#and im so fucking stubborn in my sadness that i won't even go get help after years of crying about wanting it & now finally having resources

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 nishimura riki x f!reader genre. fluff, tiny angst. synopsis. in which riki gets super jealous, which unfortunately means he also gets super cranky! 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ 776. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, kisses, skinship, cursing, insecurities. ୭ৎ 𝑙una notes ⋆.˚ we love leehan here!! 🫶🫶 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱

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THE ROOM WAS FILLED WITH CHATTER AND GIGGLES, you and riki threw a little get together at your house as you had it to yourselves this weekend.

you couldn't help but laugh, feeling tears leave your eyes as your friend leehan told another one of his ridiculous jokes.

the two of you had been friends for years, long before you had even met riki.

you enjoyed leehan’s company; he was like an older brother you’ve never had, as you grew up as an only child. — more under cut !

he was always looking out for you growing up and teasing you often, and also makes you laugh.

however, not everyone found your friendship with leehan as amusing.

riki, your boyfriend, was sitting across the room, his eyes fixed on you and leehan with a huge frown painted on his face.

you could feel the tension radiating off him.

you tried to ignore it, hoping he would understand that your relationship with leehan was purely platonic after reassuring him multiple times already.

as the evening wore on, you noticed riki becoming more and more withdrawn.

when leehan had finally left, along with the rest of your friends you walked over to riki, who was now staring out the window, his jaw clenched, refusing to look your way.

"riki," you say softly, caressing his arm.

"are you okay, ki?"

he turned to look at you, scoffing as his eyes were filled with a mix of frustration and hurt.

"do you really have to ask?"

you sighed, knowing exactly what he was feeling, you felt this way before with one of riki’s dance partners but you didn’t get mad at riki, he was being stubborn.

was it bad that it gave you a bit of butterflies? knowing that riki liked you that much to the point where he’s this jealous!

"riki, leehan is just a friend. you know that."

riki ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh.

"i know baby, but... i can't help it. i still get jealous, y/n. i hate seeing you laugh and smile with him like that. it makes me feel like i don’t make you happy enough.."

your heart ached at his words. you reached out and cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"riki, you’re more than enough for me. i love you, and nothing is going to change that. leehan is just a close friend, and he means nothing more to me than that. you are the one i want to be with, you don’t need to be jealous, my heart belongs to you and you only."

riki searched your eyes, looking for any hint of doubt. when he found none, he let out a shaky breath as he felt tears running down his cheeks, wiping them harshly in embarrassment.

"fuck- im sorry, i just... i don't want to lose you."

"you won't, ki" you whispered, cupping his cheeks and leaning in to kiss him softly.

"you're the only one for me, riki. i promise."

he kissed you back, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.

the tension and sadness of the evening melted away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of being in each other's arms.

when you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers gently stroking his cheek.

"do you trust me?" you asked softly.

riki nodded, his eyes filled with lovestuck gaze.

"i do. i'm sorry for being so jealous. it's just... you're so important to me, i can’t control myself, it’s childish."

"it’s not riki, i get it.”

“and you're important to me too,"

you adding, a pink blush painting your cheeks as riki cooed at your adorability, pulling you into his arms smiling.

"now, how about we spend the rest of the evening together, just the two of us? no more jealousy, no more worrying. just us."

riki kissed your cheek and leaned his blushing face into the warmth of your neck, the tension finally leaving his body.

"i'd like that."

you spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, watching 2000s romcoms and gossiping about everything and nothing.

riki's jealousy faded away as he realized just how much you loved him, and you made sure to remind him every day that he was more than enough for you.

but oh, how he was still so jealous of leehan!

you grinned lazily as you felt yourself falling into a deep slumber in riki’s arms, your heart swelling with love.

"night night, ki. i will always love you."

you mumbled as you fell asleep, leaving a red faced riki with big eyes and jaw slacked open, wide awake.

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AAAAH THIS ONE I LOVE IT IT BROKE ME BUT HEALED ME 😭❤️‍🩹

QUOTES:

Santino, baby, please listen to John 😭🙏

"Stop and think for half a second. You have to go to the gas station, right now? You're addicted, Santino. I want to hear you say it."

First of all, I really love how this was described like IT'S REALLY GOOD IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN. Second, AAHHH Santino snapped 😭

A terrified looked flashed through Santino's eyes. He looked like he was about to break down, so John took a step forward. Too late, he realized that could make Santino feel even more cornered. Before he knew it, all of that nervous energy went straight into Santino's arm and he slapped him across the face.

Santino's react broke me because he stepped back and was expecting John to return the slap 💔

"Fanculo. Cosa ho fatto... [Fuck. What did I do...]" Santino backed away from him in horror like he expected to receive the same thing back tenfold.

Holy shit, John was struggling. The trauma this guy has 😞

"I'm not mad at you, l'm - l'm having a visceral reaction. Give me a second." He shut his eyes and breathed. Not this from Santino...there were so few places he felt safe. So few people he felt safe with... He felt himself going into fighting mode. Everything shutting down. Danger everywhere.

OMG GRABBED EACH OTHER BY THROAT 😭

It barely even stung, and they'd fought hand to hand before, grabbed each other by the throat.

AAHGGH MY HEARTTTTT THIS WAS SO SAD 😭💔

For an instant, he felt terribly alone, as if Santino didn't care for him in return. He was willing to hold himself back, but Santino couldn't do the same for him, never learned how.

OKAY HEART HEALED ❤️‍🩹 SOFT KISS ON THE CHEEK IM GONNA CRY

There was something against his cheek. Flutteringly light, like a butterfly. He opened his eyes and realized Santino was kissing him, right over the spot that he'd struck. John sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. They looked at each other, both terribly sad and not fully knowing what to do.

"You can slap me back if you want to." BRB IM GONNA CRY INTO MY PILLOW 😭 THIS WHOLE PART

"Please say something, John. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. How do I make this right? You can slap me back if you want."

"No. I don't," he said firmly, and pulled Santino into his arms.

"Then what do I do?" His head was buried in John's chest. All the anger of their fight was burned away and he started sobbing

"Hey, it's okay. You saw what I did there? I took a minute? Do that next time. I'Il show you. We'll work on it."

"But what about this time? I wish I could take it back."

AAAAH MY HUSBANDS LET'S ALL CRY TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭 and Santino saying that he doesn't deserve him... that he is violent... baby 😞

"Well...that's what happens when you hurt someone. You can't undo it." John knew that better than anybody. "But I forgive you." He sighed deeply through the heaviness in his lungs and rubbed Santino's back, waiting for him to grow calm again.

"I don't deserve you. l'm violent, John. You were just trying to help me..."

"I was," John said. "I'm still going to."

He clung to John, with his fists closed on the back of his shirt. "Okay. I won't go to the gas station. And.and I'1I do what you say next time I get angry. I don't ever want to hurt you again."

Santino is a small guy who sometimes can't control his anger and snaps, he literally can't hurt John 😭

"You couldn't hurt me, love. Even if you tried." Santino laughed too, a little bitterly. It was true - at the end of the day, John could take him in a fight. "But...hank you. It means a lot to me that you don't want to. I know that's not who you want to be."

I'm just gonna quote everything at this point but AAAAH Santino's stubbornness put to good use :3 💙

He pulled back to look John in the eyes, despite the mess that his face had become. It's not who I want to be. And I won't be, I absolutely refuse." There was his stubbornness, put to good use for once. John took in the sight with deep fondness.

NAUIU THIS MADE WANNA CRY AGAIN 😭 "my little saint" omgggg I'm not crying YOU ARE

"You're a good person, Santino."

He just shook his head. "If l'm a good person, you're a saint."

"And you're my little saint, getting better every day." John kissed the top of his head. "I'll guard you. Even from yourself."

The last part really hit the spots, that was so sad but in a good, you know what I mean 😭

Every time someone calls Santino "my little saint" I WANNA CRY BECAUSE HE IS A LITTLE SAINT C'MON 😭 IT'S SO WHOLESOME

I love this one so much, and this one actually made me feel everything (I mean like all of them, but this one is really on an emotional level) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS 💙🖤💙🖤💙🖤💙🖤

HIIIIIIII

This randomly showed up in my head yesterday, perfect for the hurt/comfort hyperfixation that I've been feeling lately :P

Santino and John having an argument about idk what, but it got too much for Santino and when John got closer to him just because he actually wanted to calm him down because he realized how much upset Santino got, Santino slapped him.

And Santino immediately regrets it and starts crying and apologizing how he didn't mean to do that and wants to kiss John's burning cheek. And John hugs him and rubs his back, murmuring to him that it's okay, he is not mad or anything and lets him cry into his shoulder.

Brb crying 😭

Oh wow, this one is so sad 😭 I took it a little bit darker I think (as I usually do, hahaaa) because I think a slap like that would trigger John. He's been in too many fights, and Santino is normally one of the few people he can feel safe with, so it would actually be really upsetting for him and Santino has to comfort him too.

♥♥ A Slap From a Saint ♥♥

Disclaimer: Do not try this at home!! This is an abusive scenario. If someone puts hands on you in the heat of an argument, even just a slap, my advice would be to LEAVE. Don’t come back until they’ve had a lot of therapy, if at all.

TW: argument, slap, discussion of smoking and addiction

“Stop throwing out my fucking cigarettes! I TOLD you – “

“No. I’m not gonna let you smoke yourself to death.” Santino was rifling through his desk looking for any more, but he wasn’t going to find any. John had gotten to those too. The argument had started when Santino noticed them missing from the nightstand. Then he checked the bathroom cabinet and they were gone from there as well. If John had done his job well (and he thought he had), then Santino wouldn’t find any in the whole house. Granted, he would just buy more. But having to do that so urgently might at least force him to face the problem.

John just watched him while he slammed drawers shut. He looked tired. Worked up. He was frowning, with deep bags under his eyes. It had been a long day, John knew, and he was expecting a smoke when he got home. John felt really bad for him.

“You know, you have no right! It’s my business if I smoke or not. I can do what I want with my own health. You always fucking act like you know what’s best and I’m sick of it.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” John growled.

He glared, and grabbed his keys. “I’m going to the gas station.”

John stepped in his path. “Stop and think for half a second. You have to go to the gas station, right now? You’re addicted, Santino. I want to hear you say it.”

A terrified looked flashed through Santino’s eyes. He looked like he was about to break down, so John took a step forward. Too late, he realized that could make Santino feel even more cornered. Before he knew it, all of that nervous energy went straight into Santino’s arm and he slapped him across the face.

The room was suddenly very quiet.

“Fanculo. Cosa ho fatto… [Fuck. What did I do…]” Santino backed away from him in horror like he expected to receive the same thing back tenfold. Maybe because of the inadvertent, instinctual rage that had just hardened John’s features. “…I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not mad at you, I’m – I’m having a visceral reaction. Give me a second.” He shut his eyes and breathed. Not this from Santino…there were so few places he felt safe. So few people he felt safe with… He felt himself going into fighting mode. Everything shutting down. Danger everywhere. And just wave after wave of anger, physical anger. It demanded to be channeled into something so he channeled it into holding perfectly still, his muscles so frozen that they ached.

This was absurd. It’s just a slap. He didn’t even hit you. Don’t make this a whole thing. It barely even stung, and they’d fought hand to hand before, grabbed each other by the throat. But this was different. This wasn’t because they were enemies, or rivals over a contract. It was because Santino couldn’t see past his own rage long enough to hold back. To hold back like John was doing now, for his sake. For an instant, he felt terribly alone, as if Santino didn’t care for him in return. He was willing to hold himself back, but Santino couldn’t do the same for him, never learned how.

Never learned how. Never learned. Be patient with him.

There was something against his cheek. Flutteringly light, like a butterfly. He opened his eyes and realized Santino was kissing him, right over the spot that he’d struck. John sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. They looked at each other, both terribly sad and not fully knowing what to do.

“Please say something, John. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. How do I make this right? You can slap me back if you want.”

“No. I don’t,” he said firmly, and pulled Santino into his arms.

“Then what do I do?” His head was buried in John’s chest. All the anger of their fight was burned away and he started sobbing.

“Hey, it’s okay. You saw what I did there? I took a minute? Do that next time. I’ll show you. We’ll work on it.”

“But what about this time? I wish I could take it back.”

“Well…that’s what happens when you hurt someone. You can’t undo it.” John knew that better than anybody. “But I forgive you.” He sighed deeply through the heaviness in his lungs and rubbed Santino’s back, waiting for him to grow calm again.

“I don’t deserve you. I’m violent, John. You were just trying to help me…”

“I was,” John said. “I’m still going to.”

He clung to John, with his fists closed on the back of his shirt. “Okay. I won’t go to the gas station. And…and I’ll do what you say next time I get angry. I don’t ever want to hurt you again.”

He almost laughed at that. “You couldn’t hurt me, love. Even if you tried.” Santino laughed too, a little bitterly. It was true – at the end of the day, John could take him in a fight. “But…thank you. It means a lot to me that you don’t want to. I know that’s not who you want to be.”

He pulled back to look John in the eyes, despite the mess that his face had become. “It’s not who I want to be. And I won’t be, I absolutely refuse.” There was his stubbornness, put to good use for once. John took in the sight with deep fondness.

“You’re a good person, Santino.”

He just shook his head. “If I’m a good person, you’re a saint.”

“And you’re my little saint, getting better every day.” John kissed the top of his head. “I’ll guard you. Even from yourself.”

[thehoundwrites]

Hi

I hope you're doing well. Anyway, can I request Sevika And Grayson with a reader who has anger issues headcanons please?

Yesss I hope you don't mind if I add characters, I wanted to try writing Mel.

Characters: Sevika Grayson Ambessa Mel

minors DNI :)

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Sevika:

Sevika doesn't understand how you can get angry so easily, and honestly your aggression stresses her out And even the she is used to hot heads she normally didn't feel the need to protect the idiots who couldn't control themselves. She's probably gonna be a bit of a dick later too "seeee, it really wasn't that bad". She wouldn't do it when your angry because in that moment the only thing she wants is for you to calm the fuck down.

Sevika isn't the type to really need to control herself often. She understands life fucking sucks, that there's so much to be angry about. That's why she does what she does. Outbursts don't solve shit, so why be angry, why be sad, it won't get better unless you change it. She's not very in tune with her emotions (if that wasn't obvious) She will try to talk you down offer you a drink, or a cigarette or whatever helps you. She'd give you whatever she could and help you however you can.

"It's not that big of a deal doll"

"Not to you!!"

"Don't yell at me I'm trying to help you"

"I didn't ask for your help! You don't have to be in control all the time. It's okay just take a fucking step back"

"God why do you have to be so difficult"

"Why are you still here then???"

"Because I love you, you moron. I'll be outside I'm not taking the brunt of this"

She'll smoke nearly half of her pack before you come sit with her. Sevika will ask you if you want to talk about what happened, but she wouldn't push it on you. She probably wouldn't want to talk about it either. She'd offer you a drag of the cigarette she had if not she'll hold your hand either way, much gentler than usual. She'd graze the skin of your knuckles with her calloused fingers she'd give you a kiss on you forehead if you let her.

Grayson:

Grayson can be very stubborn, and honestly a bit loud, however it probably takes a while to get her to yell. But she gets being so overwhelmed with no outlet. A part of the reason she became an enforcer is to let it out. She thought she could fix them from the inside out. She couldn't. And all that anger over time has turned to bitterness, then sadness, then acceptance. Shes an old woman she doesn't want to waste anymore time on grudges or resentments.

But seeing you worked up often gets her worked up. It ends up with you two bickering like well, and old married couple. Grayson and you tend to complement eachother well, because despite your anger she gives amazing advice. She tends to know what to say to you, you don't know how she does it, she's so empathetic even if what you're angry about is ridiculous she'll understand why you're angry about it. Because she really gets it, her core was bubbling with the wrath of Zaun for so long, sometimes you'll even get that old match kicking and the two of you end up doing something productive thats good for the both of you.

"That's ridiculous dear"

"I KNOW!"

"Baby please don't yell"

"Im sorry I just"

"No no I get it, that's outrageous. But don't get so worked up why don't we just fix it"

"HOW I don't see any magic fucking miracles babe"

"We always find a way don't we my dove"

She'll coo at you and before you know it that arm is snaked around your hip and you're pressed to her. No time to be angry if such a beautiful women is going to help you fix it.

"Grayson, c'mon be serious"

Her fingers trace up your arms.

"I'm so serious, we're gonna make this all better together aren't we"

"that's not the point I-"

"don't you want me to help"

"yes but Gr-"

"Then it can wait another minute while a spoil my peach until she stops yelling at me"

"oh"

"I'm sorry, I wasnt trying to yell at you"

"I know, why do you think I'm still here beautiful?"

Ambessa:

Ambessa has (had) kids, she knows what a tantrum is but she can honestly just set you over the edge sometimes. She'll use that motherly tone at you when she decides you're feelings aren't reasonable. Well yea sometimes they don't make sense to you but they're valid.

Shes known to call your outbursts, fits or tantrums which really pisses you off.

"Calm down, you're overreacting"

"No, don't tell me to calm down Bess."

"You're throwing a fit, calm down and we can discuss this like adults"

"Im not throwing a fit I have every right to be angry!"

"As do I! We all do, yet only children run around and scream about it. Are you a child?"

"What the fuck, why can't you just take a minute to think about someone else."

"I put my life on the line everyday, I have sent my daughter away so she could remain safe despite the brutality of our home country. I think about others every day. And I will not have you questioning me or yelling at me over something as little as this."

"Bess, don't be like that I'm not angry at you"

"I know"

Ambessa will have you questioning yourself. Especially how to control yourself. She compared you to a kid. You'd have to initiate any conversation over your feelings about what she says.

Mel:

Mel is probably right there with you, she often can control herself in the public. Albeit her council meetings, parties or events. She even stayed behind to finish work, or fix some loose ends or irregularities that happened so often in her line of work. She can get angry at the littlest of things, when there's so much on her back. The two of you can often get tense, but she'll rarely yell at you. She does nag you though. Mel tends to start arguments sometimes but will walk away. You think she's trying to get you more pissed in the moment, but you realize all the two of you need is a little space and a lot of love.

Bickering doesn happen often though, she ends up mostly just validating whatever your angry at and the two of you will talk shit about it, and end up laughing or joking. Especially if it's a person, it ends up just being ridiculous. Mel can make you smile through your anger either with the power and connection she has to make whatever angered you stop.

"This guy at work keeps fucking talking to me"

"Ew, tell him to go away"

"No it's really getting fucking annoying"

"Show me"

"What?"

"Sweetheart, show me what he looks like. Did you forget who I am?"

"Whatever"

You pull up a picture on your phone. And show her, her eyes widened and she let out the biggest dorkiest laugh.

"Oh my god, he does not think he has a chance with you."

Shes still laughing. But shoves your phone away.

"What do you mean!?"

"Oh sweetheart ask him how his mom is and tell the boss, what a creep"

"Not his mom!? Mel???"

"I'm sure of it look at him, he's like a wet looking dog"

"I'll have his shift changed immediately, darling no need to sweat. That boy is doing enough of that already."

[dolokhoded]

me starting to actually write this even though it still very obviously has some plot wholes

that ralbert au where race commits war crimes

i think it's really cute

so pulitzer is the big bad guy here for i'm basic reasons

has created some,, weird ass dumb ass evil empire

destroyed a couple towns

caused some battles

divided the world

y'know. stuff like that.

starting off with some spicy unfinished plot 🤩 but lbh it doesn't really matter anyways we're all just here for ralbert

anyways, race and al's families? pretty big part of that.

they're both supposed to take over their fathers' jobs when they grow up

said jobs basically being,, in charge of,,, unleashing people to raid entire towns and burn them to the ground

they grew up side by side, have always been best friends, never seen without each other

but understandably when they started growing up and understanding what was going on around them it,,,,,,, troubled them

and they dealed with it Very Differently

albert did Not like it

he was angry, and he was sad that this was what he was supposed to become and he was already never close with his family so it wasn't really hard for him to decide he didn't want anything to do with them anymore

race,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, okay look

deep inside him race knew what was going on was,,, s o wrong

but race was also from a big tight family, it was so much easier for him to just,,,,,, shut all of that out and pretend he was just doing what was better for them

it was hard for him, it was his family

still you can understand how well it went for them when albert left and race refused to go with him

they were 17 at the time

people against pulitzer's whole thing were obviously not very,,,,,,,,, well appreciated?

the moment albert ran away he was art of the defiance. he was a traitor.

but he was also still dasilva's son and they wanted them on their side, so they wouldn't seriously hurt him

doesn't mean they stopped looking for him

he shared an apartment with romeo and finch for a while, it was in a pretty lowkey neighborhood and they covered for him

and through them he met the rest of the newsies :) who actively helped in trying to help people who's homes were destroyed by pulitzer

there were people actively fighting him too but the newsies were mostly in charge of that

well, until albert and his non-existent impulse control arrived anyways

cause look,,,,, race was being trained for a reason, and eventually he took over

so when you see this ur ex-best friend who you're in love with but have a lot of repressed feelings for, both good and bad, that you decide to dump in the 'im angry' pile and just pretend you hate him and no longer care about him,,,,, fighting occurs

and there was a bit of controversy about albert joining them because "it's the dasilva boy romeo he was specifically trained to kick our asses" but that slowly turns into "yea ok he's very legit but for the love of god someone s t o p him the next time he tries to kiLL SOMEONE-"

that's a hyperbole, of course. even as rivals, albert wouldn't kill race. he barely even hurts him.

if anything, he even kind of looks out for him

he knows he's not supposed to but somehow he still can't bring himself to let race get hurt

besides let's be honest, most of their encounters are just an excuse to bitch at each other, they'd never do anything they know would seriously hurt the other

they know each other pretty well, they grew up together, they know each other's strengths and weaknesses

which is a pretty big advantage for them, honestly

enter,,,, albert dasilva's galaxy brain and the newsies' favorite game

Is Albert A Strategic Genius Or Is He Just In Love With Race

"no i've got this i know race!! i can use that against him!!!! i can guess his every move!!!! that's how well i know him!!!! i can recognize him in a room of like a billion people!!!!! it's my ultra strategic mind!!!! i can tell the sound of his voice from miles away!!!! it's because im so invested!!!!"

specs is like "in the mission or in race"

and albert is like "WHATEVER ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IT'S MY STRATEGIC MIND"

"I AM A MACHINE SPECS"

"you're chronically dumb"

"S T R A T E G I C M I N D."

albert really came in like well race's plan's gonna be ruined cause IM IN LOVE WITH HIM >:) what a fuckin loser

all this aside,,,,,,, albert never stops trying to get race on their side .

now RACETRACK,,,,,,,,,

we have a WHOLE LOT of being an asshole as a defense mechanism from this boy

in race's eyes, albert abandoned him

in race's eyes, he was given up on. he just wasn't enough to keep him there.

he can't see anything but that and never in a million years would he bring himself to believe albert still cares about him

he'd be getting his hopes too high and letting down his guard, and he can't afford to do that.

race doesn't notice albert trying to help him, he doesn't notice albert very carefully avoiding injuring him, he doesn't notice how albert will never say anything that would hurt him

albert's always protective of race, regardless of if he's beside or against him

which leads us to how once race eventually does get hurt, seriously hurt, literally no one bats an eye when albert returns with race unconscious, demanding they get him help

which they do, cause albert has not shut up about race for like one second, the newsies might as well know as much about him as albert did

naturally when race woke up he,,, had questions

and then he saw albert

he was sat on a chair next to him, sleeping

and this is the first time he's seen him like this in ages

and he gets a little chocked up because holy shit he almost forgot albert was,,,,,like,,, a person

and it wasn't necessary to only see him when fighting

he still had a life and friends and people he loved and he wasn't just this dude who left them because he didn't give a shit about anyone

he could genuinely care for people and he could love people and race just remembered how much he wished he could be one of those people

and how much he wished he could be albert's favorite person again and just sit and talk and laugh with him like they used to

cause that's a part of albert he'd forced himself to just forget about

and then al wakes up and he sees him looking up at him and he's like

"how're you feeling"

and then he's sad cause it's much harder to know albert is a good person with real feelings and he's capable of loving so much and race thinks he's just one of the people who will never get that side of him and he just

"fuck off"

they fight

because of course they do

they're not really sure on what terms they are at this point, and there's so much they need to get out there

at first race is just,,,, stubborn

he won't listen, he demands they let him go back

"we can just let you go, idiot, i shouldn't have ever brought you here in the first place!"

"then why did you?"

and al just shrugs it away as if he hasn't been in love with him for years and would never forgive himself if he left him there to bleed

they just go yelling at each other back and forth for a while until inevitably albert's non-existent impulse control makes his return

and he,,,,, very angrily tells him he loves him

and everything just stops cause that's the one thing race though he'd never hear him say again

and race is literally holding his breath cause he's scared he'll ruin it if he moves in the slightest and it'll all turn out to be in his head but it's not cause when he tells albert he loves him back he's still there and he just,,

takes race's face in his hands and kisses him so softly it's like they weren't just screaming at each other's faces

romeo just fuckin pokes his head in like "i heard yelling but i also heard i love you so i'll assume some of those unresolved feelings were let out and we're all ready to have a nice long healthy chat, yeah? :D"

so they do

they talk. for,,,,,,,,, a long time.

needless to say, race stays

he loves his family and maybe he'll be back for them, maybe he'll help them but he recognizes what's the priority here

plus it's a little clearer now that he doesn't have all those feelings to worry about, and it's been a while since he was actually accepted and loved, which the newsies did instantly. it's pretty obvious where he belongs now.

this au still has,,,,, SO much to unpack, holy shit, but i decided to leave this post here cause,,,,, i can't do all of that now. i might at some point though, if people actually are interested, there's a lot of hurt/comfort from this point. there's the nightmares part which is v soft and i adore it, THERE'S JUST A LOT TO UNPACK. so yeah, i'm finally posting this, ralbert stans, come get y'all's juice.

[kyutown]

Good evening my liege! 💖 I was intrigued to find out about you while diving deeper into tumblr hell so, I am here with a plead to ship me with nct and svt, of you'd be so kind ✨

Alright so for starters, I'm an infp! I'm a generally well-mannered person with people I meet for the first time, borderline sweet and awkward at the same time. I like not to overinvest in first meetings with people and sometimes I think I am somewhat defensive of myself. My emotions always show on my face, both the good and the bad ones. So if someone does say something that I find offensive or whatnot, it SHOWS. I generally hate rude and offensive people all together, as well as people who are vulgar if we're not well acquainted first.

I'm not good at starting conversations and I usually just tend to listen to my friends talk most of the time. It's not like I have nothing to say but I really like listening to my favorite people ramble on about things they love or generally talk about their lives. Im a pretty good listener and I am always objective, even with my family. I won't hold back and I will give you my honest opinion in every case. I always try to see from all perspectives, maybe that's why I'm often somewhat indecisive.

That being said, I really don't shut up about things I love or my hobbies. I'm usually the mood maker of the group as I hate conflict and tension. I am a very sarcastic and cynical person in general and that reflects on my humor, which can vary from vulgar to very dark and inappropriate. Yes, the type of person that will try to hold in their laughter cause I made a mental joke to a funeral. I love witty, stimulating and deep conversations. I'm not that big on casual chitchat but it's okay most of the time I guess.

I'm the personification of open-minded and im also quite opinionated and I can back up my arguments if needed but I tend to avoid getting into heated conversations cause again, my mind reads it as tension. I love being around friends doing nothing and everything but most of the time, I find alone time to be very healing for my mind and soul. I find authenticity and weird little quirks that people have extremely attractive. I'm somewhat stubborn as well.

I also used to have stress and anxiety issues, not anything serious but enough that I had trouble sleeping at night. It was just a few years ago that I decided to not care about every single thing and have a more of a "fuck that" approach in life and honestly, I've never imagined that it would be so liberating. I regained my confidence, physically and mentally, it was an empowering process! I really do believe that self-exploring and healing is the no1 most important thing that someone can do. Love yourself first and foremost and fck what anybody thinks.

So, moving on xD I am a romantic and soft deep down, even though I try not to show sad emotions when around people. But you can be sure I cry at random rescuing dog videos, or videos with people helping each other. I love humanity but hate it at the same time? 😂 Idk if that makes sense, it is what I feel lol I love to learn new random stuff! I'm currently studying linguistics and uni and I aim to be a translator or interpreter, cause i love languages and the cultural differences that come with it. Hence my undying love for music of different genres and languages! Music relaxes me and I couldn't imagine going on without it for more than 3 days. While I do tend to listen to kpop which is more upbeat and experimental, I also LOVE Latin music and rock. I love love traveling around the world! My hobbies include drawing which I'm self taught, fashion and creative writing! I tend to daydream A LOT during the day and so many ideas pop up in my head. I love exploring other cultures' religions and beliefs as well as mythology. I always found it fascinating. I love plants as well! My room is basically a garden xD I also love mystical but also borderline creepy and gory stuff xD I call skulls "pretty" the same way I would call a puppy "cute" 🤣 I'm aware οf that but I can't help but enjoy the look of horror in people's faces xD

oh, I really enjoy observing people as well! Not in a weird way! Their mannerisms, the way they speak, their features. I also love thriller and horror movies the most as well as dark social drama ones. You know, with murders, suicides etc I like how in even the tiniest ways they depict our society as people and frankly, it's sad but I try to be optimistic and keep a positive approach in life. I also really appreciate stand-up comedy xD

Closing up this huge essay, some last things xD I, and I cannot stress this enough, am unable to flirt. Like at all. I can't even maintain eye contact for more than two Seconds. I wish I was kidding. Sadly I'm not 😂Weird thing is, turns out I am actually able to flirt but I'm not aware I'm doing it?? I'm a master at text flirting apparently lololol. What I am, is also called DENSE AS SHIT when it comes to couple things. True story, if you want to do the freaky with your s/o and you need me to leave the room you better TELL ME RIGHT TO MY FACE or else, we gon be there aaaaall night xD And its actually a remarkable feature of mine, considering how dirty minded I usually am lol

I also think I'm touch starved sometimes, like I really like hugs and cuddling and teasing but I'm not gonna ask for it🥺I'm a night owl and I tend to procrastinate a lot. I can't work efficiently if there's not a deadline, like I need that pressure on me in order to function xD My weak spot is actually to act whiny and needy and cutely in front of me. I can do ANYTHING that u ask me of when this happens. And if I show any resistance, JUST KEEP IT UP. I'm jelly on the floor when this happens. Idfk why, it just works?? My sister is abusing the sht out of this method 😭I can't say I make friends easily, cause I believe I do come off as maybe off-putting or weird at times, plus as I said if you're really cant shove your conversation in my face the first time we meet, imma be just an awkward ball of giggles and smiles and "can I go home now pls" 🤣 My general aesthetic / vibes would be sunsets on beaches, soft grunge, cottage core, lofi and hedge witch aesthetics!

Okay so, I think that's everything and probably way more than u needed, so thank you for reading everything my stupid ass wrote❤️

hi! thank you for responding!

for nct, i think yuta would be a nice fit! yuta also likes rock as his favorite band is one ok rock which is a rock band. i feel like you guys would always listen to music (not always rock) and would enjoy making time go by like this!

for seventeen, i think you would match well with the8! the8 would be the type to enjoy exploring new cultures with you and new religions, he would also love to dress up with you and put together outfits with you!

[blackheart-skz]

Yandere! Stray Kids reaction to accidently killing their S/O. (Hyung Line)

Trigger Warning ⚠: Contains depictions of abuse, violence and self harm.

Note: Omfg im soo sorry this took soo long and it still isn't complete ahhh. I barely put out content yet I'm outta idea. I'll try to complete the maknae line as soon as possible. This is my first reaction ever soo it's pretty bad pwease don't judge me if some things don't make sense i is still an amateur.

Bang Chan

"I fucking told you to not talk to that asshole again! You never listen do you? Do I seem like a joke to you?" Chan yelled, his chest heaving and hands balled into a fist. His glare frightened you to no end but you didn't dare move.

"Do you even love me?" Chan walked closer to you and said, his expression softening a bit but not enough to calm you down. You stayed silent hoping he would let you off but way but little did you know that you had aggravated him even more.

"I fucking asked you somehting!" Chan growled but before you could say anything his hand harshly collided with your cheek making you stumble and fall, your head hitting the pointy corner of the table, killing you. Chan, however, did not notice and stood in silence for a moment, trying to calm his anger down. You not making any movement anr sound was when he realized that something was wrong.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He bent down and poked your shoulders, earning no response. He shakily put his ear to your chest only to hear nothing but emptiness. It was that very moment he realized what he had done.

"No! No! This can't be! Y/N wake up!" He screamed. He started panicking and due to his lack of medical knowledge and sanity at this point, the only thing he could think of at that moment to save you was to pump your chest. He continued on was minutes hoping he could get you to come back to like but to no avail.

"Y/N I-I am sorry" He held your lifeless corpse in his arms and cried and cried. When chan said that he wanted you to lie peacefully in his arms without you protesting or trying to get away, he never wanted it to be this way.

They weren't lying when they said that you need to be careful what you wish for.

Kim Woojin

"Woojin I'm sorry" You said with a shaky voice, squeezing your eyes shut and clasping your hands together.

"Sorry won't do babe." Woojin replied, his voice dark as ever. "First I'll have to take care of him and then I'll come back you. It's sad that so many people have to die because of you" Woojin pouted mockingly. He was right. People were dying because of you. So you should be the one stopping him.

"No!" you wiped your tears stood up against him. "You won't hurt anyone! I won't let you!"

Woojin clenched his jaw and tightened his fists at your words. How dare you talk back to him? He tried controlled his anger despite your disobedience.

"You're in for a long and torturous day honey. I'll deal with you when I come back." Woojin completely ignored your words and turned around to leave again but he was halted by a pair of arms wrapping around his torso. Being stronger than you he easily got out of a grip but once he did so you tried to snatch his gun.

"Y/N stop before you get hurt" Woojin tried to push you away. What he didn't realize was that his hand was on the trigger and during the process of pushing and pulling he accidently pulled the trigger, causing a loud bang to erupt in the air. Blood splattered on his face and before he could process a thing, you fell to the ground with a thud. Too shocked to even utter a word, he just stared at your now lifeless body.

"Y-Y/N" He managed to choke out. He bent down and held you in his arms letting the blood soak his own clothes too. "What have I done?" He meekly muttered as tears flowed down his expressionless face. He didnt know how to react or what this feeling was that he felt in his heart. Was it regret? Was it anger? sorrow? Whatever it was it ate him from the inside and drove him to the brink of insanity and he could do nothing about it.

Lee Minho

"M-Minho calm down." You said meekly, not wanting to fuel to his anger, while watching him break and throw things around in horror. After a while of throwing things around, minho's eyes landed on your intimidated figure. He swiftly approched you and slammed you against the wall earning a pained groan from you.

"You love riling me up don't you?" Minho growled causing you to flinch. Leaving the house without his permission let alone meeting up with your ex was never a good idea but the foolish you decided to take the risk anyway.

You drop your head down so that you could avoid his piercing gaze only for it to be roughly pulled up by the hair, taking you by suprise. His orbs reflected his thirst for blood.

"M-minho I w-"

"Shut the fuck up you slut! You don't get to say a word. I've told you over a million times not to do anything without my permission but you literally go out and meet your ex boyfriend. You're one stubborn bitch" He snapped. That's it. You couldn't take it anymore. A sudden wave of confidence hit you and you looked him in the eye.

"You're a fucking asshole minho! I hate you so much! You think you own me or something? Yes i met my ex. I wouldn't have met him if you weren't a nut job. You need help" You spat out. Minho mouth dropped in shock. Never did he expect you to dare talk to him like this.

"What did you say?"

"I said i fucking hate you and I'm leaving" You screamed and ran towards the door but you were stopped by minho grabbing your arms. He tried to drag you to the room but you bit down on his arm causing him to let go of you. You yet again tried to run towards the door but a blow to the head knocked you out.

Minho sighed in relief. He dragged your limp body to the room and locked the door. After calming down from the adrenaline rush he unlocked the room and went inside. You lay on the ground unconscious with no signs of movement. He bent down and tried to wake you up only to earn no response from you. Panicking, he checked your pulse but he felt nothing. The blow to the head must've been pretty hard. Hard enough to suck the life out of you. Minho screamed and cried out your name but to no avail. You were gone

Giving up at last, he dropped to the ground. He sat next to your body for hours until an idea popped up in his head. He couldn't bring your back but he could go to you. He then got up and went to the dresser and took out a gun from the drawer.

"Wait for me Y/N. I'll meet you soon".

Those were the last words he uttered before putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger, disappearing into the same darkness he had sent you to.

Seo Changbin

You ran as fast you could without stopping to even take a breath. You could hear heavy footsteps following behind you. You knew it was stupid to run up the stairs of an abandoned building you were lured to becuase eventually you'll meet an end but at that time the only thing that was on your mind was to get away from your beast of a boyfriend.

"Stop right there y/n!" You heard Changbin say through his heavy breaths. You ignored him and kept running. Just as you feared, the stairs eventually came to an end and brought you to the roof. You ran to the edge and looked down realizing you didn't have anywhere to go.

"You can't run from me anymore Y/N. You should've already known that." Changbin, who was only a few feet away from you, said in a low voice.

"Stay away from me" You warned as changbin lifted his foot to walk towards you. A chuckle escaped his throat upon hearing those words. Ignoring your words his started approaching you. Seeing running as the only option you tried to make your way in the other direction but before you could even take a few steps, changbin harshly grabbed you by your waist and started dragging to towards the door leading to the stairs. You struggled in his grasp but to no avail.

Soon enough as you reach the stairs but realizing you would be going back to a hell of a life you jerked violently causing changbin to lose his grip on you. What you didn't realize was that you both were standing right on the edge of the stairs so as soon as he let go, you lost balance and went tumbling down the long flight of stairs, eventually landing in a pile of gravel.

Changbins breath hitched realized what had happened and ran down to check on you. Blood pooled around your head and your eyes were open yet lifeless. He hesitantly checked your pulse and just as he feared, he felt nothing.

"No no no Y/N it's okay nothing's going to happen to you you're gonna be okay" Changbin muttered, still in denial. He couldn't feel anything. Maybe that's how his mind reacted to the situation in front of him. He lifted you up in his arms and gently kissed your forehead. He wouldn't let you go. Not now not ever.

"Its gonna be okay" He whispered as he carried your lifeless body down the stairs and took you back to where you belonged.