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silly-writes · 9 months

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Hi! I love your work! Can you do a Mike + alters, Scott, Alejandro (seperate) x reader where the reader has really bad sensory issues, especially with loud noises, and can have panic attacks from them? if your not okay with writing this then that’s totally fine /gen. it’s important to take care of yourself.

Contestants with reader who gets overstimulated.

Aaa thank u for this request anon! Yes i'm totally comfortable writing this kind of stuff! Thanks for being so kind about it! As an autistic person with really bad sensory issues myself I actually find it a thearputic, lol. Okay enough about me, enjoy!

Mike

dealing with a traumagenic disorder (DID) I would imagine he's honestly kind of in the same boat.

He's no stranger to panic attacks, and is pretty well versed by now in how to deal with them.

The first time it happens though he's sort of an anxious wreck, he's just nervous that trying to help might make it worse, but he doesn't want to leave your side.

He gives you lot's of words of encouragement, and helps you through breathing exercises, and gets you plenty of water.

"It's okay, breathe with me, I'm right here," he assures you gently.

If you require pressure/physical contact during your panic attacks, he's more than happy to give you that.

He gets good at catching them too, he'll always be able to identify when you're about to spiral because of too much noise or too bright lights, and he'll find a quiet secluded room so he can work through it with you.

"Sorry you have to deal with this too," you said, after a particularly bad one, you still felt dizzy, and tears still stained your face, but you had come out of it now, and felt a little guilty.

"Hey don't apologize, I don't mind. Not at all."

He's just very caring with this kind of stuff in general.

Manitoba

Maintoba is similar to Mike, and I would think he likes to carry around a backpack whenever he is fronting (you never know when you're going to run into treasure). So he always keeps noise canceling headphones and a pair of sunglasses in there just for you.

Honestly I headcanon him as the caretaker of the system, so I imagine he's used to caring for people during panic attacks.

He's very observant, probably even more so than Mike, so he's better at avoiding them all together by identifying what situations you can handle and what you can't.

He always does a little research before the two of you go out in the environment to ensure that it doesn't seem loud/bright/overstimulating.

However sometimes these things are just unavoidable, and inevitable.

He'll provide you with whatever physical comfort you require, if any at all.

Anything you need, he's there to get for you.

"Take all the time in the world treasure, I'll still be here," he said.

He's all around good at keeping you grounded, and just good at being there with you.

Svetlana

I would think Svetlana is probably the protector/gatekeeper, most of her comfort comes from her just being fiercely loyal.

She'll be there no matter what, and you take great comfort in that fact.

She's not as good with being traditionally comforting, since it's a little out of her element.

Not that she doesn't try of course, she really cares about you, and she wants that to come across.

(I would think she would panic a little and ask Manitoba and Mike for help from the inner world).

But she would absolutely stay with you, coaching you through breathing exercises, talking to try and distract you.

Eventually if you let her know what you need (be it space, a distracting, physical comfort, quiet, dark) you name it, she will get it for you.

She's much better at caring for you after the panic attack honestly, when you feel really tired and put out, disoriented and just overwhelmed.

"Svetlana's here now to melt all your worries away," she smiled at you once.

She'll almost always bring you home, or take you to a secluded room, and just hangout with you. She'll turn all the lights off and sit in silence with you so you can have basically zero sensory input for a little while.

She'll absolutely stay with you until you feel yourself again.

Mal

Okay things with Mal are a little tricky.

He's for sure a former prosecutor and after a bit of system healing, definitely prosecutor turned protector.

Don't get me wrong though, he can still be a little nasty and snarky sometimes, but he's working on getting better.

Which is why he feels sort of out of his element when he's with you when you're having a panic attack.

He's not good at being comforting, and he barely knows what to do when he has a panic attack, so the first time it happens he completely freezes up.

He might even let someone else front to help you out instead of him.

After a while he gets better at keeping up with your triggers, and while he remains pretty awful at being comforting, he's good at grounding you.

He's glad sometimes that being there is enough sometimes, he doesn't know what he'd do if it wasn't.

"Sorry I can't do more..." he said one day.

You smile at him "You being here is enough sometimes."

Scott

Scott is also somewhat of a wreck I would imagine.

Growing up fairly isolated on a farm he's understandably really rough with being intune with people's emotions, he's not really all that good at reading you. Or anyone for that matter.

The first few times, he's shocked everytime.

What could be making you feel like this? He had no idea.

He would definitely need a list of all of your triggers, you have to tell him what helps you and what doesn't outright. Scott doesn't really like playing guessing games, especially when it comes to your safety and comfort.

Clear communication becomes pretty important for the two of you in all honesty, and the two of you work at it all the time.

Eventually he gets better at serving you during panic attacks, or meltdowns, he knows what to do after a little while.

Again I would think he's really good at protecting, so I think he's super good at keeping people away when he sees you're overstimulated.

"Don't touch them!" he huffed when someone was trying to tap you to get your attention.

Overall, he's really really trying for you, and knowing that is comfort enough.

Alejandro

It's no secret that Alejandro is very intune with people, just one of his many skills.

So he can tell right away from his very first meeting you, any loud noises, bright lights, things like that just don't mix well with you.

He steers clear of them when around you, always guiding you more towards quieter, much calmer and secluded dates.

When driving he turns the music down, and makes sure that all audio input looks like its helping you and not harming you.

Plus I feel like (and this is totally me projecting btw) he would carry around stim toys for you to distract yourself with, and headphones for when things are a lot.

But again, sometimes things just happen, and try as he might to protect you, it's not always possible.

He can always tell when things are getting to be a lot for you, he's good at reading everyone but you in specific.

He's really good at covering for you, if someone is asking where you are, or needs/wants to talk to you when you need to be alone he'll keep them away from you.

He'll spend as much time as you need helping you.

"Are you feeling better mi amor?" He would ask.

"Almost-" you said, voice a little course and shaky "-sorry," you said softly.

"Don't apologize, I don't mind at all."

Alejandro can be really nurturing when he wants to be.

He might deny it, deny it to the ends of the earth but he's very good at taking care of you.

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lyricalive · 9 months

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[Touhou Ship Week, Day 5]: TRUST + PERFORMANCE 🥁🎹

As music bares the soul, a duet is a performance of trust! You have to be on the same wavelength to match your partner's rhythm. 🎵

#touhou #thshipweek #railyri #raiko horikawa #lyrica prismriver #gotta upload by the deadline!!!#i wanted to make an older railyri compilation post first but aaaaaa!!!#soon!!!#fanart #this pose emphasizes mutual “trust”#because raiko is holding lyrica #and lyrica is also holding raiko('s drumstick)#i appreciated this double prompt so much #because i love talking about music as a soul-connecting activity #and there's a sort of inherent “consent factor” in musician/instrument ships that i value #it's really meaningful to me while also being lightheartedly free and bold and fun!!!#i hope you can feel the good vibes!~

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marcusagrippa · 2 months

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like. yes. humans are terrible a lot of the time. but holy shit it's so fucking insane that we even exist in the first place, let alone that we've built everything that we've built, let alone that we still have access to as much history as we do, and if i think too hard about stories i feel A Lot because it goes back and back and back and throughout everything that we've been through as a species, stories have always held us together, stories and dreams and poems and it fucks me up sometimes because when i'm studying poetry it's easy to think 'ugh this is so dull' but then you read one tiny line and then you're punched in the gut and you remember that this was written by a person, a person who was alive, once, and that in your hands your hold a tiny little piece of their heart and their hopes and their dreams, and it's sort of necromancy, isn't it, to read what they wrote and feel what they felt, and we're human and we've always been human, and if we've always had stories and words and poetry then they're us, really, and we're them, and i don't understand people who find literature boring because it's just it's the sum of everything that the author's ever known, every experience they've had, every other book they've read which has been the sum of everything another's ever known and there's not really a point to this but we are indistinguishable from our stories, we are our stories and our wars and our love and and and and

#this is nothing new at all but it feels new to me bc my brain has been numb from constant overstimulation for the last year and a half and i #haven't had the chance to actually experience a normal amount of human feelings in a while but when i read that one sappho fragment my brai #n exploded #i can't put it into words very well sorry #we've always wanted to be remembered!!! humans!!!! what the fuck!!!!#humans have always been human !!!!! how fucking insane is that !!!!! history is stabbing me repeatedly !!!!#i love you biased primary sources that tell us more about the author than the subject matter i love you sappho 31 and catullus 51 #i love you inspired by i love you translation i love you fragmentary works i love you i love you i love you #i love humans so much and i love that we've tried to make our (terrifying) existence a little bit less scary by making it beautiful instead #i got like two hours of sleep last night so my cringe filter is a little low. but. yeah.#classics tumblr has made me think about textual ghosts and necromancy a little more than is strictly healthy #i am tired but i am so full of wonder #this was prompted by that one bit of cat 1 and the sappho fragment i mentioned and the pharsalia and probably pro caelio too #humans #humans my beloved #humans!!!!!#poetry my beloved!!!! ancient history my beloved!!!! aaaaaa!!!!

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allysunny · 3 months

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Hello! First of all, congrats for your 200 followers ❤️✨. Great job!

Second? I wanna request

8+ 19 in patching up wounds prompt with Nanami ❤️🤭

"Don't go to work today" + "I've got you" + Patching up wounds x Nanami Kento

Words: 3.4k words

Warnings: Some angst, established relationships, mentions of wounds, bruises and stitches, very soft Nanami. If I missed anything, let me know!

A/N: Aaaaaa thank you so much Tarja! It makes me super happy that you decided to request, you know I'm a huuuge fan of your stuff!

This was an entry for my 200 Follower Event, which is still ongoing, so you can request something, if you'd like!

I wrote this in practically one sitting because it was hurting my heart. I knew exactly what to do when I saw the prompts you picked (and I think your choice was quite deliberate as well hahaha!) and I wanted to deliver the best thing ever. It's a bit short, but I just knew if I were to extend myself, we'd end up with a whole novel and I'd get carried away.

Without much further ado, I hope you all enjoy this! I had a blast writing it - I want to hug this man and never let him go! <3

Nanami’s tired sigh signalled his arrival home.

Instinctively, you got up from your spot on the couch and made your way towards him. And the vision before you shocked you to hell and back.

There’s blood all over his clothes; his once white shirt was now tainted a dozen crimson shades, and he was holding onto his stomach as he walked.

You looked at him, at his calm and collected demeanour, at the way his lips pressed into a tight line and his eyes took you in. A sigh of relief left his lips and he all but collapsed on top of you, burying his face on your hair.

“Hey – hey, careful now,” you mumbled, holding onto him tightly but still making sure he wouldn’t fall. “You’re – you’re injured. Kento, what happened?” you asked, looking up and cupping his jaw, looking for any injuries in his face. Thankfully, you find none.

“Occupational hazards,” he muttered against your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It relaxed him. You relaxed him, kept him grounded and sane. As long as he got to come back home to you, he’d be fine – he was sure of it.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You need to be taken care of.” You dragged him upstairs, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, and preparing a nice bath for him. While he takes off his clothes (assuring you that he wasn’t a baby and that he could get undressed by himself), you go fetch your first aid kid, far too used to the job of patching him up after long, hard missions.

He got inside the bathtub, warm water relieving his sore muscles instantly. He hissed softly when the water reached his stomach, but he said nothing and just sat down, leaning back against the marble tiles, and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to complain, not when he knew you were about to probably do the very same thing and reprimand him. He knew you loved him. You cared about him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, sitting by his side, and gently beginning to wash him.

“It was nothing,” he replied, eyes still closed.

“Yeah,” you scoffed in response, “Because a gash in your stomach is nothing. Why didn’t you ask Shoko to heal you up? I’m not a trained doctor, Kento.”

“It was late. Didn’t want to be out longer than necessary and possibly worry you even more about my location.” He opened his eyes, and you stared into those lovely amber pools that had never once failed to guide you. “Besides, I trust you to do it. You’ve patched me up before. Nothing you can’t do again. And I’ll heal up in no time.”

You sighed.

On one hand, it was sweet of him. Kento knew how much you worried about him, knew the restless nights you spent waiting for him to say something, text, call, just tell you that he was doing fine. It was considerate of him to get home right away.

On the other hand, it was so downright stupid. How could a man as smart as your husband think it was okay to switch the powers of a reverse curse user for your amateurish medical skills? Shoko had years of practice and experience. Your experience was based solely on fixing him up. They weren’t good, and he shouldn’t be relying on them as often as he did.

“I know that look,” he says softly, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. You could see the way he winced and tried to play it off as the water being too warm. Your husband never wanted to look weak in front of you. “I trust you. You’ve healed me up well in the past. This is nothing compared to what you’ve done before.”

You sighed and shook your head, continuing your process.

You cleaned the area around the wound, and once he was all clean, you helped him dry himself off with a towel. After that, you disinfected the wound and applied some healing ointments you knew had done the trick in the past. You covered his stomach with some bandage and gave it a soft kiss after you were done. It was sort of your magical touch – after the first time, Kento swore it was that simple thing that had managed to get him to heal up quickly and begs you to do it every time.

“There,” you said, caressing his jaw. “All done. But I’m not stitching you – last time I did it, it got all infected, and I’m not risking your health. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Shoko, and she’ll take care of this. Alright?”

“Yes Doctor Nanami,” Kento smiled dutifully and leaned over to connect his lips to yours. You could still feel some of the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, and tried to push those thoughts away as you kissed him back.

“And now, off to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You helped him up and brought him to your bedroom, where he sat down on your bed with a small grunt. You shot him a worried expression, but he just raised his hands as to assure you everything was alright. With your help, he laid down completely, and you were quick to slot yourself in between his arms. He brought you close and kissed your temple.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” you said, yawning right after.

Nanami smiled and kissed your temple once again, muttering sweet words of adoration until you both fell asleep.

The next day, Kento stayed home.

The only time he left, was to go to Jujutsu High, to get checked on by Shoko. You went with him, not wanting him out of your sight – not when he was injured, and the world of curses never slept.

“Everything should be fine now, but you still have to disinfect the wound some more every time you shower,” she said, fetching for the pack of cigarettes on her pocket and lighting one up and turning to you. “You did a pretty good job patching him up. Why the lack of stiches?”

“I didn’t want them to get infected like last time. I figured he’d be better off like this.”

“You still did a good job.” She puffed out some smoke and shrugged. “You’d do a fine job here with me. How about you consider it? I could use an extra set of hands and – “

“With all due respect, Ieiri, I don’t want to get my wife involved in this world.” Nanami cut her off, placing a protective arm around your waist. “It’s bad enough she has to tend to me sometimes, I won’t let her see the gruesome sights I know you have to deal with on a daily basis.”

Shoko shrugged.

“My offer still stands.”

You both thanked her and made your way home, where Nanami offered to cook up your favourite dish as an apology for getting hurt last night. You sat by your kitchen table, happily watching him as he cut and mixed and did a wonderful job at recreating the food you loved so much.

While you two waited, he took you in his arms and spun you gently around the kitchen, swaying to the rhythm of jazz playing in the radio. He hummed in your ear and kissed you gently. It was soft and slow, and the day was yours to enjoy, so you let yourself melt into his touch. Your husband was safe and sound and nothing could reach you two.

It was good. It was great.

In fact, it felt far too good to be true.

And you feared something was coming up to disrupt your peace.

“I was thinking of staying in tonight,” you said against his chest, the soft beating of his heart almost enough to lull you to sleep. Staying in. Yes. Keeping him home. Safe and sound with you.

“And why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, it’s Halloween. I thought we could go out and celebrate it.”

“We don’t have costumes.” Nanami deadpanned.

“I’m sure we’d find something. But now I just want to stay in with you. Maybe order some takeout, watch a scary movie. What do you think?”

Nanami hummed and bent down to kiss you softly once again, swallowing the soft moan you rewarded him with.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

You spent the rest of the day lazing around, curled up on the couch, watching movies or catching up with old shows that had been long forgotten. At some point, you were sure your husband was taking a nap, and you could only smile, glad he was getting some rest.

“I’m going to shower,” you yawned, looking out of the window. Afternoon was turning into night, and you wanted to clean up the laziness off your body.

“I’ll join you.”

“Ha! No, mister, you’re not going anywhere. No funny business until you’re all healed.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t I shower with my wife anymore?” he faked a surprised expression, and you smiled, glad to see your husband allowed himself to be more laidback at home.

“You can, but you would have to keep your hands to yourself, and I know that’s not possible.”

“You offend me, darling. I am familiar with discipline.”

“The hell you are,” you chuckled, standing up and offering him your hand. “But come on. I need to disinfect your wound again.”

He did as you asked, and you found yourselves in the bathroom once again. You were sitting by his side as usual and were carefully tending to his wound when his phone rang.

“Just leave it – that’s Gojo’s ringtone.” He muttered with a sigh – a sigh that conveyed just how frustrated he was with his coworker.

You nodded and went back to working on his wound but were interrupted by the loud noise of his phone once again. You gave your husband a sympathetic look and he sighed once again, nodding. Standing up, you went to retrieve his phone, only to pick the call up while you returned to the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“[Y/N]? Is Nanami in there?” Gojo asked, urgency clear in his voice.

“Wow, hello to you too, Satoru. What do you want Kento for?”

“Just – please, give the phone to him.”

“Is everything okay?” Now you were getting worried. Gojo was never serious, and he sounded far too worried right now.

“Just put him on the phone!”

So, you did. You couldn’t make out just what the conversation was about. Just that Gojo was extremely worried, and he probably wanted Nanami’s help.

“Hm.” You heard your husband mutter. “I see. Shibuya. Mhm. Who else? Kusakabe? Hm.”

You tried to put the pieces together yourself.

There was something happening in Shibuya, and Gojo needed your husband’s help. Other people were going too, and by the list of names Nanami repeated, you could tell it was probably serious – a lot of people were going.

“I’ll be there in 10.” Having said this, he hung up.

“So?” you asked, looking at him.

“Something is happening in Shibuya Station. Gojo needs my help leading a team of sorcerers.”

Your stomach fell.

Of course. It was far too good to be true. The little peace you’d crafted for yourself and Nanami – it wasn’t real. And something did come to disturb it.

Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball next to you, you dabbled it softly all over the wound, trying your best not to apply too much pressure. This whole thing gave you the creeps. You couldn’t tell what it was – wife’s intuition, a 5th sense. All you knew was that you did not your husband to leave the house.

You didn’t want your peace disrupted. You could feel something was about to happen.

“Please don’t,” you whispered, refusing to meet his eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t go, Kento.” You repeated, this time more firmly. “Don’t go to work please, just today” After you were done disinfecting the wound, he stood up and quickly grabbed his clothes. You knew the look in his eyes, the determined look that told you he was entering work mode, he was entering overtime.

He sighed and started walking towards the bedroom, picking the first suit he saw on his closet – the beige one, with the dark blue shirt. You liked that suit. It wasn’t very conventional, he could’ve picked a far more “normal” colour to wear like dark blue or even black – but the tan colour matched nicely with his brown eyes, and the dark blue of his shirt contrasted well with his fair skin.

“Gojo sounded worried. I think this is serious. I’ll be back in no time, you’ll see,” he told you, putting his shirt on and grabbing the holster his blunt sword.

“Please – Kento, you’re injured.” You told him, walking to his side. “You can’t go like this!”

“Shoko healed me up, didn’t she? And so did you. I’ll be fine, I promise.” His voice was as reassuring as always, but all you felt in your stomach was a pit that threatened to swallow you whole.

“Not tonight. I – I have a bad feeling about this, I really do,” you held onto his hand, and forced him to look at you, to see the fear and worry in your eyes. He did, and stopped in his tracks, cupping your face with both his hands.

“I promise you; I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured.

“You don’t get it – I have a terrible feeling about this mission. Please stay home,” tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you found it hard to speak, anxiety clogging in your throat and making it burn. “Just for tonight. You can’t go tonight.”

“Honey, they need me. They need my help – what if someone is in danger?”

“Surely they can get someone other than you!” you exclaimed, tears now rolling down your cheeks. It broke his heart to see you like this, crying before him. Nanami brushed your tears away and shook his head.

“They can’t. Gojo knows how much I hate overtime. I can tell he’s being serious right now.”

“They have other sorcerers! Gojo can send in other sorcerers! It can’t always be you! Shit – Please! Kento, don’t go tonight. I’m begging you, stay home.”

Nanami looked at you, furrowing his brows ever so slightly. He knew you. Better than he knew himself, he was sure. He knew you cared about him deeply, he knew you worried like crazy. But you’d never stopped him from going on missions. Sure, you’d try to beg for just five more minutes in bed with him, wanting to cherish every second you got to hold him in your arms, and you checked up on him several times a day just to make sure he was doing fine.

But you never stopped him from doing what he had to do.

You understood how much Jujutsu Sorcery meant to him. You understood why he did what he did, and never once got in his way. You knew it was his calling, and you couldn’t stop him. After all, you loved him. And no matter how much you wanted to protect him; you would always let him do what he felt like he had to.

Today was different.

“And you want me to stay home because you… you have a feeling?” he repeated your words back, shaking his head ever so slightly. “[Y/N], you know I can’t. A feeling is not enough. They need my help.”

“They can get someone else’s!” You were crying now. Actually crying and holding onto his hands as if they were your lifeline. To you, they were. “I, I can’t explain it Kento. I just know something terrible is about to happen. And you’re injured, you haven’t healed completely yet, I… I can’t lose you Kento! I can’t – I’m not ready to say goodbye to you. I don’t think I ever will!”

You embraced him tightly, burying your face on his chest and clutching his blue shirt in your fists as you sobbed.

“I just know… I know… I can feel it… I know something awful is going to happen… Please don’t leave me – don’t leave tonight… I love you Kento, I – I can’t lose you…”

Nanami hugged you back as you sobbed, running a gentle hand through your hand in an attempt to comfort you. He pondered his choices.

Gojo sounded desperate. Something big had clearly happened and he was needed. No other sorcerer could rival his technique alone – there was a good reason, after all, he was a Grade 1 Sorcerer. He could go out and help. They probably needed his help more than anything else. And his guidance.

But you… You just looked so frightened, so anxious. Scared that some force more powerful than him would take his soul, his life. He titled your head up with his other hand and took you all in. Your eyes were red from all the crying, your nose was runny, and your lips were puffy and open as you mumbled a string of pleas, all with the same intent. Don’t leave tonight.

He’d never seen you like this.

And he was positive he never wanted to do so ever again.

“Okay,” he whispered.

Your eyes were wide as saucers and your breath quickened.

“Really?”

Nanami hummed in response and kissed you sweetly. You, however, kissed him with all you were feeling. The anxiety and fear of losing him, the desperation to keep him by your side, the undying love you had for him. You poured all these emotions into your kiss, hoping they’d speak louder than the words you couldn’t come up with. You then looked at him and teared up again, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Bread, fireplace, and fresh new books. He smelled like home.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled, still running his hand through your hair. “I’ve got you.”

You stood like that for a while, in his arms while he whispered soothing words in your ear.

After a while, he picked you up and took you to the living room, sitting on the couch and placing you on his lap. You snuggled into him, refusing to let him go. Your hands were all over him, and you tried to get closer to him, as if that were even possible. You were so tangled up; it was hard to tell where he ended, and you began.

Nanami silently took the TV remote and picked a movie you had mentioned wanting to watch for Halloween night. He held you close, covering both of your bodies with a blanket, his hand firmly on your thigh to remind you that he was here.

Gojo needed his help. That was true. And however dramatic he may be, he could be serious when he wanted, and forego his cocky, careless demeanour.

But you needed him. And Nanami had spent far too many nights out in missions, coming home battered black and blue, covered in blood and big purple bruises, worrying you to death. He’d seen how you looked at him earlier – like you truly believed he would be taken away from you. And it broke his heart.

Gojo could manage on his own. He’d done it before. Nanami had sacrificed far too many hours for Jujutsu Sorcery. Surely, he’d done enough to warrant a night off, to spend with the love of his life. Right?

“Thank you,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry again.

“I love you. And I don’t want to worry you.” Was his ushered reply as he placed soft kisses on the side of your head. He felt you smile into his skin, and the gesture was enough to make him melt in your embrace.

Yeah.

He’d surely done enough to earn a night with you.

Gojo could manage.

For now, all he wanted was to curl up with his wife on the couch, and comfort her until she no longer cried, watch a movie or two, chuckle when she got scared and hid in his chest.

Yeah.

He’d earned it.

Because nothing could ever matter more than you.

A/N: And that's it!!! I hope I managed to give all Nanami fans some solance - in my head, this is how it went down. Nanami stayed home with us, and later he retired and we moved to Malaysia. All is well.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I certainly did - I love writing for Nanami. He's such an interesting character!

Have a wonderful day (and weekend) ahead, everyone! <3

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thisismeracing · 1 year

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hiii, would you mind doing prompt 8 with lewis hamilton please ? i love your writing 🥹

Heyyy 🥹💓 thanks, I'm really glad to hear that, nonny!!! here you go, hope you like it!

From the Quick Prompt List: 8. “You said you wanted to be my friend”

word count: 1.4k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN AAAAAA)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: angst (w happy ending), not proofread, mentions of a breakup, pinning - friends to lovers trope.

When Yn called crying he didn't waste any time to show up at her door. Lewis knew he was the first person she called because that was just how they worked, they prioritized the other above all things. That was one of the reasons Jackson, Yn's ex, gave for the sudden breakup, he thought they were in love, he thought that Lewis was a looming figure, he felt like a third party in his own relationship, and it didn't matter how many times Yn repeated they were just friends Jackson was convinced either Lewis and Yn were too blind to see or he was being lied to.

When the pilot got there he used the spare key he had to get inside, he took some seconds to look around the living room, some tissues on top of the coffee table, along with an open pint of ice cream and one of her favorite books.

"Hey," he whispered when Yn showed up at the door separating the kitchen from the living room. She gave him a weak smile before running into his open arms and letting the storm take its place.

"He didn't even have a good reason, Lew," she sobbed burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Lewis brought her body close and gave a light tap on her back, a sign for her to lace her legs around him so that he could carry her. He walked with Yn, now tangled in his body, to the couch where they sat together, and he heard the way she complained about the breakup. She wasn't telling him everything, though, and he knew well enough because after all, he was her best friend, yet he chose to just listen and comfort her.

The British watched as his own heart broke at the sight of the woman he loved crying over someone else. ]

"Am I unlovable? Am I a bad lover?" Yn asked after her cries subsided, Lewis's hands going up and down her back in a soothing caress. Her question was more of a conversation with herself because her first two exes complained about her best friend too, which at the time she thought was just jealousy, now, the third time sends her a message, right? No way three of her last partners didn't like Lewis without a reason. What's there not to like about him? she thought. "I must be horrible to be around," she muttered in a huff and Lewis took a deep breath deciding he had enough.

He didn't want to confess his feelings like this, but he also couldn't watch as Yn searched for a problem inside her when it wasn't about her, but about those idiots who let her go. Who could have her a let her go? And Lewis knew her enough to know that he would try to explain for hours and she would still say the problem was her, so he decided it was time to come clean.

"The problem is not you, Yn, it was never you. It can't be you because it pains me to not be around you, it physically hurts me not being able to hug you all the time. I wish I could carry you around everywhere, I wish you could be my forever. You could never be the problem, because you're the solution, at least to me. I love you so much and it fucking kills me to watch you cry for yet another guy all the while trying to search problems on yourself when you're just...perfect."

Yn was silent for a minute. Her eyes were wide open staring ahead of Leiws at her white walls, lips slightly parted. For a second he thought that maybe he was good at hiding his feelings. It's a beat before she's scrambling off his lap, leaving the couch and standing in the middle of her living room with an accusatory look towards him.

"You said you wanted to be my friend!" Yn sticks her point finger at him, her other hand holding at her chest like it would prevent her heart from beating any faster.

Lewis keeps his sitting position on the couch, head hanging down before mustering the courage to look her in the eyes again, "I didn't lie," he states.

"Then you care to explain to me how all of a sudden you're in love with me?"

"It's not sudden, I've been in love with you for years now, Yn. You just didn't see it," his tone is not harsh but his words made her take a step back. "When we met and I said I wanted to be your friend I wasn't lying, I still wanna be your best friend, but I want to be your lover as well, I want you to have a friend in your partner because I know you never did with the other guys. I want everything with you," Lewis confessed.

Yn shakes her head, tears spilling from her eyes like a waterfall. The realization that maybe all her past boyfriends were right: she was oblivion to the fact that there was something between her and her best friend. He loved her and Yn felt guilty for a second because she couldn't find it in her to deny that maybe it was mutual. Maybe she went through three breakups in the past few years because she was afraid of being alone and having to face her own feelings for Lewis.

Still, she shook her head looking away.

She watched from her peripheral vision as Lewis got up from her couch, one hand inside the pockets of his pants, the other sticking in her direction, instinctively she took a step back.

He winced.

It physically hurt her too, but she couldn't stop the tears nor the tsunami of thoughts about all their interactions and all her feelings and how she was blind to the truth all this time.

"Call me if you need me," the Brit whispered before heading to the door and leaving Yn to the sound of her own breath and then the sound of her own sobs because now she was crying harder than when Jackson broke up with her. The truth was, she did not really care about Jackson, she liked him just fine, his breaking up with her hurt her ego and put her on the spot of looking inside herself again, which was not good, or so she thought.

But Lewis leaving?

Lewis leaving felt like part of her went too. Like someone broke her in half and threw the other piece somewhere no one could find.

How would life be without Lewis?

She took some time to think, took hours watching the city go by from her window, all while mentally cursing herself. She could have faced it before. They could have been together for years. Yn was so tired of letting her fears speak louder than her desires. Lewis was so much braver and bolder than her, she took a deep breath and prayed for it to rub a bit in her, his boldness, his courage because it was too late to back away when the Uber accepted her ride to his address.

It was the middle of the night, almost two thirty in the morning the last time she checked her phone, but still, she wanted to be bold, to have courage, she didn't want to waste any more time.

Yn buzzed his doorbell nonstop until a pajama-clad Lewis Hamilton opened the door with a confused frown on his face. She didn't give him much time to question before starting.

"I am so sorry, I feel so dumb, I should have been more honest with myself and with you, Lewis."

"I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"I love you," she confessed. "I love you too and I was just too afraid to lose our friendship to confess it, I didn't want to see my feelings for what it was, and I made you suffer in the process. I am truly sorry for that."

It was like a height left her shoulders.

"Am I still in time to be your best friend but also your lover and biggest admirer and whatever more there is to be?"

Lewis chuckled rolling his eyes at her cute antics before sweeping her off of her feet into a tight hug that gave them just enough space to stare at each other's faces and finally kiss.

Wrote this while listening to "Nobody gets me" by queen SZA. Hope yall like this, I am way too sleepy to try and proofread or look for basic mistakes, so I'm really sorry if you see those. Don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada it makes me happy and inspires me to write more, do it without thinking twice <3 *mwah*

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #f1 imagines #lewis hamilton one shot #requests #millie writes #blurbs #prompt party #lewis hamilton x you #lh44

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fictoculus · 9 months

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as a cyno fan, i really loved your work "they're crying... but why" aaaaaa can i request for another cyno x reader one where cyno cried and theres reader who tried to comfort him? thanks a lot!

౨ৎ crying hcs; reverse comfort...

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FEAT... cyno

A/N... thanks so much for the request, i'm glad you liked my writing! i was slightly confused by your prompt (which isn't your fault dw ^^) so i decided to do heacanons with how you (reader) would comfort him and how he would act when upset rather than reasons why he's crying, i hope that's ok ♡

♪ it's very rare for cyno to let you see him when he cries, so when he's stood infront of you, shoulders slumped over and shaking, your heart ached.

♪ the two of you would stand for a moment, you being frozen with shock, cyno being too embarrassed to mutter a word. only when he starts to break down more do you snap yourself out of it, holding your arms out for him to lean into your chest; which he did.

♪ he seemed almost timid when he entered your arms, hiding his face in your chest, but not wrapping himself around you. instead, he stood with his arms stiff at his sides, his head buried in your shirt.

♪ you, however, do hold him, squeezing him slightly and rubbing circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he let out choked sobs.

"you're ok, shhh, everything's gonna be ok..." "i love you... so much" "just let it all out, love, cry as much as you need"

♪ eventually, he does calm down, his breathing evening out, his shoulders no longer trembling under your touch. his face is still pressed into your chest though, and you can feel the dampness of his tears against you. you didn't mind, of course, but cyno made sure to apologise once he pulled away, wiping his face with his hands and sighing deeply

"i'm- sorry about that... i think i'm going to head back out, there are some things i need to finish up..." "no, stay"

♪ you'd insist, keeping a firm grip on his wrist as he tried to walk away; there's no way in teyvat that you'd let him keep working when he'd come to you crying.

♪ pulling him back towards you, you rest your hands on his shoulders, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort before kissing his nose. a few stray tears began to roll down his cheeks, but you kissed them away before he had the chance to wipe them away himself.

"you looked so... so broken when you came in, cyno. i can't let you go back out there when you're this upset... so please, stay?"

♪ he sighs, nodding meekly and looking into your eyes, seeing only a look of pure adoration...

"don't- don't look at me like that..." "like what?" "like that" "love, i think you're going to have to be more specific i-" "[name]" "alright, alright, i'm sorry"

♪ you apologise, stiiffling your laugh as you slide your hands down from his shoulders, intertwining your fingers with his. gently, you pull him behind you, taking the two of you to the bedroom where you'd cuddle until the sun sets.

♪ cuddles with cyno are more comforting and more cozy than any rainy evening, or any hot chocolate, or book, or candle; archons, it was better than all of those combined. the way he hugs you is just perfect, and he looks so pretty with his hair all in his face. you love his bedhead, being able to tuck stray hairs behind his ear is the thing you looks forward to every morning.

♪ however, because your poor boyfriend was upset, and probably feeling quite vulnerable, you decided to be the one holding him; wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into you, nestling your face in his hair and taking in his scent. he was quite flustered, to say the least, thinking you weren't aware of his flushed pink cheeks, or the way he jolted slightly when he felt your hands snaking around him.

"is this ok?" "... yes, just, don't let go, 'kay?" "i won't, i promise... get some sleep, love, you can tell me all about it tomorrow" "goodnight, [name], i love you" "i love you, cyno, sleep well"

♪ and with that, you kiss him goodnight, shuffling around slightly to find the perfect position, pulling the covers up so that they're just below cyno's nose, making sure he was comfortable before you let yourself drift off to sleep...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #cyno #cyno x reader #cyno fluff #cyno headcanons #reverse comfort #nb!reader #gn!reader #.typingptera

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yeowhy · 1 year

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voicemail. :; AAA. i’m so tired ‘n desperate, tbh. anyway, i may post again tomorrow if I’m not busy and have the energy to. c: i also ended this abruptly because i have no motivation, sorry. </3

content in this post include:: sub!diluc + dom!reader. diluc is trans. [ reader may be seen as amab or trans, it’s up to you !! <3 ]

a/n :; i wanna treat him sos wel please oen chance snoajdsolsks a/n no. 2 ;: THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FAR TOO LONG SO I'M GOING TO POST IT NOW. crying because i'm embarrassed about writing,, aaaaaa - tags r also fucked up because I'm wayyy to tired to actually do anything right now

fem. dni ♡

diluc had no idea what to do. all he could do was feel your tongue against his slick folds, gently licking him while your thumbs rubbed against his thighs.

it felt so good, too. his hands were clinging desperately, tugging at your hair as he panted heavily. his skin was covered with sweat and his legs were shaking around your head, desperately pulling you closer to him. your soft tongue prodded against diluc’s hole, feeling him weakly clench around whatever you had of your tongue inside him.

“ hnnghh..” diluc whined loudly, his hips bucking up against your tongue - practically humping against your face. you pulled away, gently kissing his sensitiveness. “shh.. i know, ‘luc. just wait a bit longer. “

the red head whimpered as he pulled you up to his face, staring at you pleadingly. “ plea.. please, just. inside. want you inside me.” the man cried, hugging you close - grinding himself against you, which prompted a soft moan from you both.

“ not today. i just wanna focus on you, is that okay, ‘luc?” you murmured against his neck, breath tickling his skin. the man whined in protest but nodded. at this point, he’d take anything you gave him.

you smiled, placing an open mouthed kiss to his neck, beginning to slowly trail your fingers to his hole. the red head gasped quietly, his head leaning back as he starting to squirm again. “shh. don’t move too much, darling. just focus on me.“

diluc nodded in response, stilling himself as he let you gently prod a finger into him. he forced his eyes closed, letting himself be submerged in the pleasure - letting out a long whine in the process. his body relaxed against the bed, only having you on his mind.

“ good boy, just like that. you’re doing so good, my love.”

#trans diluc #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x m!reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin x male reader smut #diluc x reader smut

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 7 months

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Hi! So I saw that your requests are open and im absolutely obsessed with the way you write Astarion, Ascended Astarion specifically 🤤 (you got me going crazy).

From the prompt list you gave, i liked this sentence:

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

I thought this would be great for an Ascended Astarion and his Spawn!Tav

Again, love your writing, i followed you instantly after reading one of ur posts, and if you do make this request, thank you! 🫶

-Anon ☠️

Thank you anon!! <3 aaaaaa glad yall like these silly writings lol

Send asks using this prompt

Rated M

Warning: it sad

When your master had forced you to be his spawn, he had cared for you the way a person cares for a pet. In your room, cage, he gave you everything. Beautiful clothes, any instrument you desire, a steady supply of blood, and his love. You were his latest spawn, his angel of music, a bird to sing for him alone.

The ascension reminds you of the ritual your master used on you binding you and unwillingly marking you as a child of Kanchelsis. A vampiric beast, the ultimate beauty and power. The ascension is similar, lots of blood and sacrifices; and one person who ultimately benefits.

Astarion ascended… You tried to talk him out of it, begged him not to go down a road you could not follow.

But… He did it.

You feared he would change, change from the man who you wrote a ballad for into a monster who would see the world as cattle. And he does. The only thing he needs is you, only you.

There will be no other dark consort, no other beloved to the Vampire Ascendant, his songbird to sing love to him.

Once more you are caged, bound by another who claims to love you. It hurts. Hurts so much you took an oath of silence.

Astarion has tried anything to make you sing again, to smile, to feel your dawn blessed warmth skin on his.

You ignore him, turn away from your lover, a coldness in your gaze.

"You're mine," He whispered from the shadows as he found a way to show this gift of profane ascension is worth the cost!

Your master tried to steal you away like a thief in the night. At night, Astarion allows you with a thrall to visit the artist for a portrait of yourself. A gift as Astarion knows you will talk to the artist and the thrall while he isn't around.

"And I take care of what belongs to me."

The blood of your master spilled, his heart ripped out and gifted as an offering.

You… You hate how the beast within is pleased and craves the man with bloodied hands and mouth.

"Is that all that I am to you? Something to own?" You spoke, and though the words were not what he wanted to hear, Astarion is happy to hear your voice.

"You are my treasure," Kneeling before you, "My heart, you are everything and more." His blood-covered hands, taking your hand and placing it on his face, his cold cheek on your warm hands.

Lathander's gift of warmth from your body, he misses it.

"My star in the darkness night," His eyes close as you speak, "I gaze upon you so many nights and think:" His lips kissing your palm. "When will dawn free me from you." Pulling your hand away, "You have my body and my mind, but my heart is no longer yours."

You no longer love him. He no longer can love.

#anon ask #reader insert #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x vampire spawn!tav #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

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pixelblaze · 1 year

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Beep beep it's angsty time! Can I get a Vash x Reader (one-shot or headcanons whatever you feel is best for this) where his partner has abandonment issues and the first time he hints at/tries to leave them behind ("for their safety" as he reasoned) they freak out. Not like a violent freak out, more like panic attack and quick downward mental spiral freak out. He ends up calming them down tho and slowly winning their trust back (cuz now they're so scared he's gonna leave in the middle of the night) and it's bittersweet but they're gonna be OK in the end.

AAAAAA ok I love this! Thank you for the amazing prompt!

-Vash x reader with abandonment issues-

yes, Vash is absolutely someone who would try to push you away, or leave you behind if you will, if it meant keeping you safe.

He’s dangerous. He knows this.

Of course he doesn’t mean to send you into a panic attack the first time…it breaks his heart to see you panicking after he suggests he has to leave you behind for a bit.

He really felt he had no choice but to leave you behind, but after seeing how you reacted, and learning about your abandonment issues, he realizes that it’s probably a lot better for you if he stays.

It takes a while for him to earn your trust back. He PROMISES you he’s not going to sneak out in the middle of the night or anything, but it takes time before you believe him.

Finally, after a tear filled conversation, he promises to let you in more, about the dangers he’s facing, when he might need to put some space between the two of you for your safety…stuff like that. You want him to know he’s never alone. And he wants you to feel that way too.

You’ll be okay in the end.

thank you so much for reading~

#Trigun #Trigun x reader #trigun vash the stampede #trigun vash the stampede x reader #trigun vash #trigun vash x reader #vash x reader #vash #my writing

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kalims · 2 years

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aaaAAA!!! Congrats on 3k followers!! That's such a huge accomplishment- I'm so happy for you!

For the prompts, may I request prompts 2, 16 and 20 for Azul Ashengrotto, and prompts 1 and 11 for Floyd? Thank you so much <3

<- back to event page.

includes: azul ashengrotto & floyd leech.

2. jealousy — something that might just make them do not so regretful things.

16. intimacy — little intimate things.

20. no touching — on a date but they can't initiate any physical contact whatsoever, does he finish through or fail?

1. infatuation — little things they do when love struck.

11. flushed — when you fluster them and how they act.

thank you dear!! <33 you're very lovely

✧ azul ashengrotto

2. jealousy

as a whole I assume that his jealousy came from his insecurities and low self esteem, he just spans into this ball full of doubts and overthinking when you display a level of happiness and laughs when you're with someone else.

his jealousy can come in two ways: one that self-destructs himself, or the more likely one; competitiveness to prove that he's better in every single way. it doesn't matter whether or not he knows how to dance. if that person knows to, somehow he will as well and now he's inviting you to dance in a party hosted by the school.

one way or another the leech twins will get involved as well. they either toy with azul or give him their aid as always. well floyd will most likely be jealous if you pay more attention to the stranger as well so he most likely scares them off and solves the multitude of azul's problem.

jade is just there teasing azul and making his life a living hell, he's there for the rare chance to see his friend basically fuming and red by the face. jade intentionally leads azul on a walk where he knows he'd just 'coincidentally' meet you and that person as well.

but most of all he still does help azul, as fun as it was. it got pretty boring and the priceless face the stranger had was funny.

problem solved! if azul sees that person again though, given how they're probably a student he will spare no mercy and the day they visit monstro lounge is just unfortunately the day the percent off has already been due..

16. intimacy

looks straight in your eyes confidently when he's talking to you, most would probably think it's just common courtesy but it's hard to find people nowadays who aren't just plain arrogant. well, azul could be considered one but not at the same time.. it's quite flustering to see the habit in action so you'd either hold your ground till he looks away or you end up faltering.

wraps his scarf around the both of your necks when it's cold and you're alone. there is no way in HELL that he'd let anyone to just casually walk into his room and see him snuggling the prefect which is completely unlikely like his usual composed persona. so it'd have to be carefully planned for an occasion before he agrees, and hoping that those leeches won't try to intervene.

teaching you how to play chess. it's like a normal-ish thing but it's azul's kind of thing so he thoroughly enjoys the moments, he doesn't go easy on you when you play together so you can 'learn' but he does make exceptions to purposely misplace a piece so you can win.

20. no touching.

I think he would pull through just cause he's already used to not much physical interaction anyways and he had zero plans on initiating it with you since he's just, a little shy. and contact makes him feel a little awkward, if you end up bumping into him he sort of just.. jolts into place.

it's a breeze for him so when you tell him to not touch you on your date he doesn't really look fazed. maybe a little curious and skeptical but he thinks it's kinda funny and treats it half seriously.

anyhow he still manages to be a gentleman without contact, like pulling your chair when you're about to sit down, taking the initiative to let you order first, always making sure your interests are accounted. almost like he practiced saying every speech word to word before the date even started!

(haha)

✧ floyd leech.

1. infatuation

straight up walks out of a conversation and goes running to you when he sees a familiar flash of hair around the corner of his eyes and grinning when your delightful scent confirms his suspicions. you either distracted him from an important topic or saved a student from their worst nightmare.

the whole school knows, or just the entire hall when he discovers you because all they can hear is a big, happy; "SHRIMPYY!" and that's now an unspoken alert to start evacuating lest you want to run into the scary tall eel man.

always scares away everyone near you, intentionally this time if he's moody enough or he's just plain jealous. <- they took too much of your time and you paid more attention to them rather than him >:(

11. flushed

GRINS.

yeah it's honestly a suprise you caught him off guard in the first place and an even bigger one where there's an insanely addicting, giddy feeling.

it makes him so happy that he starts sticking to you the entire day, and it lasts for the whole week after he somehow forgets about it. he tried to skip HIS class to go to YOURS and sit next to you, he's forgetting that he's a second year and you're not sooo.. different schedules.

his homeroom teacher had to fearfully drag him back, and now they have the angry tall eel man secretly planning their demise... save them... T_T

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hikari-writes · 1 year

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❥ Hika's Birthday + 780 Followers Event

Genre: Bittersweet

Prompt: “Not a single moment of all this was fake.”

Character: Yaku Morisuke

A/N: Requested by @hinahaikyuu !!!! Thank u for being the first (again omg love u sm aaaaaa 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭) requester !!! Im kinda nervous to serve up a yaku fic for another yaku stan i hope this isnt too horrible aetwhwhuwhw 😭😭 fake dating with yaku was quite a challenge so u know i HAD to over explain some stuff im so sorry-- but i had fun writing this one!! Thank u sm again for the request i hope u enjoy ehherh 💗💗💗

A week. You only had to endure this for a week. It’s really not that hard. At least, that’s what you had thought at first but looking at it now, you really doubt you can survive even a day of this.

“Uh…Yaku. I think I can-”

“No, let me do this.”

Yaku promptly cut you off before sliding your shoe off your foot. You should’ve seen this coming. Going on a date with your best friend would undoubtedly exhaust your leg at some point. You should’ve worn a more comfortable set of shoes. You knew this.

What you couldn’t have predicted however was Yaku fully getting into the whole “boyfriend” act and actually helped take off your shoes for you. You watched as he slid on another pair of shoes, a more comfortable one that he just bought at a nearby store.

He grinned when seeing how flustered you were. Oh he’s doing this on purpose all right. As much as you hated being teased by him like that, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to stop and as much as you didn’t want to, you had to admit, being spoiled by Yaku like this wasn’t half bad.

So, how did you even end up in this situation that could possibly lead to your heart bursting? Well, it all started with one person. Kuroo Tetsurou. He, who thought that the best idea to ward off a guy who’s been asking you out and pestering you nonstop was by making you and Yaku, your best friend, pretend to date each other. He, who had a knowing grin when suggesting that, as if he was hiding an ulterior motive unbeknownst to you. Sure, Yaku was a longtime crush of yours, but there’s NO WAY Kuroo would’ve known that. And even if he had known it, he couldn’t have possibly suggested that idea to set you and Yaku up together, right? (That’s completely untrue, he would most definitely do that, without a doubt.)

And Yaku. He didn’t look completely against the idea when it was first brought up. In fact, you could almost see a glimmer of shine in his eyes when he heard that, though you could be mistaken. But more than anything, he prioritised your opinion. You weren’t against the idea either. It could work, and not to mention you and Yaku were close to each other, so it won’t be much of a problem, right?

Well, you see, that’s where you’re absolutely wrong. It became a huge problem, especially to your heart. Yaku was still the Yaku you’re familiar with. But somehow he’s different. He’s not your best friend Yaku Morisuke that you had a crush on anymore. No, he made himself feel like he’s more than that. He made you feel like you both were more than just friends.

Sure, you were supposed to be dating in the first place. That was the plan. To act like you were dating.

'But it was supposed to be an ACT!' a part of your mind screamed. 'How the hell is he making this all look, FEEL, genuine??'

Yaku took your hand, holding it firmly in his, before smiling down at you.

"Let's continue this date if you're feeling alright. Don't worry, we'll take it slow this time. There's still some more stuff I wanna show that I'm sure you'll love-"

"What do you like about me?"

Yaku's smile faded upon hearing your question. You didn't dare to look at his face, feeling mortified at yourself. What the hell did you just ask him?

"I mean! We're fake dating now, right? So like, what if someone asked that? How would you answer? I'm curious ahaha…."

Yaku snorted, he could definitely see right through you. It's so painfully obvious that you were trying to save the situation by adding that explanation. But still, he'll let it slide this time.

"Well, to start off,"

He began walking, and you followed closely behind him, not wanting to miss anything he said, while your hands were still clasped together.

"I like…no, I love how dazzling you are. No matter what you do or how you look, you always seem to shine. You shine so brightly in fact, sometimes I had to look away."

He stopped in front of a small trinket shop before leading you inside. He made his way through the shelves full of small shiny decorations, before picking up a small star made of glass and handing it to you.

"Like a star. You're a sight for sore eyes, and you brighten the dark night sky."

You both exited the shop after (Yaku) purchased the glass star. He then led you to another shop, this time a classy looking cafe.

He had asked you about what you would like to order, but you, still in a trance at what he just said previously, mindlessly blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. He smiled, before continuing,

"I love the way you make me feel. You make me feel at ease with your presence. It's comforting. Even without saying a single word, being with you…"

Your orders arrived and he thanked the waiter before facing you once again.

"It's so cosy. Like a cup of warm coffee during winter days."

He took a sip of his drink, letting you slowly process his words. He didn't mind waiting for your response. He'll wait for you no matter how long it takes.

"...oh my god...why?"

"Why what?"

You clenched your fists, hoping that it'll somehow slow down your rapidly beating heart. If you're honest, you're worried that it might actually explode at this rate.

"Why…why do you sound so...genuine? We're just acting like we're dating. It's all just an act, a fake. So why on earth-"

"Are you upset because you think it's all just an act?"

You fell silent at his words. You couldn't say anything to that. Because he's right. You were upset. Him saying all of this to you, causing your heart to go wild, only for it all to be just an act? Of course it would upset you.

"If you are, then I'll let you in on a secret."

You looked at him, confused. His right hand reached out to you before softly placing it on top of your left cheek. With a sigh and slightly reddish face, he whispered just enough for you to hear him clearly.

“Not a single moment of all this was fake.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x you #haikyuu yaku morisuke x reader #haikyuu yaku morisuke #haikyuu yaku #haikyuu yaku x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Hi! Requesting for the holiday event ; a nami, rosinante, and ace headcanons for drabble 5—the first snow pls? x Gn! Reader <3

Its readers first time or in a long time seeing snow, and they just have a goofy time playing w it!!!

Take ur time! Feel free to ignore/delete! 💋

a/n - aaaaaa I’ve been waiting for this prompt 😭 tysm for requesting anon! 💜💜

drabbles prompt 5

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, fluff

You awoke to a chilly breeze. You had dozed off on the couch, only to wake up to something you’d been looking forward to outside the window. It was snowing! It’s been so long since you’ve seen the powdery snow covering the grass outside your house. “You awake sweetie? I didn’t want to wake you.” Nami said with a smile right beside you. She was bundled up in a sweatshirt, wearing a beanie as well. You immediately got up, staring out the window with an excited smile. “Nami look! It’s snowing! C’mon let’s go outside!” You shouted, grabbing her hand and rushing out the door. “Wait you don’t even have a jacket-!” She protested before you immediately face planted into the powdery snow. The chill almost burned across your cheeks, the icy cold of the air refreshing. Nami shook her head, trying to brush off the snow that had piled onto her hair. “Dummy! You’re gonna get sick now!” She shouted, bonking your head harshly with her fist. You giggled, jumping out of the snow with a grin. You reminded her so much of your close friend Luffy right now, she’s never seen you this excited about weather before.

You fell backwards, the snow cushioning your fall. The cold on your back felt so nice compared to the hot weather you’d experienced a couple weeks ago. You started making snow angels, your face saying nothing but content expressions. Nami couldn’t help but sigh and smile, who cares if you caught a cold? All that matters is that you’re happy. The snowflakes kept falling onto the tip of your nose, melting as soon as they came in contact with your skin. Your cheeks were pink from the cold breeze, your hair now completely drenched with melted snow. Your clothes weren’t waterproof obviously, so you were absolutely soaked. Nami gave you her jacket, picking up a pile of snow and pouring it onto your head. “That’s what you get for not wearing a jacket y/n.” She said with a laugh, grabbing more snow to throw at you. Was that a challenge to a snowball fight? To you, yes it was. You immediately threw snow at her, making her start throwing piles at you as well. You tried not to aim towards her face because she’d never forgive you for that. Nami hit you every single time without fail, and you missed almost every time. At the end, you two made snow angels together, staring up at the clouds, the snow falling against your eyelashes. “Nami, I love the snow.”

You both were sitting by the tv, curled up and cuddling with each other. A blanket wrapped around the two of you, his warm body keeping you nice and toasty. You loved the cold weather, it was definitely your favorite season. But most of all, you wanted to see what the snow looked like. You had never lived in a place that got snow during the winter, this was the first year, and you got to spend it with Ace. He had dozed off on top of you, hugging your waist as his head leaned on your soft chest. You were rubbing the back of his head while he snored softly. Every now and then, you looked outside the window to see if it had started to snow yet. You saw a little bit of a twinkle outside, making you try to strain your eyes to look closer. You saw more of the twinkling in the air outside, almost like mini stars during the day. But then you realized, it was snow! It had finally started! You started tapping your boyfriend to wake up, “Ace, it’s snowing now!” You said excitedly, nudging him and squishing his cheeks together with your hands. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you with drowsy eyes. “What??? Sabo’s here?..” He grumbled, still half-asleep. You sighed, pinching his cheeks to wake him up, making him grunt in pain. “Not Sabo! The snow- look!” You said, pointing outside the window as he slowly got up. “Ohh- that makes more sense.” He replied with a laugh as you grabbed his wrist, running outside with him. You were indescribably happy, your eyes sparkling with excitement at the twinkling snowflakes floating through the air. Your happiness made him so stupidly happy, seeing you so excited over something he’s seen before was so adorable. He picked up a handful of snow and formed it into a ball, throwing it at the back of your head with a smirk. You looked at him with an excited and determined smile, doing the same thing as him, taking a handful of the cold snow into your hands. It almost burned from how icy it was to hold. You threw it at him, hitting his face as you laughed.

You both shared laughter as packs of snow were exchanged. When it went down the back of your shirt, it was horribly uncomfortable- and your expression made Ace start crying from laughter. His head was covered in snow later >:) You both made snowmen as well, finding anything that could be used as ornaments for it. Ace found twigs for the arms, you used pebbles for the buttons and eyes, and you found a tiny little pinecone for the nose. You grabbed your scarf and put the final touch on your snowman with a proud smile on your face. Ace kissed your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, gazing at the snowman with you. “So do you like the snow?” He asked with a grin, leaning his chin against the top of your head. “Was that even a question?”

You were making some hot cocoa for the two of you. Putting sprinkles of mini marshmallows on top as well as a swirl of whipped cream. Rosinante came up from behind and gave you a hug, kissing the top of your head softly. “Here Rosi, be careful- it’s hot.” You warned with a smile, handing him the cup. You never fail to make his heart melt whenever you do something sweet like this. But the words be careful didn’t register- and he took a sip of the drink, almost instantaneously burning his mouth. You already knew that was going to happen so you put a towel against his mouth to help him clean up. “I said be careful-“ You said with a sigh, patting the top of his head. You noticed the snow covered ground outside from the window, something you haven’t seen in a long time. “Hey- let’s go see the snow!” You said excitedly, practically jumping up and down in front of him. How could he ever say no to your smile? (He’s never said no) He nodded and followed you outside, setting foot into the crunchy snow. You had a look full of so much happiness and excitement on your face that it almost gave the man a heart attack.

You went beside the trees to run around, bouncing through the fresh snowfall. Rosinante tried to follow you, but ended up hitting his forehead on a branch, falling down, the snow that caught onto the leaves falling onto his head, completely covering his face. You ran over to him with a laugh, brushing off all the snow as he rubbed his bruised head. His face was like a little child who had scraped his knee, full of helplessness and pain. “Does it hurt?” You asked, taking a look at his forehead. You kissed his head softly with a smile, “All better?” You asked kindly. What would this baby of a man do without you?.. “Thank you love.” He said, standing up and continuing to walk around with you, giving you his coat so you wouldn’t get cold. The snow gave you a whole new feeling, something that you’ve never really felt before. You didn’t know a season, much less winter could make you feel so happy. Your pinkies were intertwined, nothing could make rosinante happier than this. Even peaceful silence could make him the happiest man on earth, as long as he was with you.

a/n - these were cute 😭💜

#one piece #one piece x reader #nami x reader #nami x y/n #nami x you #nami one piece #rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #corazon x reader #corazon one piece #rosinante x y/n #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace one piece

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phantomtwitch · 3 months

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aaaa the 'danny forgot he's human' chapter hit me like a truck! (i haven't really got lost reading anything lately, and this was so so good. i'm so excited to see if you take it further/where you'll take it since this is chapter 1?! 👀👀👀👀)

(the hints that he's been captured by the giw before and that his friends thought he was all the way dead for a while, and if that's related to why danny can't remember, and the tension of him having a broken leg on top of everything, and when he wiped away jazz's tears! i am! so normal about this right now! aaaaaa!)

hope you are well and thank you so much for writing!!

(This is in reference to the first chapter I posted for this fic here under the initial prompt/idea)

Ahhhhhhhh thank you!!!!! You have no idea how happy your response made me, and I love how much you picked up on there that I laid the groundwork for so far.

I have about five or so chapters currently written that are in the rough draft stage and definitely want to write more. I'm hoping I'll get it done in the next few months, but it'll depend on what life throws at me.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #my writing #this legit made me so happy #i just wanna go write and i have to work right now and it's killing meeeeee

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crystalflygeo · 3 months

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Long overdue final ebg post (lmao) bc I need to get this out of my system...

Tag for all the posts/storyline

Art by the amazing lovely precious cutie Aine @/ainescribe

First of all I want to thank @i23kazu immensely for allowing me to participate pls I was SO unsure at first haha and she absolutely killed it with the interactions, the lil side project, the prompts, the scores tally... it's just so much work, kudos to you Ying fr!! It was a super fun game.

Shoutout to my besties/mutuals

@silentmoths @ainescribe thank you for your lil asks I love seeing your characters aaaaaaaa 💕

@floraldresvi @moraxsthrone and all the anons I got, your sabotages here and in discord were brutal omg Vi you almost made my cry //pos bc I wanted to react/respond to Li's messages 🥺 EVERY SINGLE TIME ghgnhgnghgn and NOT KEL MAKING MY GIRL HAVE A WET DREAM/SPICY MEMORY TYVM 💕 the way I had to contain myself hELP I loved it svcgavscgvsjgacbkackl

@meimeimeirin you also sabotaged me a lot, meanie //pos I loved SO MUCH your asks/little stories aaaaaa thank you for engaging so much when I know you're super busy 🥺 it def made my day everytime, ty for bringing the girl home and solving my silly lil mystery hehe 💕

@kurikurikurisu GIIIIIRL it's so funny to me that we kinda started interacting more on the last ebg for Rin and then I was like "she's a cool person I wanna fren.... 👉🏻👈🏻 but I shy...." took my sweet time to invite you to the server and turns out THIS ebg got us closer (I think? ehe?//hit) we didn't interact much in tumblr with each other's plots but bOY were we emotional support in discord, we really were in this suffering together 🤝🏻 mhm //nods nods 🤣 thank you so much for being interested in my lil silly plot and my girl aaaaaa

As for the "plot" and other things... (this got so long I am so sorryy;;;)

Well at first I wanted to do kinda a normal ebg, no plot or anything bc I don't think I have the smarts to do an elaborate game/story lmao and I kinda wanted to have more established s/i lore?? And then I realized hey I can use the ebg to introduce my s/i!!!

See I'd been working SO hard on her names lately, researching and studying in-game adepti lore and stuff and I though why don't I make it a simple game where the goal is to guess her name (with me giving hints ofc) and at the very start I had the idea of her losing her memories so she could re-discover/remember things about herself alongside the "players" learning them. Whoever character I got as my bias would help her and get to know her too along the way, even npcs (or in the rare case of me getting Dottore/Pantalone, probs be the villain for her memory loss lmao)

And then I got Kazuha. And it was so SO perfect. I took inspiration from Spirited Away with the plot point of having your name/memories/identity stolen and for some reason I remembered the whole Ino-shika-cho koi-koi card combo from Summer Wars I just had this vivid mental image of a scene where Kazuha dropped the biggest hint by writing the Kanji for Butterfly (Chō) which doubles ofc as the Hanzi for Butterfly/Crystalfly (Dié) written the same pronounced (and romanized) differently :3c

I was very proud of myself//hit also

I did not end up making haiku bc they are complicated but I at least tried to loosely keep/emulate the 3 phrases, phonetic rhyme and sensory elements while referencing my lil plot lmao

✧˖Originally I was gonna blame it on a playful tanuki or smth but I don't think they're powerful enough youkai lmao it was probably a kitsune.... we may never know ✧˖She was technically never in any danger yeah but imagine being lost with no memories and no way to know if you could get them back even because every person she met kept telling her they didn't know ofc she'd break down, or at least me, I'm very crybaby and neurotic sometimes//HIT ✧˖Yes this entire thing was technically Zhongli's fault since he did write her a letter addressed 亲爱的晶蝶 ("My dear Crystalfly/Jingdie") and that IS her name woops on a random note I kinda imagine he also signs with something like 你的龙 "Your Dragon" and vice versa with Crys ("My dear Dragon/your Crystalfly") sgcvgajsvcjhacbajkca //squeals kicks feets

And all this started because I was stressing over the fact that "Crys" is not an appropriate name for a Liyue character lmao, I debated for so long giving her a chinese name, but I didn't want to further make her an OC I wanted her to represent me/my blog (also part of me was and still is immensely worried I somehow insult cn ppl by being as some sort of weeabo equivalent or that I am "appropriating culture" or idk I may be dumb but I try to do my research and I prommy it does not come from a place of malice or anything I genuinely love genshin and Li and it's got me interested in a culture/country I funnily enough have somehow interacted with and have friends in but never really paid that much attention to ig...) and then I just had the epiphany What if I just reverse engineer and name her Crystalfly in cn? Lore would be that either her name got accidentally translated in documents a long long time ago and ppl started calling ehr Crystalfly/Crys and she rolled with it or she simply adopted the translation/nickname as her name for international settings, keeping her true name more private (hidden in plain sight tbh) p sure the only ones who know are the elder adepti (Ganyu/Xiao included) and Neuvillette (once he told her his real/first name) (ironically Crys may be harder to pronounce i other languages lmaoooo rip Fontaine)

Anyway this got way too long lmao sorrryyyyyyyy thank you everyone kith kith love y'all bye!! 💕

#crys plays ebg #final post aaaaaa this was all so satisfyinga nd fun and such a roller coaster dshvhsjdbvhsbvks #crys lore #new tag aaayyyy//HIT #I will spam more in the future but not too much I prommy #I gotta go back to writing soon I'm itching hhhhhhh #ty everyone ilu all <3 #crys yaps

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weekend-whip · 9 months

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Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 7

Prompts: Gen / Team Fics! (IIIIITS THE GRAND FINALEEEEEE)

lloyd garmadon makes kai smith cry on his birthday- Has been recc'ed a couple times but *I* just read it and now *I* have to rec it too! The brotherly dynamic between the two already has me by the throat, but then both of their perspectives on birthdays just really helps drive the point home!! So pleased to have this fic shown to me!

Aftermaths: Lloyd and Kai post-MotO and oof they both go through it emotionally

Visionary- A fic jam-PACKED with introspective and dynamics with the main six, consisting of Lloyd getting a glimpse of what the other's went through prior to becoming ninja (and other hardships), while the other five use their experiences to help Lloyd move forward with his own troubles. That's...literally the barest I can break this fic down into, but there's soooo many emotions and moments and perspective and AAAAAA

An Endless Light: Made ME weep, man. WEEP I SAY. An immortal Lloyd just loves his family, man. AND GODDD THE ENDINGGGGG

the L-word: FIVE TIMES THE NINJA TELL LLOYD THEY LOVE HIM (and the one time he says it back) THE FOUND FAMILY VIBES ARE STRONG WITH THIS ONE!!! PLATONIC USAGES OF I LOVE YOU *throws flowers petals* LET THE PEOPLE LOVE OUT LOUD!!

The Sun Rises Every Single Night: TIME TRAVEL FIC of Lloyd contending with holy crap how much things have CHANGED but also, despite everything, he is still himself. Kind of a character study, but all entertaining and wholesome ;w;

Time Marches On: A fic that is lamentably not finished, but the chapter that IS there is a wonderful reflection by Wu on how his students have changed (I like time-reflective fics, I suppose) punctuated with a heart-wrenching conversation with Lloyd, which is something I will always love to see~ (but pls if for nothing else the Wu+Lloyd convo is so GOOD *rolls around*)

Thank You, For Giving Me Wings: Or, Five Times the Ninja accidentally called Wu 'Dad' (and the one time one of them didn't on purpose). Oh look, another time-reflective piece about Wu and the Ninja, but this time by me! And could be finished if the Nya chapter didn't give me such a writer's block on how to phrase what I want to saaaay *wails* Anywaaaay, lot of Wu and lots of family emotions and lots of the ninja being vulnerable and soft in their "father's" presence ;w;)/

Some Burn Hot, Some Burn Cold: A story about Lloyd, Elemental Powers, and the effects both those things can have on the ninja's emotions. Everyone's got a role to play in this one, though the parts with Cole and Lloyd hit me the hardest, man. Also may or may not have been my inspiration for Elemental Outbursts ;P

All I Want For Christmas is You: If I had a nickel for every time I recc'ed a Christmas fic in the middle of July, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's (about to) happen twice (aka Lloyd experiences Christmas for the first time and attempts to hide that fact and the ninja simply love him very very very much in the process).

All I'm Asking For- And last but most certainly not least, my other very favorite Ninjago fic ever, the masterpiece that inspired me to get back into writing to begin with ;w;

Kind of a (Christmas-y) AU the diverts from MotO but doesn't necessarily contradict it either, my mere meager description just cannot do it the justice it deserves! Everyone gets some form of closure after all these years of fighting to just be okay, even if for a little while, all sprinkled with marvelous character moments and interactions and holiday shenanigans that are guaranteed to warm your heart at one point or another. A great pick me up to dive back into year round regardless (as I do)

(this fic is technically and obviously about everyone, but the way it starts and ends with Cole's perspective on his team............ *bursts into tears* something about it just feels so perfectly right in a way I still can't manage to explain. But know I hold this fic so very near and dear to my heart and you should too <3)

And that is it! Woot, didn't think I'd make it every day, but turns out I read a lot more than I think! Shoutout to @21st-century-ninja for putting this all together!!

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago fic rec week #fic recs #how nice it has been #to go back and reflect on all i have ever loved #(well most of it anyway)

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