#and supporting him in his own quiet selfless way

[talesofliia]

"Will's love towards Mike is a really beautiful thing." – Finn Wolfhard

And he is absolutely right. Throughout the whole series, the "Stranger Things" creators have made it clear to the audience how special Will and Mike's bond is and how much Mike truly means to Will. They have consistently highlighted the depth of Will's feelings towards Mike, and his love has saved the day quite a few times already. ❤️

Will's love for Mike is sincere, pure, quiet and completely unconditional. It's a love unspoken, yet expressed a million times through his actions. Will couldn't keep the truth from Mike in S1, even though it was just a small detail related to D&D. Despite being possessed, Will drew strength from Mike's presence and care, as if Mike was his beacon of light in the darkness. Mike's heartfelt monologue to Will about how asking him to be his friend was "the best thing he's ever done" reached Will's soul thanks to the love he felt, and that helped them all to stop the Mind Flayer in S2. In that same season, Mike was the one who Will was able to recognize after his possession because of how strong his feelings for the boy were.

We also saw the tender and emotional moments between Will and Mike in S3 and S4. Will's heartbreaking confession of "not going to fall in love" when he was (probably) already aware of his romantic feelings for his childhood best friend hits even harder when you think about it. Despite the times Mike unintentionally hurt Will, Will's love for him has remained too strong for him to simply forget and move on. There is just no way Will could ever get that boy out of his heart.

Because that's the thing – Mike is his heart, and Will hinted at it himself (albeit in a veiled form). Will's unconditional love for Mike is what led this sweet, sensitive and traumatized kid to set aside his own desires and pain just to ensure the happiness of the boy he loves. Even if Mike's happiness lies with his girlfriend (who also happens to be Will's new sister). Even if it means Mike is happy without him. But Will has long accepted this because he's inherently selfless and caring. He prioritizes the happiness of his loved ones over his own.

Will promised Mike he'd never be replaced and stayed fiercely loyal, as we saw in that unforgettable "Not possible" moment in S3 and later on in the show. Will was always there for Mike in S4 when he needed support and encouragement. He tried his best to patch things up between Mike and El, thinking it was what Mike wanted. Will even pushed Mike to open up to El, reminding him of his irreplaceable role in the party. Through it all, Will did everything he could to lift Mike's spirits, making sure he felt needed, valued and loved (even if it was indirectly through others).

And to prove, once again, how beautiful Will's love towards Mike is, I want to remind you of his monologue in the van scene where he was expressing his feelings for Mike by disguising them as Eleven's (slightly adapted to fit the purpose):

“Anyway, my point is, see how you're leading us here? You're guiding the whole party, inspiring us. That… That's what you do. And see your coat of arms here? It's a heart. And I know it's sort of on the nose, but that's what holds this party together. Heart. Because, I mean, without heart, we'd all fall apart. Even [me]. Especially [me]. These past few months, [I've] been so lost without you. It's just, [I'm] so different from other people, and… when you're… when you're different, sometimes… you feel like a mistake. But you make [me] feel like [I'm] not a mistake at all. Like [I'm] better for being different. And that gives [me] the courage to fight on. If [I] was mean to you or [I] seemed like [I] was pushing you away, it's because [I'm] scared of losing you, like you're scared of losing [El]. And if [I] was going to lose you, I… I think [I'd] rather just get it over with quick. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. So, yeah, [I] need you, Mike. And [I] always will.”

If Will's love for Mike isn't beautiful, then I don't know what is. Because "Stranger Things" shows us the true power of love and how it can change the world for the better. I find it truly inspiring. ❤️‍🩹

#byler #byler tumblr #byler nation #will byers x mike wheeler #will x mike #will and mike #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the four of diamonds

Pairing: Cater Diamond x gn!reader

Synopsis: your diamond was never dull, he was beyond radiant

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for cater

Word count: 614

Notes: happy birthday cater!! his character is actually so so interesting and i really hope to write more for him(⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪⁠♪

Masterlist

Your lover shines as a gifted socialite, radiating enthusiasm that's utterly contagious. He effortlessly glides through diverse social scenarios, leaving an indelible impression with his natural charm. His intuition is nothing short of remarkable, often catching others off guard with its accuracy. His skilful way with words ensures that every interaction yields the most favourable results. Whether it's breaking the ice with a stranger or diffusing tension in a group, you can always rely on him to handle any social situation with finesse and tact.

Your lover’s zest for life spills over into every aspect of his school life, and you often find yourself swept up in the whirlwind of his enthusiasm. From spontaneous adventures to impromptu meet-ups, he's always on the lookout for the next thrilling thing. With him by your side, there's never a dull moment as you dive headfirst into new adventures, whether it's exploring hidden gems in the city or diving into eccentric hobbies you never knew existed. His infectious energy ignites a spark within you, urging you to embrace the spontaneity of the moment and live life to the fullest.

Your lover always puts the feelings and needs of others before his own. Whether it's consoling a friend in distress or offering words of encouragement to a classmate struggling with an assignment, his empathy knows no bounds. However, amidst his selfless acts of compassion, he often finds himself neglecting his own feelings, choosing to bottle them up rather than burden others with his own struggles. It's as if he's afraid to acknowledge his vulnerabilities, fearing that his own emotional turmoil might dampen the spirits of those he cares about. Yet, behind his radiant smile lies a depth of emotions that he keeps hidden from the world, a silent struggle that he carries with him day in and day out.

Your lover, though often the life of the party, cherishes the quiet moments he shares with you. He finds refuge in the solace of your presence, with your arms firmly around him, away from the buzz of social gatherings and the demands of his lively persona. It's in these intimate moments that he can finally lower his guard, admitting to the weariness that sometimes creeps in amidst the excitement. He’s overwhelmed with love, knowing that with you, he can truly be himself, free from the pressures of keeping up appearances. It's in these tender moments of vulnerability that your bond grows even stronger, as you offer him the comfort and understanding he so desperately craves.

Your lover, despite his outward confidence, grapples with moments of insecurity, questioning the depth of the love you share. In those quiet moments, doubts creep in, shadowed by the fear of losing the precious connection you've built together. He wrestles with the haunting thought that he may never be good enough for you, no matter how hard he tries to improve. It's during these vulnerable times that you hold him in close, reassuring him that your bond is unbreakable, something that will stay with him till the end of time. And as you gaze into his eyes, you vow to stand by his side through every twist and turn, offering­ him the love and support he needs to conquer his inner demons.

Your lover gleams like a diamond, captivating and enchanting, but he is just like everyone else, grappling with insecurities and put under immense pressure. And in those tough moments, you're there to remind him of his worth and strength, to reassure him that he's enough just as he is. Because in your eyes, he's more than enough. He's everything you've ever dreamed of and more.

Your lover, is none other than Cater Diamond.

Masterlist

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#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #twisted wonderland cater #twst cater diamond #twst cater

[2kmps]

MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS

alucard|adrian tepès x reader | 2k

synopsis; you sought out each other to help numb the pain of the horrors you’ve endured, but something about tonight was different.

story warnings; detail + prose heavy, explicit content, very dreary atmosphere, religious themes + abandonment of god, alucard takes charge here, mostly sotn-coded, mdni!

A knock came at your door that night, stirring you from your trance and musings that you recorded on thin sheets of yellow paper. The notebook beneath your hands, bound in a soft burgundy leather with delicate swirls embossed along the crisp edges, was a way of processing the horrors you’d endured since this all began.

You never spared any gruesome detail, be it the acrid malodor of carnage and death, eviscerated cadavers with missing limbs piled as tall as towers, or the ways all their faces were warped in agony. Worst of all, so many had begged with their eyes rolled heavenward, gazes frozen to a morose sky for a God who abandoned them.

Perhaps that’s why you had left to begin with—burned your cloth, all of the books the Church had given you. How could you support a God and an institution who only watched people die, despite lifetimes of devotion and selflessness?

This was your way of saving yourself, albeit twisted in a way. If you renounced those beliefs, that life, and tried to scald away traces that it had ever reached you—maybe then you wouldn’t succumb to the same fate as everyone else.

You were selfish and a coward, this you knew well. Still, you muscled a smile to the corners of your lips to greet the man at the door. This was becoming a regular occurrence for you both now; these late night rendezvous that didn’t amount to much more than skin touching, and pleasure numbing pain and memories.

“You’ve been writing again,” came the dulcet tones of his voice, quiet yet simultaneously as though smooth as silk. His eyes flicked first from your writing desk tucked far into a corner, lit simply by the warm glow from a lantern, and then finally to you.

There were few details you could discern on his face in the near darkness except the intensity of his gaze—how it seared into you, ravaged you without his hands anywhere on your body. “Does it still haunt you?”

“Has there been a time where it hasn’t, Alucard?” Your laugh was airy, dismissive, as you reached for both his hands to guide him after you towards the bed. It was astonishing how routine this had become in such a short amount of time; it felt mechanical, practiced. “I’m assuming you’re not here for idle chitchat and a nice cup of tea. Although, I managed to swipe a nice bit from my last hire. I’m sure a man of your taste would enjoy it.”

“Another time, perhaps.” This time, he spoke so softly it could’ve been mistaken for a whisper carried on the wind.

You weren’t often in the business of prying into his feelings, what perturbed or kept him awake at night as he wasn’t the type to divulge that with you, anyway.

Tonight felt different, however, in the way his voice seemed so frail and cracked with just the few words he’d spoken to you already. When the warmth of his hands encircled yours far more firmly than they ever had before, that spurred a jump in your chest, a flutter in your stomach, even a concern you wouldn’t have otherwise normally felt.

So, you let those feelings motivate you tonight.

You moved your hands first to his face, guiding your thumbs across his smooth skin near his mouth until you were able to coax his head low to press your lips against his own. They were gentle pecks at first, quickly morphing into something far fiercer, yet so slow. You busied your hands by trailing your fingertips lower, barely touching his jaw and sides of his neck, following the divots and shape of his collarbone until you were able to feel his shirt. With each button you unfastened, his breath grew heavier and the kiss grew in fervor until there was nothing left to tweak loose but what was on his pants.

You didn’t focus there, however, and roved lower until you were able to splay your fingers over his crotch to the bulge straining under the fabric.

He shifted against your touch, moving away at first as though sensitive to the sensation, sucking in air through his teeth. The next moment, he moved himself along with the rhythm of your fingers massaging him, squeezing slightly. You wondered how long he had been thinking about you before knocking on your door. How long he had been distracting himself from his own torment by imagining what it’d feel like to get his fill.

“Mm, you’re so deprived that just touching you gets you going.” You were affixed to his pants now, hastily pulling apart the buttons until they loosened around his hips. For a moment, you focused there, tracing the contours of his smooth skin and the protrusions of bone to make such an exquisite shape. You were eager to take him. “Just relax for me.”

It came as a surprise to you when he took your wrist and forced you away from his erection. As your back sunk into the down mattress below, you were suddenly aware of how his hair feathered across your warm flesh, surrounding both your faces much like a curtain made of spun gold. It was that moment when you finally fixated with his gaze. Those light eyes drawing you into such immeasurable depths of desire and suffering that you couldn’t will yourself to look away.

“Not tonight”—his voice was a strained whisper now—“it may be selfish, but allow me to be close to you.”

His warm breath fanned out across your moist lips, making them tingle as well as the pressure between your legs swell. You knew he wouldn’t entertain you with an answer as to what was bothering him, so you gave him a nod in response while you made work of sliding his shirt from his shoulders. He was quick to discard it in a heap on the floor, soon followed by his pants, and the clothing he shucked from your body before adhering his lips to your neck.

The wet smack of his mouth roaming your neck, gliding lower towards your chest only made you squirm beneath him. The work of his lips left a searing trail of heat in its wake, where he would linger and suck on your skin felt like they were embedded in you, branding you as his. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused, staring at the inky nothingness of the ceiling while you marveled at how he touched you.

You were sure he had you dripping.

“Alucard, I’m done waiting,” you groaned, tempted to reach down to handle the matter yourself. “I know you’re ready…”

There came no response at first, rather his lips trailed from your stomach to your chest, slowly up the length of your neck to where his hot breath caressed the shell of your ear. “That’s not my name.”

You exhaled shakily, “What?”

“Alucard… is not my name,” he replied, firmly. You thought your breath snagged in your throat when the tip of his cock pushed against the inside of your thigh. “I want to hear you say my name.”

It was quite peculiar that he was requesting this of you now, after as many times you both had laid in the same bed. This was a newfound vulnerability that he was sharing with you, although at a time not best suited for it. You did have to question if the times you had moaned out his name before—the name Alucard—had bothered him.

You weren’t going to deny him this. So, you reached between your bodies for his cock, guiding him just shy of your entrance with your thumb circling the slit. His body tensed hard, your spine shivered when his breath quivered in your ear and he emitted a near silent hiss.

“I want you to fuck me, Adrian.”

He didn’t plan to make you wait.

Your hips were hiked a little higher on his waist, giving you the chance to stroke his length several times as you coaxed him inside of you. Those first few thrusts were always a bit clumsy for you both, a reunion of your bodies joining after a time apart with pure bliss following afterward. He was not the roughest lover you’ve ever had, but there was something about the way he fucked you and his level of attentiveness that easily made him the best.

The empty space in the room filled with the euphonious chorus of panting and moans, and the wood headboard groaning as it repeatedly struck the wall.

All of it really egged on the mood for you, encouraged you to meet his thrusts with all the more ferocity, as well as feel lower to give yourself multiple hard strokes that made your legs tremble. His fingertips dug divots in your hips the longer he went, the sound of skin slapping together and your pants were an enthralling combination.

At that point, your knuckles had bled of color while you held onto the headboard. The wood was slick with sweat from your palms just as the rest of your body was. Undoubtedly, his stamina was far above your own, but when you reached out for him to feel his muscles move under your fingers, there was already a thin sheet moistening his skin and plastering his hair to his body.

His expression was delicious, lips parted while his teeth were bared slightly for you to see. You couldn’t say you weren’t enticed by his fangs, but more so by the way his eyes were clenched and eyebrows drawn in tightly to form a heavy crease.

He tried to keep himself quiet, you could see that with how often his throat jumped to stifle them. When he would look at you, his attention was often drawn to how you fucked yourself, the practiced work of your fingers.

The show was phenomenal, but he wanted you closer. After a while, he hoisted you upright from the mattress by the waist with your legs still secured around his. You were spread wide across his thighs as his cock pushed into you deeper still, forcing you to bite back a gasp and to hold his shoulders for support as you met his thrusts.

This was different for you, considerably more intimate than any previous encounter you’d hate with him, yet undeniably incredible. With each bounce you made on him, the air pushed from your lungs was a rapturous moan that was growing with intensity the tighter your gut squeezed and your frenzied need to finish.

“Adrian…” you managed to call his name, luring his eyes onto you as you twisted his long hair around your hands and kissed him. It was sloppy and wet midst how he was pounding into your body. Your breaths mingled with his, saliva meshed and hung in thin strands between your lips.

The end climbed higher and higher until you were at your peak; noises of sex were deafened by your own sheer pleasure of the moment. It started from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, those waves of ecstasy crashed down on you hard, making your head buzz and feel nothing except a hot white.

Your legs shook violently with your release, walls clenching repeatedly around his length, arousing a far more audible moan from him this time. He didn’t last much longer after you, nails biting into your back while he held you flush to him. Those last pumps were all he needed before you felt him stiffen, and then jerk against your body with a hard grunt. It was hard to ignore how his cock pulsed inside you, filling you with cum and warmth that spilled out onto your thighs.

He was gentle as he laid you back onto the mattress, joining you at your side while stroking one of your hands. As it often was, few words were exchanged between you both as you basked in the glow of the peaceful moment.

divider by; @/anlian-aishang

reposted from my deleted blog officiallytheduchess/cardeneiv

#castlevania nocturne #castlevania alucard #alucard castlevania #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania #alucard x y/n #alucard x you #alucard x reader #alucard #adrian tepes x you #adrian fahrenheit tepes x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes x you #.02 #2k writes

[bonefall]

can you tell us more about bb!shadowstar? I really liked her in dotc but I think that was because I read it years ago and my brain has ignored canon and made her my blorbo since then lmao

also dotc autocorrected to ditch and I think that’s where it belongs

She gets done SO dirty in canon OH my god.

BB!Shadowstar is a pious, quiet person who cares first and foremost about what's most beneficial to her cats, and her cats alone.

The Shadow Family is descended from Broken Shadow, who famously adopted The Tyrant and ruled by her side through the destruction of the Kinships.

With the lake poisoned and the ancient forest cut bald, it laid a curse on the family. All Shadow cats are born with pure black pelts. If they come without one, they are dead before their first moon.

Tall Shadow has lived her whole life with the curse of tyranny in mind. It defines her. She is both ambitious, and wants to rule through respect.

She cares immensely about the will of the Stars, and listens when they send a sign... though, she can still be guilty of interpreting their omens in a way that benefits her people.

She speaks with a LOT of "we" statements.

When Jagged Peak broke his leg and it didn't heal, it wasn't her idea to exile him. It was Clear Sky.

She didn't know how to feel about it, necessarily... it struck her as wrong, but he phrased it as fairness. "A cat who does not contribute cannot take. We can't make exceptions. He was broken for a reason."

When only Bright Storm returned, carrying a little kitten with a leg missing in the same spot Jagged Peak broke his, her stomach twisted in horror.

She was convinced, instantly, that Gray Wing had crafted that child. Xey had sent them a sign; what they'd done was cruel and unforgivable.

The first child of the forest, an echo of the first cat who died here.

From that day on, everything she did would be for the health and safety of ALL her cats. She would spend the rest of her life atoning for what she allowed to happen to Jagged Peak.

After a fight with Clear Sky because he rejected his child, Tall Shadow broke off her supporters. They didn't go to the Marsh at first, that happened slowly.

Their first camp was at Snakerocks, in the cave the dogs hid in many generations later. There's ochre drawings from them deep inside.

Her kindness only extended to her own cats, however. While she allowed Turtle Heart to bring Bumble to the group, she was clear that it was only on her vouch.

If Bumble couldn't learn to hunt then she would not be allowed to take. Clear Sky had still left a mark on her, and the whole Clan.

This wasn't a cruelty of herself alone; this was the agreement that the Clan had come to.

So when Turtle Heart died, they sent Bumble away. Thunder Storm returned from his time with Clear Sky. The rest is history.

But, when Thunder Storm and his cats came to ask for Bumble's kittens, Tall Shadow asked how she could know if they could care for them?

Part of her was legitimately concerned, and this was the part she put foward. Another part of her realized that the budding group could benefit her somehow.

She's not completely selfless, nor is she totally heartless. She's more influenced by Clear Sky's mindset than she realizes, but can take a stand when she feels it goes too far. Tall Shadow isn't above using people as chips to bargain, but stops short of putting them in danger.

Of all the leaders, she tends to play the most safe. Even Riverstar will stick his neck out for his ally Thunderstar on occasion, but Shadowstar needs to see something that could threaten her before making a move.

#better bones au #BB!DOTC #BB!shadowstar

[halaxia]

repost from old blog :)

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

The sudden question caught you by surprise, prompting you to tear your gaze away from the moonlit lake and face the dark-haired boy beside you. Megumi looked deeply concentrated on something, seeming almost as though he had voiced his thoughts aloud without even realizing it.

“Depends on how you look at it,” you answered after a few moments, hands supporting your weight against the damp grass beneath you. “Depends on the situation, really.”

Megumi brought his attention from a blade of grass you’d placed playfully on his leg earlier up to you, though you had directed your own back to the body of water before you. The water glistened in the moonlight which, in turn, reflected brightly onto your face, illuminating your most prominent features. He felt his cheeks warm at the sight and glanced back up towards the moon.

“What do you mean?” he asked curiously, mirroring your movements as he, too, let his hands support him against the grass.

“Well, what if you knew that speaking would result in something terrible? Far worse than death?” you suggested casually, swinging your legs gently back and forth in the water beneath you—you saw a small frog hop away, disturbed. “Would it be selfish to speak, then? Or would you be selfless and sacrifice what you had to say for the greater good of others?”

The crickets around you chorded in time with Megumi’s racing heart, though he could hardly hear them over his suffocating nerves. He wondered, then, if he should be selfish—should he speak? Lay his soul bare for only you in the dead of night and let his mouth run freely without his words being filtered into lies by his brain, but speak the pure truth from his heart?

“And what would you do?” he asked finally after swallowing a lump in his throat. “In the name of love, let’s say—would you rather speak your truth? Or die with all of the love you never had a chance to give?”

You were silent for a moment, in thought, as you stared up at the starry sky. For a moment, Megumi thought you would say nothing.

“I would rather die.” You furrowed your brows after answering his question, almost as though you were unsure of what you’d said, yourself. “If your love was unrequited, then what? If they, too, loved you, but couldn’t afford to be with you, what then?” You shook your head, a sigh falling from your lips—Megumi’s heart felt heavy in his chest. “Death is better than risking living a life loveless and full of misery.”

You both went quiet, then, and you looked up to meet the boy’s gaze which was still trained on you. Only the chirping of insects, hooting of owls, and gentle splash of water could be heard as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, wordless. It was a mere moment, but to Megumi, it felt like an eternity. It took everything in him not to close the gap between the two of you in a kiss, to take your face in his hands with the utmost care and feel your lips against his, to hear you whisper his name with the same longing he felt for you.

You turned back around just as quickly as you’d faced him, this time laying down comfortably against the grass, smiling slightly as it tickled your cheeks. Megumi did not follow your actions.

“Why do you ask?”

Megumi turned away from you to direct his gaze toward the lake, pursing his lips in thought; why did he ask? What answer was he expecting to hear? That, he wasn’t sure.

At that moment, Megumi decided he would continue to wallow in death; he would love you silently and from afar, watching as you went on to find love of your own, leaving him behind to curse himself for his cowardice. He was scared, terrified that, if he were to speak the truth, declare his love for you without a care in the world, you would give him the same look of pity he’d seen you give many others before him before letting him down gently, “I’m sorry, Megumi, but I just don’t feel the same way.”

He found himself agreeing with your answer to his question, and he decided that death would be a better fate than living without the one person he held most dear. Megumi couldn’t be selfish, not when you were involved.

“I don’t know,” he answered simply, voice free of any indication that his heart was, indeed, breaking. “Just wondering, I guess.”

A thick cloud shrouded the moon in a matter of seconds, leaving the two of you in darkness.

#*ೃ༄ leena’s writing #ੈ✩‧₊˚ jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #jjk fushiguro #jjk #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro megumi x you #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader

[mako-neexu]

I do feel like Obe and Dante's way of showing affection is different from each other bc of their roles as servant. Oberon's love is quiet and you have to read through the lines to understand that (which isn't all that hard to do for Guda) because of his nature as a servant. Someone who pretends, it's not that he has to act like he doesn't like them that's just his nature but he does love Guda a shit ton he is just unable to outwardly admit that loudly.

Meanwhile avengers are loud in their love. Their love burns and is the equivalent to tough love as we've seen w oc2 and date's event and interludes. He loves guda and it's for that reason he burns them in a sense, remind them that they're alive that they can still move. Unlike him. He'll burn worlds for them if he must, he'd do anything to help them achieve their goals even if it's murdering someone or ending worlds WHICH guda has never and will never want, which is why he burns the bridge that connects the two because the only way for them is forward. He'd burn himself for them too, an avenger's love is all encompassing and it will turn everything into ash.

And idk man I'm just emo ig I really wanted to see obe Dante interactions but wtvr... Huhuhuhuuu.....

[servafes 2.0 spoilers, OC ch2 spoilers]

i think its not necessarily a matter of loud and quiet. its more of how they convey it due to their nature as servants as avengers that are extra classes nearly impossible to summon , as pretenders with a lying curse.

both convey their love neither quietly nor loudly, but they convey it in ways for guda. just for guda. using their own methods that would fit them the most.

oberon's care is showing guda an "out" like you see on valentines day, his summer lines etc. but he supports them too. he gives guda advice like in Servafes 2.0 where they barged into their room to talk to them despite the dangers of morgan oblitering his spiritual core, they also talk to each other on an equal standing like you see with oberon approaching them during at the inn and at gloucester in lb6. being someone with fairy eyes along with a lying curse, he tends to be roundabout with his words to portray what he means because no matter what he says, the world will twist it so he has skirt around it like in valentines day, you could interpret what he said with "call me wiht a sigh when you run out of dependable allies and options" as perhaps something mocking and malicious when, knowing oberon's nature now past lb6, he truly is caring almost to the point of selflessness. because we see his care for castoria as well as the insects in the autumn forest, that would apply to guda to, where he has the right words to soothe their soul, casually tear that mask guda has been holding onto for so long and become just "Fujimaru Ritsuka" and not "Humanity's Last Master".

dantes, of course, as the greatest of all avengers, his natures stems that from his revenge story by dumas, dantes who is also real in the typemoon universe has dumas write his story as revenge for his enemies on making everyone forget about him. and the story became so popular around the world that his spirit origin is twisted into that of an Avenger, that sole excerpt of The Count of Monte Cristo without that happy ending written into his saint graph. still, "edmond dantes" is still there, beneath gankutsuou. he's a man who tasted happiness and love, who was thrown into the bowels of depths and despair, gone through hell itself and crawled his way back to the surface no matter how painful it got. an Avenger that is intimate with pain, with suffering the most, know love and compassion the most.

both dantes and oberon understand guda's journey and what they've been through. its just that their approach is different. being an Avenger, a class of bloody teeth and howls, of course he would wield his flames that would aid his accomplice. he's seen their determination. he's seen them bleed, get beaten up before rising back again to finish a battle once and for all. he's seen guda love. he's seen guda love mash, da vinci, dr. roman, their friends these Servants who are people made up of fragments/fragments made up of people. they chose not retribution and continued to love despite the pain of it all.

dantes saw guda as a bright, radiant star because of that. him saying you are "fire" would just feel like completely undermining everything guda is. (and a fire for an Avenger, is a different meaning altogether). so he likens you to a star. a soul so bright that could even conquer dark flames that threaten to consume you whole but you would ultimately win out in the end... because thats who you are. a person who doesnt give up, will never give up no matter how your heart is beaten and battered. dantes supports you in a way where he has your back and will fight for you in this path downwards to hell. for oberon though, he's the abyssal insect. the one that ended fairy britain and as all things will inevitably end, like i said, he offered guda to go down the abyss with them should their heart finally give up once and for all. he'll be there by their deathbed to see it through. (i wanna add more about oberon with the shining star and titania but i can add stuff next time if i make a post like this.

that said, ive been thinking of dantes and oberon interactions too. but i do imagine either dantes would test oberon first before coming with him and abby to guda's trash heap or maybe exchange some words about guda, and probably gets convinced by oberon www

#ask

[brrrkdslek]

QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 048 ⎯ COMFORT BY THE LOML🫶🏻

you laid on your bed, eyes swollen and not even bothering to move at all. your heart swelled as much as your eyes did when you learnt that the three specially made those bouquets for you so you wouldn't be too sad about the death of your mother.

it did numb the feeling a bit but now it's back. the guilt crept behind you, your heart screaming at you for not being a good daughter; but your brain fought back by the horrible things she put you through as a child. you just couldn't rest even with your eyes closed.

"y/n?" you lifted your head, trying to crack your swollen eyes open but it was blurry, "huh?" "it's chae," you hummed before flopping your head back onto the pillow below you. "boomi's here to see you." you exhaled from your nose, "that little demon..."

you heard his sniffled from behind her, then your abdomen became heavy. "don't lay on me" completely ignoring your protests, your little brother sobbed into your chest, "'m sorry! i didn't know you'd get sick..." he hiccupped sniffled as you heard the door close, indicating that chaewon had left to give the two some privacy.

"don't be silly," you feel around before patting his little head, ruffling his hair, "i won't die that easily." boomi looked around and took some ice cubed from the desk and put it on your eyes, hoping to reduce the swelling. you yelp and shiver, "crap that's cold..." he giggles.

it goess quiet for a few minutes as the boy massages your eyes with ice. you spoke up when your vision began to come back, "are you... still sad that she's gone?" the boy pauses for a while, deep in thought before nodding his head.

you sighed, "i'm sorry you had to go through all that." he didn't speak, he knew there would be no point in reassuring you when it had already happened. "i'm sorry i was so late, that i made you suffer so many years," your heart clenched and you feel your eyes starting to water. "that i took your childhood..."

boomi sniffled, "noona don't say that," he watched as the ice melt on your eyes, the water mixing with your tears as it rolled down your temple, "if it weren't for you i'd be dead. i'm already satisfied." he shoots you a large smile as you gritted your teeth.

that's right. boomi's always been this way; so selfless and so caring towards anything and everything around him, growing emotional when he found out snakes don't have hands. needless to say, the boy was a gem. he was too kind for his own good, always willing to sacrifice his happiness for others.

it was almost ironic how the siblings were polar opposites. maybe it was the way you'd been raised, to be tough and responsible; while the boy was raised to be cared for.

you looked up at him and caressed his cheek, "you look just like dad..." he perked up excitedly, "do i?" you smiled apologetically, "how are you so excited when you don't even know what he looks like?" his smile never falters, "i dunno, it just feels good!" you sighed, "are you hungry?" he nods, "go and call chae, she'll make something for you."

a/n: thx for supporting my series so far loves!! my schedule is kinda hectic as of now so the fics will come in at ass o'clock idk😭if i wanna get on the taglist lmk!🫶🏻

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#hongjoong x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #seonghwa x reader #san x reader #ateez x reader #yunho x reader #ateez fanfic #yeosang x reader #ateez smau #ateez au

[urjustaguyonahorse]

SCOTT AND KIRA

Listen, I love star crossed lovers bound to find each other again as much as the next girl but Allison and Scott were only ever going to be high school sweethearts. They were walking, talking, kissing, foils of each other. Both of them grew into this world at the same time on opposite sides of the fight. Scott getting comfortable in his skin meant that he wanted to reach out and take care of the people surrounding him. Allison on the way to getting comfortable with her identity turned to making certain that she would always be able to take care of herself, and putting a wall up around her.

Scott had incredible chemistry with Isaac and they obviously meant a lot to each other but nothing about their relationship every felt healthy or balanced enough for them to be in any kind of stable romantic relationship.

On sort of the same note, Kira and Malia also had chemistry and were adorable but there was a kind of power imbalance between them and they didn't meet each other at the right time in their lives for them to be able to grow compatible together romantically.

Malia and Scott were there for each other in a rough time and supported each other when there was nobody else and that's really all there was to it for them. I honestly would have rathered that Scott had been allowed to be single for a little, but it wasn't the worst relationship I've ever seen and they were good together while it lasted.

And then there was Kira. Who, while she was growing into her own powers she was always so aware of those around her and trying to take care of them. AND in a world of craziness and violence Scott and Kira were always so so so soft and loving around each other.

Kira doesn't get the love she deserves a lot of the time because she came directly after Allison, which, especially when you're first watching the series, is a HUGE blow and a lot of people see her as an Allison rip off. Which is valid because Allison is framed as the love of his life as first love often is.

But I just think that, the way they both were able to embrace change and took a selfless outlook on life, given the time, they would've grown into an inseparable power couple. They were effectively gentle parenting their entire friend group at the strongest point in their relationship and I just think that they both deserved to be in the kind of relationship filled with trust and a partner who took care of them in the way they needed it.

There's just something that is so important to me about the way their relationship was never put on full display or made into a spectacle. Scott's intensity was toned down comfortably by Kira's calm, Kira's quiet was brought out by Scott's friendly personality. They balance each other out in a really healthy way and ideally they should've come back to each other in the end. Scira my loves you deserved the world and to be together again and to be safe <3

#with a collection of some of my favorite soft scira gifs #they had a rain kiss my beloved #and also hozier plays behind their first kiss #tf you mean they weren't meant to be endgame with that kind of soundtrack #god bless the gif makers of tumblr #i just love them to pieces and would die for them also #scira #kira yukimura #scott mccall #like real people do #hozier #teen wolf

[lunawolf44]

I see so many people who don’t like Orym very much, seeing him as boring, and “the well-adjusted one”, even saying he’s a bit too perfect, and I just can’t agree with them.

I think he’s meant to be boring, but boring in the way of he’s okay with not being the one in the spotlight. He’s happy with simply being there to support others, to help build them up and keep them safe. He is very kind-hearted and level-headed, bringing a badly needed grounding force and moral compass to an otherwise extremely chaotic party. He’s genuinely my favorite character right now for that reason. He doesn’t have to be the main character, he’s just a quiet, caring, good guy who’s there for people when they need him, and that’s kind of why I find his character so compelling. It’s honestly really refreshing to see. The only other character that has given me the feeling of peace that Orym does is Caduceus.

One could easily argue that his incredibly self-sacrificing nature is a flaw. Rushing in to save others, even complete strangers, has very nearly gotten him killed on many occasions. In fact, I feel like he’d be completely content with dying if it meant he was able to save someone else. I’d also say he definitely still has his issues and is not 100% emotionally well-adjusted. Certainly more so than his party members, to his credit, but not completely. He puts others before himself to the point that it is detrimental, ignoring his own problems because he sees tending to the needs of those around him as more important. In fact, he’s so selfless that it often makes me worry about him.

I think what really gets me is how wonderfully gentle he is. There’s been many scenes where he is so tender to his party members, having heart-to-hearts, giving words of encouragement, overall just checking to see if they’re okay. The moment in episode 35 where he was staunching Ashton’s nosebleed and later grew lavender to help calm him down was so sweet to see. I love how fiercely he protects his people, how much he desperately wants to see them live their best lives and be their best selves. In the end, he really is just a guy, and I respect the hell out of Liam for that.

I love that brave little halfling, 10/10 character

#critical role #orym #ashton greymoore #bells hells

[hyeahgaku]

The Seba brothers are precious; trying to protect and save each other in their own ways.. it shows their bond is actually real strong since they're willing to go lengths to keep the other safe.

Natsuki's willingness to fulfil his father's dream by offering himself to go to Al-Kamar. A place of possibly unimaginable horrors that Slur's team know too well. Assumingly Natsuki also knows whatever the individuals sent there were subjected to, then all that he was doing was so that he could spare his beloved younger brother from unspeakable pain or torture. As well as further trauma to a still-developing kid. Something that their deadbeat of a father fail to realise.. So young, so quiet & stoic, yet still so thoughtful, caring & sweet. I bet young Natsuki understands that Mafuyu is still young & hasn't had his own ambitions yet so I'm certain he's making way for his lil bro to enjoy his childhood more & be relieved from the burden that their dumb dad was abt to shoulder on the poor youngling. Honestly, Natsuki's actions in chap 145 is enough to reflect how much of a doting, protective & selfless big brother he is. Young Mafuyu may not have realised it when he was upset with his aniki, but Natsuki's actions are proof of it. I bet that bladed shoe was designed specially for him cuz Natsuki knows how much of a clean freak his lil bro is.

Meanwhile, Mafuyu deeply cares about Natsuki too in his own way. And he's also very supportive of his aniki's inventions, like he's the only one in the family to do so. On top of that, young Mafuyu even have faith in his aniki, he believes that Natsuki is capable of achieving his dream in future cuz he knows that Natsuki is talented & will be successful in his goal. And Mafuyu has a really big heart thou he was more reckless in his plan to save his brother. Young Mafuyu's main aim is to free Natsuki from their deadbeat father's unhealthy obsession so that his aniki can pursue his biggest dream. And Mafuyu's goal to free & help his aniki is so strong that he is willing to do whatever & by any means necessary. Even if that involves putting his own life on the line, so long as he can make sure that Natsuki achieves his ambition of becoming a professional weapons maker, then Mafuyu really thinks that all these efforts are worth it. What reckless selflessness!

How young Mafuyu is able to realise the important of supporting someone's dreams, or in his case right now is to see through that Natsuki can continue to pursue & achieve his dreams, that is beyond amazing & I tip my hat to him. A little kid versus a full-grown adult. Likewise with Natsuki -as an older brother, you should protect your younger sibling & that's what he does. Such brotherly love. PROTECT! These kids deserve only the best & also doting parents who would give the world to them, respect & support their goals to the ends of Earth.

Seriously, zero respect for Mr Seba for oppressing his kids to be who HE want them to be just for the sake of getting back at those mfs who insulted his family. Saving his own face matters more than ensuring his own children's safety, protecting their well-being and encouraging them to pursue their own paths & dreams. Natsuki & Mafuyu don't deserve the toxic environment they grew up in, nor whatever he has put them through. Their mental & emotional healths... 😭 Dammit Mr Seba how could you even look at your two boys in their eyes after all that and still see yourself as their parent..? I hope there's at least an ounce of guilt now, thou i doubt. So I hope karma hits you back, aye. Hit you hard, yeah. Congrates, you have proven yourself worthy to be placed among the Worst Manga/Anime Fathers list.

#サカモトデイズ #SAKAMOTO DAYS #the seba brothers #brainvomit #operation: protect natsuki & mafuyu #sakadays145

[dreamkidddream]

🩹🍯 with mammon and Mc, but Mc Is hurt this time.

I'm a suck for these tropes they got me in a chokehold. I love your writing and have a good day :) by the way

SAME THEY GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD TOO! I debated on doing the blurb game again but I went with prompts instead 😔 but I loved the ask game too much and Mammon so I couldn’t deny this :) thanks so much the support and have a good day/night <33 reader is gender neutral!

🩹 tending to each other's wounds

🍯 friends to lovers

You don’t think you ever seen Mammon this quiet before.

You can tell that he’s focused with the squint of his eyes, the precision in his movements, how gentle he’s trying to be with his nimble fingers. You can count on one hand how serious you’ve ever seen him, and this would be one of those moments. Especially with how much he’s biting his tongue right now, holding back his emotions to make sure that his first priority is okay- you.

He’s always been like that, even if it was begrudgingly in the beginning. Now it’s like he’s not even the same person- it’s still your Mammon, but the Mammon kneeled in front of you now isn’t acting as the same irresponsible demon that you know. He’s acting as the second in command, as the responsible older brother that Lucifer relies on when he truly needs him.

Which is making the silence between you unbearable.

Even the throbbing pain in your knee isn’t enough to distract you anymore.

“You alright?”

His voice was so soft, you would’ve thought that you only imagine hearing him. “Yeah.” You nodded. Your body was sore, your headache was steady coming and going, and the new scratches littering your skin was a little hard to look at- but you were okay.

Was he okay though?

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You didn’t realize you said it out loud.

Mammon had his selfish moments, even you couldn’t deny that. But despite his slip ups, Mammon cares about his family- and it wasn’t an act. The same man that would steal and sell their things away was the same man who would risk his own safety for them. He proved time after time that his sin was greed and he would fall prey to it, but he also proved how selflessness he can be too. Which included downplaying his own emotions and checking on everyone else- like he’s doing now. It wouldn’t take much to realize that this is bothering him, that it’s heavy on his mind but he only wants to bury it deep down and focus on you. Letting you be his distraction like he always does.

But you won’t let it happen this time.

Your body reacted before your brain could, and Mammon’s face was soon sitting in your hands, your thumb wiping over the thin cut. You heard his breath catch, and you thought that he was going to pull away- but instead, his eyes closed and you felt him relax in your hold.

You don’t know if your ointment would really work on demons- or if it’s really needed rather- but you still got a bit on his cut, doing the best to mimic his movements from before. He winced a little at the stinging sensation, but it felt like he sunk into your hands even more. You palmed at his face, unable to put your thoughts in words. Gazing into his eyes, you counted yourself lucky to see the gold in his eyes sparkle this close.

“I want you to be okay Mammon. Are you?”

Mammon tore his eyes away from yours, looking down at the ground, but you gently titled his face back up. He seemed so dejected, so defeated, but he had no reason to be.

You brought your arms around him, cradling his head to your chest, directly above your heart. He tensed up again, but just like before relaxed in your hold. He eventually wrapped his own around you too, and you can tell he was trying to be mindful of your own injuries as he didn’t squeeze you as he usually does in moments like this.

But it didn’t matter to you, whether you were covered in delicately wrapped bandages or not, you would never turn down holding Mammon. You didn’t know how long you sat there with him in your arms, just taking comfort in his presence.

“Thank you Mammon- for everything. I don’t know where I would be without you.” You whispered, placing a light kiss on his forehead.

And as his heart raced with his teary smile on his face, Mammon didn’t know where he would be without you either.

#build a blurb ask game 🫧 #dream rambles about obey me 😈💜 #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #obey me reader insert

[pullingyourstrings]

Sunny with a chance of rainbows

Pairing: dad!gareth x bestfriend gn!reader

Summary: Your best friend Gareth becomes a single dad and you decide to help him raise his daughter Sunny.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: oc!Sunny Emerson, oc!Anne, character death, dealing with grief, fluff, happy ending.

Gareth was your best friend since you were kids and you still talked everyday, even when you moved out to another city. So it was obvious you were coming back to Hawkins the day he called to tell you his girlfriend Anne got into a car accident, leaving him and their 6 months old daughter, Sunny, all alone.

You arrived at Mrs. Emerson's house the same day, supporting them any way you could and helping Gareth move back and into his feet on the next few days. He was immensely grateful to you, but insisted you didn't need to stay forever. He and his mom would make it work. But you knew his mom was old and sure, she could help with Sunny, but babies need a lot of care and attention and she couldn't do it alone all the time while Gareth worked hard to support his family.

"Gare, please let me help you. At least until Corroded Coffin fires off and you don't have to work at that shitty restaurant anymore" you offered.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna bother you more than I already did, I don't wanna ruin all your plans and–" you understood where he was coming from, even grieving he was always kind and selfless, but to you this was more important than anything. You remembered all the times Gareth and his family helped with your troubled childhood, how many times they welcomed you in their house, how many times they went to your presentations when your busy parents couldn't make it, how Gareth's mom taught you how to cook and how to fix a lightbulb for when you were on your own, his sisters taught you how to wear make up and his dad helped you get your first job. You remembered how Anne always treated you nicely, how she made sure Gareth called to check up on you. It was only fair you gave something in return to all of them.

"I'm staying. You're not bothering me. I can stay here with her, help your mom around the house..." you turned your attention to Sunny, resting her head on her dad's chest and giving you the side eye. "Isn't that right, honey? We're gonna have so much fun!" you talked in a warm, reassuring voice and Sunny expression changed, smiling big and giving you grabby hands. She threw herself from her dad's arms and you grabbed her.

"That's right! Let's go inside to play, yeah?" you walked towards Gareth's house, tickling Sunny's tummy and making her giggle. "Say bye bye to daddy" you waved at Gareth's direction and Sunny mirrored you. Gareth smiled and waved back before getting in his car and leaving for work.

You never wanted kids, mainly because you've always been scared of the pregnancy part, but helping your best friend raise his kid? That's pretty rad. You found yourself quite enjoying it and getting more and more attached to Sunny. She was the funniest smartest little girl you've ever known. She liked playing games, listening to music and dancing. She was really easy to take care of, she rarely threw tantrums and enjoyed quiet times watching TV or when you're reading her a book. Mrs. Emerson said her good behavior meant you were doing a pretty good job at raising her and you liked to believe it was true. After all, you weren't doing it alone and Gareth was indeed a really great dad. He always said he wanted to be the dad he never had. He played with her, took her to corroded coffin rehearsals, they often baked together... He made sure to give her everything she needed, all attention and love he could.

Time flew by and suddenly it was Sunny's 2 year old birthday. Still, you only stayed with her while Gareth was working and went home to your little cabin as soon as he got home. Mrs. Emerson would always invite you to stay, since after Gareth's sisters left to build their own families, she often felt lonely. Sunny has been a light on her life and she also really enjoyed your company. But you thought it was better this way. You liked to give them space to be their own little family because, sometimes, you still felt like an intruder. You weren't trying to replace her mother. You were just trying your best to raise her in a respectful, kind and loveable way and you hoped that, wherever Anne was, she was watching approvingly. You knew Gareth was. You two spent a lot of time together, from taking Sunny out on fun trips to the mall, the park or the beach, to staying home with her, baking and watching movies. And you often caught him staring at you while you played with her and he had this look on his face, this soft smile and shining eyes, that you couldn't point your finger on what it meant. So you took it as approval, as recognition that he saw how much you cared and loved his kid. So much, that you couldn't help but miss her and be worried whenever you were apart from her.

You received a call one night, a tired Gareth on the other side and you could hear the faint noise of Sunny's crying.

"Hey... Can you come over please? Sunny has been crying nonstop since you left and I-I don't know what to do."

"I'm coming." you left immediately, heading to his house. You walked up the stairs quickly, finding him with her in his arms, swaying her back and forth. You could tell she was tired, eyes closed, body limp on his arms but she still cried, inconsolable.

"What's wrong?" you asked worried, approaching them.

"I don't know! I tried everything, I fed her, changed her diaper, checked her temperature. Everything is fine, you're fine baby" he talked more to her than to you, kissing her forehead gently and shushing her.

"Can I try?" you offered and Gareth nodded, placing her in your lap. You hugged her close to your chest and started humming to her a little song you made up when you just started doing this. She stopped crying when she recognized you and your voice, sighing deeply. She was asleep just minutes after.

"Huh. I guess she just missed you. She's so used to having you around" Gareth whispered as you placed her in her crib gently as to not wake her up. "Which is great. Because I guess I'm pretty used to it too" he completed when you turned to face him. And there was that face again, the one you couldn't point your finger on. You understood it now as he got closer to you.

"Listen, Gare, you don't need to do this. I love Sunny like she's mine but we don't have to just because I'm helping with her" you placed your hand on his chest and took a few steps back.

"I know but I want to. I really like you, Y/N..." he grabbed your hand and despite you shutting him down, he still smiled softly.

"I like you too, we've been friends forever but..." his smile faded. "But I knew Anne and I'm not in any way trying to replace her." you confessed. You knew you were letting your insecurities get in the way, but he needed to know.

"I understand that." He took a step back, leaning on the wall opposite from Sunny's crib. You leaned beside him, watching her sleep. "You're not replacing her though. She's part of our life and she always will be. But knowing her, she would want Sunny to have the best family ever. She would want us to be happy. And you make us happy." he reassured you. "So if you want to just... keep things like they are... that's fine by me. But I really, really want us to be a family. Like, officially." he finally looked at you, your eyes meeting again. You thought about it, your heart racing uncontrollably. This wasn't new. You always had a special place for Gareth in your heart and the connection you two had was something meant to be since the first time you met. Raising Sunny together was only a confirmation of that, besides being the best thing that ever happened to you.

"Okay" you smiled "I think I want that too."

Nothing really changes, other than you moving in with them to stop paying rent and stopping answering "Oh no, we're not a couple" when people in the street asked about you and Gareth.

With Gareth being your best friend since forever, you were already close, already knew all of his perks and you already loved him when it all started, so your relationship blossomed easily. Gareth is easy to love and fun to be around and he found himself in the same situation, falling in love with you more and more everyday. Eddie would often joke and say that you looked like the perfect family he saw on tv ads.

Eventually Corroded Coffin blows up and the boys sign a deal for their first tour around America. Gareth finds himself in a conflict, because he REALLY doesn't want to leave you and Sunny in Hawkins while he travels. He'll just miss you too much. But this was always his dream, he couldn't just drop it now that they finally got something. So his plan was to arrange everything so it would accommodate you both, from the most comfortable tour bus to how it would work with Sunny's education and healthcare. That way, you couldn't say no when he invited you to go touring with them. And you're glad he did because it was a blast. All the fans knew about Sunny and they really loved and cared about her. They also knew about you and how happy you and Gareth were as a couple, so they're always respectful and kind. Sunny grew up on a tour bus, traveling the world, and all of you loved it so much, so happy you created this amazing family.

#i love this au so much #i hope you guys like it too #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth the great #gareth emerson x gn!reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader #gareth emerson x reader #dad!gareth emerson #oc anne #oc sunny emerson #oc death #stranger things au #stranger things fanfic #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[artistic-intrxvert]

Hey! Quick idea on impulse because I'm sad! Major angst beware! :'D

Could you write a comfort drabble of Deku or Shoto comforting the reader(not their s/o) who's selfless to the point of hurting themself? Like, they're not a hero or anything, and they may not even have a decent quirk, but they just give and give and give.

(for extra ✨ flavor ✨ could they be this selfless because they're afraid of being selfish and being seen as just another burden? ty and sorry for the angst ❤️)

HIHIHI

Am i writing this instead of past requests? Yes. Do i care? No.

Hope you're doing alright fren <3 hope everyone reading this is doing alright as well <3

!!Trigger Warning!! for: Self harm, general triggering topics, please read at your own risk

Prompt: Deku and Shoto with a friend who sees themselves as a burden to the point of harming themselves

Deku

Deku would probably be understanding when it comes to feeling selfless, i mean the bed in the nurse's office is basically his own bed

He would probably be very worried if he noticed you being selfless or you told him you were feeling this way

He's be concerned and would want you to talk to him about it

If you didn't feel ready to talk about it, he'd understand, but he didn't want to wait too long in fear of you hurting yourself

If he found out you hurt yourself, he'd be a bit upset. He might blame himself since he was worried you felt like you couldn't talk to him as your friend

Deku would talk to you and make sure you understand how much you meant to him a friend

If the problem was that you were quirkless or didn't have a powerful/useful quirk, he'd be very understanding

Deku will go out of his way to make sure his friend doesn't need to feel like they owe him or anyone else anything

Shoto

I feel like Shoto is both blunt and observant at the same time

Like i feel like he'd confront you in the weirdest way possible

Like you could be eating your lunch or something and then he'd come up and straight up say, "Do you want to hurt yourself?"

Shocked a few people nearby to say the least....He's a bit blunt but he's just trying to make sure you're alright-

He would tell you that you can always talk to him and that he cares about you because you're his friend

If you end up talking about it to him, he'd be very attentive and would listen well

I think he'd give you advice on what the next steps would be, making sure that you do what's best for you

If you didn't talk to him about it, he'd probably figure it out on his own anyhow

He'd confront you but wouldn't let you be quiet about it, he couldn't let anything happen to you

Shoto would be very supporting/caring for his friend and only want to do what's best for them

#bnha x reader #but make is platonic #mha x reader #its platonic #platonic #fren ask :D #deku x reader #shoto todoroki x reader

[zapreportsblog]

All I Could Ever Want pt. 1

➥ summary: this story foretells Kirishima journey into the hero world, how he found love and how his life changed.

➥ a/n: I’ll make a part 2 to this one shot

➥ pt. 2 “All I Could Ever Have”

Kirishima Eijiro, known as the aspiring hero Red Riot, sat in his dorm room at U.A. High School. With a determined look in his eyes, he reflected on the journey that had brought him to this point, a journey that had shaped him into the hero he aspired to be.

•••

Growing up, Kirishima had always admired heroes. Their courage, selflessness, and unwavering determination inspired him. He yearned to become someone who could protect others, to be a symbol of hope in a world filled with uncertainty.

However, it wasn't until he joined U.A. High School, alongside his classmates, that he truly began to understand what it meant to be a hero. He was surrounded by talented individuals, each with their unique quirks and aspirations. It was in this vibrant community that Kirishima found the courage to embrace his own journey.

His quirk, Hardening, allowed him to transform his body into an incredibly durable and rock-like substance. It was a defensive ability that he initially struggled to see the value in. He believed that to be a hero, one needed an offensive quirk. But with time, he came to understand that true heroism came in many forms.

During his time at U.A., Kirishima had numerous encounters with villainous threats and challenges that pushed him to his limits. It was in these moments of adversity that he discovered the true strength of his quirk. With his hardened body, he could withstand devastating attacks, shielding both himself and his friends from harm.

But it wasn't just his physical strength that defined Kirishima. It was his unwavering spirit and unyielding resolve. He was determined to stand tall, to protect those he cared about, and to face challenges head-on.

It was during his first year at U.A. that Kirishima's path intersected with that of (Y/n). (Y/n)'s quirk, Earth Manipulation, allowed her to control the elements of the earth, shaping the very ground beneath her feet. Her connection to the earth fascinated Kirishima, and he found himself drawn to her quiet strength and gentle nature.

They started off as classmates, gradually becoming friends as they trained together, shared meals, and supported each other during their heroic pursuits. Kirishima admired (Y/n)'s determination and saw in her a reflection of the qualities he aspired to embody.

Over time, their friendship blossomed into something deeper. Kirishima found himself falling in love with (Y/n)'s kind heart and unwavering support. She saw past his tough exterior, appreciating the vulnerability and warmth that lay beneath.

Together, they faced challenges, both in training and in their personal lives. Kirishima found solace in (Y/n)'s presence, her calming influence grounding him in moments of doubt. She believed in him when he struggled to believe in himself, reminding him of the hero he aspired to be.

As Kirishima reminisced on their journey, he couldn't help but smile. (Y/n) had become his pillar of support, the person he could lean on when the weight of the world threatened to crush him. She embodied the very essence of the earth, grounding him and providing stability in a world filled with chaos.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Kirishima stood up, a flame of determination burning within him. He was ready to embrace his destiny as a hero, to face whatever challenges came his way. And with (Y/n) by his side, he knew he could weather any storm.

As he walked out of his dorm room, he caught a glimpse of (Y/n) waiting for him in the hallway. Her smile lit up his world, reminding him of the love and support that awaited him outside those doors.

Together, Kirishima and (Y/n) ventured into the world, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Their love, their friendship, and their unwavering commitment to each other would be the driving force that propelled them forward, forging a path of heroism and unwavering determination.

•••

(Y/n) had been a constant presence in Kirishima's life, a source of inspiration and support. Her unwavering belief in him had bolstered his own confidence, pushing him to become the hero he aspired to be. But lately, his feelings had transcended friendship, and he yearned for something more.

As he gazed at the city below, the lights twinkling in the distance, Kirishima couldn't help but reminisce about their time together. They had faced numerous challenges side by side, their bond growing stronger with each obstacle they overcame. It was in those moments that he realized how deeply he cared for (Y/n).

Taking a deep breath, Kirishima turned his attention to the rooftop entrance. He could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw (Y/n) emerge, her presence casting a warm glow in the cool evening air.

(Y/n) looked at Kirishima, a smile gracing her lips. "Hey, Kirishima. Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Kirishima nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Of course, (Y/n). I'm glad you're here."

As (Y/n) settled down next to him, a comfortable silence enveloped them. Kirishima's mind raced, searching for the right words to express his feelings. The moment felt both daunting and exhilarating, but he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

"(Y/n), there's something I need to tell you," Kirishima began, his voice filled with determination. "You've been an incredible friend, a source of strength and inspiration in my life. But lately, my feelings have grown deeper, and I can't keep it to myself any longer."

(Y/n) turned to face him, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of anticipation. "What is it, Kirishima? You can tell me anything."

Kirishima took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "I... I've fallen in love with you, (Y/n). Your kindness, your strength, and your unwavering belief in me... it's captured my heart. I can't imagine my life without you."

A moment of silence hung in the air as (Y/n) absorbed his words. Her eyes searched his face, her expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. Kirishima's heart raced, his palms slightly sweaty, but he knew he had to be honest and let his emotions pour out.

Finally, (Y/n) spoke, her voice soft yet filled with sincerity. "Kirishima, I... I didn't expect this, but I'm grateful for your honesty. Your friendship means the world to me, and I've always felt a special connection between us."

Kirishima's heart skipped a beat as hope flickered in his eyes. "Does... does that mean you feel the same way?"

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Yes, Kirishima. I've fallen for you too. Your unwavering spirit, your determination, and the way you always protect those around you... it's captured my heart as well."

Relief washed over Kirishima, and a wide grin spread across his face. In that moment, the weight he had been carrying lifted, replaced by a newfound sense of happiness and possibility. He couldn't believe that the person he had admired and cared for reciprocated his feelings.

With a surge of courage, Kirishima reached out and gently took (Y/n)'s hand, their fingers interlocking. "I'm glad we can take this step together, (Y/n). Our bond as friends has been amazing, and I can't wait to see what our relationship will bring."

(Y/n) squeezed his hand, her voice filled with affection. "Me too, Kirishima. Let's navigate this new chapter together, supporting and loving each other every step of the way."

In that moment, surrounded by the city's lights and the warmth of their shared affection, Kirishima and (Y/n) sealed their commitment to each other. Their confession of love marked the beginning of a beautiful journey, filled with shared experiences, laughter, and unwavering support.

As they sat on the rooftop, their hands still intertwined, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. He was grateful for the courage to confess his feelings, grateful for (Y/n)'s reciprocation, and grateful for the love that would guide them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

•••

The air was thick with excitement as students of U.A. High School prepared for their graduation ceremony. It was a momentous occasion, marking the end of their time at the prestigious school and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. For Kirishima Eijiro and his beloved (Y/n), it held an even deeper significance.

Kirishima, known as the aspiring hero Red Riot, stood with his classmates, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through his veins. He couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/n), his heart swelling with love and pride. As they exchanged smiles, he knew this was the perfect moment to make a grand gesture of his commitment.

As the ceremony began, the air filled with a sense of achievement and accomplishment. One by one, students were called up to the stage, receiving their diplomas and celebrating their accomplishments. Kirishima watched, his heart pounding in his chest, knowing that his own moment would soon arrive.

Finally, it was his turn. Kirishima walked across the stage, accepting his diploma with a mixture of excitement and nostalgia. As he descended the steps, he glanced towards (Y/n), their eyes locking for a brief moment, their unspoken connection carrying a world of emotions.

Taking a deep breath, Kirishima made his way towards the podium, the eyes of his classmates and teachers fixed upon him. His palms were slightly sweaty, but the determination in his eyes shone through.

"Classmates, teachers, and esteemed guests," Kirishima began, his voice projecting with confidence and warmth. "Today, as we gather here to celebrate our achievements, I want to take a moment to express my gratitude and appreciation for all of you who have supported us throughout this journey."

His words resonated with the audience, their applause filling the auditorium. Kirishima continued, his gaze never wavering from (Y/n).

"But there is one person in particular I want to recognize today, someone who has been my rock, my inspiration, and my love throughout my time at U.A. High School. (Y/n), you have stood by my side through thick and thin, supporting me and believing in me even when I doubted myself."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and anticipation evident on her face. The audience leaned forward, captivated by Kirishima's heartfelt words.

"I have come to realize that life's greatest joys are not achieved alone. They are shared with the people we love and cherish. And so, in front of this esteemed gathering, I want to ask you a question."

Kirishima took a step forward, the anticipation in the room palpable. He reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around the small velvet box that held his most precious possession.

"(Y/n), will you do me the honor of becoming my partner for life? Will you marry me?"

Time seemed to stand still as the words hung in the air, the room filled with a collective gasp of surprise and excitement. All eyes turned to (Y/n), awaiting her response.

(Y/n)'s eyes welled up with tears, her lips trembling with emotion. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with love. "Yes, Kirishima, a thousand times yes."

A roar of applause erupted throughout the auditorium, students and teachers alike celebrating the love and commitment that filled the room. Kirishima's classmates cheered, their joy for the couple genuine and heartfelt.

With a beaming smile, Kirishima approached (Y/n), the box with the engagement ring open in his hand. He took her hand in his, sliding the ring onto her finger, sealing their commitment in a symbol of love and devotion.

The room erupted in cheers and applause once again, the collective happiness and excitement creating an electric atmosphere. Kirishima and (Y/n) stood together, their eyes locked, their hearts overflowing with love and gratitude.

As they walked off the stage, hand in hand, Kirishima couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment. They had achieved so much together, and now, they were embarking on a new adventure as they prepared to face the challenges of the hero world and their life together.

Their love story had reached a beautiful milestone, and as they joined their classmates in celebration, Kirishima knew that this proposal would forever be etched in their memories as a testament to their love and the unwavering support they had found in each other.

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★ two slow dancers | c.bg

▰ genre: angst, just pain + ambiguous ending / ending up to your own interpretation

▰ word count: 3.6k

▰ synopsis / request: idolverse au + once best friends that are now estranged, you and beomgyu want to live in the past for just one night even if it hurts a lot

a/n: based completely on mitski’s two slow dancers and honestly this just got out of hand the more i wrote and it might not make sense so i apologize for that pls forgive me dear anon i hope this does your request justice

What Beomgyu wanted, Beomgyu would get. It wasn’t because he was pushy, bossy, overbearing because he wasn’t; he didn’t threaten people nor did manipulate anyone. He had a heart that was bigger than the ocean, a kid at heart, pure and selfless. You were just a pushover, and well, his one request was one that you found impossible to decline.

Today, he wanted your attendance for a huge show. Something he explained with great enthusiasm, high spirits, but a tender voice that seemed almost afraid of your response. As much as his sweetness makes you almost double over, you found your hard feelings difficult to restrain.

“Beomgyu,” you said his name into the phone, not for the first time within that call. “It must truly mean a lot to you if you’re phoning me to go.”

He goes quiet for the first time since he first dialed. You wanted so badly to be angry with him, to let it show, to let him know, to shut him out of your life completely, just as it had been for a few years.

“I mean, this is the first time you’ve called me in three years,” you gently remind, and he deflates. That much you can tell.

“I’m sorry,” from what you can hear, there’s a lot of shuffling, but his elongated sigh covers it up. “I really am. I miss you, I really do. There’s just a lot going on.”

It’s funny that he says that, the last time being three years ago, after two years of a friendship that was a ship nose down into the sea. Then, you had forced yourself to look at the positive, ignoring such a fate that leaves you as it does now. Alone.

“I understand,” you don’t wish to speak more. “I miss you, too. Very much. I’ll do my best to be in attendance.”

He smiles audibly and snickers softly, speaking his gratitude. Beomgyu then explained how he would text you and keep in touch, especially leave you the details.

Such details have now led you to where you are now.

Inside a far vaster building than the apartment complex you used to live in. It was in that complex that you had the fortune to meet Beomgyu, the sweet, lively, glasses-appareled kid on the nineteenth floor. From the end of primary school, he had inevitably made his way into your heart, and yours in his. Solely as platonic best friends. The line between that and romance was skirted at times, with one foot over when, in middle school, he had asked to kiss you — at the time, confused about his rejection from a girl and about love, in a world obsessed with looks and status.

In the heat of the moment, the fear weighing three tons of the very possibility of shattering the one friendship, you said no, only sparing him a peck on his cheek and you held him to you, tears in your eyes, even though it should have been him. He held no ill qualms over such a decision; after all, he’d said after your answer, he asked you.

Sometimes that fine line didn’t matter. He held hands with you often, hugged and held you just like the couples you both saw on tv, but you both knew it was out of comfort. He chose you as his partner in every possible exercise, mandatory school outing, or whatever the case. In fact, Beomgyu had even asked you to the one dance that was being offered at your high school. You both couldn’t wait, buying calendars to ink through the days, in order to countdown. Again, it was out of comfort.

Things hiccuped when he was scouted. He sought you for advice, support, and comfort before, during, and after his audition, which he’d aced, obviously. You personally made it your job to cheer him on and give him strength whenever you could, even when he would be well off in his career — which he had said that he felt he owed to you.

Looking back at the situation then and now, it was a laughable pity that, if retold, would be met with a snort. So, today, you keep your mouth shut, the past replaying on loop, and you try not to let culture shock not stun you.

Everything appeared shiny, crisp, expensive, something that a younger you would have asserted that that was the future entailed.

Such amenities and arrangements are due to the lofty but prestigious music award show, so as you had gone through security, affirmed your identity to multiple staff members, it all felt like a waste of time.

That was until you saw Beomgyu, in the flesh, with your own eyes, one’s you’d strained using to listlessly watch his and his group’s content, and now here he was, toothless grin so big you feel contagious with his giddiness, letting him nearly tackle you in the warmest of hugs. Beomgyu kissed your cheeks, swaying you both in circles as he hugged you for so long.

When you pulled away, it was clear in his face that he felt sheepish. He had taken half a step over that fine line, but really, he felt more embarrassed of the suddenness. After all, he hadn’t reached out virtually, yet here he was taking you in physically.

“Sorry, heh,” he brushed a few dark locks behind his ear though they fell right back. A small but textured scream emitted from his throat as he smiled so big, taking your hands in his and waving them. “I’m so happy you showed up. Not even mom or dad or hyung could come this time. But, you did! I’m so ecstatic I don’t know what to do.”

So he said.

“Well, don’t get too excited. It’s just me,” you chuckled, retort awkward in the air. He shook his head at you, white mascara and silver eyeliner making his eyes twinkle.

“Nonsense,” he said, intertwining hands with yours. You followed behind him as he steered you back. “That’s all you ever say. I miss that.”

Beomgyu took it upon himself to (re)introduce you well to his group members, as much as you struggled to present yourself as articulate and deserving of such an invite. Just as you recalled, they’re sweet and hilarious.

“We aren’t strangers, Gyu!” You chided at his nervous hovering.

Things clicked and time felt like syrup or gelatin around you, something of a warm and gooey consistency. Nostalgia made you feel that way. Things were like they used to be, suddenly, even if they were all considerably bigger, taller, bulkier, more grown.

In this alternate, past life, Beomgyu still called you everyday to come to practice. You still had braces. Kai was smaller than Soobin. You would even bring food to them and the other trainees. Off the top of your head, at the mention of Taehyun, there was even that same staff member who’d say—

“Five minutes until broadcast. Make sure to get your looks retouched before heading up to the stage, okay?”

The door opened and shut, words relayed just a second after. Fast forward and you’re back to this.

Beomgyu stepped off the makeup chair and sat beside you on the couch, holding your hand in his.

“This is it,” he said with an excited shudder. You smiled and patted his hand. Since you’d met up with him, you found yourself stifled and quiet to an extent that you knew he found unfamiliar, but you were lucky he didn’t speak of it. Maybe he didn’t know you like he once did.

“Are you ready?” You ask, too quiet so you repeat in his ear, to which he leaned to you.

He moved his raven hair out of his eyes, often brushing against his ridiculously long eyelashes.

“Yeah,” Beomgyu said with a great sigh like it wore him out. The sheer of the fabric on his arms rolled, creating ripples across the dips of his muscles. You tried your best to look away.

“Hey, was this how you felt when you graduated at your school? Wasn’t there a super guest speaker?” That took you aback.

“Oh, I didn’t think you knew about that,” at your last word, he nodded understandingly.

“My mom tells me everything. I only know what she knows.” He loved his mom, that much was clear — even from the first time you met him, and his mom loved you. She spoke to you often and made it clear to you each and every time that you fell under the umbrella of their family.

“I’m glad you’re at least still close with your family,” that came out unexpectedly. The black of his pupils illuminated guilt. “I mean, your mom tells me that whenever she does show up for you, she gets so proud of how more and more of your fans show up, and that Kai somehow gets taller, Taehyun gets bulkier than the last time, and that no matter what, you’ll always be her bias wrecker.”

You were wrong for changing the subject, but you couldn’t bear to leave that comment in the air by itself.

He eased up at that, squeaky laughter resonating at your comment.

“God, she never fails to mention that. And, I don’t know, maybe if she came this time, it wouldn’t have been exactly like the same. I know it’s not a concert where the audience is all of our fans, but we just worked so hard this year and this time around. All the support I can get would mean a lot to me. It’s why I asked you to come.”

Your hand twitched across the backside of his, and before meeting his eyes, you had each stolen a glance at your hands: the differences between the shade, size, shape, etc. He smiled a tiny smile that was just a peak of how much his heart was seizing with joy.

“It means the world to me that you are here.”

With that, it was time, well, it was past time for him to go considering that the other boys were already headed out the door, and he threw a big kiss to you as he neared the exit.

“You’re going to do great, Beomgyu!” He nodded and gave a small bow before disappearing.

Everyone shuffled out, and without so much as his presence, you’re back to asking yourself if you’re wasting your time.

Even if you’d very much rather scoff, frown, make a scene, let your mouth run faster than your brain for when you come face to face with your dear friend again, you now sit still, seated with your arms around yourself on one of the many couches, within the confines of a white room with a few dressers and vanities lined up on the walls, backstage to a very venue you could only have dreamed to attend solely as audience.

Beomgyu sticks out, even in your peripheral, as you try to not to watch his live performance on the screen, but it cannot be helped. No matter how much you pretend to not care, proving to no one, that you don’t want to be here, your eyes always find him. After having worked on such grueling choreography and over the top theatrics, you see him, centerfold of your gaze, with a dazzling award in his hand as he bowed deeply in gratitude. It seems they won all of their nominations for the night. Your chest fills with pride.

But, after having sat by yourself for an hour and a half, without so much as one staff member to check on you, that hulking weight of everything came back down on you. What was to come next? It made your legs shake and jump, like Soobin’s, except his case was out of habit. Was the next thing to come a social cue to the exit without so much as a connection, not for another four or five years or maybe never again?

All your doubts are drowned out when Beomgyu returns to you. That is the other thing about him; when he reaches out for you, he dives in.

You come up to meet him halfway as he runs to you, embracing you and spinning you both round in circles, screaming a little in your ear. His skin is sticky and warm against your cool-to-the-touch clothes. His adrenaline is still running a little high, you can tell from his heart thundering up to his neck, which is what you lean your head against.

Apart from the affection that never seems to end, the heightened volume ceases, but it comes so quickly, even if hours had passed since that touching moment at the venue. Within that time and now, you had chatted for an hour in the room, packed into the van, rented out some restaurant, ate and reminisced, and even after heading to their company’s headquarters, bidding goodbyes to the other members sorrowfully, you were funnily shocked that you now had to let Beomgyu go.

He remained with you, at the only bus stop that serviced this late and to your exact route. It was dead at night, and his manager was just around the corner in a van.

“Did you have fun?” Leaning against the wall of the bus stop shelter, he tilted his head to see you better. You sat more relaxed than you had been initially and gave a dreamy smile, one that was made from fatigue and still running on the artificial joy of being with your dear friend.

“I had a lot of fun, yes,” you let out a sigh out of tiredness. “It wasn’t even my day, and you’re the one asking me that. You’re the one who won five awards tonight, not me.”

He snorted and shrugged with a silent chuckle. Though his extensions had been taken out, his hair still looked so shaggy and boyish, like the kind of person he was.

Silence follows over you both that is broken every now and then by night time cyclists and folks wealthy enough to own their own cars.

Beomgyu looks over at you, after having stared at the empty street for so long, to see that your eyes are glossy. He assumes it’s from the lack of blinking, but it clicks when you finally speak up.

“So,” you move to stand in front of him and he looks straight into your eyes cautiously, like he knows what you’re going to say. You’re not sure where this courage is coming from; it’s even doubtful that it comes from a good place anyway. “This is it, huh? You’re going to leave, and then, maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll hear from you five years from now.”

His shoulders sag with a sigh he lets out, sulking in a way that reflects as much guilt as he is willing to show.

“Y/N, I’m…I’m sorry,” he apologizes genuinely. It makes you laugh joylessly, but he pushes. “There’s just so much going on. It’s an easy excuse and a lie if you want to think, but it’s something I can’t even help on the inside. I miss you so much, so, so much, and even if I do get the chance to talk to you or see you, it just gets too hard. I chicken out. I’m just a coward… and you’re right. I know that you blame me, you’re right, but it’s just hard even having time for myself, let alone my parents and my fans, and my friends, and-and—“

“Me.” You reply with a weary smile, crossing your arms to calm your quivering.

His expression contorts more and more, frown taking form over the muscles starting up from his chin.

“Beomgyu, I don’t blame you. I can’t even be mad at you. Couldn’t bring myself to hate you, even if I wanted to,” you kick at the ground with the blunt part of your shoe. His eyes glisten. “You’d really think I’d hold a grudge against you for getting a life and a career, a successful one at that? I’m…I’m proud of you.”

His eyebrows furrow as frustrated tears catch against the curtain of his long eyelashes.

“You’re my pride, Gyu.”

Beomgyu shakes his head repeatedly.

“When…when I think of you,” he sucks in a painful breath. “I can’t help but think that my best friend resents me and has moved on. I know I can just call you up or message you if I ever feel like that, but…”

He swallows down a cry, gritting his teeth.

“But, even then,” you offer and he nods.

“It would only be easy if things were how they used to be. If we were young again. If…if we didn’t have these responsibilities and jobs. I could never imagine how hard it is for you, even if this job has blessed you with four brothers and fame and money that we could only ever dream of having when we were kids. And I’m sorry for not reaching out to you either. But why do we kid ourselves here and now? Why I opened my mouth is beyond me, but… it just hurts.”

He looks up with radiant eyes as yours are past shimmering with similar streaks down your sullen face.

“We’re never going to get to go back, you know?” Your voice shakes and his hand comes up to cup your face while his thumb rubs a few tears away. He nods desperately.

“There’s so many things we didn’t even get to do when we were young, and I know we still are young, but it’s different, and you never even took me to the dance, for crying out loud.”

He swallows down a cry, gritting his teeth.

“We can still do it, I swear,” you’re shaking your head the more he talks of whims and ideas that could never happen, all with that wild, heartbroken look in his eyes.

“Come on, Y/N!” He raises his voice brokenly and it makes you flinch. Beomgyu sobs. “It’s like you don’t want to try!”

You move your head to kiss his palm.

“Even if we dance and waltz around, even if we decided to have what we couldn’t back then, we’d be two slow dancers, last ones out, and we’d be stuck in the past forever. Look at us now. Is this really how you want to stay?”

Beomgyu stays silently weeping, sniffling, crying out of frustration.

“I want to stay with you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut heart wrenchingly. The silence is interrupted by exhaustive hissed from the bus that pedals towards you from down the street. You sniffle a little, desperate to find purchase with the little time that is left for the two of you.

So, you meet his eyes with a smile, and he does, too, even if it hurts.

“We can’t. At least not like this. We have to move on, and maybe in five or ten years, if time permits us to meet again, and we still remember each other, then yes. Just… let’s not keep fooling ourselves,” you move his hair away from his wet face. “But, if it’s one thing I can tell you is that I will always, always be here for you. That is a promise that we take straight to our graves,”

“Straight to our graves,” he repeats in a whisper.

You pull him tightly into your weak arms and he does the same, embracing you in a hug that desperately traces that line of friendship with a permanent marker, over and over again until it bleeds over both sides of whatever love is.

“I love you with all of my heart, Gyu,” you cry into his ear as the bus’ hissing and buzzing grows nearer and louder. He grips onto you so intensely it aches your muscles. “But I have to go, and you have to let me go.”

“I love you, Y/N,” he laments, voice loud but muffled by your shoulder. The vehicle slows to a stop beside you, both your eyes following it.

You hug him once more, ready to pull away — already one foot turned towards the bus when he whips you back to plant his lips over yours in a searing kiss.

“I’ll call you when I can,” he says against your mouth, your face numb, when he lets you go, your body already drifting away.

“You can try,” you say as you smile once more before leaving the refuge of this moment.

The walk to the doors and into your seat is wordless. Even if words were said, judging by a few other scattered passengers who look like nothing more than shades of the night, it all fell deaf to your ears. Your ears ring at an intensity that triggers an even sharper headache than the one your cries had blossomed. Beomgyu remains standing in his place besides the wall of that rickety stop shelter. His trembling bottom lip is the only part of him that moves. Your eyes are locked in a gaze that becomes torn the smaller he becomes as the bus rolls away. He becomes ant sized, and you turn around the corner, and it becomes painfully real that you’re gone.

You force your body to face forward, hands shaking by your sides. The ringing in your ears settles, but the silence is so terribly loud. So terribly loud it hurts still.

Despite the near agony, the loss, the growing pain, and the frustration, you realize that you must move on. How could anyone expect to move forward while going back? It was silly, that you and Beomgyu had considered and fought over such a notion, but at the end of the day, of course it made sense.

It was silly, it was childish, it was yours; it was what you and Beomgyu had.

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Name: Efenity (Efe) Kelmorn

Toyhouse Profile:

https://toyhou.se/23127342.efenity-kelmorn

Pinterest Aesthetic Board:

https://www.pinterest.com/spiiceprincess/oc-baldurs-gate-3-efenity-kelmorn/

Personal Theme Songs:

Do Bad Well - KSHMR (ft Nevve)

Losing My Mind (ft HALIENE) - Tritonal

Unstable - Svrcina

All Eyes On Me - CRMNL

The Glamorous Life - Eden's Crush

Race/Species: Half High-Elf, (later) Vampire Bride/undead

Age: Mid 30s

MBTI: ESTP-A Class: Storm Sorcerer 

Background: Criminal - Smuggling, transportation/import/export, haggling, heist planning

Proficient Skills: Intimidation, Deception, Persuasion  

Personality: ESTP - Efenity is not a "nice person". She doesn't revel in being evil or mean necessarily... she just has no patience for stupidity and often just feels frustrated and angry all the time. But she holds it in. She can often be quiet, but speaks loud and heavy. She spent far too long being silenced, and when she has something to say, she's going to say it. But she doesn't share a lot about herself either. Mostly so it can't be used against her. She can put on airs and be sweet, charming, and kind when it's needed, but it's usually not with sincerity.

She prefers to be the biggest voice (and person) in the room, using intimidation (and her muscles) as a convincer.

It takes a lot for her to trust someone and be loyal to them, but once they are in her very, very, very small "circle" she trusts them completely. Otherwise... she'll sell you to the devil for a corn chip and think nothing of it.

Full Backstory: READ HERE (Google Doc)

Powers: Favors lightning and thunder magic, Flight, and...biting.

Allies/Friends: Shadowheart...and...?  lol she doesn't make friends very well.

Significant Other: Astarion (Ascended)

Ship Pinterest Board:

https://www.pinterest.com/spiiceprincess/oc-baldurs-gate-3-efenity-kelmorn/efenion-efenity-x-astarion/

Ship status: Excellent Standing. At first, romping around with Astarion is just good fun. Efenity knew enough about vampires to know not to trust him. Moreover, her own issues with letting herself get close to people and fearing she will ruin and lose them (and vice versa) allowed her to keep him at a safe distance from her heart. Until she couldn't. She tried her best to not fall in love with him, but once he had confessed his own failure to do the same with her, the fight against it was pointless. She realized she cared about him more than she cared about even herself. Which was new, for her. In her own way of selflessness, she became his personal army and stopped at nothing to support his decisions. He wanted complete independence, revenge, and security? Consider it done. She helped him ascend and gladly took her place by his side, as his little love, his right hand, his Dark Consort. She'd go to the hells and back if he simply asked her to, and bring him back a souvenir. He wanted to live and she helped him become alive again. She trusts him with everything she is. She will praise him as her Lord and Lover forever and follow and serve him to the deepest depths. Their love is an unconventional and often misunderstood one, but remains true and deep for them. And that's all that really matters.

Ship themes (pulled from their ridiculously massive playlist):

Thunder - Primo the Alien

Salt & Vinegar (dEd Version) - Lights

Primordial (ft Niya Wells) - Satin Jackets

Parachute (Kat Krazy Extended Remix) - Matthew Koma

Misery - RUNN

If The Devil Is You - RUNN

Because The Night - The Midnight ft Nikki Flores ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yaaay it's Efe! I have sort of been avoiding Tumblr, first for Miraculous Ladybug spoilers and now I just was a bit unsure how the BG3 fandom was here, but I figured it's chill enough.

ANYWAY Here is Efenity, my lil caramel drop uwu Actually, huge caramel drop. She's a big lady lol I mostly did this for my own reference, but figured it would be good in general to have a "masterpost" of info about her.

I wanted to have a non-hero Tav to pair with Astarion and who also wasn't Durge. It took a little while but I'm really happy with her design and backstory! I'm really super happy with her in general and how she ends up. 😭💜

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