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luveline · 8 months

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I would love to see more of badass reader x Spencer, but maybe reader gets hurt on a case (like a concussion or something) and only wants Spencer and we get to see more of reader’s soft spot for Spencer. Idk if that made sense or if that’s anything you’d be interested in writing. Love reading whatever you write!💕

thank you for your request and for reading babe!! —your singular soft spot for spencer rises to the surface when you get hurt in the field. fem!reader, 1.1k

Emily's foot tap tap taps hospital linoleum. The nurses are getting worried about you —your CAT scans are fine, but you're lethargic. Mildly concussed with moderate symptoms, you winced at the lights, told Emily to turn them off, and haven't said much since.

She frowns. It's not nice to see someone who's usually so closed-off openly pained. "You okay?" she asks.

"I wanna see Spence," you murmur.

Emily nods slowly. She's had this conversation with you already. You have a spot of amnesia, nothing to worry about, decidedly temporary.

"Why hasn't he come to see me?" you ask. Your voice trips and tumbles, your eyes glowing with a glassy sheen. "I thought he'd come to… make sure I was okay. But he doesn't want to see me."

"Spencer's on the way here. He was an hour away with Hotch, remember? They're on their way."

You twitch like a displeased cat under your sheets and turn away from her, sniffling weakly. Your shoulders heave with slow tears. Emily gets up to rub your back but thinks better of it when you stiffen. She doesn't understand how you function, doesn't know what it is about Spencer alone that you can be vulnerable with him and not the others, but she won't judge you for it. She just wishes there was more she could do.

It's an untold amount of time between your tears and Spencer's awaited arrival. You're worse than lethargic, depressed, hand lax behind your back and unresponsive to the sound of the door.

"She's asleep?" he mouths. His hair is limp either side of his face, flattened by anxious hands.

"Upset," she mouths back through a frown, drawing a tear down her cheek with her pinky finger.

He doesn't give Emily a second glance after that.

"Hey," he says softly, rounding your hospital bed, touching the tips of his fingers to your hip and drawing a gentle line up your side. His head dips down, bending at the waist to see you better in the dim lighting. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You make a small keening sound from the back of your throat. It's so cleaving that Emily wants to leave, so painful that she wants to stay. You're her friend too. Emily cares about you, even when it hurts to do so.

"I don't feel like me," you say.

Spencer doesn't shy away either. His expression is open, reassuring as he pops into a semi squat that can't be comfortable. His hand closes around your arm, thumb feeling the naked skin there sweetly. "It's normal to feel confused after a head injury. I promise it won't last."

"I don't feel well," you say, small, like a scared kid.

"I know."

You reach for him. Emily knows Derek would never believe it, your hands stretched out almost desperately, the pleading noise yanked from between teeth normally gritted. Spencer wraps long arms around you with the ease of someone who's done it before, maybe exactly like this.

"It's okay," he says. He's speaking with pep he doesn't feel. Emily can see he's stressed in the high pinch of his shoulders, but he's putting on a show for you. "You don't have to be scared. It's okay."

The perpetual line carved between Hotch's brows seems deeper as he enters the room. Neither of you look up, your back loosening under the lazy back and forth of Spencer's hand.

"Concerning, right?" Emily asks.

Hotch ignores her, but not for lack of agreement. "What do her observations say?"

"Mild to moderate head injury, post-concussion amnesia, fractured index and middle finger on her left hand."

"Where are her clothes?" he asks.

"They can't check her out until she gets her fingers cast and all she brought in her go bag was slacks."

"I'll get her some pyjamas," Hotch says.

Emily's not sure what's funnier, the idea of you in pyjamas, the image of Hotch choosing a pair, or the word pyjamas in his stoic murmur. He lingers to make sure you're okay, his eyes tracking the tremble of your arms as Spencer talks too low to hear in your ear, having sat down on the bed and curled himself around you protectively.

You moan something sad and Spencer laughs, your hospital gown crinkling as he massages the top of your shoulder. "Why would you say that?" he asks lightly. "You think you know better than me? Really?"

"Of course not," you say. If it were anyone else, you'd have knocked them off the bed already.

"I don't remember you having an eidetic memory," he furthers.

You actually manage to laugh for the first time since your initial injury. "I don't remember anything right now," you say.

Emily leans over to Hotch. "You know, when we first came in, I suggested to the nurse that she might have amnesia because she kept asking me where she was, and she looked me dead in the eye and said, well, good thing you're not a nurse."

Hotch scoffs a laugh. "It's a little surprising even now. Seeing them together, you'd never think it."

"Think what?" Emily asks, fond rather than judgemental. "That she's as emotional as a China teacup?"

"I'll remember for both of us," Spencer murmurs, stroking your face. "Okay? So calm down."

Derek once told you to calm down and felt the cold of your icy attitude for a ragged week. Spencer says it and you take a visible deep breath, your head laying back in your pillows, his hand quick to cup the side of your neck. "Okay," you say quietly.

"It's not just that," Hotch says, failing to explain further.

He doesn't have to. Emily knows what he means. You can be snippy, aloof, unfriendly. But it's not just your softening that's surprising, it's Spencer's growing confidence. The ease with which he handles you, hands unabashed in their comforting.

"Want me to find you something to wear?" Spencer asks.

"We got it," Hotch interrupts. "Take it easy, Y/N. Rest."

You nod obediently. He and Emily leave, hearing a last snippet of conversation as the heavy door closes behind them.

"You wanna sign my cast, when they do it?" you ask hopefully.

"Are you kidding? I'd love to. I've always wanted to sign someone's cast, and it's good for your morale."

"Will they be in a cast long, do you think?"

"They should be healed in about six to eight weeks, but you may not regain full strength for another two months afterward. There have actually been studies…"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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virgolixx · 6 months

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Hi I know this might be a stretch but can I have from one piece how Luffy, Ace, sanji and shanks would take to the news of being told that they’re going to be fathers as their S/O is pregnant?

Head Cannon:

:How would these one piece men react to the news about becoming fathers:

Luffy, Sanji, Ace, Shanks

Theme: Fluff💕

⚠️Warnings: Slight discouragement/very worried op men, overall happy content.

(Note: Apologies for the late request response, I hope to try and get better at releasing more on a weekly schedule.)

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Luffy:

Is absolutely beaming has big ass smile on his face. Does not fully understand the whole concept of pregnancy other than another human will be born, so you teach him and answer all the questions he may have, and yes he has many silly questions. (He will totally ask questions like “Does it poop in your belly” 😂)

Would ask Sanji to make sure you are getting the food you need, and would have chopper constantly making sure your pregnancy is going smoothly.

Would be absolutely excited about buying the baby clothes but would have Nami or Robin with him to help him get the actual necessary supplies

Would be absolutely happy with either gender, just as long your baby is healthy and strong.

I feel like with anyone he meets, well the ones that are save to tell, he would boast about being a father. Would absolutely want ace to know 100%. (N if by following the anime, I feel like luffy would absolutely cry if you named the baby in the memory of ace)

Would spoil you with cuddles, would absolutely love to always have a hand on your belly just to feel your baby move.

Once in labor he would be by your side, letting you squeeze the hell out of his hand, while Robin is aiding chopper with the delivery and Nami is wiping away your sweat.

After you’ve had the skin to skin bonding and the first 24 hours with your baby. Luffy would have you sleep and rest while himself and the rest (Nami and Robin and Chopper) watch over the baby, as Sanji cooks some nutritional food for you and brook plays a soothing song.

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Sanji:

His heart is pounding the hell outta his chest and is in a shocked state, but once he has recovered he has heart eyes

I can imagine Sanji pick you up and spin you around and give you a loving kiss. Like this man is over the moon to know that he will father your child.

Will be at your beckoning call, he will get you anything you need, like he constantly wants you to rest and not harm your self.

Will cook for you all the nutritional foods you need and will of course make you all the cravings you may have.

Would absolutely gives you massages, back rubs, feet rubs he gots you, he wants you to feel as comfortable as you can throughout your pregnancy

I feel like Sanji would be the most educated in the concept of pregnancy and if very prepared for it. Sanji would ask chopper about your pregnancy, see how the baby is, how you are.

I feel like at some moments during your pregnancy Sanji would feel terrified at the idea of being a father what if he’s horrible at it..baby is absolutely scared.

Doesn’t care about the gender he just wants the baby to be healthy and absolutely filled with love.

Once your in labor Sanji is holding your hand while he’s wiping away the sweat on your face with a rag. Sanji is praising about how great you doing and that it’s almost all done.

Once your baby is out, chopper passes the baby over to Sanji, at this moment Sanji is in his own world looking at his son, with a few strands of blond and a smile just like yours, Sanji tears up as his son grips on his pinky. At this moment Sanji’s fears vanish and he knew that he would do anything in his power to be an outstanding father to his newly born son and can’t wait to grow old with you.

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Ace:

This man is absolutely scared and can’t comprehend a little you or him is growing in you. Honestly he doesn’t think he deserves this much love from you or the idea of having a family with you. So the first 2 times I feel like he’d be kinda distant but only because he’s scared but absolutely craves the idea of being a family with you.

White beard would have a whole ass talk to ace about what’s to happen. Once understanding more ace looks for you to talk, but the moment he sees you in your shared room, how you’ve started to set up a nursery corner and humming while you slowly rub your growing bump. Ace feels at ease and filled with joy, he rushes over to you and hugs you while tearing up.

Ace would say how much of an idiot he’s been and will now be here for both you and the baby, how he’ll push through his fears and wants to begin a family with you.

From that day on ace has always given you cuddles, love, would always go fetch you your cravings and has always accompanied you to ship’s doctor for your pregnancy check ups.

I feel like you both would learn together about the pregnancy and how to better be prepared.

Gender doesn’t matter either to him, as long you and the baby are healthy.

Once on labor ace would be by your side as you grip on his arm, as he’s absolutely concerned for your wellbeing, but once the baby is out and you have a whole sigh of relief he has also calmed, looking at the his daughter he notices his freckles scattered on her little face, feeling so much joy for his little girl ace uses his powers to warm his body temp to sooth the baby as he hands her to you, so you could have your skin to skin bonding moment.

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Shanks:

Man is utterly shocked, he can’t process it and fear sets in, he’s not ready, so the only logical thing he can process right now is to leave, and that he did.

Today marks one month since he left, the exact same day you’ve told him the news about becoming a father. The day you became completely alone, it’s been barely 30 minutes since you got home from you doctor check up, the baby is growing smoothly and is healthy.

You hear a knock at your door, opening the door your are confused until you look down until you see him, Shanks is bowing down fully to the floor slightly shaking, through sobs he tells you he made such a huge mistake and that he wants to fully be with you and the baby.

Angry that now he shows up but also very emotional cause of the hormones you kneel down to him and cry and he hugs you, you want him back but the day he left you so did your trust in him, so you tell him that you just can’t with out the trust.

Understanding you shanks does absolutely everything to win back your trust and that he did, after 6 months you two are absolutely happy together again. I feel like he’s the one who build the nursery room and has read up on pregnancy to better learn and take care of you.

Shanks loves to hold your belly and kiss it while talking to the baby, he always brings you snacks and foods you may need.

Once again doesn’t care about the gender as long the baby is healthy, but would absolutely adore to have a little girl

Once you’re in labor shanks is absolutely sweating, he’s watching you then the doctor then back to you, but the moment he hears the crying he look’s directly at his daughter who has his hair color, shanks is full on crying now not believing that he almost gave up the chance of watching his daughter grow.

Giving you the baby so you can have skin to skin bond he hugs you and kisses the top of your head and whispers to you, “I’m never going to leave and I will protect you and our daughter”.

#one piece x reader #one piece strawhats #one piece whitebeard pirates #one piece reader insert #one piece sanji #one piece ace #one piece #one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy #fire fist ace #vinsmoke sanji #shanks #monkey d luffy x reader #sanji x reader #shanks x reader #ace x reader #one piece headcanons

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strwberri-milk · 6 months

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hi!! bit of an odd ask this time, but i am in need of some comfort from the wonderful fictional men lol.

if you're comfortable, could you do dckz, alhaitham, and tighnari comforting an s/o going through some tough medical issues? i.e. body pains, medications, surgeries, etc.? (i promise im alright, just a bit banged up!!)

i hope you're having a good week and that your pillow is cold and bed comfy 💕💕 and drink water!!

honestly mood ive had a cough for like. three weeks now and ive also been relying on fictional man to make me feel better about it

Alhaitham and Tighnari especially are both going to be a little more analytical. Tighnari has some basis for medicine but Alhaitham's generalised knowledge gives him some feelers in the right direction to try and figure out what's wrong. To him, if he can understand what you're going through on an intellectual level then he can better help you feel better.

All of them are going to hold you to him, wanting to comfort you on an emotional level as well. He kisses the top of your head and reassures you that everything will be okay and you'll be in good hands. If you're really feeling stressed then he'll let you cry or ramble it all out, offering a compassionate ear as he strokes your back.

He'll also keep track of all of your medications, including any of the ones that are given to you to take as needed. Those ones he takes special consideration to remember what symptoms different ones are meant to manage so when you start feeling those symptoms he can get the right one for you.

He's also going to be there for as many of your appointments as possible, scheduling his commitments for his job around you and leaving early if you need his support. As far as he's concerned, your comfort and wellbeing are his utmost priority and if him being there will help then that means he'll be there for as long as you need him.

Recovery with him at your side is also great. He remembers every instruction the aftercare team gives him and makes sure that he's able to do anything and everything you need. You barely need to raise a pinky before he's off getting you whatever you need.

He also doesn't ever mind giving you massages or keeping you in his arms if it means helping soothe your pain. You're not sure if it's the medication or the fact that it's him here holding you that's making you feel better, but whatever it is it's working and you can't help but be relieved you have such a kind lover at your side to care for you.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader #alhaitham x reader #tighnari x reader

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support-ponies · 8 days

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🐶🐕MOD KIBA!!! ☕🍩

Heyo!!! I am KIBA! You might know me more as Typhwosion! I am she/her but I don’t really care what pronouns ppl use for me. I made this blog to try and make peoples days a bit easier with cute and happy ponies~ I love doggies and coffee and plushies! My favorite ponies are Applejack and Maud and Trixie and I love RariJack💖 I hope I can make your life a bit brighter with my silly drawings~ My husband is Mod Dynamo! Here’s my carrd to all my other socials and here’s all the art i’ve made on this blog. ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა 💖💛💙

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I’m Dynamo and I’m here to support the sweetest girl in the world with some Arty McArt™ and stuff. I like cats, video games, and cheese (not necessarily in that order.) My favorite pony is also Maud. If you like my art, get ready to not see much of it here if ya dare. (And here is all the art he’s made on this blog) ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

And here are all the collab art we’ve done together, Dynamo usually does the sketches for these and I ink and color them.

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MOD MORI

Howdy everypony! I’m one of the new mods, you can call me Mori!

I use He/Him and I’m transmasc + bisexual andddd my favorite ponies of the mane 6 are Fluttershy and Pinkie, though my heart truly lies with Luna. You know how it goes. My sona is named Astral Beryl and I’m hoping to become a geologist and/or voice actor, but for now I draw ponies because… Well I really love to! I hope they can help brighten your day!

Also as a note my art style is going to be… Wildly inconsistent and I apologize beforehand if certain pieces aren’t as nice as others. Such is the way of art and wanting to try new things like drawing more consistently.

o/ Stay hydrated party ponies! Hope to see you around!

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Hello everypony! I’m Pixel, also known as @fruitypieq :3

I use he/they/lun/luna and my ponysona, Night Peak, uses she/he/they. My favorite ponies are Princess Celestia and Princess Cadance, and of course Sunset Shimmer too!

I am not sure what else to put here but I’m very excited to be here, its nice to meet all of you! I’m excited to start drawing your requests and I hope I can help make your day even a little better!

If you enjoy my art you can find more of it on my main blog, or on my art blog, @fruitypieq-art! Have a wonderful day everypony!

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MOD WILLOW

Hiya! I’m Mod Willow! I use any pronouns and so does my ponysona, Cece! I’m intersex, intergender, transmascfem and lesbian. I am currently trying to get into school to become a therapist but art is one of my biggest passions! I love helping and inspiring people so I hope my art can do that for you all <3

I love all the ponies but my very favorite is Princess Luna, and my favorite out of the Mane Six is probably Fluttershy. I’ve been in the fandom for about 12 years and I’m very happy to be contributing to it in any way I can!

Have a lovely day and stay mindful!

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MOD APPLEJACK

Hi everypony, I’m mod applejack! I’m a 22 year old mlp superfan who has a special passion for G1 although all gens have a place in my heart. I love to cook, read, and draw for others. My other special interest besides mlp is beekeeping; I’m actually a certified beekeeper myself! I’m so happy to become a part of this amazing blog and support those who need it<3

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MOD FAELING

Hi all! I’m a new mod here! I go by Fae or Faeling, and my pronouns are she/her. I’m a 30 years young autistic artist who has a love for helping bring positivity to others! ✨

I currently haven’t made my ponysona so it’s still in delvelopment but when it’s done I’ll be sure to edit and add it in this post!

My favourite generation is Gen4 and my favourite MLP is Fluttershy! I love how gentle she is and her love for animals, it matches my personality so well!💕

I am happy to be here, I have a love for drawing positive art, as I do the same on my own social media’s art accounts but not just MLP characters, all sorts of different cartoon and anime characters with positive quotes!

I’ve always wanted to help others in some way and doing things like this has always made my heart feel like I’m doing something good in the world, you all deserve encouraging and positive words to get through your days! 💕

If you end up liking my art, you can always find me at @faelingmagic on tumblr or all my other socials at http://linktr.ee/faelingmagic

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oz00ms2 · 6 months

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I bet Shanks in the Firebug au has asked Firebug to come with him at least several times. Since their departure here is on way different terms than canon (even tough getting to Firebug that it was indeed an accident is probably gonna take a while. But I do believe it would be easier to get trough to him than canon as well) Shanks still holds out a little hope that he can set things right. Firebug holds a dagger to the dreaded redhaired pirates troath and snarls at him for any last words, only for his opponent to grab his arm in a flash and violently twist it behind his own back, managing to pin him to the wall behind him.

If Sharks had any mercy he would kill him quickly, slit his troath, run a sword trough his back, even killing him with his own explosives would be less cruel than him leaning in so close that he can feel Shanks breath against his neck. “Buggy…sail with me again. Let’s see the world like we always said we would when we were kids! The whole grand line is gonna know your name! We’ll have our own ship and our own crew like we’d always wanted and they’d adore you! I’ll let you design all the weapons you can think off! Please Buggy, let’s make Rodger prou-“

The elbow to his stomach hits Shanks hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs completly for a second and Firebug screams loud enough for his ears to ring and it makes avoiding Firebugs frantic stabbing towards him with his holdout weapon a bit of a challenge : “I DON’T NEED CHARITY FROM THE LIKES OF YOU! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ME LIKE YOU STILL KNOW ME!? HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU STILL KNOW ABOUT WHAT I DREAM ABOUT YOU RAT?!”

If Shanks was a merciful man he would have shouted back at Firebug or at least try to reason with him. If he wasn’t as utterly cruel as Firebug knows him to be he maybe would have looked hurt by those accusations, trying to tell him that this is not true, that he still believes in the young boy he knew years ago. Even just looking slightly remorseful would have been better than this. But Shanks doesn’t yell and he doesn’t try to argue, the smug bastards face instead bearing an expression of complete and utter understanding as he says “I see. You have your own dreams now.” Before the oncoming footsteps alert them to more marines coming and Shanks disappears.

Captain Firebug replays that scene over and over in his head. It’s disgusting. Utterly absurd. Sailing with Shanks again. Trading his secure post for a life of danger and uncertainty. Damn Idiot has lost his marbles. Like their time together as kids meant anything. Like the promises between two dumbass kids in the middle of the night mean shit to the world. Like Shanks hanging down from his Hammock and extending his pinkie towards him was akin to a blood pact when he promised him they would be the greatest pirates who ever lived (“The most amazing.” -“The strongest!” -“ The absolute FLASHIEST and COOLEST” “The most feared pirate captain duo in the world!”). It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t…

In the middle of the night, Buggy smothers his face with a pillow to muffle his anguished screams of rage and frustration.

hey anon, real tears in my eyes. 🥺😭💔💕

#one piece #buggy the clown #captain fire bug #buggy au #shuggy #oz answers

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wordbunch · 1 year

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hobbits with a physically affectionate SO

a/n: this is an anon request for Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin with a partner whose love language is physical touch! I literally giggled while writing this, it’s PACKED with absolute fluff, so proceed with caution 🥰😆 let me know how you liked it, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated 💕💕💕

FRODO

I’m pretty sure his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service, so it’s very new to him that someone is just so unabashedly affectionate in a touchy feely way

that’s not to say that he doesn’t like it, he just gets easily flustered and he needs a little bit of time to get 100% comfortable with it

give him a kiss on the cheek in front of somebody else and he will blush furiously and not know where to look

in the beginning you very often ask if it’s alright to hold hands or anything more than that but very quickly he assures you that you don’t have to ask

it’s just so cute when you two walk around arm in arm and chat about whatever, in your own little world

because it’s very subtle and casual but also it is a lovely physical closeness

he soon realizes that he really loves having you close; it feels very comforting and safe

his weakness is when you hold his face in your hands

you especially do that when you’re trying to reassure him about something and he WILL believe your every word

he attempts to braid your hair when you’re just chilling alone somewhere on a meadow, or at least he will run his fingers through it

if you do the same, he will begin to fall asleep

it warms your heart because he can’t completely relax like that with just anybody

if you move your hand away, he will literally grab it and put it back slkdjhslkh

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SAM

ooOO you be making him blush okay!!!

he’s no stranger to physical affection but it just hits different when it’s coming from you

he’s especially weak for when you take his hand IN FRONT OF others because it feels like you’re proud to be with him (who wouldn’t be?!), and he will almost blush - he doesn’t feel like the person who’s worthy of being shown off, but he is so very wrong about that

I think his love language is mostly acts of service so you two are not the same in that regard but he actually really likes the ways that you show him love - it’s very palpable and very real and it’s there

Sam is the number one fan of your hugs and swears that they can cure anything, especially if one of your hands winds up in his honey colored hair

if you notice that he’s feeling down, you’ll just hug him and wrap him up completely and he doesn’t even have to talk in those moments; having you as close as physically possible means the most and it’s like it shields him from the outside world

anyways just shower him with hugs and hand holding and he’ll be happy forever and ever

he will be just a tiny bit salty if he sees you being (platonically ofc!) affectionate to another person, I mean he has something slightly jealous in him, but you grab his face and kiss him and suddenly any bitter feeling has vanished

“do you think I’d kiss anybody else like this?”

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MERRY

kiss kiss kiSS KISS

he loves your kisses and especially surprise kisses and, he wouldn’t admit it, but when you kiss him to shut him up

really he could kiss you a billion times or get a billion kisses from you every day, and it still wouldn’t be too much

I think he’s also decently physically affectionate, but in a bit of a more teasing, playful way

so when you do it genuinely, his legs cut off and his brain just short circuits

Merry absolutely tries to play it off like it doesn’ have that much of an effect on him, but you know him better than that

in reality he’s absolutely wrapped around your pinky finger and you need to as much as brush a finger against his arm, for him to just forget what he was thinking about

why do I feel like he would really enjoy affectionate biting, like a friendly nibble on the shoulder when you’re both sitting down next to each other

at first he bursts out laughing but then he’s like “...you can do that again”

if you hug him from behind, he will gladly hoist you up and give you a piggyback ride

ANYTHING to make you laugh and smile

him absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers and yes he IS listening to you…but your hands are so soft and so nice for holding and-

he’s definitely a bit of a showoff and his eyes will go wide if you pull him closer in public or especially if you kiss him

he loves doing that too but it’s a thousand times better if you’re the one who initiates it because he is actually A Baby

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PIPPIN

oh he eats that right up ALRIGHT

absolutely LOVES that you’re so physically affectionate and he enjoys always having you close

thinks you’re too amazing to be true and wants to be sure that you’re really real and really there

if the two of you don’t have at least pinky fingers interlocked, something must be very wrong

he is the number one fan of both giving and receiving surprise hugs and kisses

if he could cuddle with you 24/7 he would do it without hesitation

he will happily be the little spoon as well

one of my headcanons is that he’s cold 80% of the time so your physical closeness is beneficial in more ways than one

if, God forbid, one of you moves away in your sleep, you will find your way back to each other

you playfully ruffle his hair

once you find out that Pippin is extremely ticklish, it’s over for him lmao

he loves to dance with you, doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad or slightly off beat and silly, it’s a perfect excuse to have you nearby and actually in a very fun way

he blushes easily and will blush furiously if you give him a proper kiss

he looks nearly hypnotized when you pull away

forehead touch forehead touch FOREHEAD TOUCH

when you lean your head on his shoulder, he’s filled with an overwhelming mix of pride and protectiveness

basically, every bit of affection that you give him, he gladly returns, just as much if not even more

💞

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sorrowfulrosebud · 4 days

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How does omega Kiri deal with being an omega and trying to maintain his mainly image?

We all know the poor boi would need all the reassurance and cuddles, and yall better be willing to comfort him to the moon and back!

HELLO MY LOVELY!!!!!!!

ఌOmega Kiri hated himself in middle school fr fr, poor baby was so unhappy with his cowardice that he partly blamed his secondary gender. After character development™️ tho, he soon realises that he can be a kickass hero no matter what 😎.

ఌI think he still definitely wears scent patches, only because he knows he releases a strong scent, especially when training or doing hero work. He’s grown to love and accept everything about his secondary gender, this is just so he doesn’t make others feel uncomfortable with his scent (respectful king 😤😤).

ఌWhile he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s an omega, he doesn’t go out of his way to talk about it. He isn’t embarrassed, he just doesn’t think that him being an omega should relate to his abilities as a hero or a man.

ఌ This absolute cutie CANNOT hide his purrs for the life of him. Anything and everything sets him off. Cat videos? He’s purring along with the cats. Sweet compliments? His cheeks are pink and his chest is rumbling. A civilian thanks him for saving them? Any omega around him is purring along with him.

ఌ He requires his daily cuddles to function. His omega chirps at him for cuddles as soon as he wakes up until as soon as he gets them. Even minimal physical contact like looping pinkies is enough to satiate him, he just loves his alpha 🥺🥰💕

ఌ Kiri loves loves LOVES group cuddle sessions!!! Kiri uses any excuse to get bundled up with the Bakusquad and have sweet dreams 🥰 slotting himself amongst his fellow omegas (Denki and Katsuki) and having the three alphas of the group sandwich them in a group cuddle (Sero, Mina and you).

ఌ He adores being scented!!!! He loves how intimate it is to bare his neck in submission for you, to be soaked in your scent.

ఌ When it comes to his heat, that’s when he’s most vulnerable. He usually doesn’t care for toxic masculinity bullshit, but it feels different to him as an omega in heat.

ఌ He needs to be held nearly EVERY second of his heat. Whether that’s pinky/finger holding, his face buried in your neck, your fingers in his hair, he doesn’t care. He loves the closeness and if he could, he’d scoop out your organs and live in your ribs.

ఌ Kiri lives for praise. Being called a good, sweet omega makes his cheeks go almost as red as his hair. He loves sitting with his head on your chest, purring and chirping away as you coo praises to him.

#🥀 rambles #omega kirishima x reader #omega kirishima #I LOVE HIM RAHHHHH #omega eijiro #omega kirishima fluff #omega kirishima x reader fluff #kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader fluff #bnha x reader #bnha x reader fluff

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s3lcth · 11 months

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The way back to you

pairing: myung jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff, a little of angst

n/a: so here it issss!!! it turned out pretty long hshahakak. i hope u like ittt!!! 💕💕

"I'm telling you that school's about to be the end of me, and all you can think of is inviting me to a damn study group?!" Leehan groaned at his best friend's proposal "The afternoon is for resting, right Yn?"

"Yeah, but if you used it to study a bit it wouldn't be a big deal" you opined as you sipped some of your juice. "Try not to fail so many this term, come on."

"You don't understand" he complained, offended "I don't want to be your friend any more".

"As you wish" replied Taesan dryly.

"Well, better not" he rectified himself, grabbing your arm.

"Anyways, see you later, little guys" you said goodbye, ruffling both boys' hair.

"Just because you're a year older than us doesn't make you taller, you know" Leehan defended.

"Shut up, I'm five foot seven, I'm the tallest in my class" you pleaded, making a seven with your hands.

"Yeah, whatever you say" and Taesan pushed you into your class.

As you walked in, your eyes darted to your seat, which was occupied by someone else resting their head on the window. You thought about saying something to him, but let it pass. It was the first day of term and they would still have to change places.

"Yn!" you heard your name being shouted "Why the hell haven't I seen your face all holiday?" exclaimed one of your friends.

"You know my law" you announced, responding to your friend's hug "Holidays are for resting and school is for suffering"

"Well, you could have at least not left me and the rest of us stranded" and when you were about to speak, she interrupted you "And don't tell me it's for your health" then, the girl walked towards a free seat.

When the class started, the first thing the teacher did was to change the seats.

Your friend was placed next to a short-haired girl and you next to the boy who had stolen your seat.

"Hello" you greeted him "I'm Yn".

"Hi" he replied with a shy, but at the same time big, smile "I'm Myung Jaehyun" Myung Jaehyun. For several seconds, his name kept repeating over and over in your head. It was him. There he was, after so long.

For a while, his eyes only looked at you I amusement.

"No way... It's really you?" he whispered, his eyes wide as saucers "You remember me, don't you? Don't you?" he exclaimed, excited.

"Of course I remember you, Jaehyun. How could I forget you?" you said with a smile identical to his. "What are you doing here... How come...?"

"You two in the back, be quiet!" a teacher shouted at you. You both fell silent, giggling under your breath.

The class soon began. It was merely introductory: the teacher introduced himself, talked about what he was going to teach during the course, and then had you introduce yourself to the class. You were rather absent for the whole hour, exchanging glances with your deskmate from time to time, until it was time for him to introduce himself.

"Hello, my name is Myung Jaehyun. I'm new to Seoul and my hobbies are sports, especially football. I also like dogs very much." His presentation was brief, but it reminded you of some of the childhood moments you spent with him.

......

"Jae, your mom says let's go home!" you shouted to him from the side of the small football field in your village, where he played with other children. You never liked football, so you usually stayed on the side playing basketball.

"But it's still too early!" he protested, although he was walking towards you. "I'll race you to my house, whoever wins has to buy the other a lemon candy tomorrow" he bet, before running off. You didn't take long to follow him either, but Jaehyun was always faster.

"Someday I'll beat you.... Someday" you swore, panting, leaning against the door of your house.

"Pinky promise?" he asked, showing his little finger.

"Pinky promise" you assured.

......

After school was over, you rushed to the bathroom. When you came back, you found Jaehyun at the door, talking to your two friends.

"Speaking of the devil..." whispered Taesan, waving to you. You walked over to where everyone was standing.

"We were talking about going out this afternoon, have you already started the academy, Yn?" Leehan questioned.

"I'm starting today, but I'm leaving earlier. I think around six" you reported, walking into class to get your backpack.

"So... How about we meet at the football field near your academy?" suggested Leehan, in a somewhat excited tone. If one thing was clear to you from so many years of friendship, it was that the boy loved meeting new people and befriending them, so you weren't opposed to the idea, in fact, you were even looking forward to it.

"Fine by me" said Taesan, scrolling down his phone.

"If you want to..." you commented, as you didn't really care what they were going to do. What you wanted was to be with Jaehyun, to know why he was here, what had become of his life.

Suddenly, you all looked at the young boy, who seemed lost in thought.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" asked Leehan, snapping his fingers in your friend's face.

"Me? Eh... Sure! Anywhere's fine. I'm not quite settled yet, you know..." he explained, scratching the back of his neck, smiling. Oh, that smile.

"In that case, have Yn give you the address of his academy and the two of you go there together, right?" proposed Taesan, with a small sideways smile. "After all, the two of you already knew each other before."

Jaehyun and you looked at each other, small smiles escaping your mouths. "Sure" you said.

......

"If I don't try harder this year, I'm going to fail everything!" your friend complained, leaning her head on your shoulder. How come all your friends were failing?

"It's the last year, what can you do..." you comforted her, patting her head. In the distance, you saw someone look sideways, probably looking for you.

"Oh, here you are!" he exclaimed when he saw you. It was Jaehyun, who came running up to your side as you waved goodbye to your friend.

"Shall we go?" you proposed, trying to hide your excitement. He nodded his head, signalling for you to pass in front of him.

On the way you talked about everything. You found out that he was in Seoul because his father had been promoted in his job, which made you very happy, as you remembered that, when you still lived in the village, his family had a hard time making ends meet.

When you arrived at the field, you saw your friend's mouth drop open in amazement. Although it wasn't the biggest, it was much bigger than the one in your village.

"Are you telling me this is a public facility?" he asked, surprised, hesitating whether or not to enter.

"If it were private, they'd all be there?" you pointed to your two friends and your brother, who must have joined them at some point "Come on in" you offered, giving him a little push in the back.

From afar, you watched as Leehan waved his arm to greet Jaehyun. He walked over to them, who started playing on a patch of field, while you were in the bleachers, until you decided to go for a basketball. You put on your headphones and started practising your shots, as you had a tournament coming up and it wouldn't hurt to practise.

Suddenly, you noticed someone hugging you from behind. Startled, you looked back at Jaehyun, who had stolen your headphones. They were playing 'Will you kiss me' by Playful kiss.

"Do you still listen to this song" questioned the boy grabbing the ball that you had dropped from the scare. " Wanna play?" he offered.

"And the rest of them?" you nodded your head towards where they were.

"Never mind, they're resting" he clarified, passing you the ball.

......

You were humming your favourite Playful Kiss song while playing basketball, when your ball escaped and hit the light blue radio resting on the floor.

"There you are!" shouted a small Jaehyun in the distance. You turned to him, ball in hand. "Are you done playing, Jae?" confused, you asked. Suddenly, the boy grabbed you from behind to take the ball, starting to bounce it.

"Wanna play?" he offered, passing you the ball. "Whoever loses has to buy the other one a lemon candy."

Getting carried away by the competitiveness, you played against him, although he ended up winning.

"Someday I'll beat you" you vowed, taking your ball back.

"Pinky promise?

"Pinky promise" you assured, interlocking both fingers.

......

It had been several days since Jaehyun's arrival in the city and you couldn't be happier. You were together almost every day with the others. But there was something that didn't quite fit.

Every time he gave you a smile, yours came out without a thought. His unintentional touches on your hand when you walked side by side made your cheeks turn pink. When he opened a door for you or when he shared his food with you, your stomach seemed to want to escape from inside you.

And you didn't want to accept what you felt. You didn't want to ruin what had just re-formed between the two of you over a useless feeling. That's why you tried to let it go, until that day came.

It was a hot summer afternoon and the amount of clouds in the sky ensured a storm, yet your group of friends decided to go out and play on the football field for a while.

This time, Jaehyun played basketball with you all afternoon, which was not beneficial to your plan to end your apparent feelings for him.

Suddenly, you noticed a drop fall on your face. Then another, another, another... And a great storm formed under your heads.

Taesan, Leehan and Sunho took shelter under the bleachers and, as you were about to follow them, Jaehyun grabbed your arm and pulled you, making you run after him unconsciously.

Both your bodies were covered in water from head to toe, but it didn't seem to matter. Holding hands, you and your friend ran aimlessly through the city, your laughter the only thing that could be heard. Suddenly, Jaehyun stops.

"I'll race you, whoever wins has to buy the other a lemon candy," he said, as if you had suddenly gone back in time. Then he ran off. But this time something different happened. You won.

"You kept your promise, I guess I'll have to buy it this time," sighed Jaehyun, feigning annoyance.

When he gave it to you, you quickly popped it in your mouth. "It tastes like victory" you thought.

"There's one thing I've always wondered," you began, "why do you like lemon candy so much?" he smirked.

"Because they remind me of you" you looked at him confused "They produce a bitter sensation at first, but then it's so sweet, they're refreshing and, most importantly, I love them" He looked straight into your eyes, then, he and directed his gaze to your lips, then to your eyes again.

He gently placed the palm of his hand on your cheek, still wet from the rain. Slowly he brought his face closer to yours, when an unexpected gust of wind blew all your hair into your face. He let out a little chuckle, as you felt the ground fall away from you in embarrassment.

"Wait... Let me just..." He whispered as he put your hair back in place "We're good now, can I?" you just nodded, letting yourself get caught up in the moment. At that time your plan was a thousand miles away.

His lips were soft and savoured the taste of the candy you had just eaten. One of his hands was still on your cheek while the other rested loosely on your waist. Your hand went up to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair; the other was on his chest.

As soon as you parted, Jaehyun hid his head in the crook of your neck, hugging you while smelling your scent, which was more wet than anything else.

"I love you so much, you can't imagine how this years without you have been" he said, keeping his head in the same place. You started rubbing his back up and down.

"I love you too, Jae" you said that in a really soft whisper "I mean it, I don't think I can ever let you go again" you lifted his face with both your hands, his watery eyes looked at you as if he could see your soul, and in a way he did. You ran your hand through his hair, uncovering his forehead to leave one more peck there. He coughed, suddenly feeling nervous, cheeks on fire.

"Well... Don't you think the rest of them are looking for us?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah,I think so, come on" you ordered, taking his hand as you laughed.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Okay, so You Belong with Me is one of my all-time favorite fics of yours. I could read it a million times and never get bored. For your 2k celebration, could you an angst-to-fluff piece in that AU based on "Hesitate" by Jonas Brothers? Maybe Reader and Eddie are both dealing with anxiety, and get into an argument, and Eddie sings that to her to apologize?

Love you beyond words, bb! I am so freakin proud of you - @munson-blurbs 💚

You know just how to get to my heart, don't you? The Jonas Brothers are my original and forever loves and the fact that you love them like I do makes me so happy. Thanks for sending this in 💕

In the same universe as You Belong With Me

Words: 4.4k

Join my 2k celebration

Being with Eddie was like a dream. It was even better than you imagined those years you’d had a crush on him, never speaking a word of your deeper feelings. He was chivalrous, romantic, sexy, hilarious. Just purely Eddie. But lately, there’s been a tension between the two of you. Neither of you is sure when it started and neither of you has spoken about it.

Eddie feels like you’ve been snapping at him lately and you feel like he’s been pulling away from you. Even your friends have noticed that not everything is sunshine and rainbows between the two of you. But when Robin and Nancy ask if everything is okay, you assure them everything is fine. You know you’re lying, but you don’t want to talk about it. You know what the real problem is and talking about it with your friends won’t help. That’s what you think, anyway.

College had always been a part of your plan but the reality of all that it would entail – like leaving Hawkins – didn’t hit until you were holding the acceptance letter in your hand. If you and Eddie really thought about it, you’d both be able to trace the start of the friction to that moment.

You’ve got your earbuds in, laying on the old picnic table in the woods, when one bud gets yanked out of your ear. Head shooting to the side, you see Eddie pop the headphone in his ear and he pulls himself up to lay next to you.

“What’re we listening to, hmm?” He lets his eyes slip closed and rests his hands on his tummy as he listens. You’re watching him, waiting for it. Eddie’s face pinches up, nose wrinkling, and it makes you giggle. “How can you be a metal fan and increasingly love pop music so much?”

“I’m allowed to have varied tastes,” you say. “I don’t make you listen to it.”

“And I thank you for that.” But he hasn’t taken the earbud out. “Is this, uh, don’t tell me… Jonas Brothers?”

“Correct!”

“I remember because I kept laughing at them naming their song ‘Sucker.’”

“My boyfriend is so mature,” you say with a sigh. “Don’t forget that you know who Joe Jonas is married to.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a scoff. “Because he’s married to the fucking Queen of the North.”

Arching an eyebrow at him, you offer up a pinkie.

“Your hall pass can be Sophie Turner if mine can be Joe Jonas?”

“Deal,” Eddie says, linking his pinkie with yours. “Wanna go get some pizza?”

“Can’t. Gotta study for my biology test tomorrow,” you say.

“I can help you with biology,” Eddie says with a smirk. He turns on his side and drapes his arm across your hips, making you roll your eyes.

“I can’t fuck you on my desk for an A.”

“Maybe not. But we should try, just to make sure.” He presses kisses along your neck and you know you’ll get sucked in, so you push yourself off the table, plucking your earbud from Eddie’s ear. He frowns and pushes himself up on his elbows.

“Can I help you study at least?” he asks.

“No, Eddie.” It’s harsher than you intended.

You miss Eddie’s wince as you bend down to pick up your backpack. Studying never happens when Eddie comes over to try and help. Books aren’t being opened, your legs are.

“Okay,” Eddie says, pushing himself off the table.

“Do you want to go get pizza tomorrow?” you ask as you sling your backpack on.

“Can’t,” Eddie says without looking at you. “Hellfire.”

“When should we then?” you ask.

He turns to face you but doesn’t meet your eyes. Putting his hands on his hips, he gives you a shrug.

“Don’t know. We’ll find a time, I guess. Good luck studying.”

Eddie comes over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before walking away.

The next week, you show up to Eddie’s place on Saturday afternoon just as Wayne is heading out to go fishing.

“He’s in his room, darlin’,” Wayne says with a wink, not even bothering with a hello first.

“Thanks! Hope the biting’s good at the lake,” you say.

The sound of Eddie strumming on his guitar floats down the hallway, and the tune sounds familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“Hey, you,” you say as you walk into the room. He stops playing his guitar and sets it aside as you sit down across from him on the bed.

“Hey,” Eddie says. “What’s up?”

You shrug and lean forward to play with the fraying threads on the cuffs of his jeans.

“Just missed you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

His response makes you frown. He didn’t have to say that he missed you too, but it was something he’d say to you even if he went out for a smoke break for five minutes.

“What were you just playing?” you ask.

“Just messing around,” Eddie says, shrugging it off. “Have any requests?”

“Nah.” You scoot up until you're next to him and lay down, resting your head on his pillow. Eddie lays back as well and situates himself so his head is resting on your chest. You wrap your arms around him and press a kiss into his hair, giggling when his hair tickles your nose.

“Sing to me?” Eddie asks. It’s something he asks when the two of you are lying in his bed all the time, you’re just usually about to go to sleep. Eddie always says he feels calmer when you sing to him, so you’re worried something is up.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm,” he hums. “Just wanna hear you.”

Stealing your boyfriend’s signature move, you poke your tongue out of your lips as you think of what to sing. A song that the two of you always scream out together when it comes on the radio pops in your head. With a smile, you lick over your lips before pulling your tongue back in your mouth.

She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry

Eddie slips his eyes closed, a content smile on his face. His grip tightens around your middle as he nuzzles his face against your chest. Once you’ve finished Sweet Child O’ Mine, you’re unsure if Eddie is awake or not.

“Another?” Eddie asks quietly, proving he’s still conscious. You furrow your brow though, now more concerned something is bothering him.

“Are you sure you're okay, baby?”

“M’fine.” His voice wavers though, and you’re not buying it.

“Maybe I’ll sing a little later. You wanna talk? Or maybe get high?” He’ll definitely talk to you about what’s bothering him if he’s got some pot in his system.

“Why, practicing for college?” It’s quiet because his face is in your boobs, but you can still hear it.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he says with a sigh.

“No, no,” you say, pushing him off of you so you can sit up. “What do you mean? Why would me getting high be practicing for college? You and I get high all the time.”

Eddie lets out another sigh as he pushes himself to sit up. He runs his hands over his hair before turning to look at you.

“Really, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just you’re probably going to get high when you go off to college.”

“Am I allowed?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. “Or is it only okay if I smoke with you?”

“You want to smoke with other people? Go ahead, be my guest.”

“Eddie, you want to say something to me? Fucking say it.”

“There’s nothing to fucking say! I don’t recognize who you are anymore! You’re pushing me away one minute and the next you’re begging to be closer to me! My head’s on a constant swivel and my neck is about to break!”

Pushing yourself off the bed, you glare at Eddie, jaw dropped at his outburst. You’d known something was wrong, but he’s never shouted at you like that before. Torn between breaking into tears and screaming back, you’re not proud to choose the latter.

“Sorry I actually want to graduate and not just fuck you every time we’re together! I have responsibilities— I just choose not to ignore them!”

“You going to remember those responsibilities when you go off to college? Or are you just going to fuck around getting high or drunk with whatever assholes are throwing a party?”

At a loss for words, your hands come up to your hair, nails digging into your scalp.

“Who do you think I am?” you finally yell back. “You?”

Now Eddie climbs off the bed, resting his hands on his hips as he scoffs at you.

“Real nice,” he says. “Calling me a fuck up now, huh?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You might as well have!”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!” You throw your hands in the air, anger boiling your blood to the point of steam. “You’re driving me up the damn wall! You’re not a fuck up. You’re my boyfriend and I love you.”

It doesn’t sound very loving when you scream it at him, but you can’t bring yourself to lower your volume.

“Funny way of showing it.” Eddie’s voice has calmed a bit as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Yeah?” you ask, raising your eyebrows, tone also lowered now. “Coming by just to see you? Singing to you? Knowing you well enough to know something’s wrong? Even when you won’t admit to it? Offering to get high with you because I knew it would calm you down? Which part, Eddie?”

He rubs his hands over his face, groaning against his palms.

“Babe, I hate arguing with you,” Eddie says with a sigh.

Nodding in agreement, you slip your hands into your back pockets. You glance up at him under your eyelashes, his big doe eyes softening your heart.

“Me too,” you say. Slowly, you sit back down on his bed and hold your hand out to him. “Do you want me to sing? I’ll sing whatever you want.”

Eddie gives you a small, strained smile and shakes his head. But he does sit back down next to you on the bed. You pat your lap and Eddie lays back, head resting against your thighs. As if on instinct, your hands go to his hair, playing with the curls and gently scratching at his scalp. His eyes slip closed, and a genuine smile comes to his face this time. It’s your favorite sight in the world.

“We can get high if you want,” Eddie offers.

“I’m okay,” you say, wrapping a curl around a finger. “Sleepy, baby?”

“A little.”

“Okay.” You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. “Take a nap, baby. We’ll go get pizza for dinner, yeah?”

But he’s already asleep.

There’s no reason for your music to be turned up so loud since you’re the only one home. It’s an attempt to drown out the thoughts in your brain, forcing the blaring pop music to invade your system so you can’t think about anything else. Sitting up against your headboard, your arms are wrapped around your knees that are pulled up to your chest. Head resting on your knees, face down and eyes closed, you try to slow your heart rate to the beat of the slow ballad.

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump, head snapping up so fast you’re sure you’ve given yourself whiplash. Eyes wide in fear and attempt to slow your heart now futile, you take in your boyfriend standing in front of you with his hands held up in front of him. A long sigh of relief leaves you and you give your muscles permission to unclench.

Eddie reaches over and flips off your Bluetooth speaker before sitting down next to you on the bed.

“What’s with the shitty music?” he asks. It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back, though. Emotions have been building and building and Eddie’s dig at one of your favorite bands is what makes your temper bubble over.

“It’s not shit!” you shout, standing up from your bed. Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, and you just keep going. “Just because something isn’t metal music doesn’t mean it’s bad! I like listening to the Jonas Brothers!”

“Jesus, calm down,” Eddie says. “What’s your problem?”

Wringing your hands together, you start pacing back and forth, needing to work off some nervous energy. Eddie’s eyes go back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match as you stride from wall to wall in your room.

“Why are you sneaking up on me?” you snap.

“Hey, I knocked on the front door,” Eddie says, frown pinching his face. “A lot. But I could hear your music from outside and it was so loud you didn’t even hear me walk into your fucking room.”

Running your hands over your hair, you let out a loud groan and stop your pacing. Part of you knows it’s not fair to take out your foul mood on Eddie, but the anxiety-riddled part of you has cracked and it feels like you can’t control it. When Eddie sees the tears brimming in your eyes, his annoyance dissipates a little and concern floods his features.

“Hey, hey.” He stands up from your bed and comes over to you, resting his hands on your shoulders. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Your face crumples and you slide down to the floor, Eddie following right alongside you.

“Hey, come on, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Why don’t you tell me?” you say between shallow breaths.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Eddie asks. He brings his hands up to rub calming circles in the middle of your back.

Everything is too much. All the anxiety building up, the way Eddie’s pulling away, the fear of losing him, the fear of leaving your home. The crack is unavoidable, and you feel yourself splitting open. The dam breaks and tears flood down your face, sobs wracking your body, and Eddie looks scared as hell.

It takes him a minute to come out of his shock at the sudden outburst before he wraps his arms around your trembling frame, tucking your head underneath his chin, and rubbing up and down your arm in his best attempt to soothe.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says. “You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

“No, it’s not,” you cry, turning to bury your face in his shirt. “It’s not okay.”

He can barely hear your words over the muffling from his body, but he makes out enough to understand, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and holding you tighter.

“What’s not okay?” When you don’t answer, and just keep crying, he feels the tears start to build behind his own eyes. If you going away to college was going to break his heart, seeing you like this came in a very close second. “Tell me, baby. Come on, talk to me.”

“Y-You’re gonna forget about me.” It comes out as a whimper and Eddie’s sure he couldn’t have heard you right. Between the crying and your head being in his chest, he knows he must’ve misheard.

“What?” He pulls back, only slightly, so he can hear you better. “What did you say?”

“When I go to college,” you say between sniffles. “You’re going to forget all about me.”

Eddie’s stunned speechless. The fact that the thought would ever cross your mind at all has him frozen to the spot, staring at you like you’ve just spoken to him in Russian.

“That’s impossible,” Eddie says when he’s able to. “Where the hell would you get that idea from?”

“Because.”

The tears are still streaming down and Eddie wipes as many away as he can, even leaning in to kiss a few away, but he thinks he’d need to whip off his shirt to dry them all. This was the most he’d ever seen you cry, and it was absolutely breaking him. And it was because you thought he’d forget about you? He couldn’t make it make sense in his mind.

“B-Because,” you continue. “I’m not gonna be h-here and you’ll meet another girl. Someone p-prettier or m-more fun.”

“Holy shit, baby, no,” Eddie says. He moves so he’s sitting with his back against your bedroom wall, and he pulls you into his lap, your exhausted muscles letting him move you where he wants. “First of all, there is no one prettier or more fun than you. Second of all, I’m scared of just the opposite.”

His voice became quieter at that last sentence, and you pick up your head to look at him.

“What? What’re you s-scared of?”

“You forgetting about me.” The tears that are brimming in his eyes feel like they’re drowning you as you take in his pained face. “You’re going to get out of this hellhole and meet some guy who’s smarter or more successful than me. Why the hell would you stay with me if you could be with someone like that?”

Using the sleeves of your sweatshirt you wipe off your face as you situate yourself so you’re straddling Eddie’s lap.

“S’that why I’ve felt like you were pulling away from me?” you ask in a small voice.

Eddie’s sigh is filled with guilt, knowing that’s what it must have seemed like to you. It was never his intention, but in retrospect, it makes sense that you think that.

“I guess so,” he admits, hands coming to rest on your hips. “I didn’t mean it to seem like that, sweetheart. I promise.”

You nod your head and wipe your nose off on your sleeve. It had never crossed your mind that Eddie might be scared, too. You’ve been so wrapped up in your own anxiety that you didn’t even notice his.

“Eddie, I could never forget about you. I could never want someone else.” A tear slips down his cheek and you brush it away with your thumb. “And I hate that you never give yourself enough credit. You are smart. You are successful. You already have a real job lined up for after we graduate, for God’s sake. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15, remember? You think being a few states away is suddenly going to change that? No way.”

“And you think you being a few states away is going to make me suddenly not love you?” he questions, making you hang your head.

“You’re right,” you admit. I should’ve given you more credit. I’m sorry.”

“M’sorry too.” He tugs you in and presses a sweet kiss against your lips.

“And I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass,” you say, moving some of Eddie’s hair out of his face. “I know I’ve been all over the place. I’ve never had anxiety this bad before, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You didn’t deserve it.”

“We’re both sorry and we’re both forgiven, yeah?” Eddie asks, resting his forehead against yours and you nod against him in agreement.

Both of you know the anxieties are still there. Fears are stubborn and persistent things and even when you rationalize to yourself why they shouldn’t bother you, they still do. Logic does not apply sometimes. But now that you’re both open about how you’re feeling, it’s easier to reassure one another to take away as much of the worry as possible. Communication was always pretty good between you and Eddie, barring this instance, so you feel safe in assuming you’ll be able to get through it together.

“We’ll get through this, baby,” Eddie says as he rubs his hands up and down your thighs. “Just tell me how you’re feeling from now on, okay? And I promise I’ll do the same.”

“Promise,” you say. “We’re good at working things out together.”

“Exactly.” Eddie leans in and gives you a slow, soft kiss.

“You have a show to get ready for, Mister,” you say, patting your hands against his chest.

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods his head. His thumbs stroke over your hips and he shows no inclination to move, though.

“You’re coming, right?”

“Have I ever missed a show?” You wrap your arms around his neck and press your nose against his. “I’d be a bad groupie if I did. So, I’ll be there. Front row.”

“Want to get some pizza after the show?”

“That sounds perfect,” you say.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The table right in front of the stage at The Hideout is as close as you could get without actually being on the stage. It’s your favorite because you can see every vibration in Eddie’s guitar strings and every bead of sweat that drips from his hair. You’re surrounded by your friends at the table today; Nancy, Robin, and Steve. Luckily, your face was no longer puffy by the time you met up with them, so you didn’t have to make any excuses.

Corroded Coffin’s set is something you know by heart, but that’s never taken any of the joy out of it as you sing along and dance in your seat. You’re probably the only person in the whole crowd who knows every single lyric, and that makes you proud.

What’s usually the last song of the show finishes and you’re prepared to stand up and cheer as they take their bows, but the lights never dim, and Eddie doesn’t take a step away from the microphone. In fact, he adjusts the mic and looks over his shoulder at his friends, who all give him a nod.

“Uh, thank you, everyone,” Eddie says to the crowd. “We’ve got one more song tonight. It’s not one of our usuals or something we’ve ever played before, actually.”

A frown pinches your face as you listen to him. He doesn’t meet your eyes, but that could just be because the lights are too much in his face.

“But, um, we worked hard to learn it and I wanted to play it for my special girl.” Your heart jumps into your throat as he looks down and locks gazes with you. Eddie’s dedicated songs to you before, but he’d always told you before they went on stage, never announcing it out to the whole club. “She doesn’t always realize how special she is or how much I love her. But I hope my singing this song helps with that a little bit.”

There’s a playful smirk on Eddie’s face as he throws you a wink. You’re confused until you hear the opening notes of the song.

Kiss the tears right off your face

Won't get scared, that's the old, old, old me

I'll be there, time and place

Lay it on me, all you're hold, hold, holding

Never in your life did you think you’d hear Eddie play a Jonas Brothers song. Not even in private, let alone at a Corroded Coffin show in front of dozens of people. Without a doubt in your heart, you know he’d only do this for you.

Time, time only heals if we work through it now

And I promise we'll figure this out

Tears flood your eyes, but it’s for a completely different reason than it’s been for lately. Seeing your beloved metal head singing a slow pop ballad tickled something inside of you though, causing you to let out a small giggle in between the tears.

I will take your pain

And put it on my heart

I won't hesitate

Just tell me where to start

I thank the oceans for giving me you

You saved me once and now I'll save you too

I won't hesitate for you

Robin slips her arm around your shoulders and gives you a squeeze. You lean into her, eyes never once leaving Eddie. The golden spotlight on him makes him look like an angel, taking your breath away.

Don't you ever say goodbye

Cross my heart, and you can keep, keep, keep mine

If I could only read your mind

Then I could map out all the ways to make it right

Eddie closes his eyes as he continues singing, and to anyone else it might look like he’s just getting into the music, but you can tell it’s because he’s getting emotional. It chokes you up, seeing him this way.

Time, time only heals if we work through it now

I, I promise we'll figure this out

I will take your pain

And put it on my heart

I won't hesitate

Just tell me where to start

I thank the oceans for giving me you

You saved me once and now I'll save you too

I won't hesitate for you

Corroded Coffin may have had a pretty full show that night and you may have been surrounded by your friends, but when Eddie opens his eyes and looks at you, you’re the only two in the room.

Pull me close and I'll hold you tight

Don't be scared 'cause I'm on your side

Know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you

Pull me close and I'll hold you tight

Don't be scared 'cause I'm on your side

Know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you

You’re transfixed as you watch him finish up the song. Though you’ve been in love with Eddie for as long as you’ve known him, you don’t think your heart has ever been this full of him before. The love feels like it’s going to spill over into your lungs, there’s so much of it.

I will take your pain

And put it on my heart

I won't hesitate

Just tell me where to start

I thank the oceans for giving me you

You saved me once and I'll save you too

I won't hesitate for you

The moment the last note ends, you jump out of your seat and applaud, making Eddie grin as he looks down at you. He slips his guitar off of his shoulders and kneels down, placing it on the stage next to him. You take a step closer, and he cups your face in his hands, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you as hungrily as he is lovingly.

“How was that?” Eddie whispers once he pulls back.

“I think you could join the Jonas Brothers,” you say.

“Would I be your favorite member?”

“You’re already my favorite everything.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

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tortoisebore · 2 months

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snippet saturday/sunday/monday ✨

ty for the tag @kaaaaaaarf!! i am #1 museum stan!!

here’s a big chunk of the end of ch. 10 (it’s first draft atm have mercy) 💖🤲💗🫶💖💕

“I don’t want to be forced out because I got injured, or because I phased out of competitions, or couldn’t keep up anymore, you know?” He raised one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I want to be done on my terms this time.”

Remus nodded, idly circling the pruney pads of Sirius’ fingers with his thumb, admiring the way the scalding water had tinged his skin a beautiful, barely-there pink. “That makes sense.” He looked up again to find Sirius watching him peculiarly, a delightful, almost disbelieving smile pulling at his lips. “What?”

Sirius sighed and shook his head, resting his chin on his hand against the slippery edge of the tub. “You always say I make sense.”

“That’s because you do.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“Well, I know you,” Remus offered, “and I know where you’re coming from, at least most of the time. So I think you make perfect sense.”

Something soft flitted its way across Sirius’ face and he glanced down, brushed his pinkie finger back and forth against Remus’ own, and looped them together so gently that Remus’ heart tugged. “You do know me, you know,” he said quietly, like it was a secret—something to be kept safe within those few inches of humid air between them.

“Yeah?”

He hummed, tilted his head to the side, and let his eyes roam languidly across Remus’ face. “I think you might know me better than anyone.”

#tag game!!!#hey sharpshooter #they’re being gross and sappy again someone contact the authorities

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luveline · 7 months

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Hi! I just read Prince steve's shot of the steampunk au and god, I loved it. I saw below it said you could make a request for it, so I wanted to know if you could do one about the how they met. I know it's mentioned, but I'd like to see what it was like at the time, if it's not too much trouble.

PS: qmo how you write, you are one of my role models 💕.

prince!steve au ♡ fem, 1.1k

Young people stand like dominoes in the sun, teetering, waiting to topple in on one another if given reason. Nine days of bated breath, the city waits in a ramping anticipation for Prince Steven to meet his soulmate.

You're almost hoping it isn't you so you can go home and rest your aching legs. Hours in the warm summer air, your worst dress sticking to the back of your clammy knees. You're not fit to meet the Prince. But… if you meet the Prince, and you were to somehow be his soulmate, you'd live an easy life.

You'd live in a Palace, wear the finest clothes, eat the nicest foods (three times a day!). You could spend your days lounging under crystal chandeliers eating plates of fruit and expensive cheeses, air-conditioned and always smelling of vanilla, or sandalwood, or saffron. You've never tried saffron perfume, but it's the most expensive at the apothecary.

The line mills shorter. You follow close to the heels of a girl dressed in better finery, a cherry red dress that looks like it's made of thin sheets of glass, her dark hair coiled in sweet cherubic curls at the back of her neck. They bounce with every step you take closer to the pedestal. You attach your attention to them, following the winding twist of them to the root over and over.

You want very badly to be the Prince's soulmate. You'd be stupid not to want such luxury. But letting yourself believe that it's you out of the tens of thousands of eligible young people is asking to feel disheartened.

You convince yourself for the millionth time that it's not you as you follow the line inside of the royal gardens. Trees with weeping branches arc inward, their leaves kissing and sunlight dappled onto the people below. You feel it warming your skin as you take the final stretch.

Apparently, for the King's soulmate search, he simply held out his arm and let women touch the inside of his palm with their pinky finger. He did this for two days. Prince Steven's search is taking much longer, as he's insisted on greeting and shaking the hands of everyone who's presented themselves.

You wonder what that might feel like. He's a super pretty man, with exactly the sort of smile a Prince might hope to have. Whenever you see him on the holo screens you feel sick, wanting desperately to remain indifferent to him, but knowing you're just like every other silly young person in the kingdom. You want to be a special perfect royal. You want to take his hand and leave behind your disappointing life.

Too bad it's a fantasy.

"Next, please," says a young woman with red hair, looking at you pointedly.

You bite your bottom lip between your teeth and walk determined to the top of the garden. Up three gentle steps and into a Palace of white, pearly stone. There's a long corridor lined with guards who eye you as you draw in. Deemed decidedly undangerous, they let you pass into a makeshift reception. You'd already had your name taken to be allowed in the line; nothing stands in your way of the Prince but chiffon pink curtains that shine like rose honey in the sun and a surprisingly small girl with a sword.

And there, among an audience of officials and important people, sits the Prince. He looks smaller than you imagined, a little tired. The girl with the sword kicks his shin and he perks up, to the ire of the older members of his court.

"Hey," he calls, "don't be shy! And don't be slow, either. Please. I missed dinner last night–" The girl clears her throat. Prince Steven takes on a more princely effect. "Please, come in."

The audience isn't exactly paying attention. Any hope they had for a soul mate today has seemingly passed, and you can hear a few poorly muffled scoffs at your appearance. Surely the girl before you posed a more pleasing possibility. She looked like a princess.

You stall a few paces from him.

He frowns at you. In his garb, his neat clothes, a heavy platinum crown atop his head, he's strangely intimidating. You assumed he'd feel more familiar up close, like buying a gemstone from the catalogues and finding they've sent you zirconium, but it's the opposite.

"Are you okay?" the girl asks.

"She's fine," Prince Steven says, standing up from his ornate chair. He steps down from the short platform, even his steps a princely brand of perfection. "Well you're more than fine," he says to you, and you gather from the get go that he's not flirting with you, only joking to ease your nerves.

He offers his hand.

You take in a breath and approach him with measured steps. Being run through by his personal guards crystal sword isn't on your agenda this week.

All you have to do is touch his hand and go home when nothing happens. You're nervous, but stalling any longer prolongs the awkwardness you've created.

You step forward.

Before your fingers can touch his palm, the feathered lines curled around your opposite wrists begin to glow.

A silence falls.

You take your hand back but the light doesn't fade. It's white, nearly cream in colour, with the density of fog but none of its cold. Prince Steven's eyes are wide and awash, the sun-kissed skin of his arm paled. "You–" he says, stepping forward again.

You take his hand. You have to know.

White light sears and then blooms, like petals unfurling, the source of it indistinguishable from your wrist or his. And then, when you're sure your heart might fall out of your mouth, the light dims. What remains is thin as fairy floss wrapped around your skin and his.

He rubs the meat of your thumb with the tip of his, and that light glows soft pink, like flower jam.

"It's you," he says. He sounds happy, as though you were a pleasant surprise.

You tuck your hand behind your back, and the glow remains. It's you. You're Prince Steven's soul mate.

"She doesn't look much like a princess," someone whispers.

"I wouldn't say that," Prince Steven says, his eyes roving over you without apology. His smile is as authentic as they come. "I think you'd better meet my mother."

"Now?" you ask.

"Afraid so. Don't worry, though, you look pretty." He offers his hand again. "Come on."

He's a prince. You take his hand.

#prince!steve au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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willowser · 1 year

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Okay so we know about college nerd bakugou, but what about 30 year old nerd bakugou? (Like the art you retweeted from doodlejoops?) 😩

oooooh, interesting !! 🤔✨️ i don't like to repeat concepts when something small even gets changed bc i feel like !! no, that's still them !! college nerd bakugou is living his life with us 🥺 figuring himself out, studying, having a super hot girlfriend that's out of his league 🥺 but older nerd bakugou hmmmm 🤔

let's say. denki is a decently popular streamer.

not huge or world-famous or anything, but he has a decent fan base, is able to make a living off what he does, maybe has a teeny bit of merch out there. and he plays a lot of multi-player games, always with his same team: RedRi0t, pinky-alien-queen, cellophane, and dynamight!

sero, mina, and kiri will occasionally have face-cams, not always, but bakugou ? never. doesn't do it. the other three have channels they will upload to if the stream goes well, but dynamight! does not exist outside of charge_bolt's channel, not something he's interested in, doesn't want an online presence, but he still enjoys playing with his pals ! the mystery of him makes him a little more targetable, especially when denki takes the time to make hilarious compilations like dynamight! yelling at me for 7 minutes.

you like charge_bolt just fine, will watch him every now and then on a weekend when you are home alone with nothing better to do. it's funny to watch him scream and run from dynamight! in dead by daylight. of course, you're a little curious, too, who the guy behind the voice is, even do a google search that confirms very little is known about him on the internet. no name, no picture, no age. just a voice.

charge_bolt has a patreon, and the first tier gives you access to his discord. it's not much, so you subscribe and are thrust into a very full server, one that has notifications going off every minute, is a little intimidating, but charge_bolt interacts often, has everyone in his lil group as mods, so you stay. you don't have access to the private streams, since that's a higher tier, but you can still see all the channels. they go so fast that any comment you make is typically eaten away, but, one day, a new upload hits—another compilation of dynamight! absolutely wrecking him—and you send a message fairly early on. something like sparky i don't think you'll ever get the upper hand on dynamight! at this rate and—the man himself replies.

you're goddamn right: simple, nothing special, but you react with a 😂 and a 💕 anyway. and then it seems like—he doesn't interact too often, but sometimes you can catch him right after something has been uploaded, like he's checking the reaction, and he always responds to you. first in the #just-dropped channel and then elsewhere. nothing too substantial, simple replies or just 👍🏻 reactions, but still. you feel a little charmed by it. find yourself watching just to hear his voice, the few in which he laughs loud and victorious and mean, the very little he reveals about himself.

and one day you send a message in the stream, a little woo go dynamight 💗✨️ and it's not ten minutes before you have a friend request on discord.

#i went off on this i'm so sorry LOL #i just had such a specific idea in mind lmao #he's a normal dude outside of the internet #has a job as a software developer and his own home #not an incel like his college counterpart — but still a lil shy 😌#i love tropes where you don't know the identity of who you're developing feelings for LOL it's just. gah. just you and your emotions #not swayed by appearance or outside opinion #just you and him 🥺#this got so out of hand LOL but that joops art has me running LAPS #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: nerd bakugou

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eggtartz · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do a Rindou x soulmate reader, a soulmate AU where the reader has a brother who's in a gang and she's really protective of her brother just like how Nezuko is so protective of Tanjiro, so her brother is getting beaten down in a fight and so the reader beats up the guy who was beating down her brother, just like how Nezuko beat daki up wit NO MERCY, she did the same😬 and literally just stood there with a disgusted face and broke the guys leg by her feet, just the same way Nezuko did to Daki.

And because of the tattoo that the reader has on their arm, Rindou recognized the tattoo since both of you guys are soulmates and have the same tattoo so her recognized it and knew that you were his soulmate. The reader is so protective of her brother and has the strength of Nezuko also the reader is

✨ DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ✨

a/n : is this what im seeing or someone finally requested me to write? HELLO ANON THANKYOU FOR THE REQUEST AAA *eats fist* i did a brainstorm on the concept of soulmates i hope you'll like this 🫶🏻💕

"The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break."

wc : 2152

you and your brother have been together since you were so young, him being seven while you were just ten. your whole family got into a car crash leaving only two of you to survive in the cruel world. watching your brother grow, the protective side came with an instinct and even though now both of have grown up you were still protective over him.

"onee-san i'll be back late tomorrow. gang stuff" he said while munching on his chocolate bread that you made for him. you worriedly glanced at him and he understood that look very well. "c'mon onee-san, i'll be back before dinner. don't worry too much" he ate the leftover icing on his fingers and went to wash his hands on the sink. without turning your body, you spoke.

"ikeru. what if you get beaten up so bad huh? you got beaten up so bad that you can't even come back home, not coming home to me. is that what you want? i've been letting you do this shady gang stuff for some time, don't you think you should stop?" your tone was worrying and ikeru see no lies from your words. he will get beaten up at a daily basis, the only difference is either his knuckles are going to bloody from his blood or the opponents blood.

"fine nee-san. if it would make you feel better, i'll quit the gang and find a job. would that make you feel better?" he placed his chin on your head and felt your nodding. "so let this be the last time you're doing gang stuff okay? promise me you'll come back as soon as you say quits" you raised your red-tattoed pinky and locked his pinky finger with yours.

except that, he broke the promise.

that day, your brother didn't came back home. you tried to stay rational and thought his friends might've offered him booze but you know him. he would always update on his conditions to you. you tried calling him, messaging him. you knew little about his gang business but you did find their where their hideout is. "listen here little shit, i don't have time and the food for dinner is getting cold. i'll ask you one more time, where the hell is ikeru?" your gaze was cold, unfazed as the so called gang member was trembling under your threat.

"ikeru went out miss. i don't know exactly where but they did said they wanted to stay at the new bar down street" he said while stuttering a lot, your knife still on his throat. you released a heavy sigh and said thank you under your breath and dashed out. it's okay, you assured yourself. he might forgot to tell you, he's probably having a great time. just check on him and then leave, you said to calm yourself down. walking down the street, you saw a familiar bike you confirmed that was your brother's bike. however there was no sight of him. infact there was no sight of anyone at all.

you saw the bar the kid mention but there were too many people. too many, it looked like a crowd. crowd.. people.. the crowd was noisy as there was a fight on the center of the bar floor. standing on your toes, to your horror you saw your brother, ikeru on the floor all bloody while getting punched continuously while he remained unconscious and not moving. letting your body move based on adrenaline, you jumped on the bigger man's back and tried scratching him.

"oi what the hell?!" he easily threw your body across the room and your head knocked one of the chairs. standing up, you hissed but saw a bottle of beer on the counter, took it and ran at the man full speed then smashed his head with it. the glass shattered and the crowd grew wilder as if this was a show but you didn't care. all care thrown out the window, you approached your brother and checked his breathing. it was ragged, uneven but he was breathing. you held his bloody face near to your neck and silently sobbed.

you felt like a failure, no, you were a failure. what kind of sister just let's their little brother do this? you swore that all your life you would protect his life but here he is, almost at the verge at death and you wondered if only he wasn't a gang member would he be in the same situation now.

"onee-san?"

"yes ikeru?"

"run, onee-san. the guys are bigger than you, they'll kill you. run onee-san, my boss is coming please don't worry" he whispered againts the shell of your ear. you were fuming, furious. inhaling another breath, you said to him "don't worry they can't kill me if i kill them first" then you dragged his body to the nearest chair and sat him on top of it. "onee-san stop, please they'll kill you" he tried grabbing your wrist to stop you but his grip got weaker. ikeru's vision was blurry and he passed out.

meanwhile you, adrenaline pumped in your veins you took a wooden stool and knock one of the gang rivals with it. you recognized your brother's gang by the uniform so you could differentiate them. swinging a punch, the man fell down startled and off guard you took the knife you had and plunged his shoulder. looking him straight in the eye, you twisted the knife and deepened the wound.

the other men stopped what they were doing as they heard the screams of their man getting tortured by a woman half his size. you stand up only to get tackled down but you managed to kick his groin, grounded your knees on the floor and twisted his head with a headlock ikeru taught you while watching mma matches in television. ikeru's member started scooting away as the man averted their attention to you. "now, now girl. you might wanna calm down okay? knife's a dangerous weapon dont'cha think?" one of them said.

"shut the fuck up if you don't want my foot down your throat" you said before running towards one of them, climbed their back and bit his ears. they panicked a lot and tried to grabbed you but using your sweater sleeve you tied one their hands into the man's head making all of them lose their balance and collectively fell. you jumped from his back successfully landing on the ground.

one of them lunge towards you but you dodged him and knocked his nose as hard as you could making him coughing out blood. the crowd wasn't rowdy anymore as they watched the bloody murder you were doing. the rampage of yours didn't seem to stop because the guys kept standing up. the more they tried to stand, the more damaging your attacks were. you didn't had any ounce of mercy.

the guy that earlier was smashing ikeru's face tried to crawl away but you saw him "oh you're not going anywhere. come back!" you dragged his left leg back to the center of the bar floor. you lifted his left calf and stepped on his thigh, breaking his kneecaps. he wailed in pain and as you were going to do the same to the next leg, you felt a shiver down your spine.

"yikes, sweetie you did this by yourself?" a braided hair man asked you while coming through the crowd. the still conscious ikeru's members tried to bow down but some of them fell down as they grow weaker.

"my, oh, look at that. hello keizo is your leg okay? didn't i told you specifically not to barge in this area of ours hm~?" the braided man asked him while he was wailing in pain. you kept experiencing this shivering but you shrugged it for now. the braided man finally looked at you "hm, you might need to go to the hospital love. you're injured" you stepped away from him only up now to realize there was someone else behind him. he wore a black shirt, glasses and had blue and yellow highlights. he was gorgeous and you couldn't stop staring at him. he did the same too, unable to tear his gaze away.

"rinnie could you tell them to clean this up? we have to bring this girl to the hospital" getting a tch as a respond, he inspected all the injuries and observed the damage you did. on the men and on the facility. "im sorry" you said impulsively, and he looked at you confused.

the crowd was already dismissed as silence developed between the two of you. this was strange, you met this man two seconds ago and you felt a huge relief washing over you. you shouldn't even feel better when he's here, he might be a greater threat but you felt the opposite with him. it was like you felt comfortable with him, safe with him.

"it's okay, uh. your name?" his voice did wonders to you. it felt soothing and you actually wanted to step closer to him so you could hear his voice again but this time closer. "i uh y/n"

"okay y/n, im rindou haitani. could you tell me what just happened because the guy almost got killed"

"my brother" you walked to ikeru's cold body and saw the blood on his face started to dry up, making it smell foul. rindou scrunched his nose and tried lifting him up before gesturing you to follow him. "uh hey you think you could ride? you guys need like immediate medical help and using the car, you know. there's traffic and that" he kept averting his eyes somewhere else while talking to you and stuttered a lot. "oh yeah my brother's bike is here so i can go to the hospital myself"

"oh, where's the keys?" he said while one of his gang members reached ikeru's shoulder and took him away. you snatched the keys from ikeru's pocket earlier and you handed it to rindou. you were too exhausted to ride the bike anyway and you felt like you could trust rindou. strangely.

"okay if you feel like falling asleep just hug me so you won't fall" he said while reviving the engine. you did what he said and arrived at the hospital and almost immediately got into an emergency ward. your brother's bed was beside yours although you might discharge earlier as your injuries wasn't too bad. the sight of your brother being connected with so many wires scared you, it was like the time of the car crash where you thought he would leave you. your daydreaming snapped as you heard a soft click on the door and saw rindou with some flowers.

"oh hi. i thought you were asleep. here, uh some flowers and food. i don't know what you like so i bought a few types of- wait why are you crying?" rindou stopped his rambling and placed the items in his hand on the table so he could swipe your tears away. he was worried for me, he's so cute, you thought.

"it's just, i love my brother so much i really thought i lost him" he held your hand and in a trance you two could speak only with your eyes. you desperately closed the gap between the two of you and cried more on his chest. after a while your hiccups was disappearing slowly and your grip on his shirt too had loosened. he laid you back so you could rest while he studied your face.

people would be terrified if their first meeting was with yours, your eyes were bloodshot, knuckles bloody, lip busted and sweater dirty but you looked magnificent is his eyes. your black hair, perfect eye shape, nose, lips hell you had no flaw. rindou was the one who wanted to see the new club, his gut telling him that there was something, someone there. then, he met you and he was correct. the moment he saw you, he fell. hard.

he rubbed his thumb over your bandaged knuckles and kissed the pinky finger with the tattoo on it. rindou wasn't a man of superstition or any sort but he does feel that you were truly his. the same red matching tattoo on his pinky said it.

he only realized you had the same tattoo while you entered the doctor's room for an examination. he didn't believed in fate but he genuinely thinks that you're his soulmate. his other half. the only one for him.

he kissed your forehead to leave so you could rest but you held his tattooed pinky. "stay with me" you softly said. rindou smiled and climbed the bed with you and you instantly snuggled in his arm. you felt safe, he felt complete. you both were truly soulmates.

a/n : this might be the longest fic i've ever wrote i got really indulged

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