#i will admit im running on NO sleep for this so im hoping its still good hahaha~

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I’m not brave enough to ask anything off anon yet but I love all your fics!!! May I request 71 and 76 for E/rasermic with A/izawa being sick

That's totally alright, thank you for the ask!! (and for the kind words~~) You may indeed~~ Always love me some E/rasermic, and A/izawa is my guy <3 Hope you enjoy! 2.4k words, prompts 71 and 76, story under the cut! 71. Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it.  76. Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.

(References to slightly bad coughing and headaches, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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A faint glow of sunlight bathes the cold city, another dawn chasing the darkness from the streets. Not many people are out at this time, just a few cars heading for work, maybe some heroes on patrol. There’s a light cushion of silence, broken only by the soft sounds of the city that never really fade. This scene, to Aizawa, has become quite mundane.

His eyes narrow at a flickering light in the elevator as the ride up to his floor seems to take twice its normal length. Raising his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, the pounding sensation in his head fades to a dull throb. The ding nearly knocks him off his feet as the doors open with a screech that leads to his grip tightening between his eyes. 

‘Must have overexerted myself somehow, the headache isn’t usually this severe. Granted, I haven’t had a break in a few days, what with teaching and patrol, but that shouldn’t be a factor.’ Thoughts pausing, he reaches for the doorknob, missing entirely. A sigh escapes as he attempts to refocus his eyes, relieved to find the apartment unlocked. ‘Not sure I could maneuver the key in this state.’

“How was patrol.”

While the words imply a question, the tone is anything but curious. Mic sits at the table, glare aimed at the door where Aizawa lingers, an air of hesitance simmering through his body. His eyes flicker to the clock hanging above Mic’s head before they wander back. ‘It’s still early, did he wake up just to meet me…? Or- stay up? He’s not normally a night owl…’

“It was… alright?”

“Was it now.”

Aizawa sets his goggles on the counter, a wince pulling his lips tight as the noise seems to echo throughout the kitchen. Mic continues tapping his foot, arms crossed as he lets his glare burn through the wall to Aizawa’s left. ‘It’s not an anniversary… or birthday… did I mess up his home studio again…? No, that can’t be it, I haven’t been in there for days…’ A light sniffle breaks free, Aizawa pressing the back of his hand to his nose to stall the drip. 

“I’m sorry Mic, I don’t understand..?” 

“You really don’t, do you Sho?” 

A hint of laughter starts to flood Mic’s stern tone as he lets a worried smile wash away the glare. Aizawa’s hesitance hasn’t dropped, his guard still up as he tries to sort through the past few minutes. Mic slowly raises to his feet, placing his glasses next to the goggles before giving Aizawa’s arm a light rub.

“Bless you, by the way.”

Aizawa simply blinks in response, Mic’s warm tone setting him off balance once more. ‘He was angry, but now he’s not..? Wait- bless me, but I didn’t sn-’ Before the thought can finish forming, Aizawa finds his fist pressed to his nose, a few tight stifles pushing through. 

“hh’gnnt-! eh’dnXT-! hh’enDGT-! guhh…”

“No stifling unless you’re on duty, love. We agreed.”

Mic ‘tsks’, lightly batting Aizawa’s hand away. Managing to open his eyes long enough to give a nod, Aizawa reaches for his scarf to muffle the oncoming sneezes. A hand resumes stroking his arm, Mic failing to disguise a wince at the flash of pain that had danced through Aizawa’s eyes. 

“heH-! ah’gNZSHDJuu-! hH’DESHH’oo-! hYEShh’duu-! eHh-! aiJZSHH’uu-!”

“There you go! Gotta feel better, doesn’t it? I never can understand how you manage to fit those violent outbursts into such tight little sounds.”

“P- praahhh-! hH’DTZSHh’oo-! Practice.”

“Bless you.”  

“Thank you.”

The words are gruff, Aizawa clearing his throat when they catch on their way out. Hands quickly fly back up to his temples, his own voice jarring the stinging into returning once more, eyes defocusing themselves. Something about a headache always leads to this haze settling just beneath his eyes, almost as if they’re trying to remove some of the pressure by removing his vision.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. Felt it coming on earlier, got worse after patrol.”

“Stifling can’t have helped. Were you doing that the whole time?” 

Not bothering to vocalize the answer they both know, Aizawa instead lets his shoulders dip as Mic’s hand slides down his back. Accepting the invitation, he leans into Mic’s chest, letting out a sigh under the gentle touch. The hand moves down then back up, carefully working the tension from his shoulders before settling against the back of his neck. 

“You’re warm.” 

“I d- heHh…” 

The reply gets cut off, Aizawa’s voice getting lost in a hurricane of ticklish breaths. He frantically attempts to pull away from Mic, only managing to aim at the floor before the hitching hits its crescendo. A single phrase cuts through the desperation, a blessing from Mic that he barely catches before the first release.

“Bless you.” 

“eh’GNXT-!”

Aizawa’s eyes meet Mic’s before the brunt of the fit takes hold. ‘Whoops… stifled again… it was a force of habit.’ He raises a hand to cover as he lets the rest out, aiming for his wrist under Mic’s watchful eye.

“haH- AIYDZSHH’uu-! hh’enGZZShh’diuu-! ihh… heshh…! hEZSShhhew-! hh- eh’hYIESZzshh’oo-!”  

“Bless you again.”

“Thank you, Mic.” 

Rubbing a hand against his nose, Aizawa sniffles, a deep sound that triggers a response from his chest. Coughs start to fight their way through his clenched teeth. At first he attempts to suppress the spasms, but the effort is pointless and he quickly switches to muffling them against his arm. Mic tuts at him, reaching over behind the goggles to pour something into a mug before handing it over with a gentle smile. Grateful for any relief, Aizawa takes a sip, grimace spreading across his face instantly. 

“This isn’t coffee, Mic.”

The second their eyes meet Mic doubles over with a laugh loud enough to rattle the cups on the counter. For a minute Aizawa fears he might hit the floor, the laughter not giving him many chances to suck in oxygen. Offering a halfhearted glare, Aizawa lets his free hand rub Mic’s back as the cackling man attempts to form words. 

“Yes, I k- know it’s not. It’s tea. B- but I didn’t know you’d react like that!” 

“Really, Mic?”

“I- I’m sorry- You just… you should have seen your face- It was priceless!”

“Why did you make me tea instea-”

“Blessings, again.”

“heAHhh-!” 

He’s barely able to set the mug down in time to press his nose into his scarf, another fit breaking through. Mic gets enough control over his laughter to offer a sympathetic sigh, hand returning to its post on Aizawa’s back.  

“eh’aiZShh’chuu-! hHeh-! hh’aiYZSHH’uu-! heh’GNZSHH’oo-!”

“Yeah, I wonder.” 

“hh’DJZSHhh’oo-! ehh… huhh-! AYISHH’guhh-!”

“No particular reason I’d switch out-”

“inNSHH’oo-! mmZSHH’choo-!”

“-the coffee for tea.” 

Aizawa lets another sniffle out, mirroring Mic’s wince at the lack of air passing through his inflamed sinuses. Raising a hand to crush the bridge of his nose between his fingers again, he tries to starve off the headache. ‘It’s almost like it’s trying to bash my skull from the inside out.’  In response, Mic brushes some hair from his forehead, offering a vague noise. 

“I mean it Sho, you really are warm.”

“It might be a bit hot in here, now that you mention it. Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, love, I didn’t.”

A gentle purr drips from Aizawa’s lips as Mic strokes his hair, scratching in the way he knows will get a reaction. Too tired to be embarrassed at the giggles Mic lets out over the noises, Aizawa simply collapses deeper into the feeling. He only snaps out of it when Mic starts leading him by his arm down the hall.

“The bedroom…? It’s mornin-”

“Not for you it’s not. Bed, now.” 

Sinking down into the soft sheets, Aizawa's eyes start to shut of their own accord. He manages to fight it off long enough to cast Mic a dark look. The only response he gets is Mic sitting next to him. Starting to stand, he pretends not to notice the way his legs tremble under the pressure.

“I have assignments I need to grade, Mic. I don’t have ti-”

“Bless you.” 

It’s quiet, especially for Mic, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear. Raising an eyebrow in return, he attempts to ignore the burning itch starting to spread down the bridge of his nose. Whether it was triggered by Mic’s blessing, or Mic simply saw it before did, it matters not. All that matters to Aizawa is not letting the prediction come true. 

“I did- heHHh- Didn’t sneeze.”

“You will.”

“N- nehhhh… no, I won’t. I simply don’t… don’t hhahh… have to.”

“Whatever you say, Shota.” 

Aizawa finds himself rolling his eyes as the itch refuses to back down, the sensation starting to dig deeper into his sinuses with a fluttering tickle. ‘N- not… not gonna… hEhh… oh- no I’m… I’m definitely g- gonna…’ Mic lets out a light giggle as Aizawa’s hand snaps to his face, the pink lining his nose starting to spread out to his cheeks.

“iH’GNT-! eh’knDT-!”

“Aizawa.” 

“S- Sohhhrry. heH’aiZSHHh’oo-! eh’GESHHh’uu-! hHdjGZShh’oo-!” 

The giggling continues, Aizawa casting a sigh in Mic’s direction as the fit trails off. Leaning over to reach for the tissues on the nightstand he manages a weak blow. Then, turning his attention back to his husband, who’s still chuckling at the display, Aizawa gives a tired scowl. 

“You’re enjoying this almost too much, Hizashi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hilarious you don’t even seem to notice what’s happening!”

“I’m sneezing, I know that.” 

“You’re sick, love.” 

Silence falls over them as Aizawa stares, Mic matching his gaze with a stare of his own. They stay locked, neither uttering a word, until Mic breaks the silence with a light chuckle.

“Bless you.” 

Aizawa groans lightly in response before, as predicted, ducking into his hands. He attempts to stifle them as a last ditch effort to save his pride. This, of course, fails spectacularly, the stifles only leaving his sinuses more congested, spreading the tickle deeper. A tissue is placed in his hand before he can process it, the soft touch sending him over the edge as it grazes his nose. 

“hh’gNXt-! inZGT-! eh’knDXT’chh-! ainGT’chh-! hh’KDT’choo-! heHh-! guhh… hehhh… hUHhhH-!”

As the hitching gives his nose a brief respite before the next attack, Aizawa feels Mic pressing clean tissues into his hand. He manages to pry open his watery eyes to glance at the concern Mic’s wearing across his face. The moment is soon cut short, tissues being put to use as the tickle swells again. 

“heH’GNZShh’oo-! AIZSHH’oo-! deh’JNZCHH’uu-! ahehH-! eh’kEZSHHh’uu-! ehh-! aiish- guhh… haahhh…” 

“Bless you.”

Only managing to shake his head, Aizawa’s hands start to fan his face, eyes fluttering as tears start to spill down his cheeks. His nose is quivering, each breath seeming to bring a new wave of ticklish fury as the very air he breathes seems to be itchy. Mic can’t help but chuckle at the sight, lightly squeezing Aizawa’s leg.

“Not done, are you?”

“Z- zaahhh… Zashi… ha- hahh… hehHh-! Have to-” 

Something hard hits Aizawa’s leg. As he manages to pry his eyes open again, he soon recognizes the whole box of tissues that Mic has passed his way. He shoots a watery glare at his husband, devoid of any real anger. Mic responds with another laugh, Aizawa grabbing a handful to press to his nose as it finally offers him some relief. The feeling’s short lived, however, as Mic proceeds to count blessings aloud. 

“hHdJGZSHH’oo-!” 

“One for the money!” 

“eHYZSHH’oo-!” 

“Two for the show!” 

“Hi- Hizashi- heAISHHH’oo-!” 

“Three to get ready, aaaand!”

“aIDJZSHhh’uu-!” 

“Four to go!”

“Having fun, d- dear? heh’AIHSHhh’diuu-!” 

“Bless you Shota. That’s one bad cold you’ve gone and caught.” 

Mic offers a smile, mischief shimmering through his eyes as he meets Aizawa’s gaze. In response, Aizawa freezes, the faint blush on his cheeks starting to darken as he averts his eyes. Staring at the sheets he feels his thoughts dip. ‘Sick… I can’t be- I would have noticed- how did he- am I really-’

“You really didn’t notice, did you?”

A deep cough springs from his chest, Mic letting out a low whistle as it gets harsher. Soon Aizawa’s leaning over, Mic offering comforts under his breath as the rasping continues, a slight wheeze starting to sound with each inhale. Finally it lets up, Aizawa wiping a few stray tears from his face as he attempts to fill his lungs with air again.

“I can’t understand how you didn’t see it with symptoms like that.” 

“How long have you- wait, how long have I?” 

“Well, you had a headache a few days ago, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, except that you actually had slept the night before. The next day the sniffling started, which I just figured was from the damp weather.”

“eh’kEZSHHh’oo-!”

“Bless. There was also a few stray sneezes, which we both know isn’t uncommon.” 

“hhDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Bless again. But by day three you were staring to-”

“heh’HAIYSHH-ihh’DZSHJ’uu-!” 

Aizawa takes the pause to let out a wet blow, grimacing at the way it does nothing to alleviate the sinus pressure. Grabbing a few more tissues, he presses them to his face again, another sneeze dancing along just out of his reach. In order to secure it, he gently massages the tip of his nose, eyes shutting as it takes the bait. 

“kAISHhh’diuu-! huh’eNGZSHH’oo-!”

“Exactly. Not just a few anymore. And then last night when you headed out for patrol I could see you still had the headache.” 

“I just… I didn’t notice any of that…” 

With a laugh that seems to float through the air, Mic plants a kiss on Aizawa’s forehead, the wince not escaping either of them. ‘Must still be running a fever. Strange… I don’t actually feel any different… besides maybe a little flushed…’ 

“I know you didn’t. You’ve never been one to notice your own health, Sho. Let alone prioritize it. That’s why it’s my job to take care of you."

"hH'kEZSHHh'oo-!"

"Bless. Now! I’m going to get some medication, you’re going to take it, and then we’ll watch a few episodes of that show you like, and you’ll fall asleep in my arms. Got it?” 

Another cough starts spilling out, Aizawa letting a rough sigh replace it as Mic cups his face, a smirk replacing the signature smile as he melts into the touch. He follows suit with a gentle smile of his own, nose twitching as he brings the tissues back up. 

“hH’ENGZSHhh’oo-! How did I get so lucky with you, Zashi?”

“Because I wouldn’t stop pesting you until you let me take care of you, of course!” 

Aizawa laughs, deep and chesty, triggering a cough that has Mic apologizing through his own laughter, but it’s worth it. He never felt this kind of happiness before Mic, this kind of light. And on days when he feels himself slipping back into the dark, Mic is always there, shining like a beacon. 

Bringing him home. 

[sofs16]

a wild ride — ln4

fc: hailee steinfeld | warnings : celebrity x fan

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆imessage — lando and oscar Lando Norris

Osccccccc

who did you invite to the garage?

Oscar Piastri

A few celebrities that follow me and long time fans. McLaren gave a list of people we could invite.

Lando Norris

Did they tell you to interact with fans more too?

Oscar Piastri

Yeah. Logan said they told him and Alex the same, so I’m guessing not only us. [Reacted 👍🏻]

landonorris

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landonorris Exploring done. Back to work tomorrow. Let’s get it!

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user1 thank you for unfollowing someone ♥︎ author

⤷ user2 ???

⤷user3 he followed 556 people and now 555 so angel number! norrisupdated i told my mom about you😖

⤷landonorris and what’d she say?

⤷ norrisupdated we’d make a good 🍐! ⤷ landonorris i like your humor, user norrisupdated

march 20, 2024

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norrisupdated via landonorris’ Instagram post 😎 : “Exploring done. Back to work tomorrow. Let’s get it!“

— i hope he knows we’re waiting for a lando.jpg comeback

#landonorris #ln4

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loverwags GIRL HE REPLIED TO YOUR COMMENT!!! ⤷ norrisupdated YES😭 trying to hard to act nonchalant abt this.

landonorris how are you so quick

⤷ norrisupdated LANDO WHY ARE YOU HERE 😭😭😭😭 and im ashamed to admit i’ve had years of practice on your notifs 😖

user3 praise lando for another norrisupdated admin reveal😍

⤷ user4 her main acc is legit on her bio 😭😭😭

march 20, 2024

ᝰ.ᐟ norrisupdated just posted a story!

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landonorris replied! 4:45 AM landonorris that was YOU? IM SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOWED AND UNFOLLOWED YOU😭 ⤷ norrisupdated LANDO ITS FINE SORP STALKIHN ME IM SCARED ⤷ landonorris i thought fan accounts liked interactions 😢 ⤷norrisupdated Yes but it’s 4 in the morning and i’m processing this is you. ⤷ landonorris what??????? GO TO SLEEP ⤷ norrisupdated but if i sleep ill never talk to u again 😔 ⤷ landonorris i promise i will still stalk you by the time you wake up! now get sleep or else… SOMETJING ⤷ norrisupdated going to sleep 😙 thabsk for a great end of the day! ⤷landonorris anytimeeee… what’s you name, sorry? delivered

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ynscloset been tired lately, but!!!!!!!!! whatever today is a good day

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19h ago

f1gossip

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f1gossip Lando Norris just followed a a fan account... and her personal account!

Lando isn’t known for following a lot of fan accounts, but he has recently been replying to more comments. One of those comments made by one popular fan account, norrisupdated. Nothing out of the ordinary until Lando followed her and her main tonight.

New wag?

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user1 What happened to that model he was allegedly seeing?

⤷ f1gossip Nothing really, it’s been 4 months. loverwags idk bout u guys but i ship😊 might be a lil weird to have a celebrity racer dating a fan but at least it’s yn. she’s been there since 2018 and isn’t even a crazy fan, she just updates😭

user2 he’s stalking her main HELPFME

user3 what do we know abt her

⤷f1gossip Not much aside from the fact she owns a bakery and update page…

user4 why a middle age woman like her running an update page😭

⤷ user2 MIDDLE AGE??? SHE’S 24😭😭😭😭

ynscloset Good Morning? ⤷ user6 😭😭😭

march 21, 2024

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ynscloset just posted a story!

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yourbff replied! 9:12 AM yourbff WHY DOES LANDONORRIS FOLLOW YOU ⤷ ynscloset because i commented that thing you told me to comment from norupdted and he replied??? and then he commented on my post and then he viewed all my stories and replied apologizing for that time he followed nd unfollowed me ⤷ yourbff BRUHHHHHH HE DMED YOU?? RPELY?? HOW DO YOU SLEEP AFTER THAT ⤷ ynscloset HE TOLD ME TO SLEEP AND WE’D CHAT IN TJE MORNING CUZ I SAID I WONT SLEEP CUZ HE WONT TALK TO ME THE NEXT DAY… YK ONCE IN A LIFETIME MOMENT!!! IM SCARED TO DM BUT THERES A MESSAGE UNREAD ⤷ yourbff must i say what you need to do😓 ⤷ ynscloset latererrr i will reply! gotta open the café!!! duties call ⤷ yourbff why do you even have that update account until now😒 ⤷ ynscloset BECAUSE I HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES AND WE HAVE A 5/6 YEAR BOND. ⤷ yourbff just saying this migjt be your opportunity to be a wag😽 ⤷ ynscloset i cant handle that pressure oh no😭 and its not gonna happen!!!!! bye!

ynscloset

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ynscloset whatta busy busy day! thank youuu for stoping by, new customers 🧡

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user2 loll just cuz lando followed this girl theyre coming to her bakery😭

user3 passed by and many people kept asking her abr lando… let this girl work in peace

user4 why does lando follow her?

⤷ user2 lots of people think she’s his new gf

user5 LANDO IN THE LIKES

user5 ogs know yn from norrisupdated surviving the content drought 😖 ♥︎ author user6 i discovered you through a wag page, but now you’re my favorite baker (and your bakery is my new fave)! thanks for being so kind🥹🤍

⤷ ynscloset thank you for stopping by!!! hope to see ya again 🧡

user7 not this girl acting as if she a wag 😭😭

⤷ user1 she didn’t do anything…

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march 21, 2024

Lando Norris landonorris • instagram 8.5M Followers • 1,801 Posts You both follow each other on instagram

4:01 AM

Lando Norris

anytimeeee… what’s you name, sorry?

9:21 PM

norrisupdated

Yn! Hold up, I’ll message you from my main:)

[Reacted 🧡]

Lando Norris landonorris • instagram 8.5M Followers • 1,801 Posts You both follow each other on instagram

9:22 PM

Yn

Hi!

Sorry I replied so late, I just got home:/

Lando Norris

Hey! Isn’t it like 10 in the states?? Why so late

Yn

Yesss busy day at work:) actually, a lot of them are your fans asking me about you 😙

Lando Norris

I meant to apologize to you about that…

Sorry for all the hate you’ve been getting because I followed you

Yn

no biggie, i don’t mind it

i think i just need to go quiet for a bit and let it die down🙏🏼

Lando Norris

sounding like a professional over there??? done this before?😂

Yn

watched f1 enough to get the gist how it works LMAFFOF

Lando Norris

everrr attended a gp?

Yn

STILL saving up:/ at my bakery, the tip jar is labeled for me to watch a gp😔

Lando Norris

Woulddddd it be cool if I invited you over for the Suzuka GP?

Yn

Are you joking

Lando Norris

yes

seen for 2m

Lando Norris

wait no im not actually joking

wai dont leave me on seen

HELLO?

Yn

NOT cool dude

Lando Norris

is this a no😢

Yn

wait

i would love to

BUT

lowkey in debt rn to afford a flight……………. I WILL FIND A WAY HOLD ON😂

Lando Norris

i could book you a flight

as you say, no biggie

Yn

what

thats too much

what

huh

what

Lando Norris

yn, i’m opening the website rn so tell me if youre available😔

Yn

yes im available 😊

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ynscloset just posted a story!

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yourbff replied! yourbff Context? ⤷ ynscloset Lando Norris is flying me out to Japan for the Suzuka GP.

21:45

Lando Norris

booked! whats your number for the deets?

Yn

How do I know you’re not hacked and you’re going to hack me next?

Lando Norris

….

i’m confused how you got to this question

Enough proof?

Yn

close enough but that is not 11am in australia and its live on tv youre in practice 😖😖😖😖 #LandoHacked!

Lando Norris

damn youre good

I just looked better in the other pic😒 embarrassing u look better at 9pm than me rn

Yn

why are you LYING

anyways +1 201 xxx xxx

[ Reacted 🧡 ]

Lando Norris

Whats with the seenzoning 😓

delivered 21:54

Yn

HELLO SORRY

I bought food mb IM BACK

Lando Norris

Shit

dont apologize

IM sorry, i forgot to ask if youve eaten

What did u gettttt

Yn

dont worry! have you eaten?

i got mexcian food🤤

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Lando Norris

I ate with the team earlier, just getting ready for FP1

Yn

gooooodluck lando!

gotta work, but ill be watching! p.s u should jpg post 😂

Lando Norris

gotta work, but ill be watching! ⤷goodluck working!!!! gotta visit that bakery soon:) ⤷ also a lot of pressure youre putting there😓 ill try my best

p.s u should jpg post 😂 ⤷lets see 🙈

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f1gossip End of FP1 with these top three!

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user4 YN IN THE LIKES

march 22, 2024

— instagram notification !! [landonorris] ynscloset congrats on fp1!!!!!! hope you get the same results for the race 🤭

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lando.jpg ask and u shall receiveeeeee

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user2 we all know who asked

⤷user4 who

⤷user3 yn! “i hope he knows we’re waiting for a lando.jpg comeback” from her last update post

user5 i love the yn lando lore sorry😭

⤷user6 im so rooting for them

march 22, 2024

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march 24, 2024

ynscloset 🔒

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ynscloset an amazing week 🧡🧁

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user2 we love youuuuuu

user5 yall made her go private😭😭😭😭😭 NOO

⤷ user1 atleast she’s still posting 🥹

yourbff i love him alr

⤷ ynscloset 😎

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march 25, 2024

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f1gossip Yn seen at the airport in Japan! Will she be attending the GP? view all 1,574 comments

user6 WELCOME BACK QUEEN SERENA

user7 not her being a golddigger alr lol she was photographed leaving from the first class section😭😭

⤷user6 get a job

april 3, 2024

f1gossip

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f1gossip What we’ve all been waiting for! Yn joins the McLaren garage today at the Suzuka Grand Prix where Lando came in 2nd! Lando and Yn weren’t seen together until they left together, but no photos have surfaced yet. Many people have said she was super nice and took pictures with a lot of people and even gave baked goods to the McLaren garage and some fans!! view all 4,284 comments

f1gossip📌 photos in order:

1. yn seen smiling at lando while outside the mclaren garage

2. yn taking pics of lando when he came on the screen

3. yn with a fan during the after party

4. yn on the big screen before the gp started!

5. yn and lando’s front wing while mclaren workers were describing the car and stuff (people say she was asking questions and super excited)

6. yn with a fan again! they said she had to go because lando was waving at her 🥹

user5 idk what yall say, i like her

user7 SHE GAVE ME A CUPCAKE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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The Three Times You Share A Bed - Leon S Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x reader

Genre: fluff, some light angst thrown in towards the end?

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: two times you sleep in leon's bed, and the one time he sleeps in yours

CW: roommate! Leon, kinda friends to lovers?, light angst, abandonment issues, paranoia, fear + insomnia, mentions of zombies, bedsharing, leon has intimacy issues (get therapy challenge)

OMG HAPPY RE4 RELEASE!!! I am SO excited to play once im done work this weekend! Leon looks so damn fine in the gameplay ive seen and i am going FERAL! pls no spoilers for anything new in the game! <3

RE4 remake spoiler free zone!! I have yet to play the remake so there are no spoilers in this!

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The telltale clicking of a key in the door has you on your feet in seconds, abandoning the plush throw blanket on the couch. Before it even opens, you’re standing on the doormat. You feel a little silly, like a golden retriever waiting for its owner, but the shame is washed away when Leon steps through the door.

It’s been three weeks since you’ve last seen your roommate and best friend, and just as long since you last had company. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of you standing in front of him, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more prominent. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He sighs and drops his backpack on the floor, locking the door behind him.

“How was it?”

You fight the urge to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and inhale his scent, knowing that’s not what friends do. Still, the feeling is there and if he went in for it, you’d reciprocate in a heartbeat.

He opens the fridge and beams at the fully stocked drinks and snacks. He cracks open a can of cider and leans against the counter. “Long,” he admits, “way too long. And my nose is still burning from the smell of rotten flesh.” You crinkle your nose at the thought. Leon’s never been much of a talker and most of his work being classified didn’t help. Whenever something wasn’t top secret, though, you were sure to sit there and listen no matter how horrific the details were.

You settle in on the couch next to the agent, listening to him drone on about a zombie-like creature that had peeling flesh and fifty eyes. You could vividly picture it from his words alone, and the image of the creature sent a shiver up your spine.

Leon talks for hours, spilling every miniscule detail of every horror he encounters. You stay the whole time, nodding along. Leon laughs at the way you scrunch your face in disgust or close your eyes in fear. He hates how cute you are, but he can’t seem to stop telling you stories. After many hours and a few drinks between the two of you, he’s almost run out of stories to tell.

Leon pats your shoulder gently, collecting his cans from where he’d set them on the coffee table. “I need a shower,” he states. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Go shower. You stink,” you joke and punch him in the ribs.

He feigns injury at your blow, pretending to suck in a breath like you’d really hurt him. He keeps up the facade the whole way to his bedroom, only leaving character when he shuts the door behind him.

It’s only when he’s disappeared that you realize how late it's gotten—and how dark. Even though your shared apartment is on the 19th floor, you can’t help but worry something is going to crawl through your window. You shake the thoughts away and get ready for bed, but every gust of wind and rustling of leaves makes you flinch.

You close your eyes and tug your comforter over your head, hoping that if there is something out there, it won’t know you’re there. You toss and turn for a while longer, staying dead quiet and pushing your fears away.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You take a deep breath, throw your comforter off of your shoulders, and sprint to Leon’s room. It’s like your brain is on autopilot—it knows exactly where to go to be safe.

You don’t knock on the door, instead quietly twisting the knob and slipping in through a crack in the door. Leon sits up as soon as your feet touch the wooden floor, eyes snapping towards your silhouette. He’s been a light sleeper ever since Racoon City, waking at the slightest of sounds.

He relaxes at the sight of you but only for a second. He glances at his digital clock, eyes widening at the time. “Y/n? What are you still doing up?”

“I-I couldn’t sleep…I feel like a flesh eating zombie is going to climb through my window and eat me.”

He chuckles. “That would be my fault.” He shuffles over in bed and pulls back the comforter. “You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night.”

You crawl into bed next to him, keeping as much distance between the two of you as possible. You can feel his body heat radiating through the blankets and smell his body wash on his skin. The feeling is new, yet so familiar it eases you instantly.

“Leon?”

He hums in response.

“Is it safer to sleep next to the window or the door? From like, a secret agent standpoint.”

“We’re on the 19th floor so window, but unless it's a hotel room, the door. You would more than likely hear it if they broke down the front door so you’d have more time to get out.”

You think for a second. “Can we switch places?”

“Honestly, y/n,” he laughs dryly, “the safest place to sleep right now is next to me.”

Your face warms at that and you nod, relaxing into his pillows. While you drift off to sleep, Leon watches over you. He knows nothing is going to come for you here, but he did promise to keep you safe, and he’ll keep that promise no matter what.

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When you get home, you’re in a foul mood. You practically throw the groceries onto the counter before walking to your room and throwing yourself onto your bed. It’s been a long day. All of the stores were so busy you could hardly get through the aisles, and all of the people you encountered were rude.

Leon comes out of his room a few minutes later. Seeing the groceries abandoned on the counter, his first thought is to check on you. He doesn’t check on you, though. Not yet, anyway. He knows you’ll just be more upset if the frozen items melt and the milk sits out all night, so he sets out on putting them away.

After almost an hour of laying in your bed trying to recuperate after the day you’ve had, you’re snapped out of it by a text.

Leon: Come here, I have a surprise for you

You don’t feel like leaving your bed, but you force yourself out of it anyway. It’s not Leon you’re mad at. Leon is probably the only person in the world you don’t hate right now. You knock on his door softly, holding your arms behind your back.

“Come in!” He shouts.

You open the door, shuffling into his room and closing it behind you. Your jaw drops when you see a tray in the middle of his bed piled high with your favorite snacks, drinks and two wine glasses. Leon pats the spot next to him and you’re happy to oblige, relaxing onto the mattress.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

He shrugs, pouring you a glass of wine. “It already seems like you had a bad day, I just wanted to do something to make it a little better for you.”

“Thank you.” He nods in acknowledgement, turning on his tv and handing you the remote. “You can choose the first movie. Just—maybe no zombies?”

You snort at that. Classic Leon, using his corny jokes to make light of even the worst of situations. You settle on an old favorite movie you love, handing the remote back to the blond and switching it for a wine glass.

Between your favorite movie, the delicious wine and your favorite snacks, your spirits are lifted in no time. One movie turns into two, and two turns into three. Soon enough, you’re dozing off in Leon’s bed.

He moves the tray of snacks and the glasses off of the bed to give you more room to sprawl out. Laying down next to you, he watches you sleep. A part of him wishes he could see this every night—the same sight he fantasizes about on even the hardest of missions.

He flicks off the lamp on his side table and settles in. “Good night, cutie,” he mumbles, knowing you’re far too deep in sleep to hear him.

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You wake up in the middle of the night, moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating Leon’s bedroom. You’re still numb from sleep, your senses dulled just enough that it takes you a minute to realize that something is grabbing you. No, not grabbing—holding. 

You blink a few times. Leon is laying next to you, his chest pressed to your back, his arms around your waist. You can feel the slow beating of his heart and the heat coming off of his skin. He’s so close it overwhelms you, yet it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

You think about slipping away but you know what a light sleeper he is, and you don’t think you could handle it if he woke up and saw how close you were. You close your eyes and try to calm the beating in your heart so you can fall back asleep.

When you wake up again, Leon is gone. Your body feels cold where his once was. You sit up—is he showering? He can’t be, the bathroom door is open. You sit up, letting the blankets fall off of you. You swing your legs over the side of his bed, walking out to the kitchen, but he’s not there either.

Did he leave to go get something? 

You check your phone, expecting to see a text saying he ran out to go get more milk or something, but there’s nothing. You sigh, typing up a message and sending it to him.

Y/N: where’d you go?

You practically jump when your phone lets out a noise, but your heart sinks when you see what it is.

Message Not Delivered. Try Again?

You sigh. That can only mean one thing: he’s on another mission. Typical Leon, disappearing in the middle of the night to go god knows where for god knows how long. The frustration bubbles up in your chest and you feel like hitting something, but you don’t. It’s not worth it.

You try to keep your mind off of his sudden disappearance by throwing yourself into chores. You wash his bedding and make his bed, then wash your own. You sweep and mop the floors and vacuum the carpets. You dust the blinds.

It doesn’t help.

Your mind keeps wandering back to the fact that he left without saying goodbye. That he woke up at some ungodly hour, saw you laying in his arms, got up and left without another word. He didn’t even leave a note. He really cares that little. 

You shake your head and even though the pit in your stomach makes you feel like not eating, you make yourself a sandwich regardless. Seeing the untouched groceries in the fridge just adds to the feeling.

Even though you know he’s not going to get it, you pull out your phone and start typing.

Y/N: do you at least know when you’ll be back?

Message Not Delivered. Try Again?

The message makes you roll your eyes. Leon fucking Kennedy.

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A week goes by, and then two, and you still hear nothing from your roommate. You send texts here and there, hoping for an answer, but none of them go through. Eventually, you start venting to him through there, too. Expressing how frustrated you are that he didn’t say goodbye, how annoying your feelings are, how sometimes you wish you didn’t know him so you didn’t have to go through this.

It’s a random Sunday night when you’re sitting on the couch, watching trash reality tv and eating snacks. It’s cold in the apartment, but you can’t be bothered to turn on the heat. Only when your arms puff up with goosebumps do you scour the room for a sweater, settling on a random one hanging on the back of a chair.

It’s Leon’s, an old one from the Police Academy. His smell floods your nose when you pull it over your head, and it's so bittersweet you don’t know if you should laugh or cry. You settle back on the couch, but a rustling at the window makes you freeze in your tracks.

It stops for a moment, and you can almost convince yourself you’ve imagined it or it’s a part of the show—until it happens again. You scramble for the remote, pausing it so you can hear better. The noise starts again, and you waste no time in hightailing it to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you.

You flop onto your bed, trying (and failing) to remind yourself that it’s just the wind. That you’re safe here. But it’s hard when it’s late and you’re tired and you’re alone and the only person you feel safe with just abandoned you.

You curl up into a ball, pulling Leon’s sweater over your mouth and inhaling the familiar scent. It’s enough to calm you down, if only for a few moments. If you close your eyes, you can almost trick yourself into thinking he’s there, and for now, that’s good enough.

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Leon knows he fucked up when he gets back to the country and turns on his phone. Almost fifty messages from you, each one more sad than the last. He wants to slap himself—why couldn’t he just grow a pair and say goodbye? Why did he have to be so noncommittal?

He reads every message on the cab ride back to the apartment, and his heart breaks for you. He didn’t think about how you would drive yourself crazy over him or how worried you must have been. All he thought about was getting the call for the mission in the middle of the night and not wanting to wake you up.

But he didn’t abandon you. He thought about you every day and god—he wishes he could have talked to you. Hearing your voice and seeing your face was enough to make everything better. With the horrors he’s seen lately, all he wants is to be back in that bed with you for one more night.

He’s quiet coming into the apartment, hoping he doesn’t wake you up or scare you. And even though he knows you’re sleeping, he’s still disappointed you’re not waiting at the door for him.

He tosses his backpack into his room and strips off all of his holsters and velcro.  He’s quiet walking down the hallway to your room and even quieter opening the door. He relaxes at the sight of you curled up in a ball. 

You look so cute and so peaceful and—is that his sweater? The sight brings a smile to his face. He closes the door behind him with a soft click, climbing into the bed next to you.

You wake up when the bed dips down and arms wrap around you. You’re so tired you don’t even care who or what it is.

“If you’re gonna kill me, can you at least let me sleep first?” You mumble.

You fully awake as soon as you hear Leon’s laugh.

“You’re back?” You say, and you hate the way your voice cracks. 

You turn around to face him, tired ocean eyes meeting yours. He nods sleepily, “‘m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. It was stupid of me.”

“It’s okay,” and it really is okay. All the resentment you felt melted away at the sight of him. 

“C’mere,” he mumbles. 

You lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him. You can hear his heart rate slow down at the contact. 

“I just—I just need you tonight.” Those are big words coming from the agent, and they leave you completely stunned. He must have seen or done something horrible while he was away for him to be this vulnerable, even with you.

“You can have me tonight.” You try to keep your voice even, “you can have me whenever you need me,”

He kisses the top of your head. “But I always need you.”

“Then I’m always yours.”

Neither of you speak after that, Leon falling into a light sleep. You stay up a while longer, watching the blond boy rest beneath you. He looks so fragile like this, you can’t imagine him fighting off monsters and handling weapons. You kiss his collarbone through his shirt and let yourself fall asleep with him. 

[gassydumbjocks]

Its Good To Be A Man

Tyler close the door and throw himself to the sofa, exhausted after a day of work thanking it was finally over. He worked at a pretty good company, but being the only gay guy in his department and having to deal with homophobes and sexist co-workers was sometimes too much for him, so he thought about watching a movie or a tv show maybe to relax and sleep.

He started to look up in his VHS Cassettes' box and soon noticed that strangely, a new one was there, it didn't got any cover or stuff, and just had written "Its good to be a man" as the only title on it, he found it weird, but then supposed perhaps that his dumb jock of a roommie got it and put it with his stuff "I've told him not to touch my things like a million times, when is that brute gotta learn"

He had to admit the curiousity was hitting him, it was probably a home made video recorded by Connor and his gross buddies, but boy... after all, he was gay, and all of Connor's friends were toned ripped jocks from the gym (with a brain of a peanut size, but hot after all)

Thinking "maybe its just their excersizes routines... guess it wouldn't hurt to see" feeling a bit of a lust mood running in his body "ok, just a couple minutes...but i swear, if its just them having a belch off, im burning this" he said.

Putting the tape in the tv player, he clicked to put the video, and all of a sudden, the typical static sound shows, then a simple white screen, making Tyler raise an eyebrow, before what seemed to be a variety show intro plays, a smiling man in a suit which he supposed was the host, along a bunch athletic shirtless men with dumb expressions who followed next to him appeared in screen.

"Good to see ya again my brothers!" The host announces "this is your program where you learn how to be real MEN", as if it was a cue, the stud-bodied-like guys all grunted and beated their chests, like they were gorillas making a chanting "Uh!, Uh!, Uh!" and flexed their arms, making the audience laugh loudly, with those cocky grins Tyler knew so well, he rolled his eyes.

Making the host laugh aswell, he patted one of them in the back "That's what i talk about" he joked "Alright folks, tonight we'll indulge into an intense session of what it means to be a man, these guys here will serve as examples in showing you all stuff boys MUST do to become the alpha macho men they truly are" he adds, then, smirking, he takes a small device from his suit pocket.

"This little thing here made sure to leave them empty headed and obey any manly command given to them, just as it'll make sure to do the same for you, ma boy" he suddenly announces.

"...The hell?" Tyler said, arching his look again as he watched them "is this some bullshit hypnosis crap or?..." he asked

"That's right, dudes! Lets begin" the host shouted. "It's time to show off around what you're made of! We'll do something primal, no pun intented" he joked "We'll now do the first category: BURPING!, so, let's hear those nice bassy burps!" he says, turning to the group of jocks, as he pressed a button of that device.

Immediatly, they started to release loud and deep monsters of burps, at unison, as if they were in trance, still with those dumb expressions, and Tyler could swear he saw how one of them got his eyes crossed with a complete fool face.

Even worse, Tyler felt a strange urge to burp himself too. He tried to resist, but the feeling was overwhelming, he rubbed his gut hoping to calm it down, but he just letted out a loud, embarrassing belch, blushing immediatly

"Wha-BOOOOUUURRP?- Is happening?!" he said between belches, a little ashamed.

"Excellent!" the host cheered. "This is what i call a manly symphony!, but we also know there is another way to do that, right?" He asks the public with a mischevous grin "FARTING is a big part in the bonding among men, so, we just have to, let it rip right?" He asked again, as he pressed that little button.

Some of the guys turned around to show their butts, other simply proceed to lift their legs, but they all did the same, at the command of "letting rip" they instantly started a worthy orchestra of simultaneous farts, each sounding grosser and deepest than the last one

Tyler was grossed out and sick, he wanted it to stop, but as he bend over a bit over to approach the tv, his butt felt the need to drop a massive, and nasty monster of a deep fart, the loudest he've ever letted out, he could feel his butt vibrating at that one, sitting normally again, horrified and trying to cover his butt with his hands.

"This-BOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPP!" He belched "Is a nightmare!..."

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTTT!!!

That last fart seemed to do something on Tyler, he kept one second silent before, turning his head to the tv again, now with a dumb and foolish grin adorning his face "hahaha, dudee, i need to quit the bean dip next timee" he said in a lower, more manly voice.

"Whew! Guys! Ok ok its enough! Hahaha" The always happy host said, as he waved his hand to make the smell go away, as the dumb bunch of men kept blasting bombs out of their butts "Geez, dont anybody here think on turning on a lighter" he said bursting in laughing, making Tyler laugh too at the stupid joke.

"But for now, this is all we got for today's emmision, bros, we're glad that you could come with us in this, stinky, foul and manly lessons that every man needs to apply in his everyday, till the next program! Boys? Would you like to wave goodbay?" he asked with a grin.

The camera showed each of them, now it was sure they all had that same cross-eyed look and dumb smiles, like Tyler did, the staff offered a can of a kind of soda to one of them, which he drank in a single gulp, before removing it from his lips "GOOOD BYEEEEAAAAUUURRRRRP!" A massive belch came out, as he succesfully burp-talked, gaining again the laughs and applause from all the people in the set.

Meanwhile with Tyler, at the same time he also relaxed his muscles, and lifted a leg as he felt some pressure in his lower abdomen, he knew very well what that meant "Bombs away!" he said proudly, before the smelly, big and long fart made its way out of his crack.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

"Hahah!" he chuckled "i think i just ruined my undies"

[thequietkid-moonie]

im, going batshit crazy... the fandoms that you have are so expanded and i love everything 😢😢😢 so ermm... indulging myself by requesting a kyouka from ouran with a cat like reader... :3

Cat like S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Ootori Kyoya ]

[ Ouran High School Host Club ]

I understand you, i just love so much all those fandoms i can't just not write for them! Feel free to send more requests when I open them again!

Kyouka isn't exactly my favorite characters but I did my best! I hope you like it

Kyoya isn't exactly someone who fall for someone easily, even getting to be his friends is rather difficult since he is more used to think about his life as a competition or measure things by their value and what he can get out of them, however its safe to say that your cat-like personality is something that have catched his attention from the start and he find it quite fascinating to some extent (not that he will admit it out loud to everyone)

Something that Kyoya finds amazing and is always happy to see is the way you always carry yourself around, you can be the most extrovertive and energetic person or even be more quiet and even shy and still your movements are graceful and elegant, its quite amusing to him seeing you walk with such elegance and being something so natural for you, he had asked you once how and why do you do it and you just say that is your natural way to walk, even if he found your answer weird he doesn't express it, besides it didn't take him much time to just love it

Something that Kyoya learn to love over time is how observant and smart you are, cats are natural hunters so you do have that instict too, being able to stay back and just watch carefully whatever had catched your attention, taking some careful steps forward until you find the perfect opportunity strike your attack, and even when you don't really kill whatever you consider your prey it kinda feels that way whenever that attack went towards him because he never liked feeling vulnerable or without the control (and you being so stealthy doesn't help at all), but over time (mainly when he finally trust you) he just learn to love that little quirk of your (and may or may not find some use for it)

Cats are really agile and fearless and that is something that will bother him a little bit, mainly if you show it by having a lot of energy, going around running and climbing like a child (but he does find quite fascinating your inmense hability to be still be graceful by it), it would bother him because he already had to deal with his friends at the host club and his partner also being kinda caotic will definetly finish with his patient, but if that agility is express by something less caotic he won't mind too much then

No matter how much time it pass, Kyoya will never stop complaining if you are too sleepy, cats normally have longs naps during the day, so if you do tent to take naps he will be bothered by it, and even so he tries to be there to watch over your sleep, making sure no one bothers you (but don't try to cuddle him or rest on his lap, he doesn't take it too well but sometimes he can't just say no to you)

Being affectionate with him doesn't work too well for him neither, he can handle being occasionally affectionate, and wouldn't mind hugging you or kissing you a few times (mainly when there is no one around or to tease you), but you clinging onto him and trying to be always with him will stress him quickly, he needs time to himself (what is already difficult for being in the host club) or just have time to relax, so he may argue or even get a little mad if you are too clingy

Kyoya doesn't make jokes about your cat-like personality, thats something that Tamaki and the twins will do but not him, he does sometimes compare you with a cat but doesn't joke much about it he has other things with which tease you anyways

[zombiigrll]

ok ok, hear me out...

Enid Rhee x Dixon!Reader??

Prompt: "...Why are you quiet?" "That's probably the most I've ever heard you talk."

So basically, where reader (either fem or gn, whatever you want) is Daryl's kid (biological or adoptive) and they're super quiet, similar to their father. Like, only speaks if spoken to. Reader and Enid are close friends and maybe after a dangerous encounter, or something angsty, reader can't keep their feelings to themselves anymore and confesses.

AAAGH i'm gonna leave it at that and give you whatever creativities you want. I literally love all your fics and your style of writing, so I hope you like this request and take it cause I would personally be thrilled to see what you come up with.

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FATHERS DAUGHTER. ⋆｡°✩ enid rhee x fem!dixon!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1.2K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ angst + fluff + friends to lovers (mostly fluff IDK WHAT TO CALL IT theres so many fanfic terms my ass is not caught up on!), reader is daryls daughter (you can interpret if its adoptive or not ), reader is quiet/monotoned, near-death situation? kissing, mostly just cute stuff with a tiny bit of angst! .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you admit your feelings out of fear. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ okay i LOVE THIS REQUEST ANON!! thank you so much!! enid is so fun to write for and this was just so fun to write AHH!! and thank you so much im so glad you like my writing, hope i did your request justice <3

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you had been staying up all night reading some book you had found on a run.

it was clear to everyone that you were a night owl. you could stay up days without being super effected by it, but that could also just be what happens after being in an apocalypse for a few years.

or, it could be that you were exactly like your father.

you were as quiet as him, had the same sleep schedule as him, everything.

anywho, you stayed up and saw the sun started rising, and thats when you remembered you and enid had a quick run together a little ways away from alexandria.

you decided to start getting ready a bit early, just to kill some time. you placed your bookmark in the gutter of the book before closing it and standing up.

the only thing differently you did from your father was that you kept all of your clothes as clean as possible. you even did his laundry sometimes. you didn't blame him though, he was a busy man. you were glad you could help in some way.

you picked a blue flannel, rib-knit tank top, and jeans.

just as you finished changing your clothes, you heard a knock at your door.

"come in." you replied monotonously.

enid opened the door, raising her eyebrow with a slight chuckle as she looked at you. "you're already ready?"

"mhm."

"did you even sleep last night?" she walked over to your bed and sat to your side.

"no. i was reading." you looked at her. your expression and voice was always quite flat, but enid never cared. she knew it was just who you are, and she'd never change a thing about you.

"of course." she nodded in response, looking at the book that laid behind the two of you. "you are your fathers daughter."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"oh, nothing bad." she nudged you in the shoulder. "you're just quiet and a night owl. just like daryl."

"yeah." you put a hand up to your shoulder, acting like it hurt with a slight smile.

"well, are you ready to head out?" enid jumped off the bed and picked her bag back up.

you nodded, standing up with her.

...

you've been driving for a little while now. like i said, the place your guys' run was located was a little ways away from alexandria.

but, you guys made it.

you parked on the side of the road and stepped out, grabbing your bag as well as holstering your gun.

you looked over to your side at enid as she stepped out of the car. you walked a bit further forward, scoping out the area.

"does it look clear so far?" enid sneaks up behind you, her iconic smile still plastered on her face.

"so far. i don't hear anything right now, but we still have quite a bit of area to look over."

she nods, stepping directly to your side. "i'm sure this run will be easy. we've never had much trouble over here." enid continues, her voice almost sounding as if she's trying to comfort you?

you shrug. "mhm."

the two of you walked throughout the forest, no signs of any walkers.

"why'd they have us go out here if theres nothing?" enid looked around, her knife in hand despite her firmly believing she wouldn't need to use it today.

"you're jinxing us."

"you believe in jinxes?" she chuckled, her mouth slightly curving up.

you look away, a bit embarrassed. you shrug your shoulders again in response.

as you step forward, you hear a crack from the woods that you guys had yet to check.

"yes, i do."

you pull your gun out and begin stepping into the woods with enid following behind you.

there was a hill at the edge of the woods with a couple of trees surrounding it. you could barely see where it ended.

you turned around at the sound of groans, and spotted quite a bit of walkers in the distance heading right your way.

but before you could think, the edge of the hill cracked beneath your feet.

"oh shit!" you screamed as you fell. enid instinctively reaches out and grabs your hand. you hit your nose on the hill as you swing down, causing it to bleed.

it was at least a 20 foot drop. you looked down as enid struggled to try and get you up.

"oh f- hold on! it'll be okay." enid tried to comfort despite her freaking out along with you. she moves her other hand to try and pull you up.

"fuck, fuck!" you panicked, the taste of iron entering your mouth as you tried reaching your other arm up to help. you helped her pull yourself up and you fell onto the ground.

"come on! we have to go!"

enid holds your hand, intertwining it with hers, to lift you up. you both begin running through the forest and past the walkers that were starting to surround the two of you, adrenaline rushing throughout both your veins.

you guys arrive back at the car, throwing yourselves into the seats and catching your breath.

without thinking, you start speaking through your breaths.

"oh man, i thought.. i thought i was going to die... i thought i was going to die, and i didn't even tell you how i love you, enid. i really love you, i-i'm sorry."

enids eyes widen, her hands still placed on her chest catching her breath as she stares at you with a reddened face.

after a moment of silence, you speak up again.

"...why are you quiet?"

"that's probably the most i've ever heard you talk."

enids expression changed into a large grin. she leans forward and pulls a rag out of her backpack. "and you didn't even care about the fact that your nose is still bleeding."

you stay sitting there as she cups your cheek, putting the rag up to your face.

she didn't respond to what you said.

did she feel the same? or did you just make a fool out of yourself?

as your nose stops bleeding, she sets it down and looks at you with a smile.

"i love you too, by the way."

before you could react, she leans forward and kisses you.

your body froze as you processed what was happening, but you finally got the courage and moved your hands up to her cheeks as you returned the kiss.

you could feel her smile under the kiss the moment your hands touched her face.

you were sure she could tell how anxious you were. that she could tell that there were butterflies in your stomach and a knot in your chest, despite the kiss being soft and delicate.

she pulled away, her mouth still curved into a smile.

you looked back at her in shock, taking in all of her features before she broke the silence.

"you're extremely red."

you choked on air as her words snapped you back to reality. "oh, shut up."

"i'm serious! you look like a cherry." she giggled, moving your hair behind your ear.

you rolled your eyes, unsuccessfully pushing away a smile. "come on..."

"wanna do it again?" she tilted her head, her hands moving down to your shoulders.

despite what seemed like a protest previously, you nodded vigorously.

she laughed and leaned in once again.

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[c0la-queen]

I absolutely LOVE your writing, it's so nice to see eddsworld content especially this good <33 can I request Tord with a very shy partner? No pressure ofc, take your time!

Thank you!!! My neurons were absolutely firing with this piece, for realsies. It may not be exaactly what you envisioned? And I was trying not to make the Reader be the stereotypical "uwu im so shy sowwy" kind of shy? You know what I mean? Either way, I hope you enjoy, and if its not quite what you wanted, PLEASE feel free to send me an inbox message letting me know !!!

Run, Rabbit, Run. | Tord x Shy! Reader

Warnings: Mostly Tord's POV, not the fluffiest? it has a happy ending, but Tord is naturally a kind of fucked-up person.

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Tord had a problem.

He doesn't have problems often, and certainly not problems he can't solve.

It wasn't every day that he wanted to be around someone - craved it. He acted like he only tolerated his roommates, kept the truth locked away under thick layers of steel.

But you. He sought you out, needed you like it ached. Your presence.

You, however, ran from him. Every time. Fled like a rabbit that had caught a glimpse of the stalking wolf. Scurried back to your burrow, safe and protected by densely packed earth. Where he could not reach you. It grinded at his patience, made him clench his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth. He walked into a room, you found an excuse to walk out. It was a constant among the chaos and unpredictability of their house.

The one thing that he needed like a dying man, and he couldn't have it. You wouldn't give it to him.

A problem.

He was going to fix this problem, if it meant the death of him.

And who was he but a stubborn man?

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His opportunity came during a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The other three were all out, running errands and such. You were still home. Doing laundry, from the sound of it. He wasn't surprised, you liked to use Sunday as the day to do your household chores, reset for the coming week - not that he had been paying attention to your habits. No. Just coincidence.

From the garage, he could hear you. The wall that his workbench sat against was one that was shared with the laundry room, so it wasn't difficult. If he sat still, focused enough, he could practically imagine it. You, in your crop t-shirt and little sleep shorts that you always wore when you did laundry. Hair pushed out of your face. Dancing along to the music that he could hear playing from your phone - doing those silly, awkward dance moves that you did when you thought nobody was looking.

He wanted to be there. It was selfish, he knew. But that little undamaged piece of him sitting in his chest longed to join you. Insert himself into the little life that you had carved out for yourself in their house. Slot his own being so nicely beside your peace and quiet. You were so… unlike him. You were soft, sweet. Like the skolebrød of his childhood. You were vanilla and sugar. Unmarred by anything horrible in the world. That self-centered part of him wanted to take. To clamp his jaws down around your hind legs and sink his teeth in when you tried to escape.

Tord was moving before he even realized it.

You had moved out of the laundry room. Your music faded as you walked further into the house. If he remembered correctly (That phrase tasted bittersweet on his tongue. As much as he craved you, he didn't want to admit how actively he was chasing you. A wolf that resented the rabbit.) you would set about doing the dishes after depositing your empty laundry basket in your bedroom.

His mouth was dry. So he moved to the kitchen. To get water. (That's what he would tell you. That's what he would tell anybody who asked.)

The switch from the garage to the house was always jarring to the senses. The garage was cold, unprotected from the autumn chill. But the house was warm. Welcoming. Safe. (You were inside.) It was like sitting under a hot shower after catching hypothermia.

He stopped in the doorway.

There you were. In the kitchen. Dishwasher open. Your smartwatch was discarded on the kitchen table alongside your phone and water bottle. Music was still playing from the device's speakers. You were, just as he guessed, wearing your crop tee and shorts. (The collar was hanging low on one of your shoulders, bearing the skin to his vision. His hands itched.) You hadn't noticed him yet. Little rabbit unaware of the danger that lurks in the forest underbrush.

It was something beautiful watching you in your own little world. In public, you were so small. Reserved. Put a cork on your personality so that nobody could truly see who you were. To you, it felt like security. If nobody had access to your identity, then nobody could take it away. Nobody could judge you. Even home, with the boys, you were less than yourself. Not to the same degree, but still limited. They didn't take offense to it, they knew it wasn't you distrusting them. It's just how you were. But here, when you thought you were alone? The cork was removed and he loved to watch the bottle overflow.

You spun on your heel and nearly dropped the bowls in your hand from how hard you flinched at the sight of him. He could see the way that you drew in to yourself, made yourself smaller.

"Oh, um, hey. Tord. I didn't… realize you were home."

There was something tight in his chest at the way you looked so nervous. You shifted in your spot, looked anywhere but at him. He wanted you to look at him.

"I am."

You only answered with a soft 'oh' before turning back to the dishwasher. He remained still, watching. Clearly, you were looking for a way out, a chance to flee. Something he wasn't going to let happen.

"I should probably-"

"You keep avoiding me."

Your head shot up, looking up at him with wide, pretty eyes. He dug his fingernails into his palms.

"What? No, no I haven't- I haven't been-"

"Do not lie to me."

It was cruel, yes, but it gave him the desired effect. You clammed up immediately. Shoulders slumped. Gave him just a little inch, but that was all he needed to take a mile. He stepped closer. You stepped back.

A snarling, drooling, hungry wolf, closing in on its prey.

Your back hit the counter. He stepped forward again.

A trembling little rabbit, cornered with nowhere to go.

He stopped a foot away from you.

"I have tolerated this for months. For months I have watched you run from the sight of me alone. As if the very idea of being in the same room as me is too much for you to bear. Do you even have any idea what you do to me? Do you know how it kills me?"

He could feel the way that you tensed up. A spike of anger stuck into his chest, burning hot. You weren't looking at him. You were looking at your shoes again. He forced his words out of his throat in the form of a growl.

"For fuck's sake, look at me. Look at- Look. At. Me."

Frustration boiled over, bubbling and spilling over the sides of the pot and he wasn't able to put the lid on it fast enough. He reached up and grabbed your jaw, holding it firmly between his index and thumb. Forced your eyes to focus on him. Only him.

A sick part of him preened at the little gasp that came out of your throat.

But you kept your eyes on him. Good girl.

"Tell me why you have been avoiding me."

His voice was softer now. He hated how much pain he could hear in it. How it trembled. He had hoped you wouldn't notice. But you did. Your mouth opened. Then closed. You swallowed thickly. Then you spoke.

"I thought…. thought you didn't like me."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Him? Not like you? How could you think that? He could only hate you as much as a hunter hates Mother Earth for blessing him with food.

"You just… always seem so.. annoyed at me whenever I try to talk to you. And you never really… really talk back.. Just kinda… give short answers. I thought you found me annoying. I didn't want to keep annoying you. So I just… just backed off…."

He took a moment to process that. Let it all sink in.

He couldn't help it.

Tord began to laugh.

Through his laughter, he noticed you pout, heard a soft whine leave you. A groan ripped through his laugh at the sight. As if his body was working on autopilot, he surged forward. Pressed his lips to yours. He felt your gasp against his lips, then felt your melt into the kiss. You kissed back.

When his oxygen began to run short, he pulled away. Not too far, though. Kept his forehead pressed flush to yours. Took in the sight of you. You, panting softly, lips swollen from the kiss. Looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I have never hated you, kjære. I am… aloof. I have a resting bitch face. You are not the first person I have unnerved. But.. you are the first that I have wanted to be close to. If you would have me."

Courtesy. Formality. Tord was a stubborn man, and when he managed to get a taste of blood, he clamped his jaws down tight and didn't let go.

And this rabbit laid down in his teeth willingly.

You smiled.

"I'd like that. Yeah."

[dootdootwriting]

HIHIHI IDK IF URE STILL TAKIJG REQUEST BUT IF U ARE, ATUSHI,DAZAI AND RANPO MAKING READER CRY? (gender neutral or fem is great if that’s okayyy) TAKE CARE 😘💞💓 make sure ure eating drinking sleeping and all that jazz 🫶🫶

featuring: atsushi; dazai; ranpo (separately tw: mild descriptions of violence/injury in atsushi's part, crying, dazai typical suicide jokes/discussion of them in his part, "angel" as a pet name, swearing (from me) type: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort pronouns used: none (no use of "belladonna") (dazai flirts with another woman but god dammit that man is BISEXUAL. reader is gn) a/n: YIPPEEE THREE OF MY BEST BOYS!! and tysm im actually coming down with some kindof sickness my dad has covid so i hope its. not that LMAO but thank you <333 i'm going to bed after i write this!

under the cut for length <3 i may have gotten a LITTLE carried away with dazai DHAGHDG

ATSUSHI

is it even possible for this dude to make you cry, genuinely? he's such a caring boyfriend that he second guesses just about everything he says in case it could somehow offend you

it's partially adorable and partially annoying

so, him hurting you is pretty much out of the question. so how the hell does this sweetheart end up making you cry??

by getting hurt

he gets beaten within an inch of his life in yet another accidental run-in with akutagawa, and you have to drag him out of that situation as fast as you can, carrying him all the way to the ada

kunikida opens the door, notices your tear-stained face first and then atsushi's limp body flung over your shoulder, and calls for yosano immediately. she arrives in under three seconds, scooping him up and rushing him to her infirmary.

and now, all you can do is wait

hours after the incident, after yosano informs everyone that he'll most likely pull through, you try to get some work done. but with your boyfriend having just nearly been killed, it's pretty much impossible.

ranpo is so worried about how distressed you look that he offers you a pocky stick. you accept it and eat it, but it doesn't taste like anything.

your thanks is half-hearted.

you're sitting there in front of your google doc, eyes tired and red from sobbing earlier. there are three words written on what's supposed to be an incident report. kunikida sighs, pats you on the back, and takes your laptop away from you, telling you he'll take care of it.

that's when yosano gently re-enters the main room, calling you over

atsushi is sitting upright in bed, eyes misty. as soon as he sees you, he tries to sit up even more. yosano snaps at him.

the thing you want to do more than anything is jump into his arms and cry into his chest, but you don't want to risk hurting him even more. so, instead, you opt to gently sit on the edge of his bed and wrap your arms around him.

both of you start crying again, and atsushi promises he'll be more careful next time.

DAZAI

oh good lord . what did he do this time

jokingly flirting with yet another woman and asking if she'll do a double suicide with him again? yeah, that'll do it.

as always, his newest mark turns him down, skittering away as quickly as possible. you don't blame her.

"how come you keep asking people to commit suicide with you?"

"hm?" he doesn't seem to understand, flashing you that head-empty smile. he's completely enamored with you, you can tell, but then... why is he still up to his stupid habits?

"i mean, you're with me now. are you still really looking for someone to die with you?"

"well, you keep saying no, so what am i supposed to do~?"

it's a joke, you can tell. it's always a joke, except when it isn't, and with dazai, really, who can tell?

you don't want him to run off and end his life with some lady he met fifteen minutes ago. and they all reject him anyway, but what if, one day, one of them doesn't? would he be caught off guard and admit he was teasing? or would he not even miss a beat and actually go through with it?

the thought of him just leaving you without warning is so distressing, your eyes start to tear up. you thought you were done with this.

immediately, dazai notices. his eyebrows furrow and his expression immediately sobers.

"hey, angel, what's wrong?"

through tears, you have to explain everything to him. how much he means to you, and how little you feel that it seems that he could throw you and the rest of his life away at the drop of a hat. how you can never tell if he's joking, if he means it, if he's teasing. how much you just want him to stay with you and never leave.

he's taken aback. for a fraction of a second, dazai's eyes widen and he's left at a complete loss for words.

of course, as always, he regains his composure almost immediately, pulling you in as close as he can to his chest and rubbing circles into your back.

"i thought you knew you meant too much to me for me to do that," he murmurs, his voice as low and soothing as he can muster. "i'm so sorry, i didn't realize how much this was bothering you. i won't do it anymore, i promise. and you never have to worry about me leaving you like that. i can't just throw all this away! you're everything."

and he holds you like that for as long as you need before taking you back home.

RANPO

this man and his fucking candy i swear to god

it's always a bargain with him. you want a kiss? okay, but you owe him a lollipop. hugs? while he's working? you'd better have a cookie ready.

honestly, it's almost as if he's doing it just for you. like he doesn't love the affection just as much as you do, if not even more

ranpo enters every request of him with the mindset of it being a trade. instead of both of you receiving a kiss, it's your request, so he deserves something in return.

it's stupid is what it is (in a complete contrast to ranpo himself)

"i'm not giving you a lollipop, ranpo. you either get a hug, or you don't."

"fine, i guess i don't then. suit yourself." he spins his chair back around and gets back to typing, making a point of only using his index fingers to go as slowly as possible

"this is stupid, ranpo."

he swivels back around, his eyes open and giving you one of the most piercing expressions you've seen from him thus far.

"stupid? it's not stupid, it's just the way i do things. if you want a hug so bad, go to kunikida for all i care. besides, you should know better. if my own way sounds stupid to you, that means you're the dumb one. i'm just taking advantage of an opportunity; nobody said you had to get all fussy about it. just get back to work and leave me alone."

it stings! i mean, this is your boyfriend, who, despite being selfish at times, is usually one of the sweetest and most caring people you've met. just because of a lollipop? and you're the stupid one?

you feel like crying.

oh. you are crying?

you hadn't even noticed, and you weren't even sure why - this type of thing was usually something you should be able to suck up and give ranpo the silent treatment about.

but you're crying?

ranpo notices from the corner of his eye, and immediately feels insanely guilty

so of course he makes a show out of it.

"wait! there's something wrong! something doesn't add up!"

he stands up on his chair, procuring his glasses from his pocket and flashily but delicately placing them on his face.

"my lovely partner is crying! which can only mean one thing. it seems... in this singular, incredibly improbable situation... i, the world's greatest detective.... am wrong!"

he drops back down to sit cross legged on his chair again, puting his glasses back into his pocket.

"i'm really sorry, i didn't think this would upset you so much. i'll give you as many hugs as you want from now on."

[cheesiestburger]

Together

꩜ Part 1 ꩜ Part 2 (you're here!) ꩜

Pairing: barbarian bakugou x reader warnings: none, reader and katsuki are both 15 in this part wc: 1.1k a/n: fantasy au, constructive criticism is welcomed, sorry this is so late, literally had 0 motivation for AGES. idk if its writers block or what, but i hope you enjoy taglist: @lovra974 , @nemisimp

𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜

It had been a week since the Jurzac chief had declared war upon your father, and the tension has not left since. You had been busy getting everything packed up to move, from cattle to campfires, tents to —. Your servant, Lottie, had actually been a good help- packing up your own things, so you didn't have to worry about getting round to it, as well as running general errands you couldn’t seem to find much time for. You had to admit she has grown on you, now that she seems to be settling in a bit more, even through the stress of it all. 

Your father has been gone. He left the morning after the feast, leaving you to prepare everything- giving you a set of instructions to get everyone ready to move- but that's all he said. He never said where you were going, or even when he would be back, just that when he was, the whole tribe would be leaving within 15 minutes.

It had been troubling you very much, usually when he was off leading raids or commanding attacks, he would give you even a rough estimation on how long he would be gone, and even send letters if it was a particularly long time.

‘ Y/N?’ Lotties voice brought you out your thoughts, reminding you that you were currently sat in your tent, on the floor (all your things had been packed up for a few days now, leaving only a bag for your personal items and a sleeping bag), surrounded by pieces of parchment, quills, and your bag, ready to all be put in there if need be. ‘Are you alright?’

You sigh, your back aching as you sit up straight, ‘yes, i-’ you pause, thinking for a moment. ‘Yes. this is just stressful as hell’ you laugh at yourself, ‘has he sent any word?’

Lotties face lights up ‘well… not really, but…’ she stops, and you hear footsteps approaching your tent, stopping just beside lottie, behind the tent opening. Lottie smiles as she steps to the side, allowing the person to bring themself into view.

‘Dad!’ you jump up and run over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he grins and lifts you off the ground.

‘Hey kid’ he says, still grinning. ‘How's things been around here? Are we ready to go?’ he looks around at your scattered things.

‘Fine. things have been fine. Everything has been done and everyones ready to leave as soon as the tents are packed.’ 

‘How are you?’ he puts you down, his hands on your shoulders, eyes softening as he looks at your face. He was hunched over as he stood, so he could have a closer look at your face. You had dark circles under your eyes, like you hadn't been sleeping well for a while.

‘Im fine, Dad. really. Just a little tired’ you smile up at him 

He takes his hand and strokes your cheek affectionately. ‘Of course, my little firecracker’ he grins before standing up straight and putting his arm around your shoulders ‘come then! we must be leaving.’

You loaded your horse with your belongings, while your dad left to make sure everyone else was doing the same, he returned 10 minutes later holding 2 apples, with a massive grin plastered on his face.

‘I am proud, Y/N, you have done excellently’ he declared. "Are you ready to go?’

 You confirmed that you were and everyone set off. You looked back at your previous campsite; a now desolate field, surrounded by its fruit trees and patches of dying grass from where tents and storage was set up. You had liked this area, and were a little sad to be leaving it so soon, but you easily brushed the feeling off: you were a barbarian; you never stayed in one place. It was your way of life.

Dregris never said to anyone where the tribe was headed to- in fact he said little at all, aside from small conversations with you, your father was unusually quiet in the week you travelled. Perhaps his own thoughts clouded his mind; strategies, directions on where to go, food rations- or maybe it was the atmosphere; everyone was on edge, hands often clutched around axes and swords, expecting an ambush at every corner.

But the ambush never came and your journey was uneventful, aside from a large red dragon that passed overhead a few times, casting the ground beneath it in a dark shadow. Everytime it did, the tribe became a little less tense. Dragons have an almost god-like status to all the barbarian tribes, as it is believed each tribe descended from them, and each tribe comes from a different type; your tribe, the Atrio tribe, is descended from the dragons who lived within forests and mountains: earth dragons, giving your tribe colours of greens, browns and some blues.

On your seventh day of travel, your father stopped everyone outside a wall of twisted thorny branches so dense you couldn't see to the other side. He then pulled out a wooden bird whistle from his pocket and blew through it, and once he did, the branches untangled themselves and made an opening that led to a tunnel made of pure stone, as though it had been carved into the side of a mountain.

‘Stay beside me Y/N’ your father told you before turning his horse to address the rest of the tribe, giving them instructions to follow behind the two of you i pairs, so as to not cause a blockage.

You looked over your shoulder to Lottie and whispered for her to get on your horse, she didn't have one of her own  and you wanted to keep an eye on her in case she tried to run. She was scared, you could tell, and worried she might take the chance while everyone was distracted. She was still just a village girl, after all. Lottie hopped on behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

‘I've never been on a horse before’ she muttered to you ‘are you sure i won't fall?’

‘Not if you keep holding on’ you muttered back

Once out of the tunnel, you were revealed to a massive area, surrounded by the same rock the tunnel you passed through was made of. Looking around you see that there are 3 tribes already set up with tents and livestock, the different members mingling and laughing together. Three people approach you, you recognise them as the Bakugous.

‘Welcome!’ Mitsuki called over to us, followed by her husband and son

‘Bakugous!’ your father shouted back, embracing the adults and messing katsukis hair ‘ Ihope you are ready?’

‘Almost, I just need to sharpen my axe’ Mitsuki shot a knowing glance at the two males, you and Katsuki frowning at them.

‘Huh? Where are you going?’ the boy demanded

‘To battle? The war? Honestly how dense are you’ his mother laughed, your father chuckling with her

‘Yes, we three are leaving to battle.’ your father eyes you and katsuki ‘we must go to ensure there are no slip ups and we hear about things as soon as they happen. This means you two will be left in charge.’

‘But what about any other tribe leaders?’ you gesture to the other tribes set up around you ‘wont there be at least 1 leader staying here? Or perhaps an older heir?’ your tone sounds a little panicked, even to your ears. You've never done anything like this before- what if you mess things up?

‘Hush child, you will be fine’ Mitsuki answers you ‘all other tribe leaders are to leave with us, they must command their own warriors- and all the other heirs are over 17; they are old enough to come and have all chosen to.’

You glance at Katsuki to see his reaction to this, only to see he was reacting as though he had been told to clean dishes. Did he not realise the responsibility in this? How childish you think to yourself, quickly realising that you will most likely be taking on most of the work.

Days pass and your father waves goodbye, leaving you (and katsuki) in charge of many mothers, children, the injured, and those too old to fight anymore; and true to your prediction, you have been taking on most of the work.

Katsuki prefers to spend his days out with friends: training, exploring the surrounding area, anything really- only helping a little with things that he deemed ‘not boring’ or entails little work at all. You,on the other hand, have been making sure things run smoothly for those left behind; instructing groups to set up paddocks for livestock, organising placement of tents, generally making your new home more functioning and workable. It was frustrating to say the least, katsuki seemed not to take being in charge very seriously, which meant you were taking all of the workload.

Hopefully he picks up some slack soon enough.

𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜

[yunxi-11085]

Little intricates to treasure

Yanqing & Reader w/ Jing Yuan (platonic)

this is my headcanon but I want yanqing n reader being childhood friends and they are inseparable yk?? super adorable and maybe a vv mischievous pair

this is all platonic/young love as yanqing is not of age n please do not be+think sexual stuff when reading this. this is part of my incorrect prompts post!( you can find it on my pinned post++) I just had a rlly cute idea so Im continuing it yee!!

soooo let's start shall we~~

yanqing and you are an inseperable pair, the locals of the Xianzhou alliance are so used to both of your little tricks and mischievous acts that they just sigh and awe at the cute sight.

I mean who can dare yell at the general's most treasured liutenant? but no one can admit aloud that they think you two are really cute. the way both of you are whispering (but they can still hear you) about your little plan and the way you execute it is super obvious but they still play along with your little acts

yanqing would bring you to places while holding hands, he'd be super excited and run around when he buys new swords! you both would sit down and he would ramble til sunset about how the sword is designed and the handiwork he likes. and his eyes lit up whenever you agree with him too

it's funny n weird to imagine that yanqing will be as tall and bulky when he grows up, just like the general. if young boys could preserve their youth and cuteness longer...

speaking of the general, when you first met Jing yuan you were super scared, especially because this lion of a man was standing so tall in front of you—but you're now getting used to him being crazy over cats to worry about him killing you or crushing you in one step.. why were you scared abt that btw??

so one day yanqing wakes up with an idea.. he runss to you and starts talking about his plan. the general would be out today to sort some things and yanqing wanted to mess with his chess pieces!

he so wanted to get revenge to the general every time they play chess, because the general keeps eating his chess pieces without him noticing!

so his plan was to paint some of the generals chess pieces to black, because the general uses the white chess and yanqing just thought to paint them. as if the general won't notice how hes missing one chess piece when they start playing

you were skeptical because of the aforementioned possibilities... plus a normal chess would have 32 pieces with 16 per side, an advanced player like Jing yuan could tell from the start.

but the lil puppy eyes yanqing gives you— and then somehow you are seated in the private garden of the general (how is this sneaky?!) with a chess set and black ink in front of you.

I'm pretty sure the punishment this time won't just be the allowance cut in half...

anyhow you both start, but the ink had to be wet— yanqing just bought dry ink somewhere. so, with the strength of two teens you brought a bucket or two to start.

at this point you both are not painting chess pieces, you're writing a whole letter of apology and discipline

you just hope yanqing knows how to hold a brush.

turns out, he does not. it becomes a dark mess within minutes, and your hands and clothes are all dark with ink, and yanqing isn't all better as well

now its a real mess.

sucks for you but, Jing yuan arrives

I need to sleep now aaaaa

[itzmshadow]

Okay guys I'm doing something different I have a story that's been collecting dust and I want to share it with you guys cause I just love yous guys sm

Also just don't judge I was prolly sleep deprived when I made it- (I love writing I'm trying to get back into it though so-)

Also adding a headcannon here before we start- time steve uses those really cutesy nicknames like dear and honey just because he is defintly that silly (nicknames reserved for Sabre only❗️❗️)

COTTAGE DUO FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE OF ANGST <333

Enjoy please

'It was getting pretty dark wasn't it' Sabre thought to himself after finishing some notes for a future meeting that's happening in a couple days with the other leaders about random problems that are happening around the kingdom.

He looked around his room that was slowly being covered in light shades of orange yellow and reds as the sun set further across the horizon he looked around and realized that his room was way too quiet.

Him and time shared a room so there was usually a ticking noise from the clock mask time wore on his head or from the pocket watch he keeps in his coat pocket but now it's just silence which made Sabre worry about time. Times an adult he shouldn't be worrying about him but he can't help but be worried. That's just how he is, he's normally always tense, he's scared of anything loud and sudden, he's scared that time is going to find every single one his flaws and end up hating him or believing that he is still apart of the darkness.

He laid his elbows on the table in front of him and laid his head in his arms to overthink everything that could be happening right now outside of this safe comforted bedroom.

What if sol broke out of jail and started a riot in the middle of the kingdom  where time was trapped in the middle of the crowds slowly being trampled- or what if there was a sudden seige and since he wasn't in the actual castle part he wouldn't know to defend the castle until its too late and the leaders end up kicking him out because he wasn't there to help them-

His spiraling was interrupted by something touching his shoulder making him jump up and hit his head on whatever was behind him- behind him something was behind him.

He flies around in a panic ready to fight whoever was trying to get to him only to find the same person he was just worrying about holding his nose in pain.

"Time!" He runs up to him and raises a shaky hand to try and help only to take a step back in fear of hurting him again. "I'm- im sorry time I thought you were something else I hurt you I'm so sorry"

Time finally raised his head after checking if his nose was bleeding, it wasn't it just hurt like hell, and took a step forward to grab Sabres shaking hand and hold it up to his face so Sabre had to look up at time.

"You didn't hurt me, I'm the one who snuck up on you, which was a mistake on my part, it wasn't your fault you were thinking and I inturuppted" time pulled Sabre closer to him.

Sabre shakes his head, "no I'm I should be over this, sol is in jail and there was no reason for me to freak out like I did I'm sorry"

Time lifts Sabres hand and kisses it, "Sabre dear, I know you didn't mean to freak out but out of all people I think you deserve to, your so strong its honestly sometimes kind of scary" time softly laughs at that as does Sabre.

"You put up all these walls to protect everyone around you when everyone around you wants to protect you, you've taken care of us for so long let us take care of you" time lifts Sabres head to look him in the eyes and smiles softly then leans in to kiss his forehead.

"I love you darling, I hope you know that" Sabre nods and sniffles as if he was just crying, he was but you wouldn't catch him dead before he admits that, even though time knew.

"Cmon have you eaten anything today sabre?" The brunette shakes his head and Burries it in times chest shaking his head. "M not that hungry" time nods and slowly pulls Sabre towards their shared bed setting him down. " since it's been a hard day I'll let dinner slide but your getting loving time made breakfast tomorrow, alright?"

Sabre laughs and nods then leans into times chest who sits behind Sabre and slowly leans back until his back hits the bed and soon Sabre is just laying on top of him as time plays with his hair.

" I love you Sabre and I want you to know, no matter what happens I'll be here for you and take care of you the way you have taken care of everyone else"

The two lay together like that for the time being until Sabre eventually fall asleep on time steve making the older smile down on him.

The two stayed like that with time running his fingers through Sabres hair and he ended up falling asleep holding onto to Sabre.

[the-amazing-wonderss]

hihi!! i hope both of ur guys day is going good! This is my first time requesting so im a little nervous i read ur rules over like ten times (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) can u pls do Kou, Nene, and Hanako reading their s/o a bedtime story >w< ty in advance :3

A/N: Omg hihi its been awhile since we last posted but we're here and alive still~!! Oh and also If it makes you feel any better, this is actually our first ask 😭??? So we're really excited and decided to have both of us write for it, aren't you a lucky anon?! Anyways I hope you like it! ⎯ Mod ☠️ Omg...a request...Hello! ^^ We added Mitsuba to the list, I felt like a silly fella while writing for him. His brain makes me insane. ANYWAY, I actually didn't write angst. I can't remember the last time I did that. Enjoy~ ⎯ Mod👻 (if tumblr eats this again, I will cry)

Content: Fluff, slight angst if you squint in Hanako and Mitsuba's part, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'prince' and 'princess' being used. Summary: Reading their s/o a bedtime story

Characters: Nene, Hanako, Mitsuba, Kou

A story about a girl who gets saved by her prince, not in an ideal way like she wanted it to be, but nonetheless, still fell for them anyways. ⎯ Once upon a time I had my eyes set out for a fairytale of my own, wanting to feel like a hopeless romantic with the person of my dreams. But to think that the person I've been dreaming of was actually beside me this whole time... Perhaps instead of me, it was them that was hopeless in the end.

It was during when you stayed over at her house and weren't able to sleep, that she suggested she'd tell you some of the latest stories she's been reading about. Some that you've already heard of (either from her already mentioning it before or seeing it in the media) while others not so much.

When NENE talks about her stories she's very enthusiastic about it. Happy to even have someone listening to her rant on and on about something she's been dying to talk about for awhile, but it's even more special when it's her S/O ⎯ especially if they were the ones to ask her first before she even got the chance to herself.

Her stories lean more towards romance for obvious reasons. Loving the tropes to the story is one thing, but another would be because of how she likes to imagine herself in those sort of scenarios. Embarrassed to even admit it out loud, though it's already clear why she likes them so much.

And although at first she was telling the stories to you to get you to fall asleep, it sometimes ends with you staying up a little later due to her getting a tad bit carried away.

Oh but if you do end up falling asleep right before her? You won't ever see or hear about it, unless you were pretending to be asleep, but Nene is definitely the type to give you a shy goodnights kiss. Feeling brave only because you were asleep, but if not, she'd totally cover her face as she fumes at how embarrassing it is to get caught in her sly act.

A story about a commoner boy who had a princess that loved him dearly, despite his backstory and everything he deemed as 'unworthy' of their love, nothing ⎯ not even his words, could sway their view of him. ⎯ Time and time again you run and hide from me. Behind that wall of doubt and insecurities there's something that you clearly don't see in yourself that I adore so much. When will you finally come to terms and see things my way? Love yourself as much as I love you.

It's weird how you decided to nap in the bathroom. Especially his bathroom where he's poking you constantly until you tell him off.

When HANAKO is reading you a story, he has you sleeping and leaning against his shoulder. His hand occasionally shifting your head back in place when he notices you nodding off or about to fall, or maybe even just doing it to use it as an excuse to pat your head ⎯ who knows? Clearly not you.

But the types of stories Hanako tends to read to you depends entirely on his mood. Whenever he's feeling like a jokester, he'd tell you horror stories just to see your scared reaction as you cling onto him ⎯ or when he's feeling a little solemn, he'd tell the sort of fairytale that ends with bad endings to them.

Differing between those two genres the most. But on the more rarer occasions, does he switch it up to something else.

Something odd, something you wouldn't even expect from him. Something ... that perhaps convey how he really feels but is too afraid to admit it out loud? It honestly depends up to you to actually catch onto it. If not? Then you probably won't ever hear that story again from him.

A story where a ghost finds a human and wishes to stand by their side ⎯ A story where death will not part them, for they belong together. ⎯ I keep thinking that I could be good enough for you - that you could love me as more than 'friends', maybe I am a bit selfish for thinking this. Not that I could ever say it to your face.

Someone decided to be nice today and bless you with a sleepover!! At your own house of course.

MITSUBA didn't plan on reading to you but you told him a few stories of your own. He wasn't sure why he did it. Perhaps it was the smile on your face every time you started reading to him, so he returned the favor.

He wasn't sure what to read until he came up with his own idea. A short story about a ghost, since he knew that firsthand. A story with a ghost about falling in love with a human, a story he...

As he told the story, he could see your smile slowly disappear, almost as if you realized he was the ghost in the story.

"The ghost never told them how he felt."

And that was the last thing he said before being engulfed in your arms. He knew this feeling - he's felt it before. That warm feeling.

The feeling of love.

The feeling of an old memory.

A story where the knight doesn't get the girl ⎯ oh...I guess this is a different ending. A story where the knight gets the prince, and they live a happy life. ⎯ I didn't change the ending! This is how it was meant to be! I...I suppose if you prefer for the knight to not fall for the prince then...Huh? You liked it?!

KOU brought a book of short stories over to your house. He was super excited to be able to stay the night.

Unfortunately for him, you had the same book and it just so happened to be your favorite!

Kou told the story as it was written for a bit.

Until he got to the end.

The story was meant to end with the prince marrying a princess but Kou couldn't bring himself to say it. Perhaps it was because he was never the prince. He was always second.

But it seemed that you didn't mind. It does get a bit boring reading the same story over and over again, and you did like listening to Kou talk.

"I'm...really happy you liked it." He says, almost struggling to get the words out as you blush and smile.

Maybe this really was his story, and that's why he rewrote the ending. Well, you can't say it's impossible for that ending to happen.

[slytherinshua]

CALIFORNIA LOVE

genre. kinda just summer love w doy thoughts. fluffy but also a bit angsty. warnings. jealousy. lots of kissing. drinking. i don't usually write in present tense so if there are mistakes im so sorry i tried to proofread but i’m tired 😭 pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 663. request. no. a/n. this is all @eternalgyu's fault that i'm writing for nomad now but srsly doy has me in a chokehold its not funny but also sangha is fighting for bias spot SO???

waking up completely hung over with doeui, hearing the murmured curses that falls from his mouth as the splitting headache hits you both at the same time. as soon as you look at each other, all you can do is just laugh and huddle closer under the blankets, alternating kisses on the other’s forehead to soothe the headaches. memories from the previous night are foggy, but all you really care about is being next to him and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath you.

after you sleep for a bit longer and wake up for the second time in the late morning, doeui runs to the store to get hangover medication and pizza. everything about the morning is lazy and unplanned, just the two of you in each other’s company until the party starts later in the day.

doeui loves how you look in his oversized shirt when he comes back from the store; your hair a mess, but your eyes shining with excitement whenever you look at him. you share the pizza, taking turns feeding each other and sneaking in kisses before you get properly dressed for going out. 

except doeui’s idea of properly dressed still involves an open summer shirt exposing his abs and toned chest. it’s perfect attire for the beach, but you can’t help but stare a bit. he can’t complete the outfit without your pearl bracelet and necklace, and in return, you steal his black cap.

drinks, games, skateboarding, swimming, sports, dares— all of the classic summer things that you could indulge in are present at every party. and it lasts for hours. you spend most of the time on the opposing team from your boyfriend, giving him teasing looks and boasting every time you won. you’ll never admit that you purposely got a little touchy with sangha just to get doeui jealous, but you couldn’t deny it either. you wouldn’t have if you hadn’t caught one of the girls staring a bit too closely at his open shirt.  

it works like a charm, from the way he pulls your wrist as soon as the game of beach volleyball is finished. when he’s sure that he’s led you out of sight of his friends, his lips find yours faster than you could speak. it’s rushed and a bit rougher than how he normally kisses you, but it’s exactly the reaction you were hoping for when you did everything you could to rile him up. when he’s satisfied with the way he’s smeared your lipgloss and slightly messed up your hair, he mutters a quick, “you’re mine” before he joins the group again, making sure you were on his team for the next round.

as the sun sets, you gather around a cooler of drinks and popsicles. you steal sips of doeui’s beer throughout the time when you’re all laughing and telling stories. he doesn’t mind. each time he catches you reaching for his can, he feels even fonder of you. but he still drinks some of your cider to make things even.

when the sun sets completely and the rest of the friend group leaves, it’s just you and doeui still sitting together on the sand, listening to the waves lap at the shore and feeling the slight chill of the wind. you lean closer to him when he rests a finger under your chin, allowing him to press soft kisses to as much skin as he could reach on your face. his breath feels warm despite how cold the air is, and you think you could easily be able to stay like this forever.

but all good things must come to an end, and for you and doeui, it ends gradually like the summer turning to fall. as the weather gets cooler, so do your hearts. doeui still thinks back to that summer love every time he looks at your pearl necklace that hangs from his car mirror, longing for one more chance to kiss you.

↳ nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,,

[mikasas-biggestwhore]

Attack on Titan characters and their butts ‼️‼️‼️‼️

This was a random conversation between me and a friend of mine and I decided that our opinions needed to be shared with the world!

Characters: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha

Hope y’all enjoy 💜

Eren Yeager

— I’m sorry to the Eren fans but brotha is flatter then flat. Flatter then the floor type of flat-

— HE’S GOT A INVERTED BOOTY TYPE OF FLAT😭

— Like Eren doesn’t even have fat on his butt. It’s all completely just bone so you know that poor boy is in pain whenever he manages to fall on his ass

— If you smacked his ass aint shit gonna happen and your hand is just gonna hurt. Feels like you just smacked a rock bruh

— It gets worse guys

— Eren can’s throw it back to save his life.

— You might be like “What’s the point if he doesn’t have a ass?” Okay sure but even if you don’t got a ass it’s still nice to know how to throw it back

— ITS GETS EVEN WORSE.

— He’s tried but that poor boy is more lost then Dora the Explorer

— And before y’all start arguing the proof is all in that once scene where Eren meets up with Floch and Floch hands over that jacket to Eren.

— HIS BUTT IS MERGED WITH HIS BACK GUYS. IM SORRY.

Armin Arlert

— Okay see against popular believe Armin 100% has a fatty

— He has a very plush and squishy ass. He has the the type of ass that you could lay your head on and you would have the best sleep of your life

— He also has some jiggle along with all that plush booty. Like it definitely has its own little bounce when he walks around and whatnot

— IF YOU SMACKED HIS ASS YOU WOULD GET THE MOST SATISFYING SOUND EVER.

— See Armin has all that booty and doesn’t even know how to use it. On top of that he’s completely unaware of the fact that he has a very nice ass

— Like when he’s running upstairs or jumping around, he’s confused asf why everyone is struggling to breath. It’s because DAMN THAT ASS IS FAT

— Side note: Armin has the second biggest fatty in the survey corps ⭐️

Mikasa Ackerman

— MIKASA HAS A NICE ASS

— Okay see she definitely has a fatty but it’s a firm kinda butt. She works out and is a very muscular woman so it makes sense for her.

— I hope this also makes sense but it’s also plush but not pillow worthy like Armin’s. Like you could use it as a pillow but it’s the kinda pillow you gotta fool around with before being happy with

— Sadly Mikasa does not have any jiggle because like I said before she’s muscular. So why her ass is fat it will not bounce

— Does Mikasa know how to throw it back? Of course she does. She’s fucking Mikasa Ackerman. Oh and she throws it alright

— She could kill somebody with that ass. This is not a issue though because Mikasa is a aware that she has a ass but she never uses it at all

— Such a waste :(

— Side note: please don’t slap her ass she’ll break your hand and arm. I know from experience 🤕(I’m delusional as all hell.)

Jean Kirstein

— Got me apologizing again except this time to the Jean stans

— Jean is as bad as Eren bro

— They are both painfully flat like the only difference is that Jean got a smidge more fat then Eren does

— If you smacked his ass, it would still feel like hitting rocks regardless. I'm sorry guys.

— If it makes y'all feel better Jean knows how to throw it back. He probably figure it out by accident somehow 💀

— It’s just that he’s ass at throwing ass. So he doesn’t do it a lot it all

— He’s just embarrassed to do it because he’s really trying his best but he’s practically as bad as Eren-

— He wouldn’t be caught dead shaking his ass in public but if he was messing around with just Sasha and Connie he is definitely twerking

— They support him the whole time <3

— He’s twerking horribly but he’s got the spirit. (He hates to admit it but he asks Connie for tips)

Connie Springer

— Guys unfortunately Connie is also apart of the flatty patty party with Eren and Jean

— HOWEVER Connie absolutely works with it

— HIM AND SASHA THROW IT BACK TOGETHER ALL THE TIME

— Connie does it as a joke really because he is aware that he doesn't have anything but that is not gonna stop him at all

— When Connie twerks ain’t shit moving but you can’t tell him that

— He will throw his ass like he has the fattest ass on this earth and will swear up and down that his ass gave a little jiggle when he moved it a certain way

— Connie’s ass possibly giving a little jiggle has definitely caused arguments between Sasha and Connie 💀

— “Dude did you guys see that?! My ass jiggled! My ass is basically as big as Sasha’s!”

Sasha Braus

— Let’s get one thing straight

— THIS GIRL GOT THE TWO B’S (BOOTY AND BOOBS)

— Like outta all the girls in the servey corps she got them all beat.

— Another thing is that Sasha is fully aware of what she has and happily uses her gift from God. (That’s how she fr rizzed up Niccolo)

— Her thing is that she loves to act clueless around everyone knowing good and well they are all suffering as she runs up stairs

— Truthfully she does it because she thinks it’s absolutely hilarious. Watching someone face turn red of them getting choked up because she bent over really give her a kick

— Now see Sasha’s ass is on the same level with Armin’s. Her ass is very plush and soft enough to be pillow for you to rest your head and have a heavenly sleep

— Does it jiggle? FUCK YEA IT DOES

— Sasha’s ass does a little bounce with each step she takes while walking. LORD HAVE MERCY WHEN SHES TAKING THE STAIRS

— Sasha gonna hurt them with the type of ass she has

— STAN BIG BOOTY SASHA ✊🏽

Y’all Imma have to make a part 2 ✋🏽😭

All this booty talking got me wanting to eat a piece of cake because gahdamn

[icypenguin]

★~ Xiao Headcanons

it seems that you guys liked the first one so im gonna make another one! this one will take place is teyvat. enjoyyy!!!

note!!: f/n = flower name

- almond tofu are a must! its now a part of your daily routine to make xiao atleast 1 of it everyday.

- if it’s a gloomy day, you and xiao will stargaze at wangshu inn and talk about things that happened that day.

- you are his number 1 priority! whenever you call him, he will appear as fast as a lightning. he never gets late, especially if it’s you who’s calling.

- cuddles? i supose xiao is still warming up to lovey-dovey things like this. you got to make the first move cuz he aint gonna…

- every night when you sleep, he always watches you (not in a creepy way). making sure there’s nothing dangerous and you’re safe. you always scold him for it though, his excuses are always “im ok y/n. don’t worry about me, adeptus doesn’t need sleep”.

- i don’t think he will like pda but holding pinkies are okay. even though everyone knows you’re dating, he’s too shy to admit it.

- petnames: [your name], dove, dear, darling and some other random names such as my tofu and my star.

~ small drabble ~

you were walking around liyue, trying to find a flower for your dearest. you were too busy picking up a f/n when all of the sudden you heard screams coming from behind you. you were panicking as you look at the direction. it was a group of hilichurl coming your way. you didn’t know what to do as you just got your vision and you haven’t exactly learn how to use it. you tried running away from them but you didn’t manage to get away from them. ofcourse you remembered your lovely boyfriend, but you didn’t want to disturb him as he said he was going through an important mission. you decide to do your best using your vision. little did you know, xiao was watching you from afar. he stayed there for a minute, examining you. after he sees you starting to struggle, he rushed over you and hit the hilichurl with his spear. as he fighted the hilichurl you were just standing there watching him. you didn’t exactly know what to do but you did pick up the flowers you’ve picked for him. he was fast as a racing car to defeat all the hilichurl, he then rushed to your side.

“y/n why didn’t you call for me, my dove?” he asked, trying to stay as calm as possible, he didn’t want anything happen to you. not a scratch will even pass it. “i-i thought you were busy love.. i didn’t want to disturb you.. im sorry” you apologised to him, looking down in embarrassment. “dove, even if im busy or not.. you’re my number 1 priority. i couldnt let anything hurt you. please don’t hesitate to call me next time. if it’s you, then im always free” he said while reaching for your hand to caress it with his thumb. “i promise…” you replied. you reached from the flowers inside the basket and give it to xiao. “i was picking up flowers for you love.. i hope you like it!” you said giving xiao the flowers happily. xiao just stared at the flowers. you thought something was wrong until he said “my dove.. i.. i didn’t expect you to go into this danger just to pick up some flowers for me.. what did i ever do to deserve you..” xiao looked to the left and right making sure noone is near you and he kissed you cheek. you can feel your cheeks heat up a bit. everytime he does something to you, you can’t help but feel your cheeks getting warmer and warmer. “i love you, xiao.” you kissed back his cheek. “i love you too, dove.” xiao was still caressing your hand as you both enjoyed the silence of the nature.

~~~

yippieee i hope you guys like this one too! sorry if its cringe… but anyway have a nice day and advices are always accepted!

[astraystayyh]

omg happy first birthday my sahar !! im not here from the very beginning but i'll never forget the day i found your account and it just makes me so incredibly happy to see you grow like🥹 im so proud of you, never forget that !!!!

also i'd like to request a teeny tiny drabble, some kind of reunion with lino ?? like, you had to work abroad for a little while and he misses you so much and you decide to surprise him and its all soft and maybe lino even cries a little bc he just can believe youre in his arms again ??

i hope this isnt too much, dont feel pressured please !! anyway, i love you and im proud of you mwah😽😽😽

my merin i hope you know that you mean the absolute world to me, you’re literally one of the first people whose username i’ve memorized and i always look forward to your feedback because you’re the absolute sweetest to me. i can’t thank you enough for making this year brighter for me <333 anddd this drabble is for u hehehe so i wont tag it,, enjoy it babyyyy i love u 🥹💓

there has been a lump growing in minho’s throat from the moment he has dropped you off to the airport— a kiss on your forehead as a farewell, your intertwined hands slowly slipping from one another as you waved him off.

“i’ll be gone for a week, max. it’ll go by quickly,” you had reassured him the night before, but the universe seemed to taunt him, stretching the seconds more and more till every day spent without you suddenly felt like a year.

he felt your absence in the obvious— you weren’t there greeting him once he got back from work, and you weren’t there scrambling eggs on the stove, clad in one of his old t-shirts. but he also felt it in the subtle cues, the smell of your perfume in your bedroom grew fainter, the house now void of your giggles— much quieter, as if in pause waiting for your return.

he was surprisingly good at hiding his longing from you, smirking at your reflection on the phone as he stated how grateful he was to have the bed all for himself- all while sleeping on your side to trick his brain into thinking you were close.

but now it was day six and your trip had extended for three additional days, and minho missed you so much his heart seemed to bleed out your name. he knew it was his 3 a.m. meaning that it was your midnight but he still called you, needing to hear your voice.

“hi, honey.” you greet, voice coming out as faint whisper. “why aren’t you asleep?”

“i couldn’t,” he admits softly and you giggle, a hint of teasing in your tone.

“because you miss me?”

“mm,” he simply hums, bringing your pillow closer to his body. “i miss you,” a pause, a shaky breath escaping him. “more than you know.”

“minho,” your voice softens, and the sound of his name dripping this gently from your tongue makes tears well in his eyes.

“say it again.”

“minho?”

“yeah, please. say it.”

it is not often minho asks you for something, even less often does he ask you for an act this simple, this sweet.

“minho,” you call out gently, and he hums, wiping away his cascading tears.

“my minho.”

“yours.” he has the phone on speaker now, eyes closed imagining as if you are near.

“i love you,” you say sweetly and he nods, though you can’t see him. he wishes you could.

“i love you.”

“i miss you.”

“i miss you most.”

“i’m here,” a kiss on his shoulder startles him, and he turns around to find you hovering above him, a giddy smile on your face.

“what, h…how?” he stutters, bringing you into his hold immediately. his nose buries inside the slate of your neck, his arms encircling your waist as if afraid you’d evaporate if he lets you go.

“hi, baby,” you beam, planting kiss after kiss on his shoulder. you can feel his tears wet your shirt but you don’t comment on it, instead running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“how was your bed without me?” you tease, pulling away slightly to lock eyes with him.

“lonely,” he says earnestly, eyes still brimming with tears.

“bad week?” you pout, swiping your thumb gently across his cheek.

“all good now,” he finally smiles, before pressing his lips against yours softly. “how did you come?”

“my trip didn’t extend. i just wanted to surprise you. chan just dropped me off,” you explain.

he stays silent for a little while, eyes simply taking you in.

“i’ll ask you to marry me, you know that right?”

your heart skips a beat. the house becomes a home once again.

“and my answer will be yes.”