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talaok · 6 months

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hi!! it says in your desc that requests are open but in case thats outdated feel free to ignore!!!!

i know this may be a weird request but can you do something with joel with a reader that has scarring in their pubic area? i have a skin disorder that gives me really bad scars down there and i have Not had great experiences in the past sleeping with people because of it like it is TRAUMATIC atp to show people 😭 mostly hurt/comfort but if it makes sense to throw smut in there feel free i absolutely would not turn it down LMAOOOO

and shout out to people w scarring down there, whether from skin issues, fgm, assault, etc. etc. we up fr 😔✊

Warnings: insecurity, body image issues and smut | oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: its not a weird request at all, ive said this before, i feel incredibly honored whenever you ask me to write such personal stories, so thank you 💖

His hands were beneath your shirt, his calloused fingers caressing your skin with a gentleness that defied his rough exterior, that he only showed a few.

His mouth was on yours, his tongue twisting with your own, letting you taste him as he tasted you.

Your hands were on his face, holding it, stroaking his beard, trailing to his hair, while one of his legs parted your legs, settling between your thighs.

Your back was on the bed, the soft duvet shuffling beneath your movements, beneath your exited shivers and shudders.

It all was perfect, just perfect... until his fingers traveled lower, until they began seeping underneath your shorts.

"wait"

His eyes opened as he leaned away ever so little

"I'm sorry" he said, retracting his hand "I thought you wanted to..."

"I do" you murmured "I just-"

And there it was, the block.

The barrier, the wall you had built brick by brick over the years.

"what?" he asked, his brows knitting together in concern as he moved to your side, propping his elbow on the mattress "What is it?"

"Well I- I don't know if... you want to"

"what?" he huffed a soft laugh, "of course I want you"

"yeah now" you sighed, avoiding his eyes,

"y/n" he called your name, urging you to look at him with two of his fingers beneath your chin "What are you talking about?"

"I just-" you bit your lip, your eyes trembling, taking in the look of him before he knew the truth,

"Whatever it is baby, you can tell me"

And the saddest part was that you wanted to believe him, but a part of you knew, you knew how he was gonna react, you knew how it was really gonna go.

As kind and nice and perfect as he was, you got proven times and times again that there was only one way men would respond.

"I- Well I..."

god, why was it always so hard?

"I have a skin issue" you spat out, forcing yourself to not think about it too much

"ok..." he murmured, his eyes scanning your face in the hopes of finding out where you were going with this

"so I have...scars" you breathed "down there"

You swore you felt your heart drop as the words left your mouth, just to speed back up at full force the moment he spoke, after a brief silence.

"oh" he hummed, his eyes still fogged with confusion "and so I can't like... touch you or-"

"no no, you can-" you sighed, frustrated with yourself "but I understand if you don't... want to." you explained "I've been told before that it's not really... pretty so I totally get it if yo-"

"first of all" he shook his head, getting out of his confusional state at your words "Whoever told you that is a brainless asshole" he stated, looking you straight in the eyes "And second of all" he smiled now "darlin', you're the most beautiful, hottest woman I've ever met, I almost died when I met you" he exaggerated making you stifle a laugh

"no I'm serious." he promised, taking your hand in his "And if you think that that's gonna change because of a few scars, well then sweetheart I'm sorry but you're wrong"

And although your heart was swelling with hope, with a joy it hadn't known for a while now, your brain couldn't still be sure of what was happening

"you're saying that now" you whispered "but you haven't seen it yet"

"darlin', I promise on whatever you want, that I'm sure" A soft smile was still pulling at his lips, and his voice was warm, honest, like honey "That nothing in this world could ever change what I know, and what I know is that you're the most gorgeous woman on the planet,"

"but-"

"no, no but" he shook his head, interrupting you "You are, and the fact that you don't think so is unbelievable" his eyes were shining, glimmering with that sentiment you still hadn't confessed to each other, but that he'd been on the verge of expressing far too many times "I want you to say it. Say -I'm the most beautiful woman on the planet-"

"but I'm n-"

"ah-ah-ah" he shushed you "What did I say about the buts"

"But I'm just saying think about Jennifer Aniston or Sandra Bullock-"

"yeah exactly, they're nothing compared to you"

You couldn't help but snort at that "Oh please, you're just lying now"

"I'm most definitely not" he protested, "have you seen yourself in the mirror darlin'?"

"I have" you rolled your eyes jokingly, your lips still turned upwards into a smile

"you sure? 'cause it doesn't feel like it"

"stop" you begged

"No, I won't stop" he frowned "you're beautiful, I need you to know that." his forehead fell to yours "Whoever made you feel any differently was just an insecure stupid asshole who didn't deserve you, ok?"

And it was at this moment, that you realized just how how much you loved him.

It was as you took his words in, the truth in them, the care behind them, that you realized that he might just be the one.

"ok" you murmured, after some time, for the first time in a long time, actually believing it.

"yeah?"

"yes"

"that's my girl" he grinned, not being able to stop himself before he crashed his lips with yours, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

And with just a kiss, you were back at where you'd stopped, your belly tingling and your body desperately looking for his.

"Joel" you whispered, in between kisses "I-I want to"

His eyes opened, looking a bit taken aback "You sure? I didn't want to put any pressure on you sweetheart, I'm completely ok with just kissing if that's what you want-"

"no" you shook your head "No I want you"

The smile that spread on his face at that was enormous.

he kissed you again, just to start a slow trail of kisses down your neck, making you squirm and whimper underneath him.

He waited for your nod of approval before removing your shirt, and after having reserved time to your (as he put it) "perfect tits", he then moved on to your shorts, now waiting for a vocal permission before doing anything.

"You can take them off" you murmured, watching closely as he did, slowly slipping your shorts and then panties down your legs.

"Jesus Christ sweetheart" he breathed "you're fucking perfect"

And you could only blush and smile shily, not realizing what was happening, until his head was between your thighs, beginning a line of pecks from your navel down toward... well towards down there.

"no y-you don't have to do that"

He didn't seem to hear you, his mouth only traveling lower and lower until it was right there where you needed him the most.

"does it hurt if I touch them?"

"n-no" you stuttered

He licked his lips, his eyes not on yours, but on your pretty cunt

"and if I kiss them?"

"I-I don't know, I don't think s-"

And just like that, he had dived in, fist slowly kissing your skin, paying no mind if it included scars or not, just to start tasting your whole pussy, licking and sucking all he could find like a starved animal.

His grip on your waist was relentless, probably leaving bruises behind, but all you could do was lose yourself in the feeling as you moaned and arched your back from the bed.

he continued his work for a while, prolonging the experience as long as possible, before he decided to bring it home, and started focusing on your clit, sucking and licking your bud desperately.

And in a matter of seconds, you had fallen apart, moaning his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear.

"wow" you breathed, your chest rising and falling way too quickly as made his way back up again "That was... wow" you murmured, ghosting his lips

"I just wanted to prove to you how beautiful you are" he smiled, kissing you softly "All of you"

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sxcret-garden · 17 days

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Aspects of Desire ღ Masterlist [M]

ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: other members in some chapters ღ words: ~28k (current wc) ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, mostly sub!reader, BDSM, red-yellow-green used as safe words, choking, spanking, masturbation, punishment, orgasm denial, reader being tied up, strength kink, body worship, teasing, degradation, begging, hair-pulling, pain kink, reader going into subspace, dacryphilia, thigh riding, fingering, handjobs, oral, unprotected sex,... they have a few starting difficulties because reader has some misconceptions, he's veryvery careful at first - more will be added and I'm pretty sure I forgot smth, so detailed smut descriptions can be found in the respective chapters~) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic, reader has a bit of a difficult relationship with her family, which is mentioned in some chapters, (descriptions of him picking reader up & touching her hair)

Desc.: When one day you reveal something to your boyfriend that you've been hiding, but unable to stop thinking about, the two of you decide to take your relationship - and especially your sex life - into a new direction. You begin to establish a dynamic that you both soon want to explore more of, diving into the depths of both your own and your partner's unknown desires.

If you want to be added to my taglist for this fic, please send me an ask about it <3

1st Desire ღ Testing Limits (5.9k) Desc.: You and your boyfriend decide to take a step towards a new chapter in your relationship when a secret desire of yours finally slips through. What you didn’t know until now is that he’s more experienced than you thought he was, and that you’re not the only one who’s been dying to spice up your sex life.

2nd Desire ღ Tie Me Down (5.1k) Desc.: Lost in your excitement over the recent development in your relationship with your boyfriend Jongho, you try to tickle more of his dominant side out of him. When he shuts down that attempt with only the best of intentions, he makes sure you won’t stay flustered by your miscalculation for long.

3rd Desire ღ A Little Jealousy (4.8k) Desc.: When you’re meeting up with your classmate and friend Yeosang in order to finally finish that dreaded uni project that’s been keeping you on edge for the past weeks, you don’t expect him to bring along his flirtatious friend Wooyoung. What you also don’t expect is said friend knowingly attempting to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend, who just can’t help but let the hint of jealousy it makes him feel influence his actions once you’re in the comfort of your own home.

4th Desire ღ Hush, My Dear (5.8k) - release: May 12th Desc.: Dinner with your family goes about as you expected - you’re slightly uncomfortable because of their choices in conversation topics and very much bored. Luckily, your boyfriend tagged along and knows just how to make you feel better, and in the process he too seems to be able to finally let go of his worries.

5th Desire ღ Dress (6.7k) - release: May 19th Desc.: Your mother is trying to get you to wear a dress she picked out for you for your cousin’s upcoming wedding. At times like these you are especially thankful to have your boyfriend Jongho right by your side to help convince her to let you wear clothes you’re actually comfortable in. However, little do you know that despite having your back, he’s secretly smitten with the image of you in that dress.

6th Desire ღ ...

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Author's note: I think it's been about 3 years since I first had a vague idea about wanting to write a fic like this, which started out as merely a cute slice of life fic (without all the filth y'all are about to witness lol), went through many different changes and was abandoned as many times, until through lots of inspiration and ideas it finally took on the form it has now. And I'm really happy that I was finally able to turn it into an actual fic and not just a few unfinished drafts! I hope you guys have fun with this and enjoy~

(more chapters will be added as they're ready - and i have a lot of ideas...)

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez series #ateez oneshot #jongho smut #jongho x reader #ateez x fem reader #jongho x fem reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #smut

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zedrine · 6 months

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hiya !!! this is that anon who sent like. 2 sunny asks and the first requester! since i saw your post i would like to request a post-game omori sunny x reader!

but bare with me cus this is a little ooc pls 😓

OKAY SO it's where sunny is being a little jealous because reader is hugging a pillow on their sleep, where he ends up replacing the pillow with himself so that the reader hugs him instead

also, since i'm going to visit your blog frequently, can i be 🎼 anon? if you'd want it!

XHAHAXSGXHAXSHAHSAHCH ANYWAY that's all, thank u so much for taking the time to write this !

Z.3 — featherless pillow!

PAIRING : SUNNY x READER

WARNINGS : none!! <3

DESC : already mentioned at the top🫶

NOTES : HIII AGAINN🫶🫶 [image by @blululu_ on X/twitter!!]

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IM SOS SORU IF THIS IS SHORT

HE XANT TAAKE IT ANYMROE

touch starved sunny frfr

work is shit; SUNNY’ve arrived at the house, late.

usually, you’d approach him, with crossed arms, exclaiming questions upon his dismay; he didn’t like being yelled at, and, luckily, you two would always end up cuddling together whilst drifting off to dream land.

but, it was already 3am, or about to turn 4am, who knows? it was so late; he was tired, all he thought of as he sauntered up the staircase, was you! cuddling you would always cheer his stressed ass up.

but when he arrived in the bedroom, he grumbled in an instant — silently, though.

everyday, he’d always try his best to return home IMMEDIATELY, for cuddles, but also so that you wouldn’t give cuddles to none other than your infamous body pillow. a lousy, featherless pillow! gosh.

this time, he knew he was gonna see this sight; you and your pillow, embracing and enveloping each other’s warmth. eh, this is something silly to be worked up on, so SUNNY never mentions this issue to you.

but he had enough.

quickly, he switched to his pajamas (if only he weren’t so tired, he would’ve flounced in every move) and, with an extremely slow manner, he crawled over your sleeping body, examining your hands as they caressed pillow’s body.

he swore a reminder to himself to make that pillow into a boss in HEADSPACE.

ah, but he was just too tired to manage any thought (he just wanted you LMFAOOA) and before he knew it, his body moved involuntarily — but with extreme cautiousness — as he pulls the pillow out of your arms, and he almost had a seizure of shock when you groaned at the loss of something to cuddle.

hm, that dilemma of yours would only last for long!

carefully, he lifted your arm, then laid beneath it. and, as he made his each move, he held his breath tight.

ah, at last. warmth. your warmth.

he felt lightheaded as soon as he closed his eyes, melting into your embrace, snuggling his forehead upon your neck.

screw that pillow!

the morning sun screamed through the window, shining on both your skins, and eventually waking you up. you sighed, finally reuniting with SUNNY after such a long night!

and as you tried to stand — oh! — “Sunn?”

#omori fanfic #omori #omori x reader #omocat #omori game #omori sunny #oneshots #sunny #sunny omori #sunny x reader

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tiredlilguy · 3 months

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hiiiiiii :)

I hope you’re doing well, and don’t have too much stress right now <3

Do you know those little, heart-shaped charms for necklaces, where you can put a photo inside? Could I please request (whatever format you’re comfortable with) getting one of those, with Verlaine? I’m not sure if you write for multiple characters, but if you do, could I add pianomann or Lippmann? Anyway, take your time

bye!

a/n: hello! i apologize that this took so long ;;w;; as you can see, i'm on hiatus, as well as dealing with other stuff from college- thank you so much for ur patience! i hope you enjoy! :DDD (also this request is fucking adorable- i had to do it first AS;DLKFJ;ALSDKFJ)

pairing: Verlaine, Pianoman, Lippmann X GN!Reader (separately) cw: a little sad in Verlaine's, half-proofread desc: you gifted your partner a heart locket with a photo of you inside.

Verlaine:

Receives the necklace pre-SB

It wasn’t originally his idea to wear a piece of jewelry like a necklace in the first place, let alone one that had a picture of you in it

Of course, he was fond of you, but his mind never crossed physically carrying or wearing something that reminded him of you (it was partially for your own safety as well, as he didn’t want to burden you with the consequences of being close with an assassin)

At first, he grimaced at the necklace when you handed it to him, until you opened up the locket, revealing a small image of you (to which he let out a soft sigh, dropping his expression, before placing it in his pocket)

You honestly thought he just never wore it at all, as you recall his reaction to the hat that Rimbaud gave him, but unbeknownst to you, he kept it in his pocket for a while until he eventually chose to put it on one day because it kept slipping out

He wears it underneath his clothes, so you definitely can’t tell if he’s wearing it or not (he doesn’t take it off because he loves you he doesn’t like the sensation of the cold metal after taking it off/putting it on)

Didn’t really appreciate the gift, and just wore it on him, until one day, he stripped off to shower himself in the PM basement and heard a rattling coming from his neck

He looked down, fingers gently brushing over the locket that laid over his heart

His eyes traveled towards it as he opened it, staring at the small image of you smiling with a faint blush on your cheeks

He closes the locket with a soft sigh, similar to one he’d give you whenever you showed him a romantic gesture

Now he finds himself wondering if you’re going to come back for him (or if he’ll find himself coming back to you)

Pianoman:

Gifted you a locket before you gave him one: snuck up behind you and placed the locket around your neck before fastening it and placing a kiss on your hair

it was his idea to make a locket for you with a picture of him, so he was happy to see you reciprocate the gesture with the same gift

Upon receiving it, he still had the same gentle smile, but with a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the gift, reaching for your hand and leaving a kiss on the back of it

“ Thank you, my sweet.”

Threaded the chain of the locket to a small loop on the inside of his vest’s left chest pocket (so that it’s closer to his heart); neatly tucked in the pocket so that it doesn’t fall out

When he’s alone, he’ll open up the locket to look at the small picture of you; it leaves a small smile on his face as he continues to do his work diligently (in short: he has a “this is who I’m doing it for” moment)

The necklace is a little stained by how often he touches it; will brush his fingers over the metal when he’s about to go on a mission/goes into work

He doesn’t give me the vibe that he kisses the locket, but he definitely likes to feel it beneath his bare fingers (he will take off his gloves to feel the metal, it calms him down)

At the end of work, he takes it out of his vest and usually puts it on a tray by his nightstand, but sometimes you’ll find him holding it in his hand as he’s falling asleep

His heart flutters whenever he notices you fidgeting with the locket he gave you

Lippmann:

since this man is EVERYWHERE, literally running around doing work from place to place you decided to gift him something that reminded him of you

He happily accepted the gift with a gentle smile and placed it around his neck

“ Does it look good on me, darling?” You nod. “ Good, now I’ll be able to take you with me everywhere.”

I was going to say that he carries it in a pocket or something, but similar to Verlaine, he wears it underneath his clothes, making sure that it’s close to his chest

Doesn’t take it off unless he absolutely needs to, and when he does, he places it back in it’s box, making sure it’s tucked safely away

If someone happens to spot the necklace that he’s wearing (say a costume assistant/one of the flags) he’s such a bragger-

“ Oh this? My darling gave it to me. The locket has such a beautiful picture or them. Aren’t they so sweet? Gifting me such a lovely reminder of them.”

[insert romantic sigh from Lippmann, and Chuuya rolling his eyes and silently gagging]

He does not shut up about it and you- he loves you too much

Before every mission, performance, meeting, etc. he’ll pull out the locket, placing a soft kiss on the metal before tucking it back under his shirt

If he has some down time and is reading a book, if he’s not with you, his hand will pull out the necklace from his neck and wrap it around his fingers as he often holds your hand as he reads with his other hand

[thanks for reading until the end! thank you to anon for requesting once again >:D i'm still on hiatus, but i'm writing little by little when i find the motivation- if you'd like to support me further, feel free to leave a tip on my kofi or send me a comm! <3]

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ultimatepokemontournament · 1 year

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yo major kudos for including alt descriptions for every pokemon, i expected just the names themselves but every one ive seen so far has a full desc? kissing u, full tongue rn

Thank you so much!! This was actually something that was really important for me to have, since I wanted to make sure the tournament was accessible to as many people as possible!

I can't take the credit for writing most of them though! In fact, I pretty much owe my life to a friend of mine who's much better at image descriptions than me who's undertaken writing like at least 80% of the descriptions themself. I on the other hand am so very bad at these, so they volunteered to help after seeing how much I'd struggled with Gen 1 even though they didn't know Pokemon at all to start with! (Though they do now!) They also wanted me to add that they did it all for Alcremie :D

(Side note: We couldn't just borrow the descriptions from Bulbapedia because of how long they are, and the purpose of these images are to provide a brief overview/reminder of who these Pokemon are, something we wanted to match with the descriptions. And I can imagine the full ones would also be hell on a screen reader lol.)

#inquiries

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ghouljams · 3 months

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hi if we're still sending in ur trademark tm, i think yours is how you write the "reader" in readerfic! when i first started reading your stuff one of my persistent thoughts was "hm, i don't think this is readerfic, i think this is oc insert fic in second person". and this was before i started seeing the ones where "you" have a name, like cowboy au, so it's just that noticeable. (ngl i got a good laugh when i finally read your blog desc and realized that was already written on there.) it's one of the main reasons why i read your stuff (the other reason is that you write good), because there was a handful of 2nd person oc-insert fics i read when i was younger that i loved so the way you do it is really nostalgic to me :')

oh and also i think your characterization is a big trademark of your writing! i actually don't know anything about cod (i just think the fic is hot) but i feel like i have such a clear image of the guys as characters after reading your stuff. i'm not saying i believe it's a canon understanding of them, but it's a CLEAR idea of who they are with you.

I always think of the "name" that my OCs are given in fic as similar to the callsign most readers have in CoDxreader fics. It's super common in the fandom for reader characters to have a nickname just so the author can avoid overusing "y/n"(which is also why I originally gave my darlings nicknames, because I hate using y/n)

It's fun hearing that my blog description continues to trip people up! Yes many of these pov characters are also OCs, I try to keep everything but personality vague though. I've even removed the one face claim post I had because it seemed to bother people, and I can't blame the folks that get tripped up by my, uh, rather niche approach to reader povs.

These are both lovely trademarks to be given, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I LOVE CHARACTERS!! I love writing about people and thinking about how different traits interact, I love characters. And I strive to be true to folks' character because I love them so much. If I wanted to write about someone else I would! I want to write about Ghost being a cowboy, so I better figure out how to make that happen and how his character would fit!

Anyway, I love you, thank you for sticking around through my weird povs and your not knowing anything about CoD. I respect that. I've read plenty of fic for fandoms I'm not part of just because it was good.

#ghoul speaks #mwah mwah #thank you for the nice words

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sweetheartmotives · 10 months

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could you write a yan host? like the ones in japanese cafes i think.

also could i be 🍮 anon?

thx :3

☆☕️Yandere Host☕️☆

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, Sexual themes, Stalking, Fighting, and jealousy.

Let me know if I missed any!

🍮 Anon, Thank you so much for requesting and sorry it took so long!

Also, I hope you don't mind if it's the Gudetama Cafe, I found the image on Pinterest and your name matches it! I couldn't resist, Enjoy reading!

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• Yandere Host who… greets you at the entrance.

Hello, welcome to gudetama Cafe. Your wait for a table will be 4 minutes. :)

• Yandere Host who… chatted it up with you while you waited for a table. You were breathtaking.. How couldn't they talk to you?

The weather's quite nice today so I don't blame you for coming here, Plus I get to see you~

• Yandere Host who… personally offered to take you to your table.

Well, allow me to take you to your table!

• Yandere Host who… told the waiter to try and get your number for them.

Yes, just get their number! There's a huge line, please and thank you.

• Yandere Host who… gets your number or not, Stalks you. They managed to find your social media, How? Don't ask! :)

• Yandere Host who… at first was interested in you. But overtime, became obsessed with you and only you.

• Yandere Host who… would take another host's spot when you came back to the Cafe. DID you miss them like they missed you?

Oh hey you! Nudges the other Host away. Your table will take 10 minutes, Welcome back!

• Yandere Host who… gets jealous when they overhear the waiter flirting with you.

• Yandere Host who… drags the waiter to the parking lot and beats the hell out of them.

• Yandere Host who… dms you on ur socials. If you reply, They chat it up with you and try to score a date, If you don't, They'll continue to stalk you from afar.

• Yandere Host who… eventually will score a date with you. They use their host charms that they use for tips to flirt with you.

Well, Would you like to go out sometime, angel?

• Yandere Host who… takes you somewhere very very fancy. They get a lot from tips!

I'll buy you whatever clothes you like, angel. It would be my joy to even take you out, so don't worry about the cost~

• Yandere Host who… will marry you. It doesn't matter if it takes months or years, They want to make you theirs forever ♡

• Yandere Host who… makes you feel all nice and good after your wedding night, They'll let you know that you are now theirs, Forever ♡

Awwwhhh.. Are you sensitive? Don't worry angel I'll make you feel reall good~ ♡

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Is it obvious I've never been to a Cafe? I did my research and I think I did well! 🍮 Anon, Again thank you so much for requesting! Feel free to request again :)

I hope you enjoy reading, As I enjoyed writing! (≧∀≦*)

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fainthedcherry · 3 months

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PARAMORE RELEASED THEIR A24 TRIBUTE COVER TODAY. AND I GOT INSPIRED BY THE LYRICS AND THE VISUALIZER.

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IMAGE CREDITS BC VERY OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PIC COLLAGE PIECE PRIMARILY BELOW DESC (I DID NOT TAKE THE COOL PICS OBV.)

OK GIANT CREDIT BLOCK GO (Freepik and pexels my beloved saved my entire college year lmao):

1 OCEAN WAVES

2 OCEAN WAVES AGAIN

3 YES A THIRD OCEAN WAVE

4 VERY COOL DROPLETS

5 FLAME. OO FIRE PRETTYYY /POS

6 BG I CHEATED YOU INTO BELIEVING IS RAIN

The drawing though is made by my acoustic arse /lh

THE LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM THE VID I LINKED. HAYLEY'S VOICE MY BELOVED AND FOREVER DEAREST ENTIRE BAND /POSPOSPOS. I wanna sing like Hayley so badly, she is such an idol to me, when it comes to vocals and I wish to sing as expressive as her some day 🤧✨💖

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY, OTHER THAN I'VE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH SHORT DRAWINGS, THAT TAKE UNDER A DAY TO COMPLETE TO FIGURE OUT SOME THINGS I WANNA DO AS AN ARTIST AND POSSIBLY COMMISSIONS. + These drawings genuinely kinda de-stress so it's been free therapy too, oops. I wanna do more of these vector-style drawings, that are just me taking lyrics and creating these fun collages, of things that inspire me or I like. It's a chill practice and lets my creativity actually do the work for once, instead of my usual need to outdo myself in every drawing and improve lmao. Improvement is cool and all, but dear god did I not realise how hard my need for perfection last year stress and strangle me tf out. I seriously need to re-evaluate the way I approach art as this massive, intimidating medium, when most artists literally draw for fun, and for me it's been like...A Sisyphean task.

If you enjoyed seeing this, I might make a sequel with C'est Comme Ca and w/ Marco in it instead and a red BG,, if I want to, I might turn these into a series, just like those aesthetic icon drawings I made of my 2 boys, started Lotta, and IMMEDIATELY lost that sketch due to my USB's death back in 2022 and lost all motivation for art due to that massive loss /neg

Not sure what else to add here other than my thoughts that I already did!! Other than ofc, the usual, MASSIVE thank you to my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke for introducing me to Paramore back in 2019 <3

Think I'm done rambling now tho!! OH WAIT. I can add, that I had to actually pull out Adobe Illustrator just to add stretched text for aesthetic purposes. Then I got so impatient with the effects panel not showing me the usual layer-effects and me being too lazy to look up, whether InDesign was the one, that had the usual layer effects I use in an Adobe program or not. Btw still mooching off my college acc that shoulda been dead long ago but just isn't??? LMAO I'M STILL GONNA USE IT IF I CAN ALRIGHT.

OH YEAH BTW. This drawing took 3 hours. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY BE SHOCKED THAT SUCH A LAZY LOOKING PIECE TOOK SO LONG. BUT I GENUINELY AM RATHER SHOOK THAT I TOOK SUCH LITTLE TIME TO CREATE THIS. TBF I threw MOST proportion checks and canvas flips I do out the window, so there's a BIG chance I will hate this, if I flip the canvas xD ANYWAY I RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH I THINK NOW. JUST ENJOY EXPERIMENTAL ART

^Before-bed edit; Yeah his torso's a TAD too much leaning to the left, it's off-center to the rotation of his pelvis to be in fact, but maybe? I'll roll with this mistake. It kinda gives the piece its abstract nature..I kinda like the mistake?? This is the first time in my life I ever tolerated a mistake I did and now declare it on purpose and will probably build one into the next piece as well. Hell, maybe it'll yield an interesting result. Anyway, it's 12PM as I write this, and I have to get up at 4AM for my train soOooo, yeah, gotta sleep ASAP for school.

I have NO clue again what to 100% accurately tag this, so forgive me if the tags are wrong LMAO, I just will believe what I believe it has overlaps w/ within art-genre.

This piece kiiinda gives pop art??? So I'm gonna tag it as such as well, but but might be incorrect. If a pop-art enjoyer wants to correct me, PLEASE DO. I'm going off the definitions of pop-art I learned in high-school. So I could most def be wrong about me adding this tag in particular. How tf do people confidently tag their posts when I doubt almost every tag I add man. Tagging is the worst part of uploading art to me due to how hard it is to label art really, not meant to be in a genre. xD

Def adding Paramore tags tho bc I NEED to know more Paramore fans out there bc we feel like such a tiny community, when they're literally one of the most influential rock bands of the 2000s and 2010s imho AUGH

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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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just got off my flight to see this???

[image desc: Tumblr follower count showing 1,000 followers]

y’all what the heck 🥺

I’m honestly speechless /pos. I have no idea where all of y’all came from, but it makes my heart so happy to know you enjoy my silly little stories 💕

Unfortunately I’ll be very busy with class and finals for my last semester of college (ya boi is graduating!!) for the next few weeks, but I promise once I get the chance I’ll absolutely be doing a lil celebration night as a thank you to you guys 🥺

Feel free to keep sending in drabble requests, and I’ll be working on those in my free time when I get the chance! I’ve really loved working on those ☺️

Seriously, thank you guys so so so much. Thank you for the likes, for the comments, for the requests, for all the little things that y’all have done to make me love writing even more. When I started this blog back in June (5 days after seeing Elvis for the first time) I had no idea it would grow into this, and that it would bring me so many wonderful friends.

Thank you guys so much 💕

Tagging a few friends below the cut bc I really wouldn’t be here without y’all 🥺💕:

@austin-butlers-gf @dontbesussis @sassy-ahsoka-tano @fangirl-imagines @floralcyanide @solopadawan @burninlovebutler @butlerstyles @butler-on-beale-street

#im akdhsjhdishdj #thank y’all so so so much oh my gosh 🥺#words can’t express the happiness I feel rn akdhskjd #I promise once I have time I’m doing a follower celebration ahhhhhh 🥳💕#sage speaks

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xbellerousseau · 2 years

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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- self-para 001

desc: belle prepares to send a package to her father, and thinks about her life in elias. note: it’s an extended version of the para from my app, and changed so that it fits in with belle’s timeline now. she’s been at elias for months, the gala happened, she’s making friends, doing things ... is she happy?

CONTENT WARNINGS: brief mention of blood, illness word count: 1426

Today had been a busy one. Belle wondered if she should start bringing around a little foldable shopping trolley, like her father used to whenever they went shopping around town. Three times she’d gone back and forth between the house at Elias and the secondhand shops and the printing shop — bringing home books, a teapot shaped like a blimp that she just had to get, a stack of booklets she’d taken from an Open Day at Walt University, and photos she’d printed out in glossy, perfect photo paper.

This was her last trip, she hoped, for the day. There was much to do at home now, as she’d also bought a parcel box. She’d initially thought of sending only a small package, but as she thought of more things to add, she knew she had to get a bigger one. An all in one Belle-like package. And for the hundredth time today, she wondered how he was doing.

Why haven’t you come home yet? was Maurice’s pervasive question. Why can’t you escape? Why are you still with him? Questions dotted with harsh coughs. Coughs that Belle would ask about, and that Maurice would, ironically, give her same answer to: It’s fine.

She had explained. She had been wholly honest, brutally honest, even. There was little she wanted to hide from her father, after all, they were all each other had. But no matter how much she talked about how great life was in Elias, about how Adam was not the person they thought he was … all her father could see was the beast in the cold castle. Of the winter and the magic that created a chasm between them. And that image extended to the warmth and open doors of Elias.

Speaking of doors, she took out her keys for the house, the one Adam had found for them.

The heavy door swung open, and the afternoon sun shone like a searchlight on the foyer, looking for its inhabitants, wondering about the secrets of this place.

Passing by the kitchen first, she smiled at the stack of brownies baked fresh that day, making a mental note to thank Mrs Potts in person whenever she saw her. As far as she knew, the house was empty for now. Adam must be out and about, which she was secretly pleased with, knowing that the sun might warm him a little and ease the tension in his brow.

Once leaving the kitchen, she stole a look at the west-side of the house — even back in France, the only times she had seen Adam’s quarters was when he was covered in blood and dirt, and she and the others had to help him to his room. Times when her heart was racing with worry too much for her to have a look around. To see if he kept any flowers in his room, or if there were any photographs in frames. The little things about Adam that she wished she knew.

Trudging up the stairs to her room, she fought against the part of her that wanted to take a look even if it was only through the keyhole. Maybe she would write about that in the letter to her father. Dear Papa, do you know of any contraption that could peek into a room without opening a door? Something that could possibly fit into a keyhole so I could see.

“No,” she murmured aloud, shaking her head at herself as she finally reached her room, bumping the door close with her hip. “No, no.” That wouldn’t do. She respected Adam too much to go behind his back like that.

Belle got to work. She set the booklets, photos, and the parcel box on the floor. She had sent only a letter to her father before, and watching it go through the postbox with a light thud had hurt her heart — she knew she had to send more than just her words. From under the bed, she took out a thin box of random items.

She lined the box with two sheets from last week’s newspaper, and squeezed in today’s Elias newspaper. The university booklets were next, filling the base of the box. Though only a light idea now … she was thinking of studying again. Two more sheets of newspaper were used to wrap the blimp teapot. Next, she put in some tourist flyers of Elias, showing in particular the large public library and the modern architecture of the buildings, and of course, the Dungeons and Dragons game tavern she’d found. After that, the photos:

A picture of her, Barley, and their party during a D&D session, after a particularly well-fought victory.

Images of the gala, the gardens at Mouse Estate, and a selfie of herself in her dress, with Adam’s tailcoats leaving at the edge of the photo. Belle smiled at this, remembering their walk that night.

Scenes at the library, and of her and her co-workers dressed up as book characters for a children’s event.

And more pictures of daily life in the city: the shelves at Howl’s shop, Lucky Cat Cafe, more selfies with friends.

“And is it just you and him?” her father once asked.

“No, no,” she’d responded. “I have friends, Papa. I … I have a life here.”

“Oh, Belle, I just worry … I worry, what if he decides he doesn’t need you anymore?”

“He’s not like that, I promise.”

“But you’re only there to break the curse. What then? What will you do? Come back to Villeneuve?”

Belle’s hand shook as she placed the photos in, wrapped in a thin, blue ribbon. She hated that she was doubting herself more nowadays, wondering if she only spoke to her father so much to convince him, to convince herself, that she was doing all right here. That she wasn’t worried at all about the future.

She remembered the short conversation she had with Penelope, so out-of-the-blue, but so perfect. Like a gift from the city she was growing to love. A moment she really needed, to talk about her worries, without fearing she was being a burden.

Sniffling a little, she pulled her sleeve over her hand and wiped her nose, shaking herself out of her indecision.

After the photos, there was only enough for her letter and something else thin. Her letter took at least an hour to write, wanting to make sure that she was as honest as possible, but also provided detailed descriptions of positives of living in Elias. Of living with Adam. Of her ideas on what to do: how she was revamping the children’s section of the library, how she was making new friends each week, how she helped with so many events, how she was learning more about ‘the predicament’ and ‘magic’, and that she was even thinking of studying again.

…perhaps I can be a librarian, Papa. It’s a higher level at work, and if I get a job then I no longer have to worry about taking care of myself and of you, once the predicament is lifted.

She stopped. Taking out white-out ink, she deleted the last part and changed the words.

…perhaps I can be a librarian, Papa. It’s a higher level at work, and I get to do more things. I’ll learn more, and there is always a library somewhere. I’m so grateful to work where I am.

She wrote one last paragraph, one that beseeched her father to see a doctor about his coughs. One that told him she knew it wasn’t getting any better. Then with the letter done, she slipped it in. But there was still room enough for one more thing.

Belle took a look around. What else could she put in? A small book? Another gift she could find at the shops tomorrow? No, she wanted to sent it out tomorrow so her father could receive it as soon as possible.

As she turned around, something pink caught her eye.

Once she saw what it was, tears pricked her eyes, and Belle smiled with an ache in her heart.

Stepping to her bedroom window, it didn’t take long for her to pick out a suitable rose from the climbing vines outside. Finding one that was just beginning to bloom, she rushed downstairs to create a makeshift water packet that she could tie to the end of the stem. Before placing it in the parcel box, she kissed the bud, wishing that it would stay soft and fresh, until it reached her father across the sea.

#self para.#about.#queued.#i felt like i rly needed to verbalise and write down what belle's going thru #she's so damn .... PRIVATE ....#like u have friends #TALK TO THEM

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olg6328 · 1 month

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My former colleague and I were bored at work and so I showed them some of the things that I do during my free time, such as editing random photos.

[ID: Unedited photo of a paved open space beside an old European-style building. The space has a lot of people standing around the area doing random things. One of them is an individual wearing a gray leather jacket and a pair of jeans, who is looking, smiling, and walking towards the camera. End ID.]

[ID: The same photo, but edited so that the whole background is erased and only the individual in gray is visible. The background is replaced with a barren, brown, unpaved open field with no humans, buildings, trees, and other objects around it. Far behind the field is a huge explosion with fire shards flying straight across different angles. The individual is walking away from the explosion, smiling contently at the viewer. End ID.]

My colleague then told me, "you're a scary friend to have..."

My frequent tags:

#accessible meme (just to show how much of a scary friend I can be, just kidding)

#accessible comics (CW: heavy topics such as transphobia, discrimination, and murder)

#accessible art (frequently overlaps with accessible comics so the same CWs apply)

#accessible news (CW: heavy topics such as violence and genocide)

#accessible infographics (including maps, charts, and stuff)

#accessible cringe (so far empty and waiting for the first cringe that deserves to be shamed by all regardless of disability)

#IDs for beginners and #IDs 101 (After all, I once was a beginner in writing image descriptions. Thank you to the wonderful individuals who help us beginners get started!)

P.S.: This pinned post used to have a longer bio, but i decided that this random post tells more about me than any bio that I could ever write. I've moved the longer bio to olg6328.carrd.co (this link is also in my Tumblr blog desc).

#introduction #intro post #blog intro #introductory post #introduction post #described #image described #image description added #accessible meme #explosion #photoshop

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airoarts · 1 year

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Not the anon — But their advice isn’t out of touch with information I’ve heard from people who verifiably need image descriptions, though there’s disagreement about exactly how short descs should be. alt text is not dissimilar from poetry—we have to make decisions about what to describe and when. there are benefits and drawbacks to each approach. one might win in the end, but there will always be room for variation.

i don’t think it should matter whether the anon is visually impaired or not. if we reject reasonable advice just because it didn’t come straight from the mouths of the most affected, we prevent allyship and solidarity. people who need image descriptions are the authorities in this discussion, but given the variety of opinions, it’s also necessary for seeing people to draw their own conclusions, which synthesizes their perspective with others’ perspectives.

A seeing person who dislikes long descriptions will likely agree with the visually impaired people who also dislike them, but that doesn’t nullify the validity of their opinion—it just means we should investigate further.

personally, I have one summarizing sentence at the beginning of my desc and then add subsequent info to paint a more elaborate scene, because screen reader users can exit the desc when they’ve heard enough.

the rising popularity of image description will also create more diversity in style, which will create more disagreement. the discussions that arise from this will help develop the craft. however you decide to write your descriptions, you’re working toward a more accessible internet, and that’s much appreciated. thank you.

I do largely agree with this and like.. this should be very obvious given the fact that i'm a visual artist but I am in fact a seeing person, and i am relatively new to describing images, and am struggling to find the right sort of balance in terms of describing something accurately and not boring people to death with over-detailing, particularly because a TTS thing talking at you will take longer than a seeing person reading a caption. i think the major thing to note here is that this is an art blog, i draw shit by hand, and every detail is intentionally put there, so image descriptions will just... be longer than normal as i try to note anything that might be important to understand the art. you can see that in the sexyman fusion drawing, because there are a lot of details in the design and they all mean something because they are references to the like, 11 characters it's made out of

things i worry about are posts with multiple images with quite a bit of detail, and i do wonder if it would be better to post art individually with image descriptions in mind, because accurately describing multiple pieces of artwork without being long as hell is... very tough

i will continue to try to work better at making image descriptions. much to think about.

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sneezefiction · 3 years

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oikawa x reader

desc: oikawa changes some lyrics in taylor swift’s song “love story”

a/n: please keep in mind that most of this is just humorous & there’s no serious characterization in this particular story. i laughed a lot while writing it :,,) for @cutiekawa because you gave me the idea; thank you for that! and also for @seroto-rin because this is very similar to your husband’s lyric changing habits lol – i still laugh whenever i think about it <3 warnings: language, mentions drinking/being drunk

wc: 3k

— It’s 2 am when you hear Oikawa pattering down the hallway and past your room. From the gentle footsteps and the occasional whisper of “shit” when the floor creaks, it's obvious that he’s trying to stay quiet.

But his attempts are in vain because, one, you’re wide awake and, two, he’s just knocked over an empty beer can from earlier. It was probably the one he’d left on the hall table – you’d told him to throw it away but he’d refused saying that he’d “throw it away in the morning when his arms weren’t so tired.”

This is just karma.

The clatter of the aluminum on wooden floors echoes throughout the dorm. A much louder, especially frustrated, “fuck” follows right after it.

The word, though crass, sounds deceptively attractive on his tongue. But most things Oikawa-related just happen to be attractive.

You muffle your laughter with a blanket. He’s probably disoriented from the alcohol – it’s only been an hour and 5 drinks each since you both called it a night. You’d headed straight to bed but he’d fallen asleep on the couch where you left him, hair a-mess and lips parted.

But, for someone who used to stay out till daybreak on weekends, he’s spent most Fridays hanging out with you instead.

This weekend was no different.

Oikawa ordered Thai takeout, you found a mindless Netflix series to binge, both of you had a little too much to drink, laughter ensued, the doe-eyed boy found his head in your lap, and…

You pull a face – one that goes unseen because of the dark, but you make it anyway.

Okay, that last part was a little different.

He’d had his head in your lap.

His head… in your… lap.

And, if you’re not mistaken (or delirious), you’d had your hands in his hair, twirling strands and tracing circles at the base of his neck. A foggy image of him gazing up at you with softened eyes, deep chocolate in color, begins to solidify.

That lazy smile, a hand on your thigh, tresses tickling your skin...

You turn over in your bed, bunching up your sheets and holding them close to you like a shield of fabric — a flimsy, make-shift defense against tipsy mind-wandering. It isn’t very effective.

Your brain is not wandering but racing around this hand-in-hair realization.

Like an iron rod poking at hot embers, these prodding memories make your cheeks grow hotter by the millisecond. You bury your face in your pillow, embarrassment tight in your throat.

Somehow you’d forgotten that he’d practically climbed into your lap. You’re not in the clear quite yet, but your brain is functioning well enough that it wishes you’d had a little more to drink – just enough to forget about it entirely. You starfish out on your bed, arms and legs dramatically splayed across the mattress.

Do (hot, charming, charismatic, windswept) flatmates usually get this... cuddly? Is that normal?

Does Iwaizumi wrap his arms around his roomies after a long day and a few bottles? How about Mattsun? Makki…?

Okay, no, none of them really seem like the type to get up close and personal with their roommates without good reason. Well, maybe Makki, but he’d do it to be a pain in the ass – not to charm the living-hell out of someone.

You try to take in a deep breath and wrap your head around what this means for you… but end up inhaling a feather from your pillow instead. As you hack and cough, you try to smother the noise in more cloth material – you really didn’t need him coming into your room, much less leaning over your bed to check on you.

Oikawa is messing with your head.

If you knew any better, you’d have run away screaming the moment he’d asked you to room with him. No one that pretty and charismatic is good news. At least, not when it comes to shared housing.

But, here you are, writhing under the covers and hot like a fever all because he couldn’t keep to himself. Screw him and his charming smile for putting you in this position.

He either knows you’re crushing like he’s the last man on earth or he’s blissfully unaware and way too physically affectionate for his own good.

You don’t dare consider that he likes you back though. Only deer and Olympic athletes made leaps like that. Oikawa had too many admirers… an irritating amount.

The blankets scrunch even tighter between your fists, likely thanking their maker that they don’t have nerve endings.

Every fiber of your being is begging to know if these feelings are reciprocated. You’d hate to live out the rest of this semester knowing the boy down the hall may not like you back. Worse, that he finds out you think he’s hot shit and doesn’t like you back – that would be unrequited love at its finest.

But, with a degree and your mental health on the line, why should you care about such minor, itty bitty, pointless details.

This isn’t that big a deal.

And even if he did like you back? Well, Oikawa isn’t someone you can simply “pin down.” He comes with a distinctive, dramatic personality and a meddling side. Not to mention, he’s already the embodiment of chaos – he’s proven this to be true over the past 4 months he’s lived with you.

There’s a familiar squeak of the shower faucet handle and the hiss of hot water. You jump at the sound.

Maybe he’d forgotten, but your bedroom shares a very thin wall with the bathroom. Though you recall him saying he wanted to take a shower earlier, so you guess that he’s only just remembered.

You pick up your phone, blue light casting a less-than angelic glow on your sleepy face. You pray that TikTok will have some sort of life-changing “I’m in love with my hot, crazy flatmate” advice. Or that it will distract you from your inner turmoil. Either would be appreciated but the latter seems more likely.

Scrolling slowly, you get through about 3 videos before something else catches your attention.

There’s a deep reverberation buzzing through your wall. A gentle hum, much like a shower-concert lullaby.

But the noise is getting louder. And the humming? A lot more lyrical.

You shift into a sitting position, propping yourself up with your hands. With your side sunken into a pillow, you press your ear against the cool drywall. Your ears tune into the sound.

Oikawa, voice confident and free, is… singing.

“...But you were everything to me, I was begging you ‘please don’t go’…”

But he’s not just singing.

“And I said…”

He’s belting Taylor Swift with the enthusiasm of an 11-year-old Swiftie super-fan. Like the world would end if he didn’t put enough passion into this performance. Like the showerhead is his microphone and the surrounding tiles are his adoring audience.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run...”

Most people would be pissed if their friend were singing in the shower at 2 am… but you can’t find it in yourself to be anything but enamored.

God, you hate him for doing this right now. Hate that he’s inadvertently endearing you to him. Hate that, no matter what you do, he’s somehow always there.

Pressed up against you on the couch, meeting you for dinner at his favorite restaurant, fussing at each other over a shitty cup of coffee in your even shittier kitchen, calling you when he needs somebody to keep him company at the library…

“You'll be the prince & I'll be the princess…”

And now he’s accidentally serenading you with Taylor’s “Fearless” album. In the shower.

You facepalm, sinking into your hands, exasperated and just so… done.

You sink back down into the bedsheets, wishing your earbuds were nearby to drown out the regrettably adorable performance.

“It's a love story y/n, just say ‘Yes.’”

And your heart drops, panic setting in like the touch down of a whirling tornado. A fire tornado. A fire tornado with frogs and lizards and sharp objects spinning around inside of it.

What… did he just say?

The lyrics… they were muffled. You definitely heard them incorrectly. You… you just need to get your ears checked. Yes, that’s it. That’s all there is to it. You’ll schedule an appointment first thing tomorrow morning.

Because who the fuck sings like that at 2 am in a shared dorm? And who the fuck puts someone else’s name into a song like that? No one? Yes, no one.

Especially not the Oikawa Tooru.

And especially not with your name.

Because that’s just... weird.

The grip on your phone is mighty – thank God for durable glass because any other material would’ve splintered or shattered in your hold.

But what the hell.

“Y/n, save me, I've been feeling so alone,” he sings as though he were Beyoncé’s son.

This time it’s clear as day. Oikawa is definitely still out of it and he’s undoubtedly singing your name.

No, no, no.

“I keep waiting for you but you never come…”

You bolt out of bed, feet hitting the floor at lightning-strike speed.

“Is this in my head? I don't know what to think,”

In one swift movement, you fling the bedroom door open and rush down the hall. You shouldn’t be listening to this.

“He knelt to the ground & pulled out a ring, and said...”

And before you can stop your hand, it’s knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

There’s a gasp, what you assume to a bar of soap hitting the shower floor, and an abrupt silence that follows.

You’d only wanted to stop him from singing.

However, you hadn’t thought through what you were going to say to him about this whole... lyrical mess. Your face feels like the surface of the sun, burning and flaring and flushing. What are you supposed to do now?

Oikawa speaks up, voice quiet, “Hello?”

Shit.

Maybe if you’re careful you can get yourself out of this. Just act like you didn’t hear anything and bring it up tomorrow when you’re both thinking straight. A thorough and sober discussion would be needed.

You had questions. Questions that needed answers.

Why did he have his head in your lap? Had you said anything to him that you’d regret later? Does he like you? Where should you two place your boundaries if he doesn’t like you back? And why Taylor Swift?

“Y/n, is that you?” He asks, nonchalantly.

Who else would it be?

The handle squeaks and, with that, the water stops. Only the gentle swirl of the drain and the occasional drips and drops from the showerhead are audible.

It’s too late. You’re already there. You’ve knocked and, in doing so, you’ve sealed your fate.

“...Yes,” is your whisper of a reply.

“What’s up? Was I too loud for you?”

You’ve got the entire building on high-alert singing that loudly.

...is what you would say if you weren’t currently imploding. This is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And nothing you ever want to experience again.

“Um, yeah, sorry.” You look down at your shuffling feet.

The hallway is pitch black, hardly allowing for even a mere shadow. Rushing out of your room, you’d forgotten to turn on even a single light.

You hear him step onto the tile floor and the rustle of a tower from the bathroom closet.

“Wait, can we talk?” He asks as though it weren’t the question of the fucking year. “I mean, preferably after I get out of the bathroom.” There’s a lack of tact to his words.

This isn’t the charming Oikawa you’re used to. This is a blunt… confusingly straightforward Oikawa.

His tone wavers like maybe he’d had a little more to drink than you’d last remembered. Your memory was proving to be disappointingly unreliable tonight.

You swallow thickly, “Sure.”

Because what else can you say?

“Can I stop by your room in a minute?”

You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

And you patter back to your no-longer very safe haven. Oikawa is about to infiltrate your space… with your permission. And the weapons he’ll bring will either harpoon you or leave you emotionally paralyzed – whether that emotional paralysis is a good or bad thing will be decided in the near future.

Your bed, though soft and blanket-covered, looks far less appealing now. It may as well be a bed of nails because you would rather hide beneath it than sit atop it.

But you sit anyway, letting the mattress dip and the springs twang.

The bathroom door cries as it opens, putting you on edge. Your heart is pounding like a drum at a summer festival – hotter and louder with every beat.

The trod of footsteps tells you he’s approaching and, sure enough, the open door reveals Oikawa.

With only a lamp to brighten the space, he’s more contoured than usual. His hair is wet and heavy against his head, taking on an even darker brown than before. You’ve seen him fresh out of the shower before, but this… is different. Oikawa’s shirt sticks to his chest slightly – he must’ve thrown it on without drying off fully to get to you faster.

He takes a few steps into your room, choosing to lean his back against a wall next to your work desk. Oikawa brings his hands behind his back, pressing his weight into them. Brown eyes flicker from you to the wall behind you and back again.

Naturally, tension lays thick as a fog in the air space.

“Hey, I’m…”

You cut him off, “You don’t have to say sorry! It’s… it’s okay.”

Oops, you’d said that a little too loud. Not that it mattered much after Oikawa’s passionate performance.

An eyebrow raises and confusion sparks across his face. Your body freezes.

He brings a hand behind his neck. “Oh, I was just gonna say that I’m still kinda drunk.”

You knew that much. Though you really thought he’d say something other than that. Preferably something about the, uh, devoted love-song?

Why is he acting so casual right now? Is this even Tooru? Had he read too many alien conspiracies and been abducted for learning too much about extraterrestrials?

Maybe he doesn’t realize you’d even heard him say your name in the shower.

“Oh... right.” You say slowly, lips staying parted at the end of your sentence.

“Which… probably isn’t good for either of us,” Different words drawl out and there’s a soft slur to some syllables, but at least he’s easy to understand, “me drinking too much, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you mutter.

“I think we should both just go to bed then.”

Your chest tightens. Of course, you want answers.

They’re likely embarrassing, face-reddening, Taylor Swift-centric answers. But you want them, nonetheless.

Although, it’s probably for the best that you don’t bring this up tonight. It was all probably a joke or a harmless accident – and, anyway, he admitted to being drunk.

“Right.”

“But I think you should know that I like you. A lot.”

“Yeah,” you respond again, automatically.

There’s another heavy silence. The pretty boy just stares at you, cherry colors tinting his cheeks but showing no expression of fear or embarrassment. You stare back, processing his words at turtle-like speeds.

The words tumble out, “Wait, say that again?” You double back, your own face reheating to its earlier temperature.

“I’m gonna be mad at myself in the morning if I don’t leave right now. And I really need to stop listening to that stupid song,” Oikawa says to himself.

“But I wanted to see how you would respond if I changed the lyrics,” the words are pointed back at you again.

He stands up, feet moving slowly toward the doorway. Did he just… completely ignore your question?

Your jaw drops, “Did…” you can hardly speak.

Clearing your throat, you try again, focusing intently on your words, “...did you mean for me to hear you?”

“...Maybe.” He draws out the “e,” looking back at you.

That’s it. He’s lost his fucking mind. You’re going to strangle him.

No TikTok advice could have prepared you for the monstrosity that is Oikawa Tooru. How Iwaizumi put up with that... that child for all these years, you have no idea.

You have to make a note of sending him a “get well” card, because nobody could be mentally okay after dealing with him for that long.

“B- but… why? What?” You stammer out, back stiff as a board.

“You like me don’t you?” He tilts his head, hair flopping cutely with it.

You gape like a fish, mouth opening and closing.

And it’s not that you don’t want to respond.

It’s that you can’t. You have no words. You vocal chords are on a panic-induced lockdown.

Because he knew.

He knew this entire time. Which you thought he might, but that doesn’t make the situation any less infuriating.

“And I like you back.”

You’re dumbfounded. You can’t think. This is ridiculous.

You open your mouth once more but he has no intention of continuing this conversation.

“Sleep well!” Without further comment, Oikawa flashes you a sleepy smile and begins scampering back to his room after having wreaked havoc on your poor heart.

Your voice comes back just in time for you to wake up the entire building once more,

“No, you get your ass back here and explain yourself!”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa scenarios #oikawa imagines #seijoh #what did i just write #this is gonna go under: 'things i gave up my sleep for'#ughsjdljlds'ldsdjd #also #i dont like the term crack fic anymore? so i think just calling it humorous is... a good way to go #goodnight yall #queued up!

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hear me out .... zhongli's child being xiao's s/o ... 🏃‍♀️

pairing. | xiao x reader

desc. | zhongli’s child being xiao’s s/o hcs<3

warnings. | none!

notes. | i absolutely loved writing this one, thank u so much for the req!

楽しんでね。| enjoy!

Zhongli was more than supportive.

After saving Xiao from his previous life of being a servant, a man of murder against his will, a life full of blood as he took the prosperous lives of countless living souls… It was a relief to see him smile - genuinely smile.

Especially because of you. Zhongli couldn’t be prouder.

Not because you were able to, for the most part, break his outer shell, but because you saved him.

Being in his life… not letting him be alone. Xiao was left to suffer with the consequences of his past, yet here you were. Saving him from himself.

Xiao will always thank you for that.

Although he may not say it, he’s incredibly grateful for you and everything you’ve done for him.

Like making him his favourite almond tofu.

And understanding that he’s a man of very few words… understanding his past, yet still holding him close as if he wasn’t the highly dangerous man he is.

Behind closed doors of the Wangshu Inn, Xiao’s frightening and piercing persona seemed to fade to a very gentle, touch starved Adeptus.

He would carefully hold you to his chest, sighing as his head rested upon your shoulder, taking in the scent of your hair.

Intimate moments together always made Xiao pretty emotional. Of course, he never would’ve ever imagined to relish in a comforting essence you provided. It was all so new to him.

He is also overly protective of you, as expected.

Although the child of the Lord of Geo himself, you were just a meer mortal. You only have so much time until your body takes its toll and you’re gone. Because of this, Xiao would always have an eye on you.

If someone were to even try to harm you in anyway… Archons help them to see the light of day ever again.

After fighting sessions with the harmful enemies of Liyue, Xiao would always manage to pick a flower for you on his way back. Whether that be a Glaze Lily, or maybe even a Qingxin, he always made sure to bring one back for you. The smile on your face when he presented the priceless gift was something burnt into his memory. He could never get tired of seeing it.

Xiao has countless scars, each one telling a story from his thousands of years surrounding brutal fights and wars. You always kissed his scars, mumbling how beautiful they made him, reminding Xiao that he is not his past.

As his scars, you would also kiss his fingertips. Xiao’s hands were so rough and calloused, the image of his hands drenched in crimson blood plastered his mind every time he saw them. Yet now, he only imagined your lips leaving soft butterfly kisses on the tough skin.

What you’ve done for Xiao is beyond repay, he is in debt to your kindness.

You managed to show him love.

To teach him that he is not the puppet he was portrayed as during battle.

That he is not who he once was.

To remind him that he’s now Xiao. A gentle Adeptus who wants nothing more to protect his home of Liyue.

#xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagine

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Shuichi x fem!reader fluffshot

desc; shuichi with a fem!s/o who enjoys wearing dresses. she goes out of her way to buy a dress for a date.

warnings; they're in highschool? i think???, suggestive depends on how you look at it, fluff, so many clichés, i did some fake text messages bc i didnt know how to type the text message format

word count; 2k

“Hmm...” You hummed frustratingly as you skimmed through the dresses in the shop, not finding one you were happy with. You were trying to find a dress that you thought Shuichi would like, but so far you haven’t found one that piqued your interest. You furrowed your brow at a blue dress that you came across on, looking at the back in interest. You grinned as you finally found the right one, the one you were going to wear for the date you had with Shuichi.

As you brought it to the counter and took out your wallet, you couldn’t stop thinking of how Shuichi would react. You felt giddy from the excitement of seeing him flushed from the sight of you. Quickly purchasing the dress, you grabbed the handle of the bag the dress was in and made your way back home with a bounce in your step.

As you sat in one of the public bus seats, you checked your phone for the time. Your eyes widened in panic when you saw the big bold letters read, “5:00 pm” That meant you only had 1 hour to prepare for the date you had with Shuichi. You put your phone back in your pocket and started fidgeting with your fingers in distress, predicting how much time it would take for you to get home, shower and dress up. ‘Would there be enough time?’ You thought. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the anxiety bubbled up inside you, waiting to pour out.

Whilst you were panicking in the bus seat, Shuichi was at his house trying on multiple shirts that he was unhappy with. He stood in front of his full body mirror with faux confidence, “H-hey there uh, you look great!” He spoke to the mirror with a nervous smile, picturing you in front of him. His face dropped as he sighed, “Great? Great!? Get it together Shuichi, we both know that she’s much more than great.” He grumbled to himself as he took off his shirt and--yet again-- put on another one.

He looked in the mirror, examining the black button-up on his back. He made a sound of uncertainty before nodding, “Eh, okay.” He inhaled before faced the mirror again and looking himself dead in the eyes. “S/o, would you be my girlfriend?” He said--surprisingly--without a single stutter, before breaking character and groaning. He squatted down and muffled his screams in his knees, face red from shame. “I can’t do this,”

“No, I-I can do this. What would Kaito say if he saw you being such a coward?” He muttered as he stood up and paced the room stressfully, before stopping and staring at the flowers he got for you. He had an internal battle in his head between ‘What if she says no?’ and ‘But what if she says yes?’ In the end, he decided that future Shuichi would decide.

~~~

Once the bus stopped near your home, you quickly hopped off the stairs of the vehicle and started jogging to your house. You unlocked the door to your house and rushed to your room. Checking the time again, it read 5:14 pm. ‘Perfect.’ You thought as you hastily stripped yourself of your clothes and showered. No longer than 10 minutes later, you carefully got out of the shower, careful not to slip. While you dried yourself, you heard your phone ring. Unlocking your phone, you smiled at the message from Shuichi.

Shuichi yelped as he pressed send, throwing his phone at his bed. You replied back with trembling fingers and rosy cheeks.

You laughed loudly as you watched his calm composed texts turned into embarrassed apologies. Your nerves easing as you laughed. Taking a small breather, you replied back with a goofy smile on your face.

You left his last message on read as you dried your hair with a victorious smile. Whilst you basked in glory, Shuichi was at his house, trying his best not to imagine you naked. “Keep it together, Shuichi!” He told himself, voice muffled by his hands. He lightly whacked his head, trying to stop where his thought process was going. He really didn’t want to picture you naked; He would never look at you the same way if he did. Shaking his head of his strange thoughts, he went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.

~~~

Once you dried your hair thoroughly, you got out of the bathroom, shivering as you felt the cold hair hit your damp skin. You quickly slipped on your undergarments, wanting some sort of material on your cold body. After slipping on your undergarments, you made your way towards the small paper bag you had left near your room door. You reached into the bag and grabbed the dress, grinning excitedly as you saw the glossy dark blue fabric.

You put on the dress and went to go check yourself in the mirror. Looking into your reflection, you beamed at how your dress looked on your figure. You felt like a fucking Disney princess. You made a few funny power poses in the mirror to hype yourself up. This might be your new favourite, you thought, you just hope that Shuichi likes the dress just as much as you do. You did a few playful spins in the mirror, before glancing at the clock on your wall, ‘5:35 pm.’ Looks like you had more time than you needed.

You sat down on your bed, picking up your phone, and opening the messaging app to text Shuichi. Your thumb hovered over the keys, as you hesitated. You decided it would be rude to ask someone if they wanted to go earlier when you had already agreed on a time. So, instead, you exited the app and scrolled on Tumblr, occasionally laughing at a shitpost.

〜〜〜

Shuichi stared at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with a notification impatiently. His ahoge perking up every time he saw his screen brighten up with a notification, but deflating when he saw it wasn’t you. He glared at the small box before caving in and grabbing his phone. He opened the messaging app, about to text you when suddenly, his phone started vibrating. He almost dropped his phone from surprise, fumbling it until he caught it. Unfortunately, his thumb had tapped on the answer button before he could see who it was.

When he finally held his phone in his hands to look at it clearly, his eyes widened as his heart thumped when he saw your name. Clearing his throat, he quickly brought his phone next to his ear, letting out a squeaky, “Hello?” He winced at the unwanted pubescent sound his throat made, face-palming as his voice failed him.

“Uh-Hi! Is-is your throat okay?” You asked, unsure if who you heard was Shuichi. “U-um yeah- No, my uh, my throat is fine.” He cleared his throat once again. It was as if he had forgotten to speak, somehow managing to mess up each word. “S-so, why’d you call?” Shuichi asked nervously, trying to steer the conversation away from his squeaky voice. He awaited your answer as he laid on his back on his bed, gripping his phone with one hand and leaving the back of his other hand on his forehead.

~~~

“No reason, really. Guess I just got impatient and wanted to hear your voice.” You slyly replied, your face heating up with every word that made its way out of your mouth. You see, that was a lie. You had actually been trying to change his contact name to something funny but you had accidentally pressed the call button. What? Did you really think you would have enough confidence to call him yourself? Hah, you wish! You should be thanking your ginormous fingers.

Shuichi sighed dreamily, basking in the sound of your voice. He was so entranced by the sound of it, that the lovesick idiot forgot to reply. Causing your thoughts to go into overdrive and your confidence to go ‘poof!’, “Oh! I-I’m sorry if that’s weird! I just mea-” He snapped out of his daze the moment he heard your panicked voice, quick to dismiss your thought process, “N-no, it’s not weird! To be honest, I wanted to hear your voice too but I just d-didn’t have enough confidence to call.” He admitted quietly, face flushing from his mini confession.

“O-oh.” You were sure you were going to pass out from overheating, he wanted to hear your voice too! You lived in the thought that Shuichi likes the sound of your voice. Shuichi continued the conversation, “So... Tell me about the dress you said you thought I’d like, I’d love to hear about how it looks.” Shuichi smiled fondly, knowing how much you love dresses. As the image of you in a summer dress popped up in his head, he felt his heart warm up. He’s extremely grateful that you enjoy wearing dresses because he enjoys seeing you in them just as much.

Every time he sees you approach him with a dress on, he’s on cloud 9. He swore he was the luckiest man alive when you accepted to go out with him. As you giggled at his words, you were unaware of the effect your giggle had on this man. Your giggle was near fatal for a love-sick fool like him, you made his heart pump just a little bit faster in his chest.

“Nice try, Saihara-Kun. But it’s a surprise! Don’t worry about it though, I am positive you’ll like it.” You teased, running your fingers on the glossy blue fabric in thought. Shuichi chuckled underneath his breath, making your heart skip a beat this time. “You caught me,” Shuichi confessed, laughing quietly. You pressed your hands against your red cheeks, feeling how warm they were.

Glancing at the clock, you spoke, “Oh hey, it’s already 5:46 pm. Are you going to pick me up, Mr. Detective?” You purred, standing up and searching for your purse. Shuichi checked the time on his phone, eyes widening at the time, “Already? It felt much shorter than that.” You shook your head and laughed, “Time goes faster when you’re having fun.” You chimed. “That’s the most cliché thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Shuichi deadpanned, causing you to chuckle at the tone of his voice.

“But it’s pretty accurate isn’t it?” Shuichi sighed in defeat, “I guess so. Or maybe the author was too lazy to write more.” You hummed in agreement, “That’s probably what happened, yeah.” You smiled softly before saying the words neither of you wanted to hear, “Hey, we have to hang up now.” Shuichi felt dread wash over his body at the thought of not hearing your voice, “You have to pick me up remember?” You reminded, cleaning your room a bit before you left. “Don’t hang up.” He pouted, not wanting to stop hearing your voice.

“Shuichi, I’m going to see you in, like, less than 10 minutes.” You giggled at his desperate tone of voice, “Trust me, I don’t want to hang up either.” Shuichi exaggerated his sigh, “Okay, okay, I’m on my way. I’ll see you in 10 minutes, yeah?” He quickly got up, smoothening the wrinkles on his dress shirt. “Yup!” You gushed, feeling caught up in the moment you blurted out, “Love you!”

Crazily enough, Shuichi didn’t seem to notice it either as he replied, “Love you too.” As both of you hung up, you paused. ‘Wait.’

Shuichi also froze, ‘wait a second.’ The two oblivious idiots simultaneously had a mental breakdown, both realizing that they both had just confessed to each other. What did this mean? Were you two a couple now?? Shuichi pushed the thought to the back of his head, focusing on the fact he had to drive to your house and he couldn’t be distracted(drive safely!). He picked up his keys and the roses he had gotten for you earlier today, and made his way out the door.

You slipped on your heels with one hand while you held your purse with the other. Looking in the mirror one more time, you adjusted your dress slightly before taking a peek at the clock. 5:59 pm. You made your way to the door and opened it. Jolting when you saw Shuichi’s tall body right in front of you, “Shui- Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Shuichi looked at you in awe, you were right, he really did love your dress.

“I... Uh...” He couldn’t say anything as he marvelled over the way you looked in the blue dress. You grinned bashfully, twirling a bit for him. “You like it?” You bit your lip, looking up at him. He simply nodded, not able to think of any words to describe how godly you looked at the moment.

Holy shit, he really, really wanted to kiss you.

He found himself slowly leaning towards you, eyeing your lips. “Shu?” You tried to snap him out of his daze, before realizing where his eyes were trained on. Realization dawned over you and you flushed, eyeing his lips as in turn. Reaching up to grab his face, you gently put your hands on his jaw and craned your neck to kiss him. Thank god for the heels, you would’ve had to pull him down without them.

His eyes expanded due to the fact you made the first move. Closing his eyes, he gripped your hips, sliding his hands over the material of your dress. As he kept going for more of your lips, more of your touch, more of you, the more he became intoxicated. But to his dismay, you pulled away, breath fanning against his chin. “Ditch the date?” You asked, trying to gain your breath back. “Ditch the date.” Shuichi eagerly replied, curling his arm around your waist and pulling you inside your house, closing the door behind him.

this is so long ;--; and unedited- hsbhjbdkndfx i hope you guys enjoyed this! super fun to write brooo, and hey! its only 1 am! proud of me? :D - mod chia

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