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kleewie · 1 year

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doc, i think she's crashin' out

summary: he couldn’t stop death. so, death kindly stopped for you. and years later, he’s still picking up the pieces—one shard after another. but you, of all people, know that nothing heals a wound better than letting go. (simply, a bittersweet fic where you reincarnate into someone else’s body and watch your lover in anguish over your death).

→ pairings: diluc, & xiao

→ warnings: not properly proofread (may have tense issues), angst, character death (you), mentions of death, grief, bittersweet comfort, mentions of blood and wounds, trauma (about your death), gender-neutral reader (the use of she on the title is from a song quote called ‘epiphany by t.s’)

→ author’s note: hi, it’s me again. i was supposed to finish this weeks ago but i was exhausted from a fourteen hour flight and it took me a while to get my rhythm back. but here it is and i hope you enjoy it :> anyway, was planning to (maybe?) make a part two. like, what if they find out it’s you in that body. and what’d they would say or do. (yes, ayato was supposed to be in this but i switched him out to be included in a different angsty fic)

and credits to @wholelottaprompts for the angsty prompts!!

beware, lengthy post ahead! more under the cut!

#diluc:

it begins as a normal day. a typical, ordinary, day.

you clean the bed, eat breakfast with your beloved, greet the servants a ‘good morning’, kiss diluc's cheek goodbye, head to the market to shop, say ‘hello’ to a passing kaeya, smacking his shoulder in surprise when he teases you: (“shush! you're going to ruin the surprise!” you laugh).

so, how is it you're freezing? how is it you can't feel your legs? how is it possible to be bleeding out on the cold snow, one hand over your wound?

you don't know—it was such a beautiful day.

all you do know is the resounding pain from your abdomen. the feeling of blood sliding down your body. and the awareness of your inevitable end; all alone on the chilly ice.

you want it to stop. you scream, please make it stop.

but, no words fall out of your mouth.

only complete silence.

hours seem like days, before you hear the sound of boot steps—heavy and frantic, crunching on the snow.

someone comes for you. and you breathe a sigh of relief.

alone. you aren't going to die alone.

“you came,” you weep.

“always, my love.” diluc kneels beside you, placing a pressured hand on the fatal gash. “i’m right here, you're alright. you're going to be fine.”

he's lying.

you can tell.

you see it by the way his eyes moisten at the intensity of the wound. the way he squeezes his eyelids shut, hoping the tears don't fall. the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration, as if praying you don't see how terrified he is to lose you.

“forgive me,” he whispers. “please, forgive me.”

diluc twists, looking back, and you hear him scream. one so agonizing, so piercing. a shout for someone, for anybody, to please save you.

but you can barely think; you're too exhausted, too numb.

you squeeze his hand, “it's the end of the line for us, isn't it?”

“no—” he says, sucking breaths in between sobs. “—we have all the time in the world, darling.”

#after:

you wake up days later, in a warm bed.

the heat's almost too much to bear, so you shuffle all the bedsheets off your body. you sit up, and the sudden awareness hits.

i’m alive! your thoughts sing.

you can’t wait to see diluc! you can’t wait to hug him! you can’t wait to kiss him!

but, a surprised gasp escapes you.

because standing in front of you is a giant standing mirror. and a reflection, unlike your own, stares back at you.

you scream.

it takes two weeks to accept the new, well, you: a sickly child of a pair of gardeners who work at the ragnvindr estate. apparently, you were at the brink of death—wasting away from a bacterial infection you caught weeks ago—and survived.

you know the truth though. their child died. and you took over their body like some demon (why you come back as them? you have no idea).

funny. they're the same age as you (when you died).

so subtly, you try asking the couple about your previous body. i mean, who in their right minds will believe you reincarnated into their child's body? a fever dream, they may say.

but they greet you with clammy hands and wide eyes, begging never to mention that name ever again.

at least, never out loud. and not ever in the presence of the master. because everyone knows how miserable he is from the loss of his beloved.

four years had passed since the incident. yet, his wound still stings as if their death happened yesterday.

still, you want to see him. partly in disbelief and partly in fury.

after all these years he still longs for your presence.

oh, your sweet, sweet diluc.

and because how dare he continue to beat himself up over an accident he had no control over.

that's the last thing you want.

to hurt himself over the memory of you.

alas, the opportunity to see him comes.

the head maid summons you to work as a house servant for the mansion. this was your (the previous soul's) plan to work for the family, who has treated yours with such kindness (only cancelling because of your prior sickness).

so now, you're sweeping the dirt out of the second floor of the dull manor. dusting the windows, wiping the cabinets, scrubbing here and there.

sometimes, you glimpse a wandering shadow. one, whose eyes stare unseeingly—only brightening up upon seeing a covered old portrait of halcyon days.

a scene, you know so well.

a couple smiles at the painter, eyes beaming with happiness.

yet, the ecstatic emotion doesn't reflect back at the man staring at it.

at times, you see an anguished soul. one, who knows how to push people away—barking furiously, at anyone who tries to come close.

even if that person happens to be you.

“what do you think you're doing?” he snaps. “who allowed you to enter this room?”

me, you want to say. it's my room.

instead, you respond with: “my apologies, master. the room's dirty. so i thought it'd be nice to have it cleaned.”

diluc stares, stern and sharp. a moment passes and you see his eyes trail behind you.

on instinct, you look back to notice an opened maroon-colored present on the bed side table.

the lid of the box lays forgotten on the floor,

and a lustrous gold ring sits on the wooden desk.

his gaze immediately softens.

“leave,” he scolds. “and never come back.”

you obey his orders.

sadly, you're banned from the room. but you're thankful you get to stay at the mansion.

and unbeknownst to you, diluc lingers for hours.

peering at the piece of jewelry he bought four years ago as a token of his love for you.

ever so often, you find a sorrowful man—one too grief-stricken to eat. all his meals turn into mush and slop, thinking about how you used to love dining with him.

he remembers sitting with you while he works, your hand in his.

he recalls you caressing his hair, soothing his head from the nightmares that plague his sleep.

he recollects all of your jokes, even the ones that aren't even funny. but you're smiling and it brightens his day.

you, you, you.

he finds the thought of you hard to swallow.

once in a while, you hear the sounds of footsteps tapping at midnight—soft and light on the second floor. he walks with purpose; now and then, lifting his legs high as if trailing on thick snow.

tailing him, you watch as he mindlessly marches towards the end of the corridor. towards your old room.

his fingers twist the doorknob to no avail.

it's locked.

he can't get in. he can't save you.

you place a gentle hand on his back, guiding the man back to his room.

even in his unconscious state, he looks for you.

he searches for you in the coldest of places. hoping and praying, he'll make it in time.

in time to see your radiant smile once more.

(he doesn't)

sometimes, you glimpse a shadow of his former self—eyes staring fondly at a scene you know perfectly well.

“i haven’t looked at this portrait in years,” diluc says, softly.

he leans against the wall opposite of the image, his dominant hand rests within the right pocket of his pants.

in the painting, you and diluc are smiling. eyes sparkling joyfully.

you shoot him a quizzical look.

the curtains that hid the portrait are gone. but you're sure it was there a day ago. certainly, it was him who removed it.

glancing at his peaceful form, you ask, “do you miss them?”

diluc twists a gold ring in his pocket. his fingers brush the cursive engraving of your name.

sentiments of melancholy soar in his chest, thinking about the day you died.

the same day he was going to propose.

a bittersweet smile rests on his face, “more than you know.”

#xiao:

“xiao!”

where is he? why isn't he coming? your thoughts run as fast as your feet carry you—over thick terrain, and sliding repeatedly on the rain soaked ground.

“xiao!” you scream.

swishing your head back, you see the faint silhouette of your attackers. seven treasure hoarders sprint towards your direction, enraged by your successful stealing attempt.

it's a commission, you see. all you have to do is: sneak into a specific treasure hoarder hideout, steal a specified silver necklace, and easily get out.

a supposed effortless commission.

and unexpectedly, it's the job that's going to get you killed.

if it weren't for the bleeding gash on your abdomen, and the flint arrow jammed through your ankle— you'd beat these watered-down weaklings any day.

but you're exhausted from the sleepless night before. drained from crying your eyes out in a jealous fit of rage; all because you couldn't stand hearing the traveler's name, over and over, from your dearest adeptus' lips.

“please, xiao!” you yelp, sliding against a tree root.

shouldn't he be here by now? you wonder. is he the type of person to watch you suffer in agony as revenge for yesterday? of course not!

he will be here the moment you call his name. he will rescue and then chastise you after.

but, a bitter taste wallows in your throat. he's not coming and it's all your fault.

screaming you absolutely hate him to his face? weeping about how unfair his favoritism is? praying you suddenly die a swift death so he can finally be with the person he truly loves?

how stupid can you be!

“i didn't mean what i said!” you choke, as a steady stream of tears fall. “i'm so sorry for everything, xiao—”

a gust of wind cuts your apology, and xiao stands right before you with a concerned (almost frantic) look on his face.

he digests the scene quickly, beating the humans who dare hurt his cherished lover. “foolish!” xiao scolds. “reckless! what were you think—”

xiao's heart skips a beat. turning around, he sees you on the muddy ground. one hand squeezing your chest in a death grip. he hastily dashes to you and places your back on his lap.

“who did this?” xiao snarls.

struggling, you point a finger at your left ankle. xiao immediately notices the flint arrow coated in a mulberry-like tint.

poison, you think. you're going to die.

tears flood your eyes as your chest feels heavier than ever before. like an anchor pulling you to the bottom of an ocean, while you suffocate slowly.

“i don't want to die.” you mumble, between shallow breaths.

xiao places one hand under your knees and another behind your back, lifting you up into his arms. “don't be scared, i'm right here.”

puffs of wind sting your face and you know he's carrying you to help. searching for a doctor, or a merchant. for anyone to help.

a plop of water tickles your eyelash, compelling you to glance upwards. “you know, i don't think i've ever seen you cry...”

unblinking, xiao stares forward and more tears slide down his cheeks. as if sensing the life trickle out of your body, he whispers “do not leave my side.”

you're to tired to respond.

but, you hope the sigh of relief coming from your lips is a loud enough answer.

#after:

past memories materialize in your brain like an electric shock.

you died—oh, archons—you're dead!

your hands shake in terror, and you feel like throwing up.

oh, yes. you do puke your guts out. in front of your newfangled distraught parents.

apparently the blast of information is too much to bear for a seven year old.

(even if your current mind is older than twice your current age)

and your parents don't know what to do: you don't eat, you don't talk, you stare out the window with glazed eyes, you barely sleep at all, even food doesn't help.

and they know how much you love food.

so imagine their surprise seeing their child burst out into tears upon feeding your favorite dish, almond tofu.

tears of happiness? nope. you sob hopelessly remembering your dearest xiao. your favorite person in the whole world.

oh, what you would give to jump back into his arms.

but, no. you're stuck here. you've stolen an innocent child's body. taken the place of that said child. taking advantage of your new parent's kindness.

how it happened? you don't know.

but you're smart enough not to ask.

precautions in case they decide to burn you as a sacrifice to the gods, for figuring out you're a devil in disguise? i mean, you don't know these people. it's better to be safe than sorry.

anyway, the sudden personality change baffles your parents.

a month ago, you nearly drowned playing near the deep waters of wangshu inn. a day after the incident, you remain the same. weeks later, you're having nightmares and talking in your sleep.

what's going on? your parents don't know. they think you're having a delayed response to almost drowning. and they absolutely need to bring a healer to you pronto.

your grandmother, who coincidentally happens to be verr goldet, recommends she takes you into her care while they (father and mother) head to liyue harbor.

they accept. and you're thrown into the arms of your loving grandmother.

some days, she tells you stories about the illuminated beasts known as the adepti. magical beings who protect liyue from demons and vile gods.

grandmother winks, “i hear, a certain friend of mine loves almond tofu. try offering some, and maybe he'll tell you more stories.”

and that's how you're sitting on the floor, leaning against an open window in one of the inn's available rooms.

the mere action beckons child services to scoop you up. i guess, she trusts you not to fall to your death.

anyhow, the plated dish lays perfectly on the window sill. yet, xiao still hasn't come to say hi, and you've been waiting for hours.

why would he come? you think, he doesn't know you.

unsurprisingly, you fall asleep as exhaustion creeps up on you.

and unknowingly, you whisper xiao's name over and over while you dream of blissful days. watching the sunsets and sunrises with your dearest person.

you don't see the yaksha when you wake up though. but the empty plate on the bottom of the window sill attests his visit.

afterwards, you see xiao three times.

your first meeting takes place when you are seven and a half years old. outside wangshu inn, near the shallow waters.

funnily enough, you assume that since you (previous child) virtually died (actually died) while swimming in the said place, you suppose you'd be banned from going near the said place.

but composed grandma has other ideas. rephrasing her words, “face your fears, or face your death.” yes, she loves you and only wants you to be prepared for the worst. then how hard can it be? you know how to swim. it'll be easy-peasy.

so how is it possible you're choking on sea water? your limbs struggle to bring you above the surface, and your neck cranes at different angles to help you breathe.

“xiao—please—help!” you scream, gasping for air.

seconds later, someone carries you up by the back collar of your t-shirt. “mortals and death wishes,” xiao chastises as he drops you on the grass. “leave my name out of this.”

your mouth gapes open in awe. he's here! he came! you're so giddy that you nearly spill the beans (of who you are). “thank you! it's great to see you again!” you beam.

xiao tilts his head quizzically, “...again?” he pauses and then says, “forget it. it's time to move you somewhere else. lest you'd call me again for something mediocre.”

you wince. now isn't a good time to reveal who you are, you figure. he'd likely scoff at your face and evade all contact with you than actually believe your story.

so you keep it to yourself for the time being.

before xiao can seize your collar (well, to carry you around of course), your tiny hand grasps his fingers.

“did you like the food?” you ask, pulling him towards wangshu inn.

he throws a bizarre look, one akin to surprise and turmoil. and subsequently nods slowly, as if testing your reaction.

“let's go home then!” you chirp. “there's more in the fridge.”

xiao stops walking, taken aback. and you suppose your friendly invitation is too much for the adepti. but a short while later, he's behind you, trailing after your footsteps.

four years pass and now you're eleven.

it's time for your daily afternoon walk. as your doctor recommends walking around the shoreline to cure your fear of swimming, you stroll near guili plains.

honestly, you're only permitted to walk near the inn. but hey, what's a life without adventure?

hours pass and you're exhausted from wandering. so you decide to rest beneath a tree to gain enough strength to walk back to wangshu.

however, fate loves to meddle and you end up tripping on a piece of cobblestone. upon inspecting the rock, you notice your name carved on the stone.

and your heartbeat quickens. your name? how could you forget? this is where your life ended, within the embrace of the person you loved most.

a snowy colored flower catches your attention. a qingxin. the freshness of the plant makes it seem like someone placed it quite recently.

actually, spot on theory. a breeze of wind tickles your back, signaling the arrival of a certain annoyed adepti.

“tread carefully,” xiao warns, adjusting the disorderly flowers. “perhaps, try to watch where you're going.”

his words sound awful, but you notice the lack of hostility. inviting xiao to eat lunch at the inn must've done wonders as he's less unfriendly towards you.

you mutter a sincere 'sorry' and plop down on your knees, facing the grave. your eyes watch the adepti in sheer engrossment, trying to make the grave as perfect as possible.

the words flow out of your mouth without much thought, “are you always here?”

xiao opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it. a pause. he repeats the action, following another pause. he's likely contemplating why in archon's name he'd be telling his troubles to a child like you.

and you understand his hesitancy. he barely knows you, you've only met him twice, and he isn't the type of person to spill his whole life story to a kid he knows.

but before you can change the topic, xiao whispers, “unusual it is. they’re gone... i know it. but i always come back, waiting for them to return.”

you’re thirteen when a dream scares the living daylights out of you.

your eyes blink, adjusting to the darkness of your room. clammy hands grip the bottom hem of your t-shirt as your eyes fill up with tears.

how scary it is. to continually have reoccurring dreams about your death day. the drumming of the rain must have triggered the nightmare, as your bad dreams seemingly happen on a rainy day.

“help me... please. xiao,” you mumble, tucking yourself deeper into the blanket.

instantaneously the adepti appears kneeling beside your bed. he lightly lifts the cover; and you, fully-adjusted to the darkness, see a perplexed look on his face.

“the rain scares me,” you croak, voice raspy from crying.

xiao’s expression promptly softens. “don’t be afraid. i’m here.”

he pauses before adding, “...and i don’t like the rain either.”

you nod in agreement. the day you stumbled upon your own grave was the same day he explained about what happened to you—a story you reminisce multiple times in your nightmares.

but you’re in no mood for frightening tales.

grabbing his hand, you ask: “can you tell me a story about them?”

xiao’s shoulders relax, appreciating your reassuring hand. “they love adventures and exploring the great unknowns,” he pauses. “now they are finally flying above the stars, just like they always wanted.”

author’s note: before anyone comes after me saying xiao wouldn’t take that long to save you, his part actually occurs at the same time the chasm escape lore happens. so the moment he shows up was the only time he actually heard you calling his name. ‘cause we all know he’d come running to save you instantly if you called ;-;

also, it’s purely platonic on xiao’s part. we don’t ship pedo in this blog;; he simply treats you as a little sister/brother in the #after sections.

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swtstrwbrris · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 deeply in love with you ; miya osamu 𓆩♡𓆪

pairing: timeskip!osamu miya x f!reader

genre: fluff and cringy osamu

warnings: nothing much, just heavy dialogue

"I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now" from friends to lovers prompts by @wholelottaprompts

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You were having brunch with a couple of your best friends, catching up on their lives since the last time you have gathered together.

"My husband always comes home with a bouquet of flowers. I don't know how he got into it but now my living room is becoming a garden." One of your best friend swiped across her screen, showing you her flower filled living room. You guys somehow managed to get on the topic of their partner's habits.

"He's such a sweetheart. This is embarrassing to say out loud but whenever we come home, my boyfriend has this habit on helping take off my shoes." You could see the blush across her face. You couldn't help be feel your cheeks flush, imagining how it'll be like if Osamu did the same to you.

"What about you, Y/N?"

"Um..." You tried to think. You weren't really used to talking about your boyfriend, especially when it comes to a topic like this. "He has a habit on kissing my cheek before we eat and whenever... um he carries me to bed." Your head hung low, trying to hide your beat red face. You heard your friends squeal in lovesick as you jerked your head up, trying to shush their embarrassing act.

"Oh ho ho, I didn't expect this from Osamu." One of your friend smirked, nudging you as you hid your face behind your hands.

"Man, I rather have that than flowers now!" the married female pouted, feeling jealous. "Say, how long have you been together?"

"About a couple of years." You noticed your two friends exchange suspicious looks

"You guys act like a married couple." You almost choked on your drink, pounding on your chest. "I mean if I was to witness this, I'll definitely be thinking "they're newlyweds."" Your friend waved her fork around. You and Osamu has touched upon the topic of marriage before but they two of you thought it it's best to take things slow, and just to let it happen naturally. With Osamu new business, you definitely didn't want to add more stress on top of what he already has to handle with.

"Let me tell you this Y/N. Men like him don't come by often. He's a keeper for sure. Don't let him go." You cheeks were in a shade of deep red. For the rest of brunch, your two best friends ended up giving you relationship advice, advice on men and marriage preparations.

The day went on and your head was wrapped around the reactions of your friends from earlier. Walking down the street, your eyes followed the couples walking pass you, full of love and admiration. They reminded of when you first started dating, always drowning in each others eyes, find each and every opportunity to see each other, even if it's just a glimpse. You couldn't help but to giggle at how childish it must've been but realize how much you've grown with Osamu as years went on, together as a couple. Strolling down a familiar path, you stop in front of your boyfriend's onigiri shop. You hide behind a pole, observing your lover through the window. You could never get tired of this sight. His hat over his gray hair, highlighting his dreamy eyes. His all black uniform, clearly a little too small for his muscular body as his muscles on his biceps would squeeze against the fabric on his sleeve whenever he flexed from his movements. His half apron, securely hugging his waist perfectly, you knew people would die to see him like this, but you were proud to know that you have his heart, and he has yours. His charming smile on full display as he chatted delightfully to the group of female customers before handing them their goods, giving them a wink as he bids goodbye. The females walked out, faces flushed red yet filled with joy as they scurried away. Your phone vibrated with an incoming message before you pulled your phone out.

my samu 💜: love, why are you hiding behind the pole, staring at my customers?

You entered the store, inhaling the savory scent of rice. Osamu was leaning against the corner, smiling as he stared into your eyes.

"Are you sure they're just your customers?" You questioned, walked over, teasing him as you crossed your arms, pouting. "I don't think I've seen any wink at their customers before."

"Oh c'mon! You know it's one of my customer service charms that'll always have them coming back for more." He mirrors your arms, pouting along. "Why were you hiding behind the pole though?"

"Playing hide and seek." You answered childishly.

"Well, remind me next time when we have kids that I'll be the one handling hide and seek." Teasing played a major role in your relationship but for reason today, you heart fluttered. He observed your silent face in confusion as you normally would have something to say. "You alright, my love?"

"Y-Yes!" You jumped slightly, feeling your cheeks heat up. His eyes lingered on your flushed appearance before leaning over the counter, caressing your cheeks.

"I'm just going to finish up some stuff before I leave alright? Do you mind waiting?" You instantly nodded furiously before he chuckled, removing his hat briefly to brush his hair back through his fingers. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing to the back. You sat on one of the bar stools, hand on your cheeks as you felt how hot they were.

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

You arrived home not too long ago, giving Osamu a hand after you showered as he prepared dinner. The two of you normally took turns on making dinner, today being his turn. You set the table before opening the rice cooker to scoop rice into bowls. You placed the bowls on down on the table before Osamu told you to take a seat as he finished up with the dishes. You took a seat at your usual spot, back towards the kitchen before hearing footsteps approach behind you.

“Dinner’s all ready.” He leans over next to you to set down the last dish, hands resting on top of your shoulders. You looked up, seeing his sweet smile as he dips down to peck your cheek, your heart skipping a beat. Returning to his seat, he picks up his chopstick before noticing your baffled expression. You were avoiding his eyes, staring down at the food. You dared to take a glimpse at him before darting your eyes away, seeing him gaze on yours.

“L-Let’s eat.” You dig in, Osamu sensing something weird about you. Normally, the two of your exchanged conversations about each other’s day or anything interesting you came across. The dinnertime was one of your favorite times with Osamu, as it was the two things you both loved, being with each other and eating food. It was unusually quiet today. You weren’t speaking as much and Osamu couldn’t enjoy the food without feeling bothered by your actions. The air was heavy, you and Osamu couldn’t help but to feel anxious, for totally different reasons.

You offered to wash the dishes after dinner as Osamu went to took a shower. You washed the dishes on auto-pilot mood. No matter how hard to tried not to think about what happened earlier in the day, you shouldn’t shake away your friends words.

“You guys act like a married couple.” The voice replays in your head.

“married...married...marrie-”

“Y/N?” Osamu’s voice pulled you back to reality. “Sweetie, you’re washing your gloves.” He was hovered beside you, pointing at the water flowing down your gloves. You were already finished washing the dishes but your mind was too occupied for you to notice. He takes a seat by the couch, turning on the TV, changing the channel to the sports channel. He sees you walking over, patting the seat next to him. You sat down, feeling his arms snaking around your waist, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey! That tickles!” You felt his soft strands brush against your neck.

“You smell nice.” He inhales, feeling his smile on your skin.

“I would be worried if I didn’t after showering.” You retorted, hearing his heavenly laugh. The two of you got comfortable as he rested his lap on your lap, you fingers playing with his hair.

“What was that run-up attempt? Anyone could tell he was a decoy!” He lets out his fustration.

“Funny hearing that from you, Samu.” You snicker at your heated boyfriend, being reminded of the time he half-ass run-up attempt to only be scolded by his brother.

“Don’t call me that, it reminds me of my bother. I’m getting flashbacks and I it’s giving me the chills.” He shivered, making your stomach vibrate from your laughers. He admires your brightened complexion, his arm reach up to play with the ends of your hair. “Y/N.” You hummed, looking down at him with loving eyes. “I’m tired.” his hands falls and he pretends to fall asleep, snoring unrealistically.

“Hey! Don’t end up sleeping on my legs! They’ll end up falling asleep too!” You wiggled your legs but he doesn’t budge, keeping his playful act.

“Good. They can fall asleep with me too then.” You run your fingers through your hair hopelessly at the babyish grey haired male.

“If you get up, we can cuddle in bed, my samu.” You leaned down to whisper into his ear, knowing that your nickname for him always melts his heart. He shoots up, staring at you before giving you a mischievous smirk. He slides his hand under your thighs before swooping you up, his other supporting your back. You let out a yelp, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stares at you momentarily before attacking your cheeks with kisses. You had to push his face away, hiding yours behind your hands. He notices the tips of your ears reddened. Kicking opened the door to the bedroom, he gently placed you down on the shared bed. The both of you went under the covers, tangling limbs with each other, sharing giggles as you snuggled.

“Hey, Y/N.” He brushes the hairs out of your face. “Is something bothering you recently?”

“Hmm? No, nothing I can think of, why?” You shake your head. Your boyfriend’s eyes was filled with worry.

“You’ve been acting a little weird. I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now?” Your eyes widen, understanding what he was trying to get at. “Did something happen at brunch today with your friends? Did they say something to hurt you?”

“No! It’s nothing like that.” You buried your face in his chest, feeling embarrassment all over again. “It’s just....” He rubbed your back, patiently waiting. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?” You looked up at him for his approval.

“I promise.”

“Well, today at brunch, we were talking about our partner’s habits and they asked about yours.” You couldn’t look into his eyes, feeling your face warming up. “I said that you have a habit on kissing my cheek before we eat dinner and whenever you carry me to bed.” You quickly blurted out, concealing your crimson face with your hands. There was a brief moment of silence before Osamu broke into an uncontrollable laughter.

“So that’s why you’re acting so weird?” He said in between his laughs. “I thought they said something that made you act all weird.”

“They said... we act like a married couple...” You voice muffled. Silence. Osamu didn’t say anything. For some reason, your heart ached.

“Y/N.” You felt his grip around your wrist, removing your shield to reveal you rosy cheeks. “That’s my dream one day. Not to act like a married couple, but to be a married couple. To be married to you.” His voice filled with sincerity. His eyes sparkled with passion. “Is that the reason why you got all muted when I brought up kids?”

“What a great way to ruin to mood, Osamu.” you rolled your eyes, unable to hide your grin.

“Well, I only thought up to marriage but it looks like you’ve already have plans ahead.” You punched your sneering boyfriend on the chest. He playfully winces in pain, pouting.

“One day, Y/N. I promise one day. But until that day comes, I’m going to cherish you with all my might before I have to share it with my future kids.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, my sweetheart.”

#miya osamu #osamu miya #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #osamu scenarios

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wholelottaprompts · 4 years

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∞ Friends to Lovers Prompts ∞

“Do you think they feel the same?”

“We’ve been close ever since I could remember.”

“I don’t want to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore.”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“So we were both pining like idiots for all these years, huh?”

“I’m so scared to lose them, but I’m equally as scared of saying anything.”

“I'm so sick of watching you throw away your happiness for people who don’t treasure it! I love you!”

“I don’t think my heart can take watching you love someone else again.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to admit your feelings for years.”

“Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?”

“What if we were...more than friends?”

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.”

“My mom is going to be thrilled when I bring you home as my significant other for the first time.”

“Am I really just your friend?”

“Have you ever felt like more than just friends?”

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now?”

“We always hold hands, why are you acting weird?”

“You’ve always been right in front of me, I just never noticed.”

“I always thought you were too good for me.”

“You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

“I’ve loved you all my life.”

#pronouns can be changed to your liking!#friends to lovers prompts #love prompts #fluff prompts #friendship prompts #writing #writing prompts #prompts #sentence starters #wholelottaprompts

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sor-vette · 2 years

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Want to read more about eight idiots sharing an apartment and fate? Welcome to "Life of 27" one and all collection of drabble requests set in "The Curious Move-In To Apartment 27"! Name the character(s) (the boys, the reader, Jae etc.) and the prompt and we'll take a side quest into what happened before, what happened in-between & maybe what could have happened.

! separate tag list from the main fic! let me know in replies if you want to be tagged

prompts by @/stranger-marauders, @/person-1n-progress, @/wholelottaprompts

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

“You always make that face when you’ve done something wrong, so what did you do?” | Jae x reader, Jin x reader

“You’re warm.” | Namjoon x reader

“Your hair is so soft.” | Namjoon x reader (explicit)

“I’m not losing you again.” | Jin x reader

“I asked if you had to use the bathroom before I got in the shower!” | Namjoon x reader (explicit)

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that?” | Yoongi x reader

“It’s too cold! Come back!” | Jimin x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

“It’s too early to get out of bed.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“It’s not a double date. We’re just third-wheeling.”

“No, no—it’s all right, come here.”

“I’m not going to leave you. I promise.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“No one deserves to be alone.”

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I remember practising how to ask you out in the mirror.”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but it’s not enough.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Let’s just stay in bed.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“I want to marry you.”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“Hey, you’re not alone, okay?”

“You lost your chance.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

“It isn’t up for debate.”

“I’m fine. Stop asking.”

“You said you’d always be there for me, so where were you? Why weren’t you there?”

“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me, too?”

“Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

“I don’t remember a fight, a reason, so what happened?”

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“What are you talking about? You’re married!”

“Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

“It feels like everyone forgot about me.”

“I’ve been alone for so long.”

“But you promised.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh!”

“I loved you first.”

“You broke my heart.”

“We have to stop.”

“You left.”

“We can’t do this anymore.”

“I needed you.”

“Stay.”

“You meant everything to me.”

“I should have told you.”

“I miss you.”

“It should have been you.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Can you picture it? You and me?”

“You always know what to say.”

“My family thinks we’re dating.”

“You don’t need me.”

“I screwed up.”

“Did you mean it?”

“Well, if I tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret.”

“You’re cute when you lie.”

“You’re freezing!”

“Dance with me.”

“Keep it.”

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

“I can’t be mad at you.”

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Am I too late?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I know I shouldn’t be here.”

“Can I kiss you one more time?”

“I want to believe you.”

“I’m trying.”

“Things will be different this time.”

“Your parents invited me over to dinner.”

“My parents want to meet you.”

“How drunk was I?”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I’m different now.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“I could kiss you!”

“I’ve got you.”

“If you won’t take care of yourself, I will.”

“I’m not going to run away from you anymore. I promise.”

“I’m here to help you.”

“I love you but this tastes like charcoal.”

“I will keep coming back for as long as you want me to.”

“It’s not childish. It’s nostalgic.”

“I didn’t realize you were so sentimental.”

“Would it kill you to be nice to other people?”

“You are never going to win with that attitude!”

“Thank you for never giving up on me.

“Oh, so you heard me when I said your show is on but not when I asked where you put my shirt?”

“You didn’t do the dishes...again.”

“I’m not being ridiculous, you are!”

“Not this again...”

“You’re delusional, your shoes are right here!”

“I swear on my life I didn’t eat your cake.”

“You ordered take out without me?”

“I made you your own dinner, why are you eating mine?”

“You know I love you, but it’s your turn to take the garbage out, and no, I’m not negotiating.”

“You don’t really think I’m getting annoying, do you?”

“You are the reason I see no hope in humanity.”

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2soulscollide · 3 years

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Useful Resources & Tips for Writers

Characters:

Small things to add to your characters (@your-fluffy-murder-writer)

Masterlist of resources for writing disabled/chronically ill/neurodiverse characters (@dogweedanddeathcaps)

Random questions (@the-moon-dust-writings)

Fill out sheet (@nonsex-nonrom-writing)

Neat trait things to give your characters (@scribble-dee-vee)

Tips on writing lation OC's (@thealphabetmurders)

Naming fictional characters (@theliteraryarchitect)

Describing:

Words to describe someone's voice (@yaminasposts)

Describing hair (@the-writers-small-corner)

Describing new settings (@sunnydwrites)

Ideas & Promts:

Teaching ideas (@love-me-a-good-prompt)

Compliment ideas (@wholelottaprompts)

Writing Tips & Advices:

Fiction writing advice posts (@theliteraryarchitect)

Today I want to talk about dialogue (@skywalkersapprentice)

How to write a story (@creativepromptsforwriting)

Giving your plot depth (@isabellestone)

Showing characters are in love without actually saying it (@theliteraryarchitect)

3 tips to avoid overusing "I" in a first person story (@theliteraryarchitect)

Writers guide to unreliable narrators (@inky-duchess)

How to write yelling (@creativepromptsforwriting)

Milestones in relationships (@creativepromptsforwriting)

How to write a story (masterpost) (@creativepromptsforwriting)

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caramelcal · 3 years

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MY 500 FOLLOWER APRIL CELEBRATION

hELLO

so if you don’t know, i hit 500 followers on tumblr (tysm my babies, i love you all <3) sO...here we are with a celebration

UPDATE: I WILL SLOWLY BE GETTING THROUGH THESE, I PROCRASTINATED TOO MUCH AND I’M STILL UNINSPIRED BUT THESE WILL COME I PROMISE!!! (are we honestly surprised???????)

These fics will be for a number of different characters (5sos, marvel, teen wolf, jatp, ginny and georgia too? etc etc) and AUs (i.e royal au, demon au, tattoo artist au, college au etc...) and if you have any ideas do not hesitate to message me!

I LOVE GETTING IDEAS FROM PEOPLE SM YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD

anyway, i have prompts that are below the keep reading thing so if you’re interested you can have a look at em :))

1. “the worst part of all of this is that i still love you’‘ - Prompt by @screnwriter

Michael Clifford

2. “Stay here tonight.” - Prompt by @ketxnwriting

Marcus Baker

3. “You scared me!” “I scared you?” “Why are you creeping around in the dark like that?” “What do you mean, creeping? Unlike you, I live here!” - Prompt by @casualwriter

Bucky Barnes

4. "I just don't think this person's right for you, you should date someone better, someone who gets you, someone like-" "You?" - Prompt by @palettes-and-prompts

Marcus Baker

5. “Our parents are up there planning or marriage having no idea I already know, and now so do you. So listen here, because I have ground rules if you even want to try and make this work cause otherwise I’ll give you hell.” (Royal AU) , prompt by me, but inspo from @creativepromptsforwriting

Calum Hood

6. “Who are you really, ___.” - Prompt by a pinterest user (that’s where i found it anyway) if yknow who they are please tell me lol

Natasha Romanoff

7. “how do you think this ends?” - Prompt by @prompt-dealer

Peter Parker

8. “Surely no being of hell fears another” “and you surely don’t know how hell works.” - Prompt by @mellifluousoctopus

Calum Hood

9. “ “Can you show me your fangs?” Prompt by @alloveroliver vamp au ofc.

Derek Hale

10. “You never learn.” - Prompt by @whumpster-dumpster i’m thinking Gang AU

Michael Clifford

11. “I’m tired of being your secret.” - Prompt from pinterest (if someone can tell me the person that would be fab)

Luke Hemmings

12. “ "They’re cookies." - Prompt adapted by me from @greenestcoat (just so that it was speech)

Ashton Irwin

13. “Does this count as breaking and entering?”- Prompt by @floraltohru

Stiles Stilinski

14. “Listen, I just want to sleep so if you would kindly stop blasting music that’d be great.” - me, i’m thinking new neighbor/roommate au wbu guys?

Marcus Baker

15. “What did you just say?” - Prompt by @promptlywritingideas