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fukashiin · 2 years ago

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high school sweethearts au

— w. riddle, ace, leona, jack, octatrio (collectively), jamil, vil, rook, silver, malleus

⤷ oh dear diary, i met a boy, he made my dull heart light up with joy.

a/n: a valentine's day special!! i enjoyed writing this sm<33

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS AS

⤷ THE STUDENT LIBRARIAN !

- the student who volunteered for library duties when no one else would. he mostly works behind the counter with his eyes glued to the screen of his computer—looking for the names of those who had overdue books to return. an esteemed honour student at the same time, the envious mixture of methodical and dutiful that makes the role of a student librarian fit him like a glove.

- he mostly reads at his own pace—a fascinating volume of historical topics covered through the years. rusted evidence that he likes to give his own insights on at the tip of his fingers. sometimes people catch him wondering a bit too far, as his eyes stray off to certain page for way too long.

- despite his free time, he still takes care of his own duties that needs to be carried out, from arranging books back to their rightful shelves, tidying up used tables of its multi-coloured eraser shavings and lost pencils that he hands up to the lost-and-found.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- you often stop by the library for self-revision, a thick stack of textbooks that sit pretty at the side of your table as you have your own necessities. you don’t have much to do after this particular study session, so you plan to head back to your own dorm after reliving your memory of the chapters the teachers have went through with you in class today.

- strangely, unknowingly—the table you sit at is always empty. always reserved for a certain someone. that’s when your relationship with riddle started to bloom.

- any time he spots you at the corner of his eye once you enter the air-conditioned space, he throws a small smile your way and elegantly places the book he was reading down to stroll to your side to help you carry your bag that you were sure was about to dislocate your shoulder.

- he sits by your side whenever you needed help, some topics just simply played a baffling game of chess with your head that you dread to the core. but he’s more than happy to help one way or another. either to point out to you specific key words, gently grabbing the highlighter out of your grasp, initiating eye contact with you with the textbook closed to help you memorise important points for so long the rate of his heartbeat starts to speed up—

- the air between you two really alleviates your burden and the packed schedule you have to attend to on a daily basis. with school is a bucket of workload that’s dumped onto you. with riddle, is a soft feeling. you don’t have to worry about your planned itineraries for the day and you can be yourself for a while.

he’s full comfort, a swift reminder of those drizzly cinnabuns you two go for a bite for when classes are over for the day.

- it’s no surprise he has his plate full with library duties either. so to pay him back, you offer him to head for a bookstore somewhere outside the campus, assuring him that you’ll deal with things when his mom intervenes for his “unthinkable” behaviour. in return, he’ll purchase as many books for you as want. hard covers, too.

ACE TRAPPOLA AS

⤷ THE PLAYER ON THE BASKETBALL TEAM !

- it’s as in-character as you think it is. you’ve lost count of the number of times he’s pointed a conspicuous finger at you when you’re sitting on the bleachers, yelling out your name and promising he’ll score a shot for you! much to his disappointment (and surprise, for some reason), the ball just bounces right off the hoop and crashes into another player on the team.

- the indoor sports hall is a huge advantage for him since it lets him connect his phone to the bluetooth speakers, letting him blast out his music of choice that consists of endless tracks from nba youngboy and eminem when the coaches were absent and the company could carry on with free training.

- his classmates adore him, but the teachers hold their breath in at the thought of having him in their class. a truly slothful student to some extent—but is able to ace every test given out. higher authorities wanted to believe their eyes were playing a trick on them when they take a glance at his report card that contained a full, gleaming row of straight A’s.

- cheeky at heart and playfully flirts with whoever he wants just for the fun of it, not to get their contact number just to ghost them later on like he did with a past lover. he’s learned his mistake and he’s willing to do better, both academically and athletically. but he supposes he could get used to the popularity for a while.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- resists the urge to dropkick his teammates whenever they send out mischievous whistles his direction when they see you with him. he’s just asking for your notes! nothing else in mind like scrawling his phone number down on some lined-paper and slipping it into the back of your notebook in hopes that you notice and send out a few messages to him when you’re back at your place (and develop into something more...?)

- the type of person who didn’t believe in young love at first before he met you. now, you two make small trips to the school cafeteria to purchase your favourite smoothies when practise was stopped to a 5 minute break. smoothly sweet talks his way out of paying—but doesn’t see your kindness to be taken control over. In return, he tells you the answers for the upcoming test he was able to get his hands on, whether you’re going to use them or not.

- denies (anticipated) accusations that you and him were together in an “uncool” manner, according to him. it’s even worse when you’re present, there to see his face burst in pink and his speedy mannerisms, like telling you to “ignore them!” or shoving you into the nearest locker so his friends don’t catch a glimpse of you.

- sometimes his eyes stay on your face for way too long the atmosphere starts to contort into a weird, one-sided stare-off when it’s supposed to be your one-on-one study session with him. you take notice that he’s not looking at the tip of your pen that’s pointing to a specific part of his notes and threaten to poke his eyes out if he doesn’t focus. you could only giggle internally when he fumbles about and retracts his stare from your face.

- questions you if you’ve been in any past relationships, only to reject hearing your answer when he’s too afraid that he may be outshone in some way.

- but you reassure him that you haven’t, and you’re more than happy to enter into one with him. with that, you see him gleefully punch a fist into the air once he’s off on his way to tell his teammates about it, too in his thoughts that he forgets about the teasing he’s about to be bombarded with afterwards.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR AS

⤷ THE CLASS SLACKER !

- similar to his junior ace in some ways. petty, bored, but effortlessly gets the highest grade in the class. it’s no surprise that even the overachiever who sits behind him and sees his big, outstanding ‘100′ penned in red at the corner of his paper that easily outdoes their imperfect ‘98′, has to keep their tongue in to ward off the nasty feeling of shooting the rudest vulgarities out of their mouth.

- lessons in session automatically translates to “do whatever you want for the period”—no matter the subject he takes. he often gets caught folding paper origamis or writing down the most prankish notes just to crumble it up and toss it the teacher’s way.

hands a little too skillful has him crafting numberless spitballs that he uses as imaginary missiles to shoot into random people’s hair. the preppy boys can wave a sad goodbye to hair day when leona appears with a handmade launcher in the hallway.

- though with such a behaviour, leona somehow seems to make himself appear approachable from his short-formed responses and dismissive nods. but could anyone have ever guessed that he would act so mind-blowingly different with someone else?

YOUR DYNAMIC

- if he ever catches your mood down in the dumps, he insists you to come with him to the cat cafe that holds many cuddly creatures to help aid the minds of those tireless students piled with projects to complete with mind-boggling deadlines. either he enjoys getting swarmed by the adorable army of kitties himself, or looks at you with the softest eyes thinking about how you strangely resemble them as you get lost in distant laughter when one of them decide to curl up in your lap.

- sneakily shares his stash of snacks that he managed to shove into his bag at the back of the class when the two of you were luckily placed together during seat arranging. each low-key pass of a sweet was complimented by his deep chuckle as he feels rewarded by the numerous suspicious stares that fly by both of your ways.

- nonchalantly terrifies any cheap intimidators when he catches you getting cornered. you wonder if his initial plan backfired and that he actually made them fall in love with him with his unfairly gorgeous face? (you don’t blame them)

- growls at whoever takes the chance to wake him up from his day-to-day naps, rolling his eyes at their dumbassery when it’s a whole different story when it comes to you. when you do it (with panicked warnings you got beforehand), leona takes a while to get familiar with the touch of your skin and swishes his tail from side to side when he recognises your oh-so sweet scent he cherishes to the moon and back.

raises an eyebrow at you for being so brave to take the opportunity to wake him up, promising he’ll pay you back tenfold when in fact, he really, really hopes he can grow much more affectionate with you when time passes, until skin contact becomes a normal thing between the two of you.

JACK HOWL AS

⤷ THE (ACTUALLY SMART) JOCK !

- people genuinely wonder in disbelief why he’s so taken aback by the number of students who swoon over him when they see him doing his daily sets of warm-ups in the gym by himself. his ear twitches in the slightest when he feels four—five, pairs of eyes burning right into his back.

- he’s a lone wolf to some extent- but that doesn’t mean he’ll drive away his friends who thrive to stretch right beside him, despite being a literal twig compared to jack. they’ll all do tons of sets together while emitting the roughest groans from their aching bodies until sweat is seeping ceaselessly out of their outfits.

unsurprisingly, jack is still up and full of stamina as he silently praises himself for not being as slow-minded as his friends since he changed into his p.e attire ahead of time. +10 health gained back for him.

- the coaches normally pick him out as the representative when international competitions are around the corner. with him representing the school, there’s definitely going to be headlines and news reports made about them! except when he actually wins it isn’t. people are seen firing bountiful praises online at jack for his athleticism for a 16 year old, in awe at how he always manages to place first.

- is more than happy to help anyone out when activities take a wrong turn and result in them being injured. whether if it’s being in a wheelchair or in crutches, he takes the opportunity to bring them to their destination on time.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- his eyes immediately dart to you when the teacher announces for everyone to form a pair for pre-activity stretching. he takes the lead to call out what set of stretches to do and helps to adjust your posture or the angle of wherever your arm is pointing to. his firm hands coming in contact with your body invites a quick rush of blood to your cheeks, startled with the sudden proximity that came about. it doesn’t help the fact that his steady breath is on your skin, unaware of his swift movements that he didn’t bat an eye to (why is he like this?)

- when all the physical stuff is done for the day, he’ll give you a small nudge on the shoulder and tell you he’s going to get some water. what took you aback was when you thought he was getting it for himself—being as hardworking as he is, it only makes sense to reward himself for putting up with you and your incapability with some activities.

- but instead, he brings back two bottles of water, briskly handing one over to you before he open his. he makes sure to assure you that you weren’t a problem at all, and that you deserve a restful break after all your physical exertion.

- not just crazy athletic but simultaneously smart as well! but when his classmates ask for his homework answers in dire need to not be caught by the teacher, he hits them with a “you should’ve done it at home” and gets up from his seat to hand in his work. you don’t know whether to laugh or feel bad for that person. the student then gawks at both you and jack when he lets you in on his answers instead.

- even when he has an enormous fanbase full of people who adore him and wish to talk to him more just for the sake of it, he always makes sure to come to you first, to check in on your health, both mentally and physically, to know that you’re healthy and ready for the day.

OCTATRIO AS

⤷ THE POPULAR GROUP !

- as the owners of a lounge that’s quite far from school grounds with quality dishes you’ll never find anywhere else and their dashing looks that shoot an arrow right through people’s lovestruck hearts, it’s no wonder that their popularity skyrockets through the roof when you found out that they go here. you’ve seen a few of the posts they share on magicam—and they’re the perfect definition of young, beautiful, and dirty rich.

- people would kill to watch them pass by in the hallways of the very school they’re in. this trio, with their alluring cologne and clad in neat, tidy clothing that doesn’t even necessarily have to be of the latest trends but still making them look amazing—ambling in the bustling halls? suddenly, lessons were called off for the day and there’s no homework due the day after. the trio quietly snicker to each other in the process.

- there’s definitely a fangroup about them. all they could be doing was to order lunch at the school cafeteria, and the group chat students made based on them would turn wild when floyd faces back to give a sly “cheese~” at the camera that was facing his way.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- unfairly spoils you to death as they give you special discounts at the lounge, telling you that it doesn’t matter whatever you order, their vip customer is always getting 10% off the price. if that’s too low—azul’s more than willing to give you a better benefit. proceeding your easy-earned discounts, jade suggests that they carefully plan out a drink based off of you and your personality, questionable intentions in mind as he proposes the idea to make it the most expensive drink on the menu too.

- absolutely loves to have you sit at their table during break, letting you in on their latest gossip. the amount of intel that they collected on their recent “customer” that created a scene at the lounge for not being open when it clearly had its working hours placed at the entry is rather concerning. floyd gives a shameless wink your way and tells you to not reveal this treasured piece of information. (gaslight gatekeep girlboss)

- weekend sleepovers at their place consists of them researching the finest ingredients and dishes to add to the menu and them serving up some steaming platter for you to try your taste buds on to give some feedback on it. well, including a small competition to win your heart over as well.

- people are flabbergasted at the amount of attention you receive from these three. “jealous” wasn’t a word too far off to describe their feelings either, and it wasn’t any better. you’d sometimes wonder whether it was a good idea to become friends with this particular trio.

but you can rest assured that they’ll handle with any bad outcomes that dares to come about, and if it’s regarding their large fanbase—they have just the solution. nobody would say no to rushing to the lounge and being up to date with the latest release of their newest dish that you so nicely tried out for them.

- even as the three of them secretly try their best to win your heart over, they’ll also make sure to check with your boundaries and query you if they ever pass the line of comfort. if that so happens anytime, they’ll apologise by doing whatever you want free of charge! they dote on you a whole ton, and truthfully, relish in the time they get to spend with you.

JAMIL VIPER AS

⤷ THE SKATER BOY !

- the student who’s effortlessly charismatic because of his chill and dismissive attitude. the teachers are either pulling their hair out because of him or praising him for being early to class as they spot him waiting outside with him and his rusty ipod he just found that’s been collecting dust in his storage room. he vaguely remembers it as a gift given by a loved one, hence, why he keeps it safe wherever he goes.

- comes to class ROCKING those white vans like okay??? i see you???

- concerning him and school as a whole—it’s just as if he slithers right by his classmates’ attention like how a snake slithers through grass. he’s awfully sly and nimble, skipping class just to head out to the skate park that’s spray painted in graffiti all over by some infamous artists. he personally doesn’t care—it just adds to his presence of mind and how much fun he’s going to have. self-skating sessions are a fresh breather for him, indifferent to his number of absences.

- and don’t forget the secret rush of ego he gets when people stop and stare to watch him do his challenging tricks over the ramps and metal railings. it’s mesmerising how his hair flows so prettily in the wind and the golden glow of the sunset that highlights his features, like, how some people dramatise, an angel fallen from the blinding heavens. jamil rolls his eyes behind their backs once he’s finished his set of tricks.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- honestly didn’t think of you much when you two first met, but now his heart, baggy clothes, and skateboard are all yours.

- when you spot him alone in the corner of the classroom when it’s a free period, a smile inevitably creeps up his face and he gives a relaxed wave as you come up and say hi to him. you’ve always been rather interested in his music taste and what was playing on those ipods of his, so when you do make it noticeable to him, he takes out the left side of his earphones and places it in your ear for you, fingers brushing the shell of your ears. you hope he didn’t feel how boiling-hot it was.

- daily stop-bys at the vending machine to talk about hot shit. you both agreed to pay for the drinks for the other on some days and do the same back. he finds such a leisure time so precious and, as much as he’s having double thoughts about it, he’d very rather much spend his alone time with you than in a class filled with students. especially when the class clown is present. eugh.

- he’s memorised your go-to drinks by now, and whenever you’re absent from school, he makes an effort to walk to your place to tend to you and hand over your favourite beverage once you’re up and better than ever.

- texts you in the dead of the night, asking if you’d want to head over to the skate park with him there to teach you some tricks he’s learnt on his own accord. agreeing was probably the best thing you’ve done all day, with the built-up pressure you get to release on your time with him as he helps you get rid of your muscle strains. he holds your body close, keeping you balanced on his skateboard as the late night breeze whisks through your clothes and the luminous shine that comes from the stars above makes him feel grateful for being here, with you. alone and together with no one to interfere.

VIL SCHOENHEIT AS

⤷ THE SCHOOL TRENDSETTER !

- as you may have guessed, the student who has the largest following in the entire student body. to help maintain his public image—he makes sure to arrive to school glammed up, with smooth and silky hair he applied the perfect fragrance of rosemary oil on to and his latest combination of outfits that’s bound to go viral both on magicam and in the school. he makes it a habit to bring along his miniature makeup pouch with him wherever he goes!

- instantly gets a whopping 100 views on his latest story he posted on his account about the most recent addition to the school cafeteria’s menu. he’s hyper-aware of his calorie intake, so he probably criticises it in the caption. “0/10. doesn’t make my ass fatter than it is now”

- sometimes has to leave mid-class to attend his monthly photoshoot session. there’s no doubt he’d be starting to pack his things during class and his classmates would already have an idea on where he’s about to go. the close circle of his friend group promises to notify him about the homework that’s going to be due soon, and he makes sure to blend them an incredibly tasteful smoothie he heard about not too long ago in thanks.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- it just had to be one of those days where you’re at your worst. vil can tell as much from your gloomy behaviour and sloppy appearance that does your figure no favours. though he lets out a disapproving click of the tongue, he places his hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that whatever you’re going through will come and go.

- and, he hands out this one-of-a-kind opportunity to even purchase whatever apparel from the hottest brands that’s to your liking for you. who could ever ask for a better offer?

- if things are still dour, he lets you stay in his room for the night. the type of supportive friend (he hopes not for long?) to give you reassuring affirmations that whoever broke your heart doesn’t deserve you (and he does). he wants you to know that you’re ethereal just the way you are, and you shouldn’t downgrade yourself just because of somebody or something you can pass by. there’s some vinyls he keeps at a shelf at the side of his room,

if you want to play a song of your choice on the record player, he’s more than delighted to let you.

- when annual prom nights are going to take place a few days away, vil rings up his model agency to call upon another fashionista to help out with your outfit for the stirring night you can’t sit still for. converses with the right person they picked out and makes decisions set in stone, with the exact measurements that compliment your figure along with a flawless colour.

he takes the chance to do your makeup for you, and you can’t tell whether it’s because he’s taken familiarity with your visage or to just get his face closer to yours just to fluster you. you’ve taken a wild guess that it’s both.

- once prom is over and the crowd starts to clear out, vil books a cab back to his place so you two can have your well-deserved baths for as long as you want, accompanied by his endless supply of skincare products. he loves seeing you grow and blossom into a better person. he’ll make sure to do it alongside you, until he actually claims your heart.

ROOK HUNT AS

⤷ THE THEATRE KID !

- a cheerful soul who skips through the halls while humming a tune from one of the latest musicals he watched. his seemingly never-ending glee that lights the hallways up in an eye-blinding radiance is beyond people’s comprehension. rook, frankly, doesn’t mind the stares he gathers from such a spaced-out area, as long as he does his other theatre friends good in promoting the drama club.

- people mostly catch him hanging around in the auditorium, sitting with the other club members as they take out their practise on vocalisation and in depth emotion building. newcomers of the club deeply look up to him, as the most passionate member of the club where all the roles he’s taken on has made his heart soar above the clouds.

- one of the volunteers who helped in producing the script for the upcoming play the club is putting together. he advances in dramatising the scripts if they’re too flat in tone or feeling, even adding the most unnecessary dialogues of french, which the majority of the cast doesn’t even know a lick of. though, he makes a vow to them to teach it until they’re all absolutely wasted to the point where practise wouldn’t even be going anywhere.

- works hand in hand with vil behind the stage, who helps to sew up suitable costumes and applying the makeup for the cast in the makeover studio.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- it’s utterly embarrassing—but he vocalises ALL his poems and thoughts about you that he recited back at his place to prepare for the public audience. by audience, I mean everyone at the cafeteria.

he sings all of the praises he’s been holding in since the day he made mere eye contact with you while standing on an occupied table, most likely taken by the misfits. he sees it as his own individual stage and seizes the opportunity in his hands. you’re dying to go hide in the nearest restroom.

- encourages you to audition for the latest play his club is planning, (secretly) wanting you to take up the role that jointly has a special form of relationship with his! he gives an overly joyful “that’s up to the judges!” when you ask him who would be playing the other role. how many times has he made you uneasy again? (you don’t want to admit that you do enjoy being with him.)

- he’ll make sure to schedule a period off to help you practise and perfect the script that was chosen for you in the empty auditorium. he eagerly savours the time he gets to hear you, your beautiful voice, out loud, like never ending music to his ears.

- aside from the dorms, he lives in a multimillion neighbourhood, and he would be ecstatic to bring you over to his place anytime. you’re slack-jawed the second you enter his home, a wealthy interior designed by specially chosen professionals just for his house. he drags you by the wrist to watch the latest musical that was released in the theater that his family chose to install.

- so—the set of people who were chosen for the roles are out? you’re glad, but rook is a leaping ball of sunshine when he takes a glance at the name list (as if he didn’t play a part in convincing the judges one way or another). he genuinely cannot wait to see you shining so brightly on stage, as he prepares a divine bouquet of roses he’s planning to give you once it’s all over to congratulate you for all the untiring effort you’ve put into this play.

SILVER AS

⤷ THE FLOATER !

- luckily for him, he wasn’t the type of student who garnered much attention after being transferred to the school. he’s received some greetings by those who actually mean it, but all in all is content with where he’s placed in for now.

- being a regular loner has him sitting outside on the unoccupied bench for him to eat his lunch. a simple but memorable ham and cheese sandwich which he remembers getting spoiled with from his caretaker since early childhood. he holds everything they do immensely close to his heart, thankful for having the utmost kindest person in the world to look after him. he’ll make sure to pay back for everything he’s indebted to when he’s older.

- with restless desires to grow familiar with the school grounds, he takes a small walk to the library and school store to send a salutation to riddle, the boy who’s in the same year as him and the shop’s very own Mr. S, a guy who’s devoted a ton of his life to this shop. silver thinks about how there’s so many sentimental people who wander this school, a little of the opposite of his stone-faced persona.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- he’ll admit, he was slightly taken aback when you fearlessly took a seat next to him on the bench when he wasn't on guard. he jumps a little, thinking there was a nearby predator who was ready to pounce on him any second. but no—it was another regular student who roams the school halls like any other. he’s never seen you before despite being the one who joined the school later—in fact, he’s never really been with a familiar face other than sebek.

- but you just smile and giggle at him when you notice his lost nature. ah, he felt a flare of life ignite in him with such unforeseen kindness being thrown at him. there’s no doubt he's going to be the slightest bit wary of you, but you take his uninterested course of actions as a yes and stay by him for the rest of the period.

- you don’t make voice the fact that it was you who carefully placed the bundle of flowers on his head when he fell asleep on the arm rest.

- after a few months of hushed whispers and note-sharing in the middle of class, he presents the idea for the both of you to own your own personal diary to journal your daily happenings. a secret note-taker, between two hearts that flicker with a hint of trust for the other.

you both enjoy reading what the other has written for the day, and silver hopes that he’ll be able to point out the tiniest bit of a confession you could’ve possibly written down somewhere for him, as much as how insensitive he is.

- while classes are out and people start to take their leave, you and silver are to stay back to dutifully complete your classroom cleaning before the next day of lessons. who knew such a mere task could put the both of you in a difficult situation? you both reach your hand out to grab the duster to wipe the board, only for your fingers to graze each other as a spark of electricity courses through your bodies, feeling warmer than ever.

- when you’re finally done, it coincidentally starts pouring out of the blue. with the both of you standing at the school entrance, silver strips off his cardigan and uses it to shelter you, holding your figure close as the both of you run in the rain like your lives depend on it. he wishes you didn’t have to arrive at a gazebo so soon, he still wanted to see you, in his clothes for as long as he wanted.

MALLEUS DRACONIA AS

⤷ THE (NOT SO) SECRET ADMIRER !

- often gets recognised for his godly visuals, though he doesn’t pay much mind to them? yes, he makes an effort to keep himself presentable as a wielder of royal blood, but he doesn't see all the craze over his face. his aloofness only makes people swoon over him even more.

- he’s rather quiet in these busy halls. he charmingly excuses the person who accidentally bumped into him head-first, proceeding with his walk until he arrives and stops in front of one particular locker. onlookers goggle absently, thinking about what he’s doing in front of another person’s locker? his is way further away than where he is, so what..?

- malleus sighs in contempt when the bell indicating the next lesson’s beginning rings.

- class is dismissed for lunch and stays glued to his seat as he pulls out an ancient history book to pick up where he left on. his table is uncluttered, and he places the well-researched tome on his desk as he starts reading through its contents once again. nobody is aware of his hidden yearning for a specific person to come running by, catching him in their view through the window, saying the most, honey-sweet “hello!” anyone could ever dream of.

YOUR DYNAMIC

- it’s not much of a secret admirer at this point, when it’s so glaringly obvious who it is. as if he was starring in a Hollywood film, glances at all directions in his way to make sure no one was present to disrupt this long-awaited momentum. once again, he stops by at your locker to open it and set down the letter, inside. one that was signed off with his initials as he positions an aromal rose just beside it.

- with the help of his relatives who are comfortable with internet devices—he’s able to search up the latest trends of deserts and lattes from the nearest coffee shop that’s located somewhere near. he’ll ask you if you’d like to journey with him into the city to a particular eatery that grasped his fancy, he assures you that he has the money, and he made sure to reserve a seat on the balcony as well.

- daily alone time with him in the music room as he gracefully plays the violin for you that only makes you swerve his lane even more. with the doors shut and the curtains closed—not fully as to block the outside light—the most euphonious tunes fill the dim lit room as pure gold spill over the strings. an individual performance he dedicated all and just for you.

- when the end of the school year is near, he readies himself to confess to you with all his body and soul. he takes it upon himself to call up a meeting with you outside of school in the evening, just when the glorious sun starts to set.

he talks his promise, rubbing your deathly cold hands in his, and voices his words of honour to make you the most fortunate person alive to be with him. who could ever ask for a better confession?

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koolades-world · 1 year ago

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Ok so I've randomly had this genius idea and was keeping it in my head for a month or so. And i for some reason had an urge to find someone to make this thing. And YOU got unlucky to be in my FYP with open requests! Poor you, now you are cursed with this request! (Also ur writing is cool, but im suck at giving compliments~)

Imagine being a one of the most powerful demons in entire devildom, falling from heaven, going through a war.. and you just meet a human, who is crying because of a paper scratch! That's the request!:

Brothers with Pain-sensitive MC/MC with Algophobia if you prefer.♡

Ahem🤓👆, Algophobia is a phobia of pain. No one likes getting hurt, but algophobic person is afraid of it more than normal ppl. Also Algophobia makes all pain feel even more painful because if the fear🤓👆

These two are pretty much the same, but Algophobia one has more angst potential than just "Pain-sensitive"

This thing sounds just so hilarious in my head, imagine after MC does something bad Lucifer wants to punish them, but then he remembers that this human uses cooking gloves to drink coffee because "its way to hot" and ends up with existential crisis because all of his punishments will turn Pain-sensitive MC into dust😭

I saw a lot of ppl headcanoning that demons are like "well, humans are fragile and easily will die!" and starting to think that human is dying when they broke a bone. Thats funny, but imagine what would happen if it ACTUALLY were like that. Mammon wants to get MC to the casino, but then sees how they slip and fall to their knees and the crying because "FFFFF MY KNEEEEES HURT😭😭😭" And he is just like..."Damn, bro, how u live like this" and ends up way to afraid to bring them to the casino bc of "eeevil demons that would eat them!".

Also i imagine that Levi would do something similar, but, lets agree that him asking MC to go somewhere is an impossible scenario. I think he will do a good job tho.

Satan and MC hanging out in the garden with cats and this dude, who can easily broke the entire house if he gets angry, casually watching this piece of human struggling to pet a cat bc of their shaking hands. "Come on, just pet it, u got it, MC." "but cats have claws and claws are paaaainful!!!!"

Asmo is probably the only one who will have no problem with that, lol. This dude loves saying about being gentle. Yeah, not surprising that i simp for him. But dynamic between Devildom's biggest slut and a Human, who never kissed with anyone because "well, if i am kissing someone, I can't tell if the person is not gonna get a knife a d won't stub me! and stubbing ppl is painful!" sounds hilarious.

Beel is a big cinnabun, we all can agree. But yhis cinnabun is so big, that it can easily hurt MC accidentally! Even average people often cause ain-sensitive MC pain, and someone as big and strong babyboy like Beel? Damn, poor big man and MC, who waits for hot food to cool down for 15 minutes before eating it because "hot food is painful!"

Belphegor probably will do okay.. i mean, if we ignore 16 lesson.. he is pretty gentle boy so i guess he won't do anything bad. But, i can still imagine how this dude might hurt MC in his sleep and when wakes up and sees them, ouch-ing and rubbing their cheek, because "you were asleep and accidentally hit my cheek.." while this dude was just changing his sleeping pose.

So you can make something fluffy with brothers trying to not-hurt Pain-sensitive MC accidentally, you can do it in memes, you can do some angst with Algophobia. You can do whatever you want, i give the idea, you use it if you want!~

Damn, this think came out like a whole ass post. But i hope you didn't got bored halfway, lol.

Have a nice day tho!~~~

hi! haha I didn’t get bored you understand me!! I absolutely love when someone is just as excited as me about an idea :) this is exactly what I do when I have an idea I love so much I want to squeeze it in a good way

glad you like my writing 🥺 <3 please enjoy!

Mc with Algophobia

Lucifer

he knows right off the bat because it was on your paperwork (creepy) but makes accommodations where he can (loving)

essentially baby proofs the house right after you arrive once he realizes you’re being serious including padding on every sharp corner

always has a first aid kit on hand because he’s worried about you and won’t hesitate to offer you all the time off you need

finds himself unconsciously making sure you're ok

Mammon

didn't take you seriously at first until you almost started crying upon reach into the freezer to help defrost Goldie yet again

wants to help you with your fear, and unveils all of his stupid fears to you, including his fear of public water fountains

when you're not together, he has his crows keep an eye on you for him to make sure you're ok

often opts to stay home with you if it makes you more comfortable

Levi

so so chill about it since he himself is afraid of many things, and while not paralyzing, goes out of his way to avoid all these things

lets you know the door to his room will always be open for you if you need a place to relax for the hour or day

protective of you in a way he never felt before

ready to listen to your woes and try to help resolve them for you

Satan

to some extent, he understands what it's like to be misunderstood and he goes out of his way to boost your confidence

knows some amazing professionals that might be able to help you out if you want

works on himself and his outbursts to keep you safe and unafraid <3

holds your hand as often as he gets the chance to reassure both you and himself that you won't get separated and avoid any potential problems

Asmo

100% finds many excuses to kiss your booboos

finds all sorts of fun cute ways to make sure you don't get hurt and stay happy

if you get hurt around him, he's on top of it and upset too since he hates to see you unhappy

whatever you need, he's got you covered. he carries some of you things in his handbag that he always has with him in case you need it

Beel

doesn't understand at first, but is more cautious around you

he knows humans are fragile but he severely underestimated your fear

however, he's willing to do anything that you need from him

he knows his strength and always finds himself moving slower and more protective around you

Belphie

at first, he couldn't have cared less but after he got to know you, he felt extremely guilty about what he had done

does everything to make it up to you and prevent you from getting hurt again

expect lots of gifts that include nice blankets and cute bandaids

finds his way to your room in the middle of the night often to make sure you're fine and then stays (he's totally not just sleepwalking)

#obey me #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #headcanons #gn reader

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hirsheyskisses · 1 year ago

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Hey, psst! I have a little request, that might be of your interest - it‘s quite fluffy ఌ

So the trope;

„Come on, try one! I sat hours on these!“

„Don’t make me taste the most bread like sweets in existence, idiot.“

You made cinnamon buns, the Heart pirates love your creation, but who is avoiding the kitchen at all costs? Of course - tall, dark and brooding white hat.

Will he eat the infamous cinnamon buns? Is he possibly risking his life for you, because he can’t stand the cute pout you exaggeratedly flash at him?

(You can choose the scenario)

I‘ll leave the fluff expertise to you ✨

Cinnamon Bun Chaos

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

Summary: Law can't seem to shake the uneasy feeling he's had since he's awoken. Is it the smell? Or perhaps he's sick.. and then.. oh dear. Will he give in to that cute, cute pout of yours?

A/N: help this was so frigging cute to write 😭 @ems-c-lee you know I've gotta do it! AHHHHHH *violent screeching over doc ensues*

The first thing he'd noticed when he'd woken up was an odd, cinnamon and - very sweet smelling thing. Wearily blinking his eyes, body heavy from sleep, Law raised his head off his desk, noting he must've fallen asleep during another study. Limbs stretching, and allowing his mind to wake up, he noted the still hot coffee that had been placed on his desk. Of course, he thought, the slightest of smiles gracing his features, (Name)-ya always anticipates when ill wake. Taking the cup and stealing a quick sip from it, Law pulled on a hoodie and made to exit his room.

However, the moment he did, he was hit with a wave of unease. That smell was turning his stomach, just a bit. Which was odd. Being the ship's cook, he had always loved most of your cooking. Each flavor complimented the other, and while his sleepy mind could only tell cinnamon from the smell, he didn't mind cinnamon. Well, it could be how sweet it smells. He wasn't the largest fan of sweets, but what could possibly go wrong?

Each step increased that slightly uneasy feeling. His mind slipped away from the smell, for it couldn't be that: worry drifting into his mind. Somethings wrong. Something must be. Maybe its with me? Am I sick? This feeling could easily be sickness, and I'm mixing it up with anxiety. Ugh.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Law made a mental note to keep a physical distance from anyone until he did a check-up on himself. He was met with the kitchen to be crowded-

"These are so good, (Name)! Why didn't you make these sooner?!"

"My stomach is.. in heaven."

"Thats weird, dude!"

There you were. Leaning against the counter with a satisfied glint in your eyes, laughing at the crews antics with whatever it was you had made. Yet that feeling, it worsened, but in the moment, Law chose to ignore it, feeling his mind melt when your smile directed at him.

"Captain! You're up early." You greeted, moving over to meet him. Law nodded, taking a quick drink from his coffee. "Had a weird feeling. It's a bit early for breakfast." He glanced at the crew, who'd hadn't noticed him. "I'll get breakfast started in a few, yeah. I decided I'd mess around and make an old favorite though! Cinnabuns!"

Oh. Oh that's why he had a weird feeling.

"...bread." Law stated, raising an eyebrow. He found himself physically withdrawing himself closer to the door, and you laughed, "hardly! Sure it's made from dough but it's delicious! Cinnamon and sugary and gooey goodness!"

Law mentally cringed, and by now, the three others in the kitchen had taken note of Law's presence. Penguin chimed in, "mornin' Captain! She's absolutely right, you should try one!"

Bepo, who was currently looking like his brain had gone to heaven, "they're amazing!" And Sachi, "I bet you might even like it! It's (Name)'s cooking, after all."

"No way. Keep that bread nonsense away from me." Law grumbled, slowly moving towards the door. You chuckled softly at his movements, staring up at him with doe like eyes.

"Captain.. I spent hours on these.. atleast try it! One small bite?"

You pleaded with him, knowing damn well what his weakness was. Puppy eyes. That way you peered up at him, eyes so wide and innocent, a smallest of pouts resting on your face. It didn't help that Bepo was right behind him, staring at Law with that damn adorable fuzzy face. He could barely resist Bepo, let alone you. And with the two of you combined?

"...don't make me try the most breadlike sweets in existence, idiot!"

You had him backed to the wall, still staring at him, and god he was struggling. "Captain.. jist one bite! I promise I won't make you try any other bread thing againnnnn.." honestly, you weren't even aiming to make him try it: but the way he was squirming was absolutely precious, his ears turning pink as he mentally battled the pros and cons.

"...Room."

"Ack! Scatter!" Penguin shouted, laughter filling the kitchen once again as you all scrambled to escape, but it was futile. Atleast it was for you. One second, you were almost out the door, and then-

"-shambles."

You were in Law's. You could never quite get used to his powers moving you around, it was rather disorienting for your mind. Looking back, you saw him: tall, stoic, a shadow over his eyes, ..and a cinnamon bun in his hand.

"Cap- Law," you corrected yourself. In private, he insisted you call him by his first name. In public.. well, the crew wasn't aware the two of you were dating, so you kept it professional with them. Even if you both weren't aware the crew had long since figured out you both were dating. "-you don't actually need to try it, I was just teasing-"

He raised a hand to silence you. "..just.. give me a minute." Law was glaring at the sweet bread treat in his hand, mentally battling if it was worth taking a bite. Even now when you reassured him of that, you still had those expectant, curious doe like eyes and that cute pout on your face.

You watched as he took a bite, slow and cautious. He was expressionless, chewing it for what seemed like hours, before swallowing and setting the treat down on his desk.

Slowly, the man moved towards you. You laughed nervously, stepping away with each step towards you, "..was it good?"

He moved closer until your back was to the wall, and he was right in front of you. Tattooed hands gripped at your shoulders as he lowered his forehead to rest on yours, staring at you intently. "...law?" You questioned, unsure if he was having some sort of allergic reaction, or post cinnabun crisis, but you shied away regardless.

"...." He dropped his head on your shoulder and pulled you close- tighter than usual.

"..if it wasn't bread, it might've been good." He forced out at last, pressing his face into your neck. "But please, dear heavens, never make me eat that again."

A relieved breath escaped you as you laughed, wrapping your arms around your tense boyfriend, "Roger that! ...I'll make not bread Cinnamon buns then! ..somehow."

"I'd like that."

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece x reader #heart pirates x reader

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undertale-fic-librarby · 1 month ago

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Merry Gyftmas!

Howdy! Merry Gyftmas, & a happy holidays to all those who celebrate! As a gift, I've gathered some fics that should be centered around this wintertime tradition!

Our First Gyftmas (2022) by SXH1417 (General Audiences, Complete)

It's their first Gyftmas all together. The twins haven't been with them for long, but they wanted everything to be perfect for them! For Huxley <3

Robin's Nest by EmeraldHaze15 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Surely a Bitty should be for life, not just for Gyftmas? You had serious doubts on whether it was the wisest thing for your neighbours to get their young son a Bitty for Gyftmas. Especially a sensitive Cherry type...

Why You Shouldn't Follow Your Twin Brother Into the Basement by TheWeirdestRoller (General Audiences, Incomplete)

It's December 20th. Dream wants to see what gifts he got. Nightmare, is more than a bit against it. But their birthday is tomorrow. So, they should be allowed to look, right?

holidays, holidaze by cinnabun (General Audiences, Complete)

It’s beginning to look a lot like Gyftmas. What starts off as a perfectly calm day quickly takes a turn for the worse. Then the better. Then the sillier. Well, it is the holidays, after all.

I'll Be Home For Gyftmas by perniciousLizard (General Audiences, Complete)

Papyrus has no idea what to get his newly-returned father Gaster for Gyftmas. Undyne decides to help him pick the perfect gift. When the two of them are out on the town, they run into Gaster on a date with Grillby and realize they have a great opportunity to puzzle out the ideal gift.

A Date to Remember by Nanenna (Teen And Up, Complete)

Papyrus sees an online ad for a holiday fake date, he decides this would be the perfect jape! The whole family is supposed to gather at his parents' house this year, why not throw in a fun jape while they're at it. But a sudden change in the family's plans throws a wrench into the whole thing. Well, at least some good came of this disaster, who knew his brother and his fake date were so compatible?

Define "Cute" by ReadWithDetermination (Teen And Up, Complete)

Mutt seems to have a problem with Edge, and it possibly has to do with the way he is warding Papyrus off from giving everyone food poisoning for Gyftmas. At least, that's how it seems to Edge. Too bad everyone but Edge is oblivious to the truth. (Intended as a Gyftmas fic for Skeleshipper, but now, it's more of a New Year's gift. My bad~)

The Storm Within by Snakehands (Teen And Up, Complete)

My Gyftmas gift to Alennyah Prompts were: 1. Cherryberry (Fell Sans and Swap Sans) spending the night together on a sleigh ride. 2. Spicyhoney (Fell Papyrus and Swap Papyrus) Enjoying a bit of hot cocoa during a blizzard. 3. Kustard (Undertale Sans and Fell Sans) Sans comforting Red after a bad nightmare. I attempted to touch on all three in this oneshot. Originally this was meant to be funny but it got a little more serious in the middle than I expected. I had fun writing it, though. In a new world that feels very strange to him, a small skeleton named Red struggles to find his place above ground after a life spent in the shadows. One source of happiness in his life is Sans, his charming and mischievous partner who brings warmth and laughter to Red's tumultuous existence. As they discuss a romantic date, Red confronts his fears and insecurities, leading to a heart-stopping nightmare that threatens to unravel everything he holds dear. With love and trust on the line, can Red find the strength to embrace his new reality, or will the sins of his past consume him? Join Red and Sans in this tale of romance, self-discovery and the power of love.

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by andreabandrea (General Audiences, Complete)

"I was... his Santa. He was... my Rudolph." Asgore and Rudy share time together. Noelle gets a Gyftmas wish. | Request for uselessundertalefacts

Blinking Lights by perniciousLizard (Teen And Up, Complete)

It's Sans' first Gyftmas dating both Toriel and Grillby. It’s time to start some new traditions.

#made this post while rewatching the cpau comic dub for the umpteenth time #embodiment of chaos blueberry my beloved #happy holidays & all that cheer #my little siblings are over for christmas & we made bread pretzels & tortillas #mostly because we have a bunch of stadium cheese that we need to eat #from a misguided attempt by my mom's husband to save money #the solution we've found is using it as a dip #hence the copious amount of baked goods we've made recently #but at least it tastes good #so there's that #onto the tags #fic rec #fic recommendation #ao3 fic recs #undertale #utmv #christmas #gyftmas #mod sleepy

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gardening-guy · 3 months ago

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garden update || 10/25/24 🌿🏡🥰🌱

see that very nice-looking raised bed on the bottom right? THAT'S NEWWWW!!! i just set these two new raised beds up yesterday with a dear friend who's been staying the night over the past few days!! yippee!! 🎉 i've been showing this friend of mine how to garden and letting them learn in my backyard. we've only done flowering plants so far as well as planting dill & cilantro seeds -- so yesterday, i decided it was time to learn about crops!

we sowed seeds for walking egyptian onions, broccoli de cicco, dill, and cilantro; but i plan on also teaching them how to transplant so we'll also transplant in more kale, cabbage, and hopefully chinese pink celery! this'll be a very full & very productive raised bed, i hope!

i also have a few pictures of the progress in the greenhouse box!

the seedlings are all steadily coming along! i do need to sow a LOT more chinese pink celery seeds, so i'll do that once i finally get another bag of soil (i already need 2 more for potting houseplant props, 4 more for my last raised garden bed, and probably 2 more for future seedlings -- augh my budget is so fucked).

currently in the greenhouse box, i have 8 chinese pink celery, 15 cilantro, 3 copenhagen market cabbage, 3 blue-curled scotch kale, and 3 dill. (holy shit so much cilantro, they're going to be gifts for friends!!) i plan on transplanting the kale, cabbage, & pink celery all into the raised beds, i'm just waiting for them to grow up a bit more unfortunately.

i also have photos of some of the flowering plants in the raised beds from today! i use an app on my phone called planta to keep track of all my plants, and once a month, i like to upload photos & notes as a monthly plant progress report. it does get pretty daunting, seeing allllll the tasks that i have to do daily in the app, but i slowly make my way through it! i'm one of those people who just really likes recording & organizing stuff, especially hobbies like reading, gardening, writing, working out, et cetera. i've got apps/websites for most of them!

the butterfly milkweed, bee balm, and coneflowers are steadily going dormant for the cold seasons -- i really really hope they survive and thrive in the spring!!! i'm proud to say i've been a lot better about remembering to prune my chrysanthemums and they definitely look a lot happier (especially compared to last fall's mums)! that coleus is inevitably going to die off, i've accepted it since they're not really meant for outdoors especially in the ground. my lithodora is looking alright (hopefully will bloom again in the spring), my gerbera daisies are looking gorgeous, and the petunias are doing alright (yet are looking a bit... scattered, i suppose).

that's mostly it now for this garden update! i will say my zinnias are still going mighty strong, and i've been seeing soooo many bugs & critters in my tiny lil city suburb garden, and that makes me happy! the stray cats are mostly comfortable with me, the birds love their bird feeders, the squirrels keep taking shits in my raised beds (as well as this one stray cat i call cinnabun), and there's a regular praying mantis in my garden that i am lowkey terrified of (she's just so fucking huge i think she's cool and i respect her but damn she watches me steadily and it's freaky)!

i am potentially going to try to make an arch trellis in the garden with these camping tent poles that i want to repurpose, so maybe that'll be my next big thing? or i do still want to do another greenhouse box once my budget is not as tight (although that's looking like not anytime soon unfortunately) -- we'll see in the future!!

thank you for sticking around this long, and i hope everyone has a wonderful day + weekend!!! :)

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nowoyas · 11 days ago

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koi no yokan 37: unwelcome (nishinoya yuu/reader)

First - Prev - Next - M.list 1-30 - M.list 30-60 - Ao3

A/N: happy saturday! things are rough right now in the political sphere. I couldn't get this chapter together in time to be able to do a bonus update to lift the spirits a little, but I'm gonna be here writing no matter what, I promise.

Summary: You're starting to think that life may just be a cycle of recovery and the things you're recovering from. All the same, you try to recover with grace.

Warnings and Tags: none in particular!

Word count: ~4200

You wake up to your phone blaring at you.

Your head hurts, your phone's too loud, you feel like the victim of a hit-and-run. For the briefest of moments, you half-expect to find Noya laying in the futon next to you, like you've just recently been concussed, like someone's going to chide you if you try to clean up any of your own messes. Except—this isn't Noya's bedroom. You're in your futon in your living room, Cinnabun in your arms. Your father's sitting on the couch nearby, actually, having looked up from his laptop at the noise.

You reach for your phone, intent on turning off the alarm. Too bad for you, you're officially recovered enough from the concussion to have to deal with your messes on your own again, and rather than an alarm going off, one of those messes is calling you right now.

You answer, unable to feel the building dread beneath the cough in your throat. You even manage a bleary hello? before you actually start coughing.

"Damn, you sound like shit," Asuka says in greeting. "Are you okay?"

You take a moment to catch your breath. "Uh, maybe. Sort of think my immune system's being put through one of those pasta maker things right now. Also, my lungs. What's up?"

"Did you forget? We had a date."

Ah, fuck. It's Sunday. That explains why your dad's home. "No, shit, sorry, I—I just woke up—" If you could stop coughing, you could maybe manage to explain yourself. "I think I need to reschedule. Otoo-san's taking me to the doctor, I think."

Your dad looks up from his laptop. He nods.

Asuka lets out a sigh through the phone. "Sorry you're not feeling well. Next Sunday?"

A nod. "I'm really sorry. I don't think you want whatever I have. Next Sunday."

"Feel better, [surname]-chan."

Somehow, returning to practice after having been sick never quite feels triumphant. It's embarrassing, really, not to mention the inherent fear—that the team won't be happy to see you, that you won't have been missed, that you're not welcome.

The gym is a place you've learned to breathe easy. As your feet cross the threshold today, you feel like you can't breathe at all.

You'd like to think you're somewhat of a master of denial, so you deal with this feeling the same way you deal with most feelings you'd rather go away: you try convincing yourself that it's only the cough overstaying its welcome and making your throat tight, that it's congestion in your chest making it difficult to breathe. If you can do that, maybe you'll calm down. Maybe you'll be okay.

Naturally, there are other plans in place for you, which is why, three steps into the gym, you find that there's a familiar pair of arms around your waist, that your feet have left the ground, that the world is spinning around you. You also find that the yelp you'd usually let out at such an injustice is replaced by another coughing fit. Lucky that you're wearing a mask.

Especially since Noya seems keen on holding you even when he knows you're sick.

He hasn't visited since the first day you were sick—mostly on your insistence. You've texted a lot, though—check-ins, updates on the team and the now-plural cats, pictures of or with one or both of the cats in question. When you'd been too busy coughing your brains out and missed a practice match, he'd even called to give you the play-by-play, so you didn't feel like you'd missed anything.

You hadn't told Noya you'd be back today, so maybe you should have expected him to scoop you up this way. This is the first time you've been around him—really been around him—since his little speech, since your little realization, and the proximity is killing you. "[name]-san! You're back!"

"Hi, Senpai," you reply weakly.

He keeps your feet off the ground, leans back with your weight as he grins up at you. He sways you gently. "You're feeling better? I see that mask."

"Just a precaution," you manage. "The doctor says I'm not contagious anymore, but I'm still coughing sometimes, so…"

Your words must have been too tight, too heavy, because Noya tilts his head and pouts a little. "You okay?"

"Nervous," you whisper back.

"Nervous?"

"Wired," you correct. "I dunno. I just wouldn't like me very much if I were any of your friends."

"Our friends," he corrects swiftly. "And they aren't mad at you, but if they cause any problems, you're gonna tell me."

You sigh a little. Brace a hand on his shoulder as he finally sets you down. "I'm not gonna make problems with the team. I'd rather—"

"Oh! By the way!"

You sigh. Let him steamroll you.

"I have cat news!"

"Cat news?" you repeat, marginally more excited. He's sent you plenty of pictures, plenty of little updates, but so far, Noya hasn't told you the important things: no name, no verdict.

He nods. "I wanted to tell you in person, but you banned me from getting too close while you were sick! We took him to the vet, and not only is he perfectly healthy, but! He's not chipped, and Okaa-san caved, so…" The edges of his grin soften a little. "You get full visitation rights for Tsuyu."

"Tsuyu?" you repeat. "You actually—you named him Tsuyu?"

"Turns out the girls love the joke."

There's a little twinge of emotion—you've been more emotional than usual recently—and then you're smiling beneath the mask. "That's—I didn't even bring it up."

"We all had a name to put into the ring, so…" A little tilt of the head. "I didn't have a better idea, so I gave credit instead."

"Oh thank god, you two are talking again," Ennoshita says from behind you. "Welcome back, [name]-san. Please never fight with Nishinoya again. He's miserable without you."

Your cheeks burn. "O-oh, come on, I'm sure it wasn't—"

"I am miserable without you," Noya moans. He's now draping himself over your shoulder. "You're my sunlight, I need you or else I'll—"

You snort, giggle, cut off in a cough. "Oh my god, shut up."

Kageyama, walking past, takes a moment to regard you both. "Please don't fight again. Nishinoya-san plays better when you're on good terms."

Before you fully process it, Noya's launched off of you in a tirade, barking something at Kageyama about crouch down to my level so I can lecture you, something about the implication that he hasn't been playing well recently, and Ennoshita takes the chance to sidle up beside you.

"It's good to see you back."

You don't believe it for a second. "Thanks."

"Mind if I ask what that whole deal was? I knew you guys were fighting, and his sister told him about the boyfriend in front of the second-years, so we found out about that pretty quick, but…"

You shrug. "There's… not that much more to it. We got into a fight that was stupid. I self-destructed a little bit for unrelated reasons and got a boyfriend out of it. I've talked to Noya-senpai, and I don't think he's exactly happy with it, but the air's cleared and I'm giving the boyfriend a solid chance since I already said yes."

He winces. "Ouch. It's not really my place to judge, but are you sure that's a good idea?"

A sigh. "Everyone so far has told me it's a horrible one, but… I mean, Senpai's basically sworn he's gonna make the guy hate him, so chances are we break up pretty quickly."

A raised eyebrow. "You're pitting them against each other?"

"I'd actually really rather not. The guy's not serious and he's kind of a known cheater, but… I dunno. Every time I've tried to break up over text I end up not sending it. Guess I'm trying to prove to myself that it won't work out or something. You can judge me if you want. I know I'm fucking all of this up."

"Statements like that are why I'm not judging you. Knowing you, you'll make it up to him."

"And the rest of you?" you mutter. "I don't know where to begin with everyone else."

He shrugs. "I think what you did was messed up, and Nishinoya seemed really upset by it, but I don't think you need to make things right with the rest of us as long as you make it right with him."

"Would that really rebuild any amount of respect, though? Everyone was looking at me differently when they found out."

"I mean, they probably were, yeah. It didn't make any sense. You went from tracking him down with homemade lunches for lunch dates—"

"—oh my god, how many times do I have to say it wasn't—"

"—because of some racy bet you weren't willing to give details about, to like… dating some random guy we'd barely even heard of. You didn't even look happy about it, and you're like, insanely easy to read with any amount of practice."

"What? No I'm not."

He levels a look at you. "Are you gonna tell me you're not jealous of Shimizu?"

"I'm not jealous. Jealous implies a level of catty and petty bullshit, and it's not like I'm putting the blame on her for it."

"But you don't like watching him simp after her."

"That's—shouldn't you be getting ready for practice?"

He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. "All I'm saying is, I think you're more welcome here than you think you are. Focus on making it up to Nishinoya, not the rest of us."

"What are you, my brother?" you grumble. He doesn't answer, so you add: "By the way, could I trouble you for your notes from the past two weeks ago at some point? I promised Noya I'd help him get caught up, so I'd like to have half an idea what I'm talking about."

"See? Like that. I'll text you my notes later, just remind me, alright?"

Honestly, the complete lack of treating you like shit on the part of the team is throwing you off. Over lunch, you work with Yachi to get caught up on missed assignments, and in afternoon practice, you're welcomed just as much as before. You suspect that Noya's influenced this, one way or another—probably told them not to hate you, even though you really were ready for it. You can see him, in your mind's eye, telling them in no uncertain terms to lay off.

Either way, he's happy to be around you, and you relax into his presence.

So much so that, on your way out of afternoon practice, you've almost forgotten that you have a boyfriend until he calls your name.

"Hey, there you are!" Asuka calls as he jogs to catch up. "I heard you were back at school today; you should've texted!"

Beside you, Noya is already wound up. You successfully fight back a cringe and elbow Noya a little, a silent plea to be nice.

"Sorry," you manage. "You know how it is with my head. Did you just get out of practice?"

He nods, grins. "Wanna walk home together? I feel like we haven't had any time together since I asked you out." His voice is subtly smug, his eyes on Noya as he speaks. "You two are talking again?"

Ah. He's trying to provoke Noya. You nod. "Yeah, we worked through it. I don't mind walking home with you, but Noya and I live pretty close, so he'll have to tag along. Is that okay?"

Asuka's eyes narrow. "I guess. It really can't be avoided?"

"No, sorry," you chirp. "I know you guys don't really click, but Noya-senpai is my best friend. He's non-negotiable. I'd like it if you at least tried not to start shit." Your eyes slide to Noya. "That goes for you, too, Senpai. Be nice."

Asuka sighs, falling into step beside you. When his arm settles over your shoulder, it takes every fiber of your being to resist tensing up. "Fine. I won't start shit."

"Asuka, right?" Noya says, smile tight. "Sorry about last time. I was having a bad day."

He flashes a tight smile in return. "No problem, man."

Bless everything, quite honestly, when the first of several coughs tears from your throat. You stop walking, buckle a little.

"You okay, [name]-san?" Noya asks when you've recovered.

You nod weakly. Asuka's stepped back from you—it's Noya's hand on your shoulder, steadying you all over again. "Yeah. Just can't shake the stupid cough, I guess."

Asuka frowns. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay for this weekend?"

Oh, right. Sunday. "I mean, I'm not contagious anymore or anything, but if you'd rather not…"

"Sunday?" Noya tilts his head.

"Yeah. We had a date, but I don't exactly wanna get sick, so…"

He snorts. "She just said she's not contagious."

"Boys," you interrupt sharply. "Are we trying not to start shit?"

"Sorry, [name]-san."

Asuka sighs. "You're sure you're all clear?"

You nod. "The doctor said I was clear if I made it a day without fever. It's been two or so. The cough is just like… leftover."

"Then… I guess it should be fine." He's hesitant, blissfully doesn't return his arm to your shoulder. "I'll pick you up after practice Sunday?"

"Sure."

You scrabble about in your head for any topic of conversation to shift to that doesn't lead to more tension between the guys. Noya's gone a little quiet, for reasons you can guess, but he ends up being the one who provides something, and for just half a second, you're grateful to hear him break the quiet.

"So, Asuka. You've got a sister, right?"

What the fuck, man.

Okay, wait, you can steer this: "Oh, really? I didn't know that! I'm so jealous. I don't have any siblings."

Asuka shrugs. "She's not that great. She's kinda stuck-up, honestly."

You affect a little pout. "It's lonely being an only child, though. I always wanted to have an older sister growing up."

Noya snickers. "Is that why you're so close to Satsuki?"

"A little," you admit. "It's also just because she's cool as hell. I'd probably be just as close with Mei-san and Kaede-san if they weren't so busy."

"You can have my sister," Asuka says jokingly. "Our parents are always comparing us and shit. It's obnoxious. Like, yeah, fine, Hitomi's never done anything wrong in her life, I get it."

You listen to him rant, walk together until he splits just past Sakanoshita. Approximately three seconds after he's said his goodbye—to you only, ignoring Noya completely—a warm arm winds around your waist. "You have a date this weekend."

His tone's almost accusing. Guilt surges in your chest.

"I told you I'd give him an honest shot. I think that probably involves at least one date."

"You could barely tolerate his arm over your shoulder. You're not gonna, like, develop feelings for him. You're barely even comfortable with him."

The implication is clear, of course, and you get it, but… "One date, Noya. I won't even give you details. You can pretend it never even happened."

"How am I supposed to do that? I'm not gonna be able to focus on anything if I know you're out running around with that jackass. It took all of my self control not to punch him just for touching you."

You neglect to point out that he's the one who needled him into not rescheduling again. "I appreciate your self-control. Genuinely." You sigh. "I'll make it up to you?"

"Come over, then. Kaa-san wants me to bring you over for dinner again soon, and I need a focus buddy. That, and someone to make Satsuki be extra careful so she doesn't over-season dinner again."

"Big criticisms from the guy who's had no real cooking lessons. And you're studying? Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm not studying yet," he corrects with a grin. "I can't study without eye candy. If I don't have your beautiful presence in the room with me, I'll never be able to focus."

A roll of the eyes. "Sure, right. I'm sure that's what you need."

As you near his place, the tension eases a little. He finds other topics of conversation, ones that don't hurt you both. "Did you mean what you said about wanting an older sister?"

You let out a fond huff. "Yeah. I guess I used to beg my parents for an older sister. I didn't get why they couldn't just make another kid who was older than me."

He laughs, tugs you a little closer. It's a bit difficult to walk this way, but you make it work, your head bumping against him as you walk. "Guess you've just gotta…" He trails off, like he's just remembered something. You glance up at him, watch the ease in his expression slip away.

"Noya? You okay?"

"No, yeah, sorry. So when're you gonna teach me to cook?"

"Um… hm. I gotta use up that chicken soon. If I'm not still dying tomorrow, do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"I also wanna do tomorrow if you are still dying. Is that an option?"

"Sure," you reply with a little laugh. "I'd love to."

Over snacks in the living room, you sit with Noya and you study. You get texts from Yachi for the notes you've missed while you were out and texts from Ennoshita with all the second years' notes from the past two weeks. You share them with Noya and redirect him whenever he loses focus, manage breaks. He's more restless than usual.

Just one date, you tell yourself. Just one.

When Satsuki catches sight of you on her way into the kitchen, you pretend not to notice the cold air that settles over your shoulders, the glare raking over you. You wait until you hear her start something in the kitchen, and then you call another break, silently thankful when Noya takes the chance to run to the bathroom. You wait two seconds after he's disappeared down the hall, and then, you join Satsuki in the kitchen.

"Hey, Heartbreaker," Satsuki greets. Half-joking, half-cold. "Heard you're staying with the baseball cuck."

You sigh, lean against the door frame. "For now. I'm just giving him an honest chance, since I already agreed to date him."

"I don't really get how I'm supposed to not be mad at you just because Yuu said not to be."

"I'd understand it if you were, but…" You shrug. "I'll tell you what I told him. I didn't do any of that to spite or hurt Senpai."

"You did hurt him, though. You get that, right? Just because you didn't want to doesn't mean you didn't." She moves confidently enough through the kitchen, no sign of whatever bad cooking Noya warned you of. That feels like so long ago now.

"I know. I'm trying to make that better, alright?"

"So what're you talking to me for? I'm not the one you hurt."

"Nee-san," you say, firm but quiet, "I'm trying to make things right with you because it clearly bothers you, and you're important to Noya-senpai."

She sighs. "If it's that important to you, maybe get some fucking therapy, I dunno. That, or just stop doing shit like this." Satsuki gestures vaguely, exaggeratedly, in your direction. The kitchen knife really punctuates her sentence differently.

"I am." The words catch in your throat a little, a harsh lump. "I talked to Otoo-san about it, and he agreed. I just have to settle on a list of therapists to try to get in with so he can start trying to make an appointment with one of them. We don't know when I start yet, but we talked about me going every other week so I don't miss too much club stuff."

She pauses. Stares at you, studies you. "You're really gonna get help?"

"I mean, I guess that depends on whether Otoo-san follows through, but I'm trying."

"Ugh." She groans, drops her head forward for a moment. "Fucking hate it when I can't even hold a grudge about the thing. Alright, Heartbreaker, give me the story. If you didn't do all this shit to hurt Yuu, why did you?"

"He's too real. I think that's all it is. Asuka-san is… really obviously just screwing around. I think he wants arm candy more than anything. He thinks he can pull me in with negging and childish bullshit, he barely wants to be around me—and like, he doesn't know a damn thing about me, but that's okay because he doesn't matter and this relationship doesn't matter. Everything with Senpai matters so fucking much."

"You know he's probably gonna cheat on you, if he isn't already? You know his sister's terrified of what happens if he or their parents find out about me? You know he treated me like shit when he came to me for information on you?"

You furrow your brow. "He… came to you about me?"

"Yeah. You haven't really had any need of my services, but usually if people wanna find stuff out about other Karasuno students, they end up coming to me. I'm just really good at asking the right people the right questions. Your boyfriend ended up coming to me when one of your volleyball friends wouldn't give him any information."

"I didn't hear about that. What did you, um…"

"Told him you were Yuu's girl and he should lay off before he gets a broken heart or a broken bone. I'm still holding out for both of those. Also, made him pay way more than my usual rates for way less information. He got, like, basically just your name and that you were a volleyball club manager for a whole bag of imported candy. Usually for shit like that someone would at least be getting a phone number and a good word, but he was on my bad side from the start, so…"

You snort. "What, just because he was interested in me?"

"No. If he'd backed off when I told him to, that'd be one thing, but he was a real dick the entire time. And that was before I looked into him."

Kinda wish you'd heard about this. It might not have changed all that much, but…

"I told Yuu to watch out for any guys trying to get close to you because Asuka was such bad news when I looked into him. I guess it kind of backfired, but, you know, I didn't do it for Yuu's sake, I did it for yours. The fact that keeping you from getting into a relationship with that guy would have been ideal for Yuu was a bonus. We're just worried about you."

You sigh. "I really, really hate it when people worry about me."

"Why?"

You pause. No one's ever asked you that before. You certainly haven't taken the time to think about the answer. "It just feels bad, alright? I don't like it."

"You should get over that. People are gonna care about you, and they're gonna worry, and they're gonna want nice things for you. It's part of fucking existing, Lovergirl."

"If it were that easy, I would," you grumble.

"Maybe just like… bring it up with your therapist, I dunno. But sometimes you gotta do things that aren't that easy. If not for your sake, then for the people that you care about. So buck the fuck up and get over it, so you can let people care about you."

This might be the least helpful pep talk you've ever received. Somehow, it's still sort of working?

"I was kinda gonna come in here and ask you to punch me and get it over with so I could earn your forgiveness," you mumble, "but I guess a pep talk works."

"Damn right it does. You're gonna work on your shit, you're gonna get that therapist, and you're gonna tell my brother you love him. Get those done, and you've got my forgiveness."

She's asking a lot. It's nothing you can't handle.

…someday.

Maybe.

Eventually.

"I… I'm not ready for that yet," you whisper. "But I promise, when I am, I…"

She smiles, easy and brilliant. "Great. I'll look forward to it."

Yuu slumps in the doorway, heart racing. He hadn't really wanted to eavesdrop—honestly, his goal had been to sneak up on you, but then he'd caught the conversation, and, well—he couldn't just interrupt like that.

So he didn't. So he listened.

So he heard Satsuki tell you to tell him you loved him.

So he heard you agree, quiet.

So his heart has moved into his throat for the foreseeable future.

He clutches his chest, as though that will help him catch his breath. He bites back on every marry me that threatens to burst from his throat. He counts them, to keep calm, to add to his journal.

Fuck any rivalry with your shitty boyfriend. Fuck your stupid date this weekend. He's already won.

(Times Noya's held back: 28)

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focus - lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader

word count - 1.7k

summary - trying to get attention from your streamer boyfriend takes a turn

warnings - 18+, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, nipple play, voyeurism/exhibitionism if you squint?

a/n - ik this is kinda overdone but the trope is so good... requests are open gimme ideas! masterlist here

4 hours.

that was how long lando had been streaming for today.

gaming with his friends had become somewhat of a routine for your boyfriend, but you quickly grew tired of the monotony. it forced you to spend more time alone than you usually liked, as his fervent dedication abandoned you to your own boredom.

you lounged on the bed in your pajamas, a pair of cute tiny shorts and a tank top, hoping to grab his attention. a book was open in front of you, sitting neglected as your attention was drawn to the other side of the bedroom where lando was angrily yelling to his friends on the stream.

“mate you were supposed to cover me! that’s why i died you freaking muppet!” lando threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a huff as his friends berated him for being shit at the game.

you rolled your eyes at the interaction, finding it all too familiar.

“landooooo,” you call out, “come cuddle for a bit, you’ve been streaming for a while.”

from afar you can see the influx of chat comments greeting you at the sound of your voice, the fans happy to even just hear you. you giggled at that as lando mutes his mic and turns his chair around to face you.

“baby, i’m just gonna play one more round and then i’ll be done, promise” he says, flashing you a grin and turning back towards the screen, unmuting his mic.

“thats what you said an hour ago…” you grumble underneath your breath. at this point you had enough, you needed to get his attention somehow. sitting up straight, you looked around the bedroom to think. a sly smile spread over your face as you eyed the empty space under his desk, just the right size for you to fit under.

maybe if you annoyed him enough, he would fuck you until you couldn’t walk. it was worth a try.

you quietly slid off the bed and onto the floor, crawling over to lando slowly. you were careful to keep low, avoiding his webcam and the thousands of people observing him rage about pixels on a screen.

he looks down at you quizzically as you nestle yourself under his desk. sliding to insert yourself between his legs, your finger rises to meet your lips motioning him to be quiet.

you smile mischeviously as you edge your fingers up his leg, tracing up to his thighs as he draws in a sharp breath. he gives you a warning look, eyes following your movement like how a predator tracks its prey.

“what are you doing?” lando whispered, his voice faltering a bit as your hand ghosted over his now prominent bulge. you stifle a laugh as you watch his expression turn from panic to lust.

just the idea of you giving him head while he was streaming made him hard, and the feel of your fingertips lightly touching his length through his shorts did nothing to help. lando gulps and tears his gaze away from you, eyes focused back on the screen in front of him as max yells in his headphones.

his attempt to stay calm was futile as you began to palm over his dick, rubbing him through the thin fabric of his shorts. lando bit his lip to suppress a moan, fingers still moving over the controller.

you decided to take it a step further to see if you could break his concentration, pulling down his waistband to release his throbbing cock. his tip was already leaking as you stared at it, flicking your eyes up to his startled face before you sealed your lips around it sucking lightly.

lando threw his head back, letting out an involuntary groan.

“you alright there mate?” max asked lando in a concerned tone.

“yeah yeah,” he replied, clicking his camera off. “just uh– having some trouble with the webcam.”

you felt a rush of adrenaline as you took him further into your mouth, tears pricking your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. you moan around him, his hands immediately flying to your hair and pulling lightly.

lando groans again as you bob your head, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft as you come up. he looks down at you with dark eyes, clearly paying attention now.

you looked so pretty with your lips wrapped around him, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“hey max,” he choked out into the mic, “i’ll be back again later i uh, think i left the oven on.”

“mate you don’t even cook-” max was cut off as lando ended his stream, ripping his headphones off in a rushed manner.

he immediately let out a louder moan, no longer restricted in his reactions to your lewd movements. his pupils dilated with lust as you moved faster, the obscene sounds of your mouth edging him further and further.

lando abruptly pulls you off of him, guiding you out from under the desk to straddle his lap. the chair was stable enough to hold the both of you but you still gripped his shoulders for comfort.

“you wanted me so bad huh baby? couldn’t wait ‘till i was done?” he whispered into your ear, running his hands up and down your soft thighs.

you let a whimper as you grind against his hardness, hoping for some relief on your aching clit. “just wanted you to focus on me.”

“oh i’m completely focused now,” he assures you, pulling your shorts aside finding you bare, instantly starting to rub circles on your bundle of nerves, “no panties? you planned this to happen.” you whine out, feeling the heat in your core building as you move your hands to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

lando continues his assault on your clit, moving his fingers tantalizingly slow. he craned his head to place small kisses on your neck, tracing a path down to your collarbones and stopping at the neckline of your tank top. he moved his hands up to grope your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples, hardening from the stimulation under the thin material.

“mmm my naughty girl, did you want everyone to hear you choking on my cock? tsk tsk tsk– what would they say” he chides as he tugs your top down, leaving it to pool at your waist. he was almost salivating at the sight of your tits, the supple skin inviting him to have a taste.

you could only croak out a small “yes” in response as he dipped down to capture one of your nipples, the wet heat of his mouth making your brain go fuzzy. lando sucked lightly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak as he pinched your other nipple gently between his fingers.

“lando”, you panted out, “please– need you.” he raised his head from your chest to capture your lips in a deep kiss, caressing your tongue with his.

you just wanted to feel him. all of him.

“alright baby i’ll give you what you want,” he said with a smirk as you lifted your hips to hover over him. you pulled your shorts aside again, exposing your wetness to the cold air of the room.

his hands lingered on your hips to help guide you over his painfully hard cock, feeling his tip nudge between your folds. your entrance welcomed him as you sank down on his length, your head falling back in pleasure.

his hold on you tightened, fingers gripping so harshly on the flesh they would surely leave a mark. lando relished in your flustered state, examining how your lips parted in bliss, eyes squeezed shut while trying to adjust to his length.

his own mouth fell open at the sight of you, a low groan escaping him at the feeling of your wet walls embracing him deeper and deeper until his tip finally kissed your cervix.

you began to bounce up and down slowly, lando’s strong arms assisting your movements. you leaned onto his shoulders for support, your head falling down into the crook of his neck as you both gasped and moaned at the pleasurable feeling of him hitting the deepest parts inside you.

“lando,” you whined out, speeding up your movements as the noise of slapping skin filled the room.

you were panting harder now, your thoughts only occupied with the feeling of him inside you. your clit brushed against him every time your hips met, sending shocks through your body. the familiar feeling of your orgasm loomed in your core, threatening to overtake you very soon.

“c’mon baby take what you need,” lando groaned out, helping you pick up your pace, thrusting his hips up to meet yours now. you could tell he was getting close too, your bodies moving urgently in tandem to reach your highs simultaneously.

“almost– ah, there! please lando,” at your plea he reached down between your legs, rubbing your sensitive nerves to finally send you over the edge.

your orgasm crashed over you, sending waves of shocks through your body as your movements slowed down. you cried out for him, his name the last thing leaving your lips as an immeasurable bliss took over. lando kissed your neck tenderly as he gripped you harder, stabilizing you as he rammed into you faster.

“fuck baby you’re doing so good, im almost there. such a needy girl, had to have me right away.” he flashed a glowing smile at you as you came down from your high, his hands pawing at the flesh of your ass as he fucked you deeply.

his breathing grew ragged at his eyes screwed shut, breathing your name out with a moan. his release was warm inside you, filling you up as his hips stuttered and slowed.

you sat like this for a minute, still joined, recovering and whispering sweet things into each other’s ears. lando kissed your shoulder as he pulled out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the absence of him.

“maybe i should stay on the stream longer if this is what it gets me,” lando joked, seeing how much he could annoy you.

you hit his shoulder playfully in response, “absolutely not! but honestly, max probably thinks you burned the house down by now.”

“ah– i’ll deal with that later. all i’m focused on right now is you.”

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