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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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Can I please request hanzo taking a male reader on a date and flirting with the reader during the date and ending the date with a make out session at the reader's or hanzo's house. Thank you so much!!!

So basicaly BARK ABR GROWL DSOIJFDSAFUSJUFD GROWL BARK BARK GORLW AOFJSIJFOSAFPOA!!!!!!

Anyways, I am here to spread Civilian! Hanzo propaganda because yeah,,, You can see the rest of the headcanons here. Hanzo does act a bit differently in this AU, mainly because he’s actually getting help in this AU rather than in canon (which I headcanon that he isn’t on medication or seeing a therapist), so he does act rather ooc.

!WARNING! There are mentions of CPTSD. If you are sensitive to these topics please proceed with caution. If you happen to be someone with CPTSD and I do not write this topic accurately, please feel free to dm me if you feel comfortable!

The moment you stepped into the apartment, you were hit with a wave of smells. Specifically ranging from different florals to freshly baked bread, and perhaps that was spaghetti? Hm.

You weren’t sure if Hanzo could cook, he never mentioned it whenever you bought flowers from him. Or other plants.

You never told him the real reason why you bought plants and florals from him all the time. It was sad, but you were also mourning people that were members of the technically, still illegal overwatch.

Every Time somebody in Overwatch died, specifically someone you were close to, you bought flowers for them. You never bought flowers from anyone else.

You were snapped from your thoughts when you felt a cold snout shove itself into your open hand, as it seemed that you had begun to get lost in your thoughts.

You recognized the sky blue collar on the giant husky, as well as the small bell next to the dog tag. Tomo.

You raised your eyebrow at the bell, however, but again, your thoughts were interrupted by a head headbutting itself into your waist. The dark navy blue collar belonged to Kenji.

Normally, your heart would’ve begun to pump and you probably would’ve panicked, being as dogs had an extra sensitivity and aggression to werewolves, but Kenji and Tomo were the sweetest and practically the only dogs you’ve ever met that weren’t like that.

You hear something clatter in the kitchen, as well as a ring of Japanese, and you know for a fact that those were curse words, you mentally thank Duolingo for helping you further your otaku phase back in high school.

Your shoes come off first, as the clatter of them seems to alert Hanzo, and you see him pop his head into the room. He’s holding a dirty ladle in his hand, and an orange apron, it seems to be covered in flour, as well as other sections of his body.

He’s wearing shoes, which is strange because you know for a fact that he has a clear disdain for that sort of conduct, says that it tracks all the dirt, and possibly ‘bad omens’ into the house.

You can see that his shirt sleeves have been rolled up just above his elbows, and his thick-rimmed glasses have tilted to the side a bit. His hair is still in a bun like it usually is, but it's so messy at this point that you think he forgot you were coming over.

He quickly darts back behind the wall.

“I-I didn’t expect you here so early!” He says.

You raise an eyebrow yet again. ��Uh, you said 5 o’clock didn’t you?”

“Well...yes.” He says as you hear rustling behind the wall. “But, the last time we did this you arrived half an hour late.”

“I got caught in traffic,” you respond, waiting for him to gesture for you into the kitchen. “I..uh..bought wine.”

He appears in the doorway again, this time you can see that he’s clearly dressed up, with his black khakis, dress shoes, and white button-up, wait a minute. You don’t think he’s noticed the flour that stains his pants...in handprints.

You stifle back a chuckle, but a small snort escapes from you, he raises an eyebrow, and looks down at himself, lets out a small noise of shock almost, and rushes down the hall.

You watch him run into his room, and you see the door shut.

“Uh...you alright?”

“Just peachy!” He calls out, as you hear yet another string of curse words in Japanese fall from his mouth.

You step towards the door and knock quietly. “Uh...can I come in?”

“No.”

You don’t say anything but you sit next to the wall, sliding down, and leaning your head up to the wall.

“You...want me to help you make dinner for tonight?”

You don’t get a response from him at first, but the door swings open, and now he’s wearing a pair of light brown khakis.

He looks down at you, his hair is tied neatly now, and his glasses are missing. He sits in the doorway.

“I...I’m sorry, I..” A pause. “You can..leave if you want.”

“Hanzo-”

“I...I have nothing prepared, I tried to make bread but I fell asleep and left it in the oven for too long…” He mutters. “the...I tried to make steak but Kenji and Tomo got into it and ate it...so I figured I’d make spaghetti instead and...I even messed that up.”

You turn towards him, sitting crisscrossed and placing your hands in your lap.

“I...we could order something out.”

He shakes his head, quickly.

“Alright...what else do you have to eat? I could help you make it.”

He thinks for a moment, before he gets up from the floor, grabs your hand, pulls you to your feet, and brings you into the kitchen. The kitchen is an absolute mess, and you feel his hand tighten.

“Hey, don’t worry. We’ll clean it from top to bottom, and then we can start, alright?” You say softly, as his hand seems to relax.

“Okay.” He mutters.

_____

By the time it hits seven-thirty, you're already making a mess of the kitchen again. It was easy to clean it, but harder to keep it clean.

You tried to crack a joke about how Hanzo practically collects canned food but quickly stops in the middle as he seems fixated on a small spot on the counter. You take the rag from his hand softly, placing it on the shelf next to the fridge.

“I think the kitchen is clean.” You say, and he simply nods in response.

“So, what do you feel like eating?” You ask, looking through the cans.

He shrugs in response, as you take a can out, scans it, and place it on the counter, he seems to mimic your actions.

“Hm, you have canned peaches.” You say. “We could make pancakes.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Peach pancakes..?” He asks.

“What, no-no. You warm up the peaches and put them on top of the pancakes,” You reply. “My dad used to do it for me all the time when I was a kid.”

“Hm.”

You hear the steps of paws filling the air as Kenji and Tomo make their way into the kitchen.

Hanzo turns to the clock.

“Damn, I...forgot to take Kenji and Tomo out.”

Hanzo pauses.

“Uhm...perhaps you’d like to...come with me.” He asks.

“Sure...what about dinner.”

“We could...eat something out.” He says.

You smile softly at him. “If you’re comfortable with that, sure.”

He simply nods again, making his way down the hall, as you place the cans back into the cabinet.

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The night isn’t cold, but it isn’t too hot either, and Hanzo seems to be enjoying himself so far.

Kenji’s leash is in his hands right now, as Kenji tends to be much more calmer. Tomo on the other hand, who’s proving to be difficult to handle, is the opposite.

You've almost been pulled to the ground again, as Tomo runs after a squirrel that runs up a tree. You shake your head, and Hanzo comes to your side, you feel his breath on the back of your neck.

You turn to him, smiling.

“She really likes squirrels huh?” You muster out as Tomo stops pulling when Hanzo barks at her in Japanese.

Tomo returns to your side, her tail is still wagging, despite Hanzo’s glare, (which you swear can cut through paper) when you feel your stomach growl.

“Hm, I don’t know about you but I’m starving.” You say, turning to him.

Hanzo gestures to the park across the street, it's buzzing with people.

“Perhaps there’s something there?”

And in all honesty, you thought he’d choose anywhere to eat but the park.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

He nods. “I will be fine.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Making your way towards the park, Hanzo closes the space between you two, the soft orange lights fill your vision.

“A Halloween festival, huh?” You ask. “Do you celebrate Halloween?”

“No.” He replies. “I’ve never had anybody to celebrate with...my...parents...never favored it.”

You quickly change the subject.

“So, what do you want to eat?”

He shrugs in response, the gap between you two becoming small. “I’m not entirely sure, any suggestions?”

You scan the crowd and feel Hanzo’s hand briskly touch yours.

“Well, we could go to the candy apple stand, there’s a hotdog stand, hm, they have hot chocolate and coffee over there.”

“A hot dog sounds nice.” He mutters.

“Hot dogs then.”

You notice his hesitation to go forward, as it seems the crowd has become bigger near the food stands. This time, his hand grabs your own.

“Do you want to try and find a way around…?”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll..be alright.”

You nod your head, however, his hand doesn’t leave yours, and you notice how he takes his time intertwining your fingers together, it’s rather funny as well, and you can’t bite back a smile, because the longer you hold hands, the brighter his face seems to go.

You finally get into the line for hotdogs, as Kenji and Tomo sniff the ground for scraps of food. Hanzo shakes his head, leaning his head on your arm.

He sighs deeply, and when your turn to order pops up, you order for him.

Now, you’re waiting beside the hotdog stand, putting mustard and ketchup on the hotdogs, while Kenji not so subtly tries to take a bite of Hanzo’s hotdog.

He takes the hotdog out of the paper plate it's on and tosses the plate into the garbage can.

“Plain hotdog, eh?” You ask.

He grins.

“I like it plain.” He replies, as it seems he’s gained some of his usual demeanor back, as he takes a bite of the hotdog.

“So, you wanna head home?”

He stares.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“My home or your home?”

“Either is fine.” You ask. “My place is a few blocks from here, but...I think the park is sort of a midway point-”

“Your home.” He says. “If...if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. You could stay over if you want too.”

He blinks. “Why?”

“Hanzo, it's 8 o’clock, I can’t just let you walk home by yourself in the middle of the night,” You say. “Especially because of Talon.”

Hanzo scoffs.

“The last time Talon tried to attack me, I put them all in the hospital,” He pauses. “The only weapon I used was a wooden spoon.”

You shake your head. “I still get worried about you.”

“You worry about me?”

“Of course I do. Every day, Han.” You reply. “It's not every day that somebody within my line of work becomes friends with a civilian.”

You realize your outside of the park.

“So, where-”

“I still wish to go to your house.”

“You mean the one I haven’t been in for months?”

“Why not?”

“I haven’t been in it for months.” You say. “It's probably a disaster.”

“That’s alright.” He says, as his hand drifts down to grab yours again.

Once you're out of the park and heading towards your place.

“Why do you keep holding my hand?” You ask.

He makes a motion to pull away, but surprisingly, he doesn’t. The chill of the night air fills your lungs with an almost nostalgic feeling.

“Didn’t you save me from the talon swarm a couple of blocks from here?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“Hm?” He turns to his surroundings but then looks back at you. “Yes...that alleyway just across the street?”

You nod. “Yep, that’s the one.”

You grin, as the sign for you to walk, turns white and you make your way across the street.

However, instead of turning down the street, you rush into the alleyway.

You smile. “Oh yeah, this is definitely the one.”

Hanzo’s grip tightens. “Shouldn’t…(Y/N)..”

You turn to him this time. “Yes?”

“You...I love you.”

You blink.

“Uh, what.”

“I..love you…?”

“o-oh...Han-”

“It's alright if you don’t feel the same way...I just hope this doesn’t-”

“Hanzo, please don’t say that,” You chuckle. “God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

Hanzo stares.

“You have?”

“Uh yeah...why do you think I asked if you wanted to have dinner at your place?”

“That...that was-”

“Yes Hanzo, that was me, asking you out on a date.”

“Bah! I should’ve known!”

“Ah well, I’m not exactly the best at that sort of thing,” You chuckle, scratching the back of your neck. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” He chuckles as Kenji and Tomo wag their tails rather eagerly.

He leans against the wall.

“Do you think I should’ve bought flowers?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No, I’d rather hear you say it, than...anything else really.”

“Say what…” You smile. “I love you?”

He looks at the ground, his gaze softening, and a small smile forming on his lip. “Yes.”

You nuzzle his neck and wrap an arm under his waist. “I love you, Hanzo. I love you so goddamn much, nothing can stop me from loving you.”

“I-I didn’t mean such-!” He pauses. “We’re in public-!”

“So? It’s almost ten, most people are driving home or at the festival, Han,” You whisper into his ear. “And besides, it isn’t illegal to do this.”

“It’s frowned upon to make out in a public area.”

“Are you trying to imply something?”

“No.”

“Mmhm?”

Your eyes fall onto his own.

“Do you wanna make out?”

He blinks, seeming to short circuit for a second, before turning away from you, and it takes you a second to realize that he’s pouting.

Your fingers rest gently under his chin.

“I love you.” You whisper, kissing his cheek. “Really. I’d do anything for you.”

He’s still silent, but his eyes do fall onto yours again. His fingers intertwined themselves in your hair, as you place more kisses on his face, and a few long ones onto his lips.

Next thing you knew it, Hanzo rushes forward, practically slamming you two together, and you swore at that point that just the heat of it could bring back summer all over again, his tongue was in your mouth now, and your face heated up almost immediately.

Both of your hands fell onto his hips, and your eyes clamped shut, the feeling of the wind not even registering on your skin anymore, just Hanzo and you, making out in an alleyway.

When he pulls away his breath his hot, his eyes are half-lidded, and you almost whine when he pulls away to brush his coat off.

“W-well then...I’d...we’d…”

“You still want to come to my house?”

He stares.

“Yes, I would actually.”

This time, you take his hand as you two exit the alleyway.

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lance-not-a-lot · 4 years ago

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Intro

Lancelot Thaddeus (Daniel Sharman, 30, male, human) Blimey! Is that (LANCELOT THADDEUS)? (HE/HIM) is/are the (COOK) on the Cursed Serpent and has been onboard the ship for (JUST DISCOVERED IT). Legend has it they are (CUNNING & ASSERTIVE), but don’t get on their bad side, because I hear they’re (RECKLESS & INSECURE). Aye! Stop staring! (LANCE) has their (RAPIER) out! (ooc: Alixx, PST, 26, they/them, triggers - abuse, self harm/suicide, rape/sexual assault)

DETAILS -

PERSONAL:

Full Name: Lancelot Thaddeus

Nickname/Preferred name: Lance

Parents: Arthur and Genevieve Thaddeus

Parents nationalities: Father - English, Mother - French

Siblings: Arthur Jr. (fraternal twin brother) and Athena (younger half-sister)

Grandmother: Juno Thaddeus

Birthplace: England

Birthday: March 15, 1664

Gender: Cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Gay, but slightly bi-curious

Languages known: English, French, and some Spanish

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6'2"

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Hair + Facial Hair looks: short || long

Scents: herbs, spices, and essential oils, mainly lavender, rosemary, and paprika

PERSONALITY TYPES:

MBTI: ENFP-T (Campaigner)

Enneagram: Two (The Giver)

Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Good

Zodiac Big Three: Pisces {sun} ~ Cancer {moon} ~ Pisces {rising}

BACKSTORY (TW: Homophobia, Abuse, Violence, Death) -

After being caught sleeping with another man in his father’s battalion the two of them were put on trial for execution. His brother Arthur managed to convince their father to ensure that Lance would be spared, but his lover was not so lucky, a guilt that would haunt Lance for the rest of his life. Instead of death, Lance was banished, sent off to the West Indies with no plan or support system. When he first arrived in the West Indies and was trying to find shelter he pretty much lived out of taverns and garbage scraps. He was 75% alcohol 100% of the time. He had become disenchanted with everything which made him reckless, with little regard for his life. This eventually got him into trouble with a group of werewolves, but before they could harm him he was saved by a sorcerer named Emrys Aurelian who took him in and helped him get back on his feet.

Both Emrys and his magic fascinated Lance immensely and they eventually fell in love, as people do sometimes when one has had their life saved by the other. The two spent most of their days talking about the intricacies of magic, it’s history, and it’s theory despite the fact that Lance could never learn magic himself as a mere human. For nearly three years this lifestyle suited Lance just fine, he always admired Emrys with all his skill and passion. However, at the back of his mind, he always felt undermined by and jealous of of his boyfriend’s magic abilities. Perhaps it made him feel too week and dependent, maybe he felt guilt for not being able to pay Emrys back in any way that felt meaningful enough. Emrys never seemed to notice or mind, but eventually Lance’s inability to live up to the wonder that Emrys encapsulated became too much for Lance to bear. Even though his love for his boyfriend was deeper than any he had ever known, he still needed to find his own purpose.

He had been hearing word of a ship called the Cursed Serpent and it’s crew’s quest. He thought if he could gain the power of a jewel he could finally feel worthy of his lineage, of Emrys, and most importantly himself. So he made a plan to leave without word. He knew that, if they talked, Emrys would have just tried to convince him to stay and he wouldn’t have the power to say no. So he packed a small bag, taking with him an enchanted twinned amulet Emrys had given him that glowed brighter the closer they were to the one they loved. He snuck out in the dead of night in search of the Cursed Serpent, watching the light fade from his amulet, hoping sincerely that he was making the right choice.

PERSONALITY -

At Lance’s core, above all else, he is a kind hearted individual. In some ways one could think of him as a mirror, except instead of reflecting everything back, his mirror filters out the bad and shines back the good in people. His instinct is and will always be to trust in an individual’s room for growth. He’s very sensitive and in tune with his emotions which often helps him empathize with the struggles of others.

Lance is quite extroverted, though it takes a bit of time to really feel comfortable around people, but once you get to know him he’s very charismatic and playful. He can be a bit of a trickster and doesn’t like to take things very seriously… even though there are things from his past that make him very Serious & Angsty^TM sometimes. He’s very insecure, having been made to feel inferior most of his life, but that doesn’t stop him from being recklessly courageous to a fault. In battle he will always throw himself headfirst into a fight, even if he knows he’s up against forces much stronger than him.

THE CURSED SERPENT -

Lance had heard about the crew’s quest and hoped joining the crew might help him find purpose and direction in life. Lance joined a few weeks ago in Westburgh and is still getting acclimated to the environment. He admires the crew, but is still awkward around them, once he comes out of his shell though he’s bound to be a real good time. Assimilating to their world also symbolizes a huge ‘fuck you’ to him and Athena’s dad and he’s living for that energy. He’s heard of the former captain and thought of him as almost a living legend, so he’s a bit disappointed he never got to meet him.

SECRET -

His biggest secret is probably his navy lineage and the reason his father sent him away. He not only was he viewed as worthless by his father, but was also deep in the closet. At a ball celebrating his father’s long tenure in the navy his father discovered that Lance had been sleeping with another member of their battalion. This was the last straw. Because of this he keeps his general family history pretty under wraps. Lance also probably keeps his life after being sent away and living with Emrys fairly secretive due to guilt and wanting to keep those good memories to himself.

KEY RELATIONSHIPS -

THE ANCHOR: This person would help keep Lance grounded and out of his head. They’d serve as a distraction, helping him keep his eyes on the future, not the past. Someone who’s just easy to be around, someone to spar with and joke with.

THE HELM: Someone to help him bear his emotional burdens. This person is someone Lance feels most comfortable with, trusting them above all others. In turn, they are someone who Lance would be there to support most through anything that may come to pass.

THE MAST: The person who keeps Lance on his toes. They don’t always agree, but they work well together despite their clashing personalities. No matter their differences, at the end of the day Lance always wants what’s best for them.

#tw: homophobia #backstory

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dethroncd-blog · 8 years ago

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hey yall its reese making yet another attempt at a comeback to his beloved volleyball child. can yall do me a solid and reblog this to get my url around for those who may not know of me? much appreciated. look forward to writing with all of u <3

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corruptiio-blog · 6 years ago

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rcmcdium replied to your post “.”

I MISS U *RAISES HAND*

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(id die for u)

#rcmcdium #✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* { THE GARBAGE HAS ARRIVED (OOC) }

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photocaught-blog · 7 years ago

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I LOVE ROSE SM SHES SO ADORABLE I JUST AAAAA!!!! i love the story you've made for her it's so cool!!! and ur theme u made for her is adorable and so cute!!!!

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

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(AAAAA tysm im so glad u love her and her theme. i actually changed the theme from the first one i had bc i didnt like it anymore + im rly self conscious with my lighter themes so that makes me feel rly nice !!

also her story is inspired from keyhcld so i rly have to thank blue for that even tho there are some things i changed about it for her sake, tho the roots are all theirs ❤. anyway aaron ily tysm im glad u love rose.)

#wankc #✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* { THE GARBAGE HAS ARRIVED (OOC) }

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devilfied-blog · 7 years ago

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i thought ur url said devilfed and my mind went mmm crunchy devils yum yum

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(devilvored.)

#daebaths #✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* { THE GARBAGE HAS ARRIVED (OOC) }#YELLS this is the worst thing ive ever said #hello this is a good first impression

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their-name-is-morgan · 5 years ago

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Ok b so like, I'm gonna try to make this sort of specific, I live for some angst and I live for Abba so like.... Imagine Abba being in one of those days where he just feels like garbage , but then his nice softie s/o visits him and cheers him up and gives him luv bc uwuwuwu. im so awkward at writing this, anyways, it's a scenario if thats ok with u b, and the s/o is a female.

AAAAH B I tried my best to make this turn out decent!! I feel like Leo is extremely OOC and there might be some mistakes here and there, but it’s late and I’m tired...so I’ll fix this in the morning! ;;

I hope you enjoy it anyway, ilysm❤

Il loro segreto

Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader❤

Everyone has bad days, and everyone faces them in a different way. There are people like Bruno: he would try his best to help other people overcome their struggles, and seeing their smiling face would make him feel better in an instant. There are people like Fugo: he would allow himself to have a day off, and he’d spend that day doing his favourite things, talking to his favourite people, or even staying alone. And then there are people like Abbacchio.

Leone was a man of few words, he would talk when necessary, and he wasn’t the nicest member of the gang. His face appeared to be in an eternal scowl, with his dark, thin eyebrows furrowed and his lips rarely lifting upwards. One would think that he was a strong, confident man whose only emotions were anger and disgust, but there’s always more to a person than what they let the others see.

Abbacchio was like any other person: some of his days were happy, other ones boring, and other ones bad, upsetting days. On the latter he would isolate himself and even refuse to get out of his bed, too mentally exhausted to interact with other people. He would push them away, and then he’d feel guilty about it. His lips would quiver and his eyes would water, but he’d hold it in.

And that day was one of those days.

(Name) exhaled, her eyes fixed on the last message he had sent: “See you at 9” with a black heart at the end. ‘Edgy’ she thought with a chuckle, but the small smile on her face disappeared as soon as it came. They had agreed on meeting quite early in the morning and, when she noticed that it was pouring outside but his last access remained the same as the previous night’s, she had guessed that the rain wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.

But after an hour of waiting for his arrival in front of the smallest, saddest bookstore in town, she came to a sudden realization: what if something was wrong?

Was he okay? Was the rest of the gang okay? Was her phone being dumb and not showing her his true last messages? She needed to know. She was about to stand up and open her umbrella when she noticed a notification from a different chat: Bruno had just texted her.

‘Would you mind coming over? I know this is sudden, but there’s somebody here who needs you.’ The text read, and her expression twisted into one of concern. It wasn’t the first time that she received a text like that, from either the Capo –whom she considered one of her closest friends- or another one of the guys, and it was not a pleasant thing to read.

She didn’t even bother to reply, instead she started walking towards the Passione residence, which was not that far away from that spot. The rain didn’t stop, making her almost trip at least twice along the way, but she was determined to see her lover’s face and hold him as close as possible.

It didn’t take that long before three knocks on the door snapped Bruno out of his trance; he stood up and made his way to the front door, abandoning the crossword puzzled he had been trying to complete for the past forty minutes on the wooden table.

He slowly opened the door to reveal his friend, umbrella in her right hand and phone in the other, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but a polite smile still present on her face. He motioned to come in and guided her to the couch, where they both sat down;

“So, what happened?” she asked, fidgeting with her hands. He let out a sigh,

“I...will keep it short. You know how Leone can get and now I know he needs extra support that I can’t give him. But please remember, cara; if this is too much for you, if he somehow hurts you with his words or actions...” he paused, cautiously choosing what to say next, “It’s not worth it. He is my friend, but you are too and I wouldn’t want you to think that I agree with everything he says or does.”

She carefully listened, her expression concentrated. She warmly smiled as he finished talking and took his larger hands in hers, grateful for having such a caring and honest friend.

“Bruno, I will follow your advice if anything happens. But I’m pretty sure it won’t,” she reassured him, and he nodded and returned the smile, “Now, he hasn’t left his room has he?”

“He’s been in there since yesterday night. He’d making all of us very worried, (Name).” He confessed, his tone of voice sincere. The girl could only nod and direct her gaze on the flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located.

Unmade bed, window shut, blankets and dirty clothes lazily piled up in a corner of the barely lit room. The smell not bad enough to be unbearable, but enough to make one’s nose wrinkle. The pitter patter of the rain soothed him, but unnerved him at the same time. Was it even possible to feel in such a way?

He sat there, intently staring at the blank, boring wall as if it was the most interesting thing. What else could he have done in his state after all? With his headphones too far away to reach and the overwhelming fatigue that didn’t seem willing to leave him anytime soon, he could only lose heart and sit there, with his back against the bed’s headboard.

His almost lifeless gaze fell upon his phone, which had been resting on his nightstand since the previous night. A feeling of guilt struck him at the thought that he hadn’t shown up for his and (Name)’s date, his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. No, he couldn’t cry. What was the point of crying anyway? His eyes alarmingly watered, salty tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks; he tried to focus on breathing, when a soft, almost inaudible knock made his grip on the thin blanket covering his legs tighten and his eyebrows furrow.

No. He thought, his heart beating faster. Fuck, leave.

Silence. But then, another knock, this time a little bit louder. Who was it, and what did they want? He had harshly declined Bruno’s help earlier that morning, and made it clear that he didn’t want any of the other guys around. Watching Bruno retrieve his hand at his commanding voice made him regret his actions, but then again. What was he expecting from himself?

With his gaze fixed on the door, he flinched when he heard the voice of the person behind it.

“Leo?”

I don’t deserve you. He thought once again, his eyes burning. He suddenly became aware of the state he was in, with his normally silky hair now messy and tangled, tied in a low ponytail, no sign of makeup on his ghost white face, and his embarrassing attire composed by an old, short sleeved shirt –obviously too large for him- and a pair of grey night shorts, his legs exposed and, much to his regret, hairy.

“Leone, I just want to know if you’re okay-“

“I am, now leave.” Please, he wanted to add, before I say something I’ll regret.

He could feel her sighing, trying to come up with something to tell him that could’ve comforted him. But what exactly could’ve possibly made him happier? He had tried to think of something, to do something, but it only ended up hurting him more, making him lay back down, exhausted and ashamed of himself. Just the thought of it made him stomach turn, the thought of his beloved waiting for him under the pouring rain whilst he was laying in bed, frustrated... melancholic.

“Please tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I know you’re lying, but it’s okay,” a pause. Then shuffling, and the doorknob moved a little, “Can I come in, Tesoro?” she asked. Little did she know that the man was trying his hardest not to break down there, in that exact moment. Or did she? She’d never seen him or talked to him while he was in such a state, usually he would be angry and frustrated, drinking his pain away in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or even in a bar.

Silence means consent, she thought –as much as that sentence could’ve been wrong-, and she dared to open the door, moderately illuminating the chaotic room. He froze, not really sure what to do, if to yell at them or to gather all his strength to stand up and lock the door completely. But he simply stayed still, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took.

“What are you doing here,” he asked, his words ended up sounding more like a statement, though. She slowly stepped inside, her gaze falling upon her handsome boyfriend’s body, partially covered by a thin, cream coloured blanket.

“I’m here to listen to you, what’s going on Leone?” she asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes softening. He wanted to be mad and make her leave, he really did, she wasn’t supposed to see him like this and he deserved to suffer alone. He deserved to listen to all the horrible thoughts that his mind was full of, obsess over them.

He gasped at the light touch of her hand, which was now softly holding his, his long, bony fingers subconsciously intertwining with hers. That simple touch sent a wave of butterflies through his veins, making him shake and choke back a sob.

(Name) promptly took notice of this and sat down beside him, her eyes kind and a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

“You can cry, it’s okay to. Please look at me,” and he did, with tears finally spilling down his face, his cheeks flushed and the muscles of his chin trembling, making his lips quiver. His right hand clutched at hers as if his life depended on it, while his left was clenched in a fist, the knuckles slowly going white. (Name) worriedly moved closer to him, letting her free hand wander behind his head to untie his hair and run her fingers through it.

Tell me everything.

“I am... I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t deserve you-“ a stifled sob, and then he sharply inhaled, “You were waiting for me, but I was here. Being a useless dick even if they wanted to help. I just...” he suddenly stopped, allowing smaller sobs to escape from his parted, soft lips. The girl moved her hand from his hair to his back, pulling him closer so that his head could rest on her shoulder.

Slightly embarrassed by this position as she was the one usually laying her head on his shoulder, he tried to pull away, but her soothing touch and whispers sent a shiver up his spine and made him hold onto her for dear life, weeping and babbling about how he didn’t deserve her, about how he would miss her though if she left, and she thought she heard him say I’m sorry once or twice –and he’d rarely apologize-.

(Name) held him tight, noticing how quiet he was even while shaking and sobbing almost uncontrollably, wetting her cute, slightly elegant shirt. Not that she cared anyway, he was much more important than a stupid shirt.

“Leo,” she whispered at some point, making him blink, more tears rolling down his reddened cheeks, “You deserve so much and you don’t even realize it. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things...” he raised his head, his hair gracefully cascading down his back; their eyes met and (Name) gave him a small smile, which he returned, “But not everything’s your fault.”

He averted his gaze, his breath slowly calming and his shoulders relaxing.

“Hm. Just promise... this whole thing will stay between us,”

She chuckled, and shifted in a more comfortable position so that they could be even closer.

“Of course; now will you eat breakfast with me?”

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forewarning; its about to get real sappy up in here

wow okay. the one year anniversary of this blog was a week or two ago but im making this now. 554 followers in a year. honestly i didnt think id get this far. i didnt even think id be making this right here right now. two hiatuses, one that i had to take for the better of my mental health, and im still here, writing this with you all today. i didnt think i was ever going to log into this blog ever again after my second hiatus. to be honest, im glad that i did. the vld fandom may be a war zone, but my love for vld is so strong and my love for keith is even stronger. how could i possibly stay away from a character i love so much?

through everything, i have made so many friends here, so many people i will call apart of my life for years to come. ive had so many interactions that ive adored and ive put so much time into keith. im appreciative of every single one of you that stayed through my depressive states, those who leave me kind words in the inbox (that i still read to this day --- i have 14 asks to be specific. some have made me cry on multiple accounts).

from the bottom of my heart, i thank each and every one of you for being here, for liking my keith portrayal, for everything. thank you SO much. below is a list of various people but, even if you arent on the list, just know that i appreciate you with everything i have just for following me.

FAMILY;

corazcnazul / amaihearted- my main lance, one of my closest friends; jen you are one of the people i am so glad to have met. talking to you is like a regular basis to me at this point. you make me smile and laugh and everything in between. i love you SO much. you are such an important person in my life and i am so glad you came back to lance. i love him so much. keith loves him. i love our klance and how it has grown. you are one of the best people i have ever met. thank you for coming into my life. thank you for always being amazing

noircielpaladin- mariana-- or as i call you, dad. you are so incredible. you are vibrant, beautiful, talented, strong and everything in between. i am so proud to call you my friend because you have accomplished so much in just the time that i have known you and i am so proud. im so happy that youre deciding to come back to shiro because you are the best main shiro i could ever ask for. thank you so much for your wise words, your portrayal, your beautiful singing voice, and your company. i appreciate it more than you know

cosmicstardreamer- em-- though i would much rather call you mom. neff is such a beautiful soul. im so glad that i came across her and starting rping with her. she is an INCREDIBLE oc. sometimes i forget shes your creation and not a canon character because of how shes wormed her way into keiths life so easily. you have done an amazing job with her and im so lucky to be interacting with her. im so glad that i met you as well. youre beautiful, funny, amazing, and i love talking to you pretty much every day in the chats. youre a lovely person and an even better friend. thank you for being apart of my life

liontethered / keyhcld- blue. my lovely friend. i sometimes think its funny how you used to think we wouldnt get along, but here we are today, still talking and watching anime together. i love watching things with you and talking with you on rabbit and just bonding over that kind of thing. you are funny, creative, and are much stronger than you think. i will stand by you through everything. you are my friend, and i only wish for you to grow. thank you for always being there

bloodsung / eclipsyd / felyned- mari. i love you so much. im so lucky to be dating you. even before we were dating, you were always an amazing friend to me. youre caring, youre funny, youre so loving to me, and im so glad that i met you. i sometimes wonder where i would be without you in my life. im so glad you got to meet my friends that im closest to because i love sharing my life with you. im so proud of you in everything you do, big or small. heres to many more years with you

BONDS;

iliyovunjika, vrepit-sa, ograndsovereign, panickypaladin, cubanpilot / noirpilot / cloakedvalor, bluest-paladin, queenmiko, rainveined, lanzazul, headspacedad, ofiignition, shuxifeng, kittcnrose, wxterbonded, astrallance, valorazul, virdihelion, patientfocus, foresttech, boyets, azureroar, gorgeocsman, depthsbled, thewitchofice everglows / cerutides, goldenintuition, chxmpioniisms, intercosmiic, neurotiickind, desperationbled, empyrebled

#✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* { the garbage has arrived (ooc) }#lmao okay anyways i cried writing this #i love this blog so much i dont know how i went without it for so long

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