#so i didn't think too closely on the mechanics of everything ; i apologise for that

[yayakoishii]

home is where the heart is | Taiga x Reader

Fandom: Idaten Jump

Pairing: Samejima Taiga x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre/Tags: Mechanic Reader, Light Angst, Love Confessions, Spoilers upto Ep. 17

Summary: In the aftermath of his battle in the limestone tunnel, Taiga is confronted with his own thoughts and your feelings.

A/n: this is just a quick something I wrote because I was feeling a lot of love and appreciation for Taiga while working on one of the episodes. this fic is set after the events of Ep. 17 but is spoiler free for all the events after that. I hope you enjoy this small oneshot <3

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"Sit."

Taiga flinched at the sharpness in your voice but did as you told him to. It was obvious from how you were glaring that you were upset. You crouched in front of him, the first aid kit propped open next to you.

Silently, you gestured to him to remove the elbow guards and his shirt. Left in just a tank top, Taiga flushed as you unblinkingly started cleaning his bruises.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked after a few minutes of stony silence. You always talked to him all the time. There was never any uncomfortable silence between the two of you and now… for the first time, you were so upset with him that you refused to talk. Your eyes flicked up to meet his before you looked back at the wounds you were now applying some ointment to. Taiga swallowed the lump in his throat. "Is it because I lost a gold emblem?"

You paused in your ministrations to cast him an incredulous look. "What? Hey, did you hit your head too? Did those bats attack your brains?"

"No!" He was embarrassed at your snappish remark. He didn't need to be reminded of the bats. Honestly, he didn't want to mention it to anyone else but, it had naturally come out when you had demanded an explanation the moment he was back. He could never hide anything from you.

"Do you think I care more about the stupid emblems than you?" You didn't sound upset so much as disappointed in him. Having put on the band-aids on some of the cuts, you closed the box. "If I'm upset, it's because you're hurt."

Taiga didn't know what to say. An apology didn't feel right because it would not be an apology for what you wanted. You probably didn't even expect him to apologise for it, which is why you were upset enough with him in the first place to be silent.

Having tended to Taiga's wounds, you turned your attention to the emblem-less MTB. With a sigh, you started checking all the parts. Taiga shrugged on his shirt as he watched you.

"I'm not mad at you," you said quietly as you worked. "You know I could never stay mad at you."

He knew. You only got angry because you cared. In the first place, Taiga didn't think that Team Sharktooth suited you. You didn't agree to Gabu's demands a lot of the time and yet you always stuck around. He was always afraid that one day you would just up and leave but that hadn't happened yet.

"I think," you paused, turning around slightly to look at him with a bashful look, "if I ever really got upset with you, I would end up leaving."

Oh.

Taiga silently swore to himself to never upset you. Maybe it was a little selfish of him to ask you to stay in Team Sharktooth but, he had had a crush on you for so long now. Nearly two whole years. Everything was just so easy with you. Talking, spending time, or even sitting in silence. You just understood him like no one else did. You were the one person he really wanted to always stay by his side but… He couldn't say it to you.

You probably didn't feel that way for him and admitting his feelings would only push you further away. No. It was better to maintain the friendship you two had built up over the past two years.

"It seems okay for the most part," you said, patting his MTB as you stood up. Taiga nodded to acknowledge your work; you had scolded him way too many times when he kept thanking you every time you worked on it. "I'll set it for you the next time you have a battle but… you should take it easy for a while. You're still hurt."

"It's just some bruises," he shrugged. They didn't even hurt all that much. The wounds to his heart, mind and pride were much more painful, in his opinion. Taiga prided himself in his abilities as a rider. Of all the things, he never wanted to show you his defeated side. And yet, you didn't look like your view of him had changed even after hearing he had lost. "They don't hurt me, really."

"They might not be hurting you, but they're hurting me," you sniped back, giving him a small glare as you packed up your toolbox. "Seriously. I get that you love to race but please be more careful."

Taiga didn't argue. He just smiled fondly at your worries and agreed, "Alright. I'm sorry for making you upset like this."

"Shut up," you weakly swatted his shoulder. "C'mon. Rooftop?"

"Let's go," Taiga smiled.

The rooftop was your secret place. In one of the buildings close to the X Tower, you and Taiga would go to the rooftops to just talk and look at the stars. You liked it because it was peaceful, but also because so far above, you could pretend that you were in your original world.

The rooftop was empty as usual when the two of you set down the blanket and lied down on it to stare at the sky. You could feel the chill of the night in contrast to the warmth emanating from Taiga's body to your left.

"Hey, Taiga?" You suddenly felt brave. You didn't know what took over you in the moment but it just felt like the right time.

"Yeah?"

"I…," you swallowed down the nervousness, "I really like you."

You could see him freeze from the corners of your eyes but, it was already too late. Deciding to just say the whole thing, you ploughed on.

"I know you probably don't feel the same way and that's okay. I am not saying this because I'm expecting anything. I… don't know why I'm saying this, to be honest. I was so sure I was going to take this secret to the grave."

You laughed to yourself but abruptly stopped when you felt a familiar hand slip into your own and give it a squeeze.

"I really like you," you smiled warmly, cheeks pink at the silent support he was offering you. A quiet assurance that he liked you too. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be here."

"That's right," Taiga sounded heavy hearted. "If you hadn't been with us that day… You wouldn't be here in X Zone."

"That too," you turned your head to look at his side profile, "but I meant here, in X City. In Team Sharktooth. I don't listen to Gabu and Gabu doesn't listen to me and we end up fighting all the time but, you never let him kick me out of your group. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, I would have gladly gone away already but…"

Taiga closed his eyes shut, feeling worse with every word you said. He would do anything for you but your one true wish was something he couldn't fulfil.

"This is not our world," you whispered, squeezing his hand a little in fear. "Going off by myself is harder than staying with you guys. I miss home, Taiga. I miss my parents. We've been here so long and, if Gabu stays the same, I'm afraid we're going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives. And I thought… if I had to be stuck here, then I would rather stay where you are."

You trusted him too much, Taiga thought. Or maybe you liked him too much. He couldn't tell, but he felt that you were being stupid. You were brilliant. You would definitely thrive in X Zone even without Team Sharktooth. Even if you decided to leave, Taiga would never let Gabu lay a hand on you. You could live a peaceful life somewhere else but you instead chose to live here because of him?

"You won't be stuck here," Taiga answered after letting the silence stagnate. Briefly, he thought about what he had said to Yamato Shō after their battle. "I… I don't know how, but I have a feeling. Something is going to change in the coming few weeks. And maybe, then we'd be able to go home."

Not that he wanted to. Home was not a place Taiga wanted to go to. He would much rather stay by your side but just because his family was dysfunctional didn't mean that yours had to be too. You had a loving family and a beautiful home– of course you would miss it. Unlike Gabu and he, you actually missed your parents.

"Okay," you smiled at him, squeezing his hand. Taiga let his head turn to face you too. Even under the moonlight of this other world, you looked the same as you had back when the two of you had accidentally got stuck in the mountains in your own world until midnight. That was the day he had started crushing on you but right now, he felt like this was the moment he was starting to fall into something deeper. "Taiga?"

"Yeah?" He stared at you, drinking in the sight of you with an unnecessary urgency, like you would fade in front of his eyes. You did nothing like that. Instead, your body fully turned to face him and capture him in an embrace. You were warm and comforting and Taiga felt his tension crumble into nothing as you held on tight.

"Let's go home together when that happens."

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[mfjenks]

I've finally watched One killer question, and there are some moments that I love and some moments that I'm a bit angry about

In fact, I still think that Oliver's "selfishness" is sort of overestimated. Yes, he acts selfishly sometimes, yes he seems to be self-centered but mostly in his jokes than in the things he really do. But he is not too selfish. Yes, he cared about his show more than the fact the person died, but he was also the only person who tried to reassure Ben and see his real personality during the first production. The point about "replacing Charles with MB" is not actually accurate: the first thing he did when he saw Charles can't do a song without having a panic attack was giving him a glass and a soft talk about the importance of being himself, and actually Oliver was the one who figured out that the real reason was Joy. The replacement happened after - when Oliver had to face a dilemma, was on edge and cornered, when he found out he didn't know a shit about what happened backstage and that Charles didn't tell him anything. And Charles quitted himself. I mean Oliver DID say a lot of shit to his friends and that sucks, and actually I'm really annoyed by the fact he still haven't apologised to Mabel properly, cmon man you knew you screwed since the very beginning, you were ready to apologise, you proved many times that you actually CAN apologise and more often the difficulty is finding the proper words than pride, so stop being childish. But he erased the mirror to protect the woman he loves. And I don't understand why in fact he must be the part of the investigation, there is no clue that someone from the cast can be in danger too, everyone knows Ben was a prick, Ben is not someone really close to Oliver's friends (well he is an important part of Mabel's childhood but it's about his TV image not his personality he's not a friend or relative and she actually spoke about it with Charles mostly, not with Oliver), it's not his job, he investigates when he is really interested in the case, so actually there is no need to place the investigation above his real job. Why is it considered to be so selfish?

Andrea Martin is right: it's more about "survival mode" than selfishness and indifference to his friends. He always comes into denial when the situation is really bad and he actually understands it: the way he jokes at the hospital before doing DNA test, lies about its results, doesn't tell anyone about his heart, says that "maybe Loretta is just quirky", erases the mirror. Not very healthy copying mechanism, but not so selfish. He's not an ideal person and he does screw sometimes, but he is not so narcissistic and selfish as he may seem to be from the first view, he's actually caring and warm-hearted (well not until episode 9 is aired for this week it's stopped between life and death SORRY) and I believe he would do anything for Charles and Mabel, for Will if they really need it.

Also Andrea telling Charles should come back to Joy? Meh, he really owes her an apology as the way he said he didn't mean to propose was very rude and hurting, but nothing more. He did hurt her terribly, but he isn't obliged to be with person which makes his stress every time and push him to change

Ryan, being here for the second episode in a row and defending his character's dad>>>>>everything

[oftincturedwords]

chapters : 1/1 fandom : top gun ( 1986 ) , top gun : maverick rating : t+ chapter warning(s) : ¡spoilers! anxiety attack , panic attack , grief / mourning , canonical character death(s) , crying , etc. characters : tom ‘iceman’ kazansky , pete ‘maverick’ mitchell , mentioned nick ‘goose’ bradshaw , mentioned carole bradshaw , mentioned bradley bradshaw , mentioned ron 'slider’ kerner , mentioned sam ‘merlin’ wells pairing(s) : gen. established iceman / maverick. background goose / carole. additional tags : hurt / comfort , angst , post canon , pre - canon , affection , trust , hugs , affection , etc. prompt : “I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do— I can’t—“ word count : timeline : set post top gun ( 1986 ) , yet prior to top gun : maverick summary : maverick’s grief sets out to crush him , but iceman is there to as a lifebuoy as his wingman wades through it a/n : this was another prompt challenge given by my sister , she picked the prompt & the characters / pairing whilst i picked hers then we had a half hour to write all that we could thus you can thank her for this angst ! please note i have yet to actually see top gun : maverick ( i have no spare money to spend on going to the cinema sadly even though i am dying to see this film ) thus if there are any mistakes continuity - wise i apologise & please take it with a grain of salt. all i know of this film is what tumblr has shown me & what i have read of the synopsis on wiki… yet i decided to write for it … no beta thus all mistakes are mine. disclaimer : i do not own any right to top gun ( 1986 ) or top gun : maverick. neither am i associated with the production companies , nor any of the actors who portray these characters. i make no money off any of my stories , this is purely for entertainment purposes. read on : ao3 | below the cut

He finds him knelt before Goose’s grave, head bowed low with a hand placed upon the flat surface of the tombstone’s top. Even from this distance he can see the trembling that coursed through Maverick’s smaller frame, the interment hitch of his shoulders and the way the entirety of his being shuddered with the effort to muffle the relentless outpouring of emotion.

Striving to quiet the choked sobs that Iceman can visibly see catch within the other man’s chest, despite there being none else around but him to witness the overspilling of grief.

Hiccuped and stuttering breaths were all that was audible in the hushed atmosphere of the cemetery, no cries nor sobs could be heard. A grief suffered in silence until it couldn't be suppressed any longer, yet before it had overflowed, Maverick had sought out solitude and a solace he could no longer gain, in that of his late RIO and dearest friend.

The forever stinging wound of Goose’s death had been renewed by the passing of Carole, having left young Bradley Bradshaw without either parent. And even though Mav had lost another friend in Carole, Ice knew something more had happened since Mav was here rather than with Bradley. For all Maverick lived up to his callsign and was a cocky bastard, he loved Bradley and never failed to be there for the kid, and losing a parent ( no matter the age of the child ) was a hurt that stung beyond measure when they were of the good calibre that's Ice knew Carole had been.

Which was why when Mav had fled after the wake, leaving Bradley, Ice had seen that the younger man was all right as he knew Mav would appreciate then followed after his wayward wingman.

It was a credit to how well Iceman knew the other pilot that he knew Mav would head here rather than any bar or even the hangers that stored the plane he was so fond of working on. The circumstances certainly helped guide Ice, but too he knew that the bond between Mav and his former RIO was something even death hadn't broken.

Forever Mav seemed haunted by the weight of guilt and memory of his friend that he carried. Staking his career on a certain path to ensure he could be as close as he could to the widow and her child, and being present for every event he could throughout Bradley’s life. From birthdays to graduations to even school projects. And when he couldn't be there physically, he wrote letters and sent Polaroids of his time deployed.

Military approved ones, of course. Meaning there were usually ridiculous angled photos of him with Iceman or Merlin. Sometimes candids of them in the mess or all of them squashed into their small quarters. One Mav had begged Ice to take on deck with Mav silhouetted by the orange and pink hues of the setting sun with the dark outline of his plane at his side.

“C’mon, Ice, it's for Bradley.” Mav had shoved down on the paperback Ice had been reading to look him in the eye.

Ice had sighed, the glare he had aimed towards Mav’s wide, mockingly innocent - looking eyes had softened at the mention of Bradley. It wasn't as if Iceman could deny Goose’s kid a photo, his callsign and reputation notwithstanding.

“Why did you wait until now to do this?” Ice instead asked, but he set aside his book with a quick glance to memorise the page number he was on before swinging his legs off his bunk to plant them on the deck.

“Sunsets and sunrises are the best aboard.” Was the simple explanation Mav had thrown Ice’s way, shrugging nonchalantly in direct contrast to the smug grin that split his features, “Knew my wingman wouldn't let me down.”

Ice had been wholly incapable of curbing the slow smile that upturned his lips at hearing that, unable to refute nor say anything in return to those words. Healing his head, a fondness he rarely felt for others warmed within his chest as he had ducked down to don his boots so he could follow Mav out onto the flight deck. 

They had been chased off by a few of the deck crew afterwards, but the photo had come out perfect according to Maverick, and he had sent it with his next letter.

Sighing through his nose and feeling the muscles along his jaw ache at how tightly he was clenching it, Ice stepped forward. Footfalls purposefully audible and stride confident, traversing the neatly up kept field of grass before the row of graves towards where his wingman was still crouched.

It worked as Ice had wanted in causing Mav’s head to snap up, looking up and searching for whomever was walking towards him. Yet it was the brokenly uttered ‘Ice’ that had his steps faltering at sheer amount of anguish infused into that single syllable. Wretched and desolate it was. Laden thickly by tears and insatiable heartache.

Only for a moment did his misstep before Ice practically ran the rest of the short distance to reach Maverick’s side, slowing only so he could crouch down beside the other. Taking in the tear tracks that near gleamed the in low light of the cemetery, the riverlets a ceaseless wash of grief, Ice reached out to rest his hand on Maverick’s shoulder. Gripping there when his wingman didn't shy away nor flinch at the contact, instead seeming to fold underneath it all the more.

Bowing his head again, Ice felt Mav’s shoulders droop despite the tension that was still laced through every fibre of the muscles beneath. Pulled taut and trembling vehemently from both the physical strain of stress and the emotional upheaval. Ice merely tightened his grip in response, shifting closer to offer a share of strength for Mav to lean against should he wish, or for when his body finally reached its limits. Whatever came first Ice would let his wingman fall.

“I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do -I can’t—” Mav’s words faltered and stumbled over one another, intermixed with breathless huffs that were poor facsimiles of sobs he tried so valiantly to contain.

“Easy, Mav. Steady breaths.” Ice soothed, voice pitched low yet steely was his tone, not demanding but firm and grounding as he moves his other hand up to grasp at Maverick's exposed wrist whilst his other hand slide along the other's shoulder blades to lay across his upper back and lightly grip Maverick’s other shoulder, keeping up a litany as he did so, “C’mon, you know how, just focus on breathing for me right now. That’s what you can do. In… and out…”

The near hug was steady yet loose, knowing Maverick had a penchant for fleeing when overwhelmed by emotions he wished none else to witness, Ice didn't want to force him to stay and endure if moving or space would ease the hurt and trouble that painted his wingman’s soul.

Keeping an anchoring presence nearby if it was wanted, but allowing Mav to choose, Ice continued to breathe with exaggeration and guide the other man to follow suit. Slow yet consistent, Ice could feel Mav’s breathing ease by measure. Still jarred by the intermittent hitch and inevitable sob, but it wasn't the panicked gasping of before.

And it seemed Ice’s consideration of Mav wanting to be left alone had been an unneeded contengacy for the smaller man melted into his hold once his breaths were no longer staggered and harsh, seeming to deflate against Ice’s secure embrace. An epitome of exhaustion in every line along his near seamless features and angle of his frame.

Ice easily took the other's weight, shifting his arms marginally so he could wrap them solidly around Mav’s smaller frame. Not bracketing, but offering the steadfastness of his touch. Bending his head down, Ice pressed his lips lightly to the top of Maverick’s head before turning to rest his cheek there. Content to remain here until hsi wingman’s tears had run dry, or chose to move away. However long, Iceman would be there.

“She, she asked me to pull his application.” Mav’s muffled voice was welled with sorrow, near strangled by the sheer harshness of his tears yet persistent he ever was to ensure he was heard.

Although Ice hadn't needed nor asked for an explanation, he understood immediately then. What had shoved his wingman to the edge and had him seeking out an unattainable solace. If anyone would grant the best guidance through this it would have been Goose. For any commanding officer could shuffle out the application of their subordinate from gaining entry into the USNA. And Carole had asked Maverick to do it because she knew he could, or at least see it done even if he couldn't himself.

“It was her dying wish.” Mav continued, his breaths growing short again and near hiccuping they were so stuttered, “And this’ll, Ice this… he wants to be a pilot so badly and…”

“And if he finds out, it will break whatever trust is between you two.” Ice added after Mav was silent for a few moments too long, he’s simply been shaking his head beneath Ice’s cheek and swallowing as he tried to give voice to the words Iceman had found for him.

Nodding stiltedly, Mav blinked several times to clear his vision at a renewed wash of tears before brokenly agreeing, “Yeah… Selfish part of me doesn't want to lose that with him.”

Ice stared across the expanse of the empty cemetery over Mav’s head, taking in none of the darkening sky as evening began to fall towards night, a knowing expression highlighted his features, “But you're still going to do it.”

“How could I not, Ice?” Mav said in way of a confirmation to Ice’s statement, his tone desperate, “Carole asked me to. Asked to ensure, to ensure Bradley doesn't end up like...”

The words didn't need to be spoken for Ice to know what Carole had said.

Unconsciously, Ice’s arms tightened around Maverick, unable to find the needed words to comfort and knowing that voicing his thoughts on the matter would do the opposite of help. Neither would he appeal to a pragmatic view of the situation.

“I can’t just ignore it, Ice.” Maverick shifted back, seeming to gather a modicum of what Iceman was thinking, to put enough distance between them only so far as needed for his eyes to meet Ice’s, “I owe it to her, and to Goose.”

“Okay.” Was all Ice said, his tone resolute as he held Mav’s gaze. The low light had his wingman’s irises appearing dark, their usually audacious gleam was entirely absent. Instead replaced by a sorrowful resolve, determined in his plan of action and wholly prepared to accept the consequences.

“Okay?” The single word held an edge of indignation, as if Mav thought Ice was merely placating, but Ice was quick to shake his head to forestall any further words from the other pilot before he continued.

“You don't have the clearance to pull applications, Mav,” Again Ice had to shake his head when Maverick opened his mouth to proclaim some scheme or strategy to see it done, continuing once the other had clicked his mouth shut, “but I do.”

At seeing Maverick’s eyes widened a fraction, Iceman added, knowing his wingman would try to protest dragging Ice into this more than he already was, but he would hear of it, “This isn't you asking me. You’re certain this is what you want to do, then I’m the easiest way to make it happen.”

Mav stared for a long moment, features unreadable except for the tears that still brimmed along his lower eyelashes before an upturn came to a single corner of his lips, eyes alighting with a sharp warmth, “Still trying to prove you’re the best?”

A scoff fell from Iceman’s lips upon hearing that, shaking his head with a degree of fondness he only felt for the other pilot, willing to play into the levity if that's what Mav wanted, “Much as I hate to burst your bubble, Mav, but I’ve already proved that.”

“Yeah.” Mav readily agreed, “Yeah, you have.”

Those words of acceding rather than a continuation of their usual bantered argument over who the best ( the pilot portion was implied yet had as well transitioned towards other things they were good at over the years ) had caught Iceman off guard. All the more so by the conviction that teemed throughout Maverick’s tone and the unwavering focus he held Ice’s gaze with.

In lieu of a verbal response, Ice merely leant forwards to touch his forehead to Mav’s, who let himself be guided and relaxed into the gesture in turn. Eyes closing a moment, each seemed to simply bask in each other’s presence, drawing comfort and stability from one another.

Forgetting the logistics and dawning future for the time, focussing upon the closeness of the other; the gentle pressure of their heads together, the weight of their arms intertwined together, and the ghost-like wisps of each breath taken.

“Thank you.” Mav said then, low yet significant, and Ice felt his own frame relax further at the welling of warmth in his chest. Balming the effects of what he would do for the moment, just as Maverick would do it for Carole, Iceman would do it for Maverick.

“No need,” Mirroring the other’s tone, Ice opened his eyes to see Mav looking back at him as he leant away somewhat to ensure his meaning was understood, “I’ll always have your back.”

[teyvat-imagines]

hello luvly <33 i recently just found your blog and i think your writing is amazing!! i was wondering if i could request headcanons for childe, diluc, and zhongli with an s/o who has cute coping mechanisms/things to do to give them comfort when they're sad? like their s/o would climb onto their lap, play with their hands, or just cuddle n listen to their heartbeat?? ofc, if you dont feel like doing this request i understand!! yeah hehe that's it. i hope you take care and have an amazing day :>

Ahhh thank you!! ;w; And thank you for being so patient waiting for this request! I hope you enjoy it!! ^w^

S/O With Cute Coping Mechanisms

Childe:

○ Childe is absolutely fine with the little things you like to do when you're upset. He's often insisted on having you come to him when you aren't feeling very good. His arms are always open wide, ready and inviting, just for you to crawl into his embrace nd let him hold you close.

○ He'll take some time off work and just let you curl up with him, watching you with a small smile as you pick up his hands and play with them, a soft and distant expression on your face.

○ Has he abused his Foul Legacy form just to make himself bigger and make you feel more protected and hidden away in his arms? Yes he most definitely has. You always scold him after, but in the moment it's such a sweet gesture, designed to bring you as much comfort as possible that you can't be mad.

○ No matter what, he'll do anything and everything he can to make sure you feel safe and comfortable in his arms. And if you need to spend the whole day hiding away with them? Then so be it, he'll do just that for you.

Diluc:

○ It caught Diluc off guard the first time you moved to hold him from behind, your head resting against his back, one hand moving to play with his hair softly. He of course immediately asked if you were okay, and you just hummed softly in response, focused more on just playing with his hair and the comfort it brought you.

○ When this happened a few more times, he had his suspicions that it was a comfort thing for you, but he still wanted to check. He asked you up front, wanting to ensure he had got this right and wasn't misunderstanding. Diluc made it very clear he didn't mind of course, he just wanted to know so he could set aside ample time to care for you then.

○ Once he's had that confirmation, he's very attuned to when you're having a bad day. When he can tell you're not feeling so good, he pulls you away with him to a room to be alone and just holds you. He's fine to let you spend hours playing with his hair if it helps. Whatever he can do to bring you comfort.

○ He'll smooth your back and cradle you in his arms and hide away from the world with you. Nothing is too much for his loving partner, and he'll remind you of this often.

Zhongli:

○ He's always more than happy to hold you close, even more so when he can tell that you're not feeling good. So when he found that you took comfort just being in his arms and resting your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat? Zhongli was immediately ready to indulge you as much as you needed.

○ He'll make a day out of it, brewing some nice tea and curling up with you to the peaceful sounds of Liyue. His hand will move to your head, petting softly as he talks about the past, telling you old stories and legends of the geo nation.

○ His heartbeat is steady and calming and between the soothing sound of his voice and his heart, and of course the feeling of his hand on your head, it's easy to doze off in his arms.

○ When you're with him your troubles just seem to melt away, and you can finally relax for the first time in a while. You always apologise when you wake up again, and he brushes off your apology with a warm smile and reassurance that it's okay.

[charles-rxwlands]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

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Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: SCP x Younger!Sister!Reader (REQUESTED)

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SCP 073 (Cain)

(Yes. I think of Cain and Abel as brothers. Like a lot of others who's in this fandom)

Being the youngest sister of Cain and Abel meant that you has both or at least 1 of the brothers looking over you most of the time. Namely Abel. Cain however, was more lenient towards you and allowed you to have some free time. "CAAAAAAIN!!!" you screamed at the eldest brother. "Yes (Y/N)?" he answered softly. You wanted to ask him about Abel because you wanted to fix the problems they both had when they faced each other. By problem, it was that time when Cain killed Abel. You can't blame Abel for being mad at Cain because of this, but you really wanted to get your only family members together without having any tension. Cain noticed you thinking and questioning, "You ok (Y/N)?". You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled. "I was just wondering if 343 is free right now" you replied in which Cain didn't push any further. You both walked over to 343's cell for a visit. 343 was the other SCP you've ever been close to other than the brothers and 105. 343 sat in his room and read a book until he saw the both of you standing by his door. He greeted you and you guys had a nice chat. 343 always treated you and your brothers as a family so you were always comfortable around him. You are a safe class SCP with the number tag of 073-2.

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

(It's pretty much like Cain's as I just associate them both as brothers)

After your visit with the eldest brother, Cain, you went to see Abel. He was the most protective dickhead you've ever met, but he would give up anything to save you. "Hey (Y/N)!!!" your brother spoke. "Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!" you sighed heavily. "Tell the mechanical man to piss off". You wanted to slap some sense into Abel but didn't as you just sat in his box quietly and felt the need to cry. Abel came over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You cried and slept in his box for a good few hours until the guards came to retrieve you. You both said your goodbyes and went back to your cells. You are also known as SCP 073-2, safe class.

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Not unlike your older brother, you made everyone's day by being kind and gentle. You can heal their wounds and they'd give you treats in return. You and 999 hanged out every day and played for hours on ends. The guards who escorted you there were watching and giggling at your antics. Why do you need guards you ask? It's because one time an idiot decided to take advantage of you in which 999 requested guards to escort you at all times. The guards treat you kindly like a daughter/sister so you always held respect for them. After every test rounds, you were requested to help the SCPs while your elder brother helped with the test subjects. After that, you both were free to roam. Sometimes, you'd bump into 131 and they'd stay with you for a bit if the guards weren't there to stay with you. Your number is SCP 999-2, safe class

SCP 682 (Hard to destroy reptile)

Without any researchers mentioning you and that giant angry lizard, nobody would've guessed that you guys were blood related let alone siblings. Unlike 682, you weren't as hateful as him as you had a small bit of hope left for humanity, however, you can be fierce and cold when need be. Everyone including 682 has acknowledged this and sometimes you were helping the MTF to search and contain SCPs. Not only are you intelligent, you also had the strength which rivalled both 682 and 076-2 as seen when you both had a duel during a containment breach. 682 was a protective older brother when you both were young and still hold a good relationship till this day, with the exception of a few instances when you'd both have a fight and the poor innocent bystanders had to intervene the both of you. Its not like either of you would get hurt. You weren't afraid of most SCPs, unlike a certain wimp who was terrified of a rabbit, although you both shared the same interest towards a little girl in the facility. During containment breaches, you were often called in to fish out your big brother to avoid any further damages and kills. The SCP designation given to you is SCP 682-2, Euclid class.

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Growing up with the plague doctor was rather unique. He taught you everything and anything you wanted. Especially the plague and how to perform surgery on humans. You travelled with him for centuries and had witnessed just as much as he did. After being "captured" by the foundation, the personelles often see you both side by side and rarely separated. Except for those interviews and tests. You wore a cape and a mask not too dissimilar to his, however, it only covered the first half of your face. Your style of clothing were of the Victorian era which you picked up on your travels and had some form of interest in those types of clothing. Like your brother, you spoke with manner and eloquence and wore cloves with pointed nails and also carried a bag with tools in which were the same make as those found in 049's bag. You have the designation of SCP 049-A, Euclid class.

Dr. Glass

Everyone at the facility shipped the both of you without realising that Dr. Glass was your older brother. "Hey (Y/N). Did anyone tell you that you and Simon would make a cute couple?" a researcher asked. You looked at him with disgust as Simon appeared out of nowhere and heard the conversation. The both of you said that you're both siblings without missing a beat and the researcher looked embarrassed and apologised. This news has spread like wildfire to both of your dismay and everyone said that they now see the resemblance. You both had similar personalities, however, the only difference is that although you did study psychology, you were specialised in neuroscience and forensic science.

Dr. Bright It's pretty much obvious that you both were siblings. Similar appearance, humour, intelligence, you name it. Boy only that, you had a bracelet with the same red gem as Jack's necklace. Much like the previous one I’ve mentioned (Dr. Glass) you did study the same subjects as your brother, and yes, you are specialised in a subject in the scientific field, namely biochemistry and mathematics. Not only that, but you’re also the head of the department and is in the O5 Council. Jack Bright was like every other older brother, annoying, protective and funny. As you both grow older, he became even more protective of you as you were one of the only family member left and he doesn’t want you to be in harm's way. He had witnessed too much for him to lose you so he would always accompany you if you were on a mission

(Sources - Pics: SCP 073 | SCP 076-2 | SCP 999 | SCP 682 | SCP 049 | Dr Glass | Dr Bright)

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 279 SPOILERS

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LOOK AT THEM!!!! Let's just appreciate this before jumping into the chaos.

I like how you can see Kaminari photo-bombing Todoroki and Iida. And Tamaki trying to hide his face, poor baby. Tokoyami looks so done with life.

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Ok that's enough of that. Now on to the action.

Honenuki is just finishing up using his quirk on the ground when Tokage shows up and tells him it's time to book it. Then we get a shot of the upper half of her head looking nervously at a very i-didn't-realise-just-how-massive-he-was-until-now Gigantomachia.

Everybody's got their game faces on.

So it looks like they have a bunch of Mineta's sticky balls attached to some string on the ground and Momo is making something I think.

(Edit: She's making the explosives. What a Queen. Bakugou would be proud.)

We got a flash back to Momo explaining how the drug works. Normally you would inject it but they can't really do that for obvious reasons so the or going to administer it orally. One of the canisters contains the right dosage to knock Giganto out so only one of them needs to get it in his mouth.

Mineta is asking if Midnight is ok and I think a piece of my heart just died. Mina tells him it'll be alright and I'm incline to doubt her.

I don't like the way this is framed. She's being to optimistic.

Giganto is still dragging along Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods, who is apparently unconscious(?) cause Lady yells at him to wake up. Unless she's talking about Midnight.

The trap was successful. Giganto got stuck in the liquefied earth and sticky balls. Now let's hope he stays that way.

Oh he's really stuck. Uh I can't tell if these guys are supposed to be heroes or villains.

The attack has been launched. Ibara restrains Giganto with her vines while apologising for dragging him through the mud. What a polite young lady.

We've got Sato, Kendou, and the beast kid trying to force Giganto's mouth open with the sticky ball rope see guys Mineta's quirk isn't useless

Compress tells the others that the UA kids have ambushed them. Toga does not seem please with this development.

OH NO JIROU GOT BURNT. But Shoji, Aoyama, and Ojirou are there to back her up. Kaminari's electric plate things are flying through the air rn.

Wait. What the hell just happened? Did Reiko do that? I didn't see Compress throw anything.

(Edit: She's levitating Denki with her quirk. That's why she's there. This is more for my sake then yours since you probably already figured that out.)

Ok so it was Compress. DENKI IS HURT OH NO OH NO HE'S FALLING SOMEONE HELP HIM-

Every one is making a break for Giganto's mouth and chucking there knock-out drug towards his mouth. Unfortunately for all of them Giganto decides to pull a pro-gamer move and blows them away. Literally.

Dabi's arm is smoking to the point where Toga is asking if he's ok. Like it's really bad. Dabi ignores her concern in favour of explaining why Giganto is so OP. Apparently he has a quirk that allows him to covert energy in to height and a not her quirk that blocks out pain, among other things.

Giganto starts to stand up and the kids start to panic slightly cause the can't get close enough to him because of the fire Dabi made.

My girl Momo has thought of everything. The bottom of the mudpit has explosives that just went off, causing Giganto to sink deeper into the mud. Spinner mentions that Giganto can just dig underground since he'll be faster that way, but Compress is quick to remind him that they will all most certainly suffocate to death if he does that.

Compress explains that the League is actually holding Giganto back since he can't go all out without killing them. Sceptic interrupts by saying now's not the place for chit-chat and, as if to punctuate his point, Giganto gets tackled by Mt. Lady, who I completely forgot about, and is then boarded by a bunch of heroes.

MT. LADY FORCING GIGANTO'S MOUTH OPEN AND MINA WITH HER ACID MAN!!!!

Ignoring the fact that acid is combustible and should have caught on fire just now, I they take him out. I really hope Mina doesn't get hurt in the process.

I feel like, if the hero thing doesn't pan out, Mt. Lady could probably become a comedian. Tho, that's probably just her coping mechanism.

Momo really thought this out. Not sure how they managed to pull all that off in such a short amount of time but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

I'm concerned for Dabi. He's obviously pushing himself too hard.now I just want him to get caught so he can't use his quirk anymore.

I have a feeling Horikoshi's gonna cut back to the Jakku ruins next Chapter cause, you know, suspense and he's always pulling this shit.

Until next time.