#and it's fine if it's different from the person's next to you!

[forever-rogue]

hii i love the way u write for Joel and was just wondering if i could request something.

so i always see people write joel coming home later then usual after patrol and reader is very worried but i haven’t seen much of it the other way around, like reader is on patrol without joel and joel is all worried and can’t sleep and is just waiting for reader to come home and maybe reader comes back with a few cuts and bruises but nothing to serious but joel is just taking extreme care of her 🥹

AN | Oh, but I love this concept! Enjoy💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“Pacing ain’t going to get you anywhere,” Ellie stood at the foot of the stairs with her arms over her chest as she looked at Joel, “you of all people should know that better than anyone. ‘Sides what are you even worrying about?”

“Ellie,” he sighed her name in that familiar tone that never failed to amuse her. He’d been at the front door, poking his head out and looking around the yard and surrounding area, “why are you still up?”

“It’s only ten o’clock, old man,” she made a show of looking at her watch, one he had gifted her a few years back, “and I’m not ancient. And…I knew you were worried and I can’t sleep if I know you’re worried.”

“I’m not…” he stepped back inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He leaned against the door and looked at the girl with a small smile, “ain’t no use lying to you, is there?”

“Never has been,” she walked over to the couch and flopped on it, leaving ample space for Joel, “and there never will be. I can see right through you. You’re not as brooding and mysterious as people like to think.”

“Well then you should probably know exactly what’s on my mind,” he sat down with a groan next to her, kicking his feet onto the coffee table. The two of them exchanged a quick look, “I can’t not worry about either of you. You’re….you’re my girls and it’s my job to worry. She was supposed to be home this afternoon. She’s late.”

“Don’t you think we worry about you as well?” she nudged his leg and he huffed with a roll of his eyes, “we do. You know that. It’s okay to worry…even if there’s no use. They’re probably just running a little bit behind. You know how these things go. It doesn’t inherently mean that anything bad happened.”

“There is always use,” Joel insisted, “even if you don’t want to think there is anything to worry about, there’s always something. You can’t just trust anything outside of our walls.”

“Yeah…well, nothing’s ever happened to your sweetheart so I think it’ll be okay,” she insisted softly. Ellie barely managed to stifle a yawn as Joel raised an eyebrow at her before looking pointedly towards the upstairs. She rolled her head back and groaned, “fine. Fine. Maybe I’m tired. Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not gonna stay up all night looking out the door every five minutes?”

“I’ll be alright,” he promised. He knew that, logically, everything would be alright but it still didn’t help to quell the lingering worry that was hanging on at the back of his mind, “I’m about to go to bed too. You’re right; ain’t no use with worrying about something I can’t change.”

Joel had had the intention of going up to bed after Ellie, but he'd remained on the couch for a few minutes longer. Soon enough he had changed positions and was fast asleep, snoring away softly, despite his intentions of actually getting up and going to bed.”

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By the time you walked into the house, the sun was starting to rise; you’d planned on being home the afternoon before but you know, life always seemed to have a different plan. You hadn’t planned on getting injured either but here you were; your shoulder was grazed but patched up the rest of your scratches weren’t anything of note. Well - to the average person they wouldn’t be anything to take a double look at but your partner was far from the average person. You were pretty sure he’d have a heart attack, or something close to it when he saw you. 

You opened the door as quietly as possible, slinking into the front room and shutting and locking the door. You’d been sure that Joel and Ellie would be fast asleep but instead you found Joel sprawled on the couch, snoring softly. 

“Oh honey,” you whispered sweetly, careful not to make too much noise to rouse either Joel or Ellie.

A smile graced your face as you dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible. You grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and gently draped it over Joel’s frame. He mumbled something softly but didn’t stir otherwise. You tenderly pushed some of his stray curls out of his face, and brushed your thumb over his cheek. Your original plan had been to take a quick shower and slip into bed and maybe, kinda, sorta pretend you’d been there for some time, but as soon as you’d seen him on the couch you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. 

Instead of any of your original plans, you yanked your sweater off and tossed it the pile by the door before gently pulling the blanket off Joel’s frame and sliding in next to him. You had just enough room to make it in, and as soon as he felt your body next to his, Joel wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his frame. You made a small sound of content as you settled into him, quickly feeling yourself lulled to sleep. 

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Joel hadn’t heard you come home - not entirely anyway. He had been half awake when he’d heard the door open and then felt someone drape the blanket over him. He was pretty sure that he was having some sort of dream so he hadn’t questioned it or bothered to try and fully wake up. 

When he did finally wake up, he was confused by the warm body next to him. Panic was his first instinct but then he quickly realized that it was you. He let out a small sigh of relief at the fact that you were finally home. He put two and two together and realized that what he thought was a dream was actually just you coming home. You hadn’t woken up yet so he gently maneuvered himself out from behind you and made sure you were comfortable before going to gather up your things to put them away. 

But before he managed to walk away he touched your face and almost froze. 

“What happened?” he asked sharply, as he looked over the bruising on the side of your face that led down to your shoulder. He exhaled sharply when he spied the bandage that was covering most of your shoulder. He hadn’t meant to ask so loudly, but it caused you to startle awake.

You blinked away the bleariness that was remaining in your eyes and found Joel looking at you with a worried expression on his face. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when you realized it was him, “hey Joel.”

“Baby,” he sighed softly, crouching down in front of you, “thank god you’re home.”

“Happy to be home,” you whispered, yawning lightly, ��sorry it took so long.”

“What happened? Do you have any other injuries?” Joel was ready to rip the blanket off and look you over for himself to make sure there wasn’t anything hiding from him. If anything happened to you, he wasn’t sure he’d survive. He’d been through too much in his life and he wasn’t sure if he’d survive another such heartbreak. He knew, he was well aware, that he was spiraling and was trying to control himself but it was hard. But logically, judging from how you were still quietly laying on the couch, he knew that you were more than likely okay and if you had anything more it would be superficial. 

“Just scratches and stuff,” you mumbled as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and shifted to sit up. You slowly stretched, careful not to aggravate any of your injuries further and fully aware of Joel’s eyes being locked onto you, “nothing I can’t handle. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Miller.”

“I hope I never get rid of you,” he mumbled as he took your face gently in his hands, appraising you with gentle eyes, “I’m gonna need to keep staying tough, baby.”

“I don’t plan on changing,” your words came out as more of a whisper than anything as you looked at him with sweet eyes and a saccharine smile, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he promised in return, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh, “I just worry.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” you put your hand on top of his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “but what does worrying get you? Nothing except a few more wrinkles and worry lines. It doesn’t change what’s happened or what will happen. I know it’s easier to say than do but promise me you’ll try?”

“I’ll try,” he agreed and you gave him a knowing little smile, “I didn’t say I was going to be perfect. But for you I’ll try anything. You gonna tell me how you got that injury then, darlin’?”

“Joel…it’s fine,” you swallowed thickly, absentmindedly running your hand over the bandaging, “just know it’s all going to be alright.”

“Now what makes you think I would accept that as an answer, huh?” he said back down in front of and offered you an expectant look. You knew that he wouldn’t just accept that answer and you’d been a fool to even try that one on him. Silly girl. The only way Joel Miller would accept such an answer was when he was long cold in the ground and even then it wasn’t a guarantee, “you’re smarter than that.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” your voice was small and gentle as Joel nodded. 

“I’d never be mad at you, baby. I just want to know…please.”

You let out a small sigh as you nodded, “well, it turns out that I was a little slow and umm, well, t-there was a clicker and the fucker was a just a little faster than me. A-and it got me so yeah….”

Joel’s mouth dropped as he processed what you said, “I-”

“W-wait, I didn’t - I wasn’t bitten,” you hastily pulled off the bandage to show him as though he needed some kind of proof. You’d never put anyone else in danger and neither would Joel, “just scratched and scraped. See - I-I’m fine.”

“Baby - baby,” he put his hands on your upper arms, doing his best to calm you down, “I’m not worried about you being bitten. I know you wouldn’t…no. But this is….it’s still not great. It looks-”

“Terrible,” you finished for him, fully aware that you would be bearing a nasty scar for some time, “I didn’t want you to panic.”

“I just want to know that you’re okay. I don’t want this to get infected - don’t laugh at that - and lead to something worse,” you hadn’t meant to laugh at his inadvertent comment but you also were tired and felt half delirious from everything that had happened, “but it looks well looked after. You’re just going to have to be careful for a while, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed softly, “you’re not going to let me go on patrol for a while, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he agreed, causing your heart to melt at his sweet tone, “I’ll pull double duty if I have to, but you ain’t going out there. Not right now - I think everyone can understand that. And if you even try, darlin’, you won’t even make it to the stables.”

“I wouldn’t dare to try,” you were absolutely a strong independent woman…but you couldn’t deny the fact that when Joel grew so protective and in charge it did something to you, “can I ask for a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Can we go to bed?” you asked softly, “I just wanna go to sleep and want you to hold me.”

“We can do that,” he slowly rose to his feet and stretched before helping you off the couch, “that sounds great to me. You’re trouble, but I love you.”

“I’m just your kind of trouble,” you offered as he huffed through a laugh, “I love you too, Miller.”

[myth1cs]

Our Love is Pure (Yu Ji-min (Karina) x M!Reader)

Hey its been a while huh? Anyways here's Karina smut

Word Count: 2,473

"So, the final question for you two. Both of you are lovers in "Crime Scene Season 2" but the fans are dying to know what you guys are to each other off screen. Are you guys friends, just coworkers, or dating?"

"We are ... very close." Karina responded. She made it a point to respond that way. After all both of you were told to act romantically in front of the media by your boss. Many people liked to speculate whether you and Karina were dating off screen and rather than deny it you guys were told to just "entertain" the idea without actually confirming anything.

"Alright well that concludes the interview. Thank you both for taking time out of your day to come out. And remember to catch the season finale of "Crime Scene Season 2" at 3pm Thursday."

"And cut!"

"Phew well I think that went well. Again I want to thank you both for agreeing to come to this interview. Make sure to travel safely okay?"

"We will."

After the interview ended you and Karina made your way out of the building to a company car. Once you both got in the driver started to drive.

"I think that went well Y/N."

"I'm exhausted Karina I don't think I can do a fan meeting after this. And this makeup is irritating my skin."

Being an actor wasn't easy for you. This was your first big production where you got to be one of the main leads and of course the show became a hit. You thought it was cool at first, many people would get excited seeing you, people took photos with you, and there were many positive comments on social media about you. It was all something that you loved at first.

However it didn't take long for you to get annoyed by all the attention you were getting. You couldn't go out shopping anymore without going out in disguise and as the show became ever more popular the more obligations you had to do as promotion for the show. Karina wasn't new to acting and she often tried to take care of you.

Karina pulled out a makeup remover wipe out of her purse and started to lightly remove some of your makeup on your face.

"If anyone asks I didn't remove part of your makeup."

"Thank you Karina. And don't worry my lips are sealed."

As Karina started to remove some of the makeup off your face you felt butterflies on your stomach. You knew that you shouldn't, you were an actor and being in a relationship was prohibited. But you couldn't help yourself. Remembering those times when you and Karina shared a kiss on camera for the first time made your cock throb a bit. She was really everything you could ever want in a woman. From her personality to her figure everything was just perfect.

The more days of filming that went by it got harder to keep up this "Pure" feeling of love with her.

"Guys we're here."

Both of you arrived at the fan meeting event. Security led you both to a back entrance and you started to change clothes before going out to the fan meeting event.

You got to meet many people from many ages. While you were tired you tried to keep up a happy mood for your fans.

Everything was going fine until a fan asked a certain question.

"Y/N are you dating anyone?"

Before you could respond with something cliche like "My fans are my boyfriend/girlfriend." Karina got up from her seat, made her way to you, and wrapped her arms around you.

"Well I don't think Y/N is currently looking for love. If he was then I think I would know right Y/N?"

She squeezed you tighter and rested her chin on your neck. Of course this got people riled up.

-

After the event was over both you and Karina were taken to an apartment. Since you both had to attend a variety show the next day the company decided it would be best to keep you two together instead of separating you two and needing two different drivers to take you both to the same location.

Both of you started to clean up and get ready to go to bed. You and Karina took off the makeup the stylists had put on and then took turns using the shower.

Now both of you were relaxing in the living room on your phones with the T.V playing some cooking show for background noise.

A few gossip articles were written about this situation already and it hasn't even been 24 hours.

"Y/N you have to hear about this title it's called "Y/N and Karina are dating?! New breaking information!" It's stupid right? I act a little clingy and people act like I proposed to you."

You let out a fake laugh "Yeah ... it's crazy."

Karina put her phone down and made her way over to your side. She put her hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N what's wrong, is the stress getting to you?"

You leaned your head onto Karina's shoulder. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to her.

"I just don't know how to feel about something."

"They say that repressing is a bad thing. You should come out and say it. I promise I won't judge you Y/N."

You lifted your head up and looked into the eyes of Karina. You wanted to tell her - your love - but you feared that if you told her and she rejected you then it would make things awkward further on. Besides what if Karina reported you for trying to get in a relationship with her when you were both strictly told that it was off limits.

"I'll tell you one day."

"That's no fun Y/N. Stop trying to deal with everything yourself. We've been actors hanging out with each other for so long now. Are you telling me you don't trust me after everything that we've been through?"

"Jimin-"

"Fine be that way Y/N. If you want something don't come ask me." Karina left the living room and started heading for her room.

"Fuck."

You weren't used to being on bad terms with Karina. In fact you've both have never been on bad terms until now. As much as you wanted to be honest with her, telling her your feeling wasn't an option was it?

Unsure of what to do you went to your own room and laid down on your bed. Twisting and turning thinking about what you should be doing. You pulled out your phone and went through your contacts.

"Mom? no, Mina? She's probably still at work at this hour, Jihyo? she's probably hanging out with her boyfriend, Sana?"

You settled with calling Sana. You knew she was probably sleeping at this hour but you didn't have any other choice. You were desperate for advice.

"H- Hello?"

"Y/N do you have any idea what hour this is?"

"Sana this is personal."

"Just talk to Karina about it."

"It's actually about her."

Sana sighed and you heard her sitting up on her bed.

"What's happened?"

"I've kinda developed feelings for Karina. But I'm worried that she'll report me for it since we're not supposed to be in relationships. Even if she just rejects me then it'll be awkward between us from now on."

"Is that all Y/N?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well she probably feels betrayed that you won't trust her, so you want to know what I'd advise you? You should get your ass up and go tell her your feelings."

"But-"

"I don't know Karina like you do but I know she won't report you for something like this. If she rejects you just go back to being friends. It'll only be awkward if you make it awkward."

Before you had the chance to respond Sana hung up the phone. You tried calling her back but it just went to voicemail.

As much as you didn't want to admit it Sana was right.

You got up and went to Karina's room. You stood outside of her door and put your hand on the handle. After taking a few deep breaths you mustered up the courage to open the door.

To your surprise you didn't see Karina at first. But then you noticed her standing outside on the balcony overlooking the view of the city.

You made your way to the balcony and saw her wearing a pink top with a pink jacket. You noticed she was also drinking some alcohol.

"Jimin what are you doing?"

"Just thinking Y/N."

"Look about earlier-"

"If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I'm over it, I shouldn't overstep your boundaries." Karina said as she took a sip of her alcohol.

"No it's not fine. I owe it to you, besides it related to you."

"It relates to me?"

"Jimin... I- I love you."

Karina's eyes widened. She walked over to you, standing in front of you. Her chest was almost pressed up against yours and you did your best not to look down at them.

"You know I could get you fired over this right? You know you're still a rookie and we're not supposed to be dating right?"

"I- I know."

Karina looked over your body before reaching your face and smiling. She put her hand on your shoulders again.

"For an actor you suck ass at acting you know."

"Wh- what?"

"I can tell you want to look at my breasts. Your not good at hiding it."

"Uhm~"

"Go ahead Y/N touch them."

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol in her system or if she was just naturally this straight forward. Probably a mix of both, but you weren't complaining.

"Shouldn't we go inside?"

"We're at the highest floor Y/N. Nobody can see us up here."

You looked around the surrounding area and realized that the closest building that was actually at a similar height was far away. If you did it up here nobody would know.

Karina dropped her jacket leaving her in her top. She let out a breath and you could smell alcohol from it.

"Did you think I was that butt hurt about you not telling me your "secret"?"

"W- wait did you-"

"Yup."

Karina wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in close to her. Your lips got pressed up against hers. Karina's tongue went into your mouth and her tongue started to rub against yours.

You attempted to take off Karina's top off but before you could do so she pulled away from you.

"Wait Y/N... before I forget to tell you I actually got a message from our director-"

"Jimin, I don't fucking care."

You pulled Karina back on to you and started to kiss her neck. Karina moaned as you started to leave love marks on her. She put her hands under your shirt and started to draw small circles on your stomach.

Her soft chest was pressed against you and it was making you hard. Karina reached her hands down at your erection and started to rub your cock.

"You get so damn pent up over my breasts huh?"

Unable to resist any longer you pushed your face onto Karina's clothed breasts. It made your erection harder and it made Karina smile.

You started to take her top off and got a view of Karina's bare chest. Her pink nipples got hard as they were exposed to the cold air breeze.

"Want something to warm you up Karina?"

She nodded at your comment.

Attaching your mouth to Karina's nipples you alternated from her left to right as you licked and sucked them.

While this was happening Karina was starting to take your pants off. Your hard cock sprung out of its confinement. It was bigger than Karina had imagined it being.

She rubbed your tip which made you start leaking pre-cum. Not letting it go to waste Karina used your pre-cum as a lubricant and got it all over her hand to start to pump your cock.

You started groaning as Karina's hand felt perfect wrapped around your cock. You couldn't help yourself but shove your face deeper on Karina's breasts. As much as you loved her breasts you still had so much more to play with, you reached out for Karina's ass and gave it a firm squeeze making her yelp.

"Agh~"

Karina started to fondle with your balls and your grip on her tightened. Your hands wandered to the waistband of Karina's pants and you started to remove them. Her pants fell to the floor leaving her completely naked outside.

You started to rub her pussy lips and her clit. Both of you trying to make the other cum first.

Since Karina has already been pumping your cock for a while you were the one to ejaculate first. Some of your cum got on Karina's stomach and some dripped onto the floor. You felt bad for the janitor who would have to clean it up later but that wasn't your concern for the moment.

Karina didn't let you cumming stop her. She continued to pump your cock making it hard again. You pushed her hands away and got down to your knees to start licking her pussy. Your tongue being covered in her sweet juices, Karina moaned as your tongue was shoved deeper in her. She was tighter than you thought she'd be but you continued to shove your tongue deeper.

"Y/N I'm going to cum!"

Quickly pulling your tongue out you made her bend over on the railing to the balcony. You shoved your hard cock into Karina's warm pussy. Now you were frantically thrusting in and out so you could cum alongside her.

You reached your hands for Karina's breasts and started to squeeze them. Karina's eyes rolled back loving the feeling you were giving her.

"Imagine if everyone down there could see us. What would they say?"

Karina's pussy tightened as she thought about your words. She felt a rush at the thought that others could see her being fucked and they could do nothing but watch.

"I'd love that."

"Maybe we should ask for us to have a sex scene during our show."

Both of you came not long after. Semen spilled onto the floor but a bit of it was on your cock.

"Let me clean that up for you Y/N."

Karina got onto her knees and started to suck you clean. You almost ejaculated again but you were able to hold yourself back.

After picking up your clothes both of you headed for the shower to get yourselves cleaned up for the variety show the next day.

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I've been busy writing smut for another fandom. But I'm finally back.

Starring: You Karina (Aespa)

[lazysoulwriter]

Cramps, Chaos, and Cuddles - Pedro Pascal.

Pedro knew something was off the moment he stepped into the apartment. The energy in the air was different—dense, almost vibrating with an unseen force. And then he saw you, curled up on the couch, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the TV as if it had personally offended you.

Oh. It was one of those days.

He treaded carefully, removing his shoes and placing his keys down with the gentleness of a surgeon handling a heart transplant. "Hey, baby."

You barely spared him a glance. "Hi."

Yep. Definitely one of those days.

Pedro tilted his head, observing you like a detective at a crime scene. "How bad is it? On a scale of 'mildly irritated' to 'burning the world down'?"

Your glare snapped to him. "Shut up."

He raised his hands in surrender, fighting the amused smirk threatening to break through. "Okay. Just gathering data."

He walked toward the couch and—mistake number one—tried to sit next to you.

"No. Absolutely not."

Pedro froze mid-squat. "No?"

"I don’t want you near me right now."

"Ouch." He clutched his chest dramatically. "You wound me, baby."

You shot him a deadpan look. "I’m serious. I feel like shit. I hate everything and everyone. Including you."

He gasped. "Me? What did I do?"

"Exist."

Pedro bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Okay, fair. Can I do anything to help?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing your temple. "I already took medicine, but my cramps still suck. My head hurts. The light is too bright. The air is too air-y. Everything is annoying."

He nodded solemnly. "Sounds rough. Allow me to fix what I can."

First, he dimmed the lights, plunging the room into a cozy, softer glow. Then, he disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a heating pad, placing it gently against your stomach without a word. You grumbled but adjusted it until it sat just right.

He wasn't done.

Pedro vanished again and returned with a glass of water and a small plate of chocolate. He set them on the coffee table before kneeling beside you, resting his chin on the cushion near your arm.

"Now, can I give my baby some love?" he asked, pouting like a kicked puppy.

You glared at him for a few long seconds, trying—really trying—to hold onto your irritation. But those big brown eyes, the way he practically radiated warmth and patience… it was unfair.

Your resolve cracked.

"Fine. But only because you tried really hard."

He grinned triumphantly, sliding onto the couch beside you. "I’ll take it."

Pedro pulled you gently into his arms, letting you rest against his chest. His hands moved in slow, soothing circles against your back, and the heat from his body combined with the heating pad made you melt just a little.

"See? Isn’t this better?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You hummed, neither confirming nor denying. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing was enough to lull you into a half-doze.

Then, just as you were fully relaxing, he pressed a dramatic, exaggerated kiss against your cheek with a loud "Mwah!"

You groaned. "Pedro."

Another kiss, this time to your jaw. "What?"

"Stop."

He kissed your temple. "But I love you."

A sigh. "I know."

"And you love me."

"I tolerate you."

He gasped again, clutching his chest. "So cruel. And here I am, taking care of you like a devoted boyfriend—"

"Pedro."

"Yes, baby?"

You finally turned to face him properly, your arms wrapping around his waist as you burrowed into his warmth. "Shut up and keep cuddling me."

He smiled against your hair. "Yes, ma'am."

And with that, he held you closer, peppering your face with softer, gentler kisses, whispering sweet nothings until all the tension melted away. Because no matter how grumpy, irritated, or downright impossible you felt—Pedro would always be there, ready to love you through it all.

[br0nzefox]

So yesterday I made a post talking about how Hannibal isn’t actually sadistic so that got me thinking: if I had to choose between Will wanting to kill me and Hannibal wanting to kill me what would be the better option?

And surprisingly, I actually think I’d choose Hannibal. Here’s why:

First of all, Hannibal’s plan to kill is something that can take months to years. Take Alana for example, Hannibal delayed his promise to kill her for years and potentially indefinitely. He was willing to temporarily delay her death when she offered to free him from Mason Verger and she actually even ended up alive and (mostly) well by the end of s3.

Besides I don’t think Hannibal would actively seek you out to kill you. Again take Alana as an example. Sure you wouldn’t want to cross paths with him but you could run away to a different country or at least to a different state and with a bit of luck never see him again. You should be more or less fine unless you offended him in some extraordinary way like Abel Gideon did when he claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper.

Now on the other hand having Will want to kill you would be… yikes. If Will wanted to kill you, you would be dead and very quickly. He wouldn’t create an elaborate revenge plan. He wouldn’t delay by years until it was safe to go after you. He would kill you as soon as humanly possible. Just remember how when he got out of the BSHCI the first thing he did was go after Hannibal. Admittedly he didn’t kill Hannibal but that was for a completely different reason - you can’t hope to get the same kind of amnesty. Point is if Will wants to kill you he will take the first opportunity he gets to do so.

Next point: Bedelia said in the show a high level of cruelty requires a high degree of empathy.

Hannibal does not have a high degree of empathy. If Hannibal does end up finding you and killing you, you can at least sort of hope it would be quick and all things considered not too painful. Plus you’re probably going to end up as a pretty tableaux so that’s a nice bonus. But guess who does have a high degree of empathy: Will. Post-fall Will once he fully leaned into his dark side and took off his person suit would be much much much more sadistic than Hannibal. Even before he fully accepted that darkness inside him he was already quite cruel (Just remember all the ways he fantasised about killing/killed) and I can’t imagine by how many times that cruelty would be multiplied post fall.

Here’s just some examples:

1. Feeding Hannibal to pigs alive.

2. Have a stag pull at a rope around Hannibal’s neck to choke him to death slowly:

3. Drop a shotgun (which would offer a quick and relatively painless death) and instead proceed to beat the shit out of Randall Tier (while imagining Hannibal) and then snap his neck.

4. Set Chilton up to be attacked by a famously ruthless and cruel murderer who he knows could and would make Chilton suffer.

So in short if Will wanted to kill you it would be soon and it would be painful.

So at least for me I’d definitely prefer Hannibal’s delayed long winded planned out artistic poetic revenge over whatever the fuck Will has going on. That man is scarier than Hannibal.

[pomefioredove]

I kinda wanted to be a little different with this one—

May I request a sugar cookie #5 with dried fruit and chestnuts please? Thank you very much!

this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever written /positive I hope you guys enjoy

order #5, sugar with dry fruit, chestnuts

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ sickness and kisses

summary: kalim wants to be a part of everything- including your cold. what better way to share germs than getting close? tropes: sick fic, first kiss characters: kalim additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, a little gross

"It should have been me!"

Jamil winces and takes a step away from the bed. You hold out a hand to him, as if to say "take me with you."

"Kalim, they're not dying. It's nothing but a cold,"

The boy peels himself off bed at your feet, which he's been attached to all afternoon.

"You don't get it, Jamil! They're going to miss my birthday party- the desserts, the music, the games! Who knows if the Prefect will be here for my birthday next year!"

"Kalim," you pat his head to comfort him, though, if anyone needs comfort, it's you. "I'll be fine. We can have another party when I'm better."

He sighs, leaning into your touch. "It's not the same..."

Jamil looks more sick than you now.

"Ahem. I've brought soup and tea, and there are extra blankets in the foyer. Kalim, we should be going,"

Kalim pouts and clings to your blankets. "Just a moment..."

"I'll be waiting outside,"

Jamil doesn't need to be excused twice, leaving the room and closing the door on his way out.

Kalim sighs. "I just hate when my friends are sick... I wish there was a way I could share some of your pain,"

"That's nice, but you don't have to- ack," you cough into your fist.

Kalim's sympathetic pat would be comforting, if not for that look. You can tell he's thinking something.

He waits for you to finish hacking and coughing, at least. Then:

"I have an idea," he says. "You can get me sick. That way, we can still spend my birthday together, and you won't be alone!"

Thinking something, alright. You're surprised Jamil couldn't feel that on his "Kalim's bad ideas" radar and come running before anything more happened.

"I appreciate that, Kalim, but this kinda sucks," you smile. "I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy."

He smiles back and sits beside you on the bed, closer now.

"But you and Jamil said it's just a cold! I've been poisoned, you know- I think I could handle it!"

You blink. "Well... yeah, but it's still sucky,"

"But we'll be together!" he insists. "Now, how should we do this? I've never gotten sick on purpose before, so I don't- oh, I know!"

"Huh?"

He comes a little closer, leaning over you. "I'll kiss you!"

Your eyes widen, and again, you're surprised Jamil didn't feel that and burst through the door like the room was on fire.

"Like... seriously?"

"Why not? It's the fastest way. But I could figure something else out if you don't want to," he eyes your hands. "Maybe you could-"

"Alright! I concede! Just... one kiss,"

Kalim beams. "One is all I need!"

With no further warning, questioning, or thought, he dips in and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. It doesn't last for more than a second, but it still leaves you a little flustered.

He hums, licks his lips, and then hops off the bed. "Thanks, Prefect! I'll be back in no time, don't worry!"

He leaves the door open behind him. You're honestly the last person he should worry about, now.

You wonder, for a moment, what he was thinking- Kalim is ditzy, not dense. He had to have known what he was...

Your eyes widen as you remember something else. Oh, crap.

If this works, Jamil is going to kill you.

[jungkoode]

死 KKANGPAE | #03 死

† breakfast and training †

"His eyes are the kind of dark that makes you forget there was ever light in the world. And you hate that you're starting to notice details about him."

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content: training violence, weapons, strong language, sexual tension

☠ author's note ☠

HELLO MY FELLOW SLEEP-DEPRIVED CREATURES. Welcome back to another episode of "Kiki makes questionable life choices and writes fanfiction instead of sleeping"!

Can we talk about how I wrote like three different versions of the gun scene before my perfectionist brain was satisfied? And by satisfied I mean "fine whatever just post it I guess." Don't @ me about gun accuracy, I play Call of Duty sometimes that's research enough (ㆆᴗㆆ)

Also yes, I am absolutely living for the whole "oh no they're training together" trope. Sue me. Or don't, I'm broke. All I have is caffeine and the ability to make my characters suffer. Speaking of which - Jeon in combat mode? chef's kiss My boy is out there being all professional and grumpy while Y/N is just trying her best not to get shot. We love that for them.

PSA: The whole "Cookie" thing was totally self-indulgent and I regret nothing. V is here to cause chaos and honestly? Goals.

Special shoutout to my cat who watched me write this at 3 AM and judged me silently. You're the best beta reader a girl could ask for, even if your only feedback is knocking my coffee over.

See you next Tuesday, you beautiful disasters! Remember: sleep is for the weak and fanfiction is for life.

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Mornings in the castle hit different. Through your window, the sky's doing that thing where it can't decide if it's still night or already dawn—all soft blues mixing with hints of gold. Everything's quiet, like the world's holding its breath.

Then your alarm goes off.

"Why did we agree to this again?" Yunjin whines from her bed, fumbling to shut up the annoying buzz. Her pink hair is a mess, splayed across her pillow like cotton candy gone wrong.

"Croissants," you remind her, stretching until your joints pop. "Fresh, buttery, heavenly croissants."

"Not hungry." She burrows deeper into her blanket cocoon. "Too early for hunger. Too early for existing."

You swing your legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor. "What happened to yesterday's 'new me, new goals' speech?"

"That was yesterday's Yunjin. Today's Yunjin chooses sleep."

With a snort, you pad over to her bed. It's literally two steps away—your shared room is cozy like that, with just enough space for two singles and matching bedside tables. You give her shoulder a gentle shake.

"And what's tomorrow's Yunjin gonna think about that?"

"Tomorrow's Yunjin's problem," she mumbles, death-gripping her blanket. Smart girl. She knows your next move would've been stealing it.

"Then it's tomorrow's me problem too!" You can't help but laugh, and it finally gets her to peek one eye open.

She lets out the longest, most dramatic sigh. "Fine. Fine. You win."

Your shared laughter is soft, comfortable. It's weird how quickly Yunjin became your person here. Maybe because she's as new to this as you are—no pressure to measure up to badasses like Chaewon or keep your guard up around intimidating figures like V and Jeon.

She joined two months before you did. For her, it meant saying goodbye to having her own room, but she says it was worth the trade-off. Girl's a mess when it comes to sleep schedules, but she keeps your shared space spotless and her determination is s̶c̶a̶r̶y̶ impressive. Like, you've seen her practice seduction techniques until 3 AM, and now here she is, dragging herself up at dawn for... well, croissants and self-improvement.

There's something genuinely good about Yunjin. She's always there—to help, to listen, to just be. Five months in and everyone in Seduction already adores her. Yeah, she's clumsy as hell during physical training, but her mind is sharp. Nothing gets past her—it's like she's got a built-in lie detector.

After yesterday morning's... incident, you're extra grateful for her company.

You both grab your digital cards from your bedside tables—can't go anywhere in this place without them. They're basically your whole identity here, determining which doors open for you and which stay firmly shut.

The castle corridors feel endless this early. Most members are probably still sleeping or doing whatever gang members do at dawn. Your footsteps echo softly as you and Yunjin make your way to the cafeteria, keeping the conversation light.

"Have you had breakfast here before?" you ask, watching her stifle another yawn.

"Once." She nods, her pink ponytail bouncing. "Got up at 10 though. Wasn't worth sacrificing sleep for."

You can't help but smile. "Early breakfast hits different. You'll see."

When you reach the cafeteria, Yunjin taps her digital card against the scanner. The light blinks green, and suddenly your nose is filled with the heavenly smell of fresh pastries. Inside, only a handful of early birds are scattered around the massive space. Makes sense—most people here prefer their beds at this hour.

Your eyes do their usual sweep of the room, casual and practiced. But then something pulls at you, like a magnet finding true north. Your gaze locks with dark, piercing ones.

Jeon.

"Oh, that's Jeon, right?" Yunjin's voice cuts through your thoughts. "Guess he likes mornings too."

You nod, still watching him from the safety of the doorway. Something about the distance makes you feel almost safe. He's got that thing about him—that unmistakable aura of authority that even 6 AM can't dim.

"Damn," Yunjin says after a beat, blunt as ever. "He's hot."

"Let's get food," you mutter, rolling your eyes and heading for the pastry section.

You and Yunjin load up your plates with a bit of everything, especially those famous croissants. Finding a quiet corner, you settle in to enjoy both the food and each other's company, pointedly not thinking about piercing dark eyes or brooding corners.

You try to look casual as your eyes drift back to Jeon for the hundredth time.

He's sitting there, both hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee like it's his lifeline to sanity this early in the morning. The sight of those tattooed fingers curled around plain white ceramic does something to your brain that you'd rather not examine too closely.

"You know, I heard something interesting about him." Yunjin's voice makes you jump. S̶h̶i̶t̶ Great, she caught you staring.

"Oh?" You tilt your head, hoping your voice sounds more curious than guilty.

Yunjin leans in conspiratorially, her pink hair falling forward as she drops her voice to barely above a whisper. It's kind of unnecessary given how far away Jeon is, but there's something about him that makes everyone speak in hushed tones.

"Apparently, he's got this whole... ritual thing going on. Every single morning, without fail, he makes sure he's the first one to get fresh coffee. Like, the first cup from a fresh pot."

Your eyes track back to that cup held between ink-covered fingers. Now that she mentions it, you've never seen him drink anything else in the mornings. The way he's savoring it, eyes closed and expression almost peaceful, makes you think Yunjin might be onto something.

"Every day? He's literally the first one here?" The mental image of Jeon lurking outside the cafeteria doors, waiting for them to unlock, is both hilarious and weirdly endearing.

"From what I've heard. Maybe it's a power move?" Yunjin suggests with a soft laugh. "You know, asserting dominance through caffeine consumption."

The idea of someone as intimidating as Jeon—co-leader of the Assassination Division, member of the Council of 9, literal professional killer—climbing the ranks of one of South Korea's most dangerous gangs just to secure his morning coffee makes something bubble up in your chest.. You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing too loud.

"Imagine that being his master plan all along," you snort. "Join gang, become assassination chief, get first dibs on coffee."

You both dissolve into quiet giggles, but the moment shatters when something shifts in the air. It's like thorny vines suddenly wrapping around your lungs, making it hard to breathe. You don't need to look to know who it is.

"Mind if I join the fun?" V's voice slides over your skin like honey laced with poison, playful but with that edge that makes your hair stand on end.

His arms drape over your shoulders without warning, caging you and Yunjin in what should be a friendly gesture but feels more like being trapped. Your muscles tense automatically. There's something about V that keeps you perpetually on edge—like admiring a rose only to remember it's got thorns that could draw blood.

Yunjin manages a wobbly smile, but you can tell she's as unsettled as you are by his sudden appearance. "We were just... talking about coffee."

"Coffee?" V drawls the word like it personally offends him. He pulls back, throwing his arms behind his head in that carelessly graceful way of his, but stays close enough that you can smell cinnamon. "Boring. Now, this new training program? That's something worth discussing."

His eyes glint with mischief, reminding you of a cat playing with its food. "I'm keen to see what you girls bring to the table. Should be... intriguing, don't you think?"

The way he says it makes your skin crawl. There's nothing overtly threatening about his words, but the undercurrent is clear—the Assassination Division isn't known for playing nice, and V seems to view the upcoming cross-training as his personal playground.

"I'm sure it will be enlightening," you say carefully.

V's energy is infectious, but not in a good way. More like a disease you're trying not to catch.

He chuckles, and those thorny vines around your lungs squeeze tighter. "Oh, I'm sure it will be. And don't worry, yours truly will be there to add a little spice to the mix. Can't let things get too dull, can we?"

Before you can respond, his attention snaps to something—or someone—across the cafeteria. With a dismissive wave that somehow manages to feel both elegant and insulting, he strides off as suddenly as he appeared.

You exchange looks with Yunjin, both of you sagging with relief once he's gone. She looks as drained as you feel, like V's presence alone sucked all the energy from the room.

"Well, that was... something," Yunjin says, and you could write a whole essay about everything packed into that single word. Her pink hair is still slightly disheveled from where V's dramatic entrance messed it up.

"That's one way to put it." You try to shake off the phantom feeling of thorny vines around your lungs. V's presence leaves you feeling like you've been through some kind of emotional washing machine—tumbled around and wrung out.

"But oh my god." Yunjin's whole face suddenly lights up like she's remembered something amazing. The whiplash from her mood shift almost gives you vertigo.

"What?" You ask, though part of you already knows where this is going. Yunjin might be shy and perceptive, but she's also a total simp when it comes to pretty faces.

"He is SO handsome?" Her voice rises with genuine awe. "Everyone kept saying he looks like a prince, but I thought they were exaggerating. They were not."

You raise an eyebrow, wondering if you were even in the same conversation just now. Sure, V's gorgeous—that's kind of his whole thing. The dangerous beauty, the dripping poison. But after feeling his aura wrap around you like a boa constrictor, 'handsome' isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind.

"Did you miss the whole creepy vibe?" You keep your voice low, even though V's long gone. Some habits die hard in this place. "He talked about the training program like he's planning to turn it into his personal episode of Squid Game. With popcorn."

"Yeah, but like..." Yunjin waves her hand dismissively, "have you seen his face? Those cheekbones? That jawline?"

"The way he's probably plotting our deaths as we speak?" You counter, but you can't help the smile tugging at your lips. Trust Yunjin to focus on the aesthetics while completely ignoring the red flags. It's kind of adorable, in a concerning way.

"Doesn't change the fact that he's eye candy," she says with zero shame, stabbing her fork into her breakfast. "Like, premium, expensive, imported chocolate level of eye candy."

"True," you admit, finally taking a proper bite of your croissant.

And it is true—V's got that whole ethereal beauty thing going on, like a masterpiece painting that happens to be slightly cursed. The kind of face that belongs in museums but also probably comes alive at night to terrorize security guards.

But even as you acknowledge V's obvious appeal, your eyes betray you, drifting back to that other corner of the cafeteria. Back to dark eyes and hurricanes.

Back to Jeon.

It's not like you mean to look.

It just... happens.

Like your gaze has some kind of magnetic programming that keeps pulling it in his direction.

Which is s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ inconvenient because the last thing you need is to get caught staring at one of the most dangerous men in Kkangpae while you've got croissant crumbs on your face.

The rest of your morning slips by without V popping up again to make your skin crawl. You try to focus on getting ready for what's coming, but your mind keeps drifting to the upcoming training.

Working with Jeon and V's division? Yeah, that's not anxiety-inducing at all.

When you step onto the training field outside the castle, the change of scenery hits different. After being cooped up in the gang's concrete maze, the open space and towering trees feel almost surreal. The cold morning air bites at your lungs—a wake-up call you didn't ask for but probably need.

Today's not just another training day. It's your first cross-training with the Assassination Division, and the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with one of V's knives.

Your stomach does this weird flip-flop thing as you walk towards the gathering crowd. Working with Jeon after... that incident? Not exactly on your bucket list. The memory of your last encounter sits heavy in your chest, making each step feel like you're walking through mud.

The Assassination Division is already there when you arrive, looking like they stepped out of some action movie poster. Some look ready to murder, others look ready for a nap. But it's Jeon who catches your eye—impossible not to, really. It's like the air itself is swirling around him like a storm about to break.

He's got that look on his face—you know the one. All business, no bullshit, could probably kill you with his pinky finger.

No sign of V though.

Makes sense, when you think about it. Those two aren't exactly besties—more like two wolves forced to share the same territory. Their whole approach to killing is different as night and day.

Jeon's all about precision. Clean shots, minimal mess, maximum efficiency. He's the type to plan every detail, calculate every variable. Need someone taken out from two buildings away without anyone even knowing what happened? That's his specialty. The human equivalent of a surgical strike.

V though? He's chaos incarnate. Gets up close and personal with his kills, leaves a message written in blood if he feels like it. He's the guy you call when you want someone dead and don't care how messy it gets. Planning? Fuck planning—V works on pure instinct and improvisation.

The crowd goes quiet as Jeon steps forward. The atmosphere shifts, less like a raging storm now and more like the heavy air before thunder breaks. When he speaks, his voice does that thing where it demands attention without actually raising in volume. And despite everything—despite knowing better—you find yourself leaning in slightly to catch every word.

"Your state of mind is everything in this line of work," he says, dark eyes scanning the crowd like he's reading everyone's potential in real time. "A calm, collected mind can mean the difference between life and death."

The task he lays out seems simple enough: shoot the cardboard target, hit the center, don't mess it up. But as you watch others take their turns, that knot in your stomach keeps getting tighter.

The gun feels wrong in your hand. Not that you haven't held one before—basic training covers that—but this is different. This is him watching, and somehow that makes your palms extra sweaty.

Then your turn's up.

Walking to the mark feels like crossing a minefield, every step measured and tense. Your heart's going so hard you can barely hear anything else.

Focus. You need to focus.

But Jeon's standing right there, making the air thick and hard to breathe. Your finger hovers over the trigger, but doubt creeps in like poison.

The target blurs in and out. You can feel Jeon watching, that heavy gaze picking apart every flaw in your stance. The pressure builds in your chest until you're sure something's gonna snap.

Just a bit longer. You need to be absolutely sure before taking the shot.

It's not like Seduction gets much practice with actual weapons—your arsenal usually involves batting eyelashes and strategic flirting, not bullets and gunpowder. So it's no wonder the gun starts slipping through your sweaty fingers.

You tighten your grip. A surge of determination hits you like a shot of adrenaline. Come on. It's just cardboard. You've handled way worse situations than this. You can do this.

Your finger starts to squeeze the trigger—

BANG.

That... wasn't your gun.

You flinch, turning toward the sound before you can stop yourself. Through the corner of your eye, you catch smoke curling from Jeon's pistol.

He's standing there looking bored, arm extended like this is just another one of his daily mornings. The gun fits his hand like it was molded for him, an extension of his body rather than a weapon.

When your eyes snap to the target, there it is—perfect shot, dead center, because of course it is.

A̶s̶s̶h̶o̶l̶e̶ Show-off.

You lower your gun, lips pressed tight. His gaze sits heavy on your shoulders, hurricane pressure bearing down until you want to scream. His face gives nothing away, but those dark eyes say plenty—and none of it's good.

"If you're not quick enough, you'll get killed." His voice cuts like ice. "Let that be a reminder for everyone else."

The words hit like a slap. Heat rushes to your face—anger, embarrassment, frustration, all mixing together into something that makes you want to either punch something or crawl into a hole. Preferably punch him, but you're very aware of everyone watching this little show he's putting on.

Both divisions are staring, and you've never felt more like a fish in a very small, very exposed bowl.

Your eyes meet Jeon's, and suddenly breathing gets hard. His stare hits different—those dark eyes boring into yours like he's trying to read your soul, pupils blown wide in a way that makes your stomach do weird flips.

That silver lip ring catches the light when his mouth twists into something s̶e̶x̶y̶ condescending. He opens his mouth—probably to tear into you some more—but then—

BANG.

Everyone drops like puppets with cut strings. Pure instinct.

It's instant chaos. Voices rise into a crescendo of shouts and commands, bodies moving with practiced urgency.

It's kind of beautiful, in a messed-up way—how quickly personal beef gets shelved when shit hits the fan. One minute Jeon's looking at you like you're dirt on his boot, next second he's barking orders to keep everyone safe.

Your heart's in your throat as you scan the crowd for a flash of pink hair.

Yunjin.

But Yunjin's nowhere.

The sea of faces blurs together—no Kazuha, no Eunchae, not even Sakura. Even Chaewon's vanished, which is weird because she's usually got this sixth sense about danger.

Another shot cracks through the air. Your fingers tighten around your gun until your knuckles go white. Your eyes keep drifting to the treeline, where shadows dance between patches of dark green.

A calm, collected mind can mean the difference between life and death.

His words echo in your head, which is ironic considering how not calm you feel right now.

Fuck it.

You're moving before you can second-guess yourself, legs carrying you toward the forest. Maybe it's stupid, but you need space to think. To be calm, like he said.

Plus, the trees might give you cover—an advantage you desperately need right now.

The forest swallows you up. Sunlight filters through leaves overhead, painting everything in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Every step crunches on dead leaves, making you wince. So much for stealth.

V wouldn't be happy.

The chaos from the training ground fades the deeper you go, replaced by normal forest sounds—birds chattering overhead, small animals rustling in the bushes. It's almost peaceful, if you ignore the whole possible death situation.

You spot it then—a ridge overlooking the training ground, hidden behind thick bushes. Perfect vantage point, if you can reach it. The climb makes your muscles burn, but you manage. Up here, you force yourself to breathe slow and steady, trying to quiet your racing heart. Your fingers trace the gun's cold metal like a lifeline.

Your back hits the tree with a thud. The bark scrapes against your spine through your shirt, but you barely notice. Every nerve in your body is focused on that rustling sound behind you.

Footsteps.

Your breath catches. They're quiet—too quiet to be some random person stumbling through the woods.

No, these are the steps of someone who knows how to move silently. Someone trained.

Adrenaline floods your system as you press yourself flatter against the tree. Your fingers tighten around the gun until your knuckles go white. Through a gap in the leaves, you try to catch a glimpse of whoever's approaching, but the foliage is too thick.

Friend or foe?

The question pounds in your head with each careful footstep drawing closer. Your mind races, too many possibilities—it could be an enemy, could be another member searching the area.

Could be death or salvation walking your way.

The steps are almost upon you now. Your breathing goes shallow, controlled. You might be exposed up here, but they don't know that. Surprise is your only advantage right now.

Shoot or strike?

The dilemma tears at you. A gunshot would alert everyone to your location. And if it turns out to be an ally... F̶u̶c̶k̶ No. Hand-to-hand is safer. Quieter. Less explaining to do if you're wrong.

Your muscles coil tight as a spring. When the footsteps are close enough, you launch yourself from behind the tree in one fluid motion, aiming to take them down hard and fast.

Instead, you slam into what feels like a brick wall.

Oh.

It's Jeon.

His reflexes are insane—before you can even process who he is, he's already moving. The air sweeps around you as he twists, disarming you with embarrassing ease. Your gun hits the ground with a clatter that seems to echo through the whole forest.

Recognition hits you both at the same moment. That flicker of shock in his eyes quickly turns to his usual look of disdain, because of course it does.

Then—a misstep.

Your ankle rolls, sending white-hot pain shooting up your leg. You stumble, sucking in a sharp breath. His grip on you loosens just slightly, and something that might be concern flashes across his face before his usual cold mask slips back into place.

"You okay?" His voice is gruff, like the words are being dragged out of him against his will.

"Just perfect," you snap back, because fuck his concern when your ankle feels like it's on fire and your pride hurts even worse.

He just stands there, staring at you with those dark eyes that see too much.

"What the hell were you thinking?" A pause, one eyebrow lifting. "You have a gun, don't you?"

You almost laugh. Because of course. If you'd shot at him, he'd be lecturing you about trigger discipline. Attack hand-to-hand, and suddenly you're an idiot for not using your weapon.

You seriously can't win with this man.

"Well, good thing I didn't use it on you then." The words come out lighter than you feel, dancing between playful and pissed. "And what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be back there playing commander?"

"That's what deputies are for." The casual way he says it makes your teeth grind. "Besides, I dispatched a team to check the gunfire. Just my luck, running into you instead."

"Pleasure's all mine, chief." You load the title with all the sarcasm you can muster.

"And you?" His dark eyes study you like you're a particularly puzzling target he can't quite line up. "Any reason you're out here instead of following orders?"

"Didn't get any orders to follow." You cross your arms, ignoring how his presence makes your skin prickle. "And that ridge over there?" You jab a finger toward the overlook. "Perfect vantage point. I was trying to be strategic before you showed up."

He actually grimaces at that, like your logic physically pains him. But before he can open his mouth to deliver what's surely another lecture, you add:

"Just my luck, running into you instead."

The words—his own words turned back on him—hit their mark. His eyebrow twitches just slightly, and satisfaction blooms warm in your chest.

Score one for you.

But before you can inwardly celebrate, he grimaces. He actually grimaces before he opens his stupid mouth again.

"That?" His voice drips with condescension. "You think that's prime real estate for observation?" The asshole holds back a laughter. "Alright." He says, and you ponder the merits of hitting him with a rock.

But then he begins walking, and you trail after him, partly because s̶c̶r̶e̶w̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ he's wrong and partly because... well, where else are you gonna go?

"Remind me again—which one of us specializes in persuasion and observation?" You can't keep the annoyance from your voice. His arrogance is starting to give you a headache.

"And which one of us is known for sniping?" He tilts his head just enough for you to catch the silver flash of his eyebrow piercing. "You think I don't know a thing or two about picking vantage points?"

"Just because you can shoot from far away doesn't mean you know the best places to shoot from." The words come out sharper than intended. "What works for a sniper might not work for surveillance. They're different skill sets."

"How so?" He doesn't even bother looking back now. "A lookout's a lookout, smartass."

Your hands find your hips. "You know what? Ask me that again when you sit in on our cross-training. Might learn something useful."

"Learn from an ensign?" His tilt is mocking. "No—learn from you?" He lets out a low chuckle that makes your teeth grind. "Pretty sure it works the other way around."

"Forgot about Flower?" You can't help the snark in your voice. "She's a chief too, and I'm sure she'd love to put you in your place."

The exhale he lets out is so exaggerated it has to be for dramatic effect. "You're insufferable."

"Feeling's mutual, chief."

You trail behind Jeon through the darkness, trying to ignore how his mere presence makes the night air feel electric against your skin. The silence wraps around you both, broken only by your footsteps until—

A rustle in the underbrush.

Before you can react, his hand clamps around your wrist. No warning, no words—just the firm press of tattooed fingers against your pulse point as he yanks you behind a massive rock. You crash against him, bodies colliding in a mess of limbs and s̶h̶i̶t̶ startled breath.

You open your mouth to tell him exactly what you think about being manhandled, but his finger presses against his lips. Shut up. His eyes scan the darkness beyond your hiding spot, focused and lethal.

And suddenly you're way too aware of him.

The moonlight paints him in silver and shadow, highlighting things you've never noticed before. Like how his eyebrow piercing catches the light—two tiny beads of silver that draw attention to the way his brow furrows in concentration. Or how that lip ring glints when his mouth sets in that stern line you know too well.

There's a scar on his left cheek—barely there, really. Just a whisper of a mark that makes you wonder what story it tells. Your eyes drift lower, catching on the small mole decorating the left side of his neck. It's such a delicate detail on someone who radiates danger, like finding a flower growing through concrete.

But it's his eyes that f̶u̶c̶k̶ y̶o̶u̶ u̶p̶ catch you off guard. Dark and deep, framed by stupidly long lashes that flutter when he blinks. They're beautiful in a way that makes your chest tight—and isn't that just f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ fantastic? You didn't need to know that about him.

This close, you can see the tiny lines at the corners of those eyes. They speak of sleepless nights and heavy choices, of burdens carried too long alone. Watching him like this—he feels different now, less like a storm trying to drown you and more like standing in summer rain.

The realization hits like a punch to the gut: you're seeing Jeon. Not the cold-as-ice division chief or the intimidating Council member. Just... him. Human.

Complex.

His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist like an iron band. If anything, his grip's gotten tighter, and you're caught between wanting to yank free and being weirdly aware of how warm his hand is against your skin in the cool night air. It's hard to tell if you're feeling trapped or protected.

The footsteps draw closer—deliberate, confident. Not someone trying to hide.

You watch a muscle tick in Jeon's jaw, the kind of tiny detail you wouldn't normally notice if you weren't pressed so close to him. It's fascinating, in an annoying way, how he can look so calm while radiating such intense energy.

His eyes flick to yours for just a second, but it feels loaded with... something. Like you're suddenly partners in this mess, whether you like it or not. It's more communication than you've had in all your previous conversations combined.

The rustling gets louder. You hold your breath. Jeon's gone statue-still beside you, but you can feel the coiled tension in him. His dark eyes snap to a spot in the trees, then back to you with unnerving intensity.

"Shoot there."

You stare at him like he's lost his mind. "What?"

"There." His voice is barely a whisper, rough with urgency. He jerks his chin toward whatever he's seeing that you're apparently missing.

"You want me to shoot a tree branch?" The skepticism in your whisper could cut glass. "Seriously?"

"Just do what you're told." The words rumble out of him like distant thunder, crackling with impatience.

You give Jeon a look, but arguing isn't an option right now.

The gun feels heavy as you line up the shot. Your finger finds the trigger, and for a split second, everything goes quiet. The bang echoes through the trees, making your ears ring. You watch as the bullet hits exactly where Jeon wanted—that innocent-looking branch that apparently wasn't so innocent after all.

A net explodes from the darkness like some kind of ninja trap, shooting toward the approaching figure. But whoever it is moves like water—fluid, impossible, beautiful in a terrifying way. The net hits empty ground with a sad little flutter while your brain tries to process what just happened.

Beside you, Jeon goes still. If you weren't pressed so close, you might have missed that tiny hitch in his breath—the only sign that this wasn't part of his plan. His eyes narrow just slightly, that crack in his perfect mask making your stomach do weird flips.

He pushes you back against the rock, putting himself between you and whatever's coming. The stone digs into your spine, cold and rough through your clothes.

Then everything happens at once.

A shadow vaults over your hiding spot, moving with deadly grace. Gunshots crack through the night, and suddenly Jeon's shoving you down, his body covering yours. The world spins into a blur of motion and sound, your pulse drumming so loud you can barely think.

When reality settles back into focus, you watch the figure reach for their mask. Your fingers tighten on your gun, waiting to see what kind of threat managed to dodge one of Jeon's traps.

The mask comes off.

Oh for fuck's sake.

V's grinning like the cat that got the cream. "Paintball night!" he announces with way too much glee for someone who just scared the shit out of you.

Relief and irritation war in your chest. Of course it's V. Who else would turn a simple training exercise into their personal dramatic performance?

You watch Jeon's shoulders drop, but the annoyance is written all over his face. His jaw's so tight you can practically hear all the curses he's not saying.

Always the professional, even when he's irritated.

V's eyes dances with delight as he watches Jeon simmer. "Don't look at me like that, Kookie," he coos, lips curling into that signature smirk that makes you want to take a step back.

Cookie?

You blink, trying to process that nickname. Looking at Jeon—all dark clothes, silver piercings, and intimidating tattoos—the last thing that comes to mind is anything remotely cute or sweet. The mental image of him buying cookies from some terrified boy scouts makes you bite back a laugh.

Now that's a story you'd pay to hear.

Jeon's eyebrow shoots up in that way that somehow manages to say f̶u̶c̶k̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ more effectively than actual words. His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek, jaw working like he's physically holding back whatever he wants to say. He's irritated.

"I'll give you some advantage," V sighs dramatically, thorny vines wrapping around your lungs even from this distance. "No fun beating you when you're unarmed." The words drip with amusement, like this whole thing is his favorite game. "See ya."

With one last unsettling grin, he melts into the darkness. Because of course he does. Dramatic asshole.

You're still sprawled on the ground, processing what just happened. Leave it to V to turn a regular night into some twisted paintball training session. The man's idea of "improving stealth skills" is giving everyone heart attacks.

Beside you, Jeon's muscles finally uncoil from their battle-ready stance. He looms over you, and you can't tell if the expression on his face is more annoyed or relieved.

"You gonna get up or what?" The words come out gruff, but there's something else there. Something that might be concern if you squint.

Then his hand appears in front of your face. You stare at it for a second, surprised. It's weirdly bare compared to his tattooed arms, and you hesitate before taking it. His grip is firm but careful as he helps you up.

The whole night feels surreal —one weird training session bleeding into another. You glance at Jeon as he stretches, working out the tension in his shoulders.

The mystery of "Cookie" tugs at your curiosity, but one look at his face tells you now's not the time to ask.

Some mysteries are probably better left unsolved.

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MISTER x SHOUJO - Subaru Oogami x G.N Reader part 2!

The kid at the back is a 18+ visual novel Minors don’t interact!

Words: 16000

Genre: G.N Reader (Fluff, Angst!)

Summary: You and Geo navigate an unconventional relationship built on misunderstanding, tension, and unexpected moments of connection. After a lie spirals out of control, rumors spread that Geo is your boyfriend, much to the confusion of everyone around you—including Geo himself. Despite his cold and hostile demeanor, Geo reluctantly agrees to play along, but only for his own peace and solitude.

Geo’s sharp, broody personality often leaves you feeling uncertain and overwhelmed. He doesn’t hesitate to criticize you, flick your forehead when you talk back, or scold you for minor mistakes. Yet, he also protects you, whether from prying classmates or persistent admirers, and even takes your hand to make a show of your “relationship” when his friends are watching.

( Reader is a g.n!)-

Trigger Warning: This content contains themes of

Tension-filled dynamics with elements of power imbalance and verbal hostility’s

Rumors and social pressures leading to feelings of alienation and discomfort.

Physical gestures of dominance (e.g., flicking foreheads, pinching).

Underlying themes of unresolved trauma and complex family dynamics

Solivan Brugmanisa

Violence, Blood

EXTRA: He’s a character from a game named The kid at the back!! Note, Been reading a lot of Shoujo mangas why not! Make Geo and reader in such a simple plot!

The rain came down in heavy sheets, drumming against the pavement, soaking into the cracks of the worn-out sidewalk. You hadn't brought an umbrella.

Brittney and Jess stood beside you under the overhang of the school building, the cold air thick with the scent of damp earth and wet asphalt. Jess was already dialing her dad, her fingers moving with practiced ease across her phone screen.

“He’ll be here soon,” she said, glancing at you with an expression that was both neutral and expectant.

“You don’t have to—” You started, but Brittney cut you off.

“Don’t even think about saying you’re fine.” Her voice was firm, but there was warmth beneath it. “We’re friends, right? Friends take care of each other.”

Friends.

The word sank into your chest like an unfamiliar weight. It was kind. Too kind. You didn’t deserve it. Not when you were tangled up in a mess of lies and half-truths with Geo, not when—

A sharp snap broke through your thoughts. The unmistakable sound of an umbrella opening.

The three of you turned at the same time.

Geo stood there, holding a sleek black umbrella, his aquamarine eyes sharp and unreadable. His presence alone was enough to draw attention—even in the dim light of the rainy evening, he looked like something out of a different world, the mist curling around his tall frame like he belonged in it.

“Jess. Brittney.” His voice was flat, but there was an edge to it. “You two can go. I’ll take them home.”

Silence.

Jess blinked. Brittney’s eyebrows shot up.

You? With Geo?

No further explanation. No room for argument. He simply stood there, umbrella in hand, waiting.

Deryl appeared out of nowhere, slinging an arm around Geo’s shoulders with a grin that could only mean trouble. “Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Did the cold-blooded prince of archery just volunteer to be someone’s escort? What’s next? Holding hands?”

Geo’s eyes snapped toward him, sharp as a blade. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. The death glare alone was enough to make Deryl lift his hands in surrender, still smirking but taking a step back. “Okay, okay, damn. Didn’t know you were that serious.”

You swallowed, shifting uncomfortably.

Jess and Brittney exchanged glances, their previous teasing momentarily forgotten.

“It’s fine,” you said quietly, forcing a small smile. “Really. Thank you for offering, but I can—”

Geo’s stare darkened.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Brittney sighed, rolling her eyes, and grabbed Jess’s arm. “Let’s just go. If we argue, we’ll be standing here all night, and my hair doesn’t do well in humidity.”

Jess hesitated but eventually nodded. “Text me when you get home,” she murmured before following Brittney toward the parking lot, disappearing into the storm.

Now it was just you and Geo.

The moment stretched.

You hesitated before stepping forward, murmuring an apology to Jess and Brittney as you walked toward him. He didn’t react, just turned and started walking, his long strides forcing you to match his pace.

The umbrella was big enough to shield you both, but just barely. You were close—too close. The sound of raindrops pattering against the fabric above you was deafening in the silence.

People stared. Whispered.

You caught snippets.

“Isn’t that Geo?”

“They’re actually walking together?”

“Did that student change him?”

You swallowed hard, your grip tightening around the strap of your bag. The rumors were getting worse.

Geo, as expected, said nothing. His face was unreadable, but there was a tension in his shoulders, a quiet sort of irritation that made the air feel heavier.

You walked in silence, the only sounds between you being the soft tap, tap, tap of your footsteps on the wet pavement. The whole time, he held the umbrella steadily, keeping you covered without so much as a glance in your direction.

You hated this silence. It felt suffocating.

After a few blocks, you finally gathered the courage to speak. “…You really didn’t have to.”

Geo didn’t respond immediately. His grip on the umbrella tightened slightly. “You would’ve walked in the rain.”

You blinked. “So?”

He exhaled sharply, his breath visible in the cold air. “That’s stupid.”

Your lips parted, but you had no immediate reply to that.

You studied his face—the way his jaw tensed slightly, the furrow of his brows. He looked calm on the surface, but there was something deeper beneath it, something restrained.

You glanced at his hands. His fingers, long and calloused from years of archery, curled tightly around the umbrella’s handle.

“…You don’t like this, do you?” You murmured, half to yourself.

Geo’s eyes flickered toward you for a fraction of a second before he looked away. “What do you think?”

You sighed. “That’s a no.”

Another silence.

More whispers from passing students.

You couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you care what happens to me?”

Geo stopped walking.

The sudden pause made you nearly bump into him. Your breath hitched as he turned slightly, his sharp aquamarine eyes locking onto yours.

It was brief. Just a second.

Then he looked away again, continuing forward as if nothing had happened.

“Because,” he finally muttered, voice lower than before, “you’re part of this mess now.”

That was it. No further explanation.

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the pavement in shimmering puddles. Under the shared umbrella, you could hear the hushed murmurs of onlookers, their whispers weaving into the storm.

You turned to Geo with exaggerated enthusiasm, a sudden, wicked idea sparking in your mind.

“Oh, darling~” you cooed, dramatically pressing a hand to your chest. “Aren’t we just the happiest couple? Walking home together in the rain, side by side, sharing such an intimate moment?”

Geo twitched. His eye twitched. His soul twitched.

“Shut up,” he deadpanned.

You ignored him, pressing on with a theatrical flourish. “Oh, how romantic this is! Just the two of us, against the cruel, stormy world! I swear this must be fate, my dear—”

Geo clicked his tongue, adjusting his grip on the umbrella with thinly veiled irritation. “Hold this properly,” he muttered, shifting it slightly in your direction. “You’re making me get wet.”

You flinched.

For a brief moment, you nearly dropped the act—his words striking something deeply embarrassing within you. He wasn’t even trying to be suggestive, but your brain immediately short-circuited.

Geo noticed. His scowl deepened.

“Not like that, you idiot.”

You cleared your throat, snapping back to reality. “R-Right.”

With an awkward shuffle, you tried to hold the umbrella better, but it was already a lost cause. The angle was off, and soon, Geo was frowning harder, clearly feeling the cold drizzle creeping onto his shoulder.

Then, with a sharp, irritated sigh, he did something unexpected.

Geo stopped walking, opened his bag, and pulled out—

Another umbrella.

Another. Umbrella.

You stared.

He had two this whole time?!

Geo flicked the new one open with a practiced motion, took a single step away from you, and then—without a glance back—simply walked off, his own umbrella shielding him completely while you were left standing there, blinking in betrayal.

“H-Hey!” You called after him, gripping the one he shoved into your hands. “Wait a damn second!”

“Go home,” Geo said flatly, not slowing down.

You hurried after him, huffing. “Why do you get to walk off with your own umbrella while I have to stand here looking—”

“I don’t want to be seen with freaks like you near my place,” he cut in, voice as cold as the rain itself. “I don’t care what happens to you. Just go.”

The words stung more than they should have.

You clenched the handle of the umbrella, watching as he continued forward, his figure growing smaller under the storm.

But then you saw it.

A sleek, black car parked at the curb. A driver waiting outside, umbrella in hand. And standing near it, glaring daggers at the poor man, was Geo.

“I told you I don’t need a driver,” he snapped, his voice barely audible over the rain.

The bodyguard—because of course he had a bodyguard—merely sighed and gestured toward the car. “Apologies, sir. Please get inside.”

Geo gritted his teeth, but eventually, with one last frustrated glance around, he yanked the car door open and disappeared inside.

You stood there, watching as the vehicle pulled away, headlights flickering in the downpour.

You had forgotten.

Geo wasn’t just the broody, moody, overachieving archer. He was rich—filthy rich.

You glanced at the umbrella in your hands, feeling the weight of it, the quiet gift he hadn’t even acknowledged.

Then, with a sigh, you turned in the opposite direction, heading home.

The rhythmic pattering of rain followed you all the way home, but it didn’t wash away the strange, twisting feeling in your chest.

Geo’s words still echoed in your head.

"I don’t want to be seen with freaks like you near my place."

You scoffed, gripping the umbrella tighter as you trudged forward. Whatever. It wasn’t like you wanted to be seen with him either.

And yet…

A part of you lingered on the way he silently handed you the umbrella. On the way he had simply waited for you earlier, without a word, standing under the rain. On the way he—

“Nope. No. Absolutely not.” You shook your head violently, trying to knock the thoughts out of your brain. This was getting out of hand.

You couldn’t keep doing this. This whole fake relationship thing. The stares. The whispers. The emotional whiplash from Geo being a cold, scowling menace one second and then silently protecting you the next.

It was exhausting.

So, you needed a solution.

And then, like a divine revelation, it hit you.

True love.

Yes. That was the answer.

All you had to do was fall in love with someone real. Someone who actually wanted to be with you. Someone who wasn’t a broody, emotionally constipated archery prodigy with a superiority complex.

If you found an actual person to like—no, to love—then this whole stupid, fake romance thing with Geo wouldn’t matter anymore.

You wouldn't have to keep up the act.

Wouldn’t have to deal with his flicks to your forehead.

Wouldn’t have to endure his sharp glares or his occasional, frustrating moments of protectiveness that made your heart almost falter.

No. None of that.

You just had to fall in love.

Easy, right?

…Right?

You stepped into your house, closing the umbrella, and let out a long, tired sigh.

Yeah. This would totally work.

It had to.

The Next Day: The Hunt for "True Love" (And Your Sanity)

You had a plan. A perfect, foolproof, completely rational plan.

Step one: Find someone attractive. Step two: Fall in love. Step three: Free yourself from this insufferable fake relationship with Geo.

Simple. Logical. Efficient.

So, with determination (and a slight, gnawing desperation), you set off to class, ready to find your one true love. Or at least someone who didn’t make you want to bash your head against a wall.

Candidate #1: The Handsome Senior

He was tall. He was charming. He had the kind of presence that made people turn their heads when he walked by. You heard he was a part of the student council. Mature, responsible, and respected. Perfect boyfriend material.

So, you casually walked by him, attempting your best "mysterious yet approachable" look.

And then you heard him speak.

"Oh, sorry, I can't hang out today. I have to alphabetize my sock collection."

…Excuse me?

You stopped dead in your tracks. Did you mishear that? Did he just say… socks?

You glanced at his friend, who just nodded understandingly. "Right, right. Color-coded or just standard alphabetizing?"

"Both. It’s a double system. Gotta keep things organized."

Yeah. No. Absolutely not. You weren’t about to date someone who spent their free time alphabetizing their wardrobe.

You shuffled away before he noticed your stare.

Candidate #2: The Sweet, Soft-Spoken Classmate

She was kind. She had a soothing voice, like a character straight out of a slice-of-life anime. She was the kind of person who would probably knit scarves for stray kittens in her free time.

You sat next to her in class, thinking, Yes. This is the kind of warmth I need in my life.

Then she sneezed.

And it was the single most ungodly, horrific, window-shattering sound you had ever heard in your life.

The entire classroom fell into stunned silence. A few students subtly checked their ears for damage. One guy in the back whispered, "I saw my life flash before my eyes."

Meanwhile, she just sniffled sweetly and continued taking notes.

You decided this was a battle your eardrums weren’t willing to fight.

Candidate #3: The Gym Guy

Alright. Time for something different. Maybe a more physical type. Someone with a strong presence, confidence, charisma.

So, you went to the campus gym, looking for potential.

And oh, you found potential.

A muscular, determined-looking guy was lifting weights in the corner, the epitome of strength and discipline. He had an intense look in his eyes, like he was training for a heroic final battle.

You watched for a second, debating if you should strike up a conversation.

Then he looked at himself in the mirror and whispered, "You are a majestic beast. The gods themselves weep at your strength."

Okay. Time to leave.

Candidate #4: The Bad Boy Wannabe

Alright. You’d tried polite. You’d tried cute. You’d tried athletic. Maybe a little danger was the way to go.

So, you found someone who fit the bill.

Leather jacket. Piercings. Probably smelled like cigarette smoke and rebellion. He leaned against a vending machine like he was posing for a magazine shoot.

You steeled yourself and walked past him, making sure to glance his way.

He smirked. "Hey, babe. What’s your name?"

Okay. Good start. Flirty. Confident. Classic bad-boy energy.

Then he winked. With both eyes.

BOTH. EYES.

Like a weirdly slow, uncomfortable double blink.

Your soul left your body.

You walked away without a word.

Candidate #5: Literally Anyone Else at This Point

You were getting desperate. Someone. Anyone. Please.

You tried chatting with the friendly barista at the café. But he wouldn’t stop talking about his pet lizard and how they were "spiritually connected in a past life."

You tried making conversation with a fellow bookworm at the library. But she responded with "The only true love I need is between the pages of a good novel."

You even considered the quiet nerdy kid in the corner, but then you saw him aggressively arguing about the exact power levels of anime characters in an online forum.

It was hopeless.

No one felt right. No one fit.

And as much as you tried to ignore it, there was a nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you why.

Because every time you tried to picture yourself with someone else…

Every time you imagined soft, romantic moments with someone new…

Your mind kept wandering back to Geo.

To the way he held the umbrella over you without a word. To the way his fingers had curled around yours in the cafeteria. To the way he scolded you, flicked your forehead, glared at you like an angry cat—yet still, somehow, always ended up looking out for you.

You shook your head violently. No. Absolutely not.

Geo was cold. Geo was distant. Geo didn’t want to be seen with you.

This was fake.

So why…?

The moment you stepped out of class, you knew something was wrong.

The hallway was too quiet.

Like the unsettling calm before a horror movie jumpscare.

And then—

"THERE THEY ARE!"

You barely had time to blink before you were surrounded. A group of girls, all dressed in varying shades of Geo’s fanclub aesthetic—dark colors, sharp eyeliner, and expressions that screamed unhinged devotion—stood before you like a council of judges prepared to deliver a death sentence.

"Come with us," one of them said. It wasn’t a request.

You weren’t dumb. Running would just make it worse. So, with a heavy sigh, you let yourself be dragged—literally dragged—to the school playground.

A trial was about to begin.

Geo’s Divine Court

They stood in a circle, blocking any possible exit.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" one girl shrieked.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" you shot back, already exhausted.

"You don’t deserve him!" another spat. "Geo—**OUR GEO—**is a divine being! He is to be worshipped from afar! Not… touched!"

Someone gasped at the mere idea of physical contact.

You rubbed your temples. "You guys are insane."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

You groaned. "Look. If you all love him so much, why don’t you just confess?"

Gasps. Literal gasps.

One girl looked horrified. Another clutched her chest like she was about to faint.

"Confess?!" one finally shrieked. "That’s—that’s sacrilegious!"

"You don’t just confess to Geo!" another shouted. "You admire him from afar!"

"You appreciate his existence!"

"You burn incense in his honor!"

…What?

"Hold on, hold on," you cut in. "Let me get this straight. You’re all obsessed with him, but none of you want to actually date him?"

"Of course not!"

"He is too pure for a mere mortal like us!"

"He is an untouchable deity!"

You stared at them. Then muttered under your breath, "People are so dumb."

Unfortunately, they heard you.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

You flinched. Great. Time to dig your grave deeper.

"I mean…" You cleared your throat. "It’s just… kind of stupid? You guys are acting like he’s some kind of god, when in reality, he’s just a guy. A really rude guy, but still a guy."

Silence.

Tension filled the air. They were ready to kill you.

You swallowed nervously. "Look, I don’t know what to tell you. I confessed. He accepted. It’s not my fault you guys are too scared to try."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh my god." You let out a nervous laugh, waving them off. "It’s literally only a rule for cowards who won’t confess. I confessed. He said yes. You guys are just annoying, ahahaha—"

The world froze.

You realized what you just said.

Oh no.

Their eyes burned into you, the sheer rage radiating from them enough to make you question every decision you had ever made.

And then—

"YOU WHAT?!?!"

Meanwhile, Elsewhere…

Geo sneezed.

Deryl, standing next to him, snickered. "Someone must be talking about you~"

Geo scowled. He had a bad feeling about this.

Just when you thought you were about to be devoured by a mob of rabid fangirls, a voice cut through the chaos.

"Oi."

The air shifted.

The girls turned, faces paling instantly.

A guy stood behind them—tall, broad-shouldered, and unmistakably a delinquent. His uniform was messily worn, his red hair a wild contrast to the dark scowl he wore.

"You lot done acting like clowns?" he said, his voice slow and unimpressed.

Silence.

Then—

Without another word, the fangirls scattered like roaches.

You blinked. Huh. That was easy.

The guy sighed, looking down at you. "You okay?"

You realized you were still sitting on the ground, dirt on your sleeves and a sore feeling in your wrist from where one of them had grabbed you.

"...Yeah."

He held out a hand. "C'mon."

Hesitantly, you took it.

Warm. His grip was strong, but gentle.

"Let’s get you patched up," he said, leading you toward the infirmary.

An Unexpected Invitation

The antiseptic stung as the guy carefully dabbed a cotton swab against a small scrape on your arm.

"You sure you’re Geo’s lover?" he asked casually.

You tensed. "...Yeah?"

For a split second, his lips curled into a smirk—sharp, knowing. But then, just as quickly, it was replaced with a kind smile.

"That so?" He leaned back. "Well, you must be pretty special then."

You laughed awkwardly. "Not really."

"You are if you got him to say yes."

You shrugged, trying to change the subject. "Anyway… thanks for helping me out."

He waved it off. "Nah, don’t worry about it. People like them are just annoying." He paused, then suddenly asked, "Hey, you busy Sunday?"

You blinked. "Uh… no?"

"Cool." His smile was too sweet. "Let’s hang out then."

What.

Your brain short-circuited.

A GUY JUST ASKED YOU OUT?!

This was NEW TERRITORY. Geo never asked you out—he just dragged you places without warning. But this guy? He was polite. He asked. He even looked kind while doing it!

"O-Okay!" you said before your nerves could catch up to you.

He grinned. "Then let’s exchange numbers."

Your heart was racing.

After swapping contacts, you smiled at your phone like an idiot. He was so nice.

This was great! Maybe this was exactly what you needed!

A nice, normal, sweet guy who didn’t flick your forehead or act like you were a burden—

The infirmary door slammed open.

Possessiveness in Motion

Geo stood there, face unreadable, gaze immediately locking onto you.

"...Come."

You blinked. "What?"

Geo didn’t repeat himself. He didn’t look at the red-haired guy. Just at you.

"...Right now?"

His eyes darkened. "Come."

The air grew thick. The red-haired guy tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze as he observed the tension.

But Geo didn’t acknowledge him. He was focused on you—and not in a way that made you feel safe.

You hesitated, glancing at the guy beside you. He gave you a gentle look, as if silently asking if you were okay.

Geo finally turned his head.

The temperature in the room dropped.

It wasn’t a glare—it was worse. It was indifference mixed with a warning.

Like Geo was looking at a bug he didn’t want to waste his time on.

The red-haired guy just grinned.

"Heh."

Geo ignored him, turning back to you, waiting.

You sighed. "...Sorry," you muttered to the guy before standing up.

He just leaned back in his chair, watching as you left with Geo.

And the moment the door shut behind you—

A chuckle.

Low, quiet, but unmistakably mirthful.

"Heh… heheheh…"

His smile stretched into something darker.

"Geo, Geo… you’re gonna be just as heartbroken as me."

You were just about to step out of the infirmary when Geo appeared again, his presence like a storm cloud, sudden and looming.

"Give me your phone." His voice was colder than the air in the room.

You froze, blinking at him. "What?"

He didn’t answer, just held his hand out, waiting for you to comply. You hesitated. This was getting out of hand. Why was he suddenly acting like this? But you had no choice but to hand him your phone. What else could you do? His grip on your arm was firm, his gaze unyielding.

He swiped through your phone without so much as a glance at you. The silence between you two was thick, heavy with confusion and something else—something that felt like a storm gathering in the distance.

Then, without any explanation, he went to your contact list and found the number for the red-haired guy. You stared, bewildered, as he deleted it with a few swift movements.

"Geo! Why—"

You started, your voice shaking with a mix of disbelief and frustration. "Why did you do that? He was nice to me! He helped me when those girls were... were attacking me. He was—"

"I know what he was," Geo interrupted sharply, his voice cutting through the air like ice. "He was just some guy who thought he could flirt with you and make me look like a fool."

You blinked. "He wasn’t like that at all!"

Geo was glaring at you now, and for a moment, it almost felt like he was staring straight into your soul. His eyes were cold, calculating, full of contempt and something else—something that looked like... disappointment.

"Why?" You repeated, more quietly this time. "Why would you delete his number? He was a good person. He treated me like I was... like I was someone worth—"

Geo suddenly grabbed your phone and shoved it into your hand. "Don’t talk to me about being worth something." His voice was low, strained, as if he was holding back something much darker. "You don’t get it, do you?"

You stared at him, mouth agape. "What don’t I get, Geo?"

"Everything," he spat. "Everything you're doing is fake." His words stung, harsh and unforgiving. "You think I’m doing this because I want to see you all cozy with some random guy who probably doesn’t care about you? I’m doing this because you’re too damn naïve."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "I’m naïve?!" You felt your anger rise, your voice trembling but growing stronger. "You’re the one deleting my number like some kind of jealous psycho. How is that any better, huh?"

Geo looked at you, his eyes darkening even more. "It’s not about being jealous," he snapped. "It’s about you getting caught up in some stupid fantasy, thinking everything is some damn fairytale. There’s no ‘true love,’ no ‘perfect guy.’ There’s just people, and they’ll all use you if you let them."

You were shaking now, feeling like the world was spinning around you. His words cut deep, but something about the way he said it—something about the way he looked at you, like he was speaking from experience, made you want to scream at him.

"I don’t need you to protect me, Geo." The words slipped out before you could stop them. "You’re not helping me, you’re just trying to control me. You act like you care, but all you do is push me away every time I try to understand you. Maybe you don’t even know what the hell you want!"

Geo didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just stood there, glaring at you, as if weighing your words. Then, finally, he spoke. "You’re an idiot." His voice was thick with disgust. "You think everything’s so easy, don’t you? That all this... this fake dating thing, it’s all some stupid game to you." He paused, his voice growing quieter, as if he was trying to swallow something heavy. "I’m trying to help you, but you’re too damn stubborn to see it."

You were speechless, all of a sudden feeling like the world around you was collapsing. "Help me?" You repeated, your voice trembling, not entirely sure if you were angry or hurt. "Help me by making me feel like I’m worthless? Like nothing matters except your control over me? You don’t care about me, Geo. You just want to make sure I don’t make my own choices."

Geo’s expression faltered for the briefest second, his eyes narrowing. "I’m not some hero, okay? I never wanted to be."

But you couldn’t stand it anymore. "Then stop acting like you are!" you snapped. "Stop trying to make decisions for me!"

Geo stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. His eyes softened, just for a moment, but the coldness quickly returned. "You’re too much of a damn mess to know what’s good for you." He was speaking quietly now, as though talking to himself more than to you. "You don’t even know how dangerous it is to get attached to people like that guy. He’s not real, just like this whole stupid thing between us. Fake. All of it."

You felt your heart sink. You had always known Geo was messed up, but hearing him say those words… it made everything feel like it was breaking apart.

You stepped back, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know what? You’re right." You shook your head, holding back the tears that threatened to fall.- "Yes! But it's not fake like us!"

Geo didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. He just turned and walked away, his back to you, leaving you with your tangled thoughts and a broken heart.

It was Sunday, and the sun was beginning to dip low, casting a warm golden glow over everything. The red-haired guy, whose name you now knew was Kai, had taken you out to a café and even showed you a few places in town you'd never seen before. For the first time in a long time, you were enjoying yourself, feeling something you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in a while: happiness.

He was so kind, so different from Geo, in all the right ways. There was no bitterness or possessiveness in his eyes, no constant tension in his voice. He smiled easily, laughed easily, and you found yourself relaxing in his company, like you could just be... you. No pretenses, no drama. It felt... normal.

As the evening progressed, Kai had taken you to a small bar where the two of you shared a drink, talking about everything and nothing. You felt at ease with him, so different from the constant pressure you felt when Geo was around. It was refreshing. When you reached for your wallet to pay for your drink, Kai stopped you with a soft laugh.

"Don't worry about it," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "It's on me."

You froze for a moment, feeling your face warm up. "Oh, no, I can pay. I don’t mind." You weren’t used to anyone paying for you, especially someone who wasn’t your family. But Kai just shook his head and smiled.

"It’s fine. I insisted."

You smiled back, a little embarrassed, but also grateful. There was something so nice about this moment, so normal.

But then, as you were both walking out, Kai hesitated, his expression shifting slightly. You noticed it, the way his shoulders stiffened, and the way his smile faltered. It was subtle, but it was there. He glanced at you before letting out a small sigh.

"Sorry, I should’ve thought this through," he said, his voice softer now. "I... I forgot that you have a boyfriend. I shouldn't have taken you out like this."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. "Boyfriend?" you repeated, confused. You tried to push the tightness in your chest down, but it was hard to ignore. "I... I don't have a boyfriend."

Kai looked taken aback by your response, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he studied your face. "But... you’ve been acting like it. With Geo, right?"

"Geo and I are... fake dating," you muttered, the truth finally spilling out. "It’s not real, not the way you think. It’s all just... to get through some things." You paused, unsure of how to explain. "I’m single, Kai. I’m... not with anyone."

You could see his expression soften, and for a moment, you thought he might have been relieved. His eyes met yours, and there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh," he said, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful. "I... I didn’t realize. I’m sorry for assuming."

But then, as if something inside him snapped, that smile faded. His gaze hardened, and his next words came out a little too quickly, too harshly.

"You know," he started, a bitter edge to his voice, "I wasted my entire day today, trying to show you a good time." You blinked, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "I really thought you were different. But maybe I was wrong."

"What... what do you mean?" you asked, your heart suddenly racing in your chest. Something about the way he said it didn’t sit right with you.

Kai looked at you, his expression now full of disdain. "I was just trying to show you something real. Show you someone who cares, someone who doesn’t treat you like shit... unlike that guy you’ve been pretending to date. Geo, right?" His words were sharp, cutting deep. "I thought maybe you could see me as someone better. But clearly, I was just wasting my time."

Your stomach dropped, and you felt yourself shrink under the weight of his words. "Kai... What are you talking about?"

He looked away, his jaw tight as he exhaled deeply, clearly frustrated. "Geo stole my girlfriend," he spat, his voice full of venom. "She was perfect, you know? Smart, funny, beautiful. She was mine, and I loved her. But one day, she looked at Geo, and—poof—just like that, she was gone. Gone because she realized Geo was the real beauty. The one everyone falls for. And you know what? She still likes him, even though he rejected her. He doesn't even care."

Your heart twisted in your chest as you listened to Kai’s words, but the way he was speaking... it was like there was a darker undertone to all of this. You felt the pieces start to click together, but you didn’t want to believe it.

"I just wanted to show that asshole how it feels," Kai continued, his voice shaking with emotion. "I wanted to take his lover away from him. To make him feel what I felt when she left me. You’re just a pawn in this stupid game, you know? Just like she was a pawn for Geo." His words were like knives, stabbing deep into your heart. "I used you. I took you out, made you feel special, just to show Geo that you could be mine, too. But I guess you’re just as much of a fool as I was, huh?"

You felt your chest tighten, your breath shallow. The realization hit you like a brick wall—he had been using you all along. Kai wasn’t interested in you for who you were. He didn’t care about your feelings, your happiness, none of it. You were just a tool for him to take revenge on Geo, to make him feel like he had won.

All of a sudden, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The room seemed to close in around you, the weight of everything sinking in. You felt stupid, broken, like a fool who had fallen for it all. Everything had been a lie, a setup, from the very beginning.

"I—" you tried to speak, but the words were stuck in your throat. How could you have been so blind?

Kai smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Tell a guy the truth before you waste his money and time. Don’t make the same mistake I did, sweetheart."

Kai’s laughter echoed in the quiet air, his voice sharp and mocking. The sound cut through you like a knife, every word he spat at you stinging worse than the last.

"You really are that stupid, huh?" he sneered, his eyes flashing with cruel satisfaction. "You were so desperate for love that you fell for my little act. How pathetic. I gave you a little taste, and you bought into it like a fool."

You could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, each one making you feel smaller and more worthless. He looked at you with such disdain, as if you were the joke in a game he had already won. You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you, but it was impossible. His words, his laughter... they were too much.

Tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here, not now. But it was too late. They slipped down your cheeks anyway, and you couldn’t stop them. It was a mixture of hurt, betrayal, and anger. You had trusted him, believed him when he was kind. But it had all been a lie. All of it.

Suddenly, a loud cough broke through the air, and you looked up to find a familiar figure standing near you. It was Geo, sitting down beside you with that cold, almost indifferent look on his face. The way he looked at Kai—like he was nothing more than a pest—was enough to make Kai pause and turn around.

Kai’s face twisted in anger as he stood up. "This is none of your business, Geo!" he snapped. "She was my girlfriend. You stole her from me!"

Geo glanced at Kai with complete disgust, his lip curling in a barely concealed sneer. "Stole her?" Geo repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "I didn’t steal anything, idiot. She came to me. She fell for me on her own. I didn’t even know you existed, much less care about your relationship with her. So, quit whining like a child."

Kai’s mouth hung open for a moment, stunned by the audacity of Geo’s words. But his face twisted back into anger as he opened his mouth to retort. But before he could say another word, Geo turned his back to him and reached out to take your hand, pulling you closer.

"We’re leaving," Geo said, his voice low and commanding.

You felt like you were in a haze. The words still stung, and the tears were threatening to come again, but Geo’s touch grounded you. It felt... different, somehow, but in a way that was more real than anything you had felt all day. He didn’t say much, but there was a strange comfort in the way his hand wrapped around yours.

But as Geo led you away, something made you stop in your tracks. Your voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper, as you turned to look at Kai one last time.

"Was all of the kind things you said a lie?" you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. The vulnerability in your voice was clear, and you didn’t care anymore. You just needed to know.

Kai’s response was just as cruel as the rest of his behavior. He threw his head back and laughed again, louder this time.

"Of course, it was a lie," he said, his tone dripping with venom. "You’re nothing more than a cheap little toy to play with. You fell so hard for me, but you’re just another person I used to get my revenge. I told you, you’re not worth it." His eyes glinted with malicious pleasure. "No thank you. You’re just desperate. And that’s your problem."

Your chest tightened painfully at his words, the tears that you had been fighting for so long finally breaking free. They ran down your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore. They were just tears, a small release from everything that had been building up inside. You stared at the ground, unable to look at him any longer.

Geo’s expression softened just slightly as he turned to look at you. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched you for a moment, taking in the sight of you so broken. His usual coldness seemed to slip away, but only for a moment, replaced by something almost... caring. But that didn’t last long.

Geo’s hand tightened around yours, and without warning, he turned back to face Kai, who was still standing there, laughing. His laughter died in an instant as Geo's gaze locked on him, dark and unwavering.

"Shut the hell up," Geo growled, his voice so low and dangerous that it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Kai opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Geo’s fist shot out and connected with his jaw with a sickening thud.

The force of the punch sent Kai stumbling back, and he fell to the ground, dazed and disoriented. You stood there, wide-eyed, as Geo glared down at him, his anger radiating off of him in waves.

"Stay the hell away from them," Geo spat, his voice deadly calm. "Next time, I won’t just punch you. I’ll shoot you with an arrow. Got it?" He gave one last, cold look to Kai, who was slowly getting to his feet, still looking dazed but clearly scared.

Kai didn’t even try to fight back. His face was twisted in a mixture of pain and fear, but before he could say anything more, he turned and ran, disappearing into the distance.

Geo stood there, breathing heavily, watching Kai go. After a moment, he turned back to you, his expression unreadable. You felt his gaze on you.

Wiping at your eyes, but your heart still felt heavy. The truth was, you didn’t know if you were okay yet. But Geo had done something for you today—something you never expected. He had protected you in a way no one else had.

Geo didn’t say anything else, just reached out and pulled you toward him, his hand still holding yours.

Geo walked ahead, his pace unhurried, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet street. You followed beside him, your mind buzzing with questions and confusion. It was almost like you were lost in a fog, unable to piece together everything that had just happened.

You glanced over at him, trying to catch a glimpse of the thoughts swirling behind his stoic expression. "Did you know about Kai from the start?" you asked quietly, breaking the silence.

He didn't look at you right away, but when he did, his eyes were sharp, almost cold. "Yeah. Guys like him? They're players," he muttered, voice devoid of any real emotion. "Don't involve me in nonsense like that."

You swallowed hard, biting your lip. The truth was, you didn’t understand any of it. You’d been caught up in a whirlwind of feelings, unsure of who to trust, unsure of what was real. But you couldn’t help but ask, "But even after you knew… you still came. Why?"

Geo's eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. He seemed to consider the question for a moment, but when he spoke, his words came out with a biting edge. "Because you’re delusional," he said bluntly. "That thing you left behind? That wasn’t love. It was a delusion." He shook his head, his gaze turning distant. "This kind of love? There’s no need to feel bad about it."

You blinked at him, not fully processing his words. Geo, with his usual coldness, was telling you that your feelings were nothing but an illusion. You didn’t even know how to respond. You wanted to argue, to tell him that he was wrong, but you felt small in that moment...

He was trying to comfort you..

But then, something inside you shifted.

You stopped walking, your heart suddenly light, the fog in your mind clearing for a brief moment. You felt an almost giddy sensation in your chest—like a spark of realization had ignited within you. Your lips parted in surprise as you quietly whispered to yourself, "Maybe… maybe I did fall."

The truth hit you like a wave. It wasn’t the first time you’d felt something for someone, but this was different. It was him. It had always been him, hadn’t it? Even with all the confusion, all the masks, you had fallen for Geo.

The moment felt so surreal, and yet, as you stood there, still processing it, your heart beat faster.

Geo had stopped walking, but he didn’t turn around. You wanted to say something, wanted to explain it all, but the words felt stuck in your throat. So instead, you simply whispered, “Thank you.” It was quiet, barely audible, but the sincerity was there, carried through the weight of your realization.

Geo paused, his body stiffening for a moment. For a second, you thought he hadn’t heard you. But then, without turning his head, he spoke again.

"Don’t thank me," he said, his voice softer, but still laced with the same coldness. "I didn’t do anything for you."

But his voice betrayed something. It wasn’t just indifference—it was more complicated than that. It was like he was struggling to reconcile something inside himself, some part of him that didn’t want to care but maybe, just maybe, did.

You took a hesitant step toward him, wanting to explain, wanting him to understand. But before you could open your mouth, Geo did something that made your heart skip a beat.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes snapping upward as though he remembered something—or someone—else.

His whole posture shifted. His jaw tightened, and his eyes took on a strange, unreadable expression.

It was like something from the past had resurfaced in his mind, something he didn’t want to confront. The brief flicker of vulnerability that you had seen earlier was gone, replaced by the mask of indifference you had become so accustomed to.

But you couldn’t help but feel the change in the air, like there was more to this than either of you had realized. His silence hung there between you, and even though you didn’t fully understand it, you felt like you were on the edge of something that neither of you was ready for.

Geo finally turned his head to look at you, his expression guarded, but his eyes betraying a storm of thoughts just beneath the surface.

"Don’t follow me," he said, his tone harsh again, as if he was trying to shut down whatever feelings might be lingering.

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him you didn’t understand him, to try to explain everything you felt. But the words caught in your throat, because you realized something else.

He was running from something.

Geo, who had been so certain, so detached, was now holding something back. You didn’t know if it was something personal, something from his past, but you could feel it.

"Geo?" you whispered, but he didn’t answer. He just kept walking, further and further away.

SOME CHILDHOOD MEMORY

.."You built the snow people well!"

"It's supposed to be me and y/n!"

"Hah! Oh! Mister """"" is calling!" The two boys ran suddenly, the dark haired boy looked at the snow people. His Y/n, was destroyed.

"Young Master, I went to call your friend. Apparently, They left."

"......"

"........They promised.."

"............Why?!"

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AN UNEXPECTED CONFESSION!

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Valentine’s day shidou ryusei x reader fic <3

What you need to know: short, cheesy and cliche, reader is shy, high school au, artsy Shidou and reader, gender neutral reader, fluff!

Shidou Ryusei. The name of the boy who sat next to you in the art club and also the guy you started to really like ever since club activities started.

Many people would describe Shidou as aggressive, impulsive, mean and even a demon, but to you he was like a cupid’s arrow shot straight into your heart.

Shidou was a very different person when he was at the art club, he was very dedicated and calm. He would often compliment your work and tell you about how he liked your explosions or something like that, give you tips and opinions to help you improve, he was attentive to you and even if you rarely talk outside club activities and you often saw him getting into fights or practicing in his other club he always was very sweet to you, a rare sight on him.

You were shy and barely talk to anyone, so when you went to the art club and he started talking to you at first you were happy you made a friend, he was a little weird and very teasing sometimes, but he was nice and you seemed to have the same interests, you fell in love in the way he saw things and how he expressed himself without words but with art and soccer.

Valentine’s Day was getting near and you were currently trying to write a love letter for him, you even did a sketch of him.

“No… this sounds pretty stupid…” You mumbled as you threw another piece of paper to the trash. The letter had to be perfect, you assumed he received a lot of love letters on Valentine’s Day so your letter had to stand out from the rest.

You hadn’t even finished writing another attempt of a letter without being a blushing mess, giggling and kicking your feet every time you thought about Shidou. You were really scared, the last time you gave a love letter to someone the person just straight out laughed and bluntly rejected you.

Finally after a long time of writing and trying to pour out your feelings to the letter and making some chocolate cookies that were surprisingly delicious, you packed everything in a pretty pink box and waited for Valentine’s Day to come.

Meanwhile, to Shidou Valentine’s Day was another boring day, contrary to what you thought, he never received a letter, let alone a confession. People would just look for him for something casual or hookups as he was “just too much” or “too weird” in their words. He craved for something much more than that, he wanted real love, someone would make his cells vibrate, he wanted an explosion, a person who get him and not restrained him from his so called freedom. A feeling he only felt when he was in the field or working on a canvas.

At the end of the day he would cry when he became nothing, specially on Valentine’s Day when he craved more of that feeling. Yeah, being just by himself was nice and he was used to, he enjoyed it, but it was days like this when he started to overthink what it felt like to be loved and cared for.

Today was the day, you had packed the box in your backpack and you were currently walking to the art club, feeling the weight of every step you took. Your heart was beating very fast and you were very anxious, your plan was to ask Shidou to talk privately after the club activities ended and give him box. As you arrived to the club, he was already there, you sat next to him as usual and took a deep breath.

“Hey y/n, is something wrong? You seem nervous” Shidou tilted his head, looking at you slightly curious.

“I-I’m fine…” you smiled shyly and turned to look at him with a determined face. “Shidou, I was wondering if we could talk before we go home.” You blushed and immediately cursed yourself for getting flustered so quick.

“Oh? Now I’m curious, sure we can~” Shidou smirked as he then started to work on his own canvas, feeling a small jolt on his heart at your words and flustered state, could it be…? No, he was in denial, maybe it was something else. He couldn’t imagine someone so sweet, shy and gentle liking him.

The club felt like an eternity to both, Shidou was dying of curiosity and you were dying of embarrassment, neither of you shared a word until club activities were over.

“So? Where should we talk?” Shidou looked at you with curiosity and slight impatience.

“Uh… can we go to the sakura tree?” You asked, almost mumbling the last part as you felt you heart beat faster and your cheeks starting to redden.

The sakura tree was a peaceful and common spot were couples hang out in school, Shidou was confused and surprised by your request but agreed anyway, he didn’t want to get his hopes up but he couldn’t deny his heart was getting excited.

Once you reach the spot you stood up in front of him, you took out the pink box with the letter and cookies inside and breathed deeply. You extended your hands holding the box to him as your face was a deep shade of red.

“F-for you!” You looked down and your hands slightly trembled.

Shidou widened his eyes and blinked twice as he processed what was happening. The person whom explosions he loved and made his cells get excited was giving him what it look like a love letter? Surely this was a first for him.

He took the box from you with care as if it was the most precious thing he saw ever and stared at it. “Can i… open it?” He spoke softly as he started to open the box.

You nodded shyly, still not able to look at him as you heard him open the box and when you heard he was opening the letter you quickly looked at him, terrified. “You can read it later, t-there’s no need to read it now…” You stuttered as you saw him ignore you and open the letter anyway.

You could see his concentrated face as he was eating one of the cookies you made and reading the letter, but you couldn’t figure out his reaction, he was expressionless. “Don’t feel pressured to say something I… just wanted to tell you my feelings and-“

You were cut off when suddenly Shidou cupped your face with his free hand and smashed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, you could feel the taste of the cookies through it, but it was full with passion and excitement.

He pulled away and looked at you, a slight blush covering his face as he was smiling stupidly in love.

“You really surprise me sweetheart~” He chuckled as he caressed your cheek while you were still processing what just happened. “You even did a pretty drawing of me! Damn i look handsome.” He chuckled as he admired your sketch.

Your lips trembled and you felt your chest could explote at any second, you didn’t imagine to get this far with your confession. “You… like it?” You asked still in disbelief.

“Like it? Sweetheart, this is the first time I’ve received something so beautiful.” He smirked and ruffled your hair. “So I’d say I love it” Shidou was over the clouds, he felt like someone finally matched his explosions, he didn’t care you were slightly shy and more reserved. You were just perfect for him, you get him and saw through him, it was the kind of feeling he was craving for all this time.

Your eyes lit up at his words, your lips curving into a smile as you looked at him. “Shidou…”

“You’re never leaving my side now, just so you know.” He smirked and hugged you tightly.

This was a very unexpected confession to Shidou, but he was determined to be with you and never let you go now that he found his missing piece.

Hope you like it! This was just a simple fic now that Valentine’s is coming, English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes!!

I made this for my shy people!! Bc honestly if somehow shidou was my classmate i would be trembling and blushing like crazy lol

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You never really minded that Grimmjow was staying in your house until he is bleeding on your floor.

You had two bags in your hand filled with a variety of different ingredients and self indulgent sweets that you tried to stop yourself from buying and clearly failed. You fumble for the keys to your apartment in your pockets before unlocking the door and stepping in, you haven’t seen Grimmjow for at least a week now. You had suspected he was off doing some fighting or shit which he would later brag to you about. Chucking the keys at the table next to your door you put down the bags in your hands, your arms feeling instant relief. You were about to take off your shoes until you hear the sound of heavy breathing and you pause. 

“Grimmjow?” You call out, normally he would have the TV on some weird challenge shows which you weren’t interested in or figuring out how to play gta which you admittedly regret buying.

You make your way over to the livingroom and your eyes widen at seeing Grimmjow bloody and breathing heavily on your floor.

“What the- are you ok?!” You say quickly as you rush over to him, kneeling down next to his chest assessing his wound, it was deep. “Fuck- fuck!?” What do espada’s use to heal themselves? You don’t know anything about the Soul Society or Hueco Mundo that he keeps on going on about. You didn’t realise you were zoning out until Grimmjow grabs you and buys the arm. 

“Just stop the bleeding.” He hisses at you making you feel somewhat dumb, you get to your feet before rushing over to your bathroom grab a towel to put pressure on the wound. You had only seen this shit on TV and never actually imagined you doing it. It’s not like you were going to call an ambulance for a guy who is already dead and is going to die again (not on your watch).

You run back over to him to see him no longer lying on the floor but sitting up, you pray he doesn’t stain the couch but now is not the time for that. 

“What happened to you?!” You ask as you use the towel to apply pressure on the deepest cut which draws a low groan from him. 

“Fucking prick Nnoitra.” He mutters between groans, you knew he wasn’t going to admit being defeated by someone, that just the type of person he is. You could already suss out what was going on, the once white towel turns a black colour. You hadn’t known that arrancar blood was black, it’s not everyday Grimmjow bleeds out on your floor.

“You're fine, you’ll be fine.” You whisper words that he probably doesn’t need but it does make him look calmer, if that's even possible this guy had a permanent scowl on his face.

“Tough fight huh.” You say as you press harder onto the wound, it wasn’t bleeding as much now but it would still hurt like shit.

“I didn’t lose. I was caught off guard.” He says as he looks away from you. The sound of your laugh is what makes Grimmjow finally look at you, your laugh will be the death of him. Unless you don’t kill him by how hard you're pressing down on his wound. 

“What are you laughing about woman?” He sneered at you, making you laugh even more. You stop laughing as he grabs your arm making you look up at him, as you smile hesitantly.

“Nothing.” You say as you look into his blue eyes as he searched in yours for a reason why you find him ‘losing’ so amusing. 

“Bullshit.” He says as your eyes show a single sign of sadness. His grip on his hand tightens as he stares at you. 

You sigh before crossing your legs on your wooden floor. 

“You have been the most interesting thing in my life and- It’s just so absurd that you are here bleeding on my floor as if it's normal to everyone else.” You finally get out with it, you know that Grimmjow isn’t really the person you would talk to about it but, it's that or your friends thinking you're schizophrenic. But it’s his response which makes you surprised. 

“Who else am I going to go to?” He says softly in a way that it doesn’t even sound like him, you blink before smiling you never knew that Grimmjow trusted you this much.

You smile as you look up at him. 

“I knew you trusted me.” 

[the-crustation-sensation]

How i think arcane s2 fumbled Viktor. Coming from a disabled person

Not proofread we die like all my favorite characters

As previously mentioned, I struggle with chronic pain. I have POTs and probably EDS now that I think about it, and I use a cane on bad days since at times walking long distances is very painful

I started watching arcane shortly after discovering my own disability and I was SO happy to see a well represented disabled character, guess who my favorite character is (hard mode)

Anytime there’s someone with a physical disability represented in modern media, they’re never allowed to just… be disabled, casually. Yes disability massively affects and changes one’s live immensely, but it’s not the only all-encompassing trait of their personality. A lot of the time when I see a disabled character, they’re just there to be disabled. They don’t get a character arc outside of their disability… or much of a personality either (9 times out of 10 their usually always paralyzed in a wheelchair too, but that’s a different conversation)

And sometimes having a characters arc revolve around a disability is acceptable, but it’s not ok to have a token disabled character and do nothing else with their plot line. Disability is allowed to be a part of their story, but it doesn’t have to be the whole story. Make your disabled characters people with a disability, not a blank slate token character.

And that’s why I was so pleased with Viktor in season one. He exists With his disability, not despite it. It was very refreshing to a character have a very defined personality and purpose outside being a token disabled character. Yes of course his disability is a huge part of his story, but it’s not the entire story.

Now how did s2 fumble?

In s1 I think viktors descent into illness was well written, I was kind of expecting his disability to be a big part of his overall character arc in the first place (as it so often is) but in s2 I feels like the writers almost forgot that Viktor was dying of cancer … not trying to perfect himself

I was so excited to see what s2 did with his character arc, and I just ended up.. disappointed. On surface level i loved Jesus!viktor just as much as the next fan, but when you dig deeper into his story it felt so icky

Whenever a disabled person is represented, not only does their character arc revolve around disability, it has to revolve around “fixing” said disability. And a big pattern I see is many character arcs having an undertone of radical acceptance. I.e “you where never broken, you just needed to accept yourself” “you just need to love your disability as a part of you”

No… you don’t have to love the part of you that’s actively causing you pain and lowering your quality of life, or actively killing you like Viktors terminal illness.

Self acceptance with disability is all fine and dandy, but it is SO overplayed and overwritten. You’re allowed to be frustrated with your disability, and learn to move past it.

The big point is Viktor was never trying to “perfect” himself in s1, he was trying to live.

In s2 they took the idea of Viktor working to cure his terminal illness and ran with it. They blew his arc so wildly out of proportion until he literally became a god obsessed with “perfecting” all of humanity.

And that just felt.. icky. It didn’t feel like Viktor. The Viktor in s1 had a dream of helping his people, of using his creations to uplift everyone! He never would have wanted to force all of humanity into “evolving” without their consent. And do not even get me STARTED on how he completely lost his autonomy to the hexcore, and in turn took it from so many people. That deserves a post on its own

I was so excited for the arcane writers to do something creative with his character arc, but no. Once again a disabled character fell victim to their entire arc being about fixing their disability, only to end with radical self love and acceptance

And the thing is I could get behind an arc of Viktor healing! He deserves to heal and live his life happy and healthy, but to me and him all of a sudden obsessed with “perfection” felt completely out of left field

I think my biggest problem with season 2 overall is that it lost sight of the entire theme of the show. Season one was a beautiful statement about classism, segregation, and how differently it affects people. It was representing real world problems on a scale we could understand. And the best part about s1 was that everyone on the main cast was relatively morally grey, they were humans who had realistic flaws, and made mistakes.

Nobody was shoved into a traditional “good guy/bad guy” box, and that made the show feel so much more real.

S2 was rushed, and for some reason the writers said “actually never mind, we’re going to bend everyone’s morals out of proportion so we can have a big bad villian we all fight at the end”

It had an overwhelming undertone of “forgive your oppressors so we can come together against a common enemy” which felt like a massive slap in the face to everyone who’s actually experience the classism and poverty that arcane represented in s1

I think so many of the problems with s2 could have been fixed or at least explained in detail if we got a s3. I understand as a writer myself that would have been a long, and expensive process that the arcane producers weren’t willing to go through. But I can’t help but mourn the story we could have had if the writers were just allowed to spend more time on it.

Overall, I could write an essay picking apart every tiny detail of arcane in general, so I’ll stop here. I just needed to get this rant out in writing and out of my head, I’m so insanely disappointed and mildly insulted with how the arcane writers treated Viktor, who had such potential

Feel free to share your opinions or completely disagree with me in the comments, please be kind as this is just my humble analysis and opinion.

[idiashroudshusband]

Loading… // Idia Shroud x Reader - Fluff

The dormitory of Ignihyde was silent, save for the soft hum of computer fans and the flickering glow of blue flames that danced in the darkness. It was past midnight—Idia’s favorite time of day. A time when he didn’t have to worry about forced social interactions or the suffocating expectations of the outside world.

And yet… tonight felt different.

You were sitting in his room, curled up on his bed, bathed in the soft neon glow of his monitors. One of Idia’s favorite animes was playing on a monitor, both of you watching it. Idia still couldn’t quite process how this happened. How you happened.

You, who somehow weren’t put off by his reclusive nature.

You, who laughed and payed attention at his ramblings about obscure game lore instead of getting bored.

You, who leaned close enough that he could smell the faint scent of your shampoo, making his heart rate skyrocket like he was facing a final boss with no HP left.

“Idia?” Your voice right next to him pulled him out of his spiral, and he jolted, nearly knocking over his energy drink.

“W-W-What?” He tugged his hoodie down over his face, soft pink flames sparking erratically at the tips. “D-Don’t sneak up on me like that! Critical damage to my heart gauge…”

You chuckled, resting your chin on your palm. “I’ve been here the whole time, you know.”

“Th-that’s even worse,” he muttered, burying his face deeper into his hood.

It had started with small things. You bringing him food when he forgot to eat (that wasnt just energy drinks and candy, though you did buy some for him on occasion), waiting for him outside the mandatory classes he had to attend, even when he insisted he was completley fine going alone, coaxing him out of his shell little by little. And now? Now you were in his personal space, sitting in his room, watching his favorite anime with him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

If this were an otome game, you’d definitely be on the true romance route, and that terrified him.

“…You okay?”

Idia stiffened when he felt your fingers brush against his wrist, hesitant but warm. He swallowed, feeling his throat go dry. His mind screamed at him to pull away, to hide behind his screen where it was safe. But he didn’t.

Instead, he let out a shaky breath and mumbled, “I just… I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why you’re here.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Because I want to be?”

“That’s—” His brain short-circuited. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, I’m not exactly protagonist material. I’m not cool and confident like the other housewardens, I don’t do well in crowds, and I—” He hesitated. “I’m… kind of a pain to be around.”

You frowned. “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.” He forced a laugh. “I mean, I literally have a stat debuff in social situations. If this were a dating sim, my affection points would be so low that I wouldn’t even unlock the friendship ending-”

“Idia.”

You said his name so softly, so gently, that it stopped him cold. Before he could spiral further, you scooted closer and took his hand in yours. His entire system crashed.

“I like you,” you said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “Not in a ‘background NPC’ way, or in a ‘pity route’ way. Just… you.”

His throat clenched. His fingers twitched in your grasp, as if debating whether to hold on or pull away. The warmth of your touch, so foreign yet addicting, made his head spin.

“B-But…”

“No buts,” you interrupted, squeezing his hand. “You don’t have to be some overpowered anime protagonist. You’re you, and that’s more than enough. I like you for being you.”

Idia’s heart thudded against his ribs, his flames flickering a soft, pastel pink—his face dusted with a soft rosy blush. His mind still screamed that this had to be some elaborate dream, a rare gacha pull that he’d wake up from any second.

But then you smiled at him, patient and unwavering, and suddenly, for the first time in a long time… he didn’t mind the idea of stepping outside his comfort zone.

Just a little.

Maybe.

If it was with you.

I love writing silly cute fanfics about my favorite little guy <3333

[doodler16]

The pride month art showing Chaz with the ‘I’ll f*ck anything’ sign with the pan flag is so weird, especially next to all the bi flag characters. I know lots of people don’t really understand how bisexuality works because of the misinformation around, but anyways, all the bi characters being ones that seek monogamous relationships, and then the pan characters being the loud horny ones, is sort of weird. It’s like they think being pan means being just interested in sex in general. That’s ignoring that pan is just under the bi umbrella anyways so it’s not really that different and they’re treating it like the ‘we don’t have standards we just like anything and we’re sooo freaky lol’ label.

I’m guessing in this context they’re trying to use the bi label as ‘I have different preferences between the genders that I date’ rather than ‘I just like more than one gender and I don’t care about using the pan microlabel’ and so the pan flag on the other characters is being used to show that they do not have any preference, even tho being bi doesn’t mean you necessarily have any difference in how ur attracted to different genders? (Being bi doesn’t mean ur not into non-binary genders but idek if vivz gets that)

sooo ok whatever the ‘attracted to multiple genders’ sexualities are being used specifically to differentiate their preferences even though they are similar, we’re using hyper specific labels, okay. And that would be fine but almost each pan character is, again, the horny ‘I’ll fuck anything’ characters. Blitzo is seen as being non-committed and has a body count of at least 50+ and is scared of love, Chaz is just constantly talking about sex, Bee is decent tbh cause she is written to have an actual relationship and not a stereotype even tho she is.. the sin of gluttony and you could argue that THAT might have been a factor in deciding her sexuality.., and while Asmodeus also has a real relationship, him being the sin of lust and ‘therefore he must feel attraction to all genders without preference’ is weird imo. I can’t tell but I think Verosika is also pan? And of course the succubus is pansexual, cause pan is just the ‘I like sex’ label apparently.

Ofc this is a greater problem than just Helluva. Pansexuality is sort of treated as a separate sexuality from being bi, and then gets labelled onto the promiscuous characters without the writers (or people in general) understanding that that is not how sexuality works. Being lustful or a sexually driven person may inspire you to be more open about what you do in the bedroom or who you explore with, but it doesn’t literally make you want to sleep with anything that moves, and being pan doesn’t even mean that you’d ‘fuck ANYTHING’, and being pan does not mean that you’re somehow more horny than a bi person (cause pan just means ur bi without preference, it’s up to the person how they define it really but it is literally just a microlabel of bisexuality).

Basically I feel like Vivz is using bisexuality and pansexuality as ‘I like more than one gender but I’m monogamous’ vs ‘I like more than one gender but only because I’m desperate for sex and have no standards/greedy’ the same way so many people just have re-labelled biphobia rhetoric and places it onto a ‘new’ sexuality. Being bi has always been seen as being greedy or just being kinky and wanted threesomes, rather than the ability to be attracted to more than one gender, and now that’s projected onto pansexuality which is just bi with added specificity

The only reason I can tell a character is pansexual is when they mention how many people they want to fuck, etc. That’s the only reason I know Valentino and Husk are pansexual 💀

[hunters-vigil]

Her Champion - Mavuika x Kinich's older sister!Reader - Part Four

First Part Previous Part

request: do you think maybe you can do another one which talks about how the reader is Kinich’s older sister and having an affair with Mavuika?

Warnings: Warnings: mentions of R's and Kinich's childhood (Kinich's lore), fighting, violence, suspicious looking positions, guns (Chasca's weapon), R thinks Mavuika is trying to proposition/make sexual advancements but Mavuika isn't, implied past abuse to R - Mavuika figures out something happened in the past.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3 which my fics are also available on.

Mavuika wanted to know more about you. She couldn't ask Kinich easily, he would ask why, and that would be too difficult to explain. Not to mention the possible cost of such personal information… No, her best bet was during the next spar against you, but she needed to consider it more. How long until you lost interest in sparring with her? Did you only agree to a second one because you felt like you had to?

You felt so mysterious to her, so many layers she wished to unravel, how her fingers ached to gently touch your cheek, how her eyes lingered on your scar- the questions in her mind. How did you get it? What happened to make you and Kinich the way you both are?

This wasn't relevant to her duty to Natlan at all…

Mavuika shook her head, clearing the thoughts from her mind as she went back to looking over the paperwork that had been recently submitted to the Speaker's Chamber.

The thoughts Mavuika was having, she should not be having them, not when she knew her duty and where her destiny led. Where her life would lead up to…

Sparring with you would count as training for you both. That's how she could answer anyone who questioned her.

///

Your brother had friends. That was evident each time someone came to check on him. There was the happy ocean girl, Mualani, the timid girl who loved the rock you gave her, Kachina, that saurian-vet guy who Ajaw called a quack, Ifa, and a adolescent qucusaurus he brought with him, Cacucu. You liked Ifa immediately after hearing Ajaw while, Mualani being a little too boisterous for your tastes, and Kachina… she gave you pause, would you be more like her if you had healthy childhood?

You were unaware that there was also another girl until she arrived from the sky, staring down at you until you spotted her. Flying on a giant gun of all things, which so happened to be pointing at you when you looked up. Chasca quirked an eyebrow as you were quick to aim your weapon at her, cryo energy swirling around your body.

"We seem to have got off on the wrong foot, I'm looking for Kinich." The girl announced, but that wasn't enough as the cryo energy continued to swirl.

"I'm Chasca, Flower-Feather Clan. We've fought together in the Night Warden Wars? Fine. I didn't come here to fight, but if it's a fight you want…" Chasca stated, as you stared at her, waiting, "are you going to introduce yourself, or do I tell Kinich I fought a stranger in his front garden?"

"You tell Kinich," you jumped up into the air, sending icicles after Chasca, "his sister kicked your ass!"

"Sister, huh?" Chasca flew out of the way easily, unbothered by your attack, but that fury coming from you, it reminded her of someone, "you'll have to reach me first-"

You reminded Chasca of herself, especially when she was younger.

"Must you fight above the pplot of embercore flowers?" Kinich deadpanned as he arrived, while Ajaw took a different approach.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Tear her eyes out!"

Chasca turned her head to acknowledge your brother, which was a mistake. She began to lower her flying gun closer to the ground as she saw him, low enough that with enough of a run-up, you tackled her off of it. The gun landed in the landing in the flowerbed embercores, while you two landed in the bed of sweet flowers, with you on top of her.

"Bite her thoat!" Ajaw screeched, but you only stared down at Chasca with a cold glare, her hands stuck as you clamped yours down on her wrists, your weight pressing down on her thighs to try keep her still. Kinich was quick to put Ajaw into a timeout after that, whacking him flying before he approached slowly.

"You know the longer you keep her there, the more you'll have to make it up to her." Kinich stated, unbothered at you straddling Chasca, while she raised an eyebrow, watching how you seemed to think it over, let out a grumbly sigh, then quickly scrambled off of her.

"You going to explain what just happened?" Chasca turned to your brother, who watched as you disappeared further into the mountains.

"You're lucky you didn't try flip her, or you would be a popsicle right now. My sister doesn't take kindly to things being pointed in her face…" Kinich let out an uncharacteristically tired sigh, "thank you for not attacking her."

"Well, I'd say she started it, but- I didn't know you had a sister." Chasca changed her train of thought, her eyes trained on Kinich as he stared at her.

"It never came up. Most people have met her by turning up here looking for me. That includes Mualani and Kachina." Kinich stated, folding his arms, "what was it you came here for, Chasca?"

///

Meanwhile, you could feel the heat of embarrassment flooding your body, your feet carrying you away, eventually up a tree with enough cover for you to hide in peace. Something about the gun pointing at you from above, sent you into fight or flight mode… how in the abyss were you supposed to make it right with her? What was her name again? Chasca, Chasca… oh.

The Night Warden Wars…

"Xilonen? Are you up there?" The Archon's voice snapped you out of your haze, carefully peeking over to spot the sunglasses-clad fiery woman looking up at you, her face melting into some expression you didn't understand as you met her eyes.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today." Mavuika beamed, not even bothering to take off her sunglasses as she began to climb the tree, eventually face to face with you, "are you alright? You look… frazzled."

"Frazzled?" your eyebrows crinkled together in a way that Mavuika, if she was a wide eyed giddy teenager again, would call cute… Luckily Mavuika's sunglasses hid that expression, schooling her face before putting her sunglasses away properly.

"Anyway, I was looking for Xilonen, I wanted to talk to her about a new upgrade for Flamestrider, my motorbike, can you see it down there?" Mavuika smiled as your eyes eventually followed where she was pointing, spotting the strange machine on the ground nearby.

"I'm not the weapon forger." You deadpanned, not understanding why Mavuika was smiling so much.

"I know you're not, but that doesn't mean I can't spend time with you… we need to schedule our next spar, and maybe some other activities-"

"Other activities? I'm not- am I allowed to refuse? I know you are the Archon…" Your voice trembled, eyes widening as Mavuika looked momentarily confused, before realising what you thought she was trying to ask for.

"Uh, not that, wow, uh, let me take you to dinner first at least." Mavuika's eyes widened, spotting how your arms wrapped around your torso almost to hide your body from her, even though your clothes were there…

"I'm not good company." You brushed her off, directing your attention to the soil that was on your clothes, reminding you of what you did.

"What happened?" Mavuika's eyes trailed down your legs, holding back from reaching out to touch you as you shifted uncomfortably.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I care-" Mavuika began, but your eyes were cold as you met her warm ones.

"We sparred together once." You deadpanned, reminding her momentarily of Kinich, but your voice held a bit more… confusion in it. Did you really not see the interest you held?

"And I'd like to do it again. I happen to think you're rather interesting." Mavuika smiled, about to nudge you with her elbow, but you stared at her arm confusedly, moving away from it almost unconsciously.

"The appeal will wear off quickly, then you'll go back to your duties and… tracking down Xilonen." You waved her off, but it was only making Mavuika more determined.

"I happen to be quite stubborn, just ask Xilonen. I know she crafted your weapon for you too." Mavuika smiled, before it slowly disappeared into a frown, "do I make you uncomfortable?"

"You confuse me," you let out a sigh, avoiding Mavuika's gaze as you tried to figure out the words, "Chasca visited home, looking for Kinich. She flew in on that giant gun, looming over me. I… I'm not good company. I should go."

Mavuika caught your shoulder before you could climb out of the tree, but the panicked look on your face had her let go quickly.

"Who hurt you?" the fire in her burned brightly as you looked back at her for a moment, your gaze icy as you gave no emotion back to her as you left with only parting words.

"Who didn't?"

[not-magdi]

-a deal's a deal / ben shelton

Warnings: none just pure fluff :)

Words : 937

Reading Time: 4 min 41sec

A/N My first time writing fo Ben Shelton!You are very welcome to request something ! Hope you enjoy it love y'all Magdi<3

Ben let out a deep sigh as he settled onto the massage table, his muscles aching from his three-set battle earlier that day. His shirt was off, his back glistening slightly with sweat, and he was already melting into the firm padding beneath him before Y/N had even laid a hand on him.

Y/N, standing beside him in her navy-blue physio uniform, rolled her eyes as she squeezed a bit of massage oil into her hands. “You act like I’m about to fix all your problems,” she teased.

Ben turned his head slightly, flashing her a lazy grin. “You usually do.”

She scoffed but couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. “Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, Shelton.”

He smirked. “You say that, and yet here you are, touching me.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh and pressed her thumbs into his upper back, starting to work out the knots in his shoulders. “That’s my job,” she reminded him.

Ben hummed, his voice slightly muffled against the table. “Mhm. Still doesn’t change the fact that you like it.”

Y/N shook her head, ignoring him as she worked her way down his back. They’d had this same playful banter for months now—ever since she’d been assigned as one of the ATP physios at his tournaments. At first, she’d assumed his constant flirting was just part of his personality. Ben was naturally charismatic, always cracking jokes, always keeping things lighthearted.

But lately… she wasn’t so sure.

Ben wasn’t just throwing out compliments for the fun of it anymore. He was looking at her differently, holding eye contact just a little too long, finding excuses to talk to her even when he didn’t need a physio session. And the way he was acting now—completely at ease under her touch, grinning even through the discomfort of the massage—made her suspicious.

“You know,” Ben said after a few moments, “we really should hang out outside of these sessions.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You mean outside of me fixing your body after you destroy it every match?”

“Exactly,” Ben said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I was thinking more along the lines of dinner.”

She stilled her hands for just a second before continuing her movements. “Ben…”

He immediately picked up on her hesitation. “What?”

Y/N sighed, pressing a bit harder into a particularly stubborn knot. Ben let out a quiet groan at the pressure, and for a second, she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard his question.

But Ben was persistent. Always had been.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she finally said. “It’s not exactly professional.”

Ben scoffed, turning his head so he could look at her from the side. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re my full-time physio. Just one date.”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know…”

Ben propped himself up slightly on his elbows, ignoring the way his muscles protested. “Alright, then let’s make it interesting.”

She gave him a suspicious look. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

Ben smirked. “If I win this tournament, you have to go on a date with me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “And if you don’t win?”

“I’ll stop asking.” He shrugged. “Promise.”

She exhaled, debating for a moment. The chances of him winning the whole thing weren’t impossible, but they also weren’t guaranteed. It was a stacked draw, and anything could happen.

“…Fine,” she relented. “If you win, I’ll go on one date with you.”

Ben grinned. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

—

Y/N should have known better.

She should have known that Ben would take this bet personally.

She had watched from the sidelines as he steamrolled through his next opponents, his confidence only growing with each match. And when he stepped onto the court for the final, there was a determination in his eyes that she had never seen before.

Now, as she stood among the crowd, watching him lift the trophy above his head with a victorious grin, she felt an odd mix of emotions. Pride, amusement, and—if she was being completely honest—dread.

Because she had lost the bet.

And Ben was never going to let her forget it.

—

She had barely made it back to the physio room before she heard footsteps behind her.

“Don’t even start,” she said without turning around.

Ben’s laughter filled the room. “What? I’m just here to check when you are free for our date.”

Y/N sighed dramatically, finally facing him. His face was still slightly flushed from the match, his trophy tucked under one arm, and in his other hand—much to her surprise—was a small gift bag.

She eyed it suspiciously. “What is that?”

Ben smirked, handing it to her. “Just a little something from the city. Thought I’d soften you up before I tell you when and where we’re going.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but took the bag, pulling out a delicate bracelet with a small tennis racket charm on it.

She stared at it, momentarily caught off guard. “Ben…”

“You like it?” he asked, his voice softer now.

She nodded, unable to fight the small smile forming on her lips. “Yeah. I do.”

Ben’s grin widened. “Good. Then you’ll love the restaurant I picked out for our date.”

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

Ben tilted his head, his expression completely serious for once. “Not when it’s something I actually want.”

She met his gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his voice.

“…Alright,” she finally said. “A deal’s a deal.”

Ben’s face lit up. “Damn right it is.”

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[lmlknn]

Big Brother

Pairing: Sano Brothers (More Izana) x Male! Big brother! reader

Warnings: Angst, Death, violence, I don't know if it counts as a warning but mention of cigarettes.

Summary: You are the older brother, what happens when Shinichiro dies and you were unfortunately in the foreground?

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know!

You could consider yourself a lucky person; although your first memories had not been the nicest, you could still say that you were satisfied with the direction your life had taken.

You were the oldest of four siblings, but you only lived with three of them. You loved them all; you loved the moments when you would leave work early to run to Shinichiro's workshop and be able to talk about the course of the day.

Izana was a little more difficult; he was distrustful, but he was happy to have two great older brothers. You enjoyed the afternoons when you went out, and there were sometimes when you invited Kakucho, Izana's best friend.

Also, when you got paid, you would go to the convenience store and buy several doriyakis for Manjiro, or Mikey, as he wanted everyone to call him since Emma came into their lives.

Oh, Emma, you loved the times when your little sister would come and ask for help to comb her hair.

But if there was one thing you loved more than all of this, it was when everyone (except Izana) would get together to watch some silly movie on TV.

It didn't matter what movie he chose; you were happy seeing the soft smiles your brothers had on their faces.

Mikey had a group of friends that he often met at the park in what they called "gang meetings."

You knew Keisuke from before thanks to your grandfather's dojo, as his mother had insisted on putting him in some activity in the afternoon to control her hyperactive son.

Sometimes, you helped him study, as he was easily distracted and didn't understand things later.

With a smile, you left work; today was one of those days where your schedule allowed you to leave earlier than usual.

You got on the bus bound for Shinichiro's motorcycle shop; you had the idea of being able to plan Mikey's party well, since his birthday was tomorrow.

You were lucky because you found a place to sit on the bus, watching the road with the smile still plastered on your face.

However, throughout the day you felt a sense of discomfort; you didn't know exactly what it was due to; it was more like a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but you ignored the feeling.

Nothing could go wrong now, not with your younger brother's birthday so close, nor with your boss promising you a well-deserved promotion.

Minutes later, you arrived at your destination, changed a bit, and found your brother fixing another motorcycle with a cigarette between his lips.

"Hello, hello, how's everything going, Shin?" You announced your arrival in a soft voice. It was rare for Shinichiro to be alone; normally he was accompanied by Takeomi, but now it wasn't important.

Shinichiro stopped his movements so he could take the cigarette out of his mouth and answer you. "Hello, Nii-san, everything was fine around here. How was work today?" You moved to the counter, setting down your belongings gently.

"Everything was fine today, Shin" you replied with a smile. You sat next to Shinichiro, looking closely at the motorcycle your brother was fixing.

“You’re doing a good job,” you praised him while putting a hand on his hair. Something your brothers shared was the eternal love they had for your pats on the head; they didn’t understand it, but it felt different than when someone else gave them one.

“Nii-san, do you know what you’re going to give Mikey?” Shinichiro asked, changing the subject of the quiet conversation they had shared.

“Well, I’m sure of one thing: surpassing your gift is going to be very difficult, Shin,” you joked lightly.

Both of them got up from the somewhat uncomfortable position; the motorcycle Shinichiro was fixing was Mikey’s next CB250.

It was already late; they were going to put away all the tools they had used. Although Shinichiro’s original idea was to throw away all the tools and go back home, you didn’t allow him to do such an atrocity. How could you let your brother leave the room in total disarray?

Reluctantly, both of you stayed to tidy up the place until the sound of something breaking alerted you.

You were going to leave first, but Shinichiro got there first. The store was already dark since they were already leaving.

—Is that you, Keisuke?

—Kazutora, no!

It was the last thing you heard before a loud bang. You ran out, scared by what had happened with your brother and the one who seemed to be Keisuke.

With horror, you watched the scene unfolding in front of you. A metal bar hung from Kazutora's arm; horror was reflected on Baji's face, and, as if that weren't enough, a pool of blood surrounded Shinichiro's prone body.

"Shinichiro!" you screamed, full of terror. You no longer remember well what happened next; you know they called an ambulance, the police also arrived, and soon a crowd had formed.

You were still in shock; Shinichiro's blood painted your hands and clothes. You left at the same time that the police handcuffed Keisuke and Kazutora.

Baji cried and asked for your forgiveness, but Kazutora repeated like a mantra, "It's Mikey's fault."

You remember hearing Manjiro's screams asking for an explanation, but you were not in a condition to give him an adequate answer.

They took you to the police because your testimony was essential to know what sentence would be given to Kazutora.

But you could not say much; you only remembered the image of Shinichiro bathed in his own blood, lying without moving a single muscle.

How had all this happened? At what point had your paradise become this?

You just wanted your brother back. You wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, open your eyes, and find your siblings in the dining room, probably arguing about what breakfast they were going to make.

You wanted to go back to those good times…

After that fateful night, nothing was ever the same for the once-joyful Sano family. You became more distant, your life revolving around continuing to work, and after that fateful night, nothing was ever the same for the once joyful Sano family. You became more distant, your life revolving around continuing to work, and soon the activities of your siblings took a backseat.

It was painful for your two remaining brothers, as you had also distanced yourself from Izana.

In a single night, the Sano family hadIn just one night, the Sano family had lost two of its pillars…

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What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.