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generalsmemories · 11 months

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How do I tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion?

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ summary: during one autumn afternoon you're suddenly faced with another one of your husband's impulsive purchases. only that this time it's a living being.

✧ content: established relationship, fluff, humor, might be a bit ooc

✧ a/n: hello there hsr fandom! i have unfortunately lost the battle against myself on making another sideblog for jing yuan, the man who has singlehandedly occupied my mind since his first appearance in the beta. i do hope that this will actually appear in the tags, but every infomation you would need if you want to request something is all up on the blog if you so wish! i hope we can have a pleasant time together !!

also this is not beta-read, we die like how fast my resolve to not create a jing yuan blog died.

Being the spouse of the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu comes with it's share of benefits and disadvantages. For one you're regarded at a higher position than most of it's citizens, often being stopped on the side of the road when taking a walk to exchange numerous pleasantries with merchants from outside of Xianzhou, various store owners or cloud knights on duty.

Another factor is shouldering the burden your husband has on his shoulder, an oath you had taken yourself the day you accepted Jing Yuan's nth proposal. You considered that a fair trade with his vast knowledge and insight into a possible future and doing everything behind the scene to avoid colliding headfirst into said problem. A feat that attracted you towards the general in the first place, minus his dashing looks of course.

The biggest disadvantage of publicly announcing that you were indeed the Arbiter-General's significant other was doing everything within your power to not throw your husband's famous title away for a newer, more terrible one. (more utc!)

Because as you see him walking up the steps of the Seat of Divine Foresight, your gaze is not locked with your husband's smiling face, rather it's fixated on the small being he has cradled in his arms. The soft smile you had quickly spreading into a more nervous and confused smile as you glance over at Qingzu, the counselor looking at you with just as much confusion.

How in the world did you manage to leave him alone out in the market area for an hour and he comes back with a lion cub?

"[Name], darling! Look at this grimalkin that a merchant had!"

A what now?

"... A grimalkin, you say?" Every book that has recorded history had specified that the grimalkin species had gone extinct, and you were well aware that your husband knew this fact. And yet here you were, faced with his smile directed down towards what you can clearly tell is a lion cub, his thumb pressing down at its paws affectionately.

You're starting to think that Yanqing's impulsive purchases with his sword collection aligns with your own husband's impulsiveness.

Coughing loudly into your hand, you take a deep breath before descending down the stairs to be on the same level as Jing Yuan, peering down onto the cub's face. It was indeed cute, and judging by how enamored Jing Yuan is, you can clearly tell that it's small stature is what attracted him to it in the first place.

Oh he's going to be crushed when it grows up, "It's adorable, Jing Yuan," you settle on saying, waving a finger over the lion's grimalkin face, the animal lifting its paws to try to grab it. You shoot a look towards Qingzu, a silent command for her to look into which outer merchant was now scamming people into buying literal lions. The counselor quickly excusing herself to look into the matter immediately, Jing Yuan only giving her a smile and a wave of his hand as she scurries down the stairs.

"Right? I decided to name it Mimi," he muses, and your heart breaks a tiny bit for him, but there are more pressing matters at hand than the fact that your husband once again got scammed because he was most likely bored out of his mind.

You would rather that the Xianzhou citizens know him as "The Dozing General" instead of the general that gets scammed a few times too many. How does one even go on about trying to tell their husband that the grimalkin in his arms is actually a lion?

"A fitting name indeed," you mutter, raising a hand to caress Jing Yuan's cheek, a simple gesture to make the general direct his attention to you. However, you could still see that his guard was slightly up with you. You only chuckle at that, leaning in to slide your lips over his own, Jing Yuan wasting no time to press back.

Another well hidden secret reserved for the walls of the Divine Foresight is the fact your husband is incredibly weak for his own spouse.

"... Want to tell me how much you paid for Mimi, dear?" you ask in a whisper when your lips part, thumb caressing over the mole under his eye.

Jing Yuan merely smiles, twisting his head to press his lips against your hand instead, "It was from my personal wallet, dear. Please don't fret over the small details."

"Darling, I hope you're aware that the small details would be the necessary funding for accomodation, toys and food, right?" you say with a chuckle, your husband freezing with his ministrations upon remembering that fact.

Oh well, you want to see how long it takes before your husband comes to realization that it's a lion. You just have to be extra vigilant towards the numerous fundings in the meantime.

While scrolling through your schedule for the next morning, your phone dings with a message from Qingzu. You quickly look down at Mimi whose resting on your belly and then at Jing Yuan whose sleeping self is still snoring away by your shoulder before letting out a small sigh in relief that the loud noise didn't awake any of them.

Qingzu:

Do I even have a say in this?

Was the message sent by Qingzu, attatched to it is a picture taken of what you can only presume is one of Jing Yuan's "diaries". The contents of it making you let out a low laugh, the shaking making said man beside you grumble before pressing his face into your neck.

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"Eventually, I paid hefty sum for the grimalkin, named it "Mimi", and took it home. Only that I'm too busy with official business and have little time to take care of Mimi. After thinking it over, chores like feeding it and changing its water should also be entrusted to Qingzu. I do wonder why [Name] looked so distraught when they first saw Mimi though. Maybe they didn't think I would favor the petite and small animals instead of the usual large and strong ones?"

[Name]:

So Qingzu, do you have an idea what the easiest way to tell someone they got scammed is?

Qingzu:

That is the role of the spouse, not the counselor.

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 5 months

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Plushie Shenanigans | Neuivillette x male reader

Characters: Neuivillette

Summary: You got an otter plushie but your boyfriend seems to be harboring resentment for it

Warnings: Neuvillette being jealous

a/n: This idea came to me when I found a character. ai of neuvillette and the prompt was you bought a otter plushie. Heres the link.

You had brought home an otter plush home one day, in your shared home with The Chief Justice himself. You walked through the doors of your home with a big smile on your face. Your impulse buy had brought you great joy, and this did not go unnoticed. Neuvillette had seen you walk through the door, expecting you to notice that he was home early.

You, however, just went straight to the shared bedroom and cuddled the otter plush close. You tossed and turned a bit, feeling so content in the moment. Neuvillette had walked slowly into the room, seeing you cuddling the plush. His eyebrows raised, seemingly intrigued by the scene that had played out in front of him. He coughed softly, trying to get your attention.

You had stopped tossing and rolling around on the bed as you messed up the sheets. His voice had caused your focus to be pulled to him. He smiled softly at you as his eyes glanced down to the otter plush that was held tight in your grasps. He walked closer to you to get a better look.

“What do you have there, my dear?”

You looked up at him with a big, bright smile. You pulled the otter plush in front of him to showcase it. He was confused as to why you would buy such a thing. He couldn’t help but lightly blush at how excited you look. He didn’t understand how such a simple plush could bring so much energy out of you.

“An otter plushie!”

After a few weeks of your attention being solely on the plush, Fontaine’s skies had been more gray and full of rain. You didn’t notice this change, being so focused on your plushie. Neuvillette had had it with you, however, not liking that this otter plush was eating up so much of your time. His jealousy for the plush grew ever second he saw you with it. So he had faced you in the living room, as you guarded the plush away from his grasps.

“My dear, please hand me the plush.”

You shook your head in defiance of his order. His voice was very demanding, and it was odd to hear it. He was never like this, so you didn’t understand why he wanted your plush. But instead of asking why he wanted it, you only protested. His eyes filled with jealousy as he heard your soft voice.

“Noo, he’s my son and I love him! I named him, too.”

As you called the plushie your son, it deeply confused Neuvillette. How could a plush be your child? And you naming it intrigued him more. He got closer to you, wanting you to just hold him instead of the plushy in your hands. You backed away instinctively.

“You’re son?”

You nodded and Neuvillette’s question. He just couldn’t bring himself to understand why you would feel such a paternal connection with a plush that couldn’t give you affection back. The storm outside got worse as his sadness got worse. He only wanted you to hug him, to discard the plush and give him your touch and love to him.

“Yes, my son and his name is Neuvi Jr.”

He stopped in his tracks. More confusion had made itself present as his face wrinkled ever so slightly. Why did you give it a name like him? His only conclusion was to replace him. His hands dropped to his side as he shuddered a breath out of his lips.

You looked at him confused, not knowing what his body language meant. You slowly walked up to him with the otter plush still in your arms. His eyes were fixated on the plush, trying his best to burn it with his gaze. You held it out in front of Neuvillette as its black, beaded eyes stared into his. He looked behind the plush to meet your gaze.

“What are you doing?”

He was trying so hard to choke back tears. You only gave him a soft smile, holding the plush expectantly. You urged him to hold it, and he gently took it from your hands. He gently touched your skin, needing to feel it again, as he now was holding the plush. He stared at it, not sure what to do with it.

“I named it Neuvi Jr. because it looks like you! And sometimes I get lonely when you’re out doing trials all day, so I thought that maybe this would help the lonely feeling.”

Neuvillette didn’t expect that to be your answer, or for you to respond like that at all. He felt bad for leaving you alone all day, but he needed to work. He still stared at the plush as something changed within him. He quickly became attached to it, and he walked up to you.

He brought his body close, his hands still on the plush. He wanted you to wrap your arms around him as his were busy gently holding the plush. You giggled at his now new attachment to the plush he was just angry with a bit ago. You gently wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. The rain had stopped as Neuvillette finally got the hug he desperately needed from you.

“So you weren’t trying to replace me?”

You gave him a baffled look. How could he have thought of such a thing? It made you feel so sorrowful when you realize what had been going on. You hugged him tighter as you buried your face in his chest. He blushed, feeling you get so close after so long of being touch starved. Your voice was soft, a melody he needed on repeat.

“What? Of course not! You’re the only Neuvillette, nothing could replace you!”

Comfortable silence enveloped the both of you. He needed this, especially after the long period of neglect from you. His grip was still on the plushie, but his face nuzzled into your arms, and you held him close. He wanted nothing to break this moment. You giggled, feeling his soft cheek rub against your arm.

“Can I have my plush back?”

He looked down at you with such seriousness in his eyes. Your arms were still entwined on his neck. He smiled softly at you, and you knew what this meant. He brought his lips to your ears as he whispered ever so softly. His soft disagreement came.

“No, it’s mine now.”

So you had to go and get a new one, as Neuvillette kept Neuvi Jr. in his office. He finally understood why you bought it, because when he glanced at the otter plush sitting on the couch, his mind went to you immediately. He got done with work a lot faster too, not wanting to leave you alone anymore, knowing how lonely you got. He made exceptions for the new plush you got, as long as he got the needed attention from you and the reassurance that he was enough for you. Your new plush would often find its way into some of your cuddle sessions, however.

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deliciousangelfestival · 4 months

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Glad You Broke Up || Bucky Barnes - Chp 2

Character: Bucky × Reader

Summary: On New Year's Eve, Y/N, dealing with a recent breakup, finds herself in an unexpected situation.

Warning: Smuts, there's a s*x scene. Minors do not enter.

Chapters: Chap 1, Chapt 2 , Chap 3 , Chapt 4 , -

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As Y/N's memory of the previous night flooded back, she couldn't shake the realization that she had sought solace in the arms of Bucky.

Conflicted emotions tugged at her heart, questioning the blurred lines between a momentary escape and a genuine connection.

As Bucky stirred, his eyes met hers with a sleepy yet inviting gaze. His low and seductive voice resonated in the room as he called her name sweetly, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Morning," Bucky said, his lips curving into a charming smile as he propped himself on one elbow. The warmth of his presence wrapped around her, creating a cocoon of intimacy.

Y/N, feeling a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, murmured an apology. "I can't believe I let last night happen, Bucky. I'm sorry."

As Bucky leaned in, his lips brushed against hers in a tender kiss. The softness and warmth of the gesture took Y/N by surprise, momentarily distracting her from the whirlwind of emotions within.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky spoke softly, his breath caressing her lips.

Bucky brushed off her apology with a gentle laugh. "No need to apologize, Y/N. Besides, you're not using me; we found comfort in each other's company."

The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on their entwined figures. Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the vulnerability and sincerity in Bucky's expression.

Y/N's phone pierced through the quiet morning with its insistent ringtone.

'Ring'

She fumbled to retrieve it from the bedside table, her heart racing as the familiar sound returned memories from the night before.

On New Year's Eve

Y/N's hands trembled as she unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, the bitterness of the liquid serving as a temporary escape from the bitter break-up.

Just as she raised the bottle to her lips, Bucky's hand gently but firmly intercepted her, preventing the impulsive action. His touch was both a physical barrier and a silent plea for her to reconsider.

"Y/N, drinking won't solve anything," Bucky said with a calm yet concerned tone, his eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and worry.

"I thought today finally happened," Y/N confessed, her voice laced with sadness and frustration.

Bucky, his fingers gently tracing comforting circles on her back, looked down at her with a furrowed brow. "What were you hoping for today?"

Y/N, under the influence of alcohol and the raw emotions of the night, became disarmingly honest. "I was prepared to have sex with my ex," she admitted her words carrying a mixture of vulnerability and openness.

Her fingers fumbled with the collar of her dress, and she pulled it down, revealing the intricate lingerie she had chosen for the occasion. "Look, I spent hours buying this lingerie," she confessed, the sheer fabric accentuating the curves of her body.

Bucky, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation and the alluring display before him, let out a cough, a subtle attempt to regain his composure.

In response, he wrapped Y/N's body with his leather suit, a protective gesture that sought to shield her from the raw intensity of the moment.

"Alright, let's get you home," Bucky suggested, his voice a soothing anchor amid Y/N's intoxicated vulnerability.

However, Y/N shook her head, her expression fraught with worry. "I can't, Bucky. My housemate is throwing a party in our apartment, and I promised her I wouldn't come back tonight."

Bucky glanced at Vincent, still immersed in his DJ duties, the vibrant beats echoing through the club. It was evident that neither Y/N's brother nor her housemate would soon leave the festivities.

A decisive look crossed Bucky's face as he turned back to Y/N. "My place, then," he offered with a reassuring smile.

At Bucky’s Apartment.

Bucky carefully assisted Y/N as she settled onto the plush cushions of his couch. Her form curled up in a mixture of exhaustion, and the remnants of intoxication prompted a gentle concern in him. He assured her with a comforting pat on her shoulder, "Take it easy, Y/N. I'll be right back."

Bucky held the glass of water in his hand, intending to offer Y/N a refreshing drink to help ease the effects of the alcohol. However, as he reentered the living room, what he saw caused him to freeze in his tracks.

Y/N, making herself more comfortable, had taken off her dress, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie. The soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows accentuated the vulnerability and intimacy of the moment.

Bucky's breath caught in his throat for a split second as he registered the unexpected sight. The air in the room seemed to thicken with a newfound tension, the unspoken implications of the situation hanging in the air.

A flush of embarrassment crept up Bucky's neck as he averted his gaze, trying to give Y/N the privacy she might not have realized she needed. He quickly set the glass of water down on the nearby table, his mind racing with emotions.

"Y/N, um... I brought you some water," Bucky stammered, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. He tried to keep his tone casual despite the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

As Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the fatigue from crying in Bucky's car still evident in her gaze, she grumbled, "I was hoping something would happen today. This outfit is crazy expensive."

Bucky, caught off guard by her sudden change in tone, watched as she revealed her lingerie, a bold move that both surprised and intrigued him. Her words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere as she climbed onto his lap.

"It'll be a waste if no one sees it. Bucky, it's beautiful, right?" she asked, her eyes searching for validation.

The room seemed to tighten, a palpable tension enveloping them. Bucky, a man of self-control, felt a sudden surge of conflicting emotions. Her proximity and the audacious display stirred something within him, challenging the carefully maintained boundaries.

He hesitated for a moment, grappling with the intensity of the situation. The delicate lace of her lingerie, the vulnerability in her eyes, and the unresolved emotions from the night created a perfect storm. Bucky's hands hovered, caught between restraint and desire.

With a deep breath, he gently held her waist, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had unfolded between them. His touch conveyed reassurance and caution, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of understanding and a hint of turmoil.

"Bucky..." Y/N's voice wavered, uncertainty lingering in the air.

Bucky's Adam's apple rolled down, and in a hoarse, husky voice, he declared, "I may have self-control, but sweetheart, even I won't be able to resist this irresistible temptation. You're a damn masterpiece in that outfit."

Y/N's face flushed, a mixture of alcohol-induced warmth and unspoken desire. Cupping Bucky's face, she looked into his eyes with a boldness that matched the moment's intensity.

"You're more handsome than him. You should've been my boyfriend. If you weren't my brother's friend, I'd ask you out," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of vulnerability and a raw, unfiltered longing.

After she said that, Bucky’s penis was hard against her bottom part.

Forget about his friendship. Tonight, he’ll fuck her best friend's sister and deal with the consequences later.

******

Y/N’s body was soft and rubbing against Bucky. His hard cock pressed against her hole through his pants. He eased himself by moving a little.

Y/N moaned, “Ahh, keep moving.”

With her encouragement, it ignited him more. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and with a swift move, he carried her to his bedroom; since he has a muscular body underneath his clothes, it’s easy for him.

Bucky gently put Y/N on the bed; his gaze never left her. He looks at her intimately.

Bucky gently placed Y/N on the bed, feeling the charged atmosphere's weight. His gaze lingered on her, capturing every nuance of the vulnerability and desire that played across her flushed face. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the intimacy shared between them.

Bucky sucked on Y/N’s lips as if he were sucking sweet nectar flower a flower. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. The actions filled Y/N's entire body with a tingling sensation.

Whenever he kissed her lips, she felt like she was going insane. Y/N twisted her body, trying to escape, but Bucky pressed down on her.

He pulled away from her lips and began to noble and suck on her earlobe. He growled; his deep voice sounded so seductive that it made her shoulders tremble as she whimpered.

His fingers stroke her breast, and his other hand rubs her little hole. Y/N felt the area between her legs grow wet as Bucky kept teasing her. But she couldn’t say a word because her mind went blank.

She wondered how he became so good at this. When does he find time for a workout, considering he's a workaholic?

Bucky seems to understand her frustration without speaking since he feels it, too. He wants to penetrate her soon. He lowered his pants and his drawers and threw them to the floor. He pulled out his swollen cock; it was bobbing slightly, taping his beautiful abs.

Y/N widened her eyes, she expected his cock would be significant, but seeing it wither her own eyes, it was fascinating. It was already covered in a watery fluid.

Bucky brought her hand to his cock. The sticky fluid touched her palm. Each time she moved her hand up and down, a moan hissed out through Bucky’s clenched teeth.

Bucky pulled out his t-shirt; because of it, she could see the well-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.

Then he stopped her hand from moving and said, “You did well, but I think my dick is about to burst.”

Just as he finished speaking, something thick plunged into her body. She felt his cock slide along her inner walls. She wrapped her arms around his back.

Both of their gaze met; there was only the sound of their gasping breaths and the rising body temperature.

His cock inside her little hole became even harder, and she couldn’t resist the shallow thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her chest pressed tightly against his chest, her nipples to rub against his.

Her little buttocks lifted high with Bucky's thrusts, twisting like a little seductress.

Bucky let out a low gasp, feeling the tightness of her inner walls wrapped around his shaft, giving him much pleasure.

"Can... can you go faster..." Y/N, having adapted to the feel of the man inside her, gradually became unsatisfied with the shallow thrusts. She whispered into his ear, "Like just now, fuck me hard."

As she spoke, Bucky's eyelids twitched. He looked at her innocent yet suggestive appearance with half-lowered eyes, feeling as though his soul was about to be sucked out by this little devil.

"So naughty." Bucky said, biting her lip.

Y/N bit her lips, looking at him with a seductive gaze.

Bucky found her small movements adorable. He laughed softly, sitting up and grabbing her buttocks. Without a word, he pulled out his member and thrust it inside her.

"Mmm..." Y/N shuddered backward as she was being fucked, and was pulled back by Bucky, who was pinching her butt.

The meat stick mercilessly went in and out of her body, bringing out a stream of lewd fluid every time it entered with a "plop".

Y/N's toes curled in pleasure, biting her fingers and moaning, leaving a row of teeth marks on her hand in no time.

"Feels so good...uhh...hitting the right spot..."

Her sensitive spot was being teased by the head of his member, causing Y/N to tremble with excitement. She leaned back on Bucky's shoulder, her neck arched, and her lips slightly parted as she gasped for air.

Bucky pulled down her collar and left a trail of kisses on her neck.

Two people intertwined without distinguishing between you and me, making love, embracing.

From the bed to the windowsill, moonlight falls on the naked bodies of the two, giving them a faint silver glow.

As he reached the climax, he turned her over and fucked her again in a doggy-styled position.

Y/N yelled lewdly and happily twisted her buttocks to meet Bucky’s thick and long cock.

“Does it feel good?” Bucky said obscenely as he supported her buttocks and fuck her non-stop.

Y/N nodded with tears in her eyes, "Feels good."

Her tight hole was being pounded relentlessly, waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"No...I can't...I'm about to cum..." Y/N arched her body in ecstasy, her chin lifted.

"Ah...ahhh..."

Her whole body trembled as her little hole spasmed uncontrollably.

Bucky let out a low groan, his hands grabbing her waist. As he relaxed his muscles, hot semen shot inside her body.

She held her abdomen and felt as if it was filled with Bucky's semen.

Bucky chuckled and embraced her, kissing her from her forehead to her lips.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

Y/N's tired fingers didn't want to move, and she nodded softly, "Mmm... I love it…”

Bucky's body flinched at the admission, the word 'love' hanging like a tantalizing promise. It stirred something within him, a desire that went beyond the boundaries of friendship.

The realization hit him like lightning – he wasn't content with the current dynamic.

He didn't want Y/N to be just his best friend's sister; he craved something more. He longed to redefine the connection between them, to have her as a friend and his woman.

The weight of this revelation settled over him, transforming the charged atmosphere into a palpable anticipation of what might come next.

Chapters: Chap 1, Chapt 2 , Chap 3 , Chapt 4 , -

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accio-victuuri · 3 months

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their ordinary life. 🏠

i am referencing this post which was allegedly shared in 2021. i like how it’s written and the cpn clues inserted, then making a whole story out of it. a reason why most of us love lrg and other rumor anecdotes is because it’s simple and shows what their day to day life is like. tho they are celebrities with extraordinarily busy lives, the thought of them just being zz and bobo is comforting and sweet. it may be confusing cause there are parts where they are both referenced as they. and then it will switch to “i” as if in the person’s first person pov.

all of this is fake & fanfiction…

they should have a cat and a dog. everyone knows the cat's name is Tao, the dog’s name also matches the cat very well, it’s called Lizi. it’s a puppy ZZ bought it on impulse, but in the end I had to give it to my mother in Chongqing to deal with the aftermath. they have a home in Beijing, with a room full of helmets and musical instruments. there is also a room equipped with a projector, with warm and artistic decoration. when the two people are tired, they can lie here and watch movies together. there is also a big LCD TV, two people playing games to decide the outcome and doing housework.

the kitchen should be well-equipped, but the storage of materials is not alot, both of them are busy and have little time to cook, but there should be someone that makes trouble while the other person is cooking, and the other person will teach. when that person was making hand cakes, he had a headache several times and wanted to curse.

the room they sleep in, well, the bedding must be of high quality, it must be very comfortable and considerate for two people who both have the habit of sleeping naked. someone should install a night light in the toilet so that people who are afraid of the dark can get up in the middle of the night. there will be lights as soon as the toilet is near. there should be a lot of things on the bedside, eye drops, stomach-protecting tablets, Ryukakusan, cough cough... In short, both of them takes good care of your body! there will be a light fragrance in the room. they are all people who love cleanliness, maybe it’s also due to the scented candles.

there is a huge closet, which could have been used as a styling area in the beginning. one will often buy several pieces at a time and wrap them up. the other will also complain that one person loves shopping so much that he is not frugal and knows how to organize his clothes regularly. it was painful to pick out an old model to wear, and taught another person: "See, this is okay. As for clothes, save money and don’t buy so much. You still have a mortgage. ” another smiled and didn’t say anything. clothes that smell like them over time are familiar and reassuring, as if they are by each other’s side. In this way, they give each other company. Sometimes the trip is too urgent and I don’t pay much attention. both people will pack the wrong clothes into their suitcases. there should also be a small gym, where two actors and teachers can work hard. One person is envious of another's eight-pack abs, and the other possesses someone's waist (don't ask me why I know it's possible because I am a barbell. )

both of them have been doing more and more endorsements, and they have a lot of products at home. when the two brothers are in a good mood, they take one out and play with it, jokingly calling it "opening a blind box." most of the time, they kept sending them to my family, and the family group was noisy.

the two of them still can't stay at home most of the time and are always on the road. yes, headphones are a common item. why? because they are used for making phone calls and watching videos and to chat online. I took out my mobile phone to complain after getting off work. i quickly called to tell him that I miss you. people’s true emotions finally have a safe and secure place. how good is this, just wanting someone who can always listen to me in my life. you act coquettishly. you can complain and cry.

i also surfed the Internet, but I just browsed casually, after all, it was all the same rainbow fart, I want to take some time to listen to that person blowing it to me. sometimes it’s annoying to see fans quarreling. i used my account number to tell them to stop arguing, but it didn’t work. just switch to my other account and fight bravely with heizi ( antis ) and lose. until the account was suspended and blocked, then I took screenshots and felt aggrieved. he said, "Baby, look at me, I've lost another number by helping you.". The other person was amused, and he was no longer troubled by the remarks.

the other side is also keen on surfing and secretly saves a lot of emoticons, all of which are like pigs. regarding this, after I sent it, I laughed so hard that I hit the table and couldn’t stop having fun. hey, of course you can hear the voice of someone screaming on the phone: "Why does it have to be a pig?" "I'm a leopard! Not a pig! You What a stinky rabbit!”

they will take care of eating, taking medicine, drinking water, and taking care of each other when they are sick. they will take good care of each other and care for each other. if you are disobedient, it will be known immediately, and you will be punished, and then you will obey because I want to live a long with the other person. if possible, I hope it will be the same in my next life.

he will also get jealous, lose his temper and act awkward. Alas, as an actor, he is still in the entertainment industry. what can I do? Buy gifts, buy food, make phone calls. if you want to talk, send WeChat, and send some updates and stuck points that fans can’t understand.

In the end, I still couldn't coax him, so I could only study how to fight authentically and run to see the other party. the time is very short, and you may only be able to stay in the car, room, or corner. i left after an hour or two, my temper was gone, and I kept looking at the other person. laugh, give a hug, hold hands for a walk, kiss, and talk for a long time. if it's been a long time, your eyes will inevitably turn red when you separate.

“Every time it’s so short, it’s hard to be separated, and I won’t be able to come next time.

“But I miss you.

"...I know, I'll come see you next time."

knowing that there will be an event for two people on the same stage will make them excited for a long time, and they will fall in love at public expense. love, doesn’t it feel good?

no matter what, they won’t understand the meaning of it anyway. meet backstage, eat a meal together, take ugly photos of each other while doing makeup, and fight. let’s sit together and look at our phones and chat about the current situation. the two people at the back looked right at each other when Fang doesn't speak, the staff will consciously go out and leave them alone.

think hard. I miss you even when I walk. I miss you when I sit. kiss the necklace that you bought for me, look at the blue sky and white clouds, draw a picture, then take the archeology test, and look at the other party’s dark history, snap screenshots and make emoticons and throw them over. it’s the happiness that only artists can have when they fall in love, don’t you understand~

regarding the public, the feeling of being watched by millions of people cheering and blessing that summer it’s really good. surrounded by love from all over the world, you will feel that there is nothing better than our happy couple. maybe, one day, wait for the rainbow to come. On that day, I am Lao Wang and he was Lao Xiao. We walked in front of everyone. before, he drew a story about us, told by me since I was 21 years old.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #i feel so somft

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liaarxse · 11 months

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Get off damn it!

Headcanons

TR characters cuddling with you after a fight

Characters: The Kawata twins (separately), Matsuno Chifuyu, Manjiro Sano

Warnings: None, crack

A/n: This freeky AI bot is giving me way too many ideas.

Souya Kawata

Let's get straight to the point, you know it, he knows it, y'all cuddling after a fight ASAP

Not even a fight, even if it was just a meeting

Y'all cuddling ok? Ok.

He's usually pretty riled up after a fight and has more energy

Tells you all the drama bitch

Literally get out your notepad now

Maybe he let a tear fall here and there, but that's about it

But oh

Ohhh

OHOHOHOHOOOO

God forbid he straight up cries like in that one manga chapter (I can't remember which one it was)

Pray

Even if you don't pray, pray

Even if you are a Satanist, pray

Even if you're a God or a Devil, pray

You and Nahoya both know the shit that's about to go lose

Just stay put and wait for him

He comes to your place as if in a matter of seconds, changing and throwing himself onto you, breaking down

Well, shit.

He's cursing them out, saying how he beat their ass and would do it again, while crying

How?

Idk

Don't ask me they ain't real

But show this boy some love. He deserves it. Caress his scalp, play with his hair, place tender kisses on his face, and just hold him for a bit longer

He'll return the favor as soon as possible.

Nahoya Kawata

Ah, fuck, not again

He gets into a fight every single day

And always comes to your place so you can fix him up

"Hey baby."

"Nahoya your face is literally deformed what the fuck."

Just fix him

Not because he deserves it but because he's annoying as shit and won't leave you alone

Once, he broke your window and crawed into your room at 4 in the morning to tend his wounds

He paid for your therapy sessions dw

Since he's 24/7 injured, he always smells like blood

Like, ew?

Once he came by after a nasty fight all injured and blooded up

You gagged

LMAOOOOO

"Fuck you."

"Sure."

🤡

He always throws his bloody ass on your new sheets, and you go BERSERK

You once hit him in the head cough Deja Vu cough with a broom because he ruined your sheets

He smirked at that comment

You kicked him outside

He crawled back in and trapped you in a hug

That lasted all night

"Nahoya let go I need to pee."

"Bitch hold it in."

He loves you, i swear

Matsuno Chifuyu

Blooded your sheets on accident

Don't be mad please

Here, pet Peke J

You mad?

You don't get to pet Peke J

Loser\j

In all honesty, he's reckless.

Every. Fucking. Time. He comes by the next day you're restocking on aid supplies.

Stg he better start paying up

Once called you in the middle of a fight with his nose bleeding and a few bruises on his face

"I'm coming over later, babe!"

"MATSUNO HOLY SHI—"

He hung up

Your ass went CRAZY before he came knocking on your door

He was injured

A lot

Really

Is he half dead?

Will he make it through the night?

Will—

Hey he brought Peke J!

Everything Is fine

He cleaned up before cuddling with you but still managed to dirty your sheets

"You're lucky my son is here."

"That's my son, pussy."

Y'all love Peke J more than your relationship/j

He changed your sheets and went back to cuddling you

If needed he'll buy new ones

Baby boy, baby 🫶

Manjiro Sano

Bfr, you woke up, and your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you, beaten up

You screamed

He screamed

You threw a book at him

He got a concussion

Great, more blood

"Damn it Manjiro I just bought these sheets!"

"Are you insane?"

Maybe lol

After leaving the room you still felt the smell of blood.

Looking down you saw your favourite pj smeared with droplets of blood from none other than MIKEY

He had cuddled you while you slept personally in blooded clothes

You chased him with a pan

Seven AM the usual morning line-up

Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all cleEeeeeEN

Imagine Mikey as Rapunzel though

Them dark impulses gon kick in hard up inside that tower

Give him love too, please, #helptakemichiwiththesemessedupbastards

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ginandginny · 7 months

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BSD Characters With a Sick S/O

Genre: Fluff, humour.

Warnings: Mentions of death and su!cide in Dazai’s part, pet names. Some characters might be a bit ooc, and this is very cringe, and a lil suggestive. Swearing.

Featuring: Yosano, Gin, Aku, Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jouno, Tecchou,

Format: Headcanons plus scenarios

Various BSD!characters x gender neutral reader (Chuuya uses ‘princess’ once, Dazai uses ‘belladonna’)

Part one out of three

Coloured character names are the characters I’m featuring in this fic

OSAMU DAZAI

-How do I start…

-He’s worried. Like it’s not life-threatening, but he’s worried. Maybe because he won’t be able to do a double suicide with you-

-He’d use this as an excuse to skip work. 😭😭😭

-He somehow gets Kunikida to buy the medicine for him. Maybe some convincing lies, and few casual mentions of extortion. 🥲

-You’d be lying in bed like “Honey I need medicine I’ll be fine on my own for a while; can you go buy it?” And dudes like “Nah, we’re getting free delivery service from Kunikida.” 😘

-He’d feed you your medicine and food, and call you ‘good girl’ when you swallow. My mind just went somewhere else if you know what I mean

-Cuddles

-Still very annoying

“Awwwwww, my poor baby is sick.” DAZAI mocked. He pinched your cheeks playfully. “Maybe I’d get to skip work, taking care of you.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, attempting to throw a pillow at him. He cooed at you for a while, annoying you even more. “Osamu, please stop being a dick for once and buy me medicine.” You broke off in another coughing fit. To that response, Dazai smirked. “Tsk tsk tsk, my dear belladonna, why waste our own time, money, and energy when we can waste other’s?”

“Because,” you responded scathingly, “We aren’t parasites, living off of other peoples expenses. Or I’m not. Maybe you are. Like a leech or something. Sucking other peoples money, time and energy. You’re the embodiment of a parasite.” Dazai gasped, pretending to be stabbed in the gut. Dramatically, he fell to the living room floor, feigning hurt.

“Belladonna! You think this lowly of me?! Oh, the pain you have inflicted upon my poor soul…” You snorted to cover up your laugh. Dazai caught that, and smiled. He stood up, and kissed you on the forehead.

“Goodness! You’re burning up! Sorry sweetie, I have a small phone call to make. Be back in a few!” And he waltzed off towards the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a cup of tea and some blankets.

“Medicine is on the way here. Make sure you sound like you’re dying when I open the door. Kunikida is very irritated today. In the meantime, have some tea and I’ll put on a movie. Anything in particular you’d like to watch, Bella?”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

-Saying he overreacted is an understatement 😨😰

-He probably impulsively spent a lot of money on expensive medicine and stuff that’ll make you feel better 🫡🫡

-You’d be his world, and he’s the major satellite revolving around you

-Personally called Mori to explain why he can’t go to work

-He’d carry you everywhere even to use the bathroom 😭

The moment you told CHUUYA you were sick, he instantly called Mori to tell him he couldn’t go to work.

“Blankets, stuffed animals, food, name it I’ll get it.” He said.

“Chuu, I only have a cold.”

“No. I’m not dismissing this. I’ll get you that plushie you wanted last week… actually, I’ll get my subordinates to get it for you. I’m not leaving your side.” He stated firmly. He picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests, and gently set you in bed, covering you with a blanket.

“Wait here, princess, I’ll get the fluffy blanket you love. Oh and throw pillows. Do want your iPad, laptop, or phone? Never mind I’ll get them all… TV too.” He hurried out of the room before you could stop him. He returned, holding a giant fluffy blanket. You fought back the urge to laugh. He looked so silly, carrying a pile of fluffy fabric. His arms barely wrapped around it, and he looked tinier than ever. He placed it on the bed, spreading it out. He set down your phone too, he turned to get your laptop too before you coughed.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling, shit I forgot about medicine. Right… cough syrup…” He started listing medicine. Chuuya put a show on for you, then went to cook for you. Several times the doorbell rang, it was his subordinates delivering the medicine and other shit he bought for you.

“Chuuya, this is so expensive!” You protested.

“It’s to make you feel better.” He said severely, spooning mash potatoes into your mouth. You were surrounded by plushies, candles, blankets, and throw pillows.

“Oh Chuuya, you being here is just enough for me. I love you so much; you’re the best boyfriend ever.” His face lit up and went to kiss you, then you stopped him, reminding him that you were sick, and that you were currently trying to chew mashed potatoes.

So much for a romantic moment.

YOSANO AKIKO

-Finally a person who knows what she is dealing with

-I mean she’s a doctor of course she knows

-She’d cuddle with you to make you feel better 🥰🥰🥰

-Huge chance that she already has medicine in her house, but if she doesn’t, she probably would threaten Dazai to buy them for her, and she’d pay him back, but Dazai gets either Kunikida or Atsushi to do it and just takes the money 💀

-Yosano would cook your favourite meal, and sternly but affectionately tell you you can’t have ice cream 🫶🫶🫶

-Cares about you very much, but maybe will still go to work

-She’ll send someone to take care of you!! [See: threaten]

YOSANO frowned.

“You’re sick, you say?” She questioned, concerned. She touched your forehead then checked your temperature. Her face relaxed, then she gently patted you on the head and said,

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cold.” I’ll go check if we have medicine. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable.” You nodded glumly, and she smiled, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

“Awwwww, sweetheart, don’t pout. Here, I’ll carry you.”

“I love you so much.” So Yosano carried you too bed, tucked you in and kissed you on the forehead.

“If you need anything, call me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She left the room, and you found yourself drifting off until you heard Yosano talking in the living room. It sounded like she was threatening to mutilate someone. Something about medicine and money. Such a loving girlfriend I have, you thought affectionately, recalling how she hugged you, and her scent. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, it was already time for dinner.

“Good evening, my sleeping beauty.” You looked up to find Yosano sitting on the bed, grinning down at you.

“Mornin, love.” You responded groggily. Yosano chuckled.

“Say ‘ahhhh’ for me, darling.” You did what she told you, and she fed you food. Your eyes widened.

“My favourite! Thank youuuu.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Yosano fed you the rest of your meal, then told you she had the medicine ready. She fed you some, and you made a face and nearly threw up.

“No offense but this tastes like shit.”

“I see you’ve got your attitude back. That’s good. You should be fully recovered in a day or so. And one small question, love. How do you know what shit tastes like?”

That shut you up real quick. You drank the rest of the medicine without complaint. Eventually, Yosano started reading to you.

“Kiss me, you fool!” She cried in a silly voice. She was quite good at reading sad romance novels. You smiled mischievously and leaned in. She smiled too, and before you could talk-

“Shhhh, I’m not going to catch your cold, don’t worry,” she whispered. She tipped your chin up to look at her, then she kissed you.

Quick A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I’m sick, and my roommate, @a-random-weeb is too, so I decided to write this (also because she wrote it too) and it was really rushed. Sorry if it’s cringe and grammar mistakes, and that I only wrote for three characters. University sucks ass.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

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kamikazii · 1 month

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Choso Kamo x f!Reader

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The club was packed tonight, sweaty drunk bodies pressed against each other vibrating from the beat of the music roaring in their ears. You were amongst the crowd, not yet shit faced but very drunk. You smiled largely at your friends, a small bit of drool coming out of the corner of your mouth. You loved every second of feeling the music, feeling like nothing mattered outside of dancing with a room full of strangers. Were they really strangers at this point? This club was your favorite, you were a Friday night regular. As were all the other college students there.

Your friend came up to you, swaying against you as she pushed a shot glass to your lips. You gladly gulped down the terrible tasting liquid, swallowing as fast as you could and grimacing at the taste. Like a child would with cough medicine.

Suddenly it felt like all the contents of your stomach were threading to come back up. You politely pushed your friend away, frantically looking for the bathroom. Pushing bodies out of your way wasn’t easy, but you made it nonetheless. As soon as the toilet was in your eye sight it happened. The terrible taste of alcohol and appetizers coming right back up. You gagged and wretched, feeling absolutely disgusted with yourself. Well, that was a buzzkill. Time to head home.

You pulled out your phone, sending a quick text to the group chat with your friends letting them know you were heading home for the night. The ladies sent back a be safe text and that was all you needed. You exited the bathroom and looked for the exit.

As you made your way through the crowd and past the bar a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Hey baby let me buy you drink.”

A man that looked double your age said in a slur. You pushed his hand off, “No thanks, I’m heading home.” You said, not interested in a man that could be the same age as your father. He persisted, “I could come with, show you a good time baby.” He was now standing, trying to pull your body to his. You looked around frantically for help, no one was paying attention to you. Of course they weren’t.

Until your eyes locked with his. Your eyes lit up, acting on impulse, “My boyfriend is going to beat your ass if you don’t get the fuck off.” You yelled at the stranger, pointing to the man you were referring to. The man walked over, seemingly knowing what was going on. You looked distressed after all.

The older man let go thankfully not wanting to stir anything up, you grabbed the dark haired man’s hand and made towards the exit. He happily went outside with you, how could he not?

You breathed heavily, feeling sobriety slowly making its way to you. You looked at the man you’d brought with you, shit he was so fine.

“I’m sorry, old bastard wouldn’t let go of me.” You apologized, feeling defeated. Total buzzkill now; puking up everything you ate and drank in the last two hours and some creep trying to follow you home. Gross.

“Hey it’s okay, are you going to be okay going home?“ He sounded sincere, placing his hand on your back while you heaved fresh air into your body.

“Uh yeah I think, I’ll just Uber home. It’s only like fifteen minutes away.” You said, pulling your phone out. Shit, it died. He watched as you tried to turn it on, smacking it and whining when it didn’t.

“I can give you a ride if you want, I’m sober so you don’t have to worry about getting into an accident.” He started rubbing the back of his head, hoping that didn’t come off as weird or creepy.

“You’re not gonna stalk me if I tell you where I live are you?” You half joked, raising an eyebrow at him. He shook his head no, laughing.

“I’m Kamo Choso, I promise I’m not creepy, I’m just a senior in college.” He said, the faintest bit of pink danced on the tips of his ears. You told him your name, defeatedly walking with him to his car. It was blacked out and honestly kinda hot. You made small talk with him on the way to your apartment, feeling a little embarrassed a stranger had to take you home.

You found out you attend the same college but never stumbled across each other, probably because he was a senior and you were only a sophomore. Upon arriving at your apartment you invited him in, it was late after all. It would be rude of you to not finish the conversation that was flowing between the two of you. Right? It would be rude to not offer him something to eat or drink.

And it would be rude to not notice the slight bulge in his pants as he sat on your sofa.

You pushed that thought out of your mind as soon as it entered, mentally berating yourself. He was a total stranger. Well not really, after the conversations you had you knew a few things about him. Like that he lived across town from you, so naturally you offered him to stay here at your apartment. It was very late after all. And he accepted gratefully, the idea of driving being a hassle for him. You found out he liked horror movies just as much as you did so of course you put one on and cozied up next to this man on your couch. The man you’d known for a whole hour and a half now. Happy way through the movie his arm wrapped around your shoulder, inviting you to lean against him. Leaning turned into laying in his lap. His arm around your shoulder turned into resting it in your hair, playing with it.

You felt it. A twitch. In his pants. It immediately made blood rush to your face, but you didn’t move. What were you doing? This strange man is in your apartment somehow with his dick pressed to your face and you’re just okay with that? Yes, yes you are.

You nuzzled against his growing hard on, making an almost inaudible moan slip from his throat. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tightly.

“Don’t tease me.”

He was rather rough, which surprised you. The grip on your hair made you wince a little but you continued, ghosting your mouth over his growing erection. The crotch in his jeans were getting too tight to be comfortable, he had to slip them off. You happily helped him push them down past his knees, his cock springing free. His tip was pink, leaking precum from your teasing. God he was so big, he has the type of cock you fantasize about while fucking yourself. You drooled at the sight of him, licking his tip and slowly lowering your mouth down. His grip on your hair loosened only for him to grab the back of your neck to help guide you on how he liked his cock sucked.

A guttural moan escaped his throat as you tried to take him fully, he’d never felt a throat as tight and wet as yours. The very thought made his cock twitch. He pulled you off suddenly, he wasn’t going to last long from fucking your throat. He so badly wanted to eat you out and fuck you hard.

So he did just that, he pushed you back onto your back and gathered the fabric of your dress, pushing it up to rest as your waist. He grabbed the waistband of your panties and slid them down, you lifted your lower half to help him. He stared at your cunt, the sight was heavenly. You were already so wet for him your juices leaking out of you in anticipation. Heat stuck to your cheeks in embarrassment as he stared at you. He made eye contact with you before lunging down to your pussy, not wasting any time and lapping fat stripes up from your entrance to your swollen clit. The sensation made you hiss grabbing onto his messy buns to help steady yourself.

“You taste s’good, can’t wait to fuck you.”

He said, your juices flowing into his mouth and dripping down his chin. Your nectar alone could make him drunk, he wanted to savor how you tasted but he so badly wanted to plunge his cock in you already. You felt the buildup deep in your core, your orgasm making its way to you. He pulled away, “I promise next time I’ll make you cum all over my face but I have to fuck you now.” He said desperately. He gathered the wetness from his mouth and chin and smeared it over his tip, groaning at the feeling.

You were ready to feel him, ready to be filled to the brim with this strangers cock. The thought was exhilarating. You’d never had a one night stand or fucked a stranger. Wait, he said next time. Is he planning to fuck you again?

You came back yo reality as he pushed his tip in, your pussy trying to suck him in. You both let out a groan, wanting more. You reached your hand to him, which he grabbed and placed back into his hair.

“Fuck your pussy feels s’good. She’s sucking me in.” He breathed out. He slowly sank himself all the way in, your cunt trying to accommodate his size. It only stung a little bit as soon as the initial shock subsided it felt so good.

You tugged on his hair motioning that he could move, and he wasted no time. He pulled out leaving just his tip inside you and thrusted back in hard. The squelch of your pussy made him moan loud. His hips found a rhythm shortly, thrusting in and out and in and out..

The sensation made you throw your head back, eyes rolling back and almost seeing stars. Your gummy walls clamped down on him, he didn’t know if he could last long. It had been awhile since he’d been with anyone, he was trying to focus on his studies rather than relationships or women but god the way your body took his cock was too damn good.

You felt your orgasm coming back, the knot in your core building up. He snaked a hand down to rub your aching clit, eliciting a moan from you. He leaned down to your ear, “Say my name baby, tell me who’s fucking you.”

His voice was dark, breath hot and heavy on your earlobe.

“Cho-Choso,, fuckk. I’m so close, pl-please don’t stop.” You breathed out. It was becoming so hard to talk, all you could do was let noises fall from your mouth. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm came close, he swirled his fingers faster to get you closer to finishing.

It hit you like a wall, vision going white and body hot. So so hot. All you could do was lay there and squirm, toes curling and moans leaving your throat. Choso pulled out and let his release on your stomach. He fucked his fist until he was empty, moaning your name.

Your brain was fuzzy with euphoria, watching his cum all over you from above. You smiled in your haze, wiping yourself with your dress after you slid it off of you. You grabbed his hand and walked him to your bathroom, turning the shower on and adjusting the water.

“You can sleep with me in my bed tonight, okay?” You said as you helped him slip the rest of his clothes off. Man you were so ready for bed.

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#choso smut #choso kamo #choso x you #jjk choso #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #spicy content #spicy creator #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk x you #kamikazii

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reiluvr · 1 month

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🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! been craving this. pretty much just setting up. this is definetely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

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If someone had told you a few months ago that you'd be standing in the middle of a huge abandoned racing track in the peak of winter while wearing practically nothing, then you would've probably combusted from laughter. You had never been the type to step out of your comfort zone, living by the motto "slow and steady wins the race". You focused on yourself and your grades all throughout high school, the only happiness being when you got accepted into your dream university. It was nothing like the movies though, you didn't immediately fall into the hands of the popular group and have the best university experience. Actually, university ended up being just a more complicated version of high school, you kept your head down and your grades up. It was in the dead of the night, where you were sure no one could possibly glimpse at this side of you, that you’d curl under your covers and pray desperately to any god that would listen, that you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

You had, unfortunately, adopted the “I don’t need friends” attitude, but that’s only because you had none. You could scream it off of the edge of a cliff to convince yourself that it was true, but at a certain point, everyone craves attention. For the first time in your life, your grades dropped. You had always been a top student, the slightest drop felt like the end of the world. That’s what lead to the start of your current predicament. You went out one night, pretty late considering you liked to be tucked and asleep by 10. You scoff bitterly to yourself, a bit amused at the irony of going through your teenager phase when you were almost 20. This was what ended up being the fuel for you to impulsively buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, walking cluelessly through the streets as you cough at each puff. In hindsight, it might’ve been a bit of an overreaction, especially considering that the ‘horrible’ grades you’ve been receiving recently would be some other student’s dream grades. Yet, it was hard not to be depressed when your entire self-worth was based off of these numbers.

It was nearing around 2 AM and you were…actually, god knows where you were. It seemed as though, in your self-deprecating thoughts, you had walked yourself to the point of being lost. You only snapped out of it because you could hear two very loud men. You hesitantly round the corner, coming face to face with two boys, who couldn’t have been much older than you. They both seemed to be locked in a very heated argument. At a closer look, it was clear they were twins, albeit they couldn’t look more different. The only thing they had in common was their bright pink hair. One of the twins seemed to be trying to calm the other down. You observe him carefully, noting down the washed-up yellow colour of his hoodie and the chipped blue nail polish. You turn to watch the taller twin now, eyes widening slightly as you take in the spiky hair and what looked like tattoos under his eyes? You wince as his words only increase in volume, turning to get away when the smaller twin makes eye contact with you. It feels as though your heart stopped when that prompts the taller twin to look at you as well, his eyes seemingly glowing red.

If you weren’t fearing for your life, you’d be embarrassed at the pathetic squeak that escapes your lips when he starts making his way towards you. You stumble back, each of his steps seemingly equal to ten of your own. You only manage to take a few steps back, eyes blown wide in panic before he’s towering over you, one hand roughly grasping your waist to stop you from stupidly falling over from your desperate scrambling. His grip is nothing soft, fingers almost digging into your hip as he stares down at you. He seems to be analysing you, his- were his eyes red?! You barely even get to process how weird that is before he tugs on your waist, making you stand up straighter as he looks you up and down. You finally manage to find your voice, your mouth opening to tell him to let you go…or maybe beg him. He beats you to it, a sharp grin gracing his face, making his already terrifying features seem even more predatory.

“You wanna make some cash, girl?”

Fuck no. You should have brought something with you, a taser, pepper spray, maybe a knife, anything. The other twin immediately picks up on how your face pales and he jumps in, gently pulling his brother back and shaking his head frantically.

“That is not what he meant! Ryo, you fucking idiot!”

It feels as though you can suddenly breathe again when his hands are off of you, your eyes trained on the taller one, ready to run for it in case he makes any sudden moves. They both let you calm down, the taller one, or Ryo, scoffing at your form. IT’s when you look at least a little more calm that the younger one approaches once again, hands up as if he were approaching a stray cat.

“I'm Yuji, you can call me whatever, and this is my stupid older brother. Sorry about him, he doesn’t speak to girls much.”

Ryo doesn’t hesitate to land a harsh hit against the back of Yuji’s neck, Yuji stumbling forward as he cackles. The display lets you settle down a bit more, an awkward smile on your face as the other one mumbles.

“Call me Sukuna.”

Okay. Not Ryo then.

“Anyways, what he meant was that…Um, okay. This might sound like were trying to kidnap you or something so please just trust us, ah, but even that is a big ask considering you don’t kno-.”

Sukuna grumbles, tugging on Yuji’s collar and pulling him back.

“You talk too much. We have a race starting soon. We’re missing a grid girl. You in, or nah?”

Never in your life would you have agreed. Especially not without asking at least a few questions. A little bad luck on your grades should not have dumbed you down…but apparently it did. You sigh, nodding hesitantly. Yuji practically lights up, immediately calling someone on his phone as Sukuna grins.

“Don’t go home, warm your tires!.....Hmm? Hell yeah we got a girl!”

He seems to listen to whatever the person on the other end is saying. He hesitates, looking you over once before mumbling something into the phone. Sukuna groans once again, snatching the phone out of his hands and mumbling a quick what. He also looks you over, the same way Yuji did before he grins.

“ She could use some work, honestly. Let Shoko know.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #racer au

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ender1821 · 10 months

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nobody likes pearlescent (froglights) — clips from impulse’s latest stream

transcript and bonus Pearl responses below!

Impulse: —a lot of stuff, actually. Oh, man, I got some building I need to do, I don’t want to spend my entire week restocking… Look at that, we’re out of the froglights, too.

Impulse: Ooo, okay, not those (pearlescent) ones though. Dang it, man, nobody likes pearlescent.

Pearl, in his chat: OH

Pearl: WOW

Pearl: THE SHADE

Impulse, laughing: Love you Pearl! I’m playing, you know I’m playing, oh…

Impulse: Yeah so I’m gonna raise the desk, if the stream ends, it’s because a cable got caught somewhere. I’ll be back. *audio becomes more distant*

Pearl, in game chat: Wow, someone must really like the Pearlescent block, because it’s sold out — guess you have to restock impulse

Impulse: *laughs* I just read Pearl’s message, oh that’s fantastic… oh man

Impulse: I think the thing is though, I don’t think my farm is working… The question is, did she actually pay for them?

Impulse: *checks barrel* she did! Oh! Missed some, she didn’t see that barrel. Gosh… I’ll take it, I’ll take it, thanks Pearl.

Impulse, reading chat: Will I be signing TCG cards on stream? Uh, yeah probably, I dunno, I thought it would be kinda cool if— *reads that Pearl joined the game* oh no.

Impulse: I thought it would be kinda cool if I got together with Tango, and maybe Tango and I can hang out together signing cards, you know what I mean? Maybe we could stream that, that could be a cool thing.

Impulse: *laughs at Pearl being stuck at his elevator*

Pearl: Your elevator is the— It’s the worst!

Impulse: What is happening? Are you stuck? Are you stuck in there?

Pearl: I hate your elevator! I can’t do it! I suck at it man… Here we go—

Impulse: MCC champion here everyone— oh wait, not yet. So…

Pearl: The crown on my head is all that matters, okay? Don’t mock me! Yeah, there we go.

Impulse: You did it! You went with the reverse exit, I like that strat, let’s see…

Pearl: Apparently any other way just does not work, and uh… that’s how it goes, I guess.

Impulse: I don’t understand… It literally doesn’t work for you to just walk out?

Pearl: No it doesn’t, I just slide down it.

Impulse: Oh, you poor thing… You can’t afford this whole barrel.

Pearl: How dare you. How dare you even say that? Who do you think I am, sir?

Impulse: I guess you did just do that big job for the Scar cleanup, so… Maybe—

Pearl: Oh, he hasn’t paid me yet.

Pearl: —another situation

Impulse: What are your plans for all these froglights you just bought?

Pearl: I dunno what you’re talking about, I didn’t buy those.

Impulse: Okay…

Pearl: Someone really likes pearlescent blocks, y’know? *cough*

Impulse: Yeah…

#impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft season 9 #excuse any editing/transcript issues im pretty new to doing this #but i really enjoyed this clip so i thought i’d edit the whole thing up for tumblr to enjoy #i wanted to keep her talking about the dragon egg situation in but that was too long for tumblr lmao #dont worry pearl we like pearlescent 😭#mcyt #saved clips

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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Pagtingin

"I'll just wait for the wind to sweep away my words."

Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!Reader.

Fluff; keeping your feelings secret; glimpses of Wanderer before he got his memories back; classic Scaramouche behavior; feel good story.

Heeey, @monicahar, guess I'm your secret santa uwu you know how much I love angst so know how I tried my very best to make this as fluff and kinda crack as you wished! I have FOUR retakes of this because I'm writing for the Scaramouche master writer (first one got rejected cuz it's quite angsty but I hope you liked it!)

"Mr. Sandman, sand me a saaand," you take a sighing pause, breathing in, and starting again. "Dendro archon, send me a siiiign -"

"What the hell are you singing about?"

"Wanderer!" And there he was in all his glory, arms crossed and stare full of judgment yet stuck to you as you stumbled across the room to reach the windowsill, opening the window to see that - yep, he's floating in mid-air.

The high rising moon behind him framed his ethereal form so beautifully, as if he was a messenger of Celestia ready to take you to the skies above.

You cough to your hand.

His squint lightens, descending to sit on the windowsill so you wouldn't have to crane your neck awkwardly to maintain eye contact.

"There's that Wanderer I know."

The sweet lost foreigner that first stepped foot into Sumeru City with eyes filled with innocent wonder. As a proud citizen and a strange sense of responsibility, you approached the then stranger for an impromptu tour around the humble place, something that he seemed to have needed desperately.

You still remember when he asked about where the sunsettias and harra fruits could be found, in case his employer needed to restock his stall. Of all the beauty that no other nation could compare, he wanted to know where the fruits are.

Safe to say your sudden guffaw had him spooked for a bit, but are you really to blame for how adorable he is for being so new to the world like he is?

It was a nice surprise too when you stumbled upon his fabled stall in the Grand Bazaar one day while he was tending to customers, flustered from the rush hour and his lack of training. Despite not needing it, you willed yourself to buy a watermelon just to talk to him again and give him a better customer service experience.

"Thank you for your purchase - ah, and come again sometime!"

You had to eat watermelon slices for a week because of that impulse buy, but his shy smile was worth the diet change.

But then his overall demeanor changed when you found an anemo vision hanging near his chest, at the same day that he left his merchant work with a blonde traveler. The Wanderer you knew didn't glare like that, talk like that, act like that. It was so quiet between you two, and it felt like he was sizing you up, unsure what to do with you.

"Hey!" His indigo eyes watched you place your hands on your hips with an annoyed huff. "You can't act like this just cuz you got a vision now, getting one doesn't mean you have to change up on me. We're friends still!"

And while his huff and eye roll are baffling to see on your sweet Wanderer, you can't deny his smirk suits him perfectly.

"Look who's the lonely one now." He clicks his tongue, mockingly, yet there were no apparent venom in his words. Back when he asked why you were hanging around him, you told him that he looked lonely too.

("Why are you doing all this? For me? Someone who's -" his Adam's apple bobbed so harshly as he gulped. "A stranger." The way he said those words sounded strangely strained.

"I just thought you looked quite lonely," you settled with no double meanings or deep words those scholars in the Akademiya tend to use. There's no need to beat around the bush with him. Leaning over your stall, you dipped your head under his hat to level his gaze more clearly. "Lonely and a lil confused, like you needed a friend.")

"Yeah, I missed you." He's always seemed like the type of person who wants the blatant truth.

"I -" And his actions had always been honest with you. What with the way he paused and avoided your stare, how he turns his head away and tilt his hat down to hide the expressions he's making. Perhaps your honesty doesn't just come from his preferences. "I suppose that's expected what with you being locked up here for - what? Eight days?"

"Almost nine." Heaving another sigh, your arms hang over the platform as you slump on the spot next to him.

Stuck in your dormitory room because of a flu you caught while out collecting data. While it's not life-threatening for anyone whatsoever, it's still contagious enough for the Akademiya to force you to self isolation until you got better. You haven't had contact with others in days, at least, that's what the Akademiya knows.

Wanderer stares at you with a look that screams out 'why the hell are you looking at me like that?' as you feel a smile force its way to your face, unable to hide it even from him. How could you when the man in front of you, no matter how many times you warned not to get close because of your flu, would only scoff about how ironic it was that you're the one saying those words.

You're thankful that he's confident of his immune system to keep visiting you like this.

He didn't have to visit every day the hour before your assigned bed time, but he's always here on the dot.

Despite the sudden change, Wanderer is still just as easy to read no matter how hard he tries not to be.

"Right, I almost forgot." You watch as he pulled out something wrapped in a beautiful blue furoshiki, the sweet smell already betraying the surprise before he unwraps the baklava for you. "You asked for some yesterday and I didn't want you to whine again."

"Pastries! Oh I love you so much!"

He can remember it so clearly that he could recreate every frame of the scene: The overwhelming feeling in his chest with the tightness in his throat, him opening his mouth before pressing his lips together before the first word could even come out.

Wanderer felt physical pain from the battle in his mind while you happily indulge in the pastry, blissfully unaware of the things you do to him.

Why was he here again after he got his memories back? Why does he keep coming back to this student that showed him around the city when he first arrived?

Lesser Lord Kusanali proposed to keep this connection instead of wallowing in self pity now that the world has forgotten him (that was his own doing), yet it was something that locked him in ball and chain despite having the conscious mind to get away.

Yet the way you immediately turn to him with an amused smile, "Something on your mind?" Easily defeated the clashing virtues debating in his mind. "You want a baklava?"

There was a pained expression on his face as he clutched his hand over his chest, he knows you've seen it no matter how he tried not to look like it. The Wanderer had always been so honest with you that's true, because it was so easy to just be him with you.

But that's not really him, is it?

Puppets like him don't need to breathe.

Yet at that time, perhaps Nahida was right that there really wasn't any difference between a human and a puppet.

"Do you think I deserve a second chance?" He let slip in front of the archon one day when his thoughts raged like the fires of a faraway furnace, too slow to bite his tongue and too frustrated to cover up with a 'forget it.'

Nahida, in contrast, takes time to think things through and watch his body language. From the way he avoids her stare and how his crossed arms looked more defensive of a different insecurity. The god of wisdom doesn't need to read minds to know this is an entirely different case.

"Let's put it this way, what's stopping you from thinking you don't deserve it?" Deserve her, more like.

And his old self would have said nothing, that he deserves everything he desires for all the efforts he had done to get to where he is now. But he's better than that now, no, he's better than that because of you.

Why must he be awkward around you?

Why must he be so hang up on every detail about him and you?

Why must he be so insecure of who he is and who you are?

"Because I'm not human," yet he uttered those words as if he was baffled by his own answer, eyes wide with confusion as he clutched his head. "Yet these days I feel like I'm one."

He practically all but shoved the poor pastry into his mouth, biting down with just a little too much force than intended. Fuck, he hates sweet things!

And so the puppet known as a human does his best to ignore your snickers with how his face contorts into irritation and disgust as the layers melt stickily in his mouth. Oh, he hates you, hates how much he loves you.

He hopes you don't blame him, it's hard to take a gamble with the only chance he's ever getting.

"How's your research going?"

"My proposal is ready, when I'm out of here, I wanna try and get funding to go conduct research in the desert."

"Mhm."

"Then I'll take you with me and tour you there too, I promise the views are worth it!"

"Alright, I'll hold you to it."

So for now, he will keep his peace until he's ready. He only hopes that when he confess his secrets, your opinion of him won't change.

He only hopes... when he reveals his feelings, your opinion of him won't change.

Maybe tomorrow, you'll be his. He can only hope.

This is loosely based on a song called Pagtingin, with English translations here! That's the vibe I'm going for where the singer is hesitating to confess his feelings because he's afraid that the person he loves would treat/see him differently if they don't share the same feelings.

Tagging: @maehemthemisfit @ireallylikehamsters @chuusposts

#gixrsecretsanta2022 #monicahar #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #exile.flower #genshin impact fluff #sumeru arc #fem reader

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love2angel · 6 months

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Sirius and Remus reacting to their daughter!reader coming out to them as lesbian/bisexual/pansexual

No warnings !! | ୨ 714 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ୧

Daughter!reader would go to the mall's library to get a book she's been eyeing for a while. Upon finding it, she walked towards the cash register not really paying attention to her surroundings. She placed the book gently in front of the worker, not yet looking up. She would then hear a deep but soothing girl voice, finally looking up at the worker. Upon seeing her appearance, daughter!reader would feel her cheeks heat up slightly. A tall girl with silky black hair and light blue eyes would stare down at daughter!reader, a slight smirk on her face (no matter your height, the girl is taller than you). Daughter!reader would have a lesbian/bisexual/pansexual panic, stuttering like a lovestruck high school girl while paying. She almost didn't hear her phone ringing, Sirius calling to say Remus and himself are waiting for her in the parkin lot of the mall. Daughter!reader would clumsily take her book and receipt, almost forgetting to thank the tall girl and then giving her a shy smile. She then would hurry out of the mall, a blushing mess.

Daughter!reader would be silent in the backseat at the beginning of the car ride, Remus and Sirius holding hands on the arm rest as Remus drives. Daughter!reader would still be blushing slightly, only able to look down at the book she bought. Remus would try to strike a conversation— opting to talk about which book his daughter bought, himself being a bookworm.

"Which book did you buy sweetie-" Remus asked, enable to finish his sentence before daughter!reader cut him off, "I think I'm lesbian/bisexual/pansexual." She would blur that out out of pure impulse and stress, her encounter with the beautiful girl, messing with her mind slightly (in a good way of course). Sirius, previously sipping on his coffee, would almost choke. That would worry daughter!reader slightly, not thinking rationally and starting to believe "Imagine they reject me". Girly would stress beyond relief, forgetting that Remus is gay and Sirius is bisexual— her own fathers.

Her train of thoughts would be stopped as she would hear heavy laughing from her fathers. Sirius would cough lightly, since he almost choked on his coffee, while giggling. Sirius would turn his body towards the backseat to look at his daughter, "Oh? Well papa and I are really proud of you for coming out honey, but we've known forever!" Daughter!reader would look at her dad, dumbfounded, "W-Wait what?!" She would stutter out in shock. Remus would look at her through the rear mirror, smiling, "Mhm, we've known ever since you we're in primary school sweetie!" Daughter!reader would be flabbergasted in the backseat, only able to mutter out a shock 'How?'. Sirius would nod in agreement at Remus' previous words, "You we're 7 honey and you had a crush on everyone, no matter the gender. You even kissed a girl in second grade!" Remus would laugh, "I remember that! You kept giggling happily while telling us."

The poor girl would blink multiple time, looking at Sirius, "W-Well.. I-Is it alright..?" Sirius would be laughing his ass off, Remus nudging him to stop, a giggle of his own coming out. It was a red light so Remus could finally turn his head slightly towards the backseat to look at daughter!reader, "Of course It's alright sweetpea! We don't care as long as you're happy!" Sirius nudged Remus with his elbow, a grin on his face, "She was bound to join us at some point~ We're a whole LGBTQ family!"

Daughter!reader would finally relax, her rational thoughts coming back into memories, remembering how her dads are gay so of course they would accept her! She would kinda feel dumb but brush it off at the same time. She joined in with the giggling of her parents, "So why did you guys never tell me?" Daughter!reader asked curiously, tracing the cover of her book with her finger while looking up from time to time at the front seats. Remus would start driving again, the red light turning green, "Because we let you find out on your own sweetpea"

Daughter!reader would smile softly, feeling relieved and happy. The calm moment would be short lived though as Sirius, stretching into his passenger seat, "So who's the lucky person?" A grin was proudly plastered on his face.

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : This was so much fun to write! I meant do a part two where they playfully nudge daughter!reader to ask the tall girl for her number!

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spooky1magazine1bread · 1 year

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What I think hq characters do when they can’t sleep

Tanaka- Ponder deep, yet pointless thoughts, e.g. Do the models in preplaced picture frame photos buy the frame and just keep it as is?

Bokuto- Freak out as a result of sleep deprivation. Embrace the slight hallucination that sets in, causing you to see silhouettes in the corner of his eyes and sense a ghoulish, evil presence that leads to him calling you or Akkashi

Kita- Piles himself in blankets and stares at the ceiling counting tiles.

Yamaguchi- worry. Like when he brushed the barista’s hand at Starbucks when he took his coffee that morning or when that weird girl on the bus caught him trying to take a picture of him to show Tsukki when he got to practice.

Iwaizumi- I think he watches the same movie over and over when he can't sleep. *cough cough* godzilla

Oikawa- Watch the stars at night. Eat pizza. Laying flat on his back. Admiring the peace and tranquility of the night sky.

Kuroo- Studies. Lays on his bed or he is at his desk and just studies until he gets tired.

Tendou- Climbs to the top of the roof. He probably has a playlist for when he is thinking of you and plays that.

Ushijima- after some debate with himself I feel that he would call or text you.

Suna- Goes on a late night drive.

Kyoken- goes on a walk at night, it's not like anyone will come up to him.

Terushima- probably some impulsive shit like dyes his hair or pierces his own ear

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risustravelogue · 1 year

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With You, From Now On

Summary:

It's Alhaitham's birthday, and his wish is to spend it with you.

Featuring:

Boyfriend!Alhaitham, the birthday guy himself! 🎉

Tone:

Fluff!!!

Note:

Something I wrote in a few hours for Alhaitham's birthday. I love this man so much 🥲 I kind of feel guilty I couldn't come up with any ideas before his birthday comes. But hey, I guess this impromptu thing works too! Enjoy! 💚

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

It’s Alhaitham’s birthday.

How did you know this? The Akasha, of course. The notification was the first thing you saw when you woke up. You stopped over at the Grand Bazaar to buy some groceries before going to the Akademiya, thinking to gift your crush something nice. When you arrived at the House of Daena, you skipped over to a familiar gray head’s spot and plopped onto the chair beside him.

“Happy birthday!” you whispered.

He glanced at you, then back to his book. “Thanks, I guess.”

You pouted and crossed your arms. “That’s it? Not even a smile?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really celebrate my birthday anymore. Not since my grandmother died.”

You carefully pushed his book away. “Well,” you smiled, “I’ll celebrate it with you from now on. How does that sound?”

He sighed. The resigned look in his sharp turquoise-red eyes and the small smile growing on his lips made you blush. “It’d be nice,” he said, his gaze meeting yours. “But nothing grand, please. Also, can we do this at my house? I don’t want everyone to start approaching me to give me their congratulations.”

You smiled. “I knew you’d say that, so I took the liberty to go grocery shopping for a bit of domestic celebration.” You gestured at the grocery bag on the desk. “Let me make some stew for you,” you said with a proud grin. “My friends say my stew’s really good.”

“Stew? Ah, sorry. I don’t really like soupy food,” he said with an apologetic look in his eyes.

“Oh, okay, I’ll think of something.” You mulled over your options, racking your brain for a similar recipe.

“Well,” you said after a while, “I know of another recipe using these that’s mess-free. We just need to buy some eggs on the way back.”

He nodded in approval, the small smile on his lips growing slightly wider. “That would be ideal.”

He ended up liking your cooking so much, he asked you to teach him how to make it himself.

—

It’s early in the morning. You bring an especially large baklava from Alhaitham’s favorite bakery to his house. You walk with hurried steps to catch your boyfriend before he goes to the office. The homeowner answers the door.

You hand the box of baklava over to him. “Happy birthday!”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

A blond head pops from the guest bedroom. “Today is your birthday?”

You stare at the architect over your boyfriend’s shoulder in shock. “Wait. Kaveh, you didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t,” he says with a shrug.

Your brain works overtime as you wonder why Kaveh is surprised that today is Alhaitham’s birthday. Then, a sudden wave of realization hits you.

“Haitham,” you say, trying to articulate your thoughts. “Did you… intentionally let me see your birthday on the Akasha back then?”

Alhaitham freezes. His eyes flit away from you. Kaveh blinks cluelessly.

“Oh, I hit the bullseye,” you smirk. “Let me guess, you did it because you already had a crush on me at the time.”

He coughs. A blush creeps onto his cheeks. “I—I hadn’t realized my feelings then. It was—it was just an impulsive moment.”

“I see,” you say with a proud huff. “Impulsive when it comes to me, hmm? I’m honored.”

He walks away from you, leaving the door open behind him. You can see Kaveh’s teasing grin, gesturing at you that your boyfriend’s blushing. You follow Alhaitham into the house and join him in the kitchen. Kaveh follows not long after to hover over the baklava. You sit together in the living room to eat your portion while chatting the morning away. Kaveh finishes his slice first, and when he goes to the kitchen to wash his plate, Alhaitham pulls you against him. He dips in to kiss you with his arms circling around your waist.

“I’m glad I can spend this year’s birthday with you again,” he says quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder. “I hope you’ll be beside me until my last one.”

You turn to kiss his ear, your chest warm with affection. “Of course. That’s a promise.”

—

“Oh, get a room!”

#alhaitham #alhaitham's birthday #his birthday!!!#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #kurisu writes

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red1culous · 1 year

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Once Over

You nodded, looking back at her with a smile.

She blushes a little and to your surprised curiosity starts to fidget with the hem of her jacket.

“Hey y/n” she says tilting her head. “Surprised to see you here” she adds a hint of something nervous in her voice.

“Mmm” you breathe wiping the grease off your hands with the rag that’s stuffed into your jeans pocket.

“So what is this?” she take a few awkward steps towards you. She lets out a soft huff before tucking her hands into her pockets then promptly removing them and folding them across her chest. You smile internally at how nervous her deliberate actions seem to be.

“You got yourself a bike?” she says a smirk playing on her lips.

You can’t help the half smile that creeps onto your face. “Yea. Second hand. Or third…it’s a little old and needs work.”

“Well somebody’s got a type,” she says nonchalantly this time with a full smile that exposes her teeth.

You throw the dirty rag at her and she catches it with ease. She thinks she may have overstepped a boundary when you say nothing. But there is a glimmer in your eye that reminds her of the you that made her want to change everything about herself. Something that made her want to try.

You throw one leg over the bike and lean forward to hold onto the handlebars. Internally you scold yourself for having spent too much money on essentially a rust bucket. Talk about impulse buys.

“She needs a lot of work” you sigh as you lean back. You’re acutely aware of her eyes following your every movement, though you try not to think about it.

Or her.

Or how much you wanted nothing more than to have her move much closer to you.

Natasha hums.

It was then you made the mistake of looking at her. Sure enough she was staring at you with those eyes. Soft and inviting. Despite everything they glowed and you find yourself captivated.

You cough to cover up your embarrassment and clamber, not very gracefully, off the bike. “What?” you add hoping that the question would buy you some time for your brain to reform from the mush that it had melted into.

“Oh…nothing” she half smiles as she takes pity on you and shifts her eyes to her boots.

“Chance” you say after a beat to break the awkward silence.

“‘scuse me?”

“I’m calling her Chance” you say straightening out the creases in your pants and walk towards her.

You’re standing closer to her than you have in a while. She lets out a sigh of relief.

“Funny name for a girl” she knocks against your shoulder with hers.

“Could’ve been worse” you reply bumping her back then mirroring her pose.

Nat hums in contemplation and you find yourself missing that low throaty sound.

“…as in second or last?” she half whispers clearing her throat softly.

“I haven’t gotten that far yet” you reply.

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