#yingyue'snovels

[calx-bdo]

WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU FALL ON THE JOJOS?!

JONATHAN :

"Oh dear, are you alright?"

he is a rock he will not budge or flinch a single cm

if you fall on him purposely do not expect a reaction

he will catch you no matter what

very gentlemanly about it too

whatever is in his hands has now disappeared flung to some corner of the earth

my little babygirl

JOSEPH :

"HAHAHAHAHA"

yeah your face is meeting the ground

dipshit probably would laugh too

asshole

he'll help you up

but of course as always he will let go the moment you (try to) regain some sort of stability

what a bitch

you go tumbling down again

fucker

i hate him

do not fall on him your face is going to be fucked 🆙️

gremlin

JOTARO :

may god save us all

you fall directly on his mommy huge fucking ginormous large giant enormous tits

squishmallow

he pushes you off (bitch)

maybe if you're closer to him he'll grab you by the shoulder and lift you up to your feet

he does not care (he thinks, tilting his head down to hide his face)

JOSUKE :

"AA ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?!?"

freaks out

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD is playing in his head while u like lay there

he picks you up with one hand

you accidentally smack his pompadour while you get up

it probably makes that roblox coil sound and reverbs

he checks you for injuries

if you have none, great !

if you have a scratch you will see a 170 cm tall transgender flag colour palette looking mf appear and punch you

good lord

GIORNO :

ah my babygirl

he does not freak out

he just lifts you up and moves on with his day

he could not give 2 shits i think

idk

maybe he would

frog

JOLYNE :

ah, my babygirl

same like jotaro but with at least visible concern

gets you up to ur feet

what a sweet girl

i love her

mwah

JOHNNY :

he literally will fall over too idk what u expected 💀

i made this whole post for the johnny joke.

@calxb-do posted this dont be a bitch and steal it

[calx-bdo]

"FROM THE START!"

SAE ITOSHI X READER !

GENDER NEUTRAL!

warnings : sae being a cutie patootie

From the day Sae arrived in Spain, it was not going well. He had just met up with his competitors in the Royal Madrid club and he had felt absolutely, utterly defeated. There was no way he was going to become the world's best striker. It was out of reach, for a nobody like him.

Not even in academics can Sae outshine them. Although it was obvious that he clearly wanted to at least try to best them in something, not even trigonometry was on his side. In many ways, Sae had already given up on his dreams.

Merely a month has passed and Sae still has not found any sort of joy since coming to Spain. Everyday, even after merciless professors unleashing questions that required at least 18 scholars and 23 trained council leaders at the Agora from Ancient Athens to decipher (his classmates solved it in approximately 0.394 seconds), he also had to face brutal training sessions from his dog-like coach, barking orders at him day after day, week after week. This torture sessions continued on for weeks on end, until Sae could not take it anymore. He just really wanted a break, and just really wanted to see Rin again. Sae shut the door to his apartment, and really, REALLY wish he did not break down in his paper-thin dorm walls. That all went down the drain when he turned his phone on and saw Rin, 5 year old Rin, smiling back at him. Soon, one tears turned to two, two turned to three, and three turned to many. Itoshi Sae, Japan's child prodigy, the treasure of Japanese Football, was having a mental breakdown in his dorm room in Spain.

Who would be the knight in shining armor to save his day?

...You, of course. This wouldn't be a Sae x reader fanfic if it weren't you.

Kind-hearted you living next door overheard his sobbing and got worried. Who would be crying at 6.50 pm in the night? You were tired from studying about the law from the Roman Empire anyways, and thought you deserved a break from the mind boggling questions posed to you. (Seriously, who asks people to find the cause of the downfall of Rome? As a LAW STUDENT?)

So, you did only what your tired mind could think of. Bake some cookies for your neighbour. Do you have all the ingredients? Yes, since you bought them on a whim, albeit losing the motivation to bake immediately. You got up from your chair and decided to head to your kitchen. (LET HIM COOK 🔥🔥🔥)

Although the cupcakes were baked on a whim, you can't deny that the sweet strawberry scent was in fact, quite convincing that this cupcake was most definitely one of the best things you've baked in a while (being a law student doesn't really allow for leisure activities..), and it did help get your mind off the excruciatingly painful essay questions anyways. Now, all you have to do it just pass it to him. Easy, right?

The doorbell rang once. Twice. Thrice, and you hear heavy footsteps trudging to the door. You took a deep breath as you hear the door handle turn, and tired eyes glanced at the cupcakes in your hand before turning towards you. All you could do was give an awkward smile to the eyes, covered by the bangs and looking absolutely demolished. "Um, You...sounded like you weren't having the best of days. You, um, do you want a cupcake?" A deafening silence fills the room. "Okay. Thanks." Sae gives a small smile. An approval.

You and Sae's "neighbourliness" got closer and closer, until Sae and you actually were considered best friends. Best friends that attended everything together, from Sae's soccer matches to your court proceedings, and even Sae following you to every frat house party (in the breaks given, of course.) to ensure that nobody dares to even come one inch closer to you when you're intoxicated.

It was actuallg at this particular party when you realised your true feelings for Sae. And that's when you're sober, so you REALLY know it's real. The realisation hits you when you come back from the toilet to see Sae pushing someone away approaching your drink with a ... something in hand. They were then engaged in an argument, and then, Sae just...slapped him. It was like everything happened in a flash, but the constant increase in your heartbeats sing a different song. Sae eventually was so done with the guy he went upstairs, dragged your arm and found a quiet place to sit at to calm down.

"...fucker. What a bitch. Can't believe he would even think I would let him touch that." Sae kept grumbling and mumbling about it, but your mind was only focus on how his long lashes fluttered when he batted his eyelids, or how he crumples his cup in rage when bitching about that guy.

For you. For you, for you, for you, for you, for you-

Thoughts were swarming your head right now, and Sae, seeing the distressed look on your face, got worried for you.

"You kay?" Sae's worried voice asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks." You meekly reply.

The music from the party slowly drowns out. The Spotify playlist that Sae made (for you too, by the way) was all you could hear beside the blood rush in your ears.

"Mmn, this song is good." Sae commented.

Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today..

"Sae, can I tell you something?" You raised up.

"Hm? What's up?" Sae questioned, his eyebrows raising.

That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through, and shoots an arrow through my heart..!

"Promise, PROMISE, you won't laugh?" You had to make sure. It's gonna be very extremely embarrassing if he does.

"What's got ya so worked up? I won't, I promise!" Sae ruffed up your hair adoringly.

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

"Well, I-" You hesitated. Will he reciprocate your feelings? What if he doesn't and finds you annoying? What if he didn't even like you as a friend? What if-

"Hey, you're off again. What did you want to say?" Sae's voice takes on a sterner tone, concern etched all over his face for you.

"Well, I confess I loved you from the start.."

You have never seen Sae's face so red before.

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# 'cus it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's gettin' harder to breathe.

》 rockstar!y/n au

》 kazuha x reader

》 warnings : none

》 fluff, slow-burn

you could feel the electrical bass thrumming under your fingertips. with the mastery of electro, a bass was no match for you. with the loud music surrounding you, encompassing the very spirit of rock, you feel at ease. at home. you flick your wrist once again, seeing your adoring fans swoon over you.

finally, a break in the song. the bridge, or, as you like to call it, the part where you can let your eyes drift over the crowd, seeing if there's any .. interesting figures catching your eye.

sadly, nobody of note was here today. they were all just . . normal people. boring. bland. not your type.

as your eyes looked back down onto the guitar, fangs biting your snakebite piercings, you catch a swoop of red in the crowd.

"huh?"

you blinked rapidly, and in the concert daze, all still remains veiled under the fog of the night.

"must be the makeup. "

── 🎸🎙 ──

you complete the set without any further hindrances, but the little red you saw still lingered in the back of your mind.

you tapped the frets of the bass, mindless strumming filling the confined space right now. the band leader was talking to some fan, and totally buying into the fanservice. albeit you not being into that, not wanting to feed the parasocials, you were one of, if not the most popular band members, to your dismay. well, your piercings, odd attire and hair do go a long way in such times.

once, an interviewer asked why your sense of fasion does not match up to teyvat's current times.

"people just aren't ready for it. " you shrugged, and smirk to the camera, hearing the fans cheer for you in the background. hah, maybe feeding fanservice once in a while wasn't that bad.

── 🍁⚔️ ──

kazuha has been searching everywhere for that one really really hot bassist.

even beidou doesn't know, for archon's sake. . !

"surely it cannot be that hard to find a famous celebrity . . especially someone of that crowd the other night. " kazuha mused to himself, frustration slowly building inside of him.

suddenly, a thought crosses his mind. he blinks, lightly facepalming himself, chiding that he hasn't thought of this.

in the world of rock, who better to ask than xinyan?

"good afternoon, xinyan, i was wondering if you had came to the concert the other night?"

kazuha knocked on xinyan's door, meeting her surprised face when she opened the door to the samurai.

"kazuha? of all people askin' me about the 'cert, you're the least i expected!"

xinyan laughs, her laughter sounding like the thrums of the bass. the bassist . . everything reminds kazuha of them.

"of course i did! it was one of teyvat's biggest bands, euthoria! why? ya interested?"

xinyan leaned against the door frame, cocking a smug smile to kazuha.

"ahem . . . that, might be right. the bassist, they ─"

xinyan's eyes practically perked up upon hearing the word 'bassist'.

"oh, y/n? they're right inside, c'mon in!"

xinyan all but pushes kazuha into her house, seeing the hot wondrous bassist just . . on xinyan's couch.

"heya."

── 🎸🎙 ──

that was the flash of red !!! the red hair !!!! that was the person you saw, and goodness, he is . . ethereal. stunning isn't even a word to describe him. his hair, it looks soft, fluffy. and his face? it seems as if it contains all the wonders of the world. his maroon eyes stare back into yours, (although yours was covered by purple contacts, gotta fit the theme ..) boring into your soul.

"heya."

heya? heya?! are you stupid!? who uses "heya"? that was the most stupidest thing someone could have said !!!!!

he's cringing . . . no, he's . . he's laughing?!

── 🍁🎸 ──

"hello, nice to meet you. i'm kaedehara kazuha."

kazuha extended his hand in greetings, wishing to any archon that would listen ─ to not let y/n see his red face.

y/n took his hand into theirs, and placed a kiss on the back of it. it's a way they greet fans in euthoria, and it's almost muscle memory. y/n didn't really think it through, and just . . placed a kiss on it.

'OH MY GOD?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO. '

y/n's mind was racing right now. who kisses in form of greetings ?! kazuha isn't a fan, he's probably just some casual watcher !!!

y/n quickly removes their lips from the back of his hand.

"i apologise-"

kazuha quickly stops them.

"it's alright, i understand.."

kazuha's mind was also racing right now.

' oh my archons, they really, they . they kissed me ! oh, oh, this is . . this is bad for me . . oh . . .'

kazuha could barely contain the blush creeping up on his ear.

; should i continue this into a thing ?? '^^

[calx-bdo]

"WAKE UP ALREADY!!"

a munakata souta x reader fanfic

suzume no tojimari

Oh, how you loved him. His shoulder-length raven hair, his built body, his sense of humour, the way he's excellent with kids, his eyes, his smile, his everything. You adore everything about him. Well, except one thing.

The way he literally cannot wake up in the morning.

"Hey! Get up already! At this rate you can sleep through earthquakes of an intensity of 9!" You groaned. You have been trying to wake him up for 15 minutes. Fifteen. And your dearest still is not awake. God, by the time he wakes up he will be seeing a metal pan meet his face!!!! Goodness, that boy cannot wake up on his own AND with others. "Dude...no way. I'm never spending the morning over at your house again." You grumbled at you (tried to) fold your side of the blanket. Only for him to grab at it and mess it up. He will be the death of you, you swear, one day.

You wanted to slap him. You have just finished washing up, including washing your own dishes after you ate breakfast, and he's still sleeping! What!!! You shook him harder and harder. No, he's not getting up, not anytime soon. Unless...

Slowly, you bent down and placed your lips on him, sealing it with a soft kiss. Pulling away immediately, you hid your face in the blanket. "Huh..? I'm awake, what now?" He looked at you. You looked at him, only to see a mischievious glint in his eyes. Wait...was he just waiting for you to-...Oh my god.

Ugh! You were going to kill him one day, you swear! That bastard!

@calxb-do , march 11th, 2023

[calx-bdo]

"my fedya."

╰ fyodor x g/n reader

╰ probably during cannibalism arc?

╰ warnings : none

╰ written by yingyue

"моя любовь, what are you doing up so late?"

your light footsteps echoed throughout the quiet room, the only other sound coming from the light static of the computer with the soft clicks of fyodor's keyboard. he was working himself to death again, which seems to be a routine for him ever since he decided to go full terrorist on yokohama. well, at least you were supportive of that!

"fyodor." he jolted slightly, as he had not heard you approach him. "милый!" he coughs slightly out of embarrassment, knowing that he was way past up the "bedtime" you set for him.

"fedya, what have i told you about taking a break?"

your fingers ran through his raven hair, untangling the knots in it.

"of course, i'm sorry i hadn't followed with it."

you can only sigh at your lover's negligence to himself. you removed his ushanka before pressing a kiss to his temple, before whispering,

"fedya, i care about you, okay? take care of yourself."

fyodor arched his neck further and further into your kiss, before he practically melts into the chair.

"you tired?"

you asked out of concern, seeing fyodor's eyes flutter close as he leaned back into the headrest of his chair. he gave a slight nod, before grabbing your forearm, like he was pleading you to do something.

"okay, stay still."

you manage to maneuver him so that you are able to carry him bridal style, back to your shared bedroom. you gently placed your fedya down onto the bed before sitting upright next to him, watching him make a soft whine as he adjusts himself to rest his head on your lap.

"do you want me to massage your head?"

you take his silence as an agreement.

you carefully threaded your hands through his hair, before aiming your fingertips at specific acupuncture points on the scalp which releases tension. you can feel fyodor's stress going away, as his eyebrows relaxed and he just looks.. lighter.

"mm, thank you, дорогой. you've done me a huge favour today."

fyodor's soft voice breaks through the silence in your bedroom.

"of course, fedya. i love you."

fyodor wasn't one for romantic exclamations. he doesn't show his love verbally, but rather through actions. he's more of a "actions-speak-louder-than-words" guy as compared to a "i love you my sweet sweet pookie lovely sweetheart!!" guy.

but just for today, he can make an exception.

"я тоже люблю тебя, моя дорогая."

you were glad fyodor's eyes was closed, or he'll be able to see your red face right now.

translations , please correct me if i'm wrong.

моя любовь - my love

милый - darling

дорогой - sweetheart

Я тоже люблю тебя, моя дорогая - i love you too, my dear

[calx-bdo]

"You...really thought?"

pt 2 ||

a scaramouche x gn!reader fanfic

a / n : i remember someone wanted a part two. @girlietfnoyourat

it's been a slow morning. every morning is slow, but not quite as snail-like as this. of course, the routine you set up every morning helped you gain a sense of your bearings, but his absent presence has done nothing except to put a toll on your physical and mental well-being. it was like him ─── what his presence to the public was, not towards you. to you, he was gentle. kind. helpful. all of the values that inhabited kabukimono, not scaramouche. and it terrified you, fear gnawing at your chest, how he can so easily switch between two personas. perhaps the persona he had put on was fake. perhaps the scaramouche you knew wasn't even scaramouche.

slipping into your shoes and unlocking your door, you exited your apartment and tried to focus on the mundane hums of early morning life. the children playing in the bark, the dew on the leaf of the flora, and scaramouche.

wait. what? scaramouche? what is he doing here? oh archons above, he saw you. is he walking towards you? what should you do? run? scream? stand still? all these thoughts ran through your mind like a bullet train. you felt a habd grasping onto your arm. your eyes widened and looked down. it was a familiar hand, one you held many times and one you wished to forget.

"hey, remember me? i hope it hasn't been too long." his raspy voice halted your train of thoughts, bringing you back to reality. you blinked a few times out of confusion, before your mind sent you reeling. scaramouche was actually standing in front of you.

"i-uh-is there an option for...no..?" you manage to croak out in your shock. he chuckled before letting your arm go. he appeared...tired. exhausted, even. the eyebags and dull tone of skin was clear. maybe, in others' eyes, he is still the same harbinger. in your eyes, he's not the fiesty harbinger the world has come to known. he's just...worn out.

"..." you debated whether or not you should tell him.

one tick passes. two ticks. finally, you can't take it anymore.

"scaramouche, are you okay?"

you certainly wasn't prepared to face scaramouche with tears running down his cheeks.

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muichiro but make him a roblox player

muichiro x you btw

"FUCK I FELL OFF THE GODDAMN LEDGE AGAIN?!!"

Your high pitched scream flooded Muichiro's ears through his headset.

"Jesus...calm down dude. It's not that hard."

Yea, not that hard. Thanks Muichiro, who is so pleasantly at level 50. You, however, was still stuck on level 38.

"Tokito, how did you even pass this level? This..this hell."

You mumbled, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

"It's not even that bad. You're just weak for real. Like, how did you even get past stage 35? I'm surprised you got past it with the amount of whining you did. Wait until you get to stage 42. That's where the REAL hell is. No cap, for real."

A beat of silence. Two beats.

"Fuck you, Muichiro." You spat into your mic. You were already struggling in this stage, what does he mean there's worse ones up ahead!! Sure, it's a little embarrassing for a 14 year old to be stuck on Speedrun 4 on Roblox, but what the fuck is the ice cream stage!!! Are you kidding me?!?! Is the game's creator trying to send you to an early grave?!

"Dude. You still there? Nah don't tell me you're still stuck there.." Muichiro clicked his mouse to check the player list. And there you are, @sonicrealfan11 on Roblox - still at 38.

"BROO you have the BIGGEST skill issue I have EVER seen. DUDEE LOLLL. HOW ARE YOU STILL THERE?! THAT'S CRAZY NO WAY LMAO!!"

'Well, okay, fuck you Muichiro. I thought you were supposed to be my boyfriend or whatever!!' You thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. You removed your headphones and walked towards it, opening the knob slowly.

"Hey. Your struggle really kinda pissed me off since we're weren't on the same stage and I couldn't see you fail through my screen. So, I'm here to help you beat it."

Muichiro's nonchalant voice rang out.

"Oh thanks man!"

You had no idea how to reply so you just blurted this out.

1 grueling hour later and many trips to your room, Muichiro and you finally managed to beat Speedrun 4.

a/n: this is just projecting FUCK YOU ICE CREAM STAGE

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"do you think suguru gave satoru one last good day before leaving?"

gojo satoru felt like he was on top of the world today.

and he was! in a way? anyhow, there he was, balancing on geto's shoulder to reach that one pesky little apple that hangs far beyond his reach. suguru's his world, so technically, yeah! he was on top of the world today.

"suguru, suguru, higher, higher! go on your tiptoes or something! i can feel it! i'm touching it! suguru! suguru, go on your tippy toes, please please!" satoru whined and grumbled, his slender fingers only brushing the very bottom of the apple.

"jeez, satoru," suguru purrs his name. "you're adamant on this, aren't you sweet boy?" suguru can practically feel the blush on satoru's cheeks at the pet name.

"shut up! god dammit, im close to the apple! come on, suguru, unleash your curses or something! to boost me up!"

a snake-like curse coils around satoru's arm, its fangs digging into the apple, before dropping it into his hand.

which is extremely sweaty and clammy now, by the way. satoru's face is pale, eyes wide and blatantly staring at the snake.

"satoru, i know my snake is beautiful, but can you not stare at it like that? also, we all know how beautiful and gorgeous your blue eyes are, so stop opening them so wide! you're so high up in the air, a bird might shit in them or something!" suguru teases the hell out of the white haired man.

"shut up! go away!"

"but satoru.." his voice reaches a low octave, a slight pouting (it's definitely mocking, satoru's sure of it!) evident in his tone. "you're on my shoulders!"

suguru bounces satoru up for a few good measures.

satoru, having turned his limitless technique off for suguru, is foreign to this feeling.

so foreign, in fact, that he starts to scramble around to get off suguru's shoulders.

they end up as a laughing heap on the floor. two teens, madly in love with each other, just finding peace. their own little world, their little haven. in the jujutsu world, there can only be so much safety a sorcerer can possess, but why does satoru feel as if his entire safety is with suguru? suguru most definitely held the lock and key to his heart, suguru is satoru's safety. his safe place. home is where suguru is.

so why is it him that gets to have his home ripped away from him? leaving him vulnerable to the world, having to face the challenges without his safety? his safe place, his home, his heart.

only two thoughts plagued his mind that day. that day his heart left him and tore him into pieces. it was unfair. why was he the one that has to suffer the consequences?

was it his fault?

there was whispers, a ghost of a voice lost, surrounding his head, making their stay at the back of his mind. they managed to take on suguru's voice too.

"you'll never be enough for me. i don't want anything to do with you. leave me. go away, and never come back. i never want to see you again. it's your fault, all your fault."

he tries to clear his mind. no avail. satoru huddles further into a ball, arms useless wrapped around his leg. he's so, so small against the bed meant for two, at which the feeling lingers. the familiarity lingers. satoru feels him. his heart and soul is calling out for him, but there's no response.

satoru hugs his legs further.

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"You..really thought?"

a scaramouche x reader fanfic

genre : angst

gender neutral reader

i spent maximum 5 minutes on this

"Wait, please! Just- one more. One more chance. I'll make it right, this time. I'll be better! Just-please-"

Scaramouche choked out. Tears already welling in his eyes, yet not a single glance could be ripped from you. You already lost too much to him. Too much. Nothing can ever redeem the amount of days, weeks, months spent to convince yourself that no, your boyfriend is not a cheater. But too much has been ripped from your life already. You can't spare him one more chance. Not a single one. None at all.

"I'm done with you, Scaramouche. All you've ever done is lie to my face. You even forgot to show up to our anniversary and MY BIRTHDAY! I'm not that dense, Kabukimono. All your lies about 'oh, I forgot because I had to go for a harbinger meeting' , and 'oh, I didn't show up because something had cropped up with the Tsaritsa'. I tried, time and time again, to believe you, Scaramouche. And-and- you never even bothered to hide that other women was in our house! In OUR BED! I sleep where they got their brains fucked out by you! Don't you even feel a little remorse, Scaramouche? A little guilt, a little shame?! Or do I have no place in your heart at all?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, your throat sore from all the yelling and screaming. The warm tears rolling diwn your cheeks as the trees outside the window seem to sway slowly to the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the windows, as if to reflect your despair.

"Hah, you actually thought I loved you? You're a bigger fool than I thought." Scaramouche dryly laughed, the crocodile tears being wiped away, all sort of desperation gone from his tone.

"Humans don't know how to love. They only know how to use others for their own gain. And if they're no longer convenient, they'll be discarded. You've seen it time and time again, but you haven't learned a thing. And you say I'm the bigger fool? I already know you weren't into this relationship. Come on, we BOTH know that you're not THAT dense. Who would even love me?" Scaramouche spat out, hand reaching for the doorknob. "And I have had enough of you. Always so fucking clingy, like some sort of touch-starved beast."

A twist of the doorknob, and the creak of the door opening. Is it over? Just like that, gone?

"I don't ever want to see your face ever again, Y/N."

.

..

He was gone. Gone from your life, left as quick as he came.

Oh, but do you still harbour love for him in your heart? For anyone?

Can you?

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the cherry blossoms .

-> satosugu fanfic // no warnings

-> art by @brighter_wounds on twt ^_^

it was a beautiful day.

cherry blossoms fluttered down onto the earth, littering the floor one by one. it was a dance of pink amongst the blue sky, the petals floating down serenely, oddly calming gojo satoru down.

the blossoms wasn't the beautiful thing that gojo was mesmerised by, no. well, it was, until he heard the rustle of a sleeve as well as the “crack !” open of a hand fan.

just then, gojo had turned around to lay eyes on one of the most beautiful, if not the most, shirabyōshi he had ever seen. and that is saying a lot, considering his descent of nobility as well as his ... tendencies to sneak out.

***

geto suguru danced elegantly in the blossoms, timing his movements just right, slender muscles flexing underneath his sleeves.

the music accompanied by background entertainers had been most lovely, with the strings of drume and the flute echoing throughout the small little park.

his handfan cracked open, careful to not hit the other shirabyōshi performing together along with him.

four of them performed in perfect synchronisation, yet only one captured gojo's eye.

geto expertly handled the fan, covering his face, letting an air of mystery surround him. a small smile could be seen peeking out, his red eyeliner popping from his pale skin.

their gaze landed on each other.

gojo felt like he has been placed in cold water, again, again and again. every time he seen geto move, dance, sing and sway according to the music, he feels his heart dropping and thrumming together in rhythm. it's like he has butterflies in his stomach, his chest tightening and his eyes widened out of pure admiration. how could one enrapture his heart and soul entirely just by a performance? it was unbelievable.

geto suguru was no mere shirabyōshi.

his heart and soul knows otherwise.

***

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KAZUJA??? AND SPIDERMAN??? 2HAT IF

I AM NOT A TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. ALL METHODS FOR TREATMENT ARE PURELY FICTIONAL, AFTER BRIEF RESEARCH. DO NOT FOLLOW FOR TREATED WOUNDS IRL. SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP FOR TREATING OPEN WOUNDS AND GASHES.

Something knocks on your window. It was late at night, past 12 am, perhaps even 1 am. What on earth could be outside your window at such an unholy hour?

Slowly, you grasped the wooden bat underneath your bed (in case, can't tell what could happen in New York), and slowly opened the curtain, hand tightly wrapped around the window handle. Slowly, you pushed the window open, the wooden bat ready to be aimed at the intruder's face.

You swung your bat- Hey, where'd it go? And what's this sticky web on your hand?! You gazed in fright at your intruder, expecting some punk with a black ski mask or something, with those dragon tattoos and all that. You know, typical Underground Gang stuff.

"Kazuha? What..what are you doing here? OH MY GOD ARE YOU BLEEDING?" You quickly gasped in horror as a wave of panic swept over you. Kazuha had a huge gash running down his chest, though not deep, but still enough to make you lose your absolute mind. "Get in, I'll bandage you up!" Thank god you were a trained medical professional. You haven't even realised the Spider-Man mask half pulled up, letting some of his front hair out.

Kazuha plopped down on your bed, letting out a wince.

"Sorry, this might hurt a bit."

You slowly cleaned the wound with clean water from your tap, truly hoping that the government-assured "drinking quality tap water" wasn't a fraud. Then, gently, using a clean, dry towel, you pressed it to the gash, absorbing the moisture from the wound.

Next, you tightly wrapped the bandage around his gash, trying your best to not stare at his muscles and abs, but god. It was so..stunning? It's almost feminine in a way, with a tiny waist and broad shoulders. His collarbone is so defined, and his skin with cuts here and there, healed scars, oh my goodness, he was beautiful.

"Haha, are you trying to bandage me up or trying to get a good look at me?" Kazuha's soft voice teased. You could feel the heat rise to your face, eyes trying to look everywhere but his softly smirking face, his eyes gazing at you with a smidge of mischief in them.

You quickly finished bandaging him out of embarrassment and plopped down next to him. "L-let's talk about the bigger problem. You're Spider-Man?"

Now it was Kazuha's turn to blush. He looked down, face tinted a light pink, laughing nervously.

"Yeah..And the reason why I came to you was because I didn't really...have anyone else to go to? Sure, Aunt Beidou and Aunty Ningguang are trustworthy, but I'm not really keen on letting them in on my vigilante double-life. You know how Aunt Beidou is when she's tipsy. I guess I only ever really trusted you, Y/N. With this secret. With my other life."

A beat of silence turns into two. A small smile crept up on your lips, realisation dawning on you that Kazuha only ever trusted you with this. You're the one that holds his heart in your hands. Kazuha's wrapped around your pinky. Kazuha entrusts this huge secret that could potentially end both your lives and many others, to you. He trusts you more than anyone. He loves you more than anyone.

"Thanks, zuzu. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we? The dirt on your face is really ticking me off. And it's on my bed now too..I definitely need to change bedsheets later. But for now, let's focus on you. I love you, Kazuha, and nobody can change that."

You press a small kiss to his forehead. 'A worthy price for saving New York everyday, ' Kazuha thinks.

(sykyu008 on twt)

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haikaveh oneshots

kaveh frowns seeing the surplus food in the fridge.

no, not because of his "lack of favourites" (to which there are many soups, thank you.), but it's rather due to the fact that alhaitham's food was also in the fridge. all of it.

kaveh's not dumb, he can pick up on his roommate's eating habits quickly. especially the significant lack of appetite. (urgh, this one worries kaveh the MOST.) but not to the extent of leaving food out altogether.

hence, kaveh makes one very quick trip to the bazaar to grab a quick snack for alhaitham. this one recently hit the shelves, and kaveh's sure that alhaitham would most definitely enjoy this. "taste supersedes presentation.." kaveh can already hear alhaitham's voice boring into his skull.

well, that's the whole reason kaveh fell in love with him in the first place. kaveh returns home with a skip in his step, rapting his knucles kightly on alhaitham's door before entering.

"haitham?" his voice takes on a softer tone, peering inside the dimly lit room. "oh, عزیزم, are you.. alright?" kaveh's warm gaze landed on the pile and mountain of books stacked upon one another, alhaitham's hair in a tight grasp. if kaveh didnt know any more, he could say alhaitham is one tick away from completely losing his hold onto his sanity.

kaveh repeats the soft nickname. "عزیزم?"

only then does alhaitham look up, circular glasses slipping off his nose.

alhaitham's cracked voice mumbles out. "حبيبي .."

"my sweet boy, are you alright?" kaveh immediately rushed to alhaitham's side, his food left forgotten on the table. kaveh's hands cupped his cheeks slowly, fingers softly brushing across his cheeks. his red eyes took one look across the table and the numerous coffee mug stains and lets out a tut.

"alhaitham. what did i tell you about proper sustenance?" at this point, kaveh's just playing with his hair, alhaitham's face buried into his waist as his buff hands (feeble scholar my ass!) wrapped tightly around his waist. "mmmfhh.." came alhaitham's reply, a little muffled.

"okay okay, just.. be sure to eat your food, alright? the aunties at the bazaar gave me these free food, and it's fresh, so be sure to eat it while it's hot! and.. jeez, alhaitham. stop drinking so much coffee! i'm starting to think that your blood is pure caffeine."

alhaitham nods at his words, burying his face furthur into kaveh's body.

a smile blossomed on kaveh's face.

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babe in persian = عزیزم

حبيبي= my love in arabic

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kaveh was (again) dusting off the numerous books that lined every inch of their house, when he spots a surprisingly new book. his fingers traced the words on the spine as he read the title.

"28 recipes for Soups! (most loved by moms and grandmas alike!)"

that got kaveh thinking. he clearly didn't purchase this, and both alhaitham and him didn't receive any cookbooks as presents. cyno and tighnari don't really care for food, and he doesn't know any chef that might have lent him this book. that only leaves one option - alhaitham purchased this book.

.. what for?? kaveh is confused. has alhaitham even expressed any interest in cooking?

whatever. kaveh shoves that book into the back of his mind before continuing on.

it isn't literally 5 minutes later that he finds yet another cookbook on alhaitham's shelves.

"okay. what the fuck. did these multiply or what?" kaveh pulled the book out of the shelf and scanned it again.

"27 new recipes for Soups! (limited edition, new stock!)

limited-?! alarm bells immediately go off in kaveh's head. limited? alhaitham is definitely the type to go scrambling after a book when he discovers that there's limited stock, claiming "he must have it!" and it's "a precious rarity". but a.. cookbook? alhaitham's worries extends to this type of books too?

jeez.

out of curiosity, kaveh placed the duster down on a nearby table before flipping the book open. one recipe catches his eye.

"...cream mushroom soup...liyue parsley... matsutake mushrooms and enoki mushrooms..." kaveh mumbles to himself. why does all these ingredients sound so familiar?

it clicks in his head. it's what he ate yesterday.

wait. wait. alhaitham... specially went out of his way to buy this limited edition book, learn to cook to the best of his ability, did all of this.. for him?

a warm feeling tugs at his heart.

the very next night, alhaitham flips open the book to see a green (the very shade of his little dendro mirrors too!) post-it on the next recipe.

"thank you for all you do love. even buying the limited edition books, hmm? <3

- k 💛"

crimson red blooms all over alhaitham's pale face.

what a tease.

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this is doing very little to help alhaitham's stress.

alhaitham and kaveh promised to go visit and see nilou's dance at zubayr theatre, even though alhaitham's autism and sensory issues make it a problem for him to be comfortable in the crowded grand bazaar. this, kaveh knows.

so when kaveh turns his head to look at alhaitham, in a moment of pure madness, alhaitham tries to mask his discomfort by flashing a small smile.

kaveh immediately gets suspicious.

alhaitham isn't one to smile. especially not at performances. the only time theres ever a curl upwards on his lips is when he's reading a book, and mocking the author for their "extreme lack of knowledge" and their "stupidity knows no bounds.". once, kaveh even heard him utter "common sense is apparently not common anymore. what kind of nonsense are these authors spilling into their books? they don't deserve their works published. goodness."

that was the most hatred kaveh has ever seen anyone express to an inanimate object. yes, kaveh's rantings to mehrak isn't counted! he isn't even that heated when ranting! and mehrak isn't inanimate! ugh!

kaveh grips alhaitham's forearms tighter. "oh? crap."

a tear rolls down alhaitham's cheeks. "kaveh, people keep touching me and i-"

"i'm sorry lovely.. i shouldn't have dragged you through a crowd. i wasn't thinking."

kaveh brings up a hand to caress alhaitham's cheeks.

"let's go home, okay?"

they both fall in step to walk home together.

"we can invite the others for dinner later." kaveh's hand tightly grips alhaitham's.

"is that okay?"

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` i feel like i need to explain here. whilst i'm not autistic myself, i watched aimee's videos (shwimzii on tiktok, go check her videos out, theyre great!) and this oneshot mostly revolves around the nilou's dance tiktok (the thumbnail is nilou, here's the link)

alhaitham is depicted overwhelmed by the sensory overload and starts to cry, hence i implemented this into the story. if there's anything wrong with it or anything i had written wrongly, please don't hesitate to tell me!

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kaveh comes across a picture of alhaitham and him in their old akademiya uniforms.

he picks up the frame and examines the picture.

archons, they look super young. like, dont have eyebags under their eyes young. like, no callouses and ink stains on their hands young.

"kaveh? what's that..?" alhaitham walked over to kaveh's side, hand wrapping around his waist. kaveh flushes at this. even though they've been dating for so long, kaveh still feels like a young schoolboy in love.

which takes them back to this picture.

"oh. i recall now. i remember when i had stuck to your side alot, since..."

kaveh patiently waits for alhaitham to finish his sentence.

"my grandmother and parents had recently passed away."

kaveh swears alhaitham's grip on him tightens.

"oh, عزیزم.."

kaveh mumbles out, placing a chaste kiss to alhaitham's cheek.

.

"hello! i'm kaveh, a second year student at the akademiya, assigned to guide you! what's your name?"

alhaitham looks at the hand extended to him.

"oookay, no name then! what darshan are you in? i'm in kshahrewar, the architecture darshan!"

it takes a while for alhaitham to mumble out a soft "haravatat."

"ooh, haravatat! that's a rare darshan due to the complicated runes!" kaveh beams at the boy's response.

alhaitham nods silently.

"well then, shall we explore the school? mr..."

this time, alhaitham responds rather quickly.

"alhaitham. my name is alhaitham."

"what a beautiful name! let's go around the school, okay alhaitham? it's big, so it's easy to get lost."

alhaitham followed kaveh around the school.

surprise surprise, when they reached the library, alhaitham immediately turned on his feet and left.

"hey, what? what's going on?" kaveh asked, very confused about alhaitham's apparent dislike of the library.

"i have no need for the library."

at kaveh's confusion, alhaitham further elaborates.

"i have more resources at home."

alhaitham following kaveh around proves to be a common sight around the akademiya. there's even a new joke floating around.

"whereever the blonde goes, the falcon follows."

haha, very funny.

alhaitham's relation to the falcon is an interesting one, however. the falcon is not a common rune to be found in, however, alhaitham's studies usually tend to revolve around runes of the sort revolving around this particular animal. kaveh swears he even saw a carving of the falcon on alhaitham's desk. and it's not just falcons too, all kinds of birds were present in alhaitham's home.

it was kinda cute, if kaveh's being honest. he wonders if he should tell alhaitham about the pet bird he has.

"alhaitham, you seem to be interested in birds!" kaveh mentions in the akademiya's cafeteria, seeing alhaitham engrossed in a book.

"mhm! there's many different species of birds, but my favourite personally is the falcon. did you know that like fennec foxes, falcons mate for life? and that peregerine falcons are able to migrate 15,500 miles every year! and..." alhaitham continues to ramble excitedly about different bird facts, mostly falcon related.

"say, alhaitham, why do you like vultures and falcons so much?" kaveh asks one day.

"mm, no idea. vultures are just, cool, i guess. and falcons..they were my mother's favourite. i try to think about her, remember her, but it's hard. the only way i feel like i can really honor her is to.. well, research something about her. it's.. painful, to say the least. but it hurts less with you."

a fond smile erupts on kaveh's lips.

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day after day, alhaitham finds himself running his fingers through kaveh's hair again and again.

it's so smooth, so silky..

that's why alhaitham took it upon himself to maintain kaveh's hair.

he observed the crappy shampoos that kaveh uses. it's not good quality, and it's too rough on the scalp. unacceptable.

alhaitham knows that good shampoos are sold in sumeru. in the grand bazaar. that crowded place.

he grits his teeth.

"kaveh, i'm going out for a while. be back soon."

"oh, okay handsome, stay safe!" kaveh's voice rings out from the study.

not even a mere 10 minutes later, alhaitham returns home, with a weird plastic packaging that he's holding onto like it's a lifeline, and evident tear stains on his cheeks.

"..alhaitham? what's wrong? love, did you go somewhere crowded? oh dear, come in, don't stand outside! my love, are you okay?" kaveh rattles off questions, and alhaitham can merely stand there.

"i bought this for you." alhaitham took out a bottle of shampoo, the price tag clearly scratched off.

"it's for you. i know you dont do well with expensive gifts, but.. i want you to accept this."

his gift is met with kaveh's lips on his lips, capturing him in a soft kiss as kaveh wraps his hand around alhaitham's neck.

"i love you, so much."

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[calx-bdo]

"A psychiatrist never tells his secrets."

A TEARS OF THEMIS FANFIC

FT. VYN, YOU

G/N READER!

"Oh, how can one man figure out all my secrets!"

The morning sun shined into the window, curtains slowly flowing to the rhythm of the softly blowing wind. Outside the window, birds chirped as the morning dew slowly dripped off leaves.

This would be a perfect morning, if you were not losing your minds over Vyn's mind games.

First off, he woke up earlier than you. Earlier! Vyn, the man who has shifted NXX meetings to the afternoon to fit his sleeping schedule. Vyn, the man who under no circumstance would absolutely allow anybody (well, except you) to wake him up before 11am, waking up before you!? Unheard of!

What was even worse was that he also PREPARED BREAKFAST? He woke up of early morning drowsiness and made you breakfast?! Okay, maybe he was being the oh-so-caring boyfriend that he is but..It truly is too much to believe!!!

However, a package arrived. Not knowing what was inside it, you called Vyn over to take a look. He deduced that perhaps it could be something that a client sent as thanks for their case, or perhaps one of Vyn's patients sent over a gift of appreciation. And so, you both opened it together. Inside...was none other than....

The gold necklace you had wanted?!

The week before, you and Vyn were out shopping together. However, Vyn said he had left something in his car and went to go get it, and you were walking around jewelry stores just to find something eye-catching to wear to a masquerade ball that you both were invited to. However, all the prices made your wallet feel empty, even though you haven't even bought anything yet...

But somehow the gold necklace is right in front of your very eyes?! Vyn's face etched a sly grin, and his eyes displayed that he knew something that was kept a secret from you. This was truly all too mind-boggling! (had to sneak in a white person phrase sorry)

Of course, out of curiosity you asked Vyn what was he smiling about. He merely shrugged and said, "Haha, for me to know, for you to find out."

This Vyn-! Well, at least you have something to wear to the ball..

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Down on the West Coast, they love their movies, their golden gods and rock and roll groupies..

IN WHICH : 2 TEENS MEET EACH OTHER ON A BEACH CONCERT.

PAIRING : JODIO JOESTAR X GN! READER (AGE 15)

WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol (no intake dw), swearing

WC: like at least 18

In Hawaii, beach concerts are a sort of...usual thing? Well, at least it is for your neighbourhood. It's a convenient place, as the beach is right beside your house, making it like a makeshift backyard for your family. Since many people have been interested in becoming up-and-coming DJs, beach concerts have been becoming something that is held once every fortnight. From RnB music to Pop, a huge variety of music is played for the entire neighbourhood to hear.

That's why one of these concerts had attracted Jodio and Dragona Joestar, both popular in the high school you're attending. Although both had some sort of...shady past, you're willing to look past that and see of yourself what sort of person they truly are. What? It's not like they sell.. psh.. drugs? Or something. Albeit you didn't expect the opportunity to reveal their true colours to arrive so quickly, you had vowed to make do with what spare time you had before this Saturday. You were already on a time crunch since, you know, it's fucking THURSDAY, and you have a project due tomorrow (fuck the teachers), you really had to struggle.

Soon, the fated day arive, where by the DJ, a renowned one, has been playing popular songs by the now-hit singer Ice Spice, the world-renowned Dua Lipa, and the of course, ever famous Eminem. You soon spotted the pair, Jodio in a loose AC/DC hoodie with black cargo pants, his hair always tied in his usual star, though the green star hairclip seems to be more radiant. Actually, HE himself seems to be more radiant. What the hell? Before you could question yourself for saying that he's literally fucking glowing, Dragona walks in and takes the spotlight away. Clad in a tight sweater with a heart boob window, along with the TINIEST jeans you have ever seen on someone, Dragona continues to amaze you with how he ever so continuously slays his outfits. Māhū's are really cool honestly, and Dragona is one of the first you met. He's a super cool guy too, though one could easily mistake him for a girl.

Firstly, you went over to the juice bar. Grabbing a plastic cup, you had spent a concerning amount of time deciding between white wine, grape wine and red wine. You went with sparkling lemon juice. Next, you had to find a way to get close to Jodio Joestar. He seems closed off, and, well, honestly really fucking scary. But, you decide to suck it up anyway and talk to him. What possible could go wrong?

EVERYTHING WENT FUCKING WRONG. Firstly, you spilled the lemon juice on his shoes, then offered to clean it up for him. By doing that, you accidentally fell over and landed face first in the goddamn sand. And when he offered to help you up, you MISSED HIS HAND? HOW DID YOU MISS HIS HAND?! It's okay, sort of? He kinda understood the situation you're in, and pitied you. I would too. How did you mess that up so badly. Holy shit. You guys had really, REALLY, uncanny similiar humour. Even Dragona was freaked out, but glad his brother could find a friend in somone of similiar age. Soon after that, you guys exchanged numbers. His profile picture is some obscure anime guy with a black hat and a Japanese student uniform? He looks really fierce, with the words "ゴゴ" surrounding him. Hm, perhaps this is some unknown special interest that Jodio has.

You got a "ping!" chime from your phone after leaving the concert. There wasn't really much to say, the concert had carried on like normal, though I suppose you may refer to it as a "party" rather than a concert. Seeing that the message notification was from Jodio, you quickly unlocked your phone and saw that he had sent one message and a sticker.

"wsg bbg"

Well..! This is going to certainly be a...interesting conversation!

hey babygirls this is where the fic ends 🦅🦅🦅💥💥🗣❗❗🦅🗣💥

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SCARAMOUCHE X READER !!

"Hmph, you'd think I'd give up on you so easily?"

FT: scaramouche and y/n! (gn)

WARNINGS: scaramouche.

(HARBINGER SCARA)

3.3 ARCHON QUEST INTERLUDE SPOILERS!

A/N: jjba vento aureo asks i BEG

I RETURN MY ONE ASKER AT 10 PM AT NIGHT WITH THE WRITING SKILLS OF PAIMON 👎

It's no surprise that your boyfriend is an asshole. He treats everyone as if they're the dirt underneath his sandals, his bossiness pairing along with an arrogance that the most rich businessmen dream to have. So how exactly did you capture the heart of the mysterious harbinger, and turned his feelings as cold as ice into a fiery but warm heart, only for you to tame? Simple! Below are the following steps on how to tame the beautiful yet unattainable heart of his!

Step 1: Be a bitch.

The harbinger's arrogance knows no bounds! The LITERAL only way to outshine his own ego is to BE as egoistical as him, if not even more! That will be attention grabbing, and it'll definitely reach the ears of Scaramouche, the fleeting wanderer with a face like porcelain but a tongue like razor blades.

Step 2: Provoke him!

He'll definitely be attracted to you, though it's negatively. However, this boy has to be put in his place! You're not gonna let that insult he just spat in your face slide, right? Remind him of his height! How some old man with a nose as long as Orobashi surpass him in status! Let him know how he's simply in denial of being a puppet, firstly of his own mother, secondly of Dottore, and lastly, the Tsaritsa!

Step 3: Apologise.

Okay, maybe that was a little too harsh. He's taken aback to the horrors he went through, how can a fatui recruit speak to him in that manner! He's so surprised he forgot to dish out his own little special taste of hell, electrocution in the cold and unforgiving snow of the Snezhnayan lands, all while stripped down to only your undergarments, how cruel! You comfort him and tell him you don't mean those things, and he lets his moment of vulnerability slide. Maybe you're not so bad after all.

Step 4: Go for it, Y/N!

After you've done all those things, you have tamed your very own Scaramouche! He is attached to you now, so you can't do anything about it! Only thing is that he shows it subtly, so you need a good eye (metaphorically, of course) to see that! But by the time you see it, he's already wrapped around your finger! So, what are you waiting for? Go confess already!

P.S : if anything happens to your health throughout the steps, @calxb-do is not liable for any injuries you attain psychologically and physically. this is NOT a failproof plan, and you agree to carry these steps out with full agreement and willingness.

YOURS SINCERELY, @calxb-do

"Hah, you even want this?"

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i made an ao3 ^_^

its @/ xuanzhenn :3