List Of “so Tell Me, How Am I Supposed To Get Over You When All I Can Dream About Is You?” Prompts

linking that heizou playlist here again for you to dance to while reading <3 happy bday my sweet sweet love you deserve nothing less than the world ily ily ily

tagging: @souglias (tysm for the ending idea ily 😌) and heizou lovers!!!! @alatusxiaoo @almond-adeptus (please let me know if you dont want to be tagged hsdhask)

Inazuma City, Inazuma. (Now playing: Caramelo Duro)

The sound of heavy rain splattering against the ground greets you and Heizou when you two step out of Uyuu Restaurant, leaving the both of you stranded under the small shelter outside the restaurant. With the way you two looked at each other in surprise, hands empty and minds blank, it was clear that neither of you had expected this to happen.

If the rain were lighter, or if it looked like it was going to stop soon, perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad to run back home now. But clearly, it didn’t look like any of them, so for the next (at least) half an hour, you and Heizou would stay stranded and umbrella-less under the shelter.

You had a feeling that you were going to get kicked out soon, too. A few stray dogs and cats shared the same thoughts as you and the detective, along with a few Inazumans, leaving very limited space for you and Heizou. You could only expect the sacred space beneath this shelter to be more packed in a few minutes’ time, which meant that you and Heizou had to find new shelter to take refuge in soon.

What if there was no need for shelter? Staying healthy was overrated and the rain looked way too inviting— you only live once, anyway. Impulsively, you grab Heizou’s hand and jump out of the shelter. You hear him let out a yelp when the cold, harsh rain slaps his face and damps his hair, and you laugh.

“What the hell?” he scoffs, but the wide smile on his face is undeniable. “My Watson, we’re going to get sick, you’re going to get sick—” you, of course, don’t listen to him, and only pull him further into the open, where the winds are more unforgiving and the downpour is harsher. With how hard the water droplets hit your back, it nearly feels as though you’re being massaged.

“Chances like these are hard to come by,” With how heavy the rain is, you have to scream in order for him to hear you. “Why not walk in the rain while we’re free? It’s not like we have anywhere to rush to, anyway.”

Fortunately, the heavy rain doesn’t deter you from hearing his beautiful, lively laughter. He squeezes your hand and pulls you to him — you squeal when water droplets drip from his fringe onto your forehead — while intertwining your fingers.

“I suppose you’re right,” he giggles. He playfully stomps in the flooded walkway of Inazuma City, purposely splashing water onto your pants. You return the favour by kicking a huge wave of water onto his white shirt, and the gleam in his eyes that follows tells you that a war is about to begin.

Screaming, you run and try your best not to slip as Heizou chases after you, shouting curses and letting laughter out every now and then. His hand barely grazes the back of your blouse multiple times, but as an Anemo user, it doesn’t take long for him to finally get a hold of you. Curse his seemingly unlimited stamina.

“It seems like you’ve forgotten what I do for a living,” he laughs yet again as his wet arms tighten their hold around your waist. Drenched maroon hair sticks to your neck when he leans on your shoulder and you squirm around, jokingly telling him to get lost.

You only just notice that the rain has slightly subsided where you are (you realise that Heizou chasing after you can make you run really, really far). The puddles present are much lesser now, the rain is a lot lighter, and the sky has become lighter. The drizzle that lightly beats your face feels much more pleasant than being slapped by bullet-like raindrops.

However, running far away from Inazuma City where the rain is heavier comes with a cost; there are no shelters here, so you and Heizou have two choices— you either walk another two hundred metres to hide under a cramped shelter shared by the citizens and strays of Inazuma City, or you stay in the rain and just deal with it while walking back.

Before you can make a decision, Heizou grabs your wrist to turn you around, holding both of your hands. You look at him through wet bangs as he hums, staring at your intertwined hands, “You said that we only live once, right?”

You’re not sure if you like where this is going. “Yes?”

“Dance with me, then.”

Ah. You barely have time to react, as Heizou pulls you back with him without warning. A yelp escapes from your lips when he swiftly turns you around, before pulling you flush against his back. The hot breath you feel on your neck greatly contrasts the cold drizzle enveloping you two, making you visibly shiver.

He chuckles and you realise it’s a sound that you want to hear over and over again. This time, you are more prepared when he turns you around again to take hold of both your arms, swaying slowly and steadily.

You ignore the uncomfortable feeling of muddy water from the puddles below seeping into your shoes as you gaze into Heizou’s eyes. The look he gives you is filled with so, so much love, the kind of love that feels like a strong breeze lifting you up in the air that tickles you all over and leaves you exhilarated, so much love that it is nearly unreal. But then you are reminded yet again that Shikanoin Heizou makes the unreal happen. Yes, Heizou makes the impossible happen— like how his soft gaze alone can make your knees go weak and forget all about the rain surrounding you.

“Mm, sweetheart,” he whispers, and a part of you nearly faints at the endearing pet name. His thumb starts caressing your arm, and his forehead leans down against yours.  You can’t resist putting your hands on his chest in return. “We’re really, really gonna catch a cold now.”

You move your hands up to his shoulders and teasingly squeeze them, admiring the red that blooms on his face at the action. “Just a little longer, please?”

And, oh, you severely underestimate just how much Shikanoin Heizou loves you, because he always gives in to you. “As you wish, my dear Watson.”

You take one step forward, and he steps back with you. He spins and brings you along with him, giggling when you accidentally stomp into a puddle and the muddy water that splashes up stains your leggings. Your eyes constantly switch between gazing up at him and looking down at your feet, making sure to not step on his as you two continue bouncing and swaying along to the rain’s rhythm.

As though there is imaginary music playing in the background, Heizou pulls you into an upbeat dance routine, making you nearly forget just how much energy the detective has. His contagious smile spreads to your face and before you know it, the laughter shared between you two as you jump around in water puddles is louder than the rain around you.

Alas, the rain finally starts to clear up, and a part of you feels sad that the moment is ending. But before you can reluctantly make your way back home, Heizou’s hand moves faster, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a kiss.

Clearly, Heizou hadn’t planned this, with how clumsily his lips move against yours and how giggles escape from his mouth every now and then. But he gains control back easily, managing to teasingly brush his lips against yours, ticklish like the feeling of a butterfly on a deer’s nose. You swear he even licked your bottom lip at one point, but you don’t get the chance to scold him for doing so.

He pulls away, licking his lips in satisfaction. “Hm. Tastes like rain.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You just kissed me in the rain.”

“And I should do it again,” He laughs and brings you into his embrace again.

Can I pkease request for someone who's trying to impress their partner as much as they can cause its their first love?

wanting to impress your partner

'' you're doing good. ''

'' it's already perfect, all right, you are enough. ''

'' i want this night to be special. ''

'' i want [our first kiss] to be special. ''

'' you deserve everything. ''

'' it's my job to spoil you. ''

'' breathe. ''

'' am i dreaming? '' '' nope. this is all me. ''

'' i've never felt this way before. ''

'' you brought me flower? ''

'' you don't have to do this. '' '' i want to do this. ''

'' come with me. '' '' what have you planned? ''

'' oh my god, it's beautiful... ''

'' you did this all by yourself? ''

'' what do you want in return? '' '' maybe a kiss or two. ''

'' close your eyes. i have a surprise for you. ''

'' just something small. '' '' something small? this must have taken hours... ''

'' if you're trying to impress me, it worked. ''

'' i wanted you to have something to remember me by. ''

'' gotta give a good first impression, right? ''

'' you mean for our next date? '' '' i was thinking third anniversary. ''

'' you said your ex never did these things, so i took it upon myself. ''

'' it's not too over the top, is it? ''

'' i know just my company is enough, but sometimes, all i want to do is spoil you. ''

some sleepy scenarios

## since you all seemed to enjoy the sleepy dialogue prompts~

tracing your lover's features as they sleep

trying to count the freckles on your partner's cheeks when they're asleep

waking up with their legs over yours as they're stretched out and comfortable

taking pictures after finding your lover dozing peacefully while bundled up in blankets

running fingers through their hair as they snooze against your shoulder

feeling their fingers run through your hair while they lull you to sleep

napping on the couch together

hearing them snore a little for the first time

maybe the snoring is small, quiet and you can't help but giggle since it's kind of cute

or maybe it's quite loud and you realize you plan to spend the rest of your life with this

seeing that they're finding a hard time finding a comfortable position so you pull them into your arms

being annoyed because it's extremely hot out and they insist that they cuddle that night

laughing at their messy hair in the morning

sleepy kisses peppered all over their face

seeing them pout or scrunch their nose a little in their sleep

needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up

they're sick and finally fall asleep sprawled out on the sofa ..meaning you can sit for a few minutes yourself

apologizing when you call them and hear their deep, sleepy voice answer

pulling them back into bed before they go to work but they accidentally dozed off again and is about to be late

trying not to laugh too loud when you discover they talk in their sleep and say some very questionable things

i’m not even sure what’s happening anymore

hi lia!!! i love your writing sm especially REDAMANCY IN YOUR GAZE. !!! so nicely written and hits me right in the feels ;w;

anywhoo i'm here to submit a request! hope this sparks your inspiration but if not feel free to delete it, ok? no pressure <3

i'm curious to see you writing angst, so can we perhaps have zhongli, xiao, kazuha, and itto with the situation/prompt: 'seeing their s/o reader dying'? bonus brownie points if reader died in their arms c: yeah i woke up and chose violence today ahah it can be in whatever format you feel most comfortable with!

ps. just reject this if you feel uncomfortable with the concept!! i didn't see a rule against this so i thought i'd drop by and ask. thank you and have a nice day <3 <3 <3

- 💠

★彡 KISS ME WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED.

SUMMARY. you have left with a piece of their heart and you're never coming back. or in which you spend your last moments in your lover's arms, but you are already beyond saving.

CHARACTERS. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, itto.

GENRE. angst, established relationship, hurt with no comfort.

CW. character death (no specified cause), mentions of blood (no specified injuries), unintended anger outburst + shinobu cameo in itto's part.

THOUGHTS. thank you for liking my writing and sending in this painful request <3 i'm unsure how well i executed this and i'm looking for room to improve — but for now, enjoy this angst that me and 💠 anonnie offered! >:)

✰ masterlist.

XIAO's words fail him, a failure stuck at the back of his throat from the deepest parts of his beating heart. Such a contrast to your heart that no longer thumps at the same tempo as his.

He is supposed to be used to this — no, he should have grown used to this already.

The putrid stench of death, the pools of scarlet red on the ground and his clothes, the void in his chest that he can't explain every single time.

For eons and eons, Xiao has seen lives perish before his eyes; his comrades, innocent lives, monsters, all of them. That is what he is meant to do; an Adeptus lives to bear pain, to shoulder it with resilience.

So, then, what is this feeling? Ache like never before, a longing for a different outcome, a sense of denial he is unfamiliar with.

Xiao stares blankly at your peaceful face, eyes closed and undisturbed. As if you are only lulled by the soft tune of slumber and merely sleeping in his arms — but that is no more than wishful thinking, he knows this.

Yet, still, he dares to hope.

How ironic, the Yaksha has never gotten along well with the concept of hope. But here he is, gathering the littlest courage to hope that you'd snap open your eyes and laugh at his forlorn expression like you always would.

But you don't, and Xiao realizes he is nothing but a hypocrite.

The same pain he is supposed to shoulder oh-so fearlessly is here, gnawing at his heart and consuming it alive — for once, Alatus doesn't think he can bear it any longer.

He is alone all over again.

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Death, an old friend of KAZUHA's that he never wishes to confront ever again. But that statement only reeks of blissful ignorance, doesn't it?

Death casts its gaze on whom it wishes and it takes and it takes, that is the natural course of life — yet, it has become far too familiar of an acquaintance in his life that Kazuha can't help but despise it.

In the back of his mind, Kazuha sees a vision he thought he has long bid his goodbyes to already. The booming flash of thunder, a sword pierced through the floorboard of the Tenshukaku, a fallen friend and a reminder that he was far too late.

This moment is all too familiar.

The darkening clouds above his head, his hands that cradle you close, and your scent that is growing fainter and fainter by the second. Kazuha rests his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his cries against your skin; but you are as cold as ice and snow, so unbelievably cold.

Has the curse of fate come to take from him again? Kazuha's heart is only one, but death seems to favor him so much that it keeps taking pieces of his soul little by little.

Once, a lingering pain he learnt to move on from. Twice, he lets it be this time. Thrice, he begins questioning, just what more does it want from him? His family, his friend, now his one and only lover; Kazuha isn't sure what is left of him now. So, so many have been taken away from him.

"[Y/N]," Kazuha feels ashamed of the way his voice breaks as he whispers your name. He can't even speak properly, but how can he when you lay so feebly in his arms? One movement and it feels as if you'll crumble to dust, unreachable and away from his grasp.

He still has so many haiku's to read to you, songs he wants you to listen to, places he wants to see with your hand in his. So many of them, yet those dreams are nothing but regrets now.

Death will never leave him alone, will it? Even if tears stain his cheeks, even if he pleads with his life, even if he wishes to trade his life for yours, Kazuha is powerless.

"I love you," the man presses his lips to your forehead, he spares no mind to the tears falling down his cheeks like a stream of water he'd drink a fistful from during his travels.

One last time, just one more. But his words fall on deaf ears, for you are already gone and you're not coming back.

Yet again, death has torn away another piece of Kaedehara Kazuha's heart.

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ZHONGLI drowns himself in complacent silence. He says nothing, he has nothing to say. The rueful sigh that escapes his lips is the only indication of the lid placed over the gaping sorrow in his chest.

The former Archon of Geo does not shed tears. If he cries, then would it have changed this outcome? No, it wouldn't. If he cries, then would it have lifted this pain in his chest for a brief moment? Perhaps, it would.

But if Zhongli allows tears to cloud his eyes, then hethese last few moments with you. Fate cannot be changed nor can it be severed, all he can do is embrace it wholeheartedly.

"Even if it hurts?" A ghost-like whisper hovers faintly above his ears, trying to shake his resolve. Zhongli affirms himself, "Even if it hurts." He doesn't acknowledge the littlest speck of desire to falter and say otherwise in the corner of his mind.

Even if it hurts.

After all this time, you are still as beautiful as the first day he laid eyes on you, Zhongli smiles as he closes your eyes with the palm of his hand.

Those gem-like [E/C] irises of yours that always stare back at his with such affection, your voice that greets his ears like a gentle melody, the raindrops of love you shower him in so generously.

He can't help but reminisce.

After all, reminiscence is one of, if not the most, loyal friend of his, unbound by erosion of time as long as there is someone who lives to tell the tale. Zhongli knows the story of you shall live, for he will be the one to tell it.

"Rest well, my love."

He will not forget you.

The former Archon of Geo does not shed tears. Yet, that day, the corners of his amber eyes begin to dampen just a little.

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ITTO swears he sees his life flashes before his eyes. He is frantic, flighty even as if waiting for someone to get this over with and pinch him awake. This feels like a nightmare, it's just a bad dream, right?

But the warm pool of blood pouring onto his clothes is real, too real to just be a part of his imagination.

No, no, no, this can't be happening.

"Shinobu—" Itto calls out to his deputy leader hurriedly, agitation all too present in his voice. But the anxiety in his stomach churns even worse when he sees the mortified look in Shinobu's eyes; he doesn't like what it alludes to, not one bit.

He pleads almost desperately, "They'll be okay, right? Right?!" Shinobu has never lied to him, she always tells him the truth and so, he waits for an answer.

Reassurance, some hope that everything will be alright, just anything — but he receives no more than silence. And it angers him, Itto can feel the frustration rushing through his veins to his heart and to his head.

His grip on your frail body tightens and a pained holler tears itself from his throat, "Say something, dammit!" But he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean to yell so harshly at her. He isn't usually like this, what is going on?

When in reality, the answer to his question is right there in his arms; your frail figure lying in his embrace is just a fact waiting to be acknowledged, but he doesn't want to accept it.

Do you expect him to just accept it like that so easily? You know he can't do that, he just can't.

"There is still hope, there is still hope," Itto chants to himself, but even a fool would know those words are nothing more than empty reassurance.

The so-called strongest Oni in Inazuma is so out of it Shinobu can't even gather the courage to point out the truth.

What will become of her boss if she tells him that you are no longer breathing?

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© seelestia, july 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

angel baby | blue lock

— bllk boys as scenes/dialogues i’ve seen on tiktok

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, barou shouei x gn! reader

genre/warning: fluff, swearings, a small mention of violence

a/n: repost bcs tumblr is being a lil btch to me :/ also ill put the read more thing later I PROMISE but for now i just wanna post this 😭

isagi where the two of you somehow, one way or another, went through a rather harsh argument that almost lead to a breakup but he moves to grab a hold on your hands and intertwine your fingers together, navy blue irises smouldering with determination as he looks at you in the eyes, “no. i will not give up on you. you’re worth it, y/n. you always have been. i don’t care how long it takes but i’m gonna learn how to devour love you the right way. i’m not going anywhere.”

bachira where he playfully challenges you to a staring contest, his bright amber eyes burning into your own. his gaze so intense yet so loving it makes your eyes shy away, breaking eye contact as heat rushes to every part of your body (especially your cheeks which do not go unnoticed by your beloved meguru). a small curl of a teasing smirk appears on his face as he uses a knuckle to guide your eyes back to him by hooking it under your chin, “what’s wrong, honey? you’re getting all shy on me now, hm?”

reo where you’re feeling restless on one particular night, eyes wide open and body refusing to rest as you toss and turn in your bed. you stare blankly at literally nothing when suddenly the sound of your phone ringing enters your ears. reaching over to grab your phone on the bedside table, you quickly slide your finger on the screen when you see who’s calling. “hello?” you start. “i knew it. you can’t sleep, can you, baby?” his voice, deep and soothing to your ears says. you sigh, he knows you so well it’s kinda scary. “yeah, well… its 3 am so shouldn’t you be sleeping, reo?” you mutter. “with you? yes.” he replies back.

nagi where you come to his football match like you always do to support him, eyes immediately gravitate towards the snowy haired striker on the field like a strong magnetic pull. his smoky dark eyes sweep over the seats until they fall on you, his face contorting to a conflicted one; eyebrows furrowed, mouth pulling into a slight pouty frown that he himself probably doesn’t realize. oh, right. you’re not wearing his jersey. you watch as he jogs over to where his team’s manager is standing while holding a bag that seemed to be his. digging into it, he pulls out a spare jersey with his number and name on it before walking over to you. huffing slightly, you ignore the stares of almost everyone in the stadium with a blush on your face as he helps you put the jersey on. slowly blinking his eyes like an affectionate cat, he kisses you on the cheek with a murmur of “now you look even cuter, pretty thing.”

rin where the two of you got invited to a party by a friend, and you decide to dress up a little more than usual. twirling yourself in front of the mirror, you catch the teal gaze belonging to a certain striker in the mirror. “what do you think?” you inquire. he doesn’t say anything, only opts to intensely stare at your figure before he approaches you. opening a drawer nearby, he pulls out some decorative pieces before wearing them on his lithe fingers. “rings?” you ask with a confused tilt of your head. he only nods at your outfit, “just feeling like i’ll be knocking out a few guys tonight.”

barou where you accidentally got yourself injured to the point you have to limp your way to places. leaning your weight on the wall beside you, you warily eye him as he turns his back to you and squats down. you chuckle nervously, "no, it's fine, shouei. i'm heavy anyways." after hearing your absolutely ridiculous statement, he glances back to give you the stinkiest glare known to mankind. "y/n, you're not even half my warm-up weight. now get your ass on my back right now."

[Translated Comic] This is (not) our first 520

Original artist: 这回是真的了

Source ll Permission

❀ Please do not repost ❀

Ardyn’s friends teaching him the life skills that made him the savior of his people: Benevolo Besithia.

Ben: “Okay, Ardyn. Today we have a very special lesson. Today, you are going to earn the trust of a majestic creature. Doing so will increase survivability when dealing with wild beasts as we’re adventuring across Eos.”

Ardyn: “Sounds simple enough. But why at a volcano?”

Ben: “It’s where she makes her nest. Now, the important part here is to not flinch.”

Ardyn: “Flinch? Why would I-“

Ardyn: “Astrals save me….”

Ben: “You’re doing great, Ardyn! You have nothing to fear!!”

Ardyn: “Then why are you all the way over there?!? Benevolo Besithia, what in the void did you get me into?!” (AND HOW??!)

Ardyn: “I swear if I live through this, I’m just going to let the Starscourge take you!”

Ben: “Duly noted. Now don’t move. You’re intimidating her.”

Ardyn: “I’M INTIMIDATING HER?!?”

“……”

Ben: “Oh! She likes you? Fantastic!!”

Ardyn: “WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF SHE DIDN’T?!?!!?”

— MAKE UP? MORE LIKE MAKE OUT

pairing: blade x gn! reader.

word count: 479.

thinking about making out with blade. blade’s kisses are fierce, ruthless and intense to the point it leaves your head spinning. he kisses the way he fights, showing no mercy to his enemies and cutting them down with his bloodstained weapon.

thinking about how blade knows what to do to reduce you to a whining, breatheless and squirming mess. he knows which part of your body to touch. he knows what to do to make you gripped on his clothes for support. he knows what to do to hear you whimper, pleading him to continue kissing you.

“please, don’t stop,” you let out a pitiful whine, fingers desperately clutching his shirt.

blade chuckled, his minty breath fanning your lips. he loves how pilant you become after kissing you. he loves how his touch was like a drug to you, always pulling you in for more. what he loves the most, is how you are wrapped around his thumb.

“please what? hm? if you want something, all you gotta do is ask,” he purred, raspy voice dropping an octave lower. blade teasingly brushed his chapped and calloused lips against your neck, drawing a sensitive and desperate whine from your throat.

you threw your head back, resting it against the wall behind you. your eyes were squeezed shut in heavenly bliss. you remained oblivious to blade's eyes focused on your expression, patiently waiting for you to say something. one thing about blade is how he loves to tease and push you to the edge, until his name spills from your lips.

you plucked up the remaining pride left, giving him the win. "... please keep kissing me," you whispered, embarrassed with your current state.

blade pays no mind to how humiliated you became. he was pleased with your words and rewarded you with a searing kiss. he hungrily pried your swollen lips apart with his tongue and forced his way in. it was a losing battle for you, especially when it comes to a man like him.

you would have collapsed to the ground if not for blade supporting you with one hand possessively wrapped around your waist. he had you firmly pressed against the wall. his other hand slid his way under your shirt, rubbing circles on your increasingly warm skin.

you gasped when blade harshly bit your bottom lip, drawing blood. your knees buckled when he sucked on your tongue and he finished your makeout session by pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. blade pulled away, smirking to see you panting with your face all flushed and how misty your eyes became.

blade leaned in and blew hot air into your ear. he knows your ears are extremely sensitive. a surge of pride flowed through his veins when he saw how you instinctively flinched at his action.

"how about we continue this somewhere, hm? what do you say, darling?"

note: oh to make out with blade... this might probably be the only suggestive fic i write... or not ;) who knows tbh

Under His Skin Masterlist

Pairing: Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow (Nolanverse Batman) x F Reader

Dr. Jonathan Crane begins his first day at Arkham Asylum, quietly observing Chief Administrator Dr. Ares Katsaros and his routines. He meets Ares’s fiancée--a woman who unsettles him with her calm composure and lack of fear. Fascinated, Crane begins planning Ares’s downfall while trying to deciding what to do with the woman attached to him.

Dark themes are ahead...

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