The Way Your Writing Is So Fucking Good?? It’s Such A Joy To Read And You Have Such A Distinct Style

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ive aged a sungle year

ABD I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS HEZORO OR WHATEVER TF HIS NAME IS😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

You must be so hot that you sharw the zame b'day as heizou😍 anw funfact i almost share the same b'day w xiao which mean im hot asf

Gaz: What’s your biggest fear?

(Y/n): One of us dying. I’m not really scared of anything else to be honest.

Gaz: What about you dying?

(Y/n), smiling: That’s my biggest hope.

Price, appearing out of nowhere: Stop.

Hey, can i request a scenario with kazutora where the reader comforts him after he have a nightmare?

Thank you! Have a very nice day

★—𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ;; 𝗄𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺

# pairing :: kazutora hanemiya x gn! reader

# genre :: slight angst, fluff, really half assed and rushed so, apologies 🙁

# warnings :: mentions of nightmares, MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS

# xander’s notes :: i’m so sorry that this came out so late >.< but i hope you enjoy!

requests are open! rules are here!

kazutora wasn’t someone who was fond of pity. but every so called “dream” he had was always the same. . .

about that night. . .

the night he killed shinchiro sano. . .

he couldn’t bare to think that it was his fault, that it was his fault manjirou didn’t have anybody to call family now. with izana and emma gone, manjirou was alone.

and kazutora had to live with those thoughts that had come to haunt him in his dreams.

he woke up with a startle, his eyes wide in fear as heavy pants left his lips, his forehead slick with sweat.

“kazu? what’s wrong? you ok?” you got up from your sleeping position as you rubbed your eyes.

“y-yeah i’m fine. go back to sleep.” he stuttered as he rubbed his forehead.

“you’ve been like this for over a week, kazu. what’s wrong?” you mumble as you lay your head on his shoulder.

kazutora had told you of his past. how he went to jail at just 15 years old after killing manjirou’s brother, how he was in a gang, how he technically killed baji, you knew it all.

but you never knew the nightmares he was having because of it.

“i. . .” his voice trailed off as tears began to well up in his eyes. “i know mikey. . . said he forgave me.” he said before biting his lip in hopes of stopping the hot tears from rolling down his face. “but i can’t help but know that i killed his brother. . . he’s all alone because of me.”

your eyes were filled with sympathy, along with the sad smile on your face. “manjirou isn’t alone kazu. . . he has you, and ken, takashi, takemichi, chifuyu, he still has family.” you said as you stroked your lovers cheek as tears rolled down his face. “it may not be izana, emma or shinchiro, but he still has you guys.”

“but i—”

“but nothing. stop being so hard on yourself kazu. manjirou forgave you.” you said as you wiped the tears from his eyes. “you’re not alone in this, ok?”

he nodded before you smiled and leaned in to kiss his lips. you knew how hard shinchiro’s death affected him, and you had wished you could’ve been there for him more than you were.

“how about we go downstairs? i’ll make some tea.” you ask as you stroke his cheek lovingly. he nods his head as you wiped the rest of his tears away and kissed his cheek.

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“ you left me no choice but to stay here forever. ”

EVERMORE — A 4.5K MILESTONE SPECIAL SERIES !

SYPNOSIS. years after a breakup with your first love, kamisato ayato, you thought you’ll never see him again in your life since that fateful night, until you received an invitation to his wedding as well as a free-week stay in a 5* hotel, something you definitely do not want to pass on. when you arrived, you didn’t expect to meet a strange yet aloof man get along with him easily… and perhaps end up becoming something more by the time this trip ends. (or not)

CHARACTERS. diluc ragnvindr, kamisato ayato, zhongli, thoma, raiden shogun, yae miko, yoimiya, arataki itto, kujou sara, sangonomiya kokomi, gorou, kamisato ayaka, kaeya alberich, tartaglia, and more ! (w/ gn!reader)

TIME. new chapter will be posted once a week at 00:00 / 21:00 GMT+8 !

TAGLIST. @kazu-topia @coleluuviida @elychee @rion-s @denkineptune @franini @sophisticatedleslie @thedivinepriestress @smashsubs @httpmitsuya @bl6o6dy @cottonkendi @uchihaeirin @abvolat @kokushiboswife @crowleysthings @kyomihann @prplbunny @jiyujinsstuff @durptwit @elegantcecile @crowbird @mnemosyneechan @bananazzzen @s-adidass @belovedxiao @deimmortales99 @veyu002 @axeybelle09 @suzuyamitsuki @seungmouu @thraetor @chimsblogg @akemeru @headintheclouddd @bea-tan @ys14a @beef-stew @instantyouthpainter @henryjekyllsimp @leaunce @goth-cutie3 @katsumikumo @kitto-lover @q-zrs @accurateakane @otomaniac @notemika @yeonatingz @reveltica @ryobf69 @aria-haru @phoenixdrake88-blog @jiejievas @adanfore @iea-tsand @soanchorrebel @shiningddeonghwa @ikilledsparky2 @ducksonfanfiction (please visit this post if you’d like to be tagged!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE. this series is based on taylor swift’s album evermore and it is not aimed for fluff lovers and solely for angst lovers. if you wish to see a diluc x reader fluffy series all the way, proceed to versadies’s versions of chapters 13-epilogue once you arrive to those chapters. please read with caution ! (warnings will be written in each chapter).

MASTERLIST.

prologue // right where you left me

chapter one // willow

chapter two // champagne problems

chapter three // gold rush

chapter four // ‘tis the damn season

chapter five // tolerate it

interlude // no body no crime

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FFFUCCKK I ACCIDEJTALLY POSTED YHE CHILDE DRAFT.

Now how do i return it to the draft:/

everybody loves somebody.

summary; there's something off every time scaramouche tries to find a partner.... pairings; scaramouche x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; angst angst angst, no beta, uhhh mcd (reader is already dead), what scara is doing here is not healthy bestie scar pls get some help, unhealthy coping mechanism?? (scar trying to cope with your death), do i even have to say hes ooc? notes; this song,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, man this SONG i have been obsessed with 50s love songs so much lately i am so down bad for this one especially,,,, it can be used in like a love fic or whatever this sick idea is the possibilities are literally endless i am so sorry if this is shit, i literally wrote and rewrote this 100 times bc i had a very specific vibe/vision i wanted and i rlly struggled to capture it (and i cant tell if i even did capture what i wanted) but anyway

song; everybody loves somebody- dean martin (pls it makes it so much better to listen while reading)

vv special ty to @alonelysimp for helping me out a bunch w this fic <333 literally wouldnt be possible without all the help xe gave me love u lots bestie

everybody loves somebody sometime.

scaramouche felt sick. he sat at the table with a slightly exasperated expression, his tired eyes staring, calculating, at the chair at the other end. when sultry hands smoothed over his shoulders, his expression only darkened.

these were not your hands.

"scara?" the hands' voice asked. "are you alright?"

and that was not your voice.

he turned, disgust shining through his forced smile.

"get out."

and although my dream is overdue.

he was tired. he was so, so tired of looking into eyes that weren't yours, holding hands that weren't yours, kissing lips that weren't yours.

they weren't you.

none of them were you.

but he couldn't seem to stop searching, pursuing an impossible dream with an insatiable desperation. yet every time he thought he had finally found someone, it all felt wrong.

no, no, no.

this hair is too light.

these eyes are too dull.

they all just weren't the right fit. it was fine. he just needed to try again. he just needed to try harder.

your love made it well worth waiting...

scaramouche dug his nails into his palms, all alone once again. frustration simmered under his skin, threatening to boil over.

it wasn't working.

why isn't it working?

he had been asking the same question all along, but a new, uncomfortable query had dug its claws into his mind.

would anyone truly be able to be like you?

could there really be anyone who had those eyes that rivaled the brightest of stars, or that voice that put ocean waves to shame? would anyone be able to view him the same way you did? to love him the same way you did?

archons, how he missed you. the longing, the need, the desperation for you to be back in his arms was beyond all reason, and sometimes it almost felt like too much.

but it was alright. he would be able to find someone like you if he had to search the entirety of teyvat. someone ought to be able to fill the gaping void shaped like you.

for someone.... like you.

even if he had to force them in.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand: HanKisa

Summary: Shuji Hanma was stumped. It had been nearly a week since he had started his grand plan of Getting Tetta Kisaki to Hold My Hand. However, he’d struck out several times already.

Tags/Info: Hand holding, Fluff, Smoking, Swearing, Food

WC: 893

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with a s/o who’s much taller than them

request — hi! i just saw your request are open, i would like to request their s/o taller than them please! the characters hanma, sanzu, chifuyu [ or whoever you like! ] thank you!

notes — none + i’m not shadowbanned anymore <3

characters —  hanma + sanzu + chifuyu

✿ — shuji hanma

you fold your arms over your chest, staring down at hanma who was now snickering, “ give me my keys, babe— don’t make me forcefully take them for you. “

hanma was going to go to some turf war and since you, obviously care for his safety— you took his keys. you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend and shrugged your shoulders, “ fine, go ahead and take them. “ taking his keys from your pocket and holding it above his head.

he threw back his head to see the keys dangling above him and he pouts, “ that’s not funny at all, aren’t you a little mean. “ he spits jokingly. he makes one jumping attempt but even that fails so he sighs, “ hand them over. “

“ jump for them. “

“ y/n. “

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Quotev

What Does Lucifer (Obey Me) Think Of You

What&#39;s Lucifer&#39;s opinion on you?

I made a Lucifer Quiz and I'm liking it, try it out~ 😌

I hope reblogging your works is okay

Absolutely love you work the one had me crying but I didn’t cry enough may I request Mitsuya angst where the s/o get caught up in a fight and dies or like dies in his arms sorry for my English bad

❀ PLEASE DON’T GO | TOKYO REVENGERS

— mitsuya realizes the pain of lost

; w i t h mitsuya takashi

; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt no comfort, mentioned canonical character death, reader death, au - canon divergence, established relationship, scenario

; a / n set in one of the futures where touman went to shit

; l i n k s similar works are my hold on for me series. song title

Mitsuya remembered.

When they were fifteen, he had attended a funeral. It was Emma’s. He remembered seeing Draken up front, back straight but a sense of melancholy hanging all around him. His face was blank but his eyes were dark, a sea of waves that carried his tears flashed on those eyes.

Draken didn’t say anything but other than Mikey and the older Sano, Mitsuya knew that he was the one hurting the most. The girl he loved was right in front of him, only cold, only dead.

Mitsuya realized.

It didn’t matter if you were fifteen or if you were twenty-one. Lost does not get easier. It doesn't get easier with time. Nor does it get easier when you’re older. Because the fact that you lost someone, someone you loved with all your heart, doesn’t ever change.

Despite knowing that this was the path Touman chose, that this was the path that led them to the underworld, Mitsuya never imagined losing someone while he walks this road. He never thought about being in the same pain Draken was in, not even the pain Mikey nor Chifuyu carries on their shoulders.

Mitsuya stands there, feeling his heart drop to his chest as he kneels down to catch you.

Instead of anger bubbling inside him as the perpetrator runs away, gun in their hands, fear only stirs deep in his stomach as he catches you.

It had happened too fast, almost faster than he could blink. One moment you were standing right beside him, talking with a small smile as the two of you passed by an alleyway on your way home after a Touman meeting; on the other, a gunshot rang out and Mitsuya was reaching out as you tip forwards.

Blood starts to bloom on the front of your shirt, painting it a sick color of red as your eyes are wide in shock and pain. Your mouth is slightly agape, trying to take in breaths but your pupils are dilated.

Mitsuya fumbles for his phone as the other hand pushes on the wound, your head on his lap. It had barely missed your heart but the shot was lethal and you could die of blood loss and go into shock.

“Y/n? Y/n? Hey, can you hear me love?” He mumbles, almost hysterical as the phone keeps on ringing. Why wasn’t Draken picking up? “Please Y/n, just- just keep your eyes open okay?”

He can’t call an ambulance, he can’t call the police. After treating you, the two of you would get arrested for being members of Touman. It would save your life but only for a while. You were most likely to get the death penalty with him, Touman is known for its cruelty after all.

Mitsuya picks another number. He doesn’t know who he’s calling this time but he knows that it’s one of the captains, hopefully, someone near them. Blood is on his hands and it’s warm and it’s leaving your body, leaving you on the brink of falling asleep forever.

He puts it on speaker, putting the phone down on the concrete and pressing both hands on the wound instead. “Y/n, hey… You’re alright- you’re alright.”

Mitsuya tries to smile. All he knows is that it’s teary and it’s fake.

You were staring at him, lips quivering and eyes blinking slowly, trying to see, trying to focus. “You’re doing good. Just keep on taking deep breaths for me, okay?” Please don’t go.

Nahoya is the one who picks up. “Yo, Mitsuya. Need anything-”

“I sent the location. Y/n’s bleeding out.”

“Got it.”

Short and firm, Nahoya hangs up. Mitsuya trusts that he’ll be here with backup and their assigned medic. Hopefully not too late.

“Hey, you know that it’s my birthday in two weeks right?” He holds you closer, counting the seconds that passed by, counting the seconds left before you completely bleed out.

Your eyelids were heavier now, gaze a little more unfocused from all the blood lost. Breaths a little shorter than before. “You said that you had a surprise for me,” he laughs but it was joyless, only filled with so much desperation. “You better give your best in surprising me.”

He blinks and his tear lands on your cheek. Only then does he notice the small smile on your lips. Don’t smile at me.

It’s as if you’re trying to form words with your gaze.

Don’t look at me as if it’s the last.

Lips quirked up just a little more as if telling him that it was going to be alright.

Please don’t go.

A few more tears leave his eyes and land on your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

I don’t want to attend another funeral.

I don’t want to lose another person.

Time ticks a little faster.

I don’t want to lose you.

When a car skids to a stop right beside them, Nahoya and Souya stumble out with a few more vehicles behind. One of the trained paramedics approached Mitsuya but he dares not let you go.

A second too late. They were a second too late.

You had closed your eyes and it wasn’t long before you had stopped breathing right before him and Mitsuya can only hold you.