#Wish me luck being in touch with my emotions is hard

[kuromiiyuuu]

"Forgive me." part ii, jjk men.

-in which you make up after a fight. part i.

toji, satoru, and nanami. (f)

genre, warnings. fluff, just pure fluff this time | none! |

notes i. so many of you requested for part two since the first one was just pure angst, so here it is, also wish me luck on my exams!

Toji. Rain is like a gentle symphony of tiny, rhythmic drumbeats. Each droplet dances and caresses the world, creating a soothing melody as it kisses the ground. The air carries a fresh, earthy scent, and the sound of raindrops provides a tranquil experience, turning the surroundings into a serene, tactile sensation.

You got out of the car where tension started to build up, not caring about the rain and how you were drenched from head to toe when you got inside your home. it was fine, you can manage being a little soaked. you closed the front door behind you with slight force, your face muscles weren't relaxing, you were still upset.

how could you just forget about the things he said? it hurted you. and you didn't even hear a single sorry from him.

you scoffed at the thought, taking your soaked coat before hanging it on the hanger.

your heels clicking against the floor as you make your way to the kitchen. giving little attention to the drop of temperature in the room. grabbing yourself a glass of water and drinking it.

"you should go shower." that deep voide of his that makes you feel like you're drowning everytime, made you gulp the liquid in your mouth hard.

"leave me alone." you bite at him, placing the glass of water on the counter with a little force indicating you were still angry, "jerk." you mumbled.

about to pass your boyfriend to head to your bedroom, you were stopped by his arm gripping on your upper arm. you looked at him with a slight widened eyes, "let go of me."

"no." toji simply refuses, you clicked your tongue followed with a glare towards him.

there was a pause, you were waiting for him to say the words. to say he didn't mean anything he said back there. but it never came, the only thing that came was his lips pressing against yours.

you instantly pushed him away by pressing your hands against his chest, "get off me."

"y/n." his voice, it was soft. not the usual sacrastic and smug tone he always has. for once it was serious and soft, it was almost as if you can feel his voice, it was gentle, "I'm sorry."

whenever fighting with toji, it's a heck of a fight for sure. he was never the guy to admit he's wrong or say sorry first, so right now... it was a first, this was the first time he ever crossed the line by yelling at you in public but also, this was the first where he apologized first.

your lips met in a tender dance, a convergence of shared emotions. Time seemed to pause, allowing the delicate exchange of feelings to unfold. The kiss held a symphony of sensations – a mixture of softness, warmth, and the subtle electricity of connection. In that fleeting moment, the world around them blurred, leaving only the intimate exchange of a promise, a whisper of shared passion that lingered in the air.

toji backed away slightly before looking right into your eyes, there was a pause before you spoke, "for once you lost a fight."

"well... it's better than losing you."

Satoru. he was never the man you can ever think of being faithful to one woman. before you he was a lost playboy, everyone knew that old habits never die and that's exactly the situation of your boyfriend.

you have been beating up yourself by tolerating such a man like himself. now it was the after math of the fight, both of you standing in front of each other with mere inches seperating you both from touching each other. his eyes held great longing in them and mostly guilt to whatever he has caused you.

he knew you didn't deserve it, he was a fucking waste of time and you... you needed something better, "I'm sorry, baby."

who was he kidding? he was gojo satoru, if you deserved someone better then, he'll be better.

"I know I fucked up, but stay with me until I completely fix myself." He says, this was never the things old satoru would say, he only thinks for his self, he didn't care if one judged his being, he didn't care what others simply think, he was his own person but now, he want nothing than to fix your thoughts of him after seeing how hurt you were because of him.

you loved him and it was the rare kind of love. you accepted the boy in all kinds of way, in his different kind of shapes.

"until when, satoru?"

he paused, he sees your eyes building up with tears again and he feels his knees getting weak because of them, "until our last breath."

your eyes widened, a tear leaving the premises of your eyelids without permission just like that.

"stay with me, let's find all the answers to all of our hows."

that single sentence took your breath away and before you knew it, his hand goes up to your cheeks before holding both sides gently. your heart completely surrenders in his sorrow.

As the evening unfolded its quiet embrace, you found solace in a shared intimacy. your foreheads gently leaned against each other, creating a bridge between two worlds. In that simple touch, a fusion of tenderness and understanding emerged, an unspoken language of affection. Time seemed to stand still as you both reveled in the quiet connection, finding comfort in the shared warmth that emanated from the closeness of your foreheads touching, creating a moment suspended in the gentle cadence of their love.

Nanami. the blonde man watches your back facing him as you sat on your side of the bed, he takes off his tie before placing it on his bed side table, his eyes not taking off of your figure.

his heart constantly breaking at this sight of you, you were right there, yet you felt so far away. he sighs, he messed up, he literally messed up badly.

he can see the way your shoulders move, the usual movement of the shoulders whenever someone is sobbing. he can hear the quiet sniffles of your nose you wanted so bad to keep quiet but he still can hear it. he can't forgive himself, not when he made you like this.

"my love?" he calls out softly, his voice sweet and gentle. showing no signs of hurting you.

you don't reply to him, instead, he gets a sob in reply. you couldn't hold it in, you were hurting and keeping quiet was just too hard. not when you're balling your eyes out without making a sound, it was something to be applaud of.

"I'm deeply sorry for our fight earlier, I crossed the line." he explains, his eyes still on your figure no matter what, "I'm willing to fix it with you again, I know we always do."

your figure sits up from the bed, your legs hanging from the side of the bed with your back still facing him and still crying, "you pained me, nanami."

he swore he heard his heart completely shattering, and before you knew it. he was already crouching in front of you.

Under the weight of your words, his eyes, once sharp and guarded, softened. The hardness that had lingered in his gaze melted away, replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored the tenderness in his heart.

it was as if a curtain had been drawn back, revealing the depth of his emotions, and in that moment, his softened eyes spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding and a willingness to open up to the connection you both shared.

"I'm sorry, it hurts me to know that you're hurting because of me." he says in a gentler way, afraid he might hurt you again.

"You're a big meany." you say, wiping your tears away along with a hit on his buff chest, trying to make yourself feel better.

he laughs softly, grabbing your small hands in his large ones before placing it right on his cheeks enjoying the warmth coming from your own skin, the way your skin felt so soft against his, it felt so right.

"I deserve the most painful punishment in this world." he says, your puffy eyes finally looks back at his, "because I pained you. remember my love, it is you I can not sacrifice."

words in the fight he didn't mean, but right now, as both of you connect to the passion you both had. he meant those words more than anything in the world, and that is what you should be taking in.

as your arms entwined, it felt like a seamless fusion of warmth and connection. The embrace was a silent language, conveying emotions that words struggled to capture. In that moment, the world outside faded, leaving only the comforting embrace of shared vulnerability.

The gentle squeeze held promises of understanding, solace, and an unspoken promise to weather life's storms together. It was a sanctuary in a single gesture, where two souls found solace in the simple act of holding each other close.

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[cozymoko]

Wait you write for Kamisama kiss??? OMG Tomoe's been my crush for years 😭 omg if it's okay with you then can I have general yandere headcannons about everyone's favourite fox boy?? 🌕 Anon

YANDERE TOMOE HEADCANONS

Note: I also love Tomoe. Btw this might suck because I'm bad at general anything.

Pronouns used: feminine, she/her (for convenience)

WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive

YOKAI

Possessive, Manipulative, Violent (to others)

AS A ROUGUE YOKAI, pledging his loyalty to others never truly appealed to him; to a woman nonetheless. Being a formidable demon never called for such requirements.

You were feisty, pointing the round end of your broom in his direction. You knew not of who was there, yokai or human but you feigned confidence. The trembling of your hands gave it away, you were scared as one would be. “Who's there?”

The pale moonlight peeked through the few windows lining the walls, carefully calling attention to your features. You were easy on the eyes and yet so hard to look at. Your eyes were glassy and narrowed into thin slits. Your legs shook violently in anticipation for him to reveal himself as you hugged the broom flush against your chest. Such a look didn't suit you.

Having mercy on you, he decided to cut his fun a little short.

As one does, Tomoe made his way to a brothel which he was fairly acquainted with. All in a pitiful attempt to find solace amongst the predatory gazes of the women occupying it. But alas, he could not. With every look upon their faces twisted into one that mimicked your own. Captivating and seemingly kind, tempting him to reach out and touch it.

Tomoe is no fool. His emotions are evident, terribly so. He longs for a human woman and there's no need to deny it. Your image has been engraved in his memory down to every last detail. Women who were not you could no longer soothe his mind as they appeared lackluster in comparison.

Thus, he sought after you. In the middle of the night, he was whisked away by the chilly wind in search of the woman. Your scent was heavy on his mind, leading him back to the small cabin you resided in. His footsteps were night, almost silent as he entered your home, searching for you.

To his luck, there you were. Rolled up in a cotton futon, lulled by the chirps of noisy crickets. Yes, he's decided; You are his and no one else's. Tomoe isn't one for sharing and he'll make sure you're aware.

Akura-ou was quick to find out about your existence, which was a pain within itself. He would toy with you just to get under Tomoe's skin. It's not every day you get to see your moody "counterpart" fall so hard for someone, let alone a human. Anyhow, those who've tormented you weren't as fortunate as Akura-ou, serving a far more unpleasant demise for their actions.

If not for you, Tomoe wouldn't hesitate to massacre every man who looks your way. Having good-looking women by his side is nothing he isn't used to, yet, you are different. As his woman, he wouldn't want someone to so much as breathe the same air as you. The mere thought renders him ill.

Although, if you ask him not to he'll try his best to listen to your wishes. Keyword: try. He would never want to upset you, oh not at all! However he's only "human", even he has his limits.

No matter how he may terrify you, running is NOT an option. You will never be too far from his grasp. As long as his heart is beating, no one will ever have his heart. The fox demon is a bit too eager to show how he got his reputation in the Yokai world. As his other half, why don't you sit down and watch for a while?

“Foolish girl, when will you finally understand that your efforts are futile? Your cries may pain me but if I must tie you down to keep you. Then I shall.”

FAMILIAR

Loyal, Overprotective, Posessive

BEFORE HE MET YOU HE WAS A YOKAI, drowning in a pit of endless grief. Though not a powerful God, you held enough power to help the lost kitsune. You, determined to save him, kissed him and made Tomoe you familiar. For that, he was forever grateful.

Sure his bloodlust has been soothed over the decades, but it doesn't cease to exist. However, betrayal has never crossed his mind. His loyalty to you runs deeper than the blood that courses through veins. He is bound to you for life and he will serve you until greeted by death's embrace

He still finds you to be a subpar God in nearly every aspect. You were so uncool and lame as you lacked elegance, lazy in comparison to many, and awfully forgetful. But it made you even more charming. Tomoe found himself growing fond of your minor habits, though still trying to push healthier ones upon you, they were sweet, or even cute dare he say.

If you so choose, you can touch his ears. What can I say, the thought has plagued his mind more times than he cares to admit. Intimacy with you is not exactly scarce, you dot on the fox quite a bit, however, he yearns for more of your attention, your time. Being your familiar for some years has honestly built up his confidence. (There was no way in hell he'd ask you that and earlier than now.)

You cannot have another familiar, not a chance. Tomoe will burn them to the ground if they even try to kiss you. If you've had familiars before him, fuck them. They can die for all he cares. All you have to do is ask and he will gladly do the honors. (He knows you won't, unfortunately)

No male familiars are permitted to sleep by your side, except him of course. He must retain his superiority somehow. Allowing them to see you so vulnerable is not an option.

For you, he'd do an ything if it's within his power. As long as it doesn't put you or your reputation in danger that is.

“You reek of that wretched Tengu, must you always converse with such lowlives, mistress? If my company is not to your liking please allow me to fix myself. I am your loyal familiar and you should know I'm also the best.”

#—🍁 #x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n #yandere hedacanons #yandere tomoe #yandere tomoe x reader #tomoe x reader #kamisama hajimemashita headcanons #kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss headcanons #kamisama kiss #yancore #yandere male #yanderecore

[jayswritings13]

Locked out of Heaven - Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

Summary: Redemption is complicated.

💗Masterlist | AO3

Yeah, you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven

For too long, for too long

“Are you sure that you’re ready for this?”

“This is what I have been working towards, Luci.” You smiled, “I haven't been more sure of anything in my life. I want this. I’ve earned it.” 

“I guess that I just thought that you weren't actually going to leave,” Lucifer said, stepping towards you, and grabbing your hand. “Leave me.” 

Oh. So, this conversation is actually happening. You wince, unsure if you could bear having this heavy conversation right now. Charlie told you over and over again this week that the portal to Heaven will open at 9am on the dot tomorrow morning. You didn’t want to be late, especially with how long it took for Charlie to get the portal to even come get you. Luckily for both of you, Emily and Sir Pentious have been trying to push things along faster for you. 

But now, Lucifer wanted to have the ‘stay here with me’ conversation. Right now, Lucifer was looking at you with these big eyes and small, sad pout. Right now, you were seriously considering not going to heaven and staying. Right now, you were thinking crazy. Right now, you were irrational. Right now, you needed to be stronger than ever, even if it meant your heart was breaking from the inside out. 

“Lucifer, I've tried to have this conversation a bunch of times with you!” You step back, pulling your hand from his grasp. “You never wanted to have it, so I figured that we didn’t need to.” You crossed your arms. 

“Because I never thought that this day would come.” 

Okay. That hurt. 

“Wow, you must think real high of me, then.” You scoffed, “Some stupid sinner who keeps trying and trying at redemption, but never making it. Just a fucking joke.” 

“Hold on, I didn’t mean it like that. I ne-” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Lucifer at that moment. If you did, you knew that you’d break. 

“You’re almost as bad as Alastor.” You whisper, not fully meaning it, but looking for ways to wound him the way he had done to you. 

“Don’t you dare compare me to that-that man.” 

“Then, don’t throw your abandonment trauma onto me!” You sighed, hoping that blowing out the air from your lungs would also dispel the anger. No such luck. “You knew that I was working towards this since the day that I met you. You met me in Charlie’s hotel for fucks sake!” You slowly meet his gaze, ignoring the way that your heart twisted at the look in his eyes. “I am leaving for Heaven tomorrow, Luci. I love you, but this is bigger than you and I.” You said. “I need to do this for Charlie. Heaven needs more sinner representation up there to prove her hotel works.”  

“I know. I know that. Believe I do,” Lucifer said, taking steps up to you and embracing you in a hug, “But why you? Why must they take you?” 

“Luci-”

“No, no, no, no.” Lucifer mumbled into your hair. “Don’t say another word. I’m sorry. I know how hard you worked for this. I never meant to shit on your progress. And I definitely didn’t want to spend our last night like this.” 

Last night. 

Last night.  

Oh, tomorrow was going to be brutal. 

“I could never ask you to do such a thing.” Lucifer said, “I was just being emotional. I’m-I’m being selfish.” 

“I know. Me too,” You muttered, bringing yourself closer to Lucifer. 

“Remember: Apart, but never forgotten,” Lucifer whispered, gently kissing your forehead. 

Your heart cracked even further in your chest, and you hoped that Lucifer couldn’t hear the sound. 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

“Are you alright, dear?” 

“I wish you would stop asking.” 

“I’m-” Sir Pentious paused, hand outstretched and frozen, about to touch you, but almost like he was too afraid to make contact. “I’m sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing.” 

“I’m-I’m worried about you.” Sir Pentious said, “I want you to know that I sshall alwayss be here for you.”

You didn’t mean to be a pain. You didn’t want to be miserable. You were in Heaven—the very thing you have worked towards with Charlie for over a year! 

“Would it be helpful to inform you that Emily has been getting letters twice a day from Lucifer?” 

You head snapped up, facing Sir Pentious, who wore a smile at your new demeanor. 

“He-he’s writing me?” You said, as Sir Pentious nodded. 

“Emily’s been sstoring them for when you’re ready.” 

You are ready. You are so ready. 

“Would it be okay to read one?” You say before you can fully think through the consequences of doing so. 

“Of coursse.” Sir Pentious grinned nervously, “I brought one, jusst in casse. I had a feeling.” He said, handing over a white envelope, your name scribbled across the front in red, cursive ink. 

You waste no time ripping it open, scanning the letter for its contents. 

Hey    Hi     Hello     Dear (Y/N), I miss you. Charlie misses you too! I should have mentioned that first   Anyway, how’s Heaven? Is it still bright? I haven’t been there since the dawn of time haha. Probably hasn’t changed a bit. Hell sure has. Without you, everything is duller. Hell is just hell now. You always made it feel like heaven. I wish that I could be with you there. I wish things were different. I wish that I could spend every lasting moment with you, angel. You have my heart and my soul, so please take good care of them while in Heaven. Apart but never forgotten, your beloved, Lucifer

You re-read the letter multiple times, trying to rationalize ways that this was truly happening. That you were reading a letter from him. Your heart sank, knowing that this was probably the closest you would get to him for forever. This is how you would spend your time in heaven, missing him. You know that he wouldn’t want that for you, but that didn’t stop you. 

“I wish you could be with me here.” You whisper, folding the letter up and placing it inside the envelope once more. You turn to Sir Pentious, “Thank you for everything. You have been a really great friend through all of this.” 

“Sshall we go and get the other letters?” Sir Pentious smiled, as you nodded. 

The ache in your chest deepened, and you were sure that your heart was in complete pieces. 

Apart but never forgotten. 

Can I just stay here?

Spend the rest of my days here?

#hazbin hotel #jayswritings13 #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader

[waitimcomingtoo]

Your Kiss, My Cheek

Pairing: Tom Holland x best friend!Reader

Synopsis: after kissing Tom’s cheek one time for good luck, he tries to find ways to make you do it again

Masterlist

“I’m so nervous.” Tom said as he peeped through the curtain to look at the crowd. He was asked to give a speech at an awards ceremony and as his friend, you tagged along for emotional support. Tom gulped when he saw how many people were in the audience and walked over to you.

“Don’t be. What’s that thing you always say? Turn nerves into excitement?” You said as you straightened his tie and jacket.

“I know. It’s just hard to do that sometimes. Right now my nerves want to turn into diarrhea.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“I’m so glad you told me that. Thank you. Truly.” You chuckled and patted his chest.

“You’re welcome.” He laughed shyly. You gave him a playful look before going into your pure and getting some antacids.

“Here. Take these for your tummy. And then take a breath. You’re gonna be great.” You assured him as he swallowed the antacids.

“If you say so.” He sighed and shook his nerves out.

“I do say so. Now go. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You gave him a reassuring smile and pushed him towards the stage. Tom started to walk towards the stage but then turned back to pull you into a hug.

“Thanks for being here.” He said as he squeezed you tightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You chuckled and hugged him back. Tom pulled away after a minute and started it walk towards the stage but you pulled him back by his hand.

“Wait. Come here for a second.” You said and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. It wasn’t something you usually did, but something you felt he needed. Tom’s entire face burned red and he looked at you with wide eyes as he touched his cheek.

“What was that for?” He laughed shyly.

“A good luck kiss. To wish you luck out there.” You smiled timidly.

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smiled as well and kept his fingers where your lips had been.

“You’re welcome. Now go kill it.” You patted his cheek before pushing him towards the stage again. You stood in the wings and watched Tom give his speech, giving him an excited wave every time he looked over at you. His speech was met with an standing ovation that included you clapping the loudest of all. He ran off the stage afterwards and scooped you up into a hug.

“Ah! You did great. That was amazing!” You hugged him tightly as he spun you around in a circle.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. I would’ve been rambling and stuttering and totally embarrassing myself out there if you weren’t here.” He said once he set you down.

“Oh, no. I can’t take the credit for your innate ability to charm a crowd.” You complimented him, making him blush again.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who finds my run on sentences charming.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“Good. I want to be your only one.” You smiled fondly at you before realizing you said too much. That confession along with the kiss from before put you in new territory for your friendship. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a second until you changed the subject.

“Come on. Let’s go celebrate. You earned it.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him towards the festivities. An hour later, you had drinks in your hands and the jacket around your shoulders was his. Tom kept sneaking glances at you all night, unable to stop thinking about the kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek, it was uncharted territory for you guys. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant and why you did it. Most of all, he thought about how much he wanted it to happen again. He really wanted to kiss you back, and not just on the cheek this time. You caught Tom looking at you and gave him a fond smile that almost gave him the confidence to kiss you. Before he could, he lost his nerve and the moment ended.

The following week, Tom asked you to join him at his celebrity golf tournament. The two of you got ready in his tent before the game started and put on the matching outfits you had brought. Tom watched you twirl around in front of the mirror in your white tennis skirt and shirt that had Tom’s last name on it and couldn’t help but smile.

“Golf skirts are so cute. I wish the sport itself wasn’t so boring so I could wear these more.” You said as you admired the way the skirt moved in the mirror. Tom was admiring it as well while feeling guilty for looking at his best friend that way.

“You know you could just wear them without playing golf.” He chuckled as his eyes followed the way you twirled.

“No I can’t. Everyone will know I’m not a real golf player.” You whined and turned away from the mirror.

“I believe the term is golfer, love.” Tom laughed again.

“Not for me it isn’t.” You sighed. Tom looked at the skirt again and gulped loudly. You suddenly noticed the way he was staring at you and you made awkward eye contact with each other. You both quickly looked away as Tom’s face turned pink.

“Are you excited to get out there and play?” You said to change the subject.

“I was when I woke up. I just didn’t realize how many people would be watching. The pressure is kinda getting to me now.” Tom admitted as he peaked his head out of the tent.

“Don’t worry about all those people. You’re gonna do great out there. You love golf. Which I really don’t understand because honestly I can’t imagine anything more boring than silently hitting balls towards holes in the ground but for some reason, it makes you happy. So don’t go out there and think about all the people watching. Think about how you get to do what makes you happy for a great cause.”

“Thanks. You always know what to say.” Tom smiled softly at you as he made he way over to you.

“Every now and then I do.” You laughed shyly, still flustered from the way he had been looking at you.

“No. You always do.” He corrected you while looking anywhere but in your eyes.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks that. But thanks for saying it.” You smiled fondly at him and finally met his gaze.

“You’re welcome.” He said in a quiet voice, practically a whisper. You stared at each other for a moment, only breaking apart when Tom’s name was called.

“Holland? They’re ready for you on the course.”

“Okay. Guess I better go.” Tom said and picked up his golf bag. It was a similar situation to the last time you kissed his cheek and he hoped you realized that too. He’s been yearning for another kiss every second since the last one and hoped this would prompt you to give him one.

“Good luck.” You smiled and gave him two thumbs up. You didn’t try to kiss his cheek again, which made Tom frown.

“Here I go.” He said and nodded towards the exit of the tent.

“All right. I’ll see you out there.” You laughed awkwardly, not sure what he was doing.

“Uh huh. I’m going now.” He repeated, making one last attempt to drop the hint that he wanted a kiss.

“Are you?” You teased him and the dropped the act. He started toying with the straps of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at you.

“Remember how the other day, before I gave my speech, I was feeling really nervous? So you kissed me on the cheek to wish me luck?”

“I remember.” You said quietly, feeling nervous now that he brought that up.

“Well it actually really calmed me down. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like you have calming powers in your lipstick or something.”

“Maybe I do. But then again, maybe not. Maybe it’s mabelline.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you.” He smiled shyly at you. “So, um, I was wondering -only if you want- you could maybe possibly do it again?”

“You want a kiss on the cheek?” Your face lit up when you realized why he was acting so strange. You’d been worried about the kiss, thinking you had crossed a boundary, only to find out he had liked it.

“Yes. But only for good luck. No other reason.” He clarified as his eyes darted to the side.

“For luck? But I thought it calmed you down?” You tested him while walking towards him.

“It did both. It calmed me down and that’s why I was able to give a good speech.”

“I see. So you want another good luck kiss? For your nerves?” You raised and eyebrow and stood directly in front of him.

“Yeah. For my nerves.” He lied, heart pounding now that the kiss might happen again. Sure enough, you playfully rolled your eyes at him before going up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. This one lasted longer than the last but his face blushed just the same.

“Good luck.” You said sincerely once you pulled away. Tom’s entire face melted as he looked at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen on him.

“Thanks, darling. I’m sure to win now.”

Before you could say anything else, Tom was called again and had to go this time. You watched him play from the sidelines (are there sidelines in golf idfk) and cheered him on whenever he hit the ball into the hole. Golf was a quiet sport (I’m just guessing at this point) so you were the only one cheering but you didn’t mind the looks you got. You only cared about supporting Tom. Tom ending up winning the tournament or something idk how golf works lolz he scored a three point shot in the hole woop he won yay. He met you back at the tent afterwards with his trophy/metal/golf prize and scooped you up in a hug.

“Congratulations! That went pretty well, right? I still have no idea how golf works. You wanted the least amount of points, right?” You said once he put you down.

“Darling, that was the best game I’ve ever played. Your kisses are like magic.” He exclaimed, making your face feel warm.

“I’m glad you think so.” You said in a quieter voice.

“I know so. I bet if you ever kissed me on the mouth, I’d get like, real superpowers or something.” Tom blurted. You both looked at each other, unsure who was more surprised that he said that. He normally wouldn’t have been so bold, but the high of winning had gotten to him.

“Yeah. Who knows what would happen?” You laughed to break the awkward silence that had settled. You looked at each other again and ever so slowly started to lean in. Before anything could happen, the moment was interrupted.

“Tom, you’re wanted outside for an interview.” Someone popped into your tent to say.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “The press is here.”

“Don’t be sorry. Go celebrate. I’ll be here when you get back.” You told him, equally disappointing that the moment was gone.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. Or if I could take you with me. There’s a lot of people out there and having you by my side makes these things a little easier. I don’t know. I guess you just make me brave.”

“Tommy, you got this. You don’t need me to make you brave. You just won the whole tournament tournament. If you can do that, you can totally talk to a few journalists.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced. You wanted to calm his nerves but it seemed like words weren’t working. Without thinking, you pulling him down by his shirt and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Both cheeks?” He smiled shyly when you leg go of his shirt.

“Extra luck.” You shrugged. “Not that you need it.”

“Thanks.” His smile widened as he touched his cheek.

After the golf tournament, Tom had a few weeks off from his usual busy schedule. While he usually welcomed time to himself, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that he had run out of opportunities to get you to kiss him again. He looked over at you after stopped to get gas and decided that if no opportunities presented themselves, he had to create them himself. He looked at the gas pump before sheepishly looking over at you.

“What are you waiting for?” You wondered when Tom didn’t get out of the car.

“Did you know that sometimes people put gas in their cars and blow up?” Tom said very matter of factly.

“Is that true?” You asked skeptically.

“Maybe. Who’s to say? Anyways, I’m kinda nervous it might happen to me right now.” He said as he looked at your out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re nervous you’re gonna put gas in the car and it’s gonna blow up?” You asked, catching on to what he was doing.

“Yes.”

“Ah. I see. And I’m guessing you want a kiss for good luck? In case you blow up?”

“In case I blow up, yes.” Tom nodded and looked at you hopefully.

“You’re too cute.” You chuckled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He beamed in excitement before getting out of the car to pump the gas.

“Did you blow up?” You asked once he got back in.

“You would’ve known if I did.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“I don’t know anything anymore, Tommy. Things I thought I knew have become the things I wonder about.” You sighed and looked out the window. Even thought he knew he shouldn’t, Tom thought into this. He’d been thinking a lot lately about your friendship and if it would ever move past platonic and he wondered if that’s what you’d been wondering about too.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked you, noticing the way you stiffened.

“I don’t know. Just like, things I thought were one thing are starting to look like they could be other things.” You shrugged. Your vague answer made Tom even more determined to unearth your true meaning.

“Interesting, interesting. And what if you elaborated on that?” He asked you.

“What if you drove away from this gas station and let the people in line behind us fill their tank?” You laughed and pointed to the cars behind you. Tom quickly put the car into park and drove away but didn’t stop thinking about what you had said.

A week later, Tom forced you to go to an Urgent care after spending the last few days feeling under the weather. You didn’t feel like you had to go, but went to put Tom’s Kim’s at ease.

“What’s taking them so long? I feel like we’ve been waiting for hours.” He asked as he paced the floor.

“It’s been three minutes.” You pointed out before blowing your nose.

“Longest three minutes of my life. What’s taking so long?” He whined and checked outside of the door again.

“The doctor said it would take at least 15 minutes to run the test. Just be patient.”

“I can’t. I can’t relax. Not until I know you’re okay.” Tom shook his head and started to chew on his nails. You felt bad that he was so worked up, so you pulled his hand out of his mouth and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll be okay, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.” You said in a soft tone.

“I’ll always worry about you, darling. Can’t help it.” He said with a pout. You smiled at him and patted his cheek just as the doctor came in.

“Oh thank God. Is she okay?” Tom asked the doctor.

“We got the results-“

“Oh God. It’s cancer. It’s cancer, isn’t it?” Tom cut her off.

“No. We didn’t even test for that. We were just testing for strep. Which she doesn’t have.” The doctor said flatly.

“What? So what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s fine. She just has a viral infection in her sinuses.” The doctor explained and handed you the lab work.

“A what?” Tom asked and took the lab work from your hands.

“Your girlfriend just has the sniffles.” The doctor sighed. You gave her an apologetic smile as Tom read your results.

“Oh. Okay. That’s not so bad. We can handle sniffles.” Tom nodded and put his hand on your back.

“I’m prescribing amoxicillin. You can pick it up in an hour at your pharmacy.” The doctor said as she wrote something out on her prescription pad. She held the prescription out and Tom took it.

“Thanks, doc.” He smiled gratefully at her.

“No problem. Feel better. For mine and your boyfriends sake.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

“This is such a relief. I really thought you were gonna die.” Tom sighed and pulled you into his chest.

“Why? My only symptom is a runny nose.” You chuckled.

“And crusty eyes and a cough and you haven’t heard anything I’ve said for the past few days which means clogged ears.”

“That’s just because I’ve been ignoring you.” You teased him. Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you before looking down at the prescription again.

“Did, uh, did you hear the doctor call you my girlfriend?” Tom asked coyly without looking at you.

“I didn’t hear anything with these clogged ears.”

“I definitely heard it. She also called me your boyfriend. Weird, right?” He forced a laugh but watched carefully for your reaction.

“So weird. I wonder why she thought we were a couple?”

“Maybe because you kissed me right before she walked in. Since you’re so infatuated with me and what not.” Tom shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Please. You needed that kiss. You were about to spin out and only these luscious lips could reel you back in.”

“Those luscious lips probably just gave me a sinus infection.” Tom laughed and wiped where your lips had been.

“Oh no. I got my sickness all over your cheek.” You pretended to pout while you wiped your hands all over his face.

“Ew. Get those germs hands away from me.” He laughed and swatted your hands away.

“I thought you liked me all over you.” You said, creating yet another awkward silence to fill the room. You exchanged awkward looks until Tom cleared his throat.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s go get your medicine so I can finally have some peace.”

Tom had to wait until you weren’t contagious anymore before he could work up the nerve to ask for another kiss. He watched you struggling to open a jar of pickles for a while before deciding to test his luck with you.

“I can’t open this.” You whined and tried to open the jar again.

“Oh, I see. You need a big strong man, don’t you?” Tom said and flexed his biceps for you.

“Yeah. Do you know any?” You teased him as your eyed his biceps.

“Give it here, love. I’ll open it for you.” He winked at you and took the jar. He flexed for you again and you threw your hand over your forehead and pretended to swoon. Tom smiled shyly before trying to open the jar. He paused suddenly when he got an idea in his head.

“Before I do, how about a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“They used to be for good luck. Before you started abusing their power.”

“This is for good luck.” He insisted. “I need the luck incase I cut myself on the lid.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him before kissing his cheek. Tom smiled to himself before opening the jar for you.

As the weeks went on, Tom slowly got more comfortable asking for kisses and was soon asking for them nearly every day. They started off as infrequent kisses for good luck and soon became a daily occurrence any time Tom could think of an excuse to ask for one.

“Can I have a kiss before I go?” He asked before going to set.

“Wait! Come back! Kiss me!” He called after you when you got off the couch during a movie night.

“Gimme a kiss. Please? Just a little one?” He whined when you walked away from your cart at the grocery store.

“How about a kiss right here?” He asked and tapped his cheek when he stopped at a red light. You playfully rolled your eyes before leaning over the console to kiss his cheek.

“You really like being kissed on the cheek, huh?”

“From you, I do.”

“So no one else? Just me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only you, darling. If someone else tried to kiss my cheek, I’d kick them into the head so hard they saw the curvature of the earth.”

“Damn.” You laughed. “You could just move away.”

“Yeah but that wouldn’t send the message, would it?” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“And what is the message exactly?”

“That these cheeks belongs to another.” He said suavely and looked over at you. You laughed at his joke but kept your eyes on him as he continued to drive. When Tom noticed you staring at him, he felt his face flush and looked at you. He got so caught up in your eyes that he nearly ran the next red light.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he stopped short.

“You almost ran that red.” You chuckled and looked away, pleased with the effect you had on him.

“Because you were staring at me like that scary picture of Miley Cyrus.” Tom said, making your smile fall.

“I wasn’t. I was just thinking.” You replied and playfully swatted his arm.

“About what?”

“You and me. Us.” You shrugged and turned to stare out Tom’s passenger window. Tom did a double take at you and struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

“Us?” He squeaked.

“Yeah. Us.”

“What about us?” He asked as his heart pounded in his ears.

“I don’t know. Do you ever feel like we’re more than friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, yeah, we’re friends. But we also do things that I would never do with my other friends. The number one example being kissing your cheek. But there’s a lot more than that, do you know what I mean? I feel like we’re always doing things that I would never do with any other of my friends. Only you.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Tom smiled softly as he looked over at you.

“You do?” You asked hopefully.

“I do. I do feel like we’re more than friends. I know we’re not dating, but I also know that-“

“We’re not just friends?” You finished his sentence for him. He looked over at you again and nodded with a fond smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He replied. He turned his eyes back to the road but you continued to stare at him. Tom soon felt you put your hand on his left cheek to pull his face closer and kiss his right cheek.

“What was that one for? I didn’t even have to ask.” Tom blushed and touched his cheek.

“That was for understanding me.” You smiled and put your hand on his knee. You exchanged another fond look before driving in comfortable silence.

As the weeks went on, Tom continued to ask for kisses for random things and you continued to give them. What started as a sweet gesture for good luck became a common occurrence between the two of you. You often thought about the conversation you had about being more than friends and wondered what would happen if one day, you moved the kiss just a few inches over. These are the things you thought about while you waited for Tom to get out of his trailers bathroom so you could walk with him to set.

“All right. Come on. You’re first on the call sheet so you can’t be late.” You said as you knocked on Tom’s bathroom door. He opened it up and gave you a grumpy look until you handed him a cup of coffee. He gave you a grateful smile before slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer and kiss the side of your head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Tom said through a yawn before sipping his coffee. You grabbed his scripts and a book to read while you waited for him on set before going to the door. Tom’s feet shuffled behind you but stopped once he reached the door. You went to open the trailer door but he reached over you and shut it.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You turned to ask him.

“It’ll be fine. Before I go, can I have a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Good luck for what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just in general. For my day. Don’t you want me to have a lucky day?” Tom teased you and turned his face to the side so you could kiss his cheek. You looked into his eyes and thought about the conversation you had had with him the day before. If you were ever going to fully cross over from friends to something more, somebody had to make the first move. That move came in the form of you you cupping his chin between your fingers to turn his face towards yours. Tom looked confused so before you could overthink it, you pulled him down to kiss him. Tom’s eyes flew open before fluttering shut, tickling your face as they closed. He stepped closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, he looked stunned for a minute, then smiled.

“Wow. It really was-“

“If you say it was your lucky day I’m gonna knock you out.” You cut him off.

“Psh. I wasn’t.” He scoffed and looked down at his fingernails. He thought about the kiss again and looked up at you with the biggest smile in the world.

“Okay, I was.” He admitted. “But how lucky am I? The loveliest girl in the world just kissed me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before slipping your hand into his. You walked hand in hand to the set and went up to the director.

“Oh, hey Tom. Good to see you again. Who’s your friend?” The director smiled and pointed to you.

“Friend? Oh no, you just be mistaken.“ Tom smiled suavely as he wrapped an arm around you. You rolled your eyes with affection and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“See you after?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Yep. Good luck out there.” You replied before leaning up to kiss his cheek, just for old times sake.

“Psh.” He scoffed playfully. “Who needs luck?”

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birthday aches ✦ j. hong

note : happy birthday ?? to my bestie ?? crying crying crying ok. hope he stuffed himself full with cake and rests well :’) idk what else to say that isn’t me just crying so here’s a birthday post for my beloved. <3

wc : 1.7k. fluff. emotional ? tears definitely. ok. [cries]

“do i have something on my face?”

he blinks slowly, dazed look sharpening to something much more focused, and allows himself to be subject to the laughter that crackles through the speakers of his phone. you’re squinting at him teasingly like you always do, brows drawn downwards in disbelief.

“am i no longer allowed to admire artwork anymore?” his voice drawls out lazily, stretching out before snuggling further into his blanket. you roll your eyes like he knew you would, but he knows there’s a smile hidden underneath the bundle of your scarf.

it’s hard, sometimes—being away from you for so long, especially during the holidays. with concerts and fan signs and so many little things to complete before the year is over, he hardly has time to catch up with you and the life that you live. (that doesn’t include him, he oftens thinks bitterly, and resigns himself to feeling low until one of the guys eventually drag him out and about.)

he loves his dream. loves being on stage, loves being surrounded by people who love him and his members for the career he chose but he wishes you were here with him every step of the way. he supposes it’s karma, you falling in love with the people’s person. a humbling experience to remind him what he’s chosen to do.

support is never wavering with you, though. no matter what city you’re in or the difference in time zones, you’ve never missed a single good luck message before a performance or a call to soothe his fear and anxieties of underperforming. you’ve become his forever constant, from that fateful mix up in his schedule to years up the ladder of success, and he’s grateful for you in ways he can’t even begin to describe.

he just, you know. wishes you could have been by his side for all of it. 

he zones back in to gentle calls of his name, offering a tired smile to the questioning look you send him. “the concert was a bit exhausting,” he explains. “i don’t think my body has quite yet… come down from the high, if that makes sense?”

you hum in both understanding and sympathy, and he knows that if you were here, he’d be squeezed into your arms and rocked side to side for a bit. 

“i’m just glad you have some time to relax for your birthday,” you grin, your sincerity seeping through the screen. “you deserve the rest, shua. i hate seeing you so tired all the time.”

i haven’t slept well since the last time i touched you, he wants to say. i sleep better knowing i’ll turn you’ll still be there. i haven’t felt the texture of your skin in months and it’s driving me up the wall but he smiles and nods and promises to try for you.

“is it cold where you are? i hope you’re staying warm.” 

you read between the lines as always, glancing back at the screen to offer a smile. “is this the part where i say ‘i only feel warm with you’?”

“whatever makes you happiest, dear.” and you laugh and it soothes the ache just a little bit.

he wants to talk about your travels. the sights you’ve seen, the people you’ve met, and the things you’ve done. but all thoughts of uttering a single word considering your worldwide trek comes to a halt when you look up yet again, and he can’t help but blurt, “are you busy? you know it doesn’t matter if you call today. i know it’s a lot of—”

“don’t be silly, you know i’ll always make time for you.” your frown is almost offended, and he burrows himself deeper into the covers under your stare. “busy or not, you’re important to me!”

he nods. understood. his heart kicks its feet giddily.

“i’m just. hoping i don’t be late to this thing i’m rushing to. it’s kind of time sensitive?” you huff in annoyance, cold air fogging around your face. “it’s really important to me.”

“and you want me to stay on the phone with you?” you nod and his chest warms significantly. “just say you’re in love with me or something.”

“i’m in love with you,” you reply simply, shaking your head soon after when he calls you a sap.

you chat aimlessly for a bit longer, filling the distance with your mindless thoughts on topics he threw at you and in turn, asking him about his hopes for the new year. it’s the same each and every year—to spend more time with you—and he knows you just like to hear him say it, but it rings a bit of a sad truth.

he wants to settle down with you. wants to do mundane things like bicker over losing socks in the laundry and grocery shop with you in the afternoon and spoon feed you soup when you don’t feel your best. he wants it with enough passion to self combust, after years of getting by with glimpses of you. he can’t stand the distance, but beggars can’t be choosers.

it sours his mood, and like always, you notice.

“shua.” his hum is faint, lingering in the air. “can you go to your front door? i think my present should have arrived by now?”

“you got me a gift?” his gaze darts to the door, squinting as if he could see through it if he tried hard enough. you stifle a laugh. “what is it?”

“open your door and find out, genius.”

slowly, he patters out of the living room and towards the main hallway, phone in hand at your request to see his reaction. he sees you bite your lip in anticipation and his heart thunders.

“will i like it?” he’s nervous but he doesn’t know why. “what am i talking about? of course i’ll like it, it’s from you.”

“sweet talker,” you tease, “but you’re stalling. i don’t want porch pirates to steal it!”

“i live in an apartment?”

“don’t be a smartass.” you’ve lost the bite to your words, though. you’re grinning openingly, excitement highlighting your features, and he wonders just what you might have waiting for him behind the door.

it could have been anything, really. he was expecting an actual present from the way you urged him on. not… one of his friends dressed head to toe in red.

“took you long enough,” jeonghan gripes, and rolls his eyes in faux annoyance when you laugh. “hello to you, too.”

“hi, hannie,” you greet sweetly, offering a smile when joshua looks down at his screen in confusion. “your present isn’t our dear friend’s presence, though.”

“how unfortunate for you,” the latter sniffs. “i’m a fucking delight to have around. your loss.”

“hannie’s gonna blindfold and lead you somewhere, okay? it’s all safe, promise.”

“can’t guarantee he won’t be a bit bruised,” jeonghan pipes up as he produces a white blindfold, grinning cheekily as joshua glances at him wearily. “i’m joking. yn, tell him i’m joking.”

“if i come back and i see a hair on his head misplaced, you won’t like it.” 

“yeah, whatever.”

jeonghan leads him down what seems to be a hallway, the lights on the ceiling faintly visible through the fabric, and then he hears the telltale sound of the elevator reaching his floor. he’s quickly ushered inside, gripping his hand for dear life when it begins to descend.

“you still there?” you ask gently, phone still gripped in his other. he nods, frowning slightly when jeonghan stifles a snort. “words, sweetheart. you okay?”

“a little tense, but i’m okay.”

“he’s breaking my hand.”

“ignore him,” you try to soothe him, and he cracks a smile when the other lets out a faint hmph. “it’ll be over quickly. in fact, if i’m timing this correctly—”

the elevator stalls, another faint ding signaling their arrival.

“—you should be here soon, too.”

here? weren’t you out of the country? he wants to ask what you could possibly mean by that when you’re definitely thousands of miles away from him—but he hears the doors slide open and the sound of you hanging up the phone abruptly. he startles when he’s tugged out the elevator and stumbles over his feet, steadied only when he’s stopped suddenly.

hands clap against his shoulders. “wait right here,” he hears his friend say. and without waiting for some semblance of a response, his footsteps fade away.

well. if he died, he knew very well who he’d be haunting.

phone tucked into the pockets of his pajamas, his hands wring nervously, itching to grant himself the gift of sight once more. and why did you suddenly hang up? he hopes you’re okay. anything could happen these days, and he’d be damned if anything happened to you—

a pair of arms circle around his waist. he tenses, skin chilled from the slight press of cold fabric against his white shirt, and holds his breath. silence tears him apart for what seems like hours. then,

“you can take off the blindfold.”

his heart drops sixty feet into the ground, and then soars right back up into the sky.

laughter swarms his ears as he hastily undoes the knot tied sloppily at the back of his head, light swarming back unforgivingly, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s sure he’s just just heard your voice. 

he blinks rapidly, silently begging for his vision to clear. 

“don’t cry,” you laugh, hands moving to cup his face, and now he’s definitely crying, crushing you to his body and burying his face into your neck. how couldn’t he? when it’s been months since he’s last seen you, since he’s last gotten to hold you?

he needs to take the time to memorize the shape of you again. needs to run his hands over the curves and dips, overwhelmed by your sudden presence with the need to touch like a man starved.

“i thought you…” he tries to say, but all the words he’s ever practiced to say to your face fall apart the second the tips of your thumbs brush away stray tears.

“early flight. someone pulled enough strings.”

jeonghan halfheartedly salutes somewhere behind your head, and any and all thoughts of haunting him quickly dissipates. he’ll get him a cheese platter or something. just as soon as he gets used to having you this close once again.

“happy birthday,” you whisper into his embrace. his response is something akin to a sob, embarrassingly so, but you only squeeze him tighter in response.

“missed you.” please don’t leave again. “missed you so much.”

“i’m not going anywhere.” i’m here.

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Recovery- Carl grimes xRhee!reader

warnings: fem!reader, ‘arguing’, shared bed, grief, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, female receiving oral.

A/N: this is the first smut i wrote in english i’ve only wrote ones in my language (i’m french) so i hope this is good enough🫡

summary: (Y/N) is slowly recovering from her adoptive dad’s loss and she spends her nights sleeping in the same bed as her bestie, carl. they get close one night, like really close.

english is not my first language✌🏻

Since your adoptive father and Abraham died that awful night, you can’t close your eyes without living the scene over and over again.

This has been a huge problem since you need to rest after not sleeping for days. You’ve been in a really bad mental health since their deaths, everyone noticed of course.

Your dad was your whole life, he saved you, he was everything for you. Losing him was just too much and especially in that way, you’re very sensitive and you’re really not okay right now.

Your childhood and actual best friend is always by your side, he knows everything about you and especially how much you cared about Glenn. He’s been spending multiple nights sleeping in your bed with you to comfort you, you had a lot of nightmares about that event so having him with you was the best solution.

He hates to see you like this without having the power to make you feel suddenly better, he can’t just take your pain away. Tonight, you’re both sleeping in your room.

You keep thinking, looking at the ceiling as you think Carl is already asleep. You don’t want to cry, you can’t cry anymore, you don’t know how to express your emotions.

You focus on Carl’s heavy breathing, he seems at peace right now, you wish you could find peace too. This was an awful event for everyone, it was very hard for Carl too, he cried a lot too during your breaking down nights together.

You’re glad he can get some rest tonight.

You turn in the bed over and over again, trying to find some sleep. “Are you awake?” you hear Carl whispering, he obviously got awaken by you moving so much since his voice sounds really deep.

You turn to face him, laying on your side “Yep. Can’t sleep.” you respond, looking at him being lightened by the moon’s light going through the window.

“Are you okay?” you hesitate a lot, should you say yes? or no? or you don’t know? You nod, “Why can’t you sleep?” you ask him, “I keep thinking again and again.” he says, looking at you, “What are you thinking about?” he takes a bit before responding “You. I hate to see you like this.”

Last night, you almost cried in his arms the whole night, you couldn’t help but cried. You weren’t ashamed because it’s Carl, he’s seen you devastated, happy, almost dead. He’s been with you since the very beginning and is the only one actually able to comfort you when you feel like that.

“I’m sorry you have to comfort me constantly, it must be hard for you too.” you answer, taking his hand in yours. “You don’t have to apologize, this whole situation sucks. I promise we’ll be fine.” he says before kissing your forehead. You could just end up your life laying there with him.

You love him, you truly love him and it hurts so much. You’re constantly afraid of losing your family, you already lost so many and you only had the courage to continue because Carl was there holding you the whole time.

When Beth died, he held you in his arms, keeping your eyes away from the horror scene, as you heard your mother screaming in pain, Carl held you tight, a hand on the back of your head, the other around your back, you cried all the tears of your body, containing your emotions against his.

It was like this for everyone you loved that died, you both need each other to survive and face the day every morning.

You see the way he looks at you, you know you could let yourself drown under his touch and finally get away from your bad luck.

“And what is coursing through your mind now?” he says with an almost smirking smile. He also noticed how you look at him, it’s obvious you want to tell him your feelings but you’re absolutely terrified.

Everything you touch, everyone you love dies, you can’t do this, you can’t lose your partner in crime, you need him to go on and continue to live.

“You.” you simply respond, kind of thinking you said this in your head. He stroked your hair, he needs you close, always.

You both got sat down on the bed, he was so close from you you could feel his warm breathing on your skin. In a moment like this, you both needed to abandon all your worries and let yourselves finally feel something real after feeling empty for days.

Your breathing got heavier, you felt him looking at you but you kept your eyes on the wall, not knowing if you should listen to your heart or your brain. You feel his hand caressing your cheek, moving your head on the right so he could lean forward and kiss you.

You feel his breathing on your lips this time, eyes closed, you know you’re close from kissing him, your lips are going to touch each other but you turn a bit your head, you can’t do this. Not after losing everybody.

“I can’t do this to you, Carl. I love you too much for this.” you say, starting to sob a bit. He lets go of you and you stand up in front of the bed where he sits calmly, his eye on you.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” he tries to comfort you but this time it doesn’t work “No, it’s not- i should, i should leave.” you start panicking and stuttering when you walk to the door. Carl obviously stood up and put his body in front of the door, you run into him in anger, “Let go of me!”

You start loosing it, you’re afraid, you’re in love. You just want to run away, disappear so you won’t hurt people you love ever again but you can’t, cause that boy won’t let you go.

He held you back as you struggled, trying to “hit” him, loosing all your cold blood, you started to cry a lot, like a child having a crisis but he didn’t let go of you, he didn’t say anything he just looked at you in a painful silence.

“I said let go! Carl-” you got tired of fighting, you didn’t have any strength to even struggle any longer, you stopped talking and just lied on him, completely exhausted by your emotions.

“I can’t do this to you, Carl- I can’t kill you.” you said whispering with a broken and shaky voice, still sobbing against his chest. His arms around you.

You then stepped a bit back as he looked at you, “I can’t go on without you.” you say, again. “I can’t go on without you either, Y/N! You’re not losing anyone again, okay? I’m here! I won’t leave!”

“Can’t you understand? I destroy everything i touch!” you say not knowing how to say it anymore. “Then i’ll take the risk.” he answers, as you drown in his look.

You finally get it, he loves you so much he doesn’t care about how cursed you are. You quickly walk to him and kiss him, your hands on both sides of his face, he’s been waiting for this.

You can feel the butterflies in your stomach as you’re finally feeling something, he holds your waist, kissing you back, his lips fading into yours.

You want to just feel him everywhere on you, you need him. The kiss intensifies, guiding you back to the bed, laying on your back, you don’t let go of the kiss, he’s right on top of you, caressing your body, letting out of your lips to breathe and look at each other for a moment, you stroke his hair, contemplating his beauty that is finally yours.

You can feel his cold hands crawling under your shirt as you look deep in his eye, you feel him making his way between your thighs, he looks at you asking for the permission to get rid of your shirt, you nod and let him do it gently.

You can see him looking at your breasts, his hands massaging them as he kisses you, you let out a deep breath when you feel his bulge against your pussy.

His right hand leaving your breasts to get your pants off then enter a finger inside of you, sliding it back and forth as you tilt your head back under his touch, then he ads another finger inside of you, making your back ache small moans coming out cause you couldn’t hold the pleasure back. He rubs your cheek with his other hand, you put your hand on his, “Feels good huh?” Carl asks accelerating his movements, kissing your hand.

You felt yourself coming, “I think i’m close” you struggled to say. “Good, cum for me hun-” he goes faster and faster, curling his fingers, you let out a choked moan, coming on him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, you breathe loudly, “Please, Carl, i need you.” you beg for him, you can’t wait any longer. “Are you wet enough for me?” he asks, a smirk on, making you more and more impatient and needy. “Please- fuck me” you shamelessly moan against him.

He looks at you, his eye shining, he wants to fuck you so bad too.

He kisses you passionately on your lips, you see him getting his pants and boxer off, you’ve been dreaming of that moment for a long time, you truly need his cock right now.

He placed himself between your legs as you rolled your legs around his waist, preparing to take his dick. He put his hands on your hips, slowly entering your pussy, you adjusting to his size “Gosh- you’re so big Carl-” he looked down at you, this one sentence turned him even more on, you gasped as your cunt slowly swallowed his whole dick “Fuck, you’re so tight babe-” you hear and then feel him deep inside of you for the first but certainly not last time. Hearing groans escaping from his throat.

Carl begins to thrust in you, you moan loudly incapable of containing yourself, he kisses you hardly, his hips snapping back and forth, you open your mouth, your walls tightening around his hard cock.

Carl’s hands gripping your hips, his balls smacking against your ass as you get closer to your climax every second he spends inside of you. “You’re taking it so well babe” you feel him deeper and deeper, moaning his name in his ear, making him shiver and slam his lips against yours once again. Fearing the idea of someone in the house that could hear y’all.

“I’m gonna cum- Carl” you struggle to let out a full sentence, you can’t last any longer, “It’s okay, lemme’ hear your pretty noises hun” he focuses on your face as you tilt it back, your back aching as you cum right before he does. “Good girl” he rubs his thumb on your face then you feel him coming in you and press his lips against yours into a long and loving kiss before his dick slips out of your pussy.

He leans on your side, holding you tightly in his arms, recovering from the amount of pleasure you two just got tonight. You know for a fact you don’t regret letting him know about your feelings.

“I’ve been waiting for this” you say, your head resting on his chest. “I needed you so bad, (Y/N). I’m never leaving you.” he sighs, regaining his breath, “I love you.” you say, closing your eyes “I love you. So much.” he responds, stroking your hair. He kissed your forehead right before y’all fell asleep.

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thank you for reading me my fellows carl stans :)

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[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(3)

A/N: Y'all I don't know a thing about basketball. My bad. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Words: 3617

Content warnings: mentions of stalking and paranoia, elevators, mention of not wearing a seatbelt(wear your seatbelt or I will smack you), my writing, multi-chap fic

Summary: The first one I received was innocent. Nothing more than a love letter from a secret admirer. But as more letters came, so did the fear and paranoia. Guess secret admirers aren't so romantic after all.

Chapter 3: A Watchful Eye

Silencing the countless reminders and notifications I had set to remind myself of Irma’s basketball game, I continued eating my breakfast. I chew through my cereal, scrolling through various social media apps as I wait for my brain to reboot. My head was heavy and throbbing slightly, most likely from dehydration. This morning was hard to recuperate, it was like my body shut down after the stress from last night. I frown, closing my eyes as I try to process my emotions. I knew this was coming for months, but now that they  actually left? Nothing felt real. I thought I would feel more free, no longer having my parents constantly looking over my shoulder and monitoring everything they did, but instead I felt numb. The world was too slow and fast at the same time, everything was too quiet but oh so mind numbingly loud. I didn’t like being alone. I didn’t want to be alone. Maybe Irma would stay over with me for a bit.

My phone buzzes again, another notification popping on my screen and bringing me out of my head. I tap on the messaging app, grinning at Irma’s good morning message. My leg bounces a bit as I wish her luck on the game and tell her my estimated time of arrival at the school. My phone gets set on the counter as I stand, my hands clasping above my head as I stretch and pop my back. I move through the kitchen, blinking tiredly as I set my cereal bowl in the sink. I quickly wash it, not wanting to cause a pile up of dishes for me in the future. If it sat in the sink for more than a day, I knew I would never touch it.

I move back to my room and grab my planned clothes, moving to the bathroom to take a shower with the bundle of clothes in my arms. I set my outfit in the sink, making sure it was dry before I did so. I look at the mirror for a moment, scanning my face. My hand comes up to touch my cheek, pulling at the skin as I tilt my head. My eyebags were evident, sleepless nights catching up to me and shouting my bad sleeping habits from the top of their lungs. I sigh, turning away from the mirror with a small frown. It would be fine, I just needed to ignore it. I will sleep better tonight and sleep in tomorrow. It would be fine.

I step into the shower, flinching slightly when the cold water from the shower head hits me. I reach my hands up to scrub at my hair, trying to ignore the bite of cold from the water. I dump a generous amount of shampoo in my hand, running it through my hair as the water finally starts to warm. Steam slowly rises from the water, filling the room with its heavy fog. I let the water run down my back for a moment, sighing softly as my hands rest at the base of my neck. I needed this, my brain finally calming as my eyes shut. The water continues to thrum against my skin as I continue to wash myself, being mindful not to slip on the tiles that lined the floor of the shower. 

I turn off the shower head, turning the knob until water stopped coming out. I run a hand through my hair, trying to dry it a bit before stepping out, water dripping off me and onto the small mat protecting the floor. I wrap a towel around me, drying off while I run a brush through my damp hair. Satisfied with the less tangled strands, I set the brush down and change into my outfit. The bright purple and red colors of our school adorn the jersey I wore over my hoodie, Irma’s number shown big and bright on the front. I run my hand through my damp hair one last time, trying to relieve some of the energy building up in my chest. My head buzzed with thoughts, not resting for even a moment. I needed to go, Irma was waiting. I walk back through the apartment and into the kitchen, grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket along with the keys I threw in the center bowl on the table.

I exit my apartment and lock the door behind me, resting my forehead against the cardboardy wood for a moment. I push myself off and start to walk down the hall and to the elevator. I hit the button once, moving to the side in case anyone needed to exit when the doors opened. The elevator arrives with a small ding, and I enter into the contraction, pressing the button for the first floor before moving to a corner and trying to press myself into the wall. The small chimes of a marimba sound as the elevator moves down. It was nice, being able to stand there for a moment with the light music sounding. The elevator doors opened again, allowing me to exit. I rush out, keeping my head down in case one of the older residents tries to rope me into a conversation.

The cool air of the outdoors hits me, the sky overhead cloudy and dark. Outside was damp, the sky showing signs of rain that threatened to fall. I scan the clouds for a moment, grimacing. I didn’t want to get caught in the rainstorm. I start to walk towards the school, debating whether or not I needed to run. I roll my shoulders before sighing. It was a ten minute walk to the school, and I didn’t trust those clouds. But if I ran, I would get winded by the time I was at the school and possibly sweaty. I didn’t want people to stare. But they would also stare if I was sopping wet from the rain. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding to myself. I would walk until it started to rain. Hopefully It would all work out in my favor.

I take one step when I feel a drop hit my head. Then another. Then another. I start to sprint towards the school as the sky opens up, unleashing its anger on the world as lightning starts to light up the world in place of the sun. I stick my hood over my head and run, grimacing as water starts to soak through my clothes. This was just my luck. I huff as I keep running, my arms pumping at my side as I stride forward in quick succession. A ten minute walk turns into a five minute run, my sneakers skidding on the pavement as I reach the school. A familiar chill runs down my spine, my head whipping around to look for eyes. I see nothing, only seeing cars pulling up with kids coming to watch the game. I scan the rooftops, thinking I would see the shadows as always, but the nearby buildings held none.

I open the door to the school and enter, the cold of the AC making me shiver. My dampened clothes clung to my skin, my hair pasting itself on my forehead and neck. I wipe my wet hands on my shorts, the squeaking of my shoes echoing through the dark halls of the school. I duck into the gym, making my way into the bleachers as I scan the bobbing heads on the court for Irma, both teams warming up with hoop shots and runs. I sit at the top, leaning my back against the white concrete wall of the gym. Taking off my wet hoodie, I sigh a bit. Being damp was not ideal. Hopefully I would dry off a bit during the duration of the game. I take the jersey off the hoodie and slip it over my shirt, holding my hoodie in my lap. The referee blows their whistle and the players line up, Irma shaking hands with the other captain. I lean forwards, resting my elbows on my knees as I watch the game start. Irma ended up being the one to get the ball between the captains, having jumped higher than the other and won the tip-off.

Watching Irma play was like watching a fish in water. She moves fluidly with her team, the ball seeming to be more of an additional limb than a random orange rubber ball. Irma had always tried to get me into basketball with her. I had tried, when we were both back in middle school, but had  given up after the ball rebounded from the backboard and went straight into my face. My nose was broken and my pride was too shattered to try and join the team. I played still, of course. Just never on a team. The local basketball court was my preferred way to play the game Irma and I's rounds of horse and around the world being superior to the actual game.

I cheered loudly when Irma got another basket, her lanky body dropping back to the ground after gravity caught up to her. I was convinced Irma was more rabbit than human, her quick movements and high jumps seeming inhuman. The game was going fast, Irma's team dominating as always. She passes to one of her teammates, who turns around and shoots the ball. I wince when she misses the basket, understanding her embarrassment. The opposing team gains the ball and the game goes on, Irma’s team doing their best to stop them from scoring a basket.

I watch the game with a wide grin, excitement building up in my chest, the impressive way the girls moved on the court sending shivers down my spine. My leg bounces, a constant thud of my sneakers against the metal of the bleachers bringing some peace to my jittery nerves. My hair raises on end while I watch, my brain stuttering to a halt. I glance around, peeling my eyes from the game and to the crowd, searching for the eyes I could feel burning into me. Down at the opposite bleachers, my eyebrows furrow as I make eye contact with someone who was shrouded in shadow, their face barely peeking out from where they hid under the bleachers. My heart sinks into my stomach as I continue to stare back at the figure, my mouth gone dry.

I couldn’t make anything out about them, their body distorted by shadows and the metal seats of the bleachers. I could tell they were wearing a purple hoodie, but that was it. I shift uncomfortably, looking back at the game as I try to focus once more. Irma’s team won the first half, taking a ten minute break for intermission. A part of me wanted to go down to Irma and tell her about the figure, to recruit her help in finding the person who was hiding under the bleachers. I glance back at where they were but see… Nothing. No one was there. I squint at the gaps between the seats, trying to find the mystery person. I couldn’t see anything, no one was there. 

I huff a bit, annoyed with myself. Of course they weren’t there, I was just seeing things again. I stand up and set my hoodie down where I was sitting, making my way down the bleachers to go buy some food from the concession stand. I wait in the short line while scanning the poster board menu, thinking over whether I should buy the slice of pizza or the hot dog.

I make my order, eating my food as I walk back over to the bleachers. My eyes drift over to the opposite side, looking at where I saw the figure standing. Watching. A shiver runs down my spine as I think about it, the feeling of the shadowed eyes raking over my skin was nightmare fuel. I quickly scarf down the rest of my food, wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist as I walk over to the opposite side of bleachers. I duck under them, looking through the shadows to see if I could find any proof of the figure. My hand rests on one of the poles holding the seats up, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I stare into the empty space. Nothing was here.

Sighing in defeat, I turn around. Running my hands through my hair, I walk out from under the bleachers and back towards my seat, patting at my legs as I do so. I pick back up my hoodie and sit down, leaning against the wall. My eyebrows furrow as I continue to stare at the spot the figure stood, racking my brain for a reason. Was I really just imagining it? It was plausible, knowing my history with the many shadows this past few months. Maybe my paranoia was just spiking and my brain filled in the blanks. I roll my shoulders and pop my back, my attention turning to the third quarter of the basketball game. It didn’t matter, nothing was there. It was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Again.

The last two quarters of the game go by fast, Irma’s team dominating as always. I stand up as the game ends, walking down the bleachers to stand on the sideline while all the players shake hands. Irma talks idly with her teammates, drinking at her water as she bounces on her feet. I see Irma’s dad in the bleachers, his arms crossed as he watches the players and audience disperse. Her dad meets my eye, a smile spreading across his face as he waves. I wave back. I was happy he came considering how much he worked. He was a trucker and was constantly on the road to deliver whatever he was hauling. I was surprised I didn’t notice him earlier, his large build and bushy red beard were quite eye-catching.

Her father finally stands up as Irma yells up at him, waving her long arms in a wide arch. Her father beams at his daughter, his booming voice sounding as he shouts back his praise. His sure steps thud slightly as he walks down the metal bleachers, his heavy work boots not helping the sound. Her father was always loud, his voice no lower than a boom. He was big, both in personality and person, able to captivate an entire room in an instant. 

I watch awkwardly as her dad picks Irma up, swinging her taller form around with ease as she laughs. His large hand ruffles her head, a small pit of guilt forming in my stomach. I wanted my parents to act with me like that, to hold me and celebrate my achievements. Irma’s dad might not always be with her in the moment, but he tried his hardest to support her in every opportunity. I admired that, his determination to make her as proud of him as he was of her. I remember when we were kids, taking us to the park to run around, how he gave Irma her first basketball and taught her how to play.

“You’re in your head again, you okay?” Irma’s dad takes me out of my thoughts, his large hand clasping my shoulder tightly as he shakes me gently. His gruff voice was comforting, Irma’s head poking over her fathers shoulder while she stares down at me. I shake my head, a wide grin spreading across my face. I shouldn’t envy Irma for her dad, considering he took me in as his second child years ago. He taught us both to drive, taught us both to cook, taught us both to live. In every way that mattered, he was my dad too. As far as he was concerned, I was just as much his kid as Irma. Especially considering he started introducing me as his kid years ago.

I shake my thoughts away, grinning up at the pair. “I’m all good Mr. Campbell, thank you.”

He nods, clapping me on the shoulder twice before straightening up. “Call me Tony. I’ve known you since you were born, you don’t have to be formal.” He says, as he always did. Irma’s dad hated the formality, hated the responsibility that he claimed came with ‘Mr’. His name was Antonio and he refused to even go by that, always saying it was ‘too fancy’ for him. I’ve only seen one person use his full name without correction, and that was the principal. He didn’t like the principal. 

Tony grabs both me and Irma by the shoulder, pushing us in front of him. Irma laughs slightly, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me forwards. Tony follows behind, Irma starting to babble on about her game. I listen closely, grinning as I compliment her on her impressive playing skills. We make it to the entrance of the school, Tony’s blue 1987 Chevy Silverado sitting in the parking lot. I look at it for a second, tilting my head. Tony notices my look, opening the door and ushering us in. “I thought we’d go for ice cream. I know you two go out for dinner after a game, but I wanted to take you both to ice cream for celebration. Do ya mind movin’ ya’s dinner t’ ‘morrow?"

“Not at all.” I say, sliding into the middle ‘seat’ of the Chevy. It’s more of a couch than a car seat, and I pull the small seatbelt over my lap while Irma buckles in on the passenger side. She was taller, so she got the side seat, her seatbelt pulling crossbody. Irma’s dad grabs the frame of the car, using the momentum of his pull to get into the car. He slams the door shut, jiggling it to make sure it was in place and wouldn’t swing open mid drive. Irma pulls out her phone and starts checking her notifications, leaning on me as she scrolls through her apps. Her eyes flick to her dad as he starts the engine, her brow furrowing.

“Seatbelt, dad.” She reminds. He grumbles, sticking his tongue out at her. I grin. Mr. Campbell was always fun.

“Can’t, ’s not fat friendly,” Tony pats his large stomach, frowning slightly as he puts the car in gear. “And the dang things are useless in this truck, they don’t lock like a normal cars.”

Despite his argument, he puts his seatbelt on, pouting like a small child. He was always one for car safety, being a trucker himself, but he always had a hard time with the seatbelt in this truck. It was tight over the lap and loose over the body. Tony’s larger frame made it more or less choke him whenever he tried to change gears. I lean back on the plush seat, looking over Irma’s shoulder as she scrolls through her phone.

“Why’d you go under the bleachers during the intermission?” Irma asks, glancing up at me inbetween her rounds of her phone’s game. I wince slightly, rubbing at my neck.

“Thought I saw someone down there. My eyes were playing tricks again.” I explain. Irma nods, patting my knee in quick comfort. Tony glances at me, a small frown bringing his lips down.

“You still seeing them shadows?” He asks, not moving his gaze from the road in front of him. I nod, fiddling with my fingers. Tony blows air out while his mouth is pressed together, making his lips rumble in a small vibrating noise. “Try put’ta mask on ya’s noggin’.”

I snort slightly. “That’s for tigers.” I say, shaking my head with a grin. Tony shrugs, patting the steering wheel.

“If it works, it works.” He says simply. Irma puts her phone back in her pocket, turning her attention to the both of us. The buildings went past as Mr. Campbell continued to drive, his hands steady on the wheel. 

“Do you want to stay with us tonight?” Irma suggests, looking at her dad in case he denies her suggestion. Tony seems to brighten at the suggestion instead, nodding eagerly.

He claps his hand as he pulls into the parking lot of the ice cream store, grinning widely at his daughter's suggestion. “Yes, yes, great idea. I was gonna make a big pot of spaghetti, and we need someone to help eat it. Plus, your’s parents left last night right? It’s only best you stay with us.”

I laugh slightly, Irma shaking her head at her dad’s enthusiasm to have me stay. We walk into the ice cream shop, waiting in line as her dad starts talking excitedly about the dinner he was planning on making. Irma leans into me, whispering softly as she watches her dad talk. “He wasn’t planning on making spaghetti, he just wants you to stay the night. He’d adopt you if given the chance.”

I snort at that. Tony had been trying to get me to call him dad for as long as I remember, joking with my parents at every chance that he’d just steal me so he could have a second kid. We move up to the counter, ordering our ice cream and Tony finally stops his spaghetti talk. We sit down at one of the booths, digging into our respective cones. Irma asks about a new pin on her dad’s hat, Tony starting on a new story about his trucking adventures and the gas station he got it from. I settle into the booth, eating my ice cream with a smile. Even if my own parents left, I would always have Irma and her dad keeping me close. Everything would be okay.

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[starstruck-flames]

Please… don’t remind me. - Geto Suguru

A fluttering, pleasant memory… and a harsh, bitter reality. The call of a man long lost brings me to you, and you can’t say no, can you? Let me pretend for just a moment that you could be happy.

No… please don’t reignite that memory within me.

Content includes: Implied stalking? Somewhat, he finds where you live. POV from Fem!reader. Possible/implied non con, called off engagement.

Authors note: Hello gamers, it’s been a while huh? Warning for spoilers that are approximately discussed in season 2 of JJK. (I read the manga and now I’m waiting for all of season 2 so my partner will sit down and watch it with me!)

Song for your mood?

Times in the inner circle of Jujutsu sorcery was incredible, it felt like being in an entirely different planet than any other human being.

And ironically enough?

It was the largest curse you’d ever had to carry the burden of.

Growing up in a larger family, having the privilege of learning from your very birth… it’s a prestigious place to be. Even as a child, you knew this. It was hard, and you grew in every single way possible. As a woman? It was almost as if you had to work twice as hard to prove yourself.

Especially in the shadow of your at the time fiancé.

Suguru had always been a kind man, he was never the one you had to prove yourself to. In fact he had welcomed the engagement with open arms when it was announced to you both as teenagers. It almost felt like a classical romance story, he had never touched without asking. Never yelled, never even furrowed his eyebrows at you. He had been perfect, a daydream of a short lived relationship.

Then Riko Amanai happened.

Did you blame her? Not at all. No one was to blame, it had been a gut wrenching process to digest as your former fiancé explained everything to you in a new light. In a new, devastating way that made both of your lips curl ever so slightly in response to what had been aired out.

“Join me,” He stated calmly, no expression. Not even that smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I trust you, we’ve known each other for a decade now. Even before our engagement, I know how vital you could be.”

A pause.

A long pause.

“…” A glance away from his eyes as you consider everything. The danger, the fact you will always… always be avoiding either of your families. The fact that this could be a new start.

A normal woman.

No fight for power, your problems could now become meaningless.

And that…

That made your chest feel lighter.

He hadn’t taken your answer with anger, you had told him should the time come? You would return, for him. However? You wished to become a phantom, to slink away into a new life that could perhaps grant you some happiness. True peace, perhaps.

He gave you a real smile, one last time before wishing you luck with this new chapter.

And then you were both gone.

Unlike Suguru, you moved away. Far, far away. Out into the countryside. It was peaceful and quiet, religious, yes but it was a town full of the elderly. They took a liking to your politeness, something you’d learned to turn on masterfully with your family. You took up a simple life, working from home and gardening on weekends.

And this year was no different.

And you hadn’t even been told of what happened to Suguru.

~ ~ ~

Kenjaku had been feeling a memory from Suguru’s body, a familiar scent that awakened a thought into a new entity. He knew it was important, as it sent a shiver up Suguru’s spine. It drove him crazy sometimes, fleeting reminders of your memory would make the body he’d taken feel all fluttery and strange. Unsure if it was a positive or a negative emotion… he decided to investigate in the small amount of Suguru’s belongings he had kept.

Rifling through the small box, (he always kept mementos of his victims lives) his hands accidentally cut themselves against a small polaroid photo. The body flinches, but his face doesn’t react.

Picking up the photo… he can feel what’s left of the man react to what is a photo of the two of you as teens, sitting together.

“Oh.”

~ ~ ~

The spring had settled into your village quickly, the late morning sun basking your features as you smile softly. Small wrinkles forming under your eyes as your mundane life continued to give you such small pleasures. The small garden around your property beginning to bloom with colour as your bare feet pad against the wooden flooring.

The screen door left open as the scent of herbal tea wafts through the home.

Meanwhile the town below your home, at the base of the little hill that sprawled across the country side had felt shrouded in darkness in comparison. The older folks mumbling amongst themselves that they couldn’t help but feel something was going to happen. Simply superstition, that’s what you would have probably told them.

Suguru Geto holds a thin sheet of paper between his finger tips. Eyes roaming past the cosy town and its wary people to see your home, or at least what the information he’s tracked down to be your home.

His geta clicks softly against the aged stone stairs that will lead him to you. Expression blank as even Kenjaku feels a strange sense of… anxiety. It’s only because he wants this feeling to end.

No matter the cost.

He can’t help but chuckle as he sees the open screen doors, reckoning you’d grown too comfortable thinking no one would ever find you. Or perhaps you’d have thought yourself too clever to be tracked down?

The smell of herbal tea briefly hits his nose, and that’s it.

That’s you.

He openly lets himself onto your property, careful of the intricately planted flowers blooming around his feet but not quite careful enough to bother with another route.

The home feels like what he had expected. Stepping up onto the wood panels your bare feet had just recently sprinted from to ensure you had that same tea he could sense before him. Willingly walking through the open doors, he sees the colour of your hair. Nothing had changed, only the very slight aging of your features. It made you look more mature from what small memory Kenjaku had access to.

He watches quietly at the grip on the tea pot in your hand strengthens for just a moment. Wide eyes taking in his vision. Almost as if he were a holy figure, though…

Suguru perhaps certainly thought himself as one.

“…I…” Comes a quiet stammer as you slowly approach, placing down the teapot gently. “it’s been-“

“About ten years.” He answers without much thought, he could feel the core of the soul he’d hijacked quake with the memory.

You falter for a moment, not even questioning his features. His new aura, the scars across his forehead.

You can’t help but fall for the fact your ex fiancé now stands before him, willingly throwing yourself against his chest. He almost falls, surprised by your reaction but feigns a delighted expression as he wraps his arms around you. It would almost be sweet, almost.

“…I’ve missed you.” He said quietly, as he feels your body move just a little bit slower.

You take a step back, regaining your composure as eyes run up his body. Almost like your judging his attire, but then.

Your eyes fixate on his forehead.

It’s like watching the gears turn in your pretty little head, like your logical side is very slowly pulling back your emotions. It’s fascinating really.

“…Why are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asks, feeling the core of his body try to resist the dark urges Kenjaku forces upon it. Feeling the soul fail to control any remaining sense of self.

“I need you.”

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk spoilers #kenjaku #kenjaku is a dick frfr #I’m not sorry #it’s LONG I’m sorRY #but not really #jjk x reader #Spotify

[lovebitesimagines]

Delicate- Chapter 2

[1] [2]

It's funny how much can change in the blink of an eye, once you allow yourself time to contemplate it. Wars have been declared by power drunk men, quicker than one can bat an eyelid. Relationships have been tenderly formed and shattered, lives have been lost, all before the most basic of human functions has been carried out. For me, I could feel the once tenacious flame of luck sputter out, the moment I felt his fingertips lay claim upon my shoulder.

A cold chill spread throughout my body, icy chills sparking out from the tips of his fingers, settling heavily in the pit of my stomach. My skin responded to his touch, covering itself with goosebumps, as if it was a knight throwing on armour to prepare for battle. I'd experienced human touch before, my fathers arms having been wrapped around me once in a hug cast by a second thought. However this felt...different. The rough edges of the floorboards dug against my knees, scraping against the fabric of my dress, as the panic continued to pulsate.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. His hand weighed heavily upon my shoulder, securing me firmly to the floor. I enjoyed the prison his touch created, far more than I allowed myself too. My mind was a tsunami of thoughts, drowning out each idea of escape, until I was no longer able to prise them apart from each other. I silently cursed myself, and my foolishness.

"I think you...you may be mistaken" the words stuttered out from between my lips, my voice sounding croaky and pathetic. My mouth was dry with alarm, dread scratching it's long claws down my throat as I swallowed.

There was a pause so brief, that if you blinked, it would have felt like it had never taken place at all. However, I knew for certain that it was no figment of my imagination. The split second for me felt like it was being cruelly dragged out, taunting me with its wicked smile.

"I enjoy the sight of a woman on her knees" the voice began, cutting sharply through the silence. The notes of his calm Birmingham accent sliced up my thoughts, a contrast to my inner dismay, which continued to grow by the second. He gripped my shoulder tighter, before switching his hand to my arm, roughly dragging me up to my feet. He pulled my back tight against his chest, the buttons on his clothes digging into the exposed section of my back. I remained still, not wanting to move. His spare hand gripped a pistol which he had now pressed to my temple. My eyes flickered to the cool metal, my throat constricting in response to the sight, as I felt his breathe tickle against my ear. He felt warm, the scent of cigarettes and an unidentifiable alcohol filling my nostrils. "Lets see what your boss has to say, eh?"

You know that feeling when time just...slows down? When something terrible happens, and just seems to lull everything around it into a dull sedation? And the worst thing is, that you are just completely powerless to stop it, having to stand by on the side-lines as a spectator, as everything slowly crashes down around you. I was now the helpless bystander, in the shambolic aftermath of my own actions.

The World froze in shock, the moment his foot forcefully kicked open the office door, slamming against the wall so hard that you could feel the vibrations travel up your feet. He let go of my arm, pushing me into the room. I stumbled slightly, the palm of my hand scrapping against the wall, as I fought to right myself.

My father was sat at his desk, my eyes latching onto the brief flicker of horror that scattered upon his face, disappearing as quickly as it showed. My father would like to think that he is an expert at hiding his emotions, at playing the perfect poker face. I guess I have just found out what shatters his perfect illusion. I just wish that it didn't involve me, and the barrel of the gun I didn't doubt was still aimed in my direction.

Three wooden chairs were placed opposite my fathers' desk, two having been claimed by two of the men from the car. They had both sat up straight in response to my surprising arrival, their hands reaching into the inner pockets of their coats. The final seat had been left empty, awaiting the arrival of the third member of the party. The third member who, after process of elimination, was the one who had spotted me in my bedroom window. The one with the eyes that held a million silent stories. The one who was now continuing to devastate the uneasy stillness with his voice.

"Brothers! I found one of Solomons spies against the door. I say our business here is null and void" his voice commanded attention, and attention it was given.

Pandemonium erupted within the office.

Books spilled from the shelves of the bookcase, as I got flung against it. My eyes met the grey hues of one of the men who had previously been sat down, my panic reflected in his pupils. His gloved fingers gripped my throat, the leather slick against my skin. My eyes welled in response to the restricting of my airways, his breath scalding my skin as he shouted angrily at me, his ash-blonde moustache twitching with each facial movement. I could hear my father yelling at the men, the crash of his desk slamming to the floor as he uplifted it, the smash of glass as various delicate objects met their end with the impact.

I screwed my eyes shut, fear rising in me for the grey eyed man whose words continued to slam against my skin. If this was what the outside world was really like, I couldn't fault my father for having chosen to shut me away. It was nothing like I had read about, having been sold false fantasies of beautiful landscapes and handsome gentlemen who threw their coats upon the ground for you to walk upon. I just wanted to lock myself away, and forget I was here and that this had ever happened. The fingers that continued to tighten against my throat had staked its claim upon my attention. This was, unfortunately, reality.

A singular gunshot reverberated throughout the room, an unforgiving silence falling heavy upon us in its wake. My eyes flew open, my gaze brushing past my current captor onto my father. He held his gun up in the air, his chest heaving with the frantic breaths of a broken man. I'd witnessed my father in his differing moods before. I was no stranger to the violent sounds of his raised voice, having heard it one to many times before through the walls. I had seen him before, filled with rage, his thoughts having no say in his actions. The version of him that stood before me now though, was unlike any version of him I had seen before. I knew the sight of me in that room, with these people, crippled him. That frightened me more than any man wearing a cap and waving about a gun could.

"That gal there ain't a fuckin' spy, yeah? She's my daughter" he spat, his eyes feverishly alight as they scanned each of the men in the room, watching as his words fell upon them. I felt the fingers around my neck loosen a touch, enough to allow breathing to be slightly more comfortable. "She is MY fuckin' daughter, right?"

I could feel him contemplating me, my skin warming in response as his eyes scanned across my body, before our gazes latched onto each other once more. Those blue eyes where now surveying me in a new light, as if I was a dangerous prize he wanted to win. I felt a tremor in my stomach, unable to identify if it was awe or terror.

"Arthur. Let her go" he raised his hand slightly as he spoke, his eyes moving onto the man in front of me. Arthur scowled. He tightened his fingers again for a brief moment, a silent warning, before wrinkling his forehead with disgust as he obeyed his orders, stepping back towards the other two men. He didn't move his focus away from me.

"Adina. Come 'ere" my father snapped, lowering the gun to his side. I swallowed hard, the spell shattering as I drew my eyes away from the stranger, hurriedly moving towards my fathers' side. The room was still for a moment, waiting in anticipation for the next move. The bulbs upon the walls cast an artificial light across the room, humming softly with excitement. Open books upon the floors stirred, entranced by the aftermath of the incident.

"Run along to daddy little girl" one of the men spat, a smirk playing across his lips. He was clearly the younger of the three brothers, and I assumed lower down in the pecking order.

"Hush now John" the blue eyed man stated, "Clearly our esteemed friend Mr. Solomons here, has had enough fright this evening". My father grunted in response, his eyes flickering between the three brothers. The nameless brother stood in the middle, flanked by Arthur and John on either side. If I wasn't so afraid, I'd be awed at the picture the trio portrayed. "Maybe we can sort out a little...alteration in our business agreement, hmm?"

"Tommy, what the fuck are you doing?" Arthur growled, watching as his brother stepped forward out of the trio. He made to move as if he wanted to stop him, but thought better of it.

Tommy. I had finally put a name to my blue eyed stranger. Tommy. I hated that my body prickled with happiness at being able to do so.

"Alteration? What sorta' fuckin' alteration?" my father barked, drawing himself up as Tommy continued to walk forward. He raised his gun once more, the two other brothers mimicking his actions in retaliation. "Listen here, yeah? I ain't sortin' out no fuckin' alterations with you Shelby fucks. Fuckin' gypsy bastards".

"I see that we've managed to uncover the great Jewish Kings greatest secret. I wonder what Sabini would pay to get his hands on this sort of information?" Tommy smirked, coming to a stop a few feet in front of my father. Sabini. I had heard that name been shouted angrily on more than one occasion, a thorn in my fathers side.

"You wouldn't fuckin' dare" my fathers words hissed out from between clenched teeth. Tommy raised an eyebrow in response, a clear signal to state that he sure as hell would. My father lowered his gun, his shoulders drooping as he did so.

"You want us to work with you, eh? You want us to sign on the dotted line that we will share business? Share dealings? We'll be able to keep your pretty little secret safe" Tommy paused, letting the words he was saying sink in, briefly glancing over at me. "If she works for us. I will see you in a week, Adina Solomons".

And in a blink of an eye, the Shelby brothers upturned my whole life. 

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby #by order of the peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby x reader #alfie solomons imagine

[xrafstar]

years and years ago, when i was just beginning to truly exist, i discovered With Those We Love Alive (i believe when i was around 15, so 2015, though my memory is quite poor so its hard to say exactly) through means that i cannot exactly remember

it was the most memorable, touching, and impactful game id played in my life, and it remains dear to my heart to this very day- ive replayed it dozens of times over, the most recent of which being just this month when i sat down to show it to my wife for the first time

it influenced me greatly, especially in my own writing; when i first played it, it felt like i was opening my eyes to an entirely new spectrum of creation, i had no idea it was even possible to spin words together in such a mesmerizing and interesting way, and i wanted to hone that skill in my own ways

near the beginning of this year, i came to the realization that you have many, many other works, and i felt quite silly for never even thinking to keep up with your pages to see what else you may offer

anyway, as luck would have it, the interests i gained in the 8 or so years between discovering that game and your other works align damn near perfectly with much of the stuff you've made since- i am now falling endlessly down the rabbit hole of your creative endeavors, and i have no wish in the world to stop, because i am just over the moon delighted that you have more works you've chosen to share with the world

in a strange sort of way, it feels like coming home (if home were quite otherworldly and covered in a layer of viscera), especially considering this year i will be 25; for nearly ten years, your words and your name has stuck with me, clinging to the reaches of my mind, always there even if momentarily out of sight

apologies for the wordy message, i just wanted to properly express both my gratitude and the extent to which your fiction has moved me, shaped me into the artist and person i am today

thank you so much for existing and choosing to share your creativity with us <3

emotional!!

i’m so grateful to be able to move through time with others and share things for that long. I was never able to conceptualize more than a day or an hour at a time back then, so it really means a lot to me when you say that. i’ve been growing so much too, since i started writing around your age. and i want to as long as i can.

eheheh im glad your interests are in cosmic alignment…yes…embrace bugworld…embrace boy violence...embrace xrafstar…!!!!

this is such an incredibly sweet and comforting message

thank you 💜

#ask

[awakefor48hours]

Magluck Week 2023 1|| Day 2 -- Soulmates

[Fanfiction.net] || [AO3]

The Threads That Bind Us

Fandom: Black Clover Relationship: Magna/Luck Characters: Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Vanessa Enoteca, Rouge | Vanessa Enoteca's Cat Additional tags: Soulmates, magluck week 2023, no beta we see where my sleep deprived brain takes us

Summary: Vanessa can see threads of fate, she's always been interested in one connecting Magna and Luck the most. Day 2 of Magluck Week 2023 -- Soulmates Anime friendly

Day 2 of Magluck week. I could not for the life of me write for yesterday’s theme but I could for today’s theme which is soulmates.

Ever since Vanessa first summoned Rouge, she could not only control fate but she’s also able to see fate. Threads of fate to be exact. It was surprising to her at first but after observing she’s been able to understand the threads and their properties. The threads took on 4 different colors, yellow, green, red, and black, each with a different meaning. The yellow threads meant platonic bonds, green threads meant family bonds, red threads meant romantic love, and black thread meant enemies. However, these threads would only show themselves once these feelings appeared in at least one of the individuals and would glow brighter the stronger these feelings got. 

Her abilities didn’t stop there though. She learned that with interference of Rouge, she could manipulate the soulmates to get closer together. This means if Rouge touched a soulmate with a yellow thread, it could end with them spending some quality time together. 

Manipulating and changing fate is quite a powerful ability and ever since she discovered this ability. She never told anyone about this ability of hers and she did her best to avoid looking at anyone’s thread to respect their privacy. As much as she did want to respect the privacy of others, she was still only human and curiosity would get the better of her from time to time. 

There was always one thread that piqued her interest and it was Magna and Luck’s thread. She had surmised that these two were soulmates and when she first looked for their thread, she saw nothing. 

This worried her because if they didn’t have a thread then they weren’t friends nor family, leaving only two threads left, lovers or enemies. She hoped it wouldn’t be the latter but after the absence of the thread, she started to fear the worse. She loved these two and the potential of seeing them becoming enemies would sometimes keep her up at night. But she still kept this to herself, it wasn’t right to even look at their thread to begin with. 

The fight was long and hard. Luck was already a really strong fighter and the fact that his mana was increased practically made him an unstoppable juggernaut. Even though she had Rouge on her side, there were times when she thought she was going to die. Her mind was flooded with a million questions and one of them was what thread now connects Magna and Luck. She hoped that they didn't have a black thread now but these questions would go unanswered since this fight required more of her attention. Once they were all safe, Vanessa couldn’t help herself. Once Luck and Magna had stopped hugging, she finally saw it. She saw a red thread connecting Luck and Magna and she couldn’t be happier for them. Clearly Luck didn’t know how to handle these new emotions, so instead of just saying a simple thank you, he decided to kick Magna directly in the face. She wished she could've indulged in the moment more but the elves were still a problem and required her focus more. 

But for a moment, she allowed herself to feel happy at the sight of a bright red thread. 

Nearly a month after defeating Zagred, things were finally starting to calm down and Magna couldn’t be more thankful. After everything that happened, Magna knew he had to get stronger not just for another attack but to continue being Luck’s rival. He worked to get himself stronger but it wasn't good enough and Luck had gotten such a boost of power. He had to keep working to get stronger.

Originally, he was planning to just train with Luck but there was something different Luck since their fight. It was such a subtle change that he didn’t even know how to describe it. He planned to ignore this change because it was so miniscule and there was chance that he completely imagined it but after nearly a month of this, he knew he had to talk to someone about this.

The best person to talk to about Luck's weirdness and other wise strange behavior was Vanessa, so he went to go find her. Finding Vanessa was quite an easy task, she was always either at the bar or on the couch. Today she was on the couch, downing a bottle of wine by herself as usual. 

"Vanessa, can I talk you about Luck for a bit?"

That seemed to grab her attention. She put her bottle down and patted the spot next to her and said, "sure. What do you want to talk about?"

Magna sat down and took a deep breath. He was really hoping that she would take this situation seriously and not use this situation to make fun of him. "Have you noticed that Luck seems... different lately." He didn't know how else to put it. "Ever since Asta saved him from that elf, he just doesn't seem to be the same as usual, y'know."

First there was silence, then Vanessa started giggling. “Magna, you’re so dumb, don’t worry about it." She then leaned closer to him. "Luck is just going through… let’s just say certain changes and I bet he's just taking out his pent up aggressions on you.”

Why did she have to make sense? Luck was possessed by an elf with uncontrollably rage that died hundreds of years ago. Even though Luck was pretty indomitable, that would overwhelm anyone. If that was the case, what should he do about this? This was such a unique situation that Magna had no idea how to talk about this. Was it even his place to even bring this up? 

As he was thinking, he felt Rouge start to rub her head on his leg. It's not that he hated Rouge, in fact if not for her, he would've died countless times a month ago, but he just wanted a warning if she was going to do this. “Vanessa, why is Rouge climbing on me?”

Vanessa grabbed Rouge and put her next to her face so they were both now looking at him. “Because she loves you and wants you to know you’re overthinking whatever you were just thinking about.”

He sighed and then spat out an agreement. She had a point after all, when does he ever think things through to begin with? He should just go talk to Luck to see if he needs anything. It was the right thing to do.

"I'm gonna go talk to Luck."

"Yeah! That's the spirit. Be normal!" She seemed just a bit too excited for this. Almost like she did something but it's not like she would anything that would hurt Luck so he chose to ignore it. 

Magna made it to Luck's room and knocked on his door. Luck quickly opened it and now that they were face-to-face, Magna started to regret this conversation a bit.

“Luck, I know things have changed this past month but... the thing is..." One of the things Magna liked about his relationship with Luck is that they never really needed words to talk to each other. Neither of them were exactly poets and their conversations would usually turn into fights. 

“I guess I just want you to know that you can always count on me to be by your side, no matter what.” He didn’t really know what he was even talking about. When he first walked over to Luck’s room, he felt a wave of determination wash over him but that wave was long gone now. It was so random and now he felt out of place and he probably already made the situation worse just by bringing it up. If this was really bothering Luck, he could bring it up himself.

“I’m sorry, I guess this is a bit weird to you. I’ll just leave you alone.” 

He started to walk away until Luck said, “Magna wait.” Magna almost didn’t listen. He wanted to keep walking but he should listen to what Luck has to say. “Things have changed and I don’t understand them.”

That got Magna’s attention, if Luck was going through changes that he didn’t understand, it must be serious. “How have things changed?”

“Mainly, I want things to be different between us.” What did he mean by different? Maybe with this boost in mana… he didn’t want to be rivals anymore. He didn’t want that. He cared a lot about Luck. Maybe a bit too much but why wouldn’t he? Luck had been his best friend for such a long time and for that to change was the last thing he wanted. 

Magna realized he was overthinking again, he just needs to ask for clarification. “What do you mean by different?”

“Well it’s like every time I think about you, I feel strange. I'm getting more excited when I think of you. I just always want to be around you all the time and it's all been new to me. But Magna..." Was Luck describing what he think he was describing? "I think I'm falling for you."

Magna needed a moment to think about what Luck had just said to him. Luck, his best friend, just admitted to falling for him. It was almost as if he got the wind knocked out of him but once the air returned to him, Magna knew what to say back. 

"I think I'm falling for you too. In fact, I think I have been for a while now."

How was this? I don’t know. I’m not used to writing characters like Magna and Luck so this was partially an experiment. I’m open to criticism. I meant to publish this yesterday but then classes got in the way and I forgot.

You can interpret each prompt as loosely or as strict as you want. Late submissions are 100% allowed. Most importantly, have fun.

#my fanfiction #magluck week #magluck week 2023 #magluck #lugna #magna swing #luck voltia #vanessa enoteca

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hellooo 💗💗 if it's okay can we get angsty turned fluff with #15 #72 #25#48?

It doesn't have to be in that order 👀😊

Sure!💖 I’ll do my best!

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Heisenberg: An Emotional Analysis

A misunderstanding with Heisenberg leads to a fight in which other things are revealed.

#15 “Please don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”

#25 “Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

#48 “Don’t worry, I’m all yours.”

#72 “Did you just… wait, you love me?”

“Fucking bitch...” Heisenberg muttered under his breath as he angrily tried to fit two things together that obviously weren’t suppose to go together. As he did that, he slowly stopped and set them down on the table, giving them a longing glance.

Two things that didn’t fit together. Just like you and him, apparently.

Heisenberg wanted to try so hard and better himself in order to be a man you would desire. However, it seemed you desired everyone other than him. You hardly stuck around, always going off to one of the other Lords. Heisenberg didn’t get it.

How could you prefer Moreau over him, of all the lords? 

So, Heisenberg did what he does best and started to get angry without asking questions. You were being a champ, keeping calm and trying to defuse the man who was going off like a bomb. However, as soon as he brought up that you must not like him, you snapped.

Because that was completely untrue.

This led to a screaming match with no party winning. It wasn’t until he nearly decapitated you with a saw blade that you decided to leave. Not only did that frighten you, but you realized that he needed some alone time. Perhaps that would clear his head.

Actually, it only made things worse.

Now here was Heisenberg contemplating what he had just done. He nearly hurt you over something so petty. So what if you didn’t like him? A lot of people despised him, he was used to it. Nonetheless, he was bitter because he wanted you to like him.

Even though he found it impossible.

However, you were still his responsibility, and like hell if he was going to let the lycans lay a claw on you. So, despite everything that happened, he felt it was his job to go out and look for you. He just wished it wasn’t storming...

The pouring rain made things harder when it came to finding you, but that also means the lycans would’ve hunkered down as well. He sighed in annoyance as he continued to have no luck, but he was glad that it wasn’t freezing cold. The summer months do good here, surprisingly. 

Soon, however, he found you huddled under some rocky ledge on the mountain side. Heisenberg quickly made his way over but hesitated when he saw fear in your eyes. He knew he was the cause of that fear, and slowly started to retract back into the pouring ran.

He was surprised when you shook your head and beckoned him in.

“It’s not you...it’s the storm...” You said miserably while admitting to the metal lord that you were scared of thunderstorms.

“Really? You’re scared of storms?” He couldn’t stop the sarcasm that came out of his voice, and you glared at him before there was more thunder, causing you to hug yourself tighter. In turn, this caused Heisenberg to slowly sit beside you, placing an arm around you.

“Please don’t be scared. I’ve got you.” Heisenberg whispered in a soft voice that he didn’t even know he was capable of. However, he felt you tense up at his touch and slowly started to move his hand.

“Was that...was that okay?” He asked, unsure of his actions. You slowly nodded, finding comfort in his warmth. The two of you sat under the ledge during the storm, both wondering why you couldn’t just head back.

It was clear that something was on your guy’s minds.

“Heisenberg...” You started to say, but he brushed you off with a wave of his hand.

“I know. I fucked up. I’m sorry.” He simply said, and this odd sensation came from the back of his throat. Was he about to cry? No. Lord Heisenberg is not one to cry, especially over something like this.

But damn, did he want to.

“No...well, a bit...but that’s not where I was going.” You said quietly, scooting a bit closer to him, causing him to tense a bit. He wasn’t used to having someone so close to him.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry, and you were right. I haven’t been around a lot.” You confessed, but after seeing the look on his face, you added, “However, you were wrong about one thing.”

“And that is?” He asked as you began to play with a strand of your hair, a slight blush adorning your cheeks.

“I do like you...too much. You could say...I love you even. That’s why I was with the others so much...I just had to talk to someone about you...Lady Dimitrescu was quite disgusted with me...” You ended with a small smile at your confession. When you brought up talking about him, there was a certain glow in your eyes.

An image of you gushing about him to his big “sister” caused him to nearly get all flustered.

“Did you just… wait, you love me?” His voice was meek. Not afraid, but rather in shock. How could you possibly return his feelings? After everything he’s done.

Plus, he was a monster. A freak of nature if you will. He was unlovable.

“Impossible.” He said afterwards with a shake of his head, as if you were making a joke. This made you give him a peculiar look.

“There’s no way you could love a monster like me, so don’t fucking joke about it.” His voice was quiet despite the anger in it, and it was clear that he didn’t truly believe you viewed him as such.

But it was how he viewed himself. Yet, he also so desperately wanted to be loved.

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?” You softly asked him, sitting up to brush some wet strands of hair out of his face. Heisenberg said nothing at the gesture. Instead, he started to mimic how you used to be sitting, hugging his legs close to his chest.

He looked more like a child then Lord Heisenberg.

While he said nothing, the silence gave you your answer. You then moved over to give him a hug, which made him tense up again. Despite you guys being soaked from the windy rain, you found warmth in him. He seemed to find the same, leaning into slightly.

“Were you...being serious with what you said?” Heisenberg asked quietly and you felt your heartrate speed up again. He slowly turned to look at you, and you’ve never seen him look so vulnerable.

“Yes. I am so in love with you.” You answered confidently while looking into his eyes. From your answer, there seemed to be some of his old self returning to the sparkle of his eyes.

Upon seeing that, you leaned your forehead against his, brushing your nose against him.

“You tease...” He said with a light smile, coming back to the old Heisenberg. You giggled at that before pulling away.

“You thought I was going to leave here and go with one of the others, didn’t you?” You asked, finally figuring out why he got so defensive earlier. He nodded with a sigh before looking away again. This caused you to cup his cheek and force him to look at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m all yours.” You told him with a slight smile. It seems like forever, but he finally gave you that charming Heisenberg grin again. His hand found its way into wet hair, slowly fingering the strands.

He started to lean closer.

But then he stopped himself, obviously worried that he might scare you again. Heisenberg was letting you make the call about what happens next. 

So, you did.

And just like that, the rain stopped. This allowed the sun to shine down once more, bringing new life and warmth. It also was a pleasant reminder that while things can seem gloomy for a while, but give it enough time.

The light will come back, like it did with the two of you.

#resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil village imagines #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 12: Trust

Thankfully,  there are very few girls in the hall since they’re all busy getting ready for cotillion. The only one I allow to see me is Lonnie, who is looking very pleased with herself.

“Jay made me the fencing team captain!” Lonnie squeals.

My heartbreak from Carlos fades a tad and I offer my congratulations. “That’s wonderful, Lonnie! I wish you the best of luck.”

She smirks. “Thanks. I get to mess with Chad! Are you coming to cotillion?”

“Yes, for a small time. I’m going to keep my cloak on so people won’t see me. I’m not here for socializing, only to bring support for Mal and Ben.”

“Sounds like a plan! See you tonight!”

Before I go to get ready, I decide to pass by Carlos’ room to see how things went with Jane-

“Audrey! Audrey!”

Only to find Chad sprawled on the floor clutching his phone. After I pull on my cloak, I feel Carlos come up behind me and see him give me a blank stare. I just tilt my head and point to Chad.

“Again? This is my room, Chad!”

“Shh! Audrey? Yeah. That’s great!” He turns to us. “Audrey got a flat tire in Sherwood Forest and wants me to go fix it!” He unwillingly gives Carlos his printed crown before zooming off down the hallway.

I give an unsatisfied grunt. “Visit the Dark Woods, while you’re at it.”

“What’s that?” Carlos whispers.

“Cursed evil part of the forest. He won’t be back for a week,” I whisper back. When we’re alone, I slip off my cloak and dare to ask. “How’d things go with Jane?”

Carlos’ eyes light up. “Fantastic! She said yes! Jane said she’d love to be my girlfriend! And hang out after the dance and-” He stops, probably sensing this is not the best subject to be speaking of in great detail. “I’m sorry. This is probably awkward, isn’t it?”

He’s right. Every time he talks so highly of Jane and how excited he is to have her as- his girlfriend, I feel my heart being squeezed with every sentence. I should support my friend and not be so jealous, but why is this so hard?! 

I shake my head, trying to convince both Carlos and myself. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m happy that you’ve found a nice girl like Jane. She’s very kind, and I’m sure you’ll both have a good time tonight. I’ve gotta go find Evie now, but I’ll see you later.”

I flip my cloak back on and stride out the door, before Carlos can respond and my heart snaps in two. Conceal it… I’m here for Mal and Ben. I cannot show any fragile emotion.

When I get to Evie’s room I find both her and Doug, who greets me with a high-five.

“Ready for your big surprise dress? Evie’s been ranting about it all week.”

I smile and shake my head. “You guys, I don’t need a dress.”

But Evie just waves me off and rushes over to her closet. “Nonsense! I expect everyone to look their best! Now close your eyes!”

I comply, and when I hear her say to open my eyes I still argue. “I still don’t see why- Oh my, oh Evie…”

She holds up an elegant Victorian-style dress sewn with a beautiful violet fabric with black patterns. One might say it’s a gown worthy of royalty and not meant for a witch.

“And I added a hood for you to wear, since you’re so keen on keeping a low profile. Though by wearing this I don’t think it’ll help keep eyes off you.”

I reach out to touch the gorgeous fabric. “Evie, it’s magnificent. You’re so talented… But this seems like it should be for someone a more high-ranking royal of the court. Not an outcast witch.”

“No, Magica.” Doug walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You need to wear this, so you can show everyone just how wrong they are about you. That you’re not an evil witch.”

“I want you to walk into that party with your head held high and no regrets,” Evie says proudly. 

I start to feel excited, even overjoyed! But then…

I sigh. “Yes, I can show them. But Carlos will still be there, a reminder of my pain.”

Evie looks confused. “What do you mean? Did he hurt you?”

In a way, yes.

“He is my true love, and he has given his heart to someone else. I know partially it’s my fault for being so isolated, but I do still love him. And- And-” I start to tear up, but push through it. “And even if I can never find a happy ending, he deserves every amount of happiness. And if Jane can give that to him and I can’t, then fate has spoken.”

My words send Evie into a spiraling rambling about how ‘I should have told him’ and ‘this isn’t right,’ and it just makes it worse. I no longer wish to burden Evie with my problems, so I quickly thank her again for the dress and go to change in her bathroom. At first I think it’s too much, but after doing a twirl the dress makes me feel powerful. Not too flamboyant, yet still something to be proud of.

When I step back out, Evie’s jaw drops. “Magica, you look stunning! People are going to love you!”

I huff. “Not before they form a mob. I’m only here for Mal and Ben, and then I will go back to the Enchanted Forest. If I do not have the courage to tell Carlos, please let him know that deep down a part of me truly is happy for him, and that I will not bother him.”

He doesn’t deserve to keep having me fawning over him.

“But Magica, if you still love him maybe he-”

“No. He’s already moved on. And if you ever mention this, I will spell your mouth shut,” I warn. I hate to do this, but I’ve had enough of having my emotions manipulated and gossiped.

After leaving Evie’s room, I decide to chat with Ben before heading off to the cotillion. When I get to his room I see he’s wearing a spiffy blue tux, almost like every other guy I’ve seen so far.

“Why do the girls get to wear different dresses, but all the guys have to look the same?”

He sees me come in and shrugs. “It’s always been like that. So… You’re still coming? I see Evie’s been busy.”

I smile and give him a twirl to show off the elegant dress. “Yes, I am most grateful. I just wish I could be present at this event under different circumstances.”

Ben nods. “Trust me, Sparks. I’ll do what I can to clear your name. If that’s what you want?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, please! I wanted to be isolated, but… never this much. I’m so tired of having to hide.” Now I change the subject. “You’re still going to work on bringing over more VKs, right?”

“Yeah. After what Uma showed me, I now see that the Isle’s much worse than I thought. If only she weren’t so evil, she wouldn’t feel she needed to steal the wand in order to escape. I tried to talk her out of it,” Ben tries to explain as he fixes his tie. “I said she could come with us if she let me go.”

His words send specks of betrayal leaking into my brain. “Ben… Do you know how shallow and insensitive that sounds? You’re using the chance of leaving Isle as a bargaining chip! It’s as if- as if… you’re just like Uma.”

My words have the equivalent of venom and leave Ben shocked.

“Magica, how- Why would you even think that?”

“Because you’re manipulating her, Ben! Just like everyone who hates me and the other VKs, every student or politician of the court, you’re manipulating people with promises you might not be able to keep. And for what? To prove that you’re a good king?”

“I will keep my promise!” Ben argues. “Why don’t you trust me?”

I sigh and bring a hand to my head, starting to feel overwhelmed. “I do trust you, Ben. But if you keep trying to appeal to people through bribes of gratification then that is something I do not agree with. Trust is done through actions, not promises. And I intend to keep mine.” I turn and start for the door. “I will be at cotillion tonight for you and Mal, no one else. Afterwards I will return to the Enchanted Forest, and you will be hearing from me about sending over more VKs. Do not let me down, Brother Ben.”

When I shut the door I lean against it and hold back the urge to scream. First Carlos, now this? My instincts to trust keep being tested, and I’m starting to question trusting anyone at all. It feels like my emotions have been dilated, each one tipping the scale and threatening to spill over. Anger, jealousy, selfishness, hostility… Each poisoning my true intentions of being good.

“Goodness gracious, is that Magica?” A voice calls from behind and all of a sudden I’m pulled into a tight hug. “It’s good to see you again, sugar!”

“Hi, Tiffany- can- can I breathe?” I gasp.

“Oh, right!” She lets me go and giggles. “I see you’re all gussied up for the dance tonight!”

“Yeah, I just hope for a halfway-decent welcome. I love your dress.”

It’s a mint green, one that (of course) was also designed by Evie. 

“Thank you, sugar! Oh- do you think you could do me a small favor and help me carry the lemon tarts to the ship? Mal had me do the catering.”

“Of course, Tiffany.” I allow a kind smile and start to follow her to the kitchen. At least one person in Auradon still holds friendship towards me.

#carlos de vil x reader #descendants carlos #descendants #carlos descendants #carlos de vil #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #ben descendants #audrey descendants #lonnie descendants #doug descendants #jane descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #gil descendants #disney descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #mary sanderson #winifred sanderson

[littlehen]

so I had my last day in my old job!

I wasn't expecting anything, but actually my colleagues all signed a card and I got loads of hugs and they clubbed together to get me a nice leaving gift. I felt very surprised and touched. Lots of people said 'we'll miss you / don't be a stranger / gosh things are going to fall apart round here without you haha'. Also some colleagues gave me little gifts individually which all had text on that said 'believe in yourself' or 'be brave' or 'you forget how awesome you are - so here's a reminder!' so that's quite revealing about how I come across, lol

It's a bit weird, I'm not sad and I'm not excited/worried about the next thing, but that's more because emotions tend to take a while to creep up on me, I'll probably feel something next week.

the strange thing was when my boss gathered everyone round ('I'm going to embarrass you for a moment!') to give a little speech about how I'd be missed and thanking me for my hard work over the years, and I couldn't stop thinking, 'But I am leaving specifically because of you. If you'd said any of this over the past decade, anything positive at all, if you hadn't spent two hours non-stop criticising me in my last performance review (and blaming me for your mistakes!) then I wouldn't be moving on.' (Although I also kind of have to thank him, because I'd come to the conclusion that if he could manage a team then literally anyone could do it, so I might as well give it a go)

the loveliest thing was when I got a text from my young colleague who I've been sort of mentoring. She wished me luck and said 'I wanted to thank you for all the support and guidance you've given me,' which was so nice because she's only 18 and it was such a professional message and I just felt really proud of her, she's come so far. I've made a really conscious effort to be a supportive and encouraging team leader for her and all the youngsters.

Personally, I've had to put up with so many shit managers over the years, or be trained by dickheads who get annoyed if you ask questions or need something repeated, or constantly belittle you and then call it banter. (Not to mention, my first boss who regularly used to pat my bum, and he was still a more competent manager than the one I've just left.) And I was just like, 'but what if it doesn't have to be that way?' So I've always told the young ones not to be afraid to ask questions, and assured them that I fully expect them to forget parts of the training, that's totally normal and all part of learning, and I won't mind standing nearby while they do a process and being available to step in if they get stuck. etc etc. Things I wish anyone had said to me when I was starting out, instead of making me feel small and worried all the time. And also trusting them to make decisions and asking them what they think, praising them for good work and thanking them for hard work. Or if they get it wrong, explaining why it's wrong and how to get better, rather than just telling them off. (Just: doing the opposite of every interaction I've ever had with my boss, lol) And watching that approach work, and seeing the young ones gain confidence - that gave me the confidence to try applying for a promotion. So yeah, it was really great to get that text from her, it meant a lot to me.

I think what's going to be weird, and really hard, is my new work pattern, Monday to Friday, office hours. For 10 years I've always worked at weekends and my days off were random weekdays. I haven’t worked five days in a row with two days off, not for years. I haven’t had to deal with shops and supermarkets at busy weekends. I’m not used to worrying about sorting out work clothes and packed lunches for a five day stretch. And I have to be in the office every day by 8.15am, which is a scary prospect for a night owl insomniac. So I think that’s what I’m most apprehensive about, more than about how I’m going to get on in the job. oh, and meeting 45 new colleagues 😳 All change

#life update #mm delicious waffle #tw sa mention #I guess

[demonslayedher]

I HATE COOKING SO MUCH. This recipe, although not a horrendous failure like my last tempura experiment, took me over three hours. But I feel Inosuke has been waiting patiently, and I had been gifted some fresh udon to use, so it was finally time to attempt Best Boar's favorite dish.

As learning the recipe from just about anywhere but me will probably give you better results on Shrimp Tempura (aka Ebi Tempura, Ebi-Ten), I instead present my experience on this experiment, as well as some scattered thoughts and headcanons about Inosuke that I haven't developed in posts of their own.

Let me start by saying that prep was a huge pain and I remember why I so rarely cook shrimp. At least in Japan, if you're buying them raw, you typically have to remove the shells and veins yourself. This process, which I generally followed by this recipe (with photos but in Japanese), took me forever.

However, doing my other prep in advance (besides the udon, which would come last, and this also took forever because I have only one gas stove top) made the more stressful parts and parts when my patience ran thin go a lot smoother.

Speaking of prep, I have so many Kimetsu or Kimetsu-esque items that I like to pick those out to wear in accordance with whatever kitchen experiment I'm suffering through. Keeps me motivated, you know? And for this, I wanted to give myself an extra dose of patience for the hard work and good luck in having successful results by bringing in a touch of Aoi. To be a little more neat while cooking, I meant to use my blue butterfly hair accessories from this Closet Play to put my hair up in buns instead of twin tails, but... but I could only find one!! Nooo! The cute look I had in mind would had gone with my blue apron so nicely too, nooooo! I had to use my pink & green butterfly hair accessory on the other side...

It only occurred to me when I was washing dishes hours later that I should had just gone with Hisa's look. Doing old person stage makeup is tons of fun, after all! And the Gibson-style hair looks fun too! Plus, I like how Hisa-san talks, I wish I had someone to light sparks on my back and wish me "go bu-un wo" whenever I go off to work. I wish I had an old Baaba to make food like tempura for me in the first place.

Speaking of Aoi though... One thing that I always come back to in thinking about InoAoi is how you can never totally view in a vacuum from TanKana. While I didn't plan it this way, I've made a couple InoAoi fanarts that use TanKana as the premise, with whatever developments are taking place between Tanjiro and Kanao being an impetus for developments between Inosuke and Aoi. If you think about it in terms of the timeline, both Tanjiro and Kanao mean a lot to both Inosuke and Aoi before they come to mean something special to each other (if we interpret the start of their affection for each other coming at Chapter 204 and later). Aoi of course has had a long and complex relationship with Kanao and will continue to be very close with her as they co-inherit the Butterfly Mansion, and Tanjiro had a very significant emotional impact on her with his offer to take her feelings to the battlefield (plus, Tanjiro was a likeable person long before Inosuke was, at least in terms but being someone Aoi might find endearing instead of annoying or just another active Corp member to see on their way). In Inosuke's case, Tanjiro is someone whom he is highly attached to, and he had a deep bonding experience with Kanao unlike any experience he ever had, or ever will have with Aoi. As neither Inosuke nor Aoi have shown much inclination toward romantic relationships, I have to imagine that when they both are starting to pine for each other but don't know what to do about it, they always find themselves looking to Tanjiro and Kanao for some clue. Ultimately, that probably won't get them far, though. I like to think they'll find their own clumsy way of getting to the point where they truly delight in each other's company and find each other more special than everyone they already care so deeply about. Where was I? Oh yeah. Cooking. Bleh, cooking. Some of the things I prepped in advance were fixings to go with my udon--ginger as a nod to Shinobu, and daikon as a nod to Half-and-Half Haori. That was where the pleasure of cooking stopped as I tore legs and shells off the shrimps and fished their ugly back veins out with toothpicks (Kanao would be so much faster than me at this step, I bet). I also tried to prep the tails as per the instructions, but I don't even eat the tails. I should had just chopped them off!! Another step to prep them for tempura and make them longer and straighter is to cut several lines across their bellies. Although they looked nice and flat at the time, mind gradually started to curl back up anyway, so my advice is, I don't know, mutilate them. Don't cook with shrimp in the first place. I don't know. I decided not to take a photo of my cutting board after this step of the prep because it was gross and ugly. But, here are the shrimp before getting covered with salt to sit for about ten minutes:

And after they got a nice wash and dry (this much, I can do):

Still... so... unappetizing...

Speaking of, I have to wonder about Inosuke's fixation on tempura. Also in the light novels, we see that he took a liking to tempura while staying at Hisa-san's place, and when he couldn't remember what it was called, she could figure it out very easily by his simple description of the stuff in a coat. Inosuke, used to eating food however he can get his hands on it, has a wide enough familiarity with food names that he probably had enough scattered interactions with humans to pick up more of that language than just when he was a toddler hearing poems from an old man and rough language from the old man's grandson (I'll get to them later in this post). But, being used to food on the simple side, Inosuke probably had never eaten food that tasted anything like Hisa-san's cooking; he probably had no idea food could taste as good as tempura.

So anyway. I fried the shrimps.

Some takeaways:

Yes, you should coat the shrimp in all-purpose flour before dipping them in tempura batter. Otherwise the batter won't stick.

Something stressed in every tempura recipe is that you need to use cold water for the batter. Thankfully my water got nice and cold with how long it took me to do all the shrimp prep.

Maintaining oil temperature remains difficult with my kitchen set-up and general fear of frying things.

Ebi-tempura and Ebi-fry are two different dishes. Tempura is difficult for being prone to gluttonous clumps. Although I haven't made it or looked up recipes, I imagine making Ebi-fry would be closing to making katsu with breadcrumbs and stuff. I'm too tried of cooking for today to look it up and see if that's right.

Keeping my workspace clean and organization helps a lot.

So about the old grandpa and his grandson, Takaharu... I'd like to think Inosuke spent the most time with them when he was a toddler, but the visits became less and less frequent as Inosuke got better and better at fending for himself (but that spot was always a reliable place to go for a snack--and company, though he was never conscious that he was looking for this too). One day, I can imagine Inosuke showing up to the house for the first time in a long while, and Takaharu freaks out at the sight of him, like, "Hashibira Inosuke!! Is that you? Who am I kidding, who else would it be? What are you now, seven? Nine?" and then when Inosuke asks where the Crunchy Mochi Old Man is, Takaharu solemnly tells him that his grandfather has died, and he invites Inosuke into the house for the first time, so that Inosuke can pay his respects at his grandfather's altar. After all, whether he saw him like a pet or like a younger, cuter grandson, Inosuke was someone who brought joy to his grandfather in his later years. Inosuke takes this all in and follows, but really doesn't know what to make of all this. Takaharu knows Inosuke would have no idea so he shows him how to ring the bowl and fold his hands in prayer before the altar, which has offerings of very tasty looking food. Inosuke thinks, 'Old men turn to food when they die?' Takaharu, with no idea Inosuke is thinking this, has him sit at the table to eat some of the offerings that were on the table, which Inosuke gobbles. Takaharu goes on to announce that he's getting married, he's going to move into his bride's family home in the village, and there won't be anybody at the house anymore. Inosuke can use for it whatever he wants, it won't be a home anymore, Takaharu's taking the ancestral tablets with him and he's never coming back. Inosuke, used to hanging out in caves like he did with his mother boar, doesn't really make the connection that he could live more like a human in this setting, and doesn't really say anything one way or another to Takaharu the whole time, just stares and wonders about the weird stuff he's saying. Takaharu eventually gets frustrated that Inosuke's just staring at him like he's crazy, he yells at Inosuke that he's the crazy one and always has been, he's probably just gonna trash the house anyway! And then he shoos Inosuke on his way like old times, though Inosuke has an armful of food. It remains lodged in Inosuke's understanding of the world that older generations care for younger generations, giving of their own bodies to support them, just like animals giving milk to their young. If they're really powerful enough to live a really long time, they attain the ability to turn entirely into food, an achievement worthy of respect. Hence, years later, Inosuke assuming Zenitsu's going to eat his Jiichan.

On that note, I finally got to sit down and eat.

I don't think I'll be repeating this experiment. But, after having felt for months that I should attempt it but feeling too afraid to, I'm glad I finally did.

I should make simmered salmon and daikon again instead.

#kimetsu kitchen #hashibira inosuke #kny fandom theories and meta #inoaoi #being in selfie-mode made it look like I am left-handed #no I am not I am very right-handed BUT I have had to perform delicate 'sakura surgery' lately to separate pickled cherry blossoms #weird task yes I know #but I've gotten a lot better at using chopsticks in both hands at the same time to do this #it is a satisfying feeling! #and it makes me think of three-finger Sanemi and left-handed Giyuu

[lyriakisser]

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