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hi. kiki here. she/they. i used to write a lot of x-reader fanfic and i still do from time to time, but now this blog is mostly just a clusterfuck of reblogs of things i like, including but not beholden to: anime, manga, horny stuff, formula 1, video games, books, bugs, etc.
i am a selfshipper. if we share a character, support me, and i will support you. if you don’t support or acknowledge my selfship, that’s fine, just don’t expect me to do the same for yours. we can still be cool regardless. i also enjoy and support many cc x cc ships.
fandoms: twisted wonderland, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, genshin impact, honkai star rail, one piece, formula 1 (rbr), stardew valley, cyberpunk 2077, asoiaf, and many more that i dabble in
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kiki I must ask about your big white boy: is he touchy? does he have to have some sort of physical contact at all times or else he’ll explode?
also hi ily💛
lex hi ilytoo~~~ 🤍🤍🤍🤍
he's actually not very handsy, but he is the type to just lean into me--sitting and standing with his side pressed to mine, standing so close behind me that the back of my head brushes against his chest. the times he does get handsy, it's more like the urge to scoop up a cat whenever you see one just chilling ya know? he's always just wants to pick me up and carry me around over his shoulder (also enjoys my ass in his peripheral alsfkaslfa;pl)
“This is exactly why you should visit me at work, sweetheart. Going a whole day without kissing you is like torture.”
“That’s very dramatic of you, ‘kashi.”
“I know, and you should kiss it better.”
“You’re lucky that I love you.”
“I know and I am.”
Ahhh my first kissy commission with kakashi!! Thank you so much to @zestivivi for bringing this to life 🥰 I really shouldn’t be allowed in Hokage tower or no work is getting done by the man in charge 🫣
Notes: I think this was one of the first fics I ever wrote, written around ~2 years ago. It was written for a dear friend who was having some shitty days. I haven't really edited it since then so idk if it reads odd compared to my current writing.
Tags: Albedo x reader, established relationship, reader has an unspecified chronic condition that causes intense flareups of pain, comfort, fluff, petname usage ("my flower")
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It had been days since you'd last been outside and felt the fresh air fill your lungs. You'd been laying in the excruciatingly empty double bed, curled up and trying to shield yourself from an invisible evil.
Albedo was busy somewhere on Dragonspine. He'd been reluctant to leave, having caught on to what he believed were early signs of your condition taking a turn for the worse.
But you'd assured him it would be fine, he was just being overly anxious.
You'd lovingly cupped his cheek, his cool skin so soothing against your palm while you'd reassured him that nothing was awry. There had been a sliver of doubt in those deep blue eyes, but he'd ultimately yielded to your wish and left for his little hideaway, swearing he'd be back a week from then.
It had been four days.
It had felt like months.
Not that you hadn't tried to keep yourself occupied and busy, but it was limited how much you could realistically pass the time from the too empty bed.
The first day had been fine, you'd made your favorite dinner after spending the afternoon reading and drawing in Albedo's study as you often did when he was home as well. The second day was significantly worse.
From the moment you opened your eyes it was clear that getting out of bed would be a challenge. And on top of that, everything was just wrong. The sounds of nature a little too shrill, the light hurting your eyes, the texture of your bedsheets feeling like small hooks grabbing onto your skin.
Kaeya had stopped by a little past noon, smirking as he recounted how Albedo had made him swear to check on you every other day. It was clear that your husband had prepared his friend thoroughly, and you couldn't suppress a small smile as you sat in your favorite chair and watched him do his utmost to tiptoe around and take care of some household tasks so you wouldn't have to.
The third day was hell.
As you woke up on the fourth day of Albedo's absence you had to take a deep breath to calm your frayed nerves. It was going to be fine, it always was, no matter how much it didn't feel like it. The words felt hollow in your mind, having no effect other than aggravating yourself further. The sun was already high in the sky, although that didn't surprise you much with how little sleep you'd managed to get the day prior. Your thoughts were already spiraling downwards and burying your head under the blanket to shield yourself from the day didn't help.
A frustrated groan left your lips as the pillow beneath your head became uncomfortably wet. The urge to scream bubbled up in your chest, but just as your lips parted the sound of the bedroom door creaking open snapped your focus back to the present. Your mind was running a thousand thoughts a second, fear of the intruder making your chest constrict painfully until you registered a soft voice filling the oppressive silence of the room.
"Love? It's just me. Can you give me an indicator if you're awake?"
Albedo's voice carried a clear hint of worry although he did his best to mask it behind the soothing tone. Feeling too drained for anything else, you settled on shuffling beneath the blanket, reaching a hand out from your sanctuary. A soft hum indicated that he'd moved closer to you, ever mindful not to get into your space unless invited.
"How are you feeling? I received words you were getting worse," as his words registered you let out a soft sigh, closing your burning eyes, the tears having long since run out.
Kaeya had noticed and gotten Albedo to come back, once again you were just a burden to him.
"...your status, my flower?"
Ever patient, his voice remained a gentle caress although the underlying urgency in needing to asses you was barely hidden under the surface. Hesitantly, you turned your hand palm up in a silent invitation to him, letting him know that his presence was appreciated. Barely a second passed before his cool fingertips grazed your skin, slotting his hand perfectly against yours. He must've felt your heightened pulse, knowing your body a little too well.
"I'd much rather be here with you when you need me. Everything else can wait," there was such a certainty to his words, his voice not wavering once.
It brought a certain ease to your heart, the simple words reassuring you that this relationship was as much his choice as it was yours. He'd picked you, and would always pick you over anything else. The passage of time was lost on you as you remained in the darkness provided by the blanket, Albedo remaining silently by your side, never letting go of your hand.
"I've been working on something better to relieve the pain, it's not quite ready. But soon. I promise," you wanted to cry at how the sorrow permeated his words, his hand gripping yours a little tighter.
"I'll be back in a moment, flower" and before you could protest, the bed creaked as he stood up, the soft patter of feet retreating down the hallway of your shared home.
When he came back, you'd shifted enough that the top of your head was above the blanket. A small smile broke out on his face as he saw you, although worry persisted in his expression as he took note of your state. In his hands was a wooden tray containing your favorite mug, steam rising lazily from it, a plate of snacks and a book.
"There's my lovely wife," his loving smile stayed as he made his way over, setting down the tray onto your nightstand.
He quickly stripped himself down to only his underwear, moving over to climb in from his side of the bed. There was nothing but pure admiration in his gaze as he looked at you, positioning himself so he was sitting against the headboard. Knowing what he was offering you moved over to sit between his legs, letting his hands slide under the blanket and rub lightly at your shoulders and arms, tracing small circles into the soft skin.
You took a shuddering breath, trying to enjoy it despite every reverent touch of his hands leaving behind a feeling akin to a pinprick in it's wake. You moved a bit away and he took the hint instantly, muttering a sweet apology as he removed his hands and let you wrap the blanket fully around yourself again, taking respite in the soft texture. As you finished settling, his arms wrapped around your little cocoon, giving a light squeeze that made your body flood with a sense of security, the unpleasant sensations dulled by his presence. Your voice felt shaky and foreign as you forced a couple of words out, barely speaking above a whisper.
"I'm sorry..." another subtle squeeze of his arms before one of them loosened, reaching over to bring the cup to your lips.
His reply was prefaced by a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head. "I'll always come back for you, it's never a bother, don't you dare for a moment believe I'm not exactly where I wish to be."
(tasting the tangerine on his lips, grinning) she’s a firecracker that one. Bright, magic, full of energy. Or maybe she’s what it feels like to walk barefoot outside in the early morning. Soft, vibrant, wakes me up and reminds me of the beauty of the world. She’s delicate but strong. Spiders silk or something like that, and a million times more beautiful.
(He places a slice of the fruit in her open palm, closes her fingers around it, and presses a kiss to her knuckles). I think I’m going to make her a cake today, she can make as many wishes as she wants, put frosting on my lips so she has to kiss it away, and I’ll put a flower behind her ear. It’s her birthday, yeah, but what a gift that I get to be with her on it, yknow?
Always hers, Umemiya
Happy Birthday sweetpea @dynapuff 🩷 hope you like this little gift
Hemlock should’ve specified that some romantic gestures weren’t going to work on everyone.
Balor, as he stares down the end of a very sharp blade, should’ve known better than to sneak into the house of someone who lived alone. But he acted on that impulse, hearing the words of a man in a very happy marriage with three beautiful children, without truly considering the applicability of the innkeeper’s romantic tale. Instead of wooing and sharing soft words between lovers, he’d gotten knocked down by his frightened lover and pinned to the floor with a foot on his chest and sword ready to make its plunge to send him to the spirits that might await him in the afterlife.
He would not be embarrassed to admit that being on the other end of your sword brought a new appreciation for your beauty to the front of his mind. Even in your pajamas, a pair of shorts and tank top and your hair a mess from being in bed, you radiated a calmness despite there being an intruder in your home. Your cheeks are flushed, likely from the rush to collect your weapon and protect the cottage you’d made a home; chest heaving but sword held steady at his throat with not a wobble in sight. Your eyes that always served as kindling for the fire that you’d lit in his heart now carried an intensity that added kerosene to that fire — and he wanted the fire to consume him in both body and spirit if you felt he deserved it.
“I’m sorry to have woken you,” is all he can think to say, leaning as far back into the hardwood floors as he could to get distance between his neck and your sword.
But he can watch as your recognition of his voice sets in, the point of your sword leaving his neck to instead be dropped to your side as your limbs relax now that you knew who was in your home. Your face is much softer now, despite the quirked brow as your hand settles on your hip.
“Why did you break into my house?”
“I heard sneaking in was romantic,” he explains, rubbing the back of his neck as he sits up. You continue to look down at him, trying to do the mental math to figure out just who he was getting these ideas from in town. “Forgot about the fact that you live alone.”
“Yeah,” you murmur, smiling as you offer your hand to him to help him up to his feet. “I think the romanticism lies more in the secrecy of the act, and I don’t have parents here to tell me I can’t have a boy over after dark.”
You didn’t have parents living with you, no, but you did have a judgmental pet giving him a nefarious side-eye from the sofa. But you give his hand a squeeze before asking him to stay until morning, and he’s more than content to say yes and let you lead him to your bedroom.
The picnic basket is full of all her favorite snacks, she slept in while her boys made breakfast, her smile was as radiant as the sun, and she was so blessed to see another year.
Happy Birthday to a sunflower in all her glory. 🌻
Hiiiiiii a hugeeee thank you to my new sweet friend Katyaa on Vgen for this Kenzo piece. It literally makes me laugh so much look at these fools. literally no one can come near me without them being guard dogs. And the way Kenzo is mimicking Katsu's stink face bahahah and how I look like "what am I gonna do with these two?" bahahah Anyway a very lovely birthday present for myself with my forever boy and my sweet pretend baby boy who means the world to me. Once again please be nice. Thank you. 💖
Huge shout out to all the people who read fics. Who actually take the time out of their busy days to open a fic and read it
Before I started writing in earnest, I did not understand how much writing was going to eat into my fic reading time. We joke about having too many tabs open, but I have a different problem: the amount of tabs I have open on new fics is way smaller than it used to be. My ao3 wrapped would be a sad affair. Unless I’ve subscribed to an author or come across something on my dash, I basically don’t see it
Which has really driven home for me how much fandom cannot just be creators. You have to have people who want to read fic and meta discussions and joke posts. You have to have people who want to look at art and gifs. It has to be mutual.
Community thrives on flow. You have to have that movement of people sharing things with each other for a community to exist
