Craig Tucker is the type of autistic to google search how to be romantically acceptable in every aspect of his relationship with Tweek.
‘Correct way to hold hands’
‘How should I feel normally about liking someone’
‘Am I gay or is this just a bit’
‘What does it mean when someone says “I love you”’
‘Do they love me or are they just high on meth’
the bridge troll when i refuse to answer his riddle:
word count. 491
characters included. zhongli, childe, aether, xiao
cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive behavior/thoughts, yandere cults, religious themes, g/n reader. i do not condone yandere irl.
a/n. first time writing for the sagau! i made this pretty quickly just to try writing for it, apologies for anything ooc! inspired by @wisteriaisekai and @myuni-moon!! <3
zhongli ⊹ ⋆゚꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹
"Good boy," you say. Zhongli's heart hums, singing a hymn dedicated to you within the confines of his chest.
Zhongli feels his eyes flutter, a dainty blush blossoming on his features. His heart beats ardently against his ribcage as your hands tug and gently pull at his scalp, scratching at the surface intermittently.
He kneels before you on your throne of intricately crafted cor lapis and noctilucous jade, his head resting on your thighs. Zhongli's lips tremble with the desire to leave soft kisses upon your skin, but he withholds the urge; fearing that if he makes any sudden movement, your sweet affection would stop.
As you whisper praises to his ears, Zhongli finds himself ever more enamored with you.
childe ⊹ ⋆゚꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹
"Childe, you're such a good boy."
Childe purrs. Your fingers trail from his neck to his back, lightly scratching at the skin as you go along. He leans into your touch, seeking your warmth; a part of him hopelessly praying that he'll drown in it.
He looks up at you lovingly, worshipful ardor filling his frenzied gaze. "Yes," he whispers to you, his voice soft and breathy, "I'm your good boy. Only yours, your elegance."
You chuckle. Childe finds himself crooning at the sound, thinking the noise akin to an angelic choir's concordant singing. As he pushes himself further against you, wishing for this moment to never end, he kneels his head and whispers faintly:
"Don't leave me, please."
aether ⊹ ⋆゚꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹
"Aether," you coo, "you're my good boy, aren't you?"
Cupping his cheek, you stroke your thumb gently over his fine, pale skin. Aether leans into your warmth, breathing brisk and ragged. "Yes, yes! I'm your good boy!" He says desperately, begging that you'll continue your praises.
If Aether had a tail, it would be wagging. "All yours," he adds, a deep roseate blush blooming on his delicate features. "No one else's."
You hum. Aether repeats the sound in his head like a broken record, looking up at you from his kneeling position with zealous devotion. He bows his head, then, and murmurs against your thighs.
"What do I need to do to prove it to you? For you, anything."
xiao ⊹ ⋆゚꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹
"Xiao," you sing. You trail a gentle finger up to his chin, softly tugging his head to look at you. An already obvious blush was forming on his cheeks. "You're a good boy, right? My good boy?"
Xiao swallows thickly. He bites the inside of his cheek, his mind hazy and light-heated from being so close to you; his god. He chokes when you ask him again, your palm resting against his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet yours.
"Y-Yes," he manages to stutter, unable to think of anything else but the sensation of your skin against his. As you pull your hand away, Xiao finds himself quickly adding, "I-I'm only your good boy. Only yours, your grace."
You laugh, the sound echoing in Xiao's head. He prays that he'll hear it more often.
"goth stan!" "stan's a jock!" wrong. stan's a fucking idiot - hope this helps
This kid xd
It’s an old joke but this is my take on it
Hope you like it!