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eddieslittlefreak · 1 year

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sky full of song - steddie ff.

summary: the god of love, eros - steve harrington -, can’t seem to find love himself, no matter how hard he tries. he feels so unloveable. but then the god the music, apollo - eddie munson -, changes everything for the better.

notes: i made up a lot of things in this fic, so sorry for every big greek mitology fan :D a pretty long fic which i worked a lot on, hope you enjoy <3

Steve Harrington - mostly known as Eros, the god of love - was never really good in love himself. Yeah, he showed up to countless people, bringing love and happiness into their lives, watching them from afar afterwards with a little knot in his stomach. Steve chose love long long years ago, because he always wanted to experience such a thing. But all he got was people watching. Even in his own town somewhere over the forests and hills, he was all alone. He had friends, but not a lover.

Steve truly ached for a lover.

A lover to touch and kiss, to share sorrow and joy with. A lover to whisper secrets which no one else can hear, because they are not allowed. A lover to let the feeling linger around his heart, and even stain it a bit in reminder, that now he belongs. Steve was a genius in creating love. He managed to make deep connections between men, women, teens, eldelry people. Even animals. It never really mattered, he just acted the way he felt himself. He had this wonderful ability to do it and if he wanted to, he could have made anyone fall in love with him. The truth though was a bit difficult. Steve didn’t want to force anyone to fall in love with him, just because he did his magic. The gods knew mortal people’s fate since the beginning, the pairs Steve got were always meant to fall in love. But Steve didn’t know his fate and he wanted to be loved for himself, not because he wanted the person to fall in love. He felt so unloveable. Sometimes he lied awake at night, thinking. This was a silly, unreasonable habit, but sometimes he closed his eyes and brushed his fingers against his cheeks, imagining it was someone else. This was the only way he could feel any emotions. This night wasn’t any different either. He stayed up until dawn and only drifted to sleep as the first rays of the sun started to peek through his window. He could only slept around an hour or two, before a sharp whistling melody woke him up. He kept his eyes half closed, as his messy curls fell into his face. Suddenly he couldn’t even tell where the sound was coming from. Soon though, he was able to tell that it was coming from straight under his window. He climbed out of his bed along with a groan, regretting that he didn’t sleep more.

With a harsh move he opened the window, ready to yell the head off of the person who decided to play the role of an alarm clock, but as he looked down, suddenly all of his anger was gone. Steve leaned out from the window as much as he could, standing on his tip toes to look down onto the person who was sitting by the wall of his cottage. He had wild, curly hair and bony hands which were picking on the petals of a flower. He was still whistling, completely unaware of the other god who was looking at him. Steve immediately recognized him as Apollo, the god of music and art, better known around here as Eddie Munson.

Steve sinked back down onto his heels for a moment to think. He wanted to go back to sleep, but now his heart was pounding fast in his chest. He understood that the god of beauty was Aphrodite, but oh dear. Steve always thought that Eddie was the most breathtaking person in the whole world, just as beautiful as his art. Steve was more than surprised that he was there, casually sitting there at his home without doing anything. And what did silly Steve did to get Eddie’s attention? He stood on his tip toes once again and reached down, so the tip of his fingers could touch the wild curls of Eddie’s. Steve just felt like he couldn’t talk, or at least he wouldn’t know how to and what to say someone as pretty as Eddie. The god of art jumped a bit, dropping the flower from his hand and looked up. Well Steve wasn’t ready for such a quick reaction. His face got flushed within a minute as Eddie’s hazel eyes settled on him, and he couldn’t help but immediately step back from the window, tripping in his carpet and falling onto the ground with a big thud.

A few moments passed by before a subtle cough which was coming from outside.

“Hey, Steve? Are you okay?” it was a funny sight as Eddie tried to reach up to the windowsill as much as he could so he could see Steve.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” he cursed under his nose, earning a little laugh from Eddie.

“Oh, I thought the god of love has a just as delicate personality as his ability. Seems like I was wrong.” Steve felt like he could pass out by now, just sitting there, trying to find out what to say. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Okay, wait!” he finally gathered his strenght to stand up, stumbling in his own leg. “I’ll let you in!” as he said this out, his mind gave him an imaginary slap. Why is he doing this to himself?

The truth was that Steve was fond of Eddie for a long, long time now. They met almost every day in the capital of town, around the corner or in a grocery store. Basically they just always happened to meet somehow, someway. It was something about Eddie that made Steve feel all kind of wonderful things that he made his mortals feel. Something so delicate that he was scared to hold it in the palm of his hand, terrified he might damage it or even break it. The gods liked to organize parties where everyone in town was invited and there, at each and every party, Eddie got so close to Steve. He didn’t even drink much, but his hand was constantly on Steve’s shoulder or waist, laughing and smiling at him all the time. And Steve was basically fighting for his life as a blushing mess, his stomach being filled with this tingling feeling that he felt when Eddie was around. Gosh, Steve was pretty sure he is slowly falling in love, but he never believed that Eddie would ever feel even a slightly similar feeling. But that never stopped Steve from wanting him. And this morning Eddie randomly showed up at his home and he had no idea why. All of the sleep went out from his eyes, his pulse was in the skies. He held the door knob for a few seconds before finally opening the door and yes, there was he. There was Eddie - Apollo - in all of his wonder and art, his beauty and tenderness. Steve felt like the ground was about to open under his feet and swallow him right there. He just couldn’t take off his curious irises off of him. He wanted to ask Eddie how does it feel to be this beautiful.

“Oh great lord, I’m so glad you didn’t break yourself, angel!” Eddie smiled with relief, leaving Steve speechless one more time. Steve was a god, a gorgeous and powerful god, but no one ever called him angel before.

“I told you I’m okay.” he answered, finally forcing himself to speak. “But how come that you’re here? I mean.. not that you bother me, I was just wondering.” and there goes the second imaginary slap. Steve was kneen on overexplaining things, but Eddie seemed unbothered and rather.. mesmerized? Is that the right word for a person who is staring at someone with a soft smile and sparkly eyes? Steve was pretty sure he could call it that. Eddie leaned against the doorway, his eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Wanted to see you, Stevie.” he said, not wanting to hide the truth anymore. There was something new and strong lingering in Eddie, which filled up his mind with the thought of Steve and every beauty and treasure that Steve was. Eddie didn’t sleep a minute the night before - a not so great habit that the two of them share -, because his heart was so awake and loud. And now the proof of this all was shown in Eddie’s hickory eyes, and Steve felt his cheeks heating up. His lips parted, ready to say something, but Eddie was faster. “I missed you.”

“Oh.” Steve felt a bit stupid after this not so smart answer, but Eddie just shook his head and reached his hand out, before quickly pulling it back, not so sure if he should touch Steve. “Eddie, are you.. are you serious?” this was like any of those scenarios Steve saw in front of himself at least a million times. The love confession happens and one of the people is blushing, the other is talking blah blah blah.. but right now? Right now Steve was in one of those cases, and he wasn’t even sure what was this all about. Eddie stepped into the cottage, Steve immediately backing up a bit, but staying as close as he could wihout actually touching. Eddie’s whole body was radiating something that made Steve shiver.

For a split second they were just standing there, without saying or doing anything. The silence was thick between them, feeling like a heavy weight. Steve bit the inside of his mouth, his hands shaking from how nervous he was. He took a deep breath, then held his voice back, so it could only come out as a soft whisper.

“You can touch me.” he said, so quiet and careful that others would have thought it was just the play of the wind, but Eddie has heard every melody ever, and he was convinced that Steve’s voice is the most beautiful of them all.

Eddie nodded a small. His right hand found its place on Steve waist while he gently placed his left hand on Steve’s rose colored cheek. Everything was so silent, you could hear every little breath that escaped.

“Steve, look at me, darling.” Eddie spoke when Steve’s eyes started to wonder away from him. He was so fidgety, but he felt like he could jump around the house in happiness. Eddie’s hands were so gentle on his face and waist, he almost couldn’t believe it. His eyes were a bit foggy from the exhaustion, but now mostly because of how worried he was.

“Eddie..” he let his name slip out from between his carefully parted lips. “Do you really want me?” he wondered out loudly. “Not just because I have the ability to make people fall in love? I’m not doing that to you. I’m not forcing you.” Eddie placed his other hand on Steve’s face as well as the little tears showed up in the corner of his eye. He wasn’t about to cry, but he felt so many intense emotions in those moments. He has already had enough in the night and now all of this was just too much. He was scared.

“I chose to fall for you. I knew it might be a bit risky, but I did it anyways, because I want you, Steve. I really, really want you.” Eddie said, brushing over Steve’s soft skin, Eddie himself lifting his chin a bit and tilting his head, small smille on his lips. He felt good finally confessing everything “I long for you so badly, it aches from the core of my bones.” he spoke with lust, like a poem that was written on a rosé soaked paper with a pen that was running out of ink. “I have no doubt about the fears you have. I heard you, Steve. When you were drunk, rumbling to Robin about how lonely and unloved you felt. I heard you, darling.” Steve wanted to pull away, or hide his face, embarrassed at the memory, but Eddie didn’t let him. “That was the moment I decided I tell you everything. I’m so full with feelings for you, Eros.” every word was dropping onto the floor, lying there in the dust, echoing between the walls. The only thing that was on Steve’s mind right then, that Eddie loves him and he aches for him, just as much as Steve was aching for him.

“I don’t know if you sure you want me.” Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist, pushing him away a bit. “I have never been wanted.” he turned his head, letting a shadow of agony run across his face. There was something behind those words which Eddie could hear as clear as day. The truth was that Steve didn’t really believe he could be someone that anybody falls for. That he could be loved, held, cared about. When he realized he was falling for Eddie, he was scared, then a bit worried but as the time passed he accepted it, with the headstate of knowing he won’t ever love him back. But then with those soft touches, a little sparkle got lighten up in Steve’s chest, aroused with hope and light, but he wasn’t sure if he could let himself feel this.

“Such nonsense.” Eddie shook his head, finally beginning to understand Steve’s pain. “I pity those people who declined the love and chaos that you have in your heart, dear Eros. But I am more than willing now to fill the void, To show you, I want you.” he spoke confidently “If you don’t believe my words, let me show you.” Steve looked at him, eyes so glassy, he looked like he was crying without any tears.

“You talk like a poem.” Steve breathed out softly, carefully looking Eddie up and down. He wrapped his arms around himself, his face and waist still burning from Eddie’s fingertips. He wanted back the short minutes where he had his hands on him. “I-” he was working against himself, so unsure and scared of every word that was waiting to finally be given voice to. “I’m not forcing you..” he said eventually, earning a small giggle from Apollo.

“Steve, you’re so sweet.” he reached his hand out again, gently touching Steve’s forearm, before locking their fingers together, pulling Steve’s hand towards him and placing it on his chest. “They say an artist’s heart ever beats so fast when he sees art.” Eddie said, eyes steadily settled on Steve. “That can only mean one thing.” he leaned closer, the heat of his body hitting Steve again. “You are the art itself, angel.”

“I just thought I wasn’t good enough, because in all my life I was suffering, because of the thought of-”

This was the point where Eddie had enough.

He finally leaned in fully, pressing his lips slightly against Steve’s, shutting him up, finally. Steve quickly agreed to continue, accepting the loss of his speech (or more like his panic), and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, pulling him there. He felt like he could taste the music notes from Eddie’s lips. Steve’s heart was racing like every instrument in an orchestra, never dropping from the high that took over it. He suddenly felt like a poet, a painter, a sculptor or any kind of artist who had ever made art, because for him, being in Eddie’s arms was art. True and pure, clean and strong. The next moment Eddie noticed the way Steve was desperately pressing himself up against him, looking from some friction, and the way Eddie’s shirt got up a bit, it made him to be able to feel his skin against his, as his own clothing got messy as well. Eddie had to gather all his strenght not to grin into the kiss, so instead he slipped his hand fully under Steve’s shirt, brushing over his hips and tummy, his lower back, along his spine. Steve was feeling lightheaded. He was panting, his chest raising and dropping quickly, almost completely falling apart between his lover’s arms. Yes, it was true. Eddie was Steve’s lover, as the art collapsed with love.

“I missed you, too.” Steve said between quick and wet kisses, his slips shiny from saliva. Eddie was always so subtle and restrained, since he was the god of every delicate art, but right now his mind was filled with passion and lustful thoughts. He bit on Steve’s bottom lip, softly pulling it from the top, then letting it go with a small ‘pop’. Steve whined, now noticably grinding against Eddie.

“Fuck, Stevie..” Eddie thickly swallowed, before kissing Steve again, leading him towards his sofa. He pushed him down and climbed into his lap. Steve threw his head back, exposing his flawless neck. Eddie didn’t even hesitate before pressing his warm lips there, kissing the skin gently at first. Then he got a bit more bold and bit on the sensitive spot there, marking it, sucking on it. The sound that came out from Steve now was a fully-on, proper moan. He didn’t hold back anything, and Eddie left out a breathy laugh. “You’re such a good boy for me, angel. Letting me know what gets you really turned up.” he said before sucking on the same spot again. Steve got a fist of Eddie’s hair into his hand, pulling on it, earning quiet whimpers from him. Steve was keep on going with the little ‘ah ah ah’ sounds as Eddie was still marking him, writing a novel there on a language only the two of them knew.

“Eddie..” Steve’s voice was barely above a whisper, especially if we compared it to his previous moans.

“Yes, darling?” Eddie leaned back a bit, sitting on Steve’s lap, looking down at him. “Tell me what you need.” he commanded, but he managed to keep his voice raspy and sweet, so it made Steve melt like honey.

“I want you to touch me. Touch me, please.” Steve tried to push his hips upwards, but Eddie sitting there made it difficult.

“You beg so prettily, Stevie.” Eddie stole a quick kiss from him. “How could I say no?” now his voice was smaller than before, thrill running up on his spine. He had been dreaming about properly touching Steve, without any shame or fear that he might do something wrong. But now Steve wanted it and he basically moaned this request. Eddie thought he might be dreaming.

He dropped onto his knees and Steve’s heart jumped into his throat. He sat farther up a bit, quickly pulling his pants down along with his underwear. He was so hard, he even felt a bit embarrased, but when he saw the way Eddie was looking at him, all of this feeling was gone. Eddie’s eyes were filled with hunger and lust, traicing with his eyes over Steve’s gorgegous body. If Steve wasn’t so desperate, Eddie would have spent hours on kissing his skin everywhere, marking it, so everyone in town can know, that the god of love finally found love himself. But well... Steve was desperate and unpatient. Eddie wrapped his hand around the base of Steve’s cock and Steve already felt like he could come just from that. He buckled his hips, his head poking Eddie’s slightly parted lips. The curly haired one giggled, looking up at Steve with his big doe eyes.

“C’mon..” Steve begged. “I want you Eddie, I want you now.” he led his fingers into the messy curls, tugging on them a bit. He noticed that Eddie liked it when he did this.

“Want me, angel?” Eddie poked his tongue out, making a few fast kitten licks which made Steve groan. He felt his cock throbbing so painfully in Eddie’s hand, he was already on the edge. Every inch of his body just wanted Eddie there, close and touching him. That was all he wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes..” Steve nodded eagerly, pushing his hips up once again. Eddie placed his free hand on Steve’s hip and pushed him into the couch.

“Don’t be bad, Stevie. I promise I will make this the best for you.” Eddie spoke, voice low. He was actually just as eager as Steve, he just knew how to hide it. “You trust me, angel?” Steve nodded again. “I need a verbal answer, baby.”

“Yes, yes, please. I trust you, Eddie.” Steve breathed out shakily, pre cum already running down onto his tummy just from those small and barely noticable moves Eddie made while talking.

“Good boy.” at this point Steve was pretty sure he liked it when Eddie praised him or called him good boy. It made his face maroon colored, and his pulse ran up.

Steve was always quite a loud person, but as Eddie swallowed his whole lenght into his warm mouth, he was seeing stars. He moaned out loudly, throwing his head back while eagerly gripping on Eddie’s soft curls. Steve knew every love connected feeling ever, he saw them being experienced in front of him both between gods and mortal people, but he never really had the chance to try out any. And now there was he, almost melting on the couch as Eddie was bobbing his head up and down, his delicate, brown doe eyes looking up at the beautiful man in front of him. Suddenly, all of the art he has seen in his life lost the meaning, because Steve was far more beautiful than any painting, statue or melody anyone ever made.

“Are you close, Stevie?” he pulled back a bit, his lips puffy, red and shiny. Saliva was running down on his chin which he carefully wiped down with his sleeve. Steve looked at him, breath hitching as he did.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Eddie. So beautiful.” he breathed out, as he ran his finger along Eddie’s jaw. “Yes, yes I am close. So damn close.” he added, biting on his lips as Eddie tightened his grip on the base of his cock. “Please..”

“I’ll get you there, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Eddie said before continuing teasing Steve with his tongue.

Steve felt a lot of things in those moments when he came. He felt like he could float simply by the feelings he had for Eddie, the feelings Eddie had for him. It was something mesmerizing, pure and safe. A feeling Steve could hold into any time. He needed a few moments to come down from his high, chest raising and falling quickly. He looked at Eddie again, who’s face was a mess, but gosh, he still looked as gorgeous as ever.

“Want me to.. help you?” Steve offered, looking at Eddie carefully. A grin was hiding in the corner of his mouth, since he noticed how Eddie was softly grinding against his scalf as he was getting Steve off.

“You’re so nice, angel. I don’t think I can say no to that offer.” he showed a cheeky grin, then got up and gave Steve a quick kiss, positioning himself on his lap again. “Can I grind on your thigh..?”

“Of course, pretty boy.” Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s hips, tightening his grip as Eddie moved a bit. “You’re so perfect, Eddie. So, so perfect.” Steve whispered as he kissed Eddie, helping him move his hips faster with his hands. Eddie was gripping Steve’s shoulders, hiding his face into his neck because suddenly he didn’t feel so confident anymore. He was just glad that Steve was there, he held him and took great care of him. It wasn’t just like with anyone else. This was Steve and Eddie loved Steve. He loved him so much. Eddie’s hips moved in such perfect rythm with Steve’s leg, which he buckled ever so often, causing Eddie to throw his head back and moan out his name. No one ever played the musical notes on Eddie’s skin as good as Steve did. He rewrote a lot of them, creating melodies of desire and lust, every bone wrecking need the two of them had. Eddie finished while he was kissing Steve eagerly, letting him know that he wanted him, he wanted Steve more than anyone or anything.

As they both came down from their highs, Steve’s mind was clear again and he needed to become into terms with the realization that this wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him. Eddie was there in his lap, with a small smile on his lips and with so, so much love in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you.” Eddie said, cupping Steve’s flushed cheeks.

“I’m in love with you, too.” Steve answered, eyes never leaving Eddie’s rose colored face.

“Hearing that from the god of love himself is flattering.” Eddie grinned, before kissing Steve again.

This was the first time Steve really felt like he was in love. The first time he didn’t just make it up, it was real. And as he held Eddie in his arms, love didn’t seem so far away anymore.

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thefunniestguy · 2 years

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hello i made this guy in a lab by mixing my concept of love and a few conversation hearts in a giant boiling pot :] throwing another drawing of love below the cut bc i dislike how it turned out LOL

#THEIR APPEARANCE IS IN FACT BASED NOTHING ON MY CONCEPT OF LOVE #HIS PERSONALITY IS THO <33 !!! he's chaotic and a little annoying and tbh he needs to shut up sometimes but i love him so it's ok /hj #also they use any pronouns + love/loveself neopronouns !!!!#another fun fact is i've been listening to 'hallelujah' 'hello hello' and 'your song' practically all day #currently it's 'your song's turn to be on loop HAHA #OH YEAH #HIS NAMES ARE LOVERBOY / LOVER / LOVE / LOVECORE ;]]...#he looks a bit bad in these drawings .... i havent done my lovely abomination justice but . oh well /lh #if i've drawn it then i wanna post it just for the heck of it LOL #my art #digital art #oc #original character

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kiroshang · 1 year

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GUYS WHY IS KÖNIG SO FUCKING LOVABLE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

#🎬. yoshi shut up!!#i'm goin insane i keep watching vids of his voicelines nd i'm kicking my legs back nd forth like a fucking school girl #in my loverboy era !! 😉🫰🫰

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kisskissbanggang · 1 year

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Because I can't leave tiktok stans alone, the answer is NOTHING and this is coming from someone who drinks 3+ cups daily

Jisung is simply a silly dude, and maybe even more so with cameras around and maybe even more so with friends. Don't over speculate on peoples' motives, you'll probably just make them self conscious????????????

#okay tagging this now so you can blacklist my ranting #bel hates tiktok #okay I don't but like #the tag works #shh bel shut up #actual chipmunk loverboy han jisung 🤧#JUST LOVE HIM FOR BEING SILLY DON'T CREDIT COFFEE OR SOME OTHER OUTSIDE FORCE PLSSSS

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 5 months

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Spellbound

you might be void of feelings i fear i haven’t felt for anyone

synopsis// by no means did you hate soulmates, you just hated that he was your soulmate. not like megumi was ecstatic that he was your soulmate either. but that’s fine, both of you found someone else to keep you company.

status// finished!

updates// everyday unless said otherwise

warning// dating app!au, soulmate!au, college!au, no curses!au, enemies(?) to lovers, profanity, megumi and y/n are edgy pieces of shit <3, kys jokes, crack humor? i’m going back to my cringe 2020 smau roots with reaction images id say i’m sorry but i’m not, if any characters or dynamics r ooc take that up with the universe not me !!

☆ this smau wasn’t inspired by a song but the title was!! ‘twas inspired by spell strike by provoker, so besides the title and lyrics on here the song holds little to no relevance :) ☆

you might be the only one

might be the only one for me

feeling 1. young and stupid

feeling 2. child of divorce

feeling 3. no schedule just vibes

feeling 4. six feet under

feeling 5. this is my fight song

feeling 6. success rate

feeling 7. lone wolf

feeling 8. dumpster fire

feeling 9. retail therapy

feeling 10. be normal

feeling 11. the enemy has been defeated

feeling 12. enemies to lovers irl

feeling 13. exorcism

feeling 14. shut ur up

feeling 15. winner

feeling 16. hip hip hooray

feeling 17. swiped right!

feeling 18. silly little mystery

feeling 19. for no reason

feeling 20. i guess so

feeling 21. sigh of relief

feeling 22. relationship territory

feeling 23. don’t hmu

feeling 24. major in loser

feeling 25. fight club

feeling 26. jigsaw

feeling 27. ghosting

feeling 28. cold shoulder

feeling 29. before marriage

feeling 30. meant to be

feeling 31. a hunch

feeling 32. survival of the fittest

feeling 33. he knows

feeling 34. so close yet so far

feeling 35. (disrespectfully)

feeling 36. regressing

feeling 37. take pity

feeling 38. telepathy

feeling 39. betrayed

feeling 40. two birds with one stone

feeling 41. dead end

feeling 42. mass hysteria

feeling 43. an apology

feeling 44. baby’s first reciprocated love

feeling 45. psychological warfare

feeling 46. jealous

feeling 47. a facade

feeling 48. learning to coexist

feeling 49. with you

feeling 50. useless E information

feeling 51. good idea

feeling 52. break the peace

feeling 53. enjoy the peace

feeling 54. revenge

feeling 55. tolerable

feeling 56. catastrophic

feeling 57. fumbled

feeling 58. easier than you think

feeling 59. no downtime

feeling 60. caught red handed

feeling 61. for good

feeling 62. replace megumi with megumi

feeling 63. delicate

feeling 64. best bet

feeling 65. valid question

feeling 66. devils incarnate

feeling 67. patience is a virtue

feeling 68. grow and change as a person

feeling 69. megumi truthers

feeling 70. knock on wood

feeling 71. come find me

feeling 72. cryptic

feeling 73. more than aware

feeling 74. see the future

feeling 75. trying to be nice

feeling 76. why do you hate me

feeling 77. knight in shining armor

feeling 78. perfect paradox

feeling 79. idgaf war

feeling 80. stay like this forever

feeling 81. baby bird

feeling 82. found your way back

feeling 83. heart racing

feeling 84. loverboy activities feeling 85. megumi this megumi that feeling 86. protect you feeling 87. flirt back feeling 88. wingmen feeling 89. in love with megumi allegations feeling 90. more broken feeling 91. gets shirtless again feeling 92. 1 new message!

feeling 93. protecting your peace

feeling 94. tired of waiting

last feeling. a kiss and a fight

epilogue/bonus feeling. spy

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prettyg1irlstears · 24 days

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bsf!rafe imagine ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

bsf!rafe who you somehow managed to talk into watching one of your stupid romance movies with you.

bsf!rafe who looks at you, chuckling to himself when he sees how much you’re into that ridiculously absurd storyline.

bsf!rafe who gets closer to you without noticing.

bsf!rafe who can’t help but think how pretty you look, the way your face is so concentrated on the screen, the way your hair falls on your shoulders, the way your side profile looks so angelic.

bsf!rafe who cups your cheek and makes you look at him.

bsf!rafe who caresses your cheek and chin while telling you how better he is at kissing than the main love interest.

bsf!rafe who chuckles when you tell him to ‘pipe down, loverboy.’

bsf!rafe who shuts you up by kissing your lips, slowly and softly while his hand cups your cheek.

bsf!rafe who has that stupid grin on his face when he pulls away and sees your pouty and confused expression. “i told you, sweetheart.”

#rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe x you #bsf!rafe

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lovifie · 2 months

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Darkfic!Gaz, nothing too extreme but this is not loverboy!Gaz, this is more of It-makes-me-want-to-laugh-at-you-when-you-cry!Gaz.

TW: emotional manipulation, a bit of dubcon, mentions of kidnaps

Everyone has a limit, and Gaz is not an exception.

He is still made of meat and bones, and emotions can be tamed but not ignored forever.

Working in the military takes a toll on everybody, both physically and emotionally. And survivor guilt is the worst of them all.

Gaz is back from his last mission, but many of his colleagues won't. Ever again.

Too many casualties.

Too many lives lost.

Too many injured.

And he is fine.

Not even a scratch he could pick at to feel the pain he deserves.

He shouldn't be walking home so freely, dozens of families are about to find out they will never be whole again.

And he is walking home to you, happy to welcome him back as if he was a hero, dinner warm on the table and you talking to him about your day.

As if he would care about how your colleague invited you to a company dinner in a couple of days. People died today, he couldn't care less.

But it seems you cannot get the memo.

“Can you shut the fuck up for a fucking second? Shit! I have been out for months, I just want some fucking quiet time and you keep fucking going on and on about you. How can you be so selfish?! Fuck! Just shut up, for fuck sake!” He says, standing up from the table and dropping his half-eaten dinner on the sink before walking upstairs to the bathroom to shower.

He regrets it the moment the words leave his lips, the hurt look on your face as if he had just hit you.

It had happened before, the pressure of his work gets too much, he keeps it in, not being able to complain to anyone, until it overfills and in the end you are the one that takes the fall.

He hates himself for it, you are literary the best thing he has, his sweet girl, always willing to take him in, more ways than another, always willing to listen to him, always patient, always kind.

And this is how he repays you, with shouts, sex and apologies. That's the cycle.

He'll get out of the shower and you'll be lying on the sofa, not wanting to share the bed with him, he'll pull you apart and back together on said sofa, and once you are satisfied and pliant he'll take you to bed to sleep on his arms.

Until it happens again.

He gets out of the shower, towel around his hips, and goes down to the living room. But you aren't there, his brows furrow; maybe you are picking the blanket from the room.

So he goes upstairs again, smiling when the room's light is on, and enters; smile quickly dropping when he sees you.

No. No. No. No.

His stomach sinks when he sees the suitcase open on top of the bed, clothes being thrown inside by you.

He can see the tears in your eyes, but you don't look sad, you look angry. You have never been angry at him, he can't wait to feel it.

“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?” He asks stepping closer, closing the suitcase so you can’t put any more clothes in.

You huff, looking at him with hate and tears in your eyes as you try to move his hand away from the suitcase. “I'm leaving, Kyle”

No, no, no, you can leave, he needs you, how can you leave him? What will he do without you?

“Why? Love, please, stop, talk to me, please?” He begs, making you throw the t-shirt on your hand to the floor.

“Talk to you?!” You shout at him. “Maybe I should talk to you the way you talk to me, Kyle! Then maybe you would get an idea of how much it hurts!”

He deserves it, he knows he does, but you have never spoken this loudly to him before, and it stirs something inside him. It makes him wonder if he can make you moan as loud, scream his name.

“I know, love. I'm sorry, I really am. You know that, right? You know that I love you to bits?” He asks, manipulation at his best. But you don't fall for it, you are far too smart to be blinded by his hurt expression. He tries to cup your face, if he can touch you he knows he's got you; but so do you, and you quickly move his hands away from your face.

“If you loved me you wouldn't treat me the way you do, Kyle.” You argue, clever girl you are.

“How can I not love you, dear?” He asks, body moving closer to you. Your hand rests on the middle of his naked chest, keeping him back. It's the back of your hand that touches him, almost as if your palm was too good to touch him.

Your touch is cold, both literally and figuratively and that makes him start to panic. What if you actually leave? What if he can't fix this before is too late? What if it is too late?

He needs you, he needs the control he has over you. Everything in his life constantly feels out of control, his superiors barking orders at him, enemies playing with him, and comrades dying on the battlefield without him being able to do anything about it. He needs to feel he is in control of something, even if that something is a someone and even if that someone is you.

He still pushes closer, the heat from his body pooling into the coldness of your touch. He resists the urge to smile satisfied with how your body betrays you. Kyle does love you, even if it is in an unfair, distorted and macabre way. And he knows you love him, in a genuine, comforting and undeserving way.

His hands manage to get to your face, pushing his face forward to kiss your cheek. Baby steps.

“C’mon, love. I'm sorry, please. I won't do it again, I promise. I'll work on it, I promise I never intended to hurt you. I'm sorry, it's the job, I promise. I love you, darling. I really do.” He says, as he drops kisses on your face, lowering to your jaw and the moment he reaches your neck, he smiles, hidden from your eyes, knowing he is keeping you once more.

Shouts, sex and apologies. That's the cycle.

“Kyle…” You protest, your hand still on his chest and some fight still in you, but he can work it out of you.

“I'm sorry, dear. I'll treat you better, I promise. As good as you deserve, I promise.” He has you against his chest now, and he feels your hand slowly turning on his chest; your palm much warmer against his skin.

He sucks on your neck making you whimper and he needs every bit of self-restraint not to laugh at you, not to laugh at how easy it was. He shouldn't have gotten nervous, he’s got you eating out of his hands.

The part of his brain that is still human, that tells him that you are still human starts to talk to his dismay. He knows it! He perfectly knows that he is a monster for how he treats you, that you should be with someone a hundred times better, such a sweet girl stuck together with such a horrible man.

But one of the many traits that make him such a horrible man is how egoistic he is, so he will keep you, even if you don't want to. He'll keep pushing you away and locking the doors so you can't run. Tomorrow he'll burn the suitcase, he is not letting you get this far ever again.

A glimmer of guilt sits at the bottom of his stomach, a useless feeling. It only means he needs to get inside of you soon, fill himself with the love he so little deserves and fill yourself with empty lies of eternal love.

He grips your thighs, urging you to jump on his hips. You resist for a second too long and he slaps your asscheek making you jump with a whimper.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, love. I'm sorry. I'll make it worth it, I promise.” He says, still biting your neck. The towel around his hips falls at some point, not that he cares; it would get in the way anyway. Just as much as your clothes are, he doesn't bother to let you back on the floor to take them off. He simply grabs the material and rips it on your crotch leaving your cunt exposed.

He is still standing, he doesn't want you to be able to rely on any support, he wants you to feel that if you don't grab him you'll fall, he wants you to need him just as much as he needs you. He slips his hand behind you, getting a finger inside of you making you whimper as you hide your face on his neck; clinging onto him and he loves it.

This is how he wants you, desperate for him. Just like he is for you. At his disposal, just for him.

He can feel the wetness dripping down his fingers, he knows he should add more fingers before sinking you on his dick, but he wants to feel you stretch around his dick, moulding yourself just for him, shaping your insides only for him.

You bite his shoulder when he does and he smiles, loving it, he needs it. He needs the pain you inflict on him when he is like this, the bites on his shoulders, the scratches on his back, the kicks on his lower back, all of it. He deserves, he deserves much more. You could sink a knife into his shoulder, cut him to his hip dragging the blade and he would still feel you need to do more.

He is so horrible to you, he knows he hurts you, and he wishes you could hurt him back, let him know what is like. But you never do, because you are too good to hurt the man you love and it only makes him want you to hurt him more.

He grabs your hips hard, making you bounce on his dick, the room filling with your moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. There are no more thoughts inside his head, already forgetting the faces of those men who died today, already forgetting their names. This is why he needs you, it would consume him alive if it wasn't for you. He needs you.

You cling to him, moaning his name, you mind forgetting his harsh words already only being able to focus on the way his dick is hitting so deep inside of you.

He makes sure to go round after round, his seed spilling out of you making him grunt. He should get you pregnant, stuck with him for real that way, forever.

It's only when you can no longer talk that he gets in the bed with you, hugging you tightly, too afraid you'll think about leaving again.

It's usually at this point he can finally relax, go to sleep and forget about the nightmares his days have been.

But a new nightmare arises when he says, “I love you” and you answer “I know”.

Tomorrow, he is burning your suitcase and he is tying you to the bed. Enough playing around with him, he is here, and you don't need to go anywhere.

Shouts, sex and apologies. That's the cycle.

And that will remain the same.

Whether you want it or not.

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do you love me? 3;

synopsis: they wake you up at 3am and ask if you love them. 1 + 2 + 4

ft: hanma, ran, and rindou.

warnings: gn!reader, insecurities, clingy bfs, jealous!rindou, swearing, mentions of drinking, not proofread, reader is a lil mean in hanma's ): and thaat should be it!

a/n: is it me or are these getting longer?! anyways, here's part 3! the last one will be mitsuya, draken, and chifuyu! i’m running out of steam thinkin’ of scenarios uh oh. anyway, writing ran's bit was so much fun, since i feel like he's a goofy loverboy. i kind of struggled w rindou’s but i hope it still falls together nicely! ALSO WHY IS HIS SO LONG WTF and here's a special lil tag for @fuyuluvr ♡

the city is quiet as the hum of a motorcycle comes to a stop. hanma’s not sure how he ended up here, well actually he is, subconsciously driving straight to the one place that always riles him up, setting his veins on fire faster than the rush of a zipline.

he hums to himself, taking off his helmet, and nudging down his kick stand. he looks upwards, toward your bedroom window, his heart already starting to flutter in his chest. stuffing his hands into his jacket, he walks up, getting ready to scale up towards your window. he glances around, although no one’s around in this dead of night, he would rather not have anyone calling the cops on him.

they’re probably asleep, he thinks, as he peers back up, nails digging into the stone as he uses his leg to boost himself up. he hoists himself until he’s up to the sil, laughing a little to himself when he notices you left it open like you were expecting him.

he tumbles in, knocking over your lamp in the process. “oops.” he says. meanwhile, the crash has you bolting awake, screaming, no, screeching as you grab your alarm clock, holding it up, ready to throw or swing.

he throws his hands up defensively as he approaches, “it’s me!” and in your sleep deprived state you scramble back, the grip on your device tightening.

hanma barks out a laugh, before he switches on your bedside lamp. “hi baby. ♡” he chirps, seeing your shoulders slump as you settle, a particularly loud sigh escaping you as you place one hand over your chest. he kicks his shoes off as he jumps onto your bed, diving straight into your comforter, laying on his stomach.

“you scared the shit out of me!” you yell, “besides, what time is it?” you look at the device in your hand before you realize it’s off, ripped straight out the socket. frowning, you toss it onto the floor, before crossing your arms and facing him.

“you were really gonna fuck me up, huh?” he muses, honey eyes twinkling at the idea of you actually swinging on him. he would’ve dodged of course, but it would’ve given him an excuse to grab you and have you underneath him.

you sigh again, “shuji, i don’t have time for this. i’ve got a work meeting tomorrow morning.” you grab your blankets, shimmying underneath them and pulling them up, “we can hang out this weekend or something,” you yawn.

“eh?” is all you hear as you turn over, shutting your eyes in hopes of getting some sleep. maybe he’d fall asleep with you or maybe he’d leave, but the only thing that’s really on your mind is this stupid meeting. just a few more days until the weekend, has been your new mantra, if you can just tough it out, you’ll be golden.

it’s quiet for a few minutes, but the dip in your bed is still there and soon enough he’s asking, “do you love me?”

“no, shuji, of course i don’t…” you start, sarcasm tinting your voice as you roll back over, but you stop when you see his defeated expression. it’s different from the shuji you know, his solemn eyes studying you, as he nervously plays with your sheets in one hand.

hanma shuji has been so damn bored. it’s been like this ever since you got a job, constant “i can’t”s, and “maybe next time, shu.” he wants so badly to go on late night rides with you again, the sound of your laughter ripping over the roar of his motorcycle.

he wants to stay up with you until sunrise, at the top of your favorite hill, hands intertwined and shoulders brushing. he wants to snap pictures of you at the top of this hill, thinking you're prettier than any sunrise. you make him feel like he’s invincible and that everything’s okay.

shuji has been so bored, but more so than that, he’s been lonely, unsteady. he misses you so fucking much, nothing’s as fun without you, everything’s dull like the world’s covered in sepia.

“c’mere,” you say, opening your arms and he crawls forward, collapsing into you. “i love you, shuji, i do.. and i’m sorry.”

you realize now how distant you’ve been. unbeknownst to the two of you, just how stressful a new job could be, you were just trying to jumble a new set schedule but you had been snappier, neglectful, and even downright mean at times.

shuji tried his best to accomodate you, going off on night rides by himself, always saying, “it’s alright.” when you’d turn him down again. he tried to busy himself more with his friends, but his mind always wandered to what you’d be doing - did you miss him too? - checking his texts every now and then in hopes there’d be a new message.

“shuji?” you whisper when he doesn’t respond and you think he has every right to be upset with you. but instead he says, “yeah?” his face suddenly dangerously close to yours, the tip of his nose lingers by yours and your face heats up at the proximity.

“um,” you stutter and soon there’s a smirk dancing on his face, “d-did you hear me?”

“i heard you. loud and clear, ♡” he says, lips ghosting over yours, “i was just replayin’ it in my head.”

shuji always has you melting and tonight is no different, so you close your eyes and let him kiss you. deep, sweet, and full of all the things the two of you don’t know how to say. you pout when he pulls away and he grins, “so cute.”

an idea strikes you then as you gaze at the love of your life. “hey… wanna go for a ride?” besides, what's the harm in losing a little sleep?

the way he perks up has you giggling, you’re sure if he had a tail it’d be wagging a mile a minute. he’s practically beaming, as he starts to pull you up and off the bed. he stops for a second, head tilted and finger on his chin, “wait, don’t you have a meeting at in a couple hours?”

you nod, “yeah, so bring me home by 5?” you smile at him as you reach for a jacket.

“i can do that.”

ran:

for the first time in his life, ran haitani cannot fall asleep. he lays there, one arm resting above his head, the only noise being the sound of your soft snores as his mind continues to wander. he thinks about the dinner you two had earlier. it was dumb, the entire situation, your friends were clearly too drunk to be saying reasonable things. ran knew this, he’s been the same way countless times before.

but when she hiccuped, arm slung around you, “maann, can’t believe you ended up with ran! you used to only talk about rindou in high school ehe.” ran felt his stomach drop.

you froze at that, quickly glancing at ran whose face was otherwise unreadable. she continued, incessantly giggling, “seriously seriously! everyday was ‘man rindou looked sooo cu’-“

“thats enough!” you had said, placing a palm over her mouth to muffle her. “lets get you home, okay?” desperately glancing at the rest of your friends, who took the hint and helped her out of there.

ran remembered how after everyone left, you had tried to talk to him, “listen..” your hand reaching towards his.

but for some reason, he had stopped you. “it’s fine, people say dumb shit when they’re drunk,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “don’t worry about it.”

and maybe the reason was that he was scared, scared to hear you admit that yeah, you did like his brother. and when that didn’t work out, you settled on him.

he shakes his head, getting up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom. turning the faucet, he douses cold water on his face. don’t be stupid, ran.

when he walks out, he stops when he sees you sitting up, sleepily rubbing your eyes. “ran?” you mumble, “are you okay?”

he settles back into an easy grin, walking over and climbing back in. “yeah, i’m alright.”

“liar.”

he blinks. “what’d you just say?”

“i said, you’re a liar.” you huff, placing your hands on his cheeks, swiveling his head towards yours. “you’re upset.”

“and why do you think that?” he says, but there’s a red tint dusting on his cheeks, and his eyes flicker from you to various objects around the room.

“first of all, you’re awake,” you emphasize, “when is ran ‘if i don't get enough sleep i’ll kill you and your family’ haitani awake at 3am? hm?” you dart your head every time he tries to look away trying to stay in his vision.

he sighs, “okay, you got me.” he stills, looking at you with a crease in his brow. “do you love me? and.. was what your friend said right? that you used to like my brother?”

you soften at his question, “of course i do. i love you and only you. let me explain?”

he nods and you drop your hands, opting to intertwine them with his. sighing, you begin, “okay so, in high school there was this… friend- okay no i hated that bitch-“

you give ran a look as he whistles, caught off guard by your vitriol, as he motions you to continue on with a little grin, “don’t mind me.”

“there was this acquaintance,” you continue and ran nods, “and every single guy i was into she would try to take them from me, so i pretended to like rindou because.. i was scared.. she would actually get together with you.”

its your turn to burn with embarrassment, looking down at your interlocked hands as you reveal the secret you kept for so long. you glance up at ran and groan out a “what?!” when you notice his shit-eating grin.

“i’m really a catch, eh?” he teases and you scrunch your nose. “don’t make that face,” he points, “you’re the one who tried to gatekeep me.”

“ugh fine,” you pout, your face on fire, “this is so embarrassing… ah!” ran pulls you down, hugging you tightly. “ran?”

“man, i feel like a million bucks! who would’ve thought the person i’d been chasin’ all throughout highschool felt the same way. i should’ve asked you out sooner.” he pinches your cheek, cooing, “my baby.”

you can’t even focus on the fact that he casually mentioned the two of you were mutual crushing for so long. if you could die from embarrassment you would. on the flipside, if ran could die from love, he would. he’s never admitted it before, but he’s always felt a little insecure, so he hides it behind a mask that only you get to uncover.

“did i ever meet her?” he asks, face to face with you. he can’t stop smiling, instead continuing to poke your cheek as you pout.

“hmm, maybe. i dunno, i tried to avoid her a lot of the time.” you answer, “why?”

“cause if i did, you wouldn’t even have to worry about it.” he says, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “i’ve only had eyes for you after all.”

was he always this cheesy? seriously, you might die. “i’m gonna die,” you profess, your face and body on fire, moving your hands up to hide your expression behind them. “if you continue, i’ll seriously die.”

“dying in my arms is super romantic though.” he muses, “i bet it’d be a dream come true for you.”

“shut up!” you groan, burying your face into the pillow.

“babe, seriously, it’s a dream of mine. romeo and juliet, who?”

“ran haitani, shut up!”

rindou:

rindou haitani was seething. on the outside, he had it all. a club that he owned with his brother, able to play his music to an excited crowd, and to top it all off, a loving partner who did their best to support him. but on the inside, he was someone who hid from his emotions, snuffing them out before they had their chance to reach the surface and maybe that’s why, in rare moments, when he couldn’t snuff them out he waited until you fell asleep to think about them.

maybe it was his fault for inviting you out, but it’s always been a dream of his to watch you dance to his music. at first you refused, something about how crowds aren’t really your thing. but he persisted, noting how you always dance for him when he plays his music so why not do it at his club?

“besides, you always get along with everyone you meet, just try it.” he insisted, beaming when you said “okay, just this once.”

he wasn’t usually jealous, something he prided himself on, that you could hang out with whoever you wanted whenever you wanted and he’d have no issue. but tonight things were different. you looked amazing under the neon, pulsing lights, feeling the beat down to your bones as you swayed and moved on the dance floor.

ran was supposed to stay close to you, but the two of you got separated by the mass of bodies. from his view up top though, rindou could see you clearly, and when someone came up to you to dance, he was sure you would deny them. but perhaps it was the slight buzz of alcohol running through your veins or maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through you that caused you to say yes.

you didn’t grind on them, thankfully, but still, the way you laughed and cheered, eyes fully on them was like a kick to rindou’s gut. at one point, they leaned in to say something to you and rindou almost stopped his set, wanting to take you home immediately. but instead, he grit his teeth and kept playing.

he didn’t have the heart to tell you anything on the way home either, the way you excitedly bounced up and down detailing to him about how much fun you had and how you’d love to go again. he shut those emotions down again, instead laying a hand over yours, smiling and saying, “i’m glad you had fun, love.”

but now as he lay there in your shared bed, one arm around you as you slept on his chest, he was steaming. he has a continuous fight with himself in his head over it, how he isn’t the type to dance anyway, so it’s fine if you have fun dancing with someone else. but also, have you ever had that much fun with him before? like you did tonight with some stranger? he’s so pissed off he can’t remember, especially when he thinks about how close they were to his baby.

when rindou is lost in his head, he never notices the things he does outwardly to keep himself calm. like the tapping on your arm or the shake of his leg, but you do, rousing out of sleep, peeking one eye up at him.

“rinnie?” you croak, voice hoarse from the amount of shouting and laughing you did tonight. “you okay?”

he looks down at you, unable to control the frustration clearly etched across his face. “i’m fine. go back to sleep.”

“no.” you say, even in your half-asleep state you can tell that something’s up, “what’s wrong.”

“nothing.” he huffs, trying his best to not let his emotions get the best of him. but if there’s one thing rindou hates, it’s talking about his feelings.

you pause, trying to think your words over carefully. “did i do something wrong?” he doesn’t respond, and you mull it over again, when an answer comes to you. “oh… i won’t go to the club anymore, if that’s what you want, i bet i looked pretty lame dancing out there-“

“no!” he interrupts, “no… you looked amazing…besides, i love watching you dance.”

“then what is it, rindou? i can’t read your mind, y’know?” you remind him and his face softens.

“i know…” he replies, and you wait for him to continue. that’s something that he’s grateful for, that when he does talk, you never rush him, letting him go at his own pace. “it’s just… did you have to dance with that guy tonight?” he mumbles, voice trailing off so that it’s barely audible.

“hm? i didn’t hear you, did i have to..?” you ask, tilting your head.

“did you have to dance with that stupid dude tonight?!” he nearly yells, rushing out his words and you blink, a little taken aback.

“oh…” you realize, he’s jealous. you realize now that from where he was looking it probably did look bad, his partner, dancing and laughing it up with a stranger. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know that bothered you so much…”

for some reason, that sets rindou off and he scoffs, pissed off once again. of course he’d be annoyed, of course he’d be jealous. you’re his partner. “do you love me?”

his question comes out more like an accusation and you hate it because it stings. in turn you say, “i do. do you trust me?”

he wants to bite back, but when he looks at you, he can’t. you look so hurt, he sighs, rubbing his temple with his free hand, “… sorry. i do trust you. i’m bad at this.”

“i know,” you say and he glances at you, surprised, which makes you smile. “you’re awful at telling me how you feel, so you act all cool and tough instead.”

“aren’t you mad at me?” he asks, your sudden smile catching him off guard.

“hmm… not really mad, just a little hurt is all.” you say, because even though he was the one who told you that you get along with everyone you meet, you know rindou inside and out, culminating from the many years the two of you have shared together.

rindou doesn’t want to seem controlling, but because of that he neglects to establish his boundaries, too focused on how comfortable you feel. it’s his own weird way of control, if he doesn’t push you, let’s you do your thing, then you’ll stay. you won’t leave him like he’s scared you’ll do if he ever says no.

he apologizes again, his frustration turning to shame. you're so patient, even when he snaps at you or can't find the words. but you shake your head, “thanks for telling me. let me know what bothers you, please?”

“i’ll try,” he mumbles, glancing away, and you know that means that next time he probably won’t. he’ll most likely bury those feelings deep inside until you catch wind, but it’s the fact that he’ll at least try that makes you happy. it’s okay, you’ll always be there when he needs it.

you settle back into your original position, closing your eyes and within a few minutes, you’re dozing off asleep.

tonight really did a number on you, he thinks, while playing with your hair, maybe i should be more honest with you�� i love you.

but there's a few things that rindou doesn’t realize. like how he’s talking out loud, or that you’re still just barely awake, his “i love you,” warming you up like the morning sun. as much as you wanna mention it when you wake up, you also don’t wanna embarrass him. for now, you’ll keep this a secret.♡

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