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~ Headcanons ~
Bnha/Mha
Aizawa
Aizawa with a fat reader
Bakugo
Bakugo with a fat reader
Dabi
Dabi with a fat reader
Hawks
Hawks with a fat reader
Kirishima
Kirishima with a fat s/o
Iida
Iida with a fat reader
Mirio
Mirio with a fat reader
Shinso
Shinso with a fat reader
Tamaki
Tamaki with a fat s/o
BSD
Atsushi
Atsushi with a fat reader
Free!
Natsuya
Natsuya with a fat s/o
Makoto
Makoto with a fat reader
Rin
Rin with a fat s/o
Haikyu!!
Asahi
Asahi with a fat reader
Atsumu
Atsumu with a fat reader
Bokuto
Bokuto with a fat reader
Kuroo
Kuroo with a fat reader
Lev
Lev with a fat s/o
Oikawa
Oikawa with a fat reader
Sakusa
Sakusa with a fat s/o
Ushijima
Ushijima with a fat s/o
Jujutsu Kaisen
Choso
“When your dad makes you cry because he’s a dishonest, two-faced piece of poop you would forgive so easily if only he cared enough to see how deeply he has been hurting you but he’s not going to and he’ll probably never change and will continue to put you through increasingly emotionally/physically devastating and insecure situations”
“What made me so easy to throw away?”
“When you get sad because you can see how your siblings grow to resent you because your abusive parents gave them a different reality than they gave you, and it almost always feels like you’re in the midst of wolves. You could do one thing and they’ll all jump at you, and even if you have a million and one reasons to understand and empathize with them, it doesn’t stop it from hurting so much you feel your heart being crumpled”
Nanami
“When your dad makes you cry because he’s a dishonest, two-faced piece of poop you would forgive so easily if only he cared enough to see how deeply he has been hurting you but he’s not going to and he’ll probably never change and will continue to put you through increasingly emotionally/physically devastating and insecure situations”
“When you get sad because losing your parents, however beneficial it may be for you overall, can very well mean losing the only family you’ve ever known”
Sukuna
“When your dad makes you cry because he’s a dishonest, two faced piece of poop you would forgive so easily if only he cared enough to see how deeply he has been hurting you but he’s not going to and he’ll probably never change and will continue to put you through increasingly emotionally/physically devastating and insecure situations”
Toji
“When your dad makes you cry because he’s a dishonest, two faced piece of poop you would forgive so easily if only he cared enough to see how deeply he has been hurting you but he’s not going to and he’ll probably never change and will continue to put you through increasingly emotionally/physically devastating and insecure situations”
“What made me so easy to throw away?”
Mystic Messenger
Jumin
Jumin with a fat MC
Obey Me!
Lucifer
Lucifer with a fat MC
Lucifer prompt #23 and #28 - Heartless
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Mammon
Mammon with a fat MC
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Levi
Levi with a fat MC
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Satan
Satan with a fat MC
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Asmodeus
Asmodeus with a fat MC
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Beelzebub
Beelzebub with a fat MC
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Belphegor
Belphie with a fat MC
Belphie’s Soliloquy
Belphie’s Soliloquy except it’s the version that hopefully works out beautifully on the app
“When your family is very adamant on limiting your contact with the outside world”
Diavolo
Diavolo with a fat MC
Simeon
Simeon with a fat MC
The Hope for a Fall
“I see heaven in you”
Solomon
Solomon with a fat MC
Twisted Wonderland
Malleus
- Malleus with a fat/chubby/plus-size MC
Longer Pieces
Attack on Titan:
Levi - prompt #05 “I will find her, or I will die trying.” (fluff)
Hey yall! I know, it’s been quite a while. My situation at home is about to improve inshallah. which means I’ll have to abandon this blog and whatever accounts I had while i was with my family. All of my work will still be up, I’ll just make a new account and continue writing there. Thank you for the memories and for the love!
itoshi rin, itoshi sae (separate) x gn!reader. hurt/comfort. cursing. fucked up parents/home situation (you), insecurity, crying after going to see your not so great parents ends not so nicely. i might make a pt 2?? cigarette daydreams.
tagging: @hyomagiri, @yoimyas
rin itoshi is angry.
knowing him, this is no surprise. it’s written all over his face—spoken through the furrowing of his brows, clenching of his jaw, the popping of a vein in his forehead.
you curl up next to him on the porch steps of his childhood home, knees pulled up to your chest in a mockery of his own, still used even to this day. you look so small, so fragile in comparison to the person he’d seen just earlier today, before you’d gone to visit your parents—reluctantly—at their request.
you’d called him, half an hour ago with the wind blowing into your mic, strong enough to dry up the tears he just knew were there—he could hear it in your voice, wobbly as you asked him to come pick you up, that you were just down the street you grew up on. the way you sniffled when he told you he’d be right there, he could practically see you frantically wiping at your eyes.
they were swollen, your eyelids. it wasn’t as if you were trying to hide it from him, no, ‘cause the second he’d gotten there, you’d wrapped your arms around him and held. they were soundless, your cries, shoulders trembling just enough to be considered tremors from the cold.
“...i just, i knew what i was getting into, when i said yes. i knew, rin. and i just, i’m so stupid–”
“bullshit.”
you shake your head, burying your head against your knees in your own form of self-comfort.
“i just wish they were better. i wanted them to change.”
“that’s their own problem, not yours. they fucked up.”
“i know.”, you respond, because what else is there to say? complaining won’t help, god fucking knows you’ve done enough of that, and crying about it isn’t doing you any good either. rin’s not exactly the kind of person to lean over and comfort you, say it’s not your fault even though you know that already.
“you don’t need those assholes.”, he mutters from beside you, just as the rain starts coming down around the two of you. it’s almost completely drowned out by the pitter patter of water droplets and their impact with the pavement, so much so that you could’ve easily imagined it.
“i know.”, you respond, once again at a loss; you’re tired.
“you’ve got me. and my parents. and..even my brother, i guess.”, your itoshi says, prompting a glance-over from you which seems to scare him a little bit. it’s easy to forget, sometimes, with how open he is with you, that rin struggles with talking about..feelings, and all that sappy shit.
“i know.”
“fucking assholes,”
you glance over at your boyfriend, itoshi sae, who’s gripping the steering wheel hard enough that the leather is making a weird creaking sound—his knuckles, too, are stark white, veins prominent as they travel up his forearm and into muscle.
this wouldn’t be the first time you see him so aggravated, but it’s hard not to notice how bad it is tonight. elbow resting against the edge of the open car window, hand up and covering the lower half of his face, sae is radiating exasperation, and you’re just a little worried that saying the wrong thing will set him off in your direction, even though said exasperation is for your sake.
you’re seated on the passenger side, looking out your window and trying your best to zone in on the music playing faintly on his speakers.
sae was so fucking thoughtful, having come over to pick you up the moment you’d shot him a we’re done. dinner was nice. message just after seven thirty even though he had practice early tomorrow. so thoughtful in the way he tugged open the passenger door and shot your parents a dirty look as you climbed in, so fucking thoughtful in the way he leaned over you and buckled you in, patting your head ever so gently as he landed a kiss on your temple, so perceptive even this late at night.
you’d told him, obviously, everything they’d said over an obviously overprepped meal; shots at you, at your friends, at your fucking boyfriend—your grades, your job, making every little thing about themselves and comparing you to that nice guy that lives down the street. through tears, you bear to him years of pent up insecurity, things he’s heard before that he knows will take a lot to get rid of.
things the two of you had been working on, all burned to a crisp by those who were supposed to love you endlessly.
your silence is loud, piercing, because although the two of you weren’t necessarily loud, sae took pleasure in listening to you speak, ramble on or complain about even the most unrelated bullshit. he knew you were forcing back tears, knew his vulgarity wouldn’t help you or fix a damn thing, but he was really fucking bad at this.
“they’re not worth your fucking time,” he starts, glancing over at you the moment you’re caught at a red light. it takes you a second to realize he’s looking at you, and you have to double take—but the way your eyes glaze over at his words, he panics.
“i wouldn’t waste my fucking time on someone as mediocre as the person they say you are.” the leather creaks again, he’s struggling, but for you he’d do just about anything. “they need to fix their fucking eyes. i’m surprised you aren’t as much of a dick as i am.”
this urges a breathy chuckle—half-hearted, given the dry tears crusting on your cheeks, the itchiness of your eyes after rubbing at them so frequently. “you’re not a dick, sae.”, you sniffle, and move to wipe at your eyes again just as he holds out his right hand over the console.
“right. so don’t let those old geezers decide what you are, either.”
Hi I'm really scared to ask this but um Ramadan is almost over so I was thinking how would nanami react to a Muslim s/o where she wears her scarf and everyone else is confused about it but he like explains how it works and is very supportive of her. like I said I'm scared of how you would react to this.please ignore it if you feel uncomfortable,it won't change my opinion about your work, your work and personality have a special place in my heart and nothing would change that (sorry that was very long)
Hey there luv❤
first of all, please don’t be scared, ‘kay? This is a safe space and all are welcome here; especially if they don’t feel welcome elsewhere.
That being said, I really really hope I got everything right in this and that you can find yourself accepted and welcome with this reader insert. If anything, we love to have you here and please don’t hesitate to ever come to us if you need anything at all – from maybe words of encouragement to maybe another specific request? Either way, thank you for putting your trust in us and being here✨
You are valid. You are loved. You are appreciated – mesu.
[ps. this imagine was brought to you by Tsuda Kenjirō whispering sweet nothings into my ear.]
Nanami Kento x f!reader
“By the way, (Y/N), why don’t you ever take that scarf of yours off?” Itadori asked, innocently enough.
Your body tensed and you grabbed the handle of the car’s door unconsciously. You had dreaded the mention of your attire ever since you were put in charge of taking care of the first years together with your boyfriend Nanami, given Gojō‘s preoccupation with whatever special grade curse was eager to make their presence known at that moment.
Currently, you were crowded together in Ijichi’s car after a long field trip; Fushiguro, Nobara and Itadori in the back row; Nanami on the wheel while you were riding shotgun.
In short, you were left with no room to escape.
“I...,” you started off, struggling to find the right words. Would they laugh at you? You didn’t take them for a bigoted bunch, but there was always a certain.. lack of understanding in people’s reactions. Even if they wouldn’t laugh, they certainly wouldn’t look at you the same anymore. They never did.
Why would you wear it, if you don’t have to?
Surely, it’s just because you’re self-conscious about your appearance.
Are you bald underneath it?
Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to get any sound over your lips. An all too familiar feeling of nausea spread in your stomach, when—
“Actually, nowadays it is mostly referred to as a hijab.”
Your head shot up, eyes wide open as you took in your boyfriend’s profile, who stoically gazed at the road ahead.
“To my understanding, women of Muslim belief wear it to show their dedication to their god Allah. It is also said to protect them from the male gaze…”
“Well, it does look cool when Y/N-sensei wears it,” Nobara muttered under her breath, already well aware that proposing the use of hijab as a mere fashion statement most likely wouldn’t sit right with you.
“Huh, Allah? That’s such a cool name for a god, even if it’s hard to pr— oi, don’t hit me Fushiguro!” Itadori rubbed his aching shoulder.
“Your lack of proper pronunciation may insult Y/N-sensei.” Fushiguro simply shrugged.
Not really registering the ruckus on the back seat, you couldn’t help staring at Nanami in disbelief. You had never actually talked about your faith and religious background so far since he never asked and you just assumed that — given Japan’s majority in Buddhist and Shinto belief — he just didn’t care all that much for another religion. Apparently, you had been blatantly wrong in that regard, as Nanami continued his monologue, eyes never straying from the road.
“It doesn’t surprise me that Japan’s education system cut short on that as it seems… Either way, we live in such a fickle and unrelenting world that expressions of faith and belonging can save people from a lot of harm. And Y/N here actually shares her belief with about a quarter of the entire world’s population.”
Nanami stopped the car at a red light and turned to you, a gentle smile on his lips. You felt his hand on yours, pressing it in a calming manner as he turned back to your students.
“In my opinion, faith can prevent a lot of negative emotions and therefore possible cursed energy from forming. So, you could say that Y/N and people like her actively work against more curses coming into existence, even if they are not aware that they’re doing exactly that. And I for once think that’s a wonderful thing.”
“Nanami…,” you finally brought over your lips. Your heart got heavier by the minute, not having expected any of these words. Your faith was something very close to your heart and you hadn’t hoped for any kind of understanding on his part at all. Now, being told that your community actively prevented new curses from being born was a perspective you had never even considered before.
Nanami gifted you a fleeting smile before he turned his attention back to the road.
“If you’re interested in learning more about it all, you better consult Y/N, though. She’s the expert here after all.”
And just like that the tension which had been building up in your chest vanished in thin air. For the rest of the trip back to the school, you had to answer every nagging question Itadori could come up with. At times, even Fushiguro chimed in with in-depth follow-ups and by the time you arrived back on school grounds you had promised Nobara to show her how to put on different styles of your headwear.
When you finally sent your students on their merry way home, you turned to Nanami just to find him gazing at you fondly.
“I’m on your side, Y/N, as long as you allow me to.”
▸ marriage au, domestic tooth-rotting fluff, super brief (literally a sliver of) angst and hurt/comfort towards the end but happy ending
as your husband, alhaitham is devoted to upholding you in the light that you deserve
if alhaitham wasn't paying attention when he entered the bedroom, then he would have either tripped over your legs, at best, or stepped on your toes, at worst. lucky for you, he is always paying attention. so when alhaitham comes in, he takes a moment to assess the scene before him: you're laying facedown on the floor amid clothing you've haphazardly strewn about, as though someone with an anemo vision broke in, knocked you unconscious, and left in a panicked flurry.
it's with a sigh that he steps around the mess before joining you on the floor, his cheek pressed against his palm and his elbow propped up on one knee. "what are you doing, love?"
"picking an outfit," you murmur, lifting your head just enough for your words to be audible.
"and did you pick something?"
"no. none of my hijabs match and i'm frustrated. everything looks bad today."
alhaitham doesn't let a moment pass when he says, "you look beautiful in anything."
you spring up from the ground in an instant that if alhaitham hadn't memorized all your mannerisms long ago, he might've been startled by how quickly you moved.
"how calculative of you, my beloved! i don't need flattery, i need something to wear," you cry, resorting to theatrics that remind him a little too much of his old roommate.
"anything goes well with what you have on now," he simply says. the clarity in his words tell you that he's honest, though alhaitham scarcely ever says anything he doesn't mean. you'd appreciate the small white lie every now and then, but you've come to adore his frankness. it's refreshing and in good faith, often steering you away from meaningless arguments that typically arise between married couples.
"really?" you say, tilting your head to the side.
"of course."
alhaitham places a kiss on your temple and it never fails to make your insides flutter. apart from being a loving gesture from husband to wife, that specific show of affection often reminds you of your grandparents. it was how your grandfather always greeted your grandmother, even if she was just entering the room.
"well, if you say it's alright, i suppose it is."
your husband's reassurance reinstates your resolve and you rise to your feet, suddenly remembering a matter that was slightly more important than your attire. "right, we should get the pilaf ready now. ummi said to bring about 8 to 10 servings, yes?"
alhaitham stands as well, nodding. "she's been boasting to all the relatives about how wonderful your cooking is."
"our cooking," you correct, your brows slowly knitting together. "does ummi even know you're much better at it than me?"
"no. i tell her you do it on your own."
you click your tongue. "i won't stand for lying in this household, my beloved. but mark my words, i'll get so much better at cooking that i won't need your help anymore!"
in your presence, it's hard for him to keep emotion from showing on his face. the motivating fire in your eyes involuntarily makes the corners of his lips twitch.
"you are aware that ummi doesn't care if you can cook or not?"
"i'm perfectly aware, but i care. later in life, i'd like to be a doting grandmother who's always cooking for her grandchildren."
alhaitham chuckles, adding this to his mental list of all the things you wish for in the life you shared. you didn't know, but he has vowed to make them come true for you no matter the time it takes.
"we don't have children of our own yet and you're already thinking of our grandchildren?" he says, a brow raised.
"it's good to be ready for anything. isn't that so, my beloved?"
with the concentration of a surgeon performing heart surgery, you take extreme caution in plating the food you'd be bringing to ummi's gathering later that evening. alhaitham's distant cousins will be coming as well and you went on and on about how you have to keep up airs because you were praised so much for the plating at the last gathering—even though it wasn't actually you that decorated the plate, but dehya, who happened to have an undiscovered knack for it.
after wrapping up the meal prep, you disappear into the bedroom to finish getting ready. as usual, it takes a tad bit longer than you claim and alhaitham patiently waits in the foyer.
when you finally do emerge from the hall, your husband's eyes soften and he presses his lips into a thin line as if to keep from laughing. "are you forgetting something, love?"
his question catches you off-guard and you freeze. "hm? did i forget something... napkins? did we have to bring napkins?"
his silence urges you to keep guessing.
"oh no, was it plates? did ummi ask us to bring plastic plates so she won't have to bother with the dishes?!"
alhaitham can practically see the worry manifest on your face. you're thinking about how there are no plastic plates at home, which means the two of you would need to stop by the supermarket, but the supermarket that sells plastic plates is one in the opposite direction of ummi's home, and considering that it's a sunday, it might be crowded and—
"love?" he interrupts. he takes a step towards you, holding you by the shoulder to make you face the oval mirror that hung on the wall in the foyer. "your hijab?"
you gasp at your reflection, a furious blush creeping across your face as you realize how utterly foolish you were for forgetting the one thing you were losing your mind over earlier. the shock lasts only for a few seconds though, before you register your silly oversight as humor and burst out laughing.
"oh, 'haitham, what would i do without you!" you laugh, running back to the bedroom.
alhaitham shakes his head to himself, but in truth, he deeply cherishes moments like these. it makes him happy that you rely on him, that you lean on him like this.
when you return, you have a scarf that resembles his emerald eyes and it doesn't take long for him to recognize it's the one he gifted you on the day he visited your parents to ask for your hand in marriage. you stand in front of the mirror, expertly wrapping the scarf around your head as he watches in quiet awe.
"what is it, my beloved?" you catch him staring from the reflection in the mirror, but alhaitham looks only at you.
"you're beautiful," he says, with the same immediacy in which he spoke with previously.
"hmm," you turn your head to observe the finished look, double-checking to ensure the pins are fastened in place. "you don't think i look like a beansprout today?"
alhaitham frowns. it's what you like to call yourself on the days you find self-deprecation funny—but not once has he ever found humor in it. perhaps because he knows it was how you were made fun of in your adolescence when a handful of kids couldn't understand your decision to start dressing modestly. you wouldn't say that you suffered because of it, but appearances, more often times than not, had an impact on a young girl's self-esteem. even though it may not be something that deeply troubles you now as an adult, alhaitham knows there are days when covering your hair feels like a heavier task than usual.
once more, alhaitham grips your shoulders, turning you to face him now.
"you're beautiful," he repeats for the third time that day, convinced that the number of times he iterates it will never cheapen its meaning.
"there is honor in you wearing this," he adds quietly, gently running his fingers down the length of the fabric as he would to your strands of hair when it's just the two of you at home. "honor that i will never know."
the weight of his words don't fall lightly on you and in that moment, you wonder how it's possible that a love so all-encompassing could exist.
you take your hands in his, unable to find the words to respond with. alhaitham leans forward to kiss your forehead and in a silent prayer, you wish that this habit will persist—that when your grandchildren bears witness to alhaitham's affection for you, they too will hope to find a love like this.
itoshi sae does not exaggerate. he finds the whole idea of making a big deal out of nothing to be repulsive.
still, he swears that he feels physically ill whenever you’re not around.
(it’s the first reason of many he’ll ever give you when you tell him you have to leave for more than a day.)
“my head hurts.”
you don’t even look at him.
he frowns, “my head hurts a lot.”
“that’s too bad,” you say absentmindedly, “you should take some medicine for that.”
“i already did.” (he did not.) “it didn’t do anything.” (because he doesn’t need it.)
his frowns deepens when he notices you’re still focused on packing your things in a duffel bag. (his duffel bag. the one he was sure he’d hidden from you. the one you weren’t supposed to find.)
he calls out your name. his expression softens when you look at him.
“my stomach hurts.”
his lips quirk up just a tiny bit when you give him an annoyed look.
“sae.”
“my stomach really hurts.” he whines, slumping against the bed. a smile spreads through his lips when you cross your arms.
“you should take some medicine for that,” you frown, “even if you are sick, i have to go to this field trip.”
he takes out one of your shirts from the duffel bag, “says who?”
“my teacher.” you pry it off his hands, “my grade.”
you stick your tongue out at him, stuffing your shirt back into the bag, “my conscience.”
“but you’ll be gone for too long,” he sighs dramatically.
“it’s literally just two days.” you deadpan.
“like i said,” he pouts, “too long.”
you sigh, moving to sit down on the bed, “i’ll bring you a souvenir.”
a smile tugs at your lips when he perks up. you reach out to run your hand through his hair.
sae leans into your touch, “i’d rather have you stay than have a stupid souvenir.”
you hum, “wanna know a secret?”
he nods, curiosity swimming in his eyes. a small smile blooms on his lips.
“i kinda really don’t wanna go.” you mumble.
“just stay, then.” he tugs you closer to him.
you sigh, slumping against him. “i can’t. it’s worth a chunk of my grade.”
sae frowns, flicking your forehead, “just say you had a family emergency.”
“i said that last time.” you click your tongue. “i don’t think my teacher would believe that again.”
an amused laugh leaves his lips. “say you’re sick, then.”
“don’t tell me what to do,” you tease, “besides i may or may not have already told my teacher i’d go.”
sae sits up, a look of disbelief on his face, “you what?”
“i already said i’d go,” you sheepishly smile at him.
sae flops back onto the bed, brows furrowed and pouting, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“you would’ve insisted you were sick to stop me from going,” you lean over him. “like you were doing a while ago.”
he looks away from you, flushing. “i don’t know what you mean.”
you smile, poking his nose, “i’m sure you don’t.”
he bites back a smile when you press a quick peck on his cheek.
“but if you were feeling sick, i know you’d go take some medicine instead of exaggerating just to get me to stay.”
he pouts. your smile widens. he tugs you down towards him, “you suck.”
“yeah, yeah, whatever,” you laugh.
you lay on his chest for a while, sae’s arms snug around you. he rests his cheek on top of your head.
“do you really have to go?”
“‘m afraid so,” you sigh, nuzzling into him. “i promise i’ll text you whenever i can.”
“you better,” he smiles, “you also have to call me.”
“i promise i will.” you laugh.
you squeak when he squeezes you, laughter leaving his lips.
“sae.” you mumble.
“yeah?”
you lift yourself off his chest, looking at him. “i have to finish packing.”
he groans, “finish later. you should nap with me instead.”
you playfully stick your tongue out at him. “you and i both know if i take a nap with you i’m never going to finish packing.”
he shrugs, sighing, “it was worth a shot.”
you sit up, brows raising in surprise when sae sits up after you.
“just because i’m not gonna nap doesn’t mean you can’t,” you tilt your head to the side.
sae stretches his arms up, yawning, “if i help you pack, you’ll take a nap with me sooner.”
he gingerly cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. he hums against your lips.
“besides,” he pulls away, smiling, “if i help you pack, you’ll have to bring me back a souvenir as a reward.”
you laugh, “if you say so.”
sae’s not much help with packing. he just unceremoniously stuffs your remaining clothes into the duffel bag, scoffing when you tell him he’s doing it wrong.
(still, you bring him back a souvenir when you come home from your trip. as a way to both thank him for helping you pack, and as an apology because you’ll have to go on another trip soon.)
feat. sae itoshi x gn! reader
genre: fluff? angst? one sided pining (maybe)
a/n: my sae pining agenda! if you'd like to, please listen to this! while reading
dedicated to mari!! @yoisagi big hugs and hearts for u !!!
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It's incredulous just how much Sae loves you. Even more so how oblivious you are to those feelings, the ones he's been trying to make known to you for a while now.
Brief glances. Red ears. Enlarged pupils.
Undivided attention reserved just for you.
Are you truly unaware or just playing pretend?
He can't tell. And some part of him doesn't want to dig deeper and find out because he doesn't know if he'll be able to handle the rejection. Mental fortitude is something he can apply for soccer games only, and he's never really suffered a defeat that truly instigated the need to mourn.
Most of the time, he'll try consoling himself on not having you. Better friends than strangers right? But the avalanche of emotion in his heart rushes out of the shadows, revealing itself and soon transforming into furious anger.
Towards himself, of course. Not you. No, never you.
Pathetic. Coward. So much resent. Why does he have to settle for this reality? He's always gotten what he wanted, but you're different. Gentle. Kindhearted. Respectful. A stark contrast to his personality. It makes him scared. Intimidates him a little, actually. Just how perfect you are.
Love and Hate. Hope and Despair.
Right and Wrong. Light and Dark.
You and Sae.
There's a relationship between those things - opposites and antonyms - but it's not a link that can truly connect you with Sae the way he wishes it could. Too far apart, held together only by the fragile thread of difference; never crossing paths for any reason other than distinction.
If he could, he would announce to the world just how much he loves you. Shout it from the rooftops of buildings. Paint the words in vibrant red on billboards. Yell it to the mic a news reporter shoved into his face and air it out on television.
Or he could confess to you. Make you actually know the storm in his heart. The tumultuous and overwhelming love and adoration pouring out and banging against his walls, begging him to be honest. To you and to himself.
Can I do that? He thinks.
Is that okay with you? Would you even want it?
Would you even want me?
Can I touch you? Always? Trace the curve of your lip with the tip of my finger? Press my thumb against the bottom of your eye to wipe away any tear that might fall? Slip my arms around your waist to pull you in for an embrace? One so tight that the world fades into the background because of how close I am?
Is that alright? Will you allow me to do that? Get angry on your behalf? Yell at anyone who hurts you because you're too kind to even think about reciprocating such vile and spiteful words? Kiss all of your worries away until you forget about everything but me? Lay your head on my shoulder when you're sleepy on a car ride home?
I want to cross it; the line that separates us from being friends and being lovers.
He wants it. There's nothing he wants more than it, but do you?
tags: (let me know if you want to be added or removed!!) @yuansen @venusbby @yoimyas @tim-shii @rintosei @piichuu @strawberrypockybox @daiseukiis @inariezaki @truegoist @simpingmyassoff @nagiisangel
Summary: Rin hates your lack of sleep schedule. He's determined to get you back to bed, where you belong, next to him.
Word Count: 1,083... (what?! It doesn't seem that long.)
Genre: Fluff
a/n: I have a terrible sleeping schedule, and I believe Rin would HATE his partner having one. So I bring you this! I was going to say it's a drabble, but the word count no longer fits that description. I fear nothing will ever top "My Saviour," but this is a way to express my gratitude ( ◍ • ᴗ • ◍ )
Rin hates some of your habits. He has no issues admitting it either. And at any given opportunity, he'll scold you for it too.
He especially hates how these so-called habits put your health at risk. He doesn't understand why you do it. But in your defence, you have little control over it.
That's why Rin is currently irritated in the middle of the night when he sees you're not sleeping beside him.
He groans, rubbing his eyes before sitting upright. He already knows where to find you and what scene to expect. But that doesn't make him any less annoyed.
As he gets up, stepping out of your shared bedroom, he can't help but mutter curse words about your lack of care for your sleep schedule.
And there you are, as he expected, lying on the couch in the living room, watching an anime you've recently been obsessed with on your phone.
Rin clicks his tongue. He's even more annoyed than he initially was. You should be next to him soundlessly sleeping, not wasting your time.
You don't notice him, too indulged in your show to sense your boyfriend's presence.
He's ready to sneak up on you and snatch your phone off your hands till he hears you speak.
"Oh, he's hot..." You whisper as you watch the male character appear on your screen. And you can't help but giggle when realising the resemblance he has to your own boyfriend. "So that's why he's hot. He looks like Rin!"
Now that catches Rin's attention, and he squints slightly from his position, trying to see who exactly you're talking about. He can't help but smirk to himself upon thinking that the characters you find attractive resemble him in some way.
That almost makes him forget why he was here in the first place and what caused the irritation that surged in him a few minutes ago.
Keyword. Almost.
He slowly walks up to your figure, making sure not to make a sound. And before you even know it, your phone is out of your hands and reach.
You shriek, jolting upwards, startled by his sudden presence. Instantly looking up at him, holding your chest, you whine. "Rin! You scared me!"
He frowns in response, turning off your phone and placing it in the pocket of his sweatpants. "Why are you up? You should be sleeping."
You whine further at the sternness in his tone of voice. "I couldn't sleep, now give-"
"No."
"Riiiiiiin." You whine in despair, flopping back flat onto the couch. And at times like this, Rin can't help but wonder if he's dating a child.
But he gives you no reaction, simply staring at you with his usual nonchalant gaze. He's being mean. And you can't help but pout.
"Why can't I watch my anime? You don't need me to sleep." You mumble, puffing your chest out and rolling over to the side to avoid his gaze.
You're behaving like a child, he notes. And he doesn't have the patience to deal with this right now. He's tired himself and has practice early in the morning.
So, instead of answering you, he simply lifts you up from the couch and carries you back to the bedroom despite your complaints about wanting to be put down.
"I'm not tired, meanie." You say as Rin tucks you in bed before lying down beside you.
"Y/N." He shoots you a glare, causing your next complaint to die down immediately.
And instantly, you regret your tantrum upon seeing how exhausted he looks. The way his eyebrows are furrowed ever so slightly and the downward curve to his lips causes your chest to tighten.
You really are behaving like a child. And to make matters worse, you just remembered he has practice in the morning. Guilt washes over you immediately.
A pout forms on your lips, and you reach for Rin's face, cupping his cheeks. "Sorry... I didn't mean to annoy you. I'll stop, I promise."
Rin sighs and pulls you close. Even if you sometimes behave like a child, he knows you need to release your emotions before calming down and returning to your regular self.
That's why he puts up with this. Because you put up with him and his foul temper as well. He likes to think you're both even because of that.
"It's alright." He mumbles, kissing the top of your head. "Now sleep."
"Fiiiine, I'll try to." You scoot closer to him, throwing one leg over his body and slipping an arm under his neck whilst wrapping the other around his upper body.
Rin chuckles, amused by your sudden urge to practically become a koala and cling to him. Despite the clear indication, you're wide awake and probably won't fall asleep anytime soon.
He almost feels terrible, but he knows this is the best option for you. You need to learn to sleep at appropriate hours.
You've struggled with it for a while, and Rin is determined to fix it. Because he hates seeing you put your health at risk.
And you're thankful he cares so much because you neglect yourself too often. If Rin wasn't around, you might as well be dead from your lack of sleep and constant habit of forgetting to eat because you're far too preoccupied with your hobbies.
The realisation that he's practically your babysitter causes you to suddenly burst out laughing, startling Rin.
"What? What's so funny?" Despite the dim light in the hallway being the only light source, you can see the confusion written all over his face, which only causes you to laugh harder.
"I-I'm sorry! B-but I just thought of how you're basically my personal babysitter." You giggle.
He frowns. "Maybe if you don't behave like a child, I wouldn't have to act like your babysitter."
"Rude!" You playfully hit his arm, pouting.
He grins, flicking you on the forehead before burying his face into your neck, ignoring how you flinch ever so slightly from his little prank.
"Now go to bed." He says one last time as he closes his eyes and snuggles close to you.
You only laugh. He's too cute, you think.
And shortly, his warmth engulfs you, causing a yawn to slip past your lips, urging you to close your eyes and slip away to dreamland.
In no time, Rin will fix your bad habits one by one, starting with your poor sleep schedule by engulfing you in his eternal warmth, luring you to sleep.
Synopsis: Malleus has been gifted beautiful flowers as a present, but it seems he's extremely upset by them. What could have happened?
Tags: miscommunication, flower languages, malleus is sad for a bit, fluff, crack, bot proofread
Word count: 1k+
Notes: im extremely obsessed with flower languages and so here's one of the fic ideas I have that involve different interpretations for flower languages haha.
Malleus surveyed the bouquet of tall sunflowers in his hand, a mix of bewilderment and disappointment washing over him. Their large, golden petals stretched outward like rays of the sun, exuding a warm and vibrant energy that seemed to fill the room. The dark brown centre of the sunflowers contrasted sharply with the bright petals, creating a captivating focal point that drew Malleus's gaze.
You had gifted him these flowers, but instead of feeling joy, he felt a pang of sadness.
The flower language associated with sunflowers was "false riches." Did you really think of him as someone who sought material wealth? Did you truly think so lowly of him?
He looked at the sunflowers again, their vibrant yellow petals almost taunting him. Despite his attempts to brush it off, he couldn't help but feel hurt. He clutched the bouquet tightly, his mind racing with thoughts. Malleus let out a sigh and turned the bouquet in his hands with a pensive look.
"False riches," Malleus muttered to himself, his frustration evident in his voice. "Why would they give me sunflowers? Is this how they see me?"
He paced back and forth in his room, consumed by agitation. What had he done to make you think of him in such a way? Surely, he must have done something wrong, he couldn't fathom why you would choose sunflowers, of all flowers, considering their negative connotation.
As he continued to brood, Malleus didn't notice your knock at the door before you entered the room, concern written on your face. "Tsunotarou," you called softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "What's wrong?" you asked, your heart aching at the sight of him in distress.
Startled by your touch, Malleus turned to you, his expression a tumultuous mix of surprise and sorrow. Emotions played across his features like a storm, his usually shimmering eyes lacking their usual ulster, and his lips slightly downturned, uncovering his inner turmoil. His furrowed eyebrows accentuated the lines of worry on his forehead, as if he carried a heavy burden.
Malleus hesitated for a brief moment, his usually proud posture faltering as he let out a deep, heavy sigh. His voice was laced with confusion and sorrow as his shoulders slumped in defeat. "My dear Child of Man… I…I couldn't understand why you would choose to send me sunflowers," he admitted, his words coming out in a slow, hesitant manner. His usual eloquence seemed to falter, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath his confident facade.
"With their negative connotation, I thought I must have done something wrong for you to see me in such a light," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't bear to fully voice his insecurities. Hurt tinged his tone, and his eyes searched for answers that eluded him, unable to comprehend why he would be perceived in a negative way by you.
"Negative connotation?" you replied, your brow furrowing in perplexity as you looked at Malleus. Weren’t sunflowers generally known to be cheery and bright? "What do you mean?" You asked, trying to decipher the reason behind his distress.
"Well... sunflowers represent false riches," he paused, crestfallen as he continued. "A long time ago, explorers had mistaken the flowers for real gold. Since then, it’s been used to mock delusions of grandeur."
Oh.
"Oh, Tsunotarou," you sighed, your voice brimming with tenderness, as you reached out to touch his hand. "I'm so sorry for the confusion. You see... back where I'm from, sunflowers mean something entirely different."
His eyes searched yours, curiosity flickering in their depths. "What? What do they mean then?" he asked eagerly.
"In the myths of my world," you began, "there was a story of a maiden who fell passionately in love with the sun god. She would gaze at him with unwavering adoration as he flew across the sky, and her heart belonged to him alone. In the end, she transformed into a sunflower, a symbol of her unyielding devotion. That's why sunflowers mean 'I only have eyes for you'."
Your words lingered in the air, laden with the weight of your emotions. You could discern the shock and wonder in Malleus' eyes as he absorbed your story. The parallel between the mythical girl and your own sentiments for him was not lost on him, and warmth suffused his chest at the thought of how deeply he meant to you. It was as though a veil had been lifted, and he now grasped the true significance behind the sunflowers you had bestowed upon him. His expression softened, and a loving smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"I... I didn't know," he mumbled as he looked at you with renewed appreciation. "Thank you for sharing that with me. It appears I misunderstood the flower."
You shook your head, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. "It's okay," you reassured him, your touch conveying your sentiment. " Flower languages can differ in various regions, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings earlier."
"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. "Thank you for clarifying, my love."
Your lips curved into a tender smile, and your heart swelled with happiness, a warm glow spreading through your chest. "You're welcome," you replied, your voice steeped with endearment as you stare into Malleus's eyes, captivated by their emerald brilliance. "Malleus, I only have eyes for you, and my love for you is unwavering."
A flicker of emotion passed across his features as his usually stoic demeanour seemed to melt away, showing the vulnerable side you cherished. "You are the only one for me, my dearest child of man," he whispered, his voice imbued with sincerity. The endearment he used for you was so uniquely Malleus, you could feel your heart skip a beat and your cheeks warm.
In that moment, surrounded by the gentle glow of affection and the unspoken words that hung in the air, you felt an unbreakable connection with the fae prince. It was as if your souls were intertwined, bound by a love that transcended words and language. The sunflowers that had initially caused confusion now symbolized the priceless bond between you, a testament to the unique language of love that transcends worlds.
Suffice it to say, sunflowers became Malleus’ favourite flowers.
Hello Peach!! I'm wondering how would dad sukuna deal with y/n building up her negative emotions and having a break down in front of him (for example, crying while taking sharp breaths)? the context can be whatever you see fit in the au you wrote :')
hey, anon! 🧡🧡
ohhh, that's a good question 👀 there might be a scene like this in the future for "The Way You Claim Me" but I can give you a little bit of insight on how sukuna might feel in that moment 😌
sukuna comes across as unbothered, but he is extremely overprotective over the reader. that side of him comes out in certain moments and it's a natural response that catches him off guard because...why does he care so much?
I do allude to this a few times that she's one of the only people who keeps a level head around him, and is also one of the only people who isn't terrifed/repulsed by him - so to see her emotional or detached will shock him.
like, in my last sukuna drabble he gives the reader that ultimatum not because he wants to hurt her, but because he doesn't know how else to deal with her emotions towards him and thinks he can almost force his way into getting her back to normal.
which is also why I think if he catches the reader having a break down, he'll be very uncertain on how to approach her...but the man will instantly melt on the inside. he'll feel a discomfort in his chest that is so unfamiliar it agitates him. even though he's terrible at articulating it, he's completely devoted to the reader and that's how I like to portray his love towards her. he's not the kind of person who would grovel, apologize, or whisper sweet words to console them - but he wouldn't be able to stand seeing her in so much pain.
his reaction to me would be the smallest gesture but it carries so much meaning; he would very gently approach the reader, circling his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest, softly rubbing her lower back until he can feel her relax in his arms...and she won't be able to believe that he's just standing there holding her in such a tender embrace. he'll stay like that until she calms down, before asking in a very relaxed voice if this feels better. when she looks up at him he'll wipe away any leftover tears and kiss her on the forehead and her cheeks.
if anybody else was the reason behind that reaction, he would put an end to that problem within seconds. it won't be long before the people around you realize that crossing you meant knocking at death's door.
however, if he was the reason behind it, then it would be the only time he would ever consider himself a vile being. he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about how he hurt you - and it eats him up from the inside out but he would be really good at hiding his guilt.
even though they both naturally just bicker with each other, sukuna would approach serious arguments quite cautiously after this because he won't be able to stand seeing you break like that again. he would find himself asking: "what do you need?" if your upset with him because it'll be the only way for him to know exactly what he can provide just to make you smile again 🥺
“now that we’ve all calmed down,” lilia states with hands on his waist while the first-year is still in absolute distress. “care to tell us why you have lipstick on every corner of your face?”
sebek cries into his hand at the mere mention of his master’s state– all while silver pats his back in an effort to comfort him (it isn’t working).
“the child of man gave me their affection while wearing lipstick, is there a problem?”
“well, it’s certainly a sight,” lilia giggles, you were quite bold but then again, he supposes that was one of the reasons you so rightfully captured the prince’s heart.
“i knew that human was a bad influence–”
“you’re best friends with that human.”
“SILVER-”
their argument soon strays from the original topic, if you could call silver occasionally saying what’s on his mind as sebek yells his head off an ‘argument’.
“when do you plan on taking them off?” lilia questions, though the mischievous glint in his eyes shows that he already knows the answer.
“...i’d like to keep them for a while longer,” and malleus soon goes into the familiar daze he always has when talking about you. he walks to his room and shuts his door, presumably to giggle and think of his child of man.
lilia wonders if you know how tightly you have malleus wrapped around your finger.
Tooth-rotting fluff without plot, randomly written late at night.
. . .
Propping your chin under your palm, you gazed back at Malleus Draconia, your beloved prince, lost in a light trance as he admired you with his shining, adoring eyes.
A serene smile painted his lips, emitting pure fondness and adoration for you.
You always thought that his smile was enthralling, beautiful beyond words.
It was like a promise of tomorrow, the kind of smile that puts a constellation of incandescent, dazzling stars to shame.
“You know, when anyone asks me how do I know that I truly love you, I always tell them because I can survive the day after I see your face, and I can sleep peacefully at night after I talk to you.” Malleus said softy, his words brimming with sincerity and infinite love. “I love having you in my life. You’re without a doubt, the best part of it.”
“You’re the best part of my life too, my dearest Malleus. I’m lucky to exist in the same lifetime as you.” Your voice was calm as a spring breeze, and your eyes filled with deep affection.
“Y/N, my beloved, I’m happy our hearts picked each other.”
Then and there, all you could feel was gentle light radiating in your soul, and his endearing love embracing every corner of your heart.
🐉, texting: Can you send me an audio message telling me you love me?
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🌸's auto answer: (I'm not receiving notifications. If this is urgent, reply "urgent" to send a notification through with your original message.)
🐉: Urgent
President Malleus is currently going through a terribly stressful situation and needs a recharge. No, he's not dealing with work stress; he just misses you.
premise. there has been an increasingly concerning amount of random notes you encounter quite literally everywhere, everyday. of which you can't seem to find who exactly keeps posting these.
when there's little wholesome messages for you wouldn’t you be curious as to who it's from?
after asking around, why does everyone saying different names..
content. gender neutral reader, fluff
characters. dorm leaders
cw. none
note. happy birthday to kween vil
"the first note I ever saw was right outside my locker,"
"oh by the hallway to turn right for the cafeteria? it sounds crazy but riddle rosehearts has been there early, always. maybe you should see if it's him?"
riddle rosehearts
first thought was that the statement of that person was absolutely wrong. you don't care if they've seen riddle around your locker early in school, (of which is actually perfect time to sneak in notes) nope. nu-uh. for the sake of your sanity you refuse to believe it.
if there was a person asking you who'd you'd think it was riddle was last on your list. you're pretty sure the guy literally hates you. why would he even bother to take out the time in his tight schedule to leave a 'you look enchanting today' , 'you're doing great' , or a 'if you're not too fond of these just say so, I don't know how else to express my affection' note in your locker that's just.. bizarre.
with the knowledge that riddle is possibly the same person you're looking for makes your interactions all the more awkward. at this point everyone's noticed the agonizingly dry, and tense silence. did you seriously just ask how the weather is doing?
clearly no one likes you because the teacher somehow got the highest thriving student in academic means to tutor you (who was admittedly failing class lately) so what do we have? more pain!
well that's what you honestly thought.
despite you thinking the sessions are just gonna be 95% anger and impatience it was surprisingly.. calm.
riddle was patient and polite enough to intake sharp breaths to contain a burst that could have possibly pop but you think he held back for your sake.
"my bad.."
"it's fine just. listen," he exhales.
then he just closes his eyes and takes several breaths. like he was calming himself and next thing you know he's going over what he said, slowly, carefully and more simple for you go understand.
after weeks of meeting with him for studying you just decide to ask one afternoon.
"those notes are not from me," riddle says. holding a stony face devoid of anger but a meaningful voice. "but I cherish the time we spend together,"
rarely do you ever see riddle adorn such a gentle face with even softer eyes. so safe to say you're completely stoned after registering the genuineness.
oh wow great. riddle isn't the person giving the notes, but he just hinted that he likes you? or.. well on his way to be cause there's no way the strictest guy in the world would casually say that.
"hey did you see anyone stick a note to my backpack?"
"note? where—oh by that bag, right. sorry I didn't I was picking out herbs for potionology. if it helps the only person around here other than me and you is the savanaclaw dorm leader,"
leona kingscholar
okay this is just crazy. riddle being one of the names being mentioned during your 'investigations' was shocking already to say the least but to hear the name of leona kingscholar get thrown around like that is just bizarre.
seriously? that guy looks like he does not know you even exist. heck, you're pretty sure you're one of those people that he sees, and then forgets. a backround character of some type, him being the one behind the notes is beyond you.
you're not even gonna attempt questioning him about it cause you're sure that all you're gonna get is a dead stare, and possibly, a load of mean words.
so you made up your mind.
leona kingscholar is out of question. therefore you're going to avoid him. surely it's just coincidence that his napping spot is near where you hang out after class, right?
isn't he apart of the magishift club? so why in the hell is he doing in your club room? playing with one of your members and actually beating them?
when you see his bored gaze skim around the room and land on you.. you just blank and wish you never joined the club.
"care for a match? you seem like you've got a smart little brain there," he drawls out, giving the student on the opposite seat a stare and they immediately rush away.
you swore your eye just twitch and he noticed because he just smirked. when you realize he's talking to you, you fumble. "uh—no thank you," your lips twitch into smile before dropping the next second.
his green eyes bore into you. "i wasn't asking,"
in the end you managed to beat him in a close match. clearly, that was your mistake cause now you're in a match with him nearly every time of the day since he's so adamant on beating you now.
one thing you learn is that he doesn't really like to lose. especially, in something he's confident he excels in.
the question lingers in your mind. maybe the timing in the botanical garden was coincidental but how can you think that way now that your encounter in the club room just really proved that theory wrong?
"so it isn't you?"
"no," leona says after a while. "I'd never do that,"
well what now? that's two wrong possible suspects. you thought he was done but no apparently. "I have.. other ways in showing my affection," he narrows his eyes. "take you for example,"
you snap your head to him. "excuse me?"
"oh hey! we met before didn't we?"
"yeah. you asked me about the note but I figured you'd want to know that azul's been.. kind of sketchy lately,"
azul ashengrotto
you know azul very well, contrary to your.. previous encounters. seeing as both of you are in the same club, it's privy to see each other daily and you can say that you're both in good in good, friendly terms but you can say that even asking the question you've asked the other two might just shatter that friendship.
also it's just weird to imply that seeing as azul is one of the people you've told about a note to, just one though and it would be embarrassing if he's actually the sender—and.. you just ranted to him about his notes.
well that's just another theory so!
out of everyone in the club he's probably the greatest. if you managed to beat leona you've no doubt that he can too (well. atleast if he puts his mind to it.)
it would be hard to hide your true intentions from azul. he himself has admitted that he's great at reading people and proved that point to you when he just points out the habits you do during games.
it just so happens you both play regularly hence how he notices.
"I know you're bluffing when your face is oddly serious because I know you're just pretending to be 'unreadable' to mask the results you're faced with,"
and he was completely right because you do shift your face into something stony so he wouldn’t be able to get a read on it but that completely had gone to waste..
it can't be azul, has he admired you all this time?
it can't be azul because he's like a daydream. like a cloud. when you'd go out for a walk, look up and try to grasp it but you can't because it's too far away. too perfect to hold in your hands and cherish so you'd just settle for admiring it from afar.
"I don't subject myself to feelings a lot. I'm a professional and I wanted to keep it that way," azul's face burns at the thought that flashes in his mind and the very next words he's about to say. "but I can't seem to do that with you," he admits.
it feels like he's going insane from every time he tries to not let you win, staying silent when there's a key point you're giving out from your face or when you beam at him.
you stare dumbly feeling your cheeks warm. an indirect confession?! another one?!
"don't you think dorm leader kalim might be the one behind it? I mean, out of everyone in NRC we're a little too prideful for something like that.. well him? isn't he perfect for it?"
"I'm starting to get suspicious with what everyone says,,"
kalim al asim
you know kalim al asim but you're not sure that he knows, knows you. he's like an angel to practically everyone, including you. and he can't exactly remember everyone he spares his kindness to so why should he remember you when all he did was share his 'secret spot' in the library?
you didn't exactly expect kalim to be interested in books, but he just says that he doesn't use it for reading but rather a quiet place to simply relax and bask the silence in.
wow. you suppose even guys like kalim get tired and indulge in a little escape.
you did not want to use his spot cause it's called his for a reason! and it feels like you're literally trespassing but godbless kalim because he really didn't mind and that offer was way too attractive to ignore.
sometimes you question how you even missed that heavenly corner in the library.
you yourself didn't particularly expect to end up in the library yourself but exams were coming up and you didn't want riddle's effort in tutoring you ultimately end up in waste. (also the amount of times he didn't snap at you.)
but—
"hi there! I see you're enjoying the spot I've given you," kalim jokes. inclining you to tear your eyes away from the sentence you've been re-reading far too many times.
kalim is sitting on the other chair which normally you'd be bothered with but this is technically his spot so you don't mind. the fact that he remembers is the least of your worries. "hello. yes, thank you. this place is heaven on earth," you smile.
"right? it's perfect," he shines down a bright smile at you. though blinded by it you still agree. it's right by a window with a great view of the campus, nearly no one is near it so it's really quiet, and. surrounded by cute little plants!
you bid kalim goodbye after he says that he just wanted to check if you've really been using it. seeing as he's got a class upcoming (which he actually almost forgot but good thing you asked if he just got out of one.)
in the end he drops by and chats with you everytime he can. sometimes you're the one running into him at the same spot, and he just so happened to arrive earlier.
you can say that you've gotten to be good friends.
to the point where his friend jamil comes and has to drag him away because apparently he's been skipping a lot of stuff just to come and talk to you and you've no doubt he's being serious when he yells that he'll come back as he's being hauled away by jamil and then reprimanded by the staff of the library.
"I've come back," he huffs proudly. kalim smiles brightly at you. "also sorry, I accidentally read a note that was stuck on your umbrella,"
... that one was, 'i really like you' wasn't it? if kalim's saying that then doesn't it mean he isn't the sending them?
then he laughs, "I'd have to agree with them! I do like you a lot too!"
your jaw drops. how can he say that so casually?!
"what do you mean?"
"maybe you're looking at the wrong places? maybe all these people being there are actually just coincidence. they're obvious guesses, no? if you asked me I'd look for people that usually have zero presence. they're the most sneakiest,"
idia shroud
huh.
okay you admit that was one of the smartest thing they've ever said even though they made.. like what? 2 wrong guesses on whoever? at most you don't really know a lot of people that could count as zero presence cause..
nearly everyone you know has some type of charm that attracts attention to them, be it intentional or not they have certain aspects that demand not to be ignored.
though in terms of reputation only one person comes into your mind.
... getting into ignihyde is one thing, coaxing the dorm leader to actually come talk to you, socialize is a whole 'nother story.
so you just settle for asking ortho for his game ID in a game you do play. you've only talked with idia a few times buy enough for you to say that you're atleast acquaintances.
most of the time you meet with him is pure coincidental. since both of your classes align to end and the others next one is the one the previous was in (to make it short you'd basically just switch rooms) so you'd stumble upon the other on the way there.
well not literally idia but just his floating tablet. you're nice enough to spare him a greeting and a little small talk even though most of the time it's you speaking.
to be fair he did stop to listen to you I that counts for anything at all.
ortho was nice enough to let him know about the pending request. probably because idia would have just ignored it. so for that you've officially succeeded in becoming friends with the.. top 1 player world wide with thousand of hours in the game.
you don't mention it when you join him for coop mode but the only thing that pops in your mind is;
"how do you get that crown?"
the chat bubble appears, then disappears before a message pops up. "srsly? this was literally a free item a few years ago *sighs* you only needed to log in to get it,"
you grumble. "I wasn't playing the game at it's release," no life. you twitch to add.
you've joined idia so many times that even he is comfortable enough to pop into your world and start picking out the flaws in your realm. he was all; "who even uses green and red together?"
you protested with great offense. "it was christmas back then!!"
he robs you of the materials you need which you regret telling him at all and leaves the one you don't need. (you don't know if it's all good or not because he let you rob his in turn and gave you 10x the amount you need saying this was from robbing other players)
you've never really envisioned getting so close to a person before. well, atleast you feel close to idia but you're not sure if he feels the same or would even like you admitting that.
which you won't! for the sake of your sanity and relationship.
he takes about a full two minutes to write a reply. deleting, re-writing it several times before he decides on one. "I knew someone as rare as you would get a lot of fans," it read. "I'm a fan of you too. I'm the biggest fan!" coupled with an angry emoji.
and there's the very same crown you liked the day you met in his world.
(the rarest item currently)
you don't wanna assume but the pack of sticky notes that tall, horned person just stuffed in their pocket is really familiar. almost like it's the one you receive everyday, only difference is that theirs is blank, and yours are filled with messages.
"hey! you—yes you! could I uh.. you're my friend now,"
malleus draconia
usually you're more level-headed than adopting random strangers in the halls and claiming them as your friend but after all the guys that were apparently not the perpetrator? you're pretty desperate at this point.
it was.. not like you at all, that you'd admit but it just stuck out to you (haha stuck-stick) so much that it was hard to ignore seeing as it was the same size.
(and no, the sticky notes for you aren't the bland, square ones but some type of luxury brand you're not sure yourself. also.. since when did sticky notes even have a fancy variant?)
this guy seemed like he's shocked by your audacity or just.. shocked in general because he stared at you so hard for about a minute straight before slowly saying;
"are you jesting?"
"no," you answer in a heartbeat.
oh well. you do need a new friend to bother and this guy will do.
(social anxiety is scared of this MC fr)
even though the initial shock wore off he smiled pleasantly at you but the surprised look on his face instantly came back when you introduced yourself and asked for his name.
something mischievous flashes in his eyes and you only realize that he's trailing after you without question. "you really don't know who I am?" wait should you?
you deadpan. "uh.. not really. that's why I asked you,"
he just hums.
his dog was really scary. you think his name was sebek but you don't wanna bother remembering when the first thing he gave you was a disturbed look.
tsunotaro (temporary) was a mysterious person by nature. you're by no means slow and is starting to pick the pieces together. was the reason he looked surprised by your sudden claim on him as a friend was because no one would talk to him?
heck. when you invited him to sit next to you in lunch your friends shared a collective glance and gave you some kind of excuse to leave.
the unbothered look on tsunotaro's face makes you question how many times exactly this has happened for him to be so casual about it.
"I'm sad for you," you slump and tsunotaro raises a brow at you.
"are you upset?"
"no—you don't seem to be upset by them blatantly showing that they wanna be around you," honesty! least they could do was be discreet about it. you wouldn't have questioned it if it hasn't been 5 times straight that they've left.
tsunotaro smiles at your look. "do not waste time pondering about it. I'm already used to it so it's alright,"
that's the thing he's supposed to be upset about it.
you shake your head. "since you don't wanna be offended I'll be offended on your behalf and be sad on your behalf,"
you miss the look on his face.
the heart feels so if you're feeling for him aren't you his heart?
eventually you found out that the sticky notes wasn't even malleus' but something a 'friend' of his requested. so he does know people other than you..
you didn't really want to let go of this thing you established so you didn’t, you held onto it in a vice-grip. sure. it might have started even though your intention was just the sticky notes but now that you had gotten to know him why would you let him go?
you're not sure just how exactly you got into this predicament.
he looks at you firmly. "my name is malleus draconia—" he pauses. "and i would like to be yours,"
... you're counting six people that were not sticky note person and somehow now like you too.
"ugh. you again, you're wrong again! I'm never listening to you. nope. my ears are sealed right now so don't even try,"
"oh? my bad then. I have some interesting news to share to you. I've seen vil around your locker lately, and not just lingering! he's actually staring at the notes! suspicious, right?"
end notes
vil schoenheit
okay so the others were clearly proven to be false and you've lost all hope now so you aren't even gonna try investigating this one cause you already know that it's false.
the vil schoenheit is not the sticky notes person.
maybe you're in denial but out of everyone he's the most prominent person. he did not just use his time to write sweet messages for you to read in his spare time does he? if he does he must have a lot of spare time.
WHICH HE DOESN'T.
compared to him you're like a lone star next to a moon. he shines the brightest and will continue to soak up the eyes of everyone else. you're just something people would look at for a second and forget.
meanwhile the beauty of the moon will remain and be admired.
you like to say that you were just being curious when you wake up extra early to linger in a corner where you could peek to see into the hallway where your locker way.
to your surprise he was really there. standing beautifully and staring at the sticky notes in a certain way you can't comprehend.
longing perhaps? a voice in your head suggests but you shake it off. why would he be longing?
you don't know what to do when he turns and meets eyes with you.. and you're.. currently peeking out the corner like you're stalking him.
maybe you hallucinated the flash of amusement in his eyes. "it seems as though I have a fan, won't you come out?" he abandons the locker completely and takes a look at you.
quietly you shuffle over a considerable distance in front of vil.
"oh,"
"oh,"
vil's face flickers in surprise. you feel like you just caught him red-handed.
"I know you,"
"... you do?" he does? you nervously point at yourself. is that even good or bad?
vil pursues his lips and looks down. he looks oddly soft. "we were casted into a movie together," he explains shortly. smiling thinly at the faint memories.
memories of you.
but you don't remember that at all, but it doesn't really give you an explanation as to why he'd gain a sudden interest. you were just a mere co-worker.
"you said you liked me back then,"
what.
he ignores the flabbergasted look on your face. "normally I would have not cared much, I get told that everyday. but you were persistent in your efforts, as annoying as it was,"
okay should you be freaked out right now or horrified? you did not want to hear that because it just made you seem.. obsessed. and you don't wanna get interpreted as that!
especially by someone as amazing as vil.
"you told me you liked me for me, and now I like you for you,"
"so.. you're the person that's been using the sticky notes?" you widen your eyes when he nods.
gods. of course out of all people it just had to be the person you were in denial about.
you furrow your brows. "but that's not enough for you to suddenly reciprocate. it was years ago,"
vil blinks and casually tears off a sticky note stuck in your locker. "I told you already. I don't like the memories of you. I like you,"
vil's lips quirk up into an easy smile, one you could call that you'd be enchanted with. alluring and beautiful in itself. he pulls out a piece of a sticky note, writes in it before sticking it in your chest.
you're too frozen to register the implication.
that he was the sticky notes person.
slowly you pick it off and he watches you. 'this will be the end of this' presumably referring to the notes. 'because there's no need for it when I can express my like for you freely now'
he tilts his head at you. "my, this takes me back. why don't we catch up over a cup of tea?"
you just let him usher you away.
now that you think about it you're just glad that it was way too early in the morning or else another person would have witnessed that.
*rook in the trees rn*: right
uhh... vil was always the og sticky notes guy I was gonna do but I wanted to switch to idia then remembered it's vils birthday rn so ion wanna betray him LMAO
I know it's weird that vil's the sticky note person but I just thought it was sweet that he could do something simple like that
maybe it's the most he can express it? no one would bat an eye on a sticky note besides the person that receives it so it's perfect.
I don't rlly like vil's part it has lot holes IMAO BUT IDK
there's open interpretation. you can always pretend that vil isn't the sticky notes person and another character is LOL.
the whole thing could have been romantic really. your stoic, six foot tall boyfriend sitting beside you on the floor, taking out the seeds on your fruit because you don't like it? how attentive and sweet of him.
except right now, it's anything but that. rin is sitting next to you, plate on the table and a toothpick in hand. all those shuffling you keep hearing, while working on an english essay due next week, was because of him.
now that you look at him, you can't help but gasp in disbelief. your stoic, six footer boyfriend sitting beside you on the floor was picking out the seeds of a strawberry with a toothpick. "what the fuck, rin?"
"take one over there, i'm done with four." he picked up a strawberry and brought it to your face. hesitantly, you take it from him and wow, there's really no seeds left. "four? rin, how long have you been picking out the seeds?"
"for a while now." a while? is it still a 'while' even if it's already been six hours? you don't dare to ask anymore.
"rin, you could've just left the strawberries as is." you sighed, bring your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. rin took your hand, caressing your palm. "but you said you don't like the seeds."
"i know babe. but the strawberry seeds are small enough, you can't really be bothered when eating them." rin lets out the smallest of frowns adorn his face. moving closer, he leaned his body to yours, cheek against your shoulder. your hand continued its ministration with his hair. twisting the strands and smoothing them after.
"does it apply to bananas, too?"
"you've been taking out the seeds of the bananas? is that why you take so long when i ask for one?
"... you said you don't like seeds on your fruits."
characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus
notes: gn! reader, descriptions + mentions of food/eating, Idia’s takes direct inspo from the vignette “that party animal from class”
other crushes: first years
riddle rosehearts
Bless him, Riddle is so high-strung around you. He just wants to give off the impression of being someone who is refined, dependable, and put-together, which he is under normal circumstances. But with a crush on you, he’s constantly caught off-guard by your praise and compliments and seems to permanently have a red face.
“Are you sure all the roses are red, Trey?” Riddle asked, eyes sweeping the garden for what felt like the hundredth time. And, for the hundredth time, Trey assured him that yes, the roses were red; the mouse in the teapot had a smear of jam on its nose; and, per rule 228, as it was Wednesday, no one picked any flowers.
“Why’s the housewarden so tense today?” Riddle heard one Heartslabyul student ask. His friend responded, “I don’t know, it’s just another Unbirthday party.”
Riddle huffed, the urge to collar them growing, though he refrained. It wasn’t just another Unbirthday party, it was the one he personally invited you to, so it had to be perfect—or at least close to that.
Trey placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It looks great, Riddle. This could be the best Unbirthday party that we’ve put on.”
Riddle nodded, silent, still examining the area for anything out of place. Then, he heard Cater’s loud voice, followed by Deuce and Ace’s, and then yours. He straightened and brushed down his uniform just as you entered the garden.
“Merry Unbirthday!” Trey cheered, prompting the other Heartslabyul students to follow suit.
You laughed, “Thanks! This all looks great!”
“Riddle did most of it,” Trey said. “He picked out the tea and pastries and everything.”
Riddle shot a glare at Trey, who just smiled and winked back at him. With a rapidly reddening face, Riddle motioned gracefully to the table at the center of the celebration. “The guest of honor sits there.”
“Aww, this is so awesome, Riddle!” you said as he led you, pulling the chair out for you.
“Thank you. I wanted you to have the merriest Unbirthday.”
“Well, this certainly looks very merry,” you said. “Can I try one?” You pointed at the cookies neatly piled on the tiered tower.
When he nodded, you added, “Actually? Can you pick one out for me?”
“Me?” he asked, his collar feeling too tight and too hot all of a sudden. When you gave an affirmative hum, he paused and thought hard. You often stayed away from super sweet treats and he had seen you go for the carrot cake as your after-dinner dessert… Riddle pulled out one of the spice cookies, holding it out to you.
Cookie still in Riddle’s hand, you leaned forward to take a small bite, flavors bursting immediately. You savored the slight heat of the cookie and enjoyed the way the flavors made you think of autumn. “That’s delicious!” you said. “Did Trey make these?”
Riddle looked away from you to try and hide his blush. “I did, actually… with Trey’s help.”
“Incredible,” you said. You waited until he faced you and said, “I want to thank you for this again. I don’t think anyone’s ever done anything this nice for me before.”
