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sodaneko · 6 months ago

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EXOPLANETS ; Iwaizumi x gn!reader

five times Iwaizumi almost kisses you and one time he does

contains: gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), strangers to lovers, 5+1 things, fluff, mutual pining, diy tattoos, alcohol mention, weed mention, Oikawa mention, shotgunning, five slightly suggestive lines if you squint, a lot of easter eggs and cross-references. written as a gift for @eggyrocks ♡

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✧. ┊⁭ ONE

It’s Kyotani’s birthday party and you’re sitting outside on the fire escape, covered in five buckets of fake blood and rolling yourself a cigarette. The wind is icy on your face and the air would smell like early snow if it wasn’t for the dubious popcorn experiments happening in the kitchen right now. You weren’t allowed to smoke inside anymore after someone set one of the dried up houseplants a little bit on fire when stubbing out a cigarette on it (it was just once but the pot was fuming for two days and a half).

Kyotani always brings a mix of the strangest people together. There’s you and your other fellow students from your gender studies class, then guys from his former highschool volleyball team. There is also a bunch of men with face tattoos and a criminal record from his underground fight club (who are currently nailing the choreo to Rihanna in Just Dance), some nerds he met at a Pokémon TCG tournament (you and him once bought a hundred booster packs together while high and he thought he could recover from the financial ruin by winning one of these things) and the small group of housewives from his DND group who he meets once a month.

It’s unclear why Kyotani asked everyone to dress up for this but you’re not mad about having an occasion to drench yourself in fake blood and call it a night. In true Patrick Bateman fashion you also spent hours with excessive skin care prior to the party while you watched your best friend and roommate Atsumu zip himself up in the skimpiest maid outfit you’ve ever seen. It may be early December but that wouldn’t hold him back from showing off his thighs and a bit of his ass cheeks–maybe at heart he was just a 2000s British party girl trapped in the body of a 6’3 athlete. You shared the same cheap cherry lip gloss before heading out in the cold.

A few drinks into the night and your head starts to hurt, which is when you retreat outside through the kitchen window to your usual spot on the fire escape. With the rolled cigarette dangling from your lips, you pat down the pockets of your suit in search of a lighter. You let out a frustrated groan when you realize you lent it to two guys dressed as Melody and Kuromi and that you’ll probably never get it back, which sucked because it had a kitty cat leaning on an eight-ball while smoking on it and you got it for free from your local conbini girl in exchange for a hand-crocheted triangle bikini top.

Someone taps your shoulder and you almost drop your cigarette if it wasn’t for the stranger’s quick reflexes, catching it for you before it would be gone with the wind. His fingers tilt your chin up a little and he puts the cigarette back between your lips. You look up and meet the gaze of Inuyasha.

Or well, a guy dressed as Inuyasha, but it might as well be your childhood crush come to life. Tan skin, sharp snaggleteeth that weren’t part of the costume but still fitting, and a pair of eyes that feel like they’re piercing straight through you. Your stomach does the little flip thing and you briefly wonder what was in the drinks you let Atsumu mix for you, but that was something to ponder on later. For now you only stare back at him, nodding when he asks if the seat next to you is free.

He sits down close to you and then reaches for something hidden in his sleeve and pulls out–your lighter.

“Sorry about my friends. They have a knack for never returning things,” he huffs and you snatch the lighter from him, your face cracking into a smile.

“Very noble of you,” you say, then hold up the light for him when he reaches for the cigarette behind his ear and puts it between his lips as well. His hand comes to cup yours to shield the flame from the wind and for a second your faces are close, so close, before you lean back again, taking a deep inhale of your cig.

“Cool costume. You watch a lot of movies? Me too,” he says and rests his chin on one palm, looking at you. There’s something about his gaze that makes you feel drawn to him and you briefly wonder what he’d look like without the cheap white wig and also if he’d keep the costume on if you were to hook up with him and ask him nicely about it.

“Is that so? Name every movie then,” you retort and it makes him laugh. Fuck. He has a really nice laugh.

You lean over and brush a few strands of the plastic hair behind his ears because the combination of the wind and the lit cigarette seems like a potential fire hazard (you learned a lot about fire hazards this year) and you’d kinda hate to see him combust too soon.

What you don’t expect is him leaning in, almost nuzzling his face into your palm when you do, and looking back at you with a flicker that can only be described as drunk and lovesick. It makes your heart stumble in your ribcage a little.

“Or you can just tell me your name. Unless you want me to save your contact as ‘Inuyasha’ in my phone. I can do that too,” you add when you pull your hand away, as if you’ve burned yourself by getting a bit too close to the sun. You put your cigarette between your lips and pull out your phone, tapping the screen a few times before glancing up at him again.

“It’s Iwaizumi. Hajime Iwaizumi.”

You think a lot about kissing Hajime Iwaizumi for the rest of the night.

✧. ┊⁭ TWO

Osamu and Suna share the apartment directly below yours and when they text you that they made weed brownies, you didn’t really think about just how many of them they made. Together with Atsumu you shuffle downstairs, not expecting a bunch of other people to be there. Maybe then you would’ve worn something that wasn’t Atsumu’s old highschool club shirt and a pair of velour track pants you bedazzled yourself so it would read “soup” across your butt, but here you are.

“Is this some kind of side business now?”, you ask Suna when you pull him aside. He has the biggest, shit-eating grin known to man plastered across his face and shakes his head.

“A bunch of guys from his culinary school said they didn’t know how to bake weed brownies and Osamu offered to teach them, and somehow it turned into a ‘bring your own weed, get a tray of brownies’ party,” he replies and leans a little closer to you, which you know means he has a piece of juicy gossip to share. “One guy here totally got scammed, too. Spent ¥24,000 on some, can you believe?”

You almost choke on the piece of brownie in your hand. Osamu pressed it faithfully into your palm the moment you entered the kitchen, knowing he could trust you with it. Both of you had a very loose definition of trust–to Osamu it meant believing you won’t be dumb enough to eat more than one piece of the brownies, to you it meant you won’t change the contact names in his phones to soup ingredients again, no matter how high, and you both respected that.

“What, was it gold-dusted or something?” You cough and laugh, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes while Suna pats your back with empathy. “What a guy. Introduce us, I need to add him to my dream blunt rotation.”

Your eyes follow the direction Suna is nodding at, somewhere in the living room, and you meet the gaze of Iwaizumi Hajime slash Inuyasha from the fire escape. You start laughing again and head over to him, the sulk written all over his face.

“Not a word. I know, I know,” he groans when he makes space for you next to him on the couch. You squeeze in beside him and hug your knees to your chest, then catch the pillow he’s throwing at you when you can’t stop laughing the second you look at him.

“It’s okay. Actually, it’s kinda cute.” “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” “So what if I do?”

Iwaizumi huffs again and his arm just happens to be behind you on the couch, his fingertips ghosting over your shoulder. Appreciate it, he grumbles, and eventually his face softens when you start telling him some anecdotes of your high life that definitely make the ¥24,000 weed purchase seem a little less dramatic.

It’s loud in the apartment, with music blasting and people chattering, but you barely register any of it; too absorbed by his eyes that dart to your lips every now and then, and his tongue poking out from between his lips when he does, and the rattling desire in your chest that he could kiss you right here, right now.

His fingers grab your chin and tilt your face up again, just like they did last time on the fire escape, except now he’s brushing over the corners of your mouth, collecting a few crumbs that were still there. He brings them to his lips, licking them off in one clean swipe of his tongue, and you’re pretty sure you’d let him devour you.

✧. ┊⁭ THREE

Mattsun–the Kuromi from Kyotani’s party–and his friends from the forensics science department are hosting an Addams Family themed christmas party on their floor of the dorm and this time you don’t make the mistake of giving your lighter away. Atsumu is on a noble mission to “get laid by one of the goths” and you’re on your own, but not for long.

“Oh, it’s you! Almost didn’t recognize you without all the fake blood,” Makki–the Melody from Kyotani’s party–shouts across the room when he spots you in the crowd and squeezes past all the people to clink his drink against yours. “You left quite the impression.”

“That so?”, you ask with a raised eyebrow and Makki gives you a boyish grin. You already have a feeling where this conversation is heading.

“Hajime won’t shut up about you. Like, ever,” he says and links his arm with yours, dragging you to the other end of the hallway. “He’s here too, by the way. Last time I saw him he was winning some kind of arm wrestling contest, but if you ask me people just wanted to ogle at his biceps. Can you blame them?”

Speaking of the devil, you find Iwaizumi stumbling out of the bathroom, stilling when he sees you. His hoodie is tied around his waist and he’s wearing some baggy jeans and a tight, sleeveless compression shirt that does show off his arms nicely. Very nicely. So nicely you forget what to say for a brief second.

Makki shoves you into Iwaizumi’s arms before heading off somewhere else, probably asking Mattsun to push him against the nearest wall, and you’re alone with the boy again. He caught you by your shoulders, his hands now resting on top of them while he looks you up and down. You wonder if he’ll do the chin thing again, and maybe if third time’s a charm and he’s gonna kiss you tonight for real.

Instead he asks, “do you want to check out the tattoo station they set up in the other room?” and because your impulse control has vanished the moment you entered his orbit, you agree without a second thought. Maybe not even a first thought. Ten minutes later you’re wearing a pair of black latex gloves and hover over Iwaizumi who is lying shirtless on his back in front of you.

“Kinda sad you don’t want a tramp stamp. It’d look good on you,” you sigh with feigned annoyance while rubbing an alcohol soaked pad over his hip bones to disinfect that part, trying hard to keep your eyes pinned on there, but it’s kind of an impossible thing to ask of you. It would be a shame if you didn’t appreciate the canvas in front of you.

“Maybe next time,” Iwaizumi exclaims with the confidence of a man who simply doesn’t do the whole ordeal of regretting. It’s admirable, really. “And I let you pick the design of this one, didn’t I?”

That he did. You drew a wonky oval shape on the stencil paper which was kind of impressive as it was, given the drinks you had prior to that. Iwaizumi took the pencil from you and added a similar one, overlapping with yours.

“That’s two eggs,” you muttered, tilting your head to the side and trying hard to focus–which again, was a hard task at hand, given that Iwaizumi leaned over your shoulder shirtless. He smelled nice. You noticed that the first time you met already. Something between fresh laundry, a spritzer of YSL Y on the side of his nape and a hint of sweat, but not unpleasant. It made you want to dig your teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder.

“It’s a heart, dumbass,” Iwaizumi huffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, second to how much both of you were thinking about kissing the other.

✧. ┊⁭ FOUR

When Kenma invited you over to his place for the Bouncing Ball winter party, you were promised free unlimited food and a goodie bag, but all you got was ancient rage and a badly rolled cigarette passed back and forth between Iwaizumi and you.

“I will fucking kill Oikawa with my bare hands,” you mutter under your breath and squeeze the can of lychee soda (branded with the Bouncing Ball logo) that you’re holding a little tighter.

“Believe me, I’ve tried many times in the past but this bastard always comes back. Like some demon lord or something.” Iwaizumi takes an angry drag of the cigarette before holding it between your lips again. His fingers brush lightly against your skin when he does and it’s the only thing that calms you down a little.

“Like. The blue shell right before the finish line felt so personal, right?”

Kenma had sent both of you into timeout outside when you almost flung the unstrapped Wii remote towards the flatscreen and Iwaizumi might or might have not punched a hole into the shoji door after Oikawa won the third round of Mario Kart in a row and was being awfully smug about it.

You’re sitting on the backstairs together, huddled close to each other from the cold and the unspoken desire to kiss the other one stupid. With every minute you spend like this your anger vaporizes little by little, until all you can feel is the body heat radiating off Iwaizumi’s body and how calloused his hand is when he takes yours into his.

He’s wearing the hat you crocheted for him, an apology for the crooked hand poked tattoo you gave him a few days prior to today which now adorned his hip bone. At least it wasn’t infected which was a tiny miracle given the circumstances. His face lit up when you handed the hat to him, wrapped in some tin foil because neither you nor Atsumu own gift paper and that’s the most festive you could do with the utensils you had at hand. At least you threw in a little bit of confetti which was now stuck in his dark hair.

You pick some of it off his strands and Iwaizumi leans a little closer. It reminds you a lot of a big cat asking for head scratches.

“‘s nice, with you,” he mumbles without looking at you and gives your hand a small squeeze. His thumb rubs over your knuckles with unexpected gentleness and your head sinks against his shoulder.

“Really nice,” you agree quietly, allowing yourself to close your eyes.

The moment could have been perfect. Just the two of you, the stubbed out cigarette at your feet and the sweet taste of artificial lychee on your lips, the slowly falling snow. If only it wasn’t for the backdoor being flung open again, carrying the chatter and the music from inside towards you and a too familiar voice that will surely haunt your nightmares chirping “yahoo~”, making Iwaizumi next to you groan in agony.

You spend the rest of the night losing another ten rounds of Mario Kart and Oikawa manifests as your sleep paralysis demon from now on, but at least you got to hold Iwaizumi’s hand under the table a little longer.

✧. ┊⁭ FIVE

Hinata is back home from his semester abroad in Brazil. He texted the groupchat a photo of him (wow, he got really tan and buff, you think) and the three giant boxes of oranges that he brought with him and invited everyone over for an impromptu reunion party at his place.

It’s not as excessive as other parties of your friends, more of a get together that lasts an entire weekend with everyone dropping by and going as they please, as long as they take a few oranges with them.

You quite literally ran into Iwaizumi on your way there, your hands full with a bunch of books you borrowed from the library prior to that and him almost crashing into you when he skated around the corner on his longboard. He wore the hat you crocheted him again (with less confetti this time) and offered you his scarf and a ride. You almost wish Hinata would live at the other end of the world just so you’d have an excuse to sit cross-legged on his board in front of him while he pushes it slowly for a little longer.

Maybe he’ll give you a ride home if you ask him nicely. Maybe the right words would fall out of your mouth this time. Maybe he’ll kiss you on the threshold, with his fingers tracing your jaw and your lips parting for him so willingly.

At Hinata’s place you find your way underneath the kotatsu with Iwaizumi by your side. The air smells like hot punch and christmas cookies and you listen for hours to Hinata talking about the things he experienced while abroad. You swipe through photos on his tablet while around you people come and go, and the entire time Iwaizumi sits so close to you that your knees keep touching underneath the table. Occasionally his hand brushes over the small of your back or pulls you a little closer towards him when someone else squeezes beside you, his touch lingering but never overbearing.

It’s getting late and you should probably go home soon, considering the last looming deadline you still had to tackle before your winter break, but it’s not easy to peel yourself away from Iwaizumi. Not when he draped his jacket over your shoulders and his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, and especially not when he starts peeling oranges for you and starts pushing the slices directly between your lips when you’re too lazy to lift your head.

You watch him quietly as he does, his fingers that are usually a little bruised and roughed up now impossibly gentle as he digs through the citrus skin, peeling away layer after layer. It’s beautiful, you think. He’s beautiful. You wonder if he could do the same to you, tearing through every bit of resistance you put up to protect your heart, or maybe if it was already bare in front of him the entire time, ready for him to sink his teeth into your flesh.

You hope he’ll peel a thousand more oranges for you in this lifetime.

✧. ┊⁭ ONE, AGAIN

It’s winter solstice and Atsumu and you decide to host one last party at your home before the year ends. Together you go out to buy liquor and one mistletoe (for the festive spark of it all) but the lady from the flower store insists you take all of them for free since they’re closing soon and she would throw them out anyway. So now there’s around fifty mistletoes hanging from every ceiling of your apartment and the entire hallway of your floor, and you briefly wonder just how many mistletoes it would take for Iwaizumi to kiss you tonight.

Osamu begrudgingly agrees to prepare some food since you’d end up raiding their fridge around 2AM anyway if he doesn’t, meanwhile Suna shows you some paparazzi-esque photos on his phone that he took of Iwaizumi and you over the span of this month. For once you’re grateful that he snaps a photo of everything and everyone, because swiping through these makes your heart do a little flip in your chest.

There’s one with both of you smoking on the fire escape, leaning in close to catch the flame of the lighter. You with your legs thrown over his lap on their couch while waiting for the weed brownies, his arm resting behind you on the couch. The moment when Iwaizumi takes his tight compression shirt off in front of you (it’s slightly blurry and Suna blames it on the goths and their shitty lighting). Iwaizumi and you pinning Oikawa to the floor and a Wii controller on the verge of becoming a murder weapon. You napping with your head on top of your folded arms, a plate with some orange peel in front of you, Iwaizumi’s hand in the back of your neck while looking down at you fondly.

To be adored by Iwaizumi Hajime feels tender and mellow. There’s something magical about it; never loud or overwhelming, and yet never leaving room for doubt how he does love you with his entire being. It comes to him as natural as breathing. A love as toasty warm like a black cat basking in the sun, storing sunshine in every fibre of your soul.

When you open the door for him later that night, he hugs you longer than usual, his arms caging you in his embrace. He murmurs something about all these mistletoes against the shell of your ear and you laugh.

“I think it’s a dumb tradition, but they’re quite beautiful, aren't they?”, you ask and Iwaizumi pulls back slightly to look at you, his hand cupping one side of your face now.

“More than just beautiful,” he mumbles, not talking about the mistletoes.

You learn that night that Iwaizumi doesn’t dance (other than Oikawa and Atsumu who are currently destroying the Dance Dance Revolution dance pads in the living room), but he’ll happily spend hours watching you do your DJ thing. Anything as long as he can be in your proximity. He’s leaning back in the chair in the corner behind your pult, a cold Tiger beer in one hand, his chin resting on the other and his gaze never leaving you. It’s like he’s your personal bouncer for the night. You quite like that. It’s an oddly protective gesture but it makes you feel warm and giddy.

“Someone just asked me if they can snort protein powder off my biceps,” he tells you when you return from the bathroom back to his side. He holds up a cigarette he rolled for you meanwhile. You lean down and let him put it between your lips before he reaches for your lighter stored in his pocket.

“And did you let them?”, you ask, your face illuminated for the flick of a second when he lights up the cigarette for you. You’re standing between his spread legs and Iwaizumi reaches for your hips, making you stumble a little closer to where he was sitting. His chest is heaving now, his pupils dilating when he lets his eyes wander over you. You’ve seen this expression before, you think. It’s been the same from when you touched him for the first time, back then on the fire escape.

“Told them I was already taken,” he murmurs, almost not audible, and even in the dim light you can see the tip of his ears dusted in a dark pink color. His eyes flick up to yours and his expression is something between pleading and demanding. Oh.

How brazen.

He lets out a labored breath when you push him back in his chair, making room for you to straddle his hips. His hands find your thighs, fingers digging into your supple flesh and it’s clear that he doesn’t plan on letting you go for the rest of the night. Or, forever maybe.

You take a long drag of your cigarette and this time it’s you cupping his chin, tilting it up and hovering above him. Iwaizumi doesn’t need to be told what to do, his head falling back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly before he parts his lips and lets you blow a mouthful of smoke into his lungs. It’s greedy, how he swallows it so willingly, watching you through half-lidded eyes. Hungry. Begging. Adoring.

He’s in love with you like no one else ever was.

“I need to kiss you or else I’m going insane.”

His voice is hoarse, strained. As if he is clinging to the last bit of his resistance and sanity. In one swift movement he snatches the cigarette from your lips with one hand and carelessly drowns it in his half-empty beer bottle, his other hand wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him again.

“Please,” he huffs and it sounds like he’s pierced with ten swords, in agony over not feeling your lips against his. “Pretty please.”

Your arms wrap around him and you kiss him. During the longest night of the year it’s like the sun is rising just for you. You don’t think, just let the feeling wash over you as your body melts against his. Iwaizumi lets out a quiet growl and kisses you back, gently at first, until your tongue slides against his and his calloused hands against your bare skin start trembling slightly. He’s using every ounce of self-restraint so he wouldn’t devour you on the spot. He knows you’d let him and that is a problem.

“Took you long enough,” you mumble against his lips once you pull apart to breathe, which could have been an hour later or a lifetime. Time becomes a blur under the soft caress of Iwaizumi. He mirrors your smug smile, stealing another kiss from your lips.

“I’ll make up for it,” he rasps, closing his eyes when you rest your forehead against his. His hands on your waist pull you impossibly closer again, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, caressing the sliver of skin there. He lets out a quiet hum, a sound very close to purring. “Gonna kiss you stupid till you forget your own name and can only remember mine.”

“Silly,” you huff back and kiss him again. “Is this a threat or a promise?”

“Both. With you, it’s both.”

a/n: hi eggy ily!! your wishlist was spectacular and i had a lot of fun writing this for you (at some point it got a little out of hand i'll admit lmao). hope you enjoyed your gift and that the rest of your 2024 will be warm and tender. trying not to get sappy here, just know you always leave such a mark with anything you write, it's something i deeply admire. happy holidays & all the love for you <3

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taomyou · 2 months ago

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nerds do it better - chapter 2: DNA Digivolve!

synopsis: You know, most people wouldn't be all that interested in getting to know the weird Digimon kid. Good thing you're not most people! - or, you and Gojo meet at a Digimon TCG game night and become really, really good friends.

tags: gojo satoru x reader, nerd!gojo, fem!nerd!reader, modern au, college/uni au, fluff, friends to lovers, pining, study date || wc: 5.6k

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Gojo leans far enough back in his chair for its front legs to lift off the ground, and he takes off his glasses to whine into his hands. “I can’t take it anymore!”

You quickly shush him with wide eyes and a finger held over your lips. He quiets down when he sees that you’re annoyed at him, and the two of you look around you to see other people looking at you both (mostly him). You deadpan at the boy across from you as he nervously smiles and puts his head down.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

“It’s okay,” you sigh, shaking your head as you move to put away your deck. “You’re still a sore loser, though.”

“Am not,” he huffs quietly, cheeks puffed out as he puts his glasses back on.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” you snort. Your last match solidified his Eosmon’s loss to your Mirei Mastemon, so dinner’s on him tonight. You don’t know why he’s so butthurt about it—you’ve had to buy dinner just about as many times as he’s had to.

But, just like that, his usual bubbly self is back.

“I will, thank you.” He flashes you a smile before gathering up his own cards, checking the time on his obnoxiously loud Vital Bracelet. You recognize the beep from it—your own Bracelet on your wrist makes the same sound when you choose to have the volume on in places other than the library.

“How many times do I have to tell you to turn that down?” You scold him.

“As many times as you’ll see me with it on my wrist. Gotta make sure the little guy is doing okay,” he chirps, taking the memory marker and sliding it closer to you, He’s taken to giving you the trinkets, and while you protested in the beginning, he seems to have more than enough of them anyway that he’s eager to part with the ones you think are cute. “Ready to go?”

Taking the memory marker and carefully putting it in your jacket pocket—today, it’s a small clay YukimiBotamon—, you nod as both thanks and affirmation. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

“Forget anything?”

“Uh, I don’t think so.” You already packed your backpack a couple minutes ago, so you just feel yourself up to make sure all your things are in your pockets.

Ah!

You lean down quickly to grab your phone charger, having forgotten to unplug it, but when you don’t see it there, you hear Gojo snickering. From the corner of your eye, you see him reveal it from behind his back, already neatly tied and secured to keep it from tangling.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

You deadpan, unamused, before shaking your head, turning around to prompt him to put the cable away in your backpack for you. As he’s unzipping and rezipping the front pocket, you glance at him over your shoulder and smile fondly at him.

It goes without saying that you and Gojo became fast friends.

That first day you met, you and him stayed back at the shop until the owner kicked the two of you out to close the store. Even then, you and Gojo were over the moon—you and him had played matches until you were both tired of losing to the other, took a quick break to meet all the other people gathered there, then went back to your table to talk about all things mon-related and un-mon-related—. so much so that you were more than happy to give him your phone number when he asked for it at the end of the night. Even if he hadn’t, you definitely would’ve told Nanami to ask for his contact on your behalf; it’s not everyday that you get to find someone so enamored in the same things you are, nevermind someone so... cute.

And maybe part of his charm is that he isn’t shy about his obsession in the slightest. Even when you didn’t know each other as well as you do now, by the time you’d get up in the morning, you’d have gotten a million texts about and screenshots of any mon-related news, and when he caught you around campus, he’d scurry to pull his blue crest necklace out from under his sweater to show you. Of course, you’re always wearing your own pink one too, so you flash yours if you’ve got the second to spare, and that’d always put a huge smile on his face.

Either way, at some point, neither of you could resist the temptation of abandoning your homework to play a few matches with the only other person in a 100-kilometer radius who knew the difference between MetalGreymon and SkullGreymon once the opportunity presented itself, so it’s no surprise you started spending time together.

Though, abandon is a bit of an exaggeration, you suppose. Both of you already studied most late afternoons at the main campus library on the 6th floor in the first place, so, now, you simply do that together and then spend the rest of your free time playing DTCG. You always did put so much attention and effort into your studies, so it’s a good change of pace to be able to take that break with Gojo and let your brain actually get a moment of rest. And nowadays, he drops you off at your apartment afterwards so you don’t have to keep running after the last bus of the evening, too, so the two of you have even more time to ramble about all your shared interests in his stupid Digi-Car.

Of course, you talk about yourselves and your own lives, too—it’s not like Digimon is the only thing on your minds, even if it does feel that way some days—so, naturally, you run out of time spent together to discuss everything you want to. Other times, you’ll be too tired to stay awake on the ride back to your place that you’ll doze off in the middle of him walking you through his thought process in choosing the option cards for his Seraphimon deck, but he’s a good sport about it, always happy to repeat what he said whenever you ask.

He’s not shy about that either—wanting to talk to you—so, naturally, it becomes somewhat routine for him to, instead of texting you every single thought he wants to share, he’ll call your number, and you’ll listen to him talk while you do your chores at home, and when it’s your turn to him about everything you want to, he does his physics homework with you on the other side of the line.

He’s always talking, always loud, but, for the most part, he’s much better at keeping quiet in the library.

Which brings you back to the present moment, turning back around to properly face him and shove him playfully for stealing your phone charger.

Wordlessly, the two of you head for the elevator to start heading down and out of the library, heads down as you both wake up the digimon in your Bracelets and check their vitals. It’s your turn to battle, so Gojo pulls his VS DiM from his wallet to load his Paildramon onto the small card as you enter the elevator, and after that he gets the prompt to remove it from his Bracelet, he grabs your wrist to bring it closer for him to see and carefully inserts the card into the DiM slot for you. He wants to watch the battle, so he keeps your hand in his while you push the buttons to move your Lilymon.

By the time the elevator’s back on the ground floor, your Lilymon’s defeated his Paildramon, and your Bracelet plays a short tune declaring your victory. Gojo gives a disappointed hum before carefully taking out his DiM card to return his digimon back to his Bracelet, and, just like that, the warmth of his touch is gone.

And it's good thing the other people around you are loud enough that there’s no way Gojo can hear the sound of your heart thumping against your ribcage over them.

Can really you blame a girl for crushing on a nerd, especially one that’s so cute?

After you exit the elevator and get through the front doors of the building, Gojo breathes in the summer air and stretches his arms up over his head. “So, where you thinking?”

You groan and press your hand on the small of your back, trying to play off the no-doubt obvious blush on your face. “All I’m thinking is that I’m gonna have to lay down soon, my back is fucking kill me.”

“No sit-down restaurant, then?”

You shrug. “I don’t mind either way. You can choose where we go.”

“But I always have to choose!” Gojo whines. “Come on, give me something to work with here!”

“You’re paying, you choose.”

“I chose the last time you paid!”

“Yeah, because you won!”

“Then why don’t you pick where we go this time?!”

“I won, why should I have to pick?!”

“Are you even hearing yourself?” Gojo groans, dragging his hands down his face. “There’s gotta be something you’re in the mood for.”

“I’m in the mood for you to choose where we eat.”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

You laugh and lean slightly to bump your shoulder with his, lightly shoving him. “Seriously, you can pick. I’m not craving anything right now.”

“I don’t wanna choose somewhere you don’t wanna eat,” he huffs, crossing his arms.

“Ugh, I hate you,” you sigh and hike up your backpack straps, straightening your posture.

“Sure you do,” he sarcastically sing-songs, “which means you hate me enough to not let me choose where we go for dinner, right?”

“Gojo!”

He chuckles warmly, bringing his hand to your head to ruffle your hair and mess with you. “Alright, alright, I’ll pick.”

You whine as you swat at his hand. “Stop it!”

“Relax, I’ll fix it! Let me have my get-back.” He smiles apologetically to you, now gently patting your head to flatten the static he put into it. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re just playing.” You’re not really all that concerned with your hair, you just don’t like how good it makes you feel to have his hands on you like this. “And I don’t hate you.”

“Well, duh, otherwise we wouldn’t be hanging out,” he rolls his eyes jokingly. “I do want you to pick, though. or at least let me know where you don’t wanna go.”

“Fine, then,” you sigh and avert your eyes while he moves your bangs out of your face, knees now bent to meet you eye-level. “Let’s go to that restaurant down the street from that ice cream shop you like. I like their food.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him tilt his head slightly. “Fushiguro’s, right?”

You nod meekly. “Yeah. If you wanna grab some after, I’ll pay for your ice cream after.”

“...Can I get mine in a cone?”

“With sprinkles, too, if you want.”

"...And a strawberry?"

You bite back a smile, turning away again so you can hide your face. "Sure. You can even have some of my scoop."

He grins and moves to give you a side hug, humming affectionately as he rubs his cheek against your shoulder. “You’re the best!”

You whine in discomfort, his long limbs heavy against you, but you just let him rock you back and forth. He eventually lets go when you have to actually, you know, get to where you’re going, but you almost wish he didn’t have to.

You say almost because you certainly need the little bit of distance between you to make sure you don’t catch even stronger feelings.

It’s a bit of a walk between the library and where his car is parked, so the two of you continue talking with each other, hands now to yourselves. He asks about all the classes you had for the day, how your studying went at the library, and you ask him the same in turn. You mention having a scheduled gaming session with some of your friends over the upcoming weekend, and he mentions having to do some of his leftover microbio homework before it’s due at midnight, but, otherwise, it’s a normal, par-for-the-course conversation.

When you reach his car, Gojo makes a show of opening your door, just as he always does. In the beginning, you thought he was just being chivalrous, maybe even trying to flirt, but you quickly learned that the unlock button on his key fob doesn’t work, so he’s literally doing it just because he has to manually unlock all his car doors. That information is much better for your heart, but it was a fun delusion to have for the week or so you thought he might’ve been interested in you.

You slip in, placing down your backpack at your feet, and you put on your seatbelt while he gets situated on the driver’s side. You recline your seat to lessen the strain on your back, and you close your eyes as he’s starting the car. “Wake me up when we get there, please?”

He puts his hand just behind your shoulder as he reverses out of the parking spot, obliviously slamming two stones together to start sparks inside you as his thumb brushes your cheek as he pulls his hand back to the steering wheel. “Taking a nap?”

You hum and sink further into the passenger seat, shaking your head. “No, just closing my eyes.” When he doesn’t say anything in return, you crack an eye open to see if there’s anything wrong. Though you can’t see as well in the sunset light, he doesn’t seem to be off or anything. “Aren’t you going to talk?”

Gojo breaks out of his focus on the road and his eyes shift to glance at you, his glasses falling slightly on his face. “Do you want me to?”

“I mean, you always have a lot to say,” you tease, poking his shoulder lazily. “I’m up, I’ll listen. Promise.”

He seems to think to himself for a second, his eyes forward again, and he shakes his head with a faint smile. “Nah, it’s fine, we’ll talk over dinner. I had something I wanted to ask you anyway.”

You don’t let it show on your face (not that he’d see anyway—Gojo’s a surprisingly nervous driver, so he wouldn’t ever look at anything other than the road), but you freeze in place.

What could he possibly want to ask you? Is there a new level 6 he wants help building around? Or, you guess, maybe he wants to know if you want to join him on his millionth rewatch of Digimon Tamers? Surely, it’s not that he needs your help on his homework; the formula sheet at the front of his school binder is enough to make you dizzy.

But, whatever it is, it seems serious enough that his mind is occupied with that over trying to fill the space of his car with noise.

You close your eyes to try and soothe yourself, and, thankfully, you just doze off like you sometimes do.

And, maybe, when you wake up again, this will have all been a dream.

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“...A convention?”

Gojo nods eagerly, picking up his phone quickly to pull up the flyer and then hand the device to you. “Yeah! It’s a bit far, but I’ve wanted to go to this one for a long time! I’ve never had anyone to go with before, and I thought it’d be perfect to ask now since they just finalized panelists!”

As you read the details, the young preteen whose parents own the restaurant (and who you remember as the one Gojo tutors in his spare time) comes over to your table to refill your drinks. You overhear your friend trap him in some small talk before asking him about how he’s doing in his physics class, but your mind is still stuck on his question.

He wants you to attend a convention with him?

You haven’t been to many before, just a few local ones here and there, and never anything as big as the one he’s extending an invite to you to. You’ve heard of it before—it’s huge in fandom space, nevermind just for Digimon, and it happens every year at the end of summer—but you never felt so inclined as to inconvenience yourself with figuring out transportation and lodging if you were to attend.

You’ve heard the horror stories every year, anyway: someone getting sued by a motel for ruining their bathrooms with cosplay makeup, another person fainting from dehydration in the lobby, someone else getting their cape stuck in an escalator. You’d never fare that alone, and, well, like he said himself, it’s not like you ever knew anyone who’d want to suffer through that either.

The reality is, too, that you’re just a broke college student. You can’t exactly afford this kind of trip without sacrificing hot water for the next three months. You suppose that you could make the argument to yourself that summer’s just started so it’s not like you need hot water to function, but, either way, you don’t have the money.

To yourself, you frown. Looking at all the information and zooming in to read the finer print, it does sound like it’d be a lot of fun. Lots of shows and things you’d love to go watch, and even a guest panel with your and Gojo’s favorite Digimon voice actors! You’ve cosplayed before at other conventions you’ve been to, too, so it would’ve been exciting to put something new together.

The thought of spending a weekend away with Gojo is really nice, too, but regardless! You’ll have to fight off the mental image of Gojo in, like, an inflatable Agumon costume or something as he pulls you along to go see booths in artist alley, because you’ll have to decline his invitation.

You must’ve been looking at the flyer for a long time because, by the time you’re done and ready to hand Gojo’s phone back to him, one of the owners of Fushiguro’s, a youthful woman with short, spiky hair that’s kept under a pink bandana, comes over with your orders. You lean back slightly to give her room to set everything down, and once her hands are free, she straightens up and smiles at you and Gojo.

“Anything else I can get for you two?”

“No, thank you so much,” you smile back at her.

Gojo smiles at her too and politely nods his head. “We’ll let you know if we need anything.”

“Of course! And, Gojo,” she looks at him directly, “thank you so much for helping Megumi with his schoolwork. His father and I appreciate you very much.”

Gojo flushes pink and puts his hand up slightly, waving her off. “No need, Mrs. Fushiguro. I’m glad to help.”

The two of them have this sort of exchange seemingly often—it happened the last time you came here, too—but it’s a really sweet scene, that of a blushing Gojo and the doting mother.

Summoned by an enthusiastic wave from the woman, the other owner, the more rugged, muscular man who usually stays in the back doing the cooking, comes out to the table, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders. The two make a bit of an unconventional pair, her so gentle and him so tough-looking, but they’re clearly in love—that much is undeniable.

“Come on, Dear, say thank you,” she elbows his side, smiling up at him.

He begrudgingly exhales through his nose and rolls his eyes. “Okay.”

Gojo’s mentioned before that the man, Toji, isn’t all that warm with him, but he’s slipped the tutor a few tips here and there as his own thanks, so he knows he isn’t at least unwelcome in their arrangement.

His wife clicks her tongue with an annoyed look and reaches up to pinch his cheek, tugging at it. He scoffs, telling her not to embarrass him in front of customers—granted, it's just you and Gojo at the late hour—, but he makes no move to pull away from her touch.

There’s a brief pause where nothing’s said, and you and Gojo look at each other with awkward smiles. He’s probably not going to tell Gojo anything at all, so you give your friend a quiet thumbs-up to give him some encouragement to speak up and end the uncomfortable interaction.

“Um, it’s,” Gojo awkwards cuts through the silence. “It’s alright, really,” he says shyly.

The two owners stop their halfhearted silent squabble, and Toji nods repeatedly after another pause, “Right, right.”

His wife nervously laughs and puts her hands together for a single clap, her apron moving as she does. “We’ll leave you two to enjoy your meal, then! Sorry for interrupting you, enjoy!” She pulls herself and Toji away and back towards the kitchen, and you laugh at the playful smack she gives him on the arm. “Why are you always so mean to that boy!?”

“He’s always bringing so much damn sugar around the house. Megumi didn’t have any cavities before that brat started tutoring him, and now he’s got them at every fuckin’ checkup,” you hear the man grumble.

Gojo laughs, reaching across the table to grab himself a spoon and to pull his drink closer to him. “Well, I guess he’s not wrong about that. At least he didn’t say I was a bad teacher.”

You roll your eyes and pick up your own utensil. “Yeah, you’re such a nerd that even someone who hates you as much as he does can’t fault you for that.”

“Why, thank you, fellow nerd,” he grins.

You both dig into your food, neither of you having eaten since lunch at noon, and once the two of you have gotten comfortable in your seats, Gojo clears his throat and takes another sip of his obnoxiously sweet drink (that he’s offered to you twice now, and both times you take a sip of it, it seems like he’s totally oblivious to the fact you’re indirectly kissing him; unfortunately, you are not oblivious to that fact).

“So, what do you think?”

“Of the convention?” He nods, placing down his spoon to lace his fingers underneath his chin. “I mean, I’ve heard of this one before, how could I not? But I’ve never really been to any event that big before, so…”

“Me neither, that’s why I think it’d be fun! Did you see that the VAs from Adventure-01 will be there?”

You move around your food in its bowl as you figure out how to let him down easy. “Yeah, I saw that.”

“There’s some rumors online, too, that there’s gonna be an announcement for a new game! They’re saying that it’d be something like Cyber Sleuth, but since you brought up wanting a game with the Frontier spirit mechanics, that’s all I can think about wanting-”

He gets the hint pretty quickly that you don’t seem all that excited, and he frowns across from you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You lean into your hand, sighing sadly. “Nothing, nothing.”

“If you don’t want to go, that’s okay!” He reassures you, his hands going to his crest necklace to fiddle with the tag. You’ve picked up on that being something he does a lot when he’s anxious. “I just thought, you know, it’d be something you’d want to go to…” The rest of his sentence trails off, almost like he has more to say, but he’s quiet after that, not that you give much room for silence right now.

“What? Why wouldn't I want to go?! Of course I do!” You immediately exclaim, quick to wave your hands in front of you to tell him he’s wrong. “And you should still go, even if I can’t! It’s just, you know, uh,” you purse your lips, “it’s just a lot to plan, and I don’t really have the money for it right now. If I were to go, I’d want to do everything right.”

. . .

“Oh,” he blinks. “You don’t have to worry about that. I was going to pay for everything, was that not obvious?” He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world when it obviously isn't!

Your mouth falls open, and you flush in embarrassment. “What?! How was that obvious?!”

“I mean, I’m the one inviting you.”

“Sure, but you can’t just pay for me to go!”

He chuckles and pulls his hand away from his necklace, instead now placing it at the back of his neck. “I don’t mind, it’d be worth it!”

“Even if I did let you pay, which I wouldn’t, it’s still too expensive!” You can’t think of all the expenses right off the top of your head, but with transportation, a hotel, food, and the convention badges themselves, that’s already too much! Not to mention how much you’d inevitably spend at the actual event!

“It’s not like I have anything else to spend my money on,” he says shyly under his breath. Which, admittedly, would be true—he only really spends money on merch and the occasional day out with you and his other friends—but still! The anniversary digivices are expensive enough, and he's got practically all of them!

“But-”

“Come on,” he takes his glasses off and says your name softly. "It's okay if you don't want to go, or if it's weird to stay with me in wherever we'd have to sleep and stuff, or, like, literally anything else. I'm not gonna force you, but if it's the cost that's holding you back, then don't worry about it."

"Listen," you huff, "I appreciate you offering, and I do want to go, but I'm not taking advantage of your money like that."

"We're literally having dinner on my dime right now," he scoffs, picking up his spoon again to get back to eating. "But don't worry about that! Besides, I want you to come. Hello! I need someone to go with, too!"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, so you're just inviting me so you have someone to enable all your purchases in the artist alley?"

He nods happily, pointing at you with his spoon. "Correct!" He looks down at your food, and he taps the side of your bowl with his utensil with an angry frown. "And get back to your food, it's gonna get cold!"

"Yeah, yeah," you blush. You two of your eat the rest of your food in silence, your eyes off to the side. Eventually, after you're both finished and Gojo senses you're avoiding the conversation, so he kicks your foot playfully to get your attention back. Unfortunately, it works. "What?"

"So, now that you've got a second to think about it," he puts his head down. "Will you go with me?" He asks, his eyes shining. His glasses are still perched atop his head—probably because he doesn't want the heat from his food to fog them up, but they work to only intensify the pleading look he gives you under the restaurant lamplight. "I'm not gonna be upset or anything if you say no, I just want to know what you're thinkin.'"

Fuck, how are you supposed to say no to him like that?

You peek up at him, your heart starting to race. "...Are you sure I can go?"

He bolts up in his seat, his glasses shifting in his hair. "Does that mean you'll say yes?" Gojo asks, hands immediately going up to his glasses to make sure they don't fall.

Yeah, you couldn't say no to him like this.

"Only if you're sure."

"I am, I am!"

You nod slowly. "Okay, then."

"Really!?"

"Yes, really. I'll go with you."

Gojo's face breaks out into a full grin, teeth flashing and eyes closed, and he pumps both his fists in the air. "Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Please, Gojo," you bite your cheek, trying your darndest to let out the happy yelp welling in your chest. "I should be the one thanking you," you mutter under your breath. "And be careful! Your glasses!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he puts them back on, blinking a few times to get readjusted to them. "But, really? You'll go with me?!"

You smile nervously, taking a quick pause while you force yourself to swallow your heart and clear your throat. "Well, where else are you going to find someone who can tolerate you?"

He haughtily rolls his eyes. "Please, you're just as bad as I am."

"You take that back," you deadpan.

"What?!" He cackles. "You're the one who stayed up late all last week waiting for the booster pack card list to be posted! Not even for an actual presale announcement, just to see the list of tamer cards!"

"Yeah, well," you retort, "you begged me to place the order for the 25th anniversary D-Ark presale during your astrophysics III midterm for you last month! You could've waited, like, an hour, and done it yourself!"

"Don't shame me! You know they sell out, like, the second they're up for sale!"

"No, they don't! You just have trauma from when you tried getting the limited edition D-Scanner and you forgot to set your alarm for release! You're lucky I just got one for you when you didn't pick up your phone!"

"Hey! I-"

"Can you two nerds shut up?!" Toji shouts from the kitchen. "Washing dishes is already the worst part of my fucking day! I don't need to hear you screaming about your fucking digi-phones or whatever at this hour!"

You and Gojo immediately shut your mouths, heads turning to face the direction of the sound. Gojo's taken you here enough times for you to know Toji's not really that mean, just really blunt and jagged, but you're still kinda scared of him.

Gojo laughs and pulls out his wallet to leave enough to pay for your meals and a sizeable tip (for Toji's troubles, you're sure). "Still wanna go for ice cream?" He asks in a quiet whisper.

You nod quickly, and he offers you his hand for you to get out of your seat even faster than you would on your own.

"We're on our way out, cash is on the table! Keep the change!" Gojo says back to the kitchen, pulling you up. You yell a quick thanks for the meal as Gojo steadies you on your feet, and Toji just grunts loudly enough for you to know he's heard you both (and is very, very, very glad that you're leaving).

The two of you both race outside and into the dark, hands still together so you don't lose each other in your frenzy to leave. You let go when you're under the streetlamp, and Gojo jogs a few paces so he can open the passenger car door for you, again, making a huge show out of it, outstretched arm and slight bow and all.

"Thank you, Prince Gojo," you tease, getting in and moving so he can close the door for you.

"Sure thing, Princess," he winks and quickly rushes around the car to crawl into the driver's seat next to you, no doubt excited to get his, again, obnoxiously sweet double scoop of whatever ice cream he's in the mood for today.

He starts the car, hand on your seat and just behind your shoulder again so he can back out of the spot, and he sings the Data Squad opening to you both as he makes the short drive between Fushiguro's and his favorite ice cream shop just several streets down. You join in (...even though you think Yoshino deserved better), and just as the second verse is starting, Gojo stops singing, now more focused on the road as he's turned on his blinker and trying to merge into the lane to the right.

You glance over your shoulder to check for cars with him, just in case he's having a hard time seeing when it's safe to go, and there's a car approaching in the right lane that Gojo slows down next to, waiting to get in behind it. Instead, the car also slows down and signals that it wants to go into your current lane, so Gojo puts his foot back on the gas to get back to speed.

And, really, you thought that he'd find it corny when you did it the first time it happened and you were in his car. Come to find out, he says the exact same thing when he's driving and another car from the lane he's trying to enter tries to enter his.

You were both very, very wrong at dinner to accuse the other of being the bigger Digi-fan—you're evenly matched in that regard, that's for sure.

The two of you turn to look at each other, new smiles on your faces.

As Gojo turns the steering wheel towards the right and you watch the car behind you merge to the left, you and him both burst out into excited laughter, and you have to put your hands on your cheeks just to make sure you haven't broken your face from smiling too hard.

And, maybe, in your own deluded, fantasyland, this is your sign from the Digital World that you and Gojo are meant to be together. Maybe not in any kind of romantic or relationship sense, but as two people who are just meant to be... together. That's kinda what you're yelling for, anyway—two digimon to join into one unit.

But you can worry about that later, because, right now, you and him both have to steady your breath to scream at the top of your lungs once both cares have safely made the merge into their respective lanes.

"DNA Digivolve!"

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chapter 3

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tiredandkindaoverworked · 3 months ago

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Hobbies with the Redacted Boys:

(Side note: I was listening to love songs when I wrote these and it’s also 1 AM so I’m a little sappy, which is why these might be a little rambly.)

David: People watching. Is this really a hobby? He doesn’t do it as frequently anymore, but on a day he has off and Angel’s at work, he’ll sit in a cafe for a couple of hours and read a book. He’ll go between reading and observing people. He can subconsciously hear Gabe in his head, telling him to analyze people, to see what’s going on in their head from their actions, their expressions, their body language.

Asher: Collecting state coins. He finds it really fun to look through his change to see if he’s gotten any states he hasn’t already for his collection. He’s got a coin holder displayed on a shelf somewhere and sees it as a scavenger hunt. Baaabe teases him about it, but it actually really excites them too.

Milo: Cosplay! Milo already loves to look good, so in my head, it makes sense that he’d also love to look good as characters from other worlds! Also a great excuse to go thrift shopping with Sweetheart. He also cosplays as Sweetheart’s fantasy crushes in the bedroom.

Sam: Scrapbooking. He noticed that Darlin’ didn’t have a lot of things when they moved in, especially lacking in the personal effects department. Over the years, he decided it would be fun to get a disposable camera and occasionally whip out the camera whenever he felt like it. He’s got pictures from solstice parties, Shaw Pack Smash tournaments, general hangouts, members of the pack. Darlin’ was moved by it and has joined in on the fun. Sam and Darlin’s cabin now has a huge cork board that they keep filling up with memories.

Damien: Drawing. He isn’t particularly good at it yet, but he’s determined to be, as he is with most things. Drawing is one of the things that takes time to improve at and that’s something he surprisingly enjoys. He likes to take his time and practice. The one subject he keeps seeing major improvement in is when he draws Huxley.

Huxley: Working out. It makes him feel good, it makes him look good, and it helps him sharpen his mind. He often works out to clear his head and to think on issues he might be having. Deadlifting 225 lbs really puts things into perspective, y’know?

Lasko: Crocheting/building Lego kits. I HC that Lasko is very fidgety and likes to keep his hands occupied. When he’s teaching or doing office hours, he twirls a pen in his fingers. When he’s at home, he’ll do his arts and crafts.

Gavin: Baking! After he made the chiffon cake, he discovered he actually really liked doing things the human way. It felt more domestic to him. The necessity for precision scratched something in his brain. Him and Freelancer often bring baked goods to hangouts.

Elliot: Collecting Pokémon cards. Elliot’s one of those people who has a binder full of Pokémon cards and no one can tell me otherwise. He also plays the mobile TCG and has Sunshine pull packs for him. He gives them the biggest smooch every time they pull an EX.

Aaron: Crossword Puzzles. Whenever his time isn’t consumed with Vesta, he likes doing crossword puzzles with Smartass. He originally did them with Elliot when they were growing up, but that changed to doing them on his own when him and Elliot grew apart. After Brachium, Aaron picked the crossword puzzles up again. He has archives of solved crossword puzzles sitting in a folder, covered with both his and Smartass’s handwriting.

Avior: Making drinks. When he was trapped in hell, he and Starlight would always talk about what they’d do when they got back to Elegy. One of those things was visit that cafe. Eventually, the pair got an espresso machine (Avior actually just conjured one when he saw how much they were) and has gotten really good at making coffee drinks. It’s a nice thing to have, but it’s a million times better seeing the smile bloom on Starlight’s face when they taste it.

Anton: Making Paper Flowers. He also fidgets a lot like Lasko and needs an outlet for them. He actually does a lot of origami and every time he makes something new, he gifts it to Love. Love has a vase full of his paper flowers, an undying bouquet that keeps growing to symbolize Anton’s love for Love. (Love also got him those little origami stars and the pair will fold some together and put them in the vase to hold Love’s flowers in place.)

Guy: Writing. He canonically writes, both in Fooliverse and Prime, but I like to think his Notes app is just filled with all kinds of things. He often has spur of the moment ideas for stories. Sometimes, if an idea is hogging his brain too much, he’ll open a document on his phone, turn on text to speech and then just go to town on a ramble just to get it all out.

Vincent: Painting. After Vincent and Lovely got their new apartment, the walls were painfully bare, so Vince decided to change that. Slowly, he started out with the classic fruit bowl and as he got better, he started painting people. He painted Sam and Porter and Alexis. He even tried his hand at painting Will, but the pain was still too upsetting for him. He scrapped the painting midway. His favorite muse to paint, of course, is his lovely Lovely. Now their apartment is filled with artwork, both his and from artists the two would visit to get fun art/caricatures from.

Porter: Stargazing. Porter’s current life is hectic and filled with anxiety, so when he can, he likes to go out to Skyside and just stare at the stars. Sometimes, he’ll go with Treasure and point out constellations, explaining the history behind them. On these nights with Treasure, he rests his head in their lap, maybe even naps, and tries to forget about his current life, knowing that despite their hardships, Treasure will be there with him when he wakes up.

Hush: Bird watching! Well, really, Doc was into birdwatching and had asked Hush to look through their photos to find something and he noticed a surprising number of pictures of birds. He didn’t particularly find them fascinating, but how could he miss the way Doc’s eyes lit up when discussing the different species and appearances. Hush doesn’t have a phone, so he’ll just state facts about their appearances to Doc and more often than not, Doc will know exactly which bird it is. It’s become a game between them :)

Ollie: Reading. He successfully got back into reading books before bed. If Baby is especially restless that night, he’ll read a few chapters to then. He especially loves putting on voices. It really adds to the experience and he loves the way the corners of their eyes crinkle in amusement when he does.

BONUS:

Echo: Staring at the wall, doing nothing, being in timeout like he should be.

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genshinresource · 1 year ago

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Hey guys, this is kind of sudden but my time in genshinresource will end starting today. I've given a lot of thoughts about this but I can't find joy in Genshin anymore, to the point that I feel uncomfortable just by looking at any Genshin-related stuff, therefore I thought it would be best to stop now. Should anyone wants to make another Genshin resource blog or wants to look for other official art, you can find the source links for everything under this post's break line.

This blog will still be open for public view but it won't be updated any further, same goes for the AIO links and the Ask box will be disabled permanently. I will now fully focus on my Star Rail resource blog instead and will keep running it for as long as I can.

Thank you everyone for the past 2 years. I really appreciate all your thoughts and encouraging messages as well as all the new stuff I could learn from you guys. I apologize for not being able to contribute to the Genshin community anymore.

So long, everyone.

CN links:

Genshin's Miyoushe forum: https://www.miyoushe.com/ys/home/28 - Almost everything can be downloaded without the need of Miyoushe account except avatar frames and other account-related settings. The 资讯 tab is where they post all official art like birthday artworks, celebration artworks etc.

Official Genshin CN Bilibili: https://space.bilibili.com/401742377/dynamic

Official Genshin Weibo: https://weibo.com/ysmihoyo

Official Paimon's Work Note Bilibili: https://space.bilibili.com/1669328690/dynamic

Official Paimon's Work Note Weibo: https://weibo.com/pmmihoyo

Teyvat Fan Association's Bilibili: https://space.bilibili.com/1113861913/dynamic - This is where they post all stuff related to sponsored special fan-made programs like New Year Party, Birthday Party countdown artworks etc.

Global links:

Genshin's HoYoLAB forum: https://www.hoyolab.com/circles/2/27/official?page_type=27&page_sort=events.

HoYoFair's HoYoLAB forum: https://www.hoyolab.com/accountCenter/postList?id=244938673

Official Genshin Twitter EN | JP | KR | BR | ES | FR | TH | ID | RU

Official HoYoFair Twitter: https://twitter.com/HoYoFair_0

Official Paimon JP Twitter: https://twitter.com/paimon_genshin7

Official HoYoLAB Twitter: https://twitter.com/HoYoLAB_Mimo

Official Genshin Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/Genshin_Impact/

Official Genshin HoYoWiki: https://wiki.hoyolab.com/pc/genshin/home

Unofficial Genshin wiki: https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Genshin_Impact_Wiki

Media-focused links:

HoYoWiki's Genius Invokation TCG cards: https://wiki.hoyolab.com/pc/genshin/aggregate/tcg_character

Official Genius Invokation TCG display page: https://act.hoyoverse.com/ys/event/e20221207-card-dhcksn/index.html

Official Genshin CN's version KV gallery: https://act.mihoyo.com/ys/event/community-content-collection/index.html#/wallpaper - recommended for CN logo KVs if you can't download from Baidu Wangpan

asddzr's Bilibili for upscaled art: https://space.bilibili.com/1550564/dynamic

景三尧's Weibo (another upscaler with great art quality): https://weibo.com/u/7654321688

For twins version birthday shorts, you can find a lot from Miyoushe forum by searching with CN character name + 生日 but it's best to bookmark user(s) who often post them, I usually went to this user's profile page for those.

#notice board

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fallingdownhell · 1 year ago

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May I request Zhongli, Itto, Kaveh and Cyno with an s/o who's got crazy good luck? They could win any challenge or game presented to them, never get hurt (to badly), and are always making loads of cash (somehow).

I can imagine at least one of those characters getting jealous over something like this.. Characters Included: Itto; Cyno; Zhongli; Kaveh Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; crack??; some fluff and comedy; nothing too serious here, just some funny headcanons Word count: 942 words Have fun with this<3

Itto

the man, the myth, the legend himself..

he gets SO incredibly jealous. When he challenges you jokingly at first, and you keep winning against him..

His pride is on the line here, okay?

you win a match of TCG against his amazing deck? That's fine, he can always challenge you for another round

but when you keep on winning and winning, he gets more and more desperate with each passing round

okay, screw TCG. How about a beetle fight? He's sure to win this, no doubt about it!

...what do you mean he lost again?

he's heartbroken. Will fall to the ground in disbelief. Have the gods truly forsaken him now?

a little drama queen about it, but it wouldn't be the Itto you know and love if he wouldn't act like this

still, you do feel a bit bad about it. To the point where you decide to only do the bare minimum and let him win against you, so he'll cheer up again

when he does win, his spirit is back up again immediately, bloating about his superior victory for the rest of the day. Like, seriously, he won't shut up about it anymore

unless someone were to mention all his previous losses, then he's back to sulking again

however, the next day, all is forgiven and forgotten again

Cyno

one night, after dinner, he was talking about his new deck in TCG when you decided to ask him if he could teach you how to play

immediate sparkles in his eyes as he gets all excited and pulls out a new set of cards for you. He's been waiting for this day to come!

takes his time to explain the rules to you and helps you build your deck. If you ask him questions, he answeres them paitently

then comes the time for your first duel. Even though you are his partner and it's your first ever match, he doesn't plan to go easy on you. Well, maybe a bit, but he still will take this match very seriously

But when you end up winning against him, he's dumbfounded. How did you manage to do that?

He'd quietly mumble something about beginners luck, then challenges you to a rematch. This time, he plans to go all out

...and he looses again

now thourougly confused, he's looking at his cards like he might find the answer in them, while you are laughing your ass off. Your stomach hurts from all the laughing, but you can't calm down. Cyno's just so cute when he looks so shaken up

it's a mystery to him, how you could win against him, despite him having the better cards, the better deck and obviously having more expierence playing the game

in the end, he does swallow down his pride and congratulates you to your win, though he will work his deck over and challenge you again at a later point in time

Zhongli

as an adventurer, it is unavoidable that people get injured every now and then. It's just a risk that comes with the profession

and yet, Zhongli has never seen an injury on you more severe than a cut and maybe some darker bruises

don't get him wrong, he's glad that you're not getting hurt all the time. It's just that your stories and the results don't match up most of the time

"And get this. Then, a huge rockfall comes falling down in our direction! Can you imagine that?" "Darling, that's very serious. How did you manage to avoid that?" "I don't know. Guess I just got lucky. I only got hit my a small one on the head, but it wasn't even big enoug to give me a concussion, so all's good!"

"I almost fell down a cliff today!", "A group of Ruin hunters attacked us today!", "We got locked in a cave, but luckily, they were connected to other caves, so we got out no problem."

almost every other day, you come home with a similar story and every time, Zhongli questions just how much luck one single human can possess to come out mostly unharmed every single time

still, every time you set out for work, he can't help but worry about you. What if one day, your luck runs out on you? You reassure him that you're careful, but it does little to appease his mind when you come home with yet another tale to tell...

Kaveh

Kaveh isn't one for gambling, never has been and never will be. Though, he knows that you like to induldge from time to time, so when you invite him to come along with you, he agrees

and then he witnesses you winning each and every game you partake in. Doesn't matter how rigged the games might be, you make it look so simple

with a huge grin on your lips, your arms raise into the air as you declare your victory one again, and he's left dumbfounded

when he catches a quiet moment, he can't help but ask you about it

"I don't know. I just always had really good luck when it comes to those type of games.", would be your nonchalant explanaition

now he gets why you don't go out to play more often. You'd get banned from every single location if you were to do this regularely

Going home from a place like this with such a massive win.. he's too stunned to speak, but nonetheless very impressed and proud of you for it

will accompany you more often when you want to go out to gamble again, just to see your excited and joyful expression again

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arisewanekosuki · 2 years ago

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Traveler's little helper -Extra-: Curiosity - Nahida (feat Sumeru Boys x Fem!Reader)

This is something I wanted to post before... I went to the small hiatus, now I finished this short thing but sorry for mistakes, it's 1 Am now and I'm tired... [ Teyvat , Mondstadt , Liyue ] ------

Nahida found it interesting, how can you still not be able to see those boys holding affections towards you. At first she wondered “Are you really blind for their courting? Or maybe you don’t want to see it?” You’re very friendly, no matter if it’s a guy or girl, if you want to take someone somewhere you won’t hesitate to hold their hand, if someone is sad you always offering a hug. But she did notice that when it comes to guys, there are sometimes a moments when you do realize that you got ‘too close’ and start to feel a bit shy, apologizing to them. But then how could you not notice how they pout for not feeling warmth of your hand anymore? The easiest way is to ask you and she did. -“Those boys really like spending time with you…but I can’t help and wonder…which one do you like the most?” you looked at her with confusion -“Which one? Hmm.. I like them all, after all they are my good friends!” You smiled so brightly to her. “Ah so you’re just that oblivious.” She thought back then. Nahida always liked to observe people and because of this she noticed the difference in behavior for some of the guys. Wanderer was the first one she noticed the changes in him. That’s not a secret that Wanderer enjoys watching people expressions, especially the negative ones. Making others angry is his little fun in everyday live. And at first it was the same with you, being rude or ignoring you to just see your angry face but this changed. To Nahida’s surprise she noticed how lately he have been only teasing you just to see your embarrassed face and not only that. It seems Wanderer started to like seeing your smile. When at first he would complain when you asked him to help with commissions, now he ‘offers’ help himself to do them. The next one was Kaveh. Always stressed and troubled by many things. But after you invited him to the Teapot he seems more relaxed and happy, of course you couldn’t take away his debt but you helped him a bit whenever you could. She noticed that Kaveh is more calm when discussing things with the clients about his projects. Before he would get angry quickly because of the stress and not wanting to be scammed again but now it looks like he’s more clearheaded to find common ground on both sides. There is less arguments between him and Alhaitham those days as well, but in exchange now most of the time they clash with each other when it comes to you. The General Mahamatra have two modes, the work on and the work off, but at some point Nahida noticed that there one more “(Y/n) is here mode on”. You don’t mind his jokes, you would smile or even let a small laugh when he tell ones and when you do that, Nahida can see Cyno smiling too. Everyone knows how serious Cyno is when it comes to TCG, he won’t even show mercy when playing against you. But if someone paying close attention to Cyno they would notice how sometimes he gets deconcentrated by watching you choosing next cards. You’re good player but sometimes he lose because he got lost in his thoughts about you. Tighnari was better at hiding his affections towards you, at least when there were more people around. Nahida was watching you two as a little bird, you would listen to Tighnari talking about flowers but sometimes he would decorate your hair with some or giving you bouquets but you never knew the meaning behind them, this is only fact that Tighnari hid from you. You’re the only person who have permission to brush his tail or touch his ears, Nahida can’t count of her fingers now how many times Tighnari was so close to kiss you in moments like this. The little Dendro Archon can always see how Tighnari is protective over you, especially if you get hurt. No matter if the wound is small, Tighnari will always take care of it and softly scold you.

The hardest one to see their affections towards you is Alhaitham. Nahida is sure many other people didn’t even realized that he too takes part in the race of winning your heart. Alhaitham is very subtle with his affections, many may even mistook them for just him being kind to you. But if they know him better they can notice how he would enjoy to have conversations with you, after work he would invite you from time to time for some coffee or tea whichever you prefer. To Nahida, and even your surprise he do offer to read some books for you, when he sees that Paimon is busy and you are curious of the new book you found in your adventures with Aether.

The little Dendro Archon can’t help but be curious how this will go. Will one of them manage to win your heart? Or maybe someone else from another Nation will charm you? But there is something that has been bothering Nahida for a while now, whenever you spend time with the boys and they leave for moment or don’t look at you, she can see your eyes fill with sadness. The Dendro Archon started to wonder “Maybe you’re not that oblivious like everyone thinks?”

#Genshin Impact x Reader #Traveler's little helper #Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact x You #Wanderer x Reader #Scaramouche x Reader #Kaveh x Reader #Cyno x Reader #Tighnari x Reader #Alhaitham x Reader #My stuff #Platonic Nahida

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r4izx · 1 year ago

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Special things they only do with you <3

includes: itto, xiao, chongyun, cyno

x gn!reader

itto

• he would let you win during beetle fights.

• itto hates losing, that's a given. but he would let you win for as long as you want!!

• he let's you win on purpose and even gives you his most precious onikabutos.

• well, at some point you eventually realize what he's doing. but you don't stop him. he's too adorable.

"...AGAIN?! You won again! How many rounds has it been!? I'm supposed to be the pro one here! But, hah! after all, it's you were talking about. Of course the one and oni's one and only y/n would win!"

xiao

• he would make flower crowns, necklaces, and bracelets out of qingxin for you <3

• he mostly guards liyue from high places even though he doesn't need to anymore. but that just means he has more free time now.

• enough free time to collect qingxin flowers for you!!!

• and he turns all those qingxin to accessories for you. he has enough flowers for a bouquet.

• where'd he learn all that? don't know. perhaps from cloud retainer? madame ping? or maybe even from ver goldett. but he definitely learned it just for you.

"... Have this. ...for you? ...yes it's for you. Ugh!... D-don't think much about it! I just happened to come across qingxin flowers and have free time."

chongyun

• he would share his popsicle sticks with you.

• when both of you are going out, and it seems too sunny. he gives you a popsicle stick from who knows where he summons it from.

• he doesn't really do this often. but you're a special case. he voluntarily offers his snack with you.

• another thing is that he carries more popsicle sticks when he's around you specifically. and it's not only because he wants to share them with you-- but also because being around you gives him a warm, stuffy feeling. he's worried that at any time his yang energy might go out of control with how high his temperature is around you.

" ...It's quite sunny today. H-here.. Take it. I figured-- you might be feeling hot. Let's take a break and cool down a bit."

cyno

• he lets you have his most prized TCG cards.

• it may not be a big deal for others but it is for him. he doesn't mind if you're the one who keeps it though.

• seeing you win with the cards he gave you makes him happy enough as if he was the one who won.

• he originally gave his cards because he felt bad for you losing with... those cards of yours. but you've surprisingly gotten better at TCG. with his help of course.

" ...Have it. Don't lose again with this. Who knows, maybe you'll get good enough to have a game with me."

#itto x reader #itto x you #itto x y/n #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #chongyun x reader #chongyun x you #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #rai! ✍️#genshin impact #genshin headcannons #genshin impact fluff

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just-animaxiz · 8 months ago

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Boss Finn Headcannons

Out of every citizen out there besides Sylvia, Boss Finn often hangs out with Corsac. Not only Boss Finn finds not only Corsac's electric aura steady and risky for such a brave face, but he's the only one who appreciates Corsac's naturalist jokes... As long as it's water-related.

They do share a common hatred and fear of Dolphins. Finn hates it when they chase him around like a toy, steal his jewelry and collection, or even whip him hard enough for a big groan. Corsac, on the other hand, knew that sharks aren't as vile as dolphins, who were the actual tormentors of the sea. They are unpredictable and can be aggressive even when Corsac thought they were gentle and quiet. Whenever people spot Dolphins, they to stare at awe; however, Corsac and Finn only glare.

Boss Finn likes to scare Mint. It's like a big brother and little sister thing, and Mint finds it annoying. When he scared her at Halloween, she wished she could have a real scythe and slice him down like sushi. Boss Finn thinks she looks like a small pufferfish by the way her cheeks puff up at him.

Boss Finn canonically lives in a seaside shack, but that's his "Land" home while his real bed is in a lovely cavern beneath it. It's not a total wreck, but it's not too fancy either. He has the shack there to store his collection, TV, his pictures, one of sylvia's robes that she left after watch TV with him and he loves it so much like a blankie.

Boss Finn has many siblings, like Luna and Mint; however, due to their lack of parental figures and shark behaviors, they went out in their separate ways. They do write each other letters about their lives, and those who didn't.. Were probably dead.

Boss Finn used to spy on humans when he's young. He observes their behaviors, their rich goals, their fancy interests, and anything to give him a boost to the top of the human food chain. When he became a member of the underworld, he observed criminals and cons' predatory tactics to do the same.

Despite being big with ego, Boss Finn is very self-conscious of losing. His old group remind him constantly that winning is everything, and if a big shark like him fail at one thing, he's washed out. After Sylvia made him realize his new path, Boss Finn isn't afraid of losing anymore.... Especially if he has to deal with a blocky, cunning negotiator like Quinn a lot.

Boss Finn has a good talent on everything, including Make-up. He loves to put them on for Halloween, maybe some for tests, and when he and Sylvia became a thing, he put some on her as a gift! She gives him back with lipstick markings around his face~

Boss Finn is the leading champion of his people's swimming competition. They have to race across various reefs, dangerous currents, and life-threatening monsters, and those who aren't competitors cheer for the winner. This is one of the only competitions Boss Finn wouldn't cheat because he's a natural.

The only thing about the competition is that it's just a three-yearly thing and not some regular event. That's why Finn wants to pursue a business he wants to make for himself daily.

Boss Finn is a magnet to the underwater ladies and gents. They leave him offerings, try to flirt with him, and even would kill each other for him. After he became Sylvia's BF, Boss Finn tries to negotiate a plan to lessen the potential murders and jealousy... And lessen the attraction from other shark men who kept their predatory eyes on his girl.

He got into the Itsy Bitsy Kaiju obsession when he spied on a couple of teens talking about the cards and their costs. Finn then went to a hobby shop, and while searching, he discovered a pack of cards that smelled different from the rest. After opening it, he discovered a very rare card and was so proud of it. He still kept it in his binder to this day and TCG became his thing.

Boss Finn always has his hair tied cuz it takes him a long time to get it combed without tangles, and it's easier for him to comb a hold of his hair without a single loose strange on his forehead. He also likes it when Sylvia smothers her face in his hair, commenting how soft it is. He does use the best quality of shampoo and conditioner.

Finally, Boss Finn really wants to break the cycle of how shark parents aren't there for their kids. After he and Sylvia became a thing, he had dreams of having kids with her and giving them the best lives. He would spoil them, protect them, playfully scare them, and most of all... It felt like he can say "I'll always be there and I'll always love you." whenever he tucks them to sleep... Because for once in a shark's life, a father will be there to raise his kid.

#potionomics #potionomics masterworks #boss finn #potionomics headcannons #headcannons #potionomics boss finn

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diz-eaze · 4 days ago

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Im sorry i do so many asks but i have WAY too many ideas

Im (very much still) obssesed with sumeru rn (idk why but yes.) and i feel obligated to have so many thoughs abt their hcs like:

Nilou would 100% feel so bad yet so fulfilled if reader ever gets matching tattoos with her. (She has one on her back) she would ask for months and feel horrible with herself but she cant help it.

Tighnari would literally give you the wrong medicine on purpose if reader is ever sick just so that he can spend more time with them in his care

Whenever Cyno is bored he would literally just search around for reader and watch them go about their day while also getting rid of anything that crosses path with them.

Kaveh spends all, and i mean ALL his free time designing the house for when reader and him get married and eventually live toghether (hes just delulu like that).

Wanderer will literally steal their things. Whether its a pencil or a hairpin, maybe even a notebook if hes lucky. He just wants to have things that remind him of them(not that they ever get out of his head). And also smt he convinces himself that bounds reader to him.

Alhaitham does smt similar exept with books. If you ever get obssesed with a book series hes going to read all of them. Hes also the one stealing books that they read. At this point they cant even go to that library anymore because all the books that they like are gone :(

omg you could never bother me with asks <3

no bc !! we need to bring back sumeru 😣 !!

i do think that nilou's is more of a henna than a tattoo since she doesn't have one on her back in her simulanka skin. so like... she's the one who applies henna on your skin, and you're the one who did the henna on her back... and of course, the two of you are matching <3 if the placement is also on your back, nilou would push for you to wear clothes that expose your backside, just like her goddess of flowers costume ! that way, all of the world can see just how well you two match each other in the form of henna <333

and tighnari and with his underhanded methods,,, so canon. he's the one who gave you the herbal medicine for a mild sickness you had, and yet he'd act clueless when you visit him, too. you inquire about not feeling any better, and he'd hum and jot down his notes, knowing full well that he's the reason for that. offers to check up on your body, and you let him, not knowing the vile intentions behind his clinical touch.

cyno loves to present himself as a harmless guy in your eyes, always joking around and rambling about tcg. makes you let your guard down around him, making it easy for him to win your trust. and he's caring ! always bringing a trinket when he comes to visit your workplace, announcing his presence in his deadpan voice. he's such a nice guy, so cyno intends to ensure that this facade he wears infront of you never crumbles. always cleans himself up after executing criminals, making sure not a speck of blood remains, and that his weapon is spotless. can't have you fearing him, after all.

alhaitham stealing all the books you were planning to read,,, genius. it allows him to study what you like and what your mind consists of, while also allowing him the opportunity to interact with you once you inevitably find out that he's the one who borrowed it from the library. he keeps his face neutral when you come knocking at his door and requesting the books, but deep inside, he's geeking out. keeps his cool, though, by teasing you; if you're shorter than him, he'll hold the book high up out of your reach. if you're taller than him, he'll hide it behind him. still, he gives it to you after much persuasion, and tells you to give it back to him once you're done reading because he needs to re-examine the book that now contains your touch.

#outro's asks <3 #outro's interlude <3 #no scara because this entire blog centralizes around him atp #and no kaveh bc.... looks around

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fanficfish · 11 months ago

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hetalia thought: the older they get, the more "fuck it we ball" the nations get

let me give examples.

-italy bros are at the least gonna hit 2000 soon. Both are bumbling idiots who are more here to have a good time then anything. I'm convinced they're stronger then they make themselves to be (they caught England with a hole. Yes he dropepd in there but how did they get him into the cell? Venezianobbeat up Turkey once, too, and i think that was when turkey was stronger....and if you think about it, veneziano pretending to be an idiot means he can get away with everything. Literally. Even if he sneaks into a meeting room, him yelling about pasta is enogh to make the others go "ah hes at it again"

-China lmand the maid dress cosplay. Enough said.

-the Nordics, who are all over a thousnad and most are prob older. Denmark doesn't give a shit anymore, Norway goes along with everything becauae why not it's entertainment, Sweden is a memelord. Finland is probably a bit younger so he's a little more grounded, and so is Iceland- they follow the rest but i think they haave a bit more sense of not letting time just go by completely. -America and Canada are young and you can see it- they try to fit in with the rest but over or underdo it and are surprised at things like weekends passing by in a blink of an eye. Germany too, the three of them are babies and just don't quite get the joke sometimes, not for lack of trying.

-England is also up there and i mean. England and his brothers made up English TCG pokemon whatever

-france has long since accepted the idea of being a free spirit. He exists and contemplates and does his thing, knowing time will pass and he might as well try to do the little he can.

-we all know russia was hit one too many times by General Winter. Ukraine surprisingly seems to have her head, but Belarus definitely let the age get to her....just a little. I have a bet she's spent so long chasing Russia she doesn't really know how to stop.

-Poland also doesn't give a shit he just wants his ponies. Man's embraced modern life and decided to just take things as it goes. Lithuania would be dead from stressing at him if he wasn't immortal.

-japan is also pretty old but he is an outlier as far as im concerned becauae this man is a boomer whose besties are a bunch of gen Zs and he might as well be one of them. i think he's done better at the aging thing at least.

-not gonna touch on spain and olive oil. -or Austria's entertainment source being infuriating to his hosts and then marrying everyone.

-or Prussia who's kinda just gone awesome

-or Switzerland who saw the world as said fuck all lf you (cue the red cross) yall need therapy (adopts a sister) why am i the sane one here (puts up security cameras)

-and then ofc there's Greece, who long ago philosophiciEd tok hard and now knows the only things that matter in life are sleep, cats, and occassionally hanging iut with your best frenemy.

#hetalia headcanons #hetalia #hws #hetalia hcs

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caramelstarlight · 2 years ago

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Shsjs I don't have any ideas anymore but maybe a sumeru men with a reader that like has a cryo vision where sometimes when they sneeze or get scared snowflakes appear randomly around them

OMG R U ELSA THAT YOU???? /j

The sumeru men are usually referring to our good 4 Kaveh,Alhaitham,Tighnari and Cyno I’m pretty sure. Sorry if you wanted all the male sumeru characters-

I love getting replies from Tighnari people bc they all say they’re coming home. Also does anyone know where which mcdonald he works at?

(YES I USE LIGHT MODE DONT BULLY ME-)

Snow-?!

How the sumeru boys react to snowflakes appearing around you at certain types of interactions.

Tighnari,Cyno,Kaveh and Alhaitham (Separately and by order) (Stalking / Following in Kavehs and Alhaitham’s.)

Tighnari

As you sat around his room in Gandharva Ville while he did research a bit of oxygen came into the room. With pollen. It landed right onto your nose somehow and you sneezed.

Snowflakes appeared around you as Tighnari turned around to checks up on you from the sneeze.

He was confused,startled and worried seeing you sneeze when snowflakes were around you. It rarely snows in the avidya forest so he figured it came from your vision. Maybe you haven’t finished your learning with it.

“Y/N are you alright?” He’d say as he came closer to you. Watching a few snowflakes dangle and dance around you before they melted to the floor from the heat.

“Yeah it’s just pollen. It triggered my nose.” You would say as all the snowflakes melted. Dangling your feet off his bed.

He sat down next to you and curled his tail around you bringing you closer. “It’s not too cold for you is it…-?” He would ask as he rarely got cold due to the extra heat he gained from his tail and ears. Seemingly trying to warm you up before you answered.

“No it’s at a comfortable temperature. Well only at the daytime I suppose. It does get more chilly at night sometimes.” You would reply to him.

“Tell me when you get cold then alright?” He’d ask and you’d nod at his words. You both sat in silence for a few moments. Playing with his tail as his head was buried into the crock of your neck. He held back purrs till he couldn’t. Not knowing until you pointed it out.

He’d get up and go back to his desk quickly afterwards. Focusing on his research again as he tried to hide his blush. You laughed slightly amused about it before going onto your phone as you waited for him.

Cyno

He sat next to you looking at the night sky. Maybe trying to come up with more jokes at the moment or thinking of new TCG strategies.

A sudden gust of wind from a sandstorm made you sneeze from the dust. Snowflakes appeared around you and cyno craned his head around. Feeling a few land on him.

“You sneeze snowflakes-?” He’d question most likely coming up with a joke. “Yes, I do.” You would say as he changed his siting position. His gaze lingered on you and the snowflakes watching them melt quickly in the heat.

He seemed to be stumped on any jokes with sneezing and snow. His eyes still on you as you waited for him. Knowing he was thinking.

“If you cryo’d(cried) would they still appear or freeze?” He’d ask. “Really-? I don’t know actually.” You would say at the joke.

“Maybe the snowflakes are getting to you. My audience seems cold(no reaction) with the jokes.” Cyno said. “Yeah…” you’d say still not laughing or finding it funny.

He’d stopped telling jokes as he seemed to not come up with any more. “Do you want to go to sleep yet? I can keep watch.”

“Why can’t we both sleep together at the same time. I don’t want you to always keep watch and end up tired.” You’d say with concern. “Don’t worry I’ll join you once I know nobodys coming to harm us.” He’d say as you went inside the tent.

Only feeling his presence within 2 hours later. He would wrap his arms around you as he fell asleep. Getting your rest from the lengthy trip.

Kaveh

Someone was following you at the store. Hurrying to get what you needed from the isles. Doing it quickly as he kept following. Calling kaveh while using the shopping cart.

“K-kaveh…-?” You’d ask as he picked up hearing your voice his heart shattered. “Y/N?! What’s wrong-?!” He’d ask with panic hearing the fear. “This guy won’t stop following me Kaveh please help… I’m at (store in port ormos or sumeru city)” walking faster to the register. “I’m on my way! I’ll be there. Kavehs coming.”

You’d make a slight whimper as you reached the cash register. The man didn’t go into your lane and instead watched you from the distance.

The cashier saw you scared with snowflakes around you. “D-don-don’t worry about me or my snowflakes it’s just comes with emotions. This guy won’t stop following me. I’m scared…” You’d tell them as the guy came closer to you and the lane you were in.

When kaveh busted in to the threshold. Seeing you about to be taken by this guy. You letted out a few whimpers until kaveh kicked them away. (In the nuts LMAOO-)

“Are you alright Y/N dear?” He’d ask holding you immediately from their grasp. He saw you sobbing into his chest as he became angry at them. “How dare you make Y/N cry! Why I will report this to the corps of 30 on you with evidence!”

He’d say angry at them as the man was on the ground. The cashier recording the situation for evidence later on.

Kaveh carried you Bridal style back to Alhaitham’s house. After knowing you weren’t injuries and just scared he held you. Letting you sob with your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/N… It’s my fault I should’ve came with you.” He’d tell you. “It’s not your fault Kaveh…” you said to him as he comforted you.

“Next time I’m coming with you.” He would say as he ignored the snow falling onto his clothes. “Thank you kaveh.” You would tell him. Grateful he arrived quickly.

AlHaitham

As you arrived in sumeru city you noticed someone following you. From the grand bazaar to lambads tavern.Seemingly trying to take you when no one was around. You went inside lambads cafe as you told lambads what was happening. You quickly went upstairs to order. Hiding your phone behind the menu.

“Al-alhaitham…?” You’d say quietly as he picked up his phone and responded to the call. “Do you need something- Oh Y/N. Are you okay-?” He’d question as you informed him on the situation. “Alright I’ll be there with backup. I’ll get him behind bars don’t worry.”

He stayed on the call to keep you company as you waited for your food to arrive. Trying to hide yourself from the stalker. Who was near your table. Suddenly the door was opened by Alhaitham with multiple corps of 30 people. Everyone was shocked as he went towards lambad to know your table.

He went upstairs to you and near the stalker. Who seemed to want to fight with alhaitham for some reason. Definitely not a smart move. “I don’t need to fight when all I need to do is think.”

He’d say as he showed the video recording you gave him of them following. He was already telling the corps of 30 multiple pieces of information of this man and he seemed to match a description of a person perfectly.

The man was then arrested as the corps of 30 left to go deal with the man. He sat with you at the table to eat lunch as you ordered what he and you wanted.

“I’ll pay for us Y/N.” Alhaitham stated as you both began to eat. Enjoying the food in the little chatter and mostly comfortable silence.

Once he payed he took you home. Already knowing about the snowflakes you would have appear at certain situations. He held you close to him as he helped you try to forget about the encounter you had.

Which seemed to work. You fell asleep on him and he put you on his bed before sitting down next to you and reading a book.

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