Me like Chuuya

♡|She/her|20|Hufflepuff|Infp|BSD|gayshit impact|♡

[a-random-weeb]

calling yan chuuya “bro” to see his reaction👀

There's nothing around him. At least, thats what it feels like. He stares at you like you're his world, his everything. No, thats not supposed to be a simile, you ARE his world, his everything. He watches you scream at his TV, a controller in your hand; getting angry at every little mistake you've made, every little loss. Hes supposed to be watching you game, its supposed to be a normal hang out at his house, but thats all irrelevant to him to him. His darling best friend that he wants nothing more than to marry is on his couch, in his house, and the center of this moment in his eyes. His moment of affection breaks when you speak,

"Hey bro, do you wanna play with me?" You beam, oblivious to your mistake. As you offer the other controller, Chuuya hesitates, his lover using a platonic term was not something he accounted for. He slowly takes the controller from your hands, his mood shifting. How dare you use such casual language, they're basically dating and this is how you treat him?! He cant think straight, though hes never been the best at video games, right now he might just be the worst.

"You ok?" You glance over to Chuuya clutching his controller so hard the joysticks break. Your earlier screams of frustration had nothing on the silent anger admitting from his aura alone. He sends you a glare,

"Im done of this fuck ass game!" He shouts, annoyed. Your eyes meet his, full of concern for whatever happened. He throws his controller at the wall.

"Whats wrong dude?" There you go again with the dumb nicknames. Where did you even pick those up?! He feels unnecessarily angry at these names.

"Its nothing," he scoffs through gritted teeth.

"Cmon Chuu, I know its something." You coo, your smile turning upside-down.

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Hahah I give up, i couldnt think of where to take this

[a-random-weeb]

"Melanin? You mean melons? Great idea, we introduce mavuika"

-hoyoverse

[a-random-weeb]

Ive been so busy and drained lately with uni and whatnot, but I'm thinking of writing again. I dunno, maybe, maybe not, or maybe I'll start posting my drawings more.

[a-random-weeb]

Here's a drawing of scaramouche! I think I've improved at least a little since the beginning of the year, I really like the hair of this drawing. I've never really drawn a guy, but really tried TvT

[idkmanskibidi-deactivated202407]

BSD Characters With a Sick S/O

Genre: Fluff, humour.

Warnings: Mentions of death and su!cide in Dazai’s part, pet names. Some characters might be a bit ooc, and this is very cringe, and a lil suggestive. Swearing.

Featuring: Yosano, Gin, Aku, Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jouno, Tecchou,

Format: Headcanons plus scenarios

Various BSD!characters x gender neutral reader (Chuuya uses ‘princess’ once, Dazai uses ‘belladonna’)

Part one out of three

Coloured character names are the characters I’m featuring in this fic

OSAMU DAZAI

-How do I start…

-He’s worried. Like it’s not life-threatening, but he’s worried. Maybe because he won’t be able to do a double suicide with you-

-He’d use this as an excuse to skip work. 😭😭😭

-He somehow gets Kunikida to buy the medicine for him. Maybe some convincing lies, and few casual mentions of extortion. 🥲

-You’d be lying in bed like “Honey I need medicine I’ll be fine on my own for a while; can you go buy it?” And dudes like “Nah, we’re getting free delivery service from Kunikida.” 😘

-He’d feed you your medicine and food, and call you ‘good girl’ when you swallow. My mind just went somewhere else if you know what I mean

-Cuddles

-Still very annoying

“Awwwwww, my poor baby is sick.” DAZAI mocked. He pinched your cheeks playfully. “Maybe I’d get to skip work, taking care of you.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, attempting to throw a pillow at him. He cooed at you for a while, annoying you even more. “Osamu, please stop being a dick for once and buy me medicine.” You broke off in another coughing fit. To that response, Dazai smirked. “Tsk tsk tsk, my dear belladonna, why waste our own time, money, and energy when we can waste other’s?”

“Because,” you responded scathingly, “We aren’t parasites, living off of other peoples expenses. Or I’m not. Maybe you are. Like a leech or something. Sucking other peoples money, time and energy. You’re the embodiment of a parasite.” Dazai gasped, pretending to be stabbed in the gut. Dramatically, he fell to the living room floor, feigning hurt.

“Belladonna! You think this lowly of me?! Oh, the pain you have inflicted upon my poor soul…” You snorted to cover up your laugh. Dazai caught that, and smiled. He stood up, and kissed you on the forehead.

“Goodness! You’re burning up! Sorry sweetie, I have a small phone call to make. Be back in a few!” And he waltzed off towards the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a cup of tea and some blankets.

“Medicine is on the way here. Make sure you sound like you’re dying when I open the door. Kunikida is very irritated today. In the meantime, have some tea and I’ll put on a movie. Anything in particular you’d like to watch, Bella?”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

-Saying he overreacted is an understatement 😨😰

-He probably impulsively spent a lot of money on expensive medicine and stuff that’ll make you feel better 🫡🫡

-You’d be his world, and he’s the major satellite revolving around you

-Personally called Mori to explain why he can’t go to work

-He’d carry you everywhere even to use the bathroom 😭

The moment you told CHUUYA you were sick, he instantly called Mori to tell him he couldn’t go to work.

“Blankets, stuffed animals, food, name it I’ll get it.” He said.

“Chuu, I only have a cold.”

“No. I’m not dismissing this. I’ll get you that plushie you wanted last week… actually, I’ll get my subordinates to get it for you. I’m not leaving your side.” He stated firmly. He picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests, and gently set you in bed, covering you with a blanket.

“Wait here, princess, I’ll get the fluffy blanket you love. Oh and throw pillows. Do want your iPad, laptop, or phone? Never mind I’ll get them all… TV too.” He hurried out of the room before you could stop him. He returned, holding a giant fluffy blanket. You fought back the urge to laugh. He looked so silly, carrying a pile of fluffy fabric. His arms barely wrapped around it, and he looked tinier than ever. He placed it on the bed, spreading it out. He set down your phone too, he turned to get your laptop too before you coughed.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling, shit I forgot about medicine. Right… cough syrup…” He started listing medicine. Chuuya put a show on for you, then went to cook for you. Several times the doorbell rang, it was his subordinates delivering the medicine and other shit he bought for you.

“Chuuya, this is so expensive!” You protested.

“It’s to make you feel better.” He said severely, spooning mash potatoes into your mouth. You were surrounded by plushies, candles, blankets, and throw pillows.

“Oh Chuuya, you being here is just enough for me. I love you so much; you’re the best boyfriend ever.” His face lit up and went to kiss you, then you stopped him, reminding him that you were sick, and that you were currently trying to chew mashed potatoes.

So much for a romantic moment.

YOSANO AKIKO

-Finally a person who knows what she is dealing with

-I mean she’s a doctor of course she knows

-She’d cuddle with you to make you feel better 🥰🥰🥰

-Huge chance that she already has medicine in her house, but if she doesn’t, she probably would threaten Dazai to buy them for her, and she’d pay him back, but Dazai gets either Kunikida or Atsushi to do it and just takes the money 💀

-Yosano would cook your favourite meal, and sternly but affectionately tell you you can’t have ice cream 🫶🫶🫶

-Cares about you very much, but maybe will still go to work

-She’ll send someone to take care of you!! [See: threaten]

YOSANO frowned.

“You’re sick, you say?” She questioned, concerned. She touched your forehead then checked your temperature. Her face relaxed, then she gently patted you on the head and said,

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cold.” I’ll go check if we have medicine. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable.” You nodded glumly, and she smiled, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

“Awwwww, sweetheart, don’t pout. Here, I’ll carry you.”

“I love you so much.” So Yosano carried you too bed, tucked you in and kissed you on the forehead.

“If you need anything, call me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She left the room, and you found yourself drifting off until you heard Yosano talking in the living room. It sounded like she was threatening to mutilate someone. Something about medicine and money. Such a loving girlfriend I have, you thought affectionately, recalling how she hugged you, and her scent. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, it was already time for dinner.

“Good evening, my sleeping beauty.” You looked up to find Yosano sitting on the bed, grinning down at you.

“Mornin, love.” You responded groggily. Yosano chuckled.

“Say ‘ahhhh’ for me, darling.” You did what she told you, and she fed you food. Your eyes widened.

“My favourite! Thank youuuu.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Yosano fed you the rest of your meal, then told you she had the medicine ready. She fed you some, and you made a face and nearly threw up.

“No offense but this tastes like shit.”

“I see you’ve got your attitude back. That’s good. You should be fully recovered in a day or so. And one small question, love. How do you know what shit tastes like?”

That shut you up real quick. You drank the rest of the medicine without complaint. Eventually, Yosano started reading to you.

“Kiss me, you fool!” She cried in a silly voice. She was quite good at reading sad romance novels. You smiled mischievously and leaned in. She smiled too, and before you could talk-

“Shhhh, I’m not going to catch your cold, don’t worry,” she whispered. She tipped your chin up to look at her, then she kissed you.

Quick A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I’m sick, and my roommate, @a-random-weeb is too, so I decided to write this (also because she wrote it too) and it was really rushed. Sorry if it’s cringe and grammar mistakes, and that I only wrote for three characters. University sucks ass.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

[a-random-weeb]

Chuuya is so daddy awrawrawrawr

[a-random-weeb]

Sunday night doodles instead if doing the multiple pages of homework I have due tomorrow ✨️

Im so glad procrastination is a thing

[a-random-weeb]

Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

[iceunhie]

make a bet ! — aventurine.

premise ⁠☆ you make a bet with aventurine, but it's a little strange when you keep winning against him. (spoiler alert: he's doing it on purpose)

includes ☆ shenanigans, banter (what else did u expect) possibly ooc aventurine, written before penacony's release, reader works under aventurine's department.

a/n ☆ dedicated to meisha @meidnightrain bc she has a severe case of aventurine simp syndrome, thank u for giving me motivation to write for hsr though haha, this one was a treat to write ! i think i got his personality pretty well (hopefully) reblogs are appreciated !

“Shall we make a bet?”

Aventurine looks at you like he would a prized winning hand, purple eyes encased with barely concealed mischief, a gambler in a snazzy suit. Under his gaze, it seems as though fate itself would want to gamble with him. The odds are not in your favor today, especially with that glint in his eyes.

Fortunately for you (or is it the opposite? you can never tell), he seems inclined to bend it in your favor, as he always does.

The stack of cards are shuffled twice in your hands before you see fit to answer him, looking at the man across you. “What bet do you want us to make, exactly?”

“A simple one. We play three games of poker.” Aventurine relishes in the hitch in your breath for the catch he knows you're expecting. “And in exchange, if I lose as I predict, I want to be able to ask a favor from you.”

You eye him warily. “And what would that be?”

“For me to kiss you.”

You almost spill champagne over the cards. They say the most unexpected words come from the most transparent people, and Aventurine certainly proves that statement right. You'd gape at him shamelessly if you hadn't a sense of propriety.

“Aventurine.” you say in warning, eyes narrowed. Said man merely raises his own drink in response. “This is far from an ordinary bet already.”

“Exactly. Doesn't that make it more exciting?”

“Does it really have to be a kiss?”

“Oh, so you're considering it?”

“I am not!” you retort, but it’s hard to save even a sliver of integrity when you feel as if the burn of the champagne has reached your face, warming you like a brazier on a cold day. “What do I get in return?”

“If you win, then you get the same treatment. A favor for a favor.” Aventurine shrugs, as if the revelation was not shocking at all. He shoots you a coy grin. “A kiss if you're so inclined. I certainly won't be opposed to the matter, that's for sure.”

“You are frivolous.” translates to ‘are you seriously hitting on me right now?’

“And yet you indulge in my so-called frivolity anyway. Besides, you get to ask me a favor. It's too good of a deal, even for you.”

‘You always let me get closer to you anyway,’ is what goes unsaid. You hate that he's right. You hate that he noticed.

(You don't hate him though. Even if it would be so easy to.)

You absentmindedly run your hands through the smooth surface of the card deck, ruminating in your decision. You were not irrational. You know what you would get yourself into. But reason stands that owing one of the IPC’s most high-end individuals a favor was far too risky. Logic would tell you to fall back and do some self-reflection over attempting to partake in this foolish bet. (Your heart, however, reasons otherwise.)

You mentally prepare yourself for the answer you give, knowing you are sure to regret it. “Fine. But make it two games instead of three.”

Aventurine beams, so sincere and so overjoyed; you almost resent the fact that your heart gave a little traitorous thump. “I'll make it worth your while.”

—

“Aventurine.”

“Hm?”

“You're losing on purpose, aren't you?” The bastard has the gall to look confused, feigned as though it may be. He gives off the image of a golden retriever tilting its head —an endearing fact if not for the context at hand— acting as though you've slighted him personally. “Me? Why, whatever gave you that impression? I wouldn't do such a thing.”

You stare at the cards on the table. You've won twice. Both games. Under normal circumstances, that would've been impossible; you weren't exactly proficient in gambling as the blond, rather average in that aspect, but still, why is he making it painfully obvious he's making you win?

Does the prospect of kissing you really entice him that much? If so, then he's an idiot.

(You don't acknowledge the way your blood rushes to your ears in anticipation.)

The playful raise of his eyebrows melts to a softer one at your furrowed brows and wary gaze. It's truly a wonder, you are. You've been accompanying him with his affairs all this time and yet have not the faintest idea just how fond he is of you. Maybe you do, and you've decided to remain gracefully ignorant. He won't fault you if so; affiliations with him are bound to be complicated.

Before, he would've simply lived from your adorable reactions, but at his core, Aventurine is rather simple. Once he's seen the joys of reward, the barest glimpse of reciprocation, of course he chases the sensation. What use is his wealth and sense for an exhilarating game if not for this? You are the reason he's placed everything he has in the game he calls love— why he dares to lose, even when he never has. Even if it is he who bares his feelings first, as they say, higher risk, higher reward. And this reward in particular, is of the highest value. Of course it was.

He's pulled out of his dreamy stupor when you click your tongue, face on fire, biting the inside of your cheek. Aventurine resists the startling urge to pinch your cheek, but he waits for your decision.

“Just so you know, this is just a bet, alright?” you cross your arms, staring up at him warily. You're looking at anywhere but him. Aventurine thinks his heart might fly out of his chest by the way you look so endearing. “You lost, as you predicted.”

“I have.” he's long forgone the subtlety of his excitement, not when the prospect of being able to kiss you hangs over him like a man thrown a handful of gold. Who could resist treasures when handed to them on a silver platter?

There's silence, and then, perhaps the most satisfying thing, the reward he has chased for so, so long— “Get it over with, then.” you look so wonderful when flustered Aventurine almost lets his own feelings bubble up to the surface. You were no good for his health. He'd continue asking for more at this rate.

Even if he's across the table, he leans, unbearably close. So close you can feel how his breath fails him for but a moment, and how his eyes seem to glaze over. Lovesick. But he can't be. He couldn't possibly be. He is.

(How long were you going to deny this?)

“If you don't want to, then stop me.” Aventurine murmurs, sincerity in his words. What drives you to not refuse him like normal fails you, not when the way he looks at you so intently, so attentively, makes you feel weak. “May I?”

You shouldn't. You nod, voice breathless. “Go ahead.”

You close your eyes when he kisses you, and the fizziness of the champagne can't compare to the beat of your heart in your ears, thumping like crazy. It feels as though fireworks have set off in your chest and Aventurine pulls away, face flushed. You’ve never seen this look on him before, and you fear that if you see it again you'd never recover.

His gaze is as warm as the sun, even if you think that the sun can't compare to him in all of his entirety. You start to pull away from him a moment later when he takes your hand against his lips and mutters something incoherent against it you have to crane your neck to listen.

“Two.”

“What?”

“You won two games. That means another kiss. Or have you forgotten?” you almost laugh at the way he seems to act quite insufferably. There's a subtle pout on his face.

You smile, not bothering to fight back the way elation surges through your chest. Whatever came after this would change whatever you two would have right now, but that could be saved another day. You close the pesky distance this time.

“Sure.” you say, eyes crinkling at the sides and Aventurine has never fallen quite so hard again. “Say, what about another game?”

He catches on quick, violet eyes encased in amusement. “Oh?”

“Let's make a bet.”

“What would that be?” he's never been so giddy about anything else before.

You smirk. “This time, if I win, I get to kiss you. How's that sound?”

Over such an enticing offer, who was he to decline? Gambling with your heart on the line— there's a first for everything, he supposes.

© 𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐄𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

the entire process for this was purely kiss kiss fall in love and listening to break my heart by dua lipa on repeat btw

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HES SO SCRUMPTIOUS AHHHHHH

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cw: allusions to smut, mdni, afab reader, terms of endearment (reader is referred to as 'pet'), dom/sub dynamic.

You can't help but melt in her touch - the way her claw like nails stroke at your hair and how she whipers softly in your ear late at night. For as rough her exterior is, the Knave is quite gentle. She leaves red kisses on your neck and shoulders, keeps you under her body. All you can do is take and receive and beg.

She draws from your lips words you never thought you'd say. The Knave, Arlecchino, never once hurts you in unwanted ways. You think she is worshipping you almost the same you worship her until you're reminded that she sees you more as a pet than a human, a partner who comes to her side at her beck and call. She expects nothing less, and in return, only buys you the best you could ever want.

The sweets you eye, the clothes you sigh over - all for your perfect obedience.

And - oh, how she loves you in her strange way.

"Kneel pet," she commands, voice sweet, going against everything she appears to be. So, beneath the desk, you do, looking up at her through your eyelashes. Your lips are as red as blood and she admires your make up, for a moment, before it inevitably gets smudged. "Be good for me."

And all you can do is obey.

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Like to STAB

Reblog to STAB AGAIN

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Bro, imagine some poor high schooler has a research project, and they want to do dead authors. They look up a bunch, only to find a shit ton of anime characters from BSD

"Oh, I like the writer Dazai osamu... WHAT THE FUCK IS SOUKOUKU SMUT?!"

"Well, maybe I'll try Fyodor Dostoevsky... F-fyolai porn...? Fuck my life."

"Maybe I should try a poet instead...? Sure, Chuuya Nakahara... *Googles him* *throws laptop* why do I even try?!"

[lanternliighting]

"o-okay, maybe ill try Edgar Allen Poe " comes across the donut fic

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HELP-

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How about surprising a favorite star rail character (your choice, but I'd prefer Fu Xuan) with their favorite snack?

Im so sorry I have no clue who that is 😭

I (attempted) to write for some of the characters I know, sorry if they're ooc, I'm only at trailblazer lvl 30-ish so...

You didn't specify if you wanted it romantic or not, but these are when you're their s/o, sorry if you didn't want that, most of the headcannons could easily be interpreted as platonic tho so...

(Ik y'all prob forgot about me I haven't posted in like two years I'm so sorry 😭)

Honkai characters when you cook/bake their favorite snack for them

March 7th:

•Shes overjoyed

•Lots of hugs and kisses

•Definitely takes a lot of pictures of you worked really hard on it

•probably decides she would love to bake/cook with you sometime

•From that point forward, you probably bake a lot of stuff

•She hits me as the type to not be a great chef, so it'll probably be you doing most of it... but she can be cute while trying to help... right...?

Dan Heng:

•Youre one of the only ones who can make him smile (+Stelle and march 7th and whoever else is in his backstory later in the game)

•He smiles when you see you've made his favorite snack

•Probably makes you something in return later, whatever your favorite snack is, but unlike you, he's way to embarrassed to give it directly to you

•Instead, he gets Stelle to give it to you (March can't be trusted with such a precious thing)

•Hes not the best chef, but he's certainly not the worst one either

•And when Stelle gives it to you, you immediately knows who its from

•He probably also leaves a cute little love note in it ♡

Bronya:

•no clue if this is lore accurate or not, but I feel like she absolutely loves cakes and pastries and stuff like that

•I feel like her fav would be cheesecake or som

•If you make her one, she'll have no clue what to say, but her red face will tell you everything you need to know

•Unlike March I feel like she would be kinda ok at baking, but sometimes subtly come up and ask for tips

•Sometimes, it ends up with you baking together, which ends up in throwing flower at each other and having the best night of their lives (Someone make a oneshot of and @ me in it this is so cute ahhhdowjkforkap)

•Ends in kisses and feeding each other, it's been so long since she's let loose and had fun... it was... nice...

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Please turn off the ai thing

ai thing...? What???

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I didn't even know this was a thing until rn 😭 what difference does it make though, out of curiosity

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Please turn off the ai thing

ai thing...? What???

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I love yandere content, before I request tho what kind of stuff do you do?

Im so sorry I haven't responded TvT I haven't been on Tumblr in a while

I write yandere bsd, yandere genshin impact and yandere ocs (aka characters I make up on the spot) all x reader

Actually I'd love it if you sent in a tandere request (even tho it says requests closed I need to write something yandere)

Please specify if you want it to be dark (like really dark kinda dark or bittersweet) or not tho

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Chuuya had never truely felt loved, or the feeling of a hug.

He always felt used, whether for his strength or skill, when the sheep betrayed him for so little, he felt... Inhuman. He trusted them and then the betrayal came unexpectedly. But... that girl... one of the sheep's members, who was always there supporting him in his decisions as a leader, never tried to hurt him. Y/n L/n, she seemed or pretended to care about him, she is sweet and at the same time she is strong, he doesn't know how or when he began to stare at her with big heart eyes, and he always found himself staring at her dreamily while she chatted with the other members, and admired the way she loved the organization captivated him! Chuuya was always searching for his humanity, he didn't feel fully alive, more like an object than an actual human. He didn't love or even less feel loved, so being close to y/n was comforting.

He wondered... if he could love someone like her when he was so brutish and sometimes rude, she didn't seem to be bothered by his personality while he was in the sheep, so why not keep her all to himself? She doesn't need anyone else, he'll do everything for her! She, despite being a sheep, had a "normal" life, went to school and had a "family". He tried to find out everything about her, he even discovered that some boys at her school had a crush on her! Oops, looks like some boys came back without some of their teeth. They can't have her, they should learn it the hard way 🤷‍♀️.

Now he's here, sitting, clutching over with a knife stuck in his stomach with members of the port mafia around him along with Dazai, they were about to finish off the sheep and Chuuya finds the courage to scream: "Don't hurt the children or that girl!! Or I'll kill you!" Dazai raises an eyebrow at whoever 'that girl' is. Chuuya ends up agreeing to join the mafia and leave the sheep. The first thing he did was go after y/n after stabilizing himself in the mafia.

Y/n skips out of school after dismissal, excited to finally be out of the Hell-hole. Her eyes widden as she catches a glance at Chuuya, running over to him.

"Oh chuuya! It's good to see you! How are things going in the mafia?" He stared at her bright smile with loving eyes and listened to her voice that's laced with childlike joy.

"Well... it took me a while to settle down but it's no big deal." He shrugs, musters up the courage to say the next dumb thing that was going to slip through his lips.

"Do you want to go out with me?" He chokes out, almost too fast to be properly heard. She stares with big eyes and a head tilt before it finally clicks of her silly perception of his words.

"absolutely! It's always good to remember the times we went out together! I miss those times, love to recreate them!" Her innocent, doughy eyes light up, hugging him. There it was, the hug he never got. It was everything he wanted. He would have the chance to finally have her, she would understand, wouldn't she?

Note:(Chuuya will never physically hurt you. He may act sadistically towards other people, but he will never touch you aggressively. He wants you to kiss him every morning as soon as he wakes up ♥️)

(Collab with @mayanakahara she did most of it and came up with the story, go follow her she’s amazing ❤️)

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Hopefully this doesn't sound weird but I request open or closed

Also with the aesthetic part

I think since your profile picture has blue in it maybe make the background match

Requests are closed unless I give a post begging for a specific request, than they're open for the day along the lines of whatever I begged for. I have writers block rn (slowly getting over it) so if you request something it might take forever (I'm so sorry)

Ik I have a horrible system here 😭

If you really want something written, like, if someone begs I'll probably write it lol