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[tiredslepz]

chat he is actually alive and WELL this is MISINFORMATION ...

burnt edges, unread messages | t. todoroki

⇨ not dating. not nothing. something in between. something you never got to name before it was gone.

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the way percy talks about annabeth will never not make me cry

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the idea of a clutch purse is nightmarish to me. the whole point of bags was so we could escape the torment of holding things. and now u gotta hold a bag.

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the best bad decision. (iwaizumi hajime x reader)

summary: “wrote a confession for character A, accidentally gave it to character B instead” - for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, oikawa is insensitive sometimes, fluff

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

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You liked to think you weren’t one to fall into stereotypes. But every once in a while you did something that reminded you that you weren’t different from everyone around you. Like right now, standing hidden behind the corner of this building, clutching an obvious red envelope in your hands, waiting for the volleyball team to shuffle out of their club room so you could sneak in and slip the envelope into a certain boy’s locker.

So you had a tiny little crush on everyone’s favorite boy, Oikawa Tooru. Sue you.

Your ears were on high alert, staying as still as possible so you could focus on the voices drifting out of the room. You were a bit farther away, since you wanted to be hidden, but if you strained yourself enough, you could make out the sounds. You tried not to make yourself tense, afraid you would wrinkle the envelope. You had been so careful with it. Making sure you didn’t smudge any words as you wrote, perfuming the paper afterward. You even used that expensive wax and seal that you bought only for journaling purposes. You wanted it to be known that you made an effort.

All for him.

It was hard not to fall for someone as charming as Oikawa. He was tall and handsome, he was always so nice, always welcoming to anyone who wanted to speak to him. He was beyond talented. You could watch him play for hours. You did watch him play for hours. At the end of the day, you were just like all the other giggling, blushing girls who admired him.

The only difference is that you had never gone farther than admiration until now. You had never spoken to him, never greeted him in the hallways, never made him anything to eat like girls often did. You had watched from afar and basked in the warm, bubbly feeling that comes with having crushes.

But now here you were, slipping him a letter with all your feelings written on it. You were going into this not expecting him to accept the confession. You hadn’t even put your name on it. It was anonymous. God knows how many of these he got on a daily basis. And with Valentine’s Day approaching, you were sure his locker was overflowing. What was one more, right? You were doing this for yourself more than anything else. You needed to get these feelings out because they were overflowing in your head.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you realized the locker room was completely silent by now. You listened closely, giving it another few minutes. No shuffling, no humming, not even a peep. The coast was clear.

You could feel your entire body shake as you turned the corner and stealthily hurried to the club room door. You couldn’t let anyone see you going inside, so you quickly opened the door, slipping in and sliding the door shut behind you. You let out a sigh of relief.

Then you turned around, and your eyes met wide chestnut ones.

Oikawa was standing next to an open locker, a half folded shirt in his hand. He had probably been mid fold when you had barged in, staring at you with those big browns, mouth slightly open. Thick silence stretched over you both as you stood frozen, not even blinking.

Oikawa’s eyes drifted down to your hand, the very obvious, deep red envelope. His lips twitched before a smile took over them.

“Hello there.” His voice was lively. “Is that for me?”

You tensed at the sound of his voice, your panic finally catching up to your brain as you gulped around the knot in your throat. “No!”

He raised an eyebrow at that, tilting his head a bit. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead. “No?”

“No.”

Another silence, awkward as anything. You couldn’t move at all. You felt like you were frozen in place. Every muscle in your body was pulled tight. You had never anticipated that of all the people who could catch you in the locker room, it would be Oikawa himself.

“So who’s it for?” He then asked, eyes darting between your face and the envelope. You felt your face burn, heating up so much it made you dizzy.

“It’s-” Your mouth was so dry. You had no saliva. None. Not a drop. It felt like you were incomprehensible. Could you even speak? Or was it all gibberish? Were you spiraling now?

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-

“It’s for Iwaizumi-san.”

Oikawa blinked at that, and you realized you had caught him off guard. Well, he wasn’t the only one. You had caught yourself off guard too. It seemed that, in the midst of your panic and staring at Oikawa, the only other person you could name was Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi Hajime. Oikawa’s best friend. Seijoh’s ace. Someone you saw just as much as Oikawa considering they were attached at the hip. No wonder when you had to think of someone, you thought of him.

“Well now I’m truly shocked!” Oikawa sounded jovial, placing a hand on his hip, his half folded shirt crumpled in his other hand. “A confession for Iwa-chan? I never thought this day would come!”

Your mind raced and you tried to scramble your thoughts together into somewhat understandable sentences. But you had just dug this fresh hole for yourself and you didn’t know what to do to get out of it. In fact, at this moment, there was no getting out of it. You had to go along.

“Y-yes.” You managed to blurt out, not knowing what else to say, looking anywhere but at him, who was steadily growing more and more amused by the second.

“You have to give it to him!”

Your head snapped up, and that’s when you realised what true panic was. What you had felt so far was nothing compared to the shitstorm your brain was experiencing after what he had just said.

“Come on.” Oikawa threw the shirt carelessly into his locker, slamming it shut and fast walking to you. With one grip on your forearm, he tugged open the club room door and proceeded to speed out of it, dragging you with him.

“W-wait!” Your voice trembled, and you doubt he even heard you. You felt like your whole mouth was stuffed with cotton. You tried to lock your legs into place and break Oikawa’s momentum. It was not happening. He was way stronger than you. You tried to pry his hand off your arm, but his grip was vice-like.

“Oikawa-san!” You basically shrieked like a hyena, finally breaking through right outside the Seijoh gym. You snatched your hand away.

“I can’t!”

Oikawa stared down at you, blinking owlishly. You bit your lip.

“Oh.” He breathed, and you saw realization wash over his face. You froze. Had he figured it out?

“I get it.” Did he?

Then he promptly turned around and cupped his mouth with his hands, leaning in through the open gym doors.

“Iwa-chan!” He shouted.

You gaped at him, struggling to even comprehend what was going on in his head. But that was the least of your worries, because trudging footsteps sounded and then the boy in question was standing in the gym entrance, scowling down at his friend.

Oh no. Oh, this is bad. This is so bad, I’m so screwed-

“Look!” Oikawa pointed at you, or more accurately, he pointed at the envelope in your hand. Iwaizumi followed his gaze, and you saw his scowl drop as shock colored his features.

“It’s for you! Can you believe it?” Oikawa let out a cackle, leaning an arm against the gym door. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Iwaizumi looked genuinely incredulous, like this was something he hadn’t dreamt of in his wildest dreams. Later when you looked back on what happened, you would be surprised that despite being friends with the most popular guy on campus, Iwaizumi did not get much attention. He lived in Oikawa’s shadow, and he liked it that way.

Right now, his feelings were the least of your concerns though.

Finally free from Oikawa’s grasp, you lunged forward, slamming the envelope against his chest before turning on your heel and absolutely booking it. There was no other option. You couldn’t give that shit to Iwaizumi. You also couldn’t give it to Oikawa and say you had lied. It couldn’t get any more humiliating than it already was, so you might as well run away.

Very active fight or flight response, one might say.

Oikawa watched your back as you ran full speed, one hand holding the envelope he was so unceremoniously handed. He turned his attention down to it when the flowery scent hit his nose, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw, she perfumed it too! How romantic.”

He grinned up at Iwaizumi, whose ears had turned red. Iwaizumi’s scowl deepened as he stared at the shiteating grin on Oikawa’s face. But he didn’t stop himself from taking the envelope Oikawa handed to him, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest.

………………..

When you tried to convince your mom that you didn’t really need high school when homeschooling was a perfectly viable option, she told you to suck it up and there was no way you were dropping out. You didn’t know how to tell her that your life in high school was pretty much over. How could you show your face in any place where you might run into Oikawa or Iwaizumi?

But alas, you could only take one sick day before throwing yourself back to the wolves.

You were jumpy the whole day, paranoid that somehow everyone knew what had happened two days ago. But your day went by as normal, unaffected by the storm in your head. You should’ve known your peace wouldn’t last. At lunchtime, the one person you had been dreading the most was standing before your desk, looking down at you expectantly.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Well. This was it. The one thing you were hoping and praying you could somehow avoid.

Iwaizumi led you outside for some privacy, finding an empty bench overlooking the school’s running track. You sat stiffly by his side, waiting for him to speak.

“I read the letter.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, coaxing him to continue. You knew the contents of the letter. You had mulled them over in your head ten thousand times yesterday. You had not written Oikawa’s name. You had talked only about how you felt about him and the thoughts plaguing your head. You knew how easily Iwaizumi could have thought it was about him and not Oikawa.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

“For the confession?”

You hesitated. “For how it all played out.”

That was vague enough.

Iwaizumi let out a breathy chuckle, and you looked up at him. “I think I should apologize instead. Oikawa can be a bit of an insensitive jerk.”

You felt your lips twitch into a smile, shrugging. “He kinda steamrolled all over me.”

Iwaizumi groaned, running a hand through his spiky hair. You followed the movement with your eyes, gaze pausing on how his bicep flexed. Something in your heart stuttered.

Up close, he was extremely attractive. His skin was smooth and clean, and his hair looked soft despite being so short. His jaw was defined and his eyes were striking. When he looked at you for longer than a beat, it made your insides squirm.

“I’m sorry about him. He told me he found you in the club room. I’m sure you wanted to do it anonymously. He shouldn’t have dragged you here. That wasn’t cool.”

You smiled at how considerate he was being. “It- It’s okay.”

“And I’ll make him apologize to you too. Promise.”

His lip ticked up in a crooked smile. You couldn’t help but stare. You watched him grow a bit nervous, rubbing the back of his neck. A little habit?

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

The question caught you off guard. You knew how Iwaizumi perceived you after the contents of that confession. You had just not anticipated that he would want anything to do with you. In your slurry of thoughts, you realized you had still not told him that the confession wasn’t for him. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

The sun beat down on your heads, casting harsh shadows on his face. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. And those same captivating eyes. You couldn’t remember ever appreciating him the way you were right now. Oikawa’s light was so bright it made Iwaizumi almost invisible. But here and now, it was just him. No distractions, no takeaways. Just Iwaizumi in all his glory. And it was making your heart skip.

“Okay.” You breathed.

Iwaizumi positively lit up at your words, straightening his back. His features smoothed, his eyes widened and a smile took over his face.

“Cool!” He blurted out, before clearing his throat. “That’s uh, I mean. Great. That’s great.”

You giggled as he stumbled over his words, endeared by his reaction. Your heart and mind both told you this was the right decision. With Oikawa, it was a puppy crush. With Iwaizumi, something told you it could be so much more.

Years later, when you told Iwaizumi about the exact intentions of that letter, and how you were beyond grateful you hadn’t given it to Oikawa, all he did was cackle while the Argentinian setter whined about how he had missed his chance.

He was joking, of course. He was the proudest best man ever at your wedding. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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when will hoyoverse let my queen kokomi out.. 😞😞😞 i've been waiting since 3.8 (i lost to qiqi back then.)

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I have a joke about math but im 2² to say it

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the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older

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Imagine every day that passes in your father's life brings him closer to death. The reason is cancer This is my father.

my friend. Listen to me a little. Here there is no medicine, not even food or drink. But here there are some doctors who perform surgeries, but at a very high price. I hope you understand me.

I ask you to think for a minute and send some money, whatever the amount, even one euro, it will do.

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[tiredslepz]

hi. i made a percy jackson x user bot on character ai.

[ye, am not ded (yet) kekw]

for future references: my user is tiredslepz_ on c.ai ^^

i'll take requests for bots here (and maybe i'll start writing oneshots again... hm!) genshin, mha, pjo chars! ♡ har har

[tiredslepz]

i agree with this so mucuchchchchdhshsahah

is it just me or was endeavor's arc never about him deserving redemption??? nor was he ever actually redeemed? like, atonement vs redemption are two very different things, and watering him down to "he is a horrible person henceforth he does not deserve to be written a redemption arc." in my opinion, that's just a tragic waste of his character.

endeavour's existence as a hero actually brings a very important and nuanced layer to the world of MHA and also brings up the question; is a person's good deeds enough to measure their worth?

think about it: todoroki enji is an abusive father and husband. he bought his wife, participated in a genetics scheme, neglected two of his children, pushed his eldest to his limit psychologically, and physically abused his youngest.

but think of endeavour: the number two hero. his efficiency rates are the highest in the country. he keeps property damage to the absolute minimum and runs an agency with an expansive network of sidekicks. and what is this man's job? he SAVES LIVES. it is his literal JOB to SAVE PEOPLE, and he is THE BEST in his field. it would be one thing if he were incompetent, but endeavour is literally incredible at his job.

the dichotomy proposes a philosophical question: would you remove this man from his job when he is so instrumental to the protection of the population?

i understand how severe his abuse was. i understand how severe abuse IS. it ruins the very foundations of who you are. todoroki enji effectively has ruined his family. but he has something that many abusers do not have: guilt.

his guilt does not absolve him of his crimes. he is aware of this. but he is attempting to take accountability. and while he is entirely too late, would you rather have the man not try at all? and for the people who want him locked up: what is endeavour serving a prison sentence going to do for the population? sow growing fear and distrust in a society where people are losing faith in their heroes?

there's one more layer that people forget, or in some cases, refuses to acknowledge: he loves his family. he only comes to love them far too late. and thats another thing people forget: abusers can truly love the people they abuse. and enji loves his kids, you can see it in the way he embraces natsuo after he thought he almost died, how he embraced touya even if he thought he would die with him, how proud he is of shouto as a hero, and how thankful he is for fuyumi. he still remembers rei's favorite flowers and always has them sent for her. the problem is that it's all too late. too little, too late. but it's THERE and i find the writing incredible.

i just think that endeavour is such a brilliantly written character. not redeeming endeavour would've made him a cartoonishly evil character, and undermined the themes mha depicts. what makes a hero? what level of morality does someone need to have? if a man is a murderer, but ends up saving another in a heroic act, is he now a hero? redemption is never something people deserve. it is something they earn, and whether endeavour was truly redeemed was a personal decision, that only the people he abused could ever make.

the beautiful part of it all, was that every todoroki had a different response to it. because every single one of their responses were valid.

natsuo walked away and went no-contact. enji would never see his future daughter-in-law, or grandchild, or anyone from natsuo's family ever again. and that's something enji will forever have to live with.

rei stays by her husbands side. she chooses to forgive. if only because she feels guilty too.

fuyumi genuinely wants to reconnect her family, not just for enji's sake, but for her own. because she wants to cling to the only family she has.

shouto wants to establish his own identity away from his father, and become a hero in spite of what enji has done to him. because it's who he is.

and touya wants to burn it all down.

these are all very, very real responses to abuse and destructive family dynamics. and it was all beautifully written. keeping up with the todorokis is honestly some of the best family writing i've seen in shounen. its rare to have a full family written into the picture with such realistic and complex problems, that show their lives as a family not just from childhood, as almost all animes do, but how their dynamics shift and change as everyone in the family grows and moves on with their lives. families aren't just shed for narrative purposes like it's mostly written in manga and shounen. they stick with you almost your whole life. and endeavour is an important part of the tapestry created- "not redeeming" him is the same as throwing him out of the picture.

because endeavour is a realistic depiction of an abusive man. and i know from personal experience- abusers are not cartoonish monsters. they're real people with emotions like everybody else. and the harm they inflict on others always backfires on them- they'll feel it for the rest of their lives. and so does endeavour. he destroyed his own family, and he's not getting it back. he knows this. so he's not going to try and get all of them to love him again, he knows that would he pointless.

hence the atonement. he's going to be there from now on, however he can, because he knows that nothing he can ever do will fix his mistakes. he will never be at that dining table with his family.

anyway lol end of ramble i just think he's an amazing character and stories should explore more themes based around him and the todoroko family

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— your highness, my princess

The thrill of danger lingers in Childe’s veins more often than not. Bloodshed does not scare him. His blades have known him for almost a lifetime as he holds them dear day and night. He had once sworn to be used as a machine in battle, and he intends to keep it.

At the moment his blades swing against a wooden dummy as it holds on for dear life. From anyone watching his aggression is not something to be taken lightly. There’s blaze in his eyes, replaced by the lack of sparks. Sweat drips down from every direction of his body. But his stamina doesn’t break. He doesn’t stop. Because once he does, he’ll be back to reality.

A reality where he’s born to protect the crown and its heir.

To protect and serve someone that’s far from his grasp: you.

It haunts him, how his loyalty will forever be yours, but he can’t say the same for you. One day you’ll take up the crown, marry someone of the same status and have children of your own—all while he watches, so close yet so far.

So he swings. For every battle in the field. For every battle against himself to stop his heart from beating for you. For every time he forgets his place. For every time he lets go as only Ajax in your presence. For every time he wishes to be just a boy helplessly drowning in feelings he doesn’t deserve to have.

And for every time you visit him practicing privately in the early mornings.

“How long are you going to keep staring, your highness?” He was trained for this. He would know someone else’s presence, especially yours. It’s always you.

“How long are you going to keep practicing?” You cross your arms, borrowing his smile.

He can’t tell if his heart is beating rapidly from adrenaline or from the sweet smile of your face, “All day if that means I get to have your attention.”

“I didn’t see you this morning.”

“You’re incredibly needy, my princess”

“You’re aware of that.”

It’s bittersweet. How you can talk to each other acting like there’s no consequences. As if you’re walking in a limbo not caring if you fall. If only it was that easy. To cross the line. To push you off the edge so he can catch you and hold you in his arms like he does in his dreams.

He’d stay there for an eternity if he could have you.

“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head and reach up to his head with a cloth, swiping the drops of sweat from his forehead.

He closes his eyes and leans into the touch, “Did my princess miss me that much that she’d take her time to visit me in my quarters?”

“Aren’t you over-doing it?” You ask and he sees the evident concern form in your eyes.

He loves it. He loves your attention.

“You sound concerned, your highness. Do I take it you’re doubting my abilities?”

You shake your head, “It’s hard to find you around the palace. It’s as if you’re deliberately ignoring me.”

“Who would ever ignore the princess?” It almost sounds sarcastic, because maybe it is.

He has been avoiding you, rather he’s been ignoring his feelings and thoughts enveloping only you as he wakes. It’s hard to hold back when every silhouette he sees reminds him of you.

Then he sees a frown on your face. He hates that—that he’s the reason for your pain.

He clears his throat, “Would you like to go anywhere today, your highness?”

“I hate when you call me that.”

“It’s your title.”

“I’m your princess.”

“What difference would it make, your highness?” He’s riling you up the way you do to him as he inches closer to your face, until he can see the blush on your face down to your neck.

You stay there for a minute before you move away from him, “There’s a ball this evening.”

“Yes, I’ve heard. Anything you’d wish for me to do?”

“Don’t attend.”

He laughs but it’s an empty one, “One minute you’re looking for my attention and the next you’re pushing me away.”

“He’s going to be there.”

He flinches. He—the one you’re set to marry. At least that’s everyone’s expcrations, whether you pull through with it or not, only time will tell. He swears there’s an invisible knife twisting itself in his chest, agonizingly slow to make it more painful than it has to be.

“Why does that matter?” He asks and his eyes are burning brighter than before. He leans towards you once again, but this time it’s with purpose. Almost predatory. He’s backing you up in a corner until his arm stretches to the wall, trapping you in, “Why should I care about him?”

“Ajax.” You whisper, staring into his eyes as if you’re not fazed by his sudden action. Perhaps you’ve wanted this, and that thought excites him.

He tilts your neck upwards and his fingers rest there, tracing your jaw, “Why can’t I be there?”

He leaves his hand on your jaw and focuses on removing the strands of hair covering your neck line to get a better view—a part of him wants to dig into it, to claim it and tell the whole world that you’re reserved for him, “Are you afraid, your highness?”

He traces your body—his touch is hot and desperate as he snakes his hands along your waist and on your back, playing with the short ribbon holding your dress together as he loosens it slightly, “Will you let him touch you like this?”

You lean into him, hoping to feel his lips, but his only hovers above yours, “What would you do if I did?”

He chuckles, dangerously low. His hands lowered down your body, passing your dress, now caressing your legs in ways you enjoy—in ways he’s memorized before, “I’d kill him.”

You put your hands against his cheeks, “You’re killing me too.”

“Is that true, your highness?” His hands rest at the back of your thigh, lifting one leg up as he leans in, nipping at your ear. You gasp at his hot breath.

“Will you let him get this close too?” His attention moves to your neck. You tilt your head so he can have access to it, as he trails wet kisses along the side.

You wrap your arms around his neck as your fingers weave through his soft hair.

“You’re not giving me an answer,” His voice is hoarse.

“You’re not giving me a chance to answer.”

“If I didn’t, my lips would be on yours the whole time.”

“Why isn’t it?”

“Impatient and needy. What would the people say if they found out the princess acts like this in private?”

You intertwine your hand with his and places it on top of your chest, so he can feel the rapid pace of your heart rising up and down, “You won’t let them see.”

“Don’t be so confident,” He moves up to your jaw.

“I didn’t take you to be someone who shared.”

His lips continued to hover yours. For a minute it feels like time surrendered their hands for the two of you, lending you a moment of peace in each other’s arms where birth given titles are replaced with vows of love.

This, out of all the life-threatening battles he has experienced has to be the most difficult fight he doesn’t think he can survive. But if it’s you holding the blade, if it’s you twisting the knife, then he’ll die happily.

If it means he can hold you like this. Touch you in ways another cannot.

“You’re right, I’m not.” He replies after the prolonged silence.

Then his lips are on yours, finally giving in to his urges. It starts off slow and patient, opposite of what he is. Then he wills your mouth open. He holds onto the back of your neck like a lifeline, pulling you closer each time you gasp for breath. It feels like hours passed, before you broke off the kiss, and he appears as if he’s desperate for more.

“You’re killing me, my princess.”

“Guess we’re even. Shall we continue in my chambers?” You say accompanied by a sweet smile and an innocent flutter of your eyes as you pull him closer, arms around his neck.

And who is he to refuse.

After all, you’re his princess, and he’s your knight—lawfully and willfully worshipping the cathedral of your chest, treasuring the heart that also keeps his beating.

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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A bad photoshop will always be funnier than an AI image no matter what

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Can you peel an orange for me? 🍊

synopsis: would your friend/lover peel an orange for you? Or pull some other stunts? Stay tuned and find out!!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 everyone (+ dottore/panatole) except the kids & aloy

♡ mainly fluff, some characters may be OOC! can be seen as romantic/platonic!

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author's note: kms, bro what was I writing. you may notice some are longer and some are shorter, I just want to defend that NO favouritism was played in this and it was purely on what ideas I had ON THE SPOT!!! Say thank you to my wife (for dottore), and thank you to @/mixed kester, @/harmonysanreads, @/pranabefall and @/jessamine-rose for the idea for xianyun, thank you to @/naraven for kinich. I love them all and I'm not worthy to be in their presence 😔💜

Background: チャイ @ alphacoders

Raiden: Slashes the orange with katana, accidentally cutting through the floor, you had to call a carpenter that day.

Kaveh: puts away his paper and pens, and is quite enthusiastic about peeling the orange because he likes the feeling of you depending on him even for menial tasks.

Alhaitham: would NOT be willing to put down the book in his hands, would NOT peel, questions your physical abilities and intellect.

Tighnari: Stops writing notes on his little poisonous plants and gives you the side eye but still peels and tries to ask if anything is wrong.

Cyno: deadpanned look, no emotion presented. But he takes the orange and starts peeling it, and makes jokes at the same time, and you're not one to miss out laughing in glee just to see his expression brighten up.

Zhongli: He widens his eyes a bit, this is the first time anyone has asked him to peel an orange. He was one of the strongest archons after all, who would dare to delegate or ask him of such a menial task? With inquiring eyes, he takes off his gloves to take the orange and would smile while peeling it, hands you back the orange, and proceeds to ask, “Is anything up, my dear?”

Childe: Eager, like a puppy. “Why of course comrade!!” Enthusiastically peels for you and feeds you as well, definitely does, “Here comes the airplane! Aaaaaaaa.” And you just stared at him.

Neuvillette: He would be confused but he has the spirit and would try to peel the orange for you! Has never peeled an orange before and it ends up looking messy and he gets embarrassed and starts practicing peeling oranges just in case…

Wriothesley: Confusion turns to amusement because he knows something is definitely up, but peels the orange for you anyway, ruffles up your hair and tries to interrogate you playfully.

Ayato: Tries to peel, fails miserably, orange looks mangled, he throws it away and orders Thoma to bring in freshly peeled ones. At least you tried, Ayato.

Ayaka: Like Ayato, has NO experience whatsoever, but at least she peeled better than his sorry ass. Blushes and feels cute afterwards though doing such a domestic(??) activity.

Thoma: More than happy to assist you! He peels the orange and even arranges it into a flower on a plate so it looks all pretty. You felt burdened to eat the pretty orange display, but facing his eager sparkling eyes, you quickly chomp everything down.

Pantalone: No. Time is money. And capitalism conquers all. Calls in a fatui agent to bring freshly peeled expensive oranges.

Dottore: He takes the orange and you widen your eyes in disbelief, has your efforts finally reformed him?? Has he changed? Has someone possess- BOOM! No, he tried using one of his tools to peel the orange, and the juice accidentally got into it and it exploded. Now you and Dottore are covered in black soot and your hair is sticking out all over the place! At least for the first time, both of you are wearing couple matching outfits <3

Capitano: You decided to disturb him during his sparring session with his soldiers, but he didn't mind. Abiding by your simple request and silently takes the orange from you to peel it oh so gently, before placing the nicely peeled orange in your palms.

Scaramouche/Wanderer: Denial is a river in Egypt, gives you the stink eye, you stare at him longer, he sighs and gives in. He holds out his hand and looks away, all flustered. Hands you back some shitty peeled oranges. He tried his best, you like it and you gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward.

Kazuha: ✨ Why of course, my muse ✨ peels the orange and even offers to feed you, proceeds to write a poem on him feeding you oranges, reads it aloud and you start to feel regret for your actions.

Dainsleif: he's confused, why are YOU asking him to peel an orange for you? Are you having some kind of pain that's hindering you from peeling an orange? He peels it anyway, not before checking the condition of your hand mobility.

Diluc: He was busy doing paperwork, but he nods, takes off his glasses, gestures for you to come closer, takes the orange from you, peels it and passes it back to you. You lounge in his office after that, peeling oranges for you to feed him.

Kaeya: “Why, if you want my attention, just say so!* ✨ peels the orange gracefully that you suspect he was a swan with how much elegance he was giving off doing such an activity. He proceeds to have you sit down on his lap and hand feeds you afterwards.

Itto: AH↗️HA↘️HA↗️HA↘️HA↗️HA↘️HA!Asking him? The bevelont oh so amazing Arataki ITTO! Glad to be of service. Peels the orange a bit too enthusiastically, the orange peels flies everywhere, eats HALF of your orange TOO dawg 😭😭

Xianyun: peels it once and she builds a machine afterwards, named the orange peelinator to help you peel for your future oranges.

Lyney: takes your orange, peels it, only to play party tricks with the orange by making it disappear, or teasing you with it like a Turkish vendor selling ice cream. Safe to say, you lunged at him like a rabid dog.

Lynette: Was snacking on something, turns to look at you and quickly takes the orange to peel it and hand it back to you so she can resume eating.

Freminet: looks honoured to peel an orange for you 😭 carefully and delicately peels it and even takes a slice to try to feed his penguin, Pers.

Baizhu: *cough* *cough* Changsha gives you the death stare. Asking a feeble doctor to peel an orange for you? Don't you have hands? Baizhu quickly pats her head down to shut her down, wipes his hands and takes the orange from you to peel it. You felt guilty afterwards and appeared later in the afternoon with a plate of sliced fruits good for his health.

Albedo: He peeled the orange in the midst of conducting an experiment and your peeled orange got cross contamination so you sadly turned into a mint green plant for the rest of the day. Albedo put you in a little pot and watered you. Thankfully you turned back.

Arlecchino: She's a father and has masterful orange peeling skills, you blink and suddenly the oranges are all peeled and sliced in your hands.

Chasca: Gives up and proceeds to blast the orange into pieces with her gun without a second thought, only to realise what she has done, apologises, and takes you to a fruit vendor, bargains and you end up with a basket of oranges at a cheap price.

Chiori: Huh?? Peel oranges for you??? Don't you have hands… Fine, give it here. Peels it nicely and gives it back.

Citali: No, she's too busy indulging in her light novels. YOU'LL have to feed her instead lest she goes hungry from binge-reading. You also found out beer and oranges were an interesting taste combo.

Clorinde: With a serious expression, she peels it seriously and hands the peeled orange to you with a serious… proud look. You praised her and you could see a sparkle lit up in her eye. She now takes the fruits in your hands to peel them for you even if you don't ask for it.

Dehya: Laughs boisterously and peels it for you, takes some for herself and feeds you them as well. Note mentally to buy oranges for you to eat in the future.

Emilie: Peels the orange with a gentle smile, you got it back but your oranges taste… somewhat alcoholic somehow… like she was handling her perfumes…

Eula: She crosses her arms and hmphs at first, wondering why you couldn't accomplish a simple task, but the moment she saw a downtrodden look on your face. She immediately becomes flustered, takes the orange and hurriedly peels it, feeds and failingly coaxes you. She always peels your fruits afterwards without question now.

Furina: Reluctant to do it, but she couldn't reject you straight up so she puts up a whole AHHH acting performance on why she doesn't feel like peeling an orange, only to give in and peel it when you bribed to take her out to that latest cafe.

Ganyu: She's sleep-deprived and overworked and you still make her peel an orange? What a monster! Jokes aside, she's more than happy to peel an orange for you sleepingly, even munches on it afterwards, only to realise it, abruptly woke up with an expression of horror and apologies to you for stealing your orange. You reassured her it was totally fine and dandy but still had to wrestle with her later on to let YOU peel the oranges.

Hu Tao: “Oya?” A blink of confusion but she cheerfully peels it, not minding one bit whatsoever! Steals a slice later when you're not looking and jokingly tries to feed her little ghost.

Jean: Overworked no.2 but she's used to Klee’s antics and requests so honestly, peeling an orange was no trouble to her at all and it gave her a little break from work.

Keqing: Overworked no.3, she gives you a silent stare but doesn't say anything and simply peels it. “I want golden shrimp balls after work.” She requests. You giggled, “Alright, love.”

Kinich: About to have a romantic moment with him only to have Ajaw ruining the moment going, “YOU DARE ASK THE CARETAKER OF THE ALMIGHTY DRAGON LORD PEEL AN ORANGE FOR YOU? SCRAM, YOU PEASANT!” Needless to say, Ajaw was locked away for 3 days.

Kokomi: Overworked no.4, buried under papers, her only solace could honestly have been you coming over to ask her to peel an orange. She simply lounges on you afterwards like a fish after peeling the orange, falling asleep in your lap.

Mavuika: Smiles brightly and peels the orange, reminiscing and talks to you about her family and friends from the past, saying how peeling the orange made her remember how everyone used to come to her for help with menial and small tasks. You simply kept quiet and watched her joyfully.

Mona: Mona, the great Megistus, has simply no time to peel an orange for yo- What? You're offering mora? Why, consider it done! Peels the orange with little hydro tricks. I don't think that's how you're supposed to use your gifted powers for, Mona…

Mualani: Yahoo! Let's eat oranges together, she says. Well, that was what she declared at first. Peels it for you and feeds you a slice, her eyes sparkle and she asks you where you got such a wonderful tasty orange from! You name the Vendor and she immediately rushes over to buy out their whole stock to share it with the rest of the clan. Well, it looks like you secured the bright future of a vendor.

Navia: Plans a whole orange themed tea party with her friends instead. Sipping orange juice in a teacup, eating orange flavoured and coloured desserts, on the orange patterned napkin, under the orange patterned umbrella… “I HAD ENOUGH OF ORANGES!” Furina flips out.

Nilou: You brought oranges during her dance practice, and she was more than happy to peel an orange for you and feed you. She was even happier to see you there, to be honest. Shares the oranges with her colleagues.

Shenhe: Stabs it with a spear and hands you a pierced orange. Well, the spirit is there, the effort is there. It's good enough, you silently thought as you took the orange with a big hole in it.

Venti: “Oh?~ What's this? Some sort of test?” Oh wow, he's sharp. With nothing to hide, you nodded. He laughs and peels an orange for you and feeds you and himself. He proceeds to send a strong gust of wind to an orange tree later in order to knock off all the oranges and eat with you later.

Mika: “Hm? Oh!” Doesn't get it because why are you handing an orange to him?? But you asked if he can peel the orange for you. Gets the job done really fast. No questions asked because it's just easier to not rack his brain to know what or why you did. Peels the orange swiftly, and gives it back to you.

Xiao: Even coaxing with almond tofu didn't work! Only when he saw you sulking, he furrowed his eyebrows, snatches the orange, quickly peels it and hands it back to you. He relaxed once he sees your expression fade into one of glee and satisfaction. “Hmph.”

Xilonen: No 😔 She's busy snoozing away up in her little tree and nothing could wake her or pull her away from her peaceful nap. You signed defeatingly and just rested at the foot of her tree, the orange left forgotten, some bird later snatched it while you were asleep. Screw you, bird.

Yae Miko: Yea no, tough luck. She asks a priest maiden to peel it for you instead, and hands you the orange with a smug expression like she peeled it herself.

Yelan: With how elusive her work was, it was tough to find her during the day, and you could only give up your pursuit. You woke up from a nap later in your shared home, and on the table were some peeled oranges. It seemed like she heard from others you were wandering around looking for her with an orange in your hand.

Yoimiya: Mistaken your intention when you handed the orange without IMMEDIATELY (that was your first mistake) stating your purpose and proceeded to STICK the orange in a firework and launch it into the air. 😭 You weep for your orange but no worries, she apologised and gave you a brand new one!

Bennett: Somehow he tripped and fell while peeling the orange and it landed in a ditch. You tried to give him another orange but when he peeled it, there was suddenly mold in the orange! You gave him another orange and suddenly, a boar knocked into him, chopping the orange out from his hand and scampering away on its four little feet. Well, you fed an embarrassed Bennett a sliced orange, it's alright really. He did and tried his best and that was all it mattered.

Razor: He ate your whole orange in one bite. 👍

Lisa: Honestly, she didn't do it and only took you out to have lunch with her. She didn't wanna get her gloves dirty 😔 She fed you later with a slice of cake and batted her pretty eyes at you so it's all forgiven.

Gaming: “Oh hell yeah!! Let's make orange flavoured char siu!!” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!!” You screamed in horror.

Amber: Uses your orange as a target practice 😭 Your orange perfectly split into pieces when she shot a bullseye so… all’s well that ends well…?

Barbara: Smiles brightly and peels diligently, passing you a normally peeled orange, seeing the bright smile on your face brought a feeling of happiness in her.

Ningguang: Gets a servant to peel it for you instead. And then decides to buy better oranges later on because the orange you got her honestly…doesn't taste that good.. but she won't tell you that.

Beidou: Peels it only to dip the orange into beer and you have a pained expression on your face. Which thought in your brain thought it was a good idea to hand her an orange while she was drinking??

Lianyu: She doesn't get it at first till you ask her to peel an orange for you. Is this some custom or tradition she doesn't know? Nevertheless, she does it and hands you a nice peeled orange, the slices forming a flower.

Candace: Puts down her shield to peel the orange for you, and gives you a nicely peeled orange! Though she asked if you had any more oranges so she could peel them and hand them out to some of the elderly and kids. You felt a bit jealous but kept it to yourself as you nodded. Her expression was bright as she smiled gently, letting out a small chuckle, “Don't worry dear, I'll cook you a meal just for you later.”

Charlotte: No time to peel! She's busy catching headlines and you have trouble catching up with her. She's always in one place and another. You almost caught up to her in the wild, only for her to get jumpscares by you and freeze your orange with her camera shutter and it fell to the ground. You look at it with frustrated tears in the corner of your eyes and suddenly wail, sending Charlotte into panic as she hurriedly picks up the orange, peels it and tries to feed you while reassuring and apologising to you. “Oh, stop crying! Here, here, I peeled the orange for you!”

Chevresue: Thankfully, Chevresue is a certified food connossieur and doesn't try to shoot your orange with a gun.. (*cough* Chasca *cough*) and peels it like a normal person, taking a few slices to munch on for herself.

Chongyun: A GHOST KEEPS STEALING THE ORANGES BEFORE YOU COULD GIVE IT TO HIM. 😭😭 Do they hold some grudges against Chongyun peeling oranges for you?! In fact, one ghost does. It's just your bad luck you caught the attention of some thief-stealing ghost. Don't worry though, you complained to Chongyun and with the biggest determined expression you've ever seen, he hunted down that ghost (somehow?? Did someone help him?) with gusto and found your hidden oranges! Looks like his yin-yang composition is useful after all!

Xiangling: Takes your orange and whips up a dish for you, and suddenly you're sitting in front of Wangmin restaurant sitting across from Xiangling and several plates of food on the table, including your orange.

Collei: “Peel an orange? Okay!” She takes the oranges to peel it for you and hands it back and gets back to her business.

Faruzan: Blah blah blah, respect your elders! Or something along the line… Her endless nagging ended up with you peeling the oranges instead for her…

Fischl: *long text* “I believe my lady is more than delighted to peel an orange for you.” 🐦‍⬛Thank you, Oz. And you hand her the orange and she peels it elegantly too and arranges it to look like Oz, somewhat.

Gorou: Eagerly ontake the orange peeling duty! He finds it fun and stress-relieving and you guys slowly walk along the beach with multiple peeled oranges in your hands and another orange in his hands getting peeled.

Heizou: He figured out the orange peel theory before you could even open your mouth, laughing as he takes the orange from you to peel it, feeding you a slice and walks away before turning his head to wink at you with an orange slice between his teeth.

Kirara: It's a lucky thing her hands aren't paws or it would have been an awkward moment. But like Charlotte, she's constantly on the run for her deliveries, so you can only wait for her to finish her work to ask her to peel an orange. You sit on the stairs, watching the sunset. Suddenly you hear a mrah, and you turn to see Kirara plopping down to sit next to you, her smile glistening under the sun, “Delivery is all done! One of my customers gave me an orange! Want it?” You look at the orange in her hands, quickly hiding your orange and grinning, “Yea! Can you peel it for me?” “Sure!”

Xingqiu: He gives you a 🙂 and takes the challenge to peel an orange for you. He struggles at first, wondering how to even peel the skin off when it’s so thick. In the end, you had to assist him and teach him how to peel the orange. By the end of it, it's you with an exhausted expression and him with a bright, fulfillingly one as he holds the peeled orange in both of his hands like it's some relic, looking at it with a hint of proudness and joy.

Kuki: Used and tired of Itto's unpredictable behaviour and tactics, without a second glance, she peels the orange at the speed of light before handing it to you. Of course, not before taking a slice of herself, allowing you to see the rare occurrence of her taking off her mask to consume the orange. You stare at her blankly, thankful that your ears were hidden behind your hair as you were sure they were bright red.

Layla: She's too tired and incoherent to peel it for you in the morning, so you have to wait at night and have her other persona energetically peel it for you, and then proceed to conduct a thorough research and history of oranges even though agricultural isn't exactly what she's studying…

Noelle: There's two ways this can do, she peels the oranges like a normal person, or uses her Claymore to perform some archon-defying action and thinly slices the orange into pieces with her blunt blade. And guess which way it went? That's right!! The second way!! She wanted to impress and show off to you, and now you're left in disbelief. 😪

Rosaria: Peel an orange? Can't you peel it yourself? You have two functioning hands. Needless to say, she doesn't peel the orange for you because she thinks you're fully capable of doing it yourself, RIP.

Ororon: Boy is so happy to peel oranges for you, he even steals the seeds of the oranges so he can plant them in his backyard and grow oranges for you to eat like his other vegetables. Looks like you have a farmer boyfriend for life.

Kujou Sara: Gives you that stern look and she almost scares you till too remember it's her default expression. She's just wondering why you turned up at your workplace with an orange in your hands. You asked if she could peel an orange for you, and she gives you a strange look and signals the guards to look away before taking the orange and slowly peeling it, her eyebrows furrowing. She struggles a bit but manages to give you back a successful peeled orange!

Sethos: Raises an eyebrow at your request and stares at you while peeling it waiting for you to tell him your intentions. Pressured under his stare, you spilled it out and he looks at you with an expression of disbelief, sighs and gives you the orange all peeled. “There you go, come to me if you want any other fruits peeled for my proof of love for you.”

Sucrose: Disappears with your orange and appears magically with now modified orange that's more sweet and less sour. You silently peel it yourself to eat it because really, she did allat… You couldn't let her peel it. You also fed her the orange and her ears fluttered(?) a bit up and down, as she cupped her cheeks happily.

Xinyan: “Peeling an orange? Sure!” No questions asked person and peels an orange for you, albeit a little unneat but it's the thought that counts! You happily eat the orange.

Yanfei: You scared her while she was reading a client's case and she shot a flame beam at your orange, disintegrating it. You look at the ashes in your hands and you look up to see her guilty expression. “It's my fault, don’t worry about it.” It really is on you for deciding to walk up to her from behind quietly. “Sorry, I'll buy you a whole crate of oranges on the way home.” You laugh, “Alright, I'll accept your offer. Just peel some oranges for me, okay?” Yanfei nodded, albeit confused at such a request but you didn't elaborate.

Yun Jin: You waited patiently for Yun Jin to finish her opera performance, swinging your legs, you hummed along with Yun Jin’s performance. You finally near the applause from the audience and you excitedly hop off your chair. Yun Jin enters backstage, a smile appearing on her face as she spots you. She walks over to you, “Thanks for waiting for me!” You were about to assure her it was no trouble at all, before you remembered the orange. “Yun Jin!” You call her name. She tilts her name in response. You hold up the orange in your hand, “Peel an orange for me please?” She blinks and nods, “Okay.” She takes the orange in your hands and peels it delicately. “Here you go. Isn't my proof of love delicious?” She laughs softly, the sunlight embracing her softly.

Indeed, isn't the taste of love delicious?

Never writing for almost everyone ever again, this almost took me out.

[tiredslepz]

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idk was eating ice cream n thought of this

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“do you want a bite?”

you scowl. percy had left the bed five minutes ago and had returned with a bowl of ice cream for only himself. “fuck you.”

he laughs to your dismay. “been there, done that.”

you sigh angrily and roll over onto your tummy, your face digging into the pillow. you can barely breathe but it’s possibly better then responding to your boyfriend’s crude response.

percy removes his hand from the bowl, letting it rest on his chest, and using that hand to rub the skin of your back to soothe you from your frustration. but his hand is cold and it does not soothe you.

“percy!” you roll back over, facing him. “your hand is freezing!”

his brows furrow. “I was trying to be comforting.”

“think, perseus, think!” you aggressively tap his forehead.

he takes your finger and kisses the pad of it, then leaving it to rest on his chest as he takes the bowl back. he takes a spoonful of ice cream and hands it out to you.

“open up, sweet girl.”

you want the ice cream, you do. you open your mouth and he slips the spoon inside, allowing you to take the ice cream off from it before sliding it back out and continuing to eat it himself.

you sigh, contently this time, and rest your cheek on his bare shoulder. he’s warm, you savor it, and take an inhale of his scent.

he scrapes the bowl of any remaining ice cream, eating it swiftly and placing it on the bedside table, his full attention turned back to you now. he tucks a hair falling before your eyes behind your ear.

“happy now?”

“I was never anything but.”

percy smirks. “sorry, shakespeare, guess I got my signals mixed.”

you pinch his arm. he doesn’t react. you sit up and take the blankets with you.

“where’re you going?”

“too hot laying like that.” you slide the blankets off your shoulders, tucking them underneath to still remain modest with a cover of your chest.

“well, you’ve had the fireplace going for two hours what do you expect? a miracle?”

you throw your arms up dramatically. “I don’t know! kinda!”

“that’s cute, sweet girl, that’s real cute.”

the unamused look he’s met with his not pleasant. he slept on the couch that night.

[tiredslepz]

Oh god it’s the same lesson again in a different form

[tiredslepz]

jason todd being a crier is important to me somewhere fundamental right up between my heart and my lungs.