Casual Sinner

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Omg we NEEEED more Denji x Male Reader!! The whole dynamic is just so 'I'm not gay, I had socks on' coded

in daniel - denji x male reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of objectifying women, denji and power antics a/n: glad you like it! this ask and the previous one have kind of inspired me to keep this gag going but a confession will be in the works... soon... i think (nearly wrote boobligation by accident lol)

aki took a drag of the cigarette before passing it to you. "how long are you going to keep tormenting him?"

you shrugged. "i'm not tormenting him. he's not gay."

the him in question was running around with power, midway through some argument that you hadn't cared enough about to listen to. denji's face was red as he screamed at power that he was going to kill her. you weren't sure if it was red due to anger or embarrassment. either way, he was still cute.

aki pulled a face. shaking his head, he said, "the both of you literally went on a date the other day. he made me help him pick out a shirt."

he did look nice in that shirt. denji had been extra flustered that day. whenever your hands touched, even for a brief second, he would hastily pull it back and stutter out apologies. it was uncharacteristic of him. you did tease him a bit too much with offering to share a drink, but it was harmless fun between two guy friends.

"it was just a hang out," you exhaled in between drags. "denji's said he's not gay."

you knew that was a lie. the boy was as straight as a bendy ruler. he still stared at women every now and again, objectifying their bodies much to your dismay, but it seemed more out of obligation than anything. there wasn't that hungry stare he used to have, or the ten minute conversation where he would talk about how lonely he is.

now, denji gave women nothing more than a quick look. his focus would always turn back to you. and you relished that feeling.

aki huffed and snatched the cigarette from you. denji threw a rock at power. she threw blood daggers at him.

"can't believe i have to put up with two idiots in denial," said aki. he crushed the cigarette on the floor. "one was bad enough."

you laughed. denji stopped running and stared at you. the redness on his face blossomed into a lighter shade. "what are you talking about?!"

"aki was in a guy called daniel!" you shouted to him. aki went to punch you but you stepped out of the way. "still want to go see that film?!"

denji dodged power as she tried to tackle him. "yeah!"

"it's a date!"

"i'm not gay!"

yeah, denji was definitely in denial. although that was fine. you had plenty of time to wear him down.

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Hi yo!!! I got a request if you have the time. If you don't, that's fine! Basically, Denji doesn't know that he's developing feelings for Male Reader despite telling himself their relationship is platonic and he doesn't guys. Reader is confused why Denji keeps on hanging out with him until asking him if he likes him. Denji tries to deny it but confesses anyway.

I hope this is alright! Anyways, Thank you and have a wonderful day :D (I love your writing btw <3)

a little gay - denji x male reader

warnings: boob mentions, swearing, kind of crack kind of fluff idk a/n: i'm glad you like my writing! i'm keeping this "in universe" with the two other denji fics and the only reason i've not done the confession is because i've had another anon send something through so look out for another post soon

denji wasn't gay. he didn't like guys. he looked women, boobs, ass. there was no way that he liked men.

sure he stared at you a bit too long when you guys hung out. and yes he had totally fantasised about the pathetic excuse of a kiss you gave him. and maybe he wondered what you would look like if he called you his boyfriend, how his heart would beat and if he would float into the air like the cartoons.

denji wasn't gay.

even as he sat knee to knee with you, ordering as much food as he wanted because you were paying, he was trying to focus on literally anything else than the fact that your arm was wrapped around his shoulders.

this was just a bro hang out. two dudes being guys. yeah, the both of you walked in with shoulders knocking, and the host thought you were a couple, but this was just a hang out. totally not a date. denji would have liked it to be a date. he would have liked it if you messed with his hair like you did that one time the other week, or if you laughed at whatever stupid joke he made. maybe you could give him a proper kiss.

no, no, no. not gay. totally not gay.

denji shook his head. the homoerotic thoughts were getting harder to stop. he needed to think about literally anything else. like the server who brought you guys drinks.

she was hot. big ass and even bigger tits. his eyes couldn't stop looking at them as they jiggled in front of your face. you barely even looked at her! how could you ignore the massive honkers dangled in front of you? she was very obviously flirting with you - she asked if denji was your friend, what you did to get so in shape, if you were free tonight. if she asked denji those questions he was certain that he would have exploded.

but she asked you and you ignored her. as jealous as denji was that you were the focus of her attention, he couldn't help but feel relieved when you ignored her. you looked at him more than you looked at her. and it made him feel good - it made him feel happy. he couldn't stop the victorious smirk that sneaked onto his lips when she walked away, rejected. you were his.

no! he's not fucking gay!

the two of you were just very good friends. who have kissed. denji didn't kiss you because he liked you. he needed the experience to impress future boyfriends - girlfriends! he liked women. of course he liked women. if he got a girlfriend who looked just like you, sounded like you, acted like you, then he could die a happy man.

maybe it would be better if he dated you. you were right there, lips ready for the taking.

"you good there?"

denji didn't realise he had leaned in way too close. his nose was practically brushing against yours. he jumped back into the corner of the booth. your arm that was around his shoulders fell to your side. a smirk played across your lips.

"i'm not gay," denji mumbled. "i like boobs."

you laughed. it was music to his ears. "ok, dude. try telling your face that."

"what's wrong with my face?" he touched it cautiously, worried that he had sprouted warts and tusks. what if you didn't find him attractive? that would be worse than any devil he's fought.

"nothing," you mused behind your drink. "it's just very red. and cute."

ok, denji might be a little gay. how else could he explain that his heart just did six backflips in a row?

only for you. he was only a little gay for you.

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Hello! My old blog was @/kisakis-boyfriend, this is my new writing blog. Tumblr deleted all of my old blogs because they claim I broke the ToS. I sent an appeal and am currently waiting to hear back, but I don't have much hope of getting my blogs back :(

So, I guess I have to start over. For right now, I'm just setting things up. Creating a new main blog and maybe snagging some of my previous urls before bots get them, finding some old friends and artists I followed, and grieving the loss of my decade old blog.

Sorry for spam tagging, but I'm just trying to reach my old audience and maybe rebuild some of what was lost. Please spread the word about my old blog getting deleted, if you can. It would mean a lot to me 💛

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reblogging on this one because there’s more followers than my main so hopefully more traction

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are you happy? - aki hayakawa x ftm reader

warnings: stresses of coming out to a loved one, dysphoria, didn’t know how to end it lol

“i’m transgender.”

you thought that the crushing weight of anxiety would disappear as soon as you said those words. instead it gave way to a dark hole of regret.

all the strength and courage you had been building up for the past few weeks had left you. what was supposed to have been the sweet taste of relief on your lips was instead bitter regret. how you wished to take back those words.

it wasn’t like you regretted who you were - you had finally found the word as to why you hated wearing dresses, why you always shied away when people called you a woman or lady, why something felt wrong. when it finally hit you, after weeks of researching and doubting yourself, it was like you were splashed with cold water on a hot day. it felt right. it felt like you.

no, what you regretted was uttering those words on a random thursday afternoon to your boyfriend.

just looking at aki’s face made you cringe. he was going through as many emotions as possible - confusion, shock, hurt, and confusion again. you had been in a similar position. on that first week when you decided to try to find out what was wrong with you (nothing was actually wrong with you. you just hadn’t found your true self yet) those emotions hit you like a steam train.

his silence only made that hole of regret grow deeper. for three years the both of you had dated. you had been living together for the past year with talks of marriage coming up every so often. now you had essentially told him that you were someone different to the person he had fallen in love with.

“wow,” aki spoke at last. he put down his cup and blinked slowly. “that’s… i don’t know what to say.”

was his shock good? was it bad? you weren’t sure. for the first time in years, you didn’t know what was running through aki’s head. it terrified you.

of all the outcomes you had thought of before coming out to him, this was the one you dreaded the most. in the best outcome, he embraced you with open arms and proposed to you on the spot. in the worst one, let’s just say you were glad it didn’t come to fruition. this one, however, had you wrapping your arms around yourself.

you didn’t know what aki would do or what he would even say. in this moment, with just the two of you in the apartment, anything could happen. as you hugged yourself, falling into that chasm of regret and anxiety, you prayed that the worst wouldn’t come to pass.

“i know it’s a big thing,” you spoke quietly. “it’s life changing. but i’m not a woman. i’ve never been a woman and i’ve just now found the words to describe who i am. i’m a man. i’ve always been a man. i just know it now.”

aki nodded. his lips were pressed together, eyes staring at your form. you shuffled in your seat. he was scrutinising you, looking for anything that seemed off.

“i still love you,” your words came out as a whisper. voice trembling and eyes blurring, you said, “i’ll always love you but i want to love you as me. not her.”

that was what terrified you most - if aki asked you to stay as her for him.

in the weeks since your realisation, every time someone addressed you by her name it made your skin crawl. when you looked in the mirror hoping you would see yourself, you would see her instead. there had been several nights when aki had been away on a mission that you cried yourself to sleep. you were trapped in her body with no way to escape.

this was supposed to have been a liberating moment. it was supposed to have been the time where you could finally start embracing yourself. but you had a duty to aki, to tell him the truth and pray that he accepted you. it wouldn’t have been right to either of you to hide yourself for any longer. no, he deserved to know so you could learn to be yourself with or without him.

“are you…” aki breathed deeply. “are you happy? as him? and not… her?”

you nodded. “i don’t think i’ve been this happy before. obviously when i’m with you i’m happy but i don’t think i’ve actually ever been truly happy before.”

aki grabbed your hand. he pulled you into a hug, his free hand cradling your head. “that’s all i’ve ever wanted for you.”

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i'd like it known that i have spent 15 hours playing genshin today and have completed everything (except the valiant chronicle fighting things). 100% exploration, newest achievement set finished (not sure about the book ones though), all meeting points maxed out, all world quests done, and all archon quests too. also got columbina

i don't have any friend irl to brag to about my accomplishments :(

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behaviour of dragons - neuvillette x male reader

warnings: written on phone, spoilers up to fontaine archon quest (first paragraph)

with lantern rite fast approaching, you had managed to convince neuvillette to celebrate it with you. having been born and raised in liyue, the annual lantern rite celebrations were very dear to you and you tried to attend as many as you could after moving to fontaine. it was harder to go as the years went by, different circumstances stopping you from going home - that time with the flood was especially difficult. this year, however, you managed to make some time to go back to liyue and neuvillette had agreed to accompany you.

the bustling streets and crowded stalls brought back a sense of nostalgia that you had sorely missed. people were making xiao lanterns, ready to release in a few days time. an elderly woman you recognised from childhood was handing out kites to children and adults alike. it was the exact same festivities as when you were last in liyue but it felt different - it felt refreshingly new.

“should we get a dragon kite?” you asked neuvillette as you walked past the woman. your arm was entwined either his, his hand placed gently on top of your arm. “i’m sure the melusines would love them.”

he glanced at the kites on display and frowned. it was almost imperceptible but you saw his lips turn down and his brows furrow. looking at the kite he saw, you chuckled to yourself.

“it doesn’t have to be a rex lapis one,” you said while pulling him closer. “i’m certain there are some non-geo archon kites available.”

there was one. an azure dragon that looked strikingly like osial. no one seemed interested in it, people presumably still upset at his destruction of the harbour. why the old lady had an osial kite, you had no idea but it would probably put a smile on neuvillette’s face at least.

handing the woman the money, you tucked the kite under your free arm and moved to a different stall. thankfully, it was a drinks one with different options ranging from cider lake water to tea from qiaoying village. was that water from the primordial sea?

“lantern rite isn’t all bad,” you said to neuvillette as he read through the menu. “it’s the time to celebrate the new year and new beginnings. plus you get to try new things as well.”

“i hold no animosity to the celebrations itself,” he said after ordering a glass of springvale water (you knew he had been wanting to try that water for a while, so you were happy he had the opportunity now). “it’s the archon i hold issue with.”

neuvillette whispered the last part to you. while he might have been in liyue on holiday with you, he was still the iudex of fontaine and easily recognisable. if someone of importance heard him disrespecting the archon of the nation he was visiting, then it would surely cause issues the both of you could do without.

you knew of his hatred of the archons. when you first started your relationship, neuvillette was very honest in who he was and his role in the world. it was nothing new to you - in fact, you supported his hatred as best as you could. while you held no hatred to the archons yourself, you fully understood his reasons for his own hatred. that’s why you were so grateful that he agreed to come to liyue with you. neuvillette was making a sacrifice for your happiness and you would be sure to return the favour in kind when the opportunity presented itself.

“rex lapis is dead,” you said to him. the vendor passed you both your orders. quietly, you added, “it’s not like you’ll see him here today.”

“osmanthus wine, please.”

neuvillette’s nostrils flared. he grimaced as if the air had turned sour. the hand on your arm turned suddenly possessive.

you looked to your side. if you weren’t mistaken, this was zhongli from wangsheng funeral parlour. while you wouldn’t say you were close friends with him, the both of you were on good enough terms to hold a civil conversation.

“mister zhongli,” you smiled at him. “how nice it is to see you again.”

his eyes flickered over at neuvillette for a brief second, flashing a deep golden colour, before settling back on you. “i hadn’t expected to see you back in liyue harbour for some time. how are you?”

“i’m good,” you exchanged pleasantries briefly, telling him that you were back for the lantern rite celebrations only. “unfortunately, we couldn’t get a lot of time off so we’re only here for the next two days.”

“i’m sorry to hear that,” zhongli gave a sad smile before addressing neuvillette. “and who might you be?”

“his fiancée,” neuvillette said curtly. “i am iudex of fontaine, neuvillette.”

there was no way you were imagining the tension that had suddenly appeared. it was suffocating, like too many layers on a hot summers day. the two men you stood between were glaring at each other. while zhongli was hiding his displeasure fairly well, it felt as if neuvillette was ready to blast him into next year.

“it is a pleasure to meet you, monsieur neuvillette,” zhongli smiled at him before turning his attention back to you. his smile seemed to soften as he said, “you are lucky to have captured such a man like him.”

you weren’t sure if he was saying that to you or neuvillette.

not wanting to suffocate in… whatever that was, you went to pull neuvillette away. “it was nice seeing you again, mister zhongli, but i’d like to show the iudex here some of my childhood favourites.”

you didn’t stay long enough to arrange a proper reunion. in fact, once you started pulling neuvillette away, he took charge and began dragging you as far away from zhongli as possible. his steps were long and fast, as if he couldn’t get away quick enough.

when the both of you reached the other side of the harbour, where the air smelled more of fish and salt than the sweet delicacies you like, neuvillette stopped. he breathed in deeply, to calm himself perhaps, before turning back to you.

“you never said you knew him,” he spat the word like poison. the grimace he wore only deepened as he took another breath. “sovereigns, you smell like him now.”

“and what is your issue with mister zhongli?” you tried to pull your arm from his but his grip only tightened. “i’ve definitely spoke about him before to you, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that i talked to him.”

he sighed deeply.

if you were an idiot, you wouldn’t have been able to put the pieces together - to see both of their reactions and not reach the logical conclusion. thankfully, you weren’t an idiot.

“zhongli is rex lapis?” you quietly hissed. a few people passing by looked at you before moving on. “how could you tell?”

“he reeks,” neuvillette pulled you close as best as he could with a cup in his other hand. “and his stench has now befallen you. we must get you to a bathhouse as quickly as possible to rid you of his stench.”

you had to stop yourself from making a lewd remark. neuvillette was clearly shaken up. he would never act this way back in fontaine. maybe you had misjudged his anger. it probably ran deeper than you thought.

“ok,” you stepped toward him, closing the gap between you. “let’s go back to the hotel and i’ll wash up. then we can stay in for the rest of the night.”

he faltered. the anger on his face faded ever so slightly. while you had spoken softly, you couldn’t hide the hurt in your eyes.

“perhaps i was too harsh,” said neuvillette as you both walked back to the hotel. “if you wish to stay out to enjoy the festivities, i shall join you. it is our holiday, after all.”

you shook your head. “it’s alright. lantern rite is only just beginning. we’ll have plenty of time tomorrow. and maybe i can wear your spare jacket? to keep zhongli’s smell off me, of course.”

neuvillette kissed your forehead. “of course.”

you wondered how he would react when he found out that you had been drinking buddies with the anemo archon at one point.

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Hi! I don’t know if this comes off as weird, but how did you start your blog? I want to write requests and other stories but I don’t really know where to start. So if you have any suggestions or ideas please do share! Thank you, and also Happy New Years!

write and read

if you look through my stuff, you’ll see that only a handful are requests. almost everything is from stuff that has inspired me: real life events, books/films i’ve watched, even other fanfics. i write because i enjoy writing - i write for myself. having other people enjoy it is just a plus

i’ve been around fanfics a long time. roughly 13 years. this blog is only 4 years old (i think) but i’ve had like 5 old blogs on tumblr and several others across multiple different sites i deleted because i felt like i couldn’t keep up with what people wanted from me - what they expected of me. that’s why i’m more “strict” on this blog because i like to write and i don’t want to feel pressured into writing stuff i don’t enjoy

so literally just write. doesn’t matter if it’s shit, you get better through practice. read other people’s works and be inspired by them. read physical books and learn their little writing tricks (only read one chapter so far but sunrise on the reaping showed me how to move things along without doing a time skip thing)

if you want to write for books and shows and films, do it. if you want to write original stuff, do it. don’t focus on the numbers, just focus on what makes you happy.

consume what you like and produce what you like

for actual writing advice, i have none. i just word vomit, copy my own tags and post

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charity auction; half eaten - manjiro sano x gn reader

a/n: sorry this has taken so long. the festive period and a lack of motivation is a great combination

original post

you could only stare at mikey across the table. he was eating his third dessert without a care in the world. a pleasant smile was plastered across his face. you weren't sure if it was because of the desserts or the date.

the both of you had been sat in your favourite diner for roughly forty minutes and neither of you had addressed the elephant in the room. while you wallowed in anxiety and thoughts of inadequacy, mikey was happily eating away.

it was stupid to think that he underestimated your charisma. he had been there almost every time you had turned down someone's confession. he had made jokes about it as well, calling you a heartbreaker for returning valentine's day chocolates to a girl. you didn't know why he bought a date with you if he knew that you were fully capable of getting one yourself.

the most perplexing of all was the fact that mikey didn't need to buy your time. if he asked you to hang out, you would happily drop everything to meet up with him. there had been times when you had cancelled on your other friends just to go on a drive with mikey. those late night hang outs, the lingering looks, they all meant something to you - something that caused your heart to flutter and your face to heat up.

did he feel the same way? you could never tell with mikey. he hid his emotions well and never let you know more than you needed to. maybe this date - if you could even call it a date - was his way of telling you that he wanted to step away from the friendship that teetered on something more. that the both of you should remain friends and nothing more.

"are you going to finish that?"

mikey pointed at the half eaten dessert on your plate. half eaten was a stretch. it was more like you had taken small bites when your mind wasn't occupied with the swirling thoughts of doubt.

"you can finish it," you slid it over to him. "is there anything else you want to do on this date?"

you wanted it to end quickly. the sooner it ended, the sooner you would know whether you would still have a friend or not.

"not really," he took a bite, a flush covering his face. "we can go back to mine and play games if you want. still expecting a kiss, though."

you nodded. going back to his house seemed like the best course of action. it wasn't too far from your own so if you needed to run away, you could easily wallow at home -

"a kiss?!"

mikey grinned. "yeah. you get kisses on dates. this is a date so i should get a kiss."

"i thought - this is - you -" words failed you. your brain failed you. your heart hadn't failed as it was beating harshly in your chest. it felt as if it would tear through your rib cage at any point.

"then," mikey ignored your stammering, "we can talk about our relationship. and kiss more after."

relationship? kiss? more?!

"i thought you pitied me!" you exclaimed a little too loudly. "that you bought this date to show i'm not hopeless with romance."

he laughed. in any other situation, you would have smiled. as rare as those laughs were, you cherished them whenever you could. now, however, you wanted the ground to swallow you up so you wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment eating through you.

"i like you," said mikey after his laughter died down. "why else do you think we hang out so much? i want to date you."

how were you so clueless. the signs were all there: the late night messages, the way he lit up whenever he saw you, how he was always near you no matter what. you just thought that was how he treated his friends! how were you to know he had a crush on you too?!

"i'm an idiot," you slumped against your seat. "a real life idiot."

"yes you are," said mikey. "but you're my idiot."

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you like boys - z-team x gn reader

warnings: one swear word

who could blame you for staring when a row of the most handsome men in the world stood in front of you? half naked at that. glistening abs, toned biceps, thighs thick enough to crush a watermelon. if it weren't for the fact that they weren't waiting on you hand and foot, you would have thought you in were heaven.

"uh, dude," malevola nudged you. "you alright?"

you hummed. you thanked whoever was smart enough to suggest a pool day in the efforts of team building. it meant that you had a front row seat to the best show in town.

flambae was stretching by the pool. his arms tensed and flexed. sweat trickled down them, sizzling in the heat. royd joined him. they both leant over, rears in perfect viewing position. fuck, it was like they were tempting you.

"i love men," you dreamily sighed.

"we know," coupe huffed. you caught her throwing glances at punch up every so often. even though she sounded annoyed, she seemed to be enjoying the sight as well.

"yeah," prism laughed. "you're always oogling and oggling then in the changing rooms. swear down, you ran into a pole while sonar was in his bat form."

the girls laughed at you. it didn't bother you. they just couldn't appreciate fine art like you could.

"hey," robert walked up with a bottle of sunscreen in hand. "can one of you help me get my back? it's a bit difficult with beef running around."

"yup! i can help!" you shot up and took the bottle from him. he spared you a quizzical glance before walking off to a spare sunbed.

now you could enjoy art in the flesh. surely, the girls must be jealous.

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lunch - robert robertson iii x male reader

warnings: use of y/n, based on me going home on lunch, suggestive content mention

robert walked into the rec room. half of the z-team were sat down, eating their lunch. the rest were spending their lunch break on their phones or chatting with each other. his eyes scanned the room and he huffed.

"where's y/n?" he asked. "isn't he normally in here with you all?"

he knew that was a lie. normally you would be with him on the lunch break, talking about life or the horrendous shift that had just happened. and yet, when robert went to meet you at the regular spot in the conference room, you were nowhere to be found.

"no clue," invisigal appeared behind him. she slid past him and took a seat next to golem. "isn't he with you? getting dicked down or whatever you two do when you think we aren't watching?"

"he doesn't get - you know what, it doesn't matter," robert wiped a hand across his face. "has anyone else seen him?"

there was a variety of responses but they were all the same answer - no. sonar chimed in, saying the last time he had seen you was just before lunch had started and you were leaving the building.

that caused minor alarm bells to go off in robert's mind. meeting up for lunch was part of the routine the both of you had delicately crafted ever since he had become z-team's dispatcher. for you to leave before it was lunch, without even saying anything to him, was cause for alarm.

robert asked which way you went. hopefully he could use his detective skills, as amateur as they were, to find out where you went. then he could bring you back and chew you out for leaving him without saying where you went.

"i dunno man," said sonar. he pulled a rat out of a tupperware box. "he went outside the building. i was inside."

"can't you just," malevola waved her phone around, "i don't know, use the tracker thing to find him?"

why didn't he think of that? robert knew why he didn't think of that. for one, he thought you were still in the building and believed he could easily find you within sdn's walls. and for two, he didn't want to seem overprotective or insecure. he didn't know exactly what the both of you had going on, but robert did know that stalking your location would easily ruin the nice thing you had going.

"nice thinking," he turned around, ready to head back to his desk and hunt you down, when he walked into someone.

stepping back, he saw your grinning face. in one hand you held a plastic bag and in the other was a cup. where did you get the cup from?

"yo."

"and where have you been?" robert put his hands on his hips. the tenseness in his shoulders had disappeared and relief had replaced the anxiety in his heart.

"loverboy over there was freaking out on your disappearance," prism called from her spot next to flambae, coupe, and punch up.

"i went home," you shrugged and took a sip from the cup. "got some food, had a piss, then came back."

"must have been a long piss for it to have taken twenty minutes," robert tried glaring at you. he really did try but the shameless grin on your face made it hard for him to be angry at you. "where do you even live?"

you casually wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "across the road. you can see my room from the carpark. we going to go eat or what?"

robert really did have the worst luck when it came to picking the people closest to him. he waved to the z-team before letting you drag him to the conference room so the both of you could eat.

"maybe after work, i can give you a tour of the place."

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i'll go - sae itoshi x gn reader

warnings: angst, probably will rewrite at some point

today was the day you had been dreading for weeks. each red mark on your calendar seemed to count down towards your own personal doomsday. it wasn't the actual end of the world, but it sure did feel like it to you.

your best friend, your childhood crush, was leaving. sae had told you a month or so ago that he had been scouted for a spanish football team and he would be going. he didn't mince any words, telling you the facts plain and simple. despite the tears brimming in your eyes and the ache in your heart, sae didn't change his tone. he wrapped his arm around you as a quiet comfort.

that had been the worst day in your life. so far, at least. you expected his leaving party today would be the worst. in just a matter of hours, sae would be on a plane to europe while you would be at home - without him.

"do you have to leave?" you asked him.

the both of you had met up at your spot by the beach. for once rin wasn't tailing behind him. he was probably back at home either celebrating his brother's accomplishment or crying his heart. if it weren't for the fact that this would be the last time you would be seeing sae for possibly years then you would be crying your heart out at home too.

"if i want to become the best striker in the world," said sae, "then i have to go. japan is too small for me. there's no way i can be the best if i stay."

"but i'm here," you mumbled. although you spoke quietly, it felt like you were screaming.

sae sighed. he shuffled closer to you and took your hand in his. it was warm. "i don't want to leave you. but i have to."

"you don't have to do anything," you squeezed his hand. "we can run away together. catch the train and live in the countryside, like they do in the films. you don't have to leave me."

you weren't sure if this was you pleading for your best friend or begging your crush to stay. either way, you didn't want him to leave. spain was so far away. you wouldn't be able to wake up and go straight to his house anymore. if you wanted to see him, you would have to go on a plane. you didn't even have a passport. it all seemed impossible.

"i'll come back," sae squeezed your hand back. "i won't be gone forever. and when i come home, we can get ice cream and talk about the things that have happened. i'll still be the same sae you know."

you sniffled. a hasty rub of your eyes left the back of your hand wet. "you wouldn't have to come back if you never leave in the first place."

it was pointless arguing your point. sae was leaving and you wouldn't be able to change his mind. and yet, you still tried. if there was a part of him that loved you as much as you loved him then he would stay. he would see through your stubborn points and confess his love to you. the both of you would be able to stay together.

sae's dad shouted for him. he was stood by the car, engine idling. sae looked at him for a second, his gaze returning to you quickly. his lips parted before closing.

"i'll miss you," he whispered. he pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. you hugged him back, arms wrapped securely around him. if you held on long enough then he would miss his plane and have to stay with you.

"don't go," you whispered.

sae pulled away from you. with a gentle tug, he removed his hand from yours and walked over to his dad. through tear filled eyes, you watched him climb into the car and drive off.

undoubtedly, this was the worst day of your life.

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I would like a crossover between Tokyo Revengers and Assassination Classroom.

Author, when you have time, you can write a fanfiction about how Mikey. He enters the world of Assassination Classroom, and I want the fanfiction to feature a Yaoi Mikey x Karma ship. And I want Mikey on top. Only instead of the name Manjiro, he was called M!T/N or (Name), but let's keep the last name Sano and the nickname Mikey.

Mikey's appearance should also be similar to the original, with blond hair and black eyes.

I also wanted Mikey to have a black pulse.

I also want Mikey from this fanfiction to have the same personality as in the original, acting like a child.

but when there was a serious situation, his face became cold.

I still would like to (Mikey was the active and Karma was the passive).

If you can't write it, it's okay.

please read the request rules before sending in a request. this request goes against 3 things in the request rules (see the red splotches above)

i only write for male or gn readers. this is clearly a mikey x karma request even though you've asked for the reader to take mikey's place

i have not written anything for assassination classroom and i won't either. i've not watched it and it's not on my list to watch either

although it's not a massive paragraph, there is still a lot of detail that you'd like me to include which extremely limits what i'll be able to do

#4 as i forgot to splotch it: this is a sfw blog. i have and will write suggestively implied stuff but i will not write explicit material. the language used is clearly aimed towards a nsfw work which i will not write on this blog

read the rules before requesting. there's 12 rules but they are fairly relaxed and easy to follow

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requests

current requests (see request and blog rules here)

charity auction (tokyo revengers)

- manjiro sano

- inui seishu

preferred requests (these will be a higher priority than other requests)

n/a

in drafts (works that are currently being written)

- charity auction: manjiro sano (tokyo revengers)

- robert robertson iii x male reader (dispatch)

- sonar x male reader (dispatch)

- yami sukehiro x gn reader (black clover)

- flins x gn reader (genshin impact)

- yuno x gn reader (black clover)

- nozel silva x male reader (black clover)

- yoichi isagi x male reader (blue lock)

- toji fushiguro x male reader (jujutsu kaisen)

- manjiro sano x male reader (tokyo revengers)

- the hanks x male reader (date everything)

- noel noa x male reader (blue lock)

- chilchuck timms x gn reader (delicious in dungeon)

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updated for first time in a year lol

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Author, are you making a yaoi fanfiction on Tumblr for the character Karma Akabane?

please read the request rules before sending in a request

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no matter what - tamaki amajiki x male reader

warnings: angst, reader comforts character, insecurities and low self-esteem, swearing

“when i got into this relationship with you, i knew you were broken.”

it was a heavy confession. one that tamaki didn’t need to hear. the air around him tensed as he curled into himself. at one of his lowest points and you, his loving boyfriend, decided to punch him down further.

“everyone told me to leave you,” your hand touched his shoulder and you sat down next to him. he tried to move away but you didn’t let him. “they said you were one bad day away from going off the deep end. i knew that - i know it.”

he sniffled. “then why are you still with me? if you know i’m a lost cause, why torture yourself being with me?”

the words were harsh but he believed them to be true. when you confessed to him, the most perfect guy in the world, part of him believed it was a joke. surely there had to have been someone with a camera filming you. but when you held his hands, kissed his cheek and said that you loved him, he cried. never did he expect someone to love him, let alone you.

tamaki was being cruel, he knew it. his insecurities were getting the better of him and he was using that fear - that anger - to lash out at you. as much as he hated it, he thought he was protecting you from him. everyone, including himself, knew that he was going to crash and burn eventually.

and here you were, admitting that you knew it too.

“because i love you. and it’s not torture to me.” you pulled him against your body. his shoulders shuddered and shook. “life is hard. fuck, life is shit. i have bad days, everyone has bad days. just because you have more bad days than me doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve the good days.”

“is that why you’re with me?” he tried to glare at you with glassy eyes. “to fix me?”

he spat the words like a curse. every friend he had, all the therapists and counsellors he had talked to used that word like it was a beacon of hope. everything was fixable - he just needed to put the work in. if tamaki just tried, then he could do better - be better.

but he was tired. years of feeling like shit, like he wasn’t good enough, had sapped the energy from him. sometimes he didn’t have the energy to be near you. you, the man he loved with all his heart. he would use pathetic excuses so you wouldn’t have to see him at his lowest. it didn’t matter if those excuses lasted hours or even days, you didn’t deserve to deal with his bad days.

you didn’t deserve to deal with his shit.

“no,” your voice was breathy. if he looked at you now then he would see the tears brimming in your eyes, the pain on your face. “i’m not with you to fix you. that isn’t my job.”

“then what is? because everyone thinks they can fix me but it’s been five years of therapists and medications and self-help books and nothing has helped. i’m a lost cause.”

it would be better if he broke up with you. save you from his pain and set you free. all of tamaki's insecurities, the anxious questions of whether you still loved him, were just caging you in. you would probably be better off with someone who could actually give you all the love you deserved.

“my job is to be there,” you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “through your highs and your lows. if you need me, i’ll be there. if you don’t, then i can stay away but it isn’t my job to fix you. that’s something only you can do, if and when you’re ready to try. if you don’t want to start now, you don’t have to but no matter what, i will be there because i love you. i love all of you, good and bad.”

he wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse. the daunting fear of needing to fix himself hung around his neck like a rope. you expected him to sort himself out, to wade through the anxieties and insecurities that weighed him down.

but you said that the change didn’t have to start now. tamaki could still feel shit and you would stay with him. it was a promise to be with him, to love him. that did lighten a bit of the weight on him. not a lot but enough to calm him slightly.

“so if today you need to cry and sit in darkness,” you continued, “i’ll sit with you. fuck, i might cry a bit too. we’ll do what you need to do at your pace. not mine, not the stupid therapist’s - yours.”

“and you’ll still love me?” he wiped the snot and tears from his face. his sleeve was covered in it. “you’ll still want to be my boyfriend despite the fact i’m a mess?”

you kissed his head. “i’ll love you no matter what. you’re my boyfriend as much as i am yours. you can cry and blow snot bubbles as much as you need to, but you’re not getting rid of me.”

need. not want but need. that’s what he loved about you. it felt like you were the only one who understood that tamaki wanted to get better but he couldn’t. for him to hear you say that you were listening to his needs was another weight off his chest. a small weight, but one nonetheless.

“can we stay like this then?” he asked.

“of course. we can stay like this for as long as you need.”