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from-izzy · 3 months

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[04:42] | tbz kim sunwoo

"It's not disgusting okay?"

PAIRING » tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader TROPE/AU » established relationship au!, non-idol au!, the slightest friends to lovers (from their backstory) GENRE » sunwoo is so whipped for you, fluffy fluff fluff fluff, the slight tinge of angst, non-sexual undressing (reader is on her period and sunwoo is lovely and helps you change!), sunwoo being so in love with you, caring boyfriend kim sunwoo, reader blushing because sunwoo is so whipped for you, sunwoo reassuring you that staining the bed and his clothes that you're wearing is not a big deal at all, kim sunwoo is whipped for you (...did i say that already—), fast proofread once! WORD COUNT » 1593 ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~6 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is on her period, emotional rollercoaster for the reader (period hormones), descriptions of blood, undressing (non-sexual!)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

thank you for reading @deobienthusiast, @sohnric !! 💕

...also i'm so soft for this scenario 😭

Maybe it’s the love instinct that woke him up.

Sunwoo isn’t one to wake up in the middle of his slumber, content with the rest he would be awarded after the long days of yawning and the tears that would spring to his eyes whenever he did so. Maybe he woke up because his bed was warmer than usual with your presence next to him, hiding your face into his chest while you let out soft snores from your slightly gaped lips, unaware of the affectionate gaze falling upon you.

Though the sleep is still in his eyes, he couldn’t help but coo at your sleeping figure. The corner of his lips pulled into a smile, content with how peaceful you looked after yesterday's long crying session. His fingers brush the hair strands that inconveniently block your side view, taking multiple attempts due to how gentle Sunwoo is being to keep you asleep.

“You’re so beautiful,” he confesses with a forehead kiss.

You respond with a few shuffles making his eyes slightly widen, his whole body automatically staying still. Light groaning and mumbles fall out of you and your eyes still haven’t opened, your brain pushing you closer to the chest that acted as a barrier with the sunset. Sunwoo chuckles when you exhale in satisfaction with his hand on the back of your head to bring you closer.

“You’re too cute.” He’s so in love with you, his heart combusting with every small thing you do. “I’m so thankful you’re mine.”

If you were fully conscious, you would have responded with words or at least gestures that would convey the same meaning as the ones he just said. But unfortunately, the stomach of your muscles constricts and the crease between your eyebrows truly alerted Sunwoo, the feeling of drowsiness completely gone.

“Sun…woo…” The pain pulls you of out his hold, your hands flying to your abdomen as if you’re trying to keep the body part together from falling out.

“What? What’s wrong?” His body immediately sits up, one hand on your sweating forehead, the other clenching one of your hands on your lower body. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”

His eyes answered his growing anxiety, the colour seeping through his bedsheets. At first, his eyebrows knitted in confusion as he recalls seeing the tracker on his phone; you’re a few days early, it’s happened before but never this early. His body springs into action first, jumping on his feet to carry your whimpering body to the bathroom.

“Bubs.” He tries to distract you from the pain. The cover of the toilet seat clangs against its tank, Sunwoo slamming it open to get you to sit properly. “Tell me what I can do to help. Do you need anything?”

You try your best to answer but only incoherent words strung out of your shaking lips, eyes twinkling with tears due to the kicks and pushes on your whole lower body that is slowly spreading and growing worse by the second. With no proper response given, Sunwoo could only frown at your situation. His knees try to be comfortable against the cold tiles, eyes observing your every motion.

He would take your pain away if he could.

The way your body curls in front of him, arms tightly wrapped around your middle and the way the sweat trickles down your nape, making your body temperature spike uncomfortably. A curse is heard from your boyfriend when your sobs grow louder.

“It’s never hurt this much before.” And he’s never seen you in this much pain before. “I hate this…”

“I know, I know.” Sunwoo validates your feelings. He offers his comfort with the circling motions on your knees. “Should I get you a heat pack? The chicken and corn soup from down the streets? Warm water?”

“I-I don’t know…” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I stained your sheets and clothes…”

“Hey…” Sunwoo shakes his head firmly, “That stuff doesn’t matter to me, okay? Don’t even think of those insignificant things right now.” Sunwoo kisses the tip of your sweaty nose, reassuring you further.

Just like on cue, a lightbulb flashes on top of his head, recalling an episode that his sister told him about when she was having her own time. The realisation didn’t go past you and you just watched lifelessly when he ran out of the room to grab your spare underwear and the new pack of pads from the bottom cabinet.

“S-Sunwoo?”

You know that Sunwoo has always been a caring boyfriend. Observant and always keeping an eye on you in case you need any sort of hand. When you were both just friends, he had always held your hand whilst crossing the street or given you a pack of tissues whenever you started your meal—mind you you were already in high school at this point.

It's always sent your heart fluttering, your face flushed and your arms around his whenever he's by your side.

Just when you thought that Sunwoo couldn't get any more observant, the way he peels the pad from its plastic cover, scrunching the piece of paper that covered the adhesive and patting the cotton on the right side of the fabric, he shows again that he still has love to give you.

That he still loves you ever since he laid his eyes on you and shows that the words are true.

Sunwoo turns around, his hands on the waistband of the clothing, proud of his best work. For a second his gesture made your eyelids collect the tears that have been threatening to fall, and Sunwoo strides to you once more.

“I can see your thoughts, bubs.” Kneeling once more, his hands came up to stroke your cheeks, “It's not disgusting okay? It's part of your life to have periods.”

Sunwoo offers to at least have you change into some fresh clothes, his plan including helping you change out of your dirty underwear that is making you squirm and sensitive. The shake of your head renders Sunwoo hopeless, slowly seeing the arising panic start to show in your eyes.

“No…” It's when you realise once again just how much the time of your month renders you useless. The pressing of your arms on your stomach becomes stronger in hopes of relieving some pain. “I can't let you see that…that'll be too much…”

“I won't even look at your garment! I'll keep my eyes on you the whole time and I'll just throw it in the bathtub okay?” A thumb is thrown to the side to indicate the direction. “I can't let you be in pain and be uncomfortable like this, bubs.” A soothing press on the lips gets your mind back in place, and feel more connected to the present.

Your tired eyes open, greeting a pair of fond ones, Sunwoo scrunching his nose up cutely and bopping the tip of his nose with yours mischievously. The sound of your laughter relieves him, eventually urging him to press another peck to your lips.

“Promise you won’t leave me after this?”

“Stupid girl, I won’t leave you!” He shakes his head with the brightest smile on his face. “There’s no way I would do that to you.”

Sunwoo coils his hand tightly with yours, his thumb running over your skin before he lets out an exhale followed by an ‘okay’. You nod to him, understanding the meaning behind his words. He puts his hands gently on your hips, another series of circular motions over the fabric of his stained shirt. Gentle and slow—it makes your emotions bounce all over the small bathroom, crying and thankful for the forehead kiss he gives once more.

“I won’t look okay?” You smile, genuinely trusting his words.

You scrunch your (boyfriend’s) shirt to your waistline from the side to let Sunwoo hook the item of clothing underneath. The shirt still covered your private parts, it being oversized enough to keep that part of yourself hidden. Sunwoo keeps his eye contact with your half-lidded eyes, making silly faces to cheer you up—his eyes tell a different story though.

“Done!” He flicks the tinted clothing to the bathtub away from both of your eyes. “Alright?” Checking on you.

“More than alright.” A wave of relief washes over you as soon as the clean cotton piece snaps on your hips. You stretched the ache of your ached back, straightening up and relaxing your posture. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He rises from his knees, cupping your face between the palms of his hands. “You’re so adorable.” Squishing your cheeks despite the complaints you gave him with the red hues on your skin.

But your mind runs back to the white sheets of his bed behind the door and your lower lips juts in guilt. Before you could even say anything else, Sunwoo places your chin between the pads of his thumb and pointer, tilting your head slightly to accommodate for the height difference.

“I’ll change it.” Whispering against your lips. “I’ll get you some warm water so you just rest your body for a bit more and I’ll change it.”

Apologies wouldn’t work on him. You know that’s not what he wants this to be. “Thank you. Cuddles after?”

Like a delighted child, excited with the mention of his favourite thing to do with you, Sunwoo skips out of the bathroom and you hear the plush of the pillows and duvet that plops on the floor amongst the other rowdy things.

“You can compensate with as many cuddles and kisses as I want when I’m done!”

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marv-el-spot · 5 months

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THE ROMANCE IS CANON, BUT AT WHAT COST? (but it's canon?? but what at what cost? IT'S CANON!)

... Because for as much time as they spent apart in Season 2, in the eyes of the creative team, it was Loki and Sylvie's romance that drove the events of Season 2 to their bittersweet conclusion.

In an interview with Collider's Therese Lacson, executive producer Kevin Wright disagreed with the suggestion that their relationship was less important in the second season, saying:

"I would disagree with the assessment that we downplayed the relationship. They may not be stopping to kiss. Everything is driven because of the deep emotions that these two people have for one another. Everything that happens this season, I think, is still a ripple effect from Sylvie feeling deeply wounded and saying like, “why aren't we seeing this the same way?” This person is probably the first person in her life she ever opened up to. And Loki trying to get this person who he's seeing is making the same mistakes that he made in the MCU 10 years ago, going down these blind paths of vengeance and anger and all this, and he's trying to prevent this person from going down that path, because he deeply loves them and cares about them."

For Wright, the life-or-death, timeline-spanning consequences of Season 2 meant there was less time for the cute and cuddly moments, but that doesn't mean their relationship is any less romantic:

"You get that in Season 1 because they get stuck on a train together on Lamentis and you get to have that romantic moment, because two characters who at that moment can't stand each other, then have to spend an afternoon together, and an evening on the train. Or they get stuck in the void together. They just don't have those moments to get on the same page [in Season 2.]"

For as much as Wright sees the plot of Season 2 as stemming directly from how much Loki and Sylvie care about each other, that's cold comfort to fans who were hoping to see the two gods of mischief ride off into the sunset together. For Wright, though, this is what made their romance more realistic, as he told Lacson:

"I think it felt natural, and more realistic, and messy, and I think that was our thing is like real relationships are messy. And we wanted to do that and not force something that felt inauthentic just to like service fan dreams of seeing these two happy together. They both need a lot of personal work to get to a place where they could have a good relationship "

So Wright is basically saying that the romance is still there, but they didn't have a moment like in Lamentis or the void to talk about it. So it would unrealistic to bring it up... which I could totally understand IF the show should last 12 episodes and we would have actual time to drag their relationship and IF we didn't have...

the scene at the bar

the scene at the TVA automat

the scene outside McDonald's (twice)

the scene at the Citadel!

the scene were he stopped the time to talk to her!

so, what are you saying, my man??

Also fan service for making them kiss?? YOU made them kiss in first season, no one ask that! i mean, we wanted maybe, but that was unexpected and now making them kiss is fan survice. let me LOL harder!

And to the last quote says "they need a lot of personal work" to get to a good relationship. Again i would love to see that man, but when tho?? you're saying this like there's another season coming solely focused on their relationship??? because i would be so in! hahaha

(this was long so, thanks for reading!)

#Loki #Loki spoilers #Sylvie #sylki #Kevin wright #tom hiddleston #Sophia di Martino #collider #interview #news #idk if this makes things better or worst tbh #you tell me

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koostarcandy · 1 year

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you & i [3/3]

pairing: idol!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre: fluff, angst

a/n: I made a flashback kinda thingy because why not? the reader has a tattoo (may have taken a small concept from lily and atlas) and yes it's open ending ㅠㅠ you can use your imagination and send me asks to what you think would happen ^^ tysm for over 1k followers 🛐

you fidget with the tulips you placed on the dining table, admiring the way it brightened up the place with it's simplicity. you take one last look over the whole place, keen and alert eyes on the lookout for tilted frames and misplaced couch cushions. you glance at your phone for any notifications, taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes.

you can't remember the last time you were this giddy at the thought of someone coming home.

"c'mon now, angel, now there's wasted peri peri powder on the floor!"

you giggle at his whining, placing the abnormally large bowl of popcorn on your makeshift table. "i've barely been here two minutes and i'm already ruining your floors." jungkook mumbles, frantically tissues to clean up any residue of the red powder. "oh, shush koo," you kiss his cheek, leaning into him after he throws away the trash, "you haven't ruined anything, in fact, this is the best night i've had in months!" he chuckles, amused and touched at your sincere attempt to cheer him up.

you hope he can't hear your head going a hundred miles a minute, his arms wrapping around you like the comfiest blanket you know. he trails kisses from your nose to your lips and to your neck, settling on making the prettiest red mark on your collarbone.

it garnered raised eyebrows and suggestive looks from your friends when you had forgotten to cover it up, teasing a shy you and your lovey dovey boyfriend.

you absentmindedly trace your collarbone, a lone finger going over the star tattooed there. he always kept going back there, like he knew people would look there and comment on it. you recall the time he was nothing short of overjoyed when you said you wanted a tattoo there, especially because it was one of his favourite spots on you. his lips would automatically go there when he curls up with you, fluffy hair tickling your face.

"quit hogging the mirror! i wanna fix my hair!"

"excuse me but this is my bike, i can do whatever i'd like, angel."

mumbling about the helmet messing your hair up, you barely register jungkook popping a earbud in your ear, taking your phone and playing your "night rides <3" playlist. you hum instinctively at the first song playing, looking at jungkook scrolling through your phone, seemingly waiting for you.

"you must really love me huh?"

he smiles at your endless clicks of him, domestic and suggestive, cute and hot. "is that even a question?" you link your arms around his neck, pecking his smiling lips, "i've seen your pictures before and i haven't been more loved," you say truthfully, prompting jungkook to pull you closer, hands gripping your waist tightly.

your lips dance to a rhythm only both of you can hear, closed off from the rest off the world. you throw your head back slightly, catching a glimpse of the gradient sky, small stars scattered across. this scene would later make its way into your journal, watercolor pens and your memory doing its best to recreate it, drawing two tiny figures in the middle of the maroon sunset sky, glancing at the fast asleep body next to you, his arm on you like muscle memory. said sleeping man cracks his sleep-ridden eyes open, looking at you propped up on your elbows, concentrated on finishing the drawing of your date. he closes the book when you're done and keeps it on his nightside table, curling his body into yours and immediately snoring away when he gets your warm and bare skin on his.

you're sure you're a blushy mess now, reminiscing on wine stained memories. you wonder where it all wrong, when you both started walking around each other like it was thin ice. perhaps it was unsaid words from your side, maybe it was bottled up emotions from him. you felt your heart crack little by little when the sparkly and warm eyes you used to wake up to became a dull, white and empty pillow by your side.

somewhere, something went terribly wrong. talking about fond recollections with jungkook on sleepless midnights turned to you waking up with him echoing in your head like a long forgotten legacy. you look at the very door he walked out of, mentally berating yourself for not running after him. you wanted to run after him, tell him he can't leave you like this, that you'll strive to be better, beg him to stay.

you left the front door open, to show him that he's always welcome back in your shared abode. because he's all you've ever wanted, figment of your best intentions come to life.

you feel your lips tremble and eyes watering when you hear the stomps of his boots finally hit the wooden floors. you hold your limbs back from running to his tender-hearted body, teary eyes meeting his doe ones. the eyebrow piercing has gone, indicating the long time you've both spent apart. jungkook takes off his mask and puts his keys into the bowl on the shoe stand by the door, like his usual routine.

only this time, his tattooed hand holds tightly onto a brown paper bouquet of tulips, a look of longing washing over his face. parted lips let out your name, turning up slightly when he notices the same kind of flowers on the table. he takes off his shoes and slip into the slippers you left out for him, coming ever so close.

"hello, you."

tagging: @derinxj

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook mini series #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #bts x reader #bts jungkook #this is so underwhelming im sorry #but ty for reading bye

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valley-of-headcanons · 8 months

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Hello hello! Penny is the loml and needs more love. If you're up for it, do you have any hcs on how she would act when she has a crush? 👉👈

haley and penny crushing headcanons

these girls are the cutest, and they're adorable when they're falling for you! <3

warning: none in haley's part. mentions of pam, verbal abuse mention, self deprecation in penny's part :(

requested by: @planet-kittnen + anon, thank you both so much for the requests! i decided to combine these because of their similarity, i hope you don't mind! this was so fun to write, i love writing these characters and i hope you enjoy this as much as i did!

haley

• Haley isn't the most lovey dovey person in the world, she finds it hard to accept and receive it. Although she loves the idea of it, she never really wanted to pursue it ... until you wandered into her life. She didn't recognize it at first, she honestly repressed the feeling as far down as it would go. She has better uses of her time than sitting around worrying about some stupid farmer ...

• At least that's what she thought. One night, after hanging out with you, she came home and looked at herself in the mirror. Her smile was so bright, there were even smile lines creased into her makeup. And she enjoyed looking at it. Looking at the proof of her happiness ingrained in her face ... uh oh. She screamed into her pillow, out of excitement and fear.

• She didn't flirt, per say. She didn't want to make it obvious that she was actually interested in you, but she wanted to be around you. You notice that she's coming over a lot more often, and whenever you ask why, she makes some excuse. You can see it on her face, she's lying. All she really wants to do is be with you. She's bullies very very lightly, but not to extremes. “You're such an idiot,” with a soft, smiling expression. It's cute.

• One day, Haley was taking pictures at the beach, when she pointed her camera at the pier. You were sitting on the edge, fishing and looking as peaceful as ever. She couldn't resist the temptation, taking a picture of your gorgeous self with the stunning sunset flowing behind you and over the water. You looked over, seeing her as she pulled the camera down. You decided to walk over and sit beside her on the sand, asking to see the picture. She denied everything, but ... she couldn't say no to you for long. As she showered you, she began to defend herself.

• “I swear, I didn't mean to be creepy! I just didn't want to disturb you, and the photo op was too good! I just ... think that you are a really good subject ... you look so content here and I just wanted to capture it, I like seeing you happy ... I want to capture more of those moments ... and I want to be with you through those moments, if you'd let me. You, uh ... you make me feel feelings I've never felt for anyone else, and I think it's changing me for the better. No- ... it's growth. I wanna grow with you.”

• Haley was so vulnerable, and it made her so anxious ... but it paid off. It led to you two sharing a soft kiss under the sunset, something that you've both been waiting for this for a long time. Finally, Haley was learning how to be more accepting of people, including herself and you. She really wanted this to last, and so did you.

penny

• Penny is a hopeless romantic, her books usually have romantic elements throughout the story. She loves the idea of romance, but she's a bit nervous to ever go through with it. What she's gone through with her mom has certainly made her feel ... inadequate. When it comes to anything, but especially connections with other people. The idea is so good but ... you probably don't think much of her.

• She doesn't get her hopes up, although the automatically recognizes these feelings as romantic. She's just glad she has you as a friend, she can't ruin that. She wouldn't dare. She keeps these feelings to herself, although the butterflies are erupting inside her stomach, and her hands are sweating so much more than normal. She's just going to have to deal with it.

• Penny didn't make any moves on you, she was way too nervous to even attempt that. She did ramble a lot more often around you, though. The more comfortable she got, the more she talked. She was finally comfortable enough to talk about her interests with someone, it felt so nice ... you were her safe space. She showed her gratitude through acts of service, doing little things for you without asking.

• One night, Penny came by your farm with a picnic basket. You hadn't come into town that day, so she assumed you had been hard at work. She brought you some food, which was definitely not the greatest, but she put her heart into it. You two ate under the stars. You complimented her cooking, even though she definitely had room to improve. She stuttered out a thank you before she began to ramble.

• “Th-Thank you! Although it's really no trouble, you do so much for me, this doesn't even compare ... you're always so kind and attentive and you actually listen to me, it's a relief. Feeling safe isn't something I'm normally used to, and I love being around you- I mean, who wouldn't? You're such a great person and I- ... I'm so sorry, I'm rambling again, aren't I? ... My face is red? Uh- ignore that! I-I'm sure it's just the humidity? ... there can be humidity in fall! ... I'm sorry ...”

• As she attempted to apologize, you gently pressed a finger to her lips. Then you grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers together with a gentle smile. You told her that you were glad that you were her safe space, and that she was yours. The rest of the night was a peaceful silence, staring up at the sky in each other's arms. Nights like these became tradition, now that you two were together.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv farmer #sdv penny #stardew valley penny #sdv penny headcanons #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley penny headcanons #sdv haley #stardew valley haley #sdv haley headcanons #stardew valley haley headcanons #stardew penny #stardew penny headcanons #stardew haley #stardew haley headcanons

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mythicamagic · 2 years

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Sukuna's Roommate (a Sukuna x reader fic)

Summary: The rent is cheap, that's the only reason you're moving into apartment 167 on such short notice. The rent is cheap, you remind yourself again, staring up at the four-armed monster you would be living with. (Female reader x Sukuna)

Warnings: some dubcon moments and general Sukuna stuff i.e: murder. Will eventually feature smut.

AN: I can't seem to write seriously these days so by writing this for @nebuchadnezzar and having fun with it/not taking it too seriously, I hope to ease back into writing. This AU is just dumb roommate fun.

~Chapter One~

Living with a roommate for the first time involved a lot of waiting and wondering. Imaginations could run wild. Would they be messy or anally tidy? Would they go so far as to label their own food items in the fridge? Would they invite friends over and obnoxiously party until the early hours of the morning?

I didn’t know. Frankly the whole thing was a pain in the ass, but rent didn’t come cheap these days. To top off my long list of reservations though, I’d be living with a guy, rather than a girl like I would’ve preferred. That just added an extra layer to the whole trifle of suckage going on.

‘He better put the toilet seat down. I refuse to break my tailbone just because he ‘forgot’ or something.’

Being completely honest, I found It incredibly odd he’d accepted me without any kind of interview and were it not for my being in desperate of housing, I’d be slamming the breaks on this whole thing.

As previously mentioned, my imagination had begun to run wild. If he needed a roommate in this part of town, I pictured he'd be a guy around my age who was getting by fairly okay. We’d be sharing an apartment on the top floor, so I wondered if that meant he was the private type. I’d started picturing a dark-haired man with glasses. Bookish, cute. Maybe he’d blessedly keep to himself, and I’d barely see him. Yeah- I could be living with a complete recluse!

Emboldened, I finally stopped at an apartment, double-checking the numbers above the peephole. Taking a breath, I shifted one of my college folders to hug it beneath my arm, knocking firmly on the door.

“Enter.”

The voice was deep and low. I automatically raised a brow, finding the term weirdly archaic. Okay, maybe I wasn’t that far off the mark with the whole ‘bookish’ prediction. Grasping the doorknob, I gave it a twist, using my shoulder to push the door of apartment 167 open.

I’d been prepared for many scenarios. My tall dark and handsome nerdy recluse wasn’t the only guy I’d imagined as my roommate. There had been methheads, punks, artists, gamers, trust-fund babies looking to slum it with the normal folk for a year- or just your simple average joe. Any type of guy really, other than the sight currently standing before me.

No, in all my wildest fantasies, I’d never been fanciful enough to conjure up the image of a tall, four armed man standing naked in nothing but an apron- bare ass out as he rolled a lint roller over the wall, painting it sunset red.

Languid crimson eyes slid to the door, awakening into something that made the hair at the back of my neck stand on end.

“So you’re the woman, huh?”

He grinned at me with a smile that had too much teeth. Bold black tattoos hugging his body shifted as he turned to face me fully, gesturing with all four of his arms spread wide.

“Don’t loiter in the doorway like a moron. Come here. Let me take a closer look at you…” that wolfish smile deepened as his voice rose into a lifting purr “…roomie.”

tbc

Chapter two: here

#sukuna ryomen #sukuna jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

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abednadirsgf · 2 years

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this is in relation to @w00f-woof 's post here

so, mythic quest lads on twitter 😋😼

like you said: CAROL </3 she probably gets tagged in everyone's bullshit twitter feuds and its a hr mess 😓😓😓 like Brad is doxxing everyone (or threatening it but he defo doxxed David for like an hour then took it down lol)

Poppy is trying to get free food off brands by scamming them by saying that she found hair in her food (probably put one of Ian's beard hairs ontop of like a doughnut lmao)

Rachel is having full ass threads/arguments/throwing shit down with twitter incels and man babies and conservatives, I feel like Dana is on stan twt so like kpop, celebs, maybe even anime(?) (I feel like Dana is a MHA watcher don't @ me) so she just rtwts alot of cute stuff and polls and has like cool banners and matching pfps with Rachel. Dana also gets sponsors and brands send her free shit too

Ian. Ian, Ian, himbo daddy viking bear Ian. He posts inspirational quotes everyday 9am on the dot and people actually live for it. HOLY SHIT IAN HAS THE ALPHAS FOLLOWING HIM🦈🦈🦈Has his whole resume in his bio (aka something along the lines of 'body builder, viking, inspiration to generations, God, video game maker, entrepreneur, swag daddy' and probably has like 'DNI Poppy Li' in his bio too lmao

David <3 my sweet David - has his yt linked and tweets regularly about whats going on in the office (aka talks about Ian and Poppy arguing and whether they're gonna leave or divorce or leave him or - yep), posts pictures of dogs and cats and nature (he takes surprisingly REALLY GOOD pics of sunsets) and gains a lot of followers purely for his photography aspect. People tag therapists and hot milfs in your area in his comment sections.

CW has posted 3 times on twitter and it's literally the most random shit. probably accidentally like rtwted a fucking h3ntai panel bc he wanted to share 'art' 💀🤡 like CW. you're gonna get reported and banned my dude. probably has his nebula award as his pfp, banner and as his pinned post.

MY SWEET JO <3 She rtwts every single of Ian's quotes, defo bullies David in his comments, her and Brad scheme by trolling people and telling them they've won a free Mythic Quest package or some shit but when they click the link they end up automatically buying some like $50 set😟💀 Jo also likes to post OOTD and Hair Clip of the Day and people ADOREEEE them (i just love her hair clips okay🙄💅🏽)

#mythic quest #ian grimm #brad bakshi #poppy li #jo mythic quest #david brittlesbee #twitter hcs #w00f-woof i hope you dont mind this #i just had a sudden burst of ideas and needed to share them😭‼️#also PSA!!! i use 'daddy' with Ian in complete jest !!! i use it jokingly and not in a weird way lmao just in case ya'll think some thunks #i also use himbo with him kindly - ik hes more than the muscular man he is !!#newayz

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nikatyler · 4 years

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Today, I'm going to teach my subscribers how to look hella cute in space.

#how to be hella cute in space?#step one be sunset #step two that's it you don't have to bother anymore #if you're sunset you're automatically cute #ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #notsoberry #breeze nsb legacy #breeze nsb gen 3 #sunset honey breeze

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cryptiql · 3 years

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riptide

pairing: dabi/m!reader

warnings: smoking, some mildly suggestive flashbacks + detailed descriptions of drowning. as always, please do not read forward if any of the listed warnings might trigger you in any way, and stay safe <3

words: 4.9k

a/n: welcome to the sequel of smoke signals. perish :)

dabi made a mistake. the knowledge sits in the bottom of his stomach like a lump of lead; his innards twisting into a knot whenever the memory of you crosses the expanse of his sleep deprived mind. the burns under his eyes might as well be bags, but they aren't large enough to bear the weight of his guilt. it isn't much better sitting on his shoulders, but the repercussions of pain are what keep him from letting it go, and that's exactly what he wants. no—it's what he deserves. he deserves the feeling like his head is going to burst; the ache in his spine from too many hours spent hunched over himself with a bottle clutched between his shaking hands; the burning intensity from overuse of his quirk. the extra inches of marred skin serve as reminders of what he did, but it's not half as satisfying when the pain doesn't last.

he wants to scratch at the wounds until they ooze that bitter garnet liquid; until he's suffocated by the metallic scent and forced to endure as the taste of blood engraves itself on his tongue when he chokes on it. he wants to suffer—the slower the better—because not even the strongest alcohol can cleanse his sins, nor the stench of his regret.

dabi made a mistake. it won't be the last time, he's able to admit, because his ego is too shriveled from the lack of your warmth, and his heart yearns for the passion of your kiss that still lingers on his lips. when the loft echoes with fragments of the city's ambience, drowning him in an incessant racket, he longs for the lighthouse. this place is infested with selfish ingrates, scuttling about in search of the next outcast to torment, and it makes him wish he still had that safe space at the shore. your siren song was a drug to put him at ease, and now he is without it, and the withdrawal has taken effect.

he knew this would come to pass. dabi overdosed on your love; your affection; your everything; all while watching the consequences unravel at a snail's pace, almost as if he were being teased by the inevitable end. he let it happen. he did this to himself, so he won't shake his hands at the sky, cursing gods he doesn't know exist; as if they would concern themselves with the faults of men like him.

he knew this would happen.

but then, so did you. you had to have known by the empty space in your bed where he used to lay; by the dates that kept getting postponed and the meaningless promises made to make up for them; by the shortage of visits, even just to say "hello" before he dropped from the face of the earth once more. if this were true, it meant that you were suffering just the same—nay, more than him, by forcing yourself into a state of compliance whenever he told you it was time for him to go. dabi could pretend like he didn't see your fingers twitching; resisting the urge to reach out for him; just as he could pretend like the rivulets of tears on your cheeks did not exist, though they begged to be swept away by him. god, he wants to hold your face again, noses brushing together and your dreamy sighs melding with his raspy laughter.

he had told himself that you wouldn't deter him from his goal, but even that seems like a pipe dream now. he feels like an underachiever, chasing a future that can't be set in stone when he already had you, which should have been enough. dabi realizes that the flames of his own passionate desire for freedom have burned you in the process, and it hurts more than he can put into words. you were always better with words, he reminisces, tracing the coffee stained parchment sitting in his pocket.

dabi has long since stopped reading the letters you sent, but he still carries them with him wherever he goes. they anchor him to both earth and sky; the reality that he's lost you, threatening to swallow him from under his feet; and the hope that he'll find you again, one day, after all this is over. "and just what do you think you're doing?"

you can see his reflection in the stove's glass sheen, his mouth drawn up into a devious smirk as he leans on the bedroom doorframe, clad in nothing but his briefs from the previous night. the purplish burns scaling his collarbone and abdomen give him a roguish look that—if you possessed no self-restraint—would normally have you lunging at him like a starved beast. you manage to smirk back at him, subtly shaking your hips while opening the stove door to pull out the doughy mound of bread inside. to your delight, you hear him grumble something not-so family-friendly before he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. you had never once thought that the feeling of staples against your skin would feel so good, but now you can hardly imagine being without it, and you immediately melt into dabi's touch.

he breathes softly in your ear, chuckling when you flinch in response, goosebumps stippling your flesh. by the way your cheeks puff out in embarrassment, he should take that as a sign to stop, but fuck, your pouting is just too cute for him to resist, especially when your worship-able body is basking in the afterglow of dusk. you keen when dabi starts peppering your shoulder blades with kisses, but nearly dropping the pan causes your senses to return, and you whisper a plea. luckily, he appears to be in a merciful mood, because he relents his onslaught of affection to rest his chin in the crook of your neck.

when he finally notices what you're making, he can't help but squeeze you tighter.

"is that a cake?"

you turn to give him a peck on the nose, which is rewarded with a halfhearted snap of his teeth just millimeters from your mouth.

"that'd be right. though, i'm astonished you know which way is up after last night." your sing-song tone of voice spurs him to squeeze your thigh, and you would have shooed him away if not for how much you liked it. dabi murmurs something unintelligible, the vibrations shooting straight down your spine, and proceeds to remove himself from you in order to better observe the baked delicacy.

"mm. what's it for?" he asks, discretely swiping a bit of the pink colored icing from the bowl to his right. sweet, but not sickeningly so.

you are none the wiser when dipping a spatula into the contents and smoothing it over the cake, a soft smile playing at your lips.

"you never told me when your birthday is, so i'm taking a wild guess. figured i'd whip this up as a surprise, but you woke up earlier than i suspected." dabi swears that his heart is about to burst from behind his ribcage, and all because you're too goddamn perfect. you may as well be a priceless work of art in museum that he's been prohibited from touching. however, the fading marks on your skin signify that he's done more than just touch, and he takes pride in the fact you can't seem to move further than two steps in any direction without faltering.

"i know angel food cake is your favorite—" dabi silences you with a kiss; bruising and passionate; and takes the spatula from your hand, blindly setting it aside on the counter. your protests are short-winded as he lifts you from your behind before promptly turning the oven off and spinning on his heel. he's memorized these halls well enough to not bump into anything during his trek back to the bedroom. you pull away, albeit with a hint of reluctance, just to glare at him.

"what about the—" dabi kisses you again, and while you don't seem too happy about being interrupted twice in a row, the shared heat between your bodies distracts you from being upset.

"you're off by about two months, doll. besides, i think i'd much rather have you as a late birthday treat."

dabi clenches his jaw at the memory, his knuckles whitening with how tenaciously he grips the tattered fabric of his jeans. the league's new base is just as rundown and close to crumbling as he feels, but his despair is masked by the rage that overpowers it. why couldn't you have been a normal couple? why couldn't dabi have grown up with a father who loved him; with a quirk that didn't gradually destroy him and without the resulting scars that made him a hideous monster in the eyes of all who saw him? why couldn't he be as beautiful on the inside as you said he was on the outside? why couldn't he just be happy, after all this time?

why? why? why?

dabi finds his answer hidden in the ashen battleground strewn with rubble and remnants of burnt remains. he finds it in the fear of his victims' expressions before the snare of death claims them in a flourish of blue inferno. it's written there in bold, ichor dripping from his fingers as they smear the message with red.

the privilege of living a normal life is, and always will be, beyond his reach. murder does not warrant mercy, and the only person willing to give it to him is miles away, still desperate for him to come back.

as fate would have it, you and dabi lived worlds apart, but you still look at the same sunset; the same array of stars forming constellations that told stories of your life shared together. they replay in his head like a record stuck on repeat, and only when the song ends does he find himself back in the clutches of his childhood trauma, rather than your embrace.

"dabi? dabi!" his trademark scowl automatically takes place when a finger prods and pulls at his cheek, the familiar voice of twice shaking him from his deep contemplation. jin has been so unfortunate as to suffer minor scorches from the ravenette's flames, on account of him being too bothersome at the wrong moments, and so he instantly backs away at the first indication of danger brewing in the air around him. with how on edge he's felt lately, he really should have gone on a walk to relieve some stress, but the looming knowledge that he can't go to the lighthouse would only ruin the trip.

dabi is fully prepared to smack jin's hand away until he sees what he's holding. he'd recognize that handwriting anywhere, and even without it, the scent of saltwater and freshly baked bread clings to the paper, altering him of yet another one of your efforts to communicate with him. dabi feigns indifference towards the object; quite the contrary to his thinning patience as twice waves it above his head excitedly.

"you've got mail! who's is from? probably a useless nobody! or maybe a secret admirer? but who would admire you?"

to his dismay, the commotion has grabbed toga's attention, and she veers over to their location with a giddy grin on her face. she all but drapes herself over dabi as he snatches the letter from jin, and it doesn't help his struggle when she clings to him like a koala. after a bout of kicking and shoving, he manages to break free of her grasp, grimacing at her lengthy, high-pitched whines of disapproval.

"and can you believe hawks was the one to deliver it? i didn't take him for a carrier bird. . ."

dabi doesn't hear the rest, nor does he intent to, because he's already making his way to the nearest exit with haggard breaths. whoever calls out for him and whatever they say are the last of his concerns right now, and they're abruptly cut off when he slams the door behind him. the summer heat wills beads of sweat to paint his forehead, but he soon finds comfort under the shade of a tree, cicadas buzzing noisily overhead. he would sooner keel over and die than thank the birdbrain hero for catering to him—and by extension, you—but now that the note is there, begging to be read, he can't help but feel some sort of gratitude.

"i need you to do something for me."

the bristles of hawks' feather hover over dabi's pulse in a threatening manner, but he feels no more in peril than he would at the cruelty of a baby chick. he knows the number two hero won't harm him, at least not without regretting it later, and this is the perfect time to use that to his advantage. hawks narrows his eyes at him, nose wrinkling in accord.

"why would i do anything for you after that stunt you pulled?" he snarls, and dabi almost has to laugh at the drastic switch in personality. the way he presents himself to the public is a true contrast compared to the persona only he and the league have had the pleasure of seeing.

"because if you don't, everyone will know you've been fraternizing with the enemy, and we wouldn't want number two falling off his high pedestal, now would we?"

this time, dabi audibly laughs when hawks' guise wavers. the other grits his teeth, slowly withdrawing the feather and allowing it to fall limp at his side. he revels in his victory, short though it be, and reaches into his pocket to procure a letter marked with your name and address. putting your location at the disposal of a hero isn't something he's proud of doing, but it's all he has left, and he doesn't have the resolve to tell you directly.

coward, his conscious mocks as he holds it out for hawks to take. the winged man stares at it with befuddlement, his movements stalling here and there when he seizes the paper between his thumb and pointer finger. dabi tuts lightly but menacingly, yanking hawks towards him by the wrist and igniting his quirk to leave a faint mark there.

"you're gonna deliver this for me, no questions asked. don't you dare open it."

despite the clear uncertainty, hawks took heed of the ominous demand and carried it out later that night. he had not expected a young man with tear-stained cheeks to greet him at the door, much less the endless babble of 'thank you's as you took the letter with shaking hands.

dabi hadn't wished for you to send one back, but the ongoing stream of them was considered fair, after he'd left without much of a trace. still, he had promised himself that he would never read them, for fear of it opening the wound inflicted by having to say goodbye.

dabi can't understand the sudden change of mind for the life of him, and yet, he finds that he doesn't care whether it opposes every rule he set to keep you safe—to keep himself safe. he tears open the envelope and slumps against the tree trunk, bark and leather grating together as he hesitantly unfolds the parchment, briefly shutting his eyes as a last act of resistance to the helpless cry from within; longing for the familiarity of your poetic words. instead of the delicate precision that was to be anticipated, dabi stared down at your messy scrawl, a carnal fear rising from within and causing his throat to clamp up. the memories begin to flash at a faster rate, like an old-timey picture film. dabi has just finished putting the kettle on to boil when hears the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of your slippers shuffling across the floor. he snickers, remembering that the only pair you have is the one he bought you; a well worn match that looks oddly like cloud bunnies. you've made sure to exemplify how much you love the gift by wearing them around the house on rainy or lazy days, all paired with a wistful smile. this morning is no different as you worm your way under dabi's hold and press your face into his chest, a satisfied groan escaping you when he cards his fingers through your hair and scratches the scalp.

the robe you wear is half-hanging from your shoulders, which makes for an enticing view from where dabi stands, but he simply kisses the crown of your head and continues waiting for the pot to simmer.

"did you hear that noise?" you slur, just barely discernable over the kettle's shrieking. dabi quirks a brow in question as you rub the leftover grogginess from your eyes, tiredly nodding at the back window.

"little past midnight, i think. coulda sworn i heard somethin' rifling around in the trash." dabi squints at this new information while eyeing your appearance. the dark circles and intermittent yawning indicate a lack of sleep, and if he weren't there to keep you steady, you might collapse onto the floor as a snoring heap. if it really disturbed him, he should have woken me up, he thinks, pulling you closer with an ever-deepening frown. you snuggle up to him as if it's second nature, sleepily giggling away when his digits stray too close to your side.

"s'probably raccoons, but if you're worried, i can stay longer just to make sure." you look up at him with nothing short of pure, unbridled adoration, cupping his face and squishing it gently, to your own entertainment. after a moment of consideration, you shake your head.

"nah, you're probably right."

the feeling hits dabi like a tidal wave, dragging him below the raging surface; far below where the light of day cannot touch. it suffocates him and brings rise to the sickening taste of bile on his tongue, but he doesn't have time to spare in throwing it all up, so he swallows it. withered patches of grass crunch under his feet as he peels himself from the tree and breaks into a dash, sparing your letter the flames fueled by his anguish as to let it drift in the breeze, the single sentence written on it already engraved in his mind.

it wasn't raccoons.

dabi doesn't care what shigaraki will have to say about this when he gets back. the only thing he cares about is that you'll still be alive to say anything to him when he reaches you, and that whoever has invaded your home is willing to die for what they've done, or what they're currently doing, and fuck—he isn't even sure if this is you calling for help or not, but he can't risk being right.

the distance between the base and the lighthouse feels lightyears apart, yet simultaneously at arms length when dabi is running at speeds he hasn't ever been able to achieve before. if he stumbles at any point during his sprint, or if he happens to bump into an unsuspecting civilian on the street, he doesn't notice. the resonant thumping of his own heartbeat is all that he can hear as he thanks the gods for the flow of traffic being so spaced out, otherwise it would be near impossible for him to reach you in time.

in time for what? he has to ask. dabi doesn't even want to think about the repercussions, but the scenarios arrive in rivulets despite the mental trapeze he goes through to push them down, and they only continue to grow into oceans; darker, colder and harboring thoughts too gruesome for even someone of his caliber to handle. he won't realize until much later that he'd forgotten to put on his disguise, but the way people ogle at him with fear and disgust does not suppress the need to protect you.

even now, he can sense the pressure building behind his eyes, though it's more painful that it used to be. dabi hasn't cried in months, and it shows by how unabating the rivers of blood trickle from his skin grafts, despite his feverish attempts to stop them. look at yourself, holding together by a thread and weeping in public like a child whose lost his mother in the crowd. it wouldn't have come to this if he had stayed.

something shifts in the scenery; a distinct line drawn between the city and its neighboring countryside; but it makes no difference to the impending peril that looms ahead. the closer he gets, the sooner he'll find you waiting for him, dead or alive. dabi staggers, his breath hitching at the thought, as well as the harsh sting of pain that erupts when his knee collides with the gravel below. he pushes himself forward in little time, a strangled yell ripping his throat raw as his vision settles on the top of the lighthouse, peeking over the hillside. you have to be there—you just have to. he isn't done with you yet, and you're sure as hell not done with him.

the earth is damp beneath his feet, and it soaks through the canvas of his shoes whilst he darts past the boulevard and onto your property, crying out to you. surely, you must hear him. surely—

dabi practically hurls himself at the front door, his blood running cold when it opens for him effortlessly and swings ajar to reveal the living room, upturned and scattered with broken bits and pieces of furniture. there's no sign of you or whoever did this. the oakwood flooring groans under his weight as he barrels down the hall, peering into every room, beneath your bed and any other place where you could be hiding. nothing. his search ends in vain at the front doorstep, where he stands hunched over and dry heaving. no, no, no. you can't be gone.

"y/n!" he shouts. his only response is the crashing of waves against the shore and the incessant cawing of seagulls. for a moment, dabi forgets how to breathe, and then the ability returns to him; his legs aching horribly as he rushes to the beach. the arrangement of rocks is sporadic at first, but they gradually form large clumps the further he carries on, urging him to squeeze between the narrower openings. it comes with some difficulty, but at last he is able to hobble onto the sandy coast and rest his sights upon the vast sea. he can recall when seeing its murky blue sea would have put him at ease, but now it only causes his senses to be clouded with distress.

"y/n!" the once calm ripples rise into rolling billows that drench the shoreline in frothy heaps of algae, wreckage and blood. it curls and disbands within the ocean to pollute its cerulean hues with ones of scarlet red, and just like that, dabi's heart sinks like the titanic. he'll never forget the sight of you, face-down in the water; your favorite shirt slashed to shreds, clinging to your body as nothing more than a tattered mess. dabi wades into the water until it reaches his ankles, completely numb to its freezing temperature as he sinks down to hoist you up. he rests you on his thighs and presses his lips onto yours with urgency, shortly pulling back so that he can thrust his palms upon your chest and push. he doesn't care to remember how many times he repeats this, but when he finally sits back on his haunches to release a stifled curse, the feeling of dread has only just begun to take control.

you've never looked so pale.

a guttural sob wrenches itself past his grinding teeth as more tears arise, dappling your cheeks like raindrops. it wracks his body and sends forth a surge of agony to course through his veins. dabi cups your face with a shaking hand, the other secured around your waist while he kisses you, his erratic pleas falling upon deaf ears.

"come back. . .come back." his bawling ceases to end, no matter the abrasive pain blossoming in his gullet.

"c'mon, doll. where's that sweet voice of yours?" his thumb strokes your bottom lip as though beckoning you to speak. when nothing follows, he makes a pathetic sniveling sound mixed with something broken; a blubber or whine, he does not know. the burden of your lifeless form causes the reality to set in; a dagger piercing his insides and twisting as to drag the most blood-curdling screams from him.

dabi loved you, and he wishes he had the strength to say it when you were still there. it was only within the presence of his own demons that he was able to utter his affections; curled into himself and waiting for a reply that would never come, carried on the wind that bit his skin. he loved you because you held him like a child when his father hadn't even the heart to acknowledge him as his own. you spoke his name—his real name—as though the blood on his hands was not there; like you had washed it away yourself through acts of tenderness that he did not deserve.

and now you're gone.

you're gone, and—

dabi's entire body jolts with a start, a familiar heat dancing across the grafts of his marred skin. a faint blue glow radiates from his fists, which are tightly fastened the weighted blanket that lays crumpled atop his legs. he lets go with a shuttering gasp, observing the black smudges that reside where his flames once were, then blinking owlishly at his surroundings. the room is shrouded in darkness, all save for the bedside table to the left of him that is dimly lit by a flickering oil lamp. that, and the spaces illuminated by the moon's brilliance, showering the floor with multicolored spots as it glistens through the stained glass window. something slots into place, but all it does is send dabi's mind into overdrive.

where is he? where are you? are you really dead? everything hurts.

his nails drag down the length of his arms, seeking some sort of comfort in the pain that blooms there. it doesn't last long, however, when the bed suddenly dips, and a soothing warmth is placed on the small of his back.

"touya?" you croak, your words lingering with the remnants of sleep. dabi—no—touya, swears that he could cry again, right then and there. his eyes flit over your torso, where several scars in varying sizes have desecrated the skin. as he idly traces the pink lines, one final memory surfaces from the depths of his subconscious. him, desperately pounding your sternum; the last threads of denial snapping in tune; and you, coughing and spewing both curses and whatever seawater that had clogged up your lungs. touya held you in that same position for hours, listening as your ragged wheezing turned into hiccupping sobs. hauling you inside had been no easy feat, and having to hear your muffled groans while he stitched you up by the crackling hearth was no better, but the evening after had been pleasant.

you could not recollect the face of the intruder, and with such little information to go off of, touya was left to wallow in self-loathing for love he had almost lost. no amount of therapy could prevent the following nightmares and panic attacks, but in time, the rekindling of your relationship was proved successful, and dabi was prepared to repay you for the moments where you consoled him.

it wasn't just a dream. it had all happened, and yet here you were, alive and well.

a pensive look crosses your features when you note how quiet touya is, and you take it as a sign to break the tension with a tried-and-true method from the past. he doesn't resist as you coo softly, pulling him under the covers and wrapping yourself around him, a garbled tune fleeing from past your lips before you press them to his shoulder. you trail the faintest of butterfly kisses along his neck, his jaw, his cheeks and so on. the anxiety coiled in touya's chest starts to untangle, leaving him as a trembling bundle of nerves in your arms as you shush him, your nimble fingers carting through his hair.

if he weren't so tired, he would have laughed at how the tables have turned; with you cradling him in the way he's so used to doing. still, not even he can deny that it feels nice to be held like this.

"s'alright sweetheart. i'm here. . ." you whisper, and the effect is instantaneous. touya stills as he inhales the scent of buttercream and fresh pine that wafts into the bedroom, his eyelids fluttering shut. all he can hope for is that your presence will drive away any nightmares that foreshadow his well-needed rest, and that when he wakes up in the morning, you'll still be at his side.

dabi made a mistake, and thousands more will come to pass, because underneath the grit and grime that makes up his callous exterior, there is a human being; struggling to survive and struggling to please, just as much as the next. but he'll never leave you again. he had promised you as such with the band of gold now encircling your ring finger, and as long as he lives, he'll never break it.

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Prunelle de mes yeux (Yandere Rook x Reader)

When I heard the love of my life liked poetry, 😍😳🤤.

"Oh Mon cheri,

You are the one I wish to strike by my arrow of love.

Once you were in my sight,

I became blinded by your radiance and beauty.

I want to sing my love for you to the heavens above,

So that you could hear me.

Dearest love you are the one for me,

You truly are the prunelle de mes yeux.

So, won't you please accept these gifts from me?"

As the poem came to an end her face was redder than the apple mentioned in the text. The words were sweet and heartfelt but what was unnerving was the gifts had been placed in a basket.

Quite a few of her favorite things were placed in the basket, from her favorite flowers in a bouquet, to a few of her favorite snacks. Not only that but the admirer asked to meet within the forest of Pomeifore.

So does that mean her admirer is really handsome? Only good looking people get assigned to that dorm. It's far better than having to go to Savanaclaw at least.

She's still weary about the situation at hand though, on one hand her admirer knows a bit too much about her and on the other hand it would be rude to not show up considering they did all of this. Furthermore she really was curious about who this person was. It was already a given how eloquent they were to write ths poem in cursive none the less.

A little bit of doubt sprung up in her.

"Pomeifore, how can anyone so beautiful from that dorm possibly fall for someone like me?" She voiced aloud to the slight breeze she felt.

She wonders if her admirer could see her love for the gift she was given. How unaware she was that he did see all of it a smile gracing his lips.

"Aw ma chérie, I'm flattered to hear you think I'm beautiful. Truly such an honor that is from a graceful mademoiselle as yourself. Not even the heavens above will stop me from professing my love and affection for you.'

A figure stepped from behind one of the old trees in the area surrounding Ramshackle elated to have heard her reaction to his gift. A good hunter always knew to conceal their presence from their prey.

He would have loved to hear her reaction in person, alas that isn't how he planned it though. He had to set a trap for her in order to confine her from all others.

But in due time it wouldn't be long before his prize for being so patient would arrive.

. . .

The plan was to meet as soon as it was near sunset at around dinner time as the note instructed. She wondered if her admirer had planned to eat with her in beautiful forest scenery that surrounded her. She decided to go in the end cause her conscience wouldn't let her sleep to know she didn't thank the person who went through such efforts to confess.

More and more steps she traveled deeper into the eastern forest of Pomeifore hearing few birds chirp occassionally.

'Head straight from the right side of Pomeifore castle where you'll find a forest beyond the small tower, until you come up to a flat rock. Then you'll find a sign from me there.' Simple instructions.

She saw what she believed to be the rock mentioned and stood there for a moment.

"I wonder if your already here?"

She noticed a paper sticking up from a tree settled behind the rock taped there. It was folded in half and had four words scribbled on the front.

"Prunelle de mes yeux." Was what it said.

'That same phrase.'

She opened it to find even more words scribbled inside.

"You've arrived and have yet to see me, Mon chèri.

I'm sure you're eagerly awaiting my presence, as am I with my overwhelming desire to introduce myself to your wonderfully bright e/c eyes.

But as eager as we both are all good things come to those who wait, as they say.

How about we play a little game?"

Toward the sea,

You shall go,

West from thee

Is where you'll find me.'

"West?"

She could see light trying to break through the foliage of the trees to the right of her.

"The sun sets in the west. So towards the cliffs."

As she walked past a few of the trees, she couldn't help but anticipate meeting this stranger. After crossing the threshold of forestry, she came to face with a sunset that was beautiful beyond words. She was so mesmerized that she didn't noticed the smile directed toward her.

Most definitely she didn't notice his footsteps, as silent as his true intentions.

"Enjoying the view, mon cheri?"

She jumped with a squeak in which had to pull her closer in fear of her falling.

As she looked back at her savior he found himself gazing into flustered expression, that was cute with a faint innocence and shyness that expertly glowed in Rook's green eyes.

She on the other hand noticed his hat that was about to blow off and fall into the sea. Which made her grab it before it could, slipping one of her arms out of Rook's hold. It definitely took him by surprise to see her act with care toward such an insignificant thing. His hold on her did loosen and she was able to get and face him with a reserved nature then the determination he had just saw.

"Ah, I'm such a clutz, here I wouldn't want you to lose such an important item just because you saved me."

"I'm flattered mon amour, but your far more important than some silly hat. Risking your life for something like that makes that beautiful visage shine even brighter." His bright smile definitely had her heart beating at a rabbit's pace not only that but his words weren't something you would hear from any normal student of Night Raven College.

The tone definitely matched the letters she had been sent.

"Your the person who wrote those letters."

"Dearest, prunelle de mes yeux you are indeed correct. Rook Hunt, a pleasure it is to finally meet you up close after seeing you afar." Even though she should've she didn't think too much about the last part of his statement only one phrase in particular.

"What does that mean, it is French right? You said that in your first letter, I recognize the common phrases of love but this one is more complex." As she finished her question she felt as though his happiness visibly increased.

He came a bit closer cupping her cheeks in his gloved ones, a subtle smile but with evergreen eyes that hid so much behind him.

"It means apple of my eye, I'm so glad you remembered that part." He was so close you could definitely see why his soul was chosen to be apart of Pomeifore.

Before she could take a second to admire him longer he had took her hand leading her about a few yards from where they were currently. When he moved to the side there sat a table, two chairs and plates, silverware, an appetizer and a small macaroon tower. Not to mention the small lit candle out of three in between, it was strange since the sunset provided a enough light already.

"Shall we commence our date then? How about we get to know you more personally and me the same?"

. . .

The date was enjoyable to say the least for both parties. She enjoyed his personality and theatrics while he enjoyed her company and entire being sitting across from him, listening to every word she said.

Even after the food was eaten and they stayed in each other's company. It was dark now and Rook had lit two more candles with his pen to add some extra light as he urged her to continue on with her story. The flicker flame kind of casted an eerie shadow over her companion.

Overtime she started to feel insanely sleepy. Yawning in the middle of yet another of their conversations. She apologized for the umpteenth time, as she believed it was because of her herself being tired. It was still rude of course though.

He found it cute, smirking with hidden intent as his plan was working. He was currently teaching her words in French upon asking for more terms he could teach her.

"It's okay, mon amour. You seem sleepy no? How about we get you home?"

The nickname still didn't sit in her mind in complacency causing her to blush. He had already gotten up from his place bringing along the candelabra closer to her face to extend a hand to her.

As soon as she took his hand getting up however she could her eyes automatically closing, and body shutting down. Before she could fully fall into slumber her legs were swept up into the arms of her captor who had placed the candelabra a far enough distance on the table.

Holding her in a bridal fashion Rook examined the unconscious female. As he gently caressed her lips and admired all that was before him in that moment he had her in his arms.

"Words enough aren't able to convey my love to you ma chérie for you are the prunelle de mes yeux after all, and one spell was all it took for me to be able to gain such an astonishing view of your visage." He held her delicately in his arms brushing away some of her hair on her face, gently laying her head on his chest.

"Too curious and naive for your own good, that is why I must take you away so that no one will ever taint that beauty of yours." He says with a calm smile painting his expression as he headed toward Pomeifore.

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seungcy · 3 years

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200 follower milestone prompt list !

Listed below are 100 prompts for my 200 follower milestone celebration ! The list will be 5 quotes and 5 scenarios interchanging so you can browse each mini section for any prompts that catch your eye. You may request starting August 21 at 10AM until September 13 at 10PM PST.

Rules for requesting ♡ : you are free to request as many times as you’d like with a maximum of 3 prompts per request. When requesting, please include the following → member + genre + prompt number(s)

[ If you do not specify what type of reader, I will automatically make it gender neutral for more inclusivity :) ]

“Give me a hug"

“Your hands are so cold”

“Can you please play with my hair?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you always look this cute?”

Sharing a blanket

Cooking late at night

Walking through a farmers market

Ice skating and fumbling

Having a picnic and watching the sunset/sunrise

“The stars look beautiful tonight”

“I want to hold you forever”

“I miss you”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“Why are you always like this?”

Watching kids play at a park

Staying up late studying

Conversations through the phone

Playing in the snow

Watching the rain pour

“Aw, not so cocky now huh?”

“If being hot is a crime, put me in jail”

“I wish I could see the look on your face”

“Who says I don’t feel the same?”

“It’s like you’re my soulmate or something”

Attending a wedding

Shopping at the mall

Riding the swings at a park

Sketching them in your notebook

Running late to an appointment

“I can’t stop thinking about you”

“Please don’t go”

“Can I have this dance?”

“Have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?”

“You are so weird”

Visiting your hometown

Going to your favorite coffee shop

Bumping into an old friend

Going on a cruise

Watching the first snowfall

“Quick, kiss me!”

“Is that my sweater?”

“If you thank people by kissing them, I hope you thank me more often”

“You really changed”

“You're so cheesy”

Forced to share a bed

Tending each others wounds

Reminiscing old times

Basking in the sunlight

Volunteering at a local animal shelter

“Wanna run away together?”

“Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?”

“Oh god, I think I’m actually falling for them”

“Stop working and pay attention to me”

“I love how your hand fits in mine”

Watching your favorite movie

Grabbing the same snack and touching hands

Losing a younger sibling at a supermarket and needing their help

Picking up your sibling from school

Moving into a haunted apartment

“Can we talk?”

“Do you hate me or something?”

“I love it when you get that angry look in your eye”

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me”

“Do you want me to kneel and kiss your feet?”

“I don’t think this is working out”

“I just want what’s best for you”

“Oh, this is awkward”

“My mom loves you’

“Your hair is so soft after you shower”

Tracing your names in the sand

Staying up late playing video games together

Drawing with chalk on the sidewalk

Breakfast in bed while sick

Going to IKEA pretending to play house

“We can’t buy all of that”

“You can’t just waltz in here all dressed up and think you won’t get smothered with questions!”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“You can’t see me, right?”

“You smell so good”

Messaging your number neighbor

Falling asleep on their shoulder on a flight

Breaking into their room through the window

Making each other bracelets

Meeting your pen pal after growing up together

Getting promoted/new job opportunity and having to leave the country

Starting to realize you’re losing feelings

Watching them fall in love from afar

Blowing on dandelions and making wishes

Waking up from a bad dream

“I would never hurt you”

“I think I’d rather kiss a dog than go out with you”

“Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“I think I’m in love with you”

“My little brother thinks you’re hot, he wasn’t lying”

Babysitting for two sons and realizing one is your age

Putting flowers in each other’s hair

Going to a pumpkin patch

Drawing on the other’s face while they nap

Kissing away the other’s tears

all written by @lavenonie !

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sumeshi-t · 4 years

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✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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***

V left.

No, he didn't leave you like that, no.

It's just that, he and the other Devil Hunters had business to attend to. An old score to settle, just like what Nero said. Something that was related to someone named Mundus. Well, you didn't know the person ( or if he's a person, at all ) but, V said he’s dangerous. Of course, you wanted to beg him to let you come but, you knew he would never allow it. Heck, the Devil Hunters didn't even allow Nico to come. Lady was one thing but, you being powerless as of that moment? V simply refused.

So, with a promise that he'll keep you posted with everything that will happen to them, he went away with Dante, Nero, Trish, Lady, Griffon and Shadow. He also left Andromeda with you so you could have a source of power should things get awry on your side. Also to keep you vitalized while he's gone.

And just like that, V left.

And that was six years ago.

For at least a year and a half, V never failed to send you letters and postcards, telling you of those wonderful places he visited with the rest of the group in search of this Mundus. Places that he would visit again but, with you by his side. He told you, in these letters and postcards, how much he missed you, how much he longed to be by your side, to hold you in his arms and kiss you and make you his over and over again. He told you how much he loved you and you alone, above all else. You cherished these hand - written notes from the man you loved and kept them close. You prayed for the safety of their group, and for their safe return.

But, just like that, he stopped sending letters and postcards nearly five years ago, which has made all of you, including Nico ( who lost contact with them about the same time V stopped writing ), and Kyrie ( who has to take care of her and Nero's precious five year - old daughter and manage the orphanage all by herself ) awfully worried.

You tried sending Andromeda over and over again to see if they were doing fine but, the entity refused, telling you that it is her sworn duty to protect you and never leave your side. Nico tried many times to contact the team but, every single time she managed to hit a stable connection, something strange and unexplainable would interrupt, leaving her listening to just static. Kyrie helped you send letters to the addresses where V sent his, hoping that he would, by any chance, receive them.

But, to no avail.

Still, you didn't lose hope. You distracted yourself during the day, and you fervently prayed each night. You kept the smile on your face, and kept the hope alive in your heart.

Hoping that someday, he, and the rest of the group, would return, safe and sound.

Maybe it was that hope and inspiration that made you do simple but, life - changing things, which, somehow, made an impact and directly influenced your closest friends.

You may have lost the ability to dance but, still, it didn't stop you from establishing your very own little ballet school for beginners next to a church in Fortuna where you lived. Even the kind and gentle Sister Christina flew all the way from Germany to lend her support as an overseeing headmistress while you do the ballet instructing, yourself. You even have Nero and Kyrie's girl, Eva, as one of your little protégés ( who were mostly from poor families of Fortuna whose homes were destroyed by the Dreadnought six years ago ). You even got the surprise of your life, when, one day, the man who made Galatea showed up in the school's doorstep and revealed that he was, in fact, your parents' grandson. Through him, you found out that your precious parents didn't die, after all, after the Pale Ones abducted you and your sister. They were powerless against the cult, and they weren't able to do anything when the news of the Fortuna Castle's fire reached them. They thought you were dead, and has since moved on and had another child. He also revealed that they never forgot about you and your sister until death, and the old photograph they have of you was the thing that inspired him to make Galatea.

Cagliostro, who was, surprisingly, engaged to none other than Alicia, who has fully grown into a beautiful and mature woman, helped with the interior decorating. He has finally moved on from his heartbreak and found a new purpose in life - to be a much better artist and build a family of his own with his Hispanic fiancée.

Alicia, on the other hand, has figured out that her mother's strange behavior before her death was due to an unknown mental illness caused by a past trauma, and has since then dedicated the early years of her life as a licensed doctor to help people with the same case and helped a larger, more prominent medical team to develop a cure for this.

Petya ( who was balding and happy ) and Natasha ( who still preferred being called Solagne ) never failed to drop by almost every month, bringing both French and Russian beverages with them, just to have little parties with you and the rest of your little group of loving friends. You even saw the haughty woman teaching music to your students during your break ( you only kept this to yourself but, you knew that the poor woman, who, according to Petya, was unfortunately unable to conceive, was longing for a cute little girl of her own ).

Nico, who still kept her lines open just in case one of the Devil Hunters called, improved a lot as an Artisan during those six years of her friend and partner, Nero's absence. Of course, just like you and Kyrie, she never lost hope that they would return someday, and since then, she has developed more powerful and much more revolutionary weapons for Nero to use. Guns, Devil Breakers, and even other, weird - looking gadgets that she called works of art. You even told her that she has surpassed her grandmother, Nell Goldstein, and more but, the woman wouldn't admit this. Said that she must first let Nero test all of her creations and let him admit that to her straight in the face.

Kyrie, just like you, remained ever vigilant. In fact, now that her daughter's growing up, she wanted nothing more than to have Nero finally meet his little girl. She helped you with the ballet school whenever she has time off the orphanage she and her husband built. She even cooked sumptuous meals for you and your little prima ballerina wannabes. And when the busy days were finally over, she, who you built a strong, friendly relationship with over those six years, would always go with you to the nearby church to pray for the return of your beloved ones.

A lot has happened during those years, things that helped you grow as a person.

And on the sixth year during the anniversary of the day you and V got together after so many trials and hardships, you decided to leave Fortuna for a bit to visit Red Grave, where Dante and V's house once stood.

After the Qliphoth incident that almost took the lives of hundreds of Red Grave's innocent citizens, the ruins of Sparda's residence has turned into a secret garden of some sort. For some reason, briars climbed on the broken walls and pillars, filling the whole place with vines, thorns, and roses. Yes. Roses of all kinds and colors. The mansion has turned into the largest rose garden you have ever seen.

You marveled at the sight and settled down, placing your bag on an old bench and sitting next to it. And as soon as your eyes landed on the beautiful sunset, you couldn't help but feel miserable. You and V loved watching the sunset from this very bench, and he has even told you that this has become his most favorite place in the world, now that this old house has turned into a massive garden of wild and fragrant roses.

And the moment you thought of V, you couldn't help but cry silent tears of longing.

Yes, you refused to let them see your weak side but, it didn't stop you from crying each night, from having dreams of him and you being together,...

... of you finally being lovingly held in his arms,...

"Where are you, V?" You miserably wept as your arms automatically went up to wipe your tears with the sleeves of your pink hoodie. "I missed you, so, so, so much,..."

You stayed there for what seemed like hours until you felt you could no longer cry, and when the moon has risen high above the starry sky, just like that one evening when you danced your first ever waltz with him, you decided to stand and retire for the day. Just then, some nagging thoughts plagued your mind,...

Did they fail in their mission to bring down Mundus? What if they, he, never return? What would happen now? What - ?

All of a sudden, you felt the temperature drop. Your hands went up to rub your arms due to the sudden cold that sent shivers up and down your back.

The wind blew, making the clouds roll by, concealing the moon and plunging the whole place in darkness.

That was when you saw,... something,... from a distance. At first, you thought your eyes were deceiving you but, alas, you were wrong.

If anything, they even widened at the sight that greeted you.

An unearthly slash in mid air, the blue and purple light radiating from it as if the atmosphere, itself, was ripped, and some people emerging from it.

"Why did you bring us here?" A familiar voice, which made you emotional all over again, questioned, his voice ringing in the air and disturbing everything within his immediate vicinity.

"Because V told me so!" Another answered.

"Whatever! I'll just go back to the shop and order pizza. Wanna come with me, ladies?"

"You're inviting us, Dante? Are you serious?!"

"Hey, what's wrong with that, huh, Lady?"

"Nothing. Except that your shop probably has six years worth of dust now. No, thanks!"

"How about you, Trish?"

"No, thanks. I want to go back to my own house and have a long bath."

"Eh, whatever. I'm not sharing!"

"Hey, look!"

Your eyesight almost became blurry with tears as the group finally noticed you standing from a distance. From there, you saw Dante ( who, easy to say, has become scruffier than ever before ), Nero ( who now looked a bit more like Dante due to his beard and shoulder - length hair ), Lady ( whose looks somehow stayed the same ), Trish ( who, just like the former, seemed to not have changed, at all ), Griffon ( still bald, and still lanky ), and Shadow ( now the same height as Lady and Trish and no longer a little girl but, a gorgeous young woman ).

But, what made you truly emotional was the figure standing behind them, slightly concealed.

Shoulder length snow white hair now long and waist length, emerald eyes that looked more gentle than ever before with little creases below them, that all - too familiar posture as he leaned on his metal cane, and that smile you missed so much,...

"Hey, uh, send my regards to Kyrie and Nico, will ya?" Dante told Nero as he nudged his nephew with an elbow. He, then, waved and winked at you as he gestured towards the silent man behind him.

"Let's go home." Lady said as she smiled at you.

"I'm with you." Trish replied as she waved at you, finally leaving the place together with Lady and Dante.

"Let's go back to Fortuna, you two." Nero told Griffon and Shadow. "I could sense Kyrie making apple pie right now."

"Talk to ya later, sweet pea!" Griffon yelled and waved at you as he went with Nero and Shadow back to the portal the Yamato has just made.

Which left only the two of you.

You had no idea what went on between the two of you during those awkward and agonizing moments or how long it took for you to finally go to him. You didn't even notice the clouds as they rolled away to let the moon shine down once more. And when he finally wrapped you in an embrace you longed so much for so long, you couldn't help but soak his white shirt with tears.

"Ssh, it's alright." He whispered to your ear as his hands rubbed your back to warm you. "I'm here now. I'm here."

"W - welcome back, V!" You greeted through your sobs, making the poet chuckle in amusement. "I have waited for so long! I never lost hope that you would return, but just now, I thought that - "

"It's alright, my love. Everything would be fine now. Our hunt for Mundus has brought us all to the Underworld. And he is gone. Finally gone. At last, we can finally live in peace."

You looked up at him and let him wipe your tears away with his thumbs. "Is that why we can't reach you? You went to the Underworld?"

"Yes. And I'm afraid to say that,... time works differently there from here. We've only been there for six days but,... when we resurfaced, it seems that,... six years,... has already passed."

"Are you okay? Were you hurt? Tell me, please! I will take care of you,..."

"There's no need. I will be the one who will take care of you. And I'm sorry,... for disappearing for too long,..."

"You don't have to say sorry. You fought bravely for us. Oh, dear God, I missed you so much! I missed you, so, so much!"

"And I missed you too, my love." V told you as he pulled you even closer to him if that's still possible. "You see, I even rushed here to meet you."

And you? You couldn't explain the happiness that was flooding your chest and making it burst.

"But, how did you know I will go here?"

"Cassandra told me."

"Oh, I see."

"Hmm,..."

You gave him a look of utter confusion as he let you go, chuckling as he noticed the pout on your lips.

"I have,... something for you." He said as he grabbed something from his bag. You eagerly waited as he searched, and when he finally handed you a pack of popcorn, you couldn't help but smile.

"You bought this, V?" You asked him as the smell of butter reached your nostrils.

"Yes. We haven't finished Endgame, have we?"

"Come to think of it, no, we haven't." You admitted.

V smiled as he reached for his bag once more, producing a stuffed tiger from it and giving it to you, reminding you of,...

"Is this,... did you win this at the carnival?"

V proudly hummed. "I have,... quite a skill with,... should we say,... sniping?"

Oh, God, he remembered! You happily thought. He remembered I have a really bad aim and couldn't win the stuffed tiger at the carnival.

"And that's not all." V said.

"Hmm?"

"I went fishing."

"Oh, you did?! What happened?"

"I caught a boot."

"YOU DIDN'T!"

V laughed, the sound of his low voice sending warmth all throughout your whole body. In fact, you have never felt so warm in your entire life. And when he handed you a single boot from his bag just for laughs, you fell in love with him all over again.

"I - I never thought this is possible, oh my!" You confessed through fits of laughter, however, at this point, the smile on V's face vanished. You noticed this and went silent as he took the boot from your hands and upended it, making a small velvet box the color of your eyes fall from it. Then, he went down on one knee and opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring with an emerald attached to it.

Why,... did you not see this coming?

But, whatever the reason was, V was right there, right in front of you, offering you something more than just an emerald ring inside a boot he claimed he has fished.

And when he looked into your eyes, you saw something.

Truth.

Loyalty.

Love.

Passion.

And most importantly,...

I see,... you thought as your heart filled up with love and gladness. My future,... before me,...

"(Y/N) (L/N)," V declared. " ... will you marry me?"

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXXV

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Coffee Shop (BTS X Reader)

It was a crisp autumn day and you were laying in bed trying you're best to open your eyes. You looked to your right to see your (F/c) alarm clock.

You sighed, you really needed a new alarm clock but you haven't found the time to buy a new one yet. You turned to your side and with great effort lifted yourself off the bed.

You quickly started walking towards your bathroom where you proceded to brush your teeth and wash your face. You walked towards your dresser and paused for a moment in thought.

'I wonder what style of clothing he would like'

You shook your head telling yourself you didn't have the time to be thinking of such stuff. You decided to wear something more warmer yet cute. You styled your hair in a ponytail and walked out of your apartment.

You waited at the bus stop tapping your foot against the side walk. You looked down at your watch

'It's already 5:45. I'm going to be late'

You anxiously rose up from your seat, walking back and forth. You suddenly heard a car honk. You slightly jumped and turned to look at the car

"Hey, (Y/n) hop on!"

You shook your head annoyed

"Jezz Taehyung could you be anymore louder?"

"Come on (N/n) just hop on I'll give you a ride"

"Um....I don't know" you said embarrassed

You didn't like the idea that your employee would be driving you to work. It just made you seem like a bad boss. which you were

"Come on (Y/n) you wouldn't want Yoongi to take all your costumers would you?"

And with those words you quickly got on the car with Taehyung.

"Hah, as if I would let Yoongi steal all my costumers!" You huffed

Taehyung giggled at you

"But (Y/n) weren't you and yoongi friends back in the day?" Taehyung questioned

"Yeah but that was a long time ago" you sighed

Taehyung sighed deeply

"We were all so close, I wish we could all still be close now"

You averted your eyes from taehyung and didn't respond. Noticed this taehyung held your hand while driving with the other saying

"I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to" Taehyung said sadly

"It's fine, I just don't like talking about that" You said

You noticed Taehyung still seemed down so you slowly extended your arms towards him. He saw and did the same expecting a hug.

'Hah idiot'

You fingers touched his torso and started tickling him. Taehyung screamed dramatically and and started struggling against your hold

"No please some help me!" Taehyung screeched

You giggled at his silliness

"NO (Y/n) STOP I'M DRIVING YOUR GONNA MAKE ME CRASH"

You stopped tickling him and while he tried catching his breath you said

"Omg, your right...OMG TAEHYUNG WE'RE CRASHING!"

Taehyung Screamed loudly while you blushed as other people near you stared. You covered Taehyung's mouth and calmly said to him

"Taehyung....we're in traffic....and we haven't been able to move in the last three minutes" You shook your head at him slapping his shoulder

"Ow" he complained

"Shut up" You said giggling

Soon after you and Taehyung arrived at the coffee shop

You rushed in screaming

"Jimin! Jimin! Did you clean the tables!"

Jimin stuck his head out from under the table screaming

"Yes, Ma'am! The tables are cleaned!"

You smiled at jimin thanking him. Rushing past him you got your apron and handed taehyung his. You ran over to the door flipping the sign that said "closed" to "open"

You breathed in deeply

"Ok guys we made it" you sighed relived

"Um 'we' I think you mean you and taehyung? I came here extra early you know" Jimin huffed

Before you could respond you heard the door open. You automatically smiled and bowed towards the costumer.

"Welcome to (C/n)! Please take a seat"

The young lady smiled kindly at you and sat down at a table. You leaned towards Jimin and whispered

"Hand her a menu"

Jimin nodded at you and walked towards the lady handing her the menu. You walked away and headed towards the counter watching as Jimin took the lady's order.

You turned towards Taehyung asking

"So how's things going with you and Ji woo?"

Taehyung shrugged

"I don't know we're fine I guess"

"Are you su-"

"(Y/n)! We've got our first order!" Jimin said

"We're ready" You nodded

"She want's one cappuccino and one strawberry cake"

"Taehyung you make the cake and I'll make the cappuccino" you asked

Taehyung nodded getting to work on the cake. You moved over and started steaming some milk.

You Let the milk simmer until bubbles formed around the edges. Next you whiped the milk with an electric mixer and then you brewed the coffee in an automatic drip coffeemaker.

You then combined everything together and added some sugar into the coffee. You looked over at Taehyung noticeing that he finished the strawberry cake.

You handed the coffee and cake over to Jimin letting him hand it over to the lady patiently waiting on her seat.

Your stomach grumbled as you lightly touched your stomach embarrassed

"Did you eat anything before coming to work?" Questioned Taehyung

You shook your head

"Well we're not that busy right now so I'm sure we can make something for you to eat"

In that exact moment five people walked into the shop all eargly needing their coffee by the looks of it.

You sighed

"Welp back to work I guess"

It was afternoon and it was almost time to close up the shop. Jimin was swiping the floor with a broom while taehyung was washing the dirty dishes

And you well you were sitting on a chair looking at the sunset. You had many thoughts on your mind and you just needed some time the boys understood that and kept their distance from you for awhile

You played with your fingers suddenly you saw right in front of you a small (f/f) cake. You looked up to see Taehyung looking at you.

You both stared at each other for awhile until Taehyung cleared his throat

"You never got the chance to eat so I just....wanted to make sure you eat at least something"

You smiled at Taehyung

"Thanks tae"

Suddenly taehyung's phone rang as he looked down his face got sad for a split second before returning to normal

"Who is it?" You asked

"Oh it's just Ji woo" he replied

You nodded

"Hey (Y/n)"

You turned to look who was speaking to you only to find Yoongi behind you. You scoffed at him

"What are you doing in here?"

"Trust me I wouldn't step in this cockroach infested place if it weren't for a good reason" he cringed

Taehyung gritted his teeth

Jimin quickly walked towards the kitchen wanted to avoid the conflict

"You know I think the kitchen needs some cleaning up to do...I'll just leave"

You sighed

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Well I justed wanted you stop copying my menu"

"What"

"Listen bitch don't play dumb with me-"

Before Yoongi could finish his sentence he was grabbed by the collar by Taehyung.

"Don't talk to (Y/n) that way ever" Taehyung threatened

Yoongi pushed him away and dusted off his clothes

Yoongi glared at him and it seemed like anger got the best of him since he threw a punch at taehyung. Taehyung rubbed his cheek getting ready to punch him back but before he could you wrapped your arms around him

"Taehyung please don't he's not worth it!"

Taehyung took deep breaths attempting to calm himself down

Yoongi glared at the both of you and walked out without saying a word.

You grabbed Taehyung's face leaning closer to inspect the red mark on his cheek you rubbed it tenderly. What you didn't notice was the bright red blush on his face.

"Oh Taehyung your so sweet" you sighed

"Come on let's patch you up" you said leading Taehyung towards the kitchen

"What happened!!" Screeched Jimin

You looked at him with a serious face

"Really Jimin?"

"What I had to go to the bathroom"

Both you and taehyung stared at Jimin with a 'Really' face.

Jimin chuckled awkwardly and scurried away to get some ice.

You sighed

"Owning a coffee shop sure is hard work "

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