#keep in mind its MEANT to be gn reader however this is definitely meant for a lezbo maggot audience

[pulsedmaggot]

girl!corey thoughts (x reader)

if ya dont like cisswap i apologize 🤞 it will happen again. unapologetically self indulgent with this one. nsfw towards the end.

girl!corey who insists you paint each other's nails colors that match, so she can look down at her chipped paint job and think of you. corey who snoops through your fridge in her hoodie that doesn't fit while you're in the bathroom scrubbing away at her hair dye. it gets everywhere, the dye. and it's always dye with her, always a new look whenever she feels like it. knotted red, short and beyond-bleached blonde, inky black waves that smell like cigarettes and kfc, a buzz cut that you love to rub your fingers over. girl!corey who loves your hands. girl!corey who loves the feeling of you massaging the space under her ear while she's trying to put her mask on, knowing she can't do too much about it because it has to get on eventually but she loves being touched, loves when you touch her. even when she's sweaty & slipknot stained. karaoke where she ends up in your lap singing into your mouth. always in your lap. girl!corey who has a habit of wearing your underwear (because hers are always mia) and nothing else. girl!corey whose nipple piercings would sparkle while you groped her entire body, gathering skin and tattoos and ill-fitted clothes all in one. girl!corey who knows how much you love her tits and would tease you either by not wearing a bra or not wearing a shirt at all, wanting to show off in front of you while making you leave much to your own imagination. girl!corey whose favorite way to get off is by you eating her out, no matter if you're supposed to be busy scrubbing her hair dye out of your sink or unloading her clothes from your washer. you wouldn't trade the feeling of her thighs twitching around your head for the world, though.

[soleilnomoon]

Hello! May I get some strawberries and possibly some mango with a mai tai (Kidd) and songs 3,4 and 16 from the playlist please! Thank you so much!

hihi  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ i love writing for kidd, he’s so ridiculous all day every day. ty for requesting & i hope you have fun reading 💛💕

1k words (it wasn’t my fault), gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it’s there somewhere) & smut; feat. kidd & reader in denial bc that’s how i live my life, a lil fwb except is that all there is~, alcohol, kidd being dumb & that’s how reader likes him (tbh me too), rough sex (does kidd even know the definition of gentle? no?), kitchen sex, choking, a lil bit of a hand job, idk no real warnings except eustass kidd deserves his own warning bc *motions to him* have u seen that man in action (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes no u didn't 💕)

it’s not goodbye, you remind yourself for the fourth time that night, throat suddenly dry at the thought. the ice in your cup melted a while ago, so you toss the watered-down drink onto the sand before standing up. when eustass kidd insisted on throwing a party, you didn’t think much of it; how quickly you forget that pirates are notorious for their theatrics and kidd isn’t immune to that behavior.

a large bonfire blazes in the middle of the beach, the air warm and sticky; you hate how humid it is and hate that you let the others talk you into drinking. now your hair is tied up, to keep its thickness away from your neck and face, as sweat glides down your skin. without looking back, you leave everyone behind and make the short trek back to your house. you’re determined to shower and call it a night; you doubt your presence will be missed that much.

after downing another shot of tequila, a frown works its way onto kidd’s lips as he stares at the empty shot glass in his hand. he’d meant to just have a few drinks, but he got roped into game after game by his crew mates and he lost track of time.

now you’re gone.

it’s a sobering enough thought that he shoves the glass into wire’s hand, not bothering to explain himself as he goes searching for you. he doesn’t like that you left the party early, and he doesn’t like that he’s a little bit miserable because you’re not with him right now.

it’s foolish to feel that way and equally foolish to want to do something about it. he knows that, but it’s not enough to make him turn back around.

when he finds your backdoor unlocked — a nasty habit that he can’t believe you refuse to correct — a small wave of irritation surrounds him. you didn’t bother locking the door because you knew he’d eventually make his way over — you assumed it would be much later, but kidd is always unpredictable.

and because he’s incapable of stealth when he’s annoyed, you hear him rummaging through your kitchen. you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips as you watch him eat several pastries in a row.

the man’s stomach is an abyss, you’re quite sure of it now.

“there are plates, y’know,” you say lightly, a teasing smile sliding onto your face with ease, “and napkins too.” since it’s obvious kidd has no home training whatsoever. he doesn’t see what the fuss is, but he knows it drives you crazy when he does that — which is possibly why he keeps doing it.

“didn’t feel like using them.”

his answer should annoy you, but it doesn’t; if anything, it just makes you smile again, a little sadly this time. it doesn’t go unnoticed by kidd, however, who narrows his eyes at you.

“why do you keep leaving that door unlocked?”

you blink a few times, confusion briefly taking hold of you before you realize he’s serious. “you ask me that all the time,” you counter and walk over to him, voice airy as you decidedly stuff the rest of your complicated feelings for him into a tiny box. “and what do i always say?” you place your hands on his chest — soft and gentle, which only annoys him even more.

because you like to do that — touch him like you care, like you enjoy his presence. his mind likes to play tricks on him, so he refuses to believe it; except it’s hard to tell the truth from fiction when he leans down to kiss you. all those pesky, bothersome thoughts coast to the back of his mind when you lick a bit of powdered sugar from his lips.

when he kisses you again, a different kind of heat passes through you, making you press closer, practically melting against him when his tongue caresses yours. it’s in between sloppy tongue kisses that he asks you to come with him — the decision is rash, and he hasn’t thought it through all the way, but the idea of you staying behind only pisses him off.

your heart beats a little too loudly at the prospect of leaving home and going off with him, but your answer is lodged in your throat, unable to come out no matter how badly you want to tell him yes.

he knows how deep your stubbornness goes, so naturally he’s just going to have to help you make the right decision. when he hoists you onto the counter, you unzip his pants with hurried movements and kidd groans softly as you start stroking him. you like the luxury of having your own place, but you know you’ll be lonely when kidd leaves — more unpleasant feelings that you can’t seem to keep hidden.

you wrap your legs around him as he inches his cock inside of you — slowly, at first, before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, thrusting roughly. your lips are on his again, fingers sifting through his hair as he fucks you harder.

“come with me,” he insists again and again, you shake your head and keep your lips pressed together because you know you’re so close to saying otherwise. he clicks his tongue and he grabs your throat so you can look at him. “why?”

you wish he’d let this go — but a small, much more selfish part of you is glad he’s pressing the issue. “because…” you gasp and moan when he squeezes your neck as he gives you short, brutal strokes. kidd’s stamina is unrivaled; he fucks you like he’s trying to break the counter, nearly forgetting himself and his brute strength. he eases up a bit and releases his hold, but you’re panting when you speak again.

“w-what if you get tired of me?” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly clear.

kidd rolls his eyes before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “is that all?” a ridiculous fear, but he can’t really judge you, now, can he? kidd fixes you with a pointed look, one that says be serious. he almost admits that he could never be tired of you, not even if he tried.

you want to tell him that you’re being very serious, but don’t get the chance as his cock hits a spot that has you babbling incoherently at him. kidd laughs out loud because knows what your answer really is; he’s just going to keep fucking you until you can say it with conviction.

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WHaBFHtLA - Astarion x GN!Reader - Chapter 10: Overheard in the Underdark

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Elf!Tav)

Genre: Reincarnation, Angst, Mystery, Slow burn

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Canon-Typical Violence

WC: 2.6k words, 10/?? chapters

Summary: You traverse a new landscape, looking for Astarion. What you find might be more than you bargain for, and what you hear might be too much to handle.

A/N: Tav’s best stat is definitely their Int, not their Wis…

Ao3 | [Ch9][Ch11] | WHaBFHtLA Masterlist

Every time you’d dreamt about it, the Underdark was a wild, unruly place filled with magic and monsters. No matter how realistic they were, your memories couldn’t have prepared you for the frightening beauty of the Underdark. Even the grass looks otherworldly, and you carefully tiptoe around it when you get to solid ground.

The road that Astarion likely took is laid out before you: a dirt trail only slightly overgrown with mushrooms and grass. Now that you’re on the ground level, you can see past the enormous mushrooms that blocked your view to a large glowing field of smaller mushrooms ahead. Its eerie glow lights your path forward, and despite your fear, you urge yourself onward.

You identify the mushrooms easily, Bibberbangs, a common fungi in the Underdark. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it, and you know better than to get too close. Keeping several meters between yourself and the start of the field of mushrooms, you take a look around– surely Astarion didn’t just walk through this explosive disaster waiting to happen?

No, there’s a trick here, you just need to be able to see it. Either that or you’ll have to Dimension Door across, but you’d rather save your magic for when you need it. So you inspect the field, trying to see if there’s any trace of Astarion’s path for you to follow. 

While you don’t see anything as helpful as footprints, you think back to the previous security measures– all of them had been illusions. Whoever helped them set up this hidden passageway was an expert in illusion magic, which meant that maybe, just maybe, there was an illusion to this too. 

You hone into the Weave, opening your mind’s eye to the magic surrounding you. The Underdark is a naturally magical place, so you detect traces of Evocation magic from the mushrooms, Transmutation magic in the air. However, just as you suspected, you find a trail of Illusion magic leading a path through the mushrooms– some of them are fake.

One careful step at a time, you walk into the first illusory Bibberbang. When you find that it doesn’t explode, and neither does the next in its path, you know you’re safe to continue, following the trail of illusion magic all the while. Once you make it to the other side, you let out a breath you weren’t aware you were even holding.

Now that you’ve left the detonating mushrooms behind, you find yourself at the entrance of a large, secluded cavern. It was difficult to tell from where the path ended, but you can see a structure set deep within the cavity. You take a few cautious steps into the darkness and let your eyes further adjust before you can make out the shape of what looks to be a massive fortress tucked into this cave. No, fortress doesn’t do it justice– it’s like an entire small town carved into the stone face.

The thought that entered your mind as soon as you stepped foot in the Underdark finally feels real enough to voice. “The vampire spawn.”

It’s been quite a while since you’ve dreamt of Cazador’s surviving vampire spawn, but you do remember your past-self and Astarion going into the Underdark to meet with them, help them establish themselves. However, the last time you dreamt of them, they were in a ramshackle keep in the middle of the Underdark, constantly endangered. This? Well, this feels like a distinct upgrade.

Considering how hidden this place is, you doubt they will accept visitors. However, given how Astarion ran away, you also doubt he’ll be making his way out any time soon. I’d best investigate, you decide. So you cast invisibility on yourself, giving yourself one hour, the spell’s duration, to investigate. Carefully, you make your way into the fortress with three goals in mind: find Astarion, learn anything that might help you tackle this situation, and get the hells out.

This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, thinks the logical part of your brain. Or are you just finally living the life you’ve always dreamed of? counters the part of your brain that is still reeling from excitement. It’s a mental argument best left for when you’re not in danger, so you wave the thoughts away and continue forward.

You walk past several guards. As you near them you hear snippets of their conversations, including mentions of someone you hope is Astarion. “Why do you suppose he’s here? Do you think something went wrong?”

The other guard replies with a huff, “Who cares? At least if something goes wrong we’ll have something to do.”

You continue past them only to walk past a group of other mingling vampires. None of them are Astarion, but several have a wild look in their eyes that you haven’t seen before in Astarion. You knew you were entering a vampire’s den, but it’s only upon seeing the hunger in their eyes that you realize the very real danger. You take a quiet gulp and keep walking.

As you make your way through an entrance, walk from building to building, you hope to spot Astarion. However, the more unfamiliar vampires you encounter, the more you begin to wonder if he even made his way to this fortress.

Knowing you’re wasting precious time– you think half an hour has already passed– you decide to focus on finding any vampire you recognize. So as you continue to sneak, you try your best to spot someone, anyone, you might remember from a past reverie.

This proves more effective, as within a few minutes you spot one of Astarion’s siblings from afar. You’re not sure which it is, but you can recognize the shape of her face, the blonde hair on her head. She’s carrying a crate and looks to be moving with purpose. I should follow her. 

You trail behind her a respectable distance until she makes it to a door. As she struggles to open it around the crate she’s carrying, you prepare to dive in after her. She whips it open after a second, and you dart in quickly, careful to avoid bumping into her. A second later, she closes the door behind her.

You’ve followed her into a room full of crates, clearly something of a supply room. To your surprise and delight, a certain silver-haired vampire is in the room as well, sitting in a corner, writing something down. 

Astarion looks up at his sibling’s arrival, and your heart stops at the blatant misery on his face. The man wipes the expression as best as he can and stands up to go inspect the pile of crates that his sister just added to. “Oh good, you’ve received the latest. Should we run through our list now?”

You hear his sister agree and they begin to chat.

After a moment of focus, you think you recognize the vampire he speaks to: Dalyria, also known as Dal– one of the siblings that he helped save from Cazador, and one of the siblings that helped establish this underground society of vampires. 

It seems that neither of them have sensed your invisible presence as they speak, so you carefully tiptoe around them, settling in the far corner of the room behind a large pile of crates to eavesdrop. It’s not the perfect vantage point, but you can see most of Astarion’s upper body and the lower half of his face, so you’re satisfied enough to brace yourself in the position and just listen.

For a while, it’s honestly quite mundane for vampires. You only hear about things related to the spawn colony, such as who is behaving, who needs more blood, who is currently using the sunlight rings, what upkeep needs to happen to their fortress and other types of logistics. It seems like a conversation they’ve had countless times before, with how easily the flow continues.

All of it fascinates you to an extent, but it’s only when Astarion heaves a hearty sigh and his conversation partner asks him a question that you perk up, truly listening now. “So why are you really here, Astarion?”

“No reason,” he says, and you catch the glint of his bright smile from your hiding spot.

“Doubtful,” Dal replies. “You never come down without sending a message first. And you look rather… out of sorts.” You can’t see her expression, but you can practically hear the once over she gives him.

“Excuse me,” he says, and you see his hand cover his chest in offended shock. “I look perfectly fine.” Dal must make a face at him because he continues, “If you must know, I had an unwelcome guest.”

“Ah,” she says in understanding. “But that’s not usually enough to ruffle your feathers. How repulsive was this one?”

You catch your breath as you see Astarion give a noncommittal shrug. “They weren’t… repulsive per se. Maybe if they were a little less mad, we could have used them as a source of blood.” Internally, you practically cheer. ‘Not repulsive’ is a distinct step up from what you expected him to say.

“Oh gods, do we have someone trying to track us down?” Dal asks, and you can hear a genuine fear in her voice.

A shake of Astarion’s head quells her worries. “Not that type of madness. Honestly, it’s nothing. I shouldn’t bring my problems to you.”

“Astarion,” you see Dal step forward, obscuring your view of Astarion. “We’re family. We help each other. You know that.”

After a wordless exchange, Dalyria steps back and you see Astarion again, his head hanging a bit. When he finally speaks, his voice sounds defeated, “They claimed to be the Hero of Baldur’s Gate. As if my lost love would ever refer to themselves as such.” You see a grimace on his face. Ah, you think. I’ll have to avoid that one.  

Dal’s tone is gentle as she responds, “What if it is them? You know that elven souls make their way back to the Material Plane.”

Astarion scoffs. “Believe me, I know. I’ve been reminded of it every time someone like this shows up at my doorstep. At least this one is an elf! The last one was a half-orc, I don’t know how they expected me to believe them.” With the way he tries to make it sound more amusing than terrible, you get the sense that this particular tactic was new to Dalyria.

“If this has happened before… Why are you down here now?” You can hear the genuine confusion in her voice, and you decide that you quite like Dal. You’ll have to refresh yourself on any journal entries mentioning her. She continues, “Is this one particularly problematic?”

“You could say that,” he responds, and you catch a wry smile on his face before he promptly drops it. You don’t have time to process it before he’s taking back his words. “Well, no. I don’t know– Some have tried staying for months and this one has barely been here a day. No, this one just gets under my skin.” His mouth ends in an exaggerated frown.

A soft hum comes from his sister and she asks another question, “Perhaps they’re just incredibly annoying?” After that statement, you decide to reserve your judgment of Dal until the end of the conversation.

“If only,” he says with a sigh. “If they were simply annoying, I would ignore them, like I have the rest. No, this one is worse. I’m the one behaving differently.”

“How so?”

“For starters, I let them stay in my old room. I was at the door before I even realized where I’d led them,” he says, voice angry, though you’re not sure if that anger is meant for you or himself. Your heart jolts at this admission, but you remain silent. “I could have left them to fend for themselves, like the rest. Now I’ll have to have someone over to clean it thoroughly. Does Petras have time?”

“It’s just a room, Astarion. Surely allowing one person to sleep there won’t ruin it,” she says, in a chiding tone. 

You don’t need to be able to see Astarion’s eyes to know that he’s leveling a murderous glare at her. “It’s not just-a-room, Dal,” he growls through gritted teeth. “It’s–” he breaks off, clearly not wanting to finish the sentence. “It doesn’t matter what it is. What matters is that I get this crazed person away from me.” Your heart pounds in your chest at his rage, and you suddenly hope that they can’t hear it.

Dalyria must have years of experience dealing with him at this point because she only gives a soft huff at Astarion’s outburst. “Very well,” she relents. “What do you need from us?”

The man visibly calms down at these words. “Perhaps somewhere to hide for a few days,” he responds, “And ample opportunity to complain.”

His sister gives a lighthearted chuckle at that, “We can certainly manage both. Would you like to keep complaining?”

“Gods yes,” he says, tilting his chin to the earth above. “Did you know, this whole ordeal had me rereading Volo’s damned book for the first time in decades. You know, the one where he claims we killed a dragon of each color atop the brain? It’s absolute drivel, why would I subject myself to that?” You stifle a laugh at this particular revelation, vowing to read this book if you ever manage to get your hands on it again. When you go to cover your mouth, you realize the invisibility has worn off, and crouch down further to avoid notice. You’ll have to recast it once they leave the room.

“I thought you threw that book away,” she points out, and you can hear the disapproval in her voice.

He makes a face at her, “That’s not the point! I’m descending into utter insanity.”

Dal gives him a second to calm back down before she makes an observation, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you this worked up.”

Astarion clicks his tongue. “Last time I was this worked up, I think it was…” His voice trails off, and you’re afraid of the answer. The man seems unwilling to speak it into existence either and his lips press firmly shut.

“Astarion?” Dal asks, tentatively.

“Never mind that,” he says, putting an end to that train of thought. “My point stands: I can’t stop acting like a fool and I don’t know what I’ll do if I see them again.” A fearful little shiver runs up your spine at that.

“I know you may not want to hear this,” Dal starts, gauging his reaction. “But are you positive they're not who they claim to be?”

Yes, Dal! you think, verdict all but decided now. I do like you!

Astarion definitely did not want to hear that. “Ugh, please don’t say that. The gods would be unreasonably cruel to reincarnate my past love into this one.” His voice is harsh, laced with the deadliest venom meant only for you.

Oh that is so much worse than being non-repulsive. An arrow could have stricken you in the heart and been less painful than the ache you feel in your chest right now. An involuntary gasp leaves your mouth, as you clutch your chest in a futile attempt to staunch the pain.

That gasp was all that they needed.

Like a jungle cat, Astarion pounces upon your hiding spot, a knife already brandished. You meet his beautiful red eyes for the first time in hours, only to find them burning with rage. Once he takes in who you are, he snarls a single, disgusted word, “You.”

[sanccharine]

15:03 | mm

pairing: momo x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: miscommunication ?

a/n: wrote this out of nowhere just now, uh its kind of a mess and definitely filled with mistakes ;-; also @serpendity-stuff (i hope you don’t mind me tagging you) this isn’t your request exactly, im working on that separately !! but i figured you’d want to be tagged in this momo fic. hope you like it :]

“Listen, all I’m asking is for you to give me this?” 

You were barely making any sense now. 

For hours you paced the small apartment you called home, carefully and cautiously panning what you wanted to convey. Each argument was formulated to perfection, even as far as counterarguments to potential rebuttals. Everything you wanted to say was laid at the forefront of your mind. However, the words that were on the tip of your tongue seemed to have vanished. Instead, you very quickly turned into a stuttering mess, struggling to string sentences together. Having lost sight of your points, you could feel yourself closing up. 

It didn’t help that Momo was completely quiet during all of this. 

In fact, she sat facing you on your unmade bed. Her posture is open, relaxed even, with a matching look of nonchalance. No, nonchalance meant she was indifferent, it means that she doesn’t care, that she couldn’t be bothered. No, this was a look of understanding, of waiting. A carefully constructed mask of neutrality, to allow her to listen and analyze your every action, a simple ruse to hide her actual feelings of concern. 

Her behaviour only worsened your restlessness. 

“Listen, listen,” feeling suffocated under her stare, you stood up and moved away from the bed. Momo leaned forward with you but you turned away from her, even if to only escape her gaze for a moment. “I know how much you do for me. You’ve done so much and you keep giving and giving and I can’t ask for anything more. I can’t and I don’t want to, I feel like such a burden—”

“But you’re not a burden—!”

“I know! I know that you think I’m not a burden,” you said, catching her gaze again. “But I feel like one, okay?”

Momo only nodded, eyes blinking slowly as she moved to the edge of the bed. It was hard to notice, but you still caught her lips twitching. You know this is difficult for her, that you are difficult, so you don’t understand why she says nothing.  

The suffocating sensation was getting overwhelming; you had so much to say to her, of what you wanted and of what you were going through. You wanted to tell her of every thought running through your mind, of every branching thought that diverges from the original and then some more. You wanted to explore every spiral causing you distress and pick it apart with her at your side. But that was the reason, you couldn't tell her anything at all. What will she think if you bore your heart to her? Worse, if you bore your mind to her? Will she really stay, does she really care? Or are all her words empty promises waiting to be broken the second adversity hits? 

“I just need some time and space to clear my head. I am telling you I can fix this,” you didn’t miss how Momo’s lips twitched again. 

“And I’m telling you I’m here for you,” Momo said, inching forward. “We’re in a relationship, that means we’re here together. It’s okay to depend on me a little, I can help, I want to help—!” 

“How could you help me? What could you possibly do,” you stopped yourself from saying anything further as Momo’s mask began to fall. No, this was not what you had intended at all. You weren’t supposed to be hurting her. “I have to fix this, okay? It has to be me, I just need space—”

“Asking for space and pushing people away are two entirely different things,” Momo’s voice, often low, was raised for the first time. “Every single time, you ask for space. That’s what you say but you just push people away. And I experience that firsthand every day!” 

You shook your head as you took steps back, but Momo moved with you, finally rising from the bed. 

“I’m not here to fix you and I don’t want to fix you and I’m definitely not here to solve your problems. I just want to be there for you, I just,” Momo sighed as she pulled at her hoodie, shaking off the feeling of discomfort. “Maybe I’m not saying it right, but just allow me to be there by your side.” 

“My job, this house, this suburb, it’s all suffocating. And you, you’re always there! Always okay! Always fine! And I’m—I don’t want you to be there! I don’t want you to see me like this!” The words were leaving your mouth at the speed of lightning, even if they were the exact opposite of what you initially meant to say. “What I need is space because you are suffocating!” 

The realization dawned on you just as you finished the sentence. It was as if time stilled because neither of you moved. A myriad of emotions passed through Momo’s face but you couldn’t really tell, your vision was blurry. Momo was the first to break away from the paralysis. In reaction, you flinched back before completely turning away from her sprinting for the door. Momo called after you, but you were breathing so hard you didn’t process that she was still trying to console you. 

It was your feet that carried you forward, though the destination was nowhere in sight. All you knew was the calming breeze against your face, soothing your racing thoughts. The sensation of suffocation lifted slightly as if the weight of someone’s foot had been removed from your chest. Simply put, you could finally breathe. 

However, it was difficult to ignore the other feelings gnawing slowly at you. The itchiness in the back of your throat. The weight behind your eyelids, pulling them shut. The sharp pain at the base of your neck, climbing all the way to the crown of your head. An unfathomable pressure building up with no path of release. Anything undergoing such force would implode, destroying itself at a chance for freedom.

So why couldn’t you cry?

Anything, you wanted anything to ebb away the visceral frustration you felt deep underneath in your skin. You wanted to kick and scream and cry until you threw up. You wanted to wail until you lost your voice and until your throat was dry and coarse and until you got sick of shedding tears. You would do anything to feel everything at once, just for a moment only to feel nothing at all the next. 

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to cry… no, your body wouldn’t allow you the relief. 

Unable to carry yourself anymore, you took a seat at the bus stop. Only in your thin loungewear, the chill from the glass behind you seeped into your back. This was the next closest thing to calming you. Before any thoughts of how you’d come here with no phone, money, or house key, you decided to just rest your eyes for a bit. This late in the evening, that too in your secluded suburb, this was not the wisest of decisions. But you weren’t making any good choices tonight. 

Perhaps an hour or two had passed, but that had to be the most restful sleep you’d had in weeks. Granted your neck was aching horridly and you rolled it twice before gaining strength again. What did startle you was the enormous coat tucked underneath your chin, but from the familiar scent of the softener, you knew who it belonged to. 

“Hey,” you said, not daring to look at the person sitting at your side. There was no sound except for rustling plastic and the rumbling of passing vehicles. Dragging, one hand down your face, you sighed. “How long was I out for?” 

“Two hours.” Momo rarely answered in such a manner, so shortly. You didn’t really have any excuse for the argument that you started. “I found you here, knocked out. Luckily, you were safe.” 

You wanted to say something, even as far as opening your mouth, but nothing but mist left you. Taking your silence, Momo reached into the plastic bag she was holding and pulled out a sandwich before handing it over to you. Murmuring your gratitude, you began nibbling at the crust. Momo had started to eat her own sandwich as well. 

It was surreal, to say the least. 

To be seated at a bus station not far from your home, nearing midnight. Watching the empty roads and dark windows of small shops and flickering lamp posts. Munching at bread crusts for dinner with Momo by your side. The sight must be odd, but it didn't feel awkward at all. It felt right, normal even. Feeling such a way after the fight you’ve had, after the words you said, is what stops you from actually eating this meal. 

Gaze dead set on a lamp post right across the street, you started, “Momo, I’m so—”

“Tomorrow,” was all your girlfriend said. The itch at the back of your throat from two hours ago seemed to crawl its way back up until Momo’s hand reached for yours. With no hesitancy, you took it. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow… for now, I just want to be here with you.”

It was your turn to face her. 

Momo had barely eaten her own sandwich. Her enormous hoodie along with her flowing black hair covered most of her face, but you could just about make out her puffy eyes. Biting her lower lip, she glanced at you. 

After all the things you've said tonight, it was almost relieving to agree with her. When you nodded, a small smile graced her lips as she tugged you towards her. As if it belongs there, your head found its place on her shoulder. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, holding onto each other at the bus stop, shrouded in comfortable silence. All you knew was that tomorrow wouldn’t arrive until you two fell asleep. 

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: its probably filled with errors, cries, i will fix it later ! also, will probably add a banner and title + summary ? maybe idk, but i hope you enjoyed this :] hope everyone has a good day/night !

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

[zhongliologist]

Limits | Zhongli Smut

Pairing: Zhongli x GN!Reader

Genre: SMUTTTT

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Apparently I can vomit out a 2.5k smut before bedtime skkskks 

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

His sharp amber eyes were on to you.

Narrowed and suspicious—as if you were up to no good.

With a glint of mischief, you returned it back to him like some sort of telepathic volley, together with a tight squeeze on his thigh.

“Right, so Mr. Zhongli, I would like to ask of your opinion in regards to the mysterious tree in Nantianmen. What do you suppose is its origins…” the man from across the table asked, then paused. “Mr. Zhongli…? Is there something wrong?”

He cleared his throat; you only smiled sweetly.

“No, I’m quite alright,” Zhongli replied. “As for your question…”

Your fingers danced on his thighs underneath the table, creeping closer to your attack point. You made sure to act as if you were listening to the conversation, but in reality, your agenda was so much different. For once, you’d like to see how far you can push the calm-as-ever Zhongli to his breaking point.

Lightly grazing your knuckles on his half-hard erection, you watched as Zhongli caught wind of your actions and turned to you with a displeased expression as he tried so hard to continue the discussion.

You could almost hear it, the way his patience was slowly being stretched thin. With eyes feral, he seized your wrist before it could go for any further exploration.

“How about you, YN?” Zhongli threw the conversation right at your court, his voice a strangled hiss as he tried to keep his annoyance at bay. “Do you have any thoughts of what is sealed underneath the tree?”

Leaning your head to the side, you accepted his challenge with a smirk.

“In my opinion, what lies underneath the tree must be a beast of some kind,” you started, as well as your hand.

As you continued to explain your thoughts, you twisted your hand to remove them from his grasps and began caressing the insides of his thighs. You kept at it, despite how he was definitely glaring at you, and even dared to palm him through his pants.

Zhongli clicked his tongue.

At this, you simply raised an elegant brow and asked him in such an innocent voice. “Do you have anything to add, Mr. Zhongli?”

Underneath the table, you were rubbing him intensely; a tent now in his pants. Yet he could only throw daggers at you and bite his tongue.

“No…” he sighed as you ground your hand on a particularly sensitive spot. “Carry on.”

You couldn’t tell if he was urging you to continue the discussion or if he was telling you to continue jacking him off under the table. Regardless of what he truly meant, you were intent on making him cum on his pants. Whether he like it or not.

Noticing his discomfort, the other guests on the table looked at each other and asked for the waitress to bring in some water.

“Mr. Zhongli, are you sure you’re fine?” an archeologist asked, “You seem feverish…”

Glancing at him, you waited for his reaction as you found the tip of his dick and began to stimulate it with your thumb. Zhongli gulped and closed his eyes; trying to swallow the groan that almost escaped his lips.

“Let’s just wait for the water. It’s probably the heat,” you remarked as if you weren’t trying to get him off under the table. Zhongli only glanced at you and almost scoffed at your acting. This wasn’t the kind of show he was expecting.

With a twist of your hand, you almost had him at that moment. Except that he once again caught your wrist and entwined his fingers between yours.

“There’s no need for that,” he abruptly said as he stood up from the table, yanking you along with him in the process. “We’ll be taking a short break, feel free to enjoy yourselves in the Pearl Galley.”

Without a word, he turned to the cabins and dragged you inside a room which seemed to be reserved for esteemed guests. It was a little bit too dark, and your eyes had a rough time adjusting—especially when he was handling you so roughly.

“Zhongli…I—!”

You tried to talk, yet he only grabbed both your wrists and held them both together in a tight grip. Just from that alone, you knew you were screwed. You might’ve pushed him a little bit too far.

“You’ve been really bad, YN.”

He finally spoke, and it came with the loud clanking of his belt as he tied it around your wrists. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he then pushed you to one of the wooden walls of the dark cabin.

“I’m…I—!”

“Silence!”

Zhongli’s voice was strong, deep and intense, together with his body pushing against yours, it was enough to keep your underwear drenched. You could only whine as you felt his erection rubbing on your thighs.

“I know you’re not stupid, yet it is beyond me why you continued to disobey,” he was now by your ears, pulling your hair. “You must be begging for punishment, aren’t you?”

With those words, Zhongli pushed his leg between your thighs, rubbing against your core. He was so rough and fast that you couldn’t help but move your body against it.

He scoffed; tongue hot on your earlobe. “You like that, don’t you? You like being handled this way. How lewd of you.”

“Mnnhh…Zhongli…!” you moaned, as he pushed his knee further, forcing you to get off from his leg.

“Who would’ve thought…” he gave a rather breathy chuckle as his lips travelled down your ear and to your neck, leaving a trail of love marks on his way.

You could only whine at his ministrations; hands bound and body trapped underneath his. Yet you loved how he kept on rubbing his leg against you, the electrifying sensations making your spine shudder and your mind heady.

Biting your lip as he brushed against a good spot, you knew you were just a few humps away from coming. It just felt so good, the arousal clouding any coherent thoughts. You could feel him so closely around you, his tongue ravishing your neck and shoulders, his leg just stroking the right places.

“Would you like to come, YN?”

There it came, the million-dollar question wrapped around Zhongli’s silky smooth voice. You could almost orgasm at the sound of his voice.

“Y-Yes…I…aahh…Z-Zhongli…!”

He chuckled, and promptly removed his leg.

“Sadly, I don’t feel the same way.”

With not much strength left, you slid down the floor in an awful plop as you saw Zhongli glanced at you with an amused look on his face. If only you weren’t suddenly filled with annoyance, you would’ve whimpered at the loss of friction.

“Now, now,” he began, grabbing your chin. “Don’t look at me like that. Have you conveniently forgotten you were the cause of this?”

You wanted to bite back, yet it seemed like your words were lost to you. He was right and you knew you were being punished for what you have done. There wasn’t enough sass that could mount your defense.

Still gazing at you with his sharp golden eyes, Zhongli then took off one of his gloves with his teeth and pushed two digits between your lips. He was still rough, scissoring his hands inside your mouth as you tried to keep him at bay with your tongue.

“Ahh…how beautiful you look, YN,” Zhongli mocked you, watching intently as his fingers were wrapped around your soft lips. “Perhaps, you’d wish to have something else in your mouth, right now? Hm?”

He removed his fingers for you to speak as your throat tried to find your voice again. Panting, you glanced up to him who was towering above you, and then turned your eyes to the bulge in his pants.

“If you dare not speak up, then perhaps we shall end it here,” he then told you as your eyes shot up to his in panic.

“N-No…! Wait…w-wait!”

You then crawled towards him, as much as your bound hands allowed you to, and kneeled before him.

“I-I…” you swallowed, trying to keep your throat from drying. “I…want y-your…cock…Zhongli…please…!”

The dark haired man simply smirked at you. “Then you don’t mind getting it out yourself?”

A sudden flush crept all over your face at his suggestion. You would’ve been irritated at how much he was teasing you, but you were the one who brought this to yourself.

With pursed lips, you slowly crept your hands on his thighs and unzipped his pants with your lips; pulling him out in no time.

You were no stranger to Zhongli’s dick but every time you see it, you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive at how big it was. At the same time however, you wanted him inside your mouth.

With only a glance towards him, you began kissing the tip; your tongue darting and licking at his shaft as if you were testing the waters. With a raise of his brows, you knew Zhongli was expecting you to do more, otherwise, he’ll take the matter into his own hands.

Soon enough, you gradually hand him between your lips, bobbing your head up and down as you tried to fit all of him in. Of course, there was no way you can, but you tried and you end up deepthroating him most of the time.

“Ngghh…YN….that’s right,” he began praising you, his hands grasping a fistful of your hair. “You are responsible for this, you know.”

Breathing in as you pulled out, you continued to blow him—tongue ravishing around his cock as he pushed further in. It had hurt for the first time, but right now, after doing this so many times, you could only feel a pool of arousal at the pits of your stomach and a wet sensation inside your underwear.

He’s so big…

You gazed up to him with tears almost pooling at the sides, pleasuring him as much as you can. You could tell he was enjoying the stimulation and the view by how his expression had softened.

“Since it is your responsibility…” he breathed through his teeth, his orgasm nearing. “You will swallow all of my seed, won’t you?”

It sounded like a suggestion, but you knew it was an order. And it was an order you would gladly follow. Preparing yourself for his load, you were then brought to a surprise when he suddenly held your cheeks and began face fucking you.

You could only close your eyes at how rough he was, but it was hot and feral and you can’t help but feel drunk with arousal. In a few sharp thrusts, Zhongli came inside your mouth and filled you with his warm cum.

You would almost choke if you weren’t used to it, but with a few calm breaths, you tried to gulp in all down. However as he pulled out, globs of it came drooling down your chin and you frantically tried to put them back in.

Breathless, Zhongli watched as you struggled to swallow all of it. For some reason, it only spurred him on—his cum on your face, down your chin, hands bound and looking so debauched—it was an erotic image that had burned into his memory.

“Forgive me, but we’re not done yet.”

In a flurry of motions, Zhongli grabbed you by the arm and propped you on the wall again with your ass bent towards him. He then pulled your bottom garments down, only to be greeted by a wet patch on your underwear.

He smirked. “Now would you look at this.”

His fingers danced around your clothed hole, caressing only the surrounding area as if he was intentionally teasing you. (He is.) You could only whimper at your position, throat still too used from taking him in your mouth, yet that doesn’t mean you didn’t wish for this to happen.

“Look how ready you are,” he remarked, his fingers playing with the garter hem of your underwear; not telling when he was going to pull it down. “We might not even need to prepare you for me.”

“Z-Zhongli…! Nghh..! Please—p-please….!” You cried out, panting at how his was trying to push a finger in, but not fully.

He only hummed, as he gradually pulled your underwear down—your hole glistening and ready for him. Without warning, he lathered his fingers with saliva and pushed two digits in, making you gasp for air at the sudden entrance. Yet unlike what you were expecting, he was tormentingly slow—thrusting in and out as if you had all the time in the world.

“­Mmnh…Z-Zhongli…P-please!”

The man raised only a brow.

“Oh? For whatever reason are you pleading, YN?” He played that card again, you bit your cheek. “You have to tell me clearly or else, I’ll do as I wish.”

You would’ve made a clever quip if not for the fact that he had found a rather pleasurable spot with his fingers, which made you groan loudly.

This is too much…

You wanted to come so badly, you wanted him so badly…you…

“Nghh…! Please…please…Zhongli! Aaahh—! I want…I want it…your cock…”

“Want it where?”

“I-Inside…inside me…please…hurry…!”

Zhongli simply chuckled at your performance and removed his fingers.

“Very well. Since you told me so nicely…”

Lathering his already hard shaft with your juices, Zhongli then pushed his length inside of you. You could only moan at how much he was stretching you as he filled you up inch by inch. Soon enough, he had filled you to the hilt and began moving—of course, rather roughly.

Sharp thrusts and such brutal pounding, Zhongli continued to fuck you until you were a moaning mess underneath him. You could feel his hot and hard cock inside of you, pushing against your most sensitive spots as his deep grunts filled your ear.

“Oh…f-fuck…Z-Zhongli…! H-Harder…please…!” you wailed, as he tugged your hair and kissed you square on the lips.

“YN…ahhh….nnghh! You feel so good…!” he whispered just above your lips, tongue playing with lower lip.

He held you tightly, as he thrusted over and over, in and out—the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed across the room together with your cries and moans. You were so full of him, your walls clamping around him like a vice.

“Mnhh….f-fuck….! You’re close, aren’t you…Ngghhh—! Come with me….Y-YN…!”

“Z-Zhongli…Zhongli….y-yes…! Oh god…!”

Turning your head to him, Zhongli once again captured your lips as his pounding became more and more erratic. In a few more thrusts, you spasmed around him as you felt him fill you up with his warm seed.

You moaned loudly as you were pushed to your climax, closing your eyes as you tilted your head up—loving how the pleasure turns your head blank and electrifies your body. In an instant, you knew pushing his buttons was a good call.

As you came down from both your highs and basking at the afterglow, Zhongli nuzzled against your shoulder and peppered kisses on your skin.

“Don’t do that ever again,” he whispered, yet you simply smiled.

“I refuse,” you replied. “If hadn’t, I would’ve spent the last hour listening to wannabe historians instead of being fucked senseless.”

Zhongli only hummed and thrusted sharply inside of you; making you yelp from how sensitive you still were.

“Perhaps one still hasn’t learned their lesson…” he whispered lowly to you.

You grinned.

“Care to enlighten me for the next few hours?”

[genshingarbage]

hoii, is it okay if I request something with Diluc and Kaeya ? like, gn!reader feels very alone and unloved, because they can't make/keep friends and their family doesn't pay much attention to them ?

and if it's not too much, can the men be like big brother or father figures to the reader ?

it's okie if you don't want to write it!

have a good day/night ♡

This is too cute. Bless. Both I and Mod Kaeya worked together on this one, take a guess who wrote for who lmao hope this is okay sweetie! - Mod Diluc

I'll Always Care.

|| One - Shot ||

Kaeya / Diluc

Diluc

The sun was beating down like normal, the heat was unbearable and it was making you itch and sweat like nobodies business. You felt stuffy and so uncomfortable, but maybe you could give the sun a break from your insults; because deep down it wasn't the sun making you feel like utter nothingness right now. It was the fact you yet again were reminded of the harsh fact that no one cares for you, not even your own mother can pretend to wear a smile around you.

First your mother sighed and brushed you off this morning like a pestering bug, and to rub insult to injury your small group of friends (if you could even call them that.) Had conveniently forgotten to secure a place for you to go with them all on their expedition today. So here you were alone, curled up with your knees pressed against your chest and your eyes closed as to try prevent the threat of tears: despite you trying to convince yourself it's just to block the sunlight, even though you're under a tree that's already blocking the sun indefinitely.

You felt the pain sinking further inside you now and it just stung worse and worse. Why? Why do you always get forgotten about... why do they never care how you're feeling? No one seems to understand you ever. Was this world even meant for someone like you? You debated it sometimes, but all it ever did was work you up more into a crying mess because even if you'd conclude you're better off dead- you'd never have the guts to kill yourself; and you'd be way too terrified to let someone or something else do it for you.

Your head sunk further into your arms that coiled round your frail frame as you began to sniffle and sob softly. Your ears were ringing and your head was hurting so much from how much you'd been on and off crying the past two hours by yourself, nothing but the breeze and butterflies to keep you company in your own misery. Life was cruel, and you were starting to resent it in a whole. But all you could so was curl up and cry like you always do, why can you never fix yourself? Stupid.

You practically leaped out your skin however, shooting your head up fast, almost giving yourself whiplash from the force you done it at. The squeeze on your shoulder was most unexpected and most definitely an understatement to how shaken up you were. You felt the scream aching in your throat about to fly out your lips when you saw who it was, Diluc. His crimson eyes staring down at you, the matching hair tied neatly into a ponytail behind him. His claymore resting on his shoulder effortlessly.

"Why are you crying Y/N?" He spoke sternly, but under that tone you could hear the concern in his voice; as poorly as he was at showing his emotions on a day to day basis. You sniffed hard, an involuntarily rub of your eyes and nose following behind as you blinked away the tears quickly. "I- I'm not. Just resting is all." You wanted to cringe at your poor excuse there yourself, your voice was wavering in tone and cracking so badly, why did you even bother to lie?

He let out a deep sigh before slipping his claymore off his shoulder and swinging it in a circle before letting it peirce into the dirt, securing its position he let it go and stepped next to you, bending down and taking a seat beside you now. Inviting himself into your private affairs had become common ground for you now, then it hit you. He is always around when you feel at your lowest. You looked at him with a bewildered expression, eyebrow raised. The look of utter confusion evident on your face.

Finally he turned his head to you and then looked forward again, one of his knees lifting up for him to rest his arm on, the other sliding round the back of your neck and gently pulling you into his chest. You were confused at first, but then it hit you, he was hugging you and comforting you, in his best efforts at least. You laid there against him, cuddled up to him, your head pounding, your throat sore from crying, your eyes stinging. Face flushed red from your inner rage. You really looked like a mess right now.

"Rest. You need it. When someone's cried at lot it helps to get rest after." He spoke matter of fact like to you. You lifted your head ever so slightly about to attempt another pitiful protest, but his hand came up to your head and softly stroked through your hair. "Rest." He added. That silenced you and simply closed your eyes, feeling not so alone anymore and at actually at ease. He always helps you feel better, no matter how small of an action it was.

He always makes you feel loved and cared for, if you could describe Diluc in one word, it would be big brother. He really was like a big brother to you, always there to cheer you up and make you feel better, always there to remind you that you're not as alone as you always think you are. He's always kept you safe and always put you first before himself even sometimes. A smile crept onto your face ever so slightly when all of this was resurfaced in your mind.

You truly were grateful to have a friend like Diluc, even if you have no one else that's by your side, he is, and he always will be. "Thank you." You muttered the words ever so softly and breath like, as you'd mutter them out in your sleep, while your head rested against his chest. His eyes slowly trailed to the side, looking down at your peaceful sleeping state. His hand still stroking through your hair as it kept you huddled up to him. Not that you'd ever see it or know of it, a small smile made its way onto his lips too.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N".

Kaeya

The lanky man found you in his guest bedroom, knees tucked under you chin with a cloak of thick duvets framing your clearly exhausted face. He sighed softly before beginning to  pat over to you, chocolate milk in hand and heart on his sleeve.

Once you’d noticed him making his way over you shifted under the blankets to let him crawl into the little cave you’d constructed yourself. He placed the glass onto the night stand, interrupting the somber silence of the room with a gentle clink of glass against hardwood, then turned to you in order to pull you into his broad chest. He gently rubbed your back as his icy eyes observed the room with it’s askew drawers and new adornments of thrown pillows and tossed weapons or tools. The gentle moonlight pouring in from the still open curtain, tarnishing the peachy walls a soft periwinkle blue only telling him of the sadness you were feeling.

“You can stay here as long as you need.”

“I know Sir Kaeya.”

Your sniffles broke his heart a little, the way you buried your head into his nightshirt even more so. You were some sort of enigma to him. Like a puzzle he couldn’t solve yet was made of pieces of a mirror he had shattered.

You reminded him so much of how he was after Diluc had…well…

The blue haired man pulled you closer to him to bury his nose in your hair, beginning to frown, “Will you tell me what happened?”

“It is not really what has happened and more what keeps happening honestly.” Your voice was muffled slightly but he could still hear it clearly through your tight words forcing their way out of your throat. You didn’t really have the heart to tell him that since you became an adventurer your parents had all but kicked you out because they didn’t want to deal with the likely chance you wouldn’t be making any sort of money with your dream job. Your friends had began to leave one by one with teasing remarks about joining your adventure team or horrific monsters, leaving to study in far off corners of the world.

You were completely and utterly alone, with only Kaeya at your side. It didn’t take the feeling of his arms tightening around you to tell you he could already sense what you were thinking about.

“They weren’t your family or friends if they simply tossed you aside y’know? You should not spare them another thought.” He muttered this softly into your hair, hoping you could somehow find comfort in his backwards way of thinking. As much as he wanted to toughen you up…he didn’t want you to become him.

He’s well aware of your plights, has been since you were a kid and he was a fresh young face in the knights even if he doesn’t necessarily know what happened today to cause you to spiral into such a state. Maybe that’s why he took you in. He’d ponder over it as he tucked you in, brushing your hair out of your face afore lightly stepping out of the room to leave you to sleep finally.

[aminiatureworld]

Injury

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Blood, injury, slight violence, minor villain death 

 Premise: Sometimes the pain of others can hurt even more than one’s own. In which the reader is injured. 

Author’s Note: Week 3 of keeping up my writing schedule let’s go! This week is a bit angsty, my forte (I think?) As usual part one – with Albedo, Childe, and Diluc – will be posted tonight and part two – Kaeya, Xiao and Zhongli – tomorrow.

At first this was going to be both your injury and your recovery but then the first character hit over 1.5k words so I guess this is going to be a pseudo-series. I really don’t know the definition of concise lol.

In the first part of my last fic I realize I gendered a word. I’m super sorry about that, and I promise to fix it and tag properly next time. Childe gets to go into the stone forest cause I say he can. I’m not sure if waypoints are diegetic or nondiegetic. I decided to make them so. Also the first hospital in China was opened in the early 1800s, and I know hospitals aren’t very “fantasy” but Teyvat has good medical science in my book.

Albedo

Throughout his life the one thing that Albedo never truly understood was peoples’ obsession with modesty, even when it was false.

There was a lot that Albedo was proud of in regards to himself; his intellect for one, his curiosity, his abilities as an alchemist, the fact that he feared little in the world. Above all perhaps was the pride he held in carrying himself without falling into hysteria, his grip on his emotions was impeccable and whenever he was unfortunate enough to see others gripped with a heavy emotion he was always left with a sour feeling in his mouth – a disgust for someone who had so little sense they couldn’t even control themselves.

This was a pride that left him quickly enough upon seeing you injured.

It wasn’t meant to be a dangerous expedition. It’d merely been a check of the vast network of caves and tunnels that could be found in Dragonspine. A route affair, mundane even in how simple it supposedly was. There was nothing to be afraid of. Albedo had told you that back at home and you’d smiled in agreement. Yes, there was nothing to be worried of, a few hilichurls at most and a temperature that could be easily kept in check with the right preparation. You’d be there and back in less than a day, no problem.

Everything, however, had gone horribly wrong. The cave that you two intended to explore turned out to be a vast network, full of tight tunnels and half submerged under freezing water. You two had managed that well enough, although once Albedo had almost slipped and fallen into the underground river, the whole outlook of the expedition was looking drearier and drearier.

Eventually you’d reached what had seemed to be the heart of the cave, floor after floor of ice with a hole in the middle, all lit up by crystal and scarlet quartz. It was an impressive sight to be sure and you’d stood a little ways away from the edge, observing the way the light refracted off the ice coated walls, waiting for Albedo to be finished with his sampling, enjoying the awesome sight in front of you.

Albedo had just finished when you’d let out a yelp. Whirling around he saw what had captured your attention – a wild snowboar who’d managed to wander in. The two of you watched the very confused creature in awe, only staring as it stomped the ground and charged right into the wall.

That was a mistake.

All of the sudden the cavern started shaking violently. Cursing the boar for its terrible – or maybe impeccable – aim the two of you sprinted towards the exit. You’d managed to gain the lead, not bogged down by Albedo’s extensive equipment, and had turned around near the beginning of the tunnel in order to help him. Just as you were heading back one of the many icicles that lined the roof of the cave came undone, landing with a sickening thud right where your collarbone met your spine.

You’d dropped like a rock, and Albedo felt his stomach to turn water and his mind turn to static, as suddenly all logic seemed to leave him, instead replaced by dread so overpowering he seemed to lose track of his surroundings, chained to the ground by something greater than himself.

You groaned and time seemed to unfreeze itself, instead accelerating at a breakneck pace. Leaping into action Albedo immediately dropped all of his equipment, the sound of glass vials shattering muffled by the cases that held them and the panic that was gripping him. Hauling you over his back he ran through the tunnels, wincing every time you made a sound and biting his tongue every time he shimmied through a particularly tight spot and it seemed it might not let the two of you pass as you were.

He could feel the blood seeping through his gloves. Your blood. Only a few minutes ago he wasn’t even sure that icicles could make one bleed. Now he wished he’d never found out, wished that he’d never asked to explore the caves of Dragonspine, wished that you’d never agreed to it. How could he have been so foolish, so blind to the dangers that waited in vast caverns of ice and snow, where the slightest wrong movement could spell your death.

Albedo could’ve cried when he sighted the camp. Indeed he might’ve, realizing that there were frozen tears on his cheeks only after you’d been taking to the medical tent. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t noticed anything really in those terrifying moments between when you’d gotten hurt and when he’d made it to the camp. It all seemed not to exist in his mind, washed away by the emotions that had wracked his mind and body. Even now he couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the tide of emotions that was crashing into him like a wave, utterly helpless as he was thrown this way and that.

The pride that he’d clung to was in tatters, and Albedo looked upon it now in disgust. He’d been so innocent, so foolish, perhaps mercifully so. But all that was gone, and his certainty had gone with it. There was nothing left of him almost; nothing except fear and anger and worry, and Albedo wondered when he might ever feel sure of everything again.

It was cloudy when you were released, arm in a sling, brace around your shoulders. Albedo wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it had seemed like an eternity. The urge to run up to you and wrap you in the tightest hug imaginable was intense, but the sight of the brace held him back. Instead he brought you hand up to his face, kissing your palm before holding it against his cheek. You smiled at that, but there was fatigue in your eyes and you said nothing. Albedo couldn’t blame you. He moved to let go and turn towards the path, somehow feeling unworthy of holding your hand after being the cause of your predicament, but you quickly grasped his hand once more. He smiled a slightly shocked smile, but made no move to let go.

As you two walked back to Mondstadt Albedo felt himself once more flooded by negative thoughts. Lowering his gaze so he was looking at the ground he paused for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Albedo found his voice cracking, tears welling his eyes even as he chastised himself for how stupid he must’ve looked. You were safe, you were going to be alright, the head of the clinic had said so himself. Why then did he still feel like he might crumble any minute? Shaking his head he moved to cover his face with his hand.

“Hey.” There was still fatigue in your voice, but there was also an urgency in it. You squeezed the hand you were holding, moving so you were facing him. “Hey, is it okay if you look at me?”

Albedo moved his head up slowly. He was truly crying by now, having given up all efforts to do so otherwise. You smiled softly as his eyes met yours.

“I’m alright, okay? And you shouldn’t blame yourself for this. I doubt that even the drunkest man in Monstadt could’ve guessed a wild boar would wander in a cavern and start a cave in. You can’t control fate you know.”

“I know.” Albedo forced the words out, although more and more it seemed impossible, his throat was too constricted to be anything more than barely coherent. “Still. I should’ve known. And I should’ve kept it together. I, why am I crying? Why wasn’t I in control? Why, why am I still not in control?”

“Because you’re human Albedo.” You replied, shaking your head slightly. “You’re the most wonderful human alive, but you’re still human. You mustn’t beat yourself up for what you are. I’d rather you cry anyways. There’s nothing noble in hiding your emotions, they must come out one way or another. So please, please cry all you want, long and hard. And tomorrow you can start your penance, alright?”

“Penance?” Albedo mumbled, still crying. You nodded, smile still nothing but fondness and understanding.

“Well someone’s going to have to help me for the next two months. And I know you’re too much a gentleman to make me stumble along myself.”

“Of course.” Albedo’s answer came fast and sure. He paused then, realizing that, by distracting him with the weeks to come, you’d managed to give him a pocket of time to calm himself, to feel himself once more firmly planted on the ground. Love mixed with anger and sadness in his mind, and for a moment he could only marvel at you.

Albedo leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. He’d do whatever he could to help you, this he promised himself. And this too he promised himself; you’d never ever be hurt on his watch again.

Childe

If there was anything that Childe hated it was a lack of control. The feeling of everything slipping through his fingers was something he’d felt often as a child, and that feeling had haunted him. When he’d signed up as a member of the Fatui he’d promised himself that he’d never feel that way again. He’d protect those he loved and he’d keep his life from falling apart. It was a promise he was determined to keep, no matter what.

You two had decided to go hiking. Or rather it was less of a hike and more of a rock climb. Childe had long bragged that the Huaguang Stone Forest was the most beautiful place to watch the sunset, and you’d finally gotten a free weekend. Waypointing your way there initially, your partner had taken an almost childlike joy from choosing which mountain was the highest.

“Childe have you decided yet? The sun is almost at the horizon.” You called out at the Harbinger. Childe was, much to your dismay, the stronger climber, and had taken to scouting ahead of time to see if the spot you were climbing to was any good. Now he glanced down at you, mischief written all over his face, his smirk flashier than usual. He put his hand on his chin and looked outward once more.

“Hmm… I don’t know…”

“Childe!” You exclaimed, your arms slightly killing you. You really wish that you’d convinced Childe to bring a roped and belay. Unfortunately that request had been met with a whine and an accusation of “that’s cheating!” You’d laughed it off at the time, but now you were starting to regret your partner’s recklessness. As much as you were enjoying your time – being alone with Childe always felt intensely special and you cherished every moment of it – you were also impatient to actually watch the sunset, and in your hurry you wondered if it might not be faster to climb back down and watch from the bridge.

“I do believe that we’ve found the tallest one!”

“Thank the Seven.” You groaned, hurrying to get to the top. Childe chuckled, watching you scale up the mountain.

“Oh come now, I had to make sure it was perfect! Besides you looked so comfortable perched there, it almost hurt to disrupt you.”

“When I get up there I’m killing you.” You shot back, reaching towards the ledge. Still laughing Childe stuck out his hand and you moved to grab it, pushing off with your feet as much as possible, determined to make it up the mountain in the next move.

The laughter died from Childe’s lips the moment your hand missed. Instead it was replaced by fear, cold and sharp as a knife, plunging straight through his heart. Time seemed to slow down, but you were falling so fast, falling, falling, falling. Catapulting himself off the top of the mountain Childe reached out for you. In his mind he was screaming. Glide. Oh please, for the love of the Seven glide. Please, don’t fall, it’s so high up. I couldn’t bear it. Please.

Still the words were stuck in his mouth, and his throat only constricted more when you hit the bridge with a sickening thud. Releasing his own wings at the last moment he landed on the bridge too, only a few meters away from where you were now crumpled up. Running over he scooped you up. You’d managed to right yourself at the last moment in the air so that you were landing feet first, but though you’d managed to protect your head your legs dragged limply, and one was bent at an awkward angle. Looking at your mangled form, listening to you as you screamed and whimpered in pain, Child felt overwhelmed by his vast helplessness. There was nothing he could do. Burying his head in your neck he sobbed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

The journey to Liyue was excruciating, both for you and for Childe. Although there was no external bleeding the initial adrenaline of falling had no worn off and you felt every jolt and movement as Childe slung you on his back, wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you to the nearest waypoint and then to the Liyue doctor. Even when Childe was standing still you thought you might die from the sheer pain. So intense it was that sometimes you gave up, blacking out only to wake up feeling like you were drowning, the burning air around you almost too hot and too heavy to breathe.

Childe willed himself to numbness throughout the journey, only allowing him to collapse once you’d reached the hospital, practically ramming into the nearest chair in the waiting room, the situation washing over him.

How could he have let this happen? Hadn’t he made a promise? A promise that he’d protect those he’d love, that he’d never lose control of a situation again, that he’d never let those he cared about suffer? Where was that promise now? His whole world seemed to collapse in on itself now. He hadn’t been able to protect you. Despite his training, his reflexes, his vision, his everything. You’d still fallen. And as powerful as Childe liked to think he was, he still couldn’t turn back time and stop your suffering.

Finally the doctor opened the door and Childe was let in to see you. After informing him that you were on painkillers the doctor left you two alone. Faced with you laying on the hospital bed Childe sank into the nearest chair. Lacing his fingers through yours he drew circles on your hand over and over. For a moment you two said nothing, then Childe let his head rest on your hands. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, voice raw.

“I know.” You replied, mind a bit hazy from the painkillers, the magic infused herbs luring you to sleep. Still you pushed forward, needing to say something before Childe let himself be carried away. “I know, but it’s not your fault. And it’s not irreversible. The doctor says in 8 weeks I’ll be fine. Until then, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“But what about your adventuring? Your commissions? How can you do those if you can’t –”

“I’ll figure it out. Adventuring isn’t just monster slaying you know. And there’s no catastrophe in being in a wheelchair or on crutches.” You shook your head. Childe was still crying, and you could feel his tears running down your linked hands.

“Ajax.” Childe’s head shot up, surprised. He loved when you called him by his true name, it always seemed like a song falling from your lips. And now that song was filled with understanding, if not a bit of sadness. “I want you to not blame yourself.” You continued. “I know it’ll be hard, I know that these feelings won’t go away. And I’m not blaming you for them. I’m not happy about this either, of course I’m not, I just went through a world of pain. But I won’t be able to stand watching you beat yourself up for 8 weeks, I won’t be able to stand that look in your eyes every time you look at me. So please, please stop. If not for yourself then for me.”

Childe stared at your for a while. You waited, not wanting to rush his thought process. Eventually though he shook his head, a small smile finally breaking his expression.

“You’re too good for me you know. Alright. I promise to try. It’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. Childe smiled back. He didn’t know how you managed to do it, how you managed to take his fears and look them in the face. All he knew at that moment was that he loved you. And for now, that was enough.

 Diluc

Diluc stared in horror as the Fatui Bracer aimed a Geo projectile right at you, his horror multiplying into rage and terror as the concentrated energy flew through the air and landed right at the base of your ribcage. You crumpled at the impact, wheezing heavily, apparently stunned from the power and speed of the attack.

How could this have happened? Diluc knew that the Fatui were gathering in Mondstadt, something that the winery owner turned Darknight Hero couldn’t stand. But never did he think to see Fatui skirmishers right outside the walls of Monstadt, strolling along the beach of Cider Lake as if it were Snezhnaya. Never did he think he’d have to see another loved one felled by a member of the Fatui, and never did he think that he could bear the emotions coursing through him now.

He made quick work of the Bracer, hacking and swinging without rhyme or reason, barely able to comprehend what was going on. Everything felt oddly separated from him, as if he were watching through someone else’s eyes, watching as he burned through the Bracer’s shields as easily as if it were made of wax, leaving the man groaning and screaming in pain before silencing him altogether.

The feeling of separation only grew more powerful as he ran over to you. You seemed to be conscious, but your breathing was shallow and ragged, and the place where the Fatui’s attack had hit seemed mangled, one of your ribs having seemingly been broken. You were screaming, though it was hoarse and low and tired. Still if you were screaming you were alive, and at least Diluc could hold onto that.

Carrying you in his arms Diluc winced as you let out another shriek of pain. You two weren’t far from the gates of Monstadt, but every step seemed to be a thousand steps and what was surely only a few hundred meters instead felt like tens of thousands of miles.

You were going to be alright. At least the doctor had said you were going to be alright. Surely Diluc could be grateful for that? But he didn’t feel grateful, instead he felt anger and hatred welling up inside of him. He’d told himself it was no good to be an angry or hateful person, that doing so would only push you away, would only destroy the fragile bonds he’d managed to build between you and a selection of others. But still the anger and the hatred lingered, refusing to be quelled or stuffed away.

He wanted revenge. Revenge on the Fatui, on the Tsaritsa, on the uncaring world that let him be so tormented, and that so tormented the ones he loved. How could this have happened to you? You who were made of goodness, more goodness than he’d found in the world beforehand. How was this a fitting reward?

It was decided that you could stay at the Winery during the 6 grueling weeks that was to be your convalescence. Diluc said nothing on the way there. He was afraid what would happened if he opened his mouth. Already he knew his face was betraying the feelings welling within him. He didn’t need to make it worse, not now.

Arriving at the Winery Diluc carried you to his room, the nicest room there was. Up to this point you’d said nothing, and Diluc wondered if you weren’t too groggy to do so. However when you spoke up there was an urgency in your voice, one he simply couldn’t ignore.

“You’re angry. You’re trying to hide it but I know it.”

“I’m not the one in pain right now.” Came a curt reply. Diluc was looking at you with what others might’ve mistaken as a glare. Perhaps it was even that, but there was something beneath it, and you knew it ultimately wasn’t directed at you.

“I am. And I’m upset too. But I’ve accepted it. You need to accept that you’re angry too. Burying it won’t help, it’ll only make it worse you know. You have to acknowledge your emotions. You don’t have to hide them. At least not in front of me.”

The expression on Diluc’s face finally broke. The anger there was raw and palapable, but there was also something else, something he’d also buried.

“I was… terrified.” Diluc finally let out. “I was so terrified it frightened me. I… I thought I was going to lose you.”

“And you shouldn’t have to hide that either.” You prodded softly. “But I’ll be alright, I promise. So please, just be open with me and then we’ll go from there.”

Diluc nodded, finding himself unable to speak. Walking over to where you were laying down he peppered kisses all over your face, light and ethereal as butterflies.

He’d do right by you. That’s what he promised himself, after all the hiding and the pain. He’d do right by you. But he’d also not forgive the Fatui for what they’d done, and tonight when Monstadt was asleep the Darknight would be watching. And for any Snezhnayan roaming the streets and lurking in the shadows, there’d be no forgiveness.

[diavolosthots]

Hey man so idea. Some angst with mammon when he realizes he might not be a good choice for mc because of his financial issues and then mc telling him that it's ok.

Its 12:03 am which means my day off is over so here is this

Warning: VERY MILD angst-> happy ending

Greed and Money (MAMMON X GN!READER)

Greed. The word is most often associated with money, but greed can be so much more than that. Greed can be for power, or knowledge, or even something as simple as food and exercise. You can be greedy for a sense of family, or your life’s purpose. Greed, by definition, is the intense, and more often than not, selfish desire for something; a desperate need or yearn to have something, to own it, that anything that stands in the way of it, can and most likely will be eliminated. Greed is one of the seven major sins and by far one, if not the, worst temptation to fall under, as a human being. Greed can most often be seen in political figures, or people with immense wealth, but one could also argue that Stephen Hawking was greedy for knowledge. The Avatar of Greed himself, however, falls very much into the main category; greedy for money and immense wealth. 

Mammon finds it hard to strive away from shiny things and Grimm, when in his mind, he could have it all. Of course, this has caused a major strain on his family and how they treat him. He’s very much the black sheep within the family, something you took very quick note of, and that’s why you decided to take him under your wing. At first, he was repulsed by that for many reasons. Things like, “I can handle myself (Y/N)!” or ,” I ain’t weak! I got this!” quickly became repeated phrases every time he was around you. Deep down, however, he came to actually like it. He liked that you cared enough about him to check up on him. Compassion and being cared for is something he hasn’t felt in at least a millennia, or so it seems, so moments with you quickly became his favorites. 

He began to fall for you shortly after too. At first, he reigned back, thinking that maybe he just liked the attention you gave him, but really, it was so much more than that. He loved the way your hands always grabbed onto him when you laughed, or the way your eyebrows lifted when he told a story that may or may not be complete and utter bullshit. He liked the way you laid your head on his shoulder and literally and figuratively kicked him in the ass on certain days, but as much as you seemed to like him and accept him, he can’t help but feel like he would be an issue to you in the long run. A burden. Just another responsibility you would have to handle. “H-hey… uhm…” and talking about how he felt just seemed so ridiculously hard, too. You’d look at him with these concerned puppy eyes and he immediately feels bad and quickly makes up a lie about how Satan tried to trip him down the stairs instead of talking about what’s actually going on. 

But he can’t hold it out much longer, not if he wants this relationship to become serious, but he was so scared. You always said you didn’t care about his Avatar, but he hated that you had that mindset because he IS his Avatar, and his Avatar is him. “(Y/N)...” he tried to start this conversation with you for the uptenth time already, but your eyes immediately had that wave of concern inside of them and he hated that so much, “what’s wrong? Did they say something again?” he didn’t deserve such genuine concern, not right now at least. “No just… just listen, will ya?” That only gave you more of a concerned look and now he’s confused as to what to do because if he keeps on you’ll worry your pretty little head off and he doesn’t want that, but if he doesn’t continue on then he’ll walk around with that thought in mind for a really long time before it ever gets brought up again. 

“Listen I…. I ain’t the saint ya make me out to be… I know I mess up, and sometimes I believe that what my brothers say is true a--!” “Stop. No it’s not.” You interrupted him, determined to get that thought out of his head because you were not about to let this amazing person have a depressive episode over nothing. “You’re an amazing older brother, and an amazing brother to Lucifer, no matter what he says. They can be harsh, yes, but I know they lo--!” “(Y/N)!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice and he heard too late that it had echoed off the walls and reached his ears again so he quickly took your hands in his to soothe both him and you, “that ain’t it. Just listen. What I’m tryin’ t’say is that I know I steal and I lie and I’m greedy… of course I am; it’s my Avatar. Ya always say ya don’t care about that, but I feel like ya have to care about that because it’s part of me! I ain’t the best financially… I’m only lucky to people who summon me.. Who get lucky enough that I’ll take their soul in exchange for immeasurable wealth…. But to myself …. I haven’t been lucky to myself in a long long time… and although I get money, I burn it just as quick. You know that, I know that too…. So I don’t know… I feel bad for being an unstable source in ya life because ya deserve better…. Ya deserve someone like Lucifer or Satan who got their life figured out…”

Of course, the truth hurts. It hurt him to admit that, financially, he is a failure and he would and could easily lose any and all finances either of you own, that’s why he wants you to think carefully about being with him and he certainly wouldn’t shame you for leaving him if it came down to it. If the roles were reversed and he was after someone who’s financially unstable, chances are he wouldn’t be running after them much longer, so he’s confused as to why you would keep running after and being there for him. 

“Mammon… I’m not going to leave you based on your inability to control finances. It’s actually laughable and kind of sad that you’d think so lowly of me. I love you for you and everything you come with, not some ridiculousness you decided to tell yourself. Yes, it’s your avatar, but it’s nothing that’s unmanageable. Satan can manage his anger, most days, and maybe you can try and learn how to control your spending and gambling on most days, too.” He kind of stopped breathing when you said you loved him so the rest barely registered in his mind, but that’s okay. He just feels overwhelming love right now and he’s genuinely thankful for you. “I ain’t crying…” you were about to ask what he meant but he already picked you up in an embrace, twirling you around with him once before setting you back down and just burying his face into your shoulder, sniffling a little. 

“I ain’t cryin’.... But I love you too… thank ya, you know, for being there and stuff… Thank ya for coming into my life and sticking around and accepting me…” You never understood why it was so hard for him to see that he was worthy and deserving of all of those things, but at the very least, it made you happy that you could bring some sort of happiness into his life. “You’re welcome, Mammon…. I’m not giving up on you.”

[hypmicdaydreams]

Could I request Saburou, Dice and Juushi headcanons with an s/o who always calls them by cute petnames? Thank you so much in advance

Ahh cute cute cute!! I loved writing these so much. I love pet names and terms of endearment; they're so simple yet lovely. Anyway, thanks for the request anon, and I hope you enjoy 💕

𝗦𝗮𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗼, 𝗗𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗝𝘆𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀/𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀

-pairings: saburo yamada x gn!reader, dice arisugawa x gn!reader, jyushi aimono x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

Saburo

bun, creampuff, beau. saburo’s heard it all, right down to some of the more obscure pet names, from you; well, all except for his very own name, something that never did leave your lips often

pet names were generally a thing of mystery to saburo. he understood what they stood for: terms of endearment for someone you loved. but he never understood why one would use them

he was confused on that end, so when you first call him by such, saburo may end up looking somewhat puzzled as to why you hadn’t just called him by his usual name

perhaps it was because he was inexperienced with all this lovey-dovey stuff that he found pet names to be so strange. i mean, calling each other by name was sufficient enough, wasn’t it? there was no reason for them

he really didn’t think he was one to like pet names or grow accustomed to them. before you guys were a thing, admittedly, saburo did find pet names to be somewhat off-putting. they were never his thing

saburo wasn’t quite the affectionate person in the first place, so hearing you call him by something so sweet and intimate only made him feel so weird on the inside

what was this heart-fluttering sensation? why’d his heart skip a beat each time you called out to him by one of your special pet names? and more importantly, how come he didn’t seem to mind it all that much? in fact, he liked them in a way

though, in the beginning, he really couldn’t help but recoil a tiny bit each time. saburo did like them (which came as a shock to him), but they weren’t something he was used to. it takes time for him to grow into them

since you used pet names so much, on the other hand, saburo much preferred to simply call you by your own name rather than use his own nicknames

it was still much too embarrassing for him to call you by pet names, finding himself unable to even bring himself to say such cheesy names, especially if you guys weren’t alone

over time, however, as he gets more situated and comfortable in the relationship, i think that saburo would try to call you pet names, but only when he was alone with you

and it’d be so out of the blue too, catching you by surprise as he just so casually drops it when he’s asking you a question, though if you ask him to repeat it, saburo pretends as if he didn’t say anything

you very much still heard it crystal clear, however, and you can’t help but smile at it. your boyfriend was a bit adorable

Dice

oh man, he absolutely adored your pet names for him, even if they were admittedly somewhat obscure or made no sense. he didn’t really mind what you called him as long as it was sincere and loving

like yes! darling! he was your darling!! that’s him!

honestly, his face lit up so much each and every time you called him such cute pet names. darling, love, babe. they all were so so good! he couldn’t describe how happy he felt to have his lovely s/o practically call him such cute terms

dice was all about pet names i believe. sure, it was something small and casual, usually being glossed over in conversation, but there was something about pet names and the intimacy behind them that dice loved

it just felt right to be called ‘love’ or ‘darling’ by the person he loved most, y’know?

always loves it whenever you come up with new pet names to call him, as obscure as some of them may have sounded. in his mind, they only meant more since they were so strange that you wouldn’t call anyone else but him that. the obscure ones were his favorite

and just as you’re always calling dice by cute pet names, he’s doing the same exact thing to you. i do think it becomes a bit of a habit for him to call you pet names, kinda like second nature from how often he uses them

his absolute favorite thing to call you was his lucky charm (i will die on this hill) because dice likes to believe that you bring him immense luck in pretty much everything. you were his s/o after all, so it only made sense in his mind

i think the two of you just have a bunch of pet names or nicknames that are special to your guys’ relationship only. you guys are always making up new ones for one another

to outsiders, they simply were so weird and perhaps somewhat questionable, but to you guys, they were quite fun and endearing (maybe you two even try to one-up the other for the most creative and adorable pet name)

the both of you use pet names so often that when you just call him ‘dice,’ he immediately assumes that he was in trouble or that you had something serious to tell him, even when you reassure that you just wanted to say his name

he simply preferred that you called him pet names over his real name any day. they were much more intimate after all, and dice loved how endearing they sounded

Jyushi

cutie, love, darling. each time you called him by such a lovely pet name, it’d be the only thing on jyushi’s mind for a while afterwards. it was simply amazing how a single word could make him so red and flustered

jyushi wasn’t too used to affection or terms of endearment. he’s never really had anyone call him by a pet name or even an intimate nickname before, so hearing you, the person he loved so much, call him such was definitely heart-fluttering

he liked this feeling, liked it a lot actually. the way his heart skipped a beat and could hear its rhythmic thumping in his ears, the way the blood rushed to his face, the way your voice resounded in his mind. it all felt so good. it felt nice to feel so loved

even if you called him darling so casually, dropping it in conversation without much of a second thought, your pet names meant a lot to him. he always caught on to them each time and could never help the way he smiled at it

he was your darling, your cutie, your love!! that was quite nice. jyushi felt happy to have found someone that truly did love him in such a way and openly showed it. admittedly, it did help him feel much better about himself in general

but your pet names also made jyushi feel a bit shy and embarrassed, especially if you called him such around others

pet names were such personal and intimate terms of endearment, something only between partners. so to hear you call him pet names in front of others, especially his teammates or bandmates, well, jyushi couldn’t help but flush and be embarrassed

in a way, he did love it, almost as if you were proud to have him as an s/o and wanted others to know that you guys were a thing. on the other hand, jyushi simply couldn’t handle the attention or the way he could see them laugh a bit, especially if it was such a novel pet name

i think he’d ask if you could only keep it a thing between the two of you whenever you guys were alone since jyushi simply couldn’t handle it in public. besides the above reasons, it was also a bit much on him

as much as he loved your pet names, jyushi simply couldn’t bring himself to call you such cute names, well, in the beginning of the relationship at least

sure, he was a bit quick to latch on to anyone that showed him the slightest hint of love and attention or even care, but calling you something so intimate was something else entirely

jyushi does try, however, and as he got more comfortable with you and in the relationship, it becomes much easier for him to call you by such loving terms

actually, i think he might begin to prefer pet names over your guys’ actual names later on. they were something so small and simple yet carried a lot of meaning behind them. plus, he liked hearing you call him cute names instead

definitely calls you some over-the-top pet names given his visual kei persona or something cute like love or beau. but they were all beautiful in a sense and perhaps struck a chord within you

they sounded so lovely and since they came from jyushi, the man you loved, you couldn’t help but be fond of them

[reluctant-mandalore]

Clarity (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

Chapter One: The Herbalist

Living on a desert planet as a herbalist had its downsides, and it definitely was not the easiest life to live. It was the only one you had ever known though, and even if you had wished for a better one, you knew that it would never come.

 This all changes of course when a Mandalorian comes to your town looking for a quarry with a high price on their head. 

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Warnings: slow burn, kidnapping/hostage, herbalist!reader, I’m not sure what to tag for this chap tbh. 

Word Count: 4829

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader

a/n: This chapter gives a lot of background to the reader’s life on their home planet. You’re a herbalist, trying to survive on your desert like planet, when Din comes and pretty much kidnaps you though at this moment you don’t know why. Other than the introduction to reader’s background and life as a herbalist, there is no other descriptions of the reader themselves. The rest is up to you. This is mostly a set up chapter. Also, I tried to give Tarth an accent(?), but I’m not very good with writing things like that yet. :/

The days on your home planet were long and overbearing. Its sun had hung high and large within the vast sky. Allowing for its viscous rays to warm everything they had touched. Even during the night—when the sun had laid to rest and the stars had begun to peek awake—the blistering heat was still unfazed. Nothing could escape the sun’s wraith it seemed.

Not even you.

Walking through its vast dunes after your morning herb scavenging, had only made it apparent to you of how dry and practically lifeless the land had appeared. The sea of sand being one of the only things you could lay your sights on for many miles on end.

Oftentimes you felt as if you were traveling through a smoldering graveyard. This thought only being amplified when you had come across some bones peeking out from the loose grains below your feet. A find which had always made you shudder. You knew one day that could be you lying among the dunes—left only as a reminder of how deadly the desert could be.

This was why you had usually tried to leave in the early morning for your daily gathering. Today you had regrettable slept in though, and had ended up leaving later than usual. It had still been morning when you had left of course, but with how much you needed to gather, it had also meant that you were returning closer to the afternoon time. Now you were simply suffering the consequences of your morning self’s actions.

Rather than wallow in your own self-pity though, you had decided to focus on that task at hand. Besides—the image of the large gate belonging to your city was beginning to come closer and closer the more you had walked. So with this in mind—combined with your refusal to succumb to the cruelty of your homeworld and your own stupidity—you had pressed on.

Finally entering into the city walls had brought some much needed relief to your mind, and you had found your steps beginning to slow the further you went into its streets. While making your way to the market, you had shifted through the content of your basket. Soon finding yourself quite pleased with the plentiful of goods you had managed to find this morning. Hopefully, you would be able to get a good handful of credits from selling—especially with how busy the city seemed to be today.

Despite your home planet’s reputation, the town you resided in was small and quite overpopulated. People from all kinds of backgrounds—the good and the bad—seemed to find themselves attracted to your town regardless of its surroundings. This had made it so that the streets were nearly always lined and flooded with a sea of people wandering around. Thus making it great for selling anything and everything you could get your hands on.

Most of these folks were just visitors looking to refuel their ships, or buy any needed supplies they required. They were the pleasant ones usually. Leaving as quickly and quietly as they had arrived. Others though had of course come for some more unsavory and sinister reasons.

There was no lying about how dangerous a town like this one could be, especially when those with a tainted past had come looking for a hideaway. From simple smugglers to terrifying war criminals—all sort of vile folk had found themselves trying to turn your little town into their new sanctuary. It was these types of visitors who had made you happy to see the bounty hunters roaming about the streets.

The bounty hunters would usually appear out of the blue. Their arrival always quieter than anything you had ever seen. As they had found themselves searching for whichever criminal who had decided to hide out here within the city walls.

Many of your neighbours had seemed to take fright at the sight of a fierce bounty hunter lurking around the city, but you usually took joy at the prospect of them. The knowledge of—whether they meant to do it or not—them making your home just a little bit safer for the locals who dwelled here being usually a happy one for you personally.

Any improvement—no matter how small—was still improvement in your eyes and your town definitely needed that improvement.

While others had busied themselves with hunting down the scum of the Galaxy. Most of your own days had been spent in the market square at the center of town. There you would start off with selling any scrap metal or parts you had found in your morning gathering. Only then would you make your way to your usual table next to the local fruit and veggie stall. The owner of the stall—Tarth—would let you use one of his tables to set up whatever herbs or medicines you had managed to collect and produce.

Throughout the town, you were mostly known for selling herbs and medicine. You had picked up the practice from your late parents when young, and had continued it long after they had passed. All sorts of people would seek you out when a loved one was ill. As they had hoped you had something in your limited supply that could cure whichever sickness had overcome them.

Though at times it was hard, you did your best to help everyone you could. You knew how painful the death of someone you cared for could be. However, there were always those cases where you had nothing to give. Sometimes your supply was just too low, or the needed herb was just not in stock. That was just how life was you supposed—especially out here of all places.  

Medical herbs were hard to come by in the wasteland, as plant life was hard to find within its hills of rolling sand. They were there though, and you considered yourself quite the herb finding expert at this point. You had to be after all. Otherwise you probably wouldn’t have survived as long as you had.

Every morning—with the sun just barely rising over the horizon—you would leave the comfort of your home and search the desolate landscape. Trying to scourge up whatever little plant life you could. There were some days where you returned with nothing but sand filled shoes and empty pockets, while others contained plentiful finds.

Today of course had been one of the latter, which was most likely due to the blissful rain your area had experienced the few previous nights. So when approaching the market you couldn’t help but grin at the prospect of having a good day of sales. Though you had quickly found that smile dropping at the worried chatter which filled the streets around you.

Gossip and rumours were quite normal in a town such as yours. There always seemed to be something new going on with its wall. Although usually you had found yourself trying to ignore the chatter. As you most of the time you didn’t see the need to listen to such things. Today’s information had piqued your interest though, as the people around you had discussed the arrival of a stranger in your hometown.

This stranger being that of a Mandalorian.

According to them, he had been spotted lurking through the streets late last night. He was most likely looking for someone too. A bounty to be more specific. Something which hadn’t surprised you in the slightest with the reputation of the town, and with what little knowledge you had of the famed warriors.

When finally reaching the market, you had smiled at the sight of Tarth at his stall, and had given him a little wave when your eyes met his own. Tarth had been a business friend of your parents from when they were both alive and selling their own products. After their passing, him and his wife had taken to keeping an eye on you as best as they could, all while also having five children of their own to raise no less. They were kind to you, and though not able to exactly raise you themselves, they helped you as much as they were able.

So when you had wanted to start selling your own herbs and medicine—but couldn’t afford your own stall—Tarth had offered you to use one of the tables set up at his. You had accepted graciously and swore to pay him back one day. Although he had always insisted there was no need for such a thing. You’d pay him back anyway of course—it was the least you could do for everything he and his wife had done to help you after all.

After having walked around a bit—selling off what you could and buying some much needed supplies—you had made your way back to Tarth’s stand. When you had arrived, he smiled at you, and his eyes had crinkled at their corners with the wide stretch of his grin. His free hand soon had soon patted the empty table where you would set up products, before he had returned to talking with his current customer.

Shortly after you had set up for the rest of the day, the market had become overcrowded with people. You had very quickly found yourself selling just as you did any other day. Helping people with whatever you could offer them. Only letting out a small breath of relief when the rush had begun to die down a little. It would probably pick up soon, but you relaxed into the brief break you could take anyway.

“You were late, ya know?” Tarth’s sudden voice next to you had made you jump from surprise, though the chuckle you had heard from him had made you relax again.

“I know… I’m sorry Tarth.” You had replied to him with a shy smile. “I got a late start to the day, so my gathering was later than usual.”

“Figured as much.” He had let out a small grumble. His small frown not hiding the worry he felt from you as he spoke. “Next time come to our place, myself or one of the kids will go with ya, so yer not alone.”

“Oh no that’s not necessary.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me?” He had scuffed cutting you off with a shake of his head. His hands motioning to you in a dramatic manner as he continued. “Look at ya! It's like you crawled out of a sandpit.”

You had looked down at yourself then. True to his words you were quite a mess. Patches of sand and dirt had littered your clothes. It was a poor sight to be sure, but it was one you and the other folks had come far to used to.

“Tarth I’m fine! Nothing I’m not used to by now.”

He had let out a displeased hum at your words. His gaze shifting from yours to look out across the market square again, as a heavy sigh had left him. “I know but… Ah nevermind. There’s extra water and some food in my pack if ya need any. Alema made sure to pack some for ya.”

“Thanks Tarth.” You had said, as you had decided to take him up on his offer and had gone to drink some of the blissful liquid he had brought for you. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“Heh, don’t mention it kid.”

The afternoon had been busy, as the market square had become overcrowded with people again all too quickly. You weren’t complaining of course. The business and the large amount of visitors had only meant good sales for you after all. Other than your earlier morning mishap, the day had been going fine anyway. Though your good mood had dwindled far too fast for your liking at the appearance of a new guest within the market.

When helping a woman with her purchase of some medicine, the bright glinting of metal in the sunlight had caught your eye. The glimmer had caused for you to glance throughout the market square for its source, and by doing so you had found your gazed suddenly locked with that of a helmet’s vizor. The vizor of a Mandalorian to be more exact.

For a long moment you had stood there frozen in place. Your eyes had been effectively locked with his own steady gaze, and an unexpected shudder of fear had blossomed in your gut at the sight of him. The breath you had held in your throat had burned, as you had almost forgotten to breathe with how loud your heart thundered within its cavity. While before you had welcomed the idea of a Mandalorian into your town, actually setting your sights on him was another story all together. He was awe-striking, but at the same time, he was also terrifying.

So the rumors had turned out to be true. There was in fact a Mandalorian stalking through your little town, and he was staring right at you. Unrelentingly no less.

The two of you had stared at each other for what felt like an entirety—though really it was more likely just a few minutes—as neither of you gazes had faltered away. His own stare had been intense and almost deathly. There was no emotion to be felt from him. Although, that helmet he wore did a fine job at hiding any expression he could ever process anyway. As it had left him only as an emotionless slate to strike fear into all those who dared a peek. If anything, the helmet only added to his dangerous allure. The atmosphere surrounding him becoming more suffocating than that of the sun’s heat.

“Do you all just see him too?” One nearby merchant had said—a middle aged woman who you recognized as the one who you had sold some scrap metal too earlier—a look of fear and worry in her murky eyes.

“Yes! He must have a bounty on someone here.” Another had replied—the man from the jewelry stall—his mouth in a thin line as he looked from his purchased fruits to the man in armor across the square. “I feel bad for whoever that person is.”

The lady who had just bought some medicine from you had looked over in shock too at the sight of the bounty hunter. Her eyes instantly becoming wide, as she clutched her child closer into her chest. “Oh that’s terrifying! I wonder who he could be after?”

“I don’t know or care. I just want him and that bounty of his gone. His presence is scaring everyone and chasing away customers.” Tarth had finally chimed in, ending his words with a huff, as he was clearly annoyed with the whole ordeal. He was right of course. The new appearance of the Mandalorian was in fact causing the crowd to dwindle away quite steadily. “You’d think he’d hurry it up. Bet ya he’s sweating up a storm in all that armor.”

Tarth’s last comment had made you let out a small laugh, and you had finally broken the eye contact you had held with the bounty hunter in question. Though the new found freedom of that action didn’t stop you from keeping a watch of him through the corner of your eyes for the rest of the day.

Even by the end of the day, he had hardly moved from the spot where you had first laid your sights on him. Instead he had remained firmly in place. His back still against the wall he leaned on and his arms crossed over his chestplate, as his gaze had never shifted away from your direction. A small drop of worry had told that he was in fact staring at you in particular, but you had tried to reassure yourself that couldn’t be true. After all—why would a Mandalorian be interested in you? You were just a simple herbalist.

Regardless of who, he was definitely watching someone, and you had pitied whoever it may be.

Eventually, you did breathe a sigh of relief when you had finally seen him move from his spot. Your gaze following his form and refusing to leave it, as he made his way out of the market square. Most of the other people were beginning to leave now as well, and many other vendors were also starting to pack for the night.

The sun had begun to set over the horizon by this point after all. Its sinking rays casting an orange glow across the wide sky. The stars had even started to peek out from beneath their blanket of daylight. Gleaming brighter and stronger as the sky had darkened. Night was quickly approaching clearly. Which meant that it was time for you and the other people of your town to be on your way home.

The city wasn’t safe at night—it wasn’t even considered safe during the day—and no one wanted to be caught out during the late hours. Those times were when the more those vile of folk liked to come out and play. Then of course, when adding the new arrival of the Mandalorian on top of that, everyone just knew they didn’t want to be caught outdoors tonight.  

“Welp, it’s that time of the day dear. Time to start heading back. Ya don’t wanna be out past dark.” Tarth had said to you as he slid the doors to his cart shut. The old wooden doors rattling as the lock had clicked into place. “Lots of bad folks have been out and about lately.”

You had hummed in agreement, and soon you had stood to stretch out your back, as it had begun to feel sore from the position you had sat in all day. Only then did you begin to pack up your leftover supplies—smiling over at the food seller as you did. “As if that Mandalorian didn’t make that evident enough.”

“Ugh. Don’t get me started on that!” He had grumbled with another irritated huff. His arms crossing as he looked out across the market square. His gaze quickly landing on the spot where the said bounty hunter had spent most of the day. His face had held a scowl. The wrinkles along it deepening and the frown he wore growing the longer he stared at it. “He was there nearly all afternoon! Probably scared off at least half of the customers today.”

Another little hum of agreement had left you in reply, though you found yourself more focused on organizing your stuff in the basket rather than the man's anger. “Let’s hope he gets whoever he’s after soon then.”

“Yup, yup.” He had said while scratching at the fine grey hairs on his chin, seemingly to ponder in thought for a moment. “The faster it happens, the better.

After you finished gathering up your things—placing your unsold items into the handwoven basket—you had slung your satchel over your shoulder. Turning to look at Tarth once more, you had intended on saying farewell, but had instead paused in confusion at the expression he wore.

“What?”

“I was thinking I should walk you home.” He had said. “I’d want someone to do the same for one of my own kids. It’s dangerous after all. 'specially with that Mandalorian and his bounty running about.”

“Don’t worry about me Tarth.” A small smile had appeared on your lips, replacing your confused expression with one of fondness. “I’ll be fine on my own—always have and always well.”

His frown had only deepened at your reply. His eyes filled with undeniably concern, as he crossed his arms again while staring you down. Tarth really did treat you as his own child at times. “Now listen here-”

“-Tarth I’ll be fine! Don’t worry about me.”

“Alema and I will always worry about ya.” He had sighed, though he had smiled wryly at you as his gaze had softened. “We worry about you just as if you were our own kid.”

“I know and you know how much I’ve appreciated all these years where you’ve both watched out for me.” Saying this, fond memories had begun to flood your mind of the two. Though soon and almost proudly, you had grinned at him. “I’m an adult now though, so don’t worry about me too much. I can handle myself now!”

He had only sighed bitterly at knowing he wasn’t going to win this fight. “If ya say you’ll be fine... then I guess I’ll just have to accept that. You’re more stubborn than my wife at times, ya know?”

“No arguments there!” A giggle left you at his reply and you gave one more smile to your friend, “See you tomorrow Tarth!”

“Yeah, yeah. Just get home safely, ya hear?”

A nod and a wave was your final reply to the older man before you had turned to start heading in the direction of your home. Now finding yourself happy to finally get back to get some well deserved rest—especially after the day you had suffered through.

The walk home that evening had started the same way it always had—with you humming a sweet tune to yourself and saying good night in passing to those of which you had known. Though the more you had traveled, the more you had found yourself with a feeling of unease suddenly growing inside of your mind.

It almost felt as if you were being watched or even followed while on your way home. This new feeling of nervousness refusing to leave no matter how hard you had tried to convince yourself of it otherwise. Soon finding yourself becoming more frightened at the sight of the slowly emptying streets with each step you took.

This had been where you had begun to ponder your different options for the moment. Taking the main streets—though more safer generally—usually took longer to travel. By the time you would return home, it would have already become way past dark. On the other hand, you could take the back alleys. Which admittedly had seemed appealing to you at the moment. They were like a shortcut of sorts, and if you took them, you’d end up returning home before either of the moons had even a chance to rest themselves within the night sky. Though of course, there was always that risk factor with them, as you could never be too sure of who would be lurking within their walls.

Maybe you should have let Tarth take you home.

The feeling of being followed had made you want to return quicker in the end though. So you had found yourself leaning towards the alleyways rather than the main streets. You figured they would be your best bet. What was the worst that could happen anyway? You may not be the strongest person in the Galaxy, but you could handle yourself most of the time. Everything would be fine at the end of the day anyway.

That was what you had tried to tell yourself at least.

The alleys were dark and eerie, but had still felt oddly safe in a way. Even though with every corner the feeling that you were being followed had increased—you still felt fine and had even felt your mood pick up the closer you got to home. It wouldn’t be long now till you returned. Only one more abandoned street to travel along and you would be home. Nice and safe.  

Your fear had spiked again though at the glimpse of a large figure out of the corner of your eye. Dread had instantly consumed you at the sight of it, and you had felt your stomach become a flutter at the realization of it all being very real. Someone was in fact following you home. Who? You didn’t know— and honestly—you didn’t want to know.  

Thanks to your newfound fright, you had picked up your pace, now practically running as you went. The basket in yours had been pulled closer into your chest as you ran, and your breathing had increased dramatically with the panic you had felt. The end of the last alley was quickly approaching though—with every sinking step you took into the sand bringing you closer and closer to safety.

Home was only a few steps away, and a sigh of relief had left you at the sight of the light at the end of the alley. The main street was coming into view and you swore that you could even see your little house from here. Even the sound of what was left of the earlier crowd could still be heard as you approached. Their shadows passing by the entrance to the alleyway in which you had travelled. The sight of which making you feel so hopeful and reassured.

The safety of home was just within your grasp—so close and yet still so far—but you would be safe soon regardless of this fact.

Though unfortunately you would never reach your home.

Before you could even step out into the evening light—and just as your foot had made to exit into the main street—a hand had reached out from the darkness towards your form. It had grabbed you quickly. So fast in fact, that you hadn’t even realized what was happening until it was too late.

One arm had placed itself firmly around your midsection. While its twin had clamped over your mouth before a scream could even pass your lips. The basket of goods that were once held tightly in your hands had tumbled to the ground. Its contents spilling all over the sandy street below you and your attacker.

The person had instantly pulled you close into their hard chest. Their arms holding you tightly in their grasp like a cage that refused to budge. The grip around you had been unrelenting and overpowering. The strength behind it only making you panic more in your attempts to free yourself from them. Although such freedom would never come, as instead, you had only found yourself being dragged further into the alleyway.

They had captured you so easily, and it had honestly made you feel so unbelievably helpless.

It also didn’t seem to matter what you had tried to do to escape in the moment. The clawing at their arms had only made their unwanted embrace tighten around you, and digging your heels into the ground had been useless thanks to the loose sand beneath your feet. Then of course squirming around and kicking at the attackers own legs had done nothing but encourage the person to pull you into the darkened alley even quicker.

At one point you had even bit down into the hand over your mouth. The taste of leather and blaster residue flooding over your taste buds as you did. Though the only thing you had received in response to your retaliation was a grunt of disapproval. Their gloved fingers in return only digging more harshly into your skin, and refusing to allow you any more wiggle room in the slightest.

Whoever this was was much stronger than you could ever hope to be, and they clearly out skilled you in every aspect. It seemed like you weren’t going to be escaping from them so easily.  

The light at the end of the alleyway had dimmed with every step further into the darkness, and you had felt yourself cry at the sight of your safety fading away. The tears which had formed at the corner of your eyes rolling down them in thick trails. All while the fear and panic you had felt consumed you to your very core. Not even a scream could leave you thanks to the hand still clamped over your mouth. Its placement muffling any sound you had tried to make. No one had seemed to pick up on your predicament. Which meant no one would be coming to rescue you from this person taking you away.

When your attacker had felt like they had pulled you deep enough into the alley. Where the likelihood of anyone hearing or seeing you was at its smallest. They had shoved you roughly into the nearest wall. They had turned you to face them as they did. The sharp gesture making your back slam into the filthy stone behind you.

On instinct, your eyes had closed and your body had hunched into itself as if it was trying to protect you from any incoming blows. None had come though, and instead all you had felt was their body moving to pin you more firmly into place.

The wall had dug sharply into your back now, and you had winced as its sharp edges poked and pierced your delicate skin. A blaster had been roughly shoved into your chest by this point. The end pointed in the dead center of it and openly taunting you with taking your life. Allowing your eyes to finally open, you had felt your stomach drop at the sight of the now familiar visor staring deeply into your soul.

“I can bring you warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

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COLLEGE AU! || YUJI ITADORI + MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + NOBARA KUGISAKI + SATORU GOJO

Pairing: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, and Satoru Gojo | GN!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Note: I needed to write this. I had to. I couldn't stop thinking about this during dinner ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ also, lowkey, kinda wanna write a short fic about a college!au Satoru... because it's Satoru Gojo, hehehe. I hope you enjoy this!

Yuji Itadori is that one student who misses his lectures because he would sleep in or he would be trying to figure out a decent outfit to wear. Most of his assignments are late but he’d practically beg the professor of the class to give him a second chance in turning them in. He’ll attempt to study, but give him an hour, and he’ll be either asleep or playing video games to pass the time. Yuji makes a lot of friends, though, and he gets along with everyone in his small classes and makes a group of friends in larger ones. All in all, Yuji was not the best student, but he was willing to help out in any way if it was necessary, especially if it meant group projects. Sometimes, he’d encourage a study gathering and as the reward of a hard day’s work, it would be time to go out for dinner!

When Yuji found out you were in his class, he didn’t mind it, but both of you had to give a speech together about some mythology story in humanities class, and he was dreading it. However, you were a great and patient partner with him. Both of you rehearsed the PowerPoint lines very well, and after achieving a good grade, he offers to take you out on a date to celebrate. It did not take long for Yuji to grow feelings for you, and this led to him sitting next to you in lectures a lot, plus it also took him a lot of guts to ask you to study with him and help him prepare for the next exam. Eventually, he knows that he has to open up to you about how he feels, but he’ll just play around with the idea of these study dates just a bit longer.

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Megumi Fushiguro is the kind of college student that would make sure that he finishes all of his homework in time and does those usual all-nighters, but he doesn’t really talk to anyone and prefers to be alone most of the time. He is not the type to work in groups, only when the professor is assigning group projects. He studies alone with headphones on, but there would be times where he’ll procrastinate and whenever he does, he’ll get stressed out over the outcome of that. Overall, Megumi had a few friends, and he likes to be on his own, on his phone or tablet in-between breaks of classes, and he basically just dreads for the semester to be done and over with.

He is not a fan of working with lab partners, but out of all people, he was chosen to work with you by his professor. However, you were very open to working with him and offering to clean the majority of the glassware once the labs were completed. The reports weren’t fun, but you continue to communicate with him very well on the chemistry problems and the solutions both of you came up with. Megumi began to like you a lot, and every time you sat next to him in class, he would try to cover his face with the textbook or purposefully avoid eye contact with you. After the numerous study dates you had with him, Megumi knew deep down that he had to bring up how he felt about you, but these study dates were becoming enjoyable for him. Maybe the confession could wait a little while longer.

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Nobara Kugisaki will do most of her homework on time and she’ll participate in a lot of group projects, but she’ll always think about doing them on her own. She has a large pen collection and she tries to keep her notes somewhat decent, but she ends up spending too much of her money on pretty stationery and cute accessories for her backpack. She’ll listen to the professors if they’re really good-looking, otherwise, the boring and unattractive ones are going to leave her on her phone throughout the whole lectures. She has a pretty big friend group, but most of the time, she likes to spend her time buying new things instead of doing the assignments.

She didn’t expect to make new friends in psychology, since the class was so small, but you were the one that introduced yourself and the compliment that was sent her way on how you really liked the stickers on her notebook made her eyes lit up. Nobara asks you to study with her a lot since she has difficulty grasping the vocabulary well and you offer to help her every single time. Though, most of the time, it was an excuse to get closer to you. Her heart quickens its beat every time your fingers brush against hers on accident, and the gentle smile you send whenever you tell her that you love the new pens she got, she can only feel herself falling deeper.

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Satoru Gojo will definitely charm his way with a lot of the females in the classes. Surprisingly enough, he was one of the smarter students even though he never chooses to do the homework and either never do it or turns it in late. He’ll make a lot of people jealous since he won’t show up most of the time and yet he still manages to pass the class. He’ll participate in lectures, work hard in group projects, and give amazing and confident presentations, but he will use a lot of his free time to hang out with his friends on campus or chat up with some girls that he finds attraction to. He wasn’t the best student, and he’ll do the work if he absolutely had to (such as being in a group project), but he’ll still manage to pass the class somehow.

When you were stuck on your calculus problems, your professor asked Satoru to help you in getting a better grade in the class. At first, it struck you cold; there was no way that Satoru was actually good in the class, but it turns out that he really was the best out of everyone there. Oddly enough, Satoru was a great teacher, and he was attractive nonetheless. But with every cheer and giddy grin you’d get after getting a hard problem right made his heart flutter. These tutoring sessions were something he could get used to this. All because the sight of your lit-up eyes from you memorizing formulas just left him in awe. It didn’t take him long to have feelings for you, and all the girls he had charmed his way to had been blocked and out of his reach, and all that mattered to him was your smile every day.

[whosaskingwrites]

Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay," 

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze. 

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod. 

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.

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sparks - megumi fushiguro

megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

in spite of how much he loved you, he knew pushing you away would keep you safe.

lowercase intended! word count: 3800

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if it were any other day, he would’ve ignored you. he did it for your own wellbeing – or, at least he liked to tell himself that, - and he didn’t see any real problem with keeping you at arm’s length. with the lives you both lead, one of curses and bloodbaths with the safety of humanity resting on your shoulders, it was better this way. he could see you every day, still. he could see you and know in his heart that he felt this chain keeping you two together, he would never leave your side as long as he had a choice, he would never sever that tie and try to escape from your company. you were just there, just close enough that he could protect you and yet far enough away that the chain dangled, far enough away that he felt he could keep you in his life without ruining yours. it wasn’t that he believed he would treat you badly or that he would ever even try to harm you; it was that he thought that with him, you would be stuck, that chain would no longer be your connection, it would become a prison. you could never be free and spread your wings, become as great as he knew you had the potential to be, if you were tied down by the hindrance he perceived himself to be. he would only hold you back, because you cared too much... he cared too much too, so much so that it was better to keep you his friend and alive than keep you all to himself and risk losing you, losing it all.

he wanted to stay with you, but how could he?

he only dreamt of softly pressing his lips against your forehead, holding you close to his chest and telling you how deeply he cared, how he would never let anyone, or anything, hurt you and how he would love you for forever and the endless days that would follow.

“well it’s sweet that you remembered the recipe,” you stated, holding a rice ball as maki and inumaki continued to eat quietly. they evidently didn’t have much of an opinion on the recently deceased friend, itadori.

“sweet, but when did he even teach you this?” nobara added, quirking a brow at megumi, who until then had been spaced out, stoically sat as he remembered yuji, pondering your previous remark. it took everything in him to keep his smile to a polite and non-ecstatic one. still. even still, he couldn’t help the wistful tone that flickered in his voice when he replied.

“does it really matter? i cooked it and his recipe is still delicious, we’re just remembering him,” nobara rolled her eyes and kept her mouth set in a tight line for a while, not wanting to press the subject too hard. she knew how the blow of itadori’s death hit the three of them, especially megumi. he watched him die, an incident which she was falteringly grateful to have not been a part of.

megumi glanced back at you, who was now joining the tree kyoto sister school sorcerers in silently enjoying the food he’d served. something was oddly reassuring about watching you eat. it meant you were taking care of yourself, keeping yourself strong and healthy, keeping yourself alive. a calming warmness fell around him - knowing you were okay meant everything to him. 

a profound, guttural feeling of absolute adoration for you kept him anchored and as level-headed as he seemed to be. you were here, not risking your life fighting off roaming nightmares that crept out from under his bed, born from the trepidation of losing you to a monster he could not save you from. 

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you weren’t on a mission, and at last, there was no immediate cause for concern for a brief moment. you could all breathe, finally nobara could go and sightsee as she wished to, everyone could release the weight that had unknowingly tensed their shoulders and relax their fists for one afternoon. nobara wandered the streets of tokyo, watching them through her phone as she held it in awe, recording every building and photographing every inch of a market she found. meanwhile, you put some time away for megumi, you wanted to keep his head up and keep him thinking as positive as possible. he and itadori were good friends, from what you had gathered. he always seemed to only talk to you as much as he needed too, enough to not seem rude or like he wanted to escape you. as disheartening as it might’ve been, it didn’t stop you from being friends with everyone else. it wasn’t exactly by choice, if it wasn’t for them first approaching you it would definitely be a different story. 

“you want to go where?” megumi frowned, tentatively glancing out of the window as if he was checking that he wasn’t going insane, and it really was the middle of autumn. “it’s freezing...”

“i know that!” you stitched your brows together in back at him, insulted that he thought you were that incompetent. “it’s not like we’re going swimming! just for a walk...”

he quirked a brow, “you want to travel all the way to the beach, get on the train and everything, just for a walk?” at this point megumi knew how suspicious he was being. they’d been to the beach not too long ago, at this point his desire to be away from her was coming on a little too strong. his eyes briefly caught your features and for a moment his heart ached, the slight look of defeat gracing your expression sent his gut whirling. you nodded, deflated by his rejection. it stung in a different way to what you were used to with him. this impaled you straight to the core, why was he being so stand-offish? every chance he got he would turn you down, but you two would speak daily and seemed to be friends... it’s like he was only talking to you out of courtesy, not because he wanted to. 

maybe he was too polite for his own good, he couldn’t even be clear of his own feelings toward you. 

“meet me in the city,” he suddenly said, stopping her dead in her tracks. she whipped around to face him, a bewildered and unnaturally happy gleam to her eyes. but he was already walking away, down the hallway until he turned a corner and swiftly disappeared from sight. it was almost cool, and left you in awe, until his tousled black tendrils appeared once more, and his midsummer midnight eyes properly met yours for what might’ve been the first time ever. “specifically at sendai nights, the restaurant, uhm, please,” and with that, he was gone again.

for a moment you stood perfectly still, catching your breath at the moment that, for you, still hadn’t passed. he met your gaze. you saw him, and he saw you. had that ever happened before? he’s always looking at the ground, or at least anything that wasn’t you. he didn’t even do it when he shook your hand at your first meeting. perhaps it was just a him thing? but even so, he saw you.

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“thanks for meeting me,” you turned to see megumi approaching you from behind. he wasn’t in his jujutsu tech uniform, it was replaced with a loose jacket over a hoodie and shirt. he was still clad in black, though, so it wasn’t too shocking. what did seem unusual, however, was his lack of eye contact again. perhaps your encounter earlier that day was a fluke. the moment never left your mind though, recalling how you sank into those deep inky pools resembling the ocean at night in a manner of seconds. a fluttery, almost uncomfortable feeling hadn’t shifted since he’d left you in the hallway, standing statuesque as you tried to register everything that’d happened.

“technically i invited you out,” you remark, “you just changed the plan a little,” megumi’s breath formed a cloud in front of his face as a short laugh escaped him. he looked down at the sloping street he’d just climbed to meet you, and nodded in its direction. you followed him as he turned to return to the bottom of the hill and make your way to the train station. “but you’re welcome,”

something warm snaked between his arm and side, and megumi looked to find your arm linked with his, his hand in his pocket and yours gently holding his elbow. your tentative grip gave away your hesitance, if not how you were trying to keep your body as far away as possible while keeping your arms interlocked. his face softened, you didn’t need to do him any favours to try to make him feel comfortable. with you, he was at his calmest, he felt as if he could take one step upward and float through the air. almost like that one movie you loved so much, the one with the sorcerer who walked through the air with that girl. he didn’t really pay too much attention to the movie, his focus was on you and how happy you looked. he wished that you could stay like that forever. he could only wonder whether you could ever be that happy if you were with him.

“aha, sorry, i’m just cold,” you awkwardly chuckle, further loosening your grip on him. all of a sudden, before he could think about what he was doing, he’d clamped his elbow down on yours, firmly but tenderly pulling you into his side and into his warmth. his body heat immediately eased your shivering. 

“don’t apologise, y/n...” he began to say, keeping his eyes firmly on the street in front of him. with you so close his senses were heightened. this, the way you were, how close you were, sent him into a frenzy - every passer-by was suspicious and he couldn’t get rid of the thought that he never wanted to let you go.

reaching the station wasn’t long, in theory, but to two individuals silently walking arm in arm and barely breathing as to not disturb the peace, it took forever. standing on the platform with megumi positioned only a few feet away as you sat on the bench behind, both of you awaiting your train, the air was thick and icy. neither of you had spoken a word since he told you not to apologise, for a minute you wondered if he was secretly a cursed speech user. that idea soon faded as you watched him scouting out the train tracks and surrounding platform, his eyes on everyone else standing in close proximity except you. it was as if he was searching for something, someone, and that any sudden movements would send him flying in rage. with his eyebrows stitched together, a worrisome look ghosting his eyes, he looked quite beautiful, if you were being honest.

the train arrived after a while, and still neither of you spoke a word, you spoke in nods and slight hand gestures. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to just silently enjoy his company for a while, as usually the two of you would have the world on your shoulders and your lives on the line but now, you could just be together. which is all you both wanted, whether you were aware or not. 

“i’m sorry if i sounded demanding earlier,” the silence was broken, “it’s just me, aha,” his apology was met with silence, except the gentle rock and roar of the train moving from station to station, “but, i, really you don’t have to apologise, i don’t mind...”

“don’t mind because you want to link arms with me or don’t mind because you’re being polite?” you wondered. megumi’s face suddenly contorted in confusion. oh no, had you said it out loud? more questions arose as he shifted slightly closer to you on your shared seat, his arm lifted and coming toward your face. you closed your eyes, tight, thinking maybe when you opened them he would be in the same seat as before and not saying anything. 

the closer he loomed, the more your heart pounded. his hand reached the beanie you were wearing, and from it he retrieved a crispy fallen leaf, one that must’ve fallen onto you when you were making your way to the station. a brief and partly forced laugh left you as you tried to focus on the leaf he retrieved and not on how close he was to you, and how he was staring at the side of your face. to him, every curve of your side profile captured him, you were like an art piece in a gallery. he may have stared too long, as he noticed your somewhat sudden uncomfortable demeanour. 

“you know,” he said, almost in whisper, “i don’t want to make you feel that way, uncomfortable i mean, i just, it’s not my intention...” your face softens at his words, which he automatically mirrored, “i just, you’re nice to look at, is all...”

“for someone who hadn’t looked me in the eye until a few hours ago i find that hard to believe,” you found yourself speaking words without meaning to, though you found you weren’t embarrassed. you could say anything around megumi, that’s just how he made you feel. he did seem taken aback, though, until he laughed it off. little did you know it was only to keep the awkwardness at bay from such an upfront question.

he knew what his answer was. the rest of the journey to the beach, the two of you kept talking quite a bit, to both of your surprise, but not a single second passed that megumi didn’t drink everything in about you. as every second passed, his walls were lowering but it was as if you were already clambering over them at your own pace. he supposed you probably were intrigued by him. how could he fault you for that? he did keep himself a mystery from you, for your own safety.

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your train finally fell still at the station. just as the doors gave way to the fresh air of the coast so close by, megumi took your hand in his, a brave move on his behalf, and led you out and down the stairs to the street below. with your hand in his, you could feel how rough they were. intricate scars riddled his palm and fingers - despite them, his grasp was gentle and made your chest tight; you’d never felt safer in such damaged hands. 

he looked back to send you a reassuring look as he pulled you through the crowds of strangers, him being the only familiar face, his hands being the only ones you could trust. he looked at you then, his inky eyes piercing into yours. you couldn't help but think - you’d never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. under fluorescent street lights the two of you navigated your way to the coast, until finally you saw the horizon, the sun bathing the ocean waves and the sparse clouds in dappled sunlight.  you instinctively squeezed megumi’s hand in excitement; a quick glance down and megumi found your hands completely interlocked with no hopes of wiggling free. it was perfect. his eyes trailed up your arm until he met your mesmerised face gazing into the distance. his heart rapidly beat against his ribcage, every thought was slurred by the intoxicating idea of you, just holding and being near you was enough to send his mind racing. 

“oh my god,” you whispered, entranced by the exchange of light and glittering waves before you, an oil painting for a sky above you, it were as if you were trapped in a dream. your head turned, a wide and breathless smile gracing your lips, and for a second time you met megumi’s eyes. your smile faltered purely out of embarrassment, you were so unbelievably close and the distance only seemed to grow smaller by the second. 

the feeling was so strange; it stretched throughout your whole body. it was overwhelming, yet made you feel complete. it had no bound nor length nor depth; it was simply absolute. it felt as though you were engulfed in flames, yet you were completely safe at the same time. it felt as though someone has given you peace. it felt as though your heart was dancing around your chest; and a hole, you were never aware was there, had been filled. you felt so light, like you’re on top of the world yet your heart is constricting and it feels as if there’s no oxygen in your lungs.

your lips meet, your eyes close, and time stops. 

in the moment of the kiss you both were your purest and most vulnerable selves.

in your embrace the world stopped still on its axis. there was no time, no wind, no ocean crashing into the land. megumi’s mind was at peace. how could it be that he hadn't felt your love for what it was before? pure. unselfish. undemanding. free. now, he felt it all crashing down on him like a ton of bricks. it was gentle and heavy all at once, almost as if you were releasing it all at once. he felt your body press in, soft and warm. ths was the love he'd waited for, prayed for. he inwardly thanked whatever force had brought you together and hugged all the tighter. 

breathless once more, you pulled back finally, “oh my god,” you whispered, again. the two of you laughed, never letting the other go from the embrace you’d found yourself in. megumi made eye contact, and your heart ached, that wasn’t going to lose its effect any time soon. he gently stroked your cheek, his thumb caressing it with a touch like a butterflies wing. he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself, you were both entangled and the closest you’d ever been. 

“what happened to keeping you safe?” he wondered, helpless to the urge to kiss you again and again until he couldn't anymore. looking at you then, everything was clearer than it had ever been before, it all took on a newfound clarity, as if he’d been watching the world through a smoke screen until that moment. what’s different? what’s changed and left him completely unable to keep his feelings at bay any longer? every question he asked himself only caused more to arise. until finally you snapped him out of his thoughts, pressing forward and tenderly grazed your lips against his cheek, and it was as if you knew how he was feeling; like you could hear every question flowing through his mind. somehow, you could feel his whole being twist with the sudden mind numbing fear that he may have just ruined everything. 

“y/n…” he started, eyes tracing your wistful face. everything about you seemed to have changed. “i.., i thought that by pushing you away i was keeping you safe… we, we fight curses everyday together, risk our lives, and look what happened to itadori! i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you the same way,” by then the two of you had separated, you were walking toward the shoreline. he looked back to see you intensely staring at the ground, as he tried to push out the thought that perhaps you were laughing at him and were trying to hide it. “but i’ve realised, i, uh… i’ve realised that maybe i don’t have to,” you whip your head up to look at him, he’s still looking at you and he’s waiting for you to catch up. even in the most insignificant ways, he was always there for you - he wouldn’t go anywhere without you anymore. he wouldn't - no, he couldn't. he needed you by his side.

“what do you mean?” you ask quietly, now strolling down the shore, hesitating but longing to hold his hand. megumi stared out ahead of him, not quite sure if he really was brave enough to look you in the eyes when he said it. if he could fight and exorcise curses, he could look someone in the eye and tell them how he really felt. 

“i want to keep you safe and protect you no matter what,” he stated, “and i don’t want to do it from afar anymore…” he stopped in the sand, his body tensed and mouth dry, and offered out his hand in spite of how clammy he could feel it getting. your eyes didn’t leave his for a second as your fingers brushed gently over his palm, until they tangled with his and the two of you tightly bound yourselves to one another. it felt right. “i want… i want to be by your side, for as long as you’ll have me…”

“everyday is the same… i see you and i keep falling in love with you, each time is harder than the last. every time the feeling gets deeper, more profound. there isn't a thing i wouldn't do to keep you safe. ” his gaze is now set on the horizon, the sun nestled behind the waves. you haven’t spoken yet, or even moved since he started speaking. now, he was well and truly petrified of facing you. 

“but what about you?” your voice tears his focus from the ocean. there you were again being selfless. he questioned what you meant, but his thought was interrupted by your voice cutting through the air once more. “what about you? you’re talking about keeping me safe but what about you and your safety? i care about your safety too, it’s not just you…” 

had he been unintentionally selfish? he hadn’t even considered how you might’ve felt about his well-being. he was so dizzy with his love for you that he had only thought about whether or not you would reciprocate his feelings. “i, i didn’t think about that…” he admitted, now somewhat ashamed. your shoulders dropped, of course he didn’t. he worried too much about you to focus on himself. 

“i know… but, i mean,” you clutch his hand reassuringly, which seemed to startle him, “if you really do plan on staying with me forever, then i suppose i can worry about you, if you won't worry about yourself.” the corners of your lips turn upwards, and he sighs with intense relief. everything about him unbound itself and relaxed completely in your clasp. your free hand chose to roam his ivory cheekbones and into his navy curls. he smiled crookedly at you, with eyes that were somewhat glossy, but he withheld the urge to cry quite well; instead opting to kiss you once more.

[muwur]

could i request an -oikawa-kuroo-suga- headcanons for a partner with autism/adhd? (autism and adhd in girls can be like, real hard to write if you dont have it or know someone who does so its 100% okay to say no wididnejfufhejrr) especially with like, being embarrassed about stimming in front of them or dealing with rejection sensitive dysphoria as a symptom 😗👉👈 thank yooooooooooou i owe u my liyef

haikyuu + s/o with autism/adhd headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for oikawa, kuroo, suga & tendou

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.3k words

a/n: i got u b! this is wut im here for, to help u feel a lil represented 😌 also ik u a special fren of mine so hehe here u go (happy birthday soon btw c; ily i hope you enjoy pls feel free to lmk if there’s smth youd like me to change ♡)! aLsO pLEASePLEAseplEASe anyone let me know if there is something I wrote in this that doesn’t sit well with you. as someone who does not have autism/adhd or has had much experience around people who do, i cannot portray it accurately. i do not intend to misrepresent anyone’s experiences. i love and care for you all; the last thing i want to do is hurt or offend anyone. thankfully anon + the internet were great sources for me to try to understand things better. tho that is not to say i can fully comprehend these conditions (cuz i never can unless i experience it myself)

n e ways, u r all loveli n i hope ur having an amazing day <3

just wanna preface that these bois would love anyone for who they are, and would do their best to support you in whatever ways possible <3

oikawa

✧ oikawa had been replying consistently to your messages before suddenly disappearing with no explanation,,,

✧ at first it seemed like nothing, but after several hours and follow up texts from yourself, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he just didn’t want to reply to you

✧ maybe he didn’t even like you anymore

✧ fear that every moment you shared together meant nothing settled in the pit of your stomach

✧ a while later you received a phone call from a very apologetic oikawa, who was explaining that he dropped his phone in the bowl of ramen he was eating and had to go to the store and wait for hours before finally getting a new one and--

✧ “a-are you crying? hey, what’s wrong? i’m sorry i was gone for so long. i’m here now.”

✧ will definitely come over immediately to give you reassuring cuddles

✧ “you mean the world to me. i never want to hurt you, and i never want to leave you, either.”

✧ makes sure to communicate very clearly with you to reassure you what he really means

✧ always reminding you how much he cares about you to reinforce in your head that he’s always going to be there for you

✧ does self-care days with you to destress because life is tough (*cue selfies with face masks and laying in bed for hours with each other’s comforting presence*)

✧ very quick to defend and protect you from people who hurt you. will ask, “excuse me, can i help you?” with a piercing glare that’ll get anyone to back down

✧ gives you constant reassurance about your stimming

✧ helps you interpret social cues and situations, gives you tips on how to handle your interactions with others and in under circumstances (as well as how to remain calm in your own mind)

✧ practices positive self-talk with you because he wants to help you see how great you are

✧ anyone who doesn’t see it is at a loss and is irrelevant, they don’t exist in oikawa’s book 💅

kuroo

✧ always educating himself so he knows how to be helpful

✧ unintentionally embarrassed you once by asking what you were doing when he caught you stimming once (which was when he found out about it)

✧ he was genuinely curious and meant no harm, and he apologized for bringing it up how he did

✧ however, he was glad he asked you so that he could be informed and reassure you that stimming is okay. he understands the importance of it and he’d prefer you have something to help you self-soothe. no judgment here, this is a safe space

✧ takes mental notes on all your favorite stims (verbal, visual, tactile, oral, proprioception, etc)

✧ even discovers new stims for you to try and buys you things to help with them (“here, this is a fidget spinner, y/n” or “you know they make CHEWABLE JEWLERY? they call it CHEWELRY. that’s genius. *typing on phone* what colors do you like, babe?” )

✧ encourages you to talk about your feelings and find additional coping strategies (“let’s try this neat breathing technique i learned about today!”)

✧ saves you from overwhelming situations (ie. pulling you out of a crowd, shutting down really noisy things, giving you space to clear your head and breathe)

✧ ruffles your hair as a sign of affection and calls you cute nicknames

✧ helps you study, make plans, and stay organized. tries to keep things interesting and interactive so you don’t lose interest/find it boring

✧ when you’re having an especially hard time focusing, he’ll pull you aside for a relaxing break like talking a small walk, watching an episode of y’alls favorite show, sharing a snack, playing a game, looking at memes or tik tok, chatting, etc

✧ makes sure to validate your feelings first and acknowledge your concerns before giving you his thoughts

✧ helps you view situations from a different perspective so you don’t assume rejection from others. when there is some form of rejection, he’s there to help you cope with the emotions 

✧ gives you a lot of hugs when you’re feeling dejected and lonely, reminding you he’ll never leave your side 

sugawara

✧ he’s quite perceptive, so when he noticed your unease, he asked you about it

✧ embarrassed but not wanting to lie, especially to suga, you admitted to being afraid of stimming around him and that you had been trying to hold back from it (even if it was hard)

✧ his eyes immediately soften as he tells you that there’s no reason to be embarrassed about it

✧ he just wants you to be yourself and feel comfortable

✧ learns about all of your stims. totally supports and normalizes them (however, if they’re ever self-injurous, he’ll do research and consult expert help to redirect the behavior)

✧ will absolutely take good care of you, he’s not sugamama for no reason

✧ a great listener! always hearing you out when you talk about your passions and interests

✧ wants you to express yourself however you can because he understands communication may not always be easy (reminder that communication and expression aren’t always verbal!)

✧ praises you and hypes you up all the time, going on about how there’s so much about you he loves

✧ has the most soothing voice ever. will whisper you sweet, reassuring words to calm and ease your mind

✧ will even just hum for you. lit rally anything. the suga juke box varies from lullabies to funky fresh songs

✧ very patient and will support you when you feel upset, frustrated, and/or have outbursts

✧ encourages you to talk about your feelings, but never pressures you. shares his own thoughts and feelings to help you open up, asks you thoughtful questions

✧ may be ultimate soft boi but gives anyone the look™ if they even just stare, and goes feral if someone’s ever rude to you in any way, calls them tf out and is #satisfied when he gets them to apologize

✧ also helps you study and be organized! good at creating schedules and encouraging you to stick with them

✧ constantly making sure you eat sufficient meals 😋 and get enough rest 😴 will nag you until you do

tendou

✧ MORE THAN HAPPY TO PROVIDE ALL THE STIMULATION YOU NEED, says it’s an opportunity to give each other mutual attention and bond

✧ but will also provide you an outlet for just relaxing and unwinding

✧ will talk to you for hours and hours about your favorite shows/movies/books

✧ BINGES THEM WITH YOU

✧ always treating you to your favorite snacks/flavors and discovering new things for you to try that will match your taste/texture preferences (only the best for u 😌)

✧ curious about how stims make you feel and asks you to describe those sensations to him  

✧ thinks it’s super cool when you can finish his sentences for him,,, cuz it’s like y’all on the same wavelength (you gellll)

✧ if anyone made you feel bad,,, o boy

✧ tendou would intimidate them to the point he would probably appear in their nightmares ffegjegk this is why you don’t fuck with this man or those who cares about 

✧ king of spontaneity and asks if you’re down to do the most random things

✧ “let’s buy a trampoline”

✧ *2 am* “you down for some fries and dip? and by dip i mean m i l k s h a k e s”

✧ of course he’ll never suggest things he knows you would be uncomfortable with. never puts you in a stressful situation and always makes sure you’re enjoying yourself

✧ invites you everywhere and makes sure you feel included. always by your side!

✧ squeezes your hand whenever he can tell you’re feeling anxious

✧ if you feel anxious about trying new things, he’s there to encourage you! recounts all the positive aspects 

✧ but if you’re really excited to try something, you bet he’ll match your excitement

✧ a very good listener. empathizes a lot with being misunderstood or seen as “different,” and is therefore a major source of comfort

✧ constantly showing you how to be yourself and that you shouldn’t feel ashamed about it, cuz that’s who he fell in love with

[loyally-unfaithful]

—; hey, i don’t need any love or future , (2)

word count: 1.7k

pairing: sky high | keith goodman/gn!reader

genre: angst, hurt-no-comfort

summary: even if it meant that he spent more time away from you, than with  you—for the safety of everyone living in this city, including you, he will keep going. if it were to protect everyone here, if it were to protect you, he will keep going. for your smile, for your laughter, his sun.

if it were for your happiness, he will keep going.  

a/n: i was drunk for like half of this fic and sober for the other half , i am so sorry that i write the way i do  dklfjaskl

anyway, here's some fluff

when keith first started out, he thought his job would be to maintain peace and serve justice. justice, an ideal spoken and dreamt of with hope in his earnest voice. puzzlingly, justice and what it entailed wasn’t universal. the definition of justice was muddled and its true meaning is up to each individual. who's to say his was better than another’s? that he was more correct than others? which brand of justice did he appeal to? diverse axioms and principles that appealed to an even more diverse demographic. he sees himself aligning more towards tiger’s and vehemently disagreeing with those of lunatic’s. but sometimes, when nights were cold and the light seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer, when silence was suffocating, it was easy to feel uncertain. easy to lose hope and feel as if everything he had done was all for nought. the best the hero can do is to do what he believes is the right thing to do. the only thing he can do is to do what he believes is the right thing to do, and hope that he has helped someone along the way. the most keith can do is stay true to his own ideals and hope that somewhere along the way he has saved someone.

when nights were cold and the light seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer, you would be there to wash the darkness away with your brilliance and reintroduce warmth to his world once more. when silence was suffocating, you would be there to reassure him and lift him up, your soft touch grounding him as love was tenderly reflected in your eyes. you would be there to comfort him and assure the blond that his presence alone already made the world a better place; how his efforts, his bravery, his selflessness, will always pay off, how the countless amount of lives that he has saved will only keep growing. you had said that with a patient smile, a smile that he held dear.

« if nothing else, you saved me. »

you added in a whisper, a confession only he was privy to, eyes dropping momentarily, weighed by something like regret. he remembers wistfully wondering about what ran through your mind, what thought weighed so heavily on your conscience, wishing he could rid of it. the blond’s heart tightened at your display of vulnerability and he reached out to wipe the sadness from your eyes, but you quickly lifted your gaze—shame having been replaced by your renewed spirit, seemingly unbothered by whatever thought had plagued you—to meet the deep azure that was his eyes. gently, so carefully, you took his hand in yours and pressed a small kiss on his palm and he relishes in the pleasant warmth you left on his skin. intertwining your fingers with his, you thanked him for his kindness, his compassion, his everything. gratitude evident in your voice, you donned a bright smile.

he loved you. your words, your actions, your voice. he committed them to memory, and whenever uncertainty struck the hero would take a moment to imagine what you’d tell him if you were there with him. he wonders how your smile always managed to take his breath away, how it dissolved all his worries away. how you can erase all his doubts and help him find his drive to keep going when things are difficult.

no, it’s not easy being a hero. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

no it’s not easy, and the longer he stays a hero, the more he realises that the choices he has to make were never easy in the first place. the sacrifices he has to make required him to separate himself from his wants and his individuality. it has never been easy, and it never will. but the self-sacrificing hero needed to remind himself that everything was for the betterment of the majority. if it were to save others, he will willingly throw away any personal desires. he will willingly shun off his wants and wishes.

despite everything, the hardships and sacrifices included, the blond doesn't ever regret being a hero and would never trade it for anything else, wearing his role with pride. it was worth the struggle and the toil. it meant that he could protect those he held dear: the people of sternbild, and now you.

most importantly, he can protect you.

therefore, for the safety of everyone living in this city, including you, he will keep going. if it were to protect everyone here, if it were to protect you, he will keep going. for your smile, for your laughter, his sun. if it were for your happiness, he will keep going.

even if it meant being apart from you, even when he didn’t want to, even if every part of him would rather stay by your side and remain in your warm embrace. even if it meant that he spent more time away from you, than with you. even if it meant that the blond would, more often than not, slip inside his flat at odd hours of the night, after you and john had retreated to the bedroom and gone to sleep, and be greeted by the cold and empty darkness rather than john’s enthusiastic lick attack or your kind welcome and even kinder gaze, he will keep going. because it meant that dawn brought along your loving smile as your eyes fell on him, resting besides you where the bed had been empty the previous night. because it meant that he got to be a part of your morning routine and greet the new day with you. because it meant he would be able to appreciate these little precious moments, like waking up with you in his arms or seeing your gentle smile as his kisses roused you from your sleep, for yet another day.

unsurprisingly, this night had not been unlike any other night: like clockwork, automatic as if following a script, hesitantly, he parted from you. reluctantly, he let go of your hand and unwrapped his arms from you. half-heartedly, he left you. every part of his being wanted to stay by your side, but the blond continued through the set and gathered his equipment. with a heavy heart and a much slower pace than he would’ve preferred, he got dressed and prepared to leave for his evening patrols.

stepping out into the balcony, he smiled absentmindedly when he saw that you were waiting for him, much like any other nights. just like routine dictated, you went over to meet him halfway and embraced him for the final time, and despite the awkward hug due to his jetpack, he cherished the contact all the same.

« you sure you can’t stay tonight? you asked softly, already knowing the answer. »

you’ve played this role many times before, but disappointment manages to find their way into your eyes. he knows that you understand, but it does not stop him from feeling bad. this scene has been repeated many times, moreso out of habit than the expectation that he’d stay for the night, but something about the way you spoke tonight felt like you genuinely wished he stayed back this time.

« you know that i can’t… he knows his lines well and pronounces them so. – i... i know. be careful out there ok? looping your arms around his neck, you leaned over to close the gap between the two of you. you tilted your head, softly, so carefully, and bade him farewell in the form of a chaste kiss, and he happily returned the affectionate gesture.

i’d rather keep my boyfriend in one piece. you had joked as you separated from each other. »

caressing your cheek, he chuckled along with you and you leaned into his touch.

the two of you may have stayed in each other’s arms much longer than intended—unable to stay too far apart from each other for too long, not quite able to let each go yet. somehow, one way or another, your lips would find their way back on his. you’d leave quick pecks on his lips, but never fully committed to letting go, and instead returned back to him. all the while, he would pepper your skin with kisses of his own. it was a back and forth, a stichomythia with no conclusion in its horizon.

however at some point he managed to pull away from you and made his way over to the railing. you whined as he moved away, but he knew you understood. you always did. he wondered what he did to meet someone so obliging, so understanding. perching on the balustrade, he thought for a moment as he prepared to take off. pensively, he thanked the stars twinkling in the skies above for being able to meet you. before putting on his helmet, he turned to face you with a radiant smile, a radiant smile that found itself on your face too: « i promise i’ll be safe. i promise. he breathed out. i’ll be back before you know it. »

and with that, the hero slipped his helmet on and disappeared in the night.

with a placid smile, you continue to gaze at the spot where he stood. without your knowing, a soft sigh escaped you, and your mind drifted back to the man who captured your heart. closing your eyes, you realise that your heart has been beating rather loudly. it beat for him. his dedication was simply admirable, and he was so painfully earnest that it was adorable. the way his voice mellowed when he spoke to you made your heart flutter. his soft locks swayed gently with the wind; oh, how you wished to run your fingers through it. the stars twinkled brilliantly, dancing in his eyes. the heavens above were reflected in his gaze, and the light gave it an ethereal quality. like meeting an angel in person. an angel who regarded you with so much fondness. you chuckled to yourself: you didn’t deserve him. it’s only been a few moments since he’s left, but you’ve already found yourself missing his warmth—literally and figuratively. cold bit at your bare skin, and you wrapped your arms around yourself in a pointless attempt to conserve body heat, and selfishly, you wished he was here. with a yawn, you decided it was about time to retreat back inside and eagerly await his return. you beckoned john over to the bedroom and your last thought before slipping into a blissful sleep was how the moonlight highlighted his features beautifully.

a/n: hey so this was supposed to be a two-shot angst hurt no comfort but........... yeah kldsafjasklf

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