[puyopiyo]

hello ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) welcome 2 my account! you can refer to me as piyo — i’m an 18yo who writes sometimes! .. i mainly do groups of characters in small, messy drabble like work (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

i have lots of interests, so it’s likely writing will fluctuate based on hyper-fixations. thank you for visiting my page ( ˊᵕˋ )♡

[puyopiyo]

lohen, who basically throws himself to the wolves anytime you’re upset at him to take his mind off of you. who genuinely loses his mind thinking about how desperately he misses your touch or voice, the wild hunt only serving as a dummy to burn his frustration and anxieties.

lohen, who is sweetly manipulative. who offers praise in a condescending manner, disguising his words with concern and affection, making it difficult to pull away from or distance from him. weaponized concern mhm.

lohen, who is obsessed with you. who monitors your every move, he’s memorized your routine, intentionally interacting with the people you’re closest to just so he can have a constant presence in your life, inserting himself into your personal space and violating any boundaries you may have so he can feel satisfied.

lohen, who thrives off of your distress. who can’t help but get off to the disappointment on your face once you uncover another lie he’s written into existence, nor can he disguise the rush of pleasure all from from the startled look of pain you give him when he goes too far during training.

lohen, who despite everything, can still be lovely. he’s a freak of nature, that much is true, but he also can’t help but act like a lost puppy sometimes, following you around like he wouldn’t know where to go otherwise, all handsy but playing it off as your imagination. always scattering kisses along your wrists, neck, or just about anywhere he can get his hands on, leaving his mark but also a reminder that he too can show gentle affection.

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interview

with a respectful dip of the head, she pulls her chair out, taking a seat in front of the individual. a participant in the infamous manor games — curiosity can’t help but lead her to chase answers, and here she is, trying to drain every last drop of information.

a rare opportunity at an interview like this needs to take as much as it can get, after all. nothing is left impossible, and so in her research, some questions draw unique reactions. these questions are noted down in her notebook.

“furthermore, (name), is it true you knew or engaged with y/n? what is, or was your relationship with them?

“ain’t got anythin’ to do with you,” norton huffed, demeanour shifting — the boy in front of her was already visibly grumpy, nothing unexpected from mr. campbell. however, at the mention of you, his eyes narrowed further, and he scoffed. “your attention is on me, yeah? so keep your head in your own damn business.” a defensive response which leaves no room to question further. she nods her head, clearing her throat and deciding to move on to a new topic. clearly, the mention of your name was a touchy subject on his part.

florians toothy grin widens at the mention of your name, a spark igniting in his almost bored expression, running a hand through his ashy blonde curls as he now audibly thinks with a ‘hummm’ sound. drawing out his prolonged thinking, probably to be annoying, he finally spoke after what felt like forever. “thats a surprising question! i definitely wasn’t expecting it,” a brief laugh escapes his lips, and she tenses up at his lack of response. still smiling, he places a hand on his chest, feigning hurt at the stern expression they show. “it wounds me that you think i wouldn’t give you an answer,” he tilted his head, leaning up against the table. “its true we got along, and who knows? maybe what you ask is true, maybe we were more than friends, maybe not. believe it or not, i’m not quite sure myself!” she sighs, nodding along to his .. confusingly discreet words. mr. brand was a relatively secretive guy regarding his personal life, so it was difficult to expect much in the first place.

“… what about them?” naibs body stiffens at the mention of you, but there is no change in the way he speaks. shifting in his seat, he furrows his eyebrows, body language reflecting one of strong emotion, even if his face remained blank. perhaps he noticed his body growing restless and obvious, because he cleared his throat to advert their attention to his words instead. “my relationship with other manor participants, or people in general, is … a concern only for myself.” he avoided naming you directly, however its clear he hoped to shift the topic back away from you. she complied with this unspoken request, moving on.

richard already had a growing disinterest in the interview, answers filled with indirect riddles and a hint of boredom, however at the mention of you, his expression shifted to one of amusement. “oh, them?” he chimes, arms crossed firmly as he leans back against the chair. it seemed he finally had some sort of interest reflected in his body language. “i’m their knight in shining armour of course, as i am for everyone else: but we’ve had more encounters, and perhaps the relationship i share with with my little princess does expand beyond the border of friendship. after all, i’m the light that saved them, it’d be impossible to not feel drawn toward that.” a much more tangible answer from the boy, which gives off the impression he wants to show off your dependence on him and his reliability as a quote on quote knight.

mike tilts his head, a curious look interrupting his wide grin as his mouth forms an o. within seconds, he regains his composure, and he smiles. “oh? hehe, wouldn’t you like to know, thats secret!” he teased, clasping his hands together as his normal smile returned. she responded to his joke with silence and a blank expression, which led him to speaking again. “not one for jokes? what a tragedy, but okaaay, okay! i won’t lie~ my feelings for them are overwhelming! like a bottle thats about to burst! they mean a lot to me, super-duper similar to how i feel about the hullabaloo, ya’know? i found a home with them,” he pauses, watching their attentive gaze shift to the notebook in front of them. the answer was direct, as expected from mr. morton, and got the point across. “how about that! happy with that answer, ms. interviewer?” she nods, which seems to satisfy the blonde boy, and with a smile leads to him swapping topics as quick as can be. noted.

luca had been fidgeting with a gadget for almost the entirety of the conversation, until at the mention of your name, his fingers stop, attention evidently attracted by the way he lifted his head in curiosity. “y/n…,” he echoed your name in a mutter, eyes flickering back to the device in hand. “i guess thats true.” he mumbled, shifting in his seat. she tilts her head in confusion at his answer, but the boy doesn’t seem to notice. “could you explain what you mean?” she asks politely, and the boy shakes his head. “i dun’no, they.. liked my work. so.. we talked a bit.” an answer that explained so little, and she sighed in response, nodding.

“my dearest!” emmas response is quick at the mention of your name, almost instinctive, clasping her hands together eagerly. she tilts her head at her unexpected enthusiasm. “are you close?” she takes the opportunity to ask, and emma nods in response. “well of course thats the case! we’d talk about many aspects of the beauty of nature, and eventually, our bond blossomed,” she hummed. “we put our heart and soul into caring for each other, so its only natural we’d be close.” she nods along to the gardeners words, listening as she politely goes on about you, not venturing into detail however not leaving room for uncertainty with her answers.

writing practice — concept inspiration taken from this post, however i got lazy so i’m posting it unfinished.

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love language

norton campbell — acts of service

norton isn’t good with words nor affection. the acts of love or praise feel so distant to him that he’s unsure how to act upon his feelings. but undoubtedly, he’s good at showing his adoration for you through his actions. the phrase actions speak louder than words certainly suits him, as he’ll take any means to make your life a little less of a burden, and unintentionally show his care. listening to you ramble even if begrudgingly, offering to take on tasks you may struggle with, bringing you gifts or taking you out despite his stinginess, anything he wouldn’t do for just anyone.

florian brand — quality time, physical touch

florian, early on, could be seen as distant. like no matter how much you adored each other, even through the smiles and attachment he showed toward you, there was something unseen, keeping the two of you at arms length. once you’re able to push past that, he’s a piece of work. he’s the type to show his affection through spending time with you constantly, allowing the two of you to be yourselves, vulnerable within each others presence. staying by your side through the late nights as you worked, taking stand beside you while you conversed with others, inviting you out on little outings or fun activities together. any way to spend time with you, he’s likely thought of. a bonus is that when he’s alone in your presence, he’s rather clingy, or very touchy. hands wrapped around your waist eagerly as he disrupts what you’re doing, kissing you while you try to pull away and whine about how he’s a distraction.

mike morton — physical touch, words of affirmation

mike is clingy. very, very much so. this boy does not know how to be separate from you. his hand is constantly in yours, or touching you in some way, and he’s always sat as close to you as possible, tapping on your thighs with a rhythm. he’s constantly plastering kisses all over your face, muttering words of praise between breathes. he’s a silly little tease with the way he expresses his feelings toward you, but its so important to him that you know how much he loves you, thus why he reminds you as often as possible

richard sterling — acts of service

richard, in a way similar to norton, isn’t quite sure how to express love. his way of showing love feels different, and can come off as overwhelming. it’s strong, whether through the way he monitors you constantly, or the way he sweet talks you and allows himself to be in control of many aspects of your life. he means it lovingly, because his way of showing his value toward you is by keeping you by his side, allowing you to belong to him in a sense. he’ll do anything to make you rely on him, doing small tasks or things for you so you don’t have to go out of your way, so that you’ll praise him for working so hard in your stead.

luca balsa — gift giving, quality time

luca doesn’t seem like the type to be good with words or showing much effort. it’s hard for him to keep his attention on anything other than the inventions he distracts himself with. so, in a way, he shows his love by mixing the two things he enjoys. by keeping you by his side while he works, even if its in silence, fumbling with gadgets by your side as you do your own thing. he’s the type to make his own gifts for you, something cute that he’d think you’d like, which noticeably also has a bunch of features he likes because he can’t help himself. he’s always spending time with you, giving you small trinkets to show he’s thinking of you, even if he seems absorbed in his own world.

naib subedar — acts of service

naib grew used to harsh conditions, so its easy to assume he wouldn’t be very good with words. however, even with his lack of prominent affection, hes very considerate of you, a true gentleman you could say. while he isn’t direct, and it’s hard for him to properly understand how to act, he tries his hardest. he’ll remember every detail of anything you’ve ever told him, sending you letters detailing the things he’s done while he’s gone, attached with little gifts or souvenirs that he thinks you’d enjoy, or things you’d prior mentioned, no matter how long ago. you’re constantly on his mind, the feeling making his heart race, and its a feeling he cant shake off. regardless of the tough display he puts on, with you, he’s gentle beyond measure.

ganji gupta — physical touch, quality time

ganji, i can imagine, likes affection, but hes shy when it comes to romance. the concept of being seen without going out of his way for it seems foreign. he’s the type to work super hard, all so that you’ll take notice and praise him, ruffling a hand through his hair as you tell him you’re pleased with his hard work. he’s not as direct as someone like mike per se, because i can imagine he’s scared of rejection, and it stresses him out a ton. he’s constantly edging his fingers closer to yours until you get the hint he wants to hold your hand, or standing close to you until you place yourself in front of him so he can hold you.

hernando romero — gift giving, words of affirmation

hernando is a charismatic man, constantly aiming to charm you with his words and actions. he’s flamboyant, the type to present a rose to you in the midst of the ring without an ounce of embarrassment, or the type to show you off with words of praise. he’s a flirt, no doubt, which brings me to believe he’d be the type to give many gifts, whether symbols of romance or simple things that caught his eye. his biggest gift toward you however, is his praise and reassurance. he’s constantly in awe of what you distract yourself with, with the clothes you wear or the way you display yourself, and he can’t help but compliment and flirt with you at any given opportunity. while he’s coy with his words, he’s also a good listener, the type that’s able to clear any doubt from your mind with the way he speaks of and to you.

ithaqua — physical touch, acts of service

ithaqua seems as though he craves physical touch because he’s only had a single stable source of it. he doesn’t want to let go of you, feeling the need to keep you as close as possible so theres no chance he can lose you. that, and he doesn’t seem to mind taking care of you, or going out of his way to ensure your safety or comfort. to him, you’re his warmth, and even if hes unable to express that through words, it’s prevalent through his actions and attachment to you.

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yuji, who only knows how to treat you like a princess. who, above all else, is a man who respects you more than anything and wants to spoil you to prove it. he’ll hold doors open for you without a word, slide his way onto the edge of the sidewalk facing the road, carry the numerous shopping bags you’ve accumulated on his arm, anything that makes life just a bit easier, or less inconvenient for you.

megumi, who worries about you too much. he’ll notice you carrying a bag, worry it might be too heavy, and reach his hand out and offer to carry it without a thought. who notices a change in posture, or an inbalance in the way you typically perform your routine. he wants to be someone you can rely on, someone who you can allow yourself to be vulnerable with.

yuta, who is needy, but he doesn’t like asking. he doesn’t want to be a burden, but its obvious how he feels by the way he looks at you. the way he blinks slowly in your direction, mind hazy from how much hes yearning to be in your arms. fidgeting with his sleeve, laughing off words from the people around him, unable to give a proper response because hes too busy trying to fight the thoughts in his head.

choso, who kisses you, so, so much. who, before parting ways to even do something simple like run downstairs to grab snacks, cusps your face within his hands, placing his lips against whichever spot he prefers today. his favorite spot? your forehead. he’ll move the bangs from your face with a hand, eyes soft as he admires you in the moments before kissing you.

suguru, who doesn’t mind taking care of you. who, by the look in your eyes, or a simple gesture such as the way you move your hands when explaining, can tell if something is off. he’s tentative, and he’s got every detail marked down to the core. he’s the type of surprise you with your favorite meal if you act slightly off, and doesn’t mind being more gentle with his touch. he doesn’t baby you, or force the words out — quietly, he’ll wait for you to speak to him about your troubles, rubbing circles on your wrist, strumming a handful of fingers through your hair with a hum.

satoru, who is cocky, however loses that cockiness when he has to put his feelings for you into words. he’d been pining for months, and thought it over hundreds of times, thinking it’d be easy. but in the moment, he’s a mess, fumbling with his hands and laughing it off awkwardly as he tries to confess without sounding like hes joking, but also speaking in a way that makes him seem like he is joking about wanting to take you out; conclusion? he isn’t very good at this. the confession was a spur of the moment thing, something that he’d blurted out unintentionally, and now, he realized he had to actually deal with the consequences.

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yuji, who, when it comes to you-doesn’t seem to feel shame at all. who, upon seeing you halfway across campus, waves and flails his arms, stumbling his way toward you with stars in his eyes. you return his eagerness with a scowl, to which he takes as a sign to shut up with a nervous grin. while one problem regarding his tone had been solved, unfortunately for you, the attention of anyone and everyone had already been placed on the two of you.

megumi, who collapses into your arms the moment he returns to you. who puts his whole wait on you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder as if he were a baby. he’ll mutter into the crook of your neck, lazily speaking in a way that comes out slurred from his lack of effort. the only thing he wants to do is rest in your arms.

yuta, whose love language is quality time. who could sit in a room with you for hours in dead silence, occupying yourselves with different activities. he likes being in your presence, he wants to be near you, to know you’re safe and close.

choso, who prepares meals for you. who makes sure you’re taken care of. he’ll prepare your favorite foods in a cute little bento box, a line of fabric wrapped into a bow to keep it tucked safely in your bag. your health is so so important to him, and ensuring you eat properly is always the top priority on his mind.

suguru, who flirts like its a sport. who, out of nowhere with a lazy smile and low tone, will compliment the determined look on your face. who leans in too close when guiding your hands, breath hot against your neck. he’ll always brush the action off with a warm smile, but understands the feeling it leaves you with.

satoru, who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. he continuously finds excuses to make physical contact with you — sliding an arm around your waist to guide you slightly in another direction and not letting go afterwards, leaning in to pretend smelling your shampoo, instead bombarding your face with kisses to try to draw your attention. studying? too bad, suddenly hes putting all his weight on you, muttering nonsensical complaints. cooking? he’s standing behind you, head placed upon your shoulder as he noisily asks dumb questions and slows you down.

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help me — spider troubles!

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what would you do if i said i was in love with you?

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pet names

enjin

he primarily calls you baby in a plethora of tones, ranging from a whiny voice to an attractive ‘oh shit, i’m doomed’ tone. sometimes he’ll dabble in calling you princess or gorgeous in certain situations or when he wants to switch it up a little.

imagine he’s got you pinned up against the wall, a hand trapping both your wrists hanging above your head. leaning down to meet your gaze, theres a mischievous grin on his face. “look at you, baby. so gorgeous.” he hummed, using his free hand to fumble with the zipper of your uniform. “well then, let’s head out.”

zanka

at first he’s definitely shy about calling you pet names, especially in front of others. he isn’t embarrassed about it, don’t get me wrong. he’s just nervous — however gradually he’d get used to it and realize that love is something everyone experiences, so he shouldn’t be embarrassed.

primarily he’d call you love, but switches to saying sweetheart or darling depending on the conversation / occasion ..

imagine laying in bed together, you’re giggling stories and recounting memories aloud to zanka, while he listens quietly with a soft smile, acknowledging your words with a ‘mmmh’ and ‘yeah?’ mid sentence, he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, and begins murmuring quietly. “.. yer life is so much more entertainin’ than mine,” he paused mid sentence, placing a kiss against your skin. “how d’ya even handle it, huh, love?”

tamsy

angel, dear, honey .. endearing nicknames in a soft spoken tone, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.

“angel,” he coo’s, rubbing circles against the palm of your hand. his touch is gentle, and his head tilts, eyes softening in your direction. “are you hungry? shall we grab something to eat? hmmm, dear?”

semiu

my girl, darling .. if she’s coddling or pampering you, she’ll call you baby

imagine she finds you in your room slouched against your desk, eyes barely open as you read through your papers. she closes the door quietly behind her, sliding her hands around your upper waist. “there’s my girl,” she’d hum, twirling a strand of your hair within her fingers. “seem’s like we both had a long day today.”

jabber

calls you dollface or pretty girl — he’s absolutely addicted to the way you look, every little detail about you has him hooked and he makes that known.

imagine training with him — he pins you down with the biggest grin, mankiras claws inches from your face but he pulls away, humming in a sing song tone. “relaaaax. wouldn’t wanna mess up my pretty girls face, now would i?”

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blinded by how good you look while speaking

enjin

hella impressed. looks you up and down a few times before making a comment. “fuuuck, you’re killing me. do you always look like that?” instantly realizes his comment might come off bad, then rephrases. “look that good i mean.” crosses his arms, wearing a big, giddy ass smirk the rest of your conversation. his eyes find themselves wandering occasionally just so he doesn’t miss out on your extra shine today.

rudo

extremely expressive. wide eyed, gobsmacked. “.. what the.” literally staring at you like you’re a goddess. you could ask him a question and he’s so absorbed in admiring your features that he doesn’t even notice. when snapping back to reality, he’s completely red in the face, repeating his words and apologizing for zoning out like a broken record. “wha— i- yeah, i .. i agree? i- i think?”

zanka

completely thrown off to the point he gets all flustered and fidgety. makes attempts to pretend he isn’t distracted, but immediately loses track of whatever you were saying, and just stares awkwardly for a few moments. “.. uh.. s- shit, what were’ya sayin’?” subtly keeps looking your way. he regrets acknowledging the way you smile and look at him, because now it’s all he can think about.

gris

attempts to stay professional. stares for a bit before adjusting himself. he’s calm and collected, but his responses come slower. its obvious he can’t focus properly. subconsciously finding himself staring more often than he’d like, mentally lecturing himself about it afterward.

tamsy

shifts his weight, eyes widening for a split second before regaining composure. if you call him out, he admits his fascinations. “i can’t help but notice you’re looking quite nice today, aren’t you?” he coos, tilting his head. twirls his hair in his fingers a bit while smiling at you as you continue on.

jabber

raises an eyebrow, then laughs it off immediately, muttering some vague shit loud enough for you to hear — “damn! are you tryin’ to throw me off on purpose??” stares at you with a huge, freaky grin that shows he is no longer listening to what you’re saying, too busy watching your lips move as you speak (well, likely lecturing now)

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period troubles

“d’ya need anything? i can bring over s’more snacks, or rewarm yer heatin’ pad?” your anxious boyfriend fumbled with his hands in his lap, foot tapping repeatedly against the hardwood floor. he adjusted your blanket, plopping his head against the soft fabric to rest against your lap, tilting his head to look up at you.

“zanka, i’m okay, promise.” you responded, giggling—reaching a hand toward his head, your fingers went wild, ruffling his hair into a mess. he flinched, whether the sudden heat your hand provided startled him, or the touch itself caught him off guard.

“you’ve already done enough, baby, you’ve been sitting here for ages taking care of me.”

“… hey, hey—“ he cleared his throat with a grunt “—take this seriously, ‘n leave the hair alone. i hav’ta see enjin soon.” his voice came out with a half-assed irritated tone, swatting your hand away with barely an ounce of strength. he lifted his head. to someone who didn’t have the experience of dealing with periods before, he wasn’t entirely sure how to act. was he supposed .. act normal? or fuss over you like an overly loving boyfriend? sure, the latter wasn’t quite his taste, but he wouldn’t mind enduring it for you. he was quite obviously conflicted, anyone could notice. at first, he had been antsy and nervous, following you around like a puppy, as if you’d break at any moment. like you were as fragile as glass, not allowing you to handle anything on your own. he’d even gone as far as to ask riyo for advice on what to do when it’s your time of month. riyo in response, of course, teased him with comments. he shivered. ‘what a cute lover boy you are, zanka.’

just remembering the comment left him flustered—mustering all his self restraint together, he decided against hiding his expression in his hands.

“.. right, i gotta head out now, ‘kay?” he rose to his feet, not yet taking away his hands from your face. his fingers were typically cold, and the countless years of training and fighting had left his hands much rougher. but even with his rough fingers cradling your face, his touch was gentle. for a few seconds, he stared. you were warm, and he found himself wanting to collapse atop of you and nap the day away .. and for a few moments, he wondered why he couldn’t just do that.

“zanka?”

right, he had to see enjin.

“mmh, sorry. yeah, duty calls,” he hummed, pulling away from you. he hesitated before quickly leaning back in, moving your bangs and placing a kiss on your forehead. his eyes narrowed, observing the way you looked all comfortable in your bed, clutching a spare pillow against your stomach. he didn’t understand how you could beam such a cute smile his direction considering the pain your cramps had been giving you. once again, he caught himself staring, but snapped back to reality all on his own this time.

“love you, if’ya need anything, call me, yeah?”