#dont overwork yourself too much: failed

[michiviv]

flufftober, day 3: favorite scent, k. bakugo > the smell of him can calm you down in an instant.

warnings: healthcare worker reader, work day stress

authors note: i need a man who smells like him or smt... also dont like this much jajaj-- july me was crazy

work felt like it dragged on for years today. usually you're ready for the strenuous work but it was just patient after patient after patient— you were exhausted.

the day was rough too, when you went to work you stopped by a coffee shop just to find out they were closed. small things, doesn't matter, right?

you went to the break room and served yourself coffee from the break room when some guy bumped into you and made you spill your coffee.

dickhead didn't apologize.

you took a deep breath and decided to attempt to refrain your mindset, maybe he was stressed, overworked, overnight shift... so, we will move on.

as usual, patients can be... frustrating, refusing to eat, refusing to take their medication, it all happens but when they throw shit?  christ you just wish you could make them pick up everything themselves. a client, in a fit of anger and refusal to eat any food, threw their food towards the floor.

so you painstakingly had to clean up the spilled food, trying to keep a neutral face as to not give the patient the satisfaction of having pissed you the fuck off. then, of course, a medical emergency where you were called in due to an influx of clients causing you to miss your lunch break.

starving but still having to work, you ate while you filled your paperwork and as if to taunt you the computer decided to have technical difficulties causing you to take twice as long as you usually would've to complete the paperwork.

todays mission was to make it through without crying at work... and it was proving so hard right now when it all seemed to be going against you.

you let out a sigh as you finally walked through the door of your apartment. The stress of the day weighed heavily on your shoulders, making your entire body ache. You kicked off your shoes and tossed your bag aside, feeling too tired to care about where it landed.

the smell of the food that your boyfriend was making reaching your nose, causing you to seek him out in the kitchen.

"youre home late, you didn't text." bakugo spoke, his voice carrying the usual grumpy tone. Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend, looked up from the pan, his expression softening when he saw the exhaustion on your face.

"Yeah, it was a long day," you muttered, trying to muster a smile but failing miserably.

Bakugo sighed and opened his arm, pulling you into a side hug, his presence immediately starting to ease the tension in your body. He pulled you into a gentle hug, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling deeply.

The smell of him—a mix of smoky, caramel and something uniquely Katsuki—washed over you. It was a scent that had always brought you comfort, grounding you even in the most stressful moments. Instantly, the chaos of the day began to fade away, replaced by the soothing familiarity of his embrace.

"You look like you've been through hell," he said softly, his voice rumbling in his chest.

"You have no idea," you replied, your words muffled against his shirt. "But this helps."

you hummed softly, pressing her head against his chest and looking at the pan of food. "what're you making?"

"Your favorite," he replied with a smirk. "Figured you could use something nice after a shitty day."

"Thank you, Katsuki," you murmured, feeling a bit lighter already. "I love you.."

"love ya' too, now go shower. wash the bad energy away or whatever the fuck mina says."

You chuckled and reluctantly pulled away from him to wash up, leaving his side with a kiss on his cheek.

After taking a cold shower to wash away the stress of the work day, you felt slightly more human. You returned to the kitchen, where Bakugo was plating up the food. The sight and smell of the meal made your stomach rumble, and Bakugo chuckled.

"Hungry, huh? Sit down. I'll get you some tea, too."

You sank into a chair at the table, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. It always amazed you how someone so fiery and intense could be so gentle and caring when it came to you. He placed a steaming plate of food in front of you, followed by a cup of your favorite tea.

You took a bite, savoring the flavors and the warmth spreading through your body. "This is amazing," you said between mouthfuls. "You always know how to make things better."

"Damn right I do, i'm amazing," he said with a smirk, sitting down across from you with his own plate. "Now, tell me about your day."

As you recounted the various frustrations and challenges you faced, Bakugo listened intently, occasionally grumbling in sympathy or making snide comments about the people who had annoyed you. His reactions made you laugh, easing the heaviness in your chest. Momentarily, you were also thankful he didn't know the dickhead who knocked the coffee out of your hands.

When you finished eating, you took the empty plates to the kitchen to wash them. As you washed the dishes, Katsuki stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist before resting against your neck, taking a deep breath.

if any of his friends saw him right now, he would never hear the end of it.

"Do that later, let's watch something," he suggested, guiding you by the waist to the couch.

As the two of you settled onto the couch, he grabbed the remote and pulled you close. You snuggled into his side, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest and the familiar scent that always calmed you. As the TV flickered to life with a cheesy sitcom, you felt the last remnants of the day's stress melt away.

"You're my lucky charm, you know that?" you whispered, looking up at him with a grateful smile.

"Tch, you're just saying that because I feed you," he teased, but the softness in his eyes betrayed his tough exterior.

"Maybe," you said with a chuckle, snuggling closer. "But I mean it. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bakugo tightened his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You'll never have to find out," he murmured. "I've got you."

[muffinsin]

hiya muffin!

i was wondering, if you havent done this prompt before, you would write something about the dimitrescus dating a strongwoman-type reader? Like, big, tall, throw-you-over-her-shoulder typa gal. If you dont write specific genders thats fine too ‼️‼️ Im just very self-indulgent, as someone whos RE8 oc is built like a TANK. 😓

thank you for your time. Stay peachy! 👽

Oh? Absolutely!👀👀! I write for female and neutral readers, so you’re all good! :) I think I’ll have to check out your OC sometime then! Very much of a fan of..buff…women…😋

Kept a lot of littler HCs in these to add a bit variety to it!🙇‍♀️👀

Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

With Bela by your side, it becomes very clear that there are two types of physical strength in people at the castle

The type you possess

And the type she wields

Her, wielding unnatural strength gifted by the cadou infecting her

And still, physically speaking, Bela is rather petite, with no visible muscles, only soft skin and an overall rather skinny build, little body fat or muscles seen

You, on the other hand, are almost a direct opposite to this

While being incredibly strong for someone from the remote village, you certainly also look it, unlike your girlfriend

And poor Bela just about melts at this

Feeling your strength and seeing the muscles proving it are incredible exciting to her

She likes to cling onto your arms when you walk

When you suddenly flex them, you often manage to pull a gasp from her

Unfortunately, she manages to stay quiet sometimes, only straightening up adorably and holding on a little tighter

When you cuddle, Bela loves to be held by you, to feel your frame against hers, to hide away from her responsibilities for just a little while

While she won’t ever admit it, she feels so safe around you, extra much so due to your height and strength

Somehow, it helps her feel almost small, looked after

A break from being the coolheaded heiress. The cunning huntress. The eldest sister forced to manage her younger sisters day after day

A break from being the strong one, the responsible one

Simply to be Bela, Bela, who is wrapped up in your arms, held tight, comforted

Often she will hold onto your strong shoulders then, or wrap herself around your upper body all together

Of course your girlfriend enjoys different portrays of your strength, too

When you occasionally quite literally pick her up, you always bring a squeak from her thick lips

Always, without fail. You love it

No matter how long she’s with you, she will never get used to that

You wouldn’t think she is used to it, her tall physique and overall cannibalistic and dangerous nature not quite- well- inviting one to pick her up like she weighs nothing

Funnily enough, you find Bela does weigh very little, being made of a swarm of flies

She’ll hold onto you tight, blush adorably as she’s carried

When she feels particularly comfortable, perhaps even somewhat carefree, she’ll giggle when you pick her up

Often, you find yourself picking her up and slinging her over your shoulder when she overworks herself yet again

She’s whine and giggle, insist she has things to get done

Both of you know it’s a losing battle anyway, for she too craves the comfort you offer her

Another time you display your strength is by purposefully showing off

Such as when she looks around her room for her sickle, usually whenever some foolish maid dared “clean” her perfectly organized room or one of her sisters went through it to find something

You like displaying your strenght by easily picking some of the furniture or items up for her as you help her look

When feeling playful, you pick her up entirely, drawing giggles from her when you claim “nope, not under here!”

You’re happy you’re one of the rare people to make her laugh

Cassandra

Cassandra is considered the strongest individual at the castle, and has been for a long time

Well, aside Alcina, that is

Still, she takes pride in being the strongest among her sisters, the most efficient killer and huntress

You don’t change this, necessarily

But, you easily become one of the, if not the strongest mortals at the castle

And as such, with your height and strength, you stand out

In the beginning, you think Cassandra must hate you

She bothers you each day, digs her nails into you and scratches, bites and giggles your ears off

She’s a nuisance, even reduces the time spent in her precious torture chambers if only to annoy you a little more

Soon, you find out;

No, she does not hate you

In fact, it couldn’t be any more wrong to assume so

No, strong, evil, sadistic Cassie has a crush

Someone to match her, perhaps?

She’s excited at the thought

She tests you, you find soon, seeing just how much she can toy with you before you snap

Ever trying to fluster you with hot, open mouthed bites along your skin and back, you eventually think to even the field

Now, acting against Cassandra can certainly to a quick death sentence and a drawn out, torturous death below the castle grounds

Alas, you know: Cassandra is playing a game

She wants you to join in, to receprocate

Bored of the average staff members surrounding you, the playful brat wants a challenge

One only you can give her

So, the next time she gets near, trails her sharp fingernails along your arms and moves in to bite yet again, you strike

“EAA!”

You didn’t think you could make the fear-inspiring, brutal, nightmarish Cassandra Dimitrescu squeak, but find it’s an utterly adorable sound

Thrown over your shoulder easily, Cassandra hammers with closed fists against your back, squirming and kicking to be let down again

You deny her this

After all, if she truly wanted it, she would free herself from your grasp

You’ve seen it a hundred times before, how she slips from intruders and predators by turning into a deadly swarm of flies piercing its skin

Or her pool of strength, even, which she doesn’t seem to even dip into as she hammers her fists weakly against your back, careful she doesn’t cause any serious damage

It’s a game of play-pretend, her protests loud while a large smile is on her face

You dare interact with her, even dare to push and pull playfully. You indulge her

She likes you

Over the course of weeks, she keeps on doing the same, biting and teasing you only to end up surprised when you push back, grabbing her and throwing her light, but muscular body across your shoulder or holding her and carrying her by your hip as you work

The two of you enjoy your game, the playful bickering, the little wounds inflicted that you know she loves to see on your skin

Soon, she makes the first step, once at last swarming from your grasp to plant her lips against yours

Eager, you reciprocated, not about to let the opportunity pass

Neither of you feel the need to take your time, and quickly a kiss blooms into a relationship of playfulness, affection, pain and pleasures

You find, she enjoys how you catch her off guard when she’s about to fight you and is thrown over your shoulder easily

Even if it does earn you a few bites along your back

While she never quite uses her full strength on you, knowing it would shatter your bones and tear your skin like paper, she does like to bite and scratch, giggling when you reach up to smack her ass or tighten your grip in her as pain rushes through you

This aside, you find she enjoys a show of your strength even much behind closed doors

When you’re wrapped up in one another, she too likes to give you a display of her strenght, laughing in delight as both of you struggle to keep the other down

And lastly, in softer moments, she likes to be curled up on top of you like an overgrown cat, her flies buzzing calmly with your strong arms around her

While having a few muscles herself, she’s still somewhat petite compared to you, her body strong, but unable to sport too many muscles due to her biology

You find, she likes touching up your arms even more due to this, remanding head scratches with one hand while her teeth sink into the arm of the other

Daniela

When seeing you for the first time, Daniela just about throws herself at you

Never has she seen anyone with your physique, finding mostly weak maidens working at the castle whereas anyone of ample strength is often sent to work for Lord Heisenberg or Moreau

You chose the castle, instead

On your first day you encounter the woman already

Daniela’s swarm is all around you, her upper body formed just so she can trail her fingertips up your chest and to your shoulder

“Aren’t you a delicious thing”, she coos, her lips parted, her eyes set on you

She looks ready to eat you, no, not only ready, eager

And while you try to be as polite as possible and not get yourself into trouble with her, Daniela shows clear interest in you

She’s on you each day, trailing her fingers across your skin, shamelessly touching up your arms and shoulders and swarming in the air to lean her head on your back and shoulders, her expression almost dreamily

She’s convinced you love her early on; after all, why wouldn’t you, silly!

And as such, you find she’s very touchy

When you’re working, she’s often pressed up against her back, her shorter frame against you and her breasts pushed into your back causing your own nipples to harden occasionally

Your body and mind certainly responds to her

When you sit, on a break somewhere, you already know to anticipate her coming your way and boldly sitting down on top of your thighs, chatting about this and that

As she does one night, her head rested against your shoulder, her hands in her lap, her body on your lap in turn

She’s talking quietly, but you can tell she’s getting tired by the way her words make less and less sense and she trails off more often before finishing her sentences

Upon proposing she ought to get to bed, she merely whines and curls closer against you

And seeing this, you boldly wrap your strong arms fully around her and lift her

Daniela is up in an instant, giggling and holding onto you as she’s carried to her room

What true princess treatment!, she thinks, and it’s what immediately has her feelings for you double in intensity

You aren’t sure when the two of you got together and started dating, as she’s always been so very touchy and has always somewhat treated you like her girlfriend

Was it when she asked if you’d join her that day? Nestled underneath the warm covers?

Was it when you shared her bed in a different way the first time? When you had her wrapped around your fingers, her smaller, more petite body underneath you?

Or was it when she started regularly pulling you down or swarming up to you for kisses?

When you’d cup her cheeks, lean down and steal some whenever she was on her way out?

Or was it when you started regularly joining her for dinner with her family?

You don’t know, but couldn’t be happier

Being the snuggle bug she is, Daniela loves to be held in your arms

Despite her overall soft and gentle physique, Daniela is very durable and giggles each time you squeeze her hard, completely unharmed

She giggles most when you pick her up and throw her over your shoulder, usually when it’s time for the two of you ought to get some sleep and she’s still sat in the library, reading through yet another romance and fairytale

Both of these things fluster her easily too, though

While Daniela has a flirty personality and a way with words, you manage to reduce her to a blushing, gasping mess when you show off your physique or strenght

When undressing or changing, she’s on you immediately, touching and kissing in almost worshipping fashion, occasionally even biting or scratching when she can’t hold herself back

And lastly, she loves to go hunting with you

Your physique gives you an advantage few others have and allow you to hunt with her

Leaving the castle is a privilege known to little and even should you not hunt with her, you like to accompany her

Often, this means waiting by a small pond for her and ending up bathing together when she returns covered in blood

[your-local-baguette]

Chris prince x reader

Warnings: cussing ? Angst maybe ?

The sound echoed over and over, the ball hitting your wrist again and again. It hurts...

" ANOTHER ONE!"

You yelled across the gym, in which your teammates slammed another curving ace toward you. You knee slid on the ground as you used your left foot support you body, the volleyball hitting the reddened area of your colliding wrists. You hissed at the stinging sensation, when the receive failed, you groaned and let your body fall on the cold ground, letting out heavy breath.

Your teammate quickly made their way to you, their head popping in your vision, you huffed." Thanks" they nodded before walking away" dont you overwork yourself, either way im dragging you out the gym" you sighted in defeat, lazily dragging your body up. Slow steps towards the changing rooms, massaging your shoulders on the way.

You closed the metal door of the gym not expecting anything, well yea, nothing ever goes you way anyway." Hii love!" A muscular blondie said, opening his arms, hoping to receive a hug. You lived up to his expectations, wrapping your arms around him, not even a second that he lift you up with ease. Spinning you around before letting your feets touch the ground again, now resting his cheeks on the top of your head. Its barely if he could, because you were like only two inches shorter than him. After his long awaited hug he pushed you on your lower back insisting you follow him. " Where are we going ?"

" im taking you to boue lock"

" is that allowed ?"

" i...managed."

Flashback.....

" i'll get on my knees please let me bring them here."

The jumanji egg( ego ) looked at him weirdly before sighing giving in.

He let out a little scream of joy before running out.

End of flashback

" uh ok"

...

" im guessing your tram doesn't know about this ?"

You asked, striking up a conversation.

" huuuh. They somehow found out. So try not to worry too much about that. Most of them are very respectful"

You nodded.

The car pulled in the parking, you and chris got out, you just dribbled a volleyball, these were some of the very rare occasions when it was silent with Chris. You walked at the same rythm, your steps synchronised, the halls silent before well sound of balls getting kicked ( get your mind outta the gutter ) and loud cheering. You both arrived in a stadium where a team was practicing, not very seriously but still practicing.

A ball came flying to your face which you stopped easily, throwing back toward them. Chris chuckled at your reflexes, dragging to a chair, you sat next to him, to his displease. Wish these kids weren't here and he could gave you on his lap but like the jumanji egg said' no intimate interaction'

.....

Hcs part. That because the volleyball wasn't included the way i wanted it to be.

Adores playing with you

Litteraly screams for cheering at your match

Supportive. Supportive. Supportive.

Has a copy of your team jersey with your number. Cuz yours does not fit him lol.

He had a hard time understanding how to do an underhand receive. Like why you gotta fold your thumbs over your palms. Cant you just have your hands interwined together. Side note: his thumbs pained him for five day straight.

Come to every.single.match

Does not understand how you can jump so high. Like do you remove gravity!?

Does the bandaging around your fingers/ hands.

You showed him an ace( the service ) and he was s.t.u.n.n.e.d.

Secretly practices against a wall.

Learned how to float serve just for you.

At this point more passionate than you🤨

Bought you ticket to your favorite team.

Got you a custom volleyball with your fav movie/series character on it.

You have a ton of equipment at home for volleyball.

Plays with you everyday.

If you ever have a child he wants them to learn football and volleyball ( volley when older tho )

An absolute sucker for a focused you

Hope you all enjoyed. Feel like this would also go well with lavinho. Talking about him;

I will prob do the three most popular cuz im obsessed with this man. So yea. Have a nice day. If it doesn't get enough vote i will redo it on another post cuz these are prob gon take a good amount of time. Bye bye!

[yanderes-galore]

seen your into rick and morty, i think i have a request up my sleeve ;)

now, a rick prompt of 7. i think it would match him pretty well tbh, and i dont really know what else to request for the show. also make sure not to overwork yourself !

Rick and Morty makes me feral/affectionate. I'd love to. I'm assuming you mean my prompts so I did that. No specific Rick intended.

Sorry for the wrong wait and sorry for making Rick a bit OOC.

Yandere! Rick Sanchez Prompt 7

Pairing: Romantic

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, One night stand mentioned, Age gap, Obsession, Murder, Blood, Slight sadism, Kidnapping implied, Mind break due to trauma of murder, Drinking, You're in your 20s, Drug use mentioned, Disregard for life, Forced relationship.

Rick, in his age, thought he had given up being attached to anyone. You could say it’s because of his past, he really doesn’t care. Now Rick is used to getting boozed up and taking strange space drugs while driving he and his grandson into danger. 

He had given up finding anyone to fill the empty hole within him. He was content with just having flings and not really committing to any of them. He was one for parties and avoiding responsibility. 

What was the point, anyway? Nothing mattered to him.

Even when he first met you he still had his usual ideals. He had met you at one of the many parties he partakes in. You came with a friend Rick had invited and decided to see what it was like to attend a party with, well, otherworldly creatures.

You weren’t normally one for parties but your friend was adamant on coming to one hosted by Rick. At the time, you gave in and thought you’d have a good time. You had no idea going to a party would cause Rick to reconsider his ideals.

To put it bluntly, you got a bit out of hand. You had met Rick, a much older man, and greeted him. You mostly tried to stick by your friend but they themselves got too caught up in the mass of bodies. Somehow, with a few drinks, you found yourself back to Rick.

You weren’t sure why you came back to him, your mind is still fuzzy on the details. You can barely remember what he said yet you did remember downing some drinks with him. When drunk, he was funny. Strangely… flirty, too. 

You learned from your friend afterwards that’s just how Rick was. He got drunk with other people, had a one night stand with them, then continued on with his life. You recall at first being opposed to his advances, due to the age gap between the two of you. Although… you were in your 20s. What’s wrong with trying something new?

You clearly weren’t thinking straight, the alcohol shutting off your most basic brain functions. However, you faintly remember events of the first night you met Rick. You had given into one of his advances, next thing you know, you were in bed.

Next to him.

You heavily regret what you did that night now. Especially when you find out it leads to your misfortune later on. Before you drank with Rick, you had failed to realize just how dangerous he is. He’s a wanted space criminal, an incredibly intelligent space criminal with access to the strongest technology known and not known to man.

You’d think this would all be one fling. Just one night where you happened to be in bed with a man such as him while drunk. Even Rick himself thought you were just a one time thing.

Then he kept thinking about you. He kept thinking of your warmth and your laughter. Sure, you were both drunk and got a bit frisky. He hates the fact he keeps thinking back to you so frequently….

Loneliness was not a new emotion to him. He felt it all the time. Though when he woke up to you, it’s like it wasn’t even there. Then it hit him again like a ton of bricks when your friend had to drag you out the bed to go home. 

He spent nights thinking of you. He even curses his drunk self for not getting your number at the time. Oh well, he has the means to get it whenever he’s ready to. You want to question it when he eventually does get your number, though you were really out of it that night.

Was it really all that wrong of him to want to see you again? You made him feel something he hasn’t felt in years, ever since the incident with Diane….

The more he thinks of you, the more his obsession grows. He tries to ease his yearning by texting or calling you. You try to keep it short, unfortunately, upsetting him greatly….

“It’s awkward, Rick. Even being friends or just acquaintances is strange after what we did-”

Why did you have to be like this? Even when he said he’d do anything for a chance, you still turned it down. You drive him into a desperate state of mind and refuse him, did you like to watch him suffer?

He hates how you make him feel so whole but neglect giving him another taste. Didn't you say yourself you wanted to try something new? He remembers you did, so why back out now? His mind is twisted with the thought of you.

You drive him insane.

While he may still think life is meaningless and cruel, there’s some things within it that aren’t all that bad. Like you, even if you do torture him by not wishing to take things between you even further. Things like this must take time.

Although, Rick is an impatient man. 

Someone as impatient as him, tend to do irrational things.

Murder was nothing new to Rick. If things went wrong here, who says he can’t just go to another dimension to fix things? He didn’t have to do any of this, though why does it matter? 

Even if it means bloodshed, he’s willing to do anything for you since you make him feel so… anxious and excited.

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

Some sadistic part of him thinks your fear is cute. The fact you stare at him with regret pains him, yet it’ll change soon. You’re just a bit frightened by all the blood. He picked the most brutal weapon to prove a point….

It’s been months since you two first met. You barely talked in person, though texts and calls were frequent. It irritated him how you’d spend more time with the friend that took you to the party instead of him, the guy you spent the night with.

He should be thanking your friend for introducing you, although jealousy does not give you a rational mind. Getting rid of them satiated his jealous thoughts much more than anything else. Plus, it reassured him you’d be alone without him.

“Rick, what is this all about!?”

“Taking you home, baby.”

“Hell no, stay away from me- There’s… so much blood-”

“What did you even see in them, (Y/N)... not like they put up much of a fight.”

“We were together… ONE time, Rick. We partied a bit too hard, that’s all. What has gotten into you? How did you even know where I live!?”

“We can talk about that in time. Look, you’ve made me feel strange these last couple months and it’s made me go crazy. That friend of yours certainly wasn’t helping.”

“Don’t hurt me….”

“Woah- wasn’t planning on it, honey. Honestly… you really should’ve known who you were getting involved with before we did what we did.”

He grins, holstering the weapon he used to kill your friend in front of you with. You were just hanging out…. What have you done?

“Too late to change things now. Now you got me to deal with.”

“Do you think this is funny?”

“I can assure you I’m serious this time.”

You look at him in disbelief, still being defensive. Rick was a madman…. A lunatic who you were a fool enough to engage with.

“(Y/N)... we can do this in a number of ways. You could come willingly, for that I’d at least clean things up and wipe your mind of this memory. Or… you could fight me and I let you keep this memory and just use some other brainwashing technique. There’s really only one option when it comes to me.”

You’re shaking, looking one last time at the body on the floor and back to Rick. The smell of blood is heavy in your nose and your fear increases when it looks like Rick’s impatient. 

Foolishly, months ago, you wanted to try something new….

What choice did you have now?

“... Okay, Rick…”

You keep your gaze on him, standing up. You then feel yourself laugh at the irony of your next sentence, truly losing it at the death of your friend.

“What’s the harm in trying something new?”

[nian-7]

Hii!

So I'm super new to all of this I have no clue how this works but I've read your match-ups and they are the absolute cutest things ever!!!

So I wanted to ask if I can just request one here...? Idk what to do TvT if yes you can read the thing I've written else please help-

-So looking for a partner, noone under 20y/o, everything above 20 is fine for me!! Oh and for pronouns pls use they/them for me!!! MBTI is ExFJ/ExFP (? Idk smth along that) 2w3 if u need that!! U dont have to put that into consideration tho

-So I'm very extroverted, have confidence in myself and generally pretty energetic and very good in social settings/entertaining - still I give off comfort-energy and I'm not a fan of chaos, I love it when things are planned out (I'm really bad at planning tho sadly---)! I also love helping others and will go out of my way to do anything for them!

-I also work really really hard for my dreams and will never stop even if the whole world doesn't believe in me!! (*σ>∀<)σ

-I just have a flame that never seems to burn out - but because I always give 110% I often overwork myself (I was in the hospital once because of that but that's another story ;-;)

-I've been described as the therapist friend pretty often and a sunshine that brightens others days (I don't want to sound arrogant!!) + I'm 0% judgemental torwards anyone and always believe in the good in people! There is beauty in everything after all (o≧▽゜)o

-Oh and sadly I'm sickly :(( I'm sick very often!! And airheaded and have problems in school/uni but hey at least I never give up TvT

-Well now after all - there is another side to me that is contrary to what you read before: As soon as something I wanted to accomplish fails I'm very frustrated. I put in everything I have and if it doesn't work I feel like an utter failure - I fall into a spiral of hating myself and I often feel like a burden to others because if I give everything I got and then FAIL I'm like damn I'm pretty bad/dumb/useless u know what I mean?

-I never show those bad feelings to anyone or talk about them cause I have trust issues from gettin bullied (for my emotional responses and colorful and cute style from my former "friend" group) for a longer time, I only talk about it when I'm 100% sure that person wont turn on me (there are 2 people in my live rn that I trust with that stuff)

-I'm also easy to tease or prank cause I'm naiive

(I hope this isn't getting too long or sad djtsutdzfdz)

-As a partner I like them calmer than me (doesn't have to be icy-cold, could be a calm sunshine too idc!) and not as energetic as me because I need somewhere I can come home to and chill down, someone who could help me a bit with planning and would encourage me to take breaks from time to time! I also seem to attract people who need help themselves for example anxious people or people with trust issues. I also don't panic easily and love encouraging others to be theirselves or to get more confident in general or listen to their sad stories and be there for them to comfort them (I'm good at that I have 3 little siblings and 4 little cousins o(^o^)o)

Thank you for reading that!! It's so much but I hope it could maybe help you :>

And thank you for doing things like matchups and requests I love reading those!! And DON'T stress yourself <3

You are a great person never forget that o(>∀<*)o

thank you, anon!! you sound very fun to be around! hope you enjoy your matchup!!

I match you with...

Yohei Kanbayashi!

-The biggest thing that made me pick Yohei was the way you described an ideal partner. He is a bit on the colder side but he is a more calm person than you! But just because he can be a little cold doesn't mean he has a big soft spot for you.

-Although he's not someone who needs comfort often or a lot of encouragement, he'll be very helpful to you. Helping with plans and making you take breaks are the big factors that made me pick him.

-He's someone who's fiercely loyal to you and will always be there for you no matter what. No matter if you're sickly, airheaded, or not ready to open up, he'll wait as long as you need. TLDR: he's always going to be there for you no matter what happens and his soft spot is very obvious to people like Saimon...

-Even as an introvert at heart, he doesn't mind your extrovertedness. He'll be there as your chill pill at the end of the day when you're tired and likes your sunshine-y demeanor.

-Failure is a part of life and he'll be there to catch you when you spiral from it. He seems to know the right words to say to you when you get upset and won't stop until you understand even when it comes off a bit aggressively if you don't listen.

[onlyjaeyun]

icb it ended omgggggggg i feel like ive been reading this story for years just keeping up with it every week. the endings so sweet they all deserve it so much 😭😭 they suffered way too much to not have the best ending like this really:(( you're such a great writer too i was so immersed in the story from the very beginning 🥹🥹 i really cant believe we're saying bye to poison but that means new stories are coming so i cant be sad really. dont overwork yourself tho take your time !!!

-🍓

thank you so much baby words like these never fail to make me the happiest and i hope you know how grateful i am of you 🥺💞 sending you such a tight hug

[sserajeans]

my teachers r just mad

i'm glad you're doing great but DO UR HOMEWORK u don't want to fail but don't overwork (or overstress? i cant remember) yourself too much too,,

DONT WORRY 😭😭😭😭 only reason im doing it this late is bc i get distracted easily

[c3rnunnos]

i am so hella drained that now that im virtually done with school and just waiting for the exam day i cant help but sleep for like, 18 hours a day. got extra burnt out but maybe ill post some little self indulgent bb ocs again, while waiting for the inspiration to draw horsebando to hit. this is my land and i choose which plants to grow in it and ill make it everyones problem

[themole]

i hate the way ideas and beliefs are posited on tumblr because for the great majority there isn't development of ideas, just adoption

thinking about how its trendy to say on here like "when youre too tired to do something or youre too comfortable not doing anything, that isnt laziness! thats you resting and giving it all you can! laziness doesnt exist!" and this is a good belief to take into account if you hadn't ever questioned the idea of laziness, yes it very much is (like many concepts in western society) just a form of control. But what an idea like this fails to mention is that people overwork themselves,,, yes its true that laziness is needed rest, but in order to actually survive in this society a fuck ton of people are overworking themselves, its often inevitable. Theres a lot more nuance than just "laziness doesnt actually exist" and the simplicity of a statement like that is really stupid and just feels reductive of actually understanding anything, like any popular mental health positivity ideals posited on this website are the simplest things that all amount to "dont be mean to yourself!" like thanks if i wanted obvious advice on how to cope that im several layers past already id just go see a therapist

sometimes i feel scared, i feel trapped in a place with people that don't exhibit or even really seem to desire intuition or self-awareness,, maybe at some point i gotta recognize that social media (even or maybe especially tumblr) really is

1. nothing more than something you treat casually for fun and as a addition to being sociable irl or

2. as a failed solution to irl isolation, and there isnt any nuance.....

oh no!!!! haha look! i caught myself! see?? i just started going down a mental illness thought spiral and realized it was affecting my reasoning to be simplistic,,, my understanding of social media could only be 2 different answers,,,,,,, okay now that i caught myself doing it everyone else better start emulating the same amount of self awareness or so help me god

ppl are always hypothesizing abt psyops in like queer social media spaces and stuff but people fail to realize that when you engage with information and opinions through the lens of categorically labelling everything as either good or bad (which is how social media opinions work) the logical conclusion to that line of thinking really is just cancel culture, like its inevitable, you just have to stop thinking of everything as good or bad

[fueledbyapplepi]

their s/o got shy because they pull up sum dirty jokes with the haitanis and sanzu please, anyways dont overworked yourself, dtay hydrated and eat properly <3 have a sweet day ahead!

What He Pleases | Bonten Sanzu, Ran, and Rindou

- Making their s/o shy with dirty jokes

genre: crack, fluff, suggestive

warnings: mature content, suggestive content, MINORS DNI ⚠️

A/N: Thank you so much, anon! May you have an awesome week ahead of you too. Ngl, this gave me some nsfw ideas to write LOL Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this so thank you for this request ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Sanzu Haruchiyo (Akashi Haruchiyo)

Popping pills and getting stoned makes Sanzu's endorphins go crazy. Something that makes him see the world differently good.

However, there's a different kind of intoxication in seeing your smile. A kind of high where any drugs couldn't compare.

So, it was only natural for Sanzu to spoil you.

When your boyfriend's not busy being high or torturing guys in Bonten, he'd spend his time at the penthouse you two share or accompany you with whatever business you're down to. And today's either one of those days.

You placed the cup of coffee on the center table in front of Sanzu, when suddenly, the man pulled you into his lap making you blush.

"Sanzu!" You looked at him surprised. "What's going on?"

Your boyfriend snuggled his face into your neck as he squeezed your hips. The action never failing in making you all giddy.

"Hmmm, here." Sanzu handed you his black card. "Spoil yourself, Y/N."

You bit your lip as you looked at the black card. As tempting as it is, you can't help but feel guilty at the same time. "Sanzu, I have my own money."

"I didn't ask. Spend it, Y/N." Sanzu grazed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin.

You gulped as you thought of all the things you've always wanted to buy. "But why?"

Your boyfriend smirked as he held into the card he gave you. "Thought that 3.5 inches are enough to make you happy."

Your eyes widened as your head just processed what your boyfriend told you. Covering your face, you can't help but blush at the sensual remark.

"But..." You peaked at your boyfriend through your fingers. "You know... Sanzu... you're not just..."

He looked at you, trying to hide a laugh as he adored your bashful state. "What is it?"

"You're big, you know." You whispered. Your hand barely hiding your beet-red face.

Sanzu can't help but snicker at what you've just said. "Y/N, I was talking about the size of my card you know?"

Your eyes widened at him. "O-oh..." Your shyness exploding out of you as you were the only ones who were having wrong thoughts the whole time.

"Unless..." Sanzu suddenly flipped you over the couch, his right hand pinning down your wrist while the other on your neck. "You want something bigger to make you happy."

You gulped as the tension in the air suddenly increased. "Yes..."

"Hmmm?" He smiled at your beautiful but helpless state.

"Yes, daddy."

Sanzu smiled. Yes. There's a different kind of high you bring to him.

And he's more than addicted to it.

Ran Haitani

A man with an ego probably taller than him.

He's an arrogant bastard and he knows it. You know it. Rindou knows it. Everybody in Roppongi knows it.

Ran's cockiness doesn't stop with being around other Bonten members and high-profile criminals. Actually, it's still there when you're around.

And he loves you for it. He loves how you tolerate his attitude and keep up being around him always. He loves how you always feed his ego.

His ego's like a hungry appetite that's always craving for you. And it's favorite meal? Nothing but making you all red and embarrassed.

And that's the goal for today.

You were sitting next to Ran in his office on one of Bonten's hideout. Your boyfriend cleaning his Smith and Wesson's while you were helping him clean his baton.

"Can't believe you still kept this after all these years." You smiled as you wiped off the other half of the rod.

Ran smiled at you. "It brings me happiness and memories of the bastards I beat up with that."

"How can you take it? It's long and hard." You nonchalantly said as you continued to wipe the other side.

You heard the soft clatter of the gun against the table. A subtle laugh escaping from your boyfriend's lips.

Ran turned his office chair a little bit as he looked at you. An evident smirk on his face. "How about you Y/N? How can you take it when it's long and hard?"

"Huh?" You looked at Ran with a confused expression. Then suddenly it hit you, of course, Ran would take that opportunity.

You looked away at Ran as you pretended to clean his baton. Trying to hide the spreading blush across your face. "You should finish that now."

"No." You felt Ran's hand on your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "Answer me."

"I-i...I don't know!" You closed your eyes.

"Then" You felt Ran's hot breath on your ears. "You'll know once we get home."

You opened your eyes. A cocky face of your boyfriend welcoming your sight.

Ran returned on his business of cleaning his gun. His smile was ten times wider than usual.

Maybe he can wait home. Or maybe he can take you right here.

To him, it's your fault anyway. Your shy state makes him absolutely go feral.

Rindou Haitani

A Bonten executive shall always have his strong and stoic composture. Everybody in the gang knows that.

Rindou knows he always has this bored-out expression in his eyes. A stoic facade that he maintains around his men and Bonten.

But don't be fooled.

Despite his serious aura, Rindou does joke around sometimes. Maybe he got it from Ran, but the man definitely knows how to tease sometimes when he's up for it. Only around you though.

However, there's something in it for him. Although he won't admit it, seeing you get shy around him turns a different switch inside him.

And now, he wants you to help him turn on that switch.

You two were currently stuck in Tokyo's traffic in one of his luxury cars while on your way to a restaurant that Rindou had reserved for you.

"Rindou, you know I'm fine with ordering to take out." You smiled at him while scrolling through your phone. "It says here that it'll still be traffic for 30 minutes or so because of an accident."

"No." Your boyfriend grabbed your palm with his right hand. "We'll go."

"Okay." You enclasped your hand with his. Playing and brushing through his fingertips.

Rindou took this opportunity to look at you. Your outfit hugging your perfect body just right.

You're ravishing.

"I didn't realize you have large hands until now." Your index finger brushing atop of his palm.

"Hmmm," Rindou smirked. Loving the way you were playing with his hands right now.

"Ehh... and you have such long fingers." You twisted your pinky with his. "Maybe this is a tall people thing."

Rindou looked at the traffic. Grinning in his inner thoughts as he thought of what you just said.

"Tall people not only have long fingers" Rindou stared at you, burning holes into your skin.

You suddenly let go of Rindou's hand. Realizing what he had just implied.

"Rindou!" You looked at your side of the seat. "You can't just say that!"

Rindou suddenly laughed. Something that surprised you as you're still not used to it.

"I meant...tall people have long legs, Y/N."

You turned around to look at your boyfriend. Rising your brows as you try to hide the blush on your cheeks. "I...I know! That's what I'm going to say." You crossed your arms with a pout.

"Now don't get bratty on me, Y/N." You felt a hand on your thigh. Sending shivers on your skin.

"What were you thinking?"

[yoongikapi]

overworking || ksj || oneshot

angst?/fluff

masterlist

you’re eyes continued to wander around the dark bedroom and they found their way to the digital clock on your nightstand. 3:17am it read. you sighed in frustration. your mind had been wandering for hours now and you were still unable to fall asleep. you decided to just continue working on your final paper. you got out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake your boyfriend and you made your way into the kitchen.

once there, you poured yourself a glass of water and opened up your laptop once again and continued to work. although you didnt make much progress until you heard your boyfriends footsteps coming from down the hall. you looked up and met his tired gaze. he glanced over to the clock and sighed as he glanced back at you.

“why are you awake baby?” jin asked and his tired voice croaked. he coughed and you handed him your water.

“i couldn’t sleep” you told him. he sighed deeply and shook his head.

“honey its too late for this, lets get some rest now okay?” he said outstretching his hand for you to take.

“just give me 15 more minutes, i really need to work on this.” you told him. however, he dropped his outstretched hand and he took a seat next to you instead.

“what are you doing?” you questioned him but he just rested his head on the table next to your laptop.

“i’m waiting here for you to be done”

you smiled at his actions, but you weren’t gonna let him sleep here.

“no seokjin, just go back to bed i’ll be there in a sec.” but he just shook his head in response.

“i’m not going unless you come back with me” he pouted.

you smiled and walked back to the room with him. after getting settled back in bed however, he pouted once again when he saw you open up your laptop to continue your work.

“no more for tonight, just focus on me now” he said and gently closed your laptop, then put it on his nightstand away from you.

“but i need to work on it” you told him and tried to grab it back but failed.

“and you can keep working on it tomorrow, but for now you need to rest. dont fight me on this babe.” he said with a slight stern tone.

you agreed, easily giving in to his words as you knew they were true.

you both got comfortable in bed, cuddling each other as he held your hand.

“thanks for looking out for me” you tiredly told him.

he smiled at your words and kissed your forehead. “of course baby, anything for you.”

[wh6res]

three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

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hurt/comfort ron fic? :)

AHHH thank you for the request. I haven't proof read it as I wanted to get it out as fast as possible for you! Warnings - overworking yourself, food related stuff as reader forgets to eat, a breakup and maybe a bit ooc ron since I haven't written for him in years. I hope you enjoy - please tell me what you think of it! Tunnelvision - Ron Weasley x Reader (hurt/comfort + word count 695)

'OWLs are next week. I am going to fail. OWLs are next week. I am going to fail.' A constant look of that for you don't know how long. Hermoine has came and went several times trying to get you into your dormroom even if its just to get you away from your desk, but you can't leave. Not yet. If you leave now you wont be prepared and you'll fail and you won't be able to do anything once you leave school and -

A slam on the desk makes you jump. You look up to see a pair of blue eyes glaring at you under a curtain of red. "Ron, you are in a library you can't just-" He cuts you off. "I can't just what? make sure my friend eats? You haven't left your chair in eight hours… I'm worried about you."

You look at the clock - you didn't realise time had moved that fast. It also explains your splitting headache since you haven't even left to go get water. Normally your boyfriend, well now ex, used to study with you and you would take breaks together. But you broke up last week. 'Maybe thats why I have been focusing on the exams more, that way I don't need to see him.' The realisation must be readable on your features as Ron starts to close your books and take them into his arms, making sure you can't grab them and sneak off somewhere else. Your stomach rumbles and when you go to stand you feel rather dizzy and tired, like you wanna sleep forever.

"Come with me and get something to eat, and don't lie to me by saying you aren't hungry. God I sound like my mother." He walks and you follow, leading you into the hall.

You both sit next to each other and start eating. Ron eats as if someone is going to steal it from him, most likely a habit he picked up from being younger than his brothers in a busy house. But you pick at your food, you feel more sick than hungry now that you have left it so long without having anything to eat. Ron notices and actually stops eating to your surprise. "Y/N, eat."

"I am full - do you want the rest of mine?"

He just stares at you with a straight face. "Your lies used to be more believeable, I just need you to eat something so you have enough energy to pass your OWLs."

'he is right i suppose i dont remember the last time i ate, i have been too focused on my exams to even notice when its meal times'

Once you start eating you actually realise how hungry you were, you eat as much as you feel you can and start to feel like you could just fall asleep right there and then. Ron looks at you, fork full of peas, and sees how tired you actually look. "C'mon lets go to the common room."

He takes you up all the stairs with your head leant against him. You barely notice when you end up on the couch with the fire on and blankets wrapped around you. You look up from your comfy couch nest to see Ron coming towards you with a glass of water. You move your legs to let him sit by them. As he's setting down the glass on a nearby coffee table he starts. "You know, asking for help doesn't make you weak you know? I am here for you, we all are. Hell I needed to ask you to kill that spider last week." He shivers at the thought of its many legs. "I know you are worried about exams but you're the smartest person I know, just don't tell Hermoine." That makes you laugh. "We can stay here for as long as you want, we don't have to talk if you don't want to. But I am here for you no matter what okay?" He stayed with you until you fell asleep that night, still on the couch, and it was the best nights sleep you may have had in weeks.

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hiluuu! can i request a scenario/drabble for tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, and akaashi where they're in a heated argument with their fem!s/o, then she suddenly faints? turns out she had a fever since the morning and hid it from them but got worse during their fight?

their s/o faints during a heated argument

with tsukishima k, kuroo t, oikawa t, akaashi k

a/n: thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy, im sorry this took forever?????? they get longer each one omg

tsukishima k

you don't even remember why you both are fighting, as he sips another insult your headache gets worse. as you don't say anything just raise your hand to your head he gets even more frustrated. "can you at least act like your age, ignoring me isn't going to resolve the issue." he says not noticing how your body starts to shuffle as you try and keep your balance. rolling his eyes turning to the door, "im not going to deal with this today-" before he can finish he hears a loud thud, turning around he sees your body on the floor. rushing to the floor next to you, "y/n?" bringing his hands up to your head, biting his lip cursing at himself in his head. picking up and lays you down in the bed as he gets water and a towel. when you wake up again you notice youre in bed, trying to sit up youre pushed back down. “don't do that, that wasn't cool” he says in a low tone, handing you a glass and some medicine. taking them both with a nod, “thank you kei and im sorry” you say handing the glass back to him, setting it down on the table he takes your hand. gently kissing the back of it and resting his head on your hand. “why are you on the floor?” you softly smile at him hearing a small ‘shut up.’

kuroo t

the fight started because he started to prioritize the volleyball team more than you. it didnt bother you that he stayed late, went early to practice, it didnt bother you until he started canceling plans with you. he told you repeatedly he would spend more time with you, today not being any different waiting in the rain in front of the cafe you both decided to eat at. not until 10 minutes had passed you went back to the school, walking to the gym with angry steps you opened the door roughly. the whole team looking at you soaking wet, frozen for a second he walks over to you. “y/n what are you doing here?” he says in an annoyed tone. “don't give me that bullshit tetsurō, we had plans today i waited for you to only be stood up again, are you even serious about this? us?” you say motioning your hand between him and you. rolling his eyes and he huffs, “can you stop being dramatic? im a captain this team needs me i didnt know you could be so selfish” widening your eyes at him, trying to catch your breath you close your eyes. “selfish? me selfish? you have some nerve i'll be leaving since i dont wanna bother the captain and his team” you say sarcastically, stepping back outside you start coughing. kuroo following behind you, “this conversation isn't done yet” he says grabbing your wrist, turning you around and his eyes widen. “y/n? you look pale are you okay?” he says as he does your eyes roll back and your legs give out. taking you in his arms he rushed inside asking the guys to grab towels to dry you off. sitting down on the floor with you in between his legs, he holds you close feeling guilty. feeling you stir awake he kisses your cheek, “im so sorry babe this is my fault, if i had just been there you wouldnt have been waiting in the rain” he says hugging you tighter. “im serious about us more than anything. i'll try harder to put more effort into our relationship. “i trust you tetsu and do you have any medicine? my heads killing me” you say smiling, he smiles and hands you a bottle of pills and a water.

oikawa t

sitting on the couch, rubbing your temples. “tooru can we please talk about this? youve been ignoring me all day” you say looking at him as he paces the room. “oh now you wanna talk? i thought you were too busy with iwa to notice me” he said stopping to look at you. “wow why are you so mad? what does iwaizumi have to do with this?” you say giving him a confused face as you rest your hand on the back of the couch. “y/n why dont you just date him huh? you obviously like him so much, why are you even with me?” he says getting louder each word. “literally what?” you saying this getting him more frustrated. sighing at those words he runs his hands through his hair, “i saw you both hugging if i knew you were just jumping my friends maybe i what've listened to all those girls.” “okay now what the actual fuck tooru? i can't hug a friend all of a sudden? did you just imply that i am cheating? i cannot believe you” you say feeling your anger bubble up, he opens his mouth to say something. “no no! because how dare you, you have girls all over you everywhere trying to take pictures and give you gifts, you expect me to worship the ground like they do dont you? guess what im not, you dont get to accuse me of cheating because i hugged someone that someone being your closest friend just what person do you take me as huh?” you say getting up fast, maybe too fast as the pounding in your head gets louder. leaning your weight on the couch as you continue, “me and iwaizumi share one simple goal and thats to keep your ass in line, all those late nights and you overworking yourself, you not coming to anyone for help and your bratty ass attitude hes the only one who'll help me deal with you, im not gonna let you blame him because all hes done is help you.” you say getting the strength to get closer to him as you try and take a step your legs falter. his initial reaction to everything you said had his eyes widened and mouth agape, seeing you almost fall sent him over to you trying to help. “no i can do i-” you say as you start to fall and everything goes black. opening your eyes slowly you feel something cool on your head, “hey youre up” a voice says softly. looking over to see tooru next to you as he grabs your hand, before you could say anything else he speaks up. “let me talk for a bit yeah?” he asks as he looks at your joined hands, whispering a soft “okay” he continues. “im sorry, im sorry for not noticing you weren't feeling good, im sorry for saying you cheated, im sorry for yelling, i just got insecure after i heard some girls talk about how cute you and iwa look and seeing you both hug like that just set me off” he says lifting your hands and kisses your knuckles. “i like how you dont worship the ground i step on, i like how you fight back but when i need you most youre always there. i appreciate everything you and iwa do, i love you y/n.” he finishes and looks at you with teary eyes, pulling him down into a hug you whisper “i love you too.”

akaashi k

now arguing with him isnt a normal thing, usually you both can speak calmly and work it out. he gets frustrated because you're not listening and he's been having a stressed week and just kinda blows up. sighing as he runs his hands through his hair, breathing in and out slowly trying to calm himself down. you roll your eyes, “keiji im fine can you just leave me alone, you dont have to treat me like a baby- '' before you could finish he lets out a small mocking laugh. “i wouldnt treat you like one if you didnt act like one, y/n grow up and take some responsibility so /i/ dont have to be the bad guy, the stressed one, the one who has to take care of you.” staring at him with wide eyes he continues, “you wanted me to stop treating you like a baby stop looking so shocked.” you feel a tickle in your throat, trying to hold it in hoping if youre quiet enough you could sneak away. ultimately failing and having a coughing fit you feel your legs get wobbly. “were you trying to hold it in? so childish” he says looking away about to walk off, turning his head to look at you before he walks away he sees your eyes roll back. you wake up on the couch with a wet towel and a blanket on you, slowly sitting up and looking towards the kitchen you see akaashi quietly making you food. looking back at the table you see a glass and some medicine. taking the items and washing them down alerted akaashi to you being awake, rushing to you he looks down at his hands as he picks at them. “how are you feeling?” he asks quietly, you answer with a quick “fine.” sitting on the side of the couch he faces you, “im sorry theres really no excuse for the way i acted i just i hate seeing you trying to be okay when youre not.” scooting closer you rest your head on his shoulder, “if what its worth i like when you baby me” smiling at you he kisses your forehead. “i'll remember that.”

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[giggly-squiggily]

Hmm imma request smth from Free! if that's ok with you, can you do a tk fight between nao and natsuya? I love their friendship so much it hurts-

So I just started season 3 of Free! I love them already from the movie, but god- Natsuya and Nao stole my heart! (Might have started shipping them whoops-) I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

“What do you think of this?”

“.........”

“Natsuya?”

“...........”

“Na~Tsu~Ya~?”

“.............”

“So anyway, I was really surprised when Ikuya told me. I never imagined him and Hiyori-”

“HUH?” Natsuya gaped, eyes widening in shock, the pencil he was balancing in his upper lip falling against the wooden table. “Ikyua and Hiyori what? Wait…Nao.”

His friend only laughed, a gentle smile on his lips as he shook his head fondly. “See what happens when you don’t pay attention? You miss out on some pretty juicy gossip.”

“Yeah yeah, sure. I bet it’s really juicy.” Natsuya rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a chuckle as he turned back to his work. He really should be studying for college exams- hence why he and Nao met up in the first place.

Instead, his mind was on the boys and swimming. Specifically on ways they could improve as time goes on. On top of that- he was thinking about things outside of swimming; how Ikuya was holding up.

They were going to be high schoolers soon. That’s a big change.

Would his brother be okay?

“You're doing it again.” Nao pointed out softly. “I can see the gears in your head turning a mile a minute. Worrying about this and that.”

“I’m not worried.” Natsuya was in fact worried.

“Can I say something that might tick you off?” Nao rested his chin in his hand, watching the other. “I think it’s really sweet how much you care for Ikyua, but I think even he would agree you're overworking yourself.”

“Oh hush, I’m not even a fraction overworked.” Natsuya dismissed him, even as a hand crept up to push his bangs out of his face. Perhaps the gesture was a little too tense. “This? This is me excelling.”

“If excelling means developing gray hairs before college, you're doing great.”

“Oh like you're one to talk, High School Grandpa.” Natsuya huffed. “I bet you carry little candies for the kids in your pockets.”

There was silence. When Natsuya looked up, Nao was watching him.

“Too soon?” He asked, smiling cheekily.

“Hm.” Nao hummed.

“Nao?” Natsuya felt himself starting to laugh as he watched his friend put down his things, shuffling around the short table.

“I don’t like that look in your eyes.” Natsuya leaned away slightly, fighting down a smile.

“Good.” Nao replied, and then he was tickling him.

“GAH! AHehahahahahahha! Gahahhad, noohohohohoho! Nahhahahhao!” Natsuya cackled, falling backwards as his friend squeezed his sides, pinching and prodding along the skin. “Ihihihiihihm shahahhahhaharry!”

“Are you really? It doesn’t sound like you are.” Nao shook his head fondly as he continued to gently pinch along his friend’s waist. “You still sound too cheeky for my liking.”

“Lihihihihike yoohohohu dohoohohn’t love ihihiihihit-pfft gehahahahhaha, Nahahhahao!” Natsuya spasmed with a boost of giggle, trying in vain to grab the hands now clawing gently at his ribs. “Noohohohohot the rihihihihiihbs!”

“Not the ribs? You don’t want me to tickle all these little bones? Not these?” Nao reached down, pressing into a sensitive space just below. “Or these?” He skittered his fingers up towards the back, making Natsuya shriek. “Or perhaps you don’t want me to tickle these?” He brought his hands back towards his flanks, vibrating his fingers against the thin t-shirt. “You’ll have to me more specific Natsuya~”

“STahhhhhhahahhhahhah gehahhahahhhahahahha!” Natsuya was a mess of mirth, twisting this way and that as he tried and failed to shove Nao’s hands away. “Nahahhahhhahahao plehahhahahahhahse!”

“Please what?”

“Stahahhahahahap!”

“Dont~?”

“Tihiihiihiihickle meheheheehehhehe!” Natsuya squeaked, blanching when he realized he fell for the old trap. “Nohohoohooho! Dohoohohohn’t!”

“Well, if you insist!” Nao winked before shooting his hands upward, clawing at his armpits and going for what he remembered to be Natsuya’s worst spot. Immediately the brunette was howling, flailing this way and that beneath Nao’s fingers. “Are you really sorry?”

“YEHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHS!”

“Truly?”

“I AHAHHAHAHAHHAM!”

“Hmm….for real?”

“NAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAO HEHEHEHHEHEELP!”

“Okay okay.” Nao snickered as he finally pulled his hands back, watching the other boy curl up in a ball. “I suppose I can forgive you. For now.”

“Heh…hehehehe…hehe…e-evil!” Natsuya huffed, running a hand through his hair as he glared at the other. “I’m gohohonna get you bahack.”

“Sure you are.” Nao replied sweetly, reaching out and petting Natsuya’s leg. “Shame really- I’m not ticklish.”

Natsuya sat up, eyes suddenly gleaming. “Bet.” He moved too quickly for the other, worming his fingers into Nao’s sides and earning a string of soft giggles. “Not ticklish my ass!”

“Nahahhahahahtsuya, oohoohokay!” Nao giggled weakly, pushing at the other’s chest. Natsuya was about to give his ribs the same treatment when his hands brushed something bumpy. Blinking, he stuck his hand into Nao’s pocket, pulling out-

A handful of Jolly Ranchers.

Nao and Natsuya blinked at the candy.

“Okay…maybe I sneak the kids candy after practice.” Nao confessed, earning a whooping cackle from Natsuya as the brunette fell back into laughter once more. “I FREEHEHHEHAKING KNEW IT!” He howled, utterly delighted.

He was once again tickled by the other, a rather flushed looking Nao showing no mercy.

Totally worth it.

I hope this was good!

[catcze]

(remember to rest yourself and drink water and eat food so dont starve and pretty please rest like dont do this req immediately pls rest dont overwork yourself like ganyu-) aye imma req the stronK wing req with other chatacters - hmm albedo, zhongli and traveller ? (aether ? your choice really !!)

-pretty boi anon ♥️ (im so proud of myself rn thats my first anon thing-)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !! ⠀

「 FEAT : 」Zhongli, Albedo x Male Reader

「 ### : 」 Fluff !!

「 CWS : 」 Reader has wings??? 

Aw omg thanks so much pretty boi 💞����  and really??! omg im so honored to be the first blog with you as their anon!! I can totally do your request! Good choice btw, i absolutely love the geo characters 💞

Note from future Catte: deleted Aether’s part, since i’m no longer going to be writing for him, and I wouldn’t want people to think that i still do!

Kaeya, Diluc & Childe ver.

⠀ 「 ZHONGLI 」

Sticking w/ the narrative that you’re an adeptus / illuminated beast, it makes sense that you’d be familiar with Zhongli! Considering how you stick around humans like Ganyu or Yanfei, it shouldn’t be too unusual to see you around Liyue harbor with the archon-turned-funeral consultant.

Zhongli being Zhongli, he probably is super learned when it comes to maintaining your wings. Every now and then, he’ll have you sit on a stool in front of him while he stands behind you, preening your wings and correcting any misaligned feathers. He probably goes on tangents and talks about anything while he does this lmao.

He would accompany you when you buy oils to care for your wings! Although he probably wouldn’t be able to pay for it for you, he’d still be able to help you choose the best ones for your feathers.

He doesn’t treat you any differently, since he isn’t surprised or shocked that you have wings (since, you know, he was / is Rex Lapis) so he’d treat you as normally as he would anyone else.

Ik this can sound anticlimactic, but in your experience, when you go to places or meet people who have never seen a winged being not trying to do any harm, they’re usually so surprised, and may distance themselves from you in caution, or they may be too chummy with you in curiosity.

Zhongli treating your wings as if they were just a regular part of you –nothing to make a fuss about, nothing to gawk over– is such a breath of fresh air.

If he has an errand to run in the wild to procure things for funerals, you usually come with him. 

One of the reasons why he invites you is because you typically make the gathering easier, and a little less risky to his mortal form. After all, with your wings, he doesn’t have to risk his own wellbeing scaling cliffs for qinxin flowers or violet grass.

Your wings and your expert control makes it all too easy for you to fly him and yourself up to wherever he needs to go, and despite the strength of each flap of your wings, you’re careful to not blow away and damage any of the flora he needs.

But a big big big reason why he’d he’d want you around is because you’re always so enthusiastic to listen to his stories, and you always remember the details he tells you, too. Its not often that this happens–– sometimes some Liyue women would try to converse with him in hopes of catching his interest, but they typically gave up whenever he would begin his long-winded explainations.

That’s why he was pleasantly surprised when he met you (who was not of the female populus!!! How rare!1!1) who was so happy to listen to him. Funny enough, it was this that actually made him interested in you. Zhongli is very glad for your presence, too, and he never fails to bring you along with him.

⠀ 「 ALBEDO 」

Albedo would be so curious about your wings!

When he first meets you, he’s cordial and polite ofc, but its so obvious that he can’t keep his eyes off your wings. You’re probably the first adeptus / illuminated beast he’s ever met.

He probably won’t ask you if you’re willing to let him run some tests on you right off the bat tho, since he’s worried you might say no. When you two are more acquainted, then he’ll ask!

He’s a little shy and hesitant too, not wanting to intimidate you with the words ‘test’ or ‘experiments.’ Listen to his voice line where he asks the traveller if he can do some research on Paimon–– same vibe. 

He’ll be so excited if you accept, even if he doesn’t show i! DOing experiments and gathering data on you and your wings becomes his top priority, and he schedules it with you ASAP.

He’s sure to bring you somewhere where you wont be bothered and where you can fully stretch out your wings. Maybe dragonspine, or somewhere near Wolvendom.

The experiments and data Albedo wants to gather isn’t insane–– he mostly wants to know things like your maximum speed, you initial velocity, the shape of your wings + how they affect your flight, the strength behind your wings, how well you can control them and the like.

At one point when you take a small break, you offer to carry him! he accepts ofc because this can be a learning experience, but he really really enjoys it! He’s so enamored by the brids-eye view of the landscape that only you (and he, right now) could see. He’ll probably ask you to fly him up again, just so that he could sketch it!

Speaking of, he’d ask you if its okay to sketch your wings, too, so he can get an idea of how they work. If you’re alright with it, he’ll ask you to remove your shirt so he can see where the wings connect to your back. 

Albedo spends so much time sketching and asking you to pose your wings in different ways, so he can see the extent of their flexibility. He probably touches them, if you’re down, to see what the textures and hardness of the feathers are like. 

Honestly, the experience and looking back at the sketches really highlights to him how astounding your form was.

He’ll probably ask if you have any similarities in terms of behaviour with male birds of other species, and it’s up to you to discuss the similarities and differences with him.

While you two are up in Dragonspine, you get concerned about him getting cold, since you’re easily warmed by your personal cocoon of feathers, so you bring Albedo into your chest and into the blanket of your wings to warm him up. Both of you enjoy it immensely.