#procrastinating by complaining instead of writing

[malachitezmeyka]

I’ve written myself into an angst hole so fucking deep that I’m immensely glad I won’t be the one who’ll have to get the characters out of it

[scribblewrites]

how am i supposed to write a paper i don’t care about for a course i don’t care about to pursue a career i don’t care about when i can’t even decide if i want to be alive

anyway college is the best years of your life i guess so cheers

[bbyboybucket]

also if anyone is ever like ”hm I wonder why she doesn’t write fics anymore”

Trust me I’m writing babes, it’s just not fics 😭😭

[only-lonely-star]

ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like “im tired…” and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?😭 im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

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Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.

Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)

Author’s Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! 😼😼 Let me just say… DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didn’t get to these requests soon enough then I’d procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, they’ll be out soon y’all. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! 🙈🙈

Word Count - 830

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The sudden knock on your door hadn’t taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.

He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boy’s eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. “Come on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.

“Oh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didn’t you?” you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.

As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. “No, actually,” he retorted with equal sarcasm, “I took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.” Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldn’t be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.

Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didn’t budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. “I’m sorry, baby, c’mere,” you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.

Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. “It hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uh…chill in bed, how ‘bout that?”

You grimaced, pulling away slightly. “You ought to shower first, Dal, you ain’t staining my sheets with all that blood… and dirt…and whatever the hell that is,” you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.

The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. “Come onnnn, I’m tired. I can’t- I can’t get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I can’t even get that?”

His little sob story wasn’t convincing you for shit. “Dallas, don’t hand me that. I’ll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.”

He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. “Thank you,” Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.

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As you twisted the knob to adjust the water’s temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, “Looks good, don’t it?”

Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, “Just get in.” Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.

“Get my back first?” he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.

“Yeah, I got you.” His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, he’d never admit he’s truly hurt.

“Careful-,” he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.

“Does that hurt, baby?” you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.

Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. “I’m sore all over darlin’, that’s why I just wanted to lay down.”

Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?

THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! ❤️‍🩹

[lyn31]

Hi Hi! I love your writing so much!! Could I request Zayne&mc and their second pregnancy. Sorry if I got the age gaps wrong but it seems like mc gets pregnant shortly after “Seed Baby”. I’d love to see Rose’s smug reaction to the so called “careful couple” and then later when mc & Zayne discover it’s twins mc is convinced Rose cursed her.

Eyyy, I’m glad someone picked up on that! Ahahaha—because the twins definitely weren’t a planned pregnancy 😂 I actually had it planned out (another reason I gave that little nudge with the last bit in “Seed-baby”). I was going to write the smut for it too, but that can wait! It doesn’t happen right away from Seed-Baby, but the next year technically!

And this is helping me—I’m not procrastinating! Yay! Let me know what you think! 👀💕

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Little Surprises

Summary

A heartfelt and humorous story about a couple's unexpected surprise pregnancy, turning their lives upside down as they navigate the joys and challenges of this new chapter and the thought of adding new family member.

Ao3 link

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Notes

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader Family fluff, pregnancy surprise, banter, silly, sweet, emotional!

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The mission’s long over, but you’re still at the base, running end-of-day reports while Tara complains about paperwork, Rose pokes at the vending machine, and Lara’s being overly generous with ginger tea distribution.

She walks up to your desk just as your stomach turns for the third time that today.

You blink at her, glance down at the steaming mug she sets near your elbow, and then everything lurches. You’re out of your seat in a heartbeat, bolting toward the office bathroom.

You barely make it in time.

Your knees hit the tile as you grip the sides of the toilet, gagging. It’s awful. And loud. You hear the door creak open behind you—soft steps.

A familiar hand gathers your hair.

Rose.

She doesn’t say anything at first, just holds your hair and rubs a slow, grounding line between your shoulder blades.

“You’ve been off for a while,” she murmurs. “You should probably get it checked.”

“I’m fine,” you croak, flushing the toilet and leaning back against the wall, eyes shut. “Probably something I caught on the trip.”

Footsteps creak in the hallway. Lara’s voice floats in. “Even if it’s just the flu, better safe than sorry.”

You don’t even lift your head. “Not you too.”

Tara leans in against the door frame, sipping from a coffee can. “You know your husband’s gonna check you anyway, right? If he see you, it’s over.”

You sigh, dragging your hand down your face.

Rose offers her hand and helps you up. You rinse your mouth, wash your hands, wipe the sweat off your forehead.

Then she says it, too casually.

“Speaking of the trip… are you sure you caught something from there and not brought something back instead?”

You blink. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

She just raises an eyebrow, glancing from your eyes to your stomach and back again.

You frown. “What—”

Your voice cuts off as your own eyes widen.

Tara’s the one who gasps. “Oh my god. Are you pregnant?!”

“What?! No! I’m on pills!”

Rose’s tone is maddeningly calm. “It’s not a hundred percent, sis.”

“And wasn’t the trip for your ten-year wedding anniversary?” Lara adds, too amused. “I doubt you two were holding back.”

You rub your forehead. “This is not happening. We weren’t planning to try again for another four years.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then Rose, gentle this time. “You don’t want them?”

“Of course I do!” you snap, too quickly. You exhale hard. “It’s just… not the plan. And besides, I’m not pregnant. You’re all being ridiculous.”

Rose hums, unfazed. “One way to find out.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your pulse and get your replu ready, when Tara suddenly claps her hands.

“Right! Stay put. I’ll be back in fifteen.”

You turn. “Tara—don’t you dare—” call after her, but she’s already halfway out the door, yelling something about a convenience store and how she’s buying the good brand.

You slump into Rose’s side as Lara hands you tissues and a water bottle like a war medic. “This is excessive,” you mutter.

“No,” Rose says dryly. “This is justice.”

Twenty minutes later, Tara returns triumphant—waving a plastic bag overhead like she just came back from a holy quest.

“Okay,” she says, dropping it on the desk. “We’ve got options. Pink box, digital one, and the one with the stupid little lines no one can ever read properly. You’re doing all three.”

“Why?” you deadpan.

“Because if I have to watch you puke your soul out, I deserve to confirm if you’re creating life.”

“I’m not!”

“You might be!”

With an exaggerated grumble, you snatch the bag from her and march back to the bathroom. You hear Lara mutter something like, “She’s definitely pregnant,” and Rose whisper, “I can already hear the existential spiral.”

You do the tests.

You sit on the closed toilet lid, arms crossed, eyes locked on the trio of plastic sticks lined up on the sink like tiny instruments of destiny.

Five minutes.

You glance once. Blink.

You lean in.

All three. Positive.

You stare at them in stunned silence.

Then you start laughing.

Loud. Unfiltered. A little hysterical.

The kind of laugh that bubbles up from deep in your chest—raw and unguarded. You laugh so hard it aches—until it doesn’t. Until it’s something else.

The sound fades, leaving only silence. Heavy. Humming.

You wipe at your eyes, not realizing they were wet.

And then you look at the tests again.

Three positive lines. Clear as day. No ambiguity. No denial.

You go still.

Like your whole body’s trying to catch up to the truth.

Your hand moves to your stomach, instinctive. There's no bump, no flutter, not yet—but the memory of that weight, of that fullness, is still in your bones. You remember.

You know.

Your chest tightens, not with panic, but with the kind of ache that carries echoes. Of swollen ankles and early mornings. Of doctor visits and sleepless nights. Of being stubborn, pushing through deadlines you didn’t need to meet, convincing yourself you could juggle everything without slowing down.

And then the first kick. The first cry. The way it all changed after.

You sink a little into the toilet lid, a breath leaving your lips in a slow exhale. Two years back at work. You’d just started to feel like yourself again—or at least, the version of yourself that knows how to juggle everything. But this time... this time, the thought of pausing doesn’t make your skin crawl. It doesn’t feel like a threat to your identity. It feels… almost like a relief.

You tilt your head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. Your fingers stay on your stomach, loose and still. You don’t know what’s coming. You’re still scared. That won’t change. But the fear doesn’t drown you this time. It doesn’t win.

A quiet smile tugs at your lips.

“Okay,” you murmur, just to yourself. “We’ll do it different this time.”

You open your eyes, a little watery, a little dazed—but certain.

And for the first time in minutes, maybe longer, you breathe in fully.

Deep and steady.

Because this time… you’re not afraid to slow down. Not afraid to rest.

The door swings open a second later—Rose, of course, but this time her brow furrowed in worry, probably from whatever she heard outside the stall. “Are you okay?”

You turn the sticks toward her like you’re displaying cursed evidence, but you can help the curve on your lips. “All three.”

Tara lets out a whoop from behind her. “Knew it! Knew it!”

Lara peeks in with a grin. “Guess your body's not great at waiting four years.”

You shake your head slowly, dazed and still grinning. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Rose nudges your knee with hers. “Do you want it to?”

You look at her, really look, then down at the three test results.

A wave washes over you—warm, slow, terrifyingly tender.

Your hand moves to your stomach, resting like it’s already real.

“…Yeah,” you murmur. “I think I do.”

Then louder. “I mean, I was hoping for more eventually. I just didn’t think eventually meant now.”

Lara smiles. “Well, the universe disagrees.”

“And so does your uterus,” Tara adds helpfully.

You throw a wad of toilet paper at her. She dodges it with a cheer. “So! How’re you telling Zayne?”

You blink. “I’m just gonna tell him?”

Rose snorts. “After what happened the first time, he might actually tie you to the bed.”

Without missing a beat, you shoot back. “He doesn’t need a reason to do that.”

Three overlapping “ew”s hit your ears. You roll your eyes.

“Oh, come on. We’re all married—don’t be dramatic. It’s not like Rose doesn’t overshare about her married life.”

“Yeah, but we’re used to Rose doing it. Not you too!” Tara protests.

Rose just rolls her eyes.

“Right. The hormones are definitely kicking in already,” she says, crossing her arms.

Lara leans in, more serious now. “But seriously. This time, you need to slow down.”

“I already plan to take a break, chill!”

That shuts them up.

You look at all three of them, confused by their silence—and then Tara gasps.

“Holy shit. It’s the miracle of parenthood. She actually wants to take a break from work!”

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Rose sighs, wiping away imaginary tears.

“Truly historic,” Lara adds, miming the same.

You roll your eyes. You’re too tired to argue. But then Rose nudges you again, and the glint in her eye tells you exactly what she’s about to say.

“Don’t you—”

“What did I say before?”

You groan and chuck a different roll of toilet paper at her.

“Please don’t destroy company property,” Lara says calmly, like this is just another Tuesday.

“Hey, what did I do? I’m not the one who bragged about being the ‘careful’ one,” Rose says, dodging the toilet paper.

“You jinxed us!”

“Nah, I predicted it. Honestly, I was more surprised when you two planned Serena and actually succeeded.”

“Hey!”

“Actually, same here,” Tara chimes in.

“Hey!!”

“To be fair,” Lara says, deadpan, “I thought you’d have kids right after the wedding.”

“Oh, screw you guys!”

You end up throwing every toilet paper roll at them. They shriek, dodge, and laugh—but so do you.

Three tests in one hand.

Your squad by your side.

And a quiet, undeniable bloom of disbelief turning into joy.

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It’s late afternoon when you arrive at Serena’s preschool. The moment the door opens, a wave of tiny voices bursts out.

“Bye, Serena!”

“See you tomorrow, Serenaaa!”

“Bring your cool star stickers tomorrow!”

She walks out slowly, her soft footsteps nearly lost in the chorus of chaos. One hand waves delicately, her expression calm despite the flurry of goodbye shouts. You swear her classmates treat her like the lead of a drama troupe heading off-stage.

You take her hand and squeeze. “Popular as always, huh?”

She glances up at you with a small smile, holding her snow rabbit in her other arm. “They talk a lot, but they nice.”

You laugh. “Yeah, they really do.”

As you walk down the sidewalk together, you give her hand another gentle squeeze. “Hey… remember when you and your cousins asked Daddy about where babies come from?”

Serena nods, expression thoughtful. “Willow’s still drawing baby trees.”

You chuckle. “Of course she is. But you… you understood it really well.”

She hums quietly.

“So…” you say lightly, “what would you think if we planted another baby seed sometime? Like… if you had a little sibling?”

She doesn’t answer right away. She frowns at the sky like she’s waiting for a cartoon idea bubble to pop up. Then she looks at you, asking, "In Mummy's belly?"

You stifle a laugh. “Yes. In my belly.”

“Hmm,” She hugs her little stuffed rabbit to her chest. “It might hurt you. But it’s very worth it.”

Your breath catches for a second. That was almost word-for-word what Zayne told her once, when she asked if it hurts. You remember the way he said it so gently. “Sometimes, yes. But the doctor and everyone around the mom help take care of her, so she’s not alone. And when the baby finally arrives, it’s… very worth it.”

You don’t say anything else about the baby for the rest of the way home. You just smile to yourself, asking how her day was, listening to her quiet little ramblings, and remembering all over again that yes, this will definitely be worth it.

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Dinner is done, the dishes are stacked, Serena’s belly is full, and your feet are finally up. Zayne’s just finished showering, fresh in a hoodie and sweatpants, hair still damp, trailing a faint scent of eucalyptus soap.

Serena is curled up on the rug with a picture book in her lap, giving each character a wildly different voice. You’re half-watching the TV, half-dozing, one arm slung lazily over the backrest.

Zayne sinks down next to you with a quiet sigh. He stretches his legs out, then turns to look at you properly. Not just glance—look.

“You okay?” he asks.

You blink at him, surprised by the softness in his voice. “Yeah. Just tired.”

His brow furrows slightly. “You’ve been quiet today.”

Before you can respond—before you can even begin to find the words—Serena pipes up from the floor, completely unbothered, completely unprompted.

“Mummy wants to plant seeds in her belly.”

You blink. Zayne blinks.

There’s a beat of pure silence.

Zayne turns to you, confused but processing fast. “I thought… we were going to wait?”

You lift a hand, half shrugging, half suppressing a laugh. “Apparently, the decision was made for us.”

His eyes widen slightly.

“Wait. Are you—? Now?”

You nod.

“Probably from our anniversary trip,” you say, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. “Y’know. That romantic getaway where someone kept insisting on no distractions. I was on pills. Apparently that’s not enough.”

Zayne just stares at you.

For a second, there’s no calculation. No analysis. Just silence.

Then—the faintest breath escapes him. His eyes soften. And then the smallest smile curves at the corner of his lips—not the usual amused one, not the teasing kind. It’s quieter. A little stunned. A little awed.

“...Another—?”

You nod again.

He exhales, almost a laugh but gentler, and reaches for your hand. Like he needs to touch you just to make it real. His thumb brushes against your fingers, reverent, like you might disappear.

And then you see it. The math kicking in.

Anniversary trip. No distractions. No interruptions. No protection.

He blinks. “That... does make sense.”

You snort. “Took you a second.”

He rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m a doctor, not a psychic.”

You both laugh softly, and then his hand finds yours, fingers lacing with warm certainty.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks again, quieter this time.

You squeeze his hand. “Still a little shocked. But… yeah. I’m good.”

He leans in, presses a kiss to your temple. “Then I’m good too.”

“This time I’m going to take a break right away.”

You didn’t expect that to make him react, but you can practically see his eyes shining—watery, actually—so you lean in and kiss the corner of his eye, your thumb brushing lightly under the other.

“Don’t cry on me, dear.”

“You said I’m allowed to cry if I feel like it,” he murmurs, his voice suspiciously thick. He pulls you in closer, holding you tighter. And apparently, you taking care of yourself is included in that category.

You laugh softly and tuck your head against his chest. You can feel it—his heartbeat, steady and warm, his arms tightening just enough around you like he doesn’t want to let go. Like the future has started to take shape already, quietly wrapping itself around the two of you.

You raise a brow. “How couldn’t I? Even if I didn’t, my husband would do it for me anyway.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, nose brushing against yours. “Good. It only took ten years for you to surrender.”

“Mm. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you have that.”

There’s a beat of soft silence. Your cheek rests against his, his hand over your belly even though there’s nothing to feel yet. Just the idea of it. The weightless beginning.

And then—

Serena flips her book shut with a dramatic thwack and scrambles onto the couch, wedging herself between you like she’s been summoned by the gods of mischief.

“Can I name the baby?” she asks brightly, eyes shining the same way as Zayne’s.

Zayne blinks. “Absolutely not.”

“Yes,” you say at the same time.

He sighs. “We're doomed.”

You smile into his shoulder, heart full.

Not exactly the plan.

But exactly right.

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Bonus

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The room is dim and cool, the hum of the monitor the only sound for a moment as the ultrasound tech moves the wand across your belly.

Zayne’s holding your hand, thumb brushing absent-mindedly over your knuckles. You’re focused on the screen, trying to make sense of the blur of black-and-white shapes when the tech tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Hm.”

Your heart stutters. “Hm what?”

She smiles, calm. “I’m just adjusting the view... ah, there we go.”

She taps the screen.

“You see this? That’s the baby.”

You nod slowly, relief softening your breath.

Then she shifts the wand slightly. “And that… is baby number two.”

Your brain blanks.

Zayne blinks. “I’m sorry. Two?”

The doctor grins. “Congratulations. You’re having twins.”

There's a beat. Then Zayne turns to you, slow, like the movement is physically difficult.

You’re already staring straight ahead, mouth slightly open. “Rose cursed us.”

He lets out a stunned, breathless laugh. “Blessed,” he corrects automatically, dazed.

You turn to him with a look. “Yes… bless,” you echo flatly.

The doctor tries not to laugh, adjusting the image again. “They’re both looking healthy. Strong heartbeats. Congrats again, Mom and Dad.”

Zayne leans forward slightly, eyes locked on the screen now. You feel his hand squeeze yours tighter, but it’s not panic—just awe.

“…Two of them,” he murmurs.

“Double everything,” you whisper. “Double diapers. Double crying.”

He’s already smiling now. “Double the love.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too.

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Serena is lying on her stomach, coloring a lopsided rainbow on the living room floor. You and Zayne sit across from her, your phone ready with a grainy printout from the scan.

“Okay, sweetie,” you start carefully. “Remember how we said Mummy has a seed growing in her belly?”

She nods seriously. “It’s gonna be a baby. I know.”

“Well…” Zayne says, nudging the printout her way. “Turns out, there’s two seeds.”

Her eyes go wide.

You grin. “Which means two babies. Like Willow and Jace.”

She gasps dramatically, hands flying to her cheeks. She whispers. “Two fruit?”

Zayne chuckles. “Exactly.”

Serena stares at your belly like she’s trying to x-ray vision through your shirt. “Your belly gonna be extra big. Like what Auntie Rose say before?”

“Yes. And thanks, honey,” you mutter, patting her head while Zayne snorts.

She beams. “It’s okay. I’ll help take care of them. I’ll be a big sister times two!”

You smile, heart swelling, as she scoots closer and presses her ear against your stomach like she’s trying to hear a secret.

“They’re talking,” she says solemnly. “One said I want cookies.”

“That one’s definitely yours,” you tell Zayne.

He leans back, lips twitching. “Smart already.”

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Notes

Since I already did a planned pregnancy announcement before, I thought this angle would make sense—especially because, well, it is a surprise after all! Hope y’all enjoy! 💕

I was editing to add the rest of the series part but it was too long ahahaha so here's just the whole list: Parenthood AU Masterlist ✨

Although if you missed the Newlyweds series! Here How it all happen And also the Pregnancy series, starting with Try For Baby

[areislol]

Back at work

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. mentions of stalking/a stalker, nothing that i know of? not proof read please dm me if i misgendered reader/any mistakes.

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. !!! i hope you guys enjoy this!! i've been getting LOADS of ideas lately and every time i complete a chapter i get so excited because i can finally start jotting down everything i want to happen in THAT chapter so yay!! it's like a lil reward to me. and once again i apologize for like.. procrastinating and leaving this chapter be, I PROMISE YOU AFTER I HAD FINISHED THIS CHAPTER MY ASS STARTED TO WRITE CHAPTER SIX ALREADY.

►— wordcount. 4.8k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five | ✧ part six | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: snooze- sza

Today was the first day you would be going back to work. Normally, you wouldn't be nervous at all, it was just like every other work day—waking up at 5 am, doing your morning routine, getting dressed, eating something light for breakfast before leaving your house to go to work.

Most people would groan everyday about work, complaining that it was too "hard" and that they barely got to "rest" which IS a big problem but not for you! You worked at a bakery, it was very calming and peaceful job and plus, you could bring home a few baked goods (as the owners were just a lovely old couple who were really kind).

The problem is, you weren't so sure if you could trust the 28 men – that now somewhat lived with you– all alone in your home. I mean yes, there were a couple men you could trust to be in charge of making sure nothing happened (Albedo, Dainsleif, Al-haitham, Zhongli, Baizhu, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Pierro.. surprisingly).

So today is a day where you would have to just see if everything will turn out fine, and even though Childe told you not to worry and that everything will be fine... his very not obvious cheeky grin was not going to be fooling you or anyone.

You literally woke up, got ready for work and ate the breakfast Thoma made for you, all the while anxious. Obviously you have somewhat trust with the men, you did not want to upset them in any way if you outright just told them "erm i actually do NOT trust you at all staying in my home without me so!!!".

So of course you said nothing and kept a nervous smile on your face. Everything was going to be okay... Nothing was going to happen to anyone or anything.. Well that's what you thought until you came home at around 6:30 pm.

Lets rewind a bit.

"Ughhhhhh do you really have to go though? Like... You can just stay here.."

"For the whole day?"

"Well-" "and not get any money?" "...."

Gorou frowns, clearly upset about the fact that you were going to leave for work after being with them for four whole days (it's a lot to him apparently) and even after desperately trying to persuade you to stay, you were very adamant about going to work.

Ayato lets out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his hand on Gorou's shoulder. "Leave it be, Gorou... Work is very important after all." Ayato explains, backing you up.

You smiled softly as you slipped your shoes on, making sure that you had everything in your bag before quickly sending a text to the owners of the shop.

"I'll be there soon! ❤️"

Tucking your phone back into your bag, your hands rest on the doorknob as you opened the door slightly, body just halfway through the door, your eyes scanned the scene before you (making sure that everything was in its place so you'd know if anything was broken and or moved later on).

Thoma was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, and dare you say he looked delicious. (... not literally) His sleeves were rolled up as he wore your rubber gloves on his hands, not only that but he also wore a pink and white polka dot apron. He looked like the definition of 'Male-wife'.

Ayato and Gorou standing in front of you to the side, going back and fourth about how he (Gorou) should let you go to work and how (Ayato) should just let him grab a hold of your legs and prevent you from going to work.

The rest of the men were either sitting on the couch or leaning on the couch watching you watch Ayato and Gorou bicker. As your grave wavers off to the other men your eyes landed on Heizou, that cheeky man.

A smirk appears on Heizou's lips as he caught your eye. "Missing me already?" Heizou flirted, winking at you so... flirtatiously. Your cheeks began to flush up at his actions, you clear your throat and looked away.

"Absolutely not. I'll be going to work now alright? Please don't fight or anything.. Remember, Dainsleif, Zhongli and Neuvillette are in charge." You reminded, the men in charge all nod their heads are your word, and they all glare at Childe. Because they knew he wouldn't listen.

Childe was blissfully unaware of the stares as he was busy giving you puppy dog eyes, all the while stepping closer towards you, hoping that it would work. Obviously it did not.

"Whatever you're trying to do, Childe, Isn't working. Okay bye bye! I'll be back at around five (5) pm." You wave your hand goodbye and pat Childe's head before clicking the lock on the doorknob and closed the door shut.

Childe groaned, leaning his head against the door. "They better come back at five exactly, or else.." He mumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Or else what ginger boy? You aren't going to do SHIT" Wanderer scoffs, smirking at the ginger-haired reaction as he knew he was now 100% pissed. Before Childe or Wanderer start anything Zhongli cleared his throat, his hand on his lips.

Zhongli glared at the both of them—not putting up with their antics and arguing.

Childe soon stormed off, mumbling under his breath along the lines of how "Y/n's always putting Zhongli in charge.. Why not me?! I'm very stern and a great person to put in charge..." And yadadada.

Heizou heaved a great and dramatic sigh, sinking down into his seat. He knew it was going to one long and boring day without you.

The walk from your home to your workplace was quite short really, it didn't take too long to reach your job area. And one of the best things about walking to the pastry shop is that it was calming, since the time you leave your home and walk to your destination is early in the morning (7 AM) it's very quiet.

There are no loud noises, no chitter chattering, absolutely nothing. Only the sounds of bird chirpings, the sounds of the ringing from bikes as they passed by, the soft and cold whooshing of the wind as the leaves shake, you were calmed by the sounds.

But today. Your stress levels were spiked up slightly, you were nervous about leaving all the 28 men men in your home, all alone (it's just you gone but still), without YOUR supervision!! But then again you had Zhongli, Dainsleif and Neuvillette to be in charge but you can't help but worry.

Like what if they break your favourite plate that costed $23 from Amazon?! What if Childe and Wanderer fight once again and knock everything over?! only the Lord can save them when you arrive home, that's for sure.

Before you knew it you were right in front of your bakery shop. Subconsciously you let out a sigh upon seeing the familiar sign of the shop. "Mrs. Bakery" it read. A smile reached your lips as you opened the front door, the sound of the wind chimes tinkling against one another.

Stepping foot into the warm shop, your eyes sparkled with joy as you noticed Mrs. Sam grinning and waving at you. "Welcome Y/n, I feel like it's been so long... Come, I've just prepared a batch of Caramel Donuts, come try one, I need your opinion."

You wasted no time and walked over to the back of the shop, placing your bag down and greeting Mr. Sam before trying the Donuts.

As you finished chowing down on the Donut you hummed in delight, nodding your head in acknowledgement. "Mmmh! Tastes really nice, boss! I don't know how you guys do it..."

"Oh—Please, no need to call me 'Boss', you know to call me Linda." The old woman chuckled, shaking her head playfully, you smiled back in response and began to put on your apron.

You begin to do your job, cleaning the tables, setting the new Donuts, Cakes and pastries in the display case before counting the money, checking in the emails and making sure you have all the pastries ready for the orders. Everything was okay and in order.

The time was now 8:30 AM, you got from behind the counter and walked up front to the door and turned the "CLOSED" sign around, it now read "OPEN", the store was now open for the day.

And as you all wait for your customers you lean against the counter, jus staring into the void when you suddenly felt someone nudge your arm, it was Charles, well, Mr. Sam.

"Oh, Charles! Is everything alright, do you need help with anything?" You asked, fixing your posture as he just caught you slacking off of work. Charles shook his head and laughed. "No No, I'm fine. You just look... troubled, are you okay?"

You shake your head, sighing. "No, I'm okay thank you. Just uh.. you know.. things." You replied with a sheepish smile, trying to make sure that the truth doesn't slip out of your mouth.

Charles hums as he stared out the door. "Oh! Look, our first customer. Be sure to welcome them!" He states before walking away. You straightened your back even more before smiling as you welcomed your first customer.

Work will surely get the nervousness off your mind and body.

(Now back at home,) After you left your home, Heizou, Gorou, Aether and Lyney groaned in defeat, what were they going to do now? You were gone.. there was nothing to do without you.

Thoma had already finished washing and drying the dishes as he now leaned against the couch, humming a soft tune. The silence was deafening, everybody was too quite, way too quite to the point where they could hear the birds chirping from out the window, the small droplets coming out of the tap as it landed on the wiped sink, the occasional sighs and sniffles from the men amongst them.

Yeah it was quiet.

Then all of the sudden Thoma perked up—giving Kaveh a fright. Kaveh, who was staring at Thoma as he sat on the couch, had jumped from the sudden movement of Thoma, his face was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?!" but you know, he didn't actually scream that out loud.

Thoma smiles sheepishly and apologized, "sorry Kaveh, I didn't mean to.. but I have an idea to propose." Thoma states, looking around the room, Zhongli gave him a nod to continue.

"Wait wait wait—sorry to interrupt you but uh.. why do you sound so... professional?" Itto intercepts, staring at Thoma looking seriously dumbfounded. Thoma shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, but anyway back to my idea, I say we should clean Y/n's house? I mean we're all bored and have nothing to do. Plus, I'm positive Y/n will be thankful for us cleaning her home."

Thoma's suggestion didn't sound so bad, the idea of cleaning? Not sp much. You being happy that your house is clean? Absolutely yes. The hums of agreement could be hear from around the living room.

"Hm.. that doesn't sound so bad, I guess, but I dibs not cleaning the bathroom OR unclogging the sink!" Heizou added, knowing that he beat majority of the men who also wanted to dibs not cleaning the bathroom and or unclogging the sink.

Many of the men groaned, wishing that maybe someone would take one for the team when Zhongli cleared his throat, immediately silencing everybody. "I say we all do it in groups. I will do it for you guys since I do not trust any of you doing it."

After many troubles, arguing and nasty stares, Zhongli decided that he, Ayato, Heizou and Aether would be a group and clean the living room.

Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc and Xiao were in group two, they were in charge of cleaning the bedrooms (and making sure that everything you placed was still in its' position).

Baizhu, Kazuha, Itto and Gorou were in group three, in charge of mopping, sweeping and vacuuming the floors.

Venti, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Freminet were in group four, they were put to the job of dusting everything.

Childe, Dainsleif, Pantalone and Pierro were set into group five, they organized your wardrobe.

Capitano, Lyney, Cyno, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Dottore and Wanderer were in group six, they were in charge of... cleaning the toilet and bathroom.

And last but not least, Thoma, he was set to organizing the cabinets with the food, plates, utensils and all kitchenware. He was the only one who was happy with his position.

They all set off to the spots and began to clean, at first they didn't enjoy cleaning (other than Thoma, Aether, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Wriothesley and Lyney) but over time they enjoyed it, it was therapeutic and gave them a sense of pride when they see how much they cleaned.

And thankfully, no vases or anything fragile fell and or broke, everything was all well and clean as the men made sure to be extra careful around your most prized possessions.

While they all cleaned, time seemed to have gone by fast, three (3) hours had already passed by the time everybody was done cleaning. "Oh my lord.. that was extremely tiring, I need water.." Lyney spoke breathlessly, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he dragged his feet across the floor to the kitchen.

Unlike some other men who did not even sweat a drop and looked energetic (Diluc, Wriothesley, Itto and Childe), they all slumped on the couch, tired from all of their cleaning they were sure their muscles would grow after all the arm strength they used in scrubbing.

Lyney came back with with cans of soda and gave them all to everybody, as they all took it from Lyney's hand and on the coffee table they all thanked him and thanked the lord.

"Soda has never tasted any better..." Itto sighed after chugging the whole can before burping, loudly. Childe, along with the others groaned in annoyance and muttered under the breath.

"How disgusting.." "Why is he always burping?" "Does he have no shame?!"

Heizou looked up to the clock on the wall, the time read 10:45 AM. Heizou closed his eyes, taking in breaths as he thought about you coming through the door, finally finishing work.

There was still seven (7) hours left, and there was nothing to do but watch shows and sleep through the afternoon.

"That would be $7.50 thank you!" You said, reaching your hand out for him while smiling towards your regular customer. He always came every (opening) single day, you were always so thankful to his understanding and kind nature but he did sometimes creep you out.

Despite him always wearing a black hoodie that was always hanging on his face, you could always see his smile.

The man smiled in an unsettling way before nodding his head and handing you the money, you ignored the way his hands seemed to linger on yours for more than a second as he passes you the money.

"You look even better than usual, Y/n." The man whispers, your brows furrowed as you slightly leaned in closer. "I'm sorry?" You heard him just fine but the way he said it put you off, maybe your brain was wiring his words to sound weird?

"I—I mean you look amazing, today!" He stuttered, cheeks blushing a bright coral red. You smiled shyly and thanked him quietly, still not used to compliments.

Your gaze follows him as he walks off, sitting down at his usual seat as he looks down at the table. "Hello?" The voice of another customer caught your attention, your head snapped back as you quickly apologized and getting back to work.

A beautiful, brown haired woman who looked around your age began ordering her drink, you took everything down and gave her the price. "That'll be $5.90, anything else?" She shakes her head.

You expected her to move so that you could take the next customer but she didn't, her eyes shifted to the man you were talking to earlier before looking at you.

"That.. guy. Do you know him personally?" She asked quietly, leaning in closer. Your brows furrowed at her question. "... No, why?"

A sigh.

"I don't mean to come off as a stalker but.. For a couple of weeks now I've seen him coming to this shop and talking to you, stalking you, watching you as you worked and when you left. Please don't freak out—I just want you to know."

For a second your heart skipped a beat, you expected yourself to be afraid and you know, the usual scared emotions but for some reason you felt.. neutral? You would've never expected that him, your regular customer, to be your stalker.

The thought of him following you home, watching you work, watching you leave work made you feel uncomfortable, but you had to stay calm as the supposed stalker was in the room with you.

You nod your head slowly and took a deep breath, looking at the woman in her eyes. "Thank you for telling me, I'll... do something about it." The lady smiles apologetically and walks away, leaving you a few seconds to your thoughts before you were dragged right back into reality by the voice of your next customer.

All the while you were serving and taking the customers orders, you found yourself glancing at the man in black, the more you stare at him the more you noticed how suspicious he looked, the more unsettled and scared you felt, the pit in your lower stomach was filled with butterflies.

Your palms grew sweatier as everything became harder to concentrate on. Questions ran through your mind.

Was he really stalking you? Are you and that other woman overthinking it? But then why does he look so suspicious? Why was he always staring at you so.. greedily?

It got to the point where you couldn't even focus on your customers and answer their questions and orders. "Hello? Helloooo? Ugh are you even listening?" Was the only thing you could hear from your very annoying customer.

You placed your palm up, apologizing to the customer. "I—I'm sorry I need to go do something, I'll get another person wait.." You stated, your hand rubbing your temples as you walked off into the back of the shop to meet Mrs. Sam

Mrs. Sam noticed you walking into the room looking troubled. "Y/n, everything alright? Are the customers being rude?" She questioned, placing both of her hands on your shoulders—holding you steady.

"I'm.. I don't know, I don't feel good nor safe. Can I take a quick break? I'm so sorry—" You were cut off by Mrs. Sam as she shushes you.

"Never be sorry, Dear. Take as much time as you need I'll get Charles to do the job." You were thankful for her as she calls her husband over and explains the situation, he wasted no time getting out of the kitchen.

Time passed by as you sat down on a chair, just thinking about everything. "You know..." Mrs. Sam begun, washing the dishes, not even staring at you as she continues to speak.

"You can tell me anything, I'll try to help. If you don't feel safe you can go home you know? We are about you a lot."

Turning your head around you stared up at her before looking back down, sighing. "It's nothing Mrs. Sam, I don't feel safe walking home right now. D'you think you could walk me home today?"

Mrs. Sam hums, finishing up her washing before placing the plate on a dish rack. She puts her latex gloves away and faces towards you. "Why, of course, I don't mind."

A smile reached your lips as you felt a slightly bit better and safer.

—

Finally, it was 4:50 PM, you would be going home early as the couple allowed you too, this would mean that the shop would close 10 minutes earlier.

Fortunately there were no more customers by the time you were closing the shop—the supposed stalker had went away as well.

You made sure to count the money, wipe the tables, and make sure that all the pastries that weren't bought were put in the freezer. You turned the "OPEN" sigh around, signifying that the shop was now closed.

You grabbed your bag and checked that everything was inside before opening the door and holding it open for the old couple before closing and locking it after stepping out.

"Thank you for walking me home, I feel much better now!" You happily expressed, smiling towards the both of them. Charles chuckled and waved his hand.

"It's no worries, It has gotten quite dangerous nowadays you know.. I heard on the news last week that a young woman went missing in an alleyway near Hills St.."

You giggled as he rambled on about stories about him and his wife, they always made your day. Sooner or later you reached your home, you had totally forgotten about the 'stalker'.

After thanking them, you waved goodbye and unlocked the door, after hearing the click you turned the doorknob and pushed yourself inside.

As the men waited patiently for you to come home, the sound of the click of the doorknob was heard from the door. Everybody whipped their head towards the sound and immediately got up—as if they were ready to pounce on you (because they were).

The second Heizou saw your figure coming through the door he ran towards you and hugged you from behind, tightly. You haven't even closed and locked the door shut yet as he held you tightly with no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Heizou" You giggled, closing the door shut behind you before locking the door. "Oh, ow ow ow— Heizou you're hugging me really tightly-!"

Heizou apologized, but you knew he didn't mean it but you didn't mind. Before you knew it more people began to hug you really tightly. Gorou, Aether and Childe all hugged your body.

They felt so warm and this was just what you needed after a long and confusing day at work.

"You seemed tired, do you need to rest?" Ayato asked worriedly, pulling the men away from your body. You looked up to meet his gaze and sighed. "Yeah, I think I do." You muttered.

That was all that he needed to know before he swooped you off your feet, obviously spooking you as your eyes widened, your heart beat spiking up as your hands immediately gripped on his arm.

"Time to go sleep." Ayato states, bringing you to your room as the rest followed behind you. You groaned, too tired to protest. "But I feel icky, I need to go take a shower first."

Ayato hummed for a second before putting you down in front of the bathroom door, he opened the door and ushered you inside. "I'll get your clothes, just stay there.

You listened to his words as you waited for him to get your pajamas. After a couple of minutes he knocked on the door, as you opened it his hand poked through the crack of the door, a pair of clothes being handed to you.

You took the clothes as he quickly retracted his hand and closed the door.

After 20 minutes of taking a warm shower you slipped your clothes on—you felt so much better, more refreshed and clean. As you exited the bathroom you made your way to your bedroom, stepping inside you noticed that the fan was on, your blinds just rolled up slightly so that little sunlight seeped in, just the way you liked it.

Not only that but Tighnari was also in your room, tending to the plants on your desk. His ears twitched as he picked up the sounds of your footstep and your presence.

"Finished already? Well don't mind me I'm just taking care of your plants" He spoke in a soft tone, smiling at you. You hummed and made your way to your bed before flopping down, heaving a great, relaxed sigh.

Tighnari stopped in his tracks as his ear twitched once more, he turned his head to face you lying on your bed, looking exhausted yet relaxed from the shower.

Your eyes were closed shut when you felt the edge of your bed dipping, your eyes flickered open—you spotted Tighnari sitting on the edge of your bed, just staring at you, observing your face.

"Are you okay, Y/n? You seem exhausted. Was it work?" He questioned, his voice filled with worry. You thought about your answer for a second, you would've been fine if you had not known about your so-called 'stalker'.

But could you really tell him? You knew they (all the men) were overprotective of you and if you told Tighnari, he might tell everybody as well. And that would only cause more problems.

A faint sigh escaped your lips. "No.. I'm just a bit tired is all, don't worry about me." You replied, moving around in your bed and tucking yourself in.

Tighnari didn't respond after that, it was only silent.

"... I've noticed you've been looking at my ears a lot."

Your eyes widened at his sudden words. He wasn't lying. You've been thinking about their (Tighnari and Gorou) ears and tails for a while now, they just looked so soft.

A warmness spreads across your cheeks to your face as you nod your head, "well you're not wrong"

Tighnari blushed before clearing his throat, his eyes avoiding yours. "W—well if it makes you feel a bit better, you can touch them, I don't mind. It would be an honor to have my ears touched by you."

His words made you feel some type of way but you wasted no time and pat the spot beside you, you couldn't waste this opportunity.

Tighnari obeys, lying right beside you but just a bit lower than you, you slowly placed your hand on his soft, fluffy ears, making sure not to hurt them or rub them too hard.

All the while you looked between his ears and back at his face to see any signs of discomfort. Your breath hitched in your throat, amazed by how soft they were.

"So soft..." You mumbled softly—unable to stop yourself from touching his ears. Tighnari blushed at your words and closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips as his grip on the blanket tightened.

After a couple of minutes the drowsiness soon took over your body and eyelids as you fought to stay awake but to no avail. Your eyelids slowly but surely grew heavy and heavy, and before you knew it you were knocked out cold, your hand still laid on his ears.

Tighnari, too, fell asleep to your touch.

"Shhhhh! They're both asleep!" Kazuha shushed Childe who was complaining quite loudly about how he should be in the bed with you. Childe huffed and grumbled under his breath.

Soft snore escaped your mouth as you grumbled and flipped to your other side. "It's already 8, we should get to sleep as well." Neuvillette whispers, already settling down onto the mattress near your bed.

"That lucky bastard!" Wanderer scowls, glaring at Tighnari that slept peacefully on your bed, his ear twitched. Heizou rolled his eyes and began to tuck himself into the bed.

The rest went to the guest room and got ready to sleep. The sounds of the blankets rustling, people snoring, sighing and the sound of the fan was the only thing could be heard.

"Hey... guys?"

Dainsleif, Neuvillette, Cyno, Childe and the others hummed at Aether's question.

"Is it just me or was Y/n kind of off today? They seemed different I don't know why." Aether proposed, his voice was soft as he thought about you.

A chorus of hums and agreement were heard, and then it was silent again. "You think we should go visit Y/n at work? Maybe something happened to them."

Dainsleif sighed before responding. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea but... wouldn't that make us seem like creeps though? To Y/n I mean."

"Eh, not really, we're just visiting them to see if anything happened to them you know?" Childe explained, his arms and legs splayed out on the mattress of the bed, his arms hitting Gorou who groaned and turned his back towards him.

Well, at least they won't be bored the next day, just... one small thing that bothered them.

The unknown number who texted you just a couple minutes ago that read,

Messages

Mark Holey

hey, you looked ravishing today my love, i want to tell you something and i hope you feel the same way about me too, a couple weeks ago i...

note: RAHHHHHHHHHH I FINALLT FINISHED THISSS i just went with te flow and if you sent any suggestions they will be used in the next chapters!! i'll give credits as well dw <3 for the end idea (reader and tighnari) it was submitted by an anon.

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Hey hi hemlo

Love your writing style so much, that asshole Gojo fic made my heart squeeze like you wouldn't believe

Can I make a request?

A foreign Jujutsu Tech teacher/sorcerer struggling to do paperwork in Japanese. Satoru and/or Suguru try to help, but end up a distraction instead lol

A Welcome Distraction

Sypnosis - Working is already grueling enough, made worse only by the human-sized distractions that are ... the loves of your life.

Warning(s) - None, this is really just pure fluff.

A/N - This really just spiraled into Gojo being an absolute distraction, but I hope y'all enjoy nonetheless!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

"There she is!" 

"Satoru … restrain yourself, even if it's just for a second." 

With a smile already curling the corners of your mouth upward, you turn your head to your classroom door – which had been swung open by Gojo, a wide smile already plastered onto his face. Not too far behind him was Geto, whose apologetic eyes flicker to you and whose lips quirk upward in an equally as apologetic smile.  

You say nothing as Gojo enters your classroom, beelining to where you sit behind your desk and wrapping his arms around you. His chin lowers to rest against the top of your head, a content hum rumbling in his throat when you lean back in his arms.  

“Hello sweet girl,” Gojo says with a wide smile, tilting his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You hum, then turning your head to watch Geto as he approaches. 

“Hi. What brings you both around here?” you inquire with a tilt of your head, turning in your seat to get a better look at Gojo. He peers over your shoulder, glancing at the unfinished paperwork that you had been tending to for the better part of two hours.  

Geto leans down, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and sneaking a glance at your paperwork. “Hi honey, we just wanted to check in on you.”  

You smile, accepting the kiss that Gojo leans in to steal from you, his hands holding either side of your face as his lips curl into a boyish grin against your own.  

Geto rolls his eyes, reaching out to grip the collar of Gojo’s shirt and lightly prying him away from you; though he couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest at both of his lovers doting on one another.  

“That’s sweet of you both, but don’t you have physical training with your students today?” you tilt your head, remembering how Gojo was supposed to tend to the first-years and Geto the second-years.  

At the mention of fulfilling his teacher duties, Gojo groans childishly, hanging his head so that his forehead hits against your shoulder. His back arches uncomfortably, but his discomfort is lessened by the sound of your sweet laugh.  

“I let them have a small break, I couldn’t let Satoru run rampant,” Geto replies teasingly, grinning down at you. You set down the pen in your hand, lifting a hand to Gojo’s hair and scratching at his scalp — which he doesn’t hesitate to purr at.  

“Not true!” Gojo murmurs against your shoulder, removing his head from your shirt and turning to glance at Geto with a dramatic pout, bottom lip jutted out like a child who had been denied a snack before dinner.  

"It's entirely true love," you nod in agreement, chuckling breathily to yourself. Gojo huffs, this time completely disconnecting from you and taking a step away from your desk. He crosses his arms over his chest, still pouting.  

"You're both just so mean to me, and for no reason," he complains loudly, borderline stomping his foot against the ground as his gaze flickers between you and Geto. You turn to your raven-haired lover, both of you sharing a knowing smile just as Gojo grows annoyed with being ignored.  

Geto once again sneaks a glance at the paperwork scattered about your desk; ranging from mission logs given to you by Ijichi to student papers that you had procrastinated grading. His eyebrows furrow at the notes that you had scrawled into the paper's margins, but he doesn't bring any attention to it. 

"It's not being mean 'toru," you try to reason with your childish lover, but he merely presses his palms against his ears and hums obnoxiously. You sigh in exasperation, rubbing your temples before turning to Geto – your only saving Grace.  

Geto chuckles, catching Gojo as he dramatically falls into the former's arms, head knocking against Geto's broad shoulder.  

"Come now, you know she didn't mean it that way," Geto says, voice shaking as he struggles to hold back the chuckle that rises in his throat. "There isn't any reason for you to be this dramatic." 

It's your turn to chuckle now, the noise making both men smile lovingly at you. You half lean over your desk, arms covering your now abandoned paperwork as you turn your attention to both Gojo and Geto. 

"He's right, I don't mind that you both came to visit me," you say truthfully, lips still curled upward in that smile that your lovers could spend hours admiring. "I appreciate it actually." 

Gojo immediately disconnects himself from Geto's arms, beelining for you once again and wrapping you up in a bone-crushing embrace. You laugh heartily in his arms, squealing as he effortlessly lifts you from where you sit behind your desk.  

"'toru! I have work to do!" Your plea to return to working goes completely ignored by the snowy-haired man, who only tightens his grip around you and proceeds to spin you around. Geto joins in on the laughter, his chest warm and his eyes crinkled in a loving smile.  

Even with your complaining, and even with your pleading, you truly do love the distractions provided by not just one … but both of the loves of your life. 

[kaiserposting]

Michael Kaiser — Molasses

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.5k TYPE: Humor, Established relationship, Idk if i'd call this fluff lol, bad communication gets resolved at the end WARNING: trigger warning for CRINGE

“Is it easy for you to keep up with him?”

Your friend is interrogating you about Kaiser again. After a while, the topic of your relationship lost novelty, making way for newer drama, but it’s difficult for them to disregard that you’re dating a football player. Like, a real one, not just some dude who goes to play every other Sunday with his buddies.

You swirl your straw around your drink, looking at it like there’s slop in the glass instead of what you ordered. You wouldn’t say you keep up with Kaiser, so you shrug. “Give him a ball to kick around and he’ll be content.”

They raise an eyebrow, picking up on your sulking. Not like you’re being subtle about it. “So, I take it you’re not super stoked about things right now?”

Well, that’s the thing. You have nothing to do with what makes him happy. You don’t even call him by his first name, which is odd for obvious reasons, but also because it gives off the impression you’re one of the lackeys on his team, even though you don’t play. Or worse, a stalker fan who follows him around a lot.

Of course, you know what he’s like. That he’s a jerk who isn’t occupied with much besides himself, whose personality is cold and distant, and despite being a bit of a romantic, you’d prefer to think you didn’t have any unrealistic expectations. Maybe you overestimated your ability to tolerate how unavailable he is. And still — still! — is it such a crime to expect your boyfriend to display some vulnerability after several months of dating?

He doesn’t show you much of himself besides his persona, but you find it unnecessary, this covering up and playing His Majesty and forcing distance between you two with his paper thin smiles and showy kisses after games. You’re not a journalist trying to write an exposé on him (‘Michael Kaiser Is a Big Bitch’). You just… You just like him is all, and have a desire for a more profound closeness.

Does he share the same sentiments of affection towards you? It’s kind of a ridiculous question to ask yourself, and he’s way too pompous to allow anyone he finds uninteresting in his presence, but are you on his mind as often as he is on yours? Does he wonder about you the same way? You don’t believe you’re even half as elusive as he is, so it doesn’t seem plausible.

On the other hand, are you too overbearing? Should you pull back and relax?

You’ve been meaning to be mature and speak up about your concerns, but have been procrastinating on the conversation. For now, you wallow in your doubts while your friend suggests you break up with him and points out how big his forehead is, and how dumping a star is a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity.’

___

Kaiser is… off balance.

Not really. He’s standing upright and his posture is perfect and he’s not dizzy, but right now, the world is wrong and he can only hope the way he is clawing at his phone doesn’t betray how upset he is.

“Ness,” he says in his ‘I am about to complain’ tone. It is also only slightly different from his usual voice.

“Yes?”

“Before I continue, I just want you to know that I’m being very brave and nonchalant about this.”

Ness smiles, the expression seeming guileless as usual. “Of course,” he says eventually.

Kaiser all but shoves the screen in his face, since putting all of your offenses into words is beyond him, though it soon occurs to him Ness can’t read from this proximity and ceases the assault he’s committing on his eyes. Ness scans over your sparse chat, looks up at Kaiser again, and raises his eyebrows.

“They can’t make it to practice?” He states it in the form of a question when it appears that Kaiser is unwilling to talk, even though he’s the one who started the conversation.

“Congratulations, you can read. How many times has this happened?”

“I don’t know,” Ness says, despite knowing this is the fifth since he counted every time you didn’t show up the last two weeks. “Are they not feeling well?”

You shot him down the last two times he asked you to go out on a date. And you haven’t called before bed in a while. And you didn’t even add a kissy emoji when you told him good luck (not like he cares about your stupid emojis, but you didn’t). And whenever you see him lately, you act closed off.

“No, they’re totally avoiding me,” he says, after going through a mental flashback of all of your betrayals as if he was in a war instead of on iMessage. “Do you think I’m ugly? Or maybe boring?”

“Never.”

“Then what should I do?”

Did he have a plan for if he were unattractive? Get plastic surgery just to keep dating you or something? “You should try asking.”

“Maybe our relationship is losing its spark,” Kaiser says, completely disregarding Ness’s input. Ness continues smiling. It is unnerving, but an idea comes to Kaiser’s mind, and he’s too busy marveling at his genius to notice. “It’s an easy fix. I just need to romance [Y/n] again.”

Ness is still smiling.

“Anyway,” Kaiser continues despite the lack of answer, “you know they love those comics or whatever. It can be like a challenge. Recreate the atmosphere, sweep them off their feet. I can make my sweetie’s dreams come true. Because I’m not replaceable, and only I can do that for them. Right?”

For a brief moment, Ness considers telling him this is not the way and that he’s jumping through so many hoops, he’s going to trip and fall, but decides against it. Maybe there’s a grain of truth to what he’s saying. He doubts anyone else would come to this conclusion, for one, let alone devise a plan around it. If irreplaceable is synonymous with unique by some stretch of the imagination, then sure.

“Of course,” he says again. His eyes are big and innocent. Kaiser gets the distinct impression that Ness is judging him right now.

___

It’s already dark outside and you’re still sitting at your desk, doing mundane things on your computer, once again distracted from an assignment you’ve been meaning to do for a while. Something smacks against the window, startling you, but when you pull the curtains, you don’t see anything near the sill. You assume you imagined the noise, but another pebble hits the window, and this time you witness it as it happens.

The thought of some asshole throwing rocks at your windows irritates you, so you stand up to investigate, pressing your forehead against the glass.

Kaiser waves at you from below, looking way too cheery. You don’t know what he’s doing here, but you turn to go and let him in through the intercom — did he ring? you don’t remember him doing so — until you notice him gesturing at you to open the windows. Confused, you comply, peeking your head out, the cold breeze blowing against your cheeks and invading your already poorly insulated apartment.

“You look lovely today,” he yells out. Not a strong start, but he can redeem himself. Maybe.

“Thanks? Do you wanna come in?”

“Yes.” You lean away from the window again, but he stops you with another bizarre request. “No, wait. Later.”

This perplexes you even more, but you humor him with a weary expression anyway, resting your face against your palm.

… You interrupt his unnecessarily loud reading of some obscure love poem with a flail of your hands and a, “Cut it out and just come up!”

God, you hope none of your neighbors heard. To spare you both of this embarrassment, you don’t give him a chance to continue and instead close the windows, hurrying to let him in and unlock your door.

What’s with him, anyway? You feel a pinprick of anxiety at what’s about to come after such a strange… greeting from him, but try your best to seem stoic while you wait for Kaiser to climb up the stairs.

When he comes into view, you offer him what you consider a cool nod (which you may or may not have practiced in the mirror), and he continues to stand there at the doorway as if waiting for something. You move aside to give him space. Kaiser blinks once, figures this isn’t going his way, then follows your lead.

“Please don’t make me ask ‘where’s my hug at?’” he says, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. “That’s not like me at all.”

In your struggle to think of a neutral response, all you come up with is, “No one’s making you do anything,” which sounds more disagreeable than what you’re going for.

His lips settle into a thin line, the action calculating, as if he’s contemplating his next move. Both of you are being tactical. It’s weird considering this is supposed to be a sweet surprise visit from your boyfriend, not a battle of psychological warfare, but you don’t even know what’s going on anymore.

Then he takes a step closer until he’s in front of you, invading your personal space with his face leaning in so close to yours, resting his palm against the wall, almost pinning you to the wall but not quite. “Why not?”

“Do you need something? I kind of wasn’t expecting you, so,” you say irrelevantly. In your head, you’re still trying to make sense of this, not understanding where these corny gestures are coming from all of a sudden.

“No, I just wanted to see you. Is that a crime?” he says, backing away, folding his hands behind his back. There’s an artificial grin on his face. “Was this enjoyable for you?”

“Well, um, it was alright.”

“Did you like my recitation?”

“No…”

He read your stupid favorite series and the idiot love interest did both of those things. Does he have something that Kaiser doesn’t? And should he throw an irrational and jealous tantrum about it, shoujo style, or should he move onto the amnesia subplot?

This is awkward. You can’t think of an inoffensive topic to bring up. Perhaps deliberately withdrawing yourself from him has impaired your conversational skills? Either way, his unpredictable actions from earlier are throwing you off your game.

Kaiser follows you when you lead him to the couch, sitting in a manner you think is far too dignified considering he was serenading you from under your balcony not too long ago — prim and proper, with his ankle crossed over his knee and his hands intertwined together like he’s at a fancy meeting, offering opinions about a business deal.

You fumble for the remote with sweaty fingers, turning on the TV, hoping for a distraction. You can’t focus because you can feel Kaiser’s gaze on you, putting you on edge, burning into your side profile. He’s not even paying attention to whatever random show you started.

You turn towards him, conveying your incredulity with a raise of your eyebrows because you’re not even sure what you’re supposed to ask. ‘Why are you looking at me?’ doesn’t communicate what you want to say to the fullest extent.

“Oh, you caught me staring longingly at you. How embarrassing,” Kaiser says with the same sly smile, not sounding the slightest bit ashamed.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Have we met before?”

You scrunch your face in evident disbelief and think, OBVIOUSLY?

It makes Kaiser contemplate whether the amnesiac subplot is worth continuing.

“Seriously, you’re acting weird,” you say after gathering your wits.

“‘Weird,’” he repeats in fake amusement and looks away, switching from… whatever he’s been doing to a strange defensiveness, then adjusts the collar of his shirt. “I think the definition of that word is subjective.”

“I mean, sure.”

“And anyway, you were the one who was acting strange first.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Instead of acting like I don’t exist anymore, you should’ve just said you want to separate.”

God, Kaiser is so dramatic. Saying you were ‘acting like he doesn’t exist’ just because your world doesn’t revolve around him. You’re struggling to keep up with these mood swings. “But I don’t want to break up?”

“Oh,” he says before his lips turn up again. “That’s good,” he settles on, figuring it makes him come across as calm and collected enough.

“Honestly, I don’t know what you were doing, but… if you were worried about something, maybe you should’ve just told me?”

“You’re so cute when you’re being hypocritical.”

You cross your arms and frown, offended.

“I mean,” Kaiser elaborates, “you haven’t told me why you’re avoiding me either. And what was I doing? I wanted to find a new way to woo you again, but since you didn’t notice, it obviously didn’t work. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“Well, it’s hard to put it into words,” you say, picking at a hangnail on your finger to distract yourself. “I don’t want you to woo me or anything. A lot of the things you do are performative, just for show. Even all this wasn’t sincere… So I don’t wanna be in a situation where I’m opening up to you when you’re not doing the same.”

He seems taken aback by this. “Do you doubt my feelings for you?”

“Not exactly. More like the depth of them, if that makes sense?”

“When I thought I was losing you, I started acting irrational,” he says in a disdainful tone, vaguely gesturing at nothing in particular to imply this entire ordeal. “I hate to admit it, but it scared me how much it was affecting me.” Kaiser appears to regret admitting this almost immediately, though, because he tries to divert your attention by asking, “Is this the appealing kind of vulnerable? Or the pathetic one? I could repeat myself while flipping my hair from my best angle if it’d help.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry,” you say. “I should’ve just been upfront instead of playing games. You were right, that’s pretty hypocritical of me.”

“Yes, you should be sorry, making me act like a clown.” You narrow your eyes at him in annoyance. “But I guess I was confusing you, so I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Hold on,” you say, when the tropes finally click into your head (though you have to admit, as much as you love the romance genre, these things do come across as really bizarre in real life). “I don’t know if you were reading with your ass or what, but all these things are supposed to happen before the characters get together. It was way too late for any of this!”

“Haha. Is that so?” Kaiser asks, pretending he’s not dying of even more mortification on the inside. Then he pulls out his phone. “That reminds me, I organized a duel for your hand against Ness at the city center for later. I guess I should cancel it.”

“What-”

“Don’t worry, we choreographed it to be quick and painless, with a decisive win in my favor,” he says, as if any of what he mentioned is what you were questioning.

“Choreographed- Never mind, actually, I don’t wanna know. Why would Ness even agree?”

“Because I asked him to do it…?”

[nanaminsmoon]

❛❜𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔❛❜

universitystudent!Megumi x rich!blackfem reader

A/N: this was the first au i ever wrote, and i wrote it on this day last month so it seemed fitting to post it today:)) thanks for the support on the last post too i literally want to finish writing all the shit i’ve been procrastinating so i can upload more 😭

cw: fluff, reader makes universitystudent!Megumi feel a little flustered, mentions of kissing.

wc: 2814

universitystudent! Megumi who made the decision to become a tutor after coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t survive on ramen and toast for the rest of the semester, so he had to make some money. Hours of contemplating drew the conclusion that he refused to deal with working in retail or in hospitality, so Megumi collapsed on his bed, opting to have sleep for dinner. However, the next day, a classmate of his happened to mention that he had made bank over the summer from tutoring dumb, trust fund babies, and told universitystudent! Megumi that if he wanted to make fairly easy money, that was the way to do it. So universitystudent! Megumi shrugged and said he would think about it. Initially, he was hesitant as he figured teaching wouldn’t be his forte because he genuinely didn’t believe he had the patience for it, especially if his students would be spoilt idiots who probably have no discipline because they’ve never been told ‘no’. But his mind was quickly made up when he got back to his shared dorms, and took a look in his fridge.

universitystudent!Megumi who had to download Facebook for the first time since he was 14 because nobody uses that app anymore. But his classmate told him that he probably wouldn’t find ads for tutors on TikTok.

universitystudent!Megumi who spent 15 whole minutes trying to login to his old but kept failing, despite the fact that he swore that ‘fuck-u-toji’ was his password on everything ages 11 through 18. It was only on the thousandth attempt, that he remembered that he had deleted that account years ago. At this point, he was so irritated, he didn’t even know if the money was worth it anymore but his stomach rumbling spurred perseverance within him, and after, what felt like years, he had made a new account.

universitystudent!Megumi who saw an ad your guardian had posted, and settled on it pretty quickly, because: 1) you were local, 2) it was the first one that showed up when he searched ‘tutor’ on Facebook, and he was too lazy to look for any other ones, and 3) it paid $200 an hour so, as much as he didn’t want to be locked up in your house for hours, he wouldn’t mind making $1000 in one sitting. So he messaged your guardian and, after some intense interrogation (aka asking him about his degree and how he was finding the weather), they agreed for him to tutor you.

universitystudent!Megumi who showed up to tutor you at 4pm, right after his last lecture, and was rolling his eyes in the Uber to your house because, up until this point, his main thoughts about the whole situation were concerning the compensation. But then he realised that he would actually have to tutor a rich idiot in maths, a subject that is hard to teach anyways. But that fact is exacerbated by the fact that his student would be someone spoilt. But the sorrowful clouds above his head were soon lifted by your chirpy guardian, who greeted him warmly upon opening the door and soon began bragging about you the same way they did in their messages, talking about how smart you were. Which made them both chuckle because they were telling that to your…tutor.

universitystudent!Megumi whose eyes widened, and breath hitched, when he saw a beautiful young woman come down the stairs, instead of the broody teenager he expected to see after hearing, and reading, all the comments about your guardian’s ‘little girl’. But he wasn’t complaining. You wore comfy clothes; loose black joggers, a white baby tee, and an oversized green and blue plaid shirt—white socks and beige Yeezy slides on your feet. Your jet-black, middle part, wig was in a claw clip, and you finished the look with a pair of thick rimmed glasses. A sigh, subconsciously, left his lips at how flawless you looked in such plain clothing, and he figured it was mainly due to your beautiful face and magnetic aura. And when he said ‘beautiful’, he meant beautiful; even simple things, like your gait as you seemingly floated down the long staircase, mesmerised him. Your presence had pulled him away from reality and he didn’t tune back into the present until you started introducing yourself, and he realised that he had seen your lips moving (because he was staring at them), but had heard nothing you had said. His cheeks and the tips of his ears rouged at the fact that he had to ask you again, because he hadn’t caught your name the first time. But the kind manner in which you smiled at him and repeated it without questioning his request made his heart melt.

universitystudent!Megumi whose lips curved slightly at the discovery that you were around his age, which he found through deep investigation (aka ‘staring really hard’)…and asking you your age.

universitystudent!Megumi’s heart nearly stopped when you told him that you would be studying in your bedroom instead of just the living room, or at the dining room table. You know, in a public place. With other people around. Because the thought of being in such a personal space of yours, so quickly, made his knees wobble. Especially since he basically had a crush on you after having known you for the best part of five minutes. But he followed you up the staircase, through the hallways, to a vast room that was probably ten times the size of his dorm room. It was decorated very well and, although he didn’t know you very well yet, he thought it matched you very well.

universitystudent!Megumi who sees a student lanyard with an ID card on your desk that told him that you go to the same uni. When he asked you about it, he found out that your department buildings are directly opposite each other.

”But wait, why do you need maths for photography?”, he asked with a confused scowl on his face once he figured out what your degree was, based on your department building.

”That’s what I’m saying!”, you shouted in enthusiastic agreement, and the way your face lit up made his heart palpitate, and his eyes greedy to see it happen again.

”The lecturer said something about calculating settings and shit, but I picked this subject so I wouldn’t need to do this shit. If I wanted to do maths, I would’ve picked it as a degree!”, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, and he chuckled lightly and nodded at you.

universitystudent!Megumi who stood by the edge of your bed, right hand on the strap of his backpack, as he awaited instruction on where he should sit. At first you questioned why he was just awkwardly stood there, looking around like a lost puppy. But when you realised you were sat on the only desk chair in your room, shock was painted on your face and you shot up from your chair and quickly scurried to your guardian’s home office to grab another chair. When you returned, pushing it in front of you, universitystudent!Megumi gave a tight-lipped smile, and placed his bag on the floor and sat down beside you.

Although it excited universitystudent!Megumi that, because you went to the same uni, you two would probably see each other again, it also confused him how you had been in such close proximity on a day to day basis, and he had never seen you before. He was sure he had never seen you because he would’ve remembered a face as pretty, and a laugh as infectious, as yours—he hadn’t said anything particularly funny, just a passing comment about a professor you both shared. But the way you had erupted into laughter had made him blush, and he just knew that your voice would be ringing through his head for the rest of the day.

The way universitystudent!Megumi would just stare at you, as you wrote down equations and completed practice questions, did not go by unnoticed by you.

”Is this correct?”, you had asked after scrawling an answer onto the paper, after writing and rewriting several different equations. universitystudent!Megumi hadn’t said anything in a few minutes, which obviously wasn’t a good sign, so you turned to him to find that he was staring right back at you, features more gentle than they had been when you first met him.

”Hm?”, he blinked himself out of a daze. He hadn’t even realised that he had been staring at you, so he couldn’t tell you how long he was even doing it for. He had just happened to notice how long your eyelashes were without any makeup, and that led him to your eyes. He noticed how pretty they looked earlier, but how did they look gorgeous from the side as well?? Then his gaze travelled down the slope of your nose, before sliding down to your lips; glossed, and plump. He was meant to be teaching you the geometric sequence, but he couldn’t focus on anything but those lips of yours, and how they would feel on his. He had to shake himself when your voice finally broke him out of his reverie.

”The equation? Did I do this right?”, you laughed nervously, not sure how to receive the blank stare he was throwing in your direction, and he just hummed while nodding. Before he actually saw what was written on the paper, and his nodding stuttered and he frowned deeply before grabbing your pencil.

”Oh…no, that-that’s not right”, he laughed out, and he basically scribbled out everything you had written and re-wrote everything again, and you just stared at him as he did it. His left arm was damn near bumping into your face with how close he was leaning over the table. His dark, aftershave wafted into your nostrils and you couldn’t help but notice how much cuter he looked now than earlier. He looked pretty good when he first arrived, but now you were looking at him closer, he looked…different; his raven coloured hair falling over his face, random parts of it just stood up as if they were being held afloat by a little hair fairy. You found it adorable how the ends of his bangs were kissing the ends of his eyelashes as he hurriedly wrote down whatever the fuck the geometric sequence was. He was just so…pretty. So was the bottom lip tucked between his teeth, as he frowned in concentration before he placed the pencil down, and met your eyes. The emeralds just bore back into yours, as silence ensued and, for a split second, it seemed like his breath got deeper. Mainly because it had.

”Done.”, he squeaked out. He didn’t mean to, but the nerves made his voice crack, and then his face got red because his voice cracked.

”Hot?”, you quirked an eyebrow, placing a hand on his knee. If he was on fire before, the flames had engulfed him completely now and he was about to turn into a puddle.

”Sorry?”, he whispered, moving back slightly. He didn’t realise how close you guys were until his knee knocked into yours.

”You’re red”, you pointed at his face, “Are you hot? Because I can turn the air conditioning on if you’d like.”, your own voice quietened subconsciously.

“Nah”, he shook his head, “I’m good. Just…thirsty”, he turned away from you, and you laughed before leaning down to your mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing to him, and he accepted it with a smile.

universitystudent!Megumi whose heart sank into his bowels when your guardian opened the door to offer you snacks, breaking the conversation you were having about God knows what, instead of studying (which had been long abandoned). He started feeling bad because he would still get paid at the end of the 5 hours, which had been broken into two segments; three and a half hours of studying and the remaining ninety minutes just being spent talking. Even when you were studying, you were still mainly speaking about your classes, and other random shit. This is when universitystudent!Megumi found out that you were at a party Yuji had urged him to go to last Friday. It was an invite he had declined, instead opting to stay at home and play Valorant (a decision he, now, regretted infinitely).

After devouring all the snacks, and making stupid jokes for hours, you looked at the time and realised it was getting late, so you offered to drop universitystudent!Megumi off to his dorms. He hesitantly accepted because, as much as he hated the idea of the rich girl he liked seeing his dorms, he wanted to speak to you more. So you went downstairs, and he greeted your guardian then you went to the garage, and got into your Porsche 718 and told him he could connect his phone on Bluetooth and play whatever he wanted. He chose ’ROLE MODEL’ by Brent Faiyaz.

universitystudent!Megumi whose eyes became well acquainted with the dashboard as you pulled up in front of his dormitory building.

”Hey, can I…uh…”, he had been practicing this since you got in the car, which was part of the reason why he was more quiet than he was back in your room. But now that he was staring into your eyes, doe-like and gleaming with the way their sparkle ricocheted off the beige car interior and almost blinded him, he really couldn’t speak. It was as if they were so blinding that all he could see was bright white, and he just blanked.

”Never mind”, he smiled, and started grabbing his bag and getting ready to leave. Fuck, he thought. He choked it. And now, he just needed to get out of the car before he embarrassed himself even further. But his escape plan was halted when you placed a hand on his shoulder, and held him back slightly. Every muscle in his body hardened but, after taking a deep breath, he turned to you. He just assumed you were about to tell him he forgot something,

”I don’t know if this is inappropriate, but…”, you laughed breathily, and his brain basically shut down, because what were you about to say? It couldn’t be what he thought it would it be, because that wouldn’t make sense.

”Can I…get your number?”, you winced slightly, hoping you hadn’t crossed the line, and when he just looked at you, blankly, you feared you had and you took your hand off his shoulder. universitystudent!Megumi simply watched as it retreated back to your lap.

”Are you serious?”, he spoke quietly and you, hesitantly, nodded.

”Sorry if I crossed the line, it’s just that we were getting on pretty well, and I—”,

”What? No, y/n, I was just surprised.”, he chuckled, nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was, uh…trying to ask you that just now, but I fucked it up”, he laughed, and you chuckled shyly, just looking back at him, and he looked back at you. So, now you were just staring right at each other, and his mind only went to one place, but you weren’t going to kiss him…were you?

”Your phone?”, you looked at him, then the light bulb went off and he realised you were waiting for him to take his phone out.

”Shit, yeah. Here”, he handed you his phone, and you put your number in it. Even saving your contact name as ‘y/n<33’, making him chuckle when he got his phone back.

”You can delete the last part if you want”, you giggled, and he shook his head.

”I like it. It’s cute.”, universitystudent!Megumi wanted to comment on you being cute too, but you cut his thought processes short when you began waving at him. So he just smiled at you, before making his way out, and running to his door because it randomly began raining.

The whole thing was very funny because you had never wanted a tutor, but your guardian had suggested it and you had, begrudgingly, agreed. But now, you wouldn’t mind doing extra maths work if it meant inviting a cute boy into your room a few times a week. universitystudent!Megumi, on the other hand, couldn’t believe that he was getting paid bags a week just a talk to a pretty girl. But, again, he wasn’t complaining.

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[carmensapientia]

The Golden Way

Too many people focus on the how instead of the doing in manifesting. You all care about the methods and “theory” rather than the practical application. I’m in college right now and in all matter of academics, there is no point of talking about theory without putting into application. In my human rights class, we explore the thesis’es but also support NGO who do grass root work. In my climate change class, we ask why it is happening and then study accounts of sciences who actually designed and apply theories into action. All my coursework and any professor will tell you this: theories are nothing without practical application. Too many teachers on here focus more on sounding as smart, as philosophical, as professional as possible, devising thousand word posts and phd level thesises about the inner man, how manifesting working, states, the void etc. It’s not worth it. It’s redundant, it’s useless and half the time intangible and over complex. You do not need to bring in Bible quotes, quantum theory, physics etc to prove that the law works. To prove that it works, you need to use it! The only reason why everyone complains over consumes and over writes about the law is because they’re trying to justify their belief (or lack of) in it. You’re trying to explain and make it logical when manifestation is not logical. You cannot out write, out read, out Anything your way into successful manifestations. All the reading writing and consuming just takes you further away from your goals because let’s face it: you’re procrastinating and not even trying to manifest. For all you saying that you’re doing everything and it’s not working: you’re wavering, you’re whining, and you’re still affirming it doesn’t work. That’s why it doesn’t. You keep searching in vain when you could Have just spent the time to sit down and affirm. Here’s the truth: there is no better way to manifest than just doing it. Just do the work. You cannot avoid the work and no matter how many posts you read or post, it won’t bring your manifestation closer. The only truth or golden way is the way you provide it. You can only have the answers you seek. You are god! Act like it! Be empowered by your thoughts and do not fear them!! Like get real. What is understanding college level quantum theory gonna do if you don’t even affirm or visualize? It’s just an excuse and a short term ego boost. You’re not a better manifestor bc you can read large theological studies. You’re just a procrastinator who relies on outside sources to fuel their belief. You keep triggering a cycle of consume attempt fail and consume every time you tried to “cope” and bring “logic” into manifesting. You don’t need quantum physics the void or convoluted posts to manifest BFFR. STAND UP SISTER. Stand on some business and affirmmmmm!

I was going to put the best way to manifest right here at the top but chances are if you’re reading this you need a long post to over consume to convince you that can manifest. I’ll end my rant here and read below for the golden way to manifest aka Affirm and persist. That’s the golden way. It’s simple and here you go:

1. know that you control your life and your most dominant thoughts cause everything

2. Pick a desire, choose the how the what the when the where etc if you want. Script if you want. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter. Just pick the desire

3. Find affirmations to imply you have it. One that says you have it, another that says how quickly you got it, and another that affirm you were the only one in control. For example: I am God, I have everything I want, and I manifest instantly.

4. Repeat repeat repeat until it manifests.

[dr-spectre]

Im gonna be for real with you guys, when you stop getting deep in the roots of a fandom and stop giving a fuck about other people, you become so much more happier.

I feel happier as a Sonic fan when I stopped watching those 5 hour videos about how Sonic Frontiers is "fundamentally a bad game" and how "the story is the worst thing humanity has ever written" and "wahhh the fandom is toxic wahhh!!!! People can't handle criticism wahh!!!" Bitch they can, you're just presenting your points in a fucking shit way that makes people feel bad about themselves and you don't leave the door open for a healthy conversation. If you spend a large chunk of your "critique" on a video game talking about how toxic a fandom is then I'm sorry but you cannot complain about the fandom talking shit about you.

COUGH COUGH!!!

There's a difference between "oh i thought the story of Sonic Frontiers was a bit underwhelming because the side characters don't do much and I wish Sage and Eggman's relationship was more fleshed out. Like maybe if they added more scenes of them together it would better and make the original ending more impactful."

Verses "Frontiers fundamentally has a bad story and I'm gonna spend the next 5 hours shitting on it and nitpicking every little thing about it."

I'm not saying that you cannot be negative, I'm saying that if you are gonna be negative, don't be a cunt about it and feel like you're above anyone else. If you wanna rant then present your points in a funny way and make sure people who read or watch your points know that you're just rambling and ranting first. If you're gonna make a critique, you have to understand and acknowledge WHY people who disagree with you enjoy the thing. You cannot just constantly shit on something like the video game took your wife and kids and punched you in the balls man.

I have my own issues with Frontiers story and Ian Flynn's writing, but I'm not gonna be a cunt about how I say it. I've met people who like Amy's interpretation in Frontiers and they've explained why they like her in that game. They enjoy the more mature and mellowed Amy who isn't a hyper annoying starstruck woman. However, for me personally, after replaying Adventure 1 and 2 with retranslation mods, i've grown to really like Amy and i prefer when she's energetic and angry and all of that stuff. Plus i don't like the current voice direction so it makes her writing a little bit worse for me, she sounds like she's 35 instead of being a teen or young adult, but i could just play with the Japanese voices on if i wanted to so it's not a huge deal that makes Frontiers' story an "objective mess."

I think that life becomes more fun when you sit down with a piece of media, gather your own thoughts about it and maybe discuss it online in a fair honest manner. And you only seek out other opinions from people you actually wanna have a healthy discussion and debate with. Watching those several hour long videos about video games where most of it is just nitpicks and constant "why?" questions to every LITTLE FUCKING THING makes my brain wanna erupt into flames. I could apply the "oh why this? Why that? Why did this?" To every single story in existence if i wanted to. I could do it to make a story seem worser than it is.

If you wanna watch fair and honest reviews about Sonic media then watch videos by Sam Procrastinates and bickuribox12. They both address their positives and negatives on things and do fairly criticize media that they review without being overly dramatic, melancholy, and unfair.

[vividiana]

WIP whenever 📝

thank you @funniestbitchinfaerun for the tag! ✨

I'm happy to report that I've stopped procrastinating my post-canon fic! ch. 6 will be up tonight or tomorrow, and I have a lot of ch. 7 written—here is how it opens:

Eve squeals when Astarion flips her on her back, caging her body as he presses closer. Her fingers sift through the soft curls on the nape of his neck as she deepens the kiss, embers kindling in her belly at the caress of his hand that begins to travel down the soft frame of her body– “Good news. Menyar-Ag-Gith, king of githzerai…” They both jump at Lae’zel’s voice, Astarion hitting his head on the wooden headboard. As he snarls out a string of Elvish curses, Eve slips from under him and runs to the dresser where she left the sending stone, now glowing with magic. “…heard of our cause. He agreed to parley…” She grabs a quill and some parchment and writes down key phrases from the message, shushing Astarion who’s complaining in the background. “…We travel to Limbo for an audience in Shra’kt’lor. And you?” Eve searches her mind, trying to recall what Lae’zel told her about the githzerai. Common ancestry. A civil war. One race divided into two factions. “So Lae’zel’s a diplomat now?” Astarion asks, rubbing his head. “I’m sure that will go swimmingly.” Eve writes out her response, then counts the words and crosses off a few excess ones. She holds the stone, concentrating on Lae’zel, and once it vibrates under her touch, she reads out: “Good to hear your voice. Very promising news. You will do great, please report back after the audience. We are well. Astarion sends his greetings.” “No he doesn’t,” he grumbles. “Tell her she picked the worst possible time.”

three chapters ago, my dear friend and beta reader texted me: "I think a discussion needs to be had about how you keep bringing them together to fuck for something funny to happen instead. I shall not stand for this." she's not wrong but I refuse to stop

no-pressure tags: @verbenaa @olivedrop @khywren @obsessedwhyyes if you have anything you'd like to share :)

[unma]

Intro Post!

Last Update: 25-04-2025

Hi, I'm Unma! On other platforms, you may see me go by pUnma instead. It's just a pun on Unma, so you can call me that or Unma as usual, if you'd like.

On this blog I ramble about Undertale, mainly, but other things too! Currently I also talk about Granblue Fantasy and Project Moon games (mainly Limbus at the moment). I also reblog a lot, mainly other people's art, just so you know ahead of time.

I also run @hourlyryoshu, @hourlyhonglu, @frans-hourly and @donchun.

You can find my DonQui x XiChun fanwork compilation here [being phased out and moved to the donchun blog above]

My gender? I'll get back to you on that in 10 - 12 business days.

I'm Unseen_Reader on AO3 (Unma is my pseud for non-UT works) and write mostly Frans works. You should read my fics. If you don't like that ship, that's fine, I write other things too, but don't complain or you'll get blocked. You can find my masterposts here [I'm a procrastinator, but you'll find a link in place of this disclaimer when I've done that].

Bit of a warning: I'm agnostic (Christian apostate), with a mostly negative view of Christianity. I do not block people for being Christians alone, or treat them differently due to it, but this blog reblogs posts on the topic occasionally. They will always be tagged, if you decide you wanna block the tag (#rants of an apostate) so you don't see those posts.

If moots want my discord or just want to talk, you can dm me. Everyone else is fine to interact with me in whatever way you want. Trust me, I'm way more worried about coming off wrong to y'all than you could ever be with me

Game friend codes and stuff under the cut, if you play either gbf or Limbus and want to add me. I accept all requests regardless of rank and stuff (and if you need my help, you can also ask anytime).

[piedoesnotequalpi]

🧭♻️🤔🛠

[WIP procrastination hours]

🧭An alternative title for one of your WIPs

The camp AU document is actually named with two potential titles! I've mentioned one of them before, but the other one is "You've been there, you understand"

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I originally was going to open the Clarence fic with Katherine getting rejected from yet another newspaper, but then I decided it would be better to open with her complaining about it instead.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I think I'd like to write something about the absolutely bizarre jealousy/love triangle/deeply closeted gay man implications in the final season of Letterkenny, because what the heck.

🛠Is there a scene or anything in your WIP you're struggling with right now?

I answered this yesterday, but a thing I'm thinking about in the Clarence fic is how to write the transition to Clarence actually thinking of himself as Clarence. It's 1899! Language is limited!

[peta-official]

So with Palworld being the hot, new thing, I got to see some of what it had to offer, but mostly the discourse and the like following it. Ignoring accusations against the company, yes, they were parodying Pokèmon, and that especially includes the design.

This leads into my main point of this post. Most of the Pals are perfectly servicable designs. They are usually similar to Pokèmon designs, but they at least put a bit of a spin on them, or at the very least they look interesting. However, one rather popular one right now actually upsets me with its design. I don't like Lovander's design at all.

Now, I'd like to show a back image to accompany it and help show my critiques, but this is the single image I can find of it at all.

In terms of furbait, it succeeds. I conceed the point that they made it a very furry design. But the problem I have is that it fails at being a lizard design; I would not call this scalie or scale-bait.

So Lovander appears to be a take on Salazzle, the poison/fire scale-bait Pokèmon. In particular, it appears to resemble its shiny. it might also be inspired by shiny Lopunny, what with the hair and arm pieces.

They've nearly the same palette, while also being sexy lizards. As an aside, the reason why Salazzle is Like That may be inspired by mo`o, lizards of Hawaiian myth would would eat men at night.

Anyways, Salazzle is a design I can appreciate as it at least looks like a lizard; it has a long tail, slim body, claws, you get the point. When you see it, you think, "wow, that's a sexy lizard", and "wow, that's in a kid's game." On the contrary, Lovander has a design that doesn't immediately scream reptile. When I first saw it, my thoughts were, "Lopunny II", and "this is gonna happen in every Pokèmon-like game, huh".

It took a bit of close inspection to make the connection to Salazzle, and an even longer time to learn that it is a reptile, not a mammal.

So first and foremost, a big reason why this didn't click as a lizard Pal, is the biology of it.

Look at these salamanders. lizards are usually slim, because they scuttle and also because they hide in small spaces. Salazzle is indeed slender, which helps it look right. Lizards also don't have protruding ears, fur, or mammory glands. Yet again, neither does Salazzle.

With Lovander, they go for a more typically attractive humanoid design. They gave it breasts, hips, and what appears to be hair. Together, these design features make it less and less similar to actual, ya know, salamanders. To be clear, I'm not saying that the Video Game Animal Girl has to be a biological mirror of its source material, but it helps a design look nice if it at least tries to be similar. Despite the game saying its a reptile, nothing in its design would imply that. I can at least forgive the hair though, as it may have been designed to be like the Frilled Lizard. In that case, yeah, that is a rather cool trait.

They also got rid of its tail, which does not help its case.

Now, its design is not the only reason I dislike Lovander. It's name doesn't make sense. it took me 22 days, (days since Palworld was released, as of writing) to realize it was supposed to be a combination of the words "love" and "salamander." When you say it, it sounds far more similar to "love" and "lavender". One of the points I was going to make if I'dn't procrastinate on writing this post, was the lack of lavender in its colour palette. Lavender is a light purple, but Lovander has a dark and bold purple instead. It would have been That Easy to make it a 3-in-1 name with a minor colour change, but that is not the case.

Overall, I say this not as a jab at Palworld or anything, I just like complaining. Palworld is a game that sure does exist. I do not care for or against it. This one design has been peeving me, and I just wanted to say something about it.

In other news, welcome to Peta-official! Side blog of @teeth-collector64. Not sure what this'll be for, but it made sense for the subject of Palworld.

[thdramas2]

i forget which blog that people were complaining about character hoarders or people just not using characters so i hope you dont mind a little positive vent?

i only made my own characters so i never considered myself a character hoarder because i also had a lot of simple and quick info filled in on the profile but i have a storage account now and ive remembered that topic from one of the drama blogs and for now im making sure that each character has at least 2 drawings & i make sure theres at least one by me in the character gallery, i have at least 1-2 paragraphs of story information written about them not just basic info before sending to my storage account. It's not overwhelming this way and easier to keep track of which characters i should focus on, I've become so much more attached to my own designs and excited to share them instead of keeping them on authorised only.

So to whoever complained about character hoarders and people adopting characters that just let them rot and never use them thank you for complaining, genuinely helped me get over my procrastination since i always thought "i need to figure everything before i can write anything".

remember toyhouse is a storage website. meaning of course there are going to be "hoarders" because most people have lots of OCs