#and everytime i answered shed just look at me with no expression

[moonymoonbeam]

I had such a meh interview today but cue a chorus line i hope i get it because please god i need this job

[chvoswxtch]

court, i hope you’re doing well!! this has been such a great tour! i would like to scan my ticket for midnights <3

i was thinking of halsey’s ya’aburnee with billy 🤭

But what’s worse?

Telling you my feelings

Or to die without revealing

That you crawled inside my head

And set a fire there instead?

thank you so much sweet nonnie!

you must live inside my head rent free bc halsey is one of my absolute favorite artists and iichliwp is my favorite album of hers and I LOVE this song

bc I am biased this is way over 500 words but I don't think you'll mind ;)

thank you so much for joining the tour!!!

blurb below the cut

ya'aburnee (billy's version)

but what’s worse? / telling you my feelings or to die without revealing / that you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead?

Having to watch Billy flirt with every woman he came in contact with was difficult. Any woman that even simply walked past him was immediately entranced by his spell. You couldn’t blame them. Billy was unfairly attractive, radiated confidence that was just far enough away from arrogance, and a sharp mind filled with an endless supply of candied words that were as smooth as his alluring cadence.

Everytime he paused your conversation, or turned his attention away from you to focus on a pretty girl that had walked by, bothered you. Whenever he left your side at a function, or during a friendly outing that was supposed to be reserved for only the two of you, it left your heart gashed with a stinging sense of betrayal at his selfishness.

Because you were in love with him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but one day you started to see him in a new light. You found yourself changing outfits at least three times before going to meet up with him, and getting nervous when he flashed you his signature charming grin. The scent of his cologne started to make you feel lightheaded, and when the two of you went out for drinks or dinner, you imagined you were on a date with him.

Of course, that all got interrupted when an attractive woman came around and then your fantasy was quickly combusted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Billy the truth, because he was your best friend. And you saw how he was when he wanted someone. He went after them without hesitation.

But in the two years that you had known him, Billy had only playfully flirted with you, and you soon found out that was just his personality. He was like that with everyone. It didn’t mean anything to him like it did to you.

Eventually it got too difficult to even be around him, so you started distancing yourself. You didn’t reply eagerly to his texts anymore. You barely answered his calls. Whenever he invited you out, you quickly came up with an excuse not to go. It was devastating not to spend time with him, and a part of you felt guilty and selfish for lying to him, but you were determined that it was what was best for you. And Billy let you get away with it.

For all of five days.

While you were snuggled up on your couch with a blanket watching a movie and wondering why your life couldn’t be like an 80’s romcom, the sound of your front door slamming shut made you jump, and you snapped your head around to see Billy standing right in front of it staring at you.

And he looked pissed.

“Alright, what’s goin’ on?”

You were so surprised by his sudden intrusion, that his question sent you down a rabbit hole of confusion. Pausing your movie, you sat up on your knees and turned around to stare at him over the back of your couch with slightly furrowed brows.

“What do you mean?”

Billy tossed his keys onto the side table next to your front door and instantly shed his dark gray suit jacket, stalking over towards you while loosening the maroon tie from around his neck.

“You told me you had plans tonight.”

The accusatory tone in his voice softened your features into an expression of remorse, and you glanced down at the couch cushions and you tried to fumble out a believable explanation.

“I-”

“But that was a lie, clearly. Which leads me to think that every other time you’ve blown me off the past five days has also been a lie. You barely reply to my texts, you hardly answer my calls, it’s obvious you’re ignornin’ me. So I’ll ask again; what’s goin’ on? What happened between us?”

The volume of Billy’s voice combined with the heart you could hear in the undertone of it made your heart ache. He was audibly, and visibly upset. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to respond honestly.

“Nothing.”

Billy narrowed his obsidian eyes at your one word response, and reached out his hand to firmly grasp your jaw to force you to look up at him.

“Don’t give me that shit. Tell me the truth.”

“That is the truth, Billy. Nothing happened between us.”

Bill’s angry glare suddenly morphed into puzzlement, and his grasp on your chin softened. Now he was the one that was confused. 

“Did I…do somethin’ wrong?”

“You mean like ignoring me or wandering off completely anytime a pretty girl is around, when it’s supposed to be just us?”

Billy’s eyes widened slightly at the venom in your voice, and his lips parted slightly in surprise when you shoved his wrist away. He’d never seen you upset like this before, and you suddenly didn’t feel bad for how you had treated him anymore. It was nothing like the way he had hurt you.

Getting down from your couch, you started to furiously pace back and forth as you let out a humorless laugh and finally let everything you had been feeling lately out.

“You know Billy, I can’t figure out what’s worse. That I fell in love with you and have to watch you flirt with anything that has a heartbeat in your general vicinity, or not being able to tell you because you make it abundantly clear that you don’t really give a shit about me every single time you abandon me to fulfill your own selfish needs. I’ve been ignoring you because it’s painful to even be around you. Because you are all that I think about. You’ve taken up every ounce of space in my head, and you’ve-”

A surprised gasp was caught in your throat as Billy cut you off by cupping your face in his hands gently and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. He pulled away slowly to stare at your shocked expression with a faint smirk on his lips.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve been wanton’ to do that since I met you.”

“What?”

“I thought you were the one not interested in me.”

“Why the hell didn’t you ever say anything?”

Billy’s smirk melted away, and there was a vulnerable look in his dark brown eyes.

“Because I didn’t wanna lose you, darlin’.”

As everything he said finally clicked in your head, you felt a fresh surge of annoyance flow through your bloodstream.

“Goddamnit, William Russo. I can’t stand you.”

Before he could respond, you grabbed onto his tie and tugged him close while crashing your lips together in a more heated kiss. Billy reluctantly pulled away with a soft chuckle, arching one of his dark brows up with a mischievous smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Does this mean I can take you on a date?”

“It better be the best first date I’ve ever been on or I swear-”

Billy cut off your threat with another deep kiss, coaxing a soft noise from the back of your throat as he slipped his hand into your hair and pulled you in even closer.

Billy Russo was going to be the death of you.

[lovely-peace]

Lunar eclipse

Summary: After the confrontation and the kiss, reader is reminded of an old memory. She goes out of remus way and is scared to get false expectations and hope.

Warnings: self hatred, self doubt, bad to no communication, flashback, dumb reader??

Everytime I see someone like openly communicate with their s/o I'm like :ooo. We do that now?? How can they talk so openly about their feelings? Couldn't be me and my fears :p

Masterlist part 1 part 2. Part 3 part 4 part 6

Get down from there right now! Now!" the governess yelled at me. All I wanted to do was look at the candles on the chandelier.

"But from below I can't see how it's standing in the air!" I yelled back and continued to climb up the ladder.

But suddenly something grabbed me and I was floating in the air. Slowly I moved into the arms of the woman without doing anything.

"You see? Magic. And now you stay down!" she said and waved her wand once more. The ladder disappeared and the chandelier remained out of reach.

She set me down and I remained sitting on the floor, pouting. As if everything special could be explained by magic! This power had to come from somewhere. How can we control it with simple sticks?

It must be visible somehow?

I quickly got bored again and let my eyes wander. Little children were running around and playing catch. I didn't feel like it right now.

Then my eyes fell on an inconspicuous boy. He had worn clothes and light brown hair. Through his face stretched a scar that seemed quite new.

He was reading. HE WAS READING?? What? How could he read already? I wasn't going to elementary school until next year and he seemed to be my age. SO HOW??

The letters on the cover of the book remained a mystery to me, no matter how long I stared at them.

So I walked over to him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, although my real question was, how?

He looked up and gazed into my eyes. At that moment, I was frozen. They were so kind. How could someone radiate such warmth?

"The sun and the moon."

I waited for him to elaborate further, but he remained silent.

But now that I was curious, I persisted. I wanted to stay.

"Can you teach me to read?"

He looked at me in surprise. He hesitated before answering, but finally said :" It's not so easy."

I tried not to let my disappointment show, but I didn't seem to succeed, as he quickly complemented.

" But I can try."

I flashed him a smile and answered him excitedly.

"oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Can I sit here?"

"Sure. So the most important thing to read is…"

And suddenly I understood. What I felt was not visible and yet there. It just had to come from magic.

~~~

"Hey, wake up we're almost there." i heard a soft voice. Lily's. That voice snapped me out of my kindergarten memories. Of my first encounter with him.

My eyes were sticky and were the aftermath of the tears I had shed because of him.

Oh Remus… Why can't you just let me get over you?

Even my dreams reminded me of him.

"Thank you. I'm going to get ready." i said to lily and mary who was standing behind lily looking at me with a worried expression.

We were silent until we got off.

When we got off, the large group was separated. The first graders were taken to Hogwarts in the boats while we rode in the carriages.

I was about to get in when a boy my age opened the door in front of me.

"It's for you, madam." he grinned at me with a mischievous smile.

Without saying anything, I got in.

"Well, I would have expected a thank you." he teased me and one eyebrow rose slightly in a curved shape.

"Thanks."

"Luis."

"What? "

He grinned wider at me.

"My name. 'Thank you, Luis.' would have come, actually, had you known."

"(y/n)"

He just nodded and walked over to a group of Ravenclaws. It was only then that I noticed his Ravenclaw uniform. His black hair and brown eyes only then stayed in my mind.

I sat down next to Mary who smiled at me.

"Luis, huh? Well he looked good if you ask me."

I saw her look and immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Yeah, maybe."

She seemed disappointed with the answer.

"Oh come on! I mean after the scene before the train, he comes up to you and obviously tries to cheer you up and flirt with you. That's saying something!"

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Of course. The kiss. Everyone saw him. And also how I ran away.

Shit.

SHIT.

Everyone saw me having an emotional outburst. I embarrassed myself again.

I put my head in my hands, exhausted, and sighed.

"Hey, it's not that bad. I'm sure Remus just saw that."

I lifted my head and looked at her, stunned.

"What good is it that he saw a boy I don't know hold the door open for me out of pity?"

Mary rolled her eyes.

"That he was getting jealous, hello?"

A sickening feeling rose up inside me. Hope. False hope.

"Mary he's not jealous. He has nothing to be jealous about."

Mary fell silent in response. Lily looked around between us and then looked at me hesitantly.

"You know, maybe he really loves you? That on the platform looked a lot like it, anyway."

I winced.

"He doesn't love me Lily. He just kissed me because I don't give him the attention I used to. Maybe he thinks he loves me, but he doesn't. He loves, the idea of my love for him. Of my affection for him. But he does not feel the same. "

I did not know where these words came from. But it felt good to hide behind him.

Lily tilted her head. "Do you really believe that? "

~~~~

The castle was as big as ever. We made our way to the great hall in silence when we heard a voice behind us. James.

"Hey, wait a minute! Can we come with you? With you guys, then?"

Instead of turning around, Lily walked on with definite steps.

"What's wrong, I thought you guys were good by now?" i asked, remembering the hogsmead trip.

"He did it again." she whispered and it was just barely audible, but it was enough to explain.

He had exposed snape again.

Without saying anything in response, we both walked into the hall, though it felt more like we were running away.

~~~

After the ceremony, we were sent to our rooms. Lily Mary and I shared a room as we do every year.

We unpacked our things and laughed at Dumbledore and his beard, which seemed to grow longer and longer.

It was refreshing.

The sun was hiding behind the earth, while the moon was not even visible.

Taglist : @juleshadalittlelamb @fluffybunnyu @tendous-pretty-hair @helloitsmeeeeeee @valencia-rou @woohoney

[thewritersofdeceased]

guys I finished the story >:))!!

(Ik one of my sillies wanted to know it so :D @local-ginger-snap )

INTRODUCTION STUFF FOR TUMBLR

REX WOODSTONE ;; QUEENS OC ;;

TRIGGER WARNINGS ;; SUICIDE

SONG ;; MY R

JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO TAKE MY SHOES

OF OF THE ROOFTOP THERE I SEE

A BOY WITH DARKER HAIR HERE BEFORE ME

DESPITE MYSELF I GO AND SCREAM.

“HEY! DON’T DO IT PLEASE.”

Rex wasn’t lying when he said he was gonna do it. When he was gonna join his oldest brother in the afterlife. His boots were off as he stood on the rooftop of the parking garage, staring at the figure in the view of his eyes. He didn’t think he’d call out to a random person. As if trying to reach for this figure and to get a solid sounding answer. But why did he care? He couldn’t care less either way. To be honest? He was pissed, because he missed the opportunity to do it. To join his brother. He stared at the back of the figure’s head, jet black hair, just like his own. The figure never once turned to look at Rex, but yet they spoke their story. “You’ve probably heard it all before. I really thought that she might be the one, but then she told me, she was done.” Rex held an annoyed expression at this as he stared at the figure, who seemed almost a bit shorter than he was now. Now, as a junior, he stood at around 6’2, maybe a little taller. This boy was around 5’8, so he assumed. Speaking with a cold tone, his voice never went down to a whisper. “For god's sake, are you serious!?” How did someone with such a stupid reason get there before him? “Are you upset cause you can’t have what you wanted!? You’re lucky you never got robbed of anything!” He shouted at this figure, venom lacing in his tone as the figure took a glance back at him. Though the figure had tears forming from their eyes, they only smiled at Rex. “I’m feeling better, thank you for listening.” Though even with Rex listening and saying his own opinion, the figure with jet black hair had disappeared.

The next day, he swore he’d do it. Rex swore he was gonna join Dean. Today’s the day, or so he thought, just as he took both his boots off. He stood in the same spot he had just a day prior, a smile on his face. A smile, even if he knew what he was doing would lead to friends upon everyone. But that’s okay. They’ll all be fine without him. Turning to walk towards the spot he’d seen before, he had paused. Another figure. Another one similar to him. This boy had a bunch of bandages on his body, but mostly his arms and around his chest. He was confused. How could someone get up here again? Despite himself and how BADLY he wanted to get all of this done and over work. “Hey! Don’t do it, please!” He’d call out again, catching the attention of this figure. Everytime the figure, both this one and the day prior, every time they’d look at Rex, their faces were never… seen. Like they were blurred out. It was weird to the ravenette, who now stared at the figure, who once again began to explain their story. “You’ve probably heard this all before.” They started, lifting their head and looking at the sky above them. “Everyone ignores me, that stupid bitch steals! I don’t fit in with anyone here.” Again, Rex’s annoyed expression never disappeared. Now there was a slight trace of anger as his eyes remained fixated on the figure. When he went to speak again, Rex sounded about ready to murder this idiot. Taking in a deep breath, his tone was much more harsh and violent this time. “FOR GOD’S SAKE, PLEASE! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” He snapped, which had resulted in the figure jumping slightly from the yell. “I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE THAT FOR SOME STUPID REASON YOU GOT HERE BEFORE ME!” Rex had begun to pace as he snapped at this figure. For what? “‘CAUSE EVEN SO, YOU’RE STILL LOVED BY EVERYONE AT HOME! THERE’S ALWAYS DINNER WAITING ON THE TABLE, YOU KNOW!” Just like the last figure had, this one looked back at Rex, tears spilling before they spoke. “I’m hungry.” The boy said as he shed a tear. Then just like that, he disappeared.

Just like that, there would be someone everyday. People would tell their tales and Rex would listen, just for them to turn away. Yet he knew something. Nobody would do the same for him. No way was there a way to let out all this pain. Days and days passed as he waited for the perfect time to do it. About a week or so later, a Sunday night, he stood on the roof of the parking garage again, his boots off as he began making his way towards the spot he said he’d do it. But again. There was someone there. Someone waiting for their own chance to jump now. Someone all too similar like him. This boy had jet black hair, such as he did. Jet black hair, a black t-shirt, ripped jeans, a leather jacket and boots. The figure looked back at the other boy, giving a small smile before they had looked back towards the ground below, the sound of cars rushing by. “I just wanna stop the scars that grow, everytime that I go home.” The figure started to speak, the hiccuping from the tears that began to fall catching them mid-sentence. “That’s why I came up here instead.” They finished their sentences short. But that’s what the boy in the leather jacket said. Wait a minute, what the hell was he saying? Rex couldn’t care less either way. This wasn’t his issue. But in the moment, he just screamed. Something even he couldn’t believe. “Hey, don’t do it please!” He was realizing maybe he couldn’t help this person like he had the others. He couldn’t stop this boy, now that is new. For once? He thought he bit off way more than he could chew. “But even so! Please just go away, so I can’t see! The pitiful expression is too much for me!” Rex would’ve requested, looking away from the figure with a shaky tone, and shaky breathing. It was clear he was bound to break and cry. The figure looked back at Rex, letting the tears flow again. “I guess today is just not my day.” They would speak, and then just like the ones before them, would disappear.

Finally, A day where nobody was stopping him. Like the weeks and days before, Rex stood on the very top of the parking garage, listening to the streets down below. It was just him on the rooftops. Finally. Nobody would bother him. Nobody would stop him. Taking off his black boots and placing them down by his bike, where his lovely bike was, he was debating on really doing this. Sam, his second oldest, would be alone. But it wasn’t like Sam really liked him. At least in the back of his mind, Rex thought Sam hated him. He thought Sam would’ve loved to be alone. So that’s exactly what the middle child would get. Rex continued to listen to the streets below, the sound of cars driving past, the conversations that he couldn’t even make out. People… caring about other people… why didn’t anyone come up to care about him? Was he that easy to forget about? He knew he was an asshole and everything, but was he really easily forgotten? As these thoughts lingered in his mind, Rex would continue to take any accessories or such off. Taking off his leather jacket, the one thing that he never took off unless he was piercing someone or giving someone a tattoo. His boots were already off, so no need to worry about those. His jeans were ripped, just like the ones the boy the other day had been wearing. He slipped off his spiked wristbands, placing them on top of his leather jacket and right next to his boots. He’d be able to run now. Run towards the edge. He had to do this. He layed it off so many times. Now he couldn’t. Now he had to do it. Just him. Himself. Rex was by himself. His hair was a mess, both from the bike helmet that rested on the seat and the fact he was high above sea level. No one who could interfere. Making his way towards the edge of the rooftop, there was a couple seconds of silence. . .

Before he jumped.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Say my name

Summary: You are the new head seamstress at the palace and tasked with the making of new clothes for the General who had his eye on you ever since he first saw you.

Pairing: General Kirigan x F!reader

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: pining, fluff (kinda?), smut (oral; f receiving, unprotected sex, cum play👀)

A/N: I fully blame @constip8merm8 for this. You know why. I can't promise there will be more, but I had to get this out of my head. This is just an excuse to write some filth, sorry dudes. Tagging @agirllovespancakes cause she wanted me to 💜

Masterlist

You checked everything you would need in the next hour again, lining it up with precision as you waited. You were nervous. Not because the task was complicated, you had been the King’s seamstress for about three years by now, no.

You were nervous because it was him who requested your services personally.

General Kirigan.

You had only met him once briefly as he passed by. Usually his garments were made by the senior seamstress. But she had retired last month, leaving you in charge. Up until now some of your male colleagues had worked with him. But today he wanted you.

And you were positive you would do a superb job. You just had to ignore the handsome man whose body you had to touch to get the measurements you needed to sew his new cloak, coat and pants.

Rubbing your sweaty hands on your thighs you almost jumped when there was a knock at the door. The door opened, revealing one of the many servants, announcing the man who walked in next, before the door was closed again, leaving you alone with the General. You breathed in deeply, a little smile on your face.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you,” you didn’t know why but you bowed a little. Looking up you saw his eyes looking down at you with amusement.

“There’s no need for that. Yet, you better hurry, I have to leave by sundown,” he said and you nodded.

“Will you please take your cloak and coat off, so I can begin with the measurement?” you asked and he nodded, his fingers working each button of his dark coat. You averted your eyes to ignore how his long fingers worked at getting himself undressed. You heard him take off his cloak as you reached for the tape measure and turned to face him.

“I’m gonna be quick,” you promised as you began to work.

He was quiet and still as a stature as you took his measurements. You had your problems reaching his neck but you managed. He was taller than you and you cursed yourself that you didn’t bring your stool so you could work properly. Everytime you looked at him you found his eyes already on yours. This didn’t help your nervousness at all and you felt yourself flush even more.

“If I might say, this would have been easier if I had Manuel do this, he is taller than me,” you said with a nervous smile as you stopped in front of him. He smiled playfully.

“That might be, but I do enjoy your hands more than I do Manuel’s,” he looked at you and you sucked your bottom lip in, not daring to answer.

Not thinking clearly, you got on your knees to get the measurements for his pants, missing the dark look he gave you at seeing you on your knees just where he imagined you ever since he first saw you all these months ago.

He had been thinking about you more than he would like to admit.

You hummed, writing down everything you needed, ignoring the throbbing between your legs as you measured up his, ending way too close to his groin. You looked up at him with big eyes as he groaned and closed his eyes, trying to get his body, his mind, in control. He wanted nothing more than to pick you up and push you against the nearest wall. You saw his jaw tense and you could see just how affected he seemed to be by your closeness as you looked at his growing bulge.

Wetting your lips you got up, turning away from him to write down everything you need.

“Would you like something similar to before, or can I try out some new designs?” you asked, still not turning around, not trusting yourself to not do something even more inappropriate.

“Surprise me,” he said quietly and you nodded. You took more time than usual to write everything down before you turned towards him again. You only needed one measurement until you were finished. Smiling softly, you looked at him.

“Could you bend down so I can measure your…” you gestured up to his neck and he nodded. You expected him to just bend down to let you quickly get the measurements but he kneeled down, now looking up at you and you were pretty sure you were about to faint. He was so close and his scent invading your nose, making you breathe out shakily. If he noticed your shaking hands he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead you felt one of his hands carefully rest on your waist as if to calm you down. This had the complete opposite effect. You let your hands fall to his shoulder, closing your eyes as you breathed in deeply.

“I got everything I need,” you whispered as you opened your eyes and found him looking at you with an expression you couldn’t name. He was so handsome. You wanted to touch him. To caress him. To kiss him. But you were only one mere servant to the king. Even though you got the impression that he wouldn’t mind, you didn’t want to be one of those girls he lay with and never be heard from again.

“Perfect,” he said quietly, his hand on your waist squeezing lightly before he got up to stand at his full height again.

“I could have something ready until the end of next week,” you said and he nodded with a small smile.

“Send word once you're finished, and I’ll make time so we can try them on,” he reached for his coat and cloak.

“Oh you don’t need me to try them on, General. I can just send someone…”

“No. I need you there,” he said and the look he gave you didn’t leave any room for arguments.

“Of course General,” you whispered and nodded. He stepped closer after he had buttoned his coat and you couldn’t stop yourself as your hands reached up to close the last 3 buttons.

“Call me Aleksander…” he whispered, as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling him take a step back.

He was gone by the time you opened your eyes again.

You were nervous. Someone had helped you with the garments you had made for General Kirigain, Aleksander, and now you found yourself waiting for him in his chambers. This was highly inappropriate. But not more inappropriate than the thoughts you had of him ever since you saw him last.

The skin on your forehead where he had kissed you seemed to burn every time you thought of him. Which was; all the time. You couldn’t get him out of your head. You had never felt this way. This aroused at only the thought of someone. Maybe this had something to do with his powers.

The door behind you opened and you turned around.

“I was hoping you would be here when I finished,” he said as he closed the door behind him. You felt the nervous flutter in your belly as he walked towards you, shedding of his thick coat.

“You send word, so here I am,” you said and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“It’s that easy?” he asked and you knew he was teasing.

“Sometimes,” you teased back with a small smile and he smiled back.

“Will you show me what you made for me?” he asked. You only nodded before you turned from him to walk over to his bed where all the garments were spread out.

“I made two coats, a cloak and some pants for you to wear,” you explained and you felt him behind you, not close enough to touch but to feel his warmth as he leaned over your back, looking down.

“You did all of this in 9 days?” he asked and you nodded.

“I’ve already had some sketches. I don’t get to work with black fabric a lot…”

“They’re beautiful. Let me try them on,” he said as he stepped away to pick up one of the coats. He was standing there in only his pants and dark undershirt and this time you didn’t look away as he put the coat on, running his big hands over the fabric.

“All this measuring seems to have paid off,” he teased as he turned around to look at himself in the mirror. He looked regal. The silver ornaments you had used for the shoulders shimmering in the candle light.

He turned towards you as you looked up at him and you didn’t know why you felt so brave but you reached up to run your fingers over his cheek. He leaned into your touch and stepped closer, his chest touching yours. You didn’t know how long you just looked at each other before he bent down, still giving you time to decline before his lips brushed over yours. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours before he parted from you. You opened your eyes, your lips still tingling as you felt his hands framing your face before he kissed you again. You sighed, getting on your tiptoes to get closer as he kissed you like a dying man. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hands wandering into his hair. His tongue licked over your lips and you parted them for him, moaning against him as his tongue danced with yours. You felt his hands leave your face only for them to run down your back to pick you up. You crossed your legs behind him, clinging to him as he walked towards his bed, sitting down with you in his lap without his lips parting from yours.

You were out of breath, your insides throbbing and feeling a little light headed. He parted from your lips, his forehead resting against your as he brushed his nose against yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” he confessed and you couldn’t help but smile. You shifted your weight on his lap, rolling your hips a little as you felt his hardened length beneath you. He groaned, his hands running down your back, grabbing a handful of your ass to push you closer against him.

“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to stop,” he warned. You bit your lower lip, not stopping your movements and he looked at you with hungry eyes.

“Maybe I don’t want you to stop, General,” you teased.

“I told you to call me Aleksander,” he groaned, thrusting up and you gasped.

“Make me,” you grinned, shrieking when you found yourself beneath him as he turned you on the bed so you were under him, his eyes dark and dangerous.

“Hands over your head until I say otherwise,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

“Yes General,” you teased and he chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned down to kiss you again. You parted your legs to make space for him as he began to kiss down your jaw, kissing down your neck, sucking lightly on the skin of your throat before you felt him undo the laces of the blouse you were wearing, kissing down your collarbone and the top of your breasts. You were breathing hard, anticipating his lips as he pushed your blouse open.

“Beautiful,” he whispered before he softly kissed your breasts, closing his mouth around one of your nipples. You fought the urge to touch him, keeping your hands over your head as you arched your back.

You felt him smile against your skin as his tongue flicked over your nipple making you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out.

“I want to hear you,” he whispered before his lips wandered to your other breast. This time you moaned as he sucked harshly on your nipple. He kissed down your stomach, and you squirmed beneath him as he looked up at you, his eyes asking for permission. You bit your lip, nodding weakly as his finger hooked into your skirt and undergarments, pulling them down your knees, letting them fall to the ground. You were almost completely naked while he was still fully dressed, but you couldn’t bring himself to care. If how he touched you until now was any indication of what was about to come you would gladly stay like this forever.

His eyes seemed to eat you alive, focusing on your glistening cunt as he licked his lips. Only one man had ever gone down on you. Somehow you were sure you wouldn’t even remember the man's name, once the General was finished with you. He got off the bed, taking the coat and his shirt off.

You sighed.

“I really want to touch you,” you confessed.

“Soon, my dove,” he smiled and got down, slowly kissing up your leg. His beard added to the sensation of his lips and you positively lost your mind as he sucked on the skin of your inner thigh, marking you as his.

He teased you, his lips softly running over your folds but not really doing anything. You groaned, looking down at his amused eyes as his tongue dared out, licking one strip through your folds. He moaned at your taste, kissing your cunt before he lightly sucked on your clit.

“Heavens…” you cried out, your fingers buried in the soft covers of his bed as he buried his tongue inside of your cunt, his nose brushing over your clit.

“I want you to cum for me…” he whispered.

His tongue was back on your clit but you felt his fingers at your entrance, slowly pushing two in. You had never felt like this. You cried out when he angled his fingers inside of you, his mouth still sucking, nibbling, driving you insane.

“Come on, cum for me,” he demanded lowly and you came with a cry, your limbs shaking as you rode the wave of pure bliss he had just granted you. Out of breath you closed your eyes, trying to come down from your high when you felt his fingers leave your core. You opened your eyes, only finding him licking off your juices from his fingers and you could cum just from the sight of him again.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said and you found yourself chuckling, making him smile.

“I think you hit your head down there…” you teased and he rolled his eyes. The man on top of you was so different to how you imagined him to be and you had to be careful not to fall for him.

“I think it’s time for you to fuck me General,” you said biting your lip and he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Still not saying my name. We can’t have that…” he pushed his pants down and you held his gaze until you couldn’t take it anymore and looked down. And you couldn’t hold back the low moan at seeing his already leaking cock, wanting nothing more than to run your tongue over it.

He settled between your legs before you could make any attempt to suck his cock, his arms resting next to either side of your head as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You can touch me when you say my name,” he whispered against your lips as you felt him line up and slowly enter you, the stretch of his length making you moan quietly. He watched you, his face above yours. He was moving slowly, biting his lip as he thrusted slowly until his whole length was buried inside of your tight cunt.

“Say it…” he groaned and even though you wanted nothing more than to touch him, you also wanted to tease him some more. Maybe you could even make The Darkling beg for you. A thought that made you clench around him and he cursed.

“You have to do better than that, General,” you grinned and his eyes seemed to darken.

“Careful what you wish for, Dove.”

“Don’t be gentle,” you whispered as you tilted your head up to kiss his lips and he growled, biting into your lower lip as you felt him bottom out to thrust back in. Hard.

“Say it…” he groaned, his head falling down, his lips brushing against your ear and you cried out as he fucked into you. Slow but hard, letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock. You wanted to touch him, to run your nails down his back, marking him so as yours even though you had no claim on him.

He sucked on your neck, his chest on yours, his weight almost crushing you. You hooked your legs around his behind, wanting him closer.

“Fuck me Aleksander…” you whispered against his ear as your arms came around him, your fingers running down his back and he growled, pumping into you faster, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You were so close, you didn’t know where you ended and he began.

“I can feel you squeezing me. Cum. Cum for me…” he said lowly, thrusting hard and you shattered around him, your fingers digging into his back as you came. Hard. While he fucked you through your orgasm.

He moaned against your shoulder, his moves getting sloppier until you felt him pull out, his weight leaving yours as he spilled his seed over your stomach, moaning your name lowly. You looked up at him, a work of art as he tried to get his breathing back to normal, his eyes closed. You looked at the mess he made on you, waiting for him to open his eyes as you gathered some of his cum on your fingers, bringing it up to your lips to suck on it.

“Fuck…” he groaned, watching you with dark eyes.

You smiled, sucking on your fingers.

“Already tired, General?” you grinned, shrieking with laughter when he began to tickle you.

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

Helloo! I love reading your work, especially your comfort posts. I just wanted to make a request if you could do iwaizumi, tsukishima, ushijima, and akaashi giving comfort to the reader after they’ve had a heartbreak and have been breaking down (maybe when the character and reader are not in the same place). Thank you so much and keep up your work!

hello sweet anon!!

ty for the kind words, I’m glad to hear you enjoy my work (⌒ ‿ ⌒) 

I know heartbreak comes in all shapes and sizes but I decided to do these based on a breakup heartbreak sooooo yeah 

alsoooo I only made the��second portion of characters to be in a different place as the reader bc I found it quite difficult to do them all like that so I hope that’s alright

I apologize in advance if any of this wasn't what you had in mind 

I hope you enjoy regardless <3

(after finishing this I'm low-key disappointed in how it came out buuut this is the outcome of my writers block sooo hehe) (/^-^(^ ^*)/ 

•Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Ushijima, and Akaashi Comforting a Brokenhearted Friend•

warnings: platonic relationship (best friends), mentions of cheating, heartbreak, breakups and a few curse words

genre: comfort

characters: iwaizumi, tsukishima, ushijima, + akaashi

•Iwaizumi•

groggily opening his door at two in the morning to you sobbing was not exactly the way iwaizumi would have imagined starting his day

you and iwaizumi had been best friends since your first year of highschool, so it wasn't abnormal for you to pop up at his home unannounced from time to time

but this was a whole different story

the sleep had immediately been stripped from his mind as he pulled you inside and into a tight embrace

“Woah, woah, woah Y/N. What’s wrong?”

you wanted to answer him right there and then but you choked on your words, cries forming instead of any explanation

he was patient though, allowing you to cry until you ran out of tears to shed as he rubbed soft circles into your back

he had a feeling your trashy s/o was behind your breakdown

they had always left you falling apart in his arms at one point or another

he never minded comforting you but anger bubbled up inside him everytime he heard of another incident

he had always told you how you deserved to be treated better but everytime something like this occurred, your s/o had always sucked you back in with some half hearted apology

iwaizumi waited until your sobs had died down into whimpers before he slowly brought you to take a seat on his couch

he handed you a box of tissues that were sitting in the middle of the coffee table and waited until you were able to form a coherent sentence,

“T-they che-heated on m-me”

although it was flooded with hiccups and sharp inhales, iwaizumi understood exactly what you had said

he got the sudden urge to go beat the shit out of that prick but he knew his negative emotions weren’t what you needed in that moment

he pulled you into another hug, whispering apologizes and words of comfort into your ear as you cried into his chest once more

hearing the way your voice strained broke his heart and all he wanted to do was bring back that beautiful smile of yours

as your sobs died back down, he continued to sooth you until the room grew silent

iwaizumi didn’t want to make you relive what had happened that night anymore then you already had so he opted to do something to get your mind off of everything,

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

you looked up at him through puffy eyelids and nodded, appreciating just being in his company a while longer

iwa leaned forward, grabbed the remote from the table, and immediately leaned right back next to you, being too nervous to leave your side for even a second

you subconsciously snuggled into his side as he scrolled through the different titles, looking for one you both usually enjoyed watching

however, it wasn’t long until you began to drift off to sleep, the world around you fading in and out of view as your eyes opened and closed

iwaizumi noticed your tired state and smiled to himself, brushing the stray hairs that framed your face behind your ears,

“You can go to sleep Y/N, i don’t mind.”

you let out a soft yawn as you looked up at him,

“But this is your favorite godzilla movie, i can’t let you finish it on your own.”

“You watch it with me every time, i think i’ll be fine watching it by myself tonight,”

he smiled at you as he pushed your head down into his lap,

“Now go to sleep.”

you smiled to yourself as you curled up and closed your eyes, feeling iwaizumi lazily run his fingers through your hair

as he watched your drift of to sleep, he promised himself he’d never let you get hurt like that again

•Tsukishima•

you, tsukki, and yamaguchi had gone to the cafe down the street every saturday for as long as you could remember

tsukki adored their strawberry shortcake and yams loved the milkshakes they served

you on the other hand were mainly there for the company, and they may or may not have sold your favorite sweet

spending time there was apart of your weekly routine

even when you got into a relationship, that pattern didn’t change

so when a certain saturday rolled around you happily strolled down to the cafe

this saturday however, yamaguchi had extra practice for his float serve and was unable to attend

you were about to cancel but yamaguchi insisted that you two carried on the tradition by yourselves for the day, so you two agreed on meeting up and spending some time with yams later in the day

once you arrived at the cafe, you felt the immediate comfort of being in the presence of your friend

tsukishima had always brought you a sense of security and peace

as you both were enjoying your sweet treats, you heard the buzz of your phone as it viberated on the table

you look from your dessert, to your phone, to the blonde head of hair in front of you

tsukki quirked an eyebrow at you as you shurugged your shoulders, picking up your phone and watching as it illuminated in your hand

the first notification that met your eyes was a message from your s/o,

“hey, we need to talk..”

you felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach

although you told yourself you shouldn’t jump to conclusions, that message didn’t settle right with you at all

you felt a lump grow in your throat as your shaky hands typed a reply,

“oh okay, let me call you then”

you looked up from your phone and made eye contact with tsukishima as he gave you a look of question mixed with concern

you shot him a half hearted smile as you excused yourself from the table and walked into the alley next to the cafe to make your call

although he wouldn’t admit it if asked, tsukishima was really worried about whatever was going on right now

the way your facial expressions had changed and your demeanor had shifted cause his chest to tighten

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he didn’t want to pry or make it seem like he was too eager to comfort you but he couldn’t ignore what was going on

especially when you rounded the corner with tears running down your face, holding in sobs that threatened to escape your lips

he shot up out of his seat and walked over to you, throwing the amount of cash needed to pay for the food on the table as he did

“What the hell happened Y/N?”

averting your gaze away from tsukki, you began to whimper

noticing people beginning to grow nosey tsukishima wrapped his arm around your shoulder and began to walk back towards the alleyway

as you two came to a stop you wrapped your arms around tsukki, causing him to stiffen from the sudden contact, and cried into his shirt

he relaxed a bit as his arms found their way to your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing manner

once you calmed down you had explained that your s/o had broken up with you

they hadn’t given you a reason, only stating that they could no longer find it in themself to continue with your relationship

you couldn’t even wrap your head around the words that had met your ears from the other side of that line

you felt the tightness in your throat return as more tears dampened tsukishima’s shirt,

“Y/N it’s stupid to cry over this. They didn’t even have the decency to break up with you in person so why should you waste tears on them?”

“I know i’m sorry, i just can’t help it,”

you let out a shaky breath as you looked up at him,

“I really liked them Kei, i don’t know what i did wrong.”

he swiped away at the hair that clung to your face and he sighed,

“Idiot, you didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t tell you why they broke up with you but i know it had nothing to do with anything you did.”

he flicked your forehead before pulling you into a hug

hugs from tsukki were rare, so you didn’t let the feeling of his arms wrapped around your figure slip from your mind

although you were still in pain, you knew you wouldn’t have to go through this alone, and that was more then enough to bring a smile back to your face

•Ushijima•

for as long as you and ushijima had been friends, he had never been the best at comforting others

so you had no idea why your first instinct was to call him the second you got your heartbroken

as the phone rang you contemplated hanging up and letting him know that it was just an accident but honestly, you needed to hear his voice right now,

“Hello Y/N.”

you stayed silent for a minute, attempting to calm your voice before you spoke

“Y/N, are you there?” 

you took a deep breath before smiling, in hopes it would make you sound more cheerful than you were feeling in that moment

“Yeah sorry, h-hey toshi.”

“Y/N are you alright? It sounds like there’s something wrong.”

you sighed, with how observant he was it honestly wasn't a surprise that he had noticed your distress from the other side of the line

it was at this moment that you had begun to regret calling at all,

“Oh um, I guess today just hasn't been the best.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

you smiled through the tears streaming down your face

although ushijima wasn’t exactly familiar with other people’s emotions and how to deal with them, he always tried his best to be there for you and comfort you when you were feeling down,

“T-That person I was dating b-broke up with me and I'm just sad about it. I r-really liked them and it makes me upset that things ended like this.”

ushijima went quiet hearing those words

he had heard you talk about your s/o quite a few times before and they seemed to make you very happy

it honestly hurt him that you had lost that source of happiness so suddenly and although he did not know exactly how to return the smile to your face, he knew he had to try

the radio silence on the other side of the phone gave you anxiety and you began to wonder if you had made your friend uncomfortable in any way

but before you could apologize for venting about your issues, you had been cut off,

“I apologize Y/N. I don’t really know what to say but you are a very lovely person and they are surely missing out. If you’d like, you can come over to tendou’s house and read this week’s jump with us.”

you let out a small laugh at his attempts to comfort you,

“That sounds great toshi, you sure I won't be bothering you two though?”

you heard tendou yell through the phone, letting you know not to be silly and that you’re always invited as ushijima agreed with his statement

you swiped at the tears that had stained your cheek and clutched the phone closer to your ear,

“Awesome, I’ll be there soon then.”

“Okay Y/N, we will be waiting for you.”

before your friend could end the call, you quickly spoke up,

“Toshi?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Thank you, I feel better already.”

“You’re welcome Y/N, I care about you very much so I’m glad I can make this easier for you.”

you felt your heart swell at his words as you bid him a goodbye 

although you had lost someone important to you, it wasn't the end of the world and you knew ushijima would help you understand that

•Akaashi•

akaashi was always someone you knew you could come to when the world was against you

however, once you and your s/o made things official, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t bother him with any issues involving your relationship 

he always assured you that you could go to him for anything but you knew that you had to deal with certain problems on your own

besides, he had his dilemmas to worry about and you most certainly didn't need to add to the pile

but you didn’t know who else to turn to when the same person you had spent months with, broke your heart

so you ended up dialing up akaashi’s number and waiting anxiously as the line connected

knowing him it wasn't a huge surprise that he had answered right away, the sound of yelling and volleyball’s slamming against the floor had met your ears,

“Hey Y/N, did you need something?”

you automatically felt guilty for forgetting he had practice at this hour, interrupting him was not what you’d intended to do,

“Ah, sorry I forgot you were still at p-practice. It’s no big deal, I can call you later about it.”

akaashi noticed the distressed tone of your voice as it shook and immediately excused himself from the gym, letting his coach know that he had a personal issue to deal with,

“No, it’s okay. We were just about to finish up anyways, Bokuto just wanted to practice his spike a bit before we left. Is something the matter?”

akaashi had been bluffing about practice almost being over but he knew you called him for a reason and he didn’t mind skipping practice for a bit to help you out

“Oh, um yeah actually, I got broken up with a little while ago. I know it’s a stupid thing to call about but it just really hurts and I didn’t know what else to do other then talk to you.”

akaashi frowned as he heard you begin to softly weep on the other side of the line

he knew how much you cared about your former s/o so he couldn’t imagine how much pain you were experiencing

he wish he was there to be with you but he knew he was stuck in practice for at least another hour,

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I can’t exactly say anything to take the pain away but just know that you’ll always have me. Things may be hard right now and I'll be here to comfort you as long as you need but don’t forget I'll also be here to help you pick yourself up when you’re ready.”

you felt some of the pain lift from his words as you attempted to stop your tears,

“T-Thank you Keiji, thank you.”

“No need to thank me Y/N. If you’re okay with it, me and bokuto can stop by after practice and we can go to the park down the street that you like. I’m sure you both would have fun.”

you laughed at his comment and smiled to yourself,

“I’d like that.”

“Alright, we’ll see you later then.”

akaashi was glad to hear the newfound smile in your voice as the call came to a close

your smile was his favorite sight after all, and he’d do his best to keep it plastered on your face as long as he was around

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[sunsinrinn]

She’s Lovely

Kuroo x reader

Angst

You watched as he approached you with a girl close behind. ‘Wonder what this is about’, you think. And the look on his face brings joy to you. You adore and cherish that facial expression, memorizing it everytime you saw it so you never forget it. He approaches you and you get up to receive his hug. That daily hug he gives you, but it never comes. You look at his excited face and confused look behind him and see the prettiest girl you had ever seen. Instantly you recognized her, Alisa Haiba. Two years older than you and a year older than him.

“What’s going on Kuroo?” You ask as you look back at him. He is buzzing with excitement as he answers, “I have some exciting news!” You wait, as a terrible feeling begins to creep up. “I asked Alisa out! And she said yes!” Your face falls slightly and the feeling you had expands everywhere. Trembling with immense sadness you flash a smile that could fool everyone. “Congratulations, Kuroo! I’m happy for you!” You look back at her and give her a smile, you extend your arms out and welcome her in for a hug. She walks up to you happily and as you embrace her, tears spill. You quickly pull away and wipe the tears away before they could see.

“She’s going to be a lovely girlfriend for you, Kuroo. Does Kenma know yet?” You say in a even almost monotone voice. He doesn’t pick up the tone of voice you have and responds as he reaches for Alisa’s hand. “Not yet. Please don’t tell him yet. I wanted to tell you first!” His words make your test tighten and tears threaten to spill again. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin the,” you strain your voice, “the surprise.” You give him another smile and look away, trying to get lost in your thoughts. But no thoughts were there, leaving your mind to think about one single thing. Looking at them you see how happy he is, you wished it was you that made him that happy. You wished you could memorize that look he had. But he wasn’t yours to memorize anymore. In reality, he never was.

You clear you throat, “well... I should get going, I want to stop by the convenience store before I head home.” Grabbing your things you quickly try to get away. Kuroo looks at you and says, “We can walk with you! We were heading to my house so its in the same direction!” You stiffen and shake your head, “it’s fine. I don’t want to interrupt you guys.” Not giving him a chance to respond you walk away quickly. He looks hurt at your rejection to walk with them but pushes it aside and looks over at Alisa enamored by her.

As you walk home you send Kenma a text. Kuroo has a surprise for you. Putting your phone away you walk to the convenience store and pick up some small snacks and pay. Leaving the store you look around and see two familiar figures nearing the store, quickly you walk the opposite way urgently wanting to get home. You make it home after beginning to run near the end. Out of breath you remove your shoes and set your things down. You try and forget about the earlier event and start on homework. As the hours go by, you receive a notification. looking at it you see Kenma’s text. Just told me about it...

You meet up with Kenma the next day, a Friday night. You both decline an invitation to hang out with the new couple preferring to hang out with each other instead. And as soon as you see each other you embrace. You both let some tears spill before letting go and just laying down. Like you, Kenma too, was in love with kuroo. And like you, got his heart broken yesterday. What a cold December night it was, for both the body and soul of y/n and Kenma. You knew kenma was in love with his best friend and he knew you were in love with him too. But you both were in harmony because you both knew kuroo didn’t see any of you as lovers. No, just friends.

As a year passes, you and Kenma form a bond that not even Kuroo could break. You both became close and both of you still, had feelings for Kuroo those feelings strong, but not as strong as the ones you felt for each other. You were almost like soulmates. Brought together by the same person. that same person, who on this day December 3rd stood in front of the both of you and broke your hearts, was standing in the front of you again, with the same exact excitement on his face. A face you once remembered memorizing, now burned in your mind. “I’m in love with Alisa. So I am going to propose to her!” And again, like that day, both you and Kenma get your hearts broken again. But neither say that, instead, you both smile and congratulate him wishing him luck.

And now here you and kenma stand watching Kuroo propose to Alisa. You both force fake smiles and congratulate the newly engaged. The pain you felt as you watched the man you love slip away was sharper than ever. You look over at kenma and notice he has that same pain splashed across his face. you reach for his hand and squeeze it gently. Smiling at him and look at kuroo again.

None of you said anything though. Neither of you wanted to hurt or confuse his feelings. You both worked so hard to never show those emotions all for Kuroo to go and crush both of your feelings with two sentences.

“I asked Alisa out! She said yes!”

“I’m in love with Alisa. So I am going to propose to her!”

You remember those two different times he said those two very different yet very alike sentences, as you watch the couple say their vows a year later. you on Alisa’s side, her maid of honor. And Kenma on Kuroo’s side, the best man. A tear is shed by you, which most will mistake for happiness and you watch as Kenma look away in pain. You meet his gaze and nod towards the exit. He looks over at it and back at Kuroo. Before giving a slight nod and in sync like always, both you and Kenma run towards the exit never looking back. You hear Kuroo yell out after the both of you but all you can think is, “She’s lovely for you Kuroo. I hope you found your happiness.” holding Kenma’s hand you finally feel complete and liberated from loving kuroo.

Oh how the third of December had a huge impact on you three different times. Two that hurt and one that brought you happiness.

HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

A/N: this is in honor of third of december a heather like situation <3

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[psycho-pass-saiko]

[Some time after their lunch date, Kogami pays a visit to his former superior for a small training session]

...

Kogami, entered the semi-abandoned base as she called “home” these days. The electric was on but was only enlightining the training place, which was placed in the center of the large room. Containing of a large tatami floor. Except the rink, there werent much furniture in this broad room. It felt as if he was in an aircraft shed.

He saw two figures under the lamp, moving back and forward. As he got closer to the figures, the one next the brunette was someone quite familiar.

‘’ Is that… me?’’

‘’Huh-..argh!’’ with a confused yelping, Akane lost her balance as the training robot kicked her legs from the ground, forcing her to fall hard on her chest.

Kogami, made a move forward to help the laying woman but Akane quickly recovered from her earlier state with a back roll, now was on her knees. She pushed a button of her watch on her left wrist, stoping the combat robot. Akane, slowly stood up while his gaze quickly checked her, if there were any injuries or such. She snorted, analyzing his look.

‘’ I am not a piece of glass, Kogami-san.’’

‘’Oh I am well aware of that,’’ He narrowed his eyes but now was more relaxed not seeing any visible injuries. ‘’just fine.’’

Kogami was next to a bench near the tatami she and her robot were on. He threw his backpack as if it was a piece of cloth. Bag fell into the floor after crushing the wood but he didnt care and sat on the bench.

He once again checked her from head to top. She was wearing a cotton pink tights and short sleeved t-shirt, some places were darker from the sweat of her efforts before his arrival. Her leg muscles were making their appearance through the thin fabric. When he saw her bending forward his eyes found hers.

“Is there something on my face, Kogami-san?” She said with a subtle grin on her lips. Kogami shrugged as she grabbed the water bottle just over the tatami, gulping down one or two sips. Kogami, leaned back putting his hands next to his body. He gestured the combat robot with a swing of his chin.

“What about it?”

Akane pulled the bottle from her lips, following his gesture. She cleared her throat before speaking.

“Oh, its just a hologram. You know to get better experince for the field.“ She walked towards the robot, which was designed as Kogami’s body with gym clothes, and tapped the head of the robot making a metalic clank sound . Kogami gave her a coy smile.

“I know its just a hologram. But why me?”

Akane didnt answered as quickly as she wanted. She sighed and combed her short damp hair with her fingers. “It keeps me on focus.” After her short sentence she touched to her watch again to make the hologram disappear. Now it was a plain robot standing in front of her.

“You mean, i keep you on focus?” Kogami continued on his flirty attitude to draw her in the corner. But the Akane he knew, the innocent girl who would blush about anything, was now nowhere to be seen. Instead Akane turned to him with a faint smile and answered honestly. “Yes. Yes you do.”

Kogami, a bit unready for this serious expression, stood up slowly on his legs. He reached to zip of his hoodie, pulling it down while he responded. “You could have said it earlier.”

He stepped on the tatami with his bare feet now his hoodie on his hand. He threw the hoodie like his bag to the bench earlier and turned right to face her fully.

Akane’s gaze wondered over him. He was wearing a black short sleeved t-shirt wrapping around his quite visible biceps, a grey sport pants a bit tight on his thighs. Her eye stopped a bit longer on his torso though. His cheeky voice guided her honey colored eyes to his own grey clouded ones. “One word and you could get the real one here. Also, i have the voice upgrade as well comparing to that mute useless metal garbage.”

Akane, not being able to contain her giggle, hide her lips behind her hand. “ Kogami-san, those combat robots are really useful.”

Kogami raised one of his eyebrows. “ You say so? I can crack open three of them, lets say, under 30 seconds.”

Now it was Akane’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “You say?”

Kogami, put his hands on his waist, leaning on his left leg. “Are you doubting me, Inspector?”

“Ex-Inspector.” She corrected him with that subtle smile again. Kogami wanted to face palm himself but he held back. Akane sipped one more time from her bottle only to throw it next to the bench Kogami’s stuff were. She turned to face him.

“Are you offering me a match, now, Kogami-san?”

Kogami shrugged, moving a bit closer to her. Now he was in front of her, half an arm lenght away. He could see the sweat drops on her neck slowly sliding down to her chest. He fixed his eyes on hers. “If it is what you desire.”

Akane, secretly gulped down, to drown the weird feelings came to her chest. The wild gaze of his grey shiny irises gave shivers to the back of her neck. She muffled an “idiot” beneath her breathe, making sure he didnt hear it. She was successful.

Akane turned to her left, opening her feet about a shoulder gap, taking her defensive standing. “So you want a rematch, if i remember correctly, i was the one who won over our small encounter years ago.”

As he also stood yet a bit bended forward, legs opened, hands in fists, Kogami looked at her. “ What? You didnt win that one-“

She is fast.

Before finishing his sentence about the fight they had years ago, in that abandoned building seconds before an explosion he protected her from, she attacked him gliding on the tatami.

She was a petite woman but as the years passed she learnt to use this to her advantage. She always knew her opponents wont be in her league mostly. So she trained herself with bigger and heavier rivals everytime.

Akane lowered herself more on her knees, dashed to his left side, to his less defensed part. Or she thought.

Akane caught Kogami with her well balanced level change and speed. She threw a punch to under his left arm directly into his chest. Her fist brushed over his shirt as Kogami also slided on the tatami to the front, blocking her attack. Akane without even taking a breath, she turned around her right leg to give a high kick to her opponent.

Kogami saw Akane’s leg before hitting his face. He swayed a bit on his legs, shaked himself to gain the balance and the sight back.

But Akane wasnt planning to give him the chance.

As soon as her left leg touched the ground, she attacked forward again. Her right punch blocked with his left hand, her left with his right. He was now full focused. He leaned a bit forward, still blocking her forceful fists with his forearms. “You could have been a bit kinder towards me. This will leave a bruise, i dont have a metalic face.”

Akane chuckled for a second, looking at his cheek already getting red. She stayed silent, grabbed his left wrist with her left hand pulled him towards herself and twisted his palm to ceiling, her right hand was also pushing his elbow downwards. This made Kogami grunt, as he was facing the floor on his half bending knees now.

Very well, she wanted this.

He threw his body forward into a tumble to release himself from her grabbing. He saved his aching arm from her ,now was behind her. As she was turning to her back, he grabbed her opened arm quicker than before. He raised it upwards, rising on his left knee to create a room for his right leg to kick the back of hers. His heavy leg found its target, making her to fall on her back. Still holding her left arm Kogami stood up. He gently twirled her palm to an unnatural state.

She grunted with pain and had to turn facedown on the tatami, to not get her shoulder dislocated. Kogami, standing over her, took a short breath before releasing her from his grip.

“You improved yourself fairly, Tsunemori.” he complimented her. And he was serious about every word. He knew she could fight and protect herself, but feeling it directly made a difference. Nothing came from her as a response so Kogami got worried if he went hard on her too much.

“Tsune- ugh?!”

To his confusion, Akane rolled over to her right side, mirroring his attack, she kicked him behind his knees. When his body lowered to ground she grabbed his left arm, raised her torso lifting up her waist and legs. She instantly caged his neck and head between her calfs, locking her feet with a twist. Kogami with a thud fell on the floor, eyes widened with shock. Akane hugged to his left arm, now he was in her steel like leg lock.

She arched her back, making the grip tighter. Kogami, growled in his chest, he grabbed her ankles with his free hand tried to open the lock. But it was, no wonder , in vain.

Before his vision got dark, he hit the tatami floor a few times, declaring his defeat.

Akane grunted as she losen up her grip around him. She pulled her legs back to herself, still layed down next to him trying to recover her breathing.

Seconds of silence past. Until both of them started giggling at the same time.

“ 30 seconds you were saying?”scorned him.

“ I might have been underestimated you a bit.” said Kogami now leaning on his arm, looking at her from up.

Akane turned her head to left to encounter with his soft gaze. “Biggest mistake of yours, i assume.”

Kogami, snorted looking at the ceiling as if praying to god. “ Thats for sure. Should i start counting the times you sent me to hospital room, Tsunemori?”

A rush of blood went to Akane’s cheeks. “ You were not obeying to my orders that time Kogami-san! I apologized a lot.” She stood up on both of her elbows, now same level with his face. Seeing a cheeky yet quite relaxed expression of him caught her off of guard.

“Yeah, you did apologize a lot. Should have been me who did all of it though.” His right hand reached over, slightly brushing away the hair that was hiding her eyes. With the sudden move, Akane held her breath for a time she felt like a year. Not changing his caring expression a couple more seconds, he watched her face in a dreamy look, just before standing up.

He placed his hands on the floor, taking a boost from it, stood up. He hold out his hand to her. Akane, grabbed his hand, realizing the size difference between them once more. Her cheeks got a bit more pinkier.

“You can kick a full grown-ass man from floor to floor, but a small act of chivalry makes you blush.” He chuckled with his hoarse voice. “ You are one of a kind, Akane Tsunemori.”

Akane, not knowing if she should pull her hand back, shrugged. “ Well, at least, i am the first statutory enforcer in the history.”

This stole a full laughter from his lips.

“ I didnt mean about that specific kind.” His smile reached to his eyes. Akane gave him an equal smile, as bright as the stars.

“So, what are we getting tonight?” She realized neither he or she released each other from their hand hold.

“Hmm, what are you in the mood for?” He asked walking together with her to the bench.

“Noodles!”

Kogami, smirked while grabbing his stuff with his free hand. His fingers entwined with her delicate ones.

“Noodles, it is.”

...

[I hope you guys like it, it is my first time writing a ficlet for Shinkane, just a cozy time for them]

and i am sorry for the mistakes that i made dont mind my typos love youuu

[everything-withered]

more soulmate au winteriron?

Aye sir, also available on my ao3.

The Soldier sees red, once.

It shoots across the sky like a star, bright and brilliant, burning through the perpetual night of someone who's never seen his soulmate.

It startles him.

Not enough to throw him visibly off guard, but he makes a noise of confusion that is ignored anyway so at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because the world is still black and white and grey because he'll never get to know his soulmate enough to have the rest of the colors.

Red. Red suits him, though.

The Soldier discovers that it's the colour of blood.

And until very recently, he'd always assumed it was the colour of death as well. But then a target's eyes glaze over and it's not red anymore.

Death is not red.

It drips from split lips and broken skin and cracked knuckles and bullet wounds.

And while the Soldier has been coerced into taking up a mantle of death, it is not death he sees when he sees red.

Whoever his soulmate is, they've given him the ability to see the color of life; bloody and angry, stubborn and relentless. It suits the Soldier. Hydra dress him in all black to hide it better, but when the tactical gear comes off and the Soldier is allowed to shed the shadow and the night, his skin is red from the blood, skin tacky with it. For whatever that's worth, he is a man masquerading as a weapon and he is alive before he is anything else. It's a reminder they cannot take from him, not when they send him out to bleed and be bled.

It's a comforting thought, this reminder, that the Soldier is not a machine they constructed, not a creature summoned from the ether to reign destruction at their behest. He is a man, and they had taken him and twisted him, and made him something else.

His reflection is black and white and grey, and his anger, his despair is red. The mirror lays in shards in the sink.

The Soldier doesn't remember when last he felt something other than nothing, but it started with red.

It started, impossibly with Tony Stark flying across the sky after his retribution in Afghanistan. But this is something he doesn't realize. Not yet. Not yet.

The Soldier sees Iron Man in combat, on a television screen during a recon mission. The armour is red, red, red except for places where it's not. The centre of his chest, the most blatant spot. He wonders at it, wonders what color it is. If anyone knows. If anyone would tell him.

There's no one to ask.

Not even the Captain, when he finds the Soldier after Project Insight.

The Soldier is not who the Captain wants, that man is long gone, and one wrong move, one wrong play is not something he can risk. Not when Iron Man's red-red-red isn't something the Captain respects.

The Soldier finds himself wary of the Captain for that alone.

He can't tell if it's survival instinct or intuition or something else entirely. He doesn't care to examine it. His jont with the Captain will be a temporary one. The Soldier has been found and he must adapt in order to live.

Even if he doesn't deserve to.

The quality of the video is awful but the red. The red is bright against the snow.

He knows why Iron Man is upset. Can feel the force of his grief and his anger and his devastation roiling within the nucleus at the star of him.

With his helmet removed, the man beneath it -- Tony Stark -- is vulnerable, black and white and grey, and wrong, wrong, wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this, is the flicker of a thought, and the Soldier is suddenly desperate for it as he reaches for the black hole in the centre of Tony's chest and tries to pry it out because it doesn't belong, not there, not there. Like an infection, the Soldier has the wild thought that the darkness will spread in him, and for whatever reason the Soldier thinks -- he thinks -- that Tony is meant to be in color.

And then.

Then he is.

But that comes later.

"I'm sorry," the Soldier is saying, harsh and quiet, his fingers are slipping around the black hole of Tony's chest. He can't pull it out. Tony will die. He doesn't want Tony to die. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He doesn't know what expression he's making, or why his face feels wet, but whatever Tony sees, takes the fight right out of him. In a gust of breath, Tony whispers, "You killed her. You killed my mom."

"I'm sorry," he replies, and means it because he hadn't wanted to do the things he did.

He doesn't want the Captain to pull him away from Tony either. Doesn't want to leave him on the ground and the cold and the black and white and grey of this tomb that echoes with his mother's cries. He doesn't want to go, and Tony. Tony looks like he doesn't want the Soldier to go either.

The Soldier refuses to look at the Captain, and maybe that's why he doesn't notice until he's looking in the mirror later that he can see blue.

He knows what it means.

But when he looks for Tony. Pictures. Videos. Articles. Anything. Tony is still black and white and grey.

The Soldier has heard of unrequited soulmates, but he never thought the universe could be so needlessly cruel.

It's not until a year after, arriving at the Compound where the grounds are flush with red flowers, and Tony is waiting for him, does the treacherous human heart of the Soldier thump-thump-thump.

With a beckoning incline of his head, the Soldier follows Tony into his workshop, his lab.

The world contained within hums and breathes -- in shades of red and blue between threads of black and white and grey. Not for the first time, the Soldier wonders how anyone could have thought of Tony as the Merchant of Death when all he coaxes is life.

"You tried to take something from me the last time we met," Tony says, "I want to know why."

"It didn't belong," is his answer.

"You couldn't see the color."

"No."

"The first color you ever saw..."

"Red," he says. "It was the color of your suit, the first time I saw you." And even though it had taken awhile to click, "And everytime I met you after."

Which is how the Soldier knows that Tony could see red too.

His lips quirk. "The Tom Ford?"

"It was a nice tie," the Soldier offers which makes him chuckle, husky and sweet. The Soldier likes the sound. It matches the tone of Tony's skin, now that he knows it.

"The arc reactor," he says, "it keeps me alive."

"It wasn't red."

"No, it would've been too much red," is Tony's sardonic reply, paired with a quirk of his brows. The Soldier can see the shades of brown at his eyes now. He feels flushed. Tony can probably see it beneath his skin.

Reaching for something round, small enough to fit in his palm, big enough that it bulges, Tony says, "This is yours."

The Soldier can do nothing but accept, and finds what was once a black hole in his hand. It's white around the edges, but a frosty blue in the middle. "You wanted it so bad," Tony says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I figured you should get to keep it. There's a case," he adds, almost absentminded. "It's...somewhere, if you want it."

"You don't...need it?" the Soldier asks, tentative, gaze flickering to Tony to take him in, as if he can measure the man's health based on the pallor of his skin now that he can differentiate. The Soldier thinks he could, if he given the opportunity to learn.

With an indulgent smile, Tony says, "Not anymore."

And then his eyes flick, and glow and they're blueblueblue. It's luminous, inhuman. And once the initial activation settles it's a familiar shade too.

The Soldier breathes, reverent, "We match."

And Tony smiles, small and shy, and asks, "Want to know what other colours are out there?"

"You asking to go steady?"

Tony quirks his brows in a tease, "You telling me that Brooklyn twang is real?"

The Soldier laughs and something in Tony's expression goes tender. "What?" He asks. "What color do you see?"

"Nothing I haven't seen before. Just. Hadn't seen you laugh before now. It's nice."

His cheeks flush, and with a grin, Tony adds with a wink, "Red's a good look on you."

[clementineesotsm]

THE KING: ETERNAL MONARCH EP 4, My Appreciation and How It Made Me Feel

Little cool detail about the series was the glitch in the matrix or here it refer as deja vu (as what Nari says later in eps 14/15). It happens when someone crossed the portal, the two world colided, makes Eun Seob could feel the heat of Jo Yeong’s coffee even when they came from a different universe

The beginning of this eps also is my favorite scenes, where JTE keep thinking of Gon because now he is gone, and her trying to figure out whether he is telling the truth or not, somehow its like a lie, somehow its kind of true, she kind of believe it but kind of think it did not makes any sense. Then she flashback to the moment they spend in bamboo forest. Eventhough the conversation they share here was just normal chit chat like when you wants to know more about the person you have interest with, it shows me development in both feelings. Gon ask JTE why she wants to become a police then she says “not everyone can be brave, so i decided to be” Gon thinks she is cool, probably because she knows exactly why she choose the life she is. While watching this i also facinated and thinks that this girl is, cool. Then JTE ask Gon what kind of a King he is, he said “he is a rower, a mathematician, well grown orphan, the owner of four tiger swords, a king who has never been asked such question and try his best not to panic” because as he said he is born to be what he is, not having option to choose other thing. I dont know why but this scene and their conversation made me shed a tear. Especially the last part of Gon’s answer. It was like both shares honesty, its very raw. Loved it.

Back to present, King is back to the palace. What i like about this scene is when PM says that she cannot do math and that her answer was always 0 or minus 1, and that her answer was always wrong. I interpret it as she was wrong again this time and cannot prove the King is running away. That is why she said the result is always wrong (thank god Gon come home in time). Another think i hate from her is she crossed the line many times and being fake. Here we can see her fake laugh and also crossing the lines by saying that King was indebted to her. I love how Gon clapback to her 👏🏼 and damn Gon facial expression was great, kudos to the actor for acting it good.

We got some subtle clue that Gon’s was actually doing “bad” in military 🤓 and that he has some sort of trauma because of the strangled on the neck he received back in 1994. A glimpse of KSJ. I love this kind of detail. Something that i dont think was important is the scene where both detective helping to catch the thief. I mean i get it, they probably wants to show the normal life of the detective, but they can just stick to Lee Sang Do’s case. I hope that we can just cut that scene and change it into something that could made progress to the story? 😬 just my 2 cents.

Anyhow, back to PM Koo. After she get rid of that rude congressman, she dare to come to Prince Buyeong and offer him a position. For me Prince Buyeong was portraying a royal character very well. I can feel that He is classy, well mannered and educated. He says he stay loyal to the King. But here i got an impression that probably many people other than PM trying to shaken his loyalty to the King all the time. Because he has many reason to hate the King to be honest. And upon watching it, i am also afraid he will someday will become a foe. After this intense conversation with PM the scene moves to conversation with King. Which i love a lot because it is added the tension to the viewers of how much burden that Prince Buyeong need to bear on his shoulders.

I felt such a bittersweet feeling of this conversation, they started with a joke about marriage but then Gon seriously asking whether his uncle never once hating him for separating him from his family. I assume because of the treason, the royal family made many restrictions to prevent possibilities of another treason happen. And Gon saying it with a really guilty voice, which made me feel his sadness. He is just a victim but he is forever feeling guilty for everything. Poor boy. But apparently he is asking his uncle to be honest and not to hide anything about this:

Seeing the conversation between Gon snd uncle makes me realize that Gon is having insecurity problem. Because of the trauma that we saw earlier, it affected his character. Not only a ptsd but i bet he always feels scared and cant sleep well everynight. What cruel life, also his love life, coming from a different universe. I seriously cried watching them longing for each other in the library, damn you Gon, JTE and Maze ! Preach to the genius behind the idea to make this scene. Plus we could see JTE finally try to find out about the parallel universe. Its indicates that she wanted to try to understand him and actually cant get Gon out of her mind. Distance really do make the heart grow fonder.

You know, i love KSJ much right? This episode shows a sad life he is living. His mom cannot stop gambling, he is a police. This eps shows us him coming to this gambling place where his mom got a lot of money and catch the ajjosi who owns the place. I love this line of him “mom please look carefully. Taking money from a jerk like this makes me a joke, i cant work as a detective anymore and have to quit” then he let the police also take his mom to prison and he cried downstair. Damn i love him. Great characterc great acting. Made my heart hurt. And also now we finally got to see KSJ mom doppelgänger.

Then we get to see why JTE need to issued a new id card. Destiny is playing or shall i say the flute 🤓 Then the wicked evil uncle finally realize time stopped was the effect of his nephew crossing the portal. I should have said it earlier but the cinematography and the music everytime Lee Rim shows up was great and probably my favorite in the series. And this bad guy who plays Lee Rim was born to play it. He is so good and act his character well. Same as what i describe Prince Buyeong. Damn i love royal villain.

To be continue..

[oikawa-tuwu]

Sitting Room (gn!Reader x Tendou)

Rated T, 2.3k words

Not Home for the Holidays Masterlist

"We're snowed in."

Once upon a time, waking up to a winter wonderland of snow outside your window was something to be excited about. It was the first snow of winter, a sign that the holidays were soon to come! Time to make snowmen and drink hot chocolate and bring out the big old bin of decorations from the attic!

Now, some decade and a half later, all the sight of the snow does is fill you with an inescapable dread.

Someone has to scrape the snow off those sidewalks. Someone has to worry about the heavy snow bringing down a power line. Someone has to put salt on the pavement to prevent ice so someone doesn’t get sued.

And yes, that someone is you, so you roll out of bed, into your best winter clothes, and hurry downstairs. If you’re fast, maybe you can get most of it done before you need to make breakfast. It's not a huge rush; you only have one guest right now, a tall man with red hair, and from the last couple days, you already know likes to sleep in. This snow, however, needs to be gone before your new guest arrives today, so snow first, then breakfast.

You take a deep breath, embracing the warmth of the house for just one last measly second, and go to open the front door.

It doesn’t budge.

Frowning, you double-check the lock, making sure the deadbolt is in the correct position. It is, so you try the door again.

It doesn’t budge.

You push harder.

It. Doesn’t. Budge.

With a grunt, you shove your entire body, every ounce of force you can manage, half-asleep, at seven in the morning, against the door.

It budges. Just a little, just a tiny crack through which you can see the… four feet of snow.

You’re snowed in.

Wonderful .

Shedding your winter gear as you go, you make your way to the sitting room, trying to figure out the next step. Maybe you could call for help? Pay a couple local teenagers to shovel your door free? You have to let your guests in and out somehow , what the hell were you going to do about this new guest-

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Your work phone, so you dig it out of your five million layers, answering the call without even reading the caller ID.

“I have to cancel my reservation,” says the voice. “My train got cancelled because of the snow.”

You hang up the call with mixed feelings. That solves some of the urgency, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed about the missing income. Still, it gives you time to breathe, and think, and you hold your head in your hands for comfort.

You’re sitting there for so long (maybe you accidentally fell back asleep?), that when you look up, you jump. Your guest is awake, leaning against the entryway into the sitting room, one confused eyebrow cocked as he looks you up and down.

“We’re snowed in,” you say.

“I don’t have anywhere to go,” he says, nonchalant. He shrugs, gestures to the television above the fireplace. “I can entertain myself.”

For a second, just a single second, you allow yourself to feel relieved. Maybe you’ll get through this after all.

And with that, the power goes out.

“ Fuck. ”

 

It’s a delicate dance, carefully avoiding being in the same room as your lone guest.

It’s nothing against the guy, Tendou, you believe his name is, but it's… awkward. You can’t leave, you have to use flashlights to get around due to the lack of electricity and lack of sun (thanks again, snow), and you’re lowkey convinced that you’re living in a horror movie, because sometimes you’ll turn around without realizing he followed you into the kitchen and all you see is tall and red and oh my god , oh! It's just Tendou. Again.

You do what chores you can. Changing bedsheets with a flashlight in your teeth, setting out a couple ingredients for dinner (thank god you have a gas stove and can cook dinner at all), vacuuming downstairs ( battery-powered vacuum, thank god), etc.

The lights still don’t turn on.

In all honesty, with the holidays and this storm and on a Saturday , who knows how quickly they’ll get them up and running again.

You check the time.

It’s only eleven.

“Fuck. ”

 

Lunch is sandwiches. Normally, you don’t serve lunch, as most of your guests choose to go out themselves to get it, but that’s, unfortunately, not possible on this fine day. So instead, you throw together a couple cold sandwiches and bring them out to the sitting room.

Tendou is in there already, lounging on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone. At this point, most of the clouds have receded, so, from the light filtering in through the windows, you can see him without need of a flashlight. It’s a welcome change from the narrow beam that only seemed to pick up his ginormous red hair. When he notices you approaching, he clicks off his phone, and doesn’t quite smile out of joy, but gives an awkward, thankful half-smile, as he accepts the plate of food.

Halfway through your sandwich, the silence starts to grate on you.

“Sorry,” you say, setting down your sandwich. “I guess this isn’t how you imagined your holiday going.”

Tendou shrugs. “You can’t control the weather. Besides, I’m not sure what else I would be doing. I booked this trip on a whim.”

“Really? You don’t have anything that you wanted to do while you were out here?”

Tendou ponders the question, chewing on it like he chewed on his sandwich. Finally, he says, “Maybe eat. Find a local sweets shop.”

“There’s one on main street in town,” you say, and your mouth waters remembering some of the treats you’ve bought there. “They’re very good.”

“Good to know.”

It falls silent again (god, were you tired of the silent ), without even the ever-present hum of electronics to distract. You’re debating between your lackluster prepared get-to-know-you questions (top contenders are What do you do for work? and What’s your favorite food? ), when suddenly and without precursor, Tendou throws down his sandwich.

“I’m bored,” he announces, with the disbelief of a man that had never been bored before in his life. “I lied, I can’t entertain myself. Let’s say the snow never melts, lights never come on, what’s our game plan?

You snort. “ Our game plan? Please, after day three it's every person for themselves.”

“I like the way you think, that fear of being murdered will keep things interesting.”

“Exactly.”

Tendou laughs, gleefully. He laughs, and you realize very quickly that you want to make him do that again.

“I’d bet,” Tendou says, leaning back in his loveseat, a challenge in the curl of his lip. “Thirty-six hours in, one of us is jumping off a balcony to take out chances in the snow.”

“What, you think we can’t handle being around each other alone for thirty-six hours?”

Tendou shrugs. “You did threaten to kill me, your perfectly innocent guest, not thirty seconds ago.”

“Please don’t put that in your review.”

There it is again. That laugh. You’ve only seen it twice now, but you’ve already decided you like the way he laughs, throwing his whole body into it, an already expressive face devoted to that pure joy of laughter and humor.

Just two minutes ago, it had been awkward, silent, cold, but that that ice hadn't so much as broken as completely obliterated, like dropping an ice cube on pavement on a blistering summer day.

It's not summer, it's winter, and yet the chill of the big old house sans the central heating slowly fades away at the sound of Tendou's gleeful laughter.

"Why don't you have any decorations?" Tendou asks, once his giggles have subsided, and he glances about the sitting room. His voice takes a melodic, teasing lilt. "It's the holiday season , isn't it?"

Now that was a question you had been asking yourself recently. Everytime you walk past the attic ladder, you have half a mind to just get it over with, pull out the box and go crazy with the lights and tinsel, but you always hesitate with your hand on the door. Something about this year just didn’t feel real. It felt like you were stagnant in November, a weird limbo where the holidays never come.

It never seemed to feel real until it snowed. The first real snow that sticks.

Well. Crossed that bridge.

“I haven’t put them out yet,” you say, finally. “They’re up in the attic, I just haven’t had time to bring them out.”

“Let’s go then,” Tendou announces, pushing aside his empty plate and standing from the couch. “Lead the way.”

You blink up at him, trying to catch up with his leaps and bounds and grins. “Right now?”

“Do you have something else you need to be doing right now?”

Fair point.

It takes a fair amount of maneuvering to get the both of you into the cramped and dark attic. Thankfully, Tendou was smart enough to bring his phone with him, so he turns on the flash and directs it towards a group of cardboard boxes. There, scribbled with marker, it says holiday decorations , so you make some noise of triumph, carefully sliding between Tendou and another pile of boxes to reach the decorations. Unfortunately (fortunately?), that means the two of you are incredibly close, close enough that your sides brush and you can smell his cologne, something just a touch sweet, like the first whiff after walking into a bakery.

One hand bracing the box, you take a second to relax. It’s too much, him, this, that laugh, too much.

“Need help?” Tendou asks, leaning over your shoulder to peek at what it is holding you up.

You clear your throat, carefully inching around the boxes so that he’s not so close that you can smell that cologne. You go to lift the box, but before you can, Tendou tosses his phone to you, and as you fumble to catch it, Tendou picks up the box instead.

“Could you shine that light on the steps so I don’t kill myself?” Tendou asks, still smiling despite the giant, heavy box of holiday decorations in his hands. Silently, you do, and all three of you: the box, Tendou, and you, make it down the attic ladder and back down to the sitting room in one piece.

Tendou flips open the lid, revealing the mess of blue, white, red, and green.

The both of you get to work.

The first thing to come out of the box is the garland, plastic greenery with little lights, so the first strand goes on top of the fireplace, and as you go to head back into the entryway to wrap the second strand around the stairwell as well, Tendou unearths… the snowman.

It’s an old thing. Small, a little more cream-colored in the places it should really be white colored, with a missing button on its jacket. Where the rest of the decorations are clean, new, commercial, like an artfully staged set for a Hallmark movie, this piece is a little more… homely.

“And who is this guy?” Tendou asks, lifting the plush.

How to explain the snowman? In all honesty, you can’t even remember where it came from. Maybe it was a garage sale, bought as a joke? Maybe one of your employee’s kids had made it, hence why it had never been thrown away. In the end, you suppose it doesn’t matter, because over the years, it became a staple of your holiday decorations.

"Its my snowman. His name is Jeffery."

"Jeffery," Tendou repeats. "Alright."

With a giggle, you take the garland and continue on your way back to the stairwell.

You hear Tendou talking to the snowman, something unintelligible, until you manage to make out the word, "Fireplace."

“If you kill my snowman, I’m killing you,” you shout back, and Tendou’s laugh echoes through the whole downstairs.

When you return to the sitting room, you see the snowman resting peaceful on top of the garland, the centerpiece of the fireplace mantle.

Slowly, the pile of decorations in the box dwindles, and the room looks more and more holiday-esque, fairy lights and snowflakes and candles and garland abound.

Finally, the last decoration, one last snowflake to hang from the wall, is hung up, and the box is empty.

The clock in the corner reads 4 pm, and you wonder where all the time went. Wasn't it just noon?

You glance around the room again. The two of you did a good job, and you’re sure once the lights are on again, the view will be beautiful.

“We did good,” you remark, and when Tendou’s hand slips into yours, much softer and gentler than you expected, you don’t complain about it.

And then, with impeccable timing as always, the power comes back, starting with the hum of the heat making its way through the vents, and then the lamp in the corner flicks on, and then all the fairy-lights, twinkling bright, and, sure enough, its breathtaking in its entirety, and you feel that little rush that comes with the holidays.

You look at Tendou and Tendou looks at you and you both grin.

“We did really good.”

 

It’s a couple weeks before you check your bed and breakfast’s review page. Probably longer than you should have waited, and immediately there's one review in particular sticks out, so you click the link to read it in its entirety.

 

Tendou Satori 5 out of 5 stars

owner of B & B threatened to kill me on multiple occasions. 10/10 would stay again.

Successfully resisted the urge to write about Candlenights, you are very welcome. I was also super tempted to roll out the mistletoe this chapter too (it was gonna be hella smooth too), but nah, saving that for another chapter. Maybe I'll write it anyways and post it as an extra or smth. I'll see you in five days for Kuroo's! (Which is actually the first one that I wrote, like two weeks ago! I really like it 😌)

[mxchowind]

Hello! Um I would like to ask for a match up for my friend please!She's a 147cm straight female and an Enfj,Aries, Ravenclaw. She has long straight/wavyish black hair and huge puppy brown eyes she loves to sing but she's too modest and shy,her singings great but she's insecure,she can be a little too nice which makes people dislike her as they think she has ulterior motives,she's also kinda like a doormat, she's always kind to people even if they dislike her..

She's honestly the sweetest angel but she can be pretty cunning and smart too, she's top of our year, can cook, bake and sing well, she literally does everything well but she's too modest and always puts herself down, and always puts others first, she's worried about making people mad or guilty as she's quite a crowd pleaser but that's what's charming about her! She's really pretty too like too pretty, she always gets the most chocolates during Valentines!

She's actually not just short but really Petit too! She has really small feet, ears, and hands but she doesn't mind it and actually likes it! She says she feels warm and safe when she holds hands with us friends or other people with bigger hands! She is really affectionate and loves to give and receive hugs and head pats, and even though she's small she's really strong!!(like super strong!!) She can be very daring and straight forward too! when it counts at least!

She loves wearing other people's clothes too and since she's really Petit she looks absolutely tiny in other's clothes She is super duper cute and ( a little manipulative haha ) can really put her huge puppy dog eyes to use! overall she is a really warm and sweet girl!! I'm sorry that it's super long...and I understand if you only do a part of it or if you feel uncomfortable with doing it!! Oh and please take your time doing this match up! Don't stress yourself and Please put yourself first and remember to take care of yourself!! Stay safe and healthy!!💮

HELLO THANK YOU FOR POPPING IN AND I WILL MATCH HER UP NOW!!!! you must love your friend a lot its so sweet akjsfskkdgkdfhj so i will try my best to put in lots of efforts in this!! im not sure if you wanted me to write the headcanons in third person or second so i will just go with second!!

i match her with.. 

Diluc from Mondstadt and Tartaglia/Childe from Liyue! well childe isnt rlly in liyue but HE APPEARS THERE IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN PASJDSFJSKDJGKJSG okay yes sorry i keep ont alking to myself i am d e admeat and broe i literally need more pics of tartaglia i already used this one before what am i d o i n g

Diluc:

He loves how short you are, and adores the colour of your hair, the length of your wavy locks, and to every bit of you. 

Diluc admires your will to stay strong even if people expresses direct hate. He’s always there, when you can’t take it anymore, you can turn to him, because he’s always been a supporter, your supporter, after all. 

But if those people keep on bothering you with such audacity, Diluc cannot withstand it and will make a move. He is known to make his moves at night, after all.

His first step is a letter. To warn those people. Most of the times it works well, but if they harass you physically- sorry but they have to say goodbye and look at that claymore haha. 

No, Diluc doesn’t go that violent of course, but he make sure his opinions are heard so they stop coming. 

Aside from fending you in the dark, he loves hearing you sing. Your voice is like a calm sea to him, with every melody expressed he feels- at ease. Whether it’s after a long day at work, signing off papers, or just being together with you, he requests you to sing. Because you two are in his private quarters, you’re no longer as shy and he would praise you with so much love. 

When Diluc come home from an exhausting day, you would often bake for him to relax, and not to mention your skills are over the top, he enjoys it more than the chef’s dishes. Perhaps he should just live with your cooking. 

Because of how small you are, he would envelope you into hugs and hold your hand, he enjoys looking at your petite features all the same. Your eyes- there’s something irresistible to them, so he asks if he could kiss you. 

In which, the answer is always yes. 

His kiss is always gentle, nothing too rush of that sort. He takes his time, telling you that his heart belongs to you, and you only. Diluc proves his loyalty, always. It’s impossible to catch him somewhere with another female, because his whole existence is devoted to you. 

One time, you borrowed his clothes and oversized jacket, and surprised him when he came back from a day of work. 

What to say, you looked absolutely..

adorable.

It was so hard not to hug you right there, he endured and waited until it was just the two of you, alone. 

Then he went in length to make sure you know you’re loved. 

What a buffoon of a man, but yours only. 

Tartaglia:

He finds your height- interesting to say the least.

Both of you are cunning, and engaged in complicated matters, so you became a great help to his bank affairs, always helping to lessen his load. 

Childe likes to pick you up, bridal style and all. Reason is, the beating of your heart against his brings calm over him, and he could just forget about being a Fatui. 

When he brings you to visit Snezhnaya, it’s truly cold there so he lets you borrow his clothes and coats, dressing you in those oversized attire which he found funny- yet adorable at the very same moment. 

Your eyes bring such tremble and a tug at his heartstrings he might as well pass away on the spot. Childe loves seeing you like this. 

When it comes to his identity- he wished for you not to find out at all, but he still told you after your pursue on the said topic. 

Hearing such terrible things he has to do- you gave him a warm embrace and patted his head, whispering ‘‘it will be okay, I’ll be with you, no matter what.’’

‘‘Even if my hands are tainted with blood that no water can afford to wash away?’’

‘‘Even if that. Your hands are warm, so stay with me, Childe.’’

That was heartfelt to him, because he was so close to shedding tears- his long broken heart finally coming back in one good place. 

That aside, he does tease you a lot on your small hands, or petite ears- but your eyes are really beautiful, well, you are beautiful to him. 

Childe especially enjoys it when you sing the songs of his childhood, those ever-so-familiar melodies rushing back to him. Not to mention- he is rather protective of you. 

‘‘I hope this is only for me to hear, because I absolutely adore the way you sound, my angel!’’

You blush quite hard at his flirts everytime, but he does like teasing you. 

You never made him mad, and the man would always jump into a fight despite you saying there’s no need- 

So he single-handedly beats the living daylight out of ruin guards.

just for fun.

You’re worried, of course, but the way he fights is also exquisite- almost like art, a dance. If he comes back with a scar- you would scold him, then express your worries. 

‘‘You’re such a worrywart, my love! But it’s fine, i’m so glad to have someone that hold concerns towards me.’’

[heavenly-roman]

Bait

Plot: Remus has a plan. He just needs the perfect bait - Logan seems to be the answer

Warnings: kidnapping (and everything that comes along with that), unsympathetic remus, feelings of worthlessness, feelings of abandonment and inadequacy, one (1) ‘swear’, one (1) kiss

Pairing(s): logince, platonic dlamp

Word Count: 1955

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inspired by this gorgeous artwork by @sandy-sides !!! thank u for letting me write this story based on your work!!!

(ao3 link!!)

+++

It’s late. Logan knows it’s late. Does that stop him from hunching over his desk to finish his work that could very well be done in the morning? Absolutely not. 

The thumping footsteps in the hallway alert him to someone’s presence, calling, “come in!” before they could even knock. 

“You’re no fun,” Remus pouts, opening and closing the door rather quietly for the chaotic side. Logan looks him over once, the rope in his hand not alarming him as much as it should - classic Remus to have some sort of unsettling item in his hand. What does alarm him, however, is the sinister grin on Remus’ face. 

Attempting to overlook it, Logan asks, “Is there something you needed, Remus?”

The grin on his face grows, as does his grip on the rope. Logan’s eyes widen, something unfamiliar panging in his chest - fear.

“Bait.”

+++

Logan awakes, his head spinning and muscles aching. He tries to adjust his glasses but finds he is unable to. His shoulders scream in protest of his movements, and Logan connects the dots. That must be what the rope Remus was carrying was for. Surveying the area, albeit slightly blurry, the logical side quickly assumes he is in a basement of some sort - whether it was created in the imagination or is attached to the mindscape, he is unaware.

He hears the thumping footsteps again, and feels his body freeze in fear. He concludes he doesn’t quite like this new feeling. 

The chair he is sat on creaks as he tries to examine his area a bit more, as well as find the source of the footsteps. Before he can get a good look behind him, a cold hand jerks his head to face forward, sending his glasses further down his nose.  Another hand adjusts his glasses to their rightful spot, and a sickly sweet voice whispers in his ear, “can’t have you too incapacitated, now can we darling?”

“Where are we, Remus? And why am I here? I have work to do and-” Logan’s questioning is cut off by Remus’ hand slapping over his mouth, the other one still holding his chin.

“That’s quite enough from you, Logic,” he spits the title like it’s poison on his tongue, throwing Logan’s head to the side. ”Keep it up and I might have to put that pretty little tie to better use.”

Remus circles Logan’s chair, and Logan briefly considers sticking his leg out to trip his captor - his better judgement and his incapacitated leg decide otherwise. The creative side stops his pacing directly in front of the chair and leans down, coming face to face with his prisoner.

Remus tugs on Logan’s tie, pulling him uncomfortably closer and causing the rope to bite into his skin some more. “You’ll make the perfect bait for everyone, little Logic.”

Logan scoffs, “you honestly believe anyone will come looking for me?”

Remus’ smirk falters slightly, and Logan almost, almost, believes the look on his face could be mistaken for pity, sympathy, understanding. But he plasters it back on and leans impossibly closer, practically touching noses now, and whispers, “you’d better hope so.”

+++

Logan doesn’t know how long it’s been since Remus left him before his thoughts start running wild. 

They’re not looking for you. 

The feeling of the rope grows familiar. 

They would’ve found you by now, if they really cared. 

He notices the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He never took Remus for a lover of cliches. 

They’re better off without you. 

He starts to believe his thoughts. 

You’re useless. 

He’s useless. 

+++

The next time he hears footsteps, they’re softer. He knows it’s still Remus, the tell-tale sound of his clunky boots are always there, no matter how quiet Remus tries to be. Despite his best efforts, Logan still hopes it’s one of the others coming for him.

“Poor Logan.”

Despite his best efforts, Logan is still disappointed.

“Still expecting your friends, are we?” Remus’ pout is fake, taunting Logan. “Or can we still call them friends?” 

When he doesn’t respond, Remus continues, “You know, my original plan was to lure them all here to save you, but this? Breaking down sweet little Logic into realising that he really isn’t one of them? That they don’t truly love him? That they’re better off without him? This is much better than the original plan.”

“Unfortunately for you, your secondary plan is not working, as I do not believe any of the things you mentioned,” Logan replies, looking forward and avoiding eye contact. Maybe if he lies enough, Deceit will appear and he’ll be saved.

Please, he’s probably just as happy as the rest of them that you’re gone. Remus did them all a favour.

“Whatever you say, Logi Bear.” Remus begins walking out again, footsteps resuming their heaviness. He flicks the light switch off, leaving Logan in complete darkness. “Whatever you say.”

+++

Logan awakes to his tie being shoved in his mouth, and shouting echoing from outside the door.

“It seems my plan has worked, albeit a little late,” Remus whispers in his ear. “If you so much as make a sound, I will tear off your fingers and make you eat them. Got it?”

Logan nods, whimpering when Remus pulls his hair for good measure. “Good boy.” Remus pats Logan’s cheek and crouches near the door. 

The shouting and banging is getting louder, when the door bursts open. A flash of purple blurs passed Logan before he shuts his eyes, the bright light from the hallway a sharp contrast to the dim lighting he has grown accustomed to in the time he has been here.

His eyes open when hands gently cup his face and Roman, horrified, whispers, “Logan?” 

Logan tries to respond, forgetting Remus’ threat and the tie in his mouth, when he spots Remus rising from his crouched position and brandishing his morning star. He curses his inability to warn Roman, when someone - Deceit? It can’t be - yells, ‘Roman, look out!”

Roman startles and unsheathes his sword, swiftly moving and blocking his brother’s strike from now hitting Logan. The clanging of the metal causes Logan to close his eyes again, and he feels deft fingers carefully untying his wrists. Another pair of hands tug on the ropes around his ankles, cursing when they won’t come undone. Logan hears a victorious cheer and winces as he hears heavy footsteps move towards him.

“Logan? It’s just me, you’re okay,” Roman speaks softly, trying his best as to not scare the other. Logan slowly opens his eyes and watches Roman’s worried expression turn into a small smile. He looks down and sees Deceit finally free one leg, just as Virgil comes to assist with the other, and his hands fall to his side. Patton rubs up and down Logan’s arms, presumably trying to get feeling back into them. Roman gently pulls the gag from Logan’s mouth and the latter gasps in a full breath, earning sympathetic looks from his friends. Logan glances around Roman and sees Remus on the ground, knocked out cold.

Roman crouches to his eye level and wipes his cheek, swiping away the tears he didn’t know were falling. They silently agree to talk about that some other time, and Roman pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. It’s not something Logan would’ve usually appreciated, but he squeezes back, and if Roman sheds a tear or two at that, Logan doesn’t need to know.

“Did-” Logan speaks as he reluctantly pulls away from Roman. His voice is hoarse, he clears his throat before he continues. “Did you guys seriously use Virgil as a door ram?”

Logan smiles as he hears his friends laugh, a sound he so dearly missed. Patton rounds the chair and nudges Roman out of his way, helping Logan stand and acting as a support. “Are you okay, kiddo?” Logan pauses to think for a moment. 

Are you okay? Well, that’s a loaded question. Physically, yes, you are okay. Mentally? How does one tell their friends that they thought they didn’t care about you, and left you tied to a chair with one of their deranged brothers? How can you-

“I’m fine, I suppose,” Logan cuts off his thoughts after a few seconds, sick of those words being the only ones he has heard for a while. “However, I really have to piss.” 

+++

It’s late. Logan knows it’s late. Does that stop him from reading over the abandoned work on his desk that he very well could have done in the morning? Absolutely not.

There are thumping footsteps in the hallway again, and Logan feels his blood run cold. He cautiously locks the door and grabs the closest thing to him to use as a weapon, which happens to be a letter opener. It won’t match against Remus’ onslaught of weapons, but he hopes that the element of surprise will be in his favour. Still, the knock on the door startles him.

“Logan?” His shoulders slump at the voice. “Can I come in?

Logan lowers his makeshift defence, but doesn’t put it away just yet - after all, he could be tricked. He unlocks the door and opens it a crack, peeking out to see Roman’s features scrunched up in concern. Letting out a breath, Logan fully opens the door and lets Roman in. 

“Talk to me.”

They sit beside each other on the bed, Logan leaning on Roman’s shoulder as the creative side holds him in a side hug. Logan visibly relaxes into Roman’s embrace. “I don’t know how to express my feelings, Roman.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking, then. I’m here to listen.”

“I’m scared, Roman. I’m so… I can’t sleep, did you know that? I can’t sleep because everytime I close my eyes I’m afraid that I’ll open them and he’ll be staring at me and this will have all been a cruel dream and you still haven’t found me because you don’t want to. It’s illogical, I know, but I can't help but just be so damn afraid.” Logan doesn’t mean to blurt it all out, but he does, and he ignores the tears rolling down his face.

“Not everything you do has to be completely logical,” Roman tilts Logan’s chin up so they’re looking into each others eyes. He smiles sadly and wipes a tear from Logan’s cheek. “You went through something traumatic, Logan, and that’s okay.”

Roman takes a deep breath before continuing, “And I’m sorry. I’m sorry we didn’t find you sooner. We were searching everywhere, I promise. Patton even went down into the basement, you know how much he hates it down there and - and I’m sorry. About everything. About Remus.”

“You don’t have to apologize for him,” Logan sniffles and inches his face closer to his companion’s. His voice quiets to a whisper. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you- Roman you saved me. You’re… my hero.”

Roman leans down ever so slightly, lips barely brushing Logan’s. “Is this okay?” he asks, moving his hand to hold the back of Logan’s neck. The latter nods, and Roman connects their lips in a gentle kiss. Logan’s hands move to hold Roman’s face, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs.

Logan pulls away and smiles, the first real smile Roman has seen since they found him. Roman returns the smile, and Logan feels metaphorical butterflies in his stomach.

“As your hero,” Roman starts, “It is my sworn duty to protect you, from monsters and evil twin brothers alike. So I’ll be here, I’ll be your hero, whenever you need me to be.”

“Do you think you could start by being my hero tonight?” Logan asks. He adds, sheepishly, “Stay?”

Roman smiles, and kisses Logan on the top of the head. “It would be my honour.”

[imasoftieuwu]

"It's all gonna be alright, I'm here"

YangYang X Reader

Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Fluff, Angst?

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Swearing, Mentions of abuse

"Shit" you yelled as body came in contact with the ground results from the force of the bomb exploding. "They are really ready to roast this city huh." you thought, the government doesn't seem to mind the fact that people still exist in the city alongside with the zombies. Which are the product of a so called experiment to modify human genes, just to satisfy scientists' curiosity. The thirst that lead to soon destruction of not just hummanity but this whole earth, they only ever asked if they could do it but never stopped to think if they should and that leads to this. A zom freaking bie apocalypse, yes you heard that right what was once harmless fiction is now a nightmare people have to face on a daily basis.

"Oh lord! Y/N what the fuck just happened jesus" Kun ran to you hurriedly, his face contorted with worries. "Really, can't you tell? I just survived another bomb attack from our almighty government." Kun eyes traveled to your right leg where the flesh was ripped opened deep enough to show your bone. "What the hell happened to your leg?" Kun winced, and you flashed him a shit eating grin saying "Oh come on, you've seen my bones enough times to not be shock." Kun shaked his head disappointingly pulling out his first aid kid from his backpack. After bandaging your messed up leg and leading you back to an abandoned house, which is going to be your shed for some times, a day that is. You can't just stop, you have to be constantly moving from place to place picking up food and supplies on your way. Kun layed you down onto a couch and made sure that you were in a comfortable position before heading out. You drifted to sleep under the moonlight illuminating through the crevices of the boarded-up windows, wishing this is just a nightmare and you will wake up to the normal world before all of this resuming your carefree life. Your eyes fluttered shut as memories played in your mind like a movie.

"YangYang you scared me!" You gasped dramatically placing a hand on your chest as you twisted the door knob to close the front door. YangYang pulled you into a tight hug, you can't help but notice all the bruises and cuts littered all over his face and arms. "Did they hurt you again?" You asked, brows knitting you already know the answer and have seen him like this countless of times before but it still hurts you to see him battered up by his own family, people who are supposed to protect him not hurt him. "Well, that's why I'm here." He grinned scratching the back of his head nervously. "But it's ok, I'm fine. We're here now so do you wanna go?" He raised an eyebrow. You nodded firmly taking his outstretched hand, everytime you were with him it's as if time had stopped and all the worries faded away because in that moment in your own world it's only you and YangYang holding each other, drowning in love.

You picked up your pace as the rain is starting to fall, drops after drops of rain fell relentlessly onto your skin. The prickling sting of each drops of rain, the way the cold pierced through your skin, the way dampened clothes stick onto your skin is so vivid. It was freezing but you felt so warm as long as your hand is still in his, his grinning face as he turns around holding you tight running down the empty street etched into your mind.

YangYang pulled you into a playground, you crouched inside the small playhouse still soaking wet from the heavy rain. You sat there for a while, hands still intertwined staring out at the pouring rain. As time passed, the rain starts to calm little by little until it reduced to nothing. "The rain stopped!" You said smiling at YangYang, the rain had stopped but the wind grew larger and larger causing you to shivered as the cold intensified. YangYang pulled you into a tight warm embrace "But it's still cold, we should stay in here for a while." You nodded softly burrying your face into the crook of his neck.

The wind have dried your drenched self and its starting to get warmer, you took a deep breathe taking in his scent "I wish we can stay like this forever." he whispered. You whispered back a "Me too." before pulling away, he looks so ethereal under the moonlight you can't help but cup his face in your hands. "You look unreal." the words left your lips before you can even process what's happening, your cheeks turned bright red at the relisation of what you just said as his matches the shade of yours. His eyes widened as he whispers a small thanks, he quickly composed himself and pulled you out of the playhouse.

You adored the moon shining above, swinging your legs while sitting on a tree branch beside YangYang who was still holding your hand. You squeezed his hand turning to face him and said "It's all gonna be alright, I'm here" giving him a reassuring smile before resuming your gaze back onto the moon. He picked a flower from the tree and tucked it under your left ear, "You look prettier than the flower and even more with the flower!" YangYang exclaimed smilling widely at you. Your heart swelled up at his words and a smile stretched across your face, you gave him a tiny punch to his chest "Your such a sweet talker." you pouted. You sat and laughed on the tree fingers never leaving each other's reminiscing the nights where you would sneak out just like this and watch the sunrise. This night was like any others but little did you know it would be the last before the outbreak. As the sun slowly started to rise from the horizon, "Y/N." YangYang called you softly and looked at you with adoring eyes before he spoke again "Y/N, I love..." His voice faded away before he could complete the sentence, YangYang endearing smile is replaced by a scowling Kun.

Kun was restlessly pancing back and forth, contemplating on whether to wake you up or not. You were badly injured yesterday and needed to rest but the zombies won't rest. You opened your eyes to Kun face hovering over yours, his knitting brows relaxed. "We gotta get moving Y/N, the zombies were bombed yesterday but more is coming." Kun sighed, handing you your bag filled with water and canned food he had scavenged last night. You lifted up your shotgun to check if it's loaded, of course it is Kun is the most cautious person you've ever known, he probably checked the guns at least 3 times.

You swinged the bag over your shoulder as you stood up completely forgetting about your right leg. "Ouch!" you yelped as the pain from your leg shoots up to your head. Kun rushed over to your side settling you back down to the couch. The force from standing up abruptly must have opened up the wound as your leg is bleeding through the bandage. "The bandage needed to be change either ways." Kun said wrapping up your leg with new bandage, "Done!" he exclaimed, you replied with a "Thank you." and Kun waved it off with a smile.

"How are we going to run out of this city with this?" you gestured to your injured leg, "Ah, about that no worries. YangYang will pick us up." your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name, the image of his warm smile and outstretched hand flowed into your mind. "YangYang?" you questioned, you haven't seen each other for months since your team splitted up to scavenge for supplies since it was running low and YangYang group ended up getting trapped in Minnesota. "They got out of Minnesota somehow, Xiaojun called me yesterday." Kun explained, "But how, didn't they closed the border?" you asked confused, "They probably blew up the border or something." he half joked, "That's a very YangYang and Hendery thing to do." you laughed.

The all too familiar growl and banging on the front door replaced the smile on your face with a serious expression. "Shit they must have smelt the blood" Kun clicked his toungue, but something is off. The zombies shouldn't be here right now, there is no way they could travelled such distance in just one night. Yesterday's explosion was large enough to cook all of the zombies in this city and possibly the one next to it. Based on the look on Kun's face you figured he must have known that this is not just those normal zombies that you are going to deal with, and normal zombies were enough to sends shivers down your spine. All the hairs on your body stood up, just the thought of evolved zombies knocked the air out of your lungs. "When did these little shits became pokemons?" you joked, cracking a smile from Kun, "Pokemons or not we still need to kick those little shits' asses don't we."

A swarm of mutant zombies barged in at the moment Kun twisted the doorknob, he stood behind the door and started to fire at the creatures with his riffle. They were much faster, more brutal and harder to kill that's for sure, confirming your earlier thoughts. It took not only one but double or triple shot right in the head to make the horrid creature crumble into a goey, bloody mess under Kun's feet. He was able to took down most of the zombies before they dashed to you at an inhuman pace, you aimed your shotgun right in front of the zombie's head before pulling the trigger and blasting it's head open. Kun reloaded his riffle and continued to shoot at the zombies at a relentless pace, a zombie managed to grab a hold of your right arm. You swiftly pulled out a knife from your pocket and stabbed right through it's skull as Kun blew up the last zombie's head that were heading towards you.

"Well, that was a workout." Kun huffed wiping the sweats on his forehead smearing the blood from his hand onto his head without even noticing. "You got something on your face Kun." you bursted out laughing, Kun's confused face didn't help as you were laughing so hard tears escaped your eyes. "Oh!" he gasped before pulling out a pack of wet tissue and wiped the blood of his face, hands and gun. He handed you the pack of wet tissues, you stifled out a "Thank you." still laughing and clutching your stomachache. "Oh come on, Y/N." Kun groaned, "I'm sorry." you huffed trying to stop the laugh but it's almost impossible.

Lucas poked his head out from the opened door, "Long time no see man!" he squealed running to you and Kun almost tripping on a zombie's blown-up brain. "That was close!" he yelped, staring wide-eyed at the pile of zombies, their guts and skull scattering everywhere on the floor. The scene earned a gag from Ten standing right behind Lucas, "Jesus you two did that? Alone?" Ten praised still gagging, Ten is ruthless in the battlefield and is one of the most skilled shooter in the State, chances of him dying from gagging at zombies corspes are even higher than being eaten by one. Lucas pouted shooting you a thumbs up with a big grin across his face, "Good job man!" he gave Kun and you each a pat on the back. "Um... are we going?" WinWin called from the van, "Yep!" Kun shouted and gestured to Lucas to lend him a hand. Kun and Lucas carried you into the van and settled you down into the back row. "Thank you!" you gave them a shining smile, "No problem." Lucas smiled back.

Your eyes lit up, your lips curled up into a smile as you threw your arms around YangYang's neck, his eyes crinkled into a crescent and the image of the outstretched grin on his face that is always on your mind now is staring right at you. YangYang gave a peck on your cheek, and pulled you into a suffocating hug "Ugh, get a room wouldn't you." Xiaojun shot you a disgusting look and dramatically gagged. "Are you jealous?" WinWin looked at Xiaojun suspiciously. YangYang reluctantly pulled away from the hug to let you breathe, the laughter grew louder and louder as everyone was making fun of Xiaojun's lonely status. Xiaojun would always say he just doesn't want to and if he did he would have 5 girlfriends at a time, no one believed in such a blatant lie of course. Sometimes you do feel bad for him, he's always known as the lonely nerd and girls wouldn't spare him a glance but it's always fun to tease Xiaojun.

YangYang snaked his arm through your back and pulled you to close the tiny distance between your bodies, smiling sweetly at you and tapped his shoulder instructing you to lean your head on his broad shoulder. You swear you could get diabetes someday because of his smile, you plugged in your earphone handing him to the other piece and played your favorite song. The song that you and YangYang would hum together sitting by the river with your feet dipped into the cool water and hands intertwined. The tune that the little boy with disheveled hair, bruised body, and the brightest smile would sing softly in a field of cattails by the flowing stream. The tune that led you to the little boy that is now holding you close and humming that same tune into your ear, patting your head softly and running his long fingers through your lushes locks. He intertwined his hand that was wrapped around your waist with yours, leaning onto your head and whispered "I love you" three words the left your heart hammered in your chest and joy to rush throughout your body. You closed your eyes and whispered an "I love you too." to YangYang, you can feel his smile with your eyes closed, he squeezed your hand reassuringly "It's gonna be alright, I'm here." were the last words you heard before drifting off into a deep slumber.

[fairyjun]

[9:50 PM] You glared at your phone screen, eyes desperately searching for another answer despite the blatant truth in front of them. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes whenever you saw the score you had gotten on your first final of the day, bottom lip beginning to quiver. Your first final hadn’t gone well despite hours of studying in preparation.

“Hey {Y/N} what do you-“ You heard a male’s voice from behind you, and when you turned to face him, Kun quickly came to a halt. His eyes widened at the current state you were in and he quickly rushed to wipe the tears that were now being shed.

“Sweetheart what happened?” He questioned in such a soft and caring tone, caressing the sides of your face. His concern was evident in his eyes, his tone, his gentle hold on you. You leaned into his touch, longing for his comfort. You sniffled, hesitation washing over you. You didn’t want to tell him the grade you had gotten. Despite his incredibly busy schedule, he still used his spare time to help you study until the ungodly hours of the night, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. Instead, you show him your phone and he quickly scanned the screen. A frown began to tug at the corners of his lips and just at his expression you felt so disheartened.

“A-are you disappointed in me?” You managed to get out in between sobs. An expression of utter shock now took place upon the male’s features and he pulled you into his arms, hand gliding up and down your back comfortingly.

“Disappointed? Why would I ever be disappointed in you?” He whispered, clearly distressed at the fact that you would ever think he’d be upset at you over something like that.

“I just.. you worked so hard to help me study and I still..” You trailed off, gulping. You felt Kun pull away, hands trailing up to rest on either side of your face. A sweet smile adorned his features, his gaze stern. He made your heart skip a beat everytime he looked at you with such admiration, eyes filled with nothing but love for you.

“I could never be disappointed in you. And you shouldn’t be either. One bad grade doesn’t dictate who you are as a person. I know your worth and I know how smart and dedicated you are. That doesn’t change because of one exam.” His words brought you comfort, a sigh of relief emitting from you. You smiled weakly back up at him before he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you...” you mumble, nuzzling your face into his chest and pulling him back in for another hug. He chuckled softly, resting his chin atop your head.

“I love you too.”

[jojoreadwhat]

can i stay at home? i don’t want to go / honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

Lucy's POV.

I lied on my new mattress, staring at the freshly hung tapestry, draped with lights on the other side of the room. Waiting patiently for one of the girls to pull me along to this party that I was dreading.

I decided to get ahead of myself before I was fashionably late, rummaging through my closet, pulling out at cute little outfit. Simply a loose pullover sweater, some necklaces that danced around my neck. Hugging jeans that gave a little bit of curvature, and my docs. There was no way I was leaving without edge. Lacing them up before planting myself in front of my mirror.

Did I have to go? I just want to stay home.

I thought to myself, moving onto my hair as I separated it into a half do. Loose baby hairs hanging around my face, almost making it heart shaped.

A small town girl who was stuck in daydreams but scared for them to come true. So used to being the home body she knew for so long.

Lucy you're going. End of story. My mind commanded back, it was right.

I had to advantage of the whole idea. Take on adventures I never endured before, fulfill that crave of a new scream. Being stuck in my worry mind wasn't going to get me anywhere. It was time to introduce myself.

I smoothed the fabric down on the torso of my sweater, "Lucy! Are you ready?!" Liz had called from down the hall, startling me from my self-induced daze.

I did a double check at myself in the gold trimmed mirror before scanning my room for my hobo bag, and my phone.

"Be right there!" I replied, taking my over-abused copy of To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf from my night stand and stuffing it into the jam packed bag. Shutting off my light, and leaving the twinkle lights to dance in the dark.

What? Who knows if this party is a flop? At least I'm prepared to venture elsewhere...

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The party was much more crowded than I had anticipated. But it was completely different than the few I could count on my hand that I had been to back home.

The flat was filled with booze smelling breath, interlaced with the odor of a musty skunk from the Mary Jane making its rounds. Hypnotic indie sounds of Pixies 'Hey' played faintly against the banter of the crowd.

They pulled me right into the action, with a little help from Liz and Abby introducing me to everyone. I swear if furniture could talk, I think they would've introduced me to them too. Talking for me like I was four, which I didn't have much of problem with because since I got here. My anxiety was preparing for take off at NASA.

They were all nice, very welcoming and so interested in what I was here for. Almost being like this new 'thing' for everyone.

Eventually though I was able to make friends with the sofa in the middle of the living room. Sipping rum and coke, observing like I always do. And nodding to whatever had played next.

But that didn't last long before two sucking faces were going at it next to me.

I found myself pondering away from the sofa. Steadying myself against a wall, observing at a higher angle of 5'3.

Laughs and loud talk still surfacing, I felt a little bit creepy as I sipped at my drink and scanned. I found myself eventually glued to the glowing screen of my phone. Jotting down things about the party for my journal. Switching apps between Tumblr, Facebook & Instagram. Reading the outpouring support from my friends and family that had gotten wind of my new journey.

In the middle of an emotional post from my brother, the tone of the room had changed. My head shot up to the unison roar that had taken over. Four new figures joining the tight space, all dressed in black from head to toe.

As much as I wanted to go back to the post, my eyes were still stuck in the direction of the new faces. Each one of them shading something intriguingly different from one another.

One was a tall, slightly lanky with an upper broad build. His hair covered under a cap, flipped back to front. A white tee, complimenting his black jeans and was the only one with a colored jacket. Almost like honey mustard. Flashing a very friendly grin as he was pulled into a hug by one of the party goers.

Two were slightly bearded men, one muscular than the other. One of them seemed to be very shy, barely making contact with anyone who had made an effort. The other a complete opposite or at least he showed off about. Wrapping his arm around a friend near, incredibly loud with his banter and talk.

All three being easy to paint pictures of as they expressed themselves immediately after walking through that front door.

But the fourth one... Not so much.

He was something else, his hair almost like dark chocolate, loosely tied up into one of those 'trendy' man buns with a black turtleneck that wrapped tightly like a non-threatening noose that was complimented by a jean jacket. Over a thin but slendered out build. Toned in all the right places. My eyes scanning down to his tight black pants with a hole torn at the knee and some vans. Topping it all off with these tiny rimmed grandpa glasses that made me gush.

He definitely caught your eye from the rest of the posse he had come in with. And everyone noticed it too, practically throwing themselves at him.All pretty, upper crest gals. He didn't seem to mind... He seemed used to it.

I couldn't pry my eyes away. Tracing him like he was etched braille on a sign, but still unable to figure out who he was.

I watched as his lavished lips curled from the attention he was receiving.

Oh my god. I thought to myself.

My eyes had widened, being caught in crossfire when his dark ones collided with mine. Timidly, I trailed down to my feet. Trying to play cool that, maybe just maybe he was looking next to me at the red head.

Nope, he caught me. I answered myself as I met his gaze again. I bit my lip, engulfing myself into my drink as I mentally tried washing out the embarrassment.

When I didn't feel his glare against me anymore, I scanned the room once more. Thinking of a way to escape and breath. Finally my eyes spotting the french doors that led to the back yard.

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I made my way through the crowd, swaying along to the song everyone was dancing to. I opened the door, to the lightly lit backyard that surround an in ground pool. The lights in the pool reflecting off the blue water. I sighed to myself, not a person in sight. Just me, the moon and silence.

I walked around a bit, placing my bag down on a chair. The autumn breezing catching the hem of my sweater. Before I settled, sitting above the water on the diving board. My boots had barely touched the water as it danced under the moon. Turning the page where I left off, retreating to my back up plan.

"For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures...."

A summit of the most true, sincere way into my homebody heart. Solitude.

Engulfed in the lines that I had read over and over many times before, feeling new everytime I needed reminding.

But the solitude and silence I was searching for out here had been misplaced. I didn't realize I wasn't alone anymore..

"Not much for parties?" The unfamiliar voice laced with a thick accent greeted, startling me from the trance I was in.

I turned to follow the voice, and I couldn't believe it.

It was him.

The pool lights reflecting off him, leaving him in a glow.

Before I could answer, I had lost my balance on board and fell into pool. The arms that had verbally pushed me in were outreached. Pulling me onto the ledge. Gasping and trying to regain my breath that was ambushed by the rush of cold hitting my skin.

He helped me to my feet, walking me to one of the chairs that had aligned the pool. He walked away for a second, scanning the yard until he had found what he was looking for. Coming back with two towels and handling me one as he placed the other over my shoulders.

"You're a bit clumsy too." He smirked, taking a seat on the chair next to me.

"You could say that." I replied, not running off my tongue so melodically like it did his.

He was staring a bit, watching as I ran one of the towels across my face.

"You're the American girl... Cindy?" He hesitantly began, I smirked at what I thought was so... mysterious. Was so scared of guessing my name wrong.

"It's Lucy." I corrected, meeting his chestnut eyes.  So much more vibrant than I had seen them before.

He smiled, relieved that I didn't hit him or something. "I like that better... I'm Matty." He replied, placing his hand out to shake. His skin so soft to touch.

We were sitting in silence for a moment, I was trying to regain my thoughts after the plunge I took. He was looking at me, then back at the pool. Squinting his eyes at it before rising from his seat. My eyes followed as he bent down to grab something from the water. My book.

"Virginia Woolf... You're into classics?" He asked, walking back to where he once rose from.

I nodded, "They're my favorite..." And it was the truth. I enjoyed old proper grammar.

He smiled, handing it over to me with an apologetic look on his face. I smiled at him, reassuring that I wasn't mad. "It's seen it's better days."

"So, what brings you to London?" He began, I chuckled looking back at pool. "Didn't the whole party tell you my life story?" I remarked. Since the girls just blabbed everything but my social number.

He nodded, "But I want to hear it from you.."

His voice hitting me like wild winds during a hurricane. I gulped, finding myself intimidated and unsure on how to make myself appealing.

"I write." I replied, different visions of those two words falling from my mouth, floating in my head. And I ended up there.

But to my dismay, he didn't seem mind.

Books became a big deal, but it didn't stop there. Questions pouring from his mouth, I found myself watching it as each word fell. His lips moving around them in such perfect sync.

I was watching those words shrivel to shreds when Liz had come into view. Signaling that we were heading out soon. I retorted that I'd be there in a second, placing my eyes back onto Matty's.

He was staring a bit intently now, kind of making me nervous. "Is everything alright?" I asked, was there something in my teeth?

He nodded, "Your eyes. They're like crystals."

I felt my cheeks overflowing with shades of red, but before I could thank him. Liz was calling me again.

"I've gotta go." I insisted, rising from the metal chair. "It was really nice talking to you."

Flinging my bag over my shoulder, and turning on my heel.

"I'll see you around... Blue." He remarked after me, awaiting impatiently on our next encounter.

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