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[yanfeisty]

⠀⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ ♡ kisses headcanons. ׅ ׄ ⠀ ͡꒱

Their way of kissing are so special that it’s more than a simple romantic gesture from first glance, and you should know it as their lover, especially when you are the reason of what makes them special in the first place. This includes Argenti, Blade, Childe and Alhaitham from Honkai Star Rail and Genshin. Content warnings: small mention of death in Blade's part.⠀⠀Have a great time with your husbandos!⠀⠀ ︵ ⠀⠀ ̼

⠀‣ Argenti

How often: Nearly every day, if he doesn’t then he is away. How can he resist the need to embrace you, when his heart beats at a fast pace and he's at a loss for words each time his eyes lay on you, the only way he can communicate is by locking your lips and moving them together. Moreover, since it is his duty as a knight of beauty to make every creature know their true beauty and value, what a better way to show it to you than a kiss, one that makes you feel like the most treasured creature in the cosmos.

Types of kisses: The one that is like a promise. It’s such a typical gesture of him to bow to you with a kneel on the ground and sometimes, a hand on his heart as a sign of his devotion to always be your knight. While his other hand envelopes yours, approaches it to his lips, and delicately brush the back of your hand with his thumb like it is made of glass, before leaving a small peck on it.

The lovey dovey one, where he reaches for your hand but this time he grabs it to pull you close to him, and leaves a trail of kisses from your wrist to your face in a quick pace, you don’t even have time to speak before he reaches your mouth and shush your words. It always catches you off guard because you can’t see his heart skipping a beat whenever he remembers why he loves you so much.

The gentle and most frequent one. His fingers find themselves under your chin, deviating your eyes from whatever you were focusing on to his sparkly light green ones, “May I have this kiss?” He will always ask first the permission like a gentleman, because he would hate to force his love upon you. It’s neither too light nor overly passionate, just enough to make you flustered by the delicacy of his lips.

Kissing in public: He has no problem to do it in public, it became a natural habit of his to kiss you, and there’s nothing that’s going to stop him from it, not even the eyes of other people watching you like they're watching a romantic movie, although you’re being hidden by his voluminous hair. It doesn’t help that he stands out of the crowd with his unique and charming look. However, he’ll understand your discomfort if you tell him. “Forgive me, my love. I do not see the crowd when I’m being mesmerized by your beauty.”

Extra: It’s also the way he holds you, one of his hand holding your face while the other envelopes your waist to get you closer, it feels neither oppressing nor dominating, but comforting like he'll always be with you. He also smells like roses, which adds to the experience, you’ll definitely have his scent on you after being this close to him.

⠀‣ Blade

How often: Rarely, Blade doesn't display much emotion nor does he feel a lot of them, so don't expect to get a lot of affection from him. Though sometimes, when the burden becomes too much to bear and a wave of agitation hits him, he finds some comfort in you. Despair and violence used to be his only solutions to deal with it, but you somehow make him feel a bit better, he is not sure why, but your lips do pacify his illness a little.

Types of kisses: The desperate one, where you can feel all his emotion he puts in it, maybe his lips will taste bitter because of the feeling of revenge or sloppy when he is distressed. It's not perfect but it's no less true. He shouldn't be able to rely on someone this badly and show his moments of weakness, and yet, he is unable remove his lips from yours until he can’t breathe anymore and forgets the pain.

The shut up one. You’re talking too much. This irritates him. He just wants to silence those unnecessary ramblings of yours before he goes crazy. So, he forcefully brings your mouth to his for it to stop moving. “Will you shut up now, or do I need to do it for you?”

Kissing in public: It would be showing his weaker self, you’re the only one allowed to see it. He doesn't like when you try to kiss him, because he would rather not be the subject of teasing from his colleagues, even if he knows it's already the case and he can't stop it. It's so weird for everyone, especially for those who know him to see this cold and scary heart letting someone this close to him, and having his cheeks showing a small hint of embarrassment because of them.

Extra: Kissing his scars, it somehow heals them, not that he feels any physical pain, but when he sees his body full of stitches it reminds him how he should be dead, but you deviate this thought from him to a more pleasant one. His body is like a walking corpse, pale and cold, and yet, by feeling your lips on his brings some... warmth. Feeling life surging through his veins doesn’t feel so bad for once. “Please... Don't stop.”

⠀‣ Childe

How often: Since he's often sent on missions, he makes the most of the time he spends with you. Plenty of kisses you'll receive a kiss as a reminder that his heart will always be with you, no matter the distance.

Types of kisses: The kissing ambush, you’re just so adorable sometimes, he can’t help but squish your face with his palms and peck it without stopping. You’re stucked between his hands who hold you dearly, and you aren’t able to say a word because he’ll cut it off with a kiss. “Haha… Don't look at me like that, love. You're the one being too cute here.”

The eskimo kiss. The freezing cold of Snezhnaya isn't merciful, especially for those who aren't used to it. Childe is always here to warm you up when you need it, and one of his greatest technique is to rub your nose together. The skin contact and his melodious laugh which lets out a hot breath brings heat to your face, and erases completely the cold from your skin.“Perhaps it worked a little too well, your cheeks are burning.”

Kissing in public: He isn't one to be ashamed to show that he loves and cares for his loved ones, and you're no exception. However, when it comes to more 'passionate' kisses compared to the light ones or if you feel shy, he'll always find a good place to hide in when you'll be left alone, and it would be lying to say he doesn't like the risk of getting caught by someone, to the point you can feel that his actions are too bold for the place you’re in.

Extra: When inflicted by minor or deadly injuries, he claims that the only way to heal them is with a kiss, and he won't take any medicine before he gets one. You might be irritated by his stubbornness and childish behavior when he is on the edge of dying, but for him who had plenty of injuries before that his body became indifferent to them, he can’t miss the opportunity to tease you when your face is painted with concern, which honestly melts his heart at the sight of it.

⠀‣ Alhaitham

How often: Alhaitham is more affection than someone might think, just not publicly. It's frequently that you'll share small affectionate moments together, he doesn’t kiss a lot though, he prefers other skin contact like having your body on his or him having a hand on you, it feels relaxing and honestly he can’t think of a better situation than have you close to him.

Types of kisses: The goodnight one. It's regularly that you're reading together, very close to each other. The most comfortable position is when you put your head on his torso, and you both hold each side of the book. And each time, the relaxing atmosphere plus the lullaby made by his heartbeat doesn’t fail to drive you slowly to sleep. When Alhaitham notices it that you fell asleep when you still haven’t turn page, he'll plant a small kiss on the top of your head before stroking it as a way to say goodnight. It’s a habit that he’ll never get tired of.

The one he uses to silence you. Alhaitham doesn't like meaningless noises, he may tolerate your voice more than he does with any person, but not when it says things that are straight up wrong or disturb his peace. Without any warning, he'll pin you against the closest wall. The action makes you stumble over whatever you were saying, it doesn't help that your breathing gets reduced as he approaches. You finally stop trying to when your lips are seal by his before, he leaves you stunned without any words.

The lazy one. Alhaitham likes a comfortable lifestyle, and you can feel it in his kisses. He doesn't do much effort, his hand is loosely holding the back of your head while his lips brush yours gently, and eventually lean into it. “It's not essential work anyway, you can stay here until you regain the energy needed for it���. Always the same excuse for him not move and still keep you in his arms, but it’s always working.

Kissing in public: He doesn't necessarily want to have your relationship become a subject of chatter that is mixed with opinions he didn’t ask for. Not that he cares about what people think, but it can create rumors or even problems that he'll be forced to resolve, and also make him become the center of attention, which isn’t something he desires. He prefers doing it at home because it’s a more comfortable place anyway.

Extra: It's such a weird coincidence that Alhaitham suddenly wants to kiss you each time Kaveh enters the room. Kaveh who's first flustered because he feels like an intruder, and quickly shuts the door. Then he becomes frustrated when he notices that Alhaitham does it purposefully to annoy him, he shouts things like “Oh my God, have some decency and get a room!”, now Alhaitham could riposte by telling him to get his own house first… but honestly he prefers to save his breath when he’s kissing you.

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[hamsterclaw]

Touch

Taehyung's lonely in his misery, until he meets you.

Pairing: Taehyung x f! reader

Rating: 18+, minors DNI

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, mentions of chronic pain and illness, injury, legal drug use, implied drug addiction - please heed the warnings!

Word count: 5.9k

Taehyung’s knee burns like a live fire, points of pain sparking at random points in his leg as he moves. His face, when he glimpses his reflection in a mirrored pillar in the convenience store, is impassive as usual, apart from the tightness in his jaw. 

Taehyung’s no stranger to pain but it’s starting to wear on him. It’s been months since the injury, man versus mech, him jumping in front of a cabled vehicle to pull some wide-eyed kid out of harm’s way, the unsecured corner bumping him on the way down, twisting his foot and hip in opposite directions. 

He winces a little at the memory, the wrench that had followed. The kid had been worried, accompanied him to the hospital where Taehyung had discovered the kicker, that his insurance had lapsed the day before. The poor kid had offered to pay, Taehyung would have laughed if the kid hadn’t been so damn sincere and upset about it. 

Jungkook was his name, and he’s been by Taehyung’s to hang out most weeks since then and Taehyung’s had no regrets about wrecking his knee to save him because it turns out the kid’s a real sweetheart. 

Getting his knee treated had wiped out most of his savings, but it’s not like he had some grand retirement plan or anything, he’s in his twenties still and he’s not even sure if he’ll live to see this decade of his life out, not the way things are going now. 

Taehyung tosses apples into his basket, a pack of those cartoon panda shaped biscuits Jungkook likes, tea and ramen and he’s all set. His knee’s close to buckling on him by the time he leaves the store, Taehyung takes a moment to lean against the cold glass, suck in a breath that doesn’t feel like it’s making him any more oxygenated. 

His knee’s stiffening up now, having co-operated thus far, thankfully he’s only a block away from home. 

‘Hey, you want a hand with anything?’ 

The person who’s stopped in front of him’s looking at him carefully. ‘You look like shit.’ 

Taehyung drags in another breath, releases it in a bark of laughter that sounds rusty even to him. 

‘I hurt my knee,’ he explains. 

‘You want me to call you a ride? Take you to the clinic?’

For the first time, Taehyung looks at the person who’s stopped, who’s still standing in front of him. 

‘It was months ago,’ he adds. 

You’re sympathetic, the soft expression on your face at odds with the way you’re dressed, all in black, lug-soled stomper boots that make Taehyung’s toes feel vulnerable though his feet are fully enclosed. 

You hold out your hand. ‘I can carry your apples.’ 

Taehyung looks at you, debating whether to trust you, and you let out an impatient snort. ‘I’m not going to rob you, for fucks’ sake, not for shitty ramen and panda snacks.’ 

Taehyung laughs, hands you the sack of groceries. ‘I hate panda snacks too, I get them for my friend.’ 

You hoist the bag over your shoulder, and Taehyung says, ‘I’m a block that way.’ 

Truth is, he’d be leaning on you if you let him, his knee’s singing an opera of pain so loud he’s surprised he can hear anything over it. 

You walk slow like you can sense it, don’t try to make conversation. 

You stop at the foot of the open stairwell to his tiny apartment. 

‘Fuck, bruv, you’re a sucker for pain, aren’t you?’ 

Taehyung’s surprised into a laugh. ‘It’s only been three months since I fucked my knee,’ he tells you. 

‘How’d you do it?’ you ask. 

‘Got hit by a cable car,’ he tells you. 

You push your hair back away from your forehead. In the light of the stairwell, he can see you better. Bright eyes, lips that are lush and shiny with gloss. In your stomper boots you’re almost as tall as him. 

Taehyung holds out his arms for his bag. ‘Thanks.’ 

‘I’ll walk you up.’ 

‘It’s gonna take an embarrassingly long time for me to get up those steps,’ Taehyung confesses. He drops onto the third step, tries to straighten his knee but it’s locked up, stiff. 

‘You can leave the bag here,’ he says. ‘Thank you.’ 

You drop the bag next to his feet, and then you ask, tentatively, ‘May I?’ 

Taehyung looks up at you in surprise.

You ease yourself onto the step next to him, close, your thigh touching his, and then reach for his pants leg. There’s the crinkle and snap of a heat pad, then bliss as you press it to his swollen knee. 

Taehyung tries not to make any sound, he doesn’t want to make it weird, not when you’re sitting close to him like this, when your head’s so close to his he can smell your shampoo, but the relief is so great he could cry.

It’s then that you turn to him, as he’s deciding on what to say. ‘Leave it on for a bit, ok?’

You reach into your own bag, pull out an ampoule of medi-gel. 

‘Rub this in after. You’ll be able to get up the stairs then.’

Taehyung wants to ask why you have such a well-stocked bag, what your name is, which heavenly realm you descended from, but you’re already standing, shouldering your own bag.

‘Good luck,’ you say. There’s the slightest curve of your lips, a moment of eye contact profound enough to make Taehyung’s heart do a funny double beat, and then you’re gone. 

***

Taehyung’s not addicted to the pain pills they give him at the clinic, it’s not an addiction if you’re using the way big pharma intended. 

He’s a man in pain and he needs pain relief, he doesn’t think he needs to explain it to anyone. Especially not to Jungkook, who can’t decide whether to look away or to watch him carefully whenever he reaches for the container on his kitchen counter.

It never makes it into the drawer where all the cold remedies and multivitamins are because what’s the point when it comes out every six hours anyway?

Sometimes the last hour before the next dose lasts a lifetime, and sometimes, honestly, Taehyung doesn’t have the wherewithal to wait. It’s bad today, the throb of torn cartilage, the ligaments that are supposed to have healed by now. Even his skin feels like it’s on fire, vessels beneath the surface dilating, bringing the heat, making everything swell. 

Taehyung’s knee brushes the side of the couch as he limps along to sit, and he screams into the back of his fist, takes a moment to regain his breath.

There’s something pressing against his thigh as he lifts his leg up, he shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out the medi-gel you’d given him. He snaps it open, pours it over his knee, rubs it in, sinks back.

Maybe he blacks out for a bit, he’s not really sure, but when he comes back into his skin the vice grip the pain had on him has eased to a loose grasp. He stares at the ‘V’ shaped crack in the ceiling until he’s opiated enough to consider moving on with his life.

The shitty tasks of everyday become like insurmountable tasks, get whittled back to survival needs, on bad days like this.

There’s a knock on the door, an automated voice announcing the arrival of a package. Taehyung gets up to answer, testing his theory that the painkillers have kicked in.

He’s glad they have, because he opens the door to you. The lower half of your face is hidden under your mask, the ball cap casts a shadow over the rest, but he’s been thinking about your eyes a lot these last few weeks and it’s definitely you.

You recognise him, your eyes crinkle over the black fabric border and Taehyung’s not sure how you can look so pretty with almost all your face covered but you do.

‘Hey, apple boy,’ you say in greeting. ‘How’s the knee doing?’

You hold out the box you’re delivering for him to take.

‘The medi-gel you gave me helps,’ Taehyung replies. 

You hold out the pad for him to initial. ‘It’s not expensive, and it works.’

You name the pharmacy that stocks it, shove the pad back into one of your cargo pockets, against your thigh, ready to go.

Taehyung asks, ‘hey, can I get you a drink?’

‘I’m on a strict time schedule,’ you say, with what looks like a flash of regret in your eyes.

‘What about later, after you clock off?’ Taehyung asks.

You tilt your head, considering. ‘I’m catching a midnight showing at the Electric tonight. Want to come with?’

***

The Electric’s buzzing, lights blazing, and Taehyung’s got a clear view of you walking up to meet him.

You greet him with a casual wave and a bright hello and Taehyung wonders if he’s in trouble here because he barely knows you and you shine, to him.

He wants you to like him and he never really cares what people think of him, not really.

He asks, ‘what are we watching?’

You’re scanning your chip at the door, waving him in ahead of you. 

‘It’s an old sci-fi movie,’ you tell him. ‘People had some pretty fantastical ideas of what the future would be like back in the day.’

‘I like sci-fi,’ Taehyung says honestly.

‘I like the Electric,’ you tell him. ‘The seats are like beds.’

You’ve been leading him down the ramp, and Taehyung sees what you mean.

The two adjoining seats are huge, reclined backs, footrests that go up all the way.

‘I used to come here a lot,’ you say, settling in next to him. You look over. ‘Sometimes I just sleep.’

Taehyung climbs in next to you, stretches out with a grunt of pleasure.

‘All good?’ you ask. 

Taehyung’s laid back, head against the seat rest, hood up.

‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, because you’re waiting for an answer.

A smile curves your lips. You reach into your bag, rustle around and toss him a pack of crispy puffs.

‘Enjoy.’

The movie’s something ridiculous that Taehyung can’t suspend his disbelief enough for, so he spends the time watching you instead. 

The flicker of blue light across the planes of your face, the way you bite down on your bottom lip during suspenseful moments. The fall of hair across your face.

He falls asleep watching you.

When he wakes, the lights are up, and you’re looking at him, a smirk on your face that causes a stirring in his groin.

‘Come on, big boy, time to go home.’ 

Taehyung’s knee throbs, a steady pulse accompanying the rush of blood in his veins as he walks alongside you. 

The nights are dark these days, since the 24 hour power restrictions came into effect most residents opt to go lights out when the sun sets. It makes it easier to hide the way he winces as he hobbles along. 

You say, ‘My bike is down here.’ 

You unplug the charger to your bike, climb on, tilt your head to the space behind you. 

‘Fuck walking,’ you say. ‘Get on, Taehyung.’ 

Something about the way you say his name makes Taehyung feel at ease. You don’t really know each other but there’s a familiarity to it that doesn’t feel unwelcome. 

Taehyung hesitates over where to put his hands, a problem you solve by wrapping his arms around your waist. 

‘Is that ok?’ you ask, like he’s going to complain. 

‘If it’s ok with you,’ Taehyung answers. 

You go slow, easy on the cobblestones, your bike like a quiet cat purring through the darkness. You take turns with a gentleness that Taehyung’s grateful for. The wind rushing past is balmy, sticky with summer heat. 

You pull up round the side of his building almost before he’s realised it. 

‘Thanks for coming out,’ you say. ‘Sometimes I can’t sleep.’ 

‘You can always come over if you can’t sleep,’ Taehyung offers. The words are out before he’s thought about them, but he means them. He smiles at you. ‘I don’t sleep much.’ 

‘Your knee will get better,’ you say. You smile back. ‘Sounds dumb, I know, but the pain goes.’ 

You laugh, short. ‘Or you get used to it.’ 

You read the expression on his face as he wonders what you know about the chronicity of pain. 

He doesn’t get a chance to ask you about it, because you’re off, waving a casual hand as you climb back on and drive off. 

***

The waiting room for his physical therapist’s office is plain, utilitarian, and Taehyung appreciates it. 

There’s enough going on in his head without the background being jarring too. 

Beside him, Jungkook’s bouncing around without seeming to bounce around. The kid’s a ball of energy, even when he’s sitting still he looks like he’s vibrating with movement. 

‘Hyung,’ he says, pointing to the window he’s just pulled up on his tablet. ‘It says swimming is good for injuries like yours.’ 

‘We can go swimming,’ Taehyung allows. 

Jungkook’s buried his nose back in the screen. ‘Do you take multivitamins?’

Taehyung’s saved from uttering a thorny retort that would make Jungkook look at him all bug-eyed and hurt, by the arrival of his therapist. 

Jungkook’s waiting outside when Taehyung finishes his session. ‘Hyung. Hyung.’ 

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. There’s only two years between them, but he can’t stop thinking of Jungkook as younger than he actually is. Injury or no injury, Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever possessed Jungkook’s wide-eyed enthusiasm for anything. 

‘Yes, Jungkookie?’ 

‘There’s a pharmacy a few doors down, they stock that medi-gel that helps you. Can we go?’ 

Jungkook bounds ahead as they walk down the street, pushing the door open to the pharmacy just as Taehyung catches up. 

The two people in the store look up, perfectly framed by the rectangle of the doorframe. There’s the person behind the counter, handing you a crisp paper bag, and then there’s you. 

You look surprised, then pleased, as you see him. 

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s imagining it. 

‘Hey,’ he says, warmly. 

‘Taehyung,’ you reply. You fold up the paper bag, slip it into your messenger bag. You look at Jungkook to find he’s already staring at you, mouth slightly open. 

‘You must be Jungkook.’ 

You introduce yourself to a suddenly-shy Jungkook, step closer to Taehyung. 

You look good with your hair loose like this, Taehyung thinks. He’s about to tell you when Jungkook finds his voice. 

‘Hyung talks about you a lot,’ Jungkook says. ‘It’s nice to meet you.’ 

You look amused. ‘He told me about you too, Jungkook. He said you like panda snacks.’ 

Jungkook’s embarrassed, like that fact would ever stop anyone from wanting to sleep with him. 

‘They’re ok,’ he replies, casual. 

Taehyung catches your expression, bites back a smile. ‘We’re going to eat after this, are you free? Would you like to come?’ 

‘Sure,’ you agree easily. ‘Is it far? I can’t fit both of you on my bike.’ 

‘It’s close,’ Jungkook says. ‘We always go there.’ 

Taehyung can hear you and Jungkook talking as he picks out packs of medi-gel, stacks them on the counter, swipes his chip to pay. 

He’s feeling pretty good these days, his knee still hurts like a son of a bitch but there are more good days amidst the bad. 

He walks with you and Jungkook down the street to the noodle bar, amused at your patient indulgence of Jungkook. 

He looks up to find you’ve caught him admiring your ass. 

‘Like what you see?’ you ask him, cool.

Taehyung tilts his head. He’s aware what he looks like, he hasn’t felt attractive in a while but he’s never had a problem finding someone to flirt with. 

He lifts his chin at you. ‘Yeah,’ he says, serious, low. ‘You’re really pretty.’ 

Jungkook’s watching your conversation, open-mouthed. 

‘Thanks,’ you say. ‘You guys are pretty too.’ 

Jungkook blushes but it’s Taehyung you’re looking at, and he’s looking right back. 

***

After the meal, you offer Jungkook a ride home on your bike which Taehyung already knows the kid isn’t going to accept because although he’s a little shit, he’s a shy little shit and the idea of being wrapped around you is probably just about enough to make him cream in his pants. 

Which is how you end up walking with Taehyung back to where your bike’s parked. 

‘I had a nice time,’ you say. ‘I can see why you fucked your knee to save Jungkook.’ 

Taehyung laughs. ‘I didn’t know him at the time. Knowing him now though, I would do it a hundred times over.’ 

You’re leaning against the wall in the alley, smiling a little as you look at him. ‘You’re a sweetheart, Taehyung.’ 

Taehyung takes a step closer, giving you time to move away if you want to. 

Instead, you reach out, tug at the lapels of his jacket gently. 

Taehyung comes willingly. 

There’s a split second before your lips meet when you close your eyes, and Taehyung thinks to himself how pretty you are. 

Then you’re kissing him, and he stops thinking at all. You’re soft, and warm, and you fold into him like you were made to fit him. 

It’s you who licks into his mouth first, like you want to taste him, and Taehyung relishes the little whimper that spills from your lips when he tastes you back. 

When you pull away, it takes him a moment to get his breath back. 

Taehyung can’t remember when he slipped his arm around your waist. He can’t remember a damn thing right now apart from how much he liked kissing you. 

Your hand’s on his chest, against his heart. Taehyung tugs your hand up, presses it to his lips. 

You press another kiss to his cheek, and Taehyung’s a split second away from turning his head, offering you his lips again, when you pull away. 

‘I’ll see you, Taehyung.’ 

Taehyung doesn’t have it in him to do anything but nod as you get back on your bike to go. 

***

The party’s hosted by one of Jungkook’s friends, a guy called Yoongi who runs a mech spare parts business down in the tech village.

Taehyung’s seated in a booth by the bar, staring at his reflection in the dirty mirror opposite.

He’s made an effort with the way he looks tonight, it’s been a while since he bothered but you’d promised to come so there’s that. 

A lock of hair’s fallen down over his forehead, Taehyung brushes it back absently, scanning the room.

He spots you next to Yoongi.

You’re deep in conversation, dressed in your usual black on black, boots strapped on. 

Yoongi pours you a drink when yours is done. Your body language is that of people who’ve known each other for a while. Yoongi says something that makes you laugh, and Taehyung’s chest feels tight because it seems like you’re familiar.

Your eyes, like his, scan the room, and he knows the exact moment you spot him. 

Yoongi’s looking at him too, like he’s worried Taehyung might be some unsavoury guy. Like he feels responsible for you.

Taehyung doesn’t want to seem eager but it’s a different man from him who’ll watch you walk toward them and not get up. 

You greet him with a bright smile and a lazy hug, arms slung around his shoulders.

‘You look good, Tae,’ you tell him almost shyly.

Taehyung slips his arm around your waist, a bold move for him. There’s a heart stopping moment where you hesitate, and then you’re curving against him.

You’re smiling at him, face close to his, and Taehyung’s heart’s beating so hard he’s worried you can feel it, pressed into his side like you are.

‘How’s the knee?’ you ask.

‘Better,’ Taehyung says, and it’s true. It’s going to be a while before he can run, but walking to the store isn’t the mammoth task it was.

The pain’s better every day, and mercifully, the memory of it is fading too.

‘Seen any good movies lately?’ he asks.

You tilt your head, considering. ‘I haven’t. Maybe we can go together next time?’

‘I’d like that,’ Taehyung says. He’s now aware of your breast pressing against his chest, the soft weight of it sending his senses into disarray.

‘Want to get some air for a bit?’ he asks.

He hadn’t intended anything apart from being able to talk more quietly, but as soon as you’re outside you tug him against a wall and kiss him.

It’s sweet, fiercely arousing, and Taehyung’s drowning in you. He cups the back of your head, not wanting you to hit the wall as he tilts his own head to kiss you more deeply.

‘You’re so pretty,’ he murmurs as he drags his lips against yours. His voice has dropped low the way it does when he’s aroused, and he can see the way you shiver at the tone of it.

‘Tae,’ you sigh, and damn if the way you say his name, like this, doesn’t send blood shooting straight to his cock. 

He’s hardening with every pass of his lips over yours, with the way your hands are fisted in the lapels of his jacket, keeping him close.

You moan, wriggle against him, and Taehyung doesn’t want to rush you, but he’s not sure he can trust himself to stop.

He doesn’t want your first time to be outside this club.

‘Want to come home with me?’ he asks. ‘We don’t have to do anything, we can watch a movie or something.’

You bite your lip, look down at the ground.

‘Taehyung, I should tell you —-‘

You’re interrupted by Jungkook, more than a little tipsy, giggling his way towards the both of you.

‘Hyung, hyung,’ Jungkook chirrups, and Taehyung can’t snap at him, not when Jungkook looks so genuinely happy to see him.

‘I should go,’ you say. There’s a heaviness to the tone of your voice, Taehyung’s concerned but he doesn’t get a chance to explore it. 

You wave at Jungkook and slip back into the club.

***

Taehyung’s slipped outside to get some air between calls at work. He sees you in your now-familiar monochrome, ducking into storefronts with packages, emerging with less items each time.

For a while he just watches you. You’re quick, efficient, not stopping for niceties at each place, mindful of your strict schedule.

His phone vibrates, and it’s you.

‘Hey,’ you say, your voice a low drawl through the line, enticing. ‘If you’re gonna watch me, you might as well help.’

Moments later, you’re standing in front of him. 

You hand him the package for his workplace, tap for him to sign.

Taehyung asks, ‘When do you get off?’

You flick through tabs on your tablet. ‘Probably an hour.’

‘Wanna come over? We can chill at my place,’ Taehyung says, before he can talk himself out of it.

You don’t make him wait for an answer. ‘Yeah. I’d like to,’ you say.

It’s more than an hour, more like two before you come to his, but Taehyung doesn’t care.

He’s rarely in a hurry for anything. 

You sit at his kitchen counter whilst he makes you tea. He sees how your eyes go to the container of pain pills almost immediately.

He’s tapering off his use, going longer stretches without, and he feels good about it.

It doesn’t have to be on the counter anymore but he likes the security of knowing it’s always there, just in case.

He feels like he can’t say nothing, even though you haven’t asked.

‘I don’t need those so much anymore,’ he tells you. ‘They’re just —- like security, you know?’

You take a moment, two, to respond, and when you look at him there’s a faraway expression in your eyes. Then you snap into focus. 

‘Yeah, I get it,’ you say. You lay a hand on his arm. 

Taehyung puts your tea down in front of you. 

‘I had bone cancer as a kid,’ you say, suddenly.

Taehyung doesn’t know what he expected you to say, but it wasn’t this.

‘It was in my leg, I know what it’s like when every step feels like you’re climbing a mountain,’ you say.

You’re looking at his pain pills again.

‘You should put them away, Tae,’ you say. You gaze at him. ‘You’re strong enough.’

Taehyung doesn’t know how he manages it, but one moment he’s across the counter from you and the next he’s leaned over, close enough to kiss you.

His aim’s pretty good. You only have to lean forward the tiniest fraction to kiss him. 

Kissing you is as intoxicating as all the other times. 

You end up against the fridge, making the vintage magnets clatter to the floor as Taehyung kisses you again and again.

Your hands flutter along his back like you can’t decide where to put them.

It’s been a while since he’s slept with anyone, but Taehyung’s pretty sure he’s reached a whole new level of horny. He pulls away to catch his breath, leans his forehead against yours, willing his boner to cool its jets before it takes off in his pants.

Your hands are still stroking along his back, and Taehyung’s trying his hardest not to arch into your touch and whine like a puppy being scratched, but it’s a close run thing.

You ask, rather sweetly, if he wants to cuddle, and Taehyung ends up spending the night talking to you about nothing in between kisses so drugging he feels like he’s opiated again. 

In the morning he wakes to a space on the couch the shape of you, the smell of coffee and early sun streaming through from the kitchen.

He misses you already.

***

Taehyung’s called you twice before heading into this club, but you haven’t picked up.

He’s been thinking about you, more than he’d like to admit, since you left his apartment that morning. He wants to know more about you, he wants to watch dumb sci-fi with you. He wants to watch you be sweet to Jungkook and make him blush.

When he walks inside the club, the first thing he sees is you.

Not the you of his fantasies though, where you’re smiling at him, and only him.

This is a you who’s dressed for attention, and you have it. Yoongi’s standing in front of you, like a human barrier between you and the rest of the club.

Taehyung watches, frozen in place, unable to hide the dismay on his face as you put your hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. His hand moves to your waist to steady you as you adjust your boot. It lingers even after you have both feet back on the ground.

Like the other day, the interaction between you screams of intimacy.

Taehyung heads straight for the bar. He passes you on the way. Is it just wishful thinking that he thinks he hears you call his name? He doesn’t look around to see.

***

Taehyung knows the woman sitting close to him, practically in his lap, is interested in him. She’s a friend of Jungkook’s, Taehyung would tease him about how many women want to be his friend but honestly, the kid just seems to attract people everywhere he goes.

He’s got a good aura about him. 

Taehyung puts a hand on the woman’s thigh to steady her as she wobbles precariously, almost sliding to the floor.

She smiles at him, sultry, sexy, pretty, but he’s not in the mood for flirting right now.

She leans over him, like she’s going to whisper something in his ear, and Taehyung looks away. 

His gaze meets yours.

You take in the way he’s still got his hand on the woman’s thigh, the way her face is buried in his neck.

Your face is a blank but there’s a spark of something in your eyes.

He can see your lips move but it’s hard to hear over the pounding bass, the rush of blood in his ears.

Taehyung wants to get up and talk to you but he’s taken too long.

You’re gone.

***

Taehyung isn’t sure what he’s doing here, outside your apartment. He’s only been here once, when you met him after work one day, and even then it was only for ten minutes so you could get changed.

His thumb’s on the bell, and he’s so high off hard liquor that the harsh buzz of it doesn’t bother him at all.

There’s a rustling behind the door, and then it opens.

You peer around the door, and there’s something about the way you look, worried, almost fearful that makes Taehyung’s heart drop.

Fuck why did he think it was a good idea to drop by your place unannounced, buzzed, at 3am?

He’s apologising, stumbling away. 

The door clicks shut, and Taehyung keeps walking.

Then it opens, and you’re next to him.

You’re shorter than you usually are, he’s never seen you barefoot before.

Taehyung stares at your feet. 

Your foot.

The other is prosthetic, steel, up to the knee, where your shorts stop.

You’ve helped him into your apartment, closed the door behind you both.

There’s a twist to your lips, defiance in your pretty face.

‘Like what you see?’ you ask, voice hard.

Taehyung’s most of the way to sober from the shock.

You turn away. 

‘You can take the couch,’ you tell him. ‘You’re too drunk to go anywhere and I’m sure as hell not walking you home.’

He says your name, but you’re not having any of it.

‘You can see yourself out in the morning,’ you say.

There’s an infinitesimal pause, like you’re waiting for him to say something, and for once in his life, Taehyung rushes to speak. 

‘Wait.’ 

He doesn’t know what he wants to say, but he can’t let you leave him like this, on the back of a misunderstanding he couldn’t come back from.

‘I didn’t know,’ he says.

Your expression doesn’t change, your voice is still guarded.

‘I was going to tell you.’

‘You don’t have to tell me anything,’ Taehyung says.

‘My parents had a choice to save me or my leg when the cancer started spreading,’ you say. You wave a hand, and Taehyung hears the words in his head even though you haven’t spoken them.

Here I am.

You’re still standing, like you’re facing off with him across your living room.

‘Yoongi made my first prosthetic,’ you tell him. ‘He sourced all this top of the line shit, had it imported, made it all himself, and he wouldn’t let me pay him, the asshole.’

You laugh, dry. ‘He probably feels guilty because we were dating when I got sick.’

‘He stayed with you?’ Taehyung asks.

‘Nah he dumped my ass,’ you say, but you sound more affectionate than anything else. ‘I got sick when we were 14.’

‘He looked like he wanted to come for me tonight when he saw me,’ Taehyung admits. 

You sigh. ‘Why did you come here, Tae? Did you think I was going to fuck you?’

‘I wasn’t thinking about that,’ Taehyung says, honestly. ‘I just —-‘

He runs a hand through his hair. ‘I just didn’t want you to think I was some asshole after you saw me with that woman.’

‘I don’t think you’re an asshole,’ you tell him. ‘Well, I didn’t think you were until you turned up here like this.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Taehyung says. ‘I — fuck. I like you.’

The words hang in the air between you.

You’re looking at him carefully.

‘You’re drunk,’ you say.

Taehyung watches as you disappear down the hallway and come back with a blanket and pillow.

‘My clothes won’t fit you,’ you say quietly, placing the items on the couch. ‘There’s a spare toothbrush under the sink.’

You say, not looking at him, ‘There’s no hard feelings, ok?’ 

‘You didn’t know about —-‘ you gesture to your leg. ‘This.’

You meet his eyes. ‘It’s late, we should —-‘

‘Can I kiss you?’ Taehyung blurts out.

‘Don’t.’ 

‘Do you not want me to kiss you?’

‘Not right now,’ you say.

‘Ok,’ Taehyung says. He tries for a smile. ‘Thanks for not kicking my ass to the curb.’

You’re a step away from him.

One movement, and you’ve closed the gap between you. 

‘Do you want to kiss me?’

‘More than anything,’ Taehyung tells you.

***

Thinking back, Taehyung’s never really sure if you kissed him or if he kissed you, but he’ll remember that night for the rest of his days.

How warm you felt in his arms as he kissed down your neck, across the top of your chest.

How your breasts felt in his hands, full and swollen from his mouth on them, nipples peaked, shining with his spit.

How you cried his name as he slipped his hand under your panties to touch your core.

How he was so damn hard he thought he might come from the slightest brush of your hand over his aching cock.

How he eventually did come, sheathed inside you to the hilt, filling you up, giving you all of him.

He’s thinking about it now as he watches you sleep, and he’s hardening again, cock jumping to attention even though all he can see of you is the top of your head on the pillow next to his.

He’s tenting the sheets, erect, sticky with pre-come, wondering what the hell he’s going to do about it when you turn over.

‘Want me to do something about that?’ you ask.

‘Fuck, yeah,’ Taehyung says. 

He helps you straddle him, hand over yours as you brace yourself on his chest.

He groans as you lay his cock flat on his abdomen, glide your cunt over him.

He can feel you getting wetter as you move, sliding along his cock. 

Like this, your breasts sway deliciously, tantalisingly close to his face.

Taehyung lifts his head, sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue licking the tip.

You moan prettily, skin gleaming as your hips rock over his.

Taehyung moves his attention to your other breast until you’re whining his name.

‘Let me in,’ he says, voice low, thick.

You lift your hips, line him up and drop onto his cock. Taehyung groans at the feel of you around him.

He grasps your thigh, reaches around to squeeze your ass, and you gasp, high and breathy.

‘Tae!’

Taehyung bucks his hips up into you, grinding hard, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you cry out and clench around him.

‘Taehyung!’

‘I’m here, I’ve got you,’ he vows.

He thrusts again, hard, deep, and you squeal and gush all over him.

Taehyung stays buried inside you, cock as deep as he can go, and comes so hard his vision tunnels.

All he can see is you.

***

Taehyung’s waiting for you to finish work and meet him outside the Electric.

You keep him waiting all the time but he never really minds.

And there you are, walking around the corner from where you parked your bike, casual and so pretty it makes his heart hurt.

‘I got us popcorn, baby,’ he says. 

‘Yeah?’ 

Taehyung reaches for your hand. 

You stare at your intertwined fingers.

‘What are we, fourteen?’ you mutter.

Taehyung shrugs. ‘You want to hold my dick later, you have to hold my hand now.’

‘Who says I want to —‘

Taehyung lifts a brow at you, and you cut yourself off.

‘Come on,’ he says, urging you on. ‘We don’t want to miss the beginning.’ 

©hamsterclaw 2023

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts smut

[corvidae-00]

Tsudere /sub touch starved Jax in heat that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊 also i feel like max would be a massive virgin due to how annoying he is...he definitely a horny bitchless rabbit-

AHHHH! MY FIRST ASK ;0; Thank you!!! And i personally LOvE Jax- like its an issue 0-0 but im so happy to write for him first! your request is amazing and i truly love it! i hope i did it justice!!! i hope you dont mind HCs! if you did want a story just hit me back up in the answer box and ill write a lil something for ya! ;)

MDNI BELOW THE CUT+ Warnings: Smutty smut themes, bottom Jax <3- Cussing, swearing, the norm

The Reader definitely brought light to the Circus, when she first appeared she was the TALK OF THE TENT, everyone was happy to finally have someone around to liven up the place- > besides jax- the little shit made it his sole duty to make sure Reader was the punchline of his jokes or somehow always "in his way" and the Reader often got the butt of the assult. > Jax being Jax when the feelings for reader started to arise- he got scared- a little worried- upset even. More at himself than you but still pretty pissy- this just made the tourment wose oh lord- > Reader found this fun, more ways to annoy and poke and proad at Jax, finding his constant target on the Reader absolutely hilarious > Reader always calling the oblivious rabbit pet names!!! *Toots, Fluff butt, Shnookums (Only because it pissed Jax off and everyone would laugh), babes, Etc Etc, > Jax STILL oblivious to the reader ;0; taking it as her teasing him and pushing him and oh no we cant have that!!!! Jax haaates it. Secretly likes it HATES IT- >Despite the tension between the two Jax would often threaten Caine or sneak the other circus members things of value to be around reader. not knowing why- HE IS MADLY IN LOOOVE he wanted to be around Reader!! SMUT >Jax in heat is something i dont think even he saw coming- like they are digital code- BUT DAMN- > Stuck in his room alone humping a pillow and pulling his ears over his face embarrassed beyond belief at his own actions > Reader was coming to annoy Jax concerned why she didnt see him at breakfast (His favorite meal of the day may i add- >Knocking on his door reader had a shit eating grin "Sleeping in pookie?" She calls through the door only a groan and a loud huff was the response she got >Thats rude. Reader thinks and just assuming he is having one of his man period days- Reader enters his room- and boy is the sight she sees amazing- Jax face down and ass up with a pillow under his hips, face flushed a deep purple and his overalls down to his waist- > Reader and Jax are just staring at eachother with wide eyes >"G-GET OUT!!" "Nah i dont think i will" >Lets just say reader helps the little bunny get the relief he was so looking for- >They dont argue as much anymore-

----------------------------------------------------- THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I hope you enjoyed your request and it was too your liking! im still getting back into writing so its a slow process!! let me know what you think!!! thank you so much!!! <3333

#x reader #jax x reader #tadc #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus #jax

[storiesandthingsofthatnature]

You Can Cry If You Want To

Summary: You made a promise to yourself long ago that you would never cry again. However, unhealthy coping mechanisms lead to even worse ones. However, Leon is here for you

Word Count: 1.6K

Pairing: RE4! Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, cursing, a single slap that was heard around the world, ummmm, that's it? Do let me know tho!

Disclaimer: Nothing to report :3

A/N: So I'm back again but with something fluffier this time uwu Have a comfort fic :3 I'm probably going to add a rules thingy to my blog and pin it to the top soon so be sure to look out for that if you wanna ask me to write anything for you! :D

Anyways, enjoy!

Being in this line of work you have to come to terms with the fact that you’re going to carry some heavy weight. From the deaths of your teammates to a failed mission that ultimately led to casualties. Not every task ended with a happy ending; human miscalculation and error will always be a consequence. But that wasn’t what bothered you today. No, this was a battle that you had been fighting ever since you could remember; mental illness. 

You had bi polar disorder - an illness that has caused a lot of strife in your life. You had hoped that enlisting into the secret service would be more than enough to distract you from your personal qualms but it just seemed to make it worse. However, jumping out now would just fuck you over financially and you weren’t sure just how long it would take to dig yourself out of that hole. So, you grinned and bore it. In front of your superiors, in front of your colleagues, and especially, in front of Leon. 

Leon Kennedy was a man of high regard and well respected amongst his peers. You were no exception. It was always an honor to work with Leon and a mission became more secure when he was around. But with constant contact comes welling feelings and you couldn’t stop yours from appearing. It was a slow burn, a small cinder that slowly grew into a healthy flame that now resided deep within your chest only for Leon. You could never tell him, however. You were sure that he had someone outside of work and that you were no way in league with him. So, you just let your feelings fester, an unhealthy way of trying to rid yourself of this puppy crush. 

And with unhealthy coping mechanisms comes unhealthy actions - you hurting yourself. You weren’t doing it because of Leon, but the added stress of possible unrequited love was enough to overturn the teetering table that was your fluctuating moods. It always started the same, your manic episodes; you become quiet yet violent to where you go on a small rampage. After you nearly demolish the area around you, you just sit down and sob. 

After a certain amount of time, you made yourself a promise that you would never have such an episode again. And, right before you entered the service, you started your streak. Through all of the shit and harsh training, you never broke your self promise. How embarrassing would it be to shut down like that in front of your team anyway? Especially Leon. 

You could never let them know about this side of you. But because of this you were left with a single, toxic mechanism which was cutting into your arms. You felt lucky that you could wear long sleeves with your uniform but you also wore bandages so as no dirt or sweat could get into the wounds. You craved the pain but you still wanted your arm. 

Lately, though, you were becoming quite sick. Due to your stress your stomach was beginning to twist in an agonizing way and migraines were becoming normal. One day, you couldn’t go in at all. You called in and practically begged for a day off. Of course you were to be given harsher exercises to make up for it but you were let off for the day. You could sob from the relief. You settle deeper into your bed and try to sleep off the pain that your body encapsulated. 

 However, a little under an hour later you heard a frantic knock at your door. You give an annoyed groan and throw off your covers with such force that they fell to the other side. You stomped to the front door of your apartment and you swung the door open with no regard to your bare arms. You were just so tired and sick that you just wanted to be left alone. You wanted to get this encounter over with and go back to bed. But your heart sank to your knees, your sharp tongue catching in your throat. Leon Kennedy was standing in front of your door and your brain was trying to process why the fuck he was here. 

“Leon?..W-what are you…?” You begin to say but stop completely at Leon’s expression. He looked intense, very contrasting to the worried look that was etched on his face when you opened the door.  “Y/N…” He said it in a way that sounded surprised yet heartbroken. You raise an eyebrow at him but when you follow his gaze you see what he noticed; your scars. You go to hide them but Leon’s calloused fingers enclosed around your wrist. “Why?” He wasn’t going to ask you the question of what this was. He knew but he just wanted to know why. 

You hide your eyes behind your hair, unable to look at him. “It doesn’t matter-” “Yes it fucking does!” He didn’t mean to sound so enraged but you were obviously lost in some sort of self depriving darkness and he wanted to know how or why so that he could fix it. But you didn’t want anything to be fixed. Everything was fine as it was, why couldn’t he see that? “Why are you here, Leon?” You ask and the expense of tiredness was evident in your heavy-lidded eyes and Leon’s heart clenched. Have you even been sleeping?

“You never miss a day of training. I wanted to make sure that you were alright.” He explained himself and you sigh. “Well, you see that I’m alright so-” You gesture for him to move back so that you could close the door but he kept his foot on the threshold. “We’re not done here.” He practically growled at you and your sanity was beginning to crack. “Leon, please. I do not have the energy for this.” You rub at your temples, your love for his caring nature now a jab in your side this time around.

He scoffed at you,”Right. And then the next time we talk about it you’ll come up with another excuse - no. We’re talking about this now.” He said as he tried to make his way in. However, you felt something deep within your mind snap and you slapped Leon. He reared back in shock, holding the side of his face that you struck. “I’M FINE, DAMNIT! WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT?!” You yelled, a familiar sensation welling up behind your eyes. “Leon please, just go.” You turn on your heel to hide your face, frantically wiping at your eyes to try and coax your body to stop and not betray your promise. 

“Damn it, it won’t stop.” You sniffled, your guard down. You hadn’t noticed that Leon had come up behind you, grabbing your waist as he slid into your apartment with you. “Leon! Let me go!” You struggle but then he sits criss crossed in front of your sofa. He places you in his lap, encaging you in the softest hug you had ever had the pleasure of receiving. “Oh.” You say in surprise from the gentleness and what Leon said next shocked you. “Cry.” You blink once and make a sound of confusion. “You’re not okay, [y/n]. And your body needs to get it out and you’re not letting it. Please. Cry.” He brought your head against his bicep, you subconsciously clinging to his shirt. 

“I don’t….I don’t…Need..to..” You try to reason with him but you feel the first few hot drops fall down your face. Your last line of defense was biting your lip but your whimpers were far too powerful. You let out a small sob which then transitioned into a symphony of wails. Your grip tightens on Leon and you shove your face into his shirt as you let out years of bottled up emotion. And he held you tightly, rubbing soft circles into your back as he threads his other hand through your hair. 

You cried for a little while, but sobs turned into sniffles which led to you passing out. Your body had finally let out everything and now just needed rest. Crystal drops lined your eyelashes as you slept in Leon’s arms, your reddened cheeks and nose leftover from your crying. 

Leon stayed sitting for a while, not wanting to disturb you. But once he felt that you were deep in sleep he rose in place and found your room. He laid you out on your bed, having pulled back the covers to tuck you in. After you were snug as a bug, he hesitated in place. He felt like the respectful thing would be to leave but he didn’t want to go. But, his mind was made when he felt your hand grip his. “Stay?” You ask, your voice a little heavy with strain. 

Leon smiled and nodded. “For as long as you want me to.” He says and you give a smile of your own. “I fear you may never have another day to yourself again then.” You lightly joke but hope that he would receive it in favor. “Is that a threat, [L/N]?” He teased back as he climbed into bed next to you and pulled you into his embrace. When your scars were in view, he would gently leave ghost kisses behind along the raised bumps and you felt yourself falling in love all over again. He was so scared that he would hurt you, but he still wanted to show that he was here for you. “Oh no, Mr. Kennedy. That’s a promise~”

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #re4 leon #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x y/n

[risetherivermoon]

spoke about this briefly before, but heres a more in depth post w/ me rambling about my idea and explaining the au by showing off my notes and everything

anyway, the idea im talking about is like a social media/twitter (i will not call it X, fucking bite me) thing about the teens using twinote (an app that can make fake tweets) mixed with me using my own art to add stuff to it, and the idea of maybe making a secondary blog to answer asks as the characters,

this format idea is mixed with an au ive been thinking about involving hell and heaven stuff, (im not immune to hazbin hotel hype nor am i immune to any kind of bible fanfiction) so heres some notes about that;

basic desc:

Taylor is a prince of the 7th circle and a Hell-born demon, he makes friends with Scary/Terri, a sinner who died in the 1950's, a long with her guardian/step-dad TJ/Terry Jr. (sinners in this universe tend to go by secondary names instead of their human names) while messing around the city that Scary & TJ live in, Scary and Taylor stumble upon Lincoln, a fallen angel, who has just fallen from Heaven, Lincoln starts staying with TJ and Scary, since he has nowhere to go. Eventually Normal, an angel, trespasses into Hell from Heaven, in an attempt run from his home. Normal is found by the rest of the teens who are now trying to make sure Heaven doesn't find out that Normal is in Hell

(edit: contents for this au can be found at @3sinnrsn1angel)

additional notes & more yapping about my ideas below the cut, be warned!!!

- Scary & TJ live in the 7th ring of Hell, each circle is a different city & has a different monarchy

- Taylor as hell royalty is an angel hunter. Scary is also an angel hunter

- angel hunting is treated as a sport by the royals, and as a bounty-hunting type job by the sinners, done when angels fly overhead of hell to deliver messages and keep demons in line, there tends to be a lot of air traffic that makes hits easy

- tho this universe mostly surrounds hell & heaven, people can still cast spells and do magic, though its a skill you have to master

- TJ is a magic user and runs a magic shop, he and Scary live in the overhead apartment above the shop

- Normal's grandfather is a part of Heaven's council, which means Normal was a high ranking angel

- Lincoln's father, Grant, was also a part of Heaven's council before Link's falling

- Hell Demons buy and barter sinner souls constantly, and it has become a competition between the royals to have the most souls as well as angel kills

- Hell Demons & Sinners are cool with angels co-existing amongst them, and will not hunt them if it's an angel on the ground and out of uniform (most angels who go through hell are wearing heaven garbs) though it will bring weird looks and comments people are mostly unbothered by it, Heaven is unaware of this or that angel refugees are living amongst sinners

- this applies to fallen angels as well

- this will probably be a polywagon fic, ill see where the wind takes me

(hermie does exist but 4 the sake or spoilers ill leave the info on them to that)

the rest of the details i have written down about this au are spoiler-adjacent but this is what ive got for you! heres a little bit more about the formatting style i have in mind, im sorry (not sorry) about yapping so much i just like to info-dump

basically ill be using mostly fake tweets using twinote, as well as messages between the teens also using twinote, i did kind of some tests to get down the kind of energy i want for this and to see if this format works well with these characters so ill show some ss of that here as an example:

(all pfp art is by me)

theres also the factor of me not using this blog to post this series and using a secondary blog, id mostly be doing that to make sure asks and content of this project is secluded from my other stuff,

speaking of asks, id use the ask box on said account to get questions and do a type of q&a thing where the audience can ask the teens questions and ill make art for/write them responding to it, also maybe responding to questions from a creator & ooc pov

i also make art just for funzies and if it fits in the plot anywhere, as well as making the characters pfps n stuff, heres an example a little by showing off a piece that (if i decide to really commit to this which i might since ive been having this idea rattling around in my head for a bit) ill be using in it (prob 4 pfps)

(using this to also show off the teens designs for this au lol)

lemme know if yall find this interesting because im pretty into it already lol, and ill see what i can come up with for getting it all started, if u got it this far congrats you read all my yapping! also id love to answer any questions abt this au as well (ooc obvi)

#dndads #dndads s2 #dndaddies #dungeons & daddies #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies fanart #my art #dndads fanart #dndads fanfic #dndads fanfiction #dndads fic #my writing #polywagon #scary marlowe #terri marlowe #dndads taylor swift #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li wilson #link li wilson #normal oak #normally oak swallows garcia #normal oak swallows garcia #hermie the unworthy #terry jr stampler #tj stampler #henry oak #grant li wilson #autumn rambles #autumn rambles like hell #🍁

[daughterofthequeen]

Big Baby

Pairings: Poe Dameron x reader

Request: can you maybe do poe dameron with a reader who just had to get incredibly painful shots and he goes to the appointment with them and just comforts and takes care of them during and after? im goin thru it rn LOL. totally okay if not tho!! <3 /gen

Requested by: @slide-the-ferret

Warnings: Needles(a personal fear of mine as well), it’s just a fluffy little one-shot nothing major, crying?, use of (y/n) a few times.

A/N: Yesss anon I 100% get what you mean. Now excuse me I gotta go water my grass with my tears because I don’t have a Poe Dameron to comfort me, in my times of pain and need😭 and the scenario of why they had to take shots I just pulled that out my tushy, meaning quarantine shots are not canon. I hope you enjoy.

Quarantine physicals are the worst! Why do I keep putting myself in these positions. It’s an easy mission, they said. You’re only scouting, they said. We’re relying on you, they said. The resistance has been looking for a new base and it’s proving pretty difficult. Every available fighter is constantly on the go, checking out any leads, back to back. I try to stay away from those types of missions though, all because of one thing. The quarantine physicals. After coming back from an exploration of an unknown planet, said pilots are required to be quarantined until they are cleared of their physical. It’s to make sure no undiscovered illnesses or anything of that nature came back with the pilot. And I’m pretty sure you can guess what happens if a unknown illness does come back, the planet is marked off the list of “maybe” planets and put on the “stay clear” list. And hopefully one of the known cures the doctors have work on said illness, but people coming back sick is rare, basically nonexistent. Recently, a well hidden planet actually came up on our scopes and guess who had to check it out? That’s right. Me!

All other pilots were out on their own missions, when I had just landed from a previous one with the rest of black squadron. Lucky me. I mean don’t get me wrong I would give my life for the resistance, but if medical shots are involved, it’s a hard “no” for me. It’s bad enough we have to get them every time we have an regular annual physical so, why would I add more to the list willingly.

Anyway, I’m currently sitting in the waiting area of the doctors office, waiting for my name to be called for my own quarantine physical. Normally, Poe would be in here with me. Yes it is against the rules but Poe and I are a special case, he helps the doctors by keeping me calm enough to take the injections. Wait a minute. Where is Poe?! He should be here by now! I quickly turned on my wrist comm preparing to tell him to get his butt down here but just as I was about to, he comes running through the door out of breath.

“Right on time.”

“Sorry I’m late.” He said as he takes a seat next to me.

“You forgot didn’t you?

“No. No, I didn’t forget. I just-“

“You forgot.”

“Yeah. Yeah I forgot.” He said lowly and we began laughing. It doesn’t take much for Poe to make my worries go away. It’s part of the reason why he’s my best friend. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok, you made it, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Just as I said that my name was called, and my anxiety went through the roof. Walking into the medical room, me sitting on the bed and Poe sitting in one of the guest chairs.

“Let’s see, (Y/n) (L/n), born on (P/n), occupation-pilot, what’s the last 4 digits of your chain code?”

“7980”

“I see that you’re here for your vaccine shots?” The nurse asked sitting down my medical folder.

“Yes.”

“Ok just sit back and relax, I’ll be back soon.”

I sat back, but I could not relax. How could I relax, I’m about to get stuck with painful needles. How do people find this easy? I didn’t even notice my leg bouncing until I felt Poe lay his hand on my knee.

“Relax.”

“Why do people keep telling me that?” And for some reason he found that funny.

“Because your stressing yourself out, and because the more tense you are the more it’s going to hurt. So you might wanna take the doctors advice on this one.”

“I don’t understand how people are able to relax during these things. The size of the needle doesn’t matter, they all feel the same. Painful.”

“Because of how quick the process is, the only reason it takes so long for you is because you fight the nurses. I’m pretty sure they know you by name, and the only reason they ask is because of protocol.” He laughs.

“Oh shut up, Poe.” I said while folding my arms as the nurse walks back into the room. Poe took this as his queue to stand and grab ahold of my hand, to comfort me and just in case he had to pin me down I suspect.

“Okay. I seen that you have a physical coming up. Would you like to get the shots for that out of the way now or wait?”

“I’ll wait” I said nervously

“Well in that case you only have two injections today.”

“Only?” I mumbled.

“You ready?”

“I guess.”

“Here is number one” I always feel bad for Poe, with how tight I squeeze his hands through these appointments, I’m pretty sure they become sore after. But he never complains so I don’t know for sure. Then I feel the needle piercing each layer of my skin agonizingly slow, and the pressure of the liquid being push into my arm.

“And number two.” This time I pressed my face into Poe’s torso, which he welcomed. And the same painful sensations went through my arm again. And soon the aching will begin throughout my arm, keeping me from being able to use it.

“All done, let me type up your papers then you are free to go.” The nurse said while walking back out to her computer.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.”

“We go through this every time Dameron. Yes, it was that bad. I just held my breath this time.”

“Did it work?”

“Barely.”

“Well I say that’s a win either way.”

“Alright you’re free to go.”

“Thank you.” Poe helped me down of the medical table and we walked to my room. I knew the pain was on its way, my arm was already starting to ache.

We made it inside my room and I sat down on my bed as Poe started the same routine that always follows after any appointment that includes me getting stuck with metal sticks. It’s the same every time, he starts my shower, while I’m in the shower he goes to the dining hall to get us both a meal, by the time he makes it back I’m already under my blankets, he joins me, we eat, and I end up falling asleep. It’s a very relaxing process and very sweet. I hear the shower start and I immediately stand and grab some clean pajamas and head to the bathroom seeing Poe checking the temperature.

“Remember to the warm water run in your arm to help ease the pain.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Okay, I will be right back and don’t wait til’ you get sleepy to get out the shower. You got lucky last time.”

“I was fine.”

“If you call falling asleep and almost falling in the shower fine. You’re lucky I forgot to ask what kind of juice you wanted. Speaking of which, what’s your choice for today?”

“Surprise me. And I had it under control.”

“You keep telling yourself that. Hurry and get in before the effects start kicking in, I’ll be right back.” I listened and got in the shower, making sure to let the warm water hit my arm. The steam from the shower, being freshly clean, and the side effects of the medicine was all starting to kick in. My arm was now aching and I was get sleepy. I got out the shower put my pajamas on and made my way to my bed. All of a sudden I felt my bed dip which woke me up from a slumber I didn’t know I was in.

“Wake up sweetheart it’s time to eat.”

I grumbled as Poe helped me sit up and once he made sure I was awake enough to eat he sat down my plate on my lap. He then got situated beside me and we started eating. Out of nowhere a sharp pain went through my arm causing me to let out a groan.

“Medicine starting to kick in?” To which I replied with a nod. I handed him my plate and he sat both to the side. He stripped off his tops layer of clothing so he was comfortable and got the both of us under the blankets. I made my place on top of his chest as sleep was calling me, and he was not helping as his hand was gently scratching my scalp.

“Thank you for always being there for me Poe.”

“Always. You mean more to me than all the stars in the galaxy. And whatever you need no matter how big or small, I’ll be there to help as much as I can.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“We’ll in that case there is one thing you can do.”

“And what’s that sweetheart?”

“Find a way to keep those evil people away from me.”

“What evil people sweetheart?”

“The doctors and nurses. They’re always trying to stick me with something, I’m starting to think they’re enjoying it.”

“Baby it’s their jobs and it’s only to keep you and everyone else safe. I mean you gotta admit needles aren’t that bad, the only thing painful about it are the side effects.”

“Excuse me, I have you know that needles are not as painless as you think, I swear I can feel every single layer of skin that the needle goes through.”

“I have to get shots too you know and they’re not bad.”

“To you.”

“You’re just a big baby.”

“Whatever.”

“But you’re my big baby.”

“Go to sleep Poe.”

And we did, enjoying the peace that being in each other’s arms brought, until the next morning when we are woken up by the alarm that lets everyone know, it’s time to get the day started.

#requested #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x you #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader

[octopodeez]

Lol you ready for this? Its long. So I have an oc that I made originally for the specific reason to fuck Doflamingo. Its not me directly doing it so it's fine Lol. I might be horny but i gotta draw a line. But I got Waaay to carried away with this and made my oc fuck my 3 main blonde simps (Spoilers up until post dressrosa idk where you are so warning) here's how it happens

So remember when Dof was in Jaya while the strawhats were in Skypiea? Remember that. My character, who I named a weird name so I'll just call them Z, is from Skypiea. As the strawhats go up, he gets, for lack of a better word, thrown down by Enel. Z is blood related to the Shandia (the tribe from skypiea). He basically was pissed and threw himself at Enel early to try and kill him and got royally fucked up. Then was just dropped of the edge and proceeded to fall the 20 thousand ft down through the different layers all the way down until a little before he hit the normal ocean. Cut to Doflamingo, leaving Jaya, loud scream getting closer and closer. Everyone looks up and there is a person falling out of the sky. Buffalo stopped Z in the air and then released, Z falls the rest of the way and lands literally right infront of Dof and smashes into the ground. Z then in a delirious rage, completely fucked up stands up saying some shit like "ILL BURN THAT GOD ALIVE!" and then passes out.

Doflamingo: lol ima keep it

Z is a freak might I add, and at this point, not normal at all. He also truly has no idea what the world is like since they only were ever in Skypiea. Dof takes advantage of this of course and molds him into his vicious personal hitman. (Of course they fuck that was the point of this lol) So Z gets sent out on these long ass missions to hunt down anyone dof says to, doing this earns him the title of "Doflamingo's Hell Hound" since his thing was hunting donw people who thought they got away and 'dragging them back to hell'. The last time Z is sent out he comes back to a now destroyed dressrosa just days after luffy kicked dofs ass. So...now he's just alone?

That being said he tracks down the strawhats lol. But not for revenge, he literally has no idea who to ask about what happened and "why not ask the bigger fish" he thinks. Cut to when he eventually find them, shit gets angsty. Now he's learning all the shit that was blatantly kept from his knowledge. Sure Z was already killing for dof, but what do you mean all the toys were real people and an unimaginable number of people were suffering from so many different angles? So he now learns the whole truth and is devastated. attempts to unalive self right infront of the strawhats. Of course they don't let that happen tho, you know these guys. So now he's really lost. Z then spends like 3 months with these idiots, every stop hes like "alright im leaving" And then for an unforseen reason continues to stick around. This is when Z gets a taste of love from another blonde. Sanji

(Notes: Z is transmasc, and if you didn't know Dofs fav food is Lobster, so I just say he's a seafood person) Z never asked for anything ever, so he basically ate whatever was given to him, if at all, his whole time with dof and into his time with the strawhats. Z barely eats and will avoid the kitchen because of it but Sanji won't let anyone go hungry so he trys over and over to get Z to eat an actual portion for his size. Then one day Sanji makes some meat and Z finally gets a whiff and is like.."what smells so good?" Turns out Z loves meat, luffy level type meat lover. He, without realizing it, hasn't had a single bite of anything besides seafood for now years! Now Z is eating and sobbing at how good the food is every meal; and now he won't leave sanji alone. Z spends a lot of time just hanging out while Sanji cooks, asks to try anything and everything since he wants to now explore the world that was unknowingly denied to him. Sanji slowly is falling head over heels, but fighting it cause "I'm not gay I swear" lol. But Z just looks at him one day and says "well...it's not gay if you don't want I to be, i wont say it is" and that was truly all Sanji needed to hear lol. They fuck like once, but their relationship is just entirely romantic sweet tooth rotting fluff where Sanji unknowingly mends Zs abused heart by giving him the complete opposite from what he was used to. But these two never label themselves. The enjoy each others company and sanjis already panicing about a label, plus Z dont care, so they just exist together for this time until the day comes where Z leaves his temporary home with the strawhats. Sanji now sad as hell, but Z basically tells him he made him love life again and promised to see sanji again someday. reluctant as he was, they let each other go.[Something something if you love someone let them go?] Yeah Z never says It but he is fighting some deep turmoil where he's like "if dof breaks out of prison, he's gonna be pissed and I will not put that on the people who changed my life so im leaving now for real before i marry the guy fighting bisexuality" yea sanji and Z really could have had something if Z had been told that Dof really, truly, stood no chance against Luffy in the slightest anymore, but anytime he asked how dof got beaten all he ever heard was, "yea luffy kicked his ass, it was pretty crazy" so he never really knew that until later when he put two and two together himself

Alright, next blonde! Z now is a wanderer looking for an outlet for his.."talents" you don't kill for a warlord and not come out of it good at the task Okay so this is where my brain hasn't created yet, I'm still actively building this self indulgence story so I'm working on it lol Somehow he ends up with the Revolutionary Army and joins them. he hits it off with everyone, really fits in to well, and when he mentions he spent some time with the strawhats that only makes things easier, now step in ✨️Sabo✨️ these two are both unhinged, yes, but it's like they pass back and forth a braincell and when one is crazy the other is the anchor in that moment and vice-versa. They "friends-to-lovers style" there way into a relationship where they only acknowledge that they are together way after they realize, "oh shit are we dating?" And that leads to Z finally spilling how he feels like he betrayed Dof despite everything and that he couldn't live with himself if someone he cared about got hurt cause of his past. But you know Sabo, he's not even slightly worried about it, and basically explains to Z that if a specific 10ft tall pink bastard with sunglasses tried anything, the entirety of the Revolutionary Army would definitely not have an issue stopping that; Especially if Dof was alone. This is the first time Z has ever had someone say they would protect him (but if he had said something with the strawhats you know they would have made that clear) so now happy ending for him, he's living now and in a real relationship.

To summarize:

Doflamingo: man who already thinks himself a God sees a "fallen angel" fall right infront of him and he said "Profit!"

Sanji(along with the rest of the strawhats): brought the Light back to this poor bastards life and showed him that life is worth it (aw ☺️)

Sabo(along with the Revolutionary army) gave him a home, familiarity, and a good cause to fight for while simultaneously directing his skills into.

So that's how I made my 1 oc fuck the psycho blonde, the people pleasing blonde, and the unhinged blonde lmao

Ask anonymously? Nah

I’d take a bullet for Z he’s my actual hero

#long post #i loveeeeeee this

[soleilnomoon]

† all the devils are here: modern au & arranged/contract marriage au feat. hayakawa aki x reader.

† setting: modern day, year xx23, spring

† starring: hayakawa aki, first son of the main hayakawa family (25) & y/n, the bride-to-be (23)

† feat. cameo appearances from: mr. hayakawa (aki’s father), mrs. hayakawa (aki’s mother), hayakawa taiyo (aki’s younger brother), & others .

† summary (of sorts): y/n has always been in her sister’s shadow her entire life, and she plays the meek, unassuming, naive younger sister role incredibly well. too well, if anything. aki, in comparison, has always had the spotlight shining brightly on him; his arrogance isn’t a flaw or misplaced, it’s well-earned — there’s a difference. and, according to him, it can’t be considered nepotism if he’s the best at what he does. the hayakawa family has had their hands in finance (private & public sector) over the past decade and are currently moving into politics — the main branch is run by its austere matriarch (aki’s grandmother), and she is highly selective  of who marries into their family. aki knows not to fuel his grandmother’s wrath, but a large part of him absolutely detests having someone else plan his entire life without his input. both y/n and aki are incredibly ill-suited for one another, but they’ll need one another’s help to get what they want — for y/n it’s freedom from the path of mediocrity and unattainable dreams; for aki, it’s freedom from the rigid society he’s grown to hate.

† word count: currently at 3k.

† contains: fem reader, nsfw (18+ mdni), blood money, corrupt politics, arranged marriage where both parties have their hands tied (figuratively), dry humping publicly (the scandal of it all), idk cute stuff like getting caught while masturbating, public sex (probably), fwb shet, jealousy (idk what to tell u), alcohol consumption, smoking, blackmail, degradation/humiliation (i’m not sorry), aki’s family is the worst™ (but so is y/n’ lbr), enough angst to drown in 10x, enough smut to make even me blush (u know the vibez), betrayal bc i don’t love myself, reluctant enemies to lovers (not exactly enemies, but aki’s a brat as u know), maybe a bit of magical realism, plot twists on top of plot twists, & probably some kind of violence (we’ll see tho).

† chapter 01 — occlude — (complete)

† chapter 02 — ephemeral — (in progress)

† chapter 03 — corazón — (in process)

† last updated: 02/05/23

† hiii! ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ thanks for taking the time to read through everything, & i do hope you enjoy the story i’m tinkering away at. not sure how long this fic will be (story of my life), it’s smth ambitious (ofc it is), but i def will try to update as consistently as i can (we’ll see tho lmao). as i write, i’ll update the warnings list.† if you want to be added to the taglist then you can drop a comment or send me a message and i’ll add you!

† as previously stated, this is a modern au/ arranged | contract marriage au fic; i’ll try to keep as close to canon as possible with characterizations — and trying to incorporate elements from csm into a modern world setting is a little tricky, but i’m making it work i think, who knows atp.

† i have an idea of how i want this to end (unsurprising), and i don’t always stick to outlines so we’re all going to be in for a wild ride, u already know what time it is w.  me; just know that it’s a dark romance w. a lot of drama, there might actually be a happy ending yk, we’ll see.

† taglist: @strawhatsoraya

#tumblr kept deleting my draft but i finally finished god #series: all the devils are here #csm x reader #csm x y/n #hayakawa aki #hayakawa aki x reader #hayakawa aki x y/n #aki x reader #aki x y/n #csm fic #csm angst #csm smut #more tags to come probably

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer, Issue #16: Infection

We have finally reached the last Issue of The Infection Arc, with another lovely (or rather, creepy) cover presented to us. Knowing what awaits us in the future both in the story and in real life, this feels just eerie.

We start out with Tangle visiting Tails and Sonic, being puzzled by seeing Sonic running inside a wheel while hooked to a device that monitors his physical functions, which are read by Tails. While Sonic is just happy to see her, Tails has that look that just says “Please, don’t ask me about this set up”. It’s kinda hilarious.

Tangle figures that this is just something they do in their downtime and is down for using the wheel herself (I know I’m repeating myself - but I love Tangle; she’s so much fun!). Sonic tells her that, since he doesn’t infect metal, she should be fine. Tails adds how Sonic’s super speed drove the infection into remission, with Sonic figuring he had cured himself.

Tangle questions the two about what had happened, with Sonic giving her the rundown: Eggman lost his memories, becoming Tinker, but is back thanks to Starline and his newest invention infects everyone who touches the silvery goo and turns them into Zombots. Sonic and Tails were trying to figure out if Sonic is contagious, with Sonic adding that he probably should let Amy know he’s fine, and Tails notes they should warn everyone about the Zombots. Tangle then decides to inform them of her own adventure with Jewel, Whisper and the Babylon Rogues.

Meanwhile, Eggman and Starline are inside Eggman’s new flying fortress, the Faceship (something Starline is a little uncertain about; wait till you see the Egg 'Stache Flyer; seriously, the Faceship, which resembles the Space Colony ARK, isn’t even the weirdest thing Eggman created).

After they fly off, Eggman shows Starline around, noting how he’s using the Chaos Emeralds as a power source. As they enter the chamber where the Metal Virus is created, Starline notes how they don’t have enough to infect the whole world, but Eggman assures him that they don’t need to make more.

Eggman’s first target is Windmill Village, announcing to them how he does recall their kindness and generosity when he was still Mr. Tinker, and this is his way of thanking them. He then proceeds to drop the Metal Virus, engulfing the entire village, with everyone turning into Zombots. People are screaming and running away, but one by one, they all become mindless robots.

It is incredibly creepy and brutal, and it is over in just a few minutes, with Eggman and Starline observing the chaos below. Starline praises his idol for his genius, even crying out of sheer joy that Eggman held up to the legend he heard. Honestly, having a character working with their idol would probably be one of the most heartwarming stories ever written - except this is Eggman and Starline. They get to be happy at the cost of other people.

Back to Sonic, Tails and Tangle; after Tangle finishes he story, she offers to work with them to take down Eggman, which Sonic agrees to, attempting to high-five her.

But then, we see something silver on his arm.

We then make a quick return to Windmill Village, showing everyone as Zombots and being told to spread the infection. One Zombot touches a tree, leaving a handprint on it, which also spreads out. If you still had doubt, this makes things clear - no fauna nor flora is safe from the virus.

Returning back to the ill-fated high-five, Sonic notices that he isn’t cured, quickly dodging Tangle (who falls flat on her face; she’s fine tho) and runs off to find Eggman’s base. Tangle comforts Tails, telling him that she’s sure he’ll find a cure.

As for Sonic, he notes that things are rather detached. Usually, it is “Eggman does something, Sonic stops him”, but this time, things are different. We also get flashbacks to Sonic Unleashed and Sonic and the Secrets Rings, showing us Sonic as the Werehog and Sonic having the Flame of Judgment (aka a flaming arrow) stuck in his chest; with Sonic reminding himself how he already dealt with weird ailments, figuring he’ll come out fine.

I will add it here, I wish we got more anime/cartoon/comic adaptations of the games. I absolutely loved the Sonic Unleashed adaptation in Post-SGW Archie!Sonic. Also, I really want SEGA to bring back the Storybook Series, if not for the games, then at least for the story (Sonic and The Black Knight rules!).

We then observe the sun setting over Windmill Village, with the Metal Virus spreading over night, inflicting a Flicky.

The Flicky then soars over a city, preparing us for the utter chaos that will ensue in the following arc, known as The Crisis City Arc. 

However, not before we do a slight detour.

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[thatone-highlighter]

hey i saw ur tags on that one fahrenheit post & i'd love to know more about base 6 (+ if you have any recs for understanding it) ! i'm not familiar with it but it sounds cool <3

Okay gonna be honest i have no idea what post youre talking about, but i am not going to turn down such a blatant chance to talk about bases so here we go!

So since 1. I dont know you or how much you know about bases at all (and you say you dont know much) and 2. I want this post to be as helpful as possible i am going to explain this as if you have never heard of a base before in your life, so if you’re more familiar than that just hang in there

So first off, what is a base? A base number is basically the amount of digits you have to represent a given number. For example base 10 would have 10 individual digits, base 12 has 12, base 2 has 2, etc you get the picture. The three main bases i can think of that most people would have at least some level of familiarity with are base 10, base 2 and base 60.

Base 10 is just your normal numbers almost everything is done in base 10 or if not is converted into base 10. Base 2 is binary, it has 2 digits 0 and 1. Base 60 is what we do time in, its kind of a bad example because we actually use base 10 to get the 60 digits you need but time and angles and all that stuff that caps at 60 or 360 is base 60 (pretty sure angles are technically base 60, could be base 360 but you get the idea).

Bases work by when you run out of digits in your base, the row to the left goes up one and you start over. For example in base 10 when you get to 9 thats the last digit so it ticks over to 1 and 0.(numbers in based start at 0 so the tenth digit in base 10 is actually 9 not 10, 10 is not a number in base 10, just as 2 is not one in base 2 and 6 is not one in base 6). The trend continues on as well, when you get to 99 it goes over to 100.

For general use tho, if you wanna know a base thats not base 10 you need to know how to convert it back into base 10, otherwise its only understandable to you or if you happen to come across someone who also knows that base. Warning This next part might get a bit complicated. To convert a non-10 base into base 10, you need to be a bit familiar with your powers, im gonna use 2 as an example because its small and easy.

Lets pick a random number in base 2, 1101001. So i have no idea what number that is those numbers mean nothing to you and nothing to me, lets make it mean something. To figure that out were gonna need our powers of 2,7 of them starting at 0. From right to left we can number the digits 0-6, and thats the power they are each get. The number im each of those rows (in this case 0 or 1) is going to be multiplies by 2 to the power of whatever power that row is, and then we add them all together. It should make a bit more sense in a minute after i do this example. So lets start from the left to the right.

1*2^6 , 2^6= 64, times 1 is 64.

1*2^5 , 2^5= 32, times 1 is 32

0*2^4 , 2^4= 16, times 0 is 0

1*2^3 , 2^3= 8, times 1 is 8

0*2^2 , 2^2= 4, times 0 is 0

0*2^1 , 2^1= 2, times 0 is 0

1*2^0 , 2^0= 1 (anything to the power of 0 is one), and then times 1 is just 1 still.

So now we take all of those numbers and add them together. 64+32+0+8+0+0+1= 105. So the number 1101001 in binary should be able to be rewritten in base 10 as, 105. And lookie if i chuck it in an online binary converter

So now that we know 1. What a base is and 2. The basic principals on how to convert based back into base 10, ill explain base 6, and then of course why i like it.

So base 6 is a base system with 6 digits, 0 1 2 3 4 and 5. When you get to where 6 would be, you write 10, because youve hit your limit of digits you dont have anymore you need to move one row to the left. There are other people who are more qualified and suited to tell you how to say what 10 in base 6 should be called than i am, but generally in my head i will just say the digits (example, instead of saying 14(fourteen) i would say 14(one four). Makes it easier not to get confused when you convert)(side fun fact 14 in base 6 is ten) and then if i say it out loud i will automatically convert to base 10.

Everything i said before with base 2 applies to converting base 6 into base 10, the biggest difference being because base 6 has more digits you wont get a small number represented with so many digits. Base 10 does use less digits to represent big numbers eventually but its a lot bigger than anything you would ever need to use it for. I personally have very rarely ever needed to go above 2 digits for what i use base 6 for.

One of the biggest reasons i like base 6, and what i use it for almost exclusively, is how it lets you count on your hands. So most people have five fingers on each hand yeah? And base 6 has five numbers (excluding zero). Therefor, using holding up no fingers as being 0, you can, using just your two hands, count all the way up to thirty-five. Just on your hands using your fingers. Thirty-five is a Lot more than the usual ten you can represent. Its really good for counting numbers that are just above ten you would normally have to just try and remember once you run out of fingers. You just count, every time you add one more after hitting 5 fingers, the “ones” hand goes back to zero and your “tens”(or i guess “sixes”) hand goes up one more, until either you get the number you need or run out of hands!

I hope this makes sense and is as informative as i want it to be! Im going to link some of the videos i watched that got me into bases and helped me learn if you would like to watch those. And please is you or anyone else wants me to clarify anything or has any questions feel free to ask! And inversely if anyone more familiar with bases than i sees an error i made please let me know!

Introduction to based and seximal(base 6)-

Elaboration-

(Also just in general would recommend this youtuber, they have a bunch of other very interesting niche sorts of videos like these ones on bases, i like the ones on W and hangman and also the entire conlang critic series)

#man i love base 6. its so cool and is so much fun to use for stupid shit #theres also some arguments about 6 being so highly divisable making it better than 10 but the vids will go into that more than i can #bonus fun tip for anyone who gets this far: to convert decimal into base 60 for seconds or minutes #just multiply it by 6. and vice verse divide by 6 to get the other way #sorry move the decimal place one to the right and multiply by 6.sorry i do that step in my head #need a quater of an hour? 0.25- 2.5*6=15. half an hour? 5*6=30. them use it for whatever you want. need to know 0.4 of an hour? 4*6=24 mins #figured that one out one day all on my own felt So powerful #anyways random stranger thank you SO much for sending this ask. i got so excited when i saw it #ive tried explaining bases to ppl before but nobody else i know is enough of a maths nerd to find it cool and interesting like i do #Tree Man Posts #bases #base 6 #long post #i feel like i missed something but eh. please ask if you need something elaborated on #other peoples asks

[astrojoy]

did you see what @flavaflavbutitznyork said about you 👀

No I didn't, I checked it out tho

I don't really feel like I need to give a reason since it's my blog and I can choose who I want to see on tumblr. Straight up, I don't block anyone without reason. That blog may not know why but I don't expect them to. I work off of observation and my sense of sight. Sometimes energy or psychic guidance paves my road too. I don't need to tell anyone when and why I block a certain blog. Most people don't care, as we're all people vibing on tumblr and have better things to do. And no, they haven't said anything to me, not from what I can remember or recall. I have eyes though. I'm not blind. Just because someone doesn't interact with me doesn't mean I don't browse and observe blog interaction within the community and other ones

Btw, I confirm, I love positivity

Coming from someone who's had a life surrounded by quite the contrary such as myself, you'd expect as much. Blocking a blog doesn't instantly mean something negative, especially when you don't know the reason why. At that point it's just assuming. Someone could argue, "The reason can't be positive tho" but it's not negative either. Sure, no one would understand without me going into detail, however I'm not here to make anyone understand either. I have my own reasons and it's just that. It's simply a preference based on my personal reasonings that I don't feel like discussing rn. It's like, 11 pm bro ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ id much rather eat dinner and work on my next tarot pac. I've wasted enough time on this as it is 💀

I have no beef with anyone,

Just a simple block, that as I've stated above, is due to what I've observed from afar. I also don't toss blocks around like confetti, I rarely block people and I've only blocked around 3 maybe 4??? I can't remember tbh but it wasn't much. It doesn't have to be a major or minor reason either. If I saw something that didn't sit right with me, I'm not going to force myself to see a possibility of future occurence. I simply move on. I guess some people may take it to heart but I had no ill intent, as you can see, I haven't mentioned these 2 blogs or started some elaborate post on them when I did it

But then again it doesn't matter

If you get upset over someone blocking you then you probably need better things to get upset over. It's tumblr. I'm a user like anyone else. I have preferences too. If someone gets mad at me blocking someone and their mutual its a bit silly 😂

PS - I don't know who you are and its totally chill that you brought it to my attention. You could be an amazing person and that's beautiful ☺💖 but I will add, someone warned me out of fear that there's apparently fake accounts going around and into the asks of some other content creators and inching in asks that may seem quite similar to this one that seem sketchy (sorry if you aren't that person, it just came off odd ig 🤣) If you are that person (only) then stop trying to start unnecessary drama, its childish. Find a hobby or go out and explore if you can :) There's much more relaxing ways to release energy 🥰

If you are a genuine person with no bad intent and actually concerned, this was my response, stay safe and have a wonderful day 🫂✨

[littlemissnoname13]

Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. x Reader)| Chapter 9: Enough! All of you (vol. 1)

Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl…

A/n: This multi-chapter has been in my Drafts since before I started posting on here and I’ve taken out so many scenes from it and turned them into one shots in the past. The series is almost completed and ill just be dumping it on my blog over the next few days because I don’t know what to do with it. Please do not feel pressured to read it. 😅🥲.

The first draft was a bit too rushed so I had to add a few scenes and break this chapter in half. My apologies for it.

Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed

Warnings: mentions of food, coarse language, making out, some slight suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, reader discretion is advised tho

Word count: 1977

Chapter 8 | Masterlist| Chapter 9 (vol.2)

“This?” He massaged the bridge of his nose for the second time that day. “This is your big plan to get even with Pansy?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded eagerly.

“But-”

“They were the best pranksters of their year at Hogwarts Draco!”

“You think we’re the best pranksters of our year at Hogwarts?” George wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at you while Draco continued to stand next to you with his arms crossed defensively. It was only fair that he had some trust issues with them, considering the fact that their history was a bit tainted.

“But it looks like Malfoy disagrees.” Fred smirked, casually shoving his hands in his pocket and Draco fought back another scowl. Oh, They were enjoying this alright. If this weren’t so important to you, Draco wouldn’t have dealt with another second of this.

“Excuse us, one moment.” You said, before reaching for his hand to pull him away. Your single touch, easing his mood by a tenfold.

When you were far enough, Draco took a moment to look at you and understand what in Merlin’s name was going inside of your head.

Sure, what Pansy did with the potion was uncalled for, but surely there must have been something else that had triggered such a reaction from you.

“Please Please Please agree with Fred for this one time, I beg of you Draco.” You pleaded, even going so far as to join your palms together.

“Not a chance.”

“Please.” You pleaded yet again, looking him straight in the eye and that is when he knew he was knee deep in trouble.

Those eyes.

He would have agreed to anything if you looked at him like that—correct, incorrect or straight up lies, didn't matter.

The sun rises in the west? Sure. Trees shed leaves in the spring? Absolutely. St. Potter wasn’t so bad to begin with? Of course.

Draco used his index and pointer finger to grab a hold of your chin so he could get a better view of the whirlpools in your eyes that seemed to always pull him in.

“This is really important to you, hm?” He asked observantly and you nodded.

“Are you going to tell me why?” He asked again, and you shook your head to denote a no.

“If I agree to whatever the Weasels say, will you at least tell me why you have been avoiding me like the Plague?”

You nodded slowly and he let go of your face so you could both walk back towards Fred and George.

“So, where were we?” George asked, looking at Fred with a mischievous grin.

“We were at the part where Malfoy over here was disagreeing.” Fred gestured towards Draco and he took it upon himself to keep this mouth shut and count to a hundred.

“Draco Agrees.” You said, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

“Ow—right. Whatever she said.” Draco muttered reluctantly wondering why he was going through this humiliation for you.

“Sorry. We didn’t quite hear you.” The twins said in unison.

“You two were the best pranksters in your year at Hogwarts.” Draco muttered.

“Perfect.” George chuckled, summoning a suitcase that read Weasley & Weasley.

~~~

Your eyes had barely opened the next morning when you heard a knock on your door.

Astoria was a late riser meaning, there was only one person that would show up at your door this early.

Sheepish smile, top two shirt buttons left open, right hand shoved deep into his pocket and an unusually messy blond head full of hair that had managed to turn wavy.

Draco tossed you the paper bag he was holding in his left hand, dipped his head low to kiss you on the top of your head and walked into your room like he owned the place.

“Almond Croissant. Apparently, they were all out of your usual.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, taking a small nibble of the croissant.

Draco was a creature of habit because he’d almost always use aguamenti to fill up your kettle and fix a hot beverage for himself.

He was obsessed with that kettle.

“I need to freshen up.” You yawned, summoning your bathrobe as he sank into pillows with a cup of tea floating next to him. “I’d tell you to make yourself comfortable, but it looks like you already have.”

He lifted his head from the pillow, and shrugged at this.

“Don’t spill tea on my comforter like that last time.” You warned.

“It was that one time y/n.” He protested, lifting the comforter to look for the past damage. “And I fixed it, didn't I?”

You shook your head at him and headed to the shower. You still owed him an explanation as to why you were avoiding him.

You thought about appropriate explanations as you lathered on shampoo into your hair.

Scrubbing your body clean, you pondered about all the variables that had led to this particular moment in time—Draco Lucius Malfoy sipping tea on your bed.

As a last resort, you settled on preparing a mental list of explanations to give him as you picked the tangles in your hair.

Astoria is sick. Can’t tell you that

Astoria is in love with you. Can’t tell you that too.

I might be falling in love with you. Can’t tell you that either.

Is there anything I can tell you?

Did I bring spare clothes in here?

Fuck.

You wrapped a towel around yourself and tiptoed back to your room. Draco seemed to be deeply immersed into one of your books, giving you the perfect opportunity to tip toe into your room to reach for whatever article of clothing you could lay your hands on.

~~~

The sound of the running water had abruptly stopped and so had your absentminded humming. If his calculations were correct, you’d be out of the shower any moment now.

Suddenly feeling conscious about himself, Draco attempted to put his tea away and sit up straight.

His hands felt awfully empty without the mug so he decided to reach for whatever book you had left open on your nightstand and read it, or at least pretend to.

“Her breathy moans only encouraged him to increase his pace—now thrusting at a speed that was increasingly desperate, almost animalistic.”

What even is this book?

His palms suddenly felt clammy, and small dots of sweat had started to form on his forehead. He couldn’t decide if he suddenly wanted to keep reading or pause to take notes.

Deciding to tear his eyes away from the raunchiest book he’d ever read, he looked up to find you, standing in front of your dresser with nothing but a towel on.

Water trickled from your hair and decorated your bare shoulders and some of it had even managed to collect along your clavicles.

He was suddenly very parched.

Deciding to take the gentlemanly route, Draco tore his eyes away from the sight even though It took him everything to do so and went back to reading the blasted book.

Maybe it was the passage in the book about the protagonist’s hands around his love interest’s throat, or the fact that you were semi nude but he was finding it increasingly difficult to sit still which was strange because Draco never took himself for someone who was easily seduceable.

He had gone through a toxic phase of one night stands and casual flings with girls from all four houses. Yes, even Gryffindor. But he couldn’t recall feeling this hot and bothered about anyone before.

“As much as I pride myself for exercising immense self control, I can only take so much, y/n.” He muttered out loud, training his eyes to keep themselves glued to the book.

From his peripheral vision, he saw your cheeks flush bright pink as you quickly reached for a green sweater and slipped it on.

“Hey! That’s my book.” You yelled when you took notice of what he was reading, causing a smirk to form on his face.

“Well, I’m borrowing….” He read the title of the book out loud in a mocking tone. “..Lacy and Racy.”

“Draco! No—Give it back.” You whined, now walking towards him to snatch it off him.

Luckily for him, he was taller than you were. All he needed to do was hold the book out of your reach.

“Give—it—” You continued to whine as you stretched on your toes to reach for your book. “—Back.”

You were now standing impossibly close to him—arms reaching forward, damp hair tickling his face and the scent of your body wash infiltrating the atmosphere.

“No.”

Draco slowly lowered the book, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. He thought he was the only one but it appeared that your breathing had gotten increasingly shorter too.

“Draco, Please.”

He always thought there were a lot of intriguing words such as blasphemy or serpentine or even trapezoid in the English dictionary. But none of those words sounded as intriguing as his given name followed by “please” tumbling from your mouth.

“Say that again.” He whispered, gently pressing his forehead to yours. “My name, the way you said it y/n, Please.”

“Draco.”

His hands wove themselves into the hairs along the base of your neck as he pulled your face closer to his.

“Take this as a warning,Y/n.” He struggled to keep his voice from getting hoarse. “Don’t ever say my name like that again. Because if you do, I will have to kiss you again.”

He allowed himself the privilege of ghosting his lips a mere centimetre from yours before letting go of you and backing away.

This time round, it was you that leaned back in to crush his lips with yours and it didn’t even take him a second to respond.

This was the third time he was kissing you and his lips had gotten acquainted with yours. It was like they automatically knew what you liked. The amount of pressure, the moment, the urgency.

It wasn’t long before he found his hands running up and down your sides along the knitted fabric that hugged your body.

“Is that my sweater?” He arched a brow, backing away.

“Nope.” You answered, pulling him back into the kiss.

“It has my name on it.” He murmured between the kisses.

“No it doesn’t.”

“Whatever you say, D.Malfoy 07.” He murmured, deepening the kiss as he referred to his name embroidered at the back.

You chuckled at this, and he used your distraction as a means to pick you up from the ground.

“This sweater belongs to me now. So technically, I’m still right you know. It's my sweater.” You giggled, wrapping your legs around his torso—the kiss still continuing to get steamier by the second.

“I didn’t take you for a thief. ”

“And I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy reading smut.” You kissed his jaw and he held back a laugh.

“Speaking of smut..” He dipped his head forward so he could attach his lips onto the skin at the base of your throat.

You let out an involuntary sigh and he silently decided to thank Merlin, Salazar, and of course, the writer of Lacy and Racy.

His gratefulness was rudely disturbed by a knock on your door.

Reluctant and to put you down, Draco continued to carry you in his arms as he made his way to the door.

Whoever it was, he was going to shoo them away.

“Are you going to put me down before you answer that?”

“Nope.”

“People talk, you know.”

“Like I care.” He whispered into your ears as he used one of his hands to unlock the door.

The two of you froze when you were standing face to fact with Astoria and Blaise.

Astoria and Blaise?

“Black lake?” Astoria asked, holding a wicker picnic basket in front of her. “We were supposed to meet up over here beforehand?

To be continued..

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End of chapter notes:

You will see more of Pansy and The twins in the upcoming part. Also, I used this to come up with the name of the book Draco was reading.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco fic #draco fluff #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco series #draco malfoy series #draco x yn #draco x you #draco x reader fluff #Draco x reader

[merakiui]

cant get the self aware genshin au out my head now

and now this is keeping me up at night but im not complaning

so ill just,,,, leave this shir

(you can add more btw bfhdhdh)

-i legit started playing genshin when a friend of mine showed me an image of kaeyas,, chest window, wonder how he would react

-i usually play genshin now more to destress,, and i cry a lot more frequently recently,, how would some characters (like venti, scara, chongyun, childe,,, or any chara) to player having a mental breakdown while shakily logging in genshin, just to see their fav/comfort characs to make the pain less unbearable

- imagine if player is doing homework but having difficulty doing so and playing genshin, but to see that some characters greets them with lesson guides to tutor (who are knowlegeable in certain areas helping them)

i.e. albedo or sucrose helping with science and alchemy/chemistry

Xingqiu with english/literature and helps doing your essays

or lisa with history,,, any business associated characters like ningguang/yanfei/diluc/ayaka/hu tao etc. teaching you useful finance advice

-how would fatui characters like childe, scara or signora react to player eanting to jointhe fatui bc they think theyre rlly cool (and can relate somehow)

-this is a more recent one but how would chongyun react to player getting flustered and screaming with his drummer attire (original source and context: https://youtu.be/uryVPEEFYY4 )

ok this is getting long so ill pause there but yes,,, aaaaa theres food for thought

(new here btw ghfhgf)

anyways sorry if this is too overwhelming,, hope u enjoy it tho GSGFSG

-🌹anon

Oooh, lots of thoughts!!! :D

I think Kaeya would be very smug knowing he was the one who got you to play Genshin (or more specifically, it was his chest window that enticed you into playing). He’ll always find little ways to bring it up so that you won’t forget. Always reminding you and feels pride knowing that he was the first character you saw and appreciated. You have good taste!

I know all of the self-aware Genshin characters would want to comfort you the moment they realized you weren’t doing well! As soon as you log in your favorite characters are there for you, doing whatever they can to make things a little less hard for you. They’ll make sure your commissions are near the teleport waypoints, they’ll make sure you get the best artifacts, and if you’re pulling on a banner they’ll try to make it so that you get either constellations for them or the featured character. They want to brighten your day and mood, even if it’s just for a little bit. A little goes a long way and they hope that the next time they see you you’ll have a smile on your face. If not then they’re very willing to help you through whatever’s bothering you to the best of their abilities!

Homework help!!! They are so ready to help you with your studies, especially if it’s a subject they excel in. Lisa would giggle about how she’s become your little helper as she helps you study history. Albedo and Sucrose are working together to help you through a lab report and Xingqiu is especially eager to assist you when it comes to literature or anything that has to do with reading or writing. Zhongli is very knowledgeable, but be careful when you get his help. Once he starts talking, he won’t stop unless you tell him to do that so you can catch up. He’ll definitely slow his pace if you ask and won’t be offended. Overall, they just want you to get the best possible marks on your assignments, so they’re very serious about helping you.

I think the Fatui Harbingers would like it if you joined. Of course Childe would warn you and tell you that as neat as it sounds to you it’s still a job that deals with all sorts of dark and terrible things. It’s seen as a villainous organization for a reason. He wouldn’t exactly mind if you joined, but he wouldn’t recommend it. Let him do all of the dirty work for the Fatui. As long as you’re willing to cheer him on in his next fight, that’s all he needs! But Signora would enjoy it. She’d appreciate the company, as would Scaramouche and Dottore (though they won’t admit to it).

SWEET, PRECIOUS CHONGYUN!!! >_< He’s so surprised that the reception was so warm and positive. He’s already getting flustered when he hears about it and listens to all of the compliments you give him. He’s got two popsicles in either hand so that he doesn’t lose control completely. It’s a little embarrassing to be in the spotlight like this, but he’s happy that you like his outfit. And as long as you’re happy then he’s happy! He secretly replays the things you said to him in his head before he sleeps because they make him feel loved and appreciated. :D

#chit chat #hello 🌹 anon!!! #welcome welcome!! #🌹 anon #self aware genshin

[ericspinkhair]

unexpectedly becoming a sugar baby

pairing: ceo!sunwoo x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: reader is desperate for money so she has sex with her boss

warnings: lots of oral and fingering, use of vibrator in public , office sex, sex for money

a/n: wrote this yesterday instead of studying for my final. the exam went well tho :) also please send in requests!!!

masterlist + requests

to say you were desperate would be an understatement. today you had received an eviction notice that stated that you had exactly 30 days to either pay back all the money you owed your landlord or leave your apartment.

due to your mother's illness you had to pay for all her medical bills. your father hadn't been in the picture for a long time so you alone were responsible for your mother's health. you couldn't just let her die. but because of all these costs you hadn't been able to pay your rent and now you were on the verge of homelessness.

never in a lifetime did you imagine that you would be begging someone for help. you felt so helpless that you honestly didn't really care how you got the money.

you decided to ask your boss for a raise and were prepared to work your ass off in order to get it.

mr. kim's office was on the fourth floor of the company, one you barely had ever been to. normal employees were usually only to be found on the lower floors so taking the elevator up felt wrong.

you were determined, however, to not let your pride get in the way. the money was more important than how you felt.

you knocked on the door twice. as if to make you feel even more nervous, it seemed like mr. kim waited extra long to respond.

when you entered he was sitting behind his desk. he didn't even look up at you so you just stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do.

'why don't you just sit?' he finally asked annoyed and closed his laptop.

you quickly took a seat and tried to put up a professional front.

'what can I do for you, um…' 'y/n,' you helped him out. 'right, y/n. what can I do for you?' he asked.

'I would like to ask for a raise, sir. you see, I am usually the first employee to enter the building and also most of the time the last one to leave. I do my work reliably and deliver solid results. my coworkers are pleased with me and we also get along well. I think I contribute a lot to this company and wanted to ask whether it would be possible to raise my pay.' you really tried to not make it seem like you had simply memorized all of this and forced yourself to speak slowly but firmly while looking him in the eyes.

mr. kim didn't respond at first but opened his laptop.

'to my understanding you have been working here for a very long time already. your pay is already the highest it can get. there is no way for me to raise it because there is no room for improvement.' he sighed and waited for your reaction.

you started sweating. this wasn't going as planned. you hadn't known that you were already receiving the highest pay. you were barely able to afford food with your current money.

'please, sir. I will do anything you ask of me. I don't care how many extra hours I'd have to work. I can do it. I promise. please give me a chance,' you begged him.

he was intrigued by you. why were you so desperate for the money?

'first, why don't you tell me why you are so keen on a raise?'

was your boss even allowed to ask you such personal questions? you answered anyway.

'my mother has cancer. I am the only person paying for her medical expenses and the treatments are all very expensive. I am about to get evicted because I cannot pay my rent.'

he seemed to be deep in thought. his gaze on you was intense.

your heart skipped a beat when he placed his hand on yours.

'y/n, I'm extremely sorry that you have to deal with all of this. I wouldn't want anyone to have to experience the same thing. believe me when I tell you that I want to help you. you know what? come back tomorrow. I have an idea how I might be able to help but I need to think about it further. would that be alright for you?'

it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. you didn't care about what you had to do. you stood up, bowed deeply and thanked him over and over.

he let out a deep chuckle. you were cute.

the next day you came back again in the afternoon. this time he answered the door quicker and his attention was focused on you from the start. the energy felt much different than the day before. he seemed excited and was smiling at you. this had to mean good news, right? he shook your hand and pressed firmly while looking you deep in the eyes.

'y/n, I came up with an idea to help you. but it is less conventional and it depends on how much you are willing to do.'

'mr. kim, I will do anything,' you assured him. the smirk he flashed you threw you off guard.

'okay then. first, I'd prefer it if you called me sunwoo as we'll be seeing more of each other if you were to agree.'

this lowkey felt like crossing some boundaries but you wanted to please him.

you nodded eagerly. 'okay, sunwoo it is.'

'so my idea is that there are certain things you can do to earn money. I will pay for everything with my own savings and you will receive it in cash. we will start off easy and over time I'll add new tasks. of course, you have the freedom to choose whether you want to do them or not. that is completely up to you.'

the look of confusion on your face must have told him you didn't fully understand.

'it's hard to explain. I'd rather you figure it out by trying it. since today is friday, the task I'll give you is for monday. I would like to choose an outfit for you. I'll send it to your apartment and you have to wear exactly what is inside the box. if you were to do this I'd give you $20 cash.'

that was a weird request. why would he want to decide what you were wearing? did he not like your outfit? did you look disgusting?

'let me get this straight. you pick an outfit for me and if I decide to wear it I get money?' you ask him to see if you had understood correctly.

'exactly. that doesn't seem so bad, right?' you shook your head. it was whatever.

'that's great. you'll receive your outfit and I can't wait to see you in it on monday.' you didn't know if you were imagining it but it seemed like he was eyeing your body. h god, he definitely didn't like what you were wearing.

$20 wasn't much but still more than nothing. and apparently the other tasks would be worth more. guess you had to start somewhere. with the money you could at least afford something to eat.

you say goodbye and continued with work until it was time to leave.

you waited anxiously all weekend for the clothes. sunday you decided to go for a walk and when you opened your door you almost tripped over a package.

on monday morning you tried on the outfit sunwoo had picked out for you.

the white blouse was a bit see through and a bit too tight around the boob area but looked neat otherwise. the black skirt hugged your curves perfectly and made you look quite sexy in your opinion. he even picked out a bra, underwear, stockings and high heels for you. the note he had left clearly stated to wear exactly and only what was in the box. so you did.

you usually wore something more simple and loose but you didn't feel too uncomfortable in this look.

when you entered his office his eyes lit up.

'I'm glad you wore this. it looks very good on you.'

you were sure you blushed a bit at his words. you weren't really used to receiving compliments from men.

'I like it too,' you admit. sunwoo smiled contentedly.

'so would you like to do the same tomorrow? I'll send you another outfit,' he asked you.

this one wasn't bad at all so you agreed. he handed you $20. when you stood up and walked out the door he couldn't stop admiring the way your butt looked in the skirt. tomorrow was going to be even better.

the blouse was almost the same one. however, this time the skirt was a lot shorter. it ended at the middle of your thighs. but that wasn't even the weirdest thing. this time he had forgotten to send you panties.

you felt very unsure what to do. the note clearly stated to only wear what was in the box.

you sighed and pulled down the skirt as much as you could. this would have to do. as long as you were just sitting, everything would be fine.

you went about your day and some time in the afternoon you were called into sunwoo's office.

you were wondering whether or not to tell him about the missing underwear but decided to keep your mouth closed. panties didn't seem to be a topic to talk about with your boss.

'today, I want to offer you an additional task. you will receive your $20 dollars for sure and you can make another 30 by cleaning my office. what do you think?' he proposed to you.

that would be $50 in total. you needed all the money you could get.

'of course. just tell me what to clean and I will be happy to help.'

everything was going according to sunwoo's plan. he was excited and told you you could start by dusting the shelves.

your eagerness was cute and he watched you out of the corner of his eyes.

some of the shelves were higher up so you had to stretch to be able to reach them. when you did your skirt rolled up higher and he was able to see the just the outline of your butt cheeks. he unconsciously licked his lips.

for the rest of the week you continued these two tasks. but you noticed that the underwear kept on missing and the skirts also progressively became shorter.

this was a struggle when you were cleaning and organizing his office. you were aware of your skirt rolling up and you were hoping that sunwoo wouldn't notice.

of course he did. that had been his intention all along. when you bent down he could sometimes get a glance at your pretty pussy. he couldn't help but get hard at the sight of this and palmed his bulge through his pants.

in one week you had received $220. you would have been more happy if you hadn't gotten another bill from the hospital asking you for another $1200. the health care system was simply fucked up. whatever the next tasks were, you had to do them.

on monday you were cleaning his office again. you wanted to pick up some files but you struggled reaching them from the highest shelf. you felt your skirt roll up again.

'wait. I'll help you,' sunwoo announced and walked over.

you gasped as you felt something hard poke your thigh as he stood behind you to reach for the files. when he took a step back you saw the clear outlines of his hardened cock.

unable to hide your surprise, sunwoo laughed.

'this is all your doing.' so he did notice your skirt roll up. wait. had he given you these clothes with this in mind?

'do you want to touch it?' he asked.

you just blinked at him. what? were you perhaps still dreaming? it was possible that you were having a wet dream about your boss. sunwoo was very handsome and you had to be blind not to notice.

'if you help me get rid of it, I'll promise you $100.' he knew you were thinking hard. you couldn't keep your eyes off his bulge, clearly not sure what to think of this.

this was against all the work protocols but you would kid yourself if you said that you didn't want to. not only was he very attractive but you'd do a lot for a mere $100.

you reached for his belt. sunwoo smirked; he had won.

you pulled his pants down and were immediately greeted with his veiny cock.

'you aren't the only one not wearing any underwear, my dear y/n.'

so that had been intentional. interesting. you realized you must have been very naive to have believed that he had simply forgotten to put panties in the boxes.

you started by rubbing the tip softly with your thumb. it was pretty and pink and already leakined pre-cum.

you felt strangely good about having this kind of effect on someone. with a few pumps his dick was completely hard.

sunwoo propped his hands on the desk behind him and leaned back in bliss.

deep moans were escaping his beautifully luscious lips while you were pleasuring him with your hands.

you decided to put your left hand you use as well by massaging his balls.

'fuck! when did you learn to do this so well?' sunwoo groaned.

during high school you had had a lot of sex. it made you feel good and you enjoyed it. now your experience turned out to be lifesaving to you. well, he'd probably pay you even if you weren't as mind blowing.

'hmm, practice,' you simply state.

'if this is already so good I wonder what your mouth can do, baby girl.' being called that aroused you way more than expected. this was so exciting.

'I'll give you another $100 if you suck me off.'

before sunwoo knew it you had already wrapped your lips around his cock. you skillfully bobbed your head up and down. when you looked up at him with big eyes he swore he was about to explode.

with most of the dick in your mouth your other hand was continuing to knead his balls.

he was coming close quickly and grabbed your hair so you would stay still.

he proceeded to fuck your mouth harshly. you felt spit running down the sides of your lips and tears escaping your eyes as he buried his cock deep in your mouth. you tried to relax in order to deep-throat him properly.

he came hard and emptied his load in your mouth. to prove a point, you swallowed it and then opened up to show him.

panting hard he said: 'fuck you're just amazing!'

you looked absolutely delicious with your face full of cum. he had a good feeling you were the right person to do this with.

you licked off some of the white liquid from your lips and smirked at him.

this was definitely not what you had expected what you would be doing but you weren't one to complain.

sunwoo quickly disappeared to search for some paper towels to clean your face. his employees couldn't see you like this.

after your face was clean again he handed you $250. 'you deserve it.' 'thanks.'

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned closer. 'maybe we can do more tomorrow.' ooh, sounds exciting.

'then I'll look forward to seeing you.' with a wink you left.

you wondered how much money you would get for some sexy time with your boss.

the next morning, you couldn't fully button up the blouse he had sent you. the top buttons had to be left open and a lot of cleavage was visible. this horndog!

this time you actually received some underwear but only for a special reason. you found a pink mini vibrator in the box as well.

so you were walking around with a vibrating stick up your pussy. you didn't want to come in front of your co-workers so you turned it off whenever you got too close and waited to calm down.

'did you have fun today?' was the first thing sunwoo said to you.

you laughed ironically. 'I had so much fun pretending I wasn't being masturbating in front of everyone…'

he made you turn around and lifted up your skirt. the outline of the vibrator was visible and he could see your panties shaking.

with one quick move he pulled your underwear down and took the vibrator to turn it off. it came out with a wet plop and juices were running down your thighs.

sunwoo surprised you by sucking on the wet vibrator.

'sit on the desk,' he commanded you.

you did as you were told and sunwoo spread your legs wide apart.

he inserted his index and middle finger which slipped in with ease. your pussy made wet noises as he pushed them in and out of you.

finally having privacy you allowed yourself to make sounds. he made intense eye contact while fingering you, loving the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing him. his tongue easily won the fight over dominance and started exploring your mouth.

you two were basically just sucking each others faces off until he broke off the kiss and lowered his body. he attached his mouth to your clit and started sucking. you pulled at his hair in pleasure and had a hard time controlling your breathing. damn, he was skilled at this as well.

when he felt you clenching around his fingers he withdrew them and you let out a disappointed noise of protest.

'don't worry. you'll have more soon.', he laughed at you. he quickly took off his pants and pulled you off the desk. he turned you around so your ass was facing him.

he started rubbing his thick cock between your ass cheeks and coated it in your juices. every time he got into contact with your tense pussy a shudder overcame your body.

he lifted your leg and placed your foot on the table. the angle from when he thrusted into you from behind was just perfect.

sunwoo attached his lips onto your neck and started leaving hickeys there. at the same time he was kneading your breast through your shirt.

he had barely ever felt such a perfect pussy around his cock. the way you took him in seemed too good to be true.

while his dick was still inside you, he lifted you up and placed you on all fours on the floor.

he grabbed your hips so tightly that he left red marks on them. at this point, he was just uncontrollably slamming into you while you were losing your mind. you were screaming his name loudly, glad that you knew no one could hear you.

as you could feel both of you getting close, he pulled your upper body up to his chest and wrapped one hand around your neck.

the pressure he applied was just enough for you to see stars but not enough for it to be unpleasant.

the lack of oxygen stimulated your senses even more and while repeatedly screaming out sunwoo's name you finally came hard on his dick.

with a few more thrusts, sunwoo's hips started stuttering as well and he shot his load into you. while riding out your highs he was just fucking his cum right back into you.

when he finally pulled out, a pool of his semen started dripping out of you. you suddenly felt so empty. his thick cock had filled you up so good that you were already missing it.

while you were still catching your breath on the floor, sunwoo had gone to get paper towels.

when he came back, however, he seemed hectic.

'I'm so sorry. there has been an emergency and I need to leave right now. I'll leave these here as well as the money.' he placed everything on the desk and walked back to the door.

he turned around one last time. 'I hope we can do this again.' he smiled at you.

you later saw that he had left you $750.

kind of becoming a sugar baby had never been your plan but you didn't mind it. if only the circumstances had been better.

#kim sunwoo smut #kim sunwoo scenario #the boyz smut #the boyz scenario #the boyz sunwoo smut #the boyz sunwoo scenario #kim sunwoo #smut #kpop smut #the boyz

[cheelduh]

How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

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The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

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Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #childe #childe x reader #fanfic #genshin oneshot #genshin tartagalia #kaeya alberich #tartagila #venti genshin impact #albedo #teucer #genshin archon #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia genshin impact

[ivysimagines]

dating casey gardner would include...

hey gorgeous and most likely mentally ill ppl (same) :D

so today I decided I would go ahead and try to make one of those ‘dating __ would include..’ posts (mostly bc i just remembered to start writing and it’s already tuesday night)

this might flop and I might js not post it, who knows tbh

anywho, this isn’t rlly an imagine or anything but i hope you all enjoy.  

warnings: nothing really? cussing, mention of underage drinking

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Dating Casey Gardner would include…

it would fs be awkward at first.

I mean, come on. when is casey not awkward?

she constantly steals your food (“you..gonna eat that?” “yea i jus- CASEY YOU HAVE YOUR OWN DAMN FOOD”)

if you’re not apart of the track team you definitely go to almost all her games and if you don’t it’s for a really good reason.

if you are apart of the team then you guys definitely race to help improve each other’s skill (it’s one of the ways you guys connect)

rare fights but if you have them they’re for a good reason and not something stupid.

you try and respect her parents a lot. 

like when casey is rude to elsa (as she should tho) you would most likely mouth, “i’m sorry” or something like that

elsa constantly has you over for dinner (no matter how much casey tries to tell her you don’t want to she insists)

sharing clothes (if you’re a guy then you would give her your hoodies n stuff lmao)

she constantly asks to workout together and of course you eventually give in

you will most likely have a great relationship with her family and anyone else involved with them (zahid, paige, etc)

evan most likely likes you two together since there’s no bad blood between them. shit you might even be friends with him. 

trying to give sam relationship advice that doesn’t revolve around sex (zahid clearly has that under control lmfao)

movie nights every friday night (or saturday if someone couldn’t make it)

she makes sure you are always comfortable with whatever you two do together

you would probably be added to ‘gardner gab’ (the gardner family gc) pretty early on

she always compliments you (“y/n, you’re pretty” “you’re the most beautiful girl/guy/person i’ve ever seen”)

In the end, you two are definitely the cutest couple literally ever. 

she loves you sm and you feel the same.

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sorry this is short HAHA

i’m tired and keep getting distracted from criminal minds. 

I’ve also decided to unpublish my wattpad story.

I kinda wanna focus on one page considering i’m js now starting. 

anyways, look out for friday’s post loves <3

hint (abt friday’s post): delena rain moment

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There may be random uploads here and there.

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