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wifeofasith · 5 months

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Warnings — Dead dove - do not eat, psychologist!Anakin x reader, manipulation, coercion, captivity, blindfolding, tying up, drugging, loss of consciousness, both Anakin and reader are mentally ill, scissor play, undressing, dub-con, implied murder, hinted homicide, hinted torture, stalker behavior, implied APD, implied suicide, Stockholm syndrome? Generally a messed-up piece of work.

Word count — 3k

Notes — A small project for my friend. Not something I'd normally write, but I took it as a challenge. Not exactly smut, but it's hinted & characters make out. Make sure to read the warning list and be mindful. Wrote it in a different point of view to make it as gender neutral as possible. NOT PROOFREAD.

After seven visits and a night of consideration, I've come to the conclusion that Doctor Skywalker wasn't the correct mental health specialist for me. And it wasn't because he was bad at his job, no, quite the opposite. Anakin Skywalker was an attractive male in his forties. He never shared details about his personal life, and despite that, he managed to create an impression of a person I've known for months, if not years, of my life.

Anakin scared me. Not intentionally, of course. It was what he's supposed to do — pick up the details of me, the patterns of my brain, my movements, and my involuntary fidgeting. He was a modern mind reader, and I couldn't help but wonder if he's aware of every thought I've had when he sat in front of me, with his legs crossed, glasses hanging on the very tip of his nose, a linen button-up with the last button left free. Could he hear what my inner voice was saying during those stolen stares? The gentle tapping of a fountain pen on his notebook told me he could.

He wasn't the only one digging for specifics, though. His purposeful, secretive behavior made me want to figure him out. As if he were my medical project and not the other way around. I knew that it wasn’t ethical; part of his job was to keep the outside world, including his own, off his patients' brains to avoid influencing them. But I needed to know more. Anakin Skywalker was my psychologist, and I was utterly and entirely obsessed with him. Maybe that's exactly why I should stay in therapy. For one reason or another.

It was Tuesday morning, and I woke up especially early for my supposedly last appointment. I wanted to take a longer way to his office and connect all the pieces of private information my ill brain gathered and processed about Anakin. There were plenty of assumptions, facts I couldn’t know for sure, and guesses about his life that were possibly altered by whatever’s been lurking in my brain. However, I loved the image. In my head, Anakin was divorced. The absence of an expensive stone on his ring finger forced me to come to that conclusion. A glimpse of his phone wallpaper portraying two toddlers told me he was a father of two — a boy and a girl with the same gentle but intense stare he wore. The bundle of keys on his office desk told me the kind of car he drove, how many locks his house had, a keychain of his assumed favorite hockey team hinted at what he enjoys doing in his free time. Oh, and he was a smoker, that’s for sure. You could never miss the smell. No matter how many mints he swallowed before my visits or the scent of soap he used to wash his smoke-stained fingers, the cigarette trace was always obvious. But I didn’t mind it, not one bit. His natural smell mixing with the dirt of an addiction on someone who’s supposed to be an example of a perfect intellectual man was like knowing his dirty secret — it was arousing.

I came fifteen minutes early. My doctor worked on the third floor of a five-story commercial building; it was an environment I deemed to be perfectly suitable for a man such as Anakin. Modern architecture surrounded by enough green to not appear like a dystopian haven. And it was an excellent choice for a psychologist office, initially. Personally, however, I thought it was too perfect. Everything surrounding Anakin was a bit too perfect, from the way he carried himself to the choice of his work spot — it always rubbed it in for me that there are people doing okay, people who aren’t chained with the issues of their own heads, uncaged, people who can enjoy that perfect organic modernist dream.

I was going to spend the punctual sixteen minutes outside on a bench before stepping inside and greeting the doctor with a new wave of depression to discolor some of his lively world; after all, that’s what he’s signed up for. I sat down comfortably, not too far from the main entrance, admiring the surrounding park while judging parents chattering around while their strollers were left unattended near the children’s playground. It was enjoyable to see and possibly figure out the mindset of all the strangers and passersby. I felt like my own kind of psychologist, but I never had any intentions to help the people I marked as dysfunctional in one way or another. I lacked some empathy, yes, but that only made my life easier; I wasn’t as attached to problems that weren’t my own, and I could analyze people without their lives influencing mine. My doctor’s fairytale was unfortunately disturbed by the raspy voice greeting me.

“Good morning. You’re early.” Anakin greeted me with a welcoming yet slightly surprised tone. “I’m glad.”

The coffee in his hand told me otherwise; I could only assume though, but he probably expected to spend a good ten minutes alone in his office, enjoying the morning with a hot latte and with no bothering from his patients before his workday even started.

“Good morning.” I nod too nonchalantly for my own liking. It was obvious I was forcing the tone, and if someone is to pick on such a small detail — it’s him.

“Let’s go; I don’t mind starting early.” He smiles, and I can once again can tell what a liar he is.

I follow him inside a white-lit lobby area, where he’s greeted by a few people he’s familiar with. He walks with masculine confidence, and I find myself feeling so disgustingly small beside him, small and insignificant. I wonder if he’s ever aware of the effect his demeanor has on people. It pisses me off and excites me further. It’s a case of mental masochism, and I’m a pathetic victim.

After a few second elevator ride, spiced with his initiated small talk, we enter the office. He offers to make me a cup of tea, giving me a choice of peppermint and lavender. I was about to decline when I reminded myself that it was my last time here and that I had never drunk lavender tea before. So I agree, encouraging him to be generous with sugar.

“Can I assume you being oddly early to come means an improvement in your mood?” He asks as he brews my beverage. It’s almost as if he’s not even working yet, not taking notes and analyzing me, but I know it’s just a facade to make me feel more comfortable.

“Perhaps. More so that I don’t think I’ll be visiting anymore.” I confess and go along with his play.

“Can I ask why?” His broad back turns from me, and I’m greeted with his handsome face. There was no hint of confusion or surprise; you would think he'd expected me to say that.

I shrug my shoulders, following his hands as he stirs my tea and pushes a delicate porcelain cup forward. His voice is nice, but I would much rather stare at him than watch his miserable attempts to help me.

“I don’t think therapy is necessary. Not anymore, at least.” I take a sip of a hot lavender drink, my hands taking the cup involuntary to avoid speaking further. The brim touches my lips, and I hiss in pain from the burning liquid. I swear he chuckles at me.

“I would like to continue seeing you.” He crosses his legs and leans back in his chair. The gaze he’s fixed on me, mixed with the weird silence after he stops asking questions, is making my insides squirm with anxiety. It’s never like that around him.

“You see, y/n, you are an interesting case…” Anakin pushes his glasses up with his index finger, rocking his chair slightly. “You’re an obsessive stalker.” He blurts out as a wide grin spreads across his face. “And I dislike misbehaving patients.” His face is becoming more blurry as we speak, and I feel myself sinking into the velvet cushion of an armchair.

Fucking lavender tea...

I couldn’t tell if I was out for days or mere minutes, but I’m pretty sure if the familiar smell of cigarettes hadn't reached my nostrils, I’d still be asleep. I opened my eyes only to be met with a dark cloth concealing my sight. I know I’m still in Anakin’s office because the sensation under my restrained wrists is of the same velvet chair. I remained still, in hopes of figuring out what’s going on. Only one thing was clear: I shouldn’t have came today yet alone drank tea. That's a gut feeling for you. The blindfold is weak around my eyes, and I guess it’s less for hiding the view and more for intimidating me. Good job, doctor.

“Oh?” Anakin gasps mockingly. “You’re up early, little bird.” He’s standing behind me; one of his hands snakes up my neck, fingers twisting into my hair. “Good.” He tightens the cloth around my eyes.

“There’s something about you. You’re as annoying as you’re pretty, and I can’t decide if I want to keep you as my little pet or get rid of you and mask it as the tragedy of a weak-minded person.”

I can sense him walk away and then make his way back into his chair in front of me. I sat up straight, settling my head towards him to show how little his words were frightening me. My mind’s been playing games on me since I can remember myself, and a mere human couldn’t scare me with ropes and threats when my own head was a prison of torture most of my life.

“I urge you to make that decision now before your next patient finds us in this roleplay of yours.” I tug the restraints on my hands.

Anakin laughs; I can hear him light a cigarette.

“Yeah?” He pauses, probably taking a puff. “You’re stupid. You don’t think you should be scared?”

I know I should be; in fact, I am not mentally ill enough to be oblivious to how messed up my situation actually is. But I’m not scared, and that scares me way more than being held hostage by my own psychologist.

“So what then, doc? Don’t keep me waiting.”

I can feel Anakin rise from his seat and slowly make his way to stand in front of me. I can’t see him, but as he towers over me, I lift my head up. There is that sense of feeling small again. Maybe it’s less about his confidence and more about how twisted his mind is to lure in people like that.

“Do you think I haven’t noticed? You… Digging through me, trying to figure me out... Watching me. You’re sick.” He grabs my chin. ”You’re sick, and it pisses me off.”

“So you decided to tie me up?”

He sighs, and I’m pretty sure he’s fed up with my poor sense of judgment.

“No, I decided to tear up your dignity piece by piece to show you who’s the real maniac between the two of us.” He yanks the blindfold off my face, and I can’t help but wonder if the initial purpose of it was to do just that. It's as if he’s planned every single second of our sick encounter.

His piercing deep blue eyes star into mine intensely, filled with overwhelming emotions of visible hatred and lust, and I am no longer sure if I want to scream into his face or bite his lips off in an intense session of kissing. I want to make him bleed through both pain and pleasure. Can he tell what I think this time too, or is he sane enough to be unaware of the disturbing thoughts spiraling in my scrambled brain?

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says it with a disgusted tone.

“Do you not enjoy my stare, doctor?"

I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why my tongue moved in such a seductive manner when I spoke to him. Maybe it was the fruit of his manipulation, making me feel safe, making me trust him, and then turning me into a mindless vessel that craves his approval. Or maybe my problems dive deeper into my body, and it’s just who I am. Maybe sickness excites me.

Whatever the reasoning, it seemed to amuse him. Though I still couldn’t read if his amusement was based on hatred for that twisted attraction he obviously felt towards me, part of me wished it was later.

“You’re a masochist.”

“And you’re a sadist.”

Anakin raises his eyebrow. “So you agree?”

We were both right, but I wasn’t just going to sign up for him hurting me. Or at least not this easily. As I wonder how this is going to go, he leaves the room.

I like to think he’s keeping me because he finds me desirable. It doesn’t exactly make the whole captive situation better, but hell, it’s satisfying when you’re entertaining enough for a man such as Anakin to consider not murdering you instantly. For other eyes, it would make his image less perfect, but to me, he’s becoming better by a second.

Anakin comes back with a pair of metal scissors in his hand. He towers over me again, this time raising my chin with a cold blade.

“You’re not letting go of that stare, are you, darlin’?” He bites his lip, looking down at me.

The stinging blade traces down my neck, sliding over my right collarbone. The thicker skin he reaches, the more pressure he’s applying, yet he's not breaking the flesh, only leaving a red, tingling line. It drags over my clothed shoulder and down the sleeve of my shirt. He does it slowly, not breaking eye contact, as if he’s done it a thousand times before. I question if I am as special as I thought I was.

“You have no idea what I am going to do to you.” He leans down to whisper as he hooks the cutting edge under the cuff and cuts into it.

A cold sensation sends shivers up my arm when he lets the two blades rip through the material all the way up to the neckline, leaving my left limb completely free of clothing. The dust particles tickle my nose, causing a sharp inhale, which he mistakes for fear.

“Scared?”

Not a chance. It’s better than just undressing me; it gives a sense of foreplay, whether before sex or murder. He repeats the same process on my other sleeve.

“You like playing with your food?”

Anakin grins widely. I think he’s liking me more and more. "Oh, how I’ll enjoy devouring you, my sweet dessert."

He drops down to his knees, placing his hands on my thighs to keep them apart and give him more access to be closer to me. He cuts into the hemline of my shirt and rips it across the middle, parting it and exposing even more of me for his eyes to eat. He doesn’t stop there and digs the point of the scissors into my chin, causing a painful sting. I look into his eyes, clouded with darkness, biting my teeth together to avoid hissing from the ache.

“Mouth.” He says that, and my lips part involuntary, as if he had control of my own body.

He slides the scissors fully into me, leaving only the rings hanging out.

“Bite.”

I clench my teeth against the metal to prevent myself from choking. Anakin looks at me proudly, as if saying how good I am for listening to his orders. He grabs the waistband of my pants and commands again.

“Hips.”

I lift myself up, and before I know it, I’m almost entirely naked, tied to a chair, with scissors digging into the back of my throat. And I don’t think ever in my life I’ve been this turned on by a mere thought of being hurt.

He stands up, grabbing the tool out of my mouth and yanking it out without any consideration. With trembling hands, he starts cutting the ropes off my wrists.

“I’m about to die from the feelings you make me feel.” He groans.

Once my hands are free, I clash into him like an animal freed from a cage who’s been deprived of meat. His lips lash onto mine, and his arms grab my thighs and lift me up against him. He’s kissing me, and my body’s burning with sickness and desire. Anakin carries me to his desk, sweeping all the papers and stationary on the ground with a loud, crashing sound, breaking whatever’s fragile and unlucky enough to interfere with our twisted fantasy.

Anakin’s teeth graze the skin on my neck as he throws me to lay on the wooden tabletop. He digs his teeth into my flesh, making me gasp. He’s marking my body with deep red bruises, and I wonder if it’s to hurt me, taste me, or make me see the sars. I’m pretty sure all three things are happening at the same time, though.

He pulls away for a second just to force his tongue into my mouth. And I kiss him. I crave him. I want to make him feel weak for not killing me; I want to make him feel vulnerable for giving into his desires, but the only one who’s feeling small is me. Just like every other time. I keep kissing him, tasting his spit in my mouth as it smears over my chin from how hungrily he’s working. And he keeps devouring me. He keeps devouring me, and I can’t force myself to stop him.

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whimsyskittles · 9 months

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hello ^^ i hope u are doing well today!! can i request a hobie x reader where they go on to an aquarium date, and the reader starts to ramble about the sea creatures theyre seeing ?? bonus if by the end they get matching keychains/gifts hdsjskfh thank you !! ;w;

i am!! i hope you're doing fantabulous as well 😚😚

oh my god i love this request okok

why is going on small trips with hobie so exciting??? woooo okay anon, let's do this!!

P.S i added a few small details like the fact that the reader wants to be a marine biologist which is why they're so excited!! 🤭 ALSO!! THERES ANOTHER BONUS!! towards the end, gwen, miles, and pavitr make an appearance!!! 😍

TW: major fluff teehee and a bit of teasing closer to the end

the title is an unintentional reference (iykyk) idk how i ended up with it lmao 😭

☆ his aquamarine hobie x gn!reader !!

"are we almost there yet??" you ask hobie for the hundredth time in the past five minutes

he chuckles and looks over at you as he's driving, "almost, love. about ten more minutes, yeah?"

you groan and look at your window "where are we going, anyways?" you look excitedly at him

"cant tell ya. it's a surprise, you'll love it though. turn on some music to keep ya occupied for a bit."

jokingly rolling your eyes, you smile and turn up the radio

ten minutes later

hobie pulls the car into the parking lot as you try to decipher the surroundings around you

"oh my god, hobie did you bring us to the aquarium??" you show off a wide grin and look over at him

"well, yeah, ya gonna be a marine biologist, arent ya? figured you must love sea animals and brought ya here. happy, love?"

you kiss his cheek and look back at your window

"only the happiest in the world! i cant believe you remembered!"

"why wouldn't i? you're the love of my life aren't ya?" he teasingly says, looking back over at you

you both get out of the car and head towards the aquarium's entrance

as you two walk, hobie grabs your hand to intertwine it with his own

"excited?" he asks as he looks at you

"well, obviouslyyy...!" you smile as you finally walk into the aquarium, admiring how it's decorated and looking at everybody as they gaze into the tanks

hobie chuckled at how mesmerized you looked "cmon then." he gently took your hand and you both walked over to where a certain species of fish were

you gasped and started to ramble about fun facts on the fish that you two were looking at

"these are angelfish! they can get as big as six inches and they will literally eat anything that they can fit in their mouth."

he laughed and smiled at your excitement "ya sure know your stuff, don't ya?"

as you continued telling hobie about all of the different fish and cool facts about them, you reached the stingray petting area.

"oh my god i've always wanted to pet one of these!! did you know that stingrays are considered to be apart of the same group as sharks??"

hobie gives you a quick kiss "no i didn't, thanks for telling me, love" he wanted to say so much more, but he thought it would seem a bit dramatic to praise you over your fish facts. he was thinking stuff like, "y/n is so cool..how do they know about all of this?? they look so adorable when they're excited!"

as you reach the stingray tank, you stick your hand in the water to pet a stingray

"feel how bumpy their skin is, isn't it awesome??" you were absolutely stoked and hobie was just admiring your utter excitement

he put his hand in and felt of the stingray just as you were

"i thought that they 'ad smooth skin." he states, smiling

"a lot of people do, but their skin is actually rough and the scales on it acts as teeth!"

hobie was genuinely surprised and nodded " 'at's pretty amazin', isn't it?"

he already knew the answer

you smiled and nodded as you took your hand out of the water and dried it off

he did the same and took your hand again

"looks like we've almost finished it up, we've got the sharks and then we can make our way to the gift shop, yeah?"

you agreed and walked with him, smiling as you also admired how cool the ocean themed decorations were in the aquarium (didn't expect that, did you⁉️😈)

as you and hobie finished up looking (and as you finished teaching him about them) at all of the different sharks, you stepped into the gift shop)

you looked at all of the plushies and gasped

"look at how adorable these are!" you exclaimed and beckoned for hobie to come over and look at the stuffed shark you had found in a bin

suddenly, a spinning rack catches your eye and you put the stuffed shark back, and hobie chuckles to himself and followed you over to the stand

you grabbed two matching earring pairs that were shaped as a fish (each pair sets had a different fish that matched with the other, almost looking like two had been switched. when is it my turn to be happy???? 😭)

you looked at him with puppy eyes

"can we pleeeaaasseee get these couple earrings??? look, they're shaped like little fishhhh, cmonnn!" you said this excitingly and looked up at him

"i cant say no to that, can i?" he smiled and you walked to the cash register and payed for the matching earrings and you both put them in, putting the earrings you both had previously had in inside of your pockets

[timeskip: a few days later (you and hobie had went to go eat with miles, gwen, and pavitr)]

you and hobie were sitting at a table with miles, gwen, and pavitr as you all talked and laughed

"sooo, what's up with the earrings?" gwen asked teasingly, smiling as miles and pavitr giggled a little

"oh, me and hobie got them at the aquarium a few days ago!" you grinned

"i thought hobie didn't li-" pavitr was cut off as hobie covered his mouth

"yeah, we did. it was lovely, who knew sea creatures were so interestin'?" hobie smiled as he continued to cover pavitrs mouth while you grinned happily

"oookay, lovebirds" gwen replied and started to talk to miles

you and hobie quickly kissed and began to chat some more with each other, while hobie still covered pavitrs mouth

(love how pav is third wheeling gwen n miles AND hobie n the reader 😍😍)

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! thank you anon for this lovely request and i'm looking forward to answering more from you guys!

-whimsy ☆

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chaotic-on-main · 2 days

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Hi Sky 👋 sorry if I am bothering you 🥺

May I request a moodboard of me levi and gojo?? Gojo and I are best friends; he has a feeling for me but I am in love with Levi and Levi loves me a lot. Gojo and I went on a long drive and I excitedly told him about my marriage to Levi and he looked very sad.

I know it’s cringe please forgive me. It is actually based on what I see in my dream few days ago

Levi x San x Satoru

☾ content/warnings ➼ angst, unrequited love, crossover (jjk and aot)

☾ a/n ➼ hi @notgoodforlife <3 this has been in my drafts for so long because life has been kicking my ass and I haven't been able to get back onto solid ground. but I hate that I've made you wait for like, 4 months. you asked for a moodboard and i got carried away writing this whole thing instead. I hope you're doing well over there, and I hope this doesn't hurt too much. ALSO THIS ISN'T CRINGE. ANYONE THAT SAYS SO CAN COME TALK TO ME INSTEAD OF CLOWNING IN YOUR INBOX. anyway. ily <3

☾ wc ➼ ~800

The jingling of metal keychains against each other grabs your attention away from the phone in your hand. As you look up, you see the sleek black car belonging to your best friend sitting in the driveway of your little home. White hair and a snarky grin, Satoru Gojo was right on time and leaning against the warm metal.

“Where's the grouchy old man?” He calls out, still a few yards from where you sat on the doorstep. You stand up in excitement, making sure to slot your phone into your back pocket before bounding down the last few steps to meet him halfway.

“The grumpy man has a name, you know. He got called back into work and won't be back until late, so it's just us.” When you say those words, Satoru's eyes light up just the slightest bit, but you miss it as you're busy pulling your phone back out to check something.

“Oh good, that just means more time with me.” He says half-jokingly. As always, there’s that lopsided grin, but it slowly fades as he looks at you carefully over his dark sunglasses. “He's always at work. Does he ever make time for you?”

You're quick to throw him a soft glare at such an accusation. While his tone is lighthearted, it has a depth of concern that you don’t pick up. Satoru knows he shouldn't be so mean, but when it comes to you, he can't help but be defensive. He's loved you for as long as he's known you, after all.

“Of course he does, ‘toru. It really isn't Levi's fault. Some intern fucked something up in the computer systems and Levi is the only one that knows how to fix it.” At this point, you're sitting in your friend's passenger seat and buckled in. You run your fingers over the soft velvet that lines the door of his car.

Satoru always had nice things - car included. That's one of the perks of being a child to a decently wealthy family. But he was never showy with his possessions, and you liked him for that. If only you knew that you were the one thing he couldn't call his.

“Well, I sure hope they're paying him enough. Sounds like he's irreplaceable.” Your friend mutters as he puts the car in reverse and slides down the driveway.

“You have no idea.”

“The venue is down Main, right?” Satoru checks his mirrors before fully pulling out onto the mostly vacant street.

“Yeah. You know, I heard it was a sold-out show.” You pull your phone out to check a few notifications that popped up.

One was a text from Levi, apologizing once again that he had to pull out at the last minute and would make it up to you as soon as he could. He was always good on his promises so you can't help but smile at the date he has planned in the near future.

While your hand holds up your phone, Satoru notices yet again the shining bright stone that sits pretty on your left ring finger. It sparkles brilliantly against the orange setting sun. His smile doesn't fade but it wavers.

When you told him the news a few months back, he made sure to show up as the best friend he is. Oh, how you squealed in delight at him, telling him all the details of the proposal Levi had planned and what you already want from your wedding.

How you wanted Satoru there as your maid of honor to which you laughed right after, saying that you don’t have to wear a dress. You mistook his wide eyes as shock to the maid of honor demand instead of what it really was - heartbreak.

His heart had shattered into a million pieces despite the million-dollar grin he threw your way. You weren't aware of how he felt for you, and you never would. Satoru only wanted you to be happy, and it seemed that you were.

As he glanced at the ring and back up to the road, he couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have you wearing a ring he had picked out. How would he have proposed to you, he wonders. Would you still want the same things for this pretend wedding, or would it be completely different?

“’Toru?” You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts. Bright blue eyes shift in your direction at the sudden call out, and he grins over to you.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Never better. Now let's get some tunes going, yeah?” That cocky grin of his made you laugh as you nod in agreement.

No, he doesn't need to think about these “what ifs". Pain is nothing new to him, and he would survive this one.

#not tagging fandoms because this aint for them #san.moots #sky.writes

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"You again?"

━Tw: None

━Notes: How the egos (no Anti this time) would react to meeting you beyond just the first interaction in AHWM. You'll see what I mean as you read

━Song: "Choke" By IDONTKNOWHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME

MARKIPLIER

I mean there's not much to say

Why do you think you're on the hiest with him? This most certainly isn't your second time comiting crimes with him

You guys have known each other for a while now

Well enough to recall Mark's many tales of his Dig Dig Dig competitions in full detail at least

Friends I suppose? Not like, friendship-bracelet-level-friends (although Mark secretly made a pair and is trying to work up the courage to give it to you) but you're both a nice pair :)

DARKIPLIER

Being stuck in a loop with him isn't as fun as it sounds. If it even sounded fun in the first place that is-

If there's even a chance that he finds you tolerable, you'll be able to find some peace at the end of the loops

If you make the right moves, there is a chance you could get unintentionally close to Dark in your own way

Not much to go off here thought since he's just a demonic soul looking to get away with all this

My only words for you are good and luck

WILFORD

Oh he's overjoyed to see you again!

Wilford might have a habit of murdering people wether that be on purpose or accident, but oh boy is he enthralled to see your face again!

He's running up to you, holding onto his pink wig so it doesn't fall off in an attempt to crush your bones with a bear hug

"Oh sugarplum it's such a sweet treat to see you hear again!"

Very happy to have you

At the end of the night he drags you out onto the town for some disguised disco dancing >:)

You just end up dragging his drunk ass home in the end

YANCY

Hes surprised you came back to see him after escaping the jail

You had used the key he'd given you at your last meeting together to get in the jail

So slipping into his cell while his bunkmate was sleeping was a breeze

Yancy looked up at the sound of you hauling yourself onto his brd

(He had tried to threaten you with a plastic fork unknowingly at first, but denys that happening)

After he realizes its you though he drops it

"(Y/n)! Oh boy youse has no ideas how happy I am to see youse!"

"Hello to you too Yancy. Do anymore musical numbers while I was gone?"

The inmate is overcome with with joy after you reveal that you came bearing gifts from the outside world

It was just a light up keychain and a bag of candy but he still loved them nonetheless

"Ah I knew youse was a good one (Y/n)!"

"Thanks Yancy. You're not do bad yourself :)"

ACTOR

Disappointed that it's you and not an oscar

Complains for a bit before rolling his eye and practically dragging you along by the scruff of your neck, taking you whether you like it or not

"Well, If I'm going to be found I might as well have a co-star with a familiar face. How do you feel about being a love interest? Who am I kidding. You'd be honored!"

ILLINOIS

The dubious explorer is so smug when he sees you agaib

Illinois didn't think he would ever see you again after the, hem, Cursed Monkey Incident

But here you are! Back next to the rugged adventurer

"Ah (Y/n)! Lovely to see you again darlin! You just couldn't stay away from the ol Illinois charm eh?"

Your time spent with him is devided between being an apprentice/accomplice to his crazy travels, and being flirted with the other half

You can't even get any sleep with how kich this guy will flirt and talk to you

Not that you mind of course. I mean, you did come back for a reason :)

WOOOOO FIRST OFFICAL THINGY OUT

-WayToSarcastic

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sickdokidoki · 9 months

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You can't get out... even if you wanted. Part 2

Unisex reader x Harry Potter (both are adults and this is post Hogwarts)

909 words

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

It was a honey moon atmosphere in those first few months. He was loving, caring, sweet, a total darling. Ginny didn't know what she was missing, you thought, as he brought you the fourth bouquet of that week, with a loving card written by him. It was like a dream, everyone at work was jealous... you had bagged The Boy Who Lived, the Chief Auror! You didn't care what the others said, though, he was just Harry to you, the sweetest man ever, the one who loved you and the one you loved.

Yet, slowly, as the days went by you started to see little things. At first you brushed them off as being trauma related. He had lost his family and had gone through so much since he was a baby after all... It wasn't weird that someone who had been in a war and died and came back had little quirks and weird tiny details to his personality. Completely normal.

But then one day you realised that it wasn't normal when you found a magical tracking device in your bag. It was disguised as a keychain, but you didn't remember that keychain being that way... so you took it and ran a diagnostic spell with your wand.

"What is this?! You don't trust me?!" you had yelled, throwing the keychain down on the table one day when he arrived at your house for "alone together" time. He blinked, looked surprised, took the keychain and then looked at you.

You thought there was anger in his bright green eyes, but then he talked to you in worried tones and you realised it had been anxiety and fear... right?

"Oh, my darling, my pet, I'm so sorry... I should've told you. I'm just so scared about something happening to you!" he had said, looking morose and down at his shoes. "I should've talked to you. Being the beloved of the Chief of Aurors isn't a safe thing. That's why... G-she left... that's why I've been single for so long..."

Wait, you had heard differently...! Was all that a lie so the media and the public would leave them alone...? Was it a ruse for their own safety, did Ginny actually leave to protect herself and Harry...? That would explain his sadness, why he can't say her name, and it made so much more sense now!

So you let it slide, the same as you let his outburst after an old classmate had come into the café to say hi slide, the same when he had stormed into your house demanding to know where you had been and why hadn't you answered your daily owl, the same when he had snatched you out of the street and told you in no uncertain terms that he wasn't comfortable with you going to work anymore, that it could be dangerous...

At first you had been very compliant, it was Harry after all. If anyone knew about safety it was him. But as his grip slowly started to tighten more and more around you you started to rebel.

You had always been independent, making your own way even in school, making your own decisions, ready to handle the consequences of your own actions, learning from your own mistakes... but now...?

Now, curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, you regretted not seeing the signs. They were so apparent, your friends had told you it wasn't okay... that he was acting too weird at times... but love had blinded you, and now there was no way out...

"Ready to obey me?" Harry's voice carried through the darkness and you snapped up your head so fast your neck popped. "Ready to listen to only me?"

How long had it been since you saw him, or anyone for that matter? Was someone asking for you outside? Looking for you? Or had he made it seem like you left... like... when... like when she left...? Oh Gods...

You screamed, and screamed, and screamed, reality setting in. She had never left, they had never split... HE had gotten to her, she had been down here, that explained the flowery smell that had wafted up towards you as you peered down the chest at his request and then when you were pushed down, landing softly due to his magic. It explained all the paper and broken quills that littered the dungeon's floor. She had been here, and now... where was she? ...Would you end up wherever she was...?

At your screams he pulled you up with his wand and yelled at you to shut up, to stop it, then shook and slapped you hard enough till you went quiet, terrified, his hands big and strong, bruising you. You were a shaking mess, crying quietly, curled up in a terrified ball on the bed.

"Oh, pet... See what you made me do...?" he cooed softly, sitting next to you, caressing your hair softly. "I just love you so much... All you need to do is listen to me! That's all you need to do! Obey me and I'll always be at your feet, my beloved... Why can't you see that...? Why can't you see how much I love you...?"

His hand slowly caressed your bruises, touching them with hot fingers. You winced and pulled away, but you received another slap to the face and you went slightly limp, letting him touch you. His hands travelled all over your body, the same way they had done that day at the forest, during one of your strolls...

#yandere x reader #tw yandere #yanderecore #yandere #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic #tw abuse #tw physical abuse #tw physical violence #tw physical assault #tw physical harm #tw sex assault

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lovelyyy-luna · 2 years

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spring showers

pairing: (klitz x fem!reader)

fandom: the girl next door

pronouns: she/her

type: smut and kinda fluffy

warning: sex (p in v), eating out, hand job, blow job

word count: 3225

a/n: so I think this is one of the longest fics I've written. @mary-of-magdalene ne if you read this please dont bring it up at work.

date: april 28, 2022

masterlist

You've been friends with the guys since 6th grade. Ever since the four of you were in a science project together you've been inseparable ever since.

Now that you are in your senior year of high school nothing has changed. All of your popular classmates were always confused about why you would hang out with ‘those losers’. You were very pretty and that was all that the popular people could see.

Even though you had beauty you were just as nerdy and weird as the guys. You always wore baggy pants and big t-shirts that were what you were comfortable in. You never really wore makeup. You would rather sleep in than wake up early to put yourself together for dumbasses you never wanted to be around.

The guys never cared about what you looked like. As far as they were concerned you were one of the guys.

It was spring break and your parents decided that it would be good for you to go see your other family members so you went on a trip to Florida.

A week later you came back and you were a completely different person.

You came back on Sunday and only had one day of hangout time with your friends before going back to school.

They came over around noon with burgers. You opened the door and they couldn't speak.

“Wow,” Matt said.

“What?” you asked with defense.

“You just look so…” Klitz started.

“Hot,” Eli finished.

Klitz hit Eli on the arm causing him to grab it in pain.

“Different,” Klitz said, “you look different.”

“Is it a good different?” you ask.

“Of course, it's a good different,” Klitz says with reassurance.

You smile, “Well come on guys. Mom and dad are at those wine tours so they won't be back till way late. So that means we can just pig out and maybe catch a late-night showing of Dawn of the Dead.”

The nod and come into your home. Your house was always the main hangout. Your parents were never home and didn't care if you raided the liquor cabinet.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed some plates and you were all on the couch surrounding the tv.

The boys sat on the couch while you sat on the floor between them eating at the coffee table.

The tank top you were wearing was low cut and thin so that they could see the detail of your laced bra.

Klitz noticed the guys looking at you and he hit both of them.

You look back at them and they all just smile innocently, you turn back to the screen shaking your head.

The reason Klitz was being so protective towards you was that he called dibs on you back in 6th grade.

Klitz was head over heels about you. The guys knew that but couldn't help looking at you that way.

“So um Y/N how was Florida?” Klitz asks.

“Oh, it was fun! It was great seeing my family. I missed my cousins so much,” you got up from the floor and when you did the guys again couldn't stop staring at your ass, “I also got you guys some presents.”

You walk away and go up to your room.

“Klitz if you don't make a move now I might,” Eli says.

That comment filled Klitz with jealousy but quickly went away when he saw you coming downstairs.

“Okay I know these are super cheesy but you know me and I had to get them,” you handed them each a keychain with their name on it.

“For you Klitz, I had to do a little DIY project because no one had one with your name on it.”

He looked at the keychain and it was gold with palm trees on it, his name was written out in your handwriting. He didn't tell you it then but it was something he'd cherish forever, for now, he thanked you for the gift.

You then sat squished between them on the couch as you pulled out the photos you developed while over in Florida.

Most of the photos were of the Florida scenery and then there were photos of you and your cousins in bikinis. Your cousins were a couple of years older than you and had perfect model bodies.

By the looks of it, the guys were staring at your cousins but Klitz was just staring at you.

Whenever you all went swimming you would just wear a shirt and shorts. He'd never seen you with so few clothes on, it made him tight in his pants.

You kept going on and on about the warmish waters and how a lot of the old guys over there would only wear speedos making you all laugh.

You asked about what they did for spring break and they went on about the movies they snuck in to see and the new episodes of their shows they binged watched.

It got late and the late-night showing was about to start and so you excused yourself and went to go get ready.

You put on some black sweatpants and kept your tank top on and then grabbed your bag and hoodie.

You quickly walked downstairs and didn't notice that your boobs were bouncing up and down and the guys were at the bottom walking for you with their mouths wide open.

“You guys ready?” you ask.

They all nod and you walk out to the driveway and pile into your car.

Klitz sat upfront with you and Matt and Eli sat in the back.

Your mixtape that Klitz made for you last summer was playing as you cruise through your neighborhood.

You sang along quietly to that one Avril Lavigne song that always annoyed Klitz but he secretly started loving it because it reminded him of you.

You parked behind the theater and Matt and Eli unlocked and opened the doors and you were about to do the same when Klitz stopped you.

The guys continued out and said that they'll get the tickets.

“What's up?” you ask him.

“Um, uh, Y/N would you…”

You leaned in closer to him above your center console.

“...mind loaning me like $3 for an icee?”

In your mind and your heart you got a little sad at his question but put on a happy face, “yeah of course but you owe me.”

The two of you get out of the car and head over to the ticket booth where the guys were waiting.

You took your ticket and went inside to get in the snack line, the guys stayed outside.

“So did you ask her out?” Matt asked.

“Nah I chickened out.”

“Oh come on man! You've been in love with her since 6th grade. That's 7 years. Just ask her on a date,” Eli said.

Matt then pulled Eli aside and whispered in his ear and Eli's eyes lit up and he said, “Perfect.”

“What?” Klitz asked.

“Eli and I are going to go. You and Y/N enjoy the movie.”

“Wait what? You guys are just going to bail?” he asked.

“We are not bailing, just giving you guys alone time,” Eli said

Before he had time to say anything the guys left him alone outside the theater.

You poke your head out of the doors, “Hey! Are you ready?” you scan the area just seeing Klitz standing there, “where are the guys?”

“Oh um they had to go.”

“Oh, well do they need a ride?”

“No, they said they were going to walk. They wanted us to enjoy the movie.”

“Oh okay, well let's get going, the previews are almost up,” you said with a smile. He walked behind you and you both sat in the theater. There were some other people in the movies but not a lot.

The lights dimmed and the movie started. The movie is going great and then the two of you reach for the popcorn at the same time. It was like a cheesy romcom. You quickly looked at him and smiled, he smiled back at you.

You were done with popcorn and you lifted the armrest that was between the two of you. You then wrapped your arm around his and laid your head on his shoulder.

You never told anyone, not even the other guys, that you had a huge crush on Klitz. But you think they knew because they always tried to find a way to leave you both alone.

You cuddled into him and he finally relaxed and placed his head on yours.

Then the movie was over. It was great and scary.

You both walked to the car and just sat in there.

It was a little awkward the two of you just sitting there alone.

You turned to him and he was already staring at you and shyly smiled at you. His lips looked so soft and you wanted to taste them.

“Klitz?” you ask softly.

“Yeah?” he responded with the same tone.

Can I kiss you?

“Did you, um, enjoy the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. Did you?”

You nod, “I think my favorite part was when she gave birth to the zombie baby.”

He laughs at what you said.

You started thinking about what your cousins and you talked about over your vacation. You asked them tons of questions about what guys like and they told you that guys respond positively to a lot of confidence.

So with your newfound boost of confidence, you decided to just go for it and think about the consequences later.

“Klitzy?”

He always got weak when you called him that, “Hmm?”

“Close your eyes.”

He did as he was told and you shifted yourself in your seat and leaned over the console and lightly placed your lips on his.

He was taken back. He moved his head in shock but to you, you thought that meant he didn't want you.

“Oh, shit Klitz I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. I'll just drop you off at home,” you were super embarrassed.

“What? No Y/N I'm sorry it's just that you took me by surprise. I wanted that to happen,” he was panicking and he leaned over to you and grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you. The kiss was deep and passionate.

You didn't want it to end so you pushed him back to his seat and swung your leg over and straddled him.

He places his hand on your hips and you take that as a sign to slowly grind into him.

He groaned against your kiss and that turned you on so much.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and he tasted sweet from the icee and salty front of the popcorn. He then removed his hand from your waist and was trying to find the lever to lean back. When he lifted it sent you crushing him but he didn't mind.

You detach your lips from his and sit up. He was looking up at you like you were a goddess and he could not stop admiring you.

You lift your tank top off and reveal your black lace bra, a smile appears on his face and he pulls back down and kisses you again.

He started to shift in the seat and the next thing you knew you were the one laying in the seat and he was on top of you.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you pulled him in for a kiss and he started to trail away from your lips and down your neck.

He nipped at your sweet spot causing you to moan and then he placed kisses along your neck. He swiftly undoes your bra and the next thing you knew was that you were topless.

A wave of embarrassment came over you and Klitz took notice. He placed his forehead on yours and whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful. Can I show you how beautiful I think you are?”

You nod with a slight whimper.

“Good girl.”

He moved the seat back so he had more room and then he peppered kisses down your chest and stomach. He slid your sweats off and then your underwear.

Again you were embarrassed. You were completely naked in front of your best friend. He continued with the kisses and separated your legs. You were already dripping and he got even harder than before. He kissed your thighs and then started to get closer to your core. He looked up at you for approval and you nod breathlessly.

He licked up your slit and it caused you to moan loudly. He did that a few times and then circled his tongue around your clit and started to suck lightly on it.

It drove you crazy, you snaked your hand down to the top of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling him closer to your core.

He grazed his long fingers against your entrance and put one finger in and pumped it in and out of you curling it against your sweet spot

He started to speed up when he heard you moaning on the verge of screaming. You were blubbering his name when you came all over his face.

He took his fingers out and sucked the juices off. When he came out between your legs his glasses were fogged up, he took his glasses off and wiped them off with the bottom of his shirt.

You sat up and grabbed him so his body was between your naked legs, you undid his belt and then his pants. You shimmied him out of them and you looked up at him in awe. He was big, long, and thick. From the way he looked, you honestly never would have guessed that his dick was that perfect.

You wrapped your hands around him and slowly started to pump him but he stopped you. You looked up at him confused but he bent down to your face and whispered, “Get in the back of the car now.”

You nod and slide back there. He then also comes in the back and pulls his pants down.

You then get on your knees in the back seat and pump him into your mouth. His salty precum coated his tip and the back of your throat.

He groaned and put his hand on the back of your head forcing himself down your throat.

Once you got him nice and coated he took you off of him and then grabbed his wallet out of his pants. He took the shiny golden packet out of the wallet and you started to get nervous.

He looked over at you, “Hey if you don't wanna do this we don't have to.”

“No, I want to. I'm just a little nervous.”

“Okay. Dont worry,” he leans over to his lightly kissing your lips, “I'll take care of you.”

He then aggressively grabs your waist and pulls you down so that you're lying flat on the back seats.

He spread your legs and finished rolling the condom on and then positioned himself at your entrance. You gave him the go-ahead and he put himself inside you.

“Oh god baby you're so tight,” he said grunting.

He gave you a second to get used to his size and then he started to move slowly.

“Please Klitzy go fast,” you whimper.

He nods breathlessly and pounds into you.

He was shaking the car and the only thing that can be seen from the outside is the fogged-up windows with your handprints on them.

With every thrust he made he hit your sweet spot and you knew you weren't going to last.

You grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Fuck K-klitz im cumming.”

“Yeah? You're gonna cum? You're gonna cum all over my cock?”

You nod with a whimper, you couldn't hold it any longer so you let go and a few moments later he came as well.

Once the two of you came down from your highs he put his pants back on and opened the car door. He stepped out of the car with the condom and walked it over to the garbage.

You sat on the edge of the back seat putting your clothes back on as you let the cool spring air come over you. He sprinted back and the two of you just smiled at each other.

His glasses were hanging low on his nose so you pushed them back up you then cupped his face and kissed him.

You part away from the kiss, “I love you Klitzy.”

“I love you too Y/N,” he kissed you again, “How about I drive us home?”

You nod and you go to the passenger side and he slides into the driver's side.

He starts the car and drives you home.

The drive was nice and you were just staring out the window while Klitz kept glancing over at you smiling.

When you reached your home, he walked you to your front door and you opened the front door. You glance around the front of the driveway and your parent's car wasn't there. You still haven't turned your phone back on from the movie.

So when you check your text messages there was one from your mom saying that they'll be staying the night out by the winery.

You turned to him, “So Klitzy, my parents won't be home till tomorrow. Would you wanna spend the night?”

He gave you a big smile and picked you up by the waist causing you to squeal in delight. He carried you into the house and kicked the front door closed.

You went upstairs and the both of you were ready for round two.

The morning light woke him up. When he looked around he was confused about where he was and then he looked down and saw you cuddling into him.

He shimmied down so your noses were touching and he lightly kissed you awake.

You woke up smiling and he moved on to kiss your face.

“Baby I just woke up,” you whined.

“So did I. how about we skip school and just stay here all day?”

“Klitz we can't do that,” you turn to look at the alarm clock, “the guys are going to be here any minute. So we gotta get ready.”

You sit up and swing your legs off the bed, he wraps his arms around your waist and then kisses your side.

“Klitz comes up, we gotta get up.”

You wiggle out of his arms and start getting dressed, he groans in annoyance but gets up and gets his clothes on.

You both walked downstairs with your backpacks on and the guys were coming up the driveway.

“SO lovebirds, how was the movie?” Matt asked.

You both chuckle, “it was good,” you say and he nods in agreement.

You all pile in the car again and Eli speaks up, “Y/N I like those new neck accessories. Klitzy give those just for you?”

You look in the rearview mirror and notice all the hickies placed around your neck.

You look over at him and playfully hit him in the arm.

You started to drive off but all you could think about was how much you loved him.

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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@butterfly-mochi Rewrote this freaking thing thrice because it keeps getting deleted wth tumblr agjvahkfajkvk- I enjoyed writing it a lot tho and since I’m too weak to the characters I ended up writing for all of them (except for Sucrose, im sorry bb huhu, I ran out of brain power). This is my first time writing for so many of them in one go so please excuse me for any mistakes or blandness ywy thank you for letting me write for my baby Ganyu too hhhhh

Universe Reversal 2

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Zhongli, Childe & Ganyu (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3)

Zhongli the F2P

The most relatable out of the bunch because this man is still broke and can only rely on the primogems he can farm. And he had a LOT. The one thing he doesn’t have a lot on, however, is his luck.

So how did he manage to pull you?: Well after exhausting all his primogem on your banner with nothing but weapons and other characters, he has lost his resolve. But by some weird luck, there was a character bug that was fixed and in his email was the almighty consolation primogem. Enough for ONE pull. And by the Gods he FINALLY got you.

He’d nonchalantly post his screenshot of pulling you using a single acquaint fate in his friend group without any words and everyone else just loses their shit. “You got them in one pull?!” “Yeah” A riot.

This was partnered with the fact that not only is Zhongli an F2P player, but also barely has any five star characters.

He looks calm and apathetic over the news, but behind the screen he’s exhausted and relieved, silently livid.

He has no primogems left to squeeze for a constellation so you’re instead pampered with the best weapon suitable for you (because that’s all he keeps getting).

Zhongles spends most of his time farming for materials to quickly level you up, unlocking all your stories and voiceline, but he fucked up on your build (his artifacts are messy).

He follows communities, forums and videos regarding your character to know all the things he needs to perfect your build. You can barely make a dent against normal mobs, so he knew he was doing something VERY wrong.

Is the type of person to keep refreshing the page for new content, very updated.

Ask him a question about your character and he’s gonna bring you the word vomit that is his research. He’s not gonna stop- probably accidentally developed a copypasta for you.

Also follows your VA in both Tiktok and Twitter to indulge in every bit of content. He also has that screenshot of his pull saved and locked.

On his birthday, a friend of his gifted him a chibi plushie of you and he has treasured it ever since, treating and handling it like its a figurine.

“It is merely pure luck and grace from the gacha gods that I got this character, and I will make sure that they know I am very grateful for this fortune.”

Favorite Voiceline: Birthday Message

Childe The Whaler

This lucky wealthy bastard with no remorse for his money whales for EVERY character. He’s making a collection, which is to get all the characters, especially the five stars. So when your banner finally popped up, he’s gonna square up and trigger a whole ass meteor shower.

How he pulled you: Money. His luck with this games are actually not the best so he always compensates with money, he got you halfway through the first failed pity, almost giving him a heart attack that he might actually break the bank just to get you.

And then he pulls more to raise your constellation lol.

The first thing he does is look over your character info and read through it all; constellation infos, your base stats, artifact compatibility.

At the end when he’s maximized everything, he would then focus on playing around with your character *coughs climbing noises coughs*

He thought you’d just be another part of his collection but playing with your character was very enjoyable and in-line with his playstyle- oops 100 screenshots with the Kamera-

Any and all merchandise that he fancies would be his, and he’s definitely flexing it to the other sweetie nerds who call themselves simps. He’s fighting for the simping title, and he’s currently neck and neck with this fanartist in Pixiv.

Speaking of that fanartist, he definitely commissioned an expensive and detailed portrait of you, full rights and everything. No one else was allowed to use it but him.

Was also the first one with the audacity to call out your VA to create an account on Tiktok to create more content with your voice. He was successful.

His obssession also comes in the form of self-indulgent contents, and had been keeping track of the ship wars happening. During conventions, he cosplays as the character shipped with you the most (or the character he thinks should end up with you).

Silently scrutinizing those who cosplay you, only ever taking pictures with/of the best looking one, sorry haha

Definitely flaunts that you are his waifu/husbando and will fight for best girl/best boy during debates or polls. Has mobilized the community to vote for you once. He’s very persuasive.

“Hm? Why I’m just the best collector in the game, and I am more than happy to let everyone know that I am their number one fan haha, everyone who claims otherwise is definitely wrong!”

Favorite Voiceline: More About (Y/N) I-IV, (Y/N)’s Hobbies...

Ganyu the Employed

Ganyu, our dearest overworker, is one of the players in the older stage who actually has a job but still plays Genshin for their past times. The gorgeous sceneries and the music is her main focus in playing the game, not much of a try-hard but still decent in the combat mechanics.

How she pulled you: You came home within 50 pulls! And you appeared again after another 10 pull! Ganyu was so SHOOKT and so distressed because oh goodness, what does she do? She doesn’t know anything much about you!

Will rewatch your three trailers to try and understand your skills better, ended up saving the soundtracks from them because that was such a nice trailer music! Tnbee gains a new follower!

Ganyu will take a while before she can properly play or build you up because she’s so busy with work, she only ever plays when she feels fully done with her work.

During her break she plays with your character while multi-tasking on eating, earphones plugged in and sight on the phone as she farms materials and artifacts for you.

The moment she gets more help from her player friends tho, holy shit, you just ended up being so OP. She had so many good artifacts and weapons for you because she didn’t know what they were for before.

She loves how you’re so easy to use and can easily solo the enemies and even the boss fights. A huge breather, because now Ganyu can cheese the battles that takes a while, to give her more time to focus on the storyline and lores.

Since Ganyu plays for the story and aesthetic, she’ll find you almost always in her team. Still very proud of her pull, she makes the best screenshots of your fights or in the best angle through exploration.

Treasures you so much she starts talking to her phone- “Ah, no, please don’t fall.” “There’s violetgrass up there, let’s try and get it”

Blushes everytime you produce a sound when climbing, doesn’t change you anyways tho

Hums to your trailer music while working, and if permitted, would have the song on repeat while she buries herself in work. She finds it really refreshing and the time she spends in work miraculously flies by fast when she gets lost in the sound.

At one point, when she was given a day-off or if the convention was on her free time, she attends to look for cosplayers of you and take a picture. No one rejects her because she’s so adorable and cute when asking shyly.

Had brought a decent amount of merchandise, preferably the functional/practical ones like a phone cover, mug or keychain. Also has an earphones clamp with your little chibi self as the holder.

When asked, she would shyly announce that she likes your character the most.

“Their character theme and music really soothes me during work, it feels nice to have them, and I have not once regretted ever pulling for them. They are the best.”

Favorite Voicelines: Good Night/Afternoon..., About Us, Something To Share..., Interesting Things...

so enjoyable...

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ganyu x reader #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact childe #genshin impact ganyu #exile.circlet #exile.flower #sojourner specials #reeeeeeeeee #gender neutral

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harfanfare · 3 years

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I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?

How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?

a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~

1. Don't be afraid of him.

It is said that the first impression is the most important.

So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.

Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.

You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.

Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?

When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.

"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”

2. Smile a lot.

Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.

"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”

"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”

"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”

"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"

"It’s rather a fact..?"

3. From time to time visit him during club activities.

"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.

"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"

"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.

You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.

“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.

“A secret base..? Why?”

"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”

"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”

4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.

"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”

A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.

Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.

Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.

"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.

"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.

"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”

5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.

Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.

Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.

Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.

With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...

6. Be a master in hide and seek.

You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.

You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.

From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.

This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.

It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.

You heard the steps behind you and shivered.

Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.

Puns were also included in the survival pack.

Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.

Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.

Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.

Or at least in such a situation.

7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.

"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”

You nodded understandingly.

Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.

"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.

He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.

"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”

8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.

"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.

You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.

Malleus stood next to you.

He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”

Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.

Then you smiled at Malleus.

"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.

"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.

9. Invite him to your birthday/party.

"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.

"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.

"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”

Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.

Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?

"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”

10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".

"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”

Malleus frowned.

"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"

"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.

"For example?"

"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...

"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.

"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.

He smiled sincerely at your reaction.

"Hmm, I wonder..?"

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hpalways · 3 years

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Surprises || Childe

a/n: i swear i’ll get to the requests soon akjdhfjfj sorry for the wait dudes.

BUT YEAHHHHHH ITS CHILDES BIRTHDAY I LOVE U DADDY HAVE A NICE ONE

THROWING a surprise party for Childe was more difficult than one could imagine. He didn't fully admit it, but he was obviously hurt when no one wished him a happy birthday today. And while everyone went on to set the scene for when you would all surprise him, you were given the role to distract him. As the two of you strolled through the streets of Liyue Harbor, his sea blue eyes darted everywhere agitatedly. Repeatedly letting out a sigh, he combed his gloved hand through his ginger locks. You stifled a giggle at his discomfort, sensing that he was too prideful to outwardly question why his birthday wishes were practically nonexistent this year.

He peered at you with disappointment, for he wished to hear those words from you more than anyone else. Wondering if his birthday was really that forgettable, he thought back to the day you asked when his birthday was. The two of you shared the dates and he remembered how elated he was on your birthday, buying gifts and spoiling you with his dirty earned mora. He could still see the grin that was stuck to your face the entire day.

"Thanks for joining me on some errands. I'm almost done," you told him, smiling. Guilt continued to pour into your chest at the sight of him.

He nodded and forced out a smile, coloring his face with his usual facade. "Anything for you, comrade," he chuckled, ruffling your hair in a habit. "I was bored anyway. It almost feels like there should be something important today, but I suppose there's truly nothing."

You wanted to burst out laughing. He was trying so hard to be discreet about it, but you could easily read behind the lines. "Oh? Nah. There's nothing important today."

"Nothing at all?" he responded, voice hollow. "That's strange. Are you sure?"

"I keep all my important dates on my calendar. It was blank for today."

His flingers curled around his shirt, gripping so tightly they shook. You were very organized, but his birthday wasn't on there. Did he mean nothing to you? Did he care for you more than you did him? He was beginning to feel idiotic -- foolish even. Falling silent as he followed you to the next stall, he watched you buy daily groceries, picking out the biggest fish in the pile and bright fruits from the baskets. He numbly carried the bags, groaning to himself. Maybe he should leave the city and hunt down some hilichurls, skewer them so he could release some of his pent up frustration.

While he was lost in his head, too busy thinking about his bottled up emotions, you noticed Hu Tao in the distance, making wide signals. She was dramatic as per usual and you glared at her, urging her to hide within the shadows. Quickly turning away from the merchant, you were relieved to know that Childe had not detect anything suspicious. It was showtime.

"Okay. One more stop," you informed him.

"I... think I should to go," he responded. "I'll drop your bags back home."

Panic seeped into your expression, your eyes growing wide. Oh no -- this couldn't get any worse. You had to stop him before he could leave, because who knew where he would go next? He was such an unpredictable guy, free to roam wherever he liked with that reputation of his. "It's just one more place," you pointed out, knitting your brows together. "Come on, Childe. It will be really quick. Please?" You gave him the best puppy eyes and slipped a hand in his, squeezing it tightly to feel tingles erupt at the contact.

His head leveled slightly at the feeling of your hand, so he slowly nodded. "Fine. But I'll have to go right afterwards. I have some business to do with the Fatui."

That was a lie. The both of you knew that, but Childe didn't want to seem so lame in front of you. He already felt that enough today to last a lifetime.

You pulled him through the crowds of people lingering on the roads beside buildings, making a beeline to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. You ignored the furrow of his forehead when he saw the building looming ahead of him. Before he could voice out any inquiries, you pushed the dark oaken doors open, stepping into the darkness. He stayed by your side loyally, his muscles strained, ready to protect you from the weird atmosphere of the room.

The curtains dropped, golden sunlight spilling through the windows to reveal the secret. "Happy birthday Childe!" the entire group called out. There stood in the room were dozens of people, including Teucer, Zhongli, Hu Tao, traveler, Paimon, and fellow Liyue citizens. Tables were set up in the Parlor, banners were hung up on the wall, and food were lined up, including a birthday cake. You turned to look at the red haired man, whose irises took it all in, his mouth parting openly.

"Teucer. You're here!" he gasped, opening his arms wide when his little brother ran up to him. He hugged the boy tenderly, thanking everyone for the throwing the party. They all began to surround Childe, while others mingled and conversed, for the party was starting.

You faded into the background, leaning against the cool wall and feeling grateful that it was a success. It was a lot of work, but with everyone contributing, it went very well, which was a little strange, considering you half expected it to fall apart.

Footsteps sounded, so you turned to the left to see him approaching you. He looked breathless, his cheeks rosy, and his dimples showing. "The party was your idea, wasn't it?" he stated, rather than in question form.

Nodding silently, you took something out from your pockets. "Happy birthday, Childe."

You handed it to him and he took it with a softened expression. Unwrapping the gold, shiny wrapping of the small box, he opened it up to find a keychain in it, blue and twinkling. It was carved into a hydro vision, the details exactly aligned to the vision that sat on his torso.

He kissed you then, crashing his lips upon yours. Hands faltering to the sides, you clenched your fingers around his forgotten present and returned the kiss. He tasted of seasalt and apples, as well as a scent that no doubt came from his homeland. His warmth brushed over to you, spreading through your system and to the tip of your fingers. Your cheeks burned at the contact and your chest pounded, but eventually, you pulled away, embarrassed by the chance of any onlookers.

"There are too many people here," you said, shaking your head, still feeling flustered by the way he looked at you -- as if you were the only thing he could see in this world. He was so unashamed, willing to do anything to grapple at the goal he sought after. He had always been like that. And always will be.

He raised a brow, the corner of his lips curving up mischievously. "Are you suggesting we get out of here and find a vacant room?"

You hit his arm and he pouted, laughing at your reaction. "How rude," you sniffed. "I threw this entire party for you and you're already willing to ditch it. Don't think I'll forget how desperate you were this entire day."

Embarrassed, he averted his gaze from you, scratching his head with an awkward chuckle. "I didn't care for a party, [Y/N]. All I wanted was to hear a birthday wish from you. I was scared you forgot it."

"I would never forget it. Not in a million years."

His cheeks grew red and he seemed content at your answer. Swinging an arm around you, he lugged you towards the food. Then he rambled on and on about something regarding stuffing himself so he could slay a bunch of enemies. Sitting down at a table, he declared a rematch with traveler. On the other end of the table was Zhongli, going on long tangents to the poor victim who was forced to listen in. Hu Tao was scaring off another customer, suggesting deals like the sales woman she was and suddenly talking about the afterlife.

Everyone here was so distinct and peculiar, but in a good way. Grateful to be surrounded by such people, you knew that not a day goes by without an adventure.

"Hey Tuecer," you said to the boy beside you. He was in the middle of playing with Mr. Cyclops, making sound effects with his mouth. "How are you doing, little guy?"

"Hi [Y/N]!" he giggled. "I'm good. Mr. Cyclops is doing good too. He wants to say happy birthday to my big bro too!"

Childe returned from his conversation with traveler and Paimon, on time to ruffle his brother's head like he did with you earlier. "Thank you Mr. Cyclops," he cooed, petting the top of the toy endearingly. You laughed at the scene and he locked eyes with you. "Hey, don't hurt Mr. Cyclops' feelings like that. Right, Teucer?"

"Right," Teucer nodded somberly, growing real serious.

Ugh, these brothers. You rolled your eyes and tossed food into your mouth. Childe's head abruptly dropped to your ear, his breath hovering upon your lobes. You shivered at his close proximity. "I love you, [Y/N]. You know that, right?" he whispered into your ear.

Heart hammering for the millionth time this day, you paused with your chopsticks in the air. "I love you too, dumb birthday boy."

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gracetoldmeto · 3 years

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🍋 Lemon Boy 🍋

Pairing: Mello | Mihael Keehl/Unnamed Female OC or Mello | Mihael Keehl/3rd POV fem!reader

Characters: Mello | Mihael Keehl, Matt | Mail Jeevas, Unnamed Female OC

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and attempted suicide

Words: 7320

Summary: It’s a race against the clock for Mello to get home. They found him and she could be stuck in the resulting crossfire. Hopefully he can find a way out of this nightmare, or it will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Author’s Notes: This was inspired by the title and some lyrics to “Lemon Boy” by Cavetown. Also, the “…” denotes a flashback or a time skip and “they/them” italicized is in reference to Mello’s rival mafia group. I didn’t include many details since I deemed them unnecessary. Feel free to use your imagination, and all blocks of italics are during a flashback.

This is my first ever fic, I hope you enjoy (plz share if you do) cause I really liked writing it :)

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“MELLO!” A strained voice, nearly out of breath, frantically yelled from the alleyway outside.

The blonde, who had been engrossed in polishing his gun, flung his head back in frustration and threw down the cloth he was using. He hated to be interrupted. He needed to stay focused, and he didn’t have time for interruptions. But just as he was about to open his mouth for a slicing retort, his widening eyes locked on Matt’s deeply rattled expression after the door was slammed open. “What’s going on?” Mello’s tone was stern but concerned and his shoulders tensed as he slowly stood up.

Matt gulped and ran gloved fingers through ruffled hair from the humidity, but quickly and commandingly answered. “You need to get home. Now.”

Mello, in hearing the redhead’s rare tone, instantly moved to act on his best friend’s words, but his squinting and slightly confused eyes prompted Matt to continue, to which only three words followed.

It only took a moment for him to process before his heart sunk into his stomach and his blue eyes grew ice cold. He ripped his leather jacket on, holstered his weapon, and fisted the keys to his bike, briefly glancing down as he tightly gripped one particular keychain on the carabiner. His heart was racing at a faster tempo than his feet carried him into the alley and “No…” was the only word repeating in his head.

“They found you.”

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While running to their respective motor vehicles, Matt had filled him in on what little details he could. Mello was aware that a rival group had been on a manhunt for him since one of his first jobs went sideways, but that was years ago. Since then, he had been even more careful about the paper trail he left behind him. But it was still likely he had slipped up at some point. His sleep deprivation must’ve been beginning to add up. Damn it. This was all his fault, he thought. He would’ve continued to beat himself up about it, but he knew right now there was a larger issue at hand. He needed to get home to her.

…

“You are such a hypocrite, you know that?” she screamed at him.

Mello wanted to shout a response, but he only rolled his eyes and threw his keys into the bowl on the counter.

“You don’t get it. You are going to get yourself killed!”

“It’s fine. I’m alive now, aren’t I?” Mello retorted.

“Oh, don’t you dare play that game with me you son-of-a-bitch. Half of your old mafia buddies weren’t so lucky! What if I had to look into your lifeless eyes? What if you had to look into Matt’s?”

Mello rolled his eyes again and thought to himself, “I really can pick ‘em, can’t I?” but his thought was interrupted by a painful stinging smack across his face.

“Hey!” Mello was startled, “What the fuck was that for?”

She glared back at him beginning to ramble. She always did when she was anxious. “Don’t you dare go blaming this on me! I have been so worried…”

Mello had had enough of the talking. He cupped her jaw to guide his lips to hers and cut off her verbal spiral with a kiss. She stopped, dumbfounded. And when they parted, stared into his sincere eyes. Mello sighed and spoke soft and apologetically.

“To be honest…” he paused, trying to pry the words out, “I was terrified.” He looked down at his feet, “When my plan went south, I didn’t know if I was going to have another chance to do that,” he looked longingly at her pink parted lips, “ever again.” Her eyes softened a bit, but only slightly. Mello sighed. Hating the sincerity that he had unintentionally spoke into existence, he attempted to lighten the mood. “Well… now I know, when life gives you lemons…” he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again.

She begrudgingly accepted and suppressed a giggle in response. “If anything, you’re the lemon here, Mr. Lemonhead. One moment you’re all bitter and pessimistic, and in the next you act like nothing has ever phased you in your life.”

“And that makes me a lemon?” Mello played along.

“Obviously, blondie!” motioning to his head as she tucked a lock of his golden hair behind his ear. She then paused with a pondering look. “Well, that and you always taste of the bittersweet cocoa from nibbling on bars of your dark chocolate all the damn time.”

Mello gazed up into her eyes. He firmly placed his hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in, this time lingering for a deeper kiss. “Well, do you like how I taste?” He winked.

“You son-of-a-bitch” she teased, playfully punching his shoulder, and briefly kissing him back before whispering in his ear, “But yeah, I do. You’re my little lemon boy,” and pushing him away, clearly still a little upset from the earlier argument.

It was in that moment, seeing her walk away slightly defeated, that Mello swore he would protect them both. He knew they would come after him, but, as long as he was careful, he could keep them both safe. He could do it. He had to.

Months passed and Mello found himself finally returning home after weeks of being away. He couldn't stay in one spot for long or else they’d track him down. He hated being away from her, but it was the only way to keep her safe. As usual, it was late, about 4AM. Typical for the time he would usually return to the apartment. Mello walked up the frozen steps and quietly unlocked the deadbolted door, waving to Matt to thank him as he drove away. The 400 square foot studio apartment wasn’t much, but it was all they could afford, and yet, it was home. Their home, together.

He slid off and shook out his red jacket. It had been snowing on his way home. He hung it up on the wall and turned to toss his keys in the bowl on the counter, but something caught his eye in the moonlit room. There was something already in the bowl. He stepped closer to investigate. There he found a note.

"Happy Birthday, Mels! Here's a lemonhead for my lemon boy!" He furrowed his brows and looked at the calendar on the fridge. Right. It was his birthday. How typical it was of him to forget. How on earth did she always remember? He looked over to the bed in the corner of the room. She was sound asleep. Yet Mello got the feeling in his gut that she was somehow restless.

Mello turned back and picked the object out of the bowl. It was a keychain. The charm was cheap but sturdy, made of yellow plastic and small, about the size of a walnut shell. But it was in fact the shape of a lemon. He spun it around scrutinizing the charm in his fingers. A small caricature of a face revealed itself. It was a lemonhead. He smiled. Why was he smiling?

He paused, thinking. Maybe he was beginning to understand… and was possibly even happy being lemon boy… or rather… her lemon boy.

Mello slid the keychain onto his carabiner and threw the union of the two back into the bowl. The note, he posted on the fridge under a magnet before tiptoeing his way over to the bed. He slid under the heavy blankets and wrapped his arms around her.

Recognizing his touch in her sleep, she turned toward him with eyes clenched shut. Oh, how he wished she would open them. The moonlight always reflected off them with such beauty. She was sleeping, but uneasy. A nightmare, perhaps? No. Just anxious, he concluded, not that this realization made him feel any better about witnessing her distressed state. But all she did was cup a cold shaking hand on his cheek and nestle herself under his chin, her head on his heart. She was warm, but shivering. Mello held her tighter waiting and watching until her eyes relaxed, transforming her shallow gasps to deep breaths, and letting her body melt beside his.

Mello smiled and whispered into her hair, “Your lemon boy is home.”

…

The traffic was heavy, Mello thought. Or maybe that was how it normally was at this time of day in the city. But traffic always seems to be heavier when you have somewhere to be, and especially when it’s a race against the clock. He turned his head and confirmed that Matt was indeed driving behind him on the road in his red Camaro. But this traffic! He didn’t have time for this. “Fuck it!” he shouted, muffled by his helmet, and turned onto the shoulder of the highway before kicking up his legs up onto their pedals, his gloved hand throttling the accelerator as far as it would go.

The initial panic that had manifested in his chest passed which meant he was focused. He needed to get home as fast as he could and at any cost. He skillfully wound his bike between the moving cars, cutting off a few drivers in the process, and receiving multiple loud and aggressive honks in response. Usually, he would’ve flipped them off or at least responded with a dangerous glare in their direction, but that didn’t matter now. Not since she was in trouble. “Damn it!” he yelled once more. “I don’t have time for this!”

His method of navigation had left Matt miles behind him, but at least he would be able to make it home sooner. Mello tried to prevent his mind from wandering, but it was too gut-wrenchingly easy to imagine what they would do to her. Memories of that botched job from years ago began to crowd his imagination. His mind filled with the images of lifeless eyes of his past crew who had died at their hands. But as he accelerated around the last turn, he blinked and slightly shook his head as if to shake off the memory like a bug on his helmet visor. “Focus,” he assured himself. But that half-hearted attempt to calm himself was useless once the door to his… their home came into view.

The door! The door was left open. Not all the way, but enough to provide evidence that this was not just a nightmare. He was tired of suffering so many of those too, and though he never enjoyed them, this was the only moment he prayed that he was dreaming in one right now, because she would be there when he woke up.

…

Out of the darkness that was consuming him, Mello was suddenly pulled toward a light by the sound of a woman’s voice and a feeling of being abruptly and violently shaken.

“Mels, focus on my voice! You need to wake up! You need to breathe. Breathe, Mihael! Breathe!”

Mello shot out of bed faster than a bolt of lightning. He frantically stood up as if he was readying himself for a fight and looking around the room seemingly searching for the source of the disturbance. His center of balance low and his fists raised in preparation to defend himself at all costs. His adrenaline was pumping. His head was pounding. His pulse was sprinting. He struggled to breathe, and he couldn’t quite make out where he was. Where had they taken him? Or was he already dead. Was this hell?

“Mels! MELS, it’s me! Wake up! Please wake up!” The woman’s voice was shaken but determined. It nearly sounded like she was holding back tears, but Mello couldn’t discern for certain. “Mello! You are dreaming! You need to wake up! Everything is going to be okay!”

Mello blinked a few more times to slowly regain his bearings as he fully woke up and realized he was in no real danger. He hesitantly lowered his fists, relaxed his tightened muscles, and let out a gasp for air that he felt like he was holding for an eternity. He looked down to his feet standing barefoot on the chilly vinyl floor. The cold was comforting, something real, something he could feel. His tunnel vison was slowly fading. He looked up, locking eyes with hers.

She was sitting up on the bed on her heels with one arm outstretched toward him and one gripping the sheets to keep her balance. Concern was clearly written in the beautiful moonlit glint in her eyes. Mello thought he noticed a tear. It was unusual to see her cry in front of him, or anyone really. They both had that in common. As well as their stubborn disposition and volatile temper. Except she had a larger capacity for empathy. Why she put up with Mello, he would never logically understand fully. Maybe that’s why they were suited for one another. But his thoughts were soon whisked away as she leaped out of the bed and flung herself around him, consoling him in a warm embrace.

“It’s ok Mels, I’ve got you,” she quietly reassured him. Mello’s startled gaze, which was slowly softening, met her kind eyes as she gingerly brought her hand up and combed her fingers through the sweat beads on his knotted blond bangs, only stopping to cup his cheek in her hand. She stared warmly into his cool deep blue eyes, almost melting them. “My lemon boy,” she sweetly muttered as she smiled with beaming eyes. “There’s that sweet face!” she paused, “I hate to see you so bitter.”

Mello kept her gaze and responded with the smallest of smiles only noticeable by one raised corner of his lips. He saw a shimmer of moonlight on her lashes. It was a tear after all. Maybe that was why he was blinking back moisture as well. His eyes must really have been melting. She always was the only warmth that could do ever that. Her tears were rare, but he hated when she did let them out. She let out a sigh and lowered her forehead until it was resting on his shoulder. She was still trying to protect him.

Mello was still a little dazed and trying to catch his breath. Though he was not usually one for physical affection, part of him was always comforted by her warm and protective arms. This wasn’t the first time he was jarred awake from a panic-inducing nightmare, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Yet she was always there to help him out of it. Always. Part of Mello hoped she always would be. But for a man with a dangerous life like Mello, “always” wasn’t a privilege he could ever be sure to expect or promise to anyone else. So, he lay back down in bed with her and tried to focus on “the now” as she always told him. That was the only thing worth living in for the moment being. The future was always so uncertain. He hated that.

After getting settled back under the sheets, he turned to face her, reaching his arms out in a similar protective embrace, her back molded into his chest, holding onto her like his life depended on it. In a way it did. “Thank you,” he finally spoke.

She did not respond, but instead grabbed his forearm that was holding her, squeezed in acknowledgement, and pleasantly let out a sigh. Small wordless smiles could be seen on both their faces as her fingers reassuringly found Mello’s own, allowing them to both find enough comfort in each other’s touch to fall back asleep.

…

Mello hurriedly parked his bike and removed his black helmet revealing sweaty and matted hair. This was no nightmare. This was real life. As if to double check that fact one last time, Mello yanked off his gloves and felt the hot metal of his bike, palm down, burning him. That was real, painfully real.

He bolted up the stairs and sprinted apprehensively through the cracked door. The sight that awaited him should only have been seen in a nightmare. It was maybe even too gruesome for that either. But, like the bitingly cold vinyl, and burning hot metal. It was real.

Mello scanned every inch of the room. Furniture was tossed, glass was shattered, there were smoking holes in the walls, and the worst of it all was the blood on the floor. It was pooling and expanding at an alarming rate. And at the source was the worst nightmare Mello could ever have. She was near unconscious, leaning up against the bullet-ridden wall for support.

Time nearly stopped. But Mello pushed on. He had to save her. He had to save his “always.” This was the only chance he had, and it was fading as rapidly as the blood pool expanded. Everything felt to be happening in slow motion. While rushing over to her, Mello managed to dial 911 on his cell, mentioned an address, and then tossed the phone aside. He ran to her body, carefully supporting her head and lifting her up into his arms. She still had a pulse, but it was faint. Mello sat in the crimson pool and adjusted her head on his elbow as carefully as if he was holding an infant. Mello held onto her like her life depended on it.

The sudden adjustment of her body had woken her up. The pain and panic in her eyes was just as evident to Mello as the viscous pool of her blood he was now soaked in.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay. Just listen to my voice,” Mello said, attempting to be reassuring.

“Mels,” her weak voice struggled to squeeze out his name. “You’re here.” She smiled, her hand reaching out for him. Her fingers still traced the same path as always, delicately combing his sweaty bangs out of his face and then finally resting to cup his cheek. This time, Mello couldn’t help but melt into her hand and close his eyes.

“My lemon boy,” she breathily whispered. Mello opened his wet eyes as she shakily forced another smile. “Promise me you’ll stay my bittersweet lemon boy.” Mello couldn’t reply. He was trying so hard to choke back tears. “We’re gonna live forever, you and me, remember?” she took another labored breath. “But maybe just not right away,” she said, lowering her hand from his face and reaching for his rosary.

Mello helped her clasp the crucifix of the necklace in her hand as he leaned down to kiss her fingers. Her eyes were beginning to get cloudy. Mello hated that he knew what would come next, and what always happened next. But what he hated even more was that there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

Seemingly reading his mind, she dropped the rosary and returned her hand to its home on his cheek, her eyes looking deep into his teary icy blues. They were fully melting now, transforming from glaciers to a warm and salty sea. But Mello kept his eyes fixed on hers. Somehow some light had returned to them, though her consciousness was fading and the last of her sparkling soul was leaking out.

She inhaled, “When you dream, I want you to remember this,” her fingers resting on his face tapped his temple. “Remember us. But remember this was real. It may only become a memory, but it happened,” she paused. “We happened.” Mello saw moisture in her eyes. “And I wouldn’t trade one second of it.” She gasped, trying with great difficulty to take in a breath.

“Mels…” Slightly uncertain, but recognizing her limited time, she continued. “…I love you.”

Mello might as well have been one with that puddle of blood since he felt as such. His heart felt a suffocating pressure and piercing pain nothing could relieve. All he could do was hold her. So he did. Like his life depended on it. The tears were raining from his face now. Some droplets pattering into the puddle he sat in, and some baptized her cheek. But between muffled sobs and hitched breaths, he was somehow able to whimper his confession. “I love you too.”

Again, and without looking, his hand briefly grabbed the lemon keychain on his keys, before resting his hand on hers and leaning more into her touch on his face.

A tear swelled in her eye, threatening to drop. She smiled and took a labored breath before faintly uttering into Mello’s ear, “My little lemon boy…” And with that, the tear, which had stolen the last of the light from her eyes and her soul with it, fell. Just as the warmth of her hand fell from Mello’s cheek and she let out a long deflating exhale.

The world stopped. Who knows how much time had passed until Matt found them. Mello sure as hell didn’t.

Matt’s tires squealed and sirens blared outside seconds before he came running in alongside the paramedics, shoving them out of the way. He found Mello in a state he would never soon forget. Faintly crying and rocking her lifeless body, cursing his inability to protect her. And worst of all, staring into her eyes, devoid of all light, and praying that it was all a dream.

The passage of time in Mello’s mind for the next few hours seemed both instantaneous and stagnant at the same time. Impossibly slow but also over in a flash. Matt and Mello were ushered outside as the EMT’s did their jobs. Somehow, they made it to the coroner’s office. Mello couldn’t remember how. All he could see were her eyes. Or at least what was left of them in his memory. They talked to some people. Nurses? Doctors maybe? Who knows? Matt did all the talking while Mello was struggling to cling onto the reality that he no longer wished to be a part of.

Once they were finished, Mello wandered outside. Matt followed close behind. Giving him some space to do whatever he needed. They wandered to a park on the edge of the city. There was no one around, but Matt recognized it as where Mello had met her. Matt had never been here, but Mello talked about that day all the time in such surprising detail that he almost felt like he was there witnessing their beginnings with them.

A gust of wind blew into Mello’s face. Clouds had rolled in, so the temperature had dropped significantly, and the breeze felt nice on his skin. He stopped and closed his eyes. Focusing on the realness of the cool feeling. When the breeze died down a bit, he kept wandering.

Matt stood behind Mello, who had found a spot to sit on the curb of a walking trail and placed a hand on his shoulder. Mello shook it off without even so much as looking up at him. His gaze was miles long as he denied his grief. “This was always going to happen. She’s been dead since the beginning.”

“Mello…” Matt was about to go on.

“Shut it, Mail!”

Matt did as he was asked.

“She was dead the moment I met her. I knew that. But I was too naive to accept it. This is my penance.” He paused. “‘Always’? pfft… what a fucking joke of a word.”

Mello then frantically stood up. His center of balance low and his fists raised toward the empty air in front of him. “Please let this be a nightmare. Let me wake up! I want to wake up!” he screamed at the clouds in the sky. His melted eyes were leaking again. Those salty seas flowed into tiny capillary rivers down his cheeks where her hand used to touch him.

“Mello.” Matt grabbed his shoulder again.

Mello acknowledged him this time. But he turned on his heels and punched Matt square in the chest before taking off into an exasperated sprint down the trail. As he ran, he silently continued to cry, wiping the tears with the back of his hand to clear his blurred vision. He kept running. And running and running. Continuing to sprint even after his quivering gasps sounded like the last of hers.

Upon nearly passing out, he eventually approached a river. It was almost overflowing from the summer’s thunderstorms. Even now it looked as if it was about to rain soon. He slowed down as he neared the riverbank. The jarred jingle of his keys from his halt had caught his attention. He looked down to the carabiner on his belt loop.

Mello’s cracked and broken heart, failing to be held together, finally exploded into countless piercing shards of glass.

He ripped the carabiner off the leather belt loop of his pants, eyes piercing down at the lemon keychain. Frantically he removed it from the carabiner and brought his fist behind his head, preparing to launch it downstream. But before his arm could swing, Matt had tackled him.

“Mello, STOP!” Matt grabbed the wrist holding the keychain. “What are you doing?!”

“She’s gone, Matt! She’s dead. And she’s never coming back. And I never want to see her again. I want to forget she ever existed! I don’t want to see her eyes in my mind anymore. Take that memory away from me!” Mello screamed so loud his voice was beginning to crack. But maybe that was also because he was failing to hold back tears.

“I know. But why do you want to forget her so quickly?”

“Matt, you’re a smart bastard. Use that brain of yours. Figure it out on your own! Now let go of my hand, you asshole!”

Matt only gripped tighter.

“Mail! Let GO!”

“Mello…”

“Fuck off! Why can’t you go away and let me be?”

“Mels, there’s something you need to know.”

Mello briefly stopped resisting. “Yeah?!” he responded, antagonistically.

“Listen, you’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you.”

Mello snorted and replied in a sarcastic tone, “Oh no! Don’t ruin my day, it’s not like it hasn’t been unbearable enough!”

Matt let go of Mello’s wrist and just stared at him, a horrified face with the same expression, Mello noticed, as when he saw him earlier that day.

Mello, for what was probably the first and only time in his life, shut himself up.

“It isn’t your fault.” Mello was going to snort a reply but Matt continued, “Mels, it’s not your fault she was killed. It’s mine.”

Mello froze, expressionless.

“She wanted to surprise you…”

Mello’s face was heating up.

“…and she wanted my help,” Matt continued.

What was he saying?

“Look at the keychain.” He pointed toward Mello’s hand.

“Stop your fucking mind games, Matt, I don’t want to…”

“Damn it, Mels!!!” Matt yelled, “For once in your godforsaken life just listen to me. Look at her fucking keychain! Really look!”

Mello looked down at the keychain, eyes wide, scrutinizing it harder than on his birthday when he returned home. In the darkness in which he discovered the gift, he never noticed the seam in the plastic. He squeezed it and it popped open. Inside was another note, on the same paper from that day, wrapped around a lemon-yellow plastic ring, like one of those 25 cent ones from an arcade.

“Life is bitter, but you make it sweet. Mels, my bittersweet little lemon boy. Will you marry me?”

There was not a word that followed. Only silence. Mello collapsed to the ground. He couldn’t breathe initially, but once the trapped air found an opening from his lungs, the blood-curdling sob that ripped through his vocal cords scared all the pigeons in the area enough to immediately fly away. Matt ran over attempting to comfort his best friend but stopped in his tracks when Mello suddenly went silent,

“Matt.” He looked up at him. His glassy, tear-filled eyes were thin, piercing, accusing.

“Mels, you’re scaring me.”

Mello continued, still melted into the ground, “I think you ought to tell me…”

“What…?”

“You need to tell me what happened.” He paused. “You said this was your fault.”

Matt gulped.

Mello stood. “What did you mean?”

“Mels…”

Mello spat in his face, “WHAT DID YOU MEAN!” At this moment, in a spur of adrenaline and hopelessness, Mello remembered his gun holstered on his shoulder, and drew it. He immediately pointed it at Matt. “Tell me what happened. Now.” He mimicked Matt’s commanding tone from many hours earlier. It was time for Matt to get a taste of his own medicine.

“Mello, think about this. Put the gun down. Just put the gun down.”

“Do you think I have anything left to lose? Tell me what they did to her!”

Seeing no other option, and gutted that Mello no longer seemed to value his oldest friend, Matt inhaled and began. “As you saw, she had plans to propose to you. She’d been planning it for months. And she wanted my help.”

The expression of flaming jealousy on Mello’s face was evident.

“Oh, Mello… you know in your heart it’s not like that.” Matt tilted his head, spilling with disappointment. “I’ve known you since we both used to sneak out of Wammy’s House to steal from the candy shop down the street when we were 8. Do you remember that? Don’t tell me you’ve lost faith in me now.” Matt was almost in tears himself.

“You’re not finished. Keep explaining.” Mello took a step closer with his weapon.

Matt obliged. “After months of preparation at the apartment, we had a whole extravagant plan all set up for you.” He paused and looked down. “Mels, you would’ve loved it. But as usual for our unfortunate lives, things didn’t go according to plan. One of those days I met with her, I must’ve been followed… by them… because right before I ran to see you earlier today, I got a call from her. And I…” Matt’s voice dissolved. He couldn’t keep going.

“And you what? What did you hear?” Mello prodded him more, shaking the pistol at him. The tone in his voice was terrifyingly angry but his expression was utterly heartbroken.

Matt spoke though his tears. “I don’t know what they did to her, but part of me doesn’t want to. She was screaming. Crying. Calling out for you. Praying you would swoop in guns ablaze and save her. But then suddenly there was silence, and the line cut out. And all I could do was nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. That’s when I ran to get you.”

“Mello, I’m so sorry.” Matt was losing control, “This was… was all… all my fault.” Matt broke, crumbling to the ground under the realization that he had gotten her killed. And the worst part was that he might have lost his lifelong friend as well. “Mello, you know I’ve never been as diligent as you. Even back at Wammy’s that was the case. I fucked up, I know.”

Mello had a death threat written in his growing pitch-black pupils. He strutted closer to Matt and put the barrel of the gun right up to his forehead. “You. You got her killed. This is your penance.”

Matt looked up at Mello. “I did. I was the one who got her killed. And I will never forgive myself for that.”

Mello cocked the hammer of the weapon.

Matt’s mind had come to a surprising conclusion. That he deserved to die for his carelessness. He didn’t want to, but it was a sacrifice he would willing give to his best friend.

Mello put his finger on the trigger.

“Do it.” Matt whispered.

Mello hesitated.

Matt finally spoke what he had been thinking. “It’s okay, Mels. This is what I deserve.” Matt looked up at Mello and closed his wet and swollen eyes, accepting his fate.

Mello counted down in his head.

“3” Something about this felt wrong, but what else was he supposed to do?

“2” She was gone, this was the only way to put things right. Right?

“1” No. There was only one way to put things back to the way he wanted them to be...well, almost.

“0” Ok, now. Mello’s finger began to tighten around the trigger, but not before he pointed the barrel under his own chin.

“Mels, no!” Matt, in feeling the firearm move from his head, instinctually and in one swift motion stood and grabbed Mello’s arm at the wrist and yanked it away, angling the barrel forward and away from Mello’s head before he could realize, let alone react.

BANG!!!

Mello, with his eyes still closed, was stunned. Frozen. In shock. Still slightly dissociated from the pain of reality. He was still alive. Why? He was beyond confused. Everything had happened so fast. He had expected the be consumed by the darkness of his nightmares by now. Or at the very least be writhing in bloodied pain on the ground. But he was fine. Somehow, he was fine.

Slowly, he came back to his senses and opened his eyes. Mello saw Matt’s terrified face and realized what had happened. In an effort to save Mello from his impulsive decisions, as Matt did often, he had also saved his life. The barrel of the gun was angled up. Matt was hugging Mello’s forearm to his chest, pointing the barrel of the gun up into the air. Seeing that angle, Mello had realized that in firing the weapon the bullet had grazed Matt’s ear. Only an inch to the left and it would’ve taken his ear clean off. Three inches over and it would’ve killed him.

Matt knew logically his ear had been injured, but he was too preoccupied by the high of adrenaline to register any feeling, including pain. Or even to notice the ringing in his left ear. A few droplets of crimson dripped from his ear onto Mello's hand at a steady pace, resembling the accelerated rate of his short, shallow, and hyperventilating breaths. For the two of them, time froze.

Surprisingly, Mello was the first to break the silence. "It should've been me," he choked out.

Matt slowly massaged Mello's hand to loosen his grip on the handle.

"It was supposed to be me." His eyes sunk down, defeated. "Matty, it should've been me."

Matt interrupted, "But it wasn't." He gingerly removed the firearm from Mello's grasp.

"Huh?"

"It wasn't you. And regardless of who it should’ve been, you are the one standing here in front of me. You. Not her."

Mello sunk to the ground once again, but slowly this time as if not to disturb the ground below.

Matt kneeled to join him at his sunken level. He continued. "As much as we both didn’t, and don’t want to accept it, she's gone, and you are the one left to remember her. What do you think she would say about this insane, and frankly idiotic, plan of yours? Your initial intention to kill me? Or to kill yourself? How dare you! How dare you, Mels! She loved you more than you will ever understand, and this is how you treat her memory?"

"I do understand."

"No you don't. If you loved her the way she did to you, you wouldn't have forced yourself to make a reckless choice like that. Newsflash! It shouldn't have even been a decision that ever crossed your mind.”

Mello knew he had a point even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“Think about it. Shoot yourself? You would've left me all alone. Fine, but a real dick move, Mels.” He paused. “But now think about if you chose me. You would have to face the world on your own from here on out. A world where both she and I would be gone.” Matt took a breath to slow the pace of his words. “I hope you really understand that I love you too, Mels. Not in the way that she did, but goddamn it you are basically my brother.”

Mello could never remember having family, but maybe he could see Matt as his brother.

“Please just let me help you! You've always had the smartest and quickest mind, second only to Near, but I’m the one who figured out how to keep those gears up there oiled and turning." He gestured toward Mello's temple.

Mello was re-remembering all the occasions Matt had been there for him.

Every time he failed to score better than Near on an exam at Wammy's, Matt kept encouraging him to study harder.

After they ran away, every time he picked a fight in the underground too large for him to handle alone, Matt was always there to back him up.

And every time he couldn't comprehend his feelings, especially those for her, Matt would sit awake with him into the earliest hours of the morning and help him talk it out until he calmed down. Mello stopped. Did he take him for granted?

"I know you better than you know yourself. Maybe even better than she did. Though likely not by much." Matt half-heartily laughed but continued. "I’m aware I can't tell you what to do from here, you've never let anyone boss you around including me, I know. But now you need to make another choice." Matt outstretched both hands. One holding the gun, one holding the open keychain. "Decide. And by God, remember her when you do."

Mello eyed both his options but hesitated. Not because he needed more time to decide, but instead because he knew what he really wanted was not something Matt would take too well.

Matt forced the options closer to Mello. Matt could see those well-oiled gears turning at full speed.

Mello reconsidered. The keychain or the gun? Should he force himself to remember her or choose to forget? Should he choose to take Matt's hand and continue fighting, or end it all? Right here, right now. Living without her would be so hard, so painful. But would that be preferable to those memories of her ceasing to exist? The gears in his brain were turning so fast the friction was burning in his head.

"And Mello," his thought process was interrupted by Matt’s words, "if you choose what I know you want to, I will have no choice but to say goodbye and leave you here. For good. If you are that broken and helpless, there’s nothing I can do to help fix you. If you choose that gun, I know you don't even want to fix yourself.”

The gears somehow were turning faster. The heat was becoming unbearable.

Matt continued. “But don't you dare admit to me you are broken beyond repair. Is this how the one and only Mihael Keehl goes out? Not fighting the fight, but by his own hand? And out of what? Shame? Guilt? Pain? You were the unquenchable flame that all the oceans could never suffocate. The fighting spirit even the slimmest of odds couldn't deter. And the one friend I had that never once gave up, and by proxy helped me to do the same.”

Mello had never heard Matt speak to him like this before.

“Don't become a hypocrite to the lessons you taught me, instead let me teach you one in return. The Mello I knew wouldn't give up. He would never even consider it. But the question is, does he even exist anymore?"

Mello looked up to his best friend’s hopeful glare. The heat in his head was burning through to his eyes. He had decided.

Glancing between both of Matt’s outstretched hands, he stood up and took one.

Matt returned a faint and relieved smile and fisted the choice into Mello’s palm. Mello clung to it, crushingly, and squeezed his eyes shut.

He was hoping, and most importantly choosing, to remember her. Not the way the light left her eyes and the way her story ended, but the way the light in her eyes was always there until then. He would remember the whole story of them starting from the very beginning and in this very park. How poetic. Even then her eyes would beam at him every time she looked into his, and especially every time he came home late from a long stretch away from home.

The memory of her lively eyes coupled with the reflection of the moonlight that brought her beauty to a heart-stopping height was now his drug. It was his medicine to keep him fighting. To fight the pain he felt in experiencing those memories, but choosing to embrace them anyway.

Her words ran around his mind

"We’re gonna live forever, you and me, remember?"

Mello decided he wasn't ready to give up on that yet. He may not have been a man who could expect forever, but he could damn well fight for it. And he would. Until his very last moment.

Matt draped the arm of Mello's exhausted frame over his shoulders, careful not to touch his wounded ear. The two of them walked toward home, just as it began to rain, cleansing the way for a new beginning for them both.

…

Years later, as Mello sat in the driver’s seat of the semi and Kiyomi Takada was stuck suspiciously quiet in the trailer in the back, he watched consequences of their kidnapping plan unfold on the small monitor sitting on the dash.

The red Camaro came to a spinning and squealing halt on the highway, surrounded by Takada’s armed bodyguards. Matt exited the car. Mello couldn’t make out what Matt said once he put his hands up to surrender but he hoped it wasn’t something cocky again. But before he could even complete the thought, a shower of gunfire ripped through Matt’s body. And he fell. He was left bloody and mangled on the street. And that cigarette that always seemed to be in his mouth finally fell to the asphalt and went out.

He knew this plan was suicide, but somehow, they both had naively hoped for better.

"…Matt. I didn't think they'd kill you… I'm so sorry."

He continued driving, obsessively rubbing his thumb on the inside of his left ring finger.

His mind wandered slightly. With Matt now also gone, his thoughts also drifted to her.

"I wonder what you're doing right now," he murmured remembering and hoping that she'd still want a forever with him after everything he'd done. These thoughts continued to meander as his drove. But eventually they were abruptly interrupted.

*Thump THUMP*

Mello knew exactly what this meant. "A heart attack!? …Kira. But how?” Mello’s eyes once again grew wide, but he almost smiled this time.

"I guess I'll get to find out what you’re up to soon enough." He answered his own question from earlier. He struggled to remove his glove to expose the fingers on his left hand and then fully smiled

"I can't wait to see you again," he spoke sweetly to the ring on his finger, his eyes staying locked onto the plastic charm on its yellow band. He'd worn it ever since that day. And he wanted it to be the last thing his eyes ever saw.

As if in a morbid game of tag, the darkness Mello had been running from in his nightmares finally caught up and consumed him. He fell forward, unable to handle the wheel, crashing the semi into an abandoned church just off the side of the road. Though his body was going limp and muscles relaxed, he kept his gaze on the ring, hoping… no… praying he would get to see her eyes again.

The darkness had fully engulfed him now, but it wasn't as suffocating as he remembered in his dreams. Instead of cold restraint, it felt like a hot embrace, almost welcoming.

Maybe Mello was falling asleep. Or maybe he was waking up. Who knows. But either way one thing was for certain, her lemon boy was finally coming home… forever.

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In his own Little Ways (Kunikida x GN Reader)

Summary: You just know he loves you, in his own little ways.

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Pure Fluff.

Everything Kunikida Doppo says or does is meticulously planned. Whether it's solving the case of a missing salaryman or doing laundry, every step is well thought out and carefully executed. Such precision is followed in each and every aspect of his life, including the love department.

Dating Kunikida was nice, if not a unique experience altogether; a pre-planned and thoroughly discussed time, date and location along with a detailed map of the agenda of the day emailed to you on a week's notice. It almost felt like a case report or the minutes of a meeting on most occasions. But you were certainly able to accommodate his peculiar attention to detail after partners who were always arbitrarily thirty minutes late and didn't even bother to inform you when they had to cancel on you.

He's the perfect lover seen across every piece of fiction, a dreamy Shoujo manga lead on most occasions. Sure, he was a little rough around the edges, eccentric in his own ways, but the man definitely knew how to be a gentleman.

There he was at your doorstep, on the day of the date, in his perfectly ironed clothes, carefully picked out the night before (after taking into account the weather and temperature of the next day and advising you on the same), neither a second early nor late, holding freshly picked flowers for you. He opens doors, and pulls out chairs for you, makes sure to match your pace, an ever so chivalrous gentleman, no doubt an exclusive section in his Ideal.

But in moments other than your infrequent weekly dates (because of the man's diehard dedication to his work), it took you some effort to remember that he was in fact, your boyfriend.

Initially it was about your missed deadlines and reports full of errors at work, (seemingly) improper protocol while dealing with a client and how you were just garbage at filing. And once you moved in together (purely because it was smart choice in terms of financial savings, thank you very much.) he chewed your head off about your terrible sleeping habits, your low regard towards systematic arrangement of things, your debatable expenditures, how you mixed the whites and blacks and put his socks in the drier. And when he's nagging you about your eating habits the fifth time that day, it seems like he acts like more like your parent than your significant other.

It didn't help that he was verbally constipated, stoic and reserved, emotions always under control (except when it's dealing with a certain bandaged man, ranging from pure rage to utter disdain.) Everyone can't help but wonder if those are the only two emotions the blonde knows.

But you know otherwise; that he was so much more than what he let on. It took you a while to understand too, a little bit of dancing around to really see through his uptight demeanor and realize that he expressed himself in his actions rather than verbally; his affection, while certainly there, to be read between the lines.

Like when he had sat beside you, long after the closing hours, helping you complete your reports, after which he insisted to walk you to the station. (He missed a big discount sale on meat and eggs.) How the man didn't know how that had truly been the beginning of the inevitable blooming feelings you had towards him (and his towards you.)

You pretend to not notice the fond and soft look in his eyes when your brows are furrowed in concentration as you worked through your mistakes and redid the reports.

He knows your favorite food and choice of beverage, each detail committed to memory. While you are busy chattering to him about an adorable stray cat you saw on your way to work, your usual order is right in front of you, even though you don't recall placing an order or even mentioning it to him.

Although he's grumbling, he relents easily, when you drag him down to the local shrine's summer festival. He knows with a single glance at your face which plush toy catches your eye at the shooting game booth, and pretends that you're being silly when you cheer loudly for him, and flatter him over his oh so ordinary shooting skills, but when he's handing you the prize (the exact plushie you had wanted) and quickly turning away to the next booth, you catch the small smile on his face and redness of his ears.

Kunikida keeps things strictly professional at the agency, and you can feel him freeze up whenever you brush your hand against his, but over time you know he's warming up to you, leaning towards your touch, even going as far to take your hand in his and press a chaste kiss to your palm. (Until he’s inevitably caught by Dazai, leaving you both as a flustered mess.)

You know he's opening up to you when he actually sets his Ideal down, relying on something other than his handy notebook. He vents and talks to you about his concerns and thoughts, eager to hear a new perspective from you. And on particularly difficult days when the weight of his ideals bears down heavily over him, after a strenuous mission, he's finally lowering his walls, and letting you hold him. He's opening his heart to you slowly and steadily, and letting you in.

You can't help but smile when you see him take your advice; to stop whatever he was doing every few hours, to close his eyes and take a deep breathe, when work felt overwhelming.

He scolds you all the time for oversleeping, and even when he's standing beside the bed, announcing you to wake up in his usual stern tone, the undeterred sleepy smile you send his way, with a "Five more minutes" has him sighing in defeat as he tucks you in gently. (You could feel the ghost of a kiss on your forehead, but perhaps you're just imagining it).

When you're coughing too persistently at work that day, he wordlessly presents a steaming cup of ginger honey tea before you, along with a pack of yoghurt (a plain unsweetened one as well as a flavored, one that was your favorite, you noted.) and cough drops. He makes sure to sternly advice (borderline lecture) you to keep away from frozen foods, to not eat ice-cream all the time, to dress warmly and salt water gargle every night and you know he's just being his caring self at this point.

There's a mysterious parcel lying on your desk but just from the concise and stiff writing, you can tell it's from Kunikida. It's a cute little keychain of a cat mascot, a souvenir from his short trip outside Yokohama. "It reminded me of you." says the back of the little note. When you look up, he's watching you intently from his desk, and quickly swinging his chair away. Still glancing at you from the corner of his eye, you mouth thank you and you can see how his eyes light up even from the distance as he nods curtly, returning back to his work.

He does it time and again, seemingly effortlessly, setting aflight butterflies in your stomach and a warm feeling in your chest, in a way you've never experienced before. It's the way you reach out and he finds you mid-way, and in the constant trying that makes you more certain than ever.

It's when finally at the end of the day, he changes into his set of coordinated striped pajamas, lets his hair down, takes off his glasses and willingly surrenders into your arms. If you yourself aren't too sleepy, maybe, just maybe, you will hear a tiny whisper, muffled with the way his head is buried in your hair.

You just know he loves you, in his own little strange ways.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd kunikida #bsd kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida x reader #kunikida x reader #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #kunikida imagines #I just think kunikida would have difficulty in expressing his feelings in the beginning of a relationship #but then everything will fall into place #and I woke up one day and decided to torture myself into writing a fic with only descriptions #it's been a while since I wrote anything and I'm p nervous to post this #pls enjoy #now I will go lie down #in my grave

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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wishing for you | j.suh

Requested : birthday proposal

9 February

"Don't lick the plate hyuck!"

Mark's strict voice rumbled in the private room of the restaurant, catching the attention of the whole family. Everyone let out noises of disapproval at his filthiness, including yuta's toddler who was taught the expressions by none other than hyuck himself.

"Why are you getting annoyed at me. It's all because of the birthday boy. What kind of man cuts the cake at the end of the dinner. I came for the sweet treat not for chicken and shrimps."he huffed, leaning back into the chair with his arms crossed, indignation dancing on his face.

"Yes it's time to end the night with a blast."you announced and stood up to call for the cake. The voice through the intercom assured you of the arrival of the cake in less than two minutes which honestly felt like an hour to you. Even though the reservations and the decision of the special dinner menu was taken with everyone's consent, the life of the birthday party, a cake, had been left for you to choose. Your stomach churned with anticipation as you fancied about the design you gave to the restaurant service five days ago. There was no way johnny wasn't going to love it for it had all of his favourite elements in it and it was also from his favourite Baker. Everything seemed to be perfect.

The door was pushed from outside and you turned yourself to face the incoming trolley but before you could do so, you were whirled around by strong arms, clearly belonging to your boyfriend.

"Don't push me around johnny. I wanna see the cake!" You said, moving forward to see beyond but his grip on your shoulders was firm. What shook you was the fact that he immediately circled you again to change your positions. Though you faced the door, you weren't seeing anything in actual, for his hands on your eyes had thrown you into sudden darkness. As incomprehensible as it was, you wished he wouldn't play the games on such crucial times.

Slowly, the hand on your eyes went downward, light coming through again. All the weight on your body was released at the same time. You stared at the door for a few seconds, adjusting to the light before lowering your gaze to finally look at the masterpiece that had consumed your days to come up with. But the cake you were met with was nothing like your imagination or the sketch you had provided earlier. You vividly remembered each and every detail you had asked for and this was not it.

Instead of the camera lens on the top tier, there was a small key was tucked upside down, the second tier didn't contain any of his favourite JCC quotes and the lower one was a total disaster. Totally beautiful disaster! The photos you had provided to be pasted on it were nowhere to be seen. Instead it was filled with edible candid Polaroids of you both.

Both.

Realisation dawned on you as you reached for the key fixated on top. It was not edible! It was a real key with a real keychain on which your initials were engraved.

Swiftly spinning, the boy almost had you on your knees.

Actually, he was on his knees.

And his stretched hands held the prettiest sea green velvet box, insides of which were shimmering solely with the purpose of blinding the viewer.

"Can you please fit this film in your life camera?" He asked.

You knew the day was near. Honestly, you had been anticipating it, since months. But now that he was really below your eye contact, wearing his heart on his sleeve, a stupidly expensive diamond glowing in his hands, eyes pleading for a nod of affirmation, you found yourself speechless. The more you looked at him, the more your vision blurred.

"Will you-you marry me y/n." Noticing your delayed response, he licked his lips in nervousness.

Instead of a yes, a quiet sob left your mouth, lips quivering to control the overflow of emotions.

"Why are you crying baby." Standing tall on his feet, he asked you with a worry laced voice. Closing the box, he engulfed you in his arms, tightening his hold as you cried harder.

Once you were quietened, he came down on your eye level, a low chuckle thundering through his chest.

"Do you hate me that much." He jested, taking your face in his hands, one of which fisted the box.

"Yeah i hate you that much."

Gasping at the unexpected reply, he continued,

"Why suddenly? Oh. Do you want an emerald perhaps?" He worriedly asked again.

It was your turn to giggle as you hit his chest with your palm.

"No. You ruined my cake. I had designed it after so much thought and you had to come and spoil everything. And why are you proposing to me today! This is supposed to be your day you fool."

"What can i say now. I just wanted to gift myself something." He politely whispered as his thumbs rubbed against your cheeks.

"What gift"

"You." With fingers lovingly tucked under your chin, he finished,

"You accepting this foolish man is going to be the greatest gift of my life. All these years, all the candles i blew, the only thing i had ever wished was you. Now is the right time i guess."

Finally stepping away from you, he removed the ring from the box and placed it aside on the dinner table.

Taking your hand, he questioned again,

"Would you perh-

"Hurry up johnny" you smiled and he did. Slipping the ring into your third finger, he pulled you flush against his chest. His lips chased yours to give you the sweetest kiss of your ten year relationship.

A few sharp sniffles forced you away from your fiance, the surroundings finally emerging again.

"Wh-

You had totally forgotten that you weren't alone. The whole army has been carefully watching you since the very start and few of them were crying by now.

"Why are you crying?"you asked

"This is so sweet. I wanna marry too." cried Hendery.

"Find yourself one. This one is mine." Johnny stated, pecking you again.

" shall we cut the cake love?"

"yeah. But first tell me how come everyone knew about the cake but me!"

Requested by @theworld-accordingtocasey Can I request Johnny proposing to me at the birthday dinner me and the neos throw him and when before I tell him yes I’m crying about I’m supposed to give you gifts not the other way around😭 and him being like “you telling me you will become my wife is the gift that I wished for when we cut the cake” pretty please ♡

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spongebob-connoisseur · 3 years

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you've likely answered this but do you own any spongebob merch?

Actually no I haven't ever gotten an ask like this! Surprisingly ain't it?

Ahh yess I've been waiting my whole life for this. I actually feel a little embarrassed since it's a lot. But anyways I'll let ya look at my wall of shame™

Due to SB's decline in popularity over the past 10 years its been getting harder and harder to find merchandise unless you got it from online. So because of that, I have a large stack of spongebob stickerbooks/activity books/coloring books. Anyone got suggestions as to what to use the stickers for?

There's stuff I found second hand which is a SB tv, dvd player, clock, and that phone. The tv didn't work before but now I got it to work.

A LOT of plushies. Coolbob with the shades, the infamous farting spongebob plushie, also a cutie patootie heart shaped spongebob plushie just to name a few. Some plushies I got when I was a patient at a children's hospital. Since sometimes they'd give ya stuff and I'd only pick SB. Those are really old and beat up now but I still adore them.

Tho my favorite is an invincibubble plush because the 2nd movie is my all time favorite. I got that second hand.

I have like 3 mugs for some reason? 1st one was a gift from long ago tho it chipped so I use it as a paint cup. The 2nd one I found that's shaped as spongebob. Its too cute to use. 3rd is a Mrs. Puff boating school mug. Its not microwave safe hence why I don't use it. Tbh I'm scared to use it because of that reason. Idk what would happen if you do decide to warm up some milk in it. Will it make your organs melt?? Someone tell me so I don't have to fear using it😢

I have seasons 1-3, the 3 movies, and seasons 9, 11, 12. The store I used to by DVDs from closed down. Just recently it occurred that I could buy them online but still, getting them in person you can get the original box art. The newer ones aren't as cool. Check it out! Its so detailed!!

Oh also I got some SB comics! And the art book 👀

Also a lot of figurines for some reason, I've just noticed. My favorite is the scaredypants one with his brain out. Because I think that's my favorite episode? Hard to pick a favorite episode from my favorite season but I think Scaredypants is my favorite.

I got magnets, cups, pins, buttons, keychains, wall art stuff. The krabby patty secret formula. Also a pack of SB pencils from 2007 that I'm too scared to open because its so old. I found it one day at the sketchy dollar store.

Also some shirts, socks, and a jacket and a bag. A blanket? It's not really big enough to use as a regular blanket. Usually I just put it over my shoulders and pretend to be a hermit.

I also have a calendar for this year. And I still have my SB calendar from 2016. Because it was so rare to find SB stuff so when I found that calendar I knew I would keep it forever. And I still am. I also sometimes repurpose the packaging on SB stuff. Make other stuff out of it since its still perfectly good. Though that's a little weird now that I think about it. But its useful. I got this little box thing that I keep a bunch of scrunchies and a hairbrush in.

I remember in high school, there was a girl who was really into Spongebob from my SAP class which is basically introduction to Sociology, Anthropology, and Psychology which sounds exciting but it's not.

Anyways I didn't find out until one time she was talking about how she dreamed of marrying spongebob. Which uhh I'm not going to touch on that since it's not the strangest thing I've heard from students from that school. But up until that moment I always thought she was too cool™ and mature™ so it was pretty funny and made me feel comfortable talking to her since we share interests and she went on and on about how much she adored spongebob and how she had blankets, notebooks, pretty much everything spongebob. And I was so jealous like gosh I wish I could do that. And now I've realized I did do that. Wack ain't it?

There was also a girl from one of my classes in University and she noticed the little SB plush dangling from my bag and we've actually became good friends over it? And she wore a SB sweatshirt one time and I was like "oh I have the same one!" And she said she wore it because she thought of me and gosh?????

Oh also one of my friend's had a little spongebob pin based off of the episode Pests of the West. Its shaped as a sheriff star. She gave it to me and I'm still so so so honored. It's so cooool. She has a SB keychain with her name on it which is so lucky. I know I'd never find that since ya kno,,,, my name isn't common.

Anyways with all this SB stuff, my room has no actual theme. I always wanted everything to be black™ and dark™ and edgy. And while I do have some spooky stuff™ spiders, bat shaped things, skeletons and whatever. It's a very unusual with that being overpowered by Spunchbop and I like that. One side got a giant dracula poster and the other side has a spongebob alter. There is peace in the universe.

I did wanted to share a picture of Glovey Glove on a summoning circle tho as a send off but I cant add anymore pictures to my post😔 but just know I will do it. Glovey Glove is an entity of such dark forces beyond our comprehension. It would induce madness just trying to imagine. He shall destroy our existing universe and everything after that. He is the bringer of the end. The causer of chaos to the miserable and bleak void known as space of which we exist in. Our speckle of rock known as Earth so carelessly floating through the emptiness, oblivious from the destruction the one known as Glovey Glove shall soon bring upon us. What a cutie!💖

So uhh yeah! Too bad I couldn't share pictures of anything but I think you've got a good idea. I got the bookshelf a few months ago to put my stuff in and it made me realize I have a loooot of spongebob stuff. Before everything used to be so scattered. Oh and just yesterday I added the heart stickers on it. Because I have a lot for some reason.

Hope you enjoy 👍

#Anyways now you can guess where that post about watching a horror movie on the SB tv was inspired by #Me wishing i could have a sleepover with my homies and watching The Craft on the sb tv #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #spongebon squarepants #the spongebob connoisseur #spongebob meme #Spongebob merchandise

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itacats · 3 years

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Summary: You were lying in the sun, on your journey to feel the world again, a certain ace and captain wants to help.

Character(s): Ushijima; GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.15k

Warnings: mentions of feeling numb and not feeling emotionally connected to the world, like one (1) or two (2) curses.

A/N: I decided to read some of my old writing from high school and realized how much I was emotionally disconnected from the world, so I wrote up this little piece if not as a way to comfort past me.

The sun. You’d been sitting in it for god knows how long for the soul purpose of trying to feel again. Sitting in the rays of heat that had traveled an extraordinarily long way to reach you. It was something that your therapist had recommended you try after you had coldly told her how tired you were of not feeling anything. Not happy or sad, not even angry about the ordeal- just numb. Now here you were effortlessly balancing on a thick cement wall on a lesser used walkway near your house. Elevated just high enough to not be a nuisance to others and vice versa, but also not too high to where if you happened to fall off the edge the most you’d get would be a bruise here and there.

Repositioning yourself to lie comfortably on the wall, you popped in one of your earbuds and closed your eyes. The comforting melodies and notes of the music that had gotten you through darker times wrapping you in a sense of calm. “This better work.” you mumbled as you let your mind begin to drift along with the music that now filled your head, and the rays of sun that warmed your skin.

The only cause for you to open your eyes should have been to change your playlist. Emphasis on ‘should have.’ No, instead a large, looming shadow had taken away the one thing you were trying so desperately to have once more at such a basic level. Peaking through one half lidded eye, heavy from lying in the sun for who knows how long, you’re met with a man you’d only seen a few times while walking through the halls and in some of your classes. The six foot something tall captain of Shiratorizawa, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

“You’ll get a sunburn if you aren’t careful.” wow, okay- way to be blunt. The rumors that made their ways through the halls about Ushijima’s blunt and cold demeanor weren’t falling short from what you could tell. You understood that he was just trying to be considerate and inform you of what could happen, but you really weren’t in the mood to talk to him. Taking out your earbud and sitting up to excuse yourself, you noticed he was wearing the school’s exercise uniform. Of course he was. What you didn’t notice however, was the blur of red-hair dashing up behind him. “Thanks, but I-” you began, only to be cut off by a loud “Ushiwaka! Wait up!” The captain who was currently towering over you turned his head, acting as though this was an everyday occurance. “Yes, what is it Tendou?” God, did this guy show any emotion? you thought to yourself as you jumped the small distance it was to the ground. “Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation guys, but the coach wanted me to let you know practice is cancelled tomorrow- something about a birthday I think?” Tendou huffed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Did he run all the way here from the school?? Almost as if Ushijima had read your thoughts, he asked the red-head the same question. A smug smile overtook Tendou’s face. “Of course! Semi bet that I wouldn’t be able to reach you within the 3 mile mark, but joke’s on him- he owes me lunch!” Pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture to send to Semi as proof he actually caught up to their captain. “Why didn’t you just text him this information if you had a phone this entire time?” You pipe up. “Well there’s no fun in that, duh. And I wouldn’t have gotten a free lunch out of it either if I did that.” Tendou stated, crossing his arms. “Wait a second, haven’t I seen you before?” The red-head questions. Great, now you had to give the entire spill of how, yes he had seen you before, you share the same mathematics and language classes with the two prized volleyball players. “Tendou,” Ushijima began, “L/N shares mathematics and language with us. I thought you knew this?” Your typical spill had been- what- stolen? No, that didn’t seem right. You weren’t sure what you were feeling, you didn’t know why you felt the way you did when you realized someone as popular and “untouchable” as Ushijima knew these details that others seemed to toss away without a second thought. And you didn’t blame them, you were too caught up in trying to keep your grades steady while not feeling anything. You weren’t concerned with whether or not people remembered you. Hell- you were starting to think you were forgetting who you were besides numb.

The sudden inhale of Tendou’s realization shook you out of your spiralling thoughts. “Ah, yes! You’re rather quiet aren’t you?” No, I’m tired, exhausted from not feeling anything. “Yeah, just not much to say I guess.” Ushijima’s phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling it out and reading what appeared to be a text. “Tendou, Semi needs you back at the gym, he needs help putting things away, and the others have either left or are busy assisting with other things. Thank you for informing me about practice tomorrow.” He states, in the same semi-serious tone, causing the red-head to turn and make his way back, but not before waving goodbye to you and Ushijima.

You begin to walk away, regretting even saying anything like that to someone like Ushijima. “Y/N, why is wanting to feel, dumb?” You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not with how his entire demeanor was. Embarrassed steps slowly halting, you turn to face him once more. “I don’t know, I-” finding the words to express your current inability to feel anything and wanting it to stop was harder when it came to people you didn’t pay to keep their mouths shut. “It’s just something I want to do again.” You were mentally pleading with the man in front of you not to press further on the matter. Ushijima opened his mouth as if to start speaking, but chose to quitely nod his head instead, accepting your simple explanation. “I’m gonna go home now, have fun with your volleyball stuff.” Giving a curt wave of your hand before making your way back home.

“May I ask you a question L/N?” Ushijima says, turning back to you, expression unchanging. “Please just call me Y/N, I’m not much a fan with honorifics and my name, but sure go ahead.” a silent sigh leaving you at the end of your sentence. You were back to feeling tired and the numbness was seeping back into your bones. “My apologies Y/N, but why are you sitting in the sun on a ledge nonetheless? You could fall and hurt yourself.” Was that concern in his voice? No, couldn’t be. That was never the case. “Do you really want to know that?” The captain and powerhouse ace of Shiratorizawa was questioning you on why you decided to lay about in the sun like a cat? “Yes. I would like to know if that’s okay with you.” “I was-” you stop yourself, why? It wasn’t a secret to want to feel again? And what was Ushijima going to do about it? Nothing, there wasn’t anything he could do- right? Taking another breath, you start again “I was trying to feel again.” Your tone almost mimicking his- borderline monotone. You were met with silence. Normally, you’d be okay with it, but this time it was almost unbearable. Quickly starting back up again “Don’t worry about it though, it’s dumb.”

This seemed to happen more and more often. You would go lie in the sun after school, Ushijima would walk home and see you, and you two would chat. Sometimes he would bring a small gift, hoping it would ‘help you feel again,’ and everytime they would. You enjoyed the feelings you had started to experience whenever you two, and sometimes even Tendou, would hang out on the cement wall in the sun. “Ushi?” you called out the nickname you’d given him after about a month and a half of your wall hang outs. “Yes Y/N?” “Why’d you stay?” Ushijima was quiet. Your question hung heavy in the air as your body leaned against his. “Because I wanted to help you feel.” He stated, but he was holding something back- you could tell. Even if you had an awful time expressing your emotions, it didn’t mean you couldn’t read when others weren’t showing theirs. “Is that the only reason?” Looking up at him with sleepy eyes, heavy from lounging in the sun after walking with him from the gym. A few more moments of silence followed only to be broken by an unexpectedly soft “No.” Waiting for him to continue, you sit up and face him directly. “I stayed because...because I wanted you to feel how you make me feel.”

The next day you gave the sunshine another chance, given that your last attempt abruptly ended. You found your same spot right after school, and this time you brought sunblock just in case a certain captain decided to question you later in one of your shared classes. You dig through your bag, and realize your earbuds are nowhere to be seen amongst the loose school papers, books, and pencils. Not that you minded that sounds of the little suburban area you were at, but your music would have been preferred. You took the time to empty your head of the thoughts that raced back and forth in it. The internal commotion slowly calming down. About 30 minutes passed by before the shadow from yesterday loomed over you once again. “Y/N” Really? Again? “Ushijima, do you walk this way every day?” You say, looking up yet again at the stoic ace. “Yes, my house is just a bit further from here. Why do you ask?” Resisting the urge to smack your palm against your face, you notice the bag in his hands he didn’t have earlier in the school halls. “What’s that?” you point to the bag questioningly. “It’s for you. I asked Tendou what he thought would help with your feelings, and he suggested this-” He hands you the bag. Looking inside you notice the small fuzzy keychain of a cartoon bird. A small smile begins to replace the emotionless thin line on your lips. “I hope this helped.” He says. The keychain itself was childish, you wouldn’t buy it if you saw it in a shop, but somehow the gesture of the serious and stoic man standing before you, giving it to you- showing that he still thought of you even after you’d left. This was something you liked feeling. “It did. Thank you Ushijima.” Looking up from the keychain in your hands you could have sworn you saw a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty lacing his words. “I couldn’t stop you if I tried.” you jokingly laugh, patting the space next to you.

You were unmoving, still trying to process what he was saying. “Y/N, you make me feel things like when I’m in the middle of a game.” was Ushijima trying to make a metaphor? you thought, still processing his words. “My heart races when I think about you, it feels like electricity shoots through my body when we exchange even a simple hug, and I don’t like the way a sense of longing comes over me when I see you walk away, even if I know I’ll see you tomorrow. I asked Tendou if I should go to a doctor at first because of how much I felt…” he paused recollecting the memory, “he laughed and told me I was in love.” He finished, looking to you for any sign that he should leave, any sign showing that he misread the situation you two were in. “Ushijima, I- is that what this is?” one of your hands reaching for your chest, your heart felt as if it could burst. The once stoic face of Ushijima Wakatoshi was now replaced with that of astonishment and adoration. “Y/N if you would, would you like to go on a date with me?” Emotions over took you, voice momentarily gone as you nodded your head. “Yes, yes I would love to.” Tears welled up in your eyes, you were finally feeling again, and not only that, you were feeling the one thing you had longed for, for so long, love.

Ushijima would continue to bring you little gifts, checking in with you and your feelings. Keychains could be found on any bag or key you owned. And despite his cold, emotionless aura he gave off to the world, he was the one who helped you feel the world again.

#BT extra #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x you #haikyu!!#hq #ushijima x y/n #haikyuu

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