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I need more of him

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Vash, Nicholas, Millions Knives + Accidental Confession

Pairing: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives x Reader

Tags: fluff, love confession, first kiss, cuddles, blushing, teasing, slightly suggestive

A/N: You didn't think I was done with these three did you?

VASH

Says it while you're half asleep on his chest, which is a position you don't remember being in when you went to sleep

He moved you, hating the thought of you sleeping on the cold sand

Will try to convince you that you're dreaming

If you were then you wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere or wearing this much clothes, and Vash wouldn't be stuttering over his words so much

Therefore no, you're not dreaming but if he think you are then he should give you a kiss and see what happens

NICHOLAS

Not surprised that you like him, you've been asking him to spend the night with you a lot more than just intimacy

You think he can't understand you if you're moaning while you say it but he understood just fine

Nicholas won't stop what he's doing, but you go right ahead, keep confessing, see if it gets you to the finish line faster

Thank god he was already on top of you so can hide your face in his shoulder while you confess

He didn't mean to make fun of you, he just thought it'd be a cute way to confess to him

KNIVES

Didn't think you'd fall for him, and sure as hell never saw himself falling for a human

He always figured he'd be too feared to fall in love with, too dangerous for you to touch him so gently, let alone kiss him

Because he'd never been kissed before he had a serious face up until your lips touched

It was a deeper kiss then you expected for the first one, it made you so dizzy that you couldn't keep the confession off your lips

Since he didn't know if he should say it back, show his soft side to you, Knives tried to keep it just to lust, but he didn't ever say that you couldn't tell him you love him as much as you wanted

HE’S VASH THE STAMPEDE!!!

The Perfect Shade... ☀️

'cause you know he's a tree and- //gets slapped-

miss ko na sya (fictional man who lives on my phone

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

— multi. character x gn!reader | hurt/comfort

[ zhongli, tartaglia, & itto ]

warnings: fighting, swearing, threats/thinking of breaking up, accusations of cheating (in childe’s), y/n smacking childe (only once tho), y/n being kinda mean in itto’s part

note from heart: i was feelin angsty (when am i not lmfao) so here’s this!! it’s super long LMFAO i got carried away oops also i do have a writing event up!! all the info can be found here & requests for it are open! <3

ZHONGLI —

Fighting with him is like talking to a brick wall. He’s stubborn and refuses to actually talk about the situation seeing as he’d much rather just “let it pass”. But you were so tired of that. You were so tired of just “letting things pass” because, at the end of the day, so many problems went unresolved. He lacked communication and he acted so nonchalant about whatever argument you two had gotten into.

This new argument, though, made you reach your limit. You can’t exactly remember what caused this argument- which usually tends to happen- but you just know that you were fed up, growing more and more irritated by the minute due to his lack of compassion.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing, y/n,” Zhongli states, taking yet another sip of his tea which made your eye twitch. “Nothing? Seriously? If it was ‘nothing’ then maybe this argument wouldn’t have even occurred!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air, huffing as you looked at him with wide eyes.

He only stared back at you for a second before sighing and taking yet another sip of his tea.

Your shoulders drooped in defeat, your own eyes closing as you brought your fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose. You took a few deep breaths in attempts to calm yourself down from the boiling anger than stirred in the pit of your chest.

You turned around, no longer facing him as you sighed. Eyes still closed, hoping that the tears that threatened to fall wouldn’t escape. You were tired- tired from all the arguing, tired of the one sidedness, tired of his lack of care for your relationship.

“I’m.. I’m gonna go. I’m tired of this,” you spoke, voice shaking as you fought to detain the sobs that scratched at the back of your throat. You couldn’t find it in yourself to continue to fight for your relationship, and all you wanted to do was go for a walk to clear your head.

But Zhongli didn’t see it that way.

‘I’m gonna go’ replayed in his mind over and over again. His amber eyes followed your sullen figure that walked towards the door. Was this really it? Were you finally tired of him? Is this your way of finally forgetting about him?

He couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have you leave. He wouldn’t be able to function without you. Who would make his tea in the mornings and afternoons? Who would hold onto his arm as he walked through the streets of Liyue? Who would greet him with soft, gentle kisses when he arrived home from the funeral parlor? Who would tell him they love him? Who would he make more memories with?

It had to be you; it needs to be you. You were the only one who he truly saw forever with. You were the finest gem in his eyes. You were what he treasured most. He would set aside Liyue if it meant he’d get to be with you. You were- no- you are his everything. He wouldn’t stand to live without the one he found true happiness and love with. You were the only one who let him feel like there were no contracts, no bindings that had to be kept, no secrets, no settlements. You gave him genuine and unconditional love, and all he has ever wanted was to do the same for you.

But it seems now that he’s ruined that as he fights his body to stand from his seat to stop you from leaving your shared home.

Before he can even blink, before your hand even touches the handle of the door, he finds himself wrapping his hand around yours. His fingers desperately intertwine with yours, and finally pulls you closer to him.

Your back is pressed against his chest, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He brings his other arm to wrap around your waist. He lifts his head slightly, the hand that held yours brought up to his lips. He places a soft, but tender kiss to your skin.

At this point, you’re unsure of what to do. Your mind tells you to push him off, but your heart aches to hold him in your own arms. The battle of your thoughts comes to an end when you hear his voice.

“Please… Please don’t leave me. If you go, you’ll forget me and I.. I don’t think I can live with that,” Zhongli’s voice trembles. His tone is quiet and timid but is laced with longing. You don’t respond, instead you close your eyes, still unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for never communicating how I feel whenever we fight. I’m sorry for brushing it off instead of working with you to fix it. I just,” he pauses, taking a deep breath to soothe his own nerves before turning you around in his arms so that you are face to face with him.

Your gaze rises to meet his. His amber eyes, glossed over and apologetic, stared back at you. Just with that look, you knew he was being sincere. His expression told you everything, but he still wanted you to hear it from himself.

“I love you too much to see you leave. I figured that if we just let the arguments and the tension pass, we could still be happy. I thought it would help to avoid us falling apart… But I was mistaken. I will do better for us.. For you. I’ll even make a contract with-“

You stop him with a kiss. Your lips molding perfectly together like the last piece to a puzzle.

For what seemed like eternity, you finally pulled away. You look up at him once more, your hand going to cup his cheek as a small smile forms on your lips.

“There’s no need for a contract, Zhongli. There never was and never will be. I don’t want to fight either, but we both have to work together. A relationship doesn’t involve a ‘you do this so then this will happen’ situation. It involves love, compassion, care, communication, and trust. I love you, and I don’t ever want to leave your side,” you take a breath, letting out an airy laugh. “In truth, I just wanted to go for a walk to clear my head. I never thought of leaving you for good.”

You give him a sincere smile, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, brushing away the single tear that slipped from his eye.

He sighs in relief, his body relaxing, but still holding you close in his embrace. “I love you, y/n. You shine like gold in my eyes.”

“And I love you, Zhongli. You are, and always will be, my favorite memory.”

TARTAGLIA —

Whenever you two argue, he always finds a way to make a snarky comment that makes your blood boil. He’ll make snide remarks, almost mocking your anger. He’ll even makes cruel jokes if the situation was really heated. It was frustrating- toxic, even, but somehow you both had always found a way to make amends.

But this time didn’t show any signs of a resolution. This time, the argument had been going on for hours. You had started just before sunset, and now the stars in the night sky were hidden away amongst the darkness.. Just like the hope you had for your relationship.

“So you mean to tell me that I’m crazy for thinking you were with some random person, out and about on the streets of Liyue, instead of being at the Northland Bank doing paperwork?” you shouted, almost laughing in disbelief. You know what you saw, and you saw your boyfriend with another person in his arms. He had smiled at them, that same smile he always gave you every morning. It broke your heart to see someone, that wasn’t you, receiving the attention that you thought was exclusive just for you.

“What? Can you not hear me? Or do I need to slow things down for you? Jeez, y/n, the craziness really is getting to you,” he answered, a sly smirk spread across his face, seemingly proud of getting on your nerves. You looked at him, eyebrows knit together as you sucked your teeth, shocked at the mere fact that your boyfriend was standing before you calling you crazy. “At a loss for words? That’s alright, I’ll be waiting here while you cool off. Let the craziness subside and-“

You didn’t allow him to finish his sentence when the palm of your hand collided with the side of his face. A rather loud smack echoing in his ears.

He brought his hand to his stinging cheek, taken aback by your sudden hostility, but he kept his cool. You and him both knew you were never one to raise your hand at anyone, so this truly caught him by surprise as it did to you. But just as he did, you regained your composure, bringing your finger to his chest.

“Don’t… Don’t ever try to gaslight me. I know what I fucking saw. I know I saw you being a disloyal bastard, Tartaglia,” you seethed, your tone an eerie contrast to your shouts from earlier. It was dripping with venom, and it made his body begin to crumble with anxiety. You always called him Ajax or an endearing nickname, but the use of his harbringer name was what made him look at you with wide eyes, similar to that of a deer in headlights. You only ever used that name when he really angered you, which was rare. But you had used it now, and it seemed that- in this moment- there was no way for him to redeem himself as your lover.

You backed away from him, your eyes narrowing and shooting daggers at him before turning around and heading straight for the door.

But he was faster than you, rushing to grab your wrist and pulling you back to him. You writhed and fought to get him away from you, punching at his chest. Though, your hits began to weaken as cries and sobs filled the air. You demanded he let you go, begged him to leave you be, and cried that you wanted him to go away.

Ajax let you cry and scream at him, he let you vent out all the cruel things you wanted to say to him, but he didn’t loosen his hold on you. He didn’t want to. He never wanted to let you go because every time you walked out on him he always feared that you would never come back. And you always came back to him.

Why? Because you loved him more than anything, and he loved you just the same. No matter how infuriating and tiring these arguments were, you both always found your way back to each other even if you tried running away. He was always so grateful to have you back home with him in his arms, and he swore to never let you go. And he meant that with every fiber of his being.

You were the only person who made him feel like he was enough, who filled that emptiness in his chest that he had felt since he was a child. You were the light at the end of his tunnel. You were what made him believe that he was a good guy, and not the monster he was raised to be.

“Y/n, please… Please don’t leave again. I can’t stand seeing you walk out that door every time we fight. I hate it. I fucking hate it because… Because I fear that one day you’ll never come home,” he pauses, swallowing down his pride and putting his walls down just for you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked around with you. I should never try to make jokes during something so serious. I shouldn’t have called you crazy because, you’re right, you aren’t crazy. But I swear to you, y/n, it truly wasn’t what you thought it was.”

Your crying falters at his last sentence, eyes opening to look at his. You notice the tears that streamed down his cheeks, the way his lips quivered ever so slightly as he tried to refrain from sobbing. “Then what… What was it?” you asked, your voice hoarse and just barely above a whisper.

He looks you right in the eye, a serious and sincere expression cascaded over his features. “I was at the Northland Bank doing paperwork, but then I decided to take a break and head into town to get something to eat. I didn’t realize that you were going to be out either, but it just so happened that you were there when the person who was ordering food in front of me turned to leave with their food and tripped. I caught them so they wouldn’t hit the ground and drop all the food they had just paid for,” he pauses once again, letting out a nervous and airy chuckle.

“It sounds silly and ridiculous, but I promise you that’s what happened. I wasn’t trying to gaslight you, but I know I shouldn’t have called you crazy. I would never even think of giving my love or attention to another. I only ever want you, y/n.”

His voice cracked during his last sentence, more tears forming in his desperate eyes that searched for a response in yours. His explanation did sound ridiculous, but it made sense and you knew he was being honest. You turned away from him once more, trying to regain your thoughts. But he needed an answer from you, worried with every second that passed that he was losing you.

“Please say something,” he begged quietly, his hold on you tightening just a bit. He hoped that his touch would keep your heart close to his. You took a deep breath, your watery eyes watching as your hand laid on top of his. “I believe you, Ajax.”

Relief washed over him, his tears spilling from his eyes once again as soft, muffled apologies, ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s fell from his trembling lips. You turned around in his arms so that you were fully facing him, allowing him to bury his face in your chest as he continued to cry. You rubbed soothing circles against his shaking shoulders.

You knew he loved you, and he knew that you loved him. No matter how many times the both of you would fight, you always managed to be right back in each other’s arms. You were his forever, and he was yours forever.

ITTO —

You and Itto rarely fought. Most times, your relationship was in tact; happy and healthy. But in those rare moments that the both of you did fight, Itto’s pride got in the way, making him act like he could never do anything wrong. He would come off as arrogant, which falsely amused and angered you.

Neither of you were sure how this fight escalated this quickly, but neither of you admitted defeat. Whatever it was that you both were arguing about, you knew you were in the right, but Itto had felt the same for himself in this situation.

“How could you say that, y/n? That’s completely unfair!” he proclaimed, rollings his eyes as he threw his hands in the air. Your arms crossed over your chest, a sarcastic laugh leaving past your lips, “Unfair? You know what’s unfair, Itto? The fact that you always think you never do anything wrong! I’m standing here, trying to explain to you why you upset me, but- oh, no! How could the great Arataki Itto ever do anything wrong?”

It was his turn to laugh, turning away from you as he rubbed his chin. “Real funny, y/n. How can you explain something that I’d never do, hm? You know I’d never try to purposely upset you-“

“And there it is!” you let out, amused by his lack of awareness. He gave you a questioning look, and you answered, “You’d never try to purposely upset me, yes, that’s true. But you never ever try to think about the fact that there are times where you unintentionally do hurt me! I know you, Itto. I know you always try to be good to me, and I appreciate that, but god! Your stupid Oni pride gets in the fucking way! It goes straight inside that thick skull of yours. You never fail to make others happy, but you also never fail to disappoint me.”

His expression changed at your words. His eyebrows furrowed, his gaze dropping to the floor, his lips forming into a frown. He was at a loss for words, trying to wrap his head around the fact that ‘he never failed to disappoint you’. It made his heart ache, it was like he could feel his heart crack. “I… I disappoint you?” he asked, his usual confident tone now sullen and timid.

Your eyes widened at his sudden change in demeanor, your arms falling to your sides as you stared at his deflated figure. You watched as his clenched fists relaxed, but not in the way that you hoped. You could sense the sadness that radiated from him. Knowing that, as an Oni, Itto did have a lot of pride, but most of it was because he was raised that way so that people would respect him. That same Oni pride was what also urged him to be generous, compassionate, and sincere to those around him- especially you.

He loved you. He loved you so much that he could never express it enough in words. He always told you he loved you, he even told you through his actions. Whether that be things as simple as holding the door open for you or something as intimate as holding you close to him at night as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear to help you fall asleep. That same Oni pride urged him to be the best lover for you, to be the one who protected you from harm’s way, to be the one that you could go to when you felt disheartened and hurt. He wanted to be everything and more for you.

But how could he be that if he never failed disappoint you?

You took a step closer to him, but he didn’t seem to notice as his gaze was still glued to the floor. Your words played over and over again in his mind, almost screaming back at him in his ears. But you wanted to silence them.

You grabbed his hand in your own, cautiously closing the distance between the both of you. “Itto, I,” you began, your voice quiet and gentle. “I didn’t mean that. You’re not a disappointment, okay? You never are to me. I said that out of frustration, but I shouldn’t have said it at all. I’m so sorry, Itto.” You brought your free hand to his cheek, lifting his face so you could properly look at him.

Your face softened, cupping his cheek as you gave him an apologetic and loving smile. You saw his tear stained cheeks, making tears of your own brim your eyes. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, pulling him into a hug. You felt him slowly wrap his own arms around you before you felt the shaking of his shoulders against your body. You squeezed him gently, rubbing his back to soothe him. “I love you so much, Itto. I love you for you and I love everything you do for me. I appreciate everything you do for me. I’m so sorry, my love. I know I can’t take back what I said, but I promise you that I don’t ever see you as a disappointment.”

You hear your boyfriend sniffle before feeling him pull away slightly, his arms still holding you. He looks at you, and it was like looking at a puppy who was begging for forgiveness and love. You attempted to stifled a chuckle, but you couldn’t help it, he just looked too precious. His eyebrows knit together, his mouth forming into a small pout. “Why are you laughing? You just hurt my feelings,” he mumbled, looking back down. But you brought his eyes back to yours, placing a small kiss against his nose. “You’re so cute, I can’t help it.”

His demeanor once again changed, back to the same old Arataki Itto. The Itto that was confident and boisterous. He puffed his chest out, looking at you with this endearing look of determination, only earning more laughter from you.

“I’m not cute, I’m sexy!” he paused, his expression softening to a gentler one, a soft smile tugging at his lips, “But I love you too. I always have and I always will… Even if you do call me cute when you know I’m obviously the cool, sexy type.”