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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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can you do a conrad x reader and he meets yn at one of his moms chemo sessions- yn being a cancer patient- always sitting with susannah because she’s always wanted a mother figure so she starts spending time at the beach house and conrad falls for her pls!!

electric touch - c.f

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conrad fisher x reader

a/n: wanted to get this right for you, hope you enjoy <3

when susannah was first diagnosed, she went through extensive amounts of treatment to try and beat the cruel disease. luckily, it eventually faded and left her alone. she was able to get more time with her boys, feeling strong in her ability to fight it off. only until it returned, but she fought through one more summer with her boys.

while she was in chemotherapy, she met a girl. her name was y/n and she had been diagnosed with her own cancer. susannah’s heart broke every single time she saw y/n. she was so young, and no one ever deserves to be put through that hell. when y/n was sat next to susannah for a treatment, they connected. she felt something with the girl, maybe her being so close in age to her boys. she can’t imagine not being there for them.

“i’m susannah,” she smiles gracefully at y/n who returned her own grin.

“i’m y/n,” she told. “it’s nice to meet you.”

susannah admired her positivity. it’s hard to be so optimistic in this situation and the room, surrounded by people who are held down by a vicious force of nature.

“you have a beautiful smile,” y/n said to susannah, causing her to awe at her and completely adore her. every time treatments came around again, y/n sat with susannah. they always wanted to sit with each other, sharing funny stories and eating the hospital popsicles.

“are you from massachusetts?” susannah asked.

“yeah, i’ve been here my whole life,” y/n said, taking a lick of her popsicle. “i’m here with my dad, my mom moved away. she’s not really a part of anything anymore.”

“does she know you’re sick?”

“yeah, she knows,” y/n’s expression changed so sadness. “there’s nothing she can do, you know?”

“i’m sorry, sweetie.”

“it’s ok,” y/n replied. “i’m glad you’re here, though.”

susannah beamed back at her, almost forgetting the situation they were in. y/n’s personality completely shined when she was with susannah. she was almost like her own mother, supporting her and being there for the good and bad news. y/n was there for susannah every day, doing random activities and just gossiping about. they eventually discovered that both of them usually spent summers in cousins beach, and they hoped they would see each other there.

susannah had finally been cleared, her cancer going away as she continued to live her wonderful life. she saw her boys every day, something to never take for granted. she thought about y/n a lot, messaging her on facebook to see her condition. soon after, y/n had pushed through her own battle, and she was cancer free. that summer, she swore would be the best of her life.

cousins was a great place. it was relaxing, it was an escape from all the chaos and haunting memories of her sickness. she felt like a kid again in cousins, she was happier than ever there. susannah was basically her mother at this point, talking to her more than her biological mother does. she was kind of like her best friend, the only one who truly understands how it is sometimes.

susannah had wanted to take conrad and jeremiah shopping, and she had laurel and her kids come too. they were all messing around in little gift shops, finding cute outfits for each other and susannah spoiling all of them. when she walked into a little boutique with stylish items for everyone, she could tell by the back of y/n that it was her. she was browsing around the comfortable cousins merchandise, feeling the soft fabrics and letters on the hoodies. y/n eventually turned around, locking eyes with susannah.

“y/n!” susannah shouted. “you look so beautiful!”

y/n reached in for a hug, holding susannah in her arms as susannah almost cried in happiness. “you look so pretty, susannah.”

“i’m so happy to see you! i was hoping we would bump into each other, but you look like you’re doing really well!” susannah placed a hand on her cheek.

“i feel good!” y/n added, holding onto her hand as she ran her fingers through her growing hair, just touching her shoulders now. “how are you, though, it’s been so long since i’ve seen you in person.”

“i know, it’s been a crazy year, but- oh!” she turns around to her boys, pulling them to her side. “these are my sons, conrad and jeremiah.”

she looks at jeremiah who has the same, bright smile on his face as his mother. he waves lightly, making y/n feel comfortable in him, like an old friend. when she looks at conrad, he’s slightly more smirky than jeremiah. he’s fully admiring y/n, hearing so much about her and finally meeting her. he never knew she was so gorgeous, wondering why his mom never told him.

when she held eye contact with conrad, y/n could sense herself getting more and more nervous. the back of her neck got hot and she wanted to make sure she looked good. conrad was really cute, and there was no denying that.

“this is my best friend, laurel and her kids,” y/n waved hello to belly and steven, who looked kind and lovely. belly was thrilled, hopefully being able to make a new friend who has the graciousness of susannah. “oh! you should come to our house tonight! connie and jere can set up the grill!”

y/n looked at the accepting smiles of her new friends. “i’d love to, susannah!”

that night at her own beach house, y/n picked out her best outfit, hoping to secretly impress the boys. she’s been so used to hospitals and staying home that being able to dress up for people felt like a relief. she formed two small braids on the top of her head, letting the rest of her hair down. she picked a pair of shorts and white corset top with small peach-colored flowers. she felt good when she looked in the mirror, confident and pretty. she added a few final pieces of jewelry and walked downstairs with her purse.

“hi, dad,” she said, walking up to her father who was in the kitchen. “i’m going to meet susannah and her family.”

“that’s great!” he replied, voice full of excitement. “i’m meeting up with some friends at the pub, but hey, have a good time, ok? if you need anything at all call me and i’ll bring you anything-“

“dad,” y/n giggles. “i’m fine, you need to have fun tonight, let loose a little?”

“alright, kid. i’ll see you later,” y/n then scurried out the door and into her car, driving anxiously to the fisher house. she was excited to spend some time with her outside of the white, dull walls of the chemo rooms. she hoped that belly and steven would want to be her friend, someone to confide in. the fisher boys looked sweeter than anyone, jeremiah’s bright smile illuminating whatever room he was in and conrad’s personality lightly shining through.

when she walked up to the door, she barely had to knock before susannah pulled the door open. “you’re here! we’re hanging out in the back, come!”

y/n walked through the house, admiring the organized furniture and the aroma of the beach. she glanced at the photos of the families, posing softly with their kids, past and present. she reached the doors to the back patio, seeing everyone all about. “hey, y/n!” jeremiah said, the first to notice that she had walked in.

“y/n!” belly exclaimed. “i’m so glad someone is here to save me from them.”

y/n laughed at her little jokes, noticing the faint stare from conrad as he continued to set up the food for dinner. y/n made her rounds to everyone, chatting up with them before noticing conrad by himself. the rest of them were talking, so y/n stood and walked over to conrad.

“i didn’t realize you were so passionate about cheeseburgers,” y/n grins lightly, getting the same from conrad.

“my mom told me that they better be good,” he said. “she’s very particular about her burgers.”

“ah, i see,” y/n looks back at him, his eyes still on her.

“hey, congrats on being cleared. that’s really awesome,” conrad tells her, making her smile.

“thank you, conrad.”

“you know, we’ve heard a lot about you,” he said. “my mom loves you like a daughter. i’m glad we could finally meet in person, though.”

“i’m really glad i’m here,” conrad can’t seem to pull his eyes away from hers. each detail in her eyes is admired by him, looking at her pretty features and her perfect outfit. her cheeks, her eyes, her lips-

he was pulled directly out of his thoughts when he saw the harsh smoking of one of the burgers, completely burnt. “shit,” he looks, picking the patty up and tossing it out. his eyes are directed to y/n’s face again, holding back a little chuckle. he starts laughing himself, “i hope my mom doesn’t notice.”

once everyones stomachs are full, and they savored the delicious meals from conrad and his mother, laurel gets up and starts a fire in the pit. the warmth of the flames reaches y/n, making her body feel tingly and comforted as she looks at conrad.

he’s sitting back in his chair, hair swooped perfectly out of his face. he has a faint smirk on his mouth, looking at his brother and steven argue about god knows what.

“hold on,” jere speaks. “we should go swimming, what are we doing?”

“i’ll go change!” steven yells, running inside the house to find his swim shorts.

“wanna swim?” conrad asks y/n.

“oh, i didn’t bring a bathing suit,” she informs, her smile dropping slightly.

“you can borrow one of mine!” belly tells her, excitement creeping into her words. “here, come with me.”

y/n takes her hand and jogs up the stairs, going into her room as belly holds up different options. she ends up going for the blue striped one, fitting her perfectly and easy to swim in. she walks out with a towel that she also borrowed, standing next to belly looking into the pool.

“i’m just gonna jump,” y/n says, not bothering to dip her toes in first.

“me too,” belly says, taking a step back as they both jump into the water. the cool pool engulfs y/n’s body, seeing the tiny bubbles around her as she opens her eyes underwater. the quick impact with the water sends a few chills up her spine, feeling the tingling on her skin. the previously calm water was splashing all around her when she came back to the surface. y/n brusher her hair out of her face, looking at the three boys jumping in next to them. she and belly let out playful screams, as steven scooped up his sister and threw her back in.

“volleyball tournament!” belly shouts. “me and y/n vs the guys.”

the boys groan sarcastically, as y/n swims over to one side with belly as the ball is blown up. she starts out hitting it perfectly, belly being surprised. “do you play, y/n?”

“i did a few years ago, but got sick and had to quit,” y/n tells her. sadly having to miss the next few years of her sport.

“oh, y/n, i’m sorry,” belly begins.

“don’t be, really,” y/n says, a polite smile on her face, making belly feel better. “i’m ready now to kick their ass, so c’mon!”

belly grins back at her, serving the ball over to the guys and hitting it back to y/n. when she hits it over to belly, conrad looks at her sweet smile on her face again, blessing conrad’s eyes. he’s so focused on how beautiful she is, and he wants to just worship her. he was so fixated on her that he completely missed the ball coming his way, letting it fall into the pool.

“ah! conrad-“ jeremiah says through gritted teeth, shaking his hands at him. y/n laughs softly before moving to the edge of the pool. the slight fatigue and dizziness made her want to get out to just sit for a few minutes. of course, it didn’t take conrad to notice her absence and her walking out of the pool with a clear grimace.

“y/n, you ok?” he asks, voice full of concern.

“yeah, i’m good,” she says, locking eyes with susannah and laurel. susannah gets up, ready to offer y/n anything she might need. conrad swims to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out and walking toward y/n. susannah brings over a cold bottle of water for y/n.

she sits for a few minutes, consuming the drink susannah gave her and feeling better. she must have been dehydrated, forgetting to drink more water while she was hanging out with everyone. “how are you feeling?” conrad asks.

“i’m fine, now,” y/n smiles up at him. “i just hadn’t drank enough water, that’s all.” conrad pulls up a chair next to her, watching the rest of them play around in the pool.

“does it get scary sometimes? sorry, i know that’s a weird question but-“

“no such thing as a weird question. but, i mean it’s all scary. any small symptom could be related to the cancer i had. it gets easier though, it gets less and less scary the more time goes on.”

“it sucks you had to go through that.”

“yeah, it does. i wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but i can’t change it. i just don’t want the rest of my life being dictated by it.”

it’s almost difficult for conrad to comprehend how someone can be so bright about things. he’s infatuated by the way she views the world around her. he wishes he could be more like her, wanting to see things in a different light like she was forced to at such a young age. conrad knows she’s someone to be loved, and he knows she needs it. he knows he could be the one to do it.

“you’re a really great person, y/n,” he mumbles out, y/n being able to catch every word.

“you’re a great person, too,” she tells him. “you didn’t have to come over here and waste time with me, but you made sure i was ok.”

“times never wasted with you,” he smirks, looking back at y/n who takes another sip of her water. “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“nothing, that i know of.”

“we should go do something, we can go to the boardwalk if you want.”

“i’d really like that,” y/n beams, giving conrad just more satisfaction. when susannah walks by, she taps conrad on the shoulder and kisses him on the cheek.

“you’re a good boy, connie,” she says, fully proud and praising her kind-hearted son.

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thequietkid-moonie · 11 months

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Finding out that his student lives alone

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Koro-sensei ]

[ Assassination Classroom / Anatsu Kyoshitsu ]

⚠️ This contain a little bit of spoilers

× This is inspired in Kotaro (from Kotaro lives alone)

I cried a lot while watching the anime >< but is a really good anime ✨✨

I really liked this prompt I should write more with it

The moment the reaper decided that he will pass the rest of his days as the teacher of Class 3-E he promised to himself and to Aguri to be the best teacher he could ever be, that is why when he got accepted on Kunugigaoka high school he makes sure to check all the infomation they provide him about his new students

In that moment he noticed how there wasn't much infomation about your family, even when it was strange he tries to not worry to much about it, but it still not easy to ignore since a school as prestigious as this would not allowed itself to make an error so simple as forgeting information, even for an 3-E student

He tried to ask the director about it but he doesn't really give any important information, just clarify that in fact it isn't a mistake, that your case is a peculiar one, still leaving him with doubts and worries but he wasn't in position to pry

When he finally meet all his new students he tries to not just focus on you since he wants to help everyone, he will find out what is happening to you without leaving everyone else behind, and for a while he just works on make a bound and win everyone trust as your teacher

After some time the group get more close and caring to each other and with the teachers too, and still he didn't manage to know more about you, since you are just polite and independient most of the time it makes things a little more difficult, specially since whenever someone ask you about your family you don't say much, just simple answers (and you don't show any special emotion towards the topic, neither happines nor saddness), it could reach the point where most of the group start to get curious about it too

Koro-sensei tried to ask you indirectly making it seem as just curiosity or as his responsability as your teacher, but he isn't too good at hide his worries so soon or later you will find out his true intention. You can confront him about it or just let him be, but at the end you will have to tell him about it (he is stubborn enough to make you give up), and he is thankful that you tell him

However, he wasn't ready for what you told him, even if you don't give him all the details just by knowing that you had been living alone for several years it shock him, he knows how it is to have to look after yourself all alone since such young age and he doesn't wish that for no one, it break his heart knowing that you had been through so much (even more since you had to change of house to avoid been found for your abusive parent)

He is literally on the verge of tears and will be a while like that, if you try to comfort him or reasure him that you are fine he will cry even more, telling you between his cries how stronge and brave you are for endure all that happened to you, once he calms down he reasure you that he mean it, not everyone will be as stronge as you are, but also will tell you that you aren't alone anymore, you have him and all your classmates who gladly would help you whenever you need it or even just make you company

If he get to know that some of your neighbors where been helping you since (even when you are already independent) he will be more relieved and thankful with them, he even go to them to thank them personaly, with you knowing or not

Even when he reconize your strength he knows that living in those conditions isn't exactly healthy, so he will makes sure to make you feel like in home in the class. He is already like a proud and worried father for everyone, but this will just increase his parental instinct

He will try to make some activities where everyone can hang out together because he doesn't want you to feel lonely, is pretty obvious that he is planning something but he just brush it off

He from time to time ask you if everything is alright or if you need anything, along with remembering you that you can stay in the classroom and use the facilities if you want or need. He knows you had been taking care of yourself all alone for a lot of time but he still want to make sure to be there for you

Also, he won't say anything to anyone about the situation with your family unless you are comfortable enough and explicitly give him your permission. He isn't going to push you to open up to the rest of the class neither, but when you do it (because you want to) he feels happy and even proud of you

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu #ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader #koro sensei #koro sensei x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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Hi I just saw ur post about the sh comfort, could you write a sh comfort fic, a outsiders one please, could you do Johnny hcs pleases and can you make the reader gn please

johnny seeing your SH scars ( thighs, wrists )

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐!𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

{🧡}

looking back, johnny felt bad that he didn't push sooner

he only found out that one day at the Curtis's when you were in the bathroom and were pulling on a tank top to put a long sleeve shirt over that

johnny didnt knock, no one knocked.

when you jumped to face the intruder, johnny looked down to give you your modesty, put his eyes locked on the jagged lines criss crossing on your thighs

he looked up slowly, your paused movements giving him view to the faint scars on your wrist

swallowing, johnny turned on his heel and left, making sure to close the door when he left

he didn't avoid you; you were both dating and practically lived at the same house

however, he avoided the confrontation for fear of irritating you

you pulled him away from the group while darry and soda tossed the football around, two-bit occasionally jumping in to intercept the ball cleanly and take off in a sprint

"hey" you "hi :p" johnny

you asked him if he told anyone, and he gave you a questioning look

"my scars, johnnyboy. did you... tell anyone?"

he shrugs. "did you want me to?"

you almost cried tbh

you smile at him shyly. "do you want me to explain it? why aren't you asking me questions?" through your happines, there was confusion

the few people that had seen normally asked a lot of questions

but

you almost... wanted him to know

was it because you were dating? who knows!

"later? we can go pick up sodas and go hang out at the park?" johnny

you agreed, happy that he wasn't interrogating you, but not brushing you off

later, you both walked down to the park, drinks in hand

you explained (albeit shakily) why you made yourself bleed., and johnny listened

at some point, he shifted his coke to his other hand so he could link pinkies with you bc you sounded sad </////3333333

screaming and crying i need a johnny

after that night, johnny glances at you with A Look ™️, questioning if you had Done Anything

you shook your head; he was helping you forget that habit and

if you were still self harming (cutting), johnny would always clean your cuts and bandage them up without saying anything

your own battles are always the worst

and he knows that

but a whispered "i'm here" from him always makes you tear up

your beyond disappointed at yourself for possibly disappointing johnny and feeling upset that he would waste his time with you

HOWEVER

he absolutely DOES NOT think that :')

he's secretly in love with you!

anyhow,

if/when you finally stop turning to that to take out your emotions, (when ur snuggling or in private) johnny rubs his thumbs over your scars

one time, he whispered "you're so strong"

you were asleep (or were you?😏) so you didnt answer

if you decided to wear a short sleeve or let your scars show, johnny would never leave your side: he gets a lot of looks because of the marred skin on his face

darry sat you down, though, as the mother that he is

it was a simple "you don't need to do that anymore, we're always here for you, you're part of the gang" speech

it was touching, but funny

dally had to be held back whenever someone pointed or laughed or made a comment about your wrists

most likely by two, darry, and soda

mans strong when infuriated

mans hot af

WHOA WHO SAID THAT

if you do the shmexy time when ur older,

ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART.

kisses your scars, takes time to trace them with a light fingertip

he's so proud of how far you've come <3

sobbing i love him

if you were comfortable with it obviously,

if you had a pattern like # that, two would probably play tic tac toe with you i dont make the rules i dont wanna offend anyone

you were startled at first at how he looked up at you, holding the marker out to you

but now it your thing

johnny laughs whenever you beat two (which is always 50/50)

will edit later,

sorry if this is bad <3

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jongbross · 7 months

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Helloooooo how are you?💓 May I ask for something? Baekhyun and s/o are friends + flirting with each other for a while. Someday baekhyun kiss her and she shocked because of happines but she cried saying "you stole my first kiss" some misunderstanding 🤣 fluffy things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 390 genre: fluffy and a bit of angst warnings: reader has never been kissed a/n: hi, anon! i'm fine, what about you? thank you for requesting, i hope you like it <3

baekhyun smiled brightly at you as he pulled back from the kiss. it was only a peck, but it meant more to him than he could explain.

his childish like smile faded slowly as he met your shocked eyes, lips parted as you stared back at him.

"are you okay?", baekhyun asked, voice filled with worry. "did i... did i hurt you?"

his confusion and concern turned into shock as well, as he watched your eyes get blurry with tears.

"y/n...", he called you, meaning to touch you but stopping mid-action. "what did i do? i-i'm sorry, i just..."

"you... you s-stole my first kiss?", you whispered at him, genuinely questioning as you couldn't believe that just happened.

baekhyun frowned, leaning towards you. "what?"

"y-you kissed me", you said, feeling a lonely tear running down your face. "you just stole my first kiss."

"oh my gosh... it was your first kiss?"

baekhyun freaked out when you nodded, covering his mouth with both hands.

"i'm so sorry! oh my god, i-i didn't know it!", he groaned. "please, forgive me, y/n... i would never do this if i knew that it was your first kiss, i mean, i guess i should have asked for your permission, right? shit, i'm sorry if i disrespected you, it wasn't my intention. w-we have been flirting for so long now and i thought that mayb-"

you grabbed baekhyun by his shirt suddenly, pulling him into you and crashing your lips on his once again. this time though, you allowed yourself to experience new things, letting baekhyun control the kiss and even go as far as enter your mouth with his tongue.

baekhyun grabbed your face, caressing your tears away, and holding you with such delicacy that warmed your heart. he took his time with you, only pulling away when he felt his lungs burning for air.

then, baekhyun rested his forehead against yours, sighing with a huge smile on his face.

"please, don't scare me like that again", he pleaded, making you laugh.

"i wasn't messing with you. it truly was my first kiss", you explained, cheeks blushing. "but i'm... i'm glad it was with you."

baekhyun smiled proudly at that. "i'm gonna give you years worth of kisses now, just watch me."

and with that, he kissed you again, and again, and again...

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moonystoast43 · 1 month

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*Annabeth and percy eating at their favourite fancy restaurant*

Annabeth: *Finishing her last piece of steak* I loved this steak. What do you want for dessert?

Percy: Oh, you do not have to chose. I got us covered.

Annabeth: Perseus Jackson, what are you planning on?

Percy: Nothing! *blushes*

*A whole gang of waiters comes walking to their table, with all the blue desserts that you can think of*

Percy: *stands up*

Annabeth: Percy. What. Are. You. Doing?

Percy: Dear annabeth, I have loved you ever since I have known you, will you marry me?

Annabeth: *Cries from happines* Yes honey, of course.

Percy: Alright. That's settled then. Now gimme da blue cupcake!

Annabeth: *Laughs so hard she fell to the ground*

#percy and annabeth #annabeth chase #pjo #percy jackson #percabeth #fluff #marriage #incorrect pjo quotes #blue food #blue hairbrush that rachel hit kronos in the eye with #percy is so fucking cute #confused #percy jackon and the olympians #rick riordan #rrverse

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jewbeloved · 1 year

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Heya there! I wanted to request how would Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Craig and Clyde (sepparetly) react to finding out their mom friend (Who happens to be 2 years older than them and who always listens to them of they have to vent, cares about them, comforts them and tries to help them with their problems) has depresion and tries to commit suicide, catching her in the act, and then she just cries her eyes out trying to explain that she is "screwed" up and that she "doesnt deserves happines unlike him"

Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Craig, and Clyde with a suicidal mother like s/o❤️‍🩹💔💔😣😣

I'm a little on writer's block when it comes to $elf harm and suicidal moments, so I hope this still comes out enjoyable.

Warnings: $elf harm, angst, hurt/comfort

Gender: Female

💙 Stan Marsh 💤

You were such a great friend to Stan and his friends to the point they could trust you with almost anything.

But lately you've been acting quite strange, and Stan was worried about you.

He wondered if you needed space for a while so he gave you it, but then he could no longer ignore you when he hasn't seen you in a week.

He immediately made his way over to your house to go check on you only to find you in the act of trying to h@ng yourself with you standing on the chair.

You and Stan froze for a sec looking at each in shock before he immediately ran to stop you from killing yourself.

He then asks why would you try to do that, only for him to get an answer with cries flowing from your eyes.

"I can't take it anymore.....you and the others deserve more happiness than me..." You tried to get up and continue to h@ng yourself but Stan grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a hug.

"Don't say that (Name)....you equally also deserve happiness as much as us...If you die then.....then....then...!" Stan immediately cried out pulling you closer to him. He couldn't finish his sentence as he was still crying while clinging to you.

"You've....always been there for us so it's our turn to be there for you, especially me...."

Ever since that day, you never tried to kill yourself again...💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎄

It wasn't hard for Kyle to tell that something was wrong with you.

You weren't your usual happy outgoing excited self anymore, you barely even talked to Kyle and his friends.

When he came to check on you, you weren't in your room. But he found your diary laying out on the floor in the middle of the rug.

He put your diary back where it was, but had a second thought of reading it.

Kyle knows that he shouldn't be reading someone else's diary because he would be violating their personal life and secrets.

But he really was worried about you and wanted to find out what has gotten into you lately so he opened your diary and skim through the pages until this one page caught his attention.

The page was filled with you talking badly about yourself, how you didn't deserve happiness whatsoever and that Kyle would be much happier without you in his life.

There was also a little picture of you planning on killing yourself by jumping into the water at stark's pond park.

Kyle immediately closed the diary and headed straight for the park.

And just as he expected, there you were, caught red-handed in the act of trying to jump into the water and drown yourself.

Kyle pulled you away from the edge before you could have a chance of falling in.

You opened your mouth to try and say something but Kyle cut you off as if he knows what you're about to say.

He pulled you into a hug as you stood there shocked for a sec before bursting into tears as you hugged Kyle back.

"It's okay (Name)...I'm here now..." 💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🥪

Instead of hiding it directly, you came to Kenny about it and here's how he reacts.

He would be very concerned and worried about you! Somebody like you that doesn't deserve happiness? You have no business to be telling yourself those lies! Of course you do deserve happiness.

And Kenny is going to make sure you get that particular happiness, just like when you gave it to him when you first came into his life.

When he first saw you hurting yourself with a razor in your hand, he immediately panicked and had no idea what to do afterwards!

Why would you cut up your skin like that??? He searched through the cabinets to find your medkit to heal the wounds you made on your skin.

From then on he would pay close attention to you to make sure you're feeling alright and not sad or gloomy. He's gonna do everything in his power to make you happy again.

He cares about you and that will never change, he doesn't give 2 shits if anyone says otherwise🧡🧡

💙 Craig Tucker 🏎️

Craig always feel very awkward when it comes to comforting somebody, but he always tries his best to do so and his comforting always succeeds everytime.

He will step up his game when he finds you in the act of trying to kill yourself when tears are falling into the floor near your shoes.

He's gonna drop his usual blank expression off to show you how really worried he is for you, but you can read Craig like a book, you didn't need for him to change his expression to show you what he wants or how he's feeling.

If you're taller than him, he doesn't care. He will hug you tight in his embrace while reassuring you that everything is going to be okay.

If you want to watch Red racer with him to make you feel better, he will instantly go and put it on so you both can watch it together.

Similar to Kenny, he isn't leaving your side until you're feeling happy again or at least you're not shedding a hint of sadness or any sort.

He ain't gonna let you sit there and say you don't deserve happiness because he's gonna cut you off before you could finish that lying sentence. You DO deserve happiness in his eyes, everyone else can go screw themselves.💙💙💙💛💛💛

❤️ Clyde Donovan 😭

Poor baby has no idea what to do or say when he catches you crying while harming yourself, he's scared and confused.

He would probably approach you slowly without triggering you or anything at all.

Definitely would ask his friends on how he's supposed to comfort you afterwards because he doesn't know how to.

He may not be good at comforting, but that isn't gonna stop him from telling you how you equally deserve happiness like everyone else.

He never even thought you would ever have that idea of telling yourself that when you always look so happy and full of life when he first met you.

And now he's seeing his s/o being sad, gloomy and telling themselves that they don't deserve happiness. He honestly wouldn't mind kicking the ass of somebody who broke you down to this way If they ever did.

He would be extra clingy towards you, hopefully you wouldn't mind him always checking up on you every single minute because to him, it sounds like you really need more comforting than anybody else at the moment. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

2023 is almost here....Hope it won't be as shitty as this year.

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CASE FILE #04 ㅤGHOSTS OF WHO WE WERE.

ㅤ ˖°.archieve.ㅤ ˖°.case file #03.ㅤ ˖°.case file #05. ‧₊˚.CONTENT ㅤㅤ ˖°.clients: ranpo edogawa, gn!reader. ㅤㅤ ˖°.wc: 1.885.

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For the first time since you can remember, you were nervous.

ㅤOutside your grandmother's room, you kept your attention on the rusty doorknob while your mind wandered through valleys of memories that you would always keep close to your chest.

ㅤYou took a deep breath and, in a last effort to make your grandmother really happy, you tried to muster up some of the courage you saved for special occasions. With your hand on the doorknob, and memories of easier days, you opened the door to your grandmother's room.

ㅤThe room was dark. Not because you had closed windows or burned out light bulbs, but because outside, in the world that forgave no one, the storm was getting closer and closer to your home.

ㅤYour grandmother was sitting in front of the large window, protected with a thin blanket, admiring the thick clouds that cried intensely for the departure of the one you loved most.

ㅤ“Granny, they’re here.”

ㅤYour lie slid smoothly across the room, settling into your grandmother's lap, reveling in the softness of the blanket, not wanting to be discovered. You spoke quietly, a little annoyed, the lie burning your throat with each syllable pronounced, the anguish of deceiving your grandmother being felt in the low, hesitant timbre with which you announced that falsehood.

ㅤYour grandmother gently moved her head to look at you, a nostalgic smile stuck to her lips, endless stories trapped in her bright, tired eyes.

ㅤInvoluntarily, you smiled back, your eyes gaining a little hope when you saw your grandmother's smile expanding as she processed your statement –maybe that idea of yours would work.

ㅤ“So punctual,” your grandmother stood up from her chair with regret, her elderly body protesting every movement she made, the pain of years lived being felt in her slow movements. “They are always so considerate of my schedule.”

ㅤYou smiled when your grandmother, very slowly, crawled to your side. With your hands on her arms to help her walk, the two of you left the dark room calmly and serenely, as if the whole world was waiting for you.

ㅤWith every step you took, anxiety grew within you.

ㅤThat first contact would be crucial to the outcome of the mission. One small mistake and all your grandmother's happiness would be corrupted by the cruel reality that had embraced you for so many years. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be calculated. Everything had to look real.

ㅤWith slow and silent steps, you and your grandmother finally arrived at the room, where the two Happin-us agents were patiently waiting for you.

ㅤ“Grand-nana of my heart!”

ㅤAffectionate name that only your brother called your grandmother: check.

ㅤJumping like your brother did whenever he saw your grandmother: check.

ㅤA tight but quick hug that only your brother knew how to use: check.

ㅤ“My dear, I missed you so much.”

ㅤYour grandmother brought her shaky, rough hand to Ranpo's face, gently caressing his soft skin, looking into the agent's eyes, smiling like you had never seen her smile.

ㅤRanpo being the perfect replacement for your brother: check.

ㅤYou moved away a little and carefully observed that tender scene that you swore that you would never see again: your grandmother held back tears of happiness at seeing her grandson once again, the way she caressed Ranpo leaving you satisfied with your plan.

ㅤYou held back the tears, admiring and keeping that meeting in your heart, since it could be the last one your grandmother experienced.

Maybe, but just maybe, your grandmother would be happy again.

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The night has always been your companion.

ㅤSitting on the porch of your house, admiring the mist that covered the entire horizon, wondering what the stars looked like, those little things that gave so many pleasures to the various ancestors of the new world. There was no sound, the storm was already quite far from the house, no cars or trains appeared around the land.

ㅤIt was pure tranquility and serenity wherever you looked, a moment of peace that you so needed after so many months of pure chaos in your mind.

ㅤ“Yosano was kidnapped by your grandmother,” Ranpo’s amused voice interrupted your serenity, making you jump a little in surprise, quickly wiping your eyes –you couldn’t show your most vulnerable side. “I think they’re talking about your childhood.”

ㅤ“Hm.”

ㅤYou forced a smile and continued to stare into the void of tranquility, fighting your thoughts, preventing memories of your childhood from invading your mind without any consent.

ㅤRanpo sat next to you, nibbling on a candy your grandmother gave him, savoring the success of another mission without any reprisals –he was truly Happin-us' best agent.

ㅤSilence followed. Mixing with the night breeze, a vast wave of silence followed your small murmur, settling between you and Ranpo, wrapping you in the certainty that that night would be your confidant.

ㅤ“Thank you.”

ㅤEscaping through your lips for fear of being heard, your thanks were light and low, almost carried by the strong breeze of the night, but arriving safe and sound in Ranpo's ears who, as soon as he processed your tender word, looked at you with the smile he always wore at the end of every mission –once again, Ranpo emerged victorious with another achievement added to his book.

ㅤ“It’s always good to be able to help.”

ㅤAn automatic response to a long-heard request.

ㅤHaving been in the smile return business for so long, Ranpo was already used to all types of reactions, whether positive or negative. He had always known how to deal with all types of dialogue, his responses had no basis of sincerity or emotion –it was all so automatic for a Happin-us agent.

ㅤ“I can’t remember the last time I saw my grandmother this happy.”

ㅤYou let out a dry laugh that stuck in the cold night, remaining between you and Ranpo, making the agent see that that happiness, in reality, had a background of sadness and loneliness. “Your presence brought her new life.”

ㅤ“It wasn’t because of us, it was because of you.”

ㅤA small light in the distance, a car passing by, hope growing within you.

ㅤ“I did nothing. I just asked for help.”

ㅤ“And isn’t that the first step to happiness?”

ㅤA new light, a new car, the growth of hope.

ㅤ“Words alone are not enough to change lives.”

ㅤ“You’d be surprised how many lives I’ve changed with just words.”

ㅤ“It must be a lonely job…”

ㅤRanpo looked at you seriously, pondering your words, wondering, for the first time, if your statement had any truth to it.

ㅤThe reality is that Ranpo didn't think much outside of his work environment, and even there, everything he thought about revolved around other people's lives and how he could make them better –that was the mentality of a Happin-us’ agent.

ㅤAs such, your words came poisoned, planting a seed of confusion and unrest in Ranpo, growing with each passing second.

ㅤWas it really a lonely job?

ㅤ“It’s a job like any other. It has its advantages and disadvantages.”

ㅤSilence settled once again between you, bringing with it the light of the night, the fog that covered all the houses and plantations finally lifting. Before you a vast landscape of antiquity and ruin stretched into the night, embellished by the thick clouds that threatened to collapse at any moment.

ㅤAt that moment, you were at peace.

ㅤMaybe it was because of the little bright yellow stuck in Ranpo's coat, or because of the nostalgia of empty houses that you could see on that dark night, but the reality is that at that moment, surrounded by melancholy wrapped in a blanket of serenity, you felt at peace.

ㅤ“Can I ask you a question?”

ㅤRanpo looked at you curiously, your grandmother's laughter echoing inside the house, a ghost of a smile quickly appearing on your lips. “And do you promise to be honest?”

ㅤAnother laugh and your smile disappeared, knowing that such a sound would never be heard from her again.

ㅤ“Will I ever… Will I ever see my brother again?”

ㅤ“No.”

ㅤWithout any hesitation, Ranpo responded to you without fear or ceremony, instilling in you the beginning of a long life of longing and melancholy. There was no way to escape reality and, even though you tried to hide your feelings, that confirmation, that ‘no’, was enough for your whole world to finally turn gray.

ㅤ“He was all I had…” a new smile appeared on you, masked with the pain of losing the one you loved, stained with the knowledge that nothing in your life would ever be the same again. “He and my grandmother.”

ㅤRanpo listened to you curiously, trying to unravel the feelings behind your words, wondering if he could decipher what was in your soul. Sadness about not seeing your brother? Anger at having your brother taken from you so abruptly? Missing a life you would never have again? What mysteries did your words hide?

ㅤ“And very soon I will be alone.”

ㅤIt was impossible to keep a smile in distressing situations like that. Your whole life had been you and your brother and now, like blowing on a dandelion, your entire reality, your entire essence would be stolen from you.

ㅤThe loss of your brother was difficult to deal with, especially because it was so abrupt, so sudden. One morning you were having lunch with your family, happy to have someone, happy to be loved, the next morning you were crying, hiding in your room, never showing your grandmother the reality you lived in: pure melancholy, anguish about what you had, missing what you were.

ㅤYou couldn't contain the tears that formed in your eyes and, very quickly, all the memories of your past took shape in them, drawing paths on your face followed by excruciating memories, forming a lump in your throat that prevented you from breathing.

ㅤEverything was finally falling on top of you. All of your lonely past, all of your true emotions rising with the knowledge that, very soon, you would be alone.

ㅤ“But you still have your grandmother.”

ㅤRanpo's voice sounded like an extension of his badge. Vibrant like the yellow he wore proudly, warm like the smile on his small surface, Ranpo's words appeared like the sun that was so missing in that world.

ㅤIt was something light, something new, a delicacy that you had longed for –could this be the stars that the ancients spoke of?

ㅤ“Not for long. Before you arrived, I had already lost her. When you leave, I will lose her again, until… until I lose her completely.”

ㅤAnd at that moment, under the dark sky, faced with a landscape of grief and melancholy, Ranpo made his first mistake in his successful career.

ㅤBy turning his body to face you, by speaking without thinking, Ranpo's first mistake came cautiously, gracefully, embellishing his lips, very innocently, without any intention behind his words –and to this day, Ranpo couldn't explain what led him to make such a mistake on his resume.

ㅤBut the reality is that, when he spoke, at that moment, there was no regret because, in uttering his words, in staining his resume, all the color that existed in Happin-us blessed his actions –and all it took was a simple:

ㅤ“Can we stay here for the night?”

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#;us the happiless;#ranpo x reader #ranpo x yn #ranpo x you #ranpo x y/n #ranpo angst #ranpo fluff #ranpo imagines #ranpo drabble #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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knockcare · 2 years

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When I was a child and didn't know english, I heard that mysterious name: "Technoblade". A legend. Someone very, very cool, from foreign world of big cool guys.

Then I grew up, learned english. And I found the Technoblade again. It appeared that the legendary mysterious warrior was just a guy who makes youtube videos (hes still cool as before). And I started to watch him. And he become one of few things that helped me through my worst times.

Tho I cried all day and feel endlessly sad, I also feel warmth and happines and Im so grateful for everything he did, and I hold dearly close to heart everything he left to us.

Forever in my heart. The kindest and the bravest.

Technoblade never dies.

#technoblade #technoblade never dies #fuck cancer

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capevans3000 · 1 year

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Break Up - Bonus Chapter

A/N: Ahhhhh, where do I begin? I promised a bonus chapter months ago and I failed to deliver. I had good reasons though. My health took a huge hit over the last few months, where part of the few months I experienced sudden deafness in both of my ears due to a serious case of infection. The worst is over, although I am still trying to build my health back. Anyway, the bonus chapter is finally out! TBH, I am not too happy with the ending. I was stuck and I couldn’t get the ending the way I really wanted it :( I tried my best. But I am still really excited to hear what you think about it. Leave me comments/suggestions, like and reblog if you enjoyed this! :)

Fic may contain grammar errors. Characters are fictional and not based on any real persons.

TW: Mental health issues, medical emergencies, angst, jealousy

*Photo not mine!

Based on the following short series:

Break Up

Break Up - Sequel

Taglist/requests:

@ah-ri-young-deactivated20221202: It was midnight and I could not sleep. I was looking for a fic about breaking up and I found your fic and it was exactly what I wanted. You wrote everything very well. I cried while reading it. I could completely understand reader's feelings. Will you write another part for it? I liked Sam And I hated Chris so I thought how good it would be if reader move on from Chris and fall in love with Sam and Chris saw reader in a wedding dress with Sam and the happines in her eyes and the way she looks at Sam. I really want Chris to suffer because of his betrayal to reader. I hope you get this message because my tumblr doesn't work sometimes🎈

@atoosa22 : The Break up fic that you wrote is amazing. I'm team Sam btw. I almost cried and it means you're so good at writing. Will you write another part? I had a thaught that reader come back to Chris but nothing is in the way that it was. And she is in love with Sam. She left Chris and marry Sam and Chris SUFFERRRR and that makes me SATISFIED

You sat at your bed fidgeting with a rose gold necklace in your hand. Chris had given you the necklace during your first year’s anniversary. You had also given him a matching gold necklace, which he’d been wearing everywhere he went. Since that day, you had never once removed the necklace… not until that night when you left his property and left the relationship behind.

You thought about returning the necklace to him before you left, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Your relationship with Chris may have met an untimely end, but it doesn’t negate the once-existence of the relationship. It was a meaningful take-away from the little time you had with Chris, and you wanted to keep it as much as you wanted to forget about it. Turning the necklace around, you traced the engraving with your fingers wistfully. Chris x Y/N. The same engraving sits on the back of Chris’ necklace. “This is so that you will always feel my heart beating next to yours.” Chris had said to you the day he put the necklace on you.

The necklace had been sitting inside a box since you moved out. But Chris’ sudden appearance at your new apartment three weeks ago had rocked whatever solid ground you thought you had managed to rebuild since the break up. This was the power he had over you. All it took was seeing and hearing his voice again, and all your past resigns vanished like an ice cube on a hot’s summer’s day. As soon as he left your apartment that night, you crashed onto the floor of your room and sobbed. All of that plasters you had pasted over the wounds peeled off in an instant and they revealed each and every brokenness he left you. It was painful to learn that the wounds were nowhere near healed in the first place as you thought they were.

While you hadn’t agreed to Chris’ preposition to get back together again, you had agreed to co-exist with him – as friends – and maybe see how things go. Sam was worried you’d get hurt by Chris again but he respected your decision. You felt bad for Sam. You knew Sam was interested in you, and you were starting to feel the same way about him. But with the recent turn of events, you had to put a potential relationship with Sam on hold on account of Chris. You didn’t think it was fair to Sam jumping into a relationship with him when you were not in the right mental state to fully devote and love someone else. Despite the hurt, you realized Chris still held a very special place in your heart.

Chris had been trying hard to fight for you over the last three weeks. He’d put in effort to make small but familiar gestures – gestures that he used make when he was your boyfriend. Sending you texts throughout the day to let you know he was thinking about you, sending you lunch and dinner deliveries, sending you photos and videos of Dodger… He would appear at your doorstep with your favourite tea, wine and snacks. If not for the obvious hurt hanging thick in the air, you might even think nothing between you and Chris had changed. You enjoyed Chris’ company despite the circumstance, but your heart was guarded against him. There was still that part of you that was afraid to accept Chris again. Sam, and your best friend were there too, working as gatekeepers for your heart.

It had been three weeks since Chris returned to your life, and his ex-girlfriend was never mentioned once. That was until one night while Chris was at your place with a bottle of wine, and the two of you were having a quiet night in.

“Hey, YN, can I run something by you?” Chris asked between sips from his wine glass.

For some reason, you felt your heart clenched by his question. He sounded so serious all of a sudden. “Sure.” You tried to hide the fear and uncertainty in your voice.

“[Ex’s name]… she would like to meet you. You know, to explain things with you.” Chris sounded hesitant.

You gulped down the wine you had in your glass and set it down on the table, almost too hard. Your fear turned into anger. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. The cheek of that girl. She broke you and Chris, and now she’s trying to explain things to you? You can’t think of any reasons or explanations she could have for you that you could actually accept.

“She feels bad. She just wants to clear the air and apologise to you.” Chris continued when you said nothing. You almost burst out into an angry laughter.

“I didn’t know you were still in contact with her. And I can hear how much you’re trying to speak for her.” You replied curtly, while pouring yourself another giant glass of wine. You were not proud of yourself, and you knew how childish you sounded. Chris could keep his contact with anyone and speak for anyone and it was none of your business.

“No, that’s not –“ Chris stuttered nervously. “We both just thought we should clear the air between us.”

“We? You mean you and her.” You said again, anger bubbling underneath your breath. Hearing Chris talk about her and referring to the both of them as “we” was rubbing you the wrong way. It shouldn’t as Chris wasn’t yours anymore, and even you knew it was ridiculous of you to be upset over the word “we”. But you couldn’t help it.

“I don’t mean it that way.” Chris knew he had just made things worse. “I’m sorry. Can we forget about this conversation?”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. You tried to rationalized with yourself and the situation at hand. You had given Chris a second chance, and it was only fair for you to give her a chance to explain herself too. Whatever explanation she was going to give you. That was the mature thing to do. Even if you were not prepared to accept her apologies or explanation, the least you could do was try. You agreed to the meeting.

Sam had learned about the dinner that you were about to have with Chris and [Ex’s name] and he insisted on coming along too. He didn’t feel comfortable about you being there alone. You were thankful for Sam for looking out for you and gladly accepted his offer to join you. You could do with a friendly face at dinner.

Chris offered to pick you up for the dinner, but you declined. You went with Sam instead. When the both of you had reached the restaurant, Sam took your hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “I’m here, all right?” Sam gave you a reassuring smile. The two of you were led into a private dining room where Chris and [ex’s name] were already waiting. Your eyes met with Chris, and immediately you could feel his posture tense up. Chris didn’t know Sam was coming for the dinner too. He didn’t like seeing you together with Sam and his jealousy and anger was hard to hide. It didn’t help that Sam was holding your hand.

“Why are you here?” Chris couldn’t help himself scowling at Sam.

“What concerns Y/N concerns me too.” Sam responded, confident, cool and matter-of-factly, feeding Chris’ anger even more. Without missing a beat, Sam pulled a chair out for you before Chris could do it for you.

You glanced at Chris and saw that he was fuming. His fist was clenched around his wine glass, his knuckles white. You looked over at his ex-girlfriend and your eyes met. She was smiling at you, but somehow you could tell her smile wasn’t sincere. She broke the eye contact quickly and knowing you were still watching her, reached out to stroke Chris’ hand gently, to comfort him. You wanted to scoff openly at the nerves of her, but you held yourself back. You were not there to fight. She could do whatever she wants with Chris as Chris wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. Although you had to admit that seeing that made your blood boil. Her touch brought Chris back. He fidgeted in his seat to regain posture.

Chris looked at you and addressed you for the first time that evening. “Y/N, I’m glad we could have this dinner. Thank you for coming out to meet with us.”

Again, with the usage of the word “us”. You bit your lip to stop yourself from being too sensitive with these pronouns Chris was using to group himself with her like they were still an item. It was just a word and it didn’t mean anything, you had to tell yourself.

“Yes, Y/N, thank you for coming out tonight. Chris and I are really thankful for the chance to clear the air with you.” Chris’ ex-girlfriend spoke. You might have applauded her for her effort to sound sincere, if not for the fact that her hand was now stroking Chris’ shoulder as she was speaking to you. If Chris had noticed how disrespectful this was, he said nothing.

“Sure.” You forced a smile. You could hardly believe what you were seeing. Sam was appalled at the nerves of her and he reached out to you and gave your hand another tight squeeze.

“We’ve already placed our order for food for the three of us, but we didn’t know you brought a guest, Y/N.” The ex said, looking at Sam. “You must be Y/N’s boyfriend?”

You looked up at her and swore you could almost hear the satisfaction and hope in her voice. Was she hoping you were already attached so she could stop worrying about Chris getting you back? Were you too sensitive?

“That’s all right, I can order my own food with no problem.” Sam replied curtly. He completely ignored her second comment, not willing to feed her satisfaction.

“I ordered you your favourite, Y/N. Mid-rare steak with extra spinach.” Chris smiled at you.

“I’ll have two cod fish, and if it’s not too much trouble, could you cancel the order for mid-rare steak, please? Could you also help to ensure that there are no peanuts in the salad as she’s allergic. Thank you.” Sam said to the waiter, who had come in to take his order.

“Hey, I ordered the mid-rare steak for Y/N. That’s her favourite! What are you doing?” Chris snapped at Sam.

“I don’t think I owe you an explanation. But if you would like to know, if you were at all observant and concerned about Y/N, you would have known she was advised by doctors to reduce intake of red meat because of her sensitive gastric. Now that you are aware, do we still have a problem?” Sam addressed Chris calmly.

Chris’ face was distorted in anger and distaste for Sam. He hated that Sam seemed to know you so well, and maybe even better than him. His fist was clenched around his glass again when he saw the smile you gave Sam. Chris’ fear of losing you to Sam was increasing and he hated that. He looked away from Sam, not saying a word, not trusting the words he would use.

“Oh, you’re allergic to peanuts, Y/N?” The ex-girlfriend asked you, which you nodded awkwardly. You were uncomfortable with her sudden interest in you.

“Can we get to the point of the dinner tonight, so that we can end this early?” Sam asked when Chris was silent.

“Yes. First of all, Y/N, Chris and I, we want to explain things to you.” The ex-girlfriend spoke up. You were confused by her words. Chris and her? Wasn’t this dinner supposed to be about her explanation and apologies? When had this become an explanation from “Chris and her”?

You said nothing and waited for her to continue.

“It’s a fact that Chris and I kissed and we are sorry you saw that.” She continued, again, reaching out to touch Chris’ hand when she said the word “kiss”. This time, you saw Chris moved his hand away from her uncomfortably. “It was just a kiss, and it didn’t lead to anything else more. You don’t have to worry.” She continued.

She stopped when the waiter came back in with the food. By the time the food was set in front of you, you had lost your appetite. If that was an apology from her about exactly what she did, you had failed to hear it. All she did was apologise for the fact you caught them in the act. And all the hand touching was leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

“I feel bad that you and Chris had broken up over this. I mean, I thought the both of you were pretty tight.” She commented.

You looked at Chris, waiting for him to say something. Anything at all for this evening to make sense. For this “explanation” or “apology” to make sense. For now, you felt as though you were part of a sick prank show.

“We’re sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I can understand you feel hurt and it’s all my fault. I hate that you feel betrayed by me and I take full responsibility for that.” Chris said to you, his voice breaking. You had already heard Chris’ apologies umpteenth times but you had yet to get one sincere apology from his ex. Not that an apology from her would erase the hurt, but it would at least show that she was aware of the damage she had done. Being here at this ��apology”, “clear the air” evening was proving to be a mistake.

“Thank you for the apology, Chris. If that’s all the both you have to say, I think we are done with the dinner.” You waited a while for Chris and his ex-girlfriend to speak and when they didn’t, you stood up, Sam following suit. Neither of you had even touched your food. He took out a bunch of cash and placed it on the table to cover for dinner. Sam took your hand tightly in his hand and led you out of the restaurant. You heard Chris stand up behind you but he didn’t follow after you. You wondered if his ex-girlfriend had tried to hold him back.

As Sam walked you home, he allowed you time to process the evening in silence. You always appreciated Sam’s gestures like this. When you were almost home, you finally spoke up. “What… happened there? Did you even hear any explanation or apology from her? Or was I just too out of it to hear it?” You almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the evening. It was almost as if the dinner was her excuse to tell you she was nowhere near over Chris and she wanted Chris back.

“All I can say is… and pardon my language, what a bitch!” Sam rolled her eyes and you burst out laughing. “So I am not the only one who thinks so?” You asked rhetorically, still laughing. You were feeling angry before, but Sam had helped you feel better, as he always did.

“Let’s forget about tonight. Let’s go have something to eat, without a certain someone spoiling our appetite.” Sam said before leading you to one of both of your favourite hangs.

“Sam, thank you. For being here with me tonight. I don’t know if I would have been able to do it by myself.” You told Sam when he walked you to your door.

“I will always be here for you.” He smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss on your forehead. You felt something flutter inside your stomach and your face burning. As you closed the door behind you, you smiled to yourself. When you were finally settled in, you checked your phone and realized that Chris had left you numerous messages. You decided not to read them or respond until the next morning.

After a night’s rest, it almost felt as if the dinner with Chris and his ex-girlfriend was a dream. That was until you received an unwanted visitor at your door.

“Hey, Y/N, can I come in?” Chris’ ex-girlfriend stood at your doorstep. You cursed at her timing. Your roommate/best friend wasn’t home, and you knew Sam was out to run an errand so you couldn’t call him to come over. You were shocked to see her, but not wanting to be rude, you let her in.

“Why are you here?” You asked, as you closed the door.

“Well, you left dinner so abruptly last night. I thought I’ll drop by to check if you are okay.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” You replied, without trying to sound too snappy.

“That’s great then. Anyway, I made some cookies for you.” She said, fishing out a container of cookies from her bag.

“Err, okay, thanks, but I am good.” You were slightly taken aback by her gift. Was it a peace offering?

“Take it. I made it for you.” She insisted and pushed the cookies into your hands. “I’m not bragging but this cookie recipe is really good. Try it.”

“Thanks, I’ll have it later.” You told her and set the container on your kitchen table.

“No, please try it. At least let me know if they are nice, and I will get out of your hair, I promise.” She insisted again, harder this time.

You wanted her to leave you alone so you took a cookie and took a bite. “Yeah, they’re great. Thanks.” You washed down the cookie with a glass of water. You didn’t even pause to taste the cookie. You practically swallowed the bite. “You should leave. Sam’s coming over in a while.” You lied.

“All right then. I’ll go. Say hi to Sam for me.” You nodded and closed the door behind her. You were so weirded out by her sudden friendliness and visit. You took out your phone to call Sam to tell him all about it. Just as you hear Sam’s voice on the other end, you felt a strange tingling sensation around your mouth and throat. “Hey, Sam…” you pushed out the words from your throat painfully. Within seconds, you felt your throat tightening and your tongue felt as if it was bitten by a bee and swelling to twice its size. Your breathing became more laboured and difficult. You looked down and noticed hives all over your body.

You hadn’t had an allergic reaction since you were a kid but you recognized the symptoms immediately. “Help… Sam.” You managed to call out before you fell onto the ground trying to breathe. You heard Sam calling out your name repeatedly through the phone but you couldn’t respond. You tried to crawl towards your bedroom to retrieve the epi-pen. You don’t remember how far you managed to crawl before you heard Sam’s voice again, this time a lot louder.

You opened your eyes and saw Sam hovering over you. Worry written all over his face. “Y/N, are you okay?” You managed a weak nod. “Peanut… allergy…”

“I know. I’ve called 911 and they are on their way. I’ve just administered your epi-pen. You’re going to be okay. I’m here.” You smiled weakly before exhaustion took over you and you passed out.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were in an unfamiliar environment. “Hey, you’re awake. How do you feel?” Sam asked, as he poured you a glass of water.

“Like death.” You groaned. You looked around and quickly registered that you were in the hospital.

“What happened? Who gave you those cookies?”

“Cookies?” You asked, trying to remember what happened.

“In your kitchen. I saw it right as the paramedics were tending to you. It didn’t look store bought so I brought it along for testing. They tested peanut contents in it.”

“Argh. Chris’ ex-girlfriend. She gave them to me and forced me to eat it. Said she made the cookies herself for me.”

“That bitch!” Sam exploded. This was the first time you had ever seen Sam angry. “She knew you were allergic to peanuts and she gave you the cookies on purpose! I’m not letting her get away with this. If I hadn’t already reached our apartment building when you called, I don’t know what’s going to happened.”

You rubbed your head, not believing that Chris’ ex-girlfriend had just tried to kill you on purpose. It was almost inconceivable.

Before you could respond, you saw Chris approaching your ward, his expression grave with worry.

“Y/N, oh my god, are you okay?” Chris burst through the doors and headed straight for you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam pulled Chris back from you angrily.

“Get off me. The hospital called.” Chris tried to fight Sam off to get to you. You forgot that Chris was still listed as your emergency contact.

“You don’t deserve to be here. Y/N is lying here because of you. Meeting you and your ex was a mistake. You do what you want with your ex, but leave Y/N the hell alone. You brought your ex back into Y/N’s life and now she’s tried to kill her.” Sam roared as loudly as the hospital would allow.

Chris looked confused. “Tried to kill her?” He’s stopped fighting Sam by now.

“She knew Y/N was allergic to peanuts. She asked about it over dinner. And the next morning she comes knocking with cookies she made containing peanuts and made Y/N eat it. What do you call this behaviour?”

“No… no way.” Chris said in disbelief. “She... wouldn’t do that.”

“The hell she wouldn’t. She’s not going to get away with this. Y/N almost died because of her, Chris! Do you even understand what’s happening?” Sam was exasperated.

“Chris. I think you should leave.” You told Chris. While it wasn’t all Chris’ fault and he had no control over his ex’s action, you were tired of dealing with him. Your heart was hardened and cold.

“No, please. I want to stay. I want to talk about this.” Chris pleaded. His eyes had welled up in tears. “Please, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes and swallowed the wave of tears that were threatening to crash through your eyes. “Fine.” You wanted to get this over with. You knew this was a conversation you’d have to have with Chris one day if not today. You just wanted this circus to end. Sam looked at you, concerned, worried. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

You nodded at Sam. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Chris dashed toward you as soon as Sam left the ward and reached out for your hand. You moved away, not allowing Chris to touch you. You were not ready.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I really am. I had no idea she was capable of doing this.” Chris cried.

You were so sick of hearing Chris apologise over and over again by now. “Stop, Chris. I don’t want to hear any apologies from you, anymore. Aren’t you tired? I’m so tired of hearing the same old apologies over and over. I don’t need your apologies. I don’t need your explanations. I don’t need anything from you. After what happened last night and this morning, I just want you and her to leave me alone. Please. I am tired.” You looked at Chris dead in the eyes as you said those words. You knew you were probably harsh on Chris, but you couldn’t hold it in.

“I don’t know what else to say, except that I really am sorry that I brought her back into our lives. I had failed as your protector, your boyfriend.” Chris sobbed.

“Chris. She… she needs help. And I think the only and the best person who can help her is you. I’m going to give her the benefit of doubt about the peanut cookies, and I won’t press charges. But I am sure she did what she did because she isn’t stable. Despite what she did, I shall choose to believe she is a good person who is in a bad place currently. Help her walk through this.” You were surprised, even by yourself that all the anger you had felt about Chris’ ex-girlfriend a minute ago was gone just like that.

“I love you, Y/N. I don’t want to be with her to help her. You’re who I want to be with.” Chris implored.

“Chris, maybe over the last three weeks that you were back in my life again, I did think there was a chance that we could be together again. But it is hard to think so anymore. I still love you, Chris. But I don’t think I can be in love with you. I admit that I had missed you so badly. I loved spending time with you over the last three weeks and I even toyed with the idea of us being back together. But I’m so tired.” You bit your tongue so hard to stop yourself from crying that you almost drew blood. “Call me selfish for pushing you away, but I think she needs you more than I need you. Help her get better, okay?” A tear escaped from the side of your eyes. The finality of the words was hitting you. You had made your decisions that you could never get back together with Chris. The pain of what happened, the sabotage from his ex-girlfriend, the whole circus show with her touching Chris at dinner… You just knew you couldn’t.

“Y/N, no, please. Don’t push me away. I don’t want to lose you.” Chris whimpered.

You reached out and gave Chris a hug. “I love you, Chris. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart and I know I do too in yours. This is where our relationship ends but I’ll never forget you, okay?” You felt Chris falter in your arms. “I love you, Y/N.” Chris whispered between sobbing. You hated breaking his heart but in the long run this might be kinder to him and yourself. You had no idea how long you stayed in embrace with Chris until a nurse came in and requested for Chris to leave the room so she could check on you. You looked away, refusing to watch Chris’ back as he walked out of the hospital ward. You hoped you made the right choice closing this door on Chris.

When the nurse stepped out, Sam back came in. When you saw Sam, you immediately felt a wave of calm and security over the uncertainties. You knew you were going to be all right, with Sam there with you.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader angst #chris evans x reader imagines #chris evans angst #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x reader fanfic #chris evans break up

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norah-posts · 1 year

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Last Day

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and Eddie are together a few years ago. But one day you have move to another country and this is your last day.

Warnings: (oh God i’m so bad in it) SMUT 18+, p in v, unprotected sex (probably), sad end

Word count: 1,2k

Author’s note: Eddie AI gave me the idea, so I made it. If there is any grammar mistake, I’m sorry for that. English is not my first language, but I try my best. Thanks for the google translator and my old memories from english lessons.

They don’t warn you; becoming an adult is so hard. They don’t warn you; you have to sacrifice your happines for your future. And they don’t warn you; how hard to say good bye.

As the sun goes up, it fills the room with light as everything in the room begins to shine. You and Eddie didn’t sleep. You were awake all night and talk about the past few years. Both of you cried and laughed a lot. You bewailed what was yours.

’’It’s time to get up…’’ Eddie mutters.

’’What if we stay here?” You ask.

’’Better idea. You are just too comfy to leave” He puts one of his arms around you and pulls closer. You take your head on his chest, listen his heartbeat.

’’I don’t want to go…” You whisper. Eddie smirks and kisses your head.

’’I don’t want it either. I hate the idea of you being so far away from me…”

You hear he sighs heavily. You know, he is struggling with this. You know, his heart breaks a little just as yours.

’’But… I guess following your dreams it’s good.” He gives you a smile, when you look at him.

’’You will forget me?”

Eddie doesn’t respond immediately, just stares you. ’’Forget you? How could I ever do that? How could I forget my girl?” He smirks. ’’I’ll never forget you, sweetheart.”

He holds you close and lean in. He begins to kiss your lips. At first slowly, but passionately. After a moment this kiss is deeper and deeper, until your breaths become heavier and heavier. But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps a tight grip around you as it grows more passionate and intense. He wants to hold himself close to you, wanting to be as close as possible. It’s simple, he wants that connection. That deep connection, what makes two bodies into one. Body in body, soul in soul…

’’Oh Eddie…” You moan when the connection is come into being. You feel him. Every inch of him.

He smiles at your moan of pleasure. He always do this, because he knows he do this to you. He knows only he can make you happy.

’’I love you.” He whispers into your ear and left a small kiss on your neck.

’’I love you so much.” You reply back, cup his cheek and pull closer him for a kiss and for that move, what you are so eager.

He smiles again and pull himself deeper so willingly. He feels it too. The hotness what is inside you. The tightness. The sweet vetness. He kisses you to hold back his moans, he kisses you passionately to earn your voice.

You whimpers. He deserves it, but he is not satisfied it yet. He starts to move faster.

’’Eddie… You are… so.. so good.”

’’Am I?” He smirks and as his movements become more intense. He left a soft groan.

He kisses you, until both of you start to being breathless. Moans, groans, whimpers. Sounds of true love and a connection. Heartbeats are too fast. The air is too hot.

’’I’m so close… Oh God…” Your voice is broke when he kisses you with increased intesity. He grabs your waist with one hand. His other hand is on your neck, keep you still. Your bodies make vulgar claps sounds, but you are louder.

’’You’re amazing” He groans. He keeps his eyes on you. On your face. On his hand around your neck. On your breasts what moves as he thrusting you hard.

You can’t speak. His fingers are tight around your neck. Breathing is hard for you. You close your eyes. You feel it. It’s coming. You have to hold something because you afraid you will fly away, so you grab his arm, what is on your neck.

He knows you are close. He feels the same. Both of you feel the shider down your spine. The tingles slowly getting more and more intense. His moves begin faster and faster, as both of you are in the clouds.

You ride out the feeling. Nothing else matters right now, just both of you. The passion and the connection.

He holds you so tight, not wanting to let you go. It’s so intense and powerful to him. He losts his head. His mind is flooded by happines. He can’t hear you, just feels you. He feels your body. Your every inch what makes him so happy every time.

It was an intense moment, and it starts to calm down. You lay there in each other arms, holding each other and breathing together in the silence.

’’I will never stop loving you…” You say after a few seconds.

He lifts his head up from your chest and smiles at you. He touches your cheek and kisses you softly. ’’I won’t too.”

Later on that day at the airport…

The last day went by so quickly. You and Eddie spent the whole day laughing and joking aorund. You had fun, being able to be completely yourselves. But the hours fly past and soon the time comes for you to say good bye.

He holds you close and tries hold back his tears. ’’It’s hard…” He whispers. You can hear the sadness in his voice.

’’Yeah…” You mutter.

When he lets go, you avoid his eyes. You afraid you will cry. He looks down on you, he knows why you are not looking at him. So he hugs you again. He keeps close you to him, tries to make your final moments as long as he can.

’’Eddie…” You sniffs into his chest.

’’Alright, alright…’’ He takes a deep breath and let you go again. ’’Do you have your bags all packed and ready everything for the flight?

’’Yeah.”

He takes another deep breath. You see his chest start to grow and go back. You still avoid his eyes.

’’Well…’ He sighs. ’’I just want to let you know how amazing was the past few years to me. I…’’ Tears start to well up in his eyes, when you look at him. It’s so hard to say goodbye to you, to seeing you like this.

You sniffs. ’’Please… Don’t do this to me!”

He nods. ’��Okay… So… Good bye?” He smirks but it’s broke and turn into sniffs.

You nod and grab your bags. You don’t know what to say. How can you say goodbye to your love? To your friend? To your everything?

‘’I love you.” He says, his tone serious just like his look.

’’I love you too.’’ When you say this you see tears are streaming down on his face. He wipes them immediately and grins at you as just like nothing happened.

’’Go, baby! Show them how perfect you are! Make me proud, sweetheart.”

’’Tell Wayne I love him.”

He nods. ’’I will.” You nods. You just stand there. You know, you have to go, but you can’t. You want to say something. You want to spin out this moment.

’’I will be okay.’’ Eddie says softly. ’’And you will be too.”

You try to believe him. You can’t, but try. Because you know you can’t live without him, and you promise to yourself; you will come back once.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

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mefrfuji · 9 months

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Iittle update on the gacha ftfo videos, i made one already!

If you dont see my other posts just a little resume, i asked Im_Sorry_Buddy for permission to do gacha videos of them, not even a day and i already made one lmao

(i cried of happines 15 times Whit chapter 35.)

#for the forgotten ones #ftfo #ftfo ink

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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tw: mild language, Y/N giving birth.

Papa Levi holding his baby for the first time.

Isabel Ackerman was born on a sweltering summer day.

“Imma fucking kill you, Levi!!!” Your ear-splitting shrieks take captive the maternity ward, the nurse is trying to calm you down and Levi’s on the brink of losing his hair. His scalp burns with your menacing pull. “You fucking did this to me!!”

Your hair is tied in a messy bun and some strands curl over your ears, others are glued to your burnished forehead. All your face is glistening with sweat. The insufferable pain wrenches tears through your clamped eyes, squeezed so tight your eyeballs threaten to explode. Scrunched up face, clenched jaw, gritting teeth.

Inhaling, exhaling.

Your breath comes in and out of your mouth in rushing gusts of air as if to appease the pain.

But it doesn't work.

Wailing, screeching, whining. Your tears blend with the beads of sweat that stream down your face.

Someone says, “push.”

And Levi rasps, “You’re doing great.”

The motherfucker only contributed in the fun part of this.

And then the room falls in utter silence, seconds lengthen to minutes. The air is dense. White walls, cozy lights. And the deafening silence breaks with baby triumph cries. Her lungs work fine. Finally, the torture ceases. Elation and exhaustion swarm you; you're emotionally and physically drained. And Levi’s holding your hand tight as if to melt with yours.

“I’m proud of you,” he coos and kisses your head. “You did great.”

Everything is blurry. Through bleary leaden-eyes, you see the nurse approaching, her silhouette becomes larger. “Congratulations.” She smiles. “It’s a beautiful, healthy girl.”

Isabel is swaddled in a blanket, and the nurse lays her in your arms. Your tiny cocoon.

Jolts of joy fizz through you.

“Oh walls! Oh walls! Oh walls!” Tears of sheer happines well up in your eyes and you’re trembling. Levi drags his chair closer to you.

“I’ll be outside if you need me,” the young woman says, getting your attention. You both nod, and she leaves. The door thumps close, and your red, swollen eyes drift to Levi, whose lips are parted and fumbling, and his gaze glints with a weave of fright, pride, joy, and bewilderment. He sniffs and wipes off his seeping tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

You still don't get used to see him crying.

“Look at her, Levi. Look at her!” you jabber, your eyes scoot back to your tiny bundle of joy. You tug down the blanket under her chin to get a better look. Her chubby cheeks are tinged with a pinkish glow, and her scanty black hair screams Levi.

It seems Ackerman genes are dominant.

“She’s so beautiful and small and…” He muses in utter awe; words clog in his throat. Splurges of love and tenderness spread across his chest. Love at first sight. His eyes droop, and a small smile creeps across his lips.

You carefully count her fingers and toes; her hands are curled in tiny fists. She yawns and you both let out a giggle, enraptured, as if it were the most amusing thing in the world.

Your eyes entangle with Levi’s, his lashes are glittering with tears.

“Wanna hold her?”

His eyes go round, and he gulps. You can see the fear in his eyes. The man who faced any threat without hesitation is scared to hold his baby in his arms.

He’s scared to break her, to hurt her. Everything he touches withers.

He shakes his head to toss away those nagging thoughts, then his ebony strands of hair slither trough his fingers as he lets out a deep sigh.

Levi mimics the position of your arms, like a cradle, and you pass Isabel off to him. He freezes and holds his breath, afraid that any flimsy move would break her.

And right then, as soon as he takes her in his arms, she weaves a nest in his heart, his eyes gleaming, his heart is all hers, unconditionally, and he'll never ask her for it back.

He looks at her with so adoration and tenderness, mesmerized in her steady breathing. Her lashes are long, like yours.

“Hey, Izzy,” you murmur. “He’s your daddy. He’s grumpy and high-strung, and most of the time, he’s scowling,” he frowns at you “but he’s a good guy. He loves you so much and will always protect you.”

Levi relaxes a bit, and his eye draws her tubby face. He can’t believe his blood runs through her veins. Something so cute, fragile, and beautiful came from him.

He doesn’t want to let go, he could stare at her forever.

His little summer girl.

Do you know how difficult it is to find a love so pure and innocent?

And he found it.

Dadvi 2022 masterlist

#levi ackerman snk #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #dadvi #papa levi #nela writes

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thequietkid-moonie · 6 days

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Autistic S/O cries when feeling overwhelmed

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Saki, Hotaru, Yao ]

[ A Condition Called Love / Hananoi-kun to Koi no Yamai ]

The past days I been so excited about diferent things that i almost cried a few times because of how excited I was hahaha

Writing for a condition called love is one of the things i been really excited for!! And is finally happening!!! Waaaahhhh

Saki Hananoi

Saki is someone who loves intensily and he has no need to hide it, everyone who watch him when interacting with you can tell how much he adores you, and, in all honestly something like a disability won't change his feeling in the slighest, for him is just who you are and is more to love about you (except for whenever you suffer from your autism, in those moments it hurts him that you have to go through that)

Saki is more than willing to just adapt to your needs and preferences, and he even does it with a smile in his face! is not a problem for him and he isn't bothered in the slighest and he always tell you that he does it because he loves you and wants to see you happy

Saki is so in love with you and is so observant that is just matter of time for Saki to learn how to read your body language and learn to identify whatever you are feeling, even if you are not good or too expressing (maybe you tend to do it more by stiming) he will know how are you feeling and is ready to offer you his help whenever you feel overwhelmed or stressed

Saki is way too worried about your comfort and well-being that the first time he notices that you are starting to feel overwhelmed he kinda panics, not that he doesn't know what he should do to help you (even if you don't talk much about it with him he already made a lot of research about it), is just that he doesn't want you to be in distress, and being overwhelmed means that you have being expoused to stressful stimulus for too long for your comfort, what probably lead him to feel guilt too

Depending in how overwhelmed you are and what you alow him to do to help he will focus on helping you imediatly, mainly dragging you away from anyone and anything to have some privacy and peace and just helping you focus on him, trying to help you take deep breaths, but the moment the tears start to just appear in the corner of your eyes is like if the world is cracking under him (specially the first time), he isn't bothered or find it pathetic but it breaks his heart seeing you cry, so it just make him panic a little more and try to help you in a more desperately way, he is trying really hard to stay calm but he can feel his own tears starting to form on his eyes

After that first time Saki will have some time where he is afraid of you feeling that overwhelmed again, so he will be stressing himself out by trying to make sure nothing around you will result on bothering you that much, it has to be you who talk to him to help him calm down (and if you do apologize for crying when feeling overwhelmed that will break his heart again because he thinks he has being the one making you feel guilt for it), with your reasurance and guidence to learn how he can actually help you in those moments (or just in general) is the only way he will finally calm down and feel at peace with himself again. Even with your help it will take him a while but at the end he will be able to offer you a proper help

There are chances that you can end up feeling overwhelmed by positive feelings, feeling so much happines or excitment that end up being overwhelmed in a not-so-bad way, and in that case if you end up crying too Saki will feel troubled and confused, in case like that he isn't sure of what he is supoused to do and seeing you in tears still makes his heart ache, even when seeing you also happy makes him feel more relief you'll need to reasure him that you are alright

Hotaru Hinase

Even when Hotaru has a lot of troubles understanding her own emotions and has problems when interacting with others she is really kind and want to try her best in the face of adversity, so when she knows that she loves you and actually wants to be in a relationship she will try her hardest to express it and be a good girlfriend

For Hotaru you having a disability such as the autism is not really a problem, that won't change her feeling for you, however it makes her a little bit anxious because she doesn't know how to act around you or how not upset you by accident, it will take her a while and will need some help from your part (and her friends too) to be able to fully understand your condition and how much help you need during the day (if you need it, thats it)

Hotaru is not the best to read others behavior or tell what others may think or feel, with some exception with the people she care for (not the best but she cares so much for her closest ones that she just pay a little more attention to them) and for wanting to be a good girlfriend will lead her to be able to tell whenever you are starting to feel bothered and even stress by whatever is passing around after some time in the relasionship, and in that moment she tries to help you calm down and just concentrate on her before you start to feel way too overwhelmed, if there is the chance she will lead you somewhere more quiet to let you have the time to be able to calm down, she has the desire to help you and wants to do what she can but she is quite nervous about doing anything, she thinks on take your hand but doesn't want to startled you, she wants to bring you some water or any comfort item you need but she doesn't want to leave you alone, she want to try and help you take some deep breaths and focus on her but she doesn't know if her voice will even help

She is so anxious and insecure the first time she sees you so overwhelmed that when you start to tear up Hotaru starts panicing, leaving aside her doubts in an instant and imediatly trying to help you, asking you whats wrong and if you need help, but there are high chances that she doesn't get an answer, so she up to just stay by your side and leave you cry all you need, trying her best to just shield you from the rest of the world so anyone else will bother you

Hotaru feels an inmense pain when seeing you like this, she doesn't like seeing the person she loves in so much distress and even scare her a little, she feels quite impotent and honestly she is just waiting for you to tell her what she can do for you

Hotaru really hopes it never happens again but she knows that there is still the posibility (as much as it hurt her), so she just opt to wait until you are more calm and relaxed to ask you what she can do to help you when you have a crisis, please she need to know all she can because she hates the feeling she gets when she sees you in so much distress but not being able to do anything, it will take her a while to get used to it but she will be ready to offer you proper help whenever you need it (she even feels quite confident on it even when it scares her the posibility of happening again)

If you even end up feeling overwhelmed because of an inmense happines or excitment to the point that you start crying in that case too Hotaru will feel troubled, she panics a little but since the context is diferent she waits a little before doing something, and when she realice that your tears are actually happy tears she will be incredibly relief, laughing a little and probably tearing up a little too

Sohei Yao

Yao is a really kind and cheerful person, as well as loving, once he finds someone to love he just wishes for that person to be happy and safe, and since those feeling are reciprocated then he feels like he must make sure you are safe and happy by his side

Yao have fallen in love with you for who you are, and for him it doesn't matter much if you have a disability or not, your condition won't chance what he feel for you or how he sees you in the slighlest, however he is really respectful and actively tries to learn more and more about your condition, wanting to be able to offer you proper help if you ever need it

Yao isn't the best to understand his own emotions or yours, honestly he has some troubles to be able to comprehend what are you feeling (specially by the stiming and indirect ways to express yourself) but, somehow, at the same time Yao is pretty good at telling if you are having a good time or a bad time, whenever you are feeling happy and just enjoying yourself (and probably just being influenced by your own happiness) or whenever you are feeling uncomfortable or upsed, imediatly trying to come up with an excuse to get away from whatever is bothering you and ready to comfort you

The first time Yao has to witness you so overwhelmed because something have become way too stressful for you Yao himself feels hurt and a little stress, the anxiety start to built inside of him, fearing that perhaps someone have done something to you. But, despite how is he feeling right now he knows that he should focus on you, so he imediatly tries to help you calm down and try to remember you that he is with you and nothing can hurt you, but the moment he sees the tears on the corner on your eyes he just panics a little, he doesn't want to see you cry so thats is when he decide to take you somewhere is just the two of you so you can cry all you need (even when it breaks his heart is better that you let go of all thats pain, still he feel quite flattered that you trust him enough to be able to show such vulnerable with him)

Yao is pretty good at comforting people, and even when he feels his chest tighten at the sight of your tears he does a good job offering you not only comforting words but also a good and reasuring company, letting you cry all you need until you can finally feel calm again (even when he feels the tears forming in his own eyes)

After managing to calm down Yao will apologize because he feels like he haven't done much to help you, and he feels quite frustrated with himself for it, but promise to be more to help in the future and even ask you to please teach him how to properly help you and what to do to make you feel safe and comfortable (and you can see Yao's determination for it wrote all over his face while asking, there is no doubt that he mean it)

Yao would prefer if it never happen again, but he knows that life isn't that simple and stressful situations won't stop, still he can't help but feel mad or even frustrated when he thinks on how it probably end up being even more difficult for you due your condition, and that lead him to try even more to help you have a comfortable life (not because of pity but because of love)

If the case is the contrary and you end up feeling overwhelmed by positive feelings to the point where you start crying it will take him a moment to fully process what its happening, his anxiety is there but he also can tell that it isn't exactly distress what are you feeling, so after realicing you are crying because you are happy he couldn't help but laugh at the situation before joining you in your happiness

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