#RAHHH ANGST

[iamjellyfish]

HOSHINA SOSHIRO | Chase after fate (idk what to name this fic) ❥A/n: I genuinely want to write angst, extra angst, and multiple angst tropes in one fic, so this one is to drabble up something angst so I got fed. ❥Summary: You, a ghost of his past, haunt him even if he is in an arranged marriage and thought he had moved on years ago. Who knows your fading and fluttering image held his heart hostage? Yet when he managed to hold you close, he found out you already forgot everything. ❥Trope: arrange marriage (Soshiro and someone else), you fall in love too soon - he realizes how much he loves you too late, you get in an accident and lose your memory. ❥Warning: THE ANGST DEMON HOLD MY HAND AND WRITE THIS, angst (a lot of angst), unclear ending, Soshiro underestimate his heart.

Sometimes when he looks at you, something about you resembles a butterfly, so beautiful yet can't see its own beauty... Sometimes he found himself recalling old memories... just something small like how you always prefer to sit near windows at the cafeteria or in a car, how even after months of training you still sometimes have small mistakes that usually only rookie had. Small and insignificant memories. At least he thinks so. He is now a married man with the responsibility he must bear. Even if it's a loveless marriage, he still needs to do his part because his wife has done her part which is to take care of the house while he is working. You probably can't handle being a housewife, you can't cook and get distracted by unimportant things.

You and him used to dating, yet deep down he knows that the moment he chose his work over you, he already lost you. It was 0:23 on a Friday, you and he were on a mission and you got injured. Yet, he has to chase down the honju while you wait for help, despite you being afraid and begging him to be there... He was gone. You knew he had an arranged marriage yet you were so in love with him, you two tried to stop it from happening but in the end, only you still trying to make things work. You know and understand for Soshiro but a girl could only take too much before she broke. Glasses were broken and your bandage hand was bleeding. At the time, Soshiro, wasn't serious about the relationship, in his heart, this is probably a doomed relationship from the start. You were the moth that flew into the flames but refused to be stopped by him. "Soshiro, do you think you love me?" You said, blood still dripping, Soshiro's hands reach out to help you yet you push him away. Of course, Soshiro loves you, but in his heart, he chose work over you, which means he had the accept the arranged marriage between clans. He was waiting for this ship to sink eventually yet he yearned to keep it afloat as long as he could. Even if it's just another moment. "Of course darling, I love you! Now please, let's fix your bleeding hand and clean the glasses okay?" You let him fix your bandages and just look down into the broken glasses, you wonder, if this is your fault. It's you that was the moth that flew into this dumpster fire, you know that he would choose work over you yet you chase after him. The days were you laughing at your friends for "I can fix him" come crashing down on you. Soshiro recall the days when you would get hurt in a mission and he would visit you in the hospital with your favorite foods and would lecture you about keeping yourself safe. "Y/n, I don't want you to get hurt, even if it's to protect me." He said, that day you jump into the kaiju's attack to shield him from it. He never told you but that day, your eyes looked really beautiful, they looked like they held stars in them. He found himself brushing your strands of hair out of the way for him to see your eyes more clearly. "It's fine, it's you that I would get hurt for! Every injury from protecting you is worth it!" You say that with a warm smile, it gave him butterflies yet he would push it down into the abyss of his heart because he was sure that this wouldn't work out, yet he can't tell you that. Eventually, his mind wanders to the memories of you breaking up with him on the day you quit being a soldier. He thinks your reason for quitting is something about your injury that requires you a long time to heal which affects your ability to fight. He didn't want to relive that memory again but he recalled that your hands were oddly cold that day, and your bandages were a bit off. He would fix it but you already leave. He was pulled back to the present when his wife, who is so different from you poked him. Soshiro treated her how he wasn't able to treat you, Soshiro made sure she wouldn't have to shoulder the doubts and the loneliness alone. Even if they're just friend now, he knows that she tried her best to keep things working out. "Soshiro, are you alright? Still thinking about that girl?"

She said, her fingers trailing down the lines in the book. She knows who you are, in fact, she met you, yet you were kind and understanding to her. She respected you, because even if fate is cruel to you, you still want to help her, Soshiro from this tragic event called "loveless marriage". She supports Soshiro in chasing you, yet she knows that Soshiro has insecurities that make him push away his feelings for you, and make him not understand his own feelings. And now you were a fluttering image haunting him, a beautiful illusion in his mind, and an unmovable calming ghost. In his dreams, you were always waiting for him, dancing so graciously while everything around you was dead calm. Your eyes held their sadness and blamed him, he doesn't mind, you should be blaming him. He always imagines you wearing a wedding dress that catches his eye one day, if he can, he would want to hold you your dream wedding. "...I'm sorry. I shouldn't." He said, looking at her, he felt guilty that he had to make her feel this way. Then he stood up after realizing what time is it. He recalls how you always told him about how you save money by buying stuff at certain hours for deals, he didn't understand much but seeing you talking about it made him happy. "Let me make up for you by buying the groceries alright?" She looks a bit disappointed and then smiles at him. She wanted him to go to you, to finally wife you up but the man seems to not understand all the hints she throwing these years. "I hope you will finally buy the courage to chase after the girl. The last time I saw her, she was still waiting for you." Soshiro just waved at that, pretending to not care yet deep down, those words surfaced feelings in him that he was not ready to face. Then he found himself wandering a little in the mall, wandering to shops that he thought you would like, Soshiro's eyes kept looking at clothes, and accessories that would fit you so well. And there you are, his bittersweet memories, you were here. But you don't acknowledge his presence, your beautiful eyes are looking around, those empty eyes. You look so lost, so out of place, just like in his dreams. "Y/n..." Soshiro's body betrayed him, and despite not wanting to talk to you, he still moved toward you. His heart beat fast and his hands yearn to hold you close. Yet you looked at him confused, you moved back a little, frowning at his calling. "I'm sorry... Do I know you?" You said, those words of yours froze him. Soshiro mind was racing, he thought you probably hated him and wanted to do nothing with him. The thought of you forgetting about him makes his heart clench. This is the moment he wishes it all was just a nightmare. "Don't you remember? I'm your vice-captain Hoshina!" He tried his best to do his signature grin, your eyes look into him and you clench a part of your jacket while frowning. Then you finally spoke. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just got into an accident and lost my memory, you were probably my friend. So... How are you doing?" You smile warmly at him but before he can reply, you are already dragged away by your friends because you wander off without telling them. He just stood there for a moment. While buying groceries and paying for them, his mind keeps replaying the conversation with you, he is deep in his thoughts thinking about a future with you, about how there might be a chance he can patch things up with you. "I hope you will finally buy the courage to chase after the girl. The last time I saw her, she was still waiting for you."

He recalls his wife saying that. When he goes home, Soshiro realizes today was a snowy day, on the way home, the memories of you playing in the snow happily without the care in the world replay in his mind. He found himself would die if he couldn't spend the rest of his life by your side.

Your fading images of playing with the snow had made him feel warm. He swore to himself that he would be chasing after that image even if this time, he was the moth flying into the flames. "Soshiro, I build a snowman that looks like you!"

[p3ppin0oncr4ck]

Some angst vid

(DIS SONA IS NOT CANON IN THE GAME NOR ITS DEATH,YEA THEY DONT DIE I JUST HAD A IDEA OF THEM DIEING LOL BUT ITS NOT CANON)

(Nuke gose brr)

[burnttoast14]

Bruce Wayne wouldn’t mind being in love with a man

If it didn’t mean being in love with Clark Kent.

Clark Kent wouldn’t mind being in love with Bruce Wayne

If it didn’t mean being in love with a man.

[kentopedia]

RYLIE OMG you’re nanamis classmate and you guys are just like friends or whatever and then he leaves right??? but you stay because jujutsu is all you have. but you guys stay “friends” but hardly ever see each other. then he becomes a sorcerer again yippee!! and you guys are seeing each other a lot more.

he has feelings for you but things you have a thing for gojo so he doesn’t go for it. tension ensues.

anyways!!! i hope your thursday was great rylie!! xxxx

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ AND I AM DONE, DEAR — nanami kento

contents. angst (we’re going back to my roots!), maybe unrequited love, fem!reader, 800ish words

notes. this is so painful bc he wouldn't go for it either :( and then satoru pursues you because you've gotten close over the past couple of years, and kento's been gone </3 there are years worth of memories and jokes between the two of you, and kento spent those years miserable & alone. sometimes, he wonders what would've happened if he'd just had the strength to remain a sorcerer, instead of running from everything he hated

"kento," you snap him out of his stream of endless memories, the ones that always seem to gnaw at him when he was around you.

he glances up, and a culmination of flashbacks spin before his eyes.

he sees you at fourteen, a first year student who was still so scared of her technique.

he sees you at sixteen, smiling from ear to ear at another one of gojo and geto's ridiculous antics.

he sees you at seventeen, sobbing over the corpse that had once belonged to the kindest student in your year.

he sees you at eighteen, your empty, hollow expression when he told you he was leaving, and he wasn't coming back.

"yes?" kento asks, forcing the memories away, because you're there in front of him, more beautiful than he remembers... and though you aren't a stranger in his life anymore, his mind still doesn't do justice to the depth of your angelic features.

"is everything okay?" you ask, blinking up at him with concern. your voice turns into something gentle when you're around him, almost like he's something fragile. the kindness in your heart is endless, extending, even, to the man that once broke it.

kento clears his throat, wondering how much emotion he'd let filter onto his expression. he'd gotten worse at hiding it ever since you'd stumbled back into his life, the woman he hadn't realized he'd loved until it was too late.

"yes," he repeats, flat, calm. though he can't muster a smile, he raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "why do you ask?"

for a moment, you chew your lip, thoughtful. kento wants to kiss you. he wonders what you'd say if you knew.

"you've just been..." you shake your head, rubbing your arm awkwardly. "ever since..." the sentences are broken, uncomfortable, and though you'd once been best friends, there is a sense of professionalism between you now. a wall that he doesn't think he can break down anymore.

kento parts his lips, considers interrupting, but someone beats him to it. gojo satoru, the constant pain in kento's ass, saunters into the room with a sparkly white grin, gleefulness bounding off of him in a way that's obnoxious.

"there you are! megumi told me i might find you here," satoru says, and he's to you in just three long strides, attaching to you like a magnet. "ready, baby?"

gojo kisses the top of your head, throws an arm over your shoulder and smiles at kento, like he knows what's running through his mind.

you're still studying kento, and he pretends not to notice you scrutinizing him, the way your lips are flushed from chewing on them. "yeah," you say to satoru, squeezing his hand, the sparkly bracelet with gojo's initials dangling from two charms shimmering.

a subtle reminder that kento may have loved you longer, but you'll never really be his.

you start to walk out the door, and kento watches with what he hopes appears as impassivity, his lips drawn into a thin line. though, just as satoru is beginning to pull you across the threshold, you meet kento's dark brown eyes, the ones that turn so tender the moment they land on you.

"kento?" you ask once more

his name sounds so sweet on your lips, but he wishes he didn't want to know what it sounded like on the edge of a moan.

"ijichi is waiting." kento doesn't let you ask whatever you were thinking of asking, because being pinned by your beautiful, caring eyes is almost too much for him to bear.

you blink, surprised by his harshness as you curl into satoru, almost imperceptibly. "right. have a good evening, then. see you tomorrow."

kento nods, pushing his glasses back onto his face. his heart cracks a bit at the emotion tinged in your words, and though his severity has never hurt you before, he's beginning to wonder if it's hurting you now.

"bye, nanamin!" satoru waves cheerfully, and the two of you are gone, leaving nanami in the room alone, the silence almost deafeaning.

he's used to it by now: the solitude of his life. he's used to being strong when he's needed, and even when he's not. everyone sees him that way: the man who's steadfast, unwavering, a little too serious for his own good.

if only they knew he was a weak man when it came to you.

[unformula1]

make it right (LS2 x OP81)

oscar and logan late night chat about problems. w/c: 552 day 39 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!!!!!!! a/n: short one yall!!

Oscar hears a knock on his door. Weird. He gets off his bed and walks toward the door, taking a look through the peephole.

Logan?

What would Logan be doing here… at this hour?

Oscar opens his door and standing in front of him is Logan, but something is off.

His body is tense and his face is darkened, like something miserable just happened. 

“Hi.” Logan manages, although he chokes on his own words.

“Hi Logan.” Oscar says, having to tilt his head slightly up.

“Can I crash?” Logan says, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and his feet shuffling.

Oscar raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”

“I wanna stay in your room…” Logan mutters, “Just for tonight.”

“I mean, yea.” Oscar smiles, “Sure.”

Logan’s body relaxes a little. 

“Something up?” Oscar says while closing the door as Logan sits on his bed.

Logan takes a moment to breathe before flopping onto the bed.

“Yea.” Logan says.

“Wanna talk?”

“How long you got?”

“The whole night.”

Oscar can see Logan’s lips curl up, he’s smiling. He’s smiling just a little.

“Alright.” Logan says, swinging his legs onto the bed.

Oscar positions himself next to Logan, before lying down as well.

“Do you think we aren’t as close anymore?” Logan whispers, but loud enough for Oscar to hear.

Oscar hesitates for a second.

“Yea.” 

Logan sighs.

“Sorry.” Oscar says.

“Don’t be.” Logan replies, “It’s natural. The cutthroat nature of this sport.”

“Still isn’t good enough of a reason to drift from you.” Oscar says, “I mean, you’ve been such a great person. I feel bad that you’re alone.”

Logan nods, “Do you think the grid doesn’t like me?”

Oscar finds himself thinking hard for a reply.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then what?”

“They aren’t close to you.”

Logan nods subtly again.

“No one wants to be close to me.” Logan chuckles. It’s not a happy chuckle.

“I want to.” Oscar clears his throat.

Logan smiles slightly.

“I’m just the friendly American at the back of the line.” Logan says, his voice almost cracking.

“They’ll only talk to me if they have to.” Logan continues.

Oscar lowers his head, looking at Logan in the eyes.

He’s right.

“They don’t matter.” Oscar says.

Logan hums softly.

“I’ll be your friend… well- I already am.” Oscar says, “I’ll be… a better friend.”

Logan looks away.

“I mean it. They don’t need to matter, only I do.” Oscar says, his voice laced with concern.

“Sure?” Logan says, his voice is soft and weak.

“Yes.” Oscar confidently says back, “Yes I’m sure. You’re not the back of the line for me.”

Logan turns back.

“Thanks Oscar.”

Oscar clears his throat before shifting closer to Logan.

Logan’s right in so many ways and Oscar hates it. He’s right about just being “an American” to everyone else and a last resort for conversations. He knows it. Logan knows it. Everyone knows it.

It’s been forever since Oscar’s seen Logan initiate conversation with someone because Logan knows no one wants to talk to him anyway. They aren’t making it subtle either, they’re making it look like they’re a 5 year old child being asked to tidy his room.

Oscar hates it. His heart shatters a little more every time Logan forces a smile out. 

He’ll make this right.

He has to.

[shibaleeart]

「So if you need to be mean 《 》 Be mean to me」

[fanged-cotl]

UNBEARABLE

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I have the fattest fuckin urge to write a series about tsireyaoldersister!reader x neteyam and them falling in love and she helps him survive the shot and after that night they become mated🥹

All of this bc of this song, like it js sums up how you guys feel about each other☹️🩷

[jak2gooberglub]

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND

LOOK AT HOW BIG THE TORTURE DEVICE IS IN JAK 2

wHY IS IT SO BIG?!?! ITS PROBABLY THIS BIG SO THAT THE DARK ECO DOESNT DESTROY IT OR COMPLETLY OBLITERATE WHOEVER IS BEING ELECTROCUTED/INJECTED

WE NEVER SAW ON SCREEN HOW BIG IT WAS

JUST THE NEEDLES THAT INJECTED JAK WHICH WERE SMALL

SO HOW PAINFUL/POWERFUL MUST THIS MACHINE MUST BE FOR IT TO NEED TO BE THIS MASSIVE TO INJECT THROUGH NEEDLES?!?!?! HUHHH???

It's dark eco that's why

The most dangerous eco.

BUT LOOK AT HOW BIG THIS MACHINE IS

IT SCARES ME HOW BIG THIS THING IS

EVEN WITH HOW FAR AWAY I STOOD (in game) TO GET THIS VIDEO I COULDNT FIT THE WHOLE MACHINE ON THE SCREEN

[heavenwithgyu]

you should probably leave

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader (i think? i am gn myself so i just see it as gn, tell me if it isnt please)

a/n: written based off the song you should probably leave by chris stapleton (such a good song) also this was written in my notes app and was a story for just me that i edited for tumblr (on mobile) so if you see a few I’s, I’m sorry, reader is implied short at one point but other than that its fine BTW PART 2 HERE

proofread: kinda? there might be a few mistakes

genre: fluff and angst

warnings: none i think? pls tell me if i need to put a warning

You sat at Gyu’s dinner table, takeout and cheap wine sat in front of you both. His recent fling had broken things off because their ex texted them asking to get back together and they were weak.

They were stupid.

They had Gyu wrapped around their little finger for a good couple weeks, how they hell they managed to not want to be with him was insane to you.

So, to cheer him up, you told him you two should have a little friend date together, have dinner and talk about how stupid relationships were. How could he say no to seeing you?

“You haven’t been in one in a while.” Gyu suddenly said and your eyes looked up to meet his, taking a sip. He was right, you hadn’t been in one for at least a year now because you had fallen for the boy that sat across from you.

Such a cliche, you’re aware of it, but the feelings he gave you were otherworldly, he was otherworldly. He also gave his heart out to any girl that simply bats her stupid fucking eyelashes at him and calls him pretty.

You hummed, fake realization settling into your features, you had been rejecting boys for the one day Gyu realized he had feelings for you. That day would never come but you still hoped, “Haven’t found the right one yet, I guess.” You muses in response, taking another sip, you could feel it staining you lips.

His had been stained already and you had to fight the urge to stare at them. They were so pretty when pink, you could barely keep my cool, the glass you had before the one in your hand was creeping in.

“It’s already past 9?” He asked, you checked your phone, your wallpaper of him and you in a goofy pose greeted you. 9:27 PM. “You should probably get home soon, I’m sure Hao is worried.” He told me, his eyes meeting yours once again, it wasn’t even that late but you didn’t say anything about that, just shrugged again.

“I told him I was coming over, he expects me home late.” You replied, your finger tracing the rim of your glass out of anxiety, did he want you out because he had a girl coming over? A rebound to get over his fling? “I’ll leave when I finish my wine.” You set a goal, looking up at him and he nodded, finishing his first glass.

He tilted his head back to do so, exposing his neck to you and your face flushed, your eyes going to my plate. He was so attractive, how did she not want him? He was also sweet, funny, loving— perfect. He was simply perfect.

Another sip was taken by you to distract yourself while he poured himself another glass. The two of you started up another conversation, this one was on autopilot because you were mainly focused on why he wanted you out so early, he was normally teasingly begging you to stay the night knowing you wouldn’t.

You would always go home around 11 because you couldn’t sleep in any bed other than your own, it was a safety thing. Your finger kept tracing the rim, your cheek leaned against your other hand while your eyes glued were to your finger so they didn’t wander over to gawk at him.

His hair was messy from his hands running through it multiple times tonight, he had rolled his sleeves up sometime during dinner, a couple buttons at the top unbuttoned to help him cool off because he was feeling hot. He was hot.

A call of your name and you were blinking a couple times, getting yourself out of your head and your eyes looked at him through your eyelashes because of your position. A hum of a questioning tone, showing you hadn’t heard what he said before him saying your nickname.

“I asked if you were alright, you seem spacey tonight.” He said, his eyes holding care in them. Somehow you had forgotten how attentive he was. A quick mutter that you were fine, just that I hadn’t drank wine in a minute and he was humming as well.

“You haven’t drank any since you said you would leave.” He pointed out and you gulped softly, picking up the glass and taking a swig of it.

“I’m getting to it, I’m sorry.” You muttered, your eyes back to your hand that was now laying on the table, “I’ll leave soon enough, I’m sorry.” You repeated, not wanting to leave, thriving off his company like you always did.

He sighed softly after your apologize, a glance up to see him leaning back in his chair, him nibbling on his lip, “No.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be trying to push you away so much, you’re just being helpful.” He told me, you just hummed, knowing he was saying that to be nice, so you gulped the rest of your wine down.

He most definitely had a girl coming over with how much he was pushing you to leave. “It’s fine, I’ll get out of your hair.” You said, standing up and grabbing your coat off the chair that was next to yours, your words more pointed them normal due to the glasses of wine. “I should’ve left when you told me to, I’m overstaying my welcome.” You said, grabbing your purse off the table.

You turned around, walking towards his front door and heard him curse under his breath. His footsteps quickly caught up to you, his hand snagging your arm to pull you to a stop, “You’re always welcome here, you know that. I’m just sad over what happened, it has nothing to do with you.” He softly explained, you pulled your arm out of his grip, his touch nearly burning you.

You choked on the words you was going to say, them filling your throat but not spilling out of your mouth. You looked up at him, knowing you should leave before you ruined your friendship, your years of friendship you reminded yourself, the tone he had used and what he said felt too domestic to you. This moment felt too domestic, it was almost too much.

Your eyes fleeted to his lips, a soft smile tugging on your own, “Pink.” You muttered, your index finger grazing where the wine had stained, his hand tightly grabbed your wrist, holding it a few inches away from him while his eyes were wide.

You two stared at each other like that for a few seconds, you didn’t apologize for what you did and he didn’t say anything about it either. Your eyes continued to stare at his lips, “Kiss me and I’ll leave.” A bold streak ran through you and quickly dissipated, seemingly going in through your head and out through your feet like lightning.

“Just one.” He quickly said out loud, seemingly telling himself and not you, his lips pressing against yours. You stood there shocked for a second, surprised he had actually kissed you and that it had took such little convincing.

You kissed back, your wrist moving from his grip to the back of his neck. You had been waiting for this moment for so long that it seemed so surreal that it was happening.

Your body buzzed at the feeling, all your nerves were lit on fire, his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer, his hand holding your waist carefully, as if you would break in his grip.

The one turned into two, three, four— too many to count. You stayed rooted at that spot the entire time, his tongue tasted of wine and faintly chinese food.

“Fuck, you should probably leave.” He muttered against you and you whined softly, pulling back, both your arms sat over his shoulders, keeping him close.

“You don’t want me to do leave, do you, Gyu?” You asked, pouting up at him knowing he was weak to it and he cursed again, his gaze going to the ceiling as if he was communicating with God Himself.

Tell me to stay.

He looked back down at you, licking his lips, “Of course not. I just.. we’ve both been drinking and that’s the right thing to do.” He told me, his hands contradicting himself because he was pulling you closer by your waist.

You smiled up at him, giggling softly, “Tell me to leave and I will.” You offered, him nibbling on his lip, “We can just cuddle and go to sleep.” You furthered when he didn’t respond and he just huffed, smiling at you.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips and you were smiling into it, your hand shifting to be on the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

His feet began walking backwards, dragging you with him without breaking the kiss, easily getting you to his bedroom. He held you in his open doorway, his tongue tangling with yours for a minute or two.

When you broke apart, he smiling at you goofily, “So I’m little spoon, right?” He asked, a laugh echoed out of your chest while you hit his arm softly.

“Gyu, I don’t think I could spoon you if I wanted to, you big baby.” You teased, him chuckling while he kissed your forehead. He mumbled it was worth a shot, stepping out of your grip and you looked down at your clothing, knowing you couldn’t sleep in something like it, “You have a shirt I could borrow to sleep in?” You asked him quietly.

He was instantly at his closet, rummaging through it to find a good shirt for you, he got weak over the thought of you in his clothing, not that he would say it. Once he did, he held it out to you making you walk over to grab it, once you had a grip on it, he was pulling it back so you would be closer to him.

His lips grazed yours, his eyes pouring into your own, “Payment is a kiss.” He teased, puckering his lips slightly and you just rolled your eyes, tugging it out of his grip. You jokingly called him greedy, heading off towards the bathroom that was connected to the room to change. He knew he was being greedy but he couldn’t get enough of your kisses, he was reeling from finally getting the courage to kiss you.

When you got out, he was laying in bed, fixing his pillows to allow two people in his bed and your eyebrows furrowed softly, did he not sleep with her? He held his arms out to me the moment he saw you, his hair in his eyes.

You smiled while you walked over to him, his hands grabbing your waist the second you were close enough to tug you onto him, his lips peppering kisses on your head.

When you finally settled into the bed, you were on your own separate pillows, holding hands since it was the ‘right thing to do’ he repeated. While you knew it was killing him to not hold you close, he said it was fine, that he wanted to not have anything weigh on his conscious by taking it too far or doing something wrong.

You fell asleep not soon after, a lot faster than you did in your own bed. He stayed up to see how ethereal you looked while asleep, he didn’t think he could get enough of it, not that he would tell you.

He woke up before you, his eyes gravitating to the clock on the bedside table near you since he didn’t want to move in case he woke you. 6:03 AM. He looked at you, smiling softly as you still looked as good as you did the night before.

The sun was against your skin, making you seem like you were glowing, to him you looked like an angel. He never fell back asleep, only watching you so he could imprint this memory into his brain.

When your eyes opened, a ray on sun was shining directly in them and you squinted, moving your head slightly to back out of it. You recounted last night in your head, your mind not fully believing it happened.

“Morning.” You heard Gyu mutter with a smile, you looked up at him, your heart in your throat with how good he looked. You muttered it back, your voice croaking while you ran a hand through your hair to fix your bedhead. He silently wished you hadn’t for it made you look even perfect in that moment, he found everything about you perfect.

Your eyes closed once again, basking in his presence and how warm his bed was and how you were melting into it— Your thoughts were cut off as you felt his fingers graze you face, pushing stray hairs out of you face that had fallen and you smiled at him even if you couldn’t see him.

Realization began to settle into your skin though, his little thing had just ended everything the day before he kissed you. Had it really been because of his feelings? He had never outright said he had feelings for you.

Your mind began to get the best of you, a sigh coming from you as you sat up, feeling him sit up as well. “I should probably leave.” You muttered, glancing around for the clothes you had on last night get dressed again.

He didn’t reply at first which prompted you to look at him, his eyes were wide while his adam’s apple bobbed, seemingly searching for words that weren’t there.

After a few seconds, he seemed to slouch, a quiet ‘Yeah’ escaped him while his eyes went to the blanket instead. He wanted nothing more than to have you stay with him— forever. He had gotten that little fling to get over you. He didn’t know your feelings towards him though, he was completely oblivious, which didn’t let him say anything about it.

He watched you collect your things, rooted to the bed. He wanted to help you, do something more than just sit there quietly, but he didn’t, his hands gripped the sheets below the blanket so you couldn’t see.

He figured you would block him the second you got home, knowing your friendship wouldn’t recover from this. He didn’t want a friendship anymore but he didn’t dare let those words slip out of him though.

So he let you slip out, hearing his front door shut and then he was sighing, laying back against his pillow once again. His head turned to where you had just been sleeping 10 minutes ago and he felt tears welt in his eyes.

“I love you.” He choked out quietly, knowing you should’ve probably left last night when he told you to. This wouldn’t have happened then, but he wanted you to stay.

[hayaku14]

anyway kaishin + bad parent toichi and chikage enjoyers go read cuethesun's tomorrow, and the next day ✌️😎✌️

[milliesfishes]

*tentatively peeking out of my shell* hey guys...hehe...how are we doing?

[jennrypan]

miguel interaction with reader and he's entering gaslight gatekeep girlboss

It's the only way to achieve the life you want 😌

Eventually you'll convince her you've just always been like That and she won't question you anymore

And if she does...well her real husband's dead so she's stuck with you lol

[butter-your-flies]

blah blah blah something about revali planning to confess his true feelings to link and then dying before he has the chance so he has to spend the 100 years link is sleeping regretting not only failing his kingdom but also never confessing to link and never truly knowing how link felt about him, and then has to face the fact that when link does finally arrive he hardly remembers revali and a confession of love would mean almost nothing to him anymore blah blah blah

[unformula1]

day twelve! of LOSCAR posts until we get a loscar podium.

another lyrics/song based one for yall :) <333

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Character 1: “45,700…”

Character 2: “…What?”

Character 1: “Earlier you asked how many timelines I had been to. The answer is 45,700.”

Character 2: “Wh-why? Why that many? You just wanted to find this Ore right? You said it didn’t exist anywhere else. Only here.”

Character 1: “It wasn’t…just the Ore. This Ore is used to create a special medication, that treats a very specific and very deadly disease.”

Character 2 pieced some things together.

Character 2: “Oh dear…so…you need it for someone in your original timeline?”

Character 1 looked away, unable to make eye contact with Character 2.

Character 2: “…You said this timeline was almost exactly like yours. With only two differences. Two differences that you couldn’t find anywhere else….”

Character 1 still couldn’t look at them, their hands starting to shake.

Character 2: “What…whats the second difference, Character 1?”

Character 1 took a deep breath.

“You.”

Character 2 was shocked, trying to figure out what they meant.

Character 1: “You…are the second difference. In my original timeline…you…you didn’t make it.”

Their voice broke.

Character 1: “And I tried to fix it. Tried to find a way to…to somehow bring you back.”

Character 2: “And you tried 45,700 times…”

Character 1: “And I failed that many as well. Every time. Every time I got close, I failed. I thought I could do without the Ores, maybe prevent you from getting sick all together. But it didn’t work. 45,700 trips. 45,700 failed attempts….45,700 funerals…..And I have the Ore now. I have a way to fix. But…if it doesn’t work…”

Character 2: “It will work, Character 1. I promise.”

Character 2 grabbed Character 1’s hand, and held it tightly.

Character 2: “I know you can’t stay here with me. It’s not your correct timeline. So…I only hope that…if I can find my happiness, so can you. I love you Character 1, and you have proof that in 45,700 other timelines, we are still in love.”

Character 1: “…I love you too.”