#from: earthtooz

[aiixen]

I'M SO HAPPY YOU'VE RETURNED

EARTH THE ONE AND ONLY !! HI 🫶🫶🫶🤧🤧✨✨✨ genuinely been missing interacting with you 😭😭😭 I hope you’ve been doing well!!!!

I dont do star rail so my knowledge of the characters is 0 but please enjoy this Rin I made just for youuuuu 🫶✨

[sixosix]

pinch

OUTERALLY STOP before i hydraulic press reo

[kruinka]

"sorry if it's the not the best thing you've ever read" SAYS A LIARRRRRRRR

x : HOUSE OF CARDS :*+ﾟ

in which: for as long as you remember, sunday covers his eyes when he cries.

warnings: 1.5k words, fluff with elements of angst, kind of follows canon- not exactly though, sunday cries gold because i said so, based on his character stories, gn!reader who is an observer to the complexity that is sunday's lcharacter

a/n: an attempt into studying sunday was made- i don't think i hit the hammer on the nail quite right, but i tried, i mainly just wanted to celebrate him + his lc coming home YAY. i wish i had more time to let the outline of this marinate, but i couldn't see it being any better than it's current state, so apologies if this isn't the best or most eloquent read of your life.

Sunday had a habit of covering his eyes with his wings when he cried.

He didn’t cry often, but you would know when he did whenever his feathers pressed against his face, hiding his golden eyes and the ichor they’d shed front he world, not allowing anyone to see the depths of his soul, the magnitude of his suffering. 

The first time he did this was at the young age of nine, a fledgling barely a decade in to the tapestry of life. It happened after he fell over while chasing you and Robin around in Gopher Wood’s gardens, knee scraping against concrete and skin peeling in the process, resulting in a nasty scratch, and his wings fluttered to cover his face almost immediately, even stifling his sniffles as traces of golden tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto his clothes.

He bared himself to you not too long after, the tears and snot drying as you tended his wound with Robin singing him a comforting lullaby.

These were the innocent tears of childhood, none of you yet changed by the harsh realities that fate would guide your paths on.

The second time was after his first music class.

It seemed Robin stole the affinity for singing from him as their music teacher berated him, likening his voice to that of a ‘duckling’, comparable to the sound of nails on chalkboard. A 12 year old Sunday was sent out of class not too long after, the start of a tantrum beginning to take place as his eyes welled up and began sniffling, fists and wings clenched.

You come to his aid not too long after, having heard the commotion and wandering over, but when he saw you, he ducked out of your sight and covered his eyes with his wings, splaying them over his face. They were larger now and capable of covering the expanse of his head, only exposing his forehead and chin as you tried to console him.

“Hey, it’s okay!” You coo, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. “Mr. Big Guy tells me your piano playing is amazing and that you’re a real prodigy, Sunday!”

The sniffles halt momentarily. “Really?” His wobbly voice had asked.

“Yeah! He’s proud of you, and you should be proud of that too!”

He bares himself to you, glassy golden eyes looking into you, trying to seek comfort in the familiarity of your friendliness and company. “You mean it?” 

“Of course!”

“Then… are you proud of me too, Y/n?”

“I’m always proud of you, dummy, now stop crying and cheer up!”

“You’re right,” he chuckles, wiping his face with the back of his hand as his other went to grasp yours. “I shouldn’t let that witch get to me.”

“Sunday! Be respectful of your teachers!”

Despite how often the grey-haired boy would listen to your whims and wishes, he never stopped calling his vocal teacher a witch or anything along the variant. It displeased you every time, but the most you would punish him with was a gentle slap on the arm and a scowl that would melt away as soon as he’d share his giantmoa pudding tarts with you.

A few months after that shared moment, Sunday had begun taking the Family lessons from the Bronze Melodia. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he had dreamed of being an influence that would change Penacony and its Dreamscape for the better, and now it was finally his moment- his calling to the world had finally been heard, and they answered with a path that was of utmost righteousness and virtue. 

However, as he took more lessons, learned more about the ways of the Family, he grew into someone else. 

The third time you saw him cry was when you received the news that Robin was shot. A bullet wound to the neck, it was a miracle that she survived, but Sunday was inconsolable, even whilst knowing that she was alive, just on another planet. The distance was akin to torture because no matter how desperately he wished to be by her side, he couldn’t cross it while shackled to his duties in Penacony, so the spirit of the elder brother rested in your arms and cried. 

He sobbed quietly into your shoulder, wings covering his eyes as the two of you sit on the floor, a hauntingly beautiful image of despair as his limbs intertwined with yours. Sunday had collapsed on you the moment you welcomed him into your embrace, the ability to hold himself up being too much to stomach after knowing that he could have lost his sister. 

He cries until your limbs grow pins and needles, until you begin to feel weak under the weight of his grief and your own, until you feel the puddle of tears on your clothes drying. 

Gloved hands hold onto you tightly, and he knew something then and there.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, breath shuddering as despair rolls off him in waves, and Sunday removes his face from your shoulder, a cold look of determination staring up at you. “I must protect you, I must shield your happiness too so that we may never suffer again.”

“What?”

His words are incomprehensible to you at this point, and they sound akin to the ramblings of a mad man. “You will never struggle to be happy again, I will give you everything you need- I see it now, Y/n. The strong must guide the weak, for who else will they seek solace in?”

Realisation seeps into your bones like ice. After so many confessionals, so many witnesses of humanity at its most helpless, he has grown nihilistic, devoid of hope towards the resilience of human beings. Still, he yearns to help. Yearns to help people thrive even though he does not truly believe in things getting better, and shoulders this impossible fight by himself. 

The sweet boy you once knew has hardened his defences, fortified his walls and relentlessly chased the most obscure path of Harmony: Order. Destroyed himself under the belief of being responsible for creating a painless reality for humanity, and you witnessed the catalyst for Sunday’s own dismantling whilst he was laid on your lap. 

You haven’t seen him cry since that day. He no longer hides himself behind his wings because he no longer gives himself a moment to mourn. Devastation is engrained in every fibre of his being. 

Now, when he plays the piano for you, you don’t hear the melodic tune of the most important person in your life- you hear a complex piece of toil and struggle. When you sit next to him on the piano stool, you watch the dexterity of his fingers and how his face remains serenely calm whilst playing the hardest sonata known to man, acclimatized to the toughest scenarios that even the polished wood of the piano won’t warp his pristine image. 

Then, when he is finished, you lay your head on his shoulder as you shower him with praises, searching for a familiar fragment of him that you can grasp onto. However, all you find is a shard of bittersweet longing when he turns to place a dainty kiss on the top of your head.

Everyday before the Charmony Festival, you feel like you know him less and less. He won’t even touch the giantmoa pudding tarts you leave on his desk. 

The fourth time you see Sunday cry, he is a changed man.

After exiling himself from Penacony, you naturally grow to ache for his presence. At least Robin has returned to you and will share conversations about the mysterious future of her older brother, sometimes you cry together, over him and also over other things, but at the core of all your emotions is how badly you miss him. You miss him as you overlook Penacony’s Grand Theatre, you miss him in all the old desserts you used to love together, you miss him when you think about him. 

Letters are infrequent and never quite soothe the emptiness, but you hope that in some vast corner of the universe, he is discovering a sense of peace he could never have here. The events of the Charmony Festival still make you cringe, but knowing that he is with the kind souls of the Astral Express relieves you.

In fact, you have half a mind to be rather jealous- you want to be exploring the stars as well.  

However, he comes back to you after countless moons.

You run into him where you least expect to, on the streets of Penacony, under the vibrant advertisements for SoulGlad, Hanu’s Advertisement, and Robin’s latest album. Under the blinding neon monstrosity of Penacony’s main street, you are swept into the arms of a man who you have missed for countless moons, who you have thought of as the weeks turn into months, who you fell in love with since the time he scraped his knee after falling on pavement. 

And this time, he doesn’t cover his eyes as liquid gold drips down his cheek.

You forgot how unfairly pretty of a crier he is, but you don't have time to think about it as he pulls you close and rejoices on your lips. There's a small whimper that escapes you when you feel his tears fall on your skin, but your hands crawl up to the collar of his coat to keep him close so you can keep catching them.

His gloved hands come to rest on your cheeks in kind, stubborn to not let you stray too far again.

He tastes like giantmoa pudding tarts. 

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper between kisses. 

He responds by pressing you closer and pouring his devotion into your mouth.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[ruruumin]

recommended rin itoshi fics/hcs ₊˚ෆ

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ inspired by @tsukimirecs' post ₊˚ෆ

i wanted to share a few of my favorites from not only my mutuals but other writers! there will be a mix between archive of our own & (mainly) tumblr writings.

⤷ terms & conditions: read the tags of each individual fic!

archive of our own fics ₊˚ෆ

nothing more than love sick by milkteabythree

won't you lend me your faith? by prettyboykatsuki (aristotlewrites)

the first snow by silkflwrs (tumblr @tenjiiku)

why are you at my door at 10:57pm by wttcsms

supernatural by isatoru (tumblr @isatoru)

tumblr fics ₊˚ෆ

kiss me right! & soulmates! by @rinnstars

11/30/24; 06:07pm & 10/30/24; 05:23pm by @shomatoriashi

our little secret & ten minutes by @kaiser1ns

i think i wanna marry you by @rindreamery

bf!rin & rin with a girly girlfriend by @choccorin

spittin' out like listerine & wake me up when september ends by @doobea ⤷ honorable mention: stand clear of the closing doors please

aquarium by @aleixis

all my flaws & petty!rin by @ode2rin

heart like yours & afterglow by @earthtooz

2am by @nagifleur

compass points you home & thin line by @itoshiexx

this must be love by @seoulmatez

never took me quite where you do by @hydrobunny

rare visit by @coffeerecords

liquid courage by @chocochozi

silly stickers by @iid-smile

tumblr headcanons ₊˚ෆ

to be loved is to be seen by @rindreamery

bf hcs by @cheappickle

bf hcs by @bachiras-toaster

college crush & a minute on your lips by @ryescapades

memoria: dates by @vynlouvre

soul eater resonance by @kaiser1ns

when you steal their hoodies by @shomatoriashi

cuteness overload & interviewer! reader by @retroaria

⤷ notes: can you tell i basically read everything related to him lol

[sh1-n0bu]

writers of tumblr, please pay attention

there is an account called ohmyjung on wattpad that has stolen so many different fanfic writers’ works without me and others’ permission and cross posted our works onto wattpad under the guise of “wanting offline reading”.

this action was first brought to light by the wonderful @dvlboy to me through tumblr dm’s, notifying me that my sub!genshin works had been cross-posted.

which is shitty as;

1) the person on wattpad has never once reached out to me, asking me for my consent on this action

2) i still have my wattpad and quotev accounts. if i wanted my works to reach more places, i would have done this myself

3) this action has been happening for a whole year since 2023 and they have 10 whole ‘books’ full of fanfics that they stole from authors here on tumblr and has been cross-posted. although people who had been notified from the sub!genshin book only are speaking up about this on wattpad, the person has yet to do anything about this action

my mutual, @st4rrth0ughts has already made a post tagging the creators who’s works were stolen only on the sub!genshin book. this post will be tagging the sub!jjk + blue lock + kdrama + diabolik lovers creators who got their fanfics stolen. please feel free to let me know which creators i have tagged wrong, moved, changed name.

sub!jjk creators:

@trianglesimp @yuanology @icaruien @mylovelybutler-786 @mackjlee9 @dilfverz @niluffa @femdomdiaries @darlingpwease @berrypuddingpwease @astroknottt @toranesu @mysicklove @b0ther @infrunamie

blue lock creators:

@itoshiexx @earthtooz @popponn @miellifluous @fuyuluvr @dark-night-hero @hanrinz @yuquinzel @kysoomi @snaillock @tim-shii @yoichiris @saetoru @saerins @kaiijo @tteokdoroki @venusbby @lucauali @jleijl @shotoh @mitsies @stffed @narcissistshandler @ilyluffy @dazai-hoe-samu @bluelockmaniac @noiryinn @milkiepie @bachiras-toaster

kdrama creators:

@randomlifex @woominutes @cvpidsb0ws @niki-phoria @imagine--if @airbendertendou @mirajaneswritingshenanigans

diabolik lovers creators:

@faemoonz @samsvenn

[0vereasy]

Life’s Creation and Love’s Manifestation (Dr ratio x reader)- Chapter 4: Late Appraisal

Summary: Your promotion as one of the heads of the Security Department at Herta’s Station was full of many headaches, one of the biggest being a visiting scholar from the Intelligentsia Guild, and delegate of the IPC, Dr. Ratio.

When you were forced to team up with him to solve several crises emerging at the Station, how will your tense relationship change? And what exactly is the Doctor hiding?

Taglist: @96jnie @boomie-123 @a2tral @ukiyo-ikigai @poemzcheng @kpopmenace143 @tseleven @rains-mae @comet-kun @thatanimewriter @lowlucifer @snailsposts @earthtooz @delightfuldragoncollection @soobinsgirlfriend @lvfel

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A/N: You can probably tell I’m pretty tired by the writing + shorter chapter, but I wanted to get something out. The original draft was longer but I wasn’t happy with the later half, so I thought I would just for with a smaller chapter this time and keep working at the later half for a better finished produce. This mainly serves as a transitional chapter anyway, with more action expected in the next one.

You know that stereotype where fanfic authors literally go through the craziest shit when they’re writing? Well the last few weeks I won my first trial as a law student, got a few good resolution for other clients all at once, ans started getting closer with my crush. So… I’ve been pretty busy as you can see lol. I have a term break in a few weeks, which is likely when the next chapter will come out, and where I will try to pre-write another chapter or two. Thank you all for being patient with the delay!

Chapter 4: Late Appraisal (3.8k+ words)

“I just don’t understand how this even happened!” you watched the short white-haired man pace around Herta’s office, his forehead crinkled in concentration and mouth twisted into a worried frown. You felt your head pulse with each of his footsteps, thumping in beat with the heavy taps of his feet on the tile floor, the ache getting worse with each motion he made. Aeons, you wish they never found you napping in the Seclusion Zone. At least then you could’ve dealt with your hangover in peace and quiet, “How could multiple researchers and a Herta puppet all go missing in one afternoon? Especially with our upgraded security! It just makes no sense.”

“If you let me go look at the security system, I could tell you,” you deadpanned, eyes trailing over to the office door briefly, as if contemplating some way to escape, before flickering back to your boss, “I don’t even get why you called me here, aren’t we wasting time with this meeting when we could be trying to fix things?”

“Wasting time?” Arlan rebutted, stopping his pacing and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, giving you little hope of making your escape from the office, “You know what’s a waste of time? Trying to track you down just to find out you were passed out drunk in the Seclusion Zone! Do you know how much time we wasted just trying to find you?”

“It was literally my day off, Arlan,” you huffed in reply, mirroring his stance by crossing your own arms over your chest, “I don’t have to tell you where I am all the time. Not anymore at least.” You let the implication of the words hang in the air, something that didn’t go over well with your usually mellow boss, who seemed to be getting angrier by the minute. But hey, if he was gonna push your buttons, you weren’t just gonna sit there and take it. 

“We’re in an emergency, Y/N!” he practically shouted at you, “It doesn’t matter if it's your day off! What would’ve you done if it was your day off when the Legion attacked? Stayed in your room and brushed it off?” You felt your body stiffen at his words, arms moving from their crossed state to hang loosely at your sides. You hated this; when you argued, when he used his knowledge of you and what would set you off for his own advantage. It was almost downright cruel. 

“Don’t talk about the Legion attack,” your reply was quick, emotionless as if you were trying to avoid thinking of it yourself, “You know that’s different. A lot different.” At this point, you were willing to run out of the Herta’s Office, meeting be damned. The ache in your head paused for a moment replaced by a dull pain in your chest, mind swirling with thoughts you’d rather forget. You were almost afraid of how you appeared to your boss right now. 

You watched Arlan’s eyes for the shift in emotion, hoping, praying that he was able to see where you were coming from. You saw it for a moment, like a flicker of hope burning within his purple orbs, before he blinked, sending the sympathy away from wherever it came from, “Is it though? For all we know, all of those researchers are dead! Adler could be dead!” You clenched your fist at the mention of the boy, the pounding in your head seeming to grow again. 

“I get it!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air in frustration, “Which is why I wanna look at the security system to see how this happened! But instead were here arguing about stupid shit that doesn’t matter right now!” You watched as he began to pace around Herta’s office again, Herta’s holographic image of herself staring at the both of you, along with the other genius society portraits, as if they all were looking down on this conversation too. You couldn’t blame them. 

“You know why were having this conversation,” Arlan was quieter now, but still stern, “We needed you, and you there was no way to contact you!” He let out a shaky sigh before talking again, “We even started to think you were taken too!” You took a deep breath, attempting to let the anger inside of you simmer down at the genuine tone of his voice. 

“I already know that,” you sighed, “ Screwllum told me it all when he came to wake me up,” you raised an eyebrow, “You should’ve asked him sooner, I mean,” you tugged on your button-down shirt, holding back a wince at how the sudden action made your head pound harder, “You already know our relationship. If anyone knew where I was, it would be him” You released the shirt, begrudgingly moving a hand to hold your head now, unable to pretend that you didn’t feel like shit any longer. Arlan looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read; disgust? Pity? You’d honestly rather not know. 

“How much did you drink yesterday?” Arlan asked you, pausing his pacing again to change the subject, his expression still holding anger, but voice quiet, as if he was preparing to hear bad news. You thought about putting up a fuss for a moment, but sighed, preparing yourself to relent on this point, as if the alcohol was holding you back from hiding the extent of your poor state. 

“A bottle of wine,” you said simply, crossing your arms across your chest again. You almost looked stupid, standing in the office in your sweatpants and Screwllum’s shirt, confessing your problems, while Arlan stared back at you in proper uniform, leaving the power imbalance between you two evident visually and audibly,  “And a bit of Vodka,” you left the part about the vodka being in your water bottle unspoken, not prepared to deal his rant on that topic that the two of you had gone through hundreds of times before, though the pitying look on his face told you that he already knew.

“You really have to stop this,” Arlan said, voice losing the anger now, holding nothing but pity. Honestly, you preferred him angry. When Arlan became sentimental and looked at you like you were a lost cause or some sort of fuck up, for some reason nothing in the world felt worse. You didn’t know what it was; the way his lips curved into a frown like no other he ever displayed, or how his big eyes became downturned, a flicker of pain etched onto them and the rest of his features, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself…”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” you stared into his pitying eyes, hand from your head moving back to your side as you forced both your features and stance into neutrality as if that would fight off the emotions that threatened to spill from you.

“You don’t have a choice,” he said firmly, though not unkindly, “You know what I think about your drinking… what Asta thinks,” he let that name hang in the air for a moment, sending a shiver down your spine that made you wince, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by your boss. Arlan sighed, the sternness from before fading away into his usual kind demeanour, “You know I can’t control what you do; you’re an adult. But when your drinking gets in the way of your job; when you pass out somewhere where we can’t find you when we need you, thats when it becomes an issue.”

“Arlan,” you spoke his name, whether in warning for him to stop, or in frustration at the change in track of conversation, you couldn’t say.

“You know the Station is vulnerable after the attack… you know it better than anyone,” he said softly, “So we need you to be at 100% all the time… I know I already extended your hours after the whole incident from a few days ago,” you gritted your teeth at the previous punishment you had received due to your actions on the night that the stupid alcaster face bastard arrived, “but I don’t think that’s enough for what we need from you right now.”

“What are you suggesting?” you huffed, tapping a finger against your thigh impatiently. It clearly wasn’t the first time you received punishment and definitely wouldn’t be the last. At least that was something familiar in your life, you mused - at least something in your life could follow a steady routine. 

“... You can’t drink any alcohol for the rest of the month,” he said firmly, quickly speaking again when he saw you open your mouth in protest, “Okay, maybe not the month… but at least until we get the researchers back and solve the confidence issues… I need you sober right now, Y/N.”

“You know its not that easy to just… stop,” you muttered, eyes moving to look at your feet. Even now, early in the morning, probably a bit over 12 hours from your last drink, you felt jittery, like you needed something to quell your nerves. Without the alcohol, and even with the pounding head, things were too… vivid, real. It was overwhelming to experience the sensations in the world how they were meant to be seen without the dull drag of a foggy blanket taking over your mind. How were you supposed to go a few days like this? 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, catching your glance as you looked back at him, “I don’t have a choice right now… let's talk more later, go, try to figure out why the security system went down last night.”

You opened your mouth, as if to respond, but allowed it to close again, turning your back to the man, “Whatever… talk to you later… Brother Arlan,” you left Herta’s office before he could respond to your use of his common teasing nickname around the station, not being in the mood to deal with another yelling match today. You unceremoniously slam the door behind you before you practically drag your body towards the elevator. Around you, you could hear the panicked gossip of various researchers, a sound that did nothing to calm the pounded headache that continued to make every movement a hassle. Part of you thought about talking to them - telling them that everything was under control. 

The other part of you recognized that you probably looked like a hot mess right now, and didn’t bother. They already didn’t trust you anyway - you weren’t stupid. If anything, approaching them would probably make things worse than it already was. So, you dragged your body down the stairs, onto the main floor of the master control zone and to the elevator, fully intent on not acknowledging anyone’s existence. 

It was only the sniffles of one specific person that made you do a double-take before you could press the button to call the elevator. Wen Shiling was a few feet behind you, trying to hide her sobs in her sleeve, but failing to do so, her small body physically shaking, evident even from your distance away from her. It was times like these when you wondered how children were even allowed to be researchers on this Station in the first place - it made you wonder how they could handle the stress that even you struggled to deal with. You paused, mind flickering between Wen Shiling and the elevator, sighing when you ultimately decided on the former, trudging your quiet body towards hers.

“Wen Shiling?” you spoke softly, bending down to be closer to her height, the action paining your head. Honestly, with your hangover and usual tone of conversation, you really had no idea how to approach comforting her… or anyone really, “What’s wrong sweetie, are you okay?” you hesitated before reaching a hand out, touching her gently on the shoulder. Her eyes seemed to water as she took in your form, a long sob escaping her lips. She looked from your hand to you, as if contemplated whether she wanted to move away, though she kept herself firmly planted in place. 

“No, I’m mad!” she cried, wiping her teary eyes on her sleeve. She offered you know no other words, too focused on stifling her sobs, which were still obnoxiously loud. You resisted the urge to cover your ears to block out the noise despite her cries doing nothing to soothe your headache. You gently rubbed your hand up and down her back, hoping that it offered some form of comfort to the girl. 

Though she wasn’t clear about the source of her anger, it was clear enough to guess, “You don’t have to worry about Adler, we’ll definitely bring him back soon.” Of course you left out the part where you had no idea where the little boy was or if he was even alive… but you really didn’t want to get into discussing the philosophy of life and death with a eight year old. Your mind flickered to Adler’s stupid book you had borrowed, the one you hadn’t cracked open since the night your… enjoyable evening with Screwllum was interrupted by the damned doctor you had been forced to accommodate. What if you never saw him again… what if he never got to talk to you about the book? You internally shook your head, focusing again on Wen Shiling in front of you. Aeons, if only you could have a drink to take the edge off…

“I don’t want him back… he’s stupid!” she sobbed again. You tried not to cringe at the snot covering the sleeves of her dress, forcing yourself to focus on her words, “He doesn’t talk to me and then disappears…! I don’t even want him here!”

“I’m sure he was just busy,” you attempt to soothe the girl, cursing the Aeons for failing to give you skills in soothing children. Deciding your ability to comfort children was lacking, you decided to only logically thing you could do was change your tone to match your usual personality, “You know, once we get him back I’m sure he’ll be sorry for how he treated you. That’ll serve him right, huh?.”

“He’ll be sorry?” she echoed your words, blinking dumbly up at you. You nodded in encouragement, hoping that you finally found some method to calm her crying. You forced yourself to plaster the a smile on your face, as if everything was fine and you weren’t currently feeling like death from a hangover and dealing with the aftermath of another invasion and your alcohol problem all at the same time. 

“Of course! Im sure we can even make him take an afternoon off his stupid ecology research,” you said with smirk, happy to at least let your genuine thoughts shine through for a moment before the inevitable hours of seriousness ahead, “I heard he’s horrible at board games, we could force him to play one beat him to a pulp.”

Wen Shiling smiled a bit, though her frown returned soon after, “Big sis… Can I ask you something? But you have to tell me the truth.”

Feeling like you were getting the farthest using your typical personality, you let your genuine thoughts ring through in your answer “Sure, I’m not a liar,” you shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest, “what’s up?”

“…” she hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Do you really think Adler is okay? … You think we’ll find him?” You stared at her for a moment, taking in her big brown tearful eyes and the snotty sleeves on her dress, an expression mixed with hopefulness and worry plastered all over her features. You forced a confident smirk on your face, placing your hands on your hips in mock confidence.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” 

It wasn’t your first time lying to a kid, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last either. 

~~~~

Your head continued to pound as the elevator descended, countless sounds filling your head. Arlan’s yelling… Wen Shiling’s crying… it all fluttered around your brain like snow, casting an endless stream of emotions on your already overwhelmed brain. Your mind drifted to your water bottle which you knew sat on your desk in your room… would Arlan even know if you took a sip from it… He couldn’t right? How would he? There was no way he could actually expect to accurately record your sobriety, you thought to yourself. No, you just had to be sneaky with it - a few sips here and there to quell your thoughts… thats all you would need… just something to take the edge off. Even the thought of the alcohol seemed to quiet your brain, like a blanket may drive off heat on a cold night. If you were in your right mind, maybe you would realize how worrisome your thoughts truly were… but right now you really didn’t care.

“When an elevator arrives at its destination, you are expected to dismount it,” you blinked back into focus at the familiar irritating voice, eyes falling on to the Doctor. Dressed in his usual clothes, though lacking his alabaster head, he stared at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were some sort of unusual specimen in his lab. In all honesty, you couldn’t blame him. You hadn’t even realized your elevator had arrived at the floor with everyone’s personal quarters, too caught up in your thoughts to notice, which left you standing blankly forward despite the door already having opened. 

“And when someone doesn’t get out, you’re expected to politely address them, not be a snarky asshole,” you shot back, forcing yourself to leave the elevator. Not ready to end the conversation, but not wanting the elevator to go away, the Doctor stepped inside, pressing the door open button.

“Your insults lack creativity when you are hung over,” he deadpanned, sighing - whether in disappointment or disgust, you didn’t know, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. I was looking for you, you need to come with me.”

You rose an eyebrow at the Doctor, “Uh, kinda in the middle of trying to solve a crisis right now,” you deadpanned, “I’m sure you’ve heard about it… ya know, missing researchers, faulty security system. Don’t really have time for whatever bullshit you’re up to right now.”

“You wound me,” he states, though his face shows no sign of any emotion, “Since when do I act without purpose?” He looked at you with disgust, as if he was shocked at the suggestion, “Of course I am aware of the current predicament and I wish to help you.” 

You cock an eyebrow at him, arms crossed in front of your chest, “And why would you do that exactly? What’s in it for you?” skepticism dripped from your tone, a fact that you knew was all too apparent for the Doctor, who met your gaze defiantly, “Literally all you’ve done since getting here is be a pain in the ass and then almost get me killed - your actions don’t really scream helpful.”

“I seem to recall I was helpful enough in procuring wine for you and allowing you to sleep in my presence,” he smirked cockily, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “Or do actions such as those not qualify as helpful in your dictionary?”

“The only thing that helped with is getting me chewed out by my boss, so thanks for that I guess, what a help you are,” you rolled your eyes, tempted to walk away, but for some reason forcing yourself to stay put, “I don’t know what the hell was in that wine you gave me, but I swear I’m not usually that… clingy.” You thought you should say more, but chose to stay silent deciding you already made enough of a fool of yourself, “Honestly I don’t even remember most of the shit I did last night.”

“Alcohol interferes with one’s ability to form long term memories, such a fact is really not suprising,” he said matter-of-factly, a cocky smirk coating his features. You barley knew this man, but he seemed to always revel in the ability of making people feel dumb, “Luckily for you, I retained my own memory of the evening, if you wish to recall more.”

“I’d rather not learn more things Arlan can yell at me about, thanks,” you huffed, forcing the conversation back to its original topic, “So really, why do you wanna help me? What’s in it for you?”

“Many things really,” he said casually, finger still firmly pressing the open button on the elevator door, “The satisfaction of helping idiots some a simple problem, the joy of reuniting the researchers with their companions… or the pleasure of building a diplomatic relationship between the IPC and the Space Station as I was directed.”

“Should’ve known of course it was about the diplomacy,” you smirked at him, propping an arm next to the elevator door, “You clearly wouldn’t act kindly on your own accord. Got your own boss who you’re afraid will chew you out like mine?”

The Doctor’s face soured at the mention of a boss, “I’d rather not think of my acquaintances at the IPC, they are not the most fond people to be around.” The scowl on his face made you interested in learning more, but the Doctor was quick to change the subject, “I merely offered my assistance to Miss Asta and she accepted. The mere certitude that doing so will satisfy my companions is simply a bonus.”

“Whatever, I don’t care if Asta got you to help, I have my own work to do,” you brushed him off, turning to move away from the elevator. You were startled when a firm hand grasped your arm, preventing you from leaving. The Doctor’s skin was warm, radiating heat through Screwllum’s dress shirt. His touch mass you freeze in your tracks, glancing over your shoulder at the Doctor. 

“I’m not asking you,” he said plainly, as if disgusted that you hadn’t picked up on that sooner, “You prescene has been requested.” You felt mesmerized for a moment by his presence, the scent of his cologne filling your nose due to your close proximity. His golden eyes seemed to bore into you, as if staring into your soul. It was the first time you really took in how… handsome he looked. Of course you had noticed before… you had eyes of course, but something about how he looked at you now seemed to awaken something within you, something you were desperate to push away, while at the same time wanting to cling on to it. 

Snapping into your senses, you yank your hand from his, crossing it over your chest once more, “Requasted by who?”

“Hmmm what was the word you used for it again?” The Doctor’s hand, now free from holding your wrist, went to his chin in contemplation, “Ah yes, that’s it. A situationship. Screwllum requested your prescene.” With his other hand, he let go of open door button, allowing the door to close behind him, “We’ll see you in the Seclusion Zone.”

[myunconquerablesoul]

Recommendations.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Saturo

By @saetoru

LUCKY FIRST KISS 4:51 AM FINALS WEEK CLOSER

family photo - @aanobrain

New life - @volensnolenss

exhausted parents kiss - @just-jordie-things

gojo saving his s/o mere moments from death - @earthtooz

WISH I COULD - @ushiwhacka

a star - @tender-rosiey

atlas. - @monocaelia

9:45am - @enkvyu

no title, but trust me! - @augustinewrites (Gojo asks for a favour)

My place! - @adoregojo

That´s the way I loved you - @daughterofthemoon11

all roads lead home - @seravphs

no title, but trust me! - @gojoest (Gojo doesn't like the way he looks at you)

Geto Suguru

By @saetoru

i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works PRINCESS

GOODBYE, MY LOVE - @violettelueur

Inumaki Toge

romantic incidents - @just-jordie-things

secrets uncovered - @lynn-writes-things

physicaly. - @justauthoring

Fushiguro Megumi

no title, but trust me! - @kissagii (megumi keeps a sketchbook as a journal.)

8.19 PM - @nueangel

@augustinewrites

no title, but trust me! (you bring home a cat)

no title, but tust me! (Megumi has a few secret)

when he loves you - @gcjou

10.11 PM - @nueangel

Ryomen Sukuna

i will continue to love you in every timeline. - @inumaaaki

little one? - @roscgcld

-> Navigation.

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

Genshin Impact Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Updated: 18.11.2024 🔞 = mature Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Genshin Impact Masterlist - Series

Genshin Charachters

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

A Gesture by @witch-hazels-musings (added: June 7th, 2024)​

↳ “Reader gets a blister on their foot, Genshin men notice and provide respite from the discomfort”

↳ Diluc, Xiao

🔞 An angel clad in wings by @masuchu

↳ “What happens when you gift your boyfriend a rather… provocative photo?”

↳ Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Ayato, Al Haitham, Kaveh

How you made at me, 'cuz I'm a cunt, bitch? by @staryuee (added: June 4th, 2024)​

↳ “You wouldn’t call yourself rude just…”free-spirited” and liberal in your word choices”

↳ Childe, Ayato

I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you (and I) by @kleewie (added: June 4th, 2024)​

↳ “Could I request Kaeya and Diluc's little sister making them lunch boxes because she's always worrying about their health?”

↳ Eula, Xiao, Thoma, Ei, Furina, Navia, Wriothesley

Kaeya & Diluc w Sibling!Reader by @genshin-obsessed

↳ “Could I request Kaeya and Diluc's little sister making them lunch boxes because she's always worrying about their health?”

↳ Kaeya, Diluc

Look, but don't touch. by @mrpenguinpants (added: July 29th, 2024)​

↳ “You're the only one who's allowed to touch him. Likewise, he's the only one that's allowed to touch you.”

↳ Childe, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Dottore

Wriothesley

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

Intoxicating by @xiaowhore

↳ “Your boyfriend dumps you and says he doesn't love you anymore. of course, being the petty bitch that you are, you have to prove that you don't need him in your life either. and of course, intense emotions often lead to rash decisions, so you go to a bar in hopes of finding a new man.”

Lunch Break by @earthtooz

↳ “In which: you don't visit Wriothesley during his lunch break after last night's argument, so he goes to the court of Fontaine just to see you.”

May life treat you better next time. by @xxakoip (added: June 4th, 2024)​

↳ “The Grim Reaper, the embodiment of death itself. If someone told you a year ago that your heart would beat faster for such a monster, you would probably call them crazy and run away. Unfortunately for you, they would be 100% right.”

No Title 1 by @blushfwul

↳ Pulling Wrio by his tie to kiss him, maybe even him using it on the wrists later..."

Unspoken Thoughts by @thesparklingwriter (added: July 28th, 2024)​

↳ “Reader goes on a blind date with a Karen.”

Dottore

NEW ADDITIONS:

None today...

Code Red. by @phoenixblaze1412

↳ “Fem reader who has a terrible mood swings during her period?”

No-no Word. by @phoenixblaze1412 (added: July 30th, 2024)​

↳ “Now, Zandik established a rule among the rest of his segments that no one is allowed to cuss whenever you're in the room.”

Wanderer

NEW ADDITIONS:

None today...

A Leyline Incident by @genshin-scenarios (added: July 30th, 2024)​

↳ “A leyline mishap has transported you and Wanderer into his memories – aka back to when he was still Kabukimono.

This'll wear off in a few hours, but you don’t know how long you can last when Wanderer’s acting like this.”

PDA w/ Wanderer by @sixosix

No Title 1 by @phoenixblaze1412

↳ “Inspired by Wanderer’s bday letter"

No Title 2 by @sharkssharka

No Title 3 by @lustlovehart (added: June 4th, 2024)​

↳ “The ballader has quite the habit, and you're curious as to how deep into it he is, so you take it upon yourself to find out.”

No Title 4 by @primofate (added: June 7th, 2024)​

↳ “Scara who has been taken care of by Nahida, meets a girl who he falls in love with. You know the whole "I don't need anyone" turning into "Yeah maybe I deserve this" but slowly.”

Sparks amidst the snow by @silkjade (added: July 30th, 2024)​

↳ “He meets you again for the first time since erasing himself from Irminsul, and new hope flickers in the barren cold.”

Childe

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

No Title 1 by @jinxlixir

↳ “In which Childe is really in love with you"

Neuvillette

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

Home, Your Arms by @freillette

↳ “The tired Iudex only yearns to be in your arms."

Zhongli

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

Jealous Zhongli by @augustinewrites (added: July 28th, 2024)​

↳ “Nestled right in the heart of Qiaoying village sits a cozy little apothecary run by you and Zhongli. ”

No Title 1 by @dragon-ascent (added: June 7th, 2024)​

↳ “Imagine how curious Morax must have been about humanity when he first began ruling over them.”

No Title 2 by @dragon-ascent (added: July 28th, 2024)​

↳ “He finds her skill at textile design impressive but he can't help but feel a bit jealous that a creation of fabric and cotton stole his beloved.”

No Title 3 by @dragon-ascent (added: July 29th, 2024)​

↳ “Headcanon that Morax can flirt like CRAZY…except he's not really aware that he's flirting; he's just being sincere.”

Capitano

NEW ADDITIONS:

In the warmth by @satori-runa (added: Nov 18th, 2024)​

↳ “You are genuinely wondering why your captain doesn't show more skin despite Natlans hot temperatures.”

[lowkeyren]

Hi there! I hope you're having a great day. I saw someone else do this, though I can't remember who but,

Tag your favorite author(s) and share which fic or line from their writing you love the most.

Feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it! Love you 💗

hol' up lemme cook (sorry for the tag!!)

���do you want to die?” he angrily counters and you click your tongue. “if it isn’t by your hands, no, no i don’t.” moze hated how you made his ears ring with such simple words. to bystanders –outsiders of your relationship– they would be concerned, but to moze, it was a declaration of the highest affection.  “then don’t die now,” he mutters. “your life is mine to take.” “not if i take yours first.”

@vxnuslogy : hate is a strong word.

ily vee please don't die i genuinely cant get enough of ur writing!!!!! therapy can't save me anymore, only vxnuslogy's fics can. (atp ill tattoo your mlist onto my body so ill never forget the url)

“This can’t be how your story ends." Your fist balls up the fabric of your pants in its grip. “Locked away, isolated from the rest of the world - that can’t be what you want. It is too cruel a fate for you.” For you, who loved humanity so deeply.

@milksnake-tea : say you still dare to dream.

+ the entire otosom series. thx for the posture check you saved me from scoliosis cus you never fail to have me sit up on my chair whenever you post. THE sunday writer EVER ong (defo the first author that comes to my mind when sm1 asks for sunday fic recs)

“This is unreasonable,” he starts. “Not for me, it isn’t,” you say softly. “If it’s for you, nothing is unreasonable.” His voice raises, trembling upon its crumbling pedestal, panic seeping into every word. “I don’t deserve that kindness - that mercy. I am a sinner, I am a traitor, I am-” “You are a man worth saving.”

You can’t see the mountains he’d overcome just to end the day resting in your arms. You don’t know the extent he would go just to win your love. It’s a fact that kicks at his knees, shuns him down and bruises his heart. If the Fortress of Meropide has taught him anything, it’s that there is no point holding your feelings back from living fully. There is no point to contain the human heart that has every desire to live with others, he has seen the sorrow of prisoners saying goodbye to loved ones, and how they dwell over words they should have said. Even his own time as a prisoner taught him so, because everytime he sat behind those bars, the faces of people he should have been more open to kept him awake at night.  Wriothesley would rather drown in primordial water than see you, the most important person in his life, hurting over his own negligence. 

@earthtooz : distance.

i think you shld know that i (re)read your fics religiously. 10/10 humor and ur portrayal of characters >> spot on honestly, another author whose fics r must-reads!!!

“don’t look at me like that.” you wished he wouldn’t look at you in that way; something tugs at your heart and suffocates you. “like what?” “i don’t know.” hesitation follows your tone, broken and unsure, seemingly lost in an empty field full of directions. “like…” like you wanted me like a lover, you keep the words at your throat knowing you’ll choke on it one day. you don’t know how to say it, you don’t even know if you can say it. it was as if the ability to speak has been taken away from you.

@azullumi : i wanna be yours.

always gotta lay on my bed when reading your fics cus how else am i supposed to giggle and kick my feet :((( no sitting on a chair isn't enough i need to roll around to satisfy my excitement.

but the comfort and warmth of his touch lingered on your skin—and you’ll remember it all; it will haunt you, follow your shadow everywhere you go, pulling on the hem of your shirt with the desperation of a dying man and you don’t know how to live knowing the way he held you on this night. how are you supposed to deal with the fact that his hands were as soft and warm as summer?

“still with the formalities... surely now you can address me by my name, can you?” jiaoqiu coaxes, like saying it might wash away all the fatigue in the world, because every inch of his being, from the tips of his ears to the veins in his heart and the wisps of his soul, his yearning and pining echoes and resounds in the cavity of his chest that holds only you, you, you. what, jiaoqiu wonders, would it take for him to be the sole beholder of your brilliance? his hands holding yours, gripping faithfully and unfalteringly, your fates bound by knots; crimson in nature, entwined forevermore? his eyes soften because of course they do—for you mold him into a being devoted to commemorating your existence into his flesh, your voice settling in the marrow of his bones.

@iceunhie : art of the fan.

#1 author to read fics of that'll GUARANTEE leave ur mouth agape btw. if you die without reading a fic from mhie WHAT WERE YOU DOING, YOU MISSED OUT BIG TIME BFRRR.

A soft grunt cannot be prevented when he finally, finally feels your touch staggering into a bundle of nerves on his wings. He feels you trace the sensitive flesh and soft feathers with delicacy, following a clumsy pattern down the bone then the ridge of his vertebrae like you’re counting the columns of his spine. His heart is at war with himself, hammering and loud in his ears as he becomes hyper fixated with your touch, he just had to be selfish a bit.

@luvether : his anatomy.

GUYS press 1 if you're addicted to this author's fics. (1)

your godsent works are like daily doses of dopamine. i legit devour ur fics up like who needs drugs when you have luvether!!!!!

Sunday had come so far to know you that he remembers how much you favor staying in a routine, a pattern. Your kisses fall similar to your paradigm, for you had traced your lips down the lines of his spine, sending sparks of electricity through his arteries.

there’s a glint of mischief in your eyes, a wolfish grin tugging on your lips. you dip your head, murmuring something into his ear just as stelle had done to you earlier. what leaves your lips is an apology. but what for? he — — you kiss him. his ears ring. faintly, he can feel several pairs of eyes boring into him, into you, and into what seemed to be a lingering kiss. yet all he can wrap his mind around is the tip of your nose against his skin, your warm breath fanning over his cheek. it is not a kiss. it is not a kiss. “sorry guys,” you declare, twirling back to face the group of researchers. they stare at you, stunned silent. you don’t mind a bit, your smile only brightening. “but he’s taken.”

@synqiri : today is yesterday's tomorrow.

so much to say sighs. but for this fic in particular (that has stuck w me ever since u posted it), the slowburn IS slowburning in a way that's like eating the least favourite food on ur dish and finally savouring ur favourite part for last ykwim??? EXCEPTIONAL WORK.

Boothill beams and it just serves to confuse your internal scale even more. One would think you’re suddenly inorganic with how it feels like you’re short-circuiting. Is this an acute onset of cardiac arrest? Or is it something else you’ve been pushing away for months on end? He nudges you back. “I knew you’d come around! And the first lesson of being a Galaxy Ranger,” he starts, “is to always get your hopes up.” Yeah… it’s definitely something else entirely. Something that, in all likelihood, is going to get you into massive trouble. You understand the risks that come with fraternizing with an outlaw, have weighed them heavily against your heart, and have reached only one verdict: You’ll sleep on it.

@tragedy-of-commons : call to action.

everyday i wake up with a headache because it physically HURTS me to see how underrated you are. ILL DO IT IF I HAVE TO SET UP A SHRINE IN YOUR HONOUR. ily gwennie pls never stop writing.

You would rather that the Xianzhou citizens know him as "The Dozing General" instead of the general that gets scammed a few times too many. How does one even go on about trying to tell their husband that the grimalkin in his arms is actually a lion? "A fitting name indeed," you mutter, raising a hand to caress Jing Yuan's cheek, a simple gesture to make the general direct his attention to you. However, you could still see that his guard was slightly up with you. You only chuckle at that, leaning in to slide your lips over his own, Jing Yuan wasting no time to press back. Another well hidden secret reserved for the walls of the Divine Foresight is the fact your husband is incredibly weak for his own spouse.

@generalsmemories : how do i tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion.

^ who i go to when i'm deprived and in need of jing yuan content. literally one of my biggest inspos for writing, jy just feels so real in your fics. fr has me licking my plate n begging for more crumbs.

and many many more authors YOU'RE ALL AMAZING!!!! incld my other mooties too —THANK YOU FOR PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON THE KEYBOARD, PRESSING THE KEYS, AND SAVING MY LIFE WHEN YOU PRESS POST NOW.

[miyababes]

gojo satoru.

long fics. (5k+)

danse de la lune by nezuscribe [ cinderella au ] [ sfw ]

his kiss, the riot by nezuscribe [ royal au ] [ nsfw ]

homecoming by aanobrain [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

nocturne by suget [ nsfw ]

out of reach by sukirichi [ childhood friend!gojo ] [ roommate!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

power trip by prettyboykatsuki [ nsfw ]

psycholog-spot by kazushawty [ ex boyfriend!gojo ] [ college au ]

teacher's pet by fushigowo [ professor!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

the white rabbit by shibaraki [ no curses au ] [ nsfw ]

www.pixelated.starboy by kazushawty [ camboy!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

fics. (2.5k+)

don't wanna pull out by dimepdf [ football player!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

inevitably, undeniably by saerins [ modern au ] [ suggestive ]

just the two of us by sukirichi [ sfw ; fluff ]

limerence by shibaraki [ nsfw ]

more by garoujo [ nsfw ]

must be like the genesis of rhythm by ghostbeam [ nsfw ]

office princess by saetoru [ ceo!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

short fics. (1k+)

'cause he's a fuck boy by thunderfaerie [ college au ] [ virgin killer!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

; [ part two ]

difficult by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

dream of me by garoujo [ nsfw ]

empty sheets by saetoru [ nsfw ]

finger warming in bora bora by dejwrites [ sugar daddy!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

formation b by earthtooz [ sfw ; fluff ]

fright night by saintodo [ nsfw ]

front row seat by satorhime [ nsfw ]

girl, you're such a backstabber by saetoru [ nsfw ]

; [ part two ]

golden by munsonsins [ nsfw ]

groupie by ilyluffy [ rockstar!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

handful by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

hands by prettyboykatsuki [ nsfw ]

just one more by saetoru [ nsfw ]

little by little by saetoru [ nsfw ]

loving me, loving you by shibaraki [ nsfw ]

needy, baby by nezuscribe [ nsfw ]

not part of the deal by driftingrory [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

; [ part two ]

one 'n only by garoujo [ college au ] [ quarterback!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

only him by garoujo [ nsfw ]

pay for my love by ilyluffy [ ex!gojo ] [ nsfw ]

perfect little toy by aiiwa [ nsfw ]

pictures on the wall by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

pink by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff ]

prey by thunderfaerie [ succubus!reader ] [ nsfw ]

; [ part two ]

pretty between his thighs by garoujo [ nsfw ]

recess by satorhime [ dad!gojo ] [ sfw ; fluff ]

routine by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

soft spot by mrs-kurooo [ nsfw ]

stars in your eyes by elysianslove [ nsfw ]

stay with me, for breakfast by garoujo [ college au ] [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

sweet thing by garoujo [ nsfw ]

the same by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

this time is different by satorini [ nsfw ]

warm bodies by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff ]

drabbles.

[ nsfw ]: 1 - 100.

a wedding is a good place for love by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

avoiding your crush by luvbub-archive (+ yuta, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

fairness by prettyboykatsuki [ sfw ; fluff ]

first love, first kiss by torustars [ sfw ; fluff ]

how they apologise after an argument by garoujo (+ toji, megumi, itadori, geto ) [ sfw ]

letting go of their hand while they're driving by garoujo (+ nanami, megumi, itadori, geto) [ sfw ; fluff ]

like half-peeled tangerines by myelocin [ sfw ; fluff ]

loving you by earthtooz [ sfw ; fluff ]

married by utahimeow [ sfw ; fluff ]

not saying 'i love you' back by saetoru (+ geto, nanami, megumi, itadori) [ sfw ; fluff ]

rain by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff ]

reacting to you apologising for being clingy by ilyluffy (+ itadori, megumi, yuta) [ sfw ; fluff / hurt/comfort ]

saving his s/o mere moments from death by earthtooz [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

setting your wallpaper as an ugly photo of them by saetoru (+ geto, toji, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

stronger with you by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

the first grade's lover by earthtooz [ sfw ; fluff ]

the moments where they call you pretty by garoujo (+ geto, itadori, megumi, nanami ) [ sfw ; fluff ]

they notice you're cold in the middle of the night by garoujo (+ geto, itadori, megumi, nanami) [ sfw ; fluff ]

they suddenly get baby fever by garoujo (+ geto, nanami, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ]

waking them up for kisses by garoujo (+ geto, itadori, nanami, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when they realise they're in love with you by saetoru (+ toji, itadori, nanami) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you avoid their kiss by torustars (+ geto, nanami) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you call them by their full name by garoujo (+ geto, itadori, megumi, nanami) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you dodge their kiss by garoujo (+ geto, itadori, megumi, nanami) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you pretend you're going to sleep on the couch by garoujo (+ geto, nanami, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you randomly crawl onto their lap by garoujo (+ geto, itadori, megumi, nanami) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you sleep in the guest bedroom after an argument by garoujo (+ itadori, megumi, geto, nanami ) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you sleep on the couch after an argument by earthtooz (+ geto, choso, itadori, megumi) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

headcanons.

if you can see it from the front by dimepdf (+ toji, nanami) [ nsfw ]

"so, should we bang or..." by thunderfaerie (+ itadori, megumi, toji, sukuna, nanami ) [ nsfw ]

timestamps.

4.51am by saetoru [ sfw ; fluff ]

6.13am by garoujo [ sfw ]

1.33pm by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

5.45pm by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

7.13pm by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

8.31pm by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

10.45pm by garoujo [ sfw ; fluff ]

series.

rich boy college au by saetoru

smau.

smau series.

[ode2rin]

do you have any fic or writers recs????😋 

i do omg i have a lot hold on let me just inhale bec i'M SCARED OF TAGGING THEM BUT HERE GOES NOTHING *cries*

all of the fics tagged w #mimi reads ᵔᴗᵔ are all my favoriteeeeees although i had some that i initially read during the first week after using this app

this includes many itoshi rin i'm sorry he's my munchkin (but there are others toooo)

abundance by @earthtooz or anything by earth really EARTH IS MY FAVORITE i do not need to explain further

one more date by @17020 is a faveeee omg it was one of the first ones under my tag !!

@fuyuluvr's 7:06pm – itoshi rin i giggled too much reading this it was so undignified of me

portrait by @angelchigiri !!!!! she made this for me this is her debut as a rinnie lover (no objections allowed) this fic is dear to me

adore you! by @rintosei it's a sae (unaffectionate) fic that i l-lo-love *chokes and dies*

cardboard hearts by @dreamlessimp BECAUSE I LOVE ROMANTIC LOSER RIN

come back we miss you by @fallenssun RIN WITH CATS, CATS WITH RIN. THATS IT.

color me blue by @saekkas god . GOD . i cannot type it out . just pure AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA yeah kaiser cmere i'll punch you (lovingly)

all reo fics from @yuquinzel I DEVOURED THEM they're my morning newspaper

now this one by @venusbby IS A WHOLE EXPERIENCE TO READ after seeing that tiktok oh my god it's so cute i will bite you rin

your lips, my lips, apocalypse by @nagiisangel was so cute sighs ISAGI

my favorite rinnie lover emma (@saetorinrin) writes a lot of good ones but i hope she unwrites this it's painfully good i regret requesting it .

this by @jisbizarre isn't bllk but i love it nonetheless it was so cute i hate you gojo ( i don't )

these are the only ones i can think of rn but if u look at my tag i swear you'll see me screaming there for a lot of fics so yeeaaaah here you goooooo ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[aiixen]

i should write a part 2 of no fear just for you

Pictures me with all of your writings ☝️

BUT ALSO EARTH. I'm gonna supplex you into a different dimension ( it's a threat) for these reasons:

- don't add stuff to ur plate that it's not necessary

- you would murder me and I will never be free from it

- U NEED TO TAKE CARE OF URSELF 🤧🤧🤧🤧 🔪

[sixosix]

(OFFICIALLY) SWEPT OFF YOUR FEET

i. summary in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.

ii. warnings wc 1.5k, profanity, reader will be angry: couple fight scene but not really, alhaitham is kinda dumb here, but he loves you and you love him and that's all that matters, ending is kinda lame... ft. tighnari and cyno

iii. written for my big sibling @earthtooz hope u like this one earf ily

“Hey, Alhaitham?”

He hums noncommittally.

You nestle further in his arm that’s draped lazily over your shoulder, his other hand and his attention occupied by a book. He doesn’t respond again, but he does glance at you for a moment while you shift, adjusting his arm more comfortably.

“Tighnari sent me a letter the other day.”

“Hm.”

“And it was real sweet, you know. He sent over fruits and told me you have your share in my package. He didn’t want to send them to you because he said the fruits would have expired by the time you’d read the letter.” Alhaitham doesn’t deny it. “But I read something extremely strange in the letter that had me dropping the fruits out of pure shock.”

Alhaitham still doesn’t reply. But you know him well enough to know that he’s no longer reading—just keeping appearances.

“Did you read it?”

“...No.”

Obviously. “Ah, well. Let me quote it, as I feel the need to share it with you as well.” You sit up straight and push Alhaitham’s book away from his line of view. “He said, ‘For the insufferable, lovely couple. It’s been a while since you two have visited. How are you and Alhaitham doing? Write back soon.’ And then he taped a flower.”

Alhaitham’s mouth twitches into a half-smile. “You look miffed.”

You scowl. “Alhaitham, of course I’m miffed! Since when were we a lovely couple? And why are you not surprised? Were you the one to prank them?”

“No one’s trying to fool anyone,” he says smoothly, picking up his book once again. As if he just hasn’t caused your crisis. “Tighnari is simply being a good friend and looking for something to nag us about.”

“Alhaitham, since when were we a couple?” you demanded again, shaking his arm. “Did I miss something? Did I wake up one day and forget about being in a relationship with you?”

“Haven’t we always been in one?”

“No, we have not?”

Alhaitham casts you a glance. “You sound unsure.”

“Because you seem so sure of yourself for no reason,” you fume, itching with the urge to hurl the book at his face. “I didn’t even know you were even into me like that!”

“I let you kiss me on the cheek every night before you leave my house. Sometimes, you don’t even leave my house, so we sleep on the same bed.” As if that explains anything. And did he fling out these reasons to Tighnari, too?

“Well, I do it because I’ve been doing it since we were, like, six. And you never told me to stop. Plus, it’s just a cheek kiss—that’s way different from an actual kiss actual couples do,” you say, getting increasingly infuriated with each word that’s coming out your mouth. Why do you have to explain how relationships work to Alhaitham? Surely he’s read a guide about love in the millions of books he’s touched?

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t start kissing me the way couples do, then.”

Oh, this bitch. “So you knew that I liked you?” Your voice wavers, and you feel a little pathetic. “And that’s what prompted you to start spreading lies to everyone? Is this some joke to you?”

Immediately, his expression is swept off of amusement. “Y/N,” he says as you feel your lips tremble. “Y/N, that’s not—”

“Shut up,” you say. “How long has this been going on? Since when have I been outside of the biggest inside joke, huh?”

“It’s not like that. I thought—”

“Oh, you thought, didn’t you? Yet you didn’t think I don’t want my feelings to be played like—like—” You can’t even bring yourself to say this. You know that Alhaitham can be mean when he wants to be, but making a joke out of the feelings you’ve desperately hidden for years?

“I need to leave.” You’re not sure why you feel the need to announce it. Was it because you rarely even leave his place? Each step feels wrong. You don’t want to be mad at Alhaitham to this extent but you’re hurt.

You ignore Alhaitham’s hurried, “Where are you going?” because you don’t have an answer to that. Wherever you go, you always end up in Alhaitham’s arms.

You forcefully push the door open and march off, head spinning, humiliated. You hear Alhaitham’s steps fall into place after yours. It’s pissing you off even more that Alhaitham doesn’t even look the slightest bit frazzled, as if you impulsively sprinting off is just a walk in the block for him.

Then you spot Cyno in the middle of a street. He catches your wrist before you can avoid him.

He blinks, mildly surprised to see it’s just you and not some food stall thief. “Y/N.” Cyno tilts his head slightly to acknowledge the man a few feet away from you. “Alhaitham. Is something the matter?”

“It’s nothing!” You don’t question why or how Cyno is here, shoving him aside—which proved to be a little difficult given how he’s pretty strong for such a tiny man.

“You’re crying,” Cyno points out as you try to push him away as if you aren’t aware of how your face feels uncomfortably hot and how tears are sliding off your cheeks.

“It’s a marital dispute,” Alhaitham says, directly behind you.

His voice makes you scowl. So infuriatingly sexy, and you’re mad at it. “We’re not married!”

Cyno nods, serious. “Yes, I only heard about the engagement.” At your stunned silence and Alhaitham’s reluctant stillness, Cyno clears his throat and steps aside. “I suppose I’ll leave you two to it. I don’t know how relationships work.”

You groan as Cyno walks off, “Great, so even Cyno thinks we’re a couple. Who’s next, Lesser Lord Kusanali?”

Alhaitham looks away. “Well—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Your wrist seems keen on being dragged around by men today, it seems. Alhaitham firmly tugs at your arm, pulling you close to his chest, his gaze intensely searching yours. But all he would be able to see is your scowl. And all you can see is his handsome face.

“Y/N,” Alhaitham says, your name in his voice a sweet murmur. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t think you would react that way.”

“What, you think I’d just roll with it?” you spit with dripping bitterness.

“Yes.” You're taken aback as you gaze at him and find his expression to be entirely genuine and open. “We fell into a friendship so easily. I fell in love with you the same way: naturally. I thought…” And then his usually blank face twists into something unpleasant. “Forgive me.”

“Alhaitham, you idiot. You bastard. Do you have any idea how relationships work?”

“No. All I know is how to be with you.” He wipes a tear off your cheek. “But it appears I’m not even doing that right.”

“Fuck you.” You bat his hand away. His face falls. “You don’t get to act all sweet to me like that. I spent years thinking you would never see me that way, and you get to decide one morning that we’re in a relationship, just like that?”

“You’ve liked me for years?” Alhaitham’s eyes are a bit wide, totally missing the point.

“Alhaitham.”

“I ask you out every dinner. And you say yes each time.”

“I didn’t think you meant it like that!”

“I did mean it like that,” Alhaitham says, and again with that ‘so sure of myself’ personality. You hate it. You love it. “And I meant everything I’ve ever said to you like that. I didn’t tell anyone anything; they just assumed on their own, and only then did I realize how it did seem that way. It was my selfishness that didn’t try to deny their assumptions.”

Alhaitham’s usually so difficult to speak to, especially when it comes to expressing his true emotions. You often find yourself filling the silence, and he seems content with it. However, he appears desperate at this moment, as though you’re planning on leaving if he doesn’t give you a reason to stay.

You are too weak. “So you like me.”

“I do.”

“…And you want to… be in a relationship with me.” Alhaitham nods. You're beginning to feel flustered as the realization sets in that the man you've always dreamt of is holding you intimately in the middle of nowhere, and also confessing that he feels the same way. “Ask me out properly, then.”

Alhaitham looks at you incredulously. Did he think it was over?

“Do it, Alhaitham. Woo me. Win me over. Sweep me off my feet.”

“...Y/N,” he hesitates, his face tinted pink, vaguely embarrassed. “Go out with me. In that way.”

It sounds demanding and clumsy, but it’s perfectly Alhaitham, so your heart beats out of your chest and your face splits into a grin all the same.

You wrap your arms around his neck. “If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’re going to do it right, you hear me? You won’t just let me do anything. And you will start—officially—tomorrow by telling everyone that we are not engaged nor married.”

Alhaitham dips his head down, your chin trapped by his fingers. “We will be, eventually, though. And I can just start now. Officially.”

Your confusion doesn’t last for even a second when his lips meet yours in a kiss. You’ve been wooed. Won over. Swept off your feet.

earth i hope u know it took me months to find a good plot for your man this was a feat in itself. also i copy pasted your tags love u.

also if u caught the title while it was called swept over your feet shut up…. Please. this didnt have a title originally 🙁

[earthtooz]

jealous ratio bc i wont him, inspired by the simulated universe occurrence, banter about marriage hehe

"Dr. No. 5 asked me to be his research partner today," you mumble half-heartedly to Veritas. It was an ordinary night, you're curled into his side with your phone in hand, watching the latest series you've been invested in whilst he occupies his mind with a book, held by one hand whilst his other is wrapped around you.

However, when he registers your confession, he tenses, slightly scrunching the pages of his book as the arm around you stiffens, muscles contracting.

"And what did you say?" He asks, feigning collectedness.

"I agreed."

His book slams shut and he shoots upward to a sitting position, baffled by the nonchalance of your tone. How cruel, you have betrayed him in the most despicable of ways, do you not care? Agreeing to be someone else's research partner is akin to that of spitting on his heart and stomping it flat, have you no respect for the laws of academic loyalty (there is no such thing), or is he the only one in your relationship devoted to it?

An idiot. You will be working with an idiot and you somehow see no flaw in that, where is your integrity as his lover?

"What does that fool have that I don't?" He all but cries, yanking your phone from your hands and setting it on his bedside table.

"What are you blabbering about?" You ask, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes, confusion shining in your irises.

"I'm supposed to be your only research partner, I cannot believe that you've gone and betrayed me like this."

"Pray tell, Veritas, how is this a 'betrayal'?"

"I would never choose to be anyone's research partner if I'm not yours, but today I've discovered that my devotion is not only unreciprocated, but unappreciated! How unfathomable."

The purple-haired turns his muscular back to you, giving you the cold shoulder. Slowly you sit up and lean on his toned body, hand resting on his deltoid and you can already see the way he tries to fight the effects of your touch. "Dear, you wouldn't be anyone else's research partner because you think majority of people are 'idiots' and aren't worthwhile academics to invest time into."

"Precisely why I cannot believe that you have agreed to work with No. 5, who is undeniably, irrefutably, and undoubtedly, a simpleton!"

You bite your tongue when it threatens to spill that you think No. 5 is not as bad as Veritas assumes, but that would outrage the scholar even more and you do not want to spend the better half of your day purposefully ruining it.

"The pay was good," you reason, daring to place a kiss to his neck. "But you are still superior in my heart, Veritas. Do not fret, if I am to seek a research partner, you would be my first and only choice."

"How long will your project span for?" He asks begrudgingly.

"6 months of research, writing, and editing. After that, I am not too involved with the publishing process."

"Oh how it stains me picturing your name beside another imbecile's."

You sigh, sitting up straighter to wrap both arms around his neck. "Your name could be beside mine permanently if you got down to one knee and presented me a ring, but alas, perhaps I shall be waiting another few research papers for that to happen."

You can't see the fond smile on his face, but you yelp when he turns around suddenly to push you against the comfort of your mattress, his lips claiming yours.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[windshieldwiper]

isagi hydrolic press

amazing idea from @sixosix for @earthtooz

[escapenightmare]

WAIT HI i came from user earthtooz u said ur getting ur results mid august....i am too...im currently undergoing mental stress i cannot breathe...

HI OMG ME TOO im stressed asf what subjects did you take 😭