#my favorite place to go for a walk is right next to the river so it's probably flooded rn

[ranger-kellyn]

hhhhhhhhhh the best part about november being over is i'm officially in Seasonal Depression Mode and the charm of fall has worn off and now all i want to do is Rot 🙃

[wonbriiize]

riize as boyfriends pt. 1

pt 2. is here

✧₊⁺ shotaro

the type of boyfriend who would wake you up with kisses

he yearns for a deep & meaningful relationship

would make you film cute dance tiktoks with him ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

he would notice when you’re feeling sad and would do his best to make you feel better

like, he would buy your favorite flowers and surprise you with them

or he would call you over to his place and surprise you with your favorite movie & snacks

it’s important to him for you guys to talk about your feelings, desires, goals etc. openly

if conflict happens, he’d rather sit down and talk it out because he goes crazy thinking about you guys being on bad terms

he is so so so supportive !! whatever you want to do, he will stand behind you, he will always have your back no matter what ♡ ̆̈

shotaro is usually very happy but when he sees that you‘re having a bad day, his mood goes down too. like, you hate the world right now? good, so does he !! you want to cry a river? well, he will cry along with you !!

✧₊⁺ eunseok

would pull up behind you and put his arm around your waist to hold you close to him

especially in social gatherings, it’s his sign to show everyone that you’re only his

he stares at you for the longest time and when you ask what’s up he just straight up says ‘i love you’ with the most serious tone ever

it makes him smile when you get shy after he does this, he just loves watching your reaction to it

the type of boyfriend who would have a pic of you in his wallet

when people would ask him ‘who‘s this’, he would softly smile and say ‘my favorite person’

likes to try out new things on your dates

for example going to places you’ve never been to, or doing fun activities that both of you haven’t tried yet

loves teasing you, in every way possible

would sneak up next to you in bed and watch you sleep with admiring eyes because he loves how peaceful you appear (*◡*♡)

✧₊⁺ sungchan

the type of boyfriend who would wake you up in the morning to go out for a walk

would make you breakfast as well

like when you’re on your period, he’d want you to rest in your bed and bring the breakfast to you (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

honestly, he’s the type to ask ‘where’s my hug at?’

when you’d hug him, he’d wrap his arms around you so tightly that you fear he’s going to break your bones

he‘d rest his chin on your head and tease you with pushing it down

you like to scare him so sometimes when he does that, you act like he actually hurt you

he would get so concerned, step back and look at you with the most beautiful and apologetic eyes you’d ever seen

sungchan would keep saying sorry even when you tell him you were just joking, because if he’d actually hurt you, he‘d never be able to forgive himself

you‘d have to kiss him to silence him and assure him that everything is fine, and after the kiss, sungchan would have the biggest smile on his face, his eyes looking down at you with the most loving gaze ♡ ´･ᴗ･ `♡

✧₊⁺ wonbin

sends you good morning and good night messages

if he‘s out shopping and sees something that he thinks you’d like or it reminds him of you, he’d buy it right away

he‘s such a scaredy cat but he’d act so tough to look cool in front of you

like, if you guys would go to a horror escape room, he would secretly be shitting his pants everytime your attention wouldn’t be on him

but the second your eyes wander back to him, he’d act like this is the most easiest thing ever

when something creepy would happen in the escape room, he’d try to put all his fear aside and protect you

but you’re a bit better with horror stuff than him, so he actually ends up being the one who needs protection, like he’d hide behind you

also, for your birthday, he’d sing your favorite song for you while playing the guitar

everytime you wouldn’t be looking at him, he would be staring at you, telling himself how lucky he is that he gets to be with you ˃̶̤⌄˂̶̤

when the two of you watch a movie together, he enjoys resting his head on your shoulder and fiddling with your shirt as well as kissing you unexpectedly •ᴗ•♡

[jakesangel]

jake showing you brisbane around ꣑୧

lets go with bikes! youll see the beaches looks so much better by bikes than by feet baby ! your boyfriends says with a smile, his teeth full on display. it hasnt been an hour the both of you arrived in australia and jake is already excited to show you his favorite childhood places, the second your suitcases hit the floor. jake, we just arrived... you start, but seeing his smile slowly fading away, already makes you feel sad : him being the best boyfriend, always agreeing to everything you ask, you have to let him pass today. sooo where do we start ?

there you are, both of you biking next to each other, the australian's sun hitting jake's long hair perfectly. it feels so nice isn't it, my love, he talks-yells as the wind hits both of you. you can not see his face but you can hear how happy he is right at this moment : it's not everyday he can actually visit his hometown n further more, you being here with him. it is ! as you ride thru a beautiful garden. we're at the South Bank Parklands baby! he slowes down as kids is surrounding the both of you, coming down from his bike, i used to play a lot here when i was really young. if i couldn't make it to the beach, i would just go in the wheel wiht my friend after class and then walk back home next to the river. it's sooo beautiful at night, we should defo do a picnic tomorrow here. he is now looking at you, eyes shiny of dreaming of taking you out for the first time here. you break the eye contact, wanting to fully take in your environment, that sounds lovely jake, it does seem so beautiful at night.

after multiple stops he finally showing his favorite fishing place, cylinder beach, there we go baby, the fishing spot ! he stops his bike to the bridge's barriere and come close to you helping you to get off yours. he hold his hands to you, wanting to finish that quick visit going hand to hand. i've spent so many hours here n got my first fish here. he started, i've always wanted to show you this place bby. the sun has started to set, the orange sky highlighting jake's beauty. his infamous smile is somehow prettier in australia, showing a raw-er n better version of him, the true jake, unfolding in front you of n you only. before going to korea that was the last place i went to. i needed to see one last time and just think of what my future will be looking like. he stops at his track, the end of the bruges right in front of you and helps you sit down, feet's swinging on top of the water. his arms encircle you, your head naturally coming to his shoulder. i'm glad i went to korea, now i've got to hold my future in my arms, pressing a kiss on your temple.

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[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Violets: knight!price x Princess!reader

The next day, Price noticed you had cheered up significantly.

He thought it was a little odd, especially when you sought him out to escort you to the river instead of going on your own. He assumed it was you finally coming to terms with your marriage…the awful thing that made his chest feel heavy, and did as he duty told him to do.

Though, when he heard you hum on the walk to the river he couldn’t help but scoff.

“You’re a lot more cheerful, your highness.” He pointed out and you smiled.

“Indeed I am. I received a bouquet of my favorite flowers yesterday and it’s left me feeling light.” You explained and he felt his stomach drop.

Oh no.

Price hoped his face hadn’t paled and that he didn’t look as guilty as he felt because if you saw him you were sure it put it together.

The violets. He picked them for you because he knew you liked them but before he could give them to you he realized how absurd it would’ve been.

Sir John Price give the princess flowers? The princess that hated him, the princess he hated? Not to mention it wasn’t entirely a platonic gesture and if he had tried to give them to you himself he was sure you would’ve thrown a fit.

He had gotten caught up in trying to make you happy. You had stayed in the castle, barely going outside and when he did see you, you looked so depressed it made him depressed.

He didn’t think about why it might…same as why he didn’t think about how angry he got when he thought about you getting married.

So he had planned to throw them out. He had set them somewhere and then they were gone. It didn’t occur to him that someone had picked them up and given them to you.

“Is that so?” He cleared his throat and you nodded. “And you liked them?”

“Liked them? I loved them.” You said and he wasn’t sure if that relieved him or made him feel more guilty.

“Loved them more than the king’s gifts?”

You paused for a moment. There was a slight frown to your lips and he could see you quickly think of a reply before you gave him a softer, more controlled smile.

“The king’s gifts are adequate. You wouldn’t know what it’s like to receive flowers.” You dismissed him as you both came to the river bank.

“I can’t imagine it feels that good.” Price argued and you shook your head.

“No, all you knights think about is handkerchief or a kiss.”

Price hated that you were right about one of those things…both of those things.

“Lady Katherine says it’s a secret admirer.” You seemed proud of that fact but it nearly killed Price on the spot.

Secret admirer? Him? He have feelings for you? Romantic feelings?

The scandal it would cause, the laws that would be broken, he’d be executed and your reputation would be over.

“You shouldn’t say such things.” Price scolded you and you looked at him with confusion.

“Why not? There’s no harm in it.” You argued but he grunted.

“No? You’re certain the king won’t find it rude his future wife is more focused on a secret admirer who is trying to ruin his marriage? He might think-“

“Think what, exactly?”

Your glare was fierce and goading, as if you wanted him to finish his thought. You stood tall as if you were preparing for a fight and his eyes hardened.

Price wasn’t sure what he was going to say. How he was going to get you to forget about the violets and focus on what mattered more, but he was certain it would’ve been the wrong choice to continue.

You were happy for the first time in a while, he should just let you be.

“I misspoke, your highness. Forgive me.” He bowed and looked away from you.

You let out a deep breath, your eyes falling as you turned back towards the river. The tension in your shoulders left and you held your hands in front of you.

“The king doesn’t have to know.” You said softly and he sucked in his lips. “And if he does it’s no cause for concern. I understand my place, whoever it is will surely understand theirs soon enough.”

Though Price knew you didn’t know it was him, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sting from your words.

You appreciated the flowers but perhaps they were still a burden to you despite making you happy.

“We don’t need to speak of the king.” You cleared your throat. “It’s a wonderful day and I’d like to spend it here-“

You were about to sit down when the sound of hooves caught both of your attentions.

Price turned to his trusted knight, Sir Kyle Garrick who nodded to him.

“The king has arrived, your highness.” He addressed you as polite as he always did.

Price watched the color drain from your face as you looked caught off guard. The king had come unannounced, so it was not surprising, yet you seemed far more upset by this surprise visit than someone would be.

The wedding wasn’t for another month. Any reason the king was here meant something bad for the both of you.

“We shouldn’t keep him waiting, your highness.” He mumbled and watched you compose yourself.

You didn’t say anything as you walked back to the castle.

A/n: who’s going to realize their feelings first? No clue

Tags. @deadbranch @makayla-666 @glitterypirateduck @dumbbitchgalore @m0chac0ffee

[del-thetiredwriter]

Pomegranates

— So here’s a one shot. Beware my English. Not exactly like greek mythology.

Toga: the loose outer garment worn in public by citizens of Ancient Rome.

Warnings: mentions of death, Ancient Greek timeline, God of dead Idia , gn reader , mythological theme…

First he turned right, then left around the corner... A groan came from the blue-haired boy, who was looking for the exit from the walls formed by blue rose bushes.

“Ahh, I think I'm lost!” he groaned.

They say curiosity killed the cat, and Ortho succumbed to his curiosity.

His brother used to come to this garden regularly every day, but no one was allowed to enter the garden except his brother. No matter how much Ortho asked his brother, no matter how much he insisted, his brother would still not let him enter the garden and would not tell him what he was doing in the garden.

Ortho took the opportunity of his brother going to Olympos and secretly entered the garden and got lost.

He had come to a crossroads again. While he was nervously thinking which one he should choose, a voice distracted him.

"Who are you?"

Ortho turned around in panic. He didn't expect to see a soul staring at him with a dull expression.

“Oh, hello.” said Ortho timidly.

He was frightened by the piercing gaze of the person in front of him.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

The spirit approached him.

“Well, I'm Ortho… and I'm actually lost.”

The soul raised an eyebrow.

“Don't you know that you should not enter this labyrinth, child? You're lucky, come with me and let's get you out of here."

The sprit took his hand and they wandered back and forth through the maze of trees and bushes.

The sprit did not speak. So there was an awkward silence. There was only the rustle of the grass they were stepping on.

“Um I guess you know the maze pretty well?”

Ortho asked to lighten the mood. But the spirit did not answer.

“Do you live in this labyrinth? What is your name? How long have you been here? Who are you?.."

He started asking questions repeatedly.

The spirit finally spoke.

“But you turned out to be talkative. Unlike you, he can't even put two words together properly." They said in a whisper.

Finally the spirit stopped. They reached a door. To the entrance of the labyrinth.

"We came. Don't even think about coming here again. You were lucky this time that I found you, but you may not be so lucky next time."

They let go of Ortho's hand. The blue haired boy started walking towards the door. When he reached the doorway, he stopped and turned around.

“Can you at least tell me your name?”

The spirit looked at him expressionlessly.

“What will you do if you know? After all, we won't see each other again. Anyway, my name is Y/n and don't ever come here again.”

This was the first encounter between Ortho and the spirit named Y/n.

–

“Y/N! Where are you !"

Ortho had entered the garden again. He wanted to talk again to the spirit that showed him the way when he got lost during his first entry.

That spirit was different. Normally souls come to the underworld after death. Depending on their life on Earth, they would be sent to Elysium, the Fields of Asphodel, or the Fields of Punishment. However, this soul was in his brother's garden...

He was going around random turns, screaming your name. And in the end, he arrived at a place like a garden, without even knowing how he did it.

“Y/n!”

As soon as he saw you, he ran to you with excitement.

You were lying on a sofa with lots of cushions and pillows. There was a flowing river right next to it, and many flowers and trees around it...This place looked just like the riverside in the forest where the protagonists of Ortho's favorite fairy tale met.

You opened your eyes slightly.

"You again? Didn't I tell you not to come here again?" You scolded Ortho.

“But look, I found you. And this place is beautiful.” Ortho said as he approached you.

"Beautiful? Phew! Is this place beautiful? “You said curtly.

“Yes, look, it's very nice. There are roses, magnolias, grapes… and oh, pomegranates too! I love pomegranates, how about you? “ said the child while plucking the pomegranate from its branch.

“I used to love…” said the soul bitterly.

“Umm, shall I tell you a story?” said Ortho to digress.

The spirit did not answer, but Ortho accepted it as a yes and sat down on the sofa next to the spirit.

Once upon a time, there was a lonely king. This king was smart and strong, but he was also lonely. He had no friends or family... Anyway, one day, the king disguised himself and mingled with people, and a person caught his attention. This person was not very beautiful, very smart or perfect, but something attracted the king to this person. After that, the king started to watch this person constantly. Their daily routine, what they eats, what they likes, what they does...

One day the king could not stand it and went to the forest where that person lived. He wanted to see them closer.

–

You went down to the stream to get water. As you started filling the buckets with water, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. When you looked around, you saw someone with blue hair and a black toga watching you from afar.

“Hey young master, are you lost?” You called out.

The man looked around, frightened and not knowing what to do.

You moved towards him.

“Young master, are you lost?” You asked again.

“Oh um…I-“

You smiled.

“You seem to be a high-ranking person, what is someone like you doing in this forest?” You said.

The blue-haired man was mumbling something, but nothing could be understood.

“I'm Y/n, I live in this forest. Would you like to come to my house? “ You suggested. You haven't had any guests in a long time, in fact you never had.

"O-okey.” The young man said in panic.

"How nice. By the way, what was your name?”

���Idia”

–

From that day on, the king started to visit that person, always hiding his true identity. The king was happy, but his happiness did not last long. One day, a seer came to visit the king.

–

“You are not in that person's destiny, God of the Dead Idia. They have different life cycles in their thread of destiny. However, if you want, I can give you the thread. If you cut the thread, their fate will be like an unclear water. You can shape it the way you want and even be completely you in their destiny. ” said the god of prophecy. And he handed the thread to Idia.

Idia hesitantly took the thread. Could he really cut this thread, which symbolizes the happy future of his beloved, because of his own greed? But if he cut it, he would be the fate of his beloved.

Idia would visit the mortal you every day but that week he didn’t.He locked himself in his room and just thought about what he should do with the thread.

–

And the king finally gave in to his greed and cut the thread.

–

“Oh Idia, where have you been? I was very scared that something bad had happened.” You said while hugging him.

You were very worried when you didn't hear from him for a week.

“I brought pomegranates. From my own garden.” Idia said as he handed you a basket full of pomegranates.

“You are forgiven. I like pomegranates.”

After that, Idia started bringing you pomegranates every time he came. The pomegranate was Delicious, juicy, sweet... but slowly your health began to deteriorate. Headaches, coughing blood, nightmares... You only felt good when you were with Idia.

But how could you know that the pomegranates are from the underworld’s garden? If a god or a spirit eats it, nothing will happen, but if a human eats it... they start to die slowly. First headaches and nightmares, then they begin to see spirits that humans cannot see, and eventually they die.

-

“Agh!” You screamed in pain. Your heart was tightening and it hurt like crazy, like you were being stabbed.

Idia came running to you.He had a dark liquid in his hand. Pomegranate juice.

“Y/n, are you okay, are you having an attack again?” He helped you get up. He placed you on your bed.

“Oh gods,” you groaned.

“Here, drink some. It will make you feel better..” Idia said and handed you pomegranate juice.

“No… no I don't want to.” You said.

“Come on, for your health.” insisted Idia.

“Just one sip.”

Idia helped you drink. It was sour. Then you couldn't breathe and you closed your eyes. You dropped the glass full of pomegranate juice. It was spilled on you.It looked just like blood.

You were dead.

"I am sorry…I'm sorry for loving you. But I had to. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Idia said with a shaky voice and hugged your dead body.

–

“Then they lived happily ever after .” said Ortho and finished the story.

"How was it? It’s good isn’t it? This is my favorite fairy tale. My brother told me.” Said Ortho

But Y/n didn't answer.

“Come on, it's late, let's take you back.” Said the Spirit.

“So early?” The boy whined. He took the spirit's hand and they moved towards the exit under the soul’s leadership.

“Um Y/n I was going to ask you something. Will you come to us tomorrow? I don't know if I'll find you next time.” said Ortho innocently.

“No…I'm sorry Ortho, but I can't leave this garden, but if you want to come again, come with your brother.” Said the Spirit sadly, as if something tying them to this garden.

And they said goodbye again.

-

“So? How was your day?" Idia asked his little brother.

“Good, as I said before, I made a new friend. There I was with them and I told them my favorite story." Ortho explained with excitement.

“Is that so…by the way, what was your friend's name?”

Idia asked.

“It’s Y/n.”

[sweetiesicheng]

joshua - date night

word count : 552

-

"this is so cheesy," you say to joshua as both of you walk on a sidewalk, trying to find a place to sit at. both of you are holding soup containers with ramen in them that you had bought at a nearby convenience store.

"well you did say you wanted to stargaze," joshua says to you while looking around the area.

"we're at han river and have ramen in our hands, joshua," you start, "i wanted to stargaze, not do what everyone else is doing right now." you gesture to the people around, who are sitting on the grass.

"y/n, we've done this before, remember?" joshua reminds you. “it’s honestly the same thing with us being out here.”

"yes, yes, i know. i'm contradicting myself," you reply. you hear joshua chuckle at your response.

"hey, let's sit over them," joshua says, pointing to an empty spot in the grass.

you nod, "okay."

you two walk onto the grass and pass by a bunch of people who are also hanging out by the river. you and joshua reach the empty spot and sit down next to each other.

"ah, i'm so hungry," you say just before you start eating.

"see, told you this was a good idea," joshua replies to you and starts eating as well.

it's quiet between the two of you at first since you're eating. plenty of conversations are going on around you, making both of you eavesdrop a bit.

"did you hear that?" joshua asks at one point.

you smile and nod. "a first date. how cute," you reply in a slight whisper, trying not to make yourselves obvious. "how was your ramen?" you ask him, noticing that he's almost done eating.

"it's okay. not my favorite," he replies. "you got your usual," he says and reaches in to take a few noodles from your disposable bowl. "i should've gotten this one," he says to you.

"i think we have a pack left at home if you want another later," you say to him and grab noodles from his bowl to try them. you take a bite but realize that yours are better than his.

"nah, gotta watch what i eat right now either all of the schedules i have coming up," joshua replies to you.

"yea right. you're hot," you say and drink some of the broth. "ah, this hits the spot," you say. joshua leans over to look at you. "what?" you ask.

"you think i'm hot?" he asks with a bit of a smirk.

you roll your eyes at him, "you know you're hot," you say to him. he laughs and kisses your cheek. "thanks for tonight. it's been awhile since we've gotten to go out," you say to him.

joshua smiles, "of course, babe. i'm just glad that i got to see you. you've been pretty busy too."

you groan, "you wouldn't believe what's going on at work," you say to him. "all i do is sleep when i get home."

joshua chuckles, "i'm glad you stayed awake when i got home from my schedules today."

"should we go soon?" you ask joshua.

"you don't want to stargaze anymore?" he asks you.

you shrug, "i don't care."

"let's go walk around for a bit," he suggests, "okay?"

"yea sure," you reply with a smile.

[armpirate]

Wander through my body || San

Boyfriend exp.

pairing: Idol!Choi San x fem!reader

w.c.: 4k

Warnings: Smut, vanilla sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), masturbation (female receiving), unprotected sex (not you, wrap it up, folks). If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.

Summary: Your boyfriend has been having a hard time, after he was forced to cancel a trip you were excited about. Even if you have told him everything is okay, he's still stuck on the idea that you're mad about it, so you come up with the idea of showing him how you're okay through actions rather than words.

Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

MASTERLIST

The huge teddy bear rested over the right side of your couch, after you placed it there. You weren't convinced of leaving it there, but it wasn't like you had many other free spots to leave something that was as big as you. Your boyfriend did mean it when he said he'd try to make it up to you, although you didn't expect that would mean seeing your small studio filled with heart-shaped balloons, cuddly teddy bears, and giant tulip buckets.

Earlier that day, he had called you to brag about all the gifts he prepared, including your favorite flower in different bright colors -that, surprisingly, fitted with the aesthetic of your apartment perfectly.

You couldn't say you were widely surprised though. Since you two started dating, San had always been the perfect boyfriend. He loved romance as much as he loved you, and showing his affection by using it was one of his best skills.

A walk next to the Han River in the night while holding hands, or sitting next to your window to see the snow falling down in front of you as you were cuddled next to each other, covered with a soft blanket... Those were the type of things he made you used to. And you loved it each time, because you treasured the efforts he made to see you, although his schedule was too tight.

His idol life was crazy, and you knew it before you started dating each other, when you met at Kangdae's, one of your friends in common, birthday party. San caught your eye immediately. Not only was he dangerously attractive, but his personality trapped you in the moment -and you were afraid you would never escape it. And he felt the same way, although -unlike you- he tried to tear down the walls that you kept building up, until you were completely defenseless to his charm.

One year later, you couldn't be more glad of avoiding everything that could've kept you away from him.

It was difficult at times, but you always managed to make it work.

Barely having time to see each other, the sometimes forced long-distance relationship, having to date in the dark, last-minute canceled dates because rehearsal took longer than he expected... And that week it was the cancellation of a week-long trip you both had been talking about for weeks, their tour would be finished and also neither of your coworkers asked for days off during that period of time -which allowed you to have that freedom to choose.

You already made sure to have that week off from work, when San assured you there would be no problem since there was nothing scheduled for those dates. Although thankfully you didn't buy the tickets nor booked the hotel. Just when you called him for it, the tone of his voice warned you that the next thing that would come out of his lips was something you wouldn't like.

It upsetted you, because you were already acting as if that trip was happening without a problem. But the guilty tone in your boyfriend's voice hurted you more. It was something out of his control. It wasn't like he had any type of control over his team, and the way they dealt with contracts for the group. He was already seeing himself packing his bags in a few months to go with you to Bali after you confirmed you were allowed to have that week off, until he stepped inside his company with the news that Ateez was going to be participating in a festival in Japan that same weekend -which meant he'd be required to rehearse for it. Ever since that happened, he had always been looking after you, calling you several times a day -even if he was using those tiny breaks to eat, even if that meant he stayed up at night -because he was on the other side of the world-, and sending several gifts to your place -where you didn't have any space left for more.

He didn't need to make up for anything, yet he made sure he did.

The emotional responsibility he showed, every single time he thought you were disappointed, was something you hadn't seen in any of your exes before -not even in most of your friends. It was definitely one of the things that you treasured with dear life, and that encouraged you to treat him better every day.

That week you barely had time to text back, or see him whenever he invited you over to the dorm when Mingi and Seonghwa weren't around, and the day he opted to show up at your place, he found the door closing up in his nose, with your eyes widening in surprise when you saw him.

San had never seen you reacting that way when he showed up, and that added to how distant you seemed that week, made him worry. His knocks on the door were gentle, yet insistent, while his voice called your name with an inquiring tone that made you struggle with the way your living room looked.

Ever since he came back from tour, everything seemed fine. You both went back to those late night dates, filled with cuddles that made him never want to leave your side, your random visits to the company... He didn't exaggerate when he thought that he saw you just as much as he saw the members -and he spent almost all day with them. But everything went off a few days back. All of a sudden, you stopped visiting him and seemed conflicted if he showed up to pick you up at work instead. It seemed like he was still on tour by the way you restricted your relationship to texts and calls.

At first, San thought that maybe work was busier than usual that week. But the worst side of his brain couldn't stop wondering whether you could've met someone else or not, or whether you started needing some space after dating for so long. Or if he did something to make you act that way. And it was then when he realized: you were supposed to be on that trip for two days already, yet there you were at home.

Meanwhile, you were inside, trying to choose whether to let him ruin your surprise or knowingly hurt him and give him a hard time to protect it. Work had been a mess, but trying to prepare the way your living room looked, along with all the small details you had to pay attention to, barely gave you time to breathe. If you finished your shift at six, at one past six you were going from one shop to the other to get everything you needed before he left for Japan. And you spent the whole previous day building the "stage" in your free corner of your living room, just to make sure it'd look fine before the day of the surprise came.

"Give me one minute" you screamed.

You weren't going to ruin your surprise. You were just going to give it to him earlier than planned.

Double checking the comfort space, you sighed and walked to the door. That wasn't the way you imagined that day, although you still didn't know if that was for good or bad.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed at the top of his nose, and his eyes seemed bigger by the way confusion invaded them, by the way he was unable to read the expression on your face.

"What are you doing here?" you first asked, moving to the side so he'd be able to step inside.

"We've barely seen each other this week, and I missed you" San admitted, taking off his shoes before he turned back to you. "I know you're still mad, but...".

You were the one frowning as soon as he started speaking "Mad? About what?".

"I know it's not easy, and I know you were looking forward to that trip, but I promise I'll make it up to you".

Your hands rested on your hips as you heard what got him so worried to go to your apartment that late, out of nowhere. While you completely moved on from that topic days after it happened, he was still stuck there and the disappointment he thought it made you feel after months. If you were doubting on giving him his surprise in a few days, that was the sign that he needed to see why you were actually distant for that week.

Just clicking your tongue, and quickly twisting your neck, you took a step in his direction, reaching for his wrist to drag him inside your studio.

He was confused by the way you pulled him deeper in your house, walking behind you. As he followed you, there was a sound of waves that kept sounding louder with every step you two took, but he didn't pay much attention to it, it was the least of his worries at that moment. It all seemed like always when you two reached the entrance to your living room, except for the few plushies that he sent, that were decorating the shelves. Until his eyes fell over the corner in the living room that was empty. There was a huge beach poster, and the sand at the bottom of it was followed by a wide carpet with a print in a similar tone. Over it, a tiny table that had nothing on it, except for two empty glasses with two pink small paper parasols.

"Crafts were never my thing, so I'll say it for you: it looks a bit lame. But it's still unfinished., I didn't even prepare the drinks to make it spot on" you tried to justify yourself. "I know how bad you felt, and still feel, about that trip. And I tried to make this to make you feel better about it, but the only conclusion you could reach with this is never leaving me in charge of building anything".

The warm hug San trapped you in contrasted with your light jokes about the build up of your surprise. His face was hidden on the curve of your neck, feeling his nose and his lips pressed against your oversized t-shirt, while his arms surrounded your body, one hand cupping your head against his chest while the other pulled you in tighter by your waist.

"No, princess. It's perfect" he assured, with his face sinking deeper on your body -as if that were possible.

Finally smiling, your arms changed places. You wrapped his neck, standing on your tiptoes to be able to land a sweet kiss on his neck, while his arms hugged you tight from your waist.

"You don't need to make up for anything, babe" your fingers tangled on his locks, caressing the back of his head. "You never had to".

You squeezed his cheeks, lightly moving back to be able to look into his eyes during your embrace. His smile was so wide, despite not showing his teeth, that his eyes looked completely squinted.

"At first I thought you were planning on breaking up with me" he mentioned with a pout.

"Oh, you aren't getting rid of me so easily" you joked, pulling in for a peck on his lips.

The shape of his mouth slowly changed, going from the pout to fully adapt to the way your lips moved on his. His fingers pressed on a particular spot, between the curve of your waist and your spine that made you gasp, hugging tighter onto him as you smiled during the kiss. The tip of his tongue peeked through his lips as he smirked, guiding yours lips to his with the hand on your nape.

You had been dating for so long, but everytime his tongue rubbed against yours had the same effect on you. A wave of electricity ran through your body, feeling something waking up every time he flicked it against yours. Your knees went momentarily weak, forcing you to close your fist tight on the fabric of his black t-shirt.

San broke the kiss first, rubbing his nose on yours, before he said "I didn't bring a swimsuit".

That comment made you giggle, moving your face away to look back on him. You tried to seem serious, but you couldn't hold back the smile on your face when you were aware of the way his eyebrow kept rising.

"Lucky you, you don't need that on this beach".

You both mirrored each other's expression, mocking the way your eyebrows raised in a flirty way, while you two were dying to burst out laughing before you kissed again. San guided your steps until you were stepping on the carpet, breaking the kiss again to take his socks off and leave a short kiss on your belly before he was back on kissing you, joining you over the fake sand.

Being first to take off his clothes, he threw his t-shirt away, gluing your body to his while his hands moved down your oversized t-shirt to lift it up slowly. At the same time his hands moved up over the curve of your back, his lips traced a trail of open mouthed kisses that went from your chin to the line of your jaw, that he followed as if it was a path until he reached your earlobe. Once he sucked on that sensitive spot, you knew it was over for you. A heavy gasp fell from your lips, followed by your head tilting to the side, while you were only able to move your fingertips across his collarbones to reach his shoulders.

His skin was burning under your touch, making you the only one to blame for the way he was feeling.

Soon after, your t-shirt was flying across the room, having San's chest sinking and his growing bulge twitching when he saw you had no bra on. He pulled you close again, trapping your hips in his hands and catching one of your hard nipples in his lips. The moves of his tongue and mouth were slow on you, twirling and sucking on the hard button carefully, showing his devotion the best way he could while you cupped his head in your hands. With the change of one nipple to the other, a small one escaped your lips, along with your hips moving forward to his, rubbing your lower belly against his dick.

San moved down on you, keeping a route of wet kisses through your belly, until he stopped on the edge of your shorts. With his eyes closed, and still kissing the invisible line that separated your naked skin from your clothes, he got rid of the last pieces of fabric left on your body. He went lower, ghosting his lips over the place where your slit started, making your clit throb at the feeling of his warmth breathing over you.

"Lift your leg, princess" he asked, opening his hand in front of you.

Supporting yourself on his shoulder, you raised your leg, resting the back of your knee on his palm, which he moved higher to your thigh to raise your leg a bit more. The air seemed to get thicker with every small move of his tongue on you, making you eager to feel his tongue doing more than just soft kitten licks over your clit and teasing your entrance. His other hand was secured around your forearm, assuring you he had you even if you lost balance. It was something that was bound to happen when his lips enclosed around your bundle of nerves, pulling from it while his tongue drew small circles on it.

San kept testing you, changing his moves, changing the speed -going from fast to slow in a way that caused a short circuit in your brain-, going from your clit to your entrance to ignore both and shower with kids your inner thigh. And when he heard the first moan, it was over for you. Once that sound joined the sound of waves coming out of your small speaker, San sank his face deeper in your core, flicking his tongue a few more times until he moved back to look up at you.

Standing up, he was again towering over you, linking your lips on a messier kiss, that made you aware of the mix of his spit and your own taste on his tongue. He saw your intentions when you broke the kiss again, letting go of his lips with a loud sound before you sank to your knees. Although he stopped before you were able to. Reaching to the first thing to his reach, he handed you one of the plushies he had gifted you.

"Put it under your knees. It won't hurt you like that" he excused himself.

His gesture made you smile through all the lust mist in the air, reminding you that man was always looking after you, even if his brain wasn't completely conscious.

You undid his belt and unzipped his pants, eager to pull them down and see him completely naked. You both have had sex several times, but it always felt like the first time. There was always that nervousness to seeing him naked for the first time -even if it vanished quite fast.

His hand cupped your cheek when the tip of your tongue flicked around his tip, rubbing his thumb on your skin. The way his finger moved sometimes stopped, because he was way too focused on how warm your tongue and lips felt as you licked and teased his shaft, until he was aware and he went back to caressing you to let you know everything was fine.

Spitting a bit on his tip, you moved your hand softly, spreading the wetness all over his dick before you finally wrapped your lips around his tip. A soft groan was heart over you, a hint of what you were provoking on his body with just a few moves, and that went straight to your core. You kept moving down, taking him slowly, inch by inch, until you reached that point where you'd almost gag and that'd make you move back up slowly. You bobbed your head over his cock, with a steady yet slow pace, joining your hands to the way your lips were taking him in so good it felt like heaven for him.

His eyes were always closed when you looked up at him, with his head thrown back, while his lips were parted, sometimes mumbling praises, but other times just gasping and moaning with every move you made. And it was like that that day. He reassured you through the touch of his fingertips on your cheek, feeling how you sucked in every time you moved back to the tip and feeling it get thicker under his palm every time you took him in.

You were indeed heaven for him.

"Babe, stop" he stopped you, gulping thick when you reached his tip again. "Let me make love to you".

You cleaned the corners of your mouth and threw the teddy bear away, before he kneeled with you. His kisses were soft and sweet, but something on them that day made them feel way more tender. As if he was indeed treasuring that moment to the depths of his heart because he didn't want to forget it, sucking onto your lips so deeply every time your heads rolled that you thought you'd end up dizzy from it.

Through kisses and hidden touches, he helped you lay on your back at the same time he lied on top of you, molding himself to the spot in between your legs. Your hips instantly lifted to his touch, feeling that throbbing sensation again when he rubbed your clit a few times, moving lower through your folds until he reached your entrance. The moan you let out when two of his fingers slipped in you broke the kiss, but he just stayed there, admiring every millimeter of your face, knowing he was the only one you reached that way for. You wrapped around him tight, making him groan when he felt your walls enclosing around his digits as perfectly as he remembered.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, rubbing his nose on yours.

"Yes" you moaned, rocking your hips subtly against his hand.

A few seconds later, you were feeling empty again, when he pulled his fingers out to rub the tip of his dick through your folds to lube himself with your arousal, ghosting over your entrance every time he moved down. With one last annoyed gasp from you, San smirked, finally lining his length to thrust inside of you slowly.

Once he made sure it was fully in, he showered your neck and face with kisses, thrusting his hips back and forth slowly, feeling your walls taking him in like he belonged there.

San always worshiped your body through sex, moving his hands over your curves, letting his fingers wander through your body as if it was his most desired destination. He always gave the best balance between love and sex, rolling his hips for the best angle, while he whispered sweet things into your ear or spread soft kisses over your shoulder.

Sex between you two was always a full on representation of intimacy on all the possible levels. It wasn't only how you became one whenever he pounded into you, but also the nakedness of looking into each other's eyes, the romance of every little touch to encourage the other, and the passion of being vocal through moans and some mumbled words that made no sense.

He rested his forehead on yours, moving one hand to your hip while the other played with your hair. Your hips lifted after the first friction of his pelvis on your clit, looking for that same friction with every thrust he made. And San was aware, rolling his hips in a way that made that friction hold onto his arms and wrap your legs tighter around his hips.

"You feel so good, love" you moaned against his lips, moving your mouth down to bite his chin and kiss his skin.

"Does it feel good, hmm?" he asked with a raspy voice. "You wrap around me so well".

"Go a bit faster, babe" that whine went along a tight clench around his dick, that made him aware of how you were feeling almost instantly.

His thrusts were a bit faster, and deeper, just like you asked for it, making you hold onto his forearm and shoulder before he sunk his head on the curve of your neck. Your skin clapped with every thrust, just adding that intensity you both needed to push you closer to the edge. You felt the way his muscles contracted against your body with every move of his hips, while his gaps kept turning to high-pitched moans in your ear as he ran after his release. The synergy of all those sounds only worked as the last drop before everything overflowed.

Your back arched as you hugged him tight throughout your prolonged moan that announced your orgasm smacking into your system, while San sank his nails on your flesh and bit on your shoulder to drown his moan on your skin as he spilled inside of you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, helping each other to calm down through touches and gentle kisses on the other's skin, thinking of getting some oxygen back before you looked into each other again.

"You liked the surprise?" your breathing was shaky as you spoke.

With a smirk, San nodded "You make me feel so lucky to have you".

You pouted to his words, tilting your head a bit, before you pulled him in for another kiss.

Maybe you'd keep that corner for a few more days until he left for Japan...

[thefiery-phoenix]

COMING HOME INJURED

You had some hero work to do and you had to take care of some villains. You got yourself injured pretty bad and you have no idea what's in store after you come home. Jump RIGHT in to see how your yanderes would react to you getting injured

Bakugou: Blood poured from your lip and dribbled down your chin and you felt like you had broken a dew ribs. You pushed open the front door, almost ready to faint inside when you suddenly heard an angry voice thundering at you from the kitchen

''Y/N, where the HELL have you been?'' yelled Bakugou angrily. You didn't bother answering him at first since you kind of felt dizzy and you had to sit on the sofa to regain a bit of your consciousness, but you thought that a little nap wouldn't hurt either 

Katsuki looked how badly you were beat up, body littered in bruises, blood gushing from different parts of your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open, you looked like you were dead on your feet

His teeth grinded as he struggled to caress your cheek as tenderly as possible. Hot, fiery rage lit up the pit of his stomach, almost travelling to his hands before he stopped himself from exploding just next to your face

He was beyond PISSED, he was LIVID and FURIOUS at YOU for getting into this mess at the man who thought he could live after doing such a thing. And angry at himself for never trusting his gut and locking you away for good to keep you safe and protect you 

"I'll kill whoever did this to you! I swear, even if it takes me my life'' 

Becomes REALLY clingy to you after this incident and soon kidnaps you (no surprises there)

Shoto: He could only watch horrified and looking shell shocked, like a fish out of water as you stumbled in with a black eye and limped with an almost fractured leg

Went INSANE with worry as soon as he saw you in this state

After five minutes of him checking every inch of your body for more damage, he finally leaves and returns with a cup of steaming something

He looks like Satan spawn as he asks you, ''Who. did . THIS!?'' 

''No worries, the pros have already arrested him'' you replied calmly slightly wincing at the pain

This precious bby makes sure to massage you and makes you feel comfy and safe. He tries to make your pain go away 

"Okay. Fine. I'll let it go. But please be more careful next time."

That night, he glares at the ceiling, unable to sleep thinking about that no good scumbag who hurt the love of his life (aka YOU)

With his amount of money and fame, he quickly made a small visit to the place where the villain was detained. He bribed the people there and threatened them not to say anything as he murdered the villain who hurt you and threw his remains over a bridge into a gushing river. When he finally returned home, you didn't even stir once as he showered off the scumbag's touch and returned to his place in your arms with dripping hair

 "Shh, go back to sleep, YN." And you did, ever so safe with Todoroki at your side Because with him, nobody would dare to hurt you again

Deku: The second you walk through the door, Deku's at your side, ushering you into the bathroom. With a washcloth, he wipes the dirt from your face and neck, stopping every few seconds to stare at the finger-shaped bruises on the skin

"I should have been there, YN." His teeth grit in frustration and his hands ball up into fists. "I should have kept you safe." 

Starts mumbling how useless he is and how its all his fault for not protecting you and what a failure of a hero he is (aww... poor baby)

You assure him that it isn't HIS fault and tell him everything will be all right. "You're wrong, YN. I should have been there. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

After he finishes treating your wounds, he makes your favorite food and he cuddles you to sleep, slowly stroking your hair as he whispers praises in your ear for being so brave, but part of him inclined him to kidnap you so you won't have to get hurt like this ever again

Soon, like Todoroki, he quickly got rid of that villain who hurt you so badly and started making preparations of your new lives together as he watched you sleep in bliss, humming peacefully.....

[gloomy0x0phantom]

When he falls out of love

Sanji x Fem!reader ❰ headcanon ❱ tags : angst angst aaaaaaaaaangst, falling out of love note : Thank you Silent Hill ost for bringing me so much sadness and inspiration today 😍

I hope you're ready to cry ~ ❥ Sanji will never tell you straight out that he no longer loves you. ❥ Even if you're no longer his soulmate in his eyes, he still loves you in some way, he doesn't want to put you through the pain of a break-up, a separation, so... he suffers in silence. He refuses to break up with you. ❥ He'll continue to tell you I love you, cook all your favorite dishes, caress you with tenderness and look at you with affection... he'll continue to make love to you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and protect the flame of your bond. ❥ Over time, you'll be the one to notice the changes in his attitude and routine. ❥ Smoking like it's his last day on earth. The few cigarettes a day become a pack of cigarettes, and if he's been hiding his secret for a long time... two packs. This disastrous situation causes him stress that crushes all his energy, but when he takes a drag from a cig, everything seems to fall back into place for a few seconds. It's his only way of relaxing, although it hurts him in the end. ❥ When you wake up at night, he's no longer by your side. Sanji has always taken a few hours at night to prepare the ingredients for the next day, but he usually hurries back to cuddle with you and sleep. Now he's gone until the early hours of the morning. When you go to ask him to come with you, he looks at you with hearts in his eyes and promises to join you as soon as he finishes his chores. You end up falling asleep, alone... In reality, Sanji feels unable to share a bed with you, so he sleeps on the kitchen bench and wakes up before the others so as not to worry them. ❥ Sanji spends a lot more time in the kitchen trying out new dishes. He's so busy, it interferes with your activities as a couple, like: taking a bath together, napping, playing little games to keep you occupied, the cooking lessons Sanji used to give you that always ended up in the pantry... But it's normal for Sanji to be focused on his end, he's a chef and cooking is his art. It's totally normal, right? ❥ Sometimes, in very rare moments, Sanji slips up. When you walk out of your room in an outfit that suits you so well, you expect to get a completely over-the-top reaction from your boyfriend, but no... for a few seconds, your eyes meet and you see the emptiness in his blue ones. Sanji is startled and notices what has just happened, so to make up for it, he blurts out "My precious goddess, you're so beautiful, my brain has stopped working! What did I do in a previous life to deserve you, mon amour?" ❥ Sanji is a loyal man, but now that his heart is separated from yours, he allows himself to fall under the spell of other women when you're not around. He can't help fantasizing about other women. Guilt eats him up and he feels disgusted imagining other women under his body or simply in his arms. He finds comfort in the fact that you'll never see what's lurking inside his skull and that, at least, he's faithful to you... physically.

It's his turn to keep an eye on the Thousand Sunny at night, and this moment of silence can only do his wounded soul good. Sanji sucks the poison from his cigarette and slowly releases the smoke. He gazes at the sea, imagining himself somewhere else, a few years before you joined the crew, when Nami and Robin were his only worries. He recalls the happiness that was born in his heart when you officially joined the team, his nose running a river of blood at the idea of seeing you around all day long. And of course, you responded to his advances! Unlike the navigator and the archaeologist, you allowed yourself to be seduced quite easily, and Sanji took his chances. He had a great time with you, and frankly, he wouldn't trade it for the world, but... even though you're a deadly beauty, even though you're a strong, independent woman, even though you're perfect... you were not meant to be.

Sanji sighs and slowly shakes his head. For heaven's sake, it's been months since he realized that he doesn't share the same feelings as you, and every day he feels as if a knife is sinking a little deeper into his back. Can he honestly go on like this until death? Alas, for your happiness, he's willing to do the impossible, because at the end of the day, you're still his crewmate.

"Sanji, are you crying?"

The cook straightens up, he hadn't heard you coming. You shouldn't be awake, it's late at night, but you haven't been sleeping very well for a while. No idea why. Anyway, you weren't lying in your question, tears were indeed running down the blond's cheeks. You approach him carefully and wipe away his tears with a sad smile. The gesture provokes a sob from your boyfriend, so you open your arms wide and welcome him warmly. You stroke his back and try to comfort him as best you can.

"I don't know what you're trying to run away from, I don't know what's going on in your head, but I know you can defeat whatever's trying to hurt you. You're a strong man, Sanji, I believe in you."

The two of you part and look into each other's eyes. It's not the first time you've shared a long look full of undertones, but this time you both seem to be looking for something in the other's gaze. Sanji can't take it anymore, he can't take it anymore, but you're so perfect… What could he possibly blame you for, even if he tried to break up with you? You're thoughtful, caring, a good listener, you share your food with him, you give him little gifts, you compliment him every chance you get, honestly, you're the dream girlfriend. So, so, so perfect…

Sanji closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours.

“Je t’aime. Je t’aime si, si fort…” (I love you. I love you so, so much.)

In your turn, you break down under the weight of emotion, you start to cry like him and don't hold back any tears. Your hands tighten on his shoulders and you try to remain calm. You knew it was a bad idea to approach him like that at night, but insomnia and bad feelings convinced you to join him under the moon. Honestly, you thought you'd found the courage to end your relationship, but seeing Sanji in this state? You know that parting with him would only break his heart and drive him deeper into darkness. You don't know what's been going on with him for the last few weeks, but it's obvious that he needs love and so you can't break up with him. One day, you'll tell him the truth... but for tonight, you've got to fulfill your duty as his, perfect, girlfriend.

“I know.”

[iamatinydinosaur]

🌲John Dory🌲

I like you

You were in your pod tending to your flowers. You had a certain Troll on your mind. What you didn't know is that said Troll had snuck into your pod. "Y/N..." He whispered in your ear. You screamed and smacked him over the head with your watering can, not knowing who it was. John went flying into the wall. You both stared at each other in shock. "Oh my god! Are you okay?!" You ran over checking his head. "I'm fine!" He said pushing your hands away. You sighed in relief. Then you hit him. "Why the hell did you sneak in and scare me? Are you insane?!" You said in a stern voice. John laughed pushing you away. "Did you forget we're going for a drive in Rhonda?" He asked standing up, offering you his hand. You gladly took it and brushed your dress off. "No I didn't, I was just quickly watering my indoor flowers. You could've knocked on the door. Weirdo." You huffed.

You and John walked outside your pod to where Rhonda was waiting. You went over and patted her face, saying hello. John watched with a fond smile, he was glad you had a good relationship with her. You both climbed into her. "Where to?" He asked. You thought for a moment. "How about to that river!" You exclaimed sitting on the couch. John nodded typing in the coordinates and Rhonda set off. (I can't remember, she can just go somewhere without having to be driven right?) John sat next to you, after making you a tea. You smiled accepting it. You noticed a lot recently that he had been doing the smallest things for you. Like bringing you lunch, making you your favorite drinks, picking you flowers and taking an interest in the things you love.

You two spoke and joked about the whole journey. Rhonda came to a stop. You looked out the window and saw you were at the river. You scrambled out getting pumped. Your favourite thing was to spend time in a rowing boat. You ran down to the dock waiting for John jumping up and down. He ran after you carrying a picnic basket. You didn't even ask him, another one of the surprises he's been doing recently.

You sat in the back controlling the rudder while John rowed down the river. You smiled. All sorts of animals were out. "Should we stop for food?" He asked looking around for a place to dock. He rowed the the boat up to the bank, quickly jumped up and held the boat in place so you could get out. You grabbed the basket and jumped up. He pulled the boat onto the bank and you guys set up the picnic.

You were eating and laughing. The last few months you and John had really gotten close. You pretty much knew everything about each other. "I don't wanna go back, can we just live here?" He hummed laying on his back, arms behind his head, eyes closed. You looked down at him. You admired his face. He was perfect to you. You thought about the life you wanted with him. To marry, make a new pod big enough for a family and having 3 children. Then your mind went elsewhere. Yes you like him, but what if he only sees you as a friend?

You were too busy in thought that you didn't notice John was speaking to you. "Y/N?" He asked shaking you gently. You looked at him. "You okay?" He asked. You need to know. "John. I want to tell you something..." You muttered looking down. He placed a hand on yours. You looked up and saw the reassuring smile that graced his face.

You moved forward and kissed his lips softly. Before he had a chance to react you pulled away. "I like you." John eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape. You started to fidget. Why wasn't he saying anything? You were about to move away, when he placed a hand on your cheek and kissed you passionately. Your lips moved in sync. They fit together like two puzzle pieces, like they were meant for each other. He pulled away slightly. "I like you too." Before going back in.

A/N: everyday I get even more of a soft spot for this one ✨✨✨✨

[madhatterbri]

Birthday | W.O.

Summary: Will spends time with his favorite little lady on her birthday. Peaky Blinders esque.

Author's Note: Happiest of birthday my dear @multi-fandom-things730 . ❤️ May your day be as wonderful as you. I hope I do you proud. I had to include your other men. 😈

Will Ospreay Masterlist

Taglist: @hotgirlgraps @plentyoffandoms

Will Ospreay gazed at the man who begged for his life at his feet. The miserable bloke was groveling for the assassin to spare his life. Despite multiple warnings, he didn't get his financial affairs in order. The bored Will grabbed his pocket watch from his coat pocket.

"You got any idea what day it is?" Will asked spontaneously. His blue eyes scanned the face of the scared man. He was confused about the question. Maybe even a little afraid to answer the question.

"June... June 14th," the man stuttered. "You wish for me to announce my death day?"

"No, you bloody idiot. Today is my girl's birthday," Will answered with a smile. "I'm going to take her out tonight,"

The man's face fell. He wasn't following what one of Don Callis' boys was saying. "Okay?"

"That means," Will smiled and grabbed the man's coat that rested on his right shoulder. The man didn't struggle as he stood to his feet. Maybe he was accepting his fate. "I can't get bloody as I've just looked at the time. You go in the river for a little swim and get another week to get my money,"

"Thank you," the man sighed and closed his eyes. He was beyond appreciative that he would be able to walk the Earth a little longer.

Will's eyes darkened. He pulled the man closer to him. The normal joking man had one final warning for him. "Have my money, or the next time we meet, I won't be so friendly,"

A loud splash sounded when the man was shoved in the river. Will walked to his Ford Model T. He lit a cigarette and drove off to pick up a couple of things before he made it home to the birthday girl.

Will walked to the front door and checked himself on the window. He wanted to look pristine for her. Despite his life in the gangster world, his missus was always his number one priority. After meeting his standards, he walked inside the home.

He was immediately greeted with his Y/N standing in front of a mirror. She was in an active debate with herself on which jewelry to wear for tonight's celebration.

"Happy birthday, love. Might I say I like the dress you decided to wear," he greeted with a smile. The moment he saw that dress weeks ago, he had to buy it. She always looked good in white. It reminded him of the angel that she was. Fallen from the heavens to be with a devil like him.

"Some bloke got it for me. I made a promise that I'd wear it today for my birthday. Unfortunately, he didn't buy me any jewelry to go with it," she turned her head to look at him. Her face brightened at the sight of her favorite flowers.

"Man is a bloody fool. You should kick him to the curb. I'll take better care of you," he smiled and placed the flowers on the table before them. Will wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him.

"He's the jealous type. He doesn't like to share me. Are you sure you can handle that?" She asked. Will moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. She sighed happily and rested against him. He pulled a jewelry box from his coat.

"Picked them up from the jewelers today. Let me know if this will solve the problem," he informed her. She grabbed the box and opened it. Y/N couldn't believe the ones he bought. The very ones that were on display at the jewelers. She touched them gently as if they would break under her touch.

"I thought someone bought them. It was you?" She asked. "You spent all that money on me? You shouldn't have,"

"My missus smile is worth more than what I paid," he answered. Y/N placed the earrings on herself. He bought the perfect jewelry set for her dress.

"Would you mind?" She asked and handed him the necklace.

With careful fingers, he clasped the chain around the back of her neck. The necklace hung perfectly. He grabbed the bracelet and placed it around her wrist. Once he was finished, he kissed the top of her hand.

"Beautiful as ever. Shall we head out? I was able to get the T back," he smiled. "I know it's your favorite,"

"O'Reilly was able to fix it up that fast?" She asked. Her question was answered when they walked outside. The car looked like it never had any issues.

They made it to the car and drove towards her birthday party. The car ride was filled with witty banter and laughter.

Y/N suddenly remained stoic when she saw a group of men on the side of the street. "Is that who I think it is?"

The head of the Senerchia family from New York stood on the sidewalk. He must have been paying someone a visit in England. He was still angry with Will for what he did to his son.

A rather nasty break up between the Senerchia boy and Y/N's friend. Boy didn't get the message to cut his losses and move on. Kept harassing Y/N's friend at all hours. Will decided to give him a permanent message. Don Callis wasn't exactly happy until he heard the reasoning.

"It's fine, dear. We are almost at the speakeasy to celebrate your big day," Will smiled and kissed her hand once more. Y/N ignored the old man and turned her attention to Will.

Will parked in an alleyway. He hopped out of the car and walked over to her side. Ever the gentleman, he held the car door open for her. She smiled and looped her arm with his. They walked to the door.

A secret knock granted them access inside. The gentleman in charge of watching the coats grabbed Will's coat from him. They were given masks to wear for the party. He placed his mask on and assisted with hers. They looped arms once more and walked through a velvet curtain.

"Happy birthday!" A group shouted at them. Her mouth dropped in shock as their family and friends were there to celebrate her. She put her hand over her mouth. Tears sprung to her eyes at Will's dedication to making this day perfect.

Her favorite colors decorated the room. Pictures of them together sat on different tables. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"Best birthday ever, thank you," she smiled and they shared a kiss.

[marvelfanfics1]

Congratulations on 3k gorgeous you deserve it so much!, for your celebration could I possibly request something with cg!thor where little!reader has insomnia and didn’t sleep the night before so she’s really clingy and tired the next day and it’s really soft and fluffy?, if not it’s completely fine have an absolutely stunning day/night my lovely!<3

Warnings: Age Regression, insomnia, soft!Thor 🥺

A/n: Thank you so much my darling! And not me writing this at almost 3am-😭 I hope you have a good day/night <3

3k follower celebration

Thor was bouncing you around in the Avengers compound while humming some lullaby he knows from his childhood.

He was doing that for hours now because you couldn't sleep last night but he never complained or got tired, your well-being is much more important to him.

The god knows that you have trouble with sleeping and does everything he can to make you feel comforted and cared for.

You would get extremely clingy and depending on your daddy, whining or crying when he wanted to put you down even just for a second.

You sniffle and held your stuffie close, feeling guilty for keeping Thor up the whole night and not being able to leave his side.

"M sowwy" you mumbled against his shoulder.

"Shh, do not worry your pretty head, my little one. Everything is alright, I'm here for you" he assured you while rubbing your back.

You could see the sun slowly rising and jumped a little in Thor's arms when you heard someone talking.

"Good morning, Thor" Steve greeted him, noticing the tired little in the Asgardian's arms. "Rough night?"

"Just had some trouble falling asleep but that's okay, I don't mind walking around with the tiny one" Thor answered him, leaning his head against yours.

"Okay, I'll see you at breakfast then," Steve said, heading out for his morning run.

Thor got with you back to your quarters and was about to set you down on the bed but you whimper, your hold tightening around him.

"Daddy has to use the bathroom, I'll be right back," he said, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You eventually let go of him and let him put you down.

"Pwomise you come back?" you asked with your bottom lip wobbling slightly.

"I promise, my love" he smiled and went to the bathroom.

Just as he promised he came back seconds later, drying his hands on his shirt he walked over to you and got on the bed next to you.

He pulled you close and handed you your favorite paci.

"Do you want to hear a story about how uncle Loki cut Lady Sif's hair?" he asked and you smiled, nodding your head and wrapping an arm around your daddy with your stuffie squished between your bodies.

Thor was still telling the story when he noticed your slower breathing and your paci laying on his chest. He sighed in relief that you finally get some deserved rest, even if it's just for a few hours.

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omg can u write about angst w/ the song drivers license w matt or chris when they broke up w the reader but they end up going back to her place to be like i miss u and either she rejects him on the spot or is like i’ll think about it

“Please?”

An - Ahh!! Thank you for the request! I hope I can do as close to what you wished for!

Paring - Matt sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Summary - Matt breaks up w/ reader

Warnings - angst, Cursing, Mentions of ed, Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD, Hope I didn’t miss anything!

Word count - 1.2k ishhh

“Fuck!” Matt shouted.

“Matt it’s okay, we can work on it.” I spoke up a little scared to hear what comes next.

“I just don’t think we can. I think we need to break up.”

Those were the word you most did not want to hear.

“I just can’t keep having to deal with you.”

I felt a tear drip down my cheek.

“Okay..” I say looking down making my way out his door.

“Just fucking leave!” He shouted throwing up his hands.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing Matt!?” I say rushing out of there going down to my car. I start my car with a river streaming down my puffy cheeks. I sob as I slowly leave the driveway, checking both ways of the road.

I’m almost home and still crying, my hands are shaky and my vision is blurry, that I pull over on the side of the road to finish crying so I can see clearly. I pull into my driveway, getting out of my car, tiredness filled my eyes as I walked through my house. I don’t even care about changing or taking off my makeup, I just lie down in my bed, falling asleep as soon as I close my eyes.

I couldn’t stop think about Matt the next morning. I didnt eat that entire day, laying in my bed crying all day is all did and wanted to do, and I did that for a couple days, not wanting to leave my bed or do anything.

2 weeks later

I wake up with mascara stains on my pillow case, my hair a mess, and my house dirty. I haven’t eaten in a while, and still no texts or calls from Matt. Chris and Nick text me once in a while to make sure I’m doing okay. I stand up and walk to my kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal, sitting down turning on my tv. I see that The sturniolos posted a new video, I click on it to see Matt with a big smile the whole video. It’s not fair that he gets to be all happy while I’m out here, not happy. I finish eating, putting my bowl in the sink and running back to my room to get my headphones and phone. Clicking on my cleaning playlist, I started to clean my house. Washing my clothes and bedding, sweeping my dirty floors, picking up trash just laying around vacuuming my carpets. It was night when I was done, even though my house was clean, I was still upset, think that cleaning would make it better but it didn’t. I lay down in my bed closing my eyes, before getting up to take a shower, which I haven’t done from the past weeks.

I get in the shower letting the water hit my dirty skin. I turn off the lights in my bathroom so I’m showering in the dark. I couldn’t tell if it was the water or that I started crying. I cry as I wash my hair and body. I get out the shower, clean. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes all red and puffy.

“Get your fucking life together” I tell myself in the mirror. I do my skin care and get into a clean pair of pjs. I cute up some watermelon and get a glass of water, and take a picture and posting it on my instagram story. Healing 🤍 I title it, letting people know I’m okay.

2 more weeks later

I decide to be a little crazy and put myself on tinder. I set up my account and go to bed right after thinking nothing of it.

I wake up to a couple guys that liked me, they were cute too! I messaged back one of the guys. We get a conversation going and he wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I smile bright at my phone and a get up and start to get ready for our date. I play my favorite songs as i get ready. I start to think to myself how I’m happy now then I was before.

I put on my favorite red dress that highlights all my curves and black heels. I looks at my phone to see that he texted me saying he was here. I walk out my door and get in his car.

Matts POV :

“It’s been a little over a month since I broke up with her..” I spoke up to Chris.

“Do you think she’s doing okay?” I ask Chris. He nods.

“She is. I still text her. She has a date tonight, so I think she’s moved on.” Chris states.

I was in a state of shock. There’s no way she could have gotten over me that quickly. I get up off the couch and head to my room. I’ve been pretty miserable without her these past couple of days, I thought I was fine. I want her back. She still has to have some feelings, right?

Reader POV :

“It’s now been two months from the first date I went on with him. He’s such a nice guy and we have so much in common. We’ve been on more dates and I have another one with him tonight.” I write in my diary before I get up to get ready.

After the date

“Thank you for tonight.” I say as pulls up to my house.

“No problem pretty.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss.

Making out for at least two minutes, I pull back.

“Did I do something wrong?” He spoke up

“No, just think we can save this for another time” I wink as I step out of the car.

We wave at each other as he drives off. I walk up my driveway, smiling as I look down at my feet. I bump into a body as I look up.

“Matt? What are you doing here? Are you okay? It looks like you’ve been crying” I say concerned look up at him.

“I miss you. I’ve been so miserable without you. I need you back in my life, I want you as mine again.” He said through sniffles.

“Matt..” I hesitated

“Please?” He said looking down at me begging.

“fuck” I whisper

“Im so sorry to do you like this when your in this state, but no. Im sorry but Ive moved on okay? I think it’s time for you to aswell. We need to meet different people. I know we had a past together but I don’t want to continue it. We can still be friends?” I said making eye contact with him, cupping his cheeks.

I could tell he wanted to cry so I pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist and cry’s.

“Did you walk here?”

He nods as he wipes his nose.

“Okay I’ll drive you home, just let me go get my keys” I say as I rush inside for my keys and walk back out to him.

The ride was silent the whole way.

“Okay we’re here, do you want me to walk you in?” He shakes his head no. “Okay then. Matt?”

“Hm?” He says turning towards me.

“Just know you can talk to me about anything, you can text or call me, we can hangout, whatever you want, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He says as he walks away.

I smile at him as I drove off. I take a deep breath as I pull into my driveway. I go inside and get unready from my day and go to bed.

I’m being woke up by my phone ringing. It’s Matt. I pick up.

“Matt?”

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An - Hi guys! Thank you guys for the support on my last story! I hope this one is just as good as my other one! Sorry if it’s not sad enough, for y’all : ( I love reading it, but I’m not the best at writing it so bare with me 🤍

[malarign]

han river at night

contains: bf!Jungwon x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! kissing | wc: 0,3k

request: Jungwon + 19 forehead kisses + 45 feeling their temperature

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Slow walks without any given destination have always been your favorite way to clear your mind. It was a time when you could be alone with your thoughts and desires, dreaming about the future. But ever since you and Jungwon became a couple, your lonely walks had turned into your weekly tradition. Every Saturday, he waited late at night (out maybe early in the morning) near your apartment, covered with a mask, sunglasses, and bucket hat so that there was no way anybody could recognize him.

Opening the door of your apartment complex, you spotted a silhouette of a boy sitting on the bench on the other side of the street. Looking carefully to your left and right to check if any car is nearby, you ran up to your boyfriend and fell into his embrace.

“Hi, my baby,” Jungwon said, voice muffled by his mask and the fabric of your jacket.

“Hi, Won,” you mumbled and quickly lifted his mask to kiss the corner of his lips. You wanted to cover his mouth, but he stopped you. Cupping your cheeks, he pulled you closer and kissed your lips lovingly. The feeling of his cold fingers on your face wasn’t uncomfortable but surprisingly brought refreshing touch.

His brows furrowed at your temperature difference and placed his hand on your forehead, tilting his head in question. “Do you have a temperature, or are my hands cold?”

You took his hands in his and gave them a rub to warm them up. “Definitely your hands.”

He smiled sheepishly at your comment. Standing up, he held his hand for you to take, which you did without thinking twice. Swinging your hands as you walked he told you about his week and how concert preparations were going. You stopped by the Han River and sat down to admire how night lights reflected in the soft surface of the water. Hearing how hard he worked you pouted. Kneeling next to him to reach the top of his head, you held his cheek and squeezed them.

“I’m so proud of you, my Won,” you said and watched how his eyes glistened at your praise. You planted a soft kiss on his forehead and hugged him tightly. “And I always will be.”

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[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Captain Scarlet and the Singing Squadron - Chapter 2: Lost and Found, part 2

(Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 -p1, ...)

When the indestructible Captain Scarlet meets with a joyful force!

(Note: this is my most favorite ever part to write! XD)

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Unfamiliar sounds roused Captain Scarlet from his sleep. He met with his body aching, like he had tumbled off a cliff and hit plenty of boulders on the way down.

But his well-trained awareness immediately grabbed his attention to his surroundings…

He was in semi-darkness.

The sounds turned out to be voices. And they were coming from the wooden door not too far from where he was laying down. Speaking in another language.

Laughter echoed loudly through the door, as Scarlet slowly got up from the uncomfortable bed made of wood logs and thin white fabric. He slowly shook his head, only to be greeted with a headache.

Just what the Devil’s going on here? He thought dumbfounded.

Suddenly Captain Scarlet jumped from the bed the moment the wooden door opened. Pulling his gun from its holster at the intruders.

But the sight nearly froze him at the spot when two figures revealed themselves to him.

“What the-!?”

“Whoa, relax comrade! We won’t hurt you,” the first man raised his hands. He seemed older than the dark-haired man who stepped in next to his friend.

“Fella’s in shock,” said the second man, his southern, Georgian accent clearly pronounced as he spoke.

“I don’t blame him. He hasn’t seen us in a long while!” the first man smiled at his buddy.

Captain Scarlet blinked once… twice… thrice. He recognized the uniforms that they were wearing. Century old, green military uniforms, wearing red and gold badges from a long bygone state. Their epaulets indicated the ranks of captains. And he could bet they were pilots.

“Who… are you?” he murmured.

“I’m Vano, Vano Kobakhidze!” introduced the young Georgian man.

“And I’m Alyabyev! Pleased to meet you, comrade!” grinned the older one.

The two of them shook hands with the rather stunned Spectrum officer.

These two seemed too jolly to be Mysteron replicants, right?

“Err… Please to meet you, sir,” Scarlet said with some uncertainty in his voice, “Mind explain what’s this set up?”

“Well, we were warned of the danger coming this way and we came prepared!” Alyabyev explained, “Our commander later rescued you from the enemy and brought you here. So, you’re safe with us!”

The Spectrum officer merely gave them a squint, and a hum.

“Where’s your commander right now? May I speak to him?” Captain Scarlet finally asked.

“Vo,” Vano turned around pointed towards the open door with his thumb, “He’s waiting for you outside.”

The Spectrum officer nodded. He looked around the room in search of his cap, found it laying on an old table underneath a window, which made him realize he was in a bunker, and placed it on his head. He gave another nod towards the two pilots before walking pass them.

Out into the open.

Captain Scarlet found himself within the outskirts of a birch forest, where he could see the bright green fields outside of it.

However, he felt that he wasn’t exactly alone.

He threw glances everywhere for the supposed ‘commander’, hoping at least of something that could ascertain him that his sanity was still intact. Or that he didn’t have some kind of concoction.

“Looking for me, comrade?” spoke a light masculine voice from behind him.

Scarlet immediately turned around. In front of him, was a man.

The man was a head shorter than him, maybe close to his 40’s; his uniform was of a lighter color than the men he had previously met, as if it was bleached under the sun for a while. He was decorated with badges that suggested a rank of a squadron commander, and a one-time hero. An auburn leather jacket was causally placed over his shoulders, and he wore a military cap with a wheat-crowned red star on the eyelets over his curly dark hair.

He had an oval-shaped friendly face, his eyebrows almost faded, and wrinkles were beginning to appear. However, his dark irises were shining with sparkles of a joyful and kind soul.

“Nou? How are you feeling?” the man spoke.

“I… seem alright,” Captain Scarlet shrugged a shoulder.

“Let’s introduce ourselves, shall we?” the man beamed at him, “My name’s Alexei Titarenko; former commanding officer of the second squadron of the Fighter Aircraft Guard Regiment.”

Scarlet nodded slowly.

“And what’s your name, our good guest?” was Alexei’s turn to ask.

“I’m Captain Scarlet, from the Spectrum Organization.”

A collective noise of awe echoed. At this point, the Spectrum officer was beginning to question his own mind.

I think I need to get out of here… fast!

“No real name?” a young voice called. Another man appeared right next to Alexei, obviously a young adult. With a bright face and an even brighter smile.

“We have our reasons to keep our personal information secret. It is our out most importance that we don’t give too much so we don’t become targets,” Captain Scarlet explained.

“Well, then you can just call me ‘Maestro’, for even sake,” the squadron commander nodded with respect.

The Spectrum officer had to restrain a cheeky smile.

“You’re a musician, sir?”

Suddenly, echoes of giggles and chuckles ran throughout the forest, sending slight chills down Scarlet’s spine. Meanwhile, the commander merely grinned in amusement.

“I wish I was. But know that I just do it for hobby,” Maestro replied joyfully.

He then nodded toward Captain Scarlet’s uniform with a sarcastic smirk.

“That’s your camouflage?”

Laughter roared as new pilots, including Vano and Alyabyev, appeared next to their commander, seemingly fading in from the greenery. Meanwhile, Scarlet pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing. And from feeling tense from this all too peculiar situation.

“Well, sposiba!” he returned the sarcasm, “May as well help me point to where is the Vitaly Power Plant?”

Maestro clapped his arm, encouraging the Spectrum officer to follow him.

As he was led towards the opening, Captain Scarlet saw other similar people appear out of nowhere. Feeling like a whole regiment surrounded him from the buzz of his existence.

He was looking around with awe that he didn’t notice a big metal wing in front of him. Knocking his head as he walked into it!

“Watch out! Those planes are small,” an old mechanic called out.

Scarlet slowly raised his head.

He saw a squadron of World War II fighter planes lined up at the edge of the forest! He took note of the turquoise bellies, the green spotted paint over the rest of the fuselages, the tiny white stars that marked as points and other painted décor on the sides, and the bright red stars decorated their tails and wings. All fueled up and battle ready.

Maestro, after a small chuckle at his misstep, pointed to a direction in the field.

“There it is, North-West from here,” he smiled cheekily.

“Thank you, sir,” the Spectrum officer tipped his hat, and began walking towards his designated mission target.

“Hope you protect it from the Mysterons! We got your back!”

Captain Scarlet walked some meters across the field, feeling a gentle breeze blowing through his dark hair and his face. Then, a thought hit his head. Causing him to freeze mid-step.

Wait a minute!? How did he know about the Mysterons?

He turned his head back.

It felt like the whole forest was watching him. The figures of the pilots almost blending in among the birch trees, sometimes fading in and out from the movements of the leaves. He could see the eyes from within the moving shades. Resembling pairs of red fireflies.

The Spectrum officer could see the planes. But only oh so barely. He couldn’t tell if they were part of the hills or not.

He turned back to the Power Plant. Still standing, peaceful and untouched. Half of his mind was focused on the mission. The other half was the mystery within the forest itself.

“What are you thinking about?” Scarlet flinched at the sudden familiar voice. He turned to his side to be met with Maestro, who appeared right beside him.

“Does anyone are aware that you guys are here?” he asked.

“Ah, no one believes we roam this place as if its our home,” the squadron commander shrugged, “Even the people at the Vitaly Power Plant didn’t notice that we’re here.”

“Did they just… don’t see you?”

“Like a gentle song in the breeze, drouk.”

Captain Scarlet scrutinized Maestro once more. The more he looked, the more the man seemed alive. His dark eyes glimmered like a candle in the darkness. His posture stood like a beacon. And the whole aura around him seemed warm and joyful to be anything but.

“Well, I don’t know about you, ‘Shorty’, but there’s no way I believe in what you’re trying to imply,” he shook his head ruefully, “Are you sure you aren’t a Mysteron replicant?”

Maestro raised a brow at the slight insult of ‘Shorty’. And the Spectrum officer immediately saw mischief shine in his eyes.

Then, the squadron commander slowly lifted himself from the ground! Raising to Scarlet’s eye level with a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face.

Jaw dropped and wide-eyed, Captain Scarlet fell backwards, knocked out cold on the grass!

Laughter echoed as the rest of the regiment circled the silly scene. ‘Pops’, the regiment commander, walked over next to Maestro with a big grin on his old visage.

“Alyosha! I think you scared the poor soul out of him!” he guffawed.

“Ah, don’t worry. He’ll quickly recover!” The Squadron Commander smiled, waving a hand.

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Better Days - Shane x Reader

CW: SFW, GN reader, Comfort, Slight Angst(?)

Note: It's about time I dip my toes into Stardew Valley! I love this game the absolute most ^^ My personal wifey is Emily but Shane was my first ever husband. This is kind of a dating alternative to what we get in game.

The bar is just about your favorite place to go. Not for the booze or the well cooked food, but for the nights that the town gathered for a good time. It's nearing the end of your first year here and already you're the social butterfly farmer of the town. You've even got a secret handshake with Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam! Alex is your tussling buddy on days that you've gotten most things done, and Emily? Well, she's just about your best friend here. That... Wasn't your choice. The others were pretty fine with you too, all except for Shane.

"Ah, don't mind him. He's always a grump!" Sam nudges you gently, trying to get your eyes off of the man drinking alone. "Everyone says that around here... Has anyone even invited him to a game of pool? Or even cards?" You look between the young adults that all shared worried and cringed gazes. "(Y/N)..." Abigail starts, but Sebastian continues for her. "Shane is about the most depressing man in Pelican Town. Every time anyone tries to talk to him, he'll shove them right off and keep going about his life. If you want to invite him for something, go right ahead. We'll be here for when he rejects your friendship."

Despite his words and teasing smirk, you puff your chest right out and share a hopeful smile of your own. "You know what? I'll talk to him! And he'll be so blown away by my charm, he'll BEG to hang out with me more!" With that, you turn your back to the group. Sam gives Sebastian a glare, "That's mean of you Sebastian. You know he's going to break their heart..." Sebastian shrugs, "Hey, if they want to find out, they're free to."

Shane's behavior wasn't unknown to you. You'd stop him sometimes on his walk to work and say hi, just for him to simmer in anger that you'd pause his walk. Though, every passing day, his anger towards your hellos lessened. Didn't completely stop the dissatisfaction but at least he isn't fuming every day.

"Shane! Buddy! What are you doing alone on a Friday night?" You beam your brightest smile, but the man's side eye quickly dashes your mood. "Drinking. Like I always do. Now what do you want?" He huffs softly, you adjusting the collar of your shirt. "I was wondering if you'd join me and my friends for-" "No."

"But... You didn't..." "I said no. I don't do 'friends' or hangouts. You think your friends would really like some drunk bastard joining them just to ruin the mood?" Your once bright smile quickly fades into an unsure expression. Honestly, you look like a kicked puppy. "Get back to your group and don't talk to me while I'm here. I'm no excited dog like you, farmer."

When you make your little defeated saunter to your friends, you mostly expect them to laugh at your attempt to reach out to Shane. But they had been listening in, with Sam pulling you into a comforting hug. "Like I said, don't mind that guy. You're a wonderful person! Come on, how about a game?" Abigail perks up, "We could try Blackjack!" Sebastian quickly cuts in, "Are you kidding? (Y/N) ALWAYS wins! They're the GOD of gambling, Abby."

The rest of your time spent at the saloon was trying to get your mind off that negative interaction. And yet, you couldn't stop thinking about him. You and your friends were first to leave, but you did stick around for a nightly walk. Perusing the rivers around with an awestruck beauty. It isn't long until you find a little isolated dock, where you sit and look down into the waters. Footsteps alert you to someone nearby, with a hefty sigh pairing with the sound of someone sitting next to you.

"Did your friends leave for the night?" Shane's voice sounds a lot more careful in tone. "Yeah, they all have their own things to do the rest of the night. The farm doesn't have much for me to do now that winter is approaching, so I'm watching the fish." To your response, Shane nods his head thoughtfully and takes a sip of his bottle. "Hm. Your pet doesn't even need you tonight?"

You chuckle a little, "They're probably fast asleep in my bed. Dirtying up the sheets!" Shane doesn't really take to laughing but does smile faintly. "Beats sleeping alone." While he drinks some more out of his bottle, you look on with a little worry. "Hm? Did you want a sip?" "Oh no, I've had more than enough to drink tonight. It's just... What you said."

"...Sleeping alone?"

"Yeah. You don't sound happy about that..."

"I'm... Okay with it." He tries to shrug off your worry, but your gentle hand comes to hold onto his shoulder. "Okay doesn't mean happy."

His eyes roll back into his head, but he doesn't even make a move to remove your hand from his shoulder. "I know it doesn't. But why should I make myself happy? I live, I work, and I get by. What more is there to life? Okay is better than in trouble."

You scoot in closer and try to look into his wavering eyes, "What about the fresh flowers of spring? The silver scales of fish in the water? Something's got to make you happy."

"What about them, huh? The flowers would be okay if I wasn't here. The fish would probably rejoice. The sun will still rise and- god, no one in this town would care!" His eyes prickle with tears, one hand gripping his hair, "The only possible people who would probably bat an eye are Marnie and Jas- But what, it would take a month to forget me? Two? I would have added nothing to this-"

The warmth from your tight embrace stops his rambling. The only other feeling he can really note is the dampening of his shirt as you bury your face in it. "Uhm... (Y/N)...?" Shane doesn't try to pull you off, instead wrapping a hesitant arm around you. "Shane..."

You pull yourself back, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. "You are loved so much more than just by Marnie and Jas... There's so much that would change if the only time we spend with you is at your funeral! The only time I spend with you! Even if it's just stopping by to say hello, I still appreciate every positive feeling I get with you..." He shakes his head slightly yet doesn't let go. "(Y/N), I know what you're going to say, but you're not going to convince me of anything. I know this place wouldn't care if I lived or-"

A hand to his mouth quickly shuts him down, "Stop that! Please...! I have lost too many friends already because they thought no one loved them..." Those pools of tears in your eyes strike him right in the heart. "I don't care about any flaws you see in yourself. The drinking, the attitude- you're not unlikeable just because of that. I love being around you..."

A careful rough hand slips your hand from his mouth. "How can you say that when I've been nothing but mean to you?"

"Because I care for you, whether you like to think that or not! I want to make your days better... I want you to finally put that fear of people aside and join my friends in games- even if it's just a try. I want to see you stop and smell the flowers on your way to work and- and-" His hands reach your wrists, pulling them down to ground you from your rant.

"That's... A lot of feelings, farmer. I don't exactly think hanging out with your pals or some games will help-" His now soft gaze looks into your worried one, "But, I... I think I could try for you. At least, try to have some better days. I..." He tries to choke down his sentimental rant, but the words keep coming. "I'd hate to make you cry. Out of everyone in this town... You're about the only one I hate seeing so miserable."

With a little laugh, you sniffle and keep wiping the moist tears from your face. "What about the others?" "I'd like to keep Marnie and Jas happy at least. Though, Lewis could probably use a few tears..." You playfully shove Shane for his comment while bursting with laughter. "That's so mean! Lewis is okay!" "That's what you think, farmer. I don't know what ANYONE sees in him..."

The starry night was spent with more teasing and a much lighter conversation. Only ending when your tired yawning led him to walk you all the way back to the farm. Now that Shane has his own friend... He could see his future holds better days.