#sobs they even have matching butterflies

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

What are yall reaching out for? Eachother’s hands????

[rinnstars]

types of love trope!

type of love tropes of bllk guys <3

featuring: nagi, reo, sae, ness, yuukimiya, rin: short drabbles, fluff & angst, + likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3

school romance: nagi seishiro

perhaps it’s equivalent to a string of fate - every year no matter what class, both you and nagi sit right beside each other at the left third row of the class without fail. you think it must be the universe showing signs that you two were soulmates if it wasn’t clear enough - both of you napping behind you textbooks, both of you liking and playing the same games at the same time, both of you chatting in an empty classroom every break time. its love, you think, his eyes dilates the same as you do to him, his face is uncharacterically painted with pink the same yours does when you lean in, and that same butterfly feeling erupts in his stomach the same way yours does. and its the same after school too, a routine unbreakable to the both of you - everyday after school you’d get lunch with him at the nearby school cafe, then you’d spend hours together at a nearby arcade whether it be playing rhythms games with matching gloves or even playing claw machine getting each others favourite sanrio characters matching your phone case, then you’d spend the remaining of your time at his place lazing around until your curfew to run back home with his voice chatting about anything and everything in your ears through your headphones decorated with stickers and parts bought by him. he thinks you might be the only thing waking up for - youre his morning alarm whenever you call him as youre waiting at the bus stop, youre his sunlight that he usually dreads to see but nowadays he runs down the stairs to catch a glimpse of you, youre the fire that inspires and ignites him to try new things or at least try a little more in life. and you think he’s the reason you haven’t ripped your hair out in the school - he’s your coffee to waking you up sweetly in class, poking your face as he stares at you with his big eyes, he’s your pillow that you sleep on and feel comfortable being your real self in a cutthroat academy, he’s your medicine that you kiss whenever you feel too overwhelmed behind the books that hides you from the teachers. and you hope, with all your heart, that he’ll stay forever even after the two of you graduate.

heartbreak: itoshi rin

a cycle of hurt you think - travelling from his older brother that shattered his heart that has led rin to break apart your heart with his bare hands reminiscent of the days where he broke apart pieces of lego in your room as a kid. you think its unfair how you’ve faced heartbreak this young - you’ve heard about it, talked about by relatives, seniors and parents, but never at fourteen. fourteen - you should be out having fun with all your friends playing games from the arcade, chatting about and meeting new people, trying new skills and hobbies and finding your passion. yet youre sitting here all alone eating the lunch you used to with rin, the rice now tasting salty and bitter with tears soaking it, youre here unable to enter any shops because you see rin’s ghost in there where he used to accompany you to every trip you’ve made after school, youre scared to find new people because you know, you just know it’ll be a repeat of you and rin, and youre too drained to even think of trying new things. you want to stay the same, to hope that one day if your rin comes back, he wont feel left out that you know he always feel, you want to be the constant, the earth that he can orbit around anytime as you have promised. but you know, deep down in your wounded heart, that its over. its over, no matter how much you pray to the universe, no matter how hard you sob and cry over rin, no matter how much you lock yourself in the room with his scent barely here anymore - itoshi rin will never come back. and at just fourteen, you learn of grief, you learn of abandonment and you learn of heartbreak because of him.

childhood sweetheart: alexis ness

you think you and him are two peas in one pod - always seen as a little weird for our interests. he’s always been fascinated with spells and magic and you alike, and you hope one day somehow you’ll be able to travel into the magic world inside the countless mangas you’ve read together at the playground. everyone thinks you two are silly, that you guys are just kids, but you were so sure back then that you were gonna be a fairy alongside him with the countless of spells learnt from shows. now you think a little different - maybe growing up meant having to let go of those childish dreams of waking up in a fairy world by closing our door and spraying those scam-like perfume, having to let go those now dusty fairy wands your parents keep in a cardboard box that you remember every spring cleaning season, having to let go of your fantasy to being with him. yet, you can’t bear to throw them away despite your parents insistence in doing so, that it takes too much space in their house. but, that would mean that there will be no longer any physical reminders of ness, your first childhood play buddy. and youre not sure if he ever got to keep those, especially when you see his family’s garage sale selling all his toys including those fairy mangas. you never met ness again, you think the universe is cruel for giving you a mere three years to be with him. yet you know all his quirks, you know how he has the tendency to be clingy, hugging and tugging at you mid roleplay, you know how he has the tendency to cry a little too easily at the slightest slip of his feet, you know how he has the tendency to believe things too naively. and you wonder if his family ever knows him, those tall and grown adults like slender men haunting his house that yells at him. but maybe, you hope, that one day he’ll come back to your house for one

in every lifetime: reo mikage

he’s too used to changing every aspect of himself - being the golden and perfect heir to his fathers empire, being the charming and friendly prince figure in all of his classmates vision, being the best at everything from academics to sports to the arts. there’s no room for him to fail, for him to stop the charades, for him to remove the mask he’s been wearing all his life. but with you, its like his walls are broken down, its like he isn’t just the heir or just the majestic prince - that he’s just reo. you think its silly for him to try so hard, you melt the walls of his heart before you know it to see the real him underneath the chameleon skin that wraps him and restrains his real self. you adore his real smile that is a little crooked, you adore his clumsy skipping that it’s clear he’s never tried, you adore his long talks about his interests in the cafe that is far from his usual taste. and he thinks you’d like him in all the versions of him - whether that be a jester in the court to the princess he’s sure you are, or the bee to you the prettiest flower he’s ever seen, or like barbie and ken he thinks maybe after rewataching the whole series and movies on your bed during the holidays. and you think the same too, that you’ll find him in every lifetime - whether that be a thief in the night accidentally stumbling a rebellious prince, be a cat stumbling into a wolf, be a bee stumbling across the flower that is him too. you think you and him are connected by a red string that stubbornly ties around both of you, leading to you guys to knock against each other each step you take, pulling you guys together from two worlds to collide together, for you guys to love each other despite the uncertainties and thorns that are ahead of your journey. but you know, in every lifetime, you’ll always be reo’s and reo will always be yours.

first love: yuukimiya kenyu

every spring, you get reminded of your first love - reminiscent of flowers that bloomed by the walls on your way to school, reminiscent of the colourful butterfly that landed always on him, reminiscent of the smell of sweet and floral spring that you would wake up to every morning. he was the spring to your winter, always brightening up your day with his bright smile and shining eyes. you think he’s changed you for the better - he’s made you used to waking up early in the morning so you wont ever be late for school missing half the things in your bag, he’s made you much more optimistic seeing everything in colours rather than the colourless world you were used to, he’s made you much more outspoken always encouraging you to speak up in class and every aspect of your life. he was the first epitome of love, sweet and warm embrace of personalisation of love he was. red love that melts right into your skin with each touch that leaves an everlasting print on your body, red love that reflects light that kisses your skin he same way he used to, red love that travels through your body and explodes in your chest, heart pumping full of love for him. he was your first everything - your first kiss, your first sleepover, your first boyfriend. but sometimes you wish he wasn’t just your first love that you wish that he was the love that lasted your whole lifetime - that he didn’t have to leave so soon with a broken heart that can never heal with that same sugary sweet smile that you fell in love with.

the one that got away: itoshi sae

somedays, you look at the polaroids of you and sae and you wonder what could’ve been. you know hes doing well in spain, youve heard about it on social media, from ex-classmates, from your parents. they ask you about him, how he is, how hes doing - but you dont want to admit that youve lost him a long time ago. you smile tightly and nod, laugh along and whatnot, but theres a drowning feeling in your heart that swallows you a little inside in a black hole at each question posed at you. you don’t want to admit that he’s far gone away somewhere else, somewhere else without you, somewhere else better than you - just holed up in your room, studying and studying. you’ve dreamt of staying with him, to receive him from the airport that night and every other times he’s come home, to have him stay in your room just like back then - just him and you lying on your bed with yours and his playlist on the record tape that has long become outdated. you’ve dreamt of just being with him, nothing changing between the two of you - where he still looked in your eyes, where he still visited your house, where he still shopped at that same run-down convenience store you used to go after school before he picked up his little brother. sometimes, you understand rin - both byproducts of sae’s filmsy and broken promises, both never moving on from the one that got away - and perhaps in another life, you hope, you plead, you wish to the universe or even god, that in a parallel universe, that he never left you heartbroken in the rain at the doorsteps of your house, that you selfishly wished he never left for spain in the first place, that he wasn’t the one that got away.

[coffee-and-geto]

— suguru geto headcanons.

bf!suguru geto who falls in love again and again every time he spies on you when you don’t look at him.

bf!suguru geto who is the least clingy boyfriend you’ve ever experienced but those occasional physical contacts — although it’s just a mere brushing hand — can give you butterflies anyone else can ever give you.

bf!suguru geto whose love language is quality time — go to the cinema, have a picnic, go to the museum, an aquarium, or chill out with you on his/your bed and cuddle with quiet sweet words.

bf!suguru geto who never ever raises his voice at you in an argument, even if you were wrong — he will listen to you till you finish to draw what you harbor resentment. he LISTENS.

bf!suguru geto who gives you princess treatment just because. he doesn’t have to justify himself.

bf!suguru geto who is always soft-spoken with you and when you let him understand that you don’t hear what he’s saying, he lowers himself to your height and repeats what he said in your ear to see a blush spread from your cheeks to your whole face.

bf!suguru geto who will watch your favorite series/movie, read your favorite book to talk for hours and hours about it, and relish your fangirlism.

bf!suguru geto who can’t sleep at all if at least one of you two don’t spoon one’s middle. it’s a need.

bf!suguru geto who isn’t a morning person but gives you anyway a tired smile before yawning, his cup of coffee in one hand and an arm wrapped around your waist.

bf!suguru geto who respects your ideas and belief and tries to understand why with so much respect and without ever putting you down or making fun of you.

bf!suguru geto who worships your body like a worshipper does it with his God, praising every inch of your beautiful body and removing your complexes about what you call your body’s “flaws”.

bf!suguru geto who can also have a second love language as act of service — tying the laces on your sneakers, carrying your shopping bags, opening the door for you, brushing your hair (and revealing his hair secrets to you)

bf!suguru geto who can’t breathe if he doesn’t know where you are, always asking your location if you didn’t have the time to tell him where you go.

bf!suguru geto who gladly accepts your offer to match your wallpapers.

bf!suguru geto who can be jealous but not in a toxic way — poor pookie is just sometimes insecure that you may find someone better than him :( — even if you swear on your entire bloodline you will never see anyone but him and you’d rather die than look anywhere but at him.

bf!suguru geto who is the happiest boyfriend in the world only because he has you, he chooses you and you choose him back :)

bf!suguru geto who has a soft spot for your pretty ass — always a little squeeze on one cheek as he passes you by, and if you dare to bend down to pick up something that has fallen to the floor when he is close by, you will get a firm smack on your ass.

bf!suguru geto who can live with his head between your legs, whether for eating you out and getting orgasms out of you one by one until you beg him while sobbing you can’t give him another anymore, his tongue swirling, lapping at your wet folds and puffy clit.

bf!suguru geto who loves resting his head on your plushy thighs and you swear he can fall asleep in a few minutes.

bf!suguru geto who whines, his face buried between your boobs, on his occasional clingy, needy hours that he will marry you as quickly as possible when you both will graduate.

[williamkisser]

A Luca x reader would be nice........... preferably slow burn and y/n is the shy type............. I'm hungry................. Thirsty............ Would beg....... Thank you.... *dying*

♡— The Prisoner with a shy S/O

♡— Oh my god… anon… N-N… NO!!!! Anon please, don’t do this to me… breathe. Oh my god. BREATHE!! *sniff* *sob* i’m… I’m so sorry i couldn’t save you, anon…. I hope you’re in a better place now… *sob*

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, fluff, possibly ooc i’m not sure, word count is 1400

♡— Luca Balsa, despite going through a turmoil of tragic events, never did once even try to stop working on his lifelong passion, god forbid even think of it. Yes, around him there were degenerates, murderers, thieves, even mystical, strange creatures - such combinations would drive any man crazy, as if anyone in here already wasn’t. But after all, finding something you could get absorbed in is the best method for killing time, don’t they say? Not even his developing issue with memory loss can stop him now.

♡— That’s why the prisoner, most of the time, could be found in the comfort of his own dorm, sitting by the desk while brain storming for yet another solution to the new experiment he was currently developing. And to be frank, he did quite like it this way. He had his own corner in the world, didn’t need to worry about money, could eat delicious meals and could even discuss some scientific matters with a few other enlightened individuals. And the prize for winning the game was even more tempting. Just imagine how much quicker he could develop his project with all this cash.

♡— Despite all the focus on his own dreams and scientific infatuations, Luca didn’t stray from engaging in interactions with other people. He’s certainly considered as one of the friendliest and most cheerful people in here. Some wonder if anyone im here ever managed to get on his nerve. He’s just very tolerable towards most, if not all, however, clearly he feels most comfortable near people who are willing to listen to his info-dumps, or engage in smart conversations, ask questions and give suggestions. There weren’t much residents in the manor like this. Most are either uninterested or too weirded out, therefore the prisoner always appreciated the open minded ones.

♡— Sadly, Luca’s past whereabouts left a permanent scar on him, making him a little unaware to some social cues. This man can not pick up on someone being painfully visibly attracted to him. He assumes all people willingly interacting with him are either friendly or just curious. Luca likes showing off and exchanging ideas with his mentor Alva, asking Helena for advice and letting her touch all of his tools or projects, trying to connect nature with science together with Luchino, or even explaining his ideas to the suspiciously fascinated Florian.

♡— And then there was you. A person very shy, awkward even. Everyone didn’t mind your presence, you just existed in your own bubble, in silence. Sometimes, someone would try to include you in some conversation, and while you did appreciate the gesture you just couldn’t grasp why you felt so uncomfortable, barely able to form a meaningful sentence. That was until you first encountered a young, quite charming in his own way man personally. You instantly became fond of Luca Balsa. Something about him just radiated pure happiness. He genuinely wanted to talk with you, sensing your anxiety, and you have no idea whether it’s for better or worse, because, oh God - he made you feel butterflies in your stomach and needles in your heart. You’ve got a crush on the Oletus manor’s „Prisoner”.

♡— You didn’t know what to do. The newly discovered feelings for the boy made your anxiety far more intense than it already was. Something in your head just screamed to not get too attached, after all, this is Luca Balsa we’re speaking of, he most likely doesn’t view you as anything else but a companion in matches. But, of course, the heart always does whatever it wants, ignoring the brain. That’s how you found yourself standing in front of his dorm doors, reflecting on if it’s alright for you to knock on them. What if he’s too busy right now and you’re just going to be a burden? This was a part of your mastermind plan - try to get into his interests and become a closer friend, and then…. maybe the friendship could bloom onto something else? You were in deep wonder, unaware that the doors are now open and Luca was waving his hand in front of your face. Earth to you.

♡— Either way, you spent some quality time with him together. He was very pleased to hear that you wanted to find out more about his projects and shared several insights related to his future plans. His dorm felt oddly cozy. You didn’t even realize that visiting Luca became some sort of a habit of yours, entering his workplace nearly on a daily basis - it made you forget about all the atrocities you witnessed during the bloody games. His voice was so soft and gentle, his eyes beamed as you kept asking questions about what is he doing right now. Luca felt so glad to elaborate and ramble about his passion. He’d even offer you to help him, giving you simple tasks as asking you to bring a certain tool. He was well aware of your shyness, so he was as understanding as he could, not forcing anything onto you. One day, Luchino teasingly called you „Luca’s little assistant”. The intense colour of your cheeks spoke for itself. You were head over heels.

♡— Quickly enough, your small acts of kindness turned into something way more serious. At one point, you felt like Luca’s own caretaker, because he was literally too absorbed in his work to pay attention to his own well-being. After you began frequently assisting him in not only helping to build some programs, you just took care of his needs. While Luca would love to stay up all night and didn’t like when people complained about it, oddly enough, he didn’t hesitate to tuck himself into his bed after you offered the prisoner too. You made sure he went outside and ate enough. Simple gestures like that were your own way of showing him affection, as you were too shy to be verbally affectionate.

♡— The whole situationship was now taking way too long. You were absolutely crazy over Luca, while he viewed you as a good friend and a fast learning companion. Everyone could tell you were following him like a lost puppy outside of matches, and he didn’t mind it at all. You just wished he would finally pick up on your real intentions, but at the same time you felt worried. What if he won’t talk to you anymore? What if there will be weird tension between the both of you if you confess? On one ordinary day, you were sitting by his desk as always, silently reading the notes hanged on the cork board while Luca came to you and asked to help him draw a technical sketch in his work notebook, to which you agreed to. After months of practice in his dorm you already knew how to properly draw a project on a piece of paper with accurate proportions - yet this certain sketch was new to you, you weren’t quite sure how to do it. That’s when Luca held your hand and guided it, helping you be more precise, and what an amazing, ecstatic feeling it was, his hand contained a specific, electric even, feeling on top of that. You blushed so hard you were surprised Luca didn’t even notice, but you knew you can’t be with him this way. You were hurting yourself by not telling the truth.

♡— This is how you found yourself sitting on Lucas’s desk, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers after telling the prisoner to listen for a minute. The whole thing was so stressful you can barely remember anything from that moment, not sure if it’s because of your own anxiety or if it’s the curse of this wicked place you’re stuck in. Either way, your confession to him was probably the most awkward one this Manor has ever seen - and it certainly saw a lot. Luca was surprised he didn’t manage to connect the dots for so long. He was focused on all the wrong things and failed to notice your affection towards him. Those were a few painful months, but he was going to make sure you know he appreciates all the help, not only on the projects, but also helping him take care of himself. Luca asked you for permission to kiss you while holding your hand, which you agreed to, feeling happy like never, making all your shyness go away for once… which did not last long, as Florian entered the room without knocking, making a loud „EWW” sound. Luca was going to make sure no one will interrupt you, scribbling something about a doorbell in his notebook right after kissing you like his life depended on it. Turns out, Luca Balsa now has found something to look forward to in his life other that science and innovative inventions - which was you.

Thank you for your request anon… i hope you can read this fic in the afterlife at least… anyways this my first time writing a fic for a character i’m not very familiar with. I tried to be as accurate as i could so i’m sorry if it’s ooc 😭 anyways it’s 2am now… idv x reader tag how are you doing on this lovely summer night

[mykoreanlove]

new love, old fears

„Y/N, open the fucking door. Now!“, Jackson pounded relentlessly against the bathroom door.

You had fled after the latest argument, cowering in a pretentious shell of protection. His voice was laced with desperation, one agonised plea after another.

„Baby“, he whispered softly.

You choked on your tears, unable to speak. Paralysed by your fear.

He’s going to leave me.

You noticed a loud thud against the door, Jackson sat down on the other side.

„Do you really think I’m going to leave you?“

He paused, hoping for an answer. More tears streamed down your face, you tasted the saltiness on your lips.

„Baby, I’ve waited all of my life for you. I’ve waited a lifetime to find you. You, y/n. And now that I finally have you, I won’t let you go that easily. Do you hear me?“

You heard his jewellery clinging, he always gestured heavily when trying to make a point. Jackson sighed in annoyance, carefully choosing his next words.

„I get that you have made negative experiences in the past. All those fuckers before me used you. For attention, or sex. All of them left when they didn’t need you anymore but baby I’m not like that. I need you. All of you.“

His voice was sincere, tugging at your heart.

„I understand why you’re sabotaging us. Sabotaging Me. But you don’t have to. For me there’s only you. The good, the bad, I don’t care.“

A small scoff escaped your lips. How could he not care?

The whole apartment was dead silent, your scoff audible for him as well.

„What you don’t believe me? Baby, your flaws are so minuscule that I don’t even recognize them as such. Of course you’re not perfect, nobody is. But you’re perfect for me.“

Ever since you met Jackson he was able to make you feel things, things you haven’t felt in a lifetime. Butterflies lived in your stomach, heat waves rushed through your veins. His brown eyes knew exactly what effect they had on you. He was a sincere man, reliable and affectionate. His words matched his actions, his love penetrated your soul.

And yet, you were terrified of him.

„Y/N“, he carefully whispered.

You leaned closer to the door, needing him closer as well.

„Baby, my heart is yours. From the moment you smiled at me, it was yours. I gave it you, voluntarily. Please, don’t make me regret this.“

You fell to your knees and sobbed again.

„But what if we fight again?“, you asked in desperation.

Jackson’s eyes lit up as you finally spoke.

„So what? Baby, every couple fights. Hell, I don’t even remember what our last fight was about. But there’s one thing you need to understand.“

„And what’s that?“

„It’s you and me against the problem. Not you against me, baby. I’m always on your side. If you let me.“

You’ve never heard those words before. You were used to break up texts or ghosting, but never to this. Could you really trust him?

„It’s just a thought, y/n. You’re letting yourself be terrorised by a thought. What if Jackson leaves me?“

Hearing him verbalise your deepest fear stung, yet he was right.

He gave you no reason to doubt him, nor his love. Yet, you couldn’t stop doing it.

„What if I don’t? What if this works out forever? What if I made you my wife? What if we lived happily ever after? What if every stupid fight made our bond stronger? What if, y/n?“

Jackson fell back as you slowly opened the door. He kept laying on the floor, looking at you with concerned eyes. His brows were furrowed, a tell tale sign of his worry for you. And your love.

You got down on your knees and hovered over him, your lips almost touching.

„Thank you for opening the door“, he silently whispered.

„Thank you for understanding“, you muttered under your breath.

Jackson’s arm shot up and grabbed you by your neck, slowly pulling you down to him.

He kissed you tenderly, letting you know that he meant every word he said.

„You really are my greatest blessing, y/n“, he muttered in between kisses.

„And my biggest headache“, he teased.

[sovksluv]

soft sounds from another planet - chapter 1

🪐 . pairing - twelve y/o!Luke Castellan x twelve y/o!fem!reader au

🪐 . summary - who knew a walk in the park would leave you longing for someone who you had no idea you’d ever see again?

🪐 . includes - sadness, baby Luke, May Castellan my baby

🪐 . word count - 2,021 😭

🪐 . series taglist - @sarhrts @mayaahhs @mischiefmoons

🪐 . pjo taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303

🪐 . now playing - Soft Sounds From Another Planet by Japanese Breakfast

🪐 . a/n - chapter one of the series !! comments and reblogs are appreciated, i love talking to you guys ! &lt;3

🪐 . series masterlist

fallen leaves crunched under your feet, your shaky legs wobbling with exhaustion. the cool autumn air breathlessly flowed through your bones, chilling you to the core. warm hues of august’s blazing sunset casted an ethereal glow on you as you walked, illuminating the breathtaking features that littered your face.

you took uneven steps, which matched your quaking breaths. your fingers flowed delicately through the leaves of the bushes surrounding you. you silently admired the beauty of it all; of all the perfectly woven thorns and petals that equally occupied the bushes. of the few brightly tinted leaves that still stuck strong to their beloved trees. of the precious butterfly families that always find their ways back to each other.

it’s cruel. how everything around you continues on, without a care in the world. without the knowledge that you weren't privileged enough to enjoy things like they did. you tried to focus on the beauty of the scene around you. happy families walking and laughing with each other, leaves falling from their semi-bare trees, birds singing beautifully to their dearest loved ones. maybe taking a picture would successfully etch it into your mind.

it’s unfair. you desperately yearn for the love you sense in the air. for the security that those around you can feel in their own homes. it’s not fair that their habitat has become a refuge for you; to escape from the house called ‘home.’ you felt safe in the masked delicacy of the park. the cherished home of the unique insects and plants. 

the sun had traveled further down since the start of your walk, but still gave you the same warm feeling from before. you kept your head pointing to the ground, your eyes traced the path you created. up ahead of you was an empty bench. It sat quietly and unbothered under a tree, which strategically blocked the sun from where you’d sit, while also allowing a slight glow to beam down on it.

in your mind, you had already claimed the bench before you even got to it. and when you were close enough to sit on it, you chose the spot right in the middle, hoping your choice would show those around that you’d prefer to stay alone. you leaned against the backrest of the bench. there was a distant look in your eyes, not truly focused on one thing.

a dim, empty hue flooded your eyes and a solemn look heavily rested upon your intricate features. you basked in the sweet sound of the rustling trees. there was a slight pounding in your head, the result of the sobs that frantically wracked through your body prior to your walk. your strong emotions pathetically left your nose runny and eyes puffy. 

the scene that played itself before you in the last hour weighed down all that was left in your heart. the great being that controlled your life roughly pulled on the few strings connecting your heart to your mind. it made your insides feel heavy and achy, leaving your mind an irreversible, trashed mess.

you focused your eyes back to the scene before you. fewer people stood around than before, most having left at the newer darkness that had formed. there was no one that really stood out to you. your eyes glazed over all your surroundings, quickly pausing at things that you found most intriguing. the final stop was at the bench across the park from you, though you were unable to tear your eyes away.

sat at said bench, mirroring you, was a boy. from afar he seemed he could be your age, yet it was still hard to tell. he, too, sat in the middle of his bench. you couldn’t see his face well, but you could see most of him. though he was sitting, he looked to be somewhat tall. he had dark curls and a blurry face you wish you could see up close.

you wouldn't dare go up to him, though. afraid you’d scare him off with your rough voice and red eyes. with your decision held firm in your mind, you still allowed yourself to shamelessly stare at him. how could someone so physically far from you feel so emotionally close? you had an inexplicably deep desire to know him. To understand why he was here. or how he seemed to be the one thing you needed that was there right when you needed him.

you got so lost in your desires to know this mystery boy that you failed to notice how you caught his attention. you were brought back to the present, eyes meeting his far ones. you should've been embarrassed, being caught staring at a boy you’ve never met, yet you weren’t. it just made you want to talk to him even more. 

your shared eye contact stayed strong. neither of you chose to be the one to break it. that’s what you thought, until he stood up. he was tall. he made careful, hesitant steps towards you, assuming you shared the same interest in him as he did you. you were intrigued, and him nearing you made your odd desires to know him grow rapidly. so you stood up as well, elegantly flowing towards him. 

you and the boy met each other in the middle, what was barely left of the sunset lit up his features beautifully. he looked like a god. the light illuminated the glowing gold specks in his brown eyes. he had a scar of a hero that ran down his right cheek. his raven hair curled perfectly in all possible directions. there was a mystifying, ethereal beauty to him, one that you could spend forever observing. 

nothing was awkward between you. it felt as if you’d known him all your life. it felt like you had lived a whole lifetime with him, yet in this one, you don't even know his name. a new feeling washes over you, one so unfamiliar that you struggle to put it into words. you feel like just by being in his presence, you’re more protected than you’ve ever been.

around this boy, whom you ‘just met,’ you felt an indescribable tug. like the being controlling your heartstrings had intricately tied them to his, entrusting him to protect your heart in ways you’d never imagine you deserved. and you did deserve it. one day he’d show you just how much you did.

“i’m Luke,” he muttered, it was barely above a whisper. however, your close proximity allowed for his quiet words to be clearly understood. his voice was soft and soothing. the delicate strum of his vocal cords physically calmed you. they sent a strong wave of reassurance through you, ridding you of all your previous worries. 

you finally told him your name, and you swear you saw his eyes gleam even more. in admiration? curiosity? there was an unspoken connection that sat comfortably between you two, buzzing with delight. you didn’t even need to speak and still there was so much being said.

neither of you seemed to have an actual conversation to start, both just wanting to be in the presence of the other. he softly smiled at you, his pearly white teeth flashing by in a blink. he had small dimples on both cheeks. his smile, his dimples and his bright eyes ignite something in you, making your head feel fuzzy.

he awkwardly glanced around you guys, taking a calm breath and beginning to talk, “why are you sitting here all alone? you look upset.” you felt his burning gaze as he watched you, awaiting your answer, but you hadn’t returned it. he whispered your name, catching your full attention. your eyes met his. they were full of patience and interest, allowing you to say only what you needed to. 

“just- needed to get away, i guess.” he nodded understandingly at your words, knowing that you may not want to share anything else. from an outside view, you two must’ve looked strange, standing in the middle of the park sharing a few words with each other. but between the two of you, it was so much more. 

Luke didn’t push you, didn’t make you say more than you could. he waited for you to talk to him, to trust him. a comfortable wave of silence washed over, so much was being expressed just from the eye contact you guys made, and the smiles you shared. 

you hadn’t noticed that Luke wasn’t the only one presenting a smile, but he did. a breathtaking smile was plastered on your lips, creases formed in the corner of your eyes, which shone with a feeling that could only be described as feeling alive. you felt like all your problems were small and stupid. when Luke was around, he acted like a true guard of your heart. protecting you from all that burdened and weighed you down.

your body moved on autopilot as you found the words you had been searching for, you were just on the brink of uttering them. “Luke!” his attention was torn away from you at the call, his head darted behind him. a slim woman with long, dark hair, who you assumed was his mother, stood at one of the entrances, waving her arm, beckoning him towards her.

he waved back, possibly a signal for ‘one minute.’ a dreadful feeling flooded your insides, sprouting from your stomach and spreading rapidly. it hit your heart first, and you felt the warm sensation of his silent protection fading away. all you could do was stand and watch the comfort you felt slowly seep from within you.

he looked back at you again, but his smile had shrunk. now, he looked at you with remorse, not missing the emptiness that formed in the dark parts of your eyes. he took pity, understanding the reasons behind your poorly hidden feelings. he still didn't push, however, not wanting to pile on the growing pressure that was filling your heart.

“you have to go?” he sighed. and he waited for the silence to answer your question. it did. he still looked at you, though, as you did him. you tried to not let any emotion on your face, it’s not his fault that he has to leave, and it's not fair to blame him. neither wanted to be the one to walk away first, but he knew it would have to be him. his mother was waiting. he couldn’t keep his mother waiting.

he flashed a dim smile, “it was nice meeting you.” he tried to ease the quiet, hoping it would give back that comfort, even for a small time. you lowly grinned, offering the young boy your hand, “will I ever see you again, Luke?” gears turned in his head as he pondered the question. Luke smiled, answering your question with a nod as he shook your hand. his was warm, and comforting, and it gave you a pinch of comfort that quickly disappeared as he pulled away.

then, he said his goodbyes, walking back over to the woman at the entrance. the woman who smiled brightly at his arrival, wrapping her arm around him and playfully ruffling his hair. you couldn’t tear your eyes from the acts of affection playing in front of you, sending hurtful pangs straight to your heart. the strings felt like they were being forcefully tugged on with no remorse.

Luke had glanced back at you, hoping to make eye contact with you one last time. but your back was already facing him as you walked away, footsteps heavy. Luke didn’t know what you had to go home to. he didn’t know that you yearned for what he had with his mother. but he didn’t have to know.

you had barely been gone for a few minutes, escaping into the darkness of the woods, yet Luke already missed you, wishing he could be back in your comforting presence once again. you cherished the new, euphoric feeling he gave you, the soft sounds that played from him. 

the soft sounds from his planet that lit the dim lights on yours.

© sovksluv 2024 , please do not repost or translate my work !

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ jeonghan edition

member: yoon jeonghan genre: fluff, bullet points, established relationship word count: 668 summary: jeonghan's boyfriend things <3 warnings: none! author's note: i totally forgot to write this oops but heeeey it's done and it's jeonghan's turn! school has been a lot so i'm sorry that I haven't been posting as much </3 I'm trying to write more in my free time so we'll see :O

I feel like Jeonghan would be the “silent boyfriend”

Jeonghan gives the perfect college boyfriend vibes and I love that for him idk

Quality Time 

Jeonghan slays so hard at quality time

As I said, Jeonghan gives college bf vibes and it’s totally because of his love of quality time! 

When you are doing work, he’d totally agree to sit with you somewhere on campus or in a local cafe to study with you and help you memorize terms for your next exam! 

If you don’t go to school, he’d totally help you with your work projects too!!!

If you don’t have work projects either, he’d just be there for you if you are having a rough day, just as someone to lean on and to listen to you talk <3 

He’s so caring I love him

He would also definitely love to go on night walks with you when it’s late! He would totally find a spot where y’all can see the stars and take you there so you can stargaze and share some snacks 

Words of Affirmation 

Jeonghan is totally a “sweetie” or “baby” kind of guy and you cannot change my mind about it at all 

I can imagine Jeonghan coming home from a long practice or something and finding you in the living room. He’d sit next to you on the couch and lean against you and be all like, “Hi baby, how was your day?” 

(I’d actually scream pls) 

He would always say sweet things to you like “I missed you, baby” or “I love spending time with you” aaaaaa 

Jeonghan is a compliment machine so never think he would keep his thoughts to himself 

“Sweetie, I love the outfit you wore the other day! It looked perfect on you” 

(sobbing) 

Physical Touch

Jeonghan obsessed with little or light touches 

Loves holding hands when you’re waiting in line for something, or resting his hand on your knee when you’re sitting together on public transport 

And of course don’t forget about the back hugs when you’re doing something like dishes, brushing your teeth or literally just standing and texting your friend back

Head pats !!! Loves just patting your head and combing through your hair slightly

Y’all would be the couple that I strive to be a part of in my dreams 

Just imagine Jeonghan being a cuddly bf :( 

Acts of Service 

Helping you brush and do your hair!!! He definitely knows how to braid so imagine all the cool stuff he could do 

And if you have short hair, don’t fear: he’s got the butterfly clips all prepared just to be silly 

Definitely helps you with chores when you are busy or need to just take a break from existing 

Likes driving you places, even if you are a better driver and also enjoy driving 

He just likes making sure you get places safely and also don’t have to stress yourself out from how bad the traffic can be 

He also just likes letting you be in control of his radio 

Gift Giving 

He would totally go to your favorite cafe or bakery in the morning and get your favorite treat and bring it back while you’re still sleeping so when you wake up, you get something amazing from him !!!

Spoils you all the time but instead of it being jewelry or something expensive, he just gets you small trinkets 

Totally buys you pins for your bag when he goes literally anywhere 

Also loves to get you little decorations for your place: including stuffed animals, one being an extremely soft lamb that you decided to name Mareep, like the Pokemon

Now, for something like holidays and your birthday, he would get something more sentimental, like matching bracelets or something!!! 

He would want to get something for the both of you that he can still wear during practice, photoshoots and when he’s filming literally anything

Even if the audience doesn’t know what it symbolizes, he would know and that's very soft boyfriend of him <3

[ittybittyowls]

Age Regressor!Amity Headcanons

Amity started age regressing shortly after she got into highschool, as that’s when her mom really started being strict(er) on her.

She spends a lot of time at the library so she found out about it in a book she read.

Her regression is mostly voluntary and rarely ever involuntary, and after a couple months she stopped denying herself of her regression.

When it’s involuntary she yells and doesn’t want to be touched for the beginning of it, but shortly after she quietly sobs and asks someone to hold her. She usually sleepy very quickly afterwards.

When it’s voluntary she makes sure to plan out all the little gear she might want, and she prefers to play on the floor rather than on a bed.

She regresses to around 0-4, and usually stays around the younger age. She prefers to use bottles and pacifiers and needs constant attention from whoever is watching her. She doesn’t like to be alone, even if it’s just ten minutes.

Her favorite items are a soft lilac blanket with cat patterns, and a small butterfly plush. She also loves crinkly-toys and anything that makes quiet soft sounds. (She does not like electric toys)

She’s a lot more shy when she’s little and is easily embarrassed, usually only giving mall babbles as a response.

Amity loves watching interactive shows that ask her questions, though she never really answers them.

She also loves face paint when she’s 3-4, and asks Luz to paint on her all the time. Sometimes she asks to be painted like a cat to match her palismen.

Speaking of, Amity’s palismen cuddles with her the entire time she’s little. Sometimes they have staring contests that result in Amity giggling and losing.

Her primary caregivers are Ed and Em, but eventually they stopped being as available and she asked Luz to be her CG.

She loves having play dates with one of her siblings or little Luz.

[pedriswife]

one about gavis yellow card he got? maybe some angst to smut 🫶🏼🫶🏼

love ur writing btw!!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Warning! Smut ahead (thank you so much anon🫶🏼) part 2

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"Fucking referee! Gave me a yellow card, and now I can't play in the next match!" Gavi yelled, throwing his backpack on the sofa, his anger still evident even now when you were already back home from the match.

He was in a huff the entire ride home, his anger going through his veins, his teeth gritted as he tried to control himself.

"Pablo, look, the match is over now. Stop beating yourself up. It's not gonna make things any better. It's time to move on, come on now, " you said, but trying to reason with an angry Pablo was clearly something that wasn't easily done.

"You don't understand! This match is important and I fucked it up! Stop trying to make me feel better because it's just not gonna work, " he yelled back however immediately shutting his mouth as he watched your face drop, tears threatening to fall as you just shook your head, deciding to go to bed.

Your tears fell freely as you stripped out of your clothes only to put on your pjs and going straight under the covers, where you sobbed into the pillow.

Pablo was still in the living room, mentally hitting himself for what he's just done, deciding that the best thing to do was to go up and apologise.

"Y/n? Are you asleep?" He asked, taking in your figure under the sheets, unsure of whether he's gonna get a response or not. He sat down next to you, seeing that your eyes were closed, but your eyelids were fluttering, showing him that you were indeed still awake.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I just lost control and I didn't mean to take it out on you" he explained, stroking your hair as you finally opened your eyes, looking up into his soft ones, sorrow visible in them.

"Will you forgive me?" He asked, his own eyes watering up, not knowing whether he's gone too far this time with his anger.

You nodded, pulling him in under the cover with you, engulfing him in a needed hug as he kissed you, all his love poured into the kiss.

"Let me make this up to you," he whispered against your lips, deepening the kiss as his tongue entered your mouth. You complied, giving him access as his hands roamed over your body, playing with the hem of your night dress. He gently pulled the garment off as he took in the sight of your naked body in front of him, licking his lips, his mouth now placing butterfly kisses over your neck and chest watching as your back arched at the action.

Your hands roamed over his still clothed figure, him getting the gist as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, his joggers soon following leaving him only in his boxers.

His fingers made their way to your soaking core, spreading the juices before entering two digits inside of you, swallowing your gasps as his mouth was on yours once again. He slowly moved them inside of you, curling them up as they hit your g spot, feeling your body writhe in pleasure.

"So pretty princesa, so pretty on my fingers," he murmured against you, his words only having more of an effect on you, his name leaving your mouth as a prolonged moan.

He gave a few more thrusts before taking out his fingers, your whine heard throughout the room at the loss, before you grabbed at his boxers, tugging them to take them off his body.

He smirked at your neediness, throwing the boxers down to the floor where the rest of the clothes lay, taking his cock into his hand and giving it a few harsh tugs, precum already leaking out.

"Pablo - please," you gasped out, wanting to feel him inside of you.

"As you wish bonita," he said before entering you, a groan on his lips as your back arched off the bed, moaning out his name as your fingers scratched down his back.

He set a gentle pace, his usual roughness after a match long gone as his hand gripped your hips, gently pushing your body down along on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him more access as his cock now repeatedly hit your g spot, the position leaving your mouth gaping open as moans spilled out of it, the sound of skin slapping dominating the room.

He watched watched as your body responded to him, gasping into your ear as your core clenched around him.

"Pablo, ki - kiss me" you moaned out, wanting to feel his lips on your again, him complying with your wish and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue moving against yours as the two of you gasped into each other mouths, the pleasure overcoming your bodies.

Seeing how close you were, he reached his hand down to your clit, rubbing against it in a figure of eight, taking in the state of your flushed body and red lips, the sound of your moans being the music to his ears.

You came, your orgasm overtaking your body as you soaked his cock, your nails definitely leaving scratch marks on his back. He rode you out through your orgasm, coming inside of you as well, groaning into the air as his hips stuttered.

The two of you caught your breaths, Pablo pulling your legs down to rest them on the bed as he lied next to you on his side, stroking through your hair as you smiled up at him.

"Am I forgiven princesa?" He genuinely asked, watching for any signs of change in your face.

"I don't know Gavira, maybe one more round, and we'll see," you joked, him laughing along before getting serious again, kissing over your chest and down your body, stopping on the inside of your thighs.

"I'm famished princesa, how about I have a bit of a treat huh? He said, before licking a stripe across your folds, your sensitive pussy bucking up into his face.

[senoraackerman]

You & Nanami dating HC’s

If I had to do Gojo, I have to do Nanami as well. It’s the law

WARNINGS: none

•My babygirl nanami

•So kind and thoughtful

•Will ask you to tie his tie for him

•Eats you out anyday, everyday (go see my nanami pleasing you hc’s 🤭 *shameless promo*)

•Will buy you the thing you told him about months ago

•HE REMEMBERS 😩

•Loves writing you letters in your lunch bag before you go to work

•A little “hey hun, I hope work goes good. I love you- N”

•Tell me that is NOT so cute

•Y’all always talk things through when you both argue

•He doesn’t like ending things on a bad note

•Worsens your addiction of reading

•He will buy you any book you want.

•You both read the same books and write annotations on it, before switching to see what you wrote

•Loves when you draw little things on his newspaper (minus the penis you drew on the cartoon section. He did not find that funny. He is making sure you don’t hang out with Gojo anymore)

•You send him voice notes randomly. It can literally be “I’m taking a shit. Don’t call me”

•He sends a voice note back “Thanks for letting me know. I won’t enter the restroom when I come back from work.”

•Bro it ain’t even smell that bad wtf 😭

•Loves watching documentaries with you

•Especially the discovery channel on Disney plus (another shameless promo of my “going to the zoo with nanami hc”)

•You are his wallpaper. You happen to be looking at a painting in the art museum

•He is your wallpaper. Him being bombarded with butterflies from the date you guys went on a while ago

•Boosts your delusions

•“Did you see the way she looked at me?”

•Homie AGREES “Yeah, that was strange. What’s her problem?”

•Likes having painting dates with you.

•You painted a cute little snake and he painted a piece of bread. (Why’d his lowk look good…..)

•Will get you a blanket of your celebrity crush. Hands it to you all nonchalantly.

•Chris Evans blanket?

•Tell me why you both sleep with it 😭

•Will watch you play video games on your PlayStation

•Gets you another blanket of your crush on it

•Ghost from COD

•You ask him to cosplay as Ghost, not expecting he would actually do it as a surprise.

•The mask stays ON

•Makes the bed every morning

•Buys you your favorite snacks

•Matching Pjs because I said so

•Loves watching soccer matches with you; loves seeing you all angry at the tv (he finds it funny but doesn’t tell you that cause you will whoop him)

•Likes when you teach him your culture

•Spanish lessons? Yes 100% for you

•Dressed up with you to watch the Barbie movie

•You’re everything, he’s just ken.

•This is why nanami is SO babygirl.

•Ugh I love him

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A/N:

Requests are open! Please feel free to say something

The way this has more HC’s than gojos. I can’t help it, I’m a Nanamin stan by default.

Also these are the blankets I had in mind

IM SOBBING AT THE GHOST ONE WHY HE LOOK LIKE THAT

[sweetpascal]

: : chapter two : :

series masterlist

summary: bill and frank take matters in their own hands when it comes to their daughter being unhappy.

warnings: kids being shitheads, (TW) bullying, (TW) homophobia, nightmares, fatherly cuddles

word count: 2.3k

FEBRUARY 2004

Everything was too loud, too bright, too cold, too everything. The other classmates couldn’t stop talking and scream-laughing while the teacher at the desk did absolutely nothing to quiet down the class. You sat in the third row from the far back left, near the windows overlooking the fields. There was a small tap at the back of your head, and then another, and another. Small balls of paper crowded the ground. The kids behind you wouldn’t stop; you didn’t know why. Hushed giggles and mumbles made you want to disappear. Then, you heard it. A small psst behind your shoulder. You jerked in your seat and turned around with furrowed brows.

Two boys and one girl–Dennis, Nick, and Georgia. For some reason, they’ve picked on you since you first stepped foot in this elementary school. Third grade has been especially tough because of the infamous three.

“Isn’t it true you have two dads?” Dennis snickered while the other two full on belly laughed.

“Yeah, so?” You shrugged. You don’t exactly understand why it’s funny that you have two daddies. Even if you didn’t come from them directly, they loved you deeply and gave you a happy home and yummy food and warm clothes.

“Are you, like, an orphan or something?” Georgia sneered at her, her red hair and freckles matching her devilish personality. “Did your mommy dump you on their doorstep because she didn’t want you anymore?”

Warmth made its way from your neck, all the way to your cheeks. There was a tremble in your hands and an uneasy knot in your stomach.

“My daddies say it’s none of your business!”

Trying to stick up for yourself has always been unsuccessful when it came to these three, but it was worth a shot. They laughed in your faces; Dennis slapping the desk while Georgia pointed at you in mockery.

“Well, my daddy says that your daddies are going to hell because it’s a sin,” Nick tells you, a stupid smirk playing on his dry lips. “They’re gonna burn in hell.”

“Stop it!” You cried out, thick tears filling your eyes as your bottom lip wobbled.

“She’s crying! Look at her!” Georgia cackled. “The little orphan crying!”

When you turned back around in your chair with your warm tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, biting down hard on your lip to hold in your cries of anguish. Behind you, they still mocked and laughed. There was a small tug on one of the braids Daddy did for you with a cute little pink butterfly hair clip. The bell rang and you hurried to grab your small Care Bears backpack. Your classmates rushed out as it was finally time for lunch. The handle of your lunchbox was clutched in your tiny fist, until it wasn’t. Nick had snatched it out of your hands, dangling it above your head as you tried jumping it to yank it from his grip.

“Give it back, Nick!” You yelped and went to jump up again before a hand shoved you back; it was Georgia, with Dennis standing close behind like a follower.

“Looks like itty bitty Y/N got a sweet little note from her daddy… or maybe it was the other daddy?” Nick cackled. Other kids just walked by as you were crowded by the three in a corner. Frustrated tears filled your eyes once again.

“Stop being such a big baby!” Georgia swatted at your arm that was exposed from your t-shirt. You yelped and choked on a sob as you rubbed the spot she smacked.

As Nick went to unfold the note Daddy had written you, there was a sudden burst of courage that exploded within you. Suddenly, you leap forward, both hands grabbing onto Nick’s wrist to dislodge the note from his cold hands. He grunts and yanks back, but you follow. The more worked up you got, the stronger your grip was.

“Let… go!”

As you tugged back for the final time with all your might, you missed sight of Nick smirking at Georgia and Dennis. Then suddenly, his hands shot up and collided with your face, specifically your nose. Blinding, white hot pain shot all throughout your face. With a shriek of agony, you fell to the floor on your knees and covered your face with both hands. Your nose was throbbing, you couldn’t see anything through your thick tears. Why are your hands wet? What’s going on? Why is it red? Drip, drip, drip.

You pull your hands away and they’re stained with your blood. Finally, you let out a scream of terror that silenced everyone in the halls.

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Frank was in his art room when the phone rang. He wiped his charcoaled hands with a stained rag and hurried downstairs to answer it. It was the principal. And then suddenly, it felt as though he went deaf. The only words he could make out were daughter, blood, and screaming. His breathing became labored and the phone fell from his hand and onto the hardwood floors with a clatter. Bill heard the small commotion and curiously peeked his head in the foyer to see Frank breathing fast and heavy, his eyes crazed and wide.

“School. Now.” That was enough for Bill to leap into action, pull on his boots, and grab his and Frank’s coats before they both speed to the school in their truck.

Frank was the first one running into the main office. He frantically looked around and then saw his girl sitting on one of the benches with blood all over your denim overalls and dried blood on your hands and arms. Your hair was messy, face all blotchy from sobbing for what felt like eternity.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed out, and he watched as your head perked up at the sound of his voice.

“Daddy!” You started crying, arms outstretched and blood dried hands making grabby motions at him. “Daddy, Daddy!”

He falls to his knees and immediately pulls you into his arms. His arms, they felt like home in a person. Frank has always been the more affectionate father, while Bill was more verbally affectionate. Frank chokes on his own cries as he listens to his little girl crying and clinging onto him. Bill storms into the principal’s office like a bull in a china shop and slams the door behind him.

Frank slowly and gently pulls you away from his neck to get a better look at you. He makes a small tsk noise as he notices the swelling along the bridge of your nose. He hushes you quietly when you whimper and fuss in his arms.

“I don’t like it here, Daddy,” you hiccup, small fists holding onto his jacket with all your little might. “Take me home, please!”

Frank looks up at the small window on the door of the principal’s office. He can hear the deep gruffness of Bill’s voice and can see how he paces back and forth, arms waving everywhere like a madman. It’s one thing to piss off Bill, but it’s another to include his family in the mix.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. We’re gonna get Papa and then we’re gonna get you home, okay?” He gives your forehead a small kiss and moves your baby hairs away.

Suddenly, the door is snatched open. Bill storms out and the principal follows close behind, spewing angry remarks as he sneers at Frank. From the fuming rage in Bill’s eyes, he could only think that the conversation did not go as planned. With a small grunt, Frank lifts their daughter into his arms and Bill snatches your backpack and lunchbox from the principal’s hands.

“Gentlemen, don’t be so sensitive! Kids pick on each other all the time! It was just some rough play gone overboard. Kids make mistakes,” the principal gave both men a snide laugh.

You hid your face in Frank’s neck, whimpering softly when your nose brushed against the fabric of his jacket. You couldn’t hear what was being said due to your Papa using your jacket to cover your head. Then, there was movement and finally silence. Bill lightly strokes your small hand, sighing quietly to himself at the sight of dried blood. Him and Frank share a silent look, and then Bill nods at him. His lover nods back.

A decision has been made.

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APRIL 2004

You stood beside your Papa in his office behind his desk. He sits in the chair holding a sheet of your completed math problems with his reading glasses perched on his nose. One of your arms is slung around his broad shoulders. There’s only silence, aside from the rustling of papers.

“Hmm..” Bill hums out loud, glancing to the side as he watches you huff and squirm in your spot. He hides a smile as he lets out a ‘thinking’ hum, and you anxiously squirm again. “Well, just as I thought.” He puts the papers down along with his pen.

You look at him expectantly, wide eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. He hopes he never has to witness the disappearance of those emotions in your eyes.

“You did a good job, kiddo,” he says and hands you the papers, each math problem with a red checkmark next to them. “Next thing you know, you’ll be studying calculus."

You let out a small squeal of delight and give him a big hug and kiss on his bearded cheek. “Wait… what’s calculus?”

The way your head tilts in confusion has Bill laughing to himself, but it sounds more like a grumbling bear to you. Seeing how carefree you were in the comfort of your home with him and Frank teaching you on their own gave him some comfort as well. There were no more tears, no bruises on your small body from those rat-faced kids and the poisoned words that their parents spew in their child’s ears. No more fear. No more anxiety. Just peace and happiness with those that love her.

There was a knock at the door before Frank peeked his head in. “I hope I’m not interrupting the grading.”

“Daddy, look!” You dashed over to him with your paper held high, waving in front of his face. “Papa says I can do catalyst!”

Frank lets out a full belly laugh and scans the paper, check marks beside each problem. “Catalyst, huh?” He glances over at Bill over the paper and sees the softness in his eyes and the way his lips are formed into a barely there smile. He finally looks down at you, brushing your hair from your face as he says, “Honeybee, why don’t you wash your hands for dinner, okay?”

When you make a mad dash to the bathroom, Frank steps deeper into the room. Bill stands and makes his way over to his partner. They embrace each other, both letting out a long sigh of what sounded like relief. They can hear you singing your ABC’s as you thoroughly wash your hands. Bill hears a small sniffle coming from Frank. When they pull away, Bill wipes a tear on his lover’s cheek.

“Why the tears?” Bill mumbles softly, both hands holding onto the other man’s shoulders.

Frank shakes his head and lets out an embarrassing laugh as more tears trickle down into his beard. “I just love seeing her so happy,” his voice breaks and Bill swears he feels his heart grow. “She’s our honey girl, you know?”

Later that night, when everybody’s bellies were full, you somehow couldn’t sleep; tossing and turning, huffing and puffing. The time where you finally relaxed your body, it was your mind that traveled to the dark, scary place. In this dream, Daddy and Papa were screaming and pleading. They kept screaming and screaming, they just wouldn’t stop. And then, they were covered in cuts and bruises and blood. God, there was so much blood. Daddy looked at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear. “Wake up! Please, God, wake up! Now!”

You jolt awake, sweaty and breathing so heavy you feel like your lungs might collapse. Frantically looking around your room, the nightlight couldn’t cast enough glow. The shadows on your walls taunted you, mocking you and your fear. A whimper escapes before you could stop it. Grabbing your stuffed bunny, you hurry across the hall and slowly open the door.

In bed, Daddy and Papa sleep soundly. They’re both snoring quietly as you get closer to their giant bed. You’re on Daddy’s side, and you tap at his arm urgently.

“Daddy,” you whispered and looked over your shoulder to make sure the shadows didn’t follow you into the comfort of your fathers bedroom. When he didn’t wake up, you started shaking his arm even harder. “Daddy, wake up! Please!”

Frank awakes with a jolt. He sits up on his elbows in sleepy confusion. His hair is rumpled and he squints the sleep away as he looks around the room. He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sight of you standing beside his bed clutching onto your stuffed bunny he had gotten you for your first Christmas at home.

“Honeybee, what’re you doing up?” He whispers as to not wake up Bill, although the man sleeps like a hibernating bear.

You wiped at your eyes and frowned in a way that made Frank want to awww out loud. “I-I had a bad dream,” you whimper. “Can I sleep with you and Papa?”

Knowing that your first thought was to run to Frank (and Bill if he weren’t sleeping) had him smiling and laughing quietly. He pushes the covers away and lifts you into his arms before placing you between him and Bill. You make yourself comfortable and cuddle against Frank’s chest. The smell of your shampoo has him wrapping his arms tighter around your body.

“You’re safe now, honeybee,” he whispers, peering down at you as your eyes get more heavy and your breathing starts to even out. “I got you, sweet girl.”

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[prettyoatmeal]

Please please pretty please 🥹 can you please write While You’re Dating with Soap🥹 I’m dying reading those and can’t wait to read one with my boy Soap😭🥺♥️

John 'Soap' MacTavish Headcanons While You're Dating & How You Got There

I will so gladly. Thats all I need to say.

I love this man more than I love life itself.

Masterlist here!

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How You Got There

You two would be like bread and butter, or two peas in a pod, perhaps.

There'd be a well established friendship and maybe even a situationship, though you wouldn't be able to tell due to his playful and flirtatious personality.

Whether you're civilian or a 141 member, he'll always try to be with you regardless of what you're doing at the time.

He'd notice this about himself, how he always wants to be around you but he'd never think too much of it.

If you're part of the Task Force, you bet your sweet ass he'd be staring at you non-stop. No matter what you did, his eyes would be on you.

He wouldn't care much for being professional around you since you two were a couple of jokesters together anyway so the constant flirting was just a given.

He'd soon realise 'Oh shit, I actually kind of like them.'

His stomach would fill with butterflies every time you laughed at one of his jokes. It would cause his confident attitude to fall a little and make him a little bashful.

Despite his naturally flirty demeanour, he'd be pretty nervous to ask you out once he realised he had developed feelings. He wouldn't want to lose what he had with you prior as he would consider you as one of his best friends.

Simon was someone he knew he could always go to, but you were different. You matched his emotional nature which Simon normally kept hidden from others. He appreciated that about you.

You would always be together, everyone had assumed you two were dating already dating so when you'd say that you were just friends they'd be very skeptical.

It was so extremely obvious that you liked him and he liked you, but you were so scared of making things awkward between you two that neither of you had said anything.

Didn't really have his mind set on getting a partner before you, so when he fell, he fell HARD.

He would go to Simon many, many times just asking him for advice. His advice would always be 'Ask them out' but really, Johnny just wanted to be there to gush about you.

"I just think they're really pretty and I like how they smell and I want to be with them and make them feel safe and and and-"

And it would always end in him sobbing to Simon because he likes you so much and Simon would just stand there like

-_-

Because this has happened so many times now.

At that point, Simon himself would go up to you like

"Johnny's into you."

I feel like he'd ask you out in a silly way and pop it really unexpectedly. Like half-joke-ish but only half-joke-ish because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, Johnny, I didn't know what to get you so I got that takeaway you really like."

"No way! Kiss me right now."

"Bet."

"What-"

Insert makeout session.

Not even an official way to ask you, he's just silly like that.

No but genuinely, he probably would pull something like that so he could play it off as a joke or something if you found yourself uncomfortable.

Lucky for him, he didn't need to do that.

When It's Official

When you do make it official, Johnny would be the biggest sweetheart.

I feel like the honeymoon phase with him would never end as he'd always be so big on communication and talking things out that conflict and issues are sorted out before they've even begun.

Also because like

It's Johnny, no moment with him could ever be dull.

Early in the relationship there wouldn't be any awkwardness like there'd maybe be with other 141 members. Like I said, there'd be the pre-established friendship where you two were always together anyways.

John would be his same enthusiastic self.

Wouldn't 'take it slow' per se, but wouldn't rush into anything you'd ultimately be uncomfortable with.

The touchiness would become hugging, the hugging would become cuddling, the cuddling would become coddling.

Maybe not coddling, but he'd still be very protective of you. Can't have anything happening to his precious lover.

Would definitely buy you gifts and presents out of the blue.

"Dove, c'mere, look what I gots ya!"

And it would be the most beautiful pendant you've ever seen in your life.

"Johnny! How much did this cost you?"

"Oh, it was nothing, Darl! Let us put it on ya, hmm? Turn around."

One to spoil you, for sure, despite how many times you tell him to save his money instead.

"Nonsense!" he'd tell you.

Biggest pet names for him would be along the lines of Dove, Hen, Darling, Lass or Lad.

Big confident man so he loves showing you off to all your team mates.

Yeah, he scored YOU, the most gorgeous being in the world. How could he not show the world.

Not against PDA at all, he will so gladly hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist, letting everyone know you're off limits.

In public, he's very confident, but in private, he's a very emotional man.

Can't keep his hands off you, has to be touching you 24/7. Like a clingy dog. This makes him become very interested in everything you're doing, whether it be the least important or the most important thing in the world.

"Hey, Love, whatcha doin'? Can I join? Lemme just pop a squat right 'ere next to ya."

"Johnny, look here. It's called Sudoku, so you see-"

He's very restless when you're not with him or out with friends. He knows you can protect yourself but still, he worries a little.

Can become very whiney when you're occupied for too long without giving him attention.

"Mmggggg..."

"I know, Johnny, I'll come kiss you in a second."

He loves loves loves loves loves being babied.

Will do anything and everything to have you pull his face into your chest and cradle his head like that, running your fingers through his mohawk (it's surprisingly really soft).

Very big on using you as a pillow. Whether it be your chest, boobs, tummy, thighs, shoulder, ass, he will find a way to lean his head on you no matter what you're doing together. Especially on movie nights.

Like a big dog, thats what he reminds me of. Doesn't realise he's so big and sometimes a big heavy on you. But thats okay because he'd be like a weighted blanket in a way.

He 100% snores like

honk shoo honk shoo honk shoo honk shoo

At least you know your boy is sleeping soundly and finally getting the comfort he deserves.

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Part two? Who knows. Goodnight <3

[camille-lachenille]

Star-daughter 3/?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

* Elwing is not a doting mother, exactly, but she is fiercely protective of her family. She has lost too many people not to fight tooth and nails for the ones she has left. And so, when a Maia of Námo comes to her tower she holds her ground.

* She stands very straight in her doorway, barring the way to her family. Elwing isn’t short but the Maia is still a head taller than her; it doesn’t keep her from looking down at them.

* “What brings you here?” she asks, cold and sharp as the Grinding Ice.

* The Maia nods in greeting. I bring no ill news, daughter of Lúthien. Their voice is more thought than sound, wafting through Elwing’s mind like a cool mist.

* She glares at the messenger, waiting for them to get to the point. There is a reason Elwing avoids Maiar as much as she can, save for the followers of Ulmo; none of them can give a straight answer or speak plainly.

* My Lord Námo sends for you, the Maia says at last. To welcome someone back to life as their closest kind.

* Elwing’s icy facade cracks at the news and she digs sharp nails into her palms to keep her composure. “All of my kin on these shores lives here or on Tol-Eresseä,” she replies sharply. “The rest of them is beyond my reach until the breaking of the world, as it was made clear when I first came here.”

* The Maia tilts their head to one side, seemingly thoughtful despite their features being hidden by a deep hood. And yet there is one who seeks you. Lord Námo would have him re-embodied before too long for his Halls are not a place for young souls to dwell in forever. His mother is not ready to leave, so it falls to you to welcome your brother back.

* Elwing slams her door to the Maia’s face and crumbles to the floor. Her brother. Only one of them. She doesn’t even know which one.

* As she sobs where she fell, she wishes Eärendil to be there, for her mother who will not walks amongst the living again.

* Someone wraps a blanket around her shoulders, picks her up, gently sets her on the sofa with a cup of warm tea. Elwing breathes through her mouth, blows her nose with the proffered handkerchief. At last she drinks the tea and looks up at Finrod who gives her a small smile.

* “I cannot do it,” she tells him. He knows, somehow. He was probably hovering just out of sight while she faced the Maia, ready to come and help.

* Finrod sighs tiredly and sits beside her, pulls her in a warm hug. Elwing tucks her head under his chin like a child and focuses on matching his breaths. “It will be hard,” Finrod says at long last. “Hard and painful and ugly, but if someone can do it it’s you, my dear friend. And I will be just behind you to help, Elrodel and Amdir too if I know your children at all. And Huan loves looking after little ones.“

* He is right of course. Infuriatingly so. And so, Elwing nods and goes to pack for the journey to the gardens of Lórien where the newly returned wait for their kin. Finrod keeps the tower for her and writes to her children who are currently visiting friends on Tol-Eresseä.

* Elwing rides on Huan’s back and, if not for the painful feeling in her chest, she could feel like she was living one of her grandmother’s adventures. Or maybe Lúthien was just as terrified as she is when she rode to find Beren…

* Lórien is a beautiful place, but Elwing cannot find any peace there as she is led by a butterfly-Maia to the place her brother awaits for her. She still doesn’t know which one and she won’t ask.

* In her heart she fears what it means that only one of them is returned. Has she lost yet another loved one to Mortality? She would call it a curse if it was not such blasphemy to the memory of her grandmother.

* They come to a halt as Elwing sees the little boy sitting in a clearing, his bare feet in a bubbling stream. She presses a hand to her mouth to stifle her cry and compose herself. This cannot be her older brother, he is so small and young! And yet. And yet this one of her older brother, for he looks like he walked out of the few precious memories she has of her family.

* The butterfly-Maia flies around the boy, Eluréd or Elurín she still doesn’t know, and perches on his outstretched hand. They must have said something in his mind for her brother turns back and looks at her.

* “You are not my mum!” he says, distress clear on his round face. “The butterfly said family would come for me! I want my mum!” his voice trails up in a high pitched whine and his eyes fill with tears. Elwing carefully comes to sit in the grass, not too close to him.

* “I am not your mum, indeed,” she says as softly as she can, her best reassuring smile plastered on her face like a mask while her heart thunders in her chest. “I know you can’t recognise me because a lot of time has passed while you were in Mandos but I am Elwing, your sister.” Her brother stares at her, clearly disbelieving, and Elwing swallows the lump in her throat. She can do this. Finrod told her and he is nearly always right.

* She breathes deeply before continuing, her hands lying outstretched in the grass. “I know it’s hard to believe, I didn’t believe the Maia who told me to come here at first. But I know mother is still in the Halls, as is grandfather Elu, and I was the only one who could come for you…”

* Her brother looks down and kicks his feet in the water. “You can’t be Elwing! My sister’s a baby!” he cries, voice trembling despite his anger. “I wasn’t in Mandos for that long and, anyway, I hate this place! I want to go home with mum and dad!” He is crying for good now, tears streaming down his face and shoulders shaking with heavy sobs.

* Elwing looks up at the leaves fluttering in the breeze, trying not to burst into tears herself. She is the adult here, and it is her role to comfort a distressed child; no matter the child is her older brother. She wishes for Eärendil to be here with her, for Finrod, anyone. But she has to do this alone.

* “I want to go home too,” she says slowly. “But sometimes we can’t have what we want and have to be very brave about it. Do you remember when we had to move from grandad and grandma’s house to Menengroth? I was very small then and don’t remember much but I remember you took my hand and told me we were going on an adventure and I had to be brave about it.”

* The old, old memory hurts as she recalls it from the deepest corner of her memory and yet it soothes something in her at the same time. It feels like she is comforting her past self as well as her brother.

* Her brother looks up, face blotchy from crying and a strange expression on his face. “That’s Elurín who told you that,” he says. “I was looking for good sticks to make swords with so we could protect you. But you’re all grownup now and… and I want to go home with Elurín!”

* It is Eluréd then, Elwing notes as she leans toward her brother with her arms wide open. He throws himself at her, sobbing and leaving a wet, snotty spot on her shoulder. Elwing hugs her brother tightly, unable to hold her own tears back anymore.

* "I wish Elúrin was here too. I wish we were never parted, El,” she whispers in his soft silver hair. Where was her second brother? Did he choose the Gift of Men too? Is he sundered from her forever? She locks these thoughts away with her old grief for her father and for her son.

* “I can’t bring mum and dad back, nor our home, but I can show you my home now,” Elwing says at last. “I have children and friends who will be very happy to meet you.”

* Eluréd looks up at that. “You’ve got children?” he asks with wide eyes. At her nod he makes a face. “That means you got married! Ewww!” he cries.

* Elwing can’t help her sudden burst of laughter, loud and shrill. A flock of birds flies off from the tree above them as she laughs. “Oh, I reassure you, I’m not doing kissy-faces at Eärendil all day long! In fact, my husband is often away, but that is a long story. I will tell you all about him and our children on our way to my house. Now, why don’t we go to the edge of the gardens and eat something?”

* They walk out of Lórien as the sun sets and find Huan waiting for them where Elwing left him. The huge hound is laying on his side, tongue lolling out and seemingly perfectly happy. Eluréd gasps at the sight and grips Elwing’s hand tighter, looking between Huan and her with big round eyes.

* She gently nudges him forward. “Yes, it’s Huan from grandma’s stories. Go on, he’s been very excited to meet you!” Eluréd lets go of her hand and takes a few steps toward the hound before stopping, one hand outstretched.

* Huan looks up and boofs softly looking at Eluréd. His tail starts wagging and the little boy smiles at that, finally taking the final few steps and throwing himself at the hound for a hug. Huan’s tail picks up speed as he rolls on his back, Eluréd clinging to his belly, and playfully licks his face.

* Elúred shrieks in mixed joy and surprise and Elwing smiles through her tears. She knows it won’t be easy and many obstacles awaits them but she can see herself doing that now, raising her brother and learning to be a family again.

[khoipyan]

Because you’re my number one

but you don’t realize it.

wriothesley x reader

gn!reader (you/your), angst, possiblw ooc wriothesley, an oblivious?? kind of reader, reader likes him back but he doesn’t think you do :( undefined ending.

notes; first time in a while writing for gi,,, hope i dont mess it up fr but anyways, im trynna het back jnto writing :33 AUGHHnim gonna have to sort out ny masterlist after this

notes2; originally this was gonna be blade from hsr but yo u .see. i have this thing called wriothesley syndrome where i start sobbing uncontrollably over uim (/j) also mentioned above hut i havent finished 4.1 quest so it might be ooc and a bir out of canon

The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, the Lord of the Fortress of Meropride, the guy that administrates the entire prison— that’s him.

He shouldn’t have time for anything else, other than the hours used to manage the prison, but one day he did. It was a mistake, but it happened. And he met you.

He had several days to himself, and he used it to get some fresh air. Being cramped in a large dark prison doing work is great, but fresh air every once in a while is also great.

Yet you, all he could do was think about you. You had accidentally bumped into each other, no big problem. But the way you apologized and your face warmed up from the embarrassment of interrupting his walking, it warmed something in his slightly frigid heart.

So he spent the rest of the time he had between work and personal time to see you. A waste of time, yet he couldn’t help it; he enjoyed being around you too much. If he had a tail that matched his wolf-like hair, it’d most definitely be wagging every time he saw you in sight.

But all good things come to an end. Or, at least, a temporary pause. A hiatus.

He soon finds himself with less and less time to think to himself as he longs to spend it with you, you invade his mind every frequent hour, minute, second of his days; you might as well live in his mind, for all he can think about if you.

Not that he hates it, but with more work and less time, the days between your meetups get longer— and he hates that. If he could let you visit him during your free time, he’d allow that in a snap. But he can’t, and that’s unfortunate.

But he also hates when you shoot him your friendly smile, the one that warms his heart and shoots straight butterflies in his stomach— they feel more like worms with how much they make his tummy ache while feeling so warm. But your behaviour towards him never changes, does it? He can’t tell, and it drives him insane.

So the next time he sees you, he apologizes. He apologizes for everything; for his waste of feelings, for the waste of time, and he almost pours it all out— but he catches himself before he leaves himself too vulnerable, even if it’s just you and him alone in a desolate street surrounded by the night lights.

And so he bids you farewell and a goodnight until your next meetup — archon knows when that will be, he’s quite busy these days — and walks off, the boots he wears clicking smoothly on the stone of the streets. Just like that, he’s masked a layer of ice on himself like a shield.

And yet, he failed to catch it again; he failed to catch the sparkle in your eyes, or your concern when he pours himself out like water into your hands. He didn’t hear your silent expression that says, “I love you,” or screams, “take your time, I will wait until the ends of Teyvat crumble.”

And most importantly, he missed the rainbow rose hidden behind your back, in which you never got to gave him that night.

Next time.

( due to be edited at anytime )

[wandaslittlelove]

Crying From Fear and Love

I also published this an ao3 if you'd rather read it there!

Amanda never really considered herself the type to get scared from video games. But something about Five nights at Freddys had her crying on camera. 

That’s how she found herself where she is now. Sitting on the couch with tears streaming down her face as she slightly shakes. It shouldn’t have gotten to her as much as it did but that stupid fox came out of nowhere! They were currently taking a break so that Amanda could calm down. 

She wasn’t sure when it happened but sometime on her way to the couch she had sent a message to Angela. She wasn’t even sure why she did it. She just knew the comfort Angela brought her was what she needed. 

Angela walk and all she sees is Amanda curled up on the couch shaking while letting out silent whimpers. 

“Amanda?” She whispers as she shuts the door and slowly makes her way to the taller girl, scared that if she moves any faster the girl might run.

Amanda’s only response is another whimper as she reaches one of her hands out towards Angela. She gives her a pity look before she sits next to her and before she can even get comfortable Amanda is already making herself comfortable against her.

Angela can’t help the blush that creeps onto her cheeks as she wraps her arms around Amanda’s trembling frame. Its rare that she gets to comfort Amanda like this. The tall girl is usually very put together but it’s moments like this that Angela loves. Getting to hold Amanda as she lets Angela be her safe place. Even when Angela knows that it will eventually end. That eventually Amanda will go back to as if this never happened. 

Running her fingers through Amanda’s hair they sit in silence for a while. With Angela trying to keep her breathing and heart rate steady so Amanda can match it and Amanda slowly starting to calm down while slowly sinking further into Angela’s arms. It’s an awkward position but neither care, to caught up in the feeling of each other.

“Thank you” Amanda says but makes no move to get up even as her breathing has gone back to normal and the tears have dried. 

“Always” Angela’s voice is small as she answers. Her hand is still running through Amanda’s hair and her other hand has begun to rub circles on her waist. 

“I don’t know whats wrong with me. It was just a video game. But that fox came out of nowhere and suddenly I was crying.” Amanda sits up suddenly and as she tells Angela about what happened.  “And at first it was funny but then somewhere I started shaking and Spence had to pause the video cause he got worried” A hand shoots out quickly to reach for Amandas. Amanda lets out a breath as she squeezes Angela’s in a silent thank you. 

This is it right? Angela should finally tell Amanda how she feels. Angela couldn’t help but to look at Amanda with so much love in her eyes. Couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach right now. She should tell her. Just confess. The worst she could say is that she doesn’t feel the same.

“Amanda I-” 

“Hey just letting you know were going to start the video back up if your ready” Spencer says as he opens the door. Angela suddenly feels cold as Amanda takes her hand back and makes some distance between them before standing. 

“Im ready” With a wave Amanda walks out of the room. As the door shuts Angela feels the tears start to trickle down her face and the slight shake of her body as a quiet sob escapes her lips. Somehow she finds herself in the same position Amanda was but only she can’t call on her to help. No this is something Angela has to face on her own. 

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓢𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝓓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝓘𝐍 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓓𝐀𝐑𝐊, byakuya k.

꒰ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝!𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. → 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 (if you squint) ꒱

“Please watch your step, dear.” Byakuya caught his blind husband and pulled him into his chest when the brown-skinned male almost fell down the mansion stairs from being too fast. Today was December 24th, which was special for you and Byakuya. It was the day he met you and the same day he decided to marry you. He thought you looked beautiful, from your milky white eyes to your old scars from the battles before. He still remembered the ugly looks in the faces of the elders when he made the announcement. They were upset about the fact that you were a blind man with darker skin. The number of insults he received from their lips boiled his blood. You were his husband, not there’s. How can they say that you weren't good enough? You were the perfect match for him.

“Sorry, you just. . .keep me so happy!” You leaned your back against his chest as he kept guiding you towards the room. Byakuya's eyes softened from your behavior, even after losing your eyesight, you were still the same optimistic man he had fallen in love with. “You make me happy as well, I love you.” He pressed lips against your cheek and another one on your temple. He liked the way you gave him butterflies, the feeling of warmth in his chest was truly a delightful feeling. “We’re here.” He announced as your smile grew wider. The smell of your favourite meal blended with your favorite flowers led you to wrap your arms around your husband's neck. “Happy Anniversary, my love.” He kissed both scars under your eyes before kissing your lips with passion. The tears gathering up your eyes made him wipe them away and kissed under your eyes once more.

“Happy Anniversary.” You held his hands while they continued to wipe the tears from your face. Ever since you first met him, he's been so sweet and patient with you. The night the doctor told you it wasn't a remedy for your blindness was the same night your heart broke. That night you cried to the point of no return, with Byakuya holding you against his chest. Your heartbroken sobs made him tighten his grip each time, he didn’t care if you soaked his nightwear with snot and tears. Byakuya nearly cried with you, he just wanted you to be happy and know you weren't alone. He even felt his heart break in half when you said you were completely unless and were no longer fit to be his husband. He couldn't stand seeing you so broken, and from that moment on, he swore he would never let you be sad again.

“Come, before the food gets cold.” He took your hand and started walking towards the Kotatsu. The delicious smell of food did your mouth water non-stop. “Ah! It smells amazing darling!” Your husband passed you the chopsticks and placed the bowl directly in front of you so you wouldn’t have to struggle on searching for the object. “It took me a long time, but I've finally mastered the recipe, I hope you enjoy it.” He looked as you placed the chopstick in your mouth with your eyes slightly shining afterwards. The way the flavours melted onto your tongue nearly put you in a food coma. “This is incredible, Byakuya! You are the best chef.” You ate with him chuckling at your loveable demeanor. He refused to allow someone else to cook for you, he was the only one to cook for you. The elders didn't like you, so he didn't trust them to look after your meals when he wasn't there. Which explains why he made a lifetime supply of your favourite dishes for when he's busy with his captain duties.

He didn't know why, but he loved it when you depended solely on him and nobody else. He would do anything for you if he were able. He adored the fact that nobody was capable of coming into your life and taking his place. The idea of someone withstanding him by getting close to you wished nothing but a mere death wish. Since you lost your sight, he has become extremely protective over you, he trusted no one but Rukia or Renji to be close to you. He often had nightmares about losing you permanently because he wasn't there with you or wasn't strong enough to defend you. He couldn’t lose you, not after everything you both been through.

“Thank you for the food darling!” You shook your hands together and crawled to your husband who still hasn't touched his food, as he was too busy being consumed by his thoughts. “You’re welcome, my dove. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He placed the bowl down and pulled you into his lap, with his head nuzzling against your neck. The cozy silence caused you to hum a soft tune as Byakuya rocked back and forth, the familiar melody making him hum along with you. “Byakuya, do we still have that record player?” Your fingers played with his hands as he nodded in agreement. Byakuya doesn’t remember the last time he used it, considering the fact you both didn’t have the time use it anymore.

“Can you play our favourite song? Please?” You poked your lips out to the black haired male who chuckled before moving you off his lap to recover the player. After retrieving the item, he looked into the box for the familiar cover until he grabbed it from the corner of his eye. “There it is.” He removed the cover of the vinyl and blew the dust off. Once he put the vinyl into the player the music started playing softly, the familiar sound made him smile gently. It was the same record you played when you two announced you were now husbands. He couldn’t forget the way you danced with his hands intertwined with yours while cracking up like a small child who discovered happiness for the first time.

“Byakuya! Or should I say, my dear hubby! Let’s dance!” You pulled on the hand of the Kuchiki. Deciding he couldn't tell you no, Byakuya took your hand with his and put the other one on your waist. As he swayed your body, the moonlight started to shine on your face, revealing the multiple marks of beauty he loved so much. Byakuya felt nothing but joy when you were with him, after the death of his wife, he was afraid that he would never discover love again. But you showed up, made him fall in love again. He was so concerned he couldn't find the right woman when he didn't need a wife. “You look great this evening.” He murmured into your ear before he kissed your cheek.

“Thank you for this dance, Byakuya. But I don't think I remember it well.” You grinned when he put his hand on your waist and the other in your other hand. “It's okay, take it slow and follow my hands.” He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. After stumbling a few times you finally got ahold of the beat, “I finally got it!” You took your hand from him and wrapped it around his neck. No matter how often this happened, Byakuya could not explain the blooming sensation in his chest even if he tried. The classical music playing in the background and how the moonlight shone over your soft eyes made you look like an angel.

“I love you so much, I'm so glad you're my husband.” He kissed your forehead once more. He had no idea how blessed he became to have somebody like you in the world. You were the light that shined through his darkness, you were the sun and he was the moon. “Hm, I love you as well. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” You pecked his lips, the day you went blind was the day Byakuya left everything behind and helped you get back on your feet. He helped you heighten your other senses and got you out of your depressive state. Without him, you would’ve been miserable or dead.

Byakuya didn’t say anything after that, instead, he continued to hold you in his arms while you both slowly danced in the dark.

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬. – 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰.

The sound of your angelic whining was the only thing Byakuya could hear when he placed sweet open-mouthed kisses on your neck, with his groin rubbing against yours. The burning sensation in your cheeks and the swelling in your throat prevented you from breathing correctly. “B–Byakuya.” You ran your hands through his silky black hair. The intense pleasure that ran through your body made your head go completely hazy. “Please, let me pleasure you, my dove.” His breath fanned against your lips. He had no recollection of the last time you had sex, but the thought of hearing those heavenly noises from your lips aroused him. He didn't remember the last time he heard the noises, which is why he was so eager to have make love to you.

The man with black hair fondled your cheek before putting his lips on yours, with his tongue pushing them with ease. The light taste of mint was the first thing he could taste as the hot muscle ran through your mouth. While keeping you distracted his hand made its way past your nightwear and into your underwear. The cold hand on your member snapped you out of your thoughts. “Shh, don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” He cooed in your ear at when you tried to push his hand away from your private area. All night long, you only felt pleasure after spending your anniversary with your husband.

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