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I really don't know anymore - 19y

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Berry Meringue Masterlist

⋆ ★Minors DNI ⋆ ★Dark content

⋆❀ Fluffy ⋆♡ Smut ⋆☆ Angst ⋆❥Other

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⋆❀ Bonten with a reader that posts TikTok about them

⋆☆ Better to worst Bonten husband

⋆☆ Asking divorce to Bonten man

⋆♡ Azul Ashengrotto nsfw headcanno

⋆♡ Twisted wonderland kinks (third years)

⋆❥ Random thoughts about Twisted Wonderland Yuu that’s from Jujutsu Kaisen word

⋆♡ Polyurethane nsfw alphabet

⋆❥ Haruchiyo “Sanzu” Akashi headcannons

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⋆♡ Dr Stone characters as teachers Masterlist

[moonbloomsea]

𐔌❤︎ ͡꒱ Lover 𐔌❤︎ ͡꒱

In which : your lover’s signs of his none-human nature!

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Albedo ⇢ Your dearest Kreideprinz is able to withstand the harshness of the snowy mountains of Dragonspine. Not being easily affected by its coldness. Neither was he affected by the heat of Sumeru, the land of Dendro and Wisdom. There is no temperature to his body, neither cold nor warm. Simply nothing.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Zhongli ⇢ Due to his dragonic nature, he slowly becomes territorial. Not in the way he cages you but in the way he stands firm as a mountain, while also hoarding things he believes you may like. You must always expect a gift to be delivered into your hands.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Wanderer ⇢ While he can consume food, he cannot sleep. Wanderer would be left to simply rest his body while you lay fast asleep by his side. In those moments, he likes to crumble down every wall and be vulnerable, admiring you to memorise your features while you remain asleep. He also does not have the need to breath, only mimicking the movement of the chest to make himself appear more human among the students of the Akademiya to blend in.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Flins ⇢ Because of his nature as a Fae, he likes to hoard all gems that reminds him of you. More often than not, he acts all mischievous and being a trickster. Whenever you ask something, he likes to play around with words as he cannot lie about the answer and uses that ability to play with you instead of being all miserable for not being able to lie.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Neuvillette ⇢ The Hydro Dragon prefers rubbing his scent onto you, to let it linger until the next time he does it again. To make every other interested person in you back off despite them not being dragons like he is. One thing as well, is that he likes to make the bed similar to a nest of a dragon and lay you in it.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Xiao does not have the need to blink as much as humans. He does not even try to act like one, his mannerism being unique and similar to that of a bird rather than simply trying to make himself appear as a human. The sharpness of his features is an enough indication of his none-human nature.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Itto ⇢ His unnatural strength is one sign of his nature. Itto does not try to blend in at all, he is proud of who he is and where he comes from. When it comes to love, he also courts differently. His noticeable fangs are also another thing to point out.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Venti ⇢ His aura and powers are a little different than the other anemo users you have met so far, with a little more strength into it and in tune with the element. He’s also able to consume so much more than the human’s body could handle.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Lyney ⇢ While he may not have the appearance of a feline, he does act similarly to one. The only evidence is the pupils within his eyes belonging to a cat. After being comfortable with you, he becomes more clingy and a little more possessive like a cat. Preferring to have a hand on you most of the time if not all the time.

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙‧͙ Baizhu ⇢ After forming the deal with Changsheng, and their eyes were swapped, Baizhu had gained the behaviour and mannerism of a snake. He seeks your body heat like a snake does, using his free time as much as as he could with you. Snakes demonstrate that they are comfortable with your scent once they do not perceive you as a threat, which you noticed and questioned Baizhu.

[xcellynn]

🀥 ㅤIF YOU DIED IN THEIR ARMS ⋆ ㅤㅤㅤvarious! genshin men

PREMISE ⋆ In which they find you gravely wounded, your body already giving in by the time they reach you. As they desperately try to keep you conscious and stop the bleeding with whatever little they have, the terrifying realization slowly sets in that you're slipping away in their arms.

· · ─ STARRING ⋆ Lohen, Kinich, Lyney

WARNING ⋆ death, blood, descriptions of injuries, heavy bleeding, emotional distress, themes of loss, hurt, no comfort, angst, life-threatening wound, crying, attempts to save a loved one.

NOTE ⋆ i fear the favoritism is a bit obvious here... a little angsty headcanon for the angst enjoyers! should i make a part two or a continuation where you're okay and well? ( •̀ - • ) if you feel like you've read this before yes, this is a reupload since my previous account had some trouble with the posts!

── ( 𝒍. ) lohen would refuse to let panic control him, but watching you writhe in pain would crack the composure he spent years building. He'd immediately drop to his knees, carefully pulling you against his chest while trying to keep pressure on the wound, all the while searching your injuries with desperate eyes for anything he could still do.

Every cry that escaped you would make his jaw clench tighter, his voice remaining firm only because he knew you needed something steady to hold onto.

The moment your struggling suddenly ceased and your body went frighteningly limp against him, his heart would sink. He'd lift your face with bloodstained hands, calling your name more urgently than before, gently patting your cheek whenever your eyes threatened to close.

Your cries gradually dissolved into strained uneven breaths, your trembling fingers weakly clutching at the fabric over Lohen’s chest as though it were the only thing keeping you grounded. The grip lasted only a few moments before your strength slowly gave way, your head beginning to slip.

Lohen immediately tightened the arm supporting your back, drawing you more securely against his chest while his other hand remained firmly pressed over your wound, refusing to ease the pressure for even a moment despite the blood steadily soaking through his glove.

“Hey… hey, look at me.” His voice cracked despite every effort to steady it as he searched your face, desperately willing your eyes to stay on his. “It’ll be okay, everything’s going to be okay. Just𑁋 just stay with me, alright?” He pleaded, “you’re going to yell at me later for worrying this much and you’ll be perfectly fine, so don’t you dare leave before you get the chance.”

“Lohen…” Your breathing quivered as you slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, though they struggled to remain focused. Seeing the light in them slowly begin to fade, Lohen leaned forward until his forehead rested gently against yours, his eyes squeezing shut for the briefest moment as though the closeness alone could somehow keep you from slipping away. “No… no no no.” His breathing became increasingly uneven, his composure finally beginning to fracture as panic crept unmistakably into his voice. “No, please…” His hold around you tightened ever so slightly, “...don’t make this the last time I get to hold you.”

── ( 𝒌. ) kinich's first instinct would be to stabilize you, his movements swift and deliberate despite the chaos around him. He'd support your back against his chest to keep unnecessary movement to a minimum while applying pressure to the injury with practiced precision. The louder your cries became, the quieter his own voice would grow, speaking in short, steady sentences meant to keep you grounded.

Ajaw hovered anxiously at Kinich’s shoulder. “Hey, human… quit lying there and get up already𑁋!” 

You let out one last strained gasp before the fight slowly left your body, your muscles relaxing heavily against him in a way that made Kinich’s heart sink. “No,” he breathed, the word escaping before he could stop it. One hand immediately rose to steady your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he gently turned your gaze toward him, refusing to let your eyes drift. “Stay with me.” His voice remained low, but the urgency beneath it was impossible to miss. “Come on… keep looking at me.” His fingers tightened around your body, just enough for you to feel them, grounding you in the only way he still could while firmly pressing against your wound. 

“That’s it.” He swallowed hard, his breathing growing noticeably uneven as your eyelids continued to drop. “Just… keep breathing. One more breath.” He searched your face desperately, as though willing you to answer him through nothing more than his own determination. For once, Ajaw didn’t have a sarcastic remark to make, his usual complaints swallowed by an uneasy silence as he watched Kinich desperately trying to keep you conscious.

“You once told me I’d always find my way back…” His voice falteredbarely above a whisper. “...Don’t make me learn how to do that without you.”

── ( 𝒍. ) lyney would spend the first several moments convincing both you and himself that everything would be alright, smiling through trembling hands as he desperately tried to comfort you while pressing desperately against the wound. The cheerful performer who always knew exactly what to say would disappear, replaced by someone desperately searching your face for any sign that you were still with him.

The world seemed to shrink until there was nothing left but the two of you. He held you close, one arm wrapped securely around your back as though he could somehow shield you from everything that had already happened, his other hand resurfacing to leave your side despite the frantic tremor running through his fingers. He searched your face and over, desperately looking for reassurance in the smallest movement, as if any of them could convince him this would still end the way he wanted. 

“Hey, stay with me okay?” His voice was quiet at first, almost impossibly gentle. “It’s alright… you’re alright.” He repeated the words almost instinctively, not because he knew they were true, but because saying anything else felt unthinkable. His hand found your cheek, carefully brushing loose strands of hair away before cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted painfully with the urgency in his eyes. Every few seconds his gaze darted toward the area around him, listening for footsteps that never seemed to come quickly enough before immediately returning to you. “People are coming,” he whispered, forcing a small smile that trembled at its edges. “Lynette will be here any second, we just have to wait a little longer.”

“It hurts…” You murmured, genuine panic flashed across his face. “I know,” he answered immediately, his words tumbling over one another. “I know, I know… just breathe for me, okay? That’s all you have to do.”

He leaned forward until his forehead rested lightly against yours, closing his eyes only long enough to steady the sharp, uneven rhythm of his own breathing. 

“It’s okay… It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” The phrase became less of a reassurance and more of desperation, something he clung to as though it alone could hold the moment together. Between repetition, he swallowed hard, trying to force the rising panic back down before it reached his voice.

Then he felt your weight change.

His eyes opened immediately, you had gone frighteningly still. “No…” The word escaped him, he searched your face in growing disbelief, gently brushing his thumb across your cheek as though you might respond to the familiar touch. “No… no, look at me.”

His breathing lost all rhythm, “please… don’t do this.” For a heartbreak he simply stared, unable to accept the silence that had settled between his words. Then his head snapped toward the area.

“Help!” The cry echoed far louder than he’d intended, “Someone, please𑁋!” His voice broke completely, cracking beneath the weight of terror. His voice barely resembled his own anymore.

When no immediate answer came, he looked back at you, pulling you closer until there was scarcely any distance left between you. His forehead rested against yours again, his shoulders trembling as he struggled to breathe through the panic threatening to overwhelm him. “I’m sorry…” His shoulders shook. “I’m so, so sorry…” The apology came out in little more than a whisper, a sob caught in his throat. “I was supposed to protect you.” His arms tightened around you, holding you as though refusing to let the world take you away.

[momomibud]

Potential Voicelines PART 2 || Various!Genshin x Reader

How would the men of Genshin Impact react to being asked about you? . . || GN!Reader || . . Characters Featured: Lohen, Lyney, Wanderer, Venti, Xiao, and Zhongli . . Part 1

About Y/n

"Hm? You wanna know about Y/n? They're one of my favorites to spar with. They're pretty fast for someone who's not a trained knight... I wonder if I could convince them to use real weapons with me..."

About Y/n: Sparring

"In our last sparring session, Y/n managed to pin me down, seeing them over me... all roughed up... heh... I think it's altered my brain chemistry..."

About Y/n: Crush?

"Ah~ Observant one, aren'tcha? I will admit, I'm a little sweet on them, but it's nothing that gets in the way. Oh, and if you say a word about this to anyone... I'll put you through the same training as my men, except ten times worse. Capisce?"

About Y/n

"Ah! Y/n is one of my favorites to see in the crowd. They try to make it to each of my performances; I think I do much better once I see their face amongst my adoring fans. I've asked them to join me on stage a few times, but alas, they never agree."

About Y/n: Flirting

"Hm? Ahaha, I wouldn't say I flirt with them, and I doubt they'd think of it that way. Unless... did they say that I was flirting with them? U-uhm, not that it's make too much of a difference to me... haha..."

About Y/n: Crush?

"I-i wouldn't say it's a crush... more like... an admiration... of everything about them... nothing crush-like about that, right? Right?"

About Y/n

"Any particular reason you're asking? Y/n is... a good acquaintance. That's all I have to say about them."

About Y/n: Hate?

"Do I... hate Y/n? Please, I only reserve such an emotion for the truly vile. Y/n comes nowhere near that."

About Y/n: Crush?

"Where the hell did you get that idea from? I don't... I definitely don't... have feelings for them... what's that look for? Say my face is red one more time and you're gonna regret it."

About Y/n

"Y/n's a lovely soul, through and through. I wouldn't doubt they'd become a part of a bard's poem in the future, they're just that sweet!

About Y/n: Writing Songs

"Have I ever written a song about Y/n? W-well, I write a lot of songs! I don't know why you're singling out them in particular..."

About Y/n: Crush?

"Me? Have a crush? Never~! Hehe, all joking aside, I guess I haven't been hiding it very well, have I? Whoops~"

About Y/n

"Y/n visits me often... no matter how many times I tell them not to."

About Y/n: Cooking

"Y/n has taken up making Almond Tofu for me everyday. I keep explaining that I don't need that much food... but I can't deny their hardwork, it'd be a waste."

About Y/n: Crush?

"Uh- ngh- Don't ask such a ridiculous question. I couldn't- I could never- I... I would never hold them back with such trivial emotions."

About Y/n

"Y/n is quite wonderful. They often visit the funeral parlor just to chat and catch up. I hope they come by soon. I found a tea I believe they'll enjoy."

About Y/n: Stories

"Y/n often joins me for tea, they like to ask a lot of questions pertaining to Liyue's history, which I'm more than happy to share, they always look so happy when I tell them about the stories of old."

About Y/n: Crush?

"Hm? A crush, you say? Perhaps I do. But I doubt that that's any of your business."

[whatiscooking]

How genshin guys would react to you waking them up in the middle of the night asking for a kiss.

Assuming you’re married and live together. Fem reader.

Annoyed but deals with it

He’ll ask you to repeat your question in an tired, irritated tone. You don’t think he will and expect a scolding but instead he leans over giving you a quick peck. In his mind he’d rather just kiss you to get this over with. He’s too tired to question it. “Happy now? Now go back to sleep. It’s 2am.” In the morning he might ask you about it if he remembers but doesn’t put much importance on it.

Alhaitham, Baizhu, Kinich, Tighnari, Scaramouche,

Happily does so

He’ll let out a quiet chuckle before sitting up. Plants you a big kiss on the lips with an exaggerated “MWAH.” Will ask you if you want more since you’ve woken him up. Even if you say no he’ll shake his head and reply “I think you need a few more since you’re so desperate for kisses at this hour.” You’ll spend the next 30 minutes kissing him before he’ll lay back down and settle the blanket over him as if nothing happened.

Childe/ Tartaglia/ Ajax, Lohen, Heizou, Wriothesley, Lyney, Gaming, Xinqiu, Sethos

Happily (Tiredly) does so

Similar to the last one except he’s a lot more tired when he gives the first kiss. He doesn’t mind having to wake up for this. If you say that’s enough after he asks you if you need any more he will quickly go back to sleep. If you wake him again a few minutes later he won’t get mad. He will only start to get a little annoyed if you wake him up like 5 times, days in a row.

Varka, Kazuha, Bennett, Kaveh, Venti, Flins, Gorou, Zhongli

Tired Idiot

Will asks you to repeat what you said like 10 times. He genuinely can’t comprehend what you’re saying. He would kiss you if he knew but his mind is making it seem like you’re speaking a different language. “What?”,“Huh”, “What’s happening?” Eventually you give up because you realize you aren’t getting through to him.

Itto,

Concerned

Starts to ask questions about why now. He will do it if you ask twice but will go into full worried husband mode. “Are you alright?”, “Is there a reason you need affection this late? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong?” “Would you prefer I kiss you more before you sleep so you aren’t craving it at midnight?” For some reason this ends in you reassuring him before he can go back to sleep.

Neuvillette, Durin, Tighnari

Refuses

He’ll tell you to wait until morning, not even bothering to open his eyes. If you do get him to open his eyes he’s unnecessarily irritated. Did you not understand that he said no? Might kiss you just to shut you up but it’s not affectionate enough to satisfy your cravings.

Xiao, Chongyun, Razor, Freminet

Flat Out Refuses

Similar to the last one except no means no with him. He’s suprisingly calm. He won’t open his eyes and will literally just tune you out. Might snuggle closer to you at best. It doesn’t matter how loud you’re complaining he’s back asleep in a few minutes. Will be sure to kiss you in the morning to make up for it, even if you’re a little angry.

Cyno

[cor-lapis-candy]

Look I reblogged a post about incel Scaramouche, and the stinky man has lived in my head since then so shout out to @albedosarmpit for going through with posting it.

It was disgusting and I love it!

So let's get some more going...

Scaramouche who had a falling out with his mother right before he left for college, yes it was her name that got him his scholarship and yes it was her... Girlfriend, he refuses to think of that woman as his step mother, that wrangled him a slot in some of the more prestigious rolls of the University he chose, and sure he may have had a few too many meltdowns in the library to be allowed back in but that's just cause the librarian was to much of a bitch to handle the truth he had to offer!

Sure his roommate is crusty and complains about how loud he yells as he games, and sure he's suuuch a Chad with his rotation of sluts that he brings home but he could stand to shut the fuck up about it, or at least not bring back such low effort partners. Childe was nothing if not a nerd in disguise, that computer if his is full of games and hentai just like his was, but just cause he kept his background something clean didn't mean he was better than him.

And fine, he could groom himself better, shower twice a day rather than twice a week! But whatever person he finally deems satisfactory to his standards will be more enticed by how he smells naturally rather than all that perfume and shit that Childe wears, it's all fake lust after all, he smells like a bitch and his little groupies must love that.

Most of the other people on this campus must have rotated through his fucking roomates bed by now, and yes okay, the one time he had someone come into his room with that kinda interest they ended up bolting while he took his hoodie off, sure he could have moved the cum towel or hidden the light novels and hentai but if a bitch couldn't handle his needs the good riddance.

Yet there was one he knew hadn't even been within breathing distance of his god awful roommates domain, you, sweet perfect you, you shared two of his classes and god you were almost his foil for scores, always chasing just after him in test results, bonus credit and he'll you took second in the same scholarship as him. You were perfect down to a tee, the cherry on top being you hadn't slept with anyone he knew and if luck was truely with him no one at all.

Sure he could overlook used goods if it came to you, he would wipe clean any remaining thoughts if whoever had taken your first and leave nothing but him in their wake, there would be a little bit of a skill gap too but that's fine in his mind you would still tremble and beg for him , even if his fingers were a little off or he was a little quick to cum, you were perfect after all and that ment you would accept it all.

Maybe tonight he could use something he stole from the last bitch Childe had over, some bra or whatever those whores left to make that mess of a ginger think of him, the last one had looked pretty close to you after all, similar height and weight, so perhaps it could hold space till he had you, use it to fuel those ideas of how he could use you.

Press the replacement cloth to his armpit and stain the material with a mix of his smell and whatever lingers of the original slut owner, make a bastardised version of what you could smell like as he looked over you, dripping his sweat and spit onto your skin, burying his teeth into the soft material as if it was your skin...

Yeah that was a good idea, a nice new light hentai and a little place holder till he could have you sounded just perfect right now.

[r3ndrea]

[anantaru]

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 !

˖˚˳⊹ college! boy headcanons feat. childe : ayato : kaeya : diluc : xiao : albedo : heizou : kazuha : itto : venti : gorou x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ genre: sfw : crack

college! boy childe who‘s the party animal of your campus. He‘s known for throwing the best parties, not to mention that whenever he‘s the one who attends a party, it‘s safe to say said gathering is going to be talked about for weeks, even months. Ajax is just a natural at this, is not a lightweight either so he's always up for alcohol challenges on who can drink the most booze within a time limit. He's also going to destroy the person who dares to challenge him, no one can drink as much as childe after all.

college! boy ayato who‘s the guy everyone simps for! and in all honesty, can you really blame them though? he‘s so handsome and very much aware of that fact. His sister ayaka and him are considered the 'it' siblings of your campus, always wearing the newest clothes and owning your college like a red carpet. People go crazy over just talking to them, not to mention that they would kill to date one of them! You could say ayato is a bit of a fuckboy, yet he's the one who assures you its his charms that are at fault, not him!

college! boy kaeya who‘s an absolute fashionista! he always makes sure to keep up with trends and adores wearing his signature jewellery in silver which compliments his overall looks. Kaeya always makes sure to display his fashion sense in front of everyone else and embrace it. Is totally getting frothed over on campus— is the kind of guy who‘s getting invited to parties too. Kaeya will definitely take all the attention of others once actually attending different gatherings, which he utterly is aware of!

college! boy diluc who's the talented guy around campus. He's honestly good at everything, there isn't a single thing diluc is bad at. Even if he tries it out for the very first time he's nailing it almost immediately. He can come off as a bit arrogant at times but without him actually wanting to be, it's just the way he carries himself because truth be told most of the times diluc doesn't even realize he's being a bit of a smart ass. He's also making sure to keep his distance to his brother kaeya who's always criticizing his fashion sense!

college! boy xiao who's the little sleepy head and late comer. If there's an exam he's always coming late to it yet somehow he's still nailing it regardless. You're always more than surprised on how xiao does it since he's asleep almost 99% of the time during class. Whenever you ask him about something related to class he has no clue on what you're talking about. He's known for coming late to literally anything, doesn't even have to be college related, when there's a party he's mostly not attending, falling asleep during it or attending once everyone's completely wasted already!

college! boy albedo who‘s the local library rat, or as you might say, class nerd. <3 he adores studying and learning about different kinds of topics— will never even dare to come late to class, he‘s actually the first one who attends it to go over his notes he made prior to attending. Albedo thinks it‘s so important to have good grades, he's also very kind so if you have troubles with a subject he's more than happy to help you out with it. Not to mention albedo gets flustered easily if you're praising him for being smart, so that's a plus point. <3

college! boy heizou who‘s the local gossip girl of your campus. Whenever there‘s gossip or rumors going around, it‘s safe to say it‘s heizou who knows all the tea about it, if he's not the one who spread it himself. You honestly just have to ask him, he‘s more than happy to tell you! yet be certain he‘s utterly talented in finding out your secrets as well, so don‘t even try to hide something or lie to him, he‘ll always find out and may use it against you, it's all about gaining some sort of intel against people for heizou.

college! boy kazuha who's always in a good mood! he's the guy who's dealing with weed on campus and assuring you it's just something to calm you down during wild times! classes can get pretty hard after all. Don't be concerned if he's randomly falling asleep or just overall being weird around you, he's baked 24/7 and owns it. He's a bit sneaky too, how do you think is he able to have such a lucrative business without the professors finding out about it.

college! boy itto who‘s the head quarterback, the best athlete on campus! the people go crazy over him and constantly ask him out on a date too. Yet the only thing itto talks about is his love for football, you could say he gives off major himbo energy and he owns it too. He's that one guy who will literally talk about his one interest the whole time and make it his personality, showing off his muscles even during class just so everyone is aware on how sporty and cool he is.

college! boy venti who‘s probably the best musician on campus. He has got his own little groupies as well and is very much aware of said fact. He adores to randomly sit somewhere close to your college to play his guitar in front of everyone, it‘s almost as if he‘s addicted to the attention he‘s getting. When it comes to parties he‘s a bit of an alcoholic, note to say that he‘s the only one who ever beat childe in a binge drinking contest. No one saw it coming but you literally had to get ajax home safely because he wanted to keep drinking even after venti beat him!

college! boy gorou who‘s the shy guy who never talks. He‘s just an introvert and isn‘t afraid to fully embrace it. Whenever you try to talk to him he gets weirdly flustered and wants to run away as soon as possible. He‘s cute though, but doesn‘t even realise that he‘s handsome as fuck. When it comes to parties he actually never attends one, gorou said he doesn‘t like the noises and drunk people and that they actually get on his nerves frequently. Once you did take him to one gathering and truth be told, it was actually pretty fun once he gobbled down the first shot (he‘s a lightweight so please keep an eye on him!)

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[generationalcrow]

dry humping until he’s leaking through his boxers and you lick at it through the fabric while he holds your head against it

[bwootster]

Lighting studies summer edition ☀️

[yutassweetangel]

𐙚 my hero

ii. saturdays

{spiderman!scaramouche x reader}

YOUR POV

As you woke up that morning, you were immediately sick in the gut. Lumine likes scaramouche. Sweet baby lumine, likes disgusting wretched scaramouche.

The thought alone made your stomach turn and twisting in knots. And she, expected you, you, to be kind to him of all people. At least show some decency, she said which made your stomach churn the more.

You would have to commit the impossible for your best friend.

_

Trudging into the school building, you feel something hard bumps into you. To no surprise at all, it's Scaramouche.

Right, decent.

"Hey, Scara." You greeted, bitting the inside of your teeth—and tasting iron in the process— in an effort to not curse at him.

He, immediately, raised a brow, not sure to believe what he just heard. You guys were rivals, you never exchanged greeting. Only curses, middle fingers and insults.

He looked around, as though trying to find some kind of hidden camera in the school hall, nope. none. You were actually greeting Scaramouche Kunikuzushi Raiden.

"This is a joke, right?" He asked, like he was still trying to see the joke behind all this. "Is this some sort of prank?" you shook your head, and he snickered.

"if your trying to be nice to me for, some reason beyond me, like, trying to get me to like you? then forget it." He said, folding his hands with mockery written all over his face.

Ah, now that's why you hated him,

He was an irritating, egotistical, narcissistic jerk.

"Well, it's not for that reason. Believe me I wouldn't want you liking me for any reason whatsoever." you pointed out, matter—of—factly

"Whatever makes you kill yourself." how about you kill yourself, huh? You said, silently. "I don't have your time so I'll go to class now, if you don't mind." not that you needed his permission. You huffed walking away from Scara when he opened his stupid big mouth again to saying another meaningless thing.

"You know no one's in the school except for us, right?" he said, crossing his hands and doing that sassy stance he always did to make you feel dumber.

You retorted, "and so?" You turned on your heel, eyeing him up and down. "What are you insisting?" You questioned him. He followed your actions—eyeing you up and down—before responding. "There is no class as of now, you fatuous idiot."

this.... ugh.

He scoffed seeing the annoyed and angry look on your face."I guess your smarter in those pictures the principle loves hanging around." He insulted you before walking off his back turned to you and you had resist the urge to hit the back of his head with a rock.

If there were a day where you could kill anyone on earth, Scara would be the first on your fucking list.

Decent my ass.

I mean, what did lumine see in this guy?

_

_

Well, you friends were of no help.

You peaked over the book that covered your face to see Scaramouche, either listening to music, or chatting with friends on his phone.

It felt so.... awkward. You would wished for someone, anyone to break the silence. And unlucky for you, he did.

"will you stop ogling your eyes over me? It's annoying." He leered and you kinda wished he'd just continued to shut up.

"if you don't like me looking at you then why'd you follow me here?" You retorted, gritting your teeth in between your words. You also slam the book on the table to cause some sort of reaction from him—but he remained unfazed, not even jolting or flinching.

"Excuse you? You followed me, remember? Your afraid of the dark." He said, narrowing his eyes at you in disgust.

And that was true, you were afraid of the dark and it was just becoming morning, and it was still very dark, and you'd rather be with the worst person in the world than being alone, but how did he remember?

You told him you were afraid of the dark years ago when you were on a camp trip in tenth grade and you, Venti, Lumi, Childe and him got lost and you just started venting about the dark because, one, it was dark, two you thought you'd die that day.

It wasn't really a secret, but you didn't expect him to remember, and if he did you expected him to be taunting you.

You pushed these thoughts away though.

"I'm not. I just... prefer to be around people." You said, denying the further—very true—claim. He scoffed, tauntingly. "Then go to a cemetery, there are plenty of people there."

you'd know, huh? You mused, silently.

"Didn't know little miss. perfect could bite." He said and you then realised you said that out loud. Curse his good hearing.

"Whatever, how did remember that I was scared of the dark anyways?" You asked, you curiosity getting the best of you. You just wanted to know, you wanted to stretch the rubber, the rubber that your relationship with him stretched.

In your head, you had a rubber for everyone—friends, family, enemies—to stretch your comfort zone. For every time you ask something weird, or out of place, or uncomfortable.

And right now, this one might just snap.

He looked at you, both amused and unreadable, only Scara could do both at the same time. "What would I gain if I told you?" Of course he wouldn't tell you. He was so.. stubborn. "Come one. Don't be so childish, tell me."

"Childish?" He looked almost offended. Guess you hurt his ego with that one, heh. "Yes, childish." You took a deep breath. This is exactly what you were talking about. Childish. Then, forcefully,continued, "you should really grow up a bit, Scara. We're in our senior year after all."

Then, it hit you like a fucking train. It was your senior year. The final year. And maybe, the last time you'd see scara. I mean you were happy! You really were. But another part of you, was sad.

Again, you shoved all that bullshit away. "Grow up? I think I have clearly grown a lot better compared to you." You clenched your fist. "You've been, what? Five foot three since middle school?" Unclench. Take a deep breath. Don't talk mindlessly.

Nobody—excluding the librarian—was in this room. But the walls had ears, they said. If whatever you say to Scara spread out, before you graduated, your done. Deep friend to the crisp done.

"I could fit you in my luggage., you know?" The rubber might now have snapped, but your patience, you dignity, you sanity—is about to snap. "Look at you! So small, so petite, so frail, so—"

"if I'm so short—" you paused, huffing in anger and emphasising on the short—"then why don't you out some inches in me?" You smirked, as if you solved a difficult equation before everyone else in the class.

What you said wasn't your fault though. Venti, who you realised wasnt a very good influence, used to say this to Zhongli when he used to fancily say he was short. This comment would shut him up.

But then, you realised—Scara isn't Zhongli.

No no no nonononononononono. You didn't mean that. You didn't actually mean to say that. It was a slip of tongue! You kinda—really—hoped he'd ignore it, but telling from his shocked face to smirk, you knew he'd taunt you for this till you die.

"Please ignore tha—" unexpectedly, Scara interrupts you and says something to embarrass you more.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You. wanted. to. die. That was the last thing both of you said before you went back to both your businesses in the library—even in the awkward silence—before students started pouring in, tired and mumbling curses either at the universe, Adam and Eve for eating that goddamn apple, or the school.

You stood up, ready to get to class before you caught, from your peripheral vision, Scara sleeping peacefully, slumped over with his head resting on the surface of the table.

At first, you snickered. Thinking of the devious things you could write on his face with a Sharpie while he slept, but then another train hit you—this time a little harder than the first time—he was actually.... cute? When he didn't speak, of course.

However, you realised—WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? Scara? Cute? Haha, kill yourself.

You quickly pulled a Sharpie out, and drew on his face, a little cat nose and whiskers before walking triumphantly to class, ignoring any of those... things you thought earlier. You'd rather walk dead than thing that vacuous imbecile cute. Ha, cute. Don't make me laugh.

_

"wait, wait, wait. Slow down." Your friend, Hu Tao stopped you mid-ranting. "Your telling me, he remembered you were afraid of your the dark.. and you didn't hop on his dick right then and there?" She said and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Not helping, one and Lumine likes him, two." You said before continuing on to the part where you... told him to put some inches in you.

Despite this being the most horrifying thing to ever happen to you, this caused Hu Tao to let out a fit of laughter. "Wait, what? LMAO did you actually say that?" She exclaimed, causing people to side–eye you from afar.

"Shhh, be quiet, and yes unfortunately, I did." You drag your hand into your hair in frustration and embarrassment. "Damn, why didn't he fuck you then?"

"Bro!" Why did you have such senseless friends? This is why you talk to lumi about this stuff, but you couldn't tell your best friend that you told her crush—your enemy—to fuck some inches into you.

"Ok, ok," she raised her hands up as if in surrender. "Uh, just, let it pass?" You groan. Knowing Scara, the last thing he'd do is let you forget you ever said that. He'd the type of person to post a tweet saying: remember that time you said that thing in the library and tag you with a smiling face with three hearts. That's just Scara for you.

You bury your face in your hands and groan at the thought. You slide your hands down your face, wiping your palms on your face and sighed in frustration. "I'm going to go to class." You say, already getting up.

"Why?" She asked, looking like a five year old asking you how sex worked. "Because I don't want to speak to you anymore." Is what you would've said if you weren't such a nice friend. "I need to help the teacher with something earlier." Hu Tao nodded, opening a box of cookies and cream pocky she had been saving since.

You walk towards class, your friends still filled with thoughts of the incident in the library—what if he tells Lumine? Or worst, if he tells the whole school. What if he actually takes it seriously? gasp what if he tells Childe.

All these filled your mind before the scent of something burning crossed last your nostrils, squeezing your lungs of the stench. Smoke. Was something burning?

You rushed quickly to where the scent was more prominent, making your way to the school garden filled with multiple non-toxic flowers like tulips and jasmine's—the multicoloured tulips of blue, orange, pink, complimenting the plain white jasmines. It was... surreal to look at.

The garden was popular for confessions, or where couples hung out, or where wanna-be-influencers took sceneric photos of themselves. Or where you stayed when you wanted some peace and quiet. The birds chirping, the sky greeting you, the fairy lights on the fences—which only glowed at night—making it looks aesthetically pleasing.

And not to mention, the most important part of this whole garden, the big oak tree in the middle of the tulips and jasmines, surrounded by fairy lights covered fences. It was magical. If you were younger, you would've wanted to build a tree house on that tree and never leave.

Either way, you approach the tree, scrunching up your nose when you realise the scent is coming from behind the tree. And what was behind the tree didn't shock you all too much, but it did amaze you: Scara, that purple headed bastard, under the tree smoking a cigar in the morning.

You watched as he inhaled and exhaled the intoxicated air like it was a breathe of fresh air. You could never understand smokers. What you thought was burning was not the school, but rather Scara's lungs.

You watched immensely as he repeated his actions, watching as his lung probably cried for help and cried for him to stop before he dies, but he continues anyways, unaware of how much damage was going on to his body. And he was a biology major for that matter.

"Gonna continue watching me or are you gonna come over here?" said the gremlin. "What—im not watching! In my defense, I thought something was burning. I didn't know a biology student who knew what smoking does to his lungs was smoking up a blunt here. If I did, I wouldn't have even come here—" You explained, stopping when you realised you were talking too much, and two, he probably didn't even care.

So, you approached him, resting beside him on the tree, your hands behind your back and propping you off the tree. "Is that so." He finally said, eyeing you from beside you and suddenly making you self-conscious before continuing to smoke.

The air was filled with silence—and smoke—and you didn't even realise why you were here, sharing your morning with Scaramouche. Again.

It filled with much rage that your body and mind worked like two different people.

You decided to speak, since he didn't do much of that. "So, you still smoke?" You asked, as if it weren't obvious. You expected a, "no shit, Sherlock." or a, "and grass is green." Comment to come out of him. Maybe even "what do you think I'm doing?" Instead, you given a simple, "yeah.

Yeah. Maybe the cigar did something to him. You were used to his nonchalant attitude, but not towards you.

"Oh, is that so." You should really stop talking and go to class, but another question itched at the back of your brain, and you suddenly didn't want to leave until you had asked it. "Just say it." Scara said, as if knowing you wanted to say something.

"Oh...b—but it's kind of—" he cut you off, smirking, "personal? Just spill it. If I'm uncomfortable then I won't answer." Wow. You surely weren't expecting Scara of all people to be mature about this.

"Unless your asking me to fuck you again." There it is. The teasing Scara you were accustomed to. You take a deep, staggered breath before speaking, "do you.. still do drugs?" You immediately wanted to stop. You weren't close enough to be doing this. The rubber band was snapping slowly.

"No, I try not to." He said simply and you wanted to kill yourself. Maybe you should take Kokomi's advice. "Oh, well, that's cool." That was all you said before the two of you went back to silence.

Why were you even here? Weren't you going class or something? How did you get here?

Suddenly, Scara throws the cigar in the ground, crushing it under his designer shoes and tucking his hands into his even more designer jacket.

And all of a sudden you felt self-conscious, but kept affirming yourself that you didn't need designer to look cute—you thought in your baggy grey sweatshirt and jeans.

A smile creeps up on his face, "Race you too class?"

"What—?" Before you could even process the challenge, he's already sprinting to class, looking back at you to stick his tongue out before facing forward. You immediately followed his actions, sprinting forward, a few spaces behind him.

Looking at the nape of his neck and wishing you could stab into it and watch blood gush out it.

When you get to class, panting and bent down with your hands on your knees to catch your breath. You see Scara leaning on the wall beside the class door, arms folded and a triumph look on his face. He was sweaty, but not breathless. At least not as you were.

"I won, you lost." He declared before smirking his smirk of mockery and entering class while you stood there, still panting.

Twenty-fifth. That was the twenty-fifth time Scara best you at something. You always counted it in your head mentally how many times you best him—how many he beat you. It was stupid, dumb even. But it felt so good when you rang in your head a twenty or a score higher than that in your head every time you beat him.

Right now, you two were tied. You didn't want to count it as a win, but a win was a win. If you were better, faster, you would've won him despite being far behind.

You let a grunt that came out more like a whimper due to just running to class without even stretching. You cursed Scara's name.

To your delite, the class door opens again, and without looking up, you immediately start insulting the person in front of you, thinking it to be Scara. "You vacuous asshole! That was an unfair race! I call for a rematch."

You suddenly look up to find a longer pair of legs wearing blue, torn jeans, a plain button up shirt and a confused look on his face. Childe. His ginger hair bounces as he tilts his head slightly, face flushed and his veiny arm—which you would would choke you, in a non-kinky way of course—reach to the back of his head, scratching it.

"Ohmyfuckinggosh—" you cursed, standing straight now and a hand slapped over your mouth in both shock and for shutting yourself up. "Hey yn—"

"That wasn't meant for you." You cut him off, not meaning to. A pause of silence passes. "Huh?" He said, almost dumbfounded, as though he didn't hear you just curse out his purple-headed friend earlier.

"What I'm saying is—i mean— sorry?" You apologised, coming out like a question. You didn't know whether you should kill yourself or kill Scara for this mess. For one, you were sweating, patches of visible on your forehead and underarm. Second, you were caught not being... The brightest person in front of your crush.

"Oh, no. no, no, no." He repeated his no's, getting lower each time he did. You wished you could make his voice your new alarm in the morning.

"You don't have to do that. Your not insulting me, right?" He reassured, giving that that rivalled even summer. A smile that made flowers grow in your stomach and your heart to kick the heck out your ribcage. "Oh, yeah. Of course." You said, trying to sound calm and leaning on an imaginary armrest.

"Anyways," he continued, letting the awkwardness pass, "I just wanted to know if your still on Saturday. I heard your a pretty busy person—" "of course, I'll be there."

Pause. That sounded too eager. Like you were dying to see him on Saturday (Which you were.)

"I mean—yeah, yeah. I'll see if I'm still free on Saturday. And if I'm busy I'll inform you." You went on. "Great! Would love to see you there." Love. He said he'd love to see you there.

And suddenly your day was ten times better. He gave you that signature wink, which looked more like he was blinking than a wink—but it was still cute.

Saturday started to sound like a show which only aired once in while which you were dying to watch.

_

Class was casual. It was normal, until the end where you got a 87.90% on a test.

Hold the phone.

While other cheered at getting just a 60 percent and above, you debated with your teacher, asking him to have a reconsideration, give you a make-up test, at least approximate your score to 90 percent instead that outrageous and selfish 86.90.

Meanwhile, Scara made fun of your desperate from his seat, waving his 98 with his tongue stuck out. It's like the universe was fucking with you today.

"I can give you then 90 percent and that's it." Professor. Alhaitham, your philosophy teacher said, pushing his glasses the met the bridge of his nose. You gave him an exasperated thank's before leaving the classroom to find Scara there, leaning against the wall opposite the door.

Had he been standing there? That's embarrassing.

You snorted at the thought of him just standing here for the past five,ten, maybe twenty minutes, just waiting as people walked passed him, giving him weird looks.

He cleared his throat. "Anything funny?" You shake your head, rolling your head in the process. "Yeah, but I wouldn't tell you." He repeats your action, rolling his eyes too. "Whatever."

He pushes himself off the wall, and was now standing a few inches away from you. He wasn't that tall, but you still had to look up to see his unbearable and disgusting face. "Two points for me, zero for you. How does it feel to be a loser?" He said, egotistically, and you couldn't help but scoff. "I expect a award, you know, maybe a gift." You answered jokingly and it was his time to scoff. "Wouldn't you be a good girl and like to get a reward?"

This bitch. Why did he have to make everything kinky.

"I didn't—i didn't mean it like that." You sudden confidence wavered. Your face was now heated. "Aha!" He exclaimed, like he just discovered something that could change the world forever. "So, you're a prude."

"What—" you said in disbelief. "I am not! I'm just... Shocked." You defended yourself, hugging yourself and tugging at your sleeve.

"Prude." He repeated.

A frown, soon followed by a deep sigh escapes your lips, "not."

"Prude."

"Not."

"Then you have a praise kink."

"The fuck. No."

"Yes, you do."

"No."

"Yes—"

The both of you go back and forth for a while before you realise—what was the point of this. You sighed, pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. He was stubborn, you'd give him that. "Ugh. I don't have time for this." You groan, kind of admitting defeat. "So, you admit you have a praise kink and a prude?" /

"That's not what i—ugh, forget it. Reasoning with you is as round as circle." You bellowed, your patience wearing thin. "What's that meant to mean?" He asked, brow raised. You didn't know what it meant either. "I guess I'm saying is that... It's like going in circles." You explained as though you were explaining maths to a second grader.

He snorted, "that's dumb."

"Whatever." Was all you said before walking away.

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You rolled in your bed, curled up with your dove covering your whole body, leaving your head pocking out, head and phone buried under it. I

In the dark, the other source of light provided was the blue ray of your phone as you let out a sigh. You don't know how many you've let out just today. Suddenly you get a text from Childe.

_

_

Right. Saturday. Saturday might just be your new favourite thing. Maybe name your child Saturday and explain to them why. "Well, mommy and daddy actually fell in love on a Saturday."

But you were getting ahead of yourself. Saturday hadn't even come yet. You just had to wait.

_

Soon enough, Saturday comes rolling around. When you wake up, you breathe in the fresh air which smelled like—a dead rat?

You sniffed the air some more, confirming what you just smelled. Yep, that's definitely a dead rat roaming around your room. You moved closer to find the rat under your sink plumbing system.

You scrunched up your nose, pinching it your hand and picking up the rat with a piece of paper you found nearby your coffee table. Looked like an old newspaper which you never read.

When that was done you trashed the rat with the rest of your disgusting trash—old paper, black nylon probably filled with a dried, smelly period blood stained pad, mushy, wet rice, rotten apple and other trash considered things.

At 4:31 am (cause you woke up early), you brushed your teeth thoroughly, using that new mint toothpaste that your grandma bought you, took a bath using a body scrub you bought on sale, washed your hair, applying a leave-in conditioner to make it smell nice.

Afterwards, you do your skin care which included a cheap variety of products also bought on sale—a cleanser, a moisturizer you stole from your older sister and sunscreen so you don't, you know, burn.

Then you applied light, clean makeup, apply a fruity perfume dressed in a strawberry print pattern on a white background with a red long sleeved cardigan on top. You paired this with a thin gold necklace and earrings.

By 5:08 you were out with a white messenger bag filled with a laptop, notes and a few necessities—mini makeup bag, lip gloss, perfume, mirror, water etc.

Once you were outside, you regretted your choice of clothing. It was cold once you entered campus grounds—since childe was a boarder.

The cold wind of autumn caresses your skin and you shiver. Suddenly, someone bumps into you and a tired "oh, sorry." Comes from beside you. Followed by the sound of your phone collapsing to the ground.

You reach down to pick it up, reassuring the person when they had already bent down to pick it up for you. You reach up to collect your phone and say thank you when you realise who it was—Scaramouche.

Yep you guessed it.

You immediately change and narrow your eyes. "What are you doing here?" You asked, snatching your phone from him. "Not even a thank you?" He ignored your question, sighing and looking away for a bit before looking back at you.

He wore a black basketball jacket with the letter "S" imprinted onto it paired with a black button up shirt, one button undone. It was a simple choice of fashion, but it still looked expensive and model perfect.

Everything he wore looked expensive and model perfect.

Suddenly, his eyes roamed around your body. And you felt self-conscious, tugging your short red cardigan to cover your—whatever you could cover up.

He looked back at your face, and you swore something flicked in his eyes, or you saw his ears turn a slight shade of pink. Maybe it was the cold or your head playing games with you.

"Well?" You asked again. "Why are you here?" You interrogated him, folding your arms. "Huh? Oh, I live here." He responded hurriedly, pointing at the boarder building which you look over at.

"Oh." Was all you let out, realising you were stupid for questioning him like he was a stalker. "Well—why aren't you in your room?" You continued to question him, like he didn't have the right to walk around where he lived. "Uhh, I was taking a walk."

"Why?"

"Hey, why are you questioning me? Why are you here?" You stayed silent for a moment, almost forgetting your purpose for being here. "I'm here for Childe." You simply said.

"Oh, your date thingy. Well, congratufuckunglations." You knew he didn't meant it. So you huffed when you walked past him before he grabs your wrist, pulling you back in front of him causing you to let out an "ack!"

"What gives?" You asked, the warmth of his hand on your wrist still burning his wrist and out of nowhere, you stopped being cold. "You can't enter in there." He warned.

The fuck? Was this fucker out of his mind?

"Why can't it?" You asked. "Because, it's a male boarding house." He stated, and suddenly you felt stupid. "Oh." Was all escaped your lips. And you almost winced when you felt the warmth of his hand leave your wrist.

"So, what? You expect me to stand and wait for him to come?" You asked, your patience wearing thin. "Pretty much." He answered. You scoffed. "This is ridiculous!" You exclaimed, making a little hmph sound.

He rolls his eyes before the next line fall from his lips to your ears, "I can escort you to our room, your royal highness." He said, the nick–name said with every ounce of sarcasm, causing a rush of agitation to rush to your neck.

"Fine. Whatever." You said simply. You walk down the campus at it was there—when you weren't rushing to class or the library to finish a last minute assignment—that you take in, fully, the beauty of the campus.

Like, as of now, the two of you stood at the car park where whites lined were formed to assist the drivers to park properly, patches of grass, covered with cobble were rowed Infront of each parked car and empty slot for a potential parked car with the smell of mother nature—dog shit, flowers and grass—mixed into the air.

Soon the air shifted as you enter the boarding house. It becomes... More tense to say the least. Or maybe it was you. You shifted uncomfortably in the male boarding house. Chandeliers that hung above you which glowed gold and coated the white walls a similar colour, the smell of... Male up in the air—which consist of socks, dirty clothes and male perfumes.

It wasn't a home you'd like to live in, but a home Childe lived in. Even the bastard beside you lived here.

As you walk up the luxurious boarding house, Scara comes to a halt and you bump into his back. You quickly stand straight, quirking a brow at him when he turns to face you.

"Here it is. Me and Childe's room. Rule number one, don't peep into my stuff while I'm gone. Rule two, don't steal snacks that specifically read "scara's food don't eat or I'll cut your fingers off. Rule three—" you cut him off before he could continue his rambling. "What makes you think we're going to stay here?" You asked, anger laced in your voice.

Arrogant asshole.

"I'm aware of that," He says, rolling his eyes. "I just don't want you peeking at my stuff, you know since you asked me to fuck you—" Scara is cut off by the sound of the door clicking and flying open.

There, you saw your dream man at your door; messy ginger curls, black hoodie, dark grey puffer jacket, dark grey baggy jeans.

You swapped your hand over Scara's mouth before he says something to fuck you up as usual. "Hey yn," it was like lights flooded behind him as angels sung. "Ready to go?"

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╰┈➤ my hero materialist

synops𝐢s → scara was many things to you—the cause of all your headaches, the stone in your shoe that could never seem to get out, the reason you go to sleep crying—but definitely, very obviously, you hated him. maybe 'hate' is strong, it's just some rivalry. and spiderman was the opposite of that. he was muscular, his suit tugging at his biceps and quadriceps you couldn't help notice. He was heroic, friendly—like you said, the opposite of scaramouche. But soon,the truth is revealed and you find out the secret identity of your superhero was actually your worst enemy?

૧ᵘᵉᵘⁱⁿᵍ : ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ, ᵈᵒʲᵃ ᶜᵃᵗ

notes - sorry this took so long AUGH I was hyper fixating about Caleb and my body was not resonating with my mind

Caleb is just so AUGH. making a fic about him the

This is so short and so bad help. Next chapter is better trust 😭

Had to watch a venom movie for prt 3 to be good can somebody say power 😔

also childe whas curls and no one can prove me wrong 👹😡

Also the reason the screenshots are so big is cus I'm using a tablet. No, I am not an ipad kid. Yes, I don't have a phone. LET ME BE. 👹

Also, scara bio major? Anyone??? Tell me this isn't canon.

And anyone digging the rubber band thingy? Like relationships so thin it can cut like a rubber band if not taken care of 😭 idk how to explain it but you get it.

a/𝐧 → thank you all SM for the love and support couldn't have done it without yall mwah mwah THANK U FOR 90 FOLLOWERS TH IM JUST A GIRL HELPPPPPP this one is SM better than the last draft I think the world was basically saying that it was bad. Sorry the smau is so short, I'll try to do more next chapter

p.s - next chapter has HEAVY angst and my indecisive ass decided to make it dual pov instead of one for each night or chapters or whatever 😭

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CATCHING- feelings for his sneak link!

...At first this was just another way to relax, y'know let out some stress from the akademia..but it seems the cold wanderer has gone soft..gn!reader...credits[kiyoshue] on insta

...the wanderer...

Something isn't right, it doesn't feel right. It's not his first time, you're not taking his virginity or some shit, hell- this isn't even the first time you two fucked. But something about the mood, this fuck session was...off.

Your thrusts were deep and- slow, which- wasn't entirely unusual maybe you're tired? You sometimes go slower when you start- no. Fuck, it was a few hours into your fuck session and the entire time you went so deep!

You went fast when he whined for it you kept at a pace most pleasurable to him. Why? It- it wasn't like he was your boyfriend or some shit. You didn't need to be all sappy and slow, hah, did you lose your touch?

Why're you touching him like- like he's delicate. Soft and- like you- fuck who do you think he is? He's the wanderer he doesn't need to be treated softly, he can handle it. He can fuck. He won't break he can endure it, he- so why does he like it. All soft 'n shit.

"Have y-you gone soft on mhm- me." He finally built up the courage to confront you about your weird..behaviour

Bringing your hand up, you touch his face, his cheek. You didn't slap him even though he flinched as his face tightened in preparation for that. "You're the one, who's gone fkin soft." He's crying. globs of tears flowing down his numb face, fuck. Why's he crying?? You aren't going rough so he has no excuse. Shit. Maybe he has gotten soft on you.

He- he doesn't know what to say- or do- shit. Are you gonna stop? Leave him like this? He's pretty useless if he can't handle you, fuck who would've imagined him, of all people melting into your soft touches crying over some basic decency.

"I- uh mm..hic..I don't-..uh..mm hic-" shit what is he doing? Looking up at you, trying to formulate a sentence as his stream of tears turn into rivers, drool dripping down his lips, as his mouth opens and closes like some damn fish. Looking up at you with his glossed-over eyes, his body seems to pull away from you, trying to curl up into himself.

Since your...arrangement started, there were only two rules, no catching feelings, and- no kissing on the lips, made to protect the first rule. You've wanted to break it many times yet never had the guts to cross that line, yet, here you are. Lips pressed flush against his as he pulls you back into him, closer. This time curling into you rather than himself, arms around your shoulder and back as you break away, shock prevalent in those glazed eyes, and a gling of something else too.

"fuuuck, wanderer. Maybe- hah..maybe I am the one going soft after all."

[darkmodeilluga]

semi inspired by your lost vision post: lohen carrying/also wearing your vision after you die. like kazuha with his friend

Would they carry your vision after death?

Man, this is sad. I brought the angst tonight, or shall I say morning since it’s 6am lol. So let’s say that you get revived eventually a time after these happen. It does happen, just off screen. Trust.

I need to sleep.

Characters: Lohen, Illuga, Nefer, Columbina, Kinich

Lohen

Bearing your death at first felt like hell to him. And it still is, but he’s grown to be numb to it. A world without you was one without color. He wasn’t strong enough to protect you. Too weak. Mortal. Absolutely worthless. During the crisis, he fantasized being able to go home with you. To rest together after a long day of stress and the heat of the battlefield. To take you to the Cat’s Tail. To Good Hunter. To take you out into the wilderness to just be. With you. And he had just finally saved up enough to buy an engagement ring. The dream shattered into pieces as Varka set the dulled vision into his hands. His mouth seemed to be moving, telling him what happened, but he heard none of it. All he could do was stare down at the vision and its ugly shade of gray, devoid of the vibrant glow it once held. He threw it harshly onto the ground and stormed off with thousands of emotions funneling through his head. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face the failure. The grief. Pain. All he wanted was to be alone. Better yet, with you. But that was no longer possible. Hours by himself, the night fell. No one found him. When he didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be. It dawned on him. He really just lost you, didn’t he? How pathetic… he hasn’t cried since he was a child and here he was sobbing like a baby. Your vision. He tossed it away. No… no, he needs it. He doesn’t care how much it hurt to hold. He. Needs. It. Lohen ran back to the scene in a frantic panic, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it. Where did it go?! The longer he couldn’t find it, the more hysterical he became. On the verge of a panic attack, a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He froze, turning back. Grandmaster Varka with a solemn expression, and in his hand, your vision. Without a word, Lohen took it and stood up, holding it close to his chest as he walked past Varka and made his trek home. He will never separate himself from it again. “You’re not really dead… You can’t be.”

Illuga

Your death was his failure. It should’ve been him who died, and yet he lived. He always did. He should’ve been used to it by now, but it only hurt worse every time. And this time your absence took everything of him with. Illuga still acted the same. Gave orders, nodded to jokes, spoke as if he were alive. The same motions. But he might as well be a walking corpse. He hardly fooled anyone. Not Nikita, not Flins, nor his subordinates. They had to make sure that he still ate and got the rest he needed or else he’d push himself to collapse. He mourned you every day. You were on his mind every second. Each step a reminder as to how he still breathed while you didn’t. He wished he had died. It would have been a mercy. A mercy to this misery haunting him. His parents. His brothers in arms. His friends. He couldn’t even protect the love of his life. How could he call himself a lightkeeper? Illuga knew he shouldn’t have made those decisions that day. Shouldn’t have let you. There were so many things he should have done differently. Illuga visited your grave every day. And he knew he should return your property back to you, but he just couldn’t. As he lay his eyes upon the vision the lightkeepers brought back, all he could do was take it without so much as a word. Once your body was recovered, they didn’t let him see it. And once Flins got involved, he quickly decided to quit trying. Or maybe that’s what he wanted to choose deep down. He once tried to return the vision to your grave, but he could barley bring himself to break contact with it. Illuga didn’t keep it on his person at all times, rather he kept it in a safe place. On the nightstand by his bed in Piramida is where it would sit. And on the days where he has to sleep without it, he is terrorized by nightmares. Illuga could only get proper rest with your presence by his side. “Would you be proud if I handled another day without you? Or lonely… without me?”

Nefer

You were a fool. That’s the only reason you were dead. You made a bad call and it ended in your demise. Something seemingly so insignificant with such dire consequences. It happened, she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up that she would be able to have a future with you. Not the typical wedding and domestic bliss. Just a companion to feel at ease with. It was your fault you died, so why should she care? That’s what she wishes she could tell herself. She was angry, yes, but this was nothing like her father. She couldn’t hold onto that anger this time. But she couldn’t sit and wallow in self pity either. All she can tell herself is to move on. Detattach herself from those emotions and prevent them from opening up again. She was an idiot for opening to you in the first place. Maybe you’d still be here if she hadn’t. No, that was foolish thinking. It wasn’t her fault. It was an unavoidable tragedy. Those always seem to find their way back to her. The one who brought your lifeless vision to Nefer had been Jahoda and Lauma. Jahoda fearful for the pain it’d bring her dear boss and Lauma clearly covered in guilt from failing to save you. They had no right. Her face didn’t betray her inner turmoil as she took it with a hum. A shame, really. She didn’t really want this. She had no use for it. Nefer could’ve sold it, but ultimately she settled on locking it away in a box to be forgotten… if there’s ever a use your vision might have in the future, only then will she relinquish it. And she won’t hesitate. “This old thing? I have no use for it, so you can just take it.”

Columbina

“Oh,” was all she could say upon learning your death. In her 500 years, she had seen many ends. It might’ve been hard to believe given how she hardly ever left, but she had seen her fair share. Columbina knew it was bound to happen to you one day, regardless of if you aged as a human or immortal being. But she had hoped it wouldn’t be for a long while, or that the two of you could possibly go together. She wouldn’t want to leave you alone, and now she’s the one without you. Just a little bit longer with you would’ve made her happy. It hurt. Strange. She knew the possibility could always happen on any day, but she never expected it when it came. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the gaping hole she’d be left with. Was this the part where people usually cried? Columbina doesn’t recall having ever done so before, and the urge still doesn’t tug at her now. She simply doesn’t have the energy to. Just your loss was enough to drain her of all of it. Lauma left her with your vision and her sympathies, and all she could say was “thank you”. Columbina sat in Silvermoon Hall with your vision in your hands. She missed the color of it. She ran her fingers over the edges and traces the gray patterns with memories playing out in her mind. Eventually she fell asleep with it in her hands, the first night of many. Columbina plans to keep it on her person. She wishes you could be there, but she’ll just have to settle with your memory in the form of your vision. “Are you perhaps watching me from the moon’s light, I wonder? Or could you still be here… in the palm of my hand?”

Kinich

“Kinich… I—I’m so sorry.” That was all he needed to hear to know what happened. Another attack from the abyss, stronger than usual assaults. Suppose this one was just too difficult for you. Mualani held your vision out to him, treating it as the most valuable object in the world. But it really wasn’t. It was just an object. Ajaw hadn’t realized what it meant at first, staring at the object while processing her words, going on and on, and Kinich wanted him to do nothing else than to shut up. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it himself this time. He could tell the moment it hit him by the way Ajaw suddenly went completely silent. Kinich haphazardly took it, walking past Mualani and anyone else unfortunate enough to have witnessed the scene. No one followed him, at least he would’ve thought if it weren’t for Ajaw’s subtle flapping in the air beside him. When he tried to speak, Kinich cut him off with a short ‘not now’ and that was the end of it. Silence the whole way home. He went straight to his room, and this time Ajaw did not follow. He threw himself next to his bed, sitting on his floor with his head in one hand and your vision in the other. If only he had known where you were, maybe he could’ve saved you. Some hero he is. Fuck. He hated crying, but he really couldn’t stop. You were gone. He wouldn’t see you smile or hear you laugh. No more jokes or quiet moments of intimacy. Just him and an rock that used to belong to you. But it was you, despite everything. He’s not sure how long he cried, because by the time he was done he had fallen asleep. Kinich woke up the next morning to the vision on his chest and Ajaw curled up asleep in his lap. From there, Kinich wore your vision beside his own. Proof that you once lived and that he had known you. A reminder to fond memories. “You’re asking about this vision? Heh… The story doesn’t have a happy ending, so you’re better off not hearing it. But I’ll tell you if you really want to know.”

[name-less-666]

THIS PISS ME OFF SO MUCH HOLY FUCK

"I refuse to use y/n so I give her oc name"???? SO IS NOT A READERINSERT ISN'T, WHY DONT YOU DO (F/O)/OC IS NOT THAT HARD OMG I HOPE THE A03 CURSE GET TO YOU

[lunariyan]

Just a scratch

[aeferfckr]

im so sick and tired of the "oh abyss!aether would be super rough while trav!aether would be gentle and caring🥺" bullshit. LIKE ITS SO CLEAR THAT ITS THE OTHER WAY AROUNDDDDUH.

abyss has been through years of stress and torment — traveling throughout teyvat, learning its dark secrets and actively fighting against them can really ware down someone.

abyss would see sex as more intimate, as a way to recharge his ever draining battery. two souls mixing together as one to form a bond that not even celestia can tear apart.

the both of you come together under dimming candlelight, intertwining with each other on silk satin sheets. every touch, every kiss, is gentle. the complete opposite of his usual routine of being the stern prince of the abyss.

he has always had enough time, so would it be that bad if he puts a portion of it aside to worship his royalty?

trav on the other hand is constantly looking for his next adventure. if he ever desires to reunite with his sister, he needs to traverse the lands of teyvat, leaving not one stone unturned.

as said earlier, the stress of it all weighs him down. it was always up to you to relieve it— a small task you have given yourself over the course in which you journeyed with him.

he tried so hard to control himself when you first made love, to not show you how frustrated he really was with this archon damned world. all restraint he had left his body as soon as he heard you mumble 'faster..'

so he hopes that you won't hate him if he decided to let loose a little more.

© aeferfckr.

[ri-stalk]