Idk When Nattsun Said Purple Eyes But Wait.

engraved on skin and bone

▸ michael kaiser x reader

▸ almost 1k words

▸ established relationship, heaps of comfort fluff and physical affection, warnings: mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

you know kaiser better than himself, and kaiser finally figures out that he knows you just as well

kaiser wakes like he’s gently being pulled out of water. he blinks a few times to rid himself of the drowsiness, though he can’t seem to move with the weight on his chest. you come into view through his half-lidded eyes, the outline of your form glowing with the light coming from the television. your arm is draped over his stomach to mindlessly trace the inked vines and thorns that climb up his skin, your touch so soft yet mildly electric.

“tickles,” he mumbles, shifting slightly to pull his other arm out from under you. it’s gone numb by now, and he briefly shakes it before setting it down on the top of your head.

you pull your attention away from the screen to look at him, smiling when his palm strokes down the back of your head and the length of your spine. “did you have a good nap?”

“was i out for long?” he says, voice still slightly hoarse.

you hum, the reverberations of your ribcage extending to his. as the sleepiness wears off, your glistening skin comes into focus. “i finished two episodes while you slept.”

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okay but like what do we think about tutor!karasu who literally HATES being a tutor. like he hates it so much bc he thinks he’s too good for it 💀 is only in it because it’ll look good on his uni applications

he hates coming in every thursday so so much— one day though, they change his schedule and he has to come in on wednesday where he runs into you!! and he fucking hates you too 🤷‍♀️

you’re really smart, and you’re probably a bit smarter than him, so why are you even here? the answer he would expect is same as him, for job applications or whatever. but when he asks? you say it’s because you love tutoring. karasu is like.. pause.. what?

he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t get you. he’s so confused by why you willingly choose to surround yourself with idiots. it’s sickening and he thinks you deserve better— he thinks you should hang out with him instead

so karasu keeps coming in on wednesdays to tutor with you, consistently trying to convince you to quit— until one day he realises that for the first time, he’s actually looking forward to work

ʙʟʟᴋ #13 | ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ ♥

HAPPY INCREDIBLY LATE VALENTINES!! 💛💛💛

I’VE BEEN SUMMONED DID I HEAR KARASU?? pls he’s so precious to me 🥺🫶 he’s such a little shit i feel it in my bones. (my fave trope with him is def academic rivals to *wink wonk* more but regardless) you totally have one of those relationships where you just playfully roast each other and purely communicate in jabs. you’d think he actually hates you, but if anyone else talks shit about you he’s quick to brutally cut them down bc “‘m the only one who gets to badmouth you, kay, my sweet little nemesis?” he’d TOTALLY call you shit like that to piss you off i wanna kick him with my mouth. “my precious headache. my loveliest irritation. my most beloved torment.” it’s never your name, only my, my, my and whatever he decided to annoy you with that day. and you’re confused, because you know him in a very specific context due to the nature of your whatever-ship, but you don’t actually know him because you’ve never once had a serious conversation with him ever. and you think it’s time you change that. “if you’re free this weekend, let’s get milkshakes. my treat.” and karasu already has that permanent smirk curving on his mouth. “what’s this, my prettiest groupie? that desperate for company?” “if you keep being an ass i’ll invite someone else on a date.” and for the first time, you’re able to knock that smirk right off his face and render him into a wide-eyed, flustered mess. because he’s like oh. oh. a date. you’re actually serious. and he’s liked you for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself, or his arms, but he knows he’s blushing profusely and you look all smug, but for once he’ll let it pass because he’s been horrendously and painfully flirting with you for the past year and holy shit you just asked him on a date. he’s a dork underneath all that sass and brains i KNOW HE IS

DIZZY DIZZY DIZZY <3333 guhh you do not know how much i enjoy academic rivals to lovers i eat that shit up so hardd and god with karasu it's even better. when he started calling you things like "my sweetest inconvenience" it started off as a joke. he enjoyed the way your brows knitted together at the sound of his voice, the irritated twist of your lip and he loves when you quip back.

but as it carries on, he realizes that while he's been teasing you through the my, my, my game, he's started to truly desire you for himself. he wants to call you his. you're mine. he wants it. wants it more than anything. imagine a rivals to fwbs plot where after he's realized his feelings, you get heart broken by the person you love, and he makes himself available to you as a vice, to vent out your frustrations on and to help you feel good.

he can handle it, he thinks. he's smart, has control over himself. he'll be fine.

but as he cups your face in his palm, grazing your cheek with his thumb, looking into your tear-filled. discontented eyes as he says, "'m sorry 's how it turned out for ya, my sweet." he stuns himself with the fact that he didnt add any more to it. my sweet.

my sweet what? everything, he thinks later, after you're gone and he's all alone in his bed again. arms crossed behind his head, the sheets bunched up around him smelling of you. you're my sweet everything.

and he wishes so badly for you to feel the same about him. maybe he cant handle it, after all.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣

rainy days with Trickstar heacannons (GN reader)

cws: none

notes: it has been raining a lot. so why not make some hcs??? (i hope someone noticed an NCT lyric as the title)

𝙃𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙖

i feel like he’d stare at the sky for a while before realizing that it rained lol

but when it finally started sprinkling, he would pull you by the wrist to go find shelter quickly

you guys settled at a small cafe, ordered some drinks and just chatted while watching the rainfall

if you started to feel cold, he’d give you his jacket cause he’s such a gentleman <3

hokuto would definitely scold you if you decided to go out and play in the rain because bro did NOT want you sick

even if you getting sick meant that he could spend more time with you…

but in case he foresaw that it would rain, you two would just be walking under an umbrella while you hold onto his arm

then suddenly you guys are walking in slow-mo while music starts to play

just like a k drama fr

kidding on that last part… hehe

𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝘼𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞

you two would definitely play in the rain… it’ll be his idea

subaru would get really excited when it rains too! he likes to look at the pathways and roads that became shiny and glossy from the rain

he’d also try to catch some raindrops on his hands as well

you guys would probably run to the nearest playground and just hang out on the swings while you watch it rain

and maybe even chase each other as well it would be super duper fun

if you didn’t feel like playing out in the rain, he’d probably bring you to a small place with shelter to just admire the precipitation and well… to just talk about idol work and stuff

needless to say, even if you did play in the rain, both of you would definitely get sick and just cuddle and nap to pass time

it was both of your guys’ fault…

he initiated and you agreed

(worth it)

𝙈𝙖𝙤 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖

another guy who would be distracted to realize that it was raining

just when it started POURING

mao would take off his jacket and cover both you and himself with it while just running to his house or a nearby shop

but let’s say you two reached his house

both you and mao would be totally drenched, poor you having no clothes to change into

so… he’d hesitantly offer you some of his own clothes for you to get into while he gives you a hair dryer to blow your hair

mao would also offer you snacks to eat while you both just watch TV or the downpour that caused you to get stuck here with him

if it’s getting late and you didn’t want to go back, there is a chance that he’d let you stay for the night! (my heart can’t take this)

in conclusion, rainy days with mao can be really fun

you two were just stuck to each other for a whole day basically

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙪𝙪𝙠𝙞

makoto would know if it would rain or not

bro always checks the weather before leaving the house istg

if theres more than a fifty percent chance of raining, makoto would bring his umbrella juussttt in case

then the sky started raining 💀

he opened the umbrella quickly while you two continued to walk to your destination where makoto just hold you tight with one arm while holding the umbrella in the other <3

it would be so romantic ngl

(another k drama moment)

once you get to your stop, you two would just carry on with your day as normal while he just wipes his glasses with his shirt because I KNOW there would be some droplets on water that got on the lenses

you’d just admire the no-glasses makoto in front of you

he’d be so confused why you’d just be staring at him lol

10/10 experience i love him

-;, your place ; reo mikage > in which, you’re kind of sick of everyone but him.

you don’t think you’re built for parties.

the music is far too loud. the people are unfriendly and cliquey. the air is thick and humid with conversation and meaningless chatter. and there’s one thing that really, really makes you hate parties: your stupid, extrovert boyfriend.

mikage reo, who is probably too social for his own good, sits in the living room of his house. there’s a flock of people surrounding him, all seemingly invested in whatever story he’s telling.

you’ve gone to the kitchen to grab something to drink for the both of you, squeezing through the crowd to the smaller space. you could still see reo from where you stood, though, and you took a moment to admire him: the way the dim lighting still made him glow like a star, and the way a grin splits his pretty, pretty face whenever someone says something funny.

you lean against the kitchen counter, suddenly feeling very small. the lights that make your boyfriend glow make you feel exposed, and the jokes and conversations of the partygoers around you feel like stones being hurled.

you think you’re frowning now but you’re too overwhelmed to tell, and the music must be getting louder because your head pounds. and then you catch sight of reo again as he turns his head to someone seated next to him- where you were sitting- a pretty girl with perfectly curled hair and a honeyed pout that makes you sick.

the waves of people surge and buzz around you as you see him returning her smile. you’re too engrossed in your own thoughts to notice how it’s a tight, polite expression, out of obligation rather than anything else. but it’s enough for you.

the room is so stuffy that you think you might pass out, the air is sucked out of you, and you’ve got to go or you’re sure that you’ll throw up. leaving the two cups on the counter, you brush past the crowds and cliques and make your way to the master bedroom. you’re familiar with the place- it’s reo’s apartment. it might as well be your own.

a couple is pressed against the wall of his bedroom, where they definitely are not supposed to be. they make a face at you as you raise your tired eyebrows at them, and they scurry away as if you’re the one in the wrong. they close the door behind them and it’s finally quiet again. a breath of air floods your lungs and you can finally feel it all- how your heartbeat was racing, how your palms were sweating, how your head was spinning- you felt nauseous.

yeah, parties definitely weren’t your scene.

as you catch your breath, taking a seat on reo’s overpriced bed, a nasty thought enters your head: that girl was probably better for him than you were.

the music pulsed through the walls and you blink, contemplating this idea. she was radiant, like him, she was smiley and sunny and she could actually hold her own at parties. your headache gets worse and you wish you’d brought your drink with you.

you could almost laugh at how pathetic you feel, in that very moment: you’re sitting alone at your boyfriend’s party, while he’s surrounded by people who aren’t you. it takes everything in you to not scream into his pillow.

you’re still spiraling just a little when the bedroom door creaks open. a familiar face appears, and the door clicks shut behind him. before you can say a word, reo is already sitting close to you, his hand warm against your back.

he’s so close that you can feel the dip in the mattress beneath his weight, and you allow yourself to fall into him. effortlessly, gently, he pulls you close to his chest. you feel the way he breathes and you feel the vibrations of his voice.

“hey, what’s wrong? you can talk to me, you’re okay,” you think you can discern. he says more but it’s lost on you, and you just stare dumbly. his arms wrap around your waist and they’re so warm. your head finds its way to the crook of his neck and his fingers card through your hair.

“did something happen? what happened?” reo tries again, and suddenly you’re even sicker because you can feel the concerned gaze that he burns into you, and you can practically see his furrowed brows and the worry painted on his features. and now you’re even more convinced that you don’t deserve him.

because nothing had happened. you were just being lame and pathetic, and you were ruining his night because of it, too. you exhale and untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s hold, scooting away on his bed. you try not to pay attention to the hurt look on his face.

"it's all fine," you mumble, "i'm sorry."

reo stands up so he's next to you, and he takes your hands in his. "why are you sorry? you didn't do anything, okay? you're okay. just tell me what's bothering you, yeah?"

it's times like this you hate how utterly persuasive reo can be, because before you know it you're sitting down again, back flush against his as he rubs soothing circles onto your arm. he holds you tight, and his pulse reverberates against your ribs.

you'd like to try to protest again, but you're pretty sure he'd just find another way to get you down again. and you would try to bite your tongue, but something about how gently he has you makes you fold.

"i'm sorry," you're apologizing again, and reo moves to say something but you keep going, "i didn't mean to be all.. gross and emo. i just felt so, like, cramped, and i really, really didn't feel great- and it's not your fault, but that girl you were sitting with, and i dunno, i felt like.. yeah."

you fiddle with your hands and refuse to meet reo's gaze, feeling even smaller and even lamer, if that was possible. but then his hands are on your chin and he tips your face toward his.

reo's eyes are one of your favorite things about him, and you can see them so clearly now. the world falls silent, save for the dull thumping and quieted chatter of people on the other side of the bedroom door and your hushed breathing. you think you'll forever be enamoured and astounded by just how much he can convey through his eyes. right now, you can see it plainly- the unadulterated love that shines like diamond behind his gaze.

"i thought i already told you, baby, you've got nothing to be sorry for." and just like that, you're breathless again, but for a different reason.

"i'm sorry i didn't notice you weren't feeling the best," he continues, fingers running across and your jaws and traveling to your cheeks as if trying to erase the exhaustion from your skin. "you're so much more important to me than some party, yeah? i wish you'd just come to me."

he hums contemplatively as he continues to trail his hands across your face. the way he touches your skin- like it's made of glass, so fragile that it might break- makes you feel like the most special person alive. and, you think, to reo that might be true.

"we should leave," he suddenly suggests, "your place?"

you blink. "this is your party."

"so?"

"you can't just, like.. leave."

and then he smiles at you in that stupid, stupid way he does, and it's like the ceiling has folded open to reveal the stars shining down on you. "watch me."

and he's pulling you up off the bed, and rushing you through the swaths of people. you hear a few calling out reo's name but if he also notices, he pays them no mind. before you know it, the both of you are in his car, laughing and out of breath.

"oh my god," you manage to get out, "you actually hit the guy."

"it was an accident!"

"he's gonna wake up all bruised and sad, and it'll be all your fault."

reo shrugs and cracks a sly smile. "his fault for being in my way."

you thump him on the shoulder and he laughs as you bite back your smile. "seriously. and are you sure it'll be fine if you leave? what if they blow up your apartment or something?"

"don't worry, babe. isagi and nagi and everyone's still there, they'll deal with it. and barou."

"barou's there? that's all you needed to say."

"yeah, nothing's getting fucked up on his watch."

"except for you when he finds out you left him to deal with your shit."

reo gives you a look. "i could take barou."

"i'm sure you could, babe."

"like you have room to talk, ms. 'gross and emo.'"

"...that was a low blow."

"i'm sure it was, babe," reo mimics your previous wording, eliciting a string of giggles from you. your boyfriend's gaze never leaves you as you laugh.

the exhaustion and anxiety clinging to your skin had dried up like a summer stream. a familiar lightness follows you now, one reo would do anything to see, always and forever.

because you might not be built for parties, but you were definitely, absolutely made for him. that much, he was sure of.

(later, you ask about the girl again. reo blinks- he has no idea who you're talking about. maybe you were pathetic and emo.)

😉✨

eichi tenshouin x reader where reader is also sickly like him. they were once strangers until they both met in the hospital, their patient rooms only a few halls apart as their friendship grew even closer with every visit.

one day, eichi brought a bouquet of flowers as he looked forward to seeing you again; only to find the hospital room you once filled empty.

rises from my deathbed cutely

SoumaPs I think I can post smth today