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arlestial · 6 months

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Hey, could you make a part two of how the Blue Lock boys make up for the forgotten date? (Nagi,Isagi,Bachira) 🌷

❝if you'd have been the one❞

synopsis : Life is sometimes difficult, keeping them busy and away from you; until it turned to take you away from them.

pairing : Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : Alternative endings (angst or fluff/comfort)

word count : 4300~ words

author-note : Hi !! I’m so happy y’all liked this, so I decided to write a part II. Some wanted angst, others comfort, so I did both in order to please everyone :) The part I is here ! Thanks for all your kindness, I’m overjoyed to see so much attention on my writings 😭 I hope you’ll like it !! take care of yourself ♡

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ISAGI YOICHI’s eyes widened when he saw your text, after the game. He knew he fucked-up the instant he stepped inside the soccer field, already regretting his decision. He won, but the stadium applause sounded like an awful ringtone that woke him up to reality, a shrill noise crashing his organs and piercing his ears. His heart was racing; not because of the victory, but because of the apprehension. The fear. The panic, that perhaps, he had lost you. But you wouldn’t leave him, right ? Everybody make errors. You would forgive him, no need to stress. At least, that’s what he was trying to convince himself. But in the depths of his own mind, he wasn’t this confident. He took his phone, excusing himself from his teammates that were celebrating, and isolated himself in the corridor. He tried to call, but you refused it twice. He groaned, his hands shaking, trying to tap a text quickly.

22:49p.m. | y/n ♡ : guess you made your choice then.

- read at 00:24a.m.

00:24a.m. | yoichi ♡ : honey please just accept the call

i know I fucked up, I’m sorry

i shouldn’t have done that

- read at 00:33a.m.

00:34a.m. | yoichi ♡ : i know you don’t want to talk to me right now

I’m coming over

- read at 00:38a.m.

00:39a.m. | y/n ♡ : gosh, how savvy and perspicacious of you.

- read at 00:39a.m.

00:40a.m. | yoichi ♡ : here in two minutes

- read at 00:41a.m.

You turned off your phone, completely mad. You clearly didn’t want to talk to him right now, especially this late. He couldn’t care less about you when he was playing on the field; and now, surprisingly, he knew that he fucked up and he regretted it ? Please. You decided to spend the night elsewhere, at your parents, since they were the only ones responding in the middle of the night - they were probably watching a movie at home and were a bit surprised to see you texting them a "hey, can I come over ? got an issue at home" text out-of-the-blue. As you exited your bedroom with a bag filled with spare clothes, you’re met by a raven-haired man, panting, still in his blue jersey, preventing you from leaving the house. He grabbed your waist when you tried to walk past him.

"Isagi, let me go."

"Love, listen. What I did was selfish, I know, it was a terrible mistake."

"So tell me, Isagi, when did you feel regret ? When you stood me up or when I texted you back, making it clear that I was upset ?"

"Actually, from the very first moment my foot landed on the field. But that doesn’t change anything, it’s still shitty of me, and i-"

"But it changes everything, in fact. So, you could’ve turned around. You could’ve joined me at this restaurant, like you promised me, no ? But you didn’t. So you just lied right in front of my face. How bold of you."

He felt like suffocating. You were right. He should’ve refused to play the match, even if there were the most talented players in the world; because you were his lover, goddamnit. He knew you were insecure, because he was rather absent, and he should’ve came to the date he promised to take you to. He was busy with Blue Lock, neglecting you in the process and not setting aside enough time to reassure you like he was supposed to. He wanted you to slap him, to punch him, as hard as you could; he wanted to suffer physically. It was easier to bear physical pain than to handle the mental distress he was in.

"But no, my sweet boyfriend Isagi Yoichi decided to stood me up to play some random game as if he’s not always away from me all the damn time."

"I don’t know why I did that, honestly. It was stupid, and I’m deeply sorry. You know that I love you a lot, right ? You’re the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to loose you because I’m too immature to think before I-"

"Am I even enough for you ?"

You were losing patience, your tone now sharp, trying to bite away the tears from falling.

"Obviously you are, darling. You are more than enough, and you deserve so much better than me."

He hurried to say, his hands coming to your cheeks, gently stroking them with his thumbs. The concerned look on his face grew rapidly in a desperate, frightened one.

"That doesn’t feel like it. If it was the case, you’d have turned around. Soccer had always been your main interest, and I’ve always been the second. I don’t want to be with a guy that prefers a sport to his own partner."

ISAGI YOICHI had never experienced so much fear in a lapse of time this short. His heart skipped multiple beats - maybe it stopped completely, heavy. He heard the blood rushing in his veins, in his ears, as if the pulsations were the applause of a whole stadium; it was deafening. His breath hitched, goosebumps painting themselves on his clothed arms. Don’t go.

The choice was all yours, now.

↳ Your mind kept telling you that he wasn’t feeling any regret, that he wasn’t really sorry. If this situation presented itself again, he would pick the same decision, leaving you alone, completely by yourself in this stupid restaurant, below the pitiful looks of the waiters, probably whispering at each other who could even stood you up like that. He put distance in your relationship since weeks, months even, ghosting you when he was too tired to send you at least one text to let you know that he loved you still. Regardless of his lack of attention towards you, he wasn’t even capable of respecting his own promises, as he might prefer to play soccer with his friends as usual. And you were just there, always waiting for him, in every situation, waiting for him to come home with a warm smile and a good dinner, sharing kisses, hugs and cuddles on the couch, disappointed when he was reminding you that he’d be gone again in two or three days to return to Blue Lock. You were tired of it. It wasn’t even a relationship at this point.

"I’m not a toy you can play with for some time and then abandon like it’s nothing. My patience is not infinite."

"I never said that. It was an opportunity I couldn’t miss, and I wasn’t enough thoughtful to realize about the consequences of my actions. I just hope you can forgive me for it."

You pushed his wrists away from your face, glaring at him coldly, not wanting to cry for him. You took your bag and walked past him successfully this time, opening the door without giving him a single glance; just stopping in your tracks as you reached the doorknob.

"Goodbye, Isagi. I hope you’ll become the player you desired to be for so long."

You were his motivation, the person he wanted to make proud, the person he wanted to impress when showing his new capacities and his strength. The person he wanted to come home to, everyday, as lovesick as the day before. But now, the tears were flowing silently on his cheeks, as he couldn’t process what he saw. You, closing the door behind yourself, leaving him without any chance of coming back. Because you sincerely realize how much you love someone when you actually lose them.

↳ You tried to push him away, in a faint attempt to show how much you hated him right now. But he just stared at you, his gaze never fading, and he tilted your chin up with his hand. The other went straight to your waist, pressing you against him. Your eyes and his met; and you swore you’ve never saw a fonder look in your entire life. Orbs filled with pure love and softness, enamoured unpronounceable words, a silent plea begging your forgiveness. He leaned and kissed you gently, carefully. When he finally broke the kiss, he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, pressing multiple kisses on the back of your hand without breaking the eye contact you both were sharing.

"You deserve someone better, honey. And I want- no, I will become this someone, that will love you properly. I promise you this - and if I break this promise, I swear, you can kill me however you like, it’s up to you."

You bit back a chuckle, amused by his words; but on the depths of your heart, you were fully aware that he was genuine.

"I’ll never disappoint you again. You’re the love of my life, I couldn’t handle loosing you. I’m sorry for what I did, again. I’m an asshole. Really."

He kissed your forehead with so much tenderness, a tenderness you missed during his long absence. He peppered kisses on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, as if you were going to slip away from him. He whispered something else, not daring to break the eye-contact,

"I’d rather watch the whole world burn and experience an endless suffering that having you leaving me for good."

NAGI SEISHIRO tried everything. After multiple unanswered calls and messages left on “seen”, he noticed that you’ve blocked him. He sighed, staring at his ceiling. Was it the end ? He tried to forget you, he really did. He tried to convince himself that you weren’t this important. He tried to wake-up each morning without searching for you underneath the sheets, only to find a cold bed next to him. Occupying his thoughts with games, movies, series, even soccer, wasn’t enough anymore. He needed you in his arms, and he was willing to do every single thing imaginable to get you back.

You were at one of your friend’s apartment, enjoying some time with her watching your favorite series. She left the couch to get you a drink, mumbling a quick "pause the episode, I don’t wanna miss it" before hurrying to the kitchen. You smiled, and did as she asked; until you heard a knock on the door. You frowned.

"You ordered take-out ?", you called your friend from the couch, questionably.

"Nah, I didn’t. Told you we were going to one of my friends’ restaurant this evening."

She came back from the kitchen, two glasses filled in her hands, her brows furrowed. She put them on the table, glancing at the door.

"Who is it then ?"

"Don’t know. Wait, be right back.", she quickly turned around, walking towards the door, and opening it slightly. Her face went blank in approximately 2 seconds, and she gulped.

"Um.. Well, that’s awkward."

You couldn’t hear correctly what your friend said to the stranger; you could only hear a low voice, that sounded awfully familiar. So, you decided to get up, trying to get a peek of the tall figure standing in the corridor.

Your eyes widened.

The series was long forgotten on the screen, the voices echoing between the walls, as you stared, dumbfounded, at him.

Seishiro.

Your friend shifted uncomfortably, deciding to leave you both alone for some privacy as she promptly went to her room. You didn’t know what to say. What to think. But the dark bags under his eyes, that looked stern and empty, his hair even more messy than before, gave you relatively an idea of how the two passed weeks had been for him.

"What are you even doing here, Nagi ?"

Ouch. The use of his name instead of his first name was abysmal; but a relieved sigh escaped from his lips. Finally. Your voice. It sounded so much better than your voicemail, that he had listened every night after you left him in your shared apartment.

"I’m sorry. I- I’m really, fucking sorry for what I did. I miss you, Y/N. I can’t-"

"Nagi, stop. I can’t do this right now."

You cut him instantly, trying to close the door. Well, trying, because he refrained you from doing so, laying his whole strength on the door to keep you from leaving him again.

"Please, Y/N, at least, hear me out."

His voice was pleading, begging even; as much as your heart broke with his wobbly words, you didn’t know what to think, what to say. You bit your inside cheek, wondering what to do, now that he was so close to you, after all this time.

NAGI SEISHIRO looked at you dead in the eye, his own blackish orbs watering at the sight of your frame standing in front of him. His hand wandered to your cheek, his fingertips almost grazing your smooth skin that he missed so bad, as if you were made of real porcelain. Porcelain that he’d break with only one feather touch. So he held back.

"I missed you so much," his voice broke, approaching you hesitantly. "So fucking much. I’m sorry for neglecting you and taking you for granted all the time, I’m sorry I didn’t give you the attention you deserved, the attention you needed. I need you to come back to me. I can’t live without you, baby."

Forgiving him was a tough choice. Your heart was aching at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks. You’ve never seen Nagi cry before, at least, not cries of pain. But he hurt you, he really did. These two weeks were just obnoxious to him, but they were worse to you. Seeing his texts, his calls, deciding to block him anyway - it was laborious, to say the least, because your feelings for him were still there, haunting your mind constantly, day and night.

The choice was all yours, now.

↳ How could you just forgive him like that ? After all he did ? Sure, you meant a lot to him, but did you mean more than anything else ? You were always second, never the first, and it became clearer each day that passed that you weren’t as important as you thought you would be for him. He didn’t even made time for you in his oh-so-important schedule, focusing on soccer and his fucking games, hanging out with his friends who knows where, instead of you. He chose it. It wasn’t random. You weren’t his priority at all. Sitting patiently on the couch, staring at the door with this constant lovesick gaze, waiting for him to return to finally go on your well promised date. But he never returned. And you weren’t going to return either. It was enough.

"You know what ? You were the first thing in my mind, everyday. You always have been the first person I was thinking of in whatever situation I was in. The only voice I wanted to hear, the only person I wanted to see, the only gaze I wanted to get lost in - now don’t tell me you feel the same."

"I do-", but you immediately cut him off, anger taking the best of you.

"You’re a freaking liar. What’s the next step, uh ? You’re going to promise me you’ve changed ? You think I’m stupid or something ? I’m not naive, Nagi, I’ve never been your priority and I’ll never be."

"You don’t understand, Y/N. I’ve been busy, you’re right, but give me a second chance. I promi- I’ll not make the same mistake again, that’s for sure. I realized that you were extremely important to me, more important that I’d like to admit actually, I can’t bear seeing you without me at your side, it just hurts too much. I’m just asking for a second chance."

"As much as it hurts to say, it’s over. I’m not going to give you a second chance when I knew damn well that it’ll not change anything. If you needed time to process your love for me, I’m definitely going to give you time to process it even more."

His eyes widened when he saw you slowly closing the door, in a faint attempt of ending the discussion.

"No, wait, I beg-"

"Move on. It won’t be so difficult anyway, spend some time with your friends and your games, you’ll soon forget about me."

He was now staring at the wooden door of the apartment, tears streaming down his features. He lost you for good this time. And he finally understood how it felt to receive the same treatment that he gave you; to be abandoned by your lover when you needed them the most.

↳ Seeing him in tears didn’t really help your case. Your heart burnt, and you soon felt yourself tearing up, your vision blurred. You let out a broken sob, to which he responded with a call of your name - desperate, probably as broken as your cries - and he embraced you tightly, his nose nuzzling on your neck, sighing when he finally touched you, melting in the loveable hold he wished to feel again. He kept repeating the same apologies, the same confessions of love, hoping it’d soothe your tears.

"I don’t want to hurt you ever again," he mumbled, stroking the back of your hair gently, "I’ll never hurt you ever again.", he assured with a shaky voice.

He kissed your temple softly, still holding you close to him, your head resting on his chest.

"It’ll be the last time I’ll ever put something above you. You’re the most important thing to me - I can’t live without your presence near me all the time. I’m sorry I just realized that I needed to tell you this now. I should’ve known you deserved to hear it properly,"

"You’ll be my highest priority from now on, as it should’ve been from the very beginning, angel."

BACHIRA MEGURU was anxious. At first, he decided to give you space. He hated arguments with you, always trying to avoid them, and he thought that distancing himself might help the situation. Spoiler alert, it didn’t. Sweaty palms grabbing his phone, and immediately turning it off, utterly incompetent. He didn’t want to argue, to entertain a conflict with you; he prefered your smiles and your soft giggles in tickle fights. He missed them. The sound of your hard laughs, the look of your teasing grins. However, he couldn’t bring himself to text you, nor to call you, afraid that you’d pronounce a dry "it’s over". He couldn’t handle the pain, and avoiding it wasn’t the best idea to fix the issue. Meanwhile, it had been 3 weeks, you were now nearly convinced that your relationship with him had come to an end. No texts, no calls, no attempts to see you, you founded it weird, but you didn’t question it. It worried you a bit, yeah, but you weren’t going to chase after him if he didn’t want to talk about it. You were more hurt than worried; after all your moments together, the shared memories and the heavy feelings, he just moved on this easily ? Even though it was totally his fault ? You just scoffed when your friends asked about him, hiding your devasted state behind a mocking tone, saying it was probably over now. You waited for a message all the time, staring at the screen, angry fat tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration. What an asshole.

"You never texted them ? Bachira, are you crazy ?"

Isagi exclaimed, in utter shock. They were in his bedroom, Isagi was sitting on his bed, unable to process what Bachira just told him. The usually joyful man paced around, his face in his hands.

"I- I didn’t know what to say ! I fucked up really bad this time, I was scared of losing them."

"Man, you definitely lost them now. It’s been 3 weeks, you should’ve said something earlier !", Isagi replied, nearly strangling himself in desbelief.

"I know. What should I do ?"

"Bachira..", he sighed, biting his lip in despair, "it’s probably too late now. They’re most likely thinking that you don’t love them anymore or that you moved on."

"But I didn’t ?", Bachira whined when Isagi stood up and smacked his head, annoyed. Isagi mumbled something inaudible, probably about his naivety or his stupidness, again.

"But that’s what it looks like, bro. You stood them up, and they got no news from you, don’t be stupid. Everyone would think the same thing."

Bachira gulped. He was right. And without hesitation, he ran away from his home, heading towards your place, in hope you would accept his apologies. He never sprinted this fast in his entire life, his muscles burning, his ankles aching from the impact of his feet against the stiff concrete of the streets he was running in. The road seemed even longer than usual, and when he finally arrived on your doorstep, he was panting, his hands shaking as he hesitantly knocked. He felt nauseous. Emotions overwhelmed him when he finally saw your form opening the door with a worried look.

"Meguru ? What are you even doing here ?"

He immediately took you in his arms, his head buried in the crook of your neck, breathing-in your comfortable scent, relieved. You yelped in surprise, not reciprocating the hug.

"I missed you so much."

He muttered, still trying to catch his breath. You frowned, surprised by his presence.

"It had been 3 weeks, Meguru. It’s a bit late to come here."

"I know. I should’ve come earlier. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please, forgive me ? I promise I won’t do it again !"

BACHIRA MEGURU didn’t want to let go of you, choosing to hold you even tighter, letting his tears soak your shirt. He couldn’t care less about crashing your bones with just arms; if it was possible, he’d live in your skin. That seemed creepy, to say the least, but he enjoyed over-proximity with you, and he couldn’t bear to be apart from you anymore.

The choice was all yours, now.

↳ After 3 weeks, seriously ? You pushed him off of you, clearly not amused by his whines. You just felt anger, disappointment, embarrassment.

"Meguru, you left me alone for 3 weeks straight, and now you’re coming unannounced as if it was actually common ?"

"You don’t understand, Y/N !! I was too anxious of your reaction after our argument. I didn’t know how to deal with the guilt I felt, I didn’t know how to apologize properly.."

"No, you don’t understand. You really think that ghosting and ignoring people as if they never existed was a solution ? I should be the one to do that, not you. You’re always avoiding conflict and I’m so sick of it."

"I know-"

"No, you don’t !", you sneered, taking a long breath to soothe your nerves, "You never did. You haven’t remembered our anniversary - and it’s not the only thing you’ve forgotten along the way. You never took our conversations seriously, you never put any attention in our memories and our celebrations for them. I don’t want to be with someone who’s not even capable of being mindful of our important moments together and of our special dates. If it’s not important to you, alas, it is for me. I won’t give up another thing, especially if it’s something that is dear to me."

"It’s important for me, I swear. I just don’t know how to show it correctly."

"Then learn. But you can count me out."

You opened the door, leaving a broken Bachira behind, reaching after you. But you turned to stop him, giving him a quick nod, a silent no. The weak smile on your face shushed the golden-eyed boy. And he understood.

"I wish you the best, Meguru."

↳ You bit your inside cheek. Always giving promises he couldn’t keep, with a beam and butterfly kisses. And as much as you loved him, you didn’t know if you could tolerate it again, if your heart could handle another betrayal.

"You’re always promising the same things, but you’re never actually changing.", you argued.

"I can. I know I disappointed you, and you have every right to be upset. I’m trying my best, learning to manage my feelings and my habits is hard and tough, but I’ll do it for you. I’m really trying, Y/N,", he said, his voice breaking slightly, "I’m not used to this. It’s- you’re my first love, and I really hope you’ll be my last. I don’t have any experience in terms of relationships. If dates are important to you, I’ll make all the efforts in the world to make them special and memorable. I want to grow old with you, so please, give me one last chance to prove you that I’m worth it."

You hesitated for some seconds. He wasn’t the type to lie, and right now, he sounded strangely serious. It felt out-of-character, but you needed it to actually make up a decision.

"Fine. But it’s your last chance.", you finally whispered,

"Yes ma’am. Trust me on this one, I’ll make you proud of my work."

He sighed, relieved, immediately peppering your face with kisses. You giggled, trying to push him away.

"Gosh, I missed this sound. Oh- and I’m taking you on a date after; that’s the least I can do. I love you to the moon and to saturn, Y/N. Thank you for everything."

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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BLUE LOCK - Masterlist - 09. 09. 2023

Team kindness

Reblog of chibi Gagamaru

"Yo, she's a pro." (various x reader)

"Yo, she's a pro." ...part two

"Yo, she's a pro." ...part three

"Yo, she's a pro." ...part four

"Yo, she's a pro." ...part five

Meeting them for the first time (Rin, Sae, Barou, Kaiser)

Bf headcannons with Leonardo Luna !

Blue Lock as a ballroom dancing AU?

Blue Lock's types?! ...part 1 (Chigiri, Bachira, Barou, Kunigami)

Blue Lock's types?!...part 2 (Rin, Sae, Oliver, Kaiser, Karasu)

"Lemme quit my job for ya...." (Oliver x female reader smut)

"____, look. at. me!" (Kaiser x genderneutral reader)

"You belong to me." (s/o getting hit on with Sae and Kaiser)

"You belong to me." part two (Rin, Barou, Karasu)

Prince Rupert's drops (Karasu x reader smut)

"That's my boyfriend!" (kaiser, sae, rin as bf)

"I think I'm in love with you!" (kaiser, rin, barou, sae and karasu)

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kirschteinoir · 2 years

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play along.

toji fushiguro x reader.

❝ his arm slides easily down to your waist to claim it as its new home and he pulls you flush to his side. stooping slightly so he’s within whispering distance, the close proximity causes you to shiver.

“play along. i’ll explain everything in a minute, ‘k darlin’?”since you weren’t really in a position to object, you decided to obey and play along.❞

after a long day of class, the cherry on top comes in the form of being followed home. with no music and a dead phone, a handsome stranger swoops in to save your ass (and maybe invite you out for dinner at the end of it.)

wc; 2550, genderneutral pronouns are used but he calls you doll/angel/darling! also includes descriptions of anxiety but no actual panic attack.

usually, you'd never have let it get this far.

you’re bright, sharp. always aware of your surroundings before they are aware of you and never one to let such a fatal detail slip your mind; even on the worst of days you powered through to the end, falling asleep satisfied and excited for the new day.

today, however, was worse than your worst days.

nine hours of lectures and supervisions and work (with not a drop of caffeine in your system until it was far too late - the coffee shop you often frequented had closed due to a leak or something and it had entirely set your morning off on the wrong foot) scraped dully at your knife of a brain, rendering it completely useless for its function by five in the evening. you were desperate to go home to your overpriced city apartment with it’s ventilation that chose only to work on 2-3 business days (and the repair man would obviously not be at work for the rest of the week) and the sink you used to clean both your teeth and your dishes to taper it once again into a fine blade with the incredibly effective sharpening stone known as ‘a hot meal and your favourite show on netflix’.

maybe…pasta. pasta sounded really good right now.

you stepped out of your last lecture for the day into the brisk march evening. spring was on the brink of bursting over into the reservoir of mother nature and yet the infrequent bluster nipped at your exposed cheeks and rubbed your ears red and raw. so you snuggle further into your coat and fly down the steps of your lecture hall, weaving through the mass of students also finished for the day.

it was as if by magic your energy had dissipated the moment you’d leapt off of the last step and reached the gate that would lead you out of campus towards freedom. all at once you felt the day’s fatigue deliver a fatal blow to your solar plexus; you draw in a sharp breath, letting it sit on your tongue before pushing it out in a heavy sigh after mulling it over in your lungs for a moment. your shoulders suddenly acknowledge the weight of your bag and you know the coffee you’d had with your soggy sandwich at lunch has officially worn off.

to make matters worse your phone had died just a little over 10 minutes ago and of course you’d left your charger at home. you knew the battery was unpredictable on a good day; in that moment you vow to take it into a shop at the next chance available.

and so, completely alone with your thoughts, you begin walking home.

wow, had the walk always been this long? usually your songs blended into each other, serving as an idyllic distraction until you were fiddling with the lock of your front door. today, however, felt different: not a soul was out at a time that was usually bustling and the sky was darkening into an ugly murky grey-blue, possibly the teasing tells of a storm. your throat began to close and you had to clear it too many times than socially acceptable in one minute to prevent a coughing fit. your hands, which normally slotted themselves comfortably in your pockets as you bopped along to the beat of your favourite song, were now wringing themselves in front of you. you observed your own deft fingers sliding over your knuckles, reddened by the cold, only to pull back and repeat the motion all over again. not only was your pacing irregular, you found that you had to stop yourself tripping a few times too. unusual for someone who’d walked this route so many times that the cracks and uneven spots in the path were engraved into your brain.

and then it hit you: you were nervous.

but this nervousness was different to when you had to showcase your presentation in front of your supervision group during your first week of university. it wasn’t like the time in high school when your crush brushed past you in the hallways between classes and you’d hoped they would stop and say hello. no, this was a primitive kind of nervousness - an instinct that evolution had not yet succeeded in removing. the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your skin prickled with the electricity of a thousand neurones firing beneath your skin.

quick, slow your breathing. steady your pace. get as much oxygen into your lungs as possible. somewhat stiffly, you hastened down the street past the smattering of independent shops that had closed for the day.

something makes you falter and your next step is jerky and uncoordinated. had your anxiety finally gotten the better of you?

it’s so slight, a noise carried by the wind towards your heightened sense of hearing. a second set of footsteps.

internally you shut down. you’d heard stories of this happening and you found yourself praying, borderline begging, to make it home tonight. your neck was paralysed with fear and you didn’t have the heart to turn around, your mind running rampant with all the possible outcomes of this scenario.

you were still pretty far from your place. a good ten minutes of a brisk walk along the shortest path, maybe even fifteen if you were unlucky. your usual route was a corn maze of back alleys and unfavourable night time establishments and so you contemplated the longer but more populated route through the city centre. you might even be able to find the police station and scare this person away.

but you reeeeeeally wanted to go home.

while you marched on with ragged breathing, your thoughts had unintentionally distracted you at the wrong time; you never even heard him approach and you were far too busy muttering under your breath to clock the warm hand that rested lightly on your shoulder.

everything about his presence overwhelmed you. whoever this person was kept extremely fit and was definitely above average height. his gait was strong and menacing, like he knew exactly who he was and that no one would ever be able to cross him. he easily fell in time with your awkward pace, casting a shadow over you so strong that you thought you’d suddenly shut your eyes: he entirely blocked out the now-setting sun. his bicep was about the size of your head and subsequently this was all you could see as you craned your neck up at the person who had caught up to you. your momentum of your stride stuttered in shock but his firm grip forced you to keep walking.

“hey baby, you told me to wait for you at your lecture. whatcha doin’ out here, hm?”

the grittiness of his voice did nothing to stop the confusion spreading through your mind, poisoning any coherent thought you might’ve had. it was nice, with a deep timbre and certainly some authority behind it.

“babe?” he says, a little louder. it’s extremely forced and his eyes slink over your frame as his eyebrows shoot up a little, urging you to respond.

when you still don’t, his arm slides easily down to your waist to claim it as its new home, and he pulls you flush to his side. stooping slightly so he’s within whispering distance, the close proximity causes you to shiver.

“play along. i’ll explain everything in a minute, ‘k darlin’?”

since you weren’t really in a position to object, you decided to obey and play along.

“oh hey babe! sorry, i didn’t see you waiting so i just decided to walk home anyway!” a nervous laugh slips past your lips and you cringe at the sound that hangs in the air between you and these two strangers.

basically being tucked under his arm, you couldn’t turn your head to see if the person following you had pissed off yet. after a beat, you felt the muscles by your temples flex and you assumed your saviour was doing the job for you. you feel him exhale and the muscles relax (wow, they’re still so tense in a resting state?!) and he finally lets you go. you almost whine, the warmth of his chest by your face favourable now that the temperature was steadily declining into the night.

“phew, sorry doll. must’ve scared’ya real bad.”

you sort of liked the sound of this new nickname and this caused a lot of mental emotional conflict.

now that there’s space between the two of you, you take a real good look at his features under the harsh white streetlights.

oh boy, he’s hot.

he’s definitely much older than you, judging by the faintest of wrinkles around his temples and forehead. his hair was jet black, hanging over sullen eyes moulded into a permanent glare. speaking of his eyes, even as he glanced down at you you could see how violently green they were - like rough jade against black velvet; you lingered on them for a little too long, missing how he suppresses a smirk at your obvious ogling. your gaze drifts towards a raw line that cuts the right side of his lips, just ghosting the edge. the skin was pinkish and taut and you wondered exactly what kind of person he is to have gained such a scar. even in the abnormal march weather he was dressed simply, a tight black shirt stretched over a strong set of pecs and abs. you drank in the view hungrily, not even caring that he was in such little clothing on such a cool evening.

“you done starin’ yet?” he meant it with no malice (and maybe a hint of amusement) but you felt yourself flush.

“relax, doll. i’m not here to hurt’ya. that dude,” he looks both ways, checking that the person who’d been tailing you really had slunk back into the grimy shadows. “had been followin’ you ever since i’d been behind him. and anyone could tell you were real panicked, so i just did my best to help.”

he sounded…shy? you could almost laugh that this hunky dilf of a man was shy to admit he’d done a noble thing and possible saved your life, despite scaring you out of your wits in the process. you let out an airy laugh and you swear his eyes soften a little as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers. a trick of the light, perhaps?

“thank you so much, really. what’s your name?”

the man hesitates. “…toji.”

you introduce yourself to him cordially. “nice to meet you, toji.”

he clears his throat and breaks eye contact the second his name leaves your lips.

“ahem… anyway, where do you live? i’ll walk’ya the rest of your way home. or to wherever you’re goin’.”

at first you want to object. but weighing out your pros and cons, letting this man walk you home might be the best option to get to your bowl of hot pasta quicker.

“i only live a few minutes from here now. you can just drop me off at the end of my street, if that’s okay.”

not one to speak more than necessary, toji grunts in approval.

you walk on in comfortable silence. he occasionally whistles to see his breath cloud in the air and rarely looks at you but he can see you writhing about in his peripheral vision and he smirks.

“got somethin’ you wanna ask, doll?”

ah, he caught you. well, you might as well spit it out: who know’s if you’d ever see him again anyway?

“why’d you…y’know… do it though?” one. two. three heartbeats passed. “do what?” suddenly he was defensive. you quickly backtracked, trying to rectify your accusatory tone.

“no! don’t get me wrong, i’m beyond grateful that you stepped in. but i’m just curious as to why. most people would mind their own business, pretend they never saw anything…” you trailed off, unsure of why you had brought it up in the first place. you could’ve just swallowed down the kind gesture and left it at surface-level. but something about this stranger drew you to him. the way he looked down at you like you were made of glass with those bottomless forest green eyes. or the way he was still so close to you, even though there was no longer a need to be. you liked how he towered over you, shielding you from the scummy reality of the world.

he felt safe and dangerous all at once. like someone not to be messed with, but who also tempted you into trying.

toji’s lips curve downwards slightly, as if he wasn’t really sure why himself. in the end, he just shrugs his shoulders. “honestly, ‘m not sure. just felt like i had to. and i’m glad i did.”

his resoluteness softens your heart and you feel yourself involuntarily beaming.

“well, i’m glad you did too!”

toji once again averts his gaze from your pure, innocent smile and exhales ever so slightly.

before you knew it, your street was upon you. for the first time that day, you felt reluctant to go home. you’d be alone, for one, and your apartment was truly a miserable place to be lonely in. deep in thought, you furrow your eyebrows and glance forlornly in the general direction of your complex.

toji notices this, unfamiliar with the heaviness in his heart at the thought of possibly never seeing you again. despite the sinking feeling, he knew he’d be overstepping his boundaries and nudges your shoulder gently.

“this you?” does he sounds kinda dejected, or is your tired mind playing tricks on you?

“…yeah.”

you make no move towards home and loiter under the harsh glow of a nearby streetlamp. toji turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, secretly grateful to be in your presence for just a while longer. you avoid all contact out of awkwardness, flushing furiously. a full minute passes before toji inhales sharply.

“so… this is a bit weird, but i was on my way to pick up some stuff for dinner. and y’know, your place is in the opposite direction of the supermarket,” he mumbles, his hands shoved deeply into his trouser pockets so that they wouldn’t betray his heart and reach out towards your soft skin, angelic under the light. for the first time in a long while, he was nervous.

your mind seems to have sharpened during the walk home as you catch wind of what he’s trying to say and you can’t stop the hopeful look that glitters in your eyes as you look up to meet his gaze.

he was staring right at you already.

“i was wonderin’ doll… if you’d maybe wanna grab dinner together? i’ll pay, as an apology for scarin’ ya. but if you’ve already eaten, that’s oka-“

“i would love that. what do you fancy?”

he’s taken back by your enthusiasm but it calms his heart a little nonetheless.

“hmm… how about italian? pasta is practically callin’ my name right now.”

now, every week, you meet toji for dinner at the end of your 5PM lecture and walk into town with your hands entwined and your hearts only a few steps behind.

about me.

#toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #Toji #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #toji headcanons #toji imagine #toji oneshot #toji zenin #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #fushiguro #toji x you #boyfriend toji fushiguro

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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Could you do the gift series for Shinso?

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! 🤍 I would love to do this one, he’s actually one of my favorites! 🤭🤍I did take this in a different direction from my past ones. It’s more so a concept then gift but I do like it. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted tho. OH the reader also their ears pierced - if you don’t just imagine them(the earrings) as being magnet ones! Feel free to leave request!

💝Gifts To and From🐈‍⬛

Hitoshi Shinso x GenderNeutral Reader

Part 4, 3, 2, 1 FLUFFF

I feel like he would buy you mittens. They would be soft, thick, and warm. Like you can tell they’re expensive by just the look of them. They're wool, with soft insides. They’re indigo, that beautiful dark purple-blue with black stitching..

Shinso is an underground hero, he takes night patrols quite often and notices you on those nights. You’ll walk his route, stopping by a certain bus stop to see him. He’s scared you a few times, his capture weapon wrapping around your mid section before you’re enclosed in his arms.

There was one instance he tried to pull the spider man kiss thing- yeah no that didn’t work out well. His scarf, which was wrapped around his leg and arm- unraveled. You heard an ‘oof’ and then saw him on the ground, sitting with his scarf around him.

He realized then, when your icey hands touched his face, that he needed to get youmittens

Shinso also likes to get big- like huge - sweatshirts. It’s an inside joke- one you're still kinda embarrassed at. It was back when you both were still at UA. You hadn’t slept in days and where so dazed that you didn’t notice your boyfriend wasn't under a huge blanket, no- it was an oversized sweatshirt. (The one you order him- in the wrong size) Shinso, to his credit, did put his hands on your shoulder to try and push you off, saying:

“Kitten I don’t think-“

“Herg!” You had protested,m.

You only realize your mistake when you could get your head threw the top of the blanket... but you had been to exhausted to care at that moment. You just collapsed on his toned chest, your cheek pressing into his pec. His hands ran over your back. “Huh, tired kitten? Don’t worry, you can stay there. Actually, it's kind of comfortable.” Your arms wrapped around his toned body as you fell asleep.

Nowadays though, with the size of his body(specifically his chest and arms in this case) it’s frickin HARD to find a sweatshirt that can fit both of you. With either you laying on him or the other way around. So when he does find one, it’s exciting.

You make his heart beat so fast when you lay against him like that.

You’re so close.

You trust him- you talk to him

His Lock Screen, to your horror, is a picture of you inside his hoodie. Your face smushed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you sleep. He took the picture from the top, having to angle his phone in the neck hole to get it. He knows you don’t exactly like it- but you stopped saying anything when he told you why he had it as his Lock Screen.

“I like seeing you every time I check my phone. No matter what message I get, I get to see your pretty face kitten. It makes it better.”

Shinso also has a thing for jewelry. It's a way to express himself more. He hid his style and personality a lot in his early days at UA. A powerful fear and disgust about being called a villain… especially since his style is less then bright and pastel-y he never really learned his likes and dislikes in fashion and self-expression.

It started with rings: you watched him pick them up and try them before leaving the booth that was selling them. You got him those.

He didn’t take them off.

You also got him a shiny obsidian ring as well. The words ‘I Love You’ engraved on it.

You smiled at him, the sweet, bright smile when he bought himself his first set of string bracelet. You grabbed his wrist later on that night when: “They look really nice on you Shin.” You had said, kissing his inner wrist. Yeah, he turned beat red- but damn he felt… confident? Good?

You motivated him- and kinda forced him to go through with it when he told you he wanted to get his ears pierced. He had wavered a bit at the door to the pricing place.

He and you have a matching set of clay cat earrings you got him. They’re orange tabby cats with little googly eyes. Your Home Screen is of you, hanging on his shoulders. Your faces are pushed together so the camera can get your matching earrings.

You asked him a couple of months about what he wanted for his birthday… he told nothing. You got him the best gift- you gave him was your support and love. Without that…. He never would have grown.

#bnha shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha headcannons #shinso fluff #bnha fluff #bnha fanfiction #💝gifts to and from💝#💝#fluff #bnha x reader #bnha requests #request #🪴request/ questions🪴

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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☀️ Masterlist ☀️

Welcome to my RDR2 dump ! You'll find shitposts and one-shots as well as some very bad sketches lol

Requests are : CLOSED !

(it might take some time, but I'll do my best :.))

See rules right here !

Current requests under progress :

Headcanons : 4

One Shots : 1

TUTORIALS (easy ways to mod around the game)

How to make your character in story mode (with Rampage Trainer and Outfit Changer) - learn how to partially morph your character into the game with a step by step tutorial (bodyguard option included)

Pose and animation playing for greater shots (with Rampage Trainer) - easy introduction to scenarios and animations along with setup creation (+ a few animations)

INACCURATE DIALOGUES (dialogues using a RDR2 style)

Story characters only

Arthur and John - Existential thoughts by night

Sean's bad jokes

Van der Linde gang welcoming Sean - Addams Family Values quotes

Arthur's night out

John needs to read a field guide

Afterlife : Arthur reunites with Isaac (part 1)

Afterlife : Arthur reunites with Eliza (part 2)

"Jane" Marston (SOON)

OC characters included

Bathtub conversations

Catching snow (SOON)

Saving Kieran (SOON)

RANDOM SHOTS (no dialogues, just random screenshots)

Arthur and OC

Arthur and OC - Dance

Arthur and John on Guarma - 1, 2

OC : Adelaide Andersson

DRAWINGS (yes, I draw, sometimes)

Outlaws and flower crowns (sketch)

Own Character Introduction

RED DEAD ONE SHOTS (and I write stuff too)

Gender neutral reader

Caribbean Blue - Arthur x Reader

Cradle of Forest - anxious Arthur x Reader

Follow the Sun - Arthur x dying Reader

Morgan, you fool - drunk Arthur x Reader

Night owls - Kieran x Reader

Peculiar scents - John x Reader (no ship)

What a Party - drunk Arthur x drunk Reader

Female reader

Angel's tears - sad Arthur x Reader

Fairest of Them All - Arthur x Reader

Heavenly - Arthur x Reader (⚠️+18 ⚠️ - part 2 of Fairest of Them All)

Lonesome Pretty Boy - Arthur x Reader

To his eyes - Arthur x buff Reader

High Fever - sick Arthur x Reader

Thief of my Heart - Mary-Beth x Reader (SOON)

In-game characters

Soon <3

Modern AU

A Man From Another Time - Arthur x GenderNeutral!Reader

Accommodating - Arthur x GenderNeutral!Reader

HEADCANONS

Strong Martial Artist - Female!Reader (Arthur, John, Dutch, Hosea, Sadie, Javier, Charles and Sean)

Beautiful Locks - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles and Mary-Beth)

Peculiar Laugh - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles, Dutch, Mary-Beth, Karen)

Strong Martial Artist 2 - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles, Mary-Beth, Karen, Hosea and Dutch) (SOON)

Clean Shaven - Female!Reader (Sadie, Arthur, Charles, Marybeth and Karen) (SOON)

Turkish Beauty - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles and Mary-Beth, Javier and Karen) (SOON)

Flexible Gymnast - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie and Mary-Beth) (SOON)

QUESTIONS AND REQUESTS (don't hesitate !)

Pictures and Information Requests 📷

Afterlife : Arthur reunites with Eliza (part2)

Own character design edits in story mode

Van der Linde Gang - Addams Family Style

One-Shot Requests 📖

Angel's tears - sad Arthur x Reader

Lonesome Pretty Boy - Arthur x Reader

To his eyes - Arthur x Reader

High Fever - sick Arthur x Reader

Thief of My Heart - Mary-Beth x Reader (SOON)

Headcanon Requests 🖋️

Strong Martial Artist - Female!Reader (Arthur, John, Dutch, Hosea, Sadie, Javier, Charles and Sean)

Beautiful Locks - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles and Mary-Beth)

Peculiar Laugh - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles, Dutch, Mary-Beth, Karen)

Strong Martial Artist 2 - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles, Mary-Beth, Karen, Hosea and Dutch) (SOON)

Clean Shaven - Female!Reader (Sadie, Arthur, Charles, Marybeth and Karen) (SOON)

Turkish Beauty - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie, Charles and Mary-Beth, Javier and Karen) (SOON)

Flexible Gymnast - Female!Reader (Arthur, Sadie and Mary-Beth) (SOON)

#masterlist #yes because I love listing my shitposts #rdr2

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corpsekiller · 3 years

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✝ 𝖨 𝖪𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 (𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖮𝖱𝖲 𝖬𝖸 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖲 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖬𝖨𝖳) — 𝖣𝖠𝖡𝖨

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. 𝖽abi x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. 𝗁urt, comfort, nightmares, mentions of blood and violence

MASTERLIST

Currently thinking about Dabi having a nightmare when he stays over at your apartment for a few days. And it’s nothing new. He can’t remember the last time he had a peaceful slumber, doesn’t believe that he ever experienced a dream that didn’t show him cruel pictures of blood and branded the smell of burned flesh into his mind and by now, he’s used to it. It’s impossible to change what his thoughts evoke once his eyes drift shut and at this point, he’s unfazed, no matter what horror movie begins to play in the depths of his head.

This is different.

Choked whimpers leave his chapped lips and fill the darkened room as his fingers curl into the white linen sheets in a knuckle-whitening grip, fisting the clean fabric in bloodstained hands covered in the stench of copper and smoke. His heart pounds against his ribs, heavy and fast, throws erratic punches against his bones as if his shuddering body would split open and let it run away, so it never has to see the horrors plaguing his mind again.

He mumbles your name like a prayer, a broken plea falling from the mouth of a sinner, hoping that someone will take pity on him, only for this moment, but he receives no answer. No mercy for him, just the torture of watching you go up in burning cerulean rising from his blistered palms to the ceiling of your home in a matter of seconds until there is nothing left but ash and charred bones that once belonged to you. Soot leaves dark traces on your walls and the sofa he’s spent so many nights on is still glowing with blue heat that eats away at the frame while the room around him crumbles to the ground, just like you did.

There’s nothing Dabi can do to stop it and perhaps, that’s the worst about this horrifying dream — he’s fully aware he’s sleeping, but it’s so fucking real and he can’t bring himself to wake up because a part of him genuinely believes he deserves this as some kind of awful punishment for everything he is and ever will be.

And he can’t fucking save you. He can’t protect you because in the end he’s the one who’s killing you and he will never be to be strong enough to fully destroy his quirk. If it keeps ruining his body, it’s going to destroy you too — the only person who made him feel something other than this unbearable thirst for revenge that still overwhelms him whenever he thinks about this unbridled rage in his ribcage and the things he had to endure for fucking years, but you... you changed him. For better or for worse, he isn’t certain about that yet, but he knows he can’t fucking stand the thought of you being taken from him and the constant rewind of his nightmare is the closest to hell he's ever been.

There’s nothing he can do when it starts again.

He's going to throw up. Nausea rises in the pit of his stomach and cold sweat soaks his clothes, but he can’t stop watching this nightmare unfolding in front of him. One second, you look like a deer in headlights, the next moment you lock eyes with him and offer him a gentle smile as if to say that everything is going to be alright. But it never will be and he knows it, he fucking knows he can’t live without you by his side and—

Dabi can see you reach out to him and he tries to pull away, but his body won’t cooperate. He’s trapped behind his eyes and his fists collide with impenetrable brick walls, over and over and over again until his staples split and blood glistens on his bruised knuckles.

His skin heats up. Smoke rises rapidly from the palm of his hand wrapping around your wrist to trap you, searing hot against your delicate flesh and hatred sits in his throat like bile while he watches himself through tunnel vision. There's nothing he can do. Eyes widening, you gasp and squirm in his grasp. Your measly attempt to escape fails, he’s far too strong to let you get away now that he’s caught you right where he wanted you to be.

His quirk ignites.

Dabi jolts awake with a violent scream and tears running down his cheeks, disoriented and engulfed in unwavering darkness. It takes him a few minutes to remember where he is and even then, the tremors relentlessly running through his limbs don’t subside. Untangling his legs from the sweat-drenched bed sheets, he straightens up and adjusts the pillows behind his back until he’s comfortable. The nightmare still sits in his bones, he can feel the unsettling fear in every cell of his burnt body, right underneath his ribs and his heart palpitates behind his lungs like it’s running a fucking marathon through whole Japan.

It’s a miracle you’re still sleeping soundly next to him and he doesn’t want to disturb your slumber, really, but he needs to touch you, feel your skin under his calloused palms to reassure himself that you’re okay. So, his hands glide over the wrinkled blanket to your side of the bed, where you’re supposed to be, yet your place is empty and cold.

It hits him like a kick in the guts. His chest tightens in panic, nausea settles in his stomach and he swears his vocal cords are going to burst as another scream threatens to escape his lungs.

“Dabi? Baby, are you okay?” The door opens with a thud and blinding light floods the bedroom, bright and warm like your voice as you quickly switch on the light and rush through your dorm to crawl into bed. Your hands cradle his face and your thumb caresses the edge of his scars, where metal meets discolored and ivory skin. Relief washes over him and almost instantly, he can breathe again. “I got you. It’s alright, you’re going to be alright... Do you want to tell me what happened? I heard you screaming and—”

Before you get to finish your sentence, he pulls you into a tight hug. His nose brushes over the juncture of your neck as he buries his face in your shoulder and presses himself even closer to you. His fingers claw at your shirt and he holds you as tight as he possibly can to the point where it almost hurts to breathe in his suffocating embrace. You endure it anyway, but Dabi doesn’t fail to notice the quiet wince of pain falling from your lips in a moment of distraction.

Fuck, he holds you too rough, he knows, harsher than you deserve. But he needs to feel you, needs to be sure you’re alive and safe and he isn’t trapped in another nightmare. Words refuse to come to his mind and no apology could ever make up for his mistakes, for his sharp edges and the ugliness of his scars, so he only closes his eyes and lets the fabric slip out of his grasp. Instead, he carefully lifts the hem of your shirt and lets his hands rest on your hips before he runs his fingers over your stomach and counts your ribs on either side, running his thumbs over each bone with hesitant strokes.

“I’m sorry,” he finally mumbles, voice muffled against your chest. Apologies have never been easy for him and he usually doesn’t think much of hypocritical repentance, though this time, it feels right to apologize. Most importantly, he means it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t... It was so real. It was so fucking real and I don’t want you to leave me, please.”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, carding your fingers through the sweat-dampened strands of his raven hair and drawing comforting circles on his back. Dabi can’t comprehend why you’re treating him like he’s something small and fragile because frankly, he doesn’t deserve to be held in caring hands and receive such tender love, yet he finds himself nuzzling into your touch, drowning in your affection and the warmth you offer him like he’s a lost child in search of shelter from the storm. “I would never leave you, okay? I promise.”

And he believes you. That must be trust, he thinks and leans back to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, sealing your promise with a ruthless act of desperate love.

tagging: @nokkusu @sunascumdoll and thank you so much @dilfcifer for reading this and giving me the confidence to post this <3

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hcuyk · 2 years

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- — synopsis ⋆ the transfer student overtakes your position as captain on the swim team right when he's recruited, causing a rivalry to form between the two of you

— - pairing ⋆ swimmer!hyunjae x genderneutral!reader

- — genre ⋆ slice of life, slightly suggestive

— - warnings ⋆ profanities, slightly suggestive

- — word count ⋆ 1.5k

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CHAPTER WRITTEN BY : hvae

The click of the door echoes throughout the hallways of the recreational center when it scans the card you’re holding up to the sensor, providing you entry into the swimming facility. The tranquil ripples from the pools greets you, and the glistening blue of the water reflecting off the ceiling becomes the first thing you notice as you walk in. The second thing that catches your attention is the loud splash that fills the room, crashing its way into your eardrums.

Through the dim lights is a figure submerged in one of the bigger pools of the facility, and the stranger easily resurfaces after his dive with a follow-up freestyle stroke, completely unaware of your newly added presence. As his feet kick against the water, your eyes are busy tracing his every movement. You attempt to make your way over to your undesignated bench as discreetly as possible, eyes unable to remove themselves from the stranger in the pool when you toss your towel aside. Your hands begin to rest on your hips as you watch, chin jutted out as you observe the motions of his arms.

As the captain of the swim team, the pressure to be the best has never faltered in the past two years you’ve been in college. This causes you to grow accustomed to entering the swimming facility early in the morning to practice. Five AM, to be exact, so it’s safe to say that you’re slightly startled by the extra presence in the facility. Though, your facial expression shows no sense of being bothered as all you choose to do is examine the way his limbs work to get him across the pool. The stranger is neither wearing goggles nor a swim cap, leading you to believe that he is just like any other student that attended CKU.

Now, would a regular college student enter the swimming facility at this time of day? Most likely not, but you’ve disregarded any logical reasoning as you’re positive that he isn’t on the swimming team; your swimming team. Unfortunately, the way his strokes easily take him across the pool has yourself nearly convinced otherwise.

When he reaches the end of the wall, his hands clutch the edge with a heaving chest. His momentary break has you spotting a glimpse of the features that have been sculpted onto his face, and not so long after, you’re analyzing his attractiveness as well. It surely helps when he glides a hand through his dark locks, exposing his soaked forehead before hoisting his arm over the gutter, pushing himself out of the water.

No words are shared when your eyes meet, and his sharp eyes have you gulping. His towering figure makes the lanyard feel heavier around your neck, and it’s to the point where you feel as if it would grow tangled with the necklace accompanying it. The pendant connected to the chain glows a beige blue—one that signifies tranquillity—as the stranger approaches you, and you’re able to catch sight of his soulmate jewel on a band around his finger. The jewel illuminates the same color as yours, but you don’t think much of it when he stands next to you.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” he comments nonchalantly, grabbing the towel that sat besides yours.

“And neither was I,” you scoff.

He’s looking at you while he blots his face with the material, eyes refusing to move from you. This causes him to easily catch sight of how you’re taken aback by the sudden closeness of his displayed torso in front of you, making a grin waltz its way onto his lips ever so gracefully. He roughly runs his towel through his hair, scrubbing it while the silence returns.

Meanwhile, you have chosen to take off your lanyard, tucking the membership id into your towel before interrogating him.

“I’m assuming it’s your first time here.”

The bold claim has one of his brow’s arching, slowing his movements.

“What makes you say that?”

“Lucky guess,” you blatantly lie—and he catches it instantly—but you couldn’t have cared less.

Instead of rebutting, he watches as you hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head. The removal of outer clothes has left him completely flustered, especially when you toss the piece of clothing at his chest. His eyes have visibly grown wider with a sense of confusion on what to do, and you’re having a hard time holding yourself back from laughing.

“First time seeing someone ‘strip’,” you outwardly joke. “Or are you just scared of a swimmer in a swimsuit?”

Your taunt visibly has him allured, the poor stranger frozen in his spot as your lips work up a grin of your own.

“It isn’t, in fact,” he mutters, clearly speaking to reassure himself. He clears his throat right after, tossing both his towel and your shirt aside on the bench. “And for your information, I am not scared of a swimmer in a swimsuit.”

His latter claim has him almost snorting at what he’d just said, left in utter disbelief over the effect you have over him.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go for a swim.” You take a few steps backwards as you jab your thumb over to the pool the stranger has just left before diving into the water, not giving him a chance to react.

It takes you a second to open your eyes under the water, adjusting to the blinding lights that illuminated the pool. When you resurface, you somewhat expected the stranger to have left by now, but he resumes to stand in his place, his feet truly rooted to the ground.

You swim up to the edge before bringing your arms over the gutter, and your simple gaze is enough to urge him over.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, slow footsteps making their way over to you.

“I don’t see why not,” you hum in response. The corners of your lips curl into a wicked grin when he dips his toes in the water, clearly hesitant to join you.

Choosing to be playful, you use your feet to kick away from the wall, pushing yourself away from him as he enters the pool. You laugh when you see his face of shock, and eventually he’s swimming after you.

His sheepish demeanor surely diminishes when he has you against one of the walls, trapping you. He’s breathing heavily as he locks his gaze with yours, but his eyes eventually become solely focused on the smirk lingering on your parted lips.

Your glassy eyes are clearly mirroring his, and the next thing you know, the stranger is leaning forward to capture your lips in his.

You comply almost instantly, tossing your arms over his neck as he hooks an arm around your waist, bringing you closer into his embrace. His other hand is gripping onto the edge of the pool, keeping you anchored to the wall behind you.

And for the mere second your lips are locked, the soulmate pendants you both wear are adorned with a blooming shade of pink that goes completely missed.

When he disconnects his lips from yours in order to briefly draw for air, you firmly clasp your hand over the back of his neck, keeping him close. Your head tilts to the side as if to initiate another kiss, but this time he’s quick to part away, dragging his lips down your neck. Passion intertwines with lust as his saliva glides across your skin, his kisses desperately making their way to your shoulder. You’re playing with the wet strands of hair that stood on his nape, breath hitched in your throat.

“Never took you as the type to hook up with the captain of the swim team,” you murmur, tucking strands of hair behind his ear.

“What type do I seem like?” He pulls away from your skin after giving your lips a peck, looking at you with slight curiosity.

You shrug, keeping your arms on his shoulders as you thought. “I’d take you as the shy type. Timid.”

He smiles, but this time, it seems forced. The stranger then scoffs before pulling away immediately after. The pink on your pendant fades and is replaced with a light shade of red: an introduction to anger.

The same shade falls on his ring when you find yourself mirroring his exact expression, eyebrows furrowed as you watch him leave the pool.

“Are you saying I’m wrong?” you ask after trailing his actions, grabbing your towel from the bench to dry yourself off.

He does the same, tossing your shirt back your way whilst avoiding your question all together.

“It’s just—such a shame,” he sighs, clicking his tongue. His response is rather dry, and he’s not even facing you as he slips on his flip flops.

“Huh? What is?”

You watch as he heads for the door, and you're hesitant on what to do, confused over whether your words had pissed him off.

But then he turns around, and out of all the things he could’ve done, he shoots you his infamous, yet also disingenuous, smile—the one that has your heart fluttering for miles—before being utterly stomped on when his response slip past the lips you kissed.

“How you’ll no longer be the captain of the swim team.”

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totebagchiqbarista · 3 years

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can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be?

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend.

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet.

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze.

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

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ghxst-heart · 3 years

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ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ғᴀᴛᴇ ─ ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴍᴀᴋᴏᴠ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: The forbidden romance that (Y/N) and Ethan had chosen to embark upon was perfect before dear sister Kat found out.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None! Just fluff!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Ethan Karamakov X GenderNeutral!Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1k

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) was never one to let someone like Ethan cloud their mind of any thought that wasn’t him. They had been focused on ballet, nothing else mattered before they came to the Australian National Academy of Dance. But, after a few short weeks, the Karamakovs came into their life. The half-sibling dynamic duo swept (Y/N) up and into their wonderful cocoon of privileged ballet life. As the stepson and daughter of the Natasha Willis, Kat and Ethan were living in the height of luxury when it came to ballet. Exclusive backstage passes to every show Natasha was guest-starring in, a natural leg up in any field of the dance world they wanted to go into, whatever they wanted was at their fingertips.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) could have ignored it all, letting their friendship with Kat be more than just a surface attraction to the splendor that came with even knowing the Karamakov siblings, but then Ethan stepped in. He wanted to use (Y/N) in his original choreography, a new piece each week, creating excuses to be with them. Just as (Y/N) was entranced with the Karamakov’s lifestyle, Ethan was entranced by (Y/N)’s existence.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) didn’t mean for it to happen, they really didn’t. It started off as innocent lingering touches in the studio during an after-dark rehearsal, stolen glances across the common room in the dorms, sharing a muffin at the cafe before Kat could arrive. Then came the rehearsals of intense duets, ending chest to chest with one another, lips centimeters apart as their chests heaved with heavy breaths. For a while, (Y/N) could always push themselves away, turning their head and stepping away before they couldn’t resist any longer. Those few weeks between the innocent beginning and the insatiable prohibited romance that had grown to consume (Y/N) were pure hell.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat had one rule when it came to being her friend: Ethan was strictly off-limits.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat didn’t want to deal with the emotional turmoil that came with her friends’ inevitable attraction to her brother, she’d had to face it too many times. (Y/N) understood this, they did, but Ethan was intoxicating. So, because of Kat’s rule, (Y/N) and Ethan decided to keep their relationship a secret until they could find the right time to tell Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The sneaking around was exhilarating at first. Hiding in the shadows under the stairwells after class to steal a kiss as Kat clomped down the stairs above their heads, the adrenaline of getting caught while they pushed their luck as they giggled and continued to kiss kept things interesting. It became a game. A game to see how long they could go, how close they could get, to Kat finding out about them. It had even gone as far as stopping outside Kat’s dorm room one late night, the couple perched against the wall beside her door with their lips locked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like most personal rehearsal nights, (Y/N) and Ethan couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The music had faded into the background as they lost themselves in one another, standing near the frontmost corner of the small studio. Ethan’s strong hands circled (Y/N)’s hips, pulling them in close as (Y/N) wove their fingers into Ethan’s soft golden locks. Their eyes were stuck on his crystalline blue ones, unable to leave his gaze even if they wanted to. They could never get over how clear his eyes were, almost transparent rather than blue in the dim lighting of the studio.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Ethan’s hands started to roam from (Y/N)’s hips to their waist, gently squeezing their skin and pulling at the t-shirt covering their body as he pushed their back against the mirror. Their noses bumped into each other as he did, earning breathless chuckles from the couple as they started to block out anything that wasn’t the other.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We really shouldn’t do this here, Ethan,” (Y/N) sighed, licking their lips as they continued to run the tip of their nose along the length of Ethan’s. They knew that Ethan loved that, and the way his breath hitched when (Y/N) ghosted their lips over his only further proved their point.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Why not?” Ethan’s thick Australian accent was (Y/N)’s weakness, the huskiness of his voice at that moment driving them wild. “Isn’t it more fun when anyone can walk in, exposing our little secret in a single moment?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, their fingers tightened in Ethan’s hair as his hands continued to rub up and down their waist, slowly sliding under their shirt. They had to agree, the thrill of being found out was something they couldn’t pass up. “You’re going to get us in so much trouble.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I can’t get us in trouble without you, sweets.” Ethan softly said, finally closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s in a heated kiss. (Y/N) made a surprised noise and tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to them. Ethan grinned into the kiss, earning the confidence to deepen it by nipping at their bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “How about we take this back to mine?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) paused, their fingertips lightly scratching Ethan’s scalp. It had been a couple of months since (Y/N) and Ethan started dating, and things were moving fast, but not that fast. Did they want to? Were they even ready?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Ethan leaned in and placed another gentle kiss on their lips, his thumbs rubbing small circles on their waist. Every thought in (Y/N)’s mind ceased and they were suddenly nodding, eager to continue what they were doing in the privacy of Ethan’s single room. Another perk of being Natasha Willis’ stepson -- if he wanted a single dorm room, he got one.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎That was how (Y/N) and Ethan wound up in the common room of the dorms, stopping every few feet as they moved through the room to lose themselves in one another. A kiss in the doorway of the common room, then another against the pool table, another against the railing of the stairs, across the door of a first year’s dorm room. It wasn’t until they neared the third year hallway that they realized where they were. Kat’s door was right beside them, cracked open with a Myles Kelly song floating through.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) breathily chuckled as Ethan left a trail of light kisses from their lips to their neck, their head falling to the side and their eyes starting to close blissfully, but they instead met the angry eyes of Kat Karamakov. (Y/N) gasped and shoved Ethan away from them, standing up straight as they blushed under Kat’s glare. How were they going to get out of this one?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

✧─── ･｡ﾟ✧: *.✧ .* :✧. ───✧

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: This was such a cute request, once I started writing it I literally couldn't stop haha. Thank you so much for sending in this request! I'm thinking of maybe making this a two-parter? Like part two would be the fallout of Kat finding out about (Y/N) & Ethan? Let me know!

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Hello! May I please make a request for Oberyn Martell?

Thanks for your time!

Perfect | Oberyn Martell x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hello! :)

Now, I'm not sure whether you meant to ask if you could request for him at all, or if you really wanted to give me so much freedom. Nonetheless, I've written a short piece, which is hopefully to your liking, anon. Requests for Oberyn and any other listed Pedro Pascal characters (on my Pinned Post) are always welcome, indeed.

I really hope you enjoy this! <3

summary; Oberyn watches the sun set with you in his arms.

notes; Domestic; Fluff; Sunsets; Kissing; Cuddling; Declarations of Love.

When he’s finally come back home, it’s already been some time in the evening. It was summer, though, so at least the sun was still casting a golden glow on the world, making it warm and therefore pleasant to sit outside and just listen to the nature all around you. It was beautiful.

It would have been even more beautiful if your love had been sitting there with you on the lounger in the garden the entire time.

Oberyn has been out all day, making appearances and negotiating his terms on things you didn’t care about enough. You’ve missed him a lot.

So when he’s finally stepped over the threshold that separated the garden from the mansion, you smiled, feeling happiness wash over you at the sight of him. He was so gorgeous that it took your breath away, even after all this time.

“Good evening, my love,” Oberyn purred, sitting down next to you on the lounger, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder.

You looked at him, beaming, and returned the greeting, “Good evening yourself, my darling.”

He kissed you passionately, barely having let you finished at all. Of course, you immediately reciprocated the kiss, moaning into it a little. All too soon, he broke it, leaving you wanting for more.

“How’s your day been? I hope you haven’t missed me too much. I apologise for having been gone so long,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through your hair with his left hand.

“It was alright, I’ve just been sitting here and listened to nature’s own music. Has everything gone well for you, my love? You must be tired.” The concern you felt for him was written all over your face.

Oberyn smiled softly and rubbed his nose against yours, making you chuckle quietly. “Everything’s going well, don’t worry. All that is important now is spending time with you before we retire to our chamber.”

Your heart skipped a beat and then swelled. It never failed to take you a little by surprise that he truly cared so much about you. With every fibre of your being, you loved him, always making sure he knew. Knowing that he did the same, easily detectable through the way he treated you so differently from everyone else, made your breath stutter.

“Alright. Are you hungry?”

He shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face, “I’ve had supper with my discussion partners, my apologies.”

You chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “It’s no matter. I’ve already had my fill as well.”

Oberyn hummed and looked up at the sky, “The sun is slowly setting. Would you like to watch it fully set, before we go back inside?”

Biting your lip, you nodded. “That was my plan, yes.”

He kissed you again and you two just shared sweet little kisses for a couple of minutes, the setting sun illuminating you in a warm orange glow by then.

After a couple of minutes, you broke the lock of lips once more. Instead you leaned against him, getting comfortable, as he rested his chin on top of your head. Then you just looked ahead, watching as the sky changed its colours gradually, the sun setting, until it was no more for the night, making way for the moon’s soft, yet bright light, and the stars which were strewn on the dark blue sky.

With Oberyn’s arms around you, his presence enveloping you like nothing else, it was the most perfect moment you’ve experienced in your life thus far.

“I love you, Oberyn,” you whispered into the night’s silence.

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Kissing the top of your head, Oberyn murmured into your hair, “I love you, too, Y/N.”

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arlestial · 6 months

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hi, could i please request nagi, isagi, bachira and chigiri when they forgot a date and accidentally stood up their s/o?

❝Break me like a promise❞

synopsis : Life is sometimes difficult, keeping them busy and away from you; until it turned to take you away from them.

pairing : Nagi Seishiro, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : angst

word count : 2000 words

author-note : Hi !! As I said before, I’ve never been aware of my requests in my ask-box so here I am writing them 1 year after they’ve been given 💀 Sorry for the long wait, hope you still like it :) Took me a lot of time to write for my food wars ask so writing for this one was not my priority at first 😭 If you want a part 2, I’ll gladly do it 🫶🏻 I’ll do Chigiri in another post !! take care of yourself ♡

ISAGI YOICHI was, once again, lost in his thoughts. Soccer was keeping him busier than he’d like admit, sometimes leading to ghosting you for one day or two - but it was rare, fortunately for you. He was the sweetest, really. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, calling you at random hours in the night “just to hear your voice”, murmuring sweet nothings with this tired, hoarse, yet, mesmerizing voice of his. And then, no news for 4 or 5 days, if you were lucky enough. Sometimes, you felt like you were too clingy, too lovey-dovey, but he immediately was shushing your words by peppered kisses on your face, between giggles and intertwined fingers. And then, no news for 5 or 7 days, if you were lucky enough. This has been going on for months, and you were slowly - and painfully - becoming tired of it. You decided to confront him, puzzled by his sudden change of behavior. Was it Blue Lock ? Or you ? Why was he so distant ? One night, you took your phone and called him, concerned, fidgeting with the hem of the oversized shirt he gave you last time he came home.

“Honey ? Hi. What’s up ?”

“Hi, Yoichi. You busy ?”

“’Need to sleep soon, we have a big training tomorrow. Why ?”

“Am I a burden to you, Yoichi ?”

Isagi frowned on the other side of the phone, looking at the screen, as if he was checking he was calling the right person.

“Wait what- you’re speaking nonsense, are you okay ?”

“I am. Do you still love me ?”

“Obviously. Why are you asking me this ? Did I do something bad ?” His voice broke a little, your heart tightening slightly.

“Yeah- I mean, no. It’s complicated. I feel like you’re avoiding me all the time. You’re here, and right after a call or a text, you’re disappearing, ghosting me afterwards. I legitimately don’t understand. Is it my fault ?”

“N-No, not at all ! Blue lock is just keeping me busy, love. You don’t need to worry.”

You don’t need to worry. You never have to worry with Isagi by your side. However, the time, you couldn’t help but feel a knot in your stomach. This weird sensation caused you to keep your mouth shut; and it was visibly concerning to the raven-haired boy.

“Love ? You’re still here ?”

“Y-Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little bit tired, that’s all. You don’t have to worry about me,”, you nervously chuckled, before murmuring a small “love you” like you always did before ending a call with your lover.

After some time overthinking your entire relationship, you decided to talk to him face to face; meaning you had to head out directly to Blue Lock buildings. The following morning, you woke-up rather early, rushing your usual routine to take a random bus, supposed to drive you to the famous quarters.

You felt the knot in your lower stomach again; sweetly palms grabbing your tote bag to keep it from falling, opening the doors of the building. You gulped as you made your way to the receptionist, asking her if you could see your boyfriend just for some minutes. She refused several times, visibly quite annoyed by your presence. After endless pleas, a woman with sort of chocolate-brown hair appeared, scolding the receptionist for “the lack of respect she showed”. She apologized and introduced herself, Anri Teieri, Jinpachi Ego’s assistant, co-director of the Blue Lock project, as she walked in the large corridors, gesturing you to follow her.

So, you did, eager to see your boyfriend, your steps and Anri's echoing on the bare walls. You finally arrived to the dorms, and Anri knocked on the door, making sure nobody was changing or something. When she was assured that the room was safe, she flashed you a smile and opened the door for you to enter. You immediatly spotted a surprised Isagi, turning his head to look at the person who entered their shared dorm. When you two made eye-contact, a huge smile appeared on his features, and he ran to you, engulfing your form with his strong arms.

"Y/N ?? Gosh, I'm so relieved to see you. I missed you so much." Several shared kisses later, Isagi promised to take you on a date the following day, saying he had Ego's permission to take a break from training. So, as he said, you waited in the restaurant he booked the day prior. Anxiety was beginning to fill your mind as you desperately stared at the front doors, hoping with your entire-being for your boyfriend to show-up. But he never did. After one hour and four pity glances from the waiters, you left, your heart heavy in your chest.

Little did you know, that Isagi was actually playing a training game against professional players. When his teammates had asked him to join them on the field, he had bit his lower lip, letting his thoughts wander between you and the human yet unreachable figures he always admired. With some sort of "fuck it, I'll deal with the consequences later" curse, he let go of his bag and hurried to the changing rooms, not realizing what decision he had just taken. But it was an occasion he couldn’t miss, right ?

And when you saw him on the screen of your phone, more precisely, with the Blue Lock broadcast channel, in his blue jersey, tossing the ball to Nagi, the knot in your stomach disapperead.

Giving way to a boiling anger. And a message on his phone, lying on the bench of the field,

10:49p.m. | y/n ♡ : guess you made your choice then.

NAGI SEISHIRO was a bit lazy. It was his personality; you loved him that way, and you weren’t going to plead him to change his lack of motivation for you. But when he refused again to go on a date with you, you had just enough. And sighing was not an option. Your arguments with him were quite rare, because Nagi always found a way to shut you up and apologize sincerely. But this time, it felt like he genuinely wasn’t understanding your point. For the nth time that night, you growled in frustration, your face in your hands. Nagi was lying on the bed, not even bothering to turn off his phone when you were talking to him. He kept humming quiet “mmh”, “yeah”, too busy with his new phone game to actually listen to you.

“Nagi, please ! I’m sick of it,”, you cursed under your breath, fists clenching in order to keep your boiling anger to yourself. You didn’t want to lash everything on him right now. “Can’t you just look at me when I’m talking to you ?”

He frowned; hearing his last name instead of the usual petname for him seemed to get him out of his thoughts.

“What ? I’m listening.”

“You’re not. You’re never listening. That’s the problem with you.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes. You crossed your arms, lifting an eyebrow, clearly not amused by his nonchalant attitude.

“Really now ? Hey, come here. I don’t know why you’re so annoying, I guess it was a long day fo-”

“The hell ?? I’m not- you are the fucking issue here, Nagi. You’re always refusing everything.. I can understand that you’d rather stay at home but at least, can you grant me some quality time ? Grant us some quality time ?”, you sharply said, trying to keep your tone as calm as possible, rubbing your temples. He turned off his phone, giving you a hard glare.

“You knew I wasn’t the romantic type of guy when you decided to date me. You did anyway, so why are you complaining ?”

“Because I don’t want to be constantly the second choice, for fucks sake ! I can deal with your hobbies, with your passions and all. I’m just asking for one moment with you without your phone, or your stupid videogames, or-”

“Okay okay, quit it, I get it. I’m sorry, baby.”, he slowly approached you, gently stroking your cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, ‘right ?”

With that, you both fell asleep cuddling. The next morning, you woke up to a cold bed; Seishiro must’ve left early in the morning with Reo to train, you thought. You stretched, used to his absence. But you were glad that he had promised you a date tonight, telling you to wait for him at home. So the day goes by, doing your own activites, a smile on your face as you wandered about what you were going to do with your boyfriend later.

But your smile quickly vanished when you saw Reo’s story on Instagram. Angry tears covering your eyes as you threw your phone on the mattress. You were sending texts to Nagi for 20 minutes now, asking him when was he going to arrive. And you discovered - much to your dismay - that he was hanging out with his Blue Lock friends, sat on a couch of what seemed to be an arcade. Apparently, he was going to enjoy a long night with his friends, considering the story caption, “stayin up all night w homies”.

4 or 5 hours later, Nagi entered your shared appartement with a yawn. He called for you through the kitchen, frowning when he noticed you weren’t answering. He quickly went to the bedroom, searching you everywhere.

And suddenly, it triggered something in him; he forgot. He forgot about you. Again.

BACHIRA MEGURU was clueless. Clumsy. It was the main issue in the relationship; sometimes, he’d act before thinking, or say things he’d regret some time later. It’d lead to arguments, sobs, quivering lips and broken sorry’s, foreheads against each other. As much as Bachira loved you, he was still the bubbly man who often forgot things. Usually, you’d have laughed, his brows furrowed until you gave him his wallet, now smiling and kissing your cheek with a thank you. It was funny, earning a chuckle from you here and there, right ? Until you were the forgotten thing waiting for him. You felt useless, insecurities eating you alive as you cursed them constantly. Looking at the calendar, a red line encircling a somewhat random date, your couple’s anniversary. Well, not so random. You prayed, over and over again, that he would remember about it. Bachira was hard to read when it came to inner feelings : you tried to drop some hints, hoping he’d reciprocate them in a kind of way.

3:21p.m. | y/n ♡ : hi, meg :) ready for tomorrow ?

- read at 3:24p.m.

3:25p.m. | meguru ♡ : hi !! for tomorrow ? wdym ?

- read at 3:26p.m.

3:28p.m. | y/n ♡ : uh

well that’s awkward

Nevermind

- read at 3:29p.m.

3:30p.m. | meguru ♡ : no wait ! Sorry, did I forgot something ?

sunshine I’m sorry :( was it important ?

Your stomach churned at the question. You bit your lip, taking a long breath.

- read at 3:33p.m.

3:34p.m. | y/n ♡ : no it wasn’t don’t worry

just an hair appointment :)

- read at 3:35p.m.

3:36p.m. | meguru ♡ : don’t forget to show me then !! I have a surprise for you too !! <3

- read and liked at 3:39p.m. by y/n ♡

You felt your mood lighting up. He remembered ? Maybe he faked it from the beginning ? You smiled to yourself, now completely delusional; your brain was fully aware of it, but your heart kept hoping naively.

So when he showed up at your door the following day, you dressed up in your favorite clothes, ready to spend a day out with him. He greeted you with a hug, tilting his head to the side when he caressed your hair.

“You changed the color ?”, he questioned, perplexed.

“I canceled.”, you lied, a little too easily for your own taste, “It’d have been a waste of time, we have a lot of things today.”

“Not really, tho. It’s just a regular day, after all ! Isagi told me about a new restaurant he wanted to eat into. Want to join us ?”

“You.. Meguru, you don’t remember ?”

“About what ?”

He hummed; a smile displayed on his face . Yours quickly fade, your heart clenching. Oh. The pain was still here, even though you knew it from the very first start.

“Our anniversary. You don’t remember about our anniversary. Again.”

His smile faded at your words, faded at the sight of your wet cheeks. His mouth opened, trying to form words to express his sudden turmoil. You walked back inside your house, closing the door on a distraught Bachira. He tried to apologize. He really tried. He spammed your phone in calls, drowning you with apologies texts, but could you forget again his clumsiness ? Love is keeping a promise no matter what; and he broke it too many times for you to stay at his side.

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kirascottage · 3 years

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OMG

imagine going on a date to the beach with luna, and collecting seashells and watching the sunset <<333

by the seashore

luna lovegood x genderneutral. reader

summary: you and luna collect shells together at the beach.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: discomfort (?), mentions of luna’s dead mom, pet names [my love], overall fluff central

There was something surreal when watching the wind seized its rightful place in the air. The unique way it melted through people, under the dull flush of their skin and how it would entangle with waves of hair like a folklore dance.

It was beautiful.

The day of summer seething in pleasant warmth, a prepossessing summer day of August.

“Lu, c’mon! You can’t get distracted by all the crabs!” Was the first ludic chastise that left your lips. A delighted giggle naturally followed in its wake.

You snorted exuberantly as Luna was crouched by the shoreline, the dampened sand instantly began to garnish the visible bottom of her ivory dress.

The sleeves of her flowing dress were marginally a gypsy cut. It was flowy similar to a sheet blouse. One opaque colour dressed her from her prominent collarbones to the chipping indigo paint on her toes. The skirt consisted of ruffled tiers of sheer and opaque thin, white, organic cotton.

The ragged hem ended just below her ankle, like a seamstress who had instantly forgotten her task mid-stitch. A spidery hoary lace bodice consummated the ensemble.

Luna’s head had spun in your direction, a few curls flopping against her neck in the process, “But they’re so pretty—“ The blonde’s sandy palm filled with granules of gritty sand, as she had crouched down near an exposed rock to gape at the minuscule Crustaceans, “—look at them.”

The distinctive blend of her irises had carefully surveyed the cardinal crabs. They had tickled at the pads of her fingertips and nipped at the delicacy of her rosy palms. The soothing feeling had boiled her mind into a tranquiliser of eternal peace, her upturned eyes glancing farther towards the shore.

“Look! It’s a Tulip Shell.” She whispered tenderly to her left, where you had sat in the grains of the moisture-laden sand. Your legs were crossed and your crooked elbows dug into the shoreline as you carefully observed her in the elements of divine nature.

At her excited demeanour, your eyes flitted towards the hollow shell entwining with her digits. Her gentle fingers began carving down the shallow indentations and minor grooves of the ivory shell, politely handing it over to you so you could do the same.

The intolerable specks and particles beneath your thighs were almost less than concerning your conscious mind. As you had attempted to pay no mind to the ground beneath you, Luna had both begun sharing the shell now in your palms whilst her forefinger pointed at the detailings.

“Let’s add this to the collection.” She murmured near your ear, delicately including it into the beige tote bag dipped over your left shoulder.

The gleaming shade of sapphire had begun bleeding back into the sea-crabs crawling around the minuscule jagged rocks of the shore.

Your observations and inarticulate affections had initiated again after its unspoken pause of your attention caught by her dainty voice; her hair was up that day, you noted, an ever so surprising occurrence as it was routinely down with ringlets accessorizing her temples.

She had been in an ongoing endeavour to annex new things to her extensive wardrobe as well as her mundane features.

Luna’s hair was in waved ringlets, per usual. The blend of platinum and blue streaks knitted between the locks fell down her spine like Rapunzels descending her gaunt tower.

The aquamarine shade merged in her tresses had been constructed by pigments and shades of colour she had crafted herself. Partial locks of hers were pinned in a loose bun as the others descended her cheeks.

You were naturally gifted with the view of her side profile. The slope of her nose has met the cupid’s bow of her plush lips and the dip in her chin interwoven with her soft jaw.

Any air proceeding down your trachea felt as if it had been stolen by a thief. It was more than a hitch of breath whilst gazing at the one you loved. It was similar to a memorable moment in time like taking your first polaroid and watching the dyes bleed into the silver halide grains of the picture.

She was oblivious to your admiration, her eyes levelled on the crowd of red gathering on her palm. But you continuously starred, utterly rapt in her presence.

“Y/N, look at this one.” Your trance now fragmented as her hand came to rest on your sandy kneecap, “It’s a Cerithiidae; it swirls up like a tower. It’ll protect us from the Nargles” She added.

Your eyes swept around the shore after acknowledging the shell. “I wish there were more of them, like the pink and yellow ones.” You articulated the variations of a certain shell as she settled it in your tote bag.

An explosive conversation regarding the variations of shells poured from your tongues, an array of bubbling infectious laughter spilling between the both of you. The simmering of your synchronized laughter had Luna silent for a moment.

The peeping grin on her lips began to tug harder at the ample margins of her cheeks as she stood up, dusting down the remaining particles of sand from the skirt of her dress and held her palm out facing the sky.

“As you said, we have places to be, my love.”

For the remnants of the postmeridian day the peaceful silence of the waves crashing and birds singing has been infiltrated with your shared laughter and boasts regarding the miscellany of pearly shells washed upon the seashore.

When the array of vibrant colours came to rest on the horizon, you both had paused at the shore to admire the crepuscular light, an immediate silence had surrounded the both of you in admiration.

When your left appendage had begun feeling like a deadweight sewn to your shoulder, due to the mass of the shells in your bag, you and Luna had opted to reside at her house for the remainder of the night where her father had also stayed.

“Which one’s your favourite?” Her voice was several octaves lighter than usual, her voice abiding by a faint whisper.

You both had currently indwelled to her beryl room, the tinges and pigments of blue lining her room similar to her coverlet. The sky reached dusk as your legs tangled with the thin sheets and her chin was perched on your shoulder, her arm was gripped around your waist, and a leg was thrown hastily over your lap with her skirt gently fanning across your abdomen.

“The one your dad liked. The Horse Conch.” You muttered back into her pallid forehead with the scrunch of her shapely nose naturally following.

You both had begun muttering about the shell Xenophilius Lovegood had been absolutely fascinated with the moment you arrived back at his (and Luna’s) home.

His platinum hair was pulled up by his wand after working on a new spell his late wife had been raving about and he looked completely enervated from the day's work.

He elected to satisfactorily arrange the new shells across the shelves, the Sunray Venus and the Horse Conch being the centrepieces of the shambolic house.

Amid your conversation, your words had begun dying off your tongue in fatigue. Your voice has already begun lulling her into sleep. Your shared breaths began sedating in the tenebrous room, a clutch of dainty fingers wrapping around your palm as you both began to succumb to dusk that was near.

“Night, Lu.” You whispered into the tuffs of blonde colliding gently against your lips. The envision of a further date at the beach, already deciphering in Luna’s head.

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salemorbit · 3 years

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Between Bookshelves

[Izuku Midoriya x genderneutral!Reader]

warnings: none! just cute shit hehe

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in which you meet midoriya by chance in the library before midterms, and thus blossoms some romance ;)

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note: aw omg 50 followers?? in only two weeks??? thank u so much i'm glad y'all like my content enough to follow!! :D

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It was the middle of the semester, a busy time for any student who was looking to do well before finals and then break. It was integral that one studied for the midterms at UA, mainly because they were that much more grueling than those at a regular high school

Which was why you had been holed up in the library for nearly three days straight, only leaving for bathroom breaks or the occasional snack. You had two classes that you needed to do well in for midterms, and you weren't about to take any chances with them.

Being in the support course was barely any different than being in the hero course. The only notable difference was the lack of real-world fighting that anyone in the hero course did compared to the support course, but the classes were just as tough.

You were near the top of your class, but being near the top wasn't enough. You often strived for perfection only to fall short just by a small margin and get beat out by the best of your peers. This frustrated you, so you aimed to get the top marks during midterms and really skyrocket to the front of your class.

Izuku Midoriya was similar to you in mindset, but he knew he wouldn't get to the very top of his class. There were plenty of smart kids in his homeroom, but he still wanted to get at least top five in his specific class.

Which was why he was also holed up in the library, though not as much as you had been. He kept it as casual as he could, studying here and there but not necessarily learning anything new about the topics. The boy took scrupulous notes.

One particular day, blame it on the burnout if you will, you just couldn't keep your focus on the notes and books in front of you. It was nearly the end of day three of living in the library at UA, and you were starting to feel it. The weight under your eyes, the burning feeling from barely blinking, your stomach rumbling at the thought of a late dinner. You couldn't do the best on your tests if you didn't take care of yourself first, so you had to get up to stretch and grab something from the vending machine.

Being the only other person in the room, Midoriya couldn't help it when his eyes caught onto your movements as you left the immediate library space. His gaze traveled to your table just across the room from him.

Midoriya had seen you around before. You were in the support course, number three overall. And that was impressive to him. Many kids were in the support course, so being in the top three was quite the accomplishment.

He had never spoken to you directly, but he wasn't a stranger to who you were: [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Third best in support, amazing strategic skills, outstanding marks in the entrance exam, charismatic personality. What's not to admire?

You came back into the room and plopped down in your chair, opening up a bag of a snack Midoriya couldn't see from this distance and popping a piece in your mouth. You settled yourself in again to read entries from the textbook in front of you, but you felt eyes on you.

Looking up, you locked gazes with the boy across the room. He hadn't seemed to notice he was staring, so you sheepishly smiled and gave a small wave. Almost immediately he snapped out of it, going red and burying his nose back into the book on his own table. You smiled gently to yourself, still looking at him.

You knew him; everyone in UA did. If you didn't, you weren't paying attention to literally anything going on. Izuku Midoriya wasn't someone to scoff at when it came to hero work. You understood the difference between you and him, maintaining your distance pretty well over the last year. He wasn't someone you for sure wanted to know, but he had his fair share of secrets you were interested in.

You looked around the room and confirmed no one else was there but the two of you. What was the need to be quiet, then?

"Midoriya, right?" You spoke up. He looked up, surprised at your sudden voice. After a second, he cleared his throat and nodded, face going slightly pink.

"Y-Yeah. [Y/L/N], isn't it?" He replied. You would be lying if you said you weren't shocked he even knew your name. You nodded, closing the textbook in front of you having lost all interest in midterms for the time being.

"It is," you smiled. "What brings you here for the second time in a row?"

"Midterms," Midoriya chuckled, shifting his attention to you as well. "You?"

"Same boat," you shrugged. There was a beat of silence. "How do you know me?"

"Well-Well I don't, really," Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck, looking off to the side, "but I've heard of you. In the support course. Top three."

"Amazing observation," you said, actually impressed. "I'd be stupid not to know who you are. Everyone knows who you are."

"Apparently so," Midoriya said. Another beat of silence.

"What are you studying?" He asked. You glanced at your textbook and piles of paper.

"Costume mechanics. Boring shit."

"Sounds fun, actually."

"What are you studying?"

"Emergency strategies."

"God, talk about a snooze-fest," you laughed out. Midoriya cracked a smile. Another beat.

"What's, uh, what's your quirk?" Midoriya cleared his throat a second time.

"Breaking up machines and melding them into whatever I can visualize," you explained. "Cool enough to get into UA, but not cool enough to get into the hero course. I've come to terms with it, though."

"That's pretty useful," Midoriya replied thoughtfully. "It makes sense why you excel so much in support. That's a really cool quirk."

"Thanks," you felt your ears warm. "Yours is super cool, too. Really unique."

"Thank you," he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat at his lopsided grin, but you chalked it up to the exhaustion playing with your mind.

The two of you fell into a bout of silence for another hour until Midoriya packed up his things and bid you goodnight. You kept studying after he left, but your mind wouldn't stop wandering to thoughts of a certain green-haired boy...

•••

Meeting in that small study room in the back corner of the library became ritual for you and Midoriya, even after midterms. When he had a break or wasn't busy, Midoriya would pop his head into your usual room to see if you were there.

And you typically were, though you weren't there to study most of the time. You rarely actually studied for tests, using your time in class lectures to absorb information, so at this point spending time in the study room and doing nothing of substance was more to stall for time that anything else. You would wait for Midoriya to catch a break, enticed by your first interaction.

And the two of you bonded over the weeks, hanging out in the study room to both study and talk about whatever. You had conversations about all the different heroes you idolized, villains he had faced, and hopes for the future of both of your heroic careers. The two of you became fast friends, and it wasn't a secret that perhaps you wished for something more.

You noticed that you began to see Midoriya a little more frequently in the hallways or on breaks. He would pass by and always smile and say hi, cheeks almost always flushing whenever he did so. You also noticed the small things like when he started to sit next to you at your table in the study room, or when he started to bring you books he thought you'd like to read. The way his knees knocked into yours mid conversation, or how he always asked how your day went. All of this just made you fall harder for the boy.

One day, you were in the study room and looking at the shelves of books lining the walls, looking for a particular research study about the effectiveness of aesthetic in costume design. You were assigned a paper on it earlier in the day and wanted to get a head start on it.

Midoriya popped his head into your usual spot, initially frowning at your absence but then brightening up when he saw your bag and books set at your table. He set his own down next to it and scanned the room for you.

Seeing movement behind some shelves, Midoriya trotted over to the tall shelves and pulled out a book in front of you, revealing his smiling face. You jumped slightly, but sighed in relief when you saw who it was.

"Thank you for scaring the crap out of me, Midoriya," you shook your head, continuing to look for the book. "Gimme a second, I'll be over soon."

"What are you looking for?" Midoriya asked, gliding around the corner and joining you on the other side of the bookshelf. His eyes scanned over your profile, noticing the way your fingers tapped your chin as you searched.

"A book for my research paper," you mumbled. "I had one in mind and it should be- Damn," you sighed, "it's on the top shelf."

"Oh, here," Midoriya craned his neck to look at the top. "Which one?"

"The one with the blue binding," you pointed. Midoriya wasn't too much taller than you, but he had some reach. He steadied himself on the shelf and stretched to the top, grabbing the book and handing it down to you.

When he grounded himself, he was closer than before. Close enough that you caught a whiff of his cologne and could see the flecks of color in his eyes. Close enough that you could reach out and run your fingers along his freckles--

"Here," he breathed out, holding the book to you. "Got it."

"Thanks," you said softly, taking it from him and glancing down shyly. Your eyes made their way back to his, him looking at you intently.

"We should, um--" Midoriya started, but broke off and cleared his throat. "You should get started...on your paper."

"I should," you said, with no intention of moving. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and realized that you were now close enough to hear his own heartbeat over the sound of yours. Midoriya swallowed thickly, face gradually turning red.

"Your eyes are really nice," he said. You smiled at his shy compliment, setting the book in your hands on an empty spot in the shelf next to you.

"You're one to talk," you grinned. This just made Midoriya's face go brighter as he looked away nervously.

"I-I don't want to sound too forward or anything, so stop me if I am, but..."

There were a few seconds of silence between the two of you, Midoriya looking like he was turning an idea over and over in his mind. Intense silence that only grew as your heartbeat got faster. You started to lean in, looking at his eyes then his lips, then his eyes again and--

"[Y/N]?"

You jumped back, peering through the books to see one of your friends looking around the study room. Frowning, you looked at Midoriya apologetically before popping your head around the corner and smiling at your friend.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"You forgot one of your textbooks in class," she said, producing it from behind her back. "Thought I'd drop it off."

"Oh, thank you," you smiled. "Just leave it by my stuff."

When you turned back around, Midoriya was gone. Your heart dropped at the sight, worried that you had frightened him off. Had you read the room wrong? Were you just that desperate that you had overstepped a boundary? Did he hate you now? Think you were overbearing?

You sighed and picked your book back off the shelf next to you, walking forward to round the bookshelf and get back to your studying. Just as you stepped into the aisle, a hand grabbed your forearm and twirled you around so your back was up against the wall.

Blinking up, you saw those familiar flecked eyes and freckles of Midoriya staring down at you, a new confidence in them that wasn't there before. Your racing heart started up again, hands coming to your side free of the book you were holding before.

"Before we get interrupted again, can I..." he trailed off, searching your eyes and flicking down to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

Your breath hitched in your throat as you smiled, nodding.

"I thought you'd never ask," you said, leaning up and meeting him halfway.

It was soft and sweet as Midoriya slid his hands around your waist and secured you against him. His lips were soft and knew what they were doing. Your back arched off the flat of the wall as you wrapped your hands around his neck, moving with him.

He didn't overstep anything without asking, being tentative with each hand placement and going slow if you had a point in which you wanted to stop. His fingertips grazed the edges of your shirt as his hands moved to your hips, dancing over slivers of skin. Your hands found their way into the mess of green hair atop his head, curling your fingers into the soft locks as he chuckled against your lips.

It was bliss; soft and reassuring and comfortable. Your chest warmed at his thoughtfulness and care, causing you to push into him a little harder. He reciprocated easily, keeping you close to the wall while also having a tight hold on you himself.

With one last twist of your fingers in his hair, you pulled away. Midoriya, eyes half-open as you ended it, chased after your lips, smiling.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that for," he muttered, eyes widened now and looking into yours with a softness that just made your heart melt.

"I'm glad you finally did," you smirked, nuzzling your nose against his, "or else I would've had to have a serious intervention."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He pulled away further, a playful look in his eye. You just laughed and pulled yourself toward him, pecking him on the lips again.

"You worry too much."

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key201303 · 3 years

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Word count: 800 words

Warnings: None!

Pairing: boyfriend!Taeyong x genderneutral!reader

Genre: fluff, quarantine AU

Plot: You never knew being locked in at home with your boyfriend would be as great as it actually was. But as soon as you both reaceived your precious Nintendo Switch you manged to order before the country was locked and as soon as you turn it on to play Animal Crossing and go back to when you both were kids, both of you wished that locked down would last forever.

A/N: Another drabble for @kafenetwork bingo! ❤❤ This plot is so simple yet cute and I was wiling to write it 😍❤ Hope you guys enjoy it ❤❤

Taglist -> @ningjunswifeu (let me know if you want me to add you!)

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"Do you think the Nintendo Switch will arrive?" You asked, concern written all over your face as you and your boyfriend sat in front of the TV. The town was getting under a lock down because of the pandemic and the whole country was starting a quarantine starting from tonight. And your biggest worry, far away from the fact of being in the middle of a pandemic, was if the Nintendo Switch you ordered a few days ago would arrive safely and just in time so you could play with Taeyong like you did when you were kids. "We'll have to wait." Taeyong said, knocking you out of your thoughts and returning his gaze to the TV in front of you.

Days went by and being locked in with Taeyong started to get a bit boring. Both of you have always been that kind of people to enjoy being outdoors and doing tons of activities outside of the little house you shared but when it came to staying indoors, none of you could think about something fun to do. You have binged all the dramas and movies on Netflix to the point it became a boring habit, the national TV only talked about the pandemic and Disney movies started to be a burden when you watched Toy Story for the 5th time in a week. The small apartment started to get bigger and bigger as days went by and you could hardly get out of bed, not really finding a good reason to get out of it. But all of that suddenly changed when in the early morning you heard your doorbell ringing.

"It's here!!!!!" You screamed running around the house. The little package you just received was the happiness boost you two needed. "Open it! Open it!" Taeyong said singing happily and running to get his own Nintendo Switch. None of you wanted to waste any more time and both of you have been preparing yourselves physically and mentally for this moment. The moment to sit and binged all day an Animal Crossing date.

As soon as you opened the package, you took a few seconds to admire the beautiful color of the blue console and in no time you turned it on and entered the code for installing the game. "We're in spring now and if you settle the hemisphere we're in it will also be spring on your island. And you can sell all the shells but you can also keep them and craft some furniture a weird kid will sometimes give you while you're swimming if you give him scallops." Taeyong started to excitedly announce every single detail he knew about the game. You found it really cute how excited he would get whenever he got to play video games with you and the game you were about to start made it even cuter.

"Babe your island looks so cool!!" You said once you could visit his island, admiring how meticulously everything was placed. "Can I take this?" You asked pointing at a small vegetable patch of pumpkins he had placed somewhere between two trees. "You can take just one and plant it on your island so it grows there and then you can sell it and they give you good money." Taeyong explained. "Here, let me gift you a flower." Taeyong added dropping a beautiful red rose in front of your avatar. The gleam in your eyes made both of your hearts flutter. It was like traveling in time and going back to those days when you would play Animal Crossing on your brother's Wii. "Babe and look! Do you remember the museum? It's still here!" He excitedly said, guiding you to where he placed his museum.

"That fish is so small." You mocked your boyfriend as you saw him fishing, trying his best to get a good fish to impress you. "Can you do it better?" He asked with a challenging tone. Both of you have always been so competitive and you couldn't reject any challenge coming from him. You were ready to fish until you got a better fish than him, it didn't matter if you had to spend an entire week playing to achieve your goal. But it didn't take you too long to pull an oar fish. "Call it beginners luck or accept I belated you but the fact is that I'm going back home with a huge fish and you with a small one." You mocked your boyfriend, proud of the fish you just got.

You couldn't tell if being locked down was a good idea in the very beginning and you had no idea of when you would be able to go outside again but you surely knew one thing: you two could go back to your roots and only this pandemic could do something like that.

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notnctu · 4 years

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heather | k.dy ❀

━ listen to: heather by conan gray

kim doyoung x reader ❀ genre - here’s the angst we didn’t ask for, fluff ❀ details - intentional lowercase, genderneutral!reader, drinking ❀ word count - 2.1k ❀ synopsis - if only he knew how much you liked him... but you watch his eyes as heather walks by and how he falls in love with her instead.

❀ a/n - hi hi it’s author doie❀! i use lyrics from the song so pls listen to the masterpiece that inspired this fic LMAO also thank you to everyone who follows us <3 we reached a big big milestone this time and i’m still speechless how far we’ve come as a blog. it almost feels surreal? that so many people actually enjoy our content... it’s unbelievable. thank you all again for your support and interactions ): idk how to even express the gratitude i have rn

what a sight for sore eyes — kim doyoung with eyes that light up brighter than the blue skies. heather walks by and waves enthusiastically to the both of you. her smile is kind, gentle, sweet. and doyoung reflects nothing, except hearts that shape his pupils. he’s mesmerized and unrecognizable.

you stand there dying at the hopelessness in your crush’s gaze over a single person. the nervousness in his wave says enough for you to know pain in your own chest. a sadness that pulls directly at your heartstrings.

heather, she wears cute outfits worth seeing the day of light. heather, she has a big heart that’s too good for this world. heather, she’s such an angel. heather, the one doyoung is in love with.

you wish you were heather.

you love doyoung the very day he stayed up with you to help you study for your final last semester. yet, he doesn’t even acknowledge your new haircut or the different accessories that wrap around your fingers. doyoung isn’t the type to really take these little details in account, but with heather. it’s different.

he rambles on and on about how he loves her dainty earrings. or the way her hair is pulled nicely into a neat ponytail. or how she looks better in his sweater.

despite it all, you couldn’t hate her. she has done nothing to you. effortlessly, doyoung tripped and fell head over heels for her and that is all out of her control. so, you’d rather loathe in your own self doubt than to hate someone as pure as heather.

maybe you simply aren’t as pretty as heather. she’s a doll, so to compare yourself to her is really an opportunity to crush your self esteem. doyoung likes pretty things. but is it that hard to find beauty in you?

if only he knew how much you loved him, would that change the way he views you? doyoung is not perfect either, but that’s why you love him. his imperfections make him perfect. a little tempered, but cares with everything he can give to someone. he’s the softest boy, but won’t hesitate to snap someone in the neck.

doyoung is more than what he makes himself out to be. a complexity that is greater to the unknown, but worth exploring. he’s outspoken, with a yield to fragility if punctured. doyoung, you know him better than anyone else.

“are we hanging out tonight?” waving a quick hand in front of his daze, he shakes his head to refocus.

doyoung pouts at your question, a little apologetic. “i thought i told you i had a date with heather.”

her spoken name crushes your bones, along with any hope that doyoung could ever feel anything for you. and silly you! to have buried the memory of their first date so deeply in the back of your mind that you forgot.

“right.” your answer is limp, but doyoung is too excited to really register the drop in your tone. and the tug at the corners of your lips, the dipping eye contact to the ground. you’re not even listening anymore, drowning out the giddiness of your friend talking about someone else.

but it’s always the same. he talks about heather unwarranted, like she’s the only thing on his mind when before her, his mind was full of wisdom and insightful snarky comments.

“listen doie, i’ll catch up with you later.” you place a lingering hand on his shoulder, and confusion blinks back at you. he takes your hand, intertwining them and kisses your knuckles. it’s a friendly gesture. he probably does this with heather too.

his gummy smile reminds you of the man you love. instantly, pain is washed away and momentarily lost. “don’t be a fool, y/n. i always walk you to class. today is no different. plus, i like your company.”

you wonder if this is his poor attempt at still making you seem important to him, or if he truly enjoyed spending more time with you. regardless, you don’t deny the offer and he seems to drop the conversation about heather.

“have you ever loved anyone?” you are going to regret asking him this question, without you knowing the consequential answer that will break you further.

“such a sudden question....” he laughs nervously, his eyes widening. “i don’t know what that feels like, and i’m sure the movies are over dramatizing it.”

“do you feel that with heather?” what on earth are you doing? the light pink that dusts across his pale cheeks can’t hide his embarrassment to being asked. your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, as you slowly feel your hand slipping away from his.

“not entirely, yet.” the shattering of your heart can be the only thing heard at this very moment. the chatter from passing students, the rustling of leaves from the wind, doyoung’s voice all fade away.

it suffocates you, like the one word grew hands to squeeze all the life out of you. “have you? are you hiding a special someone from me?” his quizzical eyes blink with a mischievous implication and a growing smile.

“i’ve felt it before and you’re right. it’s nothing like the movies, it’s more painful.” you speak without any control over your own words. doyoung frowns, but not evidently enough for you to point it out. instead you drop his hand and rush to your lecture hall. waving a small goodbye and a sadness that exposes more of your intentions.

nonetheless, your friend waves back with an embarrassing amount of energy. and an irredeemable facade of kindness that taunts at your selfish feelings.

“where’s doyoung?” johnny appears at your side with copious amounts of alcohol enough to wipe out the whole fraternity house. somehow you manage to lose sight of the people you came here with and end up sulking in the kitchen.

johnny is doyoung’s friend, but is friendly enough to acknowledge you whenever paths crossed. he opens a can of beer for himself after vultures snatch the new bottles he had brought in, but he doesn’t mind. he never does.

“on a date with heather.” grumbling, you let the remainder of the drink tip you over your limit. you’re buzzed enough, you could cry. and are you really going to forfeit the first person in college to see you cry be johnny suh? you just might.

“ah, the new chick he’s been talking about?” he mindlessly sips at his drink, while also greeting every person that flirtatiously beckons his way. but what you needed is for him to notice the suffering that love has mercilessly sprouted upon you. because your pride would never let you speak what’s bothering you.

johnny turns around to your silently crying figure and automatically draws you into a warm hug. his shirt soaks up your tears, and in a way, he’s wiping them away. “don’t tell me you like kim doyoung.”

he whispers loud enough for only you to hear and it does nothing to help the waterfalls that wet the fabric, “no. i’m in love with kim doyoung.”

now that is a proclamation that can be heard throughout the loud thumping party music that rumbles the house. and the single voice that has you regretting seeking comfort and vulnerability in the middle of a densely populated frat party.

“you are?” when you pull away to face the one person you did not expect to see here tonight, he shows an array of shock that you soon mirror as your eyes trail down. you see his hand nicely intertwined with heather’s, and her by his side with an equal amount of confusion. but they look promising, while your friendship with him does not anymore.

“what are you doing here?” is all you can find to say. johnny runs a hand through his locks, clearly flustered at the sight of such a tense awkwardness.

“i came to pick you up.” a small speechless airy voice, he’s in disbelief.

“doyoung, i’ll excuse myself.” heather proceeds to walk towards the door. you hold your breath to see his next move, but he stands there like an unmovable tower.

is it pain in his eyes? you can’t tell what he’s feeling, but you had to do this for him. he’s your friend with feelings of his own that sadly does not include you, but must be honored and respected. so you run after heather for him, leaving doyoung to find time to process what had just happened.

“heather, please wait.” you sound breathless, chasing after the girl who holds your crush’s heart. she’s out on the pavement as you abruptly stop on the lawn, the night air feeling extremely cold against your hot skin.

she smiles at you, when you feel the alcohol running up your throat. your drunken self falls as she catches you in her arms. “y/n, it’s okay. you didn’t need to come after me.”

“you can’t leave him. please, he loves you.” heather’s hands caress your cheek softly and her round glossy eyes bore through your skin.

“no. he doesn’t love me.” she points back to the house and you turn to see doyoung rushing out the door, taking deep breaths on the porch and staring directly at you, staring at you with a determination that has you running towards him as well.

and you melt into his long arms. his hand on the back of your head, pressing you into his rising chest. he’s absolutely breathless, why is he breathless? the kitchen is a short run from the front door, so why is he breathing as if he experienced the biggest panic in his life?

perhaps, it’s fear of losing you. that his reaction scared you off and the risk of you leaving him. you can’t leave him, please. he loves you.

doyoung does the unimaginable, something that you can only dream about, wish upon a star that it could come true. he lifts your chin and the streetlamps paint him a fluorescent warm tone orange. he kisses you with gentle lips and kind glides against your own.

in this very moment, you’re free falling. doyoung’s hand is reaching out for you, but it’s all too fast. the only thing that catches you is a gust of wind as it carries you to a safe landing. your heart beats like it’s never done so before, with love and confusion.

so, you push at his chest slightly aggressive as you scream with unknowing tears dripping down your cheeks again. “why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty.”

doyoung grips your wrists and opens his mouth to say something. anything. his eyes are frantically searching for a way to tell you what you truly mean to him. “because i--” he sighs, “i like you. i’ve always liked you.”

everything comes to a halt, like a pause in the universe. never once has doyoung ever admitted those feelings about anyone, even heather. of course, you can tell through his reactions and constant chatter how he felt, but he’s never once said it aloud.

so were you too blinded by your own grief to realize that doyoung looked at you the same way he did to heather? that he talks about you endlessly to other people who are willing to listen? that he compliments subtle things about you, even if they aren’t things you purposefully changed?

“what about heather?” you sniff, wiping your wet eyes.

“i thought i should learn to move on from someone who wasn’t going to look at me the same way i did them.” he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, planting the sweetest, most comforting kisses on your forehead.

your heart feels full. it feels put together. “i’ve liked you since you helped me with finals..”

“...and i’ve liked you since the moment i laid eyes on you. then we grew closer, and today, i lied about never being in love. because with you, i feel it.” he smiles and it’s as if every bad thing to exist is resolved. doyoung grows a bit shy at his confession as his gaze drops to the floor.

“why didn’t you just tell me?”

“why didn’t you just tell me?” doyoung turns the question back on you so matter of fact, yet still chuckling jokingly. “i’m sorry, i should have mustered up the courage to tell you a long time ago, i’m not the best with feelings... but i hope it’s not too late... that we aren’t too late to establish something?”

he draws you into a tight hug, your head rests on his broad shoulder. the scent of his cologne tickles your nose, and you’re incredibly happy. what a sight for sore eyes — the happiness that reaches to the stars, brighter than the night skies.

you wish you were—

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years

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Stars In Your Eyes (Cloud Strife x Reader)

Character: Cloud Strife

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Tags: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Fluff, Angst With A Happy Ending

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N has feelings for Cloud, but is convinced that he can't reciprocate them. One night, thoughtfully looking at the stars, Cloud finds Y/N wanting to talk.

Word Count: 1,5k words

A/N: Since I’m playing Final Fantasy VII Remake and even only being a few hours in, I wanted to write a little Cloud thing because I’m falling in love with him all over again. Enjoy!

You looked up to the sky, admiring the stars as though they had the answers you seeked, as tough they could tell you what could have been, Their beautiful glint reminded you of someone’s eyes, even if they didn’t hold as much complexity in them. Or so it seemed, because you could read his eyes better than any constellation. Everything he hid, everything he held back, you knew.

Heaving a sigh, you forced your glance down.

It was so complicated... Even if you could tell what he wanted and you knew what you wanted as well... Well, you couldn’t force him to speak up, to admit his feelings to you when he couldn’t even admit them to himself.

“Y/N?” His very voice said amidst the heavy silence, causing you to jolt up.

“Cloud!” Your heart started hammering inside your chest when you turned to confirm it was indeed him. “You... scared me...”

Hoping he couldn’t notice the blush in your cheeks in the dim moonlight, you averted your gaze. Certainly, his silent footsteps had startled you since he hadn’t anounced his presence. But what made it worse was the fact that you had seem to conjure him with so many thoughts regarding him.

“Sorry...” He muttered, towering over you as you reluctantly moved your head to watch him from your sitting position. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting you to appear out of nowhere”

“Not that” His voice was deadpan as usual, but a subtle frown on his brow betrayed his concern. “You look upset about something”

“Oh...” You fiddled with the fabric of your shirt, avoiding his eyes again. “That...”

Cloud hesitated, but ultimately went to sit down next to you. His closeness only managed to fluster you, even if he appeared calm and nonchalant. He propped his leg up and rested an elbow on his knee, as if he needed to appear any more attractive or cooler than he usually was.

“Tifa told me you two talked” His grave voice once again broke the heavy silence that settled. “’Bout something that was worrying you”

“Worrying is not the word I would use...” Relieved that Tifa hadn’t told him what was really the matter, you lingered in that secrecy.

“Wanna talk?”

“What?”

“I mean... I’m here, and I’ll listen if you wanna... I could help”

Your gazes unexpectedly met and your heart skipped a beat. Even in the darkness of the night, his eyes were absolutely beautiful. Blue mixed with a bit of green, a mako reminder of his past. They held so much contained emotion, so many unspoken feelings that he tried to conceal.

“I... uh...” You shook your head, trying to focus on the moment and not get carried away by your fantastical thoughts, by your romantic self that yearned for something that you may never have. At least not with who you wanted. “That’s very sweet, Cloud...”

He fidgeted a little, and you observed him in curiosity. Noticing how your comment flustered him, you smiled. A sudden urge overwhelmed you, telling you to hold his hand. But you couldn’t.

“That’s how I know something’s up” He suddenly said, perhaps to change the subject. “You’re in the clouds”

You rolled your eyes at his unintended pun. If only he knew what was going through your head...

“Yeah, you have no idea...” You sighed, shrinking over yourself pretending that you were cold because of the cool night breeze. In reality, you felt incredibly small. “But... I’m not sure I can tell you”

“I... Look, I’ll just do my best” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Even if all I can do is just be here”

“That’s not the problem, Cloud” You whispered, feeling yourself shaking slightly. “It’s... about you”

He quickly peered at you, equally intrigued and surprised. Cloud watched you with that piercing gaze, that which held such a mystery that only you seemed capable of solving.

“What’d I do?” He said in the same hushed tone.

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, startling him a little at your sudden loudness. “It’s just...”

You felt tears in your eyes. It hurt so much to love him and not be loved back. It hurt to be constantly charging against his defenses at top speed just to be pushed back time and again. How could you tell him any of this, though?

Shaking still, you hugged your legs.

“Y/N” His voice sounded stern, and still you recognized the panic layered under it, the anguish over seeing you in such state. “Tell me”

You paused under his scrutiny. A sob escaped your throat, and you heard him gasp when you began to cry and crumble before him. Your chest was tight and painful.

“I’m in love with you!” Finally, the words left your mouth before you could control yourself. Those words that had been captive in your heart for so long. When you spoke them, a heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders only to be replaced by one even greater. “And you don’t love me back...”

“I...” Cloud only said, restlessly turning his body to you. “Y/N, I...”

“Forget it...” You continued crying, feeling stupid, tired and hopeless. “Now you know, just... forget it”

Wishing to hide from that pain, you buried your face in your knees. Cloud lingered by your side, even if you had half expected him to walk away. But he was still there.

For several seconds that felt like an eternity, the quietness reigned. He fidgeted next to you, starting to mumble only to stay quiet again. You considered asking him to leave you alone, but at the same time you didn’t want him to. In a way, at least he was with you, by your side. It was the closest thing to having that which you craved.

“I never said that” Cloud suddenly piped up, much to your astonishment.

Cautiously, you looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the sky above your heads.

“What?”

“I never said... I never said I don’t love you”

Your mouth fell agape as you watched him intently. He refused to meet your gaze.

“I’m just...” Cloud kept talking, and you allowed him. It wasn’t every day he spoke his mind like this, and especially, his heart. “It’s not easy to.... I’m not used to... well, it’s all new to me...”

You paused, waiting to see if he said something else. When he turned his head to you, you knew it was your turn to speak.

“Do you want to try?” Your voice came out as a whisper, this time unwillingly. It couldn’t gather the strength to be louder.

Remaining quiet now, Cloud nodded his head. The gesture was small and barely noticeable, but you saw it. That was all you needed. Tentatively, you leaned closer. He did too. Slowly, cautiously, but he did.

Your heart began racing, making you feel light-headed. The closeness was causing you to internally scream, you had never been so close to him. Your lips then connected and you felt yourself floating. His touch was clumsy and light, but soft and tender at the same time. It injected you with pure happiness, with a newfound euphoria you couldn’t believe was at the reach of your fingertips.

Cloud suddenly broke away, blinking in embarrassment. When he took a deep breath, overwhelmed, you read him once again, realizing why he pulled away.

“Sorry” He muttered, frowning as he absently looked back up at the sky.

“It’s okay” You dared to finally reach for his hand. “I understand”

“Thanks” He muttered, not pushing you away.

“We have time. If this is really what you want, we can take it slow”

You knew how hard it must be for him to open up, and you were willing to be patient. It was good enough that he had been honest and let the light shine through the cracks.

To your surprise, Cloud locked eyes with you. He didn’t look away even as his hand slowly wrapped around yours. It was shaking slightly, reminding you of your own trembling.

Mesmerized by his eyes, you smiled a little. He tilted his head, curious about the gesture.

“What?” Cloud asked, clinging to your hand.

“You... it looks like you have stars in your eyes” You mumbled, still feeling the after effects of the euphoria inducing kiss.

At first, Cloud frowned. After a few seconds, however, he smiled a little as well. You gawked at him, opening your mouth to point it out. However, and before you could, he spoke up.

“You’re shaking” Cloud said, as though that was his excuse to hold your hand so tightly.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I’m pretty warm”

You chuckled, feeling stupidly happy even through that mild awkwardness. Hoping he didn’t mind, you leaned your head in his shoulder and shuffled closer to him. Indeed, his body radiated warmth, even if he was in his tank top.

The bare skin of his arms felt warm against yours, slowly ridding you of the shivering that the breeze caused in you. Feeling perfectly calm in that position, you sighed in content.

Cloud didn’t move, but you felt he was relaxed under your touch. It may take some time to get him to open up completely, but you could wait if he was willing to try as well.

You closed your eyes, trying to memorize that feeling of peace. As you sat there with him, you smiled. What you didn’t know was that, now that you weren’t looking, he allowed himself to smile again.

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