#these gifs are so ugly im sorry im so sleepy

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"I think we have got some sort of insight into it. Without just thinking, Oh, these people are mad. And they love something too much."

[tired-truffle]

Even the Gods Cry For Us

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

Chapter Word Count: 4.6k

Part 12/17

Tag list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @potatointhedirt (if anyone else would like to be tagged with future updates let me know!)

"You love him despite the burden of Atlas resting on his shoulders, and he loves you despite the death still clinging to your lips, and the blood drying at its corners. What a pair you make." - The greatest lovers in hell // L.H.Z

Masterlist

Husk greeted you at the entrance, surprise in the raise of his brows as he realized who approached so late at night. You’d waved, giving him a small smile, before slipping past him and into the quiet commune. Darkness had descended, and most had gone to bed as you traversed through the sleepy streets on your way towards your room. 

The sharp trill of anxiety flickered at the back of your throat, the floating sparks pulsing sporadically. How were you supposed to explain this to Viktor? It wasn’t like he was your minder, but disappearing with nothing more than a note hadn’t been the kindest option. You also hadn’t been in your right mind, to be fair, but that didn’t make it feel any better. 

You’d hoped to sneak into the safety of your room without incident, but as you entered the spherical building, you were only given seconds to prepare before you were swept into awaiting arms, pulled tight against soft robes and the hard planes of Viktor’s chest. Pine and a metallic tang surrounded you, lulling you into a state of calm as you leaned against him, using the last of your strength to keep your knees from buckling. 

His breath tickled the top of your head as he buried his face in your hair, sighing like years of strife had rolled off his shoulders. Had he always been that tall, or had the enhancements added height? 

“Please, do not do that again, miláčku.” Muffled as his words were, you didn’t miss the slight waver in his voice.

“I won’t,” you said, equally as muffled. 

With great effort, Viktor pulled himself away, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly as he held you at arm's length. His eyes were bloodshot and swimming with concern for you, terrified for your safety. Guilt reared its ugly head, making your gut roil and your palms clammy. Your sparks migrated slowly towards him, buzzing happily as they bobbed. 

“Are you angry with me?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

His nostrils flared and he tightened his grip on your shoulders. “Furious,” he said and you blanched, unsure of how to respond other than to get on your knees and beg his forgiveness. But this was Viktor and he had no interest in grovelling. “Though I am grateful to see you returned more than anything else. I…worried I’d lost you. Whatever anger I feel will fade, but I will never feel anything other than relieved that you have returned home.”

You sucked both lips between your teeth, gaze trained on the floor. An ‘I’m sorry’ wouldn’t cut it so you didn’t say it - nor would it be entirely sincere. You’d accomplished what you’d set out to do, and while the way you’d gone about it had been incredibly foolish and dangerous, at least it had worked.

“Something is…” he tilted his head to the side, “different about you.”

“Nothing bad.” You placed your hand on his elbow, slowly easing it from its locked position. Your gaze flickered to the sparks, and Viktor followed, understanding dawning across his features. 

Holding out a hand, a spark floated down to perch on his palm, trilling as it nuzzled against him. “How did you do this?” he asked, the light blue glow reflecting in his iridescent eyes. 

You grimaced, chuckling nervously as he raised an eyebrow. “That’s a great question,” you shuffled your feet, “and I’d be more than happy to fill you in, but maybe not right now? I’d like to lie down, it’s been…taxing.” 

His expression softened and he nodded. “Of course,” he breathed, placing the spark gently on your shoulder, his fingertips trailing down your cheek. Whatever words or actions he had been about to share were abruptly cut off by the sound of angry footsteps approaching from behind you, accompanied by Charlotte's sharp voice ringing out in barely restrained fury. 

“Disappearing with only a vague note, gone for an entire day, and showing up without so much as a hello!” Your shoulders tensed, curling inwards like a child being reprimanded by a school teacher. The kernel of mirth in Viktor’s eyes had you scowling at him. 

You ducked your head and turned, facing Charlotte as she made her way towards the building, stomping as she did so, thin lips twisted into a glower. 

“You could have been dead for all we knew!” she continued at the same volume. “Not even a hint as to where you were or what you were doing, scaring me within an inch of my life, what were you thinking?” 

“Charlotte—“ you tried, your palms instinctively rising in a placating gesture, but she brushed them away with a sharp slap. Before you could react, she wrapped her arms around you in a fiercely tight hug, pulling you close and squeezing with enough force to puff the air from your lungs.

Shocked into stillness, your hands hovered over her, hesitating until Charlotte grumbled, “Don’t just stand there, you silly girl, hug me back already.” 

With a breathy laugh, you did as instructed, tucking the older woman in against you. 

When she released you from her iron grip, her weathered hands cupped your face as she examined you closely. Her eyes widened as she took in the faint bruises and scrapes that marred your skin, remnants of your encounter with the enforcers. Thankfully, she couldn’t see the blood at the back of your head and crusted in your hair, or what was sure to be a nasty laceration. Whoever had hit you hadn’t pulled their swing.

"What happened to you?" she demanded, her tone softening with concern.

You winced, both from the memory and the ache that lingered. "It's a long story," you said wearily. "I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow, but I don’t think I have the brain power for it right now."

Charlotte frowned, but she nodded reluctantly. "Alright, but don't think you're getting out of this conversation. I expect a full explanation in the morning, young lady."

As she turned to leave, Charlotte shot Viktor a pointed look. "Make sure she gets some proper rest, you hear me?"

Viktor nodded solemnly, though that glimmer of mirth remained. "Of course, Charlotte. You have my word."

With a final huff, Charlotte departed, her footsteps fading into the night. You let out a long exhale, feeling the tension slowly seep from your shoulders. Viktor's hand found yours, his long fingers interlacing with your own.

"Come," he said softly, tugging you along with him.

Together, you made your way to the bedroom. The bed, piled high with mismatched blankets and pillows, called to you like a lighthouse beacon in the dark. You sank onto the edge, sighing as the soft mattress cradled your aching body.

Viktor knelt before you, searching your face intently. His fingers ghosted over the marks left by the enforcers and though he barely touched them, the memory alone made you wince. "Let me tend to these," he said, rising to fetch a first aid kit.

You nodded, too exhausted to protest. Viktor moved with quiet efficiency, gathering supplies and returning to kneel before you.

His touch was feather-light as he cleaned each scrape and bruise, the cool cloth soothing against your heated skin. You watched him, mesmerized by the gentle furrow of his brow, the way his lips pressed together in concentration. The sparks that had been hovering around you settled on his shoulders, their soft blue light complimenting his pale skin.

He’d insisted that having a first aid kit would come in handy, given your penchant for injury and his inability to use his powers to heal you. You hadn’t argued, fully aware of your own shortcomings, and also knowing that it would give him a sense of comfort - that even though your Shimmer blocked any attempts at using Hexcore fuelled healing methods, he could still do something to care for your wounds.

When he finished, Viktor's hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. His eyes met yours, filled with concern, relief, and something deeper that made your heart skip a beat - longing and love, perhaps.

Viktor's hand moved to cup the back of your head, but you flinched away with a sharp "Ouch!" His eyes widened in alarm, fingers hovering uncertainly near your hair.

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured there?" he asked, voice tight with worry.

You grimaced, avoiding his gaze. "I didn't want to stress you out further. I think I’ve done enough of that for one day. Look, you’re already going grey.” Pinching the ends of his hair in between your fingers, you tried for a joke meant to lighten the mood, but it fell flat.

He made a soft "tch" sound, shaking his head. "Miláčku, your well-being is my primary concern. Come, let me examine it properly."

Viktor gently took your hand, leading you to the wash basin in the corner. With practiced movements, he pumped water into the bowl and activated the small heating element beneath it. Steam began to rise from the surface as the water warmed.

"Lean forward," he instructed gently, one hand on your back to steady you as you bent over the basin. Viktor's fingers were impossibly gentle as they parted your hair, carefully examining the wound hidden beneath. You heard his sharp intake of breath and winced, imagining how it must look.

Warm water trickled over your scalp as Viktor began to rinse away the dried blood, the basin slowly becoming tinged pink. His touch was methodical yet tender, each movement calculated to cause you as little discomfort as possible.

"It doesn't appear to need stitches," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "But we'll need to keep it clean to prevent infection."

You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed as you focused on the soothing sensation of his fingers massaging your scalp. The sparks that had been hovering nearby drifted closer, their soft blue light reflecting off the water's surface.

When he finished rinsing, Viktor patted your hair dry with a small towel. You straightened, blinking away the droplets that clung to your eyelashes. He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he studied you intently.

"Wait here," he said, releasing you to rummage through the first aid supplies once more. He returned with a small jar of antibacterial cream, unscrewing the lid as he approached.

Viktor's breath was warm against your neck as he leaned in close behind you, carefully applying the cream to the wound. You shivered, not entirely from the coolness of the ointment.

"There," he said softly, his lips nearly brushing your ear. "That should help prevent any infection." His hands lingered on your shoulders, and you could feel the tension thrumming through him - the desire to pull you close warring with his need to be gentle, to avoid causing you further pain.

You turned to face him, your noses nearly touching. "Thank you," you whispered.

Viktor's eyes flickered to your mouth, his lips parting as he leaned in. The kiss was soft, chaste, a gentle press of his lips against yours that sent heat cascading through your body. It was over too soon, leaving you yearning for more, but Viktor pulled away with a small smile.

“You need rest," he said, and you couldn’t agree more.

With gentle hands, Viktor helped you lie back on the bed, tucking the blankets around you. The mattress dipped as he sat beside you, his fingers brushing over your damp hair - careful to avoid the injury - in a soothing gesture. The sparks settled on the pillows around your head, their soft trills a lullaby in the quiet room.

“I don’t know how Charlotte sniffed me out like a hunting dog,” you said into the dark, “but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Ah, yes,” Viktor said, gaze fixed on the uppermost corner of the ceiling. “It was less sniffing and more the concern that if I did not tell her of your arrival, I would lose my head.” 

“You told her?” You crinkled your nose, narrowing your eyes at him. “When did you have time to do that?” 

His gaze flickered back to you, his lips scrunched and pulled to the side. “Telepathically, it’s simple to do while multitasking.” 

Exhausted barely covered what you were feeling, but you were sure your ears hadn’t deceived you. 

“Is that like…what you do when you, uh, borrow their bodies?” 

He tilted his head back and forth, considering. “Eh, in a way. I’m connected to all those I’ve healed, and whether it is borrowing their bodies, as you put it, or communicating, it all stems from that same connection.” 

“Have you ever…” you pressed your lips into a thin line. “Have you ever possessed Charlotte?”

“It’s not possession,” he said with a wry curve to his lips. 

You huffed, waving your hand. “You know what I mean.”

Regarding you for a long moment, he said, “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just…” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’m trying to understand. It’s such a foreign concept, and maybe I’ll never truly get it, but I’d like to try. I want to know what you’re experiencing if you want to share it.” 

For a moment, so brief you almost missed it, his eyes solidified into amber, startling in its intensity. And then it was gone like mist in the early morning sun, lost among the myriad of colours swirling in his irises. 

“I would like that.”

When Viktor told you that morning that he had a surprise he wanted to show you, curiosity had taken hold, only to be strangled when he told you it would have to wait until the evening. 

You’d spent the day following Charlotte around, the woman unwilling to let you out of her sight. Now that your magic was more manageable, you were no longer a threat to those around you. And while you still caught glimpses of those eerie metal masks on the members of the commune, it never lasted long, and with a calm mind, you were able to push past it. The sense of unease that had dogged your steps prickled at the edge of your awareness, but did not tug and claw at your skin like fishing hooks pulling on their prize. 

While you’d been preoccupied with your unravelling mind, Viktor had been able to increase his capacity for healing, and rarely was there ever a newcomer who was not immediately seen. They no longer needed your pain relief, and Charlotte was determined to find another task for you - and introduce you to the new members. 

Serenity exuded from each person Charlotte greeted, like they knew a sort of peace that only existed in one’s dreams. Yet, when you came close, a glimmer of buoyancy would return to their pleasant but placid gazes. 

Strange, but you didn’t have time to examine it thoroughly as Charlotte swept you from person to person. She had you trying all sorts of different occupations, metalwork, knitting, cooking, but if you had any skill at all, your magic flares - as small as they may be - ruined the delicate craft. 

At the end of the day, you had nothing but sore shoulders to show for all your hard work, and a slightly exasperated Charlotte. 

“At least take this,” she’d said, handing you neatly folded fabric. You’d accepted, running your hands over the soft material as you unfurled it. 

A simple off-white, pleated skirt, made by her own hands. A gift, she’d told you, for any special occasions. Her wink had been enough to bring a blush to your cheeks, and she’d given you no time to recover as she shooed you into an unoccupied tent to try it on. 

It flowed smoothly over your thighs, starting beneath your belly button and coming to rest just below your knees. While you’d taken to covering your scars out of fear of other’s reactions - the paler and patchy flesh another reminder of the night you’d almost lost everything - you couldn’t resist how nice it felt to have the fresh air hit your skin. 

As evening fell, you made your way back to the spherical building, the skirt swishing pleasantly around your legs. The commune had quieted, the bustling activity of the day giving way to a peaceful hush.

You entered the building, expecting to find Viktor waiting for you. Instead, you were greeted by an unexpected sight that had you pulling up short.

Viktor was suspended, floating in midair, his body wreathed in a web of wires and cables. They swam languidly around him like luminous vines, glowing with a distorted blue and pink light. His eyes were closed, face set in deep concentration, and he seemed oblivious to your presence - though you doubted that was the case.

"Viktor?" you called out. "What are you doing?"

His eyes fluttered open, iridescent irises focusing on you. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Working," he replied simply, as if floating in a swirl of wires was the most natural thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes, a fond smile spread across your face. "I can see that. Care to elaborate?"

Viktor's forehead pinched slightly, trying to find the right words. "I'm…integrating with the building's systems. Expanding my connection to the commune."

You nodded, pretending to understand even though you were still utterly bewildered. The sparks seemed drawn to Viktor, floating lazily towards him before bouncing off an invisible barrier.

"How long will this, uh, work take?" you asked, glancing around for somewhere to sit.

Viktor's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if consulting some internal clock. "A while yet. You're welcome to stay, if you'd like."

"I'll wait," you said, sliding down the wall to sit. "After all, you promised me a surprise."

Viktor's smile widened slightly before his eyes drifted closed again, his focus returning to whatever mysterious task he was performing.

You leaned back, and as you waited, you let your mind wander. So much had changed in such a short time, and yet, sitting there in that strange room, you felt an unexpected sense of peace. You had your magic under control, Viktor was alive and well, and you had a community that accepted you for who you were. If only you could find out what happened to that little girl from the rally too, then you may be able to relax fully.

Though your peace only lasted so long, and after a few hours of sitting there, you’d begun to reach your limit. Your backside ached from the hard ground and your impatience had reached new levels, your irritation spiking with it.

“The suspense is killing me,” you groaned, flopping your arms dramatically. 

“All in good time, Milá.” Viktor grinned impishly and you glared at him. He was enjoying this, revenge for your sudden departure. It was the least that you deserved, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. 

You grumbled under your breath, shifting uncomfortably on the hard floor. "A little hint wouldn't kill you, you know."

Viktor's eyes crinkled at the corners, but he remained suspended in his glowing wires. "Patience is a virtue."

"So is mercy." You scowled, but settled back against the wall, resigning yourself to wait.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the wires began to retract. Viktor descended slowly, his feet touching the ground with a gentle grace. He stretched, working out the stiffness in his muscles, before turning to you.

"Ready?" he asked, extending his hand.

You took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. "I've been ready for hours," you said dryly, but couldn't keep the excitement from sparkling in your eyes.

Viktor led you out of the building and into the night. The commune was quiet, most of its inhabitants asleep.

As you rounded a corner, your breath caught in your throat. Before you stood a structure that seemed to glow in the moonlight - a greenhouse made of glass and metal. Its crystalline windows reflected the stars, creating a shimmering, ethereal effect.

Viktor squeezed your hand gently. "Shall we?"

He guided you to the entrance, pushing open a delicate glass door. As you stepped inside, the warm and humid air hit you, balmy like a beach vacation. Lush foliage filled every corner, from delicate magnolias to towering palms. Vines climbed up trellises, their flowers glowing faintly in the dim light. Everywhere you looked, there was life.

“Viktor, this is beautiful,” you said, eyes wide with awe. “Did you do this?” 

He shrugged. “I had help.” 

“Modest, as always.” Locking your arm around his, you pulled him further in.

Exotic orchids hung from the ceiling, their petals a riot of colours - vibrant purples, fiery oranges, and deep crimsons. Their heady perfume mingled with the earthy scent of moss and rich soil. To your left, a small stream trickled over smooth river rocks, feeding into a pond where lily pads floated lazily on the surface. And at the end of it all, tucked in the back behind a monstrous fern, sat a secluded bench, perfect for admiring the scenery.

“Was there a reason you made all this or was it just for fun?” A spark drifted from your pocket, heading lazily towards a budding flower like a strangely coloured bumble bee. 

With a gentle nudge, he turned you to face him, lithe fingers drawing little circles across your palm. “There is so much of this commune I would like to share with you, but until you stabilized your magic, I did not see a way how.” 

Head bowed, he turned your hand over, exposing your inner wrist and the faint pink veins visible beneath. “I couldn’t remove the Shimmer that I put there, and you were suffering. I could help all these people, except for the one that I love most.” 

“We talked about this.” Hooking your finger beneath his chin, you brought his gaze up to meet yours. “I don’t expect or need you to solve this.” 

He smiled, melancholy falling across his sharp features like droplets of rain. “I remember, but I couldn’t do nothing. I wanted you to have a place you could go to outside of our room, somewhere you could feel safe and be alone. I thought plants may do the trick.” 

Your jaw slackened, incredulousness to the wide set of your eyes. “You built this for me?”

“That is what I said, isn’t it?” He was teasing you now, but you barely registered it.

Launching yourself into his arms, you kissed him fiercely, pressing all your gratitude and affection into the slant of your lips against his. Viktor stumbled back a few steps step, caught off guard, but he quickly regained his balance, hands instinctively reaching out to steady you.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Viktor stared at you, his usually pale cheeks flushed a light pink.

"I take it you like the greenhouse," he said, his voice slightly husky.

“You built this place so I’d have somewhere to lose my mind in peace?” You held his face in your hands, the sparks circling around you both like a halo. “That sounds like something only a besotted fool would do.” 

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours, a pleasant vibration that had goosebumps rising along your arms. “Guilty as charged.” 

Viktor leaned in, his lips meeting yours once more. This kiss was different from the first - softer, slower, like you had all the time in the world. His hands cradled your cheeks, thumbs brushing gently across your skin as he deepened the kiss. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his robes.

But with reluctance, he pulled back.

“There is something else I should share with you. Though it is not necessarily as exciting of a reveal.” He pressed his lips into a flat line and tugged you towards the secluded bench. 

Sitting beside him, you waited patiently as he gathered his thoughts, his neck bent and head ducked. He held your hands in his, resting on his lap, his thumbs ghosting over the dexterous tendons. 

“I apologize for not telling you earlier, but it wasn’t until your disappearance that I knew for sure.” 

You cringed, guilt and worry churning in your gut like you’d swallowed a jug of acid. “A little ominous there, Viktor.” You chuckled warily. “Is everything okay?” 

He looked up at you then, lips parting as he took in the concerned tilt of your mouth and the tightness in your jaw. “It is now,” he said softly, his barely there smile settling your unease. 

Scooting closer, your hips pressed side-by-side, he said, “It would seem that when I’m not in your presence, my emotions are muted. It is difficult to explain. They are still there, but buried beneath a serenity that does not feel entirely my own.” 

Your forehead creased and you bit the inside of your cheek. “You think my magic, what, heightens your feelings?” 

“Your magic, or perhaps just you, it ‘s hard to say.” And perhaps sweeter than he realized, that he would even consider the notion that it was simply you that made him feel again. “Though it isn’t a heightening, it ‘s more like reversing the dampening that comes with my enhancements.” 

You didn’t love the sound of that, but you had no idea what to do about it - other than stay with him at all times, though not a practical solution. “Does it upset you?” 

“It is rather numbing, so no, it does not,” he answered plainly. 

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You squeezed his hands, struggling to find the words to express yourself. “Does me returning your feelings back to how they were bother you? I just,” you exhaled, shaking your head, “I know what it’s like for emotions to take over and be overwhelming, I don’t want you to have to suffer through that.” 

“Milá, I need you to listen to me very carefully,” Viktor spoke with such seriousness you found yourself nodding before you had fully processed what he’d said. “I am not suffering through loving you. You bring me more joy than I would have ever believed possible. I don’t simply need you, I want you.” 

You inhaled a sharp breath, your eyes stinging as you blinked back the tears. “Oh,” you laughed shakily, “is that all?” 

Bringing your hands to his lips and placing kisses across your fingers, he said, “No, but I do not have the vocabulary to express it.” 

Neither did you so you didn’t try, and instead, you kissed Viktor with reverence. Your lips moved against his with deliberate slowness, savouring each point of contact. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours as you traced the curve of his bottom lip with your tongue. Viktor's hands came up to cradle your face, his long fingers grasping the back of your neck as he pulled you closer.

You were the dawn breaking over a world shrouded in darkness, your light chasing away the shadows that had long haunted Viktor's existence. He was the moon, constant and mesmerizing, guiding you through the tumultuous night of your journey. Together, you created an eclipse, two celestial bodies woven together - your magic and his.

Your kisses were stardust, scattering across Viktor's skin and leaving constellations in their wake. His touch was gravity, anchoring you to that moment, that place, that feeling of belonging. You breathed each other in like oxygen, necessary and life-giving.

You were made for each other, and you would stop at nothing to show him exactly what he meant to you.

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A/N: Aaaaand we’re onto the second smut chapter! If you’d like to read it, it will be in the companion fic ‘Inarticulation’ (Part 2) by tomorrow at the latest - and I will add the link here when its been posted.

I hope you enjoyed their little date night <3 We are getting into the end game now!

[leaentries]

Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

[eungii]

• ¡ 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 !!.

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: cute moment with tr boys <3 // 00.1

ғᴛ: sanzu and rindou.

ᴛᴡ: FEM! reader || fluff || curse words || SANZU;; crack and fluff ||

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: yeah, sanzu and rindou's are the same but also different? im trying to change some things in my blog because it look so disgusting and ugly, plus say hi to shinji.

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꒰ HARUCHIYO "SANZU" AKASHI ꒱

"I'm so fucking tired of you" Koko's words where enough to make Sanzu turn around. His face was just enough to make Koko more annoyed.

"You and that girl, the way you talked about her, and how she look at you IS OBVIOUS!" He was tired of seeing his coworker daydream about the not so mysterious girl plus the jealous knowing that the pink haired guy could die non virgin.

"Sorry lizard guy" the nickname came out of his lips, making a funny face " I can't let her know that a big criminal and drug addict is wrapped around her finger, plus is funny to be a pain in the ass to you and Rindou"

"You asshole-"

"you AsShole-" sanzu said mocking Koko's accent and then sitting next to the other male, now all serious "You know I can't do it sobber, and she hates when I'm all high" and with that he ended getting out of the room. Making Koko start thinking and when an idea got in his head, he pull his phone.

-

Sanzu's phone start to ring, and with a disgusting face he answer it.

A dry "what" was out his lips continue by a laugh and following a "wow, you sound sober" Rindou's voice could be hear "fuck off, what so you want"

-

"Ok so, Rindou is distracting Sanzu, meanwhile you and me pit this peace of paper?" Ran ridiculously ask "Boten is known by having a lot of money and you want us to show...this? " his disgust expression was enough to start annoying Koko "I know and it is a poster you dumb, but I found this on Sanzu's room and its real his vibe"

"Ok, here she comes... One, two... THREE!" Koko shouts just so Rindou hear it too. And then the big poster came down, with a blushed sanzu, a nervous Koko, a kinda proud ran and a irritated rindou.

"I-I, ok it's not what you- " the pink haired man try to avoid your eyes "T-That is not my letter, so definitely not m-me hehe.."

"Hey! Koko I found this next to that ugly thing!" The older Haitani screamed and the unfold the next white poster with a 'made by sanzu'. "Oh, it could be any Sanzu" and the next part unfold 'Akashi'

"Ouh.."

꒰ RINDOU HAITANI ꒱

His tsundere ass can't stop looking at you like the best diamond, but also can't tell you that. Somehow he loves when you text him, how your messages end with a '<3', how you send him stupid cat faces in the middles of a meating , yeah he loves it, but can't show you that size of him.

But one day before his bed time, your message make him go pale.

"Rindou, I am marry with you"

I mean, it is kinda funny how you change some words, but try to make the same meaning, he thought, so why dont he respond the besy way he can?

"<3"

And as your calm body was already asleep, the only you have is he's probably already sleeping so calmly.

Meanwhile a wild Rindou enter to his brother room with a happy "RAAAAAN!", making his brother fall from his bed. A sleepy "what" fell from his pink tired lips

"She wants to marry me" Rindou whisper, but ran didnt hear anything "what-?"

"she wants to marry me" "eh?"

"SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME YOU DUMB SHIT FACE"

-

After that small brothers fight, both haitani's sat on the sofa, an older brother proud that he could be uncle, and a younger brother that was dying inside from how cute it was but "wait- she technically ask you to marry her, so that's not so manly of your part" Ah yes, the big brother always screwing up. "shut up— i'm gonna to make her the best gift ever"

-

Why does this always happen to him? When everything was ready, why?

"Yeah and im sorry Rin, that was my little sister so that's why the message was a little messed up" shit— he though "Pff, I didnt even notice it you loser..." While his mouth was done speaking, faster that he thought, he start calling Ran

"Yeah, what's up?" "Abort mission, abort mission" "Um.. To late"

What—

The sound of fireworks just stopped his mind, and before you could turn around his hands were squishing your cheeks "Do not turn, i mean just look forward to the future— there is no point in looking back" his shaking voice with his blushing cheeks make your head turn.

'I love you y/n'

"Pff nothing to do with me, it's a different y/n"

'From Rindou'

"Is another different Rindou" he said with his worried face mixed with his pink cheeks

'Haitani'

"Haha what is the probability??"

'Ran's baby brother'

"Shit—"

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[sunnyradiio]

helpfg i forgot tumblr existed sorry, I'll try to update myslf more on here! :)

i've been working quite hard on my art recently (as much i havent been posting much ASHJDS) and im quite happy that im learning some new cool stuff !!!! i changed my set of brushes AGAIN pls its the 3rd time alçready i cant be consistent once in my life bro :V

uuh doing artr has been also hard, i cant draw LEGS so most of my art has been consisting of: 1. halfbodies 2. chibi drawings 3. ugly ass irl doodles

ALSO WILL POST SOME DOODLES IVE BEEN MAIKGn of pokemons and dsmp and uhhhhhh wilbur soot (((only ever things i can actually consistently draw at this point)))

im super sleepy rn and its still 9pm dear god help me i hate school ew

[galaxy-diamond]

Todoroki headcannons

At first when you start dating he was a little distanced with you as in he really didn’t know how to do this

But after you gain his trust

You will never get rid of him

He is a little clingy

Clingy as in, he follows you almost every where

He’s like a baby duck, he’s always behind you

He likes when you drag him by his hand places

He feels wanted and loved that you want him to come with you

He likes to spend endeavors credit card with you

When you make a joke about endeavor like

“His ass is so tight you could put a piece of charcoal up there and it would turn into a diamond”

He would find that so funny he would fall out his chair

When you two are alone in his room he likes to slow dance with you

You know his arms around your waist and you up against his chest

He would rock you two as something slow plays in the back

I will say this as many times as needed

TOUCH STARVED

This man will pay any pay any price for cuddles with you

(With endeavors credit card of course)

Back rubs are a must and need

Doesn’t matter what

The felling of your warm hands rubbing the aching nots out his back is heavenly

Head rubs are also a need

When he has a headache after training he used to go into his dark room to try and heal it but it never worked

But now that your here you could get rid of it real fast

If this doesn’t sound weird but, he loves you sent

He loves how you smell, it makes him all sleepy and warm

He could fall asleep on your shoulder when you hug if he wanted

Speaking of sleep

When he sleeps he’s like and angel

Not that he isn’t one

He can sleep almost anywhere and anytime

He often has nightmares so don’t be surprised if you see a sleepy scared man at your door in the middle of the night

He will go into your arms and cry and tell you his dream

And it’s so sad because his voice is all tired and broken and it’s sad but adorable at the same time

Your the only one who can soothe him so when he has one your his top priority to get to

You let him stay the rest of the night and you stay up with him

SING TO HIM PLEEEAAASSSSEEEE

It doesn’t matter if your bad or good

Even if you just hum it’s the most beautiful thing to him

He loves when you cook for him

He always asks you to make his soba because it’s always better than when he or lunch rush makes it

One day you where in the kitchen making something and he came in as you where washing the dishes

He came up behind you and began to gently take your hands and help scrub the dishes

His head was in your neck as he gave it a few kisses every once and a while

I think he would like rain but HATE thunder

It would remind him of endeavors yelling at him

So when ever there was thunder at night he was flinch a little and snuggle closer to you

When you cup his face and rub his scar with your thumb he leans into your touch

“It’s so ugly” he would say

“It’s beautiful shoto” you responded as you kissed it

He would looked shocked and tear up and in a shake voice say “your to good to me”

OMG LIKE HALF OF THESE ARE ANGST. IM SORRY 😞

bye