#goes inside and cries himself to sleep or smth

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

'yandere sebastian' 'yandere abigail' 'yandere wizard' give me yandere clint 🖐✊🖐✊

[yannadere]

daryl dixon, shane walsh and glenn rhee (separate) reacting to their s/o getting bit

cw: loss, depression, unhealthy coping, suicide, angst, hurt/comfort

Daryl Dixon:

you're scared to tell him

he's lost so much even before the apocalypse, you don't want to hurt him

trying to distance yourself from daryl doesn't work at all

he just gets worried, which comes across as him being angry, and he clings to you

poor bby has abandonment issues

it's a few days after you get bit when you finally tell him, you already feel your health deteriorating but you hold up for him

you tell him when he's getting ready to settle for the night

bc evenings with you are when he's the most calm

"hey, daryl?" you mumble, and he hums softly, eyes still closed. "hey, look at me. i have to tell you something." you sigh, nudging his arm with your uninjured hand. "what?" he groans, finally looking at you. "i.. my hand isn't just cut, daryl..." you sigh, unraveling the bandages. "what'dya mean?" daryl's brows furrow, eyes falling onto the bandages as they fall.

his blood goes cold, and he sits up suddenly and grabs your wrist to observe the nasty bite on the side of your hand, between your thumb and forefinger. "damn it, why didn't you tell me?!" he snaps, stopping to take a breath as you flinch back slightly. "c'mere..." he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm so sorry..." you whisper clutching his shirt tightly. "sh, it's okay... i... when you go, i'll be here."

"daryl... you shouldn't have to do that..." you close your eyes, tears slowly falling. "nah. it's fine. i... i wanna do it. i don't trust anyone else to. not even you." he holds you tighter, kissing your neck gently.

"i'm so sorry, daryl... i was being stupid, i-" he silences you, moving away and pressing his forehead against yours. "don't blame yourself. i knew something like this would happen eventually... i put merle down, had a feeling either of us would go next." he gently cups your face with his hands, wiping your cheeks and nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

"i don't want to put you through this, daryl." you cry, going to leave when he pulls you back. "don't leave... please don't leave..." daryl begs, pulling you back to him and letting your body fall limp against his. you let out a small sob, wrapping your arms around his middle as your head rests on his shoulder, tears dampening his shirt.

"it'll be okay. i'll take care of it. for now, get some rest. i'll be here when you wake up." he kisses your cheek, waiting for you to calm down. you sniffle, holding him tightly. "i'm so sorry..!" you repeat the words over and over, and he closes his eyes, trying not to cry himself.

"shh... please... don't be sorry." his voice wavers and he hates it. "just sleep, darlin'... i'm right here." you whimper before falling quiet, resting your hand on his jaw and nuzzling into his neck. "i love you, okay..? i didn't want it to be this way." you breathe out, letting him lean onto you slightly. "i know. i know. just sleep for me, darling." he sniffles, cradling you close as you fall asleep slowly, knowing it would be the last time.

you fall asleep in his arms, but he can't bring himself to harm you

so, he tells rick, who's also upset upon the news

however his best friend's distress makes it even worse

so, rick does it for him as the others try to comfort daryl

after your death, he becomes reckless and depressed, not eating or drinking at all and becoming skinny and malnourished

he shoots openly at walkers, and when his ammo's out he takes out his anger on other walkers in other ways

whether it's stabbing them, bludgeoning them, or just hitting their bodies after they fall.

rick decides to put him under close watch to ensure he doesn't harm himself

but daryl's rather experienced in sneaking out/away, and he visits your grave often

unfortunately one morning, rick finds him at your grave with a bullet in his head

he's buried next to you, as rick knows it's what daryl craved

to be with you again.

Shane Walsh:

you got bit on the way back from gathering medical supplies for carl

and with shane you knew there was no way he would take well at any time of the day

so you decide to rip the bandaid off and talk to him an hour after your own little grieving session.

you approach him when he's talking to the small group, asking him for a private talk, saying it's important

so, of course, he's worried, as are the group

you take him behind the barn and hug him

he's genuinely confused as to why you're acting like this

deadass asks you if you're expecting or smth

you hate to break his heart

"so why did you bring me back here?" shane asks, crossing his arms and cocking a hip. "shane... i'm sorry." you sigh, pulling the collar of your shirt to reveal the bloody bite on your shoulder.

he's speechless, blinking a few times before almost collapsing. you yelp, catching your boyfriend quickly, but fall under his weight. on the floor behind the barn, shane closes his eyes, crying as he holds you tight. "shane... don't cry. it's okay..." you try your best to smile, cupping his face and wiping his tears.

"this isn't okay..! baby, you're not okay!" he sobs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer. "shane- baby, stop crying... it's okay." you sniffle, smiling through your own tears as you kiss his jaw lovingly

shane tries to gather himself, but his whole world feels like it's collapsing. "shh, shh... c'mon, let's get you some water." you grab his hands, trying to pull him up. slowly easing him onto his feet, you help shane back to the house. rick spots you two immediately, stumbling to help you both. "shane-?"

"rick..!" shane is clearly distraught, and his best friend latches onto him quickly to try and calm him down. "shshsh- hey, look at me." rick soothes, and you stand back slightly, trying to calm your nerves. "what happened?" rick demands, eyes steeling as he stares at you. "rick- it's not-" you try to explain what happened, when shane answers for you. "they got bit! my baby got bit..!" shane sobs, knees feeling weak as he almost collapses again.

rick processes the information, looking at you in shock. lori overhears, muttering a fast "oh my god..!" as she approaches the three of you. "how did this happen?!" rick asks, trying to support shane fully. "i was in a rush, i got grabbed and..." you trail off, moving over to comfort shane who can't calm down at all.

"he needs to sit down..." you say softly, glancing at hershel who was observing from his porch. "come, sit him down inside. i'll get him some water." hershel guides you and you help shane in with the aid of rick. flopping down onto a couch, shane can't seem to catch his breath, so you crouch in front of him to cup his face, whispering comforting words to him. "baby... i'm so sorry, it should of been me..!" shane cries, and you hush him quickly. "don't you dare say that, shane walsh." you scold, pulling him into a tight hug.

"never blame yourself for my death. i wouldn't rest easy if you did." you sigh, smoothing his hair and kissing his temple. rick stands anxiously nearby, and you sense his worry. "sit, rick. relax... i've got this." you nod at him, and he nods stiffly, taking a seat of his own when lori pipes up. "when do you think you'll turn?" she asks, and you freeze. "lori-!" "i'm just thinking ahead, rick!"

shane becomes more distraught by her words, clinging onto you tightly. "shh, it's okay... i'm here, bubs." you sigh, cradling him impossibly closer. "the hell's goin' on?" maggie asks, confused as ever. "not now, please..." rick sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "right..." she mumbles, leaving as hershel comes back with some water. "here, drink some of this, son." he nods, giving the glass to you so shane could take it.

after taking a few sips, shane goes back to codding you, slowly winding down. "there you go, just breathe." you smile, kissing him gently. "i'm sorry i couldn't protect you..!" shane hiccups, nuzzling your neck. "shh. don't say that..!" you sigh, holding him tighter. your boyfriend whines softly, and rick closes his eyes with a pained sigh.

you last a few more days before turning, spending your time slowly becoming more sick with shane next to you all the while.

when you turn, shane is devastated, holding your head as you stare up at him with discoloured eyes

he ignores how you try to bite him after a few minutes of your brain losing all memory of him, and his tears drip down onto your face

rick walks in, and sighs. he knew it would happen eventually... everyone did.

shane holds you for a few minutes. you were slowly gaining strength but he was always stronger.

the room is silent except for you little noises, and shane finally accepts this fate when rick puts a hand on his shoulder.

"let me do it..." his best friend gruffly says, and shane shakes his head. "leave 'em be, rick... just for a little while longer..." shane begs, and rick sighs, looking away briefly.

"you know i can't do that. if you or anyone get bit-" "rick, i am asking you nicely. leave."

he spends a few days with you in walker form, and it scares everyone. lori tries to convince him that you're not there anymore, a hollow vessel of what you once were but he wont buy it.

he loves you too much to believe anything like that, or hurt you. to him, you're still his darling, his everything who held him when times got tough.

you scratch at his arms, not even breaking skin due to your blunt nails, and he doesn't mind.

finally, with a few kisses around your pale, sunken face, and a final kiss to your lips that he forced closed- shane raises his gun.

he hesitates, letting you get the jump on him, but he grabs your jaw before you can do anything

the sudden commotion makes rick fly in, only to see you lifeless once more in shane's arms.

Glenn Rhee:

unlike the other two, he watches you get bit.

he's completely distraught as the rest of the group fight off the walkers whilst he makes his way to you

he rams the zombie with all his strength, knocking it down before shooting it

you've collapsed, sat back against the car door as blood seeps from your cheek, whimpering in pain and holding the gash with your blood-soaked hands.

he's crying before he knows it, dropping down next to you and carefully covering your cheek with his shaky hands.

he tries to reassure you, and himself, that you'll be fine and won't get infected,

but the sad look in your eyes confirm that you're not making it to the date he wanted to take you on tomorrow

as you slowly bleed out, he tries to tell you stories, to keep himself calm as you slowly die.

"hey, remember when..?" you're not paying attention, just admiring him as you move your hands to cup his face.

"i love you.." you croak with a small smile, and he smiles sadly, sobbing all the while.

the others have to watch, all waiting for the inevitable

"please don't leave me... please, i need you." glenn pleads, and you smile sadly.

he's pressing kisses to your forehead as you hold him close, your blood staining his hands, arms and shirt

"baby...?" glenn mumbles softly, sitting with you leant against him. "i'm still here, darling..." you whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. "i'm gonna miss you..." glenn sniffles, kissing the top of your head gently. "me too. i'll always be with you, okay. when i go, i don't want you to be sad. i want you to keep going, to find happiness again, even if it means finding love in another. i want the best for you." you smile, despite the ache in your cheek.

glenn breathes out as his eyes close, his tears still falling. "i could never replace you like that..." he whimpers, fingers curling into your hair as he holds you closer. "baby, don't cry... don't cry, because i'll cry." you try to laugh, and glenn laughs too, gently rubbing your uninjured cheek.

"glenn, we've got to, y'know..." rosita sighs, but glenn shakes his head. "no! we don't kill the living..!" glenn protests, his hold turning protective. "right, right... okay." she fakes surrender, walking away.

when you pass, glenn just knows. he doesn't even look at you. he can't bring himself to.

however, when you turn, he doesn't even bother to restrain you, just holding you close as you bite into his neck.

abraham shouts in alarm, shooting you instantly, and glenn cries as you fall, cupping your face and leaning down to press his forehead against you.

the group is distraught, but glenn just lets everything happen, telling them to leave him be, move on.

abraham gives him a spare pistol, and glenn takes it with a nod.

the group leaves, and glenn knows what he has to do. so, he opens the car door, slipping you into the car easily

he gets in himself, closing the door so walkers wouldn't chew on you or him.

alas, glenn admires the gun before pressing it to his chin.

[shijiujun]

Hello!😙 I have another tangfei headcanon if you like. After they became "almost friends" in the series, one day Tang yi sees Shaofei crying. What does he do? only if you like, because a fandom is nice when everyone enjoys sharing things without obligations😊

heya!!! okay i knowwww i took super long to answer you ask and that’s because i kind of wanted to write a fic on this but i figured i’d answer it first and write the fic later hahahaha! firstly, thank you headcanon anon (i assume you’re the same one who’s been giving me headcanon asks) you have my eternal gratitude for putting ideas in my head!!

so - they become ‘almost friends’ after tang yi gets shot at and i think this might also be set before shao fei gets shot, but after he’s moved into tang yi’s house, after the massage and after shao fei realises that he likes tang yi!! (and in the novel, canonically shao fei cries after he realises that he likes tang yi and thinks tang yi doesn’t like him back this is chapter 5 i think)

i can’t imagine shao fei really crying for small things, he’s always the pillar of support ya know? so it has to be something really major for him to be crying, so… okay, this is gonna be long but:

1. Shao Fei’s pretty reliable in the police station and people get along with him pretty well, but it’s known that he’s a persistent person when it comes to Li Zhen and Tang Guo Dong’s murder case, and because of that some asshole police officers in the precinct like to poke fun at him for it from time to time, like asking him if he’s finally given up yet, if he’s finally admitted that LZ is a corrupt cop, that he should just cut his losses while he still can instead of embarrassing himself and his team by hounding Tang Yi etc. and it gets worse when they find out that Shao Fei actually moved himself into Tang Yi’s house

2. Shao Fei isn’t the kind to retaliate in a fight because, he’s a cop, and even if he could totally take the fuckers down in a fight he can’t because they’re his colleagues and all he can do is just glare and ignore, and they don’t do it very often anyway because they know Shao Fei can beat them into a pulp, but they also know that Shao Fei has no way to retaliate which is why they continue to insult him

3. We know that he has a photo of LZ and him on his desk, and he hides his music box probably at Shao Fei’s table as well 

4. One day, he returns back to the office (he’s staying with Tang Yi still and being his bodyguard and shit) to grab some case files, and because he’s there, he gets roped into half a meeting with interpol and Captain Shi because they’re there coincidentally and see him, and they all know he’s assigned himself to Tang Yi, so out of curiosity they ask him how’s it going etc.

5. Interpol chief throws in some barbs about how he’s wasting his time and also chiding Captain Shi for spoiling Shao Fei and letting him do whatever he wants - and SF is already in a shitty mood when this happens

6. He goes to the washroom later and he hears the usual two asshole officers making fun of him again while he’s standing right there, and SF can’t really do anything but grit his teeth and move on

5. He returns to his desk and that’s when he sees it - the photo of him and LZ, the photo frame shattered into pieces on the floor by his desk, and the photo torn, with shoe print marks over it and it’s ruined from dried coffee stains (everyone else in team three is still in a meeting so they don’t see this happening)

6.and his heart just BREAKS after the day he’s had, after being reminded that after 4 years he still can’t solve LZ’s case, and TY doesn’t like him, and is everything he’s doing for naught? SF’s pretty damn stubborn but I’m sure there were little moments where he just thinks.. what is he doing wrong and how long can he last doing this? But then he always bounces back because even if no one believes in LZ he will

7. but anyway, he picks up the tattered pieces of the photo and cleans up the mess - he has an idea who did this but when he sees the two officers standing at the corner and sneering at him, he almost goes over and starts a fight because how dare they touch his precious things when his phone rings - it’s Jack, keeping him updated on his and Tang Yi’s next location so SF can catch up, so he abandons his plans for a fight first

8. he’s totally out of it the rest of the day, so much so that Tang Yi notices, and Jack does too, and while the both of them exchange looks in the rearview mirror they don’t say anything

9. Tang Yi finds SF’s silence disconcerting, and at night after a quiet dinner and after SF retires back into his guest room, Tang Yi is about to sleep, when he decides that he should walk past SF’s room, and the door is ajar - that’s when he hears the sniffles

10. startled, TY opens the door and SF jumps to see who the hell is here and TY stills as he sees SF’s red-rimmed eyes and the dried tear tracks down his cheeks - SF hurriedly wipes them away with his sleeve and indignant, asks what TY is doing here and seriously can’t he knock?!!

11. TY’s first reaction is to say “it’s my house”, and then SF’s face crumples because he can’t deal with TY right now, and TY then asks what happened? of course SF isn’t going to tell him what happened and he shoos the man out of the room and locks it after him - still, TY goes downstairs, and brews a cup of tea, and then goes back upstairs - this time, he knocks, and SF looks really annoyed when he opens the door at TY’s insistent knocking, and when he sees that TY brought him a mug of tea, his demeanour softens somewhat

12. TY leaves SF alone for the rest of the night, and in the morning, when SF is doing the dishes from breakfast downstairs, TY sees that SF’s room door is open and somehow walks inside - and that’s when he sees the ruined photo on SF’s desk

13. At this point I think TY likes SF quite a lot already even if he doesn’t wanna admit it, and he cares for SF quite a bit, so he gets Jack to find out what the hell happened - and Jack being Jack, and also because Jack knows ZZ, he collects the info he needs, pieces it together, and then reports what happened to TY

14. I HAVEN’T REALLY THOUGHT OF HOW TY WOULD HELP SF out in ‘punishing’ the two asshole officers because he can’t get ppl to beat them up right, cuz he’s reformed and all that, but i know he’s going to do something, just haven’t figured it out

15. and then because TY would have hired a PI or something to dig out everything on SF and LZ the moment LZ and TGD died together and SF started hounding him, TY has a copy of that photo of SF and LZ together

16. and somehow, when SF returns to Tang Yi’s home a few days later with TY, he goes back to his room and sees a brand new photo and photo frame on his desk

17. SF puts two and two together and he’s grateful, and when they have dinner later in the evening, SF and TY keep exchanging small little smiles and looks (smth like the scene in the car where TY opened the bottle of water for him) and TY being extra nicer and more gentle to him than usual

So yeah I’m gonna write a fic on this, and the cute parts will be more obvious - It’s mostly plot at this point heh but I thought if I left it to when I actually write the fic your ask would never be answered!!!

[pokemagines]

hríd & takumi + their s/o getting hurt protecting them

@willowmum asked: “Aa hi mom could I get Hríd and Takumi (separately) with a S/O who gets seriously injured protecting them? I love angst oop (also I’m sorry if this is too vague? I don’t wanna like,, put a bunch of details into what I want just in case it makes u feel obligated or smth? Sorry I’m weird but I love y’all)”

a/n: i’m a sucker...... for these kinds of fics thank u sm my child!! 

ALSO: FOR ALL THOSE WHO CAN’T SUMMON HRID HOPEFULLY THIS BRINGS U LUCK!!! --mod touko

tw: light description of injury... nothing too serious tho

hríd:

it was all a blur. one minute you were across the battlefield, safe and where you were supposed to be, the next you were at his side, shielding him from a magic spell he was too slow to retaliate against. he panics, heart racing as he goes into overdrive taking out any enemy who dared near him at the moment. his mind is clouded with one thought -- get you to safety. 

he dismount quickly, racing to your side and calling for your name desperately. your thin robes provided little protection against the harsh magic of the blue mage. 

   ‘it is all your fault’, come his thoughts as pleads for a healer to come help. the rest of the battlefield is muted, an afterthought pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on keeping you awake. 

   “please... please talk to me,” he begs, clutching the fabric of the cloak you always wore, where it once was white it was now stained by the char of electricity that had hit you. “[name]... you’re going to be okay, just stay with me!” despite your mind clouded by pain, you can feel his hands trembling as he tries to hold onto you, like if he let go you would slip through his fingers. you try to speak but it comes out so weak you don’t know if he can hear it. hríd’s icy blue eyes are wide with fear, as he pleads for you to stay with him. 

   you try so hard to stay with him, to focus on those eyes that you love so much, but instead you fall back into unconsciousness, your last thought being the hope that you get to see them again. 

he doesn’t sleep for however long you’re in the medical ward. he doesn’t know how long it’s been and he doesn’t care to know. the only thoughts that consume him are the promises he made to you to protect you, and how he failed in that duty. hríd doesn’t grieve, no, he hardly even looks alive, as he paces in front of the door, eyes cast to the floor as he prays for your safety. 

gunnthrá, fjorm, and ylgr often come visit him to make sure he’s eating but he always refuses their requests. gunnthrá knows that he’s punishing himself for his failures, just as he did when he failed to protect his family in his world. all she can do is bring him food and try to calm his racing thoughts. fjorm sits and watches her brother, silently keeping him company and reassuring him that he shouldn’t blame himself. ylgr tries to be chipper, but she often sniffles as she prays aloud for your safety. 

mist eventually comes out, telling hríd that you’re fine, you just need rest. hríd almost breaks right there, and gunnthrá pulls him into a hug. ylgr cries tears of happiness and latches onto fjorm, who is hardly keeping herself together too. mist insists that hríd can visit, but only for a few minutes. hríd thanks her for all her work, before rushing to your side.

you look a little worse for wear, but hríd thinks you’ve never been as beautiful -- eyes sleepily narrowed but full of life. he drops down to his knees by your cot, trying so hard to be strong, you needed him to be strong, but once you smile weakly up at him, he loses it. tears flow freely, as he kisses your hand over and over, reassuring himself that you were here and alive. 

   “i’m so sorry, love, it’s my fault...” he starts, and you use the hand he’s pressed up against his face to wipe his tears. “i should have protected you like i swore i would. i have failed not only my family but you as well”. 

   “no you didn’t,” you say, quiet as you were still weak from your injury. “hríd, it was my choice to protect you... you mean a lot to me, you know.” hríd is silent, gazing lovingly down at you, tears now dry, but guilt still heavy on his heart. he knew you would assure him it wasn’t his fault, as you always did, but there would always be a part of him that drove him to be stronger to protect his family. something that now included you. he couldn’t lose you again, he would die a thousand deaths to make sure you were happy and healthy.

   “and you mean... gods, you mean more to me than anything.” he places a kiss on each one of your knuckles. you look up and see his eyes, still beautiful, still bright, just tired. he must’ve worn himself out worrying. “just... we can talk more about this in the morning. let me stay here with you tonight? just to make sure... you’re here.” there’s a vulnerability in his voice that you know comes from losing those closest to him. you nod weakly, scooting over, and he joins you on your small bed. he’s careful not to move you, as to not strain your injuries, and he lays beside you, feeling the warmth of your body and smiling softly. 

   never again would he fail you.

takumi:

he’s desperate, nocking another arrow with unsteady hands as he sees the enemies start to near him, and more importantly you. forcing every thought but keeping you safe aside, he shoots down enemies like a man possessed. he’s so focused on those in front of him, he doesn’t realize there’s a sword knight sneaking up on him. before he can even react to it, the blade comes down and he braces himself for the hit. but it never comes.

and then he hears your cry, a horrifyingly shrill noise that cuts through his heart like no blade could. he doesn’t see you go down, instead, he reacts as he always does, shooting down whatever is causing him grief. the red enemy ends up with an arrow through his skull, collapsing beside you on the ground. takumi then rushes to your side, eyes scanning your limp body as he tries to think of something, anything to do. thankfully, veronica and maribelle are nearby, and they come to your aid. takumi, however, refuses to leave your side, and has to be taken away kicking and screaming by ares and minerva, so that the healers can escort you back to askr.     + he chokes back a sob, gods, there was so much blood. all because he wasn’t there to protect you.

in the days that follow, he doesn’t eat or sleep, his guilt consuming him from the inside out. he becomes more snippy, yelling at anyone who tries to comfort him because in his mind, he doesn’t deserve to be coddled. he should be the one half-dead in the medical tent because at least then you would be okay. ryoma and hinoka let him be, silently waiting with him in support of their brother. sakura makes him food and tries to get him to rest, but he, stubborn as he is, refuses.

   takumi’s heart thunders in his chest when he sees veronica exit the medical ward, a look of relief on her usually stoic face. she glances to all the heroes that wait in the hallway for news of your condition: takumi, of course, along with his siblings and the askr trio. 

   “they’re okay.” she says, and then glances to takumi, “i know they’ll want to see you so... i’ll allow it for a few minutes, but no longer than that.” he has to push back the urge to deny her request, as he didn’t think he deserved to even look at you, but his feet carry him inside the infirmary anyways. he sees you, weakly propped up on a few pillows on a cot in the corner, and he shatters. with each step, tears flow down his face. he kneels down beside you, and you smile weakly up at him. 

   ‘he doesn’t deserve your smile. you should be yelling at him because he couldn’t protect you.’

   “i’m sorry... i should’ve done my job and protected you.” you use your one hand that’s not in a sling to gently pet his hair. he takes your hand in his own and sobs into it, shoulders moving up and down as he lets out that he had been bottling up for the few days you had been in the medical ward. “forgive me, i don’t deserve you... your kindness.” 

   “oh takumi... don’t you see i was just protecting you.” you pet his cheeks, wiping away all the tears you can. his eyes are puffy from crying, and you wish you were strong enough to reach up and kiss him better. “just as you always do for me. gods know how many times you’ve ended up in here because of me.” you chuckle weakly, and he kisses the palm of your hand. 

   “ryoma could’ve protected you... so could’ve hinoka...” his voice is small as he voices his insecurities. you don’t know why he constantly compared himself to his older siblings, but that was apart of him that had been ingrained in him since he was younger. 

   “but i don’t want them, takumi... i want you.” you assure him, voice cracking from disuse. “i’d do anything to protect you because i love you. you deserve to be happy and healthy. and if that means me taking blows for you from time to time... well, so be it.” overwhelmed with emotions, he gently slings his arms around your neck, careful not to disturb your wounds, and sobs into your neck, occasionally whispering how much he doesn’t deserve you. 

   you two stay like that for some time, despite veronica occasionally coming in to give you a hurry it up look. 

[allthetonyships]

could you write smth like,,, stephen falling in love with his neighbor tony, who is, according to stephen, the cutest and most precious dad? (tony’s son is obviously peter aaah)

When they meet, Stephen is in a badmood. He doesn’t have a lot of contact with his neighbours, and he’s fineholing himself up in his apartment, 23C. He has just come back from a longshift from the hospital where he failed to save three people who had been in agruesome car accident.

He’s tired, and he feels disappointed,and there’s an empty feeling in his stomach, and he just wants to go home andsleep for the rest of the day.

The child that bumps into him, just ashe puts his key in his door, doesn’t help his mood. ‘’Watch where you’regoing,’’ he snaps at the boy, who can’t be more than five years old, withliquid brown eyes and a unruly mop of brown hair.

‘’Sorry, mister,’’ the boy mutters, andthen a man steps out of the front door next to Stephen’s. His hair is the samecolour as the boy’s, but his eyes are a shade darker, a warm chocolate that canseemingly look into Stephen’s soul.

‘’Hey,’’ the man says. ‘’Sorry, didPeter bump into you? Peter, did you say you’re sorry?’’

‘’Yes, dad,’’ the boy complains, andruns inside the apartment without looking back.

The man smiles hesitantly at Stephen andhides his hands behind his body, almost as if he’s insecure. ‘’Sorry aboutthat. He’s not this snappish, usually. He’s not taking the move very well. Myname is Tony.’’

Stephen takes the hand Tony holds out tohim, more out of courtesy than anything else. The man’s smile is bright,though, and maybe he isn’t that bad. He’s attractive enough, certainly.‘’Stephen Strange,’’ he says.

Maybe other people would ask how he’sdoing, or if he’s settling in. Maybe other people would ask why the boy – Peter– is upset. Maybe other people would offer him coffee. Stephen just wants to goto sleep. Tony seems to sense that Stephen doesn’t want to start a conversation,and backs away. His smile diminishes just the tiniest bit, but he notices, andhe feels somewhat guilty.

‘’Do you want some coffee?’’ he asks,before he can stop himself.

Tony’s smile glows again, and that isStephen’s first mistake.

~*~

In all fairness, the mistakes are easyto make. Once Stephen starts, he finds it hard to stop. Originally, it was justTony’s expressive eyes that convinced him to invite his new neighbour in, butthen he starts knowing Tony. Usually,knowing people is enough to make sure Stephen isn’t attracted to them anymore.Most people have a hard time keeping up with him, or are put off by his sarcasmand intelligence. Most people aren’t Tony.

Tony takes his coffee dark, and hasseveral PhDs, and reads book on advanced mechanics just to correct them. Tonyresponds to Stephen’s sarcasm with a sharp wit, turning the tables around. Tonyisn’t impressed with Stephen’s money or brains, but laughs instead and mocksStephen about his choice of apartment.

Tony is pretty much everything Stephenlooks for in someone. He’s not picky about men or women, but he’s picky abouttheir characteristics. Tony is an absolute genius, funny, and nice on the eyes.Stephen is very much in trouble.

~*~

For the first few weeks, Tony keepscoming around. Stephen doesn’t mind it; he doesn’t have a lot of friends, andhe likes having Tony there. He wonders if he should make a move on Tony, askhim for coffee outside, go on a date,but decides to wait. He’s not in a rush, and Tony hasn’t mentioned a possiblelove interest.

Stephen wonders why, but takes it as thegood sign it is, in his eyes. He can take his time figuring Tony out, if he’sinterested in men, if he’s interested in Stephenlike that.

He has pretty good hopes, until the dayTony’s coming over to bring him a few books on astrophysics, as Stephen asked,and Tony gets a phone call.

‘’Yeah?’’ Tony answers into his phone,easily. Stephen turns his back to the man, laying the borrowed books on the stairsto take upstairs for later. ‘’No, yeah – I told you, I can’t. I’ve got Peter.No, I know, but that’s not – that’s not what I want. Yeah, I’m sorry. No, okay.I’ll see you around. Bye.’’

‘’Missing a date?’’ Stephen quips.

It’s only when Tony answers that alarmbells go off in his head. ‘’Kind of. I’m not looking for a relationship, youknow? Not until Peter’s… well. Being a single dad is hard enough withoutjuggling someone else on the side. Peter is my absolute priority.’’

Stephen almost trips, as he walks back.Of course. Tony doesn’t talk about possible love interests, but it’s hard toshut him up about Peter. Stephen hasn’t seen a lot of the boy, ever since thekid ran into him.

This is a setback. It’s not somethingStephen can’t overcome, though. There’s some sort of story here – there’senough single parents who date, on the side. Tony is a catch, even now, as he’sstanding in Stephen’s living room in his tight jeans and white shirt thatbrings out his tan skin beautifully. A strip of sunlight catches his hair, andStephen has to shake himself out of a stupor, even as Tony looks at him withthat slight smile on his lips that makes him look so uncertain.

‘’If you want, you should bring Peteralong sometimes,’’ Stephen offers. ‘’You’ve told me so much about him, I’d loveto know him better.’’

Tony tilts his head. ‘’Yeah. I think weshould do that.’’

~*~

Of course, that was only even more of amistake.

Tony starts bringing Peter with him,when he meets up with Stephen. They don’t stick to the apartment; with Peter,they also go to the playground, and get ice cream, and they even go to ascience fair, once.

Stephen already knew Tony isn’t as toughas he makes himself seem, sometimes. He has these little ticks that give himaway, but the biggest hint is seeing how he behaves around Peter. It’s so clearthat he would do anything to keep Peter safe, to keep his son happy. The thingis; Tony’s also very good at it.

~*~

‘’Stephen!’’ Peter cries out in joy, asTony goes off on a run while Peter’s sitting on his shoulder. ‘’Stephen, helpme!’’

‘’Oh no,’’ Tony says, laughingbreathlessly, ‘’Stephen can’t help you now. He’s never going to be able to keepup with me!’’

‘’Won’t I?’’ Stephen says, and promptlystarts running after them. He’s faster, as he doesn’t have a child on his back,and catches up to Tony within the minute. A few joggers in the park look up atthem, but he doesn’t pay attention to them. It’s January, so all three of themare dressed in thick jackets, which Stephen somewhat regrets as he feels thesweat run down his neck.

‘’Okay, you got me,’’ Tony says, takingdeep breaths and leaning on his own knees. ‘’Here, Stephen, you take the littlemonster. I’m going to get a coffee over there. You want something?’’

Stephen shakes his head, and helps Peteroff Tony’s shoulders. ‘’I want hot chocolate!’’ Peter exclaims, and Tonyruffles his son’s head.

‘’I never would’ve guessed, Pete,’’ hejokes, and goes off to the coffee stand, while Peter stays with Stephen.

‘’I like you,’’ Peter proclaims all of asudden, while Stephen goes sit on a bench with him, waiting for Tony to comeback.

Stephen blinks. ‘’I like you too,Peter.’’

 ‘’You have the cutest son, sir,’’ awoman jogging by informs her. She’s gone before Stephen can even correct her,and Peter smiles at him toothily.

‘’And you like daddy,’’ he says.

Stephen freezes. He likes to think heisn’t very obvious, but if even Tony’s five-year-old kid can pick up on it…‘’Of course,’’ he says, before he is silent for too long a time. ‘’He’s a verygood friend.’’

‘’It’s okay,’’ Peter says. ‘’Daddy toldme. That two adults like each other very much sometimes, and then have a child.It’s okay that I was here, first. You can still like each other.’’

‘’Peter,’’ Stephen starts, carefully,but before he can continue, Tony returns. His cheeks are red with cold, and hiscurly dark hair is visible from underneath the beanie he’s wearing.

‘’Here you go, Pete, your hotchocolate,’’ he says cheerfully, handing his son the cup. He’s still holdinghis own coffee. ‘’Be careful with that, I don’t want you to burn your tongue.Did you talk about anything fun while I was gone?’’

‘’No,’’ Peter says brightly, and blowsdutifully on his hot chocolate as Tony presses a kiss to Peter’s hair.

Stephen feels a soft ache, as he feelsthe sudden desire to take off Tony’s beanie and run his fingers through Tony’shair and kiss him senseless. He wants to take Peter on his back and run aroundwith him, and see Tony’s smile and hear Peter’s giggles. He wants to share thatcoffee with Tony, and thank strangers who compliment him on Peter, instead ofexplaining to them that Peter’s not his.

This is the gravest mistakes Stephenmakes – he falls in love.

~*~

Stephen is very aware, has been since heoverheard Tony’s voice call, that this is a two-in-one kind of deal. If he’struly interested in Tony, this can’t be a one-night stand. If he’s trulyinterested, he has to commit. To Tony, and to Peter.

After the revelation he had in the park,he think he’s ready for that. In fact, it’s hard to not think about it, sometimes.When he lies alone in bed, he thinks about how it would feel to have Tonybeside him, their naked skins clinging to each other. He thinks about howTony’s curls would fit under his chin, their legs entangled. He wonders if Tonysnores. Somehow, he thinks Tony is the type to talk in his sleep.

He wonders if Peter would come to theirbed, sometimes, if he’s having nightmares. He thinks about the child fitting inbetween them. He thinks about driving Peter to school, about coming to schoolmeetings with Tony and Peter.

He even can’t stop thinking about themwhen he’s working at the hospital. It’s a slow day, and Stephen wonders if heshould text Tony. He knows Tony’s at work, though. He does something for thegovernment, or at least, that’s what Stephen took from his mumbled and vagueexplanation. Tony doesn’t talk about it a lot, and Peter seems to not reallycare what his dad really does for a living.

When he comes home, he immediatelynotices something is wrong. There’s firemen, all over the place, and walking inand out of 23B. Stephen gets closer, as a fireman tries to stop him. ‘’Sir, youcan’t go there,’’ the man tells him. ‘’The fire is contained, but our men arestill checking if everything’s secure.’’

‘’I live here,’’ he says, not looking atthe fireman, but at the apartment. ‘’I live in 23C. What happened?’’

‘’Oh,’’ the fireman says. ‘’The firestarted in 23B. Your apartment should be fine, though, it’s being checked overat the moment.’’

‘’Are Tony and Peter alright?’’ he asksurgently. Something like fear is clawing at his heart.

The fireman watches him. ‘’Yourneighbours? Yeah. The kid’s completely unharmed, the man is slightly injured,but nothing serious.’’

‘’I’m a doctor,’’ he says immediately.‘’Can I see them?’’

‘’Knock yourself out,’’ the firemansays, and leads him to a police car, where he finds Tony and Peter.

‘’Stephen!’’ Peter yells, and runs intohis arms. Stephen lifts the boy, as he regards Tony. His arm is bandaged, buthe seems fine otherwise. There’s no police officer around, and Tony gives him aweak smile.

‘’What happened?’’ he asks.

‘’It’s my fault,’’ Tony says. ‘’I hadthe stove on, and then I got a call, and then I got distracted, and the nextthing I knew the kitchen was on fire. I tried to put it out, but well…’’ Heholds up his bandaged arm with a wry expression on his face.

‘’Now they won’t let us in the houseanymore,’’ Peter says to Stephen.

Tony sighs. ‘’No. There’s a lot offixing to do, and we can’t live there for now. I’ll ask Pepper if we can crashat her place, I’m sure she won’t mind, but it’s such a long way from Peter’sschool…’’

‘’You can stay with me,’’ Stephen findshimself saying.

‘’Sleepover!’’ Peter celebrates, butStephen’s watching Tony. Tony watches him back, his dark eyes intent.

‘’You sure about that?’’ Tony asks.Stephen shrugs, helpless. He’d invite them over to live with him permanently,if he thought he could get away with it.

He already fell in love. There’s nobigger mistake he can make.

~*~

‘’This is… very kind of you,’’ Tonysays, as he comes back. He has put Peter to bed in the guest bedroom, andpresumably also made his own bed there.

Stephen smiles at him. ‘’It’s notrouble,’’ he says. ‘’You’re here on an almost daily basis, anyway.’’

Tony winces. ‘’Is that bad?’’ he asks.‘’Peter and I, we’re not interfering with your life, are we? I mean, I’ve neverseen you go out with someone, or something.’’

Stephen looks at him. It’s dark outside,and the light inside makes it feel more homely than Stephen thinks it has anyright to be. Tony sits down next to Stephen on the couch, and it’s closer thanhe would’ve expected. Tony’s dark eyes linger on him, examining him. Stephenlets him.

‘’There’s not a lot of people I’minterested in,’’ Stephen says.

‘’So you don’t date?’’ Tony presses.

Stephen shrugs, and they’re sitting soclose to each other that their shoulders almost brush. His eyes are fixed onTony’s lips: he can’t help himself. ‘’Not often,’’ he manages. ‘’Most peoplethink I’m a bastard, and I think most people aren’t worth the effort.’’

‘’I don’t think you’re a bastard,’’ Tonysays.

‘’And I don’t think you are mostpeople,’’ Stephen answers easily. Tony’s eyes are big, the light of the lampreflected in their dampness.

‘’So if I do this,’’ Tony says, andtakes Stephen’s hand. He looks slightly uncertain, but there’s something in hiseyes that’s more daring than Stephen has ever seen. ‘’That would be okay?’’

Stephen searches Tony’s eyes for only amoment more before making up his mind. He surges forward, pressing his lipsagainst Tony’s. Tony doesn’t wait a moment to respond; he’s eager, andresponsive, and it doesn’t take long for Stephen to be out of breath as theybreak apart.

‘’Would that be okay?’’ Stephenresponds, and Tony smiles.

‘’More than okay,’’ Tony says, but thenhis smile wavers. ‘’You… I’m sorry, but I need to know. This is not aheat-of-the-moment thing, am I right? I’ve been feeling like this for a while,and I need to know that you’re sure about this. I like you, a lot, and Peterlikes you, but I’m not going to date casually. I can’t do that to Peter.’’

‘’I was sure from the moment you smiledat me,’’ Stephen breathes.

Tony smiles again, and something twistsin Stephen’s stomach. This time, he knows it’s not a mistake, and he kissesTony again.

~*~

‘’I want a dinosaur,’’ Peter insists.‘’Pops, you’d give me one, right?’’

Stephen ruffles Peter’s hair and triesto stop himself from laughing. ‘’I’m not going to disagree with your dad,Peter. If he says you can’t have a dinosaur in your new room, you can’t haveit.’’

‘’Yeah, sure, make me the bad guy,’’Tony complains as he returns, and gives Stephen a quick peck on the mouth.‘’Peter, you can have one of those smaller toy dinosaurs. One, to be precise.’’

Peter cries out in joy, and goes to thetoy section as Tony throws some light bulbs into their shopping basket. ‘’Youknow that’s what he was going for, right?’’ Stephen asks.

Tony shrugs. ‘’Yeah, but he lost his oldtoy dinosaur in the fire. I was going to buy him one, anyway. This way, hewon’t nag about getting anything else on top of it.’’

Stephen smiles. ‘’I like the way youthink.’’

‘’You may be improving, but I’m stillthe master dad,’’ Tony tells him, and his smile makes Stephen’s heart melt allover again. ‘’You have a lot to learn, Padawan.’’

‘’Well, I’m supplying the house, at themoment, so I think I’m being a great dad,’’ Stephen says.

‘’The apartment is ready,’’ Tony shrugs.‘’We could always move back out.’’

‘’Don’t you dare,’’ Stephen says, andreels Tony in for a longer kiss.

Tony agrees with him wholeheartedly,after that, and Stephen feels the contentment settle in his chest.

Falling in love may have been the bestmistake he’s ever made.

[winterskywrites]

Hey can you write smth with Klaus and vanya involving panic attacks on vanyas side and nightmares on klaus’s

The third time Klaus wakes up with a scream caught in his throat, memories of Vietnam and the mausoleum still mingling in his mind, he decides he’s done with sleep for the night. Clearly, it’s not working, and although Klaus can be a stubborn bastard when he wants to be, he has the feeling this isn’t something that he can stubborn-bastard his way out of.

With a groan, Klaus rolls out of bed, tugging on his coat in lieu of a robe because he’s only wearing underwear and it’s cold. If he’s gonna be up, he might as well go to the kitchen and get something to eat, or maybe head to the living room and watch a movie on the massive TV that Allison bought. Ideally, he’d hang out with one of his siblings, but it’s three a.m. and as irritating as Klaus can be, he’s not going to wake someone up in the middle of the night cause he’s bored.

However, he thinks as he walks past Vanya’s room and hears noise coming from inside, if one of his siblings is awake, then it’s okay to bug them, right?

“Van, you up?” Klaus asks, poking his head in the room to check.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Vanya says. She’s holding her violin and clearly practicing fingering for a piece, although her bow is still in the case. “Why are you up?”

“Why are you up?” Klaus retorts, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

Vanya shrugs, setting her violin down. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither,” Klaus says. “Or well, I couldn’t stay asleep. Thanks for that, Dad.” Technically, only about half of his nightmares are a direct result of Reginald Hargreeves, but he only went back in time to the Vietnam War because he was tortured by freaks in masks, and he was only tortured by freaks in masks because of the impending apocalypse, and the impending apocalypse was only a thing because Dad was a massive asshole, so yeah, it’s all his fault in the end.

“I couldn’t sleep at all,” Vanya says. “So I figured I would practice.”

“Without your bow?” Klaus asks.

Vanya shrugs, but Klaus watches the tension in her body increase as she does it. “I didn’t want to wake anyone.”

“My room is soundproofed, if you ever wanna practice in there,” Klaus offers.

“Maybe,” Vanya says, but she hasn’t even looked at the bow yet. Klaus, never one to let sleeping dogs lie, goes over to the case and picks it up.

“How exactly does this thing work?” he asks, swinging it around a few times. “Cause, like, if I took my hair and rubbed it on the violin strings, it wouldn’t do anything. Would it?”

“Please put that down,” Vanya says, her voice tight.

Klaus does, then he throws himself on Vanya’s bed. “So,” he asks, “why are you really not playing with a bow?”

Vanya looks over at the bow and swallows. “When I play my violin,” she says slowly, “I can feel the sound now. I almost used that to end the world. I- I can’t-”

“Hey, Van, calm down,” Klaus says in concern, reaching one hand out, but Vanya flinches away from his touch. He pulls his hand back, but he sits up, leaning closer to Vanya.

“I shouldn’t even have that violin,” Vanya says, her voice getting quicker and quicker and breathier and breathier. “I- You should take it away from me, I can’t have it, I could hurt someone, I-”

“Vanya, breathe,” Klaus says, resisting the urge to reach out to her again. “You need to breathe, Van.”

“I almost ended the world!” Vanya cries, apparently unaware of the fact that things around her are starting to tremble. “I could have- Klaus, I could have destroyed everything!”

“But you didn’t,” Klaus says. “You didn’t do it.”

“Klaus-”

“Breathe, Vanya,” Klaus says, reaching out again. This time, Vanya grabs at his hand and clutches it so tightly Klaus thinks she might break his fingers. He lets her do it. “Breathe, come on, in and out, you can do it.”

Slowly, with a few fits and starts, Vanya manages to slow her breathing to a more manageable pace. The room stops shaking. Klaus doesn’t dare move, but he doesn’t have to; Vanya throws herself against his chest, sobbing.

“Klaus, I- I could have-”

“But you didn’t,” Klaus says, petting Vanya’s hair. “You didn’t, and that’s what matters.”

He doesn’t know if Vanya believes him yet, but he’ll keep repeating it until she does.

[jul-bilant]

Prince!Seungcheol

prince seungcheol

he was always the buzz around the whole kingdom *i mean y wouldnt he?? have you sEEN the guy????*

he’s always going around town, supervising incase any dumbass decided to sell drugs around the block or smth

(he once caught one and he didnt kno seungcheol was the prince and offered him marijuana and got arrested bc of tht and bc seungcheol got offended lmao)

and whenever he passes by, theres always gonna be some thirstyass girls staring at him like

“oMF SAMANTHA ITS PRINCE SEUNGCHEOL”

“SHUT UP JESS HE’S GONNA HEAR YOU DIMWIT”

or like

*runs up to him* “cAN I BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND??”

and tbh seungcheol just deadass rejects her but like,,, politely bc pRINCE MANNERS

and thats why he has two bodyguards with him at all times outside the palace now

anyways;;; prince seungcheol’s rlly rlly rLLY polite and well-mannered

he’s also a smart boi like

8 yr old seungcheol can solve 10th grade algebra, write a whole 10+ paged essay abt cytology and find the cure for cancer

kidding lol *nOT*

but srsly, this boi is smarter than yo algebra teachers like bi h

and he’s also sort of leader-like, so people already know he’ll be a great king one day

but he also has a kind heart and cares for everyone he loves and the whole kingdom

a 5 yr old girl once tripped over a rock infront of him and he took her to a bench, bought a bandage and aided her scraped knee ;-;

you can tell im soft for seungcheol hhhh

anyways, he’s been stressing out for a while because his coronation as king is nearing and it’s in a few months since his father died a year ago

and he needs to find a suitable partner

thats where you come in

you’re a maid in the palace

the maids have a thing where they check on seungcheol every two or three hours to see if he’s hungry, needs smth, or anything like tht

and this time, you were assigned to check on him

tbh you’ve never been assigned because it’s always the head maid that checks on him or that one maid thats always been the head maid’s fave

but not today

it was 10 pm and you went to see if seungcheol needed anything so you go to his study room

but before you knock, you hear something from inside his study room

it sounds like crying

and you know for a fact that thats seungcheol’s voice thats crying

you were at a loss of what to do, so it took you a while to do anything, but you decided to go down and tell the chefs that he was hungry just so you could bring him his favourite food to cheer him up

when you went back to the study room, you knocked

but he didn’t answer

it was quiet now, no more sobbing

so you opened the door

and saw seungcheol with his head down on the desk

you quietly wheeled the food towards his study table and put the tray on the other desk near the couch

you carefully approached seungcheol out of curiosity

his cheeks were stained with dried tears, but other than that, he still looked as handsome as ever

you grew concerned and took of the blankets from the bigass closet near the prince’s room and draped it over him

i mean, you were already there so why not lol

the next morning, seungcheol awoke to the smell food and a blanket around him

he grew confused but shrugged it off, he expected one of the maids to do these things

but he smiled knowing someone cares

meanwhile, the head maid came up to you and told you that you’ll be the maid who’ll regularly check up on seungcheol from now on since she was, quote-on-quote, “busy”, and her favourite maid had to retire for god knows what

you didn’t know why but you felt a sense of happiness and anxiety at the same time

so in the afternoon, you go to check on seungcheol as he’s in the study room, sorting out papers

when you enter the room after knocking, seungcheol kinda stares at you

not in the bad, offending way, nah m8

but like

‘holy shit this woman looks better than a grilled cheese sandwich’

which roughly translates to “prince seungcheol is making googly-eyes at maid y/n” ty v much

and he blushed a bit but hid it well when you approached him

“good afternoon, prince seungcheol.. i am maid y/n, i’ll be the new maid who’ll check on you from time to time from now on..” you inform him

he smiles

s m i l  e s

“thank you for informing me, miss y/n,” he replied

“may i ask you a small favor?”

you were like

‘w8 boi whut-’

but you just replied with an “ok”

“please tell the maid who draped a blanket over me and brought me food last night 'thank you’, and tell her it’s from me.” he smiled

you contemplated on telling him whether or not it was you,

which would be odd for other people, since they would of cOURSE take the chance and say that they did

but you had a sense of not taking credibility in most cases bc you like being humble and shiet so you nod and telling him you’ll inform her

“thank you, it means a lot to me..” seungcheol smiles

a few months after, you hear his royal adviser, which no one rlly likes tbh (tht includes seungcheol), scolding him because he has yet to find a partner

so you go check on him in his bedroom after knocking, and he let you in

you two had, undoubtedly, grown close

which is weird bc he doesnt really make friends w/ workers in the palace, much less be best friends with them

but thats what happened

he basically tells you everything from his dreams, to when his father passed, to how his cat scratched the curtain of the theatre room and etc.

so naturally, you started liking him

but of course, why’d the prince like a maid like you????

yall were just best friends

(like any other ff pfft)

you sat down on his bed, a concerned look on your face as he was on the verge of tears

“whats wrong?” you asked, even if you already knew what dampened his mood

“Mr. Song is pressuring me into getting married again, but this time he told me other things..”

you watch as a tear or two falls from his eyes

its really painful to watch him cry

“its okay… you dont have to tell me if you dont want to..” you reassured seungcheol but he just shakes his head

“no.. i think you deserve to know”

and he told you about how his adviser called him a worthless prince for not being able to even court a girl, telling him that if he was this indecisive, the kingdom would fall, and other hurtful things like that

at this point, he was crying the whole waterfall somewhere in the deep woods near the kingdom

“cheol.. i’m sorry you had to endure that…”

without thinking, you gently pulled him into your arms, pulling him into a warm hug

both of you were surprised, but didn’t waver away from the hug

for a second you thought 'omf why the fu c  k did i do that’

but you just shook the thought away, telling yourself that your best friend is in emotional pain and you did that for moral support

(which wasnt the only reason but you wanted to deny the others hhh)

but seungcheol on the other hand was lo si  n g his shit

on the inside, of course

he’s like 'omg omg omg she’s hugging me mOM-’

but thats where it dawned on him

he likes you

the next day, you knocked on the door of his study room

but it was silent, just like that one night when he cried himself to sleep

so you opened the door,

but he wasnt there

you panicked a little, thinking about where on palace grounds he couldve gone to

so you checked his bedroom, the kitchen, the theatre room, the throne room, the royal gardens, everywhere

but aside from finding his cat scratching the theatre room curtains, they were all empty

you asked the head maid where he was and she answered you with a shocked expression before replying

“you mean to tell me you didn’t know he was in the neighboring kingdom, meeting up with his arranged fiancee?”

fiancee

arranged or not, it still hurt to know that he was with the woman who he was going to marry

and that was not you

the head maid gave you the day off, since seungcheol wasnt here for the day

you dressed casually, a white, plain, sleeveless dress that goes to your knees, instead of the regular, convervative, longsleeved maid uniform you were obliged to wear when you had work

you took a walk around the palace grounds, eventaully stopping when you reach the rooftop balcony

the moon was already making an appearance, the night ready to take over the sky

you stay there for the time being, finding the night sky, stars and a few blobs of clouds enticing to the human eye

moments later, you find yourself holding back tears

you let out a few stray tears drip down your cheeks as you sniff, not bothering to wipe them away

you were surprised when a blanket was wrapped around you, and a familiar pair of arms pulling into a hug

“its cold, you shouldn’t be out here at this ti- ….why are you crying?” you heard him voice out the last part in a soft whisper, contrasting his normal tone of speech like how he talked a few moments ago

“n-nothing… its dumb..” you tell him, dismissively

but he wasnt having it

“come on, i’ll listen to you.. tell me whats bothering you to the point where you’re crying..” seungcheol wiped a few of your tears away

“i’ll be fine, cheol.. and.. aren’t you supposed to be in the neighboring kingdom until tomorrow?..” you asked

“yes.. but there was no reason to stay if i rejected the marriage.”

what

w h a  t

“you- what?!” you turned to him, dumbfounded

he chuckled

“yeah, i rejected the marriage. i have my eyes on another girl..” he confessed, not breaking the eye contact you both shared

“…quite literally..” he grinned

“she was there for me through everything, comforted me at the toughest of times, and brought me food and a blanket when i fell asleep at my study room..”

so he knew

you blushed, knowing exactly what he meant

he approached you slowly, and once he had you in his field of reach, he cupped your face and pulled you closer to him

“would you…” he paused

“…marry me?”

you smiled a gentle, assuring smile

“..of course.”

and in a fit of smiles and small laughs, seungcheol kissed you

[bnha-imagines-hcs]

oh no im curious about these sex pollen hcs. hit me up with some aizawa please if you want to and haven't already, whenever you have time?

( of course i had in mind some desperate guilty sex when i posted that, but it never wanted to write itself bc: aizawa wouldn’t. he just wouldn’t. so instead, have this sfw hurt/comfort thing – that is half summarised bc i didn’t wanna write everything out ❤❤ . )

| aizawa; drabble & headcanons.

           it wasn’t even a quirk. 

the sex industry, as always, is booming. tech levels rise through the ages and as man’s ability to mimic nature leaps ahead… we get a hold of that long sought-after aphrodisiac.as with any drug, it’s sold in degrees of potency - the most debilitating ones not commonly found anywhere but at the black market.

          it wasn’t even an attack of any kind. just a fun game, let’s try this shit out with your friends - spice up a night of clubbing. someone had gotten hold of it somewhere, and fuck but they should’ve asked where.they didn’t. underestimated it; caution wasn’t enough.

weak. everything is so loud, so bright, so invasively intense– a lamppost’s dim light cause for skull’s pounding and the door’s slippery slick plastic like a hyperactive second skin. 

not what you might call sexy.

and yet. of course this demonic fucking drug doesn’t give a shit– everything is aching. joints and muscles from the constant strain, head from the fucking stress and core because for the love of all that is sane, there needs to be something in there or around there.

         “sh-shou-t-t-ta-                              fuck                     -please open the door- fuck please be home,”                          knocking has little result when it’s a jarring slide of                          skinskinskin on wetslipperywaterplasticyskinskinskin               that renders their knuckles powerless. they slip sideways,                flop against the bell until it finally ringsloudLOUDFUCKINGLOUD.

the tremor in their limbs is a racket, something that drives up through all the senses- then finds it’s got nowhere to go, ricochets off every thought and turns emotions into nausea.

christ. are you supposed to take a single grain of this shit-? it’d been dust, fine and easy to sprinkle into the foam that topped one beer, the fizz of someone’s coke. those combos a good idea?evidently not.were you supposed to take that shit at all? was it not fit for consumption, or– oh god oh god oh god

it’s a god awful time, waiting for that second skin to peel away and leave them the fuck alone. thumping reverberates, an amplified ache, and then the door falls away and they with it.

“shit– y/n? injured or drunk?”          god, he’s so sweet. nothing useful registers; just blacks and grey [ stubble ] and pale skin / dark rings under [ eyes ] – there’s way too much sensation pouring in through every shred of skin held near.at leat the long kiss with the fucking front door desensitised that a lil bit.

          “…..shouta………..hm?”

“tell me your name.”

          oh lord, he’s worried. a stumbled reiteration soothes that some, but certainly not by much.

“what day is it?”

          “oh god, please don’t make me do that–” somewhere in the century that’s passed in hng shouta smell yeaaaahhh, there’s a click that casts out so much noise. rain’s obnoxious assault on the senses is cut short and they sag in [ arms ] distantly familiar.

“what day is it?”

          “shoutaaa… i’ hurts- uhm, uhm, fuck issit wednesday? should be wednesday night, went t’ club.” 

“partied with someone you don’t know?”

          “nno.”

          something high-pitched and short-lived arches into what’s roughwarmfirm. loud and bright and overwhelming all else; clean strokes of way too much / please more and the misery of begging for a cure.there’s a thumb at your mouth / but time passes too slowly and it’s gone ere you can lick it, pulling up eye’s lids until the hallway light is piercing. “–fuck, don’t do that!”

“where does it hurt?”

          “everywhere-” you squirm every time he lifts fabric just to uselessly look at your skin / cry for the skittering itching need when sure fingers check wrist, elbow, the inside of your knee - nothing lasts, not even long enough to fully register. “please, shouta-”

“tell me your address.”

          “–right here,” then, less obscenely, follows the street you stood out in the rain at, the house you’re in just to cling to his solid shapes.

“where are your friends?”

          “home. cab. took it together.” right, that happened. feels like oceans of drowning ago.

straight-up emergency calls Recovery Girl. she comes by despite the pouring rain; was on her way and also,,, u gonna help a pal out. goes yeah that’s what it looks like (completely unaffectedly asks shouta to keep his girl from rubbing themselves on her pls), then gives y/n a tablet that’s a sleeping pill & against inflammatory stuff, and a tiny smooch to help recover quicker - but a tiny one, cuz y/n is gonna need all of her energy.                 ( no not for that ya sickos >8) )

y/n remembers all that scattered intensity finally drawing into a focal point as shouta lets her grind on his thigh (he cannot touch her he just fucking can’t - and he’s right not to. he is not aroused in the slightest lmfao christ) before everything just. fades to black in her mind. she was not lucid enough to register the sleeping pill at the time (only swallowing smth), but come morning she can piece it together.she’s exhausted. and she’s slept – aizawa, sitting in a chair and at a desk to support him with what smells like bitter coffee, looks like shit. y/n cries for him, because they know how personally he takes things, how he worries, how it takes him a while to stop blaming himself for shit happening to ppl he loves. she’s sorry for burdening him - even if he prefers it, she’s just sorry to put him on the spot like that anyway. she cries for the scare– she cries for what could have happened.

shouta’s already called all the friends that went clubbing with his s/o and notified local police - both bc wtf this drug?? in civilian hands?? and obv to make sure they got home safe, and if they didn’t he’d call a hero to go find them. he’ll be questioning the friend who brought the drugs, find out whether this was a matter of accident or of someone dropping bad drugs in innocent hands.

y/n demands he come rest– shouta’s more than relieved to be able to hold them in his arms now without feeling dirty, though he remains cautious of reigniting smth somehow. but the drug’s immediate influences have passed - now their body’s exhausted both from it and from working it out their system. y/n couldn’t be less horny rn, just wants to cling to him & make sure he eats, gd. they take charge of the situation, of shouta and his guilt. he’s called in sick btw- sick, bc not spreading their private business all over w/o at least giving them time to prepare for it; it may go public anyway if it turns out to be a bigger problem. – s/o says ok. you’re going to eat. i’ll eat a lil too if i can keep it down. you can check on me in between making it (s/o is not gonna get up yet, that feels Not Good), then we drink some water, then we lay down here and rest. shouta’s won over bc logic and bc please let him physically curl arnd them to protect and wash away the night’s horrors.