#oh boy this might spiral. hope someone enjoys this

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THE FIVE NONSENSES

[ SOULMATE!AU ] Pairing: Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader x Miya Atsumu Summary: Like most people, you do not meet the Miya twins so much as they are thrust upon you. Unlike most people, you are thrust upon them as well. read on ao3 | read on quotev

CHAPTER ONE: SIGHT Word Count: 2,700 words Warnings: None

The week before school starts, it is unusually cold and gray, the wood chips on the playground are damp, and your shoelace is untied.

It’s been like that for a while now – dangling loose and free on both sides of your right shoe, twin tails flying up and down as you swing back and forth. It’s okay. It’s not like you need tied laces while you’re on the swings, anyhow.

Up. Down. Higher and higher and higher. Your auntie is arguing on the phone right now, standing behind the park bench with her back towards you. You swing forward, up and up until your heels perch on top of her head.

It’s a funny sight. You grin.

“Oi.”

You want to see if you can reach the top of the big tree across the park.

“Oi, you on the swing. We’re talkin’ to ya.”

Still swinging back and forth, you look to the side. Then you blink and wonder if your eyes are broken.

Two boys with the same face stare at you with sleepy eyes and flat mouths.

It’s so odd that you let your feet drag across the ground beneath you, staring back as you slow to a stop.

“Hi,” you say.

“It’s our turn on the swings,” says the boy on the right.

A slight frown twists your lips. You glance towards the empty swing on your other side.

“Can’t ya take turns on that one?”

“No,” says the boy on the left. “We’re racin’ to see who can go the highest.”

“I’m not done yet, though,” you say stubbornly.

“So?” says the boy on the right, his eyelids falling further in annoyance. “We ain’t got all day. Scram.”

His double nods seriously.

You look over at Auntie, who’s still on the phone.

Swallowing, you tighten your grip on the swing chains. They had been cold at first, but you’ve been holding them for so long that they’ve warmed up against your palms.

“No.”

The way they look at you makes a shiver go up your spine.

They stare for what feels like hours, chilly and silent, until the one on the right shrugs.

“Suit yerself.”

Then he reaches out, yanks the knit cap off your head, and takes off simultaneously with the other boy.

You gasp and scramble to get off the swing. “Hey! Give it back! Auntie, they took my hat!”

“Who –?” She sputters as you zip past her, exclaiming your name. “Young lady, what is –!”

They’re fast. And they run in tandem, most of the time, one pulling forward only for the other to catch up, leaving you further and further behind. Your cap flies back and forth between them as they pass it like a floppy, maroon-colored ball.

They glance back at you and you’re close enough to see them grin.

“Give it back!” you shriek.

“Why don’t ya make us, slowpoke?” one of them calls out.

It’s at that very moment that your shoe snags on its untied lace.

Your breath catches. You soar through the air and land flat on your face.

Twin laughter crackles through the dreary air.

When you glance up, you see them standing just a few meters away, a snickering pair of entertained little foxes.

Your cheeks burn. You don’t think you’ve ever been so mad and embarrassed in your entire life. And with the two of them, it seems to double until your eyes sting and steam whistles out of your ears.

Teeth clenched hard enough to break through steel, you sit up and wrench your untied shoe off. You leap to your feet and charge towards them as fast as you can.

“Give it back!”

They jump, eyes widening, and sprint off once more.

With one missing shoe and a sock that’s getting wetter by the second, you really don’t stand a chance. But whether it’s dumb luck or the rage rushing through your bloodstream, miraculously, lungs burning and muscles screaming, the gap between you and them begins to shrink.

The smirks on their faces seem to get smaller and smaller as you get closer, changing into grimaces of irritation. They run even faster. So do you.

“Give it back!” You’re repeating it like a mantra now, getting nearer and nearer with each breathless repetition. “Give it back give it back give it BACK –”

One of them falls a step behind the other. You seize the opportunity with your teeth and bite down.

The boy topples forward and skids across the wet grass as you tackle him, fists twisted up in the back of his thick grey sweater.

“Ow!”

It isn’t long before you’re straddling his back to keep him down, one arm on the back of his head to press his face into the ground while the other reaches out to grab the hat in his outstretched hand.

“Get offa me!” he grunts, though you can barely understand him and care even less.

“No!”

As you struggle to purchase a hold on your belonging, the other boy jogs back up to where his comrade had fallen. You stiffen and look up at him warily.

But instead of lifting a finger to help, you’re surprised when he breaks into laughter.

“Bahahaha! She totally smoked ya, Osamu!”

“Shut up, Atsumu!”

‘Atsumu’ bends down to snatch up your hat. You rush to stand up, ready for another round of chasing, but you’re surprised yet again when he simply tosses the hat between his hands and fixes you with eyes that seem less dull than before.

“Bet ya can’t catch us again,” he tells you while ‘Osamu’ gets to his feet.

“Yeah, I can,” you snarl, still panting for breath, but you rip your hat out of his hands just in case.

“Hey –”

“Forget it, Atsumu. My sweater,” Osamu grumbles. “Ma’s gonna kill me.”

You turn towards him, a tart word or two on your tongue about how he rightfully deserves a good thrashing – his brother, too. But your eyes catch on his sweater, and then on his hands that are hopelessly scrubbing at the dirt and grass stains, and what you see wrapped around his pinkie effectively steals the retort from your mouth.

“Ya got a red string,” you say, pointing at it.

Osamu raises an eyebrow at you, then lifts his hand to look. He wiggles his pinkie. His brow furrows and his lips pinch. He looks back at you, and the furrow in his brow deepens.

“Ya got one too,” he says, and now it’s his turn to point.

You look at your left pinkie. Indeed, wrapped around it is a red string, and when you trace its tail, you find that your string and Osamu’s are one and the same.

A lump forms in your throat.

Auntie finally catches up to the three of you.

“You little devils, running around like that! And where’s your shoe, young lady? I ought to …” Her gaze catches onto the red around your and Osamu’s pinkies, and her jaw slackens. Your lower lip trembles as she meets your eyes. “Oh. Oh, dear.”

—

When Atsumu puts it all together, he gets so mad at you that he cries.

He lifts up his sweater in a fit and shows you the mark on the side of his belly, the ink-black shadow of a fox’s head. Osamu shows you the same mark on the opposite side. When your parents all meet at the Miya residence that night, they try to sort it all out.

Soulmates, as you understand it at eight years old, are very special best friends. Most are the kind to get married and have kids, like your parents and the twins’ parents. A few are siblings, like Atsumu and Osamu. And some don’t share blood or get married and simply know each other better than anybody else in the world.

And as you sit in the living room sandwiched between your mom and dad, sweat dampening the back of your neck as the brothers stare half-lidded like they did at the park, you know what it means.

It means you are an intruder.

—

“Ma, I don’t wanna go.”

“You’re just nervous, honey,” she says, fixing the collar of your blouse. “Think about it. You already know two people there, don’t ya? And one of them’s yer soulmate.”

You look at yourself in the mirror. A pout forms on your lips. “But they’re mean to me.”

“They’ll come around if you do.” Wrinkling your nose, you keep your doubts to yourself as your mom stands up. “Time to go. You don’t want to be late.”

As she ushers you away, you take one last glance at your reflection.

For a split second, you swear you see Osamu instead. Then you blink and it’s just you again.

You didn’t know soulmates could do that.

Your mom watches from the house as you leave the front door and dutifully make your way to the corner of the street, where several kids are already waiting. The green backpacks make them look like turtles. You must look like a turtle too.

Just as you come up to the group, wondering if you should introduce yourself, one of the boys stands in front of you and traps you with a careful look. He says nothing. Just looks at you expectantly.

Awkwardly, you bow. “Good morning,” you say, and he frowns.

Oh, boy. Is there a certain way you’re supposed to say good morning here?

“I told ya, Kato-chan,” pipes up an older girl behind him, hands on her hips. “It’s not her.”

“Not who?” you ask.

The girl appraises you. Her glasses are big and round and take up most of her face, and the lenses gleam in the morning light. “Kato-chan’s soulmate,” she replies, speaking like someone well beyond her years. “He only wants one because his big brother met his yesterday.”

You grimace. Kato’s ears turn red. “No!” he protests.

“They’re supposed to tell him his zodiac sign,” the girl says. “It’s written on the bottom of his foot.” You nod, reaching up to hold the straps of your backpack, and her eyes flick down. They widen. “Oh. Have ya met yer soulmate yet?”

Shifting uncomfortably, you drop your hands. You wish she hadn’t asked. “Um … well –”

Two blurs shove past you. You can feel the entirety of their hands, each sturdy finger and thumb pushing back on each of your shoulders until you stumble.

“I win!”

“No, I win!”

“I touched the pole first, ya scrub!”

“With yer hands! I banged my shoe on it before that.”

“That doesn’t count –”

You join the others in crowding around the Miya twins, who are clinging to one of the poles sticking up from the sidewalk. They’re wearing matching jackets and matching pants and matching shoes, seeming to morph into a single organism as they quarrel and butt heads.

“Let go!”

“You let go first!”

Their shoes scuffle against the concrete. Both boys grab the other’s hair with one hand, and every bone in your body feels like it’s turned to lead when a thread catches blood-red underneath the sun.

Someone gasps. “Hey, do ya see that?”

You close your eyes.

A hand closes around your arm.

“Oh,” Glasses Girl says. Her voice rises loud enough to be heard by everyone. “Wow, Miya-kun, I didn’t know ya had two soulmates.”

And just like that, they stop.

Dread pools coldly in your stomach as she turns to you. The other kids swivel their heads to stare in what feels like slow-motion, but the brunt of the weight is from the twins, who let go of the pole to pin you down with their eyes.

Your throat dries. You wish you could melt into a puddle.

“Which one is it?” Glasses Girl asks you. “Atsumu-kun or Osamu-kun?”

You lick your lips. “I –”

“Neither of us,” says Atsumu. His tone is flat. “It was a mistake.”

You close your mouth.

“Really?” Kato asks, sounding worried. “There can be mistakes?”

“Well, duh. Me and Osamu are already soulmates. She’s just some scrub.”

Osamu says nothing.

“Oh.”

You say nothing, either.

The group breaks out into murmurs. Glasses Girl looks down at you. You meet her pitying gaze and then look away, uncomfortable, and shrug.

You don’t know why, but your chest starts to hurt. Just a little bit.

—

A few weeks go by. You make a few friends (one friend – Glasses Girl, whose real name is Kokomi). The Miya twins are still rude. The homework is hard.

Then your auntie heads back home to Miyagi to take care of a family emergency, and your parents go on their monthly weekend business trip. And you …

Well, worse things could’ve happened. Getting struck by lightning, for one.

“How come yer parents left ya all by yerself? They don’t like ya or somethin’?”

“No,” you snap at Atsumu. You’ve tucked yourself away in the corner of the guestroom, but even then, it provides no escape from the twins. Which makes sense, since this is their house. “They’re working.”

“What do they do?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He looks down at you, eyebrows low above his eyes. “Just wonderin’ why they saddled us with ya.”

“You know why,” you mumble. Looking down at your scratch art book, you scrape your stylus along the black page to reveal a glittery purple line. Your butterfly looks more like a moth.

Because you’re new to the area, and you don’t know anybody. Because your auntie had to leave early, and good nannies cost money and are hard to find. Because your parents met Osamu and Atsumu’s parents once.

Because …

“Atsumu, ya gotta wipe the counters.”

“I already did.”

“Well, ya did a cruddy job of it and Ma wants ya to do it again.”

Atsumu groans loudly, pushing off the wall and heading out of the room. “Geez …”

You hear the muffled sound of Miya-san telling him off in the kitchen, followed by the drawling complaints of Atsumu. You make eye contact with Osamu. He holds it, tucking his hands into his pockets. The red string snakes out of it and runs down the length of his sweatpants.

“Yer a lot nicer at school,” he finally comments, and you bristle.

“Because the people at school are nicer,” you retort.

“Did ya like supper?”

The abrupt change in subject pinches your eyebrows together.

“Huh?”

“You didn’t eat much,” he says, and though he doesn’t sound all too concerned, he continues to stare at you without blinking. “Do ya not like shogayaki?”

“I …” Perplexed, you let your legs slide out of their tucked-up position. “It’s fine.”

“What’s yer favorite food?”

“Onigiri,” you say without hesitation. His head tilts, and his eyes open just a millimeter wider. You do hesitate before asking, “What’s yer favorite food?”

“I dunno. Food,” he says automatically. You surprise yourself with the brief snort that escapes your nose. “What’s so funny, ya scrub?”

“Yer favorite food can’t be food.”

“Says who?” Osamu responds.

“I dunno. But that’s not how it works.”

“All of them are good.”

You guess you can’t argue with that.

The boy shifts, propping one shoulder up against the door frame. He looks down and to the side, his mouth twisting in the same direction, and you wait for whatever he’s about to say before he takes in a breath.

“We’re makin’ onigiri for lunch tomorrow.”

He lingers for a moment longer, glancing back at you, and you realize that this is Osamu’s way of extending an olive branch.

Warmth trickles up your neck and into your cheeks.

“Okay,” you say quietly.

He nods, pushing away from the door frame in a manner eerily similar to Atsumu before heading off towards their room. You listen to his footsteps shuffling sleepily down the hallway and curl up again, hugging your sketchbook to your chest.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, you think. Maybe Osamu will come around, just like your mom said, and everything will be fine, eventually.

Another pair of footsteps shuffle up to your room.

“Oi, freeloader. Answer my question.”

Everything will be fine, as long as Atsumu comes around too. But that, as you have already come to learn, will be a long, long time coming.

—

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[lomltrentarnold]

someone — jude bellingham  ₊˚ෆ

contents: 1.6k words, fem!reader (she/her), fwb!bellingham is down bad, lil angsty but happy ending, they like each other so much SIGH

🍓 hana’s note: hi my loves!! hope u enjoy <33 i actually had fun writing this, please tell me what u think 🫶 sorry if nothing makes sense LOL

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Jude was sure that the muscle on his wrist had gotten stronger in the span of three days. He moved to check his phone again for the hundredth time that day. The whole situation feels like a thirteen year old boy waiting for his girlfriend to reply to his text. 

The only difference is that he’s twenty one years old, and his ‘girlfriend’ is not actually his girlfriend. 

His gloomy mood attracted his assistant who was off clicking the keyboard computer.

“Whose text are you waiting for?” they asked, immediately bringing him out of his little pity party.

His heart stuttered, “No one.” he replies, shaking his head, before tucking the phone away into his pocket.

A skeptical look was thrown, “Yeah, sure.” 

Jude took a minute before he relented, “She’s…someone.” he sighed, not really in the mood to throw up his gut to his assistant.

He ran his hands through his hair down to his face, frustrated.

They were sure this ‘someone’ was not just anyone, “The same ‘someone’ who had you giggling and kicking your feet last week?” his assistant smirked, noticing the little smile that Jude always wears every single time he stares at his phone.

But not in the last few days.

Recently, he has been more sad when he stares at his phone.

Heat trailed from the back of his neck to his cheeks, “I was not giggling and kicking my feet.” tummy twisting with nerves.

“Oh, you so were. She has you wrapped around her fingers, Bellingham.” the keyboard clicking stopped, as a teasing smirk was sent his way.

Jude’s heart made a backflip–oh she definitely does– “She’s just.. special. And I really really like her.” his cheeks heating up more as your pretty face fresh flashes in his mind. 

“So? Why don't you ask her out on a date?”

He sighed, “I would, but she’s ghosting me.”

“Someone ghosted THE Jude Bellingham? Damn, your ego must be hurt.” they laughed.

Jude took a deep breath, “It's not about my ego, I just–” he paused, “I thought we were going somewhere, I like her and I thought that she liked me but I guess...” his voice trailing out as sadness coats his words.

His assistant noticed how Jude’s head dropped in disappointment, immediately feeling bad for him, and an idea lightbulb immediately went off, “Go to her place then.”

“What?”

The assistant shrugged their shoulders, “Go to her place. Ask her out.”

He coughed out, “She doesn’t wanna see me.”

“Ask her face to face, get confirmation. If she really doesn’t wanna see you then, fine. But try at least! Fight for her!” their encouragement send Jude into a full dedicated state. Already having a full plan in his head.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Screen lights from the tv illuminated your already dark room with a movie playing in the background. You really should be asleep right now. But your mind was too cloudy with a certain, seriously attractive, very sweet and nice footballer. 

What did you think was gonna happen?

Getting into a friends-with-benefits with someone you harboured a big fat crush on was not the brightest idea. 

Jude is a bigshot footballer, everyones’ starboy, all he needs to do is smile and all girls fall to his feet (including you). The strategy of pushing him away was pretty solid, considering that he might not even notice that you haven’t been replying to his texts. 

He probably has hundreds of girls on his phone anyways.

Not that you care, he can do whatever he wants, he’s not your boyfriend. 

Not your boyfriend. 

Then why does it still bother you?

A sudden knock, broke you out of your spiralling session, shooting your heart rate up. Who knocks at 2 in the morning?

A buzz from your phone alerted you.

—

bellingham :)

I’m outside your apartment

I need to talk to you

—

You contemplated opening the door, what do you even say to him? Another knock. 

Another buzz.

—

bellingham :)

Please.

—

The door swung open and Jude was met with the sight of you, with tired eyes and a scowl on your face. You don't look too happy seeing him, and he doesn't blame you.

“Are you insane?! What do you want, Jude? It’s two in the morning!” you huffed out, taking his wrist and pulling him inside. You do not want to get a complaint from your old cranky neighbours. 

Both of your hands tingle the second it touches, fingers twitching as you hope the other doesn't notice. You move to pause the movie, hands gravitating towards the blanket on your couch before draping it around your shoulders. Trying to cover up your well-loved worn pyjamas.

You look like a mess. 

Jude’s hand sweats in his pockets, his heart was pounding after finally being in your presence. With your messy hair, pretty droopy eyes, paired with your profile being highlighted by the tv. His heart rate shoots up when your eyes meet his. 

You look really pretty.

Focus, Bellingham!

He awkwardly coughs, trying to cut the thick tension in the room, “You still watching that show?” he voiced out, hand gesturing to the tv behind you. 

It was a show recommendation from him. You had made fun of it at first, but then the plot was too good to be ignored, you needed to know how it ends. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I was curious.” voice small as your hands tightened around the blanket, bringing comfort to you.

A beat of awkward silence went on.

And Jude has had enough of it and decided to go for it, head first, no thoughts.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he finally said, saddened brown eyes met yours. You can feel your defence chip away the more you look at him.

You avert your eyes immediately, trying to formulate words, "I'm busy."

"That you ghosted me for three days straight?" he scoffed.

"Jude-"

"I don't think you understand how much you’re in my head." his voice shook, heart trembling in his chest, “I wake up and my first thought is to check if you have texted me back and you know how embarrassing it is to not see anything?"

You scoffed, “So this is about your ego?”

“No! I didn’t say that–“

Another scoff, "Jude don’t lie, you get messages every single day. Your notifications are always flooded! Don’t act like I’m suddenly special!” you rolled your eyes, lungs burning with anger.

His face contorted into confusion before turning into hurt, “Did I give you that impression? That I don't care because you’re not special?” Jude’s voice cracked, maybe it was your head playing tricks but you swore his eyes were glossy with tears. 

Anymore second looking at him than you might just break. 

“Jude-” you started.

“Because I do! I’ll buy you more flowers, pick up your favourite coffee, watch those reality shows that you love so much, we can have a picnic or even a fancy dinner!” he rambled, hands animated as his feet started to move towards you, eyes pleading. “I really want this to work. I want to be in your life, as your boyfriend.” 

The distance between two got so small that you can feel his warm breath hitting your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

He smells like mint.

Did he chew one before he got here?

The call of your name hits your ears, his voice soft and sweet. You really like how he says your name. You miss it. You like him. You miss him.

“Please say something.” Jude whispered, eyes involuntarily dropping to your lips, cheeks warming under his gaze.

“I really really like you.” you softly said, nothing but a whisper but it sends just into cloud nine.

His eyes shined, mouth already opening to say something before you cut him off.

“But-“

His heart dropped.

“But?”

“Jude, you can literally have anyone you want in the world!” you raised your voice. Tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. Why does he have to be so complicated? Why won’t he understand that you will never be enough for him?

By now, he can have a general sense on why you ghosted him. You have been insecure and worried ever since this little relationship started. Jude partly understands it, his popularity is intense and the media is poking at every nook and cranny of his life. Judging at the littlest things he does.

But he also doesn’t understand because-

“But, I want you! Don’t want anyone else!” he exclaimed, big calloused hands move to the sides of your face, thumb softly running on your cheeks. “I want you.” he added, softly pressing a kiss at the apple of both of your cheeks.

A lovesick smile broke out on your face before you can even control yourself. “I want you too.”

Jude eyes twinkled at the sight. His heart elevates in the process. Was this a dream?

“Pinch me.” he snickered.

Your hands move around his waist to pinch his skin, “Dork.” you giggled, his smile getting wider at the sound.

A comforting silence blankets over you both. Smitten eyes staring at each other with heavy yearning. Hearts fully enamoured with the other.

A soft kiss was planted on your lips, tender and gentle as his hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He can’t get enough of you.

Your whole body was on fire. It has been so long since you both got together.

“Jude-“

“Mhm.” he hummed, lips still pressing against yours. His hands wander to wrap around your waist. It feels like he wants to eat you whole.

He definitely does.

You carefully pull away, chuckling at the small whine that leaves him as he chases you again, “It’s late.” you affectionately scolded.

“Let’s go to sleep then.”

“Together?” you teased.

“Yes, please.”

Well, how can you say no to that?

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[alastor-x-reader-stories]

How about headcanons for luci x reader and alastor x reader where they neglect reader and they have to fix it? I just need some fluffy diabetical sweet hurt-comfort xD if you could please 🙏 ☺️

WAP-BAP-BOOM ALAKAZAM here's a thing. I hope you don't mind I make it pre-relationship because I love me some pining

Lucifer x Reader, Alastor x Reader

Summary: Your friend has been avoiding you lately. You spiral and wonder what you did wrong.

Warnings: Anxiety go brrrrrr. Alastor is a low-key stalker, but not in a creepy way? more like a.... 'i adore you from afar' way. Luci disassociates hardcore. Reader does too.

ALASTOR

Alastor started drifting away when he realized he enjoyed having you around

He couldn't find a twisted justification for it and he just couldn't handle it

He didn't want your soul, he had no real use for you, and yet he wanted you with him

So he pushed you away without much thought.

With no explanation to you, btw

Deer boy mcgee wouldn't be (intentionally) rude or hostile towards you, but certainly more aloof.

Conversations turned into curt greetings and goodbyes

Times spent lounging around in the same room turned into a little wave here and there

Attentive listening to your venting shifted to a 'Well that's not good. Tootaloo!' before he left

The guy didn't even ramble about HIS stuff with you anymore

It hurt.

You didn't know why he was suddenly so distant with you. But surely you did something WRONG, right?

You always do something wrong

So you just had to fix it. But you needed to find out what 'it' was

When you passed by him in the hallway one day, he gave his increasingly-common wave before waltzing right by you-

"Wait, Alastor?"

He glanced at you, tilting his head at an unnatural angle. His smile was too tight.

"Did I....Did I do something wrong?"

His eye twitched.

Absolutely not, he'd think. You could do no wrong in his eyes (though his ethics were slightly askew so that might not mean much)

But you looked absolutely distraught

You were trying to cover it up - you always do - but he could tell.

He watches you a lot

"Of course not, my dear!"

"...why are you avoiding me, then?"

...

Shit.

He didn't have a lie ready and his usual quick wit appears to have failed him

Looking at your eyes. Your lovely, currently tearing up eyes-

No no no no no

He turned his attention to you fully, gently cupping the side of your face in one hand.

"Oh, my dear, no need for the waterworks. You did nothing wrong, I assure you."

"Don't lie to me, please. just- just what did I do? I'll fix it..."

He'd typically murder someone for making you feel like this. However, he was the one making you feel like this so that complicated things.

He leaned down, gently kissing away the forming tears at the corner of your eye.

"Simply...sorting some things out, dearest. You did nothing wrong. I just... Need some space."

Why were you staring at him like that?

Did he say something cruel?

Why was your face such a bright red-

OH.

OH

OH

"Well, i best be off! Let's meet for tea later, yes?"

You numbly agreed and he quickly said another farewell before shadow-travelling to who-knows-where

You gently touched the cheek had had been so gently holding earlier, a small, giddy smile on your lips

"Something to sort out, huh?"

Well. You couldn't wait until he finished that up.

LUCIFER

Lucifer had no intentions of being distant

Unfortunately...that just...kind of happens

Maybe that's why Lillith got sick of him

When you're older than all of humanity, time doesn't quite flow the same for him as it does for you.

Add his tendency to detach himself from everything and that gets even more complicated.

But he was doing so well for a while!

He'd leave his room often, he'd talk to Charlie and the other hotel-people, he'd like. Leave the building sometimes.

Maybe it was because he was doing so well that it seemed to you like he suddenly stopped caring.

Or maybe he was sick of you?

You could be pretty annoying sometimes...

You ramble and hyper-fixate and suck at emoting...

OH SHIT yeah he was...probably sick of you

Several days of being mopey later and Charlie ended up talking with you. When you told her what gives, she pretty much confirmed what you feared.

"AGH! He ALWAYS does this!"

"Hun, take a deep breath. Maybe something happened?" Vaggie said, putting a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.

Charlie's words already had you spiraling.

He ALWAYS did this?

Was...Lucifer just like that?

Your Luci was like that?

Luckily Nifty happened by at that moment, sweeping up the floor with manic glee.

Her big ol' eye watched the scene and she casually stated

"His majesty hasn't moved for like, four days. I know, I dusted him. He's just staring at the wall like this."

Nifty made her eye go comically larger, mouth pressed into a firm frown. Then her usual expression popped back up and she went back to scrubbing everything.

"....oh." You murmured as Charlie was panicking and screaming how her father was dead.

Vaggie managed to calm her down enough for you to explain what disassociating was.

You had a good amount of experience with it

Charlie proceeded to put her face in her hands and feel horrible.

You went to comfort her, but Vaggie stopped you and motioned to the stairs with a tilt of her head.

Oh....Okay, she got the Charlie and you got the Luci

You scuttled away to Lucifer's room

Lo' and behold, the Nifty was correct.

Kind of.

He wasn't exactly sitting there staring at a wall, but he was hunched over his workdesk with his head in his arms.

You put a hand on his back, between his shoulder blades.

"You okay, Luci?"

It took him a moment to respond, but he did. Looking up at you with rather dull eyes.

Which suddenly turned comically large as he sprang up and flailed about, squishing your face between his hands.

His expression went from numb to panic to absolute rage in a span of a couple seconds and it was giving you whiplash.

"Who made you cry?" He growled..

Who...Oh

Oh yeah you were crying earlier

It was so horribly ironic you laughed, tears spilling down your cheeks. Luci blinked one eye at a time.

Adorable

You explained why you cried- that you thought he was sick of you.

He offered to punch himself in the face.

That made you laugh again and you hugged him without thinking, clinging onto the silly gnome-looking man like you'd be erased if you let go

He returned the gesture in kind.

Lucifer clung onto you, pressing his forehead between your neck and shoulder, laughing in shakey, watery breaths

"What are we even laughing about!?" You cackled, tears still rolling

"No idea but I needed it." Lucifer chuckled. He nuzzled your neck, his breath steadying.

"Thank you, starling." he really needed it.

[eevees-hobbies]

um um um Eve I had a bad day today and I was wondering if you could (please feel free to ignore me if you’re not interested or I’m annoying!!) write something about some of the windbre boys showing off their chubby gf 👉🏼👈🏼 they can get smutty or stay wholesome, whichever is easier for you. Maybe ume, togame, sakura, endo, and hiragi? Idk if that’s too many people. I hope you’re having a great day!!

Author’s Note: Hi, Anon! I’m sorry to hear you had a bad day,and even though I’m fulfilling this request a few days late (sorry!) I hope that the little piece below makes you smile even a little bit. I’m a thick girl myself, so I love when writers talk about readers' curves, rolls, cellulite, big asses, BREASTS, BIG THIGHS (oh my). Also, please don’t say you’re annoying because you aren’t and never could be, babe 💕. Sorry for not writing for Endo yet (I still haven’t gotten to him in the manga!). I enjoyed writing this. Sakura, please marry me!

Content Warning: Made with fem! reader in mind :) Reader x Haruka Sakura, Reader x Hajime Umemiya, Reader x Toma Hiragi. It's fluffy, except Hiragi does try to sneak something inappropriate in there. Also, tw: for body insecurities.

Word Count: 892 (it’s not about size, it’s what you do with it!)

Dividers by Saradika

Haruka Sakura

Quite frankly, Sakura is tired of your bullshit tonight. You’ve been acting out of the ordinary, hiding behind him, avoiding eye contact with others, and talking barely above a whisper.

“What is wrong with you?” His dual-colored eyes search yours for any indication of what might be your problem. 

“You haven’t given me shit all night, and it’s startin’ to make me nervous!”

You briefly let out a small laugh, but it’s so barely detectable that Sakura can’t savor the sound. 

You open your mouth but avert your eyes from him. “I…I’m being dumb, but I don’t like the way this dress feels on me. I shouldn’t have worn it, and now people are s-staring at me…”

Sakura looks around at the packed bar. Sure, he notices glances, but he knows what it’s like to be looked at as though you’re shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe, and that’s not what he’s seeing. He leans closer to you, his face so close that you can see the individual hairs of his eyelashes.

“Look at me. Everyone’s looking at you because you’re fucking gorgeous, and if someone did have anything to say about your dress,” he pauses, “my new favorite dress, I’ll kick their fucking asses!”

You look up at Sakura in pure adoration, love, and devotion—feeling the insecurity wash away as he looks down at you as though you are the only person in the entire world that matters–and to Haruka Sakura, that’s the case.

“The man that you are, Haruka.” 

Hajime Umemiya

You stand nervously in the bathroom of Cafe Pothos as you splash cool water on your face. You feel on the verge of passing out as anxiety grips your throat and chest, making it hard to breathe.

Quick but soft knocks at the door break you out of your panic attack, and Umemiya’s soothing voice reaches you, “Y/N, my friends are here. Are you ok, babe?”

You are not ok.

You’ve been dating Umemiya for months, and everything had been perfect until he planned a meet-n-greet with his friends. Residual insecurity from partners who were cruel after their friends disapproved of you and what you looked like set you into a spiral that you couldn’t break out of.

But it’s now or never.

You pull open the door and give him your best attempt at a smile for someone who was just having a panic attack in a public restroom.

Umemiya knows exactly what’s going through your mind without you having to say it, and despite his constant praise of you, he understands that sometimes actions are far more effective.

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the central area of the cafe, where all of his friends sit. You want to crawl into yourself as all eyes are on you, but before you shut down, Umemiya speaks first.

“Guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Please don’t embarrass me in front of her; she thinks I’m cool.” 

Hiragi offers a kind smile, “Well, she’s going to be disappointed because there’s not a cool bone in your body. Nice to me ya, Y/N. He talks about you all the time.”

Your eyes get wide as you look up at a blushing Umemiya. 

“Really?”

Someone you recognize as Tsubakino chimes in, “All the time, and who can blame him when you’re so cute?”

“Hey, guys, leave the complimenting my girl to me, please. Not trying to have you steal her.”

You feel Umemiya’s hand squeeze yours, and your shoulders relax as you wonder what you were worrying about to begin with.

Toma Hiragi 

Hiragi sighs heavily as he listens to the continuous chatter of Umemiya who is giving a long-winded update on the state of horticulture efforts across North America. It’s a random topic, but Umemiya is in hyperfixation mode, and there’s no stopping him once he gets started.

You’re sitting with them, trying not to let your mind wander in case there’s a pop-quiz on the subject.

Hiragi looks at you and rolls his eyes with a smile; you manage a barely silent giggle in return.

Twenty minutes pass, and the torture ends; as Umemiya squeezes out of the booth and you stand up to allow him to pass, Hiragi follows suit, placing a hand on your stomach and giving the soft flesh a gentle squeeze almost on instinct.

Your face heats up because surely Umemiya saw that, but if he did, he says nothing as he waves goodbye to you both.

You quickly turn to Hiragi once Ume is out of sight, “Toma! Why’d you do that!?”

His brows furrow in confusion at your sudden outburst, “do what?”

“You grabbed my stomach in front of Ume and it was NOT an innocent grab!”

“There you go, being a pain in my ass again. What are you talking about? Ume knows you’re curvy, everyone knows, and I’ll be damned if I let you police my squeezing of you in public.”

“You are an undeniable pervert that should be on a list with other perverts!”

He shakes his head and pulls out his gas-kun10. For someone that he loves beyond a shadow of a doubt, you still somehow manage to stimulate the wrath of his poor digestive system.

“You owe me for that smart-ass remark, girl. You can sit on my-”

“TOMA!”

[oliverstarksbae]

Picked up pieces

♡ hi, this is my first ever one shot, so this might be bad, but I hope you enjoy 😉

♡ summary: in which they realize they are made to pick each other pieces

Evan buckley was a player but that was before he met (y/n) she very much was the complete opposite "the ray of sunshine type of girl" So why did she fall in love with him beacuse behind the bad boy act was someone who was hurt and needed some one .

Now it was a normal Saturday he was at work she was at home doing some house work at there shared home made some food read a book and catch up on her favorite show

It had now hit 11pm Evans shift does not finish till 2 so she went to the living room and saw the news.

When she click channel 8 she heard "this is a live broadcast of a horrific hotel fire so far many firefighters are having a though time helping." said a red hair woman

(Y/n's) mind spiraled of what she heard but then took a worried breath beacus the first thing the she thought was ok maybe this is a different firehouse in the 118 area beacuse they were busy

She tried and tried to belive that but then she saw the 118 written on the firetruck that's when she panicked and started to pace around the house with her mind full of worry but it was still not his time to get off so she decided to look at her phone every 5 seconds for the time he gets off.

Evan buckley was stressed to say the least first he was trapped where there was a huge fire which he got out of beacuse he thought of who he cause the most for and how if he did not get out how many people would have been devastated

Then he was not able to save someone today which hurt worst then he thought it would.

He went on his phone and called (y/n) by pressing the contact lover girl <3 ❤️

Then the first thing he heard was, "OH MY GOD EVAN ARE YOU OK I WAS SO WORRIED I SAW ON THE NEW-"

"I'm fine" he replied with not so nice but not that serious tone still in shock on what happen

"Ok let me know when you get home E I love you" said (y/n)

" Yeah see you bye" he said not realizing that he did not say I love you back

(Y/n) on the other hand was confused but decided not to think much beacuse maybe he was tired?

*A few minutes later *

A knock sounded on the door she rushed up to it and ran to evan the give him a hug

"Oh my god, evan, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're ok." she pulled him into a hug, but then he started shaking, and it lok like he was going to cry?

"Evan are you ok? Ok-i-I- need you to calm down fallow my breathing ok?" He agreed while shaking and tears slowing coming down his face

"Baby, I need you to tell me why you are crying. Are you hurt-" he gulped and said, "No-no im-not"

"Ok did something happen?" She asked

"Yes-yes-some-thing-did," he said

"Ok, what happened? I need you to tell me when you're ready, ok?"

"I w-as g-etting some-one an-d we put h-Im on the gurny and in the amb-ul-an-ce he cod-ed" he said it while it replaying in his mind what happened

" E oh my God it's ok you did the best you can and you saved many people ok I love you I want you to know that"

"B-ut I didn't save them I ki-lled hi-m"

"Evan buckley do not think that way you did the best you can and your ability to risk your life every day for strangers now I think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed"

He replied with a happy gentle smile

After everyone was done they both hopped

Onto bad a cuddled she being to big spoon

And slowly he fell asleep but before he said.

"I love you so much and thank you for being there for me"

"Of course I am there for you now I'm tried so goodnight"

"Good night"

Before she fell asleep she thought about what she said and she knew he was hurt plot but she really didn't think it was bad enough for this to happen but she realizedThey were made for each to pick up the pieces other people broke

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 1,672

Warnings | +18, bullying, attempted sexual harassment, panic attack

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | I'm back with the second chapter of Happy Ending, I hope you can enjoy it 🥰❤

Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

Toward the end of class, some had already turned in their drawings, others had yet to finish, and Jungkook intimated that they should bring them the next time they saw each other. Y/N shakily got up from her seat, sent down too much saliva as she came within a few steps of the boy, who lifted his face in her direction, giving her a warm smile. "Y/N! Are you done?" The girl nodded, unable to verbalize her thoughts, so she placed the drawing on the desk, bending down a bit, this gave Jungkook a chance to get a better peek at how she was dressed that day, drinking in the sight of her legs and imagining how soft and creamy they might be in his adoring hands. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the most unruly strands back, and Y/N froze, following his movements with her eyes.

"Wow, Y/N...great job, as always," he complimented, proud that his good girl had done such a detailed job of depicting the disembodied cloud with shapeless, skeletal hands-that to her was bullying, something no adult could see, but which managed to trap its victims in a spiral of suffering and muteness. The girl blushed at his words, bowing slightly before reaching her seat. Behind her back she sensed a slight snort that caused her to stiffen. Jungkook had to leave the command to another colleague, stared disgruntled at the girl, but vowed to do something for her, or rather, for both of them. He would not let that terrible pattern continue, Y/N deserved better, in his arms he would be able to give her the happiness and love she lacked, as he could clearly see.

And so the day continued, until it was time to return home.

Y/N hurriedly packed her things, the threat of Yoozu loomed over her, and anxiously walked out of the classroom. She didn't greet anyone, and no one greeted her, she looked fearfully at every corner of the corridors, a hustle and bustle of students and teachers did not allow her to increase her pace, she found herself pushing through the crowd almost in desperation, she wanted anything but to be in the jaws of her classmate. Oh, if only she had known... "So, beggar!" someone brutally grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to him right outside the university, Yoozu stared at her with anger concealed behind a fake smile, "We still haven't discussed the slap you so kindly printed on my face," he growled.

Y/N felt herself dying, she tried to wriggle out of her companion's firm grip, but it proved utterly useless, the boy's icy fingers pressed on her tender skin without restraint. "Let go of me! Let go of me, Yoozu!" she exclaimed in panic, her breathing shorter and her heartbeat faster, but he if possible painfully increased his grip on her wrist, painful bruises would appear shortly. "Not so fast, first you have to pay me back for the shit you made me look like today," he hissed, dragging her toward a more secluded alley, Y/N grabbed the mirror of a car parked nearby in a desperate attempt to save herself, but Yoozu was much stronger than she was, "Be good, I'll only need your mouth, then I'll let you go for today." Those words were the straw, the girl began to scream and call for help, Yoozu immediately plugged her mouth but it was too late. Someone had heard her, and that someone was smoking with rage.

"What the hell is going on here?" The quiet but unusually dangerous voice made the boy pale, and he suddenly let go of his grip on the girl. Y/N fell to the ground with momentum, right at the feet of someone she knew. She lifted her gaze and caught the icy expression on Jungkook's handsome face; she also seemed to catch a glimpse of murderous fury in his irises, but in fact she could not be one hundred percent certain. "I... nothing, I just wanted to apologize to Y/N for today," Yoozu dared to say, but Jungkook did not buy that pathetic excuse. "Is that so? It would seem anything but to me." Jungkook had seen the whole scene, had even managed to hear those vulgar words that had screwed up his self-control. "Professor, it really went like this! But Y/N didn't understand, she thought that-" a sob interrupted his absurd explanations, Jungkook's heart clenched, as did his eyes. "Kang Yoozu, you are expelled." "Wait, what! You can't do that! You are not the principal, and on the basis of what then?!" Yoozu panicked, Jungkook found it disgusting. "I'm not the principal, but I'm on good terms with him, as for the motivation...how does attempted rape sound to you?" he asked wryly, making the boy gasp. No, with such a charge no other university would have accepted him and his parents would have sent him to some godforsaken place in shame. "Professor, can we talk about this? Please, this will ruin my life," he prayed agitatedly, admitting his real intentions that way. "The more I listen to you, the more I want to ruin something else too! Get out of my sight, Kang!" he shouted furiously, Yoozu at first seemed not to understand, then casting a glance at Y/N's kneeling figure he took a step back and began to run.

Jungkook inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself somehow, he couldn't believe what had happened before his own eyes, he turned to the girl and felt only immense pain, she was on her knees on the icy asphalt wet with rain, she kept holding her head in her hands, trying to stifle her sobs. He lowered himself in her direction, god, she was beautiful even with her face overflowing with tears. He brought two fingers under her chin, gently forcing her to lift her face to his, chaining their eyes together. "Hey, Y/N..." he gently blew on her, gathering the tears that ran down her full cheeks with his thumbs, "Are you okay?"

If possible, Y/N exploded into more sobs, throwing herself on her professor. She pushed into his chest seeking comfort, Jungkook was frozen for a moment, he did not expect such a reaction from the girl, his heartstrings tugged filling with warmth, he returned the embrace immediately, holding that tender body to him. "It will never end," she cried into his neck, breathing hard between sobs and bathing the boy's skin with warm salt water, "It will always be like this." Jungkook stroked her hair, imprinting the sweet scent of her on his mind, mentally whispering to her that no, it would not be like this anymore, that he would protect her. "No, Y/N... I'll talk to the principal, they won't hurt you anymore, trust me," he said instead continuing to gently caress her back, having her like this was like a dream just realized, he didn't even know how long he had wanted it, "Can you trust me, Y/N?" He moved her face away from his chest, seeking a clear answer from her, he wanted to be sure she wanted his help. Y/N let a trembling sigh escape, nodding. Jungkook's eyes were so sincere and crystal clear that it was natural for her to trust him, although her body still trembled at the mere thought of what Yoozu wanted to do to her. "Yes, I can," she murmured, Jungkook felt the need to kiss her just then, she was so polite and tender his little girl, who knows if she would have said the same begging him to give her more.

"I'll drive you home, Y/N, I have my car right next door, okay?" the young woman nodded without thinking much about it, her mind still too shocked by recent events to really think. Jungkook helped her up, escorting her to his car as if she had been a little doll in his hands. They both climbed into the vehicle and Jungkook got directions to find their way, cast a glance at the younger woman's legs, his hand itching to touch them, but he forced himself not to go too far for the moment. Rather, he focused on the magnificent smell of his favorite student, but the closer he got to his destination, the more he found himself turning up his nose. He didn't like that neighborhood; it was one of the most dangerous in the fucking city. Every day on the news there were reports of robberies, or worse. He cast a sidelong glance at the girl, wondering how she had survived in that place so far. Knowing her in that bad place upset him in no small part, and when they reached the apartment building Jungkook's gaze grew hard-they could all get to those windows, they were pretty old, too.

"Well, I live here, professor! Thank you for the ride and... for the help," she found herself saying impishly, Jungkook melted into yet another smile that day, the real and sincere ones were all for her, she just didn't know it yet. "Just ask, Y/N...and I'll be here for you," he said earnestly, the girl nodded, unable to respond and opened the door to get out of the car, gave one last wave and then ran inside. Leaving behind the eager gaze of her teacher. She closed the door to her apartment behind her back, a deep warm throbbing did not hint at leaving her anytime soon.

Jungkook's presence was all she could think about, she let herself slide against the surface of the door, in her mind were imprinted images of the man holding the steering wheel firmly in his strong hands, his muscular arms still uncovered and damp with rain, seemed strong enough to carry her without any effort at all, not to mention how he had defended her without too much trouble, quietly defying the economic power of Yoozu's parents, she clutched her legs to her chest, hiding her red face between them. Damn, she was really in love.

[reikissu]

ꔛ reo mikage & chigiri hyoma dating headcanons.

ac : i apologize if its ooc huhu, and i hope you all enjoy this!! also there might be some slight changes since i edit my posts... ehe

ꔛ genre : fluff

ꔛ reader : female

ꔛ warnings : cursing

reo's definitely a very attached boyfriend, someone who gets jealous easily and starts thinking things the wrong way. you'd always comfort him and he'll stop spiraling due to the sound of your gentle voice.

he's a very sweet one though! he'll buy you things you like because he's filthy rich, he would even buy you luxurious bags, accessories and clothes without you asking for it.

his petnames for you are baby, hun and love. he calls you diff nicknames because why not, zzzuh

his specialty is treating you SO WELL. he would not let you get tired or let you do a lot of things, he’ll handle it. every morning, he would brush your hair, making sure he’s got every strand untangled so you look neat and fresh, he would ask what you want for breakfast and ask the chefs to bring it up to his room, he would also prepare the bathtub for you two, man there’s even cup holders for drinks in it.. he would take care of your back pains, headaches, food blahblahblah.. JUST EVERYTHING.

you, him and nagi always hang out together, going to the mall, eating etc. and nagi would whine about how he's a third wheel all the time😭

he's a sucker for kisses, giving and recieving. Every morning whenever you guys wake up, you'd feel his lips, peppering kisses onto your neck sleepily with him pulling you closer.

he loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair or massage it, he feels so relaxed whenever with you. do what you want with his hair, pigtail it, braid it, put clips etc. he doesn't mind as long as you're happy.

he's very protective, he only will step in if the person is being a total asshole or flirt, but he knows that you can handle yourself, he’s not the type to underestimate you.

would help you in school if you're struggling, since he's the top of his class, it's not a hassle you teach you some things. he would hold you on his lap whole teaching you some specific things about the lesson.

"Okay, now, what's the answer to this problem?" "Uh... 0.20 M?" "Mhm, good job baby! You're starting to get better at math, let's continue."

would be very paranoid and worried about your wellbeing, if you even try to walk home at night alone, oh no he won’t let that happen. you’re getting in his limousine as ba-ya drives you home.

he smells like Dior Homme, his personal favorite out of every perfume he has in his collection. and he knows you like it too, so he always wears it so you'll hug and kiss him because he smells good hehehehe

god, chigiri's a gem. Imagine having such a gorgeous boyfriend that's caring and good at soccer? wooh!

he's very gentle with you, his voice, his manners.. just everything in general. He turns into mush at the sight of you.

despite his aggressive manners and intense personality in game, you manage to burn out that fire with just your mere presence. You can make him go soft for you with just a flick of your wrist!

you'd always ask him what products are good for your skin and he answers quickly.

"Hyo-channnnn, what skin products do you recommend?" "Hm? Oh, i recommend Ponds facewash with blah blah blah" you better take note..

his petname for you is love.

sassy as fuck bro, it’s like he’s the female in the relationship sometimes😭 whenever you’d tease him, he’d scoff and roll his pretty pink eyes like a mean girl. like tfffff chill queen

gets flustered and tsundere-like whenever you call him princess, he acts like he hates it but he actually feels all giddy inside when you call him that.

“Stop calling me princess, i’m your boyfriend.” “You’re MY princess though.” “….Okay, but stop! I’m a boy!” “My pretty boy.” “Ugh, i hate you.”

he always styles your hair while looking at you, full of love. Whenever he's done styling it, you look so goddamn cute that he can't help but smile.

he always lays his head on your chest, silently hinting for you to play with his hair until he falls asleep.

he introduces you to Isagi, Bachira or just basically his teammates, so they know you're his. and one day he might be brave enough to introduce you to his mom and sister.

he likes to pinch your cheeks and carress them, sometimes he does it at such random times that it takes you by surprise.

"Hyo-chan... What are you doing?" "Pinching your cheeks, isn't it obvious? You have such soft and plump cheeks... Do you use moisturizers?”

sometimes he shows you some videos of his gameplay, and boy were you amazed. "Wow Hyo-chan! You're so fast and cool!⁾" "Hehe, it's nothing the world's best striker can't handle.”

he loves it whenever you make his hair all nice, the feeling of your fingers running through his red locks makes him feel sleepy. Do what you want, as long as you don't tug on it.

a huge sucker for hugs, he feels as if he's protecting you whenever you're in his arms.

ah, i forgot to mention how possessive he would be. despite that pretty face and voice, he's got quite the temper..

one time, some guy was ogling at you for a while and holy.. who knew such words would come out of a pretty mouth?

"Who the fuck are you? You want me to beat your ass?" "Holy shit, Hyo-chan. I never knew a pretty face like you had such a sharp tongue." "Oh shut up..."

he smells like Bleu de Chanel, you CANNOT argue with me on that fact. his sister bought him one for his birthday so he smells more manly-like LMAOOO

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[ekingston]

Apart from show canon, at which point did u think it was too late for lena's immediate forgiveness to kara's identity reveal

oh boy. anon, here is where i come clean about my shoddy recollection of canon’s chronology. i’ve done so many fragmented rewatches and skipping back and forth—there’s a reason i rarely dabble with canon-adjacent stuff! and that even when i do, i create worlds where Lena figures it out herself! 

second road bump to answering this question is that i have a LOT of feelings about how things played out on the show, and most of them are incongruent with the tone of sgcw. i understand their narrative reasons for keeping the secret from Lena for so long! but the execution is so, so terrible! ignoring large swathes of canon and replacing them with my own is the only way i’m able to enjoy at least the last tiny handful of seasons!

here is where i spend an hour procrastinating from my WIPs, while not successfully answering your question at all:

to be perfectly clear: i adore most parts of canon Kara. and i think i may be hard on her in ways i wouldn't be if i didn’t relate to her so much. i think her backstory is extremely compelling and i admire her ability to hold on to her kindness and hope and joy even after losing everything that was important to her, even when she’s tired and lonely and mad. 

BUT. a healthy Lena—one who we were made to believe was finally freeing herself from Lex and Lillian, rising above the coping mechanisms she’d developed as an unwanted and emotionally neglected child? i don’t think that Lena would (should?) have forgiven canon Kara at all.

after the rift, canon Kara flitted between telling Lena she’d lied to her ‘to protect you’ to ‘one person who sees me only as Kara’ to ‘your last name’ to ‘didn’t want to lose you’ until she literally told Lena she was on her own, and she’d treat her like any other villain until Lena repented, even rejecting her apology at first, as if Kara’s own decisions had played no part in Lena’s downward spiral at all.

the Kara Lena would have forgiven is the much more cohesive and coherent Kara brought to us by our talented fix-it writers: a Kara who is willing to let herself be vulnerable and to second-guess her motivations, one who is able to put together a proper apology and actually listen to Lena's own. 

but, okay, lets table all of that. this is me trying really, really hard to entertain canon:

Kara and Lena’s friendship became painfully lopsided by season 3. i think that was, if i recall correctly, when the super-friends decided to trust Lena enough to regularly ask her for assistance—but not enough to let her be part of their in-group; it’s where they left Lena in the dark about the fact that her best friend had come close to plunging to her death right in front of Lena's eyes, and was actively still fighting for her life; where they tricked Lena into having an extremely personal conversation with J’onn, while he was wearing Kara’s features, only to make belly-laughing fun of her about it later. 

and even then, honestly, it might already have been too late. what about the aftermath of Jack’s death? was that season 2? Jack was Lena’s ex-everything, someone who genuinely loved her, who saw her through the fallout of Lex’s arrest. he was one of her last remaining friends, and Lena pressed the button to let him die in order to save Supergirl’s life. how would Lena knowing that Kara went through that with her, knowing Lena had chosen to save the life of her favorite person in addition to National City’s hero, have changed the way she felt about that horrible situation? that’s where that extremely wonderful heart-to-heart on the L-Corp couch happened, right? Kara swore she’d always be Lena’s friend—while keeping silent about the fact that she was there when Jack drew his last breath, that she had witnessed their final moments.

so—i really can’t tell you anon, i’m so sorry. the 100th episode already fabricated reasons why Kara couldn’t possibly come clean to Lena back when she made the conscious decision to be her friend (and not in a ‘keep your enemies close’ kind of way!), and i’m beginning to think that was the only moment Kara could have told Lena that would have kept her conscience completely clear. Kara should have made it part of her decision—either she was going to be Lena’s friend and give her the same trust Lena was giving her, or she would keep things professional, and keep her identity a secret from her. 

Kara tried to do both, and if i really think about it, i don’t believe that was ever fair.

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hello! it's me again 😅 I showed the Luke headcannons you made to my sister,she really liked it and wants SOO bad you to make one of Lynn jr (boy) X Y/N, can you do it? thank you again 😁

Man I sure will

Note: I definitely started spiraling towards the end lol

Lynn would never admit his crush on you, his younger sister's best friend. It was stupid, unthinkable, idiotic. He'd soon rather quit sports than admit to himself that he has a childish crush. Even then though, he couldn't help when his eyes wandered.

If he knew you were in the room, he would unconsciously look for you. When he finally spotted you, he would stare until someone pointed it out, and then he'd quickly look away. He couldn't help a gooey feeling that would rise in his chest when he'd see you with another guy.

But, it didn't make sense, because you weren't together. You didn't owe him anything, but he felt strange. He wanted to talk about it, but he didn't want to talk about you specifically. More like talk about you as a nonorganic object.

Luckily for Lynn, Lars couldn't enjoy his show with Lynn groaning and moaning about something.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lars wasn't really asking. In fact, he was hoping Lynn would take it upstairs to his room. Though, today was not his lucky day.

"No," Lynn begins, but he looks back at his younger brother. "Well, actually..."

"I can sense you want to talk about it... Unless you-"

"There's this person- You don't know them though!"

Lars rolls his eyes as Lynn continues his rant.

"I don't know. I'm always looking for them, even when they're not there."

"Oh?"

"Whenever they talk to someone, I get this icky feeling in my stomach that I wish I could push deep down inside. But the feeling just gets bigger and bigger."

"I don't know who this is?" Lars already knew the answer, but he was going to pretend that he didn't. At least for Lynn's sake.

"I mean... You might know them, but that doesn't matter..." Lynn groans, leaning on the couch, "I don't know... What is this feeling?"

"Do you mean the jealously or the crush?"

"I do not have a crush on Y/n," Lynn quickly covered his mouth as Lars looked at him wide-eyed.

Lars thought he meant Claire, not Y/n.

"You can't tell anyone I said that." Lynn pointed at Lars, who started laughing. "What's funny?"

"I didn't know you meant Y/n. I thought you meant Claire!"

"Claire? I mean, I like Claire, but I don't like like Claire."

"So, you like like Y/n?"

"No- I mean, maybe? I don't know."

"Does Linka know."

"Oh god no." Lynn quickly shakes his head, "I could never do that. Please you can't tell anyone."

"What's in it for me?"

"You blackmailing rat."

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It went on for a couple weeks were if Lars wanted something from Lynn, he would use the 'I know your crush' card. Lars had no malicious intent and was never going to actually tell anyone about Lynn's crush. He was bluffing, but Lynn didn't know that. It was more to push Lynn in 'the right direction'.

It finally happened at one of Lynn's games. They had just won and they were celebrating when it happened. Like usual, all Lynn's teammates were hanging out with their significant others and Lynn was left alone.

"Stupid partners. God, this is so dumb." Lynn leaned onto his hand, before groaning. If he hadn't been so stuck in his world, he would of noticed you behind him.

"Out here all alone?"

He froze and quickly looked back at you, before awkwardly smiling, "Y/n."

"Hey Lynn," You go over to him and sit down. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

"Oh, I just needed some fresh air."

You chuckle, "Don't we all."

Lynn tensed up, looking anywhere but you and you picked up on that.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to leave you alone? I know you like your victories-" You stand up and go towards

Lynn's eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist, "No," He let go, after realizing what he had done, "I mean... You can stay, I don't mind."

You go back to sit down, a little taken aback, "I was worried you didn't like me there for a second." You joke.

He straightened his back, "Of course I like you."

"You know, that's good, cause I like you, too."

Lynn froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond to that. His whole body froze, before he looked back at you, "You like me?"

"Of course, I do, Lynn. Who wouldn't like you?"

"What do you mean like?" Lynn clenched his fist and he was sure his face was red.

"Well, do you think I mean?"

"I hoping you mean more than a friend." Lynn didn't know what came over him or why he had suddenly gained such courage, but he leaned in close when he said it.

You blushed and tilted your head, "Maybe I do."

He leaned in closer, your lips inches from each other, "Well, maybe I like you too."

You were so close, but then the door slammed open, causing you both to flinch. It was one of Lynn's teammates.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?"

Lynn glares at him teammate, "What do you think Jack?"

The male scrunched up seeing his captain's glare, "Gosh, I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't even know you had a girlfriend."

Lynn groaned turning back to you, "I'm sorry. I should probably go."

"Yeah, I should probably go too."

"I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, I hope so."

Lynn followed his teammate back in before fist bumping himself. He patted his teammate on the back, "Man, you just ruin possibly the best moment of my life, but at least I now hate a girlfriend." He laughs, "Now I'm not the lone guy."

"Did you even ask her out."

Lynn freezes before turning to his teammate, his eyes widened, "Do you think she's still-" He stops, before pushing past his teammate and heading back outside, calling your name.

[kunekojo]

Would they fall in love at first sight or would it be slow burn and why and how do they confess if the reader is oblivious for szayel, mayuri and adult uryu ? Fluff plz

Also thx for the follow 🥺

You’re welcome!!! I need to make more bleach moots 🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for being my first request btw, this means a whole lot to me! I hope you enjoy this!!!

Love at first sight/slow burn with Szayel, Mayuri and Uryu(adult)

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Mayuri Kurotsuchi

With him, it’s pure slow burn.

At first, he’ll treat you just like he treats everyone else, but right when you indicate the tiniest bit of curiosity in his projects, he’ll be overjoyed.

His experiments are his pride and it’s pretty rare for any of the soul reapers to show the slightest bit of interest in them. Yet when you do, he’ll take you and show you absolutely everything while stating the smallest details, convinced you won’t last for too long. His intellect isn’t for everyone and it’s not his problem.

But the problem is, you don’t leave. A little unexpected but he’s sure you’ll leave, eventually.

But again, you don’t. You find everything about his experiments so fascinating that you just hang around because you genuinely enjoy it. You find him impressive enough that you can’t quit witnessing his psyche.

You’re not a scientist yourself but learning about these things takes a hold of you so much that you find yourself together in his lab with him oftentimes.

And believe me, you end up spending a looot of time with him. So much that everyone is kind of worried but that's not an issue.

The more time you spend with him, the more you begin developing ideas and you're not ashamed to spill your mind. Of course, he might be a bit cruel while correcting you but hey, this is his style, right? You can't be right about everything, but he's kind of encouraging you in a weird way to keep at it.

Still, he finds it a little fascinating how you hang around him, indulging yourself in his domain. After all, his mind is so vast, how can people not do that?

Little by little, you take after him and it impresses him greatly, so much that he's kind of developing a little something something for you but he can't exactly grasp what, hell he just thinks you've specialized yourself. Maybe it’s just mutual respect with how much you've evolved but oh boy, it's so much greater than that.

First, You'll notice he's actually letting you take part in his research as he does his lil mad scientist thing but hey, perhaps this means you’re finally able to attend to these, so good job.

Second, he'll tend to care about your well-being in battles. Thing he normally doesn't mind. As a soul reaper, you must give your all, even if it means your life, but he makes a little exception with you.

He can't explain to himself why and will try to find logical reasons for this odd behavior he's undergoing. But the more time you spend with him, it intensifies, sending him to spiral over this nonsense.

Then at some point, he needs someone as a test subject and while you offer yourself, he denies it, giving a rather weird explanation that rather makes sense but doesn't. You don't pay much attention to it because duh, you understand he knows better, you won't just question his decision despite not entirely agreeing to it, but the problem is he questions it himself

For some time the odd change he's sensing goes away, but everything shifts when you bring something for him on his birthday and he doesn't reject it. He might in fact look at it frequently. Why would he even accept something like this? Something, this insignificant. It's so frustrating, but he's got to search for an answer on his own.

This thing eats at him so much that he goes all the way to make throughout tests on himself and see wherever there's an after-effect to his experiments but it's not. The chemicals in his brain incline towards the possibility of behavior so much greater than plain respect, a little investment in you.

Simply put, he likes you a little but will run a few more tests to make sure, and they all come positive, again. He can't deny his own results at this point, but he has to accept whatever this is and work with it

Some more time later after (after days of analyzing), there's improvement on his side (he's accepted)

But you fall victim to a virus during battle and he does his utmost to generate an antidote for you and it drives him crazy when he almost loses which is unacceptable. It's the sudden fear of loss that astonished him, he's never felt that before but it’s a huge game changer between you two

This event makes him consider experimenting on you just so there wouldn't be any more chances of you dying on him

Afterward, once you're refreshed and up, you decide to thank him for saving your life and he makes an odd comment, something along the line “you better stay by my side for the rest of your time.” which you can't get at first but with time, it makes sense

Uryu Ishida (adult)

Uryu’s on the spectrum of love at first sight instead but with a tiny bit of slow burn

He generally protects and saves other women but when he meets you as you're proving you’re able to do that on your own. he acknowledges it. He can’t lie to himself and not agree he’s a little intrigued by it, but will still tend to overprotect you out of instinct

Your whole personality snatches his attention and he can't help but think about you a little, especially with how nice you are so expect him to not take his eyes off you when you seem to be in troubke

You find his carefulness precious but will constantly remind him it's not like you're helpless, but you do appreciate his care and it's what draws you to spend time with him

Despite his quietness, he's really enjoyable to hang around and you both do find a few things to talk about and they do expand quicker than he anticipated

There's just something about your being that draws him to you so much that he can't really imagine not having you around but he rejects the idea of this possibility

Then you praise him for something he did for you and it's done

Face flushed, he won't be able to take you off his mind and the first rational explanation to this oddness is that... He might have a crush on you?? If this is how crushes work.

He denies it but does take it into consideration. Everyone goes through this kind of feeling but isn't it a little different??

He has to go to Orihime and inquire about this, behavior just to confirm his hypothesis and it does

He doesn't know how to handle the news and it's somehow harder to be around you with these newfound feelings but you somehow manage to soothe him which is incredible

But he won’t just plainly state his feelings, especially that he’s not aware if you share them too. It wouldn’t even be proper to address this issue of his since you don’t seem to have some feelings as well

But god it eats at him so much that you start noticing it a little and he panics momentarily while trying to act cool about it

Still, it worries you so much that you’re sure he’s going through a bad period and you must be there for him, to listen to him, completely oblivious that this is only happening when you’re around

Maybe he trusts you enough to show his true colors in front of you!

The more time passes, the more he can't hold it inside anymore, and out of the blue, he requests you two have a talk about an important matter

You're worried sick about it and accept his invitation but when he can hardly find his words, you stare at him confused, urging him to tell you what's troubling so you could help him

“What?? No, nothing’s going on in my family, it's just that-” “just what? Please Uryu, tell me, don't bottle up your emotions. I'm here to listen. There's no shame in having family problems” “No it's not that.” “Are you sure?”

Your hand placed on his shoulders is what pushes him to the last straw

“There’s nothing wrong about my family.” “Then about who?” “You. I like you”

His words stun you but he's quick to explain his love feelings, confessing he had kind of fallen for you from the start

Szayel

Another pure slow burn similar in some ways to Mayuri

It all begins when you’re placed to work under him by Aizen himself. When you two first meet, he's not phased by your presence but takes it as it is, especially since Aizen pointed out that the choice of putting you alongside him isn't baseless

He's rather curious why though, a little convinced there might be a faulty reason to it but for that confirmation, he must put you through all sorts of trials

Yet when you pass these little mind tricks, he doesn't deny it. So you're worthy enough to witness his absolute genius

You catch up with his ideas pretty quickly which is intriguing. Your drive to help him achieve whatever’s on his mind is of great benefit to him and he does take advantage of it

Truthfully, as long as you're useful you're good to hold around.

You two spend quite a lot of time together and you get to see parts of him Aizen has never told you about, so your intrigue makes you show more of you as well

He might not make it seem like he cares but he does keep in mind everything, just chooses not to give further thought to it for now

All that time also comes with different experiments which start mild and are easy to handle but the more he increases them, you start showing signs of difficulties but your urge to keep them going amazes him

So you're not perfect after all, then he should make you perfect. He deemed you worthy in the beginning, so he must keep you that way to the end. You don't even protest and he welcomes your reply

There's something odd about the way you let him do anything for the sake of research. It's not like you do it as a mindless puppet, but as someone who understands his means to some extent

It draws him closer to you but again, he does not give much thought to it

Then at some point, one of his experiments goes bad and puts you in a sort of critical condition and he does everything to undo it

Why would he even do that? It's simple, he needs you and your psyche, he can't afford to lose such a significant piece, one who listens to every command

Also maybe he's grown attached to you and the realization itches deep inside his mind until it's knocking at the door

He enjoys the way you go to the extent of putting yourself in danger but it's not like he’ll allow that to happen. He needs you healthy and well, and not only for his experiments

Your input is always spot on so he praises you when you come up with ideas to boost his brainstorming and that means a lot to him

You're in fact an important piece in his eyes and he'll do everything to ensure your growth and your safety

You also begin showing him equal signs of attachment and care for him, which he can hardly digest because of the suddenness

But he can't deny his growing feelings of comfort and deep trust around you, practically giving a hint of a feeling much more evolved than previously

It's when you manage to do an experiment of yours without his help that he places the palm of his hand on your head, as his soft-spoken words seize your focus

“I love the way you've evolved, and I wish to see your astounding skills bloom so much further.”

[britany1997]

Okay okay so….what if Paul found hiiiis girl and maybe fishy was jealous now…..that would be funny

Paul and Fishy: No Other Fish In The Sea

JUST KIDDING I FINISHED IT TONIGHT

Happy to write this for you❤️ Hope you enjoy the next chapter in the Paul and Fishy saga:)

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Fishy swam around his bowl in silence. He looked at the clock Paul had bought for him and set up across from his bowl.

A pang of worry struck Fishy as the clock flashed 2am.

He and Paul spent every night together. Some nights they’d talk for hours, about anything and everything, some nights they’d sit in silence while their favorite records played, some nights they visited the boardwalk, and once they even reenacted jaws together.

But regardless of what they we’re doing, they were always doing it together. Sure sometimes Paul was late coming back from feeding, or sometimes he’d spend time alone with his boyfriends. But usually by the time Midnight rolled around, Paul was sitting on his bed with Fishy’s bowl in his lap. He’d never been this late.

Fishy felt engulfed with fear by the thought that his friend might be in trouble.

His desperate state was relieved as Paul stumbled through the opening of his alcove into his room.

He flopped onto his bed dramatically, “Fishy, I think I’m in love,” Paul breathed dreamily.

Fishy fought the urge to roll his eyes, he’d heard that exact same statement fall from Paul’s lips time and time again.

Whoever he was obsessed with on Monday didn’t ever make it till Friday. Fishy couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he was brushed off for some late night snack.

“And i know you’re gonna say ‘oh I’ve heard that before,’ but listen Fishy, this is real. This girl? She’s my mate Fishy!” Paul explained.

Fishy’s eyes widened, Paul loved a good time, but he’d never had a serious relationship besides the boys.

But another mate? That was serious.

Fishy let out three bubbles in excitement for Paul, but the same tinge of fear still ran through him.

When Paul gave his heart to someone he gave his whole heart. Fishy couldn’t let this new girl hurt Paul, he may be small but Fishy was part piranha on his mom’s side.

Paul sighed and looked off dreamily, “I can’t wait for you to meet her bud, she’s…” he paused, shaking his head and smiling, “she’s amazing.”

Paul rambled on about his new mate until the sun rose. Usually Fishy was content to listen to him share every little detail of his night. But tonight felt…different. Paul’s attention was clearly somewhere else.

As Paul moved to hang from the ceiling and Fishy’s movements stilled as he drifted to sleep, he couldn’t rid himself of the gnawing feeling that things we’re going to change between the two of them. Fishy pushed the thought from his head before falling asleep.

Nights passed by and Fishy saw Paul less and less. He found himself watching the minutes on the clock tick away, hoping, praying Paul would come back to him.

Paul had begun to return to the cave later and later. Once, he’d even flown into his room just as the sun was rising, batting flames from his jacket.

After the tenth night, Fishy wasn’t nervous anymore. He was pissed. Paul had totally forgotten about him! Fishy was sure of it. And for what? Some girl? Sure she was his mate but so were the boys! Paul had always made time for Fishy before, what was the issue now???

Fishy could feel his heart about to burst into a million pieces. Did he even have a place with Paul anymore? Would Paul miss him if he left? Would he even notice? Fishy wasn’t sure.

As Fishy was spiraling into a pit of self-doubt, Dwayne walked into Paul’s alcove. Fishy’s eyes widened at the sight of the tall brunette vampire.

Dwayne’s head whipped around, “Paul?” He called.

When he was met with no response he huffed and began to grab Paul’s clothes from the floor of his room.

Mid-grab he felt Fishy’s gaze on him.

Dwayne cringed, “look if he’s not going to wash his clothes someone should.”

Fishy blinked.

Dwayne chuckled, “sorry Fishy, I don’t speak goldfish like Paul does, maybe there are some books you could recommend?” He joked.

Fishy was unamused.

Dwayne hummed, “he’s kinda been gone a lot lately huh?”

Fishy let out three bubbles.

Dwayne shrugged, “yeah he’s been spending his time with his new mate, kinda got on our nerves, we felt like we never saw him.”

Fishy blinked rapidly. Yes! Finally! Someone who understood!

Dwayne ran his hand through his hair, “I mentioned it to him a couple days back and he’s been a bit better, hanging around with us at the boardwalk more, even introduced us to the girl, she seems nice,” Dwayne rambled.

“He’s a sweet guy you know? Not the most observant though,” Dwayne laughed to himself, “but he cares about the people he loves, once he knew what was bothering us, he fixed it.”

Dwayne smiled to himself, “and how could I stay mad at that pretty face.”

Fishy stared at Dwayne in shock. That was all he had to do? Talk to Paul? Fishy was kicking himself wondering why he didn’t think of that.

Dwayne turned to the goldfish, “this was kinda cathartic,” he realized, “thanks for listening Fishy, I can see why Paul likes talking to you.” Dwayne said as he left with Paul’s dirty laundry.

‘No,’ Fishy thought, ‘thank you.’

Paul blew into his room as the clock flashed 5:37am “hey bud!” Paul exclaimed, popping the cap on the bottle of fish flakes and pouring them into Fishy’s bowl.

Fishy didn’t bat an eye as the flakes fell to the floor of his bowl, he was on a mission.

“What’s wrong bud?” Paul asked, noticing Fishy’s serious expression.

Fishy let out two bubbles and shook his fin.

“You wanna talk?” Paul sat facing Fishy’s bowl, “yeah bud of course we can talk, what’s up?”

Fishy blinked three times.

“You miss me?” Paul shook his head in disbelief, “what do you mean? I’m right here!”

Fishy stared at Paul blankly.

Paul sighed, “no you’re right, I know what you mean, the guys have been saying the same thing.”

Fishy blinked.

Paul nodded, “yeah, I’ve been so caught up with her, I’ve been completely neglecting you, I’m a bad friend.” He said matter-of-factly.

Fishy let out two bubbles.

Paul’s lips pulled into a half smile, “thanks bud, but I’ve been acting like a bad friend lately, and that’s not ok.”

He sighed, “I love my mate, I love all my mates, but I hope you know that no one could ever replace you,” Paul said earnestly.

Fishy’s heart leapt.

“You’re my best friend, I can’t talk to anyone like I talk to you. No one understands me like you do.” Paul shot Fishy a wide smile, “you’re the only fish for me Fishy, I love you bud.”

Fishy blinked back a heartfelt reply. Prompting Paul to reach forward and hug Fishy’s bowl.

“You wanna meet her bud?” Paul asked.

Fishy blinked enthusiastically.

“It’d make me happy too,” Paul assured him, “she deserves to meet all the important people…or um…friends in my life.”

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Disaster

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: sitting alone on Halloween night you find yourself longing for your best friend Eddie (based on the song Disaster by Conan Gray)

Warning: mentions of drinking

Tonight had to be one of the most boring nights of your life. It was Halloween and you would think that would lead to some excitement but you would be wrong. You were left sat on your couch watching horror movies alone. Why are you alone you might ask? Well your friend Eddie bailed on you.

You weren’t even mad. I mean he got invited to some big Halloween party and anyone would agree that sounds a hell of a lot more exciting than a night in on your couch. So here you were in your costume eating a bowl of popcorn for two alone.

You couldn’t help but be a little sad though. He may not be your best friend (Who was also at that party) but he definitely was someone you enjoyed being around. You thought he simply lit up a room and everything he said had you on the edge of your seat. Yeah okay so maybe he had you acting like a preteen talking to a boy for the first time but you let it slide. 

You were so stuck in your thoughts about Eddie that you didn’t even notice you had walked over to your phone and dialed his number.

“Hello?” You hear his voice ring through your ears and it pulls you back to reality.

“Oh- hi um why are you home already?” You wonder aloud not expecting him to get home till well into the morning.

“Hopper shut it down. Why did you call if you didn’t think I’d be home?” You heard him laugh lightly at your own stupidity though of course he would never call it that.

“Um- I don’t even know if I’m being honest.” when those words left your mouth he let out a real laugh. 

“Well there must have been some reason?” He prods lightly.

“Mmm not one I can think of- hey sorry for wasting your time” You are trying your best to get out of this phone call as soon as you possibly can. If you end it fast there is a higher chance he will forget about it right? Or at least pretend he did for your sake.

“Hey it’s no big deal I’ll call you later alright?”

Your response slips out clearly missing your filter because you respond with “Alright I love you, bye” and as soon as the words leave your mouth your blood runs cold. Did you just say you loved him? Are you serious?? 

This was an absolute mess that you just created and now he definitely wasn’t going to forget this phone call. You just massively screwed yourself I mean what are the odds Eddie will ever talk to you again after this? God why do you have to be such a disaster?

Before you could spiral any farther Eddie piped in. “Hey wait, what was that?”

Lie. Yeah that's it, lie your way out. “Ha- yeah sorry I’m uh-” you look around for a possible lie and that's when you see your mom’s bottle of wine. Bingo. “I’m a bit drunk.”

“Oh bullshit you don’t drink'' He laughs.

He laughed. Okay okay there might be a way to survive.

“You remember that? Why??”

“Because I don’t drink in front of you. Don’t think it's fair for you to babysit” You smile at his words surprised how considerate they are. He however follows it up with words you didn’t want to hear. “That’s not the point though, stop trying to change the subject.”

“Eddie” You whine out his name in hopes that he takes pity on you and leaves you alone.

“What?” He whines back in the same tone. Well your plan didn’t work did it?

“Look I’m sorry it just slipped out” You let out a sigh seeing no out. He had you cornered (metaphorically).

“Did you mean it?” His question was followed by a long silence. You didn’t want to lie and tell him you didn’t love him but you equally didn’t want to ruin any chance at a friendship you ever had with him.

“Yes” you finally spoke. The truth. You chose the truth.

“Good” you could practically hear his smile “Love you too, I’ll talk to you later.” As soon as the words left his mouth there was a faint click and the phone line went dead.

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 5.06 - “Dead Ringer” review

Oh boy, the Miggy feels this episode gave me. 

Actually not just them, it just gave me feels all around. Rick being adorably awkward and wanting hope and TC and Kumu being them and the case being so sweet and Gordon and his son being goals. Even Higgy and Thomas showing up to ask for a favor and wish him good luck with his thing was so cute and on point. 

So yeah, new favorite episode?

Starting to feel like I say that every week but this one really *Chef’s kiss*

So we got Magnum and Higgins being Magnum and Higgins and disagreeing about how to go about the mystery case. They haven’t really done a lot of real disagreeing since being a couple and I think showing it and how they can still be them and together was really nice. And part of why I think Higgy can so confidently say it is “definitively working”. Because it is.

I did enjoy this bit though, where Magnum is just being sooo annoyingly smooth and Magnum...

But yeah, Magnum and Higgins working a case and being awesome PIs is def. just my favorite thing ever. Especially now with them just being a little extra adorable with their looks (okay, okay, they were always adorable with the looks!)

We also got this one! 

Isn’t it kind of funny that the long awaited kiss-lift moment really (while cute) was the one I cared the least about? Funny world.

Case of the week was really good. I liked that they found their “client” (even if I though getting DNA testing took like a bit of time even for the cops, but maybe I’m just not up to date on crime lab time frames.) and got the story using both their skills and method. I suspected the ‘dead’ girl would be alive as soon as we got the story from her dad, even if makes the whole “they’ll never find her body” kind of weird. Like maybe, I guess, because she’s not dead, no body to find, but still kind of weird.

Gordon being nervous and saying his peace and his kid being there and just all around them being an adorable father/son duo makes me happy. 

I wasn’t sure Gordon actually would get his badge back, I thought he’d be denied and like go into a dark depressed spiral of doom. Question now is - what does that mean for Childs? Maybe he stays until mid-season finale? I guess time will tell.

Rick and the Ohana at La Mariana being a hoot and then finally Rick and TC asking Magnum and him being all “Yup, that’s my girl and I’m all about happiness and joy now” was nice. 

Call back to last season with the Nuzo moment right? With the framing?

Final scene will forever be in my heart. Like doubtful I could have written a more fluff Miggy scene myself if I tried.

Yeah... peak Miggy right there! 

No Greene case stuff at all, but that’s fine (we’re worried enough about our TC as it is.) This episode was better off just focusing on the main plot of Magnum and Higgy (and Childs) investigating + Rick being all “they’re doing it” and Gordy’s hearing as side plots.

(Side note;I can’t wait to watch it the  whole episode in HD, because there was a distinct 2010 quality to the ones I’ve found so far!)

Next weeks promo looks... confusing. But from the summary “Magnum and Higgins investigate the robbery of an elderly man suffering from Alzheimer's. The ohana tries to help TC overcome a past trauma.” It seems we might get both a bit of Higgy backstory (if someone remembers her mom backstory) and TC and backstory is always fantastic. Plus more Miggy team up, that’s what we love to see!

I’m also excited for 5.08 which according to the summary will see Higgy undercover at a mental hospital. That is simply a to die for concept and I can’t wait to see it!

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 64 ARYA X (pages 800-816)

Arya discovers there's about to be yet another change in Harrenhal management, and decides to get herself and her boys out of dodge.

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The cook was spared (some said because he made the weasel soup), but stocks where hammered together for pretty Pia and the other women who'd shared their favors with Lannister soldiers, Stripped and shaved, they were left in the middle ward beside the bear pit, free for the use of any man who wanted them.

I've changed my mind on violence. All these men deserve death. This isn't justice, it's an excuse to rape women and call their hands clean.

If it were about justice, the women would have been killed clean like the men.

... and now there's another person threatening to object-rape Arya. GRRM, turn on your location. I just want to talk.

Arya punched his arm. "It was just hot broth. You hated Ser Amory too." "I hate this lot worse. Ser Amory was fighting for his lord, but the Mummeers are sellswords and turncloaks. Half of them can't even speak the Common Tongue. Septon Utt likes little boys, Qyburn does black magic, and your friend Biter eats people." The worst thing was, she couldn't even say he was wrong.

Utt's perversion is not better. He needs to die.

wait. Qyburn? the hell are you doing here? other than foul magicks.

I legit hate that Roose's command is worse than Tywin's. I mean, it's not surprising, I might strongly dislike Lannisters, and Tywin, but he was just ornery, Roose is a grade-A whack-job. I wish that this wasn't a lesson Arya had to learn like this, that sometimes a person you personally hate is the better man.

(Mind you, when it comes to "who's a better man" comparing Roose and Tywin is like comparing a dry poop and a wet one. Not exactly good examples.)

She still had the stupid coin he'd given her, a piece of iron no larger than a penny -

Hang on. Penny? Do they have pennies in Westeros? brb googling. Dragon, Moon, Stag, Star, Groat, Halfgroat, Penny, Halfpenny. So yep, apparently they do. ... sorry, almost tripped down a research spiral re: the word origin and etymology of 'penny.' I need to not think about it. Actually, for my sanity, unless someone can provide me with a Watsonian explanation, I'm just going to pretend there's some connection with the coins of Pentos, and that the word is slang.

"The castle is so large that it needs an army to hold it, and once surrounded we cannot feed and army. Nor can we hope to lay in sufficient supplies. The country is ash, the villages given over to wolves, the harvest burnt or stolen. Autumn is on us, yet there is no food in store and none being planted. We live on forage, and if the Lannisters deny the to us, we will be down to rats and shoe leather in a moon's turn."

I'll bet the smallfolk aren't fairing any better. Not that this lot would care about them.

...yes, good, continue to talk in front of Arya, let her know all your secre- oh shit, I forgot she didn't know about fake Bran and Rickon yet.

If Winterfell is truly gone, is this my home now? Am I still Arya, or only Nan the serving girl, for forever and forever and forever?

:( Poor Arya, she's not just facing the loss of her family, but her identity. Up til now, she's been changing identities like a weather appropriate jacket, but she's always had that chance, the goal, of going back to Arya of Winterfell, now even that might be gone with her brothers and her home.

She chewed on her lip, hoping. If I had wings I could fly back to Winterfell and see for myself.

I feel like I should add "If I had wings" or general wishing for wings to my drinking game, I swear I've seen it several times by various Stark siblings.

He hates me too, or else he's scared of me,

Arya is not enjoying the consequences of her actions. She might be enjoying them more if the 'victors' weren't complete garbage, to be fair.

Roose: I am a fair man who will forgive small slights

*looks at the shit his men are allowed to get away with. looks at the rumours surrounding House Bolton. looks at the shit he personally does.* Are you though? Do you though?

Press F to doubt.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffff

"Tell me what to do, you gods," she prayed. For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya's skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father's voice. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives," he said. "But there is no pack," she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone north to the Wall. "I'm not even me now, I'm Nan."

The pack survives = 🥛 (was it on the list? well it is now, because I love this line.)

also, it's interesting in a "is it a coincidence GRRM?" kind of way, that the four she lists are the four who survive the up coming turning of the tables.

But also this chapter is going hard with Arya and her shaken sense of self and identity, not just who she is as Arya, but also a little with the "who are the good guys really?" (Spoiler, there aren't any in war, just people who will be less awful if they're in charge, and people who will be less awful to people they see as people if they're in charge. *le shock* oh wow, it's almost like ASOIAF is secretly anti-war! who could have foreseen this? not D&D that's for sure! sorry, I'm putting the meanness away now.)

For a moment, she did not think he understood, but then he slid out from under the blankets. Naked, he padded across the room, shrugged into a loose roughspun tunic and climbed down from the loft after her.

roughspun = 🥛 Gendry sleeps in the buff: confirmed 😳

... pft, Arya getting the horses like, the only thing missing from this ruse is a clipboard of +20 "I'm totally supposed to be here doing this"

the 'con' in 'conartist' is short for 'confidence'~

His throat, it must be his throat, but he's too tall, I'll never reach it. ... "Silver you say?" He did not believe her, but he wanted to; silver was silver after all. "Give it over then." Her fingers dug down beneath her tunic and came out clutching the coin Jaqen had given her. In the dark the iron could pass for tarnished silver. She held it out... and let it slip through her fingers. Cursing her softly, the man went to a knee to grope for the coin in the dirt, and there was his neck right in front of her. ... "Valar morghulis," she whispered as he died.

YES!

good girl! clever! ... *smacks D&D with the steel chair for the hell of it* actually, hang on...

D&D suck at their job = 🥛

I've been skipping drinks.

No but, let's just talk about this for a second. Arya understood she was in danger, that her time of relative safety was over, and put together a plan to get not just her, but her two companions out, despite the fact they were the reason she was stuck there in the first place. She thought about exit strategy, transport, and supplies, (plus extra layers of clothing,) and then this fabulous piece of improve? Delightful! It really showcases her adaptability and ability to think under pressure.

In the show this escape was mastered by Jaqen start to finish, but D&D absolutely wanted to push and Arya "not like other girls/action girl" Stark narrative, so why the hell would they cut this? why give it to Jaqen? Like I get that they changed the script and voided the Harrenhal take over but why remove Arya's contributions to the escape so completely? Why not at least "here' what I want to happen, make it happen and I'll unname you"????

Also, also: her first time using Valar morghulis as a murder punchline or whatever it is you call the quippy remarks or ominous quotes that are said to your murder victim.

[awynter]

"I consider myself a realist most of the time, but I have optimistic tendencies." She smiled, seemingly proud of her affinity towards hope. Seeing the world through her rose-colored glasses was the easiest way, she'd found, to survive. That wasn't to say she never took them off, though. Anne lived most of her life through clear eyes, if only a bit clouded by past experiences. But, for the most part, she tried to find the good in every situation. Being around kids helped in this endeavor, her girls still managing to maintain their childish wonder for the world.

No two lives are alike. The words, though gentle and well-intended, make her smile falter. She knew she was safe here. London was a far cry from the streets of Northumberland, where her past life had ended. The only reason one might have to coming to London at this time of year was to participate in the social season, but George wouldn't need to do such a thing, if he'd been truthful about his engagement. And her was unlikely to travel such a distance now that he had inherited the title of baron from his father.

But that didn't quell the fear entirely. George was cruel and stubborn and, though a surprise encounter was unlikely to happen, Anne knew it wasn't entirely impossible. Every person she spoke to could easily be employed by Sir Chervil as a spy, trying to find where Annelise had ended up nearly a decade later. He would never give up until he got revenge. She could still remember the blazing fury in his eyes that night, the murderous intent raging beneath his handsome countenance. If it hadn't been for his father, George might've killed her. And she wouldn't be surprised if he did wanted to. He wouldn't give up finding Anne until one of them were dead. She would never be safe, and, in turn, neither would anyone she surrounded herself with.

His words yank her out of the distressing spiral of memory, and the look of boyish embarrassment renews the smile on her own lips. He was something else, she decided. Not like the men who used crude language as often as they drew breath. He wasn't daft or cocksure, but rather a gentle soul. In short, the type of boy someone like Annelise Shawcross would've been better off falling in love with than the wretched man that had ruined her life.

"Oh, I'm sure she would love to have you in our ensemble. I'm sure her sisters would prefer having less roles, as well." The mention of unicorns makes her laugh, a hearty and genuine chuckle rumbling from her chest. "You would have to fight Frances for any unicorn-adjacent roles. She takes her horsing around very seriously. I wouldn't be surprised if she challenged you to a duel for such a role."

As shy as Harriet could be about her writing, Anne knew the young playwright would most certainly appreciate a larger audience-- especially one that didn't consist of others that were either paid to be there or bound by familial duty. But if Ben were to partake in any of Harriet's works, there was no telling what kind of character he'd be forced to play. The likeliness of being cast as a handsome, foreign Prince was just as high as being the brutish and fearsome wild boar.

"I'd assume it's much easier to defend such a practice when it involves boys. But I can't even begin to imagine the horror on Lady Pleinsworth's face if I were caught having her girls dig through dirt. The girls would probably have a ball, but, for my own sake, painting and ground-level horticulture is as messy as I dare to go.

"Do you have a favorite subject that you teach? I've always preferred literature and history, but I've found its not a favorite of most young ladies. Finding students that actually enjoy reading are few and far between. But I aim to at least attempt to cultivate an enjoyment of it in the future generation of young ladies. Or three of them, at least."

"Well, that would make you quite the optimist," Benjamin teased. "After all, have you heard Mr. Haversham talk about his stamp collection? I'd never met a human remedy for insomnia before, and yet he's quite adept." Chuckling, his expression softened and he nodded, appreciative of her assessment. "But you're right: no two lives are alike, and we should be far more appreciative of such blessings."

Anne's gaze turned decidedly feline. “I guess it is unfair of me to lump you all together. Even if the first thing you did was imagine what was underneath my skirts.”

Benjamin's smile wiped clean and he flushed, the brilliant pink burning up to the tips of his ears. "I...ah..." Clearing his throat, he managed a laugh when she did, though the florid color swelled within the warm morning sunlight. "I wouldn't say I imagined that, I was just making an unfunny joke." Catching her gaze, he was quick to amend, "Th-that's not to say you are unworthy of such thoughts, because you..."

Oh. No. That was far worse, and dragging a hand over his eyes, Benjamin exhaled before amending, "You know what? Perhaps I should refrain from speaking unprovoked."

Fortunately for him, Anne seemed quite content to shift the topic back to her girls.

Little by little, Benjamin's embarrassment faded and he smiled, amused by the clear verve and affection that painted such a remarkable tale. "I'd love to see a production, short or otherwise," he reassured. "Maybe she'll even let me star as that prized unicorn?" Chuckling, he absently tucked a hand into his coat pocket, swinging the other by his side. "Whenever she becomes a famous playwright, she'll have to sign a copy for me."

An almost conspiratorial look filled Benjamin's face and he grinned, looking overhead. "True enough," he affirmed. "I've gotten in the dirt and mud with my students, and I can assure you, that method never quite met with anyone's approval. Though tell me this: how else am I to show them earth worms and insects, and the various types of soil without digging through the dirt?"

[alcoholandcakes]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤! ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

<a fanfiction about diluc losing you.>

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TW: suicide, major character death, mentions of depression

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every day was about you, it had been a long time since diluc ever loved someone.

ever since losing his father and kaeya as his brother, he feared to open up to anyone ever!

but you changed things in him, its like he got a factory reset. he was happy everyday, he laughed, he danced, he drunk, he enjoyed life again. everything was amazing.

until one day he realized that his happiness wasn’t shared. you looked sick, lost a few pounds and were exhausted just from taking a step.

it couldn’t be that you’re sick? right?

yoy were barely in your twenties, you couldn’t have caught any virus?! right?

well, sadly yes.

a wave of the deadliest virus swept through the whole world of Tevyat.

it was obvious you’d get it one way or another.

working at the tavern put you at a bigger risk than anyone else.

serving drunkards all day, touching their dirty mora and cleaning up their not so appetising body fluids.

‘’you contracted the virus, congrats y/n! you should’ve taken some days- or weeks off.’’— said Barbara, the most reliable healer in Mondstadt. she was unusually harsh today, this isn’t your fault at all! or is it?

‘’ oh, suck it up! you should worry about yourself instead of me. this has nothing to do with me! i’m a strong woman, i’ll fight through this stupid virus! ‘’ - you threw your hands up.

why is the whole world against you today?

•••

you’d never seen diluc as worried as he was today, he paced up and down around dawn winery, where you were examined by barbara.

this virus isn’t something that could be healed by some ‘healer’ like her. nor a real doctor. so much magic and power in this world, yet a contagion had everyone in a chokehold.

this is why diluc was so worried. no adeptus, no archon could save those who were infected. he wanted to spend all day with you from now on. but he didn’t. he was too depressed to even look in the mirror. he burried himself in work.

his workers also became worried, master dilucs fiancée has the virus!

the news spread like wildfire, eventually it reached kaeya too.

•••

after two weeks of you being in quarantine kaeya snuck into your room, just to check up on you.

he might not be on the best terms with your soon-to-be husband, but he had nothing against you. he found you very interesting, you had a way with words. so did he!

he climbed in through your window, with a swift jump he was already at the foot of your bed with a bouquet of flowers and some fruity skewers. the mix of flori and cucumbers filled your room. finally, kaeya began to talk.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“ mademoiselle!~ i heard about your condition, hope i’m not bothering you with my blossoming herbs!”— he set the flowers down on your nightstand. the man then cuddled you for a good few moments until your belly scurried as a signs of hunger.

“ amazing timing, kay “ you winked and set down your book in your lap, then reached towards the blue haired boy, holding the meaty snacks.

•••

“ Mrs Ragnvindr, i don’t think you’ll survive the new year.” said a somber voice from across the room.

“ Yeah, i figured…” you sighed.

everyone keeps reminding you of your health status ( which in this case really isn’t good ),

and it’s getting tiring. it weighs down your shoulders. you’re already exhausted from your own sadness, but your family’s concern hurt you even more. you weren’t sad for yourself, you were sad for others!

especially diluc.

he was ruined already, your passing would kill the light in him completely. his dear partner leaving him behind, as everyone else did before would make him spiral down into something deeper than depression maybe.

•••

the days passed, your condition worsened minute by minute. you were weaker than a leaf.

you could die at any moment.

and so you did.

you passed away silently while taking a nap on a beautiful afternoon.

birds were chirping, butterflies were flying around. the smell of dandelion wine filled the air.

diluc was bawling. punching the floor and tugging on his hair.

he knew the day would come, but he didn’t know when. it devastated him.

it devastated the whole city.

everyone loved you.

diluc loved you the most.

he couldn’t deal with the pressure put on him after your passing.

“ good luck dealing with that, diluc.“ the red haired man said to himself before downing a couple bottles of wine.

a thing he never imagined doing alone.

the thing he swore to never put near his mouth

became the one to blame for his death.

diluc layed on the floor of your room, rolling around, knocking over vases and chairs. he couldn’t see straight, he didn’t even know what was going on.

he didn’t notice that a vase fell on his head, he was numb to all feelings. the man was bleeding out, yet he didn’t care.

he died at 4 am, choking on a mix of his saliva, blood, and vomit. thinking about the one he loved most.

the one he’d hope to see in his dreams again.

it was you.

it was always you.

good luck dealing with that, diluc.

- eden 🎀

fanart credit to witchdetective <3

thank you for your amazing work.

thank you for reading.

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