#if Reader was the same age

[loveyni]

ni-ki is for ,,,

heeseung • jay • jake • sunghoon • sunoo • jungwon • ni-ki!!

a/n. the people wanted riki so here he is <3 enjoy ^^

୨୧₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩⋆ ──

ni-ki is for those who snicker playfully when their friends scream at jumpscares in horror films (i know it's actually to distract yourself from how scared you are... i do it this too ><).

ni-ki is for those who struggle to show affection towards those closest to them, opting for unconventional ways to do so.

ni-ki is for those who are grasping at the last of their teenage years, not wanting to grow up and lose the essence of life (you're still allowed to have fun when you're an adult!!).

ni-ki is for those are particularly interested in true crime and the psychology behind why perpetrators do what they do.

ni-ki is for those who pick up new skills so quickly that it's almost frightening how naturally capable they are.

ni-ki is for those who love attending amusement parks and finding any reason for it to be socially acceptable to scream at the top of their lungs.

ni-ki is for those possess a true admiration and understanding of anything related to the arts (which means you're also probably involved in at least one form of it, do tell ^^).

ni-ki is for those who should allow themselves to let down the walls they've built up because they don't have to be alone anymore.

── ୨୧₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩⋆

🖇️ taglist: @itjengirl @laurradoesloveu @river-demon-slayer

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

[planetyumi]

thinkin’ ‘bout boyfriend! gojo making you cum at least 3 times a night during your birthday week, leaving you limping the day after. as you reach your peak for the nth time tonight, he speaks up. “and that’s 20, happy birthday, babe,” his tone changing as if he wasn’t just calling you his little slut. you looked over at the clock and it’s midnight. you pulled him down to your heaving figure and kissed him, pulling him closer to you. “thank you, baby. i love you,” you smile up at him. “i love you more. now, how ‘bout we make that 23?”

© planetyumi 2022 : do not plagiarize, steal, contort, copy, or translate my content to other platforms.

[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother

[mostholy]

🎩 “《 Yandere! Sabo x CP9! Reader 》„🎩

reference from pic 1!! I saw this from Pinterest; sorry i dont know the creator of this art but still credits to the artist!! 💗🌌🌃🎑

[zombiecheri]

A Girl And A Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!reader

Tags: mizu kills a man, you get to know her. there's nothing more in first chapter at least

A/N: haven't written anything in ages so excuse me if there are some errors. had to get this out of my system. next chapter will be more spicy!

Chapter 1

"you drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it" - Paulo Coelho

It wasn't supposed to happen like that. The man, your father entrusted to accompany you back to the village, simply haven't showed up and you sat in the small inn pondering what to do next. It was foolish to even consider going back alone. With autumn season nearing it's end, cold winter air was creeping from the north rattling against the old wooden walls of the inn. Not to talk about groups of men wandering around and waiting for an opportunity to rob, rape and kill women on the road.

road, which would take at least a week.

you were brave and reckless but far from stupid, you wouldn't even last 3 days on the road. but you had to.

had to

With winter nearing, you couldn't get stuck in an inn where you hardly knew anyone with no food and barely any money left. Waiting for your family to send another person to accompany you back would also take too long. It seemed like an impossible situation and you were about to start panicking until a solution presented itself.

Big hat. That was the first thing you noticed about the stranger. Then you saw a scabbard that glistened in the morning light and the weird tinted glasses that hid their stare. Accidentally overhearing the conversation between him and the innkeeper got your hopes back up. Coincidentally strange samurai also happened to be headed to your village. It seemed that you haven't run out of luck completely. Convincing the samurai to let you accompany him to the village took a lot of effort and begging on your part but the very next day you both were headed to your home, walking out from an old inn into the road surrounded by fallen leaves.

The air was crisp and fresh brushing against your skin and twirling colourful leaves around you. Samurai was quiet but you didn't mind the silence that much. You noticed even back in the inn that he didn't like to waste time on small talk so you silently followed him on the road enjoying the scenery around you.

The first night you spent out in the woods surrounded by trees looming around you, the temperature dropping significantly but thankfully samurai made a fire so the cold late autumn weather didn't bother you much. Both of you ate quietly and you settled to sleep near fire while samurai took watch. The fire cast shadows that swirled with each flicker. It was hard to fall asleep when you could feel his gaze on the back of your head and the anxiousness seeped into your skin sending warn signals to your mind about the whole situation. You barely knew the stranger and while he agreed to let you tag along with him, you were too quick to trust him. Who knew what he'd do? You two were completely alone in woods. Even if you wanted you couldn't shout for help because there wasn't a soul who could hear you.

It seemed that while your mind was racing, your body was having other problems and soon exhaustion took over making you fall into a troubled slumber. It didn't last long. You awoke with a jolt, clutching your hand against your chest, nightmare slowly fading away as you took in your surroundings eyes searching for a tall form of a samurai except he was nowhere to be seen. Panic seeped into your skin and settled heavily in your stomach. You glanced around frantically searching for him, the fire long gone, late autumn chill creeping up and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He left you. That was your first thought and in the blind panic you stood up, walking in a random direction hoping to catch up to him. You wouldn't survive alone in woods. At least it seemed that your belongings were not touched at all but what good it would do if you ended up dying anyways?

You walked around blindly for a while until you heard a strange sound and slowly, with careful steps went to the direction where you heard it from, light coming down from above helping you lead the way. It appeared there was a small river deep into the woods, you could hear the sound of water rushing down disappearing in the darkness down the way where faint light from the moon couldn't reach it. That's when you noticed the samurai. It appeared that your panic was short-lived and suddenly you felt foolish. He didn't abandon you, he just simply cleaned himself in the water while you were sleeping. He was dressing up when your eyes zeroed in on his chest. Rather, on a strange fabric covering the area. bindings? why would a man need bindings around his chest you wondered before realization hit you and you let out a quiet gasp, taking slow steps backwards.

He, or rather, she was on you before you even managed to blink. The tip of the sword brushed against your neck and you finally let out a loud gasp falling on the cold ground scrambling on your feet to get away from the samurai. She pulled her sword away, grabbing your kimono and bringing her face closer until you could feel her cold breath against your skin. Eyes, icy like the river, bore into you seemingly trying to pierce you with the gaze alone and all you could do was stare back at her gaping like a fish out of water.

If looks could kill

Another shiver took a hold of your body and then you heard it, her voice, almost as cold and deadly as her eyes, whispering against your ear,

"If you tell anyone about this I will kill you"

And brave and reckless you were, but mindless you were not for you believed her every word and managed a tiny, shaky nod not trusting your voice to speak. She let go of you then, dropping you unceremoniously on the ground and going back to finish dressing up as you sat there wondering if luck was at your side or you were truly foolish to believe so.

Next morning you both continued your walk again. You quietly gathered your supplies after eating and followed her on the road not missing the stare which now you knew hid eyes colour of a chilly winter sky. The silence once welcoming now hung in the air threatening to deafen you. Tension so thick you could almost taste it on your tongue. Walk was short lived because not even an hour in, your luck decided to test you again.

Three men, seemingly out of nowhere appeared right in front of you two their gazes dark, their eyes even darker and you cursed in your head noticing their ugly stares fixed on your body. Your samurai just stood there staring down at them without saying a word before slowly tilting her head to the side and whispering for only you to hear,

"stand back"

You did as you were told and watched as the three men laughed at your companion.

"You think you can take us?" Said one of them, voice raspy filled with amusement and mockery as he took out the small blade and dangled it in front of the samurai while other two laughed. "Give us the girl and maybe we'll let you walk away"

You heard it then. A faint chuckle, melodic and deep so unlike the laugh coming out of awful men in front of you and a part of you, mistrustful and weak and so, so foolish, wondered if she'd actually give you to them. It seemed that you didn't have to wonder long because she unsheathed the sword and before you even managed to blink, her sword was slicing the hand dangling a rusty blade.

It felt like time slowed down, hand fell on the ground blood oozing out from the wound painting everything red and you felt like you were underwater, your ears filled with cotton. You didn't even notice your shaky legs giving out as you fell on the ground yet again.

It ended as fast at it started and soon one man lay dead on the ground, blood pooling around him, his sliced hand laying next to him clutching that rusty metal as other two were running away with panicked gasps and curses. There wasn't a drop of blood on the samurai as she turned around putting the sword back into the scabbard. She noticed your fallen form and tilted her head an unkind smile appearing on her face as she took slow steps towards you, like an animal stalking it's prey.

"are you scared?" Her voice held a hint of mockery, tone almost bored. You realized then that she expected you to run. To cry. A demon, an onryō wearing a mask of a human with mixed blood and eyes so unlike anything you've ever seen before. She expected you to be scared or disgusted and while you were shocked and maybe scared a little bit, there was a hint of something deep inside you, something that made you walk all those miles away from home, made you brave and made you reckless.

A hint of curiosity.

You were curious about her. A lone samurai, a woman, something completely unheard of, walking around for a purpose you didn't know and killing with such precision and skill that left you speechless. That intrigued you, that pulled you in and made you want to understand, to unravel the mystery that was the woman standing in front of you. So really, how could you help it? How could you stop the curiosity taking over your body and how could you stop the words that stumbled out of your mouth catching both of you by surprise.

"What's your name?"

Such a simple, innocuous question. There was a dead man laying in his own blood and there was a samurai in front of you who killed him in mere seconds and you wanted to know her name?

She let out a laugh then. A real laugh, throwing her head back and wrapping arms around herself all hints of mockery and distrust disappearing from her face. The sound pulled you in, mesmerized you and took you by surprise so sudden you felt foolish. foolish for the way your cheeks warmed and foolish for the way your treacherous heart speed up it's rhythmic beating against your chest.

"It's mizu" was all she said after she calmed down and oh, you were such a foolish girl after all.

The walk afterwards wasn't as unpleasant anymore. Tension hanging in the air disappeared and took the silence with it. For some unknown but quite welcoming reasons she even indulged in small talk with you. You got to know about her purpose and in return she got to know about your life in village.

Mizu. Set on a path towards killing four white men in japan. Mizu, whose blue eyes lost it's icy edge and reminded you more of a warm summer sky instead, of clear ocean - wild, untamed but beautiful and deadly. And you wondered, if you tested your luck once more, could you drown in them or drift above.

[yuzurins]

# i’m smitten with the thought of you

itoshi rin x gn!reader. sae and rin don’t have an estranged relationship. childhood friends to (eventual) lovers. crack don’t take this too srsly pls

“rin, say ahh!” you hold out a spoonful of cake in front of his face.

“shut the fuck up.” rin pouts, turning his head away from you.

you snicker, but your hand doesn’t falter. “come on! you know you want it~” you tease, dragging the end of the sentence as if you were talking to a small child.

he keeps his mouth shut, and you gush internally at the fact that he’s blatantly sulking. rin will never beat the allegations for being the cutest boy ever, even if he’s not the same as the sweet little boy you knew years ago.

desperately trying to hold back a laugh, you purse your lips and mimic rin’s little pout. “you used to listen to me much more obediently when you were younger.”

“you-“ you shoved the spoon into his mouth as soon as you get the chance. rin reluctantly complies but is quick to complain after. “that’s foul!”

you raise an eyebrow. “and that’s what the naughty boys get. tsk tsk.”

it’s obvious you don’t understand how wrongly your words could be interpreted by the way your expression stays unwavering. perhaps it was your dense disposition, or the fact that you’ve known rin since he was a kid in preschool.

rin thinks he’s being — and has been — painfully obvious about his feelings, yet you still fail to notice the faint blush creeping onto his face. even sae found out about it, and rin had to fight for his life to defend himself.

“rin. that’s practically incest-“

“oh my god nii-chan, you know that’s not true!”

sae can think you’re like a sibling to him, but rin doesn’t. in fact, he has never. he can’t deny that he’s had a crush on you the moment you were introduced to him as sae’s friend, and though it might seem like it was just puppy love, his current actions can prove that it isn’t.

“and you used to be so well-behaved back then.” you sigh dramatically. “did you know you would stick to me all the time, and get super jealous whenever i did anything with sae?”

the younger boy scoffs, standing up to go get a drink of water to make sure he doesn’t go insane from your ruthless teasing.

“hey! don’t run away!” you smile, eyes twinkling in amusement, as you get up to follow him. “it was really cute, i swear!”

choosing not the humour you, rin continues on with his task (that he could not care less about), humming in response.

you stand next to him and watch, occasionally feeling the need to poke him. starting from his arm, you string a line of pokes all the way up to his face, where you change your stance to pinch his cheek, a frequent action of endearment you used to do when you were younger.

needless to say, you were not expecting rin to grab your hand so promptly. and you most definitely were not expecting him to then lean towards you, not stopping until his face was merely an inch away.

“woah-“ you exhale as you stumble back slightly. he’s close enough for you to study all the details of his face, from the strands of his hair to the sharp curve of his jaw. he towers over you, his broad shoulders wide enough to engulf you completely into his presence. it’s funny, this scene is the complete opposite of what it was like as children, your roles entirely switched.

your breath hitches as his gaze locks onto yours, showing you all his pent-up feelings over the years for the first time. he’s determined, you can tell at least that much, but what surprises you the most is how dilated his pupils are; his eyes are begging to let you know his story, one of his long, endless pining for you, and you only.

it goes without saying you weren’t ignorant enough to overlook the reality that rin grew up, that he’s matured now. would it be cowardly for you to admit that you have indeed taken notice of his feelings at times, but refused to act on them in fear of losing him? what if you were wrong? what if rin didn’t like you that way? there was too much on the line, and you didn’t want to risk every memory you’ve made with him and sae for the past 12 years.

like an unspoken condition between you two, rin also knows the risks. he knows, but he’s so smitten it’s driving him insane. you’re a risk that he’s willing to take, and he’s had his mind made up since the beginning.

“yeah?” he whispers. “how about now?”

dumbstruck, you nod absentmindedly in response. almost like you were under a spell, and rin was the mastermind enchanting you.

rin smirks at the sight of your face heating up and flushing to a light red. “you still think i’m cute, y/n?”

“the cutest ever.” you’re quick to recover, flashing a small smile of your own. shameless, but you refuse to concede now. “care to prove me wrong, itoshi?”

“what the fuck are you two doing in the kitchen, oh my god.” sae deadpans. “rin, please pick and choose a better time to confess your feelings, thanks.”

you jump. rin groans.

“you need to pick and choose a better time to interrupt, THANK YOU.” rin scowls, letting go of your hand. the sudden withdrawal of his warmth disappoints you, but you smile nonetheless hearing their brotherly antics.

sae’s impassive, walking in between the two of you to refill his own water. “you two forgot all about me, i was getting worried that rin might’ve killed y/n or something.”

“as if!” rin rolls his eyes. “get out of here, at least let me finish.”

shooting him a quick side-eye, sae smirks at his little brother. “okay loverboy, just make sure to not make a mess in the kitchen.” and he swiftly makes an exit before any further retaliation.

“i hate him.”

“you know you don’t.”

rin sighs, closing his eyes for a few seconds.“i guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

you laugh, and grab his hand to play with his fingers, a not very subtle attempt to hide your beet red face. “think it was obvious enough, rinnie.”

his heart throbs at your use of his childhood nickname. “took you long enough.”

“so, will you continue to show me how cute you are?” you ponder as you look up at rin.

“stop treating me like a child, jeez.” and that pout is back onto his face once again. “i’ll show you anything you want, but i’ll make sure you won’t see me as just a cute little boy anymore.”

a/n: this was so crack of me. not proofread btw i wrote this in one sitting. ^_^ @kouyun <3

[pussyeater8000]

For the tmnt fans that need to hear this 👍

[getonite]

WHERE IS THE ROGER X READER X RAYLEIGH FICS??? DO I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF OMG. THAT'S THE TAG TEAM YALL. THIS IS THE LIVE TRIANGLE BLUEPRINT.

[afro-hispwriter]

trying to read a levi fic but the reader is a cadet from erens group or a cadet in general or the reader is a full grown adult flirting with the cadets

[todoroki-sweetheart]

“Minors dni” [writes nsfw about minors]

Okay, so normally I wouldn’t address stuff like this, but it’s come to my attention that a lot of fanfic writers are having to deal with this.

And let me tell you this, I started writing fanfiction when I was 17 years old. When I started, all the characters I wrote for were age-appropriate or older than me.

Now, let me remind you that every single character I have written about is canonically now grown up. In Attack On Titan, Haikyuu!!, and My Hero Academia mangas they are now beyond LEGAL ages!!

Not to mention that in all of my fics they are aged up anyways, so here is also your daily reminder:

It is not the authors fault that we outgrow the people we write about. You can be the same age as these characters and write about them, but the difference is that you will grow up, they will not!! They will forever be the age that their author writes them to be (which in my case, is still LEGAL!), and there is nothing we can do about that even if at one point we were the same age. Real life will move on and most of the time authors will age these characters up as they age. It is not our fault they are frozen in time because everything we write for is strictly FICTION, meaning it is NOT REAL, nonnie. These people don’t exist, and all we’re trying to do is have fun and supply content to others who love these fandoms as much as we do.

So please, if you wouldn’t mind, get your head out of your fucking ass and save these dumbass comments for someone else. Or better yet, just stop harassing people that are only trying to have fun and love their favorite characters.

Thanks 🙂

(I’m adding tags so other people that have concerns/a similar mindset about this can see it)

[prttykittes]

Merry Christmas, kitty!!! :333

Can I request Childe fucking you with his fingers and making you cum while his precious slibings one their presents!! :33

Can I be - 🎮 anon?

I think I know who this is….(someone that I know irl who kept talking about that emoji and who knows my account and who jokingly calls me Kitty irl..)mmhhhh, keeping my eye on u/j

CW. Public sex(he fucks you in the living), I forgot terms of sexy stuff, You are covered by a blanket, Christmas themes, Childe and reader are married and around the same age(20’s), grammar mistakes???

Notes: You just wanted to have fun opening presents, not Childe opening your hole -3-

You watch as his siblings open their gifts by the big man with the white beard! They all had a big smile on their faces, seeing gifts that they had wanted! Childe turns to you, he loves your warm and soft smile. You wanted to open gifts as well, you felt his fingers brush your ring. The ring that he brought you, the ring that makes you guys together forever! He bounces you on his leg, he doesn't say anything so you only hear his breathing, his siblings smile and laugh at the gifts. Your lap is covered by a blanket to protect you from the cold weather, Childe spreads your legs open, you ignore his actions as you dreamt of opening gifts like you did as a child! His fingers prod at your pants, his hand going into your pants, his fingers prod at your underwear. You gasp and you glare at him, he just gives you a smile. His two digits prod at your underwear, he digs his fingers in before he pulls it out, it makes a slap noise. Teucer pops up at the slap noise and looks at you in confusion. You explain that you slapped your thigh because you felt something moving on it. Teucer smiles and continues opening gifts, Ajax blows in your ear. You jump slightly and you make a face. “Stop” you whisper to him, he chuckles and you bite your lip. You try your best to muffle your moaning, your hips stutter as his fingers prod at your hole, he slips his index finger in, you let out a muffled moan. He soon slips his middle finger in, he twirls his fingers inside of you, he takes it out and slips his ring finger in, you can the ring touching your skin as he fingers your hole. Your legs tremble as it closes, you gasp and close your eyes. You let out multiple moans, your legs kick slightly, your body leaning towards him. Ajax kisses your ear as he rubs your hip with his other hand, he coos in your ear. His fingers never stop working on you, he moves his other hand to your sex, he rubs it. He flicks it, it makes your mind go hazy. You smile and say “that's great!” To his siblings, your face turned darker as you felt yourself getting wet and hot, why did he have to do this to you?! This continues until some moments later, your hips stutter as he goes faster. You can hear wet sounds, it's embarrassing and you hope that none else can hear that! He coos at you still, playing with your clothing, he plays with your hair, he bounces you on his leg, he plays with your hips. You mewl softly and quietly, you dead stop as you let out a loud muffled moan. You feel yourself coming undone, your legs close as you breath heavily and wait with him until everyone leaves so he can continue playing with his toy!

[impish-baby]

I love your writing so much!!!!!!! OMG you are so talented

Anyway, how would the twins react to the kidnapping ask for HIWTHI?

Also, which character in the Yan! Family is the most aware of their yandere behavior?

-🌙

Ahh, I'm glad you liked it!!

If Jack wasn't already suffering from intense older sibling guilt, he definitely is now. Doesn't matter how you were taken, under what circumstance, his mind is finding a way for it to be his fault. Especially if it happened because reader was wondering the street or something similar. He.. he should've done more. If you had felt comfortable enough to go to him and theo, this wouldn't have happened!

You don't think you've ever seen anyone cry so much, but the man is constantly weeping. He can barely bear to look at you, and it's even worse if you're hurt. Jack forces himself though, it's the least he can do because every scratch and bruise is his fault, he deserves to suffer with that fact.

Theo will not outwardly show it, but they're being eaten alive with the same guilt. You have a shadow that follows you everywhere now, a silent protector. They treat you like you're made of porcelain, tenderly bandaging any injuries and snapping at Jaiden if they think he's being too rough with you.

It's actually funny that you asked who was the most aware in this ask as well, because it's the twins!

Jack and Theo have been painfully aware for a while that neither of them have the healthiest mindset or behaviors. The twins are very dependent on each other already, being apart for work or school being the biggest struggle they've had to deal with. They acknowledge it isn't necessarily healthy, but neither of them are in a space where they're going to get help for their issues! So its not a shock when they start to have a growing obsession with reader, if anything they both might feed into it. (I.e. they are both trying to rationalize and excuse it)

You had been neglected for so long, don't you need all the care you can get? They're only doing what should have been done since the start, making up for past mistakes.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

every time there’s drama in this fandom, it always involves tamlin. icon behavior

[luimagines]

First I wanted to say I and adore all of your writing! And if requests are still open, maybe one where theres the fake engagement trope

Oh dear! ^.^*

This one's specific! I hope I do it justice!

Masterlist

Part one will include Hyrule, Wind and Four

Content under cut!

Hyrule

"Of course we're married!" The words left your mouth before you truly registered what you were saying.

Both of you freeze and share a look even when the face of the local wasn't convinced.

You start blush something fierce. "Ok... we're not married-"

"Yet." Hyrule blurts, also blushing up a storm. "We're not married yet. We'll be wed in the summer."

You nod, adding along to the fib. You're grateful that he's playing along but you also have no idea what you're doing.

The local shakes their head. "And you decided to come to our village in the meantime? With all yooouuur..."

"Family. Brother's. Cousin's. Their Uncle." Hyrule grins awkwardly. "They wouldn't just let us come on our own."

"I see..." Said in the tone of someone who does, in fact, not see. "Chaperones for the lucky couple then?"

"Something like that." You agree, shrugging slightly.

"Well then, I suppose that you'll try to have some time to yourselves, right?" The glint in the stranger's eyes changes tone and you find that you're not entirely sure if like where they're going with this.

"...yeah..." Hyrule looks over to you for confirmation. "Something like that."

"Well I can help you set up your rooms at the inn." They grin, seemingly innocent. "That way everything will all be set up and they would have no reason to bother you two."

"Oh, that's a lovely offer..." You scramble to try and get this guy off of your tail. "But we wouldn't want to be a burden."

"Nonsense!" They chuckle. "I'm the owner. Come on. Let me check you all in. I'll even give a discount for the first three nights."

You can already hear Legend's voice yelling at you in the back of your head. Whether it's for finding yourself in this situation to begin with, or for not jumping on the deal as fast as you should, you're not sure yet. Maybe it's both.

"Th-thank you." Hyrule nods, squeezing your hand tighter. "We appreciate it."

You nods in agreement, following the stranger through the town and into the inn where they look up their available room for your group to stay the next couple of days.

"And one room for the couple." They hand you the keys to your room separately with conspiring wink.

The blush on your faces is real. "Thank you, again. Kindly."

"Anytime you find yourselves back in our humble village, just come to my inn!" They say proudly.

You sigh internally. How long will you have to put up this act?

"Honey! Who are you talking to?" A voice shouts from the back.

"A newlyweds." They grin. "Gave them a discount on a room since their whole family is visiting too."

"Oh how nice!"

You cringe further. There's no way you're going to be able to keep this to yourselves. You can hear the teasing now. It's going to be a long three days.

Wind

"It's not like you're going to have anybody that likes you anyway." A bully taunts you, pushing you hard enough for you to fall over.

You grit your teeth, bracing for impact. They kick your leg while you're down. You make no verbal reply

"What are you going to do about it?" Another mimics the kick as you try to stand up again. You fall harshly onto your knee. Something tears and you can feel the spot begin to grew wet and warm.

"Leave me alone." You say through gritted teeth. You can feel your eyes begin to tear up. You try your hardest to keep them down but between the pain, both emotional and physical, you're unable to keep them at bay for every long.

"Oh look they're crying!"

"Shut up!" A voice cries out. It's enraged and near and familiar. "Get away from them!"

"Hey!" They scream. "You can't just bring a sword around these parts!"

You wince and look up. Wind is standing over you. One hand is covering you while the other holds his sword, pointing it at the bullies around you.

"Take it from me then." Wind spits. Literally. Right into the leader's eye.

He jumps back, using one hand to wipe it off of his face. "I'm going to tell."

"I saw you kick them." Wind growls. "Twice. I saw you deserve it."

They all shift awkwardly and even jump away when Wind fakes a strike. "Leave."

He doesn't need to say it again.

You sniffle and pick yourself up, looking over your injuries. "I'm bleeding."

Wind drops down next to you to check it out himself. He looks sad. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough.... But Hyrule can fix you up. Come on, I'll help you."

You sigh, hitting the ground pathetically in defeat. "I'm fine... Just don't tell Twilight."

Wind frowns. He might actually do that.

You sniffle and stand, brushing yourself off. The tears that you can't fully fight back roll down your cheeks. "It's not like they said anything wrong."

"What did they say?" Wind uses his sleeve to dry your tears. He's not going to say that they hit you, even if they did. It's clear that not what hurt the most.

"Look at me." You laugh pathetically and gesture to yourself. "They said that I was never going to get married because no one would want to marry me.... And like.... I don't have to get married....but I would like someone to like me-"

"I like you." Wind frowns.

"No, Link. Not like that-"

"I'll marry you." He scrunches his eyebrows, fully serious. "When we get big enough, I'll find you again and marry you. I promise."

You cough and shake your head. "That's not how it works."

"I'll make it work." Wind grins, taking your hand. "Now let's go find the others and teach those bullies a lesson."

"Wait- what?"

"Let's go!"

"Wind, wait!"

Four

"I know I promised you that I was going to help you with this but you're going to have to explain the plan to me again." You adjusted the clothes around you for what had to be the nth time already.

Four looked just as uncomfortable as you felt, which honestly, helped you feel a little bit better about going into this. He huff and puffed and adjusted his hair time and time again. Somehow, you had always missed that his headband always seemed to cover up a cowlick and since his hair was in a ponytail for the evening, that little cowlick was giving him a reason to panic ever so slightly.

You lick your thumb and brush over it to help him out. "The plan?"

"Ri-right." Four clears his throat and pulls out a map of sorts. There's writing on it but it's not like you know how to read that. "The entrance is here. The others will meet up here at the this gate. From there we want to act as naturally as possible that that both you and I can get passed the guards and get into the building. The guys will be a distraction."

You nod. "Do you think they'll blow something up?"

"Most likely."

"We can never come here again after this."

"Oh yeah."

You grin and stick out your hand. "Ready?"

Four seems to look at your for a moment before he registers that you're waiting for him. "Yes, yes! Coming."

He takes your hand and take a deep breath. "Let's make this quick."

You both enter the party together, arm in arm with large smiles on your faces. You don't have a problem with mingling or finding the gate to let the rest of your group. But you quickly run into a problem.

Neither of you made a cover story.

"Well don't the two of your look lovely!" Another guest stops you in your tracks. An older woman with bright eyes and a kind face. "Are you related?"

"Husband."

"To be."

You both look at each other in various states of shock. That wasn't part of the plan! Why did you just say that!?

The woman swoons slightly. "Oh how romantic, I remember when I was your age. My husband and I used to talk for hours about the time when we would truly be wed-"

You both share awkward smiles. You don't wish to be rude, but your distraction will be coming any moment nd you need to take advantage of it.

"Ever since my husband died, I've been thinking about how he used to always come to my rescue." She sniffles. "Well, just the other day-"

The explosions happens. Screams and manical laughter fill the soon to be smoke covered room.

"We need to head to safety ma'am." Four grabs your hand and her, and drags her the edge of the room. "Stay here, we'll go get help."

You do not get help.

You continue with your plan to collect some stolen items to continue with your quest. Four's hand has a tight grip on your the entire time. His cheeks are pink and your chest feels warm and light.

Surely you didn't have anything to drink tonight, right?

You look at your hand as you look through the rooms.

Neither of you hesitated to say that.... Doesn't sound so bad when you think about it some more.

Part 2