notes: modern/university au, suggestive in evernight's, gn!reader for phainon and feminine reader for evernight, everyone in this au save for a select mentioned few is 20+, this was just a fun idea but now i wanna make it into a whole thing lol, song from here
༄ phainon:
a multitude of checklists and reminders litter the desk of your and phainon's shared office as you feel the cognitive weight of deadlines put a strain on your head. planning for the seniors' was always a herculean task, but knowing that this was your boyfriend's senior year as well added a type of pressure you didn't think was possible.
gnawing at the edge of a white board marker, you try to figure out where to put the most amount of your energy. graduation was guaranteed to be a spectacle, but you have to be mindful planning out next year's orientation week. you won't have the luxury of doing much before new students hit campus, and you'd really prefer not coming in the middle of summer break to solve your problems that you neglected.
the door opens with a thunderous screech against the floor, startling you out of your own thoughts as phainon bounds in the room. he had left earlier to get you some "thinking drinks" as he calls them from the cafe a few buildings down, but in your self-inflicted anxiety you had mostly forgotten he was even coming back.
"sorry it took so long! they were out of the mango pineapple refresher at the campus one, so i went downtown to make sure i could get it for you," he says with a jovial tone while placing the drinks on the table, temporarily missing the funereal mood polluting the room. your silence is what attunes him to your tribulations and he makes his way to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"talk to me, my love," he says, more reticent this time. the air is fragile, and phainon is willing to grant you the liberty to break it should you so desire.
the words get lost somewhere, because everything seems like nothing and you don't know where to start. things are half done because they rely on other projects you haven't finished yet, calls you haven't made, your professors asking more and more because they know just how capable you are and goodness, you don't want to disappoint anybody, do you?
phainon's eyes turn to your white board, intaking your incoherent scribbles and desperate pleas for a solution to present itself to you. there's so much here you hadn't even voiced being worried about, and he feels guilty for not ever thinking to check in. why didn't you ask him for any type of support?
"okay," he asserts while turning you to face him, decidedly not letting it go,"we're gonna solve this, alright? there's no reason you should be trying to do all of this on your own. i'm right here to help you."
"but you won't be next year," you concede, resting your head against his chest. "i'll be alone in this, and you'll be off somewhere being a real adult who's successful while your partner is still stuck worrying about how many science labs they have due next week and the budget for homecoming."
his eyes soften at the confession, and he kisses your nose while giving a humorless laugh. "how could you ever think you're alone in this? that just because i won't be here that i no longer care about your problems?" he asks while a pained expression briefly crosses his face. "i already have an excellent vice president lined up for you, i have binders of information i made, i hold every intention of being with you each step of the way, even if i can't be next to you at that moment."
his admission brings tears to your eyes and you pull him down for a kiss without thinking, slightly laughing at the way he instantaneously melts into it. when you part, he looks at you with hope in his eyes, questioning you, "are we good?"
"we're good," you smile, giving him another peck. "who's your shining star that's gonna put me to shame?
he looks comically betrayed at the notion of someone somehow outdoing you, causing some much needed genuine laughter. you knew he'd never try to shame you for the work you'd done for him the past few years, and truthfully, whoever was your replacement would be more of a downgrade than anything.
"nothing to worry about," he beams, squishing your cheeks between his palms. you blow raspberries at him in response, but he pays you no mind. "cerydra is extremely well learned and very reliable. she's be an incredible help."
the smile drops from your face at her name. while yes, she might be the most put together person you know and could probably run the whole council by herself, she's also the scariest nineteen year old you've ever met.
he takes notice of your worries and instead of being able to subdue them, even he knows trying to mitigate the extremes cerydra will go to for perfection is a task for naught. his expression morphs into something sympathetic, and you both have subjected yourself to the fate of the tyrant.
"… maybe i should come back next year."
༄ evernight:
the soft fairy lights of your dorm room flicker briefly as rain continues to hit the windows. your eyes briefly peek outside before landing back down on your girlfriend as she lays patiently beneath you while you sit on her waist. so pliant and eager to be used, you can't help but kiss the tip of her nose while she gazes lovingly at you.
while you originally had lured her in by "begging" for a beautiful girl to help with your doomed chemistry endeavors, your study session went off the rails no more than five minutes in due to the inability you both held to keep your hands off one another.
"guess you can't head back across campus to your dorm," you say with faux sympathy, dusting off your brush from doing evernight's eyeshadow. her hands deliberately glissade up and down the sides of your waist, their freezing temperature making you shiver in a way you find yourself enjoying.
she simply chuckles at you, staring up with love in her eyes, "truthfully, i can't say i was planning to," she admits, though you wouldn't have let her go without some guilt-tripping and she wouldn't have tried to fight at all. "i like my place here far too much to discard the opportunity."
digging for your colored liners, her words nearly make you stop. she'd always been content with being your shadow, following along, taking orders with too much eagerness. she'd never let you stray from her sight, yet refused to be the more attention grabbing of you two. you'd dragged her into corners and backrooms endless amounts of times to have your way with her, the sight of her flushed pink face despite her willingness being a sight you'd never grow tired of.
it made your heart pound more than you'd like to admit.
leisurely, you grind your hips against hers, relishing the way her words lodge in her throat and are quickly bypassed by a pathetic bleat. a snicker escapes you at how for such a genius, she turns into a simple mess every time you're around.
"you're mean," she sighs as you hold two different shades of eyeliner up to her face, squinting to try and imagine how they'd look. you shrug at her words with indifference written on your face. she's fun to tease, after all. besides, if you were any nicer she'd find it boring.
"the purple," you conclude and toss the other shade aside. leaning down, you swiftly give her a peck while opening the cap. she has other plans though, tightening her grasp on your waist before you can apply anything to her glittered eyelids. she tugs you back down for another kiss, losing herself instantaneously in the unmitigated desire that you inflict onto her. her tongue slides into your mouth with little struggle, causing her to faintly moan and squeeze you even harder.
you whine at how aggressive she's becoming, reminding her, "don't smudge anything, i worked hard." your words are muffled against her lips, but they wouldn't have been effective even had you tattooed them to her eyes. she turns you onto your back, breaking the kiss with a hint of displeasure at her own actions.
with a touch you must assume is reserved for angels, her palm ghosts your stomach while sliding your shirt up to your sternum. cold lips caress down your skin while your finger entangled themselves in pink strands, gripping tighter the further down she moves.
her nails lights scratch your hips as she begins to slide your sleep shorts down. her other hand fumbles around the bed for the purple liner that must've slipped from your grasp earlier — unsurprising, considering the current state of your mind. the cap rolls from the bed when she tears it off. an icy liquid glides across your lower abdomen, and you recognizing the familiar strokes of evernight's elegant script. the letters form in your brain when they trace onto your skin.
"so that everyone, all those friends of yours, anyone with an impure gaze," she murmurs as the final cross of a t completes her goal, "know just who's leash you hold."
e-v-e-r-n-i-g-h-t.
her nose nuzzles the inside of your thigh as you heavily breath out her name, closing your eyes for a moment before finishes pulling down your shorts to get your attention again.
"my darling, all mine," she chants breathlessly before resting her face between your legs.
"— and that guy's out of his fucking mind! fuck both of you!"
the final words of your supposed to be hookup for the night ring in your head as he slams the door so hard it shakes the picture frames on the wall. beside it, xavier looks exceptionally proud of himself. it's not the first time this has happened, and you suspect it won't be the last if you don't nip this issue in the butt.
"xavier."
the smile is gone faster than you can blink, and he's already heading towards your side with wet eyes and a pain filled, "my star-"
"your nothing!" you interrupt, putting out your hand before he can try to hold you. "i've made it abundantly clear to you that we are not, xavier look at me, we are not dating."
he makes small noise of disapproval in his throat and you can see his fingers twitch restlessly. he does this every time you have to remind him that it's his choice not to sleep with other people, but not your choice to do the same.
you never once led him on, so why he seems to keep feeding himself these delusions of something more going on between you both is completely beyond you. while you promised you'd always be as safe as possible and get tested often, you thought he understood clearly that you had zero plans for a committed relationship.
"he wouldn't treat you well," xavier says after a few moments of silence, very clearly choosing not to acknowledge your previous statement.
you can't even pretend that this is funny anymore. the last six people you've tried to have over all ended up in similar situations. last weeks date ended up locked out on your fire escape while you were in the bathroom, making you think he has suddenly dipped. the girl before him somehow got food poisoning right as your clothes were coming off. again and again, it had seemed like divine intervention to both you and xavier – who had said that maybe it was a "sign you started dating someone," before clarifying he meant someone you knew, and maybe lived really close to you, and you saw often, and you were already sleeping with.
a true mystery on who he could be talking about.
this time though, it seemed like he grew sick of calculated planning. xavier instead had quite literally shown up in the middle of your living room with his sword brushing again your date's neck, letting the blood beginning to trickle down his jugular serve as a rough indicator as to what would happen if he even thought about you in an impure way.
the rest was a blur until this moment, where the daggers you're glaring at him are making him visibly uncomfortable. you both know the one thing the won't say is that he's sorry, because he really isn't ; which is why you find your next words drifting without thinking about the full implication behind them.
"then it's probably best that we don't see each other any more if you're that worried about my dating life."
you've never seen xavier panic a day in his life, and you supposed you still haven't, because panic is not an apt word for the indescribable anguish that takes over his person. the air pressure in the room seems to grow lower in the milliseconds it takes for him to be pressed against your chest. his hands wrap around your wrists so lose that it can barely be called a restraint, yet the force of his emotions keeps you pinned in spite of what any reason might tell you.
"you don't mean that," he says slightly too fast for what you've come to expect from him. the tone is off, unsure. he's trying to convince himself that you'd never break his heart in such a ruthless manner, not the one person who'd offer it willingly to you carved whole from his chest, but you both know all signs are pointing and laughing right in his face.
he needs you so much more than you could ever need him.
That Caleb hair clip is so cute!!! where'd you get it??
ok this ask has been in my box since before i deleted the pic cause i was trying SO HARD to find who made it. i bought it at anime boston but i cant figure out what seller but if i somehow find it i'll reblog this with the name
being in various states of dressed (or undressed) with the lads men ft xavier, sylus, caleb
notes: fem reader, fluff but caleb's has a moment, needy/yearning men, title from here, suggestive in all but xavier ummmmm.... well the only reason i was able to write anything remotely like #that is because i was so high off my ass i felt like i was in spy kids. 3 to be specific
༄ xavier:
somebody is definitely pulling a prank on you.
all morning, your co-workers have been giving you double takes and snickering in your direction. you tried to ask simone, but all she had said is that she's, "glad you and xavier get along so well." you'd checked in a hand mirror in a paranoid fit that you'd somehow missed covering up bruises from him, but found no such thing present.
suspiciously enough, you seem to be the only one subject to this ridicule, since xavier has evaded all contact with others today, yourself included. it's the thing that tips you off, since he normally is stapled to your side at work.
that's fine, because when you send him a text implying you're irritated with him, he's quick to fold and say he'll meet you in a bit.
you're on the way to find said man when a hand tugs you into one of the spare meeting rooms. you stumble for a moment before meeting a familiar white uniform, complete with grey gloves and black leg harnesses.
… black?
before xavier can voice what you've surmised, you glance down and see his grey leg harnesses on you, and being the butt of everyone's joke this morning makes sense.
"how did we manage to mix up each other's accessories?" you groan, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder. his hands wrap around your waist, and you can feel the smallest curve of a smile when he kisses the top of your head.
"sorry for not bringing it up sooner," he hums softly. he adjusts your head to look at you but you scowl at him and pull back before he can.
ignoring the betrayed look on his face, you gawk at him, "you knew?!"
suddenly, xavier has no interest in making eye contact with you, finding the 'good hunters throw their trash away!' sign in the corner of the room extremely fascinating. you reach up and harshly grab his cheeks to force him to look at you. he whimpers at the motion, sucking in at the irritated look in your eye.
gritting your teeth, you point to your harnesses strapped (rather tightly) to his leg and lowly tell him, "give them back. now."
a flash passes before he's on his knees, resting your right leg on his shoulders. his gloves come off to unbuckle the straps easier, making quick work of the leather. it clinks to the floor, a metallic echo filling the otherwise quiet room.
xavier pauses before moving his fingers and brushing the inside of your thigh. your breathing is slow, baited, unsure of what to say or do in such a delicate moment. he blinks up at you for a brief moment before leaning in and leaving a trail of kisses up your leg. you quietly say his name, like you're trying to remind him where you are, but it doesn't seem to deter him. his lips gently touch your clothed heat, finally staring up at you with reverence and speaking with an even tone.
"they won't need us for a while."
༄ sylus:
you frantically rush around sylus' apartment, sticking earring through your lobes and looking for your chap-stick you misplaced. you shrug up your shoulder to fix the sleeves of your dress, annoyed at how they're already starting to fall. if this is going to be an all night thing, you're already sorting through other options in your head.
amused by your distress, sylus watches you roam with keen eyes. you're not even close to being late yet, so he has no idea why you seem to think the world is ending.
you know he's thinking this before he even alludes to it because he says it to you every single time, so you cut him off before you can hear his annoying comments.
"you and i both know i'm gonna want a drink on the way there, so i'll pre-order it and ask if you want anything and you'll say 'no sweetie,' but then we'll get to the window and you wait and look at the menu and then take five thousand years to pick a drink and they have to make it and then add it onto my drink that's been sitting there instead of just telling me you wanted one from the beginning," you huff in one breath, trying to catching it back afterward.
he fails to cover the hearty laugh at your dedicated defense. you simply roll your eyes and adjust your sleeves again with a groan, making your way back over to the closet and complaining to your boyfriend about the improper fit.
a breeze washes across your skin and you shiver before feeling calloused fingers gliding across your back. sylus' voice is smooth in your ears as he chuckles, "there's a very simple explanation for that."
slowly, the zipper of your dress makes it way up from the bottom, across your spine. you have no idea how you managed to completely forget to zip it up in the first place, lightly embarrassed that your sleeve issue could've easily been fixed earlier.
sylus' other hand rests on your waist, squeezing just tightly enough to let you know he's using quite a bit of self control at the moment. you crane your head just barely to see him tenderly staring down at you, only noticing the glaze over his eyes if you focus enough.
"guess i'd be lost without you, huh?" you ask in a hushed tone. he hums in response, leaning down to press his lips to your nape. he inhales, shuddering at the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses. his hands stop their movement, starting to reverse and tug the zipper back down but failing to get too far before you stop him.
"behave," you tell him, though it's hard to sound too forceful when you're still in a daze yourself. "you and i both know we can't miss this event."
his smile twitches upward, insisting on reaching for the zipper once more as he murmurs in your ear, "no promises."
༄ caleb:
the front door to caleb's apartment whips open and smacks against the wall as you tumble in with a cheer, your boyfriend shaking his head behind you. despite the scent of alcohol wafting from your breath, he still tugs you in for a kiss while closing the door.
"you're a disaster, baby," he tells you with his mouth against yours, but the full extent of his words don't really reach your drunken state. you just giggle into the kiss before deepening it, letting your hands roam his body with abandon. a noise of protest trickles up from your throat when, for once, he's the one to part away from you first.
caleb lifts you up in a princess hold, trying to maneuver to the bedroom while you're dragging your palm across his face and laughing at how squishy it is. when you two do finally make it, he playfully tosses you onto his bed and leans over to cup your cheek in his hand and give you a kiss on the forehead.
"as badly as i would love nothing more than to kiss you senseless," he starts, his eyes softening as how peaceful you look being cradled in his hold, "i would like it way more if you actually remembered what happened when you wake up tomorrow morning."
a slurred combination of a squeal and whine is your undignified response when caleb lightly swats your rear and subsequently avoids the kick of your leg towards his chest because of it. you can hear the sound of his chuckles bouncing around your head, mixing with the opening and closing drawers he seems to be going through.
your arm rests across your eye, grateful caleb only put the lights on dim to avoid making your head hurt more. the world begins to feel hostile to your inebriated self and your previous joy is quickly dissipating. caleb must be able to tell because his hands are back on you, carefully taking off your shirt without jostling you too much and replacing it with your favorite cotton tee of his.
your boots fall to the side of the bed along with your skirt, and you're half asleep as he wipes off your makeup. time passes in a way you can't discern, only coming to a head when caleb finally settles in next to you and tugs you into his arms.
"can i hire your services every night?" you tease, slightly muffled by the way you're held against his chest. there's a light titter from him, but your joke doesn't seem to hold as much humor in his eyes.
"i wouldn't mind it," he quietly admits, nuzzling his forehead against yours and kissing the tip of your nose. "sometimes it feels like my baby apple is outgrowing me, even though i'll always be here to take care of you."
something about the way he says it makes a section of your heart ache more than usual. he'd wait endlessly for you, do anything you need if it meant you'd bare your honest self to him. it was a kind of devotion that left opportunity for resentment, yet you still find your greed unsatiated.
"what if i never need you again?" you wonder aloud, already aware of how it'll irritate him. you both know how much you love to push his buttons, just to see how much you really can get away with. he keeps letting you after all, so in reality it's his fault for this nasty habit.
his breathing is silent for too long to be comfortable. it's not until you tilt your head up to look at him where you see something dark and sticky in his eyes, something isn't quite your caleb but still looks convincing enough wearing his skin. there's a ghost of a smile when he replies, holding you so tight it feels like your ribs are fused with his own.
Hi! I was wondering if you have a tag or master list for all your writing in general, not just (fandom) drabbles? Your writing is so good I’m reading everything!!!
first off thank you sm 😭😭 im glad you enjoy!! also i used to but its ugly and outdated so im trying to revamp it . i used to tag everything as a genre but i'm gonna just redo my list and then rb it so i would say in the next few days hopefully keep an eye out
Hi i was wondering when you did the blue lock boyfriends ratings Oliver and Shidou werent there what would you give them???
wellll oliver is one of my least fave characters in the series so thats why i dont add him 😭
but as for shidou i'd say the 7/10 or so range? i think because he's so open with how weird he is you wouldn't go for him if you weren't into it or at least could tolerate it. he can just be sort of overbearing and aggressive and won't really tone it down even if you're not a fan. not towards you of course, but in public he'll be as outspoken as he wants to with no consideration. if you can get past it then he's really good cause he's stupid loyal (look how much he obsessed over sae even when sae brushes him off multiple times), and is down to do anything you want to at any time. very very fun to be around, you just need to be okay with people staring......... a lot.
show me little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress
teammate or rival, nothing is gonna make him give up on being your only one ft. sae itoshi, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru
notes: char x reader x char, jealousy, reader isn't totally aware of how the boys feel, i believe in bisexual nagi, title from one of fob's best songs
༄ itoshi sae vs. isagi yoichi:
buzz fills the stadium as you press against the crowd, headed for the locker rooms. an electrifying game no doubt, but all you could think about was seeing isagi. with the years you'd been friends, you know he's just itching to give you a play by play with detailed additions despite the fact you had watched the match with your own eyes.
you're turning the corner, letting him know your rough location, before you bump into what feels like a hard wall. your phone nearly drops from your hands and you go to apologize to whoever you bumped into, and your throat goes dry at the sight in front of you.
if itoshi sae cared that much about being your behavior, he didn't show it much. instead, he muttered a quiet, "reckless," beneath his breath before letting out an exhale and giving you a pointed look."
"you spent most of that game mindlessly cheering for isagi yoichi, even when it was clear that he was outmatched," sae tells you, leaving no room for argument against your dear friends performance. he gives you a pointed look and asks, "why?"
while you'd normally defend isagi's honor, you're a bit too starstruck to really say much. you knew that isagi respected sae as a player (as evidenced by the game play-by-plays he makes you listen to at 1am), so you were aware of how talented he really was, but sae was also really, really, attractive.
"um, he's…" you stammer as sae raises an eyebrow. you didn't think his mere presence would be so intimidating, but that cold stare could make anyone shake in their boots. you clear your throat and gracelessly finish, "he's my best friend."
a huff leaves sae, the emotion behind it not exactly discernible. at first you think he's making fun of you, maybe thinks you're a delusional fan, but his intent is much more clear with his next words.
"friend? i shouldn't be surprised he lacks the spine to do anything more," sae responds bluntly. it takes you aback. more? with isagi? sure, it crossed your mind randomly when made an especially good play or with how attentive he is to your needs, but it's not something you'd ever taken seriously. he was your friend, did there need to be more?
speak of the devil, isagi comes around the corner with an exhausted look. his face lights up when you're in his vision and he calls out with a laugh, "you suck at giving directions! i ended up on the other side of the stadium yelling your name."
his laughs die down when he sees the present company.
"itoshi sae? what are…" his words grow sparse as he looks between the two of you, and it's the first time you notice how much sae is invading your space.
"the two of us were going to get dinner," sae states, making your eyes widen and isagi's jaw drop. your friend sputters and tries to figure out what the hell is happening before sae cuts him off with narrowed eyes, "it wasn't an open invitation."
the betrayed look on isagi's face tugs at your heartstrings. you hadn't gotten a word in edgewise so you can only imagine how this looks to him. despite the once in a lifetime chance, you take a step away from sae and give him an apologetic look.
"actually, yoichi and i always go to our favorite dessert cafe after he wins a game, so…," you awkwardly trail off. you don't want to be rude to sae and make an enemy out of someone that famous, but you still owe loyalty to isagi. he'd do the same for you.
sae clicks his tongue in displeasure before taking a step back. you're still not entirely sure what his game is. was he trying to info out of you or something? you doubt there's stuff you'd know better about soccer than him, even if you are in constant contact with isagi.
he pulls out his phone and sends some sort of message while you scoot next to isagi, raising an eyebrow at him. he shrugs his shoulders in response ; he has no idea what's happening either. would it be rude to just walk away at this point?
sae looks up at you two again, annoyance written across his face when he asks, "do one of you plan to start walking there, or am i supposed to know where we're going through telepathy?"
well, there's no way in hell this ends well.
༄ nagi seishiro vs. bachira meguru:
a mop of white hair plops onto your stomach, accompanied by a loud sigh. you move your hands down, your phone no longer blocking the view of nagi lazing on the couch with you. a small laugh escapes your mouth at the sight of him pathetically deflating in the common room.
"i thought you didn't have practice today? what has you tuckered out at 11am?" you ask him while running your fingers through his hair. he nuzzles against your stomach in response, so sweet that you can almost ignore the fact he's making it hard to breathe.
"bachira wanted to practice passing this morning and wouldn't leave me alone. it was awful," nagi whines, shivering at the memory of just half an hour ago. another huff to signify how draining it was, "i think 'm gonna die. he's lucky he's cute."
he cracks an eye open and looks up at you, "you're cuter, though. don't worry."
you snort at his lack of tact, "nice save, nagi."
a thumbs up before he plops back into the soft skin of your stomach.
the sound fast bounding feet echoes in the hallways as bright yellow fills your vision. a grin adores bachira's face as he calls out your name and a matching, "nagicchi!" before dive bombing the both of you with a cackle.
nagi groans loudly as bachira's weight hits him, tickling your tummy when he complains with muffled words, "what do you want now?"
bachira looks at the pair of you, too comfortable with the other, and decides he doesn't like the feeling it leaves in his throat. with little care or thought, he gets up from the couch and tugs you up along with him, making you tumble into his arms.
nagi's head smacks unceremoniously onto the seat, and he turns to the culprit of his ire. bachira remains unfazed, cheering, "c'mon lazybones! it's still early in the day, let's do something fun!" and ignoring the glare from the now cushion-less nagi.
"mmm, don't wanna. moved too much today," is his predictable answer, though nagi clearly wasn't really the one bachira had been targeting with the statement. on the other hand, you thought about the idea for a second. you needed body wash and more eggs, plus you wanted to check out a new thrift store that had opened. might as well do it with a friend.
"sounds good to me," you tell bachira with a smile before linking arms with him. you were going to turn back to nagi to tell him you'll see him later, but he's somehow directly next to you when go to do such. you're pretty sure he's never even been that fast on the pitch.
"changed my mind. 'm going with you two," nagi states, resting his head on your shoulder. "i hate when you leave me for too long. everything's so boring when you're not here."
just as clingy as the white haired boy, bachira hugs you from the front with a pout and chimes in with a forlorn tone to his voice, "aw, but then i'm gonna get ignored again. how come you never give me attention like you give nagi, huh?"
it's nearly suffocating between the two of them, and you're really starting to think it would've just been better to go out on your own.
hiiiii your fic of meangf!reader x bllk men specifically the hiori one made me violently scream and blush and tremble and everything i loved it so so so much. thank you for the peak ❤️
AWAEQWAWAWAW THANK YOU!!!!!!!! i loved that series cause i love mean readers LOL im so happy you liked it!!!
Hello not a rq!! I just like to see peoples opinion. Who do you think in blue lock is most likely to be ok with a g/f who texts randomly and not often vs who freaks out the worst. I like your blog!
ohhh this is so fun!!! i love asks like these so thank you so much <3
as for my thoughts —
best:
༄ sae: if anything, he'd be more annoyed at you requiring his attention 24/7. he values independence and while he's not flat out ignoring you, it's nice that you two can have your space without the need to keep tabs on one another.
༄ chigiri: stays relatively unbothered. you have your own life, after all, and he's well aware of who you'll be coming home to. there's nothing for him to really worry about. he is a good morning and goodnight texter at the very least, and will ask how your day was. he wants to be in the loop, not hovering over your shoulder.
depends on the day:
༄ bachira: most of the time, he's actually pretty chill with being left on his own. he'll still spam text you random thoughts and things that happen throughout his day, but figures you'll answer when you have the time. when he does care though, it's usually because he's thought a little too hard about his own shortcomings. the longer you take, the more worried he becomes about being a nuisance and is more likely to delete the message altogether, staying unresolved.
༄ nagi: it's not a secret he's incredibly clingy, it's just that he's a bad texter himself. he gets distracted too easily or will take an impromptu nap and go hours without responding. when he's awake and aware is the prime time for him to blow up your phone with complaints that you're taking too long and don't love him anymore, to the point where he'll start calling if left alone.
answer him right now:
༄ rin: he will lie right to your face and say you're annoying for being so desperate for his attention ; the painful truth that he won't admit is that it's 100% the other way around. he always wants to know what you're doing, where you are, who you're with, but he doesn't want to seem too obsessed with you (even though he is.)
༄ reo: really, nobody is surprised by this. he'll answer your calls during business meetings, turn flights around the moment you seem to want his presence. being deprived of your attention is lethal to his wellbeing, and he'll grow restless if left unattended for too long. keep in mind that he will in fact show up at your house if he goes unanswered for more than 24 hours.
i just want you to love me as much as i think about it
giving your boyfriend the silent treatment after an argument ft. anaxa, sunday, blade
notes: gn!reader, attached/obsessive men, sunday being both manipulative and pathetic somehow, blade is a warning, song from here
༄ anaxa:
✣ droves of students come out through the doors of one of the many science buildings, yet the one sight you actually came to see is nowhere to be found. a despondent sigh exits your mouth as you stand and accept your defeat.
how pathetic it was — you were the one who started this childish ignoring game when you found yourself on the back-burner of anaxa's priorities once more. truly, you'd thought this would knock some sense into him and make him realize how much he missed having you around. instead, you stand like a fool on a campus you don't even attend, coming to terms with the fact you seem to care about him much more than he cares for you.
"oh, are you waiting for professor anax?"
you glance up to see a vaguely familiar face. one of anaxa's students, clearly, and one you assume you've met before. the fog in your brain must be showing, because he just laughs and tells you his name after a brief apology from yourself.
"no worries! i don't expect you to know everyone. the professor just brings you up a lot, so it's hard for us not to know who you are."
interesting.
"he does?" you ask with an even tone, not trying to seem too eager. "complaints, i'm sure."
the student only gets a couple of words about how 'prof anax looks super dopey when he talks of you!' in before a loud cough echoes besides you two, making him freeze as the smile quickly drops from his face. you peer and see the source of your problems himself, eye slanted and foot tapping in a staccato rhythm.
the young man besides you seems to stop breathing as anaxa coldly breaks the silence, "i was sure the work i assigned was ample enough to keep you distracted, but i see you still have other priorities."
with a curt nod, the student rushes away as anaxa makes his way closer to you. bitterness overtakes your thirst to win, and you mutter, "so he can speak," just loud enough for him to catch the resentment in your voice.
"if i recall correctly," his lip twitches into something mirroring your displeasure, "this childish escapade only happened because you were insistent in your own misguided assumptions—"
"that is the problem, anaxagoras," you cut him off, moving on from your yearning spell to being defensive of his criticism. "whether i'm in the wrong or not, the way you dismiss and belittle me for it still makes you an asshole."
he brushes off the insult with ease, "an asshole who's partner is speaking to him again. a net positive, if that slipped your mind."
the remark makes your brow raise. really? that was his mastermind idea?
"what, piss me off to make me stop talking to you, piss me off more to make me talk to you again? that didn't seem like a stupid plan to you?"
"if it was stupid, it wouldn't have worked," he says with a final tone, taking two more steps towards you until he's able to grasp your hand. one, two, each of your knuckles is kissed with intent. an apology in every touch.
"if for even a brief moment, you've questioned the severity of how much i crave you, i have my doubts about who is the true imbecile of this relationship."
never-mind. still an asshole.
༄ sunday:
✣ "my love," sunday begs, matching the way you speed your movements to try and shake him off.
you don't even react, staring straight ahead as your footsteps echoed on the sidewalk. according to sunday, the only thing worse than fighting with you was not hearing from you at all. in turn, you're not surprised at not only the level of desperation he feels to try and satiate your indignation, but the fact he hasn't stopped vying for your attention since the moment it originally started —
"two days, seventeen hours, thirteen minutes, and fifty one seconds," he starts with stiff timbre, "is more than enough time for us to sort out our disagreements, isn't it? i'm sure you're aware of how deeply remorseful i am by this point, darling."
still, your conviction is unwavering no matter how pathetic his displays become. he always tries to sweet talk and love-bomb his way back into your good graces, knowing how achromatic his entire world becomes the moment you're not with him.
images flicker in your mind, not conceived of your own imagination. the true magnitude of his grief is prevalent, as he normally would never allow his telepathy to be so carelessly mismanaged. in his frenzied state of trying to subdue his emotions, he's allowing his thoughts to leak from his brain without consequence.
barely perceivable, you glimpse at him for what must be a millisecond, but he hones in on the action like a starving animal.
a throb pierces your head ; more of a pleasant singe as opposed to any real pain. you stumble slightly from the unexpected feeling, and sunday is in front of you before you could even figure out you were going to hit the ground. a satisfied smile worms it's way onto his face as you land in his hold, and his arms constrict quickly so you have no chance of getting out.
"my angel," he coos with pleading eyes, covering the sides of your face from any bystanders. "i'll carve out my heart if that's what it takes to be blessed with your affection once more, but please don't deprive me of the melody from your lips."
you bite the inside on your cheek, glaring at him. even when you know he's trying to twist your heart to his liking, part of you can't help but want to just concede. the emptiness left behind from being adored by sunday isn't easily filled, not with nearly as much earnest emotion that he provides you. if nothing else, it wasn't a question if you were truly the world that he orbits.
with a sigh, you wriggle and push him away, standing straight up, noticing how the fabric of his gloves tightens from clenching his fist. you acquiesce in spite of better judgment, but still lace your first words with malice, "maybe if you got on your knees and asked nicely."
the instant the request is spoken into the air, he's on the ground, staring up at you with devotion so reverent you worry that ena is standing behind you. you quickly look around, praying that nobody sees such an insane display. you truly had thought he'd have too much pride to deny the outrageous suggestion.
"is this enough to placate your animosity? or would you rather i go further?" he asks with just enough smugness that you question whether or not it's actually there. maybe he's playing games, maybe he really is that needy, but it's gotten to a point you no longer can justify.
"for aeons sake, sunday. get off the ground," you groan, rubbing your temples. he complies easily, standing before you with happily fluttering wings and a pleased look on his face. even if you were annoyed, you were speaking to him, and you were sure he was filing this as a victory in his brain.
you roll your eyes and continue down the street, this time letting him follow next to you and grasp your hand in his own. you're not exactly happy about the outcome, but what's done is done. as a last jab as him, you grumble, "you're sleeping on the floor tonight."
"whatever you'd like, my love."
༄ blade:
✣ the buzzing of your electric toothbrush fills the bathroom as you finish getting ready for bed. even though nothing really happened today, every minute seemed to drag without your boyfriend by your side. no matter how many times you've begged him to at least send you a text to where he's gone when he gets pulled away for a mission, you're left worrying yourself sick every time he disregards your words.
evidently, actions are the only thing that will cause the gears in his brain to turn. if blade can't understand how you feel, then maybe a disappearing act of your own will shock him with realization. in turn, the past two days have felt like a horror survival game for you. avoiding blade is a task even his most slimy of enemies have a hard time achieving. when he knows your breathing like the creases on his palm, it becomes roughly twenty times harder. luckily, kafka had been in the mood to play and kept you in the loop of blade's general location while also concealing your own.
after rinsing off the bristles, you sigh and turn off the lights before heading for your bed. maybe you'll message blade tomorrow, try to get through by telling him it doesn't feel so good to ignored, does it?
when you click the remote to turn your fan on, two distinct eyes stare at you from behind it.
blade doesn't flinch at your ear-piercing scream. his gaze simply narrow as he slowly steps towards you, speaking lowly as if he's cornering his prey. which, considering the blood sprayed across his face like a careless painting, is exactly how you feel at the moment.
"did your time away give you what you desired?" he asks lowly and ice-cold. there's no room for joking in his tone. clearly your little game had irritated him to the highest extent.
you try to recollect yourself while dealing with what is going to be a very large problem. while you didn't expect him to be giddy once you were reunited, you also didn't think he'd be this irate.
"i couldn't locate you. no heat readings from your house, despite what's in front of me at this moment," he states grimly, close enough to grasp your chin in his hands. his eyes bore into yours with such intensity you feel as if it might light you aflame.
"… now you know how i feel?" you retort with a stiff chuckle, hoping to play it off like some ill-thought out joke.
he doesn't laugh.
his sword gracelessly drops to the floor as his other hand rests on the small of your back, pulling you closer. his forehead rests against your own, filled with such uncertainty that your entire theory seems like little more than cruelty towards your lover.
he lets out a shaky exhale, murmuring into the dark of the night, "even if you no longer decide i am needed, if this body is to no longer serve it's only purpose, there is nowhere in any galaxy where my hand will not reach you."
it's a promise he's made before, the one you hang on to during the nights where you're worried if he'll even return to you at all. this time though, the weight is much heavier. you don't know who he cleaved through in a mindless rampage to find you, and you're not sure you want to ever find out. all you know is how sincere he seemed to treat those words.
your lips part to apologize but he's on you faster than it can come out, kissing you with enough desperation to ensure you'll never try something like this again. when you whisper a quiet, "sorry," into the kiss, his hold on you tightens.
"never again," he says with a somber tone, as if he's already seeing flashes of the atrocities he'd commit if this were to ever occur once more. you can't help but agree internally, if not for the fear of everyone around you — never again, indeed.
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