#sad fluff

[wakandamama]

Routine

Yall been knew I had fallen down The Bear rabbit hole and have YET to climb out. So it was only a matter of time before I drop a Carmy x Sydney fic lol. So here it is! It's a bit of smut, a bit of sneaky around, a bit of character deep dive. A whole bunch of sexual tension, way too may food allegories. This is just a ONESHOT!

Sydney thinks about just how this became routine for her and Carmy.

It may have happened when he and her were the last ones left in the kitchen on a Saturday. Three weeks before the disaster of Pre-Order and the blessing of Tomato Money.

 Sydney’s highschool cousin had begged her to provide some of her family famous crab cakes for a graduation kickback for one of her friends. The friend remembered having them from way back when 18 year-old Sydney still had to babysit them as ever-hungry 10 year olds and never forgot. Honestly, Sydney felt honored that her food made such a lasting memory on a stranger just like Camry had for her-

Anyway, the kickback was at 8 and it was 7:20 and Sydney had just put the last sheet of crabcake from the oven. She called out absentminded goodbyes as Tina’s quiet “Night Jeffes,” and Richie’s brash “Night Cousin” kinda floated behind her.

 As she waited for the batch of paprika-savry crab cakes to bake, she was whipping up a creamy tabasco base sauce to dip them in. Carmy was softly in her space, like usually. He was precious in sharpening all the knives of the kitchen, old school style with a grit stone set, he stood catty-corner to her. His drilling blue eyes didn’t stare directly at her soul but instead to the delicately-deadly curve of the knife. 

For once it was Sydney stuck side eyeing him with a soft focus. Her cooking had come to  a quiet moment of waiting. Waiting for her sauce to set, waiting for the last batch and waiting for the batch before to cool, waiting to taste test.

Camry chuckled when he heard her mutter out a quiet yet frantic “hot hot hot hot” as she let her impatience get the best of her to taste her sauce with the crab cake. He shut up at her moan of delicious pleasure. A soft but throat-y sound of pure satisfied bliss. He practically tasted the seasoning of such a sound in the air and a craving to hear it again and again hit his gut, spreading warmth all over his skin. 

He glanced up from the black grit of the stone to see her all eyes closed, swaying in the taste and her crafted fingers still clutched half of the cake. He took her in further, she was dressed down from her kitchen wear, instead wearing the outfit for the kickback ( - supervising, one last babysitting gig I guess. Because I know those brats are gonna get high off their asses) 

A pair of black jeans that should be illegal on her body, a gray cropped sweatshirt and sneakers that would lead to certain death by slip in a busy kitchen.

 His eyes followed every line of hers like he was seeing the best grain to cut for optimal presentation. The curve of her calf into the curve of her thigh, into the curve of her tempting ass into the concave of her back. His eyes skirt the plane of her stomach onto the lines that made her shapely waist. Over her petite chest to the curve of her lean shoulders that connected to the slope of her neck that was still stretched back in bliss from a euphoric bite of damn good food. 

She moaned over the second bite. Camry licked his lips at the way her lips kiss over the crumbs and speckle of sauce left on her lithe fingertips. Fuck, he wondered how those plump lips of her witty mouth would fe-

Carmy bit back a curse as the grit of stone scraped with a rude sting over the side of his thumb to the heel of his hand. Like some punishment for allowing her to take his attention with one whisper of a sound and to greedily take in her beautiful shape when the fucking knives are dull.

“You good Chef?” Carmy asked. He brushed past her with a light hand on the small of her back to get to the sink. She finally opened her eyes and her nose scrunched cutely in slight embarrassment for moaning like that over a freakin’ bite of crab.  

“Sorry, it's just I haven’t made these in forever. I forgot how good I am at making ‘em. Shit, that probably sounds so conceited.” Sydney chuckled a bit nervously and Carmy shrugged.

“I only eat veal, if I cook it. That fact’s gotten me beat up by Mike once or twice.” he joked. It made Sydney smile. She grabbed another one with a graceful swoop of her wrist; she dipped it and came to his side.

“What do you think?” she asked, excitement in her eyes that Carmy was going to eat something so casual of hers. Carmy licked his lips at her obliviousness, her hands were still busy as he washed them and absently wrapped a bandage around the meat of his thumb. 

But he would never deny a taste test from her. 

Sydney freakin’ squeaked when he leaned his head close and ate the bite from her hand. Her body stiffened as she felt his lips grace off the side of her pointer finger and thumb. She is forced to focus on his working jaw as he chewed over it and gave a hum of pleasure himself. The sound made her bite her own lips, she wondered how such a sound would feel against her throat.

“That’s some amazing sauce Chef. Oughta add it to the menu.” he commented, looking into her eyes once again. Sydney gave a stiled nod that almost brushed their foreheads together. 

“Thanks. It’s- jus-just uhm, well y'know something I’ve perfected since I was a kid. My great uncle taught me how.” She rambled with a shuffled step back. 

“Whoa!” Carmy warned softly. His quick hands grasped her hips and pulled her back to him before she crashed back into the very full trash can. The movement collided her into his chest, his hands slid up to her waist and back to steady them before they ended up on the floor. 

“Uhm.” Sydney whispered as their noses bumped and she was nearly eye to eye with him. 

“Whoa uh-” he muttered back as Sydney’s hands fisted into the front of his shirt. 

It was awkward and exhilarating. 

Certainly, wrong and natural as they both found each other pulling their lips closer. Carmy closed his eyes tightly and Sydney refused to move her grip on his shirt because no-way was this real. Their lips placement is slightly off initially, they taste the same to one another and Sydney is pretty sure her foot is stepping on his.

Their next smack of lips was more of a moment to be connected yet adjusting. Sydney leads them to correct their posture, him leaning down more comfortably, one of her hands leaving his shirt to hold his cheek as their heads shift. Noses bumping once more but the kiss deepened deliciously. They got greedy with one another as they refused to separate for air. 

Sydney’s hand gripped down on his gold chain, locking him down as she started to trail her lips to his jaw. Carmy’s hand grabs at her breast and gives a soft squeeze as he forces her lips back to his and swallows her moan. 

 His other hand rubbed down her side until they gripped tightly on her hip. The combination of his caresses caused her to give a stuttering moan that sent lust running wild under Carmy’s skin. He turned them and lifted her with ease. Sydney pulls apart in shock as he sat her on the edge of an empty prep table with such swiftness. 

They are forced to breathe and look at each other now, their bodies still wrongly close. Sydney's hands slid down to hold his wrists as he still had a grip on her hips.

“Fuck.” they both whispered off wet, kissed bruised lips. They looked each other deeply in the eyes for a moment before Carmy turned away first. His hand instantly ran with worry through his hair as Sydney snatched her hands and crossed her arms, pressing into herself as she looked down at the titles. 

“Uhm, that wasn-”

“Shit, sorry w-”

They both hum to a quiet, lost for words at what they just did. 

And how they both liked it.

And how they both wanted it again. 

Sydney feels an embarrassed warmth under her skin to see her lip gloss over Cramy’s mouth and chin. Carmy went red and nervous as he saw how much he had hiked up her shirt.

“Sorry for uh… you good Syd?’ Carmy asked, still not looking at her. She slid off the counter, adjusting her clothes. She pointed her look past his head to the clock on the wall. 

7:55 pm.

“I’m good, Carmy. Are you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“I’ve got to go.”

Sydney has to bush close to him to get back to her counter to get the last batch and pack the food then getting the fuck out. Carmy flinched to see that his wet hands had left a drying imprint on her shirt. He passed her to the back door and collapsed into a resting crouch, lit a cigarette on instinct.

Five minutes later she was outside too, tupperware full of the best crab cakes and sauce he’s ever had and the girl that now owns his first kiss in 8 years.

 He hastily stood up and they gave each other tight smiles. 

“I’ll see you on Monday?” Sydney asked. She frowns a bit, that wasn’t meant to come out as a question. It doesn’t matter though with how fast she is walking away.

“Yeah!”Carmy called nervously after her, she turned just in time to catch him ducking back inside. 

Sydney is sure that’s not the start. Because they showed up on Monday and worked with their usual stressed ease. They each had their usual bicker with Richie, they each worked on prep, Sydney wrote in her little notebook, Carmy ticked over leftover paperwork, they sat across from each other during family and never met eyes.

They did the same thing Tuesday. 

They did the same thing Wednesday.

If she was trying to determine something official, it would be that Thursday. 

At the end of the day she swiped a piece of leftover lemon cake and two spoons as everybody left. She went into the office and Carmy looked up in soft surprise as she sat it on top of some random receipt book from 2015.

“What’s up Chef?” Carmy asked and Sydney shrugged.

“Just cake. I… we need to talk abou-”

“Shit, yeah, uh-yeah. We don’t-”

“Yes we do Carmen. That's the whole communication thing we talked about when I first started.” 

“Oh, right.”

They both went quiet as Sydney cleared some space on the desk and sat on the edge. She dived into a bite of cake and ignored the nerves created from Camry staring at her mouth again. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you like that.” Carmy said after a minute and Sydney handed him the other spoon. 

“I’m sorry too. That was unprofessional of us.”

“No, it’s on me Sydney. I’m older than you, I’m your boss.” he added, going for a bite as well. They are quiet as they share it down to an empty plate and yellow crumbs.

“I’ve liked you for a long time Carmen. Admired you even. I think you can go anywhere and do anything and it’s great.” Sydney said. Carmy let out a bitter chuckle at her statement.

“Sydney you have a lot of talent, creativity and whatever else makes a great person. From the moment you walked in the door you started lifting this place up. I’m a piece of shit compared to you.”

“Still like you though.” 

“... I like you alot too…”

It’s quiet again, no cake to fill in the time and space. Both chefs felt like they were going to bust and the silence was the only safe space. 

Ever impatient, Sydney is the first to break it. 

“Ya know… The first time I made scrambled eggs I was like 8. I set the fire alarm off with how high I cooked them. There was salt and pepper everywhere, somehow they were both browned as shit and still runny. I’m pretty sure I broke my dad’s heart fucking up his cast iron pan like that.” Sydney rambled and Carmy gave a soft smile at that.

“I’m pretty sure I broke my nan’s heart cause I broke spaghetti noodles in half before I boiled em. I had seen someone do it on Food Network and Sugar had to save my ass from getting beat with a spoon. I was 7 I think.”

Sydney couldn't help but snort at that. 

“Yeah, but we got better with practice right?”

“Yeah.”

“Not to be mean, but you could improve your kissing skills.” Sydney said, pointedly not looking at him as he settled back in his chair in shock and awe.

“... is this a complaint?”

“No.”

“No?”

“... it’s an offer to improve I guess. With practice.”

“Sydney.”

“I’m just saying! I liked it, you liked it. You could use practice. I could use pract- oh.” Sydney is cut off by Carmy rising up. He stood in the space between her legs and crossed his arms. Sydney couldn’t help but blink in surprise as he bent in slightly to look her in the eyes. 

“We can’t.” he scolded quietly. His voice is soft yet stern.

“We can’t?” Sydney rasped.

“It’s unprofessional.”

“...It is unprofessional.”

“It’s getting too close, even if we did like it. I can’t just make out and fuck you in the Beef like I’m some asshole line cook that only floats Waffle Houses.”

Sydney huffed then crossed her arms as well, leaning back and squinting at him. Her head gently bumped the shelf above the desk as she settled back. She can’t meet his eyes though, so she focused on his nose and thinks about how it bumped her the other night.

“This joint wishes it was a fuckable Waffle House. Richie might actually get a life.'' She smarted. Carmy jerked his head to a tilt, trying to force her eyes to his in disbelief. 

“Sydney!”

“Carmen!”

“We shouldn’t and aren’t doing this here.”

“Fine.” Sydney shrugged, plump lips pursing in attitude.

She finally got the nerve to meet his eyes but smiled to see that he was checking out her mouth. Carmy pressed the inch of space closer so her legs encompassed his hips. His arms dropped so that one hand braced on the shelves behind her head and the other rested on her knee, making her leg enclose his. She felt the subtle bulge in his pants settle against the desk and the edge of her inner thigh. She glances down at it and lets her posture correct up in a deep breath. 

The layer of their jeans blocking skin was fucking infuriating. 

Once again, they were dangerously in each other's faces.

“So, we aren’t doing this here?” Sydney challenged.

“Nope.”

They ended up half stripping in the back of his car, bruising each other's necks with hungry lips. 

Sydney finds out his hair is just as soft as it looks and he groans when you tug at his nape but flinches when you go too far up his crown.

Carmy learns to draw out moans from her. You had to kiss her down from the bottom of her ear, follow her jar and end at the center of her throat.

Sydney learns that holding his cheeks makes him cry. Carmy learns she likes to hide her face in her braids when her moans are out of control. Carmy learns that he’s really fucking handsy. Sydney learns that she’s a biter.

Both of them have very talented yet untrained hands that excel in finding the right spots.

It became routine. 

They’d work on Monday, then come in on Tuesday. They work like Carmen didn’t nearly crash his car with how good Sydney sucked him off on the drive to his place Monday night.

 They’d work on Wednesday. Pretending that the reason Sydney was walking so carefully is because she dropped a pot on her foot and not that Carmy fucked her thighs numb back at his apartment last night on Tuesday night.

The reason Sydney had to wear her braids in a high bun instead of her usual scarf this Thursday morning? She overslept and didn’t have time to grab one. Not the fact that it slipped off her bucking head last night and is under Carmy’s couch right now.

The reason Carmy wore a long sleeve rolled up to his forearms instead of his usual short sleeve shirt this fine weather Friday? He had to fight the alley cats throwing out the trash. Not the fact the ‘cat’ was most definitely named Sydney as she rode him in the back seat while they were parked outside her and her father’s apartment building. 

Friday was their exception. 

They alway went home separately and alone on Fridays. The dinner rush was too taxing on their bodies to be hungry for anything else but a sandwich, a beer, and to drop dead into bed. (Friday didn’t stop nudes however. It didn’t stop Carmy from getting hard at the videos of Sydney muffling her loud moans of his name into her childhood pillows. It didn't stop Sydney’s gut from tightening up at the obscene shot of Carmy beating his dick to the sound of her name) 

Work was work on Saturday. 

It was Sunday mornings like this. Where they woke up cuddling in Carmy’s bed. Him smoking out the window into the cool morning air and Sydney listening to his heartbeat in his chest in the soft light of sunrise. 

That she thinks about this, about how they got here.

She feels guilt forever getting in a situation like this. She’s fucking her boss, fucking her idol, fucking a man five years older than her, fucking a white man, fucking a Catholic, all the without a ring nor relationship in sight. Her father would burn The Beef down to the ground with Carmy inside of it and expose her to church ladies for correction. Her mother would just cackle out of the grave.

 “At least you didn’t dirty the kitchen, Syddie Kitty.” Sydney can picture her teasing out of plum-colored lips over a wine glass as funeral dirt shakes out of her locs.

Sydney turns over so that she and Carmy are pressed chest to chest. Her chin rests on his sternum so she can look over his face. His hand absently rubs a firm circle over the knot in her lower back as he continues to stare at their city waking up. 

He’s beautiful. 

She’s beautiful. 

Carmy huffs a laugh as he dodges her trying to take the cigarette out of his hand, blowing the cloud high as he snuffs it out. She sticks her tongue out and dodges back, making the kiss he aimed for her lips land on her cheek instead. 

Before they can tease each other again, Carmy’s phone rings. He cringes at the tone he has set for Sugar echoing over them. He grabs it and just stares at the screen as it vibrates and lights up with the picture of his sister.

Sydney taps her hand on his wrist, thumb ghosting on the green accept slider. Carmy is quick to deny the call, toss the phone back to the side table and twist into Sydney's body.

“You can’t keep doing that.” Sydney says after a while. He burrows further into their hold until she melts back. 

What would Sugar think? Every time he declined her calls or avoided weekly family dinners was because he was in the hands of his younger sous that he still hasn’t introduced her to. Yeah, the one Richie has been complaining about changing everything. That she was the only one that made him feel like he could breathe and that he hated church. 

He knew what Richie would say, that's for sure. He’d be all smug and smartassed and judgmental. Announcing that he knew all along baby Carmy despite the prestige of his NORMA bullshit, was just a bitch who fell for pussy and would drive The Beef and the lives the revolved round it into the ground for it. 

Both chefs are shamefully selfish this Sunday morning.

They make savory crepes and drink coffee with Good Eats playing in the background.

They shower together about it. 

Carmy drops her off at the farmers market.

Carmy cleans the Beef alone with a toothbrush as one of Mikey’s old mixed CD’s plays on the old Beef stereo. 

Sydney tosses her laundry in the washing machine as her dad plays Charles Jenkins & Fellowship aloud and remarks that he missed her at service again. 

Carmy shows up 8 minutes late to dinner at Sugar's with the wine his big sister likes. 

Sydney fries fish and makes smothered green beans for dinner, her father sets the table for them to play cards and watch Down in the Delta. 

Both chefs pray that this stays their routine. 

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@blowmymbackout @kdoxkeic @pantherxrogers @soufcakmistress

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[magpiemoon6]

Extraction point

Simon Riley x Y/N

Sad fluff !!!

Warnings: PTSD, depression, mental health issues

( I'm sorry if there is any writing mistakes I'll fix them tomorrow)

Reminder people, you are loved and deserve happiness always <3

A thousand tones feel like it’s on my chest, I cannot breathe. Like the world has chosen this exact moment to swallow me up in my pain and stress. My mind betrays me and falls in its own trap of self-doubt. I’m so far behind where I’m meant to be and the guilt of not living up to my own expectations for my inner child is eating me up. And in this moment every single mistake or failure seems to pile up in my head. I’m drowning even though I’m on land.

But he seems to be a light in my darkness, I need Simon, and before the guilt stops me, I reach for my phone under the pile of covers and duvets. Searching through the stuffy warmth till my hand claps the cold object. Pulling it to my chest, my eyes are swollen from crying and my nose is entirely blocked from my crying till my vision goes blurry.

I search for his name in my phone, I just want to hear his phone, the warmth of his voice is like a drug and the euphoria should shield me from my pit.

Si <3

“Hey, are you free a second? If not no worries x”

I feel so wrong for relying on him, but I promised Simon, that if it gets bad, we won’t shut each other out not again. That we can be each other’s extraction point.

Buzzing snaps me out of my brain unravelling in my hands. He’s calling and my heart drops because if he hears I’ve been crying he will come running and I can’t do that to him. Clearing my throat, I click to answer.

“Hello lovie” Simon says, and it feels like the flood gates are getting harder to hold shut, I just want him here and I’m so fucking selfish for that.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have texted you” I respond, I don’t want him to panic so I’m praying that my voice sounds calm, and my breathing is even enough he won’t realise.

“What happened? Tell me please y/n? I’m here” I can hear the anxiousness in his voice creep in, shit he knows and when he says that everything in me that was protecting him from my pain breaks from his kindness.

I’m crying again silent tears and my breathing stops trying helplessly to hold it in.

“I’m fine, I’m fine Simon, it’s stupid I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’m a big girl I just needed to hear your voice,” my voice is breaking as I say it, my grip on my phone is too tight. I need to let go. But I cant.

“Y/n?” the softness in his tone is so different from his voice yet hearing him say my name gives me more comfort than the dozens of duvets on top of me.

“Yes Simon?” I need to get control of my sadness, it kills me knowing he has to hear me like this.

“It’s going to be okay love” and that makes me sob harder, holding the phone away from myself so he is saved from my pain.

“Okay, thank you. Bye Si” and that’s all I can say because if I say anything else it will involve me pathetically asking him over and he deserves better than the mess I am in this moment.

So now I’m sat here in my cold dark room alone. Submerged in my pain. I’m so tired of this, I want to be better, to get better and no more need for meds and therapy and other people to hold me together. I feel pathetic as if I’m dragging on everyone’s life. I want to live without all my sadness.

I’m too sucked into my own depression to hear the door of my flat opening and shutting. Too distracted to recognize the footsteps moving towards my room.

Simon opens the door, and I don’t know how to cope with my emotions. My heart practically burst knowing he came over, giving me some hope that maybe I am worthy of his love. But then he has to see my darkness, the hypocrite I am knowing I’ve seen him where I am and gave him all my love I possibly could.

“Hey love,” he’s quiet even for him, moving through the room like he is terrified he may break something or me.

“You didn’t have too” the guilt stays heavy on my shoulders.

Knowing he is staring at me, someone who is normally so full of light now covered in darkness that fills the room and holds it down. He begins to move onto the bed gently, moving himself silently under the covers with me. My heart hurts. Loving him gives me air in my lungs, everything about him gives me hope and love. I could stare at him for a thousand years and still not get enough.

“Y/n, I love you, okay? I will be here if I’m dead or alive, a million miles away or next door.” Pulling me into his chest, the heat of his body makes the blankets feel cold.

I cant stop crying even if I wanted too, pushing my face into his chest and curling into him, I let him hold me and begin to pull away all the darkness that doesn’t seem to drown me as much now. I feel him large hand begin to gently stroke my hair, moving through it as he soothes soul with his love.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble into his chest, this makes his hand stop its rhythmic pattern of brushing through my hair. Tilting my head to his eyes.

He stares back and I fall in love all over again, those honey eyes are only filled with compassion and understanding. Before him my loneliness was my company, and everything was always so violent. But with him now I’m learning to live without violence and less loneliness.

“What’s our promise?” he asks me, still holding me tightly letting my pain wash away his love flooding me and bring me back to the now.

“That we will always be each other’s extraction point,” the quote we made up before we even started dating. The quote that we held onto before we knew our love wasn’t one sided.

“Exactly,” he says and goes back to stroking my hair and listening to my hiccupping breathing, never judging just existing with me.

“Thank you, I love you” and I mean it, the same way I know he does too. Our darkness still haunts us both, but we have learnt to comfort each other and hold out the light when we need it.

“I love you too”.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #fluff #sad fluff #call of duty #writing #mental health

[waywardships]

Gabriel doesn’t need to sleep, like any angel, but he indulges occasionally if only to block off the world around him for a few hours. The first night he stays in Sam’s bed after one of their hookups, he closes his eyes and listens to the quiet breathing of the man next to him before allowing himself to drift off.

In the morning he wakes first, smiling softly when he feels Sam’s arm draped over his waist. He reaches out, lightly brushing his fingers across Sam’s cheek before tucking a strand of brunette hair behind the taller man’s ear. He could never admit how much he wants more, doesn’t want to show himself to be so vulnerable.

Sam feels the soft touch on his cheek as consciousness comes to him, but doesn’t dare open his eyes. He feels Gabriel shift in the bed, followed by a light kiss pressed to his temple before the weight next to him is gone. A sharp hollowness fills his chest when he opens his eyes and finds himself alone.

#first Drabble I guess lol #sad fluff #sabriel #sabriel spn #gabriel spn #sam winchester

[shingekinomyfeelings]

I wrote this to make myself feel like less of a miserable fuck, and I'll be happy if it does the same for you

reposted here

#reiner #reiner braun #reiner x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #angst #depression #comfort #hurt/comfort #sfw #sad fluff?? #sad fluff

[vizzzashley]

Goodbye but GOODBYES HURT LIKE BITCH

Warning: sad, breaking up, readers name mentioned as Ari, boyfriend trying to let down reader gently, reader basically is falling apart.

You can listen to either of these songs, if you feel like it, when reading.

"Well, I didn't expect it to end like this", my voice wobbled, hating the way I sound. I didn't want to show him just how much I am breaking. I didn't want him to know that he is reason that I am breaking.

" Ari", his voice so gentle, so full of pity. And I hated it, so much that I wanted to scream at him, hit him but also wanted to bury my face in his chest and cry. Just like all the times he let me cry in his arms and provided me all the comfort.

Now, thinking that I could not have that anymore, that whatever we had has ended, gave me shivers. My mind clouding with so many thoughts, so many what ifs. I was so used to him waking me up, him always taking care of me, him giving me massages when ever I was about to have a mental breakdown, always tucked in his arms before going to sleep, knowing that he will be there when I wake up, him buying me flowers every now and then, his hugs, his kisses. I was used to his entire being.

I knew I won't heal from this. Him leaving me, it feels like the end. And now as I gazed in his chocolate brown eyes that I fell in love with and would sit for hours just staring at them, were looking at me with something that I hated so much my entire life, pity, sympathy. That's what I was to him now, a pity.

I don't know why he wanted us to break up. We were great, we were a dream. We still 𝙖𝙧𝙚 a dream. He is not getting it. He needs me. He just doesn't know it.

"I am sorry", he whispered, taking a step towards me. " No! " You shook your head vigorously. "Stop" Your voice wobbled," You are just pranking me. " You said to somewhat convince yourself that this is not real. You don't know what before him was like, but you were so sure that there was no after him. You couldn't bear the thought of not seeing him ever again.

"Ari, please" His voice pleading, " Don't make this hard. We weren't meant to last. If I stayed, I will be just continuing to hurt the both of us. It's better if we part now. Please, understand Ari." His tone was ever so gentle and he was trying so hard to not make it hard for me. But that just intensified whatever I was feeling at the moment, bring tears to my eyes.

I collapsed on the floor, my legs not supporting my weight anymore. I knew it was coming down. I knew his feelings were fading. The spark once he felt was not there anymore. I knew all along but I just chose to ignore it. Thinking ignorance was bliss. In hopes that it was just a phase in the relationship he was going through. He was so close yet so far from me. And it was tearing me apart. I don't think I ever loved someone as much as I loved him. I don't know what I am going to do.

For the longest period of time, I thought he was mine. But turns out, I was just living in an illusion that I myself created. Now that my perfect little world was falling apart and he is standing there, watching me, not knowing what to do. I knew I had to do it, "Go" I whispered. Struggling so hard to even breath now, the tears just flowing like river. I felt his steps fading, I could hear from the floor of my bedroom where I am sitting, the sound of closing door. He was gone. And he took everything with him including a part of me. He scarred me. I will now never be able to love someone as much as I did him. And for some odd reason, despite all the hurt , I will never be able to hate him. For he was my light in the dark and no one ever be like him and replace him.

"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚", I whispered to myself, knowing that this was at last the goodbye I always knew was coming but just chose to pretend to be oblivious. Because, goodbyes always hurt like bitch.

#sad #breakup #hurt #tears #boyfriend #boyfriend imagines #oneshot #sad fluff #goodbyes #goodbyes always hurt like bitch #falling apart #heartbreak #heartbreaking #light in the darkness #crying #ignorance #ignorance is bliss #scarred #love hurts #tearing apart #a dream #Spotify #x reader

[bloodrocution]

Murderface/OC sappy drabble time bc of course I'm doing that. We all know bbgirl absolutely hates himself and we all collectively want to baby him until he doesn't right? right? i do.

“Fucking ugly loser.” William rasped, hovering over the sink, eyes fixed on his own reflection. His angry, vicious eyes darted from one imperfection to another– from the gap between his teeth to his frizzy hair, to his kinked nose, to his wide-set eyes and heavy brow. Just looking at his own face pissed him off. “That’sch why Dethklok don’t need you, schtupid fat shit. Becausche you can’t do anything right. You can’t even exischt right.” The irritability was quickly boiling over into violent rage and hatred. He jabbed a finger into the mirror, teeth bared and brows furrowed. “You’re scho fucking ugly and schtupid you–”

“Hey.” The voice that interrupted him was soft. Careful. Hey. As if she was talking to a big, scared, thrashing animal.

The bassist whipped around, eyes stinging and face burning with shame and anger. Some of that anger softened when he saw the lanky Aussie lingering in the bathroom doorway, leaning on its frame. Her face was pulled into this worried, bothered look, arms folded over her chest.

“Hey.” He sighs back, gaze slinking down uncomfortably.

“Why’re you talking about him like that?” She asks, briefly inclining her head towards the mirror. William hesitated, glancing back at it. The same face that always looked back at him was still there. The face he hated. “Becausche it’sch all true.” He admits in a smaller, quieter voice, stifled with shame and discomfort. Audrey shook her head and pushed herself off the doorframe. When she reached the self-loathing bassist, she took his calloused hands in her own. “No, it isn’t. None of it.”

He sighed heavily and leaned forward, laying his head against her shoulder. His eyes burned and a great, hard-to-swallow lump had overtaken his throat. A pair of lanky arms wrapped around his chubby torso. He hugged her too tightly; his broad, rough hands tangled in her clothes. She cradled the back of his head with a careful hand.

“You’re not ugly. Do you know what you are?” She presses further. He just squeezes her tighter, earning a breathless grunt.

“Fat?”

“No, Will. You’re talented.”

Brow furrowed and eyes stinging, he tilts his head to look up at Audrey. She smiles back at him, all yellowed teeth and uneven dimples. “You’re good-looking, and you’re good to me. You’re smart and creative. You’ve always supported my stupid ideas, no matter how dumb.” She strokes his cheek with an open palm. 

“You’re all I want.” Is what she finishes with, still stroking his rough skin. 

“Your schtandardsch are really low.” He murmurs back, tugging her in close for another too-tight hug.

Audrey quiets him with a gentle kiss.

#dethklok #metalocalypse #william murderface #murderface #sappy fanfic #fluff #sad fluff #canon x oc

[blitzyn]

while it lasts

zhongli x gn!reader

request : none

synopsis -> he loves every moment with you, even if he knows it won't last

wc -> 0.4k

cw -> none

Zhongli was not foreign to love. He had found it a changing emotion; capable of forging the largest of rocks into a pearlescent diamond. He experienced it during his prime alongside Guizhong. He had learned from her - understood how to care for other beings than ending his encounter with them in bloodshed.

She had taken a meaningful part in who Zhongli was today.

However, he had sworn to keep himself from getting attached to others in such a way after Guizhong's passing, completely caught off guard with how much it hurt.

Yet here he was, with you in his arms. He inhaled the scent of your hair, though muddled with the smell of river water.

You had just finished playing in the water and decided to lay on top of your lover despite his lively protests. He hugged you close to him, dismissing the cold water from your clothes seeping into his. He was lucky the sun shone down rather harshly this particular day.

Perhaps his effort in trying to blend in as a regular human man dulled his sensitivity to his surroundings - especially after finding out that there was no longer a need for a god in Liyue.

The water that seeped through his clothes suddenly seemed colder, as if you had moved away from him. It was no longer the uncomfortably warm temperature the two of you created.

He jolted against the large tree he sat against after realizing that he dozed off, golden eyes widened in a frantic search for you. His worst thoughts came to him; were you dead? Were you never real?

His head swerved to the sound of rustling grass, shoulders drooping in absolute solace. He didn't want to go through the grief he had with Guizhong again.

"Are you okay?" you questioned softly, noting that the usually composed god looked almost afraid.

"Yes, of course," he provided a smile, prompting one from you in return. Your grin widened when you revealed the reason behind your absence - you went out to pick a glaze lily.

They're uncommon in the area you rested, but you happened to notice one on your way there. He relaxed against the hard bark, the rough feeling suddenly disappearing when your hand brushed against his cheek.

He gazed lovingly into your eyes that were concentrated on positioning the flower behind his ear. No matter how ordinary you said your eye color was, he thought of it as the most magnificent in the world.

He pulled you into a tight hug soon after your hand moved away from his hair. You were still damp, but the sheer affection his heart had for you was enough to overpower that.

You teasingly scolded him, stabilizing the flower.

Zhongli relished in your presence, cherishing every moment he had with you. As one of the last two original archons, he acknowledged that it wouldn't last forever.

#zhongli #zhongli genshin impact #genshin impact zhongli #genshin zhongli #mentions of guizhong #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #sad fluff #genshin impact

[demonbanisher]

Before I fall asleep on my keyboard here’s today’s @wolfstarmicrofic I’ve been really enjoying writing them and I hope you’ve been enjoying reading them 💜

Drought

When your little it’s “What do you want to be when you grow up?” then it becomes “Do you know what you want to do after school?” and “Have you thought of a career?” and sometimes even “What do you want to do with your life?”

The truth is Remus doesn’t know. Most career paths are inaccessible to werewolves because of barriers to entry and failures to accommodate for his needs or promises of equity that disappear when he’s missed ‘too much’ work.

And he is trying not to be mad about it. He really is. But the truth is sometimes, when you’re trying to love yourself, there is a drought. Somedays you’ll be so thirsty and yet the well will come up dry. It doesn’t mean you aren’t worthy of love. It doesn’t mean you’re not loveable. It’s just time to go dowsing for a new reservoir. 

And sometimes you just have to put food on the table. 

“How was work?” Sirius asks as Remus comes in through the door. 

He doesn’t know how to tell him how desperately he is trying, how scared he is that it isn’t the work but him that is wrong. “Fine,” he says as he shrugs off his coat. “You?”

And Sirius is happy, so happy to be working a court case that will finally include discrimination based off blood status as a violation of human rights in the Wizard Legal Charter. Even though he’s an intern. Even though they run him off his feet. Even though the hours are bad and the pay is worse. He is truly happy.

So Remus is okay with working shitty jobs that he doesn’t like so they can pay rent. He is okay with wondering if he’s losing himself to whitewashed walls and fluorescent lighting. He is okay with spending every hour at work wishing to be home. Because while his love for himself may run out sometimes, his love for Sirius never has and it never will. It is an eternal fountain. A pipe that burst one day when he was fifteen and has been leaking ever since and right now it was okay with him that all he wanted to do with his life was to make Sirius smile.

#wolfstarmicrofic #sad fluff #is that a thing? #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic

[p0tatonoah]

Hey Moon, Please Forget to Fall Down

Word count: 1657

Read on Ao3

“Hello, I’m calling from Death Cast…”

He couldn’t breathe.

“Mr. Minyard, are you there?”

This wasn’t happening. It could not be real.

“...I regret to inform you that in the next 24 hours you’ll be meeting an untimely death.”

Fuck.

✨Wanna read the rest of my stuff?

#AFTG #they both die at the end #well not both of them #It's not that bad #I promise #established relationship #fic #andreil #cats! #sad fluff #andrew minyard #neil josten #Nicky being a third wheel

[teacupcollector]

The Undead Kind of Love - Part 5

Marvel Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Description of attempted Assault on the reader

Summary: When Y/N’s art project lands her in Romania she is met with very peculiar circumstances. Such as a weird old man speaking mythical nonsense, murders of both people and animals, an oncoming threat to her life, as well as her mysterious yet very hot next door neighbor with a weird obsession with beetroot juice.

He could just leave... He could just pack up his vacant apartment and flee the country. That is what Bucky told himself. He knew that they were on to him. 'They' being Hydra. They made his life hell. 

They tortured him for years on end, made him do their dirty work, made him hurt people. Innocent people who didn't deserve to be hurt. Every life he took haunts him to this day. He tried to reason with himself saying that it was in the name of survival, but he couldn't help that there might be a darkness in him that he may not ever be able to escape. That is until he met you. You were the light seeping through his brick wall. Not yet breaking it down but showing what possibilities  he had if he were to let you in. He craves the warmth your light gives. He would compare it to the sun but now decades later he forgot what it truly felt like. His body was cold and his heart was hardened. He didn't know if he could ever move past that. The thought that the Sun could cause irreversible damage, it having the possibility of killing him made his heart weep. His sister loved the Sun. You could always find her playing in the light just after a harsh rain. Those were her favorite times. She had a light in her too. That is why he cannot leave. You were here and now you are in danger and he was the one who put you here.

The moment he stepped into your apartment that day he knew they were here. He could smell them. So that day he decided to risk what the two of you had. He asked to use the bathroom to enact his plan of protecting you. He unscrewed the shower head and with a swiftness he quickly put Vervain inside before screwing it again. He even tested the water to see if it worked. It did. It gave him a harsh burning throughout his hand and the smell in the steam that it created burned his eyes and nostrils. He gave the excuse of your perfume and your demeanor changed. He read your mind and could see what he had done. He freaked you out and though it hurt he was thankful that he did. It wasn't his past that freaked you out. So he guessed that it was better that way. So he left it at that and went to get his next meal. That being said he hadn't seen you exit your apartment at all. He hadn't seen you open your door either and it worried him. He didn't see you on your balcony any more and he knew you use to love sitting in the Autumn air. He could hear your heart beat slow to a calm tempo when you did.  When he heard that blood curdling scream he knew you were in danger, but the smell of a new yet familiar scent kept him inside. Once he had sensed that the two were gone he called out to you from the front door. He could have just walked in and unlocked it somehow since he was 'Invited in' but he didn't want to scare you even further. He decided to try a new plan to coax you out of your shell. He decided to go to the market and pick up some apples and flower and other things that are required to bake.

He decided to make his mothers old apple pie. Even though it has been over 70 years since he has seen her he remembered this recipe. It was a request that he and his sister as well as his old best friend Steve always asked for. He also wanted to give back to you. You have been nothing but kind to him and all he has been is skeptical. So he whipped all the ingredients together and has to wait maybe an hour or so before it is done. He doesn't even know if you like apple pie or apples in general so he can only hope. As he waits he listens for you. He listens to the sound of your heart beat, to the sound of your breath, to everything. He knows it seems weird but he has this urge to protect you. He hears you shuffling around your room now. He hears you opening the door to your bedroom and he only hopes you stay out of your room just long enough for him to give you what he made. He must have been so lost in thought that time had passed and the pie was done. He quickly got the pan out using oven mitts  and fans it with his hands trying to cool it down. He quickly gathers it onto a bigger tray so it is easier to hold without dropping it and heads outside and to your apartment. He knocks gently on the door as to not scare you

You jump at the slight knock and creep as slowly as possible to the door. Your roommate wouldn't have knocked she would have walked right in. You think to yourself. 'What if it was the other guy? Brock I think his name was...' You look through the peephole and see a familiar cap and brown jacket clad man. You make sure the chain is still on the latch attached to your door before opening it. "What do you want..." You ask quietly. James was silent for a moment. "I realized that I may have scared you the other day... You have always been so nice to me so I thought..." He moves the pie into frame and you look at it in confusion. "I thought you would like it... It's my ma's recipe." He says slowly. You give him a small smile before shutting the door and unlatching the chain before opening it again. You open it wider to allow him to walk in. "Sorry I guess I have been a little on edge..." You say. "I uh... I heard you scream the other day. Were you okay? I came to check on you and you didn't..." You shiver at the memory and cross your arms over your chest. "I... I-" You begin to curl in on yourself and walk into the kitchen. James follows after shutting the door and locking it before following you. "I don't feel safe here anymore..." You say with a sniffle. "I-I am really scared and I don't know what to do..." You say and James looks uncertain on what to do. "Would you like to talk about it?" He asks and you hesitantly nod. "My roommate has been acting weird ever since you brought over those flowers... She would stand outside my door and just wait..." You walk up to the counter and lean your back against it and face him. "I could hear her breathing through the door... I haven't had good sleep in a few days..." You say rubbing your arms trying to comfort yourself. "A-And then the day you came over and left I decided I needed to take a shower... I walked out to see this man in my apartment..." You voice begins to raise up in pitch as you tell your story. "He went on about how d-delicious I looked and chased me... I was so scared. I was only in a towel and nearly fell a few times. I got a knife to defend myself but as he grabbed me he seemed to have burned himself somehow..." You reach over to your left arm and rolled up the sleeve to see the bruise he had given you. "It was awful... I have no idea what would have happened if my roommate wasn't their... But she didn't seem to care at all." You feel tears begin falling down your cheeks as you try to wipe them away. James who has been listening intently raises and hand out to comfort you but you hold up a hand. "No... Please don't touch me right now." James nods in understanding and stays in his place.

You shake it off and wipe your eyes. "A-Any way... Let's have some pie!" You say with a smile and he nods sending a small smile back to you. You turn around and get a knife from the block and hand it to him. You go over to the microwave and get the paper plates from the top of it and set it next to him. He cuts two slices as you set out silverware as well. Once the pieces are set you wait for him to take a bite. "It's strange how tables have turned." He says in a slight teasing tone as he takes the first bite. once you see that he isn't choking or showing signs of dying you take a bite and hum in delight. You quickly swallow before asking. "This is really good! I didn't know you could bake!" You say and he nods. "My ma taught me..." He says with a sad smile. "Where is your mother?" You ask and he shakes his head. "She died a while ago." You frown and sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I wou-" "It's alright I have come to accept it." He says with a small smile. You wonder what a genuine one looked like. He was already very handsome so you couldn't help but wonder." You see his face flush red and you cock your head to the side. "Everyth-" "Where are your parents?" He asks and you nod. "Oh! Uh... They live in (Y/C) (Your Country). I guess you can say I am pretty far from home." You say with a chuckle. He nods. "Yeah... Seems so. What made you come to Romania?" He asks and you sigh. "College... I am an Art History major. I love art and Romanian Folk Art has always caught my eye." You say excitedly. "So as an assignment I am meant to write an essay and paint, draw, or whatever for an assignment. I just haven't found the right subject yet." You both take a bite of your pie. "Is it suppose to be in the Romanian style or?" You shake your head. "it is mainly our experience here. Something that spoke to me while experiencing the culture... I haven't been able to do much of that though..." You mumble and he nods. "I just don't feel safe here... I can't tell my family because if I do they will want me to come home... This is a huge percent of my grade. I can't go home yet!" You say with determination. James nods and takes another bite.

He begins to speak when there is a sudden jingle of keys. "Shit their back!" You exclaim. "You can't be here!" You say and quickly grab his wrist. You pull him in the direction of your room and he pauses at the doorway. "Come on in! Hurry!" You exclaim and he walks in. You shut and lock the door and listen. You can hear two sets of footsteps and your breathing becomes labored. "Y/N!" You hear your roommate call out. You move away from the door and over to your window. You are only on the second floor of the building. "I'm sorry for kicking you out but you can't be here!" You whisper shout. James nods and walks over to your window. "I... You don't feel safe here. I don't want to leave you alone here." He says as you open the window. "Bu-" "What if that man comes back?" James asks. "I don't want you to get hurt..." He says and you look down and away. "My roommate doesn't like visitors... I will bring your pie tray back to you when I am done. Please leave..." You say sadly. You felt bad. This is the most he has ever talked to you and out of fear you are kicking him out. James nods and walks over to the window and dangles his feet out of it. He turns to you and hands you a piece of paper before jumping out the window. You look out at him then back at the paper. The paper reads:

'I hope the pie tastes good, Here is my number if you need anything. (xxx) xxx-xxxx'

You blush and smile before shutting the window. You go and sit by the door and listen until the footsteps stop. You then hear the familiar sound of your roommates breathing from outside the door and shiver. You sit there as it will be another night without sleep.

#slow burn #Bucky Barnes #vampire bucky barnes #bucky x reader #vampire bucky x reader #x reader #x college reader #eventual smut #eventual fluff #eventual angst #eventual bucky x reader #fluff #sad fluff #angst #strangers to lovers #strange bucky

[acceptyoucausefuckem]

***SPOILERS***

Happy Valentine’s everyone!! This one is a bit bittersweet, not sure what happened but this is what I felt. Inspired by this song. SPOILERS!!!

“You look as beautiful as the first day I laid my eyes on you.” His soft whispers linger against your lips, his forehead touching yours. Both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your chest pressing against his. You smiled sheepishly, heat spreading across your cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I love it when you blush.” He brings his hand up to your right cheek, rubbing it with his thumb, “It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” He continues to sway you from side to side, the light of the moon making his eyes shine, his golden locks tickling your face. “Thank you for loving me and being so patient.” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips. A soft hum escaped his throat, his hands traveling up your back, gripping your shoulders, pressing you as close as he could. “As much as I love having you in my arms, you need to wake up my sunflower. The battle isn’t over yet.”

You spring up, arms reaching out, gasping for air. You wince at a sharp pain in your stomach, looking down you notice the gash had been bandaged. “It’s so good you’re awake Y/N!” You turn to the left, seeing Tanjiro with a wet rag in his hand. “Stop moving so much, you’ll open up the wound again. Took me forever to close.” Giyuu’s voice came from your right. You had defeated an upper moon demon and had passed out from the blood loss, then was that really Kyojuro you saw? It all felt so real. Your facial expression fell when Tanjiro told you about Shinobu and Muichiro. Their faces appear in your mind, Kanoe and Kyojuro standing next to them. “Let’s not let their sacrifice go in vain, we must defeat Muzan.” Standing up a little too quickly and stammering to the side. Giyuu swiftly grabbed you, bringing you close to his side, your face flushed, you didn’t know he was muscular under his uniform.

“Tanjiro, please wake up! You need to wake up! Don’t let him take control!! Tan-” Your screams were cut off, looking down you see his arm pierced through your abdomen, you look into his face, veins around his face, eyes completely empty and white, a snarling demon. You gripped onto his arm, “Wake up Tanjiro…” You whispered, fighting to stay conscious, he shrieked, pulling back and holding onto his head. Giyuu came to your side trying to put pressure on your stomach. You put your hand over his, squeezing gently, “Wake up Tanjiro. He needs you.” He hesitates but nods and places you gently on your back. You turn your head to see his footsteps leave, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose consciousness.

“You’re okay!!” You struggle to open your eyes, a bright light burning into you, it’s sunrise. You hear crying and shouting, you turn to the direction to see Tanjiro embraced by Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. You smile weakly to yourself and notice feet approaching you. Giyuu’s face comes into view and he crouches down, placing your head on his lap. “Tanjiro is alright?” His face softens, “Yes, he’s alive and back to normal.” You sigh, coughing weakly, blood running down your chin. Giyuu wipes it away, his eyes swelling up with tears. You move a shaky hand to his face, stroking his cheek, “Thank you for…being my friend.” Your hand goes limp and he holds it tightly against his face. Tears streaming down onto your face.

“Stop your crying! You’re all gonna be okay.” His eyes widened when he looked up to see your form in the distance, smiling like a goof. “Do not fret Giyuu, thank you for taking care of them.” He jumps, looking down at the hand on his shoulder, following the arm up to see Kyojuro smiling down at him. He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at Kyojuro walk towards you, grabbing your hand. You wave at him once more before you turn and walk alongside Kyojuro towards the sunrise. “Thank you for waiting for me Kyojuro.” You chirp up, holding tightly onto his arm, he gives a small chuckle, “I’m very proud of you my little flame. You’ve done an amazing job. Our future is in good hands, let’s enjoy eternity together.”

#SPOILERS #KNY #DEMON SLAYER #Giyuu tomioka #kyojuro rengoku #sad fluff

[9stxrsan]

STICK BY YOUR SIDE {COVER TEASER}

coming soon

#yoongi x reader #bangtan #sad fluff #bts #bts icons #bangtanarmynet #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts ambw #bts moodboard #bts scenarios #min suga #min yoongi #yoongi angst #agust d #yoongi fanfic #bangtan yoongi #yoongi packs #yoongi #yoongi drabble #suga

[nkogneatho]

Toji has never once shown his vulnerability towards the scar he has on his lips. He never even talks about them. But you know he is somewhere insecure about it when he stops and stares in the mirror while shaving, green eyes scanning the scar. Or when he purposely rests the right side of his face in his hand so the palm hides it. He thought he was being subtle with it, but you noticed. You noticed how deep down he was scared to even talk about it, let alone wear it with pride. That scar was a nightmare and he hated how it was visible to him, to everyone in the most obvious place.

"Toji?" you cooed from behind, walking into the hall while he was watching TV.

"Yes, baby?"

"I bought a new gloss, and i want to test if it's transfer proof."

"Don't know what that is but c'mere, lovie. Sit on my lap while you do it." You smiled and plopped yourself on his laps. Before he could finally look at you, you pressed your tinted glossy lips at the end of his lips where the scar settled.

he tried opening his lips to catch yours but you didn't really kiss his lips. he was so confused why you were pecking one spot.

*one peck. two peck. three peck. smooches tightly*

"D'ya know? I love this." You ran your thumb over the skin. "It makes me realize how strong you are, Toji. Sooo strong. Please don't hide it. It makes you look more handsome." He couldn't form words. The sudden love bomb opened a can of bad memories. Yet, oddly, he was comforted by your words. For a man so big, he was still weak over you and your love. Because you determined his vulnerability. Which is why your relationship was perfect. He is not the kind of man to be vocal about his issues but you read him like an open book. You understand him before he even has to spell it out.

Toji rested his forehead against yours, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed. God. He feels so in love, it kills him. What would he do without you? Everyone picked his flesh till it was just his heart exposed in the dirt, still struggling to beat. But you found it. Not to pick anymore flesh(there was none left). But to rip open your ribs and keep that heart locked in you forever. Safe and sound.

#this got so sad and cute towards the ending i wanna cry #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #jjk x reader #toji angst #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst

[arminsumi]

「 🔴 RECORDING 」

found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

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[cute-sucker]

EX HUSBAND RAFE HEADCANONS !!

ex-husband!rafe will continuously come to your house telling you it's only to check up on your baby girl

ex-husband!rafe will catch himself calling you sweetheart and honey, and them stop himself before it gets out of hand, iching his head and tilting his head in that endearing way

ex-husband!rafe is in tune with your cycle, and you swear the man knows the exact day to send you chocolate and sweet things to handle your sweet tooth

ex-husband!rafe will sleep on the couch with a sheepish smile, but then will soon later join you in your bed, cradling you in the way that made your breath catch whispering "what's the master bed for then, huh?"

ex-husband!rafe will know everything about your dating life/borderline which may seen creepy but somehow you know it's for your health and somehow you understand it all

ex-husband!rafe will let the goddamn pretentious expensive preschool know that his daughter is worth the world and the last thing they want to do is piss the cameron's off

ex-husband!rafe would find himself desperately cracking an inside in an attempt to reminisce about times before your split

ex-husband!rafe will still introduce you as his wife in business outings, a sharp smile on his face while his hand wanders possessively low at the small part of your back, and sometimes you liked how he took stake of what was his

ex-husband!rafe would always attend school events for their daughter, cheering their daughter at the soccer match, and making decisions over coffee

ex-husband!rafe would have you a new bouquet every single time he comes to your house- almost as if to make up for every single one he didn't give you when the two of you were together

ex-husband!rafe still glances at you in that way where dull sparks travel up into your heart, and you feel the testament of time and the feeling that you would never forget the imprint he has on your mind

ex-husband!rafe always compliments you, and sometimes he kisses your forehead, and when you're crying too hard he bundles you in his arms and tells you everything

ex-husband!rafe watches cheesy romance movies with you, both of your legs entwined, and he watches you during those rom coms all teary eyed and telling him it was the best time for romance

ex-husband!rafe lets you know everything that happens in his life, if it's for a little chat or a ride in his car- and his car? he still drives you everywhere. who knows the types of sickos there are in the world? that's what he says to say as he rants furiously

ex-husband!rafe is still the first emergency contact in your phone, and when you get in trouble - he's running to you, arms open to cradle you in his warmth. he always knows how to handle the situation

ex-husband!rafe starts baking for you, and sometimes he leaves a few cupcakes or muffins every single he comes. at this point you feel the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him every single time he cheekily leaves more loafs of bread for you

ex-husband!rafe loves your daughter and you to the moon and back, and he calls the two of you, "his girls," and you swear sometimes you feel your heart break when you see the wary look on his face

ex-husband!rafe always avoids the question regarding why you split up, because he sees the way hot tears well up in your eyes, and the way your hands shake underneath the table and the last time a bastard asked that question--rafe almost punched him in the face

ex-husband!rafe curses himself every single day for signing those papers and letting the best goddamn thing he ever had go.

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[the-moth-in-your-bed]

It didn't come as a surprise to him, really.

He was as friendly as could be. Charming to a T. Kind. Flirty. Give or take a little dirty minded but he never pushed past anyone's limits. No means no after all~

But...he was a rather tall, intimidating looking fellow...and he did play a pretty nasty villain on TV. So it's not too surprising that some still tended to be afraid of him...

Sometimes though, the insults got heavy...today...he actually got attacked, accused of being a monster--

Well sure this is hell baby...anyone down here has to have a little bit of monster in them somewhere-- but he hasn't done anything else otherwise. He hasn't even dared lay a cruel hand on his ladies...or rather he calls them his babies on or off clock.

Yet the accusations and cruel pranks never seem to cease. He can take it for a time--

But...sometimes...

#open starter #sad fluff #hurt comfort