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allovertheplace-writing · 25 days

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May I request Akechi and joker making out HC ?

Thank you!

Persona 5

Character(s): Akechi, Joker

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff + Light Spice

Description: Rushed breaths, loving lips and yearning hands - what is it like with them?

Warnings/Notes: gender-neutral reader, kissing + light touching, reader is the same age as the characters

hi! i've been doing rather well! I hope you've been well too <33 thank you, thank you for requesting!

remember to take care of yourself as well! hope you enjoy <3

》 Joker

It's easy to press a kiss to each other's lips and then fall into another. Well, he makes it easy. There's always this look in his eyes, a gleam and an ever so slight squint, as if asking - or perhaps daring - you to give one more. It's like he's leaning in even though he isn't.

He always lifts a hand to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against the corner of your lips just before his meets your own. His lips part when he pulls away and then he comes in again after a short breath.

It's gentle, each one only getting a bit more longer. His lips mould against yours like a firm embrace, encapturing you with a tenderness only he seems to have.

He isn't one to let his hands grasp you - at least at first - rather, he trails them down slowly.

Sliding his hand away from your jaw to run the backs of his fingers along your neck, turning them to just barely wrap them around the side of it. His palm presses against the crook of your neck, slipping to the curve of your shoulder as he parts from your lips with a quiet breath.

Peeking at him with lidded eyes, you can feel the tips of his fingers press into the side of your bicep.

It's sweet and ever so breathtaking.

》 Akechi

Affection from him is always rare with how he opts to remain withdrawn despite any yearnings. Perhaps something about it was admirable. It does take much strength to ignore one's wants and needs after all. Though, every once in a while, he indulges in his feelings beyond just existing with you.

A private place with just him and you, likely his apartment or your own, he'll reach for you. Eyes that usually avoid you meeting your own.

The backs of his fingers brush across your cheek, trailing until he can curl the tips around your ear.

He doesn't dally, easily moving his hand until he can grasp the back of your head. His lips meet yours and there's a sense of restraint. A sense of restraint that grows ever weaker the longer he's near you - the longer he touches you. It's almost endearing to see; to know he does love you the way you love him.

There's little movement from him as he presses lingering pecks and open mouthed kisses to your lips. Fingers curl into your hair as if he's afraid to let go, tangling them almost purposely.

If you touch him back, he falters. Almost as though he never expected you to.

He, ever so hesitantly, lifts his other hand. And, though so very scared, he slides his fingers between yours.

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allovertheplace-writing · 25 days

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Honkai Star Rail

Character(s): Sunday

Genre: None Apply

Type: Drabble

Warnings/Notes: Gender-Neutral Reader(No Pronouns Used), Hints of Paronoia and Unease

i started the penacony quest and the vibe kinda makes me uneasy(penacony and the dreamscape). the family seems very shady and them basically running penacony has me tredding lightly skdjdb

so i decided to write a little blurb :3

Reserved and indifferent.

That would be how you'd describe Sunday upon first meeting him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary - just a way of business and that was all. Everyone needs a boundary when it comes to customers, of course, so it made perfect sense.

Epescially with particular visitors of Penacony.

Yet, as you carried on with your stay and passed him by whilst he did his duty, it felt...strange. He seemed different, somehow. Different in a way that made you uneasy. The way his gaze lingered after a distant exchange of polite smiles and how he appeared more frequently around you seemed intentional. Were you deemed suspicious in some way to The Family or was it more personal...? Either way, it made you anxious. It felt as if you were being surveyed each time you stepped from your room to experience Penacony. Perhaps even in your room too. It never felt like you were alone.

They did say The Family has eyes and ears everywhere.

#♡ - Rosie reblogs #honkai star rail #sunday x reader #writing #hsr #scenarios #x reader #fluff #x gn reader #hcs #x gender neutral reader #drabble #headcanons #drabbles #fanfic #fanfiction #hsr sunday #sunday x gn reader #sunday x gender neutral reader

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allovertheplace-writing · 27 days

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ready, set, aim

story. venti says confessing is simple, as easy as 1 2 3. you just need to ready, aim, fire.

details. venti / reader | 1.8k words | requested by anonymous & beta'ed by mimikyu + ekolu!! | this was reposted bc i accidentally deleted it oops.

extra. author's note + tags + links | ao3

“Confessing to your crush is just like shooting an arrow,” Venti says after swallowing a mouthful of wine. It’s the second year you sought his help in exchange for a few drinks. However, since you’re the only student for his love classes this Windblume, he suggested rendezvousing at Angel’s Share in the evening. You were going to take the tab but he said this was just a session of two friends catching up, and he earned a quick buck from performing so he could afford to pay the bill.

As typical of him, he draws an imaginary bowstring, aims, and fires at you, winking to top off the act.

Your heart is shot—it’s not the first time Venti hits bullseye either. He’s chipped your walls with his arrows—unknowingly or not. From a muted life, you think you hear the birth of a melody in your chest.

Badump.

It only plays for him.

“But I don’t know how to shoot an arrow,” you mutter, playing with your frail and smooth hands under the table. They’ve never held a weapon. Years living on the sidelines meant you’ve done nothing.

Barely had a friend, never stayed past midnight, and you’ve never fallen in love. It was too dangerous, too exciting, too anything.

The first time you sang was when Venti invited you from the crowd in front of the fountain. Your performance was horrible, but his vocals miraculously blended with yours, soothed the crowd and salvaged their mora.

You’ve sought him ever since. Stepping out of your comfort zones never felt unfamiliar with him.

“I’m not saying it literally, silly,” Venti jokes as he tips his head back to finish his wine while yours remains untouched. Alcohol might not be what you need when he causes your world to spin, yet the red liquid gleams as he pours himself another glass, catching your curiosity. “Heard of the phrase ‘ready, aim, fire’? Confessing follows these simple steps.”

A laugh slips from your lips. Not only is his analogy cute, it’s funny he claims they’re simple. To his credit, he is a marksman as he is a bard. These things come easier to him than they do to you.

“You never mentioned these steps in your class last year,” you note, swirling the liquid in your glass, observing its deep translucent red that shifts to purple under different angles. It’s like Venti’s eyes that appear blue against the bright sky when he performs, but in seclusion or moonlight, it glows green.

Right now… it’s green. Undoubtedly. A green that reminds you of spring; of new beginnings.

“It’s a love poem writing class, not a love confession class,” Venti quips. “I would have charged double if that was the case. Speaking of lessons… didn’t I grade your poem you submitted last year? We can start with that.”

You blink.

He smirks as he leans forward. Crap. He’s caught you staring.

Flustered, you grab your glass of wine and gulp it down. Your throat burns. How does Venti appreciate its texture? It does give an excuse for the heat accumulating in your body though, you’d give it that.

“It wasn’t a proper love poem…” Carefully, you set your empty glass down. Venti merrily pours more for you. “I was just practising how to use parallels and metaphors.”

“It was a finely written poem. Maybe you should teach me how to write once in a while, hm?”

“No, no…” you shake your head and swallow the portion he poured—he refills it seconds later. “If I was as good as you, I wouldn’t need to ask for help… again.”

There’s a pause.

“I didn’t know you had trouble writing a poem. You only seemed anxious about delivering it,” Venti says.

You nod. Your hand instinctively reaches for your glass without thought.

“Well, I can’t do both.”

The burning sensation hogs your thoughts from meandering to anything more depressing. Just one more swing of your glass to your lips—your grip tightens, but the glass remains on the table.

“...My poem didn’t feel good enough,” you admit with a sigh. “This is my first time being honest with how I feel.” You press your palm against your forehead. “Plus, I don’t know if he’ll like it. He’s…”

You.

The bard who all of Mondstadt praises. He’s able to command words capable of wrapping people’s eyes with a veil of hope. He’s able to construct tunes that touch someone to the point of tears. Your words, in comparison, will not make a dent to be remembered even if your feelings behind them changed your whole world.

Venti chuckles, tapping on the wooden table. You straighten your back.

“The essence of a poem is the emotions,” he states, voice firm. “Prose is merely wrapping paper. It’s the gift that matters.”

“What if…” you bite your lower lip. “What if the gift isn’t what he wants to receive?” you whisper as if out of breath.

The bar is loud. Hooligans roar and boast of their achievements as laughter bursts from every corner. There’s clanging, banging, and cheering. You barely heard yourself over the wall of noise, which is why you’re surprised Venti reaches for your shaking hands—with a hold so tender—and fosters a smile.

“The only way to know if you’ll hit bullseye is to try.”

He lets go, curious in the wine he barely touched while you’ve at least emptied your’s twice. Embarrassingly, you’re the reason the bottle only has a few sips remaining.

“Are we ready?” Venti asks, practically sparkling. His glass has been emptied and you expected him to drink the bottle clean, but he holds his gaze on you. His smile is dangerously sweet.

“F—for what?” you say.

He gets up from his seat and extends his hand.

“We’re learning how to aim an arrow straight to the heart!”

Ready.

Venti stands at the plaza, strumming his lyre to the crowd of kids. With the setting sun as his backdrop—dashes of pink, purple, and orange—the stage is spectacular. You’re behind the pillar, occasionally peeking past its structure to catch glimpses of the performer who has captivated his audience. Your grip on your letter tightens.

“When it comes to a confession, you have to catch them at the right time,” Venti instructs as he walks along the night streets of Mondstadt. His shoulders bump into yours whenever you sway, the result of alcohol sloshing inside your stomach.

“And what do you mean by ‘the right time’?”

“When your heart is ready.”

“How will I know?”

“You’re asking me?”

“I’m serious, Venti.”

“Pray tell, why do you seek the answer so earnestly?”

“If I don’t, it’ll haunt me.”

“I think you already have your answer.”

Today is the day.

Aim.

The music fades. An applause follows shortly, mixed with high-pitched cheers. You stroke the letter, anxious. When a kid shouts for an encore, you’re unclear if that’s a blessing to have seconds more to think this through or a curse to stretch the anticipation thin.

“Is there a manual? Do I need to have nice scenery?”

“I quite like when the sun is setting,” he says.

You let out a soft gasp. “You do? Are confessions nicer at twilight?”

Venti shrugs. “The liminal space between day and night—romantic, don’t you think? But what’s of greater importance is to have you and the person fully present.”

He stops walking to turn and graces you with his ever-changing coloured eyes.

A blurry figure passes. It’s a mother dragging her child away from the plaza. He whines, using his whole body to resist his mother’s pull, but his mum persists.

Venti should be smelling the surrounding flowers or counting his cash—most importantly, he’ll be alone. If you’re not quick, you’ll miss this moment.

You set your sight on the banks of the statue of Barbatos.

It’s empty.

“Greetings,” a voice says.

You bump into the pillar and groan in pain. The person grabs your shoulders, preventing you from stumbling backwards.

You turn and are caught in blue eyes that shine like stars against the darkening sky.

“Venti! You gave me a fright!”

“Sorry,” he giggles before checking you for wounds. His touches leave you in a trance, and a gentle gale strokes your face, its comfort like a hammer crashing the pile of worries you had. The rising moon spotlights him. Maybe it is the trick of moonlight, but the ends of his teal braids glimmer.

“What’s this?” Venti asks. “Is that a letter?”

You place your hands behind your back, pressing yourself against the pillar.

“Nothing,” you utter.

He places his hands on his hips, unconvinced, and questions again, “Then why are you hiding it?”

“It’s not important.”

He raises an eyebrow, a playful grin stretches across his face. “Not of importance? More reason for me to take a look, don’t you think?”

“Well…” You bite the insides of your cheeks. This was not the plan. You want to burn this letter and bury its ashes so as not a single speck gets found—

“I’m just playing,” he laughs. Your chest lightens, relief the letter isn’t a point of focus anymore. However, edges of his lips pull up, mischief in his eyes. You swallow. “The real question is why are you hiding behind the pillar?”

“I’m not hiding!”

“Then why not join the crowd when I perform? I was heartbroken to see my number 1 fan being so shy… unless… you wanted me all to yourself?”

Your cheeks burn.

“I knew this wouldn’t work.” You stare at the ground, lifting yourself to your toes, preparing to sprint. “I’m sorry, I should—”

Venti grounds you by pressing your shoulders.

“Calm down. I have no clue what’s going on.”

It’s your turn to be in disbelief.

“Really,” he pats you and that soft breeze returns. “So… why are you behind this pillar?”

A shiver runs down your spine. It’s not from the wind or the stone pillar. It’s from the way his eyes glint, like a pirate towards his treasure.

You bite your lips and swallow.

“And when that person gives his full attention…” Venti comments, his sentence hanging in the air.

There is only one thing left, and you both know what it is.

Fire.

“I like you.”

After sleepless nights, you found a suitable rhyme. The poem in your hands encapsulated everything you wanted to say unwillingly compressed into 5 stanzas, stitched and glued with emotions, yet nothing could beat these simple words.

(Simple. It rings in your head according to the way Venti said it at the bar.)

You think you see the night sky twinkling in his irises.

His smile grows into a smirk as he leans forward. He tilts his head, and as you stare into the window to his soul, you can’t deny the way his gaze falls to your lips.

Your heart thumps widely—badump, badump, badump, badump.

There it is. The tune your body learnt to hum whenever you’re within his influence. It reaches a crescendo when you close the gap between you and him. Your heart plays a melody you never want to end.

When he pulls away, he whispers into your ear.

“Bullseye.”

#♡ - Rosie reblogs #this is really cute dkcndkd #genshin x reader #venti x reader

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allovertheplace-writing · 1 month

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just finished my first day at my new job :>

#♡ - Rosie speaks #i like it all very much #people are nice and the work is easy and interesting #if i stay ill be a lot less active #so a small heads up!#have a good day or evening everyone!!#<333

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allovertheplace-writing · 1 month

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Honkai Star Rail

Character(s): Sunday

Genre: None Apply

Type: Drabble

Warnings/Notes: Gender-Neutral Reader(No Pronouns Used), Hints of Paronoia and Unease

i started the penacony quest and the vibe kinda makes me uneasy(penacony and the dreamscape). the family seems very shady and them basically running penacony has me tredding lightly skdjdb

so i decided to write a little blurb :3

Reserved and indifferent.

Epescially with particular visitors of Penacony.

They did say The Family has eyes and ears everywhere.

#♡ - Rosie writes!#sunday x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #writing #fluff #scenarios #x reader #hcs #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #headcanons #drabble #drabbles #fanfic #fanfiction #hsr sunday #sunday x gn reader #sunday x gender neutral reader

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allovertheplace-writing · 1 month

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updated my Fandoms + Characters!

i now write for more characters from HSR, Genshin Impact, and Stardew Valley

#♡ - Rosie speaks #small update since ive done more story and got more characters!#requests are open <3 #x reader

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 months

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Hello ! How have you been doing lately ? Pls always remember to take care of yourself and the your health is always important!!

May I request Akechi and joker making out HC ?

Thank you!

Persona 5

Character(s): Akechi, Joker

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff + Light Spice

Description: Rushed breaths, loving lips and yearning hands - what is it like with them?

Warnings/Notes: gender-neutral reader, kissing + light touching, reader is the same age as the characters

hi! i've been doing rather well! I hope you've been well too <33 thank you, thank you for requesting!

remember to take care of yourself as well! hope you enjoy <3

》 Joker

It's gentle, each one only getting a bit more longer. His lips mould against yours like a firm embrace, encapturing you with a tenderness only he seems to have.

He isn't one to let his hands grasp you - at least at first - rather, he trails them down slowly.

Peeking at him with lidded eyes, you can feel the tips of his fingers press into the side of your bicep.

It's sweet and ever so breathtaking.

》 Akechi

A private place with just him and you, likely his apartment or your own, he'll reach for you. Eyes that usually avoid you meeting your own.

The backs of his fingers brush across your cheek, trailing until he can curl the tips around your ear.

There's little movement from him as he presses lingering pecks and open mouthed kisses to your lips. Fingers curl into your hair as if he's afraid to let go, tangling them almost purposely.

If you touch him back, he falters. Almost as though he never expected you to.

He, ever so hesitantly, lifts his other hand. And, though so very scared, he slides his fingers between yours.

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 months

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GOT CALLED BACK YAAHOOO

FINALLY GOT AN INTERVIEW

DLXNSKSL HELL YEAH

#♡ - Rosie speaks #FRICK YEAH

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 months

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Hello ! How have you been doing lately ? Pls always remember to take care of yourself and the your health is always important!!

May I request Akechi and joker making out HC ?

Thank you!

Persona 5

Character(s): Akechi, Joker

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff + Light Spice

Description: Rushed breaths, loving lips and yearning hands - what is it like with them?

Warnings/Notes: gender-neutral reader, kissing + light touching, reader is the same age as the characters

hi! i've been doing rather well! I hope you've been well too <33 thank you, thank you for requesting!

remember to take care of yourself as well! hope you enjoy <3

》 Joker

It's gentle, each one only getting a bit more longer. His lips mould against yours like a firm embrace, encapturing you with a tenderness only he seems to have.

He isn't one to let his hands grasp you - at least at first - rather, he trails them down slowly.

Peeking at him with lidded eyes, you can feel the tips of his fingers press into the side of your bicep.

It's sweet and ever so breathtaking.

》 Akechi

A private place with just him and you, likely his apartment or your own, he'll reach for you. Eyes that usually avoid you meeting your own.

The backs of his fingers brush across your cheek, trailing until he can curl the tips around your ear.

There's little movement from him as he presses lingering pecks and open mouthed kisses to your lips. Fingers curl into your hair as if he's afraid to let go, tangling them almost purposely.

If you touch him back, he falters. Almost as though he never expected you to.

He, ever so hesitantly, lifts his other hand. And, though so very scared, he slides his fingers between yours.

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 months

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FINALLY GOT AN INTERVIEW

DLXNSKSL HELL YEAH

#♡ - Rosie speaks #ive been trying to get a job this past year #ohmygod #please hire me i need a job #i go tomorrow for it dkxbsk #im so yippe rn

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 months

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playing stardew with ridgeside installed-

im hoping to write for some of the characters soon :3

#♡ - Rosie speaks #loving everything so far and im very excited to experience what the mod has to offer >:D #ive played with ridgeside before but my game kept breaking during the egg fesitval #hoping it wont happen again #but no matter what- i plan on playing it e x t e n s i v e l y #oh yeah ive also been playing totk #im enjoying it a lot so far but it makes sense since i loved botw dkdndl #the underground area btw??? end me? its so scary TT

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 months

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Hello ! How have you been doing lately ? Pls always remember to take care of yourself and the your health is always important!!

May I request Akechi and joker making out HC ?

Thank you!

Persona 5

Character(s): Akechi, Joker

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff + Light Spice

Description: Rushed breaths, loving lips and yearning hands - what is it like with them?

Warnings/Notes: gender-neutral reader, kissing + light touching, reader is the same age as the characters

hi! i've been doing rather well! I hope you've been well too <33 thank you, thank you for requesting!

remember to take care of yourself as well! hope you enjoy <3

》 Joker

It's gentle, each one only getting a bit more longer. His lips mould against yours like a firm embrace, encapturing you with a tenderness only he seems to have.

He isn't one to let his hands grasp you - at least at first - rather, he trails them down slowly.

Peeking at him with lidded eyes, you can feel the tips of his fingers press into the side of your bicep.

It's sweet and ever so breathtaking.

》 Akechi

A private place with just him and you, likely his apartment or your own, he'll reach for you. Eyes that usually avoid you meeting your own.

The backs of his fingers brush across your cheek, trailing until he can curl the tips around your ear.

There's little movement from him as he presses lingering pecks and open mouthed kisses to your lips. Fingers curl into your hair as if he's afraid to let go, tangling them almost purposely.

If you touch him back, he falters. Almost as though he never expected you to.

He, ever so hesitantly, lifts his other hand. And, though so very scared, he slides his fingers between yours.

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