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[miyaz6ki]

. . . 𝝑𝝔　" YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LAST A SECOND!!! "

⠀ ۪ ⠀ꪆ୧ synopsis. when someone tries to hit on you right in front of them LOL

⠀ ۪ ⠀ꪆ୧ pairings. caelus, welt, gepard, jing yuan, mydei, phainon, sunday, jiaoqiu x gn!reader

⠀ ۪ ⠀ꪆ୧ director's notice. ykw even if i dont get interaction anymore i'll write for the 20 people who see my posts, ill keep posting daily, this is for you my fans type shit !!

۪ ꪆ୧ warnings. catcalling-ish ??? just ppl tryna hit on character's beautiful gorgeous wonderful s/o (you), i included both women & men as the someone hitting on reader, somewhat modern somewhat not!, you have 3 girls w/ mydei !!! (i usually imagine them as the tribbie trio)

part 1 here !

caelus who has never had to deal with people trying to hit on you, i mean... you literally were known to be with him on the astral express, it was hard to find someone who didn't know you & him being an item.

so when he saw someone trying to buy you a drink, a woman to be specific. dressed for trouble, fighting for trouble, but is she ready to fight? no idea but at least she looked the part.

"hey there, you usually come 'round here? never seen ya before." she put a hand on yours whilst you idly waited for your boyfriend by the bar.

your boyfriend simply muttered a 'huh?' someone genuinely has the audacity to say hi to you with an intention that goes past just friendly... it was astounding.

before you could give a set reply to the lady- "hi my love, got you that hat you wanted for our cat."

your mind is immediately taken away by the cute little cosmetic he required... but the lady? cockblocked successfully by your boyfriend of course! he sat right in between you and the woman, breaking her touch on you.

he did not bring it up after that, but he knows exactly what to do next time it happens.

welt who fell for you slow burn office romance style, and everyone in the office knew because of how much mutual pining intertwined you two together!

the silenced tension whenever you both were coincidentally left together to close up... the paperwork you both had to work side-by-side because you got assigned with each other... it was hard not to see you two being each other's interest only.

so why was this little twerp trying to hit on you when welt just got to ask you out formally?!

"h—hey, i saw you a lot around the office and was wondering if you uh... were single? you know... what about dinner tonight and we discuss the proje—"

that's when a loud bang came from right beside the new intern, a cup of coffee slammed onto the table as a maddened glare was being burned into the guy's back.

"sorry, they're busy at the moment. move. along."

his voice was fiercer than usual, the tone he usually only used whenever he was in a business meeting, or presenting a new product to investors...

gepard and you went out to the beachier side today, it had been a while that you both have had a day off from both your jobs, and find that the usual popular beach is a little emptier today. he only left for a second after you placed sunscreen on his back that he'd go get you two ice cream, leaving you with just yourself and your golden retriever.

he just didn't know how quick someone would try and swoop you up into their arms!

"hey! couldn't stop staring while running my usual fifteen laps of jogging around here, and couldn't help but notice your pretty face alone."

the runner was shirtless, and clear he went around here everyday in order to find another beautiful person just laying on the beach, relaxing, tanning, whatever, it's clear his 'fifteen laps' were just for show.

your favorite blonde was directly behind the guy, nearly crushing the ice cream cones in his hands, gone for what... five minutes? why is this guy already on your ass?!

pushing him on 'accident' as he stumbles over; your boyfriend finally comes over with your favorite flavor and his in palms, "hey baby, i know you liked this flavor."

the man looked up in anger, only to realize gepard was already staring him down from above, enough to intimidate the guy to run off.

"hmm? i didn't see him there, that's all. anyways, come on! eat it before it melts, pretty."

jing yuan... everybody knew jing yuan! and surely everyone who knew jing yuan would know that his partner also works as a senior manager who helps in many categories of the workplace, that including the interns that are taken in and are chosen by said partner too.

this intern just couldn't take the first hint. or the second. or... the third... or the fourth... that you were taken. sure you had to monitor them, talk to them, but it was never more than that, so what was this cute little lady getting at?

"o-oh um... mx. name? here's your c-coffee.." "huh? i didn't get any though." "i-it's just my token of appreciation! yo-you're always so hardworking and look so good when you do so..."

you were nonetheless still confused, couldn't she see the ring on your finger? the engagement and the wedding ring? that's a lot to miss because both rings were very... and i mean VERY flashy...

"i can manage, don't worry-" "please accept it! i um... this is my-" "hon, you ready yet?

ah, only one other person had called you that- "hi yuyu, i'm almost ready." you smile back at him, giving him a stare to tell the intern about your relationship. "oh, well no worries my partner, it's just business associates, they can wait."

the intern whispered something under her breath before running outside quickly.

"oh man, i feel bad..." "don't―it isn't your fault she couldn't see the signs you're married to the man of this corporation and many more."

mydei who was busy playing around with the triplets while in the water, splashing them and letting them tackle him, all that stuff. he noticed a little too late about how his lover was currently being hit on by someone that wasn't him. huh. that's no good.

he instructs the girls in a hushed voice to go build a sandcastle, and play while he goes to their other parent for the moment.

so what was this peaked-in-highschool little guy trying to woo you over? flexing his muscles like there's anything there... please your husband doesn't even have to flex?! what is this guy trying to show off?

"so...? he doesn't have to know. all that you need to know is that i can please you... give you a real surfing lesso-" "i'm afraid they've already mastered the 'real' ride here―that's me. better fuck off before i fuck that face up, pretty boy."

the young man turned around, almost with a smirk ready to fight, only to realize the shadow that loomed over him wasn't from palm trees. like everyone else that has tried to hit on you, he ran like lightning.

"baby, thought you were with the girls?" ― "please, they're ready to bury me in sand, they'll be fine."

phainon―he hasn't had a week off in a while, so he offered to join in on an art class being held by one of his friends; castorice, and aglaea, therapeutic hours spent doing art, pottery, sculptures and whatnot!

you both agreed to mold a matching vase to the pot your husband was making; conversing a bit of small talk with his best friend mydei while doing so, the white haired blue eyed man you fell in love with making pottery was a dream!

that's until one of aglaea's participants had snuck over to castorice's side, asking to borrow a brush you used for patterning your vase. well you obliged of course! you aren't one to shy away from being a humble and kind soul.

although minutes later, it was noticeable to your husband that you had been talking a little too much to that guy who continued to keep borrowing your things... even your other close friend cerydra had noticed, raising an eyebrow.

"trust me, this is the last time―ooh wow! your art is just as beautiful as you are..." the man whispered the last part under his breath, just enough for you to hear, just enough for cerydra not to hear.

you awkwardly shut down the initiation attempt he tried, but he just... kept... going.

"find someone else to be your muse, prince. this one's mine, and i'm not into sharing." sighing of relief, hearing your husband's familiar soft tone turn cold and sharp.

instead of a pot he actually made a cute little sculpture of you two, as mini as a statue could be, details on point whilst still capturing cuteness! you couldn't help but be in awe, and feel bad, you made something similar, only it was the print on the vase. he still will kiss you, clay and all!

sunday offered to take you out tonight, in line for popcorn before the premiere of his little sister's first starring in a movie, you couldn't wait to picture and cheer when you see her on the big screen!

first your little star, then a singer, and now a movie star! you haven't been anymore proud, but you didn't want to be ambushed by paparazzi, so you and sunday took a different ride there.

"hey pretty, i see you have a vip pass too, you tryna sit with me? promise i'll get you pictures with that robin girl." "...sorry what?"

you were confused, did they not noticed your boyfriend clearly beside you... getting his picture taken by the billions of flashes of cameras? oh well.

"i'm not interested, i'm here with someone." "aw c'mon sweetheart i-" "don't call them that. only i do."

their back straightened immediately, not realizing this was sunday and robin's special plus one tonight, embarassment washing over them promptly just as quick as their leave. sunday's arm slowly winding over and around your waist a determined look in his eye that makes you laugh.

jiaoqiu invited you over to the diner's celebration on opening their 101st unit, and of course, why wouldn't he treat the person who had been supporting him ever since his era where he could see.

he let you sit at a long table beside a few friends, a few businesspeople, etcetera. you sat beside stelle, while the chair on your left was empty, waiting for your partner to sit at- someone else takes it.... and it isn't your fiancee..

"saw you from over there, hoped this seat would be available... how are ya tonight, baby?" "i'm um.. doing fine, please don't call me that.."

you uncomfortably shift in your seat, you didn't think someone as shameless as this would be sitting down in a seat clearly meant for your soon-to-be husband who is cooking in the kitchen over there.

you hadn't even noticed him already behind the man who sat in the settee for him, your lover.

leaning down slowly, his face now right beside the strange man's, "why are you in my seat?", making the man jump out in fear.

jiaoqiu keeps his smile, but his intent was not to be happy, or please the person he was talking to. you think he'd let this slide? an employee hitting on his partner will never slide. not today, not ever.

[azullumi]

PERCHANCE — ft. hsr men !!

you and your lover live in a shared space, and oftentimes, you hear and experience things that you aren’t supposed to, however annoying, entertaining, and distressing it can be; so basically, dealing with annoying neighbours, couple break-ups, or unusual occurrences.

CONTENT TAGS — established relationship, you're both adults, fluff, you either live in a house or an apartment, cursing, scenarios, possibly ooc, kind of crack | wc: 3.1k

DIRECTOR NOTES — have this random silly idea i had while i was waiting for the train anyways i dont know how this got so long i swear i was just fucking around and writing and im also running out of titles ARGGGSHHHSH

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CAELUS

Your neighbours were arguing. Again. It’s something that you have already grown used to. So what do you and Caelus do? Of course, listen to it. It has become part of your nightly ritual, after all. You have both of your ears pressed against the wall, hushing one another, scolding for even breathing too loud because you cannot hear shit clearly. Tonight’s episode seems to be titled, “WHOSE LASHES IS THIS IN YOUR CAR?”, purely based on what you’ve been hearing behind the wall. 

The pieces of information that you got from yesterday’s together connect to each other like missing dots—that girl you’ve seen enter the apartment last time when the girlfriend had already left for work, which is the same girl you’ve seen in the highlights of the girlfriend’s account with the name, ‘4lyf’. You are wide-eyed staring at one another, sending telepathic messages, hoping that the both of you are on the same wavelength. You had your hopes up when he repeatedly nodded to your hushed question of “Do you know what this means?” 

However, when your debriefing came later on, hours after the bickering of the couple next door had ended, the both of you had come to different conclusions, making you wonder how did he even get there. 

“He’s clearly cheating on her with her best friend." You say. 

He then replies: “Or maybe homeboy just likes collecting lashes. You know those people who keep their fingernails clippings?”

“What, Caelus, that’s disgusting. Don’t tell me you do that?”

“What kind of image do you even have of me in your head?”

DAN HENG

Dan Heng sees you camping by the hallway like the nosy person you are as soon as he gets home, hiding behind the slightly open door, eavesdropping on the couple, ex-lovers, or a pair with a romantic history (a gut-wrenching situationship) bickering. 

You immediately beckon him over, placing a finger against your lips to silence any of his questions, and by the time he arrives by your side you pull him aside: “They’ve been at it for hours.” You say, completely focused on a pair of a couple of strangers, eyes gleaming with the fervor as if you’re watching your favorite show on TV. 

“And you’ve been here for hours?” He replies, which you immediately hush him. It’s rather painful to admit, but there’s this feeling that boils in his chest, and he can’t help but be upset. Something sharp and unwelcome twists in his chest at how utterly captivated you are by this strangers' mess when he's standing right here, when he could be giving you his full attention. Why are you paying so much attention to someone that isn’t him?

“I don’t really know what’s going on but it looks so interesting, so I can’t help it.” You utter, still not sparing a glance at him. Clearly, you weren’t the only one as the others are doing the same thing—even the ones from a different floor are lingering by the stairs.

With a long-suffering sigh that doesn't quite mask his irritation, he hooks a finger in your collar and bodily drags you away from your makeshift opera show, ignoring your indignant squawks as he herds you back inside, effectively distracting you with something else.

PHAINON

There are some pretty loud sounds and creaking that has been going on in the apartment next door. 

At first, Phainon and you dismissed it. I mean, it’s not like those kinds of things are not normal and both of you weren’t the purest beings out there in this world. Besides, that was just the only time it’s going to happen, right? 

Wrong. 

You are completely and utterly wrong because for DAYS you have been enduring those damn sounds and for days you are losing sleep over it. It haunts you every single night for hours as soon as the clock strikes nine as if it was a damn routine of theirs. You tried knocking back against the wall, a signal, but they didn't stop. Matter of fact, they get louder.

By the time a week has passed by, or banged by, both you and Phainon have reached a level of zen-like resignation that would concern even the most seasoned monks. 

Night comes once more, his eyes are glazed over as the headboard next door pounds rhythmically against the wall in what can only be described as architectural assault. He’s long since given up on subtlety, muttering, “Good for them,” with the hollow cheer of a man who has accepted his fate. You, on the other hand, are biting your lip to keep from laughing at the way his eye twitches every time a particularly enthusiastic moan pierces the air. 

He suddenly rolls over, pulls you in his arms, and squeezes you tightly like you were a life-sized stress ball, “You’re laughing, we’re both miserable, and you’re laughing.” Perhaps it was better to bang at your neighbor's door tomorrow to give them a change of pace, or a new definition of pounding.

ANAXAGORAS

Anaxa is not one to be able to tolerate such things. I mean, how many times has this been already? Every single time there is a damn delivery addressed to your door, it’s not really addressed to you nor him, but to the person who lives next to you. You wouldn’t mind it if it was just a one-time occurrence, but no, because nearly every single day you’ll always have someone knocking and yelling: “Delivery for (insert name of your neighbour who is pissing you off and inconveniencing you with this thing)!”

From food, to jewelry, to clothes, to shoes, to flowers, you name it all. It feels like you had the entire mall fall into your entire doorstep already. It gets annoying especially when it overlaps with some of your expected deliveries. Imagine being so excited for your parcel to arrive that you’d run to your door, abandoning whatever you are doing, only to discover that it wasn’t even yours?!?

“This is getting annoying.” You grumble, invading Anaxa’s personal space as he reads from his book, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I agree.”

So what does Anaxa propose to do instead? Accepting the deliveries before his neighbour could open the door and tell the guy that it’s theirs. From then on, you are enjoying the luxuries of free food and items. Though it only lasted for five days because your lovely neighbor didn’t put your address as the delivery place anymore after your small squabble with them. Bummer.

Why were they even putting your address for deliveries anyway? Turns out your neighbour was scamming people left and right online and putting your address as to not get in trouble in case authorities get involved. Well, they did get involved and they also did end up at your door but you simply redirected them to the right place.

MYDEIMOS

As a great philosopher has once said, for one to arrange their furniture, one must do it in the morning. Not during the ass fucking crack of dawn when you’re already wandering and skipping in your dreamland, talking to a purple dinosaur. As soon as he hears that loud banging, screeching, and scraping of something coming from the place above, Mydei does not waste a single second.

“What the fuck.” You say, groggy and having just woken up from your sleep when a loud sound of something crashing is heard from above. You would have thought someone broke into your place until you saw Mydei right beside you, leaning against the headboard, arms crossed across his chest.

“What was that? Did you hear that?” You’re already bombarding him with questions, trying to make sense of what’s happening until you hear another sound of something scraping just above your ceiling and it doesn’t stop for a minute. If you were in a cartoon, your whole place would already be shaking just for the effect of it.

“I’m going to talk to them.”

“Huh?” You say, confused, watching as your lover gets out of bed. “Who?” Your eyes follow him as he randomly picks a shirt from his closet. 

Before he completely leaves, he crosses the room until he’s leaning over you, one hand cradling your cheek as if you’re something sacred. His thumb brushes beneath your eye and before you realize it, he’s already tilting your face up, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

When he finally pulls back, he murmurs, “Stay here.” And then you never see him again.

Just kidding, you do. Just a few minutes later when he slips back into bed and tells you to go back to sleep, while he embraces you. You don’t question him or what he did, and surely enough, your sleep was peaceful and quiet.

BOOTHILL

ASSERT DOMINANCE, Boothill claims as he’s already rolling his sleeves and preparing to take out the speaker system.

He was already not having it. Months of having to deal with his so-called neighbours, also so-called ‘friends’, and their never-ending parties that disturb your sleep to which they’ll compensate with a half-assed apology the next morning only to do the same thing again during the night. In addition to that nuisance too is how some of these dumbasses would occasionally stumble into your door, mistaking it for the party venue. Clearly, they don’t see the loud ass house with disco lights just behind them.

After another intoxicated fool ends up at your doorstep again, his already-broken composure falters as he swings the door open with a rather pissed off grin, gaze burning with so much intensity. "Lost, darling?" he purrs, voice dripping saccharine venom as the stranger blinks blearily at him. One glance at you who bore a tired look on your face and back to Boothill who's still hovering by the doorway, glaring, and the poor soul suddenly remembers they have somewhere else to be. That was it, that was the last straw.

So here you are, trying to stop him as he drags the speakers to the porch, firing up a playlist exclusively consisting of a guy imitating how Hugh Jackman would sing certain songs (please get the reference) and Mariah Carey’s entire discography.

Not long after, the neighbour’s party stops dead. Although a verbal argument did break out, with your lover’s amazing vocabulary and machine-gun like mouth, he won.

"See, darlin’? Sometimes the best way to shut a party down is to throw a better one."

In the end, both you and the neighbours got a noise complaint.

JING YUAN

There’s a couple breaking up across the street and they were yelling loud enough to wake up even the neighbourhood’s deepest sleeper. So like the chad Jing Yuan and you are, of course, you sit by your porch on the pretense that you are… simply sightseeing. Yes, sightseeing. 

That’s why you have your chairs out with glasses of juice along with some leftover popcorn that you made last night. Oh, and also, your binoculars. If only you could read lips to complete your experience, but it’s alright, because this couple (or not to be) is screaming and hollering loudly, as the lady throws into the streets what you assume to be his belongings. 

The spectacle escalates to something like you would see from a telenovela, shame there are no grand reveals and slapping involved. But the girl did fling a ceramic vase at him, to which the man dodges, unfortunately.

“I wonder what the guy did.” You mumble, taking a mouthful of popcorn. Your bucket was nearly empty now and at the same time, it seems like your show is coming to an end as the woman stomps back inside and leaves the guy behind. With that, Jing Yuan rises from his chair, stretching languidly before offering you his arm. 

"Shall we retire for intermission, my dear? I believe Act Two will involve either tearful reconciliation or a round two of their fight. Either way, we'll want fresh snacks." It’s no lie that your lover is positively radiant with amusement despite the disruption it created for your usually peaceful, warm afternoon.

SUNDAY

Sunday deals with the neighbours’ drunken chaos the way a saint tolerates blasphemy. Despite the nuisance it has brought with the loud bass that seem to shake the whole place awake, he’s still formal and proper in handling the situation.

The door opens after a few minutes of knocking and waiting and a lady greets him.

“My apologies for interrupting your revelry, but I’m afraid you’re disturbing everyone with your enthusiastic celebration.” Specifically you. The thought of you being weary and troubled as you lose sleep over this terrible disturbance is making his chest tighten. He doesn’t wish to see you suffer, so he ignores your insistence of just leaving the neighbours alone. “Some of us have work in the morning.”

The woman blinks slowly and cries, “I’M NOT READY TO DIE YET!” 

Hell is quieter than their playlist, that’s for sure. 

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Please, it is clear that you are not of sober mind,” he forces a smile, “so allow me to make this simple for you. We would appreciate it if you were to immediately comply with local noise ordinance, lest we escalate this to the authorities. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

That seemed to have sobered her up, and though annoyed, the lady apologized and went back inside. Soon, the music comes to a halt and everything is embraced by silence. Relieved, he returns to your side after accomplishing what he was here for, bringing you a warm cup of tea to drink as he tells you of how his conversation went down, saying something about how some people wouldn't recognize peace if it bit them.

BLADE

You’ve just moved into the neighborhood, hoping to have a fresh, warm start together with your beloved. But life seems to have different plans for you.

There’s this group of teenagers making a commotion every day by the front of your house, coinciding at the same time that he’s away. From lighting up fireworks which resulted in burning off a few of your plants as it flew off the wrong direction, to laughing and playing loudly that you often find your afternoon nap being disturbed, and to even throwing eggs at your window as they compete with one another on who’ll get to hit the highest. It’s annoying, especially when you have already told them off many times before but they never listen. These brats.

Eventually, you’ve resorted to telling Blade about it, nearly breaking down in the process. I mean, it was stressing you out so much and although it could just be a small thing for others—reasoning it with how they’re just children and having fun—, it was making you frustrated. 

Blade makes an effort to comfort you, even reassuring you that he’ll deal with the problem. You just nod and accept it, knowing that he won’t be able to do anything against these young, wild, and free teenagers. 

You didn’t know that doubting Blade was a big mistake because somehow, when the next day comes, he had managed to bring them over to you and had them apologize, swearing that they’ll never bother you again.

“We’re so sorry!”

“We’re never going to do it again!”

“Please forgive us!”

You did scold them, kindly, before forgiving them and oddly enough, it was satisfying. It feels like a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“What did you do?” You ask him as soon as the kids leave.

“Stared at them.”

AVENTURINE

In all honesty, it’s rare for you to hear anything scandalous or experience something frustrating, so things can get a little boring. But when drama does strike, you and Aventurine are front-row spectators, dissecting every juicy detail.

This time, however, the gossip seems to involve you. There is a girl, a stranger, standing in front of you, yelling and accusing you of things that you don’t even remember doing. Your confusion and silence, however, prompts the stranger to hesitate and stop.

“Wait, you’re not [Name]?”

“I am…?”

"You bitch! Are you trying to confuse me or what?!" Furious, her hand flies up—only for Aventurine to catch her wrist with ease, letting go of it soon after.

“Perhaps there is a small misunderstanding. If I remember correctly, there are two [Name]’s in here.” he shields you behind him, holding your hand as if to reassure you, “I believe that the person you are looking for is them.” He says, directing her attention to somewhere else.

And funnily enough, there is another girl a few steps away, attempting to cover their face with their purse, trying to run away before they get caught. But it’s too late as the girl finally realizes who her target truly is. 

“YOU!” She storms over, heels clanking loudly against the floor. “I knew it was you!” You beg to differ.

The scene immediately escalated into a catfight accompanied with yelling and spilling the most atrocious things like how this paramour was also sleeping with the man’s sister. Wow, messy.

“Should we call the security?”

“I already did.” Aventurine casually says, squeezing your hand as he tugs you away from the spectacle. Walking back to your home and away from the mess, he takes this moment to tease you:

“Babe, you should have told me you had another man.”

“I do not!”

GALLAGHER

“And what’s troubling my beloved?” Gallagher asks as soon as he sees your rather stressed state—bags heavy under your eyes, hair disheveled, and the demeanor of someone who’s been pushed to their limit. You groan, flopping face-first onto the couch with a muffled scream into the cushion.

Gallagher hums, already pouring you a glass of water before settling beside you. His calloused fingers card through your hair, listening patiently, as you rant about the latest neighborhood nuisance: there is this constant thump-thump-thump noise that happens at exactly 3 AM. 

You’ll find yourself waking up to it often, cursing at that repeated sound that’s making your head explode. It lasts for an hour, sometimes less than it, but it occurs at the same time of dawn. You’ve adapted to it now by covering your ears with some plugs you bought from the store after days of having it happen to you.

“It’s just so annoying! Does it not bother you?” You say, rolling over to your back and staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t recall ever waking up to anything with that sound.” Right, you forgot how this man can be such a heavy sleeper at times.

“Lucky you.” You groan. “It sounded like someone's bouncing a basketball? Or maybe hammering nails? I don't even know anymore."

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, gazing at you affectionately as he caresses your cheek. “Maybe we can talk to them tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we could, they’re just next door anyway.” You mutter, sitting up slightly to rub your tired eyes. 

Gallagher’s hand stills against your skin. “What do you mean next door?”

“You know, unit 305. The one right next to us.”

“My love.”

“What? You’re scaring me, Gallagher.” You whisper, pulse quickening as his gaze flicks toward the wall.

“Nobody lives there.”

i procrastinated on this for days then as soon as i finished i got informed i have a 150-page reading due

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[belovedren]

#𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 🎟️

Imagine having a big fat crush on a person but learning that the exact same person has an obsession with you.

He's my man And I love him like nobody else can He's my man He's gone quite mad

Yandere HSR mean x reader ( Phainon, Jingyuan, Sunday ) different AU

PHAINON

Phainon was the dream son in law for every family, he is very popular and known by everyone–you bet that there's one person among your circle that knows phainon. You have been having a crush on him, but it was something small–it's not something big plus you move on by then plus he has a girlfriend.

One day out of the blue, you receive a message or a friend request from phainon Instagram. Your best friend's boyfriend, outed your previous crush on him during a hangout and now he's messaging you. He is checking in on you as well as wondering whether or not you still like him, you thought that he was asking for reassurance because he already has a girlfriend and he doesn't want to make it awkward between you and her.

You reassure him that you no longer have any feelings for him thinking it was the end of it–he took a long time to respond to your messages and he responded with an okay and then went offline. For one week, you've been hearing gossip of phainon and his girlfriend getting into arguments because he has a gallery of photos of a girl–thats what cyrene and castorice has been telling you.

The next day, your best friends break the news that phainon and his girlfriend officially ended their relationship. Honestly, you feel sad because his girlfriend is genuinely a nice presence but you guess people fall out of love–thats what you thought on what happened towards phainon and his girlfriend.

What you don't know is that phainon for the longest time has fallen in love with you, he's aware of the crush you had on him–in fact he enjoys the chase from you, from the gaze that you think he wasn't paying attention it simply fuels the flames in his heart. He and his girlfriend were nothing but a stunt to make you more jealous, and the relationship was fake for him. It immediately becomes a big problem when you said that you don't like him anymore, he instantly panicked. By now, he's now focused on rekindling the old spark–since you are too shy to make the first move he would.

JINGYUAN

You have admired the head chairman for a long time and from a distance, it's already known that the chairman is often too busy for a relationship–which is such a shame due to his good looks that would not be passed down, that's what the elders in your family say–after when you tell them about your small crush on your boss.

You were an assistant towards him and would manage his schedules so that he would not be overwhelmed and be burned out by the constant work he already has to do, he already has enough up his plate and he doesn't need more. There was so much for a person to handle, and he already suffered enough.

Jingyuan would often find your presence comforting and grounding, that's what he often says about you–referring to you as his sanctuary. Quite nice to be dotted on at first, but now it becomes uncomfortable for you–back then when you first work for him, he's always distant and closed off even dismissing you.

During a company party, you accidentally got too drunk and confessed your crush towards jingyuan in front of him and coworkers. It was a disaster night for you and the worst day of the year, you were ashamed of showing your face again but the paycheck was too big so you kept a low profile to avoid any attention.

Recently you've been trying to do a transfer but when you send your papers it's always denied, it's very frustrating because all you wanted to do is just to leave and start a new but unfortunately the chairman has this idea of wanting to "embarrass" you by keeping you there as a reminder of your previous embarrassment. When you finally, confronted him–he already expected it. You asked if this was an attempt to embarrass you and humiliated your confession, all he said was "when did I ever reject you" now you are all his now.

SUNDAY

You were a childhood for Sunday and robin, both coming from a royal family. Despite being from a lower status–your family and king gopher have a close relationship, that's probably the reason why you are able to meet Sunday and robin not to mention growing up together. You used to have a crush on the prince, but that dream was always a fantasy because it's expected for him to marry a high Noble.

Unfortunately a revolution has emerged and separated you from them for a long time, both Sunday and robin went missing when people flood the castle to execute the royal family with their relationship with the order which is seen as blasphemy against the Harmony that your nation serves.

During the years without them, you manage to grow in status by becoming the current king advisor. You never really expected that Sunday would return back, to take back his throne. It was a cold war and penancony was then split up again, another side wishes the return towards the oak prince while the other wishes to maintain the watchmen's wishes.

By the end Sunday manage to reclaim his throne again, you originally thought he might hate you but he seems neutral with you. Holding no grudge with you, in fact express happiness towards finally meeting you. He tells you his stories about travelling the world and his path of atonement as well as self reflection.

When you offer him a list of future spouses he seems to have taken it back, he always thought that you would be the one to be by his side–that caught you by surprises and move back, as you take a few steps back–sunday stand up from his chair and approach pinning you up against the wall. He is quite sad how lowly you viewed yourself, when you explain that you are not trained as a spouse–he told you that he doesn't mind at all because the title of spouse or advisor doesn't matter all that matters is you by his side.

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Watching his fingers pump in and out of you after he’s stuff you full of their cum.

“Don’t you waste a single drop…”

He coos so softly, placing a kiss on your belly as he keeps your plump thighs open. Your pussy is gushing, you’re about to cum again!

“Ah… it’s coming out, I’m gonna have to fill you up again, aren’t I? We need to make sure it takes…”

And so he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again. You already feel so full…

But he’s going to make sure you end up with a cute baby bump~

——————

|| GOJO|| GETO|| NANAMI|| CHOSO|| TOJI|| KAEYA|| AVENTURINE|| DILUC|| SCARA|| RENGOKU|| SANEMI|| KURAPIKA|| ILLUMI|| CHROLLO

[lowkeyren]

—honeytrap

in which : your boyfriend gets jealous when you flirt with another guy during a mission (re: blade is salty asf)

honeytrap [noun]: a stratagem in which a person entices another person into revealing information or doing something unwise.

wc: 2k, established relationship, stalking (it’s blade lol), reader is a tease #hellyeah, skinship bcus he can’t help but be touchy when he’s jealous (source: i said so). art by @/guaisanmu on x.

in celebration of blade n kafka x fortnite collab ig.

when blade first heard about the mission you were assigned, he showed no obvious interest. no questions asked, not even a glance in your direction. which, if anything, made you more suspicious.

after all, he had a (terrible) tendency to “coincidentally” appear on nearly every assignment of yours, regardless of how often you insisted he stay behind.

for once, he complied—begrudgingly, but still. he stayed put, just like you asked. 

that much is true.

right up until kafka casually mentioned, almost offhandedly, that she’d seen you with dan heng earlier.

does that explain why he was now stationed on the opposite side of the cafe you and dan heng were seated at?

maybe. 

but it’s okay, he justifies to no one in particular. it's perfectly fine as long as you don’t notice him. he needs to make sure you are doing your job properly, is all.

from his hiding spot behind the wall, he sees you invite dan heng to tea under the pretense of a friendly conversation; wearing the guise of a traveling merchant, you chat enthusiastically with him about trivial matters, your tone disarmingly harmless as you subtly pried for information on the astral express. 

“so the express usually stops by this area for repairs?” you ask, idly stirring your tea. “must be hard to maintain such a big train while traveling.”

he watches as dan heng hesitates before answering, clearly weighing how much to share.

your eyes lit up at his explanations, your head tilting in that familiar way, so similar to the expression you wear on the rare occasions blade speaks about his day.

blade folds his arms and leans against the wall, his gaze never leaving you. from this angle, he can see the way you smile patiently at dan heng, gently coaxing words out of him.

he knows this is all for the sake of the mission, but it still rubs him the wrong way to see you act so close with someone else, especially dan heng, of all people. (not like he’d ever admit that to you though.)

couldn’t you have chosen the trailblazer instead? why did it have to be dan heng? the more he thinks about it, the darker his expression grows, a faint scowl forming as his fingers dig into the rough surface of the wall—

“ah,” an elderly voice chuckles from behind him, amused. “admiring the young couple, are you? they certainly look good together.”

when blade gives no response, the old man follows his line of sight, glancing between you and dan heng. “you know them?”

“they’re my lover”, he wants to say; but he swallows the voice down, and stays fixed on the table by the window.

leaning forward across the table, you prop your chin on your hand, nodding along at dan heng occasionally. and as if he’s examining you under a microscope, blade’s eyes narrow slightly at your every movement. 

it’s not anger, not quite—more of a slow, simmering displeasure. like the faint itch he feels after you bandage his wounds. not unbearable, but all the more aggravating and impossible to ignore.

as if to rub salt into said wound, you reach your hand out, thumb brushing lightly against the corner of dan heng’s mouth, wiping away the faint trace of tea from his lips. the gesture looks to be intimate from your boyfriend’s vantage point, though you probably have no idea.

dan heng freezes. his eyes flicker wide for a fraction of a second before he looks away, ears faintly tinted red. even the old man beside blade can’t hide his reaction, letting out a quiet whistle, “young love these days.”

…

so far, you’re doing well.

your soft smiles and carefully chosen words has dan heng lowering his guard, answering your questions more freely than before.

but he doesn’t like how well it’s working.

he doesn’t like that you’re laughing at dan heng’s unfunny remarks (are they even good jokes, or are you just humoring him? whatever it is, it can’t be that funny.)

seeing your fond expression aimed at him makes blade’s chest tighten unpleasantly, it irks him to the point that he blurts out—

“they don’t look good with him.” the comment slips out in a flat tone, directed to the old man’s previous harmless compliment.

blade imagines you standing beside him instead, fingers intertwined with his, every ounce of your attention focused on him and him alone.

“they look better with me,” he adds, more so muttering to himself.

the man laughs at his reaction, shaking his head. “ah, so you’ve got competition, then.”

his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. competition? what a joke. as if he’d ever allow anyone to take you from him. 

“…do you feel like we’re being watched?” dan heng asks quietly.

you blink, taken aback by his question. “huh? by who?”

you follow his earlier line of sight, gaze drifting toward the wall at the end of the street. there’s nothing there—at least, nothing anyone else would notice.

but you know better. 

the faint traces of spider lilies left behind essentially confirms your guess.

and you can’t stop the small, mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

the mission wraps up smoothly.

you’re the last to arrive at the gaming cafe, spotting blade leaning against the wall near the entrance while silver wolf is still inside, aggressively mashing buttons at a machine.

“took you long enough,” the latter mutters without looking away from her screen.

blade says nothing yet his gaze flicks over you once, making sure you’re fine.

normally, he’d turn away after confirming you’re unhurt. today, he doesn’t. he pushes off the wall and steps closer instead, close enough that his shadow falls over you. 

“we’re meeting kafka and firefly at the shopping channel,” you say, stepping closer. “they’re finished too.”

silver wolf finally wins her round. “ugh fine. but i’m not carrying the bags.”

blade’s hand hovers at the small of your back—

“yo.” silver wolf leans over your shoulder, oblivious to what’s going on, her chin brushing your shoulder as she squints at whatever’s in your hands.

—before it drops back to his side.

silver wolf straightens. “you good?” she asks, tapping your arm lightly. “you froze for like, two seconds.”

“yup, im fine.”

you are absolutely not fine.

out of the corner of your eye, you see blade turn around a little too quickly, like he’s suddenly very interested in anything that isn’t you—conveniently avoiding silver wolf’s narrowing, suspicious stare.

he rubs the back of his neck, and now you can’t stop imagining what might’ve happened if silver wolf had shown up just two seconds later.

the street’s lively, bright lights reflecting off storefront glass. silver wolf skips ahead, hands stuffed in her pockets, rambling about her new console game while you trail behind with blade.

things are quiet between you two, which is unusual since you’re normally the talkative one. but your mind keeps drifting back to earlier; he rarely initiates kisses, so the thought of it now leaves you surprised and honestly, a little giddy.

he shifts slightly, and you notice him starting to take off his coat. “oh, i’m not cold—”

in one smooth motion, blade pulls off his coat and instead of draping it over your shoulders, it lands squarely over silver wolf’s head.

“—what the—?!”

you hear her exclaim in the background but your attention snaps back to your boyfriend almost instantly.

he uses the brief distraction to pull you close, one hand sliding to your waist, the other steady at your back. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you.

“why is it dark—get this off—”

blade pulls back just enough to let you breathe, but his forehead stays pressed to yours.

“missed you,” he whispers.

people usually exaggerate this part in dramas, but somehow, you can actually feel your heart skip a beat.

the moment is abruptly broken when silver wolf finally wriggles free, gasping, half-annoyed. she stops dead in her tracks, staring at the two of you, before recoiling dramatically.

“ew!” she yelps, making an exaggerated gagging motion. “can’t you guys do that somewhere private?!”

you step back quickly, flustered at being caught by your colleague.

blade, however, seems completely unfazed. he takes his coat back from her and slings it over his shoulders with a casual shrug.

silver wolf groans, making another retching noise, and storms ahead. “i’m telling kafka!”

blade doesn’t even flinch at her half-hearted threat, which elicits a giggle out from you. he glances down and you catch the faintest hint of satisfaction lingering in his eyes.

this time, he doesn’t let too much distance form between you as you continue walking.

on your shared bed, your boyfriend lies flat on his back, and you settle yourself atop his lower abdomen.

“blade… i didn’t know you read,” you tease.

a rhetorical statement, of course—you’ve never seen this man pick up a book in his free time, not even once.

“why are you ignoring me?” you press, tilting your head and leaning just enough to peek over the top of his book. “aren’t you the one who said you missed me?”

you tap the edge of the book with your index finger, nudging it down toward him.

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and looks away; revealing the top of his ears just barely reddening under his hair.

“...are you done?”

you ignore his attempt to act indifferent, changing the topic.

“y'know… i have to say, you must be a real genius to make sense of all those words.”

before he can even ask what you mean by that, you reach over and flip the book upside down (or rather, right-side-up). 

"really?"

"..."

it’s not like blade usually pulls stunts like this, you know he’s never been good at putting his feelings into words. but at least he makes them known to you. somewhat.

you’ve gotten good at reading his hints, though really… who could possibly miss them? he’s surprisingly so easy to fluster when it comes to you, even when he tries to hide it, it’s written all over him. only someone dense as a brick would fail to notice.

but you feign ignorance even now, its nice to hear him admit it himself once in a while. 

“is this because you’re jealous of dan heng?”

for the briefest moment, he visibly stiffens. ah. so it is about earlier.

he blinks, gaze traveling slowly from your thighs straddling his lap to your face, taking in every detail as if savoring the view.

“and you still decide to mention his name?”

he doesn't miss the small tug of your lips at his admission. he continues, “then, did your hard work pay off?”

“actually… he already found out a while ago.”

“good,” he says immediately, a not-so-subtle satisfaction threading through his tone. “so he knows you’re mine.”

“yes yes, but that’s not really the point—”

he buries his head in your shoulder, almost nuzzling into your neck. and you can’t help but think he’s just like a black cat staking its claim on its owner. 

“ahem, what i’m trying to say is… i got the info we needed in the end thanks to a source dan heng gave me.”

his hand slides along your side before his lips press against your neck, hair brushing softly against your skin.

you roll your eyes, fully aware he hasn’t been paying attention to your words at all.

instead, he seems far more interested in the way you react—how your shoulders tense when he decides to press a deep kiss under your ear, and how your breath hitches while you stubbornly bite your lip.

the book lies forgotten at the edge of the bed, its pages crumpled where it had been carelessly set aside.

whatever pretense he’d had of reading is long gone now as his fingers curl a little more firmly at your waist, thumb tracing idle patterns against the fabric there as though committing the shape of you to memory.

a faint, smug hum vibrates against your skin. so much for pretending the effect you have on him doesn't work just as well on you.

he still won’t admit it outright; but the little quirk of his lips, the subtle flush at his ears… 

those will have to keep you satisfied for now.

obligatory smau section (click in for full screenshot)

dh pov once he finds out abt your relationship w blade:

(d*n h**g is like a trigger word for ur bf plz dont mention it around him again)

MASTERLIST

[yvstclaire]

phainon drabble #1

meeting phainon was like meeting your real-life prince charming. he's handsome, kind, and did I mention hot? you would have definitely continued simping over him if not for what those comments beside his head revealed to you (wc 1.9k)

note: inspired by those chinese short stories where the mc sees 'bullet comments' like in live streams

tags: normal au, stalking, hidden cameras, yandere

The first time you met Phainon was on a hot, summer day. You remember clearly the sweltering heat of the sun, its rays burning hot over your living room despite the open windows. Even with the fan turned on at the highest speed, it did nothing to alleviate the discomfort (actually, it was made even worse because the spinning blades just tunneled hot air straight to your face). All in all, it was a shitty day. You lay on the couch in just shorts and a bra, switching through random channels on the TV while fanning yourself. It would have been a typical day, if not for the knocks coming from your door.

That's weird. You don't have any visitors. It couldn't be your friends because they all went back home, leaving you alone in this miserable city.

"Hello? Is someone home?"

A melodious voice rang from outside. Though faint, it caught your attention. 

Holy shit, his voice is hot!

Startled, you got up and almost ran to the door before remembering your outfit. Grabbing a random shirt, you stumbled messily towards the entrance while simultaneously putting it on.

"Um, hello? Wait, is no one here right now…?"

The man's words drawl out as you open the door. In your haste, you accidentally slammed it, creating a loud bang! You would have been wallowing in embarrassment right now if not for the sight in front of you. By the gods, this guy has to be one of the hottest people you know. White, glowing hair reflecting off the sunlight like a halo; clear, cyan eyes that shimmer like the sky; tall, lithe yet athletic physique judging by the muscles clinging to his tight shirt; and that strong, pretty face that gives off an attractive, boyish charm.

In a daze, you didn't catch yourself staring until the man waved his hand in front of your face. Blood rushed to your face in embarrassment at being caught ogling a random stranger. Before you can apologize, he just laughs like it's something amusing. And dear god, even that chuckle made your heart flutter. In your ears, that bright, cheerful sound felt like music.

Can someone really be this perfect?!

The man hands you a small box. You don't even know when you extended your arms, but he dropped it on your palms. It was warm.

"The name's Phainon! I just moved in today. What's your name?"

Meeting Phainon was like meeting a real-life Prince Charming. He's kind but not a doormat, confident but not arrogant, and friendly but not pushy. Since that day he gave you the meal, you've both exchanged numbers and have been in regular contact ever since. In the mornings, you'd greet each other on the elevator. You eventually came to learn that he's recently transferred to your university, studying Aerospace Engineering. He's also in the campus debate club — and a good one at that. Sometimes, in campus, he'd cheerfully ask to join you for lunch when you're both on break. Of course, you'd never reject him (why would you? food is best eaten when admiring a pretty face), scooting over for room while ignoring your friends' teasing glances.

The guy's a literal ray of sunshine. He's funny, handsome, and extremely reliable.

Especially the last one.

Today, the pipes in your bathroom gave up and randomly burst. Thankfully the landlord was quite a nice lady and immediately took the initiative to call over a plumber without blaming you. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side because for some goddamn reason, all the ones in your area were unavailable today. Unfortunately, this means she'd have to close the supply valve to prevent further flooding. The only silver lining is that it's only the sink pipe. Were it anything else, you'd look like an old woman with deep wrinkles from how much you're frowning.

Thank the heavens because Phainon — your dear, ever reliable neighbor Phainon — offered to help when he heard about it. Here he is in your bathroom, inspecting the pipes. 

Phainon.

In. Your. Apartment.

"Hm…"

"Is that a 'hm?' or a 'hm?!' ?"

Phainon chortled at your comment. "Perhaps a bit of both. Partner, these pipes might need a little bit more help. I need my equipment for this."

"Oh god." You buried your face in your palm, groaning at the thought of paying extra to fix it. If it's as bad as Phainon said, then it definitely wouldn't be cheap. Just imagining how much you'd have to shell out already gives massive headaches. If he can't fix it, you're doomed.

"Is it really that bad..?"

"Well, we wouldn't know until we try, right?"

Phainon stood up from crouching on the ground. "I might spend some time here to fix it. Will that be okay?"

"Oh, yes, of course—"

Suddenly, a stream of floating comments like in live streams appeared right in front of your face beside Phainon. More and more came every second making them difficult to read, but you were able to catch some of them.

bigphailover231: Oh my god, this is when he installs cameras in her bathroom!! BABY'S FIRST ACT <3333  strawberry_cupcake: OJMGGGGG IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!! imjusthere: you guys enjoy this???

Fuck, are you hallucinating right now? Was it from the two redbull cans you drank this morning—

Wait. Cameras?

"Partner, you good? H-e-l-l-o [Name], you're dazed right now." Phainon waved his hand in front of your face, tilting his head at your expression, looking amused. "If you're not comfortable with that, that's fine. I don't want to force you."

bigphailover231: 'I don't want to force you' TOP 3 BIG LIES OF ALL TIME LOL

Yeah, okay, I'm definitely going insane right now. First, there's no way comments can appear out of thin air. Second, Phainon would never do that. Goodness, I need to sleep!

"Sorry, I'm just a bit tired. Go ahead! Thanks, Phainon. You're a really big help."

Phainon returned your smile with one of his. Like always, it made your heart flutter. However, as you return to your room and Phainon went back to his to get some equipment, you can't help but feel a tiny knot form in your gut.

Initially you tried to dismiss it as some energy-drink-induced hallucination. All you needed to do was stay off Redbull and Monster drinks for the next week— and maybe getting some actual sleep. However, as the days pass into weeks, they just continue to appear. Most of the time it's when you talk to Phainon, but sometimes you'd catch them in the corner of your eye. You've never been a believer of the supernatural even as a kid, but now you're starting to seriously doubt it.

Campus? A glimpse from somewhere over the other side of the lecture hall.

Random cafe? A blur from the next booth.

Groceries? A chime from what you assume to be an influx of them.

Every single day, you'd either see it or hear it and it's driving you insane. You don't know when it started but your attraction for Phainon faded from admiration to a now-settling, deep uneasiness. You really, really don't want to doubt him, but the sheer accuracy of these comments are making it impossible not to. If these are just hallucinations, then why the fuck are they so accurate?

In the middle of the campus lecture, when the professor finally gave a break, Phainon 'accidentally' bumped into you.

waitingfornewscenes: yeah no, this guy changed classes just for [Name] LMAOO needforSPEED: bro couldn't have chosen a better excuse?

"Hey, partner! Didn't know we have the same professor, haha! I had to change classes because of some issues. Wanna study together?"

In the cafe while hanging out with friends and trying new sweets, Phainon came out from the next booth and looked 'surprised' when he saw your group.

yadayadaaaaa: COINCIDENCE MY ASS????/ next he'll say 'i didn't expect to see you here!' i bet omfg imjusthere: holy stalking

"I didn't expect to see you here. You like this cafe too? What a coincidence!"

In the supermarket getting groceries, he'd be there buying vegetables too. 'Coincidentally' he's not buying much and would be willing to help.

bigphailover231: offering to carry groceries??? day 10 of manifesting a man like Phainon… real life is a scam </3 strawberry_cupcake: right there with you, sis </3

Each and every time this happens, that tightness in your gut grows larger and larger. When you remembered the comments talking about hidden cameras, you desperately scoured every nook and cranny of your small apartment to look for them. You closed all the lights and investigated by shining the phone flashlight everywhere carefully, watching for the telltale glint of those lens. When you found two in the living room, one in the bathroom, and three in the bedroom, you almost vomited right then and there. Unfortunately, when you reported it to the cops, they said they can't do anything about it because 'nothing happened.' That moment lost your little trust for police enforcement completely.

Slowly, you started to withdraw from friends and going outside in general. Just the thought of seeing those comments or hearing its notifying chime brings undeniable anxiety. If you could, you'd stay the hell away right now and couch-surf with friends. Regrettably, they're all strapped for cash right now and couldn't afford another roommate. Plus, this was already the cheapest single-bedroom apartment without being absurdly far from the campus. And even more, you can't just move out and find a new apartment with roommates because you can't afford it. In other words, you're doomed.

But as much as you want to stay at home, the bills don't pay themselves. Thankfully, your part-time work didn't involve much customer service so you could stay in the kitchen rather than the front register. However, it only barely helps with the paranoia. You didn't want Phainon to be suspicious of your changed behavior so you tried to distance yourself subtly. His puppy-dog eyes glistening with unshed tears and hurt would have moved your heart if not for the comments floating beside his head.

It was late at night when you finally returned home. The skies were dark and only the street lights illuminated the area. Desperate to save as much money as possible, you practically ran speedwalked back to your apartment. The moment the door closed was also the moment you finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tired, you shrugged off the black jacket onto the floor and didn't even bother picking it up. Taking off your shoes, you immediately went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. And when that was done, you sluggishly dragged your body to the safe haven of your bed to finally get some rest.

Exhaustion finally caught up as just laying on the bed for a few minutes, beneath a blanket and surrounded by pillows, was enough to pull you to sleep. Your eyelids felt heavy and you were about to welcome the soft embrace of dreamland when, suddenly, a familiar sound chimed in the air.

In that very moment, your body stiffened as your eyes snapped wide open.

You looked around frantically, careful not to move too much. However, as your eyes scan the room, the sinking realization that he couldn't hide anywhere settled like ice in your veins. First off, you're not rich enough for a closet. Second, there isn't any furniture big enough to hide behind. Which means…

Ding!

Ding!

Ding—!

…He's right under your bed.

[monicahar]

bark like you want it...?

in which you jokingly treat them like a pet.

characters; phainon, mydeimos, anaxagoras

— gender neutral reader, established relationships, fluff, sugestive at anaxa's part, need ts after the hellscape the current amphoreus is in andddd hi yes im back with a kinda fun idea and uhhhh yeah sleep pronto (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ

it was supposed to be all fun and games. you'd say 'sit' and you'd expect him to raise a brow or two before whining about how you're treating him rudely. instead and very much contrary, the next second, PHAINON is immediately sat without question.

"well, you told me to sit!" is his meek excuse, turning red just as fast when you doubled over and laughed for a minute straight.

you think it's weird and cute. he thinks it's betrayal.

"is it so bad that i want to please you?" he says weakly whilst patting down his attire upon as he stood up straight, still burning up in sheer embarrassment. it's truly a sight to see someone as proud as him get shy. "as if it's my fault..."

you disregard his mutterings as you finally calm your giggles down, "to that extent, though? what if i asked you to bark? hm?"

phainon displays a waver in confidence, constructing his words carefully and said, "well, i'd do anything for you," he then slides you a sidelong look, one that's clearly not impressed. "even if it's something like... barking and sitting on command."

it looked like it pained him to say the last part.

still, you're unable to keep the corners of your lips at bay, genuinely elated at his response.

but unfortunately for him, there always has to be a catch when it comes to your very-easy-to-tease boyfriend...

so you let your lashes flutter, watching carefully as his smile grows a tad wary at your shift in demeanor.

"phainon... you sure you're not into this?"

the future leader of the chrysos heirs — your cute little snowy, explodes into another burst of red, looking as scandalized as you expected.

"wha — what is that supposed to mean?!"

his pouty expression makes him look like a kicked puppy now that you think more about it — of which reminds you the way he begs for attention and kisses, is eager to please, also likes your praise, and often sulks in a corner whenever you don’t... like a puppy.

the resemblance is almost uncanny. how amusing.

"maybe you were a dog in your past life,"

"..."

"..."

"...um, are you going to elaborate?"

you simply smile in return.

MYDEI stares like you'd slapped him across the face when you tell him to roll over.

"what?" you prod further when he doesn't say anything in response, "you shy or something?"

a glint appears in his eyes and you already know what he's going to say next.

"there's no such thing in the kremnoan langua —"

"mydei," you stare back, rid of all humor. he stares back, equally fiery. "roll. over."

you can practically see all the stages of grief flash in his eyes within mere seconds, weighing his options against you. you inspect your nails in an attempt to hide your anticipation. mydei is a wildcard if anything.

would he pretend he didn’t hear anything? probable. would he be mean about it? probable too. would he actually go along with it? pfft, yeah, and pigs would start falling from the sky —

to your most and utter horror, he starts lowering himself to the ground.

you shriek and stop him from continuing any further by grabbing a hold of his shoulders. (drool...) "hey, hey! i was kidding, you freak!"

"who are you calling a freak?" he snaps, not looking very intimidating as he's already kneeling down on one knee before you. "and i'm just following as you told me, am i not?"

"y-yeah but..."

he stands up, half-heartedly glaring you down. "i set aside my pride for your antics and you halt me. why?"

"it's more like why were you about to go along with something that's obviously said in jest..."

"hm. aglaea told me that you would often have weird tendencies and commands," he shrugs your hand off of his shoulder, "and that i should obey them without question if i want a... happy you. something ridiculous like that."

your jaw hangs open. mydei akwardly closes it shut. "you... you consult aglaea about... me?"

he gives you a weird look, "relationships, to be more exact. and why wouldn't i? you're a lot of work."

you deflate, "that's mean, mydei."

the proud chrysos heir shifts his footing, frowning at the air like it wronged him. his words are strained yet truthful, "i just... want to make you happy. that is all."

oh my.

you couldn't hold it any longer and proceed to jump him, whilst pigs do start falling from the sky.

it's pretty much established that ANAXA would yoink you out of the room should you decide to pull that on him during one of his lectures. in front of his students? yeah, you're grounded whether you liked it not.

though, it'd be a completely different story outside such settings...

currently sifting through scrolls sprawled out on his desk was the man of the hour himself, and having decided to accompany him in your free time — your boredom had long kicked in before the idea popped into your mind.

you approach him quietly, before placing your hand on top his head.

"who's a good boy?"

his gaze does not waver from the surface of his desk, but you do catch his contemplative expression freezing for a short moment.

"if you wanted a chalk to your face, you could've just said so."

how romantic. you really can't go a day without your loving boyfriend.

you beam at him, pretending like he hadn’t just threatened you with his 'teaching' gun tool. "that's not very good of you, anaxa. want me to punish you?"

"i believe you're acting up because you haven't gotten plentiful rest. be a dear and go back to your room, will you?"

"you want me gone?" you playfully pout up at him, finally earning his attention as he directs his gaze towards you — a brow raised. "you're being reallyyy bad, right now. i can't believe you'd kick me out just like that."

a sigh escapes anaxa. his singular eye opens to stare you down. you subconsciously gulp down your nerves. did you provoke him too much?

"unprofessional conduct by reffering to me casually during work hours, petting me like some dog and threatening to punish me... pranks like these shall not be tolerated." his eye twinkles in something akin to amusement, "i'll take care of you later."

the tension reaches a stalemate.

your brain short-circuits.

"uh, what do you mean by —"

"you know i dislike it when people ask questions they already know the answer to," as cryptic as ever, he spares you one last glance before returning his attention down to the scrolls laid upon his desk.

heeding his warning of sorts, you depart and stand outside his office — unmoving.

you seem to have brought upon yourself another day of being... unable to walk.

3.4 is taking forever...

[wakacchi]

Jing Nyan /ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\

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