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m1d-45 · 1 year

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adorned

summary: you have a gift for zhongli

word count: ~800

-> warnings: i guess… microscopic spoilers for liyue archon quest? sagau things

-> gender neutral reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily

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when zhongli received notice you had called for him, he’d dropped everything. any papers were tucked away in an instant, the thought of keeping you waiting spurring him to action. he walked swiftly to your temple, some of the tension (but not the urgency) slipping from his shoulders at the familiar warmth that washed over him. he moved down a memorized route, barely acknowledging the others in the temple or the greetings they gave him.

you had called him, and he would not hesitate to answer.

his hand shook lightly as he reached to knock upon the golden door of your throne room, the cool metal hot with your presence. his breath had long since picked up, accounting for the quickened thud of his heart and the thick air, but he barely noticed. zhongli was familiar with how you affected him, the unnatural dilation of his pupils a recognized symptom of your voice allowing him entry.

the door swung inwards and his eyes automatically found you, fiddling with a small box. you looked up as the door clicked closed and his breath hitched at your eyes on his. even here, across the room, he felt it as a physical weight, the stars hidden within them glittering in the light flowing from the windows.

the embedded jewels and precious metals along the walls hummed as he walked closer to you, geo resonating beneath his skin and adding to the already heady buzz in the air. your throne looked wrong without you, the gold and silver pulsing in distaste, but he still stood a few feet away from it, waiting.

you walked quietly, and it would be a surprise to see you at his side had he not been carefully aware of your presence in the room. one of your hands was closed gently in front of you, and a careful smile crossed your face.

your lips part, and he feels your words more than he hears him them, his soul responding rather than his ears.

‘i’ve brought you something, zhongli.’

his mouth goes dry and he swallows harshly, reaching desperately for a response. his own thoughts are slippery, unseeable through the haze, only able to think about how honored he is that you chose to get him something.

you laugh, and he doesn’t mind that the cost is his dignity.

at your prompt, he unhooks his earring from his ear, gloves slipping slightly on the back. he offers it to you—do you like it? he could get you one of much better quality in the same style, if you only ask—but you shake your head softly, unfurling your palm.

a bright red ruby hangs on a silver chain, small strings of cor lapis dripping down in a glittering curtain. he can feel from here—how could he not before?—how the jewels’ hum is sated, basking in your light, and can’t help but feel the same way. his ribs clink with resonance, the small glimpse of divine power in his soul barely tempering the thunder of his heart.

your hand raises and he falls on instinct, unwilling to allow you to reach for anything, even him. especially him. not while he has a say in it.

the carpet is plush beneath his knees, softening his weight, and he curls his fingers into it for stability. he doesn’t doubt his balance, no, he’s lived too long to he thrown off by something as simple and practiced as kneeling, but as you tip his chin up, he feels lightheaded.

his eyes slip closed and he lets himself sit before you, focusing only on the ghost of your hand tucking away a strand of his hair. it’s easy to be like this, easy to sink into the carpet before you. thinking comes secondary, as everything else does when he’s on his knees for you.

your nail barely skims the skin behind his ear as you fit on the back, and a shudder rolls down his spine.

your hand settles on his jaw and he drags his eyes back open, seeing yours flick over the accessory. the ends of the strings brush the base of his neck, barely, the jewels soaked with your presence. they’re pure, of priceless quality, geo reflecting perfectly through the stones. he almost wonders where you got it, but the thought is so unimportant that it only stays for a split second.

you straighten, and he wonders if you lingered intentionally. “you look beautiful.”

praises and thanks rush up his throat, filling his mouth and nearly spilling from his lips, but he swallows them down. still, he’s certain you can here the reverence in his words, hidden in the barely-there tremble.

“only for you, your grace.”

#genshin #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau zhongli #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #sagau x reader #sagau cult au #genshin x reader #genshin cult au #gender neutral reader #gn reader #sorry abt the schedule writers block hit like a fuckin truck #and then my mind went ‘zhongli on his knees’ and it dissolved but that’s not the point—#broke out of the haze long enough to finish this; time to cry over the 7 unfinished drafts i’ve had for two ish months

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onlygenxhere · 2 months

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I heard you calling

Julie dug her hands into the sand again and again as the light slowly faded from the sky.

It had been a shit day of an even crappier week and she just wanted to hide away from the world for a little while. It was why she’d told her dad she was studying at Flynn’s and then told Flynn she was tired and was going to call it an early night.

It’d taken her nearly an hour to ride her bike out to the beach but it had been worth it to let go of her thoughts in the sound of the waves and ground herself in the sand under her feet.

It’s not like she could hide in the studio.

That had been occupied by three ghost himbos for almost six months now.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved the guys and Flynn and her dad and even Carlos, for the most part, but sometimes a girl just needed to wallow in some self-pity by herself.

Her tears had dried a while ago and she was just staring out at the waves and the retreating sun when she heard the unmistakable sound of a ghost poofing in near her.

She didn’t even turn to look at him as he kicked off his vans and plopped down beside her scattering some sand on her own bare feet.

“Hey.”

Julie sighed and started digging in the sand again. “How’d you find me?” She looked down at the sand she was playing in, in case anyone was watching.

“You called me.”

She turned to Luke with a frown, the thought of anyone thinking she was crazy for talking to air flying right out of her head at his words.

“I did not!” She hissed. “I’ve only talked to my dad and Flynn. I certainly didn’t call the band phone. I was actually trying to be alone for a change.”

He shrank a little at her ire before shaking it off and leaning back on his hands. “I don’t know what to tell you Jules.” He shrugged. “I heard you call.”

She looked at him skeptically, “You heard me in your head, calling your name?” That would be new and weird and she wasn’t sure she wanted that ability, especially if she hadn’t meant to do it.

He leaned forward crossing his legs and bit his lip.

He ducked his head and was quiet for a moment before shaking it and looking back up at her through his lashes, “No, not in my head.”

The sun had nearly set and she could barely see his eyes in the fading light but he looked nervous all of a sudden like the answer was something she wouldn’t like.

As annoyed as she’d immediately been on his intrusion to her pity party she couldn’t help sliding her hand closer to his in the sand until their pinkies touched in a silent peace offering.

He wrapped his pinky around hers with a little tug.

The moment they touched Luke’s eyes cleared of their worry and she felt the tightness that had been pressing on her chest all day ease slightly.

Julie pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them before she whispered. “Explain, please?”

He sighed as he turned to face her a little more directly, careful not to move their hands still touching in the sand. “Ok, I guess heard is the wrong word…”

“Luke,” she sighed and squeezed his pinky. “Just spit it out. Why are you being weird?”

“Cause it is weird Jules.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’ve had this feeling in my chest all day that something was wrong.” He dropped the hand on his neck to press against his chest like he was showing her where it hurt. “I asked the other guys if they felt it and they didn’t and…” He dropped the hand on his chest to lay on top of hers in the sand and fiddled with her rings. “I just knew you were sad or upset or something and I’ve wanted to check on you all day but you’ve told us not to come to the school anymore and then when you didn’t come out to the studio to see us this afternoon I…”

She flipped her hand over slowly and laced their fingers together keeping her head on her knees and her eyes on Luke. He looked up at her as a smile finally started to tug on his lips.

Julie and Luke had always been more in tune with each other than the other guys. She’d thought it had something to do with how they had shared pain about being disconnected from their moms or how they wrote music together like they shared a brain, but maybe it was more than that.

“Ok,” she nodded slightly. “Let’s disregard that you knew I was having a terrible day, we can analyze that later. That still doesn’t explain how you found me.”

He sighed, “I’m not sure explaining how I found you will be less weird. Honestly it was like some wizard shit.”

Julie giggled pressing her mouth to her knee trying to muffle the sound. Her giggles set his off and before long they were both shaking with laughter.

She unfolded herself and laid back on the sand keeping hold of Luke’s hand and he laid down beside her.

“Ok, I still need you to explain the wizard shit even if it is weird.”

“Ok, ok, I said that because you know in Harry Potter, in one of the last movies that part where Ron leaves and then finds his way back to them, back to Hermonie, with the little light in his chest telling him where to go?”

Julie frowned trying to follow his ramble. “You followed a light in your chest?”

“I mean kinda.” He groaned and rubbed his face. “I’d been feeling so off all day and when you didn’t come see us after school I started to get even more worried and then dinner time passed and we still hadn’t seen you. I needed to know you were ok.” He dropped the hand that had been on his head to his side and looked at her with so much concern. “I needed to find you so I just… did.”

He just did. It made a weird sort of sense. “So you just, what, closed your eyes and thought about me and here you are?”

He nodded, his eyes wide, “Yeah, exactly.”

They looked at each other a long time as they lay in the sand side by side holding hands. She briefly wondered what she looked like to anyone glancing in her direction.

“I’m sorry I worried you so much today. I’m ok, really.” She squeezed his hand. “I had no idea you knew how bad my day had gotten or I would have come to see you before I left.”

“Julie,” he rolled on his side to face her. “You didn’t know and really…” He dropped his eyes and stared hard at her shoulder. “It’s not your job to make sure I’m ok.”

She squeezed his hand again and he looked up at her with those sad puppy eyes and she melted like she always did. “Ditto.”

He grinned and shook his head. “I couldn’t help it.”

“You could have texted me.” She let go of his hand and rolled onto her side propping her head up on her hand. “You could have texted me.” She bit her lip. “What if I’d been in a bathroom or something when you came looking for me?”

He gaped at her. “I…I…” he started to laugh. “That would have been mortifying!”

“You think?” Julie giggled. “So text first…please.” She laid her hand on his in the sand. “I promise I’ll reply. Especially now that I know…”

Luke nodded, ducking his head. “Just so you know…” He started fiddling with her rings again. “Sometimes I know when you’re extra happy too.”

“Yeah?” She grinned at him and kicked his leg. “You don’t come find me then do you?”

He shook his head and looked up at her biting his lip. “We’re usually together.”

She laughed, of course they were. Luke wasn’t the only person that made her happy but ever since he fell into her life she couldn’t deny that she had more than friendly feelings for him.

Feelings that made her almost irrationally happy sometimes.

Luke smiled and pressed his hand against his chest. “You’re happy again now.”

“You seem to have that affect on me.” She bit her lip and ducked her head as she felt her cheeks heating up.

“Hey,” Luke tugged on her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. “You make me happy too Jules.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” Luke ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. It was too dark to know for sure but she thought he might be blushing like she had too. “I don’t know what I’d do without you boss.”

They looked at each other for a long time, neither wanting to say any more than they already had.

It was enough… for now.

Julie took a deep breath and blew it out hard. It was time to head back home, back to reality which luckily included three ghost boys that made amazing music with her and one that she…

“Alright, party’s over,” Julie said pulling herself up from the sand and dusting her jeans off. “It’s gonna take forever for me to bike home.”

Luke stood up with her, keeping her hand in his. It was fully dark now. Anyone would be hard pressed to notice how Julie’s hand might look like it was holding something invisible.

“Mind if I go with you?” He chewed on his lip. “I really don’t like the idea of you being alone in the dark like this all the way home.”

“I’ll have to walk.” She chuckled, “Unless you wanna run beside me?”

He laughed, “I’ll run for a bit and then you can sit on the handlebars and I’ll bike.”

Julie burst out laughing. “That would look crazy!”

“Exactly,” Luke grinned. “Anyone that saw you would think they were nuts.”

She bit her lip and shook her head at him as they headed off the sand toward her bike. There was a stretch of neighborhood they would need to go through where very few people were likely to see them.

“We’ll see.” She winked as she slipped her shoes on after unlocking her bike from the stand.

She glanced over at Luke as they left the beach area. Maybe she would let him bike for a bit. What did it matter if some stranger thought she was crazy, or they were?

She was already feeling pretty reckless… after all…

Julie looked over at Luke again to see him already looking back at her.

She was in love with a ghost.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #happy juke jeudi!#had this idea ages ago and it sat unfinished until last week for months #just didn't know how to finish it #cannon-ish #luke patterson #julie molina #juke

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loveduckyxx · 1 month

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izuku working late isn't unexpected. what was unexpected was the giant ass blanket fort in the middle of the living room. it was furnished with pillows, plushies, candles, and snacks. you turn on a movie and u guys sit together (so wholesome! 😁)... and then the power goes out in the apartment and you guys are left cuddling up against each other in the dark. izuku never realized how close you two were, and you're plush chest pressed up against his arm was making this situation really unfair. sure, you guys have been close together like this before, but the dim candle light casting over your skin made it hard for him to not blush (and just hard in general). you suggest playing a game in the meantime before you were cut off with him pressing his smooth lips against yours. you gasp and hit his thigh playfully once he pulls away, but that led you to feel how hard he was. he grins before he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you again. you could almost feel the desperation radiating from him. "Wanna take advantage of this- er- setting...?"

#izuku x reader smut #unfinished smut #izuku midoriya #bnha izuku #mha izuku #deku #midoriya izuku #one-shot maybe #mdni #spicy-ish

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storfulsten · 10 months

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#corpse husband #amongus #I guess #help me pls #I've forgotten how to draw people that aren't fnf shaped #iiidk brainron not wanting to leave me alone #I know it's just 2 unfinished things plus a weird bean thingamajig but eh #maybe I'm worried if I don't upload I'll procastinate and won't end up producing anything cause I know I won't finish these doodles #and I started to not like the previous corpse attempt much I guess bc the teeth were so lame #so more teeth for better or worse yeehaw #idk if there'll be more corpse art or not tbh maybe I should just doodle more beans cause then I can draw his cute lil friends aswell #like a green sykkuno bean and a red rae bean and the rest aswell maybe ahh the possibilities lol #cause I probably won't draw anyone else otherwise bc learning how to draw more actual people is too much dang effort tbh ha ah well #k will stop rambling about nothing now ok cool #so enjoy more amongus ish corpse attempts or do not it's whatever #among us #I draw what I want #feel free to ignore nws ha #more bombeep and regular stuff soon hopefully fingers crossed #stream 'Never Satisfied' on spotify bc idk good music and also yelling ha #anyways laters k bye

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sage-basil · 1 month

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lotus leaf retainers

#DON'T ASK ME ABOUT THIS- or well. Maybe do #shout out to my gospel 公然の秘密 by 山ウニ on pixiv #I actually think they could like. get along-ish. anyway #this is technically kind of unfinished but it is what it is #nem art #fanart #log horizon #loghora #ログ・ホライズン #ログホラ #anime fanart #digital art #drawing #arists on tumblr #clip studio paint #eins log horizon #nureha log horizon #character art #not ship

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v-3rg3 · 8 months

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smut as my first post, dear god what have i made- wip : [ m!prince x gn!assistant/reader - referred by they/them though written w/ m parts ] - pt 1/?

An uninterested prince sat on his throne, he paid no attention to the suitor before him as they hastily left much like the others that followed before them.

His gaze fell to his assistant beside him, he looked over their solemn expression to secretly wonder how it would differ if they were to show emotion. Either by the product of happiness or something else.

That was where the prince's thoughts wandered, allowing the images to linger. Fingers that caressed the edges of their lips. A hand that rested on the curve of their neck that craned down for a kiss.

The thoughts gave him a sudden excitement. Perhaps too much as it made his crotch suddenly stiffen.

The prince crossed his leg over the other before anyone could notice his erection as it pulled against the loose fabric. However his gaze remained on the assistant and it soon caught their attention.

"Yes, my liege?" They questioned.

Even as the prince had attempted to keep his thoughts in place, he couldn't help but let his gaze wander from their eyes to their lips. He flicked them back up before he got anymore careless.

"How many more princesses in the same dresses must I see until we are finished?" The prince asked in his usual childish manner, shifting in his position as his erection persisted. Unwilling to point out the tension that had unintentionally grown. It could either be translated as apprehension or just the prince's desire.

Even then, he didn't feel the need to risk to find out whether the other felt the same. His conscience may have been obscene at the moment but he wouldn't let his impulsivity win.

"Until you find one that suits you." The prince found their answer to be one he did not favour.

As the remaining thread of his morals thinned, he pointed in front of his throne, "Come here for a moment."

The assistant obeyed, standing in front of him.

"And how are you so sure that any of this will help?" The prince said, the tip of his shoe raised up. Up the assistant's leg and caressing near their inner thigh. "Perhaps I'd like something else rather than this."

The assistant's face remained blank for awhile until it flushed a red hue. A grin spread across his face, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Lightly tracing the shoe's tip a little higher just to tease them. Raising his hand up, holding their chin and turning their face back to him. "Well?"

They began, "This is a throne room —" Though the assistant's words swayed as the prince leaned forward, head tilted against theirs, barely any distance between their lips. "And?" Heated breaths fell against each other, gazes locked and communicated every thought without a word. "You want this as much as I do."

#writing #smut #writeblr #drabble-ish #oneshot #royal au #mlm #gn reader #x gn reader #m reader #male reader #prince x servant #prince #wip #unfinished

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jamietxrtt · 7 months

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“Ted.” Beard’s voice could never be described as particularly forceful— nothing about him really could— but right now he wills it to be clear and strong. “You remember that night I called you, right after I got outta jail?”

Ted forces his way through another shaky breath. “...Yeah.”

It wasn’t right after he got out, really. The first thing he did when he got out was try to make his way home. It wasn’t until after he got the door slammed in his face there, after he tried and failed to find a couch to crash on nearby, after he couldn’t find a job, after he’d spent several miserable weeks sleeping on the streets in the dead of winter— only then did he call up Ted.

“You drove twelve hours round trip that night,” Beard recalls. “All the way up to Peoria then back down again. Just off one phone call.”

Ted’s still hunched over, his hands balled into fists and shaking, but he gives a weak laugh. “Uh-huh. Was a younger man then. Not sure I could pull that kind of all-nighter now.”

Beard pushes on. He has a point to make. “There’s one part about that night that’s always stuck with me. More than the rest, anyway.”

Ted hasn’t stopped shaking, but he manages to lift his head now, looking Beard in the eye. “Yeah?”

“You remember we had the oldies station on to keep you awake. Both of us belting our lungs out to the songs we heard on our parents’ records as kids.”

Ted smiles at that, a real smile, and Beard lets the satisfaction of that bolster him— Ted has always been a sucker for nostalgia. At the time, those old 70s songs they charmed themselves listening to felt like a world away from the present. Now, they’re old enough to start having nostalgia about their own 20-year-old nostalgia. Christ.

He’s never quite been able to put it into words, to Ted or to anyone else, but that night had seemed nothing short of magical to Beard. It had felt like decades since the last time he laughed that hard, watching Ted croon along in his best impression of [some lame 70s artist idk]. He was warm, and with a friend, and even the greasy fast food hamburgers they’d picked up tasted like ambrosia with how hungry he was, and it felt like he was leaving every single ounce of hardship and hurt behind in Peoria as they drove away.

That feeling wouldn’t last in the coming weeks, when Beard struggled and crumbled and the whole thing culminated in that godforsaken stolen car incident. But for that one night, he truly believed it.

Before that night, Beard had always been rather lukewarm on those old 70s songs that accompanied him along in his childhood— most of them were tied to childhood memories, and not all of them were particularly pleasant memories— but even despite that, he and Ted both knew every single word to most of the songs that came on the radio. And the sight of Ted shouting at the top of his lungs along to them, loopy and giggling as they approached five in the morning, just about wiped any bitter taste left out of Beard’s mouth.

“That was a good night,” Ted says now, quietly, his voice shaking with unshed tears. But he’s smiling.

“Yeah,” Beard agrees. “It really was.” He takes a breath. “You know, the part that’s— that’s really stuck with me?”

Ted nods, his smile broadening, already clearly seeing where this was going. “Dolly,” he says simply.

“Bingo, Ringo.” Beard finds it in him to mirror Ted’s growing smile back to him. “God, that was perfect timing.”

Ted laughs. “It really was. I’d have half a mind to think the DJ pulled that one on purpose.”

“I hope he did.”

They’d been on the road, somewhere in the middle of Missouri, when the sun started to rise. Even though they’d been shouting and laughing their way through the night, something about the clouds of pink and orange starting to creep their way over the horizon brought both of the young men to silence. And then, just as the blue of the daytime was starting to take over the purple of night, the most perfect song in the universe began to play on the radio.

It’s been a long, dark night, and I’ve been waiting for the morning…

Ted had broken out into a huge grin. “Aw, man,” he’d said. “I love Dolly.”

Beard hummed along an agreement, but couldn’t bring himself to say much, charmed by the appropriateness of the song. I can see the light of a clear blue morning, Dolly belted out, right as the blue morning did indeed open up in front of the two of them, urging them to leave everything painful behind them. Everything was gonna be alright, and everything was gonna be okay.

“You know,” Beard says, back in the present in the hotel room with Ted. “Now, every time I listen to that song, I always feel twenty-five again. Convinced that all the bad times are over and the world is nothing but my oyster.”

Ted laughs. “Me, too. Somethin’ about music, man. It’s got magic in it.”

“Sure does.” Beard looks down at Ted’s hands. They’re no longer shaking, so Beard takes them in his own.

“Ted,” he starts, his voice more serious-- he’s getting to the crux of it now, and he has to make sure Ted understands. “You know I owe you more than God himself.”

“Oh, come on, now.” Ted tries to slip his hands out of Beard’s grip, but Beard holds fast. “None of that.”

“It’s true.” Beard shakes his head. “But even if it weren’t, you know I’d still be here, yeah? You didn’t owe me anything when you drove straight through the night to pick me up and take me home. Me and Rebecca, and Roy, and everyone else— we’re not doing this out of any kind of obligation, okay? Or pity, or fear, or— or any of that. We’re doing this ‘cause when someone you care about is struggling, you hop in a car— or a plane— and you go to them. Surely you understand that. You have to. You’re the one who taught it to me.”

Beard’s worried he’s misstepped, because Ted’s hands are shaking again, but when he tries to let them go, Ted clings on tighter.

“I’m not used to this being the other way around,” Ted blurts out, and it’s clearly an admission, his eyes blown wide with fear. “I’m supposed to be the one who helps people. Not…”

“Not the one who needs help,” Beard finishes for him. “Yeah, I know, Teddy. I can feel it. But love never flows just one way, does it?”

Ted chuckles lightly. That’s a line he’s used on Beard, multiple times, throughout the past fifteen years. There’s been several times, now, where Beard has twisted himself up in sudden worry that Ted doesn’t understand how much Beard cares about him— not when Ted shows it and says it so easily, and Beard is so quiet about it. But every time he’s come to Ted about it, stumbling his way through half a sentence before his throat chokes up and keeps him from saying the rest, Ted’s been quick to assure him that he knows— after all, he always says, love never flows just one way.

Ted’s head flops down onto Beard’s shoulder, seeming to accept his own words being used against him, and Beard wraps his arms around his friend’s shoulders.

“Teddy,” Ted echoes, muttering it into Beard’s shirt. “Been a long time since you called me that.”

Beard hums into Ted’s hair. “Hm. Sure has.”

The melody to Clear Blue Morning is still bouncing around in Beard’s head. Everything’s gonna be alright.

Ted takes a breath.

It’s gonna be okay.

#written mmmm a month and a half ago ish #no context no context for u #very much a hodgepodge of other fics i've read. if u recognize certain aspects its 100% because i stole them from other fics lmao #i think i will start just dropping my unfinished wip snippets in tumblr posts bc why not #they're not doing any good sitting in a google doc

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kinda-daily-warriorcat · 11 months

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#Day 146 #Warrior Cats #Hawkfrost #Blood TW #He's crushing a glowing moth if it isn't obvious #Bc moths... Mothwing...#This is actually based off of an unfinished ver of a daily doodle around day 10-ish #Was thinking about captioning this Moth Blood but idk #2023 Daily Drawing Challenge

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time-slink · 2 years

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silly little EX from my fabric studies

#my art #hermitcraft #evil xisuma #EX #slinky’s paintings #<-ish lol #i could’ve polished his face a little more to match but it’s funnier this way #he looks like a cat forced to wear a halloween costume #the unfinished bits r because i ran out of time haha

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sodalite-lite · 3 months

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Today's (last week's, really) Trackpad Tuesday is sponsored by: Lying to your friends to protect them! I gave up on doing the dithering sorz Process parts under the cut

#soda draws #taleblr #trackpad tuesday #blood #eyestrain #i keep forgetting parts of my design for him but WHO CARESSS #wouldn't be a fun fandom without that one person who draws bad awkward edgy mspaint fanart #<- i say that endearingly #yeah i colored the gloves. so what they get covered in blood anyway #i have a lot of useless things to say i'm writing this like half an hour after i finished at 2 in the morning i feel a bit panicked #i was drawing this and was like 'this is getting more about me by the minute' whatever THAT means #this was fun for the most part. took way too long. i really like leaving most of the sketch visible but it makes it hell to color #honestly he probably has a better memory than me but whateverrr mann #'so is the blood real or symbolic simon?' that's for you to figure out random person online reading my tags!!!!#whatever my problem is sucks two days ago i could barely get out of bed and today(ish) i whip SOMETHING up after working on it #for like 10 straight hours #i'm mostly just thinking about my unfinished assignments #ENOUGH TALKING INTO THE SCHEDULE FEATURE 4 YOU...

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1emontar7 · 8 days

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My amateur magician bunny girl,, she has no lore, just silly. I invented her during me waiting for bread to rise, will post actual art later tommorow probs, any names for her are welcome, (my friend said name her Jesta 😭😭❓❓) so I'm in debate ,,

#took an hour ish max #unfinished art for now!!!!!!! not for later #my art #digital art #procreate #bunny girl #magician oc #i made her up #shes a day old guys #🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛#🐦‍⬛new emoji i love #😨 like this 1 #im done overtagging i swear #meow goodbye

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coldercreation · 10 months

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Chapter 23: Linizzy - 1011 words (T)

#I felt well enough to write a little bit today so I completed this tiny draft I had started at some point.#It's not super filled in and still feels really draft-like to me #but I enjoyed working on something light and simple! Decided it's sometimes okay to post stuff that's a bit unfinished :)#I hope it's a nice-ish treat for your day xx

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oshiawaseni · 2 years

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The Long Road

So uhh… the past two days I became possessed and wrote another beekydeeky getting together one-shot. I’m pretty happy with this and wanted to share it with you. I hope you enjoy reading! (Full story is under the cut.)

Tags: canon compliant (takes place about 6 months after current manga events), kissing, swearing, hopefully nice Fluff with a tasteful amount of Angst (so not at all like Kohei’s 21 panels of deadchan 😭), Kacchan POV <3

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The Long Road (ao3)

“Kacchan, what are we?”

Katsuki was in his room grasping at his hair. He and Izuku had been in their usual place on the couch in the common area watching a late-night All Might special, a countdown of his top 50 saves that defined his career as a pro hero. It had been just like any other Saturday night of watching a movie with Izuku before bed, a ritual they had somehow formed in their second year after their fight against AFO and the league was over and done with.

They had both almost died… and while he felt he should accept it because of their chosen line of work, things had gotten really, really bad for both of them. He was told he had died for a whole four and a half minutes and Izuku didn’t get a much longer end of the stick either that day. It was nothing short of a miracle Katsuki was still alive today and able to fuck things up with Izuku.

“You idiot… you fucking idiot, Katsuki.” He shook his head and cringed.

“The fuck?” He stared at Izuku incredulously. Izuku looked down at Katsuki’s hand resting on top of his thigh to make his point, it was firmly grasping Izuku’s. Katsuki hadn’t even noticed. He was *holding his osananajimi’s hand* and he /hadn’t/ noticed. Katsuki snatched his hand back like it had been scalded and Izuku looked up at him, tears in his eyes forming.

“Kacchan…” he started, but Katsuki was already getting up and making his get-away to his room. He stopped a moment before the elevator arrived and opened its doors for him, turning his head back without looking at Izuku.

“M’Tired. Goodnight.”

Katsuki bit his lip and was wracking his brain. He knew he had to fix this but he didn’t know what to do. He felt like something was missing. Something he hadn’t connected to Izuku about. And he had been running away from this feeling that’s been growing in his chest for the past year.

He looked at his phone. Three unread messages from Izuku and a missed call.

“The hell are you doing?” He tugged on his hair again. “Izuku…”

When he had woken up from almost dying he had vowed to himself he would never leave Izuku’s side again, no matter what. But why? Why did he feel like this, to begin with?

Why does his body light on fire when he knows he’s being watched by the greenette? Why does his chest tighten when he sees him talking to other people? Why does running his hand through Izuku’s hair to calm him make him feel so elated and alive? When did he even start doing that? Why does his whole body get goosebumps whenever they’re sitting next to each other real close? Why are his eyes more frequently drawn to Izuku’s freckles and slightly chapped lips when they’re alone together? Why does he absentmindedly hold his hand while they’re watching tv…?

And why did this all hurt so much?

Before he knew it, tears were trickling down his face. Why the fuck am I crying?

His brain felt broken. There was surely something wrong with him. But Katsuki knew the root of all his problems was also the cure. So he got up, teary-eyed, and left on his mission to see the person it always comes down to.

“Izuku.”

Now that he was staring at him face-to-face, in the doorway to his room, he didn’t know what to say. He had come down to his dorm without a plan. Which was highly unlike him. But he didn’t feel like himself around Izuku anymore…

Izuku was flush-faced and red around the eyes. He looked like he had been crying into his scrunched-up pillow that was lying in the middle of his bed.

“Why did you… why haven’t you… why are you… Kacchan…” Izuku’s downcast eyes shifted to the floor, no longer able to meet his gaze.

“I freaked. M’sorry. I didn’t answer you coz I’ve been busy thinkin’. And I didn’t wanna leave you unanswered, I guess. Felt like there’s somethin’ I hafta tell you, but now that I’m here, I dunno the answer.” Katsuki’s heart sank after a moment of silence and Izuku’s certain disappointment. He’d screwed things up and now neither of them knew what to say.

“Shit. This was dumb. I shouldn’ta come. See ya in class. Goodni-”

Katsuki about-faced and took a step to leave. He successfully shook off the hand that grabbed his arm but came to a standstill when he felt something immediately shackle both his legs and waist. He looked down. Black whip.

“Don’t run away again.” Izuku pleaded. Katsuki sighed and combed through his hair.

“Like I can.” He turned around and faced Izuku. The black whips shamelessly extricated him and retreated back into Izuku’s body. Izuku blushed and laughed nervously.

“Uhm… Why don’t you come in my room first and we can try to talk there…” he grabbed Katsuki’s hand and quickly pulled him through the doorway, leading him to sit on his bed after shutting the door.

“Tell me,” he said after they sat at the bottom edge of his bed together.

“Okay. Tell you what?” Izuku laced their fingers together and Katsuki had to quell his urge to run away again.

“There’s something, isn’t there?”

Katsuki looked down at the carpet like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. A moment later, he studied the hand holding his own. Felt it’s warmth. Never wanted it to let go. He never wanted to leave its owner's side. Katsuki gave a small nod.

“Somethin’...Yeah. I think so.”

“Kacchan… look at me.” Katsuki obeyed the request with ease and looked into Izuku’s brilliant green eyes that were filled with so much kindness and patience. His heartbeat picked up and he felt vulnerable and self-conscious. Izuku confidently reached up to his face and rubbed Katsuki’s cheek with his other hand. Katsuki didn’t mind it at all. Their relationship and familiarity with each other drastically changed that day. When he woke up, Izuku had slowly wrapped himself around Katsuki, gently hugging him and calling his name over and over while crying the hardest Katsuki had ever seen him cry and there had been a shift in their comfortability with each other ever since.

“Kacchan, I asked you a question before and you said you don’t know the answer, but I know a way we can find out. This might sound like a strange request but I think it’s important for helping us to understand... this.” Izuku squeezed his hand in reassurance. His eyes looked down at Katsuki’s mouth.

“Kacchan.” Izuku bit his lip nervously and he steeled himself with a deep breath. “May I kiss you?”

Katsuki's heart, a lingering relic left behind by the former number 4 pro hero, was now thumping loudly from within his chest. He looked at Izuku’s quivering lips, licked his own lips and swallowed. He couldn’t help but feel like he was standing at a precipice with Izuku and there was nothing left to do but jump. Is this what he’s been wanting every time his heart became erratic when he got close to Izuku? He had to know.

“Yeah,” his voice managed to choke out. It felt like lead stuck inside his throat, thick and heavy.

Izuku wove both his hands into Katsuki’s hair and drew him in. He closed his eyes and Katsuki did the same as he let Izuku guide their faces together. Those slightly chapped lips brushed against his. They were incredible, soft and sweet.

“Kacchan,” Izuku murmured into his mouth with trembling lips.

He felt Izuku’s tongue lightly lap at his lips as their lips danced in a gentle, pulse-like rhythm together. Katsuki’s lips tingled like crazy. Not once in his life had he even thought about the act of kissing Izuku, but Katsuki knew: It wasn’t nearly enough because when Izuku pulled away from his lips and they opened their eyes, Katsuki only wanted more. More. More. He was insatiable. Izuku always made him so insatiable. It drove him crazy. How can he get them to go back to kissing again? Kissing Izuku. Katsuki likes that.

Izuku’s face looked as hot and breathless as Katsuki’s felt. He looked at him with heavy eyes and licked his lips like a starving man wanting every last taste of Katsuki before it disappeared from his skin.

“So… do you remember what it is you wanted to tell me?” Izuku’s eyes were now completely glazed over with want. Katsuki knew because he was in the same condition.

“Nope. Need another reminder.” And Katsuki pounced on him knocking them both back onto the bed. He had never thought kissing his friend from childhood would some day be at the top of the list of things he wanted to do, but here they were.

Katsuki bit Izuku’s bottom lip gently and licked it. Izuku parted his mouth inviting his tongue inside and the two of them tangled together. Heavy breathing became heavier, hands became bolder. It turns out it wasn’t only being watched, but Katsuki also liked being touched by Izuku. Touch me more. His head screamed at him to say it out loud but was only met with a satisfied hum Katsuki involuntarily purred out from deep inside his throat.

He raked his hands up Izuku’s back under his shirt. Nails sunk into his skin. He was desperately trying to fight his feelings back and not hurt Izuku with his desire to be closer. To be whole. Because despite lying together now with him, Izuku still felt so very far, like he was miles away. Katsuki found himself remembering the feelings that had burned into his soul before he died. His wish to be connected to Izuku and for him to be by his side had become so powerful he had started talking to an Izuku in his imagination. Kissing and holding Izuku made Katsuki realise why.

Ah... so this is the true shape of the human heart. We are all just trying our best not to drown from never being truly connected. S’Lonely… Izuku… Izuku… Izuku... My Izuku…

His thoughts and tears faded away into obscurity as they kissed wetly, sometimes ferociously and at other times, sweetly and lovingly. Katsuki finally accepted that he loved Izuku and these feelings for him, while complex, felt all too natural to him. His Izuku was like the gentle warmth of the sun caressing his skin that Katsuki’s heart welcomed earnestly and he needed this sunshine on him forever. Katsuki never wanted to stop kissing him for his entire life. They stopped to take a breather.

“Fuck,” Katsuki breathed into Izuku’s mouth. “Fuck,” he emphasised. He reassessed. Izuku had done a number on him. Katsuki was feeling all kinds of ways throughout his body.

He got up onto his knees and looked down at Izuku laying underneath him, who was looking innocently back up at him, big-eyed and all smiles, like a freaking angel who hadn’t just seduced his best friend and this was all just normal guy friend behaviour. The only evidence of what they had done was the slight marring of his pretty lips. Katsuki’s face grew hot.

“Okay, I get it. You win. I can’t believe I’m saying this.” Katsuki took a deep breath. “I dunno nothing about relationships but I want you. I want all of you. I want you today. I’ll want you tomorrow. I always wanna be with you. T’stay together like this forever. I just fucking love you, got it? I think… I think I always have. Damn shitner-… Izuku,” he corrected himself.

“Now was that so hard?” Izuku said fake mockingly, despite looking like he was about to cry any second from the love confession. “This shitnerd has always loved you, Kacchan. I don’t need anything else. You’re it for me.” Izuku said as he softly caressed Katsuki’s face. His eyes turned melancholic.

“Kacchan… I’m so sorry.” He didn’t say what for but Katsuki didn’t feel he needed to ask. They often avoided the subject of that day because every time one of their classmates mentioned it, Izuku got quiet and retreated into himself, so Katsuki knew he was already pushing himself. Katsuki grabbed onto the top of Izuku’s hand and pressed down, nuzzling into it. “Nah… s’okay. I’m sorry too, Izu. But I am here. Focus on that,” he said as he sprinkled Izuku’s hand with quick kisses.

Izuku nodded then looked up at him with new bold determination.

“Kacchan.” He addressed him with a level of seriousness that rivalled the class rep’s.

“Mm?” Katsuki drawled lazily back at him.

“Please-go-out-with-me!!!” Izuku’s mouth rushed out, with closed eyes, like he was scared to hear Katsuki’s reply. Idiot.

He almost laughed out loud. Screw going out, Katsuki wanted to marry him. When Izuku peeled open an eye after the stifled guffaw, Katsuki just nodded his head and couldn’t help the stupid large smile that bloomed on his face.

“Oh my gosh. Shit. This isn’t a dream, right Kacchan? I’m not dreaming, am I..?” Izuku’s eyes teared up again and Katsuki thumbed the little forming tears away. He pinched at his freckles and shook his head at Izuku reassuringly.

They gazed at each other and Katsuki became lost in Izuku’s emerald orbs. But being lost was fine because Katsuki knew they would always have each other’s hand to hold from now until the very end and hell, maybe beyond even that. And that’s all that mattered to him. It was everything.

“Midoriya Izuku. Where the hell have you been my whole life?”

Izuku smiled widely, all the way up to his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck, tightly embracing him. Katsuki closed his eyes and let himself just be inside the moment. Izuku in his arms, crying, sniffling and giggling into his ear. Getting to live their dream together, side by side. Just the two of them, with one less question to answer in their lifetime.

Katsuki felt pure happiness bubble inside his chest. He may have taken the long road, only to wind up back at his starting point, but this time Katsuki finally knew he was home.

Izuku’s giggle fit ended and Katsuki kissed his green curls blissfully while they embraced. When was it that Izuku’s laughter had become the most beautiful symphony to his ears? He couldn’t remember. All Katsuki did know is that he will never tire of hearing it for the rest of his life.

“Good one, Kacchan.”

- owari

If you made it this far, thank you!!!!!!! I love you! I know I’m not very good but I hope you still enjoyed this one-shot. If you have anything you want to share feel free to comment! I hope bkdk becomes canon with this kind of feeling. I don’t even care how, just make it happen Kohei!!! nfjdndndmdmxmdn 😂❤️🥦💥

#bakudeku #kana writes #bkdk one-shot #bkdk fic #bakudeku fic #Bnha fic #op #I’ve got some meta-ish posts coming soon… they’re unfinished 💀💀#I had to get this brainworm out before them ❤️#thank you for reading I hope you enjoy these posts

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