Disclaimer: I am not Japanese, I am far from being fluent in Japanese, and I am not very involved in the Japanese TWST fanbase. If youāre good at Japanese PLEASE add on to this or correct me if there are mistakes.
I havenāt seen anything like this around here, so I thought I would try to make a little thing to help people who also arenāt good at Japanese.
Resources
deepLĀ : a translator created by a deep learning ai company. Extremely good (though not perfect of course), dump google translate right now and switch to this to make your life so much better.
jishoĀ : An online dictionary. You can input english, japanese, and romaji japanese. Thereās options to input kanji by drawing it or selecting radicals (the parts that make up a kanji) and thereās voice input. Great for translating single words/phrases. You can also use it to figure out the parts of a sentence since it tries to separate out and translate each part, though itās not 100% reliable.
kanji . sljfaw . orgĀ : Another resource for finding kanji. I usually use its multiradical by type option, which separates the radical options into enclosure, left, upper, middle, and less common elements.
hougen . hirosakicity . comĀ : An example of dictionary for Tsugaru dialect, the dialect Epel uses. This doesnāt cover every single Tsugaru dialect word though. When I was trying to understand Epel in the December update I had to use like 3 different dictionaries.
Any search engineĀ :Ā āMeaningā in Japanese is ęå³. Put that after whatever word/phrase you need help with and search it, hopefully youāll find something.
kamigame . jp/ćć¤ć¹ć :Ā Japanese TWST wiki
If youāre learning Japanese like me, I recommend using quizlet or something so you can make a collection of words youāve had to look up and then test yourself on them occasionally to increase the chances of remembering it.
Finally, if you canāt read hiragana/katakana, please learn it it will probably help you a lot. Itās not scary alright, just read the learning hiragana and katakana guides on tofugu then find a quizlet set and keep testing yourself on them until youāve got those mnemonics down well. Youāll be slower than a snail at reading it at first but just keep getting practice and itāll gradually get faster and feel more natural to you.
Ship names
The Japanese spellings for stuff like the character names can all be found on the english wiki, so Iām not putting them all here.
Iāll teach you how to form TWST ship names though, based on my observations. Ship names are generally formed using the first 2 katakana of each personās name. First 3 if thereās small katakana. If thereās a dash in the way, itāll either stop before it like Deuce (ćć„ć¼ć¹) becoming Deu (ćć„) or it will delete the dash to keep going like Ace (ćØć¼ć¹) becoming ćØć¹. Also Jack (ćøć£ććÆ) becomes ćøć£ćÆ. Idk, use common sense to try and reason out what is short yet still identifiable as the character. If you canāt figure it out just search for the character, scroll until you see an obviously shippy image, then check its tags.
Anyway, those shortened names are then smashed together with theĀ āsemeā going first to form the ship name. If you search a ship and you donāt find much, try switching around the names.
You notice something about Floyd and Jadeās names? Yes, they both end in ido (ć¤ć). This is why ships involving the two of them with someone else are named things like IdoAzu (ć¤ćć¢ćŗ) and IdoKali (ć¤ćć«ćŖ). Be careful not to mix up ć¤ćć¢ćŗ with ć¤ćć¢ćŗ, which is Idia and Azul.
A thing to note about names in general in the Japanese fan base is that they often use emojis for characters (ex. Jade isĀ š¬). SearchĀ ćć¤ć¹ćć®ēµµęå in google images and youāll find multiple guides on what characters are what emoji.
Random Pixiv tags and vocabulary in no particular order:
This is incredibly informative, OP! With my knowledge of the Japanese language, Iām sure I can contribute something worthwhile.
(A quick note before we proceed: emojis are more commonly used on Twitter due to the character limit. Regardless, much of what was mentioned in the original post applies to Twitter hashtags as well.)
Dorm & Character Name Abbreviation and Emoji Index
ć»-ćć - āParodyā. Used to give an alternate context, used like āAUā. A common example of this is ē¾åØćć (modern-day AU).
ć»ęØć - Oshi, oneās absolute favorite.
ć»ćć¤ć¹ć夢 / twst夢 - Works and derivative pieces, often romantic in nature, featuring characters shipped with the self or OCs intended to represent the self.
Can also include original characters. Normally the party is assumed female, but sometimes a distinction to the contrary is made with the inclusion of either the letter āBā orĀ āQā at the end. In these cases, the former denotes a male original character, whereas the latter represents a queer or genderfluid individual.
it's in the little things {octavinelle + scarabia}
Part two of my "things they'd do when they're into you!" again, i'm not really sure if all of these are antithetical or not, at this point it's just me writing whatever sparks joy in my soul and trying to make it fit canon...a writing exercise of sorts?
part one (heartslabyul + savanaclaw) here!
Octavinelle
Azul - in the scribbled hearts in the margins of his notebook
This was certainly a nightmare.
It started as a dream - but a nightmare is a type of dream, certainly! Only this time, instead of happening on the vast fields in the middle of a dreadful P.E. block like most of his class-related nightmares occurred, Azul was stuck in the middle of a cold sweat in alchemy. Made into a fool in his best subject - how terrible is that?!
When Crewel announced that the dayās class would be a joint session with some underclassmen, Azul tried to hold in his excitement. There was no need for Jade and Floyd to know that he immediately knew it was your class that would be joining his own (or rather, he didnāt need to confirm it with them, for certainly they already knew.) Of course, he made sure his uniform was prim and pressed, his lab coat spotless, his safety goggles loosened just enough that they wouldnāt leave an embarrassing outline on his face once the day finally arrived. As Crewel explained the experiment and mentioned choosing partners, Azulās eyes immediately flew over to you - only to find you also looking right at him. Almost imperceptibly, you smiled and nodded before ducking your head back down to look at your notebook. A giddy warmth flooded through Azul, though he wasnāt certain if it was from you or the general prospect of being sought after for voluntary partner choosing. Wrestling with the thought distracted him for the rest of Crewelās explanation.
The experiment went along smoothly. You were quite the bright student, and on the more difficult areas you knew how to follow his instructions well. Azul was ecstatic to answer any of the questions you had, eager to look intelligent and capable when you needed him. It was almostā¦easy, talking to you this way. Yes, the day truly did start as a dream.
But then you asked to see his notes.
āI know yours are probably more detailed and advanced, but I think I must have written something down wrong? I donāt know, I justā¦would appreciate it,ā You explained almost bashfully.
Still riding the wave of feeling dependable, Azul didnāt even think twice. He slid his notebook over to you with what he sincerely hoped was a charming (if not confident) smile. āCertainly. For your stellar performance today, I wonāt charge you in return.ā
You laughed quietly. āOh, thank you-ā Your words cut off in a high pitch, and Azul looked down at his notebook.
He felt so confident because this unit was easy.
It was so easy, he spent the review sessions doodling in his notebook.
He was doodling your name in little hearts the entire time.
Almost instantly, the suave facade Azul worked so hard to create and keep began to shatter. A large part of him wanted to snatch the notebook away and offer to look over your own notes yourself. Another large part of him wanted to stammer out a pathetic excuse and curl up in a ball, never to show his face again. His brain short circuited with the radical options he was weighing - a moment later, he simply choked out a strangled cough and looked away, busying himself with reorganizing clean beakers. Azul was certain his face was beet red.
You didnāt say anything to him, an Azul couldnāt even tell if you were copying down his notes or if you had just left. You probably left. After all, now that you saw he was nothing but a child who drew hearts on his notes and woke up early just to make sure his already-perfect uniform was even more perfect, you definitely didnāt want to-
He felt the edge of his notebook tap his back, but he didnāt turn around. Other students began filing to their seats while some finished the experiment or cleaned up, so you did the same, pointedly avoiding Azulās gaze. Grimacing, Azul steeled himself and picked up his notebook, scanning the page and planning on scratching every heart out.
Then he noticed, in the space made between two separate paragraphs, a brand new heart in blue ink rather than black. The sides were asymmetrical, and there was an attempt at some kind of minimal shading along the edges. In your handwriting, written in blocky print, was your name followed by ā+ AZUL 4EVAā
Quickly slamming his notebook shut, Azul turned bright red again, hurried to his seat, and refused to speak to or about you for the rest of the day.
Jade - in the kindness he gives you, no strings attached(?)
Give me a free Mostro Lounge drink once, shame on you.
You thought it was strange, that much Jade could tell. At first, you insisted he got the wrong table, only to shrink back when he acted offended over your insinuation that he couldnāt do his job. Once he assured you that he meant to place the drink on your table and walked away, you stared at the glass for a long time, almost as if you were expecting it to move. Your furry companion looked from you to the glass before going off on a tirade Jade couldnāt quite hear, undoubtedly saying something about how suspicious he was. Ah, well. It wasnāt Grim he was trying to charm.
Give me a free Mostro Lounge drink twice, this is getting weird.
The second drink arrived less than a minute after you finished the first, taking both you and Grim by surprise. You looked as if you had something to say, but you remained silent. Jade simply smiled and assured you that you could beckon him over if you found yourself in need. This time, as he retreated, he knew you were watching him. This was a more entertaining game to play than he thought.
Give me a free Mostro Lounge drink three times, I think Iām silently agreeing to some horrible murderous plot and I need to find a way out of my fate NOW.
āNo more after this, please,ā You finally said once the third one came around, right as you were finished with the second one. Beside you, Grim looked as if he was physically biting his tongue, knowing that deals were frequently Jadeās goal yet pained at the thought of denying free food. Jade nodded.
āWere they not to your liking, Prefect?ā He asked, taking the empty glass and setting it on his tray. You blinked up at him twice.
āNo, they were fine, I just-ā
āJust fine?ā Jade brought his hand up to grip his chin thoughtfully. āI thought for sure they were catered to your tastes.ā
āThey were great, but- catered to my tastes? And howād you know exactly when I was done with each one?ā You finally looked him in the eyes, almost daring him to admit he was watching you the whole time.Ā
He was, of course. But why would he just tell you that?
āThis is the second time youāve implied I cannot do my job. Should I allow you to file a formal complaint?ā
You fell silent, your gaze dropping to the table thoughtfully. Grim harrumphed at him, trying to intimidate him in your stead. A few tables away, Jade noticed someone debating getting his attention and promptly blocked them out.
āI didnāt order these. What will they cost?ā You cringed at your imagined price.
āNothing. On the house.ā
āThat is definitely a lie.ā
Bending at the waist, Jade brought himself to your eye level and placed the tray in his hand on your table. His hand gripped the tableās edge, effectively trapping you in your booth. āIs it so hard to believe that I favor you so? I simply wish to keep you in the lounge. I quite like seeing you around.ā
āYou- what?āĀ
āAh, but now if you decide you want another drink, youāll have to ask me for exactly what you want,ā Jade said, allowing his voice to drop teasingly. If you were flustered before, Jade wasnāt sure what to call this level of bashfulness. You were shrinking into your seat, eyes averted, trying desperately not to let him know that he had successfully planted the ideas he wanted to in your head. āDonāt let it scare you, though. If itās for you, I donāt mind an extra expense or two.ā
He left you then to tend to the other tables. Maybe now heād be in your mind as often as you were in his.
Floyd - in the sudden predictability of his moods
There was a rumor floating around the open-air halls of Night Raven College: Floydās unpredictable mood swings were becoming, wellā¦predictable! The student body was torn over how to react. Some were thrilled, as they thought dealing with Floyd became infinitely easier if one knew when to catch him. Others were terrified, for they were sure it meant the end of days was coming. As for the two closest to himā¦they were more inconvenienced than anything else.
There was one major trigger for Floydās moods anymore, and it was the Ramshackle prefect. If Floyd was with them, he was in a good mood, excitable and energetic and eager to do most anything if he could drag the prefect along on his adventures. If Floyd wasnāt with them, he was moping around campus. In truth, this didnāt make him any easier to deal with, not when his thoughts refused to budge from the magicless student.
Floyd didnāt care about the dirt he had kicked up. He just wanted to find his shrimpy.
Usually, he could find them lurking in their last class, or watching one of their friends do their club activities. Other times he ran into them by a stroke of luck. Sometimes, though, Floyd couldnāt find them at all, each spot he found without the prefect only worsening his mood. It usually ended with him giving up and collapsing in the nearest convenient place until the prefect came to find him.Ā
Which would explain why he was lying face-down on a bench with Jade and Azul standing behind it, one watching him in amusement while the other tapped his foot impatiently.
āHow much do you think it would cost to hire the prefect to follow us around all day?ā Azul asked, only half-expecting an answer.
āWhat position is opening? Would we employ them in the lounge? Or were you thinking you needed another assistant?ā Jade responded. Beneath them, Floyd groaned out a disheartened, āShrimpyyyyyyyyā¦ā
Azulās eyes followed the length of Floydās long body hanging over the seat of the bench on both ends. āThat depends. Are babysitting wages higher or lower than those positions?ā
Something caught Jadeās attention from one of the upper hallways. āAh, this brainstorming can wait another day. Look whoās here to save the day again.ā
Like an elastic band pulled too tightly, Floyd spun around and pulled up his knees so his legs were no longer stuck beneath the arm of the bench. After he crashed off the bench, he skipped merrily your way while Jade and Azul waved up at you. Not having seen Floyd leap into action, you walked to the concrete wall and leaned over, waving back cheerfully. Seconds later, Floyd ran up behind you and picked you up, laughing as Grim leapt off your shoulder to escape him.
Azul stopped Jade before he could move to join the two of you, holding out a small slip of paper. āWill you give this to him? Maybe heāll be more productive now that theyāre around.ā
Jade smiled and bowed, both respectful and condescending at the same time. They both knewĀ the chances of getting Floyd to divert his attention from you was low. āOf course.ā
Azul watched as Floyd swung you around for a moment, a part of him pleased that you seemed to enjoy Floydās company as much as he did yours. Jade approached the two of you and offered Floyd the list, briefly explaining something. After looking at it for a moment, Floyd ate the paper - literally ate the paper - before either of you could think to stop him, and Azul sighed heavily as he took that as his cue to leave.
Scarabia
Kalim - in the little ways he finds to be selfish
The light was quickly fading from the Scarabian horizon as the sun hid itself beneath the desert sand. The heat still clung to the earth, soothed only by the faintest breeze rushing in through the open-air lounge. Kalim leaned on the table in front of him, looking up at you with completely unhindered adoration as you spoke. His eyes were drawn to every little movement - your hands tousling your hair, tugging on your ear, gesturing gently in front of you. The way you shifted your foot, careful with the impact as you willed the pins and needles away. All the other Scarabia students had cleared the mess from the meal a while ago, leaving the both of you alone with a slumbering Grim. If Kalim had been paying attention to anything but you, he mightāve heard Jamil comment on how this was the longest heās been quiet, ever.
To be entirely honest, Kalim wasnāt entirely focused on what you were saying. There were other things grabbing his attention: your movements, of course, and the soft melody of your voice. Kalim wondered if your ears were pierced, and which of the earrings he had would look best on you. Theyād all look good. Heād have to give a few pairs to you before you left.
Whether you noticed he was startlingly quiet or just ran out of things to say, you eventually trailed off and stared at Kalim while he stared at you. He wasnāt subtle at all with his gaze, and it had long since stopped being unnerving. Clearing your throat, you watched him blink to reality before saying, āItās getting late. Grim and I really need to go over the latest unit in Crewelās class before tomorrow, soā¦ā
āNo!ā Kalim suddenly said, sitting upright in a flash and grabbing your wrist. His grip was feather-light, but the panic in his eyes almost warranted a true emergency. āUh, donātā¦we donāt want to wake up Grim! Heās sleeping so soundly.ā
āOh, please,ā You said, affectionately rolling his eyes. āThe only person who can fall asleep easier than Grim is Leona.ā
Kalim didnāt smile at your quip like you thought he would. Instead, his eyes darted around frantically, clearly searching for another excuse to keep you around. He didnāt know why he felt so urgently to make you stay, especially when you had things to do at Ramshackle. If he found out he was the reason you failed an alchemy lab, heād feel absolutely awful. But he also wasnāt one to hold himself back from what he wanted, and what he wanted was to be plastered to your side at all times.
Or, at least, to spend another hour with you.
āPlease stay,ā He finally asked, settling his gaze on yours. āI really like talking to you.ā
āWeāll talk tomorrow,ā You tried to reason with a shrug. āIf you keep me much longer, I wonāt have anything left to say to you!ā
āYou could tell me the same story on repeat. Iād love listening to you all the same.ā
He let go of your wrist then, propping his chin in his hands like a child awaiting a story. Kalimās earnest words sent a nervous feeling fluttering in your chest. To hide your embarrassment, you turned your head away and watched Grim twitch his ears in his sleep.
āMaybeā¦Grim would appreciate the extra nap time, wouldnāt he?ā You asked. Kalim clapped excitedly and scooted closer to you, your legs now touching. Trying to hide your embarrassment by clearing your throat, you asked, āUh, where was I in my storyā¦?ā
Jamil - in allowing himself to fantasize
āThis question is rigged against me specifically, you know.ā
Jamil leaned to look over your shoulder, scoffing lightly when he saw in bold āWHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?ā āEven Kalim can answer that by himself.ā
āKalim doesnāt have his fate resting in the hands of Crowley,ā You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning against the back of your chair. āI have no idea if heās ever going to find a way for me to get home. When he does, do I get a choice to go through? What happens if he doesnāt? Do I have to stay here at the school until he figures it out, or can I just kinda wander the world with no idea how anything works?ā
Jamil nodded, only half-listening as he scribbled down a few of the steps he used to solve the alchemical equation on his paper. The āshow your workā rule was more of a burden than a help for him, but he needed to get all the points he could if he was free to bring his averages up now.Ā
āWhat if I just write something completely crazy?ā You mused, staring up at the ceiling. āMaybe I really do want to join a wolf pack or something. How would Trein know?ā
All you got in response was a quick exhale, which was close enough to a laugh to satisfy you. āSeriously, though. Where do you see yourself in five years?ā
āThatās the question, isnāt it,ā You grumbled. Jamil let you fall into a thoughtful silence, glad for the opportunity to finish his own assignment in peace. Your ramblings were pleasant to listen to, but he still appreciated a moment to focus. āWhat would I have to do to be with you?ā
Immediately, Jamil stiffened, pressing down with his pencil so severely he ripped a hole in his notebook paper. He didnāt let you ask what was wrong, and instead tilted his head so his hair fell over the side of his face in a protective barrier between the two of you. āDonāt say such careless things.ā
For as much as Jamil found himself admiring your quick wit, he really wished you could have kept your mouth shut. āOooo, how about I say, āIn five years I see myself mooching off the riches of Kalimās family while I figure out how to court his personal retainer.ā Thatās not far more personal than Trein intended, right?ā
āQuit it.ā
āMaybe, āI see myself working alongside my beloved-ā
āStop.ā Pulling his hood over his head, Jamil turned his body even more away from you and stared at his notebook. You had plenty more teasing remarks in your arsenal, but you laughed underneath your breath and decided to give him a break.
Jamil heard you writing a few seconds later, but he refused to look. He knew that if you could see his expression, youād see something worse than embarrassment - a foolish smile at the mere thought of being someone important to you. When did you decide to get so bold all of a sudden?Ā
His lament was interrupted by a paper sliding over his hand. Glancing down, he had to will himself not to throw the paper back at you. There was no saving his pride with this one.
If I should be so lucky, I hope to be able to explore the homes of the friends Iāve made at NRC. I hope to visit the gardens of the Queendom of Roses, the evening glow of the Sunset Savanna, and the festivals of Scarabiaā¦.all with the people most important to me.
āHopefully he understands that I have no government identity and am relying solely on networking to get anywhere after this,ā You said with a shrug.Ā
āLooks good,ā Jamil said quickly, sliding the paper back and still refusing to look at you. He didnāt want you to know that he was reading between the lines; whether from your teasing or your genuine intentions, he couldnāt help but wonder what it might be like to take you to one of the festivals himself, to guide you through the crowds with your hand in his and nothing else to worry about except which stall to visit next.
Maybe you were both hopeless. But if you were taking the opportunity to dreamā¦maybe it wouldnāt hurt, just this once, for Jamil to do the same.
ā¤· ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, atsushi, akutagawa, tecchou
dazai ā getting injured on a mission had been the highlight of his week; he despised the pain, but loved the way you were so concerned about his wellbeing, doing everything you could to make him comfortable. with a full stomach and freshly changed bandages, he laid his head on your lap, letting out dreamy sighs at the feeling of your fingers rubbing his scalp just right, tugging the knots out of his waves. he canāt remember the last time heās felt so taken care of, and he suppresses each shiver that makes itās way up his spine. you lean down and kiss his nose, going to sit up until he pulls the back of your head down to kiss you on the mouth, smiling against your lips. he whines when you pull away, raising himself to follow you. āyouāre supposed to be relaxing.ā you scold him, squinting your eyes as his gaze strays. he barely makes out ābut youāre making me feel so much better,ā before his lips are on yours again, unable to hold in all of the love he felt, guiding your hands back to his head.
chuuya ā you were practically begging chuuya to let you brush out his hair when he comes back from taking a shower; taunting you with the way he pressed the water out of his hair with a towel, another low around his waist. heās barely sat in front of you when you begin to drag your fingers through his locks. "iām starting to think youāre only with me for my hair.ā he leans his head back to look at you, but youāre quick to tilt it forward, shushing him and telling him to relax. you comb through it with the utmost care, paying close attention to the longer section. you knew he deserved to be pampered like this more often, always so busy taking care of everything else. pushing his hair to the side, you place a kiss on his exposed neck, relishing in the way his baby hairs stand up along his nape. you see his head falling more and more forward the more you brush, heart skipping a beat, each relaxed sigh from his lips music to your ears. āchuuya?ā he lets out a little grunt in response. ādo you want to go to bed?ā he turns himself to rest his head on your thigh, pressing a lazy kiss against your knee. "iām awake, i swear. donāt stop.ā
fyodor ā what started as you peeking over his shoulder as he explained what he was working on, led to you brushing your fingers through his hair as he typed away. it was rare for fyodor to let his emotions present themselves so physically, but you couldnāt ignore how he would pause and close his eyes when your nails grazed a certain spot on his scalp. āyouāre quite the distraction today, dear.ā he comments. āam i?ā you gather his bangs in your hands, pulling them upward until he resembles an unamused daikon. you give him an apologetic smile, letting his hair gently fall back against his forehead. āsorry. keep working hard.ā you press a kiss to his temple, getting ready to leave him be, before cold fingers gently grab your arm. āi didnāt say to stop.ā
atsushi ā it was late, atsushi laying on your chest as you keep busy twirling the long piece of his bangs around your finger, dragging your hand back up to scratch at his scalp. at least one of us is able to sleep tonight. you try not to be jealous at how relaxed he was, he deserved the rest more than anyone else you knew. thereās a calm that surrounds the both of you as you stroke over his thin, black streak until you feel his chest vibrate lowly above you. you pause, checking if heās awake; heās not, one hand loosely gripping your shirt, breaths slowly puffing out of his parted lips. did he just purr? you run your fingers over the same spot, failing to hold in your giggles as he purrs again. the sight of his sleepy eyes blinking at you makes you freeze. āis everything okay?ā you give him a sleepy smile. āmore than okay,ā you kiss the top of his head as he closes his eyes again, āgo back to sleep.ā
akutagawa ā ever since you started dating akutagawa, you were determined to make up for all the love heād been deprived of. āyour hair is so soft, you know?ā he doesnāt respond, and you wonder how many people had the chance to touch him like this and get out unscathed. you wish heād stop being so on guard: eyes locked straight ahead of him, shoulders stiff. āitās ok, ryuu. you can relax.ā you feel his body shake as he takes a deep breath, and you can tell heās trying. it took a while to get up to this point, teaching him touch didnāt have to be associated with pain. you keep rubbing circles in his scalp, tangling and detangling the hair until his posture is somewhat relaxed. you kiss the crown of his head, pulling away when he snaps back up, looking at you rather betrayed. āwhat are you doing.ā you bite your lip to keep from smiling, knowing heād only become despondent. āoh, did you want me to keep going?ā he gives you a look from the corner of his eye, sitting back into his original position. āfine. only because i know you want to.ā
tecchou ć¼ you donāt know how long youāve been sitting on tecchouās lap, endlessly entertained at how his hair popped up in all directions no matter how many times you ran your fingers through the strands. his eyes are closed, expression neutral as always, but you could tell heās relaxed, cheeks rosy. you grab one of the longer strands, tickling his cheek with it until he opens his eyes to look at you. ākeep going, please.ā a giddy smile grows on your face, satisfied heās enjoying this as much as you are. you gather his bangs through your fingers, running your nails against his scalp and gently pushing them back before kissing his forehead. his entire body is lax except for his hands, gripping the back of your shirt, pulling you closer until your chests touch. your smile stays, even as you kiss against the little markings under his eyes. ācan we do this more often?ā
Hello, can I request for some angst to comfort chuuya with a s/o during an argument and she just holds in her tears but fails miserably please
thabk u so much jve been waiting for this.... i love hurt/comfort omg.... anw to practice my imagines/scenario skills ill try and make this a scenario thank u sm if u dont like it u can request it in hcs form :(
argument [nakahara chuuya x reader]
warning: chuuya says some very mean stuff :(
"jesus fucking christ, chuuya, where have you been?" not exactly the welcome chuuya was expecting from his significant other, although it is to be expected since chuuya arrived at 3 in the morning when he promised he'd be home at 8 pm.
"can you not, right now? im tired." he calmly says as he starts taking off his coat and shoes at the door way. you approach him with an annoyed expression, "can you stop looking at me like that?"
"stop looking at you like what? like you didn't come home on time without even a single call or text? i was worried, chuuya!" you say, watching chuuya shrug off the last of his coat, scoffing at your words.
"what do you want me to do? text you while im in a middle of this emergency meeting? it was important and you could've waited."
"oh, so your job can't wait but i can? it's like the mafia's more important than i am. " you felt offended by his words. you could've waited? you didn't even expect that he'd be having that stupid meeting.
"it is! it was just an emergency meeting that i needed to go to, so i went and that's why im late. it's not even a big deal, y/n." he walks past you to grab one of his wines from the wine fridge in the kitchen. you could only stare at him with disbelief, thoroughly processing his words. did he really say that the mafia is more important than you?
you knew he's loyal to the mafia, and you knew that when you decided to be with chuuya. you were never really mad at him for staying out late when it was for his job, but you were worried sick. he could've been gone through anything during that time!
"its "not a big deal"? i know you're busy and whatever, but you promised you'd be home and i expected you home!" you followed after him, watching him pour himself a glass before drinking it all and pouring another glass as if he was a thirsty man who crawled across the dessert just to find water.
"well aren't you so childish, huh? at least i'm doing actual work! you're here just laying around doing nothing, and you couldn't even wait a few fucking hours."
"excuse you? you're the one who told me to quit my fucking job!"
"yeah, i did, and you probably should go back to that stupid little job, huh? you can finally be of use for once." he replies, staring at you dead in the eyes with no remorse for what he just said. you could only shut up and stare back at him, not believing the words that crawled out of his mouth. to make matters worse, he added on, "go do that little drawing job you do for a living, maybe it'll be better than staying here waiting for me to come home like some fucking dog and whine all the time."
not only does he insult your job, which you worked hard to achieve, he calls you a fucking dog. tears had already started forming in your eyes, the burning sensation of it being held back. you didn't have the voice to reply or the energy to move, you stood there completely still, trying to hold back your tears.
"what, you're just doing to stand there? finally decided to shut up?" he laughs sarcastically, sipping from his glass again as he looks away from you, "it's better when you're quiet and not bitching."
you could only mutter a small "what?", the waiver in your voice signifying your impending tears. the whimper and shake in your voice fell on deaf ears, he just scoffs and shakes his head.
"didn't you hear me? or are you just that stupid? i said it's better-"
"i heard you the first time, you fucking asshole!" the tears finally fall as you slam your hands on the counter, raising your voice. the ache in your heart only begins to spread more as you sob, feeling your knees grow weak as you hold onto the counter. your boyfriend could only stare at you in shock, finally starting to realize what he'd said.
"y... y/n, i-im sorry, i-" he tries to approach you and hold your hand but you flinch away, stepping back a few steps away from him. he feels his throat close up and heart fall down to his stomach, he feels like an absolute jerk.
"don't fucking touch me." you hold your hand against your chest, slowly backing away from the man you thought would never hurt you. the man who promised to never hurt you.
"baby, i didn't mean to-" his voice waivers noticeably when he sees you try and hold back the already overflowing tears streaming down your cheeks, "please."
you could only shake your head in response, continuing to inch away from him as you aggressively wipe the tears from your face.
"i don't think we should be together right now. i-i need to go." your voice comes out shaky and breathless, contrasting your statement as if you're not confident that you should be apart. in reality, you needed chuuya. you always did, and even if he's the one who hurt you, only he can put you together again.
chuuya's head begins to shake in the middle of your sentence, rushing to grab your arm despite you backing away from him. his grip on your arm was tight but not enough to hurt you. he can't hurt you anymore than he already has.
"don't go, please" he pleads, feeling his own tears form as he looks at you. you wanted to scream, push him away from you and run, you wanted to slap him across the face and yell at him, you wanted to hold him in your arms and tell him how much you loved him. you can't move as he wraps his arms around you and rests his hand on top of your head, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
"i'm sorry. i-i... i'm so sorry." he hold his tears back, convincing himself that he's not worthy of being vulnerable after putting you through so much.
"d-don't..." you hit his back with your loose fist, not really hurting him. this only makes chuuya hug you tighter, whispering soft apologies against your ear. you couldn't hold back the burning sensation that built up in your eyes that was spread out through your fingertips and chest. the cries and whimpers escaping you hurts chuuya more and more, feeling your fist hit his back over and over again.
"y-you think you can just s-say things like that and ... and expect me to forgive you? "stupid little drawing job"? do you think that lowly o-of me? huh, chuuya?"
nothing could amount to the pain continuing to grow in this chest as you let out your own wails and sobs on his shoulder, choosing to shut his mouth and listen to you.
"all i-i wanted.... all i wanted was to know.. if you're safe..." you sniffle and whine, your soft punches slowing down and choosing to grip his undercoat instead, "i know.. i know how much your job means to you... but would it hurt you... t-to just tell me if you're not coming home early?"
chuuya knows it's not that simple. it's not as simple as a "i'm coming home late, don't wait" text, it's so much more than that.
of course it's more than that.
"i should've told you, i'm sorry, love." honestly, that was all he could say. there was nothing else he could say better than "i'm sorry" or "i should've been better" because that's the truth. he is sorry and he should've been better.
even if this never really happened before, you know chuuya has been working on your relationship. more specifically, having time for it. sure, at the end of the day he's coming home to you and that's it. no going on dates or having a day off to stay and snuggle at home, no breakfast in bed together after a long night, no nothing. just you waiting for him to come home.
you knew about this when you went into the relationship, and you thought it'll be okay because you had your own job, but chuuya had asked for you to quit your job because he makes enough for the both of you. secretly, he just wishes for your safety as your job required you to go to different construction sites and offices now that you're somewhat associated with him, and you agreed.
"j-just "sorry"? is that all you can m-manage to fucking say?" you push him away but not enough to make him tumble over. he only stands a few inches away from you but doesn't try and initiate any physical contact to respect your boundaries.
"i don't need your stupid apologies! i don't need to stay at home and have everything handed to me by your stupid money!" pushing your finger on his chest accusingly, unable to stop the words coming from your mouth or the tears falling from your eyes, "i need you."
the rest of the night (or day, it was 3 in the morning), chuuya spent holding you in his arms. every time you wanted to say something, he'd listen to you. every time you wanted to leave, he'd pull you back and tell you to stay. he knows you need your space and time, but he can't let you leave him in your current state.
he tucks you into bed as you couldn't protest any longer when he picks you up, sliding next to you after. with the strength left in your body, you bitterly face the other way, making chuuya sigh quietly.
"y/n, can you look at me?"
"..."
"baby, please. just look at me so i know you're listening, okay?"
"i can listen fine from here. i don't listen with my eyes."
chuuya holds back another sigh, not wanting to express anything less than the utmost patience. you've put up with him for so long, it's only natural for him to reciprocate it.
"sweetheart, just look at me."
it takes a while for you to respond, but you decide to give him a chance anyway.
chuuya's eyes brighten in the most adorable way possible the moment your eyes meet his, making you curse yourself internally for feeling giddy about it. this is a serious moment.
he hesitantly caresses your cheek, giving you any moment to flick his hand away, but it never comes.
"there you are," the soft drag of his thumb across your cheek soothes you a bit, "hey."
"what?"
"i.. i love you so much."
the way he says it with the most sincere yet fragile voice you've ever heard makes you want to forgive him on the spot and even apologize for making him feel like he had to be vulnerable.
"a-and i'm so proud of you. you're doing so well, not only for me but for yourself. i'm glad that you're standing up for yourself and what you deserve. you're right, i should've called you or text you, or better yet, i should've just come home."
he holds your hands gently, pressing your knuckles to his lips softly.
"the mafia means a lot to me, in a lot of fucked up ways, but the mafia isn't the only thing that means a lot to me now. you're here, and god i'm so glad you're here, so i should give time for you too. whenever you call, i should be there. whenever you need me, i should be there. you're the light of my life, and i can't bear the thought of you not being it."
the tips of his lips turn into a soft sad smile as he wipes a stray tear on your cheek. you didn't even realize you were tearing up until he did.
"t-took you long enough, dumbass." was the only thing you could reply, making him chuckle as he tucks your head under his chin.
"you can go back to your job, if you want. i'll be home earlier than 8 PM starting monday."
"monday? chuuya, it's thursday.."
"it's friday now, love, and i'm calling later so i can stay at home for the weekend."
you look at him excitedly, causing a small flip inside his heart. if he knew you'd be this cute, he would just call in sick every weekend.
"really? you'll do that?"
"of course i will. where did you wanna go? we can go see the eiffel tower, i heard they had good wines we can try. or maybe you want to see the windmills in the netherlands? or-"
"or, we can just stay at home." you smile for the first time that night, pressing a quick kiss to chuuya's cheek, "let's just stay at home."
the flustered man could only nod, pouting when you giggle at his red face.
"i love you, always."
"as you should."
chuuya grumbles but doesn't complain, not wanting to force you to say it back, but you can tell that he wants to hear it too.
note. i surprised myself with how much plot this actually has.
é¶ ; you, the typecasted āpasserby aā
the path to stardom is an arduous journey, but you've already abandoned your dreams not even halfway down the road.
you are far from the fresh newbie you once were. maybe you hoped to be famous at some point, your name sung in ardent praises and joint with stellar performances, but you've never received major roles that strayed from āclassmate bā or āthe protagonist's best friendā who only ever appears to give advice.
the closest you've been to getting a main character role is being part of the second pairing of a cheesy romance drama that never became a hit, a series with a generic plot and a bland cast of no name actors.
but you can't deny the spark of hope lighting your heart when you receive word of an audition for an upcoming drama adaptation of a well-loved webtoon series, a series you are an avid fan of. it's a murder mystery following a genius detective striving to solve a serial killings cold case, with snippets of romance and the occasional comedy, grim as the premise may be.
once the drama adaptation was confirmed, it quickly became a hot topic; fans are anticipating the casting and filming crew, expecting nothing less of perfection to honor the brilliant source material. by all accounts, it's big news, and snagging even a minor role would definitely earn you more recognition.
if you're chosen to act as the victim in the first murder, you would already be beyond satisfiedābeing part of such a masterpiece is enough to make you overjoyed. you don't have too high hopes but there's no harm in trying for the audition, right?
yes. no harm at all.
that's if you don't count the brain damage you suffered when your head slammed against the wall from complete shock as you received an e-mail from the staff confirming your admittance to the project.
as the protagonist's love interest, no lessāa journalist investigating the serial murders to enact revenge on their younger brother's stead, the third victim in the killings.
äø ; xiao, the celebrity crush
acting practice is generally considered a casual affair in every project you've taken on, yet you couldn't help but spend hours trying to make yourself look presentable (and avoid looking like a beggar compared to your shining idols when you stand side by side). you may be a tad bit overdressed, but you'd hate to make a fool out of yourself on day one.
except that is exactly what you do. because you're a walking disaster.
in your defense, it's not even your fault! the moment you step foot in the venue, you're ushered by the staff to a row of waiting rooms... without any nameplates attached by the doors and no indication of where you're supposed to go. left with no other choice, you mentally count eeny meeny miny moe and surge forward for the chosen room.
you can't tell if you're tremendously lucky or the most unfortunate person on earth, but you come face to face with a person you never thought you'd see in the flesh.
the thing is, the staff never informed you of your future colleagues. the casting is a well-kept secret, even from the actors themselves, to prevent information leaks to the media before the official announcement.
you really wish you had time to prepare yourself before you had to meet xiao, though.
he's lounging by the sofa, curls of dark hair sprawled on the cushions. his face is obscured by an eye mask, fashioned in a cute design you wouldn't expect him to take an interest in at all. if you took a picture of him right now and printed them as merchandise, you're sure they'll sell like hotcakes, but a selfish part of you wants to keep this sight to yourself.
yes, because... because you've been crushing on him since forever!
you've seen his growth as an actor as far back as five years ago, when he only just started his career! he made the perfect mysterious pretty boy male lead, and the romance film he starred in was such a good classic! but he didn't get typecasted, no no. he went beyond his pretty boy persona to work in other productions, where he acted as the crazed antagonist in a horror movie. that, too, eventually became a classic film for any horror movie fan. his murderous glare is just too damn scary!
he's excellent in action-packed movies as well, there's never a need for stunt doubles with him. you've seen his behind the scene clips, and they're just awesome. he doesn't speak much in interviews, his replies clipped and hardly substantial, but you try to catch each piece of precious footage.
oh fuck i shouldn't be here. you snap back to your senses and reach for the doorknob, but the creaking sound of the door prompts xiao to twitch.
a pale hand drags down the eye mask to his chin, and his dazed golden eyes pin you in place.
ā...who are you?ā
it's a simple question, but it's like you're trying to prove your innocence to court. you begin to ramble, introducing yourself in a series of stutters, and explaining how you got to his room. you insist you aren't there to peep on him and it was a complete accident.
ā...so you entered my room by mistake,ā xiao summarizes your ten paragraphs-worth of explanation into a single concise sentence. he doesn't look angry, but doesn't look pleased by your presence either. āit's fine. i could guess the staff was too busy to show you your room.ā he sits up properly, fixing his hair messy from his nap. āyou're the journalist, right? i look forward to working with you.ā
rather than a job, filming feels more like a reward. you get to see xiao everyday, get to talk to xiao even if it's just you commenting on the weather, get to eat with him in lunch breaks (you're seven seats away from him but that counts, right?) and get to act alongside him-
and xiao is the second male lead. you get to act romantic scenes with him. you get to act lovey-dovey with xiao in a police uniform because he's a policeman in this show.
each brush of your hands together sends your heart racing in a speed too fast to be healthy, but as an actor, you're expected to keep your composure and deliver your lines properly.
(the makeup artist is always wondering why you look so red on screen when she swears she didn't put much blush on you, though.)
ādon't you need to ask something of me?ā
you blink innocently as you peel off the heavy costume, the last scene for the day finally wrapped up. xiao must be feeling hot too because he's also wearing a huge coat in the middle of summerāhis face is beet red.
āask you for something...?ā your cheeks burn bright. āoh no, was i too obvious?ā
xiao awkwardly looks away. āyou could say that.ā
how mortifying! you fan your face, hoping your makeup isn't too melted. you already feel like an idiot, no need to look like one.
but xiao already thinks you're stupid. no turning back now.
āo... okay... since the cat is out of the bag, then...ā you pull out a pen and a piece of paper, holding it out to him. āplease give me your autograph!ā
ā...what.ā
āi've been your fan for the last five years! i don't know who ratted me out, actually i'm about 87% sure it's childe, but since you know-ā
āwait- what? five years?ā
ā.........if that's not what you're talking about, then what is?ā
āno, i thought you wanted me to ask me ou-ā
he seals his lips at the most crucial moment, horrified at himself. āsorry. i'll ask you another time.ā
... and then he walks away. just like that.
āxiao, what about my autograph?!ā
āforget it!ā
āwhy all of a sudden?!ā
äŗ ; childe, the scandal magnet
notorious for the massive number of scandals under his belt, it's a surprise to find ajax (with a stage name of childe) in the set of this major production. you're advised by your manager to steer clear of him and avoid unnecessary contact to prevent sullying your reputation, but you can't deny his acting prowessāhe shines on the stage, a performance you can't tear your eyes away from.
he's incredibly versatile, capable of taking on any role and absorbing the character to make it come to life, almost as if he is its incarnation.
it starts as a simple game before actual practice, each actor asked to draw lots from pieces of paper scribbled with different roles, and given an accompanying script to base off of.
everyone laughs when childe, ironically enough, draws the āwomanizer who cheats on his lover.ā
unfortunately, you couldn't laugh along with them because you picked the āloverā role. your incredible (read: atrocious) luck astounds you.
it goes just about as well as everyone expects it. childe, seemingly in his element, plays the part of a perfect scumbag. it's easy to hate him like this, all flamboyant gestures and empty promises of āyou are my one and only.ā his performance inspires you to try harder, and so you raise your voice, your passionate screams of indignance almost sounding heart-felt, like you truly are experiencing a severe betrayal.
when childe sweeps you into his arms, whispering platitudes dripping with honey, you're nearly fooled into forgiving him.
it's hard to get yourself out of the role when the director ends the scene, satisfied with the act. childe's expression returns to its usual lazy grin, a far cry from the smug smirk prior, and he pats your head to wake you up. ānice work. i really felt like i was getting scolded by an angry girlfriend.ā
dazzled by his brilliance, you barely have enough coherence to return the compliment.
your awe doubles when he performs his next act.
much to xiao's horror, he picks the ādying younger brotherā role, a direct accompaniment to childe's āgrieving older brother.ā they make an... interesting pair, but they're also professionals, and the scene they perform almost makes you weep real tears.
xiao lays limp on the floor like a lifeless doll, and childe cradles him to his chest, delivering his lines with sobs and cries that sound too real to be an act. his heart-wrenching wails bounce from the walls, going straight to strike your heart. his voice cuts through the air, demanding your attention, as if telling you to keep your eyes on him and to never look away.
it's nothing like the sleazebag character he was playing twenty minutes ago, and you have to remind yourself your scripts are only given once you've drawn lots; he had a maximum of five minutes to read through it, process the information, decide how to deliver his lines, and visualize himself performing it in the best way possible.
like this, he doesn't look at all like the scandalous man everyone makes him out to be. he's just an earnest man who's good at pretending to be someone else.
it's terrifying to think about. did he ever act like his true self when the cameras stopped rolling, then? was he just playing the part of a āgood co-workerā when he was talking to you earlier? was the whole āscandalous womanizerā image something he set up for himself? a reputation he deliberately made to attract the media's attention? it isn't unusual for actors to cause drama as a publicity stunt, after all.
no, that doesn't make sense. no matter how desperate, nobody would like bad rumors circulating about them. as much as your name is spread around, it also goes hand in hand with distasteful gossip. childe is plenty famous, even before the scandals began popping up, so he never really needed them and they would only further ruin his image...
...on the contrary, if there's anyone getting famous from those scandals, it's...
...the girls he supposedly hooked up with?
rather than making those scandals for fame, doesn't it make more sense if those girls fabricated stories and took advantage of his reputation?
it's no secret that meddlesome paparazzi and hardcore fans obsessively pry into celebrities' personal lives. if they sniff a hint of dating scandals, they don't stop digging. furthermore, once the media releases information to the public, people will take it as fact. in actuality, it doesn't matter what's true or not; what the public wants to believe becomes the ātruth.ā
if the people deemed it plausible, if they thought āchilde would definitely do something like this, so of course if the girl says they hooked up in the dressing room, they didā...
...even if childe denied those claims, nobody would believe him. not even you. you didn't think about it until now. in fact, at the very beginning, you already had assumptions about him, devouring the media's lies.
childe laughs when you apologize to him. it was certainly a shock when you suddenly knocked on his door, then the instance he opened it, you began to bow deeply, nearly slamming your forehead to his chest.
āi'm used to it, don't worry.ā he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. āyou were so stiff around me, it was pretty obvious what you thought of me. but you didn't have to apologize.ā
āno, i do! i was being disrespectful!ā you insist, taking him by surprise when you grab the lapels of his jacket. āyou're nothing like what they say! i'm sure you've been through a lot just because everyone keeps saying whatever they want, without thinking of your feelings... and everyone laughed that one time we played the acting game... i... i can't take back the time i've spent being suspicious of you, but i want to change that!ā you stare directly at his widened eyes, determined. āi want to know you better, ajax!ā
the use of his real name stuns him and for a moment, all he can do is gape at you.
then he narrows his eyes, his lips shaping to a firm line, and he tugs you inside the room.
a yelp unwittingly escapes your mouth when you're pressed against the door, his arms caging either side of you. his expression is unfamiliar now, unlike anything you've ever seen before; uncharacteristically stern, harsher around the edges, spiteful gaze boring holes into your skull.
āyou want to know me better... some pretty words you just said. what do you actually want?ā
your breath hitches when his hand caresses your cheek, but the striking glare he's giving you makes you think he wants to sink his nails deep into your skin instead.
āthis isn't the first time someone tried to approach me, you know. what, you want to be friends with me? you're going to ask if i can invite you to my house? then you're going to tell people how i took advantage of you while you were sleeping?ā
āwhat- no! of course not!ā you yell, face heating up just by the thought of it. ānevermind lying to the media, i don't have the guts to sleep over a guy's house i barely even know!ā
his expression falls to a deadpan. āoh. my bad. you're quite pure, aren't you. of course you wouldn't.ā
āthat's what makes you believe me?!ā
the arms caging you falls to his sides as he walks away, leaving you dumfounded. āright, right, sorry for scaring you. can't you let me off easy? it's pretty hard to trust someone when you're in my position. if i treat you to dinner, will you forgive me?ā
āi... i came here with good intentions... now i feel as though i was harassed...ā
his usual smile falls on his face, like he's a completely different person from the man who trapped you just seconds prior. āwhat do you think about seafood? i'll let you eat as many crabs as you like. i really am sorry, promise. if you were saying the truth earlier, then i'd be glad to know you better too, [name].ā
you give him a look. ā...if they saw us entering a restaurant together, wouldn't that attract rumors?ā
āhm? is everyone so narrow-minded they think anyone who eats together is in an illicit relationship?ā
the answer is no, so you eat as much crabs and shrimp as you want to your heart's content. you're getting your food's worth for that fright he caused earlier. childe isn't complaining anyway, only impressed with how much dishes you're practically inhaling.
in any case, it isn't a date. there is no ambience or heart-pounding romance of any sort. not when you're overtly taking advantage of his money and childe's taking ugly pictures of you mid-bite.
but then, of course, the media takes note of it; the topic of your outing is brought up at an interview, to which you fret and panic because you were never popular enough to be interviewed before, and they're asking if you're fucking childe, of all things-
āwhat are you talking about?ā childe pops up behind you, unhelpfully wrapping an arm around your shoulders as if he wants to add fuel to the fire. he chuckles, tilting your chin to lean closer to his face. āi'm just pursuing [name]. nothing's happened yet. unless [name] wants to...ā
you take it back. he's definitely at fault for having this many scandals.
äø ; albedo, the male lead
the first day of rehearsals, the protagonist of the drama isn't even there.
to your astonishment, nobody complains about it. twenty minutes into practice (most scenes skipped due to the protagonist's absence), the director gets a call and excuses himself outside. less than a minute after, he informs everyone the star of the show won't be able to make it.
the actors trade unsure looks, wondering what the hell is going on, but the rest of the staff remain unfazed. the director notices and explains, āit's albedo. his busy schedule can't be helped. his manager called me to let me know his flight got delayed.ā
and then it makes much more sense.
albedo is well-renowned in the film industry, an extraordinary talent who first came into showbiz three years ago. it's not at all a long time, but it's long enough for him to receive countless awards and bountiful movie offersāhe was just born for the stage. if anything, this drama is lucky to have him in it, not the other way around. a late arrival for a rehearsal is nothing. he could probably disappear for two months without telling anybody and when he comes back, the director would beg him to act for the drama for twice the pay. (an exaggeration, but you get the point.)
and... you're expected to partner with him? you? a speck of dust compared to the sun that is albedo? you have to match his brilliance and not look like a turd beside him on screen? you have to be equals with him and- and you actually get to- you get to hold hands with him, kiss him, and- those couple stuff? everything? his fans would murder you if your mother doesn't kill you first! you know she likes his movies a lot!
the fourth day of rehearsals, he finally comes to the set. not with an air of arrogance or excessive pride. he just exudes confidence, strutting to the room in an elegant poise you can't hope to replicate. he gives his sincere apologies for the inconvenience to the staff, all polite bows and offer of recompense.
ābut there's no reason to worry,ā he declares, gaze steely. āi won't make any more trouble for you.ā
he refuses when the director suggests taking it slowly and instead goes straight to practice. but it doesn't look like he needs any of it at all.
as if he's been here all along, he falls into place with the other actors, not a single awkward pause in their scripted conversations and everything smooth sailing. he delivers a flawless performance, like the cameras are already rolling and he's practiced for tens of thousands of times already, not read through a portion of the script in the car ride towards the set.
there is one thing he's struggling with, however.
āyou're too stiff with each other,ā the acting coach comments, frowning slightly at the two of you and cutting the scene short. ārather than bickering, it's like you're actually arguing, and that's not what we want to portray.ā
you blink, exchanging a look with albedo, and look down at his collar you're still gripping.
maybe you do look like you're trying to strangle him instead of pulling him closer to your face for some good ol' sexual tension.
originally, the characters you play didn't get along well in the beginning of the webtoon; the genius detective didn't like to rely on others, conceited enough to believe he can solve the case on his own, hence seeing the journalist as a hindrance since they kept pestering him to let them help him, and he help them in turn so they could work together. the detective didn't deem them āusefulā for the investigation, and it was only much later that he (begrudgingly) admitted the journalist can be helpful... sometimes. thus officially starting their partnership for the investigation, and later on, partners in the romantic sense.
there were quite a lot of bickering scenes before the actual romance commenced, and you're struggling with finding a delicate balance to thatāwhere exactly do you draw the line between petty squabbles and severe disputes? how do you show the chemistry between these two characters while butting heads in every instance? the enemies to lovers trope is harder to act than it seems.
ātry to get familiar,ā the director suggests. āyou're stiff because you don't know each other well. you're too shy to touch or get closer. why not leave early and go on a little date by yourselves to fix that?ā
āis that really okay...?ā you say, unsure. besides being hesitant to leave earlier than the rest, you're also nervous to be alone with your co-actor.
āif he says it's fine, then it's fine.ā albedo shrugs, starting to walk towards the dressing room and tugging you along. ābut if we're going outside, we should wear disguises. it's also fine if we borrow some of your clothes, right?ā
āof course, of course~ā the director indulges him. āhave fun, kiddos.ā
as it turns out, albedo is a master of disguise. he doesn't even have a wig or anything but you almost can't recognize him clad in casual attire. he also almost looks like a stylist while figuring out what outfit to give you, and you're left in awe when you look at yourself in the mirror wearing clothes you wouldn't normally pick out yourself but they look really, really good on you, and they do a good job changing your image too. not that you think anybody would recognize you anyway, unpopular and all.
āwhere do you want to go?ā you trail after him on the way to the bus station, always a step or two behind. albedo makes a humming noise, subtly slowing his pace to match your strides.
āwhy not just go wherever our feet takes us?ā he pipes up. āas long as it's not teeming with people, of course.ā
so with zero preparation at all, you do just that. you stop by a bookstore, with you showing him around the comics section and him adamantly insisting the plain hard-cover literature he's picking up is a thrilling epic that will definitely pique your interest, [name] stop yawning-
you pay a visit to the arcade, where you find albedo is clumsy with his feet and can't play dance dance revolution to save his life, but also unnecessarily adept with claw machines because he has a little sister who loves getting stuffed toys. you compete over who gets the most points in the basketball game to decide who pays for dinner, end up in a tie, and move on to a zombie shooting game. you win by a narrow margin and albedo tells you so, but you point a finger at the results and tell him to cough up the cash. then you play around in the photo booth using the craziest filters, and you take the liberty of pasting stickers everywhere.
dinner is a simple affair. albedo looks ready to go to some michelin star establishment but you introduce him to a sushi restaurant that's relatively cheap. he's impressed by the way you swipe at the conveyor belt so quickly. okay, so you may look like an utter glutton right now, but it's fine. not the first time you embarrassed yourself in front of a co-actor.
lastly, you stop by an ice cream shop to get gelato. your appetite is āawe-inspiring,ā as albedo put it, but you argue there's always room for dessert.
āwill this actually help us, though...?ā you sigh, eating a spoonful of gelato. āi don't understand the difference between bickering and arguing.ā
āwe've done it the whole day,ā albedo reminds you, using a tissue to clean the residue of cream on your cheek. āwe'll do just fine.ā
you stare at him in disbelief. ā...is this also one of your habits from taking care of your sister?ā
āah. you could say that.ā
just as albedo said, filming goes a lot more smoothly. the playful air is a huge improvement compared to last time when they said you looked ready to beat him to submission. the romantic tidbits are coming along well, too, spun between action-packed scenes where you're pressed against albedo in a slim locker to hide from the murderer lurking nearby or sweet slice of life moments outside of the investigation.
at last, the confession scene is upon you. just a while back, the two main characters got into a full-blown argument; the detective was irritated by the lack of progress in the investigation, and deduced his feelings were distracting him. he decided to keep the journalist at arm's length, never allowing them to go close. of course, they didn't react well to this, and so they pester him again, but the argument became heated and it eventually peaked to āyou're an inconvenience to me!ā which led them to separate ways.
the journalist, desperate to solve the case on their own, approached people who seemed to be in the know. they were nearly pulled into bed by an attractive yet suspicious man, who's genuinely interested in the journalist romantically and used intel on their younger brother's murder as leverage, but they get interrupted by the detective pounding on the door.
he dragged the journalist out, thoroughly upset at the notion of selling themself, but they deny the accusations and claim they were tricked.
the argument stretched longer, the both of them airing out everything they dislike about the other, but the detective accidentally slipped and confessed his real feelings. the journalist, who never thought of him that way, was frozen on the spot.
it's a long scene requiring much preparation. aside from the amount of lines you have to memorize, there's also a hotel suite you have to borrow for the shoot, the cameras they need to set for the ādraggingā scene that has a lot of movement, the really awkward half-bedroom scene you have to act with your co-actor, and the fact that you have to take the confession scene before the sun completely set.
it's truly a busy day. anxiety plagued you the moment you came out of the makeup room, knowing what comes next.
but it's a job, and one especially you couldn't afford to slack on. the kind-of-but-not-really-bedroom scene goes without a hitch, but albedo interrupts you a tad bit too early; the top of your shirt is barely unbuttoned but he's already storming in, ripping you out of the other man's grasp.
the director doesn't chide him for it however, and he drags you out of the hotel as planned. you're a bit frazzled by the suddenness of it all, clothes still rumpled, but it adds on to your acting and your stuttering questions make the scene look more natural.
albedo's fury seeing you in such a disheveled state seems almost genuine, too.
āwhy are you acting like this?!ā you pull your wrist away in an effort to make him let go, as described in the script, but albedo refuses to. an improvisation, perhaps? but now of all times...? āyou didn't care about me before! are you trying to be nice now? didn't you say you were sick of putting up with me? you hated me for being stupid, right? guess what, then! i was stupid enough to get almost taken advantage of! if you're just going to lecture me, let go. i don't want to hear any of it. i already know how much of a fool i am.ā
you're supposed to back away now, but he doesn't let you do that either. for one step backward, he takes two forward, nose nearly brushing with yours in the close proximity. your face heats up in a combination of confusion and embarrassment, your ears barely registering his lines.
ā...never listen to me. you always go off on your own and i still think you're a reckless idiot. you're noisy and brash and you annoy me to no end,ā he says in one breath, staring deeply into your eyes. ābut seeing you with someone else annoys me even more. to the point i'd abandon everything just to get you back.ā
āw...ā your throat is incredibly dry. āwhy would you...ā
āwhether i like it or not, you've become important to me. i love your stupid laugh and your stupid smile. i love the way you look at me, and i don't want you to look at anyone else. you drive me crazy when you put yourself in danger because i don't want to lose you. i want you so badly that i want you to only think about me, spend time only with me, only love me. i-ā
you're fairly certain this is nowhere near his lines in the script.
āi love you so much that it scares me.ā his voice trembles as his hand lifts to cup your face, something that finally bears semblance to the original scene. āit was wrong of me to say those horrible things. not just last time. i've been terrible to you, and no amount of apologies can make up for it. but i ask only one more chance.ā
his finger hovers at the corner of your lip.
ā[name], won't you only look at me?ā
you gape like a fish out of water, unable to reply. you're trying to remember your lines, flipping through the mental script in your head, but the director's ācut!ā pulls you back to reality.
albedo blinks, getting himself out of the role, and he lets go of you reluctantly, the heat of his fingers lingering on your skin.
āthe scene was good, but you said the wrong name.ā the director laughs. āit's alright. we can still shoot where we last left off. return to your positions.ā
as told, you go back to your previous position. you give a furtive glance at albedo, whose cheeks flare in humiliation. he's probably never done such a rookie mistake before. there's no reason to be that flustered about it; you've made the same error plenty of times.
āi apologize. i won't do it again next time.ā
(if he's going to confess, the least he can do is make his own lines for the occasion.)
ĖĖĖ he accidentally drinks a truth potion ĖĖĖ
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azul ashengrotto
it was obvious from the get-go and to anyone with working eyes that he had the biggest, dumbest crush on you. frankly speaking, it wasnāt well concealed to begin with. compared to the general student body, he treated you far differently. he was kinder, spoke softer, and acted gentler... it gave those who were accustomed to his slimy business man persona the heebie-jeebies
nevertheless, azul would never take the big gamble of confessing his romantic feelings towards you. he was afraid. what if he read the situation wrong? what if he mistook your selfless nature? what if you reject him? or worse, what if you do accept his confession then leave him once you see he wasnāt what he made himself out to be?
today was another day of jade and floyd withstanding his constant fawning over you before moping in his office like a grump. floyd was at the end of his wits by that point. it was a never ending loop of sulking and he was sick of it. so can they really blame him for slipping a drop of truth potion in his morning tea? in fact, they should thank him for putting an end to it
the effects were interesting. azul wasnāt aware of what had happened until he saw you in the hallway and boldly proclaimed how pretty you were. every individual within vicinity turned their heads, wide-eyed and jaw slacked. he then realized there was something wrong. and with a bit of sleuthing done, he concluded it was the work of magic
he avoided you like the plague, always walking in the opposite direction and hanging in areas you donāt frequent. it hurt to see you upset by his actions. he didnāt mean to, but it had to be done or else he wouldāve made a fool of himself in front of you. it was when the day drew close to an end did he decide his pride wasnāt worth destroying his chances with you
āif i tell you...ā he paused, wringing his fingers to ease his nerves. āif i tell you how i feel when iām around you, would you laught at me?ā he released a shaky breath when you reached out to hold his forearm, squeezing it lightly as an attempt to comfort him
you shook your head, signing he could trust you. āno, no. never. i care about you, azul. you do know that, right? whatever it is you want to say, i promise it wonāt change anything, especially how i see you.ā
azul stayed silent. you didnāt press him for an answer. you knew he needed some time to find the right words to communicate his thoughts. in the end, it was worth the wait. āi-i canāt help but smile as if everything is going to be alright when iām with you... i canāt seem to get you off my mind and i donāt think i want to... what iām trying to say is...ā he took your hand in his, forcing you to look up at him. āi feel something iāve never felt with anyone before but you and i believe that iām... iām in love with you.ā
āazul, iā¦ i didnāt know you felt that way about me.ā his grasp went slack. you inwardly cursed at yourself for your poor phrasing. you made sure to tighten your hold to prevent him from slipping away. āiām glad you told me because i, uh, i feel the same way.ā
he stood frozen. were his ears deceiving him? was he hearing things. he snapped out of his reverie when he felt you pull him closer until he was fully enveloped in your embrace. his body heated up at the contact, especially when you guided his arms to wrap around your figure. āthank you for reciprocating my feelings,ā he whispered into your ear
kalim al-asim
an itty-bitty mishap happened at the laboratory during potionology class. the table behind him grabbed the wrong component to finish their potion and it erupted into a huge mess that effected the surrounding tables. it brought him and a couple others at the clinic and the idiots behind it assigned to cleaning duty for a whole month. the nurse didnāt detect any symptoms him and instantly cleared him
it went under everyoneās noses. not a single person, even jamil, suspected a thing since he didnāt act any different after the incident. the truth potion showed no effects since he already spoke his mind. there wasnāt a filter to remove when there was no filter in the very beginning. it only became strange after jamil spotted a pattern in his behavior when you were with the dorm leader. kalim made shameless advances towards you in the past. however, this is on a new level
āi like being around you,ā he confessed out of the blue, āi like it when youāre happyā¦ i like your face tooā¦ have i complimented your beauty yet?ā jamil cringed. he quickly went over to where you two conversed and steered him away, far away, before he dug a deeper hole for himself
though, his attempts worked. it sadly didnāt guarantee to be a success every time. maybe it was fate playing its games, but no matter what area they went, they kept bumping into you. when kalim recognized you on his way back to the scarabia dorm for the last time, he immediately ran in your direction whilst jamil spoke to a certain octopus
he tapped you on the shoulder. āc-can i speak to you?ā he beamed, keeping all of your attention focused on him. āsure. uh, what is it?ā you tilted your head. it took everything within him to not coo at how cute you were
āiāve been having these unusual feelings whenever iām around you,ā he admitted, garnering a few gasps from your friends who watched, āi feel lightheaded when youāre near. when i see you, i feel this fuzzy, strange feeling inside my chest and... and when i hear your voice, it calms me down and makes me feel at ease. oh! also when you smile, iāā before he could finish his sentence, a hand pops out of nowhere then covers his mouth, effectively silencing him
jamil excused, āi apologize on behalf of his behavior today. please donāt hold it against him. an accident happened earlier during potionology class. and based on what i heard from the nurse, the effects will wear off by tomorrow morning,ā then pulled him away. even from a distance, you could still catch kalim animatedly waving farewell
the very next day, you get a series of knocks on your door and find none other than the one and only dorm leader of scarabia standing behind it with a sizeable, and most likely expensive, bouquet in his hands... and jamilās.
āiām really sorry for what happened yesterday. i-i, um, i mustāve made you uncomfortable with all of the things i said. please forgive me?ā you were frazzled. too many things were happening too fast, you barely found the words to respond. unfortunately, from his perspective, your silence came off wrong. ādonāt be mad at me anymore!ā he begged, āiāll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness if thatās what you wāā
ākalimā¦ kalim? kalim!ā you called, bringing him out of his stupor. āi was never mad at you,ā you chuckled, āi was just taken aback by the grand gestureāthatās all.āand it brought a radiant smile to his face
ĖĖĖ you borrow another boyās uniform jacket ĖĖĖ
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kalim al-asim
your boyfriend had a streak of being quite the ditz at time and while he never intends to hurt anyone or step on some toes, the lack of filter made it hard at times. presently, how he stared at the jacket a classmate lent you came offā¦ differently
āi prefer you wear mine instead,ā he hums to himself, as he circled youāonly to stop and study its material. he didnāt mean to offend yet when he considered referring his personal tailor to the academy, you winced. technically, he didnāt say it outright but he did indirectly dub it subpar
ākalimā¦ā you drawled. he pouts at your tone. āhe did me a huge favor by agreeing to let me borrow his jacket. it was freezing cold back there.ā
his shoulders visibly drooped, as he mewled, āwhy didnāt you ask for mine then?ā
ābecause we donāt share the last class, silly.ā you offered a tiny closed-lip smile, and kalimās pout deepened. he wasnāt satisfied with your response. heās your boyfriend, it was his job to take care of you :(
good luck dealing with him. kalim will proceed to pester you for wearing another boyās jacket in lieu of his. what was special about this one? his was softer and sewn better. he went as far as to propose he gets you a custom piece if the design of his jacket didnāt fit your style
āweāre together now, though!ā he stood right in front of you and removed the garment then extended it to you. āplease return his and wear mine instead?ā his eyes practically begging for you to say yes
āhow bold,ā you laughed, āi wasnāt aware you had a possessive side, kalim.ā the tips of his ears carried a red tinge to them while he steps forward to rid the article off your figure. āhush, you talk too much,ā he playfully chided
āthe pot calling the kettle black,ā you teased, tugging the sleeves till it rested perfectly past your palms. your boyfriend cooed at the adorable sight and gave you a pat on the head
this moment served as the catalyst for kalim and his not-so-subtle practice of leaving his jacket, or clothes in general, inside your closet to prevent any similar incidents to occur in the future
azul ashengrotto
āne, azul. staring is rude,ā a familiar voice calls from behind. a faint snicker follows, entertained by the sight of their octopus friend and his current internal turmoil
azul wrings his fingers. he averts his eyes to the floor below. was it obvious? he asked himself, surely you didnāt catch him. the twins did have a proclivity to mess with him after all. āi wasnāt staring at y/n!ā he hissed, silently praying nobody heard him
āfufu, jade didnāt even say any names!ā floyd cackled, receiving a few curious glances from the other tables. azul stiffened under the new attention casted on them, which only made floyd laugh harder
when azul finally acknowledged his crush on you and accepted his romantic interest in you, he vowed to not ruin his chances by making a complete fool of himself in front of you. in present time, he dangerously teetered in that territory with his sulking
to be fair, you did try to ask him if you could borrow it earlier. while you werenāt upfront, even the densest individuals understood your efforts. at the time, azul blue-screened when you popped the question. seeing his reaction, you didnāt continue and played it cool by asking another classmate too
it wasnāt until you left did it sink in. ever since then, he was down in the dumps. he wanted to cry. he couldnāt believe he missed the opportunity to get close to you. it was debasing! he was a business man. it was in his nature to be an opportunist. he felt like a total moron :(
azul hated himself for unwittingly pushing you towards another boy. he knew it meant nothing, yet it still left a terrible taste in his mouth. it was an internal battle between logic and emotions, and there was no telling which will win
as soon as the class ended, he took a speedy departure out of there then hid by a corner in the hallway. his heart leaped at the echoes of footsteaps approaching him. thank the seven for their mercy because you simply walked past him. withal, his day wouldnāt be complete if the leech twins didnāt bother him by taking their teasings up a notch
āmy, look at what i found, jade!ā floyd said in a sing-song voice, āa bastard octopus!ā jade, who stood beside him, asked, āwhy are you hiding there? you lookā¦ weird.ā
āiām not hidingā¦ iām merely passing time until the next class,ā azul dismissed, and crossed his arms. the twins didnāt buy it. floyd taunted, āitās koebi-chan! heās hiding ācuz of koebi-chan! i say we tell them to end his suffering,ā compelling the dorm leader to lunge at them to prevent any further movement
Context: context is for bitches. I donāt care how or why but thereās only one bed.
Heartslabyul
Riddle
He looks calm but heās definitely panicking inside. Heās going through the queens rules in his mind to see if thereās anything that pertains to your situation but comes up empty. Of course, being the gentleman that he is, heāll offer you the bed but he wonāt say no if you insist on sleeping together. Heās bright red the whole time though.
Ace
Why? Why is he so excited?? He doesnāt even mention an alternative, he just flings himself onto the bed and expectantly waits for you to follow suit. There doesnāt even have to be anything romantic at all this boy just loves to cuddle. Heās super physically affectionate with all his friends and if he has a crush on you, then even more so. Heāll either be the big spoon or heāll shamelessly hold you while he rests his head on your chest. Doesnāt even think twice.
Deuce
So flustered! He immediately apologizes as if the whole thing was his fault and starts making himself a nest in the furthest corner of the room. He canāt even make eye contact with you. You wonāt be able to talk him into sleeping with you but you might be able to drag him.
Cater
Itās totes nbd to him. You guys can have a sleepover! Youāll do face masks and paint each otherās nails and Cater will document the whole thing on Magicam so everyone can see how cute you guys are together. At bed time, heāll keep a space between you. Heās not super cuddly at night.
Trey
He wonāt be weird about it but no god in existence could get him into that bed with you. Itās not because he doesnāt like you! Itās because he does like you and he would feel bad if he had any uhhā¦ impure thoughts about you while you were sleeping. But heās the perfect gentleman and will make conversation with you before he insists that it is time for bed and retreats to the nest of blankets he made on the floor.
Savannaclaw
Leona
He growls at you and then goes to make himself comfortable on the bed. Assuming that meant you were sleeping on the floor, you started trying to make yourself comfortable. Looking up, you see Leona looking at you like youāre an idiot. Once on the bed, Leona will turn his back to you and try his best to ignore you. But once he falls asleep, his tail will wrap around your waist of itās own accord and pull you into his arms.
Ruggie
He literally doesnāt even notice. Heās so tired after Leona ordering him around all day that he just collapses right onto the bed and passes out. You sigh and roll him over to one side so that you can actually have room to sleep. When he wakes up and realizes you two are in bed together he tries some kind of flirty line on you.
Jack
Jack is another very passionate gentleman. He really doesnāt want to invade your personal space but he also canāt say no to you. His solution is that he uses his unique magic to turn into his wolf form and sleep on top of your feet like a big ass lap dog. He wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to run so if he changes forms in the night itās not a big deal.
Octavinelle
Azul
Absolutely screaming inside his brain but he manages to keep his cool on the outside. He scours through his mind to come up with some kind of solution. Make the tweels give up one of their beds? Use a potion so he doesnāt have to sleep? While heās processing things like a Dell startup, you snap him out of him by saying you really donāt mind sharing the bed. Oh what Azul wouldnāt do to have an octopus pot right now.
Jade
Why can I not picture Jade actually sleeping? When heās not working on endless paperwork for the Monstro Lounge or studying he probably sleeps flat on his back perfectly still. When he realizes thereās only one bed, he tells you that itās fine and he was planning on staying up all night anyway.
Floyd
Heās fucking psyched! Immediately grabs your arm and pulls you into bed with him where he initiates several rounds of play wrestling. Itās fun once you realize he doesnāt actually want to kill you. It ends when heās straddling you and pining your arms above your head. Then he giggles and asks you why youāre so red.
Scarabia
Kalim
Heās fucking psyched pt.2! He honestly gets really lonely at night and will sometimes crawl in with Jamil if heāll let him. He keeps you up with him into the late hours of the night, showing you tiktoks he found funny or talking about whatever is on his mind. Once he does settle down, he has both arms around your waist and is snuggled deep into your chest and is out like a light.
Jamil
Kalim usually insists on sharing the bed with Jamil in this kind of situation but Jamil knows that any normal person wouldnāt have the same disposition. He tells you that you should take the bed, but looking at the bags under his eyes you can tell that he needs it more than you do. Heāll be a little hesitant to share, but wonāt argue too much since heās so exhausted.
Pomefiore
Vil
Heās already on the bed and taking up all of it. He tosses a pillow at you so you can make yourself comfortable on the floor. Isnāt he so thoughtful? Itās only because he brought his own pillow with special bamboo silk that wonāt bother his skin while he sleeps. Maybe if you look sad enough heāll let you sleep by his feet. (Iām sorry I made him so mean I swear I actually do love him)
Rook
Rook is another person I canāt really imagine sleeping. Especially not with another person. Even if you two are friends, heās hesitant to let his guard down around you. And if he likes you then he wants to stay up to protect you. Either way, heāll convince you to go to sleep without him and he may even allow himself a few passing moments to admire you while you do.
Epel
Heās annoyed, but not annoyed enough to let himself get angry about it. So he quietly asks if the two of you can share since he ādoesnāt take up a lot of spaceā. Heāll start off on the other side of the bed, but throughout the night heāll slowly soft closer and closer to you. Once you wake up, Epel is latched onto you like a parasite.
Ignihyde
Idia
I thinkā¦ he would just die. I think he would just die on the spot. He insists that you take the bed since heāll be up all night playing video games anyway. But once itās really late and he actually does get tired, heāll be by the side of the bed, having a very heated debate with himself. All his muttering wakes you up and you just roll your eyes and pull him into bed with you.
Diasomnia
Malleus
Itās a minor inconvenience but he doesnāt really care. He doesnāt usually share a bed with anyone but heāll make an exception for you. If you get flustered and try to sleep separately heāll be very confused. Heās not going to sleep on the ground and heās not going to let you sleep on the ground so thereās really no other choice is there?
Lilia
Itās really whatever you want. If you want to share then heās totally up for it but heās fine sleeping on the floor too. However be warned that he will probably spend a good portion of the night just staring at you and playing with your hair either way. Not in a weird way! He just thinks youāre neat.
Silver
This boy can fall asleep anywhere. Heās really not picky. While youāre trying to think of a solution, heās already asleep on top of the dresser. If he wakes up in the middle of the night then he might crawl into bed with you. He sees absolutely nothing wrong with it. He just wants to sleep somewhere.
Sebek
Goes off on a very long and loud tangent about the poor planning that must have gone into your rooming preparation. He eventually decides that heās going to take it up with Crowley abut when he turns to get your opinion youāre already asleep on the bed. Realizing that you donāt actually care, Sebek relaxes and grabs and extra pillow to sleep on the floor.
It's about 10 o' clock. Most of the agents are back in their rooms and that includes you, except that you're currently in a certain phantom's room.
Nothing but the shuffling of the covers are heard as you try to fall asleep. There's a big mission tomorrow and you want some good shuteye. Omen sits silently beside your mildly thrashing form as he knits a (f/c) scarf.
You finally give up on falling asleep as you sit up and lay your head on his shoulder. Upon the contact, he stops knitting and sets aside his needles. A claw, though usually covered in blood when in combat, sharp and dangerous as it apears, softly slides down your arm and carefully slots it into your hand.
A smile, genuine and loving tugs at your face. You bring your hands up to press a chaste kiss on the back of his. The smoke that makes up his body flows excitedly for a split second while he looks down to hide his bashfulness. How you make him feel this way is still a mystery but he welcomes the feeling wholeheartedly.
You gently tug on his arm and sink down into the bed. He gets the message and lifts the blanket before slipping under properly. Both pairs of legs get tangled as you pull yourself closer to his chest, wanting to feel a sense of security that he is still here with you and not disappearing to anywhere else.
His presence and the reassurance that he is here to stay is all you need to fall asleep peacefully. Your head rests under his form's chin and you relax into his hold, eyes fluttering to a close.
The wraith himself feels the warmth of your body slowly lulling him to a rest. At least this time when he sleeps, he'll have you in his arms to wake up to if he meets some nightmares.
Dm me for the password to this blog i have been severely one-upped (seriously though aaaaaaaa as an omen simp myself I am drinking up this content)
Iām just curious about what will be the Valorant agents reaction when the reader (who is a character from the game) is being hated, h@rass3d or being called : ācreated by marketingā from players who canāt play with her/him
Sorry if this request is too long
Best to worst Valorant Agents in this scenario
Sageā Girl def gets it. Self explanatory
Killjoyā Woman in stem, also self explanatory
Astraā Dispell that shit with some positive vibes! Donāt need that negative energy here.
Reynaā They said WHAT?! Y/N, hand me my gun.
Breachā ^ same thing different font
Jettā Lmao they just need to git gud, forget about them theyāre just trash
Skyeā The definition of girlboss. Take her word for it.
Sovaā Praise king. Who cares if they donāt like you? I like you.
Razeā letās go blow them up lolololol
Phoenixā That ego is big enough for you both bestie
Kay/Oā Would give you the facts, you werenāt created my marketing and you know he wouldnāt(?) lie to you
Brimstoneā Old man.
Viperā is also like āwho caresā but is a little less comforting about it
Cypherā In gen is just not really a comforting person
