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♡₊˚ 🩰 what's good, mamas? call me 𝒂𝒗𝒚 ₊˚⊹
୨୧ 22 • she/her • ♡ writes sfw ⋆ lil suggestive ⋆ sugary with edge ♡ ₊˚
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When the reader starts acting a bit too much like Y/N
⋆.୨˚ half-loaded hearts ⋆୧˚⋆
Gaku’s supposed to be resting. You’re supposed to be minding your business. Instead, there’s a PSP on the floor, a leg over his shoulder, and a slow war of who’ll break the peace first. Spoiler: it’s both of you.
pairing: gaku x gn.reader. tags: T-rate, implied afab reader (i think), domestic fluff, thigh squish diplomacy, weapon maintenance (as coping mechanism 😭), touch-starved gaku, light bantering, subtle thirst? hell yeah!!
The room is quiet.
Well, quiet in the kind of way that only happens after the world’s been screaming for too long. After the gunpowder fades and the adrenaline dries on skin. The kind of quiet that hums, not with peace, but with the ghost of it.
The curtains are half-drawn. City light sneaks through the gaps, painting the floor in fractured gold and blue. Dust floats lazily in the air, catching the soft glow from the TV that the only real source of movement in the room.
Gaku sits cross-legged on the floor, back resting against the couch. His PSP glows faintly in his hands, the screen reflecting against his sharp jawline, the cut of his cheekbones. He’s half bare, shirt tossed somewhere behind him, a casualty of comfort. Scars stretch like stories across his shoulders, pale lines that speak of every fight he walked away from. His hair’s a messy halo, and there’s that ever-present furrow between his brows – the one that never leaves, even when he’s pretending to relax.
You’re sprawled across the couch behind him, half on your back, one leg bent and the other draped lazily over his shoulder. A phone in one hand, a half-polished blade in the other. Your attention flits between both, the rhythm of multitasking so second-nature you don’t even notice how domestic the moment feels.
Feeling butterfly
Nagumo x fem reader
Story where Nagumo slowly falls in love with the reader in JCC.
Reader who's ignoring all his flirty words but then gave in and slowly fall in love with him
Part 1/2 ʚଓ Part 2
Silly extra hcs after 2 parts!
You ask them to break an apple in half with their bare hands. How does it end?
Phainon makes the mistake of assuming that it's a simple task and tries to force it open — resulting in the apple bouncing off and hitting him square in the nose. Now that the apple has declared a challenge, the Deliverer can't just back down without responding. So, he tries again and the apple explodes from the amount of force he'd used. He's going to figure out what the sorcery behind it is soon though, mark his words.
Mydei breaks it in one go. There isn't much to be bewildered about here though, considering his upbringing. In the wilderness, oftentimes the only utensils you'll have access to are your hands.
Anaxa knew it was a trap, knew brute force isn't the way and that there's a specific technique for this trick but still, he ended up falling for it anyway and that fiasco resulted in an obliterated apple from a hearty shot of his gun. You thought that'd be the end of it, until the scholar returned a week later with a contraption resembling mechanical hands, created specifically for breaking apples apart.
Dr. Ratio gives the apple a long stare. You'd think he was trying to pressure the fruit into breaking in twine by itself with the sheer power of his brilliant mind. After what seemed like a while of mathematical calculations floating around the man, he managed to break the apple exactly as you'd wanted.
Aventurine fails at first, much to his immense displeasure. He has a reputation for being good with his hands, he cannot tolerate this insult. And true to his words, he returns half an hour later, a master of this trick with the help of social media.
Sunday had a hunch he wouldn't succeed but, to appease you, he still tried anyway. When his predication turned out to be true, he calmly fetched a knife, properly prepared the apple and handed the sliced fruit to you on a plate. His knife skills are better anyway.

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Hii! Just found your blog, absolutely loved the nagumo fic! I was just wondering if you take request or not?
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hii!! aww thank you so much anon 🍎!! that means a lot to me <3 !!
as for requests, i’m not taking any at the moment since uni’s got me in a chokehold rn 😭 but i’ll definitely let everyone know when i’m confident (and free) enough to open them!!
⋆.୨˚ better now than never ⋆୧˚⋆
In which Nagumo proposes to you… well, while falling off a building and you’re torn between kissing him or dropkicking him on the way down. Or both.
pairing: nagumo yoichi x reader. tags: injuries, but nothing more than that. no use of y/n. fluff. romcom. explosion (building). i tried to make this funny 😢
word count: 1.0k
The world is ending in stereo.
The air vibrates with chaos. Gunfire rattles in the distance. Concrete screams as another beam gives way, tearing through the floor like paper. The building is splitting apart, each piece falling in its own slow-motion tragedy.
Shards of glass float lazily through the air, catching the light from a fire somewhere below. A car outside explodes, spinning like a pirouetting ballerina that’s had enough of gravity. Somewhere amid all of this, a forgotten Bluetooth speaker refuses to die. It blares an overly dramatic opera song that fills the collapsing tower like the universe decided to score this disaster for its own amusement.
You’re running through the corridor, boots slipping over dust and shattered glass. Your lungs burn, every breath a gasp of grit and smoke. You can barely hear yourself think over the chaos. Then, behind you, that familiar voice cuts through the destruction like sunlight slicing through smoke.
“Hey, sweetheart! Left looked safer, right?”
you're in the wind, i'm in the water
hyunjin x reader. friends to lovers with a pinch of unrequited love (it's very much requited dw). this is pure brainrot so suggestive at the end. but also fluffy and soft. also reader wears a two piece swimsuit.
a.n: again, sanest response i could have to this hyune. please enjoy my descent to madness :) also the last scene is heavily inspired by my favorite dialogue in the song of achilles!!
pt. 2- orange
The first time you went on a vacation with Hyunjin’s family, you were only seven years old.
You don't clearly remember the island his parents took you to, the details of the travel elusive to your memory's grasp. But you remember Hyunjin- his hair darkening under the touch of the saline sea, akin to a night sky devoid of its stars. You remember the dimple on his left cheek- the sheer pride in you each time you managed to bring it to light. And you remember thinking that Hyunjin was pretty, for the first time in your small existence.
❛ a thread that tied us ❜.
iwaizumi hajime x gn.reader. fluff.
a/n: was inspired by the iconic proposal scene in Stepmom (1998).
The rain had been falling for hours.
Soft and steady, it drummed against the windowpane, a rhythmic lull that had slowly pulled you into a drowsy state. The night outside was blurred, city lights flickering like tiny embers in the distance, casting a golden glow against the misty air. You were warm beneath the covers, body melting into the familiar scent of Iwaizumi’s shirt that you had stolen for the night.
But even through your haze of sleep, you could feel it, the weight in the air, the quiet presence beside you.
Iwaizumi was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his thighs, fingers running through his short, rain-dampened hair. He had come back late from work, and you had been too exhausted to wait up for him, but now something about the way he was sitting there, silent and still, made you stir.
“Hajime?” your voice came out soft, still laced with sleep.
He didn’t answer immediately. Just inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady himself, before turning his head slightly toward you.
“Did I wake you?”
You shook your head, pushing yourself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. His face was half-hidden in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, but you could see it — the quiet storm in his eyes, the tension in his jaw. Something was weighing on him.
Without thinking, you reached out, fingers brushing against his back. “Hey,” you murmured, voice now more alert. “What’s wrong?”
How I feel after skipping past all the smut in a fanfic cause I’m only in the mood for fluff

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❛ a memory of blossoms and blades ❜.
blade/yingxing x gn. reader // angst? angst!
warning: character death
The lake stretched before you, endless and shimmering, a mirror reflecting the sky’s tender blues and whites. The afternoon sun bathed everything in gold, casting gentle shadows of the lotus trees swaying nearby. You were perched on the grassy banks, hands idly skimming the cool surface of the water, while Yingxing lay sprawled beside you, the edges of his robes damp from your earlier antics.
“You’ve been staring at me for five minutes,” he said, not bothering to turn his head. “Careful, or I might start thinking you’re captivated.”
You scoffed. “It’s not my fault you’re too lazy to move. I’m debating whether I should push you into the lake.”
He finally glanced over, his azure eyes narrowing in mock challenge. “You wouldn’t dare.”
And you did.
愛
Whether it be romantic, platonic, familial, or any type of pure and overwhelming feelings-- Happy Valentine's Day to everyone who feels the warmth of love.