#or maybe its just cause its almost 4am
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Crimson Lace (Part 3)
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!reader
Summary: You have trouble placing a finger on where you know him from, until he invites you in
Warnings: nothing except pure fluff! (saving the dirty stuff for later)
A/n: We are most definitely calling Danny a brother in this so istg if there are any Danny antis, back the fuck off. Please and thank you. Also I'm sorry that this one is shorter than the previous parts but I've struggled writing this one.
Throughout the whole night, messages between you and Jake seemed to never stop. You had learnt that he was born in Michigan, has four siblings, one of which is his twin.
It had reached 4am when you felt your body start to protest against the lack of sleep. You could feel your eyes burning slightly and you reluctantly started your goodnight message.
You: i hate to stop our conversation but i can feel myself about to fall asleep
Jake: getting bored of me that quickly, huh?
You smiled at the message and rolled your eyes before responding.
You: we have lectures tomorrow and i'm not up for letting u copy my notes
Jake: i would never! but in all seriousness, i'm starting to feel the burn as well
You: i'll see u in the morning jake
Jake: sleep tight, angel
You plugged your phone on to charge and allowed your mind to switch off and slip into a state of unconsciousness.
The next morning, you were actually happy to get up and go to classes for once . The thought of seeing Jake filled your heart with joy and slight nervousness. Jumping out of bed, you shivered at the slight chill in your room and you decided to get in the shower before heading to your first lecture.
You got into the lecture with enough time to spare , setting up all of your things and smiling to yourself. Suddenly, while you're lost in thought, Jake jumps at you, causing you to let a a small yelp and nearly fall off the seat. He laughs loudly and quickly apologises when he sees your glare.
"I couldn't help it" he says shrugging and sits down next to you. He hands you a takeaway cup, sealed with a lid. You frown at him as you take it and put it down on your desk to take the lid off and look at it.
"I thought you'd appreciate it" he said and you nod and look around before quickly kissing his cheek.
"Thank you" you replied quietly, and you spot a red tint on his cheeks. You use the cup to warm up your cold hands while you watch Jake fondly, as he unpacks his bag as well.
"You may not be proud to know that I forgot my charger again and I didn't charge my laptop last night" he said cautiously but with a smile on his face and you rolled your eyes and reached into your bag. Pulling out your charger, you held it out to him but swiped it back quickly before he could take it.
"Don't forget to give it back..." You told him and he snatched it out of your hand.
"I won't, don't worry" he gave you a boyish grin before plugging the charger into his own laptop. The door slammed open and in a fraction of a second the professor had already set up the lesson and had started rambling on about the next book that was going to be studied.
It was halfway through the lecture that Jake started to get comfortable and rested his hand on your thigh and you willed yourself to avoid looking at his face or down at where his hand was placed. Out of your peripheral, you saw a blush paint its way across Jake's face almost like watercolor paint on a canvas.
As soon as the lecture was over Jake abruptly stood up and you nearly jumped at the sudden movement.
"Do you wanna come over? To work on the project of course..." He asked and you giggled and nodded. He paused for a second before speaking again.
"Actually maybe not...I think my brother is home..." he said and you frowned and shrugged.
"I don't mind, we're just working on the project. Right?" I said smirking at him and his cheeks became flushed and he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah of course..." he mumbled before starting to walk out of the lecture hall with you closely following him.
The short walk was filled with small talk and playful comments, and before you knew it, the pair of you had arrived at the dorm door. Jake opened it, and the scene that met your eyes surprised you. Two tall men were frozen in place, looking towards you and Jake. They dropped their arms, clearly playfighting around, and you caught the curly headed one give Jake a look.
Jake let out a small playful groan. "I didn't know you were both going to be here," He said, moving into the kitchen to place his bag on the table, and you copied his actions.
"Don't act too happy to see both of us here" the curly-haired boy said sarcastically.
Jake turned to look at you with an apologetic look on his face and you just smiled at him awkwardly.
"That one there..." he said pointing at the boy that had just spoken, "is Danny." Danny smiled and gave a small wave, dropping the pillow that he was holding in order to look less threatening. You smiled and waved back in return.
"The other dickhead is Sammy," Jake said and Sammy looked at Jake with a shocked look and chucked the pillow he was previously using at him but Jake managed to duck in time. You laughed a little and Jake rolled his eyes. He grabbed both of your bags in one hand before grabbing your hand and walking towards his room.
"We're gonna work in my room instead" he mumbled. You heard the two boys in the living room gasp loudly.
"Keep the door open and keep two feet apart at all times" Sam shouted and you giggled as you followed Jake into his bedroom, the door being shut behind you by Jake.
You settled on sitting in a beanbag on the floor and opened up your laptop to start working. You bent your knees slightly to act as a desk and started to get comfy.
"Shit I forgot to ask, do you want a drink or anything?" Jake asked softly and you thought for a second and asked for some water. He nodded his head and walked back out of the room and into the kitchen. You heard some rustling around and quiet murmurs from the boys but decided to ignore them and start working.
A few minutes later, Jake walked back into the room and shut the door carefully while keeping an eye on both drinks. He didn't take his eyes off your drink until you had taken it out of his care and put it on the floor next to you as he placed his on a coaster on his desk.
"I'm sorry about them, I only thought Danny would be home...he's the more peaceful one out of the two" he said, muttering the last part under his breath and you laughed quietly and shrugged.
"It's okay, they won't interrupt us right?" you asked and he shook his head.
"They know not to come into my room in case y'know..." he trailed off at the end as he referred to his online activities and you smiled and nodded.
"Were those your brothers?" Jake nodded.
"Yeah. Neither of them are my twin though. " He said and you watched as a small smile appeared on his face while he was thinking about the final brother. He soon snapped out of his thoughts and logged into his computer and within 10 minutes, you were both focused on the project and had divided up the work equally.
An hour later, you looked at the time in the corner of your screen and stretched out a little and looked up at Jake, his eyes not leaving his screen. You allowed yourself to admire how his face lit up from the light and you could feel a warm sensation take over your body. A thought popped into your head and you smirked at the idea.
You stood up and nearly groaned as your muscles stretched but walked over to where Jake was sitting in his chair at his desk. You went behind him and bent down and slid your hands over his shoulders and rested them on his chest. He took one of his hands off of the keyboard and placed it on top of yours.
He lifted his head to look at you and smiled. You moved to stand next to him, still holding his hand.
"I was thinking..." you started and he looked at you with raised eyebrows.
"Oh that's never a good thing" he said and you hit his chest and let go of his hand. He picked up his mug and lifted it to his lips to take a sip.
"I wanna watch you do your livestream later" you rushed.
"You...what?" Jake said, almost choking on his tea and you cocked your head and smiled innocently at him.
"I want to watch, is that okay?" you answered and he nodded quickly in response, his cheeks turning a deep red.
"That's more than okay, angel" he muttered before continuing to drink his tea. "You just make sure you stay silent, don't want others online knowing" he said and you agreed and sat back down in the beanbag smirking knowingly to yourself.
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hii, can i request some angst with bo sinclair, maybe him and the reader (gn please :3) get into a fight, he basically says he doesnt need the reader and tell them to get out, and the reader leaves and doesnt know where to go so they hide in one of the abandoned houses, n basically hide there all night while bo (whos too stubborn to admit hes nervous) waits at home for them, but they accidentally fall asleep n wake up at like 4am or smth and the entire town is turned on as bo and vincent look for them? fluffy ending please? just break my heart then give me some tooth rotting fluff
thank you, have a wonderful day/night!
Hello love, I'm sorry it took me so long to write and post this request. I really hope you will enjoy this <3
GO BUT DON'T LEAVE ME
Gender neutral reader, with no physical description.
Warnings: Verbal abuses from Bo, Bo is an asshole but he loves you, morally grey reader who enjoys the killings, mention of blood, violence, killings, little injuries, tears, angst/comfort.
You didn’t know why, but lately, a lot of tourists were coming by Ambrose. You were glad because it meant the boys had all the work they wanted, and Bo could take out his anger on strangers, but at the same time, it was saddening you. You were feeling a little bit neglected by your boyfriend who was getting up early every morning and coming home late at night. And because of the hunt, you had to stay locked up inside the house for your own safety. You tried to busy yourself in the kitchen, and to take care of yourself, but you were starting to get bored and you wanted Bo’s attention more than anything.
Actually you had planned on trying to trap Bo in bed with you this morning, and then to have some sexy time under a warm shower, before continuing to seduce him with some pretty outfits you found in one of the tourists’ suitcases. If you were good enough, you could even hope for Bo to bring you to a restaurant for lunch. You really thought you could manage that because you had been good at having Bo wrapped around your little finger; your little attentions and cuddles worked a lot more on the man than he wanted to admit it.
But it seemed like it wasn’t your lucky day. As you tried to love on Bo for him to stay in bed, he roughly pushed you away from him and got up.
“Gonna be late ‘cause of your stupid ass” he told you as a greeting and you felt quite hurt because you just wanted him. But you were as stubborn as him so you got up, your naked body in its whole glory and you pressed yourself against his back.
“Maybe we could have a shower together, I could wash you up?” you offered as you kissed his shoulder blade, but Bo wasn’t in the mood today. He was overwhelmed with all the chores and work he had to do, and he was almost hoping there wouldn’t be any tourists today because he already had a lot of cars, windows and houses to fix after the last ones.
“Leave me alone” he said and he pushed you away again.
“But Bo…” you whimpered
“What?” he snapped, anger quickly rising inside of him
“I’ve been missing you…” you replied with a pout on your face
“Oh yeah? Well ya know what, all this work gives me some fuckin' peace! I just can’t with your neediness and clinginess all the damn time” he spat and you felt your heart breaking at those words. He was slicing deep into your worst and hidden insecurities. You always thought you were too much for people to enjoy, and to hear it from Bo’s mouth was worse than being slapped across the face. You looked down.
“I’m sorry, Bo, I’ll do better” you whispered because you loved the man and you wanted him to still love you.
“Ain’t givin’ a fuck, Y/N.” he said before grabbing his clothes and leaving for the shower.
You had no idea what to do. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t be that pathetic. You put some clothes on and you went downstairs to prepare breakfast. At least you could be a little bit useful, right?
You were cooking some pancakes when Vincent entered the room. You quietly greeted him and he could tell something was off, because you had been quite a ray of sunshine in Ambrose since you were there. He asked you if you were alright and you simply nodded. You thought you needed to shut up and to give Bo some space, and hopefully things would be back to normal soon. Vincent didn’t insist but he knew he would need to keep an eye on you. He was aware of how his twin had the talent to ruin what was making him happy.
Bo sat at the table without a word. And as you placed a plate in front of him, you accidentally knocked down his glass of orange juice that fell on the ground and broke. You silently cursed yourself and were about to kneel down to clean up when Bo grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the closest wall. You gasped at the rage swirling into his eyes.
“Ya’re fuckin’ useless, ya know that” he screamed at you and you felt tears rising up.
“I’m sorry, it was an accident” you replied “I’ll clean up, you can eat your pancakes” you continued
“Ya give me no order” he growled. “Didn’t even ask ya to put food in front of me. Who do ya think ya are, my mother?”
“I’m just trying to take care of you” you said and he started to laugh. It was a cold dry and menacing laughter that made you shiver.
“Because ya think I need you? Ya think any of us needs you? The only reason we didn’t kill ya was because I wanted to fuck ya. I fucked ya, and now what, hmm? Honestly, nothin' to go back to” he added and Vincent got up and put a hand on his shoulder to make him stop. He knew that his twin was lying and the way you were starting to silently cry was quite upsetting. Bo moved from his touch but he let you go too. You had no idea what to do. It was the first time Bo was vicious and cruel with you. You needed to busy yourself to not let his poison completely break your heart. You were about to clean up the mess you did once again.
“Oh my god, just go” Bo cringed as he didn’t want to see you come closer again.
“Let me remove the glass pieces and I’ll go” you promised, as you were worried anyone would get hurt because of the glass. Lester might come home soon with Jonesy too and you didn’t want her to hurt her little paws.
“Fuckin’ LEAVE!” he screamed this time and you froze. Vincent tried to reach for you and bring you away from Bo before his twin could say something he would regret later on. “Leave this fuckin’ room! No ya no what, leave this fuckin’ house and never come back! I’m so done with ya, I don’t need ya, no one needs ya, no one loves ya and ya need to get the fuck out of Ambrose!” he yelled again as he threw the plate of pancakes on the ground too. You jumped and before Vincent could stop you, you ran away.
Your vision was blurry because of the tears. You couldn’t stop crying. You couldn’t think either, emotions swirling inside your heart and negative thoughts swirling inside your head. You rarely felt so bad. You ran for quite a while until you collapsed on the ground. You slightly hurt your knees and palms but you didn’t notice. You cried even more, until there was no tear left. You took a deep breath and looked behind you. The house was far away now, but you weren’t outside of Ambrose yet.
The thing was you had no idea where to go. Ambrose had become your home and you had left your previous life without any hesitation. You enjoyed living with dangerous people, you liked their way of life and you found the murders very hot and arousing. You were a missing person in the real world, and if you came back to your old life, you would have to tell about the Sinclairs, and you would then need to go back to this boring and mediocre existence. You didn’t want that, but Bo made it clear he didn’t want you anymore. You weren’t too sure what to do, so you decided to wait and to rest in one of the last houses of the town. The twins rarely went there, and it would give you some time to determine what to do.
You opened the front door and sneezed at all the dust and cobwebs lying around. At least, you should be safe here. You found a room upstairs and settled there. You got rid of some of the dust and you sat on the bed. There was a wax statue there, with you and you took some comfort in the presence. It wasn’t the best of Vincent’s creations, hence why it was there (you could tell Vincent had to put the members back on the body and it had been quite hard to do so). But at least you felt home and not completely alone.
You napped a little for the day to go through and then you explored the house. You found some old books and little boxes with jewels inside. You were certain the boys didn’t know about this, and it gave you the idea to explore more of the abandoned houses… Until you remembered Bo wanted you out of town. You tried to not start crying again. Your attention was soon somewhere else as you heard gunshots. You sighted as you understood more tourists came today. You hoped the boys would be fine, and wouldn’t get hurt because you wouldn’t be there to take care of them, like you usually did. You also hoped no one would find you there; it would be stupid to get killed now. At the same time, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You wouldn’t be able to stay hidden in this house forever, and you weren’t sure you would be able to get back to a more normal life.
Maybe you should get killed, actually. But life could be so fun too.. If only Bo wanted you back, even if you were getting quite angry at him for the way he talked to you as well.
You continued to listen to everything happening in the town and until late in the afternoon you heard screams and the usual hunt noises. The sun was slowly going down when the silence came back in town, and it seemed the boys had been able to get rid of the tourists pretty fast this time. You were glad for them, hopefully it meant the boys hadn’t been injured and the tourists hadn’t ruined more stuff in town; Bo had already his hands full.
You sighed as your attention was back, one more time on your current situation. You still didn’t know what to do. Finally you tried to get some more rest because your brain just couldn’t think about what to do.
And you slept like a rock, as all the emotions took their toll on you.
You missed the three men calling your name in the silence of the ghost town, far away from where you were. You missed the worry creeping in the more they called for you. You missed the phone calls too, because you forgot your phone at the house and when Bo found it, he cursed even more.
As you were sleeping your worries and troubles away, Bo was sitting on his armchair, waiting for the front door to open. He had told his brothers that you were going to come back home on your own, and that it was not necessary to look any more for you. Vincent and Lester insisted but he refused, too proud to admit he was concerned. You were smart and independant but, at the same time, you needed him so much that soon enough you would come back. And you loved him enough to know he didn’t mean what he told you this morning.
It was what he was repeating himself to keep calm.
The truth was that he couldn't focus on the TV because his attention was on the front door, and that he couldn't even drink his beer because his throat was tight. He was silently cursing himself for having fucked this up so badly. You were one of the rare good things that happened in his life, and maybe you were gone forever now. No, no, that was impossible because you were soulmates. You weren’t saying “I love you” to each other very often, but you truly adored each other. Bo knew he was going to propose to you one day because he couldn’t imagine getting back to a life without you. He promised himself he would be better if… no, once you would be back home. This wouldn’t happen again, because he wasn’t the monster his father said he was, because he needed you, because he also had been madly missing you lately - and even more today - but he hated how weak his love made him feel.
However, after midnight, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to lose his mind if you didn’t come back home now. He got Vincent from the basement and called Lester who was about to come back to his own house. His brothers were quick to help find you, because they liked you, but also because they didn’t want to scrape Bo off the ground if they realised you were truly gone.
The three men started to look for you and they hoped you were still inside of Ambrose, in one of the houses or somewhere close by. They also hoped that no tourist found you, and that you were all safe and sound somewhere hidden. They had turned on all the lights and were screaming your name. Bo was the loudest, and he was slowly starting to really panic. He couldn't stand the idea he might have lost you. He just wanted you back in his arms and to go to sleep with you.
You didn’t plan on sleeping so much, completely unaware of the circus that was happening in town. You woke up to a soft scratching sound on the bedroom door. You didn’t understand what it was at first. Actually, you woke up completely lost and confused. It was about 4 am now, and you were disoriented. You needed some time to remember you were in an abandoned house because of a very bad argument with Bo. You sat up, and looked around the room, trying to analyse your surroundings. After a little while, you heard a dog gently whining and you got up to open the bedroom door. Jonesy bolted inside the room and you giggled. You knelt in front of her and hugged her for comfort.
“Such a good girl you are, you found me!” You praised her as she licked at your cheek. You hugged her more tightly and you closed your eyes. “You’re the only one who wants to find me” you sadly whispered and she cutely barked at you to tell you it wasn’t true!
It was then you heard your name being called and you looked up in surprise.
“Oh they’re looking for me?” you asked as Jonesy sat up. You, on the other hand, got up to look through the window. You blinked at the vivid lights and when your eyes started to get used to the brightness, you saw the Sinclairs looking for you. You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. It brought you some peace and relief to know you were still loved by your family. You straightened up your clothes and left the room, Jonesy on your heels. She wasn’t going to let you out of her line of vision, just to make sure you were safe and sound.
You walked closer to the Sinclair house before answering their calls.
“I’m here!” you cried out and when Bo found out where your voice was coming from, he rushed to you. Before you knew it, you were in his arms. He tightly hugged you against his chest, stroking your back and taking into your scent. He was so relieved.
“Thank God” he whispered to himself but you heard him.
You hugged him back, but you were still hurt by what he yelled at you earlier, and you weren’t going to forget about all the things he said so easily. However, you let him bring you home without a fight. Vincent and Lester hugged you as well and asked you where you were. You answered as Bo sat you down to check on you. He disinfected your little wounds on your knees and palms before putting band-aids on them as he listened to you. They all were glad you stayed close by. You let Bo take care of you without a comment and you didn’t dare to look at him for too long. You weren’t too sure what his mood was right now, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to take any more yelling at. Lester waited for Bo to be done to gently kiss your cheek and greeted you a goodnight. Jonesy refused to follow him and she stayed by your side like a true guard dog. You petted her head and cooed down at her for being such a good girl to you. Vincent sent a look at his twin, to silently tell him he should apologise to you. Bo scoffed and it made you look back at him with a raised eyebrow; you had missed the way the twins had looked at each other and didn’t understand what he was scoffing at. You were feeling insecure enough to believe it was at you. Bo tried to reassuringly smile at you before gesturing for his twin to leave the room. Vincent also kissed your cheek and reluctantly left. He went to his basement but his attention was on Bo and you as he was ready to intervene if things would go wrong once again.
“Time to go to sleep” Bo hummed and you were quite annoyed at the man for trying to pretend nothing happened today.
“Not tired for the moment and then gonna sleep on the couch,” you replied. He frowned at that and reached for your hips.
“Why that?” he asked and it was your turn to scoff
“So what, we’re gonna pretend nothing happened? Look, I'm here because Ambrose is my home… and because no matter what, I love you… But I can’t pretend I didn’t hear what you said today. I’m sorry I’m clingy and needy and not a good enough fuck for you…” you said before he cut you
“Ya know I didn’t mean any of this” he whispered as he brought you closer to him. He looked for your eyes but you turned your head to the side. He cupped your chin to force your eyes to lock with his. “Ya mad at me?” he asked and you shrugged. "Baby?" he insisted
“Ain’t really mad right now… I’m mostly hurt” you replied “I just wanted cuddles this morning. I know you’re busy but it was unfair of you to treat me that way”
“Yes, it was. What can I do to make it to ya, hmm? Too late to cuddle?” he gently smiled as his hands stroked your hip bone and cheek. You had to fight the urge to lean against his touch.
“Tell me you’re sorry, that you love me, that it won’t happen again.” you said and he nodded
“‘Course I love ya. Ya know I’m an asshole when I’m in a bad mood… but I’d go crazy if ya ever left me. I’m so relieved ya home. I’ll do better.” he replied
“So everything you said…”
“Nothin’, lies. I love ya need and want me that bad, because I… do need ya too. Ya make me happy. Do I make ya happy?” he asked as he rested his forehead against yours, both his hands cupping your face now.
“Not when you’re mean to me” you whimpered
“Won’t happen again. I promise, did I ever break a promise I made to you?” he continued
“No… but you’re a sweet talker with your southern charm… How can I be sure you mean what you’re saying now?”
“Because I want us to get married”
You stared at him in pure surprise. You knew the man was a family one, so the fact he wanted you to be officially part of it was a big proof of love.
“You’re serious?” you asked
“I wanna wake up with ya in my arms for the rest of my life, and I wanna listen to your pretty voice everyday, and I wanna pleasure ya and treat you like you deserve to be. I’m a shitty boyfriend, but I’ll be a good husband, ya know that.”
“I know that” you smiled
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el chico del apartamento 512⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💌୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
summary: that new boy-next-door Vash from 512 sure is cute! Maybe you should write him a letter~
title translation: the boy from apartment 512
warnings/tags: shy/anxious reader, the usual nerve-wrecking feelings that come with a crush, tesla jumpscare, kabedon! by vash, i edited this at 4am might have mistakes, cute~, Modern!AU
A/N: I....don't know if i wrote this right...but this song had me delusional..... :D,,, I really wanted to write a cute boy-next-door kinda oneshot with Vash and boom, here yall go :P enjoy! I recommend listening to Selena's "El Chico Del Apartamento 512" since this fic was a direct inspir. from the song~
pairing: vash x reader
Life in your apartment complex was, in your own words, quite boring.
Bland scenery, the shouts and complains of neighbors and the ridiculous "problems" that shouldn't even be called problems you had to deal with.
Oh cmon, can't you park in your own fucking parking space?!
But there was a certain someone that made the hell of a place a bit more better. Your new neighbor from apartment 512. You first met him by accident when you dropped the groceries you were hauling up to your apartment one day, to which he helped you and struck up conversation.
From there, fate couldn't help but let the meetings between the both of you continue as the two of you talked more and more. Often times, he'd find you reading at one of the various apartment complex picnic tables, joining you in your times of relaxation.
"You okay?" You asked one day as the both of you sat at the table, sharing a bowl of fruits you had cut up to enjoy the afternoon with. He turned his attention towards you, orange sunglasses resting on his head and mouth full of watermelon causing his cheeks to puff out like a chipmunk "Mfph?"
You had a good ol' laugh as the poor man tried to chew as quick as he could to respond, but truly just ended up almost choking on the poor watermelon. You had to smack him on the back in the end so all the juice left his lungs.
Life, work, and flowers that the both of you liked, sometimes the two of you conversated for hours on end. And sometimes, you two just liked each others quiet company.
You admired that.
But you also admired something else.
ooo girl he was cute.
You couldn't resist the butterflies in the pits of your stomach whenever the two of you took your walks together, coming home from work late nights. The closeness of your shoulders and his made you a bit more delusional than you had wanted to be.
Or maybe you did?
GOD MAKE UP YOUR MIND!
Vash, that was his name, was your boy-next-door crush. To be honest, you never expected to find yourself attracted to someone like him. But man, did he have your heart running its laps.
Every.
Single.
Time.
The glances he would sneak at you from afar felt like honey for your little ol' fragile heart. And no, you never forgot those frequent very frequent times where you would find him knocking at your door. Opening it, there he was, the cute tall spiky haired blonde awkwardly standing there with a flower pot, little flowers already growing inside.
Shifting his weight from his feet left to right, he would use the excuse of "I bought a bit too much for my balcony!" to keep giving them to you.
It was adorable! You never failed to blush every time and whenever he accidentally touched your hand when he handed them to you. You didn't notice his own red cheeks though.
You had a small collection of these plants in your home now that you made sure to water every morning. And as a thankful gesture, you often invited him over for dinner at your place.
That was....flirting right?
Jesus fucking christ you really had no rizz..
You often found yourself lying in bed some nights, not knowing how to address those bubbly feelings of yours towards the dorky man.
How would you tell him either way? How about a date?
Oh no no no, you didn't have the balls to tell it to his face... Did you?
You contemplated for a second.
Nope, definitely not.
If he said no, you would have to think about finding a different apartment at this point.
oh my goddd this was embarrassing..
But cmon now that cute mole on his face? How could you resist those funny faces of his? You groaned loudly into the air as you slapped your hands on your eyes in exasperation.
'What if I write him a letter?' You froze in your mini moment of despair before shooting up from your laid down position. "Okay, okay, maybe this can work." You gasped out, stumbling and slipping off your bed, looking around the room trying to find a pen and paper.
Pen..Pen..Digging out a pen from your bag, you held it up into the air as if it were a holy grail.
Settling with a nice purple colored one and a page from a notebook that you carefully tore out, you wrote your "confession" letter on that messy wooden desk of yours.
That'll do that job! please
By the next morning, you had the letter sealed and ready to be given to him, but damn were you on the verge of wanting to throw up because of how nervous you were.
You even added a cute dried flower on the letter to make it look pretty maybe he could ignore the little tear marks of yours on the note
Okay, go to his door, knock, give him the letter, then run.
PERFECT! Completely foul proof plan!
Wash, rinse, repeat.
You put on one of the more nicer outfits from your closet, and paced around your room a bit before finally leaving the apartment. Letter clenched in your hands, you walked only a few steps from your door until you saw the numbers 512 glaring down at you.
Ummm…
You felt sweatier than usual as you frantically brushed down your hair before straightening your posture. It took you only 2 minutes of self-reassurance before you knocked.
knock, knock, knock
Pulling your hand back, you stood there holding the letter into your chest.
...
...
No response. That's fine! That's totally okay!
You took a moment to breathe in and out before knocking again. Finally hearing movement from the other side of the door, you took a step back, bracing yourself from seeing his face as the door swung open.
"How can I help you?" A feminine voice rung out.
Opening the door was a blonde girl somewhat a bit older than you. Her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes making you do a double take as your mouth gaped open at the pretty girl. But that surprise was taken over by your heart dropping at the sight. She was wearing a white sweat jacket
His jacket..
HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND!?
'ABORT! ABORT MISSION!' Your subconscious yelled at you as you stumbled to find words to reply to the girl "I-um, well uh-"
The burning feeling in your chest started to hurt as you felt the desire to just drop dead right on the spot. There was no way you just... Oh my god..
Before you could respond, the girl's expression widened into somewhat recognition. "Oh! You're the neighbor from next door! Were you looking for my brother?"
Eh?
"...Y-Yes?" You tilted your head in a somewhat cheeky sweaty smile you were dying on the inside before she turned from you and looked back into the apartment.
"HEY VASH!" She yelled, holding the door open with her back as she crossed her arms, and from the depths of the blue-wallpapered apartment nice choice! you heard his voice.
"WHAT!?" There were sounds of blankets or something moving coming from where he was inside.
Her eyes flickered back to you before giving you a playful wink "I think our neighbor from 511 is knocking at the door! Are they the-!"
"WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T OPEN IT WAIT!!" His sudden screech emitted before the sudden mess of things falling to the ground and objects breaking echoed through the apartment.
Was he okay?
"GYAH!" You heard Vash yelp before he tripped into your sight right around a corner, shirt half messily on him as he attempted to slip his arm through the hole of the shirt. The scattered scars on his body prominent to your eyes as he struggled for a second.
Wow look at that bod-
You quickly averted your sight, feeling the heat crawling up your neck and into your cheeks as he picked himself off the ground as fast as he could with only one hand. You noted that he didn't have the time to put his prosthetic on in that sudden rush of his.
"T-thanks Tesla!" He breathed out, smoothing down his shirt as Tesla left her spot by the door, leaving it ajar as she gave you a small wave before leaving into the apartment and what you presumed back into her bedroom.
"Sorry about my older sister, she's just visiting for the week..." Vash cleared his throat before leaning his arm his only arm at the moment on the door frame, humorously deepening his voice "So, how can I help a beautiful person on this most wonderous night?"
You giggled at his try to hide whatever happened, the tense muscles in your shoulders softening as you silently held out the letter you had.
"Hm?" His eyebrow rose as he relaxed himself, slowly grabbing the red envelope out of your hand. Turning it around, he scanned the writing on the top.
To Vash
And attached to it, was a red geranium, one of the flowers he had gifted you. He couldn't help but give the envelope a blushed smile before looking back up to ask you what it was.
But there was no one?
"E-Eh?" He stuttered as he quickly stepped outside, only seeing a flash of your body running through your door as you shut it quick behind you.
Did... Did you just run back to your apartment?
Vash let out a pout as his shoulders slouched down, barefoot on the concrete floor of the apartment complex corridor.
"I missed the chance to say it.. Damn it.."
Meanwhile, you had shut the door and slowly slid down it, covering your mouth with your hand in amazement.
YOU DID IT!
YOU ACTUALLY DID IT! YES!
OH FUCK YOU DID IT.
ohhhh shit.
"what did I just do.." You groaned, pushing your knees up to bury your face into.
For the next couple of days, you tried your best to avoid Vash as much as you could. Taking all the early shifts at work, racing into your apartment whenever you saw him sitting at the picnic table with a bowl of strawberries.
Maybe he didn't feel the same way, how could you show your face to him? You were scared..What he would say?
Disgusting?
I'm interested in someone else?
That night was one that had you up late, running through all the things he could say about your letter, bad or good.
But one day. you had been forced to take the late night shift again and found yourself walking down one of the many apartment complex hallways alone. You actually kinda missed your lil nightly talks with him…
"Hey!"
Hm?
Turning your head to the left, you spotted the pretty blonde man, racing down the path in slippers, sweatpants and a long sleeve, no glasses of his in sight.
"V-VASH!?" You squawked out, the man closing in as in a panic, you closed your eyes. Feeling your back hit the hard wall behind you, you were only able to throw a hand out to put a cushion to whatever was happening.
What?
Slowly peeping your eyes open, your vision was covered by the sight of his chest. His large frame practically covering your body and both arms of his caging the sides of your head, most likely to prevent you from meekly escaping.
"I finally.." He let out a deep breath as the hot sensation of it lightly hit your face "..caught you." His gaze only focused on you as you noticed the grip you had on his firm shoulder. Ah... He was trying to talk to you again..
Did the letter not make anything awkward?
"Vash?" Your breath hitched, the intense stare of his eyes just on you making that stomach of yours develop butterflies once again.
"You never gave me the chance to give you an answer.." He muttered before chuckling "Didn't think it'd take me this long to finally see you."
Moving your gaze away and to the side, you tried to escape his eyes in attempt to calm yourself down "I thought I made things awkward...Ha." You gave him a small pained grin, the urge to cry out of humiliation was making the lump in your throat push upwards.
One more word out of you and you'll accidentally let it out, tears and all.
Vash looked down at you with a curious expression before the look of adoration riddled his face "Aw cmon now, look at me. You'll never make things awkward between the both of us..." Hand off the wall, he softly put two fingers under your chin, moving it so you looked back into those endless bright blue eyes of his.
"Ya know, you actually beat me to it first."
"I-I did?"
He gave you a cheeky smile "Definitely, I was gonna come over but.." The corners of his mouth moved downwards "I didn't get to see you anymore. Even after work, I made sure to wait a bit to spot ya. Guess today's my lucky day."
oh fuck, you felt so bad.
he…was actually looking for you.
shit.
"I-" You choked out, silencing Vash as you felt your eyes start to blur with the tears. You couldn't hold it in anymore. All those embarrassing moments and thoughts.
"I was scared about what you were gonna say... I thought you weren't going to like me anymore after that letter…” You tried to regulate your breathing as your furiously wiped the tears out of your eyes “Stupid right?”
Using both hands, Vash slowly took your hands away from your face, before swiping his thumb against the apples of your cheeks "Well, whatever you thought that was gonna do, did quite the opposite.."
Face to face, just centimeters away from each other.
"I like you even more.." His thumb brushing the bottom of your lips as you observed him, eyes still red from crying. But the red of Vash’s own cheeks got brighter and brighter.
"May I?"
And with no words spoken, you nodded and he caved, leaning in. You felt like melting as he wrapped his arms around your sides, those pink lips of his deeping into your own as the taste of mint seeped into your mouth.
The sweet taste of his was one you imagined at night, and have never thought to ever taste until now.
Now that you tasted him, it felt so intoxicating. Every touch of his tongue in your mouth, the grip he had on your waist.
Okay slow it down a little cowboy~
Pulling away for air, the both of you just stared at each-other, eyes wide and quiet.
Until laughter came about, Vash had started giggling and you tried your best to stifle your own until you couldn’t. And the two of you continued laughing as Vash kept you close in his embrace.
"I was wonderingg~" Vash whistled out after getting those cute giggles out of his system "Are you doing anything this Saturday?"
You tilted your head to the right, giving him a shy smile "Not necessarily, I was just gonna order some pizza and stay home alone.."
"Maybee..I can keep you company?" He jokingly puppy-eyed before you gave him peck on the lips just one more time
"Always~"
A sharp gasp was suddenly emitted from your right side, causing you to almost yelp in shock at the sudden disturbance as Vash whipped his head to the direction. And there stood your upstairs neighbor, an elderly hispanic lady and her husband with a little cart full of folded laundry.
"Mire! El chico del apartmento 512 se junto con el rentero de 511. Ay que bonito~" She cooed as her husband nodded in agreement.
You returned a blushed smile, feeling Vash's hand slip into your own.
Oh how sweet!
translation: Look! The boy from apartment 512 got together with the renter from 511. How pretty~
#vash x reader#trigun imagines#trigun headcanons#trigun#vash imagine#trigun stampede x reader#vash the stampede x reader#vash the stampede#vash the stampede imagine#trigun x you#vash x you#UN CHAVO QUE ME DICE QUE ME ESTA ESPERANDOOOO
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Hey, this is the same anon whose hunger ask you answered on 22nd January! Just wanted to say your rp response was unexpected but delightful! You really have a way with words.
And for the Manual Stimulation starter:
I tiptoe downstairs, expecting to see you watching tv...only to find you on the couch with a still full stomach. My own one growls loudly, but I ignore it. It's been four hours since dinner - I can eat in the morning.
'What's wrong?' I want to ask, but I know what's up. Your stomach cannot disgest everything on its own, I realise now. Maybe I have been too lenient with the tummy rubs.
I sit down next to you on the couch. "It's okay, I'm here," I say to you. "Wow, you must've loved the mac and cheese, huh?" I say, smiling affectionately as I begin to massage your belly. At the mention of mac and cheese, my middle rumbles louder for food. I again ignore it. Honestly, so impatient!
I continue to massage your belly, hoping it begins to digest soon. I press a bit harder on it, whilst my own groans with hunger.
Wow, January 22? I'm shocked people are keeping date-stamps ^^ I had to go back into my archives to look for the post in question. Yeah, I enjoyed writing that one.
A familiar squeaking of one of the stubborn steps startles me out of my reverie. I jump in my seat, but soon settle when I realize it's just you.
"Hmm? Sweetie, what are you still doing up?" You yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you shuffle into the living area. Your stomach gives a hollow growl, revealing your own reason for venturing out of bed.
"Nngh…i-it's nothing. C-Couldn't sleep and I didn't wanna wake you." I mutter.
I can't help the wave of hot jealousy that washes over me at hearing your stomach growl--already hungry and demanding more food. I guess neither of us can really brag as the states of our tummies are what have us awake at almost 4AM…though for very different reasons.
I expect you to shuffle onward to the kitchen and fix yourself a "midnight" snack. Instead, my stomach gurgles sickeningly as it's jostled when you settle on the couch next to me.
"What's wrong?" You ask me seriously, reaching out to lay a palm over my belly, hidden under an oversized hoodie. Your eyes widen at the taut curve of my belly that meets your hand, not having much give to it even four hours after dinner. "Aww. You must have loved the mac and cheese, huh?" You mutter, gently kneading at my belly. "You're so full." You assume I snuck down to have seconds or something.
"Nnngh…oww…y-yeah…it was good…four hours ago." I snarl through gritted teeth as my stomach ache intensifies at your actions.
"Four? Still? This is from dinner?" Your eyes widen, palm slowing at the incessant kneading as you realize what's been keeping me up. I'm not up because I snuck down for a midnight snack. I'm up because dinner is still sitting like a rock in my stomach, overstaying it's welcome and causing all sorts of problems. "Aww…poor tummy." You coo at my stomach as the gurgles intensify under your touch. You continue your massage, but focus more on kneading at my intestines rather than at teasing my engorged stomach-organ. While you love teasing it when I overindulge, prodding at it after it's been straining for hours doesn't sit well with you. Guilt washes over you as you recount how the day went and begin to think this is your fault.
We had mac and cheese for dinner tonight--a rare treat 'cuz we both love it, but the ingredients are pretty expensive and we rarely ever have time for home-cooking. It's also not exactly a light dish so we don't indulge often. I stopped myself after two servings at dinner while you went for a third. We still had half the pan to put in the fridge as leftovers. The two servings didn't make me full, but I knew my poor tummy would struggle to digest something so heavy and I didn't want a 'too full' ache to accompany the upset that would no doubt happen. We've been burning the candle at both ends and been extremely busy for the last couple of months. When you went for your third serving, I assumed you'd be adding 'food coma' to 'exhaustion' in reasons that you'd be conking out pretty soon after dinner, leaving me with no help in trying to coax my stubborn stomach to digest.
Your stomach growls loudly and I frown, reaching over. The oversized pajama top you have on isn't buttoned all the way and it isn't hard for me to brush aside the loose fabric to reveal your adorable navel and the source of the hollow growls.
"Nnngh…you're loud." I mutter, deftly sliding a finger into your navel without warning. I feel you shudder at the sensation as my nail scratches at the sensitive flesh inside.
We continue this way, with you massaging my stomach, trying to coax it into digesting and with me poking at your stomach, particularly your cute little navel, whenever it growls. I poke deeply into your navel in retaliation whenever your massage gets a little too far on the painful side. As you get closer to me on the couch, I throw in a few descriptive phrases--mostly focused on food and the dinner we had hours ago, delighting in your shivers as the phrases cause your stomach to clench in hunger.
"Seriously, though, babe--weren't you coming down for a snack?" I ask you as the room begins to brighten. Apparently, we've been at this for a little over two hours.
"Nnngh…later." Your face is set in a determined pout and it seems you're set on getting my stubborn guts to digest before you fill your own belly.
I lean back on the couch, trying to relax as I remove my own hands from my tummy, letting you have free reign as you work your magic. The house is silent, save for the grumbling coming from both of our stomachs.
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Domestic Life W/Hawks part 4
Warning: the reader has been given no pronouns but is able to be impregnated, enjoy 😊
The soft rays of light filtered their way through the curtains landing unpleasently on your face, groaning at the fact that your husband must have opened the blinds before leaving for work you turn over and bury your face into his pillow,sighing into it enjoying the smell of his cologne.
Bzzz Bzzz Bzz
the annoying sound of your phone ringing finally broke your sleepy haze, picking the phone up, you grogily answer it "hello?" "hello Mrs/Mr/Mx Takami this is your Midwife Julia calling about your pre natal examination, we were wondering if you could come in at 10 for the examination?" wait what no keigo was supposed to come with you..shit whyd they have to move the appointment forward. "yeah um thats no porblem ill see you then" ending the call you quickly dial keigo's number praying that he picks up.
"hey baby-"
"keigo they moved the appointment forward"
"when?" "10 o'clock"
"ill see you there"
"but baby what about work-"
he cuts you off explaining that you and the baby come first, he'd meet you at the hospital in 25 minutes. Quickly getting dressed and heading out to your car. Arriving at the hospital, you quickly sign yourself in and take a seat in the waiting room, not spotting keigo anywhere you started to worry; maybe he wasnt able to get out of work; you couldnt blame them he was the number 2 hero, but you wanted the father of your child to be there for every appointment. Maybe it was selfish but he worked so hard everday so why couldnt you steal him away every once in awile for a 30 minute appointment that told him the wellbeing of his child.
Almost on cue a pair of red wings burst through the doors, a pair of golden eyes searching around the room before relaxing when he spots you, he pushes his hands through his golden locks; his cheeks red from his quick flight. "hey dove, thought i missed ya" you give him a small laugh teasing him "i thought i married the hero that was just too fast" he pouted a little, sticking his tongue out at you; taking a seat next to you, keigo held your hand, silently playing with your wedding ring. "TAKAMI" both of your heads shot around to the nurse quickly getting up and follow her into the examination room, "alright hon, im just gonna ask you to pop up onto the examination table and dad you just take a seat" the nurse began to feel around your tummy "everything seems healthy, any cravings lately?" keigo laughed telling the nurse about you waking him up at 4am because you wanted a milkshake and some chicken nuggets.
the nurse laughed before turning to you again "okay time for a few serious questions; any heart burn, gas reflux, bleeding, chest pain, abdomin pain?" you follow along shaking your head at each question, "how bads the nausea?" you give a brief answer that you were being sick regulary in the morning but beyond that it wasnt bad.
"okay! well honey you seem healthy and happy, lets have a little peak at the little one and make sure their doing just as well" keigo's eyes lit up "we're gonna get to see the baby?" the nurse nodded and you excitidly smile at him as he nears the examination table, his hands took their place on your shoulders as he peeked at the ultrasound screen, the nurse applies a small amount of the gel to your stomach; a small gasp leaves your mouth at how cold it was but your attention is quickly grabbed when the ultrasound machine starts show the contents of your swollen tummy.
"and theres baby...if you guys look here youll see baby's head annnd theres its little feet" keigo couldnt take his eyes off the screen "thats our little bean dove" he plants a soft kiss to the top of your hair, tears well up in your eyes having caught sight of the little person growing inside of you "Do you guys wanna hear baby's heartbeat?" you both nodded rapidly causing the nurse to let out a soft laugh.
The soft thumps of its heartbeat echoed in your ears, "baby's healthy and very content, would you guys like a print out of the ultra sound" you, still focused on the tiny human's heartbeat, didnt answer "yeah can we have 2" keigo softly played with your hair, watching your face contort in joy. The nurse gave keigo the printouts and a pregnancy diary to help keep an eye on both carrier and baby should something happen, you wait for him softly carressing your growing bump, "hey Dove, ready to head home?" "yeah"
#keigo fluff#bnha keigo#keigo takami#bnha hawks#takami keigo#mha hawks#hawks#keigo takami x reader#hawks x pregnant reader#bnha#bnha 362#mha dabi#touya todoroki#himiko toga#todoroki touya#my hero acedamia#my hero academia#boko no hero academia
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Finally!
We've all waited for it to happen, for weeks and weeks we've hung on, finally it does and V is awestruck - and maybe Johnny is too.
Also, it's accidentally exactly 1000 words long and still very little happens!
“It’s 4AM V, go the fuck back to sleep.”
V had been tossing and turning for hours, Johnny could sleep through that, but now he’s (albeit very quietly) talking to someone over the holo and that’s just a step too far.
“Gimme a minute,” the merc whispers softly to whoever is in the other end of the call, “Just fuck off if I’m disturbing your beauty sleep, no one asked you to lurk on the side of my bed.” he hisses to Johnny.
“Where else am I going to go in the middle of the night? Sides, I’ve been looking after your interests.” V looks at the Rockerboy quizzically. “The egg moves…”
V follows Johnny’s eyes over to the other side of the room, it was on the tip of his tongue to ask what new gonkery Johnny had dreamt up to stop him talking to Kerry when he saw it, the egg moved. “I’ll call you back.” he tells his new input and crawls over the bedding to sit next to his imaginary friend. “What’s it doing?” he asks in hushed tones.
“How the fuck should I know?” Johnny replies, “and why are we whispering?”
V shrugs, if he’s honest the stupid egg had been sat in that bowl for so long he’d presumed it was a lost cause, but there it was rattling around the ceramic and making a gentle tapping noise. “How long’s it been, y’know, moving?”
“Couple of hours. Few more and you’ll be living the high life.”
Johnny receives another confused look, “What?”
“Think of the eddies V, there’s idiots who’ll pay through the nose for an iguana.”
They sit staring a little while longer as the egg jumps and skitters around the bowl, “What’s an iguana?”
The exasperated look Johnny gives V is almost audible, “It’s a lizard,” he tells him surprisingly patiently, “mostly found in South America. Though where a low-rent merc like you found it I can’t imagine. Been looking at that thing for months wondering if it was ever going to do something.”
V goes over to the bowl crouching until it’s at eye level and looking with child-like wonder as a tiny crack appears in the shell. “Got it from Yorinobou’s suite at Konpeki Plaza, wasn’t even sure the lizard was real, it was just sitting there like some kind of weird statue. Thought the egg would make a preem souvenir… though it turns out I got more than one of them that day.”
Johnny nods, “Shoulda maybe stopped at the lizard.” He looks at the back of V’s head waiting for a reaction, receiving none he crouches down beside him joining the vigil. “Look, you can see it through the crack.”
Sure enough, movement can be seen through the growing crack, a tiny nibbling action working on expanding the hole and making an escape.
“I used to know a guy in the market in Japantown that traded in exotic shit like this, doubt he’s still there but someone over there’s bound to still do shady lizard related dealings.” V nods in a non-committal way, he’s mesmerised by the newly revealed pink nose poking through the gap with every nibble. “Ten thousand at least,” Johnny continues, “prolly more, if you’re lucky there’s a few gonks out there ready to get into a bidding war for a super-rare dude like this one.”
“Jackie would’ve really loved this,” V murmurs wistfully, “he’d be calling Misty over so they could sit and watch it together thinking of names and picking out tanks.”
“Yeah well, you’ve just got me. Call it Eddie and let someone else do the hard work.”
The two men continue to stare at the slowly dissolving egg, mesmerised by the emerging hatchling. When nothing appears to happen for several seconds the pair exchange worried looks, but the tiny animal is merely taking a breather from its hard work and soon resumes the destruction of its former home. More of its face is revealed, big eyes and bright green skin, a pink tongue helping it gulp down its first meal. V’s face softens, this may be the most magical thing he’s ever witnessed – apart from that one guy who miraculously came back to life after V’s blades cut his head off, but that was more a cyberware malfunction than an actual miracle.
“What do iguanas eat?”
“How the fuck should I know, bugs or some shit. It’ll do just fine in here.”
V considers giving Johnny a dark look for that crack, but he has a point; Nibbles is often noisily wrestling some sort of wildlife in the middle of the night.
“You’re not seriously thinking about keeping it? Think of the eddies!”
Both pair of eyes swing back to the tiny lizard drawn by the sound of the egg shell quietly falling to one side allowing the hatchling to push itself free and lay panting in the detritus. It’s intelligent eyes roam curiously around the room finally focusing on a surprised Johnny who lifts a finger to stroke it’s head. “It can see me!” He marvels as the creature preens under his touch.
“There’s a tank at Jackie’s place we could use,” muses V.
“Nah, this one’s a free spirit. Let it have the run of the place, it can share bug duties with your ugly cat.”
“The ugly cat you spend most of the day murmuring to whilst you’re both curled up on the couch?”
“Only cuz you’re such shit company. Look, it wants to get out of the bowl”
V gently lets the lizard skitter onto his hand and holds it up to look it over. Johnny leans in looking over V’s shoulder and the men have matching smiles as the hatchling’s tail wraps around V’s wrist. “I think I’m gonna call it Jack.” The brown eyes look straight into V’s and seem to approve.
“Yeah, that’s a good name, I’m just gonna, y’know keep an eye on it for while.”
“You do that Johnny.” Says V grinning.
#cyberpunk 2077#v cyberpunk#kerry is my muse#johnny silverhand#johnny silverhand x v#johnny and v as friends#eggs
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I went to bed really upset last night
I think there was a variety of factors that made me into a bit of an emotional mess after finishing attack on titan
Its like "its just an anime" or "its just a show"
Firstly, it was the anime/show that's been in my life the longest. 2013-2023. I associate a lot of my tumblr posts with the show. I called any character Kaji Yuki voiced in any other anime 'Eren' for fun. My time watching the first season is so vivid to me. I remember so much about analysing this show, and talking about it with friends.
Secondly, due to my OCD, the O stands for obsessive, and that connects to a lot of things, but its extremely hard to get me out of my Obsessive mode. I actually planned to make this rewatch last a couple of months. I was like "ah yeah Ive seen season 1 three or four times so its not gonna be that entertaining watching it again, I'll try watch a few a day". ...That didn't happen. I dont know why or how, but season 1 felt v different to me. I still got chills, I still got shocked when something happened, I would finish an ep and have the urge to scream from the adrenaline that went through me when something intense happened before a cliffhanger, almost as if I didnt know what was gonna happen next.
The reason I put off watching the show immediately after it ended is bc I'm aware this happens to me and its hard to get out of it. In my head I thought my obsessive nature wouldn't come around until I got to season 3 which I hadn't seen before and I thought I'd get to season 3 by mid-January. But from the absolute get-go, it kicked in, and from 7pm on the 21st of Dec to 4am on 26th of Dec, I binged the absolute fuck out of the show, taking breaks to do essential things like eat and shower. I barely slept.
So needless to say, I've only just come back to reality.
Third, I'm emotional af. Stories impact me on a really high scale, and I start to get stomach aches and chest pains bc of it. Esp if the story is magnificent. I finished that show last night and when I saw "The end", I was still crying, I hurt all over, and I just happened to be lucky that a friend who has seen it (and shockingly, doesn't watch anime) replied back to me and we talked about for a little bit. It helped to rant it out a bit but my sleep deprivation caused me to make so many typos and I officially had to sleep, which was hard, due to the chest pains.
And fourth, I believe what I just watched was perfection. To ever rewatch the show again, I'll see everything differently. Everything. The first 5 seconds of the show will be different. And when I'd had that realisation, I started crying again.
Like, I'm thinking of moments in the show that are literally just "characters swinging around and slashing titans" which is what the show was first known for, and now I'll be thinking "holy shit, these scenes have a bigger significance than you realise".
And for a show that's not about romance, the romantic tragedy that ties it all together, is what got me more than anything.
If this show gave off a vibe that the creator never knew where he was going with it, then I dont think it would be as impactful. As someone who loves Stranger Things, not everything ties up perfectly. And maybe the creators had an idea of their ending and then had to figure out how to get there, but it doesn't show. I've a feeling that by the end of that show, I'll be thinking that they ran through different drafts for their ending and finally settled on one and brought back a few tiny moments from the other seasons that ties it in and boom, done.
But almost every moment of attack on titan comes full circle, to the extreme point that I believe he wrote this whole thing out, almost every millimetre of it, and then released it at a specific pace up until recent years, and then obviously the anime adapted it. Yes he could have made slight changes along the way like "I originally wanted this character to say this line but changed it to this character cause it was more fitting" or something like that, but nothing that would really change anything about the direction he was heading with it.
Do I regret binging it? Yes, bc I have loads to do that I now have get stuck into with v little breaks (SnK was SUPPOSED to be my breaks), but also, mainly, bc I felt like I was there. Like when you're away from home for a month and you come back and everything feels weird and sorta wrong. So that's a learning lesson to myself. Never binge again.
Last time I did that was with Succession, but I'm just lucky that Obsessive mode kicked in about 20 eps in (so the first 20 I watched one a day), and so when Obsessive mode came in, it was for the second set of 20 episodes).
Unlike SnK where I watched almost 100 eps in 5 days :')))
Anway, I'll be thinking about this fucking show for a while, especially Eren. Especially Eren. He's just too complex, and I like to analyse, and that's some long analysation.
Also Mikasa and Levi impacted me too (Hange is my girl tho).
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I'm glad I wrote this out. My thoughts are going through my head way too fast for my typing to keep up so I've had to slow down my thoughts and so my breathing is a little better this time around lmao
I'ma miss this show, and I look forward to the day I rewatch it and take every speckle of the show in again. Knowing my ass, it'll be on my next break which is sooner than I'd like it to be, cause I know what my addictive obsessive ass is like. Ugh, I'm a wreck
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Cry of the Damned
Summary: Every time danny uses his ghostly wail, he looks- and feels- a little less human
(prompt from @ghostey-o-toby)
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It never stopped. Always pulsing pulsing pulsing just under his skin, crawling through every nerve and into his brain, his heart, his core.
And each time he spoke he did so softly, making absolutely certain there would be no misfires, no accidents, no devastating power behind his words.
In reality, he felt like letting it all loose in an open field. Somewhere no one would get hurt and he could vent his frustrations and fears and utter anguish without any worry of causing harm.
And maybe that was possible before, when all this power meant was a destructive force to be aimed at his enemies.
But now?
Now he finds himself ill with worry about how his body was slowly betraying him each time he used his power.
And with each time he used his power, the less control he had over it. He didn’t even realize until one day he couldn't even shout without knocking down a wall or two.
Something else changed too, while he wasn’t paying attention. Something important and fundamental to his being. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what it was, but he knew it was changing.
His friends said he started making fewer puns, getting more ruthless in his fights against ghosts, spending less time playing Doomed. They also said he was starting to scare them with how much more apathetic he seemed. He didn’t really know what to say to that, but he’s inclined to believe them, if only because they’re his friends.
So, maybe his sense of emotions and priorities were being warped? But that didn't sound right. He still had emotions, and his priorities were just shifted more to ghost hunting than school. No big deal.
But, regardless, he’s decided to keep from raising his voice as much as possible to get whatever change is happening to stop happening.
A crash outside.
He turned to his nightstand.
The clock read 4am.
Just perfect.
He quickly transformed and was about to leave when he saw his reflection in the window.
Despite the clear sounds of a ghost attack outside, Danny was transfixed on his appearance. Frozen still in its presence.
Because his previously tan skin showed splotches of blue peppered around his face, centred around his mouth and trailing down under his jaw. He hesitantly reached a hand to his collar and grabbed his zipper, about to pull it down when he heard another crash.
His eyes glanced out the window for a moment, then stared back at the reflection.
He flew out.
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A simple fight. That’s what he believed it was.
It was not simple. His powers were almost completely exhausted, he was sore and aching all over, and his friends had to retreat at one point to take care of similar injuries, though theirs were more debilitating. They were human, they couldn’t help it if a sprained ankle, or a slashed thigh, or an arm broken in two places kept them down a lot longer than him. He couldn’t help them with first aid though, his friends were always better at administering it and knowing when it was needed so he left it to them.
The ghost of the evening was a large bear with long rabbit ears—likely one of the Fruitloop’s victims—that slashed at them with large sharpened claws and proved tough enough to deflect practically all forms of ghost powers and all the Fenton tech they had on hand.
It’d been a hard night, but once his friends were clear, he could always make a large scale ice attack and freeze it solid. Sure, it would be a bit of a hassle trying to get a huge ghost ice cube through the portal, but at this point he was willing to put up with it if it meant the fight ended quicker.
The bear lunged for him and he easily floated aside, content to watch and steer clear until he could find a moment to catch it in the thermos, but he didn’t notice that the bear had another target.
See, in his exhaustion, he had stopped making as much thought out plans or paying complete attention to the bear’s moves and instead had simply been focusing on dodging high, trying to keep the bear higher up in the air to avoid more property damage or civilian injuries. So when he dodged away, the ghost bear continued on, flying down down down towards where his friends were patching themselves up and the bottom dropped out of his stomach.
No.
Not them.
He won’t allow it.
He won’t allow it!
And despite the consequences, he Wailed. Days and weeks and months of holding everything back came out in one massive tidal wave of power.
And it felt good.
But he could also feel that unknowable something start to unravel bit by bit by bit. Starting out like the feeling of a ribbon unraveling from where it was comfortably tied around his core… until he felt the ribbon catch fire.
Agonizing heat burned through his core before spreading out to his extremities and chased away every other thought and sensation and replaced it with absolute burning pain.
He attempted to bring his ice powers to the surface, to cool him off and stop the intense heat, but the moment he tried, the pain nearly doubled in intensity and he was forced to stop.
Something filtered in through the haze his mind was in. Screams from somewhere nearby. Fuck. He hoped Sam and Tucker were safe. Hoped whatever made him feel like lava was poured into his veins wasn’t affecting them too.
He wondered if he could stop now. If the bear was caught or if it flew off. He needed to open his eyes to check. He didn’t think he'd be able to Wail again if he stopped. Would probably just pass out the moment he does.
So, with great difficulty, he opened his eyes and—
Devastation.
The buildings in front of him—the rundown bookstore, the little cafe Valerie loved to visit, the print and copy store that smelled like burnt croissants—were reduced to nothing. Dust.
The bear was nowhere to be seen, he’d caused so much damage, and he needed to start searching the surrounding area to see if anyone was hurt, but—
It wouldn’t stop.
No matter how he tried to pull back, tried shorting out his powers by turning human—which didn’t work and only left him in even more agonizing pain—and even tried punching himself in the throat. Nothing worked. The Wail still wouldn’t stop.
On the bright side, the edges of his vision were quickly growing dark. Hopefully his Wail would cut off once he passed out. If it didn’t though, maybe the twenty foot drop would hit him hard enough to shut him up.
His last thoughts before losing consciousness was the hope that Sam and Tucker got out unharmed.
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anyways oh my goodness chami its past midnight and i should really go to sleep since i need to be up early tomorrow! or today. idk! but ty for entertaining my sillly little asks....<33 i love your enthusiasm and i love your writing and i love indulging in this shared guilty pleasure of ours...!! <333
idk what time it is for you, but have a great rest of your day/night!! i hope to sleep and dream of cute yans and wake up all refreshed ready to talk to you!!
also drink some water! just a fun little reminder <33 i appreciate u sm i know we only talked today but i enjoyed speaking w you on and off!! see you in 7 hours !! want a yan to shyly kiss me goodnight and then i hold them close and grip them so hard in my sleep they cant escape!!
GO DRINK WATER.
-love love, SUNNY <333
maybe the real yanderes are the friends we've made along the way... /j
its currently almost 4am (shout out to sleep issues) so im queueing these asks for tomorrow! or today? in a few hours? so if ur wondering why im not responding with my usual speed, its cause of that!! and thank you for reminding me to drink some water, i have a bad habit of replacing my water intake with coke zero and fruit lol
i hope you have a good sleep!!! <3
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Dumb Ways to Die..BG3 Edition!! Part: 2
Long post EXTREMELY LONG POST...okay maybe, probably not that long?? DEFINITELY LONG and Possible spoilers?!? I'm not sure read at your own peril! IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT THOUGH🤣
If you didnt read Part: 1 do that now :3
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We left off with Astarion and Wyll trying to kill a couple of gate goblins to free the spiders. If you remember Halsin told me to kill the BIG THREE Goblin Camp Leaders. Shadowheart and my ALT character are trying to kill off the random goblin that joined the fight when Granny Gut (one of the BIG THREE) steps in. Now compared to the other 2 bosses she is a walk in the park. But she does come with her own annoying small pack of goblin mobs.
Wyll and Astarion FINALLY kill off the gate spamming guards and unlock the doors, the spiders are estatic and start helping me kill off the goblins. As I foretold my ALT and Shadowheart make quick work of Granny Gut and killing off the extra few stragglers proves to be a breeze. I'm calling this a WIN. About this time I am going around looting bodies cause.. 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑CHA CHING🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑
I was also totally not tabbed out looking at ASTARION TIKTOKS 🥰When I tab back in the spiders are gone and I'm like ohhh probably should find them. Around this time is when I should have healed up with more than potions. This is where I should have been the voice of reason the MOM of the group and taken a Long Rest...
Yea I should have been this person but... instead I go in search of the spiders and find their smoldering dead corpses. And the part of me that lost them as fighting allies is sad and morns them. But not before I roll a NAT 20 in OVER-CONFIDENCE! I dont need them, they were just spiders I can kill the rest of these mobs I've done it before this is nothing now that I killed the majority of them. I walk my party to a side enclave we'll call it, its RIGHT before one of the big bads. I walk right past them they arent thinking that I'm a threat. THAT IM A TOTAL EDGE LORD COME TO SUNDER THEM!!!!! That I'm about to ruin their day, now I dont always spin my camera around.......I probably should have...
In my over-confidence I attack said goblins. There's only 3 right....WRONG...HORRIBLY WRONG. No in the doorway of which I stood was a room that I thought void of creatures instead I was greet with 3 goblins to my back quite literally I was in a tight spot when they called upon WORG companions. This is fine.....everything is fine..I am fine WRONG! My presence in killing off these goblins has alerted the nearby attention of
DROR RAGZLIN whelp im fucked...
We pick off mob after mob that dealt us devastating blows. Remember that I had not taken a LR (Long Rest) soooo I had NO spell slots for anyone... and (cough,cough Shadowheart) a cleric with no spell slots to heal just... just becomes a glorified DPS. And if you know/love Shadowheart..please dont come for me but ma'am.....
☠️I NEED YOU TOO HIT SOMETHING other than the floor!!!!! ☠️
10/10 Misses everything AGAIN!
She was the first too fall, calling to me for aid I helped her up (though it was pointless) Dror Ragzlin's rage was just too much for her. About this time I was waiting for it too go through initiative. My ALT is almost dead popping health potions left and right, Astarion is barely hanging on.. As I stare down Dror Ragzlin with an intensity that screams IM STILL STANDING!!
and thats when it dawned on me... I'm going wait OMG where is WYLL did he LEAVE me?? Did he get killed and I just cant see him?? I look to my party list and notice that Wyll is very much alive and well infact, he has full health and i'm sitting there in my 4AM stupor wondering when was the LAST TIME I used him in this long list of initiative rolls..... Remember when I said to remember that I UNGROUPED WYLL to save the spiders.... and remember me saying in PART: 1
☠️☠️☠️ALWAYS REMEMBER TO GROUP YOUR PARTY☠️☠️☠️
This is why, when I realized that Wyll had infact not been fighting with me this entire time I grouped him into the party and walked him into combat. Together with Astarion and Shadowheart lying helpless on the floor Wyll and I fought, struggled to keep alive against Dror Ragzlin and two of his minions. Until even Wyll too fell unable to carry on and then it was only Me, Myself and I contemplating what my options were with 3 health, no potions, no party members, no spell slots, no sleep and the VERY LIKELY possibility that I would have to load into my last save again......
😨😱😰
my last save...NOOOOOOO...I pull up the load menu while its still my turn. And I scroll down the list of saves that I have made ONLY to come to the horrible conclusion that my last save... Was made in the dungeons where I had only JUST rescued Halsin..ALL of my progress with the small goblin mobs, saving the spiders, killing Granny Gut, ALL the loot.
ALL GONE...ALL of it had to be REDONE.
I succumbed to defeat, in my pain, my loss I laughed through it. A learning lesson we'll call it. I ended my turn without doing anything more and took the killing blow! I loaded into my last save, and sat stunned and dumbfounded..how much more easier would it have been if I had taken that long rest, if I had GROUPED my party members back together.
Let my pain, my mistakes be a lesson for all! Carry on with this knowledge my fellow adventurers.😅❤️
Until the NEXT STORY TIME this has been Dumb Ways to Die.
#bg3 stuff#bg3 spoilers#bg3 wyll#bg3 astarion#bg3 oc#bg3 shadowheart#dumb ways to die#baldur's gate 3#bg3 goblins
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My last missive before I crash, a 4am start and it’s now 1am (home time).
The flight was ok, once again seated beside a Malaysian chap who I suspect was some kind of model from the sheer volume of photos he had of himself on his phone plus the repeated checking of his hair and poses routinely during the flight! In between which he slept and of course ended up on my shoulder to which I happily jolted him awake. I also did my community service for an incredibly tiny Malaysian mother of two boys (they’re all so short!!) . She couldn’t reach the overhead locker so asked the giant Australian (me!!) who kindly obliged (wincing as lifting bags from overhead lockers is not something my shoulder is too impressed with at the moment). Mother was suitably grateful!
An hour taxi from airport to hotel. I did get not one, but two warm chocolate chip cookies on checkin! Thanks Double Tree Hilton (they just served as my dinner!)
The hotel room is ok, maybe the light of day will shed a kinder light!
Oh and I almost forgot!! Was lining up to board (amoung the last, I don’t get the rush to get on the plane. It’s not like a bus that has limited seats so you may not get one or every like it will leave without you, your name is on the seat!), and my phone rang, N unknown number. I NEVER answer unknown numbers, so why I answered today I have no idea but answer it I did. A rather stressed Malaysian gent asking if I was boarding the flight to Malaysia!! I concurred and he insisted I come to the desk immediately. I left my work colleague in the line (secretly hoping I was about to be kicked into the front of the plane!! I can dream!) to be greeted by the irate Malaysian gentlemen who repeatedly asked why I had not responded to the MANY calls of my name over the speaker system for the last half hour!! Me bad, I couldn’t help it and I giggled!! My response, “Dude, you can’t hear jackshit over that shitty intercom!”. Anyway, my 5am checkin in Hobart with boarding passes all the way through apparently caused chaos! They issued a new boarding pass and I boarded. But the spent most of the flights stressing that my checked bag would be sent to the back of bum-fuck nowhere due to its tag being wrong!!
It didn’t! It arrived.
And on that note I am hitting the hay, three fucking long days ahead.
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Liv i highly doubt you remember me but a while ago i came here to tell you about how I related to tae/peaches and having that friendship you dont want to ruin cause its everything, and how he moved away and ive been waiting for three years. Well maybe this is not the update we were expecting but maybe its good. Last month i flew to NC to see my brother and i messaged him that i was in the area. Ok it was almost a fic but not really lol. I needed a place to crash and he offered i could stay at his place on an air mattress lol. Anyway my brother had booked me a hotel so I didn’t stay with him but he ended up taking me to the airport at 4am. And it was so lovely so catch up and i honesty didnt know he remembered so many details about me like i have trouble sleeping and my bad back, cause i told him i couldnt sleep that night alone in the hotel. Anyway i asked when hes coming home and he said he actually loved NC hes trying to buy a home. I feel like after he told me that something in me finally clicked that i need to move on. Ive been waiting on him for years i havent even considered dating anyone irl. Like yes i love bts but realistically havent looked at anyone around me, not like theres even any cute guys here. But for the first time in four years i feel like…what if i just went on dates for fun??? I havent in so many years its scary and a part of me is still like what if hes endgame…but like less than i did. Anyway i didn’t know who to tell so i feel like youre always i safe space for us to spill our feels
Hiii!! I do remember you, of course I do! And I think this is actually a great update, it’s always good news when you just decide you want to live your life without anything holding you back! If this guy is end game, I’m a firm believer you’ll find your way back to each other. But you can’t wait around forever just in case, you know? Like you need to live how you want and do what makes you happy. You deserve that!
#anon#asks#i love that you came and updated me! i loved hearing this new development#like good for you!!! <3#also I’m glad you feel this is a safe space :( ily
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It’s at this moment, almost 4am in the morning, that I’ve realized I’ve had a week and a half to study for my finals in 3 days, and yet I haven’t.
wow
#nicole talks#i really question my sanity sometimes#what idot doeant study for their finals#me#im the idiot#i couldnt even spell idiot right in the second tag thats how much of an idiot i am#or maybe its just cause its almost 4am#idk#but i feel sick to my stomach now thinking about it#the next few days arent gonna be pleasant
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Idk why but the idea in Genshin's files theres probably 2 identical ass Albedo models is funny to me.
#genshin impact#maybe cause its almost 4am but i think its a little funny#mr man just taking up double the space in our hardware rn#susbedo will forever be in our games...unless they remove him in 2.4
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Jealous
A/n: y'all should already know I really like beyonce and I really like fics inspired by music so this is just a product of that 😘 I linked the song in the title
Also language warning? Da be cursing in this one
You watched the clocks hit 4am
Keigo should have been home hours ago
Yet he wasnt
Not even a call or text
Clearly he forgot or he didnt care
And all you could do was sit there alone and feel pathetic
Your tears had already dried up a half hour ago
But that didnt mean you felt anything less then humiliated as you sat there with the now empty bottle of champagne and half naked in the lingerie you bought
It was your two year anniversary
You had it all planned out although you didnt plan for him to be a no show
But you could only blame yourself for that
Having a hero as a boyfriend is difficult
Anyone who was in a relationship with one would agree with that
But you were sure you had it just a bit worse
Because your boyfriend just so happened to be the number 2 hero
You thought it was bad when he was just number 3
But since hawks started holding the second spot it kept getting worse
At first things were fine; Great even.
He was a dotting boyfriend the two of you talked and laughed with each other about everything
Anyone who saw you together wouldn't have any doubts that you were in love
And you knew being in an official relationship would be difficult he was a hero after all
And especially since he didnt even want anyone knowing about the two of you
But you remember all those sweet words keigo would tell you
"I don't know what I'd do without you babe."
"I dont want anyone else sweetheart."
"Kid you're the most important person in my life."
"I love you y/n."
But that was the thing keigo said those things keigo was the one who kept promises he was the one you fell in love with
Not hawks
They were different people
Hawks was the man who put everything above you
The one whos lies and refuses to be straight with you
The one who shuts you out
The one who shamelessly flirted with everyone even on national tv knowing you'd see
But still didnt seem to care
And if he didn't care why should you?
Hawks got home around 6am and saw the place a mess
Curtain on the floor, broken glass. Everything disheveled
He almost thought someone had broken in and had a fight
But he knew bettter when he saw you sitting on the couch mascara stain on your face
"Shit." He mutter to himself
He knew exactly why you were upset and had this tantrum
But it wasnt exactly like he could pause in the middle of a mission to text you
"Im sorry y/n." He said sitting a banquet of roses down beside you
But keigo knew at this point those flowers were useless
"You think thats supposed to make me feel better?" You said bitterly
"Babe-"
"Dont fucking babe me." You yelled at him, "You forgot! I sat up all night looking like an idiot and you forgot because when it comes down to it you don't care about anyone but yourself keigo!"
"I was working."
"Like I believe that," you shook your head, "I bet you were with one of your new sidekicks. I bet you were just showing off for one of your adoring fans forgetting that im here."
You knew he was telling the truth he had no reason to lie about it
But in your mind you wanted to yell, you wanted to be angry you wanted to hurt him like he had been hurting you
Because tonight wasnt the first time he didnt keep a promise as of late or just simply neglected you
This had been boiling for a while and now the pot was over flowing
Hawks grew more frustrated as you yelled you were making stuff up and it wasn't even his fault
"It wasn't like that," he tired to talk only for you to jump in
"Save it hawks." You rolled your eyes walking out the room, "just admit you dont appreciate me cause you're comfortable knowing im just sitting here waiting on you and you don't have to put any real effort when you want to get your dick wet."
Keigo followed you from the other room yelling, "You know that isnt true! And you knew how this relationship was going to be from the beginning!"
"What realtionship?" You yelled, "You're barely home! I never see you anymore, and when I do its either you on tv flirting with some random person! Or when were here together you dont talk anymore! How do you think that makes me feel?"
You were letting your fears and jealousies speak, "is it someone else? Are you fucking somebody else Keigo."
"You are so insane of course not! Im working all the time its commission stuff I cant talk about it." Keigo knew deep down you were right he had been drifting away but that was because of work not because he was falling out of love with you
But maybe it was the stress of being up all night or because he was angry that you were clearly yelling at him for no reason he didint tell you that instead he yelled "You're being so fucking paranoid."
"Dont just brush me off-" but Hawk cut you off this time
"If I wanted to fuck someone else trust me kid I would, and I can cause if you hadn't noticed im pretty popular."
"You're such an asshole!"
"And your crazy!"
"Then why do you even bother Keigo! Just go!" You said throwing a pillow from your bed at him
"You're right I should! Cause its fucking pointless when your-you're acting like such a bitch." He said catching it and throwing it on the floor
His words hurt and you knew you had been pushing him to yell but still not wanting to let go you yelled with hot tears in your eyes, "I hate you!"
You both seemed to freeze once those words were spoken
You wanted to immediately take it back
You wanted to tell him that you didnt hate him that you loved him so much that it hurt
That all you really wanted tonight was to spend it in his arms
But you couldn't swallow your pride
Instead you turned away from him
Keigo knew things had already gone too far when he chased after you yelling
He felt guilty about his words
He didnt mean anything he had said, ...you kno- I- Im sorry y/n." He tried to reach out to you but you pulled away from him
"I cant do this anymore Keigo..."
Panic was clear on his face once you spoke those words
Couldnt do what?
Him? You two have aruged before you can get over it, "Y/n-"
"Ill sleep on the couch tonight." You said leaving the room and keigo
Who could only sit and wonder what would become of your relationship in the morning
Y'all bet ur sweet asses there'll be a part 2
#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#bnha headcanons#mha x reader#bnha hawks#mha hawks#bnha keigo#keigo takami x reader#my hero academia keigo takami#hawks x reader
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❝ three answers ❞ jyugo
[𖤐] it's 4am rn what did i just write....sorry about that LMAO if you want someone to blame blame sammy their the one who started all this. its all her fault. blame. them. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this all the same, for my nonexistent nanbaka fans <333
[𖤐] this does contain a mention or a pretty major manga spoiler, so read with caution!!
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jyugo has never been one to want anything; it’s a fact that deep down, he’s always known. it was never something that bothered him too much, (maybe because he never wanted to think about it) and so he never really took the time to ask himself, ‘what do i want?’.
he answered this question for the first time when he almost lost everything he didn’t even know he wanted.
even when it was all dangling right in front of his face, even when he was about to lose the one thing he had wanted, his thoughts were still jumbled with confused thoughts and questions that didn’t clear up until he saw his chance walking away. his chance. a chance. i want…
“please!! give me a chance!!”
“...took you long enough…”
in that moment, when his number plate clanked against the stone floor, he suddenly knew how it felt to have the most important thing to oneself be almost taken away. in that moment, when he was given a chance, he swore that he would never let it happen again; that he would never let anything important to him be in danger, he never wants to lose the people close to him. he doesn’t want to be the monster that he was in the past, so he’s decided that he’ll do everything he can to protect the people he could never stand to lose.
the second time he answered this question is when he fell in love.
this feeling makes him feel like every other emotion he’s ever felt was fake; they all paled in comparison to this sensation. he still isn’t able to decide whether it’s a good or a bad thing, hell, he doesn’t even know what he should do with this feeling in the first place, (should he tell you? how does he handle it? it’s times like these when he wishes he knew his parents.).
he has never needed anything so badly that he would be willing to do anything to have it, that he would reach out for it so desperately that he forgets everything around him. he never thought that he would be able to experience such a vivid emotion such as this, and now that he’s feeling it, it almost feels like an amazing ride that he never wants to get off of.
i mean, how could he not fall in love with you? everything about you was just...amazing, (he wishes that there was a better word to describe you, but he doesn’t think there’s any words he knows that would be enough to do so). you had the kindest soul he had ever seen, always there for others and putting other people’s needs above your own, (he thinks you should worry more about yourself). he admired everything about you, and yet, what was holding him back? why would he avoid your gaze whenever you would glance over at him?
you can’t have them, you know that. you’re a monster.
oh, that’s right.
he almost forgot about it for a moment there, but how could he? the little voice in the back of his head was there to help him remember it; that little voice that sounded exactly like him, (he said that he would be able to control the elf inside him, but this was the sacrifice he made to have that control in the first place).
“hey, jyugo, is everything alright?”
“h-huh?”
“oh, sorry! you just seemed kind of down, like something’s weighing down on your mind...you probably wouldn’t want to, but you can always talk to me if you need anything, alright?”
just like that, you had saved him yet again, and you didn’t even know it. each time he was drowning in his own thoughts, you would pull him back out with just a few simple words. he would cling to them every time, holding onto them with such a grip that he didn’t even know was possible; you were truly something else, and he was forever grateful for it.
when he had finally managed to confess his feelings for you, (it was by accident, and it was caused by uno, nico, & rock) his world was turned upside down. he had surely thought that there was no way you could would like him back, there was no way somebody like you could love somebody like him, and yet, the words coming out of your mouth seemed to say something different.
“I-i really like you too jyugo!”
for a while, everything was perfect. now, he had everything he could ever want, and there was nothing that could take this away from him. sure, there was still the occasional incident, but as long as you were near, surely nothing would happen, right?
he’ll be able to grow up and go to an ice cream parlor with you and experience all the wonderful things in life with you, and he’s giving you a promise ring for now, but he swears that one day he’ll take you to a pretty spot with cherry blossoms and he’ll get down on one knee and ask you to marry him, and then the two of you would get married and you would yell at rock for trying to eat the cake before he was supposed to, and then he would take you to go do everything you’ve ever wanted to do and the two of you would buy a house and you would yell at him for trying to paint the walls himself, and it would all be perfect. for now though, he was going to savor every single moment with you; every late night that he spent having whispered conversations with you, every smile that you would flash his way, every time you would lace your fingers with his, he was going to have it for the rest of his life.
oh, how stupid he was to think that it could last forever.
he’s been left alone more times that he can count, so why was he so surprised when it happened again? maybe it was because it was his fault, or maybe it was because you didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want to go just yet. maybe it was because you were slowly dying and there was nothing he could do about it.
“h-hey, stay with me, (y/n)! you can’t go yet, i-i have so much to tell you!!” he hurriedly pulled you into his arms, his eyes frantically looking over your body, only to find the color red slowly seeping through your shirt.
“you shouldn’t...cry, i think you look prettier when you’re smiling.” how could he smile in a situation like this?!
“w-we’re going to take you to okina-sensei, and he’s going to-”
“no, he’s not. jyugo, you have to keep going, alright?” don’t say that, it’s like you’re saying you’re gonna...
“stop talking like that, y-you’re not going to…”
“there’s...so much you can do with what you have...you’re special that way, so don’t go thinking that you need me to do what...i know you’ve always been able to do.” i need you though…!
“(y/n), p-please-!” no, stop looking at him with that smile on your face.
“ever since i saw you...i knew that you were different...thank you for letting me partake in a dream...even if it was for just a little bit…” stop talking like that, you’re not going to die.
“s-someone get okina!!!” you’re going to survive this; you have to.
“jyugo...hehe, are you going to...keep your promise…?”
“what? (y/n) please…”
“you said that you...were going to marry me, right?” please don’t do this to me.
“(y/n), w-will you marry me?”
“of course...i’ll marry you jyugo. hehe, i’m so happy right now...” even with the tears sliding down the side of your face, you were gently smiling up at him, almost like you hadn’t been coughing up blood just a moment ago.
“we’re gonna get married soon, and, and we’ll have a nice wedding and…”
“i know…” your hand shakily reached up to cup his cheek, the metal of the promise ring he had given you cool on his skin. he leaned into your touch, the tears in his eyes falling rapidly down his cheeks and over your hand. there was no way this was happening, not now, not to you...
“please don’t cry...can you please smile, one more time…?” it took everything in him, but because it was you asking, he was somehow able to turn the corners of his lips up just a bit, giving you a small smile despite the flood of tears pouring from his eyes. your gentle touch against his skin brushed his bangs from his eyes, a fond look in your eyes that were also flooded with tears.
“i’m so...happy right now...thank you for everything, jyugo, i love you...so...much…” the panic that was set aflame in his heart when he felt your hand drop from his cheek and when he saw your eyes flutter closed was akin to nothing that he’s ever felt before.
“(y/n)...? (y/n)!! don’t close your eyes, please wake up!! t-there’s so much i have to tell you, you can’t go yet! p-please…!”
why was it that everytime he found something that made him happy, it would get snatched away from him? was it these shackles? was that the reason why? if only he could have rid himself of this curse, then maybe he would finally be normal, maybe he would have been able to marry you.
the third time he answered this question, it was when he lost everything, and it was the final time he answered it.
nothing.
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