#i'm still sad but my chest isn't crushing me anymore

[irondad-defensesquad]

EDIT: Also posted on AO3!

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Peter wakes up late.

Arguably, it’s the weekend. Even then, he’s not someone who sleeps until afternoon. Mainly because someone wakes him for breakfast and to get through the day. And on some weekends, he even has breakfast in bed.

It’s 12 PM when he opens his eyes, hearing no noises out of his room.

Indeed, when he gets out of bed, Peter doesn’t find any signs of life in the Compound. Breakfast is not set. And as far as he’s concerned, no one is in the workshop, for he cannot hear any loud rock music coming from it.

“Um… F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Peter looks at the ceiling. “Where’s Mr. Stark?”

“Boss is currently in a series of meetings. He’ll be back by the evening. He said there’s coffee ready, and food in the fridge to heat up.”

“Oh.”

The boy realizes he’s still wrapped by his blanket, as Peter hugs it close.

“Would you like me to call Boss?” F.R.I.D.A.Y asks.

“No, no, I just wanted to know. Thanks.”

“You can let me know if you need him.”

“It’s okay, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

She doesn’t insist. The house goes silent again.

He wants her to come back.

But he doesn’t say that.

So, Peter goes on with his day. He eats his cereal and he doesn’t mix the coffee with milk like he usually does. He doesn’t like black coffee like Tony does… but it doesn’t feel wrong this time. Peter tries sending messages to Ned and MJ, but they both have plans for today so they won’t be able to talk much today. Aunt May is out of town, hence why Peter is staying over. She does ask if everything is okay, and Peter reassures her he’s fine. May tells him to count on Tony with anything he needs.

Peter just sends her a smiling emoji.

He decides not to talk to Karen. One, putting his suit in the Compound for no reason other than to chat with someone is weird. Second, she would certainly let Tony know, and his mentor would immediately tell something is wrong.

Peter goes to the workshop. He greets DUM-E. As much as he loves the little bot, DUM-E only beeps and Peter has not yet figured out his language. The arachnid doesn’t have anything to fix on his suit. He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y if Tony needs any help with his projects (his mentor has given him permission to help him out if he wants). But apparently, there isn’t anything to be fixed.

Right. Nothing in the workshop, then.

Peter tries watching TV. He doesn’t really focus. He checks his phone but there aren’t any new messages. His friends are too busy for him. Time is passing very slowly. It’s not even mid afternoon and Tony will take forever to come back.

Finally, he goes back to his room. He needs to get his math homework done, anyway. Peter gets his earphones ready and he starts reading the book, his notebook page blank, waiting for his train of thought.

Except the music is too distracting. Even if he lowers the volume, it doesn’t help. But if he pauses it entirely, Peter’s thoughts are going to scream louder.

His notebook judges him. The words and instructions in his book don’t make sense. Even though Peter re-reads over and over again, they only get more confusing, and he loses more patience, as his head pounds.

Ask for help, a little voice says inside him.

Help for what? Homework?

It’s not just homework.

But it’s not important.

Everyone has better things to do.

Peter growls, breaking his pencil in half with a lot of ease, then dropping the meaningless pieces on the floor. He can’t bring himself to fix it or simply throw in the garbage. It’s just a stupid pencil anyway.

His book is slowly consumed by teardrops.

Countless.

Like it’s raining right in it.

Only Peter is the big storm cloud that can’t make it stop. That can’t do the most basic of things.

He can’t take it anymore.

He sobs. A lot. Loud.

It probably echoes in the penthouse.

People won’t hear it, though.

Peter covers his eyes, now wetting his hands instead of the book. The music is still playing and it’s mocking him. You’re stupid. You’re useless. You can’t do anything right.

He cries for a good couple of minutes. It only grows louder and more painful. Peter doesn’t know why he’s like this. He can handle things alone. He has always handled everything on his own and he never broke down like this. Why is he like this now?

The emptiness around him is engulfing him. It’s empty like his apartment when Uncle Ben died. Peter couldn’t sleep for days when it happened. Mostly because he was distracted trying to save other people’s lives, to prevent another tragedy from happening.

But there’s no one to save.

Peter is trapped.

He can’t do this.

He can’t do this.

He can’t…

…

Someone is knocking on the door.

“Peter?”

Suddenly, he’s back in the bedroom, the book and notebook are just… school objects. They aren’t saying anything.

Peter is too shocked to even open his mouth.

“Peter, I’m coming in.”

Shit. Fuck.

The boy hides himself, turning away from the door, also using his arm to try and pretend the tears aren’t there.

“M-Mr. Stark! I thought- Why”– the teen gulps, unsure what to say that won’t blow his cover. He fears he’s failed anyway –“What’re you doing here?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y called me, she said you needed me.”

Even though Tony doesn’t sound annoyed in the slightest, Peter only feels pathetic and ashamed of the last three words.

“Y-You didn’t have to come here, Mr. Stark.”

He senses Tony approaching.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” the man patiently requests.

“I don’t know! Something is wrong with- with my brain!” Peter lashes out. He hates himself for that. Despite that, Tony doesn’t get angry. “I tried to distract myself but there was nothing to fix in the lab, TV didn’t help, and not even my stupid homework helps because I’m stupid-!”

“Hey, hey, hey…” Tony is kneeling down next to him. “You’re not stupid. It’s okay.”

Peter cries again with the other’s soft voice. “I can’t do anything, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s okay. You just need a break, kiddo.”

“Yeah, but…”

It’s not just a break that he needs.

“... what’s the point if I’m just gonna be alone?”

Tony gently places a hand on Peter’s arm. The boy finally looks back at him.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.”

“But what about your meetings? They must be more important.”

“You’re more important to me, Pete.”

He knows that, doesn’t he?

Why does it make Peter emotional anyway?

Regardless, Tony throws away the broken pencil for him.

“Come on, buddy,” he calls him, standing on his feet but waiting for Peter to follow him. Actually, he wants Peter to lead the way.

That way, the two end up at the couch. The TV is on and Peter couldn’t care less about what’s airing. Tony grabbed his blanket and wrapped him up in a burrito. Even though he’s wearing an expensive suit, he hugs Peter close and he starts telling him about the meetings today and how boring they were. He also talked shit about some of the people he had to debate with.

For the first time today, Peter smiles, at peace.

Everything is alright now.

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's at a party, lunch box in tow, and he's making a fucking killing.

He sets up shop in the crowded kitchen, but that doesn't stop him from spotting King Steve in the living room. Harrington's face is still fucked up from the fight with Hargrove, and he's tipping a cup almost vertically into his mouth. He's not too surprised when--the next time he spots the jock--he has a can of beer in each fist.

More customers flood up to him, and he can't help but be a little grateful for the distraction. Harrington is one unrequited crush he just can't kick.

Lunch box cleaned out, Eddie heads outside for a smoke. He's fishing his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket when he hears a snuffling sort of shuffle that sends his heart racing.

He edges forward, just enough to make out the heap of a person half-heartedly sitting up against the house. A person in fitted blue jeans, tight polo, and Member's Only jacket; swoop of chestnut hair catching in the flash of fire from Eddie's Zippo.

"Harrington?"

The guy startles, stability wavering, eyes blinking too much. "Munson?"

"You alright, man?" He asks, though he can already tell that Steve is most definitely not.

Steve shrugs. "Why do you care?" It's not mean, sounds genuinely curious.

Eddie gets it. He has no reason on earth to show concern about King Steve. In answer, he taps his boot against Steve's sneaker, giving him a small smile. "Not sure. But I'm here, so..."

"Just needed some air. Clear my head."

"How much have you had to drink?" Eddie asks.

"One or two,"

"Dozen?"

Steve laughs. "You're funny. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"I've heard," Eddie says, can't help but laugh a little too. "Wanna talk about what's going on?"

Eddie thinks that'll be a "no," but then: "Nancy dumped me."

"Yeah, big news."

"Ugh, people are talking about it?" Steve whines. It's really cute and Eddie hates himself for noticing. Hates himself more when Steve loses his balance, tips onto Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie doesn't tip him back.

Eddie can tell that Steve isn't fully with him anymore. He's a little afraid to leave the guy alone, so Eddie talks about the latest Hellfire campaign. Sober Steve Harrington probably has no idea what dnd is, but the drunk version is kind of a rapt audience.

He's just explaining about owlbears when Steve's voice, soft and sad, says "I just want someone to love me, you know?"

The admission renders Eddie speechless for a second, his chest fucking aching for the jock. He says "Oh, Stevie," knows he sounds too sad, is sure of it when Steve's nose wrinkles (it's cute; it's so fucking cute. Eddie hates himself for noticing).

Before he can backtrack, Steve slumps over, body going limp as he passes out. "Jesus H Christ," Eddie barks.

With a heavy sigh, and way too much fondness, Eddie stands. "Let's get you home, sweetheart."

He gathers Harrington up in his arms--dude is heavy--and carries him around to his van.

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Steve wakes up, head throbbing and tongue fuzzy, with no idea how he got home and into bed. Can't really recall anything after he stumbled outside, aside from talking to Eddie Munson. But maybe that was a dream? Either way, he's home, not really any worse for wear. It's enough to let him forget all about it; what's one drunken party in a life full of them?

That Wednesday, he opens his locker after the final bell, and a Hershey bar falls out. He picks it up, flipping it over to see a note on the foil wrapping, "thought you might need something sweet to cheer you up." It's not signed, and Steve slips it into his backpack, knowing he's got a silly smile on his handsome face.

The little gifts continue to show up once or twice a week. Candy, plastic vending machine toys, sketches of the school grounds, caricatures of classmates and teachers. Sometimes they even come with a note in handwriting he doesn't recognize.

Along with the little treats, he starts seeing Eddie Munson kind of everywhere. And it's not like Steve hadn't seen him before--guy was hard to miss--but he was never around this often. Wasn't around this often and he and Steve had never shared a smile, a quick bob of the head, a quiet hello.

It isn't long before they're talking. Nothing much, nothing serious. Complaining about teachers, about classmates; sharing weekend plans. Only now Steve can't pretend to not notice the way Eddie dimples up when he smiles, the subtle muscles that bunch under the sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt, the long litheness of his legs. Steve knows he's attracted to other guys, it's just that he didn't realize he'd be attracted to Eddie.

The gifts keep coming. Once, he opens his locker to find a plastic ring fashioned into a golden crown and a note that says, "made me think of you, Stevie." There's something about the "Stevie" that catches deep in his brain, but he can't make it connect to anything.

A few months later, Steve opens his locker and pulls out a drawing. This one--it's of him. He's gazing out into space in a way that managers to be dreamy and wistful. The Steve in the drawing is lovely, and it makes something clench deep in his gut, that someone sees him like this.

Steve tries to be more aware of the people in his surroundings, to figure out who his admirer is. He's not very good at it, even as more sketches of him--all depicting him as a gorgeous, ethereal thing he definitely isn't--show up in his locker. Especially when, so often these days, the person he sees the most is Eddie.

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The presents in his locker continue into April, and would probably last until the end of the school year, but Steve's got a migraine starting. He keeps aspirin in his locker, gets a hall pass out of English to get some.

When he reaches his locker, though, someone is already there, with the door open. Someone in ripped black jeans, heavy black boots, a black leather jacket, and patch covered denim vest.

"Munson?" He asks. His heart beats so hard it reverberates in his ears, making it hard to hear.

Eddie jumps back, hands fluttering, face flushing bright red. "Ste--Harrington! I--uh--," he's backing up, his hands held out from his body, like he's pushing Steve away even though they aren't touching.

"Were you--?" Steve tries to ask, but the words won't quite come. There's familiar warmth low in his stomach, a twisting that has nothing to do with his impending migraine.

"I wasn't doing anything, I swear," Eddie says. He's breathing hard, eyes too bright, and Steve thinks he might be about to cry, but then the metalhead is turning away, starting to run.

"Eddie, wait!" Steve calls, chasing after him without much thought. "Please!"

Eddie doesn't stop until after they've crashed out one of the side exits, are alone outside.

"It was you? Leaving the--?"

Eddie nods, presses his hands to his eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Harrington. I just--"

"Don't be sorry," Steve begs. "It's been--I liked it."

"Even now that you know they're coming from the freak?" Eddie spits. He still hides his face behind his hands.

"It's sort of been the best part of my year, if I'm being honest."

Only now does the metalhead remove his hands, blink back at Steve, dark eyes wide with shock. "Really?"

"Yeah. It made me feel-- important, I guess? Like, maybe someone saw me as something more than King Steve."

Eddie smiles now, looks down at the pavement. "I just didn't want you to think that you weren't--" he stops then, presses his mouth tight.

"Didn't want me to think what?"

"That you weren't loved, Stevie."

The statement hangs between them, Eddie's face pinking again, as the words wrap their way around Steve's heart. Loved. That he's loved. It clenches at every part of him, and he surrounds himself with the truth of it, what all those little presents were saying without words.

"Eddie, I--" he's overwhelmed by the gesture, the meaning, the reciprocal buzz in his chest, because Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson, loves him, and this fact is turning Steve's world on it's head in the best way.

"I'm sorry, Steve, really. Please don't hate me, or--or--"

"It means so much to me," Steve says, his voice a little broken. He reaches a hand out, slow, telegraphing the movement. "Can I?" He whispers.

Eddie nods, and Steve strokes the skin of his face with his thumb. "Thank you."

The metalhead nods, leaning into Steve's touch, they shift close, until their foreheads meet, until they share the same air. They stand that way for a while, long enough that they hear the bell ringing, and only then does Steve break their quiet. "Eds?"

"Yeah, Stevie?"

"You wanna hangout some time?"

Eddie laughs. "Yeah. I really, really do, sweetheart."

[miasmaghoul]

From the prompt list

Dew/Aether #26

From this list.

#26 - as an apology

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"You're serious?"

Aether nods, but he can't look up. The disbelief in Dew's voice is something he expected, but it feels so much worse that he'd anticipated.

"Yes," he breathes, fiddling with a bracelet. "I told Papa this morning." Aether swallows, mouth dry. "I would have told you sooner, but -"

"Why?"

Aether sighs, scrubs at his face with both hands. The scent of antibacterial soap floods his nose, skin made dry from endless washing during his infirmary shift. He stares at the little ghoul's boots, black leather stark against the white tile floors. Maybe it was a mistake to do this here. Maybe he should have waited until tonight, until they were tangled up in bed and Dew was blissed out and half asleep. Maybe he'd sound less betrayed.

Somehow, Aether doubts it.

"I told you," he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I'm tired, Dew. Too tired to keep up with the rest of you." Aether rubs the back of his neck. "You remember the last leg, right? How many times did Papa talk to me about my mistakes? How many times did you have to pick up my slack?"

"Aeth -"

Aether holds up a hand, and Dewdrop pauses. Aether can feel his scowl, eyes burning into the top of his head. He still can't make himself look up.

"How many nights did you have to spend massaging my hands, just so I could play the next day?"Aether cracks his knuckles, wincing at their stiffness. "Besides, they need me here." He gestures vaguely at the empty infirmary lobby. "Now that Omega's gone, I'm the only full-time healer we've got."

He huffs out a harsh exhale, pinches the bridge of his nose. This was so much easier in his head. He watched the little ghoul cross his legs, scuffing the toe of his boot against the floor.

"I just...I can't do it anymore, Dew. I don't have the energy."

He falls silent after that, shoulders hunched and hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, and waits. Waits for Dew to yell, to grab his coat and throttle him, to punch a wall - anything to express the rage he swears he can feel pouring from that slight body.

"I understand," Dew says instead, and somehow that's the thing that makes Aether look at him.

Dewdrop's expression reads cool, but his shoulders sit tense. The tip of his tail flicks through the air, obvious agitation, but it seems to be unconscious. There's something hard in his copper eyes, and Aether swallows hard.

"You...you what?"

"I get it," Dew says with a shrug, rolling his neck. "I was around when Zeph went through this, remember?"

That's...a fair point. Zephyr may have only joined them on stage for a few months, but Aether remembers very clearly all the evenings spent helping with their pain and exhaustion. He sighs, nods.

"Yeah, I do. But this isn't the same -"

"You could've told me, y'know," Dew interrupts, softer. "Before now, I mean. Before you told Papa."

"I almost did," Aether admits. Dew's casual demeanor has him off balance - he expected to have his coat singed by now. "But I was worried -"

"I wouldn't have told anyone," he interrupts, voice soft, and Aether stutters to a halt. Watches the little ghoul wring his hands. "Wouldn't have done that to you."

Aether blinks. Twice. That thought hadn't even occurred to him, not for a second. His hesitence came only from the risk of upsetting Dew, not from some fear of having his retirement revealed before he was ready. He cants his head and peers at Dewdrop, brow furrowed, and finds something new in his eyes. A watery glimmer of something so obviously sad, so fearful, that it makes Aether's heart ache.

"Oh, Dew..."

In half a breath they're caught up in each other, Aether holding the little ghoul to his chest in a crushing embrac, one hand on the back of his ash blond head and the other arm curled tight around him. Dew's hands fist into his shirt and he plants his feet between Aether's, huffing against his chest, and for a few moments they stay like that. Holding one another in silence while Aether collects his words and tries to figure out what he could possibly say to assure the one he loves more than any other that he'd never question his trust. To apologize for even making him think otherwise.

Then Dew pulls away just enough to look up at him with those gorgeous eyes, the gentlest smile curving his lips, and Aether has his answer.

The kiss is soft, gentle. No urgency, no tongue, just the perfect meeting of their mouths. Dew's warm hands come up to cup Aether's cheeks and Aether sighs through his nose, muscles he didn't know he'd tensed going lax. It feels like an age before they part, and Aether knows he doesn't have to say it, but -

"I'm sorry, firefly," he whispers, rubbing Dew's back and nosing at his temple. "I didn't mean -"

"I know," Dew assures him, stroking his face, eyes searching his own. "I...I know."

Dew kisses him again, and Aether decides any other words can wait until his hands stop shaking.

[kisses-for-you]

Jealousy - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X Fem!Reader

Summary: Carlos gets jealous when one of your friends 'flirts' with you, causing you two to get in an argument.

Word Count: 1,271

Carlos and you return to your shared apartment after a night out with friends. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, then sinks into the couch, visibly troubled by jealousy. In his mind, another guy had been getting too close to you at the party and Carlos is seriously struggling to conceal his sadness.

He's upset but he doesn't want to tell you why; he's way more sad than angry.

As you ask him what's wrong for what seems like the thousandth time, he just gives you the same vague response - "I'm fine."

It's obvious that's a lie though. You release a quiet sigh, knowing that something is wrong and you're determined to uncover the truth. "Carlos, I can tell something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

He sighs and lies straight to your face once again, "I'm just tired, honey," pretending to rub his eyes dramatically. In reality, his mind is in turmoil. It's way too loud and chaotic currently.

And you see right through his lies. He has always been an awful liar. So he can see that you aren't accepting his answer, you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for an actual response.

"...I don't want you to hang out with that guy anymore.." The words finally leave his mouth in a quiet voice. He avoids making eye contact with you while sitting on the end of the couch.

You feel your face twist in confusion as you look at him, trying to understand what could've made him feel this way. "Him? Why?"

"Please don't act like you don't know why," he says, looking up at you with a frown. His jealousy is intensifying and his tone is firm.

You feel even more puzzled at his words. You genuinely can't see anything wrong with your friend. Because there is nothing.

"Well, I can't pretend if I really don't know," you respond.

He sighs, frustrated, and leans back against the back of the couch. Carlos is really upset now, not knowing how to deal with these emotions he's experiencing. He can feel the anger creeping up on him as he looks at you once again.

"He's too flirty."

Flirty? You guys were just talking. What on earth is Carlos talking about?

"He wasn't flirting with me, Carlos."

"Yes, he was! He was checking you out all night long. How can you not see that?!" he almost yells the words out, his anger starting to get worse.

Annoyed, you start to raise your voice at him, "He's just a friend! He's like my brother! Why the fuck are you acting so overprotective?"

Carlos sits back up, raising his voice as well. It's almost like a competition of who can yell louder at this point.

"I'm not being overprotective - I'm defending our relationship! I'm not comfortable with that guy around you. Honey, you know how he feels about you!"

You guys are literally just friends. Seriously, what is Carlos' problem?

"Carlos, he doesn't have a crush on me. We're friends. Nothing more."

Carlos is about to snap. This isn't going well at all.

"He does have a crush on you, okay? It's obvious. He's doing all these things because he wants you!"

Oh, if you weren't pissed already then you definitely are now.

"God. Can't I just have a male friend without you automatically assuming they like me?!"

"It's not just any male friend, Y/N! This time he does like you! I know when a guy has a thing for you!" he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down slightly but still visibly agitated.

Your brows furrow as you speak, "How do you know that? Besides he knows I'm in a relationship. He's not like that."

Carlos lets out a loud sigh. "I have a better idea, Y/N. Why don't you just admit that you like the attention he is giving you?" Wow. That just.. came out. It sounded a bit harsh. Maybe he didn't actually mean that.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" You pause for a moment before continuing, "You know what, don't answer that. You're actually being such an asshole right now."

Carlos feels the weight of his words sinking in, regret starting to creep in. He knows he's crossed a line with his accusation, but his jealousy and insecurity have clouded his judgment. He looks at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes, and feels a pang of guilt.

He sits in silence for a moment, then, he stands up and moves towards you, wanting to apologise.

"I didn't think before I said that. I'm sorry, babe... I didn't mean it," he apologises. Part of you wants to push him away, but another part just wants this to be done already.

"Don't," you say looking up at him sadly, "Don't pretend like you didn't mean that."

Carlos is hurt by your reaction. His heart sinks as he realizes the depth of the hurt he's caused. He takes a step back, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. He sits down again, he doesn't know what else to do. As he sits down, he feels a strange feeling in his stomach. He wants to cry. That comment was stupid, his behaviour was stupid, he is stupid.

"I'm going to the bedroom," you tell him, your voice cracking as you try to hold back some tears.

"Honey!.." Carlos lets out, but it's too late. You've left the room and gone back to your bedroom, alone.

Carlos sits alone in the living room, knowing he messed up. He's filled with regret for letting his jealousy get the best of him and saying hurtful things. As he sits there in the silence, he replays the argument in his mind, wishing he could take back his words and handle the situation differently.

As soon as you sit on the bed, you start to sob, letting it all out as you think about the argument.

Carlos is feeling miserable too. But instead of crying, he is beating himself up for the stupid things he said to you. He feels really bad.

After some time passes in complete silence, he can't take it anymore. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. As he walks in, he hears you crying but you don't hear him enter.

Carlos sits down on the edge of the bed, having an intense urge to hug you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I.." he says as he chokes up. He wants to apologize properly but he doesn't know how.

You look over at him, eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to shout or call you an asshole. You were just trying to look out for me. I'm sorry."

Carlos pulls you gently into a tight hug. He can hear your sniffling and just wants to make you feel better.

"Shh, it's okay.." He whispers, "I'm the one who owes you an apology, here I am - trying to look out for our relationship and then I say the stupidest things."

You hug him back and chuckle softly as you speak, "I think we both said some dumb things."

Carlos smiles, feeling a bit relieved. "You're right, I just got a bit caught up by that jealous feeling. I'm not sure how to deal with it. I don't want to be an overprotective boyfriend."

"Just talk to me next time, Carlos."

"I will, honey." Carlos smiles and pulls you closer to him and that's how you spend most of the night - in each other's arms.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Mitsuki: "Ah…"

Galileo: "Haah."

His cold fingers dug into my neck, and his hot breath tickled my skin.

His fangs sank deeply, and the pain transformed into pleasure.

(If this continues…)

My consciousness started to fade, and I could hardly resist anymore.

Galileo: "Guh. Haah…"

Mitsuki: *coughs, coughs*

Suddenly, he groaned and let go of my body.

As soon as I collapsed onto the floor, air flowed into my throat, and I took a moment to catch my breath, coughing all the while.

(What just happened?)

When I looked at him, he was also breathing heavily.

Galileo: "Why? Why can't I kill you?"

His eyes, filled with anguish, glared at me.

Galileo: "Could it be that interfering with you affects fate? Is that why I'm being stopped?"

Galileo: "Is that the law of the world?"

Galileo: "Am I forever to be denied by fate?"

Mitsuki: "Galileo."

Not understanding what he was saying, I reached out involuntarily at his pained expression, but he brushed my hand away.

Galileo: "Even if I can't kill you, my goal is right before me."

Galileo: "I will end everything, so you should just watch silently."

Galileo: "I'll say it again and again. You are powerless."

Mitsuki: ".........."

He told me this to break my spirit and left the room.

I sat there, my gaze wandering.

(He really intended to kill me.)

As my dazed mind regained its senses, tears ran down my cheeks.

(No matter how much I try to understand him, if he hates me enough to kill me and rejects me, I can never touch his heart.)

The overwhelming sadness threatened to crush my chest, and tears continued to fall.

Leaving Mitsuki behind, Galileo came to the inner courtyard. There, where red flowers bloomed, he collapsed to his knees.

Galileo: "I won't be swayed."

Galileo: "Destruction is the only thing I truly desire."

His murmur faded into the air, and the red flowers swayed sadly.

After that, I returned to the mansion without Galileo's permission to flee from his hatred.

Three days after the commotion in the slums, we held Mireia's funeral.

Napoleon: "I brought Miguel here earlier. I thought I'd let him be alone with his sister."

Jean: "But it's about time. Could you go and check on him?"

Mitsuki: "Sure."

I entered the church and saw a small coffin placed in the spot where the light from the window shone down.

Miguel, sitting beside the coffin, was gazing into it with his blue eyes.

Mitsuki: "Miguel."

When I called out to him, he turned to look at me.

Miguel: "It's time, isn't it?"

As he stood up and came closer, he looked straight at me.

Miguel: "Thank you, big sis."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Miguel: "When I said I would take revenge on the hunters, you stopped me."

Miguel gently narrowed his eyes.

Miguel: "Honestly, I still hate them. I think this feeling will never go away."

Miguel: "But after hearing what you said, I want to think about Mireia instead of filling my heart with hatred."

Miguel: "I want to be a kind person, just like you and Mireia."

Mitsuki: "Miguel."

Miguel: "Thank you for trying to protect the me that Mireia loved so much."

He smiled shyly but still looked lonely.

(How many emotions are swirling inside this child right now?)

Anger, hatred, and sadness.

But perhaps his love for those dear to him is dissolving these negative emotions, slowly healing his wounded heart.

Seeing Miguel like this seems to save even me.

【I'll say it again and again. You are powerless.】

(That’s right, I'm powerless. I wanted to help, but there was nothing I could do. However, there was someone who listened to my voice.)

Mitsuki: "No, I just wanted you to be yourself."

Mitsuki: "Miguel, it's amazing that you accepted my voice and Mireia's feelings."

Miguel: "You think so? I won't forget your words or Mireia's."

Miguel: "And I won't forget the days I spent with her."

With tears in our eyes, we smiled at each other, and I suddenly thought,

(Did Galileo have someone like this when he was in pain? Someone who could gently soothe his wounds?)

Lost in thought, Miguel turned back to the coffin.

Miguel: "Rest in peace, Mireia."

He placed a bright red flower beside the coffin.

Mitsuki: "Miguel, where did you get that flower?"

Miguel: "It was on the coffin when I came to the church this morning."

Miguel: "I thought maybe the priest or someone from the mansion had placed it there."

(That's not it. There's only one place where that red flower blooms.)

The beautiful yet sorrowful garden where the remains of the Dhampir rest.

(Could it be that this flower is from Galileo?)

(Did he secretly come here to place a flower on the coffin, even though he seemed unfazed by the deaths of others?)

(I don't understand what you're thinking, Galileo.)

(What were you feeling when you placed that flower here?)

I didn't understand, yet seeing the flower tightened my chest.

(I can't give up.)

(I want to know what you're thinking, your feelings when you placed that flower here, what led you to destruction, and what you truly desire.)

(I want to touch the real you.)

After the flowers drifted and the funeral bells echoed in the sky, I went to the Seine River with a certain resolve.

(He might be here.)

Mitsuki: "Drake!"

When I called out, Drake's eyes slightly widened before he gave a wry smile.

Drake: "Hey, runaway girl. I thought you'd never show up in front of us again."

Drake: "You ran away yourself, so what do you want?"

Mitsuki: "I need to ask you a favor."

I stared back at Drake, not letting his words get to me.

Mitsuki: "I want you to lend me the harness you're wearing."

The harnesses that Galileo and Drake wear stabilize the space beyond the door.

(With that, I can...)

Drake: "You intend to go through that door, little fawn?"

I nodded, and Drake's eyes silently asked, "Why?"

Without looking away from his gaze, I spoke up.

Mitsuki: "I've always wanted to understand Galileo."

Mitsuki: "He told me to see the truth with my own eyes; that's why I've been watching him closely since then."

(Sometimes, I end up hurting him.)

Mitsuki: "But I still haven't gotten close to him. Focusing only on the present isn't enough."

Mitsuki: "Without knowing the truth, no words of mine will ever reach him. That's why I want to know what happened in his past."

When I said this without any pretense, Drake's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Drake: "Don't you think using that door is cheating?"

Mitsuki: "I do."

(Peeking into someone's past without permission shouldn't be allowed.)

Especially for Galileo. 

His past was so painful that he wanted to erase and deny it.

(But...)

When I recalled his fragile, tormented figure,

(I can't afford to be picky about the methods.)

Mitsuki: "I know it's unfair to try to understand Galileo this way."

Mitsuki: "But I feel that only by seeing and accepting all of his past with my own eyes can I finally touch his true heart."

Drake: "............"

Drake gazed at me as if trying to discern something.

More than anything, my heart was now directed towards Galileo, driven by a sense of justice.

Drake: "I see."

Drake: "I guess I've also gotten caught up with the woman of destiny."

Mitsuki: "What do you mean by that?"

Without answering my question, he removed his cloak and threw the harness toward me.

Drake: "Alright. I'll lend this to you, Mitsuki."

Drake: "Let's see your desperate struggle, shall we?"

After that, I returned to the mansion and went to the door without anyone noticing.

I put on the harness I borrowed from Drake, took a deep breath, and looked at the door.

(I’m now heading to Galileo’s past.)

I heard that this door responds to strong feelings.

My feelings for him will be my only guide to this door that connects to any country and any era.

(Galileo's past is connected to his goal of destruction. To stop that and to protect him, I need to see the truth with my own eyes.)

I reached out and opened the heavy door.

Meanwhile, at that moment,

Galileo: "Ugh, haah, haah."

Drake: "You okay, Galileo?!"

The door opened, and Galileo appeared from beyond.

Drake, supporting his staggering body, clicked his tongue at the sight of him breathing heavily.

Drake: "You went out on the night of the lunar eclipse. If things were gonna turn out like this, I should've been there to help you right from the start."

Galileo: "I told you, Drake. If we both collapse, it’d be meaningless."

Galileo: "Also, because we share the same wish, we can mercilessly abandon each other if something happens."

Drake: "You're right."

Galileo: "Besides, I finally found it."

Drake: "So it’s finally time."

Galileo: "Yeah. Now, we just have to wait for the moon to rise."

Galileo, after calming his breath a bit, suddenly noticed something.

Galileo: "Where's your harness, Drake?"

Drake: "I lent it to Mitsuki."

Galileo: "What?"

Drake smiled wryly and furrowed his eyebrows.

Drake: "Don't give me that look. She seemed dead serious about struggling, like a fawn ready to fight."

Drake: "She wants to see your past and protect you."

His purple eyes trembled ever so slightly.

But the momentary hesitation vanished in a blink of an eye.

Galileo: "Protect me? What good does protecting me do?"

Drake: "........."

Galileo: "Whether she's the woman of destiny or not, it doesn't matter. I won't be swayed by her, ever."

As each held steadfast to their feelings, midnight was about to fall.

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[ryomku]

thank you satoru - gojo satoru

synopsis: Thanks for looking at the cherry blossoms with me Satoru.

character: Gojo Satoru

tags: gojo satoru x reader, gn! reader, one sided crush, angst, no happy ending, use of y/n, no curses au!

a/n: apologies in advance for any mistakes, english is not my first language, curse you gege this is all your fault, not proofread it's like 1 am y'all I'm just sad and stressed lmao

a/n 2: took some inspo from the song: 8 Letters by Why Don't We.

You are the one who knows me best and the one who hurts me most, yet here we are seeing each other.

“Why do I pull you close but then ask you for space?”

“Am I just hurting myself?”

“Why is it so difficult to tell you that I love you?”

Isn't it amazing?

Like every day we meet without missing a beat, days where we love and hate each other.

“Are we going to change it?”

We don't know yet.

“Can I touch your heart?”

“How can I get closer to you?”

Surely I won't be able to, knowing how you are like with a heart that's as hard as stone and cold as ice. Yet, you made mine fragile like glass I am at my limit and anything can easily break it.

“Will the day that I deserve you come by?”

Let me be your love.

It's always you, you're always the one who hurts me, you make an impact in my life.

“Why can't I make an impact in your life?”

I know that if I curse at you it won't hurt, I know that if I yell at you it won't matter and I know that if I leave you won't miss me.

I know you don't love me and I still want to keep trying to win you over even if it's in vain.

“Could you do me a favor, Satoru?” Although I wanted to look into your eyes at that moment, mine only focused on the cherry blossoms and the soft pink petals that fall softly and delicately touch the ground.

I know he doesn't care about me but I still want him to do one last thing for me, I know I've bothered him too much but this is the last thing I ask of you my friend.

“What do you want me to do idiot?”

“Could you take me outside to see the cherry blossoms?”

I know I'm asking a lot of you, but please just do this for me. I fell for you many years ago and I want to be in your arms this time once and for all.

“Sure, I'll take you right now if that's okay.”

“Perfect.”

Every look, every touch makes me want to give you all of me, but I can't and I never will be able to, I know, I know that I don't deserve you and that I'm not enough for you, but at least my dream will come true.

You took me by the hand to the backyard of my house, helped me go down the stairs and stopped every time I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I'm sorry to give you so much work for this last favor.

We walked to the other side of the garden and sat under the cherry tree, as always sitting next to each other. I didn't like it but since this is the last favor I ask of you, I might as well change things. With some effort I got up from my place and let myself fall gently between your legs sensing that you were startled by how sudden everything was, I took your arms and put them around my shoulders so that you could give me a hug.

“Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if I found a soul like mine?”

“What do you mean dumbass?” Those ways you call me don't hurt me anymore Gojo, nothing hurts me anymore.

“I would like to find someone who loves me like I love that person, I want someone who loves me for who I am and not for what I do or what I can give them, I want someone who understands me and is there for me when needed, I would have loved to meet someone like that.”

“You and your love things.”

I know you don't understand them because you don't feel it the way I feel it for you Satoru, I know you don't feel it and you won't.

The sky was painted in dark colors and the clouds looked even more beautiful than before. I adore sunsets and even more so if it's with someone I love, even if that someone doesn't love me like I love them.

I wanted to tell you what I felt at that moment but I know that if I do you will live with that guilt that you did nothing to love me more and I don't like when you feel guilty, I wanted us to have a future in which we continued playing and being side by side like we've done since we were children but Satoru I can't do it anymore.

If I could be half of what you think of me, I could learn to do anything and maybe then you could love me for who I am.

I always thought I was bad but look at you, you are the best, how much I adore you and how much I love you.

Thank you for all these years my faithful friend, my confidant and my love, I will never be able to thank you for everything you have done for me, but at least I enjoyed all these years by your side my beloved, but it is time to go, maybe it hurts you that I'm leaving or maybe not, but I want to think that I am special to you and that at least in some way you love me, even if it's just as a friend.

Thank you for letting yourself be loved without knowing it.

“Thank you for seeing the cherry blossoms with me Satoru, thank you.”

“No problem, I don't mind doing this with you Y/N.”

You very rarely called me by my name, thank you for doing it in the end Satoru

“Satoru, I adore you.”

For the last time I felt my face get wet from the hot tears that I shed for the last time and for the last time I was able to see the cherry blossoms.

Closing my eyes along with the last beats of this sick heart.

Thank you Gojo Satoru, I love you.

The white haired boy felt his friend's body go limp in his arms, tightening the hug on the other body to feel its warmth.

“Did you fall asleep Y/N?”

His friend was finally in eternal slumber, it's a shame that the blue eyed boy didn't notice and slept next to his already dead friend.

[arminsumi]

let’s ignore how i’m flooding your inbox with requests 😭😭

buttttt, childhood bestie armin who’s watching you get ready to marry someone else, even though he’s always had a crush on you and you’ve secretly always had a crush on him even now, when you’re suppose to marry someone else. and you & armin finally confess your feelings for each other either before the wedding or when they say “does anyone object” or whatever is said 😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Be mine instead

Armin x fem!reader ♪

Overview; Armin makes a very late confession and last-minute objection at your wedding

Content; fluff, a little angst

Warnings; a little infidelity, kissing, cheesy and kinda romcom-y 🙈

Note; this request... THIS REQUEST!! 💕you needn't apologize, i'm screaming over this idea i hope u like what i made out of it

He knows you're nervous; it's written all over your face, it's clear in the way you obsessively straighten out your white bridal gown over and over again.

No one else has analyzed your pretty face as much as he has; he knows the meaning behind your every subtle expression. the subtle pinching of your brows when you look in the mirror at your reflection, the curling of your lips, the creasing of your eyes.

what a beautiful bride...

He hid his regret and sadness so poorly. Even someone as oblivious as you could see the prominent sad corners of his eyes becoming more weighted as he admired your gown.

"You're beautiful..." he said, something caught in his throat.

"I'm so nervous, I can't think." you responded anxiously, straightening out your gown again. "I feel strange... I don't know. Isn't it strange? It feels like just yesterday Eren was introducing you to me, and now you're here watching me get married. Where did all that time go?"

Armin chuckled softly and shrugged. "Time flies when you're having fun." he said, fully aware how cliché his line was. "And I'm glad we had a lot of fun while we could."

"Oh Armin, don't put it like that! You make it sound like once I get married, we won't be able to have fun together anymore."

"Sorry... I know we'll still have fun, but..." he trailed off, looking away from you. "But we won't have the same closeness as we do now. I mean, the fact of the matter is, you're going to be married. we can't be the... slightly crazy best friends who go ghost hunting in abandoned buildings... or who run down the beach pretending to be newly weds... remember that? When we were eighteen and made that spontaneous road trip?"

Armin began rambling, rubbing the back of his neck, choking up. There was clearly a lot of emotional turmoil in his chest, you could hear it in his voice and in the words he chose and the topics he brought up.

If you leave armin to ramble, he very quickly begins reminiscing on the past.

"I remember having a big, big crush on you in high school." he admitted.

"Oh really?" you looked at him curiously, the mood tinged with sadness.

"Yeah, I had a crush on you for so long, too. Remember when I asked you over to help me with learning how to speak English?" he asked, looking at you, and you hummed with a nod in reply. "Well" he continued, "Really, at that point, I wasn't struggling anymore to articulate myself, I just wanted an excuse to invite you over to my dorm more often."

"I had a suspicion!" you laughed in response to what he had just told you, "You know, because sometimes you'd say something very clearly like a native speaker when we were around friends, but then when I came over to help teach you, it felt like your English level mysteriously lowered."

"Yeah..." Armin chuckled, fixing his eyes at his shoes. They were polished to perfection.

Standing there in his neat suit, his mind raced. His heart pounded. there were unsaid things between you and him. That was clear to both of you for a long time.

"I think I fell a little bit in love."

You looked at him. Why, you asked yourself in the far back of your mind, oh why did he only get around to admitting to this now?

"I did as well." you said.

He looked at you and gave you a sad, faltering smile.

It was silent. Neither of you talked. But your emotions weren't silent at all; you could feel the amorous truths floating in the air between you and armin.

"I still love you." he said stupidly. Dumbly. Ridiculously. What a true idiot, confessing at the last minute.

Now he really went ahead and said something stupid. I love you. at your wedding.

You looked at him until tears slowly pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Armin, what are you saying?"

He heaved a watery sigh. "I'm selfish," he began, speaking in that languid yet melancholic yet sensual voice that only Armin could speak in, "I should only want you to be happy, but really all I truly want is to steal you away before you exchange your vows."

"Armin!" you pinched your brows together, nearly crying. "You can't be saying this... not right now."

"I'm sorry." he mumbled, "I'm sorry... I'm just in a strange mood... this is all feels surreal."

He almost wanted to admit that he wished you weren't getting married. Hell, he almost wanted to get on his knees to beg for your hand in marriage instead.

But he didn't do such things. No, he did something far more bizarre, and pressed a deliciously fervent kiss on your lips.

His one hand pulled you in close by the back of the head, while his other hand came to hold the waist of your bridal gown, delicate fingers feeling over delicate lace and silk.

After a moment of shock from feeling your best friend's lips, you melted right into his kiss. His embrace. His whole feeling. What an engulfing feeling he always had, it's no wonder you fell for him in the first place, and no wonder why you can't fully let him go even on your wedding day.

"Armin..." you mumbled after breaking from the kiss. You were surprised by his actions, by your reciprocation – you barely hesitated to kiss him back and that made armin's heart sing.

He looked at you like he was about to ask something. His hands held yours as you kept your palms flat against his chest.

But the two of you broke away the instant you heard someone's footsteps come to the door of the dressing room. There was a knock. It was time to get things going.

Outside, people were beginning to look around and wonder where the bride was. They'd been sat for some time now, watching your fiancé searchingly crane his neck around.

Though you and armin pretended nothing happened, your ragged breaths and tingling lips told a different story.

Armin took a seat and traced his fingertips over his lips.

Your wedding day was going so fast that it spooked him. He felt like he had to do something before it was too late. It felt like you were slipping through his fingers and he didn't want that. He wanted you right there in his hands.

But you were already stood under the wedding arch in the warm afternoon light with your hands being held by your fiancé.

Armin anxiously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.

He heard them say the line he was waiting for, "if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Now, if saying i love you wasn't wild enough of a thing to do at your best friend's wedding, then standing up and yelling "I object!" certainly was.

All eyes were on him; your blond best friend that everyone in the room knew very well. To see him shoot up out of his seat like that and practically scream his objection to your marriage was absurd. Comical. Something out of a romcom.

"I object... because..." he gulped and stopped talking for a moment.

You looked at him tearfully behind your veil. "Armin...?"

Hearing you call his name... oh to hell with it, he thought.

"I object because i'm selfish!" he nearly yelled.

The guests didn't know what to make of this situation. They felt awkward, except for your true friends. They were nearly splitting from holding in their laughter.

"Armin, what are you doing?" you asked, staring at him with wide-blown eyes of surprise.

He just continued madly, "I love her, and I can love her better than you." he directed boldly at your fiancé. "and she's loved me, and still loves me."

Oh the reactions of the people sat in the rows. How beautifully comical some of their expressions were, their faces seemed to ask what did he just say??

"Y/n," Armin continued, after taking a shaky breath, "Please, I'll beg you if I have to, be mine instead."

You looked at him incredulously. What the hell were you supposed to do? In this bizarre, romcom-like situation, it was a genuine question on your mind. Truly, what were you supposed to do or say in response to your best friend asking that at your wedding?

Well the only answer was to respond in the most bizarre, romcom-like way possible.

You very dramatically threw down the flowers you were holding, they thudded to the ground with a rustle, and you grabbed a fistful of your gown before dashing down the steps and running away from the wedding arch, leaving your fiancé to stand there, befuddled and shocked.

You decided to live your truth.

And your truth was that even after meeting another lover, none proved to be a greater lover than the boy you knew like the back of your hand.

The blond. The one with the bright eyes that intimidated you when you first met him. The one who used to say awkward jokes through his braces at fifteen. The sweetheart who was there at your lonely birthday parties throughout the years. An angel who held your hand through every sharp turn in your life up until this pivotal moment, this insane decision, this wild U-turn that you made.

"Let's go." you said and gave Armin your hand.

His eyes said it all. They were glittering in disbelief.

You threw a apologetic smile back at your fiancé. "Sorry." you mumbled half-heartedly. "I hope you'll find someone who's right for you. But that person isn't me!"

[aheckinmess]

Wash Away the Storm [Shinsou] (Angst)

(One-shot to 1/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots - posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Shinsou x OC, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shinsou Soothes the Mind and Soul, Tragedy Befalls the OC, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Our Favorite Purple-Haired Bean, Grief, Grieving OC

Word Count: 860 words

Summary: Following a devastating tragedy, Ichijiku is grateful when Shinsou inadvertently helps quiet her mind during her grief.

Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"Hey, are you okay? I heard about what happened last week."

"Do you need a minute?"

"You must be so sad! Why don't you go see Hound Dog?"

All of their voices melt together as I try to make sense of everything happening around me. Getting the call that my grandpa died is crushing, and I haven't really wanted to do much except train and fight to get out all of my anger and sorrow.

My friends in 1-A, however, nudge me to seek out help as opposed to my avoidance coping mechanisms. I'd do the same thing, but I don't know if I feel ready to talk about it right now.

Still, I make an empty promise that I'll go see Hound Dog to get Ashido to stop talking to me and then go walk into the forest after school. I don't feel like going home yet to see Naomi. It'll only serve as a reminder of who's not there.

"Are you ever not out here now?" A tired voice pierces through my tumultuous mind.

"Are you ever not out here in general?" I sass back, turning to the purple-haired offender with a roll of my eyes.

His lips quirk into a smile as suddenly my mind is blank. It's blissfully, peacefully blank. I've learned how to combat Shinsou's brainwashing with an exhaustive bout of mental fighting, but this afternoon I don't want to. I just close my eyes to let the darkness aid the empty feeling in my mind.

That's when Shinsou seems to realize there's a problem. My thoughts flood back and I drop to my bottom, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my forehead on them. Why'd you stop? I think. Why couldn't you just keep all of my memories away? To make the world go away for a little while longer...

"You didn't fight back, Sunshine." He comments softly, sitting down beside me in the grass. "That's not normal for you. Did something happen today?"

Right...Shinsou's still in General Studies. He hasn't shifted to the Hero Track yet. He wouldn't be close enough to anyone to know. I debate for a few moments if I should say anything, but ultimately decide we're close enough friends at this point to tell him.

"I guess it makes sense you wouldn't know yet. Not many outside of my class do." I choke out a little laugh. It lacks my usual humor. "I got news several days ago that my grandpa died while in the Navy." I want to cry, but I don't feel like it. I don't know that I have the energy anymore.

He doesn't make a sound, but I feel the tension in his arms. There's a long pause, not that I blame him. After all, how does one respond to that?

"Did my quirk give you a little break?" He asks after a moment. His arm gently wraps around my shoulders.

"Yeah." I breathe, once again hit with serenity when he brainwashes me and my mind quiets.

"Go ahead and get out a good cry." Shinsou whispers to me. Normally, I would fight this order. Shoot, my body even takes a second's pause like it's deciding whether to comply. But all of my sorrow suddenly combines together and splashes out of me onto his shoulder. "I'll keep you safe." He says as his hand strokes the back of my head and his other arm wraps around me.

Blissful, brainwashed fog swirls in my head as my body slumps onto his shoulder to be held. With a blank mind, I'm able to find that release of grief and tears without holding on so tightly to the pain that accompanies it.

By the time all of my tears are spent, he lets my mind go but I stay tucked into his side. It's so warm. Don't leave me. It feels so good in his arms. I decide to give myself a brief reprieve from grief and imagine what a life would be like with him. More moments like this, whether sad or content, pulled close into his arms to soak in his comfort and offer my own in return.

"Do you think he'd be proud of me?" I whisper.

"Your grandpa? For sure. I'm proud of you, and I rarely admit that to anybody." Shinsou says, shocking me abruptly. His shoulders shake with a snicker. "I mean it. I don't think I've ever seen someone work as hard as you do at helping others feel better, making sure they're alright, and at the same time juggling all of your own responsibilities and emotions. I can barely throw my scarf properly. But you," He pauses and I turn to look up at him. "You learn so quickly. You have the uncanny ability to take your weaknesses and reflect on them to immediately turn them into a strength. It's...nearly inhuman. I love that about you."

His words flood me with warmth and I sigh, relaxing.

"I appreciate that." And I mean it. "Is it okay if I stay here for a little while...with you?"

"I would never leave you to deal with this alone."

Want More Shinsou? Try: Coffee Cures

[rookfeatherrambles]

The Angel that Cries Ink

I thought all my followers were pornbots, but no, there are real people here! So I give you, all 13 people that follow me, one of two TMA projects that I'm going to write for when I have the time and energy. I call this the Ink Angel AU, or The Angel that Cries Ink. Jmart, probable Jonelias, though its not healthy or reciprocated. SFW Summary: Jon fucked up in his past life. A lot. Now he's Somewhere Else, when he really just doesn't want to exist any more, thanks fears- and held captive by Jonah Magnus under the institute. He is very sad, and cannot speak, and also has the prettiest wings. And he pines for Martin a lot. Edit: Apparently I'm tumblr illiterate, or its bugged, and i cannot add a 'keep reading' thing to it, so apologies for the long post. -------

"Do you speak?"

The man's voice echoes in the chamber, but the creature sitting inside the glass cage in the centre of the room says nothing. It only sits there, like it hasn't heard him at all.

"Say something," the man entreats, getting closer, close enough that the creature can see the gleam in his eyes, a hunger to know, that it recognizes- from the mirror.

Jon knows this man, but what he knows doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore. The man in the cage sits on his cot, long brown and white streaked hair loose about his head, dressed in what he was given. A hospital gown, or something of similar material, hung from his dark frame, accentuating just how thin he is. His hands hugging his chest is a move both vulnerable and showcases that that he doesn't need to breathe. It does nothing to keep out the chill of the room, but the massive, grey feathered wings that adorn the man's back do a good enough job that when he's alone- apart from the ever watchful red eye of the camera in the corner, he curls up in them, wraps himself up in their softness and warmth and tries to pretend he's somewhere, anywhere else.

"You are a most mysterious creature," The man outside the cage is talking again, but the captive isn't listening, focused on the sensations he's experiencing. His hands clutching his arms, his heart beating in his chest slow and hollow, the goosebumps on his skin, the hardness of the cot beneath him. His body was once marked by all manner of nightmarish things, but now, he was as unblemished as a newborn babe. And in his perfection, he knows, lies his shame. They'd given him a flawless, if too-slender body, an angular face with quiet elegance to it, and wings soft and striking. It was all done out of spite. A call back to the throne, the power, the majesty he'd held for so long over them. He knows this, and he hates it.

What a horrid joke this all was. He shouldn't exist after what he'd done, and yet... here he was, denied even that courtesy.

The man taps on the glass, and Jon makes the mistake of twitching slightly, of letting him know he was aware of his presence.

The laugh Elias Bouchard- no, Jonah Magnus lets out is so self satisfied, the angel in the cage has the briefest image of himself shattering the glass and leaping onto him, his hands crushing around his windpipe-

but no, he has no energy, and no strength of will, no matter how much his hands itch for that throat. To feel it bob and swallow and convulse as he squeezes the life from its owner. Jon's teeth clench, but he doesn't move again.

Still, Elias taps, undaunted. "So you can hear me. Very good."

Then his voice takes on a different timbre.

"I want you to look at me."

Jonathan Sims feels the Eye's power ricochet through his skull, but has no real compulsion to obey. Neat trick, he thinks dully. That's new.

If he doesn't obey though, he'll never know peace. So, slowly, ever so slowly he lifts his head, his salt and pepper hair shifting across his face as he turns, and looks the man directly into his eyes, his expression blank.

Within those arrogant, ambitious and malicious gray irises, he sees not a single shred of recognition and the revelation makes him feel ill. So that's how it is, not only was he alive against his wishes, he had been slotted so neatly into this world by the entities he hates, all so that he can play whatever new part they've all crafted for him. Sickening.

If there had been a Jonathan Sims before him, he knows the man- the child, even- is long dead.

Elias looks pleased with his compliance. "You're a marvel, you are. Just look at those wings. And you clearly have intelligence... I would believe you came from the Good Lord above if it weren't for those lovely markings. No, those tell me quite clearly you come from a different sort of God. A less benevolent one, perhaps?"

That smile. Those eyes. That face. Jon feels that briefest flicker of anger again, flaring into life in the centre of his chest only to be snuffed out again by the enormity of his grief. Leave me alone.

He turns away again, feeling the sting in his eyes, the pressure, and he blinks as the tears come, black as soot, the only thing that mars his handsome features- black tear tracks rolling down his cheeks, dripping onto the thin sheet he was given and staining it irrevocably.

"There you go again," Elias muses. "With the tears. Why are you so sorrowful? Tell me, I absolutely must know. What dreadful, painful secret do you hide behind that pretty face?" He whispers the words, almost to himself.

Jon says nothing, shoulders bowed, head lowered as he weeps silently.

Elias scoffs, once. Impatience was a rare emotion out of the man, but Jon is too lost in his own tumultuous emotions of pain, loss and regret that he doesn't register it. "I will get it out of you eventually," he says, voice a lot more serious. More promising. "One way or another."

For a second, Jon's fingers curl against the sheets and his quiet shaking breaths stop entirely. That flame of anger sparks brilliantly to life inside of him, powerful enough to banish the ache in his chest briefly.

His body bristles, wings rising up behind him with a soft rustling sound, the vibrant greens of the eye-spots on each feather shimmering with iridescence as they catch the light. He turns all six of his brown eyes towards his captor once more, but instead of bleak, shallow emptiness behind them, Elias is faced with a dark and terrible depth, an intense look that makes him feel like he is being consumed by the creature before him and that it has found the meal wanting. He stiffens in response, but in a blink, his newest obsession is looking away, back to passivity, back to being boring, the other four eyes closed again.

Elias straightens his tie, feeling agitated, aggrieved. He schools his expression into a cold mask. "One day, creature, I will get everything I want from you. And when that day comes, I will take you apart piece by piece and mount your wings on the wall of my home."

And then, Elias Bouchard, no, Jonah Magnus, head and founder of the Magnus Institute, turns on his heel and strides out, slamming the door behind him.

After several moments, the lights in the room click off as well, plunging the wretched thing that is Jonathan Sims into darkness once more.

[da-lil-muffin]

What if its too late, I remember the sparkes and excitement of a crush in high-school. I remember the thrill and joy and longing of a new lover in college. But now I go on dates and meet people and swip on tinder where is the feeling. That falling the wishing.

I read fan fiction because they are full of overwhelming lust and attraction. The whirlwind of it all.

Why don't I get butterflies anymore. A first kiss is just an action, not a feeling anymore. I'm not enthralled by the hands of a man when he pulls me close. I'm not giddy when a woman texts me back. I don't kick my feet and bubble with anticipation before a date.

Has my brain developed and left my hormones in the dust. They say your brain full develops at 25. The last time I felt a big rush of romance was before I turned 25. All my friends are getting married and moving in and settling down. I'm living with roommates and going to work and playing video games and reading fanfics.

I went on a date for the first time in two years and there was something missing. I had a good time it was fun but not existing they way I remember feeling before. He kissed me and held me close but there was no rise in my chest, no longing or wishing. I pulled away too soon but didn't want to go back. Have I lost something now that my brain is fully formed. Was je just the wrong person ? Is there a right person, someone who can still make my breath short, who will sweep me off my feet with a wink.

I want to believe I can still have the romance I remember but I don't see how to reach it. I don't catch crushes like I used to, I don't meet anyone new. Work work work, sleep, eat repeat.

Over the summer, I meet a new coworker. We made plans to go for a picnic and was excited to *go on a date* more than to go on a date *with them*. Turned out to be a "friend" activity and they have a partner and aren't Poly. I wasn't actually sad, I had a good time anyhow and have a new good friend.

But it seems all my feelings have flattened, no highs or lows.

It's not like depression I know that well, the lack of anything the empty void. This new lack isn't that, just something missing something I can't explain. Something I miss. Something I'm afraid I can never have back.

[moni-logues]

I have sat on this because, tbh, idk what to say (I also, if I'm actually being honest, need a medication review because I do not think my brains and feelings are normally calibrated rn lol, but that's a whole other thing).

(putting this under a cut because WOW it got long and I'm so sorry that this is such a self-indulgent ramble but I've been thinking about all this for ages now)

I never set out for this to be an angsty fic, or a fic about mental health, or a fic that needed actual trigger warnings. Believe it or not, the first conception of this fic was a little drabble or one shot about how cute and fun it is to have a crush on someone 🤣🤣

Somehow, it became what it is now! And idk if it's because there is some of me in this and I have sometimes been reader and/or yoongi, but I genuinely didn't think I was doing anything. I didn't think the things I was writing would matter or would hit people or would be remarkable in any kind of way. This is... This is just life, right? ☠️ (See above re: medication lol)

But I was also a little bit worried about it. Especially That Chapter (that one). Because people wouldn't believe it and they'd think I was doing it just for the drama and they'd think I was making light of something or using pain for entertainment (which, actually, yeah, technically cause this writing IS entertainment but their pain is fictional. Soooo). And I just thought maybe it would come out like a telenovela and not as someone trying to write a Real person going through shit?? Or sth idk

But you're not the only person to comment in the way you have. And I honestly never really know what to do with it. Because it's unbelievable to me that something I created can be cared about; it doesn't seem possible that people can read my story and be moved by it or see themselves in it or find meaning in it. Because it's just my silly little story right? And I'm also sad because I never want anyone to feel the way the characters do.

And I feel like there isn't a response from me that does justice to it. How can I just say thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it and I hope you don't feel that way anymore and just.. that's it? Idk. It makes me happy, personally, that I have created something that means something to people and that the things I throw out into the void sometimes hit people square in the chest yknow? That does mean something to me but none of it seems to matter more than what matters to you? Does that make sense?

I guess it's like, you post a fic and relinquish control of it (death of the author and stuff I guess) and if no one reads it, it becomes abandoned somehow, orphaned, so when people do read it, that sustains it, and when people like it, when they take it into their hearts, it gives them another life somewhere else to live and it's a kind of shared private life where we have this connection to other people who enjoyed it (and to the person who wrote it) but we also have a private relationship with the fic and what it means to us specifically, individually.

And that's connection, right? That's what we're here for, that's what we want, as people , as humans, that's how we survive. And I'm terribly forever alone and traumatically independent and love to isolate myself from everyone but also... I post this shit and I put some of myself into it, and effort and heart, and there's always a little bit of your soul in everything you make because the above might be true but I am still human and I DO want connection, desperately, secretly, on the inside, and so like

This sort of comment is hard to compute because I want it to be true but I also can't believe it because I'm just Me and nothing I do is worth anything. Except when you guys tell me that it is. And I guess that's healing too. And I guess I need my own journey like I've given reader. And I guess you sharing this and taking the time to tell me what this thing I wrote means to you is part of that journey.

So when I say thank you for reading and thank you for reblogging, like... I really mean that shit. It's not perfunctory; it's not politeness. And sorry for using your reblog for all this introspection and shit you didn't ask for 😅 but thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Kintsugi [Masterlist]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Current word count: 98.5k

Content: alcohol consumption/drunkenness, language, Yoongi and reader are both depressed, some very bad mental health, lots of glib comments and jokes about death and suicide, reader tries to make herself sick (NOT food/ED-related, does not succeed), mention of a suicide attempt, Yoongi has a depressive episode, reader has a depressive episode, self-harm (cutting), death (Yoongi's grandfather), a little bit of vomit (alcohol induced)

Smut: protected sex, fingering, semi-public sex/sex in a public place, oral sex (f. receiving)

Specific warnings will be posted for each chapter and this list will be updated as I go.

Chapter One - Peaches 5.5k

"Not everyone wants more friends. Some people just want to get through the day and make it home."

Chapter Two - Rebound 8.2k

“Well, maybe we’re both good at hiding it.”  

“Maybe we are".

Chapter Three - What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead 11.1k

“No one’s ever... No one’s ever taken care of me before.” 

Chapter Four - Someone old, someone new 8.1k

"Years of counselling and it turns out nothing makes you feel the joy of being alive like when you really fucking like someone."

Chapter Five - The other shoe 7.2k

It hit you at that moment: you would always be you... You'd always just be... this.

Chapter Six - Yoongi, after all 6.4k

You smiled, grateful to him, as you often were. Always were.

Chapter Seven - You! Me! Dancing! 6.1k

Come hell or high water, it would be fun.

Chapter Eight - Nostos 9.4k

You would love, value, and forgive him enough for the lot of them.

Chapter Nine - Crush 6.2k

"You said it yourself: your feelings are bloody loud."

Chapter Ten - Impasse 8.3k

"You know someone has to go first, right?"

Chapter Eleven - The mountain 5.4k

... it sounded like you needed closure. As if you didn’t know that already. Didn’t everyone?

Chapter Twelve - Peaches pt.2 3.2k

It was not every day that you ripped yourself open and placed your fluttering heart before them, hoping, praying that they felt the same.  

Chapter Thirteen - Damage Control 7k

"He can want me and tell me or he can want me and not tell me, but if he doesn’t tell me, he can’t have me."

Chapter Fourteen - Me, too 6k

“Me, too. I haven’t wanted anyone else since the day we met.” 

[redsaurrce]

BEST OF ME

YandereJungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive, Profanity, kissing

Synopsis: A best girl like you deserves nothing but the best

Word count: 849 !

Author's note: My first work in yandere category, enjoy my deep shit writing *cries and runs away*

"You know I like you right?" You asked the question while Jungkook fiddled with the table cloth as he looked at you.

Your eyes eager for an answer.. several seconds felt like eternity. Were you already getting rejected? Jungkook's eyes flickered, a lump seemed to form in his throat, he didn't like the pain in your eyes.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I knew you like me but I'm afraid I can't say the same." Your heart broke at his words and Jungkook's heart broke at the site. But he knows well, he knows that he's the only one left you can turn to for comfort after getting turned down by your crush Jeong-hwan sitting next to Jungkook.

Earlier you've asked Jeong-hwan to meet up but didn't expect his best friend, Jungkook, who have become your close friend as well in the past few days to show up along with him.

The hot drinks that was for the three of you kept on the same table was getting cooler as it remained untouched.

"Um.. I understand." You said while shifting your focus to the drink.

"I'm grateful Y/N. I'll take my leave then." He said as he took his jacket off the chair and walked away.

Jungkook was still sitting there, waiting for you to say something.

This isn't right, you shouldn’t be so sad, it's not like you were turned down by him. "Y/N you wanna grab a drink?" You looked at him after hearing his offer, about to breakdown any moment.

You lightly and lazily nodded at the idea, it was already getting dark but you didn't mind going all blank tonight.

-

He drove you to a bar, an expensive bar. From now on he must treat you to the best things, best bar, best car, best house, best gifts and become the best boyfriend.

You both walked to the counter and he ordered you the best wine, strong enough. He looked at your face as you took a sip, "He shouldn't have led me on like this if he knew I liked him." Your tears threatening to spill.

Jungkook quickly held your nape and shifted himself closer for a hug, he felt his chest getting wet, you were crying he figured.

Ugh he hated it so much. "What an asshole." He murmured with anger. You sobbed, he was right.

You squeezed his shirt as your cries got louder which was muffled as you he squeezed you a bit more in his hug.

You finally broke the hug and looked at him, "Why are you here? You are his best friend. " You asked as you finally managed to gather your thoughts. He blinked.

Best friend? Never! It was a facade to get close to you, he likes to be the best, even if it meant to become the best friend of your crush and then threaten him in the best way possible to never lurk around you ever again.

He shook his head, "Not anymore after I saw his true colors."

You gulped, true colors he says? Then what were your colors? Why did it look like that his face was getting closer.. that too..for a.. kiss? And you were equally tempted to crash your lips in those.

What the fuck. You internally shook yourself, snap out of it Y/N!

"Y/N would you like to take a revenge on him?" He asked you, his eyes suddenly turning darker, he looked intimidating.

"Revenge?" You raised your eyebrows, you swear you hadn't had enough shots of that expensive wine still you found yourself getting high.

"Yes, baby." And it didn't take a second for him to lean and attach his lips to yours. You were drunk, it was a drunk move, your drunken tendencies kept wanting to get drunker, it kept wanting to keep kissing him because he made sure to give you the best kiss.

You both detached yourselves while panting for air, he leaned further down to kiss your exposed collarbone. A sensation of electricity ran down your spine. Lord he loved your reflexes so much, it turns him on like a maniac.

He lightly bit on your neck and you threw your head back, everything happening in public, in the bar but nobody really paid attention.

So what if nobody did? What was he doing? What were you doing?

You opened your eyes and looked across his shoulder, you spotted Jeong-hwan sitting at a corner looking at you both while a girl was sitting on top of his lap.

You looked at otherside and whispered to Jungkook, "Revenge you say? Alright I'm in."

Jungkook smirked, his devious plan worked so smoothly, for the best ofcourse.

For a long time he'd have rejected so many girls but the moment he saw you talk so confidently in front of your parents' company boss- his parents, he was so mesmerized by your aura that he knew you were his best girl and you both would be the best couple- the power couple!

"Sure enough baby!" And he knew that from today onwards you will never leave him because he's the best for you. He will prove it to you.

Tysm for reading, feedback is HIGHLY appreciated mwah 💖

[queers-gambit]

inspired by your 'dating billy' hcs, could you maybe write something about billy trying to self-sabotage/start a fight with the reader out of insecurity and she doesn't play along and comforts him?

mmmmhhhh your mind 🤤

dating Billy HC's - for any who are interested.

Mom's Pot Roast

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 1.8k+

note: i tweaked it juuuust a bit. so, it's not that she 'doesn't play along' but more so that she knows how to handle him, and dishes it right back at him. also i'm so sorry it took so long but it's here!

warnings: cursing - oh, shocker! Billy Boy being insecure, getting angry, light angst with light comfort.

"For fuck's sake," you groaned for the 8th time in 20 minutes. "Are you seriously still going on about that? Let it go, Billy! It's old now!"

"You know, it's not so easy to let go of!" Billy raged, eyes slitted and hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he chose the 'long way' around to your house. A decision he was now regretting. "How the fuck am I supposed to feel, then, huh!? Since you know everything - tell me how I should feel about this!"

"I don't know, but getting mad at me for Jason's incessant flirting isn't the way to go, jackass!" You pointed out, rolling your eyes with more intensity than you intended; arms crossing and slumping lightly in your seat to stare out of the window.

"You used to have a crush on him! You literally told me that yourself!" Billy was fully yelling, his panic making his lungs work overtime to expel air angrily. "So, what? Am I suddenly dating a slut who wants to date me, and then fuck Jason on the side!? Behind my back!?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" You shouted again, shooting up in your seat to round on him with a heavy glare, hands in the air to emphasize your words as you grew beyond your frustration point. "Billy! Slow down and just listen to yourself! I don't like Jason anymore, okay? That's just laughable at this point, I spend more time ranting in anger about him than I ever did about me liking him! I don't even tolerate him because I'm stupidly in love with you, Billy! You got that? Listen to me, I wouldn't be dating you if I had feelings for anyone else, I wouldn't do that to you. So don't try to put words in my mouth, or assign blame to me when it was Mr. Hewitt who told me I was going to tutor Jason - he didn't give me an option!"

"You didn't exactly fight it! You know he and I don't get along, but then all of a sudden you're his tutor? How the fuck do you think that makes me look - or fucking feel!?"

"OH-HO-HO! I didn't know I needed to fight my teacher on his own decisions! I didn't know my boyfriend was so fucking insecure that I needed permission to do a favor for a teacher!"

"First, Mr. Hewitt didn't give you a choice - and now, you're saying shit about permission, as if you did have a fucking choice! Which is it!? "

"You sound fucking insane," you huffed, shaking your head and turning rightfully in your seat.

"Fine," he relented, finally pulling into your neighborhood. "Then when you get out, don't bother coming back."

"Excuse the fuck outta you?" You gaped at him, arms crossed tightly. "What did you say?"

"You heard me. If I'm so insecure, we don't need to be together. Then you can do what you want, when you want, with no worries about me. Congrats, you're free. Get out."

"Billy," you sighed when he pulled up in front of your house; car jerking to a halt. "That's not fucking happening - "

"It's what I want - "

"I don't give a fuck right now!" You raged now, flipping the script on him as he flinched from the sound of your voice. "We're not breaking up because of this - that's fucking stupid! You didn't care about what I wanted earlier - so, I don't care now! If you wanna break my heart, you need a damn good reason to do it!"

"I don't know what else to do - "

"Fucking talk to me," you begged, chest heaving from anger, and now, sadness. "Fucking fight with me! Show me you still care! Please! What's really going on? Why're you acting like this?"

Billy sighed, deflating into his seat as he threw his car in park; hands raising to his exasperated face. "I don't know, sweetheart..." He whispered. "I don't know anymore."

"No, you do. You do know. Only you know, because it's your emotions, your head. Just tell me," you tried again. "Please talk to me, don't shut me out."

"I just - " He cut himself off with a harsh sigh, nodding slowly. "I guess you said it before..."

"What'd I say?"

"'M insecure," he mumbled, shaking his head. "And seeing you with Jason all week drove me fuckin' mad. I know before I came to town, you had a crush on him - "

"We're talking middle school, you know that?" You sighed softly. "Billy, when we were in the 8th grade, yeah, I might've had a crush on Jason for a summer or two. I grew outta that, but then, yeah, you showed up, and flipped my world upside down, completely made me fall in love." You reached over and managed to catch one of his hands, placing it in your lap with a sigh before continuing, "And I knew you were who I wanted - not Jason, not Eddie, not Steve fucking Harrington, not Tommy Hagen - or Tommy Elis! I wanted you - "

"If you wanted any of them, you could have them."

"Yeah, you're right," you nodded slowly. "And remember that when I remind you that you are the only one I fucking want. Okay? Bee, seriously, you don't get to just break up with me 'cause you're upset. That's not fair. Not to me."

"I know," he whispered, brows slowly crinkling as he shut his eyes.

"You promised you wouldn't hurt me..."

"I won't - "

"Well, picking at us like this is hurtful," you pointed out softly, tightening your grip on his hand. "You said you would be part of my peace, but you're picking these fights and threatening to break up - th-that I'm worried you actually want to break up."

Billy was quiet for a moment, but it was a moment too long.

"Oh, my God," you whimpered, pulling your hand back. "You want to break up, don't you?"

"No, baby, hey," Billy pulled himself out of his self pity when he realized your thoughts had taken over. He reached over to snatch your hand back, seeing the tears instantly filling your eyes. "No, baby, hey, I'm so sorry. I don't want to break up, you hear me? I don't want to be without you. I'm so sorry," he whispered, yanking you into his embrace.

You whined a little and snapped the seatbelt off, climbing over the center console, and settling on his lap. He sighed when you folded instantly on-top of him, arms tight around your waist to let your face push into the junction of his neck and shoulder.

"You know I hate it when you do this," you whispered finally. "I get that you're insecure, baby, I really do, but I'm here with you, not against you. I just want to be with you. Fuck, you're all I want - I don't want to be without you, either."

"I'm sorry, pet," he repeated.

"No," you sighed, "I'm sorry, because I knew you didn't like him, and I knew I could've gone to Mr. Hewitt to refuse. I'm sorry I didn't."

He nodded meekly, "Doesn't make this right. Doesn't make what I said and how I was actin' okay. You don't deserve that."

You smiled a bit, pulling back to pet over his cheeks, "It's okay. I know how you get, but you gotta stop throwing up every obstacles in my way, I'm just here to help you."

"I know," he groaned a bit, flopping his head back to the headrest of the carseat. "Fuck, I know I fucked up - "

"No, hang on, stop that," you sighed, doing your best not to deflate backwards as you would ram into the horn of his steering wheel. "Will you just pause, please? Billy, you get so wrapped up in your own head that you kinda miss the point of things. I love you, and I'm here to help you - comfort you - love you. I can't do that if you're trying to pull the rug out from under me, okay? I'm sorry I had to raise my voice, but I know you don't listen unless I get loud. So, look, if you can just promise the next time we fight, you'll actually just pause for a moment, then I promise I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here to help you navigate your head and heart, but don't push me away. Sometimes I think you really want me gone."

"Nah," he whispered, "I don't want you gone, baby. No matter what I say when I'm angry, let me tell you now, when I'm feeling remorse, that I don't ever want you gone." He sighed, letting his eyes lift to his car's roof, then drop back to your eyes; lips shifting as he then swallowed. "I promise you, whenever we fight, I'll pause a little, and I'll try to listen to you. I'm sorry, baby, I don't wanna be without you, but fuck, seeing you with another guy..."

"It made you think about actually seeing me with someone else? In case we ever broke up?"

He nodded, a tear falling from the corner of his eye, "You always could read me better than I could."

You sighed, leaning in to rest your forehead on his, petting your fingertips down his cheek after sweeping your thumb to clear the tears off his skin. After a calming moment, you lowered your lips to his, letting them mold and fold together slowly, pulling back to assure in a whisper against his lips, "I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded, "I love you. So much, baby, 'm so sorry."

You smiled lightly, "I love you, too, and this fight is officially over, right?" He nodded again, making you smile, "Now... Do you wanna come in? Don't you have that English paper due?"

Billy chuckled, "You actually gonna help me?"

"Did you read The Canterbury Tales?"

He paused, "Well... No... Not really..."

"So, yeah, I'm gonna help. You need it."

Then, Billy pouted, "Are we really working?"

"Yes," you laughed a little, leaning in to peck his lips. "But if you finish the essay before midnight, I'll suck you off...?"

Billy laughed loudly, doubling forward into your chest - letting your arms coil around his neck to hold him in place. You felt his lips peck over your neck before nuzzling his nose into your pulse point, "Good deal, pretty girl. All right, yeah," he sighed again, "let's go in."

"Mom made dinner," you smiled at him, pecking his temple as you pushed some curls behind his ear. "Rumor has it, she made pot roast again..."

Billy perked up some, "Forreal?"

"Mhm. But we gotta get the introduction paragraph done before we have any. Deal?"

He paused, "You drive a hard bargain... But for head and your mom's pot roast, I'll accept."

"I knew it," you laughed some, leaning in to peck his lips again. "C'mon, Grumpy Gills," you opened his car door, taking his hand in your own to pull him behind you.

[princeblack]

he's hyper aware of the fact she's naked as she turns to face him, her hands cupping his cheeks and making him blush faintly, almost hating that his body can't stop reacting to her even when she's trying to speak to him seriously. staying quiet, he listens to her speak, pain in his eyes even if they aren't teary anymore.

he tries to process what she's saying, not wanting to bring kids into the world for the sake of their families but still wanting them. "so you're saying you do want to have kids with me, but not unless i cut my family off?" he asks it a little bluntly, but his tone is soft and sad. he's too tired and drunk to really unpack what any of this means and it's getting to him, making him feel dizzy and almost nauseous.

there's so much to think about, between trying to unpack what all happened tonight to what it means about walburga, and if she really would be a bad grandmother to have in the picture. he can't fault salem for feeling this way, especially after being triggered to her own traumatic experiences less than half an hour ago. "you know i'm always going to choose you," he starts slowly, his chest aching and the lump in his throat hurting again. "you're my family now. but i really need time to figure out what all of this means..." he pauses, bringing his palm up to cover her hand on his face. "my family is overwhelming me right now, and i'm just... please be patient with me. and please trust that i'm going to pick you at the end of the day, no matter what." it hurts and he can't process any more than he already has, not right now. he just wants support from the one person he feels really cares about him right now.

she tries to tell him he isn't like his parents and it's hard for him to believe, but he wants to. it feels like he doesn't know who he is yet, or even what he should do about most things. but he's grateful that she thinks of him as a good person, and that she said she loves him. she presses her nose to his and he catches his breath, her lips so close that it's driving him crazy. he wants to kiss her, especially because she's pressed against him and her tits are on his chest, making him shiver.

before he can, she pulls away and he almost misses what she's saying because he's staring at her lips longingly. "i'm in love with you," he says seriously, gaze moving from her pretty mouth to her body, looking at the way her chest is squishing against his. "i've never felt anything like this..." her nose brushes against his again and he looks back down at her lips, wanting to kiss her more by the second. "i'm yours," he agrees, in response to her words.

her arms are wrapping around his shoulders now, asking for the bath he'd promised, making him flush. leaning down, he scoops an arm under her knees and picks her up, his other arm wrapping firmly around her back to support her so he can carry her. he stares down at her, unable to keep his eyes off the way her tits bounce as he picks her up, still being crushed against his chest. he wants her more than anything, wishing he could worship every part of her perfect body.

he carries her into his personal bathroom, which is a lot larger than it should be, covered in marbled tile with a hot tub in one corner. he places her down on the fluffy carpet in front of it, his hands lingering at her waist. straightening himself up, he starts to unbutton the rest of his lace shirt. once it's hanging open, he reaches over to turn the water on, pulling the drain up. "are you going to undress me or should i take my own clothes off, like a peasant?" he's just teasing, already reaching for the button on his pants to undo them.

regulus was the smartest person she's ever met, after all there weren't many people their age who knew how to create their own spells. he was like no one else she's ever known but there was something else about him that kind of surprised her. he was sensitive, almost naive in a way he wanted to see the best in things and situations even as a death eater he never seemed hateful but as though he truly believed this message their elders passed down to him, making him think he'd be some type of hero to purebloods. it's even now, he speaks of his actions as if he'd actually done anything wrong or if anything he could've done would've prevented his mother from being a psychotic bitch. "reg, no offense but I think she would've found a way to attack me regardless of what you did or didn't say...I'm just happy you did say something." she assures him with a sad smile.

she doesn't disagree that walburga seems passionate about her son, not really knowing anything of her relationship with the eldest other than a locked bedroom and a portrait with his face burnt off. but she's not so sure how she feels about the way the woman seems to go about her 'love' for regulus in fariness she never had much of a good relationship with her own mother but what kind of woman freaks out that their son is happy with the woman he's going to spend the rest of his life with? she simply sighs unsure how to process any of this or even tell him how she feels.

she loves him more than life itself and she wants nothing more than to spend her life by his side, starting a family with him and growing old together. which is why she's thrown off by his response to her words, brows knitting together in confusion as blue eyes flicker towards regulus, turning to face him after he let her skirt fall.. "I know you wouldn't...baby look at me." both of her hands coming up to cup his cheeks, looking at him with adoring and worried eyes as she watches the confusion and pain inside of them. "I want to bring kids into this world but not for the sake of our families or some stupid ideals on bloodlines, I want to have your babies and I want to raise those kids together but..." she brushes her thumb against his cheek. "I don't want our kids to be raised around conditional love and anger....I don't want to have another family dinner where your mother is accusing me of making you act out and embarrassing you and I don't want my children to ever have to fear for themselves around their grandparents. I know you would never let anything or anyone hurt them or me and I know you want to protect me but we have to make a decision for their future and I'm not so sure being inside this house forever is safe." she tries to explain, assuring him she's not having second thoughts on their family or him just that she wants better for their future children. "and you are not your parents oh god, you are the most brilliant and sweet person I've ever met. you're nothing like them just because you share a last name doesn't mean you would be a bad parent. I do believe you, and I love you and I need you to understand that you are a good person regulus." she leans up nudging her nose against him, trying to ignore the fact she's comforting him without any clothes on.

"I love you and I'm proud of the man I'm going to marry, sweet boy." she pulls back, looking up into his eyes with a kind smile. before him she was a lot angrier, a lot more chaotic and alone but he's shown her what love is and what it can be like. "this marriage isn't about them anymore, not to me. it's about you and me and I'm willing to play nice with your mom until the wedding but after that...you're not hers anymore." she says softly brush her nose against his. "you're mine."

she feels overwhelmed still, her throat hurts from crying and her eyes sting she just wants everything to work out and she wants to stop being so stressed about everything. but most of all she just wants to feel his touch again and be wrapped up in his arms and despite her tears she can't help but feel a bit needy as well. his words about having her whenever and wherever still in her thoughts as she stands here being undressed by him, especially as his fingers wrap around her panties to pull those down as well, still wet from that same moment earlier in the night. she smiles warmly, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders all pressed up against him. "I'd really like my bath now if you wanna still give it to me."

[itzy0megaverse]

how would alpha!itzy confess their feelings to omega!reader who is also a member of the group? <3

An : Thank you for the request but I've never done a 6th member au before... I have done it as you asked but just be aware the whole 6th member part might not be as good 😭😭

A!Itzy confessing their feelings to 6th member O!reader

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : slightly angst, nothing else

*in this scenario you and Ryujin are roomies*

Yeji

"Is everything ok?" You're worried. You were sat playing on your phone with some other members there when Leader Yeji suddenly asked you to come to her room with her. It wasn't light hearted either. She sounded like this was going to be a serious talk. That feeling was made worse when she asked Chaeryeong to leave so you could be alone. After she'd left, you'd asked if everything was ok. "Sit down I need to get something off my chest." Hesitantly, you do as the alpha requested, sitting on the edge of her bed. Yeji grabbed a chair to sit directly in front of you.

"I've been thinking a lot recentl- well, for a long time actually. I'd noticed something about me that I didn't really like." Her voice was low and serious. "Yeji you'r-" "Please, just listen for now... I need to get this all out first then we can talk about it after." She pleaded with her eyes as well as her voice so the omega in you submits. You nod your head to tell her to continue.

"As our leader, I want to protect all of you. I want to love all of you. I want to respect all of you. Equally... but that's not happening. I can't decide these emotions and I love all the other members equally but you. You're so much more to me. I really like you... In more than a friend way." Yeji leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, taking her hands in yours and looking into your eyes.

"I tried to deny it for so long because a leader should love all her members equally and who know what will happen with our careers.... but I can't hold it in anymore. I want to be your alpha."

[lq but it's the closest reaction]

Lia

You had a break from schedules and were lazing about at the dorms, in your room playing games all day. You'd stay there all day but you need snacks. Leaving the room you heard muffled voices that cleared up as you got closer to the living room. You froze in the doorway when you heard what Lia was saying.

"Why does she have to be so cute all the time though!! She isn't even trying!! She'll literally just be talking about what to eat for dinner and I wanna squish her little face in." Yeji was sat on the floor listening to Lia ramble and pace back and fourth in front of her. You'd never seen Lia when she had a crush so you stayed quiet and kept watch. With a massive sigh, Lia asked the question on her mind. "Is it bad to date a fellow member?" She likes a different member?? You think. Yeji stared at her for a few seconds then mumbled a sad "I don't know." Lia's head dropped as another sigh fell out. "I'm never going to have y/n as my omega, am I?" Wait. She likes me!?

Lia, still with slumped shoulders and bowed head, she goes to slug off towards her room..... but you're still there in the doorway. Panicked, she blurts out "How much of that did you hear!?"

Ryujin

You're sat watching a drama in the living room snuggled up with Chaeryeong. Sat on the floor wrapped up in the same blanket as her like a giant burrito with her laptop playing the show on the coffee table. You're both so absorbed in the show that it terrifies the both of you when Ryujin storms past and down the corridor to your room. Chaeryeong leans forward to pause the show as you both stare down the corridor to where Ryujin had just been. You look back and ask "Did something happen?" but Chaeryeong had no answer either. You decide to go and check on her.

Knocking on the door gently to let her know you're there, you walk in to her looking herself in the mirror. "You ok?" You stand next to her leaning into the desk she's sat at. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing anyway." With one last ruffle of her hair, she pushes away from the mirror and over to the dresser where she keeps her pajamas. Normally, cracking a joke makes Ryujin forget and eases the tension so you try it now. "Oh! My memory has suddenly gone and nothing happened.... Why am I in here to comfort you?" She let's out one chuckle with her back turned to you and nothing else follows.

Joking didn't work so it's time to be serious. You let out a sigh and try reassuring her. "Ryujin, please tell me what's wrong." With pajamas in hand, she goes to leave your room but not before whispering "It's stupid anyway..." Ryujin hoped you didn't hear but when you slammed the door shut she knew you had. "It's never stupid if it's bothering you this mu-" She cuts you off and starts speaking sarcastically but you can tell what she's saying is truthful. "Oh yeah, because having feelings for a band mate isn't stupid at all and getting annoyed when she's cuddling with anothet member is completely normal and struggling to share a room with someone you like is very natural even though you've shared a room with them for, like, 3 years now.... Yeah... That sounds so normal."

Caught off guard, she passes by you and out the door easily while your stunned. You know she's probably taking a shower so you wait for her by snuggling up in bed.... Hers not yours.

Chaeryeong

You knock gently on Chaeryeong's door, knowing that Yeji was in the kitchen and she was alone in there. "Hello?" You hear from the other side. "Can I come in?" A second of silence. "...Yeah!" Nudging open the door and slipping in, you spot Chaeryeong sat up on the bed, awkwardly watching you. She'd look at you for a second, then away, then back and away again. She'd completely avoid eye contact when you sit next to her.

"Is everything ok?.... Like... Between us..?" Chaeryeong had been acting different throughout all your schedules today, not talking to you unless necessary, sitting with other members every chance she got and was consistently avoiding you all day. From memory, you hadn't said anything to upset her so it was confusing as to what brought this on.

Chaeryeong sighed as her shoulders fell and head fell into her hands, defeated. "None of this is your fault... It's all me.. I'm not doing this because I don't like you, I'm doing this because I like you too much." Her face was still buried in her hands so you couldn't see her reaction nor her see yours. You were frozen in shock until a few gentle sobs broke into your ears. "How can I have a crush on one of my members!?"

Instinctively, you hug her. Her face still buried in her hands and your face buried in her hair.

Yuna

"Like why does it have to be so difficult!?" You're walking back and forth in Yuna's room complaining about the dance practice earlier today. There's this one move you just can't seem to wrap your head around and it's really bothering you so you needed to rant to someone. Yuna ended up being your victim. "Like how in the WORLD am I meant to swing my leg over while both hitting my foot against the floor and NOT hitting my foot agai-"

Your brain shuts off completely when Yuna is suddenly in front of you, pulling her face into hers and attatching your lips together. Sweet, soft, coffee scented lips on yours. Randomly. She waits until she feels you relax and kiss back a little, then she pulls away and explains. "Ugh! I've wanted to do that for so long.... You don't know how much I like you." This time you lean in, already too addicted to the feeling of her lips on yours.

[wheresgamora]

crush

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peter parker x f!reader

summary: spider-man hangs out with his crush all the time but this time it's different

warnings: swearing??

peter has been crushing over y/n for a very long time to the point where it's not even just a crush anymore, he's full on in love but he could never have the courage to tell her

luckily, he still gets to be with her, through spider-man.

nobody really remembers how it happened, it just did and for some reason y/n and spider-man are friends now. she's never really told anyone cause she's not that type of person. besides, he was just a normal person

she obviously doesn't know it's peter and he plans on it staying that way, spider-man was like his safety net. if they ever get into a fight, there's spider-man, if something's up with her, there's spider-man, anything that happens, spider-man knows about it

for once, peter was at a party and everyone was called to gather around in a circle. they decided to play spin the bottle, which made peter extremely nervous since y/n was part of the circle

once it was y/n's turn she span the bottle and of course, it had to land on peter. she wanted to lean in until she noticed how peter was frozen and clearly did not want to be kissed

"if peter doesn't want a kiss i'd like to volunteer instead of him" some guy said annoyingly

peter simply got up and left, y/n wasn't gonna let him ruin her day so she got the other guy and kissed him, making everyone laugh at how the guy was so happy

after the party was over, y/n went home and headed upstairs, to the roof. it's usually where she waits for spider-man to show up so they can talk and hang out

as usual, spider-man swung by when patrol was over.

"hey" he said, stuttering in the beginning since it felt awkward to talk after what happened

she didn't answer though

"what's up, talk to me" he said

she looked down, she looked pissed off and sad at the same time

"there's this guy, i don't know what his problem is- i mean, i was at this party today and we were playing spin the bottle, alright? so i spin the bottle and it lands on him and instead of kissing me like a normal person does he just- left! who does that? i don't get it! is- is it me? am i just that type of person that nobody wants to deal with? he always avoids me and it's just- it's me isn't it." she said

"what?" he said, shocked. he never realized how much he affected her with his actions

"i...i mean he probably doesn't mean it that way, right? maybe he just gets nervous around you cause you're so pretty and sweet and literally my dream girl and i would never hurt you i was just scared cause i've loved you for years and i don't know how to tell you-"

her head perked up in shock

"what? are-are you- oh my god, peter is spider-man?! all those things i said- oh my god this is so- you probably think i'm such a weirdo this is so embarrassing-"

peter stood there just staring at the girl who was spiraling. once she stopped talking and looked at him, he burst into laughter.

"what- why are you laughing?!"

"cause you're crazy! i tell you that i've been in love with you for years and all you care about is what i think of you cause you act like your weird normal self around me?"

"cause- i don't know what if you stop feeling the same way and i would be in love with someone who doesn't love me back-"

"did you just say you love me?"

"maybe..."

peter then used his webs on her and pulled her to his chest

"say it" he said

the girl smiled shyly in looked down

"please?"

she looked up and smiled

"i love you" she whispered

"again?"

"i love you"

"one more time, please?"

"i love you, peter."

"yeah that's it" he said, chuckling as the two shared a kiss

a/n: requests are open babes so don't be shy cause i have no ideas anymore help