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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

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[kiyo-cant-write]

octavinelle with animal lover reader ✧･ﾟ

Summary: This Yuu has always loved animals since they were young, fish and mammals alike. They venture to see the ocean life in Octavinelle, meaning both the fish and the fish people :)

TW/CW: None

Notes: pre-relationship, gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is implied to be Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect

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[Name] had always loved animals. Dogs, cats, even fish! They were all so cool. When they were little they had been interested in fields of work involving animals. As they grew up, the love never faded. Even in this Twisted Wonderland, it remained. But... with some new sides.

Now that focus was directed elsewhere. Here at NRC, there were merfolk and beastmen. It was all too cool. They had to ask, they had to investigate. They wanted to know more, to know everything!

They walked into the Mostro Lounge and approached...

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is a very busy man and he doesn't expect part of his day to be... this. [Name] catches him off-guard, something he doesn't like.

He is used to the weirdest of people asking him for things.

People always want things from him.

However, someone asking about his merform really makes him unsettled as he doesn't care for the form himself.

He sighs as soon as the questions begin but doesn't stop them.

Sadly, he is fond of this human and he lets them yap at him.

They apparently like octopi. He is oddly flattered by this sentiment.

In the end, Azul answers some of [Name]'s weird questions.

He offers them a few non-sinister smiles as well.

All for free, of course. He's a benevolent force after all.

Azul was startled when [Name] first burst into the Lounge and asked to speak to him. Well, asked was putting it nicely. They entered the room and beelined for Azul, much to his frustration. He had been working but doubted he would get anything more done now.

"Yes, [Name]-san?" he asked them after a moment, "What did you need from me?"

His voice was calm and collected as he smiled his businessman's smile at them, hoping to make this quick if it had anything to do with Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, or even that cat, Grim.

"I wanted to ask you something, Azul."

[Name] seemed confident today.

"Ask me what, exactly?" Azul asked them.

"I want to know more about merfolk. I've always loved animals and there are so many animal-like species here... I just need to know more!" they explained.

Azul was at a loss for words. They wanted to ask him about his... About merfolk? That was odd. It had to be a joke, right? This was...

"Can you tell me about them? Or yourself?" [Name] asked.

They had a look on their face that made Azul want to give in, much to his annoyance. Why was he okay with this? He didn't understand it.

"Alright, ask away with the questions then," he told them.

They smiled again as they asked their question.

"I was wondering if you can regrow your tentacles!"

"What."

Azul was once again at a loss for words. The octomer offered them an incredulous look. What the fuck? Why would you need to know that?

"I was wondering if you c—"

"I heard you the first time," he shushed them, "Why?"

"No reason, just curious," they told him.

He sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

"Alright, so you are just wondering about this trait in octopus merfolk," he repeated, for them or himself it was unclear, "I suppose the simple answer is... yes, I can."

"You can???"

[Name] seemed surprised.

"That's so cool! That's part of why octopi are some of my favorite animals! They're so magical to be able to do things like that!"

[Name continued to prattle on about octopi. But... For some reason, it felt a bit personal and Azul felt his face heat up.

"Is there a-anything else you'd like to know?"

"Well—Azul are you okay? You look like you have a fever!"

"No, no, I'm quite alright," he assured them, and the discussion continued.

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Jade Leech

Jade is always "polite" to those who come into the lounge.

He knows this human so he humors their questions.

He kindly reminds them that they need to buy a drink to stay.

"If you don't buy a drink I am afraid I will have to send you away..."

He sheds a few fake tears as he says this.

He knows that [Name] will understand he is kidding.

(He is serious about the drinks though)

Jade happens to be working when [Name] shows up.

He continues to do his job while they chat, slowly having them do lounge tasks alongside him while they talk. Feed two birds.

He finds it cute that they like morays this much.

Jade wonders if you would talk to him about his terrariums.

Even though he wouldn't mind showing off his merform, he is too busy with work and tells [Name] that it would hinder his work.

"I am very sorry, [Name], that is not a service the lounge provides."

Jade smiled at the sight of [Name] helping to bring orders to tables and check on the patrons of the Mostro Lounge. It was certainly helpful to have an additional set of hands during the busy hours. They had come asking questions about merfolk, asking one of the few they knew at school... It had resulted in work time for them.

The Octavinelle Vice Housewarden would say he felt bad if it did not benefit him immensely to have their time and energy today.

"Next order, [Name]-san," he reminded, handing them a tray as they came up to the counter once more, "Three more to go, I believe."

"Jade, will you really tell me more about merfolk if I do this?"

"Yes, of course," Jade told them, "You see, a deal is a deal and we at the Mostro Lounge take these things very seriously."

He gave them a close-mouthed smile that [Name] trusted.

They gave a quick nod and took the next order to its table.

"Hehe," came the soft laugh from Jade as he watched them go.

They trusted him too much, he was sure of it. But it was almost endearing when he thought about it, the blind trust of someone so kindhearted. He had to admit it interested him why they had trusted so easily. He was not as outwardly threatening as Floyd but he was certainly so saint either. Some said Jade was scarier than Floyd.

"I'm ready for the next one!" [Name] said, having returned while Jade was thinking, "Eh? Jade? Are you okay?"

The "shady" smile of Jade's returned as he nodded to them.

"Ah, of course. I'm alright. Let us take these last ones, shall we?"

Together, the pair delivered the last three orders to their customers who were eagerly waiting. Jade took two while [Name] took one with both hands. They had made quick work of the growing number of orders that had piled. Jade noted that he needed to edit the scheduling for the Lounge. This was not enough workers. Was it?

"Will you answer a question now?" [Name] asked as they headed back toward the Lounge kitchen, "Or is there more work to be done?"

"It would depend entirely on what your question is, [Name]-san," Jade told them, being surprisingly honest at that moment.

"I want to know what merfolk are like! What do they look like or do under the sea?" [Name] asked him, sparkling as brightly as gold.

"I see, I see," Jade mused as he thought, "I am afraid that I cannot show you what a merperson looks like today. It would hinder the productivity of the Lounge and Azul would not like it."

[Name] pouted and Jade only chuckled at the response.

"I can perhaps explain a fact you might like, though," he told them, "Would that suffice? One fact from a moray to a human."

"Ooh, okay!" [Name] agreed with a smile.

Jade admittedly found it a bit cute, but he didn't say anything about it. That would be a sentiment he shelved for another day.

"Us moray eel merfolk are bioluminescent."

"You glow? Like a glowstick?" they asked.

"What is a glowstick?" Jade returned the question with a question.

"You shake them and then crack them and they glow."

[Name] demonstrated with violent miming.

"...We glow but I do not think the shaking nor cracking is required."

"Oh..." they replied, pausing before they smiled again, "Cool!"

[Name] still seemed just as enthusiastic about it even without the added violence. Jade had to admit, maybe he wouldn't mind teaching them more should they desire it.

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Floyd Leech

Floyd having a bad mood day or not is the deciding factor for how he reacts to someone who is this enthusiastic about his species.

Let's assume you find him on a good day for your own safety.

Floyd laughs at you for asking. He thinks it's funny you like eels.

He thinks it's even funnier than they are asking him about eels.

"Do you ask the beastmen about themselves too?"

Still, it's kind of cute, he has to admit.

He answers questions, some better than others.

He gives some interesting facts here and there.

He isn't stupid, he just doesn't care for lessons much.

When [Name asks him about his merform, he smirks.

This just got very interesting :3

What a generous offer, as Azul might say.

Floyd watched [Name] as they listed off their favorite animals, among them were eels. He gave them a toothy grin as he heard the words leave them, the kind of expression that would send most people running to the opposite end of the damn school.

"Ne, Shrimpy. Do you really like eels that much?" he asked them, leaning a bit closer to them to stare at them with heterochromatic eyes, "Are they your favorite animal of all? That'd be fun."

"I like all animals, though," [Name] told him with a laugh, not seeming to mind the space, "But I am pretty fond of eels."

"All eels?" Floyd asked, hinting at the answer that would satisfy him.

"Well, I mean all eels are cool," they said before looking at him and smiling a moment later, "But I like morays the best."

"Good! We are the best there is," Floyd agreed, a grin still sparkling on his face as he laughed along with the human guest, forgetting his work.

He could waste time a bit with them. Azul would only get so mad and he was boring anyway, so serves him right. There was no way Floyd was in the mood to cook right now. He was in the mood to chat with Shrimpy about their favorite animals.

"So what else did you want to know?" Floyd asked, leaning against one of the plush chairs in the lounge as he watched them.

[Name]'s eyes sparkled.

"I really want to see what a merperson looks like..." they said, "Are they really so fishy?"

"Hmm? Why don't you find out, then~" Floyd said, taking [Name]'s hand as he walked them over to one of the larger fish tanks that decorated the space and climbed into it.

[Name] was amazed by the massive form that Floyd took on when outside of his human disguise. He was turquoise, with stripped patterns on his body and arm and ear fins that matched his coloring.

"Think us merfolk are nice then?" Floyd teased, "Want to join me?"

[Name] nodded, though it was unclear to which part of the question.

"Come on then!" Floyd said, giggling, reaching to pull them into the tank with him, "Aa, so nice~"

[Name] felt the cold water on their wet clothes that were now sticking to their body. They leaned up against Floyd who was so tall in this form. Or would it be "long"? Is that a better word? They didn't know.

This calm lasted only for a moment...

"FLOYD. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Azul's voice could be heard from across the room.

"Oops~ caught by the bossman," Floyd said, laughing again even if he seemed a bit miffed about being interrupted.

Even if the Lounge was busy and Floyd was on shift, he would always see it this way: Azul was interrupting his time with Shrimpy.

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[justa-fanfic-writer]

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

"WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS. " he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS, yes, that's right t-this feelings will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

[The end is so fucking random]

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I know this is kinda shit but... THIS IS THE BEST I COULD DO OKAY!?

[miscellaneousdae]

[ 8:43 pm -> 4:27 am ] — Jeong Yunho ᡣ𐭩

(Just a little blurb because i’m down bad for this man rn)

Jeong Yunho is the kind of person to fall in love at first sight, but it has nothing to do with how you look. I mean, he thinks you’re beautiful, but it’s your aura. Your presence draws him to you, and when he speaks to you, it doesn’t feel like this is a man you just met, no. It feels like you’ve known him for years, unlike anyone you’ve ever come into contact with.

You immediately feel safe with him, comfortable in your skin. His sweet eyes and warm smile melt your heart, and you get so lost in speaking to him that you don’t even realize how much time has passed until he brings it up.

“It’s almost ten,” he says, sighing softly. The sigh seems somewhat sad, as though he may just be disappointed that the nights coming to an end, but also content, like he’s pleased with how he spent his night - you hope he is, as it was spent talking to you. “Can I bother you for your number? Or if that’s too personal, your instagram?” He asks, making you grin at how respectful he is and has been. Trusting him, and truly wanting to get to know him better, you give him your number, and wish him a good night.

While you can no longer see the man, his handsome face doesn’t leave your mind, and as soon as you begin to almost miss him, despite having just met him, your phone buzzes.

‘Hey, this is Yunho, the guy from the restaurant. It’s late but I was too impatient to wait until tomorrow to text you. So i’ll say goodnight and let you be. Enjoy the rest of your night. ❤️’

You smile widely at the message, and against your better judgement - the voice in your head insisting that you be responsible and go to sleep - you text him back. The two of you stay up way too late, as if you were teenagers and not adults. You don’t regret it, and neither does he. If only you could see just how big his smile is on the other end of the phone.

[totorolaughs]

GOJO x READER | MY BLUE MOURNING BIRD

cure!reader death , angst, smut, sexual content, trauma. gn pronouns, teenager! gojo satoru, anal sx, note: hi, I'm still on hiatus but I wanted to post this since its just rotting in drafts. I'll be out of hiatus I'll post moore ( smut..just pure smut /j) orignal on ao3; translator is @ihrtbrainz REQUEST - OPEN | CLOSED

The sun was bright as the wind howled the sound of leaves rustling filled the air, bright sky blue eyes gleamed as his eyes locked in with yours. you felt a smile tug on your lips warm as a summer day, your fingers entwined with one another as you stroll in sync – side by side, the air was fresh as it could be the warm feeling of your fingers interlaced creating a comforting feeling within each other.

“Your eyes are as pretty as a morning blue bird, Satoru.” He laughed “Oh shut up! That's so cheesy, man!’ Satoru loved cheesy and cringy.

The sky turned gray and the now dark clouds cried. Satoru now stood in front of a grave. The grave was poorly taken care of and destroyed by age. He fell onto his knees as his fingers dug and crawled into the mud the tears of the clouds created.

Satoru sat up from his bedding in a cold sweat, rubbing his eyes as his breath heavy. He wasn't able to sleep after you disappeared, it kept him up at night even when he was able to fall into a slumber that didn't help since he suffered from dreams, which were more like nightmares than actual dreams. They would always begin in the same way as if it was a twisted game his own mind was playing on him; peaceful and comforting dreams would fill his mind before transforming into a depressing once peaceful dream filled with despair so heavy it would cause his chest to ache.

He opened his bedside drawer, blindly digging through it his fingers in the darkness of his bedroom brushing against numerous things until he felt it.

The polaroid picture your parents took of you and him when your days were still filled with bliss. You and Satoru were sitting in an inu cafe. A basset hound puppy got on top of Satoru's head as you both were about to get your picture taken by your parents.

The polaroid taken as you laughed which showed off your smile as Satoru smiled at the camera before the feeling of the puppy could register in his head just moments to late before the polaroid was taken.

He misses those days. He misses you. He misses the way you smiled along with the sound of your loud hyena-sounding laugh, as Satoru looks back on the fond moments he had spent beside you; his cheeks were no longer dry and were now a wet with his tears, A hiccup arouse from his throat as he tenderly ran his thumb on the polaroid.

Why did you have to disappear?

Was it him?

Satoru Gojo.

Was he the cause of your disappearance?

His stomach twisted into a tight knot as the thought of him being the cause of your disappearance. Why wouldn't these stupid thoughts leave his head? Of course he wasn't, why would his mind even come up with that possibility?

Is what he would tell himself in a pitiful attempt to block away that thought whenever he would look at polaroids he took of you it wouldn't make him feel better like his mother said but instead made him feel even more sorrowful.

Satoru thought about burning them and pretending he never had never ever known you, he attempted to burn a picture of you by holding it up to a lighter as soon as the corner of the polaroid caught on fire panic rose just as quickly it was lit just as quickly it was put out your face in the picture was burned into a charcoal black.

Never again.

oh how, he hopped you would come back.

he wants this to be just an awful dream he would awake from.

[crispy-armpit]

♱ 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ♱

Welcome to my church.

My name is Adam, otherwise known as Father Greed. I am God's first creation, or as you mortals call it, the first human.

I am a being that is neither man nor animal. I am both serpent and a child of God- the deceiver to have granted Eve the forbidden fruit.

Evil or not, I am merely a convoy. I guide you towards the crossroads of love and obsession, and you shall choose how the tale goes.

So, I must ask you...

Which path will you venture down?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Rockstar (he/him)

General: a mysterious, world-renown superstar with a rough past. he writes his own songs and is the frontman of the band, Ares. he is an 'emotional omnivore'/overwhelmer, obsessive, masochist-sadist yandere.

Physical: 6'5/195 cm tall, tattooed & toned body, 6 ear piercings, 4 facial piercings, pair of nipple piercings, 5 genital piercings (yeah..), 9 inches

Part 1 Part 2

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Jock (he/him)

General: the star quarterback of your college's rugby team, the Panthers. he is extremely influential in the school & real world. he is an overprotective & clingy yandere.

Physical: 6'0/183 cm, shoulder-length hair when untied, slim-toned body with a few scars, 7 inches

One shot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Sea God (he/she/they)

General: an ancient ocean deity whose origins are unknown. they are said to be the god of raging tides and safe travels, and have the ability to transform between any gender (prefers male form). they are under an ancient curse. they are a sadistic, possessive, self-indulgent, eliminator yandere.

Physical: 9'7/292 cm, very big muscle body, sparkly skin like a pearl, 18 inches (he has 2 of them..)

Oneshot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Secret Agent (he/they)

General: a secret agent working for a mysterious government organisation specialising in supernatural threats. he is their most trusted employee. they are a cold-hearted, stalker, visceral yandere.

Physical: 5'10/178 cm, 1 facial piercing +1 tongue + 1 earing (there's a backstory i swear), slim-fit scarred body, 7.5 inches

Oneshot

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[melluvsuu]

“ 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 .”

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character : dazai osamu

context : dazai falling for readers who’s gender-fluid (could be read as female or male reader)

authors notes : I thought about this like at 4 am with one of best friends and told my mootie patootie (@riiwrites ) and the forced me to writer at gunpoint /hj

warnings : ooc, implied bisexual dazai (literally the reason why I thought of this idea LMAO), gender neutral pronouns/no gender mentioned, probably not even proofread,, the more i write about it seems to lean into afab!reader,,, yosano mentioned, lmk if I missed any!

,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈, you wouldn't think he'd short-circuit over the "smallest" change. you, the reader, identify as genderfluid. normally, you dress in a more masculine style, favouring suits and ties or sweatpants (if too lazy go dress up ‘formal casual’ and oversized shirts to hide your chest. however, after a hard-fought victory taking down yet another criminal organisation, the city decided to honour the agency with an invitation to a fancy party at city hall. the thought of dressing up for such a grand occasion made you excited, and you decided that embracing your feminine side for the evening wouldn't hurt.

a few days prior to the party, you and yosano went shopping together. she suggested the outing under the excuse of needing new clothes, but it was clear she just wanted to gossip. after hours of browsing, she picked out a simple dress—a simple yet elegant dark red gown with a daring slit up the side of the leg. to add an extra touch of style, she insisted you pair it with a black choker that contrasted beautifully with the dress. you, on the other hand chose a classic suit that hugged your body nicely, you chose to wear black heels (they only added like one inch to your height) and again for extra style you added a silver chain that went around your belt loops.

on the night of the party, you put on a little makeup, nothing much but enough to enchance your features. your hair, usually in a simple style, was styled elegantly to complement your look. as you glanced in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence and anticipation.

arriving at the party, the atmosphere was electric. the chandeliers sparkled above, casting a warm glow over the room filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music. your colleagues from the agency were scattered around, mingling and enjoying the celebration. you spotted dazai across the room, his usual playful smirk in place as he chatted with a group of people.

as you made your way over, his eyes landed on you, and for a moment, he seemed to freeze. His usually quick wit and smooth charm faltered, and you could see a flicker of surprise and admiration in his eyes. He approached you slowly, his usual cocky demeanour replaced with genuine awe.

“well, look who came all fancy,” he commented on your appearance, “trying to impress someone with those charms.”

“not really, unless a certain person is, then maybe i am.” you replied back with a simple smile and small fade of red on your face.

He just hummed as he looked away, seemingly flustered by your comment.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at this sight, the ‘dazai osamu’, the ever-confident flirt, rendered momentarily speechless by your sudden appearance. What a sight to see.

authors additional note : ending kind of sucks ass but it’s okay

word count : 474

reposts are welcome but do not steal my work!

[triplemystery]

blue and you - n.kento

summary; you ask nanami a silly question and he takes it 'seriously'

tags; gender neutral reader, nanami x reader, drabble, not edited

inspo; blue and you - mad honey

word count; 686

“If the entire world turned blue, do you think you would be able to pick me out of the crowd?”

Nanami paused his writing to look at you, and despite your thoughts, he seemed to take your question into consideration. He always did that and you wondered how he managed to keep it up and consider your questions so genuinely when you only ever spewed insanity.

“What do you mean if the world turned blue?” He had abandoned his writing to face you completely, an action that would likely put him behind, though he didn’t seem to care much.

“Say you were like sitting down and all of a sudden the world turned the exact same shade of blue” The answer didn’t make much sense, you hadn’t thought this out much. You suspected Nanami already knew that as you watched his eyes squint slightly in thought.

“So it would be like everything was covered in a blanket of blue?” You watched him drum his fingers along the surface of his desk as you nodded, getting slightly distracted by the quiet melody he was making with the taps of his fingers “So would everything lose all defining features?”

“Well..” You fell silent as you tried to think of the answer that would make it most difficult for him to answer “Not exactly! It would be like if everything started to wear those weird green screen suits that actors wear” You turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief

“How would that even make sense?”

“Well it would be like everyone was wearing a fitted blanket of blue” You watched how his eyebrows pinched together as he squinted at you, though you couldn’t quite tell if it was in confusion or annoyance “Don’t be so judgemental Nanami!”

You watched his features relax for a split second before his lips started to slightly form a smile, like he was trying not to laugh “If you can give me an explanation as to how that works, I’ll consider answering your question”

You look at him in disbelief, not entirely believing that someone so intelligent would be unable to grasp such a simple concept “C’mon! It would be like everyone lost all their colour and just became… blue!” He raised an eyebrow in your direction as he picked his pencil back up “If you for example turned blue, then I wouldn’t be able to distinctly make out your eyes, but I would be easily able to make out your nose and lips and your hair would be all slicked down”

The corners of his lips lifted slightly as if he was about to tell you a joke “So it would be like everything was wearing a VFX suit” Your jaw dropped as you soaked in his look of amusement “That’s exactly what I said!”

“Really? I recall you saying ‘weird green screen suits that actors wear’” He swiftly dodged the pillow that you hurled in his direction “They’re the same thing!!” He smiles slightly before speaking again “I think I would still remember you” You look up at him confused “If the entire world theoretically went blue I would still remember you”

“Remember?” 

“Well it would be easy to forget everything wouldn’t it? Everything would just blend into blueness”

You laughed slightly at his words “Then I think I would remember you too” You fidgeted slightly with your fingers as you looked him in the eyes.

“How so?” He asked, it was funny how much it seemed like a challenge to you.

“Like if there was a line of things and you I would be able to pick you out” You felt high on the moment, giggling for no apparent reason “It would be like blue, blue, blue, then you”

“You think so?” His pencil rolled over the top of his long forgotten work, his gaze fixed wholly on you.

“I know so” You hummed quietly, allowing silence to blanket the room, feet dangling from the edge of your chair as you listened to the quiet ticks of the clock behind you.

note; literally the first time i've posted on this site ever and its a drabble I wrote at 1am... anyway enjoy! sorry if he's a bit out of character i was literally battling sleep as i wrote this :(!

[ectoplasmic-entity]

You think we could get a part 2 of kid!reader? Maybe kiddo is in the wrong place at the wrong time and Dan goes full guardian mode cause that’s HIS kiddo- and maybe some soft comfort at the end while Dan patches them up (of course while gently scolding them)

This was in my inbox for a long time, and I'm just getting around to it now, sorry about that (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ

I was surprised but pleased to make a continuation of the child reader fic, I quite enjoyed it the first time around. Not to mention a lot of folks liked it too .3.

I hope you like it!

A reminder, this doesn't mean I'm taking requests right now.

First part is here

Genre: Gen

Rating: K

Content Warnings: Non-graphic shoulder injury

Words: 2.9k+

Intense, protective warmth shrouds you like a blanket. You sit there, utterly silent as your ghost core violently hammers in terror. Fear viciously bites into your body, it’s only Dan’s sturdy frame that you don’t topple over – your body has become like a wet noodle. Uncontrollable, fat teardrops trickle down your face. Each one stickier than the last.

You lean into Dan’s body; your face buries in his chest. Your body aches dully in protest, you swallow it down. Your body shudders with the intensity of his core, its overwhelming rhythm runs like an electric current, reaching deep inside you.

Dan’s voice is quiet and firm. You know he’s not upset with you, but the way he tenses when you as much as twitch tells another story. His finger continually, gently massages the wound on your shoulder where he treated and dressed it as best as he could. Ever so slightly, your jaw twitches in an attempt to speak.

No words form. A shaky, quiet sniffle slips out instead. Hearing it, Dan pulls you closer, his voice grows quiet. That same protective aura cloaks you.

The Ghost Zone flies past you in a blur. It doesn’t bother you, with how chaotic the dimension is, getting dizzy is the last thing on your mind. The swirls of green and black twist and meld together into shapes, your eyes carefully follow the motions. You imagine the shapeless blobs sprouting new legs and arms, beady eyes glow through the darkness, and vaguely animal-like silhouettes for heads.

They ‘run’ alongside you and Dan.

It keeps your mind busy in the midst of a boring flight on his back. Your arms securely wrap around Dan’s neck, your hands clasping together tightly under his chin. He occasionally tenses with the knowledge you’re still safely there. Everything’s still a little new for the both of you.

Well, more for Dan than you. You may not have had anyone before him, but you did watch how the older ghosts interacted with the little ghosts. How an older one keeps them safe under their wing, the many motions of affection. You tense with emotion, you half-bury your face in Dan’s hair.

Luckily Dan doesn’t notice the change in your mood. He’s still… weird about dealing with them. Or anything to do with you, really. He does seem to be trying. You don’t care, just that he’s even here at all.

You sigh softly, you slightly turn your face so that half of it meets the fresh breeze blowing by. Invisible waves gently pelt you as you relax. Lulling you into a sense of safety and let your guard down, your head then slumps with weariness.

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me again, are you?” Dan’s voice has you perk up almost instantly.

You smile lightly and shake your head, despite that both you and Dan full well know you have a habit of doing that. You readjust your posture and set yourself upright on his back, your chin rests atop of Dan’s head. Likewise, you’re sure you can hear him smiling.

A light chuckle slips out of him. “Whatever, just try not to fall off. I’d really hate to try to catch you in the abyss.”

As if on command, you peer over Dan’s shoulder. Down below, here, there, everywhere. An expansive, dark abyss sits in silent chaos. You can only imagine what’s down there. The longer you stare at the unblinking darkness, the more your core accelerates. Ectoblood pounds through your veins, unrelenting. It floods your stomach with an ice-cold splash, you gasp for a sudden breath of air.

Hastily, you turn your head away and bury it back into Dan’s hair. The low growl of a sigh vibrates through his body.

“For that matter, don’t stare at it either, it’ll try to pull you in if you stare for too long,” Dan says, giving you a side glance.

A shaky nod and a quiet mumble of agreement is all he gets from you. He stares at you in surprise for a moment before he lightly shakes his head, a ghost of a smile creeping across his face. Perhaps Dan can coax your voice out of you yet, he just has to be patient.

The surrounding space grotesquely tears itself apart and as soon as the fabric of space rips, it immediately knits itself back together. Equally grotesque and pulsating tendrils seamlessly weave the ���layers’ of space in uneven patterns. Then it rips itself apart again, ectoplasmic strips drip at the seams.

Yep. Good thing you’re with Dan, otherwise… you shudder.

Dan suddenly veers to the side with such velocity that you cling on to him for dear life. You huff in annoyance, sometimes you forget how strong Dan actually is. Because he’s so… cautious with you. Never uses his full force against you, ever. Your core skips a beat, your eyes flicker away. His core hums with intensity, you feel it deep in your chest. Your hands reflexively tighten.

Then, gradually, Dan slows down. His posture relaxes as he prepares to land on the nearest isle. His body tilts downward, concentration firm and unblinking, Dan maneuvers his legs with ease. Arms spread out to balance himself, he gracefully lands on the rocky surface with nothing more than a quiet tap of his boots.

Dust clouds blow up from under his feet, Dan’s cape flows gently with his motions. You still cling to him, your arms tight around his neck. It doesn’t appear to annoy him with how much force you exert, maybe he doesn’t feel much at all. Nothing ever seems to hurt him.

Dan rolls his shoulders, and slightly cocks his head, indicating it’s safe to get down now. You stare at him with a wide, uncertain look. And then with care, you climb down Dan’s back. Your hands fist into the fabric of the cape, an unrelenting grip as you make your way down. Dan barely twitches as you use his back muscles as stepping stones, he only looks over his shoulder to ensure you’re still there.

Your hands continue to grip the cape like a lifeline even as you properly step down on solid ground. By habit, you pull it up to your eyes, covering most of your face. You peer around curiously. You twist and knead the fabric, it crumples noisily. Again, Dan glances over his shoulder, his ears twitching at the sound. You smile from behind the cape.

A tiny smile cracks Dan’s face and before long, it disappears just as it appears. He turns his back to you, frowning in concentration. His fingers curl up and then flex, a soft hiss of energy sounds out, streaks of spectral green enshroud his hand. It carefully melds and bends into shapes not all that different from the formations of the Ghost Zone. The ecto-constructed map warbles as Dan scrutinizes it.

Fingers nimbly trail over the outlines of the miniature formations. Paying extra attention to every crevice and crack. Dan sighs in contention, his eyes narrow.

Dan looks up, you mimic his motion. A sheer, green, and grey rocky ‘jungle’ towers over you. Imposing and expansive, it stretches as far as the eye can see in either direction. Jagged structures resembling trees jut out of the ground, tiny protrusions not too dissimilar from barbs dot the bases of the trees. A dark dreariness hangs over the ‘jungle’. Shadows flicker at its edge, as if it invites you in.

You startle lightly when Dan kneels down next to you, his arms tense and his nails dig into the rock. You stare at him from the side with wide eyes.

“Don’t… go too far,” Dan says, “I just need a minute or two to figure out where we are, then we’ll be on our way.”

You nod your head absently; your focus keener on the strange environment for his words to sink in. A light breeze brushes you when Dan moves away, his dark silhouette sits on the edge of your vision, his back to you once more. The cape flutters from your hands and lands at your feet. Nervously wringing your wrists, you give another side glance before your attention goes back to the jungle.

One step. Two steps. You put on as little weight as you can, and yet, every time your foot touches the ground, it’s too loud for your liking.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Ectoblood pounds through your veins, sending alternating hot and cold waves of anticipation through your body. You shiver violently with energy anew, your mouth slightly dry. A tentative look back, Dan’s still distracted by the mini-map. A faint green glow highlights his eyes, totally drawing him in.

You exhale softly, you won’t be gone for long. A minute or two exploring around isn’t going to hurt you, or him. You break out into a moderately fast pace, your core thrums in excitement, your feet pitter-patter in quick succession.

Across the boundary between the open chaos of the Ghost Zone and the claustrophobic rock canopy of the isle. An odd sense of melancholy permeates the atmosphere, your chest tightens and your core thunders. A faint blue hue tints the darkness, your eyes automatically drawn to it. It’s strangely soft among the jagged and twisted formations.

Footsteps fade away. In midst of the hammering in your chest, you feel a sense of calm. Your shoulders are lighter, your body tingles with energy anew.

Shadows flicker and lick at the edge of the jungle. Should one look closely, it would look as if it slowly stretches out. Reaching to whatever was closest to draw into its dark web of deception.

—-

Dan hears it first.

A piercing, shrill scream unlike anything he’s ever heard before. Unease snakes through his body like icy thorns. His eyes flick to the side suspiciously, the cold pit grows.

Just as the scream echoes out, it immediately goes silent. The uncanny stillness hovers over Dan’s shoulder, an invisible spectre haunting him. Dan turns sharply on his heel, your name on the tip of his tongue. His core accelerates in alarm, his ecto-constructed map forgotten.

You’re nowhere to be found.

Dan’s head snaps in the direction of the overlying jungle. You couldn’t have wandered off far. Muscles tense to the point of feeling like it’s set aflame. He swears under his breath and hurtles off in a run faster than the eye can see.

Boots pound on the rocky surface, every crack seems to jolt Dan into going faster than he’s ever gone. Mouth wide open and fangs bared in a silent snarl. His mind is void of any thought except finding you, just you. His core aches with the sudden realization of how protective he feels despite not having known you for long. Dan doesn’t spare another second thinking about it as he crosses the strange boundary of the jungle.

Darkness immediately closes in on him, Dan’s body tingles uncomfortably as a heavy sensation comes over him. Goosebumps touch along his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck stand right up. The dull pounding of his core thuds in his ears. Eyes wide and hyper vigilant, Dan’s body sways with the direction of the rocky, dusty path.

Abnormally tall and stiff, the spiky trees unwavering. Unyielding, slow and groaning creaks in spite of their stillness. No matter where Dan looks, all around him is the same. It’s as if they hide you from him.

Urgency nags in his head, Dan barely pays any mind to where he’s going. The jungle seems to expand on and on. He hasn’t seen anyone at all on this isle. The whisper of the shadows caresses his ears. Silent and yet so profound, Dan hears it in the back of his mind, drowning out the sense of urgency. A dusty dryness claws at his throat. Perhaps there isn’t anyone here… for a reason.

Apprehension boils in the pit of his stomach.

His breath grows heavy with fatigued caution. Ears twitch at every little sound, muscles tense and ready to snap into action.

How did you wander off so far? The pounding in Dan’s ears ceases, only for a numb buzz to course through him and begins pummeling his throat. A sliver of a sweet, metallic taste makes itself known. It glues to the back of his throat, Dan grunts quietly in discomfort.

Dan takes a deep breath to soothe it.

Wisps of smoky red flow from his mouth. A tiny gasp catches in his throat.

The misty red hovers for a few seconds before it dissipates, leaving Dan alone with the unsettling knowledge of someone or something else on this isle. The thorny unease pierces through his body once again.

His eyes peer upwards, sharp and attentive to detail. An ominous red glow cuts through the dark, intersecting with the mysterious blue hue.

There, just several feet away from him. A dark, hulking figure with very few distinctive features to discern. Its oppressive silence weighs down around it, even on Dan to an extent. While it’s well hidden, Dan sees by its posture that it has something in its hands. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think this is a hunter of sorts, the trophy kind. Like Skulker.

But it isn’t Skulker.

Dan doesn’t care. He starts towards the figure with clenching fists, intent on getting answers by any means possible. Persuade, threaten. Torture if needed. Is there a difference? It doesn’t matter to him.

Then, he stops abruptly in his tracks. The figure doesn’t see him, or at least, not paying Dan any mind. It’s looking up… towards the trees.

For a few seconds, a freezing downpour comes down on Dan, his core skips a beat or two, his eyes wide and unblinking. High up in the jagged canopy, you’re strung up by the arm, a thick ectoplasmic rope coils around your shoulder. Your face pinches in agony and a never-ending stream of tears.

Few seconds too long. A fresh surge of adrenaline and an accelerating pulse. Dan only remembers a blurry whirlwind; many details blot out of his memory. He was over there, and now he’s right here.

Loud, hot, heaving pants escape his mouth. His muscles throb as if they’re on fire, his fist aches with the force of striking something hard. He notes the tiny splatters of green contrasting with his glove. A tiny drop of ectoplasm drips from his hand, guiding his eyes down to the still figure below him.

Right. The hunter and-

Another cry cuts across Dan’s muse. He inhales sharply and his head cranes in your direction. With another swear under his breath, he swiftly takes off and flies up to your level.

You barely notice his presence; your only focal point is that your shoulder screams and twists itself in agony. No matter how you attempt to reposition yourself, it viciously protests with iron-hot flares of pain. Your face flush with nonstop waves of tears, you can’t help it, even as you fruitlessly try to wipe them away on your other shoulder. You snivel messily and a sob jumps out of your mouth.

You jolt in shock as a familiar, muscular arm wraps around you. Your head hangs low, though you spot a hand above you tear away the rope that strung you up in a wicked snap. Then you find yourself cradled in his arms, his core pulsing with an intensity you’ve never felt before. Shakily breathing, you attempt to console yourself by basking into the intensifying aura, likening it to a warm shield.

Dan gracefully eases back down to the ground, soundlessly so that not even dust scatters about. Even shadows draw back in light of his silent, boiling, protective rage. It fixates on you, clinging for a sense of normality Dan long ago gave up. You matter more to him than he initially realizes. You’re his, in a way.

Gently placing you on the ground, one look at your shoulder, Dan grabs a fistful of his cape and tears a chunk off with his teeth. It’s too loud for your liking. You tilt your head slightly, he carefully wraps the torn fabric around your shoulder. It stings and you whine softly. Dan only looks down at you briefly, his fingers nimbly knead and twist the ends into a tight knot.

“I told you not to wander too far, didn’t I?” Dan mutters out, his voice firm and scolding.

You hold your breath, eyeing the makeshift bandage warily. Dan leans in close to your ear, his breath soft.

“I’ll be right back.”

You nod weakly and turn away, your chest tight as your core brutally hammers it. Static numb floods your head, everything is too loud and too quiet at once. You don’t question why you hear strange cracks and crunches behind you. You’re too tired to care at this point.

Dan returns and again, he cradles you close to his chest. You curl up, a hand clenches tightly onto his shirt, your vision obscures as you hide your face in his chest. You also don’t question why he has big splotches of bright green on him, it smells weird. Perhaps it’s better if you don’t mention it.

The two of you finally leave the peculiar jungle, and the isle itself. It’s oppressive tension easing off the moment Dan takes flight. His cape billows out with such force, the isle quickly fades from your memory. The dark warmth soothing as it protectively cloaks around you.

[sweetchildcloud]

My little flame

Synopsis: He doesn't believe in soulmates or bonds as he comfort you from a nightmare

Contents:Dabi x Anon! reader-cute-fluff-denial-tsundere[Dabi]-mention of self-harm [reader]-neurodivergent [reader]

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: i just tought how Dabi would be with an neurodivergent SO despite is persona and ego hshshsh

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

After an entire week of having you around, Dabi found himself begrudgingly growing attached to you. It bothered him, how your presence seemed to linger in his thoughts even when he wasn't around you.

He did his best to suppress it, to act like his usual apathetic self, but there were small moments when he slipped up. Glances that lingered a bit too long, a hint of concern in his voice when you were too quiet, a protective instinct he couldn't shake.

Dabi found himself observing you more closely than he would care to admit. He noticed the way you flinched at loud noises and how you avoided looking at your reflection in mirrors. The sight of your self-harm scars made his jaw clench with every passing day.

He knew he should care less. You were supposed to be just an inconvenience, a weakness he didn't need. But then again… You were his soulmate, his destined partner.

Despite himself, Dabi began to make small adjustments to accommodate you. He made sure to keep the volume of the TV down when you were around, and he made a point to get rid of any sharp objects that might tempt you. He even caught himself making sure there was always food in the fridge for you, even though he would never admit it.

And yet, every time he caught himself doing these things, he would curse himself for caring so much. But he just couldn't help himself.

He refused to acknowledge aloud that he was growing fond of you, even though his actions betrayed him. Whenever he saw you curled in a ball on the couch, he found himself wanting to wrap his arms around you, to protect you from the demons that haunted you.

But then he'd remember who he was, a villain, a heartless killer. And he pushed those thoughts aside, reminding himself that caring for you was a weakness, a liability he couldn't afford.

The nights were the worst. Dabi would toss and turn in bed, your presence lingering in his thoughts. He'd hear your quiet sobs in the other room and it would take every ounce of willpower he had not to barge in and pull you into his arms.

It was a constant battle between his logical side, the one that told him he was a villain and shouldn't care, and his soul, which was drawn to you like a magnet.

Dabi was jolted awake by the sound of his door creaking open. He sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around him, as you entered the room, clutching a stuffed toy in your arms. In the dim light, he could tell it was the plushie he had begrudgingly purchased for you after you mentioned how much it looked like him.

"What are you doing in here?" He grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

He watched as you approached his bed, your face flushed and tear-streaked. Instinctively, he shifted over to make room for you, gesturing for you to climb onto the bed. "Don't just stand there. Get on."

You widened your eyes at his gesture a bit before you hided your face behind the stuffed toy,it seemed you didn't wanted to disturb him.

Dabi rolled his eyes at your hesitation. "Don't play coy now" he said, gesturing again for you to climb into bed. "You came here for a reason, and it's obviously not to admire me in my natural state."

He patted the spot beside him. "Come on, I won't bite… Unless you want me to."

As you sat next to him on the bed, clutching the toy, Dabi couldn't help but notice the redness in your cheeks at his teasing comment. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He leaned back against the pillows, draping one arm behind his head. "You going to tell me why you're crying at ass o'clock in the morning, or do I have to guess?" He watched as you played with the toy, your fingers nervously fiddling with its soft fabric. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to pull you into his arms and soothe your tears, but he clenched his fist at his side, reminding himself of the boundaries he should uphold.

"i had a nightmare" you finally spoke

Dabi raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face at the sound of your voice. It was rare for you to speak up, and he secretly treasured the fact that you felt comfortable enough around him to do so.

"Nightmare, huh?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "What was it about this time?" He glanced at the stuffed toy in your possession. "Did it happen to involve me, by any chance?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He watched as your grip on the toy tightened, and he could tell that his guess was spot on. He mentally cursed at himself for feeling satisfied that his presence seemed to have an impact on you, even in your dreams.

"you….killed me in my dream.." you sniffed "it was by accident and you looked so…sad when you did.."

Dabi's expression hardened, an unexpected pang of guilt stabbing through him at your words. He hadn't expected to feel anything at the mention of your dream, but the idea of killing you, even unintentionally, made his stomach churn.

"It was just a dream" he muttered, more for his own sake than for yours. "Nothing like that is going to happen, alright?"

He reached out and gently tugged the toy from your hands, placing it on the bedside table. "Come here" he said, patting the space next to him, indicating that he wanted you to move closer.

He wrapped his arms around your fragile figure, pulling your trembling body against his chest. For a moment, he allowed himself to nuzzle his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. "It was just a dream" he repeated, his voice softer this time. "I'm not going to kill you, okay? So stop crying." He muttered, his fingers running through your hair, a comforting gesture that he didn't know he was capable of. "And quit having these damn nightmares that involve me. It's a pain in the ass." a giggle escaped your lips as you snuggle on his neck "ass" you repeted giggling cutely

Dabi rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be secretly pleased at the sound of your laughter. "Yeah, yeah, you're a little smartass, ain't you?" He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your ear.

"Don't go using my language, though. It doesn't suit you." you giggled again at his cuss words as you repeated again "smartass"

Dabi groaned a little, pretending to be annoyed but secretly finding your repetition endearing. "You're supposed to be asleep, you know" he chided, running his hand up and down your back in slow, soothing motions.

"Not sitting here saying swear words like a little parrot."

He buried his face in your hair again, inhaling your scent. "But I guess I can't complain if it's coming out of a cute little mouth like yours" he mumbled, the words slipping out before he could stop himself.

"you think i'm cute?"

"Ugh" Dabi grumbled, his annoyance sounding half-hearted. He shifted, pulling you even closer so that there was no space between your bodies. "I didn't say that."

But the way his hand continued to stroke your back betrayed him, his touch tender despite his gruff exterior. "Don't get it twisted. I just meant… for a crybaby, you're not completely horrible to look at."

He tried to keep his tone light, but the truth was he found you absolutely adorable in this vulnerable state. The way you sought comfort from him, the way you held onto his every word, it tugged at his heartstrings in a way he didn't want to admit.

"Now quit trying to get compliments out of me, or I'll kick you out of this bed" he warned, gently tugging on your hair playfully.

"i like your compliments" You cooed "nobody ever did" Dabi felt a pang in his chest at your words. It was a stark reminder of the life you'd led before meeting him, a life filled with neglect and loneliness.

He grumbled, trying to maintain his aloof facade. "Don't get used to it. I'm not some damn compliment dispenser."

Truth be told, the thought of being the only one to ever praise you sent a strange flutter through his heart.

He pulled you even closer, his grip around you tightening almost possessively. "You're just easy to please, that's all" he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words before continuing. "It's not like I care about making you happy or anything. I'm just…tolerating you" he added, his voice lacking its usual bite.

Dabi knew he was lying to himself. Deep down, he couldn't deny the flicker of protectiveness he felt towards you. He found himself wanting to shield you from the world, to make sure you were safe and cared for. But he pushed that feeling down, refusing to acknowledge the growing tenderness in his heart.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment before he spoke again. "Just… go to sleep, alright? And don't have any more stupid dreams about me."

Dabi let out a soft sigh as you settled against his chest, your warm body fitting perfectly against his. He could feel his heartbeat quickening, the steady rhythm betraying the casual facade he was trying to maintain.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. "Be warned," he muttered, his voice low and slightly gruff. "If you snore, I won't hesitate to kick you off the bed." "you won't" you chimed

Dabi stifled a chuckle, his chest rumbling with amusement. "Oh, really? And what makes you so sure, smartass?"

He remembered the previous times you had spent the night in his bed, and how he'd discovered that you snored softly in your sleep. Despite his threats to kick you out, he had never followed through, always finding some excuse to keep you by his side.

"I mean it this time." he tried to sound firm, but there was no real conviction in his voice. "I'll shove your cute little butt off these sheets if I hear a single snore from you."

He gave your butt a gentle pat for emphasis, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Dabi cursed inwardly as he realized you had already fallen asleep, the soft sound of your snoring filling the room. It should have annoyed him, but instead, it sent an unexpected pang of warmth through his chest.

He watched you sleep, his gaze softening despite his attempts to maintain his cool demeanor. He couldn't help but admire the way your eyelashes rested against your cheeks, the way your breath tickled his skin.

Quietly, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "Damn it" he mumbled to himself. "You're making it hard to keep my distance."

He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent and feeling the steady rise and fall of your breath against his chest. The sound of your snoring, so peaceful and innocent, brought a strange comfort to him.

He allowed himself to relax, his tense muscles melting into the mattress. For the first time in a long while, he felt... at ease.

"Sleep well, smartass" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But not too loud. I need some shut-eye too."

With a resigned sigh, Dabi settled back against the pillows, his grip on you never loosening. The last thing he wanted was to admit it, but he found himself liking the feeling of you in his arms. The warmth of your body against his, the gentle sound of your snoring, it felt foreign yet strangely familiar.

He closed his eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over him. But even as he drifted off to sleep, his hold on you remained firm and protective, as if he was afraid you'd slip away from him.

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[wireheadbird]

Late

(DC) Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of gun, terminal illness, mentions of alcohol, angst, not proofread yet.

Summary: Y/N has a terminal illness, Lena offers to make a cure. 1258

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You called in sick for yet another day, allowing yourself to sulk in your despair. What else is a person meant to do once informed they have little time in their pathetic mortal life?

You and Lena weren’t that close anyway it was more of an employer and employee type of relationship. Perhaps with a few game nights with her friends here and there but that barely happened. Lena had tried calling you a few times but you let it ring. You watched it ring. What would you say if you picked it up anyway, ‘Hey I’m dying hope you don't mind me missing a few days’. 

For days on end Lena would call every few hours, along with concerned friends of hers. She was surrounded and loved by so many people, what difference would it make if it were one less. 

Nonetheless, Lena rummaged through her employee files till she found yours, scanning through it for your address and writing it down. She’s quick to gather her stuff and speed out the company building to your place with a casserole in hand. Once she arrives she knocks on the door only for it to open, seemingly unlocked, she double checks the sticky note for the apartment number in concern. A-401.

 You were a very cautious person, there's no way you would leave your apartment unlocked. She knocks once more before letting herself in and calling out your name, shutting the door behind her. Looking around at the dark apartment she notices how bottles of different colors and sizes littered the living room.

Her attention instantly spikes when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye, you stand there. Your disheveled figure leaning against the wall lit up by the light from the hallway you just came out from. Just as she was about to step towards you, concern etched on her face, you raise pointing your gun at her shakily with a bottle of something in your other hand. With the pungent scent in the air she could tell it was some sort of alcohol. 

“Woah there y/n, it's me, Lena.” she raises her hand in surrender. “Miss Luthor..?” your voice came out hoarse and shaky. “Yes, that's me” Lena was evidently more anxious now. You slide down the wall dropping your gun and taking a long swig of your beverage. She comes closer and realizes you were sweating and shivering at the same time, she takes the bottle from you and you don’t argue.

She places a hand on your forehead checking for a fever but you swat away her hand, Lena’s face contorts in confusion. “You have no fever…what’s wrong then?” she asks as she helps you up and onto your living room couch, pulling away the now empty bottle. You couldn’t think of a better way to break it to her, not like there was one in the first place. 

“I’m dying.” your voice doesn’t even quiver, making her think you were probably just exaggerating the feeling of being sick and she nervously chuckles “it can’t be that bad”. But it was. It is. “Lena. Look at me” You look into her eyes, “I’m dying Lena…”. You explain how you haven't been feeling well for a while, thinking it was probably from stress or sleep deprivation. But once the pain stopped being mental and became physical you had no option but to visit a doctor to get relief from the pain. Only to be diagnosed with a terminal illness you’ve never heard of. 

Once you finished explaining, Lena seemed completely out of it, her eyes wide and teary. So you reach for another bottle from the coffee table, next thing you know you were pressed back into the couch by a hug from a sobbing Lena. “You’ll be fine. You’ll live. I’ll find the cure myself” ______________________________________________________________

It's been days since Lena last visited. She shot you a few texts a couple times to check in on you, sending you words of encouragement and comfort. You couldn’t find it within you to spare any energy to make yourself any food and didn’t bother ordering takeout either which was out of character for you, you’d usually jump at the chance to order takeout. But you weren’t feeling up to it. And it seemed as if Lena had the same train of thoughts, because the day after she saw you in this state for the first time she sent you pre-prepped meals with delivery guys or sometimes takeout.

‘Hang in tight, I’m working on it.’ - Ms. Luthor 02:13 AM

A pang of guilt strikes through you. You hated how she pulled all-nighters to work on a slim to none chance of your survival. You tried ringing her to call it off and come up with some excuse but only wallowed deeper in your guilt after it went straight to voicemail.  ______________________________________________________________

It’s been almost a week since you last saw or spoke to Lena, she still sent food everyday so you knew she was okay. You however, not so much. You could feel yourself getting weaker, and on the fifth day you fell bed ridden. The delivery guys gave up on ringing the doorbell and just started leaving the food outside the apartment door. Which earned you knocks and complaints from the neighbors from the smell of the molding food. 

But you could no longer move, no longer speak, no longer stay awake to deal with the issue. Your phone seemed so close yet so far away, you couldn’t reach for it from how weak and pathetic you felt. All you did was sleep in an attempt to replenish your energy that way, all you wanted was to sleep. 

‘Hang on y/n…I’m almost there’ Lena thought to herself as she bottled the blue liquid packing a syringe with it, finally making a breakthrough after trapping herself in her lab in search of any sort of cure or treatment. She didn’t want to waste any time looking for her phone and quickly rushed out the company door wanting to get to you as soon as possible.

Once she arrives at the apartment building she’s met with the stinging scent of rotting food, she covers her nose taking out the spare key you gave her only to find out, once again. The door was unlocked.

Lena rushes into the apartment and into your bedroom, relaxing once she spots your body huddled up in between blankets and pillows. She slowly made her way to the bedside table turning on the lamp. “y/n?” she whispered as to not startle her. “I did it y/n I found the cure” Lena whispered, her eyes tearing up as she smiled excitedly. 

She waits for a response from you, her heart beating out of her chest in anticipation. Her brows furrow in concern, “y/n..?” she hesitantly reaches her hand out shaking you awake. Your body which was facing the wall, now laid on its back and your hand fell limp off of the side of the bed. 

Pale. Blue lips. A shaky hand reaches to check your neck for a pulse, her eyes widen and she flinches at the cold touch of your once warm skin. She stumbled backwards, losing her footing and falling to the floor into choked sobs. 

She was supposed to save you. You were supposed to live. You were supposed to make it. If only she had been earlier…perhaps you would’ve lived to thank her. 

But she was late…and you, gone too soon.

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my apologies for not being on, writers block goes hard.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Pronoun and Verb Tenses With Charts and Example Sentences

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I was doing a lesson from my Freshman Composition course and after seeing these charts, decided that it would be best to save them for later personal use, i.e. on Tumblr. So, I thought, why not just share these charts with you all so that you can review them and potentially improve your future writing? I hope that these are useful to whoever needs them, let me know if you want any more of these kinds of posts in the future, and I guess I'll regurgitate stuff from the course. You all have no idea how long this shit took me to finish, so you better be grateful. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

Pronoun Tenses

with example sentences from me~ (since they didn't accompany the chart)

1st Person Singular:

Subject Pronouns: "Creative writing is something I enjoy the most." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing makes me feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "Creative writing is my passion." Possessive Pronouns: "An escape of mine is creative writing." Reflexive Pronouns: "Usually, I enjoy creative writing myself."

2nd Person Singular:

Subject Pronouns: "Creative writing is something you enjoy the most." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing makes you feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "Creative writing is your passion." Possessive Pronouns: "An escape of yours is creative writing." Reflexive Pronouns: "Usually, you enjoy creative writing yourself."

3rd Person Singular (Male & Female):

Subject Pronouns: "Creative writing is something he/she enjoys the most." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing makes him/her feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "Creative writing is his/her passion." Possessive Pronouns: "An escape of his/hers is creative writing." Reflexive Pronouns: "Usually, he/she enjoys creative writing himself/herself."

3rd Person:

Subject Pronouns: "In the case of creative writing, it is something most people enjoy." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing is well-liked because it makes people feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "As for creative writing, the author's passion is captured in its words." Possessive Pronouns: "Creative writing allows the author to be adventurous, that is its purpose." Reflexive Pronouns: "Creative writing itself, can be considered art."

1st Person Plural:

Subject Pronouns: "Creative writing is something we enjoy the most." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing makes us feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "Creative writing is our passion." Possessive Pronouns: "An escape of ours is creative writing." Reflexive Pronouns: "Usually, we enjoy creative writing ourselves."

2nd Person Plural:

Subject Pronouns: "Creative writing is something you enjoy the most." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing makes you feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "Creative writing is your passion." Possessive Pronouns: "An escape of yours is creative writing." Reflexive Pronouns: "Usually, you enjoy creative writing yourselves."

3rd Person Plural:

Subject Pronouns: "Creative writing is something they enjoy." Object Pronouns: "Creative writing makes them feel happy." Possessive Adjectives: "Creative writing is their passion." Possessive Pronouns: "An escape of theirs is creative writing." Reflexive Pronouns: "Usually, they enjoy creative writing themselves."

Verb Tenses

with example sentences (+ extra sentences from me, using the different pronoun tenses from above.)

2nd Person Singular:

Simple Present: "You exercise every day." Present Progressive: "You are exercising right now." Simple Past: "You exercised yesterday." Past Progressive: "You were exercising all morning." Present Perfect: "You have just exercised." Present Perfect Progressive: "You have been exercising for years." Past Perfect: "You had exercised before going to work." Past Perfect Progressive: "You had been exercising when she called you." Future - Will: "You will exercise tomorrow." Future - Going To: "You are going to exercise tomorrow." Future Progressive: "You will be exercising by 10 today." Future Perfect: "You will have exercised by noon." Conditional Simple: "You would exercise if someone could do it with you." Conditional Progressive: "You would be exercising now if someone could have done it with you." Conditional Perfect: "You would have exercised already if someone could have done it with you." Conditional Perfect Progressive: "You would have been exercising all morning if someone had been able to do it with you."

3rd Person Singular (Male & Female):

Simple Present: "He/she visits family every day." Present Progressive: "He/she is visiting family right now." Simple Past: "He/she visited his/her family yesterday." Past Progressive: "He/she was visiting family all morning." Present Perfect: "He/she has just visited his/her family." Present Perfect Progressive: "He/she has been visiting his/her family for years." Past Perfect: "He/she had visited his/her family before going to work." Past Perfect Progressive: "He/she had been visiting family when someone called him/her." Future - Will: "He/she will visit his/her family tomorrow." Future - Going To: "He/she is going to visit family tomorrow." Future Progressive: "He/she will be visiting his/her family at 10 today." Future Perfect: "He/she will have visited his/her family by noon." Conditional Simple: "He/she would visit his/her family if he/she had the time." Conditional Progressive: "He/she would be visiting his/her family if he/she could have had the time." Conditional Perfect: "He/she would have visited his/her family already if she had had the time." Conditional Perfect Progressive: "He/she would have been visiting family all morning if she had been able to spare some time."

1st Person Plural:

Simple Present: "We talk every day." Present Progressive: "We are talking right now." Simple Past: "We talked yesterday." Past Progressive: "We were talking all morning." Present Perfect: "We have just talked." Present Perfect Progressive: "We have been talking for years." Past Perfect: "We had talked before going to work." Past Perfect Progressive: "We had been talking when she called me." Future - Will: "We will talk tomorrow." Future - Going To: "We are going to talk tomorrow." Future Progressive: "We will be talking at 10 today." Future Perfect: "We will have talked by noon." Conditional Simple: "We would talk if we wanted to." Conditional Progressive: "We would be talking now if we could have wanted to." Conditional Perfect: "We would have talked already if we wanted to." Conditional Perfect Progressive: "We would have been talking all morning if we wanted to."

2nd Person Plural:

Simple Present: "You all exercised every day." Present Progressive: "You girls are exercising right now." Simple Past: "You lot exercised yesterday." Past Progressive: "You guys were exercising all morning." Present Perfect: "You both have just exercised." Present Perfect Progressive: "You kids have been exercising for years." Past Perfect: "You boys had exercised before going to work." Past Perfect Progressive: "You people had been exercising when she called you." Future - Will: "You all will make dinner tomorrow." Future - Going To: "You girls are going to make dinner tomorrow." Future Progressive: "You lot will be making dinner by 10 today." Future Perfect: "You guys will have made dinner by noon." Conditional Simple: "You both would make dinner if you had help." Conditional Progressive: "You kids would be making dinner now if someone could have had help." Conditional Perfect: "You boys would have made dinner already if you had help." Conditional Perfect Progressive: "You people would have been making dinner all night if no one helped you."

3rd Person Plural:

Simple Present: "They garden every day." Present Progressive: "They are gardening right now." Simple Past: "They gardened yesterday." Past Progressive: "They were gardening all morning." Present Perfect: "They have just gardened." Present Perfect Progressive: "They have been gardening for years." Past Perfect: "They had gardened before going to work." Past Perfect Progressive: "They had been gardening when she called them." Future - Will: "They will garden tomorrow." Future - Going To: "They are going to garden tomorrow." Future Progressive: "They will be gardening by 10 today." Future Perfect: "They will have gardened by noon." Conditional Simple: "They would garden if the rain stopped." Conditional Progressive: "They would be gardening if the rain stopped." Conditional Perfect: "They would have gardened already if the rain stopped." Conditional Perfect Progressive: "They would have been gardening all day if the rain had stopped."

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[kiyo-cant-write]

vil schoenheit with an otaku s/o

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I felt like we needed something on this blog with my bias, Vil. So I took it upon myself to write something.

This comes from my love of pairing otakus and nerds with ultra-glamorous people. Vil/Idia is also something I enjoy, but as this blog is catered to reader-insert content, have this.

If anyone has any Vil requests I may prioritize them....

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Summary: [Name] is the s/o of Vil Schoenheit and an otaku who challenges the shut-in Ignihyde Housewarden for his title. They have a fixation on games and often find themselves obsessed with them. What does Vil think of this?

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is implied to be Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, the reader is younger than Vil (lightly implied), explicitly post B5

Guest Stars: Rook Hunt. Neige LeBlanche (implied/referenced), Idia Shroud (mentioned)

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Vil Schoenheit

Vil wasn't always so open to dating someone who obsesses over fiction and 2D media to this degree.

Idia always irked him a bit, but maybe it was the tablet.

Honestly, he still doesn't really understand.

Vil Schoenheit is the commodity, not the consumer.

He respects his s/o for their dedication, though.

The only criticisms he has are if they do not take care of themselves properly (like neglecting food or sleep for games).

Vil has come to know random things about whatever anime or game his s/o likes and picks up special items when opportunities arise at work, albeit without drawing attention to it publicly.

What Vil wasn't prepared for was [Name]'s friendship with Rook.

It's a blessing and a curse to be in their presence.

He's thrilled they get along... but once they start yapping... it never ends and is typically about Vil himself or worse Neige LeBlanche.

Vil often pretends that he doesn't hear those chats.

He finds the praise from his s/o nice, though.

He's relieved they aren't one of his creeper fans.

Be assured that he did some interrogating early on for safety.

Vil appreciates that they live outside the spotlight.

It means that he can be "normal" with them.

It's nice to just be "Vil" and not some mega-star.

Vil values that even though they love his work, they also love him as a person, the Vil that the rest of the world isn't privy to.

Vil grimaced at the sight of his darling partner who was buried in blankets on the couch trying to "grind" for an "SSR" in some game about idols. He didn't pretend to understand such concepts but he was certainly watching it happen before him: [Name] was ignoring the world for games.

He sighed but he knew he chose this.

[Name] gave that tablet-wielding Idia Shroud a run for his title, surely. They were a shut-in as any otaku was, keeping their darling face away from view and covered by baggy clothing. They took poor care of themselves when "banners" were yielding?

That was what got on Vil's nerves the most. The utter disregard for their health in favor of fictional men and digital items.

"[Name]," Vil said, trying to get his beloved's attention.

They did not answer.

That's alright, they probably did not hear him.

"[Name]," he repeated a bit more urgently.

They remained focused on their screen, unaware of the person standing beside their cozy setup. Vil wasn't sure if he was offended or not. The housewarden sighed before using the only trick he had up his sleeve at the moment.

"[Full Name]."

"HUH?!?"

[Name] whipped around like they had heard gunshots and were faced with the radiant beauty of their boyfriend.

Oh! It was Vil!

"Sorry, Vil," [Name] offered, looking down for a moment to ensure that the story was paused, "I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"And that," Vil told them, "is a crime in and of itself, I look lovely today and you should appreciate all beauty that graces your eyes."

Vil smiled, posing in a way that made it seem natural. A hand on his hip asserted that Vil held the power in this room, even when it was not his dorm. Pomefiore's housewarden was too charismatic for words sometimes.

"You know, dear, like Rook always says and does..." Vil continued, pausing for a moment at the thought of his vice housewarden, "Though maybe not so enthusiastically as him."

"I love you so much, V, but I also have so many pulls I need to do to get this SSR," [Name] told Vil, tapping into the next part of the event they were working on, "This. is. why. I. exist. And Idia put the support card I told... begged him to."

[Name] had ventured to Ignihyde the other day, Ortho accompanying them, to beg the Game Master to put his level 105 maxed stat card for support. It was a terrifying journey that incurred the wrath of the heavens (Idia screamed in such a shrill voice that he nearly gave [Name] tinnitus) but it was worth it. The Game Master ceded and the support for the battle was won! Huzzah!

"I can see that this means a lot if you cried to Shroud about it, but you... " Vil trailed off until he noticed a familiar bag by the side of the couch, "I'm sorry, darling, do you have a guest?"

"Eh, do I have a guest?" [Name] asked Vil.

With that, Vil was about to launch into another lecture about how they should watch their house and remember if people were present, but he was cut off by the entry of one (1) Rook Hunt wearing something he would be skinned for if he were at Pomefiore with his hair tangled as if he fell asleep half smothered into something, hair and all. Vil could believe his eyes, but he didn't want to.

"Do I even want to know?" Vil asked him.

Rook raised his hands in a shrug that felt a tad passive-aggressive.

"I'm not going to ask then, neither of you has the answer that keeps my sanity alive," Vil said, sighing as he closed his eyes to avoid questioning his vice housewarden.

"We're doing this for you, Roi du Poison!" Rook told him.

"In what world does this game have anything to do with me?"

Vil was floored by the implication that he was familiar with one of these idol-ish games. He had worked on them once or twice, sure, but that was hardly the same as being a fan, a player.

"I thought this as well, but [Name] explained it to me!"

And... Rook was enthused. Yay. Time for theatrics.

"Rook, I'm not in the mood for theatrics, try to be concise."

"Of course, My Queen!"

"Rook-senpai did you make food?" [Name] asked him, cutting into the conversation.

"It is cooking now!" Rook assured with a (slightly scary) smile.

"I thought you..." Vil trailed off once more, it wasn't worth it.

Rook was here, he wasn't. [Name] knew, they didn't. At least Epel wasn't also here trying to get muscular at a dangerous speed (again). In the end, the hunter had agreed to cease his shenanigans, but there were sure to be more theatrics and tomfoolery ahead. It might seem impossible, but Vil could sense it.

"Do you two wish to tell me what has you so involved in this game? And how in all of this Twisted Wonderland it pertains to me?" the housewarden asked after a moment sitting down on the Ramshackle couch after a moment of deliberation and joining his vice housewarden and the love of his young life.

"It has everything to do with you!" [Name] told him, managing to tap away at the rhythm game while speaking which Vil would never admit impressed him, "I'm doing this because I love you.... and the cards. But mostly for you, V!"

"It's about your honor, Beautiful Vil!" Rook added.

About his honor? How was this about his honor?

Vil sighed as he turned to Rook. His hair was still a nest on his head, one fit for a bird. His golden hair color aided that appearance.

"I really wish you would fix your hair, Rook..."

Rook shook his head, expression saddening if only for a moment.

"Non, non. There is no time for it when your honor is at stake!"

And... Yeah, there's no stopping Rook now. Vil admitted to that defeat as much as it pained him, a couple of years of friendship had taught him not to... Well, to be crude, not to fuck with that.

"Yeah!!" [Name] agreed, "We need to focus on this. And... Win!"

Oh, good. Lovely. His lover was also not backing down.

Vil sighed as he leaned closer to [Name], a show of his own tiredness that he seemed to neglect the wrinkles to his clothing that could form. His face close to theirs, he watched their game, skimming the dialogue of the stylized men on the screen and trying to parse through why the player seemed to have a hoard of 167 men at their disposal while also being a 17-year-old orphan with dead famous parents who left them a company in their will.

Maybe I should have paid more attention when Idia tried to explain his visual novel collection to me...

Vil continued to watch, slowly feeling himself grow just a tad invested in the story. He cursed it, wanting to say he was above falling for the media he seldom worked in... And here he was, wondering what the MC was going to do now that one of the beautiful young men had been kidnapped by some kind of underground association of famous men. He was still a bit unclear about that last part.

"This is why, V," [Name] told him, tapping the arrow on the screen to reveal a character Vil had not seen in the section [Name] was reading.

They were tall blond with deep blue eyes wearing a shimmering gown and extremely high heels.

Vil looked back to [Name].

"Everyone is saying this character is the in-game equivalent of you," they told him, "So I wanted to help them... win against..."

A voice echoed from Rook's phone that sounded eerily similar to a certain raven-haired boy's voice. But it wasn't, Vil was certain of it. There was a certain energy to Neige's voice that this person did not have, a kind of sweetness that made Vil's stomach churn a bit.

"The you-coded guy is going to be my strongest card and he will win in the polls! Rook and I will make sure of it!" [Name] told Vil, "Also if he does lose I still have to do a favor for Idia-senpai so I really don't wanna lose."

The fact that [Name] was willing to go to such lengths for his apparent honor was heartwarming to Vil if not a tad silly. Since the events of the competition, Vil had rethought some of his prior-made statements, but it seemed that [Name] and Rook both wanted to assure him of his worth and that was... sweet, honestly. A little weird considering they chose an anime game to do so, but sweet nonetheless.

He smiled at [Name], pressing a kiss to their cheek.

"Thank you, my love," he told them before looking over at Rook, "And you as well, I suppose, Rook."

"...Might this lessen the pain I caused at the VDC?" Rook asked.

"I'm no longer angry but perhaps," Vil told the hunter.

"And it was all my idea!" [Name] cheered, glowing with pride.

"Oui, your shared love is most radiant~" Rook practically sang, pausing his rhythm game (he has a full combo and SS rank) to stand and gesture boldly to Vil and [Name].

"I know, it's why I love them so much," Vil mused.

Yes, having a significant other with differing interests had perks, sometimes. Vil had to admit that every once in a while, [Names] hobby was cute, on them anyway... Vil wasn't so sure he could handle it if they came to school as a tablet like Idia.

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Imagine the rest for yourself~

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[september-poetry]

the life of a sacrificial lamb

you crave the beginning

to learn how to feel again

to bruise

to burn

to birth anew from worn flesh

punch a wall to feel sane

the bloodied knuckles stain your face

jaws break in tandem

dislocated through tenderness

realigned from a smile

the pain an old friend

your teeth rot as you look back at the person you were before

it was always going to end this way

taunt another lover to leave them bare

the butcher to their lamb

there is softness to suffocation

intimate in their slaughter

choke yourself to feel their touch again

as your body lays there

there is comfort in decomposition

slowly as you feel your flesh become bone

you know that you are alive

the end will begin again

05 / 08 / 24

[vrtualirl]

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─ 𝓗𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄! My names Yvy, aka user: @/vrtualirl on tumblr !!

─ 𝓘 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐓 legal of age, standing at 18 years old. I usually do Blue Lock related content such as oneshots, scenarios, headcanons, etc. Whether it would be requests or an idea of mine.

─ 𝓘 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 gender neutral readers, but if it was taken from a request which specifically stated a gender, then it will either be female or male reader. I can write about character x character (ships) too.

─ 𝓘 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐍 amateaur when it comes to writing, english isn't my first language so my writing is sort of bad. But I do my best to improve it to satisfy my readers.

─ 𝓜𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 me? Sure thing! I'm an 8teen yr old Filipino girl. My mbti is ENTP. I'm a writer (obviously), an artist, and editor.

─ 𝓜𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑 link is : https://discord.com/invite/qCep7e7MfU

─ 𝓘𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 like to request me something, head over to my profile and click the "Your thoughts?" button beneath my bio.

─ 𝓓𝐎'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎 not's of requests I take are sorted out down below

⌗ 01 ─ DO'S ⋮

. Nsfw & Sfw

. Fluff

. Angst

. Lemon

. Smutshots

. Headcanons

. Scenarios

. Drabbles

. Oneshots

. M!reader / F!reader / Gn!reader sorted by out your choice.

⌗ 02 ─ DON'T'S ⋮

. Incest

. Minor x Adult relationships

. Weird kinks / fetishes

. "Dark romance"

. SA

. R!pe

. Step siblings / Step Parents

. Grooming

⌗ 03 ─ REQS

. Reqs and submissions are open.

. In order to request, you must specify your genre / theme, character(s), table of contents, and the gender of the reader.

[local-critter]

Hello, I'm very new to writing headcanons and going through a bout of writers block so if anyone has any ideas, please send me an ask!

Pretty much everything is free real estate; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and for limited times, I will write NSFW.

Also, all of my works will be either GN Reader or Male reader, but I'll never write for a fem reader. GN is the default, if you'd like male just specify.

Also, I take requests for specific characters; like if you have a request but not for all 6 or something.

As I'm still learning the ropes and everything it may take me awhile to get to an ask but I'll try to get to it eventually!

If/when I stop taking requests for a time, I'll update this post.

Requests : Open

NSFW: Closed

Fandoms I Write For

- The Arcana

- Supernatural

- Batfamily

- The Black Phone

- Heartstopper

- Daredevil

- Stardew Valley