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insomuse · 2 years

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Hello! if it's ok for you, can you write this but with Azul's version? he too deserve everything and I am willing to do anything for him♥️

I’ll do anything for you to see you smile.

You’ll go the lengths to make sure that he gets what he wants.

▸SFW. ▸GN! Reader . ▸Req?: Ehe~

A/N: is this much longer than it should be? Possibly… is it because I love Azul so much..? N— Next question—

𖥨• This man… he didn’t trust you?

He thinks you’re just pulling his leg when you asked him to be yours. Floyd and Jade are sus of you too. But it all comes to a halt a couple months later and the two of you are official.

But that little twinge of distrust still remains deep inside— You’re too nice.

𖥨• But listen, Azul’s business is plenty successful.

Infact, beforehand, the last 5 months before the two of you became official he had a bit of a rise. But now— it skyrocketed? He likes the money and people coming of course.. but so much students coming in every now and then? Especially the ones that would usually avoid Mostro Lounge?

Before Overblot:

𖥨• What really threw Azul(and I suppose the Tweels) off, was the amount of students coming for contracts.

The possibilities are endless to what he can obtain through these.

After overblot:

𖥨• People who just reached a certain amount of points redeem as soon as it hits the specific amount to consider a deal with Azul.

It’s a bit overwhelming, but on the inside, he’s truly happy that others aren’t as afraid to make deals and come to him willingly after everything.

Although it’s odd…. But he enjoys it- but.. *intense squinting*

𖥨• The whole time, you’ll always be praising him and his success.

His own little cheerleader.

He’s embarrassed, but appreciates it.

He does the little hide his blush behind his hand and he’s grinning like an idiot behind the hand and.. and his pretty Ceruleans twinkling with newfound happiness and love towards you.

Suspicion: FULLY CLEARED.

𖥨• He’s more accepting of the little gifts and notes of affirmations you bring him now. In his little office, he’ll carefully store each note into a journal.

He reads them when he has a particularly bad day.

𖥨• The Tweels find it odd. You. But they can’t do anything since Azul seems to be more open and fully accept the relationship you two have. If he’s “seemingly” no longer sus of you. Then they’re not sus of you. Well— Jade isn’t.. but Floyd— he wants to snoop and cause chaos.

𖥨• And that he does; he follows you throughout the day.

But nothing happens.

He’s bored.

Ew— You and Azul being cuddly and makin’ out.

Wait, no. Oho~ Azul is smiling. Like- smiling ,smiling. AND LAUGHING! AND- huh- what… what was that look you shot towards him? That look made the Floyd Leech.. feel a sense of dread. How could you know he was hiding in the bushes?!?? Maybe it was coincidence! You went back to lovin’ on Azul!

𖥨• Feels like centuries when you and Azul finally separated but now … he somehow lost—

“What are you doing?” Your voice nonchalantly pipes.

“Hah?”

“I won’t repeat myself.”

Now listen, what happened to the nice and always smiling Y/N? What is this scary lookin’ and glarin’ Y/N!?

“Ah, You’re a total Anglerfishy~!” The Eel is amused by this finding. He’s totally gonna tell Jade and Azul!

𖥨• “Hm, Floyd been missing for awhile..” Jade pointed out.

“.. He has. It’s not good for business.” Azul hummed.

“Maybe… he decided to take a spontaneous vacay.” Y/N smiled as they set down a platter of appetizers for the three.

𖥨• The Main and Vice housewardens lingered in thoughts before Y/N excitedly brought out a decent size box with the word donations prettily decorated on the front. “But lets worry about Ford later and lookie here!” They grinned. “I managed to chalk up some money for that new brewing machine you wanted, Azul! Plus some extra that you can put into savings!”

𖥨• Azul been smiling much more and subtle PDA towards you ever since.

Jade is shocked and surprised by how affectionate Azul could be.

It truly is such a blessing that you came into Azul’s life.

But…

𖥨• “YOU’RE DATING AN ANGLER FREAK!” The lounge doors slammed open with a disheveled Floyd.

𖥨• Respectfully (or disrespecrfully), the three welcomed the second Eel back and returned to cleaning up since Mostro was closed for the day.

Extra;

“You really should manage your time better, Floyd.” Azul lectured. “And stop making up such things.”

Jade tried to hide his laughter as he stood behind his boss.

Floyd is in disbelief. “It’s true! They were all ‘grr’ and wham and- and—“

Azul held up a hand and sighed, “ go get some rest, I have an important da- meeting to get to. We’ll talk later.” And he left.

“You truly are something, brother.” A strained Jade spoke up, wiping a tear away.

“Whatever, you’ll see one day… I need food right n—ow..” what? “What happened to my money?” Floyd stared at his now empty savings box.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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Unprofessional [pt. 1] /// Yandere Tendou x f!Reader

Summary: The new hire you’re supposed to be training at your office job is a little too attached for his own good…or yours. [Part 2]

A/N: Someone requested yandere Tendou and I was like !!! However when I wrote it, it turned out kinda long so I split it into 2 parts; I’ll answer the req when I post part 2. Anyway I’m obsessed with the concept of salaryman Tendou, please enjoy!

Tags/warnings: yandere, timeskip (Tendou is 22-23 in this), workplace/office setting, liberal use of “senpai”, alcohol, Tendou’s crackhead energy is toned down a little bit because of the setting [In part 2: smut, 18+]

You don’t really like Tendou when you first meet him.

Your first impression when your boss introduces the new employee is that he’s all talk and no substance. He’s been hired fresh out of university, and he’s got the stink of a former frat boy all over him—that baseless enthusiasm, chaotic goodwill and arrogance mixed together. That might have been your type when you were still sucking down cheap keg beer from red solo cups, but you’re two years into your career as a real grown-up adult now, and the cockiness that radiates off Tendou in waves is just…annoying.

Unfortunately, when your boss tells you to take the newbie under your wing, train him, and be his mentor, it’s not a request. It’s a demand. So you decide to suck it up. If you’re going to have to spend every second at the office with Tendou trailing after you like a baby duck, you may as well get used to him.

After a few weeks, you have to admit he’s not that bad. Sure, he’s not the best at respecting personal space, but how can you blame him? When he looms over you to reach for a file above your head for the nth time and traps you between his body and the cabinet, you finally lose your patience and snap at him to give you some space, but he looks so surprised and apologizes so sincerely that you can’t help forgiving him. You feel a little bad, even, when he explains that he’s never worked in an office before so he’s not used to all the rules that he’s expected to follow in a professional environment.

You can’t really fault him for that, especially when you’re the one who’s supposed to be teaching him these things. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything,” you tell him, and he perks up so quickly that you feel even worse for chewing him out in the first place.

The thing is, Tendou doesn’t really stop getting close to you once you chastise him. It just bothers you less. The dozenth time his hand lingers over yours while you’re passing him a document or he picks an invisible thread off your blouse or sits a little too close when you’re riding in the back of a taxi to a client meeting, you start convincing yourself that you’re overreacting. He’s probably not being that much more pushy than your other coworkers—you’re just more aware of him because you don’t know him as well.

And it doesn’t help that he’s tall, towering over you and pretty much everyone else in the office. The cheap suits he cycles through can’t quite conceal the hard lines of muscle underneath—oh, whoops. Now you’re the one crossing boundaries. Tendou is so big that you’re just…more conscious of his presence, right?

This is drilled into you one night after a marathon overtime session when you’re carrying a tall stack of boxes back to the archives. Maybe it’s because you’ve been at work for 11 hours, but the files feel like they’re filled with rocks, not paper. Your muscles are this close to giving out when Tendou appears out of nowhere to pluck the files out of your arms. “Here. Gimme, gimme, I’ll take ‘em.”

The way he carries the heavy boxes so effortlessly makes you kind of embarrassed at how much you’d struggled with them. “You’re pretty strong, hm,” you say absently. Oops, was that inappropriate? You don’t want him thinking you’re hitting on him or something.

“Oh—yeah I guess?” Tendou’s laugh (the one that used to grate on your nerves) sounds like he’s pleased with himself. “I go to the gym a lot.”

“Wish I could find the time. Or the discipline,” you reply as he replaces the file box in the archive room.

“Wow, senpai is calling me disciplined. My heart is pounding.”

His tone is sarcastic enough that you don’t think twice about the second part of his statement. “Don’t get too full of yourself. If you have the energy to go to the gym, you should spend that time double checking your expense reports before you submit them.”

“Ouch.” Tendou holds his hand over his heart in mock betrayal. “Targeting my weak points, how ruthless. But seriously, working out is second nature to me. Been doin it since I was a kid so it doesn’t take any kinda discipline.”

“Oh? Did you play sports or something?”

“Yeah…” Tendou’s voice trails off and when you pause from your task of organizing the files to look up at him, he’s staring directly at you. “…Used to play volleyball. Grade school through college.”

The way he’s looking at you, searching your face for something you can’t identify, makes you think this is more important than it seems. You tip your head to the side, waiting for him to continue.

“Our team in high school was pretty good,” he says slowly.

“That’s cool,” you say, turning back to the paperwork. “Did you ever play Shiratorizawa? They’re my old high school—I think their volleyball team went to nationals back in the day. I was never into sports though.”

A moment passes, and you frown. Did you say something wrong? But just before you’re about to change the subject, Tendou starts laughing. “Shiratorizawa? No, I don’t think I ever played them.”

Your laugh joins his a second late, although you don’t know why he thinks it’s funny in the first place. In the echo of your voices, you can hear how quiet it is in the archives. There’s something here you’re missing, but you’re not sure what.

Luckily enough, the somewhat awkward atmosphere doesn’t carry over to the next day. When you get into the office, Tendou is his usual clingy self, distracting you from your own work to ask you to teach him something and pulling you away when you’re talking to your coworkers so you can double check his emails before he sends them. If anything, he’s more attached than usual—when you go to a contract renewal negotiation with a client he insists on tagging along, so you let him after making him promise not to get in the way.

Of course he doesn’t keep his promise, but you end up appreciating his intrusion more than you could have predicted. The client is stubborn and rude until Tendou chimes in (much to your dismay, at first) with an offer to add on some oddly specific perks to the contract. You’re already practicing your apology speech to the boss in anticipation of losing the client, but to your amazement he agrees to Tendou’s terms and the deal is sealed, along with a healthy bonus for you.

You’re on cloud nine, practically skipping out of the building with Tendou at your side as you fantasize about what you’re going to do with the bonus after you split it with him. A weekend vacation out of the city? An online shopping spree? Some fancy dinners at five-star restaurants? Knowing you, the money will end up going straight to your savings, but you still can’t contain your giddiness. “How did you know he wanted that add-on? Seriously, I had no idea!”

“A guess! I’m good at reading people.” Tendou’s just as elated as you, pumping his fist and whooping like a kid as soon as you’re away from the client’s earshot. “Woohoo! Yay! Our first sale together!”

“A guess? You risked that huge contract on a guess?” You roll your eyes but you’re too excited to be mad at him. “Anyway, you don’t have to say ‘our’ first sale, I know it was all you. I’ll tell the boss you’re doing a good job.”

“No way, it’s ours! Both of us. Me and senpai.” Tendou’s hand reaches down and his fingers lace with yours, squeezing so tight his knuckles go pale.

The thrill of your success flickers as nervousness sets in. Is he holding your hand? “Tendou—“

“Senpaiiiii~” he says in sing-song, swinging your hand as you walk to meet the taxi and ignoring your meek attempts to pull away. “Didn’t I do a good job?”

“Y-Yeah. Good job, Tendou.”

Work friends. The two of you are work friends. Your boss passes all comments to Tendou through you (mostly things about how he’s good with clients and charismatic but needs to stop making minor errors on paperwork). When one of you is sick, your coworkers ask the other to pass on their good wishes. Tendou fits into his role at the office seamlessly, and you can’t say you don’t appreciate the fact that all of his good work is reflecting well on you.

So when his birthday rolls around two months after he’s hired, it’s up to you to plan the office drinking party (only after he complains to you about how he doesn’t have any friends since moving to Tokyo). You have the date you got from Facebook—May 20th—circled in red pen on your private calendar along with a little doodle of a birthday cake.

“What’s that?” asks one of your coworkers, pointing to the circle, as you flip through your agenda a week before the event.

“Tendou’s turning 23,” you tell him. “It’s a Friday, so some of us are going to go to a restaurant and drink a little. You’re coming, right?”

“Oh…yeah.” Your coworker scratches his head and clears his throat. “You guys are pretty close, huh. Um, I actually wanted to ask—you’re not together, are you?”

A chill runs up your spine. “Together? Who said that?” If this rumor gets around to your boss it’ll kill your career. These things always look worse for the woman than for the man. God, it was probably something Tendou said without thinking, he’s always talking about you and someone could easily misinterpret all that praise…

“Well, if you’re dating—“

“We’re not dating,” you say quickly. “We do a lot of work together because I’m training him, but it’s not like that.”

“Really?” Your coworker straightens and smiles. “Cause I was actually thinking of asking if you wanted to go out this weekend—“

“Senpai? Can you help me with this draft?”

Damnit, it’s Tendou getting in the way at the absolute worst time—especially considering he just had to come up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. Seriously, how many times do you have to tell him to stop doing that when you’re talking to someone else? You’re not sure whether to be irritated at him for cutting your coworker off, concerned that the other man won’t believe what you said about you and Tendou having a strictly professional relationship, or relieved that you don’t have to give an answer to what sounds like an offer for a date.

You cast an apologetic glance at your coworker and make your way over to Tendou’s desk, hoping against hope that the interruption doesn’t look too suspicious. You’d die if word got around to your boss that you were dating your mentee.

///

You’ve got this office drinking party thing down to an art. Step one is to load up on greasy appetizers that’ll increase your alcohol tolerance, step two is to drink plenty of water, and step three is to pour yourself a single drink early and take small sips.

There’s a step four, too: make sure no one else’s glass get’s below the 1/4 mark. Your boss and coworkers are a lot less receptive to how little you’re drinking when they’re all nice and tipsy. It’s a system you’ve perfected over the years, one that allows you to have fun with people from the office without risking making an ass out of yourself or getting a hangover (which, at 25, is a lot more unpleasant than it used to be).

You can’t count the number of times you’ve witnessed the awkward drunken escapades of your fellows, which range from the endearing (your boss crying over how much he loves his wife) to the awkward (coworker makeout sessions) to the potentially criminal (bar fights. So many bar fights). You’re happy to remain a neutral observer, and tonight is no exception.

The only problem is that Tendou hasn’t yet mastered the art of drinking lightly when you’re around people you work with, so now, at the end of his party, he’s (for lack of a better word) trashed. His cheek is mashed flat to the restaurant table like it’s glued there and his head is surrounded by progressive rings of bottles and cans. It’s some kind of miracle that he hasn’t yet gone to the bathroom to get sick.

“Sorry Tendou,” you sigh. “I should have been keeping a better eye on you.” You had no idea he’d get so drunk so quickly. Aren’t tall guys supposed to have high tolerance or something?

“Sssshenpaii,” Tendou slurs, hoisting his head off the table with that looks like Herculean effort. “I liiiike when…when ya look at me…”

“Ha, ha,” you say sarcastically.

Tendou’s head whips around. “Where’d everyone go?”

“They all left—now it’s time for us to go home too. Come on, I’ll help you get to the taxi.” You pay the bill (oof, there goes your petty cash for the week) and pull on Tendou’s shirt sleeve to get him to stand up. Luckily he’s just sober enough to realize what you want him to do and he follows you out to the street with an arm draped over your shoulders to steady his meandering footsteps.

The real trouble comes when the two of you are seated comfortably in the cab and the driver asks for Tendou’s address, which, apparently, he can’t remember. You do the sensible thing and look through his phone, but his own contact card provides no hint to where he lives in Tokyo, only a phone number, email, and address in Sendai which has to be his parents’ house—

Wait.

Tendou’s from Sendai?

You’re from Sendai. You didn’t know he was too. What a coincidence that both of you moved to Tokyo from Sendai. You’ve mentioned your hometown to him a couple times—how come he never told you he’s from the same place? You’re only two years older than him; maybe you’ve run across him in Sendai before the two of you started working together.

Now that you think about it, his face has always been kind of familiar…you thought it was just ‘one of those faces’, but…?

This isn’t the time to wonder, though. You poke Tendou gently in the side, careful not to jar him enough to risk any stomach upset. “Tendou? Do you remember what street you live on?”

After a long pause Tendou names a street, but it’s your company’s address which isn’t located anywhere near a residential district. When you tell him to think harder, he grimaces, lips pulling back to bare his teeth. “Don’ wanna go home…lemme sleep over at senpai’s house.”

“What? You can’t stay at my place.”

“Why noooot? ‘m tired,” he drawls, eyes closing as his head droops onto your shoulder in the back of the cab.

“It’s—it’s inappropriate—wait, no-no-no-no don’t fall asleep,” you tell him desperately but it’s already too late. A light snore filters out of him and you curse. “Tendou—“

“Address?” the cab driver barks insistently, giving you the stink eye in the rearview mirror.

Shit. Well, it is his birthday, you have a pull-out couch, and it’s not like anyone from the office is around to see you going home together. Tomorrow morning you’ll just have to give him a lecture about professional boundaries and make him promise not to breathe a word of this to your boss.

You give your own address to the cab driver. Tendou sleeps peacefully on your shoulder throughout the entire drive, rousing only when you whisper his name in his ear outside your building (which is a miracle, because you know without a doubt that you’re not capable of carrying him). When you get up to your apartment, you deposit him on the sofa bed and tell him not to look through your stuff while you brush your teeth.

Obviously, he doesn’t listen to you. When you emerge from the bathroom, Tendou is standing in the middle of your living room and turning the pages of an old photo album of yours.

“Hey, give me that.” You try to pull it away from him, but he doesn’t let go and his grip is stronger than yours, so the album remains firmly in his hands. “If you’re sober enough to mess with my things, you should go home.”

“This is senpai, right?” Tendou says, pointing to one of the photos.

Despite your exasperation, you lean in to take a look. It’s a picture from high school with you and some friends, all of you wearing your Shiratorizawa uniforms and grinning cheekily at whoever took the picture. Your fingers are cocked up in a peace sign. “Yeah? That’s me.”

“So cute…senpai is really cute…” Tendou’s long finger trails over the edge of your face though the filmy plastic covering the photo.

“Um…you need to get to sleep,” you say nervously, pulling a little harder on the album.

He doesn’t budge, instead just flipping back in the album to older pictures from when you were little until he stops at a photo of you and your younger brother in grade school. Against your better judgement, you frown and look closer to try and pick up whatever caught his interest in this particular image.

“How old…?” he asks.

“I don’t know, 10 or 11 maybe?”

Tendou nods. “When I met senpai…you were this old, yeah.”

“Jeez, you’re really drunk. We met two months ago, remember? I was on the interview board.”

“Yeah.” Tendou’s gaze is glued to the photo. “I was so sad, ‘cause senpai doesn’t remember me. But also really happy to see you after such a long time…I thought it was a dream…”

“Hm? I don’t get it.”

Tendou finally looks up from the picture and meets your wary gaze with those wide red eyes. God, you used to think his face was so creepy—lately you find his zealousness endearing, almost childlike, but right now? It’s making your feet itch how much you want to step away from him. “I was really hoping you would remember on your own, but I guess I’ll have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“How me an’ senpai met…”

Are you imagining it, or does his voice sound a lot less slurred than it did just 20 minutes ago? “You’re not making any sense.”

“Shh, just listen…your little brother played volleyball when you were kids, didn’t he?”

How did he know that? You nod hesitantly.

“Yeah…he was in my grade. He was a bad kid, y’know that? Always saying mean things to me.”

It’s true. Your brother’s always had a mean streak in him.

“He used to call me a monster. ‘Cause, y’know—“ Tendou taps a finger against his face. “Guess I look weird. And my name, too. So he said he didn’t wanna play with me. Demons can’t play on human teams. Every day, saying cruel things. I really hated him.”

Monster. Volleyball. Your little brother. Tendou Satori like the mind-reading spirits from folklore. Something’s coming to mind, a memory you haven’t thought about in years—no, decades.

Your little brother making fun of another kid. A tall kid with red hair in a bowl cut.

“I-I remember,” you stammer. “I came to his practice one time and you were there, right? That bowl cut kid was you. I got mad at him for calling you names and I yelled at him. That’s when we met?”

“Correct!” Tendou’s beaming like you just told him he won the lottery instead of recalling a random fifteen-year-old memory. “You made him let me play! I got to get on the court, and block him, and see his beaten face looking up at me. All because of senpai.”

You can play this off, you think to yourself. Tell him you’re sorry for how your brother treated him. Ask him why he never told you that the two of you have met before. Say something. Anything. But your mouth is too dry to let you speak.

“And, you know…” Tendou’s voice softens and a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I thought you were so cool. I couldn’t believe you were related to that jerk. Can I…tell you a secret?”

No. Deep down you know what he’s going to say, and you don’t want to hear it.

Tendou’s hand comes up to comb through your hair, gently pulling through the delicate strands next to your face and tucking them back so he can lean in and whisper into your ear (even though there’s no one else around). “I like you, senpai.”

Stop it. Stop it. Your blood feels cold in your veins.

“I’ve liked you ever since then. I used to wish we were in the same grade so I could be your friend and talk to you every day. Whenever we were in different schools I missed seeing you in the halls and hearing your voice when you spoke to other people.”

“Stop...stop talking,” you whisper, but Tendou continues like he didn’t hear you.

“Why’d you have to go all the way to Tokyo for college? In my third year at Shiratorizawa I studied for your school’s entrance exam forever, but I didn’t get in. Was too busy with volleyball, I guess.” He pauses. “Oh, by the way, I went to Shiratorizawa. I lied about that, sorry. But—seriously, d’you have any idea how hard it was for me when you were away at university? Not seeing the person I love for six years?”

Love, he said. You feel nauseous. “Tendou, you don’t—“

“Let me finish, okay senpai? You don’t know how much I’ve been through. Always having to respect your ‘personal space’—“ he frames the phrase in mocking air quotes— “when I need to touch you so bad I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

And then he’s hugging you into his chest, crushing your torso into his. You struggle and try to get him to let you go, but Tendou is so much stronger than you.

“You’re not that different from your brother after all, are you?” he hums into your hair. “You’ve been torturing me. You know how you lean over my desk when you show me something on my computer? I can…see down your shirt when you do that. And I smell your perfume. I spent two hours at the mall trying all the different perfumes so I could find the right one…thought my nose was gonna stop working! But don’t laugh—“

You’re not laughing.

“—the salesgirl looked at me funny but I got it eventually. Chance Eau Fraiche, right? I can’t believe how expensive that stuff is, what is it made of gold? It was worth it though! I saw this news article about how smelling things in your sleep can trigger memories, so I tried spraying your perfume on my pillow before I go to bed and now I get to see you at work and when I’m dreaming—”

“STOP IT!” Your slap echoes across the room with a resounding crack. You’ve never hit anyone before in your life, but your aim is good enough to leave Tendou staring with a shocked expression off to the side and a bright red mark on his face. His arms fall down from you and you back away from him, clutching your hand to your chest. “You need to get out. You’re drunk and you’re not thinking clearly. We...we can talk about this tomorrow, but right now you have to go.”

Your heart is beating like hummingbird wings, sending a flush up to your face that you know is visible. Tendou ghosts his hand over his cheek and is quiet for a long moment. “I wanted to do this the right way,” he says finally.

“What?”

“I tried. But you’re so obsessed with professionalism. You refused to see me like that,” he sighs. “You’re too responsible. Although it’s one of the things I like about you.”

“Please listen to me...” The psychological anxiety of this revelation is stirring up a primal fight or flight instinct, and you start backing up.

“I really wanted to treat you gently. You deserve to be treated well…”

“Tendou, wait.” How far are you from your bedroom? You don’t want to resort to hiding from him, but you’d feel a lot better with a locked door between you and him.

“…but senpai, I’ve waited so long. And it’s my birthday.”

Your hands scrabble for the doorknob, only—oh. He’s not just stronger than you, he’s faster too.

➠ [Part 2]

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yungbud · 3 years

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could we have a fluffy af sick or hurt yungblud and reader takes care of him? xx

A/N:There are a couple req that are technically ahead of this one, but I wanted to get something out considering its been a week and not coming up with elaborate sexy words is a surefire way to get something out. Enjoyyy

It was awful,

Dom had been sick for the last few days. Well, maybe not entirely awful. Was it rude to say that his sick, raspy voice is hot? Hm, well, it is. It still sucked though, you couldn’t even kiss him because you were worried you might catch whatever he had, you knew you had to be careful but it was so hard resisting the plushy soft pillows adorning his face. You’d almost slipped up and kissed him a few times, but he’d always turn his head to the side and let your lips land on his cheek.

He was hesitant to accept he was sick at first, pushing it off as a small cold, but eventually you and the boys managed to get him to lay down and rest for a bit until he felt better. He had kept you on your feet ever since then. You didn’t know if it was the ADHD or if he was messing with you, but every time you came back to the room with something he had asked for he was asking for something new.

“Baby?” Dom yelled from his room, your head snapping up from the box of records, trying to decipher which one he had been requesting.

“Yes, lovey?” You shouted back, turning your head to the side a bit as if it would help, your finger slipping between two of the records before pulling one up and deciding that must’ve been it.

“Could you get me some tea?” A smile crossed your face at another request. You made your way to the kitchen, pulling down a teacup as you began preparing the tea.

You didn’t mind, of course. You knew how much it sucked to be sick and wanted nothing more to help your boy, it only sucked that you couldn’t curl up with him when the requests were all done.

You wondered if maybe you might invite Tom and Adam over to help boost his spirits, steeping the teabags while staring lazily into the distance, glancing down to press the spoon against them, just the way he liked. Reaching over, you grabbed two sugar cubes before making your way back to his room, where he was laid up in bed like an inpatient.

Shooting him a soft smile, you placed the tea on his bedside table next to him, taking a seat at his feet, where you set the record on the bed.

“How you feel bub?’ You ask, grabbing his blanket and adjusting it over his feet.

“No, that’s keeping my temperature right.” He whines, his voice coming out like a croak.

“You sound like you’re cosplaying a frog.” You joke, uncovering his foot once more and giving it a light shove. You relished in Dom’s smile as he laughed for the first time in weeks, ending it with a cough.

“Don’t make me laugh.” He says, readjusting his head against his pillow. You realized his sick voice sounded an awful lot like his tired one, and you began to wonder if he’d gotten enough rest.

“How long did you sleep last night?” You question, your hand rubbing against his lower leg.

“I have no idea.” You pouted at this, Dom pouting back.

“That’s it. I’m coming up there.” You state, making it clear you were not up for debate. Dom lifted the sheets, too sick to fight you off anymore, and you slid beneath them, curling up to his inviting warmth. You figured the warmth wasn’t so inviting for him as it was uncomfortable, but it felt nice in contrast to the wintery cold wood floors.

Dom’s cheek rested against your forehead, his hand wrapping around your waist as the two of you enjoyed your first cuddle sesh in weeks.

“Now take a nap.” Your eyes trail down to his lips, a smile spreading across your own as his tongue pokes out at you.

#yungblud #yungblud fluff #yungblud fanfic #yungblud blurb #yungblud x reader #dominic harrison #dominic harrison fluff #dominic harrison fanfic #dominic harrison blurb #dominic harrison x reader

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lancermylove · 4 years

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Talented (HC)

Unbeknownst Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: Kei x Reader, Kokuyou x Reader, Sotetsu x Reader, Akira x Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: hi hi!! I love your bsts contains so much! can i req? kei,kokuyou, sotetsu,akira, and takami with a dancer/singer s/o. Maybe for the dance preferance is from matt steffanina-the box and for the singing chandelier-sia. Thank youu ,sorry if i ask to much👉👈 btw love you and keep going❤️❤️ ahh sorry i forgot you only allowed 4 character so sorry🙏🏼 you can put away takami if you want ( i’m the anon who asked s/o who can singing/dancing

A/N: Aww, ❤️ you too! I’m sorry for not doing both a singer/dancer s/o for all of them. ><

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Akira's shift had ended, and he was on his way to the locker room to get changed. Just as he was about to walk by the locker room, he heard a familiar voice.

Peeking into the room, he saw you singing your heart out. Akira was nothing less than blown away by your flawless vocals.

After singing for a bit, he watched you stretch and suddenly break into smooth yet powerful moves. His jaw dropped as his eyes stayed glued to your body.

When you finished rehearsing, you turned around and almost lost your balance. "A-Akira? How long have you been standing here?"

"Baby, you never told me you could dance and sing this well." He strolled into the room, flashing his signature grin.

"Uh w-well..."

"I want to collaborate with you sometimes." Akira smiled but sighed right after, "Too bad we can't perform on the Starless stage together. With our voices combined, we could blow away the audience."

Kei was surprised to hear music coming from the rehearsal room. He had checked the schedule a few minutes back, and none of the teams had booked the room. Quietly, he approached the room.

You were too focused on your dance steps to notice your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a smirk.

Kei's eyes carefully analyzed your body movements, transitions, and grace. Unbeknownst to you, your moves had left a great impression on Kei.

After you finished performing, the sound of clapping echoed in the rehearsal room.

"K-Kei?" Your cheeks turned red when you saw his expressions.

"Impressive." He spoke with a smile on his face, "How would you like to help me train some of the members of Starless?"

"Huh? M-Me?"

"You have quite the talent, and considering that those members dislike me, they would be more inclined to listen to you."

Kokuyou made his way to the rehearsal room after finishing a cigarette. He stopped at the door and raised an eyebrow after seeing you stretching.

The music started, and to Kokuyou's shock, you showed off some smooth moves. Almost in a trance, your boyfriend walked to you and joined you.

You almost stopped but seeing his expressions, you smiled and danced alongside him. The entire time he couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Why didn't you tell me that you knew how to dance?" He asked after the song finished.

"I didn't really think you would care."

"Hm...well, you were wrong to think that." He said in his usual cold tone, but this time around there was a hint of softness in his voice.

Though he didn't say it out loud, it was clear from Kokuyou's expressions that he was proud to have a talented girlfriend.

As you sang your heart you, Sotetsu quietly listened to you, making sure that you couldn't see him.

But when he heard you stop, he peeked into the room in time to hear the music start. You effortlessly swayed your body to the music, catching every beat the song offered.

A smile formed on your boyfriend's lips as his heart raced furiously.

After you finished, Sotetsu walked up behind you and wrapped his muscular arms firmly around you.

"Sotetsu! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?" You squealed, glaring playfully at him.

"I should be asking you that question." He whispered and smirked, "Your energy...your moves...flawless."

He watched your face turn several shades of red, "Babe, do me a favor. Don't let the other guys see you dancing like that."

"Hm? Why not?"

"I don't want them trying to steal you away from me."

#ty for choosing my faves (only kongou is missing)#bsts #blackstar theater starless #bsts akira #bsts kei #bsts kokuyou #bsts sotetsu

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nyxwordsmith · 6 years

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Logince where Roman breaks his arm and Logan is a nurse who just got a paper saying his first appointment fell out of a tree? Must be a little kid? Fluff. Or ill fite.

Okay, this is sickeningly sweet, considering the prompt, but I will DIE for Logince. FLUFF AND NOTHING BUT (free background Moxiety because why not?)

Warnings: Hospitals, Broken Bones, Blood Mention, Surgery Mention, Drugged Character,

Word Count: 2656 (Because of length, and the warnings, it’s under the cut.)

Taglist: @red-the-ruler (if you’d like to be added, feel free to hmu in my ask box)

When Logan Smith walked into work thatmorning, he had expected another fourteen-hour shift involving more blood andscreaming than any normal human should ever have to deal with. Didn’t help thathe seemed perfect for the Emergency Room. He was almost perpetually calm, even afterthat one tram crash…

Logan pushed the unpleasant memories away ashe stepped through the sliding doors, suddenly awash with the scent ofantiseptic and the chaotic sounds of the emergency room. But to Logan, it wasorder. Heart monitors, doctors barking orders, nurses hurriedly rushing hereand there. He could see beyond the chaos, to the order that was a hospital.

It never took him long to change, donning apair of scrubs and carefully pinning some of his hair back with a clip his friendPatton insisted he use. Logan did his best not to think about it too hard. Hewas going to buy a different one. He just hadn’t had the time. Obviously.

Pausing at the nurse’s station, he gave thereceptionist a small smirk. Virgil glanced up at him from behind his lashes,eyes already shining with a conspiracy and a tiny smirk curled onto his lips.

“Salutations, Virgil.”

The scrawnier man was already shuffling throughfolders on his desk, “Mornin’.” That tiny smirk just wouldn’t leave. Logan actuallyswore he saw it twitch, “How’s Patton?”

For a moment, Logan literally forgot about theChristmas party. The memory flashed through his mind and he barely hid his grinbehind his hand as Virgil blushed bright red.

“Fine, I believe.” Logan snickered, glancingdown a hallway and sweeping out of the way as a gurney and four nurses racedpast.

He took the moment to sober before turning backto Virgil, who had found the folder and was holding it out expectantly atLogan. That look in his eye was brighter now, his lip twitching evilly, “Fellout of a tree.” Virgil managed to keep his voice even, “Potential broken arm.”

Logan would never admit that he did actuallyhesitate when he reached for the folder. There was just something in Virgil’s eyes that made Logan uneasy. The only time herecalled this expression, it ended poorly for everyone.

Desperate to hide his unease, Logan flickedthe folder open, pretending to scan the information inside, “When are you goingto text Patton back?”

Virgil’s back shot straight, his eyes wide andmouth pressed into a thin line as his cheeks started to burn brighter. Revengesure was sweet.

He slumped again, eyes narrowed, “I’m gonna…soon…”He pouted slightly, taking a folder from another nurse and typing a few thingsinto his computer quickly.

Logan couldn’t help but snicker at Virgil, whoonly raised his eyes to the taller nurse, “Mm-hm.” He mused, still pretendingto read the information and flicking through it idly, “If you don’t hurry, he’sgoing to start spamming you.” Virgil shrank a little, “You left quite the positiveimpression.”

Okay, so maybe Logan didn’t want to grindVirgil into the dust entirely. He was one of the few people Logan could standin the entire hospital.

He actually perked up, eyes bright now withhope before he very quickly hid it, “Oh, yeah?”

“Mm-hm. Apparently you have lips like silk?”Virgil spluttered, hand flying over his mouth and eyes wide as his blush spreadover his entire face, “I have left my patient waiting long enough. See yousoon, Virgil.” Logan spun on his heel, gliding through the halls as he absentlylooked over the patient’s chart, deftly dodging rushing nurses and doctors.

He’d been able to read and walk since he was akid, and it was something he usually prided himself on. But Logan had developed a bad habit of forgettingto look over the patient’s actual identity.

And today he was gonna regret that.

“Hmm, potential fracture…” he mused aloud, “Fellout of a tree? Must be a kid.” He glanced up for only a second to locate theroom number, “No painkillers? Strange.”

He paused in front of the door, adjusting hisglasses as his pale blue eyes fell on the room number just above him. Quicklysnapping the folder closed, he reached for the handle and pushed the door open.

“Finally!”

That was nota child’s voice.

Logan had seen some strange things in his manyyears as a nurse. And yet he was nearly flooredthat a man like that had fallen outof a tree and broken his arm.

Laid out on a gurney, one arm dramaticallyflung over his forehead and the other carefully braced over his chest, was oneof the most fit looking men Logan had ever seen. And for once, Logan cursed howgay he was.

It didn’t help when his patient let the handon his face fall away.

Bright, piercing green eyes met Logan’s,glittering with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. Logan had to clearhis throat and tear his eyes down to the manila folder in his hands. There itwas, clear as day:

Patient:Roman Prince

Age:28

Gender: Male

The rest kind of fell away, “Roman Prince?”Logan cursed the slight waver in his voice as he forced his suddenly heavy feetto move to the side of the room.

“That is I.” With his free hand, he gesturedto his chest and flinched slightly when he brushed his arm. He gave Logan aslightly watery smile that was meant to be confident.

The nurse’s eyes flicked from the slightlypained expression on Roman’s face to his arm and back, “Do you need somepainkillers?” he tried to put the manila folder down on muscle memory.

And he missed, stumbling a little beforecorrecting himself. Stop staring, and doyour job. Your patient is clearly in pa-

“Not really.” Roman answered with a nonchalantshrug of his other shoulder, “Broke a leg last year. Kind of adjusted.”

At that admission, Logan’s eyebrows rose, “Youbreak bones often, Mr. Prince?”

Roman scoffed, still moving too much for hisarm. He only winced slightly, “Roman, please.”He gave Logan a half-smile that nearly melted the nurse into his shoes, “And,um, maybe?” he chuckled.

Logan couldn’t help but sigh, “And why wereyou in a tree, M- Roman?”

A brighter smile spread on his patient’s facewhen Logan used his first name, “Well,” he tore his eyes away to look at thedoor, “I must admit,” he ran his hand through his hair, “I may end up in treesmore often than the average man.”

Logan snickered, barely catching it with hishand and trying to hide it by clearing his throat. Roman glanced sidelong at Logan,his green eyes sweeping the nurse up and down as Logan tried to composehimself. He managed to look away before the nurse got himself together, “Haveyou received an x-ray yet?”

Roman sank back into the pillows, “Nope. You’rethe first person I’ve seen since I was taken out of the ambulance.” He sighedwith an eye roll, “I really didn’t needan ambulance.”

Logan’s eyes widened, eyebrows rising as hemoved to the manila folder, “Are you implying that you would have driven to the hospital?”

A coy smile spread over Roman’s face, greeneyes sliding to meet Logan’s sidelong. Logan’s gay brain betrayed him again,his cheeks flushing, “Maybe.” His voice was just low enough, just teasingenough for Logan’s breath to catch in his throat.

Once more, Logan had to hide it with a hardcough, “For one, I am grateful that someone called an ambulance for you.” One of Roman’s dark eyebrowsarched, “At least we aren’t treating you for vehicular accident trauma.”

The nurse immediately regretted the words. He hadlearned over the years that words like that were-

A hearty, strong laugh interrupted Logan’s thoughtsas he remembered to write in a request for an x-ray in the folder. It didn’tactually do much to hide his blush, but hopefully it would hide the fact hewasn’t breathing right.

Virgil’sgoing to notice how shaking my handwriting is….crap.

“Ah, but that would give me more time withyou.”

If Logan had been a computer, the error soundwould have resounded. As it was, as a human, he froze. He could hear his bloodpounding in his ears, face flushing red, but he was too busy attempting toprocess what had just been said.

After what felt like an eternity, Logan straightenedand nervously adjusted his glasses, “R-roman, I need to req-request an x-rayfor your arm.” He took a deep breath to steady his breathing, but his patientwas giving him a look that made it nigh impossible, “I will be right back totreat your scrapes.”

Roman held Logan’s gaze, eye’s half-lidded,that sly smirk still spread over his face. There was something like triumphglittering in his eyes, and he slowly licked his lips before he answered, “Dohurry back.” He teased, “It gets awful lonely in here.”

Logan hugged the folder, squeaked his responseand practically sprinted out of the room. When Virgil caught of him back at thestation, he started cackling.

Okay, maybe Virgil won this round.

Considerably more composed, Logan returned tohis patient’s room. Roman had his head tilted back, eyes closed, looking surprisinglyrelaxed for someone with a broken arm over his chest. With no painkillers.

Logan swallowed nervously as he moved aroundto a small first-aid station, sifting through the various drawers for wipes,dressings and scissors. He couldn’t get the images of Roman’s smirk and now hisrelaxed expression out of his mind.

“You’ve returned.” Roman’s voice was deep fromfatigue but still teasing and warm, “Have you come to treat my wounds?”

Logan nodded, trying desperately to return histypically professional demeanour, “You will be going for an x-ray before I’mfinished, but you’ll be returned so I can continue.”

When Logan turned, a pair of scissors in onehand and dressing in the other, Roman was smirking up at him again, “Hmm, youmake it sound like a date.”

Logan barely managed to keep himself fromgetting flustered again, sweeping to Roman’s side and focussing on the cuts. Hewas not thinking about how darkly tanned his skin was. Or the multiple littlescars that dotted this side of his face. Or the way Roman was trying to smothera grin.

“I would recommend some painkillers before thex-ray.” Logan once more attempted to pull his professional mask back on, “Theywill be moving your arm about quite a bit.”

His patient was quiet for longer than Loganhad expected, and he realised Roman had paled slightly, looking grimly to thedoor.

“Roman?”

“Hm? Oh, my apologies. I, uh,” he cleared histhroat, “I’ll take you up on that actually.”

Logan gave him a practiced smile, movingaround the bed to collect what he’d need to administer it to Roman. As he waspreparing the painkiller, an almost evil thought occurred to Logan, and he wasglad he had his back to his patient.

The grin that broke out onto his face wasalmost sinister.

But when he turned to Roman, he was the epitomeof professional calm. Roman eyed him carefully, looking a little lesscomfortable as Logan sat himself on a stool by his side, “Nervous?”

Roman chuckled nervously, “Mm-hm.”

“Don’t be.” He felt the corner of his mouthtwitch as he offered Roman a small green whistle, “I’m sure a healthy, strongman like you can handle a little analgesic.”

Roman’s eyes blew wide, he spluttered and itwas Logan’s turn to take in Roman’s flustered expression. Seeing him stunnedinto blushing silence was more satisfying than he’d expected.

Logan grinned, turning his head to hide itquickly, and started patching up a graze on his thigh. Obviously moreaccustomed to flirting, than being flirted with, Roman was silent as he drew inmore from the whistle.

Turned out, Roman needed a little surgery toreset his arm. And he’d broken a few ribs. So, Roman was going to spend more time in the hospital than originallythought. All the same, Virgil made sure Logan was assigned to his room.

On his rounds, Logan dropped into Roman’s roomand was surprised to find him awake, if not a little groggy from the anaesthetic.“Roman?” he called softly as he entered the room, giving Roman a small smile ashe slowly turned his head.

Another man stepped out of the nearbybathroom, his eyes bloodshot and expression full of worry. Logan thought hisheart dropped into his stomach.

“See!” Roman cried suddenly, his free armpointing excitedly at Logan, “I told you, Thomas!” he slurred, “I have a prettynurse!”

Logan’s back went straight, Thomas’ eyes blewwide, and Roman giggled to himself. Before Logan had a chance to apologise orexplain the effects of the drugs Roman was under, Thomas threw his head backand started roaring with laughter.

“Yes, Roman, you do.”

Roman wriggled happily, making a tiny squeakingnoise of pleasure, grinning to himself.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas once more beat Logan tothe punch, “This moron is my brother.” He hitched a thumb as Roman let his headfall back onto the pillow, “He hasn’t upset you, has he?”

Relief flooded Logan, “Not at all.” The knowinglook Thomas gave Logan made him smile a little wider, “Has he complained ofpain-“

“Thomas…” Roman whined, head lolling slightly,“I wanna talk to my pretty nurse.” He pouted at him and Thomas snickered, “Give‘im back.”

Logan sighed, giving Thomas an apologetic lookand receiving one in return, with a smirk and shake of his head. Logan steppedover to Roman’s bedside, “I hope you know that flirting with nurses can get youin trouble?”

Roman’s grin grew, “But you flirted back.” He whispered loudly, grinning brighteras Logan’s blush crept up his neck.

Logan cleared his throat, trying to ignore thatThomas was still in the room, “Shh.Secrets, Roman.” Roman giggled, nodding, “How are you feeling now, though? Nopain?”

It took Roman a few moments to formulate ananswer, “Not really.” He shrugged with his good shoulder, “But…I am sad.”

Logan tilted his head slightly, eyebrowsfurrowing, “And why is that?” the nurse decided to humour him as he checked theIV bags by Roman’s side.

“Because I wanna ask you on a date.” Thomasspluttered as Logan froze, “But my mouth won’t listen to my brain.”

“Alright, big guy,” Thomas swept to Logan’srescue and giving the nurse an apologetic smirk, “You should get some sleep,huh?”

“But-“ Roman whined and Thomas shook his head.

Logan finished up as Roman huffed and pouted,but started dozing off all the same. Thomas followed Logan out of the room.

“I’m so sorry.” He shoved his hands into thepockets of his jeans, “He’s such a moron.”

Logan smiled, “He is also drugged to highheaven. I can’t hold it against him.”

Thomas eyes twinkled with an unspoken joke,something Logan recognised from Patton, “I hope he wasn’t too much before.”

Again, Logan shook his head, “Some patientsare known to flirt under stress.” Logan shrugged, “Makes them more comfortable.”

Thomas snickered, “I can assure you, that is not Roman.” He quickly glanced aroundthe hall, “Last time he wailed out Agonyfrom the musical.”

“Oh.” Logan’s traitorous heart started toflutter, “Thomas, would you be kind enough to do me a favour?”

When Roman woke up later, groggy and confused,he was saddened to hear that he’d had to go into surgery. And that his ‘prettynurse’ had been put onto a different room.

In an attempt to cheer up his brother, Thomas pointedout something on Roman’s cast.

There, in pristine dark blue print, was thename Logan and a phone number. Thomashad never heard his brother squeal so loudly.

#fluffy goodness #logince #background moxiety #roman sanders #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #nurse!logan #patient!roman #hospitalau

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