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lukall705 · 14 days

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Hii!! Can I req Chuuya x SH reader? Can be both angst and fluff, you don't have to tho if you don't wanna <3

𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝔁 𝓖𝓝! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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This is another thing i didn't expect people to request, and it brings me so much comfort when i find sh comfort fanfics:(

If you are struggling with sh please know i'm always open to talk if you want:) and i'll try to comfort you to the best of my ability! (i'm usually not on here during the day so you can ask me for my discord in dms)

I'M SO SRRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE I REALLY NEEDED A BREAK SINCE I WAS SO STRESSED FROM SCHOOL 😭

Also, English isn't my first language so please dont mind any spelling errors!!

TW: SH, gore? Talk about fresh SH cuts, Might be ooc😓 please tell me if i missed anything!

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sometimes in life things don't go the rigth way, is what people say, they say "sometimes in life things don't go the way we want, but thats just how it is"

But right now it felt like absolutely nothing was going the right way, you felt like the whole world was against you, like you were some useless peace of garbage that could be thrown out at anytime, like there was no one in this damn world that would sit down and listen to your pityfull problems. you were at your abselut worst.

And the only thing that could help the with it was the razor in your hand, which is cutting your thigh. you move almost like a robot, you don't even feel the pain of the razor anymore. everything seems like a dream, all the blood coming out of your cuts and dripping and mixing in with the water of the bathtub, your vision being slightly blury.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you bring your razor to your Radial vein. you shake slightly as you look down at your wrist debating if you should cut it or not.

As you start breathing faster you look at the suicide note you left on the chair next to the bathtub. you wondered how long it would take for chuuya to find you, would he even care if you died?

you feel tears start to run down your face and you start to sniffle uncontrollably.

As you're about to cut the vein you hear a loud knock on the door, "[name]? baby are you in there..?" your boyfriend chuuya asks in a quiet voice.

You quickly wipe your tears and panic a bit as you didn't lock the door since you weren't expectinc chuuya to come home this early, "Y-yeah.." you say trying to not sound sad, but knowing chuuya he most likely heard the saddnes in your voice.

"Darling.. is something wrong..?" He asks in a conserned voice, "i'm just.. washing my hair" you try to come up with an exuse while your whole body is shaking. "Darling, you washed your hair yestarday tho? are you really okay in there..?"

'Damn i forgot about that' you think while trying to find a place to hide the razor. While you panic you some how bump into the soaps and knock them down making a loud noise. "Baby are you okay? i'm coming in" he says and opens the door, "NO WAIT!" but before you can stop him, he has already opened the door and seen your cuts.

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After a few moments of silence and staring at each other, chuuya finally makes a move closer to you.

"...Chuuya.. please i'm sorr-.." You try to explain but your voice starts to shake and you feel a lump in your throat. "...shh.." He quitelly walks closer to you and wipes the small tears that have started to for in your eyes.

"...I'm so sorry.. i k-know i said i'd.. try to stay clean for you.. i tried my best.. i swear.. i'm sorry.. please.. p-please don't get mad.." You sob as more and more tears start falling from your eyes. Your vision is starting to blur from all the tears, so much so that you can't even see chuuya anymore.

"....shh... darling.. i would never be mad at you.. what could ever make you think that..? i understand how hard it is to recover from something like this.." He whispers into your ear while holding you close, not even caring about the blood staining his clothes.

All you can do is cry and cry, you cant even manage to answer his question, all that came out if your mouth were pityfull sobs and 'i'm so sorry'. Chuuyas shoulder was becoming wet form all the tears but he didn't mind, he would do anything just so that you could feel better.

After some time of Chuuya trying to comfort you and trying to get you to tell what happened, did you finally calm down slightly, just enough for you to able to answer his questions.

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Chuuya starts washing your cuts gently, you both sit there in silence with the only sound beinf your small sniffles and some small choked sobs.

After a few seconds chuuya decides to break the slience, "..Darling, please.. what happened that made you relapce..?" he asks with a gentle tone while holding your shaking hands in his. For a moment you stay slient, wiping your tears. "...i... i-i've...", you say in a shaky voice trying to break out into a crying mess again. Right at this moment you didn't know what to say, you really didn't know how to say what made you do it.

"...take your time..", Chuuya's soft voice snaps you out of your trance, you feel his thumbs rubbing on top of your hands in a comforting way.

"...its hard to say.... i-i don't know how to put it into words..", you whisper, hoping chuuya wouldn't be mad. You're scared he'll be mad at your answer, scared he'll force you to talk, force you like your mother would always do. You remember the first time you relapsed she got mad and forced you to talk, even when you were crying.

"..thats fine.. its not always easy to put something like this into words.." Chuuya caressed your back in a comforting way, making you want to just cry, cry so hard and let everything out, everything that has been bothering you, all your worries and troubles. You felt so comfortable in his arms, like you were safe. "would writing it help?", he asks and runs his fingers through your hair.

You burry your face in his neck and nod, feeling him pick you up and carry you over to your bedroom. He gently puts you on the bed and you slightly whine from the stinging pain that came from your cuts, holding back your tears. '..i'm sucha an idiot..' you think while watching chuuya leave the room to go get paper.

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Chuuya comes back after some time with a piece of paper and a pen. He gives you the stuff and sits down next to you while waiting for you to write on the paper.

You sit there for a second before starting to write about how you've been feeling really insecure about yourself and thinking that you arent enough for him and that he should be with someone else. Once you're done writing you hesitate to give the paper back to chuuya for a bit, but you decide to just do it.

Once its in Chuuyas hands, you look away embaressed about the thngs you wrote, hoping he wouldn't judge you for it.

After a bit of silence, chuuya finally says something, "Darling.. why didn't you tell me..? i could've helped you feel better.." He says quietly and you just look down ashamed feeling like everything is your fult. You knew you should have told him, maybe then you wouldn't be in so much pain at the moment.

You felt like you were about to cry again, you felt weak. You just wanted to lay down and forget about the world around you.

"...i was scared.. i'i was so scared you'd be mad at me..." Your voice breaks as you try to explain everything to him. Chuuya sit there with you in his arms listening to you with a worried look on his face.

"...darling i would never hate you.. you're the most important person in my life, i would never be mad at you for relapcing.." He says while stroking your hair and rocking back and forth slowly. you hug him tight, like your scared he'll be gonne once you let go of him.

For the rest of the night chuuya keeps you in his arms while he comforts you and tells you how much he loves you.

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Grr the end was rushed 😓😓

Anyways, pleae give me some feedback, it really helps me when people tell me what i should try to be better at.

Do not repost this on any other website without asking me first and giving me credit!!

Requests: Closed for now

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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Always With You Pairing : Lee Minho x GN!Reader TW : none really ; comfort fic ; Word Count : 0.8k Request : @mooncallerautumn Am I able to request some comfort with Minho and a fem reader? A/N : I didn't want to make it too long, I didn't want you to have to wait too long either. If you want a longer fic, just let me know, you can DM me or send in an ask. I hope you feel better, and I'm just a message away if you need anything or if you just need to talk. <3

Times were hard, and Minho was no stranger to that feeling, and although it wasn’t always that way, some days were harder than others. Emotions weren’t something that should be bottled up, and while Minho wasn’t always the best at showing his own emotions well, he wanted to always make sure that you knew you could tell him what you were feeling, how your day went, everything.

“Hey, I’m on my way over! Do you…” He had called you, and you had answered immediately, which wasn’t anything new, but the fact that you didn’t say your usual greeting felt strange, but he didn’t think much of it, jumping to give you his own greeting. There wasn’t much that was off, but when he heard your quiet sniffles through the receiver, it had cut him off, and his heart quickened as a million scenarios went through his mind. “What’s wrong, love? What happened?” He asked quickly, his foot pressing further down on the gas pedal as he tried to get through the rush hour traffic to get to you faster.

“It’s… I just…” You took a deep breath, letting it out in a choked off sounding sob before telling him what was going on. You didn’t need to go into detail, Minho didn’t exactly want you to, at least not until he was there to hold you and comfort you in person. You didn’t even have to if you didn’t want to or if you felt that you couldn’t. He’d never push you, all he wanted was to be there for you, and that’s why he started turning down side streets, taking shortcuts until he pulled up outside of your home.

He stayed on the phone with you until he walked through the front door, ending the call once he saw you on the sofa. You were wrapped up in a throw blanket, your eyes puffy and red, you had been crying, and it seems like you’ve been crying for a while. “It’s gonna be okay…” He murmured, slipping his shoes off and setting his phone down away from himself before walking over to where you sat and dropping down beside you, his arm draping over your shoulder to pull you against his side. “If you want to talk, you can… If you just want to cry, I’ll be here no matter what.”

You nodded weakly, resting your head against his shoulder as your body shook with the remnants of your last episode of crying. Surely it wouldn’t be your last, but now he was beside you, he’d be there to wipe the tears away and do his best to bring you as much comfort as he could.

“Have you eaten yet, love? I can make you something…” He whispered, his hand stroking soothingly up and down your arm as he leaned his cheek against the top of your head. You made a soft sound, much like a whimper, of disagreement in response to his question and he hummed quietly, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before carefully getting up, making sure you were still comfortable before moving at all.

Sadness manifested itself in different ways, and with how much you had been crying, he knew that it would be difficult to eat, but he could only hope that his presence would make it even slightly easier for you. “I’m sorry…” You choked out the apology as he went to look through your fridge for anything to fill your stomach, and he almost didn’t catch the words when you said them, but the fact that you felt like you had to apologize had his heart tightening.

“For what, love?” He posed the question as he shifted through your fridge, giving up after a moment to grab his phone and heading back to the couch, dropping back down next to you as he opened the take out app. He wasn’t a master at voicing his own emotions, and it was something that made him shy, even a little nervous, but you were there for him always, and he wanted you to know that he would always be there for you too, no matter what the circumstances were. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I want to know that you’re okay, and even if you’re not… I want to know that too. There’s nothing wrong with coming to me when you feel like this… I want you to.” He had been staring down at his lap as he said it, the words coming out softly, sheepishly, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink from the genuine emotions felt in the moment. “I might not be able to… get rid of the sadness… And that’s okay too… But I can be here to help you get through it, no matter how long that might take, I’m always with you, and I always will be.”

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bogkeep · 2 years

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lounges across a chair with a cup of tea. you know, i could do a little bit of aroblogging. for old time's sake. for new time's sake? 'cause there's a thought i've been rotating for a bit, something i've been wanting to knit into a piece of poetry - maybe some day, just not today. it's something i've not seen discussed very much, or at all, really - probably because i haven't been looking in the right spaces, or looking at all. probably because it's going to make me sound kind of pretentious or arrogant, but i'm used to that, so: it's just - the strangeness of being an aroace person people keep falling in love with. i think "kind of person people keep falling in love with" is just something that happens if you're a person who's comfortable with yourself, or when you have a lot of interpersonal relationships, or if you just share much of yourself with other people. just, having contact with people around you in some way. feelings happen when they have the opportunity to grow! i don't know how it works! but i've been that person, at least a little bit, you know? it kind of happened as i grew older and grew into myself. it was very confusing, too, because like okay, i like myself, but i'm not necessarily expecing others to like me, it's great when they do but i wasn't banking on it! what!!!! it's very sweet and all but it also means - facing the conundrum: do i Want this, or do i just Want to Want it, or am i just Curious about what it would mean to Have it? i've Tried, and i still don't know. personally, i'm glad for having tried, because otherwise i'd be asking myself for the rest of my life what it would be like to Try, and that's a me thing. i'm not immune to the yearning! you'd think being aroace would make you immune to the Yearning. i want my money back? it also means - that no, i'm not aroace "because i can't get some," i promise, but it's not an argument i should have to make in the first place. it's such a strange spiral of an accusation, because in the world i live in there's nothing shameful about being single or a virgin regardless of orientation. to me it's a relief to not have to have sex with another person, but apparently i live in a society and in that society that's such a fundamentally alien notion i'm impossible to relate to. sorry about that.

it also means - i have to be the person who rejects people, and there's always so many stories about being the person who gets rejected, and there's mountains of sad songs and sympathy for being the Rejected One, the Lonely One, and of course, learning to handle rejection with grace is an important, painful thing. never got many saturday morning cartoon lessons in how to reject, though. not just in romantic pursuits, but in general. always running the treadmill of the scarcity mindset and You Must Never Hurt Anyone For Good Reason and there i was, crying my eyes out at my childhood friend's trampoline in the sunset telling him i'm sorry i can't love him back that way, and there i am, replying to the kindest social media DMs with i'm sorry i can't be your friend but it's not something i can force - i know it hurts, and who would we be if it didn't hurt, and if i didn't hurt you i would have to be the one to carry the pain. it's hard to make relatable, i guess? always the fucking relatability! i know a lot of people can't Relate. because we're young and lonely and yearning and starved, because we're social animals, even if we're fiercely independent or enjoy the solitude. not to make assumptions! i know we're all different and want different things from life! but there's not a lot of frameworks for how to fill our cups when every beverage we're offered is the wrong flavor. i know coke makes my teeth feel weird but there's so, so many commercials for it, and it looks tasty in all of them, and i haven't had a drink in forever, how do i not crave it? i'll still show up to the party asking for a water and everyone is gonna give me the weird looks. am i sure? am i sure? i'm tired of feeling like a wrecking ball, i say. uhhh okay idk what that is about, they'll say, but water? that's a little boring, isn't it? we have so much soda, though. there's coke, coke, and vanilla coke. just tap water, please and thank you. hope i don't ruin your party.

#the metaphor got away from me a bit #is there a coherent thesis? fuck if i know #too long for twitter #aroace tag #i know the food/drink metaphors are tiring but as a person who doesnt drink alcohol nor coffee. it just. happens So Much #scandinavians get weird when you dont drink coffee.

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railingsofsorrow · 7 months

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 15th; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

summary: iris's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 635

warnings/content: mentions of AHS; brief mention of coulrophobia; fluff.

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October 15th.

Hi, Spencer.

There is no such thing as “recent research” that says that coffee can replace meals throughout the day. I did my research, and this is total bullshit. If you are not eating healthy at least once a day I'm going to find you and I'm going to shove broccoli down your throat. (that's a threat)

Just FYI: just because you have 5 PhD's and people call you “Doctor Reid” doesn't mean you can say your opinion means you are a medical doctor. It is not a second opinion, therefore, coffee is not a whole meal, Spencer!

(I hate broccoli. It tastes so bad.)

Oh, and yes. I am one of those 14%. I can't stand them. I can't see or hear anywhere close to me. It's unsettling. They are unsettling and the costumes should not be allowed anymore. Have you ever watched American Horror Story? It explains everything — and stop calling it irrelevant facts! They're relevant to me, Doc!

Did everything end up alright in the end, though? Did your team get to solve it in time? (Please tell me there isn't a crazy clown running around Virginia...)

Oh, Spencer. Henry sounds lovely. I hope you are not teaching how to steal his mom's forbidden books, though. What do you mean “your magic tricks”? Is the Doctor Reid a great magician too? Is there anything you can't do?

I classify “troublemaker” as a cheeky kid who defies his mom's rules. Since we're on this topic... I used to steal cupcakes before their deliveries. My mom had a catering service. Every time the food was ready I'd go to the cupcake section — her recipe is the best thing, I wish I knew how to cook — grab five and then I'd hide somewhere to eat them.

She caught me once.

Switching the subject, it's understandable that you can't be impartial all the time during cases. You're human, you feel. This is normal. Don't beat yourself up for it, please. It's your job and you love it but with what you face every day, you can't expect to be happy all the time. Even I can't be, at my field which is nowhere near yours. You are allowed to feel sad, angry, anything, really. Please, know that, okay? And you can talk to me. Write. Send birds, whatever. I think over two months of exchanging letters we could consider ourselves friends, somewhat, right?

Okay, so the strangest thing just happened. I was just grading my student's midterms in my lab, then one of them walks in. We initiated a conversation, totally fine, he's a great kid. When he was about to leave he told me to not come to University on the 27th of this month (for some reason?) and he left. I didn't even think much of it until now. I don't know why but it unsettled me a bit? Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I'm sharing this here because it's late and I have no one else to talk to.

I'm exhausted, I need to get home!

About the book, I think Radcliffe makes me visualize exactly what is happening through her writing, that's what grabbed my attention. I've created so many theories and now I think all of them are wrong but I'm only halfway through the book. What spell did you put me under, Spencer? I don't like horror!

Anyway, remember to hydrate yourself and get a good night's sleep. I hope you have a great week, Spencer <3

(I'm glad you know what the symbol means now, thank your friend on my behalf!)

Ps: I read The Tell-Tale Heart and I had to sleep with one eye open tonight. Thanks, Spencer. I have to say I prefer Annabel Lee.

Love,

Iris.

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taglist: @lilyviolets ; @chayceschultz

#sun-bleached paper petals fic #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x original female character

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sexpistxls · 2 years

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Hey I’m having a horrible day (and it not even noon yet). I saw a dog get hit by a car and had to rescue it. And then my car got backed into a few hours later. Like I’m physically ok. But mentally… no. So could I have some haikyuu boys comforting me or something?

I like Tsukishima, Tendou, and Suna so any of them would be awesome. Thank you so so much

Hi love! I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a bad day :( But, there’s gonna be even better days to come now! If you need to talk to someone, my dms are open <3 Im glad you’re physically okay and didn’t get hurt <3 we all love you !

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠...

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀,..

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈,..

𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀☁︎

Tranquillity greeted Tsukishima at the door after he got home from work- and from this simple difference- he knew something was wrong. Although Tsukishima desires peace, he desires a loud and passionate ‘hii Kei! Welcome home, love!’ from y/n even more. Those kisses that she plant over his face, they’re like a reward for him after a particularly long day at work. So this change in schedule had him knowing that something was wrong.

“Y/n?” Kei said, peaking his head round into empty rooms before he found y/n laying in their shared bed. Y/n’s face buried in a pillow and her body curled into a comforting ball.

Kei had never seen her like this, he didn’t say a word. He carefully laid down next to y/n and slowly pried her body from its curled up state. His gentle hand wrapped around her wrist as he guided her body to face him. Y/n’s red flushed face and teary eyes shied away from his gaze.

Again, he didn’t say anything. Not because he didn’t care, but because he was genuinely at a loss for words. Nothing he could say would accurately depict how deeply he cared for her, How desperate he was to make her happy again.

So, he said nothing.

Kei let her cry all over his white shirt, rubbing her back as he softly kissed her head.

After a while, the gentle sobs quietly faded out and slowly turned into soft snores.

A gentle nighttime breeze lingered in the air as kei inched his hand onto y/n’s and carefully entwined their fingers.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈✿

“Let me cheer you up?”

“nothings wrong.”

Y/n was currently sat on Satori’s bedroom floor, lent against his bed as she tried so hard to focus on her homework. But her mind was plagued by thoughts from her shitty day and the constant chatter from her not-so-shitty boyfriend who was laying upside down on his bed as his head hung off of the side of the bed. His face upside down and next to y/n.

“That’s the fifth time you’ve said that, y/nnn” Tendo said, dragging out the last letter of her name, not in announce, however, more in desperation.

“Because there’s nothing wrong.” She replied in a stern tone- much different to her usual kindly spoken dialect.

Tendo sighed in response. He had tried endlessly to make her laugh and to pull his girlfriend from this unknown and sudden bad mood.

So he sat there in defeat. Examining her beautiful face and her unique features: her lips that he could kiss endlessly, her imperfect skin that was so perfect to him, her beauty marks and freckles that gracefully coated her skin. He traced her face all the way up to her eyes- which had tears slowly building up in them.

“You’re beautiful, y/n”

“what?”

“you’re perfect”

The tears in her eyes began to overflow at this point. She wasn’t sad or upset by these compliments- it just felt so good to here these words at a tough time.

His slender hand grasped her chin as Tendo turned y/n’s head in order for her to be looking at him. He slowly pulled her face into his as their lips melted together, y/n’s tears slowly trickling down between their lips.

It sort of reminded tendo of that one scene from spider-man.

That upside down kiss.

“salty” Tendo said as their lips parted

“You’re insane. Too much blood rushing to your head. Sit up!” y/n laughed, a sound that was so pleasant to Tendo.

“Only if we can cuddle though~”

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Things always get better, i promise <3

#kei tsukishima #haikyuu scenarios #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #hq tendou #tendou headcanons #tendo #tendou satori #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader

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angelsheadcannons · 10 months

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Home.

Pairing: !Fem Angel x Sam (Platonic)

Summery: It is the solstice. Asher and Milo’s mate are out at the store, Sam and Angel stayed at the house. Angel has a break down and Sam is there to comfort her

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death, overall sadness.

!DISCLAIMER!

I am new to writing like this. It is not perfect. There may be spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes. Please DM me with suggestions of how I can better my writing pieces for the future if you have any suggestions! Also, please DO NOT take credit for my work or copy and paste my work to other platforms and pages. Love you all!

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“Hey Sam, what movie do you wanna watch?” Angel asked while waiting for Sam to come back from the kitchen with more Soda.

“I don’t know. Whatever you put on will be fine.” He spoke in his southern tone. Angel shifted a little letting the vamp sit next to her. Sam handed her a can of soda. The can was cold with condensation dripping on her leg. She ignored the coldness and eventually picked one of her favorite childhood movies, ‘Coraline’. Sam settled into the couch occasionally taking sips of his water.

Angel took a deep breath inhaling the sent that radiated off of him. He smelled like fire smoke, the woods and a hint of cologne. It was a smell that she felt familiar with. She started to think of where she had smelt a combination like that before. Then it hit her. Like a ton of bricks in the face. Angels Father. He was an outdoorsman. Always hunting or working on something outside. They would go to their camp that they owned and have Fourth of July parties with family and friends. Sam felt Angel shift on the couch more. Almost like she was trying to get away from him. In all honesty she was. She was trying to get away from those memories. Her father died when she was young. It’s been so long. So why is this hurting her so much. As the memories kept flooding into Angels mind, the tears kept building. Finally spilling from her eyes.

Sam felt a change in the air. He turned his head slightly, just enough to see her face. She was looking straight at the screen with tears streaming down her face. Her cheeks were bright red and eyes puffy.

“You okay? Your crying..” he said softly. Angel quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks. And looked at Sam.

“I’m fine!” She tried to smile but the tears kept coming. Why can’t she just forget about it? There was no reason for her to be thinking about him. He’s not here. End of story. But it isn’t that easy.

“No you’re not, what’s going on?” Sam questioned.

“It’s just that this movie makes me cry.” Angel lied. There isn’t really anything sad about this movie. It is supposed to be a scary kids movie after all. Sam looked back at the screen. Coraline was going through the little door for the second time. There was nothing sad on the screen whatsoever.

“Don’t lie to me. What going on? Is it because David is out in the woods?” He paused looking for the words to ease her worries. “I promise you if you’re worried about him he’s going to be -“

“It’s not about David!” Angel blurted out. Why did she just say that?! Is she crazy? Sam doesn’t need to know. What is she thinking?

“Then what is it about..? If ya’ don’t mind me asking?” He turned his body to face hers. What is she going to do now. She can’t just brush him off now and pretend like nothing happened. She definitely can’t lie again to his face. That’s just wrong. Angel took a deep breath again. The scent haunting her nose. The memories came back into her mind again. Then, her walls broke.

“I just.. you..” she paused. Trying to describe this in a way that won’t sound weird. Just say it Angel. “You smell like my dad.” Sam’s eyes widened. “I don’t know if that sounds weird but, you do. You remind me of him.. to be honest you kind of act like him.” Sam put a hand on her shoulder. She stopped talking to look at him.

“That’s what this is about?” He said softly.

“Yes.” Angel whispered more tears clouding her vision until they got blinked away. Without warning Sam came closer and hugged her tightly. Angel inhaled his scent as she wrapped her arms around him. Feeling somehow lighter. His words were soft spoken. Only for her to hear.

“I don’t know who he was or what he was like but, he must smell pretty good then.” Sam chuckled a little. “You are a strong girl. I know that he would be so proud of you are today.” Angel laid her head on his shoulder and let herself sink into him. That’s all she needed to hear at that moment. They stayed like that for a few more minutes before Angel finally pulled away. She turned back to the screen and continued to watch the movie. Sam smiled and turned to watch as well.

They both never spoke of this moment. But from that moment on Sam felt a sense of responsibility for Angel. Like she was his daughter. Angel appreciated this.

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#redacted angel shaw #redacted angel #redacted audio #redacted #redacted headcanons #redacted asmr #redacted rp #redactedverse #redacted angst #redacted sam #Spotify

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eb-is-hot · 2 years

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Warning: This is a real thing that could happen. Its a vent post. This is not for the faint of heart. Nor people who get triggered by the following: Self harm, Suicide, verbal abuse, self negativity. This also takes place in modern time world. Also. I had got this idea from a game called, ’dont take the risk.’ played by markiplier. Go check it out! :) If you need to talk to someone. My DM’s are always open.

PopCat click. (because be real. Cats make things better :) ) :

Suicide Hotline:

Summary: You were meant to call the Suicide hotline. Instead calling a fellow Gryffindor by a mistake in you punching in the numbers.

You had been struggling. Self appearance. Self doubt. And just a deep dark place swallowing you up whole. You never looked forward to the next day. You had thought about not having to live another day. To be able to be free from all the worries, and negativity on the world and yourself. You looked at your phone. Searching up ’how to die without pain.’ Because, you didn’t wanna die in pain. You wanted to go peacefully. You watch as it loads. The first thing to pop up was, „If you are struggling with suicidal or self injury, please call or text ___-___-____. You memorized the number. Thing you could use it. Maybe talking to someone could help you. Maybe that was all you needed. You bit your lip. Taking a deep breath and punching in the number. You put your phone on speaker.

You sat there. Awaiting for a voice to ask you questions. You grew impatient with every little ring or buzz. Until, you hear a voice. „Hello?”, it questioned. You took a deep breath and then let it out. Replying to the voice. „Hi..this is the suicide hotline correct?”, you had asked the, what sounded like a male. „Oh, i’m sorry. But no, you have the wrong number.” The voice replied with. A bit inside you was thankful. The other was upset, sad. „Oh, i see. This must be a sign…sorry to bother you.”, and you hung up.

Fred Weasly. A boy who had just received a phone call from a anonymous person, asking for the suicide hotline, was now very worried. He tried to call the person back. Guilt and desperate fear lurked in his stomach. ‘Pick up…please please pick up.’ It reached to voicemail. He panicked and then shot the person a text. ‘Hey, are you okay? Please answer me. I want to help you.’ ,He watched as the delivered message popped up. After about a minute, it had changed to ’read.’

You saw the message. Looking at it sighing. In this time you had made it to the astronomy tower. One of the highest, if not the highest tower in all of Hogwarts. You respond to the text, ’Hello, please dont worry for me.’ , But of course. The guy at the end of the line would worry. Then, a call appeared. You answer it, holding your phone up to your ear. You heard a voice, „You don’t plan on hurting yourself, correct?”, the voice that sounded oddly familiar said.

„Why, its not like you know me on a personal level.” , you said. You didn’t mean to come off as rude. But the man replied with, „Someone on a Suicide Hotline wouldn’t know you personally either.” He said and you huffed in amusement. ’Touché.’ , you had thought. You sigh softly. Looking down at the ground from way up high. „Why did you call me back, i have no one to care for me, no one who loves me.”, you had paused. And then continued. „ I do not matter.” , you speak into the silence. You heard a soft whisper on the other side of the line. „Aw jeez…don’t say that..” ,you heard the sympathy in his voice. Fred had a true sorrow look on his face. He needed to talk to you more. So he sparked up a convocation, to get to know your location. So he can help you. „Where is your location?” , he asked but you only said one word. „Hogwarts.”, Fred froze. Someone at school was feeling this deep of a sadness? „Oh really? What house are you in?”, He said. He stood up and bit his lip. He needed to help this student out. „Gryffindor.”, you reply, you had now climbed up to the ledge. Sitting. Looking down at the ground.

Fred had checked all rooms in the Gryffindor room while he asked you some questions to keep you from doing anything. Example being, ’your favorite color.’, or ’favorite animal.’ He couldn’t find any one in the common room, nor dorms.

You had sighed and looked at the edge. „I should go..thank you. But, i don’t want anyone to deal with my presence anymore.” , you said on the phone. The voice quickly said, „you’re not bothering me. Talk to me longer, please.” , you could hear the true panic in his voice. „What a beautiful place to see the stars.” , you said before hanging up.

Fred had put two and two together, The tower, stars? Astronomy tower. Thats where you had to have been. He rushed up there, skipping the trick steps as he moved. He knew a short cut between the walls. He took it and in 4 minutes, he had arrived. He had prayed to Merlin that you were there.

And there was a person. He had looked at their back. They only had their Hogwarts pants and button up shirt on, along with the shoes. No vest, no robes. He recognized them. He knew it was y/n, he stared at them everyday of his life. His eyes flicker to their wrist, Faded, and newer scars. His heart shattered. The y/n who was bubbly and always joking? He had got his phone and called the ’unknown number.’ who was very known now.

He saw your phone ring and you answer. „Y/n…please…please get off the ledge.”, Fred mumbled. You had turned around to see one of the Weasly Twins. A red headed trouble maker. „Fred..?”, you were shocked. You look at him and he slowly walks to you. he held his hand out. You took it. He helped you down and just hugged you. „Who made you think all the words you had said to me, y/n?” , He asked and pulled away. „Who told you that you don’t matter, that no one loves you.

That was it. You couldn’t help it. You broke down right there in Freds arms. He had wrapped his long freckled arms around you. „Hey, Hey…shhh…its ok..i promise. I’ll help you through all these negative thoughts. You are not alone.” , He said and he held your face with both hands. „You think you’re worthless..i think you’re worth a fortune.” He had said. This was never the way he wanted to tell you that he had fallen in love with you. But, here he is. ”I must be a nobody, because i love you.” ,He had said a cheesy joke. And cracked his stupid lovable grin, you couldn’t help but grin back. Even with all these thoughts he managed to make you feel special. “Don’t worry Sweetheart…i’ll help you. I promise.”, and he pulled you in for another hug. You knew it would take a while to recover. But you had help. And it turns out, he will be your medicine.

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"at heart, im a himbo. depending on the day mabye some bimbo. point is im hot and stupid at first glance but the more layers you peel the more you see how dastardly i am.

*cough cough* foreshadowing *cough cough*

-ÆÆ anon"

oh they sure are fucking more dastardly than they look, and they're foreshadowing because of what IM ABOUT TO REVEAL TO YOU. well no, they're actually foreshadowing an evil scheme they had planned, BUT IM HERE TO INTERVENE BEFORE YOU CAN LET THE FORESHADOWING SLIP OVER YOUR HEADS.

Oh yeah and I'm quackity apologist anon, btw- I'm intentionally revealing my identity. For why? I'll get there in a minute

qaa. I understand that our history has been mostly all bad, and that I've wronged you a whole lot too. I meddled with you and your new spouses, and I warned Æ Æ about you. because I didn't trust you, and I though I saw in Æ Æ what happened with our marriage, I thought I was preventing more heartbreak.

BUT IT TURNS OUT, I SHOULDNT HAVE BEEN PROTECTING Æ Æ FROM HEARTBREAK IN UR RELATIONSHIP, IT WAS YOU WHO NEEDED PROTECTION.

okay that doesn't sound right I I'm not saying you're a damsel in distress- but I AM SAYING THAT Æ Æ ANON IS A BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER WHO'S ONLY HERE TO CAUSE CHAOS AND THEN PEACE OUT ONCE YOU GET PREGNANT

AND I HAVE PROOF THRU FORM OF SCREENSHOYS BOTCHES!!!!!

Æ Æ anon and I had been in each other's dms after the whole creepy stalker fiasco and so once I was absolutely destroyed by qaa's analysis abt me, distraught, I ran to my ex stalker to cry about how ruined I was and make peace with them.

but... they didn't seem to want to make peace... so I decided to politely listen...

THEY WILL DENY ALL ACCUSATIONS THIS BITCH

I was hoping they would see I didn't want revenge and stop proposing the scheme but they were COMMITTED in CONVINCING ME

I was backed into a corner. so I pretended to go along with it... with relishing in my love for spicy salsas and a spice. OK IK IK IM NOT VERY GOOD AT ACTING but I think they bought it-

and the fuckin bastard thought I could never reveal what they said that day, WELL THEY UNDERESTIMATED THE POWER OF MY PETTINESS TO SCREW THEM OVER.

and the sad thing is that I liked you Æ Æ, I really did. 🥺 when you stalked me and left me ominous messages I felt seen for the first time in a long time, and though I feared for my life at first, then you showed that you meant no harm and we spoke! I still exposed you because you were being a creep, but you respected my decision when I warned you in ur face that I'd do so and I felt safe enough around u to run to you before anyone else after your spouse psycho-analyzed the fuck out of me.

but now I know that you were only nice to me because I was notorious for causing chaos in the inbox community and you never even cared about ANYONE here. so fuck that, fuck u, eat shit, get exposed, run back to the mountains and grow ur own fuckin chaos carrots bitch. I may have REAL bad issues with my ego and resentment, but if anything I should be GRATEFUL that someone pointed out why I'm so fuckin MISERABLE, not deciding to RUIN THEIR LIFE for your own sick entertainment.

if I'm being honest, this ask might not even stop them from marrying qaa and Wilbur semi defender anon, but I divorced qaa because I thought I came to the realization that we weren't ready for commitment. and now my guts are telling me that there's NO WAY Æ Æ was EVER ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN STAYING IN A COMMITTED, LOVING UNION WITH U 2

so I leave with one final statement:

I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO!!!! I TOLD YOU DOG!

- quackity apologist anon

Holy shit

I don't even have the words

#anons my beloved #quackity apologist anon #my own personal soap opera

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moon-ursidae · 1 year

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SESSION #10!!

there will be spoilers for tlou part i and ii, as well as the HBO series!!!!!

okay it’s been super fucking long since i played this. the semester got super fucking hectic, but it’s over now! ANYWAY, i’ll be putting my scrambled thoughts down below!

total play time: a lil over 3 hours!

The Coast!!

it’s all dark and stormy i’m so fuckin scared

i hate this

I HAVE TO SWIM IN THE OCEAN????

my thalassophobia is havin a field day rn

these people were killed in their sleep?? damn

i feel like this is the perfect area for stalkers i am so on edge

the sound design is fucking amazing holy shit the sounds of the ship settling and the waves crashing against it outside?? awesome

CROSSBOW WOOOO

i knew there would be infected in here goddamnit

this is so fucking scary holy shit

COIN WOOOO

WEST VIRGINIA!! MOUNTAIN MAMAAAAA TAKE ME HOOOOME COUNTRY ROADS

anyway

on the lookout for this fuckin safe

THERE’S A SHAMBLER

OH FUCK

THIS WENT SO WRONG

OH NO

it’s cleared but i used hella ammo lmao

UTAH COIN

i feel like i’m gonna get sniped on this fuckin road bro

AQUARIUM

… surely they’re not just gonna let me in…

of course i have to find a way around

this is a video game!

this is so weird after being in here as ellie

oh my god it never registered to me that she kills owen and mel in the room w the whales..

OH MY GOD THE MURAL OF SALT LAKE CITY

this fuckin slays

oh god.

the boat.

oh shit owen killed danny???

ohhhhhh that’s why they go to santa barbara

damn abby really does end up like joel then huh?

takin on a kid and goin to the fireflies

that’s fuckin craaaaazy

“should i go find the people that killed my family?” 🫢

ANYWAY

BACK AT THE FUCKING HOSPOTAL AGAIN GODDAMNIT

IT ALL GOES BACK TO THIS FUCKING HOSPITAL

I’VE BEEN DOWN THIS HALLWAY SO MANY FUCKING TIMES

oh fuck

oh this is so much worse than i thought it was

LEV AND YARA NOOOOO

that’s so sad :(

damn owen’s got some serious burn scars on his back

the way longing is playing when she’s thinkin about lev and yara

I’M SO CLOSE TO RAT KING I’M SO FUCKIN SCARED

the way that she’s questioning herself on why she’s caring about these 2 kids the way joel did the same w ellie

DAMN.

FINALLY PEOPLE TO FIGHT

THESE UPGRADES ARE SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE???

i added stability to the hunting pistol since i just got the upgrade to craft ammo for it so i think i’ll he using it more

oooooo YARA’S ARM LOOKS SO BAD :(

“i’m giving her a chance” WHY AM I TEARING UP

OH SHIT ALICE

OH SHIT MEL

yara :(((

omg are they gonna amputate??

oh fuck

“just make it stop hurting, please.” 😭

FUUUUUCK BRO RAT KING I’M SCARED

LEV AND YARA😭😭

omg now abby’s with lev like how joel was with ellie 🫢

“i don’t care about last night.” “well i do.” AWKWARRRRRRD

LEV SAYING HE DOESN’T LIKE DOGS PROBABLY BC OF THE FUCKING WLF DOGS I AM CRYINNNGGGG

THE IMMEDIATE BANTER

THE PICTURE OF THE DOGS PLAYING POKER

“did you know our dogs play cards like that.” “i’m 13 not 8.” “you’re the size of an 8 year old.” “..do other people think you’re funny?” “…no.” LIKE PPLEEEAAASSSSEEE

i care about them as a duo so much already goddamnit

the way abby answers lev’s questions GOOOOD THIS IS REMINDING ME SO MUCH OF JOEL AND ELLIE AND I KNOW THAT WAS THE GOAL AND I’M MAD THAT IT’S WORKING LMAO

NEVADA COIN WOOO

“you know when you’re jumping sometimes a running start can help-“ “i know how to jump” PLEEEAAASSSE THEIR BANTER ALREADY IS SO GOOD

DAMN LEV’S GOT HOPS HOLY SHIT

THE WAY HE CAN OPEN DOORS THAT ABBY CAN’T GET TO LIKE JOEL AND ELLIE-

i’m gonna be saying that a lot

i fucking love lev so much already oh my god

THIS IS SO PRETTY I LOVE OVERGROWN SHIT AHHH

oh shit there’s more seraphite art!

OH MY GOD THE CRITICAL ROLE REFERENCE?????

THE FUCKING TABLE IN THIS APARTMENT WITH THE COMBAT MAP SET UP WITH THE DICE SETS ALL AROUND THE TABLE RRAAAHHHHHHHH

THERE’S A DM SCREEN AT THE END OF THE TABLE W A FUCKING DICE TRAY AND DICE AAAHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOD THERE’S MINI PAINTING SUPPLIES

safe cracked 🫡

that’s so sad about what happened w sam, james, julia, and heidi :(

OH MY GOD THE FUCKING TARGETS SET UP AND THE CRIT WHERE THE HEAD IS OH MY GOOOOOD

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SHAMBLERS ALL OF A SUDDEN??

i just used all of my fucking rifle ammo goddamnit

“i need you to be really careful, okay?” 😭😭

WORKBENCH WOOOOO

gonna upgrade the clip capacity in the 9mm bc i deeply regretted not doing that last time

“cats… dancing cats. people from the old time were weird” ALRIGHT LEV LISTEN

DAMN LEV’S GOT MAD PARKOUR SKILLS

lev fucking knows bro he’s so good at reading people

“i had a cousin who was afraid of heights” HAHAHA I LOVE HIM

“how much higher are we going?” “you’ll be okay” “it’s a lot higher isn’t it?” “yes.” I LOVE THHHHEEEEEMMMMMM

OH FUCK LEV GOT SHOT!

it was just a graze i got so scared

“did you hear what they called me?” “yea.” “do you want to ask me about it?” “do you want me to ask you about it?” “no.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i love lev.

WOAAAAHHHHHHHH this seraphite window art and altar is fucking epic

oh fuck i’m savin for that burst fire i’m only 30 away

OH FUCK SERAPHITES

aw the lil enthusiasm when lev said it was his first time cussing🥺

OH MY GOD LEEEEEEEV

“can i give you some advice?” 😭😭😭

WE’RE GOING SO FUCKING HIGH UP HOLY SHIT

WAIT ARE THESE THE FUCKING CRANES THAT YOU SAW AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS SECTION LEAVING THE AQUARIUM TO FIND LEV AND YARA????? OHHHHHHH MY GOD.

WHEN HER FOOT SLIPPED MY HEART STOPPED OH MY GOD

THIS IS SCARY

BUT SO COOL

LEV SAYING “cold.” INSTEAD OF COOL I LOVE HIIIIIIIIIM

“what’s going on between you and your friend owen?” “oh my god, lev! now?” I LOVE THEM.

“lev come here i’m gonna hug you” “you’re not gonna want to hug me in a second” i love them. so many.

“it’s gonna be okay. eyes on me.” have i said that i love lev?

ABBY FUCKING SLIPPED OH GOD

THEY JUST FELL SO FUCKING FAR. ARE YOU JOKING

i fucking knew there’d be something at the bottom of the pool

awe a lil light for lev 🥺

oh fuck

i don’t wanna leave him

okay this seems like it’s gonna be an intense infected section

and i do not have the mental wherewithal to deal with that rn

so i’m savin it for tomorrow!

fun lil section!

INTENSE section

i’m absolutely fucking horrified for rat king tomorrow

but yknow

FUN!

#the last of us #the last of us part ii #the last of us spoilers #the last of us part ii spoilers #the last of us part 2 spoilers #the last of us part two spoilers #tlou spoilers #tlou part ii spoilers #tlou part 2 spoilers #tlou part two spoilers #tlou #tlou part ii #tlou part 2 #tlou part two #mads plays the last of us!🌿#mads plays the last of us part ii!🍃

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gaykey · 2 years

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I'm on the verge of a breakdown, i feel like i chose the wrong major altho I love it. I feel like I'm never gonna be fluent in korean even tho I skipped a whole level and after a year and a half only I started studying TOPIK 3/4 level stuff. And i can't complain to anyone cuz ppl will think I'm bragging but I've set such high expectations of myself it's insane, and anxiety too doesn't help at all. I have an exam in 4 days and I need to study 500 words minimum but my brain just can't seem to absorb them. I have 27 days left here in Seoul, and instead of being sad i feel relieved I can go back home soon and have a hug from my family and best friends because I'm absolutely destroyed rn. My mental health is declining so hard atm and just cuz I compare myself to ppl who've been studying korean for 4 years+. I feel like a gifted kid in the middle of a burnout, with ppl constantly saying how easy it comes for me to learn languages, how smart must I be when i feel like an absolute idiot all the fucking times. Just, what the fuck am I doing?

hello anon

i'm so so sorry you're feeling like this right now.

i don't even really know what advice i can offer you?

from the sounds of it, you are in the middle of burnout. you're stretching yourself way too thin, putting way too much pressure on yourself, and it desperate need of a break.

but i know you know all this.

don't be afraid to reach out to someone in your life and tell them how you're feeling though. even if it's just for a bit comfort or relief or offloading. it might make you feel a bit better.

no matter what, you've worked so hard and you've done so well! but also, it's okay to not be perfect all the time. i know it's easier said than done, but, comparing yourself to others really will get you nowhere. everyone moves at their own pace.

you should be so proud of yourself.

honestly? i'm really glad you're going home soon too, just so you can get that we'll needed hug.

i'm sorry this hasn't been very helpful, but, I'm here if you ever need to offload again, or just want to chat? dm me if you wanna!

i wish you all the best for your exam.

but moreso, i wish for you to take it easier on yourself.

#anon #also i'm so sorry this took all day to answer #hope you're ok

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aftermathing · 3 years

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#Not to rely on strangers to keep me alive #But why has no one ever asked me if I'm okay after all the vent posts I make???#Other people can like. Forget to capitalize the first word of their sentence and their followers are like #'!!! ARE YOU OKAY YOU SOUND SAD WHAT'S WRONG I CAN DM YOU!!!!'#It just sucks so much that not even strangers care about me I don't have anyone else #And when I say like 'it sucks that no one likes my art. Please Like this art I feel like a failure.' no one does anything.#I shouldn't rely on the acceptance of strangers but #It SUCKS!!! 2 notes per art I spend days on????? I'm IN ACTUAL TEARS #Am I egotistical??? Am I just selfish and self-centered? Feel free to cancel me for being an asshole #Even negative attention is better than nothing at all

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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Can i request “I’m not leaving. Ever.” with leviathan and gn mc

Red Alert! Emotional Support Demon Required

Prompt: “I’m not leaving. Ever.”

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Gn!MC/Reader x Leviathan

Summary: You and Levi were supposed to do an anime marathon tonight, but for some reason, you never show up at his room.

Warnings: Feelings of depression.

A/N: I recently played further into season 3 and absolutely loved Leviathan in it (I didn't even know it was possible to love him more!). I wanted to write something that shows that sometimes, this shy bean of a demon knows what to do when his Henry is feeling down.

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He had been waiting for this day for weeks.

Ever since the release date of I Thought I'd Like Working As A Butler, But My Boss Turned Out To Be My Best Friend, And Now I'm Feeling Super Conflicted But Also Kind Of Into It So Please Send Help? had been confirmed on the forums, Levi had planned out the biggest marathon for newly released animes for the both of you. First, he had brought enough sodas and snacks to last the entire night. Second, he had made an entire list of the animes you and him were going to watch in order from most hyped and talked about, and finally, you two would be reviewing your favorites and talk more in depth about your favorite stories, characters and plot points! He just couldn't wait- this was going to be so cool!

Except that, as the time of your meeting in his room approached more and more, Levi grew anxious. He started shifting in his seat on the floor, the countdown for the first episode on his TV's screen kept dropping and yet, you still weren't sitted by his side. The broadcast was about to start, but there was no way he'd let you miss out on the first few seconds, whatever the reason for your absence was. And so the demon got up from his seat on the floor, and left the comfort of his room to walk to your own.

Levi's knocks were weak against your door, before the demon shyly cracked it open to peek inside your bedroom. "M-MC..?"

Your room was entirely plunged into darkness, save for the tree's dim lights, much to Levi's surprise who was expecting to perhaps see you in the middle of preparing yourself to go meet him in his room. With hesitation, he pushed the door to step inside, looking around the room as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"MC? Are you in there...?" He looked around, a bit worried. You hadn't gone out with one of his brothers since dinner and ditched him, right?

His tensed expression was however quickly eased upon seeing your frame laid down in bed, hidden by your thick blanket. You were facing the wall, so he couldn't tell if you had accidentally fallen asleep or not- something that was harder to tell given how silent you were despite his presence in your room.

"Y-You awake? Working As A Butler is going to start soon..." Levi approached the bed with timid steps, tilting his head to the side as he awaited an answer from you while fiddling with his fingers.

"Oh..." A weak sound of surprise fell out of your lips. "Sorry Levi, I... I'm not feeling very good right now. I don't think I can watch anime with you tonight."

Levi's hopes were crushed in an instant, as his mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Wh-What? But... why?! We planned everything out together, and you even said this morning how excited you were to see it. I don't understand..."

Levi's worries quickly turned against him like sharp knives. "Did-- Did I do something wrong?"

"It's not you, I just..." He watched as you brought the blanket above your shoulder. "I'm just feeling... really down. I don't know why, it's just... one of those days."

"Oh..." His eyes wandered around the room aimlessly, trying to think of something to say. He perfectly knew what it was like to have the blues for no reason whatsoever, but he'd be lying if seeing you in this state didn't hurt him.

"Sorry Levi." You hid yourself even more with the blanket. "Could you maybe leave-"

"I-I don't want you to be alone." He exclaimed through wobbly lips, his cheeks turning pink as he took a step closer to the bed. He knew too well what it was like, keeping to yourself and let the bad thoughts rot inside your brain. But as much as he had a tendency to do that to himself, he wasn't about to let you experience the same.

"I'm sad too sometimes, and in those moments, I know it's best to have someone with you to... share the pain."

He marked a pause, your figure keeping still in the bed, with no reaction to his words. Levi gulped, and as if his body had grown a conscience of its own, he placed a knee on the mattress before laying down near you, wrapping an arm around you. Even with the thickness of the covers, you were able to sense the warmth of his chest against your back. This attention- it only urged the tears you had fought against to show up even more.

"Levi, please, I'm fine, you can just go-"

"N-No!" Levi closed his eyes shut, his face red hot from how bold he was being. "Y-You're always there for me when I'm being harsh on myself, always dealing with my rantings even though I'm a shut-in who's only found one true friend in his life. So n-no, I won't let my best friend be sad and alone in the dark." He hugged your frame tighter, planting his face against your back as his tone softened.

"I'm not leaving. Ever."

Levi kept still, the color of his cheeks unchanging as he suddenly felt your hand pulling out from under the covers, to place itself on his own. As he heard you silently sniffling, your shoulders starting to tremble against him, he had to admit how glad he was that he couldn't see your face right now. Otherwise, it probably would have made him cry, too.

"I'll stay here until you're not sad anymore, okay?" He offered. You squeezed his hand a bit more as a response.

"What about the anime... ?"

Levi closed his eyes as he shook his head, ever so glad he could be there to shield you against the darkness of your thoughts.

"It can wait. You'll always be more important anyway."

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Taglist: @the-wilted-amaryllis, @amistytown (to be added to the general taglist, send me a DM, an ask, or reply to this post!)

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Hello @gluttonousfruit you are in fact my first request. (I did not forget about you in moving my blog.) I am super excited to have anyone ask me to write something! Also I would love to be friends! Feel free to message me through asks or in private DMs! I hope you enjoy the imagine!

Warnings: Fluff with a small amount of angst because Levi doubts himself 😞

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Levi with an Animator S/O

"Okay MC, I know we just finished 'Swimming Only Leads to Hot Mermaids,' but I was thinking since we are already watching otomes, we should watch another series that everyone is recommending online!" Levi says this as he begins to pull out one DVD and place in another while bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy.

"I guess I could watch one more series, but it better be a good one. Sure the mermaids were attractive, but there wasn't much of a plot." MC says with a yawn. A quick look over to the clock, and it reads 11:48 PM in a blinding blue light. Not too late for one of Levi's normal bingefests, but a little too late for MC when they have classes tomorrow.

"No, I promise this one is good. Everyone is talking about the art style. They say it is so original that it's captivating." Levi walks to the small futon briskly and plops himself down next to MC as he continues to ramble about the art. His voice slowly trails off as the opening begins to play.

As the music fills MC's ears, they perk up and a small smile appears on their face. "Levi, could this perhaps be, 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?"

Levi faces MC in shock. The look on their face is quite smug. (In all seriousness, it reminds Levi of Mammon when he wins poker, but he doesn't want to be think about his brother while looking at MC. So he pushes that thought away.) This anime came out only the day before their bingefest. And even then, Levi had this copy pre-ordered for this very occasion and it arrived before any stores were selling physical copies. There is no way a normie like MC could have heard about its release. Does this mean MC isn't such a normie after all?

"You heard of this show already?" The surprise in his voice was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I have heard of it." MC smiles and chuckles quietly, "I have never actually seen it, but I have heard the opening quite a few times."

"Oh..." Levi sighs. He was so stupid. Of course MC had heard the opening. It is all over his Devilgram and they were on their phone for part of the last show, so they obviously just heard it on there. Levi deflates looking solemn. It was just a pipe dream that MC would ever be interested in his yucky otaku interests.

"Hey! There is no reason to be all sad just because I know the name of the show. I still haven't seen the whole thing. My first time watching will still be with you Levi, isn't that special enough?" The smile on MC's face seemed sincere enough, but the words that came out of their mouth made blood rush up to Levi's cheeks. Their first... did they really mean to say it like that?...

As thoughts begin to flood Leviathan's head the show began. It was true the art style was captivating. So captivating in fact, that he forgot about his embarrassment. But MC's words still lingered in his mind as he watched the show.

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"Well, I am dead tired." MC stands cracking their aching joints as they look at the clock. 2:37 AM. It was that late already? "I think I need to head to bed Levi. I have classes in the morning and I need at least a few hours of sleep."

"Are you sure?" Levi was just starting to enjoy MC's presence. At the beginning of the night, he was on edge trying to make everything perfect. Levi did want to mess up by being a yucky Otaku and give them a reason to leave him all alone. But as the night progressed, (and more snacks were consumed) he felt increasingly more comfortable with sharing his favorite shows with MC. "I have other shows we could watch to pass the time, or we could play this new game I got-"

MC walks over to Levi and gently sets their hands on his shoulders, "Games and anime are great, but what I need right now is sleep." MC watched as Levi's face filled with a blush and his eyes flashed with hurt. "I am not leaving because I am mad... or sad... or anything really. I just need to sleep, Leviathan." Their voice was barely above a whisper as they said his name. How could he disagree with them when they said his name like that; all the while, looking deep into his eyes. He felt like he could explode.

As MC turns away, the demon in question then sighs mutters a quiet "okay" under his breath. "Don't worry, Levi. This isn't the last time I will watch anime with you. I promise we can do another one of these when another new anime comes out." MC begins to pick up their things. A blanket they brought with them to keep warm in Levi's cold room and the rest of their human snacks. "Besides, I really liked that one, and I have heard they are already making season two." As they speak, MC makes their way across the room to the gigantic tank.

"Wait. How do you-"

"Good night Henry. Good night Levi." And with that, MC leaves. Closing the door behind them.

How did MC know about a second season? Even he, the Great Otaku Levi, has not heard about a season two on any forums or on any other website... After thinking about it, Levi suspects it's probably on Devilgram like the opening was. To prove his theory, he pulls out his D.D.D. and opens up Devilgram to the 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi' page. He scrolls through their posts and finds the opening, like he predicted, but what he didn't predict was their most recent post.

"This show would not have been possible without MC. Thank you for making such a great story and great art to go along with it!"

Levi reads the caption once, twice, thrice and is speechless. The photo for this post is none other than his MC standing with a hand drawn piece of the protagonist. He can even see their signature in the corner when he zooms in! He knew that they liked to draw, but he never thought they would make an anime.

Without thinking, Levi gets up and begins to run to MC's room. He needs to know that this isn't some sort of elaborate prank that MC and Satan brewed up to make him like a normie more.

The door to MC's room busts open, "MC!" The room is completely dark except for the light shining in through the doorway.

"Levi...? Is that you? Is something wrong?" MC's voice is soft and laced with sleep. If this were any other time, Levi would have screamed over their cuteness, but today he had a mission. He immediately marches up to the half asleep MC and promptly shoves his phone in their face.

"Did you make 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?" MC sits up and squints as their eyes adjust to the blinding screen and look at the post.

"Um... yeah. That's me isn't it?" Silence takes over the room, before Levi begins to scream.

"WAHHHHH! MC, why didn't you tell me!" Thankfully with the phone only being pointed at MC, they can't see the blush spreading across his face.

"Well, I didn't want you to treat me differently because I make anime." Laying back down as they speak, MC tucks a pillow under their head and looks up to where they guess Leviathan's face is. "Besides, I thought it was really cute how you were fanboying, and I didn't want you to stop because you knew you were in the presence of the creator." A small smile makes it's way on to MC's face as Levi feels his own get hotter.

Now covering his face, Levi quickly makes his way to the door while muttering, "You can't just say things like that..." As he begins to close the door, he pauses and opens it up again while looking back, "Can you tell me more about your show tomorrow, MC?" His voice sounds small compared to his previous scream.

"Of course Levi. We can talk for as long as you like."

#obey me requests #obeyme #obey me #levi #leviathan x mc #leviathan imagine #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x mc #obey me levi #fluff #obey me imagines #imagine #angst

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guardianofrivendell · 2 years

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i just blew a potentially romantic sleepover by crying my eyes out for the past 3 hours for no apparent reason, so I could go with a 💙 little gossip about to cheer me up. thank you so much <3 your writing always manages to get me in a good mood and that means so much to me

First of all, I'm so sorry I'm only seeing this now. I hope the sleepover was still somewhat enjoyable... if you want to talk, my dm's are always open

💙 - Gossip Time with Thorin

THE CROWN

“You seem sad,” Tullaina said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“And distracted,” she added. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to keep your lip from trembling. “Something didn’t go the way I imagined. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Tullaina rubbed your back in a soothing manner before her entire face lit up.

“You know what? I know just the thing that will cheer you up!”

“I’m really not in the mood for one of your games, Tulls,” you sighed. The only thing you wanted to do was go home and bury yourself under your bed sheets.

“Trust me, you want to know what I’m about to tell you. But please, please, please promise me you won’t tell another soul? I’m dead if Thorin finds out.”

You stared at her in wonder, Tullaina wasn’t the kind of person to break someone’s trust. You said that to her.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she waved your concern away. “Thorin doesn’t even know I know.”

“Then is it really your secret to tell?”

Tullaina looked at you with raised eyebrows, an expression on her face that clearly said ‘you want to know or not?’.

“Okay fine, tell me your secret about the King!”

She moved her chair a little closer to you, as if those couple of extra inches would give you both some extra privacy.

“Do you remember those first few days after Thorin’s coronation? When it seemed like he would never take off his crown?”

“Oh yes, I remember. He really kept that crown firmly on his head. I thought he would only wear it during official business or when he’s in the Throne Room or something.”

“Well, I can tell you he never took it off, not even when he was in the Royal Wing. Saw it myself, and when Kíli teased him with it, he grumbled and gave him the famous Durin stare. Kíli quickly learned not to mention it again.”

You thought about that for a few seconds, before you remembered something. “But that changed after a week or two, right?”

Tullaina nodded. “And do you know why?”

“Obviously not, but I believe it’s something hilarious no doubt,” you said when Tullaina had the greatest difficulty keeping her giggles inside.

“It was stuck!!” She bursted out in laughter. “The crown was stuck on his head! Could you imagine?! When Gandalf crowned him during the Coronation Ceremony, he pushed it so far over his head that it got stuck. I know because I heard him complaining about it to Bilbo and I might have been witness to one of Bilbo’s failed attempts to get the crown off his head when I passed their rooms late at night. Hilarious, I can promise you that!”

You held your hand in front of your mouth to hide your smile. It wasn’t proper to make fun of the King, but Tullaina’s words had put the image in your head of Bilbo standing on Thorin’s shoulders, trying to get the crown off and you couldn’t keep yourself together anymore.

“Then how did they get it off eventually?”

“That is nothing for you to worry about,” a low voice sounded behind the two of you.

You jumped out of your chair and swirled around, followed by a few apologies to your King who was standing in the doorway.

He waved his hand to silence you. “None of that. I believe it is time to go to your own quarters, it’s getting quite late.”

“Yes, my King,” you bowed and hurried out of Tullaina’s room.

Tullaina clasped her hands together and bit her lip. “I guess I’m in trouble now?”

Thorin placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

“I don’t know how you knew about this but... you never told them how I solved it so no, you’re not in trouble.”

“I couldn’t have told her even if I wanted to since I never knew how you did it. There’s no way you would tell me now? I never stopped wondering about it, you know.”

“Go to sleep, Tullaina.”

He squeezed her shoulders and walked towards the door, but before he stepped out, he turned back to her and smiled. “It may have had something to do with the unexpected shortage of butter that year…”

(taglists under the cut)

I decided to add the taglists because these things aren’t gossips but drabbles so I thought you wouldn’t want to miss these (if not, you can let me know so I won’t tag you in the future ones)

Permanent taglist: @roosliefje @kata1803 @entishramblings @artsywaterlily @sleepy-daydream-in-a-rose @marvelschriss @kumqu4t @the-banannah @dark-angel-is-back @the-fandoms-georgie @lathalea @xxbyimm @sokkasdarling @katethewriter @aredhel-of-gondolin @starry-cookies @thepeanutcollective @elvish-sky @moony-artnstuff @emmapotato88 @kirenia15 @vicmackeybullshxt @hey-its-nonny @moarfandomtrash @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @justfollowtheroad @laurfilijames @fizzyxcustard @brokennerdalert @linasofia @naimadrawsstuff @errruvande @m-sterboggins @amaryllis23 @enchantzz @narniaandthenorth @sketch-and-write-lover @blairsanne @ruthoakenshield

Thorin taglist: @paracosmfantasy @spidergirla5 @clumsy-wonderland

#Guardianofrivendell 2022 celebration #Blue Heart #Gossip Time #Thorin #Thorin Oakenshield #Tullaina #sehnsuchts-trunken

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remuswriting · 3 years

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online friend; m. atsumu

Summary: Create a Twitter thread about Naruto and volleyball, and Miya Atsumu is now your best friend.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Male! Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, but it’s like incredibly faint

Word Count: 2,150 words

Notes: This was meant to be a short hc, but here we are at lots of words. It’s not the best, but Miya Atsumu is the loml at the moment.

Being online friends with Atsumu is different.

You guys met during your third years on Twitter when you made a thread of what positions Naruto characters would play in volleyball and immediately became friends once he messaged you. He texts his accent and it makes you laugh every time you read it. He says it’s so you can hear his accent, even though you beg for him to stop letting you ‘hear his accent.’

Neither of you know what the other looks like nor do you know each other’s names. He told you to call him ‘Tsumu’ while he calls you ‘Captain’ since you’re the captain of your team. He doesn’t believe you’re a guy until you send a video of you saying “Tsumu, shut the fuck up” (without your face in it) and he’s immediately asking if your high school is going to nationals.

You guys get close fast though and are talking to each other all the time. Osamu tries to take Atsumu’s phone away from him all the time to get him to concentrate, and your friends do the same to you. Atsumu has told Osamu about you, since he sucks at keeping secrets from him, but you haven’t told anyone about him. You don’t think it’s any of their business. He cries about it and you tell him to suck it up.

He’s the first person to learn about your school going to nationals. It’s a bunch of incoherent all caps texts until one clear one that says, “GOING TO NATIONALS” and he starts freaking out with you. Atsumu has no chill and immediately starts planning how you guys are going to meet. He has meeting times and places while you’re just wanting him to calm down. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to be calm when he’s so excited.

After a couple of days, you exchange phone numbers to make it easier for later. Atsumu believes this is perfect because now you guys can call and know each other’s voices better. You’ve never even heard his voice and he keeps wondering if you want to, because he wants to hear your voice again. You tell him you don’t do phone calls and you’re not as active via text as you are Twitter DMs. He gets sad, but you do explain it’ll be better to text at nationals because you’re not going to be getting on social media much.

Osamu doesn’t believe you exist. He thinks Atsumu is texting himself from a burner phone or something, because who would actually want to be friends with his brother. When he learns that you don’t know that Tsumu is actually Miya Atsumu, Osamu knows he has to watch you guys meet. (He was going to join anyways for safety reasons, but now it’s interesting.)

Somehow Atsumu finds out your prefecture before you find his and he’s already online looking for videos of Shirahama, Chiba Prefecture Qualifiers. It’s easy to figure out who you are with that #1 on your jersey. Your entire team is pretty solid, but you’re the best there. You’re really good and it has Atsumu slightly worried, but he’d never say that. You’re also really attractive and Atsumu will push away all these gay thoughts when you stop using the bottom of your jersey to wipe the sweat off your forehead.

He knows nothing about Chiba prefecture, so he starts googling all about it. There’s a beach there, which also means there’s beach volleyball. Atsumu had heard of people training on sand to get better on the court, but he didn’t believe in that shit. You either get good on the court or you don’t at all. If other people were right though, then maybe your team did a lot of beach volleyball?

You call him one night and sound like you’re on top of the world. You just got your acceptance letter to the school of your dreams. It’s overseas. Atsumu can’t hear you anymore after you it’s overseas, in the United States.

It feels just like his brother all over again and he hasn’t even met you in person yet.

So, he hangs up and ignores your texts and calls. He’s not sure if he can meet you now, because you’re going to leave eventually anyways. Osamu finds out and hits him upside the head before telling him to stop being an overdramatic scrub and just talk to you. Osamu lies and says it’s because Atsumu isn’t on top of his game and Osamu plans to win nationals, not lose because Atsumu is heartbroken for no reason. Well, it’s not a big lie because that’s true but he also just cares about his brother.

In Atsumu fashion, he messages you “congrats” and then doesn’t answer your messages. For some strange reason, he feels better, and Osamu takes it.

You don’t though.

You keep texting him and asking him what’s wrong with him. Eventually you start calling and resort to calling him and Atsumu finally answers once you’ve blown up his phone. You’re not normally like this, but you don’t tend to receive weird reactions like he had given you.

He tries to pretend you have the wrong number, and you think about murdering him when you guys meet. You’ll definitely have the wrong number then.

“You don’t have to tell me why you’re upset with me, but you better tell me we’re still meeting at Nationals,” you said, and he makes a squeak on the other end. “You said you’ve been there before, so I expect a text about where and when we’re meeting the day before Nationals, which is in six days.”

“Okay,” Atsumu squeaked, and you laughed slightly.

“See you then Tsumu.”

You’re not really panicked about meeting him because it’s just Tsumu. You guys have been talking for months and he just doesn’t freak you out. Him randomly ghosting you was weird and concerned you more because you were worried about him. You do have worries that maybe you’re not what he expects, but this may be more because you don’t have expectations outside of him being an absolute goof.

Atsumu on the other hand is freaking out. He’s worried you’re going to hate him and think he’s ugly. Osamu just watches, because there is no way to stop the train wreck of his brother’s anxiety. When Atsumu is over practicing one day, clearly trying not to think about everything, Osamu doesn’t spike the next set.

“What’re ya doin’?” Atsumu yelled, and Osamu squinted at him.

“You’re in love with this guy aren’t ya?” Osamu asked, and Atsumu turned bright red.

“No! Don’t be ridiculous ‘Samu! Y/N is just a friend!” Atsumu yelled, and Osamu bit his lip.

“You know his real name, but he doesn’t know yours.” Osamu walks over to his water bottle. “You’re either in love with him or just really fuckin’ creepy to stalk him like that.”

Atsumu chucked the volleyball at Osamu, who easily dodged it. The conversation ended with Osamu laughing and Atsumu panicking about another thing; was he in love with you?

He texts you to meet him during the lull in matches when everyone gets lunch. It’s about a 30-minute break and he doubts Inarizaki will have a match after that time, and he hopes you don’t either. He wants to eat and watch matches with you, so hopefully everything will work out for him.

Thankfully, they do. You’ve gotten through the first round by then and so has he. He even got to watch your team in action, and holy shit were you guys good. You were a strong ass spiker, probably as strong as that guy from Karasuno last year with the bun. Or maybe like Aran. All Atsumu knew was that he wanted to block your spikes, his fingertips buzzing for it.

You show up at the spot he texted you about. It’s outside and he thought it would be nice not to be surrounded by people. There’s someone with you, but he can’t be mad because Osamu and Sun wouldn’t let him go by himself.

“Tsumu?” You asked, and your friend covered his mouth at the sight of Atsumu. “You’re Tsumu?”

Atsumu nervously laughed and nodded. “And yer captain.”

“Miya Atsumu is my online friend?” You asked, and your friend started laughing. “Are you kidding me?”

“Well, no,” Atsumu said, and he didn’t know what to say.

“Now it’s even creepier that you have all the magazine articles he’s been featured in,” your friend said between laughs, and you shoved him.

“Shut up, Akira,” you snapped, and your face turned red.

“Articles?” Atsumu asked, and now Osamu and Suna were laughing.

“Yeah, he’s obsessed with you,” Akira asked, and his laughing was finally starting to die down. “I can’t count the number of times he’s told Koichi to try to set like you do.”

“Akira, shut up,” you said, and you started trying to hide yourself in your jacket.

Atsumu smirked and immediately became cocky. He was no longer panicked. “Is this true, Captain?”

“Maybe it is, Miya,” you said, and you looked over at him. “Or maybe it isn’t.”

Osamu howled laughing and Suna started recording, because everyone on Inarizaki needed to see this.

“No need to deny it. Your friend already ratted ya out,” Atsumu said, and you rolled your eyes. “I know I’m irresistible.”

“I’ll admit, you’re good at volleyball, but whoever said you were irresistible?” You made your face visible now, but your face still felt hot. “I wouldn’t say that with that terrible bleach job you did to your hair.”

Atsumu started to deflate, but he held onto the face you said he was good at volleyball. Maybe because he also thought you were good at volleyball.

“Well, if it’s so terrible, then why save articles with me in them?” Atsumu asked, and he felt like he stumped you. He really showed you.

“Never said I didn’t like it,” you said, and he froze. He could feel his face turning red and he didn’t expect you to be such a flirt. Sure, sometimes you were kind of flirty, but he thought it was a friend thing. Looking back, that mindset probably came from not having many friends.

“Well, yer hair isn’t bad either,” Atsumu retorted, and you chuckled.

“Thank you, I guess. It’s pretty sweaty from that match earlier,” you said, and Atsumu remembered what you looked like when strong arms spiking volleyballs. He suddenly felt hot all over. “I saw you guys play, and you’re good. Hopefully that Karasuno team beats you again. I want to go against Hinata Shoyo.”

“Yeah, he’s insane,” Akira said, and he stood up straight. “I’ve watched some of his matches from Miyagi, and he is something else on the court.”

“He’s crazier in person,” Osamu said, and Atsumu slowly felt like this wasn’t just you and him meeting, but everyone meeting everyone.

“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m L/N Y/N and this is Nakaya Akira. We’re from Shirahama in the Chiba Prefecture.”

Osamu nodded and pointed at Atsumu. “Yeah, the scrub figured it out already.”

You looked at Atsumu with a smirk. “Guess I’m not the only one who’s obsessed.” Your watch beeped and you looked down at it before sighing. “Sorry, coach said we had to be back at the front by 13:25. We’re heading back to our hotel to eat.”

Atsumu felt panic rise up in his chest, because he didn’t want this to be the end. He wanted to hang out just a little bit longer.

“Are ya goin’ to come back?” Atsumu asked, and you looked from Osamu to Atsumu.

“Are you going to miss me?” You asked, and Atsumu wasn’t going to answer that. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back to watch some matches and hopefully you and I can have some alone time.”

Gay panic.

This was what Atsumu had been experiencing and it finally clicked when you licked your lips before biting them. His thoughts exploded with wanting to kiss you and maybe have you even do that to his lips.

“He’d love that,” Osamu said, and you nodded while Akira laughed.

“Alright, text me later, Miya,” you said, and Atsumu nodded while trying to hold back a scream.

Once you and Akira were gone, Osamu placed a hand on Atsumu’s shoulder. Sun put up his phone and went to the other side of Atsumu.

“He’s pretty hot,” Suna said, and Osamu hummed in agreement. “I think I might try to get with him.”

“No!” Atsumu screamed, and Suna suppressed a laugh. “I saw him first!”

Osamu laughed and looked at Atsumu. “Good to know ya accepted yer in love with him.”

“How could anyone not be in love with him?” Atsumu asked, and he looked at Osamu with serious eyes. “Did ya not see how good he is at volleyball?”

Atsumu is still 100% a volleyball idiot.

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#haikyuu!!#Miya Atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x male reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader hc #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu male reader

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whatanoof · 3 years

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To Be Known

Rating: General

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: angst and sadness, but comfort!

A/N: Babe I'm so sorry that you've been so down lately. I know it can be hard to feel alone, and I think that's why this fic took the turn that it did. Just know that you've not alone, you can pop into my dms or ask box anytime and I'd be happy to chat:)

Also it's not bad to listen to JFO cutscenes, Cameron Monaghan's voice alone could solve my greatest troubles. We cope the ways that we know how<3

Cal finds you on the floor of your room, curled into an upright fetal position while you stare emptily into space.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

You should respond. You want to respond. You want to be able to explain that you’re not okay. But you don’t know why you’re not okay. You just know that you’re not. You open your mouth anyway to try to explain, it’s only polite.

“I--I--”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. It’s fine.” He steps the rest of the way into the room. “Can I stay?”

You shoot him a questioning look, and he rushes to elaborate. “I--uh--I wasn’t okay. Years ago, while I was still on Bracca, I was anything but okay. Prauf would just… sit with me. So that I knew I wasn’t alone. It helped.”

You soften at the mention of his late friend, then nod. You don’t trust yourself to speak. Cal walks silently and sits next to you in a cross-legged position, leaning his back against the wall. For several minutes, you just sit. He was right. It does help, having his quiet presence next to you. He somehow exudes a sense of calm that travels through the air and absorbs into you, soothing your racing heart and twitchy nerves.

You clear your throat, a raspy and guttural noise that punctures the peaceful moment sharply. You hate it. “Uh--thanks.” You turn to look at him.

His eyes are closed and his head is tilted back against the wall, but he smiles, “Don’t mention it.” You like his smile. It’s a little lopsided, sliding across one side of his face a little more than the other. But it’s a content smile, one that makes you want to believe that everything is right with the galaxy now.

“How was the run?”

The smile disappears. “Fine. Bogano is pretty peaceful compared to the other planets we’ve visited.”

You manage a half-chuckle, “Understatement of the year.” But the smile doesn’t return, and you can’t shake the feeling that he’s leaving something out. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head slightly, opening his eyes and gazing toward the ceiling, “Something Trilla said while I was on Zeffo. How I’ve been leading them to Cordova’s secrets, and now there are stormtroopers on Bogano. The place is a lot less peaceful now than it was the first time we were here.”

You hum quietly in understanding, turning back to look straight ahead. “How do you feel about it?”

Cal scoffs gently, “Guilty. How else am I supposed to feel about it?”

You shrug, even though you know that he’s not looking at you. “Just letting you talk.”

“Because then you won’t have to talk?” Cal has always been far too insightful for his own good. Sure, it helps sometimes. It gives him good instincts that keep him alive during missions and allows him to read between the lines when given instruction. But sometimes the raw truth of insight hurts.

“Because I care about you.” An awkward silence stretches into the space between you, and you bite your lip. “And that first part too.”

“I want to understand. I want to help you.”

You blink tiredly, “I don’t even understand on my own.”

“You don’t have to.” His hand rests gently on your shoulder. “Can I try something?”

“What are you trying?”

“My psychometry. I can sense memories through the Force, usually in the form of sounds and feelings. This way, you don’t have to explain. But I’ll still be able to understand what you’re feeling.”

“What’s the point of making yourself suffer?”

“You won’t be alone. And--” He hesitates, like he’s going to regret saying the next sentence. “I care about you too. A lot.”

Maker fucking damnit. The confession is everything that you wanted and still short of everything that you wanted. That sentence doesn’t make sense, but not much is making sense in your life, least of all your uncensored thoughts. But fuck it, you could at least try.

“Okay.”

Cal seems shocked at the affirmation, like he didn’t expect you to say yes. But he moves in the next second, “Can I touch you?”

You nod wordlessly, eyes fixated on the hand that reaches out and takes hold of your own. His fingers are slightly clammy, but you don’t care. And then there’s… a sensation.

You’d be hard-pressed to describe it. As a non-Force sensitive in a galaxy purged of Jedi, stumbling across Force usage was more rare than a cool day on Tatooine. But if you had to guess, this is what you would describe the Force as. It spreads over your skin, leaving your hair on end and skin tingling where it touched. It reaches into you, gathering something from beneath the surface of your being and curls it to the surface, retreating effortlessly back to its source: Cal’s hand that has begun playing with your fingers as he wills the Force to action.

As if he could sense your gaze on him, his eyes open and lock with yours and all you know is the feeling of understanding. All you feel from him is the knowledge that he has seen your sorrow and he knows you.

And then he lunges forward and captures you in a tight hug, and the gasp that is knocked out of you only barely precedes the tears that force their way to the surface.

“I’m sorry.”

The apology takes you by surprise, “What?”

He only holds you tighter, squeezing more tears out of the corners of your eyes, “No one should have to feel this way.”

No. No one should, and now you’re the reason that he has to feel it too. The indescribable grief and sorrow that threatens to swallow you at times is all consuming, so deep and dark that you would never wish it on him. And yet…

“Thank you.”

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