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Books; fandoms, collection; fanfic, development collection; in progress.
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Rules You'll need to know them..
1. { I will only be writing for characters that are the age 16 or older. }
2. { Smut is currently not on my mind to write about, respect that, I'm currently only headcannons, small/big fics and scenarios. }
3. { The genres I can or usually write for are fluff, heartwarming, comfort, comedy and angst. }
4. { I currently have no interest in writing for real life characters in movies, series or live action. }
5. { Refrain from sending the same request twice or multiple times in a row aka spamming, it takes up space and may cause others request to be overlooked. }
6. { You're free to request books that are within my capabilities. }
7. { You can request some characters or books that are not on my list below and I will check if it's within me to write them. }
8. { If you do however, have some books or characters that are not on my list below then you can request them but do tell me the character's name and what book they're from. }
9. { Hate is not appreciated and if any hate is found, it will be removed. }
10. { Overall feel free to request books or characters that are within my capabilities. }
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Some stuffs you'll need to know
... { This library is going to be updated from time to time feel free to swing by whenever you want. }
... { I write for both genders, characters and the reader's gender can be requested. }
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This list includes the books I know and write for.
Blue Exorcist
Demon Slayer
Blue Lock
That time I got reincarnated as a slime
Fairy Tail
Haikyuu
Kuroko no basket
My hero academia
Wistoria Wand & Sword
Wind Breaker (The anime&manga)
Black Clover
Record of Ragnarok
One piece
Gachiakuta
Tokyo Revengers
What books I am mainly focused on writing for.
Gachiakuta
Wind breaker (The anime&manga)
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You guys are also free to suggest whatever books you want to read.
Cw: Established relationship, nicknames your boy, petnames for you, it's implied you often sleep together with him in his house, teasing, lots of kisses, fluff, he's just so lovely, isn't he.
Summary: You woke up to an empty bed, which was weird, since Kiryu was usual up and about, next to you scrolling through his phone and watching you sleep soundly or cuddling against you happily with warmth.
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The morning sunlight hits you from where you're laying on Kiryu's bed, groaning, you flip to your side and try to grab onto your lover to hide away from the harsh light.
But instead of a warm body as you were expecting, your hands grab onto something soft and squishy, grunting, you open your eyes and blink blankly upon seeing the kitten shaped body pillow in your grasp.
Blinking in confusion, you slowly get up with a groan, wiping your eyes while looking around his room, you let out a hum as you shift to the side of the bed, turning back to see if Kiryu was in bed and if you had just clumsily missed him.
But of course he wasn't there, if he was, you'd hear him whine for you to stay in bed a while longer as he cuddles against you, or other times, hear him tell you to go back to sleep as you're waking up, just so he can take photos of you sleeping soundly with him on his bed.
Huffing, you sit up and stretch, letting out a quick sigh when you feel your bones crack and a wave of relief hitting you. Getting up from the bed, you open the door and walk out of Kiryu's room, just to shiver as the cold air grazes you.
Quickly heading towards the bathroom, you flinch in surprise upon seeing Kiryu standing inside while the door's ajar, focusing on applying something onto his face while facing the mirror, you notice his usual face piercings are gone.
"Mitsuki?" tilting your head, Kiryu looks at you from the mirror and smiles sweetly at you, "What are you doing?" you question him as you get closer to him, you wrap your arms around his waist.
He hums, still rubbing the stuff on his face, as you glance at the label from the sink's counter, "Just some moisturiser, dearest." he answers, eyes focused on applying the stuff over his face evenly while avoiding the pierced areas, resting your head against his warm back, you sigh contently at the loving petname.
"Darling, would you mind if I took care of your pretty face too?" Kiryu asks, his emerald eyes flickering over to yours for a moment before he turns around to peck a tender kiss on your head, you hum at the the question directed to you, lips pursed, as you think about it.
"That'd be nice.." you mutter, sleepy eyes looking at his energetic and excited ones as you let go of his waist and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you while pressing soft kisses to his lips and along his jawline, making his face flush in an adorable way.
He lets out an awkward cough, a small dopey smile on his face, as he taps your hand to signal for you to release him, you pout and let out a sigh before reluctantly unwrapping your arms from his neck, instead opting to hold his damp hand.
Kiryu chuckles, giving you a peck on the lips and then on your cheek, "Mind washing up first, and then letting me take care of you?" he asks, thumb caressing yours while he tilts his head.
"Or you want me to brush your teeth and wash your face for you, hmm?" he teases, voice sugary sweet as he kisses your hand.
You snort at his endearing affection, "Wouldn't mind you helping me with that, Mitsu." you smile, eyes teasing as your lover huffs out an breathless laugh, "Just kidding, I'll do it myself." you giggle cheekily, as Kiryu sighs at the lost of opportunity.
Grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, you push the paste out and begin brushing your teeth, all while Kiryu rests his head on yours and hugs you from behind, as you gargle the foam away, you spit it out and wash your toothbrush.
Wetting your hand to remove any residue, you gently tap your wet hands against your face, grab the cleanser from the counter, and then squish out a glob, tapping the paste against sections of your face, you then rub your face gently, but firmly, before washing it all off.
Making eye contact with your lover in the mirror, you turn your head as Kiryu grabs a towel, gently patting your face, before placing the towel on his shoulder and grabbing the toner from the counter, pouring a small amount on his hands, he applies it on your face gently.
And then he pinches and stretches your cheeks gently while grinning at you, "hey!" you half yell, swatting his hand away as he laughs loudly, you huff, a small smile tugging on your lips, "Silly goose." you mutter, Kiryu only leans over with a hum, as if not hearing your endearing comment.
You huff, pecking a kiss to his soft lips and watching as his milky skin flushes prettily with his eyes slightly widened with a chuckle leaving him, as he kisses you back softly.
Before he grabs a bottle from the counter and unscrews it, "Gonna apply some serum on you now, ok." Kiryu smiles, tilting his head as he drips the cold liquid on your face, placing the bottle away, he rubs the stuff evenly on your face.
After that, he kisses you again, and grabs the moisturiser from before to squeeze some on his hands and rub it on your face, "there ya go, sweetie." he smiles, eyes soften as he looks at you blinking up at him, "Gosh, you're really just so lovely." Kiryu whispers, "y'know?" he smiles.
You only smile back at him, wrapping your arms around him again and breathing in his sweet, calming scent, "Thanks, Mitsu." you hum, feeling him move before a faint 'click' is heard, you assume he's clipping back on his piercings, when firm arms wrap around you, and lift you up, you yelp, as Kiryu carries you to where you assume, is back to his room.
As you guess right, Kiryu plops the both of you down on his bed, before pulling out his phone, and scrolling on some shopping app, probably for matching clothes again, you chuckle.
"Let's cuddle 'n talk, yeah sweets?" Kiryu says, kissing your cheek and holding your hand, his soft emerald eyes gazes at you with such love and with such a sweet smile on his face, it's simply intoxicating.
And you smile back at him, kissing his hand as you mutter out a 'sure'.
HIIIIII could i request a fic of tamsy x reader in which reader insists on painting his nails??? i think that’d be so cute!! idk i don’t have a specific scene in mind i just think it’d be a cute lil fluff story
Better make it pretty
Tamsy Caines x gender neutral reader
Cw: You and Tamsy are close, Tamsy trusts you, bark but no bite from Tamsy, Tamsy being picky and annoying(?), he's being cute, you have a lot of nicknames for him that he lets you use.
Summary: You've always thought Tamsy's hands would look nice with painted nails, even if he'd explained that it'd make him look ridiculous and that the other cleaners would tease him about it. You didn't really care.
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A heavy sigh escapes from his lips, as Tamsy gives you a side glare, a warning to 'drop it already', you only grin, eyes scanning his face while making him sweat slightly.
"C'mon," you coo, hand reaching out to grab his shoulder, "you know you wanna do this, Tammy." you grin, dangling the tiny bottles of nail polish infront of his face.
You suggested painting his nails, when you suddenly barged into his room, he only looked at you with a bewildered and confused face, before bluntly refusing you.
A grumble slips past his lips, as he scoffs, "No." he refuses, pushing your hands away, and making you back off and sit by his side in silence again.
Which led to this, now letting out a drawn out sigh, you plop your head against the table, before reaching your hand out towards Tamsy, and gently twirling it around one of his stray locks with your hand.
"C'mon, Tam." you sigh, a pout on your lips as you let out a heavy sigh again, "Please, Tamsy." You plead, your eyes flicked to his face, before you pulled slightly at the stray strand between your fingers.
A hiss escapes his lips, as Tamsy grabs your hand, "Absolutely not." he huffs, pushing your hand back, he gets up to switch to his cleaner's clothes.
While he's undressing, you grumble and hide your face between your arms, sniffling slightly, as you glance at Tamsy's back.
"Gosh, you're irritating." a soft, but harsh comment leaves him, as he puts on his shirt before sitting back down on his chair, and placing his hands on the small table.
"You better make it pretty," he huffs, a sly smile begins to form on your face, "and neat.." Tamsy trails off, his eyebrows furrow slightly, as you place the collection of nail polish you borrowed from Semiu into a neat line.
"There's quite a few of them." Tamsy mumbles with confusion, you nod simply, taking his hand into yours, and placing a few nail polish next to his hands to compare, you hum as you debat which to use.
"Just give me the grey or beige one.." Tamsy sighs, impatience rolling off him, while you chuckle with amusement and pick out the grey and beige nail polish.
"You sure these two?" you tilt your head, brows raising as if to tell him those two don't look good together at all, an adorable look of confusion is casted on his face, while you just sigh, "they'll clash if together, y'know." you point out.
"Oh." he blinks blankly.
You snort at his reaction, selecting beige as it goes on well smoothly with his uniform along with his soft eyes, you're about to uncap the tiny bottle, when Tamsy pushes it away, placing the bottle of black nail polish on your hand and looking at you with doe-like eyes and a coy smile.
This time, you blink in confusion and your mouth gapes slightly before you shift to look up at Tamsy, he simply stares at you, eyes blinking slowly as he observes your reaction, you laugh a bit, nervous at how he's staring at you.
"Aha, alright then.."
Uncapping the bottle, you hold Tamsy's hand and slowly brushing the cool polish on his nail, you hear a hum as his other hand twitches on the table.
You paint one nail, two nails, and soon his hand's nails are fully done with black nail polish adoring them, you stare at them with admiration, before Tamsy pulls his hand back, blinking at them and tilting his head with a small smile adoring his face.
"They're quite pretty," he pauses, "I suppose, I'll keep them." he says, turning his head away to face away from you, while you gasp and beam, you quickly grab his other hand, hands shaking with excitement to paint them.
After a while of carefully applying the black polish on his nails, you blow on his hand, his body twitches slightly, and he pulls his hands away a smile on his face, as he seems satisfied, "I hope you'll be doing them again, when they wear off," he pauses before looking at you, "my dear..?" his eyes, soft, as he gazes at you with acknowledgement.
You smile, standing up and patting his head while muttering a 'sure', you move behind him, bending down and wraping your arms around his shoulders in the comfortable silence.
"I admit, I like them." Tamsy huffs, you smile while he admires the black paint adoring his nails, "So, thank you." he mutters.
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Unfortunately, I won't be posting much since I'm busy.
So that Amo x reader fic where reader’s a sphereite and saved by her was pretty good, are you perhaps interested in writing a part two where the cleaners meet her, especially Rudo cuz like woah another sphereite??? If so I wanna request that please!
A deafening void surrounds you...
Amo Empool x gender neutral reader
Cw: Amo seems to have an attachment to reader now, you know Rudo as a criminal, you and Amo both care for eachother, it's been a few weeks for you here.
Tw: Blacking out/fainting, Enjin getting the hose treatment from big guy, mention of death, mention of Rudo being a murderer, you get hurt(?) and black out, death for you (if you wish), reader's a past sphereite that's fallen.
Summary: Trying to get into a comfortable position, you yawn, stretching your body, as the door clicks open, you hum as a group of people following Amo, enter the room.
Part one, part two, part three.
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As you're trying to get settled into a comfy position, on the old, dusty bean couch, the door clicks open, as Amo skips in, a group of people follow her, not far behind, all in clothes of light brown, and some little differences in their outfit.
Your eyes scan them all, they stand there, unmoving, as they glance at eachother, muttering and talking among themselves, and while you're looking at each and one of them, you freeze, disgust and fear crawling up your spine.
Familiar huge, crimson eyes, stare at you, making you feel a chill run down your spine, as you look at Rudo, the cold-blooded murderer that had killed his own father, the father that had taken him in with warm hands and a kind smile.
Rudo seemed to also be surprised, as his eyes are widened, you flinch, when he reaches out to you, his legs move slowly, as he attempts to approach you, however, before he can get one step closer, he gets called back.
A tall, blond man, with red and black tattoo, calls him, the tattoos look intimidating, but his goofy, warm smile, makes you lower your guard, he looks nice, welcoming even, staring at him, the blond man seems to notice, as he waves and flashes a warm smile at you.
You furrow your brows, hushing Amo over, with concern, she quickly walks over to you, her face a mask of question, as you lean towards her ear, to whisper and to warn her.
"That white hair boy, the one with red eyes, he's a bad guy, he killed his own papa." You mutter urgently, your voice, wavers slightly, as you tell her about Rudo, "He's a bad guy, Amo, don't trust him." You warn, she just smiles at you, her hold on your hand gentle, as she smiles.
"It's ok, Amo's strong." Her eyes gleam with confidence, as she smiles brightly at you, "Amo will make sure, you and Amo won't get hurt!", as she chirps those words, she returns to her stone platform.
Your face droops, worry painted across your face, as you watch the interaction between them happen, goosebumps rising as you watch Rudo ask a question about a person that can travel between the ground and your former home, you scoff at the stupid question.
Amo ignores his question, asking about what type of qualities they look for in a crush, you flumble and flush, while Rudo's group gasp, their expression a mask of shock and irritation, as Amo giggles.
The blond tatted man, from earlier, quickly steps up, asking if this was what she wanted in turn for the information they wanted, in your opinion, that was a stupid move, you sigh, as Amo begins to grip her hair, while muttering incoherent, anxious mutters, her breathing quickens.
You quickly get off your bean couch, attempting to get to Amo quickly, so she wouldn't get too stressed, when the blond, tatted man said, something so disgusting, so vile, the group of people gasp in shock and disbelief behind him.
"That's my bad, yeah?" He scratches his neck, "Let me say this, I'm interested in you, girl." As those words leave his mouth, you gag, unease and disgust creeping inside your body, fast, as you look at the blond man, with disgust.
Calling out to Amo, it ends in vain, as she screams, "Don't LIE." her voice is high-pitched, frustration evident on her face, as she screams at the blond man, "Amo's no longer interested in you!" you flinch at her tone, while the blond man sighs, speaking again.
"Can I say what's on my mind." He scratches his neck, "Mind covering up, it's hard for me to focus." As he says that, his eyes land on Amo's exposed chest for a few seconds, before glancing away, "Gosh, your clothes are so damn revealing." He mutters out loud.
Amo freezes, so do you, you begin sweating, as you know what's coming next, "Men who judge women's fashion." Amo starts to murmur, "You're the worst of them all." Her face contorts into a sneer, as she glares at the blond man.
She stands up, activating her boots, as her expression turns blank with rage, "Take it away, big man.", those are the words, you hear, before a loud, squealing sound shoots out, you watch as the blond man, falls to his knees, water spilling from his mouth, as he drops to the ground.
Rudo spins around, questioning the tall man with a terrified face, after a while, he seems to realise it than, and turns to Amo, shouting that she did something, cause her boots had the very, same symbol as his 3R, he says she's a giver, but Amo ignores him, asks them what they look for in a crush, again.
The group stands there, shocked and dumbfounded, making Amo tilts her head, confusion written on her face, "Why don't any of you talk?" Her brows furrow, "Talking is key to communication, you know." Amo frowns, "If only Amo is talking, than how will Amo get to know you all?" She pouts, the whine hinted in her voice.
"People always love to talk about themselves." Amo smiles, "So, it'd be fun if you guys were to talk about yourselves too!" She shifts, placing her head on her hands, as she smiled, looking at the group.
"Amo doesn't get many visitors," She sighs and pouts, "so Amo wants to enjoy talking with all of you!" She beams, you smile at her pretty grin, looking back towards the group, you see Rudo sweating, his face a mask of fear as he looked at Amo.
Rudo's mouth moves, muttering something, you can't hear, but your attention quickly switches to the blue eyed boy, who walks to the front, he loudly announces that he understands now, that Amo listens to people who play with her choice of topic, and those only.
He frowns, saying she'll definitely hear this, as he call her a cow, you gasp, as Amo shakes, tears welling up in her eyes, as she whimpers about how mean he's being.
You watch, as the navy eyed boy look at Amo in confusion, a soft click from behind makes him pause, he quickly spins around, and sees the talk man aiming at him.
Quickly dropping to the floor, he narrowly avoids the water hose, but instead of hitting the navy eyed boy as intended, it hits you, hard, as the water hits your face, you start to black out, falling back down onto the bean couch, and gradually, but slowly losing consciousness.
You hear a high pitched scream, followed by a cry, that you think is from Amo(?), before it all goes dark.
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Don't worry, there's a continuation part. But if you wish, you can take this as your death.
Cw: Fluff, kisses and light bites, cuddling, nuzzling, Corvus feeling bad for not being there with you earlier. Just pure sugary fluff.
Summary: it's your birthday, and Corvus seems to be sad that he didn't get to wish you earlier.
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Light giggles erupt from you, as you drowsily open your eyes, to Corvus pressing kisses along your jaw and collarbone, groaning, you mutter out a good morning to him, making him smile at you, as he says it back.
"Good morning, beloved." He smiles, pulling you to sit up on the bed, as you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, his eyes soften, as he looks into into your eyes, and kisses you back.
"Happy birthday, my love." Corvus wishes, smiling brightly, before he pulls away, and walks to the closed curtains, pushing them to the side, and making the bright dusty light from outside, shine inside the room.
You wince, eyes burning slightly at the sudden beam of light, rubbing your eyes, you reach your arms up, stretching your body, and groaning contently, as bones crack.
Corvus waits, before picking you up from the bed, you hum drowsily, as he brings you to the bathroom, and seats you on the sink's counter, you blink slowly, not fully awake.
Feeling a wet, but warm sensation on your hands, you realise he gave you a towel, "Freshen up, ok." he gently says, cupping your face, before leaving the bathroom.
Blinking, you huff and hop off the counter, rubbing your face with the warm towel, and sighing as you feel the drowsiness melt away, placing the towel away on the counter.
You grab your toothbrush, quickly using toothpaste and brushing your teeth clean, scoping water in your hand, you gurgle the water, before spitting it out, and leaving the bathroom to find Corvus.
Peeking into your shared room, you see him standing by the windows, gazing outside, quietly sneaking over, you stand on your tippy-toes, and just barely cupped his surprised face, you giggle softly.
Making him melt, as he holds your hand and leans into your touch, "Do you wish to do anything in specific today?" he questions, tilting his head, as you hum in thought.
"Nothing much," tilting your head to the side, you couldn't really think of anything you wanted to do, "I just wanna spend the entire day with you." you speak up.
Looking straight into his eyes, he blinks dumbfoundedly, "I thought, you'd put some consideration into this beforehand." Corvus says out blunt, you press your lips together, before barking out a laugh.
He smiles sheepishly, as you pant for air, and boop your nose against his, "Well, I know I want to spend time with you." you grin, making his pretty almond face flush a shade of crimson, as you grin wide at him.
Cooing at his face, Corvus huffs, lifting you up, and making sure you'd wrap your legs around his hips before walking over to the shared bed, and plopping down.
Letting out an 'oof', you smile at his eyes peeking up from your chest, reaching your hand down, you pet his head, occasionally scratching it and making him hum in contently.
Turning your head, you glance over to the bedside table's alarm clock, you choke upon seeing it's 6am, confusion creeping on you, as to why he'd decide to wake you up so early in the day.
You yelp in surprise, when you feel light bites and kisses being pressed to your neck, craning your head down to look at Corvus, you see him blankly staring at you, before shoving his face into your neck.
"I'm sorry," he meekly apologises, eyes softening as he looks at you, "came back late and saw you were asleep." he mutters, "Sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday earlier." he apologises again.
Eyes warm and apologetic, as he rubs his hand against your cheek, you flutter your eyes close at his gentle touch, humming as you feel his breath fanning against you.
"It's ok, just glad you're here." you hum, smiling as you press a kiss to his hand, Corvus smiles, burying his face into your neck and making you giggle at his breath tickling you.
You eventually stop giggling, letting out a huff, as drowsiness creeps up on you, closing your eyes, you feel Corvus press a soft kiss to your lips, you giggle, smiling, as you wrap your arms around him, and cuddle.
"Let's get you a cake later, ok."
You hum, softly nuzzling your face against Corvus, at his words.
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Hmm, this took a while. And in my opinion, I don't think it's the best.. Also, Corvus was upset because he didn't get to wish you a happy birthday at midnight.
Cw: Established relationship, reader being neglected and teased by Corvus, reader is upset with Corvus, while Corvus is coy, ooc.
Tw: Biting, slight blood,
Summary: You huff, anooyance creeping in, as Corvus ignores you for the fourth time, you just wanted to chat with your beloved, but apparently, that was too much to ask.
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You press your lips together, arms crossed, while tapping your foot impatiently, Corvus didn't seem to care, to acknowledge you were here with a smile, a hum, or anything at all, you had originally came here to talk about Valentine's.
A day that you were excited for, as you had both agreed to talk, but when you came to him, he wasn't glancing at you, not even for a sec, when you called him, you thought he was busy, so you stayed by his side, waiting, and waiting for him.
"Corvus," you huff his name, for the fifth time, you feel frustrated, other boyfriends would fawn over their lover, would spoil them rotten with attention, but yours, yours didn't care about you, apparently.
It seemed work was way more important, than you.
You bite your lower lip, your eyes beginning to sting, as it's not the first time, he's ignored you for work, now you understood that work was important, but fuck, he could at least say a hello, or just give you a simple damn smile.
A sniffle escapes you, as your chest heaves slightly, you glare at Corvus with glassy eyes, "Fucking prick," you spit, "can't you at least say hi." you bite your lips, a pout on your lips, he doesn't flinch nor responds, just nothing, no reaction at all.
You huff, deciding to resort to a stupid way of getting his attention, you grab Corvus's chair, pushing it back, as he freeze, you climb and plop down on his desk, his papers crinkling beneath you, as you glare.
He finally, finally looks at you, his face a mask of calmness and stoic, you huff, "So, now you see me." you hiss, Corvus doesn't do anything, doesn't say anything to you.
He just stands up, walking to you calmly, before grabbing you by the stomach and waist, you yelp, hitting his shoulder, and demanding for him to put you down, you growl at him, anooyance visible on your face.
He sits down in his chair, ploping you down on his lap, you freeze, shock written across your whole face, as you blink at him, "Wha- what." you stutter, face turning flush, as you look up at Corvus.
He looks at you, humming, before he kisses you, you jump, caught off guard, and as you taste coffee, he pulls away, moves his chair forward, and sliding back to his desk, going straight back to work, ignoring you.
You blink in confusion, annoyance creeping in again, as you pinch Corvus's cheeks with both your hands, "You prick," you huff, "you love your work that much?" You start, smiling as the next words leave your mouth.
"Maybe you should date it, instead of me." you joke, smiling with anger, as you look at him, unimpressed, he actually pauses, maybe considering the option, but not really, he shakes his head, grabbing you, and rubbing his face against your neck.
You're confused, but happy with the sudden affection he's giving, until you feel a sharp pain flow from your shoulder, you groan, pain shooting through your neck and shoulder, as Corvus bites and licks the mark, he freshly left on you.
"Corvus," you whimper, "stop, it hurts." you grunt, he stills, his gaze meeting yours, for a sec, before he leans back, his lips slightly stained with your sweet blood, as he hums.
"I thought you wanted attention." He smiles, that damn coy smile, he always flashes, when he's aware of what he's done, your eye twitches, he's teasing you, you just know it.
You huff, turning your head away in anooyance, and leaning against the desk, Corvus only chuckles at your reaction, petting your head, while pecking a kiss to your cheek, your cheeks slightly, flush crimson.
Making him hum, before he pulls you to his chest, "I have to work, my dear." he smiles, grabbing his pen and reading through his documents yet again, you groan in defeat, slumping against his chest.
Your face was a mix of anooyance, exhaustion and frustration, you grimly wondered why, he couldn't pay attention to you alone, huffing, you draw circles on him, as he sighs heavily, at your touch.
"What about Valentine's though." you mumble, pout on your lips, as you sigh, the corner of Corvus's lip twitches, as if he wants to say something, you blink up at him,
Eyes pleading, lips jut out in a pout, as you play coy with him, "pleasee." you mutter, he finally gives in, a sigh escaping, as he gently caresses his hand against your cheek, "Alright, my love." Corvus sighs, finally agreeing.
Your eyes widen, as you beam with excitement, hugging him with a smile so bright, and so warm. While he stares at you, focusing on every detail of you, every wrinkle, mole, and the marks, that he left on you.
You straddle him, looking up at him with a bright smile, as he leans back against his chair, visibly relaxing, as he listens to you, with a small nod.
"I was thinking," you hum, "maybe we could make some crafts for our special day?" you tilt your head, looking at him, as you gently nuzzle against his chest, he chuckles, a hand roughly, but affectionately petting you, as he smiles and nods.
You grin at him, happily and loudly muttering ideas after ideas, on what to make for crafts, Corvus just sat there, listening intently with hums and nods, as the both of you, well, just you, talked for a few hours, before Semiu had to interrupt.
Demanding Corvus to finish his work, while you pouted and sighed at her words, Corvus only smiled coyly at you, before caging you in between his arms, and placing his head on you, when you eventually fell asleep on his desk.
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Insomnia's work, I was suppose to post this yesterday, and I forgot.
Cw: August being hyper, both being touchy, pet name 'doll' and 'dollie' for reader.
Summary: It was always endearing, when August decided to make clothes for you, as a show of affection, you liked seeing what unique clothes he'd make for you, whether they were cute, comfy, or even to make you feel more comfortable about your body, you absolutely loved them.
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Knocking softly on the door, you hum, when there's no response from the energetic blond, peaking in, you see him giggling, making loud and weird noises, as he works on his latest set of clothes.
You huff, a soft laugh escaping you, as you walk inside his workshop, stopping at the mess, you sigh, before choosing to avoid walking on them, as you knew they were there to be inspiration for him.
So, though it was irritating to see the mess everytime, you avoided making trouble for him, and as you avoid the fabrics and liners, you finally reach August, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.
He lets out a squawk, and grunts, rubbing his face against your soft arms, sighing, as he continues meticulously working on a set of clothes, sprawled across his desk.
You chuckle, resting your head against his head, and watching, as August eventually stops bouncing, staying put in his seat, as you rub your face against his soft hair, you run your fingers through his hair.
He grunts, when your fingers get tangled in his hair, you chuckle, muttering an apology, as you untangle his hair from your hand, and going back to hanging your arm over his shoulder, he hums.
Still focused on his work, you watch him, "What are you making?", tilting your head, curiosity seeps, as you watch him sew the sleeves onto the soft, cream sweater(?), you assume, he hums, swiftly sewing them, as you wait for his response.
He hums, assessing the stitches, before deeming it right, and turning to you, "I'm making a valentine's outfit." He says, bluntly, you pause, brows furrowing, as you advert your gaze, glaring at the wall, as you try to figure out, who's he making it for.
A loud laugh, makes you jump, as you quickly look back at August, laughing hysterically, your eye twitches, anooyance visible, as you huff, adverting your gaze away again, "It's for you." you still, eyes widening, as you blink, dumbfound.
Your face gets grabbed firmly, but gently, and you hiss, making him laugh more, as he places both his hands on your face, "It's for you, dollie." August says again, your face flushes at the pet name, and that stupid, dopey grin, he has.
You advert your gaze, making August chuckle, as he pulls you to his lap, "C'mon, watch me make this for you." He smiles, resting his head on your shoulder, while returning to the clothes on the table.
You watch, as he stitches the cherry buttons, before he suddenly grabs your hand, placing fabrics next to it, and muttering something about compatibility, and aesthetic.
You let him place several more fabrics next to your arm, before he decides on a dark, cherry colour, and a multi colour fabric, with reds, slight oranges and coal.
You're about to ask him about what those were for, when he suddenly stands up, pushing you on to his chair, as he excitedly grabs the clothing, and poofs to another section of his workshop.
You watch, as August howls, jumping up and down, as he works on your clothes, you're about to lay down, when he suddenly appears behind you, "Get up, get up!" he cackles.
You give an arched brow, confused at what he wants, but you get up anyways, he shoves the clothes on to your chest, grabbing you, and pushing you towards a dressing area(?), making you stumble.
You huff, a chuckle leaving you, as you comply with him, he seems to be very excited about this one, and after putting the clothes on, you blink, dumbfound, as you find them surprisingly comfortable and warm.
The colours suit you well, the cream white, and the cherry red, made the outfit pop, it looks cozy, endearing and even looked like the perfect clothes for a cozy autumn picnic, and especially for Valentine's.
You smile, admiring yourself in the mirror, before you hear a loud screech from behind, August had apparently open the door to look at you, he jumps, landing on you, as he laughs and giggles hysterically.
"Perfect, perfect!"
He presses his head against yours, "You look perfect, dollie!" He grins, hugging you and jumping around.
You guess you're wearing the outfit at Valentines, you chuckle, you had originally planned on another outfit, but it was sweet of August to make one for you, himself, so you decided to wear his love.
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Hmm, this one might be bad since it was written in the span of 2-3 hours..
Summary: For Tamsy Caines as your boyfriend, and soon, your spouse.
Cw: Tamsy being possessive, Tamsy telling you his secret, minor spoiler for those who haven't read the manga.
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{°×Tamsy as your boyfriend×°}
• Tamsy was a bit awkward, when you both had started dating, but eventually he softened up to you.
• Kissing was something you had initiated, you kissed him goodbye, when he went on a mission once. And after you kissed him, he was surprised at first, but immediately smiled at you, and kissed you back.
• Now, he kisses you whenever he sees you. You see him at breakfast? A kiss. You see him at the common room? A kiss. You see him when he's about to go on a mission? A kiss!
• Basically, you could never not have enough love from Tamsy, he's diligent with his affection, always showering you with love and even souvenirs from when he comes back from a mission.
• He loves calling you by your name, or "My littlest, sweetest, dove. ♡." He's very doting at times, cooing that pet name at special times, or when he feels the need to praise and dote on you.
• You do feel he's hiding something from you, but you don't mind, every one has their own secrets, and you trust Tamsy wouldn't keep terrible things from you, you trust him.
• You decided to let him tell you, when he's ready, and he does, eventually, it's after you both become tied to eachother with meaningful vows, a ring and a kiss.
• When Valentine's came around, you went out to town, buying some pastries and a pair of rollerskates for him, when you were entering a chocolate store, you ran into Tamsy, he seemed surprised at how many bags you were carrying.
• Silently questioning if those were all for him, you were a flushed mess when you saw him there, trying and poorly explaining to him, making excuses for why you were there.
• He only chuckled, kissed you, and took the bags from your hands, handing you a white, heart shaped box, full of chocolate, the ribbons on the box were pretty... You liked it.
• Tamsy would remember the most random and littlest, but weirdest things about you, he didn't mind, he would indulge you, even if you may have some bad habits.
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{°+Tamsy as your spouse+°}
• When he proposed, it was during New years, where you both were in his room, watching the fireworks, from his bed, he made you look at him, he grasped your hands, putting a ring on your palm, and waiting patiently for you, for your reaction and, and most importantly, your response.
• You teared up, when it happened, it was all too sudden, but you had hugged Tamsy tightly, muttering "Yes's" over and over again, as he rubbed your back gently, smiling as he comforted you and kissed you.
• You both went to bed giggly that night, hugging, muttering words of affection towards the other, the both of you even began talking about the marriage, about those who were going to be invited and about the theme.
• You got so excited, Tamsy had to kiss you, to hush you up, you only giggled after the kiss, wraping your arms around Tamsy, kissing him and then snuggling yourself against his neck, as you mutter about how much you love him.
• You both agreed to a small, and modest theme for the wedding, a pretty white, gray and navy blue theme, the cake was stacks of angel cake together, the frosting was blueberry, with blue and gray flowers making the cake look good.
• You both were sweet to eachother all the way through, to the end of the wedding, Tamsy wore a simple navy, gold outfit, his hair tied in a beautiful look, by you.
• As the both of you exchanged vows, the guests teared up slightly, not even questioning how the rings looked, so beautiful, for the ground, you didn't question it either, you just thought he found a really nice pair, for the both of you.
• As the rings were worn, and the vow was sealed with a kiss, you both sliced the cake, both playfully smearing a bit of the cake, on the other's, Tamsy chuckled as you smeared frosting on his face, while he smeared it on your nose.
• You both ate the cake together, sharing a plate, you fed him, and he bumped his nose against yours, in a show of thanks, the both of you, played with eachother throughout the wedding, even as the day came to an end, and he bought you home.
• When he finally told you the secret, you were frozen shocked, he told you about the book, and what he had done to a boy's father, you were quiet for a while, but only hugged him, you didn't understand, you didn't know why, but you still loved him, even if, he did all that.
• You still loved him, because he was yours, and you were his.
• You were willing to forgive.
• Even if he did something bad, you still loved him, and even after he told you his secret, he didn't wipe your memory, because, he trusts you, he knows you wouldn't betray him, he knows that even if you did betray him, he would just need to make you his, again, and again.
• And you would gladly be his.
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You're his, til the world collapses, and til the stars become nothing, but mere dust.
Cw: Reader may be slightly possessive, Tamsy likes teasing, first date with nerves and awkwardness, you and Tamsy are quite doting and dramatic towards eachother, established relationship.
Summary: A date, a date with your beloved boyfriend, Tamsy Caines, oh gosh, you never expected or even thought Tamsy would suggest a date around town.
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You're nervous, you never thought Tamsy would suggest a date around town, it never seemed like he would bother with something like that, when you both had started dating.
Kicking a pebble towards one of the sacks of garbage, the dirty stone floor scraps against your shoe, as you drag your legs slightly, your eyes dart around, alternating between Tamsy and the road.
Your palm starts to sweat, and Tamsy seems to notice how your eyes would glance over at him briefly before returning back to the road, he gently rubs his thumb against your hand, as if to help smooth your nerves.
It works, your shoulder loosens up, and you stop dragging your foot, you glance over at Tamsy again, and you see him looking at you with that soft, genuine smile, your heart flutters, as you smile back at him.
Tamsy suddenly leans over to you, bumping his nose against yours, you flinch, but slowly lean back, bumping your nose against his again, he chuckles, pulling away, and dragging you towards one of the shop, a pastry shop, you note.
The bell chimes, as you both enter, the sweet and overwhelming scent of the pastries instantly hits you, your mouth waters, as Tamsy hums beside you, a small smile on his face as he walks towards the display of sugary sweets.
His eyes scan the displays of sweets, each one looking more and more delicious than the last, but you're only focusing on Tamsy, his hair grazes your hand, tickling you slightly, you hum.
Using your other hand, you comb through his hair, making Tamsy smile, you've been doing that ever since the first time, he hums, his hand still wrapped around yours, tighteneds briefly, before returning back to that original, soft grip of his.
And, as your eyes finally leave him, you feel a light tug, and looking at Tamsy, he pulls you toward him, making you stumble a bit, but you watch as he points at the various selections of the sugary pastries, "Which one do you want to try first, little dove?" He smiles coyly.
You raise your brows, but refrained from saying anything, you turn your head away, your ears red, as you examine the displays of pastries, humming a bit, it wasn't often that Tamsy smiled coyly with you, but when he does, it always gets you.
His smile is adorable, sly even, he always or sometimes does this to get what he wants, and you often do let him get what he wants, without any reasons, simply because of that damn smile.
You sigh, and Tamsy hums beside you, "Do you not like the options?" He tilts his head, looking at you with confusion as he grips your hand, "We can always go to another shop, if you want?" He asks.
You shake your head, "It's alright, 'm just thinking." You hum, Tamsy nods and continues pointing at different pastries, thinking you would like some of them, he points to an angel cake, and your interests pipes.
The cake looks quite nice, the plain and light colour making it appear simple and creamy, there was also some fruits on the cake, you hum and tilt your head, considering it.
Tamsy just smiles, and waves an employee over, "Can we get two angel cakes?" He smiles, the employee blushes, and nods frantically, saying they would, gladly, and to please wait.
The employee hurriedly takes two plates, swiftly placing the cake on them, as they shift around, your unimpressed stare seems to make them uncomfortable, they hand you and your boyfriend the sweets, before bowing and bolting away with a reddened face.
You huff, making Tamsy chuckle, as he ruffles your hair crudely, his grip on your hand, tighteneds, as he takes the plate from your hands, leading you towards a secluded corner table, with a view of the outside view and the passerbys.
You hum, when Tamsy places the plates down, and settles into his seat, plopping down beside him, you slump into the soft, comfy cushion, sighing, before roughly bumping your head against his, to rest, but to also play with him.
Tamsy groans, but only lets go of your hand to pet the side of your head gently, "Little Dove, that hurts, y'know." He pouts, making you let out a light breathless chuckle, you burry and snuggle your face into his neck, breathing his scent in slightly.
Tamsy chuckles, his soft hand, still caressing your head, as you inhale softly, he smells like soup, tea, and a hint of moss, you're unsure where it came it from, you just know it smells nice, and that you like it.
You wondered if Tamsy would bring you out on another date, maybe on some other day, you hoped, this was quite nice, after all, huffing, you press a kiss to Tamsy's neck, and you hear a soft, shaky exhale escape from his mouth, as you pull away from him.
Grabbing a fork, you stab the cake with precision, lifting up some of the cake, you eat it, and the soft, creamy flavour is immediate, you let out a satisfied and content hum, smiling as you quickly take another forkful of it, turning to Tamsy.
"Say 'ah', my angel." You smile, Tamsy blinks at you, for a second, before opening his mouth, and eating the cake from the fork, he hums, savouring the last bit of it, as he smiles warmly at you.
"Thanks for the cake, lil' dove." Tamsy smiles, mischief obvious in his eyes, "How loving and caring you are, for feeding me." He teases, licking his lips, making your face flush, as he chuckles at your rosy cheeks, he pets your head in a playful manner.
You scoff, rolling your eyes dramatically, as you begin eating your angel cake, "Just wanted you to try," you mutter, "I guess, I was too enthusiastic." You huff, a kiss is briefly pressed to your lips, before quickly disappearing, turning your head slowly, you look at Tamsy with wide eyes, as his cheeks turn pink.
"No." He looks away, and you smile, to his anooyance (delight), "Don't say anything." Tamsy coughs, picking at his cake with trembling hands, as you giggle, hugging him, as he squirms, "Dearest, we can do this back at headquarters. Not here!" He whispers loudly to you, using a scolding tone, as you grin.
"Of course, my angel." You shoot him a mischievous grin, as he huffs, continuing with his half eaten cake, as you take the last bite of yours, humming with satisfaction, as you continue clinging to Tamsy.
Spotting the employee from earlier, staring right at you and Tamsy, with a stunned face, looking at their expression, you cock a coy, but satisfied grin towards them, the employee's eyes widen in surprise, before their face is masked with an irritated expression.
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Hope you guys didn't starve while I was on rest, my fic got delayed a bit, due to my head and eye injury. But, I am alright now.
Cw: You and Gris are in an established relationship, Gris loves you (and you do too), the both of you are very affectionate, playful baking session, this is very long.
Summary: You apologise profusely as Gris chuckles lightly, you had accidentally poured too much flour into the gingerbread mixture, the bowl was filled up to the brink, the ingredients had to be remeasured, or the whole mixture would had to be thrown out entirely, since it was ruined.
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You were pouring the flour into the bowl of mixture, when you stupidly let your grip loosened, the entirety of the flour bag falls into the bowl infront of you, creating a cloud of white puff in the air, your hair gets a layer of flour as well, making it look as if, you've been powdered.
You bite your lips, scolding yourself internally, as Gris walks over to your side, chuckling at the mess and the flour on your head, he gently brushes your head, attempting to dust away the flour from your hair.
Your cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment, as he tells you to be more careful when handling the flour next time, you purse your lips, muttering apologys, "I promise to be more careful next time, l'm sorry babe." You mumble out meekly, Gris just chuckles, patting your head and pecking your lips before reassuring you gently.
"It's alright, we'll just have to clean this up and uh-" Gris glances at the bowl of flour, sweat beading on his face a bit, as he clears his throat, "We'll just have to make a few more batches of gingerbread!" He smiles gently at you, "I'm sure Rudo would gladly have more of them anyways." He points out, chuckling as you smile at him, he's not wrong.
The cherry eyed boy loved sweets, he would devour them up in just a few seconds, so you suppose it wouldn't hurt to make a few more batches of the sweets, this might not be as big of a mistake as you thought after all.
As you clean up the mess, Gris swiftly measures the additional needed amount of salt, spices and ginger along with some other ingredients, and after wiping the counter down, you grab another bowl for Gris to place the additional ingredients in, as he slowly mixes together the butter and sugar, you grab the old bowl, and try to take out the dry parts of the flour.
You were obviously going to use them, just not in the same batch, as you use a large spoon to scope up the unneeded amount of flour, you place it in another bowl, as you wait for Gris's signal to put it in, once he gives a nod, you take the bowl, and pour it into the new mixture, watching as Gris whisks it.
"Hey," hearing him call out, you look at him, "I'll add and mix up the dry ingredients for both of the bowls." Gris directs, "You just focus on the wet ingredients for now, if that's alright with you?" He asks, tilting his head, to check if you were also alright with it, you nod your head, and he smiles, before going back to adding the brown sugar and cloves to the dry mixtures.
As Gris's doing that, you're prepping the butter, you watch as the mixer stirs, mixing and turning the butter til it was creamy and smooth, as it stirs on medium speed, you begin adding brown sugar along with the molasses, the mixture starts to stick together, creating a dough like texture, you need a smooth texture, so you're just gonna mix it longer.
After mixing, you grab a spatula, scraping down the sides of the bowl, before adding two eggs and some vanilla, turning the mixer on, you watch as it twists the mixture around at a fast pace, after you're sure they're done mixing, you turn the machine off, the butter seemed a bit separate, but that's alright.
You're about to ask Gris about the dry ingredients, when gentle, but rough and warm arms, warp around your waist, you feel a weight on your shoulder, and looking back, you see Gris resting his head on you, a small smile on his face as he hands you the dry mixtures, you thank him, pouring both the mixtures together.
It mixes at low speed, everything is beginning to become slightly thick and sticky, you continue watching it, as Gris walks away, as it starts to form, you're about to go grab the plastic wrap when Gris comes back and hands you it, placing it right on your hand, as you blink at him, while he smiles at you.
You giggle and peck a small kiss on his lips, making his cheek flush a pretty shade of crimson red, as he hugs you closer, smiling, you begin taking the sticky dough out and dividing it, while Gris was helping with wrapping the divided up dough tightly into the plastic wraps, and making them into a disc like shape.
As you finish wraping up your part of the dough, tightly, Gris hands his wrapped one to you, "I'll clean the mess here," he explains, "you go out these in the fridge and then rest, ok baby?" He tilts his head, waiting for your response, you smile and agree, making Gris smile as he walks away to grab a wet cloth for cleaning.
After placing the doughs in the fridge, you turn and walk back to messy counter, "Let me help a bit." You offer, Gris chuckles and hands you the cloth, thanking you as he goes to grab another cloth, while you're wiping down the counter, Gris returns, and starts cleaning alongside you.
After cleaning, Gris takes the cloth from your hands, and walks over to the sink, washing the cloths, you giggle a bit, before going behind him and warping your hands around his waist as he did with you, you hear a light grunt escape, as you cling to him tightly.
You really want to rest your head against his shoulder, but your head couldn't fully reach and rest against it, without you needing to tilt your head up in an uncomfortable position, so, you decide to just go with resting your head against his back, as you huff, making Gris chuckle lightly.
After he was done washing the cloths, he tapped your hand gently, you hum before letting go of him, the both of you were standing there for a while before moving to sit at the seats near the counter, settling down, you lean your head against Gris's shoulder, as his hand reaches to comb through your hair gently, you both stayed like that for a while.
Enjoying the silence and the comfort of the shared company of eachother, and, you don't know when, but you subtly felt yourself slip, your eyes closing and fluttering to a shut, as you fell asleep on Gris's shoulder, it was nice, and it was also warm and cozy, when you felt firm, and gentle hands wrap around your sides, before slipping away slowly.
You mumble, a deep hum makes you jar your eyes open slightly, the bright lights blur your vision, you wince while covering your eyes with your hands instinctively, hearing a chuckle, you groan and slowly sat up groggily, your head felt heavy.
You rub your eyes, and upon your vision clearing, you see Gris beside you, his hands holding a wrapped bundle of dough, he press one against your cheek without any warning, you flinch, letting out a surprised yelp, as Gris laughs at your reaction.
You're wide awake now, your eye twitching in irritation, as you huff and hit Gris's shoulder, making him briefly stop to take a breath, he gently grabs your hand, letting his lips graze against your knuckles, your face flush a bright shade of red, making him laugh again despite your annoyance.
You huff, as Gris kisses your lips, "We can start rolling the dough now, honey." He smiles, Gris has clearly been waiting for this, he seemed excited, to say the least, you smile back at him, nodding your head, as he went to grab the things to shape up the dough.
You grab the flour bag, pouring a generous amount in your hands, before spreading them on the counter, the counter was cleaned earlier due to your mistake, so it was alright for you to spread the flour, after you're done spreading the flour, Gris returns, handing you a rolling pin, as he unwraps the chilled dough.
Giving you the one he unwrapped, you thank him before dusting the roller and the dough with a slight sprinkle of flour, so it wouldn't be too sticky when rolling, placing the rolling pin down, you took the one near Gris, and starting sprinkling flour on it, before you started to roll the dough, rolling firmly, so it would become a flat form.
After Gris got the sticky dough of his hands, you could finally shape the dough into the gingerbread man, you hand Gris a mould, for him to shape the dough, as he smiles and thank you, you began pressing the mould into the dough.
Taking the mould away, you see a print, and smile in satisfaction, after doing this a few times, you finally have two batches of gingerbread man shaped dough, ready to be taken into the oven and baked into delicious treats for the cleaners and the Christmas season.
You wonder if they were going to be doing secret Santas, or just have a random cleaner pretending to be Santa for the kids of the team, you chuckle at the thought, as Gris places the last batch of dough on the tray, and into the heated oven.
You hum happily, jumping at Gris, and wrapping your hands around his neck, while your legs were around his waist, he chuckles loudly, grabbing hold of your leg firmly, and spinning both of you around in circles.
You shriek, at the sudden change, before laughing as you hit his shoulder lightly, Gris eventually slows down, giggles leaving him as he pants for air, while holding you, you were breathless, tears were streaming down your face due to how hard you were laughing, you wipe them away, and gave a kiss to his neck, and then his ear.
Gris's ears and face flush a pretty shade of crimson, before fading to a light shade of pink, he was certainly enjoying this, that was for sure, you chuckle, as you're finally resting your head on top of his shoulder, he lets you down slowly onto the seat by the counter.
You tilt your head, a confused hum leaving you, "I gotta set a timer, else the gingerbreads are gonna burn." Gris says gently, as if reminding you how important this was, for the cleaners and especially the kids.
You smile, nodding your head in understandment, as Gris places his hand on your cheek, caressing it before he walks away to go set the timer, you hum, grabbing more ingredients to make the icing.
As you grab another clean bowl, you begin adding confectioner's suger, water and vanilla extract together, mixing it with a rubber spatula, the consistency starts to become a bit watery, as you add two drops of corn syrup, and a tiny bit of salt, to the mix.
After mixing for a while, you manage to scoop up a little of the icing with the spatula, you watch as the icing drops back into the mixture, creating a puddle, before eventually dissolving back into the mixture, as if it wasn't scooped up.
After the icing's done, you grab a piping bag, when Gris comes back, you turn to him, "Gris, can you help me hold up this piping bag?" You ask, lips jutted out in a pleading way, as he chuckles, walking to your side, and grabbing the bag up for you to fill.
You smile and thank him, using the spatula to scope the icing down into the piping bag, the smooth texture flows down, ploping and pooling around the bottom as you scoop more into it.
After you scooped all the icing into the bag, you nod to Gris, and he smiles before tying it up, handing it to you and grabbing the bowl from your hands, "I'll wash this." He says, you thank him and he pecks your lips again before chucking and turning away.
Your ears flush slightly, but you ignore it, as you cut the tip of the piping bag in your hand, and taking a decorating tip and placing it on to the piping bag, making sure it was secure as you mess around with it.
After confirming it was done, a loud ringing startles you, as you turn around to Gris wearing mittens, he walks over to the oven, and takes out the gingerbread cookies, placing it on the counter for it to cool fully.
After waiting for a few minutes, you check the gingerbread, and it was finally cool enough for you to decorate on, grabbing the piping bag, you begin decorating the gingerbread, making small dots on all the faces, and a small smile on the cookies.
Gris smiles, as he watches you from behind, his arms warmly wrapped around your waist again, as you decorate the gingerbread with bows and lines across their bodies.
The gingerbreads cookies were finally done, looking at Gris as his gaze meets yours, you both smile widely, the cookies looked delicious, and the both of you couldn't wait to show the cleaners, what the two of you had baked for the others.
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My last post for this year, also hope you guys didn't mind that this was quite long.
Hope you all had a fun year. I'm going on a break for now until 10th of January.
Goodbye! Hope you enjoyed this year's fics.
Also, I got quite tired after writing this, so if it's quite bad, then I'll do better next time.
Tw: Mention of poison, Jabber getting high, JABBER.
Cw: Reader is a bit pushy, reader is possibly irritated or jealous of Jabber, one cuss word, cigarettes, smoking with Cthoni, you share a cig with Cthoni, Jabber being a weirdo who giggles like an evil elf.
Summary: You groan, cracking your back as you walked, the mission with the dreadhead could of been smoother, had the masochistic bastard stop insisting on fighting all the enemies at once, by himself.
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Your ribs throb, as if reminding you of the fact, that the dreadhead, had kicked you, by pure accident he had said, you can only groan out in pain, your heart's pounding against your chest, the adrenaline still flowing as you panted, sucking air in greedily, as you tried to make the throbbing pain go away.
This sucked, you despised the pain loving bastard, it wasn't always that you would go on missions with him, but when you do, he always, always managed to fuck things up, making you both get caught, getting you both in unnecessary fights that would injure you severely.
You absolutely despised him, you don't even understand how Cthoni and the boss even managed to deal with this mess of a freak, he gets on your nerves, always being unserious or high on his poisons when he's not or on his missions.
You can only grumble in anooyance, reaching the destination for Cthoni to pick both of you up, you perk up when you see Cthoni already there, waiting for both of you, you hurry over to her side, wanting to ask if she could help with stretching, or maybe even for her to massage you, since she's quite good at it.
Cthoni stares at you before turning her gaze to Jabber, sighing, at the state both you and Jabber were in, shaking her head, she turned her gaze back to you, "I'm assuming Jabber gave you both unnecessary trouble again." She deadpans.
You nod your head, "He insisted on fighting all the enemies at once," you explained, "by himself, too." You sneer, glaring at Jabber, who only bursted into a fit of giggles while pressing the black and blue bump on his face's cheek.
You wince at the sight of his bruise, it's starting to swell, due to Jabber's persistent probing, the masochistic freak seems to be enjoying this way too much, "Stop that." You jump, hearing the sudden sigh from Cthoni.
Cthoni seems to be very annoyed at Jabber, "The boss won't be happy when he hears you did some stupid shit while on a mission again." Cthoni sighs, taking out her notes, she scribbles something on it, you try to see what she's writing when she shoves your face away.
"Aww, lemme see." You pout, Cthoni only pushs your face away when you attempt to look at her notes again, "C'mon." You whine, trying to look over her, instead of pushing you away again, she grabbed your collar, growling at you.
"No, means no." Cthoni scoffs, flicking your head before turning away, writing in her notes again, you reached your hand to touch your head, it kinda hurts, like a small bruise kind of hurt, you watched as she used her Jinki, making the manhole turn into a teleportation device.
Signaling for you and Jabber to get in, Jabber giggles, quickly jumping in without any hesitation, as you followed behind, the world around you warps, you slip and land on solid ground, you shake your head, the dizzying sensations gradually going away, as you stood still.
You're suddenly bumped into from behind, hearing a click of the tongue, you're pushed forward, and glancing back, you see Cthoni, standing there with her manhole, looking unimpressed, you chuckle awkwardly, shifting away.
Cthoni hums, walking pass you to talk to Jabber, you watch as she gives information and intrusions to Jabber for later missions, you pout, watching the exchange happening between them, with anooyance.
You hated that the dreadhead always talked to Chtoni's with no restraint, it was always irritating seeing Cthoni talking or even getting close to that disgusting masochist, he may be strong, but you were also one of the strongest of the raiders, so why can't she pay as much attention as she does with with you, like Jabber, it would only be fair since the boss also said you were useful and strong.
You're snapped back to reality by Jabber's manic giggling, you watch as he practically skips past you with joy, humming what seems to be like a Christmas theme tune, you scoff, shifting your attention back to Cthoni, as she sighs, looking at the empty space where Jabber was skipping pass.
Her expression is the same as always, unreadable and eerily calm, you watch as she walk and plops down onto the floor next to you, you awkwardly stare, as she takes a cigarette pack out of her pocket, taking one and placing it in her mouth, you're unsure of what to do, so you just sit down, and watch as she fumbles around with the rusty lighter in her hand.
She lights it, and you watch as she inhales and exhale, leaving a small puff of smoke in her path, both of you don't say anything, just stillness as silence takes over, you're staring at nothing when Cthoni shifts closer to you, silently moving her lit cig towards you, you purse your lips, unsure if she wanted you to take the whole cig or to just have a puff of it.
As you're debating between both, she pushes the cig against your lips, catching you off guard, "We need this smoke, we both know that." She silently comments, you open your mouth, taking the cig in, and inhaling it, Cthoni takes the cig away and places in between your fingers, as you exhale, the puff of smoke surrounding your face, you breathe in the cold, bitter air.
You can taste it, the bitter taste of ash and smoke on your tongue is strong, and after taking a few more puffs, you hand it back to Cthoni, who takes it, and silently breathes it in, letting out a puff, you watch as she savours the bitter, ashy taste.
And after she took a few more slow puffs from it, she hands it to you, "Don't overdo it, it'll hinder you on your future missions," she says, you take a puff, and she places down the entire box of cigarettes, you're surprised, you never thought Cthoni would willingly give them to you, "And, we wouldn't want that, would we." She comments, her lips were quiring up as she smiles at you.
Your face flushes and you nod your head quickly in agreement, Cthoni chuckles, getting up, you watch as her figure gradually fades away through the darkness of the base, you turn your gaze back to the box of cigs, gently taking it in your hand, you observe it, flipping it around and back, it's quite new, the colour hasn't faded and it smells fresh, seems like Cthoni newly bought this.
Grinning, you hid the box away in your pocket, you're definitely going to savour these, it's not often that Cthoni willingly hands out her cigs, so, this might be a really good sign for you.
Cw: Jabber's way of confessing is a bit crude, the Raiders are in cahoots, you're a tad bit too mad here, Jabber's a bit soft here due to someone, you and Jabber aren't close, Jabber likes you.
Summary: It's your birthday, you wonder if Jabber or the other Raiders remembered.
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A sigh escapes you, you've been awake for a few hours, waiting and hoping that the others or at least someone, would remember to wish you a happy birthday, the raiders seemed to busy today, they've been doing some stuffs, and when you ask them what they're doing, they either ignore, or brush you off.
The only other person that seemed willing or even ecstatic to interact with you today, was one of the top dogs of the raiders, the pain loving dreadhead, Jabber Wonger.
You sigh for what seems to be the millionth times today, Jabber just giggles and poke your stomach at the sigh, you flinch, grumbling for Jabber to stop, he just smiles while looking at you, "You know," He trails off, looking at him, you see him grinning wolfishly, his giggles begin spilling out of him once more, your brows furrow and your eyes narrow in anooyance.
"I don't know." You sneer, "Tell me, what do I not know except for the fact that NOBODY remembered my birthday." You scoff, pout visible on your face as you mumble out curses under your breath, you were clearly upset that nobody remembered, but Jabber didn't seem to get that as he kept poking your stomach, making your eye twitch.
You grab his hand, hissing out a warning for him to stop, Jabber's grin only widened at your warning, seemingly enjoying your reaction and your tight grip on his hand, you scoff, letting go of his hand, it's best to not endorse Jabber and his weird fetish too much, it'd only scare and possibly traumatize you.
After releasing Jabber's hand, he hums, his eyes scanning the area, checking if anyone was possibly eavesdropping, deciding to ignore him, you're suddenly yanked closer to him, and as his grip is tight on your shoulder, he starts to get close to your ear, "The gang's busy cause of you," he mutters, "You know what I mean by that, don't you." Jabber teases.
Your face slightly heats up, when Jabber's lips brush against your ear for a second, however, the blush quickly disappears from your face, when you realise what he just told you, twisting your head to face him, you wince a bit, but you ignore it, your eyes were beaming with hope as you looked at him, "Did they remember?" You asked, your heart was racing as you stared at him.
Jabber nods his head, instantly making you grin stupidly, you hugged and then shook him around roughly with excitement, Jabber lets out a chuckle at your reaction, patting your back, "I'm probably gonna get my ass beat, black and blue cause of this." He shudders, his smile contorts into a wide grin as you look at him, deadpanning, you stopped shaking him and released him, touching him felt a bit more unnecessary now.
Suddenly remembering something, you looked at Jabber, "Wait," you squint your eyes, making Jabber tilt his head, as he waits for you to go on, "Does this mean, the others are just preparing for my birthday?" You question, Jabber whistles, avoiding your question by shrugging, making you grumble out a curse, as Jabber chuckles nervously.
"If I tell you everything," Jabber sweats, "Cthoni won't let me fight, or go on fun missions for a week." He points out, his face cringing, "Really don't want that." He smiles sheepishly, as you sigh, Jabber definitely wouldn't survive without 'fun' missions, he can't handle being bored for even a second, and needs to have his hands occupied all the time, the pain makes him motivated and always gets him feeling alive.
Sighing, you can only wait to see for yourself if the others were really preparing for your birthday, and honestly, you've never expected the boss to care about birthdays, since he looked so detached with life, so, either Cthoni or Bundus suggested it to the boss, as a way to boost moral for the other Raiders, not that it seemed like the raiders would ever do that for just a teammate.
Honestly, you're not sure, so you push the thought aside for now, as you think about what the others were going to do for your birthday, turning to Jabber, "Hey," you called out, Jabber shifts his gaze to you at your call, "They gonna give me gifts only or they gonna throw a party for me?" You ask, tilting your head as the question circled around in your head.
Jabber just shrugs, making you groan in anooyance, you sometimes wonder why you bother asking him, deciding to get out of the room, you walk towards the door, you decided to go to the common hall where the others were probably at right now, as your hand touches the handle, Jabber suddenly slams his hand against the opening door, making you jump and elbowing his face, he groans in pain, but still keeps his hand there as he looks at you through squinted eyes, "Can't let ya leave, boss's order." He grunts out.
You finally get to turn around when Jabber takes his hand away, you stand there, watching as he pokes the area where you elbowed him, his grin of pleasure is making your stomach churn, you're either going to die of boredom here, or cause of this insane freak, you groan and let out a choked sob, crying internally, as you accept the fact, you're really stuck with this 'infuriating' guy until the others come get you.
Thankfully, only a few minutes pass before someone begans knocking on the door, you quickly open it, breathing out a sigh of relief when you see Cthoni, her hand was midair, as if she wasn't expecting you to answer the door so quick, you're about to ask about what she and the others were up to when she suddenly grabs your hand.
You're getting dragged along the dim, long hallway, judging by the direction, probably towards the common room, the room where Cthoni and Fuu had prevented you from going in, something about a meeting that didn't involve you, you hear dragged footsteps behind you, probably Jabber following you both, you shrug off, as you near the common room, Cthoni suddenly stops, and looks at you "Wait here." She pleads, before she looks behind you, to Jabber, signaling for him to watch you, while she went inside.
You sigh, but listen, standing still, as you wait for Cthoni to get you, you have a feeling Jabber's staring right at you, intensely, sweating, you shift around uncomfortably, and before his staring could get any worse, you hear the door click open, and Cthoni steps out, she pushes the door aside, gesturing for you to enter, you finally get a clear look of what they were doing inside.
And your heart flutters, the sight infornt of you is enough to stun you, there's a purple cake with multiple ribbons dipping, it was decorated in such a way, you're left speechless, it's the first time you've ever seen a cake so well decorated, and with such lovely shades of purple too, the table that the cake was on, was covered by a white cloth that had purple and gold embroideries on it, you were left stunned, when a pair of hands grab your shoulder.
"Hey, happy birthday." A familiar voice talks by your ear, glancing back, you see Jabber grinning warmly, before he pushes you towards the others, you see his movement from his mouth, but you don't hear anything, as his words are drowned out by the others wishing you happy birthday, you made a mental note to find him later, when your arm is suddenly grabbed by one of the raiders you don't know.
A girl with wavy dark hair chirps out for you to make a birthday wish, guiding you to the table, you thank her, as her gentle grip leaves your arm, you shift to sit near one of the couches, seating yourself, you smile, "Thanks guys." You grin enthusiasticly, the others smile, and as you made a wish, you blew out the candles, smiling as the other cheered loudly.
You never thought you would see the Raiders, being so cheerful and loud, you watch as Bundus slightly raises his voice, telling them to 'lower their voices, and even if this was a good thing to celebrate, they should still be quiet for their safety', you chuckle, as Cthoni brings out the plates, forks, and the knife, she sets a plate infornt of you, handing you the knife for you to get the first slice first.
You smile, muttering a 'thanks' to her, before grabbing the knife from her, as you slice through the cake, a rich raspberry smell begans to seep into the room, making your mouth water slightly in excitement, as you place the first slice on your plate, Cthoni grabs the knife from your hand, saying she'll do the rest of the cutting and that you should just sit, and enjoy yourself, thanking her again, you move to sit at one of conches farthest away from the cake, to give the others space.
As you plop down, you begin munching slowly on the sweet cake, when Jabebr suddenly appers by your side, blowing air to your neck, you flinch, facing him and growling, he smiles, before ploping down next to you, he drops a poorly wrapped present onto your lap, you glance back at him and then at the gift, your lips quiring up slightly as you thank him, Jabber only smiles and takes your cake away from you.
You frown, trying to take it back when Jabber gestures towards the present, "Open it." He chirps, you squint your eyes at him, you were suspicious of him, but seeing no hint of mischief in his eyes, you reluctantly began opening the gift, you're stunned when you unwrap the gift to see a cozy, oversized, purple sweater.
You twitched, your eyes finding your way to Jabber's, as he grins and boops your nose, "Happy birthday, little mouse." He snickers, as he quickly runs away with your cake in hand, you sat there, stunned and feeling warm inside, you weren't expecting that, your face begins to bloom with different shades of cherry red, you quickly got up and chased after Jabber, yelling for him to explain, as the other Raiders just laughed and celebrated you two.
Cthoni and Bundus watch as you hit Jabber, telling him to explain as he laughs, they turn their head to eachother and nod in approval as Zodyl comes up behind, eating cake and watching silently, as Jabber sweeps you off the floor, bringing you towards the rooftop with the moon shining brightly.
"The moon sure is pretty, ain't it."
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Jabber gives you a sweater, a from of showing love, the moon represents love and the last sentence shows Jabber confessing his love through a line, Zodyl taught him.
Hii! I saw your requests where open and I’ve recently fell into the Zanka blackhole! I wanted to request something fluffy! Soo reader is a supporter, but they have a plush (specifically a dog ) that they’ve had for 10+ years, they always sleep with it. Its well loved and it barely has any fluff inside anymore but its free from holes or rips,
sooo idea! It goes missing and reader is completely freaking out. Reaaaaally freaking out, fast breathing, flushed face and tears the whole totally not panic attack! Attack! And Zanka is the one to help them find it, at first he is like “why are you so worked up by a silly plush” he feels bad afterwards. Maybe Rudo found it and went to wash it not knowing since the plush has been loved so long its grey not white (trust me ive tried he is very much loved too much)
But yes Zanka finds it after hours of searching (he was about to go to bed when reader started freaking out) and reader is calm again once the plush is back with them! And rudo apologises.he is forgiven tho
SORRYYY is that too much??? I wanted to give as much context as possible!
Restless night
Zanka Nijiku x gender neutral reader
Cw: Reader freaks out, reader is a supporter, reader has a dog plush precious to them, Zanka is helping reader find their plush, Zanka caring for reader in his own way.
Tw: Panic attack, breakdown , slight blood mentioned, anxiety, reader crying and Zanka comforting reader this time.
Summary: Your eyes are beginning to sting, you've been trying to find your dog plush for a few minutes and you can't find it, you're scrambling your head for answers, but, you remember clearly that you left it in this exact place, in your room, before leaving for work.
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Your bottom lips are beginning to hurt from how hard you're biting and nibbling on them.
You've been searching and searching for a few minutes now, trying to find your dog plush, but, it seemed to be nowhere inside your small room.
You had just came back from a long day of work, being a supporter was tiring, and all you wanted after work was to take a long and hot shower, and after that, sleep a well deserved rest with your plush.
Except, after you showered, you couldn't find your plushie at it's usual place on the bedside table.
You assumed maybe it fell beside the table, but checking the floor, it wasn't there, so you searched the bed, again, it also wasn't there.
Your eyesight is starting to blurr from frustration and unfallen tears, your face is starting to feel hot and you're really stopping the tears from flowing, it's hard, but, you managed with breathing exercises.
Your plushie is nowhere in sight and tears are threatening to slip, you know better then to cry, since that wouldn't help you with finding your beloved plush.
You want to find your plushie, but, you can't find it, you feel conflicted, you don't know whether to ask for help and be judged for having such a childish plushie at your age.
Or continue on searching for a thing that might never be found if you only search for it by yourself.
You should get help, it'd be more helpful and efficient if you had people helping, you reassured yourself, walking over to the door.
Your hand gently grasped the handle, you're about to open the door when doubt starts to creep into you at the last second.
What if you seek help from them and they find your dog plushie, but, they do something to it and isolates you for having such a childish plush, what if- , your vision starts to blur.
As you start to taste the metallic liquid in your mouth, your lips and inner cheek bleed as you try to calm down, breathing in and out slowly.
Your breathing is shaky, your vision, blurry, and the taste in your mouth along with that thought is starting to make you nauseous, you want to find your plushie, you really, really want to, plus they aren't like that.
Plus, the cleaners aren't like that, they'll never make fun of someone for just having a childish item, even more so an item precious to them.
Finally, deciding to turn the knob, you open the door and stepped out, noticing the outside felt less stuffy, you sighed in relief.
Looking down the endless hallways, you sniffle before deciding to knock on the door beside your room, thinking, maybe your neighbour could help with finding your plushie.
Knocking on the door, you hear a faint voice from behind the door saying "they'll be right there" as you waited patiently, your mind began wandering through every possibility of where your plush could be.
As your mind scrambled for any important memories or clues, the door suddenly opens and you're met with a pair of harsh navy blue eyes, you freeze as your eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"Sheesh," Zanka murmurs, his eyes are focused on your face as his eyebrows furrow in concern.
"What happened to you?" He asked, his eyes scanning your face, you tilted your head in confusion, not getting what he meant by that, he only looked at you before sighing.
"Your face is flushed red," Zanka pointed out, you covered your face when he said that, "Your eyes are also kinda puffy." touching your eyes, it was indeed puffy as he said.
"This-" you couldn't deny anything, you just stood there with your mouth opening and closing, "Just, don't mind it." You mutterd, Zanka letted out a 'tsk' at that, making you lower your head.
"I just wanted to ask, if you've seen a dog plushie anywhere, I lost my plushie and I can't find it." You said, straight to the point, Zanka blinked at you blankly, the dots connecting, before he began shaking his head.
"Your face is like that, because of a silly, childish plushie." He deadpan, your lips quiver slightly at the way he said it, you bit your lips harshly, frustration and tears welling up.
Zanka seems to notice this and sighs in guilt, "My bad," he looks away "I'll help you find your plush. Just- " he frowns "Just go rest up, you look drained." He worries, you can only sniffle in silence as Zanka pushed you towards your door.
He wasn't wrong, you did feel tired, but, you wanted to find your plush and then rest.
So, instead of heading back to your room, you decided to search around the cleaners' headquarters.
Yet, you still couldn't find it, even after searching the mess hall, the common room and also asking the other supports and cleaners, you still couldn't find your plushie.
You're beginning to lose hope, what if someone mistook it for trash and threw it away without you knowing, the idea of that starts to make your eyes teary again, because what if somehow that did happen, what would you do.
A light tug on your sleeve snaps you back, you wiped your face with your hands, glancing behind to see who tugged your sleeve, you're met with Rudo, who has a look of guilt on his face, possibly also sympathy.
His head is lowered, his eyes casted downwards as if he doesn't want to look you straight in the eyes, you blinked, "Hey, Rudo" he flinches at the mention of his name, your voice was gentle, and his eyes met yours for a second before he looked away.
"Do you need something?" You gently asked, he shakes his head, his hands behind him, you suspect he's hiding something, he seems to ponder something before he opened his mouth.
"I'm sorry," he rasps out, you can only tilt your head in confusion at his apology, what could he possibly be apologising for, unless he-
Your eyes widen in realisation and Rudo shifts slightly in nervousness as he hands you a plush, your plush, it's a bit different, more cleaner and noticeably in a much better state then the last time you saw it.
You beam in happiness, taking your plush and hugging it tightly as you thanked him profusely, he seemed to blush slightly at your burst of happiness and gratitude.
"I found it by the building entrance, I asked Semiu if she knew who it belonged to, and she said no, so I took it and cleaned it." he explained nervously, his hands were fidgeting as he mumbled another apology.
You hummed at the explanation, maybe you bought it along with you on your mission and dropped it by the headquarters' entrance.
You're unsure since you don't recall bringing your plush along, but it's ok, now that you have your plushie.
Thanking Rudo, you head back to your room, humming happily with your dog plushie tucked safely in your hands, getting to your floor.
While walking towards your room, you see Zanka waiting there, his gaze meets yours, and he smiles, "Guess you found your plush, huh." He glances at your hands, still warped tightly around the old, dwindling, dog plush.
You nod your head, swiftly moving towards your door and opening it, you're about to enter, when you hear Zanka mutter something behind your back, "Glad, Rudo gave it back." You paused, turning your head, you looked at him.
"Thank you." You chirp, beaming and smiling brightly as you went inside your room to rest.
After you closed the door, Zanka just stood there, faint smile evident on his face, before he walked away to go speak to a certain boy about taking random items lying around in headquarters.
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Possibly taking a short break, like two weeks or so before I start posting again. Possibly.
Also, guess who's gonna get a talking to from Zanka.
Cw: Slight teasing, decorating, reader getting exhausted, Zanka giving reader a fruit bowl, Zanka and reader has a mutual and platonic relationship, Zanka caring for reader (sorta).
Summary: Due to Halloween coming up, each or some members of certain groups, were assigned to different tasks around the cleaners' headquarters. You and Zanka, were assigned to decorate the common room.
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You looked at Zanka as he placed the spider and webs decor towards the top of the wall, he was standing on a ladder, putting decors at the top as you gave him the items.
You both had decided on placing decors in high areas first, so as to not be bothered with grabbing the ladder and messing up anything on the floor while decorating later on.
As you gathered the decors for the next area, you hear a grumble, and looking towards Zanka, you see him flumbling around with a white wool like fabric on his hands.
And, upon looking more closely, you realised he was flumbling with the webs decor, trying to get them from sticking on to his hands.
Seeing that made you snort out loud, receiving a glare from Zanka as a result, chuckling, you waited for Zanka to get the webs unstuck.
And as he did that, you hummed a tune, scanning the common room for any particular areas needing of decorations because of looking unseasonable or dull.
As Zanka flumbled with the webs, you noted that the bookshelves, lights and closet were in need of decorations to look more suitable for the Halloween season.
Noticing the lack of festive vibes, you looked over to Zanka who seemed to have finally taken the webs off, you watched as he placed the webs back to it's original place on the wall and sighed in relief.
You chuckled at the sigh, as Zanka got off the ladder, he grabbed it along and looked around, thinking of where to place it next you assumed.
"Zanka," you called out to him.
Hearing his name, he glanced over, listening for what you have to say, you just smiled, "move over to the bookshelves, we're decorating them next." And simply instructed him.
Zanka nodded, with his grip on the ladder, firm, he walked over to the bookshelves, and placed it down, before turning his head towards you to listen for your next words.
You simply gave him a thumbs up, and bought the decors over as he setted up the ladder, after settling it, he climbed onto it, you grabbed hold of a plastic skull, granting you a confused stare from Zanka.
"Where would I put that?" He asked, gesturing towards the bookshelves, you realised that the bookshelves had no space and were full of books.
Looking up at him, your mind was blank, "Um, maybe grab some of the books and place them in the closet?" You suggested nervously, chuckling sheepishly as you rubbed at your neck.
You admit, you hadn't really thought of where to keep the books when you had decided to decorate the bookshelves.
Zanka only judged you silently, scrunching his nose as you gave him a sheepish chuckle for his reaction, when you did that, he sighed and shook his head, chuckling lightly at you.
Zanka began grabbing books from the shelves, swiftly handing them to you, as you grabbed them.
Zanka's fast, wasting no time, as he swiftly took more books, giving you another handful of them, but, also making you panic at how fast he's giving and taking the books.
"Damn, Zanka, wait." You rushed, He merely glanced at you and then your hands, before muttering a small apology, afterwards he just continued on taking more books from the shelves.
But, this time, instead of handing them over to you, he took them himself, you silently watched as he took several books into his arms.
After he took the books, he began climbing down the ladder slowly.
As he climbed down, you walked over to the green wooden closet, attempting to open it, your hands were also full, so, it was quite hard.
And before you manage to open the closet, a gasp escapes you when the books in your hands tumble out of your grasp, ploping to the floor with loud flutters and thumps.
You groaned in frustration, picking them up one by one, as Zanka walked over, swiftly opening the closet, despite his hands being as occupied as yours with the books.
You huffed in anooyance, and after taking hold of the books, you made sure your grip was firm before standing to place the books.
You realised Zanka left the closet door open for you instead of closing it, blinking blankly, you shook your head before neatly placing the books right by where Zanka had placed his, they were now placed together, neat and tidy in a line.
Smiling and nodding in approval, you glanced at the bookshelves, humming happily as they finally have enough room for the decorations.
Your humming is broken short when Zanka calls out to you "Don't just stand there daydreaming, give me some stuffs for decor already." his face scrunching up, as he sneers.
"Whoops, my bad." You relent, rolling your eyes as you walked towards the decors and Zanka.
Taking the plastic skull again, you handed it to Zanka, he grabs it, placing it near the edge and books.
Grabbing more decors, you handed them to Zanka, who takes them and places them on the shelves.
The shelves are beginning to fill up with the decorations, making it look nice, but, also quite cringy.
And, finally, as Zanka places the last skeleton on the shelves, you sigh in relief, it had taken quite a while due to the positioning.
Honestly, it was more tiring then what you'd expected, when you were assigned to this task, you hadn't really thought much of it.
Originally thinking this would be easy, since it sounded like you just had to place some decors at areas, you had thought this would take maybe 2-3 hours with no stress.
You, however, were proven wrong.
The decorations took around 3 hours to find around town along with the drive there and back to headquarters taking 30 minutes.
So that's around 3 hours and the both times driving there taken, it would counted as around 4 hours.
Decorating the walls took 2 hours, the bookshelves took more then 3 hours, since you both had to place the books away, decorating takes so long, you regretted being assigned to this decorating task.
Though, it seemed the same couldn't be said for Zanka, he'd give complaints every now and then but had never really voiced that he regretted taking on the decor task.
You can only sigh in exhaustion as Zanka lifted the ladder to began decorating another place, whining at the thought of having to continue decorating.
Zanka seemed to shift slightly when you whined, probably annoyed at how you didn't want to do your job.
It seemed like he was about to scold you, but, instead him telling you to stop slacking off, you heard him say something you'd never thought you'd hear him from him.
"Let's take a break, since you're so tired." Zanka said, the last sentence did sound a bit sarcastic, but it didn't really bother you as much, because the mention of taking a break was enough to make you shut up and start grinning like a idiot.
You were tired after all, who could blame you for wanting to take a break after such a long and tiring decorating duty, you were just so happy to finally be able take a break after all those hours spent decorating.
As you plop down on to the couch, you began drooping downwards, you were so tired you didn't even mind the fact that Zanka was staring right at you, judgmentally.
You laughed and snorted at his judgemental stare, he's always been judging people for a lot of reasons, so it was quite normal for him to stare and judge you.
Zanka only looked on at you before shaking his head and walking away, you heard a soft click and when you got up groggily, you blinked in surprise at the empty room.
It seemed like Zanka finally had enough of you and left.
Not that you cared, ploping back on to the couch, you sighed in content and began dozing off to sleep, until you woke up with a sudden jolt, as Zanka roughly shook you awake.
You're trying to open your eyes, but they can't really open properly due to how bright the room seemed to be, Zanka, however, didn't seem to really care and just wanted you to wake up it appeared.
Groaning, you finally managed to open your eyes, looking at Zanka made you irritated as he woke you up, "What the hell you want..." You asked, your voice raspy and your throat dry as you talked to him.
Zanka, however, only smiled at you, before handing you a bowl, looking inside you saw some fruits and from what you smell, probably also some honey mixed in with them.
"Made you a little snack that'd help you from slacking off." He proudly chriped out, it seemed like Zanka was really proud of himself on this honey fruit bowl he made.
You're still feeling groggy, but, despite that, you pick up the spoon Zanka handed and began slowly nibbling away on the honey glazed fruits, it tasted pleasant with the honey, and the fruits were also quite juicy and actually had some flavour in them, which was good.
Zanka stared at you as you ate, his gaze was quite intense, making you shift subtly in discomfort at him.
As you finished the last bite of the sweet and dewy honey fruit bowl, you savoured the taste, your lips quiring into a smila as you sigh in content, the honey fruit bowl was actually quite nice and, surprisingly, filling.
You're feeling energised, but, you didn't really want to go back to decorating, after all, you weren't really feeling quite up for it since you just had a short break.
Glancing at Zanka, who took away your finished bowl, you tilted your head and wondered if Zanka would let you both rest more.
Zanka, however, seemed to sense what you were thinking, as he turned his gaze to you, his face scrunched up, as he shook his head in disappointment.
You only laughed at that, making Zanka huffed in anooyance, "Fine, we'll continue with the break," He scoffed out, "But, you better stop slacking off after that!" Zanka reprimanded in anooyance.
You smiled, nodding your head as Zanka walked away, probably to wash the emptied fruit bowl.
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This may have some grammar, spelling or a few mistakes in it. But, I hope you guys will still enjoy this Halloween specials.
Summary: Tamsy's been having trouble with sleep these days, you can tell by how his eye bags seem to get bigger along with him spacing out at meetings and missions.
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You've woken Tamsy up more then 3 to 5 times this week, he's been sleeping at places like the kitchen, meeting room and the main hall.
You didn't know how to help him, you wanted to help, but he just kept on pushing you away saying he was doing alright, smiling at you before walking away to avoid talking more.
It was honestly starting to annoy and worry you, you just wanted to make sure your beloved was alright.
It also seemed like the others just didn't care much, thinking it was due to overworking or something, but you knew better then that.
Tamsy was not one to suddenly start pushing away responsibility and begin dozing off at missions and meetings just cause he was sleep deprived.
He would never do that, he was a meticulous person that cared about his missions, his responsibility and his duty as a cleaner.
Knowing that, you decided to confront him today, he's been napping on the kitchen counter for the past few hours or so you heard from Eisha.
You entered the kitchen and immediately spotted Tamsy by the counter with his signature soft, tied up blond hair.
His hair was messy with small locs springing up all over, you letted out a tsk at the sight, deciding you'll help him untangle his hair later since it was so messy.
Walking over to Tamsy, you nudged him gently, shaking him while you were at it.
Tamsy's response was to stir a bit, letting out a soft groan and a heavy sigh as he ruffled his hair slightly.
As Tamsy lifted his head up, an anooyed growl left him, when strands of his hair dangled over his eyes, effectively blocking his view.
You watched on, unimpressed by his unusual annoyance at his hair.
Reaching your hand out, you tucked his hair back, making Tamsy tense up in alert and surprise.
Tamsy's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he looked over to your hand touching him, it did seem like he was about to swat it away.
But, as he's about to hit your hand away, his eyes locked with yours and they widen slightly in what seems to be surprise.
His hand shook briefly before he patted your hand and turned his head away quickly.
His hand was warm on yours and his ears were flushed crimson red, making you concerned.
Grabbing his chin, you turned his face towards you, making him blink slowly in surprise as he faced you.
His face was slightly flushed as beads of sweat rolled down his face.
Scanning his appearance, you could see that he was sweating, his face was flushed and his eyes were also baggy with dark lines along them.
His clothes were also a mess with how many wrinkles and tiny stains there were on them.
You could also see he was really struggling to stay awake with how his eyes seem to flutter closed with every few seconds passing by.
Looking at him, you could only sigh as you become more concerned for his health and his mental state.
"Why have you been dozing off so much?" You questioned him, the grip you had on his chin was gentle but firm, Tamsy only avoided your gaze as you questioned him.
Frowning when Tamsy refused to look at you, you clicked your tongue in annoyance, catching Tamsy's attention as he made direct eye contact with you.
Tamsy pouted slightly before giving up and sighing, "As you can see," he gestured towards his eye bags "I've been having trouble with sleep lately." He reluctantly grumbled out.
Shaking your head as if that wasn't obvious, you letted out a sigh before grabbing his hand and attempting to tug him to your side.
Tamsy only sat there, head tilted in confusion as you glanced at him before shaking your head.
"Tamsy, you need to sleep, but not here." You softly explained, he seemed to understand as he got up when you tugged his hand again.
"I'm going to bring you to your room, angel." You softly told him, he nodded, and after you got up, you tugged him along to your side.
Beginning to walk, Tamsy followed close by your side, his eyes droopy and his head nodding every now and then, it made him look silly but, endearing at the same time.
Walking close to eachother, Tamsy kept into bumping into you as he walked, muttering apologies, but, still continuing to bump into you.
You only chuckled at his sleepy state, while walking slowly, you saw Enjin, his smile was turning into a teasing smirk as his eyes catches you holding hands with Tamsy.
You huffed in annoyance, walking at an even faster pace, so you could avoid the blond man's teasing.
It works as the blond attempts to stop you, but, fails miserably as you passed by him in a breeze, not bothering to listen to him.
You can hear Enjin calling out to you, but you ignore it as you walked away with Tamsy.
Tamsy's more clumsy now that you both are walking at a faster pace, he's tripping more and clinging to your arm for support.
You can only endure the weight as he leans into your touch, practically hugging you as he clinged to your arm, snuggling against it slightly.
You smiled at Tamsy, as you entered the elevator, the door closes and you're waiting for it to arrive at Tamsy's floor, hearing a faint "ding", it signals you've reached his floor.
You get off with Tamsy still clinging to your arm, you're now walking to his room at a slow and gentle pace.
Approaching his room, you nudged Tamsy gently, he opens his droopy eyes, looking at you as he lets out a confused hum.
You point at the door and Tamsy seems to understand, he slips his hand inside his baggy pockets and grabs a pair of keys out.
He gives them to you and you sigh as you grab the keys and begin unlocking the door to his room.
Unlocking the door and walking inside, you closed the door behind.
Walking over to Tamsy's bed, Tamsy pulls you back, making you almost trip as you looked back at him in confusion.
"Hey, take your shoes off." Tamsy told you in a soft, lazy tone, while he pushed his own shoes off and looked at you in anticipation.
You only looked at him in confusion, "Why would I need to take my shoes off?" You questioned, "I'm only here to put you to bed and that's all." You told him earnestly.
That seems to make him pout and his head droops down in what you assume to be sadness as his grip on your hand tightens slightly.
"I'm tired and I can't sleep." He pouted out "You said you were willing to help me sleep." He told you, looking at you with his soft ashen eyes, lips slightly jutted out in a pout.
You blinked at him and he blinked back, you sighed languishly before reluctantly giving him a grumbled out "fine", not being able to deny Tamsy since he was acting like this.
His droopy eyes lighten up, Tamsy smiles, all dopely, as he waits for you to take your shoes off, he takes his hair down, after seeing you barefoot, he drags you to his bed.
As his hand gently caressed yours, he plops down onto his bed, making you plop down along with him.
Suddenly, Tamsy raises his arms, warping them around you gently.
It results in your face flushing a pretty shade of crimson, his warmth envelopes you, his breathe tickling your neck as he sighs in comfort.
He doesn't seem to register what he's currently doing right now, you feel every breathe and movement as he nuzzles his face against you.
You can only take it, to be truthful, you don't remember saying you'll help him with sleeping.
Not that you're complaining, it's actually quite nice, his warmth, his hand gently caressing your hand and his gentle snuggling makes you drowsy, but also quite content.
This is quite comforting, Tamsy seemed to have fallen asleep since his breathing slowed down and he's no longer nuzzling against you.
Well, you soon hear faint snoring coming from him, he lightly snores, stirring a bit before settling his head against your neck, his hair is tickling you, and unsurprisingly, it's soft and silky, also smelling floral and sweet.
Your hand is grasping Tamsy's, you lightly nuzzle his hand against your face, chuckling before closing your eyes and drifting off.
Tamsy smiles slyly, his grip on your hand gentle, but firm and tight. As he cuddles against you.
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I completely forgot about the Halloween special. Smh, I'll be making it and posting it next week. Look forward to it, dear anons.
