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i came to annoy you with a dumb joke

what do you call a bee that comes from america OH MY GOD I HEAR THE ICE CRWAM TEUSK

ANSWER THE QUESTION

how to answer because my brain is SO SLOW

ameribee?? 😭 please respond idk what the punch line is

Hi, how are u? If u don't mind, may I request *any genshin characters* with a short female reader who also has a short temper?

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hello anon! i’m okay, bit stressed but thank you for asking! i hope you’re doing well<3 i wasn’t sure on who to do and whether or not you had a preference for girls or boys — so i mixed them up :’) chose headcanon format since it was better suited, enjoy!

genre. chaotic + fluff

ft. alhaitham, ajax ( tartaglia / childe ), ayato kamisato, miko yae, lisa minci

short female! reader.

     ➫    𝓐𝗟𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you know what’s even more frustrating than living with alhaitham? it’s reaching the top shelf when you want to grab books.

⌗ that “feeble” ass scholar put the books of your favorite genre up on the highest tier because he doesn’t read them as often and prefers having his usual picks within reach.

⌗ ..or he just did it to hear you call out to him to come grab them off the shelf because kaveh is so nitpicky about moving furniture. meaning that in grabbing a chair or stool for leverage, you would risk an argument between the married couple, with the accusations going towards alhaitham, rather than you.

⌗ drama, basically. so you try to avoid it at the expense of your own dignity. and you SWEAR every time you call the scribe over, he’s got this silent, but smug aura about him and the faintest smirk. because oh, he knows what it does to that burning flame of frustration inside you.

⌗ sometimes he might grab the book and act as though he’s handing it to you before lifting it over your head, and it’s like a declaration of war.

⌗ “not funny, scribe.”

⌗ “to you.”

     ➫    𝓐𝗝𝗔𝗫   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ thought alhaitham was bad? think again.

⌗ tartaglia is a teasing little shit when it comes to your vertically challenged self, always walking up and coming to pat your head or drape his arm ( sometimes even body ) on you with this innocent smile on his lips ( don’t be fooled ). meanwhile you’re struggling to bear his weight. smh.

⌗ if he ever does something to infuriate you, it usually ends with you pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a piece of your mind. meanwhile he’s just laughing it up, which makes you all the more flushed and annoyed.

⌗ he likes to come up from behind you and babble or coo in your ear about how compact you are in his arms, teasing you with his words since it flusters you. your voice would pick up in pitch when tartaglia does this, and he only chuckles before peppering kisses all over you.

⌗ if there’s something you can’t quite reach and he witnesses you struggling to grab it, he’ll sneak up and pick you up to offer the leverage you need. of course it startles you when he does this, while he’s just holding you up simba style ( yes, yes he would do this ).

⌗ when he comes home from work, no matter how tired he might be, he rushes to your shared bedroom and spoons you, cooing a cheesy nickname and sweet nothings while he cuddles you.

⌗ “aw come now~ it’s only the truth that you’re my little munchkin<3 i could just eat you up!”

     ➫    𝓚𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝓐𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ another menace, what is up with hydro men istg..

⌗ he’s usually subtle about things, sly when he teases you about your height. you could be going off on him about something while he’s just doing the closed eye smile. but you swear there’s a smugness behind it that he hides TOO DAMN WELL.

⌗ purposely has things just SLIGHTLY out of reach to hear you call out to him for his help, as you’d be left with way of getting what you need without the help of your adoring boyfriend!

⌗ it takes a sigh and his name before he’s sauntering over, well aware of what you’re going to ask of him. and you struggle each time to get the words out, as the ice holding your pride thins even further.

⌗ yet he still asks what you called him over for, JUST to hear the words. “yes darling? what did you need me for?” there’s the SLIGHTEST emphasis on ‘need’ because that man KNOWS.

⌗ when he’s doing paperwork, sometimes he calls you over to where he’s sitting in the office, and just puts you on his lap. a makeshift chin rest, which has you bubbling with annoyance. but you can’t lie, his clothing is soft to the touch and his warmth serenades you. so the anger all but dissipates.

⌗ whenever the breeze picks up, he’ll drape his overcoat over your shoulders, which just looks like you’re drowning in bedsheets.

     ➫    𝓨𝗔𝗘   𝓜𝗜𝗞𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ and so, the one worse than all of those men combined.. enters the mix.

⌗ miko is one for making sly comments that’s for certain. so teasing you.. will not come as a surprise, in fact- it will be very frequent that she does this.

⌗ DUDE SHE USES THE FALSE SYMPATHY THING ISTG. the whole, “aww, poor little thing can’t reach? you need your dearest most capable lover to grab that for you?” and your face is just burning with embarrassment and frustration.

⌗ pets your head very often AND YET YOU CAN’T PET HERS WHEN SHE’S THE ONE ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HER FOX FORM. what in the name of hypocrisy is this.

⌗ strangely protective over you? you’re her adorable little cutie, the last thing she’d want was for you to be hurt! be it emotionally or physically. so she has a somewhat possessive aura surrounding her when it comes to other people. maybe it’s a youkai thing, you’re not that sure, but she tends to keep you close to her.

⌗ if you’re taking too long while someone is talking to you, especially during meetings and discussions for the publishing house, expect her to wrap her arms around you while lowering her chin to your shoulder, eyeing the person across from you with an ‘innocent’ smile.

⌗ wondering who’s the big spoon during cuddle sessions? certainly not you.

     ➫    𝓛𝗜𝗦𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ cut from the same cloth as miko honestly. atp it’s tall electro women with catalysts, there is no other reason.

⌗ now lisa is also one to tease, always cooing words into your ear which has you flustered beyond help. worst part is when she does it in the library and tells you to be quiet since you’re one to get loud. talk about UNFAIR.

⌗ if you’re ever annoyed about something or having a hard day, you can count on lisa to sit you on her lap with her hand on your head, gently urging you to rest on her chest ( pure heaven honestly ). and she’ll let you rant about your worries to her. she’s so mother.

⌗ while working, lisa tends to tire easily, so sometimes she might ask you to grab a book for her. to mess with you, occasionally she asks for something high up just to witness your struggling before eventually approaching to grab it</3

⌗ “you couldn’t have done that five minutes ago.. i was over here jumping and shuffling like a fool!”

⌗ “but it wouldn’t have been as fun to witness, cutie~! you should have seen how adorable you looked<3”

⌗ lisa likes to sleep for longer durations since again, she tires very easily. might be because of her lore where her life span was cut in half, but not sure.. ANYWAY. so if you’re sleeping together and you wake up before her? forget it, you’re not moving an inch. you’re in her arms until she awakens. you don’t wanna deal with angry lisa..

notes. super sorry for the delay, i’ve been busy as of late but i hope these characters are okay and that you’re satisfied with the outcome? i tried to follow what you wanted as best as i could</3 anyway hope you enjoy!

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a / n : i hope you guys enjoy these 💗 i swear i’m writing i’ve just been busy ahjdhd - i thought these were so funny and welcome to my crackheaded energy , hope you guys enjoy him in his crackheaded energy ✨🤭 if you guys want more of these or different characters, feel free to request my ask box!! <33 i’ll do my best to fulfill them :)

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MASTERLIST.

choose your genre~

roleplaying games! (ffvii!)

loving sephiroth (sephiroth x reader, headcanons)

adventure games! (genshin & honkai star rail!)

wonderwall (xiao x reader, drabble)

my college experiences thus far (cyno headcanons)

sports games! (haikyuu!)

fluffy texts with yuu nishinoya

my college experiences thus far (oikawa, iwaizumi, and kuroo headcanons)

turn based games! (misc that i like to write for!)

໒⦂ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆.

synopsis. the general of the xianzhou luofu is absolutely knocked out, nowhere to be found, and you’re left to look after of his son retainer.

genre. fluff + crack

tw. secondhand embarrassment..

for @melukonova <3

jing yuan x gn!reader.

“i am not a child!” the blond haired swordsman whined out, sheathing his icy blade. “therefore i do not need babysitting!”

you let out a sigh, throwing your bow on your back as you caught up to the fuming teen. “i don’t wanna look after you anymore than you want me to. but your dad- i mean, mentor, ordered me to.” a chill ran down your spine. “and i don’t even want to know what would happen if i disobeyed and lost you.”

the dozing general, as your good friend sushang called him, was all lax and carefree until angered. you being you, the last thing you wanted was to see first hand what that anger looked like. after all, they did say the calmer ones are scarier when they snap.

yanqing eyed you for a moment before letting out a huff, unfazed by her reasoning. “what makes you think i would get lost? i’m perfectly capable of handling myself, i’ve been doing so for years now!” he argued before drawing out a hum. an idea. “but..” he dragged out, peering at you from the peripheral of his gaze. “if you want to waste your day chasing me around, i suppose you’ll have to keep up!”

and just like that, the boy was gone within a sprint.

your palm came in contact with your forehead as you let out an ( exasperated ) sigh. normally you would have left the kid to do his thing, but with the mara-struck soldiers around and all sorts of dangerous beings.. it wasn’t wise to leave him on his own, even if his skills rivaled or outnumbered your own.

“this kid is gonna be the death of me.” with that in mind, you bolted after him. “wait up!”

yanqing didn’t dare slow down as he maneuvered his way through the artisanship commission — a favored place of his. for awhile he’d been eyeing a sword there, but sadly.. he’d spent his entire paycheck upon receiving it.

which for reference, was last week..

however, two days ago yuan had provided him with the necessary credits to purchase the blade. hence his pursuit for the antique store.

when his peridot eyes found his destination, they sparked with relief when they caught sight of the sword. his prayers had been answered! no one bought it!

he took the antique meticulously into his hands, as though afraid it could shatter if handled incorrectly, as he brought it up to the counter.

“sir yanqing, you’ve returned!” the storekeeper greeted, smiling brightly. “the sword’s been waiting for you the entire week! since no one has come to purchase it, it seems it was meant to be with you after all!”

the ice user let out a chuckle, folding his arms proudly across his chest . “it seems so!” he grinned before reaching into his pocket. “same amount as before?”

a nod. “same amount!”

relieved to hear it hadn’t gone up in price, yanqing continued his search.. only to come out empty handed.

the boy blinked in surprise, reaching into another pocket.. and nothing again.

“i must have left it at the estate!” he mentally scolded himself before looking up with a blush coating his cheeks. “i-i um.. left my wallet at home.. is there any chance you can hold onto the sword while i get it?” he asked, praying the shopkeeper would say yes, but his apologetic smile said otherwise.

“i’m sorry sir yanqing, it would go against the store policy since we’re an antique shop — you sort of find what you can get..”

the young prodigy paled, whispers entering his ears around him about the blade. if he left, someone was sure to take it!

“what to do, what to do..”

“yanqing, there you are! i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” you called out, glancing between the blond and the store clerk. “were you going to buy this?”

his eyes widened at your ability to have caught up so quickly. he thought he’d lost you amidst the twists, turns and teleportation! it seemed his methods in slipping away still needed work. he could only wonder how the general had perfected his so well.

parting his lips, yanqing felt the need to interrogate you on your abilities in finding him, but he closed them right after, his curiosity faltering. “it doesn’t matter, i left my credits at home so i can’t buy it.” he mumbled back, cheeks burning as the words left his mouth. how could he have made such a rookie mistake?!

a hum left your lips at his reasoning before you reached into your utility belt, pulling out a sum of credits you’d received just yesterday. “how much is the weapon?” you stepped forward, holding out the bills in your hand.

the blond nearly felt his jaw drop at your actions. were you going to pay for him?? he couldn’t allow that — it wasn’t right!

“w-wait, y/n! i can just get another one some other time!” he blurted, tugging on your wrist to pull you back.

however, you ignored him. “will this be enough or does it cost more?” you asked, refocusing your gaze on the shopkeeper — who looked almost dumbfounded. how much did cloud knights earn?!

“um- it will do, y-yes..” the owner answered quietly, popping the register open before grabbing a tote. “would you like a bag with that..?”

you looked towards your blond companion, nudging him out of his daze. “bag or no bag?”

“n-no bag..” yanqing answered quietly, taking the blade off the counter before sheathing it at his hip.

the walk to the estate was quiet, minus the rustling of the trees and gossiping of birds.

no wonder the general liked his naps so much, it was peaceful and much needed- considering his workload.

yanqing hadn’t spoken a word after saying he didn’t need a bag.

part of him was still disbelieved about it all. if it hadn’t been for you grabbing his wrist to guide him back home, he would’ve remained frozen in his place.

the silence didn’t matter to you though, your job of looking after yanqing was nearing its end. you could return to your post in about twenty minutes worry free.

“y/n, yanqing!” the general greeted at the gates, smiling that cat-like grin he always sported. “i was beginning to think something had happened that required me to save you both.” he teased, sliding his gaze over to his retainer’s hip before letting out a chuckle. “i see you went shopping. is that the one you’ve been eyeing?” he inquired gently, folding his arms comfortably over his chest.

the teen looked up at the albino haired male for a moment before lowering his eyes, shame overcoming him. “a-about that, i left my wallet here.. so y/n bought it for me.” he confessed, flushing like he did before. he felt bad to have you pay, after the way he behaved with you earlier.

and yuan had no issue picking up on this as he let out a hum. “really now?” he questioned softly, peering over at you for confirmation.

surprise crossed your features upon being addressed before you inclined your head. “he was worried someone would buy it if he left the store, so i paid. but it’s no issue at all! t-truly, general..”

the lightning user let out a hum. “i see. well i can’t let your kind actions go to waste.” he spoke up finally, raising a hand to his chin.

“that’s alright- consider it a gift.” you smiled awkwardly, waving your hands dismissively before flitting your eyes to the blond. “i hope the sword finds you well.”

yanqing felt his guilt creeping up on him as he watched you turn before he could say his thanks.

and then his voice found him. “w-wait..!” he blurted out, grabbing your hand, as you did previously to him. “you didn’t let me thank you properly..” the ice user spoke up, swallowing his embarrassment to look over at the golden eyed male beside him for permission. “can y/n stay over for dinner?”

“dinner?? with the general and his retainer?!” you shouted in your head, astonished that the boy was even asking such a thing when all he wanted was to get away from you.

“a-ah, yanqing that’s okay- it was a gift! therefore no payment is required.. and i don’t want to intrude.” your voice quieted at the last sentence, suddenly feeling flushed yourself.

you had a post to get back to and later a box of leftover takeout waiting for you at home. having dinner with the general and his apprentice was completely unheard of!

however, the general in question thought otherwise. “hmm.. i think the kid is right.” jing yuan finally said, lowering his hand to the arm over his chest. “you’re relieved of your duties for tonight. yanqing, show them in while i get dinner started.”

with that, the general was already walking through the gates into his grand estate.

and once more.. you were left to look after his retainer — or in this case, he was left to look after you.

“um.. this way.” the blond brought you out of your trance when he dropped your hand, moving a few steps ahead of you.

the walk was awkward to say the least, he was truly hoping for yuan’s assistance on this, but alas.. he had other plans.

perhaps this was yanqing’s punishment for forgetting his wallet behind. “have you visited here before?” he sliced through the silence, though not as cleanly as his swords would.

you slid your eyes to him, surprised to hear him speak, though you recovered quickly. “a few times to deliver messages, but never beyond the gates.”

the blond nodded in understanding. jing yuan was keen on not mixing home life with work, he liked to preserve his relaxing environment. which made sense, people came home to relax and get away from their job.

he continued onward with you, stopping at the small nook he normally spent time off in to grab what looked to be.. digital checkers?

your brows rose a little. despite yanqing arguing that he was not a child, he sure favored his games.

his eyes met yours — a wordless invitation.

it’s not like there was much to do. anything to pass the time ( and embarrassment ) will do.

“alright, dinner is ready!” the snowy haired general called, walking out with a crockpot in hand — a culinary achievement of his. “who’s hungr-”

“HOW?!” yanqing’s voice tore through his question, causing him to blink. his retainer wasn’t one for losing his cool around others; had he missed something?

you surveyed yuan at the doorway for a second before lowering your eyes to the blond, lifting your shoulders at his outburst. “beginner’s luck?” you asked with an innocent smile.

only, he wasn’t buying it. “no way-! then i demand a rematch to test that statement!”

“how about you let our guest eat first.” the general chimed in, chuckling softly when the boy sharpened up instantaneously. worked every time. “i see you and y/n have been quite busy in my absence.. perhaps i’ll have to try my luck with them as well.” he mused, winking over at you.

your face heated up at the gesture, not having anticipated that of your superior, but you tried not to think too much of it.

sure he was a smooth talker and incredibly handsome. you’d even caught that foxian ambassador selling his pictures once!

however you knew better than to become romantically attached. least of all with your, quote on quote, boss.

even so, you couldn’t help those butterflies that crept into your gut at that wink. it was heart-stopping.

you took the vacant seat the boys had left you- across from yuan, ironically. once again, you tried not to think much of it.

but how could you do that after his fingers brushed yours so delicately when you reached for the ladle?

the way his golden eyes fell to yours and that dreamy look on his face with that lazy smile. no wonder you kept away from the general, you wouldn’t survive a day!

yanqing eyed the exchange, glancing between you and his caretaker. something felt strange in the atmosphere, and at this point, he was rethinking his choices on inviting you to eat. this was.. embarrassing to witness, and he’d had enough of his own share already.

still, it would be rude to send you home or question his guardian’s actions.

that, and he couldn’t help this weird, fuzziness in his chest. the little kid in him that yearned for that familial feeling.

granted, jing yuan on his own was a father figure enough — but right now, sitting at the table between you both.. he couldn’t help the rush of emotions he felt all at once.

he wondered if maybe, you would come again to dinner if he asked you to.

notes. hi queen i was trying so hard to get this out on your birthday but i fr blanked out and the creative juices went dryer than sumeru’s desert😐 anyway i hope this was what you wanted?? went from where’s waldo ( yanqing ) to very fluffy dinner??? first time writing jing yuan AND yanqing too, so i am um.. concerned for the portrayal. but i hope it satisfies you! and happy happy birthdayyy mami, mwah<3

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LOVING SEPHIROTH, sephiroth x reader.

tw. mentions of his hurtful past, emotional abuse that miniroth didn't deserve :( this post can be seen as suggestive but it's left mostly to your interpretation

a/n. for @silverflqmes , my best friend who has inspired me to write yet again for something i love and for writing various requests for me, indulging me in my own happiness. you are never leaving this deep hole of ff7 that i dug for you AHAHAHAH! this is also for the many fans who have made fanfics and such that have shaped me now<3 much love to you all! (i will make more headcanons if this gets love) also sephiroth might be a little ooc since he's new territory of writing for me :,)

info. very lovable and soft sephiroth<3 very short blurbs! inspired by the song everything by lifehouse, i can see him relating about you, the reader, and how he feels for you. enjoy! pre-nibelheim!!!

𐚁. sephiroth's love language can be seen as quality time as seen with the time he spent with genesis and angeal, he grew very attached easily. i can see this in a similiar way since i'm sure once you've caught sephiroth's eye, you're happily in his heart. he enjoys just being together, perhaps he'll teach you how to use masamune (a toy version at least since he wants to protect you from injuries). don't get me wrong, every other love language applies for him too but i know he's happiest with the fact that you're there by his side.

𐚁. he is very awkward with affection so the first time you hold him, i think he wouldn't know what to do but he'll awkwardly pat your back while trying not to freak out a bit by being touched since he was experimented on as a child. please teach him how to love, he didn't get enough as kid... i think being patient with him would also warm his heart with you as well. he isn't the best with people, just in using his sword... which is why it's an anomaly to him if you stuck around for this long.

𐚁. indulging ellie on this one: sephiroth with a kitten. he probably is the one to adopt a kitten out of the two of you except what you didn't expect was him to basically mother the kitten. i think his wounds are still healing from the fact that the locket of his mother was torn away from him.. but you guys both loved that kitten very much, naming saikou which means radiance. it is the radiance of both of your lives and definitely a way to heal from your guys' pain, whatever it may be from your end but i know sephiroth suffers from loneliness and feeling not good enough. he feels this much less because of you though and of course, saikou. saikou is now your love rival... the kitty is his precious baby but you are his most prized treasure.

𐚁. while i said quality time is his favorite love language, i think that he likes physical affection as well since he never really knew what it's like to be loved. he wanted to learn though as well as learn to love you which led to teaching him how to cuddle. still very awkward, he's trying his very hardest as he pats your head and encases you into his body. eventually it led to couch cuddles every time he came home from work, he won't say it out loud but this is his favorite part of being able to be with you. he is so beyond smitten.

𐚁. as sephiroth had been in SOLDIER all of his life, he's not completely sure the best way to comfort you on many things but what he can do is to give you a better night! he'd come home with flowers since somehow zack had talked him into buying flowers from his girlfriend, what can i say? zack was a persuasive businessman and sephiroth had no clue how to be a good boyfriend. he'd probably panic if he couldn't make you feel better, he just wants you happy and would slay his enemies (those who wronged you). he'd indulge you in just about anything that you wanted to do between him trying on your favorite dress, self-care day with face masks, kisses all over to make you less insecure or just to feel more loved, an ice cream date, etc. you name it and it's done. he'd even sneak you into the training room on the SOLDIER floor to take you on a loving date with an even more beautiful sunset but all he could see was his sun, you.

𐚁. you already know his hair care routine since it was leaked from your mail, did i mention you were apart of sephiroth's fan club? he uses a WHOLE bottle of shampoo and conditioner. one day you had to braid his hair, adding in flowers to his hair as you braided it. he loved it since it kept his face clear for combat, meanwhile genesis and angeal snickered at him since his s/o made him look all pretty so none of his enemies would take him seriously. masamune said differently than his hair did. if somebody ruined the artwork of your braiding? they ALSO had a date with masamune.

𐚁. he doesn't like a lot of attention as many would say since he is so famous. this is the big question, how did you enter his life in comparison to the fangirls? you understood him. it was a new feeling for him and he didn't know how much he would end up loving it. no thirsting over how hot he was or saying how strong he had been. just a simple: "i know you've been working hard for so long, you deserve some rest," was enough to make him moved by you. nobody could compare to you in his innocent heart. he was so new to every experience, every hug, every kiss, and every touch you gave him. each time was something new that he had learned to love about you and eventually love about himself as well. you helped him to understand he was more than a monster, more than a soldier, more than just a test subject.

𐚁. what you hadn't expect is to find a loving sephiroth in the kitchen with you, holding you close to him as you listened to italian cooking music (the pasta addict in me thinks he'd want to learn more about pasta and its origin). his head was leaning down towards yours while staring down at your lips as you both had been swaying. his hand had been on your waist and the other had been moving up from your shoulder, over your neck slowly with care, to your soft cheek. capturing you in his lips, the water had boiled over but he didn't care at that moment. the thing he clung onto most was this moment because at this moment, sephiroth just knew. he was in love and he finally felt free as he deepened the kiss. he knew where home was and he was kissing his own home, taking in all of what makes you so lovable as well.

melukonova, 2024. 𐀔

𓏲𓍢 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋.

synopsis. in which our fourth anniversary is spent at the place where we first meant, complimented by a tupper of strawberries for us to share.

genre. fluff + comfort

disclaimer. selfship oriented post between tooru and i, written for an event and my own enjoyment. not comfy? click off, thanks.

event details. combination of ‘love story’ and ‘strawberry sweethearts’ for the selfship sweethearts event by mari<3 more information is on her blog!

it had been four years now, being in a relationship with tooru, ellie realized. time flew by so quickly, it almost felt like she’d known him a lifetime with how much joy he’d brought her on the daily. it was enchanting, being around him as she was.

the setter would spoil her endlessly with his love, purchase whatever her heart desired in the moments they shared and squeezed her to him to wash away the blues. it was complete bliss, like a fairytale come true between a knight and her king, who had somehow chosen his protector over a frilly princess.

it made said knight yearn to do something in return for his love and kindness over the years. although she had written him a mountain of letters on each day of july leading into his the day of his birth.. ellie felt compelled to go the extra mile this time around.

therefore — while her dearest boyfriend laid in their shared bedroom with his rayban frames situated on the bridge of his nose in exchange for the contacts he frequented, watching his nightly usual — old volleyball games.. ellie dried off strawberry after strawberry from the batch she’d bought earlier that morning at the market, letting out a breath.

cleaning the fruits were hard work when she couldn’t just give in and snack on them. however, the author’s desire to make her anniversary with tooru absolutely magical.. overpowered her longing tastebuds.

“pour chocolate pellets to your heart’s content into a mug and microwave when ready to dip strawberries..” she read over the directions before humming. “seems simple enough.” and that, it was. the final touches involved her dipping each berry into the bowl of chocolate before dropping a cat shaped sprinkle on each — a cute, final touch.

with her work done, she popped them into a container before pushing them a little towards the back of the fridge — a place tooru’s eyes wouldn’t easily reach. he always did snoop!

speaking of which..

“oh?? is that for meeeee?” a cooing voice inquired, the owner wrapping his arms around the brunette which had her rolling her eyes a little, suppressing a smile.

“it could be if you weren’t trying to spoil yourself a day early.” she huffed out, but there was no hostility to her words, as she turned around to look up at her boyfriend. “hi tooru-san.”

a grin etched itself onto his lips as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against hers, laughing quietly. “hi ellie-chan, how’s my love fairing with the absence of her analytical, volleyball enthusiastic boyfriend?” he joked, pecking her lips ever so gently.

it made her face warm a little, though his descriptions drew a laugh out of her as she fixed his turtleneck for him. “oh tooru, it’s been horrific with your absence.. i simply cannot go on without you.. whatever will i do?”

a gasp left his lips as he carded his fingers through her hair, holding her closer. “truly?? oh no, that simply won’t do.. i can’t possibly have my dearest ellie-chan suffering!” he responded dramatically, on part with her own share — maybe worse. actually- very much worse. “i say we go fix that, hm?” he followed up, pushing up her own lenses — a pair that was nearly the same as his ( it was the feminine version ).

she allowed her head to tilt in thought as her eyes squinted. “mm.. and how do you propose for fix that?”

the smile he wore became cheshire as he lifted her up into his arms with little warning, racing off towards their room. “why, only with the best piece of cinema ever created, of course??”

ah. revenge of the sith.

what a good boyfriend, tooru was.

at last, the day of the anniversary had arrived. albeit six days after the national holiday of love and all the sappy stuff, it was still an important day for ellie and tooru. as it was the official proclamation of their love for one another.

“ellie-channn, how much longer do i have to wear this?? what if you turn around and impale me with a lightsaber to spend my entire salary on books?? i’ll be heartbroken and have become padmé rather than anakin!”

the female flattened her lips as she pulled on his ear as a means of scolding him, letting out a huff. “i’m never taking on anniversary plans again if this is what you think of me. we’re almost there now stop being stingy.” she pouted, guiding the pretty setter a few more steps before stopping.

tooru had his cheeks puffed out in offense, not happy with her choice of retort. “why are we stopping?? are we finally here??”

ellie was almost ready to throw hands ( she wouldn’t ). “yes. yes we are, now bend down..” she mumbled reluctantly, her face warming. “can’t reach you like that..”

“aww~ poor ellie-chan, see i told you to eat milk bread when we were kids! but it’s okay~” he cooed, somehow dodging her attempts at whacking him despite the lack of vision. “i love my teddybear-chan just as she is! and i can give her the perfect cuddles when she’s all cute and compact~!” he grinned, at long last leaning down for her to remove the cloth.

the first thing he saw was his girlfriend close to his face, flushing profusely, and the second thing.. was the scenery behind her.

confused, he blinked at her. “you.. brought us to iwa-chan’s doorstep?”

in her right hand, tooru now realized, was a container with a bow atop of it, and in her left, a crimson colored rose.

a deep breath left her lips as she nodded slowly. “this is where we first met — where hajime introduced us.. i remember being so scared for my accent and lack of proficiency, but you welcomed me with a warmth that made my heart beat incredibly fast..” she tried explaining, willing her voice to not quiver as she lifted her head to meet his eyes, her own glossing over.

“i’m so happy to have met you, tooru-san.. and so grateful to receive your love, i-i feel so lucky..” she whispered, wiping at her eyes with the back of the hand holding his flower before it was suddenly encased by tooru’s warm ones.

his eyes were tender, filled with adoration and a love that could carry into every lifetime they shared. “i should be the lucky one to receive all your affections — to have been able to meet you and become this close with.. you are my everything, ellie-chan.” he paused, releasing her hand to cup her cheeks. “my heart is yours, i love you so so much, agape-mou..” he whispered the last part, flushing a little.

oikawa heard the term between her family and her a lot — had even been called it before, himself. he figured it would bring his feelings across perfectly, even if more tears had left his girlfriend’s eyes..

without further delay, he pulled her into a mixture between a spin and hug — her most favorite type of hug. as a child, she had always expressed that whoever she got with would be the one if they held her as anakin did padmé. last night, even, revisiting the film again — tooru was reminded of the hug.

it made him smile as he leaned his forehead on hers, before letting out a breath. “what an anniversary, and there are still strawberries to be had.” the seijoh graduate commented, to which the girl blinked.

“h-how did you??”

“i may have spotted them in the fridge at midnight..”

“you WHAT??”

“whoops- did i say that?? i meant love you ellie-chan!!”

notes. and that’s a wrap, february 20th is when i first watched hq which was 4 yrs ago now yeesh.. so i brought that into this drabble in a sense with tooru<3 just a little late ehe.. anyways, bed time<3

IM NOT OVER THIS FIC IT JUST SHOWS SOME OF NOYA’S FLAWS AND I THINK MORE PEOPLE SHOULD REBLOG THIS FIC BECAUSE IT’S SO WELL WRITTEN AND NOYA IS BEST BOY FJDKFJKF i need to stop simping and work on my actual homework 😭. anyway, rEAD THIS PLEASE <33

The Only Exception

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Nishinoya was genuinely happy with his life. He’d gotten used to being by himself and had accepted the fact that that was how it was supposed to be. Until you came along and threw everything he thought made sense out the window.

A/N: I really like this fic. It’s one of my favorites Nishinoya ones so far just because it’s his pov and timeskip and the amount of love feels makes me happy. i got a lot of serotonin while writing it :D

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Nishinoya had never been someone’s first choice.

He knew that sounded dramatic, but it was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, Tanaka could chug three-fourths gallon of milk before vomiting, and Nishinoya was never anyone’s preferred option–which never bothered him so keep the pity to yourself.

He learned to accept this when he never got scouted for the All-Japan Youth Camp and after the only person Nishinoya ever even kind of loved ended up loving his best friend. It taught him to keep his expectations low and to focus on things he could control, which was what led him to solo-traveling Japan and then the world. He realized things might be better on his own, and with the constant itch that he was missing out on something bigger traveling alone just made sense.

But then you came and ruined everything.

Hold on. That came off way more aggressive than Nishinoya wanted. He meant there was a perfect vision for how his life would go-pyramids in Egypt, Hollywood sign in Los Angeles, deep sea fishing in Italy-until he toppled over you in the streets of Italy. He’d been sprinting toward the docks when you stepped out of a marketplace and he collided into you, knocking you flat on your butt and sending your groceries all over the sidewalk. Nishinoya fumbled through his best apology in broken Italian while shoving produce into your paper bag, but froze in surprise when you snorted rather than began an enraged lecture.

He swore his heart actually stopped when your eyes met. You were clearly amused by his flustered behavior and when his heart started back up it was abnormally fast. Not once had he understood what Tanaka meant when he explained the first time he’d seen Kiyoko, but the first time Nishinoya saw you everything Tanaka said clicked. If Nishinoya had been fifteen he probably would’ve proposed to you on the spot.

But he wasn’t, so instead he shakily handed you your groceries with furiously red cheeks.

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Always Forever — Hajime Iwaizumi

summary: A lot can happen in a year, and you don’t understand that until you meet Iwaizumi.

warnings: timeskip! cursing, fluff to angst, no pronouns mentioned, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible but if it doesn’t sound as such pls lmk, sexual content (only for a moment, oral lol), 16+ only pls, hope you enjoy it

genre: fluff & angst all in one (a pinch of smut)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i had a dream abt the first month and it turned into a work that I spent too long working on lmao, hope you enjoy it <3

     It's August when you and Iwaizumi cross paths for the first time.

You've a scowl on your face as you walk to your university's office to file a complaint about your awful professor. He had said something too ignorant that pissed you off; seeing how Hajime visibly scoffed at the comment let you know you weren't the only one.

"Thanks," you mumble out when someone holds the door open for you. Your eyes meet those of Hajime's. His olive eyes gaze at you curiously, silently asking if you were doing the same as him.

You give him a soft frown, as if to say yes, and he offers one back.

After the two of you file your respective complaints, you part your separate ways, but not before you offer a nod — an understanding, an agreement, an alliance.

     It's September when you start to take notice at how Hajime towers over most people, what with his impressive stature, and how broad his shoulders are with muscular arms to match. He was tan and fit, and you decided that he was quite the eye-candy.

Still, you don't make a move on him, other than occasionally allowing yourself to appreciate a handsome man when you saw one. After all, Hajime just seems out of your league, if league's were a thing.

It's not that you think of yourself as the most revolting thing to have walked the earth (not all the time, at least), but it would be a lie to say you don't notice how your classmates gawk at Iwaizumi like a piece of meat.

     Not to mention that Hajime has an impressive resting bitch face.

     It seems as if all the notions you once heard — or believe yourself — about Hajime Iwaizumi become increasingly more important to you. In fact, anything dealing with him starts to stand out to you like a blinking red light.

Suddenly, it's as if the blinking red light shatters when he walks over to you one day after class and asks if he could borrow your notes.

It's October when find out Hajime, in all his buff, resting bitch face glory, is quite friendly. October consists of him making multiple appearances in the following weeks of your life.

     He starts walking you to your next class, having extra time himself. The two of you would talk about your days, your plans, your friends. You discover things about Hajime, like his love for volleyball and his best friends back in Japan and in Argentina.

You enjoy many aspects of Hajime Iwaizumi, from his sense of humor to his diction and spiky hair to even his way of cursing. He interests you so much that a large of part of you wants more than just silly comments about your professor.

     Sometimes he would even go as far as walking you back to your car, which had quickly become a part of your day that you looked forward to. The sun would set after your class, leaving the sky with an apricot hue and you with another opportunity to stare at the olive eyes that seemed to leave you absolutely scorched when met with yours.

How could you resist him?

Things between you only grow even further when he starts inviting you to places. The first had been with a group of friends to have dinner, and then it was just him and you going out for brunch.

The next thing you know, you and Hajime show up to a Halloween party in coordinating costumes as you try to find something to look at other than the blush on his face when someone asks how long the two of you have been dating.

It's November when Hajime kisses you outside your car. His lips are soft against yours. It's everything you hoped it would be, and before you can fall even further into him, he pulls away from you quickly.

"I'll be gone in a year." Hajime warns quietly, olive eyes gazing at you intently. His breath is warm against your skin, lips hovering over yours. "That's all we have."

     "That's all I need." you tell him and close the distance between you.

It's a decision made with haste, but one without regret. Perhaps you don't think all the factors of being with Hajime carefully enough, but all you know is that youve never wanted anything more than him.

It's December when you realize you how cold winter truly is. Maybe it's because spending the holiday as an adult is still foreign to you, or maybe it's because you've never felt an absence as strongly as you did Hajime's.

      You don't realize how much you adore him until he returns to Japan for the holiday to visit his family. It's an unwelcome feeling that follows you around for the next 3 weeks of his absence, and you understand that there would be a time when Hajime wouldn't come back to you.

Hajime and you have multiple phone calls through the following days. Most of them consist of one of you heading to bed and the other barely waking up. He calls you his own personal alarm clock when you call him one evening, which sends a giddy feeling your way as strange as it may sound.

It's January when you get Hajime to strip his clothes and jump into a freezing lake with you. Being with him is nice, exciting. Despite him being reliable, honest, and considerate, there's never a dull day with him.

He takes you out for breakfast at 4 in the morning just because he likes watching you try and fail at staying awake. He indulges your desire to pretend break-up at a store just to give the employees something to talk about.

You convince him to get a tattoo of Mickey Mouse at 8 in the morning after a long night of binge-watching Disney movies. You manage to get him to take one (1) anger management class out of spite of losing an argument.

     It's February when you figure out that his dominance doesn't waiver behind closed doors. Hajime, under all his polite and hardworking character, is a fucking menace who keeps you up all night to pull every ounce of pleasure from you.

Your sweet, considerate Hajime, who used to ask before even thinking of kissing you, who used to turn red at seeing your shirt ride up when you removed your sweater, uses his image as a humble man to hide the fact that he would take as much as he could get from you, take as much as you let him.

You find this out when one thing leads to another, and after a night of drinking Hajime's head is buried between your thighs like he was meant to be there. He's efficient and agonizingly slow, as if to savor the moment, to savor you. And, sometimes you have to beg him to move, to do something, anything.

“I like when you beg.” he says, leaving a kiss on the inside of your thigh. “You look pretty when you do.”

     It doesn't take long for him to adjust to your body, to know what gets you flustered and hot, what makes you squirm under him, what makes you scream his name.

     You didn't know it was humanly possible to feel so good, but it's not the first time Hajime seems to have defied your perception of reality.

It's March when you're on Cloud 9 where no one else can reach. Hajime and you are attached by the hip, always laughing at something — maybe at each other — or at the park feeding bread to ducks, or just anywhere with each other.

     Being with Hajime is still new for you. The feelings of euphoria you feel with him's something you've never experienced before. His way of talking, his way of walking, his way of sitting and studying makes you feel heavy.

You've never felt this way for someone. His presence consumes you. You feel like you won't be able to function without him. The thought of anyone with who can hold that much power over you scares the living shit out of you.

Your friends warn you that he's a bad influence, that you're better off without him in the end. Sometimes you think they're right, but even if Hajime isn't forever, you can't forgive yourself for passing by the opportunity to know him, to love him.

Even if Hajime is a bad influence on you, you don't care because you'll cherish anything he gives you — good or bad. And, after all, a year is all you have.

It's April when Hajime wags a finger in your face and says, "Hey, don't say I didn't warn you." He says it in retaliation of you losing at cup pong after he tells you he’s never lost a game, and certainly not in the way you take it initially.

You roll your eyes with a grin, not bothering to give a damn that you lost. You get to see his smile, after all. “How could I forget?" If he notices how the light in your eyes dims, the way your face falters the slightest, he doesn't mention it.

The truth is — how can you? How can you fail to recognize the dark feeling of him leaving you forever? It's in the agreement in bold letters. Hajime's departure from your life is as inevitable as the seasons changing.

It was probably a horrible idea to have ever even gotten involved with him, but you love him. God, you love him. And, if you absolutely had to get your heart crushed by someone, you choose Hajime Iwaizumi to do it.

You know he feels it, too. He kisses you fast now, hard and messy, meeting the corner of your lips instead. He kisses you like you're his only source of oxygen in outer space.

You can feel it in the way he fucks you, sloppy and erratic and rough. Snapping his hips into you, plowing into you like his life depends on it. Like it's the last time.

And, you can't help but think one day it will be.

It's May when reality sets in. Your relationship surpasses what it used to be, and it feels like you'll die if you aren't with Hajime, if you waste even a minute of your time left together.

Desperate. That's the word. You and Hajime become desperate, living off each other like addicts. It's like thinking the sun would stay forever when you know the moon is bound to return.

     You don't mind that the both of you are fighting a battle none of you will win. You don't care that you both look pathetic. Because you're in love with him.

You can't ask him to stay, and he can't ask you to go back with him. It's selfish to ask, and even more selfish to expect the answer you want to hear. Love makes people blind to reality, and neither of you have ever been an exception to that.

And, there's fights about it. About why a year together isn't enough. About how it would never be enough. About why he even considered giving you borrowed time when you would have to pay the price in the end.

Hajime's definitely the angrier of the two of you — he always has been. Though, his rage has never been directed toward you. It doesn't take long for the both of you to realize fighting is futile in some situations.

It's June when you throw Hajime a birthday party. It's nothing big, just a few of his friends and yours in your decorated apartment. You think you know him well enough, but that idea shatters when 3 people walk through your door.

Hanamaki, Mattsun, and Oikawa are unlike any other people you've met. You thought you and Hajime had fun banter, but after meeting his friends you question your ability.

They bring out a different side of Hajime, one where all he does is scold them, where he's red in the face, one you think he likes. It’s a side of him you can't help but laugh at.

"I’m glad they came." you tell him at 6 in the morning when all the guests have gone home, with the exception of the 3 idiots who take shelter camped out in your small, but homey, living room. “I like them.”

Hajime snorts, finally getting into your bed after the eventful day. You open your arms, and he wastes no time in finding his place on your chest, nestling into you. A perfect fit.

    "They're annoying. Don't even get me started."

You rub his back with a sleepy smile, taking notice of the shiver only you can pull out of him. "I think they're funny." you say to him. "I like their banter."

"Of course you do." Hajime chuckles, disguising his laughter with a scowl. You've gotten used to that habit of his. "Idiots can't help but band together, you know."

You laugh. "No wonder you're friends with them."

“Yeah, alright.” he scoffs sarcastically, admitting defeat. "I’d tell you to go to sleep, but that’s if you can.”

You quirk a brow and tilt your head to him. “What’s that mean?”

“Mattsun snores like there’s no tomorrow.” he replies causally, stifling a yawn.

“Must’ve picked it up from you.” you comment, earning a poke to your stomach in retaliation.

“If you manage to get some sleep, you’d better be ready for Hanamaki’s awful singing in the morning.” Hajime warns. He says it lovingly, and you think it’s the only way he knows how. “And, watch out for Shittykawa.”

You shut your eyes. “Why?”

“He’s a bitch in the mornings.”

It's July when Hajime spends the summer by your side, doing whatever the hell you feel like. Going to the park and reading books under a tree. Going to the beach to get sunburnt and buying ice cream after to compensate. Going to the library just to make out.

Conversation about what he would do back in Japan is a common topic. You welcome it with a sad smile. What else are you to do? Beg him to stay the last minute?

You cherish your time with Hajime. You always would. But, you won't hold him back. Not when he's meant for such greatness. The fall comes around again, just as you knew it would, just as you feared it would.

It's the day of his departure when you promise yourself you won't cry and make it worse than it has to be for him. You do exceptionally well, but when Hajime refuses to let you out of his arms, things become a whole lot harder.

     You try to burn the soft thumping of his heartbeat into your memory. You don't want to forget his touch, his smell, his laugh. You don't want to forget anything.

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” he murmurs against your head, rubbing your back in circles. There’s no malice in his voice when he asks, but your heart still aches at the sound.

“For the same reason you didn’t ask me to go.” you say, shutting your eyes as to not let your tears fall. “How could I ask more of you when you wasted your last year to be with me when you could’ve been somewhere else, anywhere else?”

He’s quiet a moment.

You think there’s nothing left to say. It’s never been a matter of what’s right or wrong, after all. Sometimes as much as you desperately want one, there’s no correct answer to things, and you’re okay with that.

He gave you what little time he had left, and you took it gratefully. Even if you would be left stranded in an airport with tears in your eyes and have to drive yourself back to the apartment where you had built so many memories with him, you would make that decision again and again and again if it meant you had him for even 10 minutes more.

Hajime calls your name, urging you to look at him.

You pull back slightly to gaze at him. “What is it?”

His lips meet yours. The kiss is different from the others. It’s gentle and soft and slow. His hand travels up your back, pressing you into his sculpted chest. It leaves your body feeling warm and your heart beating faster than before.

Hajime pulls back after some time, gazing at you with a soft smile and tears in his olive eyes. “I didn’t waste a thing.”

note: would’ve named it 365 days if it wasn’t for that shower & boat scene 😟

i love him so much oh my gosh — he is such perfection 🥺💞. this is very well written, please read this if you’re a huge fan of 707 like myself !! <33

hereafter [saeyoung choi/707]

hello! so, here’s my first mystic messenger fanfiction! it’s been a year since i wrote an actual fanfiction, so i hope i’m not too rusty. also, i wanted to write for mysme back in october, but i lacked the time so hAHA here *throws fic at your feet* please accept this orz. ALSO, i might continue this as a series, if people like this one! it would basically be 707 actually using doing those actions and date ideas that he got from movies. we’ll see. if you have any requests, feel free to send them my way! i don’t own the characters; saeyoung was created by the cheritz team, and you own yourself ;) i hope you enjoy!

pairing: saeyoung choi x mc / 707 x mc

type: fluff (super high school level fluff)

point of view: second person / mc

summary: an early leave from work allows you to discover saeyoung’s rough plans for future romantic escapades. based on a headcanon of mine that saeyoung is actually a cheesy yet awkward romantic, so he is fond of googling romantic movies and romantic actions and makes notes of the techniques he likes. for the future, of course. ;)

word count: 2230

listen: Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You by Arctic Monkeys

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