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Goro before he met Kitaoka
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alright i finished this so i need to celebrate my accomplishment (???) by sharing it to the world
BETTER versions of my trio designs. because boo boo the other old ones were BORING and TOO SIMPLE and lowhighkey UGLY. i had no idea what i was thinking when i made this but i guess design notes before to see if i can figure out what the fuck these mean đ
killerđȘ:3
he got a GLOW UP!!! when i was figuring him out i was thinking like. this man needs to look combat ready he CANNOT look chill and relaxed he MUST look good to fight. killer can't catch a break đ anyways. it's ALSO not revealing (âËáŽËâ) because i feel he would NOT wear that stuff cmon flirty =/= revealing. his charms are found through his words and actions (stabbing someone through the heart) (speaking of the heart i couldn't be bothered to draw his soul mb)
the gloves/shirt/leggings under his clothes may LOOK seperate. but its actually all one big piece!!! because i thought it would be silly and funny :3 but like on a serious note i like this because it provides an extra layer of protection (both in a fight and not) and like. a sense of anonymity i guess??? like you can't see killer's natural body you cant SEE who he was before because hes changed that much (or i guess HE cant see who he was b4 wtvr)
actually a lot of killer's outfit has meaning behind it. knee pads = unnatural body imitation killer is a whole new being now not monster (also adding 2 the combat look :3) belts = restraint killer needs to stay in line and do as he's ordered (i needed some visual interest đ) zippers on shoes?? actually no meaning i just thought it would be cute. somehow i managed to find meanings 4 all of the trio's zippers. killer's is jammed in that spot. show like idk he is irreversibly changed to what he is now (a lot of this makes no sense)
horror đȘ :3
if you remove all the rips in the clothes he'd be the most basic out of all of them. but theyre there so he's NOT the most basic! 4 horror i was thinking like "you can see he's fucked up but you can also see he's desperately trying to keep it together" type feel. i totally didnt steal those under socket lines (thank you mania and paranoia for donating to your og versions :3) to make horror look more đđđ (cannot describe it)
the cloak was stolen from undyne trust. he wears it as a power move FUCK YOU!!! to her :3 also it looks royal and regal which could kinda show like horror's power and sway over snowdin. he's DEFINITELY not a king but he is a provider and a lot of what he says goes around those parts. a lot of ppl look to him as like world's shittiest leader(ish). also i just wanted him to have something unique!
underneath horror's jacket his shirt is reaaaally torn he should probably replace it. there are some holes from when he was pinned down with spears during the core incident and then the whole lower half is just totally torn off from that one comic đ but thats why the jacket is zipped up! however the zipper broke and now the jacket can't unzip! (because horror struggles with the fact that horrortale ISNT gonna be perpetually shitty (everyone say thanks aliza) and would rather nobody see him vulnerable)
dustđ§Ł:3
i didn't change much about him lowkey he's pretty much wearing the same CLOTHES. just that the style and way he's wearing them changed. wanted him to give like,,,,, comfy (because bro did not change out of his sansish clothes) but also like FOCUSED o(â§ćŁâŠ)o like horror he has the under socket line but thats just to make him look more stressed and tired
i moved around the scarf to NOT be around his neck bc it was sooo annoying drawing the hood and then having to account for the scarf. it kind gave him a baby face vibe which i did NOT like. also i think dust would wear the scarf however. very versatile as long as the scarf remains intact. so it COULD go around waist COULD be around neck COULD be around limbs
i didn't mean to do this but the black thingy around his shoulders (was originally there just to fill in the empty space without the scarf there đ) could be seen as like mourning wear. again with the silly zipper symbolism but dust's zipper is fine its not broken like horror or killer's are because he chose to go down this path. dust CHOSE to zip it up and now its too late to go back now (so bro MUST power through âŒïžâŒïž he cant unzip the zipper now!!!!)
overall i like these. usually i like coming up with cool unique character designs its so fun but my trio was hard (im hard). probably bc i didnt wanna make then wear anything too weird Dx BUT NOW AT LEAST THEY ALL LOOK LESS BABY!!!! i think i depicted how i see them though like ughhh cannot explain but now they look like how i want them to sound
#i love love LOVE the cloak i gave horror its so fun and silly#it makes him feel so much more im better than you superior asshole vibes#these were inspired by like some old mtt but girl drawings i made a year ago and never showed anyone#so like. i feel like it shouldve been MORE fem looking than the olds ones but surprisingly not#they look gender neutral now!!!! YES!!!!!! mtt just skeletons could look fem or masc but i dont think they would#so they wear clothing in between!!! besides if i wanted to make them girly i have jk fashion au for that#i said no slutty killer but i feel that way for all of them. they wouldn't go around shirtless or wearing tight clothing#they are covered up i swear. none of these fucks are comfortable enough with themselves and anyone else to wear anything revealing#me when i see killer or horror with no shirt on (PUT ON A SHIRT!!! ESPECIALLY KILLER!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING SHIRTLESS THAT EXPOSES YOUR SOUL#and horror's probably scrawny and his bones are brittle so why would be expose them to the elements even more đđ AND he lives in snowdin#something something dust and horror have more classic similar smiles while killers isnt#i was just bullshitting with the mourning outfit dust thing but from the upper half he lowkey does look like it#like a grief stricken depressed maiden. what a surprise that he feels bad after killing everyone he loves#i drew killer with knives here but what i really wanted to draw were like chained blades. sickles. a sword. other blades than just a knife#i actually was gonna draw my trio with different weapons đđ but then i got sidetracked and just drew them with different clothes#when i was drawing dust i was like OH SHIT HE LOOKS WAAAAY TOO MUCH LIKE CLASSIC SANS.#it was unnerving. this is why i give them all different eye shapes to differentiate them!#now they all look more serious and grown up. even tho theyre all grown adult fucking men and damn horror's like 30#dust and killer look more ready to fight and horror looks more like. authoritative???? idk but its a good look 4 then#i desillyfied them. i /srsed them. i got rid of all the fun and whimsy but its ok i guess. maybe these will be easier to draw at least#UGHHH now i have to memorize these designs. only downside.....#now they all dont look similar or like branches of eachother. idk how to feel about that#prior they were clearly all connected. like a precure team they had differences but the overall vibe was the same#does this mean i have to change the mst's outfits to fit with the mtt's now đđ dont wanna!! i dont wanna redraw the mst!!!#killer sans#dust sans#horror sans#murder time trio#utmv#tricule art
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#so on my way home..#i walked by a school and besides the fact that i felt so depressed bc just looking at these kids and adults i have NO hope for the future#i saw two boys on a bench as i walked by... and i just thought they were talking. and too late i realized that no one of the boys were#bullying the other boy. the bully walked away and the other boy just sat there looking so lifeless and dejected#a teacher came and sat down w that boy and i just kept walking. even if i wanted to say smth it's like what would i even do abt that situati#that made me so sad both bc that boy.. he looked so dejected and used to it. that anxiety going to school knowing you're bullied is awful#and like i imagined talking to him and saying heyyy if you're lucky you'll grow up to be 25yrs old#live like a parasite off your mom and be on wellfare and never have had a job :)#you'll have no education or highschool diploma :) you will still struggle to finish hs even at an easier level :)#you will also not have had friends in 10yrs and you'll be terrified of ppl and getting close to anyone and even going outside!!#you'll have no interests and hobbies and skills! you'll simply be a waste of space loser being a burden on everyone around u!#whoop whoop stay alive buddy it will only get worse â€ïž#god i just wanna cry. how did i let my life turn out this way??? i used to be full of dreams and life and passion and HOPE#i used to believe in things and in people. i had so many dreams and i wanted to try and do so many things#now all i can think is 'i wanna die i wanna die i wanna die'. im miserable wherever i go lmao#there's this bridge over the highway i have to cross when i walk to school and every time i look down at the trafic and when a truck drives#by i feel my entire body vibrate. i just wanna jump and get mauled by it.#or i dont *want* to but i feel so deeply and desperately that it's the only way for me#only way to make it stop hurting. and i am weak. i dont know how to just 'stop' or take control of my life. thats why i wanna die#bc i know that i wont be able to. that my life will never amount to anything#for fuck's sake my dream now is just to have my own 1bedroom apartment and have a shitty job - like in a grocery store or whatever!!!!!#not even that can i make happen! bc im so worthless i cant do anything. im also stupid so i wouldnt be able to do my job right#i dont know... i dont know... these feelings and thoughts are too much i just wanna relax#but i cant bc my ribs hurt and idk if it's heartburn or an ulcer đ why am i even alive???? what am i doing all this for? đ#my thoughts ran away but i meant like seeing that reminded me of how much of a failure i became#bc of my circumstances and all the shitty ppl around me thru out my life
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trying to find some oldass drawings of one of my first sonas i havent been able to find em yet but instead ive just been unearthing all these old notes an ex friend and i would pass to each other back in middle school
#fucking insane i forgot abt a lot of these. i feel kinda bad keeping them that person kind offfff completely ruined my and many of my#friends lives but also. theyre kinda funny to look back on idk#theres one they made that was like âi drew the 2 of us as guys haha no reason lolâ. idk how he identifies now but back then they were#very very openly a lesbian and last time id heard of him he had transed his gender#i remmeber . so clearly feeling some kinda way abt the art i couldnt articulate at all at the time. Lol#god that whole situation was so fucked im not gonna get into all my personal middle school bullshit becuz it was soooo stupid but like. man#insane#i know ive always been kind of a pushover ill admit but its soooo frustrating looking back like. man..HOW did i just not say anything at al#i wouldnt have gotten into that whole mess if id just been honest đ i mean tbh that guy was . i dont want to say anything too like . awful#he was going through a lot absolutely had his own issues they were working thruwe were all like 12 but again .#completely ruined me nd my friends lives for a while . i feel like he wouldve just pulled rhe same thing w someone else as the main target#okay no i need to stop talking abt this i said i wouldnt over share#its mostly just funny seeing all the old art tbh. most of it was before shit got bad so its sorta bittersweet in a way#inquisitivewaltz.txt#i dint know why im talkign abt this sorry#this is honestly something i think abt a lot sometimes . especially the stupider nd more mundane bits#but it was such an awful part of all out lives i cant really discuss it much w friends#everyone else has a much more âthank god were not in that anymore now lets pretend it never happenedâ outlook on it which is understandable#idk#sorry im oversharing again i need to start keeping a journal or some shit
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Cracks me tf up how Ozzie is literally. He looks exactly how he did when I first drew him
#random post#the only *real* differences are cus. I draw differently now than I did early 2021 đ#overall his colors and shapes are p much the same lol like the others? very noticeably different#he was just always cool ig lmao#yknow what? they all at least. you can tell who is who#hand their colors have been relatively consistent (ignoring that first drawing with August I literally didnât know wtf I was doing lol)#THE FRUIT DADS ARE. 2 YEARS OLD NOW???#WHAT!!! THE FUCK MAN!!!! đ#and they still have their signatures (by that I mean they still have their like. shticks)#(like Max was always the big dark creepy cool fucker. Ozzie was mad for no apparent reason)#(Blondee was chill and tired. August was always kinda silly/weird with a NEED to be with people)#(goose was always sweet and clueless and gangly)#but theyâve definitely changed a lot too! especially August lmao like he used to be the token straight guy but then I gave him 8 boyfriends#to compensate for my crimes </3#and I definitely made them more like the ages they are (40âs) both looks wise and how they act (I try to at least lol)#I definitely made their personalities better. sorry but they werenât. exaggerated and cool enough back then </3#and I made August and Goose cousins and August and Blondee exâs (I am ignoring that one post with August friend flirting goose. I donât see)#overall theyâre more fleshed out (both character wise and. theyâre thicker now GAGGABAGAH)#and itâs p easy for me to write dialogue with em now! I know how they go about talking and their mannerisms and more or less how they feel#about certain topics/people/things. woof. theyâve come a long way I really need to draw a really good group shot of them...#ok I kinda got sidetracked and forgot what point I was trying to make lmao but!! love the fruit dads!! love the fruit daughters!! sometimes#it just takes a year to get things situated!! đ
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the fourth one or something c.2022 idk
#gu6chan's muses#gu6chan's doodles#Samuel#was looking through old photos and.... đ the first ever drawing of Samuel#was my drawing really that bad in 2022???? i pray i was just having an off day and that's why he looks like that lmao#(probably would explain why he's unfinished too...)#i know there was one at least MARGINALLY better i made somewhere down the line... if I find it I'll post him lol#otherwise#i feel bad sammy maybe i should give you a portrait after all đ„Č
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- gojo satoru x reader
the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them
genre: taking care of your son with dad!gojo, fluff/comfort
note: AAAA i love this waaay too much!đ this brilliant idea gave me baby fever so bad came from an anon who so energetically dropped by my askbox, thank you! and seeing this artwork by Yoon in twitter definitely gave me more ideas too!
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"No!"
"Why? This helpsâ"
"That's ugly! I don't want to look uglyâlike you!"
Satoru blinked in utter disbelief, and you broke into the most satisfying fits of laughter. In front of him, standing tall and sullen and very much like him was his own son, now barely five years old.
Your boy mentioned that he had been experiencing discomfort in his eyes lately, which also caused him to become dizzy. And Satoru attempted to persuade him to use a blindfold like he did because it was effective.
However, as we can see, his son didn't take his suggestion well at all. His bright blue eyes, ones your husband passed down, bore an intense glare aimed squarely at him.
"I..." Satoru sputtered, his eyes twitching. The sight was comical as no one had ever managed to elicit such a reaction from him. And no one ever considered him an unattractive person too! "I'm notâ"
"You are!"
Once again, you let out a triumphant cackle, and this time your husband shot you a glare. But you didn't care. All those years of tolerating his antics had paid off. His son had finally put him in his place!
When he was a baby, you thought your son was Gojo Satoru incarnate. He was the spitting image of himâwith all gaits and expressions too. And you had worried if he would turn out to be just as much of a menace as he was.
But apparently, life has other sweet plans because like you, he was a relatively calm boy, diligent, and didn't like to make a fuss. Satoru argued that it was definitely in his genesâclaiming he had also been a sweetheart when he was a child, but you couldn't quite imagine him being remotely as reserved as your son.
That aside, the cause of this hilarious exchange did actually make you worry a bit.
"Look, I know it probably looks odd," Satoru gestured at the blindfold in his hand, but your little boy still didn't seem convinced by the pout he displayed. "But it will help you, I promise. If only you wouldâ"
Oh, but it was almost like karma because besides his appearance, the other trait your son inherited from your husband was his strong sense of winning.
His face reddened from sheer indignation, and he once again screamed, "I don't want to! I'll just cover my eyes withâ" he took a nearby napkin and pulled them over his eyes, "âthis!"
Satoru sighed in annoyance, and you decided to jump in. Crouching down next to him, you gently pried the napkin from his hand.
"Papa just wants to help you, okay?" you reasoned, cupping his plump cheeks. Gods, he used to be this round thing in your and Satoru's arms and now he was already this big. "He uses it everyday and he has no problems, see?"
"But it doesn't look good..." Your son drooped his head in disappointment, and you could feel Satoru rolling his eyes beside you, evidently miffed at the thought of him being less than good-looking.
Parenting is challenging, especially when your husband still holds onto some of his childlike tendencies. So you decided to end the discussion here.
It was later at noon, while you were in the kitchen preparing lunch when you heard your son's scream and something crashing. Your heart was in your throat as you rushed to the backyard, only to see something that made your heart lurch even more.
Your sweet boy was wailing on the ground, clutching his head, and Satoruâ
His expression was as horrified as yours if not more, as he ran and caught your son in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest as if shielding him from the sun altogether. "Shit. Hey, heyâbuddy, you okay?â
Satoru lifted him up and carried him inside. You were right beside him as he settled on the sofa, gently hushing your son, who was still shaking and had his eyes covered against his chest.
"M-My head..." your son whimpered, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "...h-hurts..."
"It's okay, it's okay..." he murmured, caressing the child's hair in a soothing manner, and it reminded you so much of what he would do to you in the early mornings. "I've got you now, nothingâs going to happen to you. Hang on a little longer, yeah?"
You felt warm tears threatening to well up in your eyes at the sight. It was heart-wrenching to see your son in such torment, and the way your husband was consoling him deeply touched you. It served as a poignant reminder of just how many years had passed from when Gojo Satoru was still that brat who used to mess with you during high school.
Soon, your little boy's breathing became even, and he went to sleep in Satoru's comforting embrace.
You looked at him while biting your lip, undiluted worry in your voice. "What should we do? He's been experiencing pain often lately..."
Satoru really wanted to wipe that expression from your face, but with his precious child clinging onto him for dear life, even he didn't have the heart to.
"Don't worry, I'll be with him," he assured, a plan already forming in his mind. "If he hates blindfolds that much, then I'll get him some pairs of glasses just like the ones I haveâfor kids. We'll start with that."
Bearing the weight of his clan's revered eyes was a heavy burden, and honestly, he would prefer it if none of his children had to inherit them. After all, he went through it all too as a childâthe manifestation of the six eyes' powers marks the beginning of life as a sorcerer. The perilous world he was still trying to keep away from his son.
Nonetheless, he would be there for him every step of the way. It was what he vowed to himself on the day he was born. He wouldnât let anything befall himâor you.
You had calmed down after hearing his plan, and as you gazed at your precious boyâs innocent face in his protective grip and the gentle pats he gave him, you suddenly found yourself in a mischievous mood once again.
"Heh, quite the doting papa, aren't you, Satoru?" you winked, a teasing smile on your face. You could have sworn his cheeks slightly flushed as he retorted:
"Hmph. He is my personal little body warmer, after all."
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL â
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PAIRING ⊠franco colapinto x fem!sargeant!reader
SUMMARY ⊠with your brother's seat being taken by your admirer of the past year, you try your best to stay clear, but it's hard when franco is trying so goddamn hard to get your attention [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ⊠cursing, very minor hate comments
REQUESTED ⊠here!
NOTES ⊠i am NOT fluent in italian or spanish so please correct me if i've messed up on either of them! i count this as the best of both worlds because i love having franco on the grid but i'm missing my goat logan. the faceclaim i've used is marissa long but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)
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yourusername logie, my bestest friend and the best older brother i could ever ask for. i am so so SO proud of you and the journey you have had during your formula one seasons. so many memories have been made, and i know that i will never ever forget the times we spent in the williams paddock, just having fun together (& bullying alex, obviously). the williams social media page won't be the same without me posting slips of you. trust me when i say this isn't the end, but simply the beginning. lots of love always and forever, y/n đ
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yourusername someone hit me up with an italian man please, i love this country
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user4 oh she's taking it
user5 mother as perrrr
user6 the sargeant genetics are LETHALLL
user7 please someone tell me why is she in italy if her brother doesn't drive for williams anymore?
user8 she's the williams social media manager!! she started in the same year as logan x
logansargeant baby sis â€ïž
yourusername love you sm đ
francolapinto did you know i'm actually half italian?
francolapinto sei molto bellađđ (you are very pretty)
user9 second year running and he's after y/n AGAIN IM CRYING
user10 after taking her brother's seat too PLEASEEE he has guts i have to give it to him
user11 FRANCO'S COMMENT I'M DYINGGGG
user12 and the way she's ignoring it too oh my days đ it's been a year and he's still on this
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yourusername week off ïżœïżœ
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user16 farm girl???
user17 where is she đđ
yourusername my best friend's farm đ
user18 multi-talented girl fr
user19 she looks like she BELONGS fr
user20 she def doesn't want to go back to the old 9-5
yourusername oh def not
yourbsf my angel đȘœđ€
yourusername best time w you alwaysss đ
francolapinto never wanted to be a goat so badly
user21 I AM PISSING MYSELF
user22 HE IS SO BLATANT AT THIS POINTTTT
user23 @/yourusername PLEASE WE NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON FRANCO'S COMMENTS
user24 she def won't answer but it's still so fucking funny i can't
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yourusername most beautiful place đ
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user28 beautyyyy
user29 please y/n we need to see your pinterest RIGHT NOW the vibes are everything
user30 okay but...you & franco??
user31 what about letting people have some privacy, hm?
user32 oh wowwww
francolapinto not as beautiful as you đâ€ïž
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user33 FRANCO YOU DID IT!!!
user34 watch as franco puts y/n noticed x1 in his bio now
user35 THE WAY HE ACTUALLY DID IT. GIRL...
user34 I AM CREASING I CANNOT
lilymhe baby girl đ
yourusername my lilypad i love you to bits!!
logansargeant are you sure you and that lion aren't twins
yourusername i'm thinking we were separated at birth??
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williamsracing and just like that, mr colapinto is a point scorer in formula one, in his second ever race!! congratulations franco, take a bow đđ
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user38 CONGRATULATIONS FRANCOOO!!
user39 big question is...which admin posted this?
user40 one MILLION percent y/n. no doubt about it.
user41 you can tell y/n posted this bc of her signature pink heart HAHA
user42 i just know somewhere franco is kicking his feet and giggling over y/n telling him to take a bow for his performance
user43 oh franco colapinto you have won me over
user44 seeing this and lowkey feeling so sad for logan
user45 no but imagine how y/n must feel?? her brother just leaving and having to post this, she must hate franco right about now
user46 honestly, judging by the post race interview, i think y/n is fine with franco scoring points, tbh!
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francolapinto hearts â€ïž
user47 I AM SOBBING THIS IS TOO CUTE??
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user48 IS MISS Y/N OUT ON A DATE???
user49 facecard could kill.
user50 Y/N ON A DATE WHO CHEERED
user51 someone check up on franco like right now.
user52 either franco is the guy in the pictures and that's why he's not commenting, or he's entered a depressive state
user53 knowing his dramatic ass it could be either
alex_albon mystery man đđ€
yourusername shhhh albon
logansargeant i'll fight him if he hurts you đ
yourusername love you too logie đ§ž
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user54 FRANCO CAMEO FRANCO CAMEO THIS IS NOTTTT A DRILL
user55 I AM SCREAMING
user56 alexa play how you get the girl by taylor swift
user57 she's in his hometown...so this serious stuff now
user58 Y/N I LOVE YOU FOR THIS
francolapinto đâ€ïžâ€ïž
yourusername đđ
logansargeant willing to fly out to collect you if i have to đ«Ą
yourusername i promise you i'm fine đ
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francolapinto 1 AĂO DESPUĂS⊠¥¥TENGO A LA CHICA!! ÂĄÂĄVAMOS!! la persona mĂĄs hermosa por dentro y por fuera, con el corazĂłn mĂĄs grande que jamĂĄs haya existido. estoy tan feliz en este momento que las palabras no pueden explicarlo. te amo te amo te amo â€ïž (1 YEAR LATER⊠I GOT THE GIRL!! COME ON!! the most beautiful person inside and out, with the biggest heart that ever lived. i am so happy right now that words cannot explain it. i love you i love you i love you â€ïž)
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user59 original y/n franco fans RISE
user60 WE ARE THE REAL WINNERS!!
user61 oh he is in love for real
user62 need someone to love me how he loves y/n
user63 their love is so so special
user64 okay but how's logan feeling about all this...? must be so awkward...
user65 judging by his comment...i think he's doing absolutely fine đ€Ł
logansargeant hurt her and i'm at your doorstep. đ
francolapinto will never be a problem đ«Ą
yourusername you're the cutest ever
yourusername FRANCO đ€Łđ€Ł
francolapinto let me share my love for you, no?
yourusername i wanna kiss you so bad rn
logansargeant keep it pg-13 please.
yourusername logan.
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How I entered the void so easily after 1 year of trying
So after 1 year and half of trying to enter I finally did it and I am so mad because it REALLY IS SOOOOO EASY and tbh if in this post you are looking for any sort of validation or info you smart ass already know then please REMEMBER THIS : entering the void is extremely easy. You just have to do it in a way that resonates with you.
Personally for me since I had adhd I couldnât just stay still and affirm for 1 or even a few for 10 mins. Not just because I was lazy but because just repeating âI am in the voidâ for so long gets me tired and makes me think of the void more and you actually donât want to think too deeep about it. I couldnât wake 3 hours prior and then affirm or even have the patience to do the psych k, yes I was extremely lazy back then and unpresistent but one thing that helped me even backed then was THE ALPHA STATE MEDITATION !
You just have to find what works for you, find a method technique whatever you want to do that doesnât seem like a chore. So In a post back then I found on @gorgeouslypink acc talking about doing the alpha sate meditation and I tried it back then and I felt really relaxed and it was a good feeling but like I said back then I was realllly lazy so after a few mins I stopped. Then many months later passed and I was still looking for anything and everything on the void. Then just like two days ago I came across another post which was pretty simple and the technique I used was called the DISTRACTED TECHNIQUE.
All there was to do was the usual you get into a comfortable position and then she said to use the alpha state meditation and used the one gorgeouslypink recommended. So I used it and then what she tell you to do is to just think of anything else just get distracted basically and this WAS SO GOOD 4 ME because back then I had adhd so it made it harder to concentrate on just affirming and so yeah I just thought of random things and then at some point where I was completely distracted I felt my body like lift up đ if that makes sense I just canât clearly describe it. It felt really like a shift and I was like âpanickingâ in a way but I wasnât actually panicking I just kinda became aware what was going and then I got scared a little but I just relaxed shortly after. Also my fan that was making like a loud noises was coming in an out and then I only hear it in one ear and then I didnât hear anything and I just stayed there wondering if I reached the void and i actually was!!! I didnât feel my body it felt like I had no body at all and it was pitch black just like how I imagined the void to be. For a few minutes I just stayed there feeling the most surreal peace I have ever felt. I needed that peace fr đ.
So then I affirmed for my desires all I said was âI have all my desired results from my subliminal playlist.â Then just to be extra sure I just said âI have everything I want.â
At that point I got really excited and then I wiggled my toes to get out because I was too dam happy I needed to see all my shit the moment I wake up and then I slowly started getting out and when I tell you I cried for like a good dam minute when I woke up and saw how DIFFERENT. My room looked. I literally screamed onto my pillow. I was so dam scare and yet excited to see how I looked.
WHAT I MANIFESTED :
Desired body and face
Having silky straight tailbone length hair cuz mines was originally curly
And everything in my sub playlist
My desired boyfriend and guys I made him be like Gojo Satoru ( because we are all delusional over him đ€Ș) and let me tell you he is so tall, handsome, sexy and a literal god. He is so silly too đ©·
Moving countries I now live in ny
Never actually meeting my ex and all the people in my old school forget me and have actually never even met me. Like if u asked them about me they have never heard or known me before
Extremely rich rich like hella bands
Got rid of my anxiety and mental health issue
Plus +++
NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.
Even if the circumstances seem to be eating you alive donât mind that too much. Even if all seems hopeless donât give up because you already know nothing can decide or be unless you give it power to be. So stop being goofy and take responsibility and DONT STRESS!! You donât see God stressing do you. All he has to do is blink and whatever he wants to happen, happens. Plus a lot of confidence came from non dualism that I owe a huge thanks to @trynafindbarbiee she really said it like it is !!
YOU GOT THIS ML đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·
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he got the girl | george russell
pairing: george russell x wolff!reader
summary: that awkward moment when you get caught going on a date with one of your dads drivers.
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f1gossip: y/n wolff was seen last night on a date? with george russell, (yes the mercedes driver) last night in monaco? this was actually very surprising for us as well, thoughts?
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user1: no shit
user2: no way george pulled y/n
user3: GEORGE IN THE LIKES ??????
user4: NOT ONLY HIM BUT MAX CHARLES ALEX TOOOO ??
user5: sorry guys đ
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but thatâs actually me and y/n, not her and that skinny twig đ
đ
user6: maybe they were just hanging out??
user7: NO WAY GEORGE PULLED HER
user8: this is actually crazy
user9: okay guys..but the pictures are actually so cute đââïž
user10: RIGJT?? THE WAY HES HOLDING HER JACKET AND PURSE TOO đ„°đ„°
alex_albon: holy shit @/georgeussell63 no way you actually got her
georgerussell63: well donât act so surprised đ
maxverstappen1: we will act so surprised. sheâs rejected you 10 times.
georgerussell63: she has NOT!
maxverstappen1: sorry, 20 times**
user10: WHAT ARE THESE DRIVERS DOING ON A GOSSIP PAGE ??
charles_leclerc: holy cow đł
mercedesamgf1: omg no
mercedesamgf1: What the fuck is this. - Toto Wolff
user11: NO GEROGE RUN
user12: SOMEONE CHECK IF GEORGE IS STILL ALIVE
user13: TOTO NOOO
user14: WHY IS EVERYONE HERE ????
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f1: itâs been a while, but y/n is back!
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user15: her and lewis đđ
user16: THATS MOTHERRRR
user17: she looks so good đ
user18: GEORGE BEING TAGGED ???
mercedesamgf1: please un-tag George William Russell. - Toto Wolff
user19: someone PLEASE get this old geezer his own instagram account
user20: the way he adds - Toto Wolff, like we donât already know ???
user21: oh what i would do to be a fly in the mercedes garage right now
user22: the use of georgeâs FULL name ??? that boy better run
georgerussell63: đđ
leiwshamilton: do you want our boss to kill you?
landonorris: itâs like he WANTS to die
user23: WHY IS HE BEING SO PUBLIC ABOUT TUIS ???
user24: after years of being rejected by y/n he wants everyone to know he finally got her đ
user25: george finally gets y/n and he loses all fear
f1gossip; y/n was asked about the dating rumors today she was asked âare you and george datingâ, she answered, âi think heâs made it very clear, hasnât he?â
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user26: GEORGE FINALLY GOT THE GIRL!!
user27: i low key thought george was having like a manic episode and was pretending to date y/n but this basically confirmed it, happy for them!
user28: LMAO WHATT
user29: okay now totoâs reaction pls
user30: wait but if sheâs totoâs daughter? why is her hair like blonde blonde
user31: she dyes her hair religiously
user32: okay but george being like so proud of this relationship is so incredibly cute đ
user33: netflix is going to eat this up
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mercedesamgf1: our family đđ
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user34: GEORGE LOOKS SO SCARED đđđ
user35: NO IM DYING THIS IS TOO FUNNY
user36: GEORGE LOOKS LIKE HES BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT
user38: this is hilarious
yourusername: p5 and p7 đđ
georgerussell63: wanted to make you proud đ„°
user39: OH BROTHER HERE HE GOES
user40: toto will appear in an estimated 3 seconds
mercedesamgf1: đ - Toto Wolff.
f1gossip: george russell and toto wolff were seen speaking after the race in monaco, sources say that after a intense chat, they hugged it out, thoughts?
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user41: AND HE APPROVES!!!
user42: YAY
user43: ITS OFFICIAL, TOTO APPROVES
user44: okay now i can actually be happy about this relationship
user45: i kinda feel bad that his own daughter didnât tell him that she was dating someoneâŠ
user46: they bro hugged đ„č
user47: so happy for y/n and george â€ïž
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georgerussell63: after 4 years, i finally got the girl đđđđđ
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f1: GEORGE RUSSELL FINALLY DOES IT EVERYONE!!
landonorris: YEAH RUSSELL đŁïž
oscarpiastri: finally đđ
danielriccarido: HELL YEAH
maxverstappen1: i still donât believe itâŠ
lewishamilton: proud of you man đ«
charles_leclerc: YAY!!!
carlossainz55: he finally made itđ„čđ„č
mclaren: she could do better
user48: ADMIN??
yukitsunoda: really?
alex_albon: still not convinced this is real đ
user49: this whole comment section is killing me đ
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yourusername: when heâs dad approved đ
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mercedesamgf1: eh - Toto Wolff.
yourusername: father pls get instagram
georgerussell63: my beautiful gorgeous exquisite breathtakingly beautiful girl đđđ„°đ„°
user50: need me a man like THIS.
lewishamilton; simp đ«”
yourusername: ??? who taught you that
lewishamilton; the internet
user51: now get married and have 3 kids !!!
georgerussell63: soon!
mercedesamgf1: NO NOT SOON. - Toto Wolff
f1: beautiful couple đ»
user52: THIS IS ADORABLE
user53: i need me a man who loves me as much as he loves y/n
user54: he waited 4 years for her đ„čđ„č
user55: the train tracks looks really delicious right about now
user56: me and who???
user57: why is george kinda sexyâŠ
yourusername: how are you just realizing this now?
user57: IT TOOK YOU FOUR YEARS TO NOTICE????
yourusername; no comment.
. . .
notes: i have my chemistry final tomorrow, wish me luck!
#george russell x reader#george russell x you#george russell social media au#george russell smau#george russell imagine#george russell fluff#george russell fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 social media au#f1 smau
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glue song.
pairings: oscar piastri x childhood gf!reader.
faceclaim: rayan.xasan on ig <3
summary: after looking at some old photo albums, you stumble across an old photograph of your first love. you post it online and internet sleuths attempt to track him down.
authorâs note: this was based on the interaction between that one girl and the other girl she met on the cruise. if you know, you know. i thought that would be a cute smau. ignore any spelling mistakes pls đđ
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âąââââââââąÂ°âąââąÂ°âąââââââââą
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yourusername: jetlag isnât too bad when your besties takes you straight from the airport to your favourite restaurant.
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user19: omg is she going to meet oscar?
-> user2: she had a life before oscar lmfao. it could be a brand trip or a holiday.
bestie1: girl u almost fell asleep into ur ramen. how embarrassing đŹ
-> yourusername: donât expose me !! i was tired and the ramen looked comfy.
-> bestie2: itâs okay!! thatâs why weâre here to stop you being enticed by sleepy noodles. <3
user9: where did u get ur hat!! so cute!!
-> yourusername: i made it myself!! i can send u the pattern if youâd like?
-> user9: yes please!! :)
-> yourusername: dmed u the pattern love! đ«¶đŸđ
user6: sheâs actually so cute. her and oscar need to date.
*liked by oscarpiastri*
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yourusername: shout out to oscar from australia. ig he isnât too bad of a date.
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oscarpiastri: not too bad? high praise from you.
-> yourusername: you know it đ€
-> oscarpiastri: iâm assuming this means date 2 is on the cards?
-> yourusername: ⊠perhaps
-> oscarpiastri: text me :)
-> user67: i feel like weâre intruding on a moment hereâŠ
user1: NOOOO WE LOST HER
user7: at least oscar is a good photographer.
-> user8: i think sheâs just insanely photogenic đ
user9: curly haired y/n is my fav y/n!!!
bestie2: orange is cute but the red top would have been cuter.
-> yourusername: iâll wear it tomorrow just for you <3
-> oscarpiastri: not even for me?
-> bestie1: back off koala đ€šđđŒ she was ours first!
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oscarpiastri: a quick update on oscar from australia and y/n from (your country).
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landonorris: not you soft launching?!
-> user1: you wouldnât know what thats like would you? chronically online and single đ€Ł
-> landonorris: HELLO???? đđ
logansargeant: where is my thanks for letting you know about the tweet đ€š
-> oscarpiastri: thanks.
-> logansargeant: not good enough. i was thinking maybe a mansion? or at least a private jet. perhaps even a small countryâŠ.
user7: THE LAST PIC!!)?2&292!
-> user12: do i wanna be him or herâŠ.
bestie2: told u the red was the best option yourusername đ ur glowing!!!
-> bestie1: BOOOOOOO đđŒ (u look good!!)
yourusername: when did you even take the first pic? i didnât even notice đ
-> oscarpiastri: when you were explaining the lore behind the hunger games series. youâre cute when youâre passionate.
-> user98: âYOUâRE CUTE WHEN UR PASSIONATEâ IM SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES TONIGHT đđđ
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Jealousy
Request: Can I please request a Cooper x Fem reader comfort angst romance where the sweet reader is infatuated with Cooper (she has a thing for older men)The sweet reader is always doing unnecessary favors for him, like secretly giving him discounts on rad away and supplies, taking care of dog meat, and getting him information on bounties. Until he brings along Lucy, misunderstanding the whole situation, the readerâs heart breaks thinking the worst and slowly stops trying and acting cold and distant, making Cooper notice that the only tolerable person he has ever known in this god forsaken world is ignoring him. (Feel free to add or change anything just pls feed into my delusionsđ I just want some hardcore romance with our cowboy) Also can u pls add that the reader also has a cute southern accent?
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader
Description: As a wandering trader, you've made a lot of strange friends. Among them, Ghouls, but there is one in particular that is your favorite.
Notes: I hope I did this justice for you anon!
The Wasteland was brutal, and even you knew it was a bad idea to trek it alone, but you had a job to do. However, as you found yourself in front of your old friend Roger's home you felt like the Wastelands weren't all that bad.
"My name.. is Roger." You heard him repeating between snarls.
You stopped in your tracks outside the door. "He's turning," You thought to yourself as you rummaged through your pack looking for any vials of Radaway. You were all out. Sighing, you put your hand on your holster before slowly making your way inside to check on your friend.
"Rog?" You ask as you round the corner to find him sitting in the dirt.
"Oh hey," he said relieved. "My savior. Do you have any vials"
"I don't have any, Rog." You replied sadly.
"Oh." He whispered. "You should probably get out of here then. It's not safe for little girls like you to be in the Wastelands alone." He said sadly, leaving out the bit you both knew, you weren't safe with HIM alone.Â
Before you could respond, you heard quiet footsteps down the corridor. "Who else is here?" You thought to yourself as your hand went back to your holster. Peaking your head around the corner you find none other than Cooper Howard and... a vaultie? You did very little to hide the confusion on your face as you looked between the two.
"Hey, you." You said to Cooper. "What are you doing here?"
"Could ask you the same thing, sweetheart." He responds, pushing the vaultie through the doorway and making his way to Roger.
"Hey Rog," Cooper greets him.
"Hey. Hey." Rogers laughs, relieved to see his friend. "Fancy seeing you here. You out for that bounty, too, huh?"
"Yep," Cooper responds as he knelt in front of his friend.
You all stand there in silence for a bit, listening to Roger snarl and whip his head around.Â
"Oh, shit," Roger says between wails.
"How you feeling?" Cooper asks quietly, already knowing the answer.
"Oh.. you know," Roger replied. "It's hard out here. Dang smoothies can be so unkind. I see you got a smoothie of your own." He says as he looks over at the vaultie.
You also turn to look at the vaultie, a look of displeasure on your face. "A smoothie of your own." Repeating over and over in your head. You wanted to be his smoothie. You and Cooper never really started a relationship, but you thought you were heading in that direction. You gave him a generous discount on Radaway since you developed a little crush on him, and he would always spend more time than necessary with you whenever you crossed paths. He was always fussing after you and was always telling you how you were too reckless. In his eyes, everything was too dangerous for you. He knew how you felt about him, and you THOUGHT you knew how he felt about you, but this vaultie threw a wrench in everything. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me." You thought to yourself while eyeing her up. You were so lost in thought that you could barely hear Roger snarling next to you.Â
"You're turning," Cooper says reluctantly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
"Yeah maybe, maybe." Roger says on the verge of tears, "Maybe. Hey, you don't happen to have any vials, do you? Y/n is all out."
Cooper's eyes met yours as you nodded your head sadly.
"Just one little puff and I'll be back on my feet. You know I'm good for it." Roger pleaded.
"I'm sorry Roger I am all out," Cooper says, looking back toward his friend.
"That's okay. That's okay." Roger mumbles. "Though, um, you and y/n and your smooth-faced friend, you um... you might want to clear out before things get ugly."
You flinch as you hear Roger snarl again, each time he was getting louder and louder. You look down at your feet with tears in your eyes.
"I did okay. 28 years since I first started showing," Roger said looking between you and Cooper, before snarling again. "Oh, hell! Not as long as you though." He pointed proudly at Cooper, "You've outlasted us all. How long since you first started Wastelanding?"
"A long time," Cooper responds while shaking his head.
"That's a lot of vials," Roger said quietly.
"Well I've always been good at making money, Roger." Cooper exhales as he stands up. "Say, you remember how good food used to taste?"
"Yeah, BlamCo Mac and Cheese!" Roger says excitedly.
"Ice Cream and Apple Pie." Cooper countered.
Roger laughed, a real laugh. He was happy. "Apple Pie is not nearly as sweet as young Y/n's southern accent though." He says smiling up at you. "You know, my mom used to -"
Before you knew what happened, Roger's brains were all over the wall. You looked up at Cooper with tears in your eyes. You knew it had to be done. You knew it was mercy, but it still hurt.Â
"Why did you do that?" The vaultie asked. "He was sick."
"He wasn't gonna get better." You responded dryly.
"You usually don't go all the way out here sweetheart, not on your own. What are you up to?" Cooper asks you as he picks up Roger's body and places it in a position where he easily access what he needs.
You don't respond. Between the jealousy brewing in your stomach at the vaultie next to you and the sadness about Roger, you couldn't find the words you wanted to say.Â
"Stop. Stop Stop." The vaultie pleaded, "Please, I know it's hard out here but you don't, you don't have, you don't have to resort to... to..."
Before he could respond you quickly made your way out of the building for some fresh air. You could hear their voices inside, but you decided to drown them out by humming to yourself. You didn't need to see him take apart Roger, and you definitely couldn't stand the sound of her voice any longer. You knew you should get walking, you were low on supplies and they would be leaving the building soon. You didn't want to face them again, but it felt like there were bricks in your boots. As exhaustion hit you, you sat down in the sand and closed your eyes, losing track of time.
"Hey," You hear Cooper say as he puts his hand on your shoulder. "You good, sweetheart?"
'Fine." You mumbled out. "You and your smoothie should get going." The venom in your voice was loud and clear, but you didn't care.
"That's what got ya panties in a bunch?" Cooper laughed.Â
You glared up at him in response. "Don't laugh at me, Cooper."
"I am taking her to SuperDuperMart. Not keepinâ her as a pet.â Cooper smiles as he offers you his hand.Â
"Oh," You responded quietly, feeling stupid.
"What is SuperDuperMart?" You heard the vaultie ask, but the two of you completely ignored her.
"No one could ever replace you, sweetheart," Cooper says as he cups your face.Â
You couldn't help the smile that graced your face at his words, and the blush that creeped up your neck.
He smiled when he noticed the way your eyes flickered towards his lips.Â
"When I get my hands on some Radaway, I'll show you just how much you mean to me." You whispered.
"Lookin' forward to it." He whispered back.
The two of you were so caught up in each other that you didn't even notice the look of pure disgust on the vaultie's face as she watched your interaction. Some people may never understand why you like Cooper so much, but honestly? You couldn't give a damn.
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#the ghoul fallout#fallout tv series#fallout#the ghoul x reader#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard
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Feel free to reject this request since itâs kinda heavy, but maybe Hugh kissing the readerâs sh scars but itâs like friends to lovers? Preferably f reader but gen is fine too
YOUâRE BEAUTIFUL âË°
in which logan draws stars around your scars
warnings: HEAVY MENTIONS OF SHâ ïžâ ïž DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A TOPIC YOU CANNOT HANDLE, angst, blood
i actually love this request as someone who struggles w sh themselves so pls donât be afraid to ask smt like this!
i also switched it to logan instead of hugh bc i feel like he just fits the part better and this isnât friends to lovers itâs just loversđ sorry
âyou drew stars around my scars. but now im bleeding.â
you couldnât help it, the burning sensation of the blood dripping down over your old scars was a feeling you couldnât resist.
for 2 years now youâve told yourself that youâd stop, thay youâd get better. especially since logan came around and made you want to get better. but you couldnât, no matter how hard you tried.
more sooner than later did the tears of guilt and regret begin pooling your eyes, the hot liquid dripping down your face as you held the cold towel to your wrist harder.
you knew logan would be up here any minute; his class was coming to an end soon. the last thing you needed was him walking in on you cutting yourself after you told him youâd stop.
you took a deep breath, drying your wrist and slapping a few bandaids on it before looking at yourself in the mirror; you were a mess. your face was flushed, covered in streaks of dried tears as the new ones kept coming. your hair was a ruffled mess, you were drowning in your hoodie and fuck did your wrist burn.
ây/n/n?â you heard from afar, shit. surely logan was in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.
you sighed, praying that your voice would be strong. âiâm in here, just a minute!â you called out, cursing yourself for your voice cracking at the last second.
immediately loganâs concern grew higher, slowly approaching the door and leaning his head against it. your nervous sobs were hard to miss, especially from right against the door.
ây/n,â logan called firmly, âopen the door fâme please.â
your eyes widened, noticing how loganâs voice grew louder. it didnât take you long to pick up on how close logan was to you.
âi canât,â your voice cracked, you looked down at your hands that shook rapidly, afraid of what was to come.
loganâs brows furrowed, heâd had enough. you heard one of his claws retract as he picked the lock.
quickly, you took out your box, shoving your blade into it and throwing it god knows where into the drawer just before logan barged in.
âare you okay in here?â he asked, glancing down at your exposed wrist, covered in bandaids.
you followed his eyes, yours widening when you noticed you forgot to roll down your sleeve.
logan felt like he could physically feel the pit growing in his stomach, realizing what you had done. logan had never understood why you chose to hurt yourself like this. but he did understand what it was like to endure so much pressure and emotion that you donât know how to contain it. and so he never screamed, or yelled, or frankly even asked âwhy?,â because not everyone has a âwhy.â
your tears were flowing once more as you moved closer to logan, âiâm sorry,â you sobbed, burying yourself in his arms.
he immediately welcomed you, wrapping his strong
arms around your shoulders, rocking you back and forth in hopes to calm you down.
he looks down at you, his own eyes glossed over slightly, he hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he canât do anything about it.
soon logan loosens his grip, reaching gently for your left wrist and bringing it up to his lips, planting a soft and gentle kiss on one of your old scars.
âmy baby,â he mutters, kissing another one while ensuring he leaves your fresh one alone, âmy sweet baby.â
you can do nothing but sob harder. youâd expected numerous reactions out of logan but this definitely wasnât one of them.
âi love you,â kiss. âiâll always love you, doll.â kiss. âyâknow that? iâll never stop loving you.â kiss.
your eyes dart down as you feel a drop of water on your wrist as logan continues kissing up and down your arm.
he was crying.
his confidence wavers, âyouâre beautiful,â kiss. âso, so beautiful,â his voice begins to crack as he leans a head down on your shoulder.
logan takes a deep breath before dropping your wrists and instead taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. âyouâre always gonna be beautiful tâme, alright? the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen.â
it was the first time youâd ever seen logan cry this hard, the hot tears pouring down his face at an unbelievable pace. youâd be a monster to say this didnât make you tear up in the slightest.
you place your hands on his wrists, his hands still holding onto your face. slowly he leans in, closing the space between you two. kissing you in such a gentle, loving way that it makes your legs feel weak.
âi love you, logan.â
âyouâre beautiful, peach.â
this is so sadâčïž
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chapter 1 : oh shit. a cowboy.
summary: when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.
pairing: cowboy mechanic!yunho x female!reader
genre: non-idol au | strangers to lovers | angst | fluff (no smut yet, but there will be eventually)
rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually)
word count: 4.9k
content/warnings: pet names (sweetheart, doll), strangers to lovers, toxic relationship, yeonjun slander đ (sry baby), yj and reader get into a pretty big fight
notes: literally thank you so much to @ateez-main-yapper for helping me write this! like this would not exist without her letting me yap in her dms. or letting her help build the story up. or asking her to help edit. this was a two woman job đââïž so thank you baby đ
ALSO there have been a couple changes and edits from the teaser, so not everything of the first 1k words is the same âșïž
and YES there will be a part 2 (& 3 đ) so PLEASE don't ask for it đ she will come when she's ready
Where the fuck was this place? You took another turn down another shaded alley, the sky strangely overcast for two in the afternoon.
The tapping of your fingers on the steering wheel was the only music since the stereo had broken months ago when Yeonjun slammed his fist against it in a fit of rage when you asked him to skip his gig this weekend to attend your sisterâs wedding. Now it just blinked periodically when the car hit a bump, giving it miniscule signs of life. And for a man who focused his whole life around his music, he seemed uncharacteristically uninterested in getting it repaired. And maybe it would never get fixed because you could only afford to get the big issues fixed today.
After six wrong turns you finally pulled into the parking lot. Your friend had recommended this garage when youâd told her this car had been having all sorts of issues, and she insisted on here. You had your doubts when she pulled up the Instagram of one of the mechanics to show you the shop and ended up going on about how hot he was for several minutes, but you didnât really have any other options.
It looked official enough. The brick building was large enough to house two large garage doors that opened up the shop to the dusty parking lot. Peering inside, you could see that there weren't many people inside the garage. There were only two mechanics in your line of sight, the closer of the two venturing back and forth between his toolbox and the taillights of an old Chevy, and you were their only customer as far as you could tell. You shrugged, Maybe theyâre understaffed.Â
You shrugged before swinging the car door open and grabbing your purse out of the passengerâs seat, brushing off your pants before you made your way in. There wasnât a front desk or a receptionist to talk to, and you got the feeling that this shop was solely run and staffed by the men inside.Â
You spent several moments hovering by one of the garage doors, shuffling your feet and trying to catch the eye of one of the mechanics, but neither of them looked up. Entirely too absorbed in their work to notice your presence. They must not get very busy.Â
âUmâŠhello?â You spoke, trying not to startle either of them.Â
They both turned to you, and the man whoâd been fixing up the Chevy opened his mouth to speak. But he was cut off by his coworker, who jogged over from where he'd been partially hidden from view behind a rack of miscellaneous parts, putting a hand on his friendâs shoulder and muttering a quick, âIâve got her, Min.âÂ
âMinâ chuckled and rolled his eyes, returning to his work.
Oh god.Â
âHey Doll, what can I do for ya?â Something about the way he sauntered up to you and smiled so gently immediately filled your stomach with butterflies, but you chose to ignore them for the sake of your own sanity.
Doll. That was a new one, and you felt that anyone else uttering that word toward you wouldâve disgusted you to your core. But something about this stranger was strangely comforting. Maybe it was the way he tilted his head as he waited for you to speak. Maybe it was the baseball cap strewn backward on his head. Or maybe it was the strands of his taupe hair that fell in front of his face, strands you imagined yourself brushing up under his hat.
Your fingers fidgeted with the strap of your purse, âIâm, uh, having some car issues.â
The laugh he let out, and the curve of his lips that accompanied it, made the tips of your ears burn, ââCourse you are, sweetheart. Anything in particular, though?â
âOh,â you chuckled softly along with him, âWell, he mentioned that the accelerationâs been kinda weird, and I thought the engine was a little loud when I drove it here today. Sorry, I donât really know a ton about cars.â
He hummed and tapped his foot a couple of times, âWhich one is it?âÂ
You pointed across the lot.Â
âAlright, let me pull it into the garage,â he put his hand out in your direction.Â
You stared at it, confused, and when you looked back up at his face he was smiling at you again. Stupid smile. He made your heart flutter more than you wouldâve liked to admit.
âKeys, sweetheart. Your keys.â
âOh,â you scrambled around in your purse before handing them over, embarrassed.Â
He took them from you with a 'thanks doll' and a tip of his head, hand hovering over his forehead in a way that made you think he was used to wearing hats much bigger than this simple baseball cap. Before you could even question it further he was jogging across the lot and pulling the car through the big garage doors.Â
When he stepped out of the car he looked at you curiously, âThis your car?â
You shook your head, âNo itâs my boyfriendâs. Heâs beenâŠbusyâŠlately, so he hasnât been able to bring it in. He keeps complaining about it, though, so I just decided to do it for him, I guess.â
He raised his eyebrow at you, nodding slowly.Â
âWhat?â you asked, moderately offended.
He shook his head, waving a dismissive hand, âNothing. Sorry. You just seemed a little unsure is all.â
âYeahâŠI donât know. I honestly think he just kept complaining so I would get tired of his whining and go on and get it fixed myself,â You chuckled awkwardly. Why the fuck were you telling him this? You started to feel a little embarrassed.
And that feeling only got worse when you saw the mildly horrified look on his face.Â
You shook your head and ran a frustrated hand through your hair, âCan you just fix it?â
That pretty fucking smile came back, and your grip on your hair tightened just a little in frustration. âOf course I can. Glad you brought this in when you did, honestly. Seems like your boy toyâs got a bit of an exhaust leak. Could be pretty dangerous, so it's good to get it off the road.â
âAh, perfect.â You shifted on your feet, âHow long will it take, do you think?â
He lifted his hat and ruffled his messy hair before readjusting it on his head. Why did every little movement he made drive you crazy? âUnfortunately, issues like this take a couple days. I doubt I could get her done any sooner than tomorrow.â
You nodded, âOkay. Iâll try and get a ride home then.â
âAlright, Doll. Let me write down your number real quick so Iâso we can call ya when sheâs ready.â
You wrote down your name and number for him on a pink sticky note that he stuck to the dash.Â
âPerfect!â He smiled at you, âWeâll call ya tomorrow.â
You couldnât help but smile back, âAwesome! Thank youâŠOh. Iâm sorry, what was your name again?â
âYunho. My name is Yunho, sweetheart. Itâs nice to meet you.â He stuck out his hand for you to shake.
And you couldnât help the ramming of your heart in your chest when he took your hand into his own.
Yunho watched as you stepped out into the parking lot to call someone, presumably that questionable boyfriend of yours who seemed to be way more trouble than he was worth. He couldnât help how his heart had dropped when you told him you had a boyfriend in the first place. After a long while of singleness, he was kind of hoping to test the waters when he saw you, and it even seemed like you responded positively to his obvious flirtations.
âSo a boyfriend, huh?â Mingi startled him from behind.
Yunho let out a small sigh, trying not to let himself get too worked up about it. You had only met twenty minutes ago for fucks sake. âYeah, seems like a real piece of work though.â
âReally?â MIngi gave his friend a skeptical side-eye, âOr is that the jealously talking.â
âNo, seriously! This is his car. And she said itâs been actinâ up for a while, but he never made the time to bring it in. She only brought it here âcause he wouldnât stop whining âbout it.â
âHuh. Sounds kinda child-like to me, but who are we to judge? We haven't even met the dude,â Mingi pat his friend on the back, âTry not to let it get you down, man. Iâm sure thereâs a cowboy-lovin girl right around the corner waiting for you.â
Yunho nodded, moving along so Mingi would let the whole thing drop. But no matter how many times he repeated in his head that you were taken, he just couldnât stop looking over in your direction. You just seemed soâŠtired. He didnât want to assume, but he got the feeling that this boyfriend of yours might be the main cause of that. And try as he might to reign in his ego and keep it in check, he couldn't help the part of him that knew that, whatever this man was providing for you, he could do so much better. That wasnât really his place, though. So he let you be.Â
âYeonjun what do you mean youâre busy? You were on the couch when I left an hour ago,â you sighed through the phone.
âBaby, come on. You know I have a gig tonight,â You fought the urge to roll your eyes. âAnd I need to get in the right headspace, so I canât leave the apartment. Itâll ruin the mood.â
âIs that really more important than picking me up? Iâm stuck here.â
âI donât know. Call an Uber?â Oh, you were gonna kill him.
âWhat? Why would I pay for an Uber when I have a boyfriend at home with my perfectly functioning car who could drive his ass over here and pick me up? For free!â
You hated how difficult it was to get him to help you out in any way. Why did he have to be so stubborn? âListen, I really canât break my flow right now. Maybe wait a couple hours, and Iâll come pick you up, okay? Or maybe have one of your friends pick you up.â
âItâs 3 pm on a Tuesday, Jun. Most people are atââ He hung up on you, âWork..â You trailed off.
God, this is so embarrassing. What the hell were you going to do now? You could call an Uber, but you could barely afford groceries this week. And getting this car fixed was gonna drain the last of your paycheck.Â
You bit at your lip anxiously, wracking your head for options. Your friends would be more than happy to pick you up, but most of them wouldnât get off work for another two hours. So maybe you could just wait until then. Or maybe you could hitchhike? The highway was miles off. And your gut wrenched at the idea of a stranger knowing where you livedâŠBut maybe that could work. Or maybe you couâ
âEverything alright out here, sweetheart?âÂ
You jumped at his voice, âOh! Yeah,â you scratched at your head, trying to force a smile, âMy boyfriendâs just really busy, so he canât come get me.â
âDo youâŠneed a ride?â He offered sincerely, âI donât wanna overstep or anything, but I could help ya if you need it.â
âOh god no! You donât have to do that.â
He grinned softly at you, âItâs really nothing at all. Iâll tell you what, Iâm leaving here in about an hour. If you canât find a ride before that, youâll let me give you drive you home.â
Just say âyes.â Your brain was practically begging you to speak, but you knew this would cause an argument with Yeonjun. A random handsome man bringing you back to the apartment? Oh, it was a recipe for disaster. But what other choice did you have? It wasnât like he was gonna pay for an Uber to help you home or pick you up himself. No, he left you stranded here with a shit reason, so you were gonna get home the best way possible, and, if it pissed him off, that was his own damn fault.
âOk,â you smiled up at him, âIf you really donât mind.â
âTrust me, Doll, itâs no problem at all. Let me just finish a couple things up and change, and then weâll get going, okay?â
You sat on the bench inside the shop while he finished his work. Trying to give yourself a moment to breathe. This was supposed to be your day off. You had finally been able to get a break from both of your jobs, and this is how you were spending it. Trying to fix the car of your boyfriend who couldn't even put his âpre-show ritualâ on hold to make sure you got home safe. Part of you was mad at him. Livid that his priorities were so far in the gutter. But you were mostly angry at yourself. Because at the end of the day, when all was said and done, you were the one who had spent six whole years of your life bending over backward for a man who wouldnât even reach out his arm to catch you.Â
You worked two jobs to support the two of you. Your paychecks paid for groceries, rent, insurance, everything. And what did he pay for? Nothing. Because he didnât have a job. He played two gigs every month at the dingy bar two miles from your apartment, which somehow justified not even bothering to look for employment.Â
How did you even get here? A deep sigh rose out of your throat. What the hell were you doing all this for? Your head hurt just thinking about all the times heâd let you down and all the stupid little arguments those let-downs had caused. And yet you were still out here paying his bills and running his errands.
âAlright, sweetheart, ready to go?â You broke out of your spiral when he called for you, and you looked up to see him no longer in the denim and baseball cap he was sporting earlier.Â
Lord help me. You silently prayed to whoever might be listening, swallowing around the sudden dryness in your throat. He was sporting a light blue button-down shirt with the top two buttons left open so his collarbones were exposed and a light brown cowboy hat that almost exactly matched his hair. A cowboy. Of course. You couldnât help the racing of your heart as he reached to adjust the brim of his hat. Unsure of whether you wanted to praise or curse whatever fate had sent him your way.
You cleared your throat and stood up from the bench, barely pushing a âyesâ out of your mouth.Â
He grinned and motioned for you to follow him to the parking lot. The innocent gesture left you lightheaded as you focused on the way his index and middle fingers curled towards his wrist.
As you approached, he gestured to a baby blue pickup truck, âHere she is. My baby.â You chuckled, endeared by the pet name, the image of him gently patting the hood of 'his baby' as he walked around the front of the truck with you reminding you of cowboys in old westerns, leaning their foreheads against their mares as they gently stroked their manes.Â
It was sweet. So sweet that you almost missed the fact that he was coming around to the passenger side of the truck with you.
He brushed past you, reaching for the passenger-side door. Swinging it open, he held out a hand to you, and you took it without much thought.Â
âUp you go,â he said with a playful lilt to his voice, helping you hold your balance as you climbed into the truck.
âThank you, Yunho.â
âItâs not a problem at all, Doll. I got ya.â He was going to be the death of you for sure.
âTen years. Youâve been working there that long?â you looked over at him, amazed, âHow old are you?â
He let out a hearty laugh, âTwenty-five. Mingi and I used to come up after school every day and help out. His grandpa used to run the shop but he retired a few years back and left it to him.â
âOh, thatâs sweet!â The thought of a little Yunho sweeping the floors and vacuuming cars made you smile.Â
He hummed, âYeah, itâs been a real nice job. Flexible hours, good pay, get to meet pretty girls from time to time.â
The tips of your ears burned at his blatant flirting. You looked over to see him focused on the road in front of you. The rays of the late afternoon sun shone on his face, letting you see the tan glow of his skin up close.Â
Why did you have to meet such a seemingly perfect man today? Why couldnât this opportunity have fallen into your lap six years ago?Â
And fuck you knew you needed to end things. But more than half a decade of your life had been poured into this relationship and you couldnât find it in your heart to let that go so easily.
Yunho noticed you looking over at him in his periphery, expecting some kind of playful rebuke, but was more than a little worried by your silence. Afraid he'd crossed a line, he was quick to apologize, eyes sincere and tone sober when he chanced a proper glance your way. âIâm sorry, sweetheart. I donâ mean to make you uncomfortable.â
âNo! Itâs fine,â You assure him, unconsciously threading your fingers through the ends of your hair, âI just donât usually get this kind of attention. I know youâre just being playful.â
He nodded, some of his playfulness seeping back into his expression as he cleared his throat, adjusting the brim of his hat as he fixed his attention back onto the road in front of him. âI promise Iâm not lyinâ about the âprettyâ part, though. I hope you know that.â
You scoff, but you can feel the heat in your cheeks rise, âThank youâŠâ
Silence enveloped the two of you after that, but he didn't seem to mind. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming along to the music playing out of the car's stereo. In another life, one where the man waiting for you back at your apartment wasn't hell-bent on driving you insane, you wanted to believe that you could be strong enough to look away. To ignore the butterflies filling your stomach. To ignore the way he made your heart flutter. But you just couldnât find it in you to look away, but he didnât seem to catch on.
He thinks it's cute that you think he doesnât notice. Heâs very keen on noticing your every little move. The way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear when he called you pretty and the way you awkwardly fidgeted with your bag when you told him that you didnât normally receive that kind of attention.
It took every ounce of self-control in his body to keep him from prying. But he couldnât help the way he started to hate this man that heâd never met even more. What he wouldnât give to have a partner who was willing to go get his car fixed without asking. Someone who was so dedicated to the relationship that they were willing to sacrifice the little free time they had just to help out.
As he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he glanced over at you and met your eyes for a second. You quickly whipped your head away, embarrassed that youâd been caught red-handed. He couldnât stop himself from smiling, smiled, âHere we are.â
âMhm,â you nodded awkwardly, busying yourself with checking that you had all your things set to go. âThank you for the ride. It means a lot.â
âNot a problem at all, Doll. Need me to walk you up?â he asked, leaning forward to try and meet your eyes.
You shook your head, âNo, Iâll be alright.â You gave him a smile, âSo youâll call me tomorrow?â
He nodded, the tip of his hat dropping slightly, âYep, I should be done with âer around noon.â
âPerfect! Again, thank you so muââ
You were cut off by the sound of someone pounding on the passenger side window. Both of you turn at the sudden commotion.Â
Yunho watched as you hurriedly swung the door open and slid out of the car. And he heard a muffled, âJun, what the hell!?â after youâd slammed the door of his truck.
Ah, the boyfriend.
âAre you insane? What the fuck is your problem?â You yelled.
Yeonjun glared at you through the wild strands of his crimson hair, âMy problem!? Who the fuck is that?â
âOh, thatâs your issue? That I had to have the mechanic drive me home?â You seethed, jabbing a finger into his chest, âThis couldâve easily been avoided if you had picked your sorry ass off the couch to drive me home yourself. Like any decent partner would.â
Your not-so-subtle jab seemed to go over his head, his mind too focused on the image of you smiling and blushing in response to a man that wasnât him. âYou really couldnât have found a woman to drive you home? It just had to be this dick.â
âNo, Yeonjun, I couldnât find a woman to drive me home. You know why? Because itâs a Tuesday afternoon and all of my friends have jobs. Unlike you who canât even take the time to take a break from whatever the fuck you do all day to give me a ride.â
He gawked at you, clearly offended, âI have a job.â
âOh my god. This again?â You ran a frustrated hand over your face, âNo. You donât. Practicing with your bandmates twice a week and playing a single gig a month is not a job. You make $100 a month.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you that I donât want a nine-to-five? I like my schedule the way it is.â
You could feel angry tears forming at the back of your eyes, stinging as you held them back, âYou think I DO!? Yeonjun, I work sixty hours a week trying to keep us afloat. I pay for our food, our rent, our insurance, your fucking car! And I canât even get you to pick up the damn apartment when Iâm gone.â The tears started falling before you even realized it, shocking both of you. It had been a long time since heâd last seen you cry. Because you always chose either anger or an eerily calm response to his childishness. Knowing deep down that he wouldnât be able to comfort you if you slipped into vulnerability. âIâm fucking tired Jun. This was my first day off in three months, and I spent it trying to get your car fixed. And I canât even get a âthank youâ out of you. I donât know how much longer I can do this. You arenât nineteen anymore, and I think itâs time you grow the fuck up.â
He didnât say anything. The anger in his face replaced by a mix of shock and awkward discomfort, one of a man who was embarrassed to even be in this situation.
You stayed like that for a beat, holding your breath, praying for the moment when he realized everything heâd done wrong. Where he woke up from the immature daze heâd been trapped in since you were teenagers. But you supposed that was all wishful thinking, the tension broken not by either of you, but by a honk from behind him. His bandmate was here to pick him up.Â
He couldnât even look you in the eyes. âWeâll talk about this later,â he mumbled before jogging up to his friendâs car and sliding into the passenger seat. You watched him give his friend one of their ridiculous handshakes, the sound of blaring music and feminine laughter spilling out into the parking lot before the car door slammed shut. The scene was so ironic in the face of everything he'd just yelled at you for that you really couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up through your tears, bitter as acid on your tongue.
Yunho sat in his truck as he watched your asshole of a boyfriend leave the parking lot. He stayed like that for a while, watching you wipe at your tears and try to compose yourself. When youâd calmed down enough for his conscience to let him leave, he looked down at the passenger seat and noticed you had left your purse behind.
Grabbing the bag, he exited the truck and approached you. Trying his best not to startle you, he cleared his throat.Â
Surprised by the sound, you turned around to find Yunho standing there awkwardly, holding out the purse you now realized was missing from your shoulders, âYou left your bag.â
âOhâŠthank you.â You mumbled, closing the distance and grabbing it from him with a bit more force than you meant to. The mechanic didnât so much as flinch.
How could he when his heart hurt for you? This woman he could barely even claim to know. He hated the fact that you felt the need to respond defensively, the pain in your eyes, and how you could barely look at him. You shouldnât feel ashamed of this. It wasnât your fault. But Yunho knew without you having to say anything that you were incredibly embarrassed.Â
âListenââ
âOh god. Please donâtâ
His shoulders dropped, âI just wanted toââ
You lifted a hand to stop him, âYunho, please. Youâve been so kind to me, and I really appreciate your help today. But please for the love of god donât make me dump my relationship problems on you.â
âHey now,â he said, holding both his hands up in a calming motion as he spoke in a voice so deep and steady in contrast to your own that it caught you by surprise, âI donât mean to push or pry, Doll, you just look like you could use someone to talk to is all.â
âI just donât want you to think down on me,â you sighed.
He looked at you sincerely, slipping the hat from his head and placing it on the hood of the truck, âNow, have I given you the impression that thatâs somethinâ I would ever do?â
The appreciative smile you gave him almost made him melt. You leaned back against the side of his truck, tilting your head back until it hit the window with a soft thud, âIâm just so tired.â
Yunho slid next to you, awkwardly scuffing his boot into the pavement, âWould it be too rude to say I could tell?â
You chuckled, âI just donât know what Iâm doing wrong. Iâve been trying for years to get him to just put in an ounce of effort, but he wonât budge. But weâve been together so long I donât know if I have it in me to end things.â
âYou know itâs not your job to teach him how to be an adult, right? Heâs a grown-ass man. You shouldnât have to beg him to help you out.âÂ
The somber look in your eyes when you looked up at him made Yunho want to pull you in and hug you to his chest, but he respected your boundaries.Â
âI know. I justâŠâ you trailed off, no longer finding it in yourself to argue for your relationship.
Yunho took a deep breath, bracing himself for what he wanted to get off his chest, âLook, Doll, I donâ wanna overstep or anything, but Iâm gonna be blunt with you.â He paused, giving you room to tell him to stuff it and save it for someone else if you wanted to. But you were looking up at him expectantly, teary eyes nearly pushing his little speech clean out of his skull. He had to clear his throat a little before continuing. âThe way that man treats you is just disgusting. For everything you do for him? The least he could do is make sure that your apartment is spotless and you never have to cook again. And Iâm not saying itâs me who should give it to you, but you deserve worlds better than that.â
âYeahâŠâ was all you could get out before you felt a tear fall down your cheek, and you tried to wipe it away before Yunho saw. But of course he noticed.
Tentatively, he placed a hand on your shoulder in comfort, running his thumb along the fabric of your t-shirt. You surprised him, though, when you turned into him and started sobbing into his chest. Your fingers desperately gripping his button down.
âOh sweetheart,â he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back. Holding you with so much warmth and sincerity that you felt safer than you had in years. In the arms of a stranger, no less.
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Iâm not sure if youâre taking anymore requests but can you do poly141 who finds a small fairy reader? Mystical reader so little she fits in their hands?
Tiny baby reader⊠yes. Fair warning i wrote this while sleepy and tired and i completely forgot to add in when reader learns their name đ sorry for any more mistakes!
The forest was unusually quiet, blanketed in mist that made every breath feel cool and crisp. It was the kind of morning that seemed unremarkable, easy to forget. They walked carefully along the narrow path, hunting gear packed away in favor of simple jackets and quiet conversation. Retirement had given them, once a formidable task force, the luxury of slow days, but old habits died hard; their senses remained keen, always searching for any change in the air.
And thatâs when they saw it- a flicker of light, faint and trembling, deep within a thicket. It could have been a trick of the morning sun, but they hadnât survived as long as they have by chalking up everything strange, unusual think to happenstance.
âCareful.â John murmured, voice low and commanding. They nodded, pushing through the brush with quiet purpose and carefulness, until the glimmer came into focus.
There, tangled in a web of thin brambles, was something neither war nor time had ever prepared them for- a tiny, shimmering, actually-real fairy, no larger than the palm of a hand. Your wings, gossamer-thin and glowing with iridescent light, fluttered weakly as you tried to free you. You turned your head, eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and exhaustion, and they all felt their breath catch.
Soap was the first to recover. âBloody hell,â he whispered, his voice tinged with awe. He took a cautious step forward, hands up as if approaching a skittish animal. He couldnât believe his eyes, but you are real. You are actually real. âHey now, itâs okay. Weâre not gonna hurt ya.â
The fairy- you -watched him warily, but there was a flicker of hope in your gaze. Gaz crouched next to Johnny, brows furrowed. âWe need to get her out of there,â he said, his voice gentle. âQuickly.â
Johnny nodded, already reaching into his pack for a small knife. âDonât move, all right, wee one? Weâll get you free.â He kept his movements slow, mindful of how fragile you seemed. With careful precision, he began cutting away the brambles, each snip bringing a little more freedom and a little more light. Price and Ghost kept watch over them, cautious still but not really that worried considering your size.
When you were finally free, you collapsed, too weak to stay upright. Gaz caught you, cradling you in his hands as if you were made of glass. âYouâre safe now.â he murmured, his eyes soft. He could feel the faint warmth of your glow against his skin, like holding a tiny ember. More proof that you are real, even if it seemed so impossible.
Your wings twitched, and with a shaky breath, you looked up at them. âThankâŠyou,â you whispered, your voice barely more than a sweet chime in the wind.
âYou are talking,â Soap breathed, a childlike wonder lighting up his face. âYou talk.â It makes you giggle just a little, if you are honest with yourself. Your wings attempt to flutter behind you, but they are not Quite Right. You shift on your feet, visibly unsure now.
John stepped closer, his gaze warm but measured, and bent down so his face was at the same level as your body. âEasy there. Youâve been through a lot, havenât you?â His thumb, calloused from years of wielding weapons, gently brushed a stray leaf from your hair. He had to be extra careful, extra slow so as to not alarm you, and then holds his hand out for you to step into. âYour wings arenât moving right, are they? We can help you.â
You shake your head slowly to his first question, looking away from his eyes. Youâd never really approached humans before⊠always too big and scary, but there four were nice, at the very least. You and your unique magic couldnât sense anything particularly bad from them, so thatâs why you hadnât immediately tried to fly far, far away from them.
You lean into Johnâs touch, sitting down and holding onto his thumbs for stability. You do know out of all of them, you still havenât heard the masked one speak, just felt him bore his gaze at you, but you donât care. âWhere⊠are we going?â You ask instead.
âNear our cottage,â Price said, voice low and soothing. âNot far. We can bring you there, get you warm and fed, and you can let your wings rest there.â
You nodded slowly, exhaustion overcoming you. John held you close while they comtinued walking back. As you rested, your glow dimmed to a soft warmth that seeped into his palms and made them glow, a quiet reminder of your presence. The journey back was filled with silent glances- each man marveling at the fact that something so otherworldly, so impossibly delicate, had chosen to trust them.
When they arrived at the cottage, Soap carefully laid out a small, soft cloth on the table, creating a makeshift bed for you to rest one while Kyle thought youâd enjoy having a different option, so he placed a leafy pot nearby for yoh. Ghost silently set a thimble of water nearby while John stirred a pot on the stove, filling the room with a comforting aroma. You drank slowly, savoring every drop and feeling strength return to your body, to your wings.
âBetter?â Ghost asked you at last, voice low, his eyes never leaving you. You nodded, a grateful smile breaking across your face despite the hints of fear caused by his mask. You didnât see it, but there was a collective untensing of shoulders, worry lessening.
Over the next few hours, you spoke in halting words, telling them of the storm that had torn through the woods and separated you from your kin. They listened with full attention, not interrupting you. Kyle even offered you a finger to lean on when you shivered a little, reminded of the pain while you recounted your tale. But after that, you continue your rest, now the one asking them questions and learning who they are.
By evening, you were still nestled in the soft, makeshift bed near the fire, your wings catching the flickering light. As you drifted into a peaceful sleep, your light grew stronger- very content in your warm spot, and feeling safe and secure from wild animals and the weather outside. Occasionally, you feel different hands and fingers brush across your head, and each time it makes you let out a happy squeak, uncaring for the conversations happening in the background.
You wonder if theyâd let you stay with themâŠ
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CONSUME â imagine!
suna rintarou x fem!reader
summary: suna rintarou was hard to love, you knew this from the beginning. but when you overhear him admitting how he truly felt about you, it hurt to decide whether to let him go, or let your love for him continuously consume you.
genre: hurt/comfort
wc: 6.2k
tags: this is the longest imagine that iâve ever written đ it was a pain in the ass to write but i hope you guys like it :)
Sometimes, you think itâs hard to love Suna.
Suna is calculating and quiet, the reasons exactly why you find it difficult to continuously pine for him. Though, you already knew he was going to act like this. Youâve gone to school with Suna since elementary, and have even lived in the same neighbourhood since childhood, but you donât think he knows that.
The thing is, you know Suna, but you donât think he knows you. Every morning since you were six years old, youâve seen him make his way to school, but youâve never had the courage to walk up to him and say âhiâ. For years, the only parts of Suna that you were able to truly admire were his back and his hair, from behind. The both of you have never been in the same friend group, class, or extra-curricular activity, until your second-year of high school.
You precisely remember the moment you stepped into the gymnasium to introduce yourself as the new manager of the team. It was a rainy day and you were excited, albeit, a little nervous, but irregardless, excited because you know and love volleyball. The sport connected with some of your childhood memories, as you recall playing it with your older brother. Too bad your physical skills werenât up to par with the schoolâs expectations, or else you wouldâve been on the team. Their loss though, because you found your strategy and knowledge of the sport to be your strongest feature as a player.
As a result of the girlâs team already having a manager, the coach recommended you to try signing up for the role of manager for the boyâs team. Now, you didnât mind being around boys. Your older brother was enough for you to build up the courage against the challenge that is the hygiene and personality, or well, lack thereof, of boys.
However, the courage built over the years was not enough to stop your surprise at seeing none other than Suna Rintarou, from the front.
He looked completely different from what you remember him looking like. For some reason, you still had the young image of Suna in your head. The Suna you remember had puffy cheeks and neat hair, but this new Suna, was mature, older, and way more handsome. His cheeks thinned out and highlighted a sharp jawline that made his face look so clean-cut, unlike his hair that was messy and all over the place. But, if anything, you think that you prefer this Suna.
Because, God, it made him so much more attractive.
Now, itâs been about three months since youâve become manager, and in those three months, youâve tried to show Suna just how much you love him. The years of no talking and never meeting each other were all building up for you, and you just wanted to show him all of the care and affection youâve held for him over the years.
Youâve cooked bento boxes and given them to him, youâve filled his water bottle with the expensive electrolytes from the convenience store ten minutes away from the school before every practice, and who couldnât forget, you make sure that his towel was clean and warm beside his gym bag, so that he wouldnât use the same one for weeks until it reeked. Your affection was clearly shown through your actions and you prayed to the heavens that he would just notice you. Maybe say a âthank youâ or even a little head pat, you really donât care, just some recognition would make you feel rewarded after all the hard work youâve done for him.
But, the bento boxes were returned to you either by, Atsumu or Osamu, Suna drank the expensive electrolyte water, however, he seemed to not notice that it was you who put all the thought and care behind the action, and his towel was always just thrown to the side alongside the other towels. Even though the towel you prepped was a personal one from home that had your initials hand sewn in the corner. You thought that at one point he wouldâve acknowledged you, but the gratefulness never came.
It didnât matter though. Because you knew in your heart that you loved Suna Rintarou, and there was nothing that could change that. Even if you did all the sincere actions for him until the both of you graduated and he never noticed you, just knowing that he at least saw the bento box, the water bottle, and your towel, was enough to put a smile on your face. You would show Suna that you love him, ten times over.
âY/N! Earth to Y/N!â Your head snaps over to your right, seeing the coach look at you with concern. Embarrassed that he caught you in your daily Suna trance, your cheeks heats up and you push yourself to your feet.
âCoach!â
âI thought you would never hear me. Listen, I donât know whatâs taking all your attention away, but can you please head down to the locker room and tell the boys that they need to make their way over here. The drill we spoke about yesterday is a bit complicated, so I would like to get started as soon as possible.â Nodding, you bow and begin to make your way over to the club room.
Your heart begins to speed up a bit, as the thought of seeing Suna shirtless makes your chest burn and your face hot. By all means, you are not a pervert! But just seeing him with all his muscles in the bright fluorescent light of the locker room looked like a cover of a sports magazine.
Suna Rintarou makes you feel so nervous. Unfortunately, you find yourself relishing in the minimal acknowledgement that he gives you, thriving off of the fact that you were in a club that just allowed you to be around him. Maybe it was a sign from the heavens that you werenât physically athletic, but strategically, which resulted in your application as Boys Volleyball team manager. Youâd like to think that despite his ignorance, it was in both of your guysâ destinies to end up with another.
Maybe the both of you were the main characters of a drama, where, despite all the bumps in the plot, you will always find each other being drawn to one another. Yet again, that was all just your stupid imagination, but one can dream, right?
Giggling to yourself, you were about to knock on the locker room door, before you heard loud voices through the small space between the door and the wall. It sounded like they were bickering with one another, and you begin to wonder if itâs Atsumu and Osamu fighting again, while everyone just stood around and observed. Normally, you would be the one to beg them to stop while Kita jumped in after you to pull them apart. But, now that you werenât inside, you begin to push open the door at the possibility.
â...Y/N?â Your actions falter at the sound of your name.
âAre they talking about me?â Before you could do anything, you lean your ear in just to get a snippet of what they were talking about. You know what they say though, curiosity was what killed the cat.
âCome on Sunarin! You have to like Y/N! Sheâs so cute, and she cooks you all those bento boxes! If that isnât girlfriend material, then I donât know what is.â Hearing Atsumu praise you for your efforts made you smile, trying to hide it by covering your mouth with your hand.
âAnd, letâs not forget how she already likes you. Câmon Rintarou, weâve seen her personally hand you your water bottle,â The voice you assume to be Ojiro teases, while everyone in the room laughs.
âOh yeah!! Iâve seen those expensive electrolyte packets in her bag, man, how does it feel to receive such special treatment from Y/N?â
âSo my actions donât go unnoticed.â Your smile grows bigger, clutching your clipboard closer to your chest when feeling just how full your heart is with everyoneâs recognition.
âStop it guys.â Sunaâs smooth voice finally enters the picture and you try to stop yourself from giggling out loud. âSheâs our manager.â
âSo?!? Man, thatâs even better! You wonât have a girlfriend who doesnât understand the importance of the sport. If anything, Y/N is more committed than you, maybe you will be the one competing for her attention against the club,â you hear smooching sounds and Atsumu speaks in a voice that tries to mock Sunaâs, but did a terrible job.
âY/N~ donât forget all about me!! I love you Y/N~!â More kissing sounds can be heard, and everyone in the room laughs one more time.
The joy in your heart wouldâve been extended, if it werenât for the sudden aggravated scoff from Suna, and the slapping of a towel on bare skin. Atsumu yelps and the room suddenly dies down from the initial humorous atmosphere.
âMan, shut up. I donât like Y/N. Sheâs alright, I guess.â a locker door slams shut, âBut sometimes, she's just so... annoying. I don't know how much longer I can put up with it. And you know, after a while, it just comes off as desperate.â
âDesperate? Iâm not desperate.â You werenât keen on Suna noticing you. You just liked doing all those things for him, it showed you cared, and that he was at least deserving of some special treatment, because he was a very special person in your life.
âI feel bad for her,â he continues, âspending all that time doing shit for someone that doesnât even like her. I canât say anything though, cause sheâs our manager and I donât want the team to feel awkward. I guess I just have to suffer with her smothering me all the damn time.â
At that, you feel your once fluttering heart stop. You feel tears beginning to make their way to fall from your eyes, as your face begins to feel hot, but not in a blushing way. More like in a, you were about to sob out loud and the tears probably wouldnât stop for a while, way.
You loved Suna. He didnât have to love you back, the least you were asking for was for him to say âthank youâ. But it appeared that your affection didnât appear as a display of your love, but something that bothered him. Annoying him to the point of seeing your actions as suffocating. But that didnât entirely bother you.
It was the fact that he didnât even want to tell you to stop. He was going to live like that until high school was over, because you were the teamâs manager, and it would be âawkwardâ. You begin to overthink.
What if you kept on going about cooking those bento boxes for him, filling his water up with electrolytes, and bringing a special towel from home, all warm and clean, without knowing what he actually thought of your displays of affection? You wouldâve lived thinking that Suna somewhat appreciated it. Possibly having the idiotic thought that he was just shy, and maybe didnât know how to exactly tell you that he liked you.
You are such a dumbass.
You begin to tremble, the pen that was once held up by your clipboard clattering to the ground and startling you. It brought you back to your situation, seeing the door still somewhat closed in front of you. Out of fear that they were going to see you and realise that you were eavesdropping, you ditch the pen and begin to run back to the gym.
You were going to tell the coach that you were feeling sick. You hope the teary eyes and flushed cheeks will do you justice, and heâll send you home without any repercussions. But as of right now, nothing matters, all that did was the fact that you were annoying the boy you loved, and that your pillows were waiting to welcome your tears until tomorrow morning.
â
Itâs been two days. Have you missed school for the past two days? Absolutely not. Suna wasnât going to make you miss class, as much as you wanted to, you know that if you were going to skip, the school will inform your parents, and that last thing you want is your parents to get involved.
Itâs just been two days since youâve been to volleyball practice. You havenât been missing your duties at all though. Yes, youâve been in contact with the coach and Kita, with them informing you on the notes of the team and each playerâs performance. The reason for that being, some coaches from Tokyo were planning to head down to Hyogo for a volleyball camp. The team needs to know what they have to improve on, and unfortunately, though you felt as if you werenât in the right state of mind, you had to fulfil your duties as a manager.
Youâre not over Suna, and to be honest, you donât think you ever will be. Heâs been such a constant force in your life, that a lifetime without his presence captivating your mind felt impossible to even conjure. You love Suna Rintarou, but you guess you would just have to hold it inside until the both of you go your separate ways. Maybe then youâll get over him, but the possibility seemed unlikely.
You just have to give up expecting the response to your love that youâve been hoping for your entire life.
Checking the cafeteria and seeing if you had enough food supply for three volleyball teams, their respective coaches, and their managers. It seemed like a chore to do all on your own, and it was. But you committed to being the team manager. Suna wasnât going to change that whether he liked it or not.
âY/N, the Tokyo teams will be arriving soon. Coach says you need to head to the front and help him with dorm placement.â Sighing and nodding, you get up from your squatting position from the bottom shelf. Kita notices your negative mood, by being the observant asshole that he is. As you were about to exit out the only doorway, he grabs your forearm, holding you back from actually leaving. His sudden touch surprised you, resulting in you jolting back. âIâve been meaning to ask, are you okay?â
His concern falters your thoughts and movements. In all the time that youâve been manager of the volleyball team, Kita has never really shown you that much care for how you felt. It surprised you a bit, seeing how concerned he looked for your wellbeing.
Yet again, heâs Sunaâs friend.
âIâm okay, why do you ask?â He didnât believe you, that was clear. It was so obvious when his facial expression did not change, Kita was still staring intently at you. It almost felt like he was trying to read your mind.
âYou dropped your pen, by the way.â Taking it out of his pocket, Kita hands you your familiar piece of stationary, not thinking about it, you grab it from his hand. âI know you were by the locker room when Suna said what he said.â
âOh shit.â You felt your heart come to a stop, yet again.
âW-What? I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSo itâs just a coincidence that after Suna said that about you, I found your pen in front of the locker room door, and you didnât show up to practise till today? Y/N, Iâm not sure if youâve failed to learn something about me, but I can tell you that I am not an idiot.â
His words caught you off-guard. Kita managed to figure out what was wrong with you, without even knowing who you were. To be honest, it scared you a bit, getting a glimpse of what Kita can truly find out when he concentrated hard enough. You admire that about him.
Taking your silence as you not knowing what to say, Kita lets go of your forearm and sighs.
âSuna didnât mean what he said. Heâs a very thoughtful individual who was pressured into saying those things by the team. You know how they are. Please try to see things from his perspective, as Suna is often misunderstood.â He begins to walk away, but leaves with a final word, âIâm not telling you to change how you feel about the situation. You have a right to feel how you feel. But, donât take Sunaâs words too seriously.â Kita walks away, leaving you alone in the cafeteria.
âDid he just say not to take the insults Suna threw at you seriously?â The aggression left behind the negativity a few days ago wants to say, absolutely not. What Kita said is unfair, to you and your feelings. Suna called you annoying and said you were smothering him, how can you jump around that? So far you havenât had a night where you havenât thought about howâŠmean Suna was. You thought that he only wouldâve been mean to Atsumu or the others, but not you, never you.
Itâs safe to say that your mind felt like it was on the verge of exploding. It was so stressful to choose whether or not you should believe Kita and show Suna your love again, or just ignore him like what youâve been doing for the past couple of days.
You think that itâs best to justâŠnot think about the problem. Itâs a situation for later, for now, the camp and most importantly, the team needs your utmost attention.
âGod, I hate high school.â
â
âHey Suna, you good?â Suna takes a sip of water from his bottle, noting that it tasted different from usual. Nodding, he wipes his sweat off with a spare shirt from his bag, also becoming aware that the towel that he was given wasnât the usual soft one that he had from the beginning of the year. This one was coarse and rough, making him pick up the shirt he intended to wear if he got too sweaty.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Hey, does the water taste a bit weird? Like, spoiled or somethinâ cause it doesnât taste like how it usually does.â Osamuâs eyebrow raises, grabbing the bottle from Sunaâs hands despite his protests, and tasting his friendâs drink. To him, it tasted normal, like the normal water that came from the water fountain.
âNoâŠit tastes like how it usually does?â
âNah, canât be man. The water I usually have is sweeter and it tastes like fruit juice. This shit tastes weird.â Sunaâs face scrunches up, tasting his water again to see if he was just hallucinating the lack of flavour in his water. Itâs stupid, how much heâs overthinking the flavour of something that he shouldnât think that much about. But he hates how regular water tastes like, only really drinking it if he has to.
Observing Suna, it clicks in Osamuâs head what was missing from the water.
In the past, he has noticed you getting out a packet of electrolytes and putting it into Sunaâs bottle with a sincere smile on your face. You looked so cute and happy, it puzzled him why you didnât tell Suna that it was you that was making his water suitable to his tastes. The silent display of affection made him so jealous, he could only wish that he had someone that cared that much.
âWhat if you ask Y/N? Sheâs the one who fills up the water bottles anyway, she should know.â Osamu jogs back to the court, practising once more with the team captain. Inquisitively, Suna does remember that you fill up the water bottles. He also remembered how you asked him once at the beginning of the school year what his favourite drink was, and he only shrugged, saying that he likes fruit chuupets, and ever since then, his water tasted like the familiar fruity taste. Wanting to know why his water hasnât been tasting like it as of late, it prompted him to go on a search for you. Damn warmups, he needs to know why his water doesnât have the same taste than it usually does.
Looking around the gym, he sees your figure turn into the hallway. Following you, he begins to walk faster in order to catch up to you, thinking about what to say to you in his head, without coming across as mean.
âY/N, why does my water taste bad?â No. âY/N, why doesnât my water taste like fruit?â No, heâs going to sound stuck up. âY/N, why does my water taste like everyone elseâs?â Oh God no, that sounds even worse.
âY/N, is there something different about my water?â There you go. That should sound right.
He was ready to confront you, preparing himself to call out your name. But before he could do so,
âDove!â Sunaâs head snaps to the loud voice in front of him, and so does yours, as a tall, lanky, goofy-looking boy makes his way towards you. Much to Sunaâs dismay, for some reason, a smile etches itself onto your face as the other man approaches you. âI thought I would never find you.â
âTetsu, arenât you supposed to be practising with your team? You shouldnât be behind here.â
âWell, I just wanted to see my girl. Is there any harm in that, Dove?â
âTetsu, stop,â you mutter, a bit shy, âI donât want people from my school to hear you call me that.â
âAw, youâre still cute as ever. Here, let me help you with that.â Suna sees the guy, âTetsuâ, grab the basket of water bottles from your hands. You protest, pouting a bit as Kuroo brings the case above your reach so that you wouldnât be able to get it back. âI havenât seen you in awhile Dove, let me be nice, okay?â
Honestly, he personally doesnât know what overcame him, but out of nowhere Suna coughed loud enough for the pair to hear. He sees you jump a bit, seeing that one of your teammates, catching you in the midst of a conversation while you were supposed to be doing your duties. And it was even worse for you, as not only was it a teammate, but it was Suna. You assume that he probably hates your guts, based on what he said before. Even so, his glare started to make you feel a bit nervous.
âCan I help you?â Kuroo asks Suna as walks up to the both of them.
âI should be asking you that question. Do you need something from my team manager?â Embarrassed, you look down at your feet, trying to avert your eyes from Suna or Kurooâs.
Kurooâs eyes squint, looking at the middle-blocker who, to his surprise, matches his height. The both of them begin to have a staring competition, as one or the other refuses to tear away the eye contact. It started to worry you, because itâs almost been two minutes of harsh breathing and aggressive stares.
âO-Okay, Iâll be taking these then.â You grab the crate from Kuroo and begin to make your way to your original location. âGet back to practise guys! Lunch is in thirty!â
âWho are you and why were you talking to Y/N?â
âWoah, woah, buddy, why are you getting protective? Y/N, is a very, very, close friend of mine, so I think that I have a right to approach her right?â Kuroo smirks, stepping closer to Suna as a form of intimidation. âHow about you? Are you her boyfriend or something?â
Suna glares at Kuroo, wanting nothing more than to hit him in the jaw. He would, but one, that would take too much of his energy, and two, heâs pretty sure you would hate him if he does. Still, something in Suna just wanted to tell Kuroo that he was your boyfriend just for him to back off.
But he wasnât. Because he doesnât like you. Heâs sure of that.
âNo.â Kuroo laughs, stepping back before turning to make his way back to the gym.
âWell then, that means nothing is stopping me right?â Kuroo walks away, but not before aggressively pushing Sunaâs shoulder back with his own. Though, Suna was too concentrated on what the other boy said to even progress the aggression from the other side.
âWhat did he mean ânothing is stopping him? Is Kuroo going to do something to you? What will Kuroo do thatâll result in Suna blocking him?â
âSunarin! What are you still doing out here?!â Atsumu shriek could be heard from down the hall, making Suna jump out of his train of thought. He completely forgot that he was even standing here just staring at a wall and thinking of you. That was weird.
He usually never did.
â
The practice game against Inarizaki and Nekoma wasâŠtense.
You could feel the passive aggressiveness coming strangely, from Kuroo and Suna across the net. Everyone else was curious as well, wondering exactly why these two, whoâve never met before, suddenly have a feud similar to that of a world war. At first, you were completely clueless, but then began to wonder if something happened in the hallway after you left.
Maybe Suna said something to tease Kuroo? Or maybe, it was the other way around and now they just want to kill each other.
In the third set at twenty-two points to Inarizaki and twenty-four points to Nekoma, the stakes and the nerves were equally as high. Nekoma has one win and Inarizaki has the other. It seems that this practice game was being played for far more than it actually was, since Kuroo and Suna never acknowledged each other apart from glaring and swearing at each other under their breath. Their respective teams kept asking them if they were okay, both replying with, âyeah, letâs just win.â
âDo you think something happened between Suna and that Nekoma player?â The coach asks you, leaning in and whispering it so that others wouldnât hear.
âIâm not sureâŠbut they do seem pretty aggressive with one another.â
Then, as you look away for just a moment, a spike comes from Nekoma, but was thankfully received by Kita. Following a set by Atsumu, Osamu jumped to spike it down, but was then blocked by none other than Kuroo himself.
At the brink of time, Ojiro retrieves it back, calling Atsumu to set it once more, this time for Suna to powerfully spike it down, aiding them in their two point loss between them and Nekoma. As Suna jumps up, you see Kuroo and Kenma jump as well.
A feeling of failure begins to settle in your heart.
Suna hits the ball, powerfully, the first time youâve seen him hit a ball with so much energy.
But the ball immediately lands back down onto the same side, Kita not able to have caught up to it in time. Nekoma cheers out loud, congratulating each other on their hard work.
While Inarizaki lost, they began to support each other for their efforts, but you notice that Suna didnât look as relieved as the others. His stare is hostile, facing towards the otherside where you see Kuroo looking at him with the same confrontational gaze. You swallow nervously, beginning to make your way towards Suna to pull him back. The Inarizaki boys take notice as well, observing how Suna and Kuroo were both stomping their way to each other. The same feeling of failure seeps into your chest again and you could sense something was going to go terribly wrongâ
Suna punched Kuroo in the jaw!
Out of nowhere, a fight begins between the two players, both of them tussling with one another in the middle of the court. Kuroo lands a punch on Suna but is equally stunned when Suna fights back almost immediately after. You notice how Kuroo was pulling at his shirt, trying to bring him closer to land another blow, but fails as Suna strikes him one after the other. Both Nekoma and Inarizaki run up to their players, trying to pull them apart from one another.
The coaches start to shout at their players, ordering them to stop what they were doing at once.
Successfully, they both are torn apart from one another, but still continue to fight the air as they try to continue their brawl.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?!â Your coach asks, trying to instill some discipline into his player. Unfortunately, your heart fails to calm down after witnessing the both of them fight so aggressively. Youâve never seen Suna fight someone, or him be so mad.
Suna looks up, pulling his arms away from his teammates and stares at you.
As the both of you make eye-contact, you refuse to move from your position and remain shaking. Almost as if you gave him an answer to something, Suna walks away, leaving behind everyone in awe.
Just then, you look up at Kita, who nods for you to go.
âShould I go?â
The memory of him calling you annoying and smothering comes back in your mind.
âDoes he deserve my comfort?â
âPlease try to see things from his perspective, as Suna is often misunderstood.â
Putting down the clipboard on the bench, you run outside to try and find Suna. Fall has never been kind to Hyogo, as rain pelts down from the sky, fogging your ability to try and see Suna. You call out his name, but your volume is minute in comparison to the strength of the rain.
Running into the open hallway, you look left and right to try and find the familiar boy. But, no luck. Your heart begins to ache at the realisation that you had no idea where Suna is. You didnât know what he was doing all by himself in weather like this. Inside, you sincerely hope that he didnât run out in the street.
âOh God, what if he did?â
Out of sheer panic, you run towards the direction of the gate, praying to the heavens that he didnât do the latter. With rain coming down this hard, you knew that driverâs wouldnât be able to see as clearly as they usually do. And the thought of Suna running into the street in hopes of getting his comfort jelly chuupets at the convenience store down the road doesnât make you feel better at all.
You run out the gate, looking towards the direction of the store, failing to catch Suna or any person resembling him standing in the vicinity of it. Trying to get nearer and get a closer look, the sound of a blaring horn fills your ears. Turning to the left, you see a car heading your way, swerving side to side in a skidding motion. The road was so slippery in this type of weather, but why couldnât you move?
The car was getting closer and your feet felt like they were stuck on the ground.
âWhy canât I move?â
âY/N!â Your body jerks back to the side. The car swiftly passes the both of you, getting back onto its regular general direction before driving further down the road. You feel your heart beating profusely, your heaving chest moving up and down in hopes of slowing it. âAre you stupid?! What do you think youâre doing?!?â
Looking up to thank your saviour, Sunaâs panicked face greets you causing you to go silent. Both at the same time, you feel relief and stress seeing his face. Mostly relief because youâve finally found him after all the events that occured today.
âAnswer meââ
âIdiot!â Pushing him back, Suna stands there stunned while you clench your fists by your sides. âWhatâWhat do you think youâre doing, getting into fights, running out in the rainâŠare you a child?!? What is going on with you??â
Suna stands there silently.
âAnd donât just stand there, I ran out in the road because, because I thought you went to buy your stupid chuupets that you love so much down at the convenience store! You are like a child, wanting fucking food when youâre angry or stressed. You know, I shouldnât have come out here. In the rain, getting all wet. But you know what Suna, you know whatâs pathetic? This, running in shitty weather like this, wouldnât only be the most drastic thing I do for you.
Suna, for months, I-Iâve been buying expensive ass electrolyte packets, because I know you wouldnât drink regular water. You only drink water that tastes like fruit juice. Thatâs from my own money by the way! I also cook you food, that I spend time out of my nights, and sometimes mornings, because you are picky! I know you donât like cafeteria food, so I just threw my food into the circle, hoping to God that you just might like it! And-And letâs not forget about my towel, my hand sewn, hand washed, machine dried towel. I bring it for you fresh everyday Suna! I know you donât like the rough school towels, so I brought mine with my initials!
And do I get noticed? No! I never got a âthank youâ, or even a nod of recognition?! I have Atsumu or Osamu return my bento box in silence, even my towel, thrown into the pile with the rest of the teamâs towels, and I get called annoying. I slave myself every day, Suna, just to get your attention. But I donât think you realise that, I donât have to do these things. I have never, ever, forced myself to do these things.
I am sorry, if I smother you Suna. I just love you so fucking much that I donât realise the things I do to care for you, are exhausting.
But now, Iâm exhausted. Of not receiving the gratitude I expect for the things I do. I was fine for awhile Suna, but now Iâmââ
Then, you feel yourself being pushed onto his chest. One of Sunaâs arms wrap around your waist, while the other holds your head down gently, as if silencing you from saying the rest of what you wanted to say. You feel shock course through your veins as the last thing you expected was a hug from the Suna Rintarou.
You and Suna stood under the harsh rain, their heartbeats echoing the drumming of waterdrops around them. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that intimate moment.
âDonât get tired Y/N, please donât get tired of me.â Out of nowhere, you feel yourself begin to cry. Wiping your tears onto Sunaâs already wet jersey, he manages to sense your exhaustion, urging him to glide his hand on top of your head continuously. âI am grateful Y/N, that you do all these things for me without me having to ask.â
Suna pulls the both of you apart, cradling your face as he attempts to wipe your tears off. Despite his efforts however, you continue to cry, meanwhile struggling to breathe as you attempt to catch your breath. It feels like despite all the tears youâve cried in private, seeing Suna recognise you brought a whole different wave of emotions.
âDonât cry, I donât want to see you crying because of me.â At that moment, Suna ponders for a bit as you see him look at you. You feel yourself freeze as he leans down to plant two kisses on both of your cheeks, an effort to dry your tears. Putting his forehead on yours, his thumbs continuously brush your jawline, as if he was admiring you. âItâs difficult for me to say Y/N, but I love you.â
Your eyes widen.
âIâve loved you since elementary when you pushed that little boy off the swing after he pushed me off. Iâve loved you since middle school when you would sneakily put chuupets on my desk, even if you thought I didnât know. Youâre beautiful Y/N. And, Iâm sorry for not thanking you earlier for everything youâve done for me. Iâm not brave like you, I canât show the people I love that I care for them.â
âB-But the bentoâŠâ
âOf course I ate it. It hurts me to think that I didnât, I just always asked Atsumu or Osamu to bring it back. You make me nervous Y/N. I canât confidently walk up to you when you get prettier every time my eyes turn to you.
You make me weak, Y/N.â You huff, sniffling as Suna lands another kiss on the tip of your nose. He smiles and brings you in for another hug, but this time, your arms wrap around him tightly.
It is difficult to love Suna Rintarou.
It was a path fraught with uncertainties and moments of doubt. But as you stood there, holding the rain-soaked figure before you, you knew that the journey was worth it. Because in the depths of his guarded heart, you had found a love that was as powerful as it was fragile, as beautiful as it was challenging. And you were determined to weather the storm, to be the unwavering presence that helped him navigate the complexities of love and vulnerability.
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