#like even in the scenario will didn't know and might feel even the slightest bit sad...

[chirpsythismorning]

mentally i'm here

[webq84]

soft yandere classmate having first met you as he bumps into you in one of the school's hallways. you had your head down, your voice too soft and quiet that he didn't hear you apologizing to him before you quickly removed yourself from the situation, steering away from everyone like a plague so you won't bump into them.

soft yandere classmate who learned that you two were actually on the same class, sitting in front of you after the teacher chose your designated seats. he took one glance at you as he looked over his shoulders, and already sees you looking down again, avoiding making eye contact with anyone as you traced your finger around the wooden desk. though you tried to keep a stoic face, he could see how anxious you are through the way you would shake your leg while sitting.

soft yandere classmate who catches the way your face dropped in his peripheral vision as the teacher gives an activity that requires drawing, and it's quite obvious that you must have forgotten to bring it with you. but you were too shy, too scared to ask for help. he couldn't help it, and quietly lend you a pencil. it was his only pencil too, earning him a zero on his worksheet. but somehow, he knew it was worth it.

soft yandere classmate who helps you in small, different ways during classes especially when the teachers asked questions. he would moved a little and raised his hand, blocking you from the teacher's view so they won't have to pick you, knowing that even if you do know the answer, you'll simply be too nervous to give an answer and might just end up there standing awkwardly, waiting for the ground to swallow you whole as everyone anticipates in silence. the whole scenario will be too much for someone like you.

soft yandere classmate who turns around and sits backwards on his chair to attempt to engage in a conversation with you. it was definitely difficult at first, your voice being so quiet that he sometimes have you repeat what you just said, his heart a little heavy when he does so. it will definitely take a while to have you grow comfortable around him, but when you attempted to make a small joke one day, his eyes lit up, knowing that he's making progress.

he instantly shuts down any bullying from your classmates. they don't try to approach you anymore, but they also don't try bothering befriending you. this extends to everyone outside of your school, subtly threatening anyone who makes you even the slightest bit of uncomfortable, glaring at the person who's taking your order as he stands in front of you when you kept stuttering, trying to make them hear what your order is after they had you restate it a couple of times despite you trying your hardest to raise your voice.

although he is making progress in your slowburn friendship, you two are still not quite close yet that you'd try to initiate a conversation with him. it has to be him who talks to you first or you won't be talking to him at all. soft yandere classmate wanted to change that without having to force you.

soft yandere classmate who found you one day underneath a bridge. worried, he stayed to find out what were you doing on such a place, eyes darkening at the thought of a bully forcing you to come here even after he's made it loud and clear for everyone about the consequences, only to see you crouching down in front of a small opened box with a tiny cute kitten on the inside, meowing softly upon seeing you.

he could feel his heart melting as he watched you interact with it, your usually aloof face covered with a sweet smile as you feed and played with the small feline. he could hear you talking to it, telling it about your day. his heart jumping a little mentioned him. he continued to observed from afar, noting how you seem to get along more with animals than with your fellow peers. eventually, he decided to make his presence known, slowly approaching from behind to join you and the small bundle of fluffball.

you were surprised at first when he crouched down beside you, but you were quick to relax as you were beginning to get used to his presence. you said your hi's and hello's before a brief moment of silence befall the two of you. it was like the small kitten in front of you made every thought inside your head disappear as you start the conversation, asking him what he's doing here. he felt a little nervous before answering, trying not slip up his little secret that he was stalking you.

it starts off with a small question at first, but soon you begin talking more and more, and before he knew it, soft yandere classmate is now just smiling softly as he listens to you ramble to him, from troublesome homeworks to the very kitten who you are currently petting and stroking on it's cute little head.

he learned a lot of things about you in those few minutes, and he couldn't be more happier. he learned that you couldn't keep any pets at your home, forbidden by your strict parents, and how you wanted to give the kitten a name despite it all. what you didn't know, is that you gave your classmate a sweet little idea.

soft yandere classmate who told you that he will help you pick it's name, and take care of it back at his home. and how nice he is, as he added that you can come over to his house anytime you like to visit it!

once everything is set and done, after class, he'll invite you over, happily telling you that he was able to think up of a cute name for the kitten. and since you're unaware of his underlying intentions, you made it easy for him to lure you in the safety of his walls. where he will slowly convinced you that you will live a much more comfortable and better life if you stay with him and lotte.

all of the things you didn't like to do but forced yourself to live up to everyone's expectations, they're all in the past now. your happy sugar life begins, starting with owning a pet that you've always wished for.

[weirdsht]

Hello, a cale x reader lunatic here 😭

They meet a fortune teller pre-relationship and pre-war

They're idiots

FT: you're going to have 10+ kids

Cale: uhh...

Reader: wtf is you spouting? /*Terrified

Ohn, Hong, Raon, and the wolf children: 🫂

Selective Vacuous - Cale/Reader

notes: I made it a 4+1 since I had several scenarios but didn't know how to connect them all hehe

tags: female reader, established relationship (except the first one), reader is mentioned to be a spearman, GoD priestess prophet (it'll make sense in the end), vague to mild novel spoilers

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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“You will meet someone. A male. They will mean the world to you, and will bring you both trouble and comfort.”

“Miss priestess, you’re from the church of the God of Death, right? Don’t you think things like fortunes are for the God of Fate?”

_____ listened to the priestess’ ramblings. Yes, ramblings. Because that does not make sense to the spearman in the slightest. She was already married to her spear. There’s no way someone, especially a man, will suddenly become her whole world.

It just didn’t seem possible possible.

That was why the spearman did not understand the painful feeling in her chest when she saw Cale’s plate breaking. She couldn’t understand why her heart hurt for a person she just regarded as her employer.

“Everything is going to be fine soon young master. So please hold on a little longer.”

She couldn’t understand why her hands were softly wiping the blood on the redhead’s chin. Can’t understand why the sight of her employer in pain makes her heartache when she knows he's going to be alright.

She just can’t understand it.

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“You have thirteen children. Whom you all love equally despite not seeing some of them often.”

“Do you think this is an elaborate prank?”

“I’m not sure but this the second time someone from the Church of the God of Death has given me a prophecy…”

“But 13 children? Really? If they're going to try and scam us at least make it sound believable.”

“I can’t even imagine having one child. Let alone more than ten.”

_____ shivered at the thought of having that many children with her significant other Cale. Turns out their chest pains were because she was in love with the redhead.

It took a whopping 5 months for the two of them to realise their feelings.

Another 2 for them to make a move and finally get together.

While the two are already in agreement that the priestess who said that might be a swindler, a certain silver kitten has another opinion.

She thinks that there’s a misunderstanding.

The priestess didn’t say “will have” but rather said “have”, meaning they already have thirteen children. However, she didn’t say anything and opted to keep her thoughts to herself.

'I’m pretty sure that priestess was talking about us and the wolf children…'

+~+~+~+~+~+

“You are destined to be with a powerful man with a very powerful family. Someone whose family has a long history.”

What now?

Does this mean one day _____ and Cale must break up?

“The family with a long history part checks out since the Henituse family are known to guard the Forest of Darkness.”

The spearman puts her hands underneath her chin as she thinks.

“But a powerful man? You have the weakest plate in existence. A powerful family? The Henituse family is a county. Not a Marquisate or a Duchy…”

Besides her Cale grumbled.

“Have you not learned anything? Just tune it out. This isn’t the first time we’ve heard such bullshit.”

“That’s true… I guess this one bothered me a bit since they implied we’d break up.”

“We won’t”

After the reassurance, _____ and Cale went back to eating their food.

What they don’t know is that a few days later, the Henituse County will be promoted to become the Henituse Duchy.

But at that time the prophecy told to _____ is already forgotten.

+~+~+~+~+~+

“Forbidden love is ahead of you. There will be a time where your own significant other will feel uncomfortable to show you affection.”

Great now the fortune teller scammers from that stupid church are targetting Cale too.

“But we’ve had great communication since the start of our relationship.”

Cale nodded in agreement as he thought about what could “forbidden love” and “uncomfortable with affection” could mean.

Sure they weren’t the most PDA couple but they don’t shy away from showing affection towards each other. They have also had their fights but they are always quickly resolved.

“Forbidden love is also a weird thing to say… Oh my god, Cale don’t tell me you’re planning to cheat on me?!”

Cale was so flabbergasted he said his true thoughts without filter.

“What the fuck?! You’re literally the love of my life??”

The sudden confession got the two of them to shut up. Both were shocked at what the redhead said.

“...You’re the love of my life too.”

“If you love me then you would not remind me of the embarrassing thing I said not even 5 minutes ago.”

As the two laugh, the words of the priestess slowly leave their minds.

However, maybe they shouldn’t have forgotten it when Cale had to disguise himself as Naru von Ejellan, a 12-year-old kid in human years. If they did then maybe they'd understand the priestess' words...

+~+~+~+~+~+

“You troublesome punk! I knew you’re dense but I didn’t expect you to be a blockhead!”

Cale was shocked at Team Leader Lee Soo Hyuk’s irritated voice. One moment they were talking about passing on one of the team leader’s abilities then suddenly he was yelling at Cale.

“Don’t look at me like a gaping fish out of water. I did so much to help you with your love life only for you to disregard my messages!”

“What messages..?”

Cale remembered all the times a priestess from the Church of the God of Death had told them a “prophecy”. 

“That was you?”

“You disrespectful punk, yes it was me.”

“Oh…”

Oh indeed

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Random Drabble: Humans sleeping

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Welcome! To this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Silly little short drabble I made. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

CW: none really.

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I'm sure someone has talked about it before, but can you imagine if angels and demons didn't have to sleep? Like the bedrooms are just for their privacy and to them beds are just for relaxation. Obviously Belphie still sleeps, he's the Avatar of Sloth, but the rest of the characters don't, like they could sit there and force themselves to sleep but it's not actually a necessary thing for them. So imagine when Mc first meets them all, the characters probably don't even think that Mc needs proper sleep. Like yeah they know humans, Solomon himself is a human, but Solomon could use magic to avoid the problems that lack of sleep can cause, he probably forgot that regular humans need sleep. The rest of the characters are probably more focused on making sure no lower rank demons eat Mc as a snack, not thinking that the lack of sleep could be what takes Mc out.

Imagine when Mc first drops into the Devildom, they get caught up in the brothers chaos and end up not sleeping for a bit. This causes Mc to eventually pass out from exhaustion, which would cause the brothers to lose their marbles. (I might write this scenario some day) this situation would lead to the brothers having situations where they just stop everything and be like "hold on my human needs their nap." The characters treating Mc like a pet will never not be funny to me. By nap they mean however long Mc sleeps for, but to them it's sort of like a nap because they never sleep. Unless it's Belphie. Obviously the character will go off and do their own thing while Mc sleeps, unless Mc wants the character standing on their headboard staring over them while they sleep.

Since lack of sleep doesn't really affect the characters in this headcanon, anyone besides Belphie and I guess Solomon getting grumpy from tiredness doesn't make sense. So I imagine the characters find Mc getting grumpy due to tiredness, confusing. I like to think that if this headcanon was true that the characters would hit Mc with the "have you slept yet?" Or "I think it's time you get some sleep Mc" anytime Mc gets grumpy or sassy. The character could have just done something to make Mc grumpy, and I'm fully convinced that the character would truly believe Mc is grumpy because they need sleep. Some characters would be bad about it, like the slightest change in Mc's attitude and they're trying to push Mc off to bed.

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Hiii!! can i request a scenario where in a cold night, alucard pulls reader down on his lap just to cuddle into her/their warmthness, and acts all clingy and handsy towards her/them??? sorry if it sounds vague, is just a short scenario i have in mind, feel free to fill with anything else <3

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☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I've mostly been prioritising my commissions which is why my lineup from my 2k followers event but I've hit a bit of writer's block so I've decided to do a little request to try and feel more refreshed and get writing. But in the meantime, my 2k followers lineup is still paused for my midsummer sale 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.7k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You enter the drawing room, hair wet from the bath you've left not ten minutes ago. After a day of helping to repair the damaged castle, you found yourself covered with dirt and in need of a wash before settling down for the evening.

Trevor and Sypha are gone so it's just you and Alucard now and - as much as you miss the other two members of your little quartet - you're almost glad that they're gone because you finally have time alone with Alucard. Since you first started working together after you and Trevor defeated the cyclops, freeing Sypha and later awakening Alucard, you've felt something. Some spark between you that just didn't have the conditions to catch fire just yet. But you've got it now and you couldn't be more grateful for what's blossomed between the two of you in the meantime.

You giggle as Adrian pulls you down into his lap the moment you're in arms reach, limbs tangling as he lets himself topple over on the sofa with your added weight. He's careful though, attentive as he always is. The back of his hand cradles your head and his arm curls around your waist to pull you close to his strong body as you fall together, assuring that you won't get so much as the slightest bruise as you fall down in an embrace together.

Immediately, he's letting out a pleased hum and holding you as close to him as possible. He tucks your head beneath his chin and then tilts his head down, burying his face in your hair. He inhales deeply as he squeezes you a little tighter and his entire body then slackens in relaxation when you wrap your arms around him in return.

Since the two of you have finally had time alone together, he's been very clingy and you don't blame him at all. He's been so alone since his mother died, he's faced monsters and has been made to kill his own father. He hasn't really spoken about any of it yet but you're sure he will soon enough, once he's had ample time to gather his thoughts and begin to process his feelings. You can't imagine what it might have been like for him if you weren't here to keep him company. Then again, you're sure that Trevor and Sypha wouldn't have left him at all after knowing he's had to kill his father to save Wallachia.

You bury your face in his chest, finding it surprisingly pillowy for how toned he is. Shortly after, you can feel Adrian tangling your legs together and you openly embrace it as the two of you lay there together. His hands roam over your body and you let out a content little hum as they squeeze your hips and roam the plains of your sides. He takes to rubbing your back and you shift a little so that you can tuck your face into where his neck meets his shoulder. His hair tickles your face a little but it's soft and silky against your skin and the feeling of his hand rubbing your back while his other arm stays protectively and affectionately curled around you lulls you into a sleepy state.

Intimate touch like this has grown so common in the days since your quartet has split in half. The two of you finally have time alone for your relationship to grow and for you to be able to be so openly affectionate with one another like this.

You're not sure how long the two of you lay there, just chatting about your plans for repairing the castle and hold, the next day, but you find yourself veering off topic with one question:

"Adrian... can I sleep in your bed tonight?" You squeeze him gently, "You're so warm..." His hand stops rubbing your back in favour of reaching up to brush your hair away from your face.

"Of course." He says gently and there's a practised sincerity in his voice. He's trying to hide his excitement. He'd love nothing more than to hold you in his arms all night; to have you be the last thing he sees before sleeping and the first thing he sees upon waking up.

Tenderly, he tilts his head down just a little so that he can press a lingering kiss upon your forehead. You close your eyes and smile, filled with a warmth that will only grow as this night goes on.

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[impactedfates]

I really love your blade and pregnant wife fic! Can I request their lives after the reader joins him on Stellaron Hunters?

A/N: I'M BACK, NO MORE WRITERS BLOCK. And hiii, thank you, I'm glad you liked it :)) And of course!! Here's some mini scenarios and HCs of what happened after the reader joined the Stellaron Hunters

Warnings: None (I hope, correct me if I'm wrong)

Extra: AFAB! Reader (GN terms/pronouns used aside from wife and mother) // OOC Blade most likely // Not proofread, as always correct me if I did smt wrong // PT 1 of the Blade x Pregnant Wife Fic here here.

SilverWolf definitely used you as a way to get Blade to do whatever she wants. If she wants to play a game with him and he says no? All she needs to do is mention you once and suddenly his hands all better and he can play.

He very much cuddles with you in bed (if you don't mind) Just note that if he has his arms around you, then it'll be difficult for you to leave.

When your kid is finally born, he's not exactly the best father but not the worst either. He knows his...demeaner can be scary to others, and he usually doesn't care. But if he scares his kid? I can see him sulking as you try to comfort your child and tell him the "scary old man" is in fact his father.

He asked Elio for some time off to help the kid settle in, as well, Being born in pretty much a criminal family isn't the best.

The child definitely sees Kafka and SilverWolf as their aunties and Sam as their uncle.

For some reason, I'd find it funny that when Elio was showing his more human form (he has one right-?) the child called him Grandpa. Didn't matter how young he looked.

Blade will protect you and his kid with his life, he instructs the two of you to stay put as he does his missions. He hasn't seen you in forever and he's not risking loosing you.

Maybe after the kid is born and has grown up a bit to be able to look after themselves and you're capable, he might be okay with you joining in on his missions.

Jing Yuan is disappointed you joined the Stellaron Hunters but not surprised when he found out. He either found out due to Cloud Knights who put two and two together/saw you with Blade OR you and Blade met him during a mission on the Loufu.

Okay but think of this, y'know how the Stellaron Hunters can bascially make a hologram of themselves onto the express? Imagine Blade trying to intimidate the express then his child just appears like-

Blade: "And I'll ensure my blade pierces through your-" Child: *Random child hologram appears* "Dada!!" Blade: *His demeanor changes as the mini hologram of his child appears, he looks at the child* "You're meant to be asleep...here let me take you to bed or else your mother will be mad"

*Cue The Astral Express Family Confusion*

He refuses to admit he has a weakness to you and his child. Like no he is not making you breakfast in bed just because and no he did not just steal a shop full of toys for his kid.

Blade lets you and your kid style is hair and if he's feeling up to it, he might let you put silly make up on. Imagine him going into a Stellaron Hunter meeting and his hair is braided into pigtails and he has pink sparkly make up on.

He cares about his small family...a lot...so if he sees you or his kid with the slightest cut he'll be quick to patch it up and if you ask nicely enough. Maybe kiss it better. (He won't admit he was worried though, just lecture you to be careful)

You're the only one who can see his more soft and caring side, especially alone. If you're with him with others, people will definitely notice how he treats you better then them.

You probably have scary dog privileges, he doesn't trust anyone to not hurt you so he'll come with you everywhere. And if you insist to go alone? He'll ask someone else to go with you so he can ensure your safety. (He's just doesn't wanna loose you again)

His child is home-schooled, even though he is scary and can probably convince someone to teach him at a school, he has a feeling they'd get bullied and/or no one will come near them if they knew he was the father.

All the Stellaron Hunters help teach them, and they even teach them additional things...

Blade: Kafka. Stop teaching them how to shoot a gun Kafka: Come now Bladie, they should know how to protect themselves. Blade: THEY'RE 4.

Your kids eyes are the same colour as yours and their hair the same as Blade...well his old hair anyways.

He's a good husband still, perhaps a bit more violent...never to you and your kid though of course. Just cold to others ESEPCAILLY if they're taking bad about you or his kid.

One of the reasons he acts this way towards youse is because he wants to make up for the amount of time lost when he was gone. So making you happy and ensuring you're still okay and healthy is his top priority. If you or your kid thinks he's getting too much than tell him and he'll agree to stop. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable either. He just want you and your kid to be safe and happy.

Will be working on the other 2 current requests I have as soon as I can, apologies for the small break :>

This is most definitely not my best work but I hope you like it regardless (┳◡┳)

[darlingsblackbook]

Kamisato Ayato x Reader

Summary : A choice made by your parents without your knowledge, ended up uniting the two of you in an arranged marriage.

Wordcount : 2500

Warnings : Panic attack, arranged marriage, bad relationship with parents and angst? I have not reached Ayato's quest yet, so this might be ooc. Let me know if it is, please :')

A/N : I used to love writing but eventually stopped because it started feeling like a chore instead of a hobby, but now I'm back >:) I have never written for Genshin Impact, so this was new for me! Also, english is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know :)

Gravel crunched underneath your feet as you silently followed your, now, husband to your new home. The whites of the heavy dress, adorned by your body, unfortunately being dirtied as it dragged behind you on the ground. You could not bring yourself to care at this moment, not when there were many things running through your mind to worry about.

Your heart hammered against your chest, you truly feared it would fall out at any moment now. Raising your hands up, you clearly see the tremors in your hands. Every step you took, filled you with more and more fear, leaving you gasping for air. And as you saw the guards and the lights of the estate, from a distance, you could no longer control the expression on your face. You could already feel the tears trying to force their way out.

You didn't want to take any step further, you truly wanted to stop right there and then. You didn't want to enter the estate, it was not your home, filled with strangers. That included your husband, you didn't know him, you knew of him and the fact he was feared by many, but that's it. You had never talked to him before, the first and last words you had uttered to him until now were your wedding vows.

What a joke

Your parents just gave you away as if you meant nothing. Just an object to exchange for more power and status. The dress, your makeup, jewelry and your hair styled to perfection felt like nothing more but a big, red bow on a present.

You always knew, it was clear from the conversations you were always left out of, the trips where you were left behind, the love and affection you were deprived of, you were the black sheep amongst your siblings.

You never understood it, you never asked them for anything, always did everything they wanted, always did your best to excel in all subjects and yet they could not find it in them to give you - even the tiniest - bit of praise.

It's not fair.

How could they just leave you with a stranger, just like that, without any care? How could they decide who you would spend the rest of your life with, without the slightest care of your own wants and dreams? Did they not care to think about your own feelings, how utterly terrified you would be? To leave the only place you've ever seen, to go live with a place filled with strangers, even share a room with one-

I mean, come on, even if you were the least favored one, you must have at least meant something to them, right?

You could no longer hold your tears back, they softly fell, leaving a shiny trail behind. You slowed down a bit, fearing Ayato might hear you, fearing how he might react. He was a complete stranger to you, you had only heard rumors about the commissioner, you had no idea what to expect from him.

Your anxiety spiked, all kinds of scenarios running through your mind. There were just too many things you didn't know, the images fabricated by your mind filling up the blank spaces.

"Good evening, commissioner." You were snapped out of your haze by the voices of the guards. You had not even realized you reached the estate. You hurriedly wiped any traces of tears on your face but, judging by the looks on the guards' faces it had no use.

They did their best to give you an assuring smile, "Welcome to the estate, my lady.", they bowed.

You managed a small smile, thanking them for the kind gesture. You wiped away any traces of the emotions raging inside of you. There were maids everywhere in the estate, you could not risk being seen like this, it would leave a bad impression.

You couldn't help but look around in awe, the Kamisato estate truly was beautiful and much bigger than your former home.

You were so distracted, your footsteps slowed down even more, you hadn't noticed Ayato had stopped in front of a door. Nor had you noticed the softness in his eyes as he gazed at your form, the corners of his lips quirked up in the tiniest smile. "Y/n."

"Huh?" You turned your head so quickly, you were pretty sure you had a whiplash, not that you could help it. It was the first time he spoke since leaving the event. You immediately straightened up, fixing your posture and raised your head as an attempt to look confident. "Yes, commissioner?"

A certain glint appeared in his eyes at the title, if you didn't know any better you would have said it was amusement. He did not comment on it, simply sliding the door open and stepping inside the room.

You took a deep breath and followed him inside. It was a simple room, a huge bed, a closet and a vanity. On the left side of the room you could see another door, probably leading to a bathroom.

Was this his room? The room you were supposed to share with him? The bed you were expected to sleep in....with him? Your cheeks turned a bright red just at the thought.

"Is the room to your liking?" Ayato asked, after seeing you examine the room. You looked at him and silently nodded. "I'm glad to hear that, if there's anything you're not satisfied with or would like to change feel free to let me know."

"Thank you", you quietly responded. You fiddled with your finger and looked around the room to keep you busy as an awkward silence filled the room.

Until... a rustling sound was heard, followed by the sound of something soft hitting the floor. Your gaze automatically drifted in the direction of the sound, only for you to immediately slap the palms of your hands on your eyes.

"I'm sorry! I did not mean to look!" You gasped, the feeling of embarrassment causing your cheeks to turn a bright red.

You heard a chuckle, followed by footsteps and then the warmth radiating from a body - Ayato was standing right in front of you.

Warm hands gently curled around your wrist, softly pulling your hands away from your face. "Don't be embarrassed, you may look as much as you desire to."

"Wha…you…I-", speechless, you were truly speechless. What were you even supposed to respond with? Was he trying to cause you a heart attack?!

"Or do my looks perhaps not satisfy you enough?" Ayato said with a raised eyebrow.

Kill me now

You frantically shook your head, just giving up on even attempting to speak. You couldn't look him in the eye, neither could you look down as his chest was right in your face, you just settled to look at the closed bathroom door behind Ayato. That's until he raised his hand and put a finger under your chin to raise your head up. "Oh? My looks don't satisfy you?"

"N-no that's not it! You look….fine…commissioner" You managed to say.

"Ayato." He said, after a moment of silence. An intense look in his eyes.

You blinked at him, "Hmm?"

"You may call me Ayato." He clarified, "We are husband and wife now after all. It would be…unusual..for you to call me by such a title."

"Oh.." you again averted your eyes to the door behind him, "I..apologize."

"There is no apology needed." Ayato cleared up and suddenly his smirk was back on his face. "Say, why won't you get ready for bed? You must be tired."

"O-oh, uhmm..o-okay" you quietly answered. Ayato finally lowered your hands and let go of only one, continuing to hold onto the other. You looked at him in confusion before a yelp escaped you as you were suddenly spun around. Your clothed back gently landed against his bare chest, his arm around your waist, holding you close.

You couldn't help the shudder that ran through your body or the soft gasp that escaped you at the feeling of his warm breath against your sensitive neck. Looking in front of you, you saw that he had turned you in the direction of a full body mirror. "L-lord…Ayato…"

The hand that was not holding onto you raised up and gently took out the hairpiece holding your hair up. The strands of hair gently fell down and framed your face perfectly. The same hand gently stroked your hair, feeling the softness and the faint scent of flowers of your shampoo wafting to his nose.

You looked up at him through the mirror, surprised at his gentleness. You had heard all kinds of things about Ayato, hushed stories that were passed from one maid to the other and had reached your ears. You were still scared, your shaky hands the proof of said feeling and reminder of how close you were to having a panic attack. Still, seeing the way he had treated you until now managed to somehow lessen the fear.

There was still one thing you were panicking about…

Ayato's eyes met yours in the mirror, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he took a step back and completely let go of you. Your eyes stayed locked on each other. "Do you need my assistance in preparing for bed?"

Your eyes widened at his offer and you frantically shook your head. "N-no! I mean, I'll be fine."

"Very well," Ayato said, "then I shall continue to get ready as well."

You took a deep breath to slow your hammering heart, you would have to undress yourself. You raised your shaky hands to grab onto the outer layer of your wedding kimono. You turned your head to look in the mirror, only to be met with Ayato bare back as he himself continued to change into his sleeping clothes. You could faintly see the small scars scattered on the expanse of his back and the strong muscles as he moved.

You quickly turned your head away and hurriedly started to change into your nightwear, rushing to get clothed while his back was still turned to you as you did not feel comfortable enough yet to bare your body to him. He was still a stranger after all.

Even though it went against the advice given to you by your personal maids.

As soon as you pulled your nightgown down, you looked into the mirror again, seeing Ayato turning around right on time. His eyes briefly wandered across your form before he met your gaze.

Ayato started walking towards you until he was right behind you, his eyes still on yours. He raised his hands up and gently pulled all of your hair behind one shoulder. You held your breath when you saw his hand lowering to the back of your neck, until you felt him unlock the necklace around your neck.

His expression was unreadable and the look in his eyes so intense, you couldn't help but break eye contact. Your chest raised up and down at a fast pace, resembling the pace of your heartbeat.

"Why don't you get in bed?" He asked, breaking the tense silence. He took a step back and walked towards the vanity to store the necklace away.

You silently walked past him, to your preferred side of the bed and shyly sat down. This was the part of the night that could not leave your mind and had you scared the most.

Were you just going to sleep or did he expect a certain thing from you?

You harshly gulped, clasping your hands together as you felt the bed dip behind you. The same overwhelming fear threatens to take over again. You bit your lip, a nervous habit of yours, to distract yourself.

A warm hand landing on your left shoulder had your whole body stiffening up, you barely managed to hold yourself back from flinching. Ayato softly pulled your shoulder back in his direction, "Turn around, y/n."

You did as he said, turning your body in his direction but your head lowered as if the design on the sheet was the most interesting thing ever. Again, you could escape his gaze, he took your chin between two fingers to meet your eyes.

Did he….want-, your train of thought was cut off as you saw him leaning in. You softly gasped when his nose softly bumped against yours, his warm breath softly hitting your face and when he leaned even closer you tightly closed your eyes.

One, two, three seconds passed and then you felt it. His surprisingly soft lips placed an equally soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes snapped open in bewilderment, that was the last thing you expected.

One, two and after three seconds, Ayato pulled away not too far though. Again he held you so close your nose almost touched his, "I do not intend to go anywhere you're not ready for yet. I understand how troubling so much change in so little time must be and the difficulty of being from everything that's familiar to you…. It may not feel like it yet but this is your home as much as it is mine and I want it to feel like such to. I do not wish for you to feel fear or unwelcomed in your own home, so if anything or anyone dares to trouble you, let me know and it will be dealt with. Do you understand?"

You could only offer a nod. A soft sigh escaped Ayato's lips before he pulled away from you. He blew out the candles on the nightstand at his side and silently layed down with his back turned to you and pulled the blanket over his form. You followed his actions and shyly rested your head on the pillow next to his, you had turned your back to him as well.

The tremors in your hands had disappeared. The pounding beat of your heart slowed to a steady rhythm and your breath evened out. The panic and fear in your body was pushed to the background as a warmth blossomed in your chest.

Still, as your lower lip trembled, you could not help it as tears welled up and softly fell. This time, they were not caused by your parents' mistreatment and neglect, neither by the aching loneliness or absolute fear and hopelessness of your future.

Instead, it was Ayato's thoughtfulness, it was the way Ayato clearly had made you his priority (despite you technically being as stranger to him too), he respected you and your feelings - just the fact you had noticed your inner turmoil and had not ignored it and done whatever he wanted ( like everyone else in your life ) was enough to reduce you to tears.

While you held your hand tightly clasped on your lips, keeping any sounds of escaping you, to avoid disturbing Ayato's sleep….

Said man was wide awake, his heart strangely aching at the sound of the soft sobs you could not hold back…

[hirsheyskisses]

Hey, psst! I have a little request, that might be of your interest - it‘s quite fluffy ఌ

So the trope;

„Come on, try one! I sat hours on these!“

„Don’t make me taste the most bread like sweets in existence, idiot.“

You made cinnamon buns, the Heart pirates love your creation, but who is avoiding the kitchen at all costs? Of course - tall, dark and brooding white hat.

Will he eat the infamous cinnamon buns? Is he possibly risking his life for you, because he can’t stand the cute pout you exaggeratedly flash at him?

(You can choose the scenario)

I‘ll leave the fluff expertise to you ✨

Cinnamon Bun Chaos

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

Summary: Law can't seem to shake the uneasy feeling he's had since he's awoken. Is it the smell? Or perhaps he's sick.. and then.. oh dear. Will he give in to that cute, cute pout of yours?

A/N: help this was so frigging cute to write 😭 @ems-c-lee you know I've gotta do it! AHHHHHH *violent screeching over doc ensues*

The first thing he'd noticed when he'd woken up was an odd, cinnamon and - very sweet smelling thing. Wearily blinking his eyes, body heavy from sleep, Law raised his head off his desk, noting he must've fallen asleep during another study. Limbs stretching, and allowing his mind to wake up, he noted the still hot coffee that had been placed on his desk. Of course, he thought, the slightest of smiles gracing his features, (Name)-ya always anticipates when ill wake. Taking the cup and stealing a quick sip from it, Law pulled on a hoodie and made to exit his room.

However, the moment he did, he was hit with a wave of unease. That smell was turning his stomach, just a bit. Which was odd. Being the ship's cook, he had always loved most of your cooking. Each flavor complimented the other, and while his sleepy mind could only tell cinnamon from the smell, he didn't mind cinnamon. Well, it could be how sweet it smells. He wasn't the largest fan of sweets, but what could possibly go wrong?

Each step increased that slightly uneasy feeling. His mind slipped away from the smell, for it couldn't be that: worry drifting into his mind. Somethings wrong. Something must be. Maybe its with me? Am I sick? This feeling could easily be sickness, and I'm mixing it up with anxiety. Ugh.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Law made a mental note to keep a physical distance from anyone until he did a check-up on himself. He was met with the kitchen to be crowded-

"These are so good, (Name)! Why didn't you make these sooner?!"

"My stomach is.. in heaven."

"Thats weird, dude!"

There you were. Leaning against the counter with a satisfied glint in your eyes, laughing at the crews antics with whatever it was you had made. Yet that feeling, it worsened, but in the moment, Law chose to ignore it, feeling his mind melt when your smile directed at him.

"Captain! You're up early." You greeted, moving over to meet him. Law nodded, taking a quick drink from his coffee. "Had a weird feeling. It's a bit early for breakfast." He glanced at the crew, who'd hadn't noticed him. "I'll get breakfast started in a few, yeah. I decided I'd mess around and make an old favorite though! Cinnabuns!"

Oh. Oh that's why he had a weird feeling.

"...bread." Law stated, raising an eyebrow. He found himself physically withdrawing himself closer to the door, and you laughed, "hardly! Sure it's made from dough but it's delicious! Cinnamon and sugary and gooey goodness!"

Law mentally cringed, and by now, the three others in the kitchen had taken note of Law's presence. Penguin chimed in, "mornin' Captain! She's absolutely right, you should try one!"

Bepo, who was currently looking like his brain had gone to heaven, "they're amazing!" And Sachi, "I bet you might even like it! It's (Name)'s cooking, after all."

"No way. Keep that bread nonsense away from me." Law grumbled, slowly moving towards the door. You chuckled softly at his movements, staring up at him with doe like eyes.

"Captain.. I spent hours on these.. atleast try it! One small bite?"

You pleaded with him, knowing damn well what his weakness was. Puppy eyes. That way you peered up at him, eyes so wide and innocent, a smallest of pouts resting on your face. It didn't help that Bepo was right behind him, staring at Law with that damn adorable fuzzy face. He could barely resist Bepo, let alone you. And with the two of you combined?

"...don't make me try the most breadlike sweets in existence, idiot!"

You had him backed to the wall, still staring at him, and god he was struggling. "Captain.. jist one bite! I promise I won't make you try any other bread thing againnnnn.." honestly, you weren't even aiming to make him try it: but the way he was squirming was absolutely precious, his ears turning pink as he mentally battled the pros and cons.

"...Room."

"Ack! Scatter!" Penguin shouted, laughter filling the kitchen once again as you all scrambled to escape, but it was futile. Atleast it was for you. One second, you were almost out the door, and then-

"-shambles."

You were in Law's. You could never quite get used to his powers moving you around, it was rather disorienting for your mind. Looking back, you saw him: tall, stoic, a shadow over his eyes, ..and a cinnamon bun in his hand.

"Cap- Law," you corrected yourself. In private, he insisted you call him by his first name. In public.. well, the crew wasn't aware the two of you were dating, so you kept it professional with them. Even if you both weren't aware the crew had long since figured out you both were dating. "-you don't actually need to try it, I was just teasing-"

He raised a hand to silence you. "..just.. give me a minute." Law was glaring at the sweet bread treat in his hand, mentally battling if it was worth taking a bite. Even now when you reassured him of that, you still had those expectant, curious doe like eyes and that cute pout on your face.

You watched as he took a bite, slow and cautious. He was expressionless, chewing it for what seemed like hours, before swallowing and setting the treat down on his desk.

Slowly, the man moved towards you. You laughed nervously, stepping away with each step towards you, "..was it good?"

He moved closer until your back was to the wall, and he was right in front of you. Tattooed hands gripped at your shoulders as he lowered his forehead to rest on yours, staring at you intently. "...law?" You questioned, unsure if he was having some sort of allergic reaction, or post cinnabun crisis, but you shied away regardless.

"...." He dropped his head on your shoulder and pulled you close- tighter than usual.

"..if it wasn't bread, it might've been good." He forced out at last, pressing his face into your neck. "But please, dear heavens, never make me eat that again."

A relieved breath escaped you as you laughed, wrapping your arms around your tense boyfriend, "Roger that! ...I'll make not bread Cinnamon buns then! ..somehow."

"I'd like that."

[herzzgeist]

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 2.9k | Warnings: Cussing

Synopsis: You're an idiot, aren't you? What part of 'lay low' didn't you understand ? It's getting tedious, you know! Is all you can hear the doctor bark at you like a chihuahua gone mad. It's unlike him, at least the chihuahua part. Granted, you left the village in literal shambles to the Surgeon of Death's demise. But what's the big deal? That fruit vendor had it coming anyway!

A/N: This OneShot / scenario was requested by the one and only @hirsheyskisses !! Thank you for the splendid idea dear! I had lots of fun ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

What a hassle. First, everybody starts holding their stomachs in cramping pains and now you have disappeared into thin air? No announcement whatsoever, not even a note left to contemplate to either get you out of the mess you find yourself in for certain, or just leave you to your fate. Truly, it is all up to you now, for the doctor isn't well tempered with your sudden vanish.

"Where have you seen (Y/n)-ya last?" - "I saw her going to bed last night, but - that's about it.", disgruntled, the Surgeon's forehead wrinkles in irk after hearing Shachi's statement, shaking his head in disbelief. What are you on about at such unholy hours?

The evening before

Your kimono flows in the soft summer breeze, cherry blossom petals sway along the air's streams and invite you into your day dreams enticingly. Compared to other beautiful sceneries you ever experienced in your life, there is none that could compete to this picturesque paradise. The scent of sweet honey shoots up your nostrils as you tread closer to the upcoming village in the distance.

Passersby greet you with a kind smile, nodding at you and going about their days again, to your wonder. Usually, the closer a foreigner gets to the flower capital, the more the residents keep a distance, excluding you from Wano Kuni's mysteries. It is obvious, they are held at discrecy for a reason you cannot quite fathom at this point.

Penguin and Shachi come jogging from far behind, calling out to you: "(Y/n), wait for us!" Torn out of your bubble, with a warm hello you beckon them over. The two men stop beside you, completely out of breath. Did they attend a marathon or of sorts? Either they're completely out of shape, or the two knuckleheads took off starting from your current hiding spot, following you to the nearest civilization to grab some none affected food.

There's no better way to describe the situation than it being 'untimely' and 'discombobulated'. Everything you eat around these parts turns your stomachs upside down, giving you no choice than to rest and survive the emergency runs into the thicket. Fortunately, it didn't leave that strong of an impact on you. Bepo on the other hand might got struck a slightest bit harder, in comparison to the rest of the group, consisting of you, Law, Shachi and Penguin.

Dare you say, he's holding on to dear life. Your Captain constantly remains in his role as his Vice Commander's trusty doctor, always checking up after this baby's cries of agony, who frets of having a life threatening disease. You can recall Law's exact words: "Don't be ridiculous, Bepo. You only have the runs.", as you heard him huff in annoyance, you remember how he rolled his eyes after a sharp sigh and he added: "Didn't I tell you to keep your paws off the fish in the river?"

Irritation is beyond of how you feel about this current indescribable commotion. So, you made the decision to find the next best village around and seek out a vendor, no matter what kind of food he offers, you're in desperate need of nutrition. The group is suffering enough with gnawing hunger, and now you are challenged to cope with possible food poisoning? You are infuriated. Shachi gives you a strong pat on your back: "We kinda already suspected you'd be up and about to fetch some grub. Allow us to help you out!" - "Oh thank you, Shachi. Let's hope the people aren't prone to shoo strangers out of town."

Though you outted your thoughts with a hint of sarcasm, you are truly anxious about the idea of Wano Kuni's hostility towards, let's call it 'tourists'. Penguin reassures you with a thumbs up and grins over both ears in full trust. Something tells you, it won't be as easy as initially hoped for.

"Fresh fish!" - "Get your fruit and vegetables here!", the vendors call out to the people strolling along the markets, spread all over the colourful stalls. Carefully treading closer to one of the fruit stands you greet a chipper looking fellow, who gives you the brightest of smiles you ever came across. Even Shachi and Penguin are stunned by this display.

"Greetings strangers! Are you interested in buying some of my famous apples or peaches?", after giving him a shy wave with your hand, you order a basket, full with ten vibrant red apples. They appear to be edible. "That will be fifty Berry, miss." - "Th-That's quite expensive.", you utter in awe and place the currency onto the vendor's stall table.

Again, you witness this man's radiant grin and he explains: "Times are rough these days, but trust me, you won't find any better fruit than here!" Convincing. With the basket of apples in hands, you head towards the forest, out of the village. An old lady, who waited in line behind you is now up and asks for the same like you ordered. You hear the vendor chime happily: "As always, ten Berry please, kind Alva." - "Of course Sagishi. Here you go. Greet your mother for me, will you dearie."

Hold on. Ten Berry for the same amount? Something's off. You turn around to take a peek at the scene, before making any false accusations. Well, will you look at that, it seems you heard correctly. The old lady wanders off into the distance with her neatly weaved basket filled with the red and shiny fruit. Perhaps she earned a discount on them?

The sheer amout of 'cheesy' almost lets you shrink away in your geta sandals. If you wouldn't know any better, it was close to a badly written commerical. Your two crew mates call you over, already far up ahead: "(Y/n) come on! The Captain and Bepo are waiting!" - "Coming!"

Back at the hiding spot, a sour after taste lingers on your tongue and your face scrunches in itself, leaving you utterly alarmed and fuming in anger. "I knew there was something fishy about this guy! God fu-" - "Watch your language, (Y/n)-ya. It was predictable that they won't be generous to strangers.", your cheeks light up in all shades of red in pure rage and pout to your Captain's calm clarification. His stern face leans in your direction, sending off an aggravating vibe, practically shutting you up with a deft 'Told you so'.

Oh the vendors do sell their goods to foreigners, but for an unmentionable high price and outrageous quality - the fruit were infected!

You have had it.

The present day

At the break of dawn, Law, the two knuckleheads and even poor and completely drained Bepo walk the path to the village you visited yesterday. It's not just you, who's fed up with this, to not put it lightly, bullshit. With Kikoku leaned on his shoulder, the doctor leads the group, always glancing back to reassure, that everybody is secured. This is not what he hoped for in spending his time like this. What the hell is going on with everyone, he asks himself.

Shachi and Penguin begin to bicker about who should have seen you firsthand. Through gritted teeth, Law growls at them: "Quit your arguing, there's no reason to quarrel about this. We must find her!" Both of the men straighten at alert and give their Captain an obeying 'Aye'.

The polar bear rumbles absentmindendly: "You should've paid closer attention you guys." Regarding that topic, there again, the Captain has to break it down. Piercing steel eyes wander over to the mink. "Says the one who mindlessly dug in at the river buffet. With all due respect, you're not a tiny bit better than them, Bepo.", those words hurt the now drooping in shame Vice Commander, ears flattened and black beady eyes watering up, muttering a deep 'I'm sorry'.

Taken aback by the sudden change of character, Shachi and Penguin visibly cringe away from Bepo going besides them, yelping in a loud exclaim: "So weak!" To this wack bustle, Law only furrows his brows and booms in a sharp tone: "Shut up already! We're almost there." Tension is written all over him.

Frozen in place, the three dorks see how their Captain keeps on walking, not once granting a single look back at them. Things are getting out of hand far too quickly for the Surgeon's tastes. And of course you had to make a run for it and worsen the situation, more than it already was. Stormy grey eyes roll to that thought and a raspy voice whispers: "What a nuisance." When will Law ever enjoy some peace and quiet again? A question often asked.

Arriving at the village, the four men no longer squander their time with banters and bickering, for their Captain simply won't allow it, enhancing the word simply, though the supernova threatend his own crew mates to assign double shifts for the infamous kitchen duty. Nobody wants that.

Suddenly, a crash of glas forces the group to turn their heads to the source of commotion. Oddly satisfied, given the fact, that the vendors in these parts are wildly known for their insidiousness, the doctor smirks: "Guess someone just demolished a windo-" Interrupting him mid-sentence, an unexpected blast of apparently wooden walls lets the ground shake beneath his feet. He corrects: "A building."

A sinister chuckle escapes from the white hatted man, for he utters a low 'idiot' through his curled lips. However, Shachi indicates the ruckucks is coming from the markets. Oh dear.

Thus the red head leads the way, dashing through the now busy streets, for people flee from the dangers, hiding behind the tall buildings, blocking the group's vision. "Almost there!", Shachi huffs out of breath and comes to a stop after an almost two hundred meter sprint.

All the colourful stalls and stands have been crushed to dust and even a few surrounding houses have been taken out upon, by none other - than you. There you stand, your fist clenched around the vendor's hem of his collar, viciously snarling at the terrified man: "Give me the fresh food and I might spare your life!" What a remarkable ambition.

Nearly losing his own poise, Law groans exasperatedly: "Oh fuck, that's my idiot-" You are in for it, big time, (Y/n). Completely baffled, the other three men accompanying him, sweat drop to their Captain's slip, coming to a conclusion that he's lost it entirely and this situation seems to be more dire than firstly assumed.

Before you can land another blow on an innocent nearby cottage, you feel the world shift around you and land in the arms of your Captain. Or rather, he scruffs you by your neck collar, as if you're a disobedient kitten, lifting you off the ground. So this is what it's like to stare death in the face? Shamefully you greet Law by waving a hand, smiling in attempted innocence: "Oh hi there. I-" - "You must be joking, right?"

You can see the doctor's vein starting to get distinctively visible on his temple. He's about to blow. Is there any chance of escape for you anyway? Might as well admit your defeat, while you gaze into the man's white hot stare, who will be the end of you, one day for certain. Therefore you owe him an explanation, in hopes he will show mercy on you.

"Please tell me this is a bad joke!", he barks at foolish little you, hanging in there, curled up in his strong hold. Thus you resolve the fatuous action, confessing your reasoning, though it goes without saying this won't justify anything. A side of Law knows you only meant the best for the crew, flattered by your loyalty, astounded by your kind heart.

Seeing your sweet doe eyes flutter at him for forgiveness, it becomes greatly difficult for him to scold you further. In the end - he gives in. "Don't think I'll spare you so easily. When we're done here, I'll make sure you will get to face the consequences for your actions, (Y/n)-ya.", he grunts and puts you back on the ground.

The vendor approaches the Surgeon and flings his hands over his head in dismay, complaining about you being an 'assault happy' witch. Oh, he didn't just say that. To hear that coming from a fraud like him, lets Law's neck hair stand on end and his expression darkens. The crave for destruction now surges over his skin, hand itching to call forth his 'Room' and entertain himself with the debris and rubble of the buildings, which lay in literal shambles.

"Is this blasted woman with you?!" - "Indeed, she's with me. I'm with stupid over here.", you feel his squinting eyes fixated on you. It animates a shiver, emitting from your spine. The vendor curses and throws evil words your way, to which the Captain does not respond to well. Not at all. Lifting up the sleeves of his kimono, he intends to show his tattoos, signalising the man who he's actually dealing with.

People around here aren't that much up to date, though the Surgeon of Death's wanted posters are wildly spread across the country. And his tribal ink on his hands and arms are most memorable, besides his hat and intimidating weapon on his shoulder of course.

DEATH, immediately catches the vendor's attention, leaving him a stuttering mess, shaking in his clunky wooden sandals. He definitely recognised the powerhouse standing infront of him. How Law enjoys such affected reaction, fully aware of what an impact he has on commoners, he chuckles mischieviously: "Better treat your customers right next time, be it resident or foreigner. You never know who you might - dissappoint."

Air twirls underneath his loosend palm and a cold blue hue expands subsequently, covering a large area and engulfing the shattered houses in the formed globe. In a single swift move, his index finger points upwards, every stone, every wooden plank and pillar follows his command and gather in one giant chaotic mass. "So do tell, who I am having the honour of doing business with?" - "Sa-Sagishi, Sir! P-Please be c-careful where you . . i-it was a prank! I swear!"

 The enormous cluster of debris threateningly sways over the last standing stall, it's Sagishi's. "NO! By the gods I beg you!", he runs to the stand and snatches a basket with apples away and dodges the incoming missile, clashing onto the ground with an ear drum bursting boom, the earth reverberating in response.

Dust whirls up from the impact, restricting your vision for a moment, for it lingers like cold fog, wafting over the sandy streets. The picture revealing before you is something you deem as priceless. Sagishi toppled on his behind, watching how his 'oh so beloved' stall has been demolished and buried beneath tons of raw materials.

"Curse you pirates! Go rot in hell!", is what you hear the whimpering scammer sob, as he glares at you and the supernova, who smirks over both ears. What about laying low, Trafalgar?

He exxageratedly tips his hat to him in a deft bow and ends the show with an assertive and sassy comment: "Glad doing business with you, kind Sir. Have a pleasant day." Motioning you to follow him, he turns on his heels and leads the way. In the background, you still can hear the crushed man, crying ugly tears.

You look up at the Captain, stars practically sparkling in your eyes and your lips curl into a feline manner, dumbfounded by his 'not-so-discreet' act just now. "Don't look at me like that. You made me do this.", he groans, scratching the back of his neck in slight fluster.

By the by, Bepo questions, what you are about to do now. There's no food left for you. Law stops in his tracks and leans down to grab a random stone. 'Shambles' is the word that does the Surgeon's bidding and the stone has been swapped with . . the basket full with mouth watering red apples! Another set of bad wishes and curses resound from afar behind you, making you giggle cheekily.

The group has been blessed. This man never ceases to amaze you. His abilities are beyond comprehension and comes in handy on so many occassions. Taking a big bite out of the luscious fruit, you hum in delight: "They're delicious! You can tell they're fresh!" - "And not infected!" Penguin and Shachi do a little gleeful dance and Bepo happily munches down the sweet crunch.

Showing your gratitude towards the generous doctor, you give him a nudge with your elbow and he only shakes his head as an answer: "No need. You better thank me for not beheading you right this instant I saw you making a fuzz at the markets!" - "Bold for a man to say, who full on intendedly destroyed those markets with an humongous make shift boulder? I think you're slowly but surely warming up to me, Captain." The others agree to your preposterous statement, Law's eye twitches.

"Not if I'm with a stupid idiot like you are right now! You-", laughter hinders him from finishing his sentence and you inch closer to the aloof white hat, now walking side by side, shoulder to shoulder. You prod playfully: "I hate to break it to you, but I'm with stupid just as much as you. You're not a tiniest bit better than me." To Law's unfortune, his blush is way past of saving.

Where did the now facepalming man hear that before? Everybody digs in and literally inhales the crisp goodness, beaming with joy. "I'm surrounded by idiots.", he rasps through his clenched jaw. 

You are one of a kind. Truly, you are his idiot. And no one except him, has the privilege to call you that. A small smile proving his heart's little secret.

[alwerakoo]

Baby Blue (Chapter 2)

Rise of the TMNT Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi Chapter 2 of a longer fic THIS IS PART OF A SERIES - might be confusing to read without context

AO3

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Don't fuck it up.

Out of any piece of advice Donnie had ever given him, that one was somehow both the easiest to digest – and the most intimidating.

So as with any task he finds even the slightest bit overwhelming (like having an honest conversation about his feelings; or doing the dishes), Leo promptly decides to adopt the same tactic he always does.

Ignoring the problem and hoping someone else would take care of it for him – naturally.

True, spending countless hours on texting Usagi, only to waste almost as much time analyzing every sentence, every emoji, every stupid 'xo', searching for something, definitely can't count as one of his proudest moments.

But in his defense, Usagi rarely crossed that vague, thin line between half-joking and something more. Mostly because Leo never gave him the chance to – always pulling back at the last moment.

('Wish you were here. You have no idea how bored I am,' Usagi texted him once in the middle of the day – when he should've been at work, and Leo should've been asleep.

Leo read his message within a minute.

And he didn't text back: 'What would you do if I was?'. Even if he wanted to.)

But life continued on its own course, maybe not solving anything for him, but definitely giving the right push.

Mikey would probably call it fate, or destiny, or something or other.

Leo calls it dumb luck.

Even if at this precise moment, he feels anything but lucky.

He watches Donnie's fingers mindlessly tap on the back of his phone until his brother finally shrugs, lowering his hand and ending the call.

“He's still not picking up,” he says.

Leo grimaces.

He's sitting on a bench covered in an almost disproportionate amount of graffiti, right next to Mikey, who's doing anything but sitting. His cape is already covered in dust and grime, but Leo doesn't consider that one of his current biggest issues.

He scratches a bit of the chipping paint away with his claw.

“Does he do that a lot?” He asks.

Leo himself had never been the one to care much about punctuality, regarding time as a relative concept by default. He wouldn't be surprised if Usagi shared that particular sentiment.

Donnie holds out his hand in a 'so-so' gesture.

“Usually no,” he says. But then he grimaces, as if poked by an unpleasant memory. “But there were a few... Incidents.”

Mikey spreads his arms, which only makes him look more ridiculous, considering he's still hanging upside down, his feet thrown over the back of the bench.

“Maybe he got stuck in a doorway again,” he laughs. But the sudden gesture must've knocked him off balance, because he quickly places his hands on the ground, dropping his smile. “Wow.”

Raph huffs quietly – equal parts amusement and annoyance, which seemed to be his default setting around so many of his siblings, April included.

“Sit like a person.” He leans forward, one hand behind his younger brother's shell, pulling him upright.

Mikey grumbles.

“So?” April tilts her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are we waiting for him?”

April and Usagi have only met in person once. And although Leo could breathe a little easier that day, knowing that none of the worst-case scenarios he had worked through in his own head found their place in reality, their relationship is understandably still in its 'first impression' stage.

And Leo stubbornly wants it to remain as good as possible.

What April thinks of Usagi shouldn't matter at all, because Leo knows her well enough to realize that if he vowed to marry Staten Island, April wouldn't stand in his way. She'd judge him, hard, and never let him forget about it, but she'd do it from the sidelines.

But it does matter, at least to Leo. Because he likes Usagi so much it makes him ache all over, but he loves April, and there's always that little part of him that blooms in his chest at the thought of his whole family fitting together like a puzzle.

He likes puzzles.

“Are you in a hurry?” Donnie shrugs, looking at April.

April grimaces slightly, twirling her baseball bat in her hand. Leo still isn't sure why her parents let her keep it.

“My project's due tomorrow,” she says.

Coming here had been largely her and Donnie's idea, wrapped in the excuse of a school project.

Leo isn't sure how much April actually cares about the grade. He knows she always survived school on spite alone – failing when she didn't care, and acing when she did.

But maybe, when faced with the opportunity to see something as alien and spectacular as The Hidden City, the actual reason didn't matter as much.

In anyway, Leo had no actual intention of visiting any libraries.

Raph opens his mouth as if to say something, but then freezes, jerking his head toward the end of the street.

Leo doesn't recognize the distant footsteps right away, not in the same instinctive way he can point out his entire family. But he doesn't have to wait long for a familiar face to join them.

“Sagi!”

Mikey jumps up from the bench, almost losing his balance to meet him halfway.

He wraps his arms around his friend's neck, squeezing him like an unusually large, cuddly toy, as he always does when his excitement gets the better of him.

“Hi, ow,” Usagi grimaces, but only a little.

When Mikey lets go of him, he doesn't seem all that bothered.

Leo stands up, feeling the sudden urge to smooth down his mask.

He wonders when that warm wave that always seems to wash over him every time he sees Usagi will finally pass – the one that makes him feel every bone, every nerve, every breath. And wag his tail – like a lovesick puppy.

He hopes it's not so obvious from the outside.

(Judging by the look Raph gives him, it's more of a pipe dream.)

“Hey.” Usagi joins them, patting Donnie on the shoulder as he goes before standing right in front of Leo. “Sorry I'm late.”

He doesn't hug him. But he reaches out, squeezing his elbow, which somehow makes one of Leo's hearts beat even faster.

Leo smiles, a bit stupidly and completely reflexively. But then he feels it fall, something more concerned taking over his face.

For a moment, he just looks over his friend: his face flushed, with wet fur by his ears, like he ran the whole way. He's wearing sweatpants, but his shirt is wrinkled and washed out, like he threw it on in a hurry. It's also too big, swallowing his frame in a way that makes him look weirdly small.

“Dude,” Leo says, “are you okay?”

Usagi's smile fades a bit, giving way to something unexpectedly sad and frustrated – like a fingerprint on a perfectly polished mirror.

“Mhm.” Usagi smooths down his pants nervously. “It's just, uhm...” He hesitates, before finally shrugging. “I don't feel like talking about it now.”

Leo looks over his shoulder, giving his brother a questioning look.

Donnie's face takes on a new expression, something between a grimace and sympathy, until very slowly – he shakes his head.

***

The carnival turns out to be a much larger (and noisier) ordeal than Leo would've expected.

He's used to crowds. To watching them from a distance, to gliding along its very edge, to sticking to the shadows and the night and the things he knows.

He's not used to the lights, the smell of food and overpriced cotton candy, running children bumping into their legs.

The main square in The Hidden City is swimming in vendor stalls, carnival games (in which winning probably doesn't even border on impossible, but merges with it), and above all else – Yōkai.

It's one thing to listen to the pulse of a living city from a distance, to stare at its lights through outstretched hands. And another – to feel it right under his own skin.

Raph sticks out as always; taller than a significant number of the Yōkai passing them by. Even when he raises his shoulders, curling into himself as he always does, when that familiar, slippery feeling reaches them both – like a thousand stares on the back of their necks.

“Fuck,” Leo gasps, throwing an angry look at the Yōkai that slammed into his shoulder. “We're gonna get lost.”

He reaches out a hand on pure instinct, fingers curling around the edge of Raph's shell, like a little kid. He lets go, embarrassed.

“If you get lost, we won't look.” Donnie raises his voice above the chaos surrounding them. “Good luck in the wild.”

“I'd look for you,” Usagi says, because sometimes he's unbearably kind. And then, because he's just as weird: “You wouldn't last a week.”

Usagi takes Leo's elbow in his hand again, squeezing it in a soothing gesture. He runs his thumb over the thin skin.

Leo feels his touch in his bones.

The corners of the square, between tablecloth-covered stalls and bickering customers, stay calm enough to give them a moment to breathe.

“Okay.” Donnie crosses his arms over his chest, clearly as uncomfortable as his brothers, though for probably completely different reasons. “So what's the plan.”

He glances at April, who's resting her hands on her hips, looking around the square.

“Um...” April shoves one hand into her pocket, throwing her bat over her shoulder. “I don't know if-”

She suddenly falls silent, her face stretched somewhere between shock and genuine delight.

She tightens her fingers on Donnie's forearm to get his attention, giving him a small shake. At the same time, she extends her other hand, pointing to one of the side streets with the tip of her bat – barely missing Raph's shoulder in the process.

His brother ducks without missing a beat, accustomed to the occasional threat of an injury that comes with having so many siblings. But Mikey flinches, startled by the sudden movement.

(Leo takes a mental note to have a very private, very vague conversation with April regarding his little brother.)

“Witch Town!” Leo glances over his shoulder to where she's pointing, quickly finding the right sign. “I'll definitely find something interesting there.”

Mikey winces, almost at the same exact moment where Donnie curls into himself a little.

“Oh, yay, Which Town...” Donnie mutters, rubbing his forearm with his hand.

Mikey narrows his eyes.

“Yeah, about that-”

He falls silent when April's grip on Donnie's arm tightens.

“You promised me an A,” she says, sharply and with obvious stubbornness. “And I'm getting that A, no matter what. Let's go.”

She shifts her grip to Donnie's wrist, pulling him along.

“Donnie!” Mikey runs after them, nudging Leo's shoulder on his way. “You know you're not allowed in there!”

Donnie looks over his shoulder, waving a hand.

“What are you, a cop?”

“You're gonna get arrested,” Leo hears Mikey huff, before the three of them disappear completely from his sight. “And I'm not bailing you out.”

For a moment, they watch them leave, before Usagi finally breaks the silence.

“You think they have everything under control?” He asks, in a tone that immediately suggests he's not even counting on it, but he doesn't plan on intervening.

Leo puts his hands on his hips, shrugging.

“And then there were three.”

Raph looks at them.

He looks at his brother, Usagi, and then at Usagi's hand, still gripped around Leo's elbow.

“... See 'ya,” he says suddenly, turning on his heel.

Leo opens his mouth, baffled, but before he can find the words, his brother's already weaving through the crowd of people.

“What's his problem?” Leo snorts.

He crosses his arms over his chest because Usagi lets go of his elbow, and without his touch, his arm feels strangely empty.

“Do you want to go after him?” Usagi asks, and Leo shakes his head.

“Nah. I'll call him later,: he says, patting the phone in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

The second phone Donnie gave them a while ago was definitely one of his most successful gifts. Which didn't mean a lot in his case, but it was the thought that counted.

(Over the past three months, Donnie had developed a habit of creating small but useful gadgets for his brothers. Leo had a feeling it had less to do with some sudden, newfound passion and more with the thick scars still covering his back.)

Raph let Leo have the new phone without much hesitation, which Leo thought to be an unusual act of goodwill. At least until he found out that Donnie had not only included his logo on every screen, but also had an apparently relative understanding of what made a design 'user-friendly'.

But Leo wasn't going to complain much – not when he could finally stop worrying about his own privacy.

“Okay?” Usagi says, a little uncertainly.

He reaches out, smoothing over the fur on his ears.

“Come on.” Leo's hands itch, so much so that for a moment he considers taking his friend's hand. “Let's get out of here.”

He ends up just shoving them into his pocket.

***

As time passes, Leo's shoulders slump, his hands relax, and that familiar, slimy feeling dulls to an easily-avoidable hum in the back of his mind.

He's still more than aware of the weight of his sword on his back, and the rush of the crowd still leaves him with an unpleasant sense of claustrophobia, but good food and good company quickly dull the need to constantly glance over his shoulder.

Usagi seems to be going through the exact opposite.

He sticks close to Leo, even by his own standards; his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders hunched up, as if he's tensing up, ready for something that has completely escaped Leo's notice. He seems completely unlike himself, in the most literal sense.

He tugs on his own shirt like he wants to rip the material away from his body, picks lazily at the cotton cady Leo bought him, and his hands twitch like a broken clock, ticking between one hour and the next.

“Okay, seriously, is everything okay?” Leo finally asks.

They’ve gone off the main road a bit, into narrower but less crowded streets that still give them a bit of room to breathe.

Usagi glances his way, a slight frown crossing his face, like the question itself was pressing on a sore spot.

Leo always appreciated how honest his face is; the way he never seemed to hide any emotion. Even if it meant he could see every wrong move he made stamped right in the middle of it.

He raises his hands defensively, forcing a smile.

“Wow, touchy subject?”

Usagi shakes his head. His ears bounce lightly against his cheek.

“I'm fine,” he says, twisting his fingers around the cotton candy stick. “I just had a... Rough morning.”

He says it like some kind of code, a hidden suggestion that Leo hasn’t had the chance to learn the true meaning of yet.

And maybe he won't get to yet, because Usagi grabs his arm, suddenly distracted by something across the street.

“Look.” He shakes Leo's hand slightly, pointing over his shoulder.

The street lights hanging over them leave bright spots of light on his fur, and Leo has to force himself to look away.

The booth opposite them doesn't really stand out from all the others. It's a carnival game; empty cans arranged in a neat triangle on a counter that Leo is sure is covered in at least one layer of glue.

But Usagi seems particularly drawn to the string hanging above it, and by extension, the row of absurdly large, slightly misshapen, plush dinosaurs.

“Oh,” Leo says.

“This guy has a stand here every year.” Usagi lowers his voice, like it was possible to actually eavesdrop on their conversation over the sound of the crowd. And even if it was, Leo doubts the bored vendor engrossed in a dirty magazine would be particularly interested. “And I swear, the game's rigged.”

Leo tilts his head.

“Of course it’s rigged. It’s a carnival.” He shrugs. “They don’t want you to win.”

Usagi crosses his arms over his chest, clenching his fingers. A flash of something genuinely upset crosses his face, and Leo straightens reflexively, frowning.

“Yeah, but he’s a real dick about it,” he snorts. “He won’t even let me just buy them or anything.”

Leo glances back at the booth.

He bites his cheek, flexing fingers before looking back at Usagi – at the hurt painted in thick lines over his face.

“Do you really want that thing?” He asks.

Usagi blinks, looking at him with obvious surprise.

He already snapped the cotton candy stick in half, but now his arms and hands relax slightly.

“Yeah?” He says, which doesn't sound half as confident as Leo would've expected from him.

He decides that it will have to be enough.

“I'll show you a trick,” he says, lowering his voice. But then he hesitates, uncertain. “But you might have to abandon your moral compass a little.”

“I barely know what that means,” Usagi replies, and Leo believes him.

He leads them to a narrow side alleyway, away from any unwanted gaze, before he reaches behind his back, feeling the familiar, calming hum of his sword under his fingers.

He holds out his hand, feeling his friend's gaze, and he preens under the attention.

And with one precise movement – the air in front of them opens up. Leo glances at Usagi out of the corner of his eye – just to make sure he's paying it the attention and admiration it deserves. Even if Usagi has already seen this particular trick many times before.

A blue glow falls on the pavement and Leo's hand, as he reaches through the portal.

“Don't worry,” he says, quickly pulling back, now with an armful of stuffed dinosaur, “he won't even notice he's missing one.”

Usagi's eyes widen.

He holds out his hands, accepting the gift with almost unwarranted gentleness, smoothing the fabric over its crooked neck.

He stares at the plush for the longest moment, lowering his head. He flexes his fingers over it, almost like he's scratching the green fabric. Then he pulls back and his hand hovers, like he doesn't know what to do with it anymore.

He finally sighs, quietly, a little shakily.

“Thank you,” he says, and it sounds weak.

He holds the stuffed animal tighter to his chest, with enough force to make his shoulders tremble slightly. He rocks on his heels, muscles tight.

Leo frowns, tilting his head slightly to look him in the eye.

“Hey, what-”

Usagi sniffs.

Leo straightens, a wave of panic hitting him like hot steam.

“Wow, wow!” He holds out his hands; then lowers them, unsure of what to do with them. “What's wrong?”

Usagi shakes his head, rubbing his face with a hand.

Leo hesitates, only for a moment, before finally reaching out, closing his fingers around Usagi's wrist. He pulls it down, squeezing it lightly.

“You're just,” Usagi sniffs again, “always so nice to me.”

“I'm... Sorry?” Leo tries.

It's clearly not the right move, and Usagi blinks rapidly, his eyes shiny and wet.

His face is always open and honest and right now, it's shattered into a million pieces.

“Okay, okay. Maybe...” He lets his thoughts run loose, searching for the right one.

He pulls away a bit, raising his sword again.

He's still not the best at controlling his own portals, but he's good enough.

Or maybe his sword senses his growing desperation, because the portal that opens up before them seems to lead exactly where he planned.

“Okay,” he repeats, holding out his hand. “Let's get out of here.”

Usagi looks between him and the portal, his face laced with something sad and hurt.

He doesn't seem to trust the portal as much as Leo does.

But he takes his hand anyway.

[ctheathy]

Lost Chances Face Consequences

Kennith Simmons x Reader

Yandere Oneshot

Author’s note: I'm not even kidding when I say that I was utterly destroyed for months after finding out about his homosexuality. Pain.

Allow me to clear something up real quick, as a certain person got frustrated with me because I made a ‘gay male x female’ oneshot. It's not. This story is supposed to represent one brainwashing themselves into “liking” somebody due to their internal loneliness. It's like children who get many “crushes” when it's really just them wanting friends to fill that void.

Kennith/Reader [“Romantic Tendencies”]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! as it's the point of the entire oneshot • Manipulation • Emotional dependency [from Kennith] • Rejection • Non consensual holding • Needle mention • Drugging

“___ ... I love you! Please ... Go out with me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed a little at the boy infront of you as you scrunched your nose in disgust ever so slightly, raising an eyebrow in confusion at his audacity for even asking the question right now.

Kennith Simmons. He's been a good friend of yours ever since highschool... You've both always been the loners among the school, automatically making your bond with one another grow immensely after noticing eachother's isolation and awkward nature. And you might be confused at your current revulsion towards a simple confession coming from the male. Well. It wasn't like you were frustrated with him... But you certainly weren't happy either. The whole scene that was currently playing out just filled you with a massive sense of embarrassment. And perhaps even disappointment?

Why, you may ask?

Because the scene was playing out exactly as it did a few months ago when the roles were reversed. The nervous look on his face, the sweet yet awkward smile plastered on his lips, the many gifts and flowers resting in his sweaty palms, the mere hope in his eyes only for it to be shattered an instant later. It was exactly like yours... The whole scenery was just a direct copy of what happened to you about half a year ago, filling you with complete deja vu. You were always aware of the high risk of falling in love with a close friend... But you couldn't help your foolish self back then.

Bad... Bad mistake.

You still remember his empathetic yet blunt and straightforward statement like a core memory, the first time you've been informed on his romantic preference for men and men only. You're cried yourself to sleep for over twenty times as much as you can remember. Countless of restless nights and stess filled days eating away at your emotional state for God knows how long. And that simple fact messed up your mental health for literal months. And yet... You allowed yourself to let him go. To move on from a crush on somebody you could never have. You improved yourself and you managed to mature in perspective. Time heals a person, is something you learned. And yet, that improvement might be crumbled to bits by his stupid gesture alone. Returning the exact same confession you had given him and behaving as if he didn't reject you.

You just narrowed your eyes a little as you couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out over the entire situation. This wasn't supposed to happen at all and you felt as if he was about to drag you through the mud.

“Kennith... With all due respect, did you get hit on the head and happen to forget about your homosexuality, or...?” you sarcastically spoke with slight snark, this scenario starting to piss you off more than you expected it to. In fact, you would have been on cloud nine if he said this to you about six months ago. But now? You felt as if you were being played with like a fiddle. It was as if you were being deceived for a fool and you weren't having it in the slightest. You managed to move on from your puppy crush on him ... And now he was trying to get you to like him again?

You crossed your arms as he noticeably gulped at your statement. You both knew you were right no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he confirmed it himself for goodness sake! You just let out a small sigh, trying to cover up the overwhelming confusion you were feeling at the moment. Your eye was twitching a little that to hide the current anger that was starting to fill your veins. Why were you having this ‘heart-to-heart’ chitchat in the first place?

“You’re right. I only like men but... I can't help but feel like I love you” he spoke out without a single hint of shame, making you cringe a little in the process. You just blinked a few times, trying to take in his words and how foolish it all sounded. “Kennith...” you calmly exclaimed. “You like men. I'm a woman.” you bluntly spoke as you raised an eyebrow once more, trying to make him see the ridicule of his own words. Surely this had to click?

Nope.

“___... I love you ...” he spoke out with a blank tone and facial expression, making you take a step back in the process. It sounded as if he was brainwashed of some sorts... The sentence didn't even sound genuine, it reminded you of auto repeat if you were bluntly honest with yourself. You couldn't help but facepalm, muttering out an ‘you're stubborn...’ under your breath before you went back to stare at him with concern in your eyes. It went back and forth like that for a while. You tried to get your point across how unfair this entire situation was to you and how irrational he was behaving. That you didn't even want to like him as a romantic interest anymore for the sake of your own wellbeing, but Kennith didn't seem to take no as an answer. And you would be lying if you said that this argument wasn't getting the worst out of you. It felt like you were arguing with a child. No matter how neatly you tried to word out your thoughts, he wouldn't listen. And the whole situation was starting to take a toll on you too, your emotions all over the place due to this sudden accusation that he liked you like you liked him all this time. Which was a ridiculous thought on its own already. Eventually, you just snapped.

“damn it-! What will it take for you to open your eyes for once in a lifetime-!?” you hissed back as you could feel tears prickling in your eyes. You had made peace with the fact that he would never like you back, but you could feel all of that resentment slowly returning to where it originally was. All that pain from one simple past rejection crashing back down on you like an asteroid would.

You glared daggers at your the boy you once considered a friend. The boy you were once in love with. “... You don't like me at all. You just feel obligated to because you have nobody else...” you silently muttering out to yourself, looking to the side as you wiped your eye that was currently tearing up. “That’s not love. That's manipulation.” you spat as you directly spelled out the truth right infront of his nose. You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to keep it from quivering and yourself from bawling your eyes out on the spot.

“You’re manipulating yourself too, get a grip.”

You coldly spoke out before turning around, ready to leave this mess of a conversation behind. But Kennith’s brown eyes couldn't help but widen as soon as you seemed determined to take your leave. And something that caught you even further off guard was his his hand having a tight grip on your arm in an instant, bruising your limb in the process and making you yelp out in pain. You tried to rip your arm from his grasp, but he wouldn't budge in the slightest, making you grow paranoid and even more emotional than before. You warned for him to let go, resistance and slight hostility in your once gentle voice. But he just continued to stare, piercing right through your soul with those blank features. You grew hesitant.

But you felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest as he suddenly pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you in a tight grip as if you were a stress toy, his ‘embrace’ only growing more uncomfortable as time went on. You were just frozen in place, not expecting such a death grip from a fragile boy such as Kennith. He was holding onto you as if he would die if he didn't have you close for a mere second.What happened in those six months when you two grew apart? You couldn't help but shiver slightly as his hands caressed all over your back, seemingly trying to comfort you. But if anything, it only stressed you out even further and you swore you were on the verge of a panic attack. Your blood ran cold as soon as you felt a tiny sting on the side on your arm, getting one last glance of an injection needle and his last words managing to reach your ears.

“A label will not stop me from having you”

[lavenoon]

funny idea/dialogue popped into my head, thought you'd enjoy:

Neon: Some guy keeps bothering me at the corner store. Can I give him your brother's number? Eclipse: ??? Why? Neon: I think it would be hilarious to see your brother's reactions, even better when they find out it's me giving it out

Been sitting here now thinking about how Sun/Moon would react/deal with some person being way too pushy.

If it has to do with Robin I can see both boys dealing with it completely differently, and both would be equally hilarious.

Sun/ Moon getting a random text that is way too flirty: This is the third this week. This is hell. This is our purgatory. Robin, unbothered: Neon's got game. Good for them

Now, Sun and Moon respectively getting unwanted advances and also reacting to someone flirting with Robin? Coming right up! <3 (With a sneeeaaky little sliding in of this ask again, too)

Sun is friendly. Promise. He might humor someone to a degree, the more subtle stages of flirting like the conversation leading up to it are totally fine by him. A little fun even! And he doesn't want to crush someone's confidence by immediately shooting them down. (Pre-Y/N, craving more contact, he may have hoped that someone would just click, but alas). But if they barrel right into it, or are tasteless about it, or once they simply hit a point where he feels like he's misleading them by continuing the conversation, he'll opt for a decisive, and more or less gentle let down. Maybe throw in how he's flattered, but simply not interested like that. If they take that badly/ continue to push? He'll lean down to eye level (going with the most likely scenario of the offender being shorter lmao), and, well. Y'all remember the face Robin got pre-ankle grabbing? Sharp teeth and predatory squint? Yup, that one. "Whatever makes you think your crude attempts could ever work? Perhaps you should direct them at someone with lower standards." and simply walk off. He'll be a bit of a bitch about it, and he's not sorry.

Now as soon as Y/N is involved? Boy pouts. On the one hand, he knows this isn't his place to intervene, on the other hand, that's his darling and someone else just... Does this? After he's been trying for ages and has gotten nowhere (yet)? They don't even compare to what he can offer Y/N - who do they think they are? Will stand on the side and death glare subtly, up until the point where Y/N may seem even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Then it's on. Pre-relationship that'll be when he pretends (whereas once they hit the official dating status, honestly anyone flirting with Y/N must really not take a hint), casually pulling them closer with an arm around their shoulder. He leans down, turning his face away from the offending party to scan Y/N's - and then decide to take further action. If they're just slightly miffed, but seem receptive to his mischief, he'll straighten again with the most innocent smile, pushing himself just slightly in front of them. He'll have a little fun with this person, and Y/N has to drag him away (he lets them) before he starts a fight or makes them cry, all while they try to keep the laughter down. If they're genuinely uncomfortable however he'll brush their cheek with the thumb of his free hand, and mumble a soft "My dear, let's go," before turning them away and putting himself directly between them and the other person. The Face(tm), again, as he gives them a clipped "We have a prior engagement. You should sign up for a course on taking hints," and something about his smile just ensures the other person doesn't even think about objecting to this turn of events. Later he'll make sure he didn't overstep, right back to fretting when it's just the two of them, and Y/N is quick to reassure him that nah, all good - they appreciate it. He gets worse then <3

Moon is. Oh my god, poor guy. He is so supremely awkward with civilians, mingling socially just... isn't for him. Add to that that he's out at night and thus has a higher chance of running into someone not quite sober trying to flirt with him? If the way he looks at them isn't hint enough, that's honestly not too unlikely, because that is the expression of a terribly awkward man who wants nothing more than to parkour away, if not for societal norms keeping him rooted to the spot. May take the more direct "No thanks" route with defensively raised hands before slinking away. If whatever fool can't take no for an answer and follows, he may just turn and snap at them. That's quite the whiplash - because suddenly the kind of awkward animatronic has red eyes and sharp teeth, the latter clicking shut hard, as he just hisses "Not. interested. Don't make me say it again." Before they can actually react he's already running away calmly and totally not faster than normal walking away, deeply mortified at what currently happened.

When it's Y/N who's being flirted with? Jealousy override. Maybe they aren't a couple (yet) (please just be a yet) but that doesn't mean he doesn't absolutely have besties privileges by then. They're friends, and he knows them, and frankly, the audacity of some people to think they can just stroll up to Y/N while he's there? He's been trying to shoot his own shot for months, get in line. Will technically act sooner than Sun, simply because he immediately gravitates closer to Y/N and gets grabby. Maybe sneaks a hand to hold, or has a hand on the small of their back, while leaning forward just slightly and keeping both eyes on the other person. Y/N may not even immediately notice, but the flirter sure does. Scary dog privileges real. As long as Y/N seems fine, he'll just stand there and subtly gloat because he can stand so close and not get shooed away, not that other person. May even lean down and go "As much as I love this little improv bit, can we leave?" Y/N, their attention now on him (just the way he likes it) goes "Yes, and you're a fucking dork." He leads them away with a "language" reprimand, and it's good he doesn't have a tongue to stick out at the left behind fool. If Y/N is in any way uncomfortable, he cuts straight to the chase. Hands on their shoulders, and pushes them away from the other person, putting himself between the two much like Sun. If that person makes any move to follow, he whips around and this time it's on purpose that the eyes glow and the teeth click. Depending on how bad it is, a few claws may be on display, too (though no taser. That's for work). A low, but very very charged "Don't even think about it" before he leads Y/N away. May take them straight home after quietly shooting them a "You okay?", and will grumble a bit about people and going out, and a movie back home sounds much better anyway <3

[ilovetheseattlemariners]

Getting cooked

Yes, it's beginning to become that time. Where this peaceful disquietude is reaching its end. Suddenly the world I put on pause and forgot, the world of my first year, is beginning to resume, and I can't really take it, to be honest. It'll continue without me, and while everyone basks in the pleasures I'll be in this purgatory that isn't actually a purgatory except I make it one.

I might not ever see you, coworker S. We had fun, didn't we? We'll last forever, won't we? I asked coworker L if i could work Monday -- not saying that I was asking if we could work monday together, one last time -- and she just laughed me off. Things just work out that way, I suppose.

I keep on thinking about so many of the people I met at the gig. They'll be my life in the following years, at least theoretically. The people at the candy store are already practically gone from my life. I don't know. I want to keep them all. I'm bad at that. You should know that by now.

Will you all promise to keep me somewhere, at least? Somewhere where none of this ever happened. Where we can trust in the past which isn't true yet isn't a lie. Will you give me that, at least?

Mom finally admitted that Dad was committing "emotional abuse" against her. No more insinuations. I don't want to see them both dedicate their lives to each other. It's just sad and trite and painful. And honestly they will because they're Catholics and that's what a bunch of random fucks thousands of years ago decreed before they knew anything about this planet. Like my mom nearly booked a flight for her and my dad to go to New York and silently I was begging her not to because like they don't like each other in the slightest. My dad doesn't even bother pretending anymore. But today she confided in me that she decided not to because she'd just been so unhappy these past few days and like fuck I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had the chance to raise me and my brother as kids and I guess the moment left you and now you're trying your best to tell us its still there when in truth the moment isn't there and in truth we still aren't there. I'm not eight any longer. Sometimes I just can't stand either of them, but its during sobering moments like when my mom picks me up from work and confides in me such poignant and painful moments like that, or when my dad was dropping me off earlier today and he was making corny unfunny banter to make me smile -- and it did make me smile, in a sort of pitying way, that I realize that I will cry and cry and cry and cry when they both die.

And I'm so shit at living life. I still haven't applied for student loan and I'm locked out of getting my ID fixed for the foreseeable future because I can't work a fucking calendar. Honestly I think the most correct viewing of this scenario is that I'm a victim to bureaucracy (I was about to make a comment about how of course bureaucracy is one of those words you can't spell, but I aced my first attempt at spelling it), but I guess one of bureaucracy's tricks is making you feel like it's your fault.

I need to date someone. I think that's the solution. Also mariners won today which makes everything a bit better. I think I played well last night at the gig. I love you.

[tetsunabouquet]

I thought of the scenario could I please ask for a yandere Senri with kianna in this scenario he meets her as part of the night class

* in this scenario Subaru let her change schools*

And catches feelings for her but she avoids him since she doesn't know what he wants from her

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Because you loved my headcanons for your OC's so much, I decided to give you a one-shot this time! Sorry it took a while for this request, its been years since I've written from the perspective of a yandere character, so I had to get back into it.

Senri normally did not take too much interest in other girls, not even if they were new to Cross Academy, but Kianna was different. When she was introduced to the class, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her demure beauty. If you asked Senri, she had a something delicate and serene, like a flower petal. Her scent was equally as intoxicating, and he could get high simply by catching a whiff of Kianna. He was famished for her blood in ways he couldn't describe with words. Barely having any presence, it was easy to lay around the dorm and keep an eye on her under the pretense he was asleep. He soaked up every conversation Kianna had that he could overhear, getting drunk on her sweet voice. Having her followed by a servant or a familiar wasn't that difficult either. Within this violence, chaos ridden world of vampires where peace was just a projected illusion by the most powerful, Senri wanted to make sure she was safe. He was thankful Subaru had already gotten rid of his other brothers. It would be a pain to kill them all himself. Make no mistake, if Subaru ever even did the slightest thing out of line, Senri would slice his head off but for now, Subaru was useful. His friends didn't pose a problem either, on the contrary, Rima befriending Kianna over their shared love for goth fashion only gave Senri even more excuses to get close with Kianna and be near her often. He was very irritated with the fact she avoided him whenever they hung out, but Senri would not give up so easily. Kianna also sat on the other side of Rima during class and whilst he somewhat envied Rima for sitting next to her it was easy to secretly glance at Kianna during class with his close proximity nonetheless. Senri was admittedly also guilty of planting some spy technology around Rima's room and a GPS tracker in her purse so he could keep tabs on her and Kianna whenever they went out shopping. He might feel a tad bit guilty over using his long-time friend in such manner, but all guilt was forgotten the second he thought of Kianna. Senri was an intoxicated fool in love and as much as he hated being compared to his father, it shouldn't be that surprising that he at least shared a trait with his father when it came to how obsessive they could be. Right now, Senri was accompanying Rima and Kianna to a fashion designer that was close to his mother back in her acting days. He tried to push down his irritation at Kianna for choosing to sit next to Rima instead of him but someday, she would fall for him, he was certain. Rima was trying her best not to gush as she chatted with Kianna about the skirt she had long wanted from the designer. Senri soaked in Kianna's responses like a human trying to sunbathe, wanting it to penetrate his every pore as if it could swallow her voice, her touch. Someday, he would have her all to himself, he just needed to play the game right. Thankyfully, Senri was not an impatient person and was willing to wait years for Kianna to notice him. He smiled at the girls and informed them they were near the designer's place as the car driver stopped. He got out of the car first to hold open the door for Kianna and Rima, appearing as the perfect gentleman. The girls each stepped out, and he gestured at them to follow him. He walked in the middle, relishing to be the only one walking next to Kianna, who was looking a tad bit uneasy. He refused to care, someday, she would be his and his alone. He would remain here, wrapping her around his finger with gestures to please her and give her as many gifts as he could until she realized there was no one as devoted as Senri to become her husband. Yes, Kianna was his.

[mhaynoot]

ch182

oh cheongryeo my little psychopath you really are a psycho

he's so red flag red flag im so in love alslkd i didnt expect a whole ass kidnapping scene but like damn thats good pay off considering the sprinkling of foreshadowing, building tension and bait with the fake de-escalating "im sorry" part

listen i like my ships as messy as possible. the more they bring out the worst in each other to the point it loops back into actually making them better is so Peak Ship Dynamic

warning: my opinions and some personal critiques on dod here

i think im gonna take a break on reading this though and just wait for manhwa updates instead because the novel is very ... slow? or maybe i should say its a bit too light hearted for me i dunno

i think it would have been a little more interesting if the other members of testar were also part of some other system or if there was just a lot more drama in genera. i dont know but considering what i know of irl kpop and the really messy fights that happened, the internal and interpersonal character conflicts here are just the slightest bit too tame for me personally and, while that isn't necessarily bad thing, its just not to my drama loving taste. also the external conflicts aren't all that spicy either to act as a counterbalance.

well tbh, i was already very worried when i saw the survival show format and the first debut or die mission because thats a very short term conflict. and the back to back missions, format and tension of the survival show is incredibly good for creating escalating high stakes and, combined with the death penalty, it has a natural development for consistently high tension and lots of potential drama and conflicts. and the novel hit those points very well. and while i think they definitely could have potentially made this arc a little longer and explore different aspects, it does end as a satisfactory first arc. but now there's the rest of the 600 chapter story which will have to match that level of tension. and so far i dont think it really has? at least until cheongryeo LMAO which is why i love him so much!! he makes things interesting and the novel isnt afriad to make him villainous and start shit up and do actual things that really fucks up moondae and has like some future consequences like oh no whats gonna happen to their relationship, whatll they do in the future when they meet, whats happening to the other members and their relo with this sunbae who they admired

i just feel the novel is really fluffy and light hearted for a death scenario concept. and even if it didn't want external conflicts to be too heavy, a way to keep the stakes might have been to shift focus onto interpersonal conflicts instead. like i really thought they'd continue to do that when the keun seijin and bae seijin arc happened. and then the chungwon arc too! but it feels like its been twenty small online conflicts in a row between them. i just want stuff with like actual group breaking, and potentially friendship destroying conflicts that they have to work through.

yes the testar members are wholesome and nice and they love moondae and...? that's about it right now for the last some chapters now. they dont have arguments, they dont even really properly talk to each other. i know moondae treats it like coworkers and professionalism but maybe bring up more of the other members perspectives. like i know we're in moondae's pov but like considering the consistent pov shifts, it wouldn't be too bad to at least make it so that we can flesh out the other members and their relationships with each other too?

but like what do i know?

maybe i should've seen moondae's easy rise to platnium and quick skill up as an indicator that this novel isn't really focused on drama and breaking the kneecaps of its mc like what i prefer. i dunno i just thought that was a bait or smth and things escalate hard later or smth HAHAH yeah i guess when i saw the death failure, i jumped to conclusions and thought this novel would be a really gritty one that might touch on and explore the messed up behind the scenes of kpop

[kim-seung-mo]

𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 (ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖)

♩ gn!reader, angst with the slightest of fluff, romance, emotional, miscommunication, crying, cursing (in changbin's scenario)

♩♩ word count: 2.5k

♩♩♩ A/N: might do maknae line might not, idk lol, running out of ideas

wip list here maknae line here

Chan

Reason for breaking up: He thinks you deserve someone better

Chan had this hidden fear ever since the beginning when he chose to be with you.

He loves you very much, more than anyone else in the world.

But he believed that he didn't have time to be with you properly.

That hidden fear has been tormenting him silently.

Every time he sees the sacrifices you make because of him, he feels terribly bad.

He felt that if it was someone else, they could definitely make you happier.

And so, when he came home at four o'clock in the morning once again to see you sleeping on the couch, the guilt that had been suppressed inside him exploded out.

"Y/N, let's… Break up. It's not you who's not good enough, don't ever think that it's you …… It's me, it's my problem. I just don't think I could ever make you as happy as you deserve to be."

You have no idea how much courage it took for him to say that.

Separation time: three months, two weeks and four days

He remembered every day exactly.

He was the one who initiated the breakup, but it was also he who couldn't endure the feeling of loneliness.

He couldn't help but miss the days when he had you, couldn't help but look through his phone for everything about you.

Your photos, the text messages between the two of you, the voice messages you left for him.

But for three months, you never reached out to him either.

Maybe he was right, and you were indeed happier without him.

But it felt like a hole had opened up in his heart and kept bleeding out.

The thought, the fact that "you'd be happier without him" was killing him.

How you got back together: The members went to you

Although Chan himself did not come to talk to you, and always pretended that everything was normal in front of others, his members, who knew him best, saw him clearly.

Chan without you simply wasn't Chan.

The first people who couldn't take it were Changbin and Jisung, who needed to work with him to produce music.

The two of them called you one after another to ask you what was wrong with your relationship.

You answered them truthfully that it was Chan who wanted to break up with you because he felt that "you deserved someone better".

After a bit of conversation, you realized that you had completely misunderstood Chan's intentions.

You thought that "you deserved someone better" was just a euphemism.

You always thought he was just tired of you, tired of your normality.

You always thought that Chan was just too kind-hearted to say such words more straightforwardly.

You didn't even think that he actually really thought that you deserved someone better.

For you, he was the perfect one, and no one could compare to him.

No one could ever make you feel as happy as he does.

So, after learning the real reason for your breakup, you immediately went to him and told him what you really thought.

He cried for a long time, apologized to you, and explained how confused he had been.

You both agreed that from now on you had to tell each other about any emotional confusion, and the two of you would discuss the situation together.

Minho

Reason for breaking up: You thought he didn't love you

Even after being together, his attitude towards you didn't seem to be different from before.

It seemed that even though you became his lover, your place in his heart remained the same.

Apart from the addition of the title "lover", it was exactly the samel.

You wondered if he really liked you.

Did he really like you, or was he only using you as an excuse to avoid others?

What you didn't know was that it wasn't that he didn't love you, but that he didn't dare to show his love for you.

He thought you were in love with the "Minho" you knew, which is why he didn't dare to show any changes.

He only dared to kiss you secretly on the forehead and say his "I love you"s when you were asleep.

"Minho, I don't think we should continue like this."

When he heard you say that, he felt as if time had been paused.

"What does that mean?"

"I can't lie to myself like this anymore, let's break up."

He saw the sadness in your eyes, the love in your eyes seemed to have faded quite a bit, and suddenly he couldn't say a word.

He thought that it was you who didn't love him.

Separation time: five days

If Jisung hadn't taken five days to find out you two had broken up, this time might have been less.

He couldn't believe that you two had broken up.

"Did you bring up the breakup? Hyung, why? Tell me the reason."

"It wasn't me… It was Y/N."

Jisung's eyes widened, as if he was even more confused.

"Y/N wanted to break up with you? What on earth did you do to them?"

"I don't know, Jisung, I don't know. Y/N doesn't seem to love me anymore."

Jisung had never seen such a heartbroken expression on Minho's face.

He knew Minho wouldn't go and talk to you himself, so he had to do it for him.

How you got back together: Han Jisung talked to you for a long time

"There must be some kind of misunderstanding in this, you definitely aren't out of love with hyung, right?"

As you opened the door, before you had a chance to see who was in front of you, he had already opened his mouth and was talking in a rapper's pace.

You froze for a moment before realizing that he was talking about Minho.

You didn't know what to say, so you just told him "I don't want to lie to myself anymore".

He frowned and asked you what you meant by that, so you explained to him what had happened.

"I don't want to lie to myself and tell myself that he loves me, he doesn't love me at all."

"But Minho hyung told me that it was you who didn't love him anymore."

He then soon realized that the reason you and Minho had broken up was purely because of a communication problem.

He was afraid that if he changed and showed more love to you, you would feel uncomfortable and weirded out.

And you, on the other hand, have been expecting that change, wanting his love but not daring to ask for it.

That was how it turned out to be.

After learning this fact, you felt remorseful and hated yourself for not being more straightforward.

And after you found Minho to tell him your feelings, the way he looked at you changed instantly.

He removed all pretense and revealed his most genuine feelings.

His endless love for you, and a lasting kiss.

Changbin

Reason for breaking up: He was just mad at you and said it to scare you, but didn't think you'd take it seriously

You were fighting again over petty things, and this wasn't the first time today.

You both were a bit competitive and always wanted to prove each other wrong.

So whenever you couldn't agree on something, you would start debating.

He's been a little stressed lately, with little inspiration for composing, and after having an argument with you, his mood could be considered to have hit rock bottom.

"Seo Changbin! You're tossing your clothes everywhere again! How many times have I told you to fold your clothes properly or throw them in the laundry bin?"

He slammed his hat down in front of you with anger, glaring at you with red eyes.

"If so many things about me upset you, why don't we just fucking break up!?"

You happened to have experienced a lot of rough patches today, and the anger came rushing in.

"Fine! You said it! Let's break up! So I won't ever have to care about your bullshit ever again!"

You dropped those words and left, not even leaving him with a spare look.

Separation time: a few hours

He never actually admitted that you broke up, but out of fear of losing face, he didn't chase after you.

He thought this was a good time for you both to calm down.

But as he laid in the cold bed without you at night, he couldn't help but start thinking about what he would do if you really did break up.

Without you… He might not be able to live a normal life at all.

No kiss from you when he wakes up, no sharing of happiness with you, no hugs from you in times of distress, no cheering for him when he gets off stage…

He began to regret, you have already made so many sacrifices for him, why couldn't he give in to you a little on such trivial things? You were the person who loved him the most, so why did he always have to argue with you?

If you really broke up because of such a minor thing, he would have hated himself for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, he picked up the jacket you folded for him aside and rushed out of the house.

How you got back together: He went straight to you to talk it over

Although it says "getting back together ", he simply did not approve of the breaking of your relationship.

He would not let this relationship end, absolutely no chance.

He knew where you would go when you were sad, so it took less than ten minutes to find you.

When he saw you wiping your tears, he felt his heart ache.

Because of his words, words that were never meant to be said, you were crying.

He wanted to slap himself, but you were the priority right now.

He came running to your side and put his jacket on your back.

"You know, I didn't mean any of that, right?"

You moved in the opposite direction, ignoring him.

"Y/N… scold me, hit me or whatever, just don't ignore me ……"

You glanced at him and frowned when you saw that he wasn't wearing a jacket.

"Why did you only bring me a jacket? Where's your own?"

He smiled when he heard your caring remark.

"I guess you still care about me. You were lying about the "never having to care about my bullshit" part, weren't you?"

You turned to face him, looked at the dark circles under his eyes, and reached out to touch them with a bit of concern.

"Have you not been resting well lately? Or is there something not going well at work? Earlier when you said you wanted to… Break up, it really freaked me out. Even knowing that you were just talking out of your ass to scare me, I …… I couldn't help but think that you were serious."

He grabbed your wrist and brought you into his arms.

"Of course I wasn't serious …… I love you so much, how could I ever actually want to break up with you? Besides, I've long been ready to be bossed around by you for the rest of my life."

Hyunjin

Reason for breaking up: You lied and told him you didn't love him anymore

You've been together since forever, since before his debut.

Your relationship has always been stable, never had more than a few fights over the years.

People around him say that he was a completely different person before and after he met you.

"Maybe that's the kind of change love can make in a person?"

He even sometimes felt that a large part of his success today was due to you.

You were there for him when things were hardest, and always stayed by his side to be his support.

So, when you told him "I don't love you anymore", his reaction was predictable.

Disbelief, disapproval, feeling that it was ridiculous, feeling that you were lying to him, crying, a lot of tears, crying constantly, feeling that the world was going to collapse down on him.

But your expression was calm, even as you watched him in pain, you didn't come up and hold him in your arms as usual, telling him in a gentle voice "I'm here, it's okay".

"Why?"

Although he didn't want to hear the answer, he asked anyway.

"It's just that… I don't love you anymore. When I'm with you, I don't feel love anymore."

He didn't understand why you had made it through the hardest times with him, only to choose to leave him when you finally saw the light at the end, when you could finally enjoy happiness.

Why? Because you were lying to him.

Separation time: 3 weeks

Hyunjin's life was turned upside down.

He couldn't seem to get up any energy to do anything.

He would still go to work as usual, practice dancing and singing, and stand on stage to perform to STAY.

But there was just something different.

It was as if, his enthusiasm had disappeared.

This was extremely frustrating for everyone.

He hadn't even touched his paintbrush for three weeks.

His room was always dark, and you could always see him lying on the bed, curled up in a ball when you went in.

If you listened carefully, you could hear the faint sound of sobs.

"What can I ever do when I can't even keep my beloved? How can I keep my fans?"

"Maybe I don't have charisma at all, otherwise how come Y/N would ……"

Every night he would have the same nightmare of what you said the day you left him.

Until……

"Hyunjin's recent performance has been really concerning…"

Hyunjin heard his name as he passed by a JYP office.

"Didn't you say that if you let them break up, he could focus more on his career?"

"I didn't expect Y/N to be so important to him!"

Hyunjin's pupils shrank.

"Maybe, it was wrong to talk Y/N into breaking up with him after all……"

How you got back together: Rushing to you and crying

It was raining heavily outside, but he still rushed to the apartment where you live without any hesitation and kept knocking on the door of your house.

The moment you opened it, he was already venting his feelings, saying to you in a voice you've never heard before.

"I knew you were lying to me! They made you break up with me, didn't they? They're the ones who-"

Before he could finish his sentence, tears came rushing to his eyes once again, he grabbed your shoulders and kept shaking them, wanting an answer from you.

You try to rebut him, but he spoke again before you could say anything.

"I heard them, I heard it all. They're wrong, Y/N, and you breaking up with me will only make me- only make me feel like I'm broken and can't function. I know you must still love me, you still love me, right? If you don't love me, why are you crying now?"

He hugged you tightly, and this time, he would never let go.

"Never again will you lie to me and say you don't love me …… I would rather die than have to admit to something like that."

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