bruce wayne would almost always slip back into that paparazzi obsessed brucie wayne persona when he’s truly drunk.
an arm around you at all times, even at home. breathless giggles and flushed cheeks pressed against your neck. sloppy kisses with all the tongue.
if one of the kids comes downstairs to the living room late one night after the two of you have gone out, they’re traumatized for life.
“ew!”
“bruce!” you whisper, although it’s filled with giggles of your own. you gently push him away to look at whoever’s now scarred for life.
“m’sorry, honey. you okay?”
“not anymore. just.. there’s already enough of us in this house okay? geez..”
but bruce is back on you in seconds. eyes crinkling and shining with playfulness he keeps buried deep down. teeth pulling on his lower lip as he looks at you and tries to keep from laughing. slurred declarations of love and whispers of forever.
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
the bet spread through school like a wildfire. your homeroom class watches with a fixed eye on you and tsukishima, located at the back of class, postures straight and full focus on the teacher and your books. it's common for high schoolers to gossip about who likes who, what teachers are mean and what teachers are nice, but at karasuno high, in this past week, the gossip train involved just you and tsukishima's bet.
you don't think tsukishima knows about the exchanges behind his back. how his own classmates are making bets behind his back on who would win. you asked a classmate recently on how many people are involved and what the ratio is. safe to say, you've got most people putting money on your name.
today, your history pop quiz results are out. you receive it at your seat, a satisfied hum coming from your teacher, "keep up the good work."
the 98% at the top of your page causes a major ego boost to flood you. however, it quickly dissipates when you wonder where the other two marks are lost.
easy marks you've lost again.
you glance over at tsukishima.
"how many did you miss?" you ask casually.
he lifts his eye from his paper, meeting your glance with that same boring look he always has, "you did worse, didn't you?"
he shows you his 100%. you could feel anger, but it's worse than that. tsukishima's mark only causes a new drive to unleash within you. you had to beat his cockiness. that's the only way you'll win.
so, you smile, passive-aggressively, "good on you. must've skipped lunch to study 'cos you're so scared of losing."
"i don't skip lunch," he debates.
you haven't heard such rumours. but it's fun to mess with his head.
"that's not what i hear."
the final bell of the school day rings and the shuffle and scraping of chairs follows it. you're still taking notes from the board, determined to finish the last bit. this is the final push, the last boost before the weekend starts. you had to absorb it all.
you're scrawling over your notebook when a tall shadow falls over your table, darkening the page. you grip your pen tighter and peer over your shoulder.
"what?" you ask.
tsukishima has his eyes on your page, not you.
"if you spend that much time making your notes pretty, it’s no wonder you can't beat me," he smirks.
you drop your pen, "mind your business."
"can't do that when you copied the notes incorrectly," he shrugs, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
you look down at your notes. everything looks fine to you.
"i did not," you argue, crossing your arms.
"it's 7.2%, not 2.7%," he says, pointing to one of your notes, far too close for you to feel comfortable. his face makes an appearance near yours as he leans down to you.
you quickly look from the board back to your page.
oh.
he's right.
this time, you do feel anger.
like you said, it's none of his business.
"why do you care so much?" you ask.
he stands up to his full height, "i don't. just noticed."
and, before you can argue, he walks off, leaving you questioning his behaviour and how much audacity he can truly have.
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SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
AUTHOR'S NOTE 🎧 IK IM SORRY IM LATE GUYS BUT I'LL TRY AND FINISH THIS </333
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
karasuno high school has proven to be a wonderworld of chaos. you eat lunch with some of your classmates, walk home together and cherish how welcoming they've been the last two weeks. you're grateful for their warm, open arms.
then why would it be so chaotic?
the answer is none other than tsukishima kei. a nuisance designed to make your every interaction a living hell. he's cynical, audacious, a natural pessimist—oh, the list could go on. you can't with him. there's something in the surrounding his height of air, the furrow in his brow that unsettles you entirely.
the day drags on.
when lunch time comes around, your classmates and you eat lunch together. however, on this particular day, they decide to buy something from the canteen too, leaving you alone in the classroom 'cos little mama has no funds right now. trust, we will be up soon.
anyways, you're looking out the window, chin perched on your hand. absentmindedly staring into the abyss of the blue sky, minding your own business.
until—
"a fly's gonna go in your mouth."
your head snaps to the right, finding a looming tsukishima staring down at you.
you frown immediately, "mind your own, stinkyshima."
"as stupid as your nicknames," he mumbles, getting into his seat beside you.
that should've been the end of it. but there's so much you have to say to his face.
"do you enjoy this?" you ask.
"what?" he shoots back, arranging the pens on his desk.
"starting something with me...you know, i think you're just scared to lose your rank, 'cos someone who can take it from you is finally here," you explain. "and you can't handle that."
tsukishima blinks. then, laughs. laughs so loud that everyone in the classroom peers into the conversation.
"why are you laughing?!" you yell.
"it's embarrassing how much you actually think you deserve first place," he answers blatantly.
that did it for you.
you step up from your seat and lean against your table. your temper ignited immediately. but under the flames, a brilliant idea rises from within you.
"i'll show you," you say. "and i'll rub it in your face the rest of your life."
"what?"
"listen," you begin. "whoever gets the better overall grade amongst all subjects by the end of the semester would win this feud—agreed?"
"duh," he says, leaning back against his seat and crossing his arms. "where are you going with this, genius?"
"whoever gets the better overall grade gets to rub it in the other's face for the rest of our life. the loser cannot complain, just has to take it," you explain.
a glint perfectly hits tsukishima's glasses as he smirks. evil lurks in his face and you can't wait to put it into its cage. sure, there's a part of you that thinks of the consequences if you lose, but there's no way finding out until you actually lose. right now, you're in game. you're in the field.
you have to play the game and drag tsukishima kei's ass to hell.
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SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
SUMMARY 🎧 as someone with the best grades, transferring to a new school can make everyone intimidated! not kei tsukishima though. when the two of you seated together, he does everything in his power to downplay your achievements. so much so, the two of you decide to make a bet. whoever has the highest grades by the end of the semester can torment the other as much as they want and they'd have to take it with no complaint. that's until you don't feel like tormenting each other anymore. . .
PAIRING 🎧 kei tsukishima x fem!reader
GENRE / WARNINGS 🎧 smau + written chapters, academic rivals to lovers trope, tsukishima is a pain MY GOD, vulgar, nsfw jokes, highschool au, kys, kms jokes, holy slowburn, very fun school field trip arc, yearn, yearn, yearn, UNDERAGED ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION (i don't condone this omg pls don't do it, it's just for the story)
DEBATEABLE 𑣲01. c u next tuesday
⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
𑣲prologue | 𑣲masterlist | 𑣲chapter 2
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
DEBATEABLE 𑣲PROLOGUE
⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
-> 2.1k words
megumi fushiguro is not okay.
he's going up to speak next.
he's supposed to be taking notes.
he's good at taking notes.
he's the notes guy— you know, the guy who gets bombarded by half the class at the end of the day for pictures of his notes because the teacher spent the lesson flying through powerpoints like they had somewhere better to be than their job.
bombarded by the same classmates who spend the rest of the week avoiding him like he'll bite them if they get too close, which works well enough for megumi because he doesn't like them much anyways.
but that's the thing about megumi. call him antisocial because you can count how many friends he has at school on one hand. call him scary because he used to get into fights in middle school. call him mean because he'll deadpan and say no to every person who asks for his notes, even if they try bribing him with vending machine drinks.
there are many things people believe about megumi fushiguro. but the one thing you could never call him is unreliable.
that's why they put him in charge of the debate club without question.
that's why he always automatically gets assigned the role of third speaker every debate— the soft cushion landing. the saving grace. the final chance at victory. even if the entire debate had gone to shit, the team could always count on megumi to swoop in at the end and save it.
and right now, they needed saving. the yearly tournament was coming to an end. the winning team at the end of the season, which of course would be determined in next weeks' final debate, was to be handed a trophy and earned their school bragging rights for the year.
naturally, it's no wonder to anyone how jujutsu high's sitting comfortably at number one out of all the schools in your division this year.
well, perhaps not so comfortably anymore.
kyoto metropolitan girls' school. the only school jujutsu high had yet to debate this year.
and funnily, the school megumi's twin cousins happen to go to. he'd been glad he hadn't crossed paths with maki and mai all this time. as cousins do, they're both outstandingly good at getting under his skin.
but it was going to happen eventually. he just hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
their school sits just one point below jujutsu high. meaning the stakes are up. if kyoto win tonight, next week's match would become a tiebreaker for the winning spot. meaning jujutsu high had no choice but to lock in.
but it's fine, megumi thought. he works exceptionally well under pressure. and so far, the debate had gone smoothly in the negative's, a.k.a megumi's groups' favour; a well-done opening from the girls' team by kugisaki nobara, he believed she'd said her name was. he'd expected as much from the second place school. a minor slip-up in the beginning from yuuji, which hadn't been missed by mai, who just had been their second speaker. she'd smiled smugly at megumi the entire time she delivered her rebuttal, and he'd glared right back at her. then, yuuta had gone up and thankfully, cleaned up for yuuji quite smoothly before it could snowball into anything bigger, making megumi's job easier.
and then, his mental torment had begun.
the adjudicators called on affirmative speaker three.
the final speaker for the girls' team. the one whose speech megumi had to frame his entire rebuttal around. he needed to be sharp. prepared.
megumi lowered his eyes to his notebook. final speaker. last rebuttal. most important speech. he uncapped his pen.
the third speaker from kyoto walked onto the stage. he was still scribbling down one last point when the room settled. only then did he glance up.
you were already looking at him.
his pen stopped moving.
for a brief, impossible second, neither of you looked away.
then you smiled.
his entire body stilled when you locked eye contact with one another. without warning, a hot, tingling rush began searing its way up his body.
and suddenly, everything was in slow motion.
megumi swore he could hear sweet piano music. you flipped your hair over your shoulder and he just about sank to the ground to profess all the sins he'd ever committed in his miserable excuse of a life, because you were an angel, bathed in the stage lights.
somewhere between it all, you'd turned back to the front and started speaking.
"good evening peers, adjudicators, teachers and guests." with that cherubic smile of yours plastered over your face.
now, you're two minutes into the speech.
megumi still hasn't recovered. he's too busy rewriting everything he thought he believed about the divine. he's barely moved an inch.
well, that's an exaggeration. he has moved, to take notes, of course.
very relevant and important notes.
he looks down at what he'd scratched onto the page earlier. and freezes yet again.
'she smiles'
what does smiling have to do with anything?
everything apparently. because you're now three minutes into your rebuttal, and his heart is still pounding at the memory of that grin of yours. directed right at him. so warm and sweet and carefree, as if he hadn't just caught you staring at him like a creep. as if he was the one who'd looked at you first and not the other way around.
how long had you been staring at the top of his head, anyway? and why? is there something wrong with his hair? it is puffier than usual, now that he thinks about it.
he brings a hand up to pat down the fly-aways.
what the fuck?
since when has he ever cared about that?
he retracts the same hand halfway in disbelief and cups the side of his head, digging his fingers in, trying desperately to wake up whatever lives between his ears. if anything exists up there anymore.
megumi grips his pen tight. three minutes. usually, he'd have half a page filled out in three minutes, with at least three rebuttals prepared.
he looks down at his notes.
she smiles
fix hair
oh no
yuuji looks over his shoulder at the page, highly confused, clearly blissfully unaware that the rapture must be on its way, and whispers "dude."
"...furthermore," you continue, "the opposition's model relies on an assumption that simply isn't reflected in reality."
you speak clearly. calmly. not a single stumble.
you have a nice voice.
it sounds like a bed of cotton, a celestial caress, warm milk and honey. like birdsong, or folk melody, or an ancient psalm. like something no one here should be able to bear their ears to, because no one in this room could possibly be holy enough to deserve it.
megumi almost adds that to his list of two-worded phrases of doom and despair before he realises what he's supposed to be doing and drops his head onto the table with a soft thud.
"they've created a framework that sounds effective in theory, but only because it ignores complexity."
you have a really, really nice voice.
"their argument assumes that people and situations can be organised into neat categories. unfortunately, reality isn't nearly that cooperative."
he tilts his head up to look at you again.
an angel. they expect him to debate with an angel.
and you continue. not a single word gets through to him.
his ears are ringing by the time you sit down.
and then the adjudicators call on him.
doom.
megumi's team lose by a landslide. a suffering, pathetic defeat.
he barely remembers any of what he'd said when he was called on. already a fading memory, just like everything else in his brain that must've turned into mush by now, all replaced with the image of you.
the few flashes he can remember look something like this:
"...good evening." he'd said, voice shaky.
his eyes flicked to you, and you'd grinned encouragingly and sugary sweet, mouthed 'good luck'. and he'd almost folded in half right there, on the stage.
he cleared his throat.
"the affirmative claims that complexity should always be accommodated."
pause.
"however... there still has to be..."
another pause, and it sounded almost as if there was a cough climbing up his throat which he was trying desperately to swallow down.
"...a standard. if... if every situation is treated differently..." he says slowly, "then..."
silence. he's definitely forgotten his point.
one of his teammates physically covers his face with both hands.
you bit your lip to conceal a snicker.
he should die. there's no other solution.
you laughed at him. at his misfortune, at his suffering, at his pain. and for some convoluted reason, he wants you to do it again.
he's currently stood in the parking lot with his team. yuuji, yuuta, toge, and his stupid teacher, who also happens to be his uncle.
they're all trying to make sense of it.
"how did this even happen?" yuuta asks, devastated "we were doing so well."
"salmon." toge says, pointing to yuuji. i blame him.
yuuji gasps, scandalised "MY FAULT?!"
"you did kinda mess up in the start, yuuji." yuuta agrees, humming softly.
"I MESSED UP?!" he exclaims, "what about mister loverboy over here?" he demands, jabbing at megumi's arm, "he saw one pretty girl and he forgot how to speak or something. he probably has a crush on her."
"pretty girl, gumi?" gojo asks, a completely insufferable grin etched from ear-to-ear. the only expression he ever has on his face when he's partaking in his favourite past-time: torturing megumi.
"okaka."
"i agree with toge," yuuta says, "that doesn't make sense. megumi doesn't like people."
"yeah, you're right." gojo concedes, relaxed as ever, "yuuji probably messed us up from the start." he says, patting the pink-haired boy on the back with a flashy smile, "it's fiiiine, guys. we still have next week to win this."
"you guys should've seen megumi's notes." yuuji mutters, sulking.
megumi's head snaps up quickly. "don't." he says, finally making his first contribution to the conversation that doesn't involve glaring at the pavement and huffing.
"oho," gojo grins, intrigued and far too amused by megumi's sudden defensiveness, "what'd he write?"
"yuuji." megumi says warningly.
yuuji grins, "they said—"
"hi!"
a feminine voice startles the entire group.
every voice stopped abruptly.
megumi knows that voice.
the voice that'd caused this. the real person at fault here.
not him waffling like an idiot through his speech.
not yuuji's mess-up at the start.
not even gojo's terrible excuse for teaching, which was usually megumi's go-to blame.
you. it's your fault.
everyone whips around. megumi blinks rapidly.
somehow, impossibly, you're even prettier up close.
"hi!" you greet again, waving radiantly at them all.
"hi..!"
"kelp."
"hey!"
megumi's silent. mouth slightly agape, not a single sound coming out of him.
your eyes find his immediately, "you're cute."
he goes rigid.
"can i have your number?"
complete silence.
every single person around him freezes.
megumi freezes the hardest.
you think he may have actually stopped functioning.
"...i think he died," his teacher says brightly, "you're probably gonna have to give him yours."
this man is weirdly close to his students.
you giggle.
megumi swallows.
you notice the pen clipped to his collar, and without asking, you take it, uncap it, then gently take his hand. he's warm.
"you're not gonna have some crazy allergic reaction if i do this, right?" you ask with a laugh.
he nods.
then shakes his head.
then nods again.
you tilt your head, "hmm?"
the pink-haired boy grins, then slings an arm around megumi's shoulder, "nah, he's fine. i draw on him all the time." yuuji pokes his cheek. "he's just shy."
you laugh again.
that laugh.
the one that had ruined his entire debate.
you write your number on his palm.
and a little smiley face beside it.
he doesn't stop you, he physically cannot.
you put the pen back exactly where it was on his shirt, then beam at all of them. "really good debate, you guys!" you point at him, "i know you'll kill it next week."
then turn.
and skip back over to your team.
behind you, chaos erupts
"SO IT REALLY WAS ABOUT HER?"
"tuna mayo!"
"MEGUMI PULLED!"
someone claps him on the back.
"megumi, you dog!" his teacher grins proudly. you raise an eyebrow.
yeah, that guy is way too close to his students. no wonder your teacher, utahime was glaring at him earlier. strange.
you'd have to ask her about it at the ice cream place she'd promised to take you girls to after to celebrate your win..
you glance over your shoulder once.
megumi fushiguro is still staring at his hand in disbelief.
his face is completely red.
you grin.
cute.
𑣲masterlist | 𑣲chapter 1
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
[ a/n ]. im sorry this is so long i rewrote it like seven times trying to cut it down enough IT WAS ORIGINALLY 4K WORDS i did my best. also listened to heaven can wait by micheal jackson on loop while writing this can u tell LMFAOOOO n e ways if ur reading this right as im posting this, chapter 1 will be out in like the next 5 mins so stay seated bby
this post has made me clinically insane its so childe
he's a dog, you see. you feel it occasionally, it tugs on the corners of your eyes every so often like it's trying to remind you of its own fact, the fact that it exists. your childe is a dog, whatever kind you need. a wild one, domesticated, rabid, a guard. whatever it is, the way he looks at you sometimes is nothing less than animalistic .
the worst part is you like it. you like that sometimes his love is so great that it evolves into something monstrous , like it can't be contained with just a simple beating heart, empty words and gestures. a kiss turns into mouthing, turns into i want to eat you alive. a soft touches becomes bruising , like he's trying to sink his fingers into you. sometimes you wake in the middle of the night he's not sleeping beside you , he's sat up on the foot of your bed , staring into the darkness. guarding. waiting.
it's a dog's possessiveness he has, too. he would never think of locking you up or keeping you away from people ; he thinks you're at your most radiant when you weave through the crowds, when everyone can look at how incredible you are, and he can bask in the knowledge that they don't get to touch . but when they stare too long, when their hands wander, that's when the hairs on the back of his neck raise. he'll pass over them with a slow, cool eye.
you'll head back to your house alone that day. and when he returns a couple of hours later, he's wild-eyed, like a stray that's just wandered in. rainwater drips from his hair, down his pale skin mottled with blood. it streaks down his shirt and pants in streaks of violence, screaming out at you. and you sit up, and there's silence except for the tattoo of the rain beating against the windows. a storm whips itself up outside as childe walks over to you, slowly, and you don't know if you're prey he's trying not to frighten away or the predator he's afraid of in the first place .
he drops to his knees in front of you, blue eyes staring up, lusterless and wide; you can see the whites on every side of the iris, the wet lashes clinging together. he rests his chin on your knee, and you raise a hand and stroke through his wet hair.
"what a good boy," you whisper, and childe shudders. what's that phrase? submissive like a guard dog is submissive. like laying in wait. but you don't mind waiting. he's such a loyal dog —
