#him sighing as he lets himself be vunerable

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

Oh, my foolish wizard...lean your weight on me.

[moechies]

eeee but ok what about a make out sesh with sugu that ends with him begging to finger you >.<

౨ৎ ⋆ please?! ꨄ geto suguru

sypnosis: inexperienced college students you ‘nd suguru with a mischievous pact

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 vunerable virgin reader, no p in v, soft, messy, fingering, making out, praiseee, he cums from rubbin himself, light oral (f rec.), pet names : baby, honey doll !! !

an ♡ . . this ask omg anon u are genius . dis is absolutely so cute and ugggghhhhhh m melting <3 literally love u . i love dis ask a lot so this is a bit longer than my usual drabbles , so im makin it a fic :D enjoyyyyyy loviessss

it’s hot , sloppy , messy.

bodies pressed against each others as your guy’s lips clash feverently against each others , sloppy noises elicited from you two’s ‘practice.’

it was never supposed to go so far. it started from something so innocent yet so dirty , the two of you prompting to practice making out with eachother; every friday and saturday night in the comfort of his private dorm.

nights usually started off awkward, with you at the front of his doorstep nervously knocking at his door. he was intimidating, tall, and so handsome; everything you’d consider perfect. it made you want to shrivel and hide.

your first couple sessions consisted of awkward touches, usually his fingers hovering above your warm skin with a light shiver , staring into you for any affirmation to touch you.

“is it okay? ‘m not gonna do anythin’ weird.”

making out with him was sloppy and messy, rhythmless and random. neither of you would stop the other unless one had run out of breath , but that was the fun of it; you suppose.

“d-do you wanna keep goin’?” he pants, face awfully close to yours, not sparing another breath when you mindlessly nod. in a blink, his swollen lips are clad against yours once again.

this time , it had been no different. it had been 3 weeks after your set arrangements , and nothing had seemingly been different.

right ?

so why did it feel so much more intimate ? you try to speculate , but the man’s mouth occupies all of you. geto makes you feel so fuzzy, your body, your mind, incapable of a single coherent thought in the heat of the moment.

he wastes no time pressing your body into the soft of the mattress with his own, hand pursed into the soft pillow with intertwined fingers.

you gasp into his mouth , waiting for the moment he allows you time for a quick breather, but it never comes. instead he refuses to detach himself from you as you grow lightheaded.

“s-suguru hah— ,what’s wrong with you?”

“baby , i need y’so bad. i cant . . ”

your brow arches in confusion , but all becoming much clearer when you feel his frigid fingers dance on the band of your skimpy shorts.

“w-wait—“

”y’gonna let me touch you here?” he teases, his thumb pressing up on your clit through your shorts, right above the wet patch of your sticky cum.

“eeek — hold on, sugu !”

“please ? let me finger you baby . w’na make you feel good s’bad.”

you whimper at his offer, overwhelmed by the suddenness of his question. it had never gone this far, you had never expected it to. to say that you hoped it would happen was an understatement; you dreamt of this. truly.

his soft hands run over your soft skin, chubby lips pressing breathy kisses all over your face and neck, and overly desperate bulge lazily humping into the fat of your panty-clad pussy. it’s all too much.

“let me feel you , honey, c’mon.” he rushes, smirking into your skin with a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“o-okay, suguru !” you blurt .

he’s sighs in relief, hands wasting no time to tug off your shorts along side your panties. your sweet cunt radiates a soft heat he’s able to feel against the palm of his hand, chuckling as he watches your cunt pulse around nothing.

he’s obsessed, and he thinks it may be love . he finds himself unable to pull his eyes away from the gorgeous sight, pupils in the shape of hearts as he watches your puffy hole uncontrollably drool with pearlescent slick.

“s-stop starin’ sugu—“ you mumble, quickly bringing a hand down to cover yourself from his roaming eyes. you’re quickly stopped by his hand, never holding a chance in the first place.

“you’ve never done this before ?”

“obviously not! “ your eyes are shut tight, tears pricking at the corners and damping your lashes. you’re obviously embarrassed, and he wouldn’t have you any other way. this is perfect.

he says nothing but chuckles, flinching when you unexpectedly feel his lips against yours, one that slowly converts into something much more sensual.

you feel the pad of his thumb slide against your sticky cunt, merely pressing the tip inside to tease you. he swallows up your yelp, feeling him smile against your lips.

his pushes in half a digit, followed with short but rhythmic pumps. your cunt squelches and squeezes around him, allowing sweet honeyed moans to fall upon your lips.

“y’feel so good, feels so good doll. can’t believe y-you’ve been hidin’ this from me.” he groans.

“you’re so evil baby .”

“ff-feels s’good too, hnn—“

he curls his finger, purposely nudging against your spongy walls. you squeak, pressing against his wrists to rid his movements on your sensitive pussy.

“n-not there !”

“be still baby. let me have this, ‘s my first time too, okay?”

“w-wait—“

he kisses you again, silencing your whines. he gains speed in his movements , his free hand coming down to relief some tension for his own cock, which had been painfully strained against his boxers.

he’s sure you see him do the filthy act when your face flushes , eyes unable to meet his own as you can’t help but stare, trying your best to look away.

“y’r still so shy when my finger’s inside this pussy?”

“d-don’t say that !”

you whine. your back arches when he slips another finger in besides his first , the girth and length of both digits filling you like no other could. you’d imagine what his cock would feel like in comparison to this, but you can’t.

“d-dizzy, suguru— ‘m gonna cum, i— can’t !”

“cum doll, please, cum f’me, need it so bad..” he whines, feverently jerking at his cock as his eyes zero in on your lewd expression.

he pants with relief when he feels your cunt convulse around his slim digits, a sticky, creamy essence that coats his fingers. he pulls himself away from the mess, smearing a bit on the soft of your thigh before pressing a unmatched kiss onto your lips.

your mess coats the fat folds of your cunt, sweet pearly clit puffy and swollen, just oh, so desperate to be loved. he can tell. he leans down in between your legs before you take notice, pressing a harsh kiss against your slippery bud. one hard enough that you’re unable to push his head away with all your might, forced to lay still below him as he gently suckles on your clit and sneakily licks at your creamy mess.

he raises his head with a proud snarky grin, only to be met with a flick on the forehead and a light scolding.

he sighs, squirming uncomfortably at the noted mess in his boxers. not a word is exchanged between the two of you, only light pants that reverberate around the small of his dorm room.

“w-wanna go further ?”

[urprettylildoe]

Maybe Aphrodite!reader × god of war (I don't remember his name), who can only be calmed by his wife?

SWEET RUIN

disclaimer: since i'm not an expert on greek mythology, i've chosen to depict Ares as a human here, a more creative reimagining if you will since i don't want to get anything wrong. this is just my interpretation, not an accurate retelling so i hope it doesn't come off as such. what do you guys think?

"my darling," you draw out your syllables as your arms slither around his wide torso just barely embracing him fully.

the muscles under your hands tense before relaxing, it's just you. his safe haven, his everything, his world — a precious jewel he battled thousands to keep in his cocoon of safety. he vowed to not stop at any length have you, and here he is, true to his promise.

a smile graces your lips againt his back, "is someting the matter?" of course, you knew your husband's temper, like a whistling kettle it was when his eyes would turn animalistic under his dark hair that he couldn't seem to get out of his face for the life of him.

a sigh, "it's just —" he turns around, feeling bashful under your soft gaze, shunning himself for even daring to acting like a savage when you were...well, you. the sweetest thing he's ever had the pleasure of calling his. "you know how i am, sweetheart. i can't help myself."

"shhh," you smile, smudging the blood on his cheek with your thumb, disregarding the mark of brutality as it was never there, "i know, ares. i know."

throwing his head back, he relishes in the feel of your nails raking through his unruly locks, nails scraping the skin of his scalp and he swears this is the closet to heaven he's ever been.

how could a barbarian (to put it lightly) and a pretty flower like you ever make it work? he found himself tossing and turn against your warm limbs wrapped around his waist, horrified at the scenario of crushing such a youthful and innocent thing under his foot.

he whispers, eyes searching yours, desperate to find an ounce of fear or repulsion so he would have an excuse to set you free, even though that went against everything his heart beat for. "how could you be so understanding?"

your lips quirk up into something much more teasing. "because i love you, ares." your arms move up to loop around his neck, letting yourself hang off of him. "so, so much."

he finds himself ridden with the infectious joy in the way you carry yourself, and with his forehead bumping against yours, he doesn't fail his life purpose of reminding you just how much you mean to him.

"and i love you," he's vunerable; something a man known for killing monarchs with his bare hands, "everything that i am, everything that i have, it's yours."

you don't know how but you soon find your back sinking into the plush duvet of your large bed you've spent countless of nights hearing the same vows, just in different words.

"yours to love, yours to take, yours to destruct," his palms cradle you like glass that could shatter with just a flick of his fingers. "i'd die a thousand times over if it meant i'd perish by your warm hands, i'd carve my heart out of my chest if you asked, i'd let you poison me with your sweet tongue, and i'd still thank you like a man starved."

the words feel too grotesque for your liking, like a promise to unravel at your feet, "ares —"

"you have to let me finish, darling." his lashes flutter, the sight of your lips parting silently pure ecstasy running through his veins, "you have to let me tell you about that i'd gladly let you be the cause of my undoing, because you are. look — just look at what you've done to me."

and it's true.

the trinkets he brings home and into your lap, the gentle tone of his voice, the way his gaze softens. they all reiterate the same point: you've turned him into a puppet dancing to your tune, all willingly.

"oh, ares." you breathe out, cupping his cheeks and dragging him closer, "it's so cruel of you to just proclaim your love to me and expect me to not want to kiss you."

his pupils dilate at your words, calloused palms curling into your hips with pure need, yet another taint of your undying love.

"so how about you do that..." a finger trails down his chest, knowing the effect of your siren's song on his brain chemistry, a soothing balm to his temper. "...and maybe i'll help you with the rest?"

a groan leaves his lips. why would he deny you anything, anything at all, when all he's ever wanted is presented to him in soft, tantalising silk?

even the most genius of men would be fools not to devour you whole.

[siren-serenity]

i just wanna kiss you

characters: roronoa zoro, gn!reader (nami, luffy, usopp, sanji included!!! straw hat crew for life!! :D) warnings: fluff, takes place in east blue arc, drunk kiss (consensual) a/n: - feedback is appreciated!

"Y/N!"

You heard your name being yelled out in a drunken slur. Popping your head out the window, you watched with amusement as Nami attempted to drag a stumbling Usopp and Zoro back onto the Going Merry. Usopp's limbs were tripping over one another while Zoro kept attempting to get out of her iron grip.

"Gonna help me or what?" Nami raised an eyebrow upon noticing you. You shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"I don't know, looks like you got everything under control."

"Y/NNNNN!" Luffy giggled, stretching his arms inhumanly long and then rocketed himself into your open arms. You let out a grunt, stumbling backward as your arms wrapped around Luffy's body. His body was strangely smooth, not that you expected less given that your captain was a literally a rubber man. He broke you out of your rambling thoughts by rubbing his cheek against yours. "Zoro and Usopp are superrrrr drunk!"

"Am not!" Usopp interjected before tripping over his feet and falling flat on his face. He let out a painful groan, causing Luffy to leap off you and help him up. "Shishishi, yes you are!"

"Y/N," A low murmur of your name made you spin around. Low and behold, Zoro stood before you, a deep, dark red blush on his tanned cheeks. His arms stretched forward and you obliged, tugging him into a hug. His well-built chest collided with yours and he placed his head in the crook of your collarbone, breathing slowly. Your vision was covered by his bright green hair, spiky up in a messy fashion.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Hey, love. Drank a bit too much?"

"Mmph," He grunted, protesting against your words. "It's nothing. Like usual. The usual amount."

Nami scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Usual? If I recall correctly, you challenged Usopp to a drinking competition."

"Yeah, and I won," To spite her even further, Zoro gave her a glare before it was covered up by his yawn. "Beat that, Usopp."

"Usopp can't even say a single word, you stupid moss head," Sanji rolled his eyes, a hand helping Usopp up before slinging it over his shoulders. With a wave to everyone else and a 'Goodnight, especially to you, my dear Nami!', Sanji disappeared around the corner of the Going Merry with a stumbling Usopp in tow.

Luffy laughed, waving enthusiastically.

"It's bedtime! Night, everyone!!" He grinned, skipping away. Nami followed him, sighing heavily and murmuring 'At least they're all in one piece and alive...'

Zoro's chilly hands dragged themselves up and down your bare side leisurely. It left frigid trails in its wake and you shivered.

"Love, you're freezing!" You frowned, placing a hand on his cheeks. Zoro's eyes were half-lidded and he only sleepily nuzzled himself into your hand. "Let's go in."

"No."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared him down. "You're freezing, and you don't want to go in."

"No..." He grumbled, pulling back to stare you in the eye. "I just want..."

"Want what?"

A rare blush crawled onto his face. You let out a tiny chuckle, enjoying moments like this when Zoro was emotionally vunerable.

His hands trailed to your back and secured themselves there, barely brushing the waistband of your shorts. His fingers were cold, frigid to the touch yet they left a blaze of heat against your skin.

"Mhmm...I just want to..." Zoro's eyes were half-lidded but clouded over with a haze of love. Despite the cool ocean breeze, a blush burned onto your cheeks. "May I kiss you?"

Your hand cradled his chin, brushing a thumb against his lower lip. He swallowed audibly. "You never need to ask, my love."

"The idiot cook told me consent was important," He shrugged and before a second had passed, he tugged you closer, smashing your lips together. Your hands hung loosely around his neck and your steps shuffled backward before your back bumped against the railings of the Going Merry. Zoro braced his hands on your hips, gripping them to the point that you know that bruises would form tomorrow.

(He would smile the next morning, laying on his back lazily but with a satisfied grin on his face as he admired the numerous bruises left on your body. Bruises that complimented and matched the ones you left on him. He was yours and you were his.)

"Zoro..." You breathed out breathlessly when he pulled back for oxygen. He panted, heaving his chest up and down. You resisted the urge to run your hands all over his muscular chest and those pecs..."That was-"

Zoro licked his lips, grinning.

"Want more?"

You tugged his open collar and jerked him closer to you. With centimeters just between your lips, you smirked. The swordsman's smile slowly crept into a more mischevious one, matching yours.

"Hell yeah."

[marshmellowfluff221]

May I request Levi with a younger cadet where he thinks he’s too old for her but she likes that a lot? Love your fics!

A/N: Of C O U R S E! This is so cute :) I'm glad you like them!!

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It took a long, long time. Levi was stubborn and so were you. It started when you transfered over to help him after finding out Eren was a titan. Your job was mostly to survey the kid but you had a second job in studying the way titans are. You were young, but brilliant and that's why you had the title you did. Not as young as the kids you helped, but younger than Levi, enough for him to judge your ways. He likes old school, you like to change his ways.

Of course you and Hange immediately clicked. Sharing notes and research papers, it was a full on party every time you two were alone together. Levi broke that party up every time, complaining that you two should be working and not gossiping. It was the day Hange asked if he was jealous and the blush crept onto his cheeks that you fell for him. He always had a stern attitude but in that moment you saw how kind he was, how vunerable he could be.

So, you began to hang around him more. Eventually, you confessed. He stared at you for a solid minute and each second that passed you wondered if you had broken him. Eventually he gave the excuse that you were too young and needed to grow up. He flicked your forehead on the way out. But that didn't really stop you. You didn't bug him about it and he didn't seem to mind when you hung around him. The two of you became close. The crush you had on him didn't make it awkward and about a month into your friendship you had even made him laugh.

Levi found you attractive the second you appeared at the training camps. He found you even more attractive when he noticed how passionate you were about your work. But he couldn't bring himself to confess to you or do anything about it. Afterall, he figured you wouldn't like someone as old as him. However, when you confessed he had been so shocked he gave out his excuse. He knew it would be a problem in the future, the age gap. Levi beat himself up for it when he made it back to his room.

Regardless of the long time it took, the two of you ended up dating. It happened after he flat out kissed you in the middle of the woods on a mission. A month into dating, Levi's fears began to come true.

Your friend, Gerald, had been sent to accompany your studies. He had grew up with you and was your age. That's exactly what Levi feared. He watched from afar as the two of you laughed together and worked together. A week of it was torture already.

"So, Y/n." Gerald leaned forward, you looked up from the sketch of the titan you were drawing. A label sat on each of the important parts of the anatomy of the titan. "Do you think we should go out into the woods? Maybe look at the wildlife and how they react when Eren transforms?"

"Hm." You hummed, tapping your pencil on your cheek. "That might be a good idea. I should ask Levi if Eren is available this afternoon." You smiled at him, getting up from your seat and tapping him on the shoulder as you stepped over to the table that Levi was working on.

"Hey-"

"What do you want." Levi's voice was cold, emotionless. You furrowed your brows, taken back by his tone.

"Are you okay?" You asked, worried something might have happened.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Levi sighed. This wasn't like him. He was never this snappy towards you of all people. You shook your head and grabbed his arm tightly. He looked up at you, an emotionless expression.

"Outside. Now." You yanked on his arm and began walking outside, Levi following. Once out of the room you let go of his arm, turning on your heel to face him. "What is wrong with you? Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Nothing is wrong. This is how I always talk." Levi shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "If you have a problem why don't you ask Gerald."

The moment he said his name the gears began turning in your mind. "Are you jealous?" You blurted out the conclusion you came to. He had to be.

He was. His silence said it all.

"Levi...I'm dating you, and Gerald is just a work buddy."

"Yeah but he's your age." Levi muttered lowly. You almost laughed, but held it in once you realized he was serious.

"Wait- you think I want to date Gerald just because he's my age?" You asked. "Levi. I'm dating you. I know we have a gap in our age but that doesn't make me love you any less."

Levi looked up at you at your words. His eyes a little wider than before. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but no words came out.

"What?" You grew confused at his reaction.

"You said you love me?" He asked. There it was, his vunerable side that you fell in love with. You nodded slowly. He smiled that small smile of his. "I do too. I'm sorry about earlier, I just figured if I was rude you'd be okay with leaving me for him."

You smiled back shaking your head at him.

"Oh, and Eren is free, go ahead." Levi said, pushing himself off the wall.

"How'd you know? Were you ease dropping?"

"No, you just talk loud."

He was definitely ease dropping.

[kiomaru-san]

Victor and Wade has been married since three years now, so much drama happened between them but most of it can get handled easily

Like whenever Wade is sulking because Victor always so obsessed with Logan and talking about Logan everytime he had a chance

It's making Wade jealous and want to sulk from Victor forever but since Victor already knew how to handle with all the sulking, it's too hard to keep sulking from Victor

Victor might just pulled Wade into his lap, kiss his neck and just whispering sweet words in his ear. That fucking perv always putting that large and rough hand on his precious thighs.

Hell, he actually uncomfortable about it, of course. But that doesn't stop Wade from enjoying it.

While Victor's problem is about high jealousy issues, I mean- yeah, Wade does have jealousy issues sometimes but Victor is a lot worse than Wade,

He always on high alert whenever someone looking at Wade, like- even people who looking at him normally

he suddenly stiffened and wrapping his arms around Wade's waist, holding him tightly in his arm.

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In the morning, inside their apartment...

"Hubby, where's my favorite mug? I swear I saw it around the kitchen"

Wade called out for Victor, and saw his beloved husband is using a mug that written "I'm having sexy time with my husband, but without the y"

Wade sighs and lean against the wall behind him

"Hubby, what do I say about using my favorite mug?" Wade ask in a sigh,

"What? I can't use my husband's mug now? Anyway, why did you so possessive about this mug anyway? It ain't so special about it."

Said Victor who continue to sip on the coffee

"Well, Genius! The money to pay that mug is your money, and as a great husband of yours, I'm categorize the mug as my favorite mug, get it?"

Wade push himself off the wall, with that stupid smirk of his.

Victor let out a scoff, and continue to sip at the coffee

"whatever you said, dumbass" he grumbled under his breathe.

Wade shrugged and goes to take a shower,

"alright then" he said and goes to the shower.

After finishing the coffee, Victor goes off to wash the mug and follow Wade into the bathroom too.

Inside the bathroom,Wade is just enjoying his peaceful time inside the bubble bath, reading a novel and eating a bowl of cherries, until he saw Victor coming in without knocking first.

"what the fuck- Oi! who says you can enter inside here without any of my permission or knocking first?"

Wade scolds Victor, as he try his best to hide his naked body from Victor, Victor just scoff and walk closer toward Wade

"what? I can't checking out my own husband if he's okay now? what if you're drowned,hmm?"

Victor chuckled, his eyes taking over the sight after him.

"you're being dramatic now. That would've never happened, and second of all I had healing factor,even if I died I still can regenerate. So if you don't mind,please be respectful and get out of here,shoo shoo~"

Wade playfully shoo-ing Victor off,still trying to hide his cute body from the animalistic pervert.

With a grunt,Victor keep getting closer to Wade,making Wade feel so small,vunerable...especially submussive.

"Whoa there, don't be too horny now,okay-"

Wade forces a chuckles,trying so hard to hide the nervousness inside his voice,

he does see Victor's rough,animalistic and, dominant side before, he always is, but right now it's different,the air seem to tense up every second Victor walk to him.

Once Victor already so close at Wade's tub, Wade surprised and try to shield himself with his hands.

"Oh gosh, please don't hurt me,daddy~! I mean, I don't mind if you wanna touch me that bad,heh~ oof-!"

Wade get grabbed by the arm and pulled close against Victor

"naughty boy...you don't know what did you do to me anytime you exposing that tiny body of yours..."

Victor whispered inside Wade's ear, making the smaller man shivered,

"oh,fuck yes, this felt like the scenarios that c.ai always use whenever the bot was horny as fuck,it's actually kinda hot when it's in reality"

Wade mumbles all to himself

you guys know why I made Wade playing c.ai

shush,creator! you mess this moment with me and my husband here! and now you're just disturbing the reader's reading time,right gang?

oh shut it,DP,if not because I can't sleep in 4 AM you and your husband sweet moment will never be exist. Anyway! back to reading guys ^^

"What the fuck just happened?" Victor blink in confusion

"Nothing, hun, just kiss me already~" Wade smiles

Victor shrugged and do as he said, he pulled Wade into a passionate,sloppy and messy kiss,Wade try to kiss him back with equal passion but look like Victor more eager than he think he will.

Because of Wade's wet body,Victor's shirt became wet but he's too careless about it, sooooo...

Victor removed his shirt and pants,exposing his impressive length to Wade, Wade will do anything to suck or taking that dick inisde him,literally anything

whe Victor put Wade inside the tub again,Victor keep teasing the poor man by giving his dick a gentle rub. Wade squirm and whimper under Victors touch,making Victor laugh gruffly and kissing on his neck

"Who's my good boy..?" Victor ask in a low voice,with a moan by the squeeze of warm hands wrapped around his dick, "m-me.." Wade gasp with another squeeze that Victor just give

GOTTA CONTINUE THIS GANG!! wait until i drop it inside AO3!!

[unnamedpheonix]

Mark breakdown scene alone:

Marks hand trembled as he splashed

His ey hises face with water. His eyes scanned, glazing over the smiling faces of his friends.

Your usually the strong one! Get your damned act together!

His knuckes tightened as he turned towards the door. Mark stepped out into the cold, the wind tugging at his shirt sleeves. He sat on the steps just out the door, his hands interlocked at his knees. Then came the tears. At first one, then many, a flow of unspoken emotions and hidden guilt, all falling out onto the pavement. Slowly, carefully, he finally let his guard drop. His shoulders dropped heavily and his head fell fast into his hands. His breathing became heavy and rapid, small breaths between what to him, felt like a river of tears. He was a mess. There was no way anyone could ever see him like this. ...as the minutes passed, his breathing became consistant once more and his his heart finally slowed.

He stood up, brushihg off his pants and straightening his shirt. He dried his eyes with his hands and smiled, fooling himself into hapiness. With a supressed sigh, he opened the door once more.

Finally got a scene where Marks the vunerable one albeit on his own. Hope you enjoy!

[lillyontheborder]

"Even You... Even Me."

Niragi x OC (Lilly)?

// This is a writing I did because I have Lilly in a love triangle with Chishiya and Niragi (in my own headcanons, I know that rp is different) and so I was feeling kind of sad and wanted to turn that into something.

// This is kind of vunerable for me, but also deals with the issue of bullying. So if you decide to read it, just know it does talk about bullying.

// I was up so late writing this man... I suffered... I wanted to get the idea out before I lost it

Lilly sat next to Niragi on the rooftop. They sat in silence as Niragi messed with his gun. He sighed and didn't acknowledge her. He was really scary when they first met, but as she got to know him, she realized and learned a lot about him. Of course she didn't agree with his actions or how he treated people, but he's been through a lot.

It wasn't pity... it was understanding.

He still scared her of course, but she felt differently about him now.

"I..." she began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. She struggled to get it out, what she was going to say.

"What?" Niragi snapped, not bothering to look at the girl beside him.

"You know... I was bullied too." She whispered softly. She was treading carefully, but she felt like she needed to tell him this.

"Huh?" He questioned, immediately stopping what he was doing and looking at her in annoyance. "What are you talking about?" He said. His eyes flickered back and forth on her form, studying her expression and posture. "What is this? Huh? Are you trying to pity me? If so, then you can fuck off." He said before continuing to mess with the killing machine in his hands. He was clearly annoyed and slightly ticked off, but he didn't hit her, threaten her, or yell at her. Instead, he just continued what he was doing.

That made it obvious. He tolerated her.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"So what was it?" He asked, focusing on the task at hand.

"What? What was what?" She said, looking at him. The wind made her cold, especially in a bathing suit. It was colder at night, and being on the roof of a building didn't help. She felt goosbumps rise on her arms. She rubbed her arms to keep herself warm.

"What was the reason?" He said. He looked at her again, flickering his eyes like before. He smirked and let out a quick, short, laugh. "Your personality? The yelling? You're pretty annoying." He said, leaning closer to her to make it clear and obvious.

She looked away, but this time, he didn't. He watched her, waiting for a response.

"Yeah. A bit. It was mostly my appearance. I was filmed and had photos taken of me. Asked out as a joke. Glaring from grown adults while I was in high school, people laughed. I grew up in a small town. It wasn't nearly as bad as I'm making it sound but... it hurt. I fell into a deep depression. I hated myself." She paused and looked at him, smiling, as if mocking herself. "Still working on that part." He didn't say anything. He just stared.

"You know..." she started. She felt a lump in her throat, like she was going to cry. But she wouldn't... that was stupid. "I know I always joke about being hot and shit. All that over-femininity and dancing and singing and shit... it's to make myself feel better. I'm not that narcissistic. I promise." Her voice was weak by the end. "I don't even like myself that much." She paused again and looked down at all the people taking a nightly dip in the pool. "I... I wonder if coming to the borderlands was a good thing. Everyone is so focused on staying alive they don't have time to mock others. To make fun of me." She looked at him again, her eyes widening a little in playfulness. "Except you. You do that plenty." He just stared silently, not responding. He then scoffed, a short, brief laugh coming out of his mouth as he looked away.

"Tsk." he paused, staring at the gun in his hands. He hated this conversation. Why didn't he kill her already? For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to, and he hated it. Was it because she was the only one who wasn't yelling at him? Telling him he was a monster for killing people, or barking orders at him? He hadn't had a conversation that WASN'T about death and the borderlands in a while. It was oddly... calming. God he hated this.

"Everyone has pathetic lives." He stated, looking out at the people below. "Even you." He said, looking at Lilly. He stayed quiet for a moment before adding, "Even me." He paused. "It's all so fucking stupid. All this shit. All people care about is themselves." Why was he having this conversation? He wished he could shut himself up. But some small part about him... didn't want to stop.

"Yeah." Lilly laughed weakly. "We all suck... don't we?" She whispered sadly. "Even you..." She said looking at him with a weak expression. Whatever that meant. They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence. Lilly hated eye contact, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from the threatening man. "Even me." She whispered. They didn't break eye contact.

They didn't have to be friends.

They didn't have to be lovers.

They didn't have to be enemies.

But they tolerated each other.

And that was okay.

[silvervinewine]

AT EASE SOLIDER, WAR HAS ENDED, YOU CAN FINALLY REST (W/ CHILDE, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE)

CHILDE

every seasoned solider has time to rest, after all battles only ever wear down your body. rest is time to heal, it is essential for any warrior. TARTAGLIA knows it is a human need, even if the bloodthirsty voice inside him demands for more. the voice is unwavering in its demand, growing resentful and spiteful when deadlines aren't met.

like any other human, CHILDE soon finds himself tired. he has finally succombed to the weariness of his body, letting himself go. the voice wants more, his body still pumped full of adrenaline wanting more fight. he stumbles across the fatui's medical ward, the tear that the foul legacy transformation does on his body is unmeasurable but he always manages to come out even stronger. that is who he is, that is what makes him a formidable foe. although he does always heal, the period of rest is unbearable. limping across the cold hallways, he clutches his arm sling close to his body, pressing himself to a wall as he gets a glimpse of you.

you are terrifying, a horror that can only match the tsaritsa herself, always making sure he stays in bed, taking extreme measures to do so. just as he think he's safe sighing, he turns to walk some more only to find you, arms crossed with a stern expression. he has been caught.

he is pulled to his room and snuggled up with blankets, he is acclimated to the cold of his homeland, a measly medical ward wouldn't freeze him to death, but you relent. you sit in a stool next to him, holding his hand. your reading a book, your voice resonating through the room. his thoughts calm as the only thing he could think about is you. the voice is long gone and he finally has time to rest.

XIAO

adeptus do not find any need to sleep, was a statement you were becoming far too familiar with. being an adeptus, XIAO absolutely refused any sleep, deeming it completely useless for him. yet whenever he comes back home feet trailing the ground and eyes half lidded begging to rest, you wished he went easier on himself.

could he spare some time for rest? time for peace.

the soft night breeze coming from an open window, as he came limping to the bed, sitting on the edge inches away from you while you were deep into slumber. he looks at your face, devoid of any emotions.

and for a brief second he lets his thoughts wonder, a sweet temptation of joining you. but alas, it is only a temptation, a thought he could only dream of.

he secures his polearm tightly, at once sitting up from the bed you were sleeping in. the bed creaks, as he find you wide awake. your eyes soften, gaze on him, only him. rubbing your forehead as you look at him, clearly drowsy, XIAO knows he has made a mistake. you take his hand into your own, eyes meet and at once he lets his guard down. there are still dangers out there, demons to be defeated. yet like always, his mind gives up.

he finds himself your arms, his forehead touching yours, at he is reminded of his past guilts. only when most vunerable, do dark thoughts seep into his mind. a weight on his shoulders always present, even when he tries to run. you kiss him, seemingly able to notice his exasperation. his expression turning into one of calm as his eyes close shut.

he will try to rest for once, if that means you will be able to be safe.

SCARAMOUCHE

SCARAMOUCHE is a mechanical puppet. he does not sleep, it is not within his biology to do so. though, you do sleep, you need sleep to be well. this is one of the many differences between you two.

you are rather nice to others, you connect with people with time. he constantly mistreats those he deems lower to him, he is tolerated by others. you are rather irresponsible with certain tasks, even if you have the capacity to finish them. he completes everything with a robotic precision.

you are the most annoying person he's ever met, but he can't help to be drawn to you. after all, you are the only person who's always come back to him. three betrayals he's suffered, every moment with you expecting one more being added to the list. yet in all your time together, you've never let him down, majorly that is. all minor disappointments are forgiven, though.

you've been a listening ear, guarding all his inner most feelings. you've given him advice, you've given him a home. you're his home, you're his constant, you're someone he can... tolerate. everything he does with you is a bother, that should just be done accordingly. yet never refused... he furrows his brows, annoyed at your silly proposal to take a break, go out somewhere and escape from the many labours of work. even if that dream destination is an isolated fatui camp.

he is trying, okay? he should get an award at the effort he's taking, after all he really does not find the purpose of rest in the first.

the day slipped through his fingers, as time always did when he was with you. laying on your lap was only for special ocassions, and today was one. your hand scratching his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, the warmth of your body pressed into him gave him a sense of calm. you handled him with delicate touch, as if he were a fine porcelain doll, afraid he might shatter with enough pressure.

he did not have the guts to tell you he quite appreciated your efforts, going as far as declaring he liked you. he thought of speaking, but words failed, besides he was SCARAMOUCHE the balladeer, an untouchable pillar of pride. he had appearances to keep up with, but if the stars aligned, maybe just maybe he would have a sliver of chance that you also felt as warm as he felt with you. you were his home and his constant, you were far too precious to lose.

(A/N: yes scara's part is longer, its my first time writing for him, couldn't hold back)

[leporinelou]

stargazer.

it’s cold out. billy’s hands shake as he brings the lighter up. the flame sparks color into the night.

steve’s eyes meet his.

billy’s hands shake.

he tells himself it’s still from the cold.

tells himself it has nothing to do with steve. nothing to do with the way steve wraps a hand around his wrist. brings the lighter closer.

the moments broken when steve lets go. closes his eyes. takes a drag of his cigarette.

billy fumbles to light his own.

“pretty.” steve breathes out. “don’tcha think?”

billy’s eyes flick up. he sees steve’s head tipped back. profile illuminated by the moonlight.

“the stars.” steve lets smoke pour out of his nose. “the stars are pretty.”

“yeah.” billy stares at steve. “real pretty.”

“don’t know the names though.” steve frowns as he looks up. “never learnt.”

“i do.” billy feels warm as steve’s gaze settles on him again. “i did.”

“tell me about them?”

billy lets his eyes drop to the space between them. something to focus on. “you want me to read your palm too, stevie?” he grins. teasing. “tell you your future?”

a shoulder knocks against his. “asshole.” steve says. voice too gentle. too fond. “just-” steve sighs in a way billy thinks he’ll remember forever. “tell me about them. please.”

billy tips his head back “yeah.” looks at the inky black sky above them. “yeah. okay.”

and he does. tell steve about the stars. and steve listens. listens like no one ever has before. like billy’s talking about something important.

like billy’s something important.

“you know” billy says. all casual. as if he doesn’t feel as scattered as the stars themselves. “there’s twice as many in california.”

billy watches the crease between steve’s eyebrows deepen. watches his mouth twist. confused.

“bullshit.” steve says. with a smile on his face.

“not bullshit.” billy taps a finger. ashes his cigarette. watches the cherry glow red. “if you go to the beach. to the sea.” he lets his eyes slip shut. “you just gotta look up. ‘n then down.”

steve hums. thoughtful. billy wonders what that means. what steve’s thinking. he opens his eyes again. looks up. to the one set of stars hanging over them.

“i think.” steve says. slowly. carefully. almost as if he’s afraid of his own words. “that there’d be three times as many.”

billy knocks his shoe against steve’s. “how’d you figure?”

their eyes meet. again. “you’d be there.” steve lifts a hand. taps billy’s nose. gently. brushes a knuckle over his cheeks. “with these.”

billy freezes. stares back at steve. eyes too big. too wide. vunerable.

“with-”

“with your freckles, stargazer.” billy feels his cheeks warm at the name. feels himself tremble. “three times as many stars.” steve counts on his fingers “sky, sea, billy.”

he says billy’s name like something meaningful. like it’s a confession.

billy stays quiet. doesn’t know how to respond. steve’s expression falls slightly. smile turning into something smaller. he goes to pull his hand back.

billy panics. grabs at his sleeve.

steve looks nervous. billy doesn’t like that. he wants to reassure him. wants to tell him.

can’t tell him.

has to tell him-

“four times as many.”

“four- what?”

“four times as many.” billy puts his cigarette out. holds steve’s wrist with his other hand. pulls the sleeve back. traces a finger over warm skin. “with these. four times as many.”

steve’s smile comes back. lights up his whole face. billy feels his chest tighten. he watches steve’s gaze fall to his lips.

“sky, sea, billy, steve.” steve says. whispers. loud enough for only the two of them to hear. the two of them and the stars. “i like that.”

and billy closes the gap. tightens his grip on steve’s arm as cold lips press against his. steve cups billy’s face. hands gentle. as if he’s something fragile.

maybe steve’s right. maybe he is.

maybe that’s okay. for tonight.

billy breaks the kiss. presses his forehead to steve’s. feels warm breath ghost over his lips. steve laughs. laces their fingers together.

“i like you, stargazer.” billy counts the moles on steve’s neck as he talks. “i like you a lot.”

[shotorozu]

hello! i hope you're doing well~

can i request headcanons (or with scenario if you'd like) where bakugo's s/o falls asleep on him while crying 🥺 and if it's okay with you, can s/o have the emotion deprivation quirk because i really loved those hcs you made before :)))

i really really love your blog btw. your writing is always sweet and fun to read ❤

passing out after crying on them

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, emotion deprivation quirk— the more you suppress your emotions, the more power you get.

headcanons : hurt and comfort, but mostly comfort.

note(s) : thank you for the love anon :)) i also added shinsou because i thought this concept fitted well with him too :))

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bakugou katsuki

you were really unreadable— you’d understand that because of the nature of your quirk. however, being with katsuki gave him the ability to read you and your mannerisms

if your nails dug into your palms, that probably meant that your day was shit, if you kept looking at your nails, it means you’re trying not to cry, and running your hands across the surface meant that you were happy.

and unfortunately, he caught the sight of you digging your nails into your hands, not enough to actually do any harm but.. enough to keep you ‘focused’

he wants you to be comfortable enough to go to him with your problems, but then again— it was always something you struggled with, so he wasn’t expecting it

so now you’re alone with him, walking along the corridors of the dorms— and none of you guys are saying much.

“get in here,” he says, grabbing your wrist as he yanks you into his room, immediately setting you down on his bed.

“i don’t know what happened with you, but i don’t fuckin like seeing it.” he sets your head on the soft pillows, an arm bringing you close in positions

“nothing really happened,”

“yeah? then why the hell were you doing that then?” his words sound rather harsh, but he’s not raising his voice at you “you know what i mean.”

“i’m sorry, it’s just.. exhausting. having to suppress my emotions for long periods of time. i don’t know what to do because i’ll..”

and that’s when you start crying, which was probably the last thing on your check list— you’re getting his pillows wet, he’s not saying anything, you can feel yourself getting weaker

all of the doubts in your head run wild, and bakugou only shoves your head onto his chest “idiot, stop it with the apologies already. just let go.”

and you do exactly that. you heave into his chest, bawling like it’s been forever since you’ve done so. you’re getting his shirt wet, but katsuki couldn’t seem to care— he’s just glad that his hands are emitting enough heat

your ragged breathing eventually blended into soft breathing— you don’t seem to be shaking in tremors anymore, and he’s glad

he takes a look at your face. you’re out like a baby, cheeks still damp and your eyelashes were wet with tears.

“idiot Y/N,” he mutters to himself, wiping your damp face with his thumb, “you’re out like a baby. you’re not gonna hear this but next time, don’t be so stiff with coming forward to me for help.”

“i’m the last person that’s gonna judge you, i do love you after all. it might not seem like it but i really really really do.” he presses a kiss against the back of your ear.

he’s going to try to not wake you up, as he gets up from the bed— sprinting downstairs to prepare some water that he’s gonna force you to drink down later

when you wake up, you bet he’s making you put a cool towel on your eyes, reducing the puffiness as he has you on his lap.

shinsou hitoshi

can also tell if you had a good or bad day, and he really hates seeing you so.. miserable.

he can tell that you have so many thoughts in that head of yours, because of that powerful quirk. those were one of the few times he wished he had aizawa’s quirk.

he frowns when he sees you suffer in absolute silence, even though you’re wearing the most neutral face he has ever seen, he can quite literally see it— because you’re fidgetting with your hands on your lap.

unlike bakugou, the first thing he’ll talk to you about is how you’re feeling— the moment you guys are alone.

don’t try to deny it, because he knows already— this is just him giving you a heads up, just letting you know that he’s about to coddle you.

actions speak louder than words in moments like this, he has you pressed against him on the bed— allowing your arms to wrap around his torso like lifeline

“you don’t have to say anything right now, Y/N.” he reassures you, “let it happen.”

as if it was on command, your eyes water— and you shove your head onto his shoulder, finally breaking the barriers you were desperately trying to keep up.

you’re vunerable, a mess, and hitoshi allows you to cry like there’s no tomorrow— only resting his hand on your back, rubbing soft circles there

when you start shaking, hiccups escaping your lips— he panics for a moment, because you’re on the cusp of going into a panic attack

but that’s also when his baritone voice starts giving out soft instructions on stabilizing your breathing pattern. his quirk would always be the very last option.

and when the storm has finally calmed, your eyes flutter— a sudden wave of sleepiness washing over you, and you just allow yourself to fall asleep in his hold

he sighs in relief, and he doesn’t care that his sweater suddenly became soaked with your tears, it allow him to carry some of your burden— he’s just holding you with all of his attention.

his violet irises soften in adoration, and he’s kissing your tears off your cheeks, moving anything out of your face.

hitoshi being hitoshi wouldn’t be able to sleep, but he’ll spend a good moment thinking about what he’ll talk about with you the moment you wake up, and he’ll pask you about your issue, and how he can help.

but for now, he’s just thankful that you have so much trust him— to the point you’re okay with being vunerable around him, and he’s just so proud of you.

“sleep well, kitten. i love you a lot, please remember that.”

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[imagineimpact]

Hello!! I fell in love with your latest Albedo one shot because man, relate😭🤚 Anyways if you are still taking reqs, can I ask for a s/o who supresses their anger? Like, it was put into their mind that anger and also sadness is vunerability they can't show. Pick anyone you want to pair up with them and yeah go wild ig lol

Btw, stay safe and hydrate❤

Perhaps I went a bit off the prompt with this one (my mind went to angst and I ran with it), but alas~

Enjoy!

Stop Hiding

Kaeya x G/N reader

“You don’t mind, do you, love?” Kaeya tapped his fingers on the kitchen counter, leaning across to you.

You stiffen at his words and press your lips into a fine line.

“No. Go ahead.” Your voice is flat.

But Kaeya has heard the words he wants to hear, and so what can you really say when he smiles at you, pushes himself off the counter and mutters a vague ‘I knew you would understand’?

When he comes around the counter to bid you a farewell for the day, his arm wraps around your waist and you feel yourself tense under his touch. He’s quick to notice.

“Are you alright?”

“Perfectly.” You give him a stiff smile. His eyes narrow.

“… right. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He kisses you on the cheek, a gesture you practically ignore.

He wanders out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the cold of the destitute house.

Kaeya would be working late, so as he says. Why he was lying to you, you weren’t certain.

It’s was the cycle for the past few weeks; He would tell you that he had to work late, and you would stop by the Favonius headquarters to talk to Lisa only to hear about how Kaeya left hours ago.

It was infuriating.

But even as his footsteps trailed away from the house and toward wherever he was going, you kept that stiff smile on your face, the reflection of your pain in the glass cutting into your own self. You drop it. After all, why bother feeling something so horrible?

You have things to get done anyway; It’s not worth your time.

—

That evening, you find yourself wandering the streets of Mondstadt to take your mind off of the thoughts you were having. Unusual for you, you wander towards the seemingly single source of life in this entire city.

The Angel’s Share is brimming with energy and full of lively individuals this evening, as with every other. Diluc stands behind the bar quietly rinsing out a glass and absentmindedly working.

He glances up at you. “Oh, y/n, good to see you.” He gives you a polite smile, eyes returning to the glass. “Can I get you anything?”

“Oh, uh, maybe just some grape juice today. I’m not really feeling great.”

“Hmm. Alright.” His eyes seem to assess you for a moment, then he swiftly spins around to make your drink.

“Unusual for you to be here. If you’re looking for Kaeya, he’s upstairs.”

Your entire body tenses, and you feel yourself shutting down. “Kaeya’s here?”

Diluc looks over at you, actions in pause. “Is that not why you’re here?”

“You’re not kidding, are you?” The question was more like a resignment. Diluc could tell.

He slides the juice over to you. “You didn’t know that Kaeya was-“

“No, I didn’t. It’s fine.” You lift the glass to your lips, pausing just before you liquid touches your lips. “Thank you, for the juice.”

Diluc’s eyes betray him.

When you come to, you follow them and spot a chatty Kaeya talking to another patron with a lack of his energetic smooth self he usually does.

You watch Kaeya slip out of the booth, turning away from his conversation before he spots your gaze.

“Diluc, I’ll have another…” his voice drops to a whisper. “…oh.”

His voice indicates surprise to you, but you can’t bear to look up at him.

“So, working late again, huh?” Your voice is flat, but your grip on the glass of juice tightens, your gaze fixed upon it as if trying to break it with your mind rather than your hands.

“My dear, I swear it’s-“

“Right.” You finish your glass and stand up. “Thank you, Diluc.” You stick your hand into your pocket unceremoniously and take out the coins needed for the drink.

“No need. On the house.” His voice is quiet, as if wanting to leave little impact.

“No, I insist.” You give him a smile. You can tell that he won’t believe it but you can’t be bothered anyway. The coins clink on the counter - you know he won’t take it otherwise.

You turn your smile to Kaeya. “I’ll see you in the- Well, at some point. Right, love?”

Any other words you hear are lost on you as you wander out into the depth of the night, alone.

Kaeya watches you leave, an estranged expression plastered on his face. “They took that well.”

“It’s just like a Favonius knight to lack any proper observational skills or be even slightly investigative. It’s not like it’s part of your job or anything.”

“Don’t use this to slander the knights, Diluc.”

“You’re an idiot.” Diluc takes a long sigh, looking over at his brother. “The rage was seething in their eyes, how could you not tell?”

“Always trying to insist you know more about my own life than I do." He tisked. "If y/n was angry, then there would have been yelling.”

“You’re self absorbed, as always." Diluc lifts your half-empty glass from the counter and starts to clean it. "Kaeya, you have to realise that they don’t express anger the same way you do.”

“They weren’t angry.”

“They were. You could see it if you weren’t so blinded by your own ego.”

Kaeya huffed, but looked to the door.

“Why do you think they think you were here? Why did you lie to y/n?”

“I’m on a case-“

“Then you better go tell them that before they leave you.”

Kaeya laughs a little, then notices Diluc’s expression, flat as ever. The laugh falls off. There was never a joke.

“You’re serious. They… this doesn’t look good, does it?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow at the sudden switch of self-awareness. “The door is right there. You’re banned until you resolve this, one way or another. Get out.”

Kaeya scoffs once more, but couldn’t deny his mistakes.

His footsteps are nervous as they leave the tavern, though speed up drastically as he paces out the door and into the night.

His instinct tells him that his logic is wrong, but his mind tells him that the only logical place for you to go would be back home.

His mind races but his feet move faster than he can think and he’s going to reach you but he needs to know where. He starts running, hoping to catch up to you or at least spot your moving frame in the flickering lights.

You can hear the patter of heavy, striding footsteps leading away from your direction, toward the place you both call home. The stars twinkle above in a quiet peace that can only be meant to mock you.

You’re not sure if you even want to go back home at this point. Can you even call it home?

Even in your solitude, you refuse to show the decrepit weaknesses of a human. Tears refuse to fall from your eyes and you lean against the outer wall of Mondstadt in an attempt to force that shaking of your anger to cease. Even the cold of the wind blowing on your skin is a feeling you refuse to acknowledge. That's the one feeling I should be used to. It's a horrible thought.

You can feel yourself almost cracking - your eyes wander downward to the water below, the cliff a dangerous temptation of freedom.

By no means will you let yourself move, for fear of any display of irrationality you may subject yourself to.

“Stay still.” Your voice whispers to yourself, as if separate. “Freeze.”

The word itself reminds you of him.

A sound shatters the still air around you - the crack of rolling thunder. A storm approaches.

You don’t move.

[levi-snackerman]

Something— Levi x Reader

A Levi x reader fic I wrote at 4am inspired by the Beatles song “Something”. I wasn’t sure where I was going with this fanfic… I hope it’s ok!

Warnings: None, tooth-rotting fluff

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Something in the way she knows, and all I have to do is think of her.

A long drawn out sigh and the sound of scribbling were all you heard as you entered his office. The man spared a single glance of acknowledgment at you, before going back to his work. Your brows furrowed, and without a single word you left the room. With the quiet click of the door, Levi looked up. A small part of him wondered if he upset you, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a heartwarming realisation.

The door clicked again. You came in with a tray, your cup and his, steaming. Two small sugar cubes sat on the side (for you of course), and a stirrer. Levi felt his heart melt at the action, as he did every time you did this. Every time he felt himself utterly swamped with work, you knew what he needed.

Placing the tray down gently on his desk, you gave him a small smile. “Drink.” Was all you said, imitating his trademark bluntness. Levi acted annoyed, letting it a small “tch” and “I don’t have a choice do I?” before pushing his paperwork aside and flexing his fingers, tense from holding his pen for hours. You could see the relief in his eyes as he bought the cup to his lips. His eyes were on you, however, intensely stirring the sugar in your cup.

You. What would he do without you. He never thought he’d have someone like you in his life, who cared about him. At first he was scared, being in a relationship would make him vunerable. But alas, he caved, he could not resist you. Your small displays of affection, your little cute quirks—your affinity for two sugars in tea. Which he had only realised after you sheepishly admitted that you didn’t like your tea black… but had drank it anyway every time he made it you. “B-because I didn’t want you to stop making me it!” You had said, flustered. “I-I appreciated it, really!” He’d felt his heart beat faster at that, you actually enjoyed drinking tea with him. So much so, you feared telling him you didn’t like it black would make him stop. You were too adorable, and he couldn’t quite believe he had you all to himself.

I don’t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how

No, he couldn’t leave you even if he tried.

[genshin-latte]

oh gosh I dunno if I’m sending this in when the ask box is open, I sure hope I am. Could you please write some headcanons about the reader walking in on Diluc crying for the first time (and for the relationship between them, reader and Diluc are very close friends and have crushes on each other but haven’t made any moves yet)? Thank you you’re amazing xx

I did promise I’ll write it skdhei Im sorry it took so long. This turned out longer than expected.. like a scenario... but with points- I hope you don’t mind..

Despite his constant stoic expression, Diluc’s emotions are rather intense. Though it’s something that he’d only let out when he’s alone.

He doesn’t like showing his feelings as he feels like it makes him vunerable, not to anyone and especially not you. So when he cries, he’s confused, devastated and it’s not something to be taken lightly.

That night, your trip took longer than you had expected, it was past mignight when you returned to Monstadt. Adelinde who saw you pass by offered to let you rest inside the winery. Why was she awake at that time? You weren’t sure but you were to tired to dwell on that fact.

You really hadn’t meant to interrupt him. You were only returning from the restroom but after hearing the low sobs from the room next door, you couldn’t simply leave.

So you peeked through the small crack left by the door. It was surprising to say at the least, you hadn’t expected to see Diluc, especially not in this state. Even with his back facing you, you noticed the way his shoulders were shaking and the sound of his small whimpers.

Something tells you, you should leave, pretend you never saw the whole thing but you couldn’t. You could feel your heart clench at the sight, he always had a strong front, what was it? What had hurt him so much?

He didn’t notice you until he feels the weight on one end of the sofa. Upon realizing he immediately turned away, wiped his tears, took a deep breath to compose himself before averting his eyes to you.

“What?” Perhaps he had wanted to ask about what you were doing there but his voice came out hoarse and cracked, it was the only word he managed to say.

“Your lips are bleeding.” You gave him a concerned look, he probably bit it too hard while trying to keep himself from crying.

He closed his eyes, brows furrowing, lips trembling, you could tell he was trying to keep his tears at bay.

You scooted closer, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s alright.” Your hands gently carresed his back. You felt awkward to say the least, but it was the only form of comfort you could think of. Knowing him, he probably doesn’t want to talk about it.

A minute, two minutes passed, he stayed still, still trying to surpress his emotions. Perhaps he’d push you away, perhaps he doesn’t want to open up to you, but you can’t sit there and do nothing.

You were caught in surprise when he finally turned around, burying his face on your shoulder, hands clinging desperately on your back. You could feel the side of your shirt dampening.

The room was silent apart from his quiet sobs. You didn’t realize how much time had passed. You sighed in relief when you feel him finally relax, continuing to stroke his hair.

Another few minute passed, maybe you should take your leave so he could rest or so you thought. As soon as you tried to remove yourself he held you tighter, not giving you a chance to peek at his expression and he muttered his next words, “please stay.”

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

@hello-are-you-there

the narrator rose from the floor in room 427 with a cough and a gasp. he stood up quickly and gave himself a once over whilst grumbling. "insaine fuckin... cultist, narrator wannabe..." he spoke to himself. once he was sure he was alright, he looked around the office for a moment, remembering what he was there to do.

he found... nothing. nothing but a disgusting office space. a mix of worry, confusion and anger bubbled inside him. "STANLEY?" he yelled out into the office. he waited for a moment.... nothing. "STANLEY, SAY SOMTHING. EVEN IF I CANT UNDERSTAND JUST- SAY SOMTHING AND ILL COME GET YOU, OKAY?"

and he waited... nothing. the narrator sighed and slumped onto the floor. "god damn it, stanley... where are you..." he looked up again, stairing into nothing, when he noticed the computer screen. it was turned off, completley black. Thats not what intrested him however. it was what he saw in the reflection. the side if the room oposite the computer was completley missing its textures. the narrator looked to that side of the room, and it looked completley normal. well, aside from how decrepit it seemed.

normally the narrator wouldve chalked it up to nothing but lazyness from whoever happend to run this office, but seeing the signature black and pink tiles made the narrator desperate. he closed the main 4 of his eyes, and his large one began to glow slightly. he focused all of his energy on seeing in the fourth dimension. it took... so much more of his energy than it should have, just to see the entierty of the single room he was in. how many layers did this office HAVE...? the narrator saw... a few people. leaving the office, talking at the ceiling, poking around. he tried to focus in on one layer of this office speficically and... there! there he was! "stanley"! the narrator tried to speak, to project his voice out to the sullen seeming mass on the floor. but he couldnt. with just how much power it took him to merly see stanley, he had no feasable way of comunicating with it. let alone physically getting to it.

the rest of the narrators eyes shot open, and his eye of omnipotence closed. he was completly spent of his "magical" energy. he felt very... naked, without it. expesually in such a foreign place. he had no way of knowing what would come ahead of him. he felt so... human. the thought disgusted him. he could stay here and recharge, but he felt... stupidly determined to find a way to get to stanley. hed been here for god knows how long all on his own, and as much as he refused to admit it... the narrat- skips cared for "stanleys" well being.

before he stepped out of the office, into the unknown, he did what hes always done best. he wrote. he wrote a note for stanley and left it near where he belived to have seen it. the note read;

stanley. this is the narrator. your narrator. im here, and im looking for you. im doing all i can to find you. if you have found this and are not stanley, please leave the note where you found it. if you have found my stanley. please, keep him safe.

-Yours truly, The Narrator.

skips read over the note a few times before leaving it. he felt awfully vunerable about what he had written, but it was too late now. he took a deep breath, and stepped out of office number 427.

[oddaodd]

Hey if you don’t have too many requests, could you write a soft Tommy Shelby imagine where he’s soending the night at reader’s for the first time and since she’s there he doesn’t get the nightmares (power of love ya know?)

But she wakes up in the middle of the night (for whatever reason) and leave the bed, as he’s still deep in his sleep, the nightmares start coming back. When she notices something is wrong, she wakes him up. He gets all vunerable and ashamed for what just happened but she does her best to help, she lets him rest on her, she caresses his hair and he falls back asleep

I don’t know it’s just an idea like that, no pressure if you don’t want to write it 💓

A Mundane Occurrence Heavy With Significance. 

Author’s note: Thank you for requesting this, I loved writing it and i hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Warnings: none that I can think of.

His body laying next to Hers. His deep in slumber, chest rising and falling with each soft breath he drew. Hers, matching the softness of his breathing and unmaching his sleeping state.

It was the most mundane of occurrences, heavy  with significance. Mundane for many, but not for them. In fact that was the first night that particular occurrence occurred. He always left after making love to her.  It troubled her at first, but grew accustomed to it after a while. However that night he surprised her by pulling her close to him after their ecstatic breathings had gone back to normal. Maybe it was because of the rain violently coming down outside or maybe because he was finally ready to sleep next to her. Either way she was on cloud 9.

She let out a happy sigh as they both immersed into a comfortable silence. The rain tapping on the window being the only sound around them. For a strange reason, sleep seemed to be avoiding her, only coming to her lover, providing him with a rare tranquil sleep. He couldn't hear the shovels, just pure, pitch black relief from the day behind him, occasional flashes of abstract dreams screening in his mind. 

Time slipped by forcing her to give up on her pursuit for sleep. She carefully got out of his grasp and out of bed, effortlessly putting on his shirt, that she distinctively remembered tossing to the floor, before making her way to sit on the chair she kept by her bedroom window. 

 She grabbed a leather-bound notebook that rested on a tiny table next to the chair she sat at and opened it. The soft moon light filtered through the rain clouds that entered through her window provided her with just the necessary amount of light to be able to write and unburden her mind. Finding a blank page among the many full ones she began writing hoping for it to lull her to sleep. A page later her eyes  shifted from her written thoughts to tommy’s sleeping figure. She smiled at the sight as the idea to draw him popped into her mind.

She began guiding her pen across the paper, trying her best to capture the uncommon sight so that she could revisit it in future days. Just when she was sketching his cheekbones he stirred in his sleep ever so softly. She didn’t pay much mind to it at first, but what stated with a soft movement soon developed into heavy breathing and pants.

Concerned rising, she stood up leaving her notebook and drawing behind to go sit on the bed next to him. She softly called his name in hopes that her voice would wake him but it didn’t have the effect she wanted.

“Tommy, love” she tried again, this time placing her hand on his shoulder. The moment she touched him he jolted awake, sitting up, looking at his surroundings, his breathing still heavy. When his eyes fell on her she right away could see what they desperately tried to conceal. Shame.

He noticed what she saw and wasted no time in getting out of bed to go and find his clothes.  She watched him unsure of what to do as he put on his trousers, not daring to look at her. “I have to go”

“But it’s pouring” said she as she got out of bed and hesitantly walked towards him. Not wanting him to leave, fearing that the rain wasn’t enough to make him stay any longer.

He looked around the room in search for a missing piece of clothing and stopped when his eyes fell on her one more time. He hadn’t noticed she had been wearing what he was looking for before. Once she realized he was looking at his shirt she assumed he needed it so with sad fingers she started unbuttoning it, but stopped when she saw his stare was lost. His mind deep under, in the tunnels with death and darkness to keep him company.  Still holding onto the shirt she asked “Tommy?”

Her voice brought him back to her apartment and finnaly dared to look into her eyes. Once again she saw the vulnerability behind them. Not listening to the voice in her head telling her to just let him go, she timidly walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She listened to his rapid heartbeat and sighed softly.

“Stay” she whispered pleadingly.

He sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around her. “Sorry for waking you” he said, not wanting to leave her, but extremely ashamed that he let her see him like that.

“I was already awake” she reassured parting from him, holding his hands in hers. “Do you want your shirt?”

He whispered a sad “No” enjoying the sight of her in his clothes a bit too much.

“Lets go back to bed, then” she softly suggested.

After another sigh he let her guide him back, her hand never letting go of his. He got in her bed after her and laid on his side. Facing her, he let his forehead rest against hers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked

“It was just the shovels” he dismissed, not quite ready to bear his soul to her yet. Instead his arm found her waist and for the second time that night, he pulled her towards him. She let him rest his head on her chest. Her heartbeat, unbeknownst to her significantly grounding Tommy. Feeling her fingers run through his hair, he convinced himself that that was as close to heaven as he was going to get. Unbeknownst to him, she thought the exact same thing regarding her own belonging to heaven as she noticed him falling into slumber again only that this time, she too fell. 

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