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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Riddle me this!?

Bruce Wayne x female!reader

Word count:2.1k

Warnings:none really, canon typical violence

Summary: After an incident at the Mayor's funeral, Bruce finally realizes what you actually mean to him...

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My footsteps echoed dully through the corridors of the bat cave as I walked over to Bruce. He stood in front of the monitor, his mask abandoned on the table. Slicks of wet hair hung around his face and the remains of his black eyeshadow ran down his face.

"Bruce?"

No answer. I sighed and stepped closer, grabbing his hand.

"Bruce?"

He finally looked up, his grip around my hand tightend. I gave him a reassuring smile while my eyes scanned his features. To be honest, he looked like shit. Dark eyebags lingered under the eyeshadow and a few scratches adorned his beautiful face.

My eyes finally resting on his, I felt how Bruce pulled me closer to him. I hid my head in his chest, as I took in his scent. He smelled like rain and dirt and the faint smell of blood lingered on his clothes.

"You need to shower", I finally said and looked up, "The Commemoration for the Mayor is today"

Bruce nodded and turned his face back to the monitor. The news were playing and they were full of the mysterious new villian, who called himself the Riddler.

"You're gonna find him", I said and slightly squeezed Bruce's hand.

"I know", he mumbled and looked down, "Will you accompany me today?"

"Of course", I smiled, "It'll be good for you to be out a little bit"

Bruce looked at me perplexed:"I am out every night"

I sighed:"I know. And I have to admit, sometimes I wish, you weren't"

Bruce looked down and pulled me closer by my hand.

"I know", he mumbled and softly rested his chin on top of my head, "I know"

I pulled away from him:"Im gonna go find Alfred, see you later"

Bruce nodded. His hand left mind and I felt cold on an instant.

Once again, my steps echoed through the empty corridors , as I left the cave, on my to find Alfred.

"Bruce?", my voice was so silent, that he almost didn't hear me, but when his eyes locked mine, I knew that he had heard me.

"Y/N", Bruce said.

His eyes scanned my face for a second before he turned back to the road.

I swear, Bruce was the only wealthy person in this city, who would drive himself.

After a few minutes, we reached the church and I could already see the crowds of paparazzi, waiting at the entrance. Bruce stopped the car and looked at me one last time, before getting out. I followed him and immediately, the journalists were after Bruce, like he was some wild animal.

"Mr. Wayne, do you have a moment!?"

"Mr. Wayne, can you tell us, why you're here?"

"Are you planning to support the new Mayor, Mr. Wayne?!"

"Mr Wayne, is that your Girlfriend!?"

The last question caught me of guard. I locked eyes with Bruce and he turned his back towards the paparazzi and grabbed my hand. I slightly leaned against his side, while we waited.

I allowed my mind to wander and suddenly started to wonder, what Bruce and I were at all. We have always been close, since we were children. That was of course, due to the connection our families always had. With me being an Arkham and Bruce being a Wayne, our ways had to cross at some point. And since Bruce' parents died, we've been even more Inseparable.

I was torn away from my thoughts, as I felt Bruce gently tuck on my arm.

I looked up and his steel blue eyes stared at me, with compassion in them.

"Come on", he mumbled and pulled me towards the entrance.

We were about to step in, when Bruce spotted Carmine Falcone in the crowd. Alongside him was Oswald Cobblepot aka the Pinguin.

Bruce's grip around my arm tightend and I saw his jaw clench.

"Bruce", I mumbled, trying to calm him down and pull him past Falcone but it was hopeless.

"Bruce!", I heard Falcone say and while he began to explain the history of him and Bruce's father, my gaze fell upon the Pinguin. He was supposed to listen to Falcone, but his heavy gaze rested on me.

I shyly pressed myself closer to Bruce. He looked at me for a Second and finally decided to put his arm around me.

"Ah, of course. How could I forget!?", Falcone suddenly said and looked at me, "You must be Y/N Arkham, aren't you?"

"Yes", I mumbled and gave him a firm smile.

"I remember you and Bruce playing around, when you were still children", Falcone grinned.

Only now, he seemed to notice how Cobblepot eyed me. Falcone patted his shoulder:"Oooz, you're intimidating her, can't you see?"

Cobblepot smiled and grasped my hand. I felt Bruce step forward, but he stopped himself from attacking the Pinguin.

"I'm sorry, my lady", Cobblepot smiled and kissed the back of my hand.

"Ehm, I-It's fine. Really", I mumbled and looked at Bruce for support.

"We should get inside", he mumbled, "Excuse us"

Once we were inside, I let out a breath, I didn't realize I had held in.

"Are you alright?", Bruce whispered close to my ear. A shiver ran down my spine, at his husky voice being so close.

"Yes", I finally said and looked at him, "And you?"

" 'm fine", he mumbled and pulled me towards the front.

"Mr. Wayne", someone suddenly said. We turned around and saw the Mayor approaching us.

"Bella Réal", she said and shook his hand.

"Y/N, it's nice to see you again", She said towards me and pulled me in for a hug. I gladly hugged her back and smiled at her:"The pleasure's all mine, Bella", I said.

"You know her?", Bruce asked me perplexed.

"I do", I mumbled.

Bella's gaze fell upon the wife and son of the deceased mayor.

"I'm gonna go, give my condolences", She said.

"I'll join you", I added and stepped away from Bruce.

His hand lingered on mine for a moment.

"See you in a few", I said and smiled at him. He gave me a weak smile in return and I finally turned around a followed Bella towards the family.

A few minutes into the conversation, I slowly felt myself drift off. I didn't listen to the others anymore, as I gazed over at the entrance. A hushed sound came from outside of the building. It sounded like screeching tires.

My brows furrowed, as the noise grew louder and louder. My eyes scanned the crowd for Bruce and as I finally spotted him, a loud bang came from outside. The whole crowd looked at the entrance now.

Bruce suddenly turned around, his eyes wide open and he started to sprint towards me.

Seconds later, I could see the SUV crashing towards the door. I heard people scream and run away. But suddenly, I felt Bruce's arms wraps around my waist and he pulled me out of the way. The car crashed against the altar.

I looked up and saw Bruce, hovering over me.

"Are you alright?", He asked and held out his hand for me.

"I'm okay", I breathed and grabbed his hands. He pulled me to my feet.

I felt how Bruce pushed me behind him, as the police started to rush in, demanding that the driver got out of the car.

My eyes widened, when I saw that it was the district attorney. The one, Bruce and Selena had been spying on yesterday.

"Shit", I mumbled, but flinched away slightly, when suddenly a phone rang loudly.

Bruce grabbed my arm, as the attorney lifted his hand, showing a phone taped to his hand.

"Everyone out of here!!", The police yelled and slowly the crowd started to rush outside.

"Go!", Bruce said and turned around.

"Come with me", I mumbled and grabbed his hand.

"You know, I can't", he said.

I sighed:"I know"

"I will come back", he assured and kissed the top of my head.

I looked at him with desperation in my eyes. I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed his cheek and pulled his head down to me, connecting out lips in a short and tender kiss.

"Go!", I said and our ways parted.

"Y/N, you need to calm down", Alfred said and grasped my hand.

"I know, Alfred. But I can't", I mumbled.

We saw it. We saw the explosion. The district attorney had exploded right in front of Bruce and right after that, we lost contact. His lenses not working anymore.

"Shit", I mumbled as my gaze landed on the TV next to us. I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. I couldn't believe my eyes. The pictures on the news, showed how Batman jumped from the police building, flying down the streets and finally disappearing under a bridge. And explosion went of a little bit later.

"That enough", I said, "I'm gonna go out and find him."

"Y/N,no!",Alfred protested and stepped in front of me.

"What if he's hurt!?", I asked, as I felt tears swelling up.

"I know, Y/N", Alfred said and in his eyes, I saw that he was just as afraid for Bruce as I was.

Alfred pulled me into a hug and I squeezed my eyes shut, while I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"I'm alright"

My eyes shot open and I turned around, as I heard the voice of Bruce, right behind us.

"Bruce", Alfred and I said simultaneously.

We rushed forward and caught him right in time. Bruce stumbled into our arms and we quickly helped him into his room.

While Alfred went to get the medical kit, I pulled away the Mask, looking for any injuries. I spotted a laceration on his forehead and his eyes were dizzy.

"Y/N", Bruce mumbled and grabbed my hand.

"I'm here", I said.

Alfred came back with the medical kit and we slowly started to patch Bruce up.

It was going to be a long night.

I wanted to sleep. I wanted to lay down and close my eyes so desperately, but I couldn't.

I sat the the table in the living room with Alfred. The breakfast was long forgotten, as we waited impatiently for Bruce to wake up.

"I'm afraid, that I have to leave you for a while", Alfred said, "I have to attend a few meetings for Master Bruce"

I only nodded and said my goodbyes before settling back down.

I leaned my head against my hand and I could feel myself dozing off again and again.

After a few minutes of keeping my eyes shut, I slowly opened them again, but what I saw on front of me, was unbelievable.

"Bruce!!", I said and jumped up. But Bruce only sat there in front of me, were Alfred had sat only minutes ago.

"Oh my God, are you alright!?", I asked and kneeled down in front of him, grasping his cheek.

Bruce chuckled and put his hand on top of mine. I think, I didn't see him smile in years.

"I'm alright", he mumbled and squeezed my hand.

I sighed calmy and looked down, before I felt Bruce grab my chin and pulling my head back up.

He rose to his feet and pulled me with him.

"I was so scared of loosing you", he mumbled and pushed back a stray hair of mine.

"You... What?", I asked perplexed.

"Back at the Funeral", He said and looked into my eyes, "When that Car crashed into the church, I was so scared that I could loose you. And it made me realize something. Something, that I always knew, but was too afraid to admit"

I gulped and scanned his face. It showed nothing but adoration.

"Bruce...", I mumbled, but before I could say anything more, his lips were on mine and he pulled me impossibly closer to his chest.

I sighed and my hand snuck around his neck, while his arms encircled my waist.

"I love you", Bruce finally mumbled against my lips.

"I love you", I repeated and smiled at him.

"I can see, that you two have finally come to admit it", Alfred suddenly said.

I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway. A smile adorned his features.

I felt Bruce lay an arm around me.

"Seems like, we did", he smiled.

"We did", I agreed, "We did"

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rinhoewns · 3 years

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The Fight

INCLUDES: Suna Rintarou.

WARNING/S: Angst(u won't cry trust me), Fluff at the end, Hurt/Comfort since i'm addicted to it, Modern AU, Suna's kinda mean at first but he love the reader.

A/N: Hi guys :))) this is my first time writing something like this here in tumblr, i don't really know how if you will like this hahaha, i hope u will tho. happy reading!!

"Rin, I brought you lunch!" you said while showing him the wooden bento, "Atsumu told me you've been skipping lunch lately to practice your spikes, babe that's not healthy."

He sighed, glancing at the bento in your hands. He took it from you then started walking towards the benches.

"I had a heavy breakfast earlier Y/N, I'm still full and I don't feel like eating." you looked at him worriedly, you saw how his eyebags got darker every passing day.

"Rin, the meal you ate earlier already digested in your stomach," you said while pointing at his stomach "You need to eat or else you won't have enough strength to spike those balls."

"Fine, go back to class Y/N." you smiled, kissing him on his cheeks before waving goodbye, and ofcourse, reminding him about eating his lunch.

Class was done, and now you were on your way towards the gym where Suna and his team are at. You didn't bother knocking since they know you and you're their friend.

Going inside you saw Suna, practicing his spikes again. Doesn't he get tired? You thought. Walking towards the bench where you saw his things were at, you glanced at the bento you gave him earlier getting curious you opened it.

You were shocked, he didn't eat his lunch. The lunch you gave all your efforts on making.

You smelled the food, its not rotten yet, you can still heat the food and make him eat it afterwards. So you waited for him to finish practicing so you can ask him as to why he didn't eat his lunch.

You checked the time, its been 30 minutes since you got here but he's still practicing. I'm tired already, why isn't he even looking at my way?

You looked up, smiling brightly when you saw him walking towards you, meaning that practice is over and you can now have your precious time with him.

"Rin-"

"Why are you here? Its already past 7, you should have went home without me you know." he said not even looking at you. You got confused, why is he talking to you like that?

"I waited for you ofcourse, also I wanted to ask you something." finally looking at you, he raised a brow.

"Make it fast, I'm tired and I want to leave." he said, his voice in monotone.

"Why didn't you eat? I made that for you, yet you wasted it." he sighed, rather heavily making you frown "What was that sigh for? Answer me Rin."

"Can you not nag at me right now Y/N? Can't you see I'm tired? You're making my head ache, if you want me eat your food so bad then fucking eat it yourself! I already told you I was full but you still pushed me to eat even tho I don't want to." you glared at him, not liking the words that went out of his mouth.

"I was only worried you might get sick so don't raise your fucking voice at me Rintarou." you sternly said, pointing your index at him.

"What do you want me to do? Say sorry to you? Fine then, I'm sorry for having a full stomach when you gave me lunch." he rolled his eyes at you. You were ready to shout at him when you heard him whisper.

"Fucking girlfriend, a pain in the ass as always."

That's when the bomb was dropped, you never expected him saying those hurtful words at you, nor did you think you were a pain in the ass for him.

"Oh, so I'm just your 'pain in the ass'? Fine then, if you don't want me worrying about your shitty health then okay, I won't." you wore your bag then left him alone at the gym, not really alone since the others were just at the locker room, eavesdropping to your conversation.

You went home, locking yourself in your room. You let your tears fall, you were hurt. Ofcourse Suna might get annoyed since he lack of sleep but you were just helping him. You were getting worried, he lack of sleep and he barely eats lunch anymore.

You get it, the tournament was near that's why he's practicing his ass off to win but what he's doing was wrong. He needs food to stay strong, he needs sleep to gain strength, he needs you to support him.

Calming down you took your phone out of you pocket when you felt it vibrate. It was a message from Suna.

Rinnie <3 : im sorry

You put your phone down, not ready to talk to him after what happened in the gym. You're stil mad, mad that he doesn't take good care of himself.

That night, you took a shower and decided to sleep since you were tired. Tired arguing with Suna.

The next few days was hell for Suna, he doesn't see you around anymore, probably avoiding him.

He sat down at the floor, throwing the ball at the other side of the gym, he was frustrated. He couldn't practice properly ever since his argument with you.

He's been reaching out for you, texting you every single day when he had the time, but you don't reply. It bothers him knowing your independent, that you can easily leave him because your that girl who just doesn't care.

He even waits for you at the school's gate but whenever he saw you, his braveness just melts, that when he approaches you he might break down.

Once, he even told Atsumu to tell you that he wants to meet you at the school rooftop but you never showed up, that's when he started having doubts.

Don't you love him anymore? Have you found someone much more better than him? Are you leaving him? That's the thoughts that kills him, he doesn't want you in another man's arms, he could die.

Again, waiting for you at the gate, he will now talk to you. Even if you don't talk, he will still explain. He's getting desperate, he just wants to be with you.

You were walking out of school, clutching your books when you heard that familiar voice, that voice that you missed so much.

Turning, you saw Suna, walking towards you. You looked up at him, since he was taller than you.

"Why? What do you need?" you cursed yourself, your voice turned out soft when you had eye contact with him.

"I... I want to apologize about last week, I know I fucked up, I know you got mad, so I want to make this right," he held your hand "Baby, after what happened that day, I felt like I was living in hell even tho I'm not, I hurted you with my words, I wanted to punch myself because of that so I did."

You stared at him in disbelief, noticing the bandaid in his left cheek. You frowned, yes your were mad at him but you hated the idea of him hurting himself just because of you.

"You're so stupid Suna, why would you punch yourself? Are you out of your mind huh?" he looked down, shyly scratching his nape.

"I was so frustrated at myself, I couldn't focus in class, even in practice, knowing you might break up with me." he started shaking his head "I-I know I'm not t-the boyfriend y-you dreamed of b-but please, please don't leave m-me."

You were shocked to say the least, this was your first time hearing Suna stutter. He even cried! This was shocking for you.

Pulling him closer towards you, you hugged him. Letting him rest him forehead on your shoulder, he was still crying, he was even shaking.

"Baby, I would never leave you, what made you think that?" you whispered, slowly rubbing his back to comfort him.

"You never l-looked at m-me... even tho you know I'm looking at you, you never replied to my messages too." you chuckled, loving this side of him.

He pulled out of the hug, and there, you saw Suna Rintarou pouting his lips while wiping his tears with his sleeves, cute.

"You're cute, maybe I should do that more often-"

"No! No, please don't." you laughed, making his expression soft. How he missed seeing your eyes turning into crescent shapes when you laugh, he missed seeing you happy because of him.

"Just promise me one thing, you will start eating your lunch tomorrow again okay? Also, get some proper sleep will you?" you caress his face, "Look at the bags under your eyes, you can't compete at the tournament looking like a zombie."

He chuckled, holding your cheeks, kissing you on your forehead. That sweet gesture of him never failed to make you feel butterflies on your stomach.

"I missed you, let's go home? I'll walk you." you smiled, pushing him.

"Sure, i missed you too dipshit." he laughed at you, pulling you by your arm since your so far from him. He held your hand.

"I love you, brat."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "I love you, jerk."

REBLOGS/INTERACTIONS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

#suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna angst #suna scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu angst #hq angst #again im sorry it sucks #love you all <33

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princessofprocrastination · 3 years

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hii i don't know if the requests are open but if it is i just wanna request a short scenario where sapnap comforts reader (she/her pronouns preferred) after reader wakes him up just to kill (i really do feel bad when somebody kills it too so maybe he can just throw it out😔) a bug because not so long ago i saw this giant ass bug in the corner of my room at 4 a.m. and i am TERRIFIED of bugs so i had a mental breakdown while waking up my roommate to throw it out and that night i couldn't sleep properly so yeah it would be nice if sapnap would comforts and cuddle with the reader😭😭

also sorry if this sounds complicated or stupid, please take care of yourself and drink some water <33

Please Kill It For Me? (Sapnap)

pairing : sapnap x fem!reader

summary : as you were making dinner, you spot the biggest bug you've ever seen. being terrified of them, you left the kitchen to reluctantly wake up your boyfriend.

a/n : hey! my requests are always open since i usually don't have ideas anymore so thank you for sending me one! this one was so cute to think about and write. and you want comforting sap? i got you ;)

your boyfriend has an odd sleeping schedule, being awake from midnight till the next morning, and then sleeping through the night.

lately, however, his sleeping schedule had been getting a bit more normal, sleeping at a reasonable timing.

but he was up late last night, having to film a manhunt for his friend, dream, and now, there he was on your shared bed, napping.

he had told you to wake him up just in time when dinner is ready, and you promised that you would.

now, standing at the entrance of your bedroom, you were hesitant to wake him.

because it hadn't been dinner time yet. you barely even started on making it.

but you couldn't step foot in the kitchen anymore knowing the monster that was in it.

so here you are, standing small by your bedroom door, trying to figure out your next move.

of course, you had to just wake him, that was your only option here. but you felt bad. he looked exhausted this morning, hence the nap.

and you didn't want his nap to be cut short just because of your fear of a bug way smaller than you, that people say is harmless.

you replayed the scene of seeing the bug in the kitchen in your head again, and shuddered in disgust.

yeah, you need to wake him to get that thing out of your house, immediately.

but how? he looked so incredibly peaceful, his eyebags not as bad as it were this morning.

you had an internal battle with yourself in your head and replayed your choices of this moment.

don't wake him and he gets to get his extra hour of sleep like he deserved and he'll wake up refreshed.

only if you didn't wake him, that giant monster of a creepy crawly is still in your house, your kitchen and your boyfriend will not be getting food in his stomach for dinner.

but wake him, and he'd be deprived an extra hour of sleep and he's be tired and wake up late tomorrow, which then shifts his entire sleeping schedule, and he'd be back to sleeping in the morning in no time.

but if you were to wake him, he'd get the bug and you can continue to live in this house peacefully and get back in the kitchen and make him his meal for today.

crap, you're back to square one.

you stand in your position for another minute or two, going over what was best.

until you finally thought, 'what the fuck' and decided to wake him. you needed to get back into that kitchen and cook. and you knew that if he were to get that bug out, you could sleep peacefully at night.

you walked slowly to him, not wanting to startle or wake him with your footsteps padding the dark hardwood floor.

huh? you need to wake him anyway. you told yourself. you were being stupid right now. the faster you wake him, the faster he gets that thing out of the house

and with that, you sit by him on the bed and slowly put your hands on his shoulder.

it was still too soft for him to wake up, though. you were still battling yourself in your own head about waking him up from his deserving nap.

you shook him lightly, trying to wake up but not startle him. "baby?" you called out.

no response. he's still in dreamland.

damn it. you needed to be louder and shake him stronger.

you exhaled through your mouth, pushing yourself to really try to wake him, this time.

you shake his shoulders with more force this time. you need him to wake up. god knows where that bug is now.

"hm?" you heard him come out with a response.

god bless. he's awake.

"can you- uh, do something for me?" you stuttered over your words a little.

he turns from his position on the bed from away from you to looking at you on his side.

"yeah?" he says, voice still laced with sleep. well, you did just wake him out of a 3 hour nap.

"i'm sorry, i didn't want to wake you, you were so peacef-" you were cut off.

"it's fine, i'm awake now. what did you want?" he asked, smile on his lips showing you that he wasn't mad at your for waking him up.

you sighed out and finally came out with it. "there's this bug in the kitchen, and i can't cook if it's still there." you told him, embarrassed.

you see his smile grow larger as you tell him the reason he was awakened.

he laughs out softly. "you need me to get that for you?" he caresses your cheek. you nodded to him.

"i wanted to get dinner ready before i woke you up, i swear. but i can't if that's still in there, just staring at me cooking." you told him, a little shy after he laughed.

"you are so cute." he tells you, before taking the duvet covers off him to get up. "come on, let's find the culprit." he takes your hand and walks out the room.

after he found it on the kitchen counter, still the same place you found it before, he killed it and wiped the counter so you could finish making dinner.

"i'm sorry, i really didn't want to wake you, you can go back to sleep and i'll finish cooking." you told him, still apologetic that he had to wake up.

you were heating up a pan full of oil to continue before he comes up behind you, hands sliding on your waist to hug you closer to him.

"nope, i'm staying here to watch my beautiful girlfriend cook." he tells you, kissing the top of your head. "it's the least i could do from sleeping all day." he sways you gently.

#sapnap imagine #sapnap imagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnap fanfic #sapnap fanfiction

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rindarling · 2 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sick Of You. [G.I.]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Genshin Impact ࿐ྂ

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.*═╗

You leave for

your job. It’s not

as if it’s your

fault, right..?

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.*═╝

Genre: Angst

Reader’s Gender: Female

Characters: Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax, Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Kujo/Kujou Sara

This is in no way means related to the actual characters Childe, Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, and Kujo/Kujou Sara in Genshin Impact. This is just a fanfiction and unrelated to the story or game.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Dedicated to the song, Sick Of You by DNMO, Sub Urban

I’ve been away too long from you and I’m sorry.

You dropped your bags in disbelief, when you saw your lover with a woman you didn’t know. Your bag making a loud sound from all of the things inside.

“Ajax, what the hell..”

“Hm? Ajax? Who’s that? There’s no one except...”

You glared at her before she could continue.

“She doesn’t even know your name..! And yet you decided to choose...her. Over your 7 year lover.”

But I can’t control just what you do.

And I hope to god that you leave me soon.

“So now you’re saying it’s my fault that I left?!”

“You left! You! Left! Didn’t you even think about me before accepting the offer?! Or the future of us! You know, this is why I picked her, she atleast had some time for me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that YOU never had time to listen to me when I was trying to tell you that I was gonna go! And yes! I did think of our future. It was the sole reason why I even left.”

“You...should just leave him. You’ll be better off without him.”

“...”

“You’re angry at him aren’t you?”

You stared into Ganyu’s eyes. Looking at her as if you were asking

“Is it obvious?”

As if she could read your mind, she answers,

“I can see the eyebags... You have more than me.”

That you walk away from this.

Burning bridge that you crossed too late.

“Please just leave.”

“It’s time we-”

“LEAVE!”

“You’re late.”

“Sorry! Had a delay.”

“And what exactly is this delay for you to be

this

late?”

As if sensing you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, Xiao just kept silent and urged you to follow him. You obliged and follow him to the docks of Liyue Harbor.

“I have other things to do. Zhongli will send you off from here on.........Come back soon alright? We have lots of things to still talk about.”

You nodded at him and walk past him seeing a waving Zhongli. You gave a small wave back.

And you just forget that we ever met.

“He’s acting like he doesn’t know you....Even the girl. What happened?”

You and Zhongli saw Ajax along with his girlfriend at the dock, near where you both are. As he took one glance at you, he immediately looked back to his girlfriend. Which wasn’t you. Along with his girlfriend who looked at him, then you. But she also quickly looked away. Ajax just hugged the other girl’s waist and they walked away.

“Truly shameless. And infront of his lover too.”

“Ah uhm- former, lover.”

Emphasizing the word, former.

“You guys broke up?”

Zhongli asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Not exactly but, close enough.”

But before you forget, there’s just something I have to say.

You tried the whole day to talk him. Trying to inform him of your departure in a few hours, but, again, he ignored you to his fullest. Just like the last time, but in a different situation. Well, his loss, his fault. You were leaving so why did you need to care about him anyways.

I’m sick of your voice.

Sick of your face.

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You were finally happy, meeting up with your childhood friend was a good idea. You both were now hand in hand like the good old days, smiling, but this time you both were silent. Unlike the energetic aura you both had when you both were younger.

And suddenly, a headache came as you remembered your lover, no, former lover. You remembered everything. His face, his voice, hell, even his girlfriend.

You put your other hand which wasn’t holding your friend’s on your forehead. Trying to lessen the pain.

“Are you alright? We can go back now if it’s too hot.”

Your friend, Kujo/Kujou Sara, asked worried. You just waved it off and told her you were fine.

But that headache of a man could no longer be remembered right at the moment you touched your forehead.

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Should I make a part 2? Anyways, that’s all for now. I worked on this on my laptop and my father is sleeping right beside me... I need to stop or he’ll wake up soon.... ANYWAYS, DM ME WHEN MISTAKES ARE IDENTIFIED! I made this at 10PM-11PM so there’s most likely mistakes because I’m tired, anyways thanks for reading. gn .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

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joyaphoria · 3 years

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the five chances you give him (5)

pairing: suna x f!reader

note: this is the last chapter! i hope you all enjoyed :)

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part five: rin became rintaro; then it became suna

"oh baby... nobody said that it was going to be easy." mei cooed, her voice softer than usual. she repeatedly kissed the top of your head as you cried into her lap.

"i k-know but.." you spoke through your sobs, snot along your sleeves. "i-i really hoped t-that he would ch-change.."

it's been just over two months since you've started changing your behaviour around rin, but he didn't seem to react to it—no, he may have changed, but only a bit. it wasn't enough.

you knew that this was unavoidable, and that it had to be done. the longer it takes for you to get this over with, the longer it will take for you to get over it.

so when mei sent you home that night, she reassured you that it will all be worth it in the end, and that you will find someone better.

but the fact that he was waiting for you at the same table that you used to wait at, every single night, didn't help at all.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

you stood there for a second with your shoes still on, and folded over with laughter.

his heart flutters. whens the last time you laughed in front of him?

"sorry," you sniffled through the laughter, the aftermath from crying earlier doing you no justice. "it's just that i used to sit in that same chair, waiting for you to come home, you know?"

hesitating for a moment, he decided on getting up and walking over to you, although he didn't know what to do.

"y/n." he's looking down at you now, resisting the urge to reach out and take hold of your hands.

"rintarou."

now that caught both of you off guard.

it slipped out without a second thought on your end, and you were visibly shocked.

as was suna, except he was more afraid than anything else. he knew what this meant—he was no longer rin to you, but rintarou.

he should be grateful though, because he knew what eventually might come next. he knew that it wouldn't be rintarou for long, and that as soon as it changes, it would be over; everything would be over.

"were you crying?" he whispers, reaching out to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. except you wouldn't let him, grabbing his wrist in time. God—mei would be so proud; as would that kind lady from the cafe.

"why should you care?" you spat, letting go of his wrist to remove your shoes.

"because im your boyfriend." he said, although you didn't miss the quiver in his voice from that last word, as if he wasn't so sure anymore.

you move past him and head straight for the bathroom; but suna didn't miss it. he heard what you mumbled on your way out—and it had him slumped against the wall (when you were out of sight, that is)

his fists are clenched and his heart is beating a little too fast, but he can't get his mind off of what you said.

"yea, well not for long"

five words, and yet they seemed to foreshadow his future.

there were two possible reasons that you could be waking him up at 10 in the morning.

you were either waking him up to tell him that it was over, and that you were leaving, or that it was over, and that he had to leave.

turns out there was a third reason.

"do you have practice today?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

"yeah.. why?" he got up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. its been a while since you last entered this room, moving all your things to the guest room.

"oh. nevermind." you make a gesture to leave but he panics and grabs your arm. this could be an opportunity, and he wasn't about to lose it.

"i could um.. take the day off." he nods his head.

"are you sure?" when he nods his head yet again, your features soften.

"okay, well get dressed. i feel like going to a theme park."

you leave the room before he has a chance to answer, but he complies anyways.

his mind wanders to the picture that he broke in the heat of the moment awhile back—the one where you were both smiling at an amusement park, kids laughing in the bakground.

"let's go on that one!" you exclaim, pointing at the rollercoaster.

a soft grin takes over your face—and while it may not be your typical energetic one, at least it was still there.

now, suna wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters. he prefered to have you go on them, while he took the photos, but today's been the first time in a while that he's actually seen you happy, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you've been here all day, and it was already pretty dark, so they might be closing soon anyways.

when the cart had finally come back around, you and rin got on, with a guy slipping in on your side.

"you guys here together?" he asked, looking over you to make eye contact with suna.

you nodded, and he chuckled.

"im here with my girlfriend, but she doesn't like roller coasters as much as i do."

now you and him are making small talk, and suna is resisting the urge to tell the guy to shut up, and to go back to his own girlfriend.

when the ride finally starts, he feels relieved, even slipping his hand into your own.

your hand tenses, and he looks up to find a look of guilt soaked into your features.

he quickly unravels his hand from yours, settling it into his lap and looking away. he got too carried away to remember that a day of rides and fun wasnt enough to fix his mistakes.

as the ride starts climbing upwards, fear pumps through his veins.

he shuts his eyes, dreading the fall.

when it finally came, he opened his eyes and hugged himself to keep from screaming.

he looks over to you, and his heart does that thing again—it flutters.

with your hands in the air, your screams adorning his ears, he fell in love. all over again.

the moonlight caressed your pretty features as your eyes shut in pure bliss, and suna found tears falling out of his own.

the tears fell but he didn't sob—not once. you didn't look his way either—not once.

instead he looked away, quickly wiping the tears before someone could catch him. he missed this; he missed you.

when you two got off the ride later, he wonders if you would ever go to another theme park with him.

when you decide to leave, suna finds an employee walking around the park with a polaroid camera.

he asks him to take a picture of you, and places it in his wallet. he can't break it this time.

suna misses the look of guilt that slips past your face, as if it were never there.

when the car pulls into the parking lot, and you both get out, suna realizes that you weren't walking beside him.

he panics and turns around, where he finds you smiling. tears in your eyes.

"thank you for today, suna."

he freezes. he can't move anymore. he can't think.

"don't be silly. let's go inside." he's walking again, but when he doesn't hear a second set of footsteps, the tears wash over him.

"why aren't you coming?" his voice cracks as the tears stream down his face.

"i'm going to mei's. it's-it's over." you smile, wiping continuously at your eyes.

"y/n please, we can talk about this." he's running over to you, taking hold of your shoulders as he bends down to make eye contact. "we're fixable, okay? i promise we are." he doesn't make move to wipe away the tears that are falling.

you wipe away his tears, pulling him into a hug. "i'm so sorry."

he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, afraid of having you slip out of his grasp. "please, don't leave me. i'll do anything, just give me another chance. i need you."

you wriggle out of his arms, and his fists clench at his sides.

"i gave you chances. i gave you too many. i have to go."

you're running now, and he can't decide if he should run after you or not. has he not caused you enough pain?

instead, he falls to his knees and cries.

that was it. he lost you—he lost everything.

the polaroid picture was burning a hole through his wallet.

when he finally musters up the courage to check the guest room a few days later, he sees all your things packed up in boxes.

you had it all planned out, didn't you?

when mei comes later that day to pick up your things, she finds suna curled into a ball on the guest room floor.

"suna. wake up."

his eyes open slowly, and she finds them red, his eyebags puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

"is y/n gonna come back?" he asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

mei shakes her head, and suna cries again.

she looks away, thanking the heavens that she wasn't in a relationship. she couldn't help but pity him as she collected her best friend's things, suna's sobs as a sort of background noise.

she couldn't be surprised—the lost of your entire world was enough to make any grown man cry.

heartbreak isn’t easy, but suna’s heart hurts without you. where he sleeps, where he bathes, it all reeks of your touch.

you’re everywhere here, all memories playing back to him like a movie. he’s reminded of you, and recovering addicts don’t test themselves; they dont stay around said addiction to see if they can restrain themselves.

and so suna moves out, running from the place that you’ve drenched in your presence.

he leaves the polaroid picture on the table.

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years

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Hi, can I request one where Levi had a bad Day at work and when his fem s/o tries to help him he takes his frustration on her and she starts to give him the silent treatment? Sorry for my bad english💖

C/n: no no your English is fine. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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No Words.(Levi x Reader)

If there was one thing that Levi hated in his adult life, it was people getting on his nerves.

Today just wasn’t it. Levi could feel his head starting to throb and his blood boiling. It was super hot and he had to stay outside for three hours training the new recruits. And when there’s new recruits, there’s stupid mistakes and horrible decisions.

He could not wait to get back inside to have a cold shower and to have his new tea that he bought a couple of days ago. But it looks like, the Man upstairs wasn’t on his side today.

“Levi.” Moblit calls to him and hands him papers. “What’s this?” Levi asks annoyed as he looks through it. “New documents sent by Erwin. He needs you to look over it ASAP and to sign these.” He gives him another stack of papers. “What the fuck? Now?” He asks Moblit. “Yeah. Unfortunately.” Moblit says and turns and walks away. “For fuck’s sake.” Levi muttered and went into his office.

It was dinner time in the Survey Corps and Y/n walks through the halls to her love’s office. She hasn’t seen him the whole day which made her a bit worried because he didn’t even have lunch. Y/n stood in front of his door and knocked. “What?” His rough voice said and she smiles to herself. “It’s me.” She calls and she hears a faint “come in.” Y/n enters his office and he heart sinks at the state of it.

Papers scattered, his desk was a mess, teacups dirty and just laying there. “Levi? What happened here?” She asks as she looks around. “Nothing. What do you want, Y/n?” Levi asks harshly making her wince a bit. “What do I want? Levi, you haven’t eaten the whole day. By the looks of it you were only drinking tea. It’s not enough. Did Erwin give more paperwork?” She asks as she looks as the papers. “Yeah. Seriously, Y/n. I need to do this. Go and eat.” He tells her and she doesn’t move. Instead she takes his hand that was busy writing and holds it, jolting his movements. “Come on, baby. Eat something first.” She tells him softly and he scoffs. Levi abruptly pulls his hand away and looks at her.

Levi’s eyebags were beginning to darken and he looked drained of all life he had. “Y/n. I’m not going to tell you again. Leave me alone.” He threatens and she sighs. “Levi. Please just-” “GET OUT! Stop being so damn irritating for once.” Levi cuts her off and she shuts up. His chest was heaving, but he rolled up his sleeves and continued to write not even acknowledging how Y/n’s tears were running down her face. She puts her head down and walks out of his office and shuts the door behind her, leaving Levi to work.

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Two Hours Later.

“Fuck.” Levi groans as he rolls his shoulder and wrist. He exhaled and looks outside of his window. By the looks of it, it was already 10pm. He suddenly thought of his conversation with Y/n. “Oh shit.” He sighs out and puts his face in his hands. He was such an ass. He should’ve just left the paperwork and went with her, or not give her such for trying to get him something to eat. Your heart was always in the right place but his head was thinking when he shouted at her. He groans as he thinks of the shot he said to her, stupid shit that he should have never said.

Levi wakes up from his desk and goes outside to find Y/n. He needed to apologize. To own up to his mistake. But, he couldn’t find her. She wasn’t in her office nor the mess hall. So Levi goes to his next hope. “Yo, Four-Eyes. Where’s Y/n?” He asks Hange as she wipes her equipment. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since dinner when she went to get you. Where were you, by the way?” She asks. “Shitty Eyebrows gave me heaps of shitty paperwork.” He tells her as he runs a hand through his hair. “Ohhh. But no I haven’t seen her, Levi. Sorry.” Levi nods and leaves. Where could she be? If she wasn’t coming to bed with him, where would she sleep? “The girls chambers. Shit I can’t go in there.” He mumbles to himself but he continued to walk there anyway. He just stood outside and looked at the door. Levi couldn’t wait till morning but it looked like he had no other choice. So he left back to his office where he wouldn’t catch a wink of sleep, because Y/n wasn’t next to him.

“Is he gone?” Y/n ask from the bedroom. “Yeah. You can come out now.” Y/n opens the door and walks to Hange. “Thanks. I owe you one.” She says as she sits down. “So can you tell me what happened?” Hange asks and Y/n explains everything. “Shit. What are you gonna do?” Hange asks Y/n who rubs her face. “I don’t know. I’m just angry right now. With him.” Y/n says and Hange lays a hand on her shoulder. “Get some rest, Y/n.”

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The next morning, Levi saw Y/n sitting and talking with Hange in the Mess Hall. Finally. Levi and her lock eyes for a short while but she continues to talk with Hange. “Tch.” He walks and makes his tea and sits across from her. She could feel how intense his gaze was, the aura that radiated from him almost made her want to turn to him and tell him to knock it off. But she didn’t. She didn’t want to piss him off further.

“Y/n.”

She almost flinched at the sound of her lover’s voice. But she didn’t acknowledge him making Hange make big eyes at her and motioning her to her to look. But Y/n subtly shakes her head and gulps down her coffee. “Ms L/n.” Y/n turns to see her commander standing next to her. “Commander.” She says and Levi’s eye twitches. “The new recruits need more training. They’re waiting for you on the field.” Erwin tells her and she nods. Waking up, she nods farewell to hange and completely ignoring Levi’s presence. He almost grabbed her wrist but said no. She’s probably would’ve slapped him if he did.

Y/n stood in the training grounds and watched the cadets train. She expected that they would probably be done by lunch and she could finally rest. What she didn’t expect was to see Levi walking to the cadets. Oh god. What is he doing here?

“Cadets. Sparring time.” He orders out and looks at you. You break the eye contact as many cadets started to murmur among themselves. Y/n groans softly as Levi teamed up cadets with each other. The first match was up and Y/n watched while Levi watched her. His eyes never left. After the first five matches Levi stops the fighting. “Braun.” He says and Reiner stands up tall. “Sir?” He says. “Fight me.” Y/n gasps and looks at Levi with a “what the fuck are you doing” type of look. Levi takes off his jacket and meets Reiner who was already shitting himself. “Start.” He tells Reiner swings his arms in an attempt to punch his Captain but Levi easily dodged them. Suddenly, Levi looked at Y/n and brought Reiner on his stomach with his hands pinning behind his back. All while eye locking with his girlfriend. Y/n scoffs and turns and walks away back to the barracks and Levi wakes up from Reiner as he watches her. “Continue.” Levi orders and takes his jacket and walks to Y/n.

“What game is he playing?” Y/n mutters to herself and rolls her eyes. Unexpectedly, she is yanks by her waist and pulled into a nearby room and was pinned to the door as it closed.

Levi’s eyes bore in not hers as she tried to break away from his grip. “Stop. Stop struggling.” He whispers and she drops her head and became limp. “Talk to me.” He tells her but she doesn’t. What do you want me to say, idiot? Everything stopped and the silence filled the room. Y/n refused to look at Levi but he gently takes his hand and lifts her chin up. “I’m sorry. For what I said. I didn’t mean it. It’s just, yesterday was so horrible and I took out my frustration on you. I shouldn’t have.” Levi apologizes as he cups her cheek. After his apology, Y/n still didn’t talk to him. It’s like she couldn’t. Like she lost her voice from not speaking to him for so long. Levi began to panic.

“Y/n. Hey come on. Stop it. I’m sorry. Talk to me.” He pleaded wanting to her beautiful voice. The voice that tore him away from his nightmares. The one that brought him back to reality.

Y/n looked into his eyes as hers began to water. “I..” she began. “I don’t know, Levi.” Y/n says and looks down. His breath hitched and his eyes widened. “What? Don’t know what?” He asks and his heart began to race. “I didn’t mean that you were irritating. I didn’t, I swear. I love you. I love you so goddamn much. Don’t do this.” He rests his head on her shoulder as his voice cracked. Y/n sighed and hugged him back bringing him closer to her. “I’m not leaving you, idiot. I forgive and love you. But..” she pulls away and cups his face in her hands. “Let me take care of you. Let me help.” She whispers and he closes the gap between their bodies. It’s not hard or rough. He poured all of his love for her in that kiss.

“I will. Just never do that again. I was going insane without hearing your voice.”

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“Wake up to reality.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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beann-e · 3 years

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Mha Characters reacting to being hugged randomly by their s/o

Shinso

-shinso would welcome you & your hug & words & then fight you to see who’s better with their words

-i take from his character that he loves winning — no matter if it’s something small or not he’ll act like he doesn’t care for it but won’t stop until he wins

It’s been a hard day he’ll admit.

Today was his first day being around class 1-A — and he could honestly say

they were just as annoying as he thought

Everyone was too quick to welcome him and surround him which just pissed him off

well, apart from the asshole with the red eyes who he refused to keep eye contact with

just bakugous mere presence or even his mouth opening pissed him off

Knowing deku and going off of how they first met when he shoved him out of the arena

showing him yet again that the hero course was not to be messed with

he thought he was prepared to meet the same person only for him to be wrong and walk in to see hero deku and class deku were two different people he was not yet ready to meet

To him hero deku was hardcore and fight fight fight

class deku was a loser

a loser who got bullied , fell on the stairs flat on his face, and got embarrassed by aizawa when he for the 4th time yet again in one class started staring at shinso with wide eyes like a tiny pervert and writing like a stalker his notebook

He took a deep breath before he grabbed the handle to your door just knowing that being by your side he may feel a little better

he silently prayed that today you weren’t doing something weird in your room like he often’d find you.

Thanking god when he saw you at your desk a small wave coming from you at his entrance

“ drawing — give me a sec “

he grunted as he sat on your bed hands holding him up while he flicked through his phones many apps — well not many seeing as though he rarely had time to get on his phone

Which is why he was confused when he found himself actually going through it pausing when he noticed he’d ended up on google trying to figure out different dog barks and their meanings hoping he could find a way to talk to bakugou and tell him to shut the hell up

“ you uh — “ he threw his phone behind him on your bed propping himself up to lay back “ you still drawing “

“ mmhm “ you said softly as you traced on the paper in front of you attention focused on your new hero design

“ oh “ his voice was soft you knew something was wrong he wasn’t a man of many words but he would always try to string a sentence along for you

“ hey shin you good “ you put the pencil in your mouth as you erased a line you’d messed up on

“ yeah “ he moved to stand up “ yeah “ he let out while looking around your room “ just tired baby “

your eyes creased as you ran the words through your mind until you both sat in silence the room growing cold

‘ somethings off ‘

“ well my uh — my girlfriends too bus— “

his mouth fell open in a wide o as he looked down to see your face pressed into his chest hands tied around his back your feet planted right in between his as you two stood in the middle of the room

His heart beating out of his chest when he noticed what you were drawing

“ y/— “

“ shh “

you pushed yourself further in his chest “ hug me back please babe “

he jumped forgetting that sometimes he had to return your affection and couldn’t just accept it.

That was hard for him to let himself do the things you do so freely.

His arms hung loosely around your back making you smile “ your getting there “ your voice came out muffled “ I’m so proud of you pretty boy “

he shook at your praise “ p-pretty boy “

“ yeah — your fucking hot babe “ he felt himself sinking into you

“ h-how — how am I hot ? “ the word fell foreign on his lips

“ your quirks so amazing — you look so good when your trying your best it makes me feel warm inside — and I especially like when you use your voice mask “

he found himself smiling

“ don’t get me started on your looks who can pull off purple hair like you shin “

“ you — you could “

“ oh god see and your an amazing liar — your all around awesome shin “

“ t-thank you but I don’t des—“

“ you deserve it “

you two fell quiet as he gripped you harder finally giving in to your affection

‘ he’s ok now ‘

“ how did you know something was “ he sighed out as he pressed his head in your hair “ off “

“ your always tired shin — always — you’ve never actually voiced it though so I was — I felt off myself when you said it —it felt weird “

“ you knew off of one phrase “

“ one phrase “

he smiled into your hair pulling your face back to plant a kiss to your forehead

“ see so fucking beautiful baby “

your thumb traced his face making sure to run under his eyes feeling just how tired he actually was when you felt his eye bags

“ no after school rant today “ he laughed mocking you in your own voice

“ get to sleep baby you have class tomorrow— shin if I see any new eyebags i’m kicking your ass — bab— “

you pushed him away as he fell back on your bed

“ what ? what I was just saying — i mean am i wrong you do say all of those things “

“ get out “ you protested sitting back in your chair continuing your drawing “ come look at this “

he sat confused as he blinked “ I uh “

“ choose the latter “

he smiled as he walked over to your chair draping himself over your shoulder “ your so talented “

“ no I just — i draw “ you said softly

“ oh she just draws “ he copied “ the beautiful lady just draws as she proceeds to draw a portrait of my new hero costume “

he pouted “ you couldn’t have possibly done this all right now how long did this take you “

you looked away

“ I told you I knew you were sad “ sighing as you looked up at him neck bent backwards

“ so I started drawing it when I walked past you in the hallway like I said your always tired but today you were wiping at your eyes constantly — yawning and just then you confirmed it saying you were tired so I “

you looked away “ I drew what you’d been trying to “

he moved to place his lips on yours not letting up until the both of you had to tap out at the lack of oxygen “ your so fucking beau— “

“ Beautiful “ you cut him off words syncing with his up as you two continued the rest of the night with you yelling at him about how he had to open up to his classmates and accept their flaws first before he came to talk badly about them to you

except for bakugou he could talk badly about him

“ thank you for the hug “

“thank you for the acceptance on my drawing “

“ thank you for the praise “

“ thank you for being with me“

he scoffed as his face grew hard before relaxing into a smirk “ thank you for loving me “

“ y-you win “

he laughed as he met your face with one more kiss smiling down on you “ I win “

Bakugou

-you only know because he doesn’t get upset at your actions and your in total surprise

You moved your hand to poke at your boyfriend for the 7th time in a row

your body ducking under his bed in fear of his screams everytime you poked

you frowned when he didn’t acknowledge you

you were only doing it because you wanted to hear some kind of response from him most times when you annoyed him like this he would pick you up and plop you on his bed and tickle the life out of you until you both fell asleep

For some reason he was barely even moving from the spot he came in and laid himself down in

After class the both of you walked to his dorm and he unlocked it holding it open for you and walking in after throwing his backpack to the corner as he ripped off his uniform blazer hand outstretched for yours as he laid them over the back of the desk chair

squatting down to help you take off your shoes and then grabbing them to place at the door his own falling right off his feet with a loud thump.

Him moving to his bed grabbing you and sitting you down on the floor in front of him your legs crossed in front of you as he laid on the bed looking at your sitting figure on the floor

His eyes never leaving yours the whole time until he finally shook his head and turned away from you causing your body to fall

thus leading to your endless pokes

‘ wait now that I think about it ‘

“ babe— have you talked at all today “

you looked to the floor “ I— I don’t think you’ve talked all day “ holding out your hand counting off your fingers

“ at lunch you didn’t even ask me what I wanted you just “

your hands moved up with your shoulders in a shrug “ got it “

you played with the hem on your pants

“ at practice you didn’t partner with kiri you just stayed near me and when we got in your room you“

you looked to your feet voice soft trying to sort through your mind

“ you took my shoes off for me “

you sat for a moment moving to poke him again his body never moving no answer being given to you

“ I know your not sleeping kats —you breathe heavy as shit when you are so “

he didn’t laugh or even grunt nothing falling from his lips as your eyebrows quirked into a knowing furrow

Hands and body leaving the floor as you climbed on his bed to lay on top of his body

your chest draped over his right side

legs straddling his own and your mouth pressed right into his ear

“ I swear i’m not going anywhere baby “

you watched as his eyes moved from the wall across from you two to the pillow right next to him

in hopes of conserving his feelings

“ your doing great — your the coolest and strongest guy I know “

you kissed the outer shell of his ear

“ your so respectful and understanding of my needs“

you placed a kiss to his jaw “ your cuddles are amazing and you make me feel loved when you finally give in and let me win our fights — snuggling up to me on the couch “

you moved to kiss the end of his eyebrow

“ your so hot when you talk to me —that’s when I find you the hottest “

your eyes fell to his lips as you stared down on him

“ when you answer me — and acknowledge me “

he grunted a little in response

his eyes closing when your mouth found his neck kissing softly as you smiled

“ there you go pretty boy“

he groaned as you hugged him arms wrapping around whatever part of his body you could find

“ your kissing everywhere but where I want you to “

“ and where’s that “

“ you know babe “

his face flashed a look you weren’t fast enough to catch as you laughed at him

“ fine fine “

you let your lips hover over his as he turned his body so you were now laying directly on top of him

his hands coming to rest on your lower back

“ before I give you this kiss “

“ fuck—seriously y/n — you can’t just talk after—you worked me up expecting a kiss “

he shook his head in annoyance “ fucking tease — I knew I should’ve kept my mood “

“ but why “ your face dropped as you looked around his “ why did you have a mood katsuki “

he grunted “ because I “

he sighed as he looked directly into your eyes “ sometimes I feel like i’m not doing enough like I could do more for you and sometimes I feel like I treat you like an asshole and what — what girl wants to date an asshole “

he shook his head “ I don’t know if I tell you I love you enough or if I— if I show you that I can protect you if I wanted to or even that I can supply all your needs “

he mumbled under his breath “ I don’t even know if i talk to you enough “

you smiled as you ran your hand through the top of his hair “ you do — you do it all “

you laughed “ and your just fine “

he looked away as you pulled his face back

“ no kats look at me “ his eyes darted away hating how he just opened up to you and now you were begging for eye contact he felt stupid and way too open

“ kats look “ he slowly found his eyes moving to yours at your tone

he knew not to mess around when your praising him it pisses you off and one thing he knows he doesn’t feel like dealing with is a pissed off girlfriend

especially after he just cleaned up his room from your last outburst of firing off his gauntlet at his negligence to answer you

luckily he fell submissive right after mind racing at your attempt to kill him over a small eyeroll and scoff at your praise

Only sucking up his attitude so he didn’t have to run into another problem like that where aizawa flat out kicked his ass for the hole you created in the wall that he somehow took the blame for when he felt your stone cold stare on his back in the office

he was not about to risk his good moment with you right now

“ your amazing , Beautiful , smart and talented “ he shook at the praise body growing hot

“ your doing so good for me and I couldn’t ask for anymore “ you smiled slightly “ keep doing what your doing “

his heart thumped hoping you couldn’t hear it

“ and also i’m not complaining —if you y’know ever wanted to take off my shoes for me again “

he scoffed as he looked away from you and back “ how’d you know “

“ you always tickle me when I poke and annoy you “

you pouted as he spoke “ huh always ? “

“ always “

“ you know my routine that much “ you shook your head in a yes

“ so now that I know why your always pissing me off and what you want I doubt I feel like giving it to you anymore “

you moved to get off of him “ ok well i’m sure it’s a bit more fun with kirish—“

your loud laugh ripped through the room as you fell to his floor with a loud boom

his mouth curling up into a smile as he dragged you back on the bed your protest falling on deaf ears as he continued until he finally stopped speaking into your ear softly

“ I lov—“ he shook his head burying himself into your chest “ fuck you shitty woman “

you smiled at his words hand raking up the back of his neck and into his hair “ I love you katsuki “

kiri

-the only way I can see you understanding somethings off with kirishima is if he just hasn’t been smiling or making comments all day

-then your like :0 uh woah dude my boyfriend hasn’t smiled all day

“ how about ice cream and a movie ? “ you turned to the red head sitting on the couch beside you then shaking you head at your question “ nah sounds lame right “

you laughed “ I knew you would say that “

you pouted when your thoughts finally connected “ oh — nevermind babe i’m sorry I forgot I didn’t do my homework it’s the one midnight gave us I should probably get started—“

Your mouth moving so fast you missed the way the speed in his leg increased in its shakes , the puff of air he let out at your continued talking when he just wanted silence.

Sometimes he enjoyed being around bakugou because at least he had silence for a moment just a moment until he would scream his head off only to return back to the quiet environment he’d created before

“ so yeah it’s a lot and if I don’t get it turned in today I may just fail her clas -“

“ then get it done “ his voice was low and quick to snap at you which had your mind stalling

you laughed uncomfortable with the way he spoke to you “ aw uh where’s my happy guy “

he scoffed as he shifted on the couch his leg speeding up its pace “ where’s my annoying girlfriend “

he snapped his fingers pointing it to you “ oh I spy with my little eye “

his voice was dead as he spoke

“ she’s right next to me “

your eyebrows furrowed as you jumped back a bit

you couldn’t even make out words after his comments

you knew for your few months of dating kirishima that it couldn’t be possible for him to be happy and care about people’s feelings all the time

he had to open up and let you see him pissed off at least once to seal the deal on your relationship

this was it

this was the seal but for some reason you didn’t know if you could close it —much less address it and find the problem

“ kirishima what’s wrong with you “

“ you’ve just been talking all day baby i’m a bit tired of just— “

he felt his body growing a bit hotter than normal , you feeling the heat from his words make their way over to you everytime he spit them out

“just hearing you — I know I can go on and on for hours but if I can go hours you can go days and I just never noticed until now “

“ oh “

“ yeah I need some silence right now babe and your—your not helping” his voice was low even upset he was still trying to save your feelings not that it worked

“ no ones helping “

you looked from your boyfriend to everyone around the room

their voices echoing with laughter everyone spread out around the room as they spoke about what they all did today.

The kitchen full of people

bakugous yelling moving its way down the dorm halls

your face dropping as you stood and grabbed his hand that he snatched back quickly

“ I don’t want to leave “

you pouted settling yourself back on the couch you didn’t know how to deal with him like this and his best friend wasn’t here and almost everyone else he said was adding to his anger would just make him angrier right ? if you called them over

so who could you get to help ?

“ I may be pissed off by them but I — I still want to be around people I don’t want to be upset and alon— “

Time slowed as he felt his body weigh down almost as if he felt the weight of himself when he used his quirk.

Eyes widened before they closed basking in the heat your body supplied as you crawled in his lap wrapping your arms around his neck legs around his own in a straddle

his body just relaxing into your hold not making any movements the occasional jump to follow you whenever you would move

“ come on tell me what’s wrong baby “

your voice was soft in his ear not wanting to draw attention over seeing as though he wasn’t in the best of moods “ who do you want me to fight “

you looked closely at his face as he was just quiet hands finally moving to push both your legs up so that he could get you as close as possible his mouth moving to kiss yours

happiness of the moment overflowing within you as you let him guide you in the kiss surrendering all control to him and letting him lead

“ just feeling a little background today ? “ you said smiling hands cupping his face

“ I understand it gets to someone after a whil— “

“and everyone acts totally brand new when they see i’m not happy for one day —baby one literal day —why am i just expected to be happy all the time “

he dropped his head to your chest “ i’m not no one is”

“ so then tell me what’s wrong why aren’t you happy today “

“ nothings wrong y/n “

his voice boomed loud through your chest

“ nothing is wrong I just feel like having quiet today but because of that —here everyone is —in my face asking me what’s wrong telling me i’m not myself “

he tried to bury his head further in your chest

“ when I want quiet everyones loud and I —I never noticed how loud i am —how loud everything is until I stopped talking and I hate it —I hate how loud everything is “

you sighed as his fingers ran along your thigh “ I thought if I followed you out here to watch a movie I would be comfortable “

his voice was sad “ I just wanted to come out here and watch a movie with my girlfriend but “

your hand running over his shoulders and back up finding a hold in his hair

“ I just got more pissed off when you actually started talking I just expected —if no one else could be quiet then you would “

“ well i’m sorry I wasn’t quiet “

“ you shouldn’t have to be not cause I want you to be“

“ that’s right “

“ I know “ he took a deep breath looking up at

“ I know you think i’m an asshole now because you’ve seen this side of me—the angry one but “

“ I don’t think your an asshole or you’d be sitting in bakugous room right now crying that there’s lemon juice in your eyes “

his mouth shut instantly as he stared at you in fear your thumb running circles over his cheek

“ h-how can say something like that and “ he shook his head “ that’s so manly god I love you so much “

“ I love you too but —you have to tell me things kiri I can’t just “

you flicked his forehead as he crinkled his nose in pain “ I can’t just read your big brain”

“ but you did it just now “

“ huh “

“ all I wanted was for you to hug me and like shower me in kisses to calm me down and you “

he kissed your forehead “ you did it —which kinda had me confused on how you knew me so well “

you laughed “ you looked sad —upset and I wanted to remind you that I was still here regardless of how you feel —you cat push me away that easily “

he smiled widely as you two felt heat radiate through your bodies

“ I really do love you baby months or years or days I love how well you know me”

your mouth opening to laugh as you cuddled into his neck

“ guys kirishimas fine “ denkis voice made the both of you shake

“ I told you he just wanted some attention from y/n —guys he just has a small case of simptitis “

your head turned quickly as you seen the shaking boy beneath you “ uh your room “

“ my room “

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goodbyeeeeeehoes · 2 years

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INEVITABLE OR NOT....

(chp 05)

warning in this chp — grammar issues, not proofread, attempt r@pe, assault, violence, manga spoilers(a bit).

chp04

(name) waits for the person she have promised to meet yesterday at their regular meeting spot; a cafe! she had order her drink and as well for the other, this brings... some memories. the bell at the door rang signalling someone entering the cafe and she saw not only one but two familiar figures.

this was exactly she told him not to do but still he did it. not that you can blame him anyways since that white haired bitch knows everything someway, somehow. however, you came prepared and ordered two drinks instead one.

"kaku-chan!! zana-kun!!" she waved her hand to them while wearing the sweet smile of hers. kakucho waved her back while the other one gave her scowl, one more problem now; how is going to fix THIS problem? they sat down in front of her and grabbed their drinks, you really know them well.

"why did you call kakucho first? it was supposed to be 'zana-kun' first!" he huffed and drank his beverage that she order. "that's because i saw kaku-chan first, that doesn't mean i ignored you, zana-kun." she explained but izana clearly didn't want to hear it so she just give up.

"i want you two helping me on dealing some troublesome delinquents" izana's ears perkes up and kakucho hummed for her to continue on what she's going to say. "those delinquents are planning on doing horrible stuff to someone i know and i need help" izana was clearly interested, even though he's not showing it. (name) told the details and the plan to both of them, she have planned this for the whole night. her eyebags didn't went unnoticed.

"i'll help—" kakucho was cut off by izana softly slamming the table. "(name), i'm not doing nor helping you if it's involved toma—". not letting izana finishing his words, (name) gave her reasons. "innocent people are involved in this.. their girlfriends and families get assaulted and hurt. i don't care if the guy gets beaten up to the point he gets hospitalized but i don't want innocent girls get involved to this just because their boyfriends are associated with gangs."

"and who knew if they gained some courage and target me? i'm not strong, i know that and i know that everyone will see this as an impossibility but there's time i'm alone. i'm not well protected as everyone view me." she paused a bit before continuing. "so please." she pleaded.

there was a long silence before kakucho starts to speak up. "like i said, i'll help you." he smile at her and put a hand on hers, as a sign of comfort. izana contemplate for awhile, he didn't want to help toman, he wouldn't help anyone who's in it even if they begged but it was her who asked, who is he to ignore? and seeing her being so scared, doesn't sit rights in his guts.

"you owe me, you know that." she nodded as izana crossed his arms and suddenly stands up, kakucho following. "i'm only doing this for you, consider you're special then". he left the cafe with kakucho while (name) was trying her best up to catch up as she was throwing her and izana's bottle into the trash can and also grabbing her bag.

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the three of them went to the spot where she knew the incident will held and she could already saw the guy being beaten up by two guys. the guy above him threw another punch to his face and (name) flinched at the sight, that poor guy. she look beside him and saw the girl being manhandled by two guys and a guy between her legs, the girl was desperately crying for help. seeing that all happening in front of her, (name) was in rage.

"hey bastards, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" all heads look towards to her—it's almost laughable with the same hairstyle and clothes on five guys, she couldn't help but called them pathetic. the girl was crying in relief and those losers from meobius immediately recognized her, but who wouldn't though? she hold two important positions in toman and is very highly respected for it.

"its (name), she's toman coordinator and informant. i heard she's very good at fighting." one of the underlings spoke to their leader, who assumed was the leader. "don't make me laugh, this bitch literally die receiving one punch from me." he laughed and his underlings followed, they laughed as if it is the most funniest joke they every heard.

"watch how you talk to her, dipshits." kakucho grunted, pissed at them after hearing the words they throw at (name) and izana was clearly holding himself back or not, he was just too unpredictable for her to guess. "who do you think you're talking to, fucker?!!" one of the guys yelled and stomped on beaten up toman's head, who clearly whimpered in pain.

"gyō.. you are really stupid, aren't you?! that's (name), she maybe not strong but having her here is already bad news." he paused a bit before continuing on explaining whatever he was explaining to the guy named 'gyō'. "and those two beside her, they lead from bad to worst." his worries was brushed off by his members who just laughed it off. what can this two skinny boys and one girl even do? beat us up? impossible.

"leave or there will be a huge issue, we both don't want that.. don't we?" (name) speaks with a cold tone while intimidatingly glare at them. "you bastards are lucky that it's me who found out... you know that our gang's partners or families are off limits" she warned them but they completely ignore it as a sign that they were looking down on her, which was very expecting. she knew due to her gender, no one will took her serious but she can't do anything about it right now. she just signaled kakucho and izana to beat them up.

she no longer care, she just wanted this to end, her patience was running thin as time goes by. these bastards are really asking for it so why not give them a few lesson from two skilled fighters? that's fair, isnt it?

izana and kakucho was beating the hell out of the five guys, it was funny how only two of them could beat five in such short moment. meanwhile, (name) was focusing more to the very beaten up guy and his girlfriend, who he hold tightly in his arms. the guy met eyes with (name) and teared up, she literally saved them with those unknown guys but he was grateful for their help. "i've called the ambulance and the police, please hold on for a little while." she smiled and patted the girl's head, a sign of comfort.

it's been minutes but both izana and kakucho wasn't done with their beating. however, they had to stop since the sirens blaring was getting closer. "we have to go, call us later!" kakucho waved goodbye and started walked away but still waiting for izana. "see you later. i really thought we could see you fight. maybe next time huh?" he ruffled her hair before catching up to kakucho. both of them waving her goodbye as she did the same too.

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i was sick ahh this was very rushed. idk why but i really planned on how this series will end. i'm just going to post anyways 🤪 it's the confidence that's matter!! PURR

anyways mikeyy i miss you, i finally got to see him in recent chapters. me is so happy❤

genya's and mitsuri arc will be animated soon, i am very excited ᕕ(՞ᗜ՞)ᕗ

ANYWAYS stay safe babes 💋

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formenis · 3 years

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Lesson

Anon asked: “ Can you do a scenario where L hasn't sleep in a while and it got to the point where even the Task Force is worried about him so Watari calls L's secret S/O and she comes barging into HQ and starts yelling at L that he is getting sleep or she is drugging him so he will sleep and L just follows behind her like a love-sick puppy“

A/N: please everyone, let’s give L so much love! Our best detective needs some rest sometimes.

And consider English is not my first language so I’m sorry about all the mistakes you’ll find. I’m trying to improve.

pairing: L x fem!reader

warning: nope

requested: yes

Y/A = your alias

Once Watari said: «L has no internal clockwork or any concept of time. After 102 hours of staying awake, he slept for almost 17 hours» and for him it was not enough.

If you think it's strange, well you don't know L. He goes to the toilette by himself with open doors and slightly changed sitting position. Since he likes clearness, he bathes frequently. But he never washes himself; he just sits in Watari's special "human washer" which includes drying functions.

L is rather picky with regards to clothing, there are always ten or so identical sets of clothes prepared for him. But he cannot put them on by himself…no, rather, he never feels like doing it (Watari has to say something like "banzai" to tell L to lift his arms). Most of the time, he is in his room, sitting motionlessly in that position.

But Y/N L/N knows it very well. She is L's girlfriend for a long time and she is used to L's particular (and almost non-existent) routine. That's her patience and kind personality that caught L's attention. It all started when Y/N went at the Wammy's House for a job interview. They were searching for a new teacher and Y/N satisfied all the prerequisites. During her probationary period all children fell in love with their new teacher, so patient and gentle even with the most spiteful kid.

When Roger Ruvie, the Wammy's House manager when Watari was not there, sent his observations about this new candidate, L agreed in hiring her. And when he met her in person he was hypnotised by her. The children were right, she was special: Y/N became the mother, the sister, the aunt and the friend those children didn’t have. This captured the attention and the interest of the greatest detective in the world.

It didn’t take long for both Y/N and L to fall for each other: the young teacher was attracted by his intellect and by his gaze, so deep and mysterious; on the other hand, L was mesmerized by her personality and by her smirk she had whenever she was right about something. But the thing that convinced L that Y/N was the right one for him was when she beat him at chess.

«Checkmate»

At first, L didn’t pay attention to what she said but when he observed the chessboard he couldn’t hide his surprise. «Miss L/N…you won»

«That's what I said»

But back to the present. Y/N was at the Wammy's House checking the homework of her little students when Roger entered her classroom.

«Miss L/N, there's a call for you»

«Ah yes, thank you Roger» Y/N answers at the phone placed on her desk. «Hello?»

«Miss L/N, it's Watari» the old and warm voice of Quillsh Wammy (as known as Watari) echoed through the receiver.

«Good afternoon Watari, I was correcting some homework. Do you need something?»

«It's about L»

Since the beginning of the Kira case, L moved to Japan. He changed hotel every week until Watari finished the new HQ and for the task-force was compulsory not to use any electronic devices when they were with him. This meant L couldn’t call his beloved Y/N that often and he started to miss her.

In order to solve as fast as he could the Kira case, he dived in the work for entire days and nights. Sugar cubes and coffee were his meals and he almost refused to sleep. He focused his mind and all his being to the case.

At first, the task-force wasn’t that concerned since they realised L had particular habits. But week after week, month after month, the situation got worse. His eyebags became darker and heavier, his skin became more white than his shirt and in general he looked really sickly.

«Uhm Ryuzaki? Did you sleep last night?» Soichiro Yagami asked him, there was worry on his face.

«When the Kira case will be solved I'll sleep» L replied rather tiredly despite his monotone voice didn’t express it. But Watari, who was with them serving ice-cream to everyone, noticed it immediately. He couldn’t bear such sight, he had to do something so he made a decision: if nobody could convince L to rest, then Miss Y/N L/N will.

«That's why I need you here, Miss L/N»

«He didn’t sleep for how much, Watari?! Are you serious?»

«Unfortunately yes. He dedicated every part of his being to the case. And by "every part" I mean literally every part of him»

«I can't believe it. I'm coming there, Watari»

«Very well, Miss L/N»

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

When Y/N arrives in Japan she was truly amazes by that country, so full of life, lights and culture. She can't believe it's the same country where Kira is killing. However, at the moment she can only think about L. She is so worried about him and about his well-being: he can be so odious and stubborn about his work that he would gladly renounce to his health if it meant to solve a case.

Y/N is boiling from rage, L went too far. If he falls ill how can he solve the case? Despite the anger she feels, she is excited too: it's been months since she saw or heard L. She misses him so much…but at the same time she wants to scold him.

«He is more hard-headed than the children at the Wammy's!» Y/N mutters at Watari, who is driving the car. With an excuse, he left the HQ to go at the airport to pick Y/N up and now they were coming back.

«Yes, I know. It's the reason I called you…you are the only one who can convince Ryuzaki»

During the way towards the HQ, Watari informs her about the Kira case, the task-force and all L's suspects. At the same time Y/N warns him about all the new prodigies at the orphanage. The old man smiles kindly when he sees, through rear-view mirror, how Y/N's eyes shine when she started to talk about her students.

After an hour, the two of them arrives at this famous HQ: twenty-three floors aboveground and two floors belowground; Watari said there is a helipad on the roof of the building but the structure is designed so that the helipad and the two helicopters on it cannot be seen by those looking at the building from the exterior.

«Miss L/N, please use the back stairs. I deactivated the cameras so you can reach the monitoring room without being watched by Ryuzaki»

«Alright Watari, thanks»

Y/N did as instruct by him and takes the back stairs in order to reach the elevator. In her mind, Y/N is preparing the discourse to do at L: it doesn't matter if his colleagues are with him, he has to come to terms with her and starting to have a regular and healthy routine.

In the monitoring room nobody has any idea that the greatest detective's girlfriend is there in the same building as them. Actually they don’t know that L has a girlfriend either. So when the task-force see a young woman spread open the main door of the monitoring room they are quite shocked.

«Who is she?» Matsuda looked up from the papers in his hands. Shortly after that, all the other men looked up as well.

«L!»

That voice distracted L from his dossiers and through the reflection on his laptop he recognises Y/N. His lips become a thin line, a sudden rush of thoughts and emotions hits L at the same time. Why is she there? Something bad happened at the Wammy's House? Is it because he cuts ties with everyone during the investigations? Confusion, concern, worry, alarm…fear yet happiness, because he can see her after long time. L is overwhelmed.

«Everyone, please meet Miss Y/A, Ryuzaki's significant other» Watari introduces her at the task-force and each member gasped in shock.

«L! Watari told me you refused to eat properly, to sleep properly…to live properly!»

Ryuzaki spins his swivel chair towards her so Y/N has the chance to look better at him: hollow face, paler skin colour, dark and heavy eyebags. «Y/A, please, I'm not one of your student»

L is somehow relieved that Y/N was there because of him and not because something terrible happened to her or to the children at the orphanage. So he half-sighs in relief when she started to complain about is health.

«Well, you seem like one in this moment! I cannot bear seeing you like this, you know how much important health is for everyone. The lack of sleep or an unregulated diet will affect your mind and your efficiency will decrease! And how can you catch Kira if you're tired?»

Ah, how much L misses those cute "telling-offs". It is clearly Y/N's professional deformation: she worries about people and strangers as much as she does with the children at the Wammy's. So when she finishes her discourse, L couldn’t hide a wide smile.

«I guess you're right, Y/A» L pretended to be sorry but the truth is that he loves seeing that part of Y/N's personality.

«Of course I am! Now let's start from the sleeping part!» she walks closer to him and grabs the wrist. Then she drags him out of the monitoring room leading towards the bedroom. In L's eyes, admiration and love can be seen while Y/N continues with her discourse about a new healthy routine he has to start.

Right before entering the bedroom L stops and hugs Y/N from behind, his arms are around her chest now. «Y/N…you have no idea how much I missed you»

She smiles, removing her teacher mask for a moment, and looks at him. «I missed you too, cutie pie»

L rubs slightly his cheeks against hers in a cute act of affection. Having her in his arm is such a relief for him, L can sense a strong wave of tiredness on his shoulders. «Will you rest with me?»

«Of course~» Y/N caresses his dark hair, something she really misses doing. «I'll stay with you from now on»

#death note #death note headcanons #death note scenario #l x reader #l lawliet #watari #reader insert #female reader #x you #x y/n

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years

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;; 𝖆𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖔

otherwise read as: you’re a stressed out bitch and albedo is worried

❧ masterlist

Being an assistant to the Acting Grandmaster of Monstadt is no easy task. It was your job to make sure that Jean wouldn't get overworked again, and to keep her in tip-top shape.

When the job was offered up to you, you immediately accepted; Jean was a close friend of yours, and it hurt you to see her so stressed out every day while still tending to the everyday tasks of helping the citizens of Monstadt. You were willing to take on her mountains of work to give her a break, because Barbatos knows she deserves it. [perhaps he does-]

"Are you sure about this (Y/N)? It's a lot to get through, surely I can at least help somewhat-" You rolled your eyes at her, shooting her a playful smile.

"Jean! It's finee, I got this! You just go take a break, maybe go out for lunch with Lisa? I'm sure she would be more than happy to oblige!" You winked at her, laughing at her slightly flushed face

"Well, if you're sure, then I will be taking my leave. But please let me know if you need me to come back at any moment, and I will be sure to come and help." You turned her around by her shoulders, marching her out of her office and leading her to the doorway of the library.

"Now! Go and take a break! Go on a date and romance that-"

"(Y/N)!!" You giggled at her reddening state.

"Alright, alright...LISA!! JEAN'S HERE AND SHE HAS SOMETHING TO ASK!!" You called. You saluted to Jean, who was looking at you with panicked eyes.

"(Y/N)!!"

You raced back to her office, quickly grabbing the piles of paperwork and list of commissions to do today and sprinting down the steps into the basement of the headquarters. [idk where the lab is so bear with me here]

"(Y/N)!! Get back here!!" You could hear Jean yell in the distance.

As your assistant, it is my duty to help you with your future, and that includes matchmaking. You'll forgive me when you have a girlfriend.

"Albedo!! Door!!" You yelled out into the hallway. Sure enough, just as you were about to run into the door, it opened, letting you inside before closing swiftly behind you.

Panting, you heaved the piles of paperwork onto a nearby cluttered table, accidentally knocking over a few oddities.

"I was about to visit you, but it seems you visited me first." He chuckled.

Ahhh, cute!!

"Do you mind if I do this work in here? I wouldn't want someone to walk in looking for Jean and just find me lurking about." Albedo nodded, and you sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair and rolling your neck in preparation for the time that would be needed for the mountain of paperwork in front of you.

"Did you give Jean another break today?" Albedo asked softly.

"Yup! As her trusty assistant, I gave her a date as well!" He chuckled at this, wrapping his arms loosely around you from behind and resting his chin on your head.

"And I presume that's why you ran in here full speed?" An amused tone filled his voice, and you could imagine the playful smirk on his lips.

"Yup! Now, to get this work done!" You thought that once you started, Albedo would go and work on his experiments and whatnot, but to your surprise, he stayed behind you, watching as you filled out forms and whatnot for Jean.

"Albedo?" It had been almost half an hour, and while you not were displeased that he had stayed, you were a bit confused as to why.

"Ah...nevermind." Yeah, you weren't about to risk him leaving.

After a while, he got off and moved to the chair beside you, reaching to the main table in the middle of the room and grabbing his sketchbook and a pencil. He started sketching something on the paper, and you tried to lean over to see, but he angled himself back. You frowned, pouting as you laid your head on the table, continuing to sign papers.

"(Y/N), are you almost finished?"

"Not nearly, why?" Albedo let out a long sigh, not responding to your question. You brushed it off, not thinking much of his response.

Several hours passed by, and you were almost done with the paperwork. Albedo had stayed in the lab the entire time, sketching for a majority of the time, using the time he wasn't sketching to briefly tidy up a bit.

"(Y/N), are you done yet?" He asked, shutting his sketchbook and placing it on the table.

"Almost done, I probably need like another hour. I have no idea how Jean did this all by herself before..." Your head rested in the palm of your hand, your eyebrows furrowed as you thought of how exhausted Jean must have been, especially with the Fatui in the city, as well as the Stormterror threat that had happened a few months back.

If only I had noticed sooner...

Your pen paused against the parchment as you thought of your actions in the past.

"How about you finish the rest tomorrow (Y/N), and we can maybe grab some dinner and go home?" Albedo's hand gently grabbed the pen out of yours, setting it down on the table.

"No no, I should finish it now. It has to get done at some point; besides, I'm doing this for Jean. I told her it would get done, so it's going to get done." You picked the pen back up and continued on with doing the work, rapidly scribbling across the parchment as your eyes scanned over the document.

A frown appeared on Albedo's face. You hadn't told him, but he knew you felt guilty for not noticing Jean's fatigued and stressed self before. You didn't really notice it, but you were always working just as hard as Jean, just in a different way. On top of being Jean's assistant and taking on her work, you were always helping people around Monstadt with little errands, doing extra commissions on top of the ones assigned, attending to emergencies in Monstadt, Dragonspine, and Liyue, and so on.

He was getting worried about you; he didn't want you to end up fatigued like Jean was before. The only problem was that you were quite stubborn and didn't like to listen to other people when it came to your well-being. you always said that you would take a break if you weren't feeling well, but Albedo saw right through that lie.

"(Y/N), please. I'm worried about you." You looked up at him for a moment, your eyebrows furrowed in a confused look.

"Why are you worried about me? I'm fine Albedo, really." He merely sighed in response, his gloved fingers reaching out to gently brush your darkening eyebags. You looked to the side, groaning

"You're reminding me of Jean when she kept overworking herself; she said the same thing to me. I don't want to see that happen to you (Y/N). It's not healthy to keep taking on all of the work, so please just come and rest. Do it for me?" You could see a glint of sadness and desperation in his eyes, and you nervously looked down at the documents before looking back to him.

There isn't too much, so I might be able to get the rest done tomorrow...

"Ahh, okay then, you've convinced me. Let's go." You stood up from the chair, stretching out before stacking up the papers before you left.

As you walked out of the lab with Albedo, he discarded his gloves and put them in his pocket, and laced your fingers together, enjoying the feeling of warmth from your hand. the two of you made your way to Good Hunter, quickly grabbing some food before heading home.

It was late at night, which meant that the stars were out and shining in their full glory. the moonlight poured out, spilling onto the streets with a milky glow.

"Albedo, thanks..." He looked towards you to find a most amazing sight indeed.

You shyly looked away, a red tint coloring your cheeks. As he looked at you, you slowly made eye contact with him, giving him a small smile.

His unoccupied hand shot up to cover to lower half of his face as he looked away; he could feel the intense flushing of his cheeks at the cute look you had sent him.

"Ah, it was my pleasure..."

Cute...

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02 — show me yours & i’ll show you mine | m

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 1.9k

➙ warnings. explicit content. oral (f receiving).

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis.

“can we have morning sex?”

“not today.”

“is that my brother’s shirt?” is the first thing kim taehyung says to you after a whole night of you declaring war against him for choosing his girlfriend over you.

your body clock’s designed in a way where no matter how late you go to sleep, you’ll always wake up at 8 in the morning. the question of whether you can go back to bed or not varies. like right now, when your stomach is grumbling because it’s decided to deem that the spicy carbonara ramen you had has lost its sustaining-abilities.

“uh, is that a woman-choosing, best friend-abandoning human i see?” you say, eyes squinted at said human.

“whatever,” that seems to have taken taehyung’s interest off the creme colored sweater hanging off your shoulders and way past your butt. you could’ve not word shorts when you went out to get yourself a bowl of cereal. mainly because the brothers have a similar habit of sleeping in until the sun’s shining directly into their faces and they’d have no choice but to wake up - that is, in the event that they forgot to shut the blinds.

“what are you doing up anyway?” you ask but it’s a no-brainer because every friday night, kim taehyung and you would never fail to release a week’s worth of pent up frustrations over playing video games until the crack of dawn, “don’t tell me you haven’t slept.”

“unlike some people, i’ve got things to do,” he steals away the bowl of cereal you just finished preparing for yourself, “places to be.”

you can’t even get mad at his brazenness, not when those eyebags make him look like he’ll pass out with one swing of your punch. and you do punch like a girl - besides the fact that you are one, it’s already a settled fact that you’re really not fond of the idea of wasting your energy on something pointless - so you tend to give the least amount of energy for, for instance - if you do choose to - punching kim taehyung who’s walking away with your bowl of cereal.

so you fix yourself a new bowl, savoring it while watching an episode of the tale of nine-tailed and spending the entire morning catching up to the latest episode. it’s only until half an hour past noon, do you strut back into seokjin’s room, noticing the lump under the sheets now shifting with a sign of wakefulness.

“morning!” you greet, hearing the sound of hymns trickling into chuckles as seokjin pushes the sheet off his face and steals a glance at the uncalled for being that’s perched on top of him.

“you’re up early,” he remarks, arms stretched over his head, muscles flexing deliciously.

“can we have morning sex?” you put on your best smile, lashes fluttering in what you hope to be a coquettish manner rather than someone who looks like they have dust in both their eyes.

“not today,” he says but his large hand latches on your right breast, massaging with a expertise before pinching on your nipple and making you jump in surprise.

“ah!”

but before you get to complain, he’s pulling you down and engulfing you into a warm but shirtless hug (on his part at least).

“not fair,” you pout but snuggle closer anyway, forehead leaning against his chest.

but it’s short-lived because thunderous footsteps start echoing in the hallway and sounding dangerously close with each passing second. for a split second, you watch seokjin watch you, panic spreading across his face before your hands instinctively push him away. then the panic dissolves into alarm as he calls your name, accompanied by another timber-like voice that’s shouting out the same syllables.

“___!”

and then your butt hits the ground, then your back and your head at the same time.

“whew chile, that sounds painful, you okay?” taehyung sounds concern, but he doesn’t take any step towards you to further assert your head - you could’ve had a concussion for all he knows!

“um, gee thanks for making sure,” you want to roll your eyes, but you’re too busy rubbing the spot where your head made contact with the floor.

but seokjin, ever the thoughtful person, is already climing over the bed and pulling you up with one heave.

“why are you shirtless?” taehyung suddenly inquires.

the cozy creme sweater clinging onto your body feeling immensely inadequate as you ice up. he looks between you and his brother, screws twisting in that head of his before he asks another question.

“is that really my brother’s shirt?” his eyes scream concluded assumption.

well, it’s true, but-

“would you give me your sweater if i said i was cold?” you don’t give him a chance to respond, “no. right. so shut up. what do you want anyway? hurry up cause i wanna take a nap.”

“let’s play, the squad wanna go one more round with you before we all go to sleep,” he says, the matter of why seokjin is shirtless or if it’s really said man’s shirt you’re wearing now no longer a matter of importance.

you like how his brain works.

“the fuck? you came all the way here just for that?” you narrow your eyes, as if visually asking him if he knows whether he’s making sense or not but you get up anyway, walking towards your laptop that’s perched on the desk where you left it last night.

your friends greet you with less enthusiasm than they did last night - everyone sounded like they either need sleep or need a fuck. there’s no clear answer to what they need but you guess you’re up for one game.

“alright losers, let’s geddit.” your cheer is met with groans and tired version of ‘wooo’s and ‘yeah’s.

five minutes into the game, you feel a peck on your cheek and a smiling kim seokjin gazing down at you with bed hair and puffy cheeks. the smile you offer him back is fleeting because you have a character to maintain and a team to support. this time, you choose the supporting role while hoseok takes on the fighter role.

once you realize that the figure casting a shadow over you remains still and unmoving, you peek up at him for the briefest seconds to ask ‘what?’.

you’re only met with a higher tug of his lips.

and then he falls down on his knee - and you don’t even have the chance to wrap your head around it when he grabs hold of your ankle and spread your legs apart. lifting your ass up as he pulls down your shorts seem to be a muscle response than your brain actually understanding what’s happening. but by the time it does, seokjin’s face is already buried deep between your thighs.

“wah- yikes!” you manage to divert your surprise to the enemy that came on screen, forcing out a laugh, “th-that was a close one, whew i was about to die.”

“the fuck? you already had 8 hours of sleep what are you messing up for?” taehyung says into your headphone.

seokjin licking a strip up your love nub.

but that doesn’t stop you from retorting, “oh my god, did i tell you to play all night and not sl- sleep?” you bite back, barely managing to end your sentence with a consistent amount of sarcasm when the tip of seokjin’s tongue slips into your entrance.

“okay, okay, we’re all a little sensitive here,” jeongguk, the most competitive and non-losing-accepting out of the five of you actually tries to placate.

oh, you’re sensitive alright.

then he says something about how “we’re a team” and “if you wanna fight, fight the enemy team.” or something. you’re not so sure because you’re too busy clasping your hand against your mouth whilst trying to dish out healing powers to your team that’s fighting a few feet in front of you as seokjin tugs on your thighs, positioning them in an angle where his tongue can reach deeper inside you, so much so that your ass is almost hanging off the air.

“fine,” you almost choke on your supposedly vindictive reply as your toes begin to curl, back arching as the only sound that manages to escape you is a sob-like whimper whilst sparks erupt from the depth of your stomach and course through your veins like sweet, sweet poison.

seokjin kisses the inside of your thigh once your breathing slows down and you’re slumping on the chair like you have no energy left in you. jimin’s voice demanding you to cover for him barely registering in your brain as you click an ability that showers him with a protection spell.

“sorry, got distracted,” you say into the mic simply before hearing jimin’s “it’s okay, nobody died.”

literally.

if anyone of you died, it would’ve definitely been on you. last night, you got away with saying you weren’t in your ‘zone’ but today, your underperformance will be the reason you get kicked out of the squad for good. probably.

and because you’re under fire, you can’t stop seokjin when he slips away and out of the room, leaving you to make up for your mini blunder.

the game lasts a good 20 minutes before the golden symbol of victory flash across your screen and more energetic sheers erupt in your headphones. everyone starts bidding each other farewell and ‘good night losers’s before the headphones go quiet.

only then, do you bound down the hallway and into the kitchen where you know the reason of the sizzling, salivating scent is because of kim seokjin. a still shirtless kim seokjin with his beautiful, broad back on you as he chops something on the chopping board and gracefully pours it into whatever he’s cooking.

“that wasn’t fair - you should at least give me a warning,” you stand with your arms crossed over your chest.

“did the enemy you go against give you a warning before ambushing you?” he asks in a matter of factly, teasing smirk on his lips that makes your heart go flip flop.

he’s never smiled at you like that before.

“that’s- that’s different,” you refuse to back down, “they couldn’t even if they wanted to because the system doesn’t let us communicate with the enemy team.”

he nods whilst stirring the - you’d peeked - fried rice that’s sizzling in the pan, “i did give you a warning.”

“um where?” you can fee your eyebrows knitting together.

“the kiss,” he taps his cheek twice before shutting off the stove, devious smirk playing on his lips.

“i thought that was a bona fide peck!”

“that’s on you,” he shrugs, pouring the fried rice into four plates, “like namjoon says - never assume.”

“okay, maybe he did say that,” you concur, taking a seat across from him where he places the plate and offers you a fork and a spoon that he took out from their respective drawers under the counter.

“something smells good,” taehyung comes popping out from the hallway, bowl of empty cereal in hand as his eyes light up at the sight of the two other plates placed between you and seokjin, almost as if knowing that the only other thing that coud summon the kim brothers out from their dwelling is seokjin’s cooking.

“i’m starving,” namjoon announces, seconds apart from taehyung’s assertion.

so you have breakfast - or lunch, really - together like you would. just four kids from the same hometown who found home in each other’s presence.

you might’ve found something else that you like in seokjin’s pants - but that’s besides the point.

note. and here we go for the 2nd installment! hope yall enjoyed!

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If I Could Fly

Summary: y/n wants harry to come home

Warnings: angst and a bit of fluff

Word Count: 3522 words

Based on: Harry being really busy all of the time, like hardly coming home or spending time with the reader and one night the reader is at home listening to ‘If I Could Fly’ and she’s just wishing the words he sang in the song were true

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving before you even get here,” Y/N remarked, a hint of dismay enveloping her voice at Harry’s statement. Her fingers gripped the phone tightly, almost as if the device was the only connection between her and Harry.

He was miles and miles away from her, somewhere where the sun rose while the moon adamantly plastered itself on the night sky where she was. She wished countless times that maybe one day he would surprise her by coming home unexpectedly, his arms in an open gesture, bags laying heavy on his feet beside his worn Vans with the brightest smile on his face. His clothes would reek of the airport and travelling and his tired face drooping where the eyebags lay underneath his lashes. Harry would release a quiet breath of relief when his girlfriend trudged down the stairs with the same loving arms that he comes home to every time he returns, legs peeking out from an oversized hoodie that he left for her and an equally happy yet worn-out face that would glimmer once she saw him.

But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, and it hasn’t happened in months.

“I just need some time alone, Y/N,” He replied with a soft tone, fatigue was taking over his every limb and was seeping his throat. The thought of passing out in a dreamless sleep in his plush hotel bed was too tempting. “Please understand,”

“I do understand that you need time alone. But I don’t get how you can go so long without seeing me,” She dug her fingertips into her bare thighs, limbs folded beneath their shared bed. The lamp on her bedside table was switched on to dimly cover the room in an orange-yellow hue. She eyed the shadows on the wall with a sad stare, chest slowly deflating at the thought that maybe he didn’t miss her at all.

Harry sighed through the speakers, his lashes weighing heavy on his lids as another wave of tiredness washed over him. “I do miss you and I do want to see you,”

“Then why don’t you?”

Harry’s first world tour was a global success. Millions of his fans saw him from all around the world and it made Y/N very proud of him. The endless joy and happiness he brought to peoples’ faces made her admire his caring nature more and more each day. Sometimes she felt as though their relationship was in the back burner of his mind, but he proved time and time again that that wasn’t the case. Until now, that is.

His tour had ended in September. Usually, he would be on the first plane back home to celebrate his achievements with Y/N, but work commitments smothered him and he never got the chance to visit her. And she did try her best to take time off work, but her studies didn’t agree with what she wanted. School was becoming increasingly difficult with the upper-division requirements being thrown at her, to be finished in the four-year timeframe it took to finish her degree. Y/N just couldn’t find the time to drop everything and spend a few days in a rented hotel just to see him--no matter how much she wanted to.

Y/N thought to herself that she could handle a few more weeks without Harry, choosing to focus on essays and research papers that needed to be read and written. However, a few weeks turned into months, and soon the holidays passed by without as much as a glimpse of his face showering her. She didn’t want to throw him under the bus, but it was clear that Harry didn’t bear the same weight as she did. His excuses built every time they shared a call, the disconnection between them was obvious in the sense that their calls lasted only a few minutes--nothing like the hours they shared, drunk on wine, talking about anything and everything.

The couple didn’t spend the holidays together as Harry was stuck, unable to find a flight back home and Y/N forgave him because it wasn't like he promised to spend it with her. It was okay until she caught the pictures swirling on social media. A massive grin plastered on his face as he partied on a yacht with Kendall--- a slap to the face, a shot of reality. Whatever it was, it broke Y/N down on Christmas day where she walked down the living room alone. The Christmas decorations mocking her lonely festivity, the tree decored with red and green ornaments and presents stuffed at the base. All invitations to spend the day were rejected in favour of spending it with Harry, hopelessly hoping that he would open the door with an apologetic face and a present in his hand. She was stupid to even let her fantasies take over reality.

“Y/N,” Harry’s gruff remark of her name brought her back to the present. “I’m heading to bed now,”

“O-okay,” She stuttered out a response, not having much in her to argue more about why* they needed to see each other. “I love you,”

“Love ya’too,” The ringer clicked shut, signifying that he had hung up. The receiver emitted a dull tone as Y/N took the time to press the end button on her screen.

______

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to play a playlist full of sad songs but Y/N was way past questioning her decisions when she was drunk on white wine and sadness. The dejection that floated in her lungs made it difficult to breathe--or maybe it was the heaving sobs she was about to release when the first few piano keys of If I Could Fly reverberated in the cold bedroom. The vinyl player that Y/N bought Harry added a sense of nostalgia to the record spinning continuously. A symbolism that Y/N couldn’t move on from ever-changing times and wavering discomfort that the world threw at her. She wasn’t able to adapt to his needs of having time for himself. At the same time, she wondered if he understood her apprehension--if her sense of abandonment was discernible in the way she practically begged him to come home.

If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you I think I might give up everything, just ask me to

It hurt more to recall that Harry had written this song for her as a way to commemorate the same despondency he felt while he was away. The relentless urgency to drop everything and come home to her used to be something that laid all cards on the table and left no questions to be asked. Their actions were enough to show much they truly loved each other.

Pay attention, I hope that you listen 'cause I let my guard down

Right now I'm completely defenceless

And when they were smothered with each other scents, legs tangling underneath the sheets as his strong arms wrapped around her waist like a taut bowtie did they see each other at their most vulnerable. It seemed as though Harry was drained from everything, having given his all to the fans, his everything to the ever-prying lenses of the media. His whole being to be extracted by questions and criticisms yet nothing could refill the void in his chest like Y/N did. Her love was powerful enough to have him addicted to the feeling.

For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart

For when you're lonely and forget who you are

She reminisced their conversation on the blank wall in front of her, the flute of wine held by her unsteady fingers as she gulped another swallow of the burning liquid. The feeling of Harry’s soft palms draped over the expanse of her eyes, covering her sight even more so than her closed lids. His excited giggles tickling her ears as he directed her body in front of his, encouraging her to walk wherever he needed her to be.

I'm missing half of me when we're apart

Now you know me, for your eyes only

Y/N could remember his words clearly; how he confessed his deepest desires for a love that only she could give, how he uttered the three words she longed to hear ever since she watched him flip a pancake on the pan, chin jutting over his shoulder when he heard a soft giggle after seeing the pancake fold on itself in a failed execution. He didn’t know who he was without her by his side, a piece of him seemingly swimming in a sea of the unknown when he failed to hear her voice on the daily.

I've got scars even though they can't always be seen

And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing

And when he opened up to her for the first time; about his past and the pain, he endured with previous relationships that left him with nothing but a reminder that most people only liked him because he was Harry Styles. Handsome, rich and a branch of connections; a mere business transaction to be stepped on to move up in the industry.

I can feel your heart inside of mine, I feel it

I've been going out of my mind, I feel it

His hand grabbed her dainty wrists, lips puckering to press a gentle kiss at the crown of her head. Their chests faced against each other, his head ducking down to meet her eyes as he continued to place the flat of her hand against where hist heart lay. The hammering of his heart felt as though it would beat right out of his chest and Harry wondered if she could feel it through his thick skin, the layers of vulnerability being peeled back in a moment of openness and complete trust between the two of them. Y/N looked up at him with a confused face, brows quirking in a silent question until she felt it--the dull throb of his heart against her palm.

You’ve got my heart in the palm of your hand, he admitted.

Know that I'm just wasting time

And I hope that you don't run from me

The music drifted to silent background noise, Harry’s voice coming stronger with more emphasis on the words that meant the most to him. Y/N’s heart clenched; how could she run away when all she thought about was him? When all she needed was his figure beside her, warming her up when the morning breeze developed goosebumps on her skin? She thought about the times she relied heavily on him that her happiness didn’t exist without him; what a sad conclusion to her dumpster day. She didn’t want to flounder her brain with doubts, not when she could call Harry and get a direct answer from the source.

Y/N shakily dialled his number, thumb drifting past the screen to see his profile pop up right before the keypad signalled that it was ringing.

And it rang until she got sent to voicemail. She tried again, hoping that he was too far away to hear the ringing of his phone and that he would answer soon before she deteriorated in on herself from overwhelming emotions of missing him and ruminating what this meant for their relationship.

The dial tone screeched her ears, making Y/N want to throw the device across the room in frustration. Beep.

_____

Harry rested in his bed for the next few weeks, dizziness dissolving into thin air once his bum hit the soft mattress, instantly relaxing his tense muscles from the activities of the day. His face mask lay folded on the nightstand, his pink beanie crumpled from being stuffed in his coat pocket. He sighed softly as he was met with silence; the city was sleeping, the roads were empty with an odd couple of cars. The only thing running was his mind taking him to his last conversation with Y/N--the irritation they held for each other coupled with fatigue surely wasn’t the way he preferred to have ended the call before he left for Japan.

He wanted complete isolation from the outside world--as outside as it gets. No phones, no social media, no paparazzi following him to and fro his dinner to a restaurant. Living as a normal person even if it was only temporary.

Still, he couldn’t help but eye his phone planted screen-down on the table. The lifeless device seeming odd when it wasn’t buzzing incessantly.

“Fuck it,” Harry muttered, reaching over to press the power button for a few seconds, watching a bitten apple appear on the dark screen. “Come on,”

His breath got caught in his throat when his lock screen popped up; a picture of Y/N and him in their backyard. His face was scrunched in a smile while her pink lips pressed a chaste kiss on his skin, her hands squishing his cheeks as he jokingly tried to getaway. His arm was outstretched in a selfie pose, ending in teasing jokes about Harry’s inability to take such photos on his own. The phone buzzed in his hand, the tag of missed calls making Harry sit up straighter on the bed, followed by a line of “Voicemail(s)”.

Harry used his fingerprint to unlock the device, clicking on the green phone app to check out his messages. He rolled his eyes slightly at the automated machine instructing him to press whatever buttons until the keypad appeared and a message from Y/N started playing.

“Why won’t you come home?” She wailed through the receiver, stuttered breaths muffling her words but still discernible. “Why won’t you come home to me, Harry?”

He clicked on the volume button, increasing the painful cries that Y/N released. The shakiness of her voice caused a chill to crawl up his spine; he couldn’t believe that she even thought of saying that to him. Of course, he wanted to come to see her.

But not right now.

“Don’t you want to come home anymore?”

She sniffled a bit, ceasing her dry sobs as she tried to control her breaths. In the background, he could hear the piano chords of a special song that made the ache in his chest much more prominent.

“I understand. I get it,” Her quiet confession caused him to strain his ears further, almost too quiet to hear. “But I miss you and it hurts,’

“It hurts too much and I’m not sure if I can take much more,” The pain in her voice was too much to bear for Harry, “I haven’t seen you in so long. It’s all my fault,”

Harry shook his head, curls catching his temples as he desperately tried to deny her words as if it would do anything. “No, no it’s not, Y/N”

“I should’ve flown out to see you. I should’ve tried harder to understand. I should’ve been more prepa--,” Beep.

He hurriedly tapped on the next message, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He had barely unpacked his items, his toiletries scattered in the bathroom but everything else was otherwise intact.

“Remember this song?”

He nodded, hearing the melody in the background.

“Do you s-still feel the same?”

Harry nodded once again, cradling the phone between his neck and shoulder. His large hand shoved his electric toothbrush and toothpaste in his toiletries bag. He sheathed his head in the pink beanie, face mask elastically going around his head. He slipped on some socks and his black Vans. He made a quick conversation with his friend who had generously let him stay in his home, for the time being, informing him that he would be leaving earlier than planned.

The ride from the house to the airport seemed like the slowest time he had ever experienced, his body itching to hold Y/N’s frail and pliant body in his arms. The taxicab made great headway for him to book the next flight home, his small amount of baggage making it easier to go through security and the checkpoint. He felt a couple of stares on him as he sat near the boarding gate, but the people kept a respectful distance from him, giving him shy smiles and timid waves to which he returned despite the turmoil in his heart building with each passing second that he spent away from Y/N,

The next announcement informed him that his flight would be boarding soon, making him stand up and stretch his limbs, passport and boarding pass on hand for a breezy exchange. He walked the tunnel with a heavy heart, his duffel bag feeling denser on his shoulder. Harry greeted the flight attendant with a small smile before plopping on his designated seat. He sighed heavily watching the runway blink with various lights.

His mind was dizzy with words to say to Y/N when he came home but he knew that there was only one thing that Y/N wanted; honesty.

_____

His driver welcomed him with a polite nod and tired smile, the early hours of the morning paired with the unforeseen circumstance causing a pang of slight guilt on Harry’s part but he couldn’t quite focus on that when he was practically the closest he had ever been to Y/N for the first time in months. His jaw twitched as he refrained from clenching it at the thought.

The car slowed down to a stop, his thoughts distracting him from the drive to the airport and to his home. “Thank you, James,”

The man nodded in appreciation, “Welcome home, sir. Been a long time, huh?”

Harry felt his eyes gloss over at the emphasis, “Yeah,”

He exited the vehicle, breathing in deeply as he took in the sight of his home where Y/N would be. His feet couldn’t take him to the door fast enough, tripping over the gravel a few times before eventually reaching the front door.

The house was eerily silent, a blanket of coldness lapping at him when it would usually scorch him with comforting warmth and the scent of vanilla cookies. He toed off his sneakers, curling his toes from being confined for hours. He ascended their staircase where their bedroom was, noting the way the Christmas tree was still up, yet the presents remained unopened.

“Y/N?” He whispered, his timbre hesitant yet excited with building anticipation of seeing his love for the first time in quite some time. He found her curled up in their bed, dressed in his frequently worn ‘donuts’ hoodie, her feet clad in his black Nike socks. Y/N even had one of his basketball shorts draped over her waist, his red patterned bandana clutched between her small hands.

Her cheeks were pink with dry tears staining the skin, lashes curled with exhaustion. Harry mirrored the frown on her lips, the crease between her brows deepening until her mouth choked on a sob. She was crying in her sleep.

He dropped his bag softly on the ground, slippery socks causing him to fall by her side, barely catching his weight before it crushed her and jerked her awake. Tears cascaded from her closed lids, silently muttering his name.

“Shhh, I’m here,” He caressed her hair, pressing kisses on her temple. He laid against the headboard, pulling her pliant body closer until her head met his chest. “Don’t cry. ‘M home,”

Her chest rattled with a breath, lurching her body awake. She awoke with a gasp, frantically looking around to take in her surroundings, realizing that she was still where she drifted off last night.

“Hey,” Harry quipped, watching Y/N with glazed eyes, catching salty liquid on his waterline.

Her head snapped upwards, seeing Harry’s face staring down at her. Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no words escaped. She fought against his grip, almost melting at his arms wrapped around her body. Her knees straddled his waist, burying her face against the junction of his neck and shoulder, smearing the skin with wet tears. Her hands enclosed his thin waist into a compact hug, pulling him as close as he could go to hers. She was afraid that he might disappear if she let go.

“You’re here,” Y/N sobbed, hauling back to press her palms against his wet cheeks, green eyes gazing back at her. “You’re home. With me,”

She leaned in for a heated kiss, whimpering at the touch of his soft lips on hers. Their mouths moulding in a searing act of love that relieved both of their chests in silent agreement that they were okay.

Harry pulled away, knocking his head gently against the towering headboard, his breathing heavily from the passionate kiss, “I’m here. I’m home. With you,”

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Kirishima x reader - Drag

Fluff + drag queen Kirishima

"EIJIRO KIRISHIMA!" you sprinted to his room with a crinkling plastic bag in hand while shoving other students out the way. You knocked on his door rapidly bouncing up and down "yes (y/n)?" you shoved the plastic bag in his face and grinned from ear to ear "I saw your Instagram..." his eyes shot open and he immediately started hunting for excuses "uh it was a bet? I lost a bet to mina I promise" he slowly backed up into his room trying to hide the makeup palettes on his shelf and pushing away the feminine clothes lying on the floor "make me pretty!" you pulled out an eyeshadow palette and some brushes waving them about desperately "your already pretty?" he put the brushes down hoping no one else was hearing this conversation "EI PLEASE!" you begged and he sighed pulling you inside and shutting his door loudly.

"Please don't tell anyone pumpkin" he sighed looking at his girlfriend as you bounced around excitedly "baby I will never ever tell anyone if you don't want me to" you promised and he sat you down in front of his mirror brushing the hair out of your face combing through it with his crimson riot hairbrush which you thought was adorable. He shuffled through the palettes in your bag "you got these from the dollar store didn't you" he sat the out on the marble vanity and opened them up to look at the cracked powders making you click your tongue "they weren't like that when I bought them" you said closing the palettes again quickly "it's okay I have plenty" he muttered and pulled a drawer out from under his bed which was filled top to bottom edge to edge with makeup.

"Wow, Ei that's a lot! This must have been a lot of money" you giggled and he pulled out his mint to be and misunderstood palette by colourpop and lipstick by nyx "yeah it does cost a lot but I think it's worth it" he smiled and pulled the foundation you bought out of the bag since it was your shade and he would not be letting you go out looking like a cheap whore who couldn't even match her foundation to her skin tone. "I've never worn makeup before" you admit squishing your cheeks together while he hunted for a colour corrector to go over your purple eye bags "your 17 and you've never worn makeup?" he asked and dabbed the colour corrector on thickly, your eyebags were terrible afterall "you haven't been sleeping well have you pumpkin," he asked blending out the cream under your eyes and pumping out some foundation onto the back of his hand. "Just nightmares Ei" you gave a lopsided grin and he kissed the top of your head "do you want to talk about it," he asked and started putting the foundation on your face gently, he didn't want to hurt you by dabbing too hard.

You shook your head and turned looking into the mirror instead of at him "do you need to talk about something?" he stopped doing your foundation "what do you mean?" you carefully thought of how to phrase your next sentence while he took a drink of his water "are you gay?" you grimaced when he spat his water out getting it all over you and the vanity. he chuckled "no pumpkin I'm definitely not gay" he wiped the vanity down with an old T-shirt "are you trans? If you are I'll support you one hundred per cent of the way" you put your hand on top of his reassuring him even though he didn't need the reassurance "I'm not trans either (y/n) I just do drag" he showed you a little book from his shelf and you flicked through it it was filled with pictures of him in drag and flyers and tickets from all of his shows. It did bring him immense joy knowing that if he was trans you wouldn't break up with him (sorry straight ppl) and that you had no issue if he was gay other than you not being a guy which would have been an issue.

"You look so pretty in this one" you gushed pointing to the picture of him next to a microphone and a laughing crowd and he laughed nervously remembering that night did not go brilliantly, well no it did, but that night he got caught by Mr Aizawa for sneaking out, BUT he got permission to go do his thing instead of having to sneak out "how many people know?" you asked while he primed your eyelids with a different blender "you and Mr Aizawa," he said sadly, sure he was upset that his friends didn't know but he didn't WANT them to know, that's why he lied and told them he didn't have Instagram but he was more than happy now that you knew and he no longer had to hide his passion from the person he loved most in this world "Mr Aizawa?" you giggled imagining the shocked face of your teacher when your boyfriend got home in a full face of makeup "comes to every one of my shows" he grinned and picked up a small pointy brush. "Well I better get to know Mr Aizawa a bit more huh"

He dusted the brush in a dark green and asked you to shut your eyes "so how come I wasn't aware my boyfriend is a drag queen" you asked while the handsome boy packed your crease with dark green and he sighed heavily concentrating on the powder falling onto your cheeks "I just didn't know how you would react" he said brushing the green flecks from your face "I will always accept you Ei don't you forget that" you grabbed the hand he wasn't using and squeezed it tightly while he stamped the rest of the colour in and winged the end and started buffing it out.

"I don't understand why you wanted me to do your makeup though," he said picking up a clean brush and smothering it in a pastel green dusting it lightly on the edge of the crease he had made to blend it out and went back over the dark green, "I told you I wanted you to make me pretty" you reminded him, maybe he forgot what you said when you came to his door and shoved the bag in his face "your already gorgeous (y/n) you don't need makeup," he said kissing the top of your head again while pouring some concealer onto his hand "aw Ei thank you" you smiled at him... maybe, you didn't know you still had your eyes closed "I don't really know why I wanted you to actually i just thought it would be fun" you shrugged and raised your eyebrows for him when you felt him go in with the concealer covering part of your eyelid and the outward flick and more green flecks fluttered down to your face making you scrunch up your nose "wait I'm going to sneeze" you warned him and turned away letting out an adorable kitten sneeze making him laugh "I love you more and more each day" he praised making your face turn red underneath the foundation.

He brushed on a shimmery white into the corners of your eyelid making them sparkle "(y/n) you realise that once the lipstick is on it means no kisses" he smirked and watched as your face dropped and you struggled to keep your eyes closed "YOU NEVER SAID NO KISSES!" you yelled and smacked your hand over your mouth before someone could come and check out the couples quarrel a few rooms over "what if you put your makeup on too then nothing is technically getting messed up?" you offered hoping that you could convince him. You would not be living this day without kisses it was illegal for you to go a day without kisses "what if someone see's me?" he asked picking up a limey green on his brush and moving the hair that had fallen in front of your face. "Then we say I dared you and that I bought all the makeup and followed a tutorial," you said bringing up a youtube video that looked similar-ish to the look he was doing on you "it couldn't hurt," he said and put on the lime green in the middle of your lid blending it into the white.

"I'm really proud of you Ei," you said and your lips turned upward while he applied a lighter version of the eyeshadow he used on your crease to the outer part of your eyelid following the flick upwards and blending it into the shimmery lime "why?" he pulled back to look at his work so far and smiled softly at how pretty you looked, you always looked pretty but this was your first time ever wearing makeup and he was doing it for you, something about the love he put into the makeup made you shine with beauty... and the light on the vanity made your eyeshadow sparkle. "Because you followed your passion even if you weren't sure what others would think. And that makes you the manliest guy alive" you complimented and he looked over at his poster of a crimson riot like it would somehow come to life and agree with your words "that means more than you could ever know pumpkin" you opened the eye he wasn't working on and saw him looking at his poster "plus your only 17 and you're famous as a Hero and a drag queen"

He went in with a white eyeliner cutting the crease with the pointy stick trying not to harm your eye "I hate these things" he said and grumbled something about how stupid and fiddly they are then slammed the liner on the vanity neatening up the lines a bit "wow we're almost done the first eye" he said applying the eyeshadows he used on your eyelid to your lower lashline and blended them out making them look soft and feathery and finally applied the shiny white to the corner of your eye. He picked out a tiny plastic container of tiny tiny diamonds and a tube of eyelash glue and gently pressed the diamonds onto the top of your cut crease. He used the same lash glue and put on the long eyelashes then moved on to fill in your brow.

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He finished the second eye and grabbed a large fluffy brush and contoured your face bringing the warmth back into you. He grabbed a rosy blush and dusted it on and finished grabbed a smaller brush brightening your face with a greeny-blue highlighter making you glow in the white light of the vanity. "We're almost done," he said letting you know you could look forward to opening your eyes again. "But then you have to do yours" you reminded him and he hummed "it takes a quarter of this time to do it to myself" he teased and popped open a lipstick asking you to part your lips "why you gonna kiss me?" you chuckled and he leaned in close kissing you with his soft lips "obviously" and he put the lipstick on you adding some green rhinestones to seal the deal.

"Okay (y/n) open your eyes" he instructed and stood up letting you take in your face while he hunted through his wardrobe throwing stuff onto his bed "holy All Might" you leaned in close to the mirror admiring the gorgeous artwork on your face "I didn't know I could look so good in green" you mumbled and beamed at the reflection in front of you "you look gorgeous," he said coming up behind you and kissing your neck "but we aren't done yet" he dangled a green dress in front of you "so you get the rest of you ready while I get myself ready okay?" he said sitting himself down at the vanity and you jumped up and down enthusiastically grabbing the dress and pleaser heels he placed down for you and moving the wig out of your face.

About an hour later you were both fully ready

"meet my photographer," he said bringing you to the back of the dorms where Mr Aizawa was standing lazily checking his phone "MR AIZAWA IS YOUR PHOTOGRAPHER? How does he let you get away with those photo's" you whispered the last part asking yourself more than him and he shrugged "cmon after this we're going to a show" he smiled and pulled you over with him in front of the camera "Kiri can we do this like all the time?" you asked while your teacher photographer set up the camera "of course pumpkin". This would be the best photo in his book yet.

A/n: I wanted to make kiri a drag queen so I did

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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years

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Sunrise (Dean/Cas coda to 15x19 “Inherit the Earth”, 1.7k)

(ao3 link)

Dean and Sam were free. Finally, unequivocally, free.

But this wasn't the happy ending Dean had expected. Maybe in the past, having Sam in the passenger seat tearing across an open stretch of highway as the sunsets, it'd be what he wanted. But that was years ago. He's not that man anymore. Dean's tired of sunsets, of saying goodbye. He yearns for a different ending. One that's less of an ending, and more of a beginning. A sunrise instead of a sunset.

Sam has his. Dean lost his. Despite this setback, he won't stop. He'll live in memory of his sunrise.

Except, what can he do when he feels those rays on his face again?

Early morning sunlight streams through half-closed motel window blinds, striking Dean directly on his face. Stir him from unconsciousness, shuffling Dean out of his dreams. Warm blue and familiar stubble replaced with an ugly, orange patterned wallpaper that makes his stomach unhappily flip. Groaning, he turns. Hopes he can reclaim his quickly fading fantasy. It escapes his grasp, Dean left in the loneliness of reality.

Truly. He checks Sam’s bed, finding it unoccupied. “Figures…”

They crossed paths with Eileen coincidentally. Not like Sam’s pointed questions and giant thumbs hid his intentions. Even his terrible acting (“Eileen? What are the odds of you being here?”) couldn’t throw him off. Dean played along, however, letting them think he was in the dark. Knew exactly why his brother and his brother’s girlfriend hadn’t told Dean about this. Salt only hurts a wound that’s fresh and open. While badly healed, Dean’s grown numb to that missing chunk of his heart. More pained that his sadness made his loved ones go behind his back, act in guilt.

Sam and Eileen don’t deserve shadows because of his pain.

Which is why he’s happy for them. Left the bar so they can chat without his presence. Catch up, let Sam tell her about those kitschy tourist traps they’ve been hopping between since Chuck’s defeat. Show pictures of Dean in an upside-down house, Sam’s head peeking out from corn fields. Hold hands. Sit on the same side of the booth. Kiss, without worrying if Dean is steadily killing his liver at the bar because of them.

Drinking lost its flavor anyhow.

Free from Chuck’s influences, Dean decided he might cut a few more strings. Namely beer. He’ll enjoy a bottle every now and then but, reflecting on it, booze never offered comfort he really needed. Only aggravated a different sort of hurt, distracting him for a while. He abandoned those distractions. Instead of asking their bartender from last night, with his tanned skin and wavy, blond hair, for whiskey, neat, until he dropped, Dean stood from their table and paid his tab. Carried his longing out the exit, drove with it, laid down in his bed and held it close. Hugged it, imagining his arms. Praise whispered in his ear, about choosing a different way. A better way. A healthier way.

Cas would be proud of him. Prouder than he already is. And Dean… felt the same.

Rising, Dean stretches. Winces as a new disc pops and cracks in his back, “Motels ain’t what they used to be…” He throws his legs over the side, scrunching his toes in the shag carpet. Smiling, “But at least some things’ll never change…”

It’s going to be a slow morning. Dean doubts Sam will swing by before noon, meaning he has hours to kill. First, he leisurely showers. Scrubs at his scalp with gentle scratches, humming Zeppelin under his breath. Keening ‘A Whole Lotta Love’s chorus, coming into his hand. Lets that melody fade while water makes his come sluice off his hand, into the drain. He switches tracks, dries himself while softly singing ‘Going to California’. Thinks about their next destination. All those beaches he and Sam plan on visiting. Finally making good on their promise.

Not how he always envisioned it, but…

Dean drapes the towel around his neck, staring at his reflection. Marks new wrinkles he hadn’t noticed, gray hairs where dirty blond were. Sees how small his eyebags shrank.

Sleeping was surprisingly easy. Some days Dean wished it weren’t. Others, it’s his only chance at being with him again.

“Nope,” he says, leaving the bathroom. Jumping out from the mirror. “Not going there… not this early…”

He bides his time dressing, debating where he should get breakfast. Wonders if a diner they passed entering town might serve pie as he hops into his jeans. Waffles between a t-shirt or purple-and-blue plaid while rubbing deodorant on. Then, tugging his tee’s thin fabric over his head, he decides he isn’t that hungry. Can eat later, Sam driving so he can attack snacks he squirrelled away when they last stopped for gas.

Knock Knock Knock

“Sam?” Dean asks, glancing at the door. No one answers. “Sam is that you? You forget your keys or…” He checks his phone. Nothing.

Knock Knock Knock

“Sam, if that’s you – this isn’t funny.” He grabs for his socks, sitting on the end of his bed. “Pulling a poor joke on your brother, leaving your girlfriend alone in bed… shame on you.”

Knock Knock Knock

Dean squeezes his socks, glaring at the door. His irritation fades, weirdly, the longer he stares. Replaced with a different feeling, comforting. Without needing to, Dean guesses it’s not Sam on that other side. Tossing his socks, Dean stands and slowly inches forward. Drawn by gravity, a name perched atop his tongue. Waiting there, scared of being spoken. Of being wrong. He doesn’t feel wrong.

Is this still a dream, he asks himself. Did I actually wake up? Dean waits, hovering near the doorknob. Remembers rushing last time, what waited there then. What he almost threw himself onto. Cycles through who might be waiting now. Something worse, a more terrifying monster. Or maybe mundane, like the motel manager. He’ll never know if he drags it out. Whether that’s motivation or warning, Dean can’t decide. What he does choose is flinging open that door and facing whoever was there.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Cas -?” Dean gasps, knees buckling. Laughing, he leans his weight on the door. Grins wide enough his cheeks must splinter, twin tracks of tears already spilled over. “Cas, is that…” He coughs, wiping at his mouth. “Is that really you?”

Like nothing happened, Cas crosses the threshold. Dressed spectacularly… normal. Trench coat, suit jacket, and white button-down paired with his crooked blue tie. Dean’s hand drifts close but can’t touch. Not yet. “It is me,” he tells Dean, “you… probably have a lot of questions. About why I’m here, and – and what was said when the Empty…”

Of course, there are questions. None were as important as Dean snatching Cas’s tie, dragging him into a heated embrace. “Later,” he promises, closing the door. Guiding Cas onto his bed. Falling, his angel’s body collapsing atop his. Weight proving further and further how real this is.

He’s back!

“I can’t believe…” Dean kisses along Cas’s neck, threading his fingers through hairs resting at his angel’s nape. Feeds a fire burning across his body, flames roaring with a desire for more. “Can’t believe I could be this lucky…”

Cas chuckles, “Good things do happen, Dean.”

“Never to us.” Pausing, Dean tears his eyes from the dip of Cas’s collarbone and to his face. “I searched, Cas. I did. Back when it was me, and Sam, and Jack, I did everything I could but I… there wasn’t any lore. Nothing about contacting the Empty, breaking through I – how?”

Shifting, Cas rolls off Dean and onto his side. No sooner than it started, those flames eating at Dean’s insides tempered. Became a more manageable heat, containable. Dean tucked himself against Cas’s chest, hearing his heartbeat. Awed from that simple rhythm it gives. Lulls Dean with a gentle song. “Jack,” Cas explains. Rubs Dean’s shoulder, along where his handprint was. Teased the edges of his tee, part of his memorial tattoo revealed. Cas traces his palm outline. “In fixing Chuck’s mistakes, he… he mounted a rescue mission from Heaven.”

“For you?”

“For everyone.” Cas kisses Dean’s crown, continuing his story. Whispers it into his head. “All the angels. Jack rescued us all.”

“Everyone?” Dean asks, “Meaning… Michael? Gabriel?”

“Uriel, Balthazar, Anna, Hannah, Metatron – even Lucifer.”

“What the hell?”

“He was fixing what Chuck wasted. Saved Heaven,” he says, “Gave everyone a second chance, to do right by humanity. Be its guardians like we were supposed to be. And…” Cas lays his hand where it belongs, Dean shivering from contact. Wraps his arms tighter around his angel’s waist. “Jack offered me all my powers back, and then some. Said I could be his archangel… second-in-command, in all of Heaven.”

Dean lifts his head, frowning. Studies Cas with a suspicious wrinkle creasing his brow. He deflates somewhat, disappointment rocking into him like heavy waves. Routine. Expected, since Cas was exactly where he wanted. But then, isn’t that answer enough? Dean asks regardless. “Did you take it?”

“I thanked him for the offer,” Cas says, “however my place was elsewhere, here on Earth… with you.” His hand moves, cupping Dean’s cheek. Thumb brushes his lip. “And when our time comes, I’ll rejoin Heaven at your side.”

Cas’s heartbeat makes sense, now. It never did that before.

“We’ve got a long time before we croak, Cas,” Dean jokes, crawling higher up his bed. Enough that he can press their foreheads together. “You think you can handle it?”

“I waited millennia to meet you, and then years just so I can hold you like this.” Cas closes the distance, capturing Dean’s lips. “I’m hoping our future is excruciatingly slow.”

“Our future…” He relaxes, allowing a few more kisses before he starts again. “Y’know, I… I thought I’d never get to say that. Figured, after Jack took the reigns from Chuck, this was all we’d get and – and having everyone back was nice. But you weren’t there, and I hurt. When you died, I wanted to sit there and let myself waste away and join you. Except if I did, you’d be so angry and – that’s what’s been keeping me going. You loved me so much – and were pained whenever I was… I couldn’t do that to myself. Punishing myself wouldn’t be fair. So I thought about my future, how I can live it for those I loved. Be there… the person I’ve become, and not who I used to be. But now…”

“Now you can be a little selfish,” Cas says. “We can be selfish.” He tickles Dean’s chin, hands roving across his body. “What should we do, for the first day of the rest of our lives?”

Dean doesn’t dawdle. “I want to lay here,” he says, “Lay here the whole day, in your arms, telling you how much I love you.”

“…I don’t see any problems with that.”

Neither did Dean, which is why he suggested it. They fix themselves, first. Cas sheds most of his outer layers, leaving himself only in his boxers. Dean hurls his jeans off fast, jumping under the covers. Giddy as Cas joins him, both men facing each other. Hands joined above their sheets, Cas’s palm fitting perfectly.

“Well?” Cas arches his brow, “How much do you love me?”

Dean kisses him, ruining it by smiling too hard. “I love you too much, and not enough.”

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