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[aireia]

" i hope i'm right by you in every life we live. "

- ✧⡈ @ AIREIA . ANY PRONOUNS . ─── 00.000000000

⌗.. links... i. (old)masterlist ii. rules iii. byf & dni

↳ Gachiakuta kidnapped me and threw me into the rabbit hole itself. I'm here voluntarily.

"In any case, I believe the sky you live under is brighter than any sky I'll see."

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[drkittenwhiskers]

Hello! Can I the OB boys with a fem reader who has a habit of sleeping on them and hugging them tightly when she sleeps with them? Thank you! (and sry if this sounds a bit weird. I have a habit of hugging my pillow when I sleep)

Sleepy Cuddles

Overblot Boys x Reader

Notes: I don’t think hugging your pillow is weird, I don’t do it personally, but I think a lot of people do😊 This is a super cute request, like it might get self indulgent at some points lolol

Riddle

At first, Riddle thinks it’s unacceptable. It’s one thing for partners to share the same bed, but a whole different thing when said partner doesn’t believe in personal space.

It was already a lot for him getting used to the idea of sharing a bed in the first place, now he has to get used to the idea of cuddling.

Riddle doesn’t get much hugs to begin with, unless they’re from you, and while he loves them, he almost collared you when you rolled onto him one night.

He went completely stiff, his heart beating fast, and his face bright red, but as he noticed you weren’t going to move, he started to enjoy it.

The warmth of your two bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your heartbeat helping to slow his down, and your cute little snores.

Nowadays, whenever you don’t cuddle up to him at night, he assumes you’re upset or he’s done something wrong.

Leona

Lions naturally sleep in piles, so it wouldn’t be far off for lion beastfolk to fall asleep cuddling one another.

In fact, it was Leona who rolled over on top of you one day, then you just snuggled in, and it’s been that way ever since.

Leona does notice after a while that you prefer holding onto him and cuddling, rather than him sleeping on top of you, so he pays more attention.

He’ll pull you in rather than rolling onto you, or just placing you on top of him, he’ll just wrap an arm around your waist and let you do what you want.

Once Leona gets used to you cuddling him, he’s going to expect cuddles every night, so you should warn him in advance before you get in bed.

If not, he’s just gonna snuggle up to you, and pull you close like he always does.

Azul

Like Riddle, Azul finds it unacceptable when you suddenly get into his personal space at first. But unlike Riddle, he immediately takes it as a sign that you’re comfortable with him.

He also goes stiff the first few times you roll on top of him, or squeeze him tight in your sleep. Not because he’s uncomfortable, but because he doesn’t want to disturb you.

It means so much to him that you’re comfortable enough to be so close to him while being in your most vulnerable state, and he doesn’t want to ruin anything.

Azul slowly starts to get used to it, and you notice that he’ll cling onto you too, though it hard to tell if it because he loves you so much, or it’s just instinct from being an octomer.

Either way, you two become so used to each other’s body heat, that whenever you’re not near each other, it’s freezing.

Jamil

Jamil finds it odd at first, but takes it as a sign of trust and show of further your relationship, and just cuddles you back after a while.

It does get hot in Scarabia, so sometimes he’ll slide you off without waking you up somehow, so you’ll open your eyes the next morning and notice you’re separated.

When Jamil doesn’t end up sliding you off, he’ll wrap an arm around you tightly in an almost vice grip, as if someone was going to steal you.

You’re the first person he’s ever shared his heart with, and he wants to be the only one, so if cuddling makes you happy, so be it, it makes him happy too.

If you really are bothered by getting slid off sometimes, he’ll compromise by holding your hand, so you won’t be completely apart.

Vil

Vil almost thought you had lost your mind the first time you snuggle your way into his personal space. Why you go and ruin his beauty sleep?? You know the oils from your face are gonna-…

“Wait, couples actually do this outside of tv…”, he thinks as he looks down at your peaceful face.

It takes a while for Vil to get used to, but the number one rule is that you CANNOT press your cheek against his.

Even if he has you on the same impeccable skincare routine as his, he doesn’t want to risk any drool, he’d rather you drool on his pajamas top if either of you can help it.

Eventually, Vil will welcome your cuddles with open arms, and even be excited for them as they’ll start being his most favorite part of the day.

Idia

Idia audibly gasps the first time, and probably the next couple time you wrap your arms around him in your sleep. He doesn’t even think he’s worthy of being your ‘snuggle buddy’.

He unironically calls the two of you that now ever since he got used to you cuddling him, and he thinks of it as some kind of honor.

Idia already treats your hugs as some kind of power up, but you cuddling him in bed at night like he’s some romance manga protagonist? He treats it as a SSR legendary reward you can only earn at the highest possible level.

You better believe he’s never letting you go, you’re his ‘snuggle buddy’ now, no matter how cringe that sounds to you and him.

Since Idia spends so much time in his room, and you hang out there a lot, he won’t initiate it himself, but he’ll start subtly asking for cuddles all the time.

He’ll want you to snuggle up to him while he’s playing on his console, he’ll want you on his lap when he’s sitting his gaming chair, and he’ll want you to lay on top of him while you’re watching anime together.

You of course don’t mind at all, and you two become almost inseparable in the comfort of Idia’s room.

Malleus

Malleus thinks you rolling on top of him at night and hug him tight as just another one of your human customs, so he welcomes the gesture with open arms.

He loves getting to know you better and learning about the strange things humans do, so after a few nights of this, he’ll ask you directly why you cuddle him so tightly at night.

When you explain it’s a gesture of love and trust, Malleus is overjoyed that his child of man feels so close to him.

He quickly begins to cuddle you at night as well to show how much he loves and trust you back, he even curls around you slightly as if you’re a hoard of treasure, which to him, you are.

Malleus loves cuddling so much to the point where he’ll start doing it in public, he won’t care, and it’s not like anyone’s going to tell him to stop besides his more eccentric guard.

Whether you do or don’t like it, you’ll have to explain what PDA is, why other people could be uncomfortable by it, and whether or not you’re comfortable with it.

More Notes: This was so cute to write omg🥹💕 I think you can lowkey see my favoritism showing with this one… But like, some of them, I felt like I’d be dragging it if I added any more bullet points😭

[rho-229]

Spa Day!!

Vil Schoenheit was a very busy person, all things considered. He had acting and school work and housewarden duties and his rigorous self improvement routines. And although he had been avoiding acting during school months, he had accidentally roped himself into a longer project than expected. Today, that production was coming to an end. What better way to celebrate and unwind than with a spa day with his s/o? So, at approximately 5:00 am, you are dragged from Vil’s silky sheets and taken to the nicest spa center in Foothill town. It’s one of those spas with the saunas and the massages and the nice drinks and such. 

The sauna is humid as hell. You’ve never really liked saunas. But Vil does, and Vil will be shirtless, so what do you care? You end up lying on his shoulder, much to his delight chagrin. The sauna is very sweaty. You could complain, but hey- relaxing Vil. Vil, leaning back against the wooden wall, eyes closed and sleepy. His hair is folded up in a towel, with just a few strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead. He doesn’t really enjoy the feeling of saunas himself, but he understands the benefits of them- so you know he’s just trying to wait out his recommended 10-15 minutes. Why not try to mess with him a little? You poke his cheek,

“Prefect.” 

“Pookie-kins.”

“Sweet potato.”

“Babygirl.”

“Darling.”

“My beautiful Queen.”

“Do NOT touch my face with your unwashed hands.” He says, cracking open an eye to give you a stern look. You very slowly bring up your hand and lay your palm on . . the top of his head. Vil sighs, and closes his eyes again. It’s okay though, because the timer for the end of your sauna time goes off. 

Soon enough you find yourself sitting upright so the spa lady can put a mask on your face. The cold mud makes you shiver, so you turn a skeptical glance at Vil.

“Are these really necessary?” You ask. If you were anyone else, Vil would be scolding you for ignoring the talk that the massagers had just given them- about what each product was and what it did. But he was tired, and he did have a soft spot for you. 

“Of course. It draws out the oil and dirt and such.” 

“Seems suspicious.” That drew a scoff from Vil.

“How so?” 

“Mud. Maybe it has parasites. Crawls into our brains and controls us, and we’re none the wiser!” You say, shifting over to face Vil. Vil offers you a semi-fond, semi-exasperated look. Placing a hand on your hip, he shifts you back to your side.

“Hmm. Can’t say I ever entertained the idea. Don’t roll over now, the mask will smudge.”

You pout, but you stay on your back and just lay there as the spa lady comes back to put the cucumbers over your eyes.

“Does THIS do anything?” This time, the spa lady hears you.

“Putting cucumbers over your eyes helps reduce puffiness, irritation, and it hydrates your skin.” She says. You awkwardly smile, and Vil laughs to himself before clearing his throat. Once the attendant leaves, you pick a cucumber off your eye and glance at Vil.

“Vil, you know what I deserve?”

“What?”

“Your cucumber . .-”

“What a crude way to ask f-”

“-ss. Your cucumbers. Give me your cucumber slices, I deserve a snack.” 

This drew a pause from your boyfriend.

“ . . Sweet potato . . You know what? Fine. Have them.” He peeled the cucumber slices off his eyes and handed them to you. You took off your own, and maintaining eye contact with Vil, you ate all four slices. You’re pretty sure that some of your mud mask was on the cucumber, but ah well. 

The rest of the spa day is uneventful, because you and Vil were in separate rooms during the massages. But, at the end of the day, Vil takes you back to Pomefiore so you can watch his latest production. It’s a lovely movie- even lovelier because it’s the first large scale production starring Vil Schoenheit as the protagonist. 

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My first time writing Vil . . It’s kinda meh but yk not that bad. He’s a very pretty man. Every day I mourn the fact that I don’t have any of his SSRs. Anyway . . @rotten-despair

[aireia]

I forgot I had a tumblr account sorry gais

[spherewrite]

Its me...again. we all know this scene of Zanka..can I get hcs or a short fic on gn!reader walking in on that and calming his ass down, forcing him to rest and basically reader just pampers him and gets the treatment hes been needing

(I love your work....dont die on me...🥺🤤

locked in

673 words. #ihatestudying #freemefromthishell #highkeyselfindulgent

“dude, calm down.”

a small thud echoed through the four corners of zanka’s room, accompanied by the noise out of you as you loudly sip from your juice box.

his bloodshot eyes turned towards you, the pencil rolling off the table and dropping straight to the floor, the lead chipping off in the silence of it all.

“what?” you made your way next to him and picked up his pencil. you looked over his notes that were filled with annotations done with different pen colors; you assumed they symbolize the importance and classification of each information. “that’s a lot. we have to study all that?”

“ya called me, ‘dude,’” was what zanka replied instead of answering your inquiry.

“i called out your name multiple times, dummy,” you raised an eyebrow at him and flicked his forehead. “guess you were too locked in to even hear me, huh.”

zanka frowned and watched you sharpen his pencil. as soon as you finished, you gave it to him, but he only stared at it.

“tired?” you asked him, taking his hand and placing the pencil on his palm. you rubbed your thumb gently on his hand. “when you feel dull, take a rest to sharpen your mind again, zanka.”

“‘m not a pencil,” he murmured, immediately catching on to your poor attempt to make an analogy between the pencil and his work/study ethic.

you chuckled and squished his face with your hands. “you’re human, and it’s okay to get tired.”

“y’say that, but—“

you silenced him with a peck, feeling the dryness of his lips. pulling away from him, you giggled. “zanka, your lips—they’re so dry.”

zanka frowned, and his brows furrowed. he brought a finger to his lips and felt the flaky skin of it. “i didn’t notice.”

you pulled out the vaseline you had placed in zanka’s desk drawer—proudly nodding at him for not throwing it out—and took some on your finger. one hand held zanka’s face steady, and the other on his lips, moisturizing them.

your finger finished applying the vaseline, and yet it stayed there—lingering, and feeling the softness of his lips.

“…yer distracting me,” zanka lightheartedly grumbled, looking away from your gaze. and yet, he didn’t brush your hands off him.

you laughed at him. “what? from your studies?”

blood rushed to zanka’s face, and he could no longer contain the embarrassment from being called “dude” by his partner, to spacing out when you handed him the pencil, to getting kissed by you, only to be laughed at because of his chapped lips, and this…

yeah, this is hopeless. he needs to get back to studying and get his mind off how annoyingly comforting your presence was. he can’t afford to lose more time… but he doesn’t mind either if you take more of his time because everything seems fine as long as it’s you, or with you.

chuckling, you stood up and hugged him, standing from behind his seat. “i’ll bring you some refreshments. just chill, zanka. you won’t be able to retain information if you’re too worked up about getting everything perfect.”

zanka felt his stiffened body soften with your whispers. he didn’t realize just how riled up he actually was—too caught up in his studies, neglecting his health, forgetting how big the world around him was.

you kissed him on the temple and whispered, “i’ll be back,” to him.

turning his swivel chair to you, he pulled you towards him, and you landed on his lap. “leavin’ already?”

“i thought i was distracting you?”

zanka sighed. “…ya don’t wanna study together?”

“only if you promise you’ll take a rest,” you grinned at him. “what? you don’t want my head exploding out of info overload, do you?”

“fine. i will.”

“okay, then i’ll get us some snacks first, then we can start!” you giddily hopped off him and went straight to the door. “have a quick rest first while i’m gone. you hear me?”

zanka fought back a smile and leaned back on his chair. “yeah. hurry up.”

masterlist.

🚯 this was so... self-indulgent because i'm literally in the same situation as this photo right now lmfao i actually let out a loud laugh when i saw this in my inbox bc wtf why do you have a picture of me?! kidding. i think i went a lil ooc somewhere there but who gaf i need a study buddy and i want it to be zanka and i want this type of shit happening to me (and honestly when were x reader fics never not a lil ooc what haha #copium) im yapping too much im writing this as i am taking a break from studying... it's my midterms week, god save me.

i have read the latest manga chapter but i haven't completely formulated my thoughts about it.. might post it soon or not idk #whenissoon

[aireia]

thinking about...

— tamsy caines x gn! reader, no pronouns used cw. character death (temporarily), more death (not tamsy or reader), isekai, lowercase intentional, ooc warning here don't say i didn't warn you, no beta we die like my luck

BEFORE YOU PROCEED: this fic contains spoilers for tamsy as a character.

a/n: idk you guys tell me if you want me to continue on this because i actually have a fuck load of ideas LMAO

thinking about…

getting reincarnated in a manhwa you were reading about. more specifically, a manhwa about a prince who was described as rebellious, who pierced his face and spun yarn on a spindle in his free time. 

you’d finished the manhwa a while ago, and though you had read many historical series, this one did make a lasting impression on you. you remember particularly enjoying the way the author illustrated the prince's thought process, and his sadistic personality grew on you somewhere in the middle of the story. he was exactly the type of villain you wanted in a generic story – sadistic, cruel, someone with no sad backstory to defend their actions…

so imagine thinking it was time for a reread, because most of the series that you had been following were either on a hiatus, or had gotten repetitive. you’re laying in bed with your phone propped up beside you, scrolling through the chapters where the nobles of the sphere gathered for an event where prince tamsy caines would choose his partner. 

if you’re not mistaken, this is the same chapter where the prince manipulates a chain of events that sets the ballroom into flames, resulting in the death of multiple nobles… but with how meticulous his planning was, it was classified as an accident, and no one in the kingdom suspected that he was behind it at all. 

your eyes grew heavy after a while, and you fell asleep. 

you didn’t expect to open your eyes to find yourself dressed in formal attire you would’ve never been able to afford as a college student, nor were you expecting to find yourself holding a glass of champagne in the corner of a grand looking room. your eyes darted around. the lights from the chandeliers were blinding. 

it didn’t take long for you to spot a familiar, or rather unfamiliar figure walking up the stairs. you didn’t know how you got here in the first place. either this is some twisted dream, or you died in your sleep. yea. that must be it. 

either way, you have to get out of this ballroom right this instant, or you’d die again. you could’ve been reincarnated into any of those manhwas where you were simply a rich background character, but into a manhwa where you have a 99% death rate? those lectures you had in the morning suddenly sounded like heaven. there’s no way you were going to die because of some flames.

you put on your best smile and headed towards one of the attendants holding a tray, politely handing over your glass before making your way towards the very obvious exit. the gigantic door with guards stationed by them. 

just before you got to your carriage, you saw it. a slight glow of orange where it shouldn’t have been, followed by screaming, panicking, and the sound of rocks crumbling. exactly how big is the fire tamsy caused? 

you glanced back at the chaos, and there he was – prince tamsy, standing on the balcony, his hair swaying in the wind, and most of all, he was staring at you. you could see it, even with the distance between the both of you. he knew there was something up with you.

the coachman ushered you to get into your carriage. he needed to get you back home before chaos got to where you were, since everyone had just started fleeing. once you got in, and the carriage started moving, you watched from the window as a guard approached tamsy to bring him to safety. 

the news came the next morning. word spread quickly in the kingdom, after all. the public were coming up with their own theories, publishers were trying to get any information they could. 

you woke up in a soft bed, with silk pillows and warm blankets. this was definitely not a dream anymore. tamsy was onto you, and you knew it. you weren’t even supposed to exist in the story, but you will change the plot by simply wishing for your survival. 

the situation died down months later, after multiple speeches from the royal family, with promises to strengthen the security and make sure nothing of this sort happened again. you had gotten used to life around the sphere, and the months of silence led you to believe you were safe… 

until an envelope with the seal of the caines family arrived at your door one day. 

now, you stood in front of the king, the queen, and prince tamsy caines himself, who had written to propose to you. 

fuck. you’re screwed.

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[aireia]

guys is this what being jumped feels like.....

i did NAWT expect people to like the silly idea i got while dying in class

[aireia]

thinking about...

— tamsy caines x gn! reader, no pronouns used cw. character death (temporarily), more death (not tamsy or reader), isekai, lowercase intentional, ooc warning here don't say i didn't warn you, no beta we die like my luck

BEFORE YOU PROCEED: this fic contains spoilers for tamsy as a character.

a/n: idk you guys tell me if you want me to continue on this because i actually have a fuck load of ideas LMAO

thinking about…

getting reincarnated in a manhwa you were reading about. more specifically, a manhwa about a prince who was described as rebellious, who pierced his face and spun yarn on a spindle in his free time. 

you’d finished the manhwa a while ago, and though you had read many historical series, this one did make a lasting impression on you. you remember particularly enjoying the way the author illustrated the prince's thought process, and his sadistic personality grew on you somewhere in the middle of the story. he was exactly the type of villain you wanted in a generic story – sadistic, cruel, someone with no sad backstory to defend their actions…

so imagine thinking it was time for a reread, because most of the series that you had been following were either on a hiatus, or had gotten repetitive. you’re laying in bed with your phone propped up beside you, scrolling through the chapters where the nobles of the sphere gathered for an event where prince tamsy caines would choose his partner. 

if you’re not mistaken, this is the same chapter where the prince manipulates a chain of events that sets the ballroom into flames, resulting in the death of multiple nobles… but with how meticulous his planning was, it was classified as an accident, and no one in the kingdom suspected that he was behind it at all. 

your eyes grew heavy after a while, and you fell asleep. 

you didn’t expect to open your eyes to find yourself dressed in formal attire you would’ve never been able to afford as a college student, nor were you expecting to find yourself holding a glass of champagne in the corner of a grand looking room. your eyes darted around. the lights from the chandeliers were blinding. 

it didn’t take long for you to spot a familiar, or rather unfamiliar figure walking up the stairs. you didn’t know how you got here in the first place. either this is some twisted dream, or you died in your sleep. yea. that must be it. 

either way, you have to get out of this ballroom right this instant, or you’d die again. you could’ve been reincarnated into any of those manhwas where you were simply a rich background character, but into a manhwa where you have a 99% death rate? those lectures you had in the morning suddenly sounded like heaven. there’s no way you were going to die because of some flames.

you put on your best smile and headed towards one of the attendants holding a tray, politely handing over your glass before making your way towards the very obvious exit. the gigantic door with guards stationed by them. 

just before you got to your carriage, you saw it. a slight glow of orange where it shouldn’t have been, followed by screaming, panicking, and the sound of rocks crumbling. exactly how big is the fire tamsy caused? 

you glanced back at the chaos, and there he was – prince tamsy, standing on the balcony, his hair swaying in the wind, and most of all, he was staring at you. you could see it, even with the distance between the both of you. he knew there was something up with you.

the coachman ushered you to get into your carriage. he needed to get you back home before chaos got to where you were, since everyone had just started fleeing. once you got in, and the carriage started moving, you watched from the window as a guard approached tamsy to bring him to safety. 

the news came the next morning. word spread quickly in the kingdom, after all. the public were coming up with their own theories, publishers were trying to get any information they could. 

you woke up in a soft bed, with silk pillows and warm blankets. this was definitely not a dream anymore. tamsy was onto you, and you knew it. you weren’t even supposed to exist in the story, but you will change the plot by simply wishing for your survival. 

the situation died down months later, after multiple speeches from the royal family, with promises to strengthen the security and make sure nothing of this sort happened again. you had gotten used to life around the sphere, and the months of silence led you to believe you were safe… 

until an envelope with the seal of the caines family arrived at your door one day. 

now, you stood in front of the king, the queen, and prince tamsy caines himself, who had written to propose to you. 

fuck. you’re screwed.

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[kxsagi]

ever since i saw the panel where he turns into inner tamsy talking about "ew this is so now what im looking for" i always imagine tamsy being a super toxic gamer

“𝐞𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫!!”

a/n: this manga panel KILLS me every time i see it

the first thing you learn about gamer!tamsy is that he does not play games for fun. 

he plays them like his pride, reputation, and entire bloodline are on the line. 

the second thing you learn is that sitting next to him while he plays is the funniest mistake you could possibly make. 

you’re on the floor with your back against the couch while he’s sprawled across it above you, sweatshirt sleeves pushed up and controller clutched like it personally offended him. the TV lights up the room and reflects in his eyes while he leans forward, intensely focused. 

his teammates spawn on the screen. 

tamsy squints. “ugh.” 

you glance up at him. “what.” 

“look at them.” 

you look at the screen. tiny characters running around. 

“they’re just standing there,” he mutters, offended. “why are they standing there.” 

“maybe they’re thinking?” 

“no,” he says flatly. “they’re useless.” 

one of the teammates sends a friendly ping. 

tamsy visibly recoils. 

“what the– the power of friendship?” he actually gags. “ew. that is SO not what i’m looking for.” 

you choke on laughter. “IT’S A TEAM GAME.” 

“exactly,” he says darkly. “and yet they insist on ruining it.” 

the match starts and unfortunately for everyone involved, tamsy is really good. his character is flying across the map, eliminating enemies left and right while he mutters constant commentary under his breath. 

“that was sloppy.” 

“what are they doing.” 

“diabolical positioning.” 

you’re wiping tears from your eyes trying not to laugh. 

then suddenly– 

his teammate accidentally blocks one of his shots. 

tamsy goes still. 

“… did you see that…” 

“yeah?” 

“this fucker–” 

“tamsy–” 

“they moved DIRECTLY into my line of fire.” 

“they’re on your team!” 

“not anymore.” 

you’re about to respond when suddenly his character gets taken out. 

the screen flashes ELIMINATED. 

silence. 

tamsy stares at the screen. 

“… lag.” 

you turn around slowly. “skill issue?” 

he looks at you like you just declared war. “IT WAS LAG.” 

“the wifi is fine.” 

“NO IT’S NOT.” 

you laugh so hard you slide halfway onto the couch. 

the next match loads, and this time you lean your head against his arm. 

he glances down. “what are you doing.” 

“moral support.” 

he grimaces. “disgusting.” 

“wow.” 

“don’t do that.” 

“wow.” 

“this is why gamers can’t have relationships.” 

“you literally asked me to come over.” 

“that was before this betrayal.” 

despite the complaining, he doesn’t move away. if anything he leans a little closer while focusing on the screen again. 

then very carefully, you reach over… 

and press a random button on his controller. 

his character jumps straight off a ledge. 

into enemy fire. 

ELIMINATED. 

the room goes more silent than before. 

slowly… slowly… tamsy turns his head toward you. 

“did you just kill me 🙂” 

you grin sweetly. “the power of friendship.” 

he stares at you like you committed a crime. 

“you are banned from touching the controller.” 

“worth it.” 

he sighs dramatically and leans back into the couch like the most exhausted man alive. 

“this,” he mutters, grabbing the controller again, “is why solo queue exists.” 

you beam up at him. “because your girlfriend bullies you?” 

“because teammates are unreliable.” 

“i’m not even in the game.” 

he gives you a long, suspicious look. “exactly.”  

you scoot closer again anyway, leaning against him. 

he sighs like he’s deeply suffering. 

but he still lets you stay there while the next match loads. 

and when another teammate sends a friendly emote, he grumbles under his breath– 

“stop.” 

you grin. “friendship?” 

he shudders. “don’t say that word.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[aireia]

Thinking about…

Being paired up with Chem student! Jabber for labs.  

It doesn’t matter what day it is, it’s always a 50/50 with Jabber. He’s smart, yes. Consistently staying on top of the class for theoretical exams with minimal effort (since he understood everything already), but lab work and reports? That’s a completely different story.

With all the different chemicals on the table, you have only a few outcomes: 

1. He gets distracted and somehow manages to get his hands on chemicals you weren’t supposed to have in the first place. Does a completely different experiment and it ends up successful.  2. He actually does the assignment with you. Experiment success. Your assignment is saved.  3. Somehow ends up making a poison. Tries to test poison on himself, gets slapped on the back of his head by you before he can do anything. Huh. Maybe that’s why he still does it.

You’ve lost count how many times you’ve had to drag Jabber to apologise to the instructor at this point, and you’re surprised about the fact that he hasn’t been banned from the lab yet. 

The only pros that you’ve gotten out of this arrangement is that you’ve gotten somewhat close with him, and can text him whenever you have problems with just about anything for the subject. 

Which of course, comes with a ton of cons by itself since you now have an alarm named Jabber who spams your inbox every morning without fail and asks to drag you out whenever he’s bored, which is… Most of the time.

The first time you went to his place to study for an upcoming test (which in hindsight, was probably your fault for even agreeing to go to his in the first place), you were hit with the nauseating smell of chemicals that probably weren’t meant to be in someone’s house. 

And by some miracle, you passed the test. You got tutored by a maniac and passed. A smart one, but still a maniac nonetheless.

Sometimes you wonder if he’s just hanging around because he’s bored and he gets interesting reactions from you, but you’ve really only seen him disturb others for the sole purpose of disturbing them, and he probably hasn’t forwarded an email from your professor to them with genuine excitement that he’d get to work in the lab again, even if it meant causing trouble. 

You also haven’t seen him explain topics to others as thoroughly as he does whenever he’s with you. He sounds more confusing than he usually is, and it sounds like he’s intentionally trying to make them frustrated. 

Like that one time he sent a voice mail to you telling you about a dream he had… Right claw, neurotoxin… Left claw… Something. You didn’t understand then, and you still don’t, no matter how many times he explains it over a cup of coffee.

Now that you think about it, you wonder if Jabber has any feelings for you. He’s treated you to drinks more times than you can count, and he’s one of the reasons your grades have shot up, even though he absolutely refuses to study and tries to drag you out of the library if he ever sees you there…

Nah. That’s a thought for another day.

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize, translate or feed to AI.

we're back to thinking chat hi jabber lovers i found out i couldn't find anything to read because i read too much. my solution is to write.

[aireia]

Thinking about…

Being paired up with Chem student! Jabber for labs.  

It doesn’t matter what day it is, it’s always a 50/50 with Jabber. He’s smart, yes. Consistently staying on top of the class for theoretical exams with minimal effort (since he understood everything already), but lab work and reports? That’s a completely different story.

With all the different chemicals on the table, you have only a few outcomes: 

1. He gets distracted and somehow manages to get his hands on chemicals you weren’t supposed to have in the first place. Does a completely different experiment and it ends up successful.  2. He actually does the assignment with you. Experiment success. Your assignment is saved.  3. Somehow ends up making a poison. Tries to test poison on himself, gets slapped on the back of his head by you before he can do anything. Huh. Maybe that’s why he still does it.

You’ve lost count how many times you’ve had to drag Jabber to apologise to the instructor at this point, and you’re surprised about the fact that he hasn’t been banned from the lab yet. 

The only pros that you’ve gotten out of this arrangement is that you’ve gotten somewhat close with him, and can text him whenever you have problems with just about anything for the subject. 

Which of course, comes with a ton of cons by itself since you now have an alarm named Jabber who spams your inbox every morning without fail and asks to drag you out whenever he’s bored, which is… Most of the time.

The first time you went to his place to study for an upcoming test (which in hindsight, was probably your fault for even agreeing to go to his in the first place), you were hit with the nauseating smell of chemicals that probably weren’t meant to be in someone’s house. 

And by some miracle, you passed the test. You got tutored by a maniac and passed. A smart one, but still a maniac nonetheless.

Sometimes you wonder if he’s just hanging around because he’s bored and he gets interesting reactions from you, but you’ve really only seen him disturb others for the sole purpose of disturbing them, and he probably hasn’t forwarded an email from your professor to them with genuine excitement that he’d get to work in the lab again, even if it meant causing trouble. 

You also haven’t seen him explain topics to others as thoroughly as he does whenever he’s with you. He sounds more confusing than he usually is, and it sounds like he’s intentionally trying to make them frustrated. 

Like that one time he sent a voice mail to you telling you about a dream he had… Right claw, neurotoxin… Left claw… Something. You didn’t understand then, and you still don’t, no matter how many times he explains it over a cup of coffee.

Now that you think about it, you wonder if Jabber has any feelings for you. He’s treated you to drinks more times than you can count, and he’s one of the reasons your grades have shot up, even though he absolutely refuses to study and tries to drag you out of the library if he ever sees you there…

Nah. That’s a thought for another day.

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize, translate or feed to AI.

we're back to thinking chat hi jabber lovers i found out i couldn't find anything to read because i read too much. my solution is to write.

[spherewrite]

all i’ve ever known

to love and be loved—will zanka ever let you melt his walls down?

zanka nijiku x reader | 971 words | song. masterlist.

mutual pining. mutual comfort. mutual yearning.

all you’ve ever known was how to leave things as they are, and never pry with unsaid things… and feelings.

all zanka had ever known was how to fend for himself. just him helping himself, asking nobody else. because isn’t it supposed to be that way? no one would be there to protect him but… him. he could never bother anyone else to do such a thing.

he was raised like that—be strong, be independent, be the best out of everyone. he had never known the warm feeling of being embraced simply for being him, simply for existing. it always felt the other way, it felt like his existence was suffocating, like he was unwanted, never sought after. he’s living every day in survival mode, hoping what he does today will contribute to something greater in his life tomorrow.

but you, you were so easygoing with your life. you adapt so easily to the changes around you—it’s crucial for surviving, you once told him. if you can’t adjust to your environment, you’ll die—the concept of extinction.

and hell did it annoy him to hear something like that, because why can you so easily accept things as they are? he can’t even accept the cruel fate he has condemned himself to.

he didn’t like you and yet… you were always so nice to him. you never mind the glare he sent your way, nor did you mind how high he built his walls around him.

you wanted to break those walls, if he’d let you. you wanted to understand him, and maybe you wanted him to understand you, too. you had faith that he’s more than what he lets on, he’s more than what he thinks he is. he is more than and worth more than what he prices himself to be.

you know that beneath the strong face he puts on is a boy yearning to be loved, to be held.

and it shows through his actions. a mug of warm coffee already prepared on your usual seat in the cafeteria. a clean cloth handed over to you before you could ask anyone if they have an extra because you got wounded. checking in not just on you but his fellow teammates, discreetly during and after missions. and so much more.

his love for his friends is something you cannot deny.

but zanka denies the fact that he feels more for you than anyone else. he can’t seem to comprehend such a thing, because how could he? can he love someone when he can’t even learn to love himself?

and still, the word ‘love’ is confusing—something neither of you really understood the meaning of. it’s not a word you could explain, and yet, you could feel it through the other. like it’s piercing through your heart, in the gentlest way possible.

zanka had never known love, and much less does he know if he knows how to, or if he’s deserving to be.

“don’t be stupid, zanka,” you whispered to him against his chest. “i’m just here for you.”

you held him in your arms so tightly that he felt his insides might burst and he might fall apart. he didn’t even realize just how cold he was. and now, his stiffened body was slowly melting into your warmth, begging for you to hold him together before he completely breaks apart.

his heart thumped against his chest, like it was begging to be freed from the prison of his ribs. and he hoped you couldn’t feel how hard and loud it beats for you.

you pulled away from him, and zanka now saw how damp your eyes were, with your eyebrows drawn upwards, and the way you bit the inside of your lip.

“why?” the word barely escaped his mouth, his hands still lying frozen on his sides, unsure as to how to respond to your touch. and unsure as to why you’d even say something he’s so undeserving to hear.

“i’ll make the world beautiful for you,” you said, brushing your thumb against his jaw, then wiping the tears he didn’t even notice were already falling. “then maybe we can make each other feel alive.”

zanka held your hand that was holding him, his wet eyes pinned on you, blinking away the tears he refused to fall even more. “will it always be like this?” he mumbled under his breath.

no more words were exchanged, letting both your pairs of eyes do the talking. you knew words would never be enough—promises are there to break, but actions would stay, touches would linger. you leaned close to zanka, your lips almost touching, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to move closer.

zanka finally allowed himself to touch you—placing one hand on your back, pulling you close to him, letting himself kiss you. he took your hand that was still holding him, placing it on his chest just above his beating heart, where you could feel its strong thumping. he let it go and placed his hand behind your neck, melting into your warmth even further, adjusting the angle to deepen the kiss.

despite his eyes closed and seeing only the void, for the first time, he saw a new light in his life.

the both of you gasped for air, breaking the kiss, still holding each other close. and you saw a new shine in zanka’s eyes.

clutching your hands desperately on the fabric against his chest, you said to him, “as long as we stay with each other, then it will always be like this.”

for a moment, he had forgotten just how dark and cold this world gets.

zanka hopes that you’ll hold him forever, because after you shed a new ray of hope in his cold, dark life, he could never go back to his lonely life.

🚯 in honor of jack wolfe's final performance in hadestown broadway today !! hadestown is still occupying the deepest corners of my brain rn… ouh jack wolfepheus what have u done to me darling (i started writing this in january but only finished it 2 days ago LOL) and, thank you to this anon ask because i was able to organize my thoughts and finish this on time 😭

yes, in this fic, zanka is eurydice, reader is lowk orpheus (we are the loverboy/girl) i wanna hug zanka so bad

[aireia]

Zanka's gonna look at the tattoo and find it's a graffiti styled dick isn't it

I read this at 6am. I thought I had a fever dream LMFAO😭

Perhaps I fear.. We never know what's going on in remlin's head

[aireia]

— zanka x gn! reader, no pronouns used cw. angst turned fluff, no beta we die like trash beasts, reader is a cleaner with a stupid ass jinki, remlin and reader have 5 braincells combined

a/n: so i fried my brain writing this. initially it wa gna be a long fic but FUCK all of it because i deleted so many paragraphs it might as well be. might js rewrite this in the future because i wrote this with 2 braincells

zanka used to have a lover. that being you.

you hadn’t broken up or anything, but you definitely weren’t dating anymore… zanka thinks.

he’s completely aware that you are someone with special circumstances, a cleaner with a vital instrument that if used too much would cause memory loss. a small toy box, one you had treasured ever since your childhood. 

the instrument you had was used mainly for defense, being able to enlarge its size and act as a barrier to take hits from trash beasts or weapons. however, there was a downside to it, being that you’d be punished if it got too damaged. almost as if the now empty toy box would steal your memories from you, leaving you with only fragments you couldn’t fully remember. 

you knew this, yet you continued to mend that stupid box until your hands calloused, memories blurring together so badly you struggled to remember which were real and which weren’t.

oftentimes, it would only be parts of the mission you couldn’t remember. in rare cases, you’d forget everything leading up to the mission. a few days, maybe even weeks. 

so what was so different this time?

he knows that you wouldn’t have blamed it on him, even if you remembered. the barrier you had set up shattered during the mission you were on with him, splitting your box into multiple pieces. 

when you woke up again, you’d simply try to get out of the infirmary as soon as possible or try to fix your vital instrument. without anyone telling you, you would’ve thought you were just clumsy again. 

with your vital instrument in such a shape, he knew what to expect. you would forget about him, just like the countless times you did before he finally caved and confessed to you during a slow period of time.

standing outside the door to the infirmary, he wants so badly to regret ever having spilt his feelings for you. if he hadn’t, maybe you wouldn’t have gone out of the way to take the hit meant for him, and he wouldn’t have to worry about any ties he couldn’t cut. but how could he regret anything? he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy every second he had you as his partner. 

the infirmary door creaked open when zanka pushed it, his eyes meeting yours as you looked up from your hands to the sound. 

“oh, hey zanka.”

huh? did he hear that right? 

you remember him? 

he looked at the pieces of your vital instrument in your hands. you definitely shouldn’t have been able to remember him. he remembered you forgetting enjin’s existence when a large chunk of your box got broken off.

“ya remember me?” “of course i do.” 

he breathed a sigh of relief. whatever it was, he was thankful for it.

“i went to canvas town before the mission to get a spell from remlin to hopefully neutralise my instrument’s effects. looks like it worked.”  “that’s a relief. but what are ya gonna do once it washes off? remlin isn’t always going to be available-” “that’s why i put my faith in them and got it tattooed.” “YOU WHAT?”

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize, translate or feed to AI.

[aireia]

— zanka x gn! reader, no pronouns used cw. angst turned fluff, no beta we die like trash beasts, reader is a cleaner with a stupid ass jinki, remlin and reader have 5 braincells combined

a/n: so i fried my brain writing this. initially it wa gna be a long fic but FUCK all of it because i deleted so many paragraphs it might as well be. might js rewrite this in the future because i wrote this with 2 braincells

zanka used to have a lover. that being you.

you hadn’t broken up or anything, but you definitely weren’t dating anymore… zanka thinks.

he’s completely aware that you are someone with special circumstances, a cleaner with a vital instrument that if used too much would cause memory loss. a small toy box, one you had treasured ever since your childhood. 

the instrument you had was used mainly for defense, being able to enlarge its size and act as a barrier to take hits from trash beasts or weapons. however, there was a downside to it, being that you’d be punished if it got too damaged. almost as if the now empty toy box would steal your memories from you, leaving you with only fragments you couldn’t fully remember. 

you knew this, yet you continued to mend that stupid box until your hands calloused, memories blurring together so badly you struggled to remember which were real and which weren’t.

oftentimes, it would only be parts of the mission you couldn’t remember. in rare cases, you’d forget everything leading up to the mission. a few days, maybe even weeks. 

so what was so different this time?

he knows that you wouldn’t have blamed it on him, even if you remembered. the barrier you had set up shattered during the mission you were on with him, splitting your box into multiple pieces. 

when you woke up again, you’d simply try to get out of the infirmary as soon as possible or try to fix your vital instrument. without anyone telling you, you would’ve thought you were just clumsy again. 

with your vital instrument in such a shape, he knew what to expect. you would forget about him, just like the countless times you did before he finally caved and confessed to you during a slow period of time.

standing outside the door to the infirmary, he wants so badly to regret ever having spilt his feelings for you. if he hadn’t, maybe you wouldn’t have gone out of the way to take the hit meant for him, and he wouldn’t have to worry about any ties he couldn’t cut. but how could he regret anything? he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy every second he had you as his partner. 

the infirmary door creaked open when zanka pushed it, his eyes meeting yours as you looked up from your hands to the sound. 

“oh, hey zanka.”

huh? did he hear that right? 

you remember him? 

he looked at the pieces of your vital instrument in your hands. you definitely shouldn’t have been able to remember him. he remembered you forgetting enjin’s existence when a large chunk of your box got broken off.

“ya remember me?” “of course i do.” 

he breathed a sigh of relief. whatever it was, he was thankful for it.

“i went to canvas town before the mission to get a spell from remlin to hopefully neutralise my instrument’s effects. looks like it worked.”  “that’s a relief. but what are ya gonna do once it washes off? remlin isn’t always going to be available-” “that’s why i put my faith in them and got it tattooed.” “YOU WHAT?”

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize, translate or feed to AI.

[aireia]

good luck with school i hope it goes well for u !! and yessss, imagining you have zanka as your academic rival is the 🔑 to success 😻🙏 gotta grind so we can keep up with him (ty for loving the academic rivals series 💔🙏)

HEHEEHEHEE THANK YOU RAIIII <3 Writing this as I panic over the orientation classes I have tomorrow someone sedate me this instant

(please never stop writing, I love your works sm)

[spherewrite]

top of my school

ironic how at your lowest point, it’s your rival who’s there for you. based on this request.

academic rival!zanka nijiku x reader | 1.5k words. song. | masterlist.

comfort. bad bad parents. academic dilemma. modern high school au. academic rival!zanka hcs. other fics under the academic rival!zanka universe are listed accordingly in the masterlist. (each can be read as stand-alones).

it was raining hard. like the world itself pities you and the circumstances of your life.

it was a simple test—memorization, some application, and a short essay at the end of it. you could’ve done better, studied more, and slept less. but you didn’t, and now it’s over. the results are out, and you can’t really do anything about them now.

a test you worked so hard on, and yet, you failed to come first. always second, never best. maybe… you’re still not doing your very best? as your mother would suggest. why are you always behind that nijiku boy?

you told your mother you and the top scorer (zanka) were the only ones who got a line of 5, but she brushed it off by saying, ‘that’s what losers would say.’

you sat in the swing at the park near your school. you don’t live particularly near your school, nor this park. you didn’t even realize your feet had brought you this far, but it’s better to be away from home than be near it.

the rain poured endlessly, drenching you and your uniform. you don’t know whether it’s the tears or the rain that floods your face. all you know is your eyes stung, and your nose was red and stuffed. you know you look stupid right now.

and suddenly, the rain stopped falling on your head, but you could still see how it fell and hear the way raindrops formed puddles in the soil.

you looked up to see what’s happening with the boundary of the rain, only to see something covering the sky—an umbrella.

at the side of the swing, stood zanka holding the said umbrella, shielding you from the downpour. he was holding the umbrella above your head away from him, so he was being drenched by the rain.

“what are you doing?” you asked him, your voice hoarse from crying, almost annoyed as to why he’s here, no matter what the reason is.

how stupid it is to be seen in a state like this by your rival. who is partly the reason for your situation right now.

zanka pushes the umbrella closer over to your head. “what are ya doing here.”

you scoffed at him, quickly wiping the tears on your face. “that’s none of your business.”

“y’wanna get sick?”

“who cares?”

zanka grunted in annoyance, strands of his hair stuck on his forehead as the rain continued to pour. he took your wrist, half-harshly, half-gently, which shook you to your core.

“what the—“

“shut up and come with me.”

the next thing you knew, you were standing in front of the extravagant and renowned nijiku household.

the walk from the playground was fast. or maybe it was your thoughts clouding your mind that made it seem like the way here was quick. your argument with your mother played like a broken record inside your stupid brain, getting louder and louder and louder each time.

you let zanka drag you inside the patio, then took your shoes off before ultimately coming inside the nijiku mansion, your mind still somewhere else.

“wait here,” zanka commanded as soon as you got in the living area. “i’ll get ya some of my sis’s clothes.”

“why bother?”

“we can argue later. or now, if ye’r so stubborn to get sick,” was all zanka said before leaving the room.

words from your mother still rang in your ears. her words mean so much to you more than anything—whether it’s meant to break or make you. because that’s all that mattered all this time, everything you do is to earn her praise and nothing else.

“change into these,” zanka tossed some clothes and a towel on you. “i tried finding somethin’ that’d fit you. bathroom’s on the left side over there.”

you looked up at him, hands clutching on to the towel like it’s the only thing that you could still hold on to.

“don’t start,” zanka warned with furrowed brows before you could speak.

you stood with a sigh and went to change.

the scent of matcha filled your senses the moment you came back to the living room. you saw two teacups and some snacks on top of the short table in front of the linen chairs.

zanka blinked, observing you in his sister’s clothes, but said nothing.

you sat on the seat parallel to zanka, drying your hair gently with the soft towel he gave you.

“thanks,” you mumbled, the word indistinguishable.

zanka hummed in response, and you repeated it a little bit louder, but he hummed again.

you groaned, aware of the fact that he may just be playing with you to make you say your gratitude to him again and again.

“if you brought me here to slap it on my face that i’m a loser, then just start saying stupid bullcrap about me and get this over with,” you rambled on with a strong tone, voice unwavering despite the ache in your heart.

zanka’s hand stopped mixing whatever he was mixing, and looked up at you to spit out some retaliation, but he was met with your teary eyes instead.

“you look stupid. stop cryin’,” he said in a gentle tone, despite his attempts to make it sound like he doesn’t care if you feel like shit right now.

you harshly wiped your tears away with both your hands. “right, ‘cause i never do anything right.”

“i never said that,” zanka replied, back to work on the mixing.

“no one ever did, but that’s how they see me.”

your tears continued to fall like a river, seemingly unstoppable despite your futile, desperate attempts to stop them and choke back your sobs. you planted your face in the palm of your hands, seeking comfort in the void of the unknown.

zanka stared at you in disbelief. the y/n l/n having a breakdown in front of him? unbelievable. and yet… it felt reassuring—that maybe you felt comfortable enough to show this side of yours to him.

he sighed at the thought. perhaps, he could do something to repent for the times he had secretly cursed you because of how smart you truly are.

despite your field of vision being blocked, you heard zanka get up and start moving towards you.

you felt his hands, his calloused fingers—from writing all the time—take yours that were blocking your face. exposing how both your palm and cheeks were damp with tears, your eyes and nose a little red.

zanka sat next to you, a little closer than he should be because of the size of the small sofa. he brushed strands of your hair away from your face, his body and face closer to you than it should be.

“you don’t always have to be in front of the race.” zanka felt a little bad for lying—to you and to himself. but he knows he needs to let you hear something you might want or need to hear. “ya can say i’m lyin’, but somehow it’s true.”

your lips quivered, and your hands, which were in zanka’s hold, trembled the way your voice did as you asked him, “but who’ll love me if i’m not the top of my school?”

zanka wanted to say something, but he knows all too well the feeling of disappointing those around him when he fails to meet their expectations. it would be hypocritical of him to say something comforting when there’s probably no soothing the painful burn in your heart right now.

this is one thing he doesn’t have an answer to. felt weird. he seemed to always know the answer, but… not right now.

all he could probably say right now is, “me,” he mumbled it before he could catch himself.

your head shot up and looked at him in confusion. “what?”

zanka shifted in his seat, his eyes darting anywhere but near you. “i mean— no one else understands—or will understand ya but me.”

“that’s a little… depressing,” you cringed at the thought.

zanka glared at you. “what?! i’m tryin’ to—”

“thanks, nijiku.”

zanka shrunk into his seat, seemingly taken aback by your sudden, genuine thanks.

he thought back to all those times he locked himself in his room, studying until god knows when, and silently cursing for your downfall. now, he feels a little bad.

because what if it’s only the two of you who could possibly understand each other? but that possibility is pushed away by a stupid rivalry that was subconsciously created?

“no need to thank me,” zanka said, his voice flat. “y’can donate five points to me in the written work for science. thanks in advance.”

“what the—”

“don’t say it’s not possible, ‘cause we were just reminded of that rule earlier,” zanka pointed his finger in your face.

you swat it away, your face contorted in an expression of revulsion. “you’re disgusting.”

“the winner takes it all, l/n,” he smugly said with a confident shrug.

“way to rub salt in the wound. way to go, nijiku. impressive as always and expected.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“shut up.”

okay, maybe being rivals with you is still better than being friends or something. zanka doesn’t seem to know the answer to that either. but… it doesn’t seem so bad.

🚯 this made me remember the grim ol days, but it’s okay… i call this exposure therapy. kidding! i’m doing better now in terms of this kind of thing sooo.. WELL, i still want my academic rivals to lovers arc. this is for all of mah ladies who seek academic validation 😩

and if i say this song was(is) my national anthem… all my other notes/comments would be here !! if you’re interested to hear me yap…

💌 @x3nafix