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ad0rechuu · 8 months ago

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (030) Mine (His)

WORD COUNT. 813

WARNINGS. Rejection, yeonjun (he deserves his own tw), crying, closure and a very mentions of allergies

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33 (ur reactions made this so fun)

IF IT WASN’T for Changmin and Eric’s explosive argument irritating your eardrums, you never would’ve heard the commotion outside your door.

Your night had started with a video call with the two aforementioned boys. You three decided to play random play dance which resulted in the current argument.

Eric, who was losing, thought that it was unfair and was loudly complaining about his disadvantage since you chose a Girls Generation video, which Changmin highly disagreed with.

You rolled your eyes and took off your headphones, informing them that you were going to get a drink.

Stepping into the hallway of your apartment, you heard two awfully familiar voices making jabs at each other. Your plans of getting a refreshment quickly changed as you made your way to the front door.

“…Me and her are, she’ll never love you.” Was the last thing you heard before opening the door.

Both of the boys were clearly caught off-guard by your presence, giving you time to assess the situation. Both looked quite upset as they turned at you, each holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Yeonjun—”

He came rushing towards you, a triumphant smile on his face at the fact that you acknowledged him first, cutting you off in process.

He didn’t even let you finish your sentence before bombarding. “Baby! There you are, I’m so sorry about everything, but I do really love you. Let’s talk about us. Please hear me out!”

It’s a question, technically, but it sounded more like a demand.

“What are you doing here?” You continued, shrugging yourself free from his grasp.

His arms fell to his sides at your words and the apathy apparent in them

“Huh?”

You took a step forward while he took one back, your hand leaning against the door of your apartment for support.

“Wasn’t I clear? I told you that we were never really together. You have done nothing but fucking hurt me, and I am not interested in hearing you out. And I’m definitely not interested in ever getting together with you.” You spat.

“And even if I did have it in my heart to forgive you— which I do not right now�� it wouldn’t matter. There will never ever be an us again, Yeonjun… because I am in love w.. with someone else.”

Your eyes trailed off to Sunwoo to gauge his reaction. To your surprise, he stares at the ground, letting his arms fall to his side. Taking a step forward out of the doorway, you notice him turn away a little from you and furrow his eyebrows. He didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. You knew what the heartbroken expression on his face meant. But at that moment, it only annoyed you.

Without warning, you grabbed Sunwoo’s collar and made him face you. His eyes widened at your sudden proximity.

“Oh, for God's sakes, Sunwoo, wipe that look off your face. You are obviously the one I love, you dumbass!” You exclaimed. It came out louder than you meant it to, but you wouldn't take it back. You meant every word.

A smile made its way on Sunwoo’s blushing face. He slowly moved your hand off of his shirt and clasped your fingers together. After all these years, finally hearing those words and knowing they match how he has felt all this time made his heart feel like it was growing at least three sizes.

“But I love you!” You two suddenly heard, interrupting your little moment.

Quite honestly, you forgot about the fact that Yeonjun was only standing a half meter away while you confessed your love to Sunwoo.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes at the other boy’s whining tone and started walking you back to the entrance of your apartment, completely waving Yeonjun off.

“So? You’d be a fool if you didn’t!” He scoffed. “But she clearly doesn’t love you, so I don’t know what you’re still doing here. She’s mine.”

“W-What? Yn?!” Was the last you hear from your ex-boyfriend as your new boyfriend pulled you gently inside, paying no mind to the call of your name.

“You heard him! I’m his.”

You shrugged as you turned to him, giggling as Sunwoo slammed the door shut in his face.

Yeonjun stood there for a while, dumbfounded at everything that had happened. Maybe a few months ago, you would’ve felt bad at the tears rolling down his flawless skin. Clearly, he has never experienced anything close to heartbreak. But you didn't. You didn't feel bad for him. You couldn't feel anything for him anymore besides disappointment. And those feelings were nothing compared to what you felt for the lovesick boy in front you.

You excused yourself once more and opened the door one final time for the night.

“And by the way—” You called out to Yeonjun, whose face lit up as he saw you.

“—I’m allergic to roses.”

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leossmoonn · 1 year ago

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In love with ur Mike writings<33 can you write something about spending your first thanksgiving with Mike and Abby?

thank you :D and yes omg i love this idea!

bro this lowk angsty but it has a happy ending lol

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thanksgiving was not something mike really did. he wasn’t really thankful for anything in his life — besides abby, of course. he hated his job, his house, his car, his nightmares. and even though abby and mike butt heads sometimes — all the time — he was thankful he had somebody like her to keep him getting out of bed in the morning and working. he started to feel just a tad better about his life when you came into the picture.

on the holidays, usually mike would take abby out to restaurants to have a meal. granted, abby rarely ate anything, but they both collectively agreed that it was special. but now that you were with mike, things changed.

“do you cook during thanksgiving?” you ask a week before the holiday.

“um, no,” mike shakes his head. “we usually go to like, applebee’s or something.”

“oh, how fancy,” you tease. mike chuckles softly and nods. “it’s a lot less expensive, believe it or not. we rarely go out anyways, so it’s like a little treat for us.”

“i see,” you hum. “would you want to continue your little tradition?”

he shrugs, “i don’t know why we wouldn’t. we have nothing better to do.”

“i could think of something,” you say. he glances at you. “you can come with us, if that’s what you were thinking. you’re always invited out with abby and i.”

you can’t help but smile. god, he’s so cute when he’s clueless. you take his hand and he turns his full attention from the tv to you.

“i was thinking we could have a proper thanksgiving.”

mike’s heart stops. “uh, uhm… no, it’s fine. it would take all day to cook and abby might not even eat anything. that’s so much food and money wasted.”

“don’t you worry about the money. i got it covered,” you take his hand in yours. “and we can cut down the portions. make a small thanksgiving meal and make just enough to have leftovers the next day. i think it would be fun. i can start cooking tonight, even.”

mike sucks in a breath, hesitating to say yes, even though he wants to. he hasn’t had a thanksgiving dinner since before garrett disappeared. it’s so painful for him to think of his last thanksgiving. it’s one of the last happy memories he has with his family. and now you want to do it with him, which was just another issue in itself for mike.

he’s not used to people doing things for him. and when they do, he pushes them away.

albeit, he’s started to get used to accepting favors and help, and it’s all thanks to you. all the dinner dates you’ve gone on, you’ve probably paid in full for half of them, and split the check on the rest. you’ve paid for every sporting event you’ve taken mike to. you’ve bought him clothes he obviously wanted, but kept insisting he didn’t want them because they costed money. he always feels terrible because it should be the other way around, but you’ve always assured him that you don’t mind. you love spoiling him because you truly thinks he deserves it. and he always makes up for it with little things like buying you flowers, gift cards, and sweet treats.

something about spending thanksgiving with you just makes him nervous and uncomfortable. thanksgiving for him reminds him of family and he hasn’t had a family since he was a kid. if he starts to think of you, abby and him as a family, he’s afraid that it’ll disappear just like it has before. but he knows what happened was a decade or so ago. he’s not the same little boy he was. abby’s safe with him and you. he knows he’s safe with you.

“sure,” he nods slowly. “are you sure, mike?” you ask, knowing exactly what’s going through his head. “we really don’t have to. we can go to applebee’s or texas roadhouse or something. i just… i think it would be nice.”

he nods in agreement. “no, i do, too. really. i-i’m excited.” there is truth in his words and you can see it in the twinkle in his eyes.

“great! tell me every dish you like for thanksgiving and what abby might like, and we shop for ingredients tonight!”

the next day went surprisingly well. you showed up at mike’s at the ass crack of dawn, awake and ready to bake and cook all day. you made all of mike’s favorites: green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, ham, and peach pie. you both agreed to make abby some spaghetti and meatballs and cookies as a back up plan.

“do you we want to say what we are all thankful for or dig in?” you ask.

“let’s dig in!” abby exclaims. you chuckle and move to cut her some ham, but mike stops you. “let’s, uh, say what we are thankful for first.”

abby groans, “i’m hungry.” “please, abs. the food won’t disappear,” mike says.

she nods and complies, placing her hands in her lap.

“abby, why don’t you start,” you suggest.

“okay,” she nods. “i’m thankful for um… cartoons, disney princesses, crayons and you! and mike, i guess,” she adds quickly.

mike and you share a laugh.

“i’ll go next,” you say. “i’m thankful for my mom and my grandparents. i’m thankful for the twilight movies and my cat.” you then grab mike and abby’s hands, squeezing them both. “and i’m so thankful for you two. my life feels so fulfilled with you two in it. i really appreciate you guys letting me in and join your family.”

abby grins up at you. “we think you’re awesome, too.” “thank you, abby,” you say, patting her back lovingly.

you then turn to mike who is tapping the table with his free hand. “i am, uh, thankful that i somehow still have a job. i’m thankful that my parents gave me another sibling, whom i love very much.” he gives abby a little smile and she sticks her tongue out, not being able to contain her own smile. mike turns his head to you, eyes scanning your face as he wipes his sweaty hand on his jeans.

“and i’m thankful for you. i know i have a lot of shortcomings and before you deny it, we both know it’s true. you just… for some reason see something in me. and i’m just really glad that you’ve stuck with me and shown me how to be better and do better. you’ve given me hope and make me look forward to waking up every day. i’ve never had something so steady before, so constant. i…i hope that you continue to be that for me, and i hope that in the future i can continue to show how much i appreciate you.”

you sniffle once he’s done and realize you’ve started to cry.

“oh, i-i’m sorry,” mike rushes out. “i didn’t mean to —”

“i love you, honey,” you lean over and peck his cheek.

abby groans and her stomach grumbles. “please stop! the food is getting cold.”

“sorry, abs,” you pat her back. “what would you like to eat? we made some spaghetti, too, if you —”

“i want ham and bread!”

“you got it, babe,” you say. mike helps you cut the ham, giving a piece to everyone. you all dig in and mike realizes how much he missed this, how much he’s wanted this for so long. he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. “i love you, too.”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf

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ceilidho · 1 year ago

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women are just better and the fact that i’ve been thinking about genderbent cod only for you to push the content out?? i’m so thankful🙌🏽🙌🏽🫡.

i fully need fem!soap and reader going on vacation together. and ofc soap just gets a one bed suite for them because why wouldn’t they share?? they’re best friends and it’s cheaper. they share a bed all the time, it’s no big deal. (and the bed is all dolled up with flowers and mrs. and mrs. gifts when they arrive. the staff addressing them both as mrs. mctavish) and soap just happened not to bring any pjs so she’s spooning reader fully nude. enjoying how flustered reader gets about it.

and they’ve got a private pool. forcing reader to skinny dip w her. and/or swimming up behind reader as they enjoy the view. wrapping her arms around them and fully grinding against her ass. blaming it on the current even though hello??? it’s a fucking pool. grabbing onto readers hips and ass and tummy for “support” so she doesn’t drown even though she’s a damn good swimmer.

and then they have to go out, dress up for dinner each night. soap gushing over how pretty, how gorgeous her hen looks for her. and then ruining readers hair and makeup (maybe dress too) later that night because she forgot her vibrator and best friends help each other out like that<3

then they scissor<33 and poor readers still in denial as the resort/hotel workers drop of their couple package treats the next day and remind them about their couples massage

not realizing you're going on your honeymoon with her until it's too late and you're already in another country/continent.

Soap would use "i'm jus' putting on yer sunscreen, hen" as an excuse to rub her hands all over your tits and ass. scoffs in your ear when you hiss at her that you're at a public beach - no one's paying attention to the two of you, why are you freaking out so much? 'sides girls help each other with their sunblock all the time - how else were you going to reach your back without dislocating your shoulder?

obviously showering together to "conserve water". Soap pushing her tits against yours and lightly teasing you, joking about getting all soapy with her. makes you stay in the shower with her until the water runs cold (yeah, they really ended up conserving soooo much water) because she wants to count all the moles or scars or freckles on your body and says she has to make sure to scrub everywhere so you're all clean :\\

#learning in a very fun way how many of my followers r gay LMAO

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thebluester2020 · 11 months ago

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The Stranger [Pt. 2]

Summary: You were a citizen of Natlan. In the nation of the Pyro Archon, you were constantly greeted by bloodshed and violence. A life that kept the finely tuned forces of the nation in balance until it completely shattered with the arrival of the Fatui. And you had the newly arrived Harbinger to thank for that...but, one fateful night it seems, you just happened to stumble upon a man who could possibly throw the Fatui out of your homeland entirely.

Warning(s): Wholesomeness sprinkled around, Il Capitano is a bit of a liar here, eventual smut, Imagined Natlan(?) (Obviously the nation isn't out yet so I'm using my imagination as to how things are + how the people function lol), good ol' angst at the end.

Note: Lol smut will be in the next part <33

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Your feelings were growing but, your suspicions were as well.

"Fire Blooms suit you," The stranger commented as you and he were currently foraging for the rare beauties in the middle of a field.

In Natlan, despite the fertile soil from the constant volcanic eruptions, flowers were hard to grow due to the heat and their delicacy. So, when the flowers could grow, Fire Blooms (as the people of Natlan so fondly called them), it wasn't an uncommon act to quickly pluck the flowers and try to find ways to preserve their beauty and use them as symbols of good luck and fortune.

Yet, your unlikely companion wasn't so much as picking flowers as he was watching you.

You blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," You said.

"Though, I think you being surrounded by flowers is a nice sight as well." You said in turn. And it was true, there was a certain...regalness to the man as he kneeled beside you. The flowers had a dim glow to them that illuminated the otherwise dark figure of the stranger. And...with the Fire Blooms' light, you could've sworn you could've just begun to see something through the darkness of his mask.

A chin, darkly stubbled. "What's behind the mask?" You wondered aloud.

"I'd prefer not to tell."

"Of course, you men and your 'brooding mysteriousness'."

The stranger grumbled. "No," He said with a huff. "It's keeping you safe."

"Next, you'll say something about my eyes being 'too delicate'." You snorted as you rolled your eyes, the stranger's silence afterward making you giggle even harder.

You appreciated his concern but...besides the fact that you've seen much worse. You were curious, more or less, you were fine with not knowing his name. In your mind, you regarded him as an...aloof dog of sorts. When he was around you and your village, he was protective of the people and yourself, he accepted signs of affection somewhat kindly and he knew where home was!

But, you didn't dare try to beg him to stay a little longer when he went to train in the forest-

In fact...did he even train in the forest at all?

You tried to tuck the thought into the back of your head. The stranger was…well, a stranger but from what you did understand about him? He was very righteous and noble, a very “stick to the rules” type of man who would seemingly burst into flames if he strayed too far from his routine.

"You are too delicate," The stranger's words snapped you back to the present conversation. "But...not in strength, in your expectations of me. My face, my name, all that I keep hidden from you. I wouldn't want you to think differently of me."

"There's not much to think differently. Even after some weeks, I still barely know you." You shrugged.

You struggled to withhold an 'Awe' as he looked down at his lap, leaving you to place a hand over one of his curling fists. “I’m not trying to pressure you. I happen to like mysterious men.” You lightly teased to where the man only looked away from you.

You cocked your head a little. “What’s-“

Before you could get your question out, you nearly choked on your own breath when your eyes suddenly directed to the sight of two Fatui members coming your way. You’d heard of them…Geomancer and Pyroslinger is what you heard being thrown around town your village from time to time. You’d assume these two must’ve been what others have talked about.

“F-Fatui!” You gasped, jumping to your feet, the flowers in your lap falling to the ground as you quickly tried to pull the man along.

As the stranger rose to his feet and looked to where you were pointing though…he barely looked or acted alarmed as you still tried to pull him to come with you. Only, all of a sudden, the two members kneeled on one knee before him. “What the…?” You said.

“Why are they-“

The stranger placed a hand over your own before he leaned forward towards you a little. “Go home

“What?!” You whisper-yelled. “And leave you alone to those bastards?! No!” His grip tightened as he leaned even closer, his breath coming through the mask as he nudged the side of his mask to your cheek. Despite the almost stinging chill of the metal, the warm bloom it left behind almost made you feel as if you were floating.

Was that a kiss?

“I will not fall so easily, trust me, please.”

You gently placed a hand on the side of your face. You wanted to give him a kiss in return but…in front of Fatui? Never a day in your life, besides, the kiss in return would’ve meant more should you have waited to give him one to his real face. “…You better come home.” Were your last words before you rushed off.

Two weeks.

That’s how long he had been gone.

Two. While. Weeks.

Those words of not “falling so easily”? You were beginning to believe it less and less everyday, but, instead of sadness? You could only feel anger, angry at him.

How dare he leave you with this warm, fluttering feeling in your chest, leave you with thoughts of constant worrying and wondering when he would back. It got so bad that you were beginning to think that your mind was beginning to break! For it seemed like, every single second, your mind was on him. The mysterious tall stranger whose voice never left your mind.

Deep and gentle, authoritative when the two of you had your small arguments here and there but when the dust settled? He’d suddenly sound like a scolded child, shy and hesitant to say something in else in fear of upsetting you. And with his voice never leaving your mind? Your mind then wandered back to how he looked, tall and strong. Like a bear, you thought.

You’d seen him help here and there around the village.

One time, you saw him lift some boxes. Even then, he insisted on keeping all of his clothes and helmet on despite the constant swiping of his brow.

You started to wonder what was underneath his clothes.

Was his skin as pale as moonlight? Tanned as if the sun had gave him a kiss or dark and rich? Did he have scars? You’d assume so, the muscles he had upon his form couldn’t have been without consequence yet, as your mind thought about how he looked like, it began to trail to more…inappropriate thoughts.

Your thighs clenched together, a small pool of arousal starting to settle in the pit of your stomach as you imagined things such as...how would he touch you? You'd assume his hands were rough with how much he trained with his weapon but, he'd wear his gloves more often than not. Perhaps they were smooth? The glide towards your waiting sex between your legs would be featherlight and gentle, his rich voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"I've been waiting to do this,"

"My firebloom...you are ravishing tonight. Allow me to be truthful in my actions-"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, your cheeks erupting into fiery hot flames as you jerked your hands away from your sopping sex, desperately trying to shove down the disappointment that you didn't get to do anything as you got up to go to the door.

Perhaps it would be your favorite stranger?

You shook your head at the thought. "He usually doesn't knock." You murmured to yourself before you cracked open the door a little to see...one of the village children, beaming up at you.

"Where's the mister?" They asked.

You sighed.

You wished you knew.

He had been away from you for close to three weeks now.

When he had convinced you to leave him behind to deal with the Fatui soldiers...his soldiers had simply come to find him to report their progress on subjugating the important warrior strongholds throughout Natlan.

When the Jester ordered him to embark upon this mission, he made it especially clear that the Tsaritsa's will would only be effectively heard and spread throughout the people when they understood the extent that the Fatui would go to ensure her message was heard. He agreed, even now...as he placed his helmet on the small table beside him, wiping his brow free of sweat and blood.

He believed in the Tsaritsa's will.

He wouldn't dare do a single thing to jeopardize the mission.

But, meeting you wasn't in his plans.

At first, he thought he would be able to ignore you. A simple villager who was far too curious and naive about the danger in front of them.. And when he realized that you truly knew nothing about him? He...foolishly or not, allowed himself to settle into the facade of being a native of Natlan once more. Back when he was nothing but a mere warrior too scrawny to pick up a sword much less swing it.

Archons how he missed you.

Rather than being cooped up alone in his private chambers.

He'd rather be alone with you, listening to you talk on and on about all sorts of things in an attempt to fill the silence.

In truth? He just liked hearing your voice, thinking that you had far more interesting things to talk about than himself.

He missed your touch especially, before he had left. You and him had grown more comfortable exchanging chaste touches with one another, your conversations having an underlying tension to them that was unspoken of.

With the memory of your touch, however, he remembered a fleeting moment when you had fallen asleep against him in your living room. You were fresh from a bath he believed, the scent of wild cherries was heavy upon your skin whilst your textured hair had a strong lavender smell to it. Yet, as it was near bedtime, your clothes showed more skin than usual.

He felt his pants begin to tighten as he remembered your body.

The slow rise and fall of your chest, squishing against his arm as you tried to curl closer to him, your exposed legs and thighs making him begin to take heavier breaths as he constantly had to remind himself that you were simply a villager that he found himself getting close to all due to your ignorance of who he truly was.

Yet as his mind continued to torture him with the memory of your body, his legs unconsciously parting as he slipped further down the chair to unzip his pants. His mind created an even more lewd imagery in his head.

He could almost feel your breathy moans upon his ear as he palmed his bulge to the sight he envisioned inside his head...the only issue? You weren't immediately there to solve his problem.

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Link to Part 3

#smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin fandom #genshin fatui #il capitano #writing #creative writing #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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headcanon for wes as your fake boyfriend?

i love this request it’s so cute <33

FAKE DATING WES HICKS 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: none

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- when you ask wes to be your fake boyfriend, he literally laughs in your face

- it takes him a minute and the look on your face to realise that you are in fact being serious

- “okay, let me make sure I’m getting this. you want me be your fake boyfriend? why could you possibly need a fake boyfriend?”

- even after you explain your reasoning, he still takes some convincing but seeing how important it is to you he eventually gives in

- despite him being reluctant at first, wes gets strangely into it

- he starts off casually, giving you cute nicknames that he uses in conversations with your friends, who are confused by your sudden relationship until wes spins some cute story on the spot, leaving you surprised yet very impressed

- some of them don’t believe the relationship is real so wes starts to slip into the conversation “how great” you are or “how lucky he is to be with you” - you know it’s just a cover but it warms your heart nonetheless

- walking to class with him and talking outside together - everybody thinks he’s just being romantic when he’s really asking you what fake dating entails and how far you want him to go - kissing, hugging ect

- you almost swear you see him take organised notes on his phone

- cheek kisses and forehead kisses if you’re shorter than him (and if you’re comfortable with it obviously) when he says goodbye omg

- makes a show of it too, making sure are watching

- holds your hand to really sell it, whether he’s walking you down the hall or if you’re hanging out with the group - sometimes you wonder if he forgets that you’re fake dating and not real dating

- you bring this up to him teasingly and he laughs self consciously and says that he knows and that he’s just the best boyfriend around - pretend or not

- you find the two of you hanging out more than usual even when you don’t have to convive anyone of your “relationship”

- if you take him to meet your family, he’s the textbook definition of perfect gentleman. he brings you flowers, gushes about how great you are and how much he loves your home. you can’t help but smile at him because he’s definitely being too perfect without even realising it

- they keep asking you when you’re bringing him back

- has so much fun making up totally fake details about your relationship and tries to see how unrealistic and outrageous he can get before people start to ask questions

- because it’s not like anyone can call him out without proof, especially when he has you to “back him up”

- sickeningly sweet and corny just to try and irritate you and everyone else around the two of you

- wes is honestly enjoying the whole fake dating thing way more than he should - NOT that he’ll admit that to you

- when you tell him that he doesn’t need to fake date you anymore, he’s definitely disappointed because he was having so much fun

- blushes as he tells you that if you ever need his services again (or if you just wanna go on a real date sometime), you have his number

#sorry there’s not that many I’ll add more if i think of them #scream x reader #scream x you #scream imagine #wes hicks #wes hicks x y/n #wes hicks imagine #wes hicks x reader #wes hicks x you #dylan minette x reader #dylan minnette #scream 5 #fanfiction #fanfic #scream headers

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celestie0 · 7 months ago

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i’m dying to know kickoff gojos music taste

i feel like he’s super into alternative rock, like missio, grandson, uhh is confetti considered alt rock? yungblud…but then also i think he’d be into some indie pop or electropop 🤔 glass animals, the neighborhood, frank ocean, chase atlantic, one ok rock…hmmm whatever those artists genres are lol. and then obviously bc he’s a soccer player he’s into latin pop 😂

i put some songs in the kickoff playlist that i think captures the vibe of his taste in music, notable “falling” by chase atlantic, “everybody talks” by neon trees, “lost cause” by kennyhoopla ft grandson, “you get me so high” by the neighborhood, “brown paper bag” by yoshi flower……..when he’s in his feels at like 2am he blasts keshi songs in his car LMFAO

but yea omg hope this answersss <33

#kickoff #asks #kickoff headcanons

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untitled-writer-013 · 2 years ago

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Rdr2 request here can I get Arthur Morgan x fem reader where they make up after this huge fight they had?

Kiss and Make Up

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

warning(s): fighting, hurt/comfort, fluff

Arthur and (Y/n) loved each other very much. And sometimes, they got into fights. Arthur was scared that his significant other would be put in danger, and (Y/n) wished her significant other would give her the benefit of the doubt. She loved him very much, but sometimes he could be overbearing.

And as usual, they were fighting. Only, this wasn’t some small fight, they were screaming and they had to leave camp so they didn’t bother anyone else.

“Listen to me woman, I cannot have you going with us to fight O’Driscolls! It’s far too dangerous for a lady such as yourself.” Arthur yelled, only riling her up more.

“Do not call me ‘woman’, I have a name Arthur! It’s (Y/n), understand? (Y/n)! Why can’t you just respect the fact that I want to do things too? Sadie gets to go with you guys!” (Y/n) argued, letting out a frustrated huff.

“No, absolutely not. Sadie is different, she’s hardened, you aren’t! Can’t you just listen to me?” Arthur stated, crossing his arms as he towered over (Y/n).

“Listen, can’t we just discuss this, like adults?” (Y/n) questioned, raising an eyebrow as she placed her hands onto her hips, determined to figure this out.

“Nope, there’s nothing to discuss because you’re not going.” Arthur stated firmly, obviously stubborn on making (Y/n) stay behind.

(Y/n) let out a frustrated yell, throwing her hands into the air before she stormed off, leaving Arthur in the middle of the field, letting out a sigh as he let her leave.

A while later, Arthur returned to his tent with some wild flowers, spotting (Y/n) sitting on the edge of their shared bed. He shut his tent, giving them some privacy. He could clearly see the tear stains left on her face, making him frown before he knelt down in front of her, setting the flowers beside her. He cupped her face, making her face him as he rubbed away any stray tears, a gentle smile on his face.

“I’m sorry darlin’, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just, I don’t know what I’d do if I saw you get hurt, especially by one of those damn O’Driscolls. It..it scares me to think about.” Arthur admitted, allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of his lover.

“If you really want to go, you can. You’re an adult, and I can’t force you to stay.” Arthur stated, relaxing as he felt her hands run through his hair, leaning into her touch as he looked up at her.

“I’m sorry too Arthur, I was being stubborn, and I just wanted to prove that I can be strong too.” (Y/n) confessed, a small smile on her face as she played with his hair.

Arthur let out a chuckle, looking up at her with an adoring smile. “Oh, don’t you worry about being strong, I already know you can be as strong as me.” Arthur stated, smiling as (Y/n) let out a laugh.

Arthur pressed a kiss to (Y/n)’s lips, letting out a sigh as she returned the kiss.

“Will you forgive me, (Y/n)?” Arthur asked, his voice gentle as he spoke.

“Of course, Arthur. How could I not?” (Y/n) stated, smiling as she picked up a flower, tucking it behind his ear, making him smile as he joined her on the bed, deciding to turn in for the night.

~fin~

author’s note: he could never stay mad at you!! he loves his significant other wayyy too much to do that! <33

#original writing #taking requests #x reader #fem reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

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nicole-2099 · 8 months ago

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yeonjun. orange/ginger hair. fratboy. takes you into the bathroom. do what you must 🙏🏽🙏🏽

- ur sims 4 wife <33.

Yes, I can definitely attempt this.

“Didn’t expect seeing you here”

C.YJ. Yeonjun x Reader

(fratboy yeonjun x Reader)

{Dom yeonjun x sub Reader}

(smut,praising,pussy eating 🥣,unprotected s3x,pet names,dirty talk)

Note: I didn’t read over it cuz I’m lazy!

‼️MDI LEAVE‼️

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You woke up to the sound of the garage truck pulling up to your house, you rub your eyes sleepily as you crawl out of bed stretching as you walk over to the bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror and do your morning routine, after that you walk over to the pantry as pull out a box of Reese’s puffs from the back, you get a bowl and a spoon all that’s left in milk to you go to your fridge to see if you have any, sadly you didn’t and with a frown you set the box of Reese’s puffs down along with the bowl and the spoon.

You sigh in disappointment as you Flop onto the couch scrolling through instagram when you suddenly get a text from Taehyun.

Terry: hey you going to yeonjuns party tonight?

You: thb no I don’t wanna run into any opps.

Terry: Trust me you wont even notice them your gonna be having wayyy to much fun to even care!!

You: idk terry..

Terry: please!! You’ll have fun, trust!!

You: okay fine, just know if I see a opp I’m leaving.

Terry: Yippie! Just don’t wear anything lame and embarrass me and you in front of all those people.

You: I wont.

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You smile to yourself as you push yourself off the couch walking over to your dresser to pick out and outfit, after your done picking out your outfit you go to your bathroom to put on your makeup, by the time you finished doing your makeup it was already dark out and you had at least 5 text from terry asking you where you are, you replied with a quick ‘Js abt to leave cya!’ Obviously you weren’t just about to leave you didn’t even put your outfit on.

You let your hair down brushing it as you hurriedly put on your outfit, it was simple but cute, just a white tube top with a cute frilly pink skirt, you hurry out of the house and next thing you know you walking down the dark streets in heels wishing you got an Uber.

After walking for what felt like ages you hear a car pull up next to you, you turn around slightly alarmed but your fear quickly fades when you see that’s it’s just Terry. “Your snap map was on, just get in we’re late!!” Terry says as he pushes the passenger side door open for you, you smile as get in sitting down your legs shivering, it was freezing cold out but luckily for you the car was warm with the heater cranked up to max.

After a bit of driving the both of you finally made it, the house was huge, with fairy lights hanging from tall beams along with vines and flowers. Once terry parked you finally got out of the car the cold was bearable now. Finally Terry gets out of the car after looking for his phone that he some how lost on the drive here. The both of you walk inside the smell of weed and alcohol in the air, everyone was on something and it’s not that shocking since yeonjun did host it. You and Terry end up separating from each other. You look around with a mixture of disgust and discomfort as you see a bunch of groupies just fuckin out in the open no shame, you think to yourself wondering why the fuck you came here and why you haven’t left yet. Part of you wants to stay and get high and drunk but the other part of you is telling you to leave before you die from the strong smell of weed.

You end up making your way back to Terry but quickly beeline into a room after seeing him talking to a girl not wanting to bother the both of them, you look around the dimly lit room as you sat down on the bed with a sigh running your fingers through your hair.

“Oh I didn’t expect to see you here?”

You look up shocked when you see yeonjun standing in front of you with a cart in his hand the smell of weed punching you in the face. “Hello to you too yeonjun, did you want something?” You say rolling your eyes, yeonjun eyes you up and down sitting down next to you in the bed. “Actually no I don’t want anything because this is my room.” He says with a smirk on his face, you look at him slightly embarrassed as you shake you head. “Sorry- I just couldn’t handle seeing groupies out there..” you said with a disgusted expression. Yeonjun stifles a laugh as he lays down on the bed with a long sigh. “Yeahh they dint have any shame, but yolo I guess.” He says with a grunt as he sits back up his eyes scanning over your body. “Cute skirt, but don’t you think it’s too short.?” He asks with a smirk on his face as his eyes run over your legs, you snap your fingers at him with a frown. “Eyes up here freak! And no I don’t think it’s too short.” You say answering him with sass. Yeonjun looks up at you with a grin brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. “Pretty and sassy, cute..”.

You look at him eyes scanning his with confusion, “what??? Dude how high are you??” Yeonjun rolls his eyes saying “I’m not high enough”

you roll your eyes as you look down at the ground in boredom, “what was your plan with throwing this huge party anyways..?” You ask as you look up you see yeonjuns eyes already on you. “Well, I was hoping I could see you..” Yeonjun says with a smirk as he inches closer to you, but you inch away with a serious look you ask again. “Seriously why.?” Yeonjun rolls his eyes and takes a hit of the cart he’s been holding onto, he sighs the smoke leaving his lungs as he shrugs “no reason.” You stare at him blankly as you get up getting ready to leave, your on the door knob before you hear. “Hey wait a second princess!” You turn around to see yeonjun standing in front of you his eyes glazed and red from the weed. “What.? And don’t call me that.” You say your hand still on the door knob. Yeonjuns hand gently wraps around you waist pulling you against him. “Don’t leave now..” Yeonjun pouts as he pulls you away from the door, picking you up and making his way to the bathroom, locking the both of you in. “What the fu-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you felt his lips crash against yours.

You stare at him wide eyed as his body presses against your, but for some reason you didn’t pull away, maybe it was the smell of weed or something but you didn’t even try to stop him. Yeonjuns lips finally pull away from yours and he looks at you his face flushed but he also looks at you confused. “You didn’t pull away??” He asks tilting his head to the side like a dog trying to understand what its owner is saying. “No I didn’t- I honestly don’t know why either..” you say as you look up at him. “Well you wanna keep going..?” He asks with a hint of amusement in his voice, you shrug and lean into him again your hips grinding against his slightly as your lips brush against his, he smiles against your lips and picks you up setting you on the bathroom sink his finger digging into your waist.

You could taste the weed and alcohol on his lips as his hands running down in between your thighs pushing them apart, pulling away from your lower himself just a bit as if he’s warning you before he goes down on you. You look down at him eyes hooded with a small nod, and before you knew it he was lapping at your pussy like his life depends on it, your body arching up as you try to catch your breath, as your fingers pull on his hair pushing him further in between your legs.

You whine legs kicking a bit your body twisting with need as yeonjuns grip on your thighs tighten as he continues eating you out, you squirm around trying to keep your voice down as you feel him whisper against your clit. “You taste so sweet pretty girl..”

You whine at the nickname looking down at him as he goes back to going down on you causing you to let out soft desperate moans. Yeonjun smiles against your pussy loving the way you sound, his hand moving away from your thigh, onto your clit his thumb rubbing circles on your clit pushing you over the edge as you came undone after just a few seconds, your body shaking with need and desire as yeonjun leaves sweet soft kisses on your puffy pussy.

“You did so well, good girl..” he says with a calm tone as he crashes his lips with yours making you taste yourself on his lips as you lean into the kiss eagerly. He pulls away from your lips with a smile as he pays your head playfully, “eager too, cute..” he says licking his lips as he kisses you again pulling you by the waist so your hips are pressed against his hips. You could feel his hard on grind against your inner thigh making you squirm, he smiles against your lips and pulls away his eyes glossy, “want me to fuck you princess..?” He’d ask playfully already knowing what you’re going to say.

You nod desperately as you watch his fingers pick at the hem of his jeans pull them and his boxers down to his knees, he used his thumb rubbing the tip of his dick the pre-cum smearing around on his fingers, as he lines it up at your entrance, slowly pushing in using his free hand to keep you steady in place, he waited a few minutes making sure you’ve adjusted to his size before slowly pushing inside you making you squirm and whine with need as you cover your mouth trying to hold back a moan, yeonjun smirks leaning into you more biting your neck as he thrusts into you grunting. “Thats it..good girl, good girl..” he praises in a whisper brushing all your hair back out of the way, his eyes locking onto you lovingly his free hand squeezing your thigh his fingers digging into your skin.

Yeonjun groaned his grip on your body tightening, you were close clenching around him feeling him twitching inside you. “Fuckk..atta girl..” he said with a heavy sigh feeling you clench around him even more. You wiggled around desperately before finally reaching your high coming undone. Yeonjun smiled watching you cum around him still thrusting into you chasing his own release, “Fucking perfect..such a pretty little pussy..”. Yeonjun grunts thrusting into you a few more times before finally cumming inside you filling you up your body jolts at the sudden feeling squirming and whining not being able to sit still for some reason, yeonjun grunts pulling out of you watching the mess inside you spill out, he then presses his lips against yours, his hands grabbing onto your waist steadying you he pulls away with loving smile on his face as he hides his face in the crook of your neck affectionately with a muffled voice saying “Mm, I hope you know this wasn’t a one time thing, princess.”

You nod with a smile pulling him in feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “God you smell like weed I might pass out..” you say annoyed, Yeonjun pulls away from the embrace as looks at you playfully biting his lip, “don’t pass out now, one more round princess.” You roll your eyes but pull him back into a hug holding him close, until you heard you phone going off, you pulled away from the hug and jumped off the bathroom sink running to you phone to see at least 69 (😏) notifications from Terry asking you where you are.

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FINALLY DONE LESSS GOO!!! 🙏‼️

If u got any requests go ahead n ask away!!

#smut #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #x reader #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #choi yeonjun x you #fluff #txt #txt yeonjun #txt choi yeonjun

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sinisxtea · 9 months ago

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associate your fav moots with songs youve liked, now!!

OH MY GOD I GOT THIS 🫡🫡

@aquaphoenixz : the long night - seori ft giriboy

okay starting off with aqua. obviously you know which one i’m going to put 💀 but the vibes with this one are so you core, and you honestly changed my view of this song fr. i used to listen to it when i was sad or felt like crying, but now since i associate it with you, it just feels so much happier now?? anyways i love u enjoy ur day mwah mwah

@lyvhie : dream - baekhyun, suzy

IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE the vibes in the song are lowkey so you coded. like everytime we talk, it’s always so chill 😌 and it always makes me so happy, so pretend like this is us lowkey just vibing with each other <33 ur so amazing i love you mwah mwah keep it up

@syatchy : h! teen - the wind

tbh i could put any cute song for you but i chose h! teen bc it’s more about youth and silliness and that’s literally you <3 (and aliens apparently) everytime we talk and u put up with my yapping bullshit it makes me appreciate you ever more. love ya 🫶

@yeonzzens : the cut that always bleeds - conan gray

i love how much you love conan that’s so silly, tbh i don’t think there’s anyone else i know both online and irl that loves conan this much, so obviously i had to choose a conan song for you <33 the cut that always bleeds has to be one of my favorite conan songs, the lyrics are both so real and the vibes from the song are immaculate. anyways i love ur mood boards so much keep it up 💕💕

@riri4andy : HUSH - ari abdul

we’re gonna ignore the lyrics on this okay. 😭😭 but the INSTRUMENTAL OF THIS SONG TAKES ME AWAY??? It’s such an ethereal vibe, but more futuristic in a sense? idk you give me like this futuristic techo kinda feeling, and lowkey we need to talk more but feel free to take this as a song rec too <33 also the way the song kinda gives like a rushing/chasing feeling, like i feel like we’re stuck between this limbo of wanting to interact with each other but also too nervous to do so. SO TALK TO ME SMH

@polarisjisung : NOBODY - blue.d, MINO

not just bc ur name means flower but you have this soft vibe that i kinda get for you. i mean at first i thought you were lowkey a little intimidating 💀 but the more i realized that you’re just so sweet and anyone who doesn’t think so i will literally fight them 🙄🙄 WE SHOULD TALK MORE though 🫡🫡

@galacticskz : good night - 小鬼/little ghost

this song has such like… caring feelings associated with it, i mean obviously it’s kinda like a f*ckboy “haha baby” song, but when you ignore the lyrics and the instrumental and music is just so peaceful, and you definitely seem like someone who’s perfectly content and at peace with where they are, you know your limits, and you know when it’s time to rest and honestly i love that for you. (pssst we should talk more too)

@odxrilove : head over heels - tears for feels

okay this is going to sound oddly specific BUT you give such like disney princess vibes idk… like you’re kinda princess coded. and this song is so soft. it gives me like cinderella ish vibes? like head over heels? cinderella. AND YOU ARE SO PRINCESS CODED IDK WHY IT FITS IT JUST FITS <33

@ghostofhyuck - carrousel - amir ft indila

the feel i get from you is more of a chill and soft and you clearly know yourself very well, and that’s actually very good for you. you don’t hesitate to stop riding the “carrousel” if needed be, you can clearly tell people your own opinions and thoughts. (and this one’s very important) you tell people “no” when it comes to it. AS A BIG PEOPLE PLEASER MYSELF this is incredibly difficult for me 😭😭 and i admire that about you. anyways we need to talk more ofc ofc but hope u have a nice day <33

it’s honestly so hard to describe people in just one single song 😭

#rants n rambles #asks #anon

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rei-does-stuff · 8 months ago

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Some SaH ocs I’ve made with @sah-headcanons !!!!

Might be a little incoherent but I hope I’m making it a little clear <33

First up is Kaeleomel! (Meaning Caramel in Korean!)

So you know Guemsaegi’s unnamed sister we see in his whole dream sequence where we first see Bamsaegi, well we never see her again after this and why is that?

Wellllll we decided it’s because she’s a defector, moving to the SaH equivalent of Europe or something and not just that but she is married to a Weasel! Nampyeon! (Meaning husband, so creative right? /s)

Geumsaegi, obviously, does not like this! Like at all! Since y’know, I imagine leaving the country and marrying the enemy would probably be pretty frowned upon in Flower Hill—

Geum sees her once and calls her a traitor, refusing to acknowledge her existence or even that he had a sister (which is why she’s never mentioned!)

Kaeleomel and Nampyeon would have kids and Geum probably wouldn’t look at any of them favorably either. “Hopefully these things will have more sense than you.”

I’d like to imagine during an argument Geum would use Bamsaegi as a way to be like “Now he’s alone and YOUR fault” Bc of course we need to make Bamsaegi suffer more than he already has (my favorite pass time!)

Kaeleomel would try to reason with Geum at first but Geum just literally wouldn’t understand why Flower Hill is bad and why the Enemy aren’t bad, it would be a very frustrating conversation for sure

She still tries to convince Geum even now, she knows deep deep DEEP down he still cares about her so she’s desperately trying to get through to him

I imagine when she still was in flower hill they were very very close

If she ever got hurt Geum would probably send a letter saying that she has a home in flower hill, and that she should come back and that it’s “not too late for you” along with some chestnut cakes and of course a lily bell

Kaeleomel loves Bamsaegi, even if she’s pretty disappointed that he became a soldier, but would mainly pity him, esp if she learns that he basically gave up being a scientific career for it, and that Geum encouraged it alongside making Bam more paranoid of enemy attacks,

Bamsaegi, in turn, is very conflicted, since he cares about his sister but now that’s she’s directly involved with the enemy he’s mainly just confused on what to think, esp since Geum is basically his dad so at times it feels like he has to choose between them

Kaeleomel got word of Bamsaegi being send by Flower Hill on a mission where he ended up almost dying in a gas chamber and still being expected to fight, I think she’d be pissed

It would probably be the one time she’d try to go to flower hill, just to visit him

And what’s worse is that Bam would still be like “I have to go back, I have to fight” even if he’s literally in the hospital

(Which like, Geum basically did the same thing, father like son)

She’d loath commander Darami and Goseumdochi

They’d visit Bam in the hospital to congratulate him for trying to sacrifice his life for Flower Hill and telling him to go back once he’s recovered and Kaeleomel sees this and is “HES LITERALLY DYING???? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??”

Nampyeon we decided is directly related to Aekku, with them being brothers, just to add more sting to everything. He’s willing to keep his mouth shut only to keep his wife safe, of course. He doesn’t like Geumsaegi at all.

He’s a lot more pessimistic than Kaeleomel, thinking there’s no point in trying to convince Geum or Bam of anything since he doesn’t think they’ll ever listen

He’s also a therapist <3

Next is Eolin (which just means young in Korean)

She’s a little weasel girl! (The daughter of this unnamed weasel)

Geumsaegi meets her whilst undercover and since she doesn’t realize he’s a Squirrel and not a field mouse and thinks Geum and his dad are friends she tries to form a bond with him much to Geumsaegi’s dismay. He sees the kid constantly though, basically haunting his narrative that the enemy are all evil and horrible as the kid repeatedly tries to befriend him, he consistently has to interact with them and pretend to be nice but each time that mask starts to slip

The kid makes him drawings and other small gifts that at first Geumsaegi just throws away in secret but even he starts to keep one or two small things, he tells himself it’s because it can be used as evidence or something to use against the enemy but deep down he knows that’s a lie.

That is basically it <3

#rei says stuff #squirrel and hedgehog #sah oc #long post

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dilucsfav · 2 years ago

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could you maybe write some headcanons for Zhongli and an v anxious reader? your writing makes me so happy Ilysm!!! <333

HI MY SWEETHEART, THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK <3333.

I’D LOVE TO WRITE HIM FOR YOU, i haven’t written anything for zhongli in a long time so i think this will be fun!! (btw guys this person ^^^ is my partner im not tryna brag but you should go follow their blog💔💔)

Zhongli w/ an anxious reader hcs

warning(s): mentions of anxiety attacks, if that upsets you or a sensitive topic!!

if you’re particularly twitchy at times, bounce your leg, tap your fingers, twiddle your thumbs— whatever it may be, he’d hold your hand and RUB YOUR HAND WITH HIS THUMB. all. the. time. it’s how he shows he loves you and is there <3

^^^honestly he just loves holding your hands in general💔💔having that small physical connection also comforts him

idk why i’m getting so deep into this LMAO, but if you had that habit of bouncing your leg a lot, he’d hold your knee instead of your thigh

omg he’d absolutely calm you down with stories of his past of being an archon n shit. would like rub your hair, let you lay with him and all of that fun stuff

gentle reminders all the time. if you don’t have the motivation to do something, he’d do it for you (totally would brush your hair and kiss the top of your head)

on hard days, he’d boil water in order to make your favorite tea and then sit with you. whether you wanna talk with him, he’d listen— or if you don’t, he doesn’t mind waiting and holding you quietly whilst holding your tea for you

^^counter to this, he’d also just sit quietly with you if that’s what you need. hold your hand, brush your hair from your face, allow you to hold him if you want— anything to help you know that his presence is there!

^^zhongli has a big fucking mouth, never shuts up (he just like me fr) but he does enjoy quietness when necessary

FLOWER PICKING. HE’D PICK YOU SO SO MANY FLOWERS IDFC THATS CANON

if you’re also a big overthinker, he’d constantly assure you that he’s there for you and that everything will be ok. he loves you n doesn’t want to see you distressed <//3

omg i feel like he’d totally do breathing exercises w you?? like compared to other characters, he has so much patience and it’s never ever a bother to help you through small tasks

^^other characters like childe or some mf like him would be so fucking impatient😭 (childe would honestly help w your anxiety in other ways idk maybe i should write about all the characters)

speeaakkinggg of childe… zhongli would totally rob that fucker of his money to spoil you rotten. oh, you want that dress that is astronomically expensive that lady ningguang made HERSELF? done. you want those new shoes? done. you want that 30 dollar overpriced venti iced coffee? done.

(^^hahahahahahsh see what i did there? like venti as in large? but also venti? fucking laugh.)

zhongli is super wise n caring, but i feel like he wouldn’t be the biggest sweet talker

^^yes very genuine with advise n knowledge, though. he’d only give advise that would benefit you in the outcome; he doesn’t see the point in giving you untrue n unhelpful information if it won’t make the situation better

if you have anxiety attacks & he’s present at the time, he will literally hold you until you’re able to breathe and calm down. will remind you to take breaths and that he’s there

“Take a deep breath for me, now, (Y/N). There you are, good job. I’m here, it’s okay.”

obviously zhongli’s been through a lot so he knows how to help. making you feel calm n safe if you’re in tears & you’re anxious is his first priority. would do anything you ask him if it means making you feel better <33

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #liyue harbor #liyue #zhongli hcs #zhongli x reader #zhongli #childe #tartaglia #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin hcs

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waterfallofspace · 2 years ago

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A Little Game, A Lot Of Torture.

The one in which G/ojo has been a bit of a (loveable) prick, so his friends decide to hold a little contest to see who can get him back the best. Contest rules? Whoever makes him sneeze the most in one attempt wins, you can’t get his help, you can only use one method. Let the games begin! (Do I have requests I should be working on instead? Yes. Was this idea haunting my every waking hour until I finally agreed to write it? Also yes. I promise I’ll get back to requests tomorrow <;3) Takes a minute to get into heavy snz stuff, but hopefully it's still enjoyable! (credits to @snzdreams for the breathtaking headcanon that even talking about sneezing gets G/ojo going, and I hope it’s okay that I borrowed your genius to use in this <3 and doubly hope it's okay that I tagged you in it <33) Also I want to clarify: while they were all in the same class in highschool, this is set post-graduation, imagining a future where they all still hang out. (AU technically I guess haha~) Just making it clear, everyone in this story is meant to be an adult. Picture early 20’s. Characters: G/eto, S/hoko, and G/ojo. Plus a bit of S/atosugu Word Count: 4.1k (whoops-)

(References to swearing in case anyone doesn't like that!)

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The rules were agreed upon the day before, Geto insisting that they needed to be clear.

Rule #1: You only get one attempt. If you fail, or he manages to avoid/subdue the attempt, it’s over. You don’t get a second try. If you get subpar results, same as before, no second tries. Amendment added by Shoko: number of sneezes only counts from the first couple minutes. If said attempt results in sneezing for the rest of the day, those are not to be counted.

Rule #2: Gojo is not to be informed of this, or asked for assistance of any kind. You cannot ask him for a list of what makes him most sneezy, you must use your knowledge of him to come up with your own methodology.

And finally, Rule #3: You can only use one method. Said ‘method’ can include multiple inducing tools, so long as they’re considered one ‘attempt’. Ie. Multiple scented candles at once, or a bouquet of flowers are both considered one method. However, flowers and candles at the same time would be considered two. Amendment added by Geto: Helping him along with words doesn’t count as a method, and is therefore fair play.

With those in place, Geto and Shoko got to work, each with an idea in mind.

In order to not taint results the attempts will be held three days apart to give Gojo’s nose time to get back to baseline before the next attempt begins. Shoko is up first. Let the games begin!

~~ Shoko’s Attempt ~~

‘I’m at a disadvantage. I know Gojo, he’s my friend, they both are, but I’ll never know him the way Geto does. He’ll always know more of Gojo’s quirks, especially since they’re so obviously in love. They both deny it, but the looks they share when they think no one can see tells a different story. If not dating, the feeling is at least mutual.’

Shoko pauses her musing, letting a smile take over as she waves to the boys, starting her approach with a hand in her bag. ‘Always together, even when I’m not around. I know they care for me, but the bond they share will always be one step deeper.’ Despite this, she has a plan. Earlier she wrote out a list of what she remembers Gojo showing reactions to in the past, eliminating anything less than a full attack.

‘He’s quite sensitive, it doesn’t take much to set him off, but getting an actual fit from him is a touch more rare. Normally he has quite the exaggerated buildups, long and hitchy, which he makes a lot of noise about, but the actual sneezing is minimal. At least, compared to the results I’m looking for. No, I need something more than a simple sensitivity. If it was Geto I’d blow smoke in his face, but that’d only prompt a minor reaction out of Gojo.’

“Hiya Shoko, take a seat! Geto here was just sharing the mochi he bought!”

“I bought it for myself, you just stole half when my back was turned.”

“Come on, we both know if you put something sweet in front of me I’m gonna eat it.”

Shoko seats herself next to Gojo, sharing a glance with Geto when he’s distracted by the sweets once more. A darker tone dips into Gojo’s voice as he lets his sunglasses fall so Geto can see his eyes, a mischievous haze clouding them.

“You knew the risks, now you pay the price.”

“The price being my mochi?”

“Exactly! Now you’re catching on~.”

With that, Gojo grabs another one, laughter bubbling out as Geto attempts, and fails, to smack his hand away. However, before he can pop it in his mouth, he freezes, hand inches from his face. His breath catches, nose twitching. Shoko finds Geto’s eyes darting over to her, and she offers a slight shake of the head. ‘Nope, not my attempt, this is all him.’ Geto starts to speak, eyes flickering back over to Gojo.

“You alri-”

“heHh-! hah’adJSHhh’iew-! hep’gshh’iew-!”

“Blessings.”

“Guhhh- thank you.”

Shoko takes her turn to speak, eager to ascertain any possible advantages. ‘If he’s sick his nose will be extra sensitive, and I may be able to cinch this win. Especially given Geto needing to wait three days, ideally the window of sensitivity will have passed.’

“Feeling okay?”

“Indeed. This is just the price I must pay for being so talented- huEH’djZShh’uu-! I can't be perfect in every aspect, that would just be unfair!”

“Come again?”

Geto rolls his eyes, gesturing to the sky as he turns his gaze back to Shoko once more. Gojo meanwhile wipes a few tears from his cheeks, groaning lightly at the quickly increasing watery nature of his eyes.

“He’s just allergic to the sun.”

“I am not allergic- I’m just a tad sensitive to bright lights. Christ this is annoying.”

“Was the mochi really worth it?”

“Suguru Geto, don’t you talk like that! Mochi is always worth it!”

The eagerness has quickly faded out, Shoko letting an airy sigh press out between her pursed lips. ‘Right, I did know about this. I believe it’s called a photic sneeze response? He’s had it for as long as I’ve known him, though I believe he said it’s gotten worse the more he wears those glasses. Blocking out the light so much of the time only adds to his sensitivity when it inevitably breaks through. However, it causes very few sneezes, he said the main issue is his eyes watering.’

“If you touch the last piece I’m making you buy me a new one.”

“Aw- that’s not faiiiir!”

“Boys, boys, let’s not fight. I have a better solution.”

With that, Shoko swipes the last piece, grinning at the complaints from the guys as she places it against her tongue, savouring the sweet taste. Her mind dips back to her plan as Gojo starts to whine about being hungry again.

‘He’s incredibly sensitive, even the mention of sneezing is enough to get his nose itchy. Describing how much it must tickle is fair game, but on its own, pretty ineffective. He’s annoyingly good at holding back when he wants to be, so if he catches on that sneezing is what I want, he’ll do everything in his power not to. I just need him to think I’m teasing him for his reaction, can’t let him read deeper into my motives.’

“Shoko?”

“Hm?”

Her name pulls her back into the conversation, both Geto and Gojo watching her closely, a lopsided grin spreading across Gojo’s mouth. ‘Oh, I’m going to enjoy wiping that smug look off his pretty-boy face.’ Gojo speaks up again, Geto’s eyes following her movements as she casually lets her hand dip back into her bag.

“I was asking if you’d want to come with us to the mall, DiverCity specifically? I’ve been craving chocolates that they sell at one of the stores for days.”

“Funny you mention it, I was just thinking about that place earlier. I’d love to come, but I have an assignment. Next time though, yeah?”

“Aw fiiiine, but Geto, you’re still coming, right?”

“Sure, why not. I could use a few things.”

Shoko tunes out again, hand tightening around a bottle as she lets a smirk spread across her face. ‘Funny he mentions the mall, seeing as that’s exactly where I got my method from.’ The last time they’d gone together she’d been showing him around a store he’d never been to before. It specializes in calming methods, and given how stressful being a Jujutsu sorcerer can be, she finds herself drawn there often.

An employee next to them had been showing a few people a new pillow spray, and as soon as they’d spritzed it, Gojo had been bent over into his arm with a rapid fit. She’d had to drag him out of the store. ‘Quite embarrassing at the time, especially given how whiny he can get during an attack, but now? Now I’ll get to use that spray to get payback.’

“Hey, Gojo.”

She cuts into their conversation with ease, used to interrupting them. ‘With those two, someone is always talking. If you wait for a pause, you’ll never get a word in.’ Gojo turns to her with a curious look, across the blanket Geto mimics it, a hint of something deeper flashing through his eyes. She gives him a quick nod, smirk quickly spreading across his face as he attempts to cover it.

“You know how I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping recently? I found a new spray that has been really helping. I thought you might want to have a look at it, I know you sometimes struggle with insomnia too.”

“Oh, that’s kind of you, yeah show me- show me- show me!”

‘Kind isn’t quite the word I’d use, but I appreciate your excitement anyways.’ Pulling it from her bag, she’s unsurprised at the lack of recognition in his eyes. He’s never been one for cataloging irrelevant information, and for some reason he’d decided keeping a list of everything that sets him off was irrelevant.

Taking off the cap, she gives him an open smile, before spraying it right in front of his face. ‘Can’t risk actually hitting him, that would be too suspicious, but I want it to get as close to his nose as possible.’ The result, much to her delight, is instantaneous.

“hhaHhHH-! Wh- whAhht- what kind of sp- spra… sprayisthat… heH’gnDZShh’uuhh-!”

“Something wrong?”

“I think I’m- eH’GNDZSHh’uu-! I think- heHASIhh’oo-! ah’gehhzshh’iew-!”

“Are you okay?”

Geto’s watching carefully, Shoko’s sure he’s keeping count in his head. Still, needing Gojo to believe her facade, she offers sympathy, pulling a travel pack of tissues out of her bag. ‘Tissues that just so happen to be sprayed with the allergen. Still only counts as one method, according to the rules.’

“Y- yeah- hAgzshh’uu-! knDzshh’iee-! Oh, scus- scuseme- heHhh-!”

“Here, take these, you sound like you need them.”

“Th… thhhehHh- thank you- hH’GUHzshh’oo-! aiYISHH’oo-! aHH’DNGZSHh’uu-! Oh god…”

“Blessings, Gojo.”

Finally speaking up, Geto catches Shoko’s eye and mouths ‘nine’. She shoots back a whispered ‘so far’, catching a smile in response. Gojo’s too busy tearing into the pack of tissues to notice any of this, bringing one to his nose as he gets a pause in the sneezing. He manages to blow, breathing a sigh of relief, instantly cut short by an itchy inhale.

“heAHh-! hH’DnZShh’uu-! AYISHH’oo-! KETZSHHH’oo-! What the- henGT-! ainGT’shoo-!”

“Blessings indeed, Gojo. Are you alright?”

“The ti- tihhhckle- heH’kNGDT-! haAHh-! eh’dnZZShh’oo-! Scuse me- the tickle got wo- wo… worse… I’m… I’m gonna… heHh-!”

Shoko smirks as the tears start pooling in Gojo’s eyes, his nose quivering as it starts to flush a brilliant shade of pink. ‘Time to implement phase two: suggestions. Just gotta be careful not to tip my hand. He’s attempting to stifle, which will only help, it only makes the tickle stronger.’

“You must be allergic to the spray, I’m so sorry, I had no idea!”

“heH-! hh’gndJSHH’uu-! AIYShhh’iew-! heH’DJZSHh’uu-!”

“Oh, bless you. Sounds really itchy, are yo-”

“hH’DJEZSHh’aa-! Sh- Shoko- waaitt… ahh’keTShh’oo-!”

“-you feeling it? The burning sensation-”

“eh’GnDJZSH’aahh-! hAHh’inGKt-!”

“-filling your sinuses? Like a feather, gen-"

“nGEHT’choo-! hePt’choo-! eNgEHP’choo-!”

“-gently brushing the inside of your nose?”

“heAIISHH’uhh-! eh’GdJZShh’uu-! I need… I’m gonna… I can’t…!”

Geto gives her a pointed look, lightly tapping his wrist. ‘Time’s almost up, time for the home stretch. Gotta make sure I get one last fit outta him. I know exactly what to say.’ Gojo’s nose is pressed into his wrist, trembling with allergic need as the tears keep flowing down his cheeks, seemingly making the tickle even worse as they brush up against the edges of his nose.

“I’m so sorry, Gojo. If I’d have known you were this allergic I never would have sprayed it so close to your nose! I mean, the droplets must have just floated through the air, gently landing on your skin, right on the tip of your nose-”

“Cru- Cruel Shoko- hEH’EDZSHH’uu-! eh’KTZSHhh’aa-! aiYISHH-keATzhh’oo-!”

With that, Shoko meets Geto’s eyes one last time, mouthing ‘how many?’, quite satisfied by the ‘thirty-two’ she receives in return. Her satisfaction only rises as Gojo ducks into his arm with another tightly stifled burst, Geto raising an eyebrow at the display.

“hH’KNGt’choo-! iNGt’choo-! hah’DNGt’choo-!”

“Blessings, Gojo.”

“Snff- Thank you, Geto. Guhhh… I’m gonna be itc- itchy… hh’GNZshh’iew-! for the rest of the day.”

Shoko pulls the tissues from Gojo’s lap while his focus is aimed towards Geto, replacing them with a second pack from her bag. ‘As fun as it is to watch you suffer, my attempt is over, no need to prolong the exposure. This reaction is gonna last for most of the day anyways.’

“Blow again, it might help dispel some of the allergen.”

“Yeah, good- eh’aISHH’uu-! good idea. Ya know, that may help you sleep, but I’m- heHh-! hEZSHHH’aa-! I’m getting the vague notion it wouldn’t do the same for me.”

Geto laughs, a smile tearing through Gojo’s itchy face at the sound, Shoko soon joining in. ‘Always one step removed, just outside the joke, but that’s okay. At least for now, I’m in on the joke while Gojo isn’t. I can live with that.’

Final Results: Thirty-Two (32) sneezes from Shoko’s Attempt. Method Use/Application: Linen spray Gojo is allergic to, sprayed in front of face/on tissues presented to him. Sneezy talk was also implemented, increasing success.

~~ Geto’s Attempt ~~

‘Shoko’s try yielded better results then I was counting on. I may know more about Gojo but some facts escape even my grasp. I had no idea he was so allergic to that spray. However, that wasn’t what set her apart, it’s her cunning. She explained to me after that she sprayed it on the tissues. Truly genius, I would’ve never thought of that.’

This time it’s Geto’s turn to approach the duo, eyes closing as he smiles, Gojo giving a shout and Shoko putting out her cigarette. ‘I guess she doesn’t want to be called out for interference. It’s no matter, I don’t plan on letting anything distract me from my attempt. I didn’t have to think long about what to use, just how to best utilize it.’

“Geto! Shoko was just telling me about a new type of chocolate she saw the other day! Can we go buy some? Pleaaaase? Pretty please?”

“You still owe me for the last pack I bought you.”

“Aw, come on, you know you wannaaa~! You don’t wanna deny me of my happiness, do you?”

“You can have happiness without chocolates, Gojo.”

“How could you say such things?”

Gojo lets a pout spread over his face, lightly huffing as he leans his head against Geto’s shoulder. ‘Dramatic as always. Though, I guess that’s the reason we came up with this little challenge in the first place. One I’m sure to win with what I have planned.’ His mind starts to drift back to the first time he got to witness Gojo and lavender in the same room.

They’d been in a meeting together, the higher ups needing something Geto can’t recall now. It’s not of importance, even at the time it was one of the last things on his mind. Front and center was Gojo’s losing battle against the vase of lavender sitting almost mocking him on the table.

Normally, should the situation call for it, Gojo could hold off an allergy attack for hours, or at least upwards of twenty minutes. However, against the lavender he lasted no more than three, needing to leave the room just after seven because he was no longer able to form full words between the sneezing. The higher ups had been quite irritated, but today it would serve Geto well.

“Earth to Geto? Suuuguruuu? You there?”

“Huh?”

“Jeez, what is it with you two lately? Did I miss something, or is it just ‘stare off into the abyss with a smile creeping at your mouth’ season?”

“Sorry, I was just reminiscing.”

“Any particular memory you want to share, Geto?”

Shoko offers, eyes flashing with mischief as Geto sends a dark look in her direction, quickly replaced by a smile as she playfully sticks out her tongue.

“Not at the moment.”

“Oh, I know! Why don’t we play ‘share your favourite memory of Gojo’!”

“Yeah, no.”

“Aw Shoko, you’re no fun.”

Geto chuckles, ruffling Gojo’s hair as he gazes up from behind his sunglasses. ‘Just placing the lavender near him wouldn’t work. He could either leave the area, or the attack might not surpass thirty-two. The reason it had such a severe effect in the meeting was likely do to the pollen having a chance to gather in that tiny room.’

“Gojo, I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? You shouldn’t have!”

“Well if you don’t want i-”

“Hey, woah-woah-woah- of course I want it-!”

Reaching into his bag, Geto starts to set his plan in motion. ‘My best chance is getting some form of lavender where I can get it near his nose, close enough for the pollen to have a chance to float around him, but not obvious enough that he’ll just avoid it. I think this is the perfect solution.’

Making direct eye contact with Shoko, Geto sends her a message clearly. ‘My attempt is about to begin, get ready’. His hands grip around the present, placing it gently on Gojo’s head, fighting a smirk at the joy filling Gojo’s eyes.

“A flower crown!?”

“Yes. You showed me how to make them a while back, and so I made this one myself. I thought you might appreciate it-”

“Suguru… I love it! What kind of flowers are these?”

“Mostly sakura, though I did add a few other plants I found in the area to tie it together.”

‘If I just used lavender he’d simply take it off when he started sneezing. However, given that it’s not a type of flower he’s allergic to, it won’t be his first thought. Because of that, he’ll be too focused on sneezing to worry about removing it, letting the hidden lavender keep sending wafts of pollen down into his face. Plus, I made sure the sakura was quite pollen soaked. He’s not allergic, but with his nose already being set off from the lavender, the sickly sweet smell is sure to prompt a few extra sneezes.’

“It’s bea- hEHh-! Oh, scuse me. It’s beautiful.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just thou- ahHh-! Hehh… thought I was… o- oh… I am…. I’m- hH’DjZEShh’oo-!”

“Blessings, Satoru.”

“iHh’kETChh’uu-! S- sorry I… eH’DtjZSh’iew-! hEh’kezzchh-aiyshhh’aa-knGT’choo-!”

“And again.”

A glance over to Shoko tells Geto she’s keeping track, fingers tapping against the railing she’s leaning on with every sneeze. Gojo lets out a faint whine, hand coming up to scrub at his nose as tears start dripping from his eyes.

“hH’GNt’choo-! ehH-! Ohfuck- hH’NGT-EINGT-nNGT-knDT’choo-! aINGT’choo-! hAH’DJZSHHEW-!”

“Christ, Satoru, bless you.”

“knngT-! aIghNT’choo-! hH’YEZSHH’aa-! AIYShh’oo-! neH’GEDT’choo-!”

Geto risks another look at Shoko, barely containing his smirk at the dumbfounded expression she’s wearing as Gojo frantically fans his face. ‘I haven’t even started talking about the tickle yet. He’s more allergic than I remembered. I almost feel bad…’ His thoughts are cut off by Gojo pressing his rapidly twitching nose into Geto’s shoulder, hitching against the fabric of his shirt. ‘And that’s why it’s only almost.’

“henGT’choo-! hH’DEHgnT’choo-!”

“You should stop that, you’re not-”

“heH’KNDTZSHH’uhh-! ihh’GNXXZT’choo-!”

“-gonna be able to catch a breath.”

“You- you’re right… Suguru it- it tihhhhckles… hEaHh-! AIYZSZHH’uu-! kuh’MMZSHH’aa-!”

Gojo’s voice is muffled from the congestion already seeping through the cracks, and Geto feels a pang of guilt tear at his heart. It’s quickly replaced by something calmer as Gojo aims the next fit at Geto’s chest, flower crown shaking lightly as he ducks his head, only releasing more pollen. ‘Sorry Satoru, but this is well deserved. Time for a little power of suggestion.’

“aH’GnZH’euu-! hehHh-! hH’MMZSHHH’oo-!”

“Blessings. Those sound quite itchy-”

“emmpffshh’oo-! hEPT’choo-! ehP’choo-!”

“-don’t they? Something bothering your sensitive-”

“hHMPPT’choo-! AInGT’choo-! S- Suguru- hNGT’choo-! heH’KDZGT’choo-!”

“-nose? I bet it’s tickling something awful, isn’t it?”

Meeting Gojo’s watery eyes, Geto lets himself slip right into stage three of his plan, time quickly running out. ‘Knowing him, he should be sensitive enough by now that just the word sneeze will set him off. Let’s try to get a handful more. I believe I’ll win anyways, but better safe than sorry.’

“eNGXXT’choo-!”

“Don’t you just-”

“hepDT’choo-!”

“-have to…”

“hAhHh-!”

“Sneeze so badly?”

“hAH’ADJZSHH’uu-! keTSCHH’aa-! AIYZSHH’uhh-!”

“Blessings again for those sneezes.”

“I kn- know what…. Ohgod- hEH’EDZSHHEW-! guhhH’DNZSHH’oo-! I know what you’re doing.”

“Doing? I’m simply blessing you as you sneeze.”

“AIYZSHH’oo-! hH’GNkZSHH’uhh-!”

Taking pity on him as Shoko mouths ‘time’s up’, Geto pulls the crown from Gojo’s hair, tossing it to the side as the sneezy man ducks into his arm for another fit. ‘Whoops… maybe I should have removed it a bit sooner…’

“iNGt’choo-! heASHH’oo-! kEtCSHh-aizshh-kezZSHH’uu-!”

“Bless you Satoru…”

“You- hEHnGT’choo-! Sound quite gui- guilty- eh’knSHH’uhh-! Guilty, Suguru. Why ever could- hh’gEZSHH’aa-! Christ… Could that be? Wouldn’t have any-hNGSHH’iew-! Anything to do with my having two allergy attacks in the past four days, would it?”

Geto’s eyes snap to the floor, a warm tint starting to spread across his cheeks, Shoko chuckling as she lightly pats Gojo’s back, letting her eyes close with a slight huff.

“I think he’s caught us, Geto.”

“I believe so.”

“hNNSCHh’iew-! Would someone care to explain to me what’s going on exactly?”

“Of course, but first we should probably get you some allergy medication. There was lavender in the flower crown.”

Gojo’s watery glare meets Geto, his mouth hanging open. ‘Probably less from shock and more for the sake of breathing. I doubt much is flowing through his sinuses right about now.’ Geto can’t help but smile at the sight, pink nose vibrating as Gojo attempts to end the attack by pinching it shut, tears streaming from his gorgeous eyes. ‘If he wasn’t so miserable, I’d want to see this side of him more often, he’s quite adorable like this.’

“I want to be mad bu- knDJZSSH’uu-! But I proooobably deserved this.”

Laughter erupts from the group, Shoko nearly falling over as it bursts from her chest, Geto pulling Gojo closer as they start walking back into the school, explaining the competition to a still sneezing Gojo.

Shoko leads them to her office where she keeps a stash of medications for situations like this. ‘Well, not exactly like this,’ Geto chuckles to himself, ‘I doubt there’s even been a situation quite like this one. Oh, that reminds me-’

“Say, Shoko, I did win, didn’t I? Even not counting-”

“hHNGTshh’aa-!”

“-the bonus ones?”

“Unfortunately, yes. It’s not like I stood a chance in the first place, you two obviously know more about each other.”

“Actually, I didn’t know he was allergic to that spray. That was all you.”

“Huh, really? Interesting. Oh- I guess you want to know the numbers?”

Geto flashes a smile, eyes wrinkling as Gojo whips around with another small fit aimed at the floor. He nods at Shoko, murmuring a blessing against Gojo’s hair as he convulses.

“heh’gnZSHhh’oo-! eh’kshhh’iew-! heHh-! hAH’DTZShhh’uu-!”

“Again, not counting the extras, you rang in at forty-two. Exactly ten more than mine, surprisingly enough.”

“Oh Christ, that wasn’t counting the ones I- hH’gnZZShh’aa-! I’m still doing?”

A blush spreads across Gojo’s face, one of the strongest sorcerers in the Jujutsu world apparently not immune to embarrassment. Shoko offers a laugh in response, rummaging through her desk until she finds a blister pack, handing it over. Geto grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, passing it to Gojo with another blessing, lightly cupping his face for just a second.

“I saw that, ya know.”

This time both men blush, Shoka rolling her eyes playfully, then throwing a box of tissues at Geto. Gojo hastily yanks out a handful, blowing his nose with a deep groan before sniffling into the pile.

“Clean him up, will ya? It’s been a long day, I’m headed home.”

“hH’AieZSHH’uu-!”

“Let’s play again some time, shall we, Shoko?”

“Yes, let’s. Next time I’ll beat you for sure.”

“hAH’ZASHH’oo-! How ‘bout next time it’s a free for all? I’d like a little chance for revenge.”

“This was the revenge, Satoru. Ours.”

“Oh fine, but you two owe me some chocolates! Oh- oh, and mochi!”

Shoko smacks Gojo upside the head as Geto lets a laugh burst from his chest, the other two soon joining in harmony.

The world outside may be a dangerous place for a Jujutsu sorcerer, and the three of them aren’t immune to the stress, but right here, right now, they’re just three friends sharing a laugh.

Final Results: Forty-Two (42) sneezes from Geto’s Attempt. Method Use/Application: Lavender hidden in a flower crown already dripping with sakura pollen. Also used suggestibility, increasing success with sneezy talk.

#waterfallwrites #is this way too long? yes. have i not slept enough to be writing this much? also yes.#am i posting it anyways bc i loved writing it and the concept was so fun to me? yes #anyways thank you to anyone who bothers to read this #and i hope you enjoy!!!#snz #snzkink #snzfic #j/jk #g/ojo #g/eto #s/atosugu

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