#to get used to writing second person and strictly gn

[locketsvault]

「 AYATO WITH INVESTIGATOR S/O 」

pairing: ayato kirishima x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, first person, no pronouns/afab gender used, fluff

warnings: canon angst, discrimination mentioned, fluff, sfw “nudity”, back massage with no shirt on, kissing, strictly sfw I promise

request: Hii, can i request some fluff with Ayato (tokyo ghoul) with (an investigator) gn reader? (original request found here.)

word count: 835

a/n: this was honestly quite a hard topic to write about, trying to balance a character who’s angsty, usually mows down investigators happily, with an investigator partner and make it fluffy. I hope it’s to your liking, I did my best to make it fluffy!

You two are a match made in… I can’t say Heaven, that’s a stretch. But you’re definitely a match. How it came to be? That’s a little secret. Some rumors say that you rescued him from being executed, while others say he saved you from being eaten by another ghoul. No matter how though, it was hard to deny you two were a wonderful match.

It was like looking at the black cat and golden retriever trope. It didn’t matter if you were a black cat too, being an investigator made you seem much more lively than a certain emo.

Sadly you two had to keep your relationship a secret from everyone around you, of course with the treat of death on both sides. But after the events of :re you were able to see each other without that threat lingering over your head. And it only made you two closer. You were finally able to move in together, just the two of you in your small apartment near his sisters coffee shop. It was home.

“You’re late.” Ayato stated the second you walked through a door, a false look of annoyance gracing his features.

“Paperwork,” you whined as you took off your coat and shoes. “He’s the worse boss ever, I swear. He makes me write the dumbest reports up, and he always tells me to do it right before I come home.”

“Then quit.” His tone was dead serious, you knew it, and you shot him a light hearted glare for it.

You knew you couldn’t though, you worked so hard to get where you were. He knew how important your job was to you. And he appreciated an open minded investigator among all the well… close minded humans. But he still sometimes wished you quit, for your safety. He also feared having to fight you or accidentally killing you without realizing it was you. That wasn’t fair though, he knew your scent by heart.

You dragged your body to the couch and collapsed onto him with a soft groan. His fake annoyance disappeared, instead replaced with a look of amusement. He can feel your body tense against his, and one touch down your back answered to him exactly why.

“… you were dualing again weren’t you.”

“Yes, but, I didn’t expect to today so I didn’t properly stretch.” You answered as you gave him a guilty smile.

This time he actually gave you a look of annoyance. “Sit up.” He commanded, quiet but affirmative.

“Noooo, I just laid down.” You whined, burying your face into his neck.

All you needed right now was him, to be in his arms, and all the pain would go away. However, that did not work. He huffed and made you both sit up before turning you so your back was facing him. A few sputter and whines later, your shirt was removed and thrown haphazardly on the ground.

“I can practically feel how tense your body is as if it’s my own. No fighting me on this.” The words “let me take care of you” left unspoken but was clearly there.

And how could you say no? So with a faux pout you stayed still as he grabbed some muscle relaxer and started to work it into your soft skin. You couldn’t help but release a hard sigh at the feeling. Your job could be so physical demanding and it wasn’t always easy to take care of your body. Your eyes closed as you took in his touch and warmth. You always cherished soft moments like this with him. He had changed so much since you first met, he had changed for you. You needed this, and you needed some unwinding with him.

“Thank you…” you whispered, breaking the soft silence between you.

You could feel his touch hesitate a bit, still not used to hearing such words in a genuine way. You could hear the almost silent huff and could practically feel the smile he was trying to keep in.

“All done, feel better?” He asked, wiping off his hands before getting up.

You rolled your shoulders and moved around a little. You couldn’t deny, you were feeling much better now. He came back and handed you one of his own shirts, much to your pleasure. You happily put it on and wiggled out of your work pants.

“Thank you my love.” You reached out, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

“You already said that,” he mumbled against your lips before picking you up, “come on, time for bed.”

“Man, my night was just getting started.” You grumbled, rolling your head back.

He rolled his eyes and laid you down, turning off the lights before laying down with you. He pulled you close and caressed your cheek, before kissing you again. It was gentle, more gentle than you were used to from him. He must been feeling extra domestic. You weren’t going to point it out though, it was cute and you loved it.

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[emo-trash101]

HELLO HELLO ONYX,DEARIE!!

I'm baaaack!~

(me,coming to your blog when I have an Idea because I want to feed you: )

The platonic asker,yours truly,has come once more to request a new platonic headcanon!

May I please have platonic! any character you'd like (Maybe Alastor,Vox and Lucifer,but you may change that as always! All characters are welcome.) With Child!Gn!Reader that randomly goes out (maybe teleports? Idk,just a random idea) and brings back random sinners (mostly poor and homeless) at the hotel/the character's work and goes "They wanted to work for/with you!!" with that little sweet and innocent voice of theirs? They're really naive and talks to everyone really kindly,a bit like my first ask! They're just a sweet sunshine kid that wants to help those in need! It's not their fault there are bad people that may use them,they just want to help!!

Anyways,I think that's good for me!!

Here's another reminder to take care of yourself! Eat,drink and sleep well,honey!

Enjoy writing this new prompt <33

Stay proud,

-Nina <33

I MISSEDD YOUUUU!!! And that prompt is giving me flashbacks to when I brought a feral raccoon into my house when I was a little kid lmao. But I love this!

Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer x Sweet Child! reader

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND SHOULD ONLY BE TAKEN AS SUCH

Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral

Tw: Kidnapping? (Can a child kidnap someone?), pedos, general hazbin hotel

Alastor -

- I would say this man would be disappointed but in all honesty, he probably taught you how to steal people by accident.

- It would most likely take place after Charlie goes on one of her rants about how she needs more people at the hotel, and you being the cute little child you are, waddle away to go find some.

- I feel like he wouldn't particularly notice you missing until you show back up, random ass sinner in tow.

- Obviously you get lectured by everyone for stealing a person off the street and bringing him to where you live.

- cause...y'know...pedophiles happen to be in hell.

- But after you pull out the cute little eyes and the "I just wanted to help" everyone kinda gives up.

- Alastor does make you release him back outside like a butterfly you grabbed (omg that is something I never thought I would write)

Vox -

- As I've mentioned before, this man kinda lowkey sucks.

- Like Alastor, probably accidentally taught you how to steal someone, but he probably did it on purpose or some shit.

- You'd most likely see him murder fire another one of his workers and decide that he needs an immediate replacement.

- So you take your two little feet and waddle down the streets of hell asking anyone and everyone if they want to work for Vox.

- Obviously everyone wants to work for the Vees, so you end up bringing like a hoard of people to the office and kinda just, bring them in.

- As I've mentioned, this man would not notice you being gone like, ever, so when you magically show tf up with like 70 people all in tow, he is partially impressed and partially confused.

- He asks you why you brought so many people and you just look up at him with your cute little baby doll eyes and go "I thought you needed someone to replace mr. dead guy".

- He honestly kinda appreciates it and gives you a little pat on the head as he kills kicks out everyone you brought.

Lucifer -

- This man pays copious amounts of attention to you so the fact you were able to waddle away to go collect people off the street is honestly astounding.

- He was like, super art blocked and could not come up with another idea for a duck, and it was starting to piss both of you off.

- So you do your little thing and walk off by yourself to collect another person to help come up with some sweet succulent duck ideas.

- Well turn out, creepy people exist in hell (surprise surprises).

- So a creepy ass guy follows you to the palace and when you get back Lucifer panics.

- He was worried you died or something and was about to go find you when you show up with a rando behind you.

- Lucifer politely scolds you for running off like that, but before you could introduce him to the guy you found to help, the guy left.

- So you give up and instead devote a lot of your time to making a new rubber duck

- Lucifer ends up making a duck that can track where you are incase you go wandering off again.

This was so funny to write, I hope y'all enjoyed reading it!

[ilikemicrowaves]

Some more designs

This time with Tailwind, Kestrel, and Hailstorm. Chameleon isn't featured like I said he would be because I decided I would be making a separate post on not just him but his shapes as well.

Tailwind

We don't really know much about Tailwind themself, other than what personality we see written in their writing and bits about themself they've given us, like how they don't know what's pretty or not, they don't care for fashion, and they're a swordsmith. As well as their feelings towards their brother, Canyon. Despite believing they are just a dragon who so happens to be related to Tailwind, in Canyon's final moments, Tailwind gifted him throwing daggers and armor in the arena. I like to head canon that Tailwind is a greatly intelligent individual, but not in like math or anything, just with socializing. They avoid it at all costs, but they know the ins and outs of it and how to stay off someones bad side ( example: Queen Firestorm ). I hc them as a nonbinary aromantic lesbian who uses strictly they/them only. The goggles on their head is not to strain their eyes during work, and the mask is to not inhale any metal debrie in the air while they work. Nothing in their design for symbolism, just a lighter shade than their brother. Though, if you think of smth in their design that has symbolism, I'd love to hear.

Kestrel

Die, stay dead, forever / hj. I hated Kestrel as a dragon, but I love her as a character. There's a lot you can do with her ( if she wasn't yk, dead, but that's we have fanfiction for ). If she hadn't died, imagine how Escaping Peril would have been like, or Peril's character by herself. I still don't think Kestrel and Peril would have gotten along if they got to have their "mother-daughter" time. Kestrel would be too pushy with things, maybe even want to use Peril to scare people a little to get what she wanted. But maybe not, because it seemed she did have a soft side, deep, deep, DEEP down for Peril and the DoD. Peril would not be comfortable with her pushinus and would want to avoid her for it, and if Kestrel did start using her to scare dragons, Peril would be getting reminded of Scarlet. For her design, I made her color pallette using the brown colors off both Sky and Peril. In the gn, she's just this plain red, but in the books, she's the color of rust. I liked the idea of rust, but I love brown skywings. I think when I design Soar, he'll have rust colors, so it's obvious we're their Offspring get their bronze and brown colors.

Hailstorm / Pyrite / Sapphire

I love Hailstorm and Pyrite a lot. ( I wanna share my hc about them here. They are plural, genderfluid, bigender, and abrosexual. ) They're so fascinating, two dragons in one. ( technically not ). After the events of the books, I like to think that after Hailstorm moved back into the tribe, they didn't quite like it. Nothing here sat with them the right way anymore, and it never would. The cold felt cold, the wind had a shiver, and the dragons' true colors really started to show to Hailstorm. And man, Tundra would be insufferable to Hailstorm now. She would never shut up about how Winter ruined everything for the family. They did not want to be Icewing. They wanted fire again. They wanted warmth again. So Hailstorm hits the road to Sanctuary and asks Winter for the Pyrite enchantment. ( of course, with all their memory intact. ). Hailstorm was a noble dragon, and a noble dragon like him did not want to live by Icewing noble standards. The abuse was enough for them. Hailstorm changed his name, but not to Pyrite, because they were no longer Fools gold. They were Sapphire. Let's go back to Hailstorm for a second. When thinking of their new name, they decided to rewrite the enchanted a little. Pyrite could still be conscious alongside Hailstorms conscious. Together, they choose Sapphire. Sapphire represents royalty, faithfulness, sincerity, and truth. All the things both of them wanted. All their memories are together. Together, they are Sapphire, and that's how they wanted it to be. For the bodies, Sapphire picks whatever body they feel more connected to in the moment.

[delphi-dreamin]

Sooooo...

Would anyone be interested if I started taking requests for OM headcanons and maybe drabbles/ficlets? For now I could only really write for the brothers for now, but I'm working on getting more comfortable with the dateables and Luke.

So yeah...Let me know?

[silveryclear]

LIMBO

Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn

NSFW MDNI all content regarding STNAF and this blog is strictly 18+

Pairings: Friend X GN! Reader

CW: Suggestive themes | Grinding | Dirty dancing | Obsessive behavior

Summary: You and Friend go to a gay club and dance real dirty together

A/N: This song has been stuck in my head for months and I can’t listen to it without imagining Friend dancing and singing the chorus to SH, and this was the end result. Enjoy my self indulgent writing. Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

I know you want some more

Bend over baby, touch your toes

Wanna see you drop it low, limbo

The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco

You didn’t know what the fuck you were expecting when you finally agreed to come to the club with Friend, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.

There was Friend, in his pink crop top and short glittery pink skirt, grinding his crotch against your clothed ass while he held onto your waist.

How did the two of you end up like this again?

“We should totally go to this new gay club that opened recently, it’ll be fun!” Friend says with a look of excitement on his face.

You, however, are not as excited. “I don’t know… I’m not the type of person that goes to clubs a lot, y’know? It’s just not my scene.” You say, unsurely.

He smiles softly at you and grabs your hands in his. “That’s okay. How about this, we can go have a few drinks, dance a little bit, and as soon as you get uncomfortable, we turn back. How does that sound?”

You ponder over it for a few seconds. “Do you promise not to leave my side?”

Friend smirks mischievously. “Oh, sweetheart…” He purrs in a low voice. “There’s no way in Hell I’m letting you out of my sight~” He winks. Before you could even attempt to ask what he meant by that, you were being gently pushed into your room to get ready.

An hour later you come out of your room with the best club outfit you could conjure form your closet, only to be upstaged by your smoking hot friend who’s sitting on your couch, casually scrolling through his phone as if he didn’t just make you ruin your underwea-

“Sweetheart! You look amazing!” Friend exclaims while his eyes run over your body with a wide grin, making you blush in embarrassment.

“Look who’s talking…” You chuckle, slightly bashful.

Friend raises his eyebrow and smirks arrogantly. “Oh yeah~?” He approaches you slowly, his eyes trained on your fidgeting form. “You think I look good, baby~?” He says in that flirty, teasing tone he always uses when he wants to get a reaction out of you.

And you can’t help but give him exactly the reaction he was expecting as your eyes widen and you start blushing profusely. “S-Shut up! Anyways! Aren’t we going to the club? Let’s leave already!” You don’t give your best friend any time to respond as you march right through the door.

Friend grins and chuckles in amusement as he watches you leave. For a moment, his intense gaze focuses on the way your hips swing slightly as you walk away flustered, and he can’t help the way his cheeks flare up and mouth waters at the sight. He manages to break free from his trance before following right behind you with renewed purpose, anxious to get to the club and use this as an excuse to be as close to you as possible.

The club is in full swing by the time you guys arrive. The place is dark with a very colorful theme as neon lights drowned the room in an array of colors. Music is blaring through the speakers as a crowd gathered on the dance floor, sweaty bodies swaying and grinding against each other to the rhythm. You blush as you realize you had been staring and ask Friend to take you to the bar for a drink. You’re definitely way too sober for this at the moment.

After the first few drinks, you finally feel some of your anxiety slowly begin to fade as you welcome the warm haze and feeling of lightness that the alcohol brings.

“Okay! So, first impressions of the place?” Friend asks you as he sips on his cocktail.

“It’s a little bit much for my tastes, but I like it! It’s actually really nice, and I’m having fun!” You yell over the music, leaning closely towards Friend. You take a quick whiff of his scent as you do and your mind begins to wander off to the same place as it did when you first saw Friend’s outfit.

Friend grins and blushes slightly at the closeness, placing his hand on your waist to keep you close. Your heartbeat picks up. “I’m glad! I knew you’d like it!” He looks over to the dance floor and leans closer to you. “Do you wanna dance~?” He asks into your ear, his warm breath making your shiver.

You snap out of your daze and chuckle. “I’m drunk, but not that drunk!”

“There’s an easy solution for that, sweetheart~” Friend winks before turning towards the bar and asking the bartender for something. Soon, Friend stands before you with a large grin on his face as he holds a shot glass in each hand. “Do you dare~?” He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing you.

You laugh at his goofy behavior and take the shot from his hand. “I dare~” You wink at him.

Friend’s face brightens and he links the arm he’s holding his shot with, with yours. “Ready?”

“Ready!” You exclaim as you both down your shots with your arms linked, hissing as it burns your throat slightly. “Man, I can never get used to that.”

Friend laughs as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor with him. You tense up as the atmosphere begins to feel rather suffocating with other people’s sweaty bodies bumping into yours and the music blaring loudly from the speakers. Friend notices your discomfort and grabs your hands and pulls you close to him, shielding you from the other dancers.

“Are you alright? Do you want to leave?” Friend says soothingly in your ear as he rubs your back.

You blush slightly at his concern and shake your head, leaning towards his ear. “No, it’s okay. I guess the shot hasn’t kicked in yet.”

Friend chuckles and smiles at you. “Then let’s get you warmed up, shall we~?” He winks before grabbing your hips, a safe distance between the two of you. You can’t help the warmth that grows on your cheeks as he does. Thankfully, it’s just dark enough for it to go unnoticed. “Is this okay?” He asks, making sure you are comfortable with it.

You nod your head and place your hands on his shoulders, not knowing where else to put them. Friend chuckles and looks at you affectionately. “Just follow my lead, yeah?”

Friend begins by moving his hips to the rhythm of the music and gestures for you to do the same. You tense up at first, moving almost robotically, hyperaware of your surrounding. “Just focus on me…” Friend’s smooth voice breaks you from your thoughts. “Don’t look at anyone else, just look at me.” You blush and nod as you let Friend take the lead. His hands on your hips guide you into moving your hips slowly, just enough to get you comfortable with moving them. Soon enough, you’re swaying to the rhythm, giggling as you begin to feel yourself get lost in the music. Friend grins widely as he sees you start to enjoy yourself. He lets go of your hips and watches in awe as you let yourself go completely.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins, you begin to dance like never before. It’s as if your body is on autopilot. It knows where you should place your hands, traveling up your hips, waist and sides as your hips loosen even further. It knows when the beat is perfect to shake your ass to, and when to drop it down low and pick it up slowly, sensually. And it knows when someone grabs you from behind to join you.

Friend had barely danced himself when he became enthralled by your display. Eyes glued on your ethereal body, he felt himself grow hard at the way your body moved perfectly to the rhythm. There is something so raw and enticing about watching the person you’ve been obsessed with for most of your life, who rarely relaxes, just cut loose completely. Friend felt that he was gazing at a new side of you, one that is vulnerable and so unapologetically you that he couldn’t bring himself to tear away from you. With this realization, his possessiveness grew, and he knew that if he could be absolutely mesmerized by you, then so could others. Other people were already staring and looking to approach you. Before any of them had a chance, he takes a hold of your hips and pulls into him, letting out a growl and glaring menacingly.

Absolutely consumed by the music, you barely reacted when you felt familiar hands grab your waist from behind, thumbs rubbing circles on your exposed skin. He growls lowly, pressing his front against your back as if to exert his claim over you to the rest of the gawkers. He leans his head forward, his voice low and sexually charged as he whispers in your ear, “Is this okay~?”

You can only answer with a nod as all words had died in your throat as soon as he grabbed your waist. Your body pressed against his toned, strong one left you breathless as you become hyper aware of your best friend. Had Friend always been this strong? The way he held onto you only spurred your body further as you take the initiative and move your body against his. You blush once you heard him chuckle in amusement as he began to move against you.. You gasped, holding onto his bare thighs as he slowly ground his hips against your ass. His skirt and your bottoms skimpy enough to feel the outline of his half hard cock brushing against your cheeks over them.

Oh fuck. You were in trouble. With the last thread of self control snapping from the arousing sensation of his dick grinding on your ass, you grabbed onto the nape of his neck as you ground your ass back onto him.

I know you want some more

Bend over baby, touch your toes

Wanna see you drop it low, limbo

The way she look over her shoulder drive me loco

Friend let out a low groan behind you and whispered seductively in your ear. “That’s it, baby… Just focus on me…” You couldn’t help the shiver that coursed through your body as you recall the words he had whispered soothingly before are now being uttered in such a lustful way that they changed meanings completely. You let out an involuntary moan.

Friend grins widely, your sounds and movements only feeding into his obsession for you. “You like that, sweetheart~?” He chuckles darkly. “Follow my lead~”

As soon as he said that, you were bent forward as one of his hands held onto your shoulder and the other one gripped your hip tightly. The new position had you feeling flustered and exposed, but all worries were washed away as soon as Friend’s hips ground against your clothed sex. You bit your lip and moved your hips in sync with Friend’s, the sexually charged atmosphere only fueling your bodies into becoming more daring.

Friend was already going crazy with the way your body desperately grinds against his, as well as your eagerness to follow and please him. He was already thinking about taking you home, let the drive over sober you up before finishing what you both started. But when you look over shoulder, lips parted and panting heavily, and half lidded eyes filled with lust trained on him as you kept moving… he almost came right there.

He growled and pulled you back against him, turning you to face him, his lustful gaze hiding something more primal in the depths. “Is there something you’ve been meaning to tell me, sweetheart~?” He says in your ear, holding you tightly against him as if you have no other choice but to answer.

With liquid courage still coursing through your veins you blurt out, “I like you.”

This surprises Friend as he didn’t expect you to admit it so easily, but he doesn’t complain and instead, leans closer as he holds your chin. “I like you too~” He places a soft kiss on your lips and pull back, grinning at your flustered expression. “I really want us to finish this dance… alone~” He purrs and whisperers in your ear. “Can we~?”

Your frantic nods aren’t enough to express just how much you want this to happen, how much you’ve been craving your best friend since this afternoon.

You didn’t know what the fuck you were expecting when you finally agreed to come to the club with Friend, but it sure as hell wasn’t this~

[versadies]

love at first punch (scaramouche x gn!reader)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET'S SEE WHAT'S INSIDE! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

SALUTATIONS. love at first punch

ADDRESSED. scaramouche, father!zhongli (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. spyxfamily au, telepathic!reader, violence (mild), bullying, father!zhongli (platonic), spoilers to inazuma archon quest act 3, not proof-read

STAMP. in which you enroll in a school as a telepathic and do your best to help your father in completing his mission: to befriend the fearsome raiden shogun's second son! inspired by spyxfamily

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @coleluuviida @034ven @dear-dairiess @luv3rxcha @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat

POST-SCRIPT. had a thought about what if scaramouche is damian and reader is anya as soon as i finished writing a scaramouche fic so i decided to write another fic bcuz why not 💀💀💀

NAVIGATION

You want nothing more but to get out of this insane school and watch your favorite show in your home.

But curse your father for having to drag you into this school for some goddamn mission of his! 

“If you want to help your father, you must befriend someone whose mother is a powerful figure, his name is Scaramouche.” Zhongli, your father, told you strictly when the both of you are on your way to your new school. “That’s one of your goals for this school, so don’t make him become your enemy, alright? Don’t forget to study hard as well.”

You let out a sigh, wiping the sweat off your forehead when you remembered his words to you. “I think I’m gonna fail in both.” You mumbled with a sigh.

“Fail in what?” 

You flinched when you heard your schoolmate, Ayato, speak up with a curious look on his face as the two of you walk down the hallway to go to your first class. “Are you alright? You look quite unwell.” In all honesty, you didn’t really mean to befriend Ayato since you thought he was the one your father’s looking for, but after reading Zhongli’s thoughts, you concluded that you got the wrong person.

Thankfully, your mistake didn’t go for naught. 

“Smart move, ( Name )!” Zhongli thought as his eyes brightened at the sight of you interacting with the blue-haired man. “You have befriended the son of one of the most powerful companies in this country, let’s hope you can keep making more friends!” 

You nodded reassuringly in response to Ayato’s question.  “I’m alright, don’t worry about me. I just.. Miss my home since I’m used to being homeschooled.” 

Before Ayato could respond, someone bumps into his shoulder while walking. “Then go home if you want it so bad, loser.” 

When your eyes catch a glimpse of the stranger, your heart drops.

Oh god why did your father’s target’s kid have to be an asshole!

“...I’m sorry?” You asked, letting out a fake laugh as the stranger stops his tracks. “I can’t help but wonder when did I ask for your opinion.” 

The student, Scaramouche, turns around, followed by his two friends who were following him. “Do you know who I am?”

You sweatdropped when you realized how this situation would go. Sorry dad, I’m about to fail your first goal!

You then decided to calm down and looked at his indigo eyes,

And force out a smile.

“Remember ( Name ),” Zhongli said as you take a break from your self-defense training. “You should know that a smile is the strongest weapon, for it stops a fight before it could happen. So if you ever encounter a situation where it’ll end up with a fight, smile at your opponent and hope for the best.”

You watched as Scaramouche and even Ayato felt taken back from your sudden change of expression, but it didn’t stop you from continuing to smile. If only you knew that in others’ perspective, you looked like you were planning to do something mischievous or sinister.

“...What the hell are you smiling about?” Scaramouche asked. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel offended by your reaction. He was used to other students cowering in fear when he mentions his distant mother, so seeing you smiling in response made him feel… pathetic!

“Why should I tell you?” You responded, internally relieved that he didn’t see your palms sweating nervously. You don’t know how you can go home knowing that you made Scaramouche see you as his enemy.

Before he could respond, you immediately turned around. “Come on, Ayato. Let’s go to our classes before we get late” You spoke, acting as if nothing happened at all. 

Ayato didn’t know what to say. He was quite impressed that you’ve treated Scaramouche that way, especially since you knew who he is. 

However, your hopes of being free from your situation have paused when you felt someone throwing a paper on your head, causing you to touch your head and look behind you, only to see Scaramouche and his friends watching you mischievously. 

“You’ve got some nerve, loser.” He spoke with a huff. “You just made yourself my very own victim, I won’t let you get away with this!”

“Yeah! Scaramouche will bully you so bad, you’ll leave the school crying!”

“And there’s nothing you can do!” 

Your eyes narrow in response. Is this the perfect time for me to defend, dad? You thought, trying to remember what your father told you during your training. 

However, your rational self has flown out of the window the moment Scaramouche spoke the next words. 

“By the end of the day, you’ll come home crying to your father. Maybe then you’ll learn not to mess with someone like me, at least I have a mother unlike yo–”

For one moment, Scaramouche was standing still taunting you, 

But the next thing you know, he was suddenly flown across the hallway.

“Oh my god, boss!”

“Scaramouche, are you alright?!”

“What happened?!” 

Your eyes widen in realization when you realize what you just did, glancing down at your clenched fist and at Scaramouche's fallen state. Oh crap what have I done?! You thought in panic.

“I take back what I thought about you, ( Name ),” Ayato spoke up, his eyes sparkling at the incident that had occured. “You’re definitely more amusing than I thought you’d be.”

That comment doesn’t even help the situation at all. You thought, dreading for the worse when you heard heavy footsteps coming from behind you. 

“( Name )!” A teacher yelled, fuming at the sight of the incident in front of him. “Come to my office now, I’ll call your father right this instant about what you’ve done!” 

You immediately looked down at your feet, your palms sweating even more when you heard that Zhongli will be coming to your school. 

You’re doomed..!

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As Raiden Shogun’s second son, it was no surprise that Scaramouche never once experienced someone being vile towards him.

He was used to people groveling beneath him and singing praises into his ears in hopes of getting to his good side and potentially be close to his mother, which in his opinion is a pointless way to do it since the woman never even paid attention to him much. 

But you…

You’re the first person who gave him the experience of getting punched for the first time, the audacity!

Ever since the incident, he has been glaring at you whenever you’re in the same room as him, thoughts of insults towards you are running in his mind.  Just who do you think you are?! What made you think you could get away with punching him just because his moth���

His thoughts are cut off when he hears you laugh from something Ayato told you.

…This is strange, he thought, confused with this sudden feeling in his chest. Is he sick?

He continues to stare at you in an unexplainable look on his face as his harsh thoughts fade away. It wasn’t until you slowly glanced at his direction when he instantly looked away, his cheeks turning red. 

What on earth was that?!

Focus, Scaramouche. He thought with a huff, not noticing the way you flinched from hearing his thoughts. You can get your revenge later. 

Unfortunately, revenge never came. 

During lunch time, he finds himself sitting across from you, who’s standing in front of him and his friends with a guilty look on your face. With his irritated face, everyone thought he was irritated at the sight of you trying to apologize to him, but in reality, he’s simply irritated that he can’t find any words to speak to you. 

“I…” You mumbled, looking down at the ground hesitantly as you hear many unpleasant thoughts from people around you. 

Are they even trying? They don’t even look like they regret it. 

Who are they to punch someone like Scaramouche? The nerve! 

I bet they think they could be better than him. 

How did they even get to this school? Their father isn’t even that important like the rest of our parents. 

You close your eyes shut, bowing towards Scaramouche. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to punch you. I just wanted to be your friend.” You explained as calmly as possible. The last thing you need right now is them pointing out how nervous you were. 

He crosses his arms with a huff, trying not to show you the conflicted look on his face with the help of his facade. “And do you think I’m willing to accept that meaningless apology and be friends with you?”

You looked away from his eyes, still feeling ashamed that you’ve disappointed your father on the first day.

Unfortunately, Scaramouche’s usual facade drops immediately when he sees the way your shoulders slumped and act like a kicked puppy.

“...I see…” You mumbled, sighing deeply before turning around–

“Wa.. Wait!” He stops you, causing you to look at him in confusion. “...Since you had a reason to punch me then… I guess I deserved it,” He spoke, ignoring the way his friends’ eyes popped out in shock from his words. No way! Scaramouche let you go without any revenge?! What did you tell him?

Nothing, absolutely nothing. You simply made the second son of the Raiden Shogun feel conflicted with his feelings after one strong punch.

“Therefore, I… don’t consider you as my enemy.” 

He watches as your eyes brighten in response, your shoulders instantly relax as you bow gratefully. “Thank you, Scaramouche. I’ll try not to punch you again next time!” 

Just like that, you bowed and ran off towards where Ayato is, leaving Scaramouche all alone with his friends in confusion.

“Aw man, I thought this was gonna get interesting.” One of his friends spoke honestly, hoping that the situation would end with a fight again.

Despite his friends’ disappointment in Scaramouche letting you go so easily, the student could honestly care less of what they think. Not when he was distracted by something else. 

Why is my heart beating so fast?

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰crossteaming !꒱

genshin characters as your streamer bf/gf !

character x gn!reader

includes albedo, childe, kaeya, xiao, and hu tao!

warnings : none.

a/n : these ended up being longer than i expected, so im splitting up the post a bit <3 hope you enjoy :D

ALBEDO - THE MINECRAFT YOUTUBER

albedo gives me wilbur soot vibes, minus the height.

if anyone in genshin were to join a minecraft smp just to reenact hamilton and be a jason dean kinnie, itd be albedo and im absolutely right about this.

teaches klee how to play too, his most popular stream was when they beat the ender dragon together :)

he also seems like the type to strictly use minecraft education edition, which is also totally valid because some of the recipes in there are literally so cool ???

pulls a dantdm and has his own minecraft lab and everything, doing all his silly little experiments!

“surcose, we need to sell drugs out of a van RIGHT NOW.”

when chat found out you and albedo were dating, there were two reactions.

one side was really happy for you both, the other was albedos parasocial fangirls who immediately put you on a hitlist.

seriously, if you had a dollar for everytime you were @ed in tweets about writing your name in a death note, youd have enough money to pay for every single persons therapy appointments.

youre always there to cheer him on when hes in mcc, his own little personal cheerleader :)

you show up at his office and just.. stand in front of the door, staring at him through the window. it sounds weird yes, but the shocked expression on his face is worth the wait for him to notice.

CHILDE - THE GRAND THEFT AUTO ONLINE ROLEPLAYER

“no chat i have not gone red. im just startled, thats all.”

childe is the type of fella to participate in the most wacky roleplays on gta online, and i am sticking by this headcannon.

hes done everything from a drug empire to owning his own country, nothing is off limits.

surprisingly hes a really good actor? when youre watching his streams you dont get the cringey second hand embarrassment, its just fun entertainment :D

it took his chat wayyy to long to realize how fine he is, although to be fair he did have mostly men watching him. (not like thats an excuse or anything.)

i feel hes definitely been nominated for a streamy before! whether or not you think he deserves to win is up to you though LMAO

“only a small percentage of my viewers are actually subscribed-”

childe leaked your relationship by accident once by having a tab open of your instagram while he was streaming.

when chat confronted him, he kind of just… ended stream. (real smooth.)

fans went to your instagram afterwards and saw pictures of you two together and started posting them to twitter, and childe ended up on trending because of it.

you felt indifferent to the whole thing, but childe was panicking. he didnt want to let his viewers into that part of his life just yet, but he was, scientifically speaking, caught lacking.

you dont appear on streams much, and childe still avoids allegations about your relationship entirely. its not that he doesnt want to show you off, he does! he just doesnt like having less differentiation between his online persona and his private life.

“whos instagram are you stalking…? thats gonna be all from me chat goodnight!”

KAEYA - THE VALORANT STREAMER

kaeya doesnt play valorant because hes good at it, but because its fun to mess with the fanbase.

you know THOSE vtubers who are.. weirdly sexual? kaeya is like that but he does it in a satirical way. 

likes messing with the homophobes too, but everyone still debates on what his sexuality is (kind of like jschlatt.)

definitely is problematic on twitter on purpose just to get people to talk about him, hes a little bit of an attention whore but we love him anyways <3

has never apologized for anything hes said or done EVER, and doesnt plan on it either.

“what do you mean i got canceled on twitter AGAIN? its only been 3 days!”

chat didnt believe him when he said he was in a relationship. so be dragged your ass into his room to show them.

it didnt work though, they thought you were a paid actor for the next 2 months LMAO

it got to a point where kaeya was doing literally anything on stream to convince chat, and finally you had enough.

you told him to take a break from streaming, he was way too obsessed with trying to prove something that doest matter to anybody but the two of you.

something finally clicked in his head, and after that you dont appear on camera as much anymore. for the most part people believe that you two are together, but hell still get donations joking around that they dont think youre a couple, simply because its funny.

“thank you for 200 bits! ….i am retracting my thank you.”

XIAO - THE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS PLAYER

i dont have any reason for this connection, other than it feels right.

if xiao werent a league player i would suggest smite, he just seems like hed be more into team games like that rather than overwatch or valorant.

just because hes my favorite doesnt mean im letting him off easily, league players get no rights <3 and xiao is no exception.

unironically listens to k/da as well, knows all the choreography but will literally never admit to it.

everyone in his chat has channel points stacked up to tell him to hydrate, he tends to forget when he gets really into the match.

“stream more by k/da for clear skin. no i will NOT be giving you a demo, i dont want a dmca.”

youre xiaos number one bully, and chat is always there to back you up.

when i played lol i was an ahri main, so stick with me here, its about to get real self indulgent.

youre a cosplayer, and one of your favorite ways to mess with your boyfriend is to dress up as his favorite characters. (peak s/o behavior right there.)

chat teased him heavily for his reaction, you could hear my chemical romance being blasted from the bedroom that night.

something about the cosplayer x gamer trope is just sooo <3

“you have no respect for league of legends players.” (duh - an ex league player)

HU TAO - THE DEAD BY DAYLIGHT PLAYER

when hu tao first heard about dbd i imagine she thought it would be an easy way to gain new clients, now she sticks around because its fun to terrorize people as killer, and be an absolute menace as survivor.

i think shed be a nurse main, but one of those that are insanely good at playing nurse. she wins the game in no time because her teleports are perfect. 

i can only imagine how many people have rage quit because of her.

along with dead by daylight, i see her just overall being a horror game player. lots of five nights at freddys, resident evil, etc.

shes never gotten scared on camera before, chat has tried but shes always one step ahead.

“i lied, i dont actually like sex. put your clothes back on i need to explain to you the entirety of the five nights at freddys timeline.”

hu taos favorite pastime is scaring you, she stays on top of the newest horror content specifically because of that. (oh, and its also kind of her brand. but she puts you first <3)

shed sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if youre playing dead by daylight together. she always says if at least you survive its good enough of a victory for her too.

she also has gone on record to say yall are playing the security breach dlc the day it drops. run while you still have the chance.

youve tried to convince her to tweet at shayne and ryan about being on an episode of ghost files but everytime she just suggests to play phasmophobia instead. like cmon girl those are two different things.

even thought shes trying to scare you on purpose, you know shes always got your back if something happens.

“ha look at your face! …okay okay im sorry! come here, youre fine, ive got you.”

[stitcheswashere13]

can i get hcs for Ghostface(danny if possible), Billy Lenz, and Brahms with an s/o who has really bad memory problems like they'll forget something in five seconds, or won't remember something they should no matter how hard they try

Of course! I relate to this a bit too much lol.

Slashers in this: Ghostface (Danny, Stu and Billy Loomis), Brahms, Billy lenz, Tiffany valentine.

Gn reader

Warnings ⚠️: Billy lenz being well- himself. pure fluff!

SOME SLASHERS × A BAD MEMORY S/O

GHOSTFACE

Danny-

He would be your reminder, everything you mention to him he writes down on a peice of paper. "What did I come in here for-???" "You where getting yourself a bowl of serial."

Danny doesn't really mind, it only takes him about 5 seconds to remind you about things, although he does think it's funny how he can tell you the same thing 5 times and you still forget.

If you need sticky notes or a planner this man will grab them from the store for you.

Stu-

If I'm being honest stu forgets everything too. You both will walk into the kitchen, open up the fridge and wonder why the hell your in the fridge.

Because of both of yall being forgetful, you two use the sticky note method, whenever yall have a thought about doing something you write it on a sticky note and stick it to the other person. It's a fun little game, and Stu loves it.

Billy hates finding sticky notes, so you and stu may have an extra reminder strictly because of sticky notes lol.

Billy Loomis-

Billy doesn't get how you can be so forgetful, but he still sometimes tries to remind you to write down things on your arm. If you run out of room on your arm or have sensitive skin, he will let you write things on his arm. Billy doesn't like sticky notes, no one knows why the man finds them utterly repulsive but he just does.

Other times Billy just likes to confuse you more, you come into the living room forgetting what you are going to do and you ask Billy. "You were going to tell me why the grass was purple yesterday." Billy just likes to bother you he finds it funny.

Billy lenz-

Do not leave your pack of sticky notes un-watched. He will stick them all over himself or he will draw a penis in the corner of all of them.

Billy is normally around you most of the time, so he knows what you were looking for/going to due. When Billy plans to climb up in the attic he will write down everything he told you and you told he and slaps it on the fridge.

Billy will dig up in the attic to see if he can find you an old year long planner/calendar. When he finds it he will wrap it up, (probably in an old porn magazine) and give it to you as soon as you wake up.

Brahms-

Brahms understands this due to a few people in his family having alzheimer's, so he knows what to do to help you out.

Brahms has the best memory surprisingly, this man remembers every single detail. So he has no trouble reminding you, and if he cant remind you (maybe because he wants to just chill in the wall or maybe he is in the walls because he's mad at you, etc.) He will remind Malcolm to, Malcolm has a decent memory so that works out.

He got you a planner with a schedule in it, (yes it has stickers) he already wrote in the schedule, and he makes you carry it around as a just in case you need to write down a important date.

This man loves sticky notes, mainly dark green sticky notes. If you give this man a pack of dark green sticky notes and ask him to write you a to-do / reminder list for everyday of the week, he will spend an hour making them perfect.

Tiffany Valentine-

she has glen around and glen loves to make people proud of him, so he loves to remind you about things for Tiffany when she's out.

Tiffany is just so sweet, she is has a very good memory so its no problem for her to remember things for you, she has a lot of patience, out of all of the slashers she's the one you least have to worry about getting madat you for forgetting something.

You guys have a calender on your fridge that is stuck on the fridge with bat stickers. She likes sticky notes, she does keep them up high so chucky doesn't write something rude on them.

End note-

hello my lovely people first well- real post since I was gone, if you're wondering where I went check out my last post! Request are closed for now, but if you want to send yours in you can, I just wont get to them everyday. Thank you all for the support, I hope you enjoyed, have a lovely day!

[thelonelyme]

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𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: ハ イ キ ュ ー !! [Haiykyu !!]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨 / 𝐢: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tetsurō Kuroo, Toru Oikawa, Kenma Kozume.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: Types of yanderes

WARNINGS: GN READER, disturbing themes, unhealthy relationships, slightly suggestive themes, aging characters, mentions of murder, homicides, mentions of drugs, blood, yandere content.

-Shoyo Hinata-

• I see Hinata as a very delusional type, in fact I would say that Shoyo likes to think that he and his loved one are in a normal relationship, even if it is incredibly far from the truth. As you know, Hinata's life revolves completely around one thing: volleyball, and it is very likely that he fell in love with you because you were a very recurring figure in his training or in his matches, or because you always encouraged him to give his best, or even his coach after Kiyoko and the others in the third year have left.

• He would absolutely adore you, practically adore you as if you were some kind of deity. Also, due to the fact that he literally adores the street you walk on, Shoyo would definitely have a little shrine in a small hidden shelf in his closet dedicated to just you.

• It would contain all the objects that would vaguely remind him of you or your wonderful personality: poems written by him never delivered where he expressed his eternal love for you, a small notebook where he writes all your information, crumpled sheets used by you, handkerchiefs always used by you during a small cold recovered from the gym basket, and finally, most precious object of all, a sweater that you thought had been lost, and obviously an incredible amount of photos strictly yours.

• He probably would have noticed this crush of his in your second year and Hinata's, realizing how sweet you were, as sweet as chocolate, as you gave him an electric shock along his spine every time he saw you.

• But chocolate, as you know, if faced with heat, it will melt in a pool of liquid and Hinata knows that you are also creating addiction to everyone else on the team, understanding this because she has seen several times that Kageyama cannot even look at you in the eyes without blushing; therefore, he concluded that he must fill the role of your savior and protector, protecting you from anything that could take away your happiness, which is also his happiness.

• Obviously, being completely lost in his delusions and fantasies of him, he never realized that the only reason your smile faded was because of him alone, but it's just a minor detail that doesn't matter too much ;)

• Overall he is a very obsessive type, and reflects his insecurities a lot (mainly about his height) about you, he doesn't intend to manipulate you sentimentally and emotionally, but he would definitely make you feel guilty without shame if you don't do something his way, or something that may, in his vision, threaten you. I also think of Shoyo as someone who gets extremely jealous very easily and this would be the time when he would be most vulnerable to you.

• Having the facade of him that makes him look extremely innocent, and when you hurt his feelings even in the slightest, Shoyo will not hesitate to shed so much tears that even the extremely grumpy Tsukishima will feel bad for him.

• Hinata is a very clingy individual: if you were to even look in the direction of another guy, he would feel extremely betrayed and make you cry after training, making you ashamed as much as he can.

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-Tobio Kageyama-

• Kageyama huh?

• Honestly understanding what kind of Yandere would be a bit complicated, but not difficult; in fact I think he is a controlling, obsessive, a little delirious type.

• Kageyama initially appears as the usual arrogant and perfectionist guy who only cares about victory, completely ignoring the opinions of his teammates, so he may not have been very nice to you at first.

• But he likes you very much, you can be sure about that. He likes you so much that he's obsessed with checking out all sorts of things you're doing, who you're texting with, what or who you're giggling at your phone screen, who you are with instead of him; he makes him feel like he is your personal and devoted protector.

• At first, he most likely wouldn't have cared about you or what you used to do, but when he began to notice the little things that made you shine in the monotonous (and, according to him, stupid) mass of students , it began to interest you.

• As mentioned before, he may have been nice to you or not, but nothing changes the fact that he has always been very cold, almost never interacting with you; he just doesn't know how to control his personal frustration, that's why he expresses his thoughts and feelings the wrong way, and that's why he avoids talking to you often.

• Furthermore, he would try, at least initially, to repress everything and tell himself, by convincing himself, that those feelings simply do not exist.

• But in the end he won't be able to keep it all in and he will snap.

• Normally in Kageyama he would not have been influenced much by the opinions of others, but with you it is very different, in fact this is a bit of the beginning of how he started to control you: to avoid him giving you a wrong opinion of him by talking to people wrong, and this also leads him to stare incessantly with a blank stare at anyone who is too close to you.

• After that, you can only ask yourself why no one approaches you.

• Tobio would like to find out what makes you so special for him, becoming more confused and obsessive as a result, and this leads him to try to make friends with you; little by little he would try to manipulate you, making you believe that he is the only person who willingly and genuinely wants to spend time with you, unlike those stupid little friends of yours who only look for you when they want something.

• Kageyama also has a slight delusional streak: at the beginning of your "relationship" he might have thought you were spending time with him because you would love him.

• At the end of everything, when you will no longer have anyone but Tobio, and after all your friends and family have abandoned you, it is precisely the moment in which you realize and realize your mistake, but it will already be too late .

• You are now his.

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- Tetsurō Kuroo-

• Good luck with him, my dear.

• Really, if you've managed to get his attention, and what's more, his "love", you won't have the slightest chance of running away from him. And honestly he is one of the worst yandere you can deal with, he won't have any kind of afterthought or guilt.

• This guy is one of the smartest around in his academy than he is, in short, he is the captain of one of the strongest volleyball teams in all of Tokyo, and on top of that he is a master in chemistry and study. To get to that level he not only needs a pretty face, but also a brain.

• Analyzing his feelings or at least trying to understand what he is going through would be almost completely useless, since he manages to keep his "mask" for a very long time, almost never revealing the anger and the killing instinct that rises along the spine dorsal when you laugh with your friend, completely unaware of a wild Kuroo close enough to the range necessary to listen to your conversations without arousing too much suspicion.

• Before he gets close to you, he has to know your whole daily routine, he has to know everything you do 24/7 and all the details and little things about you; therefore, most likely, before he had approached you, he would have already known a lot about you and would have already haunted you for quite some time, which sees his obsessiveness towards you grow and become stronger before.

• Kuroo has a detailed and well schematized plan of how everything should unfold: in fact, his plan is to indiscretely spoil and contaminate your reputation with other people so much that your only cornerstone would be him and him alone.

• Later, by hiding everything he has done, Kuroo will act as your hero and start manipulating you with his cunning ways.

• And when at first I started by saying that with Kuroo behind you it would be impossible to escape, I mean it for real; despite that quite deceptive appearance, in reality every second a thousand gears rotate in his brain, and this causes him to think about every possible way for you to escape from your relationship for now one-sided, therefore he would have already foreseen your every hypothetical move not only thanks to his intellect, but also thanks to those months, if not years, of stalking that allowed him to always be one step ahead of you, understanding what you would do on certain occasions.

• For example, are you a hothead? Surely you would try to find a way out after having kidnapped you, you would offend him in every possible way and you would make it more difficult for him to take care of you: simple, a tranquilizer, some sleeping pill and a little discipline and solved problems. Ah, and he would definitely use your weaknesses against you.

• Are you an animal lover? Well, he would need to bring a small stray puppy or kitten and threaten to kill it in as many ways as possible. Self-esteem or physical problems? Simple, first he would help you in all possible ways, then suddenly, he would leave you alone and you will come back to him yourself, only to start all over again.

• In the beginning he would not completely take away your freedom, rather he would prefer to creep into your mind, sowing seeds of doubt that you are not wanted in society, so as to be totally dependent on him; maybe at first it wouldn't seem to be effective for Tetsurō, but that would slowly make you change your mind about him (a key part of his plan).

• Suddenly, staying indoors playing video games or having hilarious movie nights with him in his grandparents' room could not be any worse than the wary and sometimes disgusted looks you received from right and left to the outside world, beyond the barrier that Kuroo unknowingly made you wear.

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-Toru Oikawa-

• Like Kuroo, Oikawa is smart, strategic, obsessive and definitely has a super detailed and nearly flawless plan that gives you literally zero chance of escaping him. And like him, the first appearance Toru makes is not that of the real person he is.

• In fact, despite his womanizing nature and his childlike side, Oikawa is very intelligent and very easily finds the main weaknesses and not in his opponents: therefore he very often deals with the recordings coming from your bedroom to understand from your more behaviors. intimate your weaknesses and how to behave when once he will have you in his arms.

• He is known to have a horrible personality among both opponents and his teammates, mainly due to his smug and superficial attitude, which you have often heard from your peers who have also warned you of his incessant flirting.

• It is said that he is doing all of this because he is in love with you (and you certainly with him) and one of the many keys to being the best partner for you is learning all about you, and Oikawa takes this very seriously; and having already had a girlfriend with whom he has done everything wrong, he absolutely does not want you to leave him too.

• Oikawa is much more manipulative comparing him to Kuroo, and is quite delusional, even though he is still aware that his actions are morally wrong; just... he doesn't care at all.

• Also he's very protective with an obsessive streak, he's so overprotective not because he cares about you (and to say he really cares about you, would be an understatement), but it's more like he wants you under his control, it's him who will decide everything for you, who you will interact with, who you will have lunch with, when you leave the classroom, always being by his side; not like with volleyball, where he couldn't control a sprained ankle.

• He likes to mark you, brand you like him, kissing your neck and leaving a purplish/reddish patch where you can't hide it, or wearing a miserable collar with his initials, loves to show the world that you are his after all;

•Oikawa doesn't need you to tell him you love him, because in his mind, you two are already having some sort of love affair even though you don't know each other, and you're pretending to hate him because you're too shy..

• Awe, don't worry angel, we'll be soon at your new home!

•And you won't be that shy when he'll pound you, 'till you can't leave his side ;)

• But the most important thing is your complete obedience and devotion to him and to not. leave. his. side.

• At first, Toru will try to charm you, and if you fall for it it would be much better; and in case you are not subject to his flirtation and advances, Oikawa will use everything in his power to make you fall in love with him, such as, for example, using the pressure of his hardcore fans, using his reputation and blackmailing you, turn the world upside down so that all unwanted attention all goes to you and spread not very nice rumors until there is no way for you to live other than to submit to his wishes.

• And don't even think about asking for help from your family or people who have ever been in contact with Oikawa, because it would all be useless as he would have already duped and fascinated them with his good looks and charisma.

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-Kenma Kozume-

• Kenma would be an intelligent, obsessive type yandere and a stalker (although he likes to call it more like "a-visit-to-your-window-without-you-knowing-to-be-sure-that- you-be-safe ").

• However, I believe that Kozume, in order to become obsessed with someone, needs to talk to them. Maybe you worked with him on a school project, or maybe you're his friend, maybe you were someone that he used to play video games with. He just needs to get to know you a little bit before he really becomes a yandere to you.

• He would be a great stalker, honestly; when he is not forced to practice or is not busy playing video games, he would simply be observing himself, you would never notice it as it would leave everything intact, without arousing any suspicion, let alone making you suspect that there was ever someone who had you observed in secret.

• I think Kenma would not really understand that his obsessive feelings towards you are love until, probably Kuroo, would make fun of him saying he has a crush on you, and until then he would have been very confused about his feelings that concern you. Then he would start trying to understand more of his rather confused feelings about him.

• Now, Kenma wouldn't be an idiot, let alone as delusional as Shoyo, and he would be very aware that his obsessive feelings for you are wrong; he would know perfectly well that stalking you is creepy; he knows that he probably should ask for help perhaps from a therapist or a psychologist.

• But he doesn't want to. He doesn't care.

• Is loving you that bad?

• Yes?

• Oh, my dear, you made a big mistake.

• Smile at the window (:

• You remind him of a sleepy kitten while you rest, and this is so cute <3

• he surely put a bug (a very small camera) in your room.

• Honestly he doesn't know exactly why he did it, but I think he likes to know, and especially to see what you do 24/7.

• In fact, when he wouldn't be home, he'd just have to turn on the phone select and connect to the hidden camera and boom, that's it. So, while you are sleeping or listening to music or even changing, Kenma looks at you through his phone screen, and maybe his hand would slip in his tight pants to release all the stress of loving you.

• Kenma, even though he doesn't show it at all, is very jealous: most of this comes from insecurity that you might find someone better than him. Thoughts of you with someone else constantly haunt his mind, causing him more and more to check what you are doing through the camera; and above all, this would be the decisive push he needs to kidnap you.

• Kenma wouldn't really get close to you unless you get close to him first. He'd be too shy to even think about really getting close to you.

• He wouldn't be above threatening any "competition": he wouldn't hurt them physically, but Kenma is smart and knows how to fool someone's mind.

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Well hello my friends! It's been a long time since my first post, and now I'm ready to continue to write!

Have a nice day/night <3

[emo-trash101]

Hello hello my darling!! (/P)

How are you,good? I hope you are!

I was scrolling through for some hazbin-writing blogs and saw that you were,but didn't have any works yet!

"preposterous!" I told myself! "Such a charming blog without any writing? Allow me!"

And here I am! Nina or Weewoo,you may call me!

Now that my big flamboyant intro is done (i do this all the time for my fun,don't mind it-),May you indulge me in some nice platonic headcanons? (If you do those! If not,a single oneshot would be swell!!)

You see,the self-proclaimed platonic asker is thirsty for some platonic!

Anyways,you're probably getting bored,so allow me!

May I please have a platonic! Vox/Husk/Alastor/Lucifer/ anyone you wish to write for (I honestly don't mind anyone,just pick peoplef from Hazbin you feel you want to write for! You can put as many as you want!) with a gn!child!reader (my favorite/p) that's really sweet (even a bit of a pushover) but has a really bad argument with their parent (the characters) for x reason (maybe because the child is too kind?) and runs away for some air,but later,as the characters were looking for them because they're worried or we're forced to (ahem,Vox and Alastor,AHEM) the character finds them all injured and crying somewhere because it's hell and there are bad people there? How would the characters react? Would they do something?

I think that's all for me!

I hope you enjoy writing this dearie! Don't forget to drink,eat and have rest!

Stay proud darling!

-Nina <33

Omg, I really hope you end up enjoying this! I actually really like this idea, and I live for platonic relationships. Also! Feel free to request whenever, I really need something to do with my life 😭

Vox, Husk, Alastor and Lucifer x Child! Reader

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND SHOULD ONLY BE TAKEN AS SUCH

Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral

Tw: Arguing, Vox and Alastor (Yes they are warnings), general Hazbin Hotel-ness

Vox -

- In all honesty, I'm so sorry you ended up with this man 😭

- But (as many of us know) he is not a nice person, if anything he's more so the opposite. He would probably take away your toys just to see you cry.

- However, he is very good at faking it, which makes him a very confusing person to be around.

- The argument most likely starts because you end up being too sweet and it ends up pissing him off. He'd probably try to be passive aggressive or ignore it until it makes him so mad he just yells.

- He seems like the kind of guy to be like "Well thats how I was raised." And just see nothing wrong with it. But after seeing you be so upset after the argument, a small part of his almost nonexistent humanity feels bad.

- Considering how busy he is, he probably wouldn't notice you were missing for a good while. Even after he does, he doesn't go after you himself, he sends one of his workers to get you.

- Once he does find you injured, he's undoubtedly mad. Not exactly because he cares too much for your wellbeing, but because he considers you a pet of some sort, and people should know better than to hurt his pet.

- Doesn't really learn much from the experience, however does avoid bringing up the topic of you being too kind simply because another argument like that could provide similar outcomes

- In all, probably the worst of them all generally. (Can you tell who my least favorite is?)

Husk -

- Honestly, he's not that bad of a caretaker, and it's primarily because he has strong morals and tries to teach you that as well.

- However, because of that, he views your kindness as a kind of weakness that needs to be fixed. Which is almost exactly what he tries to do.

- He attempts several times to make you "stronger" and less kind to protect you. He obviously has good intentions but goes the wrong way about it.

- This obviously results in an argument where he refuses to admit that he was incorrect which leads you to try and chill yourself out by going on a walk. He would probably be too heated to even really care about you walking out. That is until later.

- After you eventually don't come back for awhile he does become anxious, but he knows that he taught you to take care of yourself and that you'll be fine.

- Once you do come back he feels hella guilty, nit only for letting you walk away, but arguing with you in general. He resorts to trying to help clean your wounds and provide you with the best comfort he can (which honestly is not a lot but it's the thought that counts)

- He does let up on you having to be less nice, it does get brought up ever so often, but after a few minutes he just lets it go.

Alastor -

- This man is a little special brained, as in he is extremely apathetic to the point where he doesn't comprehend you being kind aside from it being for ulterior motives.

- Which honestly makes sense if you think about how he acts, so it's not like it's a baseless accusation. But after he's taken you under his wing and is trying to teach you he feels almost undermined by you constantly being kind.

- This obviously turns into an argument (more like you being defensive and him just accusing), and you eventually give up and go on a walk.

- He considers this an admission of guilt and doesn't go after you or anything and just lets you do your own thing until you apologize to him.

- When you do eventually show back up to the hotel, he does tend to your wounds, but he approaches you with condescension until you eventually apologize purely out of exhaustion.

- He doesn't really feel any guilt towards it, and will definitely ice you out until you stop being so "manipulative".

Lucifer -

- Now Lucifer himself is at least a people pleaser, so he understands the feeling and actions that you do take.

- However, having seen his daughter take similar strides that he had in the sense of caring for others, he ends up worrying about you being used for others benefit, especially in a place like hell.

- This kinda causes him to try and course correct aggressively, deciding that if he were to act more cold it would rub off on you and work (surprise surprise, it didn't).

- It just turns into you getting upset and while trying to have a serious conversation about the issues (or as serious a discussion that a child can have), he tries to keep up the cold facade.

- This just upsets you more and you end up going on a walk to clear your mind, and that makes him feel terrible.

- He contemplates running after you but decides that it's for the best, it could even help you with being so kind.

- Well that whole thought process changes once you don't come back for too long. He almost turns the entirety of hell upside down just to find you.

- He finds you just as your assaulters are leaving, and let's just say they don't leave in one singular piece.

- After that the guilt almost eats him alive. He feels terrible for not only letting this happen to you, but that he also caused this whole mess. He takes you back to your home and helps clean your wounds (He 100% uses hello kitty bandages).

- He tries reaching out to other people to try and find better ways to teach you more about boundaries and everything just to keep you safe, and takes almost all the advice to heart.

This took less time than I anticipated, but I feel like it turned out good nonetheless. I hope you enjoyed it and have an astounding day!

[honey-dewey]

Accidentally In Love

Pairing: Ezra/GN! Deaf Reader

Word Count: 3,506

Warnings: canon-typical violence and language.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell​

The prompt for this week’s Writer Wednesday was given, as always, by the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog​, and the masterlists are created by @clydesducktape.

Prospecting was, on the surface, a very simple job. Anyone could do it, no matter their skill level or disability. At least, that’s what you were always told. 

Growing up deaf hadn’t been easy. Many places turned you down for work due to it to the point where you’d had to fall back on prospecting in the hopes of making some money to support yourself. It wasn’t a bad job by any means. You stuck strictly to easier jobs, ones with little risk, and enjoyed it. Your work kept you traveling, and you loved seeing all the different kinds of planets the galaxy had to offer. 

Of course, long jobs were the bane of your existence for that very reason. You hated being stuck in one place for too long, unable to fully take in the sights and sounds. 

But long jobs paid well, and you needed it. 

Sighing, you looked around for your podmate. You’d be sharing transport, housing, and work with whoever this Ezra person was. You hoped he wasn’t a complete jackass, like your last work partner had been. 

The bustle of the docking site was lost on you as you tried to find the man who matched the grainy picture in front of you. It wasn’t easy, but standing directly outside your pod seemed to help. After ten long minutes, a man approached you, matching the photo and description on your paperwork. He held his hand out to you, his mouth moving, but no sound reached your ears. 

You ignored his outstretched hand, instead using your dominant hand to point to yourself and then you curled your fingers into a D shape, pressing your curled fingers to your ear and then the corner of your mouth. ‘I’m deaf.’

Ezra’s face shifted, mild shock filling his features before he smiled, waving his hands in an ‘I don’t care’ gesture. He clumsily moved his hands, shakily making letters that spelled out ‘I’m Ezra.’

‘Hello Ezra,’ you signed. ‘I’m (F/N).’

A bright red light signaled that you’d need to get into your pod, and Ezra pointed to the pod. You nodded, and you and Ezra boarded the pod. 

It took a second, but before you knew it, you and Ezra were heading out, Ezra gesturing to ship parts and buttons, and you instinctively did your job, piloting the ship to the crystalline planet surface of Ziciturn. The job would last two standard months, which you decided could’ve been worse. At least Ezra didn’t seem like a massive asshole. 

Ezra began to speak to you, but you just stared at him, eyebrows raised and waiting, until he remembered, and he sheepishly grabbed a wayward pen, scribbling on the back of his hand. 

Orbit for twenty minutes. We’ll start the landing sequence then.

You nodded, signing ‘Okay’ before twisting around to grab a book out of your travel bag. Twenty minutes was just enough time to finish this chapter. 

Halfway through the chapter, you noticed Ezra was staring. You looked up expectantly. ‘What?’

Ezra jumped, as if he didn’t expect you to respond to his rather bothersome staring. He fumbled with his hands for a second before spelling out ‘Book. It’s good.’

You sighed, pulling a whiteboard and markers out of your bag. You passed them to Ezra, and he smiled gratefully, writing Thank you, in decidedly nice script. 

‘You’re welcome,’ you signed, going back to your book. 

A few seconds later, Ezra nudged you with the corner of the whiteboard. You looked up, ready to silently scold Ezra for interrupting you again, but then you noticed the message he’d written out. 

Can you teach me to sign? I want to talk to you.

You sighed, setting your book down and checking your watch. Eight minutes until landing. ‘I can try,’ you spelled out before signing the sentence again, this time properly. Ezra lit up, setting down the whiteboard and turning his attention to you. Your heart began to beat faster as his enthusiasm. No one had ever been this eager to learn to talk to you, and you didn’t know how to describe the feeling budding in your chest. 

Over the course of the next eight minutes, you helped Ezra build his foundation of finger spelling. He was a very fast learner, and you managed to teach him some very basic words so he could at least begin to understand when you gave him directions. 

Those small signs were put to good use when you began to land. Ezra, using a strange mix of finger spelling and actual sign, told you to man the coordinates and descent speed, and you shot back at him that he had to watch your fuel use and hull heat. You were sure the ship was yelling at you, the roar of descent creating a hollow pulsing in your chest and a firmly painful ache in your bones. You had to imagine it was worse for Ezra, because you were certain each of those flashing buttons on the control panel were screaming at him. But all you heard was a crushing silence as the ship began to descend to the surface of the planet below you. 

Finally, the jolt of a successful landing hit you, throwing you forward and nearly choking you on your safety belt. Ezra rubbed his throat as he unbuckled, standing to check all the systems. ‘We’re good,’ he signed. You nodded, following him out of the ship. The two suns in the sky made the ground glitter, blinding you for a brief moment before you slipped your sun goggles on, the darkened lenses helping you see properly.  Ezra donned an identical pair, pointing up to the sky. You nodded your agreement. 

‘Bright,’ you signed. ‘Very bright.’

‘Bright,’ Ezra copied, and you spelled it out for him. He nodded his understanding, looking at the map he’d been issued. He pointed, and you began your trek with a sigh. 

Thankfully, the pod you’d be staying in wasn’t that far away. You reached it first, tugging open the door and ducking quickly inside. Ezra followed, shutting the door behind him. The pod was small, but was still equipped with everything you’d need. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. It would work for the job. 

Ezra moved to examine the bedrooms. They were identical, just big enough to accommodate the sleep pod and the dresser unit. He gestured to himself, and then the door on the left. You nodded, taking the room on the right. You set your bag down, unloading it. Your book went in your pod, along with your communicator pad and a red marker. Ezra still had your board. 

Your communicator blinked twice. Incoming call. You picked it up, watching the text scroll across the screen. Ezra wanted to leave in half an hour to start prospecting. You shot back a confirmation before setting your communicator down, intent on exploring your temporary home. 

Thankfully, that wasn’t hard. The pod was tiny, and within ten minutes, you had seen all there was to see. Settling on your open pod, you began to read. The book was good, one you’d read before, but you read it as if it were all new again. 

A flash caught your attention. Ezra was standing in your bedroom doorway, blinking his flashlight at you. ‘Go,’ he signed. You stood, stretching and grabbing your boots. Time to do your job. 

As you walked to the prospecting site, you read up on the mineral you and Ezra were being told to harvest. Seraron, a beautiful and fragile orange-red gemstone. You sighed, scrolling down the information sheet. Ezra turned, hearing your sigh. ‘Fun?’

You rolled your eyes. ‘I’d rather be harvesting aurelac,’ you signed to yourself. 

Ezra’s face turned upwards as he chuckled, despite most definitely not understanding what you said. He said something, although you couldn’t hear him, you were almost certain his remark was just as sarcastic as yours. 

The dig site came into view soon after that, and you set your bag down, looking around. It was a small cavern, glimmering stones sticking out at every angle. Ezra tapped your shoulder, pointing to a small deposit of seraron. You nodded. 

It took some work, and both of your sets of hands, but you got the seraron out of the cavern and onto your transport wagon. Ezra sighed, the rise of his chest giving away his emotions. ‘More?’ He asked, and you looked around. The cavern’s entrance didn’t have any more obvious seraron deposits. Shaking your head, you grabbed the wagon’s handle, gesturing in the direction of the pod. Time to go home. 

On the trek home, you taught Ezra more sign, trying to stick to important ones that would pertain to your job, but you tossed in some fun ones here and there too. By the time you reached your pod, Ezra was happily translating about half of your simple sentences. 

‘Ration bricks for dinner?’ You asked, setting the deposit down in the transport tube and watching it leave, headed for the command center. ‘Unless you want to cook.’

Ezra shrugged off the top half of his uniform, revealing scars that littered his arms. ‘I can cook,’ he signed as he tied the arms of his uniform around his waist. ‘I don’t care.’

You nodded, heading to your room to change. Your uniform one-piece was tossed into the dresser, replaced by a long and loose blue sleep shirt and a worn out pair of black pants. Ezra’s heavy footsteps vibrated through the floor, and you could feel him wandering the kitchen, making dinner. You half wanted to go out and sit at the table, where you could see him, but that might not be wise. He was nice to you, but you had learned the hard way that niceness didn’t last when it came to dealing with a disabled prospecting partner. 

Fortunately, the decision was made for you. Your communicator pad blinked, and you scooped it up. A message from Ezra, asking if you knew how to cook. You sent him back a yes and exited your room to help him in the kitchen. 

Immediately, the smell hit you. Something smoky and rich and good. You looked around, seeing Ezra in the kitchen, nodding his head back and forth as he stirred a pot. He must’ve heard your footsteps, because he turned, smiling upon seeing you. He pointed to two cutting boards, both with food on them. 

‘I’m cutting?’ You asked, already grabbing a knife. 

Ezra nodded, gesturing to the first board, which had a meat substitute, and signing ‘small.’ The second board, which had a bunch of green chives, he told you, in messy finger spelling, to dice. You gave him a comforting thumbs up before pulling the meat board toward you and beginning to slice the strips of meat substitute. It was nice, repetitive work, and you finished quickly and easily, sliding both boards towards Ezra, who thanked you and dumped the sliced meat substitute into a hot pan. It began to bubble, the smoky smell adding to the air. 

Ezra noticed you watching him cook. He smiled, gesturing you closer. ‘Watch?’

You nodded, scooting closer and watching over Ezra’s shoulder. He was good at cooking, easily multi-tasking between the meat and the pasta, and within minutes, he was asking you for plates. You got them, watching Ezra put two servings on the plates and then slide them back to you. You set both plates on the table, watching Ezra grab utensils. He smiled, passing you your fork and sitting across from you. You laughed slightly, gently kicking Ezra under the table. ‘Long legs,’ you spelled. ‘Small table.’

Ezra laughed, comfortably tangling his legs with yours. You two ate in silence, savoring the flavor of the meal. Every so often, you’d stop to talk to Ezra, learn more about him. By the meal’s end, you learned he liked to read, and he was a self-proclaimed poet. 

“I like poetry,’ you admitted, putting the last bite of food you had left into your mouth. ‘It’s beautiful.’

‘Beautiful?’ Ezra responded, his brows furrowing in confusion. You quickly spelled the word out for him, and he nodded his understanding. ‘Beautiful.’ 

That night was spent at the table, learning sign over cups of spiced tea. By the time Ezra was insisting you had to go to bed, you and him had spent three standard hours learning to communicate. It had been fun, helping Ezra form words without speaking. You and him shared many good stories and ever more laughs as the suns set. 

‘Bed,’ Ezra signed, gently nudging you up. You yawned, shoving back against him and smiling. 

‘Good night,’ you signed sleepily, catching Ezra’s attention with a wave. 

He grinned lazily at you, causing your heart to beat ever so slightly faster. ‘Good night.’ 

Over the course of the next two months, you and Ezra grew as close as friends could be. It was easy. You two just seemed to click together, slight language barrier be damned. Every day was filled with work, an easy rhythm falling between you two. Nights were a very different story. At night, Ezra would teach you to cook, and you’d watch eagerly as he crafted meals from what little food you had left. Then, over dinner, you’d share stories, dissolving into fits of giggles by the end. After dinner was usually when you’d teach Ezra sign, but after a while, he began to get it, and your post meal hours were occupied by card games or more stories. 

On the morning of your final day together, you woke to Ezra already in your doorway, smiling happily at your half-awake state. ‘Good morning sunshine,’ he signed, still using the silly nickname he’d given you a month back. ‘One last day.’ 

You yawned, waving at him to go so you could get ready. He obliged, and five minutes later, you were trudging out of your room, exhausted, but ready to go. Ezra followed your command as you sleepily gathered your stuff and headed out onto the planet’s surface for one last job. 

Your morning quickly bled into your afternoon, the wagon half full of whatever seraron you could find. Ezra looked at the wagon, sighing. ‘Home?’

You nodded. ‘One more card game before we leave,’ you insisted, already beginning to haul the wagon. ‘Please.’

Of course, when you got back, you didn’t have time for one card game. You were instructed, by a droid who annoyingly knew no sign, to pack and leave immediately. Ezra relayed the message, and you pouted your way through packing, dragging your bag into the kitchen to wait for Ezra. He came out of his room a minute later, his bag already slung across his shoulders. ‘Ready?’

‘No,’ you signed dejectedly. ‘Let’s go.’

The trip off world was very similar to the trip onto the planet. You and Ezra worked in tandem to reach the docking bay an hour out. In that hour, you got to play your card game, kicking Ezra’s ass, although you suspected he let you win just to lift your spirits. 

When you landed and exited the pod, Ezra insisted on grabbing your bag for you, passing you the worn duffel and pulling you in for a tight hug. You smiled, trying not to cry as you pulled away and began to sign. ‘I’ll see you again?’

‘Definitely,’ Ezra promised. ‘I have a job to do on some faraway moon, but it’s only a month. I’ll message you when I’m back, okay?’

With that, you and Ezra parted ways, both feeling a horrible tearing in your chests. You headed to your small apartment, every step heavier and heavier until you were collapsing onto your bed, your bag half opened in your futile attempt to unpack. 

As you lay on your bed, wallowing in your own misery, you saw something peeking out of your bag. A piece of paper. You stood, tugging it out and reading the paper. It was a poem, torn from a book, the words small and slightly smudged, but still legible. Your fingers ran over the title and author, typed in miniscule print at the top of the page. The Special One by Clairel Estevez. As you read, tears began to flow, gently falling to stain the page’s bottom edge. It was only when you noticed ink bleeding through that you actually flipped the paper over, a sob bubbling over at the words written in Ezra’s handwriting. 

‘P.S. I never told you, but I was falling in love.’

You held the note close to your heart, bound and determined to tell Ezra everything on the day he returned. 

Except he didn’t. A month went by, and then two, and still no sign of Ezra. No calls, no messages. You waited, every day with bated breath, wondering if today was the day, but it never was. A year passed, and you had finally saved up enough money for a hearing implant. Eighteen months, and you had your surgery. Two years, you were hearing and speaking after weeks of physical therapy. Two and a half years, you finally read the poem aloud to yourself, wondering what it would sound like if the love of your life was here to read it to you. 

Three years passed, and you had finally given up. Accepted he died on a job gone wrong. It was hard, but you kept going, kept moving, until one night, you received a call. 

It was two in the morning, and you blindly stumbled to your phone, which was ringing loudly. “What?” you growled, rubbing your eyes and trying to determine what was so important that someone had to call you in the middle of the night. 

The smooth voice of a call droid answered you. “There’s a man here who wishes for you to come to the Miurus emergency medical center. He says it’s very urgent.” 

You yawned. “Does this man have a name?” 

There were some hushed murmurs, and then the droid returned. “Ezra.” 

Your heart dropped to your feet. “Tell him I’ll be right there,” you said sharply, tugging off your sleep clothes in favor of a pale blue tunic and grey pants. You shoved your shoes on in a hurry, rushing out the door and hailing a cab to the medical center. It was barely a five minute drive, but you kept willing it to be faster. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t. Your Ezra was long dead. But this call, this tiny flicker of hope, it lit a fire in your chest. 

You all but ran into the medical center, looking wildly around. No sign of Ezra. You approached the front desk droid. “Hello? I received a call from Ezra,” you said, and the droid chirped. 

“Room 206, down this hall,” he said, and you nodded your thanks before rushing off. 

Door 206 was on the right, and you stood in front of it for a good minute, working up the courage to push the door open. The knob was cool under your fingers, and you gently twisted it, opening the door and gasping immediately. 

Ezra was lying on an exam table, staring at the ceiling. He looked horrible, all pale and skinny, but that wasn’t what worried you. What worried you was the mess of bandages beneath his hospital-issued tunic. The blank space where his right arm had once been. 

He looked up, almost instantly jumping to his feet and pulling you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back, the warmth under your hand solid and real. Ezra was home. 

‘I’m sorry,’ Ezra signed messily, his left hand shaky and unsteady. 

You shook your head, taking his hands. “It’s okay,” you promised. “It’s okay, my love.” 

Ezra’s eyes widened, and you smiled. “Implants,” you explained. “Our seraron job paid me enough to afford the surgery.” 

“Oh,” Ezra breathed. “Congratulations sunshine.” 

Your breath hitched. Ezra’s voice was smooth as silk, washing over you like warm water, the slightest twinge of an accent hurtling your body to a place of unknown pleasure. “Thank you,” you said softly. “I got your letter.” 

“You did?” Ezra said, sitting down on the bed, you following him. “Did you like it?” 

“It’s hung up in my bedroom,” you admitted. “I cried over that letter more than once.” 

Ezra smiled, pulling you close with his good arm. “So I assume my feelings are entirely reciprocated?” 

You grinned, leaning into Ezra’s chest and humming softly. “You assume correct,” you said. 

After a few seconds, Ezra nudged you gently. “Y’know,” he said. “I don’t exactly have a home here. I’m not allowed to leave the planet for a while, until I recover.” 

“I have a spare room,” you said. “Or a spare side of my own bed.” 

Ezra chuckled. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer, sunshine.” 

Closing your eyes, you snuggled closer to Ezra’s chest, content at last with the man who you’d fallen in love with. “I think that’s a great idea.”

[yejiroh]

"I know."

A/n: This was entirely written for my own self-indulgement. At 2:00 a.m.

Warnings: Suicide, angst, self-neglect, hallucinations, drug and general substance abuse, depression, death of a loved one and refusing to cope, abusive relationships.

Yuji x gn!reader.

•••

"Love is bittersweet when who you want doesn't, or rather, no longer exists.

"It's ironic, how you refuse to interact with those around you, how you hide away, staring at a screen for hours at a time, ignoring the people you actually know and giving up everything for those you don't. And then wish to be a part of a different world, where things could be a million times worse.

"You wish you could give it all up, just for that person, yeah?"

"I gu-"

"Don't answer that."

Therapy was supposed to work. Supposed to help him get at least a little better.

But this was suffocation at its finest.

Crisp clothes that smelled like those fabric softeners you used to love so much, hair washed with your favorite shampoo, nails painted your favorite color-

"Are you trying to make them live through you, Yuji?"

His eyes snapped up, the strong smell of cleaner and the doctor's gaze strictly boring into his own tired eyes.

"Are you trying to make them live through you, Yuji?" They repeated.

"I'm...I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Are you sure? Mx L/n isn't here dea-"

"Please don't address me like that. Only Y/n can call me stuff other then my name."

If only thunder boomed. But it was a perfect day outside.

"Yuji, Y/n isn't here, remember? They're dead."

"Are you stupid? What kind of doctor tells lies? They're just late to this appointment. Y/n is always late, but they always come, you idiot."

"Yuji, do you know what kind of doctor I am?"

•••

"You should really stop taking all those pills. It's bad for your kidneys."

"I know."

"So why do you take them?"

"They calm me down."

"You should go see a doctor, Y/n."

"No thanks, Yuji. I know what I'm doing. "

•••

"You're...a therapist?"

"Yes, but do you know what kind?"

"You were Y/n's?"

"Yes, Yuji. And now I'm yours. But do you know what my job is?"

The room became quiet, only the soft ticks from the seconds-hand on the clock could be heard. It continued on for some time before the doctor set aside their notepad, observing Yuji.

Everything he wore was Y/n's. The way he did his hair was like Y/n's. The way he sat was how Y/n sat.

"Yuji, where is Y/n?"

"They're right here?"

"No Yuji. Where is Y/n?"

"They're here. Why do you keep asking the same questions? It's confusing. Stop it."

•••

Their lips tastes like the cheap alcohol in the cabinets and like cigarettes from the gas station.

But still, they were their lips.

And Yujj loved them.

Y/n smiled, taking another sip from the bottle before kissing Yuji again.

"This is home?"

"Yep! This is home."

"And...it's ours?"

"You betcha baby! All ours. We can do whatever the hell we want now."

"Oh...well we better take care of it then."

"Whatever."

•••

Leaning forward, the doctor grabbed some cards from the coffee table.

"Would you like to play a game with me, Yuji?"

"What kind?"

"Speed. Do you know it?"

"No?"

"It's easy. A deck of 52, since we take out the jokers. You know the order of the cards, yes?"

"Yes."

"Great. Now, I'll give you three stacks of 5 randomly shuffled cards, and give myself the same. We'll have two stacks of 10 right here, and flip one from each of those 10 onto the table. Your job, is to beat me. When a card is down, you can only place another card on top if its one above OR below. If neither of us can, we grab another two. Only 5 cards can be in your hand at a time. Kapeesh?"

"Yeah."

Swiftly shuffling the cards, the doctor laid them out, and the game started.

•••

"Y/n, that's not how you play."

"Then tell me how, Yuji. Since YOU know everything."

"I didn't say that Y/n. Can you please stop?"

" 'Can you please stop?' You know how much of a baby you sound like? Learn to just deal with everything. Fucking ruining the mood babe."

"Okay Y/n."

"Thank you baby. I appreciate it."

"I know."

•••

Yuji grabbed a stack, quickly placing a jack on a queen, and a 10 on the jack.

"Good job, Yuji. Thanks Y/n."

The doctor stopped playing, watching Yuji talk to himself as he laughed before placing more cards down, eventually winning.

"Did you see that?"

"I did, you did great."

"Thanks, doc."

"Yuji?"

"Hm?"

He looked up, startled to see the doctor crying.

"What's wrong?"

"How long will you continue to lie to yourself, honey? Y/n passed away a year ago. You're starting to forget things, and it's scaring me-"

"I know."

"Yuji, they left you. They won't come back. Look in the mirror. Do you see Y/n? No, cause they're gone. It's heartbreaking to see you come here every week and play this charade with yourself. You need to move on."

"I know."

"You keep saying that, but continue on. If you know, then do something!"

The doctor's please fell on deaf ears as Yuji snapped up, kicking the chair over, angry.

"I said I know. WHY does everyone feel the need to tell me to move on? Just go away! I know Y/n was horrible, but you guys didn't know them. You didn't know they just wanted someone to talk to. No, all you know is that you put them on those drugs, that you know you showed them how to forget. So no. I won't stop. Y/n isn't gone. You can write me down as crazy; I don't care. I don't care anymore. "

"Yuji sit down. Right now."

"No."

"Yuji-"

"Go ahead and call security. Put me on the same shit you out Y/n on. It sure did help. Fuck you."

"SIT DOWN. THEY'RE GONE CAUSE THEY DIDN'T LOVE YOU. THEY'RE GONE BECAUSE YOU PUSHED THEM TO THE EDGE YUJI. NOT BECAUSE OF THE MEDICATION. NOT BECAUSE OF US.

"You told them to stop. You didn't want to be with someone who required so much maintenance, so you made them stop. What, antidepressants are worse then drinking away your problems? They're gone cause you told them to go.

"Now sit down and talk with me. Let's sort this out."

"...I know."

[slashmebois]

You make me breathless

“Hello! How are you? I hope you are very well ;) If you don't mind, could you write about Bo's reaction to an asthmatic reader? being fucking soft on him and freaking out when he tries too hard? How to mount your thigh? I suffer from asthma attacks, you know, it's hell when everyone treats me like a baby, but deep down I enjoy it, thanks in advance and see you!”

 Thank you so much for your request @ !! I hope this fits what you wanted! I kept this GN up until thigh riding, so if y’all aren’t the owners of a va-gi-na you may wanna stop reading at that point.

I’ve not written NSFW before so sorry if it’s a lil cringe haha.

Disclaimer: My only experience of asthma is a close family member who has pretty severe symptoms. If any of the information I put in is incorrect, please drop me a message and I’ll do my best to educate myself and edit the post! I used information from Asthma UK to inform my writing.

Okay first, some background.

When you first arrived in Ambrose and Bo was chasing you, he thought it was hilarious when your asthma started to act up (he’s an asshole, I’m sorry). But he did feel a little teensy bit guilty about that later…

Leading on from that, if anyone does anything that triggers your asthma, well Bo is gonna be pissed.

Both Lester and Vincent have been kicked in the ass for doing so. Vincent is just so quiet that he scared the heck out of you by accident, and Lester bought that cleaning product that sets you off because he wasn’t listening properly.

Boy really thought you needed CPR the first time you had a big attack (he just wanted an excuse to kiss you okay). He’s since learned to keep an eye on where your inhaler and Volumatic spacer are so he can grab them quick.

If you have a preventer inhaler, he tries to remind you to take it.

He’s also a little overprotective (see bullet point two) and panics a little because he doesn’t really understand that sometimes the cause won’t be obvious. He has literally run around holding up things to you and asking if that is what was causing it.

It can feel like he’s babying you since he drops whatever is happening if you get the slightest bit breathless.

But also he drops whatever he’s doing, which is kind of sweet.

Initially he got pretty proud when your symptoms triggered whilst you were getting it on. Once you’d recovered and explained it to him, he realised that whilst he loved the idea of you finding it hard to breathe around him, that maybe, just maybe it wasn’t actually a good thing.

 Tonight, was the night. You were determined. Tonight, was the night you would make Bo realise you are an independent and goddamn sexy adult who can take care of themselves.

He had been babying you all week. The pollen count in Ambrose currently was astronomical and setting off your asthma big time. You had been trying to get down and dirty, but every time you had felt your airways tightening and Bo had scrambled for your inhaler, before holding you and kissing your head. And he always refused sex after. You were pretty sure he thought that’s what was causing it at this point.

You dressed yourself in your tightest, most revealing clothes, adding a garter underneath for good luck. You felt sexy and powerful. You just hoped Vincent wasn’t chilling in the kitchen to see this. It had happened before and yes; it was embarrassing for everyone involved. Striding down the stairs you glance over to the kitchen table. Okay, phew. The coast is clear.

You’re thankful as you step into the street, that the air in Ambrose is always warm- come summer or winter. You hear the music coming from the garage before you see Bo come into view. He’s singing along, focused on the car engine in front of him. You lean against the garage door, watching him with that warm fuzzy feeling of love. You’re so thankful you found him.

He turns and jumps a little, before eyeing you up and down slowly- a devilish grin working its way onto his face.

“Well that is a nice view” he whistles, his eyes locking with yours, “what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion…just wanted to look nice for myself” you spin on the spot, giving him the full view.

“For yourself huh?”, he makes his way over to you, laying his hands on your hips and leaning in close to hum in your ear, “and could little old Bo get any of that, or are we strictly keeping this to ourselves?” he punctuates it, by pulling you close enough to feel his erection against your back.

You gasp audibly, “I guess I could share a little. Sharing is caring and all that”

His laughs rumbles, And he starts walking you towards the basement, gripping and grasping at you as he does.

By the time you reach the basement, you’re already moaning and can feel the growing arousal between your thighs. He manages to jostle the door open and picks you up, wrapping your legs round him to carry you over to the chair.

Bo, leans back and just studies you before going to town on your neck, nipping and sucking and groaning, “how the fuck did I get so lucky baby”.

You’re a mess before he’s even touched you down there, and struggling to form words, “Bo…uhh…oh my-YES”

His hands paw at your chest, kneading the flesh before moving south to cup you.

“Someone’s excited” he grins, but you can hear he’s nearly as breathless as you.

His fingers start to move down there and it’s little bits of electric. You’re panting and grabbing at his back,

“please please please”

He pulls his hand away and you groan in dismay. The sensation is quickly replaced, you squeak as he rips your bottoms off and kneels before you, putting his mouth on you and sucking hard.

You can feel yourself quickly approaching climax, but then it happens. Your throat tightens and you gasp inward, your breath not quite reaching your lungs.

Bo is immediately off you, “where’s your inhaler, where is it baby?”, he looks so worried, fuck. This is so unfair. You point over to your discarded bag and he rustles through it to find your saving grace. He tosses you the inhaler, and picks you up as you use your inhaler, placing you down in his lap.

You take breaths in, letting the medication sooth your airways until you can breathe again. All the time, Bo is muttering reassurances and sweeping you hair back from your face to kiss your eyelids.

“It’s okay baby, you’re all right. Don’t worry. We’ll get you to bed”

You can feel the angry tears threatening to spring from your eyes, “I don’t want to go to bed Bo. I am not a baby! I’m a fully grown adult and I want to fuck. Jesus!”

He stills, a little stunned, “You think I treat you like a baby?”, his tone is dark.

“Well…I…I just feel stupid.”

“Oh no, no, no. That’s fine. I can treat you different if you like”

Before you can respond he has you over his lap and his hand is coming down on your backside. You yelp in surprise, “B…Bo”

---GN ends, reader is person with vagina from here on out---

“Ah-ah, call me daddy babygirl”

You feel a shiver of delight pass through you, “yes daddy”, the groan that emits from Bo is unworldly.

He spanks you again, and you moan, squirming you legs together beneath him, “please daddy”

“Please, what?”

“Uhhhn, please touch me”

“Come sit on daddy’s knee”

You lift yourself, desperate to please him so he’d please you. You start to sit sideways across his knees, but he stops you and pulls you toward him so that you have a leg on either side of one of his knees.

Confused you start to question “what in the heck are you doing?” but before you can finish the sentence, he grinds his knee up into your core and ohhh…oh fuck, that feels good. Your legs clamp tightly around his leg, and you start to press down, “mmm. Please. Please daddy, that feels so good”.

He grinds his knee again and grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his thigh more. You don’t need more encouragement, you start moving your hips with him, mewling out his name and expletives. You leave a trail of your wetness along his leg, and fuck if that isn’t hot.

“Tell daddy how good it feels pet. Mm, you like that don’t you?”

“Daaaddy, it feels-mmmf-it feels so good.”

“Whose doing that to you?”

“Y…you are Bo. Oh my god. Oh my god. pleeeease”

Your face is flushed and your hair sticks to your forehead as you feel the mounting tightness in your stomach pooling down.

“Yeah I am baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make you cum just using my thigh huh?”

You try to respond but your orgasm tears through you, and you just wail in a mix of pleasure and slight pain. Your breath is short, but for a different reason this time. You’re still for a spell, trying to catch it again, and trying to decide if you’re still on this plane of existence. You realise that the whole time Bo is just staring at you, a big smile on his face.

“What?” you laugh.

“Nothing, just think I’ll have to stop treating you so precious huh? Kinda liked this side of you”

You pout, “I don’t mind you treating me a little like a baby. But only a little.”

He barks out a laugh, “Alright, alright. We’ll compromise. You can be my spoilt baby during the day”, he leans in close to your ear, his thighs movement against your slit making you jump, “but at night I’m treating you like this. You get an asthma attack, fine we’ll sort it. But I might have to punish you for making me worry”

You bite your lip, feeling a second wave of arousal hit you. Fuck, at this rate you’d be cumming a second time real soon. He catches the look in your eye, “Guess I better get to work on you again”

[diviinedogs]

❣️hoi, what was art school like? I'm planning to go myself (and my family is pretty passively aggressively turning me down), but I just want to know what skills do you learn? What is the experience? Thank u for your time! Ur blog and art are amazing btw

hI I think it really depends on the school but I can give like the idea of two of them since I went to another school for precollege to see if it was something I’d be interested in majoring in! C./C/A and I went to Ri/.ngli./.ng and my parents are actually letting me go back to school now so hopefully I’ll be back there in Fall c’: also thank you for liking my stuff!

this ask is gonna long because I know I’m gonna ramble so I’m gonna call the schools C and R so I don’t have to do the slashes all the time! C’s experience was a specific  1-2 month course so it’s nothing like actual college at R so feel free to skip down to it, I just thought it was important to add since it was my first experience at an art school

and after I talk about the schools I’ll say what stuff’s good to include in your portfolio, of course this is based on my experience but for the most part it helps in what you should try strengthening 

I did animation at C, which was 2D in the morning and 3D in the afternoon. I did precollege the summer before my senior year cuz it’s like the college experience before college so you do get the feel of how it is being on your own, and I wanted to see if I was good enough to pursue something art related. At this point, my parents were on the fence about the idea, so it would help them too. And C’s in California, so I had a bunch of relatives who could show me around and who I could stay with during the weekends

experience wise, the teachers and TAs I had were really nice, so in 2D it was stuff like learning Principles of Animation and the first thing we did was a flipbook animation I think? and then it went to looking at scenes from movies for inbetweens and character sheets and we all worked together reanimating a quick scene from a movie. In the end, we all chose a really short scene from an animated movie to study and reanimate for our final

while in 3D, it was just learning around Maya and doing animation exercises each day with it, eventually working your way up to a mini film (nothing’s completely rendered though! just models), other than that it was pretty much the same as 2D

so basically, I learned the basics and they were really helpful, but to be honest I felt a bit lost with how free it was, you basically had to learn everything on your own with the teachers just checking your work. I was really good at 3D but it... wasn’t fun for me lol so I decided that after this I’d want to stay in the 2D realm of things

now for R! My parents were worried about the starving artist myth and all that, so they would absolutely not let me do Illustration even though that’s what I really wanted, so I chose Game Design and I was like hey I’ll deal with it or like maybe I’ll like it. If not, I could always try convincing my parents to let me switch my major. 

the way things work at R is that all the majors are put into categories, so Computer Animation, Game Art, and Illustration are all the Media Arts majors. All Freshman take basically the same type of classes and things start breaking off around the second semester of freshman year. Eventually you like see no one outside your major lol

and lET ME TELL YOU........ R HAS A VERY HEAVY WORK LOAD, so you gotta be prepared for that. I think just about all art schools are like this, but R’s very strict on it.  Manage your time wisely, there’s a lot of times I’ve seen people pull all nighters just to finish all their assignments. I was really bad at managing my time too, so when I go back I need to be more strict on myself. It’s better to do things early and relax than relax until last minute and have anxiety hell. Not many of the teachers are about how much homework you have in other classes. Also, it’s good to not do things last minute because then you can relax earlier and scanners and place you go to take photos aren’t crowded.

and trust me, your teachers will know if you did something last minute, and they can tell whether effort was put into something or not. 

Now for classes, I’ll talk about just freshman year since that’s probably what’s most helpful to you right now and since I was made to drop out by my parents I’ll probably be repeating like the second semester of that rip.... anywAY

so, R starts you with foundation, so figures classes, 2D design, drawing (this one’s perspective! so important but rip everyone forgets everything after that semester so I should probably start studying perspective again)

the figure classes at R are sO GOOD............ you improve a lot with those, a few weeks into it I was thinking about the figures I had in my portfolio and was just like...... fuck these are so shitty how the hell did the school accept me.... of course the experience depends on the teacher, but I loved my figure drawing teacher he was really cool and good. He did demos at some point every class to where we would all just hover over his shoulder and watch him draw while he explained what he was doing. You i

2D design I hated because like...... abstract... it’s supposed to help you work with compositions and such but I really don’t understand abstract and execute it properly so that was a really difficult class for me 

drawing class is just doing still life and perspective exercises, you don’t really get to the fun part till second semester, I forget the other exercises but I remember that towards the end there was one where you designed a car (like a fun spin on it like.... I think mine was a firefly styled car? yeAH)

other classes were Film & Narrative (so studying films, it was cool) and Writing Studio, which is just like a writing class, they don’t really apply to skills/experience in art so I’ll skip over those

second semester, you still have Figure Drawing, but there’s more of a focus on stuff and you get to draw animals too (sadly no, no real animals come into the classroom. You work off of projections and then there’s a field trip to a big cat sanctuary)

drawing II gets fun because you finally get to use photoshop for your still life and assignments, the assignments get more fun like the Tro/./.ja./n Ho//rs/e assignment. Like you could either do the actual one or draw a similar scenario, I’m totally blanking out on what I did but one of the examples was like a giant wooden mouse with cheese and in the back were cats watching the actual mice. Anyway, it had even more of a focus on compositions and colors. 

Another assignment was designing a character’s room. It could be any character, but you couldn’t have anything that gave away their name. People had to be able to guess who the room belonged to just by looking at it. Sounds hard, but fun. If the character you chose had like a specific style from the concept art of where they’re from you’re free to use that too! I did Kida from Atlantis and one of my friends did Greg Universe’s room, so she got to imitate SU’s background style which was cool to see!

3/D desi/gn was............. super difficult to me, I almost failed that class >w>;;;; because it was woodshop type stuff and polymer clay depending on what you wanted. However, every assignment you did would lead up to the grunt assignment, which was like, you had three designs of things that would be possible grunt level monsters, and you essentially pitch a game idea to the class and they pick the best. SO again, modeling especially with actual clay is hard for me but it was a great experience when it came to designing and stuff. There’s more but I don’t want to get into all the assignments

3/.D design differs based on what major you’re in, and you only get it if you’re doing one of the Media Arts majors, but I’m pretty sure for the most part they’re the same?

if you major in Game Art or Animation, then you also take traditional animation, which was really fun but tbh...... I only knew how to do animation because of me being at precollege at C and then like learning stuff on my own, you were really left alone a lot, which is the same for some of the other classes. They’ll help you if you ask, but if you don’t then you can’t really get helpful feedback. Again, it depends on the teacher. The one I had was really nice and I frequently went to her for help.

so despite how some assignments/classes were hard for me, I really loved R and I’m excited at my parents giving me the option to go back, I just need to do a portfolio again >w>;;;; R’s a really good school with a lot of great resources. All of my issues came from problems with people (not teachers just other students) there and I’m not gonna get into those cuz personal lol

OKAY SO for portfolio tips

still life

figURES

ANIMALS, it makes you have a better understanding of anatomy and stuff

try to have a mix of media in there, like I mainly do digital but still have some traditional stuff to show that you know how to use those

I would keep figures realistic and not stylized so they can see that you have an understanding of them

depends on the school I think, but R strictly says in their guidelines to not do fantasy stuff like unicorns and dragons

NO FAN ART.......  you can have it but you need to be really, really vague? if that makes sense, like people shouldn’t be able to tell it’s fan art

have what you’re applying for in your portfolio, so like depending on what you want I’d add concept art stylized stuff or character designs 

you gotta have your best work in there, like some people like having okay/bad work to show how much they improved but that’s a bad idea, if you don’t think something’s good don’t put it in for colleges to see