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queerlordsimon · 2 years

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Back to nightraven

( I apologize for the bad title, I didn't know what else to title it

Ace trapolla x gn reader

Prompt 45.

“Their back. I saw them last night, but they wouldnt talk to me, and it looked like they had a black eye”

Cw @bu$e, d3ath (reader, ish) taking dr*gs from a stranger (basically part of it is based on the song 6 pills from rosendale) comfort in a forest.

Angst /comfort

Word count :1,052

(Story below the cut)

Years after y/n had returned to their home world, the freshman that they had gotten so attached to were about to graduate nightraven. They were all almost better from saying goodbye to their beloved prefect of ramshackle. But grim, deuce, and ace, were still struggling to get over their best friend. It was the morning before the graduation, and everyone was bustling around, any remaining pain forgotten for the time being, getting ready to go in the stage. Well, almost everyone.

Grimm had quickly scurried from ramshackle to heartslabyul dormitory, busting in, the new house warden shouted after him, but he didnt pay attention as he bounded to ace and deuces room, pounding on the door. Deuce flung open the door.

“Grim, what are you doing here? Did you need help getting ready?” the monster shook his head, panting slightly before looking up at the two, ace having moved to stand behind deuce.

“Well then spit it out” ace sniped slightly, before his usually snarky expression softening, looking at the look in the monsters eyes.

“Their back. I-i saw them last night, but they wouldnt talk to me, and it looked like they had a black eye” the monsters voice was unusually soft and whiny, deuce looked at grim incredulusly.

“Who? The prefect?” aces eyes widened.

“y/ns back?” the fluffy cat nodded.

“I dont know where they went though, it looked as if they went to the forest behind the botanical garden” the two boys looked at each other.

“Ill stay with grim.” deuce said, nodding at the expression the usually snarky and playful boy had on his face at the news, as grim acted more like a house cat at their feet, shocked and actually hurt that the prefect didnt respond to him the night before. Ace nodded and quickly swept out of the dormitory, once out of the dorm, breaking into a sprint to the forest, starting inside, calling their name.

“y/n? y/n? I know your here!” his voice broke silence in the forest, a slight crack to it. He had been the second worse off when you had said goodbye, grim being the first, for obvious reasons. He heard a twig snap somewhere to his left, and quickly followed the sound, and he heard their voice quietly call out his name.

“Ace?” the voice was more horse then he had remembered, but he didnt pay attention to that, as he saw their figure,moving quickly and embracing them, tears flowing from both of their eyes.

“y/n. What are you doing back?” he asked softly, pulling away from them, to look at their face, which as grim had said, had a black eye.

“I-i came back, for you guys” they said, a smile gracing their features, but a sad one at that, tears still running down their face. “Youve grown so much”

“What happened to your eye?” he asked softly, running his thumb over the bruise that was lower on their cheek, softly as to not hurt them.

“O-oh, family issues” they said softly, smiling through any pain, leaning against aces hand, “this is old. I left weeks ago, trying to get back here”

Ace didnt say anything, nodding, just letting y/n tell their story. “It was when i got back, i would often day dream of memories from here, and any grades i had fell, and i couldnt hold a job, my mood eventually got worse, and they couldnt handle it. My mom started doing things like this. A few weeks ago this was the last straw.”

y/ns voice was starting to break up, and their knees buckled, ace quickly caught them, moving to get them into a sitting position, both on the forest fall, him pulling their head to rest against his shoulder, comforting them.

“I left, and started searching for a way back here. The other day, i was wondering in the forest, hoping to find a rabbit hole, or something, when i met a old man there. He had an oak staff, and such a gentle smile. He invited me to sit for a while and talk, so i did. He could tell by the bruises and the look in my eyes, i need to get out of the world. So he gave me a bottle of pills. Told me to take up to three, to ease the pain. But then they stoped working so quick..” they trailed off, before closing their eyes tighter. “So i took 5 once, and, and,” they couldnt choke out the rest for a minute, ace hummed softly to try and calm them, rubbing circles on their back,

“I no longer live on that planet” was the easiest way to choke it out, before burying their face into ace, who hugged them tight.

“Its ok, prefect, your alive here, thats all that matters” he said softly, comforting them to the best of his abilities. It took awhile of comfort, but y/n did calm down, looking up at ace, who looked down at the prefect softly.

“Im sorry that all happened to you prefect”

“Its not your fault.” the prefect said softly, ace started to say something, before they heard two familiar voices, as deuce and grim found the two in the forest.

“Prefect!” deuce panted, stumbling behind grims pace, panting. Grim seeing you two at his level, jumping onto their lap, essentially, hugging them in his own way. y/n giggled softly, using a free hand to pet grim.

“Hey buddy.” they said softly, running their hands through his fur, looking at deuce softly. “Hey their mr. honor student” deuce managed a smile, falling to his knees near the three

“Welcome back prefect.” he smiled at the three. “What happened?” ace shook his head in response for y/n.

“Well explain later, lets get back, so we can get y/n food and cleaned up” he said. Deuce nodding and picking grim off the two, as ace stood up and got y/n into his arms, who looked at him tiredly.

“Thank you you three” y/n smiled softly. The redhead nodded.

“Anything for you, prefect”

Lets just say graduation was postponed, seeing as the whole of the old freshmen class was too distracted with the prefects return, but ace most of all.

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First fic written specifically for tumblr, i hope you enjoyed, technically the second fic, both for tumblr and twisted wonderland, but the app decided to delete the whole of the first one that i wrote as soon as i was done with it, so thatll come later. Hope you enjoyed this combo, thank a random wheel lol. Feel free to request anything, and ill see you next time.

-queer.lord

#foryou #fyp #writing #twst #twisted wonderland #nrc #ace trappola #ace #trappola #deuce #deuce spade #spade #grim #heartslabyul #xreader #ace x reader #gn reader

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zoes-writing · 2 years

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In another life

Characters: Seung, Bram, Becca and Stella

Parring: Bella (BeccaxStella)

Story: Afterwards

warnings: afterwards is a post-apocalyptic story! Kind of an angst fic, maybe hurt comfort?

The sun had started to set and the group needed rest so they set up camp in a good spot safe from the danger that could be lurking in the abandoned city. A small fire was lit to keep the group of four warm and to cook a meal.

"Becca, Its your turn to stand watch. Wake me up for my shift in a couple hours, K?" Seung quietly announced as he started shrugging himself into his sleeping bag.

"Alright." Becca sighed, standing up to walk past her brother and start a round of surveillance around their camp, binoculars in hand, careful not to step too close to the ledge of the building they were on.

As night feel on the group, stella laid quietly in her sleeping bag wide awake. The soft, click-click...click-click, of Bram's tinkering with old age tech felt as loud as a ringing in her ears.

"Put that away and get some rest Bram, youre up after Seung and we move as soon as the sun's up." Becca told him from her spot nearby where she was looking through her binoculars at the area around them.

Stella heard Bram grumble before the ruffle of his sleeping bag signaled his going to sleep. Then again things were silent for a bit longer, yet still Stella couldnt rest her eyes.

Sitting up carefully and glancing past the glow of the fire, stella caught the outline of Becca's figure sitting just over the ledge enough to dangle her legs.

Quietly as to not wake up the other two, Stella stood up and walked over to the other girl. "...Hey, anything out there?" star whispered the question to her friend.

"Nope. Absolutely silent." Becca responded with a huff before patting the spot next to her to single to stella to sit down with her. "Cant sleep?" she asked

"No." Stella mumbled and plopped down next to the other, now dangling her legs off the edge like Becca. "Too much on my mind i guess."

"I hear you there Stell...Been a lot on my mind lately too." Becca spoke with a sad tone as if the thing that was on her mind had a wrap around her heart and was squeezing tight.

"Wanna talk about it?" Stella asked cautiously. Star didnt want to pressure the other but knew sometimes getting things off your chest to someone could really help, and she hurt knowing something was troubling Becca this much.

There was a bit more silence while Becca looked through her binoculars before she broke the silence with her own question. "You ever wonder what things would be like between us if...if the world were different? Like...If we would have met at all if it werent for the world falling apart in the first place? if...if maybe..." She huffed

"No its ball stupid, sorry i brought it up." Becca shook her head.

"Hey, no, its fine!" Stella responded in a bit of a hushed tone, still trying not to wake up the boys. "I think i get what youre saying though. I do kinda wonder what things would be like if maybe we met before the world got so dangerous, if we met in the old world. Y'know?"

Becca nodded, still not meeting Stella's eyes. "Sometimes i think that in another life maybe we met in one of those old shops, bumped into each other and things hit off from there. Maybe i could have met your grandmother or your parents and you could have met mine, and we wouldnt be dodging crawlers or gas with every street we're on."

She chuckled at the thought. "Maybe i could have time to take you somewhere nice."

The words brought heat to Stellas face as well as a little smile. "Yeah...maybe in another life, we could be happy and safe-er-thats not to say im not happy now."

Becca turned and locked eyes with stella. "Youre happy? Even with Seung's snoring?" she teased.

Stella snickered. "Yeah, even with your brother's snoring. Im happy-" heart starting to race, stella hesitantly took becca's hand in stars own. "because im with you. I'd be happy with you in this life, or another."

"Me too, Stell"

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smolcuriouskitten · 2 years

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Inspired by @ofwaywardsunshine 's way of writing hallucinations!

tw; death, rape mention, depression, grief, sadness, hallucinations, literally all of them here.

The vinyl spun quietly in the record playing as she laid in bed. It was getting harder to do basic things affer her mother died, all at the hands of her forsaken husband. She heard his voice, ringing in her ear like a bell, deep and somber, almost counting down the moments she had left.

She was haunted by the thought of Magic's friends coming after her. Their voices taunting and teasing her, their phantom hands touching her like they did that faithful night. It made her feel dirty. She was dirty. Unclean in a mental and physical sense that no amount of water could ever clean. Roxie was getting her fill of misery, never staying with Rockelle for long, causing more havoc for her. Every day she came home with more fears to share with her, claiming his friends were closing in on her.

One day, Roxie decided to take Rockelle off the deep end, just to get more of a fill for that dark energy she craved. It was the first time in days Rockelle got out of bed, she was barely eating or sleeping, just sitting in her own emotions since she couldnt bring herself to do much else. She heads to the bathroom to take a shower and looks at herself in the mirror with a sigh. Her face still adorned with a black eye Magic left days before, scars a plenty and her hair was a matted mess.

With a sigh, she opens the cabinet to grab her toothbrush in hopes of keeping some sense of cleanliness, she closes it soon after. A figure that was not there before hand was standing behind her. With a gasp, she turns around and her mouth was quickly covered, her eyes wide and thick with fear. It was one of Magic's friends, Robert. She only knew that because he would say his name like a god damn pokemon. She could only shake and cry at his hands as they grabbed her.

She remembered Robert due to his large stature and body. His hands felt so much bigger than everyone elses and that made her fearful. "You thought you could get away from us huh?" His voice rang and Rockelle sobbed, the man shaking her for a response. "Now you cant talk? Oh you are so god damn weak. Killing your husband like that, oh it was so stupid of you. You think that because hes gone, we wont finish the job? Continue that same cycle?" All of his words made her fall deeper into that depression. She felt helpless to the situation, no matter how many spells she would learn.

She was frozen in place, going limp as he held her, giving up with the fighting. She couldnt stop crying, tears rushing down her face like a little river, too scared to make a sound or fight. After a few moments of Robert holding Rockelle, he laughs and drops her onto the floor with a thud, disappearing shortly after. Roxie snaps her finger and laughs at Rockelle, curling into a ball, holding her knees. "You are hilarious! I thought you would have been screaming and begging for mercy! You are pathetic, look at you..." She leans down to Rockelle level and grabs her face.

"All tired out from your own sadness. So cute. I love being out so much...I can do whatever I want at this point. I should have him come by along with everyone else. Maybe they need a round two." She lets Rockelles face drop back to the ground and kicks her side making Rockelle whine and groan, but she stayed in the ball position. "Get up and take a damn shower. You reek." With that, Roxie leaves Rockelle alone in the room, her heels ascending and a door shutting in its place. The sound of silence filled the air and it was broken by the small sobs and cries Rockelle let out.

#dont pull it!; {trigger tag}#i think too much; {dabbles}#ew feelings; {angst}

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Break a sweat

ꕥ Pairing : Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Who wouldn’t fuck personal trainer iwa?

ꕥ Word count : 1.9k

ꕥ TW : Rough sex, oral, orgasm denial, squirting, sexual thoughts, perversion, intrusion, corruption kink (?), dom/sub, pet names, sadism (?), brat taming, sexual themes, unprotected sex (as always), dumbification, public sex, exhibitionism, under preparation, y/n a lil flirt LOL, dom! iwa, hair pulling, probs a lot others but I cant really think of them just enjoy LOL, vulgar language, invasion of privacy, sexualising, contemplation, 18+

‘Ready?’

‘Ready as ill ever be.’

There you were, lifting weights in the gym as the man stood behind you, hands hovering round your waist as you watched yourself in the mirror, the way he bent lower with you to make sure nothing happened. The fact your ass was merely millimetres away from his crotch. You couldnt help from quietly laughing at the way you could see him analysing you in the mirror. Eyes trying their hardest not to linger around your ass, gaze attempting not to connect with the way your breasts swelled in your tight sports bra.

Iwaizumi and you had been working out together for around 6 months now. You found him on a gym sight and needed more help with getting your form correct, and what better help was there than a personal trainer.

You wont lie, the first time you saw him you had to compose yourself. You were not expecting someone as good looking as that. The way his muscles effortlessly stood out in his shirt as his whole body was in proportion. Eyes looking down to meet yours as you forced your jaw to not slack open.

You knew this relationship was strictly work based. But there was no harm in empty flirting right, making your back arch a bit more than it needs too, bending down a bit lower to grab the weight, your cleavage on full display for hajime’s gaze, small moans escaping your lips ‘harmlessly’ as you struggle to carry an extra 5kg.

‘99…100…Nice work y/n’

You dropped the weight and got up, sweating and exhausted from the weight you just carried, small high-five giving to iwaizumi from behind you, who didn’t look a slight bit tired.

‘Fuck- ah- my legs hurt so bad’ you ache. Wincing at the feeling of moving too fast.

‘Well considering how well in shape you are now that shouldn’t come as a surprise’

Harmless compliments coming from iwaizumi made you smile, it’s so fun teasing him, watching how hard he tries to compose his gentleman manner.

‘Are you flirting with me hajime’ you purred, bursting out laughing at the way he quickly turned away, walking towards the next section.

The routine was so simple, walk in, greet him, work out, stretch, stare at him, flirt with him, think about him.

Sure you cant talk for him but it’s enough to say there’s some sort of sexual tension between you two. The small remarks, slight winks, friendly conversations. It feels wrong for your ever lasting crush to be forced into something more. That’s why you must repress the feeling. Don’t make it anymore more than it’s not.

‘Think we’re gonna end off in stretches for today. You get started y/n I’ll go put the weights back’ nodding you bent over, touching your fingers to your knees as you clicked your back for some tension relief. You were unaware of him watching you from afar, seeing how your leggings cling to your skin, the curve of your ass defined even more through the sweat from leg day, the only reason he needed to move away was to make sure you didn’t see that growing tent in his pants. Hard boner over your figure, over how hard it is for him to not just want to bend you over and fuck you stupid right there and then.

‘Iwa could you come help me with this stretch, I can’t seem to get- f-fuck my leg straight’ you winced, knowing a muscle was about to be pulled if you pushed too hard. Looking at yourself in the mirror you noted to get more sports clothes, these ones almost tearing from how much you worked them out.

‘Cm’ here.’ He said, grabbing your leg and putting it over his shoulder, pushing it towards your chest as one arm was safely wrapped around your waist. You grabbed your foot with your hand as your other rested on his shoulder, fingers pushing into his skin as you groaned at the relief, pushing yourself on and off slightly, entrance so close to feeling his hard on. He grew more and more anxious by the second. Don’t think sexually of them. DONT. THINK. SEXUALLY. OF. THEM.

‘Shit- that feels so m-m-good’ you murmured, tongue caught between your teeth as you move to get off of him, smiling at him as you began getting more relaxed. Loud beats of faint rap music beat through the speakers as you both prepared for your next workout.

Core. The hardest for poor iwaizumi. The focus on you getting on your back and making circles in the air, or you pushing hard on the floor, elbows keeping your body up as your ass hung loosely in the air, whining getting louder the more you try resist falling, and when you do fall, the way your ass shakes is unmissible.

‘Y/N on your back, your doing sit ups.’

You never scoffed louder, it was your least favourite exercise, it hurt and made you get out of breath fast. But iwaizumi didn’t see it like that, he just saw it as an opportunity to see you up close and personal. ‘Professionally’ of course.

He crouched down to the floor, watching you hesitantly get lower as you end up just crossing your legs, sitting infront of him disobediantly.

‘You know iwaizumi, I’d think you like seeing me suffer’ you muttered, laughing at the thought of his winced face.

‘Huh? It’s for your own good, I don’t even know why you need a personal trainer, you were in good shape before I even met you.’

‘Aren’t you glad I did? Otherwise you would’ve never met me’ He wishes you never came.

‘Ha…a bit egotistical?’ He chuckled, seeing how you took your hair out of the pony tail and scratched your scalp, eyes looking up to meet his noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes.

‘Admit it, your glad we met aren’t you, I’ve seen how you look at me iwaizumi. It’s no secret’

Your face neared towards his slightly as his eyes latched on yours, taken back from your abrupt manner.

‘I-er-‘

‘I’m only teasing’ you giggle, moving to lay down. Before you knew it your hand was grabbed and pulled towards him harshly, lips roughly thrown on one another’s as he moved to cup your head. You moved your lips with his, sloppy tongue and drool mixed.

Giggling into the kiss you moved up into his lap, allowing his strong arm to grab your waist, breasts pushed tightly on his chest.

Quickly, he parted from you. Slightly shocked from what just happened.

‘Shit y/n I-‘

‘Shutup.’

Cutting him off you moved to play with the hem on his shirt. Lips moving back to meet his as you purred at the feeling of his hard on digging into you through your leggings, you rubbed against him, trying to relieve the friction building in your core.

Your hand inched lower, playing with him through his gym shorts. Atleast 9 inches was being held in your hand right now, you got excited at the feeling of him banging inside of you. Hard and rough how you like it.

‘Are you sure?’ He questioned one last time, watching how eager you were.

‘Fuck me so hard I wanna be screaming your name. Please…hajime…’

His name rolled so perfectly off your tongue he couldn’t refuse, slamming you harshly on the mat as he moved to pull your leggings down, your dazed eyes watching him tug at his harsh cock. And you were right, 9 long inches of thickness, harsh veins ripping through it as drops of pre cum leaked through it. Your mouth drooled at the sight.

Grabbing your legs he pulled you closer towards him, dick playing with your slick as he gathered some of your wetness, your moans pushing him further and further to just ruining you.

‘Hajime plea-please. Need ya’ so baddd’ you whined, back arching in an ache for him.

‘Fine baby, but don’t complain when I’m going too rough.’

Quickly he slammed inside of you, a harsh moan ripping from your mouth as he forced himself inside of you. Your eyes going white with relief as he fucked you hard and fast on his cock. Grunts and heavy panting leaving the two of you, his hand cupping your beautiful face as you were just a sight for sore eyes. Tongue lolled out as he teared you apart.

‘Y-yes yes yesssss…’ you coo’ed mind almost going dummy from how rough he was being.

‘Gnna’ cummm…cum so h-hard-‘

A grip to your thigh had you grimace. His strong form cowering over you as his lips went to kiss your cheek, trailing down to the side of your ear.

‘You gotta be louder than that if you wanna squirt baby.’

You bit your lip in restraint, almost crying at the way he denied your release. A slight tilt to your left had him hitting his every move straight into your g spot. Screams and wails of pleasure breaking out of you.

‘PLEASE DADDY- f-uckkkkk daddy please please PLEASE-‘ you blabbered. Release almost demanding for you. Not caring for who else hears you.

The nickname had him go ballistic, fingers rubbing harshly at your clit as your juices spilt all over him and yourself. Body tired and exhausted at this point.

He didn’t stop though, he kept going as your body drained, being used as nothing but a fuck bank for him to cum too. And so he did, shortly after pulling out and spurting all over your stomach. Head swung back as you both attempted to catch your breath.

‘Hajime…’ you panted

‘What happened to the nickname hm?’

‘Daddy please….can I suck you off…’

A nod to his head had you scrambling to your knees as he stood up and grabbed your hair. Your tongue swirling round his tip as you looked him lazily up through your eyelashes, smiling at how hard he was trying to not just face fuck you right now.

But that didn’t last long, your teasing had him go wild, harshly grabbing your hair, slamming you on and off of his cock as you gagged and spat all over him, hands clutching his balls gently as your tongue lolled out , spit gathering on your cleavage as you could feel the taste of your mixed liquids on his dick.

‘Your such a spoilt bitch sometimes y/n… f-fuck..you do- shit- dont know how long ive wanted to do this’

Clammed teeth had him getting angrier, your doting eyes beaming out to him, making him achieve his release sooner than he thought. Semen shooting down your throat as you wildly moaned at the sensation of his sweet sperm. You could do this for hours if it meant feeling the line of his tip down your tongue, if it meant seeing his writing cock and have him fuck you for hours on end.

‘You taste so good’ you giggle, him pulling you up into a deep kiss one last time.

‘Next training lesson is at my place.’

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shoezuki · 3 years

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piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises.

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears.

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones.

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence.

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him.

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter.

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned.

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent

#mcyt #dream smp #philza #technoblade #ranboo #long post #borealis #if this is tagged with anything fucking weird in any which way i will go on a rampage i swear to god #but anyways. help.#this ran so far #idk should i put it under a readmore?? i hate those things #dont like how they break up text #but this is #long as hell kalskhg

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tendouluvr · 3 years

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not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

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sningo-prompts · 2 years

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Prompt idea but… my cat has a routine. The moment she hears my Keurig starting to pour my coffee she’s right their sticking her snout as close to the cup as possible without burning herself. What if Sningo does something similar but ends up accidentally sticking his snout too close to the pot?

My cats only come to the kitchen when they hear me sturring because i used to make a hot of hot chocolate (i literally made a blog to post everytime i made a cup) but once i finished kine i gave them a little whipped cream. But this sounds so funny so im gonna write it under the cut! Idk if you wanted me to do that or if you wanted some more prompts based on it but im a write it lol.

Emmet has a coffee pot that starts on its own so he didnt have to get up so early to make it himself. (This function is actually on a lot of coffee makers i noticed) So everyday like clockwork hes there right when it finishes. When Ingo comes back he stops setting it up the night before, mostly because hes been staying up late himself drinking it trying to study up on Sneasel care. After about a week or two he finally brings it back into his nightly routine.

Its the first morning of having it set that the problem starts. Emmet is awoken by his brother getting up and leaving the room. Groggily he follows curious as to what his brother might be up to. He doesnt have to wsit long to find out. Ingo went strait to the coffee maker. Tilting his head back and forth once or twice before perking up at the realisation. Emmet might be tired but his worry for his brother has kept him on edge so it doesnt take him long to figure out whats going on. Ingo mist have not had coffee while he was gone. Which is ashame because out of the two Ingo liked it more. Normally Ingo took is pretty dark, only adding a little cream or sugar. While Emmet on the other hand couldnt stand the bitterness of it. Though after his brother disappeared Emmet stopped caring to make up his coffee and just drinking it black for the caffeine.

So here he was, leaning on the doorway of their kitchen watching his brother excitedly watch the coffee be made. “You know coffee isnt really good for pokemon” Emmet teased. He couldnt pass up the moment to mess with his brother a little. Ingo didnt even jump at his brothers words, having heard Emmet walk in. Though the look Emmet received was worth it. The slow turn of Ingos head. The deadpan look. Ingo wasnt having it. In mock seriousness Emmet decided to tease his brother some more, still a few minutes before the coffees done after all. “Really Ingo you must watch your health.” Jokingly be puts his hands on his hips shaking his head as he approaches his brother. “What am i going to do with you hmm we only just got you better now.” Its taking everything Emmet has not to start giggling. Reaching the counter his picks Ingo up under his arms and places him in a chair at the table. Ingo who raises his disapproval with an incriminating “sneaa!” Fulling understanding what his brother ment Emmet moves to block his brothers view of the coffee maker “Now now i on the other hand have no health issues keeping me from the wonderful drink.” Ever so slowly he pours a cup, making sure Ingo can hear it. Peering over his should he can see his brother has turned away in a pout. As quietly as he can he sneaks up behind his brother and sets the cup in front of him. Ingo looking up in surprise. Now pretending to be hurt, placing a hand over his chest “Come now Ingo do you think me so cruel as to not make you a cup. And here i thought you knew me” Smirking he sits down next to his brother. Now with his own cup. Ingo raising an eyebrow at his brother. Shrugging Emmet answers “What can i say i learned to like coffee your way” Ingo just shrugs it off and starts trying to figure out how to pick up his cup. The claws make it awkward but he manages.

This routine continues for the next few days. Ingo waking up the moment he heard the coffee pot and going to the counter to wait for it to finish. He has missed coffee so much, and the smell oh how he missed that feeling. It happens on the one morning Emmet didnt immediately follow him to the kitchen.

Ingo was lost in the smell of the coffee that he didnt realise how close he was getting. His new nose just made it so much better, It was like almost tasing it. Then pain. A burning pain that caused him to yelp out and fall off the counter. Sitting up he rubbed his poor nose, silently cursing himself has he heard Emmet fumble and probably fall trying to get to the kitchen. Panicked Emmet burst into the room franticly looking around. Till he spotted Ingo sitting on the floor rubbing his nose. When his panicked mind put two and two together he couldnt help but burst out laughing. The look Ingo was giving him wasnt helping either. “Im sorry brother but did you reslly stick your nose in the HOT coffee!” Ingo just grumbled while continuing to rub his slightly burned nose. Still chuckling to himself Emmet went over to his brother to get a better look at the burn. “Come now Ingo dont be bitter let me have a look” Seeing it was anything bad, just a slight burn nothing some burn cream cant solve Emmet picks his brother up and sets him at the table, along with a fresh cut of coffee. “Now im going to get come cream for that, try not to inhale the coffee while im gone”

Sorry this is so long i got really off track and the realised i hadnt used your prompt at all so i kept going to get that bit in. I honestly like the idea that Ingo likes sweet more than Emmet because its not what you would expect from them but it really just didnt work for this so i scrapped it. I am so glad you sent this ask in because i had a lot of fun writing it.

#sneasel ingo #transfer error au #sneasel ingo au #asks #liz got an ask!!!! liz is freee #liz writes #im so glad you sent this because i was getting worried people didnt care for the boog #or for my writing bits so i stopped making them all together #though i was annoying people with them lol #sorry if you didnt want the writing bit and just wanted me to make prompts based on that #i can uhh do that too if you want just let me know #wholesome whole sale coming up #tagging wholesome because it kinda was

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4dtk · 3 years

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Hi! May I request Jaehyun with the prompts:

33. ‘picking them up’ hugs + 15. soothing kisses + 49. holding onto the other’s shoulders for support 🥺

You’re writings are awesome I always reread them fluffs <333

i am SO sorry guys holy crap. i was super emotionally drained these two days. it's sinking in that my internship is ending and i have to focus on my final year project soon. it's terrifying and i couldnt bring myself to write :/ oh well, enjoy anyway.

hugs, 33: ‘picking them up’ hugs

kisses, 15: soothing kisses

touching, 49: holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

“do you think maybe we could’ve gone indoors?” you whisper, looking ‘round at the skate park you were at. there wasn’t much complaints from you, but you definitely felt a bit of intimidation coming from the other skaters who shot looks of recognition towards your boyfriend.

“but then you wouldn’t be able to see my cool tricks!” jaehyun says with a laugh, cuddling you close with an arm around your waist that instantly made you feel safer. “anyway, they’re all really nice.”

you frown just for a bit longer, seeing that your footsteps have taken you to a more secluded part of the park with smaller ramps and obstacles. it’s far far away from the more professional skaters who looked like they’d fly off the half-pipe ramp if they went any higher. you stifle a giggle at that.

“what’s so funny?” jaehyun asks quietly, turning fully now to face as he plops the skateboard down with his foot. it’s a habit that he’s mastered easily, one foot pressing down onto its end with no change in expression. his smile causes you to break the giggle. “c’mon! what are you laughing about?”

“nothing! it’s nothing,” smiling, you let out a determined breath, holding tight onto jaehyun’s forearms as you eye his skateboard. it’s got a nice touch to it, with a few stickers on the top side of it that’s a bit too worn out from the constant skating he does. you wonder how he even finds time in between school work to come out to the park, but you figured if your hobbies gave you some relief from the stress of university, skating was a getaway for him. “will you catch me if i fall?”

jaehyun lets out a hearty laugh, “‘course. who do you take me for, baby?”

you huff at that, getting onto the board one foot after the other. it seems like you’re not fated from the start, already feeling the familiar wobble in your legs when you’d try it at home. your clutching hands now hold onto his shoulders like a vice, stilling yourself from falling over even if you weren’t moving an inch. even the words of relaxing and trusting in him didn’t do much, shutting your ears instinctively.

“babe. honey, come look at me.” you’re able to freeze for just a moment, taking a deep breath before meeting his eyes. “good, good. you can hold on to me as long as you need to. do you want to practice going on and off or are you okay with moving?”

“let’s- lets try moving.” you grip instantly tightens and your boyfriend has to mask the expression of pain, letting you use him as support. the board moves gradually, your stance already improving from the previous times. bit by bit, you feel more comfortable, a smile growing when you look to jaehyun beside you who’s matching the speed of the skateboard. it goes on for a few more minutes: starting at point A as the other drives you slowly to point B, learning to push off with short strokes of your foot. each time, jaehyun lets go just a little, to give you the independence you came out for in the first place.

“okay, okay- good, good!” your fingertips leave each other just for a second when you reach the marking on the floor, gesturing to him that you’d come back to him without his help. with a deep breath, you push off your back foot to wobbly settle yourself on the board, but regain balance again as it brings you back to where you started. jaehyun’s impressed laugh almost makes you fall, but he catches you anyway, swinging you in his arms that you almost kick his board away.

your helmet’s cockblocking you from placing your head on his, but he doesn’t care when your smile lights up the slowly darkening area, twirling you around like a scripted movie before putting you down gently. jaehyun skillfully tilts his head until his lips meet yours, kiss already deep from how far he’s turned his head, surprising you as a sound of surprise escapes you. grinning into the kiss, jaehyun’s takes the opportunity to nibble on your lip, albeit too suddenly that you jump back in shock.

“ow.”

“shucks. sorry, baby.” it’s like syrup how his voice feels, swept up with ease each time he murmurs a pet name or confession.

“it’s ‘kay. can we do that again?” jaehyun giggles and you’re colliding lips again, doing it over and over when he guides you through his extensive knowledge of skating. doing it so much so whenever your distance furthers each time. doing it even when you’re on the way home, with skateboard tucked under his arm while holding your hand. you’d never ask for anything more, as long as you had your little skater boy.

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traxxmatic · 3 years

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passion

sunghoon x reader

after moving to a new town, you meet a loner like yourself at the skating rink; park sunghoon. you two instantly connect, becoming inseparable. what will happen, though, when both you and sunghoon’s passion shifts from skating to something else?

angst | warnings: not a real happy ending tbh; very slight cursing; kinda confusing at times (my bad lol); not really inclusive im really sorry :( | word count: 5.4k

backstory

you’re an american / foreign girl, born on march 22nd, 2003. your family moved to korea in 2007, when you were four. you have been figure skating since 2009, when you were six. you didn’t think much of the sport at first. it was sorta something that your parents made you do and you obliged. after a couple years, you began to actually enjoy the sport and looked forward to going. your skating friends made you feel happy. they looked past your differences in appearance and liked you for who you were.

october 15th, 2013 - 10 years old

your family decided to move towns. you left your school and skating friends behind, transferring to a new school and rink in the middle of the year. you were very shy and nervous, scared you won’t make any new friends.

october 30th

school was going fine. you met a few girls that would talk to you occasionally, but no one who became your best friend. you noticed that people actually avoided you rather than approached you. the other children were likely unfamiliar with americans. yes you looked different, but why did that matter? you weren’t as skinny, which you became self conscious of quickly. it wasn’t that you weren’t healthy, your genes were just.. different. the first day of skating wasn’t any better, but actually worse. not a single person approached you. you were all alone. it was like this every day afterwards. while you sat by yourself, you saw someone who caught your eye; the only boy in the whole skating rink. he was also alone. you didn’t dare go speak to him. what if he didn’t want to be your friend just like everyone else? you decided to stay alone, but kept your eye on him.

november 4th

after each day went by, you began to observe the other children around you. the girls would bicker amongst themselves. the boy, who’s name you learned was sunghoon from the instructors, practiced until his feet practically gave out. you enjoyed watching him practice. he seemed so immersed in what he was doing. you could tell he really loved to skate.

november 15th

it’s been a month since you’ve moved, but you still didn’t have any friends. your skating practices consisted of you practicing quietly and admiring sunghoon when it was his turn to skate. you realized you began to have a little crush on the boy. you got butterfly’s in your stomach when he slightly looked your way. you wanted to befriend him, but was never able to muster up the courage to; until today.

after his turn to skate was over, you approached the quiet boy shyly.

“hi. im y/n.”

the boy looked surprised.

“h-hi,” he replied. “im sunghoon.”

you already knew this, but didn’t dare tell him.

“you’re really good at skating,” you said shyly, a slight blush painting your cheeks. “i wish i was as good as you.”

now, the boy began to blush, but you couldnt tell as you avoided looking at his face.

“t-thank you. you’re also really good.”

you laughed. “you’re lying! i always fall during my spins. you’re so balanced and make everything look perfect.”

sunghoon was seriously taken aback now. to you, he was the best skater in the rink. sunghoon, though, thought no one ever talked to him because he wasn’t that good. the praise you gave him was new to him. he began to blush even harder.

“i practice a lot, so that might be why.”

you feel comfortable enough to look at the boy’s face now.

“i know. i always see you practicing until your parents basically drag you off the rink.”

you both laugh. his laugh was super cute.

you talked for a while, introducing yourselves to one another. you found out he was born in december of 2002, making him the same age as you, at least for another few weeks. he’s been skating since he was eight. you were shocked to find out he’s been skating for a shorter amount of time than you. how was he so good? the information made you admire his skills even more.

with every sentence that came out of his mouth, sunghoon began to become more comfortable around you. you talked until it was your turn to practice.

“i’ll talk to you tomorrow?” you asked the boy hoping he would say yes.

“definitely,” he smiled.

you felt so happy. though you had a few friends at school, you could tell sunghoon was going to be a special one. you’re unsure as to why, but your turns in practice that day were all perfect. maybe his talent was rubbing off on you?

the next day, you walked into the skating rink feeling more excited than ever. ever since you moved, skating has become less enjoyable because you never had anyone to talk to. now, the excitement you lost for skating a few weeks ago was back. you found sunghoon sitting on the same bench from yesterday, putting his skates on.

“is this seat taken?”

sunghoon looked up from his feet and smiled. “nope,” he said, trying to hide his smile.

you sat next to him, taking out your skates and putting them on. you both couldn’t contain your smiles. you were both so happy you finally made a friend. sunghoon was happy that, after so many years at the skating rink, someone talked to him. you were happy that sunghoon talked to you despite being different from all the other girls.

and just like that, you two became inseparable. it started at the ice skating rink. where ever sunghoon was, you weren’t far to follow, and vice versa. soon enough, you started hanging out on weekends. little by little, you forgot you even had a crush on the boy. you became so comfortable around each other and truly felt like best friends.

august 2014 - 11 years old

after the school year was over, your parents allowed you to transfer to the same school as sunghoon. you tried to make some friends, but like your last school, everyone judged you based on your ethnicity. sunghoon stuck with you through it all. not long after transferring, it became normal for sunghoon to stay at your house or for you to stay at his after school. both your parents found it weird if they didn’t see you together. you helped sunghoon with english homework while he taught you skills on the rink. he improved much faster than you. you thought after a while sunghoon would ditch you due to your slow pace of learning, but he stayed and supported you no matter what.

2014-2017 - 11-14 years old

you both went to each other’s skating competitions. though sunghoon began qualifying for big competitions, your parents allowed you to miss school to support him. you followed him to the 2014 south korean figure skating championships, watched him win two international advanced novice competitions in 2015, and supported him when he made his international junior debut during the 2016-17 figure skating season. throughout the years, when watching sunghoon progress, you lost a lot of your passion for skating. watching sunghoon improve so fast and move onto bigger, better things made you jealous. you knew since the day you first met sunghoon that he was good, but after every year went by, he became one of the best in his age division. you wish you had that same talent. yes, you were jealous, and sunghoon knew this. not only do you open up to each other so easily, but you can read each other like books. when something is wrong, sunghoon knows.

december 18th, 2017

you looked at your phone; 9:06 PM. your parents are gonna kill you, but you always stay at the rink during sunghoon’s private lessons. his instructors began doing private lessons with him around a year ago when they realized his potential. you were both sad when you knew you weren’t going to be in the same group anymore, but you knew sunghoon should go improve more instead of stay behind with you. he was uncertain at first. he wanted to stay with you, but at the same knew it would be better for him to start private lessons. after you encouraged him to take the opportunity while it lasted, he decided to take the private lessons.

though you’re proud of him, little by little you began to miss him. you both attended each other’s practices when you could, but him on the sidelines was… different. you missed when he was on the rink with you, teaching you how to land a jump that was super simple to sunghoon at that point. after sunghoon moved to private lessons, you began to lose your love for the sport. not only was sunghoon your only friend on the rink, but he was the reason you kept at the sport. he was the reason you enjoyed it so much.

“y/n?” you snapped out of your daze to see sunghoon walking towards you.

“hey. how was practice?” you tried to sound happy.

“it was fine, but are you okay?” the boy sat next to you and began to take his skates off, but his eyes never left your face. you could tell he was concerned.

“yeah im fine,” you lied.

something about you and sunghoon is you both matured very fast, likely from you both being very observant of people around you; what was right and wrong, and what were things that would end up good or horribly. though you were both only 14 and 15, you acted like young adults. because of this, your parents trusted you as though you were adults.

“i know that’s a lie. seriously y/n, what’s up? if you don’t feel good you can head home first.”

“promise you won’t be mad,” you debated telling him. you knew you should tell sunghoon that your love of skating has gone away. you want to tell him that you talked to your parents about quitting lessons. what was stopping you? maybe it was your fear that he wouldn’t want to be friends with you anymore. he was all you had, you couldn’t let him go.

“y/n, whatever it is… i promise i won’t be mad.” the boy stopped what he was doing the look at you more clearly. he could tell that this was serious and that you were nervous.

you took a deep breath, “i think im going to quit skating.”

the boy looked at you with a baffled look at first. you began to tear up at his reaction. he saw this, and softened his expression.

“why?” sunghoon asked warmly, trying to comfort you.

“i-i just..” your tears began to come down. you quickly looked down to avoid his gaze. you were embarrassed and scared.

“hey, hey. it’s ok,” sunghoon said softly. he put his hand on yours to comfort you. your breath hitched at his touch, and your face began to heat up. butterflies. you felt comforted.

“i-i… just don’t have th-the same passion for it that i us-used to,” you managed to say through your hiccups.

sunghoon began to brush his thumb against your hand. “that’s okay. don’t worry, i’ll support your decision if you decide to quit. just promise you will keep coming to my practices.”

you looked up. “s-so you d-don’t hate me.” your eyes lit up.

the boy chuckled softly, “of course not. you’re my best friend. we support each other through everything.”

best friend. the word stuck out to you. you’re unsure why, but you were sorta disappointed with the word.

sunghoon moved his other hand to join the other on top of yours. he gave you a smile, one that made you calm. you smiled back.

“thank you.”

2018

you officially quit skating during christmas break, but you followed sunghoon to all his practices and competitions. after quitting, you started to become interested in music. you found a new passion.

february 9th, 2018

“he’s so pretty,” you fawned.

“he’s okay. not as good looking as me,” sunghoon said looking at the picture of kpop idol, mark lee, on your phone. you looked up from your phone to look at sunghoon who was now striking a model-like pose.

“hahahaha, very funny,” you said sarcastically, looking back down at your phone.

“im serious. besides, were you listening to anything i was saying? i was asking you what you thought of the new turn that i learned.”

you looked up again. “oh, no… sorry. show it to me again.”

“no, it’s alright. i forgot you’re more interested in kpop boys- i mean… ‘music’ nowadays than my skating.” sunghoon began skating away from you.

“hey! that is not true! please show me again,” you yelled as he skated further from you. “yah! are you even listening to m-.” you cut yourself off when sunghoon began spinning quickly on the ice. his arms out on both sides of him to keep him balanced, his fingertips slightly curved. his foot stretched outwards behind the rest of his body. you were captivated by the beauty of the move and how graceful sunghoon looked. something about the way his body moved on the ice made you want to stop everything and join him. “are you kidding me? that was amazing! that was so cool!”

sunghoon began to approach you again with a smile on his lips. “see what happens when you look at handsome sunghoon instead of mark?”

you cringed at the way he referred to himself in third person and stuck your tongue out at him.

moments like this happened quite often from then on. you would begin to watch sunghoon with the same admiration that you had when you first landed eyes on him several years ago. and every time you watched him, you wanted to join him on the ice. you thought your passion for the sport was gone, but when watching sunghoon, suddenly every inch of your body wanted to go on the ice with him.

march 1st

you walked into the skating rink, old skates in hand.

“oh? y/n? why are you here?” you turned to see one of your old skating instructors. “sunghoon doesn’t practice for another few hours.”

“i know. i was wondering if i could skate for a little bit while you don’t have any classes.” you practiced at the rink so often you knew the times when no classes were being held.

“of course you can. what made you want to try it again,” the lady looked a bit shocked.

“oh ya know… just miss the feeling,” you lied. you knew damn well it was because the way sunghoon skated made you want to again. for some reason, you couldn’t admit this to her though. you knew everyone in the rink knew that you and sunghoon were close. why couldn’t you tell her it was because of sunghoon?

you walked to the bench you first spoke to sunghoon on and put your skates on. you felt happy. the same type of happy as the first time you skated after speaking to sunghoon for the first time. when getting onto the ice, though, the feeling suddenly vanished. it was just you on the ice. you wished sunghoon was here, skating with you. what was this feeling? you were so frustrated. why was it when sunghoon skated, you felt so captivated, but when you skated, you felt nothing? you quickly got off the ice and took off your skates. you exited the building before your old instructor could find you. you began to cry as you left the building. you realized that it wasn’t your love for the sport that made you want to return. that passion had left a while ago. rather. it was your love for sunghoon that made you want to return.

march 1st 2019 - 15 years old

it’s been a year; a year since you realized you were in love with sunghoon. you didn’t let the fact ruin your relationship, at least you tried to let it not. it was hard when you began to realize how whenever he talked your eyes would make their way down to his lips. or whenever he smiled or laughed, the way your heart fluttered. or his habit of saying “ish” whenever you did something cringy-

“earth to y/n…”

you suddenly snapped out of your daze when sunghoon began waving his hand in front of your face.

he snickered, “i know my lips look very kissable but could you at least pretend like your listening to me?”

“jeez you’re so full of yourself park sunghoon,” you laughed, trying to play off the fact that you totally were staring at his lips. the way he pursed them while reading the roster made you imagine kissing them; how soft they would be against yours. shit you’re daydreaming again.

he smiled. “anyways, as i was saying, i have to fly over to thailand next month for a competition. my parents already bought your ticket but we need to know if your parents are coming or not.”

“of course they would come. who would i stay with if they didn’t?” you laughed at the silly question.

“well you could always stay with me.”

you tensed at his sudden statement.

“nonsense,” you smile, trying to make the obvious blush on your face look like it came from your laughs and not his words. “they’ll go, trust me.” you were honestly a little disappointed with the way you rejected him so fast. of course you want to stay in the same hotel room with sunghoon. why would it be any different from him sleeping over at your house? and why were you suddenly tensing at the fact that he’s staying over tonight?

“ok, suit yourself.” he seemed unbothered even though you turned him down so fast. ‘it’s because he doesn’t like you back dumbass’ you tell yourself.

sunghoon lays back on your bed with a huff. he pats the empty spot next to him, signaling you to lay next to him. hesitantly, you move your body from your floor to lay next to his body. you stay there in silence for a few seconds, unable to tell if the silence was comfortable or awkward. god why were you making this awkward? you’ve slept in the same bed with him for years. why is it NOW beginning to give you butterflies? sunghoon turns his body to face you. you stay still with your head looking at the ceiling.

“y/n,” you hear sunghoon call your name.

“yeah?”

“how’s your music going?”

ever since you stopped skating, your new hobby became kpop. at first it was just listening to the songs, learning the group and fanchants. but after a while you took interest in singing the songs and learning the dances. eventually you even began doing both at the same time, trying to stay stable while also trying to execute the moves well. it became your new hobby. one that completely interested you, not one that you enjoyed because of a boy. you’ve told sunghoon countless times about your fascination with kpop. he’s watched your covers and has even had a few live performances from you on days you really felt confident. he knows your new dream of wanting to one day perform your own songs in front of others. he’s watched you go through countless auditions for company’s, hoping one would accept you and put you closer to achieving that dream. but everytime, he watched you come out saddened. ‘it’s because im american’ you would tell him. he would deny it every time though, saying ‘they were just blind’ and ‘they couldn’t see the pure talent in front of them.’ his words made you temporarily happy, but deep down your heart hurt more and more with every rejection.

“it’s ok,” you reply.

“anything new out? maybe another audition or something?”

you turned to face the boy, your face now very close to his, eyes switching from looking at his eyes and lips. you watched as he also began switching his gaze from your eyes to your lips. before anything could happen, you began to cry. sunghoons lips turned to a frown. he quickly embraced you as your tears began to fall harder.

“what’s wrong angel,” you could hear the concern in his voice, even through the soft tone he had.

“why am i not good enough at anything,” you cried into his chest. now, the boy began to rub your head, soothing you as you let out your frustration and sadness. “i wasn’t good at skating, and im not good at performing either. what am i good for? where will i go in life?” you were rambling out all your thoughts, feeling tired of always being average in everything you do.

“that’s not true,” sunghoon protests. “you were great at skating, and probably still are. i was always mesmerized by you on the rink. and your performance skills are even better y/n. you’re multitalented. you’re good at so many things. i wish i was like you. i look up to you so much. you’re always so persistent in everything you do. when you want to learn something new, you do it. when you want something, you push yourself to do your best and achieve it. you never give up even when you feel like you’re the only person who believes in yourself. just know that i will always believe in you. i know you can achieve your dreams, you just have to be a little patient okay? i promise one day you will live out all of your dreams.”

you look up, your teary eyes finding his. they stared into yours as if to tell you he truly means what he’s saying. you hug him tight as you rest your head back into his shoulder. he rests his head on top of yours and rubs your back, assuring you that everything will be ok.

“thank you,” you say into his shirt.

“of course angel. now let’s get some sleep. you must be exhausted from keeping in those negative thoughts.”

you nod into his shoulder, but neither of you move. the position was comfortable and made you feel safe. the only thing is, he doesn’t know you’re hiding more feelings from him.

march 1st 2020 - 16 years old

you’ve learned to conceal your emotions. sunghoon is all you have, you’re not going to let any stupid emotions take that away from you. you recently declared yourself as an independent trainee. no company will accept you? fine. you’ll train on your own. you weren’t completely by yourself, though. sunghoon would join you at the dance studio you practiced in. he would learn dances with you which kept you company. plus, he was pretty good at dancing, himself. he stopped by your house on days you planned to record covers.

“i need to either find a guy who is willing to hit the lower harmonies for this cover or hire a guy to record them for me.” you look frustrated at your computer as you delete yet another audio file. you’ve tried hitting these lower notes for 30 minutes now, but couldn’t seem to do it right.

“i can always help you out if you want,” sunghoon says from your bed.

“you can sing,” you turn your chair around and lift your eyebrows in shock at the sudden comment.

“well, ya know…” sunghoon averts his gaze away from you as he scratches the back of his neck. “i’ve been practicing my vocals a little lately.”

you get up out of your chair and move your hand in an ushering manner towards your chair.

“well by all means, show me what you got.”

jesus christ. is there anything this man isn’t good at? he can skate, he can dance, and he can sing too apparently? his voice was smooth and stable. he was able to hit the notes you couldn’t, and when you asked him to, was able to hit notes you didn’t think a man could.

“why didn’t you tell me you could sing? i would’ve asked you to be in my covers a long time ago.” you sit back in your chair and adjust the files in the production software. you didn’t receive an answer from sunghoon. “for real. why are you good at everything,” you laugh. “first you improve at skating faster than me. what’s next, you become an idol faster than me too?” you were being sarcastic, but based off how silent sunghoon was being, you sensed something was wrong. you turn your chair to face him. he was still standing next to you, but his head hanging down so far you couldn’t see his face. “sunghoon? what’s wrong?” you get up from your chair and guide him by his shoulders to sit with you on your bed. he looks up at you with tears brimming his eyes. “sunghoon,” you said softly, a frown forming on your lips. you moved your hand to rest on top of his. “you can tell me whatever’s on your mind.”

“promise you won’t be mad.” he looked at you with a hint of guilt on his face.

“of course i won’t be mad, im always here for you.” this conversation was all too familiar.

“i think im going to quit skating.” now, out of all the things sunghoon could have said, that was the last thing you expected to hear. your mouth fell open at the statement.

“w-what,” was all you managed to get out. you were shocked. you thought sunghoon wanted to make it to the olympics one day. he always told you about how hard he practiced so one day he could represent south korea in one of the most famous sporting events. hearing him say he wanted to quit gave you so many questions.

“i just,” you could hear the pain in his voice as he tried to hold back tears. “i didn’t want you to think i was trying to steal opportunities from you.”

now you were really confused.

“sunghoon. what do you mean,” you managed to get over your initial shock and go back to comforting him. your other hand moving to join the other on sunghoon’s.

sunghoon looked you in the eyes with so much guilt, you were very unsure whether you missed a chapter or two of the book of your life. why does he look like that?

“im becoming a trainee,” his voice broke during the last word.

that’s why. that’s why he looked guilty.

“i didn’t want you to think i was stealing your passion. your love of singing and dancing is far greater than mine, but when i danced with you or watched you sing… i couldn’t help but also fall in love with the hobbies. i didn’t want to tell you because i know how hard you work and how much you want to pursue your dreams. i auditioned for a company a few months ago and got in. i feel guilty because even though i don’t work as hard as you, i managed to get accepted.” the boys tears were rolling down his face now. his hiccups barely gave him time to breathe. you could tell how guilty he felt, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty, yourself, because you were jealous. yes, you were jealous that sunghoon got accepted into a company before you. yes, you were angry that sunghoon did this all behind your back. yes, you were frustrated that whatever you did, sunghoon did better. his words hit you like a truck. he was right, but you wish he wasn’t.

sunghoon could tell by your silence that you were hurt.

“im so sorry.” the boy broke down. he turned his face away from yours as you came back to your senses. yes, you were mad, but you were also extremely happy for sunghoon. your feelings were… complicated. you quickly grabbed his cheek with your hand and turned his face back towards yours. his eyes wide and cheeks wet with tears.

“sunghoon. it’s okay. thank you for telling me. yes im a bit jealous and mad that you didn’t tell me, but regardless, im so proud of you. im proud that you found something else that makes you happy. im proud that you will be able to train and get closer to becoming successful.” you stared into each other’s eyes as you spoke. “i have so many questions, but i won’t ask them right away. i just want you to know that im not mad at you.”

the boy smiled weakly and pressed his cheek harder against your hand.

“thank you y/n. thank you so much,” the boy shed a few more tears.

thirty minutes later

you both lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling in peaceful silence. every few minutes you ask a new question, and sunghoon gives you an answer to help you understand the situation.

“what about skating though? don’t you still love skating?”

“i do. but it became less fun when the girl i love stopped skating with me.”

butterflies.

“the.. girl you.. love,” you ask hesitantly. was he talking about you? did sunghoon just say he loved you? god you had so many more questions.

“yeah. it’s stupid but, when i met her, suddenly skating became so much more than a sport to me. it was an excuse to see her every day. when she decided to quit skating to pursue her music career, though i do love skating, it just wasn’t the same anymore.”

oh my god he was talking about you. what do you do? what do you say? you feel sunghoon shift his body to face yours. you can’t move to do the same, though. your body freezes.

“y/n,” you hear the boy say. you want to move to look into his eyes. you want to tell the boy that you love him too and you can live happily ever after. but something is stopping you.

“y/n.”

you face the boy.

“i-i love you.”

say you love him too idiot. why can’t you say anything? why are tears forming in your eyes?

“im so sorry. i wish i didn’t say anythi-“

“i love you too,” you blurt out, cutting him off.

he looks at you wide eyed.

“i just… know we can’t be together.” you both look away from one another. he knows what you mean. you both know that now that sunghoon is going to become a trainee, he won’t be able to see you, let alone date you.

“ive liked you since the day we first spoke, sunghoon. ive loved you since the day i realized that you’re the reason i kept skating.” you blurt out and look over to see sunghoon staring at you.

“ive liked you since the day we first spoke y/n. i’ve loved you since the day i realized that you leaving skating broke my passion too.”

you don’t say anything more. you both stare at each other, light smiles on both of your faces. neither smile was 100% genuine, though. you were both happy that your feelings were reciprocated, yes, but you were sad knowing you couldn’t act on those feelings.

sunghoon embraces you, and you hug back. tears leaving both yours and his eyes. you both loved each other, but you both loved performing. you both know that you have to choose between one or the other. you had a feeling you both knew which you would pick.

september 2020

you watched the final episode of i-land with a smile. he did it. he’s going to debut. tears rolled down your face as you watched him give his speech. you were feeling so many emotions. happy that sunghoon was going to live out another one of his dreams. jealous that he will debut before you. sad that the love of your life won’t be able to be with you. it’s true. both you and sunghoon love each other very much, but you both knew pursuing your dreams is what’s best for you both. that’s the best thing about you and sunghoon, you both know what the best option is; even if it meant heartbreak. so yes, you watch the given-taken music video heartbroken, but not as much as you watch with pure happiness. you were so fucking happy for him. yes, you’re still struggling without him. your dance practices feel empty without him, but even when he’s not there with you, your passion still drives you. though you aren’t under a label yet, you don’t give up. you want to. yes, you want to so badly, but your final words with sunghoon are what’s keeping you going.

“we will meet on stage one day. promise me.”

writers note: i spent way too much time on this 💀 im not 100% satisfied with it but i think it’s better to post and learn from this than to keep it hidden. im trying to figure out why my tumblr keeps giving me really weird and disproportional spacing. it might be cause i copy and paste my stories from other writing softwares? does anyone else have this problem?

i hope you all enjoyed! i’ll definitely create more longer works like this in the future :)

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Superman's Dishcloth

A small cute headcannon thats been sitting on my tablet?

Summary: some people use pick up lines to get a womans number, henry uses a crochet lesson.

Warnings: Fluff?

Your fingers twisted the yarn around the hook automatically looping and pulling untill you made another double crochet stitch that the pattern required.

To be honest you wasnt paying that much attention as you worked your project, which was stupid really because you were making a new pattern, a bobble popcorn style head band.

You couldnt concentrate for two reasons

One. You were on a goddamned plane soaring across the Atlantic ocean. And if things went tits up you cant swim.

And two? You were seated next to none oher then mr henry cavill himself.

Not that you made a thing about it or even dared to look at him.

He he was watching you, eyes frowning as your fingers twisted the yarn into an intricate looking yet fairly simple pattern.

Youhad to stifle a laugh as his fingers twitched tryig to follow the moves and figure out what you were doing.

You growled missing count again. One, two, three three, skip three. A crochet, half double crochet, two double crochet in one stitch then skip three stitches and repeat untill the end.

Normally youd have no problems but your audience was putting you off.

You dropped the project in your lap as you miscounted again and realised you had to undo the last twelve stitches otherwise you'd be a set out on the end.

You closed your eyes grunting before slipping the hook out and began to tug the working yarn slowly before pinching it and slipping the hook into the loop catching it before it all unraveled.

"Why'd you undo it?" You jumped a little as the huge man beside you spoke up after watching you quietly since take off.

"Huh?... oh i misscounted i skipped four instead of three so it'd be out of line on the end and curl round..."

"How'd you know?" He frowned now leaning over even more curious then before.

You chewed your lip trying not to freak out as he peered over your little project.

"Err well i just counted the stiches i had left on the row, see i was up to here and there was five left not six, so i pulled it taught to spot the odd one out" you explained pulling more yarn through so you could point out the stitches to him with the hook.

"It looks complicated, you twist it so many times?" He said as your fingers began moving once more creating the repetitive pattern.

"Yeah... its not too difficult, Im doing a few different stitches is all, once you know a single crochet stitch and a chain stitch your good to go" You muttered with a smile.

"I doubt its that simple" he replied trying to keep up with watching your fingers guiding the hook jthought the piece making the fabric grow.

"It really is, here you see the little v on top?" You said slowing deciding to show him just how simple it was.

"Yeah?" He hummed quietly watching keenly.

"Thats the row before, so you slip your hook under both strands like this and loop your yarn over then pull through under that v so you have one loop on your hook" you said moving slowly and loosened the stitch with a light wiggle so he could see properly.

"Then loop the yarn over again so you have two loops, and pull the second one through the first... and thats a single crochet stitch" You explained showing him slowly.

"So you make lots of tiny loops and pull them through one another and it some how becomes fabric?" He asked fascinated by it, watching as you began to work on the next stitch.

"Yeah pretty much"

"But that one you pulled the wool over before you did anything at all?" You paused impressed he had noticed the slight difference... he had been watchkn that closely?

"So that was a half double, when you do a half double or double you yarn over first, then you just keep yarning over and pulling through until your left with one loop on the hook" you tried explaining as simply as you could.

"... it still sounds hard" he uttered still focusing on your hands that had been creating stitches.

"Honestly its not, i taught myself in about an hour and a half? Here try it? I've got extra yarn in my carry on if you want to give it a go?" You offered and instantly flushed you did not just offer to teach superman how to crochet like a fucking granny!

Before you could take it back and apologise he beamed.

"Really? That would be fun, i've never tried anything like this before" he said eagerly.

"Err yeah sure lemme just get you started, i'll give you a 5 hook... here" you said surprized digging about pulling the small ergonomic crochet hook out and some mustard yellow yarn.

"So you start with a slipknot... and then a few chain stitches" you began guiding him through it slowly teaching him the steps.

"So do you always crochet on long flights?" He asked pokeing his tongue out as he tried concentrating on the stitches he was doing.

"Yeah, im not good with confined spaces... especially confide spaces that are a good few miles in the air over the open ocean" you chuckled nervously chaining a stitch then turning begining your next row.

"Honestly im not either, usually i have kal- my dog but... not this time... this is good though, its helping take my mind off it thank you" he said sincerly.

"Dont mention it"

"Oh... i think ive done it wrong?" He said andnheld it out to you, you prodded it and to be honest you were impressed, it was neat, not a dropped stitch in sight... just a few loose stitches here and there, but he was finding a good tension.

"No, thats not wrong... just your tension thats all it comes with practice" you said handing it back to him.

"Tension?" He said making you pause. Oh yeah, he wouldnt knpw what that is yet.

"Yeah, how tight you hold the yarn and hook determies how tight your stitches are... mines pretty bad, i have to always use a size bigger hook" you expalined simply

"Really?"

"Yep, i do it too tight- even snapped a metal hook in my hand before" you chuckled remebering the way the hook had just... snapped mid project.

"Wow that sounds painfull?" He huffed eeingnyour hand curiously as if expecting you to snap a hook then and there.

"Yeah, i will admit i was frustrated with the project so it probably didnt help" you chuckled sheepishly.

"Frustrated? Was it complicated like that one?" He asked nodding to your growing head band.

"No, i kept loosing count on a pattern of 78 stitches" you said trying to wave it off but in actual fact that project had been murder.

"So what are you making?" He finally asked eyeingnyour work that had grown wider.

"A little headband, and hopefully i will widen it at the ears to keep em warm" you giggled wrapping it around pinchingnthe ends together proudly presenting it to him.

He grinned and looked down at his little square fiddling with it.

"And im making a... mess?" He laughed holding up the uneven square cheeks tinted pink when you giggled again.

"... Dishcloth?" You offered prodding it gently.

"Perfect, im making a dishcloth!" He bellowed nodding proud of his new diy dish cloth.

"I'm henry by the way. But from the way you were shaking in your seat im guessing you knew?" He finally introduced himself holding out a hand.

You smiled shyly and took it shakingnhands trying not to fawn over how huge hot and soft the palm was.

"Yeah... sorry i was nervous and you probably dont want to be bugged. Im y/n" you tried explaining nervously but he chuckled.

"I wouldnt mind being bugged by such a cutie~" he uttered quietly smirking at you tipping his head down a little too make sure you heard him despite his voice being quiet.

"Oh stop it" you flushed quickly looking down at your headband noticing your stitches werent as even as they could have been, but it couldnt be helped you had handsome distraction.

A very distracting handsome distraction.

"Its true. Besides i think it was me bugging you... and i have managed to plunder through your wool" he grinned sheepishly holding up his little dishcloth.

"Its fine, it not expensive, this is left over yarn from other projects" you waved him off. It was true ou had lots of odd ends and half skeins of woll from other projects.

"Well still i appreciate it, i hate flying" he said sincerly.

"Well now you have something to practice. Youll leave the plane with a new skill to stick on your cv" you added with a grin nudging him playfully.

"Indeed... And perhaps i can leave the p,ane with err...maybe your number to? You know to replace the wool and erm swap err instructions?" He said nervously jumbling his words.

You paused and looked at him shocked blinking. Did he just?

You blinked again watching as his face grew red and he chuckled nerously plucking at the woll on his dishcloth.

"Well i suppose every student needs to be able to contact theor teacher~ and these instructions are called patterns" you smiled to him nodding slowly.

"Right right i knew that of course they're patterns" he chuckled grinning ear to ear relived you hadnt turned him down.

"Well we have a good few hours, perhaps a few more lessons for my little student?" You teased picking up the pattern to show him some of the abbreviations. Mostly to try and concentrate on somthing other then the fact superman had just asked for your number... and was taking crochet lessons.

"Of course" he said excited eyes glittering with glee whilst looking at the small page.

#henry cavill #oh for fic sake headcannon #fluff #my ovaries demand fluff #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill headcannon

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basically a Striker x male imp with powerful regeneration powers, the two knew each other before Striker worked as a noble assassin, y/n by having these powers was almost always in extreme danger situations (like fighting a noble without a head and still somehow win), the two constantly bickered and usually ended up with broken bones. Now these days they meet again after years without seeing each other and with repressed feelings they finally have time to talk... after fighting a little more

Striker x Male Imp with a healing factor.

You and Striker first met each other years ago.

The two of you ran into each other during a job. You both had been hired to kill some petty mob boss.

Striker was seconds away from killing the target, when you jumped through the guy's skylight splatting onto the ground.

Jumping up you effortlessly killed the mob boss and all his bodyguards.

Striker confronted you outside the building, surprised at how good you look after falling through a plate glass windows.

He told you that was good work, if sloppy, but that was his kill. And he just couldn't tolerate theives.

He was surprised by just how nonchalant you were, as though he were telling you something you'd heard a hundred times.

You told him a job is a job, and you wouldn't hold it against him if it were the other way around. And much to Strikers surprise, you turned, and began walking away from him.

Striker, froze, processing what was happening, before he raised his rifle and blew your brains out.

Usually didn't like shooting people in the back, especially a fellow assassin like you. But hey, you practically asked him to do it.

He began to leave, only for you to suddenly jump him from behind, scratching up his shoulders and back, almost managing to cut his throat.

He threw you off, before spinning around and fired three more shots into your chest. That seemed to keep you down this time.

Dragging himself away, he looked back to find you weren't there.

He found himself on edge for weeks after that, never sure If you were gonna go coming looking for pay back.

He only calmed down after running into you at a bar.

And much to his surprise you didn't seem to hold any animosity towards him, in fact, you actually offered to buy him a drink.

Not wanting to offend you, he said yes.

He ended up actually enjoying the night, the two of you having a lively conversation over a few drinks

He couldnt help but ask about the whole, "I shot you in the head, why aren't you dead" thing.

So over a few glasses of whiskey, you explained that you had a serious healing factor, so serious, you were borderline immortal.

Needless to say Striker was amazed and honestly found it kinda hard to believe.

Although what happened next put it all into perspective.

A large demon walked up to you, saying a few words he sunk a large blade into your chest.

Before he could draw his pistol you placed your hand on his shoulder.

Taking a large gulp of your drink, you pulled the blade from your chest and plunged it into the demons stomach. And like nothing had happened, you went back to the conversation.

After that Striker finished his drink, thanking you before he got the fuck out of there.

That was not the last time you and Striker crossed paths. The two of you often ending up taking the same job.

You always having an advantage as you could just recklessly run into a fight, absorbing every attack before killing the target, and walking away unscathed. Where as Striker had to more carefully think his strikes through.

And much to your surprise and joy, you found that through the many jobs you and Striker fought over, you developed something of a frienemy complex.

As annoying as you stealing his jobs was, he couldn't deny, he was having the most fun of his life.

Striker was an extraordinary Imp and it was exceedingly rare he found anyone on his level. So getting to test his skills against you was great.

The two of you were constantly fighting.

Most of the fights were picked by you, usually finding something petty to fight over.

You found the fights good fun, since you weren't really in any danger and Striker always gave his all in a fight.

Your fights got more common, Striker randomly attacking you on the street. The two of you fighting for hours, both refusing to submit.

Bloody knuckles, bruised bodies and broken noses, the two of you were relentless.

And oddly enough, between the brutal smackdowns and all night benders, you found you began enjoying each other's company.

It was an odd dynamic.

The way you could go from brutal fighting, to casually enjoying a meal together, back to a brutal melee.

Though despite your questionable relationship, the teo of you ended up seeing less and less of each other.

Striker began taking much higher risk jobs, often taking on nobility, and as such becoming harder to find.

While you on the other hand, with the pile of cash you made through your killing work you decided to take up several hobbies.

Painting, music, craft, but you would quickly grow bored of them, they were all too easy.

So you decided to travel, taking up any job that caught your fancy.

You tried to let Striker know, you know, for old times sake. But just couldn't get in contact wirh him.

A by-product of being known as a royal killer, you suppose.

You travelled for a few years, traveling the seven rings, taking up various jobs and drastically expanding your resume.

Eventually you'd find yourself in the wrath ring, finding work on a very quaint little ranch.

Usually you'd spend a couple months on the job before moving on to the next one. You'd done this for years, never sticking around for more than six months.

But you found yourself sticking around.

Life on the ranch was good. It was lots of hard work, but you were never bored. And the annual blood moon festival was always something to look forward too.

And over time, you found yourself genuinely enjoying your work. finally finding some sort of purpose in your life, finding yourself being treated like a member of the family. Eventually you worked your way up to foreman.

It wasn't long after a tornado tore through the ranch, you and another worker getting caught up in it.

Only managing to survive because of your healing factor.

You limped back to the ranch, you had to at least act like you were injured. The whole family was overjoyed to see you alive.

But it wasn't long after that a familiar face showed up.

Striker. In all his cowboy glory.

Initially you were overjoyed, tackling the Imp to the ground. Striker effortlessly throwing you off, before he recognised you.

He seemed just as happy to see you, the two of two sharing a hug.

You couldn't explain it, but it felt amazing to hug the Imp. The two of you sharing an long moment together. Staring into each other's eyes.

Apparently he was in town and looking for work.

You didn't buy it for a second, of course. Striker was a cold blooded killer, not some field hand.

But when the boss asked, you still backed his story, telling the boss he was the hardest working guy you knew.

Which wasn't Untrue.

So Striker began working under you, which was great, since he had to do everything you told him to.

But eventually you confronted him about it, telling him you knew he wasn't there for a field hand job.

Striker tried to keep the facade going, but he quickly gave in and told you he was there for a target.

You figured as much, striker telling you he actually planned on taking the position of foreman, as his cover and after hearing that you knew you couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

So you didn't.

For the first few weeks he was there, you made sure he got all the grunt work, the two of you often getting into fights like the old times.

Though you did take emense pleasure in watching Striker struggle to do basic field work.

But if striker was one thing, it was adaptable.

And soon enough he was working as hard as anyone.

The two of you became close again, alot like last time, but there seemed to be something new between the two of you.

Like a longing that had grown between the two of you, after spending years apart.

Your feeling would grow come to a head after a trip into town.

Striker would use his first pay check to buy a bottle of local brew. Which in wrath, was essentially moonshine. You'd find a hill not to far from the ranch, before popping the bottle.

The two of you would go through the bottle fairly quickly, reminiscing about the good old days.

Both of you getting more and more inebriated as you dug deeper and deeper into your past.

Telling him you had tried to sat goodbye, but couldn't find him. Striker would admit that he had missed you desperately. Hed tell you how it was only his work that kept his mind off of you.

You would lean in close, inches from each other, leaning in, you'd share a much over due kiss.

You weren't sure how Striker would react. You half expected him to knock your lights out.

But instead, Striker pulled you deeper into the kiss, his hands beginning to roam your body.

The kiss would only grow in intensity, the two of you shedding layer after layer of clothing.

You would embrace each other in that field.

You couldn't remember who was on top, and who was bottom, but you woke up the next morning feeling very satisfied.

The next morning was... interesting.

Youd woken up in lots of interesting situations. But hungover, buck naked in the middle of a field besides your long time friend, was a first.

The weird part though, was that It wasn't awkward.

You woke up about the same time. The two of you just laying there, Basking in the early morning sun.

You would just curl up together for a while, quietly discussing what should happen next.

You were shocked when Striker said he wanted to be with you.

Not really sure how to answer, you just kissed him. The two of you ending up having some early morning sex.

So after hundreds of fights, years apart and a pretty severe hangover, you and Striker were finally together.

Thanks for the request y'all. Usually I like don't write for Striker as I just felt there was a bit too much content surrounding him. My headcanon is a little more intimate than the prompt suggested, but none the less, this was still fun to write. Thanks for reading I hope you liked it.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #helluva striker #striker #striker x reader #helluva boss striker #helluva boss striker x reader

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mqnasluvr · 3 years

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skinship headcanons | genshin impact

pairings; jean x gn!reader, amber x gn!reader, albedo x gn!reader

mentioned; kaeya, lisa, huffman, sucrose

warnings; suggestive themes ( jean ), all lowercase, not proofread

word count; 1.7k but half of it is albedo

jean

jean is not the touchiest person out there, but she does enjoy holding you. not too big on pda either; the most you’ll get out of her in public is maybe a quick smooch on the cheek and hand holding🛐 other than that, shes quite reserved.

her hugs are very comforting, but the first couple of times it was awkward on her part. she was used to giving barbara and klee hugs, but this was different. she wasn’t sure where to put her arms, and if anything she got more frustrated the more she hesitated.

once she grows accustomed to it, she’ll be fine. she enjoys the warmth and innocence of hugs, especially if you’re taller than her.

like i said, in public she isnt very touchy. while running errands she does keep you close though, and enjoys holding your hand more and anything.

behind closed doors shes a little bit bolder, but still shy overall. she’s not sure if she’s moving too fast for you so she waits until you initiate any type of physical contact, then takes it from there herself. it took her a long time before she managed to get the courage to kiss you tbh

one time when you two were in her office, amber walked in on you “distracting” jean from her work.

“y/n, i have to get back to work, please,” jean adverted her eyes from your gaze, embarrassed. she kept looking at the door, mentally asking herself if the door was locked or not and getting more nervous as the seconds passed.

you sat straddled on the young womans lap, her hands loosely placed on your hips. holding her face in your hands, you guided her face back to yours. “you work for way too long,” you frowned. “and i’m bored. there’s nothing to do in here.”

“the library is just across the hall—“

“if i read another book my brain will implode.” jean sighed and shook her head.

“please indulge in me just this once? please jean?” she stared at you blankly, her resolve quickly deteriorating. a couple of kisses couldn’t hurt, could it? she looked up at the clock in the corner of the room, then back at you.

sighing for the umpteenth time that day, she nodded. “just for a little while-“

before she could finish speaking, you pressed your lips to hers hurriedly, not wanting to waste any time. jean barely ever separated herself from her work, and refused to accept help from anyone else. you almost never had time alone with the acting grand master— you weren’t going to miss your chance now.

the kiss was not heated whatsoever, just very.. clumsy. and needy. on your part, at least. jean tried her best to slow you down, gripping your hips as her face heated up.

“jean, lisa needs you for somethi- oh,” amber nearly dropped the papers in her hands, immediately covering her eyes with it instead. you whipped your head around and stared at the girl wide-eyed before she spoke up again. “d-did i come at a bad time? i am so sorry, i’ll um. i’ll go now.”

jean couldnt look her in the eyes for WEEKS

it was painful

but overall, she likes physical affection, shes just nervous :,)

amber

amber LOVES touching you!! she’s 100% okay with pda. she isnt as forward as maybe kaeya or lisa, but she’s still rather bold. sometimes she forgets youre in public too, which ends up drawing a lot of attention to the both of you.

when you two go out on dates she is always touching you. hand in hand, arm around waist, whatever. theres always some type of physical contact, no matter what.

it’s so PAINFULLY obvious that you two are dating but for some reason she didn’t think that anyone knew ?? one time huffman saw yall kissing in an alleyway u really aren’t slick🤨

she loves cheek and forehead kisses, but likes receiving them more than giving really. shes a hyper one, and these kisses fluster her enough to make her quiet down. ( it’s so cute )

she often picks you up to hug you, spinning you both around in circles in an almost bone crushing hug. other than those times her hugs are really soft, but the energy is still there. ^^

have i mentioned that she is affectionate?? because she really is. she does respect your boundaries though, but if you feel uncomfortable you’re going to have to speak up on it because she won’t notice.

in private her clinginess is amplified by 10.

“i’m trying to cook, amber,” you mumbled, struggling to stir the paste sauce in the pot. all you were trying to do was make dinner for the two of you, but around 5 minutes ago she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your arms and torso. you could feel her bury her face further into your back.

“mhm, and it smells really good too,” she hummed. you groaned, and she just giggled.

“i’ll be done in like, 20 minutes, amber. you can hug barron bunny in the meantime,” you tried to pry her arms off of you but she started whining.

“that’s too long.”

“no, it isnt,” you turned around with a spoonful of pasta sauce, motioning for her to open her mouth. she slurped the sauce and gave you a thumbs up.

“see? its good, right? well it wont get much better if you keep clinging to me so much,” she stayed quiet, but at least loosened her arms around you so that it was easier to move. you lightly patted her hand. “thank you.”

“whateverrr,” she drawled, and you couldnt help but laugh.

the pasta was in fact very good

in the end, shes the exact opposite of jean, and youll need to slow her down a lot :,)

albedo

as far as physical contact goes, it’s literally the last thing you will ever find on his mind. he’s too caught up with other things to think about physical affection

he does love you yes, but he doesnt show it through physical means. he does more gift giving, like when he sees a pretty flower that reminds him of you while going out to find starsilver shards.

if you want a hug or anything out of him you’re going to have to initiate it first— it’s foreign territory, and it’s not something he’s particularly interested in, so he doesnt feel the need to indulge in it

however the first time you two cuddle you can tell that he’s hooked. and he does a terrible job at hiding it.

now, he insists that you sit in his lap while he is taking notes because it “helps him focus better” and because “he’s so lonely”

we all know that aint true lmfao

he also really likes it when you play with his hair. please play with his hair, especially when you want him to get away from his studies. physical contact is completely foreign to him so something as simple as a scalp massage will make him melt 🛐

whenever he refuses to get away from his work, sucrose always asks you to step in because he wont listen to her

“y/n,” sucrose quietly approached you as you conversed with kaeya. you turned to her and nodded, albiet a bit concerned. sucrose never really needed you for anything, what did she need now that she couldn’t do herself?

kaeya took this as his sign to leave, but not before giving you a quick pat on the head. “yes, sucrose?” you said. “did something happen?”

she nodded meekly, watching kaeya walk off. a little bubble of guilt formed in her stomach from interrupting. “ah, i need your help with something. you see, mr albedo has been doing research non-stop on a new thing that has caught his eye since yesterday afternoon. i’ve tried to get him to put his research on pause, but,” she adjusted her glasses. “he doesn’t listen to me. i was hoping if you could maybe convince him to take care of himself?”

you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. he was doing it again. but you couldnt really blame him, he was terrible at keeping his hyperfixations under control. “i’ll take care of him, sucrose. don’t worry.”

she visibly relaxed at your words. sucrose flashed you a smile of gratitude, then waved and walked off to finish her errands in mondstadt.

—

it didn’t take him very long to notice your presence behind him. you were practically glaring at him, but there was no true anger behind it. wordlessly, albedo turned around in his chair and looked up at you.

you crossed your arms. “albedo,” you started, and it took everything in him not to sigh at the inevitable lecture.

“sucrose sent you, did she not?” he propped his arm up on the armrest of his chair, leaning his face into his hand as he gazed at you nonchalantly.

“of course she did. why aren’t you taking breaks?” he turned his chair back around, but you sat on the desk he was working at. you placed your hand on top of his papers and he shot a glare at you. it didnt phase you in the slightest.

“i have work to do. it’s much easier to do it all at once than stop inbetween.”

“have you at least been taking care of your basic needs? when was the last time you ate, or drank water?”

your eyes softened when he looked away.

hopping off of the desk, you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his work ( gently, of course ). he barely protested.

you started muttering about how he needs to take better care of himself while pouring him a cup of water and making him a simple sandwich. he was a bit disappointed in himself for making you worry, and ate the food you gave him guiltily.

you pinched his cheek as he ate, giving it a light tug. he slapped your hand away playfully and a bit of the guilt he felt lifted when he heard your laugh. “i’m sorry you have to go through this for me.”

you shook your head. “you just need to learn how to stop yourself. you’re smart albedo, i’m sure you’ll figure it out in no time.”

he finished eating his food and, uncharacteristically, pulled you in for a hug. albedo rested his forehead against your shoulder, relaxing even further when you weaved your fingers through his hair.

“...i’m sorry, y/n.”

“stop apologizing.”

“okay. sorry. oh-”

you laughed.

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