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wolfiesmoon · 5 months

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When you wear their clothes

genshin men x gn!reader

characters featured: xiao, neuvillette, wriothesley, zhongli and itto

i've been dreaming about genshin a lot lately idk this game has possesed me or smth so i feel like i'm required to write this? Also DAMN im rusty with genshin characters so i apologise profusely for any ooc-ness

(also wrio's is kinda suggestive!!)

XIAO is confused. Why on earth are you wearing his clothes? He isn't opposed to it specifically, but doesn't understand the appeal or the reason why you do it. "My clothes don't fit you properly. What's the point?" he asks, completely straight faced. You smile. "It reminds me of you when you're not with me!" He just scoffs and says he doesn't get your strange habits before moving on with his day. Somehow though, the image of you in his clothes won't leave his mind for the rest of the day. "Dammit..." he mumbles under his breath, barely audible when nobody's around. Don't bring up his pink cheeks in the evening when he comes back to see you, he will not elaborate.

Similarly, NEUVILLETTE is also confused. This must be another human thing that he isn't familiar with. What does wearing their lover's clothes mean to humans? "Oh, I just missed you... your clothes remind me of you, you know?" You explained when he questioned you on the matter. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense. Do you want more items related to myself for when I am absent?" He asks. While you do want to know what items he would bring you, you turn him down. "I like your shirts the most, because they smell like you and feel like your hugs." He doesn't know why exactly, but he has the urge to kiss you all of a sudden.

WRIOTHESLEY feels distracted when he sees you in his clothes from time to time. He gets busy a lot, so the moments he gets to spend with you feel extra special. But, what is he to do when you look so positively yummy in his shirt? "Hey, mind taking my shirt off? It's... sort of distracting." he admits, taking a sip of his tea. "But, wouldn't it be even more distracting if I took it off now?" you asked, feigning an innocent look. He almost spit out his tea. "I did not mean it like that...! Surely you're just teasing me." You just smiled mischeviously in response, taking a sip out of your own cup. "That's what I thought. I know that look."

ZHONGLI thinks you look odd in his clothes. Odd, but not bad by any means. You actually look quite endearing. "I'll make sure to commit this to memory." he says calmly, sitting down next to you on the bed. "You say that every time you're with me." you poke his shoulder gently, smiling up at him. "That's because everything about you is worth remembering, I suppose." Still, he thinks this specific memory is one he will treasure for a long, long time. "Oh my..." you felt heat rushing to your cheeks at his words, hugging his arm. Actually, he changed his mind, you're positively adorable in his clothes.

You're basically asking to get attacked with a flurry of kisses if you wear ITTO'S clothes in front of him. That's like, a show of affection! That you're totally his and no one else's! And that also means it's a cause for celebration! "Agh, Itto- Stop!" you try and fail to push his face away. "Hehehe..." he gives you a bright smile and places a big ol' kiss on your lips. "You should wear my clothes more often!!!" he felt proud of himself, puffing out his chest. "Ummm, whatever you say..." you're kind of worried that if you do that, your face will never escape his lips.

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wheeboo · 10 months

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seventeen acting clingy around their s/o

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, headcanons WARNINGS. terms of endearment, mentions of kissing WORD COUNT. 1.04k

requested by anon: hi hi i’m a fairly new follower n i jus saw that ur reqs are open !! i hope im not too late ^^; but anyway, how would svt act whenever they feel clingy and needy towards their s/o? hehe ty and i lov u 🫶

notes: hehe i hope this is good!

choi seungcheol

his eyes and pout are literally following whatever direction you walk. waits on the bed with his hoodie on while you are cruising in and out of the room to grab something or put your laundry away. is slowly melting into the bed waiting for you to notice him and when you FINALLY walk back in the room asking to use his charger, he’ll be pulling you into his arms just muttering “stay with me, pleaseeee. I’ve missed you,” in your ears n you just gotta give in because he misses you sm

yoon jeonghan

always has some type of limb on you. you both can be sitting on the couch together and he keeps glancing at you while you’re watching the tv. trails a hand onto yours or grabs it so he could play with your fingers in his lap. really wants to cuddle but he won’t ever admit that cuz he’s a freakin tease ofc. you look at him grazing his finger against your palm, and then he gets all soft seeing you and opens his arms, just wanting you to hold you and you prob both end up falling asleep on the couch together

joshua hong

backhugs!!! backhugs!!!! anytime i think of joshua i just think of backhugs for some reason lmao. he loves backhugging you in general but gets extra clingy after having not seen you for a while. maybe you’re cooking and he comes up behind and wraps his arms around you, or doing your skincare and he hugs you while admiring your bare face in the mirror, whispering a lil “I’ve missed you, sweetheart~”

wen junhui

tries to make you smile and laugh by saying these cringey and cute pick-up lines like “can I borrow a cuddle? I promise I’ll give it back” and even makes himself cringe. you just roll your eyes to his nonsense but end up cuddling with him anyway. makes you be the big spoon because he just loves the feeling of your arms around him. you can prob catch the smile forming to his face despite half the pillow covering it

kwon soonyoung

um you’re not escaping him. whenever he feels clingy or needy he’s (gently, well he tries to be) tackling you to the bed or couch because he misses you like the world is ending and never fails to remind you of that. like he’s literally locking all of his limbs around you like a pretzel lmfao i’m sorry. constantly telling you how much he misses you, peppering kisses to whatever sort of skin is available to him. yeah he’s not letting go of you

jeon wonwoo

never the type to appear being clingy (mainly in private tho), usually waiting for you to do the first move instead of him. but maybe he’s particularly touch-starved after a long day and when he joins you in bed and you aren’t asleep yet, you feel his arms practically scoop you up into his embrace, surprising you. you’d ask if everything was okay, and he just mumbles something along the lines of, “yeah, just want to hold you” before nuzzling his face in your neck

lee jihoon

literally laying right next to you on the bed just contemplating his entire life’s worth of decisions if he could just simply ASK to cuddle you. gets red at the thought of it because you both normally don’t cuddle alot. turns on his side to be able to face you, and whenever he gets the courage, he asks quietly, “do you want to cuddle...?” and you peer at him surprised, before replying, “you know you don’t have to ask permission”

xu minghao

is unusually quiet, but this type of quietness along with him staring at you with those tired eyes- yeah, he really wants to cuddle you or just be near you. just wants to wrap his arms around you with his head on top of yours or on your shoulder, kinda falling asleep but also trying to pay attention to whatever book you’re reading or scrolling on your phone. at some point you both fall asleep together

kim mingyu

is already clingy asf around you, like backhugs, neck kisses, picking you up off the ground randomly you name it. is it possible for someone to become more puppy than a puppy? gets all whiny whenever you playfully reject his affection, but best believe you won’t get far from the bed before he’s pulling you back into his arms, not satisfied until he’s basically encased you like a burrito

lee seokmin

oh he brightens up like the damn sun. he’s already clingy but in more smaller gestures like wanting to hold your hand all the time, playing with your hair, cupping your cheeks in his hands and telling you how cute you are. if he’s feeling needy and been waiting to be in your arms the entire day, he would def be the type to might initiate a lil tickle fight for the promise of cuddles later on and who will become the big/little spoon

boo seungkwan

becomes your certified baby literally. taps and pokes at your arms, plays with your ears, grabbing your hands and twiddling with your fingers. he’s doing that all with a pout to his face cuz he thinks it’s a bit ridiculous to straight up ask for cuddles. becomes so giddy whenever you pat the bed/couch for him to come closer, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder

vernon chwe

is also quiet about it. the type to rest his head in your lap upon coming home from a tired day, slowly turning into an unacknowledged cuddling session on the bed where you both are like doing your own thing while also having your arms or legs wrapped around each other. honestly this type of stuff doesn’t really need words from the both of you, it kinda just happens naturally

lee chan

kinda just throws himself onto you. not in an aggressive way, but he spots you on the couch or bed and lets himself fall into your arms like a trust fall except you don’t fully catch him cuz he ends up on top of you with you falling with him. becomes your own personal blanket in a way as he mutters about his day and complains about how much the members bullied him throughout practice into your neck and how much he missed you

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stylesparker · 1 year

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put some love on me

PAIRING: Ellie Williams x Fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: bestfriend!ellie, self deprecating thoughts (but not really), touch starved reader who needs to get her shit together, some actual fluff for once

*not my gif

You wish you weren’t such a fucking coward.

All you want to do is just ask somebody for a hug. Just a hug. That’s it. You don’t have a clue why it’s so fucking hard.

Dina’s the only one who’s gotten you to talk about it. You were really feeling it one day—that craving feeling in your chest that makes you want to run up to somebody and take all the touch from them you can get. You were so embarrassed she even noticed. You still don’t know how, but Dina always says she has her ways.

Nothing she said really fixed much. Just that a lack of touch leads to a craving of more—something like that. She gave you a hug after that talk but it felt so awkward, like she had only done it because she knew you needed it, not that she had wanted to do it herself. You left pretty quickly after that.

But now, standing outside Ellie’s door, you’re getting that feeling again. It always creeps up at the worst moments when you’re not expecting it; usually you just go home and suffer in your bed, alone. It passes eventually, but it sucks. It’s like torture, knowing you want it, need it, but you don’t have the guts to go out and ask for it. Because you know anyone of your friends would gladly be of service, but it just makes you feel like a burden.

Which is why you want to run and hide when Ellie opens up the door. Because for some reason, her face just brings back that hunger you have for it. The look she always has that’s so soft and welcoming (something you haven’t noticed that’s just for you), and the way her arms tightly hold the person she’s hugging close to her chest always makes your head go a bit fuzzy.

Her mouth curves up into a soft grin, “Hey, babe, c’mon in.”

Not the babe. God no NOT the time.

You swear you’re gonna lose it before you even walk in the door. You hate when she calls you babe; or any term of endearment for that matter. Only because you love it, and you hate that you love it. It’s not helping the situation at hand by any means.

You try and hide your grimace when her hand falls to your lower back when she leads you inside. Despite the amount of times you’ve been in her room, you still look around each time as if it’s only the first. You notice she’s added an extra poster on the wall since you’ve been here last, and her eyes follow you around the room as you take it in.

She smiles when you start thumbing through her comics, humming to yourself when you see something you like. She walks back over to her bed where she was practicing a tune on her guitar before you got there.

“What were you playing,” you ask softly, “ya’ know, before I interrupted.”

Ellie rolls her eyes playfully, “Shut up, I literally asked you to come over here.”

She hears you whisper a quiet whatever as you go across the room and sit on her couch. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion when you sit down and curl into yourself. Usually when she gets you to come around you’re right by her side, she doesn’t know why that’s not the case today.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm?” Your head pops up, looking at her with a soft look on your face. You seem so… out of it.

“C’mere.” She waves you over, but you don’t budge.

You shrug and try to play it off, “I’m quite comfortable here, thank you.”

You realize she’s not having it one bit as she gets up and practically marches over to you, leaning her body down to pick you up swiftly into her arms.

“Oh my god- Ellie!” You find yourself giggling into her shoulder as you smack her, but it has no real evil intent behind it. And she knows that too.

“What! You weren’t gonna come over yourself, so I did it for you!”

She throws you onto her bed, and you instantly feel the lack of warmth her hands brought when they were gripping you. It was like someone handed you a cookie, and just as you were about to eat it, they tore it away. It was so quick, you wished you’d reveled in it a bit more before she let go of you.

You scooted up to the top of her bed to lean against her headboard as she sat at the end and picked up her guitar again. Your eyes dance across her skin as you observe the small freckles and the way her hands flex when she handles the guitar. You try to wane off the feeling; forget what it felt like to be skin to skin, forget the relief that was served to you when her fingers dug into your flesh.

You didn’t notice the catch in your breath as you started thinking about it, or the way your hands started to fiddle with themselves in your lap, but she did. Ellie observed you just as you did to her, and she wished she’d seen it when you walked in.

The softness. The desperation.

You obviously need something, but she doesn’t know what.

Your nails are digging into the palms of your hands when you feel that familiar warmth return to your skin. You meet her eyes and she’s gently touching your leg.

She’s touching you. You instantly feel horrible when you move your leg away. You want to take it back immediately when her eyes fill with hurt.

“What’s up with you, huh?” Ellie’s voice fills the air and it makes you perk up.

“What?” You reply distantly. She sighs. She sets down her guitar and shuffles closer to you.

“I said, what’s up with you? Why you being weird?”

You laugh awkwardly, “Me? Being weird? I’m not being weird, how am I being weird?” Your question makes her laugh.

“I don’t know, you just…” she shrugs, “you’re not being you.”

You nod, pulling your legs up to hug them, “Okay, how am I usually.”

“Well for one, you don’t usually run away from me,” she laughs, but you can hear the discomfort in her voice.

You can’t help but frown. Her hurt makes you feel so stupid. Why couldn’t you have just acted normal, and she wouldn’t be questioning you right now. Why couldn’t you-

“Y/N.”

She’s closer. Her hands on your hands. You didn’t realize you covered your face until she peeled them away from your eyes. You try not to let out a squeak when you say huh in question.

“Please tell me what’s going on with you, how can I help?” Her head tilts and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. How do you tell your best friend that it would probably save your life if she held you so tight and never let go? How do you tell her that’s all you will ever need, but it’s something you’ve never let yourself have?

She gets it as soon as your eyes drop down to her hand. The way you suddenly look so desperate but ready to tear away from her at the same time. You can’t find it in yourself to ask, it’s too embarrassing. But it’s really not, you know that, but it feels like it. Once she gives you that look, that I get it now look, you know you’re done for.

“Honey, look at me.” Her finger nudges your chin up so you look at her, but it just makes you all the more shy. She grins, “Would you like a hug?”

You groan, letting your head fall back against the headboard. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you!” Her smile says otherwise.

“Yes you are! And no, I don’t.” Your refusal has her raising her eyebrows at you. She knows your stubborn, but she didn’t think it would be this hard to get a confession out of you.

“Oh really?” She tsks, “I think you’re lying to me.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“I don’t give a shit-”

Ellie almost scares you when she darts forward and pulls you into her, pulling you into the hug she asked for anyway. A “wha-” is halfway out your mouth when her hands fold across your back and your head gets shoved into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She squeezes a little tighter, puffing soft breaths into your own shoulder, trying to get you to calm down.

“Can you relax for me? Jeez.” Your eyes are shut tight and you’re not even holding her back. She pulls you back and your eyes are closed, which makes her grunt in annoyance. “Open your eyes, love.” You’re breathing is sort of heavy, but you’re doing everything you can to relax. It’s so nice. The pressure of the hug, the weight of her body, it’s everything you need. But there’s that voice in the back of your head saying you don’t deserve it.

Your voice is shaky when you say, “I’m sorry.” You shake your head, and you don’t know what you’re doing when you try to pull away but you want to lean against her.

“Hey, don’t go anywhere,” her hand comes up to the back of your head and holds you there, “why are you sorry?” You shake your head. “Why are you sorry?” She demands again.

You open your eyes and she notices they’re sort of teary. “I’m sorry for making you feel bad.”

Ellie sighs at that, “Baby, I’m okay. You didn’t.”

“I did though.”

She pulls your head up and places her hands on both sides of your face. Her touch is so overwhelming. You take another shaky breath and her forehead falls against yours.

“It’s okay, baby.” Her thumbs stroke your cheeks and suddenly, all you need is more.

Just more of everything she’s giving you. She doesn’t seem burdened and she doesn’t seem upset, so you let yourself lean into her embrace. You whine when she pulls away, but she places a kiss to your brow and it makes you absolutely melt.

She holds you so close, one hand scratches the back of your neck while the other travels down the side of your body to hold you in place on her lap. She tugs you a bit closer which makes you fall even more into her. A noise of content escapes you when her fingers scratch the top of your head, and it makes her chuckle to herself.

“You are so worked up, is this all you needed?” She questions.

You groan, burrowing your head further into her neck, breathing in and out deeply so you don’t ruin this moment. She lets you sink into her, let’s you wrap your arms around her waist, all the while you’re slowly letting her patch up the broken pieces of your heart, one by one.

“Yeah.” You mumble quietly.

You slump, almost like you’re going to sleep, and she revels in it. Loves the fact that she is the one doing this for you, she is the one that can take the ache away. It makes her sad knowing it probably took you so long to say something because you thought you didn’t deserve it, and she knows, because this used to be her.

“Atta’ girl.” She kisses the side of your head.

Finally, you’re relaxing. She maneuvers the both of you so she’s sitting back against the headboard and your head is against her chest. Her hands rub up and down your back, and she doesn’t tease when you move every now and then, since you’re still getting used to the constant touching.

The ache starts to go away, but there’s that lingering sense of want that doesn’t leave you. Your hands grip the sides of her shirt, grabbing her attention away from her comic book.

“You good, baby?”

“Don’t call me baby.” You blush.

Now this she’ll tease you about.

She smirks, “why not, sweetheart? You don’t like it?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Aww, you know you like it.” Your head pulls up to look at her, and all she can think is you have the cutest glare out of anybody she knows.

“What did I say.”

“Shut the fuck up and accept my love you bastard.”

Your face flushes red, and you know it. You go back down without a retort and she knows she’s got you where she wants.

“Thanks, Els.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

She says it with a smile.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou

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dat1angel · 1 year

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DP x DC

So we've all seen aus where Danny gets adopted by the Batfam because, let's be honest, he's a textbook case of a Bruce Wayne adoptee. But what if we took that, just slightly to the left? Instead of Batman adopting Danny, the Batkids do. Now, the reason why Danny is in Gotham can be whatever you want(I'm partial to reveal gone wrong or an accident happens so he leaves as to not become Dan) but one by one and completely coincidentally(or so they think, maybe Gotham helps push them together) Danny befriends each of the Batkids.

He meets Tim at a coffee shop(maybe he works there) and they bond over the insane amount of caffeine they like in their coffee.

He meets Daimian at some vegan place that Sam would just love if she were there and tho Damian refuses to say it there's something he finds endearing about this street kid who seems to have no clue who Damian is but smiles at him regardless and engages in some surprisingly pleasant conversation about places that serve vegan food or vegan options.

He and Duke have a class together in school and he meets Barbara while studying at the library. Or maybe Duke invites Danny to join a study group and that's how he meets Babs and maybe Cass and Steph too.

Maybe he meets Dick as Nightwing and they bond over their love of puns.

Jason can be met as either a civilian or as Red Hood, but the second they get within a certain range of each other, they get this feeling tugging them towards each other. Some 'I don't know why but I need to go this way' type feels. Jason calls it instincts, Danny can tell this feeling is coming directly from his core. They literally run into each other and immediately get this overwhelming feeling of 'same same like me'.

He ends up growing close with them all individually so when they eventually realize that 'hey, this new friend we've all been talking about is the same dude', well of course they have to keep him. So they all work together to sneak him into the manor(read: kidnap) and get him set up in one of the many unused rooms. And the fact the Bruce was off on a business trip when they did it made it wonders easier, they would definitively have got caught if he was around.

So now Danny is a stow away in this mansion that all his new friends apparently live in and he just kinda goes along with it cuz 'hey, they're nice and he gets somewhere to sleep rent free and the food is to die(again) for'. And yeah, they're the kids of the best detective in the world, they're gonna be good at hiding their tracks(they have to be or they would never get away with anything) but Alfred knows everything that goes on in the manor. He takes one look at this child and just accepts it. He allows the children to believe they are deceiving him but helps them out subtly by accidentally making extra food at meal times.

And if sometimes they want to hang out with Danny in the house they do his clothes and hair like whichever kid he resembles the most and so long as he doesn't talk nobody can tell the difference.

And maybe when Bruce comes back from his trip he figures it out immediately but he doesn't say anything because like hell he's gonna turn away a child in need. Instead he just silently fills out the adoption papers so he's ready when the kids eventually decide to reveal Danny's presence to him.

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bandgie · 7 months

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My Pretty Baby

idol!Bangchan x sexworker!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

a/n: final part hehe, sorry if it's not spicy, I really wanted to focus on emotional stuff or whatever

synopsis: Running into 'Koala' outside of work was not on your bucket list for your mini-vacation. The interaction, however, makes emotions you thought you've locked away for good come out. Maybe, with him, you're willing to take a chance.

warnings: MDNI 18+, there really won't be much smut but there'll be mentions of it, suggestive content, kinda angsty with happy ending

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Four days.

You only had four days of relaxation before you went back to work. It's not that you hated your job, quite the contrary. You just liked being your own person. Living in your own flesh without having to worry if your client was also okay with your body.

So you stood in line at a Starbucks waiting for your turn. You were rehearsing your order in your head, repeating the phrase a grande strawberry açaí please, when you felt a pair of eyes searing your skin.

Hesitantly, you look behind you towards the entrance of the cafe to see him staring at you. It took a while for you to recognize him. He was dressed in all black, a beanie and mask covering nearly all his features save for the eyes. You could, however, see the brown curls that peeked through.

This normally wouldn't have bothered you, but the familiarity in his eyes made you feel exposed. More naked than you have in your entire life. The way his pupils expand at the sight of you, how you swear you can see his breath catch in his throat. You confirmed it was Koala when he began walking to you, ignoring the way the people in line shot him dirty glares.

"Shit," you cursed. You whisked the other way around and started on your heels.

You were heading for the exit, ignoring how you could hear his heavy footsteps follow behind you. Koala's identity is further verified when he bumps into customers. His urgent, accented sorry's and excuse me's ringing in your ears.

It's not as though you've never seen your clients outside of work. Despite you working in a big city, it was bound to happen. There was just something about seeing him that you didn't like. Koala is sweet, caring, slightly insecure in a way that makes you want to comfort him.

He's never told you directly, but you can feel it. You can feel it in the way he fucks you. How his shaky, yet soft hands caress your body. The way his eyes light up when you praise him when he hits that spot so good. He lives to hear compliments, to hear that he's worthy of such endearing words from you.

You loved the power trip it gave you. How Koala hung off every word you said. How you could either save or break him from mere sentences. That's what it was at first, power. Control you thought you lost from all the people you had to please for an extra buck. With Koala, you didn't need to act submissive, you didn't need to be anyone but yourself.

He still wanted you.

That knowledge made you ache for him in more ways than physical. His company, his laugh, his kindness. You craved it. Working in the field you did had people forget that you were more than an object of pleasure. Forgetting that you were human entirely. It's why you also hung onto his words. You were also giving Koala that same power you held over him.

That scared you.

It's the very reason why you've been avoiding him. When the bartender would tell you of Koala's arrival, you would shoo him away. Coming up with excuses that you're busy, you didn't feel good, you were leaving early.

When you did let Koala see you, it was brief. You've gotten used to his body, and he yours. You knew what he liked, what made him cum all over himself. It didn't matter if you only let him use your hands, your thighs, Koala was willing to use anything you gave him.

He lost himself in the feeling of pleasure, the feeling of you. He didn't care if his cock was rubbed raw, oh so sensitive to the touch. He would pay extra just to spend more time with you. He would whine, whimper from how you stroked him, but he wouldn't ask you to stop.

That meant the time with you was over, and God knows when he'd see you again. If you'd let him that is.

You reasoned it's why he was shouting for you even when you made your way out of that cursed coffee shop. People turned and raised eyebrows, but you ignored them all. You can ignore Koala, all you have to do is go to your car and-

"Nyx!"

The way your heart fell to your stomach made you stop in your tracks. Your abrupt halt made Koala stumble right into you, his broad chest smacking into your back.

He was apologizing, but you paid no mind to it. Instead, you spun around and gripped Koala by his shirt. His eyes widened as you forced him down to your height, seething.

"Don't," your voice was reprimanding. You could feel your face heat up from the anger that boiled in you. "Don't ever call me that name outside of my work. Fuck is wrong with you?"

Koala nods at you, stumbling and stuttering with apologies. "I'm s-sorry. Really I wasn't thinking! I was just trying to get to you and I didn't know how to-"

"Yeah you weren't thinking." You let go of his shirt take a deep breath. He looks remorseful, anxious. He couldn't stop playing with the hem of his shirt, the material bundling in his fingers. Pity quickly started to take over the anger, and you raised your hands to smooth out the crumpled wrinkles you left on the top of his shirt.

"Why were you trying to get to me?" You ask after a few beats of silence. Your question makes him look away shyly, his breaths shorten and quicken.

"I really don't know how to say it..." He trails off.

His head lift up to the sky, and you mimic this actions. The clouds have turned a pretty pink from the sunset. There's slight breeze in the air that makes you shiver. As if the beautiful sight gives him courage, Koala pushes on.

"That's a lie. I do know how to say it. I...I can't stop thinking about you. I don't think you've left my mind since we first met. Going to that type of...place really isn't my thing. I honestly didn't even wanna go, I was just desperate. I wasn't happy, I haven't been happy for a while now."

He takes a deep breath. You can see the tears in his eyes, it makes you want to reach out and comfort him. Tell him he'll be okay, that everything will be fine. Still, you keep your hands glued to your sides, waiting for him to compose himself before he continues.

"I mean, I am happy. I love my job, I love my friends, my family. I just hate having no one to share that happiness with, no one to come and hold me. No one to tell me that hard times will pass. No one to lean on."

You shift on your feet, anxiousness eating at you. You should tell him to stop, that it's enough. Where he's going, there's no going back. Client or not, feelings with or without, you shouldn't let him go on.

So why does hearing him speak make you so warm?

"It was temporary. It was supposed to be temporary. Pay some money, get a good night, forget the next morning. But I couldn't. I can't. I like how you hold me. I like how you make me feel relaxed. I like when we talk. You ask me about my day, and I actually want to talk about it."

"And don't tell me that's part of your job."

You quickly snap your mouth shut at Koala's words, a blush finding your cheeks. He must know you well if he knew that's exactly what you going to say. It's true though, getting personal is what gets the customers coming back.

Not with him though. That couldn't have been further from the truth.

"I've asked the bartender about you, and he said-"

"Wait you asked about me?" You interrupt him. Your arms cross against your chest. He looks at you sheepishly, a deer-in-headlights look before he nods.

"Kinda sorta, yeah. Nothing weird though! I was curious about you. I am curious about you. He said you were acting different since I came. He said you were also turning me down a lot. That you must like me a whole bunch to be turning down the money."

Next time you go into work, you'll make sure to give Oliver a piece of your mind.

"So you'll go off what a bartender says about me, about you, rather than me myself?" You try to make yourself sound assertive, but your voice is rather shaky.

"Well, that's why I'm here talking to you no?"

You go silent again, looking down to the ground. Your shoes have never looked more interesting. They really need a wash.

"Listen," he speaks gently. "I don't know how you feel, if you feel anything. But Nyx I-"

"See! There you go again!" You don't hide your wobbly voice this time. He, and everyone else in this near-empty parking lot, can hear the nervousness in your voice.

Vulnerability.

"You keep saying Nyx. I'm not Nyx! You don't know me! For fucks sake, all I call you is Koala. You like how I do this and you like how I do that, but you don't like me. You can't when you don't know who I am. You think you like me, but you like the image I am. You like my persona, you like her. Nyx is not me, I am not Nyx. It's an illusion, it's not real. None of this is."

Your chest heaves with emotion. The air you need to breathe seems to escape you.

"Why are you crying then?"

"What?" You touch your face to feet hot streams, your lips tasting the saltiness of them. You sniff and try to use your sleeve to wipe your tears away, but Koala cradles your face in his hands.

"If this isn't real, why are you crying?" His thumbs stroke your tears, an intimate gesture. He looks at you pained, as if seeing you cry breaks his heart.

"You're right. I don't know who you are, I don't know your name. There's nothing about your interests that I actually know about."

Your face falls for a moment, but Koala guides your head back up to his eyes.

"But I know how you make me feel. I know that I want to be around you all the time. No matter what you call yourself, what you are, who you are, I want to be with you. I don't care how we started, or where this goes. Right now, the only thing I care about is you."

You're sobbing now, trying to regain control of your breathing. You both must look insane. You're crying your eyes out in the middle of a parking lot as the moon begins to shine. Even then, Koala looks at you as if you're the most purest thing on this planet.

"Fuck. I'm so tired of calling you Koala. I feel like a fucken idiot." You both giggle at the sudden confession.

"So who are you? What's your name?" You question. He moves his hands away from you timidly. Immediately, your face gets cold from his lack of warmth. He uses those same hands to peel away his disguise, his beanie and mask coming off.

There's a pink hue in his chubby cheeks, shy look in his eyes when he shows you his bare face. His brown eyes stick out against his pale skin, his plump lips twitching in anticipation. Without thinking, you brush the mess of hair away from his face, further exposing him.

"Pretty," You hum.

He blushes at your compliment, his ears turning red.

"You do look familiar though. I swear I've seen you on TV. Singer right?"

He nods. "Yeah. I have a lot of names. Bangchan, Channie, Christopher, Chris."

He grabs your hands and brings them up to his face, his full lips brush against your knuckles. You start wondering how you went so long without kissing him, without knowing what his lips looked liked.

There's no guarantee to what happens after this. There's no way you can go back to work knowing how he feels about you, how you feel about him. It's scary, not knowing what the future holds.

But you're with him, and maybe that's all that matters.

"I think I'll call you my pretty baby. If that's alright."

a/n: and that concludes this mini series of Chris. the last part took a lot of thinking. I didn't know how I wanted it to play out, what scenes I wanted to add. I just wanted this to end on an emotional connection, so I felt like adding smut wasn't really necessary in this instance. feedback is muuuchhh appreciated, I'm not that good at tugging heart strings lmao

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mrsnancywheeler · 1 month

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having an angsty morning (there's some nsfw implications at the end), but like being in a place where you're feeling like you need some extra love and attention, but at the same time finnick odair being in a place where he's being consumed by his thoughts, easily distracted, quiet, and just paying attention to his thoughts. and then you're kind of spiraling because your brain is freaking out that you're not getting what you need.

"finnick...finnick. finnick!"

"sorry. what's going on?" you're snapping him out of whatever daze he was in just long enough to talk to him.

"I was just saying I went shopping earlier, got some new shoes, and dresses, and swimsuits."

and he's not closed off, he hasn't shut down, but he's not being the eager to love on finnick that you need today. "I'm sure you'll look gorgeous, sweetheart." and there's a pang because you want him to ask to see them, for him to have you try them on like he would on other days, but you don't want to ask for it.

so you just nod, "yeah." smile strained.

later he's saying he's tired, "I'm gonna take a nap, wake me up if I'm not down in an hour."

"I'll just come with you, could use a nap too." In all reality you just want an excuse to cuddle, you'll happily lie awake while he rests if his arms are wrapped around yours.

"honey, you're not tired at all. don't want you to throw off your sleep schedule and then you can't sleep later." he's right and you hate it, especially that he's still caring and loving when missing what you're really wanting.

"yeah, you're right. have a good nap, Finn" he's smiling softly, kissing you quickly, and you hate that right now your brain is aching for more. you ache to be consumed by his presence. ache to be perceived by him.

after dinner, you're finally cuddled up watching a movie, but you just want to talk to him, to laugh with him. maybe the movie's great, but you have no idea because all you want is his focus to be away from it. which usually isn't hard to do, most movies he'll spend time staring at you, make jokes, but now he's completely occupied. it feels terrible to want his undivided attention this bad, but you're persisting.

"you know-" he's cutting you off with his finger on your lips.

he's smiling softly, playing with your hair, "shhh, let's just watch the movie, sweetheart."

it feels perfectly reasonable but now you're wondering if he really just fucking shushed you. usually you wouldn't mind, but you feel so desperate to be pampered and so confused on why it just happens to be the one day he's not already at that level. you feel ridiculous, but it hurts regardless. so you land on just trying to give yourself some extra love and attention is he won't, it won't be the same, but some self-care could be what you need.

you're off the couch as quick as you can be and ignoring finnick's curious look, at first he just assumed you're going to get a snack or to the bathroom and will be back. but you decide to just take a few deep breaths, start your skincare routine, paint your nails, maybe run a bath after, just try to relax, you don't know why you're getting so tense and anxious to be loved on.

and you're halfway done painting your toes when there's a knock on the bathroom door. "you can come in"

and finnick's slowly opening the door, taking a deep breath, "I know I should have just paused the movie and not shushed you, sweetheart. I'm sorry, you wanna come back downstairs now?"

how does he miss the point so completely? how can him trying be so endearing yet so frustrating? "thank you, finnick. I just don't feel like watching a movie right now."

"bring a book down or something, paint your nails down there."

"I don't want to."

he's scoffing, "I'm just trying to spend some time with you right now-"

you're standing up, jamming the lid to the nail polish on, "if you're gonna get mad at me then leave me alone, i didn't ask for your apology, and I didn't ask you to come in here!"

"you stormed off in the middle of a movie, was I not supposed to check on you?"

"now you want to check up on me? see what I need?" you're not being fair, you know that, but you don't care.

"what does that even mean?" and you can't stop yourself from crying. everything is too much. he's acting like something's dawned on him, but still misses the mark. "you must be exhausted, sweetheart, god, I'm so dense. I should never have told you no to taking a nap with me earlier, I just wanted to be alone for a while, but you really needed some rest. I'm sorry for getting upset with you, let's go to sleep."

"I'm not fucking tired, finnick! oh my god, just, you don't get it!"

he's taking deep breaths, "what don't I get, sweetheart?"

suddenly you're feeling too embarrassed to even say it, "nothing."

"nothing? nice try, c'mon talk to me, I care about you and want you to feel better." he's grabbing your hand, a shoulder, trying to rub them and remind you to breathe and then open up.

"you've just been ignoring me." you're basically whispering it.

*ignoring you? no, I haven't, we've spent time together."

"see, you don't get it."

his eyebrows are furrowing like he's trying to understand, "you need to tell me, to use your words, I know you can."

you're rolling your eyes, whining in frustration and one stern look from him is shutting that down as quickly as you can. "we've spent time together, but you're not paying attention to me." when he gets it he's laughing and you're pulling away, frowning, " don't laugh at me! nevermind, it's stupid forget about it."

"it's not stupid, sweet girl. but you're throwing a temper tantrum about me not paying attention to you instead of telling me. all this when you could've just asked."

"usually you already do it!"

his eyes soften, "I know, I'm sorry. sit down, let me finish painting your toes and when we're done, I'll run you a bath, read you a book, sound good, pretty girl?"

and you're already smiling, "yes, thank you. 'm sorry"

he's shaking his head with a smile, "don't worry about it, it's my fault. I've drilled in the expectation and then didn't follow through, my poor baby-"

and you can't help the things that does to you, "don't call me that."

and in faux innocence with his puppy dog eyes he asking, "why not?"

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you

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faebaex · 1 year

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author note: woohoo assignments are finished so i can write again! also my first Riddle fic! i found his character quite endearing recently, i don't know why. i wanted to pair him with a more carefree, chaotic reader who'll help loosen him up since his overblot. so have some Riddle who still takes himself a little too seriously, who also doesn't understand his feelings (*≧ω≦*) i think its cute!

characters: Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

"Off with your head!!"

The familiar sound of clanging metal resounded through the air before you felt a heavy weight settle around your neck. You ran a finger along the cool metal lock as your Housewarden glared at you, cheeks red with anger.

A small laugh bubbled from your chest before you gave Riddle a huge, glee filled grin. "Thanks, Housewarden! I've always liked how the collar goes with my uniform!" With that, you spun on your heel and walked off with a skip in your step, leaving Riddle sputtering behind you.

"Y-y/n get back here! I expect a 3000 word apology essay and--"

Your good natured laugh was the only response he received, sending his face redder and redder.

Ever since his overblot incident, Riddle had been trying his best to change his ways. He tried his best to not react so violently when rules were broken, to keep cool headed when things sprung out from his control. To his credit, he had been doing quite well. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but he was able to overlook small rule breaks, and was getting better at approaching slightly more serious rule breaking offences with more composure. But there was one exception.

You.

Riddle believed you had some uncanny ability to get under his skin. At one point he even theorised that it was your unique magic. All Riddle knew was that every time he saw your carefree smile, his cheeks would flush and his stomach would twist and turn into knots.

He chalked it up to anxiety you caused him with your antics. Yes, that must be it. That was the reason that his palms would sweat every time you approached him, why his throat would tighten every time you gave him an excuse for your behaviour, why his cheeks would suddenly heat up every time he saw your cute, little smile--

Riddle startled as that rogue thought popped in his head, feeling blood rush to his cheeks at the subconscious omission. He shook his head fiercely, as if that would chase away his illicit thought. Where did that come from? Whatever, it mattered not. He was your Housewarden, and as a student of his dorm he would bring you into order.

It had been a week since he had collared you and tasked you with an apology essay, yet he had not received it. Clearly you intended to continue your unruly behaviour, and he would nip this in the bud before your actions encouraged your impressionable freshmen friends.

It did not take Riddle long to track you down. He found you in the Heartslabyul lounge, sitting on the floor with papers fanned out around you. Riddle cringed at the sight, even if you weren't breaking one of the Queen of Hearts' rules, you were certainly breaking basic dorm rules of keeping areas clean and tidy.

"Y/N."

You looked over your shoulder, a smile blooming across your face at the sight of your Housewarden standing over you. You dropped the papers in your hand, swiveling on the tile so your back was no longer to him. "Hello Housewarden! How are you today?"

"Ahem. You owe me an apology essay, Y/N. Why haven't I received it yet? May I also remind you that such mess is not permitted in the lounge area." Despite his cold response, your smile didn't shift and you reached behind you blindly, grabbing hold of the papers you were previously holding.

"Oh! I was just sorting all of my homework into order by deadline. Because I haven't been able to use magic in class, I've been assigned extra homework so I don't fall behind..." you explained, having the decency to look a bit sheepish before your smile suddenly turned a tad cheeky, "since you didn't give me an official deadline, it hasn't been a priority. Sorry!"

Riddle's previous severe expression morphed into shock. You had actually attended classes, even with the handicap of the collar? He had half assumed you'd follow Ace's lead and skip your classes in hopes of getting your collar off quicker some other way.

"See, I didn't forget!" Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you waved a piece of A4 paper, which indeed was titled "apology essay to Riddle". Riddle's eyes slid past your face to the papers in your hands, and the further papers scattered around you.

"... I'm impressed you still endeavored to attend classes," You beamed a smile at him and his cheeks flushed, "h-however, I am not willing to wait much longer for you essay. In consideration of your circumstances..." Riddle paused, his traitorous cheeks flushing further as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "I-i will give you one more week. By the end of that weekend, I expect your essay in my hands."

If your smile was bright before, it was absolutely dazzling now. Riddle cleared his throat and started to step backwards, planning his retreat before his thoughts betrayed him again and he risked embarrassing himself. "Of course, I trust you will manage your time effectively to ensure all homework is completed on time."

"Thank you, Housewarden! And don't worry, that's what caffeine is for!"

Riddle's step faltered and he felt affronted, quickly whipping his head around to scold you, "Do not forget that rule 153 states that only herbal tea may be drank in the evenings!" Your carefree giggle floated through the air and you sent a wink his way, and Riddle felt his ears burn. How did you manage to make him feel this way with such simple gestures? It was maddening. He quickly stormed out of the lounge before he embarrassed himself any further.

You had been working through most of the nights since your conversation with Riddle in the lounge, trying to get through your mounds of homework. Ace mocked you and Deuce sympathised, but you didn't mind so much. Sure, you didn't have any free time and you were barely getting any sleep, but you'd rather not deal with a detention from Trein, or worse - Crewel.

You had decided to set your workspace up in the library today, knowing you'd be able to get through a fair bit of your work as Ace wouldn't follow you in here, and Deuce had club activities. But there was one thing you didn't expect...

With the library being so warm, and so quiet, you weren't expecting to get so comfortable. You were fighting against your drooping eyes, constantly having to restart the line you were reading when you realised you hadn't been paying attention at all.

... Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if you took a nap. Just a little nap. Like, five minutes... Before you had even finished fully convincing yourself, you had already pushed your book back and rested your head on your arm. Yeah... You'll just rest your eyes for five minutes...

As you slept peacefully, way over the five minutes you had allotted yourself, you were completely oblivious to the person who stopped beside you and the sigh that fell from their lips. Your exhaustion played its part, as you didn't wake at the soft sound of shuffling, and didn't even twitch as a school blazer was gently laid over your sleeping form, simply cuddling into its warmth, much to the fluster of the one who laid it upon you...

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x y/n #twst x reader

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nhasablogg · 6 months

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Better than Shakespeare

Fandom: If We Were Villains

Characters: Oliver, James

Summary: James crawls into Oliver's bed when he can't sleep.

A/N: My first IWWV fic! I love this book. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send prompts!

Words: 664

James would get into Oliver’s bed sometimes. As a whirlwind of snowflakes outside the window would leave the lake glistening in the early morning light, Oliver could hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps over the wooden floor, the boards creaking just before James shifted his weight from them to the mattress. Oliver would sometimes play around with the idea of not scooting over, leaving James to make the decision for them both. But he always scooted over, even when he kept his eyes closed, not certain if he was pretending to be sleeping or not, or if James wanted him to or not.

“You awake?”

Oliver hummed, eyes remaining shut although he could feel James moving next to him. “Sorta.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Is that why you do this?”

Oliver didn’t specify, but James understood. Maybe, had it been daylight, he would see the rare blush dust over his friend’s cheeks, but whatever James thought of his question his only answer consisted of pressing his forehead to Oliver’s shoulder without a word but the sound of him groaning, the sound almost nonexistent.

“I’m so tired,” he said a moment later, when neither of them had spoken. “But I can’t get myself to relax.”

“Want me to tickle your back?”

“Yes. Please.”

Oliver finally opened his eyes, not that it mattered much, and they both shifted around so that he could reach James’ back easily, fingertips ghosting over his spine. They didn’t do this often - maybe James was too embarrassed to ask for it too frequently, and Oliver too afraid of how much he wanted him to ask - but they’d done it enough times that Oliver knew exactly what to do. What spots made him shiver. What spot was too ticklish. What spot would have him fall asleep within minutes and what spot would force him to remain awake due to how good it felt. Oliver felt selfish that night. Oliver didn’t want him to fall asleep.

“Higher.”

“Oh, he has demands.” But he did as he was told, grinning when James laughed sheepishly. He trailed over the nape of his neck, swiping over the spot he knew to be extra sensitive just to feel him squirm and pretend as if nothing had happened. If he would do it enough times James would ask him to switch spots without explaining why, as if Oliver had no clue. It was endearing.

“Have you thought about the auditions?”

“Please. No talk of school. Not right now.” Oliver didn’t miss the anxiety in James’ voice and so he slipped his hand into his hair to try to scratch it away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just stressed.”

“You have no reason to be,” Oliver didn’t tell him, knowing it wouldn’t have helped. Instead he kept petting him, going from place to place in an order that made sense to only him, leaving James melting under his touch. His eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could see him now, sprawled out beside him on his stomach with his head turned in his direction, eyes blinking as if fighting off sleep. Meeting Oliver’s, looking away.

“Hey.” A tap to his cheek. “Are you more relaxed now?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

James sighed, eyes slipping shut. “You’re the best damn thing about this school, Oliver.”

He felt as if he would choke on his next breath. “Even better than Shakespeare?”

“Much better than Shakespeare.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Mm, you should be.” James wasn’t opening his eyes again, his voice low, breathing slowing down. Oliver wondered how he would react if he quickly scribbled over the spot on his back ribs that always made him jump now that he had his guard down, but ultimately decided not to be an asshole when James trusted him so.

He did it the next morning instead, when James wasn’t letting him get out of bed to use the restroom, earning an indignant groan and a giggle he would think about for the rest of the day.

#tickling #ticklish!james #if we were villains #iwwv #oliver x james #tickle fic #n writes #better than shakespeare

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wooahaes · 7 months

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just so autumn-y... you know?

pairing: non-idol!mark lee x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship au

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: vague food mentions, nothing specific. usage of “dude” but its not meant to imply gender (i firmly believe mark would call literally anyone dude/bro as a term of endearment lol).

daisy's notes: hehe surprise :) men i am so delulu in love with fr actually

As simple and silly as it was to say, Mark liked going on dates with you at this time of year. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like going out with you any other time (“What? Nah, dude, I love going out with you! Just something about the autumn air… It’s so autumn-y, y’know?” had been his response when you asked), but he liked the atmosphere here the most. There was a reason it was his favorite season, and spending days of it with his favorite person just made it better. And, no, it wasn’t just because the two of you had matching sweaters and scarves and all the cute things that marked the two of you as a pair… Although that definitely did help now that he was with you.

Mark liked waiting for you. That one might be weirder to say, but it was true: he liked going to wherever the two of you were meeting up extra early for a few reasons. The first was the autumn air (it really, really was autumn-y, okay?), where it was kind-of cold but he could still savor the warmth of the sun as he waited for you. The second? Autumn leaves. Easy. The world was colorful, and he liked to admire it for what it was. The third (that made Mark realize these were not in order of importance or anything) had been you. He’d been late to things in the past, sure, but showing up early always guaranteed him that he’d get to see your cute face whenever you found him. The shiny look in your eyes when you made your way toward him, so genuinely happy to see him again? It’d give him whatever strength he was lacking, that was certain. He’d just find a cozy bench underneath the trees, and wait for you to come up while he scrolled through social media (or, sometimes, he’d write poetry that he’d share with you because he knew how much you adored it). And that was all he’d do: he’d just sit there, waiting for you, and watching.

He liked tangling his fingers with your own when you came up to him, always asking him about his day. He’d talk, watching the steps you took to ensure you would step on the crackly leaves that he’d heard skittering across the pavement earlier. He’d smile a little more over it, too, and hold your hand a little tighter before asking you about your day.

“It’s been okay,” you usually said, “better now, though.”

You knew he’d always giggle a little, face scrunching up a little with pure joy because he knew what you meant by now. You’d said it outright enough that he always brightened your days, like your own little golden ray of sunshine. It felt like it’d always fluster him at least a little: you said it so casually, like it was merely another fact about your day that you chose to share with him. He liked that about you: you’d always been up front with how you felt about him… past the circumstances of the two of you getting together. Donghyuck and the others still teased him (and you: you were not immune in the slightest) over how it finally happened with that dumb “if I make this shot, you gotta go out with me,” that ended in both of you missing the shot.

Maybe it was silly, but something about that night just cemented something within his heart. You were his soulmate. You had to be, right? He wasn’t sure where he stood on soulmates sometimes, but he knew you had to be one of his if nothing else. He’d bought food for the two of you that night and admired you a little too much in his opinion (although he’d always admire you on dates, to be fair), and that had been your ‘day one’ of dating. There was just something about both of you missing a silly basketball shot and laughing your asses off that made Mark think you were it for him, though. Maybe one day he’d put in words. And then he’d put it in a poem, just to see that smile again.

You veered away from him a little, purposefully stepping on another crunchy leaf, and he just tightened his grip on your hand to pull you back in. With a giggle, you’d bumped into him, and he’d immediately steadied you.

“God, you’re so cute,” he said, eyes shining with pure joy over every little thing that made you you. “I really love you, y’know?”

And, oh, that smile warmed his chest. “I know,” you said, leaning in to steal a quick peck. “I love you, too, you dork.”Your dork. But you already knew that.

taglist: @twancingyunhao

#wooahaes.fic #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #nct 127 imagine #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagine #mark lee fluff #wooahaes.fall23

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epictacobird · 1 year

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Demon slayer! MC working at the Mostro Lounge

Ok ok so Octavinelle's part of my demon slayer MC series is coming out soon and I have so many ideas that I can't fit in there bc I don't want my favoritism for Azul to show that badly so this is a thing.

Content: Azul pining over demon slayer!MC

No gendered pronouns are used for mc, only "you"

Warnings: Azul being oblivious to himself, angst if you squint and look away

Demon slayer! MC who enjoys working a little too much

At first, Azul figured you were just happy to finally be making money outside of Crowley’s shitty allowance. I mean, no one can be that genuinely excited to wait tables and wash dishes.

Except for you that is.

He wasn’t complaining, not at all, it was just a little unusual. You never complained about any work he assigned you, unlike a certain eel. You were even just as efficient at scaring away rowdy customers.

Truthfully, the reason why you liked working there was because you were so busy. It made you feel more normal, as if you really left behind your life as a slayer. Or maybe working just let you not think about it in the first place. Either way, Azul clearly appreciated the extra labor. Just as Grim appreciated the pricier tuna.

One day he caught you singing to yourself while you were washing dishes.

Hushabye baby bunny on the hill…

Tell me why your eyes are very red…

Because when my mother was expecting me she dined on red berries from a tree…

And that is why my eyes are so very red…

It was a simple lullaby, and yet you held such a genuine smile while singing. It must’ve been from your home. Were you feeling homesick? Is that why you’ve taken so many shifts lately?

He wanted to ask about it but reasoned against it. You always kept him at an arms length after his overblot. He didn’t want to make it worse by suddenly asking you such a personal question.

Maybe later then….

Demon slayer! Mc who is enamoured by the large aquariums all around them.

You tried so hard not to let your giddiness show when you first stepped foot in the lounge with Jack. Imagine! Tanks as large as these embedded to the walls with tons of colorful sea-life and fish, you never thought you'd see anything like it.

Tbh you were actually a little grateful for the whole situation, | mean, you got to go underwater and see the sea life outside of those tanks. Ace and Deuce were a little worried about how side tracked you suddenly got when y’all were down there lol.

So when you got a job at the Mostro Lounge and were now able to stare at those tanks all day you could barely hide your excitement.

Azul took notice of this quickly, you never let it distract you from work but it was a little endearing how you were so fascinated by the aquariums. Platonically, that is.

One day he caught you staring at one of the aquariums while you were cleaning tables after closing. There was a look on your face of innocent wonder, very different from the normally gloomy cloud that hung over your eyes.

From the angle he was at he couldn't tell what you were staring at. Whatever it was it held your attention in a vice grip, I mean you didn't even notice him as he walked closer. Or when he cleared his throat...or when he called your name... you're not ignoring him are you?

Azul called your name one more time and he finally caught your attention. You whipped your head around, "Oh! Sorry Azul I didn't notice you. Did you need something?"

Azul sighed, “Not in particular, I was just wondering what had your attention. It's not like you to stare off in the middle of work."

You smiled sheepishly, rubbing the nape of your neck as you answered, “Well, I was actually looking at this one little guy in the tank. You see I don't have stuff like this back in my world so it's all kind of new to me." You laughed, “It probably sounds a little stupid to you, being a merman and all."

Azul shook his head, “Not at all, which fish were you looking at?”

He expected you to point out on of the colorful fish around you. After all, their large fins and the way they effortlessly swam through the clear water was pleasing to the eye. He would never admit it, but he was a little upset. It was rare the insecurities from his past came up nowadays but you were different for a reason he couldn’t explain. He wanted to impress you, and if you were attracted to the fins that he could never have then what would he do then? Maybe he was thinking too much…

You smiled, and pointed to a small creature sitting at the bottom of the tank. It was perfectly camouflaged amount the sand and rocks. His heart did a flip, out of surprise or something else he couldn’t tell. He was just grateful you weren’t looking at him in that moment.

“That’s an octopus, I didn’t actually know we had one of them in here.” Floyd must have put it in, Azul thought bitterly.

“Wait, seriously? That’s what they look like?”

Azul cringed a little inwardly, preparing for the worst.

“That’s so cool! I never thought they looked like that. I mean, I’ve eaten them before but I’ve never seen one alive. I thought they were red!”

The look on your face was comparable to a kid getting candy you were so happy. You were enamored by the octopus the entire time? The little sea dweller stuck at the bottom while the other fish sore high above you?

God, why did he feel like this? Heat pooled in his cheeks as he watched the smile on your face grow wider.

He wished he could make you this happy everyday…

He adjusted his glasses unnecessarily and looked away, “All octopi have the ability to camouflage to their surroundings. Only a few species are red naturally.”

Suddenly he was caught in a whirlwind of your excited questions. He forgot how behind your world was in terms of science and research. There was probably no way for you to actually study any of this before now. Either way he was happy to answer all of them. He reasoned that this was the best way he could finally build actual trust. That was important for a good work environment between employer and employee after all…

Demon slayer!MC who once saved Azul from falling flat on the floor (although he can’t tell if he would’ve rather you let him fall)

He doesn’t know how it happened, sure he wasn’t the most graceful walking around when he first got legs but he couldn’t have seriously tripped on air!

He just was walking down the stairs to check if everything was running smoothly. Maybe he was distracted by the way you smiled at the customers as you took their orders, or the way you winked at him as you walked past. Either way he felt his stomach drop when his foot missed the next step. He slid backwards and braced himself-

Except it never came, rather than the edge of the stairs his head hit the comfort of your arms. were you always this strong?

He didn’t get to dwell on it for long though. He felt the uncomfortable stares and whispers a little too much for his liking. He quickly pushed himself out of you arms and adjusted himself.

“Are you alright Azul? You look a little red, you’re not sick are you?”

“No! No, I’m fine. Thank you.” He spoke quickly, desperately trying to avoid your eyes.

You frowned, but took his excuse with a sympathetic smile, “Alright, if you say so. Don’t work too hard alright? You could’ve gotten hurt.” With that you walked off to the kitchen, leaving him to deal with the customers who were suddenly very interested in the whole event.

What he would give to crawl into an octopot right now to hide away his fast beating heart…

*****

“Ehhh, Shrimpy you should just kiss him already.”

“Floyd! It’s not like that!”

“It was a stunning performance Prefect. I’m sure Azul appreciated it.”

“Jade! Not you too..” You sighed as you collected the orders for your table, “Azul could’ve gotten hurt so I helped him. That’s all.”

The twins laughed to themselves, keeping their sadistic grins plastered on their faces as you sighed.

Azul did look pretty cute all surprised like that though…

The twins gave you their signature eerie smile. There really was no convincing them. You just shook your head in defeat, smiling a little to yourself as you watched Azul talk to another customer. At least he’s alright…

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x mc #fanfic #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #azul ashengrotto #twst crossover demon slayer #demon slayer mc #demon slayer x twst #azul x mc #azul x reader #azul x demon slayer mc #Azul x demon slayer Yuu

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qwertycake · 9 months

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more qpr fluffy squishy platonic writing prompts! wahoo!! part two!!! :)

Same disclaimer applies as my first post - these are aro- and ace-spec centric, may only work for shortform fiction, and feel free to tweak them to be less specific/more specific to specific characters.

Specific is a weird word lol

Anyways…

“We both get caught out in the rain and wait out the weather under the same shelter, and either we’re meeting for the first time or we have a nice excuse to hang out together” AU

“You annotate a book for me and I annotate it right back for you, and we keep passing the book back and forth until its a mess of affectionate scribbles that we keep on the coffee table” AU

"It's hot outside and you love the heat but I hate it and you're being stupidly nice and sweet to me while I'm a grouchy mess" AU

"I can teach you how to play this instrument if you stop DISTRACTING ME by looking so ENDEARING AND INFATUATED" AU

"Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes" AU

"We're both too tired to take care of ourselves because of sickness/work/school/whatever but we immediately find the energy to take care of one another via making tea and grabbing blankets" AU

"We trade clothes for Halloween and do terrible impersonations of one another" AU

"We have a bunch of unfinished craft projects between the two of us and decide to just... finish them all in one day... 24 itty-bitty hours... oh boy..." AU

"We recreate a terrible low-budget movie together" AU

"On Valentine's Day, we decide to make a bunch of garlic bread and cake, and buy each other flowers in the colours of our respective aro-/ace-spec flags... and then the day after, we buy all the chocolate that's finally gone on sale" AU

“I teach you how to do make-up because for one reason or another you’re unfamiliar with it” AU

“Fake dating and having dramatic break ups over silly things in public for shits and giggles” AU

“So, the world might have just ended… so guess who has two thumbs and a bunker that desperately could use a roommate?” AU

“We’re made to play seven minutes in heaven at a party and after a few awkward minutes of silence we both decide to just order a pizza or something while we wait out the seven minutes” AU

“Hey, you can dance, and I can’t, teach me— no, I don’t care that I’ve got two left feet, teach me!” AU

“We’re both artists, maybe of different skill levels, and we decide to draw/paint/make art of each other” AU

“I’m a night owl and you’re more of a day person, so whenever we stop texting because you have to go to bed, I’m stuck laying awake thinking about you Please Enjoy Waking Up To A Bunch Of Messages” AU

“I’m a day person and you’re more of a night owl but I struggle to fall asleep because I’m stuck thinking about how lucky I am to be your friend Hey I Think I Could Stay Up For An Extra Ten Minutes” AU

“We’re both nervous about going to the gym alone so we try going together… but neither of us have the guts to get out of the car so we just go for a walk or something instead” AU

“You’re super into sports and exercise and I’m just getting into it but you hype me up so I’m less nervous about getting started” AU

“I bake a whole bunch, you cook big meals… at the same time of day - our kitchen is chaos” AU

“It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re hanging out at a party and everyone’s speculating that we’re gonna have our New Year’s Kiss together but the New Year comes and we just do a weird handshake” AU

“Non-Fatal Hanahaki Disease AU where we’re some of the few people who don’t experience it because we’re content with whatever non-romantic thing we have together… but we both have hay fever and are very annoyed by the constant barrage of flower petals around us and have to tell our friends to Please Stop Crushing On The Random Barista At Starbucks It’s The Third Time This Week You Are KILLING US” AU

“We’re both alien test subjects who’ve never met before and have to try and plan our escape - bonus points if the aliens are specifically testing for something like amatonormative like All Humans Fall In Love and we’re the black swans of the research since they apparently abducted Only Romantic Allosexuals Aside From Us Somehow” AU

“It’s midnight and you show up on my doorstep unannounced after a long while of us drifting apart, what on earth happened?” AU

“We’re both capable of granting wishes - you’re the monkey’s paw and I’m the guy who’s stuck remedying all the messed up things you have happen to people What Is Wrong With You” AU

And finally…

“I’m laying on the couch at a party drunk/high/exhausted/whatever and you’re looking after me, having only met me that night - I proceed to ramble about how embarrassed I’ll be when I’m older and think back to how I made a fool of myself in front of someone I wanted to be friends with really badly… but luckily for me, you’re flattered that I think you’re super cool” AU

#certified qwertycake moment #writing prompt #writing #au #otp prompt #imagine your otp #platonic otp prompt #brotp #aromantic #asexual #aroace #arospec #aspec #acespec #ace #qpr #qpp

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catastrophe-cole · 2 years

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Calling Them By Their Name

Summary: It's obvious that you love to use nickname and terms of endearment when you addresses your significant other. But what would happen if you mess with them and call them by their name instead after using loving nickname for so long?

Genre: Romantic sfw // Very fluffy I'm getting diabetes

Character(s): Xisumavoid, GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135, Tangotek (separate)

Author's Note: I don't have any extra message please fall into this hole with me I promise it'll be worth it.

//Xisumavoid

Xisuma is quite observant, so he'll notice immediately, but subtly, when you call him name.

It makes him a bit.. Uncertain. But he's sure you didn't actually mean anything about it and it's probably just him overthinking stuff.

But if you persist about pulling this prank and keep calling him that without using a pet name not even once, then he's growing anxious.

Xisuma memorizes all of his activities down to bedrock. At least, he likes to believe that he keeps track of what he did and didn't do correctly.

So if he did something wrong he must've definitely known.

He would actually seem casual about confronting you, albeit he's sweating underneath his suit about the whole thing, he's the type of man who wants to get to the bottom of something as quickly as possible if he could.

"Love, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Honestly the way he word it makes it sounds like you're the one in trouble.

But no! He'd actually take a seat with you, take off his helmet and his gloves, before grabbing your hand gently and looking you straight in the eyes.

You'd be dead then and there because of how handsome he is when he's absolutely serious, his eyes slightly glossy when his eyebrows are knitted together just enough to make him look stern with his intent yet so soft with his gaze.

"Have I.. Done something to upset you? Or perhaps something had happened that made you upset?"

Now you feel bad because his voice falls into a small whisper.

Before he can go further into his guesses, you smiled and lightly cupped his cheek with similar tenderness as his hold on your hand.

He actually leaned into your hold, his eyes still hold that glossiness from earlier as he let you take your time with your answer.

" 'suma.. it was just a prank."

And he just stared at you.

"Oh bloody��"

You can't help but burst a laugh at his reaction. He didn't even let you go as he just plopped his head on your chest, burying himself to you while holding your waist tightly.

Laughing, you ran a hand through his hair as he mumbled things to your chest.

He's absolutely embarrassed.

He gets worked up for nothing!

And you're getting the laugh out of this!

Kiss him as an apology then he'd probably forgive you for it.

Please just reassure him, he overthink this a lot earlier and it's not good for his heart so just compensate with all the affectionate nickname you can give him even if it's silly <3

//GoodTimesWithScar

Scar notices immediately.

And he also acted on it immediately.

Something's wrong? Is it him? Has someone bothered you? Whatever the reason may be, he's quick to act on it.

"My sweet, beautiful darling. Sweeter than any elven cookie and more gorgeous than any flowers blooming-! Fall into my secure, strong arms you shall!"

Wherever you're heading to before, consider that plan cancelled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

He'd use one of his hands to grab yours, and the other to hold onto your waist.

He would do his best to make you laugh! Or at the very least, smile at his silly singing and humming.

Between words he'd sneak kisses to your face. Your lips, your cheek, your nose, wherever that makes your heart flutter full of love.

And when he feels that he's done, he would of course, finish it with a kiss to your knuckles.

With one of his hands still securely wrapped around your waist, he'd look at you with that same smile he always does with his forehead leaning on yours, noses brushing against each other softly.

"Hi, gorgeous."

"Hello handsome."

You'd slipped by accident! You can't help him! He's so.. Charming!

He's outwitted your outwit, don't even try again.

Hell you didn't even get to explain that it was a prank because he never technically confronted you about it in detail and just.. Sweep you off of your feet!

But if you do want him to sweep you off of your feet, doing this might work.

But if you do manage to tell him that it was a prank; he'd pout at you.

How could you? You purposely play with his heart?? By denying him of his rightfully right affectionate nickname?

"Mean. Mean! Evil. You know that is what you are, my dear. Absolutely cruel— How could you do that to a man! Now pay for your crime!"

Paying for your crime as in now give him all your attention for the next few days.

He will not let go™ until you kiss him because he will not initiate the kiss. Or he will not initiate any kiss at all for the time he still feels betrayed by you.

BUT what he will do is get into your face very very close so that you can see every detail in his eyes.

He will just let you suffer back by hovering his lips over yours but never kissing you.

Go apologize to him and make up for it with many kisses and cuddles.

Then he may give you back your kisses rights.

He can't stay mad long at you after all.

//Cubfan135

Genuinely will not notice.

Actually he will definitely notice, but he legit won't do anything about it.

He knows you're very affectionate with words, especially the nicknames you're giving him.

If you're the type who made ridiculous amounts of sweet names for him, he'd probably keep a small note in his pocket about all the creative silly names you've given him, just so he can use one of them back to you when he found you being silly.

So he clearly knows how you and nicknames work.

But it doesn't occur to him that you switching to only calling him by his name would be something he should be suspicious about.

"Hey Cub! I'm going to Hypno for a bit to get more honey, I'll be back in the evening."

"Alright, take care and stay safe. Careful of hitting the bees."

And with a kiss on your cheek he'd go back to whatever he was doing.

You'd think he won't notice! Or care at all about your prank!

It gets to the point you're purposely calling him by his name because you're low-key upset about it.

Scar definitely was the one who pointed it out to him.

"Hey Cub? Is.. Is your partner upset with youuu or.. Did you do something wrong oorrr..?"

"Uh no, I don't believe so. Why?"

Scar told him about how you rarely call him your Sweet Pie anymore, and he really went "? So?"

A five minutes talk and he finally realizes that what you did may be an indicator that something's up.

For someone so smart he certainly can be stupid -as he thinks to himself.

Now that he's somewhat aware he might have done something to upset you, he carefully crafted a plan to fix the issue.

That plan includes a trip to a new, massive and beautiful flower field biome that he had found, with a picnic and pies made by your only beloved Cub.

Food can fix anything after all, right?

He'd go slow, actually. Starting off by asking you about your day, your ongoing project, etc etc, he'd listen closely.

Cub is someone who pays a lot of attention to details so during the time you're answering his questions, he'd pay attention to anything that might've upset you.

Coming close to the end of the picnic, with the final dessert, he'd finally ask you.

"Darling, is there anything that's been.. Bothering you? Did something happened?"

Cue your surprised Pikachu face.

Cub is not quite expressive with his face and action, but with the way he just slowly hold your hand and squeezing it while looking at you just kind of melts something in your heart.

Well at least now he notices!

You just kindly shook your head with a laugh before kissing his cheek and explaining the whole initial prank to him.

He was about to heave a sigh of relief before you explained how you genuinely got a bit upset that it took him this long to realize the change.

He tries to explain to you about his cluelessness though!

Didn't help with his situation at all but at least now you got an explanation.

He promised he'd do anything for you to make up for it. Builds, redstone contraption, doing dishes— anything.

Well you got your anything, you better believe him when he said he'd do anything:)

//TangoTek

Just like the other three, Tango notices immediately.

No matter how silly and how ridiculous he can get sometimes, this man is a redstone God, you can't expect him to not be paying attention to his partner.

But like Scar, he acted immediately on it.

And he's actually the most 'normal' out of them. As normal as you can expect someone to react.

He'd just grab your hand right after you said his name. You'd turn to look at him with the most neutral expression you can muster while he knitted his eyebrows together along with his toothy grin,

"Now- Now now, wait, hold on a second love. What did you just call me?"

You'd repeat his name innocently, and he was taken aback for a minute before he saw that slight glint of mischief in your eyes.

Oh he's going to play along alright.

"Oh- Nah, nah nah nah, you— No you don't get to call me that. Nope."

"But why not? Isn't that your name?"

"Well, yeah but—"

He's laughing so much.

You can't help but break your facade too and laugh with him!

He knew it! You were in fact, messing around with him!

Now you're not going anywhere until either of you have decided that you want to lose the battle.

"My sweet bun— My beloved, my Highnesses, come on now, am I really just a Tango to you? Hm? Do you- Do you not love me anymore?"

Of course you love him.

He's silly and he's going to continue and come up with even more bizarre name to mess with you until *you* admit defeat.

You can try to escape him, but in the Frozen Citadel, he's the one who's going to get an upper hand at finding you! So don't even try.

"Alright that's it— Come on. I need my, I need my words of affirmation that you love me. You do love me, don't you sweetie? Mmmhmm? Don't you love this beautiful, frosty hair? Ah? Aahhh~?"

You'd break, you can't handle him.

But you love him.

So you're forced to admit defeat and compliment him with the cheesiest, lovestruck nickname you can come up with while messing with his blue hair and kissing his pale cheeks all over.

He'd get sick over how sweet *your* nicknames have become, but this is the risk of playing the game of love with you.

And he's ready to play it with you for as long as you're willing to play it with him.

#HERE YOU GO #colewrites #hermitcraft x reader #x reader #reader insert #mcyt x reader #xisumavoid x reader #Xisuma x reader #cubfan135 x reader #cubfan x reader #cub x reader #goodtimeswithscar x reader #scar x reader #gtwscar x reader #tangotek x reader #tango x reader

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eclectiaa · 2 years

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A BAD GUY — K. Ayato

Note: This is something I previously posted on my old account but I like it enough to repost.

Contents: Modern!AU, Fem!Reader x Kamisato Ayato

You became fast friends with Ayaka freshman year. You’re not sure what it was, you just clicked. Perhaps it was her kindness that pushed you to talk to her, or her oddly endearing naivety despite being one of the smartest people in your year. Whatever it was, you’re more than grateful to call her a friend. You have a lot of fun with her, you talk about everything, and you always have each other’s back. In short, you love her to bits. If there’s a problem, it’s certainly not her.

…It’s her older brother.

Everyone is always gushing over him. He’s amazing. He’s so talented. He’s so handsome…

He’s a walking cliché, that’s what he is. Student council president, most likely to be valedictorian, the guy everyone trusts, even the teachers. He’s always getting homemade desserts, cooked up in home economics by classmates and underclassmen alike. Valentine’s especially was absolute madness. Everyone went out of their way to do something for him, trying to get his attention by putting extra effort in their gifts. Then they squealed in happiness when he accepted the offerings and thanked them, as though he bestowed a great honor upon them.

But he’s just so fake. Even though he’s always smiling, it never quite reaches his eyes, and the way he looks at people is so…calculating. How does no one see it?

You’ve been to Ayaka’s house plenty of times by now, and Ayato has been very polite towards you. Still, you can never feel fully at ease whenever he’s around, as though your every move is being carefully watched. The only reason you’ve never said anything is because it’s just your hunch, you’ve never had any real proof of him being anything but perfect.

That is until one day when you’re on cleaning duty and you happen upon something that you were not supposed to see. Your partner for the day would not stop talking, telling you grandiose stories about how he beat another school’s football team all by himself, and how he almost died the other day at the cafeteria when he ordered a special drink that he didn’t know contained beans, which he is allergic to.

Needing a break from the chatter, you offer to take the trash out. The dumpsters are at the back of the school, so it’s quite a walk there, but you’re all too happy to get some peace and quiet.

On your way there, you pass by the student council room. The door is only a bit ajar but you see it all too clearly when, out of habit, you peer inside. Kamisato Ayato is standing there, carrying a load of gifts in his arms to the trash and dumping them in.

You’re so shocked by such a mean action that it makes you drop what you’re holding. Stupid you, because it immediately alerts him of your presence.

Oh, and he is not smiling. Without stopping to think, you pick up what you can and bolt down the hallway before he can say anything.

It gnaws at you for days. Did you see it wrong? No, those clear plastic wrappers were definitely filled with uneaten goodies. One afternoon, Ayaka catches you gnawing on your lip and she asks what’s wrong. You just stare at her for a moment, not knowing what to do. It makes her repeat herself, more worried this time.

“Ayaka…about Ayato-senpai—”

“Hm, what about me?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around so fast you should get whiplash. There he is with his usual smile, but you swear there’s a twitch of agitation behind those blue eyes.

“Elder brother!”

“Did [Name] tell you the good news, Ayaka?” He smiles a bit more genuinely as he strokes his little sister’s hair despite her protests that he’ll mess it up. “She’ll be joining the student council.”

And just like that, you get roped into the job. It’s definitely for the purpose of keeping an eye on you. You try to protest, but apparently there’s nothing you can do when Ayato decides to use his power to pull the strings.

Frankly, Ayato doesn’t care if you tell someone else—they wouldn’t believe you anyway—but he doesn’t need his sister knowing the less than stellar parts of him.

It’s being on the council that gives you a front-row seat to the enigma that is Kamisato Ayato. He’s still mostly unreadable but, as time goes by, it’s hard to miss the way that he cares about his fellow students. It’s outright impossible to miss his workload—the sheer amount shows how much everyone relies on him—and the pressure he’s constantly under.

It clearly weighs on him more than he lets on, which worries you a bit, though you’re a bit scared to bring it up.

Turns out, you don’t have to. One afternoon, when things become a bit too much, Ayato lets you see a glimpse at the real him. Everyone else left already and, figuring that you’ve already seen through his performance anyway, he doesn’t bother hiding his real feelings from you, baring his annoyances and all. He gripes about a particular teacher that passes off too much of their own responsibility and ones that are too longwinded. You sit with him and talk for a long time, quite enthralled by this new side of him, raw and genuine.

Before long, it becomes custom for the two of you to be the last ones to leave in the afternoon. You get to see him in a new light and, at some point, you ask him the thing that you still haven’t quite figured out: Why did he throw away the gifts he got?

Ayato looks away and, with a sigh, tells you that he’s quite a picky eater and he can’t stomach some of the food he gets. Gifting it to someone else would get noticed easily, so throwing it away is the best way to avoid anyone’s feelings getting hurt. You study the slight pout to his mouth and realise with a start that he’s embarrassed.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him act so much like a little kid and you suddenly burst into laughter. Wiping a tear from your eye, you apologise to him for laughing about it and, when Ayato returns a wry smile, you feel like you’ve gotten a bit closer.

This doesn’t go unnoticed, of course. There are some upperclassmen that don’t take so kindly to you stealing all of Ayato’s “attention”. They make a point to tell you in the most hurtful ways possible, hounding you every day whenever you’re alone.

It gets so bad that you consider resigning for a few days before they come to you groveling, begging for forgiveness.

You’re not quite sure what happened but you can guess. That afternoon, your face feels warm and it’s hard to look Ayato in the eye.

Even worse, you find yourself thinking of him while making cookies in home economics, adding the cranberries that he seems to like so much, before your stomach drops. What are you even thinking? He doesn’t want to eat these.

Except when you’re handing them out to the council, he steals them all for himself without a word. The others chuckle, but you’re not quite sure what they find so funny. Your heart does flips in a way it’s never done before, though.

Ayaka notices that something is different. You’ve never really warmed up to her brother but that seems to be changing. She’s pleased that two people so important to her are getting along.

It’s around this time that the talkative boy in your class confesses to you.

“It’s not really my business,” Ayato says when you ask him what you should do. Your eyes sting as you turn away. Frankly, why did you even bother asking him? You’re alone again in the council room and being with him just makes you feel a certain type of way. No, not ‘a certain’...you know exactly what you’re feeling. Maybe that’s why the words just slipped from your mouth and you’re so hopeful that he’ll say something.

You don’t know why you had any expectations at all.

Ayaka can tell Ayato is in a bad mood though. He comes back home that day and barely registers when she asks how his day’s been. It’s weird to see him so out of it, and she wonders if it has anything to do with her classmate Itto.

Of course, you have to turn him down. You’ve fallen for someone else and can’t lead him on. Except after you’ve said your piece, he remains a bit pushy. That’s when you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders.

“She’s not interested,” a cold voice cuts in blithely, effectively scaring away your suitor.

“Ayato?”

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #ayato x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #ayato x y/n #ayato x you #ayato fluff #mine

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beantothemax · 5 months

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Bean

The time has come

The blorbo posts are moving out of tellius, who knows how long it will be until they break even the fe containment

CRAB BLORBO NR. WHATEVER I FORGOT!

ANNA!!!!!

Back to the basics, list time!!!

She is in literally every game except fe2 and it's remake fe15

I adore her little finger chin touch that she does in every game

Every iteration of her is actually a different person and they're all a big family of sisters

^this also has the implication that Anna has interdimensional travel powers (and also time travel)(this is also hinted at in engages epilogue)

I believe there's two eras of Anna, pre and post-awakening. With pre-awakening being more down to earth and existing a lot more as the menu and secret shop person, with post-awakening being more high energy, and I don't want to say one-note, but more, let's say focused on a specific gimmick, which in Annas case is being a cuttthroat buisnesswoman, and this often comes along as borderline psychopathic (/pos imo), but I don't think this was the intention. I love both versions

Post-awakening she's actually a playable character in almost all the games, including Awakening (Very fun to use, trickster class which is staves and Swords, she does especially well with Levin sword and that's always fun), Fates (haven't used her, dlc), Three Houses (kinda sucks and has no supports, also dlc and one of the other dlc characters is just better in everyway gameplay wise) and Engage (also very fun to use, uses axes at base and bows on promotion which is very nice, she also has great magic and can be very good as a mage)

Sells you drugs

So Anna huh, the most reocurring fe character by far, and I love reocurring characters. She's a shrewd buisnesswoman and always have been, but she's a pretty chill gal pre-awakening and just hangs around and gives you tips. And sells you drugs, don't forget about that. Then in awakening she returns once again, but now with a more, high-energy personality. The reason I called her borderline psychopathic is that she here begins to make a lot of quips and jokes about killing people in ways that are some kind of money puns in a very lighthearted tone, "prices aren't the only things i slash" for exampel. I personally find this kind of endearing (this holds up with my other blorbo Henry also from awakening). Then in engage she shows up as a child who has been lost from her family (her anna sisters) Here in engage she has a wonderful childlike feel when doing all her merchant things, while still having that dash of psychosis. And I find this very endearing as well.

She also has a boyfriend who is also reocurring, just not as much has her. Meet Jake! His personality and looks vary a bit.

Then there was the final dlc to awakening, bringing one final challenge to all who played the game. Apotheosis, featuring the final final boss...

Anna the merchant

This is an insane boss, probably the single strongest boss in all of fire emblem, with insane stats like 99 hp, 60 str, 50 mag, 70 skl, 70 spd, 65 lck, 55 def and 55 res. So insanely much.

But that's not even the worst part, her skills are. Counter dealing all physical damage back, Vantage+ to always attack first, Aether which is usually only a main character skill, dragonskin (????????) which halfs all damage dealt and RIGHTFUL GOD

RIGHTFUL GOD????????

rightful god gives 30% extra proc chance to all proc skills

BUT EVEN THE FACT THAT SHE HAS A SKILL CALLED RIGHTFUL GOD IS SCARY ENOUGH AND HAS SOME WEIRD IMPLICATIONS

yeah, insane boss

But overall yeah I just like her, great vibe tbh.

I think me liking her might also have something to do with that she reminds me a lot of an oc I made a loooong time ago with pie who has a special place in my heart.

Anyway finishing picture of all of anna

I find it extremely hilarious that Anna just. has time travel powers. The single constant of the fire emblem universe is the presence of silly capitalism gal

ALSO SHE’S A SUPERBOSS?????????? RIGHTFUL GOD?????????? WH?????????? WHY DOES THE FUNNY SECRET SHOP LADY HARBOR THE POWER OF THE HEAVENS

#10/10 silly girl #asks #crabknee #crab’s fire emblem primers

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HEY, TEACHER﹙☆﹚— TWST

adult! azul with a spouse who teaches kindergarten

— warnings: none

— characters: azul

azul can’t go one day without you coming back home after work to gush about your kindergarten students. although he doesn’t mind, he’ll act like it bothers him but his uninterested and irritated act never fools you. he finds it rather endearing when you ramble on about how much your students are progressing with their learning, and how they’re doing it faster than all the other kindergarten classes.

he won’t visit your school much, but when he does, he’ll make sure to cause some chaos with your students. azul has a habit of provoking your kindergarteners. “i don’t think you would be able to do a handstand. however, me on the other hand? i can do them even on my head,” and when you have to catch a kid from falling after they attempt to do a handstand on their head, you always look to azul. he defends himself because according to him, he never technically told the kid to do a handstand on their head! however, you scold him for planting the idea in that child’s mind. unexpectedly, the children seem to like him, which even shocked azul at first.

if he wasn’t visiting the school to see your students (after you practically begged him to), it’s for a staff event. your school tends to be rather big when it comes to building a community among the staff and their own families. because of this, your poor husband is subsequently forced to join you at every staff barbecue, celebration, and game day. azul stays by your side during these events, with an arm around your waist, following you wherever you go. the only time any of your coworkers will see him away from you at an event is if there’s some sort of game. although he opts for sit-down strategy games, he has to find entertainment in these usually long events. and when he does participate in one of the games which he takes it very seriously!

even though he doesn’t visit your school often, let alone out of his own freewill, he knows how much you care for your students. so, azul often helps pay for supplies to fill up your classroom especially around back-to-school time. though, sometimes when he’s out and sees something that he knows you and your students will like, he just can’t help himself, knowing how happy it’ll make you. there’s nothing that makes azul more proud than when you come home bragging about how your students think he’s so cool for getting whatever it may be for them. some of them even insist that he takes over for you, but you both know that’s not the best idea.

azul finds it adorable how your love of teaching and kids carry over into your personal life. even if he doesn’t express it to you, the fact that you practically jump at the opportunity to teach somebody about some random topic warms his heart. he finds your nature even more heartwarming whenever you interact with kids outside of your work environment. when you do so, it’s very obvious that you’re a teacher by the way you speak so attentively to children. while most would just nod their head and dismiss whatever the child may be rambling on about, you make sure to give them extra attention so that they know you’re listening.

he adores the way you are with your students, and children in general. azul, having a not so good childhood, appreciates that you try your hardest to nurture these children and their curiosity. it’s one of the many reasons he’s glad he can call you his spouse.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst hcs #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst azul #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto #🧩ﾟ. — files ?!#disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #disney twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst fanfic

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