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unluckilyimnot · 27 days

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HI YIRL

so I rlly wanted to ask (actually I’m craving it rn) if you could do a sae, shidou and kurona hc when what they would do/ how would they react if their s/o is rlly good (like REALLY good) at like soccer or any other sport (basketball, volleyball I don’t really mind so do wtv<3)

s/o who's really good at sport

0.5 | fluff

m.list | rules

Note: HIII thank you for your request!! I'm an hc girlie ask anything ! It really like this one hihi I hope you like it !

Sae + volley ball

he loves the fact that you’re good at sport too

he doesn’t know shit about volleyball but he will learn by himself to understand when he see you play

it doesn’t matter if you’re pro or not, he likes to come see you play

don’t expect him to scream or whatever, but he tries to come every time

he wants to know more about strategy or your position in the team (libero, setter, ect)

the more he learn about it, the happier he is

will make you dinner or bento according to your daily training

he always knows what to do when you’re sore and can’t move because of the pain, but won’t do much for you because he’s in the same state

or he would be annoying and tells you things like “you should’ve stretch better”

comment whenever he thinks you played well or not

will try to help you do your best

you two do cardio together

running date

for fem body people, he’s really cautious if you’re on your period and tells you to be careful + give you pain killer along with your lunch

not your first fan bc your friends are way too extreme but he comes just after them <3

Shidou + boxing

wants to do it with you

he LOVES when you show him new things you’ve learn or teach him

he’s really good and you already told him to try out more but he loves soccer too much

it’s simply a good date idea to him

he’s screaming the loudest he can during competition

pretend to be you trainer sometimes to mess around

your number 1 fan

likes to play fight with you

he’s really dramatic, if you win at some point he will just lift you in the air and take a few turns

he loves to do basic sportif stuff with you

i’m not sure he’s that careful about his diet but if you are, he’ll listen to you and it can be an excuse to spend time with you

he likes coming with you for groceries

his fav protein shake are vanilla flavor

You always have to put an end to the fight he starts it

But if you're violent enough he'll end up being clingy bc you're hot

Kurona + basketball

he tries to make it to all of your matches

he seems like a big fan of basketball, i think he follows NBA play closely beside football

first hype boy man, you never fell down with him

and if you do, he’ll cheer you up like nobody else can, even your team mate

he always here to give you advices if you need

but he also loves to hear your point about his training and how he can get better

i feel like your better at building your training than him so he likes to do it with you

he would love to play with you sometimes, outside when the weather is fine with it is the best

he’s kinda insecure if some people came along and they’re better than him but thats still not his sport so it’s fine

as long as you enjoy it the fullest he’s the happiest

if you’re pro and you have to go aboard to play he’s sad ngl, he misses you a lot

tries to call you everyday

he’s the happiest honestly, he just likes being able to talk about sport freely whithout sounding nerdy

#blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock hc #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #bllk hcs #sae itoshi x reader #sae x reader #sae headcanons #shidou x reader #shidou headcanons #shidou fluff #kurona x reader #kurona fluff #kurona headcanons

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nervocat · 7 months

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★ 📝 — notes: One last writing like this before October lol. I rlly liked this idea but I don't think I did it justice 😞

Anyways, I think this is one of my better writings and this can be read as platonic or romantic, no romantic advances are made.

— word count: 542 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none — ✦

" Letting Neuvillette Ramble to You About Water Tasting "

You and Neuvillettes relationship was interesting. Neither of you really acknowledged you were close, but you talked about different topics together in his office when he was able to. Today was no different.

You were sitting on one of the blue couches as Neuvillette sat at his desk. He held an interesting looking cup and swirled the contents inside it, like usual when you saw him with the cup. He took a sip before you inquired something to him. "Monsieur Neuvillette, I see you drink from that cup when you're seemingly thirsty, what do you have in said cup?" You ask, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms as you look at Neuvillette, tone curious as you quirked an eyebrow. He hums as he sets the glass down and answers after he drinks the liquid in the cup.

"I have water in the cup, why do you ask?" He replies, looking over to you with his typical stoic face. You shrug.

"I'm just curious as to why you have such a fancy cup for water, and didn't want to assume you drank wine," you answer. "What is the reason, by the way?" You added.

"I like to drink the water of different regions, they all have different tastes if you savor the flavor of them. This particular one is from Inazumian waters, would you like to try it?" Neuvillette asks, looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his silver, dragonic eyes. You nod without much thought and get up from the couch, walking over to Neuvillettes desk. You look at the cup and back at Neuvillette, silently asking permission even though he recommended the idea. He nodded, and you took the cup gently in your hand. You look into the water, seeing your reflection in the ripples and you take a sip. After a moment, you set the cup down after you swallow the water, sighing afterwards.

"I don't exactly taste anything different, Monsieur Neuvillette, other than maybe a slight difference," you say bashfully, crossing your arms with a slight smile. Neuvillette nods.

"As suspected, the Traveler and Paimon said the same," he says, taking the cup back and drinking the rest of the water. He starts to talk about the differences of the water's taste from all 7 of the different regions. You decide to let him talk and lean on his desk slightly, listening intently and trying to understand to the best of your abilities and nodding along as he explains.

He talks for about half an hour before his rambling comes to an end and lands his eyes on yours. He clears his throat before speaking. "My apologies, [name], I did not realize I may have talked a little much about this topic," Neuvillette apologizes. You let out a breath of laughter and wave a dismissive hand.

"It's quite alright, Monsieur Neuvillette, you were simply explaining things to me, explaining your hobby," you answer. Neuvillette sighs.

"Still, I apologize," he says.

After a moment, Sedene came in to inform Neuvillette of an upcoming case, saying hello to you when she saw you. As you say goodbye to the Melusine and the Iudex, you're finally realizing that maybe you and Neuvillette are closer than you two realize. ✧

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

#— ★ nervos published books #genshin impact #genshin #platonic genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette x gender neutral reader #neuvillette x gn reader #can be platonic or romantic

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privitivium · 2 months

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helllooo again,, sooooo ive been rlly into tattoos and stuff lately and it got me thinkin

stressed!tattoo artist!ftm! reader x softdom S/O

like reader has to take off of work early because he had just dealt with a rlly rude/obnoxious customer and it just really overwhelmed him so he went home to his lovely S/O and after telling them about his day S/O decides to help reader relax by some fluffy oral, fingering, sex (doesnt matter!!) promising they'll do the work and for reader to just 'let go' and relax :3 maybe a small part of some aftercare for good measures hehe

love ur works!!! <3

— 🍸

thanks silly. The rambles.......

softdom boyfriend x tattoo artist ftm reader.. oral - fingering, overstimulation - aftercare.

home early? obviously, this causes some curiosity to spark from your lovely boyfriend who was off today... prodding you gently for the reasoning - you sick? you feel bad? whats up? then having to explain, some fucking - person, just pissed you off to the max today. clearly, you didn't want to get into the details just then... your loving, darling boyfriend nodding in understanding, kissing you in consolation before offering a little something more,,

his hands, dotted in your own creations by needle dipping inward and curling so deliciously inside you - the overwhelming amount of care and affection you felt, loved - as he curls his fingers while lapping his tongue and sucking on your exposed puffy clit... your legs clenching around his head - not that he seemed to mind, it was a huge motivator!! burying his face deeper, sucking and indulging himself in the flavor and feeling of your folds before he reminds himself that this was for you, not him... trying to take it slow - savor it... before you were pleading him to go faster... just as he was. yeah, no problem babe... continuing without stopping for a quick breather - such a trooper; drawing out orgasm after orgasm til your legs were trembling and your hands were tugging at his hairㅡ

"mmh..." he drones, "there you go... hmm? yeah, you feeling better?" he coos, pulling away the cup of lovely iced water from your lips, gently dabbing away the excess that dribbled down your chin... eyes glazed and fucked out of your mind - orgasm after orgasm... yeah, you guess you're feeling alright... nothing a lil soak cant make better... which your darling boyfriend draws for you... petting your hair as he sits at the side of the tub, humming praises and keeping you company. hnngh.

#x male reader #male reader #x sub male reader #sub male reader #dom male character #* ( 🍸 ) !!!

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fuxuannie · 1 year

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Hi hi! Im new here so its nice to meet you (─ ▽ ─)ゞ could I request Yanqing x fem reader (or gen neutral) who became the left hand woman (or person) to Jing Yuan? How would Yanqing treat it at first? And how did reader n Yanqings relationship grow from then on? <3

* pairing(s) : yanqing x gender neutral reader

* prompt : "i was here first." "and clearly you aren't doing your job well, which is why i'm here." "hey..!-"

* authors note : cute little prompt, i rlly like this ♡ nice to meet you! sorry this took a while, clearing out requests is a chore during writers block T_T

* brief warning : Yanqing is 14-16. As someone his age, I am severely uncomfortable with the idea of people 18 and above reading this. However I cannot control people on the internet, so this is all I can say.

When JING YUAN explained to YANQING that he now had a left hand in command, he was confused. Was he not enough? It wasn't in a self depricating way, no, he was just somewhat excited to now have some sort of rivalry where he worked.

You were just about his age, very vigilant and excelled with a sword just like him. However, you didn't seem to like him either. Some sort of childish rivalry sparked between the both of you.

It started with constantly trying to one up each other during training, laughing in each others faces as one outshines the other. Then it got to how much work they do in a day, and finally the amount of praise Jing Yuan would give to both of you at the end of the day.

Eventually, you two began to open up about things outside the work setting. I mean, it was inevitable, wasn't it? You were his age, had the same interests and you both unintentionally spent so much time together.

Then there was the realization that he really wasn't the infuriating brat you thought he was, he had a certain charm and charisma when you got to know him properly. And despite his youth, he was a gentleman compared to the men you'd see around sometimes.

"You two seem to be getting along well." Jing Yuan would chuckle, arms crossed as he watched you and Yanqing bicker on who had a better quality sword.

"No, we aren't!" "No, we aren't!"

You shoot each other a glare, before bursting into a fit of laughter. A part of you didn't realize it, but Yanqing was almost like your other half. He fits with you perfectly, his soul mirrored yours and made it complete.

There was a day where you both were hanging out together out of work hours, and you and him bought ice cream of your preferred flavor and Yanqing just smiled at you.

It wasn't anything new or different about it, he was just smiling, but it wasn't just smiling to you. The way he looked, how the sun illuminated his features, and how it made your heart skip a beat.. it couldn't have been mistaken.

You had fallen inlove with him, and you fell hard.

#✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ entos paw prints #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #yanqing hsr x reader #yanqing x reader

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ladymarlin · 7 months

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Total Drama Headcanons 🤯🤯🤯

Mostly Heather tbh

Heather cuddles w ppl by like, laying on them. Like if Alejandro's sitting down she'll lay on him

Like these cats

After Heather has dance practice ESPECIALLY rlly long ones, Alejandro gives her massages so she's less sore

Lindsay and Justin matching Juicy track suits (they're besties)

Heather gets VERY jealous and she's rlly sensitive abt stuff like that bc she's so used to being hated so whenever someone loves her and does ANYTHING that makes her jealous she's like "ok u hate me?"

Heather is a middle child with 2 older siblings and 2 younger siblings (one of which is her "evil younger brother" Damien)

Heather is Japanese and can speak almost fluently in Japanese

Heather has beef w/ her parents

-her relationship w her mom is complicated. She spent more time w than her dad bc he's just a lot but really her and her mom didn't rlly get along

Heather kinda hates her culture bc it reminds her of her mom

-She'd end up more immersed in Alejandro's culture than her own

Courtney either still has her tattoo or has a scar from getting it removed

Duncan and Courtney's tattoos were tramo stamps (@m7nd3w's hc)

-Courtney wanted it to be somewhere her parents wouldn't notice, so Duncan suggested lower back (my hc)

Alejandro cooks but like Heather can also cook he just INSISTS he does all the cooking

Sometimes Alejandro and Heather dance together like on their living room. Mostly when Heather's upset abt something and he's trying to calm her down

Heather has really strong legs (and arms but mostly legs) because of dance

Alejandro insists on getting the nesquik with the "authentic Latin flavor" bc it's better. Nobody knows if he's joking or not

Courtney and Heather besties fr

Courtney is mixed (South Asian and Hispanic)

Heather hasn't been able to eat jelly since tdi and even the sight of it freaks her out

Heather is bad at genuinely flirting w ppl she's ACTUALLY interested in bc she's never actually had to flirt she's such a babe ppl always flirt w her

Courtney's parents are strict.

Heather is high achiever (kinda canon) but her parents barely acknowledge her achievements

Heather kept her gold tooth in

Heather was rlly mean in elementary school. In middle school she was quiet most of the time

Alejandro carries Heather a lot. By choice.

Anne Maria gets duck feet nails sometimes

Anne Maria has an Ed Hardy tracksuit

Heather doesn't like storms

Anne Maria's tan isn't completely fake

Courtney felt really bad about herself after the show

Heather is very independent and hates having to rely on others

-she's also very protective of herself

Alejandro is always warm, Heather is always cold (to the touch)

Heather sometimes does things as reassurance that she doesn't need other ppl (like cooking)

Heather was really close with the family cat. She's a major cat person, she loves them

Heather and Alejandro moved in together asap.

- Alejandro only really keeps in contact with his mom, but Heather has minimal contact with her family only going over during parties/holidays.

-Alejandro got Heather a cat bc she missed hers.

-Heather's family throws a lot of big parties and stuff like that bc they're rich and that's just what they do. They have Heather show up for appearances because it's all only really to make the family look good. She hates these parties and usually ends up talking to Alejandro away from everyone else. He does most of the socializing.

-When Heather moved out her room got turned into a storage room. She still hangs out in there sometimes, anyway, if she goes over and wants to get away from everyone.

Courtney's the lactose intolerant person who actually takes it seriously, with few exceptions

Heather really likes movies with deeper meanings, especially horror movies

#ill update as i think of more!!#total drama #courtney total drama #total drama heather #heather td #td headcanons #td hcs #total drama headcanons #td duncan #duncney #td alejandro #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #aleheather #justin total drama #td lindsay #alejandro x heather

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devilscastle69 · 4 months

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panic! at the drugstore (j/jk, nanami)

hiiiii @ezynse merry xmas, happy new year, happy day. <3

im ur secret santa. <33 i hope u like this fic. ily. i want u to know the j key on my keyboard is challenged so i wrote "Goo" by accident sm ToT

(sorry for the title i dont even rlly listen to them i- )

please keep this to sneeze kink blogs only! 18+ only!

Summary stuff:

Fandom: J/JK

Characters: Nan//ami, Go/jo, Ijic/hi, Yu/ji,

Pairings: slight nana/go. in the way la croix has flavor

Good future AU (no bad stuff, everyones an adult. set in 2023)

As soon as Nanami detected Gojo’s presence, he should have turned on his heel and left. Instead, he’d gone into the drugstore, reasoning that the necessity of his trip outweighed the aggravation it’d cause. He wasn’t naive enough to hope he’d get out of here without any additional psychic damage but maybe he’d luck out and Gojo would—

“Nanami!�� Gojo sang from a few aisles over. This was starting to play out like one of his nightmares. Verbatim. “Wow, you shop here too?!”

“Not anymore.”

Gojo laughed easily and brushed off the obvious rejection with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not happy to see your best buddy!”

“I have no such thing.” Nanami sighed and drew out a cough in the process which he managed to muffle into the sleeve of his jacket. Anyone else would have read the room and left him alone, but Gojo continued to chatter on at a volume unfit for the public space they were in. If only he’d move back a few centimeters so Nanami could escape without having to push past him and potentially causing a bigger scene than they’re already causing. He’d already used up his energy—both cursed and otherwise—at work today and he was quickly fading.

For the first time, he wished he could focus on the bubblegum pop blasting through the speakers with its sentiments of Sakura blossoms and old times; it would beat trying to follow the embellished story Gojo was telling. He pinched the bridge of his nose. To make matters worse, the temperature change had caused the congestion that had mostly settled by the end of the train ride over here to return with a vengeance. His nose threatened to drip and he risked a small sniffle. Immediately, he recognized it as a mistake when the lingering prickle sharpened and traveled deeper into his nose.

As if he hadn’t sneezed enough today.

“And after all that I got some wagashi at this great place near the hospital, Great Luck right? And haha it was! Anyway, the point is… I got some stuff for Yuji, but then I got hungry waiting for the car so I figured I’d better make up for it.”

Nanami made a point of checking his watch as a last ditch effort for a polite departure, less for Gojo’s sake and more for the sake of everyone else in this godforsaken store. But most of all for his own sake, considering he’s quickly losing the battle against the pertinent tickle up his right nostril. “I don’t have time to talk,” he said evenly, breath only wavering once he’s gotten the last word out.

Unfortunately, Gojo clasped his shoulder, refusing to let him leave. “Did you take the train here? We could carpool instead, Ijichi is—”

“ht’KKxt!” Nanami interrupted with a poorly restrained sneeze directed into the sleeve of his jacket.

“Bless you!” Gojo’s head lolled to the side; he had the decency to release him, but otherwise didn’t move out of his personal space. Nanami nodded and turned away. “Wow, that sounded painful. You okay?”

It was. “hGNXt’ch! h’kKt…chh.” Damnit. “Hh- kmpht’Chhh!” He might not have been able to see Gojo’s eyes, but he sure could feel them on him. This tickle just wasn’t going to quit until he let it out, and he’d rather end this as soon as possible. “h’eSCHh!”

“Oh bless you.” Gojo, ever uncaring of displaying any decorum, took zero steps away from him. He examined him from a few different angles, tapping his chin as he hovered. “Bet I can guess why you’re here today!”

“Excuse me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed small circles all the way into the inner corners of his eyes and tried to ignore the heat that had risen to his ears. His head pounded even harder than it had before.

“Always so formal, huh?”

Always so inappropriately casual, huh? Nanami glanced at Gojo’s basket and its contents: strawberry shampoo, bags of candy, winter apple body wash, face masks, moisturizer, cotton candy flavored lip gloss, and more items he couldn’t quite make out, but surely none of them were essential enough to inconvenience Ijichi in the way Gojo was. Everything he’s learned about Satoru Gojo has been against his will, and now he’s horrified that his brain was wasting the time wondering if he’s one of those people who can’t go to the store and truly buy one item.

“So, how was your—”

“I don’t have time to talk. Excuse me.” Risking a shoulder check, Nanami walked towards the aisles. He tried not to sniffle more than strictly necessary and tried to ignore the extra set of footsteps behind him. Key word was tried.

“Oh wow, you really sound terrible.” Gojo said sympathetically, continuing to haunt Nanami all the way to the cold and flu aisle. “How long have you had that cold?”

Why did it have to be Gojo?

“Stop following me.”

“You forgot your basket, though.”

So he did. “I don’dt need that much.” It was true, but Nanami accepted the basket anyway from the pouting man.

“Mm, really? You kinda sound like you’re dying, y’know.” Gojo wandered around the aisle and picked up a box of medicine that he held up to his blindfolded eyes. “No offense.” A man started walking in their direction, took one look at Gojo, and immediately turned around. Nanami released a small forlorn sigh through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be finde.” he said, clearing his throat. He could curb the hoarse quality his voice had taken on, but the congestion was something he’d have to live with for now. “You mentionded Ijichi is waiting?”

“Yeah, so hurry up, Nanami!”

“I will n’dot be ri-ridi’hhgg wih—” He’d gotten distracted and hadn’t noticed that the itch from before had been slowly respawning. Gojo gave a questioning hum as Nanami his knuckle to his nose, sniffled sharply, and cleared his throat again. “I will not be riding with you.”

“Aw, not with me?”

Nanami shot him a glare. All of his efforts were in vain because the urge to sneeze returned with a vengeance and demanded his attention in a way that put Gojo’s efforts to shame. The prickle spread like wildfire through his sinuses, and in spite of his efforts in snuffing it out, he’d allowed himself to get distracted enough to give the enemy the advantage. “Hh-!” He inhaled sharply before shoving the back of his wrist up to his nose. “nGhthsCH! hh’NGXTCHh’ueh!” That last one had been particularly loud but had been just as unrelieving as its predecessors. “hehH’TSChhiuh!”

Gojo patted his back. There was a warmth to his palm that Nanami could feel even through the layers of fabric acting as a buffer between them. “Bless you.” Using only his free hand, he easily broke the seal of a travel pack of tissues on the shelf and nudged a few tissues into Nanami’s palm.

“You’re supposed to pay first.” In spite of the protest, he fixed his glasses that were in danger of falling off his face and accepted the tissues; by noon, his handkerchief had become unusable and he’d already gone through the tissues he’d accepted at the train station this morning, so his options were limited. He turned away for a moment to blow his nose. While his efforts were productive, they did little to kill the taunting buzzing in the back of his nose. He pinched his nostrils shut from behind the tissue and willed the tickle to recede.

“Not yet! Hey if I buy your stuff will you ride with me? Wouldn’t you get back sooner that way? Oh, bless—”

“hh’MPHtchh!”

“—you again!”

He took a moment to massage the bridge of his nose in a silent apology to himself for the poor attempt at stifling before clearing his throat and bringing up sodden tissue to wipe the lingering moisture from the red rims of his nostrils.

No amount of free cold medicine would make spending his free time with this absolute menace in a small enclosed space worth it, but at the same time it’d be less aggravating for him to just go along with it in the long run. Gojo’s already made it clear he has no intention of leaving him alone. He gave half a nod and picked up the first bottle of cold medicine that he saw and a bag of face masks and took a few steps in the direction of the check out.

“That’s all you’re buying?” Gojo asked. His lips formed an exaggerated frown and his forehead wrinkled as if he was bewildered by Nanami’s shopping habits.

Nanami was too busy fighting a losing battle against the threat of another sneeze to tell Gojo to stop adding more items to the basket, but he managed to shoot him a pointed glare before his expression crumpled. “Hh- hehhH- …mPHTtshhiuh! Pardon,” he said more out of habit than anything and wiped his nose again, “I have more than enough now.”

“So frugal.”

He supposed the cough drops, vicks, lotion tissues, vitamins, and nasal spray wouldn’t hurt, especially if accepting them will get Nanami out of here faster. Since he’d already opened the tissues, he figured he might as well put on one of the masks in the pack. His glasses immediately fogged and he tucked them into his inner coat pocket.

After they’d approached the register Gojo told the cashier they would be paying together and nuzzled his cheek against Nanami’s shoulder in an intimate way. He’d smack him later.

The cold pierced through Nanami’s coat as soon as they opened the door. As annoying as this situation is, he can’t say he’s upset that he won’t have to walk back to the train station. They turned a corner and Gojo pointed out the car.

“I know, I know.” Gojo opened the door to the passenger side and abruptly wrapped an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, yanking him into the field of vision as if he’d run away. “That took a little longer than I said, but look who I ran into!”

“Nanamin!” Itadori called out from the back seat with a cheery wave. Nanami is just as surprised to see him, though he’d mostly tuned out Gojo’s story. “No way, what a coincidence!”

Nanami shot Gojo a withering look and gave a slight bow to Itadori. “Itadori-kun…”

“Think fast!” Gojo called out and threw a bag of candy at Itadori.

He caught it easily. “Wow, thank you, Gojo-sensei!”

“Gojo-san, we were meant to be back over a half hour ago—“

“Ijichiiii, you need to relax. Seriously, you’re already getting frown lines, that’s no good. Look, I even got something for you. Tadaaa~” He dropped a pack of instant udon into his lap and a face mask and made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. “Can you drop Nanami Kento-kun off first?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ijichi sighed and took a moment before he half-heartedly thanked Gojo for the gifts. Then he turns to look at the backseat. “Of course, Nanami-san.” He and Nanami shared a quick glance as the cause of their stress tore into his own pack of candy and ate it noisily.

“Oh, why are you wearing a mask, Nanamin?” Itadori asked as Nanami sat next to him and put on his seatbelt. “Do you have a cold?”

“It’s alright,” Nanami assured him and cleared his throat, “just a mild one.”

“I dunno if mild is the right word there, Nanamin.” Gojo interjected as Ijichi finally started driving.

Itadori’s face fell and Nanami sincerely considered kicking the back of Gojo’s chair, though he was too busy pinching his nose shut over the fabric of the mask to stifle a sneeze that had nearly escaped his detection. “hGXxt’chshh!- excuse me.”

“Bless you. I hope you feel better soon.” Itadori frowned and offered him a piece of candy. Nanami shook his head and Itadori shrugged and ate it himself.

“You’re gonna pop an eardrum like that,” Gojo chastised, clicking his tongue.

All of this was past the point of the nightmare he’d thought he was having earlier and was starting to veer into the fever dream category. Perhaps in more ways than one. Gojo flicked through the radio stations until he found what he was looking for and started singing along with a pop song. Itadori joined him and they pointed at each other while Nanami reflected on his life choices and folded his arms more tightly over his chest.

Nanami glanced at Ijichi’s GPS. Twenty minutes of this felt like a death sentence. His limbs had started aching a few hours ago and now that the adrenaline was long dead and he was sitting again, he felt it in full force. The sudden urge to lean his temple against the foggy window arose and he indulged in it, ever so slowly pressing his forehead to the window.

While Gojo was especially pitchy, the noise at least took the focus off of Nanami as he muffled a series of throat-tearing coughs against the crook of his arm. His lungs gave a slight whine as he regained his breath and he could feel the silent attention the other three men were giving him.

“Can you breathe okay, Nanamin?” Itadori asked, patting his shoulder. If it were anyone else, Nanami would have batted the hand away, but doing that to Itadori would feel like kicking a puppy and it's not like he was heartless. While most people become hardened and jaded after living the life of a jujutsu sorcerer, Itadori remained as kind and genuine as ever over the years.

Instead he nodded. “Yes. Don’t worry.”

Itadori gave him a thumbs up. The singing continued and he pitied Ijichi for how long he’s had to put up with Satoru Gojo today.

To Gojo’s credit, he toned down the singing, but Nanami almost wished he’d go back to his caterwauling, because his nose had chosen that moment to betray him yet again. It itched like mad and putting pressure on the tip of his nose did nothing to chase the feeling away. He did his best to muffle it into his sleeve anyway, hoping the extra layers would do anything to make it less intrusive than he knew it would be. “Hh- hgzt’SChhiuh! heHMPHhshh’ieuh!- pardon me.”

“Aw, bless you,” Gojo chimed in, stretching out his seatbelt as he turned his body around to face him. “Do you want my jacket, Nanamin?” He puckered his lips.

This time he let his shoe dig into the bag of Gojo’s chair. “No.”

Ijichi quietly turned up the heat. “Give him a break, Gojo-san,” he said tiredly.

The rest of the ride quite literally blurred together as Nanami fought to keep his eyes open. With the heat on, his chills were kept at bay, and it was easy to drift off to sleep. He jolted and shook himself awake at least three times before the familiar building came into view, and the third time, it’d been because Itadori was saying his name to get his attention. Ijichi pulled up closer and stopped the car. Nanami thanked him for the ride and held up a hand to stop Itadori from offering a side hug.

“Get well soon, Nana—”

Nanami shut the car door and ignored the rest of Gojo’s sentence. Getting into the apartment was a blur, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d come home in rough shape, relying on autopilot. He immediately hung his jacket and loosened his tie, and then he removed his face mask, cringing as he pinched away the lingering moisture from his nostrils. He’d done his best to avoid rubbing his nose all day, but his efforts seemed to be in vain considering how sore it still was.

As much as he wanted to just collapse into the couch, his discipline won out and he managed to undress. Though, not without challenge. “huhh…HGSCHh’uh!” He sneezed all over his chest, too slow to cover in his exhausted state. Undeniably, it was a relief to be able to sneeze freely in the privacy of his bedroom. “hh-...hDJtSchh’euh! hhaH’DTzSHhh’ih!”

He found the tissues from the bag and blew his nose, letting out a slight hum of relief as some of the congestion came free. His eyes still ached and with a quick dose of medicine, he was ready to close them. He laid in bed with the extra throw blanket atop the comforter and waited for the chills to die down so he could sleep.

It was restful for the first few hours. As he’d anticipated, he woke up in the early hours of the morning coughing, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and his mouth bone dry.

3 AM.

It was too early for this. He forces himself into the kitchen to fill a tall glass with water and to find a few more items from the bag. He took the cough drops out and put one in his mouth and placed the rest of the bag on the bedside table.

Somehow knowing that he needed as much sleep as possible hindered him from doing so. He drifted in and out of sleeping for the entire morning, occasionally walking up mumbling something incomprehensible.

He was finally asleep until his phone went off a few minutes past 6 AM. It wasn’t his alarm, but an obnoxious ding.

Gojo:

heyyy nanamin~

… Nanami clenched his jaw as he watched the animated ellipses bubble and waited to see what could possibly be so important to disturb him.

Gojo:

good morning! 🌞hope u get some rest today hahaha :D you sounded awful 🤒dont go dying </3

Typically jujutsu sorcerers have about as much paid sick leave as he would’ve had at his former company: basically none. What kind of fucked up—

Nanami frowned, realizing he’d missed some other notifications, including the ones canceling his mission for the day. It’s easy to put the pieces together. He had to put the phone down to sneeze a few times, and it continued to ding throughout his fit.

Gojo:

we’ll have to go out when youre better!! next friday?? theres a new barcade i wanna try and then KARAOKE!!!!!! :DDD

Gojo:

Nanamiiiiii D:

Gojo:

don’t leave me on read

Gojo:

bless youuuuu :3

Gojo:

no i cant hear u im just guessing

Gojo:

was i right?? o.O

Nanami silenced his phone and went back to sleep, deciding to address the new situation, along with the strange feelings that’d started coming up, later. For now, at least he could relax.

Nanami:

Thank you.

#snzfic #snz #sneeze kink #my writing #j/jk #cold snz #sneeze fic #snz fic

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bleachbleachbleach · 4 months

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Been thinking about Shinji and Momo and specifically abt them in relations to the system or the ideal of the system that kind of screwed them over. With Shinji being unjustly thrown out and no one rlly fully unpacking how much of an HR concern was Aizen’s weird boundaries with Momo. You once mentioned in one of ur posts abt Shinji that the Vizards for sure do not come back with full trust in the soul society again and have their own agendas. This makes me wonder how Shinji and Momo navigate that system together now that both of them have made the decision to continue to serve under it? Momo, herself does come across as duty bound but has shown instances of acting against it when she feels the need to for the sake of the greater good (like disobeying orders to save hisagi, or admitting that not all laws are good laws even if she’s technically quoting Aizen) Sorry for the rambling! These two just fascinate me cuz I feel like aside from the whole Aizen thing, they’re like two diff flavors of being back on the job after being screwed over. The somewhat jaded mentor and the eager beaver who got the rug thrown under her.

We joke about Gotei HR all the time, but honestly in the context of their own world and worldviews would Aizen and Hinamori come across to anyone as having weird boundaries? I’m not saying it didn’t get weird but I kind of feel like part of the nature of the thing is that it’d be hard for anyone in Soul Society to point to anything Aizen did that was notably weirder than anything else everyone else does. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be an HR violation somewhere (I just completed my state-mandated sexual harassment training three days ago, so it’s all nice and fresh, LOL) but even if the Gotei had HR I doubt it would have helped in Aizen and Hinamori’s case.

I know there are people who get very deep into canonicity debates about whether Aizen and Hinamori ever slept with each other, but I’m not personally all that interested in the genre as a whole—like, the nailing down of what is or isn’t canon. In fanfic, I figure anything goes if you can make it work for you in your story. For my part, I think Aizen would take pride in not having to have sex with Hinamori in order to make his plans work. Like an *everyone* does sexual manipulation but he doesn’t even *have* to and that’s the *beauty* of the game kind of deal.

But to the question itself!

My take on Shinji is that he is, of course, very well aware of the ways the Gotei fucked him and the rest of the Vizard, and has no illusions about that. But he’s not someone who simmers in that in the same way that Hiyori does.

Honestly, maybe a good comparison might be that Shinji treats the Gotei the way he treated Aizen as a vice-captain. According to Aizen, that was a mistake, but Shinji knows the Gotei better than he ever knew Aizen. Arguably, the Gotei is more knowable than Aizen. Shinji has a certain savvy about him with respect to the Gotei as an institution, and if you now how it works, then there are degrees to which it can be managed, and perhaps even made to work for you. And if you want that to happen, the only place you can do that work is inside it, as one of its Captains. Shinji’s known that since even before TBTP, probably since before he was even himself a Captain the first time around.

But I think another key element here is that Shinji is very, very good at separating the work from the institution from the people. He can engage his octopus brain and hold the meaning of what shinigami effect in the world separate from the ethical and bureaucratic conundrums posed by the Gotei, separate from the personalities that make it up (which are the problem and the best part about the Gotei in turns). He reminds me of this guy who’s been in my toxic-ass profession for AGES but still has a ton of energy and capacity for wonder and enthusiasm and being smart in ways that make everyone smarter, and he manages this by being absolutely ruthless about not getting all sopped up by departmental drama or overly precious about ~the profession~ and making very intentional decisions about what matters and what absolutely doesn’t. I think having that as a model was incredibly useful for Hinamori, as someone with a propensity to care deeply for and about everything.

I mentioned in the tags of another post that I envisioned Hinamori as having a healing justice orientation to the world, part of which is about locating “evil” outside of individuals. It is not inherent, but made. While this does not absolve Aizen of his actions or their supporting worldviews, a path to forgiveness is at least partly about recognizing the bigger picture that produced the conditions for the fomenting of these views/plans. (And that’s before the many ways the system failed them in ways that didn’t come directly through Aizen.) Which means that moving past Aizen is also about moving past the Gotei/Soul Society, while also continuing to work for it—in a major, responsible way.

Like, Hinamori is not clocking in to sweep the floors and then leave to her wife and kids. She’s leading the thing. So what’s the journey there? We see her reclaim her role as 5th Division Vice-Captain in the Winter War (as distinct from being Aizen’s Vice-Captain—ymmv on this, like Matsumoto’s does). In that role, Hinamori has not seemed to have much of a problem with challenging authority when she felt it just to do so, even in moments of more even temper (shouting at Byakuya over Renji’s unconscious body lol). Which I feel like lends credence to the idea that Aizen’s betrayal was probably not her introduction to the world being often an unjust and deeply painful place, or even to the Gotei being these things. Like, I think she understood that. Maybe Aizen even talked to her about that, and part of why she liked him so much was the opportunity to have these long, intellectual conversations about philosophy and governance. And what do you do at the end of these conversations? You can be bitter and angry about it; you can be angry and want to burn it down; you can drink the Kool-Aid and become complicit in it; you can naively deny it and either become complicit in it or get destroyed by it; or you can—

Do what Shinji and Hinamori do about it together, which is to resolve to be the energy they wish to see in the world, which in their interpretation also requires some complicity—being officers in Gotei—and, having made that choice, periodically needing to process that. I mean, I think that’s part and parcel of being involved in any kind of institution (I know I think about it allllll the fucking time), but I imagine the experience is further magnified by the particular histories Shinji and Hinamori have with the Gotei.

I imagine sometimes—a rough week at the office, or in the aftermath of a Blood War they wonder if they aren’t being too complicit. Or, conversely, if they aren’t echoing Aizen too much, in their resolution to craft a world of their own devising. But they were different people, both from each other and very much from Aizen; their devices and visions are different, too. And so the fear falls away.

It will come back. It will probably never leave. But sometimes it’s better to be haunted than not, and ghosts can be welcome reminders.

#i'll reiterate our standing invitation to all tumblr anons #please make a blog! join the fandom! we want to engage in dialogic communications with you and also be friends!#conversation is so rare on this platform and that makes me sad #hirako shinji #hinamori momo #bleach meta #bleach headcanons #asks #no brain just bleach

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hihi could you make a wrio x reader fic where reader is an avid tea hater??? you don’t have to do it but maybe just an idea? :DD

OF COURSE!! i don’t like tea as much either but maybe i might change my mind if it’s wriothesley- thank u for the req! 🫶 again, i’m not rlly an experienced writer so pls don’t expect too much 🥹

—also panic writing bc im nervous for my presentation tomorrow

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makeshift tea sweetener

wriothesley x reader | fluff!

does milk tea actually count as tea like is it an abomination to europeans or what

“That is the most disgusting thing i’ve ever tasted.”

“Sorry what?” I asked incredulously.

Wriothesley crosses his arms at your response. “Sweetheart, there is no way you actually consider that as tea.”

“Uh! My bubble tea tastes far better than yours! Your tea is so bland and it tastes like- i don’t know! wet wipes!”

He gently picked up his teacup, mumbling a “maybe if you kissed me, it’d taste better”, before taking a short sip.

“Oh yeah? bet.”

I pull on his tie, bringing his face dangerously close, leaning in to kiss his lips gently. His eyes widened at the sudden initiative, almost dropping his beloved teacup.

Somehow the floral and distinct lemony flavor of the tea was heightened or maybe it’s just because it’s the way it sits on his lips that make the flavors come together, but boy, was it addicting.

After what seems to be a few seconds, I pull away to see a rare sight of a flustered Wriothesley. With a smile, I licked my lips in content and easily came up with a verdict.

“You’re right, it is sweeter~”

#cinna’s archives (ﾉ´ з `)ノ #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #tea isn’t so bad if it’s on him #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #wriothesley is so cute #i love wriothesley

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Hello! I been a big fan of ur writing and absolutely loved your yandere reader fanfics if possible can I request a yandere reader x argenti? Where the reader gets so jealous over EVERYONE who argenti compliment, the reader didn't like it at all! Especially his rumbles abt the aeon of beauty so the reader did what most normal people would! Lock him inside a maze like mansion !! Where he can long reply on you, of course argenti can fight back but everytime he tries to one of his dear friends go missing so he had to obey and stay put

Ik this sounds rlly long but bear with me

since the day you laid your eyes on argenti, you immediately fell in love. it was definitely love at first sight, and ever since, you pursued after him for his heart and for his hand.

then, you came up with a plan. you had it all planned out, like the manipulative person that you were. you were observant, cunning and strategic. but the one thing you could not stop was argenti's habits.

the man was kind and admirable in itself. he admired beauty, and defended his life for the sake of beauty itself. but you loathed how he went around, complimenting everyone (including plants and his beloved aeon), despite the fact there was actual no motive behind his words. you hated it. you hated it, hated it, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. you just wanted to kill everyone. you just wanted to kill argenti. no...there had to be a better method than this.

argenti didn't know that you loathed it. but soon, he would know and learn his lesson and your true colors. throughout time, you became insane. you became possessive, obsessive, and you stalked him after every breath he took and every step he took throughout the cosmos.

"you wished to speak to me, (y/n)?" argenti said, approaching you in his own glory, comical sparkles ensuing about his frame. "why, so late at night? i assumed you would be resting by now. you are a busy individual, after all. i trust that you can't sleep well?"

you shake your head, masking your anger and jealousy with a smile. argenti couldn't read you well, and you were glad you were skilled in donning fake masks for others. "i haven't been sleeping well...and i figured i'd speak to you in private. would you like some tea?"

argenti's gaze softens as he sits, taking the cup of tea that you offered to him, before bringing it up to his lips. jasmine flavored, and unbeknownst to him, you had spiked his drink. you left a dosage of a drug, watching with satisfaction as he drank his poison.

"thank you. you didn't have to prepare this at all. i've been craving for some tea, truth to be told. i'm glad you were able to do this."

"anything for you, really." you say, your smile widening a tad bit.

your words threw him off a bit. anything for him? the man blinked, puzzled by your words, before sheepishly laughing. he thought to himself that you were saying that out of mere friendship. "ah, i'm blessed to have such a reliable companion. you've a beautiful soul," he began, placing the now-empty cup of tea on the saucer, "but, pray tell. what is on your mind?"

that was when the drowsiness began to settle in. and you could see it, as the first yawn had clicked.

"...you, argenti. you've been on my mind." you state honestly, watching as the knight of beauty looked at you with confusion and exhaustion. his eyes laid upon the glass, realizing what was happening.

"...(y/n)...?" he murmured.

you stood up, approaching him, both of your hands cupped at each side of his face. he could see your true colors now, and how...dangerous you were. all this time, you were a wolf hiding in sheep's skin.

"i love you," you whispered, "i love you. i love you so much. i love you. i love everything about you. i want you- and you're mine. mine. mine. mine, you hear? but i can't stand you. i hate how you tell everyone that they're beautiful. that they're gorgeous, that the flowers bloom beneath their feet as they walk through the soils of the planets they come from."

argenti was exhausted, but he knew what was happening. you drugged him successfully, and he couldn't fight back. he was too tired. before he could say anything, he felt his body collapse, his head smushed into your chest as you cradled him. you sigh with admiration, peppering his face with kisses, breathing heavily with incitement.

"...oh, argenti. you've no idea how much i've done for you."

when argenti woke, he woke in a dreamscape...or was it an alternative dimension that you created?

his eyes fluttered open as he raises himself from the bed he was on, looking around. a well furnished room with elegancy painted everywhere. luxurious, and argenti could even say it was beautiful- but he was still affected by the drugs that you gave him. he furrowed his eyebrows, walking around, even reaching for his weapon- but it was gone. he was far too exhausted to even walk that much, or even think. by the aeons, what have you done?

that was when you appeared, your voice booming from the opposite side of the knight.

"oh, you're awake!"

argenti turns his head, looking at you with a surprised look.

"(y/n)...where am i? what are you doing? can you explain to me what's going on?" he asked.

"you're at home, silly." you say innocently, darkness emitting through your gaze as you innocently chuckled to yourself, "don't you know that? i don't need to explain anything to you, my love."

you approached him, gently grazing your fingers across his chin, then to his neck. "you're at home...where you can never leave me. we're in love, and i can't have you go anywhere anymore."

argenti looked at you with shock, unable how to respond. was this... some sort of test? what had happened to you? just moments ago, you and argenti were conversing like it was nothing. just days ago, the two of you were fighting amongst each other's sides. but what happened?

...was this really you?

"...(y/n). you're confusing me. please, let's have a seat, and talk this out."

"the aeons can't save you here. the stupid aeon of beauty you always spout nonsense about can't even save you- and if they tried to, i would kill them. and if you tried to leave me, i would kill your friends."

argenti felt his heart sink into his own chest for a moment. what could he do or possibly say in this situation? this, to argenti, wasn't a beautiful situation at all. just moments ago, you were yourself...right? this wasn't you, right? was this a sting bug creating a false illusion towards him right now?

that was when you inclined upon your toes, giving the knight of beauty a kiss, in which he did not reciprocate in the matter. you smiled innocently before sitting down, setting down a tray of a well-prepared breakfast.

"you've been asleep for awhile, so how about we eat some breakfast together?"

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr argenti #hsr yandere #argenti x reader #honkai star rail argenti

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