#i’m so sorry anon i think i completely missed the point of your ask _(:3 」∠)_

[rawbin-hsr]

Hi!! Saw ur taking requests, do you mind making some hcs for how a queerplatonic relationship with aven would be like? Demiro/ace aven is so dear to me, and being on the grayromantic spectrum myself, I really wanna just like, have this super deep bond with him where we're both each other's most important person without a doubt and physically affectionate but not like, romantic if u know what I meann (plus, I think a platonic relationship that goes past friendship and full of care would help him so much)

but I understand a lot of ppl aren't aware of how qpps work, so it's ok if you ignore this!! <3

ANON. ANON I LOVE YOU. YOU GET IT.

As someone on the aroace spectrum (I’m like 90% sure I can’t romantically love people; I only experience infatuation for three months at most before realising that I actually only want a close friendship 💀) I love love love this take on Aventurine and I’m so happy you’re asking me to do hcs on this !!!

This turned out a LOT longer than I planned and became like a whole story not just headcanons HELP I’m sorry bro I hope you don’t mind 😭😭🙏🙏 At the start it’s not even about being qpps it’s just about him learning to tolerate you that was not on purpose I apologise deeply, I promise the hcs come in at the end 💀

Queerplatonic Aventurine x Reader Headcanons

CW: queer dynamics, cursing, Aventurine’s messed up perception of people around him, Aventurine in general tbh (he's toxic I'm gonna be so real 😭), brief mention of sex but nothing actually happens, very soft and sweet (mostly), a lil bit of hurt/comfort, small mention of his sexual trauma towards the end, gender-neutral reader

Lmk if I missed anything !

Also sorry anon I forgot you specified demiro/ace he ended up basically just purely aroace 😭 I hope that doesn't matter too much </3

You’re not like everyone else, Aventurine realises quickly when he meets you.

Most people he surrounds himself with are closed off and guarded, but you are, surprisingly, not. In fact, your honesty is a bit… disarming. So complete he finds himself at a bit of a loss.

He thinks he doesn’t like you at first. He can’t avoid you, as you’re integral to this new project he’s working on, but he wishes he could. Something about you is deeply off-putting. He knows it is the way you never lie.

You’d think total honesty would be a weakness. He knows it would be for him. If he laid out all his cards on the table, he wouldn’t last another day. But the way you always leave yourself open is a new kind of defence in itself that he has never seen anyone else utilise before. When he tries to pry information out of you, you flatly tell him you can’t tell him that, that you know what he’s doing. You’re blatantly putting up barriers with him, and it drives him mad because usually, he can do a push and pull but that doesn’t work with you. It’s hard to be sneaky when you see right through him and stop him.

One day you tell him you would like to grab a coffee with him. He is sure you are flirting, that you mean it as a date. He is sure you want him, and though he usually limits these kinds of interactions to only flirting, nothing more, he’s getting frustrated with the way you never give. Perhaps you’d give more easily if he pretended to leave himself vulnerable to you?

But it’s not a date. You don’t flirt with him, but you don’t talk about business either. What’s worse, you shut him down when he flirts with you. It’s upsetting. Are you toying with him? Is this a weird power play? You don’t seem like that kind of person, but Aventurine is familiarly acquainted with the knowledge most people are not what they seem.

Maybe his anger gets the better of him at one point, an hour into the not-date when you’ve dragged him to the park to feed the ducks. He asks you what the purpose of this is, if you aren’t intending to get into his pants.

You tell him you just wanted to hang out. That you think he needs a friend.

He’s infuriated, because he can tell you’re being sincere.

He leaves, snarking that he already has friends. (He does not. Not really.)

But he can’t stop thinking about it. And he can’t avoid you, because you’re still needed for the mission and now, he’s sure he hates you.

You continue to be nice to him for some reason, even after that fiasco ?? He’s never encountered someone who’s so willing to just be nice to others merely for the sake of being nice. What kind of fucked up ulterior motives are you hiding? What sort of closet freak are you?

Aventurine knows, logically, that some people are just nice. It’s unreasonable to think every single person is as selfish as he is. He grew up surrounded by people who were just nice. But last time he had the fortune of actually interacting with such people, he was shorter than the desk at his office.

He wants to pry into your head, learn everything about you, know what it would be like to be your friend like you had offered. He wants you to fuck off to the other end of the galaxy so he never has to see you ever again.

He accepts when you invite him to go to the arcade with you.

It’s… weirdly soothing.

You’re good company, as much as he hates you. You’re funny and witty and playful and kind. There is no hidden agenda behind anything you do. You insist upon paying for half the tickets you play with at the arcade, even though he’s sure he has at least thirty times the amount of disposable income you have.

He wins most of the games, of course. You win less than half. He excels at the luck-based games, and he’s not half bad at the more skill-based ones, whereas you’re best at the latter. You stay away from the luck-based ones, and the ones you do attempt you fail every time. He’s honestly impressed by how unlucky you are. But at one point you still insist upon winning something for him, even though you both know he’d win it quicker himself.

At the end of the outing, you hug him, tell him you enjoyed yourself. He finds his chest feels oddly warm as you say it. It takes a moment to register the feeling as that of happiness, the sensation of real joy something unfamiliar to him. He smiles and hugs you back.

Maybe he doesn’t hate you.

You’re the first person he truly thinks of as a friend. Though he claims he has many, he knows he doesn’t really. The closest he had before you was maybe Topaz, or Ratio, but Topaz seems to view him as more of an annoying younger brother sometimes and he clearly gets on Ratio’s nerves. You're the first person who makes him feel truly... liked. A weird concept.

It’s not for his status or his money or his reputation. You turn him down when he tries to spend money on you. He’s not sure if that annoys him or if it makes him weirdly giddy.

Even long after his mission has ended, and he no longer needs you, you stick around. He lets you. He starts coming around for you too.

It’s fun to be around you. Again, you’re very good company. Smarter and funnier than most dimwits at the IPC. He considers inviting you to work under him, he’s sure the pay he could offer you would be better than what you currently make, but he doesn’t want to drag you too far into the mess that is his life.

He starts sleeping over at your house uninvited. He makes himself at home in your apartment. Your place is so much nicer than his, even if it’s smaller, run down and objectively a worse place to live in. The pipes in your sink clog too easily and the lights in the bathroom always flicker, despite your best attempts to fix it. But the rooms are all reminiscent of you, of what kind of person you are. Photos of your loved ones line the walls, trinkets you’ve picked up from various places decorate your shelves, and even though it looks messy he knows it’s all very organised from your point of view. It’s so different from his cold, clean, impersonal penthouse.

You cuddle him sometimes. Hug him and pull him into your chest when you watch movies. You play with his hair. You trace patterns on the back of his hand. Surely, those are all things lovers do? But your eyes never linger on his lips, you never look at him with yearning — he can tell you already have everything you want. It makes him feel… relieved.

He likes it when you touch him. He never liked being touched before, but you’re warm and gentle without being too light with him. You don’t touch him like he’s fragile, but you don’t intend to test his limits. You never stray from the safe areas on his body. You never touch with intent to go any further.

He feels safe.

Whenever he’s not out on business, he comes home to you. Will you have grown tired of him by next time, he always wonders. And the answer is always no. You’re always happy to see him.

He frequently finds himself thinking about you. He frequently finds himself missing you when he’s away. He sees things that remind him of you everywhere, and often wishes you were with him. All symptoms of being in love, he’s heard, but he doesn’t think he’s in love? To be fair, he has never experienced true attraction, and what he feels for you is certainly deeper and more intimate than what he’s ever felt for anyone else, so maybe he is in love with you.

But does romance not entail wanting to kiss you? Does romance not entail wanting to see you naked? Does romance not entail wanting to have sex? He doesn’t particularly crave any of those things.

He’s heard of ‘butterflies’ in your belly when seeing the one you love. He never feels that when he sees you. He only feels a deep sense of comfort, of contentment.

But he doesn’t like the thought of you being with anyone else the way you are with him. Jealousy is a sign of romantic feelings, yes? So maybe he does love you that way after all.

But he never asks you to be his partner. Whenever he considers it, something oddly heavy settles in his gut, and he doesn’t understand why. Why would the thought of being your partner leave him with dread? You’d make a wonderful lover, he knows. You already make a wonderful…

… friend? Can he really call you just a friend?

You call him or text him every day to make sure he’s okay. You send him photos of things that reminds him of you. You cook him meals when he visits you and you buy him gifts even though he could very well buy things for himself. You cuddle him and hug him and you sometimes even, albeit playfully, kiss his knuckles or the top of his head and you let him sleep in your bed with you.

Calling you only a ‘friend’ diminishes your worth, does it not? He calls everyone he meets ‘friend’. He can’t reduce you to something so… insignificant.

So he asks you one day, when you’re both sat on opposite sides of your couch, your legs splayed out over his lap as you eat popcorn. He asks:

“What are we?”

You look at him. And you smile.

“I don’t know.”

He blinks. You sound so serene as you say it. Are you not worried about this? Why do you seem so unconcerned with what he is to you?

Sensing his discomfort, you set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table, and scoot closer to him. His arms automatically wrap around your waist as you shift yourself to lean against him, leaning down to place your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t need to label what we are. I’m happy with things as they are. Are you?”

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling the by now familiar scent of your shampoo.

“I am.”

“You don’t sound entirely convinced.”

He huffs, pulling you closer.

“… Maybe I don’t want you to treat others the way you treat me.”

(He doubts you would. You have more integrity than he’s ever had: he’s aware there is some level of mutual understanding that whatever you are is something exclusive.)

You laugh.

“You think I treat others like you?”

“Can’t be sure,” he hums playfully, pinching your side. “Who knows, maybe you say that to all the guys.”

“I don’t like ‘all the guys’,” you point out. “I only like you this way.”

“What does ‘this way��� mean, then?”

You pull back to look at him. Gaze as warm and kind as always, a smile on your lips.

“Well, I love you a lot. A lot more than I love others. I’m not sure what answer you want.”

You’ve never explicitly stated the word ‘love’ before. Something hot and giddy fills his chest, something awfully childish, but he ignores it.

“Do you want me to be your… boyfriend?” he asks hesitantly. He’s not sure what he feels about the idea himself.

“I mean, if that’s what you want,” you shrug, sounding so casual about the idea that he doubts you’re that enthusiastic about it. (Should he feel offended?) “I just don’t want anything to change between us. I really like what we’ve got going on.”

He leans back into you, burying his face into your hair again. His arms squeeze your waist.

“… I like what we’ve got going on, too,” he admits. The honesty feels a little less foreign on his tongue than it used to, before he met you.

“I guess it’d be easier to call you my boyfriend than my ‘very close friend who eats all my food and sleeps in my bed half the time’,” you add teasingly. He snorts, pulling back just enough to shoot you a playful glare.

“Food that I pay you back double for,” he points out. You snicker, but don’t respond.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” You ask instead after a moment, reaching up to play with his hair. He leans into the touch.

He’s quiet for a moment, considering the question.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I guess you’re right that it’d be easier to call each other that. Maybe we should go for it.”

“Sounds good,” you agree, and that’s that.

And nothing changes in your relationship. All that changes is the title.

You cuddle and you hug and you spend time together. Whenever you flirt, it’s more of an inside joke than anything else. You go on not-dates nearly once a week, whenever he’s home to do that.

He doesn’t tell people what you really are to him. He doesn’t even have the words to describe it himself. It doesn’t matter to him than anyone else knows either. Maybe he’s just a little bit happy, even, to get to keep the secret of what you are to himself. It somehow feels more special when only the two of you know.

He starts confiding in you. Telling you things he would not tell anyone else. Things he previously thought he would bring to his grave. About himself, about his past, his thoughts and his feelings. You always hold him, let him speak until it’s off his chest, and you murmur comforting words. He feels so much lighter after, every time.

You tell him your secrets too. Your doubts and your worries. He holds you in return, and tries to soothe your concerns. He knows he’s not as good at it as you, but you seem to appreciate it anyways.

He doesn’t trust anyone else. Only you. You’re the only one he knows he can always turn to, the only person he knows for sure doesn’t mean him any harm.

He brings you gifts and trinkets he finds when he’s away. He’s gotten pretty good at figuring out what sort of things you like. You always give him the sweetest smile when he does, thank him with a hug, and put the item to use right away. Whether that means displaying a decoration somewhere along your already overfilled shelves, putting on a bracelet or trying out a new kitchen appliance that night. He starts to think that the point of wealth is to give you all the things you could want.

For some reason, the intimate nature of your relationship doesn’t scare him. The fact that you’ve told him he’s ’more like the closest friend you could ever want to have than a lover’ puts him at ease. Your commitment to one another doesn’t feel as frightening that way.

You prioritise him over your other commitments. You tell him he’s your ‘favourite person’, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling warm in his chest when he thinks about it. You’re his favourite, too.

Sorry I seriously ran out of steam for this format here, moving on to headcanons from another perspective because I am NOT DONE !!!! (next part won't have been proof-read at all sorry guys it will just be unhinged rambling)

I don't think Aventurine would necessarily know what queerplatonic means, (and the way I've written Reader here they probably wouldn't go out of their way to research it either lol I think they're just the type to be like "well I'm happy so why would I need to know every little detail about what this is ?? 😊") and he doesn't really understand the nature of your relationship himself HELP

He just knows it's not romantic, and that really puts him at ease

I think Aventurine is like. EXTREMELY toxic in a romantic relationship because the though of that sort of commitment scares him on a very deep and personal level and it FREAKS. HIM. OUT. but I think a platonic relationship, even if it's just as deep, freaks him out a little less. It just feels different yknow ?

Idk how to formulate myself but I think that, after being looked at for like basically his whole life as a commodity (and, even worse, a literal sex object), the thought of being looked at without ANY sexual desire or romantic interest just really kind of puts him at ease.

Especially in this read of him as demi/aroace, I think he'd appreciate being seen in a purely platonic light. I personally don't think he is aroace in the way I normally write him, but even in the way I usually write him I do think a queerplatonic relationship would be deeply comforting for him

Like, think reader being aroace and being in a queerplatonic relationship with him and he's like actually in love with them,,, I don't think he'd mind that too much. He'd think it was so nice that you love him enough to be in a relationship even if you don't romantically love him. Even if it would be nice too if you did desire him that way, he'd like it either way

Sorry got off track there mb

Queerplatonic relationships are tricky to write because there is no real "norm" for what they entail like,, fuck man I'M aroace and I barely know what it means to be in a qpps

Like,, from my understanding it can be essentially the same as a "normal" relationship where you kiss and get married and have kids and all that stuff but you do it without romantic intent

or it can be a friendship that just goes really really deep, and you're just like,,,, idk roomates PLS

But I think a qpps with Aventurine would be somewhere inbetween what others would think a "normal" romantic relationship would be and just a very close friendship

I already mentioned cuddles, and like chaste kisses to more "safe/platonic" areas (forehead, top of head, hands etc). You sleep in the same bed and you basically go on dates ("not-dates" lol). I think he'd be fine with like kisses to the lips and playful flirting, but he wouldn't want to make out or have sex. He would however love to cuddle naked lol (the intimacy without any sexual intent,,,, yeahyeah I hope you get me here I lovveee lovelove the idea of just touching him and it's just sweet and urghhghh)

Everyone else definitely thinks the two of you are in love and neither of you correct people because who cares

Esp Aventurine I don't think he WANTS others to know what you are to a point where he'll actively try to make it seem more like a romantic relationship in front of others

Because what you are is very precious to him, and he maybe feels just slightly maybe just a bit irrationally possessive over the concept of your relationship PLS

Like no he doesn't want anyone to understand your bond. That is SPECIAL. It is only for him and you to understand back off

I love my toxic unhealthy mentally deranged king

I think I've said everything I wanted to say now so I'm ending it off here. Worst case scenario I'll be back with a part 2 or a reblog to add more LMAO I just can't shut up bro

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Thanks for reading I appreciate it !!! I hope this was at least somewhat comprehensible <3 Remember that my inbox is open and I lovelovelove to receive requests <3

[b3rrymilks]

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.

“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.

when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.

what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.

miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.

miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.

there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.

“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.

his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)

“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.

soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.

“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.

[moonsaver]

Hi! It’s @pix3lplays! (On anon because I have another account and I can’t switch which account I’m asking from haha)

I wanted to say thanks for being so nice when I responded to your comment on one of my posts~I really appreciated what you said hehe, definitely made me feel bit more confident and inspired me to keep writing :)

So I thought I’d throw an ask out since requests are open~

If you’re not interested no problem but I’ve thought about it a little and I thought maybe you’d have some thoughts.

Yandere!Sunday when his darling somehow gets seriously hurt, how do you think he’d feel, what would he do?

Personally I think he’s a complete control freak already when it comes to reader, so it just gets WORSE…ANYWAYS I wanna hear YOUR thoughts if you’re interested in the prompt hehe~ also if you’ve already talked about this oops I must’ve missed it, sorry in advance-

But yeah thanks so much, it was really cool to talk to you, take care of yourself, please!!

Hello Pixel! Thank you for sending in this ask, you're very sweet haha <3 i like your writing and im glad i helped you become more confident in it. Also,same issue here, i cant send asks from this account specifically, so i use anon or just use my personal blog to send asks.

Anyways, onto the request,

Ooh, my Yan!Sunday brain is ticking.. he really is an absolute control freak, and is a bit of a mess when he sees you seriously injured. A miscalculation, ignorance, negligence, or perhaps just.. an oversight from his part? Whatever the reason is, he's in high-drive now, and absolutely stressed about it. He only has a worried and distant look on his face, and at this stage he's prone to easily snapping at anyone, but his mind would be on a completely different level of stress. How dare they? How dare anyone lay a filthy inch of a finger on you? To stain you with their sins, and to breach your skin in such a grotesque manner.. he's absolutely enraged.

He insists on tending to you himself personally, unless it's so serious paramedics have to be involved. Stays by your side until he cant, sitting on the egde of the bed, body turned halfway to face you, fingers ghosting the edge of your face with tenderness.

However, this tenderness is only limited to your recovery period.

After you wake up or recover a bit, practically any freedom you would have had is gone. Completely.

Scolds you, borderline yells at you, holds you still with a deathly tight grip on your arms, forcing you to look into his eyes. This happened because you left. This happened because you were out of his watch. This all happened because of your freedom. Don't you dare even bother mentioning going out anywhere. You will be surveillanced almost all the time. He spends a suffocating amount of time next to you, harshly spitting back whenever you try to protest or reason with him. His words aren't gentle at all, and you're getting on his nerves. Perhaps he should just look over you himself, force you into a borderline coma in the dream fluid, and deal swiftly with the perpetrators.

Robin catches wind of this at some point.. she tells you that he's just worried, and there's a lot of people that don't quite hold The Family in high regards. Just.. its okay. Let him do this.

Let him pick out your clothes, brush your hair, check your healing wounds, gently ebb the water over them as you bathe, and kiss the skin of your shoulder when both of you stay silent after another argument.

If you still continue arguing.. he doesn't have a choice. He slumps a bit, a hand coming up to massage his temple as he sighs, and tells you in a softer voice that he's terrified. The worst thing that could happen did happen. He almost lost you. Can't you just go with it and let him be assured? You're dragging it out much more than it needs to be. He's spent many sleepless nights, ideas of dreamscapes turning into nightmares as the image of your hurt face flashes in his mind. Just cooperate, for Aeons' sake.

And no one speaks after that. He emotionally blackmails and manipulates you as a sort of final resort. Surely, you'd understand. It's not like it's far from the truth anyway. He is scared. But more than that, he's enraged this happened in the first place.

Adding on more to it,

Once things calm down.. in a twisted sort of way, he realizes just how perfectly he can get you under his complete control from these events. He may even not so subtly orchestrate similar events to scare you, to keep you in check, forcing you to rely on him completely, as he swoops in at the right time, acting as some kind of a "savior". Its a sick mindset, and he's not ashamed of it. Oh dear, you were just so pleasantly compliant after that event. And it just solidifies his statement that you shouldn't be going outside anymore, or be constantly accompanied by the Bloodhound Family guards, after only a few incidents of various threat levels.

In the end, it's a cycle that repeats up until you finally give in and let him take any and all freedom you have. He sets down your hairbrush with a gentle 'clack', kisses the crown of your head, and tells you it's alright. He will take such good care of you. Just listen to him. Listen to his every word. He has your best intentions in mind. Don't think about anything, anyone. You're a smart girl, surely you understand?

[dovesdreaming]

PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU FOR ETHAN MORGAN X VAMP!READER FICS THERE ARE LITERALLY NO ETHAN FICS I HAVEN'T READ I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE AND SOUL 🙏🙏🙏 -🩻

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My first emoji anon hiii!! Thank you so much for your request!! I loved writing this and I’m sorry for the wait. This also isn’t as long as I wanted it to be so when I get time I will write more headcanons for this dynamic!! <3

not proofread sorry

Warnings: none

You had recently been turned into a vampire. While it had its perks it did mean that you were now immortal and it all felt a little daunting, especially when you had to keep everything a secret.

Everything had been going fine, you had been managing to hunt at night so no one saw you and it had been working. Key word being had. This was because tonight while you were hunting small animals you were found by the one and only Rory. You wouldn’t say you were friends, you had only spoken a few times in class to swap answers but now he had seen you sucking the blood from the neck of a squirrel. That was irreparable damage to any future friendship aspects. Or so you thought. You had thought many things, your thoughts racing as he might tell the whole town and you would have to flee but all he did was grin. He got super excited and started rambling about how cool this was. You missed the majority of what he was saying from the shock of his reaction and when you finally tuned back into what he was saying you heard “you’re a vampire too!”. You finally dropped the squirrel and stood up, slowly walking towards him. “You mean you’re a vampire aswell?” You asked Rory with a very confused look. “Of course, Erica and Sarah are too”. You couldn’t believe there were more, you had been suffering this whole time with so many people like you close by.

After your encounter Rory introduced you to the rest of the friend group and they immediately accepted you. Benny and Ethan being the only non vampires of the group were slightly cautious as they didn’t know your tolerance for the smell of blood yet. They quickly warmed up to you though when they saw you could handle yourself better than Rory and Erica.

You took a special liking to Ethan, you found it cute how he got slightly nervous around you. Stumbling over his words slightly. You loved to tease him to make it worse. You did however also befriend him and become close to him. He understood some of your worries about being a vampire (hearing the same worries from Sarah and the others) and he listened to al your other concerns. You were each others confidants. You grew closer until the point where your feelings for each other were undeniable to even yourselves. Ethan would take a while to admit his feelings so you probably ended up beating him to confessing them. Ethan doesn’t mind you being a vampire but he does worry for your safety even if you could handle yourself. He would hate to think of a future where you were still young and he was getting older, would probably consider turning into a vampire for you. Whether he went through with it though is another thing.

Headcanons:

-He completely trusts you around him and doesn’t feel threatened even if you have your teeth out around him. He also feels bad that you’re stuck with someone with such irresistible blood to a vampire.

-he only gets nervous around your teeth if you bring them out while play fighting or cuddling. He doesn’t feel threatened he’s just scared of the power they hold.

-would try his best to help you with any of your cravings, may even offer some of his blood but you would always refuse.

-would be so caring towards you and would always stick up for you in any situation. Especially if you were fighting the weekly problem and they went after you.

-would try and find a spell in bennys book or some cure for you as he knew it troubled you at times. Would never pressure you into anything like that though

-he always felt protected when you were by his side and he hoped you could feel the same when he was close by even if he didn’t hold half the power you did

-would ask advice about vampire stuff from Sarah and would listen to everything she said

-would be in complete awe of you at all times.

-he found you so hot when you used your powers against any supernatural being

-would research and look through ALL the pages of google on vampires to just find everything out about you

-he would trace his fingers gently over the teeth marks on your neck. Occasionally softly kissing them.

-would never judge you in any shape or form

-would just genuinely love you and wouldn’t care that your slightly different from the average person. Would face any challenges along the way with you and stay by your side.

Thank you for reading!!

[wh0re4women]

Hey!

I've had a script in my head for a while now that I think would fit well with the character of larissa (I've always seen her as such a caring and very comfort person). So, I would like to ask you if you would like to write something short with a reader who, overwhelmed by emotions (especially negative ones), escapes into isolation and being non-verbal? I have been plagued by similar 'symptoms' lately and would love to read something like this...If you are comfortable writing something like this of course!

Sending much love 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Don’t Shut Me Out. (Larissa Weems X Reader.) SFW.

Warnings: some negative thoughts. comfort fic !

Thank you for this anon. <3 i hope i did it justice. sorry it took a few days, i hope you’re feeling better. <3

You didn’t know exactly when it happened, you just knew it happened fast. One minute you were ranting about something frustrating that had happened during your day, and the next you couldn’t even find the energy to speak. You scurried out of Larissa’s office that day in a panic, leaving your girlfriend worried and confused.

That was three days ago. Which also happened to be the last time you’d seen Larissa.

You’d been dating the beautiful blonde for just five months — hardly enough time for her to see you like this.

You wanted to keep it that way.

Larissa did not.

The poor Principal was in a shambolic state the entire seventy-two hours that you were missing. She couldn’t help but feel nauseas with concern, especially when she’d wandered towards your dorm the same night that the incident had occurred and she couldn’t get ahold of you no matter how hard she tried.

If you hadn’t been completely plagued by negative emotions the past few days, maybe you would’ve found enough clearance to simply text Larissa and explain what had happened. However, in your irrational state of mind, there was obviously a lack of rational thoughts circling around to lead you to that point.

Your single dorm was a god-send for you in times like these. And as you sat cross-legged on your plush bed, the duvet scrunched up behind you mindlessly, your hand frantically spilled ink onto the blank pages of your notebook, decorating it with words that you couldn’t manage to speak out loud.

There was a creaking of wood outside of your door, followed by a whisper of a curse word. Your head shot up at the sound, the colour draining from your face.

“[y/n]?”

It was Larissa. Of course. Who else would care enough to check on you every hour on the hour? You sighed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as anxiety riddled you.

Why did she even care so much? You weren’t worth it. Surely the Principal had better things to do. In fact, she was probably here to break up with you. After all, you’d treated her so unfairly.

“Darling? Sweetheart, I’m opening the door,” Larissa’s voice wavered. She sounded so frightened. “I have the master key.”

You whimpered at the sound of that, knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop the tall blonde from finding you in the helpless state that you were in. It was time to face the embarrassment.

You snapped your notebook closed at the same time that Larissa twisted the key into the door, immediately swinging it open in panic.

“Oh, thank Goodness!” The tall blonde exclaimed, taking in your very much alive form. Relief flushed over the red-lipped woman as she kicked the door closed with her heel, rushing over to you immediately.

You couldn’t have wanted the ground to swallow you more.

“Hang on,” Larissa stopped in her tracks right as she was about to reach the foot of your bed. You were wide eyed, nervous, scared. “What happened, darling? I’ve been sick to my stomach, worrying about you every second of every waking moment.”

You shrugged hesitantly. Larissa’s eyebrows rose together in disbelief. She hadn’t seen you in days — she imagined finding your lifeless body in your dorm, and all you could do was shrug?

“Darling, I don’t want to seem angry but I need you to explain yourself,” the Principal told you in all seriousness. Understandably, the tall blonde was getting quite frustrated. She wanted to scold you for going missing in action, but she knew there was a good enough reason as to why you would hide out in your room. She reminded herself to be patient and understanding.

You avoided eye contact with Larissa as if your life depended on it, picking at the corners of your journal like it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen.

Larissa sighed. She slid out of her coat, smoothing out her skirt before sauntering over to where you were perched, gently sitting down on the edge of the bed and reaching for your hand. You finally looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, finding only concern and confusion.

“I love you, you know that?” Larissa softly spoke, caressing her thumb over your hand. You felt tears well into your eyes.

She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t here to break up with you.

You were safe.

Larissa could tell that you weren’t feeling your best. The sadness and guilt was practically seeping out of you. She looked down into your lap, catching her eye on the book you’d been scribbling in, “What’s this?” She smiled gently at you, trying to ease you out of your shell.

Your eyes darted down to the item, and it was like a lightbulb had appeared above your head and lit up the room. You jumped upright, grabbing at the notebook and snatching your pen up before jotting down a few sentences.

Larissa, surprised as ever, watched you with amusement in her eyes. She rested a warm hand on one of your knees for comfort, waiting patiently until you were done. And once you’d flipped the book over, explaining in a few short words exactly what had happened, the puzzle pieces fell together and everything made sense once again.

Larissa couldn’t help herself; she cooed softly in pity before scooping you into her arms and cradling you tightly, never wanting to let go.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” the blonde kissed your head, “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, all alone. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t put two and two together.”

You shook your head, refusing to have her feel guilty for something she never caused or had any part of. Your hand fisted into her shirt and you nestled your head into the crook of her neck, breathing in her perfume.

Larissa softly smiled, one hand beginning to rub circles on your back, “I’m here, darling. You’re safe,” the blonde shushed you gently, “I understand now, [y/n]. There’s no pressure to speak… But please don’t shut me out again, darling. We can do this together.”

Your eyes fluttered closed in the comfort of her voice. With how terrible you’d been feeling, you and Larissa both soon realised that you hadn’t been sleeping properly. The tall blonde continued her ministrations, now rocking you in attempt to soothe you to sleep.

And no matter how many times you were pulled out of slumber, Larissa was there, whispering sweet nothings and making sure you never once left the warmth of her arms. She understood you, even without words.

When you fully woke hours later, the tall blonde brought you snacks and water. She relaxed back against the headboard, gazing into your eyes lovingly as you curled into her side.

As you looked down, you noticed Larissa had brought her own notebook and pen — a simple ‘I love you’ written on a blank page.

[asteracaea]

Hello! This ask is way too long, I apologize 🥲

This is about your post regarding the albatross, and @bettyshoweduptotheparty’s addition (I wanted to send this ask to both of you but I prefer being anonymous, sorry I’m shy); if either of you (or anyone else) want to talk about this song, please do, here’s your excuse to do it. Mainly 2 things I wanted to talk about / ask.

1. So, I didn’t know the original line from romeo and juliet, and I hadn’t understood the line “a rose by any other name is a scandal”, and now I’m wondering if the reason I don’t understand many lyrics is that I’m missing the reference. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the only reason, my interpretation skills are rather limited, but I would love to find out. So if anyone wants to make a list off the top of their head of taylor lyrics that reference something, I would love that so much. If anyone would like to do it, please include the obvious ones, good chance of me not knowing it (wish I could blame it on english not being my first language but, again, probably not the only reason). But anything from english literature, and references to popular sayings, I probably won’t know even if it seems obvious. Of course this would be an extremely long list and very time consuming to make, that’s why I’m asking if anyone can add some that they remember off the top of their head. I would absolutely not oppose if someone wanted to make a complete list, though.

2. After gaining some insight on the rose line, I wanted to understand it in the context of the song etc etc and once again my (lack of) interpretation skills are failing me, so if anyone can help me out with the meaning of some other lyrics in this song. “Wild winds are death to the candle”, I figure it’s a popular saying (like “one bad seed kills the garden” in the next part), but I don’t really understand what point it’s trying to make. Next we have “one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen”, “only liquor anoints you”, and the one I’d like to know the most: “devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger”. Also the whole bridge (😭 look, I said the interpretation skills were poor) “and when that that sky rains fire on you, and you’re persona non grata, I’ll tell you how I’ve been there too, and that none of it matters”.

Okay, I guess this is it, I’m sorry it’s so long, I really won’t hold it against you if you just delete it.

Goodbye <3

oh dear sweet anon, your ask is not too long and i am very happy to respond! i'm sure @bettyshoweduptotheparty will be as well! thank you for writing!

taylor references so many things in her lyrics, and they often have multiple layers and interpretations, and that's what makes it so fun for me to contemplate and discuss them - i'm always discovering new meanings, even years down the road! and our wonderful brilliant mutuals here on tumblr are constantly discovering new meanings and drawing parallels that really deepen and enrich my experience of taylor's songs. i've been here 4 years now and i won't be leaving because i'm constantly learning about linguistics and art and symbolism and (lgbtq) history.

her music is amazing because it can be enjoyed on a surface level of fun and beautiful music, but you can also dive down the rabbit hole and learn things that are so much more complex and nuanced and universal than just what people she's dated or who she's writing about. imo, she is so much more brilliant than most people realize rn. it's funny because she's like the most popular successful beloved artist in history and yet i don't think most people even begin to know how brilliant she is, or appreciate the art she's been making!

i'm not sure if a comprehensive list of references exists yet, but that's definitely something i would love to do someday! can you imagine the tome... but i think tumblr is a living evolving compilation of references like that. taylor herself has said that she puts easter eggs into her art that people won't understand for years (as we have seen with things in rep, now knowing her conflicts with BMR and SB) and things about her private life that we cannot know now that she may or may not share with the world at a later date.

but i think you may be asking about literary and idiom/phrase/language poetical references? some people may have already created masterposts and analyses of individual songs and lyrics, and if anyone has or knows of any offhand please send them my way and i'll reblog them! but yeah, we're all collectively constantly finding new references which is why i can never leave this hellsite 😂 i'm constantly learning! and especially with this heavily poetic and linguistically dense new album, i'm sure we'll be mining it for YEARS! and that is just so fun and exciting and beautiful to me.

i hope i didn't go off on too many tangents! and you've inspired me to want to start an intensive comprehensive analysis of ttpd and all her music! so yeah in conclusión, that's a great goal, to make a compilation!

[fairlyqualityanon]

Hey Emma. I’m using the submission box cause anon doesn’t work for some reason.

I don’t know completely what happened, but from what I’ve gathered, I’m truly sorry you’ve had to deal with such toxic people. They’re not your friends. True friends don’t use information to harm each other, and they CERTAINLY keep their word. I know I’m just an anon, but I and several others would truly miss you if you died. Perhaps you can talk to some of the other people on here, like [PERSON 1] or [PERSON 2]?

I hope you’re feeling better mentally, and if you need to take a social media break, then please do so. Stay safe.

P.S. Some of us do care and don’t want you to shut up, but as someone who’s brain tells them to shut up too, all I can offer is a virtual hug.

(changed names for some semblance of anonymity)

Weird, it was working earlier, and I don’t think I’ve blocked anyone recently that’s not a porn/spam blog…

Well… without getting into the grisly details, Person 1 knew ahead of time my history and promised to tell the others. When I finally messaged them (44 hours later) saying they didn’t keep their promise, I was told I was too harsh with Jane and the person who kept defending her. When I asked them asked after Jane did her victim-blaming BS (except for the “I should die” Jane’s entire vent was plagiarized from my conversation with her explaining why/how badly I was hurt, which she also did last time soooooo), they said all 3 mods agreed “Emma said I hurt her so I will publicly threaten to kill myself” was absolutely unacceptable, but afaik nothing was said in the chat about it. They also claimed that tons of people had asked them if I was okay… obviously, I have 0 reason to believe that. They also said they believed me, and I’m trying to believe that’s true.

As for Person 2, they’re the one who announced I was harassing Jane; afaik nothing was said to correct the “Hey turns out Jane was harassing Emma and Emma was trying to explain to you guys what was going on in the middle of a PTSD spiral and you’ve all been dogpiling on her without bothering to ask a single question” mistake. When I was purging followers yesterday because I don’t want people who think her behavior is acceptable to follow me… I saw Person 2 publicly raving over how much they adore Jane. The truly messed up part is that ‘Nemesis’ + ‘Incident’ over a decade ago culminated in “I believe they sexually abused you and tried to get you to kill yourself, but they seem cool and you’re too damaged by them so I am going to be friends with them and don’t want to talk to you again”… fucking hell, man. People be like “wow you totally overreacted to something minor” until they see the longass history of assorted abuse I’ve been through.

So uh… it should be blatantly obvious why I don’t believe any “friends” care, not when their actions directly contradict the claims.

;.; Virtual hug is greatly appreciated, that’s all I’d really wanted, was for someone to notice I left because I was hurting and to care. On the bright side, I seem to have made a couple new friends out of it?

And yeah, leaving social media might be a good idea in theory, but I don’t really have anyone to talk to IRL. My coworkers are a horrible influence and we don’t have much in common beyond a twisted sense of humor. That’s why I wondered why I shouldn’t just make my own server. My therapist, when I told him the other day, said he was happy I’d left the server because - paraphrased - it sounded like a toxic middle school.

It’s less “my brain tells me to shut up” and more “people who saw whatever-’It’-was go down tell me to shut up because I had the audacity to (try and) stick up for myself” which… is what happened. That’s where that tag came from - which Jane stole last time she went “Emma didn’t appreciate me stealing her plot point and mocking her sona, how dare she harass me!!!”

[relastelvanni]

How do you feel about the dichotomy of moving between body types and people’s attitudes? When you were bigger you were part of a community that celebrated and encouraged you to be a way, when society wanted you to lose weight. Now you have lost weight, do you feel the queer community celebrating your size has then turned on you? Is the talk of acceptance and body positivity just a cover for people who prefer a bigger body type? Is there such a thing as true body positivity and acceptance, or just different groups all advocating and celebrating their own ideal body type, under the guise of acceptance and body positivity? Is ‘finding your tribe’ just finding the people who like you the type of way you feel at the time rather than true acceptance of the person? Anon who is happy for you at any size so long as you’re happy :)

Hi there, sorry for the big delay in responding. I saw how big the question was and thought “I’ll reply to that later”… that later turned into months and I’m still not sure how to answer this question. This is going to be a long one though so let me try to articulate my thoughts:

Let’s start off with the first part. I want to at this point divide the responses I got from losing weight into three main buckets. (1) the people that completely disengaged, (2) those sympathetic but disengaged, and (3) the people that continue supporting me.

Before I get into them fully though I want to address that I’m at fault here too; people don’t owe me their support or engagement and I felt like I disengaged from the community too because the whole gainer / encouragement side of me snapped, completely broke away from my identity in what honestly felt like loss.

I think this is where we start with group (2), those who were sympathetic but disengaged and I think in all honesty it may have been mutual disengagement. I found it really hard to follow other gainers and their journey whilst I was going through this painful time. It totally wasn’t their fault in the slightest and something I had to deal with. I could have been more supportive and engaging with them regardless but it hurt. Some folk tried to still encourage me but I had to tell them to stop, I wasn’t a gainer anymore, it was hurting. Some unfollowed soon after, I wasn’t giving what they wanted.

Group number (1) were only after me for my body, that was abundantly clear. You get this group in every community, not just the chub / bear community. Those who just commodify and sexualise your body without knowing the person beneath. When I stopped gaining, these people unfollowed in droves, and it gave me the realisation that they weren’t here for me. I accepted that they had every right to unfollow and I accepted they were never truly there to support me regardless. I still get vestiges of this group to this day who still leave comments about how they “miss my belly” - they only saw me for that belly, and not as a whole. This group is a problem in the wider “body positive” movement but is common with all communities of people when you don’t conform to their ideal sexual image.

Group number (3) were incredible and I couldn’t have asked for more supportive and wonderful people, many of them follow me here. I feel I don’t deserve the love they give for I find it hard to reciprocate and to keep up with all the lovely messages in amongst everything else going on. But stand by me and encourage me they did - a lot of whom supported my gainer journey and were gainers themselves. They were the ones who respected the whole package, all of me, and understood why I did what I had to do with losing weight.

Summarising that point then before I check your questions again; it really depends on the individuals within the community. Do they support you as a whole package, as a person; or do they divide you up into component parts (belly, dick, bum, hairiness) etc. and disengage when you don’t fit an ideal? I think this may answer the other questions too. There are always bad actors in communities such as the chub / bear community, and definitely an issue we face. But we can’t paint the whole community in that way, there are so many genuine and loving people I’ve met that support everyone no matter their size or what they look like. I hope I’m one of those people.

I did some research a while back in fact into this very topic, about what the bear community in particular needed to address, and it boiled down to the below, body acceptance being one of them. I wish I had done more with the project, but I’ve also attached the values below which I feel the community needs to focus on. I got burnt out trying to do this project, but hopefully one day I can return to it.

[deus-ex-mona]

genuinely wondering - why do you think the narumi scenes in ep 6 were ooc? (the sena scene in particular was pretty short, I didn't think there was much to say about it)

oh man, do i have ✨opinions✨ about this👀

gonna slip in a cut here because of spoilers for the hiyoko anime and some fairly unpopular (and weirdly articulated) hot takes lol—

aightt so—

my main issue with the narumi scenes in ep 6 is that it’s blatant viewer fanservice (especially for prior fans of the cec series who already know who sena and mona are). in my opinion, the scenes pretty much contributed ✨absolutely nothing✨ to the plot, aside from damaging hiyoko’s self-esteem (with regards to her “i can’t be cute :(” complex) in 4k hd.

the sena scene by itself was fairly okay, though pointless plot-wise, as she was literally just made to be there in order to be her usual cute self in front of hiyoko. would taking the scene out have changed anything in the plot? probably not, as sena could’ve just made a cute cameo in the magazines that hiyoko read later on in the episode (like yumeru did). and that’s really my only issue with the sena scene, especially since hiyoko didn’t join the dots between the sisters when mona introduced herself by her full name. hiyoko doesn’t even think “damn, i just saw a girl who looks like her, with the same last name as her, a short while back👀”, which is pretty dense, but okay—

now, mona.

maybe i’ve just been too spoiled by other non-anime mona content (e.g. the watashi, idol sengen manga + honeypre event stories + mona’s pvs) that mona’s personality in that scene seemed really off to me. her interaction with hiyoko during that crepe date seemed really awkward to me?

to be fair, hiyoko was also rather weird in that scene. she looked at mona, all but went “damn, you cute, no wonder why guys hit on you”, and talked about her cuteness complex in true tmi fashion. their entire interaction just screamed “i am totally a human and i can totally socialise with this fellow human” to me, at least.

like, i can sorta understand mona responding to hiyoko’s self-deprecating rant with a “yeah, i understand how you feel. big mood, can relate. let’s be heroines together!”, but the scene just felt rather weird after that, especially with the mutually exchanged “i like you”s. i can’t really describe this weird feeling i got from it. it’s as though the creators were trying to make a (somewhat pointless) scene cute just for the sake of being cute. sure, the scene was objectively cute, but it pretty much left me going #notmymona—

though all of that would have been well and good if it any of it was actually relevant to the plot, like if maybe some flashbacks to the scene played out/if spontaneous references to it happened (like if hiyoko went “hey my new friend also said that i can be a heroine! i’m glad i have your support too!” when aiyuu were giving her that heroine peptalk, or if hiyoko just-so-happened to recall mona’s words of “i think you can become a heroine” when nagisa told her that she was always his heroine and goes “damn, that girl was right”), but the scenes are never ever mentioned again? there’s still time for that to change in the next 3 episodes though, but i still have my doubts, especially since…

…nagisa himself is never mentioned again after episode 7??? like suddenly all of that “👀👀damn where your bf at👀👀” teasing rapport that aiyuu and hiyoko had built up over those 2 nagisa episodes completely evaporated? like yoooooo hiyoko anime what are you doing? he’s never even mentioned in casual conversation across episodes 8 and 9 (episode 10 pls change this trend i’m begging), even though aiyuu just spent the entirety of episode 7 teasing hiyoko relentlessly about nagisa? like damn, do they only make fun of hiyoko about nagisa when he’s in tokyo? even though they always make fun of her for other things all the time? how flaky.

what was i supposed to be talking about again… oh right, the narumi sisters in the hiyoko anime.

in any case, to me, the plot of the anime seems to be different separate chunks of scenes haphazardly spliced together. like, there seems to be some kind of disjointment between the scenes, even within the same episode, as though there’s barely any flow to it?

episode 6 is pretty much my best example of that. [it opens with the repaint photoshoot + that “yaaa no, i have no interest in you dawgs” thing in the shower, which is never brought up again.] [then the nagisa call, which, coolio, it makes for a decent linking scene.] [then there are random timeskips/scene jumps to juri, and then hina, which… okay.] [then the sena scene, which is never mentioned again.] [and then the mona scene, which is also never mentioned again.] [and then more nagisa references happen as heroine ikusei keikaku takes place as the last section of scenes for the episode.] like… i think that the fact that all of the scenes can even be separated like this is a little… weird?

i dunno man, i feel like i’ll detract even further from the point of the original ask into a whole bunch of “??? moments” about the hiyoko anime if i carry on…

this turned out to be a very incoherent rant i’m so sorry!!!!!!

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 37

anon - i propose a 'who can solve a rubik's cube faster' contest between steven and casper because we need them to bond !

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anon - yall so what if

Hear me out

Y/n sees someone in trouble, but it's CASPER! And she goes out without Marc's permission and saves him, and when she comes back Marc is just sitting there watching the news and he looks over to her and he looks worried and sees Casper kinda just sitting there and he tends to both of them and Casper just kinda breaks the silence and goes "so..how what's your day?-" "what were you thinking y/n?" It's steven now and they kinda have a small argument and Casper goes "CHILDREN CHILDREN!! sorry sir but she SAVED me and you're getting mad at her for it?" Also why am I writing an entire fic idk😭

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anon - guys what if when y/n and Casper have their second ACTUAL kiss Marc makes a gross gagging noise and we're like "oh shit I didn't know you were there"

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@spideyscottage - okay but idea- baby scarab going on a date with casper and marc and layla are spying on them the whole time

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A/N : casper and y/n on their first official date :)))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : this one was so much fun to write ngl

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, mentions of power failure, casper bonding with your dads, suggestive(? like almost making out but not really??), marc being a sneaky little bitch, getting shot (guns and violence) let me know if i missed anything

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today was your date with casper.

it’s not a fancy date and you’re happy with that, since neither of you are too fond of crowds.

you’d rather it just be you and him.

he had texted you as promised, and you had planned to get ice cream at this place down the road from his house, then go back and watch some movies with him.

it sounded perfect to you.

plus you wouldn’t be interrupted since his mom and sister were visiting family out of town, and his dad was out for a business trip.

and no, you’re not going to take advantage of the fact you’ll be completely alone with him, or take advantage of casper himself.

it was just that you’ve been interrupted a lot.

that’s all.

you had made sure to knock and wait for marc to open the door, no doubt that he was still fronting.

you heard hushed whispers and a thud before rushed footsteps come to the door before it opens, revealing marc, and you immediately notice his messy hair and the fact that his shirt is inside out.

you send him a tight lipped smile and lean on the doorframe. “did you guys actually..” you trail off, and when marc didn’t answer you gave him a disgusted look.

“dude i’m never sitting on that couch ever again” you mumble, peaking in and seeing the kittens eating their breakfast.

marc blocks you from looking in, and raises an eyebrow.

“do you want me to get you your pop tarts?” he asks and you make a face.

“why can’t i come in?” you ask suspiciously.

marc avoids eye contact with you, and begrudgingly shakes his head, which makes you smile.

“why not?” you press cheekily hoping he’ll give you an answer, but marc just gives you a look.

“steven?” you call out, knowing he would crack under pressure.

“they fondued. marc i’m so sorry” he admits and apologizes, marc running a hand down his face.

you snort and push yourself off the doorframe.

“please clean up in there” you start, marc distractedly nodding.

“also i might be home late” you trail off, marc giving you a confused look.

“but you don’t have work” he points out and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m uh..” you try to find the words.

“spit it out, y/n” you hear jake and you take a breath before doing so.

“casper asked me out” you start, getting surprised murmurs from all the guys. 

“so i’m.. that’s what i’m doing today” you look down and fiddle with a loose string on your sleeve.

you hear marc sigh and you look back up at him. “i know i can’t stop you.” he starts and you nod.

“just.. just at least text us every once and a while” a smile forms on your face and you nod excitedly.

“i will, i promise” you let out a breath and marc sighs again.

“awww, she’s going out on her first date” steven gushes and you groan.

“stay safe” jake tells you.

“i will”

and that was that. you said your goodbyes, and marc had to go anyways to.. clean up the place.

they all knew that this was going to happen at some point.

they fear the future, being honest.

they don’t want to let you go. meaning, they wish they could’ve somehow been there your whole life so that they had more time with you.

but nothing can change the past.

but they can at least make sure you’re okay in the present and make sure you have a good future.

~~~

you met casper where you said you would, it now being around noon.

the ice cream place you were at wasn’t very popular, and it was near a park so it would be smooth sailing.

and little did you know that marc knew exactly where you were.

of course he followed you like the creep he is.

with layla too.

they were in their suits while following you on the rooftops.

jake and steven tried to convince him to leave you be, but marc insisted. he claims that this will be the only time. just to make sure that you’re safe.

casper doesn’t exactly know your whole situation with the ‘three dads in one body’ thing.

which is why this date would be a good time to explain.

“you didn’t have to pay, i have money” you tell casper, poking your ice cream with a spoon from the bowl it was in.

“and i already told you, i want this to be the best day ever, so don’t worry about a single thing” he reminds you.

you chuckle and walk with him down the sidewalk, both of you eating your ice cream along the way.

you feel a ringing in your head and turn around, seeing just regular people walking about.

“you okay?” casper asks and you nod, turning back to walk with him again.

“is it the tingle?” he whispers and you make a face.

“don’t say tingle. and yes, but there wasn’t anything there” you start. “i mean my webs were being weird yesterday, maybe my senses are going haywire” you suggest and casper shrugs.

“just don’t push yourself” casper warns, both of you speaking in hushed voices.

“i won’t, let’s just talk about something else” you shake your head and casper perks up immediately.

“there’s actually something i’ve been meaning to ask you” he starts, and you gesture for him to keep going.

“it’s about… steven. or is it marc?” he says confused and you hum.

“it’s a long story, but basically they are three different people in one body”

“what?”

“yeah”

casper takes a second to take a bite of his ice cream.

“doesn’t it get confusing knowing who’s who?”

“not really, steven has a british accent, while marc sounds american. and jake has this new york thing going on. he knows spanish” you nod to yourself, casper humming in thought.

“so i’ve met all of them then” he murmurs and you nod.

“wait- so that means moon knight and mr knight are the same guy?” he asks and you shake your head.

“marc is moon knight, and steven is mr knight. jake doesn’t do much for the public to see” you inform him and he nods.

“any more questions?”

“no”

“well, i have one then”

“and what is it?” casper wonders and you bite your lip, wondering if you should go through with it.

“can i get a taste of your ice cream” you start, casper blinking a few times before you continue.

“you don’t have to, it was just-“

“sure” he answers quietly and you quickly pull on his collar, yanking him over to peck his lips before pulling back.

he stops walking to stare at you, who had also stopped and licked your lips.

“good choice” you tell casper, starting to walk again, leaving him to catch up.

but before he could there was a loud bang, and then a few scared yells coming from behind you.

you set your bowl of ice cream on top of a garbage can, then look to casper who was inching towards you slowly, and doing the same with his ice cream.

the source of the loud crash was another car accident, and you saw about a dozen people dressed in identical black suits,  all having giant guns in their hands while pointing them at civilians.

“shit” you mutter, taking casper’s arm and leading him behind a tree.

“stay here, please don’t come out” you plead, looking around the tree to make sure nobody saw you.

casper looked startled, but shook his head.

“is there any way i can help?-“

“you can help by staying here. safe and hidden” you say and he hesitantly nods.

“khonshu, come on in need the suit” you say into thin air, casper being confused and then shocked when a suit envelopes your body, and lastly your face.

you nod at him and run out from behind the tree, right towards the danger.

casper watched, peaking around the tree only in the slightest.

you shot a web out at a light pole, thankful they were working properly again, and swinging so that you could kick a guy in the back, knocking him over as you land on top of a car in your ‘fighting pose’.

the eleven people left turn to you, and open fire, making you flip back and take cover behind the car, then shooting a web out towards one of their faces, then pulling to make them fall to the ground, face first.

two down, ten to go.

you jump out again, doing the same web thing to three more of them, then swinging and kicking two down.

now there were only five left, yet you only saw four.

you figured you would worry later, and take down the four that were there.

they kept open firing at you, one of the bullets skimming your thigh, making you wince and press a hand into it while you shot a web out to the gun to take it, then throwing it back at the persons head to knock them out.

the other three, you reused moves you already did, taking them out in no time.

they were amateurs.

you went to find the last one, when your spidey senses went off.

and in the direction of where casper was too.

you basically sprinted the best you could with the wound you had on your thigh, and when you came to turn around to the tree, there they were.

the last guy, and he had casper in a chokehold, the gun at his temple.

you noticed that the guys sleeves were rolled up, granted having gloves on.

you saw a scale tattoo on his forearm, which made you gasp.

“just come with us and he doesn’t get hurt” he says in a gruff voice, pressing the gun harder into the side of casper’s head.

you take in a shaky breath. “fine. just let him go” you say shakily and capsers eyes widen.

“no-“ he gets shoved away and you keep your fighting stance.

the man points the gun to casper and your eyes widen, and without thinking, you leap out in front of him, your shoulder taking the bullet, and the man gets impaled with a crescent shaped piece of sharp metal, making him fall to the ground.

“oh my god! y/n, please-“ casper crouches down next to you, the mask coming off while your eyes find his.

“please say something!” casper exclaims, you putting a hand up to his shoulder.

“help me up, we have to go” you say hurriedly, casper nodding and doing so.

“you just got shot- oh my god” he murmurs to himself, hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, the non injured on of course.

“yeah, just.. just..” you trail off.

“we’re going to my place, i’ll help you- i- i can help you there” he stammers, and you start to smell a faint scent of salt.

“are you crying?” you ask as you both duck into an alley near his house.

“no but i might” he says honestly. “i just watched you get shot while saving my ass” he tells you, helping you up the fire escape.

he helps you into his unlocked window, thankful nobody is home.

“sit on the bed, i’ll be right back” he tells you, and the suit comes off, revealing your normal clothes again.

where the bullet grazed your thigh was bleeding, and of course your bullet wound was as well.

casper came back and winced at the sight, having a cup of water and washcloths in his hand, along with a single rubber glove.

“is the bullet still in there?” he asks and you nod, flexing your arm and instantly regretting it, as it sent a stinging pain down your arm.

“hey hey hey- just.. just relax i can.. i can fix it” he says shakily and you look at him with glossy eyes. 

“i’m sorry” you say quietly, and casper looks at you like you’re crazy.

“what? why on earth are you sorry?” he says offendedly, putting the glove on and moving to look at the bullet wound closer.

“i ruined our first date” you let out a breath and casper gives you a look.

“you saved me from getting shot, you didn’t ruin anything” caliper starts. “you could never, so don’t think that”

you gasp in pain as casper touches the small hole in your arm lightly, and apologizing before just sticking two of his fingers in it to try and reach the bullet.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from letting out pained groans, and clenching your fists to keep yourself from flinching away.

“i got it” he says, setting the bullet down on his nightstand, and opening it to get the alcohol he now kept in it.

“where did that crescent thing come from?” he asks you, distracting you from thinking about the alcohol soaked towel about to touch over your bullet wound.

“probably marc, that sneaky bitch” you start, casper snorting. “he probably followed us, that’s why my senses were being weird” you realize and groan.

as if on cue, there’s a tap on the window sill, freaking the both of you out, and turning to see marc of course, peaking in with a smile until he sees what’s going on.

“holy shit” he mutters, coming in through the window, while the suit disappeared, taking your face in his hands.

“i didn’t think you actually got shot, are you okay?!” he exclaims and you nod, gently taking his hands off you while caliper continued to clean up the bullet hole in your arm.

marc turns to casper with narrowed eyes. “does he know what he’s doing?” marc asks and casper nods, not taking his eyes off of the almost clean wound.

“i do, i’ve watched many tutorials to prepare for this, sir” he answers and you raise and eyebrow.

“so you’ve been waiting for me to be shot?” you ask cheekily and casper shoots up in surprise.

“nonono- i just-“

he’s cut off by you laughing. “still too easy” you mutter.

marc watched the whole thing with furrowed brows, watching as casper reached for the gauze and bandages, unraveling them and staring to wrap them around your arm.

“y/n” marc suddenly says in a stern voice, making you look to him slowly.

“..yes?”

“not to be ‘me’, but what the hell were you thinking? you should’ve waited for me to-“

“get away from layla?” steven continued in a cheeky tone, making you raise an eyebrow.

“layla forced him to let you handle it. she almost cut him a couple times” steven informs you and you hum while nodding.

“interesting” you say.

“can you.. can you hear them?” casper asks and you nod.

“we think it has something to do with my schizophrenia” you say and he nods, moving to look at your leg.

the moment he put his hand near your thigh, marc nudged his hand away and gave him a look.

“marc-“

“no, he’s done, i’ll take care of the rest” he mutters, casper taking a breath and handing marc the alcohol and the bandages.

“you’re lucky there’s no bullet in this one, or you’d be in so much trouble right now” marc tells you and you sigh.

“if i may, she saved me so maybe don’t be such a-“

“such a what?” marc cuts off casper and you stare at him, waiting for him to respond to marc.

“such a dick” he mutters and you start laughing.

“he’s right, in a way” you defend, taking casper’s hand in your own.

“watch it” marc points a finger in your face, making you look away.

“thank you” you say to casper, him nodding and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

“anytime”

marc finished wrapping the bandage around your leg, and now that you were safe and not bleeding out, marc left the room to find a sink to wash his hands at, leaving you and casper.

“are you okay?” you ask him quietly and he stays silent.

“i didn’t mean to bring you into this- i- you must have been terrified- you had a gun to your head” you stutter and casper gives you a small smile to calm you.

“it was terrifying” he starts and you hold your breath. “but i knew you’d never let me get hurt. you’re the bravest person i’ve ever met” he says to you and you purse your lips, smiling back.

“i owe you ice cream” you chuckle, feeling both of you leaning closer to each other.

it wasn’t as slow as last time, this time knowing both of you wanted this.

you bring your non injured arm up and holding casper’s cheek in your hand, his moving up to your back to hold you close to him.

you were the one who finally closed the gap, your lips molding together like they were meant for each other.

you each separated to take a quick breath before moving even closer to deepen the kiss.

you ended up bringing your other arm up to wrap around him as well, his other hand brushing against your cheek.

your eyebrows furrowed, pressing your lips against his with more pressure than before, and then was when you felt his tongue poke at your bottom lip.

you were about to let it go further when you heard someone clear their throat from the outside of casper’s room, making you both jump apart.

it was steven, and you could tell by the way he was standing, and the way he was smiling at the both of you.

“how.. how long were you standing there..?” you ask him quietly.

“just a second, don’t worry” he answers and you sigh, casper avoiding looking at anyone.

you sit there awkwardly as well until steven- thank god- changes the subject.

“did you solve this?” steven asks casper, picking up the solved rubix cube off his desk.

casper shakes his head. “no, my sister did” he answers, the tense atmosphere fading away.

“are i’ve been practicing on this one though” casper continues, picking his other one up off his nightstand, right next to where a bloody bullet was.

“hm” steven hums, and you make a face, wondering what was going on in his head.

you get an idea all of a sudden, squeezing casper’s hand that was still in yours.

“you guys should have a competition, like who can solve a rubix cube the fastest” you offer, and both steven and casper chuckle.

“if you insist” steven says, handing you the solved rubix cube so that you could fairly mess it up so that the competition was fair.

you hand it back after turning and twisting in in every way you can, and looking between the two of them, casper slowly taking his hand out of yours after squeezing it one last time.

they both count down, sounding like nerds but effectively making you smile at the two, and then they both started to solve the colorful cubes.

~~~

it took half an hour until casper beat steven. not by a lot thought, because steven solved it five minuted after casper.

they called it a good game, and now casper was talking about how he’s never beat his sister in solving it.

which wasn’t surprising since allison absolutely killed those rubix cubes.

you didn’t know how she did it, but it’s impressive nonetheless.

you were glad steven and casper could meet officially and become ‘acquaintances’, dare you say ‘friend’.

they are both total nerds.

but you love your nerds.

love? well- you love steven because he’s basically your dad- but do you love casper?

you like him for sure, but you don’t think you’d say you loved him yet.

you needed more time.

this was only your first date after all- well before you got shot.

“arachnid strikes again” casper says out loud, reading a news article on his phone to you and steven.

“londons new spider hero, arachnid, takes down twelve armed men at noon today” he says and you smile.

“thanks to her, no casualties were reported and the twelve criminals were properly arrested” he finishes, turning his phone off and smiles at you.

“i told you you’d be a good hero” you hear jakes voice, turning to see that he was now fronting.

“thank you jake” you respond, and casper tilts his head.

“you were the one that named one of your cats, right? y/n told me you really like them” casper sparks conversation and jake raises an eyebrow.

“si” he says quickly and casper just smiles.

“he’s a cat mom” you tell casper and jake scoffs.

“she looked like a luna, so i named her luna” he says sternly and you nod.

“and it was.. marc? who named the other one?” casper asks and you nod.

“yeah, so we have luna and pedro” you snort, casper smiling.

“i could see that” he nods and you shake your head.

“see? pedro is a good name for our cat” marc says, granted casper can’t hear him.

“marc is happy you like it” you murmur, casper chuckling at your annoyed expression.

“well, i’m glad” he responds.

it was all light conversations from there on out.

marc and jake did end up talking to casper, and even admitted he wasn’t as bad as they thought.

you were all ‘i told you so’ this and ‘i told you so’ that.

they were all just happy that you had a good time overall with him.

and that you even had him in the first place.

when you had all first met, it was before casper.

you expressed- when you were comfortable- that you wished for anybody to just walk up and say ‘hey let’s be friends’ and that’s exactly what happened.

marc was skeptical, but got over it.

jake wasn’t around yet exactly, but back then if he could’ve given you a hug he would’ve.

they just want you to have the time of your life while you’re still young.

they didn’t have the best childhood, well, marc didn’t, and he was the most wanting you to do anything and everything you want.

except kissing people on the mouth.

he almost died of a heart attack is steven hadn’t fronted when you two were lip locked when he walked in.

it was sadly time to go, out the window of course and down the fire escape.

marc was fronting again, watching you as you said your hushed goodbyes with a worried casper.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i’ll see you, okay?” he nods at you and you smile, darting your eyes to marc for a second before taking casper’s jaw in your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

he was surprised you would do this in front of marc, considering he threw a fit about it the last time.

marc decided to make fake gagging noises which made you separate from casper and glare at him.

“can you not?”

“can you not?”

you stick your tongue out at marc and turn back to casper for a second to wave and start your venture down the fire escape, leaving him with his thoughts.

and after you two left, casper totally didn’t do the thing where he shoved his face in his pillow while listening to live songs by himself.

he totally didn’t do that.

and neither did you.

you totally weren’t whipped for each other.

totally not.

according to marc, you weren’t.

to steven you were, and to jake, well- he was the silent observer.

and they totally didn’t tease you about it all night until you brought up the fact that marc and layla totally didn’t bone on the couch.

totally.

when all the chaos ended, marc debated calling layla over and telling you the news about something they had been talking about.

he ended up chickening out.

he couldn’t do it, not yet.

not until he was sure you’d say yes.

steven and jake knew you would, but decided to have marc ask you since he was the one you physically could say four simple words.

four simple words that he rehearsed in his head over and over.

patience is what steven and jake had.

and patience is all marc needed.

~~~

A/N : IM EARLY :D

this post explains why the chapter is so early, if youre interested, have a nice day guys :))

thank you for all the stuff in my inbox, you are all so chaotic and i love it!!! i love the little shorts you guys send they are so funny and cute <3

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[pooklet]

anon asks: unhelpful answers edition!

1. I don’t use the hair binner, so I’m not sure how that works. I’ve always used Wardrobe Wrangler to bin hairs (and I don’t even fully know how to use that). But making elders keep their colors isn’t part of that process, as far as I know. What I always do, when recoloring a hair, is just give elders the same hair color texture as adults. That’s all! So if I was retexturing a hair (ignore the old texture, I grabbed one at random) all the textures inside the bodyshop project would look like this:

It sounds like you may have downloaded some hairs in which the recolorer has given elders a different gray texture. I have no idea how to fix this after the fact other than to make a bodyshop project of the hair and replace the gray textures with the color that the younger ages have (assuming the recolorer hasn’t also deleted the elder stage, which is a whole other can of worms). Someone else might know if there’s another way to do without making a new recolor, but I’ve always just done that. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help!

edit: oh my god i’m so dumb. you can just export the adult texture and import it over the gray one in SimPE!! again, this assumes that the recolorer did not completely delete the elder age, but yeah. there you go! i cannot believe i forgot about that lol.

2. My own! I’m still using human ones for the moment cuz I haven’t been able to decide which alien ones to default instead. I use 32, 42, 47 and 51 from my Kids In Technicolor set. If you want the exact ones that I'm using, here you go! These skew darker than Maxis’s default S1/S2/S3/S4 range, so if your skins are mostly geneticized in keeping with Maxis skintones, mine won’t fit well in your game. If you’re just interested in the textures that I use, not the specific shades, you could default some different shades from that set, which you can find in this sfs folder.

3. Hi anon! It is a default slider, yes, and it’s toward the back of the “Face” section, which is the first group of sliders. :)

Edit: if you are making sims in CAS, you won’t have that slider available and will need to get the Bodyshop Sliders for CAS mod. Sorry about that! I never make sims in CAS so I forgot that slider wasn’t there! Thanks to @kayleigh-83​ for pointing that out.

4. Alas, I have no idea how that mod works! Modding is completely beyond me. But it does work in my game, you just have to have it in your downloads. If it’s not working for you, you may have some sort of conflict, and may want to test it using the 50/50 method in CAS. Don’t forget to backup your neighborhood first, and restore it after you have finished 50/50ing!

5. I have no idea! :( There are tutorials on making accessories but I’ve never braved them. But this looks like a really good place to start, if you want to give it a try. :)

6. Hey anon! I assume you are the same anon who has asked for Lilac a couple times before and I am sorry for the delay. He’s going to be up with the other spares after the next Cakebread update (in which Tiara is finally going to die) but since you have been so patient I have uploaded him ahead of time. Here you go! Everything is in folders, so you can delete anything that you already have. You can dump his sim file in your Savedsims (or I think he will still work fine in Downloads).

The floorplans and library were built by @skulldilocks​ and my versions  are missing some CC that I accidentally deleted, so here are some top-down pics she took for me: library, gas station.

[hajimescutie]

hii it’s gonna b a long time a didn’t request so can you do the «fighting with his s/o » thing but with iwaizumi plz :D

i saw that now u have a lot of request and new post I’m so happy :33

💘anon

# — fighting with his s/o

includes: h. iwaizumi x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: anxiety attack

a/n: hi my love!! i'm so so so SO sorry this took so long. for having 2 classes this summer it's honestly taking up so much of my time, but i finally have a break! consider this a belated birthday present for hajime lmao. thank you for requesting 💘 anon! i miss u!

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you and hajime hadn't been on the best terms lately.

you both had been having little arguments over little things for about 2 weeks now. one argument consisted of him getting irritated that you hadn't moved his wet clothes to the dryer when he had to meet with team Japan that morning. you had completely spaced on it since you were busy with work and cleaning the apartment. you apologized and tried to reason but he was already walking out the door wearing damp clothing.

another consisted of you coming home from work with the apartment looking like a disaster. hajime had the day off and you asked him if he could pick up a bit, which you were met with a grunt and a mumbled "yes". so, when you came home to the place looking exactly how you left, you were frustrated.

it was a constant battle between the two of you, someone always doing something the other doesn't approve of. you both were exhausted at this point, wanting everything to be normal for once.

at one point, you thought you guys were making progress. you hadn't had a single argument in four days, none of you doing anything to piss the other off. although, hajime has been coming home late lately, barely ever saying anything to you the next morning before he left for work. you didn't really think anything of it at first, until you got home late one night and he wasn't there.

you never thought hajime was one to cheat. yeah, you guys fought a lot, but you knew he loved you with his whole being, as you did for him. but now, you felt like you were all alone. maybe this was a sign that he was done with you. you knew he was tired, but was he so tired that he would stay out extra late doing god knows what in order to not be around you?

you shot him a quick text asking where he was, biting your lip nervously. he responded in about a minute

hajime <3: out with the team. don't wait up for me. love u

you let out a slight sigh of relief, but you were still upset that he was out this late at night. you decided to put your big pants on and finally talk to him about this, or else you both will probably end up in a situation where nothing can be fixed.

you <3: can you come home please? we need to talk.

you got a response not even a second later.

hajime <3: leaving now

your heart immediately started beating faster, your brain racing to come up with a list of things to talk about. you definitely wanted to ask him why he's been out so late recently and how you feel about the constant arguing. was that it? you never were really the type to talk about how you felt, just like hajime. you both weren't the best at communicating, both afraid of the others reaction. but, it was time to face the facts and address the issue at hand.

you were sitting on the couch watching some random show when you heard the faint jiggling of keys outside the door. you tensed immediately when it opened, chills crawling up your spine from the brisk air wafting through. you didn't say anything to him when he walked in, taking off his jacket and his shoes. you also didn't say anything when he walked over to you and turned the tv off, sitting next to you with a considerable amount of space between.

he grabbed one of your hands in his, his fingertips burning against your warm skin from how cold it was outside. he cleared his throat before mumbling, "what did you want to talk about?"

you gulped, slowly pulling your hands away from him and hugging yourself. the list you had going on flew out the window, his presence making you nervous. the last thing you wanted out of this was an argument and then nothing get solved. you wanted to be better, and you wanted him to be better.

you hadn't said anything in a minute before you heard a scoff. you turned and saw him shaking his head, a sarcastic laugh coming out of his mouth. "this is what i left early for? if you don't have anything to say i'm going to bed."

you gaped at him, the hole in your heart growing as each harsh word escapes his mouth. he started to get up and walk to your guy's room before you finally found the confidence to speak, "why have you been out late so much recently?"

you voice was barely above a whisper, but hajime heard it. he sighed before turning to look at you with a bored look on his face, "do you want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?"

"the former."

he looked down at the ground before back at you, swiping his tongue across his front teeth in order to calm himself down. "i'm tired of always coming home to you when all we do is argue. you constantly find something little to piss me off, regardless if it's intentional or unintentional. i'm sick of it."

you took deep breaths while you listened to his explanation. he was one to talk.

"don't you think i'm tired of them, too? do you think it's easy for me to call you out on something you haven't done when i asked you to? don't talk like i'm the only one instigating the arguments, you're just to blame as me, hajime," you blurted.

he rolled his eyes at you before walking into the bedroom while you scrambled off the couch to follow him.

"hey! we're not done talking!!" you exclaimed.

"i am, this isn't going to solve anything, just like all the other ones. there's no point anymore," he spoke quietly. this was different than what you were used to. he would usually be matching your tone by now, but he was quiet. and that scared you a lot more.

you felt your heartbreak at his confession. you felt like you were losing him, slowly slipping from the relationship. "there's no point anymore". did that mean he was done? was he fed up? did he not have any energy to fix what you both had broken?

you turned around to start walking back to the living room, not noticing your sniffles and large tears making their way down your cheeks. you wiped at your face, which only made the tears fall faster, sobs wracking through your body. you couldn't make it to the living room until you fell to the floor, your heartbeat racing faster than you've ever felt. the room started to spin, your breathing staggered, your head feeling light. you could hear the faint sound of a voice, then hands touching your back and your face. you could barely notice the ravenette looking at you with a panicked expression, your eyes travelling to his moving mouth even though you could barely hear what he was saying.

hajime was freaking the fuck out. he knows your guy's relationship has been rocky recently, but he was shit at communication. hence why it was so easy for him to blow off the conversation. what he hadn't realized was how much this was affecting you. he knew you weren't the best at communicating either, but you for sure tried more than he did. and you were just trying to a few minutes ago before he acted like an ass.

when you weren't calming down, his best resort was to embrace you in a hug in order to keep you grounded. he mumbled for you to try and match his breathing, one of his hands playing with your hair and the other firmly wrapped around your waist. it took a few minutes, but he felt you start to ease up, your sobs dying down and your tears drying slightly. when he deemed you somewhat composed, he picked you up and walked back to the bed, gently laying you down while not letting go of you. you practically had him in a death grip, your body missing the feeling of your boyfriend's warmth and comfort.

he cooed sweet nothings into your heart along with apologies. his heart broke at the state you were in, and it was his fault. he should've removed his head out of his ass sooner, he should've seen how close your relationship was to the brink of collapsing. he nuzzled his face into your neck, strong arms keeping you as close to his chest as possible.

you were finally able to match your breathing with his, coming back to your senses. you pulled away slowly to look at him with a teary gaze and a trembling lip.

"i-i'm sorry i made you f-feel like you couldn't come home anymore," you choked out, "i j-just wanted to talk and fix things but i-" you bit back a sob.

"i... i understand if you don't want to do this anymore," you cried, more tears spilling from your puffy eyes.

hajime felt his heart shatter. he immediately cupped your face, wanting your full, undivided attention on him.

"i'm so fucking sorry, baby. i know what i said, but i wasn't thinking straight. i want to be with you for the rest of my life. i'm sorry i'm so shit at communicating, and i'm sorry i didn't see how much you were hurting. god i never want to make you feel like that again, i'm so so sorry angel," tears started to make their way down hajime's cheeks, making your own widen.

you pulled your foreheads together, eyes closed as you take in each other's presence.

"i'll be better for you, i'll be better at communicating and being level-headed. god i never want to lose you. you're so special to me, more than anyone in this world," he pecked your lips, then your cheeks, your eyelids, your forehead.

you sniffled before opening your eyes, "i'm sorry too baby. i'll be better at communicating too and being patient with you."

he gave you a sweet smile, pulling you in for a soft kiss before you both succumbed to slumber, soft smiles plastered on both of your faces. you both would be okay.

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saying things they don’t mean during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[chippedaxe]

I love your writing and i was wondering if i can request how mcyt would react to a demon s/o also if you want you can make it nsfw if your ok with that :)

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Title: Demon s/o Hc's

Warnings: NSFW is included, there will be a warning when it comes up in the fic. Demons mentioned, maybe a bit of religion, praise, degrading, sub reader (dom reader for George and Karl) , maybe a bit of dumbfication idk

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia.

Synopsis: The reader is a demon and this is how their s/o (the mcyt's) react to that.

Word count: 1.3k

Note: I am not doing requests in order btw, I'm just completing the ones I feel like doing first.

- I LITERALLY HAVE A DRAFT OF THIS EXACT IDEA BUT IN REVERSE (SO THE READER IS MORTAL AND THE MCYT'S R DEMONS) great minds think alike! Don't they, :) anon?

The reader has demon horns, a spiked demon tail and fire powers.

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SFW

c! Dream

- He finds it cool and amusing to have you as his demon partner, he appreciates how warm you keep him in the winters too by the way.

- He would probably flick your tail randomly while you two are just chilling together.

- You'd use your fire to warm you two up in the winter, your body heat would be enough to warm Dream up normally however.

- He would miss that warmth very much when he's in the prison, he would feel somewhat comforted by the prison's lava however as it reminds him of you.

c! Sapnap

- He would drag you places by the tail if you were refusing to go, he would also pull on your tail to get you out of bed.

- He would snuggle up with you and collect your body heat whenever he's cold, he would be pushing you away and avoiding you when he's hot though.

- He gets so hot and sweaty around you sometimes and it'll come to the point where he has to kick you out of the room and it'll upset you.

- He of course feels bad and invites you back in immediately after, but you refuse since he made the room smelly :,(

- You can basically turn a whole pool into a sauna and he loves that, not when he's trying to cool off though.

c! George

- I feel as if he wouldn't really notice at first to be honest, he'd only figure out that you're a demon when he wakes up and you've destroyed his pillow with your horns "When'd you grow horns?" George asks.

- He will cuddle up with you at night to keep warm, his body just curling up around you and sleeping peacefully.

- Your tail sometimes rips the sheet so you have to tuck it into your pants when you go to sleep.

- You have to be extra careful while sleeping or your horns will ruin the pillows again and George won't be very happy with you..

c! Eret

- She treats you like a little pet, he will have you sitting beside their throne and will ignore you unless they need something. She will glance over and give you a bit of affection by petting your head.

- "I'm a demon! Not some pet!" you growl "Of course, dear" Eret smiles "Don't patronize me" you cross your arms and pout. Eret really does warm your fiery demon heart.

- You will obliterate and burn all that he wishes, if someone is up to be executed then you will set hellfire on them.

- Eret enjoys the way your tail wags like a puppy when you're happy "you're absolutely adorable, dear" Eret strokes your cheek "I'm not cute! I'm a brute! I'm a demon!" they laugh at you.

c! Karl

- You milk your demon privileges to the maximum "I can't go near water, I can't wash the dishes!" you lie and he believes you "I can't wash the clothes, I never learnt how to do all that in hell, sorry!" you get yourself out of many chores by doing this.

- He would probably touch the tip of your horns and then cry immediately when it pricks him, you then kiss his boo boo better "why'd you touch them?? They're sharp!" you wail "They looked shiny!"

- You're literally immortal so Karl could visit you at any point in time and you'd be there!

c! Punz

- He’d probably find you dangerous at first, worried that your fire would also be something he needed to take caution if but he calmed down when he first spoke with you.

- Your fire would be splattered uncontrollably, things would be set ablaze by accident and Punz would need to put it out (or leave it to burn if he simply didn’t care about it)

- Both if you are usually very warm people in temperature so you two being together would create some weird type of infinite heater (this also means that you two get very sweaty very often however)

NSFW

c! Dream

- He would grab onto your horns and use them as support as he thrusted into you, he would also flick your tail to tease you since it’s so sensitive.

- He would have burn marks and scratches all over him by the time you two are done, you will also almost always be leaving a trail of smoke when you’re done cumming.

- He’d enjoy the large bloodied marks he gets from your teeth sinking into him during sex.

c! Sapnap

- He would use your fire and body heat to indulge in some of his temperature play fantasies.

- He would stroke your tail and kiss your ears while railing into you, he’d be praising you and telling you how good you’re being.

- if you prefer degradation than he’d be pulling on your tail and shoving it between your teeth as a gag to keep you quiet while he fucked you dumb “dumb little slut.. aren’t you meant to be a demon?”

c! George

- You know how I said that the bed would get ruined from your demon features? Yeah a lot more than just the bed would be broken by the time you two are done fucking.

- You’d ride George when he’s feeling tired, his hands would be groping your warm flesh and he’d whine at the feeling of your sharp fangs just gently gliding over his skin and nibbling on his collarbone.

- He’d probably grab your horns if he wanted you to either slow down or go faster.

c! Eret

- She treats you like absolute royalty in the sheets, their hands will be all over you and praising you “you look so gorgeous, so perfect for me darling~”

- if you prefer degrading than he’d be tugging on your horns and pulling at a collar around your neck, they’d pull you to the floor and have you suck her off “you’re demon scum. You think you’re above me? Get down and suck.”

- He’d be petting your hair/ pulling on your hair while either fucking into your or having you ride them.

c! Karl

- Karl would touch your tail one day and then wonder what happened, he was tossed to the bed and was now getting fucked by you.

- Your tail coiled around his body, your hips shuddering as you rode his cock. “Oh god!” Karl moaned out “I’m a fucking demon; not God” you’d remind him.

- There’d be many marks on you, your arms and shoulders would be covered in scratches, your neck would be covered in small bites and your lips would probably be a bit sore.

c! Punz

- SUCH A BIG MESS. You think that being a demon automatically makes you the dominant one? Punz doesn’t fucking think so at all.

- it’s a constant fight of who is the top or bottom in your relationship. You’ll be riding him and then he’ll suddenly be trying to ram into you, there’s never a clear winner!

- Tie his hands up with your flexible tail when he’s being naughty, let him grab onto your horns and fuck your face, spit fire at him when the pleasure gets too much and you’re just not able to control it anymore <3

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can i have platonic headcanons of shinobu, muichiro, mitsuri, sanemi, and gyomei with a male tsugoku thats strong enough to become a hashira but refuses because he likes being by there side.

Hi hi anon! Thank you so very much for being patient with me and I’m so sorry for taking 50 years to get to you and your request dhdhsnd 😭 I like this prompt it’s so cute not wanting to leave your homie’s side TT as always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes! Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or change, I will gladly do so <3

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🌼 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

Shinobu genuinely loved him the same way she loved her sisters and loved being close to him however she would often do her best to encourage him to become a pillar

“Y/n, you’ve done more than the requirement to become a pillar, Oyakata-Sama has been wondering when you would ask,” She would say gently

He would always shake his head with the same gentle smile, “ I feel confident and strong when you’re near me,” he would laughed softly, “Besides you’d miss me too much around here,” he’d tease with a bright smile

She would sigh softly but would pat his head in response with a gentle smile

Shinobu would think it’s sweet and sometimes for the best that he didn’t take the position because she was constantly thinking about the loss of her sister — she didn’t want to lose anyone else

Though she wouldn’t give up on encouraging them to take the next step because it was for the sake of his potential

Shinobu would be more than proud of him regardless if we were to take the position of being a Hashira or not

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𝑴𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

Muichiro grew to love him like his brother despite not really remembering much of anything

Though he couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to officially become a pillar

“You’re kinda dumb for not becoming a pillar” he would say a little nonchalantly and sometimes use not so nice words in place of dumb ToT

Though he’d have a small smile hearing Y/n tell him that he loved being by his brother’s side

Muichiro would be a little too reliant on him for emotional support and for memory support because Y/n would often help him remember bits and pieces of his life TT

Would also make a point that he’d miss his partner in crime so he couldn’t bring himself to officially take the position

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𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊

She would definitely spoil him as her tsugoku as her training was the most difficult considering the rigor of her techniques because of her unique body composition

Mitsuri’s definitely tried more than once to get him to become a pillar as he has completed the training and requirements

“N/n, why don’t you want to become a pillar?” She would ask every time he would refuse

“I love being by your side Mitsuri! You remind me a lot of my little sister and just like I wouldn’t leave her side, I don’t want to leave you,” he’d always smile

Mitsuri would love hearing just how warmed up he was to her though she would feel a little bad thinking that she was holding him back

Though she wouldn’t give up either on having him become a pillar, sometimes she’d use treats to try but it doesn’t work TT

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊

Though it was an incredibly difficult bonding experience (Sanemi didn’t want a tsugoku but he was assigned to him by Oyakata who saw his potential), Sanemi definitely warmed up to Y/n

Genuinely began to view him as a brother, though he tried to keep his distance because he’d be reminded of Genya

Too bad, Y/n basically became his adopted brother ToT after a whole lot of counseling from Y/n and talk sessions together

Sanemi tried to encourage him to officially take the position

His refusal would make Sanemi mad enough to where he calls him a bunch of names like dumbass and an idiot for wasting his training

deep down inside Sanemi would be glad in the sense that Y/n wouldn’t have to be in the most dangerous rank of the corps

Sanemi would probably try to force him but at the same time would just leave him by his side — The Wind Pillar couldn’t handle another loss

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𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒊

Gyomei would definitely be stunned hearing his refusal to take the next step in becoming an official pillar

“But why? You worked so hard to achieve your strength and to polish your abilities,” he would say, with tears streaming down his away

“I love being by your side, Gyomei. I feel that I will learn more and more being able to train with you frequently — that’s something I wouldn’t have if I became a pillar,” he would answer.

Gyomei had essentially become an older brother to Y/n as he had rescued him from a life of being an orphan and a thief

He put him on a path of good and greatness, it’s something Y/n constantly felt like he had to repay with his life

Gyomei would constantly tell him it was unnecessary and that it was his mission to proceed forward having completed his training but he wouldn’t pressure him either

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when he accidentally injures you | Xiao, Albedo, Bennett

a/n: hello anon!! im doing well, thank you!! hope you are too !! thank you for giving me the chance to add characters HHHH ive been DYING to write for Xiao, Albedo and Benny so i took the opportunity to! hope you like it !! also,,, this is probably my longest post !! i loved writing this <3

pairing: Xiao x gn! reader, Albedo x gn! reader Bennett x gn! reader

warnings: vague mentions of injury and blood

Xiao

★Xiao and you had been on a stroll, something you casually did together whenever Xiao was in a good mood. the adeptus wasn’t one to get out of the confines of Wangshuu Inn, so every time he does, you cherish it and spend it as if it was your last

★but this particular stroll didn’t go as planned, at all

★the two of you had left Wangshuu Inn in the morning, when the weather had seemed as if it would be sunny the whole morning, but it had betrayed you the moment you had set foot in Minlin, the skies had loomed with darkness and occasional rumbles of thunder

★Xiao could have easily teleported the two of you together, but a sudden attack with a ruin hunter had caused him to get distracted

★he could easily defeat the creation with a simple use of his elemental burst, but you were in the vicinity and he didn’t want you getting injured, despite the chances of hitting you were low, he wasn’t going to take the chance

★he had strictly told you to stay back and out of sight, making use of the terrain to jump and strike at the core with his polearm whenever the hunter was aiming to him, but he should have known you were stubborn

★the moment you had ran into the fight, arrow pointing to the ruin hunter, the said war machine had immediately turned towards you, all four of its arms aiming missiles towards you

★Xiao had been too slow, and when he had realized it was aiming towards you, you had already been sent back flying after the hit

★your name fell on his lips, his eyes widening in anger when he had seen what the creature had done, and without any hesitance Xiao summons his elemental burst and sends the creature falling to pieces

★“y/n,” Xiao mutters, worried that he would be met with the sight of you dead, “y/n, where are you?”

★you gave a weak groan, unable to raise your head after hitting it on the sharp rocks. Xiao made his way towards you, and the rain started pouting

★Xiao knelt down and cradled your head gently, seeing the gash on your head. you were most likely suffering from a concussion as well from the way you were unable to look at him in the eye, and your hands grabbing your forehead as if it had exploded

★his eyes showing evident worry, and this was the first time he had felt so scared

★he knew he was powerful, and he was beginning to regret even taking you out of the safety of the Inn. this shouldn't have happened, he was with you because he wanted to protect you,

★and here he was being the cause of your injury

★“y/n, can you hear me?” he asked, and when you hissed the moment he placed a gentle hand on your head, he curses lightly, unable to keep himself calm as he always had anymore, “hold on,”

★Xiao had lived for years and had suffered watching deaths and injuries of the people he had been close with since he had became the adeptus of Liyue, but for once, he had felt a different type of hurt when you had been injured this time

★because this was his fault; what if it had happened again?

★he had teleported the two of you back to Wangshuu Inn, and had asked Verr Goldet to help you just because he was afraid of hurting you further

★and she knew more than to question what happened, especially after Xiao had told her with the weakest voice she has ever heard him use, and pleading eyes to take care of you.

★when you had healed completely, you noticed Xiao had distanced himself from you more than when you had both met the first time, and it had worried you to no end

★it had came to a point where he would disappear whenever you tried to search for him at the balcony, and you were getting upset that he was running away from you because of the accident that was caused by your stubbornness; and the fact that you knew Xiao blamed himself had only made you more guilty

★”Xiao,” you gently said, walking outside with a bowl of his favorite almond tofu, “I miss you,”

★he had to contain himself to avoid disappearing on you again after he heard the words. Xiao wasn’t much of an emotional person, but the memories from the accident had left him afraid of getting close to you again, in fear that he would hurt you once more

★but when he had met your glossy eyes and saw the pained expression you held, he knew that it was only going to be worse is he had avoided you

★”y/n-” Xiao started, but you had only dropped the almond tofu and ran into his arms, hugging him tight as if you were afraid to let him go

★and (with reluctance), Xiao had hugged you back, twice as hard

★it would take time for him to get back to his usual self and trust himself to go out and adventure with you again, but for him, you would wait your lifetime.

Albedo

★An experiment going wrong was a part of alchemy. It was something Albedo would expect to happen fifty percent of the time he conducts something for the first time

★He has gotten a handful of injuries from it that he had sometimes forgotten that people outside of the realm of alchemy wouldn't know what it would be like to expect a burn or scars after the first test

★So of course, sometimes even the smartest people could be careless

★Albedo had brought you to his lab in Dragonspine, claiming that he had found a rare plant and wanted to see if it was able to withstand heat

★Putting it in a flask, he had placed it on a test tube holder and your curious eyes had caught sight of the glowing pink tube

★“What’s this?” you stepped closer to inspect the glowing flask, and Albedo wordlessly looks at you with a fond smile. your curious gaze at his work had always made him feel happy; you truly were endearing

★Albedo turns on the burner, and the moment the fire had hit the flask, the substance had instantly exploded, causing you to recoil back and grab at your face when the substance had burned your face

★instantly, Albedo had abandoned his failed test and attended to you, trying to pry your hands away from your face

★“My love, I’m so sorry,” he says gently, trying to see the damage that the explosion has gave you, “please look at me,”

★you felt tears well in your eyes, the burns on your cheeks combining with the coldness of the snow stinging your face

★when Albedo had successfully pried your hands away , he grabbed them gently and looked at you, “we- we need to see the deaconess,” he mutters to himself, feeling his heart ache seeing you holding back tears, never in his life had he regretted conducting an experiment so badly;

★he had wished he was able to take the pain away from you, he absolutely despised seeing you so hurt

★after you had healed, Albedo would make a rule that you weren’t ever allowed in the premises of his laboratory ever again, and that you were banned from joining him whenever he was conducting experiments

★it had hurt you when Albedo had adamantly decided on it, but you knew that it would only hurt him more if you tried to fight him about it

★he was still blaming himself for the incident; despite him knowing that errors were completely common in alchemy

★his greatest fear was hurting you, and if he was given a choice, he would rather have you far away as possible from anything that could lead to potential harm

★(and that especially meant that when the time comes and he loses control and destroys Mond, he hopes you would be far away from him as possible, too)

Bennett

★Bennett knew he was bad luck, he knew that was mostly the reason there wasn't anyone on his team. no one wanted to get hurt and gain nothing on an adventure. no one wanted to bring a bunch of medical supplies for when an accident that was bound to happen, happens

★no one but you

★you were the only member in Bennett’s team; you were a duo. you didn’t wield a vision, but that didn't make Bennett think of you any less, in fact, he thought you were the bravest person ever for being just a feet away from him outside of Mond, and now you were a team member of his

★injuries were common for you. there would always be some sort of scratch or bleeding whenever you went out on an adventure with the pyro vision holder. if there wasn’t a monster encounter, the two of you would accidentally trip and fall into a lake

★but when the latter happens, Bennett would have a fire for the two of you, and settle in an empty (at least, you hope was) hilichurl camp nearby to warm up in

★it was the norm now, and despite Bennett wanting you to just choose another team because he couldn't handle seeing you in pain from his luck, you had always reassured him that the unexpected turns of events because of his luck was just what you had loved about adventure, and you always trusted him to take care of you whenever something like that happened

★but of course, it was only a matter of time until it was Bennett himself who had hurt you

★you were both fighting a cryo abyss mage, the bastard’s protective shield already broken by Bennett’s elemental skill, causing the creature to start crawling on the ground pathetically

★you were sure its health had already decreased a significant amount that one slice could kill it off instantly, and you had wanted to give the final blow

★but Benny seemed to have a different idea

★the moment Bennett had saw you coming, it had been too late for him to stop, because the same moment you had ran towards the abyss mage, he had raised his sword and sliced the creature hard to the point that his sword had accidentally sliced your stomach as well

★thankfully, your clothes were thick enough that the cut hadn’t been deep enough to get stitches, but it still hurt so badly that you had fallen to the floor, clutching your stomach

★“y/n, what happened?!” he asked, too worried to remember that it had been him who did it, “are you okay?!- wait, no, that was a stupid question, let me see,”

★Bennett was an excellent team leader, but sometimes, he could be a little oblivious

★he gently lays you on his lap, taking out supplies from his belt. he had saw a glimpse of red, so he takes out towels to wipe the blood

★he had gently asked if he could lift your shirt, and when you had weakly nodded, he assessed the damage

★and that was when he had saw the burns by your cut

★burns. the abyss mage was a cryo one, and there wasn't any source of fire where you were but him

★Bennett felt his breath hitch, hands holding the towel clenching in fear. what had he done?

★“no, no, no,” he says in slight panic; this was exactly what he was afraid would happen, “no, no, y/n I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you,” his voice broke, gently pressing the towel on your wound to soak up the blood, and when he heard you hiss in pain, he felt tears well in his eyes, “I’m so sorry...”

★he knew the cut wasn’t deep, and you were going to be okay, but the mere thought that the fact you couldn't move and were in pain was because of his doing had caused Bennett to be unable to focus

★you were taken to Barbara immediately, Bennett carrying you bridal style the whole way back (he had been silent, while you had tried to start a conversation with lighthearted banter with him, he had only given you a half hearted laugh before focusing on his journey back) and was healed with a simple swish of the deaconess’ hands

★but afterwards, Bennett had started to spend less time outside of Mondstadt, saying that he had preferred to read at the library with you, and that was extremely unlike of him

★you knew it was because he was blaming himself for what had happened, so you had to let him know that you were fine, and that you knew that it was bound to happen anyways

★It would take a lot of reassurance for Benny to agree to even step a foot outside again, but in the end, it would be worth it to see his adventurer spirit once more