Imagine If Ayaka Once Tried To Set Her Brother And Vigil!mc Up By Bringing Uo The Offer Of A Wedding

are you afraid of me?

what the hell type of name is "mr. crawling" if he can fucking walk?

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ based on the hc that mr crawling doesn't stand so he doesn't scare mc.

warnings. just fluff/comfort, some spoilers for end04 and end17

Mr. Crawling is kind.

Mr. Crawling is sweet.

Mr. Crawling is a complete mystery to you.

Other than his complete and instant devotion to you, you know almost nothing about him. Not that you’re complaining; since escaping the other world with him in tow, he’s been a pretty decent roommate.

He doesn’t have many hobbies, unless staring at you from across the room counts. The only mess he leaves is long, black hairs that snake along the shower walls and more often than not clog the drain. He doesn’t even eat your food—something you discovered after a week of trial and error, setting out everything from leftovers to raw steak in the hopes of figuring out what a creature like him might like. As it turns out, he isn’t much of an eater, and he refuses to wear anything but the clothes he crossed over in, so at least you didn’t need to buy him new clothes. He’s low-maintenance in those areas, thankfully, and your paycheck doesn’t take a huge hit. 

Still, as close as you are, and as much as you’ve grown fond of him, you know nothing about who or what he truly is. Can he stand? Does he even have eyeballs? You know he can see, somehow, but how? Does he have teeth? You’re not even sure there’s a word for teeth in his language… Would he need a dentist? As most of your Mr. Crawling mouth knowledge went, you knew he had a tongue. 

The days pass, you fall into routines, and so do your questions.

“Crawling,” you had said one night, settled up on the sofa after a long day at work.  “Why can’t you stand?”

Mr. Crawling looks up from the screen, his wide smile faltering as he absorbs your question. His hair falls across his face, hiding whatever might be behind those red blotches he has for eyes.

“Me… not able to stand,” he replies, waving abnormally long limbs. “Arms good!” He seems proud, at least. 

You purse your lips out in thought- sure, he had those spindly legs, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t use them. You witnessed first hand the way he kicks his legs about under the blanket, unsettling cracks of his joints. Or when he sits up on his knees to fetch something on the counter top that he couldn’t reach from the floor. 

“You want me stand?”

“No, Crawling, I like you like this.” And you finished the conversation with a few pats on his head, and he nuzzled into your knee as if he was a pet. 

“You like me?”

You nod.

“Me like you!”

Low maintenance in the roommate department, high maintenance in the boyfriend? department.

You settle into bed that night after serving Mr Crawling his completely normal human soup that you definitely obtained by very legal and moral ways. Although, he didn’t seem very hungry that night, and you decided to just keep it for later. You debated on leaving it out in case he got hungry during the night when you were asleep, but seeing as to what the contents were, you weren’t up for it to stink out your kitchen. Back in the fridge it went!

“Rest?” he asks from the doorway of your bedroom, eyeless staring as you settle on the mattress. 

“I rest. You rest?” You pat the spot beside you. 

“Me watch you.”

Whatta guy… You wait for him to join you before you pull the blanket to your chin. And just like every other night, Mr. Crawling wraps his long arms around you, joints cracking as he stretches his legs out on the blanket- his feet hang off the bed. His hair tickles every exposed inch of your skin, but you don’t mind. You’ve gotten used to it at this point- maybe you should teach him to brush his own hair though?

His touch is cool, like air from a drafty window, and you relax under his delicate, careful pats on your head. It’s not long before you drift off.

It’s rare that you wake up in the dead of night. It’s rarer when you wake up to him not in the same position you fell asleep in. Groggy, you reach an arm out to the other side of the bed and hit the space where Mr. Crawling should have been. It’s still warm, however, and you sit up and rub your eyes. He’s not here.

What the hell? That wasn’t like him.

You slip into your slippers and shuffle toward the kitchen. The house is dark and still, except for a faint rustling. When your vision adjusts, you stop in your tracks. You were pretty sure your heart stopped for a second, too. 

He hadn’t noticed you yet, which is unlike him. 

“C-Crawling?” you stammer. 

Mr. Crawling is there, long arms in your fridge, but he isn’t small and folded like usual. He’s… standing. You blink, barely processing the sight. He has to be at least eight feet tall, maybe more, his head brushing the ceiling. His towering shadow spills over the walls, unsettling even to someone like you.

He freezes, letting out a startled squeak you’ve never heard before. His head whips toward you, and his hair falls in a curtain over his face. He drops to his knees instantly, scrambling across the floor to you with long, frantic arms. He tackles you into an overzealous hug, the kind you usually get only when you come home from work.

“You awake!”

You blink down at him. “I thought you said you couldn’t stand?” you murmur, still dazed. He lied? Why would he lie? Is there even a word for lie in his language?

His hair fans at your face, elbows propping himself up on top of you. Mr. Crawling tilts his head at you, and you wrack your brain in this stupid monster language that you just can’t perfectly adjust to yet.

“Uhm… You stand good?” you manage to fumble the words out. You stand good. That just sounds ridiculous. “Legs work?”

Mr. Crawling lets you sit up, grey hands cupping your face. He seems… off. Sad? Worried? You’ve only seen him not smiling a few times- and that was when you first met him- when he scared the absolute daylights off of you, when that man in red with the umbrella appeared… There was also that time you collapsed, and that creepy, eyeless nurse showed up.

“You scared me?” he asks, his tone soft.

Are you scared of me? 

“You don’t stand because you think you’ll scare me?” you mumble, hands holding onto his wrists. “Erm… Not stand… me scared?” 

“Me scary… You not like me.” His head hangs and Mr. Crawling’s hair touches the floor and licks at your legs.. His gentle hold of your face loosens.

He doesn’t stand at his full height because he’s afraid he’ll scare you? God. How can a ghost be such a sweetheart?

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling his hands off your face. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head so you can see where his eyes should be. “You’re cute. Very big, yes—I was just surprised.”

“You… not scared?” His voice is uncertain.

You giggle, squeezing him tighter. “No. Just surprised.” He doesn’t understand you- and you need to wrack every shelf in your brain to get the words out. “Me surprised… you very cute.”

There’s a beat of silence as he absorbs your words. “Me cute?” he repeats, as if it’s the greatest revelation in the world.

“Very cute,” you confirm, unable to help laughing as he tackles you once again to the floor, hair scattering everywhere as he nuzzles into your chest, murmuring, “Me cute, me cute,” in a gleeful mantra. You pat his head, and he flops onto the floor beside you with a giggle.

You stare at him, illuminated by the extremely romantic light of the fridge. “Hungry?” you ask, and push some of his hair away from his face- he grabs your wrist before you get any closer to his eyes, though.

“Want eat… you rest.”

You shake your head, stifling a yawn. “I’ll wait for you. I… erm… rest with you?” You cringe, knowing you said it wrong. You’re at least seventy percent sure you said it wrong. Maybe it’s time to teach him your language.

Mr. Crawling lets out his normal unsettling giggles, a sound that cuts through the silence of the house.

You don’t bother getting his tomato soup out of the fridge like you usually do, and take a seat at the table. He looks lost for a split second, and giggles once more as he rises to his feet. You let out a few appreciative oohs and ahhs he reaches his full height. You’re still a bit shocked at how his head almost touches the ceiling.

He settles into his usual seat across from you, knees folded as best as they can be under the table, his feet brushing against your legs.

It’s like a lightbulb appears above your head.

What the hell type of name is “Mr. Crawling” if he can fucking walk? 

VENTI LMAO

Hi! Can I request a childe x reader streamer au scenario where reader comes home late after work and joins childe in his stream? It would also be funny to see the chat’s reaction 😂

Childe x GN! reader | No worries !! Thanks for requesting , I found this super cute AAAAAAAHHHH

“Fuck it I died again. Oh wait -- I’m not supposed to swear, aren’t I? Anyway... Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! ” 

Childe has lost again. For the fifth time this evening. The room was dark, and the silver light showed only his restless face, aroused in zeal. Pale cornflower hues move to the comment box. 

[Scara666] ... This sucks so bad. I almost threw my phone.

[i<3liyue] ... maybe you should update your h6 gun

[Windywhisper] ... Can you make a separate video on only how to use the power blast without leveling up?

[kaeyaSuperStrong] ... every fucking time i tried to play that game, my screen turns frozen help-

[Diluc_] ... @kaeyaSuperStrong; that’s because you bought your computer from the marketplace and you don’t have enough storage.

“This asshole literally blocked me. Move! Move! Move!” Childe groans, his hands stopping in the air. A hiss came, and then he whined. He would’ve cried right then. 

“Guys, I can’t -- like I can’t keep doing this. Every fucking round, my flag team keeps on getting captured..!” 

[Scara666] ... I‘m glad they’re destroying the shit out of you.

Childe straightens over his seat. “Didn’t I block you already, Scaramouche?”

[Scara666] ... I have other accounts you know.

“Well I’m blocking you again.” 

[Scara666] ... Let me just ask you a question.

The male felt as though his eyes could be trapped in the back of his head forever. “What? What is it?”

[Scara666] ... How does it feel when you’re over there enjoying yourself by playing the game you banned me in? That you, yourself, reported my ass just so you could rub it in my face that you’re just as bad as a kitchen sink.

“That’s it. I’m blocking you,” he then moves the mouse to the three dots and clicked block. His posture loosens and without Scaramouche, his chest becomes suddenly light and he could now focus on the game.

[Scara667] ... joins live

Childe jumps on his seat, this time, his eyes wild. “Just leave me alone!” he clicks block again. For a moment, it was peaceful. He went back to his game after a few minutes, encountering no problems becoming relaxed in the quiet air.

[Scara668] ... joins live

“Stop it, Scaramouche! I’m sorry for banning you, alright? Just leave!”

[Scara668] ... Try as you might, but you’ll never get rid of me.

[kaeyaSuperStrong] ... My keyboard is broken

[Windywhispers] ... I said can you make a separate video only on how to use the power blast without leveling up? You literally just avoided me awhile ago...

[$Zhongli$] ... Childe, will you send me the money so I could finally obtain the death sword?

Childe pays the comments no heed, he averts his gaze to the screen, attempting to make it through the next round without faults. He was close. Just barely actually. But still close. “--What are you doing?” came a voice from behind. 

The male leaps from his chair, tearing away his headphones in a meteorotic way. “So this is the game you’ve been playing all night?” you said. You step towards the screen, swerving away from Childe to see a glimpse of it, a glow fascination appears on your face. He pushes you to a distance and your brows knot.

“Let me see,” you pout and he averts his gaze. “No way,” he tells you bluntly. “Also, you’re home late. You better have a better excuse.”

“Are you filming a video?” you peek behind him. “What? No, wait --”

[kaeyaSuperStrong] ... real eyes realize real lies bro

[Scara668] ... Such a surprise for me. Who would have guess that anyone could withstand the sight of you? Is that your lover?

[Windywhispers] ... @i<3liyue; will you tell me how to do a powerblast?

[i<3liyue] ... @.Windywhispers; you have to level up

“Oooooh! Are you doing those youtube videos where a person sits on a chair and play games? That’s super cool! Hey Everybody!!”

“No!” Childe shouts, patches of red covers his cheeks, pulling you away from his computer. You laugh, shaking your head. “Aha, so mean,” your chuckles echo as you walk to the bathroom. From the moment the door shuts, Childe takes his mouse and ends the stream.

random uni hcs (1)

summary: just random hcs from the elaborate world of genshin uni boyfriends i have created in my head. yes my head is so very full of these. they are so annoying but i love them

genre/warnings: gn!reader (i think?? pls send an ask if i messed something up!), uni!au, idiots in love

childe

- will get so pouty if you refuse to sing into his invisible mic when he’s jamming in the car. he’ll finish the first verse and hold out the mic to you. he’s actually a good singer but he tries to be as ridiculous as possible on purpose lmao. if you don’t take the mic he will take it personally, so you’d better sing your goddamn lungs out

- when you go to a club or a bar or something he will dance ridiculously on purpose, just so you have to admit to people that yes, you are here with the guy chicken dancing in the middle of the dance floor

kazuha

- cannot stop buying couple items for the two of you. has no self control. his online cart is full of them, he is obsessed and is not ashamed. matching hoodies and t-shirts and keychains and slippers and everything. will show up at your apartment with a few packages and you’re just like ://///, but ofc you wear them with him anyway

- has all the fast food apps. if u wanna order takeout he’s your man. he has so many rewards and points that it’s basically a free meal.

diluc

- cannot let go of his “no-i-dont-care-im-so-chill-guy” aesthetic. says he doesn’t care what your phone wallpaper is but he CARES. he DOES. he cares so much. kaeya changed it to a picture of his face to fuck with his brother and diluc was so bitter lol, demands that you change it to a picture of the two of you, and you happily agree

- always waits for you after class, esp if it’s a night class. leans against the wall of your building giving people a hard stare if they look at him for too long LMAO

xiao

- does not care what other people think about your relationship at all. i see him as kind of a popular guy on campus just because he’s so good-looking (yes, i am in love with him, what about it). tends to be quite blunt, so if people try to flirt with him he will just stone face them and be like “:| no, you are not my s/o, please go away”

- stays in his apartment most of the time, and will leave the decor to you. you take him to ikea one day after you claim his apartment is too empty, and he just pushes the cart and nods blankly every time u show him something. thanks xiao, very helpful

scaramouche

- cannot admit it when he does nice things for you lol. will buy things you mentioned needing/liking and then leave them at your apartment right before he leaves just so you can’t question him about it lmao. it’s easier to deal with the “thank you!!!” text you send rather than try not to lose his mind when you pull him in for a hug

- despite his cold exterior, he’s very committed to texting u everyday. but he’s such a menace so sometimes it’s like “good morning” and sometimes it’s like “childe fell down the stairs this morning. had a good laugh.” like ….. pls.

[Stelle leans against a nearby wall with a rose flower between her mouth]

Stelle : Why hello there, are you into yoga?✨

M!Reader : Uhh... Sorta–

Stelle : Why don't you spend a little time showing me just how flexible you are?✨

M!Reader blushing : ......

[March burst out of the bushes behind stelle with dan heng]

March 7th : THAT WAS PERFECT!

Dan heng : NO IT WASN'T–

just a bite. sukuna

masterlist ﾉ requests ౨ৎ — pairing ! ryomen sukuna x reader ౨ৎ — synopsis ! oneshot + sukuna teases reader about her fear of his sharp teeth. ౨ৎ — warnings ! mdni, fem!reader, heian!sukuna, thoughts of cannibalism, reader is described as smaller than sukuna, suggestive and dark themes, concubine!reader, fainting, reader doesn’t get eaten dw, sukuna wants to devour you but he cares for you too much to do that :) [0.8k] ౨ৎ — notes ! prompt from @chhos for kunaween2024

“mmm, i could eat you alive . . .”

you squeaked. “n-no! don’t! won’t taste good, promise!”

caged in his warmth, your dainty hands shoved repeatedly against the wide expanse of the beast’s chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him away.

he chuckled mockingly, low baritone sounding into your flushed ear, body unrelenting against the weak hits to his abdomen and pectorals.

sukuna’s large nose teased around the lobe of soft skin and cartilage before making its way to the plump spheres of your cheeks, trailing downwards to your jawline.

the giant of a man above you hummed in satisfaction, inhaling your sweet scent at the crook of your neck, the aroma of green tea and powdered florals wafting pleasantly into his nostrils.

“i bet you’d taste delightful . . .”

a violent shudder ran down your spine as sharp canines grazed the skin against your jugular vein. fear of being his next meal crept into your thoughts and you wanted to cry out, legs kicking helplessly against him, constricted inside the tight fabric of your kimono.

did he really want to eat you?

your heart cried wildly in your chest, and against all reasoning, you felt like he could hear it thumping against your ribcage as if it wanted to burst through the layers shielding it and offer itself to the king of curses.

the sounds you let out were unintelligible once his pink tongue peaked through his thin lips and licked its way up, the wet muscle leaving trails of saliva against your flesh in their wake.

hmmm, delicious.

shivering under him, he lapped at your neck as if it were a delectable candy that would soon unveil its center, revealing to him the numerous branches assisting in pumping gallons of blood throughout your body that he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. his very own special treat.

would you let him? would you let him defile you in such an irreversible way?

the devilish man growled against your throat before you tensed, lips trembling at the mouth suddenly enveloping the chubby flesh of your cheek.

you thrashed wildly in his hold, squirming as his white fangs sank into your skin, but not enough to puncture their way through and leave tiny holes in your beautiful face.

garbled noises left your mouth through plush, parted lips. sukuna kept himself still as you tried to unceremoniously escape from underneath him, two bulky arms grasping your body tightly against his without struggle as he hovered over your small frame, the other two pressed against the soft, white futon beneath you to keep himself above you.

he wondered what you’d do if he took a bite, teeth tearing away at you in chunks. that’s all he needed. just a bite, a single taste.

“n-no more, ‘kuna, please! hnnn—”

he huffed at your plea, sound muffled against the plumpness of your cheek inside his large mouth.

stay still, or i’ll really eat you is what he wanted to say.

but then he stared down at you, noticing how you had squeezed your eyes shut as the tug of his tusks stretched your face.

helpless. afraid. weak.

with a roll of all four of his eyes, he pulled away from you, pointed teeth detaching themselves from your face. his large frame raised up from your body, taking the warmth with him while rivulets of his drool followed, painting across your figure like a canvas.

you whined in discomfort, and sukuna felt himself twitching in his pants at the unkempt sight of you. fear danced in your eyes, breathing heavy, lavish silks of your clothing tousled, and most importantly, the swollen expanse of your cheek, dent marks evident from where he had sunk into.

sukuna sat back and watched you intently with a hungry look in his eyes as you pushed yourself up from your laid-out position on the bedding.

he narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn’t help but squirm under his intense gaze.

“you put up a weak fight.”

you pouted.

“hmph!”, you crossed your arms, turning your head to the side. “it’s not my fault you’re so great in size.”, you mumbled under your breath.

“tch, you calling me fat, woman? such cheek for someone who whimpers like a dog beneath me.”

“no!”, you quickly defended, eyes widening at the fact that he heard your sassy comment. you only received a grunt in response.

there was a beat of silence as you stared at each other before he spoke again.

“there is no reason for you to be afraid.”, he muses almost gently.

you turn back to him, guard down, and arms unfolding from your chest—only to have him flash you a scary smile you assumed he thought was reassuring, pearly white fangs glinting from candlelight.

your face paled in fright, all life dwindling from your shaken appearance.

as you fainted, the last thing you saw before your eyelids failed you was sukuna’s wide grin turning into a big, sad frown :(

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I love these drama 😍

Genshin men as k-dramas

Pairings: genshin men x f!reader

Synopsis: Scenarios of you and genshin men in some of my favorite k-dramas.

Characters: childe, scaramouche, itto, thoma, kaeya

(pt.2) ayato, albedo, kazuha

(pt.3) dainsleif, diluc, zhongli, xiao

Tags: fake dating | sussy husband | comedy attempt | malewife in an apocalypse | sexy red flag | fluff

a/n: this got too long so I'm cutting these into parts!

Childe — A Business Proposal💍

you feel so out of place in this fancy restaurant where everyone seems so poised and classy. why did you even agree to this? oh right, you need the money. waiting feels like forever until a sexy voice that made your body tingle calls out to you. "hello? (f/n) (f/l/n)?" you look up to the man confirming your name and you swear the air got knocked out from your lungs. HE'S SO FINE??? AND HE'S RICH?? jackpot!!! wait, don't forget you're on a fake date. you need to mess things up! and so you act like a crazy woman obsessed with her riches and is fond of hot, crazy, steamy, wild sex. you're literally throwing away your dignity just for this awkward date to end (why isn't he saying anything to you T_T). you swear you've done everything you could to get this man to be turned off and yet this falls on his lips: "I like you." WHATTHE? wow, what a crazy man he must like crazy women too. what was his name again? ajax? childe? oh well, it's not like you will ever see him again.....SURPRISE SURPRISE BIATCH, he's your fucking boss, the owner of the company. the urge to jump in front of a bus is really strong right now <3. help, how are you going to solve this? you just fooled your boss on a date! and wow, the universe must really hate you because he found out <33 and now you're sitting here across him, apologies endlessly spilling from your mouth because you're such a desperate peasant for money. he's like "i don't like people who waste my time." and you be like: "ok i'm sorry *cries* :((" but then...he sets up a proposal??? a proposal where you two have to fake date and then get married just to get his grandpa's pestering off his back. wait this isn't a marriage proposal, it's a business proposal!

Scaramouche — Flower of Evil🌹

everything was perfect, it was the same old morning routine you would never get tired of. waking up to your husband cooking breakfast, your daughter's eyes creasing when she sees you, and your giggle that warms the house. your husband thought it was perfect too, and he wanted to stay like that forever...but how could someone who had a dark past pretend like it didn't exist? the past will never let him go and Scaramouche will do anything to keep his family out of danger. unfortunately, it can't be helped, you are a detective after all. fate it may be, your team is the one who's investigating your husband's case. the moment you picked up that watch, when you recognized it, hid it from your colleague, doubts started to rise and suddenly you can't breathe. was it all lies? your cold neighborhood crush who eventually warmed up and loved you...was it all fake? just like your husband's identity? every night, laying on that bed with him, his touches on your skin now bring pain rather than relief. no, you're not going to let love blind you. you are a detective who swore to bring justice. and you are gonna bring justice. even if it's against your husband, even if this fragile dollhouse falls apart, as long as you're alive...justice will prevail.

Itto — It's Okay to Not Be Okay✍️

the moment you saw Itto and that big beefy arms of his, you wanted him. and what you want, it's what you get. that's what always been happening in your life, everything is so easy to get! except for this stubborn himbo who disregards your romantic and sexual advances. is he gay? maybe asexual? nah, you don't think so. but why does he always reject you? any attempt of dressing up in grand designer clothes doesn't seem to catch his eye and it's so frustrating. oh, he's busy taking care of a granny and a kid in a retirement home...that's sweet and...attractive. the visits to the retirement home get more and more frequent because of the everyday itch of seeing his face. the more you stay, the more you learn about life and the deeper your feelings get. don't worry about unrequited love, because this big man is also falling in love with you despite your eccentrics. the time spent with Itto is a time well spent, a short period that cannot compare to the dark and empty life you had before. this is a path of healing, a path of love, and a path of family. you'd gladly take this path in any life because of the happiness it gives. you're working on a new book with the kid whom Itto takes care of as the artist. this is not child labor, this is just commissioning an artist! you close your eyes and recall the past months you had with Itto and the people at the retirement home. then colorful imagination, sceneries, and characters just pop up in your mind as you hurriedly scribble down the train of thought. "kid draw this." you pass the notes to the boy who's sketching on a notepad and he nods while he gets his materials. you lean back with a satisfied smile as you smell the incoming money from this bestseller book.

Thoma — Sweet Home🌇

so this it...this is the end of your short life. you're a year from graduating and reaching your dreams and now this stupid zombie apocalypse happens out of nowhere. you haven't even stepped foot in Switzerland yet! goodbye mother, father, friends, relatives. goodbye world it was a mid life. wait are they even alive— "hhk!" a quiet hitch escapes your lips and you quickly bite down the flesh as the monster's ears turn and face you abruptly. your face contorts in horror at the terrifying appendage that's nearing your face; your body instinctively presses on the wall even if there's no room left to hide. you were accepting moments ago and now you're keeping quiet because you want to live. 'guess this is human survival instinct. and your survival instinct is telling you to hold your breath and keep quiet but your pounding heart won't listen, and you know the monster could hear it. this was a terrifying way to go, your heart pulled out of your chest. the ear gets awfully close to your nose and you close your watery eyes while your ears ring, lips bleed, and body paralyzed. 'let's just make this quick please. it's just like sleeping right?' a sad thought enters your mind as your body calms down while preparing for the blow. then a shrill shriek startles you as you open your eyes, watching the ear pull out quickly. A stabbing sound squelches and your heart drops as your hands absentmindedly place over your mouth. you don't know if you're relieved or guilty but you just press your knees to your chest and close your eyes. then, the atmosphere changes as a familiar voice calls out to you: "hey, are you okay? are you hurt?" your eyes take in the sight of a blonde guy holding a knife-broom with a worried expression on his face. then suddenly, every piece of nerve just connects together and your mind is back on track. OMG IT'S THAT CUTE MALEWIFE MATERIAL NEIGHBOR! IT'S THOMA! your sight then follows the familiar dog walking around the apartment and it turns to you as if smiling, serotonin immediately overwhelming you. you're very happy thoma and taroumaru are alive— oh, another man is holding a katana and a woman carrying a guitar! glad to know you're on the winning team!

Kaeya — Nevertheless🦋

he's the type of guy who doesn't like commitment and thinks relationships are a bother but likes to flirt. what a total asshole. and of course, you don't know that this potential danger is now approaching you since your back looked so appealing. kaeya sits beside you and asks: "is this seat taken?" you turn to speak but then you're met with the hottest man you've ever seen. one eye covered but the other is dark blue, tan skin, has a tiddie window, and an aura that just screams sex. you've been mesmerized by his appealing looks that it left kaeya chuckling, snapping you out of your dream. "n-no it's not taken." you reply to him as he sits beside you, ordering a drink for himself. you just broke up with your boyfriend and yet this man is currently occupying your mind, is that even right? that night continued with the both of you playing darts and enjoying each other's company. a small detail you noticed about him is that he has a butterfly tattoo on his nape. you wanted to ask him about it but it seems it has a deeper meaning that's not suitable for light talk. lucky you, he's surprisingly a schoolmate of yours! kaeya's visits to your apartment become frequent since he says he wants to get close! supposedly innocent touches become heated ones that lead to the bed. nevertheless, this unsafe attraction is what keeps you bound to each other.

modern dating is embarrassing i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (he’s the local hot priest who will question god because of me)

My headcanon is that phainon wants to keep their relationship in secret for the sake of Mydei. But he doesn't know how to hide it and everyone knows about it.

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