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luvrxbunny · 8 months

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hii sorry to bother you im just gonna request something for ethan landry idk if youve written for him before i havent seen. but im legit obsessed and can you do something about like him being in econ and then getting all flustered from reader sitting next to him and just talking and then after that idk you can make something up hahaha but they go to like readers dorm and SmUt and hes all whiny and subby and maybe mommy kink goirhetlghrtglrhtg :))) dhbckudhfxkd

can you tell im going a bit insane for this guy

if you cant do it its okay also i love your work so much it gets me shuddering like legit

Thank you so so much for requesting! Unfortunately, I have no clue who this character is, (i literally thought he was evan peter's character in ahs before this) so I’m sorry if anything isn’t character-consistent!

Pairing: Ethan Landry x F!Reader

Summary: You find out that Ethan has a little crush on you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some dry humping, handjob, overstimulation, f!mastrubation, mommy kink (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 4.3k

A/N: idk how this got so fucking long idek this guy. also y'all see the compliments in the request?? flattery will get you very far w me

You walk in just as the bell rings, breathing a sigh of relief as you sit down and the professor begins his mind-numbing lecture. You place your bag on the ground and get out all the supplies you’ll need for this god-awful class.

You’ve finished setting everything up when you realize that you’ve sat down next to someone. You try and see who it is through the peripherals of your vision, hoping you didn’t just sit next to some random person when you realize it’s him.

You’ve been going to school with Ethan for a few years now. He’s always been pretty quiet so he doesn’t have many friends. You guys are friendly, a level a bit higher than acquaintances because you’ve known each other for so long but you don’t really talk that often. You developed a crush on him back in high school. It never grew into anything more because you could never seem to hold a conversation with him... But it never fully left either because he’s still adorable.

You were shocked when you saw him in class on the first day, unable to believe that you were lucky enough to end up with him in the same class, at the same college. You try to talk to him more when you both are paired up in class but he’s not the best conversationalist.

“Oh! Hey, Ethan! I didn’t even realize you were sitting here!” You try and be extra friendly, knowing how hard it is for him to communicate with others but you’re still met with silence. “Uh- I was almost late again! Did you see me? I got here like- just in time. Maybe I should start walking with you, you’re always on time!” You open your notebook and start taking down the notes on the board as you speak.

Ethan is still silent. It’s getting a bit rude at this point. You thought the two of you were friendly but maybe he just doesn’t like you at all. You turn to look at him, hoping you’d get an explanation but all you’re met with is his alarmingly red face, fixated on the board. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. He has sweat lining his hairline and his back is unnaturally straight. “Hey… Are you okay? Are you sick?” Your voice is laced with concern as you speak, hoping this is the one thing he responds to.

Ethan is trying so hard to act normal, be normal around you but he can’t. It would’ve been fine if you just hadn’t spoken to him. He could’ve easily pretended you weren’t there if he also ignored the smell of your perfume that was all but suffocating him with its ungodly sweet scent.

He’s been hard since you walked in, he always is. He can’t even help it at this point, he doesn’t try. In every class you’re in, his blood is in his dick. He used to try and prevent it, feeling like a pervert for being turned on at nothing but your presence but he’s given up. No one ever notices and he can just get off in the bathroom during lunch if he’s desperate enough. Only this time you’re sitting next to him.

He’s already leaking in his pants.

To make it worse you were being so nice to him, too nice, and now you’re concerned about his health? Not even realizing that you’re the one who’s got him so hot, not a fever.

“I’m- I’m fine. Thank you.” His voice is entirely flat as he speaks, trying to keep all emotion out of it in fear that you’ll be able to decipher what they mean. He doesn’t look at you, he’s scared he might cum on the spot if he does.

You take these as signs of dishonesty. “Ethan… Are you sure?” You bring a hand up to feel his cheek, you’re so zoned into whether his skin is too warm or not, that you don't even notice when his eyes dart to your face. You move your hand to his forehead, deciding that his cheek isn’t reliable enough and your eyes meet his.

You can hear his breath hitch at the eye contact and breaks it. It confuses you for a moment but you try and focus on the task at hand. “I don’t know, you feel kinda warm, Ethan. I don’t know if there’s a nurse on campus but we can check? I’d assume that-”

His chest warms at your concern and he thinks it over.

I can spend more time with her this way, and get to know her better. Can I handle spending all that time with her though? What if she notices my- Yeah. Maybe I just shouldn’t…

“Madame Late Pass?” Your eyes are already rolling into your head and you’re groaning quietly as the professor calls you out. You pull your hand away from Ethan’s face and give him the most distasteful stare you can manage. “Is there something wrong with Mr. Landry that’s distracting you from my lesson?”

“Actually sir, I think he might have a fever or something. I should probably take him to the nurse.” It’s an obvious excuse to skip his class but it isn’t technically a lie so he lets it go. You quickly pack your things up with a smile and motion for Ethan to do the same.

You hold in your giggles until you guys are outside the classroom. “Okay! Do you wanna go to the nurse? We don’t have to- I don’t even know where it is, honestly.” Ethan is facing away from you, silent.

Anxiety creeps in. “Hey. S- Sorry if you didn’t want to leave class. I- You could probably head back in a little bit… I should’ve asked I’m sorry. I just assumed. I mean wh- who likes econ y’know? I’m- I’m sorry.”

Your stuttering has his blushing even harder, the thought that anything he does could get any reaction out of you makes him smile. “I’m fine and I-” He lets out a light laugh that gives you butterflies “I kinda hate econ.”

You place yourself in front of him with a huge smile. “Great! So do I, this will be great!” You lock your arms with his, a risky move, it has your heart pounding as he stiffens up with a sharp inhale but he never pulls away. You guys stroll down the corridors and talk. You have to slow your pace to keep up with Ethan and you’re doing most of the talking but you don’t mind one bit.

You guys stop at the cafeteria for snacks and Ethan gently insists on paying, bringing the butterflies back to life and forcing a smile to your face as you thank him. You’re both sitting in a corner booth, away from most people, you’re talking and he’s squirming.

Every few minutes he repositions himself and it was starting to get on your nerves a bit. It felt like he was uncomfortable being here, or that he was anxious for you to stop talking. You ended your story early, letting your voice die down, waiting for him to move again before questioning him. “Why are you so squirmy.?”

He stops his movements instantly, and his eyes hesitantly look up to meet yours. “I’m not squirming.” He watches your feature turn into one of complete skepticism. “Ethan. I have eyes. If you want me to like… be quiet, or talk less or anything you can just say that. I won’t get offended or anything, I know I talk a lot.” You giggle at the end, Ethan twitches in his pants and has to suppress a whimper at the sound.

“You’re not talking too much. You’re fine, it’s okay.” He’s struggling not to press his palm into his bulge again, needing any relief after being hard for almost half an hour now. Everything you do is making it worse and he doesn’t know how to escape the situation.

The way you keep touching him is deadly. The way you linked arms with him when walking, the way you rubbed his back and thanked him as he paid and even now, the way you’ve placed your feet right next to his under the table, something about the action has his precum soaking through his jeans.

He doesn’t notice that you finished your food already and you’re now getting up and gathering the trash. He doesn’t have time to tell you he can do it himself before you’re crossing to his side. “I can take this for-”

His hands cover his lap but you’re already staring. He doesn’t say anything, hoping that you’re staring at his crotch for a reason other than the fact he’s hard as a rock and soaking his pants. Your head tilts in confusion before you sit down, right next to him. Your scent wraps all around him like a blanket, his eyes fall shut as he breathes in your scent, his hands subconsciously massaging his dick gently. You feel the butterflies in your stomach turn to molten lava as you watch him.

His breathing hitches as his hands stop moving and his eyes snap open. “I’m s- I’m so sorry. I’ll-” He’s gathering the abandoned trash and getting up but you place your hand on his arm softly and pull him back down.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Ethan. Although I’d like to know it’s um- origin.” Your heart is racing at the thought that you were the one to make him this hard, that you- just going about your day- could make him this hard. He answers you without saying anything, his face turns piping red again and he looks away. That does it.

“Ethan, do you wanna come back to my dorm? I have something to… show you.”

He’s following close behind you, his shirt pulled down over his crotch and one hand in yours. You’re basically dragging him into your dorm, pressing him into the door the second he closes it. You’re leaning into him, your hands on his chest as his float awkwardly above your hips.

“I wanna kiss you, Ethan.” He gasps sweetly at your words and leans into you instantly.

His lips are soft and wet when they meet yours. You whine into his mouth, he moans loudly into yours in response and pulls away. “S- sorry.” His eyes are downcast and he sounds embarrassed. You couldn’t be more confused.

“What?” You run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and to the back of his neck so you can play with his curls. His eyelids flutter at the action and you watch his adam’s apple jump before he speaks.

“I don’t know. I was- I was loud. I didn’t mean to be…” You can’t help yourself. You smash his lips back into yours, forcing a beautiful moan out of his mouth, followed by a whine before you pull back. “I want you to be loud, Ethan.”

You whisper the words to him, low and seductive. A little whimper slips out of his mouth and you kiss him again, walking backward towards your bed and he’s stumbling like Bambi as you do.

His hands are finally on you, wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you in. You maneuver him around to push him onto the bed and straddle him. He’s moaning the moment your weight drops onto him, his hips bucking up into yours against his will and he’s apologizing again.

You silence him with your lips, attacking his neck, and melting his words into groans and whines. You lift your weight off him, pushing onto your knees and cooing at how he whimpers and tries to follow you with his hips. You push him down to the bed, laying him out for you to admire. You run your hands down his arms, over and down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. Your eyes leave his body to check if he’s okay with this but his head is thrown back, pressing into your pillows with his knuckle between his teeth.

“Ethan? Are you okay, honey?” A ragged half moan, half sob, shoots from his mouth as his hand leaves his mouth, gripping your arm desperately. He’s still not looking at you and his hands are shaking as they grip you.

“I-It feels s- so fucking g- good. You’re ma-aking me feel so good.” He’s incredibly breathless as his hips grind up into the air, searching for your warmth. You can feel heat explode in your stomach at his words, at his desperation from you just kissing and running your hands over his body.

You drop your weight back onto him for a moment, to tease him and relieve yourself a bit. He rewards you with a shuddering gasp and his hands come to grip your hips as hard as they could. He can’t even get any words out as your clothed pussy slides over his sensitive cock. Your eyes are shut tight in concentration as you try not to make any noise, wanting to hear his noises instead. You grow a bit frantic in your movements, grinding on him harder, angling yourself a million different ways to try and get the perfect pressure on your clit when you feel his hand on your cheek.

Your eyes snap open- you hadn’t even realized you closed them- and he’s pulling your lip from between your teeth with hooded eyes on you and a shy smile on his lips. “I wanna hear you too.” His voice is timid and breathy and you can tell he’s being genuine in what he says but all it does is turn you on even more.

You moan as you dive for his lips, his hips follow yours up and his hand presses your head into his. He’s thrusting into you more forcefully, determined to cum against you but you lift your hips away from his again with a moan as he separates from your lips. “Why? I was- I don’t understand.”

He sounds like he could cry and his hips are still searching for any friction as you watch him, looking into his eyes and admiring all the emotion they hold. You can’t help the smirk that splits your face as he begins to whine for you, begging you to touch him, to make him feel good but instead, you fully remove yourself from him. You sit beside him and tell him to remove his pants, and he excitedly complies. He’s trembling beside you as you stare at the bulge in his briefs, in love with the way he’s leaking through the fabric. “Would it be okay if I touched you, Ethan?”

You’re fixated on his bulge but you still hear the way his breathing picks up at your question. You crawl in front of him, your thighs laying over his, sitting between his spread legs with your pussy inches from his throbbing cock. Your hands run along his pelvis, tickling the skin just above the band of his underwear, and smiling at the way his stomach tenses under your minstrations. “P- Yes, please. Please- Oh-”

He gasps prettily as you stick your hands into his underwear and pull his cock out. He hisses when it hits the cold air but falls into a moan as you start pumping him, wasting no time in getting him the pleasure he deserves.

“So. You got hard because..?” You prompt him, wanting to hear the real reason, and deciding this would be the perfect time to tease him. You’re not even sure he heard you, his eyes are still wide and staring at your hand as it glides up and down his cock, extra lubricated from all the precum his dick is spewing for you.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, his head falling back as his eyes roll back and he begins to whine out your name on repeat. His hands start to shake and grip the sheets tighter, twisting the fabric in his fist before shouting out. “NO-”

You stopped. “Why are you- Why did you s- stop again? I was so- I was so c- close, I was gonna cum-” His voice pitches up at the end into a whine and he tries to fuck himself into your fist. You giggle at him.

“I asked you a question, baby.” He gives you a bitten-off groan at that. “You didn’t answer, which was quite rude but you do that all the time huh?” Your fingers run delicately over his length, watching it twitch as he struggles to respond. “I- don’t m-mean to.” You start jerking him off again, slowly.

“You- You’re so pretty, I lo- I like y- you so- shit. I can’t speak- you turn me o-on.” He’s barely making sense as his hips fuck into your fist, trying to force you to get him off faster. He keeps cutting himself off with moans and debauched groans. His whole face is red, it’s spread down to his neck and up his ears too.

“I turn you on? That’s why you ignore me?” You stop again, your hand frozen in the middle of his dick. A broken wail shoots from him and his hands shoot up from the sheets to your face, pulling you in for a kiss. He’s licking up and into your mouth while letting his moans spill from his lips into yours. You’re shocked at the desperation and force of the kiss, your lips bruising themselves against his. He’s pulling at your hair gently and moaning as your tongue brushes along the inside his mouth. He pulls back and falls to your neck, whimpering quietly.

“I can’t think- You make me so- I get so hot around you, mommy.”

Your heart stops, every molecule in your body getting overrun with arousal at the words- at the name that just left his mouth. He’s pressing kisses into your neck and explaining himself further, as though he’s called you this before, like this is a normal thing between the two of you.

“-And everything about you just makes it so much worse. I just wanna cum for you, I want you to make m- me cum but you keep s-stopping and it hurts so much. I- please, I want you so bad, mommy.” He gasps at the end of his sentence that time and pulls his head out of your neck.

His lips are wet , soft, and trembling, his eyes are terrified as they scan your face trying to decipher your reaction. He’s breathing fast, in a more panicked way at your silence. “I’m so sor-”

“So you want mommy to make you cum, baby?” His eyes widen with a gentle gasp but he keeps scanning your face, looking for anything that doesn’t feel genuine. His eyes lose focus though, as you begin to stroke his cock again. “I think I can do that… What do you think?”

He’s nodding at you deliriously as his hips begin to roll themselves into your fist, his hand slides over the sheets until it finds yours and interlocks your fingers, causing warmth to bloom in your chest and stomach. You lean in to kiss his cheek as he moans your name but he turns his head so you catch his lips instead, his moans filling your mouth again. He’s barely kissing you, more like pressing his open mouth against yours, exchanging his breaths for yours as you smile at him. “That feels good, baby?”

His eyes open to meet yours and instantly roll back into his head. “Y- Mommy, don’t stop. Oh- You know it d- does. Please.” He’s interrupting with his own sounds again and his hand is wrapping around your waist, trying to pull your body closer to his. His moans are becoming more frantic and he keeps taking deep, stuttering, breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.

His bottom lip is being bitten red by his teeth, his eyelids are fluttering, struggling not to let his eyes close and roll to the back of his head. You can see his thighs tensing and jumping beside you, they press against your body, tense and stiff as his legs try to shut.

“So cl- Mommy, I’m so- s-so- please. Oh, fuck.” His eyes snap open to meet yours pathetically. There are little tears that have gathered in his eyes and he looks so out of it, fucked out beyond belief, his head far up in the clouds. “Please don’t stop. Let-” You tilt your head at him as he collapses into a trembling sob, his hands beginning to shake where they hold you, his eyes shut again, and his eyebrows press up into each other. “Let me cum for you, let me cum f- for.”

His sentence is ruined by his orgasm and you can feel the force of it. Not by the way he all but screams your name, or by the way his body folds into yours. You can physically feel it. His cock pulses aggressively in your hand and you can feel each rope of cum work its way up his shaft and spurt out of his tip, running down your knuckles and dripping onto your bed.

His thighs are trembling at your sides, trying to crush you as he humps your fist the best he can. He’s so loud against your neck, releasing passionate shrieks and wanton whines of your real name or your awarded one. He brings a sweaty hand to your cheek and pushes your face in his direction so he can smother your lips in his saliva, not waiting until he’s connected to your lips to start trying to taste you. You have to suppress a fond giggle at the action, letting him lick into your mouth instead.

You’re still pumping him, trying to get out all the cum that’s been collecting in his dormant sac. His whole body is shaking now, repeated and choked moans falling into you as he crosses the line of overstimulation. You kiss him languidly and start to slow your hand, not wanting to overwhelm him too much. His fingers untangle from your hand and wrap around your other.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with hooded, clouded eyes. “I can c-cum again if-”

He uses his hand to run yours over his shaft, jerking himself off with your hand. “If we- Can we k-keep going?” His eyes begin to cross as your hand establishes a rhythm, you’re not even doing anything, letting him get himself off with your hand. His hips are thrusting up erratically as he moves you frantically over his cock. “I wanna cum f- cum for you a-again.”

Overcome with arousal, you slide your hand into your pants and start toying with your clit through your panties, your eyes falling shut at the pleasure. You’re already impossibly close, overly sensitive from all the neglect while being pummeled with stimulants; the way Ethan is reacting to you, his trembling body desperately pressing itself against yours, his moans, and the way he calls you mommy.

You hear his moans pick up and your eyes open back up to see his gaze between your legs before snapping up to meet yours. He stops pumping himself with your hand in favor of placing his hand over the one that rests inside your pants. He’s moving his hand in the same motions you are while you start jerking him off again, relishing in the way he’s twitching against your palm.

Ethan knows he isn’t doing anything, he knows that he’s not actually touching you but the way you moan his name makes him feel otherwise. The way you’ll moan at your own movements while his hand moves the same way, has him tricking himself into believing he’s the one making you feel good. The thought has him teetering- tipping over the edge.

“Gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips before dropping his head to your shoulder. You move your fingers faster over your clit, your hips beginning to cant up into your hand as your orgasm approaches.

"Me too, honey. Fuck it feels so good, Ethan.” He moans brokenly as he cums again, thrusting weakly into your hand as his cock twitches pathetically, letting out tiny streams of cum onto your sheets. He’s gasping out a plea into your neck as he cums but you can’t make out what it is.

“-please. Oh, please. Cum, mommy. Cum. C-cum. Please cum. Fu-uck” You can’t help the way your body convulses against him or the shouting moan of his name that shoots out of your mouth as your eyes roll back. You can feel yourself soaking your panties as you shudder against him. His hand is still over yours, moving your finger over your clit in the midst of your orgasm, prolonging it as long as he can before you’re pulling your hand away and kissing him as passionately as you can.

Both of you have your arms wrapped around the other as you guys kiss, dopey smiles on both of your faces when you pull back. He has a shy blush over his features that makes you giggle and press a kiss on the tip of his nose. You’re both lost in the moment, giggling and kissing each other, love-struck when you hear your dorm room open. “Oh god, what’s that smell?”

You hear your dormmate behind you and cover Ethan as best you can, with your body. “Sidney, fuck off!” You shout at her, hoping she’ll get the memo and leave but instead, you hear her speak again.

“What?.. Oh eww.” You roll your eyes at her and look at Ethan, his face is red, obviously embarrassed at the presence in the doorway.

“Oh my god! Shut up and just leave!” She finally leaves and you apologize to Ethan for the interruption. You kiss softly along his jawline and down his neck to calm him down, you fall for him the moment you pull away.

You get to see- for a moment- the face he had while you were kissing him, content and pleased, his eyes shut with a pretty little smile resting on his lips.

Thank you so much for reading! and thank you even more for requesting!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

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devourable · 1 year

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➶ the butcher

sfw | tags ; nb!yandere butcher x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), yandere behavior/tendencies, stalking, butchery (duh), violent imagery/ideation + implied violence

i dont see explicitly nonbinary yanderes much at all so im here to change that bc us offgendered mfs can be are crazy too 😌 sorry if this kinda sucks bc i finished this up while half asleep

you always felt there was something… off. about the 24 hour deli you always passed by.

it seemed to always be empty, aside from the butcher who was constantly at work inside. chopping meat, severing flesh from bone, every action executed with nearly clinical precision. did they ever do anything else? how were they always so busy with so little customers?

you could never understand. but as much as you were put off by the strange little store, curiosity gnawed at you with equal strength.

because of that, the day you entered the shop for the first time late one night, you left all of your concerns at the door.

unbeknownst to you, the butcher had been watching you long before you ever entered their deli. they always felt your eyes on them when you passed by their store — your gaze just felt so different from others. electrical, almost. they always knew when you were nearby. you must've felt it too, right? the connection you had?

but poor rhodes, they could never just approach you! you never stopped by and you didn't even know their name. they never had an opening to meet you formally. it'd be such a shame to scare you off...

thus, they were content with watching you from a distance. they ensured you never noticed their dark eyes following you, only daring to observe you passing in their peripherals or looking in your direction after you had walked far enough away. how wonderful your appearance was... a lovely sight that always brightened up the monotony of their work days. it was so fun to see you go about your life, it satisfied them enough to not mind your lack of connection.

though, sometimes... they couldn't help but imagine the animals they were tearing apart were the folk they occasionally saw you talking to. to tear their skin off of them, cut them into filets and send them far, far away from you... they ideated about it more times than they'd admit. why did you have to interact with others in front of them?

the day you actually entered their shop was a day they'd never forget. they thought they were dreaming when you walked in, shivering from the cold of the night seeking warmth and food in their establishment for the first time. you'd started a new job, see, and your shift ended well after everything else had closed. you were forced to forgo dinner and you were starved. so rhodes' butchery was the only place nearby you could visit.

you were intimidated by them, admittedly. their hulking frame, blank expression, and rough voice combined with the blood and gore constantly clinging to their apron was enough to put anyone on edge. but they couldn't be that bad, right?

their rampant emotions were hidden behind the unwaveringly neutral expression they always held, and you were none the wiser to their thudding heart and the slight tremble in their hands as they took your order.

the exchange was simple enough — you ordered a sandwich and something warm to drink, they made it for you, and you'd sit in one of the few chairs scattering the deli's entrance to enjoy your food and try to wind down after your shift.

and just like that, a routine was established.

you got to know rhodes as you continued to visit their place of work. they weren't scary, just awkward! or so you told yourself. but they were so easy to talk to — albeit not the best conversationalist, they were a superb listener. they'd devote their full attention to you every time you spoke to them, not daring to breathe a word so they wouldn't interrupt your lovely voice. they'd learn everything they could about you during your conversations. how you were gradually getting used to your new job, how it was a good thing they were open so late, how you were grateful for their work... things that they'd replay in their mind over and over again when you left.

you never really thought much of it when rhodes began giving you food on the house, using various excuses from not wanting to have to reopen the register to having conveniently already made your favorite sandwich earlier that day for a canceled order. you were friends now! of course they'd want to do you favors.

you also never really thought of it when the coworker who you'd complained about to them a few times stopped coming to work, either. they made an enemy out of so many people at your job, maybe they got fired? it wasn't any of your business.

rhodes had no clue how they'd get closer to you just yet. but now that you were seeing them regularly, they didn't mind settling for making your life a bit easier.

in any way they could.

after all, no one was going to question a butcher for having bloodied clothes.

#🥩 rhodes williams #lovesick | ocs #mine | fics #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #t4t yandere #yandere oc #trans yandere

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bluexiao · 2 years

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#we’re only seatmates but is there a chance we could be more?

—they’re sitting next to you, but why does it feel like they’re hiding something from you?

CHARACTERS. Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; g! Reader

THEMES. fluff, kinda platonic and romantic at the same time, mutual pining

NOTES. I was about to do the enemies to lovers one but i had no idea how to write it for now so im going back to what i originally planned on writing this time. I hope you’ll enjoy this~

oh btw should i also start writing for heizou??

ZHONGLI is your colleague at work. You two were not close per se, but you did exchange usual common greetings to each other without a fail. If you were to rate him, he probably is the best co-worker you’ve ever had. He is helpful, he is respectful, and he is also a good conversationalist. Actually, you feel bad that he is like this towards you but you thought to yourself that he’s like this to everyone else and that it was just a part of his personality. “Mr. Zhongli, you’re literally the best!” You’d often tell him. What you didn't know, however, is that he feels pleased whenever he hears this and that he was able to help you somehow. He himself did not know much about romantic feelings, but every time he sees you smiling happily and looking well rested, he was fairly sure that it was enough to be at peace for the day.

XIAO is that classmate that you never had the chance to talk to. Actually, you even forgot he was your classmate until he got seated next to you. You attempted to have a conversation with him several times but his replies are rather short, but he does respond to you and does not completely ignore you so…maybe that’s a good thing! Little by little, you were making baby steps in making him your friend. After all, he will be your seatmate for the entire term, it would be a waste if you let this chance slip by. XIAO is by far not the most talkative person in class so it would be nice if you could at least be his friend, right? He does not seem like he was rejecting your friendship too. Maybe he does not mind at all! Unknown to you, he really did not. Actually, he liked it. Too much, I’m afraid.

VENTI is pretty much well-known all over the school so, of course, you know who he was. Actually, when you got seated beside him, damn the professor always looked your way with knitted brows, knowing that it was you who was giggling softly to VENTI’s joke that he whispered to you all of a sudden. It’s not even a surprise that you and he got reprimanded a couple of times because of this. Normally, you’re not really like this, but whenever you get seated next to him, it’s like he’s inflicting you with his contagious energy that you could not move away from. In the end, the professors probably either assigned you two apart or warned both of you that if they see you two together, they would kick you both out of the room. Before that could happen, however, you found yourself being called by him on the balcony, telling you that he has something to confess to you. What could it be? You’ll have to go to find out.

THOMA is a good seatmate. Literally. He even shares his lunch with you whenever you did not have one or if you felt like you wanted to eat more. And his cooking is absolutely delicious! How can you say no to that? Most of the time, you even ditch your friends just to eat with him instead. Over time, it became clear to you and everyone else that the two of you were quite close… but there were also rumors that you and he were already dating. You were on your way to tell him that you were sorry for the whole ordeal when you found yourself face to face with a blushing THOMA. Now that is something you could easily deduce, you’re not dense… or were you?

SCARAMOUCHE is someone who you never wanted to sit next to. Seriously. Who would want to sit next to the guy anyway? He usually bullies anyone who sits next to him, no matter who they are. And of course, in the end, your wish was unheard by the Archons. And let’s just say that it’s not the most pleasant thing at all.

However, your expectations deemed you surprised by the time your first class sitting together came. You prepared yourself the whole night and day before the class, even meditating about calming your mind and not letting your anger seep through for the day. Ultimately, the man did not even look at you a single time! Not that you were complaining though, it’s not like you wanted him to… but it did bother you until the end of the day. Maybe… this is just for today? He’s just messing with your mind today? But no, it happened for the whole week, and now you’re just used to it. But for what reason is he like this? Why in the world is he ignoring you? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to say hello at least once…

But when you did greet him good morning, he still ignored you. But he did look you in the eye. And… have his eyes always looked this pretty?

KAZUHA is like a fresh breeze when you sit next to him. He is probably one of the best seatmates out there. Whenever you got sleepy at your Physics class, he would slickly pass you a piece of paper that would sometimes be a bunch of words for you to reply with or a game that would keep you awake in the meantime. You’re thankful to him because of this, and this is how you two had gotten close actually. Before you never expected him to even do this kind of thing as he once sat next to your friend and he never did this to them, they said. Maybe it’s just something he discovered recently, you began to reason to yourself. And why are you overthinking such things? It’s not like he’s doing this because he likes you right…

KAEYA is that officemate you probably have a hard time understanding. Sometimes, he’ll come up to you and straight up say weird things and then open up about work all of a sudden. Then later he’ll come and flirt or tease you. Such a weird man, but you don’t feel uncomfortable with him nonetheless. He’s good at his work too, you observed, and your boss always praises him, no matter how different he works. You just don’t know how but he always has this mysterious and cunning aura him. But why is he only teasing you by the way? Does he have a grudge against you or something?

ITTO is the loudest coworker you ever had. Like ever. Additionally, he has a lot of “goons” you call—those who always follow him as he’s a boss, after all, you both are. You kind of pity them sometimes that you help them with their work once in a while. Actually, you do it so often but it’s not that trivial at all. Sometimes, you wanted to report him for teaching wrong things to his staff but you only saw it as a nuisance so you just taught them whenever you could. You have work too, after all.

What confused you, however, was that one time one of his “goons” muttered something out of his breath. “Will the boss not get angry at us? We’re asking for Y/n’s help once again…”

“Shh! Let’s just not say it or he’ll get jealous again. We should really help him come up with ideas on how to confess soon.”

You smiled to yourself then. Maybe you’ll just have to approach him or that “soon” will be too far away.

GOROU is quite an average seatmate. He’s very normal that you won’t even realize that he has feelings for you. Actually, he does try his best not to be too obvious about it so his tactics are working after all! Well, that is until his friends started teasing him for always being sat next to him. They were from another class, thankfully, but when they saw you sitting right next to him, they erupted in cheers and some even whistled… You were so confused until he hastily explains that “M-My friends uh-they uh- they think that I like you or something, but it’s not like that at all! I swear! T-they’re just…. They’re just messing with me, that’s all…” he looked very hesitant and afraid that you chose to say you believe him at that time, but now that you think about it, it does not seem true at all.

DILUC, at first, you thought was going to give you a hard time. After all, he was probably the only one in class that you have not exchanged a sentence with and he gives cold glares too! But when the time came and he became your seatmate, you realized it was not as bad as you thought. He minds his own space, you mind your own space; he has his own business, and you have your own. Simple as that. But one time, you decided to chat with him for a bit. Just a conversation that you thought would be completely harmless. You just did not expect him to have reddened ears with the same hue as his hair the whole duration you two talked. Maybe he’s a bit shy? Well, it’s a pretty cute look anyway.

DAINSLEIF is that coworker who always knew what you needed. Feeling very confused about a certain topic? He’ll come to assist you if you’d like… but you’ll have to tell him what coffee you usually prefer. He always comes up with these random questions, telling you that it’s a “trade of answers” between the two of you, no matter how unimportant his questions seem to be. They’re often about you, or how you feel towards a certain coworker or so, he never asked what you think about him though. You wonder why.

CHILDE is competitive. That bit you already knew because he literally had to fight someone in order to sit next to you, well that is if there is someone else who wanted to sit next to you, but well, it will happen. When you asked him why he had done such a thing, he said that it was because “I wanted to sit next to you, of course!” While his elbow was on the table and his cheek was propped on his wrist, looking straight at you with a sly smirk as he says so. Sometimes, you wonder if this man is just teasing you or genuine with his words, but you definitely had a warm face after that.

AYATO is that coworker that you always exchanged greetings with and you just realized that he always takes a seat next to you at meetings, however long or short it may be. Not that you minded, but it was just something that your friend had told you about and it was the only way you were able to perceive that maybe he does like you—like you in a platonic way, okay? There’s no way someone like him would like you romantically after all! … Right?

ALBEDO is that seatmate in Chemistry class that will help you when you got stuck in a question or wanted to answer the professor but had a hard time doing so and he decides to help you. Actually, scratch that. He only does this to you. Whenever others try to ask him questions or for him to teach them, he’d say that “I can only take one student at a time,” or “I apologize, I’m meeting Y/n at the library later.” Literally, everyone else has gotten a whiff of his “favoritism” on you except you yourself.

AETHER is the most helpful classmate out there. Many of your classmates rely on him, actually. “Aether, do you have an extra pen?” “Aether, can I borrow your scissors?” And so on. You felt bad for him, so much that you went on your way to tell him that it was alright to say no sometimes. At that time, he was not yet that close to you, but you think it was the moment that started it, nonetheless. Ever since, you were glad that he says no to those who would be too forceful and irresponsible, all the while chatting with you and helping you every once in a while—to which you are the one who’ll have to say no, thinking to yourself that maybe he just could not get rid of his habit of helping out others.

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justalildumpling · 8 months

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moots as nct members

I'm not sure if uve already done this sorry if u have/ don't want to do this

ahh i love love love moot games like this hehe ty for sending this in💗

(i’m realising that a lot of my moots that i mostly interact with are from deobiblr😭 i’ve only tagged ppl who i am certain they stan nct but if i forgot i’m sorry!! this was written at like 3am delusion)

@sungbeam - mark

miss ma’am works herself as much as sm overworks the shit out of mark lee istg😭 TAKE A BREAK MA'AM IT'S OKAY. ok besides from that, i feel like mark is universally a comfort person for everyone in the nct community and beam is literally MY comfort person, my soulmate, my best friend (yes, she's mine. no buts😤) she's so talented at what she does, an absolute sweetheart, she cares so so much about her peers and i rlly just admire her as a person outside of tumblr. i could literally write an essay about how much i love her but i'll save everyone the read😭

@jaeminvore - jaemin

chaos. the both of them. OK BUT besides from that, nics gives off like hot girl energy like jaemin. he's is like woah he's so sexy and he knows it type vibe and nics is the same! i remember first seeing her blog/works and being like girl. im such a fan (and i still am, she's fucking hilarious and amazing) i folded for nics as much as i did for jaemin fr. it's always so fun talking to nics about literally anything from plain old thirsting over korean men to throwing irl ppl off a cliff and like jaemin she makes any scenario so much more enjoyable!!

@polarisjisung - jisung

LOOKLOOKLOOK yes he is her bias BUT the amount of rizz the both of has😭 UHM HELLO ALSO BOTH MAIN DANCER ENERGY nah i folded fr😩 ok but besides that, we all know jisung is the most wholesome bean ever and I JUST WANT TO PROTECT HUA YK?? idk she's such a cool person to talk to and i feel like we just clicked from the first time we met. jisung gives off like ride or die energy and i can def say that hua is the same💗

@winterchimez - xiaojun

THIS ISNT CHEATING ISTG ITS A COINCIDENCE THAT HER BIAS HAPPENS TO BE HIM AS WELL OK????? Both ally and xiaojun are literally the biggest sweethearts and can get along with everybody!! I always thought that xiaojun would be such a great conversationalist and no joke, ally and I got along so well as soon as we met and now we're forever emotional support buddies🥹🤞

@sehunniepot - jungwoo

literal golden retriever energy, like ball of sunshine. the most sociable and friendliest person i’ve met. i literally fell in love with nikki’s personality as soon as we met just like I did for mr kim jungwoo😔😔 I just feel like if I were to be in a room with her, she would be the lighting everyone up like idk how to describe it. She’s just someone that I feel like everyone couldn’t help but adore.

@jaehunnyy - taeyong

I LOVE THESE TWO PPL SO MUCH ALSNFOAFEI ok. i've calmed down. but fr tho like u CANNOT hate both taeyong and chip. LIKE she's literally a beam of positivity and she cares so much for her peers and always checks up on everyone when she can🥺 our bubu is a great leader and residential cutie and i feel like chip fits that to a tea

@wuahae - haechan

something about cat always screamed haechan to me idk why. just her mannerism/texting/talking style. as soon i started talking to her on the deoboyznet chat like i knew she and i were on the same wavelength just like i felt with haechan LMAO cat may seem playful and fun all the time but she's firm when she wants to be and she knows her boundaries/morals/values which is very admirable.

@mosviqu - ten

for some reason bar and ten just makes sense. both insanely talented, sarcastic and has strong opinions which they’re not afraid of expressing. lowkey intimidating to approach at first due to how highly i thought of her work, but was literally the most down to earth, loveliest person ever. I always love when she talks about the process behind her pics because they blow me away every time just like ten’s dancing.

@daegall - renjun

yes. I know it’s literally illegal for me to put anyone else other than lee donghyuck for sunny BUT IDK MAN SHE JUST GIVES OFF RENJUN VIBES!! we all know renjun is like the cutest little ball of sweetness ever and sunny is always so lovely and whenever she gets giddy like i get giddy too😭 and her expression of emotions towards haechan is portrayed thru capitalisations, keyboard smashes and typos which reminded me of renjun's little spits of anger yk??

#dumpling answers🐳#·˚ ༘ 💌 anon #fun times with dumpling 🐳

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saintodo · 2 years

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𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊)

SYNOPSIS. you dislike kamo noritoshi. greatly. but you can’t rest until you know what it takes to make him crumble.

NOTE. this is my first time writing a fic for noritoshi so im very sorry if i didn’t capture his character completely. also im tagging vic because they were talking about noritoshi the other day @saintdabi <3

PAIRING. kamo noritoshi x gender neutral reader

WORD COUNT. 3.9k

WARNINGS. dom reader, sub kamo, explicit content, hate sex (but not really. it’s closer to dislike sex), semi-public sex, handjobs, hair-pulling, teasing (reader is a tease)

You don’t like Kamo Noritoshi. He rubs you in all of the wrong ways like the insufferable itch of wearing a heavy wool sweater on a hot summer’s day. Just because he’s the heir to (and soon to be head of) the Kamo clan, he acts all high and mighty, like he’s oh so much better than everyone else. The way he looks down on you is annoying, but the way he turns his nose up at your friends is infuriating. You can tolerate people’s bullshit directed at you to a certain extent, but never at your friends. After all these years, you still haven’t forgiven him for his treatment of your best friend Maki. The guy seriously needs to loosen up: it’s like he has a perpetual stick stuck up his ass.

Although you may not like Kamo Noritoshi in the slightest, you must admit that he’s definitely easy on the eyes. Maki makes a disgusted face when you share your observation, but you shrug her off. What can you say? He’s a pretty boy, and you are all too weak for beautiful men.

He also piques your curiosity. Noritoshi is a stoic man. You don’t think you’ve ever seen even a ghost of a smile cross his face before. He’s always so calm and collected that you can’t help but wonder what it would take for him to lose his composure completely. The thought lingers in the back of your mind, festering like a sore, and draws to the surface whenever you happen to encounter the sorcerer. You know that your curiosity will continue to plague you until you find out the answer to your question.

Your plan to once and for all quell your curiosity takes time and necessitates patience. If you try to proposition Noritoshi out of nowhere, you’re pretty damn sure he’ll shoot you down right away and your ego could not handle getting rejected by Kamo Noritoshi of all people. Maki would certainly get a kick out of that. Toge, too.

So, you approach the situation delicately, or as delicately as you can. Whenever you’re paired for missions, you try to initiate casual conversations with him. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Noritoshi was a shitty conversationalist beforehand, but man does it become glaringly obvious to you when you make an active attempt to talk to him. He’s curt in his responses when speaking as if he’d rather not waste his breath on you. The topic of your shared conversations (when he indulges your attempts) is always surface-level ranging from the weather or the mission you’ve been assigned but not veering far past that.

Your eye twitches when he makes one or two off-handed remarks about you, but ultimately you’re able to brush it off. Noritoshi says the same old shit all of the time. You’ve grown used to his comments.

You lightly flirt with him, dropping a few hints here and there that you’re interested in him, but either Noritoshi has positively no interest in you or he’s dumb as bricks because he’s visibly receptive to nothing you say. For the sake of your pride, you lean towards the latter option.

You begin to think that your plan of bedding Noritoshi is going to take a lot more time than you originally anticipated. That is until you catch wind of a clan gathering occurring in the nearby future.

You alarm your friends when you suddenly sit up straight from your lazy lounging position on the couch.

“That’s it,” you exclaim, interjecting yourself into their conversation of the upcoming clan gathering. A lightbulb in your brain goes off. You turn your attention to Toge who’s lying on his stomach on the floor of the living room beside Panda. “Toge, please let me be your plus one to the gathering.”

He tilts his head in a confused manner, unsure of your sudden interest in the topic when you're typically very vocal in your disdain for anything relating to clan stuff. He nods though, happy for the company.

Maki groans from her place on the opposite end of the couch. She props her head up with an arm and casts a glance your way. “You really want to get into Kamo’s pants that bad?”

Yuuta’s face goes red at Maki’s brazen choice of words while a look of understanding crosses Toge’s face. Panda just lies on the ground quietly, eyes closed in contentment from the tummy scratches he’s receiving from Toge.

You shrug and shoot her a suggestive smile. “Honestly, yeah.”

Yuuta sputters, burying his face into his palms to conceal the redness heating up his cheeks. The revulsion on Maki’s face is clear as day. You laugh, enjoying their respective reactions, before moving on to discuss the finer details of the gathering with Toge: the what, the when, the where. For the first time ever, you’re genuinely looking forward to a clan event.

Right off the bat, the party (if it could even be considered a party) is awful. It’s no wonder that Toge hates coming to these things and tries to weasel his way out of them as much as possible.

The vast majority of the people in attendance belong to esteemed jujutsu families. They’re wildly boring, only discussing topics that pertain to their clans and boasting about their achievements and whatnot. You make polite conversation with some acquaintances you’ve made through group missions and grit your teeth, biting back harsh words, when the older clan members make their distaste for you, a non-clan member, apparent.

Dressed in the formal clothes that you specifically purchased for this, you feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. As someone who wasn’t born in the world of sorcery, you’ve struggled to overcome your insecurities of being an outsider. You’re nowhere near the same person you were when you were originally thrown into your role as a sorcerer. You’ve grown into a person who no longer doubts themselves at every move, but surrounded by the upper echelon of sorcerers who continue to look down upon you, old insecurities bubble up beneath the surface, whispering that you will never belong.

A soft squeeze to your arm startles you out of your spiraling thoughts. Turning your head to the side, you’re met with the sight of worry swimming in Toge’s warm brown eyes. His expression reads of the question “Are you alright?”

The corner of your lip quirks into a small genuine smile at the show of concern. You tighten your interlocked arms. “I’m good, Toge,” you assure, leaning a little more against him, “Just got lost in my thoughts.”

Toge looks like he doesn’t quite believe you but he doesn’t push you to talk about it. If you want to talk about what’s on your mind, he’s there to listen but he won’t force you. Although Toge’s not totally reassured by your vague answer, you really do feel alright now.

You may never belong to a clan but that does not mean you do not belong in the world of sorcery. Your place is among your friends, the people you love the most. You nearly forgot that in your moment of insecurity.

You shake your head slightly, expelling the rest of your negative thoughts. You take a deep breath to regain your lost composure and to calm your mind. A small smile rests on your lips as you recall the reason you came to this shitty party in the first place.

“You see Kamo anywhere, Toge?” you whisper close to his ear, making sure that others cannot overhear your conversation. Your eyes flit over the crowd of people milling around in the large, open indoor space in search of a familiar head of dark hair. Toge surveys the group as well.

He lightly bumps your shoulder, drawing your attention. Discreetly, Toge motions his head toward the left side of the room. Your eyes follow the direction until they land on Kamo Noritoshi, who’s calmly speaking to what looks like a member of the Inumaki clan.

“What do you say we go and mingle?” you say, wiggling your brows at Toge. His eyes crinkle in amusement, and he nods. Toge lets you drag him by the arm, weaving through the crowd of people, off to where Noritoshi is standing.

“Kamo, what a surprise to see you here,” you say, feigning shock when you approach Noritoshi. You release your hold on Toge’s arm, allowing him to engage in light convo with his fellow clan member.

Noritoshi bows his head slightly in greeting. Out of politeness, you bow as well. Even if you don’t care for clan politics, you know better than to be blatantly disrespectful at an event like this.

When you lift your head, you take the opportunity to check him out, not bothering to be subtle about how your eyes rove over his form. The shozoku Noritoshi dons for the occasion today is an inky black, contrasting greatly with the paleness of his skin. You would think he would have grown sick of wearing the same thing since he attended Jujutsu High, but you guess not. It suits him though. You can’t really imagine Noritoshi wearing modern casual clothes.

“As the heir to the Kamo family, it is only natural that I would be in attendance for this gathering.”

Internally, you roll your eyes. Of course, he had to bring up that he’s the heir to his clan for the nth time. “I suppose you’re right,” you slowly say. You take in Noritoshi’s appearance once more. He looks every part of the heir to his family: stiff, regal, and oh so pretty.

You bring up your pointer finger as if you’ve had an aha moment. “Ah, Kamo I just remembered. There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. Do you mind if we move to a more private area to discuss the matter?” you innocently ask, tilting your head to the side in question.

The mindless chatter of groups of people surrounding you fills the lull in conversation that falls upon you. Noritoshi’s eyes narrow slightly before he stiffly nods. “Lead the way.”

You beam, pleased that Noritoshi agreed. Not that you thought he would turn you down, but there’s always a possibility. You catch Toge’s eyes as you walk away and a look of understanding is communicated between you. You give him a sly wink that goes unnoticed by the man following you, and Toge stifles a laugh. You quickly look away before either of you draws more attention than necessary to yourselves.

Noritoshi trails you at a respectable distance as you lead the two of you into a secluded hallway in the overly grand building. The area is far enough that you’re away from the main bustle of the gathering but close enough that you can still hear distant talking.

“What is it that you wanted to discuss?” Noritoshi asks when you turn around to face him. The sorcerer stands still in the middle of the hallway, staring at you. The lighting that hangs overhead casts shadows onto his frame, accentuating the sharp angles of his stoic face. You admire how handsome Noritoshi looks before responding.

“Ah, that,” you say as if you had forgotten why you had dragged Noritoshi away from the party. You take a step closer to him. “Hm, well I think you’re smart enough to figure that out Kamo,” you trail off, taking another step closer to him, close enough that you’re now invading his personal space. Noritoshi makes no move to back away, however. He goes deathly still and you hear his breath hitch when you place a hand on his chest and lean in to whisper into his ear: “So you tell me what you think I wanted to discuss.”

“I was under the impression you hated me."

You snort, unable to help yourself. Noritoshi's calm demeanor he’s donning is nothing but a facade. You can feel his heart speed up beneath your touch, thumping loudly in his chest. A small smile plays on your lips. It’s nice to know that you have that effect, or any effect, on him.

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, but in this case, it’s more so lust and hate,” you casually say. You move your hands to twine behind his neck, wrinkling his shozoku in the process.

"This is highly unprofessional." Noritoshi stands with his back painfully straight, still as rigid as a rock. You roll your eyes. Man, does he need to loosen up. You contemplate whether or not you should continue your pursuit of him. Are you pushing the boundaries too far? Mm, well he hasn’t pulled away from you yet so you take that as a good sign. Besides, if Noritoshi didn’t want this or wasn’t at least interested, he’d throw you off of him.

"C'mon, Kamo. You're so tense all the time, let me help you relax just this once," you coax. You drag the blunt edge of your nails over the back of his neck, causing tiny goosebumps to rise in your wake.

You watch as Noritoshi’s inner conflict breaches the surface and displays itself on his face. You can tell he’s overthinking way too much. It’s not like you’re asking him to marry you or anything. His eyes flicker to your lips and dilate the slightest bit before quickly meeting your gaze.

“Fine,” he nods.

A Cheshire-like grin stretches across your cheeks. Wow. That took a lot less convincing than you anticipated.

With his assent, you quickly close the small space separating you and press your lips to Noritoshi’s. You swallow the startled noise that forms in the back of his throat as you back him up against the nearest wall.

His lips are surprisingly soft. You don’t know why that surprises you so much considering Noritoshi takes good care of himself. Of course, he’d have lips soft enough to inspire jealousy.

What you’re not shocked by is the fact that Noritoshi is clearly inexperienced. The dark-haired male is taken aback by the sudden kiss you spring upon him. His posture is rigid, unfaltering even when his back hits the wall, and his lips stay tightly shut. His hands remain by his sides, but you can feel them hovering over your hips, unsure of what to do with them. It’s obvious that he has no clue what he’s doing.

You wonder if you’re his first kiss.

“Relax,” you murmur, detaching your lips from his. Your exhales intermingle in the space between you. You comfortingly scratch at the back of his head, dragging your fingers through the dark strands of his neatly styled hair. “This is supposed to be fun.”

The tension slowly but surely melts from Noritoshi’s shoulders as you continue to soothingly run your fingers through his hair. You smile when he subconsciously leans into your touch like a cat searching for head-pats. Cute.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, Kamo,” you reassure him.

The sound of your voice jolts Noritoshi out of his reverie. His eyes widen as if the situation he found himself in had slipped his mind. He straightens up a little and clears his throat.

“I want to,” he quietly admits, uncharacteristically bashful. He turns his face to the side, showcasing the flush that’s blooming across his cheeks. He averts his gaze to the ground. “And please, call me Noritoshi.”

You can’t help the smile that graces your lips and the giddy feeling that fills your stomach.

“Okay, Noritoshi.” You revel in the shiver that Noritoshi does his best to suppress. “Just follow my lead, okay?” You place your hand beneath his chin, gently making him look at you. His pupils dilate, nearly engulfing the dark hue of his irises. Warmth rushes south in your body when he obediently nods. Fuck, who would have thought Noritoshi was a good boy?

You smile before you press your lips to his again. You lick along the seam of his mouth. Hesitantly, he parts his lips at your insistence, granting you access to the inside of his mouth. Noritoshi tastes pleasant: sweet and earthy like the strong, lingering aftertaste of black tea. The kiss is clumsy but not bad. Noritoshi lets you explore the inside of his mouth with your tongue before he tentatively begins to move his as well.

Humming into the kiss, you grab his floundering hands with your own and guide them to rest on the curve of your waist. Instantly, Noritoshi bunches up the material in his fists.

When the need to breathe eventually proves to be too much, you pull away from Noritoshi. At least you attempt to. He tries to chase after your lips until you harshly tug at the roots of his hair, keeping him at bay. A breathy whimper escapes Noritoshi. You each exchange startled glances. No fucking way.

You tug at his hair again, not as rough, but it elicits the same response.

“What a dirty boy you are, Noritoshi. I would have never thought you like getting your hair pulled,” you tease. Noritoshi’s face goes crimson.

“I do not,” he vehemently denies. Noritoshi shakes his head for extra emphasis, swinging the two strands of bandage-wrapped hair that frame his face. You reach and twirl your finger around one of the strands.

“Is that so?” you question, twiddling the strand of hair between your fingers. Your lower lip juts into a seemingly innocent pout, but the glimmer in your eyes puts Noritoshi’s nerves on edge.

Abruptly, you give his hair a firm yank. Painful pinpricks immediately spread across Noritoshi’s scalp, and an unwelcome moan slips past his sealed lips.

“Looks like you’re a liar,” you say in a sing-songy manner.

“Just get on with it,” Noritoshi sputters. His hands on your hips tighten and pull you closer to him. You raise a brow and the corner of your lips quirks into a knowing smile when the front of your body presses against Noritoshi’s clothed hard-on.

“Oh, do you need some help with this?” You punctuate the end of your rhetorical question by cupping Noritoshi’s bulge through the layers of clothing he’s dressed in. He takes a sharp inhale when you lightly squeeze his erection. You tilt your head slightly, faking innocence. You gasp a little before pouting at Noritoshi. “Are you really that turned on from a little kissing?”

Amusement slips into your question towards the end despite your best attempts to restrain it. Truly, you can’t help yourself. It’s too easy to tease Noritoshi, and who knows when you’ll ever get the chance to do so again.

“No, I am no—ahh.” A moan cuts off Noritoshi’s attempt to deny you once more. You’ve managed to slip your arm beneath his clothing and wrap a hand around his hard length. His cock twitches in your hold, and Noritoshi hisses when you trace over his slit with your thumb, collecting the precum gathered there with the pad of your finger.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Painfully slow, you start to work your hand up and down Noritoshi’s shaft. You bring your other hand to the back of Noritoshi’s head, burying your fingers into the strands of his black hair, and firmly tug until your lips brush against the outer shell of his ear. The choked noise of pleasure he releases sends heat rushing to pool in your lower stomach. “I’d suggest you quiet down unless you want to be caught.”

Instinctively, Noritoshi jerks his hips at the thought of being caught like this. It would be horrific to be seen in such a compromising situation. Noritoshi has never indulged in something so primal before. He’s never gone against the expectations laid out for him by his clan’s elders. He cannot imagine the wrath he’d incur if he were to be caught and the rumors that would abound in the sorcery community. He’d surely be made a mockery of.

Noritoshi places a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans and whimpers. Now that Noritoshi’s pleasured noises aren’t quite so loud, the sound of your hand dragging over his cock feels like it’s amplified. The deserted hallway you’re occupying echoes with the distinct sound of wet skin against skin. Anyone who happened to stumble by would without a doubt know what the two of you were up to.

“You’re awfully cute when your mouth is shut,” you muse, taking in Noritoshi’s rumpled appearance. His carefully styled hair is in complete disarray and his neat clothing is now untucked and wrinkled. It looks like he’s been subjected to a whirlwind.

You lean in close to peck the back of Noritoshi’s hand that’s enclosed over his mouth. His face goes red, and you can tell from his expression that there’s a retort on the tip of his tongue.

Too bad for him because you choose this exact moment to quicken your pace. Noritoshi nearly buckles under the pressure but you ensure that he stays up right.

“Imagine if someone saw you like this,” you murmur. Your eyes stay transfixed on Noritoshi’s expression. His hand over his mouth nearly goes white from how hard he’s attempting to suppress his noises. Despite his efforts, little moans make their way past. “The heir to the Kamo clan crumbling at the hands of a nobody.”

You loop a hand around Noritoshi’s wrist, removing his hand from his mouth and replacing it with your lips. Noritoshi eagerly reciprocates the kiss, and you greedily swallow down each and every noise he makes. You allow him to break the kiss and bury his face into your neck when you work him up to the precipice of his orgasm.

He spills into your palm with a muffled cry. His hips continuously jerk as he rides his orgasm out. You drag out his pleasure for as long as you can until he begs you for a reprieve.

As Noritoshi regains his breath, you carefully slip your dirtied hand out of his bottoms. Making direct eye contact with the sorcerer, you lick his cum straight off of your palm. The mix of saltiness and bitterness that lies on your tongue afterward is worth the priceless expression Noritoshi makes in response.

“Do you have no shame?” he says, face pulling into a light grimace.

You smile and shrug a little. “Nope.”

You pat your hand clean on your pants, internally hoping that they won’t stain. When you look up at Noritoshi again, he’s fiddling with his clothes, attempting to straighten them out. Feeling your eyes on him, he meets your gaze.

“Well, I’ll see you around, Noritoshi.” You give him a light peck on the cheek before turning to make your way down the hallway. You glance over your shoulder at him to witness the rosiness that’s risen to his cheeks. Cute.

“If you ever want to do that again, get my number from Miwa.”

With that last comment, you begin to make your way down the secluded hallway to rejoin the gathering. As you walk, you think about the event that’s just transpired. Kamo Noritoshi is a lot more interesting than you would have ever expected. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of him, you wonder what else there is to the man.

The call of your last name has you turning around.

Noritoshi flattens his hands over the front of his shozoku, smoothing out the deep wrinkles that’s formed in his clothing.

“I’ll reach out to you,” he says with a shallow nod of his head. You don’t say anything in response, but you give him a wave in acknowledgment over your shoulder as you head out of the hall. Unseen by Noritoshi, a smile that burns your cheeks stretches across your face.

Looks like you’ll find out soon enough.

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midoriyas-wifey · 4 years

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ALPHA!JAGUAR! SHINSO X OMEGA!NEKO! READER NSFW AND SFW HEADCANONS

jesus these titles are long anyways this is in the same a/b/o universe as bakugou and his bunny. Shinso is a smug bastard no matter what AU idc idc 🤷‍♀️

warnings: im gross and write gross things. also teensy bit yandere if you squint ig

* So I headcanon that Shinso is a black jaguar hybrid, although his ears are usually hidden by his wild hair. He kind of likes it that way because rounded fuzzy ears don’t say “Alpha” to him.

* However, his tail does show, and it’s a reliable indicator of his emotions, although he’s learned to tamp the signals down to near-nothing for his pro work.

* You’d only notice his tells if you knew him, which his kitten would come to understand very soon if all went according to plan. Which it always did, he was an ambush predator; being a scheming bastard was his specialty.

* Eventually Y/N could look at the tiniest flick of his tail and quirk of his lips and tell that they’d be digging their cute little kitty claws into his broad back all night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

* Also Y/N is a Ragdoll cat hybrid bc I love them. Is there a more precious omega than a soft, cuddly kitty that flops into your arms while purring like a motor? I think not.

* Size difference strikes again; the tips of his kitten’s ears reach his shoulder. So not AS big a difference, but he’s still beeg.

* Whenever his pretty kitty was anywhere near, his typically bored eyes burned molten purple, never failing to pin Y/N with their intensity. He gained the ability to silently command respect and submission from his taichou: Shota Aizawa

* Shinso very much knows how and when to apply his status and capabilities as an alpha to turn situations to his favor. It’s canonical that he’s a talented conversationalist and that it’s hard to refuse to talk to him.

* He met his omega in the typical meet-cute fashion: in a café. Y/N was a student in college, doing their best to get by.

* Oh, that café? It’s a cat café, because of course Shinso went to those on the dl. It was a new one that he had decided to patronize for the first time. It had everything he wanted, it was quiet, homey, and filled to the brim with kitties of all shapes and colors.

* His tail flicked in contentment, a deep rumbling sigh escaping his strong chest. His claws flexed out and sharp fangs bared in a lazy yawn while he loitered near the register. That was when he saw them, the swish of a silky bottle-brush tail as his kitten backed out of the kitchen door into the counter behind them with a surprised chirp.

* “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I didn’t notice I had a customer!” Y/N set the sheet with fresh pastries down hastily before moving to stand behind the display case in wait for his order.

* “What can I get started for ya?” Y/N asked with a nervous smile, shifting from foot to foot and ears swiveling towards him, waiting for an answer.

* While Shinso couldn’t truly purr like the adorable omega neko in front of him could, his chest rumbled with an amused approximation. He scanned them head to toe, from the tips of their pointed fluffy ears, down to the (utterly grabbable) tail he spotted earlier.

* He immediately knew what sweet he hungered for. He would love nothing more than to nibble on this delicious omega kitty. Maybe they’d let him get in a few licks? Maybe a bite or two or ten-

* Yeah, this café had everything he wanted and more.

NSFW AHEAD CHOO CHOO! 🚂

* Breeding goes without saying, his alpha demands it. He lives for his cute little kitty going feral, seeing Y/N yowling for his knot is a sight that can’t be beat.

* He likes to tease his omega by barely slipping in his knot, not enough to fully connect the two of them, but enough to tease and torment his slicked up and desperate omega. When the slick sounds of his knot dragging against their walls fills the room; it’s music to his ears.

* He very much enjoys facefucking and nothing pleases him more than giving his kitten their cream right down their throat ❤️

* He loves seeing Y/N struggle to gulp all his thick cream down, their throat bobbing with the effort to not spill a drop. He cums a LOT.

* Wouldn’t mind gripping on to a pretty collar around Y/N’s neck in a firm grip while he fucks them into the mattress, not quite a choke. However, he’s more than willing to go there if prompted.

* Brat tamer extraordinaire. At even the slightest snotty attitude, he’s dragging Y/N by their cute fluffy tail, binding them up with his capture weapon, and tongue fucks them with his rough sandpaper tongue til they’re sobbing in overstimulation and begging for mercy. He laps up their slick like a delicious smoothie. Sluuuuurrrrpp.

* He loves to tie up and play with his sweet omega all day, setting their every last nerve on fire with almost enough pleasure; and then make them cum so many times that they wail loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear.

* Shinso could go down on his sweet kitten for hours and not get tired or bored. The only reason he doesn’t is because he knows his omega can’t quite handle his full attentions and depravity. Yet.

* No shame, not even a little. This man will unassemble his omega piece by iece with pleasure, driving them insane with all he’s willing to do, before putting them back together again with sweet kisses and rumbling chuffs.

* Y’all sleep for like 20 hours afterwords lmao

#yandere bnha #bnha omegaverse #omega reader #alpha shinso #alpha hitoshi shinso #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #shinso x reader #alpha shinso x omega reader #bnha hybrid au #yandere shinso x reader #yandere shinso

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ellavogues · 3 years

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sunday mornings - harry styles

summary: your relationship with harry has always been ‘whatever it is’, although you both secretly long for more.

a/n so this was originally posted on my old blog which i deactivated, but im too proud of this to let it be gone forever <3

Sunday mornings always seem to start the same. You’re cozied up in his bed, head on his chest and his arm splayed across you, the light shining through the gaps of his curtains.

Memories from the night before tend to replay in your head as you wait for him to wake up - from the pre game at his house, to his hand on the small of your back leading you out to his car and only leaving to open the door for you, to the club or shitty frat party that he had somehow weaseled his way into where he’d hold your hand while he filmed and makeout with you in the corner once he had finished.

Then the journey home. Harry being the only sober one of his friends almost always ended up being the designated driver, dropping all of them off at their respective households. Not that he minded, it was the perfect opportunity for him to talk to you.

It was always incredibly easy talking to him. He was good at small talk, and he was good at turning small talk into meaningful and often fun conversations.

Conversing was one of his many talents you told him as he was dropping his friend off at his house one night. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the unique compliment you gave him, his hand landing gently in your thigh, giving it a small squeeze as his head tilted slightly back as he laughed.

“Baby, what does that even mean?” He chuckled, shaking his head as he tilted it to look at you. You could get lost in his eyes.

Even after six months of whatever your relationship with Harry was, your heart still skipped a beat every time he called you baby. You tried fruitlessly to stop ot hide the blush rising to your cheeks as a result of the nicknames he called you, but he never missed it.

It was one of his favorite things to see; something as simple as a pet name got you all nervous in the best way.

Despite Harry being better at hiding it, you had the same effect on him. Whether it’s you calling him Haz (you’re the only person he’ll allow it from) or you playing with his hair while you watch your show together, he gets butterflies in his stomach every time.

One day, when you came over for a movie night and ice cream, you came with a bunch of shopping bags. Harry’s first reaction was to wind you up, tease you for your frivolous shopping habits. But when you set your bags down and reached into one of them, feeling around for something and pulling out a T-Shirt and hoodie - a men’s T-Shirt and hoodie - Harry’s expression turned from playful and confused.

“What’s that for?” He asked casually, eyebrows furrowed.

“I was shopping for myself and I saw these and I, I thought they would look good on you,” you tell him, honestly nervous as to how he’d react. You had no idea how serious the two of you were, and whether this gesture, as simple as it may be, would scare him off.

But Harry’s confused face turned into a smile, relieving any anxieties you had. He couldn’t believe you thought of him when you saw these clothes and then cared enough about him to buy it.

That’s when he realized he loved you. And it scared the shit out of him.

He wore the hoodie to pick you up the next Saturday, repeating your weekly routine of hanging out then going out. He took everyone to a new bar that just opened that night, and invited some other friends outside of his usual group to join.

You had to watch some girls you’ve never met (but Harry clearly has) flirt with him while he wore a hoodie you bought. You hated how much it infuriated you, because despite how much you longed for him to be yours, he wasn’t. Your relationship with him was just whatever it was.

And you hated it because you loved him. And you hated that you loved him.

The next morning, Sunday morning, you woke up in his arms wearing his T-Shirt. Anyone would think that you were his, but you weren’t. You were the first to wake up, as always, and Harry was snoring beneath you. You felt like his, but you weren’t.

The week flew past, you only came over a few times for a movie night and to keep him company while he edited. Both times he wanted you to sleep over, so both times you did. How could you ever say no to him?

But the next day, when you woke up, he was gone already - off to some meeting or to film. You didn’t want to let it hurt you, because you knew how busy he was, how hard he worked. He doesn’t have time for a relationship with you more than whatever it was.

So you chose to ignore the pit in your stomach that only grew every time you left his house or every time he left early. You grabbed your things, shot him a text, and left, pretending it didn’t bother you. Because it didn’t bother you. That was just how things were, and how they had to be.

The next Sunday morning, he broke your heart.

Things were too complicated, there were too many strings and they were all beginning to get knotted. He needed to untie them before the knot got too big.

And you understood, like you always do. It was for the best, if he kept whatever the relationship you two had going any longer, you might’ve fallen too hard and obtained permanent damage only he could mend. So you just nodded in understanding, not daring to meet his eyes, as he tried to let you down gently.

It broke his heart too.

Harry didn’t realize at first, he thought that with you gone his love for you would vanish as quick as you did. But he was reminded by it constantly. He found himself staring at the hoodie you bought him, until he got so frustrated and confused that he tore it off the hanger and threw it to the back of his wardrobe. But then he started seeing your face in all the little things you two used to always share, like the fluffy blue blanket on his couch and the cookies you got him hooked on.

Eventually he found himself laying on his bed alone on a Sunday morning with the fluffy blue blanket and the hoodie you bought him.

You both tried dating, but it didn’t fill the freshly dug hole in your hearts.

The thing with knots is that they’re hard to untie and the strings remain tangled. The harder you pull the strings in opposite directions, the tighter the knot gets.

When some girl Harry was on a date with a random Saturday night told him he was a good conversationalist, he rudely and abruptly told her he had to leave and this wasn’t going to work out. His anger masked the hurt he felt from missing you.

The next morning he woke up without you in his arms, which just felt wrong for a Sunday morning.

He thought about calling you, he even stared at your contact for about half an hour before he had the balls to get up, grab his hoodie and drive to your place. He had no idea what to say to you.

When you opened your door at eleven a.m. that Sunday morning, he was the last person you were expecting.

“What do you want?” You words were cold and your face was blank. He broke your heart, which broke his.

“I fucking miss you.”

“You can’t do this, Harry,” you tell him, voice shaky as you put all your energy into keeping your guard up. “It’s not fair. You ended things. You didn’t want whatever the fuck our relationship was.”

“I don’t want that,” Harry says bluntly. “Fuck that. I want more than that. I want you to be mine.”

You’re taken aback at his words, you never thought that he’d ever find enough time in his busy, fast-paced, hectic life for you.

“You broke my heart.”

“I know, love, and I’m sorry,” Harry takes a step forward, reaching out to you. He knows the effect ‘baby’ has on you. “I was a fucking dumbass. I thought - I thought whatever feelings I had for you would disappear when you left, but they didn’t. You’re everywhere.”

“I’m not having a label-less relationship with you,” you state. “I want it to be official.”

Harry nods, stepping closer to you again. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

This was the best Sunday morning of them all.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x you

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primalsouls · 3 years

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checkup

albedo x m! reader

⚠️ : none but let me know!

theme: general

note: albedo albedo albedo albedo. i just love albedo and want to write something more general because usually the fics i read tend to be too fluff or too angst and sometimes other fics tend to feel like a super slow. like, im not trying to read an eassy. 💀 jkjk lol anyway, enjoy, hope you like it! and thank you for reading! let me know what you think. :)

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Dragonspine was never in their bucket list of places to visit. It was deadly cold. Monsters roamed around. Even the Fatui were presented. [Y/N] was surprised how he managed to reached the campus set out by the Chief Alchemist further up the mountain. One would think he would camp out with the group based at the bottom of the mountain. He was a skilled swordman and his vision kept him warm throughout the difficult journey as best as it could. He did broke a sweat when fighting a few monsters but all that was important was his destination. Thus meeting Albedo, the genius Kreideprinz. [Y/N] was new to the Knight of Favonius, started back a few weeks ago. Today he was ordered by the Acting Grand Master to assist the Captain of the Investigation Team in one of his experiments. Or alternatively, Jean worried about the alchemist not taking care of himself and potentially risking failed experiments turn to unwanted results in Dragonspine and Mondstadt.

It was his order to check on the man. But, by the Archons, does he had to camp this far up. [Y/N] groaned when he reached a broken bridge. How was he going to get to the other side? Ah, right. Gliding. With a good running start, he could jump just high enough and glide his way to the other half of the fallen bridge with no added injuries. A flawless plan.

Not.

A scream left his lips when he jumped as best as he could after his run. No wonder he did terrible at mathematics. His calculations were off. And now, he was going to pump down to his end. Just to check on some big-time, smart guy. [Y/N] should had decline. But he wanted to prove himself. For what now? Prove he can see the light firsthand? What a joke. He reached out, his hand inches away from the other broken part of the bridge. He was so focus on reaching something to grab on he didn't hear his own scream leave his mouth nor the abrupted tug on his hand held by another. He came to his senses when he smacked against the wall under the brigde harshly, letting out a groan. [Y/N] looked up. [E/C] eyes met bright teal eyes. Such beautiful eyes. It felt like he was staring into emerald instead. They outshined the blues around Dragonspine. Like sun if the clouds ever go away.

"Are you only going to keep staring or help me pull you up?" He heard, the soothe voice snapping [Y/N] out of their thoughts. A blush bloomed on his face as he cleared his throat, using his other hand to keep himself firm in their hold.

"S-Sorry..." [Y/N] mumbled as he was pulled up. Solid, cold ground was what he felt right away. He looked over his shoulder, grimacing at the sight of the long fall he could had experienced first and last. Cursing the fall away, the knight turned back to his savior, about to thank them until he stopped himself. Upon closer look, his savior was... handsome. Their ashy light blonde hair reached below their shoulders, pulled back in a braided ponytail. It lookes adorable. Soft, even. It makes him want to run his fingers through it. Realizing he was staring again, [Y/N] cleared his throat as he shook his head, his blush increasing in color. Eyes darted to stare at the ground instead. "Uh, thank yo-you... Thank you for saving me back there." The knight said with a small smile, looking back his savior only to see them walk away already. "What?" [Y/N] sat there forzen, not believing what happened. He chuckled weakly, now pissed for the rude manner. "Hey, wait up!" He stood up from the ground, dusting himself off from any snow as he ran up to catch up to the mystery person. "You know, it's really rude to jusf walk away like that!" [Y/N] complained, slowing down as he came up to a campsite. His eyes widen a bit. There were bookshelves lined up again the walls of the cavern. Tables filled with written pages and materials. A small set of art supplies in one area and an crafting table by his side. Did his savior lived here? Wait, was this...?

"Are you the Captain of the Investigation Team, Albedo?" The knight said, walking up to the alchemist who simply nodded with no reply. He was focused on his work, [Y/N] could see that. "Oh okay..." He muttered underneath his breath, raising a brow. Well, here he was. The alchemist looked alright. There was no sight of any failed experiments. Mondstadt was good to stay for another day. But [Y/N] wasn't leaving yet. "My name is [F/N]. I was ordered by the Acting Grand Master to check on you... Which is why I'm here..." Albedo only gave a faint hum. What a conversationalist. "Okaaay..." The young man looked around. He couldn't just leave after what he just experienced. He was still shaky.

"Where are you from?" [Y/N] asked, attempting to make a conversation.

"Here and there." Albedo replied bluntly.

"What do you do?"

"This and that."

"You ever-"

"Now and then."

"Gosh, you're just full of information." [Y/N] grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And you're just full of interruptions." Albedo fired back, finally looking away from his work and turned to the knight. His expression was stoic but his beautiful emerald eyes held a hint of annoyance. His comment made the other man pouted and rolled his eyes. "You done your quest. Now, you may leave."

"What the-? Huh?" He couldn't believe it. He was being kicked out? Reasonable, actually. But still. What a rude alchemist. "Okay, look, I have to actually make sure you're okay and Jean said to stay for a few days before I return, anyway." [Y/N] explained. Albedo sighed softly, disinterested from the interaction. The knight clicked his tongue. "So, no, I'm not leaving." The knight huffed, head held high. Albedo hummed again, already looking back at his work. "Oh my- really?" [Y/N] shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He kept studying the area they were in, trying to locate any sort of self-care going on. There was a cook pot but the burned woods look as if it had went out hours ago. "How long had you been working?"

Albedo shrugged, papers being moved around in his area. [Y/N] sighed. He went to stand beside the table, inches away from him to not disturb his work. With the closeup, [Y/N] saw fainted dark circles under his eyes. He looked a little pale, too.

"Have you eaten at all? Rest?" He asked softly, a frown on his face. His gloved hands rest on his waist. [Y/N] looked like a parent scolding their child. Albedo shrugged again. The knight groaned, head tilted back. The lack of responses were starting to pissed him off. "I'll make you something." He grumbled, looking into his traveling bag as he walked over to the pot. Using his Pryo vision, he watched the flames come to alive once more. He pulled out pre-packaged ingredients he made himself before he set off.

Albedo's concentration was fully on his project but the smell of a delicious meal wandered around his nose. It pulled him out of his priority. The scent made his stomach growled. The Geo user stopped what he was doing and turned around. His eyes spotted the knight crouched down beside the pot, stirring around the contents it cooked. The flames illuminated the small cave, the knight's face glowed from it. Hair swayed back, half-lidded eyes stared boredly at the pot. Soft lips pressed into a thin line. It was a pretty sight. A perfect picture. A gorgeous paint on a canvas. His canvas. The scenery needed to be painted in his canvas.

[Y/N] heard movements behind him but he didn't bother to look up. He figured the alchemist was still all over his experiments. Behind his back, Albedo set up his easel, an 18x24 canvas rest nicely on it. His paints, brushes, and palette laid beside him on a stool with a cup of water on it as well. He began to sketch out the sight, a concentrated frown on his face.

"Hmm... I think it's done." [Y/N] muttered to himself, smiling a bit at the cooked stew he made. He was about to get up but a shout stopped him.

"Don't move! I'm not done yet." He heard the alchemist. The Pyro user blinked, confusion written over his face. "Not done..." Albedo continued, his hand moving a brush around. [Y/N] swallowed, wondering what he was doing.

"Why can't I move?" He asked, still in the position.

"Because I'm not finish."

"Finish with what?"

"The painting... It's not finished..." Albedo trailed off, focusing more on the canvas. [Y/N] was dumbfounded. Ah, right. The alchemist had a set of art supplies. But why could he be painting? Was he painting him? He was just sitting around the cook pot, nothing else. What did he capture in his mind to had the urge to paint? So much questions ran through his head and his face rest back to how it was when the knight stared at the pot. Just what Albedo needed to complete his new piece.

Half an hour passed and the flames were small. the pot was sat beside it. No need to have burnt food. [Y/N]'s legs were starting to cramp.

"Are you do-"

"Done." Albedo finished for him, stepping back from his canvas. [Y/N] sighed in relief as he stood up and stretched his limps out, hearing a few joints popped. Surely didn't sounded good but felt good. He walked over to Albedo.

"Can I see, please?" He asked, tilting his head. Albedo stared at the canvas before shifting his eyes over to the knight. He suddenly felt flustered. What a foreign feeling. It was he was embarrassed. He was not embarrassed. His face felt warmed. Was he blushing? What was going on? [Y/N] waited for an answer, raising a brow as he sent a charming smile his way. Why did such a gesture made his chest tightened but in a good way? Like something fluttered inside him. Was his heart beat increasing? Impossible. Feelings were unfamiliar to him. So, why was he experiencing them right now? "Albedo..." His name rolled out of his mouth. It sounded perfect. Did he just noticed it?

"It's not finished..." Albedo replied quickly, throwing [Y/N] off guard.

"But you said-"

"It's not finished." Albedo repeated, clearing his throat. The knight nodded slowly.

"Okaay..." [Y/N] mumbled, looking back at the pot. "Ah, well, dinner is ready. C'mon, let's eat." He said, walking back at the pot to begin serving the meal for both. Albedo watched him, lips parted slightly. His teal eyes moved back to the canvas. Finished. It was finished. He just... didn't want to show the knight but why? It was beautifully painted. A pretty piece. The look he captured from the knight painted there. Admirable.

"Are you coming or what?" [Y/N] called out, already setting the other table for them to eat at. Albedo blinked and nodded a second later. He placed his brush and palette down, taking his gloves off as he made his way over. There they sat. In complete silence. It wasn't awkward, fortunately. It was comfortable atmosphere. No need to exchange words. Albedo seem to like that. Perhaps Jean did a good thing to sent someone out. It felt nice to have company over for once.

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woozisnoots · 3 years

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svt in college! | alex edition

° pairing: ot13 x reader ° genre: fluff(?), what my stream of consciousness finds funny, college!au ° word count: 1034 ° warning: slightttt violence ° a/n: i know i have requests to write >< but i really needed to write smth fun :( act as a shot of of serotonin into my veins ahahaha [insert fratboy emoji] disclaimer tho - this was ENTIRELY SELF INDULGENT and very very catered to me which is why vernon’s is unnecessarily long SO IM SORRY !!! i still hope you guys think its fun :D

° masterlist!

seungcheol: a business major, minoring in international relations. has the slightest crush on you but suppresses it pretty well without you realizing because he knows you like someone else. he likes to take you on what he calls bestie dates to a nearby arcade or places to eat when you’re stressed.

jeonghan: a psych major, minoring in communications, whom you oddly spend a lot of time with because he asks for homework help every other day when you’ve only taken 1-2 psych classes in your entire life :P but he’s a good listener and subs in as therapist on the weekdays so you let him stick around.

joshua: an english major. doesn’t know why and slightly regrets it but if it means he can keep the tinie bookshelf he has in his doom to make it look like he’s smart, then that’s motivation to keep him going. you tolerate him because you guys randomly go on trips at 2am and buys you food :D

jun: a childhood education major. the friend of a friend of a friend of someone’s cousin that happen to be your friend and so you see him at parties sometimes :) actually really fun to be around when you’re not too much into the party scene and play hopscotch or bean bag toss outside the persons’ backyard.

soonyoung: the loud dance team captain that won’t give you 5 minutes of quiet time waiting for your chem professor to open the door to the lab room because he has his speakers on at max volume dancing to kelly clarkson,,,, he’s pretty chill otherwise, he’s in my math class. claims hes the eye of the tiger when he comes to class in leopard print

wonwoo: premed that’s somehow taking enough classes to graduate with a literature minor. he and cheol talk a lot because they’re in the same broadcasting club or something of the sort. you guys acknowledge each other’s presence and share a moment of tea together sometimes with cheol.

jihoon: double majoring in music composition and theory. says he absolutely hates it because he thinks the work he does is completely pointless. but then goes on to write you like 27484737 love songs within a week for a single assignment. denies to other people that you’re his best friend and that he hates your guts but you’re the only one allowed in his private studio on school days and can fiddle with his equipment sometimes :3

minghao: an art major minoring in history. eventually wants to be a gallery director so he can hold his own. you make him drag you everyone for his work when you’re bored or have free time bc he takes pictures for the school newspaper/website. you guys strike a negotiation that you drive and he buys snacks.

mingyu: you only know him for playing in your uni’s (american) football team. his tall ass is like linebacker or some shit you don’t even know his major. you had to take a kickboxing class for PE credit and you swept him to the ground and put him a choke hold. you never let him live that down everrr. you also steal his lunch money from his bag when he’s at practice.

seokmin: a musical theatre major, minoring in music composition. you guys met through jihoon. you were absolutely FLOORED when you heard him sing as the lead for the school’s spring musical. it is now tradition that you guys get crepes after every show and make jihoon pay B) he hangs out with you and jihoon a lot and randomly make music together. and ahahaha people think jihoon and seokmin are fighting over you!! >:( that’s absolutely preposterous, seokmin is too good of a soul (you say this as you help him kneed dough for the pizza you guys are making together)

seungkwan: an education major, minoring in music because he wants to teach music to little kiddos ^-^ THE BESTEST OF THE BESTIES!!! like if you’re not hanging out with jihoon/seokmin or cheol, you crash at seungkwan’s apartment and raids his kitchen when you run out of groceries ;D he keeps making fun of you for your car until you remind him that he can’t drive. on the weekends, you guys love to bake muffin, cookie, or cake recipes to prep for the daycare on mondays :3

vernon: okay actually, he doesn’t go to college SHDJSJSHS you met him on the side of the road once when you decided to walk instead of using your car (silly you!) and you saw vernon doing some cool graffiti art (IT WASN’T VANDALISM!!!). which was a total coincidence because at that point, you were ready to take a bus and wait right at the bus stop where he set up. since it was a long wait, you guys talked and he kept you company. you learn that this is actually a big project he’s been working on and is finally getting paid big bucks for something he really likes doing. you learn that he’s a great conversationalist and you miss the bus first bus ride home and have to wait another hour or so whoops! this becomes more and more of a daily thing, slowly getting to know each other. fast forward months later and it’s your birthday :D and you don’t expect anything at all because how would he know, you don’t really like your birthday anyways UNTIL vernon surprises you with a spray paint drawing of your favorite animal! and then asks you out on a date and you guys fall deeply in love

chan: a linguistics major. yeah, he doesn’t know why either, he’s just rolling with it. says he’s liking it so far, but no one really knows if he’s lying or not, including yourself. you drag chan to college events like club fairs and rallies because you’re too embarrassed to go alone and no one else wants to go LOL he begs you to drive him places during your three day weekends because he always wants to go off campus and do stuff with you and the guy pals, but he doesn’t like the freeway :/ its fine though because he pays for gas.

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flamehairedwritings · 4 years

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Hi! Would you be able to do a headcanon for Hopper asking you out on a date and the actual date? Thanks so much 💕

Apologies again for how late this is!!

Asking You Out

listen,,,,

Jim Hopper is a man who knows what he wants. He flat out says it most of the time.

When it comes to asking women out in Hawkins, because of his reputation, they know what to expect; you’re gunna fuck at the end of the night and it’s gunna be one of the best nights of your life.

But there’s a difference when it comes to Jim Hopper asking a woman out to get a drink, and him asking her out to get dinner.

drink = fuck

dinner = relationship

He knows you. Everyone in Hawkins knows everyone, to some degree. There’s only a handful of bars in the town so he’s always seeing you, and many a night he’s contemplated asking you out for a drink or seizing the night and buying you a drink now.

Tonight, he’s going to. He’s very much going to. In fact, he does. He goes up to where you are sat alone while your friend has gone to the bathroom, and clears his throat.

You turn your head, meet his gaze, and then he sees it.

The minute face you pull.

He ignores it, hey, no one really likes the Chief of Police coming up to talk to them even if he’s off duty.

You introduce yourselves, you being very polite, and engage in some small talk. He thinks he’s doing damn good, being very charming and suave, asking about your day, holding your gaze, trying to not too obviously undress you, and then… and then you pause, and sigh.

Giving a very polite smile, you say, ‘Look, Hopper, I think I’ll save you some time and just say that I’m not going to sleep with you. You’re nice, but, sorry, I think you’d have better luck elsewhere.’

He stares at you, stunned, quite frankly.

‘Right, okay…’

He really felt the gravity of it, then, his reputation. That women were just expecting him to ask them out for a fuck drink whenever he approaches, and that was the kind of man he’s seen as.

Well, he’d show ‘em.

‘… I was actually comin’ over to ask you out for dinner.’

It’s your turn to stare now, your lips parting.

Dinner. Dinner? Was that code for something now? You can’t remember the last time you’d heard that Jim Hopper had asked a woman out for dinner, and you know you’d remember it because it’s so damn rare.

You close your mouth, pause, then accept with a smile, because you just had to see how this was going to go, and figure out once and for all what kind of a man Jim Hopper is.

He nods, asks if tomorrow night is okay, which it is, and he says he’ll see you at Enzo’s at 7:30.

You say your goodbyes, and then he’s walking away, still stunned, and you stare at your drink as your friend returns.

‘Uh… What did I just miss?’

‘… I’m not quite sure.’

The Date

What the fuck is he doing.

He’s not interested in a relationship right now, he doesn’t want to burden anyone with what his life brings.

Which includes him.

Throughout the day leading up to it, he’s… nervous. Agitated. A touch more irritable than usual.

How does he even want this to go??

You won’t sleep with him, he’s made that clear, so… What? He’s just gonna have a meal with someone and get to know them?

Oh.

Like an actual date.

He’s there early, which is a miracle for him, but that’s mainly down to Flo finding out about it, as she always seems to do, and practically marching him out of the door to go home the moment his shift ends.

He figured he did want to impress you and show you he’s not an asshole, so he dressed nice, clean shirt and jacket, clean trousers, showered, washed and dried his hair, combed it and his beard.

Flo had made a reservation earlier in the day so he couldn’t back out with any kind of excuse and he sits at the table at 7:16, straightening his jacket and folding his long legs.

He orders a glass of wine for himself and water for the table, figuring you won’t mind if he gets started with just a drink, at least.

You arrive at 7:27 and he pauses as he watches you enter, his eyes managing to trail your body before snapping up to meet your gaze before you catch him.

You look fucking hot.

He rises from his seat as you near, smiling warmly and he pauses, slightly awkwardly, not knowing how you’ll want to greet him.

You kiss his cheek, which surprises him, and he just has a chance to lightly touch his hand on your back before you’re already drawing back and taking your seat, prompting him to take his.

Now he’s very fucking nervous, ‘cause you look even more beautiful than you did last night.

The waiter returns and you order a drink as he continues to look at you.

What the fuck are you gonna talk about? He’s not a great conversationalist, unless he knows what he’s working towards, oh, fuck you’re looking at him again.

Turns out, though, you are a great conversationalist.

Within minutes, he’s relaxing, laughing, even, with you as you tell him about your job, about your life, your hobbies, interests.

And he’s enraptured. He actually cares. He’s interested.

He even tells you about some parts of his life, making sure to keep it light, though, and he can’t believe you’re actually listening properly, seemingly hanging on his every word.

He’s almost annoyed when the meal finishes, even after you both have dessert and a third drink.

He insist on paying, and does, and as you walk out onto the street, you turn to him with a smile.

‘Well, I really enjoyed that.’

‘Me, too.’

And he fucking did. Every moment of it.

‘So… What happens next?’

He looks at your smile widening, our expectant expression, and…

You took a chance on him… and he’s not gonna let you regret it.

‘… You free tomorrow night?’

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write-tingss · 4 years

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Jeff Atkins

(mini story) but if y'all want more I will continue it.

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You were childhood friends with Clay and lived next door, you were transferring to Liberty and that's when you catch the eye of one Jeff Atkins.

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Clay and I have always been friends since as far as I can remember, we started loosing touch around the time we started different middle schools. we were still neighbors but school, sports, new friends it all got in the way. we would talk occasionally until it got to the point of just acknowledgment. Recently I found out that I will be switching schools to liberty high, I thought I would reach out to clay and hopefully have my friend back and a friend once I walk through the new halls. I went outside to see clay walking down the street with a brunette girl. “hey Jensen, Jensens girlfriend ?” “we’re just,,,,friends Y/N” he seems so flustered it seemed so hard not to laugh. “im Y/N, clays best friend.” I extended my hand to the girl who called herself Hannah. Clay was quietly standing there while Hannah and I did all the talking. “so looks like i’ll be starting liberty with you guys this year.” Hannah seemed relieved by my statement as she was quick to respond with a jokingly sigh “great I won't be the only new girl after all.” After she said that I felt my body loosing tension knowing that I wouldn't be completely alone. after some more talking Clay took Hannah home. I was getting ready for bed when a scrawny pale boy barged into my room, “ReALLy Y/N?! my best friend? we haven't talked since middle school and how could you not tell me you were coming to Liberty until right now today?! Why are you even coming to my school anyway I thought you loved it at your new school with your new friends” I sat next to clay on the bed “you know I’d like to rather not get into it, but know this Clay you have always been my best friend and you'll always be my family but I understand if you don't want me going to your school, I have no choice over that but I will leave you and Hannah alone.” “oh shit im really sorry I didn't know it was that bad.” I didn't even need to give him the details and he already knew it was serious, he sat up and put an arm around me. “don't worry, you're my best friend of course I want you around.”

It had already been a couple of days of starting Liberty and I love it here, Hannah and I are joined at the hip and tho it may make clay jealous or uncomfortable or weird out or whatever I don't mind, im happy. I walked into the library to see clay tutoring a friend, a handsome friend, “hey Jensen you need a ride after school or are you gonna ride your bike? Hannah and I are going to the Mall before her shift so I really need to know. How rude of me, hi im Y/N.” I extended a hand out to Jeff and he shook my hand a tad longer than normal but I didn't mind. “ill take my bike, now can you leave we are doing something important here.” Clay said a tad more annoyed than I'd like but I got up and was on my way out after waving goodbye to the boys. “it was really nice meeting you.” I could hear Jeff say as I walked off.

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Jeff POV:

It was already hard to concentrate on what clay was saying, guess that's why I need tutoring, it instantly got harder once she walked in the library. It was like one of those movies where everything goes in slow motion as the hot character walks over to the main character, holy shit she is walking over here....and right up to Jensen? “No, you're not rude at all, its nice to meet you, im Jeff.” I didn't want to let go of her hand, that is until clay started to yell at her and with that she left with her answer. “it was really nice meeting you.” I yelled out and got some shushes but it was worth it to see her look back with a smile and wiggle her cute fingers. Clay on the other hand not so cute face, looked like he ate something sour. “ sorry about that, we've know each other since we were in diapers, she's like my annoying little sister the only difference is I can go to my own house when she gets too much.” he laughed a little too hard at that one. “I don't know clay she seems pretty cool, you shouldn't have yelled at her maybe she would've stayed longer,” again a sour look arose “ ugh that's the point, I didnt want her staying longer, anyways we have more important things to talk about if you want to pass your test, come on man.” we went back to the books but all could think about was Y/N and how was this there first time I've seen her. “hey how come I've never seen her before?” “because she's new, now focus.” “im serious man like what's her story?”

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Hannah and I were trying to find the perfect outfit for some party this weekend, that's the thing about Liberty High there is probably a party every weekend. “so just tell your parents that's your sleeping over at my house, if clay goes he can be the DD and my parents work so much they value their sleep so the won't be awake when we get back.” I kept talking as Hannah kept looking with such persistence “I've never seen you this picky over clothes what's gotten into you Han?” “ I just really want to look good tonight is all,” “ooohhh is it boy? girl? Jensen perhaps ?” “its....someone..” she smiled and went to try on this super cute yet mature blue dress.

we were in my room getting dressed when I got a text from clay saying he was already there. Hannah ditched the cute dress to go with something more casual and laid back. I went with a tee shirt dress and some white sneakers. We parked the car and made it half way past the lawn before getting intercepted by one Justin Foley accompanied by a Zach Dempsey. “hey Y/N you look nice, and so do you Hannah” Zach slurred. “well as unattractive as that is we are gonna go get a drink, come on Han, bye boys see ya around” I practically had to drag Hannah away from Justin. “what was that about? I didn't know y'all had so much in common, you want to go back?” I questioned Hannah laughing while walking through the doors. “no it was nothing just something about a class we both have, don't worry about it. lets find clay” we walk into the kitchen and see a half anxious clay with the handsome boy from the library. “hey you” I said to Jeff as I walked right up to him instead of clay,”you girls want a drink?” within a few minutes clay and Hannah were immersed in their own little world, luckily I had Jeff. we sat by the pool and it felt like nothing could touch us, “so how are you liking liberty?” we talked about baseball, school, our family, our likes and dislikes. we talked about our hopes and dreams and what we planed to do with our lives. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the opening up, maybe it was the music or the fact that he was so darn cute but I desperately wanted him to kiss me.

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Jeff POV:

“all im saying Jensen is batman would win okay” “yeah well you're an idiot and obviously so wrong, superman would.” I went to get a refill when I saw Y/N coming trough the door. “you know things would be so much easier for me if Y/N would just let me and Hannah have some alone time.” “aren't you guys alone when you're at work?” clay paused “yeah man but that's work, we have to be professional.” all I could do was laugh “alright man ill keep Y/N occupied, really its my pleasure don't worry and you work your magic.” clay looked genuinely scared as he croaked out “wait what do I say?” “just don't mention batman vs superman and you'll be fine, here they come. You girls want a drink?” I tried asking Y/N about her time so far at liberty but she couldn't here me over the music so I brought her out to the pool. we sat there for what felt like hours with our feet dipped in the water as the music and wind was filling up the air. she had this incredible look in her eyes, they sparkled everytime she talked about something that she was passionate about and the way her eyes would sparkle the same way when I started talking as if I was the best story teller in the world. she was so inventive and an amazing conversationalist. she was shy but confident, I don't know exactly what it was but I desperately wanted to kiss her.

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herakosmos · 4 years

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matchup exchange w/ @sobawithshoto! 𐐪𐑂

im so sorry this took longer than expected :(( but ty for doing this exchange with me though!! 🥺

she’s honestly so sweet and talented🥺pls check out her amazing blog! <33

if you want to do a matchup exchange with me pls dm me! <3

i match you up with . . .

tadashi yamaguchi!! 𐐪𐑂

✰ you guys were definitely childhood friends before anything. this shy kid took a while to confess, but you guys were the type of friends where EVERYONE knew were gonna end up together somehow😭😭

✰ i feel like tsukki said something to him to make him confess to you because poor guy needs someone to help him figure out why his heart beats so fast whenever you make eye contact with him or why he feels the need to always want to know what you’re doing🥺

✰ tsukki honestly had to help him do everything with the planning, flowers etc because yamaguchi didn’t want to do it alone

“would you please be my girlfriend..?”

✰ when you said yes omg the boy had a smile plastered onto his face for the rest of the day lmao

✰ you guys definitely are magnetic towards each other. I wouldn’t say obsessively clingy, but the affection in this relationship is so adorable!

✰ since either one you guys had never experienced actually being in a relationship, everything is a first timer for both of ya’ll (AWHHH)

✰ i could just imagine yamaguchi looking up how to kiss someone and when the tutorial says to practice on his hand, he’ll be so into it he wouldn’t even notice you at the door

“yams..?”

✰ HE THREW HIS WHOLE PHONE AT THE WALL I KID YOU NOT HAHSJDJDJ

✰ imagine explaining to the people who has to fix his broken screen about how and why he broke it omg😭

✰ to add, he actually looks up A LOT of things especially how-to’s because he just wants to be the best boyfriend ever :((

✰ he tried learning “twinkle twinkle little star” for you on the piano and although he made a few mistakes here and there its the THOUGHT that counts

✰ he also learned how to use those rollers for your bangs, so that he could help you put it in when you want to do your hair🥺

✰ the fact that you’re such a good conversationalist is super beneficial towards yamaguchi since he always needs someone to support him. of course he’ll do the same for you and honestly feel like the happiest man alive when you come to him for help, but there are those times when you just don’t and he’ll respect that :((

✰ sometimes these convos could go on until midnight and afterwards you two would feel so much better afterwards. like the feeling of lifting the burden off your shoulders

✰ when wanting some advice he 100% only goes to you because you’re so honest and cut throat with it. even though sometimes it could be harsh, he knows it’s only because you want the best for him

✰ whenever you guys hang out with tsukishima aka salt shaker, he always finds a way to tease ya’ll and yams gotta depend on you to make a witty comeback and of course you always shut him down because you ain’t backing down until he does

✰ (queen energy✨💅)

“that’s my girl🥺🥰”

“simp”

✰ honestly you bouta beat tsukki up at this point😭

✰ lets PLEASE talk about how this man gives the absolute best cuddles!! he actually wants to be the smaller spoon, but of course would be the bigger spoon if you wanted him to be

✰ in this relationship, i think the physical affection is gonna pretty awkward at first since both of ya’ll are inexperienced, but overtime you guys would get the hang of it!!

✰ spending time with each other is a MUST

✰ you guys have a scheduled date every week and it could range from staying at home or going out! he really doesn’t mind, so whatever you want to do, he would do it as long as it’s with you🥰

✰ morning jogs is one particular date you guys do on occasions and a little break stop at a nearby park

✰ (ok but yams with sweatpants🌚)

✰ BACK TO THE MATCHUPSBNDJF

✰ a shared airpod bud in each of your guy’s ear blasting a shared playlist which includes both of your guy’s favorite songs

✰ his hand never leaves yours while strolling around the park

✰ when finally reaching home, you guys would just binge watch anime and eat all of the spicy foods you want on the couch until your eyes grew heavy and felt tired

“babyyyy carry me to the bed”

✰ whenever you felt sleepy that’s when your clingy side starts to really show and boy did he LOVE that sdbsldkjhsbadlkj

✰ the way you cling onto him while he bridle styled or piggybacks you back to your room makes his heart pound rapidly🥺 he’ll gently place you onto the bed while placing a light peck on your forehead

✰ pet names made him turn so red, but the more he used them, his usuals were “baby” “honey” “munchkin” and sometimes when he’s feeling super bold “baby girl” ;)

✰ yamaguchi absolutely adores your height. instead of teasing you about it he admires the height differences and says how cute it is. whenever you can’t reach something he’s always there right in back of you grabbing it for you, then looks at you with his loving eyes :(((

✰ there’s a bunch of stuff you guys have a lot in common and honestly helps you guys lift each other up

✰ for example, you having a fear of failure and always beating yourself up for it, yams totally understands this since he’s been there for his first attempt at the jump float serve. plus you being insecure about yourself, he can relate due to the fact he was bullied as a kid having freckles/acne on his face :((

✰ lastly, the stage fright and having all of the attention on yourself AGAIN yamaguchi can relate too due to the fact he literally froze on court in the middle of a match :((

✰ all of these connections really help you too relate to A LOT of things and help each other build one another up for it (if that makes sense)

✰ you being a capricorn and him being a scorpio = a great match!

✰ this is a very harmonious blend of water and earth. both signs seek comfort, security and consistency. “this is the kind of relationship that can even begin in primary school or college, then last throughout adulthood” UHHH COINCIDENCE???!

bonus!

heres an anime relationship type gif that i just think you two would do 🥺

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dreamyaqua · 3 years

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double aquarius anon here again; i redownloaded the app & i got the update! first of all i enjoyed reading everything you wrote SO much (including the jacob part 🥺) so i just wanted to say thank u bc I WAS FREAKING OUT SKDJ!! i was so shocked that you shipped me with him tbh,, secondly i read astrology stuff mostly bc i relate to my sun sign a lot and i think it’s really interesting to read abt it but im not super invested but im genuinely amazed after what you wrote about my placements. its super understandable that you were confused as to if im more shy or confident bc im def both. i really enjoy meeting new people and I think im a great conversationalist and i know exactly what to say to make my friends laugh! but then on the other hand i reallyy like working things out on my own and almost never ask for help, sometimes im not in the mood to talk and be super enthusiastic so im quiet,, love going out with friends but i honestly really value my personal time as well like sometimes i just want to sit in my pjs and watch yt 🤷🏻‍♀️ i also agree w what you said about me being sympathetic, empathetic and caring, if i say so myself im good at putting myself in other people’s shoes, you used the right words sensitive and receptive as well because i can really tell peoples emotions influence me a lot— if someone is crying ill get sad too and might tear up ): & about being creative; i dance, journal & take photos! i also really like making those drinks and pastries that you see in homecafe vids! about wanting to help others,, i want to become a nutritionist in the future and help people who experience food guilt fall in love with nutrition and fitness :)) (when you said i could have a both artistic and scientific tune of mind i immediately though abt the artsy things i do but also me being interested in science). im also reallyy independent (goes w the fact that i don’t like receiving help from others) and i like doing a lot of things on my own (my pride is also big lmao). you saying i enjoy speaking my mind is so funny because everyone knows i can go oFF with my arguments if someone disagrees w me and all my teachers tell me im great at supporting my opinions! it honestly made me smile how you said im probably optimistic and hardworking bc i really do try to be that way & the last two things you said about me (generous and has an eye for aesthetic flairs) ive heard before many many times from ppl so even though i can’t judge for myself i suppose they might be true :’) a LOT of people also tell me i give off this very calm aura and that the way i carry myself makes me look and sound very mature and that i know what i want so everyone thinks im older than i am. anyways thank you so much again & SORRY for making u write so much!

Ahh first of all, I'm super sorry it took me so long to reply!! I've been super busy but I really appreciate that you liked my ship and that you're giving me such great feedback because honestly, WOW I'd have never thought I'd get it right like that. I'm genuinely surprised but also super happy about it.

And all of this fits so well with your chart!! You being a double Aquarius with your sun in 1st definitely explains why you can relate to your sun sign so well. Our Ascendant is super important and shows us our outlook on life and also our destiny (or was is our desires? I gotta go look that up again and check which of the two words it was😂 I'm sorry I sometimes mix up English words that look similar😂 Non-native speaker problems ansjjsj). But anyway, it's so interesting to hear that because I actually am the exact other way.😂 My Aquarius sun is in the 7th house because I'm a Leo rising and since the sign on the 7th house cusp can be the traits we reject in ourselves, I struggle to relate to Aquarius memes and even my astro friends say I don't seem/act like an Aquarius. Isn't it interesting how we differ in these ways- I think that's what makes astrology so interesting because when you put all the pieces together, you get a unique chart of a unique individual.🥰

But other than that, I can honestly relate to many things you said were true for you - I also am artistic but logical as well.^^ And your artistic interests are so cool! I dance as well but have never managed to consistently journal. Do you have a bullet journal that you decorate and all? I always find them super aesthetic to look at.🤧 I may not really journal but I draw and sing :D

And everything you said about your emotional nature fits your Cancer moon so well and I also feel like it's makes for a very interesting combination with your Aquarius placements.

The way you can support your opinions well and go off when someone disagrees with you is definitely Aries Mars in 3rd culture haha. I'm the total opposite of that, I think I'd be horrible at debating and shy away from any form of conflict or argument/disagreement. :'))

But also, I really love that you're trying your best to be optimistic and hardworking, that's so admirable and I can also definitely see how you have a calm aura!^-^ I don't know how old you are but I definitely feel like you give off very mature vibes, so to me, it feels very comfortable to talk to you!!^-^

And please don't apologize!! It was a pleasure to read and sorry again for taking so long with my answer!!😭😭😭

#also that you want to be a nutritionist and help ppl overcome food guilt is so sweet :(#i feel like life could be so much easier if we didn't punish ourselves for eating a sweet treat or something #like if you focus on a balanced diet it's totally fine to treat yourself here and there😭#but ofc the media and all the unrealistic beauty standards definitely affect the way we view food and that's super sad :(#but also wow imagining the drinks and pastries you enjoy making make me hungry haha i'm sure they're super delicious😭🥺#ask #astro asks #anonymous

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fuzzbuns · 4 years

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Im in a bad mood because american education system is hell so im gonna ramble about stuff no one cares about for that sweet serotonin aka atsutodo* tho really just Mr Atsushi... Sir Joned arbuck-

*?... like i mean its lowkey atsutodo i will not front but realistically speaking im just gonna talk about thier relationship and whether you see it as platonic or not it is up to you but like just know in my minds eye MY GOD these bitches GAY.... good for them tho... good for them

I just legit don’t understand people who either think/ characterize atsushi as someone who is mean or doesn’t like todomatsu. Like the only person who legitimately should ever feel that way is totty but we will get there. like, i get not everyone stans atsushi and has been following him ever since that one tweet after ep 22 where he is shown baking a totty themed meal (srsly look at this. the second i saw this tweet back in like 2016 i was like “oh i love this dude”)

LIKE.... LOOK AT THAT.......

Ok so back to the point : like i get most people do not care to keep up with the guy who had 19 seconds of screen time in ep 22 LIKE I GET THAT but literally the very second you look at his characterization in literally anything it is just so clear that he genuinely likes totty and seeks out his company!

And like i know some people saw how totty reacted to him in the movie and went “uh.” But you guys are literally forgetting that todomatsu is a matsuno.... plus totty literally tried to maul his own siblings? IDK to me it just kinda shows to todomatsu clearly feels close enough to atsushi in order to treat him like his siblings because totty is the kind of person who values what people think of him (including atsushi. In ep 7 season 2 he literally is apologizing to atsushi even when atsushi isnt even there which means he clearly cares about whether he is on good terms with him or not) so like....? If he really didnt like atsushi he just wouldnt hange out with him. He just got pissed off,,,, not very deep. Plus atsushi didnt even react.... which to me is just like.... he is close enough to totty to know he is dramatic and is use to having totty be a drunk menace to society. Also? People think he was being mean with the whole ‘neetville’ thing WHICH LIKE..... WHAT ABOUT IT.... like im not even convinced he meant it like that but even if he did, he is just teasing them....it really not that deep..... it is one negative interaction out of the many postitive ones they have had and its is mostly totty who is making a stink (which is a common theme.... BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN HE HATES ATSUSHI WE WILL GET THERE)

Back to atsushi, i feel like seeing him in highschool made me kinda get his character more (tho its just my interpretation so idk. I literally do not know how they characterize him in tabi or the spin off because i just havent seen translations for that stuff? Tho i know i heard that in one of the tabi events he was in people said he was nice to totty (aka he was a good guy... like we have known this.) but thats like.. it.) We barely see him talk! He is super quiet! Which is... going back to the last part.... kind makes the lines he has make sense? I feel like he isnt really the best at taking the lead in conversations and isnt really even that good of a conversationalist but he knows what people what to hear so he just says that and it usually works out fine? Like he can fake it well, like when i write a paper and think “idk what im talking about” and then i get it back and the prof is like “wow..... this was.... breathtaking...” like thanks my head is empty! idk if that makes sense but he just seems like the kind of person who was forced to get good at conversing when he finished highschool in order to network and shit but like deep down he would rather not. Like he is friendly! He has friends and he likes being with them but i feel like if it was up to him he would be a bit more reserved. And the fact he likes totty kinda speaks to this?

Before we get to that i should probably prove he likes totty but i feel like it is so obvious i shouldnt have to..... he set totty up with the girls in ep 7, he apparently goes to the gym with totty every now and then and like. Looks forward to it. The hesowars sprite where he is waving totty as if totty was some kind of celebrity (in front of the girls who clearly dont want to see him. Like atsushi is so oblivious to the fact the atmosphere is awkward because he is too busy being.... gay??? Sorry homies i decided it is gay.) also the offical art of totty and atsushi on a totally-not-a-date.... even if you take the subjective gay subtext i put on there off its still obvious atsushi and totty hang out and atsushi puts effort in in order to do so. I feel like the fact he is still in touch with totty after highschool speaks to just how much effort atsushi put in to keep him around because lets be 100%. Todomatsu seems like a NIGHTMARE to actually have a stable friendship that lasts more than a year with. This is the guy who literally does not get the concept of friendship... and yet here atsushi is.....very much being his friend

I feel like unless you are someone who is very good at reading inbetween the lines/a good listener, it would be impossible to be todomatsus friend just because of the front he puts up. I honestly think since they are highschool friends, totty doesnt put up as much of a front with atsushi cuz like... he saw totty at his most baby..... like you cant come back from that. But totty puts up fronts even with his own siblings so he definitely still has to put up some kind of front with atsushi. So i think atsushi being this quiet kid in highschool gave him the skills to deal with totty. I KNOW THAT SOUNDS MEAN I PROMISE I LOVE TOTTY IM JUST BEING REALISTIC. when you arent doing the talking and you are just listening and taking in what people are saying you start to pick up on a lot of little things. And because atsushi knows what totty was like in highschool i feel like he genuinely understands todomatsu as a person. Like totty can act self assured and dismissive but we (and atsushi) know that deep down he really craves affection and validation. Which is why atsushi sticks around with him and even goes as far as setting him up on dates. Atsushi is a quiet dork at heart. I will not budge on this.

So like where does the asshole rich man idea of atsushi even come from?? Because atsushi isnt really like that (tho i will admit it is very funny... rich asshole atsushi is very funny i can not lie)? The line about him having a car never came off as snobbish to me tbh it just seems awkward (like you know... a quiet kid who is forced to converse). Remember how i said we would come back to that? We are finally doing it. Todomatsu matsuno has too many insecurities and he projects them on the people around him. Notice how we always see atsushi from todomatsu perspective! Totty see atsushi as the guy who always one ups me and takes girls from me.... the guy who said neetville,,,, the guy who likes to look down on commoners..... but .... totty isnt a reliable narrator. Todomatsu has a hard time seeing other people as being genuine because he himself cant be genuine. So when atsushi hangs around him, he assumes that he must be looking down on him, because why else would someone like atsushi wanna be around someone like totty :( (i suggest “because he is gay” but like-) i think totty genuinely likes atsushi but he is so self sabotaging that he cant accept the idea that anyone who knows who he is could ever want to connect with him so he tries to keep atsushi at a distance and lashes out whenever atsushi unknowingly proves his warped perspection of him (an asshole rich guy) right because the idea of someone using ur misery as entertainment is upsetting to say the least.

Its 2020 and i cant believe i just rambled about atsutodo but i was thinking about atsushi recently plus...... i dont keep up with the oso fandom but i saw shit about people who thought atsutodo was.... bad??? And like I genuinely just cant see how you could get to that conclusion? It doesnt have to be ur thing but to reach and say its somehow “Problematic” ??????? The only messy thing about it is just totty being a matsuno like..... atsushi is genuinely such a chill guy i just... its not clicking for me.

Anyway atsushi is a dork man. Quiet highschool kid rep. Coconut head king. jon arbuckle. And if he wants to hold hands with todomatsu matsuno?? Who am i to stop him.... insert image of fma love is love thumbs up

In fact after all the effort he has put in? He deserves to hold his hand..... AND TOTTYS HAND DESERVES TO BE HELD/??/

Ok i have work to do bye

#fuzzy rambles #im suppose to be writing an paper on stress #but i got so stressed thinking about it i decided to talk about atsutodo like a loser #also forgot to eat dinner so im gonna do that

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cozycryptidcorner · 5 years

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A monster match for the amazing @navonneedsahug

“So i am a capricorn and an INFP-T. Im a heavier set lady. I am currently studying archaeology and classical civilizations. Im more reserved when you first meet me but when i open up i turn into a very affectionate(love to be hold) and loud person, i laugh like a gd hyena. Im the mom friend who will not hesitate to fight. Im also an aspiring author. Im big into fantasy. i love reading fantasy novels, playing dnd and video games. If i had an alignment itd probably be lawful good. Im a walking furnace looking for my cold counterpart. Love me an accent and like em tall but absolutely can not do insects like nope sorry. Id perfer a male and someone who can stand listening to me talk about history or my complaining about ancient authors. I can be a little oblivious about things so hed have to be patient as it would take me a moment to understand a joke or something of the sort.”

You have been matched with a Dullahan! Your Dullahan is a calm, collected, and believes in the hierarchy of his people and their rules. Well, up to a certain point, of course. There have been some recent changes that have convinced him that the council isn’t as well-intended as he once thought they were, so your Dullahan has recently turned into a more chaotic member of the order. While the turning point for him might have been meeting you, he won’t actually admit it, at least not in the beginning. Since he was raised in the communal home for fae children, his first instinct when finding something new is to hide it from everyone else, sometimes even from the people he would call his friends. It’s something that he works to fix, but that’s why he didn’t tell anyone from his order that he met you. And perhaps it was for the best, honestly, because mingling on the mortal plane isn’t precisely what could be categorized as ‘allowed.’

See, the thing about the Fae is that while humans are kind of hilarious to just kick back and watch after a hard day at work, you shouldn’t mingle with them. That was a mistake he made when he got shot through the chest while trying to track down an obnoxious, murderous vampire, ending up on your doorstep, almost bleeding to death. He didn’t need as much care and time as an average human would have, it was only a matter of hours before he stopped bleeding and a couple of more for the wound to close completely. All you had to do was see to his other needs, such as making him some tea and toast while he lays on a couch, almost like a simple guest, if he weren’t missing his head.

He’s... not a good conversationalist, not even when his head has been retrieved. Not at first, at least. Though you try to wheedle some information from him, your Dullahan is stiff, almost cold, though you just thought it was because there was a gaping hole in his chest. And you were right; actually, once his chest wound healed up, he began to become just a tad bit more invested in talking with you, once you learn the best way to wheedle information out of him. You have to do it slowly, gradually, offering bits of pieces of yourself until he becomes comfortable enough to respond in kind. He might have stayed just a little longer after his wound finally healed, just hanging around your home out of curiosity, watching go about your day like normal.

After a little while of getting to know you further, he realizes that his wound, in fact, will never heal ‘properly,’ and it’s best that he doesn’t burden the council when he isn’t able to serve them again. Still, the urge to seek out to make wrongs right still thrums in his blood, and so he does so, quietly, under the other Fae’s radars. Getting certified as a private eye was only as difficult as coming up with some kind of false identity with all the proper papers, which with magic, didn’t seem to be too much of an issue. He passes whatever exams he has to take for the certifications, and he’s golden, going out into the world and helping people solve their mysteries and problems.

It probably helps that he has the face of an angel, something he doesn’t hide even when he glamors himself to look more human. A missing head is something that usually puts people off, so sometimes he will just replace it with an illusion spell, and occasionally he’ll stick on his actual head to go out. Even so, people seem more open to speaking to him because of his seemingly harmless demeanor. While he might have been initially put off by other humans when he first started poking around on this mortal realm, he soon learns the ins and outs of regular people conversations. A bit of flatter here, a tiny pinch of sympathy there, and it seems like clients and targets just fall over themselves to tell him everything they can.

It’s his eyes, you think, when he has them. The sandy-golden paleness of his eyes catches people’s attention as easily as though a well-known model walking down the street. Oh, and the shape of his jawline, that’s pretty nice to trace your fingers over, too. Even though he glamors over his natural skin color with a regular human color, a medium brown that matches the value of his natural gray tone, though he hasn’t quite mastered the art of looking as though actual red blood runs through his veins. His hair might be the thing that is the most eye-catching about him, um, though he rarely actually wears it. For one thing, it’s long, and usually braided down to the small of his back, the thick, white tresses almost pale enough to see in pitch blackness. You could swear that it reflects moonlight itself.

Though a bit iffy about it at first, your Dullahan also becomes adjusted to not running around headless, as that seems to draw all sorts of unwanted attention. The only exception to this is, actually, that one Halloween contest he won without even entering, with people oohing and awing at his lack of head. Luckily, you managed to get him the fuck out of there before anyone realized just what was really going on. Other than that, though, there haven’t been too many close calls where someone might have accidentally stumbled in on a very disgruntled, super headless man in your home. You’re usually on your toes about that, anyways.

#monster matches #dullahan

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