cw: male!character x gn!reader; situationship; this is inspired by a dream i had, but i decided to make it neutral for the character :3
“What are we?”
It was a question that both of you have been searching for an answer for god knows how long. Because what you two had going on wasn't platonic at all.
Friends don't look at each other so longingly. They aren't intimate or romantic towards one another. They don't cuddle or kiss while laying in bed together, naked. That's what lovers do, not friends.
But that was the thing. In public, you guys were friends. Best buds that hung out all day, everyday. No one would've even suspected that there was something going on between you two. Not even your closest friends.
“What do you want us to be?” He asked in return, his hand squeezing yours gently, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.
You both had your eyes set on the TV in front of you, its volume being low and its brightness being the only source of lightning in the dark room.
You didn't answer. Instead, you just leaned against him, your hold on his hand tightening a little.
That brought his gaze to your form, his eyes softening at you. He left a soft, but long kiss against your head, before he spoke. “Are you scared of something?”
“Maybe…”
“What is it?”
You stayed silent for a few moments, biting your lip nervously. “That i might lose you…”
He didn't move or say a thing for a moment, and it made you a little anxious. But soon, you heard a soft laugh leave his lips, making you look up at him with a pout.
“I'm not going anywhere, silly.” He said in a reassuring voice, as his free hand came up to cup your cheek. “I'm right where i want to be.”
Even if you didn't get a proper answer to your original question, it didn't matter in the moment. If both of you felt the same way, maybe a label wasn't that needed right now, but just the feeling of you two next to each other.
Waking up head throbbing, you sat up, only for you to feel something drapped over your lap— you look down, you're completely bare. "Wh—" before you could process what's happening, there's an arm, drapped over your lap. Your heart skipped a beat, you slowly turn to see him. Laying there, his back facing upwards as his face buried in the pillow. His hair messy as he continue sleeping like so, unaware of your awakened self.
Soon you heard a groan coming from his side as you were just about to leave the bed—
"You're leaving already?" He said groggily, the sheets rustled as he moved. He turned to face you with his sleepy gaze, he slowly blinked— "You don't want to stay with me?" He added in a whisper. He laid there, his arm that was drapped over your lap, you carefully moved them off— only for him to insistently put it there again. There was a long silence after that, and he added another whisper that made your heart once again skipped a beat..
ft. seible, freodore, zeal ginjoka, kaelix debonair (separate) x f! reader — by the beat, nijisanji en
╰₊✧ you and your boyfriend are unable to keep focus on the new year’s event, turning your attentions away to celebrate with a bang instead ┊2.8k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom by the beat & sub reader┊celebrity au! (seible) fingering, limo sex, (freo) giving oral (zeal) jealousy, receiving oral (kaelix) unprotected piv
➤ author's note: happy belated new year!! (the depression that comes with it is crazy, idk how anyone manages to do resolutions, and my family hates to see me have free time, this is four/five days late and very bad help.) to another year of writing, this fic is sponsored by meli (ilysmmm)
you had just spent hours getting ready for this new year’s gala, personally doing your hair and makeup all nice after putting on a custom-designed outfit which was sure to have the press fall to their knees when they see you stepping out onto the red carpet. there’s always a special magic when it comes to curating your own look rather than sitting in a swivel chair for hours on end for artists to style you, and although you loved to see what they had planned for you, you preferred to be reminded of how things were before your name became considered “a-listed.” it kept you humble instead of allowing the fame to get to your head, which you were always fearful about whenever people tried to insist on serving you without having you lift a finger. the last thing you wanted was for the public to think you were too self-centered or narcissistic, but you also said that the last thing you wanted was for your look to be ruined before you could make the most out of it, and now you were wondering what the point of all that time and effort was for if your boyfriend was just going to ruin it anyway.
━━━ .°˖✧ seible - 7:33pm ˚₊ ⊹
there’s no possible way for the chauffeur to have any idea of what was going on in the backseat of the limousine a mere few feet behind him, but there was still a part of you which was slightly nervous that the soundproof and blacked-out divider that separated the two of you from him was suddenly defective for some reason. imagine if the poor older man was merely pretending to be oblivious to avoid embarrassment or getting fired from this cushy job you gave him, you think you would be the one dying of humiliation.
your boyfriend, on the other hand, is just as shameless as ever, not giving a single damn whether or not the other man was aware of your ungodly actions, only caring about the adorable reactions you were showing with your shyness. every little mewl and moan from the way his long fingers were curled up inside of you spurred him on to do more, pulling up your dress past your waist while sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck.
it’s almost like he’s making it his mission to ruin your appearance, your perfectly sculpted hair falling out of place, your lipstick smearing with sight imprints left on his pale skin, and the fabric of your outfit getting all wrinkled. at least there was an overly convenient towel hidden away in one of the compartments of the vehicle, laid out underneath where you sat so that none of the evidence of your arousal would stick to your dress or the leather seats of the car.
he maintains a slow and teasing pace, thrusting his digits in and out in accordance to his will rather than yours, making you curl your manicured toes in your high heels and roll back your eyes with every rub of your clit. you could feel yourself becoming more desperate as time passed, knowing that if you didn’t reach your peak before the ride was over, then you wouldn’t have any time to adjust yourself and would be walking out onto the red carpet looking dazed and frazzled in a lust-induced haze. seible would never allow it, adamantly declaring that he’s the only one who gets to see you in such a state, but if worse comes to worst, at least he knows that the reporters were stupid enough to believe it was an intentional design, and he would be able to get infinite entertainment from the memory.
“you,” you managed to groan out, “are going to be in so much trouble when we get home.”
through the ringing of your ears as your orgasm arrives and crashes throughout your body, you could hear him giggling girlishly before continuing to steal your breath away with another kiss. it’s not that he didn’t believe in the legitimacy of your threat, already sure that in a couple of hours, even when you’re both tuckered out from all of the partying, then he would find himself on his hands and knees with a collar around his neck for you to pull around on a leash.
there might even be a little golden bell that rings every time he moves, and along with the sound of him begging for your forgiveness, it will all be music to your ears. no matter the case, he’ll gladly accept his punishment when the time comes without a single word of protest, but for now, once he has you all cleaned up, he’ll help you look just as perfect as you did when you stepped into the limo, utilizing his strangely steady hands to help fix the makeup he ruined, and when you finally step out to the adoring crowds, you’ll be looking like the stunning goddess you truly were with his arm wrapped possessively around your waist.
━━━ .°˖✧ freodore - 8:26pm ˚₊ ⊹
people have been complimenting you nonstop ever since you stepped foot into the building, saying that you were practically glowing in a way only an angel come to earth would be, and while you gave all of them your sincerest thanks, there was a certain someone with turquoise hair who never said anything at all. he didn’t need to, drinking in your appearance from afar, silently admiring you because he fears that there was nothing he could say that was appropriate to speak in public.
he isn’t the only one who has his mind running wild at the moment, because he looks more dazzling than he has any right to be, and your jaw nearly dropped when you saw him under the sparkling chandelier rather than the white potlights of your shared home. both of you would often complain how lackluster the male attire tends to be at events like this, just wearing a nice suit that has been worn a dozen times before and calling it a day, so freo takes the time needed to customize and style his outfit so that it’s anything but simple and sleek, looking like a walking work of art that you needed to take a bite out of for your own sanity.
while he knew he looked good, he didn’t think he looked good enough for you to be acting like a borderline rabid animal. not that he minded, of course, he was extremely flattered that you found him so irresistible that you needed to shove him into a nearby broom closet because you needed to feel his skin underneath all those layers, but if he knew you would be behaving like this, then maybe he would have placated you before you both left the house.
although, he isn’t sure it would have worked to begin with, not when he’s slapping a palm over his mouth to prevent any moans from slipping out while you’re sucking the soul out of him. he likes to pride himself in remaining calm in all situations, including this one, but it’s nearly impossible to accomplish when you’re expertly bobbing your head along his length while looking up at him through those innocent half-lidded eyes as if you weren’t doing something so dirty at the moment.
still, he couldn’t prevent the little mutters that managed to escape to fill the silence in between the sinful yet glorious sounds you were making with your mouth enveloping his cock— little ‘uhs’ slipping out along with blurred words of praise, telling you how good you were at this and how good you were making him feel. this was his own heaven on earth, shaking like a leaf in the wind at the way your tongue would flatten against his underside and swirl against the angry red tip.
“f-fuck,” he groaned, unable to stop the rare swear from popping out, subconsciously jerking his hips into your mouth, “god, i’m so close.”
a little smile came to your face at the little tidbit of information, knowing that when he starts using words as dirty as his actions, he’s going to burst in barely half a minute. it didn’t matter if you sped up or maintained your pace, as long as you didn’t completely draw yourself back from him, so you continued to snake your tongue around his shaft and run your mouth along his length until the familiar hot flood of cum filled your mouth, which you gladly swallowed as a job well done. by the time you both left and rejoined the others, they were none the wiser about why your lips appeared to be a bit swollen and why his waves were a little off, simply brushing it off as nothing they shouldn’t be concerned about.
they didn’t even notice how the two of you seemed to be a bit more lovey dovey with each other like a high school couple would be, holding hands and smiling a bit too brightly at each other, but that’s just what comes when you meet your soulmate, they suppose, the light never fizzes or goes out.
━━━ .°˖✧ zeal ginoka - 10:52pm ˚₊ ⊹
“when are you going to be done? is the boss really going to have you working all night? it’s been hours…” you whined, resting your face in your palm.
your boyfriend has been behind the bar table ever since you got here, which has been hours ago. talking and socializing with your friends was nice, watching him work while getting wine drunk was fun, but now, you just wanted to spend time with him and him alone instead of just watching him mix drinks and serve them to customers. besides, some of them were getting too brave with the liquor in their veins, having the audacity to flirt with him right in front of your face. arguably, they probably didn’t know he was taken in the first place, but when you were just about slam your glass down and slap one of the patrons in the face, zeal suddenly reached across to grab your wrist and pull you out back, taking you to a completely empty breakroom before locking the door behind him.
“don’t you have ten more minutes until your break?”
“don’t you know that i’m all yours and that you don’t need to fight random people for my attention? besides, could you imagine what the press would say if you suddenly beat up some rando?”
for fucks sake, must he always be so flirtatious even when you’re high strung? you were half-tempted to be a little brat who pouts before leaving him high and dry for pissing you off after smiling too sweetly at guests, but he knows all too well how to handle you when you’re mad at him, and getting on his knees with his face buried in between your thighs is a sure-fire way to make you completely forget about your anger.
he’s a bartender, of course, he’s paid to look handsome and to be nice to all the customers in a way that made them feel special, but there wasn’t a single one of them that he wanted as much as he wanted you. he’s been thinking about this the entire time he was serving them, how he’d much rather be celebrating new year’s eve in bed with his beloved, but he’ll have to settle for tongue-fucking you in the place where he usually naps in between shifts. the thrill of it all and the way you pull at his dark locks is enough to make up for the lack of comfort, although it probably doesn’t make too much of a difference for you when your mind is starting to swim with pleasure.
while he adores the way you glare when jealous and the attitude you develop, he adores even more how quickly you shut up in favor of moaning when he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, expertly eating you out with the same vigor he uses when shaking up his drinks. it doesn’t help that your sweet nectar was his drunker than any gin or tonic could make him, mindlessly lapping up your arousal dripping from your slit as if it was the only sustenance a starved man like him would ever need. he’s just as addicted and mad with lust as you are, maybe even more with how turned on he got when seeing your hand balled up in a fist ready to throw and decided that he needed you right in that very second, sneaking away before his shift was even over.
it’s embarrassing how just a minute of having his mouth on where you wanted him most was enough to make all of your annoyance disappear like it was never there, but he’s so talented with his tongue that you don’t think that there would be a single person in the entire world who won’t be the same. not that anyone would know, not when he’s all yours.
━━━ .°˖✧ kaelix debonair - 11:59pm ˚₊ ⊹
celebrating the new year and counting down to midnight with friends while absolutely sloshed is always fun, but many suppose that it becomes a little repetitive after a couple of dozen times, so no one batted an eye when you and kaelix retired from the party early, assuming that you both were just going to head to bed and try to sleep off the booze as well as through the barrage of fireworks when the clock strikes twelve.
while that may have been the original plan, your energy was quickly revitalized when your lover suddenly climbed on top of you before you could doze off, kissing you in a way that was getting you all hot and bothered embarrassingly fast.
it’s much more vulnerable than it would have been if you recklessly fucked at the gala in a hidden corner. you were changed into silk pajamas without an ounce of makeup on your face and much more shy than you usually were, a sharp contrast from the confident aura you were radiating earlier. it’s not that you find yourself outright unattractive, but when you’re always under a microscope and a possible target of scrutiny at any given moment, you’ve become much more reserved when you’re not adopting your famous persona.
regardless, kaelix prefers you this way, the real you, instead of the glamorous act you put on when on television (even though he loves it very much as well). he’s quick to strip you of all your clothing, peppering kisses all along your body, and moving everything so fast. there isn’t any real reason for him to be rushing things. maybe it’s because of the invisible deadline of midnight, maybe it’s because he just can’t help himself in the moment, but when he finally sinks into you with a low groan, he can’t help but feel grateful for going home early rather than sticking around the party. he wouldn’t be able to fuck you even half as comfortably if you were both hiding out in a bathroom or storage closet as he could in the comfort of your shared bed.
and god, he’s so big, there are a few seconds of pain at first that could have been prevented with a little more prep, but it doesn’t really matter to you when the stretch quickly becomes so unbelievably pleasurable in a way you couldn’t explain as he began to thrust into you at the most perfect pace, a skill he’s learned to master ever since you both started being intimate. you could practically feel him pulsing inside of you like a heartbeat, as well as every ridge and the curve of his cock filling you up.
his hands moved in between your thighs to spread them apart, allowing him to stare mesmerized at the way your pussy swallowed him whole, his glasses slipping off to the edge of his nose as he looked down. it slowed down his speed, making you whine at the lack of friction, attempting to lock your legs around him to get him back on track, and it took him a couple of seconds to do so when he was so busy admiring your erotic beauty.
he wasn’t even fazed by the sound of cheers and fireworks going off outside, unable to think of or focus on anything other than you. you were hardly any different, ignoring all of the chaos of the new year happening and simply wiggling your hips against his because, as much as you love being adored like a princess, you also wanted to get fucked properly.
so he obeys like an obedient pup after the few seconds of distraction, but first, he lowers himself to place a tender little kiss on your nose, letting out a soft chuckle at the way your face scrunched up. “happy new year, my love.”
Maid series: My favorite maid ✦ My lovely maid ✦ My sexy maid 🔞➤ Kaelix had been going to this maid café for some time now. He really liked you, and eventually he collected all his courage to ask you out. The two of you go on a picnic date together, and then, you give him your very first time during a sleepover.
Puppy play series: Down, boy 🔞 ✦ Down, girl 🔞✦ Good boy 🔞✦ I said, down boy 🔞✦ That's right, pup, cry some more for me 🔞✦ My two naughty puppies 🔞➤ Reader is in a three-way relationship with Kaelix and Zeal. All of you had recently found a new hobby: dressing the other up as a puppy and making them do all kinds of favours for you.
Zealix: Love at the summer festival 🔞 ➤ Zeal and Kaelix were having a fun time at the summer festival, but being with so many people eventually got them really tired, especially Kaelix. So, they looked for a secluded area to spend some quality time together.
Office AU series: Mine, only mine. 🔞 ✦ Please be sure to take care of yourself ✦ What a wonderful office party... Wait, what?! 🔞✦ Lazy Sunday Mornings ➤ At first, Kaelix is really jealous of the affection that Zeal shows you. However, they put their differences aside and care for you when you faint at work. A few months later, there is an office party with lots of alcohol involved, and Zeal ends up in your shared bed. But you also share some lazy sunday mornings together just having fun.
✦ Kaelix
What a tantalising creature 🔞 ➤ On a late-night stroll on the beach, you come across a beautiful merman. The creature meets your eyes, and he has decided you will be his mate.
You're such a bottom 🔞 ➤ A request for the prompts "The first sleepover" and "You're such a bottom" with Kaelix.
You're so beautiful when you cry 🔞 ➤ A request for the prompt "You're so beautiful when you cry" with Kaelix and Sonny.
You really like it up the ass, huh? 🔞 ➤ You went along with the bouncer when he went to work, and during the night, you get more and more needy. When you come home, you fuck him senseless.
My favourite camgirl 🔞 ➤ A request for the prompt "My favourite camgirl" with Claude and Kaelix.
What a tasty meal 🔞 ➤ featuring Xileak. You get captured by someone who has really ill intentions. WARNING: THIS IS REALLY DARK, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
Let me in, please 🔞 ➤ Kaelix had been worried about you lately, since you hadn't been doing well after your accident. And to be honest, you really weren't doing well, indeed.
Yes, mistress! Anything you say, mistress! 🔞 ➤ Kaelix was obsessed with a certain dominatrix in the game "Date Everything" lately. But luckily for him, you know just how to give him the night of his life.
✦ Freo
Oh, you want hugs? Alright ➤ Reader is really desperate for some cuddles and kisses from her lovely boyfriend. You take a bath together, and this is just super adorable, really.
✦ Zeal
Care for a drink? 🔞 ➤ You and your friends have been going to this new club quite frequently lately. You had grown really fond of the bartender working there, and one night, the two of you had some spicy private time.
Are you jealous, darling? 🔞 ➤ Zeal was having his very first ASMR stream. Hearing him flirt with chat so much really made you jealous. So you begged him to fuck you good to make up for it.
It's okay darling, I'm here now ➤ You were deathly afraid of thunderstorms, and there had been another one going on again tonight. Zeal rushes home to comfort you.
I need you ssssssso bad 🔞 ➤ Your boyfriend Zeal had some interesting parts to him, literally, that he only dared to share with you and his close friends. When you tell him you want to try something new in the bedroom, he has a surprise for you.
Hungry eyes 🔞 ➤ Zeal's eyes hold some special powers. They can either help you calm down or lose control with pleasure.
Despite everything, it's still you 🔞 ➤ You had been through so much that you were convinced you weren't deserving of love. Even if your boyfriend showered you in love and support over and over, the thoughts were still there. So you ended it. You decided that being alone was better, but he wouldn't let you.
Corroding Heart 🔞 ➤ Zeal had his heart broken, and he was literally and figuratively falling apart. As his best friend, you show him that life is still worth living, and you manage to fill the void in his heart.
✦ Seible
That looks better on you than it does on me! ➤ Your boyfriend would go absolutely crazy every time you wore some of his clothes. When he comes downstairs from streaming, he notices you're wearing his tie, and it sends his mind reeling.
Who's my good puppy? 🔞 ➤ Seible, your puppy, has been really clingy the last few days. You wonder what's wrong? And then, it clicks in your mind what's been going on.
Cuddles? Cuddles! ➤ Your boyfriend was in a really cuddly mood lately, and who are you to deny him lots of cuddles and kisses?
NSFW, MDNI / 0.8k Words / Contains: Penetration, Unprotected Sex, Dacryphilia, Established Relationship, Implied Yandere (DONT TAKE MY WORD ON THAT LAST ONE)
AN: I wrote this a year ago because I thought it was going to kick off my Tumblr writing career then never posted it till today. I started it because a lot of people were talking about yandere Kaelix and I was interested but I got too hung up thinking about how someone who values interpersonal relationships so much would never deliberately try to ruin someone else’s for his own gain, tried to write around it, then got fed up and ended it really abruptly. If it wasn’t clear, I’ve never used Tumblr before, so if there’s some sort of evil unwritten rules that I’m breaking right this very second please rest assured that I will likely never post again. Thank you.
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Even in your own home, in your own bed, the sheets always smelt like him. You remembered it like it was yesterday, probably because it was only a month ago; him beckoning you closer in the foyer of the nearby department store, excitedly unhooking the carabiner from your belt loop and waving it in the air, giggling at how you struggled to get it back even on your tippy toes before sticking it into the Minute Key kiosk. It’s worth noting that he only apologized for teasing you after he pocketed the copy. Ever since then, it’s like he can’t go a day without dropping by unannounced. He’d always pull you into a hug, pressing your face into his chest to muffle your incessant complaints about the way he never called before coming over. Most of the time, he’d leave after a while, albeit late at night. You’d gotten good at gauging how long he’d stay. Tonight, for example, with you sprawled out underneath him when the only sounds are your heavy breathing and his open mouth kisses against your collarbone, you might be able to seriously bet your lease he’d go till sunrise.
He angled himself at your entrance and waited for you to give him the ok. He didn’t exactly “ask” anything, rather, he just stared down at you with this nervous, troubled expression. You didn’t answer right away. You weren’t hesitant, it was just that you got lost in his eyes. The way you smiled watching the corners of his mouth twitch waiting for your response was the indisputable proof that you really did love him despite the way that he was. After a while, you nodded, and before you could even complete the motion, he thrust into you with an incredible urgency even though neither of you had anywhere to be. At first he was fast; so fast in fact, that his dick kept slipping out. If it were anyone else, you’d find it pathetic. He would rut against you like a wild animal in heat, both hands around your waist, holding you in place with a grip that felt like it was bruising you. When he came, or rather, as he came, his movements had slowed, though no more deliberate than before. He was crying now, tears dripping onto your face as he kissed your cheeks, just like always, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop fucking you. It was as though he was stuck in a trance. Your eyes were watery and half-lidded, and you struggled to say anything but his name, but you knew you had to stay lucid. If you didn’t, he’d surely hurt himself long before he hurt you.
He was always frightened by the thought of you leaving him. If you had to guess, it’s because he knows he’d let you go. In addition to yourself, Kaelix loved the world, so he knew better than anyone how awful of him it would be to take you away from it. That’s why he was so meticulous in acclimating you to the idea of spending the rest of your life as his other half. If he were to lock you away somewhere and wear your spirit down till your vision was so blurry narrow he was the only thing you could see, you would not be the same you that he fell in love with, and he could not love you in good conscience because it would call into question whether he ever truly loved you to begin with. Your bodies pressed together like this; the feeling of sweat and sex mingling with the cold air of your bedroom, seemed natural now, just the way he wanted. He had finally won.
After he had nothing left to give, he pulled out, letting the cock that filled you to the brim only a few moments ago rest against your stomach, twitching with anticipation as semen dribbled out of your hole. It was no surprise he still wasn’t satisfied. Thankfully, you were never one to mind, and you welcomed his ferocity with open arms. Kaelix Debonair couldn’t have asked for a better object of affection.
࣪𓂃 ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [shu yamino] “Close your eyes, tell me what you see? (Ain’t nothin’ but a dream, baby).”
— in which! someone stared at someone for too long and started embarrassing themself.
OR some purple-banana-haired guy realized his feelings in an almost mortifying way.
word count: 1.0k
content! cliché, fools in love, f! reader in mind but no pronouns mentioned, not beta'd we die like my will to live, eng not my first language, student council! au (we back like bangtan)
inspired by: one more night by bts (stream arirang y'all)
It’s a fantasy. The way he looks like a literal dream-come-true, even if he’s doing nothing but reading in the quiet corner of the library. It’s unfair, actually. You can’t quite fathom how a quiet, penguin-looking guy looks hot reading books about freaking algebra. It doesn’t make any sense. Or maybe you’re just into nerds, you don’t quite recall.
Either way, you envy him.
You just want to bite that chewy face that’s staring right back at you.
Wait— staring right back?!
“Girl, Yamino’s literally gonna melt if you keep staring at him like that.” Your friend said, not even looking at you making a fool out of yourself by picking up a discarded book and suddenly gaining the ability to read upside-down.
“Yeah—… Yeah, he’s literally staring right fucking back at ME!” you hissed, eyes barely peeking out just to check if he’s still looking in your direction.
He isn’t, but he’s sporting a tiny smile-smirk that kinda makes you wanna kill yourself and die in a ditch out of embarrassment.
“Good, you creep. You stared at him like a psycho; you reap the consequences,” she said, silently side-eyeing you with her left eyebrow raised. You would’ve felt offended if not for the very sad fact that you’re still pretending to read an upside-down coloring book.
“You’re not fucking helping. Just shut up.” You squeaked, feeling yourself shrink to your seat from either horror or embarrassment—maybe even both. Huh, maybe becoming one with the chair isn’t that bad of an idea.
Not exactly an ideal encounter for the first time, but hey, it worked. You totally (bombed) made a lasting impression.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
Shu Yamino is a person with a strict schedule and a laid-back personality. He loves his low-key introverted life, but really, once you get to know him, his funny-witty side will make you want to stay with him for shits and giggs. It’s quite charming, actually. You never would've expected it from the refined Tech-Genius Secretary of [insert school here], but his unpredictability is what truly captures the heart of the masses.
He might seem a little cold and indifferent at first glance, but gosh, you can feel the warmth within him if you just move a little closer.
And as stated, he is beyond charming indeed.
Which is why you often stumble upon yourself when meeting him, of all people. A gentle penguin—that’s exactly what he is.
And quite frankly, that’s the nickname saved under his contact in your phone.
Even if your first meeting was quite literally a fever dream. Something so fucking embarrassing to the point that you nearly asked the chair to swallow you whole and the ground to suddenly engulf you. It was crazy. So fucking crazy.
But you know what’s even crazier?
The fact that he found you adorable.
Like, okay, picture this. He might seem like he’s got his life together, but that was far, far from the truth. Honestly, he thanks the Goddess for she had gifted him patience, because if not? He feels as if he’s about to crash out at any given moment—at any minor inconvenience. Goddess, he can already feel his eye twitching with that thought.
So when the time inevitably came when he wanted to strangle everybody at arm's length, squash the noisy AC in half, and rip all of his hair out, his eyes landed on you. You, who was frozen like a criminal being caught red-handed. You, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You, who looked adorably stupid trying to read a damn coloring book upside-down.
You, who looked like the very mess that fits right in.
Maybe he couldn’t help but feel a bit curious about you. Because the moment he picked up his book? All he could picture was you and your panicked, bright eyes that perhaps wished for him to look away from the disaster in front of him, which was you. He couldn’t fight off the smile that appeared on his lips.
And if you asked him for his thoughts that day? You can find him almost gushing, his insides bubbling with a giddy feeling he has only ever experienced when he had an ace-kill in Valo for the first time. You were fascinating, like a fleeting moment he hoped would last. Maybe you would. Maybe you wouldn’t.
But Goddess, he wishes you would.
And as if someone was tethering him to you, thank the stars his wishes came true.
The next encounter was so different. Like you’re still you, and he’s still him, but in a sense, you were different. You were soft. Locked in. As if you’re in your own world and he’s just standing in it. You were in a cafe, alone, surrounded by a shit-ton of disorganized papers, two empty cups of coffee, a laptop, and munching on a cookie chip. He stopped dead in his tracks, body on autopilot as it refused to cooperate. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, his eyes automatically trailing on you.
From an outsider’s perspective, you look like a high and caffeinated banshee who’s muttering things about why artificial intelligence is ruining the state of the planet, and how going eco-friendly will help humans, animals, plants, and anything in between in the long run.
You looked borderline insane, and he thought about how attractive you are when talking (arguing) about your passion (in essay form).
Safe to say that he too, was stunned by his thought process.
And by his traitorous heartbeat that keeps rising like a safety hazard.
It was that day that he left with his body flushed, soul barely hanging by, and an unwanted realization that he might have a teensy-tiny crush on the new student on campus.
damn, i enjoyed writing this! but i'm gonna be very honest w u, i kinda stopped watching nijien? so kinda did forgot how they act, what their mannerism was, etc etc, i'm really not updated abt how they're doin. i hope you guys like this one thoo. I kinda struggled mr yuhmeenawr, but i'm kinda satisfied. what are your thoughts? see u soonest! (it's gonna be the pres next but you didn't hear that from mee)
content warning(s): unedited, mentions of injury, mentions of stitching wounds
a/n: ZAMN THIS HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS FOR YEARS enjoy the food 😋
this is also cross-posted onto ao3!
“Hold still,” you urge, practically snarling at him.
Wilson hisses as he winces from your taut wrapping on his arm, a nasty gash from his most recent mission. He’s seated in front of you shirtless on your bathtub, the top half of wetsuit bunched down at his waist, he leers at you who kneels with the medical kit by your leg. “Could you not pull it so tightly?”
“And let you pass out right here?”
"You're going to make me pass out anyway!"
As a former-hitman-turned-hero, he’s no stranger to being exposed to such dangerous missions. He knew what he was signing up for, taking on life-endangering tasks from clients and soon his boss at A.S.H, but he always gives you a heart attack whenever he stops by your place practically on the verge of death. Tonight is one of those nights, except he wasn’t nearly dying, just pretty wounded.
Sure he whines and moans every time you patch him up, but who's going to help him get back up to shape if no one's there? You know he has his healing-capable teammates with him, Claude and Vezalius, though you'd never met them before. He's only mentioned them in passing, but you wonder how they deal with him constantly trying to die (unintentionally) on every mission. It's a miracle they haven't left him out to bleed though.
“There.” You tape the end of the wrapping, tucking the adhesive tape inside one of the folds.
With your duty practically done, you start to put away all of your supplies ranging from the gauze to the alcohol to even stitches. Honestly, at this point you’re practically like his personal nurse with how many times he’s showed up at your door like this. You had to pick up new skills on the go since the first night he suddenly appeared at your balcony, bleeding out in the rain. Like any sane person would, you panicked for like a good solid 10 seconds—until he finally yelled at you to call for an ambulance.
As you click the white box shut, Wilson rolls his arm gently enough to not tear your stitching. He winces but only for a brief moment. He looks at you, standing up to carry the box back to the cabinet below the sink. "Your stitching's gotten better," Wilson remarks. "Same with your wraps."
You slide the kit back into its rightful place on the shelf, in clear sight when you open the cabinet. "Thanks, you make a good practice dummy."
"Hey!"
You laugh this time. "I'm not wrong! You're the only one who comes to my place often on the brink of death."
He stutters a bit and lowers his head, an embarrassed flush tinting his cheeks as he fails to come up with any rebuttal. Rather than trying to come up with a witty remark as he always do, he grumbles to himself as he pulls on the top half of his wetsuit.
"Willy," you sing-song as you look over your shoulder, shutting the cabinet.
He looks up, a faint blush on his cheeks, to you.
"You owe me."
A choke. He rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze again. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I still owe you for the last three times."
You quietly stare at him, watching him run through his thoughts as he mumbles to himself. He's always done this, you've noticed during your times together when he crashed at your place, literally. It's a cute habit, honestly, seeing him talk to himself a lot to organize his thoughts. Sometimes, you'd overhear him if you're close enough to hear his thought process, usually about work or his plans for the week.
He's probably thinking of what to do, you thought. No doubt he is. He over-complicates things when he gets deep into the rabbit hole of his planning. So you clear your throat.
"Wilson," you speak up, pulling his attention from his head to you. "If you can't think of anything, how about you treat me to something, hm? After all this time of playing nurse, we never got to hang out like normal people."
Again, he chokes on his breath. "Shit, fuck, yeah—wait—oh god, you're right! Do I even have your number?"
"I don't think so?" You look over to your phone resting on the counter, next to the sink.
You reach over for it, taking a quick peek at your contacts for a certain "Wilson" in the list. And, lo and behold, there's a gap of "Wilson" in there. You even decided to go through your text messages, looking for an unknown number but again, not a single mention of Wilson in there.
"I don't have yours either," you say, scrolling through your phone for another look-over for his contact. It takes another fifteen or so seconds until you decide to hold it over to him. "Here, put your number in there. I can text you later tonight so you can keep it."
He scoffs. “You know I could just—“
“Just take the damn phone already.”
“Fine!” He snatches your phone, his thumbs dancing across the keyboard before giving it back to you. “Happy?”
“Very,” you hum. As you check your phone reading his name and his number, you send a quick text to him to ensure he keeps your number in his wherever it is.
With your phone in hand, you make your way towards the door and swing it open. You call out to him as you step into the dark hallway, “See you in a day or two!”
“Wh—I didn’t even—“
“We know you’re gonna come back here sooner than later.”
Wilson groans in frustration. “God—yeah, whatever. See you soon… I guess.”
Your voice echoes down the hall from the direction to the living room, laughing at his reluctant response to your teasing. He stares down the hall, waiting for a moment until you’re not within an earshot of distance. He takes out his phone, silenced this entire time to focus on work and on you, to look through his messages.
A smile unconsciously grows on his face, staring at your simple text message saying ‘hi’ to him.
⬩➤ The apartment was a chaotic symphony of rustling fabric and the sharp scent of hairspray. [Name] leaned into the vanity mirror, her movements a blur of practiced precision. She had just finished the heavy, elegant makeup required for Navia, and now, she was pinning her hair flat against her head with frantic energy. The blonde curls of the wig sat on a stand nearby, waiting to transform her completely.
Behind her, Kaelix leaned against the doorframe, his face softened into something thats purely domestic. He wasn't just watching, he was observing, his eyes tracing the way the light caught the gold trim of her corset. At his feet sat the bags that he’d meticulously packed for safety measures — extra safety pins, cooling patches, water bottles, tissues, and [Name]’s favorite snacks. He was definitely ready for what's gonna happen, and he looked so damn proud of it.
"You know... I could seriously stare at you all day," Kaelix voiced, his tone dropping to something warm and low. "With or without the cosplay, you're basically a masterpiece."
[Name] paused, a bobby pin clamped between her lips. She turned, her eyes spark as she smiled. "But you always stare for far too long, Kaelix! I’m gonna get a hole burned into my head before we even reach the venue!"
She laughed, reaching out to press her palm against his cheek. The contrast of her intricate, painted nails against his skin made him melt.
"Yeah, well, can you blame me?" Kaelix nuzzled into her hand, a small, pinkish blush dusting his face. "You’re just so beautiful that I can’t help it. Especially when you’re in character... you just glow, [Name]. It’s infectious."
[Name] rolled her eyes playfully, though her heart did a little somersault. She turned back to the mirror, grabbing the massive Navia hat and settling it onto the wig. She adjusted the tilt, making sure every detail were perfect, before her expression shifted into a flicker of concern towards the male.
"Are you absolutely super sure that you want to spend your day off with me at the con?" she asked, looking at him. "You know how it is. It's going to be crowded, sweaty, and people might be screaming."
Kaelix just grinned, grabbing the heavy bags with ease and slinging them over his shoulders. "Are you kidding? Seeing you show off all that hard work is definitely the highlight of my week. Besides," he added with a wink and a spark of his dramatic flair, "who else is going to carry your prop umbrella and keep the creeps away from my favorite cosplayer?"
The female laughed at her boyfriend as a soft sigh can also be heard from her "No one else but my beloved bouncer of a boyfriend" she puts her hands onto her hips proudly.
"Exactly! And don't you forget it," Kaelix chirped, striking a quick pose with the heavy bags as if they weighed nothing at all. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over her in the best way possible. "Now, Give me a show, [Name]!"
With a bright grin, she didn't need a second invitation. She spun around, the layers of her yellow and black skirt flaring out in a perfect, heavy bell shape. She caught the handle of her umbrella and opened it as it rested over her shoulder and gave out a wink.
"Well? Do I look good?" she chirped, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I spent three days straight just getting the lace on the petticoat to sit like that. It may look pretty but it's also really comfortable to walk with!"
"Look good?" Kaelix said in bafflement "[Name], 'good' doesn't even cover it! You look absolutely AMAZING!" He began to circle her, his eyes wide with awe, moving with the careful precision.
He then begun to reached out, his thumb lightly brushing the edge of her lace glove. "Every detail in this shows exactly how much heart you put into your craft. I mean it. Seeing you gush over what you love to do is honestly my favorite part."
Kaelix then gave the female to process everything he said as he grabbed the heavy bags with a smile. "Are we ready to go? The world needs to see this masterpiece of a girlfriend I have. I’ve got the water, I’ve got the emergency sewing kit, and I’ve got my 'don't do anything funny to her' face ready when creeps come in!"
[Name] let out a bright, airy laugh that was pure with unfiltered joy.The blush on her cheeks deepened into a vivid rose pink, clashing beautifully with her makeup as she instinctively brought her gloved hands up to hide her face.
Between her fingers, she slowly peeked out at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of adoration and disbelief. "Seriously... how did I end up with such an amazing boyfriend?" she whispered, her voice a little breathless. "You’re like my own personal support character."
The smile on Kaelix’s face didn't just grow; it practically radiated. He let out a soft, delighted huff, his chest swelling with pride. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and affectionately nuzzled his face into the top of her wig, his nose brushing against the expensive synthetic fibers.
"Hey! Careful, Kaelix!" [Name] squealed, though she was still grinning. The sudden movement sent her massive, flower-adorned hat tilting precariously to the side. She scrambled to steady the headpiece, her fingers fumbling with the pins. "My hat is literally slipping off my head right now!"
Kaelix pulled back just enough to help her steady the brim, his hands lingering near her temples to make sure everything was secure. "My bad, my bad!" he chuckled, his voice dropping into that warm, genuine tone he reserved only for her. "I just can’t help it. When you look at me like that, I kind of lose all of my composure and melt. Besides," he added, his eyes softening as he looked directly into hers, "I’m the lucky one. I get a front row seat to all this magic before the rest of the world even gets a glimpse."
"You dork," [Name] muttered, her voice a soft, affectionate thread of sound. She leaned in, careful not to smudge her lipstick, and pressed a lingering, sweet kiss against his cheek.
Kaelix didn't even flinch. He just beamed, as his eyes sparked a thousand lights. "Guilty as charged," he countered, his voice dropping into a playful, velvety tone. "But I'm your dork. Locally owned and operated."
Before she could retort with another playful jab, he tilted his head, closing the small gap between them. He caught her lips in a firm, grounding kiss that tasted like the morning coffee they'd shared and the excitement of the day ahead.
When he finally pulled back, just an inch or two, he had that idiotic grin that always made [Name] feel like she was the only person in his world. "And don't you forget it, President," he whispered, his thumb grazing her jawline just below the lace of her collar.
