#forgetting or never truly knowing that he is number one in wills heart

[leohamatoblog]

More Headcanons: Personality Quirks

Leo:

• calm and collected but also very stubborn. it's his way or the high way until you prove him otherwise

• feelings aren't foreign but definitely aren't something he's particularly good at. he's guarded when he's confronted with someone who's heart is on their sleeve

• feelings, that being said, aren't a sign of weakness in his eyes. go ahead, be angry or be sad, but get it together cause shit needs done

• only truly comforting if you're full blown sobbing, and depending on your relationship, big bro leo or soft boyfriend leo come out

• best at de-escalation unless he's the one fighting with the other person

• hates, hates, hates being wrong (i don't make the rules) but weirdly not afraid to apologize for being wrong, in his own way of course

• he hates the word sorry and believes it's just a word. since he's a man of few words, he prefers to show he's sorry. (i've mentioned it before and i'll die on this hill, king of acts of service)

• can dish advice like it's candy but for the life of him can't take his own advice

• the patience of an absolute saint, unless you're one of his brothers

• confrontation is his middle name

• sarcastic but very thoughtful and very appreciative

• besides mikey, he gets the most depressed because he feels like his only identity is a leader at times

• he strikes me as the kind of guy that just comes up out of nowhere and says "need some help with that?"

• willing to try anything once, open minded to an extent if it's not dangerous

• extremely trustworthy and loyal

Raph:

• hothead but the most sensitive out of all the brothers. very quick to cry

• feelings, like mikey, are shown on his sleeve. he makes it everyone's problem

• bad at communication...that's all i gotta say on that

• unhealthy projector of feelings but is willing to hear tips on how to do better

• the type to start crying if you start crying

• not the most patient in the world but if you're new something he tries (keyword: tries) to be as patient as possible

• he gets awkward if he knows he hurt someone's feelings and has to apologize. very bad at words and not the best at showing he's truly sorry

• horrible at advice

• chronic gaslighter in some situations (i don't make the rules)

• he truly does try to better himself if you call him out on his bs, he's able to hold himself accountable..in his own way

• even though he's a hothead, once you start crying, immediately he stops. the first sight of your lip quivering and he's shut up cause he crossed the line and he knows it

• doesn't mind confrontation

• loyal, loyal, loyal

• type to hold a grudge forever and never forget

• the "where's my hug at" guy

Donnie:

• his intelligence is his strongest suite but sometimes it goes to his head...literally

• very awkward with feelings and has no idea what to do in situations that call for comfort

• unless he's very comfortable with you, he will send you to someone else if you're upset so he doesn't upset you more

• not emotional but also not not emotional

• doesn't like confrontation at all unless you're nice about it

• best at communication out of all the guys because if he's bothered, he makes it very known

• besides mikey, he's very easily manipulated

• chronic overthinker

• very insecure in his abilities as a ninja

• hates to talk about his feelings and bottles them up until he explodes

• not one to get angry but he is the passive aggressive king

• germaphobe (no elabortion...he just is)

• he's very kind and very helpful when the situation calls for it

• he's the most gentle of all the guys

• definitely on the spectrum (not sure which, but he's definitely on one)

Mikey:

• number one most emotional out of all the brothers and doesn't show it

• jokester but is able to have meaningful and deep conversations the best

• most empathetic and compassionate but too quick to trust

• explosive temper that only comes out when his family or friends are in life threatening danger

• feelings are worn on his sleeve and he isn't ashamed to show them

• boundaries are an extreme work in progress (do with that what you will)

• sometimes is unable to decifer when not to make a joke

• will take jokes as far as they'll go to the point where the offense level is very questionable

• apologizes until it gets incredibly annoying

• will never be afraid to share his opinion but will always be quick to point out the good

• he cries all the time with no shame

• actually a very analytical and extreme outside the box thinker

• the "i had him/her first" friend if you get into a relationship

• very good listener when needed, but selective hearing most of the time

• he has adhd. nothing further needed.

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can you do platonic Lu Bu, Kojiro, Jack, Raiden and Nikola with a little sister reader who is like Qiqi from genshin impact

Before little sister reader dead, she was a sunshine and cheerful. But after her death, she became forgetful and emotionaless.

Here's Qiqi's lore

https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Qiqi/Lore

And things you didn't know about Qiqi

https://gamerant.com/genshin-impact-qiqi-facts-trivia/

Still new to this franchise so please be patient with me. I did a bit of research on Qiqi so I hope I do this request justice.

-Lu Bu- To your big brother, you were his most important person, the only person he would willingly die for, not that he would ever tell anyone that. He remembered when you were alive by his side, you would cling to him, call him brother, and just brighten up not only his day but Chen Gong’s day who adored you. When he found out you were killed while he was fighting, someone else coming up and killing you in cold blooded revenge, he was furious and went on a one-man killing spree. After he died, he found you also in Valhalla, but you weren’t Y/N- you were a shell, a husk of your former, sunshine self. He never said anything, but Chen Gong could see the pain in his lord’s eyes when he would look down at you, holding you on his lap, wishing for the real you to return. You still called him brother, which he did love, but until everything was the same, there would always be pain in Lu Bu’s heart.

-Kojiro- Was the best big brother to you, always willing to give you piggy-back rides, doting on you, and he beamed when you asked him to train you himself. You were both beings of sunshine, smiling brightly. When you died in a terrible accident, Kojiro’s smile waned, he felt like he couldn’t live without his precious sister, and so he trained, trained to become stronger, so others wouldn’t lose their own loved ones. When Kojiro arrived in Valhalla, he was stunned to see you there waiting for him, you weren’t smiling, you looked almost emotionless, like you were missing your emotions. However, you brought back his smile when you held up your arms, “Big brother.” He hugged you so tightly, so happy to have you back in his life. You remained by your brother’s side, supporting him silently as he trained throughout the years. He did his best to always smile, smiling for the both of you, and when you managed to give him a shade of a smile, after so many years, he was elated, throwing you up into the air in glee.

-Jack- Your true self was locked deep within you, he could see your emotions wanting to break out, wanting to be free, but they couldn’t. You were like an emotionless living doll, barely speaking, and only to your big brother, calling him such. You were still as affectionate as you were when you were both alive, cupping his cheeks, sitting on his lap, and always being with him. Jack could see that you were trying, and it did warm his heart and he would always praise you and hold you close. Jack never forgave himself when you were killed after he failed to protect you, he became distraught, spiraling into madness, unable to cope with the loss of the only person that truly, honestly, loved him. When he saw you in Valhalla, waiting for him, he gave you a promise that the two of you would never be apart again.

-Raiden- You loved and adored your massive big brother more than anything, you were his number one fan, coming to all of his matches and cheering him on, looking adorable amongst all the other rikishi. Raiden was the same, he loved you so much and loved to spoil you, only because you would spoil him in return. If he got you mochi, you would hold one of them up, feeding him, which made his heart so warm. To lose you to a fever of all things, the one thing he couldn’t easily protect you against, made Raiden lose hope, he felt so helpless. In Valhalla, he was stunned to see you waiting there for him, holding your arms up to him, “Brother.” He hugged you so tightly many around worried that you were going to pop. Raiden knew that you were still Y/N, despite being void and emotionless, he knew that one day, if he was strong enough, he would bring back his biggest cheerleader, he just had to be patient, and smother you with love.

-Nikola- Despite all his knowledge, all his science and research, he couldn’t do anything to save you after you came down with a deadly fever. He could only see your bright smiling face, chasing after your much older brother, calling him big brother. Even though you couldn’t understand his science, you would stare at him with wonder and awe in your eyes ae he explained everything he could do in great detail. He thought it was cute that you tried to understand, finding your attempts to sound smart adorable, but he would always hype you up. When he found you in Valhalla, he picked you up, spinning you around with so much joy that he was in tears. It was only then when he saw your blank eyes and no smile on your lips, you were like a little doll. Nikola researched everything he could, trying to figure out a way to bring your smile back, with you sitting on his lap just like normal, holding his free hand. Nikola realized his research was not in vain when you finally spoke after a long while, “Explain it to me, big brother.” His research was momentarily forgotten as he swept you up, dancing around his lab in glee before, going into detail about everything, just like old times.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror lu bu #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror raiden #ror nikola tesla

[itadores]

call / response.

note: loosely based off that scene from the sandman of morpheus and calliope (loosely because i have not watched the show LOL)

word count: approx. 1k

pairing: gojo satoru x gender neutral reader

tags: immortals au, kidnapping (gojo’s kidnapped), light angst but a hopeful ending

satoru would find the room adequate, nice even, if not for the circumstances that led to him being confined within its walls. even now, he cannot comprehend how this came to be, how he— one of the strongest entities there is to exist— fell victim to a mere mortal, trapped like prey, like an animal. it is unfathomable, but nonetheless, it is the truth.

he was ridden of the source of his powers upon capture, right before he was forced into and locked within the room he currently resides in. satoru cannot be sure of the location of his precious belongings, but he assumes that the mortal keeping him captive is in possession of them. it fills satoru with a simmering anger- the idea that a mortal could be so foolhardy to believe that they could wield his items. oh, how he wishes he could exact revenge.

but revenge will have to wait, for satoru cannot even muster enough power to break free of the walls that keep him confined, of the invisible chains that hold him captive. it is humiliating, that an immortal as old and as powerful as satoru has been rendered to a state as pitiful as his current one. he is not weak- satoru is never weak-, but he has been weakened, significantly with the absence his tools.

there are a number of individuals that satoru believes would come to his aid if he asked. suguru, his closest friend. shoko. perhaps, even kento, if he knew how dire the situation was. however, satoru is unable to reach any of them, despite his many attempts to. at this point, he would even welcome the old god gakuganji if it meant out of this prison.

there is one last resort, one being that satoru has not called upon yet- has not even allowed himself to consider as an option for more than a few brief moments before moving on to the next thought-, despite his years spent in captivity. they would not respond, he thinks, not after their poor parting. his lips dip into a frown as he recollects. their last meeting was not a pleasant one, not in the slightest.

after many years of rumination, satoru has come to the realization that he is partially- if not mostly- at fault for that. when sorrow had befallen on the pair, satoru became cold, isolating himself from everyone, including his love. he rejected the comfort they offered, unable to face them when all he was reminded of was the loss they shared. he spurned them away again, and a quarrel erupted between the two.

it was a terrible, terrible encounter of barbed words and verbal lashings meant to leave everlasting wounds. satoru does not know how long the quarrel lasted- it could have been a few minutes or it could have been a millennia-, but it ended with him disappearing in a flash of purple. the last thing he recalls seeing before he transported himself away was his lover’s face, tear-stained and angry. he will never forget- the image is seared into his mind for all of eternity. a reminder of his greatest regret.

and now, satoru must decide if he is willing to face that, face you.

truthfully, satoru does not even know if you would even come if he attempted to summon you. the wards within this room could prove to be too powerful or you could simply ignore him. the latter thought wounds satoru more than he would ever be willing to admit.

but, he will never know if he does not try.

the disappointment of you not showing will not kill satoru- he is an immortal, after all-, but it will cause his heart unimaginable ache- the knowledge that you are well and truly done with him.

standing in a corner of the room that acts as his prison, satoru stares out one of the windows, contemplating. his blue hues gaze out the glass panes, looking but not seeing what lies beyond them. should he or should he not, satoru’s mind wars. eventually, satoru comes to a decision.

his glossy lips part, the pink of his tongue revealed as he quietly, speaking no louder than the whisp of a whisper, says your name.

for an extraordinarily long moment, nothing happens. satoru’s hopeful heart sinks. his confident frame sags, his chin tucking into his chest. he was a fool to think—

satoru flinches by the sudden presence of another in the room. nobody besides that imbecile of a mortal has entered the room before, but satoru can already tell it is not them. if not them, then …

could it be?

in his heart, satoru already knows the answer to his unspoken question- able to recognize your life signature like it’s a part of him, an extension of himself-, but he does not dare to hope until he turns his head away from the window. satoru’s crystalline eyes falls onto you, and his breath momentarily stops.

you’re here. across the length of the room, you stand, looking as ethereal as ever, staring at satoru with a curious twinkle in your gaze. you’re just as beautiful as he remembers, perhaps even more so.

“you came,” he finally says, breaking the silence. satoru attempts to smother it, but a hint of disbelief slips into his voice, which does not go unnoticed by you.

you raise a brow at him. taking confident yet careful steps, you make your way closer to satoru. your eyes stay on his face, gauging his reaction as you approach nearer.

you stop in front of him and tilt your head slightly to the side, scrutinizing his expression. satoru does not feel uncomfortable beneath your critical examination, he has been subject to those calculating eyes of yours too many times to count to find discomfort in the action. satoru may be the one to have been blessed with the gift of six eyes, but you are the one whose gaze feels all-seeing. all-knowing.

after you, presumably, find what you’re searching for, the pinch between your brows disappears. the corner of your lips curls in a way that makes satoru’s heart thump loudly in the cavern of his chest.

“you called,” you simply say, and satoru knows that no matter how poorly your last meeting went, you still harbor some semblance of love for him.

if you did not, you would not be here.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x gn reader #jujutsu kaisen x gn reader #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #from.jujutsu kaisen #new.mail #love.gojo satoru #not proofread LMAOOO

[augustinapril]

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 || P.P.

Pairing: Peter Parker x gn!reader

Sypnosis: Peter can tell there's something wrong, he's just not so sure how to approach the topic. On the roof of your snow-covered apartment, the both of you have an emotional chat about your reluctance to open up. He’s willing to wait.

Warnings: none, the reader is called “sweetheart” a few times. Written with tasm!peter in mind but it’s not really specified.

Wc: 1.3k || nav. || m.list

REBLOGS APPRECIATED <3

The streets of Queens were frosty with snow, the soft white powder decorating the sidewalks and leaf-bare trees. Each breath you took became visible with every exhale, reminding you of just how cold it is despite how you never felt it.

It wasn't the only one.

"You really shouldn't be out here in this weather," You heard Peter speak softly from behind you, snow crunching as he stepped towards your sitting figure, draping your shoulders with a frayed blue blanket. How he had gotten here you were never truly sure of with the number of possibilities there were. He could’ve used his spiderwebs, the crowded subway, or even a taxi if he had the money with him. It was usually a stab in the dark unless there had been obvious evidence pointing towards a specific route. Now, however, there were none. "You're gonna catch a cold."

You shrugged instead of giving a verbal answer. You couldn’t will yourself to speak right now, scared you’d mess up the tranquility surrounding you. Everything was calm and content, a breath of fresh—yet freezing—air compared to everything you’d felt the past few weeks.

“Lucky for you, I came prepared,” Peter continued as he dug through the backpack that he had brought with him. You turned towards him with furrowed brows, watching as he pulled out a spiderman-themed ear flap hat with a matching set of cotton mittens. Instantly you broke into a quiet fit of laughter, which made Peter smile. He hadn’t heard you laugh like that in weeks.

“What? You have something against Spiderman, N/n?” You nodded as Peter seized your hands in his. His felt like being snuggled up against a cozy fireplace in comparison to yours. He gave a faux gasp of being insulted as he slid the oversized mittens onto your shaking hands, making sure they were on comfortably. “I can not believe you.”

You observed as Peter adjusted your hoodie sleeve over the cuffs of the mittens, making your heart warm in appreciation. He’d always had a big heart, it was one of the things you loved about him. He’d always check in on you, asking where you were when you never made it to class and making sure you got home okay on the days he couldn’t walk you. The way he always put people before himself was something you both admired and despised; often he forgets he’s human and can only do so much, no matter how strong his spider abilities may make him.

“Spiderman is amazing, I’ll have you know,” He told you matter-of-factly as he began to delicately place the spiderman hat onto your head, using the long side tassels to adjust it over your ears. “Aw man, I'm pretty sure the eyes on the hat are off. How could someone mess that up on a hat?” Again, you shrugged.

Despite his playful demeanor, the way he was talking quicker than normal gave off the fact he had something else on his mind. He seemed worried about it yet it was clear to see he wanted nothing more than to communicate about whatever it was. It wasn’t that difficult to pick up on. He kept biting his lip when he took breaks between sentences, and he struggled a few times to get the hat center on top of your head from his trembling hands.

You readjusted yourself, twisting your body towards his and lightly knocking your leg against his. Instantly, he looked at you.

He assumed, hoped, it was because you were going to say something. Talk about everything you’re dealing with instead of bottling it up like you usually do. Most of the time he has to cajole you into telling him anything that’s bothering you, even the small things like when you accidentally burnt your toast in the morning or got a bad grade on an assignment. He never understood why you wouldn’t just reach out to him for support, as he did with you. Always, whenever something went wrong for him, you were there beside him in a heartbeat. Yet, he could never get that in return. He wanted to help you in the ways you’ve helped him but you never fully allowed yourself to trust him.

Like right now. He caught a glimpse of the concerned look in your eyes, the way your brows creased in worry for him when it was evident you were the one who needed a shoulder to lean on.

It broke him.

"You know you can talk to me right?” He’d informed you pleadingly. He was begging you to talk to him. “I know I'm probably not the best at it but I care about you. Just–just talk to me, okay? I want to help you, you're in pain, I can see it. Feel it. I just need you to tell me, sweetheart.”

The way his voice cracked at the end felt like broken glass slashing through your heart. His hands clasped yours tightly as he started to cry, making you tense in shame. You pulled your dominant hand from his, lifting it towards his pale winter-kissed face and whipping away the stream of tears. At that moment, the overwhelming amount of Peter’s love hit you like a freight train. He cared about you in the most intense way someone could. It was heavy and deep and so full of raw emotion that it was suffocating. It’s hard to believe someone could hold so much fondness for one person, especially you of all people.

You opened your mouth in hopes of saying something, anything that could show him just how sorry you were for it all but not a sound came out. It felt like everything you wanted to let out was stuck in your throat. Peter had noticed, an overpowering amount of guilt splashing you like an ocean's tide during a harsh storm. “You don’t have to say anything now. I don’t want you to feel pressured into telling me it’s just –“ Peter hesitated, his breath catching in his throat. He took a minute but the way he looked at you before he whispered was like a hand smashing every piece of your soul. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you the way you saved me."

Your breath had been stolen from your lungs. Peter Parker felt like he had failed you in the worst way possible.

You vigorously shook your head, denying this lie he felt. Peter had saved you in ways he wasn't even aware of, you just never had the guts to tell him. He deserved more, you'd thought, more than you could ever give him, but he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted you and your flaws and past mistakes, and no matter how long it would take he was going to wait until you were comfortable enough to say it.

You leaned towards him and pulled him into a tight embrace, your arms wrapped around his body in a way that kept him held against you. He could feel the way your body shook with silent sobs, the back of his hoodie tightening when your fists clutched the cloth in a vice grip. He felt every emotion you had right then as he hugged you back. You weren’t ready to talk now, but he knew this was your way of saying you were willing to try. He could feel you whisper against his ear, your warm breath making him shiver from its intrusiveness against the cold.

“You’re a fool for ever thinking you haven’t rescued me, Peter,” you began, your voice delicate. “I’ll tell you of all the ways you’ve become my hero one day. I promise you that.”

“Pink promise?” You could feel his small grin against your skin, making you pull away just enough so you could bring your hand up to his while still maintaining the proximity. “There’s no breaking your promise now, L/n.”

This was Peter’s way of saying he heard you and that he understood. Humor has become a fundamental stone in your friendship, often worming its way into conversations, serious or not. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Parker.”

© SRYSTIX, 2023 do not copy, translate, or repost my works.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #mcu!spiderman x reader #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!peter imagine #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!spiderman x you

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmate AU in which you get born with a tattoo representing your soulmate. While they can match, that's usually a rare case. However, they do show in the same place (e.g. If your tattoo is on your right shoulder, your soulmate's tattoo is also on their right shoulder). The tattoo starts to fade when your soulmate dies until it is no longer there.

Crown with cracks - Represents Marco's loyalty. His desire to work for the king and help the citizens of the wall. The cracks make allusion to Marco's innocence and pure heart, but also the corruption behind the very thing he's admiring. They also represent his downfall, as that ignorance is what will kill him one day.

Omelet - Represents Jean's love. His desire to leave a life of loneliness behind yet still holding into the small things of his childhood. The way his exterior is harsh and hard to love yet his interior is soft and full of love, just like an omelet. It takes hard work, perseverance, patience and love to make the perfect omelet.

X

"I think my soulmate is part of the royalty" that was the first time Marco has ever heard Jean talk about his soulmate. For someone so arrogant and cocky, he has always avoided the subject when brought up.

Now there was no one around to bring the subject up. The stars were bright and heavy in number, with no cloud to cover them. It was Marco's idea to sneak out and watch them ; it reminds him a lot of home and how he used to watch the stars with his siblings. Jean wasn't looking at them, his gaze glued to the ground ; for how long he's been doing that Marco doesn't know.

"Is that why you truly want to join the Military Police?" there were many questions he had for Jean, all of them piled up in the back of his mind waiting for the right moment. Marco was a patient soul, aware that someone like Jean was best left alone. It was that patience and willingness to not push that made their friendship blossom so beautifully.

Jean half strughs, not really answering the question. Marco nods, knowing the true meaning behind the gesture. Once again he doesn't push, for now content with the small information Jean was willing to disclose.

"Mine might be a chef" at that affirmation Jean moves his attention away from the ground, his gaze landing on Marco.

"My tattoo is of an omelet. When I was younger I thought it means that my soulmate truly loves them, so I begged mom to teach me how to make the perfect one" he adds when Jean's attention is fully on him, a soft smile painted on his face. "Mom said it probably means he's a good cook, but taught me regardless. Her theory makes more sense than mine anyway"

His laugh is the only sound they hear in the darkness of the night, Jean's own chuckle joining soon enough. There was a slight blush on Marco's face of embarrassment, one hidden well by the lack of light. Jean saw it anyway.

"My mom… She, um. She makes really good omelets. I could teach you her receipt?" now it was Jean's turn to blush of embarrassment, something that didn't go unnoticed by Marco.

There was a flow of warmest going through Marco's body, filling him with happiness. He couldn't remember a time when he had smiled so bright, happy from both gaining Jean's help and getting his friend to open up to him even more. The news were like a Christmas gift to him, one that he was never going to forget.

"We can trade. I could use another option on the way I make my omelet"

The smirk he got to associate with Jean came back on his friend's face, the promise made between them without any further words. It was moments like these that made Marco glad he didn't listen to the other cadets and actually gave Jean a chance.

"Then let's do it!" Marco's smile fell instantly once Jean said the words, his friend getting up from the ground and walking towards the cafeteria. He has to rush to get up and follow his friend, his heartbeat running a marathon in his chest.

It was also moments like these, when Jean would let his impulsive thoughts guide his actions and do reckless things, that made Marco regret some of his life choices.

"Right now?! What if we get caught?" he couldn't help but worry, aware of how harsh Keith Shadis could be. No one has forgotten Sasha's punishment back on their first day as cadets, even after such a long time.

"We won't. Everyone is asleep." upon noticing the worried look on his friend's face Jean let out a dramatic sigh and put his arm around Marco's shoulders, bringing him closer "C'mon Marco, live a little! There's no better time than now"

The smile on Marco's face was shaky, but enough for Jean to know that everything was going to be alright.

X

Jean was in another world altogether. It wasn't like his mom's omelet, no one was going to make it as good as her, but it was one of the best he has ever eaten. He didn't bother to slow down, eating the food like a starved man. There was a deep warmest in his chest, one he had only felt around his mom when he was younger. Love, he vaguely throught.

"Your soulmate is going to be so lucky, you have no clue" the words were spoken through a full mouth, it was a miracle Marco has said nothing about it.

Instead he was smiling, a bright and full of life one. Marco's smiles have always been like that, filling Jean with a happiness he has never thought possible. Jean never understood it, how could someone bring so much brightness in a person's life.

"Yours is going to be just as lucky"

Jean shook his head at the compliment, used to it by now. It was easier for Marco to compliment back than accept the compliments and praises said to him.

"You dork" he said once he swallowed what was left of the omelet, a smirk on his face, "Now is your turn. Try mine before it goes cold!"

The last time Jean felt so anxious was when he was seven, on his first day of school. It was like the time wasn't moving at all while Marco was taking the first bite ; it was only then that Jean realized how much Marco's opinion on it meant to him. He wanted for Marco to love it, the same way he loves it.

Marco's eyes widened ever so slightly before he let out a laugh, one that was filling his eyes with tears. At that moment Jean felt his heart sinking in his stomach, his cheeks warming with embarrassment. His shoulders hunched in defense, harsh words already on the tip of his tongue waiting for Marco's mean words ; he didn't need them in the end, not when Marco gave him a look full of love and wonder while taking another bite of the omelet, tears falling freely over his cheeks and highlighting his freckles. He looked beautiful in that moment, in a way only in dreams made any sense.

"Jean, this is amazing! I have never tasted something so good in my life!" he confessed between bites, another laugh full of life following soon after. At the positive words Jean let himself relax, joining Marco in his laughter.

Jean has never felt so good before ; he has never had friends growing up, Marco being his first and only. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to stay by Marco's side for the rest of his life, so they could enjoy more moments like these together.

"Hey, Jean" a long time has passed since they stopped laughing when he said the words, attracting Jean's attention. Only when Jean looks directly at him does Marco continue, a content smile on his face, "We are going to join the Military Police together, right? You're going to find your soulmate and I'm going to give my heart and soul to you two. Protect the royal family with all I got!"

"Don't be ridiculous" knowing Marco, he was truthful at that moment. Jean shook his head in disapprovement, a small frown on his face. "You're going to find your soulmate too. Then we're going to live a comfortable life inside the walls, the four of us. Together"

Marco's eyes softened at the words, his smile small and soft.

"Alright. Together"

"What are you doing here, maggots?!"

The new voice startled the two boys, making them jump away from the table. Jean hit his hip while doing that and Marco nearly fell on the ground, but they both got up and saluted instructor Shadis.

By the look on his face, their punishment wasn't going to be an easy one. But Jean thought everything was worth it ; it was for Marco after all.

((He withdraw the sentiment on the third day of night training))

#I don't know man my hand slipped and this got born #anyway #aot #jean kirstein #jeanmarco #aot jean #marco bodt #marco bott #snk #aot marco #jean kirschstein #soulmate au #JeanMarco Soulmate AU #oneshot #one shot #I mean is under the cut man no one forcing ya to read the OS too you know??? #just putting it out there #Anyway this is posted on AO3 too! Fic name 'Together'. My username is in the pinned post on my blog lol

[thiswontbeforever]

What are your three favourite scenes in YR season 2? And why?

And what are the three most beautiful scenes in your opinion (if they are not among your favourite ones)?

hiii ty for sending an ask 🥰🥺

this is truly really difficult because season 2 was so packed but i’ll try to narrow it down. also this is definitely going to be biased towards what i personally loved vs like what were the technical best scenes/best for the plot

i think 3 favorites would be:

3. any of simon writing/singing but particularly the scene where he puts on wille’s sweater & starts to sing & write & then sees himself in the mirror. omar’s acting was absolutely phenomenal & but wrenching & i think it was an incredibly smart & well done scene in every way, even if it was also incredibly painful & led him to messaging marcus again bc it was so amazing to really see what simon was going through & the emotions driving his reactions.

2. wille’s scene that starts with him putting his earbuds in, looking at pics of simon, & then walking out to the lake. i cannot put into words the emotions i felt watching that the first time, with “lonely ones” playing. again, it was an incredible scene to show us wille’s state of mind & genuine loneliness consuming him. again, of course hate what it led to, but that scene was so so so beautiful shot & acted. it truly encompassed a lot of what they had been saying s2 was about & it made me feel & connect with yr just like simon’s scene did.

again, its so hard to narrow it down to 3 bc i loved so many scenes. honestly the first 4 minutes that we got is kind of forgotten about now because we talked about it so heavily when it came out before the show, but edvin acted the f*ck out of those scenes.

also the first ep party scene from the way wille challenges august to simon & wille seeing each other & interacting was truly incredible & absolutely one of my favorites.

the music room fight is another fav. i think simon said exactly what needed to be said & that it encapsulated them being teens going through all of this really well. simon defender to my grave that scene was important & necessary & well done on both omar & edvin’s end.

simon saying “they don’t have names.” was simultaneously iconic & comedic & also gut wrenching & so emotional bc we know what he was remembering, protecting.

1. is a tie. between like 3 scenes. i’m dumping all the wilmon scenes here. ep 4 kiss. i could sit here & talk about this forever. the way wille finally tries to let simon go, to recognize what simon has been telling him & asking for & finally putting aside some of his selfishness, to the look on simon’s face when he realizes what wille is finally granting him is not at all what he wants because it was others’ opinions that might’ve pushed him towards trying to forget when that was just never gonna be an option. to him calling after wille, wille almost not believing he heard right, to the “everything just got so messed up between us” “i know” but it was never what was between them that was wrong or the problem, it was everything around them and they immediately show that with the kiss that is all simon’s choice, wille gives him the lead, and the LOOKS on their faces….incredible. the smiles. it was never them. what they felt and them together before all the stress was always right, always real. the ep 5 scenes had me screaming. “i could be free…free with you” i had to pause bc i was losing my mind. the switch in wille of immediate communication to simon once he found something out was such a good start to him changing some of his ways. simon’s face was just….and to do it in front of rosh & ayub. so important so heart wrenching i was crying. and then the BOOK SCENE. okay book scene may be number one wow so so well written well acted. it is them literally turning a page together, a new chapter of them better understanding and accepting each others’ realities & deciding they want to go on this journey together of figuring out what they want and who they really want to be. and then of course, wille’s panic attack to simon worrying about him to the conversation and then just being honest about how they feel to finally being together again. that scene was so powerful. they have everything they had to each other in case it was the last time & it was the most beautiful mix of love & longing & desperation…of choosing that moment together to take back what they lost and that it might fall apart all over again tomorrow so if this is the last time then we’ll give each other everything. absolutely incredible episode and sequences of scenes. and then the i love you & eps 6 ending. the CHILLS that took over my body with simon pulling wille aside…the i love you…and wille’s speech. not even just him admitting it but him deciding what kind of crown prince he wants to be and calling out the monarchy and traditions, (which i hope leads more to him making an effort to understand the classism & realities simon faces & what else needs to change), the games & power greedy manipulations that keep everything spinning, and choosing love after spending his life raised in an institution that has tried to teach him love is foolish and fleeting and not worth it. yes, it was somewhat cheesy to a certain extent, but it was still powerful and wille taking control over his own narrative & realizing what simon has been trying to convey to him. and that simon deciding he was okay with being a secret was what wille still thought he wanted until he had it because the secrets only caused pain & problems. and love, true love between two people should not be threatened with pain & chaos & scandal because of traditions where the elite only look after the elite…it was an amazing scene to have wille finally stomp on all the lies and the coercion and to not leave simon alone in that any longer. okay this got way longer than i intended and i CLEARLY couldn’t choose just 3 scenes but 😭😂 yeah. i think the most beautiful pretty much overlap here. also simon singing at the ball was of course stunning. i think also wille getting ready for the ball was beautiful in a heartbreaking way. same for the conversation he had with felice in ep4 after tHAT mistake. their friendship >>>> and wille saying he has to let him go.

also one more wilmon power couple eps 6 before shit completely hits the fan was also >>>>>

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[lokisprettygirl]

Mystery of Laufey Manor (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Au)

Read chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary : Seduction is an art and loki seems to be a pro

After you finished reading the Letter you flipped the paper, and it had his home address and telephone number. You could have been in touch with him all this time, after pondering over it for minutes, you got up and grabbed your purse, he gave you the card for his hotel, you nervously dialed the number 

"Hello, Bel Casa Hotel, how may I assist you?" 

"Umm can I get in touch with Mr. Loki laufeyson please" you asked the working attendee to connect you and he made you hold for a minute, probably confirming it with Loki.

"Thanks for your patience mam, I'll transfer your call now" 

You thanked him and you could feel your heart beating so fast as you waited to hear his voice

"Hello darling, I was afraid you won't let me make it up to you" 

"I found your letter" you clenched your eyes as you felt extremely nervous to talk to him

"Did you read it ?" 

"I did..I did yes" you mumbled and you could hear him sighing on the other side

"I have missed you love" his voice came out all breathy as he said that, it made you shiver, in a good way, in a very good way

"I have missed you too but..I.. I don't understand what's happening here" you didn't, did he want to date you? You remember him saying that he wanted to court you.

"May I see you tomorrow? I don't think that conversation is best suited for telephone" he told you and you nodded before realizing that he can't see you. You do have to see Bruce Tomorrow though,

"I uhh actually..I have to go on a date with this guy" he got quiet as you said that , too quiet but then he spoke after few seconds

"Is this man courting you?" He asked you and you turned to your side as you played with the cord of the telephone. You wondered if he'd be jealous of him.

"We are going on our first date tomorrow, he's a cop" 

"Do you fancy him lady y/n?" He asked you and you bit on your lips 

"A little, he..he has been really nice since I was all alone here and he took care of me" 

Sure he checked on you once in a while, but you didn't fancy him at all, you found him nice and sweet and you wished you were into him but he didn't excite you, it wasn't him that clouded your every waking thought, it wasn't him you thought of before you went to sleep, but he didn't need to know that, you wanted to rile him up a little bit for leaving you without seeing you.

"You lie so efficiently, Miss y/n" 

"I'm not lying, why would you say that Loki?" He chuckled and then he got too quiet again

" I for one know that you desire me as much as I do. You think I do not remember that last night when I had you in my lap? When you were so wild and willing in my arms? A shaking moaning mess as you swirled on my thighs? You really think I would forget the look on your face when you wanted me to take your body and use it for our pleasure?" 

You let out a gasp as he finished his words, the rumble in his voice made every inch of your skin tingle with anticipation, you couldn't stop thinking about having him speak to you like that while he was on top of you. Whispering filthy words as he would thrust in and out of..

"Earth to madam" you snapped out of your thoughts as he pulled you back to reality

"You can't..you can't say stuff like that" 

"Does it bother you or make you feel discomfited darling? I would never speak to you in such a manner if that's the case" he asked you in a serious, strict tone. You weren't uncomfortable, not at all, and you didn't want him to take this away from you, he had no idea what he was doing when he was being this way.

"It doesn't bother me Loki, nor I'm uncomfortable but it does make me feel flustered, I .. nobody has ever talked to me like this before" 

"That's a shame, truly it is, because you deserve to be debauched in every possible way my love. And I would love to be the man who gets the honor of ruining you"

"Fuck loki" you couldn't help but moan, his words went straight to your core, the man was legit talking dirty to you and being respectful about it at the same time. 

"Oh you will ..patience.. go on that date tomorrow my little darling. When you come back I'll be waiting for you in your home. Go and disenchant yourself with another meager man if you wish to do so but you know the truth. You'll come back to me craving the touch you need so badly, desperate to hear my voice whispering in your ears, you'll beg me to touch you by the end of the night"

 That was the best sleep you have gotten in months, once he hung up you couldn't stop smiling, you thought about him doing bad things to you until sleep came for you. Next day you got off work early because you had to go on the date. You put on a black dress, did your hair and make up, got yourself all prepped, but not for Bruce. Definitely not for him, and then you felt awful about it. You should have just denied going with him but you felt so lonely and you wanted to move on from Loki. 

One date, just one date won't hurt him. As you reached the restaurant, he wasn't there yet so you sat down and waited for him, he came running into the restaurant lookin all frazzled.

"Are you okay?" You asked him and he sat down

"Yeah i'm coming right from precinct, I'm sorry I didn't put much effort into getting ready especially when.." you looked at him and smiled 

"When you look so beautiful" you let out a little laugh. Okay he was cute. 

"Thank you and It's not a big deal, your work is important, something happened?" 

"Yeah but I don't want to talk about it if you don't mind"

"Of Course not" 

You smiled at him, but like Loki said he was there in your head, you thought about him every other second, after an hour or so Bruce dropped you home, you didn't feel the electric connection with him the way you did with Loki, but he was a sweet guy. He asked you if you'd like to see him again and as awkward as it was for you to say no, you didn't want to lead him on further. He seemed so sad so you hugged him, it was better this way, he seemed nice and didn't deserve to have his time and effort wasted.

As you walked to your apartment, Loki was waiting outside the door, you smiled as you looked at him 

"Why didn't you get in, you had the keys right? You didn't give them back to me" 

You took out your own keys to open the door and he was just staring at you

"Wouldn't want to intrude in your space like that" you both got inside and you put your purse down on the couch.

"So I suppose it didn't go well" you heard his deep gravelly voice from behind you so you turned to look at him

"Why would you say that?" 

"You wouldn't be here so soon if that wasn't the case" He had a point

"You want a cup of tea?" You asked him and he nodded, so you made your way to the kitchen, you heard the sound of his cane following you. 

You turned the stove on and put the kettle on, you felt nervous, so nervous but you were trying to not show him that. All of a sudden you felt him behind you, he had placed the cane right outside the kitchen, next to the door 

He grabbed your upper arms and locked them behind your back, he placed your left hand on your right one and held you in place, then pulled you into him, your back was pressed against his chest, you felt his lips on your skin and bare shoulders. He had black silk gloves on, that complemented his attire but you missed the sight of his beautiful hands. The touch of his lips on your skin made you shiver, his scent filled your senses.

"Lokii" you mumbled his name and pressed your head down on his right shoulder, he let go of your arms but you kept them in place like he wanted you to. He brought his hands up and one of them went over your eyes and another one rubbed against your cheek, then he ran them from your collarbone to your breasts, then he kept going lower and lower, you gasped as you felt his gloves fingers running on your inner thighs.

"Take the glove off please" you mumbled as you took a deep breath, he watched your chest heaving up and down slowly, he could hear the shuddering breaths you took with every touch.

"Mmhm? You want to feel my skin caressing yours love?" He whispered in your ears, his smoky voice made you feel drowsy 

"Pleassse" you whined as you pleaded him so he ran his fingers up from your thighs to your lips and he rubbed them over your lips, the dark red lipstick you had on was smudged around all over, then he put his index finger between your teeth which of course you didn't resist at all. 

"Bite on the fabric, not my finger darling" you felt in trance again, you have never felt this way before, nobody has ever touched you or talked to you like this, it felt so good, you felt a little scared, but more so aroused and you wanted to follow his every command. You wanted him to make you dance to his tunes as he would see fit.

You gripped the edge of the fabric between your teeth and then he pulled his hand away, taking the glove off them. His other hand still covered your eyes, you couldn't see anything but you felt every sensation and it multiplied ten fold as he took away one of your senses.

He snatched the glove from between your teeth and placed it on the countertop, then his hand went back under your dress and he started  rubbing circles on your inner thighs, you couldn't stop moaning in desperation. He was so close to your burning soaking heat , you just wanted him to touch you there, just once, just a brush against your clothed folds. That's how desperate you felt for him.

"You smell divine my love, but you didn't put this fancy dress on and got all dolled up for that man in uniform did you?" You shook your head immediately as you heard his question. 

"I did it for you, you drive me crazy, I'm so attracted to you it baffles me" he let out a throaty chuckling sound, your voice sounded so whispery, so whiny and he was pleased. 

"The tea is prepared, go back to the living room and sit down on the sofa, let me serve it to you " he removed his hand from your eyes and let go of you instantly after that, then he took a tray from the stand and placed two cups on it while you stood there all hot and burning for him.

He looked at you and you instantly turned on your heels and stepped out of the kitchen. You took a deep breath as you sat down on the sofa, he was teasing you, you knew that. Nobody has ever touched you like that before, the men you have been with before didn't make you dance over the edge of seduction, they didn't seduce you at all, you just went on dates, started dating them if there was mutual attraction and then you'd have sex with him. It wasn't bad or anything but you never had such a feeling before. He kept you afloat and drowned you at the same time

Once he returned to the living room, he handed you a cup of tea, and you instantly put it down on the coffee table. He bent down on his right knee in front of you and took your heels off one by one then you felt him massaging your ankles. He pressed his thumb on a sore spot and it made you sigh in relief. 

Then he stood up in front of you so you looked up at him. You got on your knees on the couch and wrapped your arms around him, as soon as your fingers trailed through the elastic band of the mask, he grabbed your hand in his 

"Let me see.. please" he grabbed both of your wrists and pulled you closer 

"I can't..not just yet" 

"Whyyy" he pulled your arms behind your back again, as if he didn't trust you with his mask, then he kissed on your neck

"Because it's nothing you'd want to see love, it's not exactly a bewitching sight and your perception of me with a mask and wig on is better preserved than you seeing me without one, as long as you don't see it, I'm just a man who keeps the mask on for fun, once you see what's behind it then I become the man with a disfigured face and bald head" 

"It wouldn't matter to me, it wouldn't change anything Loki" 

He put his head up and looked at you, then he shook his head. You ran your fingers down from his chest to his covered bulge, he was excited you could tell. You rubbed him over his pants and his breath hitched in his chest

"Stopp y/n" 

"You're killing me baby" his pupils dilated at the mention of the pet name. He was so restricted in the way he allowed you to get close to him, he wanted to touch you but he wouldn't let you do the same to him. 

"Not yet darling, not so soon" he chuckled and placed a kiss on your cheek 

"Drink your tea and get your sleep, I'm taking you out tomorrow, a rendezvous if you will, let me sweep you off your feet sweet y/n, I want us to know each other better before we get immersed into a sexual relationship" 

You bit on your lips, he was a tease of the highest order, but also a gentleman. He wanted to know you before he have sex with you, maybe chivalry did exist. 

"Mmm how chivalrous of you" you giggled and pulled yourself away from him and sat down on the sofa. He leaned over you and placed his arms on the back of the couch, trapping you between them, 

"Just being cautious love, don't get me wrong darling, you're very desirable and every man's wet dream. Your sexuality is dripping and I want to get saturated through and through but once I get you wrapped around me in every way, once I feel the heat of your core warming me up, once I get a taste of you and you get me Inside you, I won't let you go darling, you'll be mine forever. And you'd crave me too, you'd crave every inch of me again and again, but I'm not just ravenous for your body, I want your heart, I need you to love me darling"  

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, his words engraved in your head, it fueled your desires for him even more. After you finished your tea, he took you to your bedroom and wished you goodnight. Then he went upstairs to stay the night. As he laid down in his bed, he fondled himself to the thought of you being so eager and wanton for him, he moaned as he thought of you rubbing your hands over his cock, you are so easy to please he could tell. All he had to do was flick his fingers all over your skin, whisper filthy words and you were a puddle in his hands. That's all it took for him to enchant you. Pure, innocent, sultry little y/n. 

""It wouldn't matter to me, it wouldn't change anything Loki" 

He thought of what you said today, then he smiled even though his eyes teared up. 

That's what they all said to him. All of them.

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[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

#ethan torchio #maneskin #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio fiction #ethan tochio x you #ethan torchio x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin fiction #fluff #my writings

[mikeyinnit]

lovebug

Pairing: Wilbur x GN!Reader

Summary: Wilbur was done with love after he lost Sally, but when Fundy introduces him to one of Niki’s friends, things start to change.

Word Count: 2k words

Notes: Songfic!! I said they would be rare and it’s the second fic I post lmao. Inspired by Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers, totally willing to do a part 2 for this one because I have other ideas with other lyrics and stuff

Tagging: N/A

After Sally, Wilbur wasn’t really looking for anyone else to love, in fact, he had given up on love entirely. He had to focus on his son and the nation he was building from the ground up.  

Then you came into the picture.

You were a friend of Niki’s, that’s how he met you. Fundy was visiting the bakery and when Wilbur came to get him, he saw you helping the young fox hybrid make cookies. It was such a sweet sight that he took a moment to just enjoy seeing his son have a great time. When he did enter, Fundy introduced the two.

“This is Y/N! They’re one of Niki’s friends. Y/N, this is my dad. He’s single.”

Of course his son would throw him under the bus like that. But you just laughed, and god did you have a beautiful laugh, and held out your hand. A gesture that Wilbur returned with one of his charming grins.

“Fundy’s talked about you all day, I feel like I know you already…” you had trailed off, obviously Fundy only referred to him as my dad, prompting him to give his name.  

“Wilbur Soot.”

“Wilbur. It’s great to meet you.”

You gave him your phone number, clearly you were as taken with Fundy as the boy was to you, for him or his son to use anytime. Then you said your goodbyes for the night as you sent them on their way with the cookies you and Fundy baked along with some extra baked goods.

Called you for the first time yesterday

Wilbur hadn’t used your number for a good couple of days. He had been busy with L’Manberg and honestly had barely had time to see his son, let alone the enchanting stranger.  

Today was a day that he could actually spend quality time with Fundy, and obviously all of that time at the bakery while he was working just made the young boy want to bake cookies with his dad. Unfortunately, Fundy was very specific with what cookies he wanted to make. The ones he baked with you.

“These don’t taste like the ones Y/N made.” Was said numerous times throughout the night no matter how Wilbur changed the recipe so eventually, he just gave up and called you to figure it out.  

“Hello?”

Your voice rang out through the telephone and it instantly felt like all of the stress of this baking night was leaving his body.

“Y/N, it’s Wilbur. We met at Niki’s the other day?”

“Wilbur! Of course. How are you? How’s Fundy?”

Another grin was brought to his face at you almost immediately asking about Fundy, though he didn’t have the chance to respond as the aforementioned hybrid returned from getting more ingredients for the cookies and practically begged his father to put you on speaker so he could talk to you as well.

“Y/N!!”

It was almost like he could hear the smile on your face as you spoke to Fundy. “Fundy! What are you up to?”

“We’re trying to bake cookies but dad can’t make them like you.”

Wilbur heard that laugh again, that beautiful laugh that he first heard at the bakery.  

“That’s because your dad probably doesn’t know the secret ingredient that we used to bake those cookies. How about you give the phone back to him so I can let him know and then I’m sure you two will bake the best cookies ever.”

Then the phone was back in his hand and he spoke, “Secret ingredient?”

You grinned as you answered, “I just told him to tell the dough nice things in his life. Some people say speaking love into the dough helps, I don’t know if it’s true or not but he had fun with it.”

It sounded ridiculous, but Wilbur decided to try it.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll let you know how it goes.”  

This time, Fundy thought the cookies were perfect.  

I finally found the missing part of me

You became a big part of his routine after that night. He would see you at the bakery every time he came to get his son, he called you even when he was at work, you quickly became an important part of his life. Fundy loved you, days together often involved him telling Wilbur all about whatever the two of you got up to.  

Wilbur wasn’t a stranger to love, he loved Sally, he loved his country, he loved his son. But it felt very different with you. He couldn’t even say it was love yet, you just felt like you fit with him and Fundy. You were kind, and obviously cared about his son, you were funny, the texts and calls he exchanged with you never failed to put a smile on his face. And you cared about his son a lot, which was certainly not a negative. For the two of them, it felt like you were the perfect fit to the puzzle they didn’t realize was missing a piece.

I felt so close but you were far away

Getting used to having you in his routine meant it really sucked when you traveled to a village far away. Fundy missed you and honestly, Wilbur did too. You promised the young boy that you wouldn’t be gone for long, and told him that he was welcome to call you at anytime. Which Fundy took full advantage of. Every night before the young fox hybrid went to bed, he called you on Wilbur’s phone and the two of them heard about your day and they shared details of their own. On certain nights, you even joined Wilbur in singing a lullaby for him.  

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and that absolutely seemed true with your trip. Both of the boys missed you and wondered when you would be back, but luckily, you came back within a month. And you came back with plenty of gifts for Fundy, which made the boy ridiculously happy. You even got a gift for Wilbur, which was certainly a pleasant surprise since really, you being back was enough of a gift for him.  

That night, he invited you over for dinner. He said it was to celebrate your return, which is true, but he also just wanted to spend time with you now that you were back. You agreed, and the three of you even tried baking dessert, which resulted in a small flour fight initiated by you.  

Wilbur usually liked everything in order and in his control, something like throwing flour around and making a complete mess of his kitchen is something that Tommy would enjoy, but somehow it felt okay with you and his son.  

I never thought that I’d catch this lovebug again

After that night, Wilbur came to realize that he did like you, if not love you. You were a nice balance to his control and an escape from the stress of his job as president.  

At first, it felt like a betrayal to Sally. He decided he was going to focus on his son and his nation, not love. He decided that long before you came into the picture and he was a man of his word. Even if that word was only said to himself.

He knew he couldn’t just outright ignore you. Not only would that be unfair to you, it wouldn’t be fair to Fundy.  So he had to deal with it another way, throwing himself further into his work. It meant less time with his son but it was very productive for L’Manberg. Plus it meant Fundy got to see you and Niki more so Wilbur is certain that the young fox would understand and perhaps enjoy this more than spending time with him.  

There was a knock at his door but Wilbur didn’t even look up as he called out, “Come on in.” Obviously it wasn’t Tommy since the boy never knocked but it could have been Tubbo or Jack Manifold or even someone from outside of L’Manberg.  

“You would think that in a time of peace, the president would have more free time.”

He knew that voice. He could never forget the face that went along with it. Your smile and eyes never left his mind even with him trying his hardest to shut out the rest of the world.  

“Y/N, I wasn’t expecting to see you. What brings you by?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Fundy told me you’ve been sleeping here lately so I thought I would check on you.”  

And there was that kindness again. The kindness that made him fall in love with you in the first place.  

“I’m okay, Y/N. Just busy.”  

“Too busy to stop by the bakery to see your friends? Or to even come home and see your son at night?”

There was an edge to your voice and Wilbur wasn’t sure how he felt about it, obviously he thought that Fundy would prefer spending time with you and Niki over himself but it seemed like you disagreed.

You strongly disagreed.  

“I’ve just been busy. Running a country is a lot of work, Fundy will understand. He gets to see you and Niki more anyways, he’s happier that way.” He shifted his eyes back to the papers in front of him, letters he had been drafting for the past two hours and couldn’t get anywhere with.  

“Fundy is a child, Wilbur. Niki and I are happy to see him at the bakery but we aren’t replacements for his dad. His dad who suddenly became “too busy” almost overnight. What happened?”  

It truly was sweet the way you cared about his son that much. Enough to come to his office when you could be sleeping. This could have been a good moment for him to say what was on his mind, that he thinks he was falling in love with you and didn’t want to betray his dead wife. But he lied.

“Tommy has been getting into trouble with Dream recently, I want to make sure we don’t fight in another war so soon. Or ever again.” It was a solid lie, Tommy had a reputation for being a troublemaker and he could use that to his advantage. You seemed like you were about to speak, probably about Fundy, so he spoke first, “I promise that I will talk to Fundy and see him more as soon as I get this figured out. Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice to know that someone else cares about Fundy this much, he needs that.”

“It’s not just him that I care about, Wilbur. I wish you would see Fundy more sooner but I was also worried about you, I know you care about him so something had to be going on for you to miss seeing him this often.”

Well that certainly didn’t help with him trying to ignore these feelings.

“Then I thank you again. I really appreciate it. Goodnight, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Wilbur.”

I kissed them for the first time yesterday

Wilbur kept the promise he made to you. Considering the reason he gave you for being busy was a lie, it wasn’t hard to get back to seeing his son and by extension, you.  

If you asked him, he would say he’s handling his feelings for you rather well now. He hasn’t done anything about it but he isn’t shutting out the world so, progress.

It was another dinner night with you and Fundy, you had brought desert with you this time so they didn’t have another flour fight but it was still lovely. After he sent Fundy to bed, you stuck around.  

The two of you had been sitting on the couch together for a whole, just talking about anything, and maybe it was just because it was late and you looked so beautiful but something came over Wilbur and he asked, “Would you mind if I tried something?”

You nodded, curious about what he was going to try, but you didn’t stay curious for long as Wilbur gently cupped your face with one hand and leaned in to kiss you.

A kiss that you returned.  

I never thought that I’d get hit by this lovebug again

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[sidemari]

Sorry if I’m doing this wrong- it’s my first time using tumblr and I’ve never requested anything </3 Anyways, could I reques a Venti x reader, where reader has hanahaki? Ou! Also with a bad ending please :} please and thank you!

"I was here all the time only you didn't see"

Pairing: Venti x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, it's angst.

Author's notes: Hey Mei, I hope you enjoy this text! Ty for the patience and also for the rq! I loved writing this. Could you or a pure soul give me feedback on my asks, pretty please? 💕

Picture by @Saasaamee on Pinterest.

Your grave looked really beautiful.

Cecilias were spread right above the earth, giving the place a hurtful melancholy.

The heart of the bard now ached like many years ago, when he lost a good old friend.

"Rest in peace, my muse"

His memories brought him back to the warm day you confessed to him.

You looked so beautiful.

So beautiful he could write many ballads and poems about you and your beauty.

But he didn't love you.

His heart didn't belong to you, even though your heart belonged to him.

He never felt anything else than admiration for you.

The lack of reciprocity started killing you.

They called it the Hanahaki Disease.

What a beautiful name for such a cruel path the ones affected by it should cross.

You hide it from him until your condition got worse.

You were able to hide it until the very ending of your life.

All the times you saw Venti running through Monstad carefreely, angst formed in the pit of your stomach because you knew he wouldn't be yours.

All the times he performed his songs to the Monstadians made your emotions became a wreck.

"The number of petals is growing with every day" You mumbled weakly after a coughing fit one day.

You knew what would happen.

You'd eventually die.

And you were willing to do so.

Venti wouldn't start loving you so you could be free of that mortal disease.

And you were completely against the idea of loosing all your memories and feelings only to continue with your meaningless life.

That was it.

Your life was completely meaningless without his love.

You didn't care if you loose your life if that meant you'd prove him how badly you wanted him by your side.

You couldn't care less about keep going with your life.

3 months.

3 months had passed after your confession.

The petals you coughed every single became actual flowers.

It was happening fast.

Perhaps the velocity the Hanahaki disease killed you was proportional the devotion you had towards your loved one?

You didn't know. And you didn't want to know so.

The flowers you coughed for the first time looked beautiful.

Cecilias.

They were his favorite flower.

They were the proof of your love towards him.

You were happy with the flower your disease had chosen.

The white petals you once coughed could be from any flower out there but now you were sure they were indeed Cecilias.

"(Name), you should choose the surgery so you can stay alive before it's too late. I don't want to loose you, you're so precious to me" One friend of yours told you the first time they saw you coughing the pretty white flower.

You were ashamed.

Someone had discovered your secret.

You should have been more careful.

How could you let someone visit you while you were suffering from the Hanahaki Disease?

"If I choose the surgery I will forget about you. I will forget about who I truly am. I will forget about him" The salty tears couldn't stop streaming down your pretty face. "I can't do that. I will loose my essence if I do so"

Your friend was completely destroyed inside by your words.

But they weren't so broken like you.

You were feeling way worse than them.

How could the mind of a person who chose die for love be any calm?

5 months.

The pretty flowers became little bouquets of Cecilias.

You couldn't save your life anymore.

The surgery to take off the plant roots from your organism wouldn't work at that point.

The only two options you had now were:

Gaining his love.

Or dying.

One day you were at Stormterror's Lair, enjoying the peaceful yet sorrowful atmosphere.

Another bouquet left your throat and mouth.

Dear archons, it hurted.

It hurted like pure hell.

It hurted you physically but even more emotionally.

You knew you couldn't fight against your fate any longer.

That same day Venti saw your suffering for the first time.

He was the one who made you like that.

And he felt completely guilty about it.

He felt sick to his stomach the moment you told him you hadn't chosen the surgery.

He even tried to seek anything more from the admiration he felt towards you.

But the feeling didn't hit him.

He was completely unable to love you like the way you did with him.

He couldn't save you from your destiny.

7 months.

The bouquets got bigger.

And your pain got worse.

The day you saw Venti playing his lyre at the central plaza of the City of Freedom was the day you knew you'd be gone.

No escape.

His green eyes glowed with pure happiness as he hugged some people of his nation while your tears made your eyes burn and the need to cough became too hurtful to you hold it, even in public.

Blood.

Blood stained the bouquet of Cecilias.

Your end was near.

You just wanted to farewell him.

He saw you even with the crowd that suffocated him.

He saw you even though your frame was distant from him.

Running towards you, he took your almost lifeless body to the place where you both first met.

Starsnatch Cliff, the place where the Cecilias grow.

"I love you, (Name). Please, don't leave me"

"Venti, I know it's not true. Instead, I would be cured from this suffering. You don't love me and there's nothing wrong about that"

You caressed his cheek.

"I don't want to loose you! Please, stay with me a little longer!" He screamed when your body collapsed against the ground, but his voice sounded low.

Why did his voice sound so quiet?

You blinked slowly continually while Venti tried to bring your energies back.

"And it's no use looking for me in other timbres or other laughs. I was here all the time only you didn't see" His heart skipped a beat with your line.

"(Name), please. Listen to me! Stay with me, I will find a cure somehow"

"I love you, Venti. And I will always do"

Your grave looked really beautiful.

Cecilias were spread right above the earth, giving the place a hurtful melancholy.

The heart of the bard now ached like many years ago, when he lost a good old friend.

"Rest in peace, my muse"

He whispered, before leaving the place your grave was at.

The stunning location you both once met, long years ago, had became extremely dreary as you rested from your suffering.

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[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hi, I have an idea for Chishiya if it's okay! He have something going on with Kuina's friend, and after she didn't came back from a game everyone thought that she died, but she actually just left (she didn't want to become too attached to Chishiya maybe?) and 1 month later the militants found her and Chishiya is rather cold toward her because she left him without saying anything. Happy ending if possible, please

Thanks for requesting, here you go. Enjoy! 🥰

Home | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Chishiya (ft. Kuina, Niragi)

Summary: You run away from the beach, but soon were found by the militants again. Chishiya, your closest companion, is mad when you return for not saying anything.

Warning: mention of sexual harassment, swearing, grieving, heavy angst

Word Count: 4.8k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if the ending is a bit cliché, but I really enjoyed writing this one!

“I’m so sick of this shit Kuina. She’s gone. What the hell do we do now?”

Chishiya and Kuina sat on the top roof of The Beach. Their legs were dangling over the edge, above the groups of people who sang their hearts out over the loud music. They couldn’t be down there themselves, not that night.

“It’s so unfair,” Chishiya grumbled, rubbing his stained eyes with his hands. “I hate how everyone just moves on like nothing happened.”

Kuina sniffled, trying to control her runny nose as she listened to Chishiya’s pained words. “Look Chish, it was going to happen to one of us three at some point, it just happened to be Y/N.” Kuina tried to keep her voice stable, but the occasional voice crack gave away her sadness.

“Yes I know, but it still hurts so fucking bad.”

You hadn’t returned from your game. You hadn’t returned back to Chishiya and Kuina. You hadn’t returned home.

*******

“Oi Y/N! Slow the hell down!”

You heard Kuina yell out to you from down the hall. You laughed at her desperate attempt to catch up while Chishiya walked at his own pace watching you guys.

“Why are we suddenly having a race?! We have all day to get down to the pool!” Kuina called out. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face her. “I want to get down there before the sun comes out and everyone wakes up! Don’t you want to have it just for us three for a while?”

“I suppose so,” Kuina breathed out heavily.

Chishiya’s lips pulled up into a smile as he watched you too bicker. “Oi you two. Be quiet. People in these halls are still sleeping,” he said.

Kuina turned to Chishiya and pulled a mocking bored face towards him. “Well you’re fun this morning,” she muttered in a sarcastic tone.

All three of you made your way to the pool on the bottom floor of The Beach, tripping and shoving each other playfully while giggling. You hardly ever did this together, because Chishiya always slept until noon, so you were excited about having the pool to yourselves before the sun came up.

When you reached outside, your chatters and the sound of your bare feet on the pavement broke the silence of the night. You hoped that Hatter kept the windows closed to his suite because you knew if you woke him up he would come down and beat your asses for being awake so early.

You looked over towards the pool that was still lit up with underwater neon blue lights from the night before. You’d think that they would shut all the lights off at least to save a bit of electricity, but apparently not.

Kuina had thrown her towel down carelessly on a nearby deck chair and was now chasing after Chishiya, who powered his short legs to try and escape her.

“Chishiya you’re going in the pool! You can’t chicken out forever!” she yelled as she caught up to him and wrapped her strong arms around his waist.

You could tell the years of martial arts training paid off for Kuina as she lifted Chishiya into her arms like he weighed nothing. “Bitch, put me down! I don’t want to go in the pool! Why is that such a crime!?”

You doubled over in laughter as Kuina held the cat-like blonde in her arms, him squirming more violently as she got to the side of the pool.

“Goodbye!” she yelled and dropped him into the pool. His screaming cut off as he was submerged into the water. You walked over and placed your stuff down, listening to Kuina and Chishiya bickering in the background.

It was a shame that you were planning on walking out on these guys. But in a world like this, the bad moments really outweighed the good ones.

“Alright you’re next!” you heard behind you, making you snap out of your short daze.

“Wait, no!” you bellowed as Kuina repeated the same thing she did with Chishiya. This time, it was his turn to laugh at you.

“Jesus christ woman. The fuck got you so lively this morning?” you laughed at Kuina, who gracefully dived into the pool to tease you two.

You felt Chishiya tuck his chin on your shoulder gently, taking you by surprise. “I guess we got to act as happy as we can now. Our five day visa ends tonight.” Chishiya mumbled to you two.

The air around the three of you suddenly became stiff at the mention of the games. You lifted your hand and placed it on Chishiya’s damp hair. “It’s alright, it was a fun and relaxing five days while it lasted,” you said cheerfully.

“Don’t say that like as if you’re going to die,” Chishiya scolded you. “You won’t die, none of us three will.” He was trying to reassure himself that he would come back from his game with you all happy and healthy waiting in the lobby for him. He hoped for that exact reality every time he had to leave you to restore his visa. He panicked even when you were ten minutes later than usual. It was a constant battle with anxiety when it came to caring for you in a world like this.

But unfortunately, while Chishiya was willing to fight against the growing anxiety that came with loving you, you didn’t want anything to do with it.

You and Chishiya have been as tight as two peas in a pod since Kuina introduced you. Kuina and you happened to meet at a diamonds game that was further in the centre of the city which was where you appeared in the game. She was nice enough to take you back to The Beach, because she thought that your intelligence and gentle personality would be useful.

But the plan of using you for Kuina and Chishiya’s own personal gain went out the window when both of them built a strong connection with you. They tried so hard to stop it, but in the end, they decided to make you an addition to their little manipulative games with the others. A mysterious duo became a peculiar trio.

That’s when Chishiya began to notice other things he felt.

He began feeling an irrational attachment to you, always wanting to be around you and always wanting to make sure that you were safe. You began noticing his additional little quirks as well, as soon you both fell for each other, without the other knowing of course.

Kuina obviously knew, as she was incredibly observant. She always kept her mouth shut though, wanting to see the drama play out in front of her. It was entertaining at times.

“You two are cute,” she gushed at you and Chishiya, holding a cheeky smile on her face.

Chishiya tucked his face into your neck to hide his blush, but it only made your heart skip a beat. “Shut up,” he mumbled into your skin.

You sighed heavily as he kept his place there, snaking his arms around your waist. This was honestly normal. The closer you’ve gotten with Chishiya, the less shy he’s been to convey physical affection. You loved and hated it at the same time, because you knew the more he made your heart race, the harder it would be to leave him.

At times you thought you’d rather deal with his cold and untrustworthy personality, like how he was when he first met you. It was easier to dislike him then, but now that his real personality has shown through, you realized how good of a person he actually seemed to be.

Chishiya never became close to someone, because he knew it would be hard to pull away when he needed to use them for his own survival. So he’s just always chosen to keep everyone at a distance.

You on the other hand, you hadn’t fallen down the deep whole of caring fully for someone in this world, but you knew you were about to stumble off the edge.

While Kuina and Chishiya waited to renew their visas, you waited to run away from the stress of waiting for your friend’s potential deaths.

******

You, Kuina and Chishiya trudged down the steps that led to the lobby. Hatter had called everyone to meet there a few minutes ago to prepare for the games. Hearing the familiar bell ring throughout the so-called paradise made your heart weaken. It was calling you to your end, every single time.

The trio of you took your usual place towards the back of the lobby, leaning against the cement walls and looking over everyone’s heads. How weird it felt, that by the time you gathered here next, the number of people would reduce by a couple dozen. It made your stomach sink in remorse. You truly were nothing more than soldiers fighting a war that wasn’t your own.

You looked down at your own feet, beginning to feel guilty about your plan of running away. The people you would abandon, the friends who would miss you. And even they can’t come find you, but you knew it was for the best. For both you and them.

You felt something tickle your hand. You glanced your eyes down to see that it was Chishiya, trying to sneak his hand into yours as Hatter began his booming speech across the crowd. You looked up to the blonde’s face, but he was focused on Hatter. You smiled sadly and accepted his hand into yours, earning a soft squeeze from him.

Kuina placed her head on your shoulder, leaning closer towards you. It was as if they knew, and they were trying to get you to change your mind. You felt tears building up in your eyes, but quickly wiped them away with your hoodie sleeve before anyone noticed.

Damn. You were never going to forget them.

******

Chishiya sat in the leather lounge in the lobby. He had just arrived back from his spades game. Wasn’t too difficult, for him at least.

Only now he was stressing inside, leg bouncing up and down on the carpet quickly. He knew you wouldn’t return for a good while, but yet he always was worried about you. No matter the situation.

Niragi didn’t help the situation. He strolled over earlier with a few of his militant mates and roughed Chishiya up for a bit. He honestly wasn’t in the mood for their antics, so he didn’t fight back much. They eventually got bored and walked away.

There hardly was anyone in the lobby, it was strangely quiet.

Chishiya looked towards the entrance to the lobby where a small group of people just walked in from. He recognized them as the group Kuina was placed with, so he stood up from his seat and quickly made his way over.

He managed to spot Kuina walking by herself at the back of the group. Chishiya let out a relieved sigh and strolled up to her. “Thank god you’re okay,” he said, giving her a short hug. “You too,” she replied.

They walked back over to where Chishiya was sitting beforehand and sat down. “Do you know who Y/N went with?” Kuina asked.

“No idea, I had to leave with my group before hers,” he answered.

They both sat in silence for a while, hearts squeezing in on themselves from tension.

As group after group piled into the lobby and moved to go to the back pool to celebrate their wins. While their hearts and minds were overflowing in joy of surviving, Chishiya’s and Kuina’s slowly became heavier and heavier with grief.

One of the last groups finally came back, being a few hours later than everyone else. Chishiya searched the small crowd for your familiar face, but didn’t see it.

“Kuina,” he started with a tense voice. “Don’t say it,” she immediately cut him off. “Don’t say anything Chish. She’s fine, I know it.”

That became harder and harder to believe the later into the night it got. Soon enough, no one was left in the halls and the lobby, either gone to bed or stayed out in the pool area.

Chishiya didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t feel anything. His body was tired from the constant tensing, the constant anxiety.

He stood up abruptly and looked towards Kuina, who had her head in her hands. He gave her a sad smile, and reached his hand out to help her up. “Come on, let’s go to the roof like old times,” he smiled, fighting the tears building up in his eyes.

*********

When they reached the top of the building after climbing many annoying flights of steps, Chishiya tilted his head back to feel the wind blow around his head. He opened his eyes and saw the galaxy of stars above him. ‘So weird,’ he thought to himself. ‘In a horrible place like this, such beautiful things can still exist.’

Kuina and Chishiya sat on the edge of the roof, feet dangling off the edge. Complete silence took over them. Neither of them knew what to say.

Kuina broke her gaze off the staggering height of the drop below them and glanced at Chishiya. He was staring straight ahead of him, hoodie covering his face so she couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“Chish, are you okay?” Kuina asked quietly, leaning forward to try and see his face. It felt strange to her, having Chishiya be completely silent for a change. Usually he would be making a smartass comment or a teasing joke towards her or Y/N. It was like the happiness in him had drained out.

He didn’t answer for a short moment, but then he turned his head to look at Kuina in the eyes. Kuina was taken back.

Chishiya had pools of tears cascading down his pale face, mixing with the sweat that he still endured from the game. He let out no sobs and no cries. Just dry, empty tears running down his cheeks like doves flying down the edge of a cliff.

“No, I’m not okay,” he muttered to her. “This fucking sucks.”

*******

It had been a few weeks since your death, not that there was a huge difference at The Beach from your disappearance. Everyone carried on like normal, everyone except Kuina and Chishiya.

They became secluded, more than usual. Kuina spent most of her time in the hotel’s gym, trying to distract herself from everything that happened. She wanted to get stronger so she could win games, she knew that’s what you would have wanted.

Chishiya however, he wasn’t taking your death well at all. Chishiya lost his fire, his headstrong attitude and snappy remarks. He kind of disappeared himself, but only his body stayed.

He felt stupid at times. What would he have expected? Of course you died, knowing his luck. He began irrationally thinking, believing that the world took you away because he didn’t deserve someone as warm-hearted as you. He felt cheated almost. It was like the universe had you dangling on a string in front of him, and when he finally had the courage to reach towards you, it yanked you away out of his view.

When he was having particular hard days, he would lie on his bed in his room for hours, not bothering to get up for food or the bathroom. He felt numb inside, he honestly thought nothing would be able to hurt him anymore, because he’s endured the worst of his emotions.

The mirror in his room was smashed, due to his own doing. He broke it a few days after the incident, screaming into the stuffy air of his room and throwing one of his makeshift knives at it. He watched in pain as it crackled and crumbled under the impact, seeing his own reflection fall into a million pieces, much like how he was feeling at that moment.

He had never experienced this kind of hurt before. He always thought other people were being dramatic when they broke down crying after hearing their significant other or friend didn’t make it back to The Beach. He thought that it should’ve been expected, that they shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. But he guessed you never know what another person is feeling unless you experience it yourself.

But god, does he wish he didn’t, because it hurt more than a thousand knives to his cold, stone heart.

**********

One day, Chishiya was standing on the edge of a balcony that looked over the entrance to The Beach. He enjoyed standing up there because he loved the spectacular view of the ocean. It reminded him of his real home, when he used to ride his bike down to the beach with his friends and swim in the water for hours. He missed life when it was so easy for him.

The breeze was cool on his skin, giving him goosebumps. It felt refreshing and somewhat free, a small taste of bliss for him. His eyes were shut as he listened to the crows screech in the distance and the ocean waves hit the shore. The sound of nature rang in his ears, making his endorphins swirl in his brain.

It was a good break every now and then from the usual melancholy emotions that swarmed around him, keeping his happiness locked down in chains. While he was on that balcony, actually breathing fully and normally for once, his demons decided to let loose of the chains that held his sweet happiness trapped.

Chishiya opened his dark eyes and glanced downwards towards the bottom level and saw something that caught his eye.

A group of three militants seemed to have a young woman in their grasp, one of them being Niragi himself. Chishiya watched as they tried hard to hold the smaller person at bay, as she was thrashing around trying to escape.

He frowned, confusion painting across his face. That girl, she looked oddly familiar.

Niragi told the militants to bring her around the side of the building, where a small alley was located beside the entrance. Chishiya knew that’s where the militants dragged people to kill them off, they were planning on killing her.

Chishiya wondered what she did that was so bad. Hatter hardly ever gave the order to kill someone, unless the situation was betrayal or anything worse.

He moved himself along the balcony towards where the commotion below him was occurring. He wanted to hear what they were saying, because who knows what shit Niragi gets up to without Hatter knowing. It seemed a little too suspicious to be dragging someone to their death in broad daylight, especially where everyone could see.

Chishiya heard slight fragments of what they were yelling: “You thought- … run away?!” Niragi screamed in his psychotic voice. “Let go of-...! …could have just left me there!”

Chishiya felt his heart drop. That voice, it was all too familiar. How could he have forgotten what your voice sounded like.

He lifted his head and stared forward in shock. That couldn’t be right, you’ve been dead for weeks!

He thought for a second, trying to come to a possible conclusion with the horrific yells in the background of his mind. How is it possible you could still be alive?

That couldn’t be you, it just couldn’t be. Chishiya shook his head and chuckled. “The fuck am I thinking? Great, now I’m hallucinating. No one told me that was another stage of grief.”

He turned his body to walk back inside to look for Kuina, until he heard the young woman getting attacked yell again, this time, clear as day.

“Chishiya! Kuina!”

That was it. That was definitely you.

Chishiya lifted his legs and began sprinting towards the staircase inside. There was no doubt in his mind that that wasn’t you. The way you said his name was too real to not be you.

He tripped and stumbled down the stairs, almost falling flat on his face on one flight. He had to get there before you were dead, for real this time.

As he pushed his entire body weight against the entrance doors to the hotel, he pulled a small knife out his white hoodie pocket. He had made it out of glass from his broken mirror, considering that Hatter wouldn’t allow him to have his own weapons.

Your screams were much more prominent now, more desperate sounding and more fearful. The sound pierced through Chishiya as he made his way quickly around the side of the hotel.

There you were, being pinned against the wall by two militants while Niragi held the barrel of his rifle against your chest, right over your heart.

Chishiya yelled out, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering his current situation. It was three tall men with guns against a small, frail man with a makeshift knife.

“Chishiya! The fuck you doing here?” Niragi asked with a cheeky smirk on his face. God, Chishiya wanted to punch him so bad.

“Let her go Niragi, you don’t want this to get ugly do you?” Chishiya threatened, holding his glass knife out.

Niragi laughed along with the other two militants. You still struggled against their grip, seemingly more calm with Chishiya distracting them.

“How cute ‘ey? Little blonde twink coming to save the love of his life, how sweet of you.” Niragi pressed, pushing his rifle harder against you just to push Chishiya’s buttons.

“If you haven’t noticed Chishiya, she ran away! She never died like you thought she did! She ran away from The Beach, she ran away from you!” 

His words were like bullets in Chishiya’s chest. He felt belittled and mocked, he hated it.

“Shut up! She wouldn’t do that!” he yelled frustratingly.

“Oh really?! She wouldn’t?! Then explain why we managed to find her strolling the streets of Tokyo! Not a scratch on her, and she seemed smart enough to run away when she saw us.”

Chishiya’s scowl dropped on his face. He looked at you to see if you would deny it, but you had stopped struggling against the two men and hung your head low, not looking into his eyes.

He shook off the hurt he felt from this fact. He had to focus on getting you away from Niragi before he took time to think about other things.

“Niragi please. Just let go of her, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Chishiya begged. He felt small, never has he ever begged for something in his life.

“Hmm? How though? I was just about to have some fun with her before I killed her off. Why should I give that up just because you want me to,” Niragi spat at him. Your eyes widened in fear and you thrashed around in the grip that the militants had on you, panicking from Niragi’s threat.

Chishiya thought for a second. He would honestly give anything to bring you over to him. “My cards. You can take credit for every card that I collect for a couple of months. If Hatter or Aguni asks, just say I’m slacking. I’ll take any punishment they throw my way.”

You saw Niragi consider it before lowering his weapon off of your torso. You breathed out heavily in relief.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to do this again. You can’t bribe me with everything you sneaky fuck.” Niragi growled. The two militants let go of you and followed him out of the alleyway and into the entrance of The Beach.

You leant against the wall, staring at Chishiya as he stared down at the ground below him. The air between you two was tense. You could tell he was mad, Chishiya was always silent when he was incredibly angry.

“Chish, I-”

“Don’t talk to me. Just come.”

Don’t get me wrong, he couldn’t have been happier to see that you were alive and well. But the betrayal he felt from the fact that you ran away from him greatly outweighed his happiness.

He walked briskly ahead of you, you didn’t dare walk next to him or too close to him. He was scaring you a bit, and you wanted nothing but to sprint to your own room and hide from the rest of the world.

You were embarrassed and also frustrated you were caught. Trust Niragi and his cocky ass to find you.

Chishiya stopped in front of his own room, opened the door and gestured for you to walk inside. You hesitated before slowly making your way through the door. You hated how tense it was, it was the complete opposite of what you usually felt when you were around Chishiya.

You sat down on his bed, sitting in an awkward position and looked towards Chishiya. It was complete silence as he was frozen at the door, back towards you and holding the door handle harshly.

“What the fuck Y/N?” he mumbled. It was almost inaudible, but you could hear pain in his words, which made you immediately feel guilty.

“What the fuck was that? You ran away!?” he turned and yelled at you, tears building up in his eyes.

You flinched as his loud voice. You had never heard him yell in anger before, usually he kept his calm. You looked down to the ground, feeling your own eyes fill with hot tears. You felt like you were back in high school with your parents screaming at you for running away from home.

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED!” he shouted louder, “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN YOU PUT KUINA THROUGH?! HOW MUCH YOU PUT ME THROUGH?!”

You couldn’t breathe. Pain and suffering dripped off his words like rain on a roof, coming together and creating an atmosphere that held air that was unbreathable. You suffocated on the oxygen, making you choke and cause tears to begin running down your cheeks.

“Why!?” he cried. “Why did you run!? There was no reason, me and Kuina could have protected you if you were too scared! Why did you think that running away was the only option!?” Chishiya stumbled closer to you, almost tripping over his own feet.

You flinched heavily as he placed his cold hands on your shoulders roughly. They were shaking from trying to hold your sobs in.

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE-” “Chishiya!” you interrupted him by snapping your head up to meet your eyes with his. His face dropped as he saw the sadness behind yours, replacing the wonderful and cheerful happiness that once swam in your eyes like dolphins in a sea.

“I l-love you,” you mumbled out between your shaky breaths. “That was the problem Chish. I-I’m in love with you and it hurt too fucking bad to know that you could disappear out of my reach at any moment. I ran because I didn’t want to watch you and Kuina die!”

Chishiya’s own hands shook violently against your shoulders. He gazed into your eyes which were red and puffy from your tears. They were shining more now than they had ever before.

“You don’t have to leave Y/N,” he whispered, still trying to control his own breathing. “I want you here, next to me. Not out there, because when you’re out there, I can’t be with you.”

You nodded and smiled sadly. Chishiya pulled his hand from your shoulder and cradled your face gently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the tears there. “I love you too, but I can’t be without you.”

A grin crept onto your face as you looked into his eyes. You felt safer than ever in his arms, why did you think of ever leaving?

Chishiya wiped his own tears with his hoodie sleeve and put on a happier smile. “You want to know how pathetic I am without you?” he giggled and held your hands in his.

“I almost threw myself off the top of the hotel the night you didn’t come back. Kuina had to tackle me to the ground to keep me away from the edge.” he laughed at himself.

You chuckled along with him. “Imagine if you did! What a shocker it would’ve been if I came back and Kuina saw me alive after you killed yourself because you thought I was gone!”

You both sat on Chishiya’s bed and laughed at each other. You had to do it, humour is best in times of stress and anxiety.

*********

You opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with the blinding light of the sun seeping through the blinds. You hissed and turned your head the other way.

Chishiya chucked at your reaction, making his chest that was underneath your head vibrate. “So cute,” he muttered to himself.

You pushed your face deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent. It felt good to be back with Chishiya. It felt good to be home.

Author’s Note: oKaY so this ended up being a lot longer than expected. Please send in some requests if you have any! 🥰🥰

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland imagines #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland one shots #alice in borderland scenarios #alice in borderland reactions #aib #aib imagines #aib imagine #aib one shots #aib scenarios #aib reactions #chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya imagines #chishiya imagine #chishiya one shots #chishiya scenarios #chishiya headcanons #chishiya x reader #kuina #hikari kuina #arisu #niragi #usagi

[ptergwen]

“calling your lover’s phone, it goes straight to voice-mail, they died three days ago but you forgot they’re not here anymore” w/ peter rip </3

damn this one is like actually heartbreaking why did i do this to myself..

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“hey, it’s peter! leave a message!”

your heart drops out of your chest, sweaty hands fumbling to dial the number a second time. you crave to hear peter’s sweet voice and soothing words, desperately.

in a shocking turn of events, the call once again forwards to his voicemail.

it’s strange because peter never misses your calls. ever. he’s there for you every moment of every day, whenever you need him. that was a promise he made to you that he’ll keep no matter what. whether he’s sound asleep or battling a bad guy, he’s making sure he picks up.

peter helps a lot of people, but it’s most important to him to take care of you.

“hey, it’s peter! leave a-“

you slam down your phone so hard the screen surely cracks. tears brim your eyes as the reality of your situation sets in.

you’re reaching out to peter for comfort, but it’s his passing that you need to be consoled over. of course he won’t answer—he’s gone. this isn’t like the other times you thought you lost peter. he always came back eventually.

he would snuggle you so close, whisper about how much he loves you, how sorry he was. he’d kiss your wet cheeks until you calmed down, then hold you impossibly tighter.

how is he supposed to do that from the grave you’re about to lower him into?

you’re hunched over the bathroom sink in the funeral home, sobs slipping past your lips. you taste salt and a bit of blood. your nose starts to drip down your face, and you’re certain you look like an absolute mess. you couldn’t give less of a fuck, though.

you wish you could scream. you’re beyond devastated, and eternally angry that peter’s life was taken away from him before it truly began. he lost it while fighting to protect you and all of queens.

he was always too good for this world. that doesn’t mean he should’ve had to leave it, though.

you jump when the bathroom door creaks open, startled by the sudden arrival. a palm rests gently on your shoulder and wills you to look up. you find may behind you with a sad smile.

she’s held it together so you don’t have to, but you know she’s hurting just as much as you are. she probably hurts even more.

“hi, y/n/n. feeling any better?” may asks you softly. you’d rushed in here when the guests started to arrive. there are so many, which you suppose is a good thing. it reminds you how special peter was to each person he met.

“i guess,” you choke out, meeting may’s eyes in the mirror. “i- i tried to call him. it’s stupid, but i thought he would- would answer me.” just like that, you’re breaking down for the nth time. may moves her hand to rub your back. “oh, sweetheart. it’s not stupid at all,” she reassures you. “i keep forgetting myself, then it hits me out of no where.”

“exactly,” you agree with a sniffle. “i just can’t believe he’s gone. he should be here right now, with us.” may doesn’t say anything, too afraid she’ll crack. she only nods along. “can… can i ask you a favor?” you turn around to face her. “anything, y/n,” may prompts you.

you grab your phone from off the counter, your lockscreen flashing on. it’s your absolute favorite picture of peter. he’s curled up under your duvet after a long study session. half his face is hidden in your pillow, a big grin that’s directed at you overtaking his features.

“please don’t disable his number. i wanna remember his voice for as long as i can.”

#peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland fluff

[haikyuuishete]

Heartbroken to moving on|| Headcanons

Synopsis: He breaks your heart and you move on

Angst

Oikawa and Kuroo

Pt2

Oikawa:

He loved you but to him everything was a game, he didn’t take you serious or the relationship

He dismissed all the love you gave him

Pushed you away (too busy for you)

Even though you supported him and his volleyball career (it wasn’t enough for him)

He met a fan girl at a game that you didn’t attend

She was pretty, to extent of her being confident to flirt with him knowing he was dating you

He forgot that he was dating you, she gave him his number to call her

Which he did after he got home only to end up in his room with her, together

In his self conscious he knew it was wrong but the girl he was with made it so good that it was just right

He told Iwaizumi who lashed out at him for doing that, Oikawa listened but he kept doing it behind your back either way

It was fun he said

He eventually told you, he acted so confident about it, it broke you that he never loved you

He did but he didn’t show it

He apologized about his actions but never told you to stay which you hoped he did but never happened

You didn’t break down in front of him but looked at him in disappointment, you cared and loved him only for him to do this to you?

You didn’t even say anything but walked away because if you did you would’ve broken down to the point of hitting him

You had to cry it out before shutting him out from your memories, forgetting that he existed

You were broken, he knew that but he would brush it off and go on with his life

You started to dislike him little by little, you just stopped loving him

You went to his games for the last time to fully move on from him, it was a very cold night

You forgot to bring your jacket, “hey do you want to borrow my jacket?” You turned around to me a volleyball player with silver hair who was smiling sweetly at you

“thank you” “no problem” he smiled shyly “can I get your name?”

It didn’t take long for Oikawa to feel the darkness that was waiting for him along the way

He felt cold in a way that you couldn’t describe it , the feeling of being loved wasn’t there anymore

He didn’t even realize that he kept thinking about you, missing you

He would secretly watch you pass by only feel the coldness radiating from you, almost like he never existed made his heart clench

He would be staring at your silhouette for too long

It didn’t take long for him to burst out in tears for you, crying himself to sleep when he realized how much he missed you

He needed your hugs kisses anything you could give him

He screwed up and it hurts to see you walk away not even acknowledging his presence

It took a month of pain to even function right, only to see you with someone else in the end

He watched you fall in love with someone else, watched you smile at this person who deserved it, watched how you held and kissed him tenderly, it made it worse knowing it was Sugawara; a guy that would treat you better, a person who would never dare to hurt you

Oikawa shut himself up in shame and in disgrace of what he did to you to the point locking himself in his room, Iwaizumi always got in and comforted his friend from crying to point his eyes was blood shut red

To gripping his phone as he stared at your picture

If he was a better person you would’ve been next to him

“Iwa do you think she could forgive me one day?” 

Kuroo:

He was a good boyfriend that any girl could ask for

He treated you so well

Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve him, he was just perfect

It didn’t last long not until Nekoma’s new manager appeared

She was gorgeous every team and guy wanted her; she was nice almost pure

She caught Kuroo’s attention; not only she was the team’s manager but his classmate

He got closer to her and had more things in common with her than you

Their friendship blossomed to the point it made you jealous

He would always make sure you were happy telling you he loved you and she was just a friend

She got closer to him and he got closer to her to the point of hanging out, even at her house

He didn’t dare cheat on you, he would never do that to you

But he did fall in love with his manager, but never had the heart to cheat on you

He and his manager wanted him to break up with you so it wouldn’t hurt you; she was being nice about it

It took months for him to actually have the courage to break up with you; you weren’t dumb either you knew he fell out of love with you

When he actually told you the truth you broke down a bit, sitting on the pavement close to your house

“I’m sorry y/n I’m truly am” he kept holding your hands “I can’t ask you to stay when she’s waiting for you Kuroo, just go to her” you voiced out weakly

Weeks of crying and moping around, your heart kept breaking into so many pieces seeing them together, happily

Took months to finally calm yourself down, “hey do you need help?” You were trying to reach a textbook high on the shelf “can you?”

“Of course” Your classmate smiled beautifully

Your recovery of healing, your classmate was one of a kind to be honest, someone that was willing to take your pain away

Kuroo was feeling empty with his new girlfriend, to the point he would walk away from her

He would walk home alone, wondering if you already ate

Before realizing you weren’t his anymore which made him ball his fists in anger and in saddness

He wouldn’t get sleep either, which made Yaku scold him

He felt lonely, the warmth you gave him that would always make him blush and smile stupidly wasn’t there anymore

He missed you to the point of running back to you, to beg for forgiveness

It stopped him from doing it seeing you kiss your new boyfriend on the streets bidding goodbye to each other

Broke him to the point he could never go back

He was stuck in his own little world where you two were still together, to wake up next to you smiling and teasing each other

It was his fault for thinking he fell out of love with you

He would never show these emotions to his teammates; Kenma isn’t dumb he knows

It took something like losing a game to make him break

He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to be in your arms

“Y/n!” He shouted tackling you into a hug in the dark halls of the gym

He cried so loud whispering his apologies, begged you to stay to come back

“It wouldn’t be fair to him Kuroo, it wouldn’t be fair for me either” He trembled in your arms as he tried to make you stay

“Tell me that you love me” he whispered

“just this once” he asks in a broken voice

“Lie to me” he gripped on to your sweatshirt, the only thing he could hold on to at the moment

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #oikawa headcanons #oikawa angst #kuroo angst #oikawa scenarios #kuroo scenarios

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥! 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/ 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟓𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐅��𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

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Taking the milkshake glasses off the counter and making sure the space was throughly wiped down and sanitized, San's eyes looked up when the familiar midnight blue Nissan sedan, whose model he'd never given a damn to memorize, parked in front of the restaurant, signaling the arrival of the person working the closing shift that day. His heart practically somersaulted when he caught glimpse of the soft, silky [insert color] hair stepping out of the vehicle, the owner such pretty hair owning an equally beautiful face. While his heart pounded, his stomach turned sick when he saw the driver come out as well, going over to where she was, whispering a goodbye in her ear. To anyone passing by, it'd look like a normal couple, a boyfriend bringing his girlfriend to work and giving her a kiss, no doubt promising to pick her up later.

But San knew better.

His eyes always caught on to the way she stepped back slightly, her arm folding across her body when his hand reached out to caress it, his fingers no doubt gripping down harshly on her skin. She didn't kiss him back, she just allowed him to place his lips momentarily on hers before patting her cheek lightly with his palm and soon going back to his vehicle and driving away. He watched her take a deep breath before she felt ready to go inside and start her shift.

"Hey Y/N!" He did his usual friendly and warm way of greeting her, his smiling eyes and dimples putting a genuine smile on her own somber countenance.

"Hi San. How's it been?" She inquired as she punched her number in.

Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed.

"Same as almost every Wednesday. Dead, boring and mostly the regulars or just travelers."

She shook her head, already mentalizing herself that it'd be another day spent cleaning what's already clean and over stocking the merchant just to pass time. She went inside the office to put on her uniform shirt and apron. San in no way ever peeked in to see her cause he was a pervert, he respected her and would never allow himself to think of any inappropriate scenarios involving her. However, he would always sneak a tiny glance every now and then for one particular reason. Tilting his head slightly so he could see through the tiny cracked door, he watched her take off her denim jacket and felt his grip tighten on the glass cup he was currently drying when he spotted some purple blotches on her bicep. He immediately looked away as he did not want to get angry in front of her. He hastily put the cup back in the shelf under the counter, throwing the rag onto the marble counter in a rather aggressive manner.

"Ok San, tell me what needs to be finished."

Coming out in full uniform and hair held up with her usual choice of a colored scrunchie, this day choosing yellow, Y/N looked at her coworker and waited for him to give her a task.

"Nothing really except wait on customers. I already stocked the fridge and pulled out the stuff needed from the freezer."

He was always doing that, doing not only his side workload but also hers, which more often than not had her pouting at him.

"So I'll just be bored to death?" She huffed.

Chuckling, San stepped closer to her, making sure to keep an elbow distance from her, knowing she tended to get apprehensive when someone came to close to her than she was comfortable with.

"Not really. There's plenty of things to amuse yourself with. Besides.......maybe now you won't hurt yourself so much from lifting heavy objects..."

His tone lowered involuntarily at that last part. He knew very well the bruises weren't cause she'd accidentally hit herself on the railings in the back because she lost her balance carrying stuff in and out of the freezer. She herself tensed up a little at his words.

"Oh right......heh.....clumsy me right?" She tried to plaster an unfazed smile on her face, only succeeding about halfway.

Unable to control his movements, San's hand reached out to tuck some of the hair slipping out of her ponytail behind her ear. It hurt him to no end when she flinched slightly at his movement, he could feel her tensing up when his fingers made contact with her temple. As he squinted his eyes, he could make out the uneven patch of concealer and powder on the area close to her hairline, a tiny hue of reddish purple peeking slightly through. She relaxed when he finally retreated his hand.

"Just try to be careful and take care of yourself. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

She probably didn't know, or maybe she did, he was painfully obvious when it came to her, that he meant what he said in more ways than one.

"You too....see you San."

Once more, he held himself back from blurting out everything that was kept in his chest, instead opting for giving her a farewell and going out to the parking lot to get inside his red 1989 Ford f150 and drive over to his friend's house, the bunch of them waiting for him to complete his shift and come over to their place.

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"Aish seriously San, just forget about her. Plenty of fish in the sea." One of the pair of giants told him as he chugged back the remnants in his bottle.

"And you have a lot of fish waiting for you to reel in your rod so they can bite right in." His friend sitting next to him wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"Stop you guys." San pushed the blonde away.

"Mingi and Wooyoung are right though San. You have girls and guys lined up all willing to drop their pants for you at anytime. Lucky bastard." Yunho, the other half of the giant squad chuckled lowly.

"I don't want any of them though... you guys don't understand." San looked down at the floor.

The other blonde haired male in the room, Yeosang, rolled his eyes at him, unable to understand his infatuation for the girl.

"You've been pining for her since high school. When are you going to let her go? She chose and still chooses to this day Lee Taeyong."

Slamming his fist on the table, San angrily looked at him.

"Don't fucking mention that asshole's name near me!"

Everyone grew quiet, the members who were bordering on getting tipsy suddenly sobering completely up as if there was absolutely no drop of alcohol in their system. San was usually a very friendly and sweet person, but he was also sensitive and emotional, and lately he'd manifest it through anger and rage, and it was truly terrifying to them. But they knew he had reasons for lashing out like that. They knew his hatred for Taeyong, not just for being able to score the girl he'd been in love with for ages, San would have stayed content and wholeheartedly happy had she'd been loved and cared for like she deserved to be. But instead, he had to watch as she was constantly belittled and sometimes shoved hardly into the ground, landing her scraped knees or bruised palms. He could only imagine what went on behind closed doors.

"San......you have to accept reality, all of us do whether we like it or not. Her friends aren't blind to what's happening to her. Teacher's at university aren't either, they've all tried approaching her about it.....she won't listen to anyone." Yunho decided to finally say what everyone was thinking.

"She doesn't deserve it! It's toxic and sick!" He cried out in desperation.

"But ultimately it's her choice........ you can't force her to get help or leave if she doesn't want to. She's been with him for years."

Unwilling to hear anymore, San quickly picked up his leather jacket and stormed out the house. He drove the streets like a mad man, his fist hitting the steering wheel every time he stopped at a red light. He would have continued his angry drive back to his place had he not spotted an all too familiar denim jacket walking on the road. Slowing down the truck, he pulled closer to the right side and stopped right in front of the figure trembling in the cold night air.

"Y/N?" He rolled down his window so she wouldn't be startled by some stranger suddenly pulling up next to her.

"Oh! Hey San!" She said through chattering teeth.

"You're walking home all alone?" He could not believe this.

"Uh....yeah! My boyfriend got caught up at work....didn't want to bother him so I'm walking home...it's not that far!" She tried to sound reassuring, but he could see right through her.

"You want a ride?" He offered.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it'd be a good idea or not.

"Hey it's ok. I'm not going to kidnap you or anything. I'll just drive you straight home. We don't even have to talk if you don't want. Just you, me and some old jams playing on the radio all right?"

Unable to resist that dimple smile that always made her feel fuzzy inside, she allowed him to open the door for her from the inside. After giving him her address, she found he stayed true to his word and just drove in silence the entire time. She was kinda thankful for it. She was tired after her shift, exhausted from walking and from how late it was, and more than anything, she felt like she was going to spill tears any minute if she even got out a single word. She felt worn out, her head resting on the window, eyes opening and closing as tiredness began to overtake her. She only awoke when she felt a light hand caress her cheek. In other circumstances, she would have immediately swatted the hand away and pushed the face near her own as far away as possible. But she didn't do that, she felt strangely safe and protected by the male next to her as he brushed some hair off her face.

"We're here. Safe and sound just like I promised."

Safe.........

For some reason she felt anything but safe as she looked at the house in front of her.

"Thanks San." She smiled weakly at him as she began taking off her seat belt.

"Call me if you ever need a ride. I mean it. I don't want you catching a cold...or-or worse..." He admitted.

"Thank you, really. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."

She took slow steps to the front door, San didn't drive away until he confirmed she was inside. With a heavy heart, he drove away back to his place, unaware that the girl he dropped off was watching through the peephole his departure, still staying there moments after he had disappeared from sight. She sighed despondently as she dropped her bag onto the floor, slumping her body onto the couch as it was useless to try to go sleep in the bedroom given the pornographic moans and thumping noises coming from inside it. Wouldn't be the first or last time she came home to such sounds. She simply curled up into a fetus position, falling asleep in the usual way:

Tears falling out of the corners of her eyes.

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"What do you mean she's not coming?"

San nervously gulped as his boss told him Y/N's boyfriend called to say she had a little accident and couldn't go in that day. He knew it was bullshit and he was going to find out what really happened. After going to classes the next day, he actively searched around campus for any signs of her or Taeyong. After asking around, a girl motioned to the football field, saying that's where they'd often go to at times. San squinted his eyes as he looked all over for them, finally spotting them near the bleachers. His fist tightened as he watched Taeyong once again put his filthy hands on Y/N, shoving her to the ground, making her land face first, her palms outstretched and scraping against the grass under her. He watched as Taeyong simply walked away, leaving her there, not caring about if she was seriously injured or not. Unable to hide any longer, San sauntered over to her, his arms picking her up from the ground.

"Y/N it's me!"

He didn't mean to shout at her, but having her scream and cover her head protectively gave him no other option. He nearly began crying himself when she lifted her head, her eyes full of fear and panic.

"Oh! It's you San! Sorry for that!"

As she stood up, she began dusting the dirt off, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle. Faking a smile, she giggled nervously.

"Clumsy me again, tripping on some-"

"Y/N stop lying to yourself. I saw everything."

Her face darkened at his words, her eyes becoming glued to the floor as she avoided his gaze like she did the others. She hated seeing their pitiful stares and shameful eyes, she believed San probably had the same look as well. She couldn't be more wrong as his eyes just looked at her in despair and agony.

"Why? Why do you put up with it? Why do you stay with him? Why do you torture yourself like this?.....

Why do you love him?"

He asked that last question more to himself than her. Y/N crossed her right arm over her chest, her hand clutching her left bicep as she gently massaged the muscle there. San knew it was the same bruised arm he had seen a few days ago, it was probably even more battered up than the last time he saw it.

"I can't......I don't know....."

Seeing her struggling to form words, San opted for gently hovering his hands around her, maneuvering and ushering her to sit on the bleachers without ever laying a single finger on her. Opening his backpack, he took out the mini first aid kit his older friend, Seonghwa, had given him, actually deciding to put it to use for once.

"I'm going to clean these scrapes ok?"

He looked at her and waited til she gave him permission to touch her. She did not flinch away at all when he began wiping off the dirt and blood accumulated on her knee or hands, only momentarily when he applied the disinfectant spray on her wounds.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine.......I'm used to hurting...." She finally admitted.

He wanted to speak up again, but found it hard to find the right words. He focused on applying ointment on her wounds and bandaging them up nicely.

"How long has he pushed you around?" He needed to know.

"Started 3 months after we became official.....but even before that, he'd often tease me and what not........ it doesn't hurt ....." She lied once more.

"The Y/N I knew never lied even to save her life. Sad how someone like him managed to change that." He finished wrapping the gauze around her knee.

"I haven't changed at-"

"Yes you have." He interrupted once again.

"The Y/N from then was a cheerful, happy ray of sunshine known for her bubbly personality and kindness to others. She loved going out with friends and hated staying indoors for too long. She was always honest and ready to help anyone in need, especially cute abandoned animals, she was a real softie for them."

She chuckled softly at his words, not denying any of it.

"I still am soft for them." She corrected him.

"But you're no longer happy. You're sad, somber and being in pain all because of an asshole who doesn't deserve you.......he doesn't deserve your love."

Although she heard him and wanted to believe his words, her mind blocked out such reasoning.

"But he does love me.......he swears it....every time it happens, he apologizes and promises-"

"It's all lies Y/N! He doesn't love you! If he loved you he wouldn't hurt you physically and emotionally. He wouldn't be the reason why you're only a shell of the person you used to be. He doesn't love you and he'll never love you..."

She let his words sink, trying to digest what he was saying.

"I know because I've loved you for so long and I'd never even think about putting you through half of what he has."

She whipped her head up at his words, seeing the earnest and emotion in his eyes as he finally confessed what was in his heart.

"San......" She was left speechless.

He teared up, scoffing at himself as a dry smile formed on his face.

"You have no idea how much it hurts seeing you be in pain and not able to do anything about it. Having you flinch at my touch when all I want is to comfort and hold you."

Without thinking, he cupped her cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that began falling down her eyes.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself Y/N. You can't spend the rest of your life living in fear and chained to someone who just wants to make you suffer. You can't allow someone to take away your joy and peace of mind. You shouldn't be afraid to be free and enjoy life. You deserve to be happy and loved."

He used his last bit of self control he had and stopped himself when he leaned his face too close to hers, his nose brushing against hers, expecting her to shiver away from his touch, but instead she seemed to wait for his next move. Knowing he'd never forgive himself for it, he pulled back, leaving her disappointed and himself in agony.

"Please take care..."

Taking off his leather jacket, he placed it on her back, fanning out the sleeves so it'd cover her shoulders. Then he turned around and began walking away from her, shoulders slumped down and heart aching to go back and just take her away for good. But he resolved himself not to. Not until she specifically asked him to.

When Y/N finally got back to her place, Taeyong wasn't there. He was probably spending the night at one of his side chick's place, no doubt getting buzzed and high out of his mind. Her soft bed no longer comforted her, so instead she slid down and sat on the floor, hugging her knees and occasionally running a finger through the fabric of San's jacket. His scent was still on it and every time she inhaled it, it had a soothing and calming effect on her mind and heart that soon helped her tense body relax until she felt sleepy. It took a lot of effort, but she climbed into her bed, not bothering to cover herself with the blanket or change into more comfortable and less confining clothes.

San's jacket was the only comforting thing at that moment......

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Nudging him with his elbow, Yeosang whispered to the male next to him the presence of the girl that was slowly approaching them. Always reacting to anything related to her, San turned his head and smiled softly when he saw Y/N walking up to him.

"Hey." He greeted her.

"Hi.....I came to return this. Thanks for letting me borrow it." She held out his leather jacket, neatly folded and visible clean.

"Oh Y/N, you really didn't need to go that far." San became shy at her gesture, and worried about if she washed it cause he had forgotten to and it disgusted her.

"Don't say that. It's the least I can do for all you've done..."

She looked up at his eyes as she said that, her heart fluttering when he rested his hand on top of hers when he tried to take back his treasured article of clothing, letting it stay there for a moment, his fingers giving her hand a light squeeze. His friend behind him looked back and forth between the both of them, confused by what was going on and internally gagging at their mushy scene.

"I wanted to say thank-"

"Y/N!"

The voice calling out for her roared in her ears, sending her into a panic mode as she pulled away immediately from his physical contact. San noticed the way her body tensed up and her eyes became afraid. His own eyes narrowed at the icy blue haired man strutting up to them, a chilling smile on his manga like visuals.

"Hey baby, I've been looking all over for you. What were you doing?" He asked in a concerning tone, face bearing down on hers rather uncomfortably.

"I- I was j-just giving San back this.." She stammered as she gestured to the jacket in her hand.

Letting out a barely audible scoff, Taeyong gripped the jacket, prying it off her delicate fingers before tossing it back to San.

"Thanks bud."

San glared at him, resisting the urge to throw a punch to his face. Seeing him unresponsive, Taeyong just shrugged and suspiciously wrapped an arm around Y/N.

"Come on babe. Let's go back home."

His fingers dug into her skin, applying very painful pressure to her bruise, an occasional whimper coming out of her mouth as they walked across the football field. San's jaw tightened as he watched Taeyong lean in and whispered something in her ear, no doubt some degrading words judging by the way she cowered beneath him.

"San just let it go." Yeosang's voice said.

"I can't Yeosang. Every time I see him even breathe near her.......I feel like combusting." He grunted in frustration as his friend tried to calm him down.

"Taeyong, please stop. It really hurts." Y/N cried out, her fingers prying his hand off her aching arm.

"Shut up you little bitch. How dare you go talk to that punk? Making me look bad and having me talk to that low life." He cringed in disgust.

"I was only thanking him for lending me-"

"So what? Were you going to lend yourself to him too? Is that what you were going over to him for?"

She instantly shook her head.

"What?! No!"

"Yeah right. I bet you already whored yourself out to him...didn't you?!"

Not caring that there was still people nearby, Taeyong harshly yanked her by her hair before tossing her onto the ground, catching the attention of everyone around, including San and Yeosang.

"Fucking whore." He spat at her.

"Don't." Yeosang held his hand out when he saw San taking a step forward.

"But I can't-"

Yeosang kept an arm around him to keep him in place.

"Don't get involved. You'll only make things worse."

San looked back at the scene, his heart breaking seeing Y/N once again on the floor, trembling like a frightened kitten who had no protection. When she looked up, he saw tears already brimming down her face.

"Get up. We're going home." Taeyong sternly commanded, turning to walk away as usual.

"No."

He stopped dead in his tracks at her refusal.

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Not knowing how or where she got the strength from, Y/N got up and faced him with determination.

"I've finally had enough."

Both San and Yeosang were shocked at hearing her words, one of them more incredulous than anything and the other proud of her for finally standing up for herself. Taeyong too was put out of sorts seeing her be so bold.

"Haha, real funny baby. Now let's go home." He walked closer to her, reaching out to yank her arm, but she slapped it away.

"No! I told you! I've had it! It's over!" She declared.

Sensing he was really losing his power and control over her, Taeyong lunged at her, fist held up in the air.

"Listen here you-"

Y/N covered her face, stepping back when he came close to her. She opened her eyes and uncovered herself when she felt someone suddenly step in front of her, their hand blocking Taeyong's fist from even approaching her.

"Stay out of this Choi." Taeyong grunted.

"She told you it's over Taeyong."

San easily pushed him away single handedly, making him stumble backwards.

"Now leave and never bother her again."

Not giving up yet, Taeyong looked back at Y/N menacingly.

"And do tell me Y/N? If it's over, where are you going to live now?" He taunted her.

Realizing he was right, she almost felt defeated until San spoke up again.

"She's going to live with me." He firmly answered.

"I fucking knew it. You were being a whore with him."

Unable to hold himself back anymore, San swung hard, fist colliding with Taeyong's face, sending him falling down against the floor. Y/N covered her mouth as she gasped sharply when San picked Taeyong back up from his collar, shaking him fiercely.

"Call her that one more time! I dare you to!" He warned him as he got ready to take another swing.

"San stop!" He felt Yeosang intervene once again, holding his elbow with his hands.

"Yeosang! Just let me-"

"Stop for Y/N's sake, she's already seen and lived enough violence, I really don't think she needs to see any more." Yeosang tilted his head to the Y/N who had already began backing as far away as possible.

Realizing his friend was right, San begrudgingly let go of his most hated rival.

"Try to come near her again and I will end you."

With those final words, he went over to where Y/N was, his face softening up when he looked at her. He held out his hand to her and waited for her response. He felt happy when she finally reached out and allowed him to guide her out to the parking lot, and thankful that he decided to park somewhere where there weren't a lot of people.

"You all right?" He finally spoke up when they were finally inside his truck

"Uh...yeah...actually...I'm fine.... can you believe I actually did it?"

Although she sounded enthusiastic, he heard the crack in her voice and her nervous laughter wasn't helping her case. Instead of turning the car on, he shifted to his right to look at her. He watched as the smile left her face, her fidgeting hands suddenly shake uncontrollably and her laughter suddenly turned to her hyperventilating. Knowing what was happening, San immediately pulled her into an embrace for the very first time in his life, holding her tightly, hands running through her hair as she began breaking down, sobbing violently, finally releasing all the pent up pain and suffering she had been bottling up for years.

San himself wanted to cry, but he didn't for her sake. He just let her cry her eyes out. It took a little over 10 minutes, but finally she started to calm down.

"Thank you....for everything."

Kissing her forehead, he poked her nose and smiled at her.

"Don't mention it. Let's get you somewhere warm now."

He made sure to play soothing music for her on the ride to his house. He noticed how once again she was drifting off to sleep and simply allowed her rest, knowing she was probably exhausted not only from crying so much but also from standing up to her abusive ex boyfriend moments ago. That certainly took a lot of energy and strength from her part and he was proud of her.

It was already dark when they got home, the brooding and cloudy day shortening the daylight and making it night at such an early hour. San gently picked up Y/N and got her out of the car, carrying her sleeping figure bridal style inside his house. It was small, but at least it was cozy and would be safe for her. Peeling back the covers from his bed, he carefully laid her down on it before tucking her in. When he made sure she'd be comfortable, he turned to leave the room, deciding it'd be better for him to sleep on the couch, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or have her freak out. He barely got to the door when he heard a tiny and hushed whisper of his name.

"San?"

He immediately looked over to see what she needed.

"Could.....could you please sleep by my side?.... I'd feel more safe that way..."

She didn't want to admit it right then, but it had been so long since she'd slept in someone's arms and she really craved physical affection from him. Happy to oblige, San went over and got into bed with her.

"Are you going to be ok if I wrap my arm around you?" He asked for permission first.

"Please just hold me." She begged as she cuddled up next to him, her face burying inside his chest.

He wasted no time in throwing his arm around her, his delicate fingers drawing soothing circles on her arm.

"Don't be afraid. You're safe now and you're going to be all right. I'm here and I'll protect you."

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More than a year passed. It was a long and arduous process. At first Y/N didn't want to go through it, but San kept insisting she get therapy. After promising to accompany her and staying by her, she finally gave up and started seeing a psychologist. It wasn't easy, for neither of them. It was painful for her to finally speak up about all the abuse she endured for years and it was equally torturous for San to hear the rest of the untold story. It truly sickened him that one day he nearly busted Taeyong's face when he met him outside the school, but was ultimately held back once more by one of his friends. Besides his main priority was helping Y/N, helping her to properly function again and to bring a little more joy into her life, even going out to adopt a cat for her, naming her Byeol. She became their cute little baby, even if she was a total, well, cat at times and didn't want to cuddle.

"That's ok. I know a cat willing to cuddle me." Y/N chuckled.

San looked around confused.

"Wait! You got another cat? Where is- Oh! You meant me." He blushed hard when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body next to his as she snuggled next to him on the couch.

San did not hope for and did not expect Y/N to ever return his feelings, he was satisfied with her just being out of that horrible situation and being able to help her. Never did he dream she'd ever accept to be his and especially not ever cross his mind that he'd ever be able to actually claim her as his own.

But here she was, looking so beautiful underneath his body, wearing nothing but his leather jacket as he rolled his hips against hers. His fingers were laced with hers as his lips pulled apart from hers so he could look at her.

"Fuck...you're so damn pretty."

He leaned back in to place open mouth kisses on her jaw that traveled down to her neck. Although he nibbled occasionally, he made sure not to leave any marks on her soft and delicate skin.

"San...." She breathed out heavily, her hands breaking from his grasp to run through his black hair, paying close attention to the faded green streaks near his bangs.

"Oh god- please repeat that a little more." He groaned, loving the way she called out his name with such lust.

One of his hands traveled down her sides to cup one of her thighs, lifting her leg so he could hit deeper inside her. Feeling him at a whole new angle had Y/N gripping his muscly arms, her panting now becoming more erratic as she began clenching around him.

"San-" She called out again.

He chuckled slightly, hips snapping up to thrust just a little harder in her.

"Go ahead beautiful. Cum all over me, I want to feel you."

Hearing his low and suddenly husky voice urging her on, she let out a tiny whimper, her legs wrapping around his waist, using it as leverage to ride out her high. Her nails raked themselves into his back, her body pressed as close as it could be against his.

"Oh my god!" He gasped out as he twitched inside of her, his cum coating her walls, leaving her feeling full and complete.

He collapsed on top of her, his labored breathing occasionally resulting in a little choke as he tried to compose himself. When he finally came to, he brushed his lips against her temple.

"I love you so much."

She smiled at him as he adjusted the jacket that enveloped her, a real genuine smile.

"I love you too Sannie."

Giving her a tiny peck, he began sliding the jacket off.

"Let's get you out of this. It's probably too hot to be wearing it anymore."

She huffed and pouted.

"Baby no. I love wearing it. It feels like it's hugging me." She grabbed it and wrapped it around her more tightly.

"You know what else wants to hug you? My arms. So take off the jacket and let me snuggle you love."

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❝ three answers ❞ jyugo

[𖤐] it's 4am rn what did i just write....sorry about that LMAO if you want someone to blame blame sammy their the one who started all this. its all her fault. blame. them. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this all the same, for my nonexistent nanbaka fans <333

[𖤐] this does contain a mention or a pretty major manga spoiler, so read with caution!!

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jyugo has never been one to want anything; it’s a fact that deep down, he’s always known. it was never something that bothered him too much, (maybe because he never wanted to think about it) and so he never really took the time to ask himself, ‘what do i want?’.

he answered this question for the first time when he almost lost everything he didn’t even know he wanted.

even when it was all dangling right in front of his face, even when he was about to lose the one thing he had wanted, his thoughts were still jumbled with confused thoughts and questions that didn’t clear up until he saw his chance walking away. his chance. a chance. i want…

“please!! give me a chance!!”

“...took you long enough…”

in that moment, when his number plate clanked against the stone floor, he suddenly knew how it felt to have the most important thing to oneself be almost taken away. in that moment, when he was given a chance, he swore that he would never let it happen again; that he would never let anything important to him be in danger, he never wants to lose the people close to him. he doesn’t want to be the monster that he was in the past, so he’s decided that he’ll do everything he can to protect the people he could never stand to lose.

the second time he answered this question is when he fell in love.

this feeling makes him feel like every other emotion he’s ever felt was fake; they all paled in comparison to this sensation. he still isn’t able to decide whether it’s a good or a bad thing, hell, he doesn’t even know what he should do with this feeling in the first place, (should he tell you? how does he handle it? it’s times like these when he wishes he knew his parents.).

he has never needed anything so badly that he would be willing to do anything to have it, that he would reach out for it so desperately that he forgets everything around him. he never thought that he would be able to experience such a vivid emotion such as this, and now that he’s feeling it, it almost feels like an amazing ride that he never wants to get off of.

i mean, how could he not fall in love with you? everything about you was just...amazing, (he wishes that there was a better word to describe you, but he doesn’t think there’s any words he knows that would be enough to do so). you had the kindest soul he had ever seen, always there for others and putting other people’s needs above your own, (he thinks you should worry more about yourself). he admired everything about you, and yet, what was holding him back? why would he avoid your gaze whenever you would glance over at him?

you can’t have them, you know that. you’re a monster.

oh, that’s right.

he almost forgot about it for a moment there, but how could he? the little voice in the back of his head was there to help him remember it; that little voice that sounded exactly like him, (he said that he would be able to control the elf inside him, but this was the sacrifice he made to have that control in the first place).

“hey, jyugo, is everything alright?”

“h-huh?”

“oh, sorry! you just seemed kind of down, like something’s weighing down on your mind...you probably wouldn’t want to, but you can always talk to me if you need anything, alright?”

just like that, you had saved him yet again, and you didn’t even know it. each time he was drowning in his own thoughts, you would pull him back out with just a few simple words. he would cling to them every time, holding onto them with such a grip that he didn’t even know was possible; you were truly something else, and he was forever grateful for it.

when he had finally managed to confess his feelings for you, (it was by accident, and it was caused by uno, nico, & rock) his world was turned upside down. he had surely thought that there was no way you could would like him back, there was no way somebody like you could love somebody like him, and yet, the words coming out of your mouth seemed to say something different.

“I-i really like you too jyugo!”

for a while, everything was perfect. now, he had everything he could ever want, and there was nothing that could take this away from him. sure, there was still the occasional incident, but as long as you were near, surely nothing would happen, right?

he’ll be able to grow up and go to an ice cream parlor with you and experience all the wonderful things in life with you, and he’s giving you a promise ring for now, but he swears that one day he’ll take you to a pretty spot with cherry blossoms and he’ll get down on one knee and ask you to marry him, and then the two of you would get married and you would yell at rock for trying to eat the cake before he was supposed to, and then he would take you to go do everything you’ve ever wanted to do and the two of you would buy a house and you would yell at him for trying to paint the walls himself, and it would all be perfect. for now though, he was going to savor every single moment with you; every late night that he spent having whispered conversations with you, every smile that you would flash his way, every time you would lace your fingers with his, he was going to have it for the rest of his life.

oh, how stupid he was to think that it could last forever.

he’s been left alone more times that he can count, so why was he so surprised when it happened again? maybe it was because it was his fault, or maybe it was because you didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want to go just yet. maybe it was because you were slowly dying and there was nothing he could do about it.

“h-hey, stay with me, (y/n)! you can’t go yet, i-i have so much to tell you!!” he hurriedly pulled you into his arms, his eyes frantically looking over your body, only to find the color red slowly seeping through your shirt.

“you shouldn’t...cry, i think you look prettier when you’re smiling.” how could he smile in a situation like this?!

“w-we’re going to take you to okina-sensei, and he’s going to-”

“no, he’s not. jyugo, you have to keep going, alright?” don’t say that, it’s like you’re saying you’re gonna...

“stop talking like that, y-you’re not going to…”

“there’s...so much you can do with what you have...you’re special that way, so don’t go thinking that you need me to do what...i know you’ve always been able to do.” i need you though…!

“(y/n), p-please-!” no, stop looking at him with that smile on your face.

“ever since i saw you...i knew that you were different...thank you for letting me partake in a dream...even if it was for just a little bit…” stop talking like that, you’re not going to die.

“s-someone get okina!!!” you’re going to survive this; you have to.

“jyugo...hehe, are you going to...keep your promise…?”

“what? (y/n) please…”

“you said that you...were going to marry me, right?” please don’t do this to me.

“(y/n), w-will you marry me?”

“of course...i’ll marry you jyugo. hehe, i’m so happy right now...” even with the tears sliding down the side of your face, you were gently smiling up at him, almost like you hadn’t been coughing up blood just a moment ago.

“we’re gonna get married soon, and, and we’ll have a nice wedding and…”

“i know…” your hand shakily reached up to cup his cheek, the metal of the promise ring he had given you cool on his skin. he leaned into your touch, the tears in his eyes falling rapidly down his cheeks and over your hand. there was no way this was happening, not now, not to you...

“please don’t cry...can you please smile, one more time…?” it took everything in him, but because it was you asking, he was somehow able to turn the corners of his lips up just a bit, giving you a small smile despite the flood of tears pouring from his eyes. your gentle touch against his skin brushed his bangs from his eyes, a fond look in your eyes that were also flooded with tears.

“i’m so...happy right now...thank you for everything, jyugo, i love you...so...much…” the panic that was set aflame in his heart when he felt your hand drop from his cheek and when he saw your eyes flutter closed was akin to nothing that he’s ever felt before.

“(y/n)...? (y/n)!! don’t close your eyes, please wake up!! t-there’s so much i have to tell you, you can’t go yet! p-please…!”

why was it that everytime he found something that made him happy, it would get snatched away from him? was it these shackles? was that the reason why? if only he could have rid himself of this curse, then maybe he would finally be normal, maybe he would have been able to marry you.

the third time he answered this question, it was when he lost everything, and it was the final time he answered it.

nothing.

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