#only the softest eyes for their most precious sibling

[gamelpar]

the bois looking at omega oh ever so softly...

bonus rex

[feyascorner]

before my nails dig

summary. in which one of Astarion's especially vivid nightmares results in him waking up to Tav at the mercy of his own hands...and the shame that comes with it.

warnings. angst, fluff, comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!reader

a/n. someone pls get this man therapy that's all i ask,,, also this takes place sometime during act 3 before you confront cazador!! first post too so pls forgive typos

Had breathing always been this hard?

It's not like he had to breathe anyway. The undead have more perks than one would think, and having no need for air was one that became particularly useful in unexpected ways. Yet as he stands in Cazador's dungeon again--a place he longs to rid from the darkest corners of his mind--all he can do is stumble over his own breath, crimson eyes darting around frantically in search of an exit.

And suddenly, his siblings are at the mercy of the ascension, floating helplessly in the chains of a red aura--Cazador's aura. Despite the chaos, Astarion's eyes narrow in on the one pedestal with no occupant, and he realizes it's his own designated place.

It's getting harder to breathe now.

A breath creeps up behind his shoulder, sending pure dread throughout his entire body as he hears Cazador's voice far too close than he ever wanted it to be.

"Wake up, child. This is all you've ever been meant for."

Astarion whips around and lunges at the man, his hands wrapping viciously around the throat he's fantasized about ripping apart for the past two hundred years. His nails dig into the flesh of the vampire lord's neck, leaving indents in the shape of crescent moons, just enough to cause panic but not enough to draw blood. But Cazador only cackles, his eyes staring right into Astarion's as he hollers over and over again.

"Wake up."

"Wake up!"

"--Astarion!"

The spawn's eyes snap open, recognition finally flooding his expression as he finds himself staring down at you. The very face he sees in the softest of dreams, the lips he longs to kiss at every waking moment, and the eyes that gaze at him with the love and adoration he's been missing for most of his wretched eternal life. Though he'd never admit it, you saved him. From the moment he'd threatened your life at the nautiloid crash to the moment he held you close to his chest in the confines of his tent, he would be by your side until you tired of him and threw him away.

All he wanted--all he could wish for--was only a fraction of it in return. And you'd given him that, and so much more.

But now, you're scared. Terrified, even. Of him.

With horror, he realizes his fingers are digging into your throat. Your precious, tender throat that you offer him not for something in return, but simply because you care for him.

All at once as he tears his hands away, he wants to cut them off and bury himself in his own grave again. He doesn't meet your eyes, afraid of what disgust might be held in them, but he knows you're too kind for that. Too kind to see the kind of monster he is.

You're gasping for your breath, and his stomach knots in a way that would have sent him hurling if it weren't for the fact that he's too occupied drinking in what he's done. To you.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, Astarion," you choke out, perching on both your elbows as you struggle to recover. Even now, all you seem to care about is him. He almost hates you for it--hates you for not stabbing a stake through his heart the moment his hands met your neck. "Astarion-"

"Your throat," he croaks, despising the slight crack of his voice as he reaches for your cheek, but stops before he even gets close. He doesn't trust himself to open his mouth again.

"It's okay, really, I can just get Shadowheart to heal me," you shake your head, and he finds himself in disbelief as you crawl toward him, tossing the sheets to the side. He shifts the slightest away and you understand, immediately sitting back down. You look like you want to say something, but you close your mouth and watch him patiently, as if waiting for him to make the first move.

After a suffocating silence, he turns his back to you. "I'll be sleeping elsewhere tonight."

He intends of never sharing a room with you again, in fear of what he could possibly do to you as a result of his selfish desires to keep you close, and you seem to pick up on the tone of his words. You always do. "Astarion, please."

"I do apologize, sincerely. I'll form a better apology tomorrow, but for now, I'll fetch Shadowheart or that damned wizard and-"

He fights the urge to shiver when he feels your hand on his. How you manage to have such an impact on him with a simple touch he does not know, and does not care because all he wants is more. To pull you close, to beg you to keep him, to use him, to punch him, strangle him for all he cared, in hopes you'll even consider ever speaking to him again. Instead, he turns to look at you.

Gods, you're beautiful.

Even with those terrible bruises he'd go to hell and earth to take back, your beauty in unmatched with anything he's ever seen. Even with the bed hair and the anxiousness pursing your lips, he can't bring himself to look away again.

"Please stay. I'm not mad, nor afraid."

The words sound like honey on your tongue.

"Please," You say again, slowly this time. "Stay."

His chest feels tight, threatening to tear itself apart as his voice comes out in a crooked whisper. "I could have killed you."

"You didn't."

"If you died too, I don't know--what would I even do with myself? What would I-" He hates it when he sounds like this. Vulnerable, or as Cazador liked to call it: pathetic. But he can't help the words tumbling out his blasted mouth with the way you're gazing at him with nothing but worry. Somehow, with you, it feels strange.

Refreshing, almost.

Your hand squeezes around his as if to remind him you're still here. He meets your eyes again and it's all it takes to break what little will he has left, as he lets you pull him close in a crushing hug--one that's all too welcomed.

And as the two of you lie awake in each other's embrace, he thanks all the gods he doesn't worship for putting you on his path.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

[love-toxin]

king of the castle - kaeya

a/n: i had some other fics in progress but this concept had me in a chokehold the entire day. enjoy

warnings: female reader, dom/sub, hard dom kaeya, sadism, degradation, dirty talk, roleplay, spanking, whipping, impact/temperature play, choking/belt choking, bruises, unprotected sex, threats, jealousy, possessiveness, sibling rivalry, i guess you can call it a cuckholding kink, praise, pet names, aftercare

word count: 4.3k

"So you're gonna whore yourself out to my brother, huh?"

Kaeya slapped his open palm with the belt. The sound alone made you flinch, and he just seemed to revel in it rather than shy away. 

"Answer me. You love Diluc? You want him instead of me?"

"K-Kaeya-" 

He brought it down even harder this time, the leather leaving a harsh-looking splotch against his toned skin. Your punishment was growing closer with each one, but he didn't seem at all fazed. He seemed excited.

"Just tell me, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you." 

Liar. You could see it in his eyes--he had a lust for pain that overwhelmed all other warning signs in his brain. Kaeya was the definition of a sadist, his pleasure derived entirely from seeing you suffer, and he seemed to constantly be coming up with new ways to do so that would humiliate you even more than the last. He slid the leather down the raised flesh of his hand, and ripped a yelp from you when he smacked you on the inside of the thigh with it. 

"Clamming up, are we? I think that's enough of an answer." 

Finally, he climbed up on the bed he'd shoved you into, his stance predatory as he crawled towards you slowly and nudged your legs apart. Not once did his grip loosen on his weapon of choice, though his pants slid just slightly down his lean hips from the lack of support, revealing even more of his stomach that sloped down into an illustrious 'v'. With a gloved hand, he reached up to grab a handful of your arm and yanked you over on to your stomach, his strength just an afterthought for him but a terrifying obstacle for you. Kaeya could throw you around however he wanted to, if he wanted to, and you were just a delicate little toy that would break once he decided to play a little too rough. 

"Tell me all the things you like about him. One for each swat." 

Kaeya grabbed your hips to hike them up, your knees lifting up to prop you into a face-down position. He liked you the most like this. Vulnerable. 

Even better was when he yanked your bottoms down, flimsy as they were, and in his haste tore through the middle and tossed the shredded remnants aside. He spoke and you listened, he gave his orders and you obeyed--but this was something you couldn't do. Kaeya made you swear that you would never lie to him and you had kept to that, as much as he used it to manipulate you into doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. 

"I-I don't...I don't-"

The words just barely spilled over your lips even as you tried to push them out. It was just too hard, but Kaeya didn't care. You earned an even harder spank for that, right on the inside of your bare thigh where he knew you'd be the most sensitive. 

"Speak up. Or else I'll mess up that pretty face of yours instead." 

As if to hammer that point home, you felt the dig of his fingers into the back of your skull as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, and shoved your face deeper into the sheets of the bed. They were soft, fortunately, but it was so degrading that you just wanted to melt into the bed and disappear. You even felt the dark chuckle rumbling in his chest as he ground his hips up against you from behind, your top sliding up your back far enough that he could drag the expensive leather down your skin, from the top of your spine all the way to your cheeks that trembled when he landed a smack on one of them. 

"You're pretty stubborn, aren't you? Is it really Diluc, then? It's not someone else, is it?" 

With the belt gripped tight he swatted you again in the same place, the skin there already growing so hot you could feel it radiating off of you. But while your attention was drawn to the stinging pain that you knew was only going to get worse, the hand that had tangled itself in your hair had started trailing downwards, fingertips light and cool as he left little splotches of frost in his wake that melted just as quickly. Once he found that little spot between your legs, however, he didn't reserve the same gentleness and pressed the pad of a freezing cold thumb firmly against your clit. You cried out, squirmed, struggled to vocalize anything more than a gasp--but Kaeya held you in place, and his smirk burned into you from behind like a brand. 

"Tell me, doll. You can't keep your little secrets from me anyways, so you may as well fess up." 

He ground his thumb in harder the longer you went without speaking, but soon enough he switched to an easier method to have you talk--he pinched your clit between two of his fingers and squeezed, the tips even colder than before to the point that it made your mind blank for a moment or two. Just to add to the humiliation, he forced you up with his other hand and ordered you to take off your shirt, your chest on full display for him to watch your nipples pebble and your skin prickle at the cold chill that he was responsible for. 

"Mondstadt? Liyue? Give me some clues. You're not trying to get in with the Fatui, are you?" 

He laughed but not from joy, rather in a mocking way that mimicked a childhood bully or an egotistical villain. If you could see him from your position, you had no doubts that he was grinning in that devilish way when he had something he wanted in his grasp, but with a slight twist to your tingling little bud your thoughts snapped right back to the present. A soft groan slipped from you, and unbeknownst to you, it made his cock stir into an even harder arousal than he already had going. At this point he was in danger of popping a button off those tight pants. 

"You just can't keep your legs closed, can you? I think they'd like you, actually. That redhead seemed to love watching you walk away, huh?" 

Evidently his attention waned for the moment and he released his stifling grip on your clit, only so that he could drag his fingers up your slit and part your lips just enough to feel for the soft flesh beneath, his fingers quickly growing sticky as your juices leaked all down his hand and towards his wrist. Kaeya's most precious desire was his affinity for abusing the softest, most sensitive parts of you, and so you knew for certain that this uncharacteristic gentleness would soon make way for pain that you wouldn't recover easily from, both physically and emotionally. 

"...No? Then what about the bard? You want him to write some love poems for you, princess?" 

No matter how you answered it would be used against you--either Kaeya would take it the wrong way or he wouldn't believe you at all. So you kept your mouth shut and tried to bury your noises into the sheets below, his fingers lithe and skilled enough that he had the power to draw some rather unsavoury sounds from you if he really wanted to. And when he plunged two of them inside despite how tightly you squeezed around him, he exercised that power quite easily to the point that the shame burned your face all the way to the tips of your ears. 

"How about this? You tell me exactly who it is you're trying to run away with, and I won't drop you naked into the nearest hillichurl camp." 

The threat rolled off his tongue so easily as to be criminal. The icy chill that surrounded him already made you shiver, but the thought of him throwing you to the wolves both literally and figuratively turned your thoughts to panic. Perhaps he wouldn't really do something so horrific, but the way he talked you through the scenario with a smugness lacing his words certainly made it feel so, each sentence punctuated with a curl of those dastardly fingers into your sweet spots. 

"No vision, no weapons, no defenses...how long do you think your precious little body will hold up? Five minutes? My bet's on five seconds." 

To prove his point, he spread his digits inside you without warning and listened for the muffled keen that erupted from your throat, his efforts rewarded with a gush of slick, syrupy arousal that clung to your skin as he pulled away and left a trail behind. You expected him to wipe it off with little regard, but instead you heard a strange noise from behind, and turned your head out of curiosity to see him sucking your mess off of every finger. With his half-gloves thoroughly ruined he yanked those off too, and like a true sadist, he took the chance to savour your pathetic expressions and beat your ass again with the thickest part of his belt, a welt surely already rising to your skin as you cried out in pain. 

"You think the Dark Knight Hero would save you then? Or would he take advantage of a shivering little crybaby who owes him her life in exchange?" 

Another smack, and then another still, and you were certain that you wouldn't be able to sit properly for the next few days. Kaeya dragged you deeper and deeper into his fantasy, and it was only then that you truly worried that Diluc might somehow hear the two of you and come to investigate. Your thoughts even drifted to the scenario Kaeya proposed, about the possibility of Diluc taking what he was owed from you...about taking you away from Kaeya, who you should've known by now owned every piece of you. Even your thoughts, which he always seemed privy to--and now was no exception, his nails teasing down your spine so you'd have no choice but to pay attention. 

"Why don't I just carve that into your skin for him, hm? 'Diluc's loyal whore', you want that on your back? What about your legs, where everyone can see?" 

The moment his fingers crested over the hill of your poor, beaten behind, he whipped you again with the belt hard enough that you were already starting to bruise, and this time the tears finally spilled out when you'd been trying to hold them in. He rubbed one of his palms over the sore, swollen globes of your ass, the skin-to-skin contact soothing your aches with the chill and causing you to push back against his touch--and he just snickered and made a passing comment about your neediness, to which you responded by whimpering his name under your breath with a plea for mercy. 

The wrong name. The name that didn't belong in your mouth, that caused your eyes to widen and a fresh set of tears to plummet down your cheeks as you hurried to try and backtrack. 'Diluc' this and 'Diluc' that, it wasn't your fault for stumbling over your words--but did he care? 

Of course he didn't. 

"...I knew it."

Kaeya's grip became hot and painful once again, a handprint stung into your skin as he slapped you with an open palm across the cheeks. It didn't look like he needed his tool anymore--because he leaned over to wrap it around your neck, the leather sliding hotly over your skin as he tightened the buckle to keep it in place. To keep you in place, exactly where he decided you should be. 

"Does it hurt?"

With words failing you, you nodded your head as much as you could--the leather dug into your skin and you already felt as though you were going to suffocate, and your tears were a clear giveaway that the cocktail of both pain and pleasure was starting to overwhelm you. 

"Good, you deserve to suffer a little bit for being a slut. Especially if it amuses me." 

As he spoke he fiddled with the makeshift collar, the peg loosening two holes more until it sat more comfortably--and once he was finished you felt his lips against the back of your neck, his grip on the belt growing taut only when he felt you take a deep breath against his touch. Kaeya straightened back up and fiddled with something else this time, his pants sliding easily down his legs to free the beast he'd been restraining within, and with a sigh on his lips you jolted against something stiff prodding at your vulnerable little opening. He took his time in making a move, maybe to tease you or maybe for his own enjoyment, but he made sure to wet the tip generously with your slick, before sliding himself up your slit one last time and slowly spreading you open on his cock that was cool to the touch. Only about halfway in did he release the breath he'd sucked in through his teeth, and by then he had tugged on your leash hard enough for your head to tip back and your lips to part enough for him to steal a kiss from you. 

"Filthy little cocktease...you don't have the right to be so tight. You'd think all your little boyfriends would've loosened you up-!"

He cut himself off with an unexpected gasp, his legs shaking almost unnoticed as he halted himself to steady his breathing. But once he had collected himself he was right back on top, your cheeks flush with new tears as he yanked on the belt hard enough to drag you back further on his cock. With one hand grasping at the sheets you brought the other up on instinct to grab at the collar, but even getting a finger underneath it was impossible as he started rocking his hips into you from behind and choking you with his belt in harmony with each thrust. 

"I can't wait for him to see you when I'm finished. You think he'll give you a bath and clean your wounds, babydoll?" 

All at once the air escaped from your lungs, but all you got to replace it were desperate coughs and foolish attempts to try and catch a breath. Meanwhile Kaeya pummeled you from behind regardless, his wicked glee only rising the longer he watched you struggle for air as he ripped every breath from your lungs with his thrusts. At the very least his preparation ensured a smooth drag of your walls around him, but the fact that your stomach churned as he reached depths further than he should didn't help in the least--especially when he moaned out his humiliating comments about how your body needed him so much it was sucking him in even deeper.

"Nah. He'll use you just the same as I will. He'll take advantage of you the second he gets the chance." 

Somehow he seemed to have regained his composure, and returned to taunting you with a hand resting threateningly just above your hip, daring you to say something back so he could spank you again. But you clung to the spare moments of reprieve when his grip loosened on the belt, and you were afforded a quick breath of air before he pulled it taut again and yanked you back to meet his punishing thrusts. Slowly you were growing dizzier, and Kaeya's voice floated about your head like he was speaking right next to your ear.

"You wanna be Diluc's little slut? You want him to cum all over your cute face like I do?"

No, you wanted to say. You wanted to speak but he made it impossible, all you could do was take his hips bruising your behind and his feverish tugging as he choked you, your mind filled with nothing but the feeling of Kaeya making you his. 

"He's nothing like me. He'll never satisfy you like I can." 

With his voice reduced to a growl in his chest he yanked on your impromptu leash again, but this time it was to tip your head back far enough to kiss you again, and so he could taste your tongue on his before breaking off so messily he left a string of spit connecting your lips. 

"Settle for your second best, then. As long as I get to fuck you, I don't care--he can have my sloppy seconds all he wants." 

The force was unneeded at this point, your body to the point of collapsing on its own--but with the heel of his hand on the small of your back he shoved your hips down to the bed, using his own as leverage to keep you there while his thrusts grew even more erratic. Whatever else he had to say got jumbled up with whines and groans peppered in, and just when you felt your own consciousness start to slip away from you, he shoved a hand beneath your hip and searched until he found what he was looking for. With the pads of two of his fingers Kaeya rubbed up against your clit again, though this time was with skin cold enough that it shocked your system into an orgasm you weren't ready for. 

Your mind whited out within moments, the heat in your belly swirling into a cool feeling that rose all the way up into your chest, and your fingers twitched and curled to bite into your palms with your nails while the rest of your body shuddered underneath him. Kaeya himself seemed to be reaping the rewards on his own end, your cunt spasming wildly around him and clenching him like a vice until he felt that same warmth wash over his body. Leaving himself to bask in the feeling until the very end, he pulled out just before it was too late and released his hold on the belt, instead replacing it around his cock to aim where he wanted. His cum jetted out in thin ropes as you anticipated, yet you still flinched weakly at every spurt that landed against your back, the cold chill of it still unusual enough to take you a bit by surprise. 

Your focus continued to waver as you lay there prone, your body so worn out that he could do as he pleased without hassle. But a rush of warm shivers raced up and down your spine as Kaeya laved his tongue against your sweat-soaked flesh, each sticky glob of his love either licked up or sucked off of you until you were as you were before, mostly. Afterwards he unbuckled the belt from your neck, and it was then that the mood finally turned and he flipped you over on your back so you could catch his smile as he leaned over you.

"Nice to see you again, princess."

He dipped down to take another kiss, though this one was a hundred times softer and not liable to leave a bruise this time, his lips like the petals of a mist flower as he slowly broke away. 

"C'mere, come cuddle with Kaeya, baby...you want some water? Your throat probably hurts after all that.." 

His tone had come down too, so much gentler and with an obvious tinge of sympathy just above a whisper. As he settled back in bed and tucked you into his side, he brushed his fingers over the bruises already blooming across your throat, taking great care only to use the most sensitive touch as he cooled your skin down just enough to take some of the pain away. 

"You made me feel so special, little one--you're such a precious little treasure, aren't you?"

The love in his voice and in the way he looked at you was a complete turnaround from a few minutes ago, but you were glad to cling to the change in your Kaeya--though your body was still working a little faster than your mind, and a few words fell from your lips before you could think twice about them. 

"I-I don't...I don't like Diluc, Kaeya...I promise.."

You finally croaked out your reply and Kaeya was on you in seconds, his fingers running through your hair as he kissed the corner of your mouth, just where he could reach without straining you too hard in your vulnerable state. Under normal circumstances he liked to coddle you on occasion, and right now was no exception. 

"I know you don't, honey. I know. You're such a good girl. You're my good little girl." 

He brought his hand back up to rub the top of your head, and had you lift it up just enough for him to lay his arm underneath so you could use it as a pillow. And while you caught your breath and came down from such a shaky high, he took your chin into his hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, his mouth parted in awe shifting into a genuine, toothy smile. He kissed you again, and this time you swore the world paused for just a moment. 

"I love you more than the whole world. You're the little shooting star in my heart--you're my everything."

Kaeya touched you like you were glass, like you were a precious piece that he feared breaking, unlike the façade he'd put up just a while ago. This was your favourite part of the experience...Kaeya doting on you as he loved to do, and never wanting to let you out of arm's reach. 

"You're Kaeya's little princess, understand? And since you were such a good girl, I'm gonna get you a present. Whatever you ask for." 

Such an offer wasn't something you came by often, and at once your mind wandered to what you might ask of your lover as a reward for being his. But there was only one thing you wanted at the moment, and you murmured it just loud enough for him to hear and have a little chuckle about it. 

"Wine? Well of course you can, but we won't count that as your gift. I'll go fetch us a nice, big bottle--you just wait right there for me."

As loathe as he was to leave you, and as much as you didn't want to watch him go, he heaved himself up off the bed and reached for his clothes, the uniform out of sorts and messy in a way that he didn't really care about at the moment. Leaving his coat be as it would only be a brisk walk, he buttoned his shirt up halfway and stepped into his boots, before turning and leaning over you one last time with a kiss to your forehead. 

"I love you, my princess. Be right back."

With that you bid him a brief goodbye, and while you rested your weary bones he sauntered out the corridor and down the steps into the night air, a warm haze settled over Mondstadt in the late evening when most had gone to bed. 

But there were few places that were still open and Angel's Share was one of them, the tavern so close that he pulled on the door within minutes and took a step into the soft chatter of the tavern. Only a spare few patrons still milled about, all having spent more than enough to be too inebriated to pay attention--and at the counter was an all-too-familiar redhead, washing a glass with little purpose while he caught his gaze as he walked in. Diluc said nothing even as he approached the counter, and just turned away with a soft grunt when he picked out the perfect wine to take back to you. No small talk needed. Neither of them wanted it anyways. 

"While I'm here, I'll give this back."

As Diluc set the bottle on the counter, Kaeya couldn't miss the sudden flash of emotion in his eyes at what he'd set down in front of him. The letter with a very familiar seal stared back at the bartender, and he just couldn't help himself from digging it in just a bit more while he had the chance. 

"Shame she didn't see it in time." 

He would've had to be an idiot not to know exactly what it was when he found it tucked inside your coat pocket, the well-placed gift going totally unbeknownst to you as Kaeya snatched it up when the opportunity presented itself. He hadn't really planned on telling you his own feelings until later--but love always managed to find a way, didn't it?

"Don't worry. I'm sure she would've let you down gently."

"...I think you have somewhere to be, Kaeya."

Heat radiated off of Diluc, and it wasn't the normal aftereffect of his vision that most who possessed them experienced. He knew well enough when his brother was furious, if the way he turned his grimace towards the floor wasn't proof enough. 

"I do, in fact. Have a splendid night."

With the bottle in hand, he spun on his heels and strolled right back out where he came, the open door making way for another breeze of pleasantly warm air through the stale musk of the tavern. 

"...Oh, and before you go, there's something else."

He only just found the energy to lazily turn his head back over his shoulder, and was met with one of the most fiery glares he'd ever seen in his life, Diluc's hand that had come down on the counter setting the letter ablaze and reducing it to ash in his fist.

"Never come into my bar again." 

With one last smirk, Kaeya let the door shut behind him as he stepped back out into a lovely Mondstadt evening, the sounds of glass shattering echoing his footsteps as he wandered back to the one he always knew he deserved. 

[bokugaos]

Territory

＞﹏＜ koutarou-nii just has to be the first here!! @aoyukai​ @kiyokens​ @shoyokuns​ for this nd helping nd encouraging me yesterday ILY’ALL MWAH

length: ~2k

warnings — yandere!bokuto, pseudo-incest, virgin reader

Bokuto can’t get enough of his pure and perfect little sister. So sweet, so soft, and untouched. Like an angel.

He knows about the things you talk about with his two older sisters. He tunes in to your conversations a lot; to keep tabs on you, he insists! As a responsible older brother, he has to know everything about you.

He’s seen the way other men look at you—his old high school classmates and teammates, strangers on the street, hell, even his current teammates. Everyone knows you’re off limits, he always makes sure of it. Nobody has the right to take you away from him, to be the reason that you’re going to cater to someone else’s attention but his.

You belong to him and only him.

But you’re simply too stubborn for your own good. You just have to go out and make your own friends, and now you have some suitors that he’s concerned about. You’ve dated some of them and of course Bokuto is spending more than half his time worrying about you and the things you do with them.

The thought of one of them, thinking they have the right to take away your virgin flower. He’s not even entitled to have you, let alone all those scumbags. He can’t bear the thought of someone snatching your innocence away—you’re so precious to him that he doesn’t even allow himself to have it. He would never ever let anyone else take it, not under his watch.

He is more than delighted when you announce to him that you’re going to stop meeting and dating people. You’re now finally seeing eye to eye with him! You haven’t been hanging out with other people, spending most of your time with him, as if living together is not enough for you.

You’ve voiced your complaints before, how you’re getting weird comments from your friends. They told you that it’s not normal for siblings to be that close. But he understands; they hate that you’re no longer so attached to them since you go out to see them less and less. He tries to explain to you that they are simply jealous.

You don’t need anyone else after all; he’s the only one you need, and he’s the best man you can ever find in this world.

But he’d be lying if he says he’s never had a lapse of judgment. You’re not making it any easier for him either, even though you don’t know just how weak he is for you. He’d catch you with your eyes closed, so relaxed and unguarded… what are you thinking? Do you lose your imagination, like he often does?

Are you fantasizing about him caressing you as he’s lowering you to the bed? Because he’s done it a few times you know, putting you to sleep like that. He has just never made any moves beyond. Maybe you unconsciously wish for him to all the same and that’s what you’re thinking about

Do you want him to pull the underwear down your thighs, slowly rub his fingers over your sex, smear your love juice to make sure you’re at least a little prepared for him, before he presses the head of his cock to your entrance? Do you want to feel him, inch by inch, as he sheathes himself deep into your tight, hot, virgin space? Because he would love nothing more than to listen to your moans, all your cute squirms underneath him and your delicious whimpers.

When you call out, “Kou-nii”, his heart jumps—he knows you’re definitely not thinking of anyone else. This is the only time he’s giving into a moment of weakness. He’s got you pressed up on the wall, your clothes hiked up just enough for him to have more of your thigh to grind against. You’re asking him—practically begging him to sink himself into you. “Am I not worthy?” You are, and your mewls, his sister gift wrapping it for him in the prettiest show of doubt and hesitation, can break his fixation.

Bokuto glides his hot, needy cock against your skin. His wet, leaking tip is leaving glistening trails, beautifying you even more. You keep your hands to yourself, both pressed on the surface of the wall. Your eyes are starting to close with each rock of your body, while musical little hums resonate behind closed lips.

He growls, having worked himself into a heated madness. He spins you around, and you instinctively close your legs tightly together for him. With slight difficulty, he wedges himself between the pillowy parts of your thighs, the softest portions, just underneath your crotch. He ruts in between them, with fervent quick snaps.  

His hands plant onto the wall on either side of you. His cock briefly grazes the cloth of your underwear, feeling the moist there. He can’t tell if he’s simply leaking that much, or if you’re truly that wet for him. He pulls back to peel your underwear down in a flash and the next thing you know, its head is rubbing against you, earning him a soft moan bellowing against his ear.

The bedroom is a tad too far, but he won’t let himself be the reason his whole fantasy, the one he’s been dreaming around his fist about, to be ruined. He ups and carries you to the room, restraining himself from throwing you against the mattress and start fucking you senseless.

He crawls on the bed and hovers above you with heavy breaths, unable to calm himself down no matter how hard he tries. You’re so beautiful for him, laying on the stark white sheets as pure as you. He opens up your legs, marveling at how you look like a goddess in his bed. You’re so, very perfect. How is he so lucky to be the one who sees you like this?

Thankful that you’ve waited this whole time,—for him!—and let him take you. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and slowly pulls his hips back, cock leaving a wet trail from navel to mound. He angles his hips so that his bulky head lines up perfectly with your hungry cunt. Your inner, velvety walls hug him, just the tip this time, like a vice grip.

The last bits of his moral center shut down.

All Bokuto wants now is to fuck and fuck fast. To bury himself to the hilt, over and over. However, he’ll need to ease you up even more, as he’s barely even a quarter in but you’re already milking him so tightly that his eyes might actually roll back in pleasure. With an adorable cry—he’s unsure if it’s a surprised one or a pained one—your slack hands move his forearm to his biceps, clinging tighter and tighter the rougher he is. He loves that. It feels as if you're returning some of the passion, so he gives it even more effort.

He mercilessly plunges inside with a few rude thrusts of his pelvis. You wail at the sudden stretch, the burn that careens through your silky, slick walls. Flowering up into your chest, taking the breath from your lungs.

Though his hands are caressing you all over, it seems as if he is not paying any mind to any of your other reactions. Your wails, or the heavy flow of tears that roll down your temples. The whimpering or the continued pleading.

“Hey, pretty girl, don’t cry, huh?” one of his trembling hands smooths over your cheek, trying his best to comfort you despite the raging need in him to thrust faster, harder.  “I-it hurts! and they… they said this is-”

“Just ignore them.”

A thumb hooks around your chin gently but insistently, leaving no room for argument, and you look up to meet his gaze. Bokuto only realizes he’d been slowing down, staring deeply into your eyes when a sob bubbles out of your mouth. Your eyes are half-lidded as he grazes his nose against yours. Kitty kisses, he always calls them. This seems to soothe you the smallest bit. His consciousness is blurring like watercolor now. He has to focus on the more important part of this, he realizes. And it’s you. “How bad does it hurt?”

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I know, baby, I know…it hurts the first time, remember? But d-don’t be scared, I-ah, fuck! It’s nii-chan,” Bokuto’s hips buck faster and harder, “Nii-chan’s got you.”

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath in through your nose. One of his hands is roaming your body, trying to distract you. The very tips of his fingers, gliding over the slopes of your breasts, teasing your nipples. Sending sharp shivers through your stomach into your pussy. Accumulating a new bout of slick, your cunt feeling hot and needy, you clench around him.

Your fingers come together in a fist over your head. All you can focus on is how deep his cock is hitting you, how filled up you are. The unbelievable heat, how your pussy continues to salivate all over his cock. Slick seeping in between your cheeks. Thighs shaking, as your velvet walls clamp down on his length. “Ah!– Nii-chan! Fu-fuck… oh– oh my god…” Your whole body quakes with your intense orgasm.  

You throw your hands back over your head and arch your back. Your breath is fevered, chest rapidly rising and falling. Shaky meek whines that accompany every exhale. But that’s now, because your body is begging for it, pleading to get filled and creamed.

Bokuto continues to piston into you long after you're done coming. He fucks you until you’re a sweaty, grimy, whimpering mess. All muscle strength lost to it, becoming a rag-doll being puppeted by his big, unrelenting figure.

A deep-seated growl in his chest, not yet, he thinks, maybe you need some more practice before you can take him all the way inside. He’s too inside himself to recognize the wail you give, hunching over and burying his face in your neck, tasting sweat and fear and wholly unable to stop himself at all. He grunts like an animal, punctuated by loud, slick smacking sounds, overwhelmed with the pleasure of your burning hot, resisting walls clutching at him like a fist.

You turn him on so much. The tight constriction of your heavenly, virgin cunt. The heavy, moist breath on his neck. Nothing else matters, nothing except catching his end. Filling you up and making you his.

Your nails dig into his biceps and he comes. “Oh! Shit– It’s am– amazing.” His cock, aching and twitching inside of you. He’s coming hard, thick and heavy. Seated all the way inside, spurting deep within you, causing your belly to feel flooded. Marking his territory, you’re his.

He slowly pulls out of you, his cum spilling out of your cute, used up hole. “How’s it feel, angel?”

“ ‘s so good...” You weakly roll your head, face digging into the sheets. You have no strength to lift up your head, but you hope he’ll see your dazed smile.

He chuckles, “Silly baby, of course it does.”

You try to turn over, but he won’t allow it. “No, no. Don’t move. I’ll get you cleaned up!” He comes back with a warm washcloth. He gently cleans off the sweat from your forehead, wipes up stickiness from between your legs. Then he lets you move just he hugs you close to his chest, as he lays down with you in his arms.

Bokuto nuzzles his nose along your cheekbone, humming in approval. He is massaging circles, nibbling on your earlobe. You let your eyes fall shut again, trying to concentrate.

His body is so big, his musk so familiar and homely. You sigh as you finally start to relax, “...Kou-nii is the best.”

He is, and in fact, the only one you need.

[shinsurou]

𝙝𝙦 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 + 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

contains dark content underneath the cut!

featuring: suna rintarou; kita shinsuke; konoha akinori; oikawa tooru; kuroo tetsurou; matsukawa issei; hanamaki takahiro

inculdes: vomit kink; sadism; plushophilia; incest; (pseudo)snuff; knifeplay; gunplay; darcyphilia

a/n: hehe minnie here with some actual headcanons????? also friendly reminders; these are just my headcanons and in no way represent the intentions of who the characters actually are!

Kita Shinsuke + sadism and darcyphilia

Kita just radiates so much sadistic energy for some reason. Like he will fuck into you, as rough as he can, preferably without prep. Hell, he probably doesn’t even check if you’re wet enough or if he used enough lube if he decided to use some – especially when he fucks your ass. The way you scream out whenever he fucks your dry asshole mixed with your moans and begs for him to continue just gets him riled up.

He will spank you, hit you, pull on your hair too harsh, chokes you to hard on top of that he will do everything in his power to make you cry. Kita thinks you’re the most precious when tears stream down your cheeks while quietly begging him for more. He will leave marks and bruises all over you and if you’re not in pleasurable pain then what's the point?

Obviously, he would make sure you’re fine with everything he is doing to you and he will always look out if you say your safe word.

Konoha Akinori + plushophilia

Oh boy, oh boy. Akinori thinks you’re the softest, most adorable and precious person on this whole planet. He loves to see you in cute lingerie – preferably in soft pinks or pastels in general. Now to melt his whole heart; add a little plush you cling to whenever he pounds into you. You hold it so tight, hide your face in it and Akinori adores it every time. He also knows that you use said plush to take care of yourself, you grind down on it when ever you can’t have Akinori to take care of you, when he can’t touch you but you’re so needy. You just use your little stuffed companion who gladly takes care of you. Sometimes, just when you’re being a naughty little bunny and don’t listen maybe then he will fun with your stuffie as well.

Suna Rintarou + vomit

Suna just seems like someone to me who loves to make you vomit on purpose?? Maybe it’s the sadism in him but god seeing the sight of you wrenching your guts out like the little vomit whore you are turns him on so much.

Like it would start off with him just trying to make you feel better every time he would push his long fingers down your throat when you felt slightly nauseous, until it escalated one night. He shoved his cock down your throat and forcefully would try to hit your gag reflex until he succeeded, and you spilled your guts all over him. You were all embarrassed, tears streamed down your cheeks but Suna fisted your hair and kept fucking your face, I mean poor boy didn’t cum yet, and he won’t stop until he did.

Oikawa Tooru +  incest

Life is troublesome for a boy who is in love with his little sibling. He saw you grow up and at one-point brotherly love turned intro romantic love and sexual attraction. Whenever he looked at you, you weren’t his cute little sibling any more but rather a person he desires. He wants to kiss you, lewdly and filthy until drool spills from your mouths and strings of spit keep you connected even though you pull part from each other. He wants to fondle you, handle you with care before he fucks into you. Sometimes rougher than other times, the grip on your hips is harsh enough to leave marks on your soft skin. He wants you to moan out his name and your little cries when ever you need your big brother to take care of you. He loves you more than he should, but he isn’t afraid to let you know and sometimes the thrill of other people almost catching you two – especially your parents – gets him so excited that he just wants to make you scream.

Kuroo Tetsurou + (pseudo) snuff

This man right here has dark fantasies, and they turn him on more than it should. If you’re with him maybe you should worry about your safety from time to time.

He loves to play with the thought of choking you a little too hard, oh how many times you had already passed out. Somehow Kuroo can only cum when he thinks about the way the little spark of life in your eyes goes out. The way your body numbs up and how he can use you like a puppet after. The only thing he will be missing is the sound of your moans, your little screams, and pathetic whimpers once he hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Matsukawa Issei + knifeplay and marking

It’s not so much the actual knife play that makes him go feral but rather the marks he’ll be leaving. Honestly, he doesn’t like cutting you all that much, it is satisfactory for him, the way blood slowly starts to ooz out of the cut, and sometimes he shoves his fingers into it the cut, he always tells you that you need tighter holes for him to fuck so why not simply make some?

But he can’t but admire the wounds he leaves. Especially the ones that will most likely leave scars. He takes care of them, makes sure they don’t get infected, kisses them whenever they hurt or itch. Its his way of keeping you his, of making sure that you can’t run away from him. Even if you manage to get away you will always be reminded of Issei.

Hanamaki Takahiro + gunplay

Hiro likes you and Hiro likes guns so why not combine those two things? It started mild, he showed you some of his guns and let you hold them. The sight was more than beautiful to him, and then he got an idea, why not bring a gun to bed? You don't know why you were so easy to convince but all Hiro had to do was ask, and you let him shove the barrel down your throat. He pushed the gun into your mouth as far as possible until you're gagging on it. His finger would stay on the trigger and to be honest you weren't even sure if the safety was on. The spark of fear in your eyes send beautiful shivers down Hiro's spine. He pulled the barrel out of your mouth again admiring all the drool and spit that collected on the heavy metal. "Looks like it's wet enough..." he mumbled before spreading your legs and shoving the gun deep into your tight hole. The metal felt foreign and hurt a little, you weren't prepped nor lubed up enough for the rough material to thrust in and out of you like this. But do you think your little cries and begs for Hiro to stop work? Of course not, he has too much fun being the asshole he is.

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[sushishorts]

got tagged in this cherry magic meme and i figured i'd do it..... like after ten years, what the hell sushi

1. Favorite character

i go on and on about kurosawa, but do not be fooled. adachi kiyoshi is my favorite and i'll defend him for the entirety of my life. i’ll be 80 and my siblings’ grandchildren will be all “grandma who is adachi” and i’ll be like “he’s the best boy” and they’ll be like “go to sleep grandma you’re regressing again”

2. Character you relate to the most

i'd say adachi bc of the anxiety but i relate to tsuge a lot! mostly his go-getter attitude, and how he has the tendency to admit his feelings as soon as possible. but then again i'm aro now, so maybe fujisaki-san really is my queen. she has the best choice in nail polish too! 

3. Favorite quote from the series

this isn't from the drama, but my favorite quote is from the manga, where kurosawa says: "if adachi's firsts were all with me, i would definitely treasure each one."

the way i cried, my friends

4. Favorite moment in the show

can i just say everything. it's hard to choose omg. i guess one of the things that truly fucked me up was the sudden shift in episode 6 where kurosawa goes on about how precious adachi is to him and how he berates himself for almost losing the self-control he has been keeping for the past 7 years. mostly bc it wasn't truly explored in the manga, and the way machi portrayed it was so telling of the extent of kurosawa's feelings.

5. A character you think is underrated

udon-chan. i needed more of her and she must get her own show where she is voice acted by tonomi mineuchi. just because.

6. Which character would you absolutely be friends with

adachi, i think! i relate to his love of art, stationary, and just his general outlook in life, no matter how grim it could get. (for that, i'll be there for him!) he also has manga shelves i'd like to check out! maybe we can go out and check out the desserts around the city. i like sweets too mmmm

7. The moment that you fell in love with the show

definitely the scarf scene. i was gonna keep watching it regardless because the premise was interesting, but the scarf scene had me tearing up. it was beautiful, and with how awful 2020 was, the scene felt so comforting.

8. Top so-soft-it-might-be-illegal moment

one of the softest scenes, and probably one of the most underrated, is when kurosawa was helping adachi with the wound on his palm. other than the fact that kurosawa was so gentle with adachi, it also helps adachi understand that maybe they're not so different after all. just overall wholesomeness.

9. Favorite hands-are-for-the-gays moment

everyone shut up

10. Favorite Kurosawa making heart eyes moment

kurosawa: you’re doing amazing sweetie

11. Favorite Adachi x Kurosawa moment (i.e. when they invented tenderness)?

this one ;u; no one talks about how this was a mutual hug after kurosawa falls in love even more with adachi, and adachi realizes that he really likes kurosawa. it’s such a genuine reaction to feeling loved, yknow? 

also u can see how sonnu breaks character in this and that’s always fun

12. Favorite friendship moment

i like the scene where rokkaku was listening to minato talk about tsuge! i wish we saw more of them, honestly; i feel like their dynamic is super cute, and also points to the possibility that minato is the only one who keeps rokkaku that quiet. HAHA

13. Favorite overall episode

this is hard, but it's a toss up between episode 1 and 2! episode 1 was good at setting the premise, but episode 2 set the boundaries pretty well. we find out the extent of kurosawa’s feelings, but manage to see how much he’s willing to pursue it. we also see adachi starting to think about how he feels about the entire thing!

14. Top LMAO moment

comedy gold

15. A moment you could live without

STRAIGHT UP H O M O P H O B I A

16. One thing you’d change about the show

everyone has said it i think but the kiss scene, i guess. they could have done it! i’m so sure!

17. Someone you got to know because of the show or someone whose posts/works you enjoyed seeing in the tags

the entire tag of cherry magic has been such a delight!! everyone’s so talented wtf. how dare you all.

i’ve also discovered lots of korean artists in twitter bc of this show, and they are all so great. can i have some of yalls talent pls. (to specify: cheerrydada, _yammay, cafeMAHO, PaNoha_0605, etc.)

18. Describe the show in 3 words

please watch cherimaho

19. One moment from CM that always stays with you

general gist: adachi’s kindness, with or without the magic. he draws people in with his kindness. kurosawa fell for him because of it.

i just wish he was as kind to himself as he was to others, but yknow, he’s getting there!

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TAGGING WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS. CAN YOU SEE THIS? I TAG YOU. no escape. one of us. one of us. one of us. one of us.

[genesisrose74]

Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present’s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

[roseybulb]

Jealousy at its Best

In which the brothers are jealous of an angel stealing your time and reveal how they steal it back.

I haven't written an xReader fic before so I hope you like it! I was originally going to use this prompt for my oc Lenna but decided to give this a try! This will also take place in a time after the events of lesson six!

WARNINGS: None! :P

Demons were naturally very jealous creatures, the desire to own something or someone and keep it for themselves was a constant need. Sometimes their specific natures made it worse. Prideful demons took great pleasure in knowing the object of their affection wanted them and only them. Demons of greed needed as much (and always more) of their object of desire as possible. Beware if you caught the eyes of a demon of envy or wrath. Both would rage at the idea of someone stealing your attention away from them. A demon of gluttony would keep you around because, without you, food would never be the same. It would be dull and almost flavorless. They would be hungry for something sweet, something like that sweet smile of yours. It goes without saying why one should be careful in capturing the attention of a demon of lust. The burning desire would consume you. 

Somehow you had drawn the attention of all six. All six of them eager to steal you away and monopolize all of your time. 

If only that damn angel would go away. 

Since the day you protected him from Lucifer, Luke had clung to your side any chance he had. He sat with you in the classes you shared, delighting you with tales from Heaven and about his precious Micheal. You had lunch with him on school grounds, studied with him in the library. You were his taste-tester for new sweets recipes. He followed you like a lost puppy, yapping at your heels and growling at any demons that tried to approach you. 

Luke was especially weary towards Lucifer, for obvious enough reasons but it still annoyed the eldest brother to no end. You had forgiven him so what was the big deal? Lucifer had been gracious enough to allow Luke to live, the least he could do was stay away from you when Lucifer wanted your attention. Not that he would ever admit he wanted such a thing from a human of course. The brother Luke was least weary towards was Beelzebub, perhaps it was because you had also been protecting the Avatar of Gluttony that day or maybe it was because he had let Luke stay in his room. It certainly helped that Beelzebub was calm as long as he was eating which is why you carried sweets in your pockets just for Beelzebub.

It would be so simple for any of the brothers to separate you from the angel, he was awfully jumpy for a guard-dog. Despite that, none of them made any moves to scare Luke away from you. You looked so happy when you were with the angel. Your eyes the softest they had ever seen. It was like watching an older sibling spend time with their precious little brother. Your kindness and warmth moved them. The brothers wanted so desperately to have those eyes regard them as softly as they did Luke. They just wanted it to mean something a little more than familial love. 

Since most of your attention was on Luke at school, the brothers competed with one another at home. 

Lucifer would pull you into his office and have you do your homework there. When you had asked why he told you he wanted to make sure you were passing. He claimed that he didn't want you failing and making Diavolo look bad. You only agreed because you could see a hint of something else in his eyes. The two of you spent hours in comfortable silence, the sound of rustling papers filling the space. Lucifer would sometimes look over and watch you as you worked. The way you rested your hand against your head, the way your lips moved silently as you worked out a problem. His favorite part was when you smiled to yourself, giddy to have solved a problem that had been troubling you. You always stayed until your eyes were drooping from exhaustion, Lucifer would excuse you and watch as you left his study. He eagerly awaited your presence in here tomorrow. 

Mammon took you shopping with him. Well, it wasn't so much shopping as it was wandering the plaza and looking into windows. You usually ended up pulling him away from shop entrances, knowing that he didn't have money for expensive jewelry, clothes, or whatever it was that had caught his eye. While Mammon did find that part annoying, he also enjoyed the way you would laugh at him when he said something funny (some of it Mammon had said seriously but he wasn't going to correct you). He was greedy for the way you smiled at him, the sound of your laugh. Parting from you at the end of the day was pure torture. He always wanted more. Sometimes you let him into your room and he was able to spend even more time with you. Time with you was precious to him, even if he wouldn't admit it to your face. 

Leviathan was constantly inviting you into his room to try out a new game or binge an entire anime with him. You would bring his favorite snacks and settled in for a long night. He liked how you reacted to things. Your brows would furrow when you were frustrated with a level or when your least favorite character in an anime appeared. You laughed when something funny happened and you didn't get too upset when he beat you in a game. You listened to him ramble about theories he had about what was going to happen next. He would steal much more of your time if he could. He was so envious of the way his brothers casually stole you away from him. You were his Henry. His closest friend. He was certain he wanted you more than the others did too. Every time you left he thought of pulling you back into his room for just one more episode or one more round. But he didn't, too caught up in his insecurities. He worried that you pitied him as the shut-in-brother. Leviathan often reminded himself that it was better to let you go. No matter how badly his envious nature was telling him to pull you back to him. He just counted the seconds until he was able to pull you back into his little world. 

Satan loved reading with you. The two of you often sat on his bed, thighs pressed together with the only sound filling the room was pages turning. He loved these silent moments. If he was being honest, time with you was even sweeter when he had successfully stolen you away from Lucifer. The eldest was quick to hide his annoyance in your eyes but Satan saw it. It was so easy to wound a demon of prides pride. There was only one thing that Satan enjoyed more than reading with you or annoying Lucifer. It was when you fell asleep on his shoulder. Your breaths soft as the book in your lap slowly shut as your hands relaxed. In a place where you were at the bottom of the food chain and living in a houseful of demons that could kill you, the mere fact that you can fall asleep on him is shocking. You trusted him that much. Somehow you believed that Satan wouldn't hurt you or that he wasn't a threat. There was a part of him that thought you naive for such thinking but for now, he couldn't be bothered to care. He much preferred feeling your warm body so relaxed against his so for now he wouldn't do anything to disrupt that. 

Asmodeus was the one that was most likely to interrupt your time with any of the other brothers. He wouldn't pull you away from them or try to chase any of his brother away. He would enter the room and immediately head over to you. His arms would circle your waist and he would rest his chin on your shoulder if possible. It was even more enticing when you were in another brother's room. That was when he would tease you by kissing your exposed skin or stroking your arms and legs. He did that until he was forced out of the room. Sometimes he brought you into his room where he would convince you to try on outfit after outfit, each one more revealing than the last. He loved seeing your cheeks grow pink in embarrassment. He tried to convince you to stay overnight in his room countless times but it was like his idiotic older brother had a sixth sense for it because Mammon always ended up barging in right when it was about to get good. Next time he'd get you, he was sure. 

Beelzebub was rather simple, feed him and he'd be happy. As the brother Luke trusted the most (but not by much, the angel was worried Beelzebub would grow hungry enough to eat you) Beelzebub got away with being around you more. He liked how sweet you were, how kind. You always had a little something to feed him and you cooked a little extra just for him when it was your turn to make dinner. After the day you protected him, Beelzebub made it his personal mission to protect you on and off school grounds. He was happy to listen to you talk as he walked with you through town or on your way back home. Seeing you happy made Beelzebub temporarily forget about his hunger. He spent time with you in the kitchen and visited your room often. He didn't mind giving you up to any of his brothers as long as he was sure you were safe-it had taken him a while to stop feeling uneasy when you went to visit Lucifer but he didn't mind as much now. More than anything else, Beelzebub just wanted you to be happy here with him and his brothers. He just hoped that one day you could meet Belphie. 

They were strange, your demons, but you adored them for it. And they adored you too, even if some of them refused to admit it to you. You had made their lives brighter and they knew it was going to be impossible to let you go once the year was up. You would be taking a piece of each of them with you and they would never be the same again.  

[roc-writes]

Blooming Ventus

I only started playing Genshin Impact this week but I HAVE FEELINGS and I WILL share them. In fan-fiction form B)

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Pairing (If you squint): Venti x Traveler Warnings: It’s a tad bit melancholic but the ending isn’t!

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"Dandelion, Dandelion, ride the wind to a faraway land," The story began, as it always did, and the memories of your favorite story flooded back once you turned the page. It was evening in Windrise, underneath the titanic oak tree the people of Mondstadt associated The Falcon of the East with. Its broad leaves had become something of a comfort for you whenever your travels brought you back to your first home, where you had awoken in Teyvat. You paused from rereading the anthology clutched in your hands to laugh. No, calling Mondstadt your first home would be doing it a great injustice. It has, and always will be, your only home. It sounded ironic, calling this place your home when Barbatos himself declared this the city of freedom and never remained so rooted to one spot, one home. Or that’s how you saw it, anyway. You called this your home, but it and your entire life remained a constant and forever.

What would he think, you wondered to yourself. Actually, he would have just teased you, the answer was clear as the stars above Teyvat. Barbatos… Venti seemed to have no greater pleasure in this world than popping as many of your veins as possible in a single sitting. You loved that though. No matter how turned around the Anemo Archon made you, how many jabs and jokes were played at your expense, they always seemed so soft and playful. He would sound of the softest wind-chimes whenever he laughed and you could never stay upset. And if you had the right mind to jab back at him his laughter only grew before both of you ended up in a fit of laughter. It reminded you of your sibling that still evades you no matter how far and wide you search for them. That is why you were here, underneath the tree and down on your luck. Zhongli may be a retired Archon, but even he couldn’t make the search instant and you understood that. His connections asked you to wait for more information, and thus you found yourself back in Windrise with a copy of your favorite book at your side.

“The Fox in the Dandelion Sea? How odd, I never considered that your type of read.” Lisa murmured one day while she approached your table with two plates of food. It was return day for the books lent out of the library, and she somehow always managed to rope you into tagging along. It was her turn to pay and you had taken to reading your book in the time you were apart. The witch eyed the leather binding, worn in places along the spine where you rested your palm against, but the foiled pages within were kept in immaculate condition. “But I can tell it is very beloved. That’s so hard to find these days.” You finally snapped yourself out of the passage you were reading to eye a beaming Lisa.

“Ah… about that, interesting story…” You trailed off, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks as your fingers drew anxious circles into the leather. Lisa immediately cooed and plopped down onto her chair beside you. There was no way out of this now. “It was a gift. Or, almost. A friend of mine showed me around the city one night. He kept raving about how he thought of me when recalling this story, but it just made me angry at first.” Lisa quirked her head to one side, almost frowning.

“Oh?”

“I skimmed the last book before reading the first ten. The ending left a sour taste in my mouth.” There was a resigned sound coming from your friend and you shook your head quickly. “I gave it a shot, nonetheless. And it changed everything entirely for me. The story is beautiful, and bittersweet. It’s hard for two worlds to collide, I mean just look at me. Mondstadt is what I know and love, no matter how much I travel it feels… strange to be away from home.”

You smiled softly as you came back to the present. Visiting past memories that are full of happiness and friendship is what you did most days. Everyone has a life, people they care about, and your life was pulled from normalcy, thrown off course, and shattered all your preconceptions. When you were with friends, that truth was easy to hide. When everyone was off with their responsibilities, the truth came crashing down onto you. And you felt much too imposing to ask to tag along. You sighed softly, looking at the spaces in between each leaf that hung above you as they rustled in the breeze. At least the wind was always there for you. Closing your eyes, you nearly fell asleep underneath the massive oak, but that was nothing new. You spent more time here than your own room offered to you by the Knights of Favonius during your stay.

“…?” You opened your eyes as something distinctly sounded like a voice with no words, finding a small wind sprite directly above you. You had spent many nights under this tree, but never have you seen this one. You offered a small smile.

“Hello there, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” You spoke softly. The sprite floated upside-down, watching you with two small pinpricks of eyes. Something about the carefree floating spirit just made you laugh softly. “But it is lovely to meet you.” Satisfied, the sprite flitted down to sit on the book at your lap. “Ah! You’re wondering what I’m reading? It’s my favorite book, The Fox in the Dandelion Sea.” To clear the way for you, the sprite switched positions to rest atop your shoulder. It tilted its head just a bit and you were reminded of Lisa in that gesture.

“You want me to read to you? I…” A moment of pause came from you and you swallowed thickly. “I… I can’t. I’m sorry. The only person I’ve read to before, you see, showed this to me in the first place. And the night before I left to travel across Teyvat, I read the first chapter aloud…” Unable to control the sudden pain you felt in your chest and eyes, you clutched the fabric of your clothes and stop thinking about the book’s history. “I never saw them again and… I’m afraid someone else will leave if I dare utter another word aloud.” The first droplets of tears collided onto the parchment and you quickly closed the book shut before your unplanned show of Hydro could damage anything. The sprite’s little feathers drooped at those words, eyes looking down. The wind that had been quiet shook awake once again, lifting the droplets of tears into the air. You inhaled deeply.

“The wind amongst the branches feels good, I love the way it smells… That’s what we say when we’re down on our luck, right?” You spoke to the wind, wondering if it would carry those tears to Venti in some poetic manner. You wanted both for it to happen and not. Clutching the book close to your chest, you pulled your knees up to lean against. “I miss you so much Venti… Had I been born a fox, I could transform into a dandelion and float to you. I just want to see you.” The ground you were staring at stopped shifting, the wind had stopped. And then it suddenly blew harder than it had ever before. You could hear it howling against your eardrums, deafening, frigid, and powerful. You had closed your eyes, hugging your precious book close, the only physical memory you had of Venti. You could handle the sorrow of the universe, but not the possibility of losing him.

It was then that something squeezed your shoulders, urging you to open your eyes. Bright cerulean ones blinked back at you, braids that ended in an ombre blue dancing wildly around them. Your eyes welled up in more tears.

Venti.

[opalmaplehibiscus]

Vice Dorm Leader Study Date HC

Hello Anon! Sorry for the wait! I wasn’t quite sure what you wanted to see so I tried my best trying cover a lot of ideas OTL If this wasn’t what you wanted, please do request again with what you wish to see! 

Trey

·       Study dates with Trey are very rare

·       He’s always busy due to his responsibilities as vice dorm leader while preparing to becoming a 4th year, so going on dates with you in general isn’t going to happen a lot

·       When you do end up going on with him though, he would cherish them and try to make it last as long as possible, trying to catch up on all the missed times with you

·       Usually, the study dates happen by Cater (best wingman ever by the way), who ends up stealing Ace, Deuce, and Grim from you on the days you’re supposed to study with them

·       Whenever that happens, Trey gets a message with a “U owe me~ ;9” from Cater as said guy drags the “interference” away

·       Trey: Cater, you shouldn’t be calling our underclassmen interference... Cater: Eh~ So, are you saying you don’t feel annoyed that they’re spending more time with you-know-who? Trey: …You don’t see me saying it up front now do you

·       He would do his best to help you study, teaching you whatever you needed to know  - tips, tricks, what topic that would be covered the most on the exam, etc

·       Would he try to make you flustered and blush though? Yeah. He thinks you’re adorable when you blush – endearing, cute, someone he wishes to cherish with all his heart

·       It’s why he would make passes on you, leaning towards you and brushing shoulders when he sits next to you as he helps explain something you don’t know or purposely having his hand graze yours as he points out something in the textbook or your notes

·       Expect to be spoiled with all types of sweets and desserts when with Trey

·       Cake? Cookies? Pudding? He would bring all sorts of things for you two to snack on when taking a break and studying, including tea. After all, you’re someone he happens to love so he has to somehow make it obvious one way or another

·       Trey has younger siblings. It’s why he naturally wipes the crumbs off your face since it’s habit to do so. Yeah. That’s it. Totally not

·       What isn’t natural is when, near the end of the study date, you would either hug or kiss him on the cheek, after finally understanding something or making progress, as thanks

·       Covering half of his face, he would turn his face away to hide his red face that could rival Riddle’s hair, trying to tell you he was fine with a small stutter and wavering smile when you ask if he’s okay

·       Now if only you would realize said study dates were actually dates and he likes you…

     Ruggie

·       Like Trey, Ruggie is a busy man. Busy doing Leona’s orders while chasing after all the money and food he could possibly get, so having study dates with him are also rare

·       In fact, the percent of having study dates with him are lower than Trey’s because of how much work he’ll be forced to deal with

·       It’s why, the only times he would be able to go on study dates with you are when you come visit Savanaclaw once every blue moon

·       Most often you would come over because of Jack, whether it’s to just hang out, give him a memo, whatnot

·       The thing is though, whenever you come over, you end up meeting Jack a bit later because something would always come up right when he’s about to meet you

·       And it’s totally not suspicious that it happens whenever Ruggie is coming back to the dorms. 100% true.

·       Don’t worry about Jack by the way. It so happens that a certain dorm leader kidnapped said wolf because he happens to be a good wingman when he’s bored

·       Also, he’s running low on blackmail on Ruggie. Might as well get a refill when he can

·       When seeing you alone at the entrance either being bothered by the other dorm members or looking bored, Ruggie ends up taking you to the lounge and chat with you

·       The conversation always  school orientated with school work and teachers coming up

·       While you’re in the middle of complaining about Trein and Crewel again over their ridiculous assignments (like seriously, what’s so important about hair-color changing potions again? And what about the history of the school’s chandelier, is this shade???), Ruggie teases you about not being able to do something “as easy as that”

·       He does his best to hide his soft side towards you when you sulk about it, seeing it as you pouting. Which is adorable and cute in his eyes and he loves  seeing it

·       Just as you’re about to get up and leave from getting annoyed, Ruggie quickly offers you his help on your assignments despite saying it in a teasing tone

·       Yes, he likes to troll with people a lot but he can be serious when he wants to, evidently seen when he helps you through the questions

·       His explanations aren’t great, yet he doesn’t give up trying to get you to understand and solve the questions

·       Will he tease you while explaining? Yes. Will he snicker at you and give his infamous infuriating cute smirk? Yes.

·       In the end, the assignment still gets done along with you feeling better with the concepts you weren’t so sure of thanks to him

·       It’s his turn to blush as you give him a surprise hug, ending up covering his face with both hands and sigh once you let go

·       As this happens, a certain lion continues to film the whole thing while covering the mouth of his “precious” kouhai with a smirk on his face. He’s not sorry when he shows it to Ruggie by the way.

  Jade

·       Having study dates with Jade happens more frequently than Ruggie and Trey’s solely because Jade would make sure he has one with you

·       By that, he means using the pretext of having to “tutor” you per request by one of the staffs to get to go on one with you

·       He will proudly say it’s his favorite excuse to use against Azul and Floyd since they wouldn’t be able to bother him nor interfere when he’s trying to spend some time with you

·       Yes, he enjoys hanging around them for entertainment but he has his own limits too. Plus, he wouldn’t have to use….some other methods to get them off his back though he wouldn’t hesitate to do so if they interfere (cough blackmail cough)

·       Studying with Jade is difficult no thanks to how much he enjoys teasing you

·       He’ll be kind, polite, and courteous but he’ll do everything he can to get to see you blush

·       Brushing shoulders and hands “incidentally” is nothing compared to the times he explicitly makes a move on you like gently cupping your hand whenever he takes your pencil so he could write some helpful notes in your notebook or sitting really close to you in general

·       The worst part is how he’s actually good at teaching you with whatever you’re struggling with

·       Makes good analogies, explains things thorough enough for you to grasp the foundation, surprisingly writes neatly and draw good diagrams – he truly lives up to his position as one of Azul’s hands and vice dorm leader

·       That along with the fact he would be providing hospitability such as teas and snacks that you enjoy definitely makes him seem like a kind gentleman

·       He enjoys teasing you during the whole time, having fun with your reactions his favorite other than seeing you blush being you being annoyed

·       Just needs to shade here and there to get a good grasp and push your buttons only to get amused in the end from seeing you huff and pout or chuckle at any smart remarks you make towards him

·       However, when you give him one your softest, genuine smile or initiate any physical contact yourself, it’s going to be his turn to blush and perhaps even tsun a bit

·       Will go wide eyes at first with cheeks dust pink to turning lobster-red if you point it out while covering half his face and look away a bit

·       Hugging is a whole different story though where you would be very successfully into getting Jade to go “Jade. exe has stopped working” after surprising him with one once you finally understand and get whatever you were confused with and do it out of happiness

·       Once the date ends, he’ll show you out before going back into the dorm and find Azul and Floyd who he knew was spying during the whole thing

·       He finds all the photos they took of him blushing and either would burn them or delete the files if saved on phone or PC

·       He does secretly keep the ones that includes you looking happy or being close to him

   Jamil

·       Study dates with Jamil happens a good amount of time thanks to Kalim who makes sure it happens

·       By that, literally Kalim would get everyone in Scarabia to help out but that’s another story for another time

·       Out of all the vice dorm leaders, he’s the one that takes the study date seriously

·       Wouldn’t really strike up a conversation because he would be focused on trying to get as much done as possible no thanks to how he’s busy in general

·       That being said, most of the time would be more studying orientated

·       Jamil would be attentive and help you with anything you need help with, going over them and making sure you get at least the foundations solid

·       His explanation and tutoring skills are nearly par to Trey’s probably because of his many years of experience with Kalim, his sibling, and now, the other dorm members

·       So, the idea of teasing you wouldn’t come up initially. Keyword: Initially

·       Just because he’s focused on studying doesn’t mean he isn’t aware of his surroundings and other’s behaviors, especially yours

·       He’s aware his attraction towards you is very much mutual since he practically caught you who-knows-how-many-times you looked at him, only to blush and stutter whenever he asks if there’s a problem

·       Cue the teasing like the rest but unlike the other three above, his is more subtle

·       He’ll be testing the water-  see how far he can go with teasing you

·       He honestly enjoys how you’re trying to keep a straight face, all cool and collected when he sits next to you to the point only a pencil case would slip through the space between you two

·       Acting innocent and nonchalant, Jamil struggles to not smirk when he sees your ears turn red and the corner of your lips twitch

·       Totally would pull “face too close for comfort” on you when he finds you getting distracted from whatever he explains something to you

·       It would only happen once and never again though during the next few study dates since he’ll realize he nearly lost his self-control when he unconsciously and nearly closed the gap between the two of you

·       What do you mean you heard him click his tongue? He did no such thing. It’s not like he was disappointed or anything because he wanted to-

·       When you hug him, he’s not going to be calm. Whatsoever

·       Pulls his head over his head and tells you not to come near him as he pulls his hoodie’s strings and try to cover his face completely

·       This is when Kalim comes out of his hiding place and tries to get Jamil to calm down while telling you that he was “just passing by” when you ask where he came from

·       It isn’t until he’s back at his room does he start calming down only to drag his hands down his face from realizing he messed up on trying to look cool around you

·       Kalim: You like them that badly, huh~ Jamil: Shut up

 Rook

·       Study dates with Rook is bad for your heart. Not because he does weird things to you or anything. It’s just that…he’s rather direct. Very direct

·       Although he does an excellent job teaching you, he doesn’t hide his attraction towards you at all

·       Calls you all sorts of endearment without any shame when you come over to Pomefiore to have the study date with him: mon cœur, mon chéri, mamour, and more

·       Like with everyone else he takes interests in, he very much likes to look at you. Even though it’ll distract you, he’s genuinely happy and in bliss getting to spend time with you

·       To him, getting to see the you studying with such calmness makes him think you look absolutely enchanting, loving to see you putting effort and trying your best

·       Despite being a hunter, he isn’t aware how you tend to look at him when he’s focused though nor does he know that you like seeing his serious side

·       …and you probably shouldn’t since the minute he realizes this he probably would take advantage of it and cause you more problems down the road

·       He spoils you a lot, mostly because he wishes to see you happy. Meaning, he would prepare all sorts of things to make sure you’re feeling comfy and happy when you’re with him

·       In all seriousness though, he does education justice when he’s the one tutoring/teaching you

·       Goes over everything thoroughly to the point where he would continue practicing and quizzing you until he knows you actually understand everything

·       Every time you get something right, he praises you a lot to the point you would probably feel bashful

·       When you’re feeling down or frustrated from the fact you can’t understand something or from anything in general, Rook is the one who’ll realize it first which often leads to him being the one to make you feel better in a short amount of time through words of encouragement

·       In fact, he’s one of the two people who would be the best comforter of the vice dorm leaders

·       By that, he’s the one you would probably pour your heart to without worries and end up feeling better after every single study date

·       Hugging can go two ways with Rook

·       When he senses you about to hug him (happens 90% of the time btw), he’ll hug you back with the same amount of excitement. He wouldn’t let go after you realize what you’ve done out of pure instinct and would instead hug you tighter while your face burns in his arms

·       When you catch him off guard, he’ll freeze and blush, completely not expecting it. Probably would be his first time ever getting flustered too as he tries to quickly recover once you let go of him

      Lilia

·       Study dates with Lilia is more like a hang out than anything else

·       He literally will pull the “immortal-being” card, where he’ll look over your shoulder and see what you’re doing before going on a long story-time telling of how each theorem, principle, historical event, etc. was discovered when he was whatever age-old at the time

·       When dealing with assignments, he would complain about doing them, muttering along the lines of “back when I was in school, we didn’t have to do these”, “kids aren’t going to even use what they learned in real life”, and so on

·       Don’t expect him to even attempt to study. He would ask you why he would ever need to when he lived who-knows-how many years and being at all those events that took place

·       With all of that being said, you would think it would be impossible to get anything done, doing a great job distracting you especially when he just name drops a famous historical person and tells you the guy/gal’s life from baby to adult all in one go

·       “That kid used to be so cute, as expected they would end up being this great”, “What’s this nonsense? How did that brat even did that when they couldn’t even answer 1+1 correctly”-

·       However, when you try to study and start struggling, he would always help you

·       There’s going to be teasing and he is very bold about it

·       When you stifle a laugh from his stories, he sulks first only to kabedon you in your chair

·       Leaning closer to you, he’ll ask whether you’ll take him seriousness now, gently holding your chin so you wouldn’t be able to look away

·       He does end up letting you go with a smirk, giving you some space and time to get over what had happened in less than a minute, thinking that you looking like a deer caught in headlights with a bright blush made you look extremely adorable

·       It’s not shocking that he teaches you well, especially when he’s the one that taught Sebek, Silver, and Malleus. How? He’ll never tell you how but the look their faces when you ask them makes you decide not to think about it further

·       Lilia also happens to be the other greatest comforter, probably even better than Rook

·       It’s because he raised three children on his own, he’s able to pick up any stress or sense the struggle you’re having when you do your assignments or studying before you say anything about it

·       When it happens, he has you take a break on studying and lends you an ear, making sure you say everything that’s in your chest since he knows you’ll be needing it

·       By the time he’s done helping you and you hug him out of gratefulness, he’ll be surprised and widen his eyes at first

·       He does quickly recover and hugs you back with a satisfied smile, rather seeing you happy and filled with joy than anything else

·       And it’s obvious that’s the case since once you leave, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek would ask him if anything good happened

[miss-choco-chips]

YJ College au: Zatara

Zachary Zatara is both a myth and their housemate.

In which Bart has a cryptic-buddy, Tim is stressed because cute boy insists on being annoying, and everyone else just rolls with it.

Tagging @animemangasoul and @marudny-robot cause I know you guys like this au

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As usual after pulling an all-week-er (he had left the ‘nighters well behind at this point), Tim was up late that saturday. The window had been left open last night, so a soft streak of sunlight wamed his bed, waking him up slowly and peacefully. Yeah, he would have liked a few more hours, but sunbathing in his sheets for a while wasn’t all that bad either. What would make this half-awake-half-dreaming experience would be some chill music.

Muddled mind made, he rolled in his bed, hand patting the mattress for his phone, squinting his eyes open when he hit something different instead.

He found himself to be almost nose to nose with a dark haired, grey eyed boy.

Tim started that fine morning screaming himself hoarse.

-.-.-.-.-

Sitting at the kitchen’s table, getting everything ready for a late sunday breakfast, Kon raised his head when he heard the strong sound of a scream, followed by… yeah, that was a body hitting the ground. It was unmistakable, in this house. 

“Oh, hey guys”, he called to the attention of the rest of his housemates, all in equals states of zombie-ness, with not as good hearing as his. “Zachary is here.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“The fuck, Zach? My bed? Did you HAVE to crash on my bed? Why are you even here?”

Tim, four coffee cups after his pseudo heart attack half an hour ago, was ready to face the day and their intruder.

“Dude I live here as well, you know. Also your bed is literally the softest thing I ever slept on, you rich bastard. Learn to share.”

“I’ll buy you your own fucking mattress if you swear to never crawl on my bed uninvited again.”

The boy’s eyebrows rose, suggestively. “What was that about an invitation?”

Distressed and not feeling awake enough (he was still two cups away from that) to deal with bi thoughts this early in the morning, he turned his most helpless look to Conner.

Because he was the best friend ever, he threw a pillow to Zachary. And because he was a suck up to anyone who brought him food, Bart intercepted the hit and gratefully accepted the candy bag he got in thanks.

“But actually, Zat, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Berlin?” interjected Cassie, her own tea (the heathen) cup warming her hands as she cuddled with Cissie and Greta on the couch, legs in each other’s laps and generally being the cutest shit ever.

Anita, not very keen on that kind of sweet love, had been wrestling with Slobo for control over the remote for the last fifteen minutes. Miguel was keeping count on their hits for them, though it was mostly assured he would rig the whole thing up to whoever had bribed him better before the fight.

Tim just wanted to go back to sleep in his sun-warmed bed.

“C’mon guys, keep up”, moaned Bart, candy bag half empty already, “he was there two weeks ago. He had an exam yesterday so he came back last monday.”

“...come again?”

“I’ve been room-hopping ever since, though none of you seemed to mind. Until I disturbed sleeping beauty over here, at least.”

Miguel’s eyes left the fight to squint suspiciously at them. “We weren’t aware you were doing that. Where did you sleep? How didn’t we notice?”

“I'ma mystery. I also move around a lot when sleeping so I probably ended up under someone’s bed after crashing from studying. Oh, Anita, if you were wondering, your purple bra is under Cissie’s bed.”

Anita slowly let go of the grip she had on Slobo’s neck. Her eyes shone something dangerous. Cissie, the one who was apparently hosting the boy all along, also stood up and frowned.

“How do you even know that bra is mine!!”

“What the fuck were you doing under my bed, you bastard!”

Tim sipped his coffee, bitterly. “At least he was under it, and not sharing it.”

Kon patted his back.

-.-.-.-.-..- 

“I swear, Jay, he thrives on making me lose my shit. He just… comes and goes whenever, leaving no proof he was ever there, or acting like he was always around. Drives me nuts. I’m not sure he even attends classes, and I only know he actually has a right to enter our house because his rent money always appears on the kitchen table a day before its due. He doesn’t even have a room, why does he even pay? To have an excuse to scare the shit out of the rest of us. Except Bart. The little shit lives for our suffering.”

Jason arches an eyebrow, sipping his beer as he carefully examines his brother. Tim looked less tired than the last time they saw each other, and the modifications done by his psychiatrist had done wonders to the shadows in his eyes. But he seemed somehow… frazzled.

“And he was just there when you woke up?”

“His nose was touching mine.”

“I bet your little bi heart couldn't take that, huh? Is he cute? Maybe you invited him to share your bed the night before and just don’t remember. You know how you get after a week of disregarding your general wellbeing.”

“Oh, shush you. I take care of myself. When was the last time you went to your check in with Patricia?”

Jason scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “I missed one session, because I have exams too you know? But I’m up to date with Silvio, and we are working on slowly easing me off the medication.” He noticed the way Tim looked at his drink, expression screaming bullshit, and he scowled in response. “Fuck off, it’s alcohol-free. Kori and Artemis would have my head if they caught me mixing my dosage with anything stronger than tea, and I can’t deal with Biz and Roy’s disappointed eyes.” 

Tim thought of the last time he refused to see his therapist, and the look in everyone’s  (specially Kon’s) eyes, and had to agree. Having friends sucked when one wanted to wallow in self destructive conducts.

“Whatever, all I’m saying is, he’s not cute enough for me to forgive his weirdness. You know the people I roll with, so this is saying a lot. And I would remember inviting him to my bed, if anything for the mortification of it. I’m also…”

The ring of the doorbell distracted them both of whatever Tim was gonna say next. Waving his brother off, Jason got up to pay for their pizza.

When he returned to his living room, Tim was no longer alone.

“Who the fuck are you?” He exclaimed, eyes going back to the hallway at his back, then again at the black haired, grey eyed kid sitting next to Tim. “And how did you get in? We are on the sixth floor and I was just at the only door I have.”

Tim raised his eyes at him, and he seemed equal parts resigned and frazzled. ‘Told ya’, he seemed to say.

“Yo, the food’s finally here. I’m starving. The name’s Zachary Zatarra, by the way. Tim’s friend and housemate.”

“Allegedly” mumbled the other under his breath, earning himself a smile and pat on the back. “Don’t question it, Jay. He’ll be gone after a while when none of us are paying attention. Just let it be.”

“But while I’m here”, the other boy continued, grinning devilishly as he looked at Tim and then Jason, “instead of questioning how did I get in, what about I tell you all about your lil bro’s crush? It 's adorable.”

Tim raised an eyebrow “I don’t have a crush on anyone.”

“Like I said, adorable. He’s so oblivious, it’s precious.”

Decision made, Jason left the pizzas at the coffee table and went to fetch a soda for their guest. Gossip, especially about his siblings, was the best way to gain his immediate cooperation. And he could always force the answers about Zatara out of Bart; the brat was terrified of him.

-.-.-.-.-.-

“Hey, who has to cook tonight? Because I’m craving chicken nuggets.”

Cassie raised her eyes from her magazine, tapping a finger against her chin.

“Uhm… Zach, I think?”

Miguel nodded. “Okay, thanks, where can I find him to suggest my dinner idea?”

Cissie, legs on Cassie’s lap, dropped her head over the couch’s armrest. “Ask Tim? Wasn’t he crashing with him this week?”

That same moment, said boy entered the room, shaking his head. “No, he was sharing with Anita and Cassie.”

“No, he wasn’t… Slobo?”

“Not with us either”, denied Miguel, sharing a look with his roommate to confirm just in case.

“Conner?”

“Didn’t Bart say yesterday he was driving him to the airport?”

“Wait, he left the country again?”

“More importantly, can Bart drive?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

When Tim came back home from class, Damian was in his living room. Using a laptop. Sitting side by side with Zatarra.

This couldn't be good.

“Hey, Timbo, welcome back.”

“Drake.”

Not uttering a single word, Tim turned around and walked out of there. Sleeping on a park bench seemed like a preferable choice, compared to finding out exactly why the two banes of his life were sitting together. It was healthier, good for his peace of mind.

Something something self care? His therapist would be so proud.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Hey dude.”

“Zatara. Your presence here disrupts my room’s feng shui. Please remove yourself from the premises.”

“This disaster zone is the farthest thing from armonious. If anything, I’m improving it.”

Tim raised his eyes from the computer screen. He could always kick the other man out, but that would require leaving the nest he made out of blankets and snacks on his bed. Perhaps a more civilized option would be better. Besides, as boundary-less as the dude was, he didn’t step into the room, just remaining on the doorstep, so whatever he was here for, he most likely needed Tim’s willful compliance.

“If I listen to what you have to say, will you leave?”

Zatara smiled angelically, like butter wouldn’t melt on his mouth, but the look behind his eyes was nothing short of devious. “That’s actually what I came to speak with you about. I have a show…”

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“A magic show. Dude, you do know I’m a magician, right?”

Tim didn’t, in fact, know that, besides baseless suppositions about his disappearing-and-appearing abilities. But he had an all knowing facade to maintain, so he grunted in acknowledgement.

“Right, so, I have a show scheduled for tomorrow, but I took Bart out to dinner yesterday so I’m all dried up, and I need to buy a plane ticket asap.”

“Are you asking me for a loan?” he inquired, incredulous. As a general rule, all their housemates refrained from that. Something about not wanting to take advantage of their billionaire friend…

“No, no. I’m offering you a…. service.”

“Look, Zach, no offense? But you ain’t cute enough for me to stoop that low and pay for the… pleasure of your company. I can just give you the money and you pay me back whenever, dude.”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that! You wish I was offering something  of the sort” he laughed, arms crossed and side leaning against the doorframe, chest and arm muscles perfectly visible. Tim kept his eyes carefully above neck-level. No need to give any weakness away.

“Then?”

“I know you love me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t make you miserable, right?”

“That is correct, yes.”

“Are you familiar with the ‘Buy my silence, $8.000 a month’ meme? Then get ready for a ‘pay for my absence’, my good bitch. I thought maybe you’d like...”

“Sold. I buy it. Take my credit card and go, be free, roam the world. Just get out of my room and fucking text once in a while so I know you’re alive.”

[finalsegamangalover]

“Time is Precious” ( Rufus x Reader)

You couldn’t help but keep looking over at the note card that now rested beside your bedside table. Smiling a little at the comfort it brought just by its presence alone. The words written clearly in black ink, its intentions were even more heartfelt than you felt recently. A sense of darkness tried to overcome your thoughts but that note held you. Again you reread it for what seems like the hundredth time smiling inwardly. 

“Come by and visit, I’ve missed having a good chat with you like old times. I hope you’ll show tomorrow morning at 9am. Yours Truly, R.S.” 

You couldn’t believe it at first, even thought of it as a cruel joke at times but something inside you wanted to trust this note. Recently, you’ve heard that he became some hot shot President of a company god knows what. He was making it big in his life as did most people think; afterall he was charming and mysterious altogether. What would a guy like him see in me? I'm just someone beneath him or so you thought. 

Morning came and a knock was heard at your door roughly around 8am. You fixed yourself a little before approaching the door, opening it a bit nervously. No one you knew was coming around this early; you were greeted by a strangely tall man with long dark hair and gorgeous eyes. A nicely dressed man addressed you in such a velvety tone. 

“Hello?” you spoke. 

“Ah yes, Y/N?” he replied tilting his head slightly. 

“Yes..” you answered him crossing your arms over your chest to shield you from the chill. You couldn’t tell if it was the weather or his aura, it was kind of difficult. He cleared his throat, maintaining eye contact as he placed a gloved hand to his chest. 

“My name is Tseng, leader of the General Administrative Department Research from ShinRa Corp. I was wondering if you received an invitation recently by a man named Rufus.” He asked calmly. Your eyes widen a little. A Turk? 

“Y-yes..” you said kind of weakly. You were bewildered. He smiled slightly at your response but held up a hand to try to calm your weariness. 

“I’m here to take you to meet him. If you are ready let me know.” Tseng said cooly. You kept blinking a bit before nodding. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, thank you..” was all you said before closing the door. Oh god what were you thinking!? A turk member was here for you to see Rufus? Your best friend since childhood, Rufus?! THE RUFUS SHINRA HIMSELF!?!?!! 

As you tried to calm your senses you began to run up the stairs and quickly change. You grabbed your wallet and shoved it into your pocket before lacing up your shoes; styling your hair a bit whilst fixing any bumps in the fabric by smoothing them out. The last thing you did was placed on your favorite bracelet. You stopped for a brief second to admire the dainty object dangling along your wrist; along with it did you remember the memories it accompanied. To which also included a memory of why this gift was so special to you. This was the last object you received from him before he left for Midgar. That day was terrible, it felt like the world was crashing inwards when you heard Rufus had to leave. Rufus wasn’t exactly a people person but he always did take an interest into you; he’d always seemed amused and aspired altogether. Regardless of his popularity amongst your peers he always seemed to come to you and only you in most scenarios. You’d tell it like it is to him and he respected that aspect; something about having people know what they want made his heart skip a beat. It was a strong personality within his family so seeing in someone else kind of surprises Rufus. He literally loved that about you. In return all he could provide was to listen to you and he genuinely cared, whether it was to protect you from a local bully or for you to talk to him in private about your family life. He always seemed to understand and sympathize with you no matter the situation. Granted, he didn’t have much of a family life either and no siblings to boot but that didn’t stop him from making friends. You never forget the times you spent with him playing at school or hanging out by the river on a warm spring afternoon. You remembered what it was like being happy for a change and to have comfort in knowing he would be there for you. 

Shaking your head, pushing the memories aside and back into reality, you headed down the stairs grabbing your vest before opening the door greeting Tseng once more. He nodded and guided you to a completely decked out hummer opening the door like a gentleman. Strange that a professional would choose a vehicle like this but given the terrain and how far out of the city, a limo wouldn’t be the wisest choice. You swallowed your courage and hopped in as Tseng followed suit directing the driver to ShinRa Corp. in Sector 0. 

Tseng guided you again inside this gargantuan building and up the elevator to Rufus’ Office. He signaled you to wait for a moment before knocking and entering. You heard voices inside the room and quickly looked down at your feet. You were intimidated yes, but anticipation also had a grasp as well. Both emotions kept fighting for your attention until Tseng reappeared and held the door open, smiling. A chill ran through you again, so it wasn’t the weather then. 

“He's waiting for you now Miss Y/N.” Tseng stated before closing it behind you, footsteps echoing the hallways. Blinking from the sound and turning your attention forward there you saw Rufus staring right back at you; his hands locked together in front of his face resting elbows on the darkened desk as his knee jossiled nervously. Thankful for it to conceal his weakness. His smile began to appear as his eyes lit up with emotions. You smiled warmly to his expression as he began to speak. 

“Y/N, it's so good to see your face again! How wondrous of you to respond so quickly as well. Come sit down with me, I’ve missed you dearest friend.” Rufus was genuine in his tone but those word choices seemed a bit odd. Also you realized how generous puberty was to him as his voice melted like velvet in the air. A subtle blush decorated your cheeks thanking the shadows for coverage a bit. You weren’t going to fight his request so you did as asked, he leaned back in his chair as the leather creased. Nervously, you smiled sitting comfortably in the height difference. 

“You haven’t changed a bit Rufus.” you claimed teasingly as he smirked to your comment.

“Well it goes both ways my dear Y/N, tell me what’s new with you? How is your family?” He sounded like his old self now, that cute little kid who came to you. You folded your hands along your knees as you spoke to him about how your family has taken the turn for worse, your job almost shutting down thanks to poor choice in location, and how school tuition was building up higher. On the contrary, you left out the depression that continuously grasped at your thoughts at night. The pangs of loneliness didn’t help either but again that note card reappeared in the back of your mind. You wanted to tell him so badly but you felt that sense of worthlessness and knowing his job title practically clawed for his attention it sounded meaningless to speak up. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your family passing during the plate drop incident of Sector 7…” Rufus sounded sincere. Another weight of guilt applied itself to his heart as the words spilled from your delicate mouth. He also noticed the shimmering from the bracelet he gave as you adjusted your vest, smiling a little at the sentiment and memory together. Something both an image beyond beautiful words. Then something stirred inside of him; a glistening drop fell from your cheek as your head bowed from the pain of the past. Rufus’ eyes widened in concern with a frown he leaned forward a bit finding the air to be sucked out of him. His chest tightened as he heard your voice quiver. He didn’t want to cause you grief as his team of Turks did to many people within the city on that day. Swiftly his movement rounded the desk and knelt quietly placing a hand on yours. 

One of Rufus’ hands grazed gently along the side of your cheek brushing the hair aside along with it. His smile was warming and sincere as a tear fell from your cheek, your eyes widened in awestruck at his behavior. Rufus’ voice was sentimentally sweet as his words rolled angelically from the most beautiful mouth tickling your senses. 

“I promise you, if ever you need help with anything. Anything at all, please do not hesitate to come to me directly. You have my honor and my-..” He blushed a bit as the words held captive in his throat. How could words choke him like this in a manner such as now? He seemed foolish to himself but her eyes told him he was winning. 

“Your what..” you whispered as his vision lost in your gaze. He slowly leaned in and placed the softest kiss along your lips. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, his feelings were starting to show through. The kiss was slow and sweet, not too much pressure but just enough to deliver the message across. A yearning since childhood did he confess to. 

“You have my heart..” He whispered once the kiss broke free. You're also blushing with fresh tears tracing the curvature of your face. His thumb brushed them away as his eyes started to become rim with red. He knew deep down he’d cared for you in a special nature, nothing like anyone else would, this was his promise to you now as it was ten years ago. 

“...Rufus…” was all you could say before he held a finger to your lips. You didn’t deserve him, you didn’t want to bother him, you’ve dealt with this pain for so long you can do so without him knowing it. 

“Not another word. I mean it Y/N. I owe you everything, ever since my family and moved here. Don’t ever feel burdened by taking my time, I give it to you because you are so precious to me..” He confessed all this time how she meant towards him. He felt responsible for her suffrage. 

“Rufus I do not deserve y-”

“What did I just say…” Rufus’s eyes flickered with more emotions. You looked at him confused as he frowned. 

“I know depression when I see it, I also know anxiety too. It's becoming more and more powerful on you and I cannot accept the fact how it troubles you so. My feelings for you are true even if you don’t return the same-..” He was cut off as you leaned into his arms placing a more heated kiss along his lips. Your hands touched along his biceps and chest as his arms gripped along your hips pulling you closer to him. His kiss became more and more desperate as you both relished the feeling. The commotion from within his office must’ve set off a concern for Tseng barged it open and searched the area. You felt startled and scared as he held you protectively. Tseng scanned the area and drew his attention to Rufus' eyes blinking in bewilderment.

“Is there a problem?! Step outside!” Rufus barked as Tseng followed orders. Rufus, embarrassed at the sudden showmanship of his highest workers, placed a hand to his forehead. 

“I apologize for the scare, perhaps another time will be best to catch up.” Rufus sounded dejected at the thought, how was she supposed to find time for him? He sounded like an immature brat demanding something when he knew deep down he didn’t deserve. Your gaze slowly followed the length of his arm along his nape and into those cerulean eyes. His scent became more noticeable as you nodded. Rufus found the urge to smile as his hand took yours one more time smoothly interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“Tell you what, I’ll arrange a setting for us to be together. I’ll take you out for lunch or dinner somewhere, you can decide the place if you wish.” 

"Okay.. Thank you Rufus..” you whispered as he rested his head against yours.

“No, thank you..” he replied as you both sat there together in each other’s arms. This sense of comfort was pure bliss and you were both thankful for this moment. The simple touch of him burned within you as your voice echoed in his perfect ears.

[clareisa]

Seventeen/Hip-Hop Unit as DEMIGODS

- im slowly getting back to writing, hope it's decent comeback

♠ - greek demigods AU

♠ -  English is not my first language, so please, excuse my mistakes

♠ - hip-hop unit / performance unit / vocal unit 

Seungcheol:

son of Apollo, God of Music, poetry, archery, medicine and sun

the most humble out of his siblings although being one of the most talented ones

likes to relax in gentle sun rays while the sun is rising or setting, making the light bend under his fingers how he wants them to

his serious appearance earned him respect but when you get to know him he is the softest and nicest being you could find

likes to be around other campers in half blood camp but love to be alone as well from time to time

when he is frustrated or mad you can find him at training space with all of the archery targets suffocating with arrows

likes to wake up the whole camp with his gentle and beautiful harp playing

as a son of the god of music, his voice is angel-like but is too shy and doesn’t sing in front of others often

everyone, even his siblings are begging him to sing when they are having camp dinner around a fire ... it takes longer to convince him but it is more than worth it 

with Zeus’s son, Vernon, they are the main controllers of the weather around

one of the only ones against which aphrodite’s children charms can’t do anything

which they are pretty huffy about since they think children of Apollo are a perfect match for them

friends with everyone that is genuine and fair like him

one of the main healers in the camp

trying to help and heal mental illnesses or problems of others because he knows from experience that without a healthy mind your body is useless and life is sad

he came to the camp in his late teens and it didn’t take a long time for Apollo to claim him as his son 

because every time Seungcheol was happy sun shined and when he was sad it hid behind the clouds 

children of Demeter loves him to be around so their gardens are full of light

a lot of campers have a massive crush on him because he’s very manly and has good leadership but he always refuses it when his friends, mainly Wonwoo and Vernon, are telling this to him

he has strong powers and will but a fragile and sensitive soul full of colours to discover

Wonwoo:

son of Hecate, Goddess of magic, crossroads and ghosts

the quiet kid that is walking around the camp with a book in his hands most of the time, having that mysterious irresistible vibe around him

giving people shivers when he is around, but it is not uncomfortable, its actually pleasant and kind of magical

first, appear to be cold and unwelcoming but those few that are close to him discovered his heart-warming personality 

best demigod to ask for advice since he can sense which of your paths going from the crossroad is the best for you... kind of 7th sense of his

loves to loosen up and just stare at the sky throught out starry nights

often talks ghosts of people wandering around the camp not being able to find the way to the other side

helping them to find what is still chaining them down to this world and cooperating with them to find a way to the other side for them

at first, campers though he is talking to himself, but after some time they got used to Wonwoo talks with ghosts that no one other than few children of Hecate could see

sometimes scaring others when he is taking care of or being friends with magical creatures that even demigods are not so sure about 

he often gets visions of near future 

it’s convenient to have him around so he can warn you and you or he can change it for better

he is always going to the forests around to find those curious and adventurous children of Hermes, mainly Dino

helping them find the right way on the crossroad to safely come back home

quite shy and not very social demigod and it’s very rare to get close to him, but those who do get close to him are considered very lucky

came to the camp by himself as he started noticing the traits of demigods he read so much in his books

claimed by Hecate as her son as soon as he came and finally spoke to a ghost for the first time even tho he was seeing them before

giving his friends crystals enchanted by him that is protecting, for example, their health, their relationships or powers and many more

seem calm and not harmful but try to hurt his friends or any innocent magical creature and you’ll regret getting to know his dark side

Mingyu:

son of Poseidon, God of oceans, seas and rivers

one of the most popular demigods in the camp, he is aware of it and actually enjoys it sometimes too much

loves to compete and fight in the arena with other demigods, it’s almost like a leisure activity for him because he is obviously very talented

he loves to fight mainly the children of Ares, Nike and Athena to prove them that he is a better warrior than them and with children of Zeus to challenge another demigod from “big 3″

very social demigod, one of the Poseidon children that has more “wild waters” in them 

can’t be absent in any of parties that are specialities of Dionysus cabin and his children 

“work hard, play hard”, that is his life motto

he is a hard worker and trains his powers very intensely and regularly every day, never complaining about a thing

sometimes he is actually fascinated by his own abilities and watches in awe with big puppy eyes when he can manipulate the water into any shape he wants to 

enjoys the attention of Aphrodite’s children and how they are complimenting him just to get close to him and his stunning appearance 

but actually has soft spot for children of Hephaestus, whos fire was the complete opposite of him and their hard-working nature

they were harder workers than him and even harder to impress which motivated him to be even better and be acknowledged by them once

friends with everyone... at least he think so since he talks with every single soul in the camp

really active and trying to help everyone with everything. even when he doesn’t have any experience and sometimes things end up with a catastrophe

like to relax by swimming alone far, far away from everything or taking walks around the bottom of a big lake since he is able to breathe underwater

came to the camp at a very young age 

he was already but still shortly claimed by his father when his extreme powers and talents started showing up early

not really favoured by children of Hypnos thanks to his loud existence and their love for sleep, which is impossible with him near

very loyal and ready to risk his life for a good thing or his loved ones

loves to flirt with basically anyone but he is secretly waiting for “the one” he will fall for at first sight

Vernon:

son of Zeus, God of the sky, weather and thunder

not shy but not really bold... just chilling and living his best life

really popular among demigods and in camp in general thanks to being the son of the king of the gods but doesn't really care

creating peace between campers it’s his part-time job at this point, mainly between fierce children of Ares and proud children of Poseidon and sometimes even between his own siblings

every time leaving a good first impression with his manners, humour, handsome face and peaceful aura...everyone wants to be his friend

can’t help and find thunderstorms very calming and relaxing

naturally one of the best fighters in the camp but honestly hates to fight with others in the arena or at training

rather training his lightning powers alone because he is worried he could hurt someone with his destructive powers

one of the only Zeus children in centuries that has black feathered wings that let him fly and bring storm with flapping them throught out his flights

best friends with demigods considered by most of the campers as “outsiders” like children of Hades, Persephone or Achlys

supportive and fascinated by the powers of his best friends

with Apollo’s son, Seungcheol, they are the main controllers of the weather around

they are both making sure to keep a perfect balance along with four seasons 

natural but not intentional heart drop of the camp, he doesn’t even notice something like others almost drooling over him

he has extremely good manners and charm that is making any girl melt, their godly origin is not playing a role since he captures hearts of all 

came to a camp in his middle teens when his mother started noticing some traits of his godly father

wasn’t claimed for a very long time since he wasn’t really giving out and showing any particular powers

it was a couple of years already and his father claimed him after Vernon out of frustration of being lonely finally discovered his thunder wings

helping his friends as much as he could even if it’s just making rain appear for them to sleep better

he has one of the most precious souls existing and he deserves just the best

[kakakakashi]

Hellloo❤️ do you mind doing a sad request 👉👈 last words gaara, itachi, and shisui say while dying in your arms 🥺

You got the period memo, didn’t you? Idk if you’re wonderful or horrible, but I just… this is perfect. 

Gaara

He protected you from something, sustaining a fatal blow. His siblings and you have all clawed their way to his side, and you are all crying and holding him. He’s gazing at you with the softest smile.

“You are the most precious thing in my life… I was so lucky to be able to spend my time with you. I wish our time wasn’t cut short, but I’m grateful for every moment with you by my side.”

You beg him not to go, but his breathing stops, and your little family bursts into sobs. Kankuro, Temari, and you all clinging to each other and to Gaara’s body in a crushing group hug.

Itachi

You find him, bleeding out amongst the rubble from his fight with Sasuke. He’s barely breathing, but he somehow finds the strength to dry your tears.

“Don’t cry, darling. You’ve got so much life left to live. I will be with you always, watching over you. I adore you.”

He dries your tears gently, using the last of his strength in an attempt to focus on you, and his body goes limp. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and you just hold him for a while.

Shisui

He’s standing at the ledge with Itachi behind you. His one sharingan, activated while he gazes at you, taking you in one last time while simultaneously flipping through all the memories you shared together,

“Please don’t say anything… My mind’s made up. The only way I’d change it is if you asked me to, and I’ve got to do this. I can hear your voice in my head right now screaming that there’s got to be another way, but we don’t have the time to figure it out… So, this is it. I don’t know what to say other than I love you. Always have. Always will… I swear, I will keep you safe.”

He approaches Itachi, taking out his eye and instructing his best friend to honor the Uchiha clan and the village. Itachi steps back, and you place one final kiss on Shisui’s lips.

“I love you.”

And then, he slips through your fingers.

[sunshinekissesandknives]

God i want to write so bad but im stuck at school rn and unable to concentrate so this is what you get until I delete this later

Tony is an absolute sucker for nicknames, everything under the sun from the cheesy, ridiculous ones that leaves either confusion or laughter in its wake to the more sweeter ones he only dares to indulge in when the night is heavy. Its a hidden symbol of his affection buried under so many layers of defensiveness, tense shoulders, and sharper tongues that anyone unknowing would bristle at the laughter bubbling from him from where the lingering sound of the name hangs in the air.

Funnily enough no one managed to tell Ronin that Tony had a fondness nearly as large as his nonexistent ego and instead moreso the size of the amount of coffee he drinks each day. It starts small, nearly meaningless even to Ronin’s perspectiveness, that Tony seems to smile to himself whenever Ronin snacks on sunflower seeds on the labs rafters, far above the sound of muffled machinery. Little bags of assorted snacks litter the lab days afterward, everything from raisins, travel mix, chips, even foreign candy makes its way to the strangest corners where Ronin nibbles on them curiously. Its fascinating to have so many flavors at his fingertips that his tongue feels numb afterwards until Tony finally grabs where Ronin had been mindlessly eating sour candy for hours and that not even the serum stopped how his stomach rolled for hours afterward.

Still, afterwards candy is much rarer and in smaller quantities but Ronin makes sure to savor each bite of rich chocolate and always cleans his hands before playing with DUM-E or U.

It only took one dramatic clang of a hammer missing its mark and Tony gawking at DUM-E rummaging through a cheeto bag to stop that from ever happening again. He's still convinced that he's hearing the distinct crunch of cheetos being crushed under wheels despite cleaning them himself three whole times where Ronin half slept on the arm of the ancient couch that had made its way on the edge of the room.

The nicknames starts with 'Birdie' of all things after Tony catches where he's watching recording after recording of Riri and Harley dancing with each other in the sky, a beautiful synchronization to their moments thats almost effortless in its simplicity. Meeting anyone at all besides the comforting presence of Tony or the constant, warm one of his siblings still manages to jab a knife of panic between his shoulder blades that Tony only gives a smirk before asking if he would mind doing some stunts for him.

Said stunts are testing the flexibility and durability of the new armor he's planning on refitting for Barton if everything goes correctly but it's interrupted by Ronin’s constant questions and Tony's bemused responses that the worry wonders aimlessly back into his mind. It starts with birdie and escalates to robin after he nearly has a heart attack where Ronin, in a fit of not wanting to go down the stairs to get takeout, flings himself out into the open air of the penthouse only to be caught by Antoshka moments later much to the both of their delight.

Tony would promise to superglue the windows shut if he wasn't sure that Thor or Friggason wouldn't just smash through it, at least Odinson has the tendency to test if it'll open at all before joining their destructive habits. Doesn't mean Ronin doesn't give some of his honey chicken to Tony as an apology where he's still eyeing the window distrustfully. Robin comes with several pillows and blankets nearly covering the scarily large couch filling the empty lounge area of the penthouse, silent even where Ronin is sure he can hear the sounds of countless people moving and breathing a couple floors down.

Ronin hoards only the softest of the blankets and fights whenever Yasha steals the several plushies stashed within the nest and whines afterwards when Yasha artfully ignores him. Its feeling calm once after a lifetime as Ronin buries himself deeper into the space between the couch and Tony's side as its so warm that the nightmares melt along with him.

The last of the nicknames comes when his nightmares reform themselves several nights later along the huddled, hunched form pressed within the confines of the bathroom. Its the only room somewhat closed in and doesnt cause his heartrate to spike with adrenaline from the sheer openness of the rest of the floor. Tony sits on the other side of the door and speaks of songbirds and beautiful laughter reminding him of the frustratingly charming chirps of mocking birds high above the ever moving earth. Speaks of dawning sunsets draped in red and purple and how he wishes that he'll show him that one day without the ever present lights of the city. Songbird is the last of the names but it's by far the most precious.