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sukunasun · 11 months

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TANGLED WEB | SPIDERMAN 2099 GETO SUGURU X READER

"i'm worried about you," you said to him then. it's not that there's anything wrong with him. flaky, yes. forgetful, sometimes. but it's starting to become increasingly clear that he's not all he seems to be.

suguru moves around his lab with soft, padded steps as the room is slowly lit by a hundred holographic screens. he's programmed it that way so it doesn't spook him. he hasn't had a good night's sleep in the last ten years. well, maybe forever actually, but he's stopped counting the all-nighters.

jumping from universe to universe does that to you, where time becomes a jumbled mess of past, present, and future. doesn't help that more of them explode into being each day. he's seen himself as a child in one and an old man in another, happily easing himself into his lazy chair while his beautiful wife grumbles on about how he needs to exercise more or his limbs will start creaking.

that one hurts a little too much he'll admit. would rather not think about a life where he'd been happy and perfectly content. instead, he taps on a few buttons by a console, sifting through screens, and moving windows out of the way with a swipe of his hand. news footage, maps, weapon inventory, plans and projects he's left on hold, some of them dating back years before he ever resorted to this life—bringing about order to chaos. there was no swinging from death-defying heights, no bank robbery chases and saving cats from trees, no...putting the multiverse back together, piece by fragmented piece.

his fingers grasp at the spandex of his mask, tugging it loose til his skin feels that familiar brush of fresh air. letting his hair fall down his shoulders and back, breathing a sigh of relief when he feels the tension leaving his scalp.

a video plays before him, lighting up his face from the dim. he remembers recording it at your wedding dress fitting. it wasn't necessary he told you, the dress, the rings, the reception, thinking he'd been above all these ritualistic traditions. now it's all he holds onto really, standing by the same spot, with the same video playing on a loop.

"sorry, it's been a while," he speaks, his roughened voice echoing around the walls. he makes a motion with his fingers and the video blows up in size. pixels painting a picture of your smiling face, a soft, love-filled gaze focused on him. or it seems that way. back when you still loved him anyway.

"hey," you say, a little self-conscious, "do we have to do this?" palming the material of your dress nervously, your engagement ring twinkling. he feels the phantom weight of the one he used to wear on his finger all the time. so much so that he rubs a thumb over the empty space, feeling only his suit there.

he's removed his voice from the clip, only because it allows him to talk to you—at least some semblance of it—like he does now, "not if you don't want to...i just miss you is all," he replies.

"what kind of an answer is that?" his heart clenches at your laugh ringing through. a younger him would have said something funny when he should have been better with his words. should have told you how beautiful you were, how much you meant to him. but they always get caught in his throat.

he's ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of other spidermans surrounding him behind these walls and any of them could waltz right in. watching the tough leader of spider society talk to an old tape of his ex-wife. they'd see just how...lonely he is.

two of them sit in a corner somewhere doing whatever task he's given them for the day. and they know there's nothing they could do about it. because he's got an oh-so-impossible plan of rewriting the canon. changing the outcome. for this is not up to technology or anything that isn't you and your wish to love him again.

and if he knows anything about multiverse travel, is that it's heartbreaking. how often he's lived in different shoes, loving a different you every time. multiple lifetimes, occurrences, origins, and resolutions. reliving the first time he held your hand, the first kiss, the first time he took you in his college dorm, how it was awkward and messy, but he'd cradled you in his arms when your body was a sweaty, blissed-out mess after, the expression on your face so rewarding he couldn't feel the sting of the scratch marks you've left all over his back.

you were hot to the touch one moment, a rousing sight, perfect in every way. and then you were cold, losing all colour, and grasping at him with your final breath seconds later. suguru realizes he was no longer in the comfort of an old junky room but on a street corner. buildings crumbling and him barely withstanding the weight of rubble on his back. his naked skin now in his suit drenched with blood. he swore it was just a glitch, but he saw with his very eyes, each of his timelines colliding and ripping apart, each tangent leading back to his inevitable loss. losing everything. losing you.

so they keep working on it. and he keeps watching you on a screen. shrugging and slumping his body and averting his eyes away because he can't bear to face you. always guilty and for what, he doesn't exactly know. can't pinpoint the moment he felt you slip through his fingers. only that he couldn't be the person you needed him to be.

"pathetic right?" he says, timing it right for the moment you reply with a—

"i forgive you," you say, hand reaching out to his. and he pauses the video there, placing his own hand against the screen and watching it glitch when his fingers make a hole through the display, plunging through and feeling only emptiness in return. at the very least, it buzzes around his form and it feels warm, but it's nothing compared to the way you'd hold him.

"promise?" he whispers, knowing you won't reply, and that the answer is already there. but he pulls his hand away, rewinds it, and starts all over again.

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he still dreams about you. on the rare occasions he does manage to fall asleep.

but they're not scenes and sounds he's conjuring up, a random bunch of no-names his consciousness collected throughout the day, hazy blobs of red and blue. it's only ever one thing. a moment from his past he can't let go off.

vividly he sees you standing in the rain. in nothing but a pair of jeans and a tshirt. huff . huff. his breaths are labored. here in the cold of night, they puff out in short gasps of white.

it all feels so real. in the flesh. in his suit. hanging upside down on what appears to be tangled strands of webbing in his grasp. body covered in black spandex, red covering the pads of his hands and feet, thick lines spanning across broad shoulders and chest, an angular pattern of a spider sitting right in the middle.

"so tell me spiderman...you've got a million eyes and ghastly fangs?" cupping his head gently, you're fingers move on their own accord. thumbs caressing over the material, feeling the flat planes and deep grooves of his features. a strong nose, soft cheeks...shaping and sculpting him in your mind's eye.

"go ahead," he whispers, his voice hoarse and ...desperate, "take it off and find out..." screw it, he thinks, he can have this, just this once. he's allowed to. it's just a dream anyway. spiderman is everything he's not. he's done more with the suit on than when it was left crumpled and untouched in his closet.

tugging at his mask, the hem starts to peel away from his neck. sliding and stretching over his throat. tucking folds moving upwards with every pull. pale skin revealed, now blooming red the moment you ease it over his adam's apple, over the cut of his jaw, and finally the edge grazes past his lips.

he gasps. mouth parting with every exhale, his fangs retracting and peeking from beneath, his chest rising and falling in time with his rapid breaths, his thumping heart. "thank you, for saving me," you whisper, before pressing your lips to his, feeling them part as his tongue slips inside the warmth of your mouth. fuck, this is exhilarating. even though it could just be from the last time he kissed you, the taste of you is unlike any other, forever etched in his memory.

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in that restaurant you like—the one serving the huge rice bowls and unlimited tea refills—you eyed the new injury he's gotten that week. he should have tried to hide it at least. but scarily enough, it was probably the best his efforts could afford. it'd been a bruise on his cheek, no bigger than a few centimeters, and knuckles so raw, so red, the skin splits down the middle of those nubby slopes.

"it's really fine," he brushes you off and you noticed the slight wince in his expression, giving it away. if he were better at acting you wouldn't catch how his arms rested on the table, placing most of his weight on it and shielding his torso from you. just underneath his shirt, two broken ribs sealed themselves back beneath skin and muscle at a snail's pace, a bullet wound in his shoulder closed up inch by inch. felt the dermis stitching itself back segment by segment in circular motions.

you sighed heavily. he didn't miss the disappointment laced in your features. "i think we should break up, you're...hiding things from me." a part of him knew it was coming, but where does he even begin. he's left these things out for a reason. spiderman doesn't have a place in all this. that...version of himself is his own burden to bear.

geto suguru was your boyfriend, unmasked and uncovered. the one who has a strict hair care routine and likes spending his time cooped up in a lab. less mad scientist and more aloof inventor who's dedicated his life to a cause. he's charming, intelligent, and sexier than he should be—"are you sure you're not lying to me about your job? i don't think researchers do pull-ups at work," you squeeze at the swell of his arms in wonder, palms pressed into his pecs, admiring the bulk, the brawn, down the curve of his slim little waist.

geto however, can only blush. chuckling to himself nervously whilst grateful the cut of muscles is enough to distract you.

you've mentioned it once or twice. that it's just a bonus he's so hot, the real appeal is where on most days he's dorky....disheveled. and so captivating. drooping eyebags kissing the steam wafting from his mug, coffee today, because he needs the extra boost. how he's scratching at his toothpaste-stained shirt while a blanket hangs over his head in the mornings. when warm light hits just right, you notice the alluring streak of silver hairs, shining against dark locks. swooping and silky. oh how does stress look this lustrous...this indulgent. trotting about his messy kitchen with a lazy, drowsy gait.

"where the fuck is it," he mumbles, noisily wading through last night's clutter for..."my thingy!" he exclaims. because everything's a 'thingy' at this hour. when his brain is still fuzzy and he's got no energy. he's brandishing what happens to be a teaspoon like he's found the holy grail. and yes, it is that important because "this teaspoon isn't like any other teaspoon, it's actually perfectly accurate in measuring the amount of sugar i like," he's so particular.

sometimes he goes back there, he'd swing past heavy traffic and crowded streets from below. a route he knows by heart. by instinct. awed and frightened faces alike, feasting their eyes upon a masked man and his reflected grief in skyscraping windows. regrets when he'd been fighting crime and it slipped his mind. he promises he'll be early from now on, hoping to see you waiting for him by that same table and maybe this time, you wouldn't want to end things.

#ANGST. be warned.#sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto fic #geto suguru fic #my taste in men is hot villain with a cause. bonus is hes got broad shoulders and the strength of ten men.#spiderman suguru

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ellsfloriographyy · 2 months

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past, present, and future.

chapter 1 <3

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After the night of the Orpheum, Julie Molina found herself in a dizzying realization that she barely knew about the lives the phantoms had before they died. Of course, she heard stories occasionally, and the '90s impact never left their sides, despite the fact some of their references didn't stick with her. Yet they pushed through to let go of the past and focused on the future. Instead of Sunset Curve, their future was Julie and the Phantoms, and they couldn't be happier. Yet Julie wasn't. There's a particular grief she's experiencing, and she feels selfish for feeling it in the first place. But she grieves the lives they could have lived if they were alive today.

She understands that a massive weight remains on their shoulders. She wishes to help them alleviate some of that trauma as she did for Luke when speaking to Emily… But there's only so much she can do.

Past. Present. Future.

What could she do to make this second chance perfect? And would it be enough? Enough to make everything last?

She can't lose to the test of time. She won't allow it this time.

Chapter 1: entering the past <3

Frustrated.

It was the only word that came to mind for Julie Molina when describing her current mood. Frustration was the only thing she could pinpoint in the rollercoaster of emotions she was experiencing. At six in the morning to make matters worse, she couldn’t get more sleep even if she tried, so she opted to stay in bed for a while. Plus, her mind had already bolted her awake, and now she was in a bad mood. At least the sunrise was pretty.

It had been roughly over a week since the band’s performance at the Orpheum and well over a week since she almost lost the boys, yet despite all her fears, they were still there. She should be overjoyed; don’t get her wrong, she is! It’s a miracle that they remained, but it leaves another mystery for her to overthink. They may have broken Caleb’s curse, but he could still be lingering... Regardless, she could never have imagined being able to embrace them as she did that very night. The warmth, the presence, and the comfort they provided through touch were simply a daydream of hers. To have it come true made her heart skip a few beats, albeit Luke held her as if she meant everything to him. And a part of her believed it.

“No music is worth making, Julie, if we’re not making it with you.”

His words echoed in her head as she buried herself under the covers, her face heating up as she groaned into her hands. Luke and their “interesting little relationship” were another concern in her mind. Something had changed between them, but with all the chaos surrounding them, she hadn’t had a moment to talk to him, or rather, she had no clue how to bring it up to him… her almost alive but not crush. This past week, they were left with longing glances, shy smiles, and tension that even Reggie could notice. But it wasn’t the only thing killing her.

After the night of the Orpheum, Julie found herself in a dizzying realization that she barely knew about the lives the guys had before they died. Of course, she heard stories occasionally, and the ’90s impact never left their sides, despite the fact some of their references didn’t stick with her. Ultimately, they were still the same 17-year-olds as 25 years ago; all those years felt like nothing to them. Yet they pushed through to let go of the past and focused on the future. Instead of Sunset Curve, their future was Julie and the Phantoms, and they couldn’t be happier.

Yet Julie wasn’t. It didn’t stick right with her that they were practically caught up with her current life. The guys had begun catching up on music, trends, and even movies, even if they were still behind. They knew the latest gossip at school, the new vocabulary, and heck, with the new abilities they carried… It was even possible for other people to see them, too. Although Willie had advised them to play it safe and stay in the garage as things calmed down, they hadn’t tested that theory out yet. Regardless, she felt like a total asshole for not being more involved with their lives, or rather with the lives they had. They had put in so much effort to be in hers, and she adored it more than anything. They were her home, after all. (It was close second place with Flynn, but Carlos, Rose, and Ray always came first.) But she couldn’t help but wonder what they did in their free time, how hard it was at home, and how school was for them. Alex was most likely a fantastic student, Reggie was the class clown, and Luke could have made Sunset Curve the greatest accomplishment of their school. But she couldn’t have known, and she’ll never be able to experience it firsthand. That’s the part that kills her.

There’s a particular grief she’s experiencing, and she feels selfish for feeling it in the first place. But she grieves the lives they could have lived if they were alive today. She understands this new second chance is everything to them, but it’s unfair that their first chance was even ruined in the first place. She understands there’s a massive weight on their shoulders that remains. She wishes she could help them and alleviate some of that trauma. Like how she did for Luke when speaking to Emily… But there’s only so much she can do. That’s where her frustration comes in; she wishes she was more help, and she feels like an idiot for not doing much for them. They made her feel alive again; she could never repay that blessing.

She shuffles around in her bed as her mind wanders to Luke. She shakes the thought away as she sits up and looks out her window at the sunrise.

Past. Present. Future.

What could she do to make this second chance perfect? Was she doing the best she could? Were they happy? What if she loses them again? What if, after everything, she’d be back at square one, grieving and mourning? What could have been? She only snaps out of her spiral when a familiar blonde ghost knocks through her door.

“Julie?” She can almost laugh at how hesitant Alex sounds. He’s the only one so far who’s understood the word “boundaries,” and she appreciates how respectful he is when entering her space. The garage is left for the boys, but when it’s her room, it’s her space alone to breathe. He gets that.

“You can come in,” she coughs to clear her morning voice. She bets they’re the only ones awake right now. “Don’t judge too hard; I don’t look my best! I just woke up.”

He eventually walks in with a small smile, sporting his iconic pink hoodie, but he seems more reserved than usual. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Are you okay?” Julie automatically feels concerned as she looks at Alex. They share lingering eye contact before he looks away at the wall.

“No, yeah, uh, sorry. I just couldn’t sleep anymore. I was looking for some company. Would it be okay if I stayed here with you? Luke and Reggie are fast asleep, and I didn’t want to wake them up. You were the best option. I was just hoping you were awake–”

Before he continues explaining, she pats her bed, asking him to lie beside her. Alex eagerly follows, and his head rests on her lap. Julie can’t help but smile a little. After all the new contact, Alex seems to seek her affection the most. He’s still adjusting to the warm skin, eating again, sleeping again schedule. You know, the basics of life, and she’s happy she’s some comfort to him. But he’s still missing something, and she can only assume it’s the presence of a particular ghost. She hadn’t heard much about Willie, but it was so clear Alex was head over heels for him.

“You’re always welcome to stay here, Alex. You know that, right? And don’t worry; I’ve been up a bit and can’t sleep much either.”

“Yeah. Thank you, Julie.”

Julie smiles at their shared acknowledgment. A few minutes pass, and now she’s running her hands through his hair, humming a familiar tune, but he can’t pinpoint what it is. The silence is comfortable, but he breaks it with a question that leaves a bittersweet taste in her mouth.

“We’re in the same boat, aren’t we?”

She’s not stupid and knows what he’s implying, but it’s hard to admit they’re both stuck in a loop of longing and confusion. She plays with her curls as she sighs in response and nods.

“You gotta talk to him, Julie. I know he’s probably as hesitant as you. But Luke means everything he says, you know? He’s just... He has a hard time putting words into words other than lyrics. He can’t say it, but I promise you he cares.”

That’s her problem. Luke cares too much, and so does she.

What an interesting relationship they have.

Past, Present, Future.

Notes:

hii! my name is ell, i'm a new fanfic writer out here!! anyway, i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of past, present, and future <3 i apologize if its no good, but i hope to only improve as i continue to write! so i hope you stick around :D i wish it was a longer chapter but this is my test run HAHAHA, i hope u understand!

i truly do love this fandom, these couples, and this show so so much. :,) couldn't help myself, so i had to start writing too! i know we've def calmed down as a fandom, but i hope you guys are still here like me :)

i try to be as active as possible, and ill also try to update the moment i cannn! feel free to message me so we fangirl or fanboy together <3

thanks for entering my garden of love & admiration for this media !! ^^

#julie molina x luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #found family #i just want them to be happy #jatp netflix #jatp #angst with a happy ending #fluff #hurt/comfort #first fanfic #yayyyyy #willie x alex

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writerbuddha · 6 months

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So I’ve been following COP28 over the past two weeks and today I was also reading about the upcoming Star Wars novel The Living Force and together they had me wondering how does Buddhism balance it’s philosophy of focusing on the present without falling into the kind of short-term thinking that’s played a not insignificant role in problems like climate change and mass environmental destruction. Because while I certainly understand not obsessing over the future, it also seems incredibly reckless and irresponsible to completely ignore it.

And how does Buddhism balance focusing on present when things like trauma and injustices can and do echo down generations. Given you’ve talked about preserving no longer acceptable content in a previous ask about Death of/to the Author I’m guessing that when Buddhism does talks about letting go of the past that doesn’t mean forgetting it, but I would be interested to hear what the Buddhist take on specific things like reparations given a climate damage fund for countries less equipped to fight climate change was a major sticking point for COP27.

Well, these are complex issues!

There is a kind of focus on the present moment that is "live for the moment," meaning, you concentrate on the present with little or no concern for the future. This is to live your life in a way that takes only the right now into account, and focuses entirely on making yourself feel good right now. Obviously, this leads to serious problems both on the individual and on the global level of life. Climate change and mass environmental destruction is the best example of this. Now, I assume that popular culture tries to legitimize this kind of focus on the right now by - among other things - pointing at the Buddhist focus on the present moment. However, it's very important to see that the Buddhist practice of being fully alive and being fully present in the present moment is profoundly different from being concerned only about and losing ourselves in what's happening right now.

The Buddha said: “Don't get caught in the past, because the past is gone. Don't get upset about the future, because the future is not yet here. There is only one moment for you to be alive, and that is the present moment." This means that life is only available for us in the present moment. Life is happening in the present moment and only in the present moment. It's not happening in the past, because the past is no longer reality, it not happening in the future, because it's not yet reality. Life and reality is only in the here and now. So, the basic Buddhist practice is to bring ourselves fully into the here and now, to fully engage with, to fully be present in the present moment. Like Yoda said, it's important to have our minds where we are, what we are doing. The mind shall be where the body is, not elsewhere.

Essentially, this is mindfulness of the present moment. Mindfulness, as we discussed before, is not to immerse yourself into momentary experiences, nor it's meditation - it's to maintain a flow of voluntarily awareness or attention, holding, bearing something in mind, without distraction, without forgetfulness. So, when you bring yourself into the here and now, you know what is going on in the present moment. Rather than blocking out past and future, you get back in touch with life as it's happening, you rejoin its flow. By being truly present in the moment, you, to use a crude example, realize that you are sitting in the driver's seat, and you see the traffic around yourself. You can see where you came from and where you are heading, what directions you can take and what directions you can no longer take, you can have a clear picture of whether or not you're able to drive as fast as you go right now, whether you should slow down. By being in the here and now, you are able to choose where you want to go. So, the Buddhist focus on the "present moment" is actually focus on life, a full awareness of what you are doing. It doesn't allow for one to fall into short-term thinking, it reveals, very, very clearly, the far-reaching consequences of what we are doing. Nor does it allow for dismissing other's pain, especially when it comes to the pain of the Earth, because if the Earth is dying, we are dying. In the present moment, interconnectedness reveals itself to you, but only in the present moment. Effort can only be made in the present.

In the present moment, you can see reality as it is: you can see that everything is interconnected. By being fully present, fully alive in the moment, things as simple as drinking a mug of coffee can bring forth insight that leads to a more compassionate and more wise life. If you look deeply, with mindfulness into your mug of coffee, you see the coffee beans in there. You see all the minerals, all the water, all the soil, all the sunlight that nourished it. You see all the people who tended it so it can grow, all the people who harvested it, roasted it, packed it, brought it to you so you can drink it. In that mug, you can see all their lives. You can see the Earth rotating, bringing forth the days and nights and the seasons ripening the coffee beans. You can see the water the Earth gave you so you can make your coffee. You see all the economical, political and ideological processes governing coffee production, and you see how we treat those people you see how we treat the Earth. And you see how what you do in the present will affect the future. This is not mystical, it's not even particularly religious, it's simply being truly and deeply in the present moment.

It should be clear, therefore, that being fully present and fully alive in the here and now is not the refusal of considering the consequences of your present behaviors, thoughts, feelings, nor it is the refusal of the acknowledgment of where they're coming from. Buddhism tells us that in the here and now, with mindfulness, we can clearly see if we're hurting, if we have wounds, like traumas, and by being fully alive in the present moment, we can meet them with compassion and courage. If you are present in the here and now, if you are truly there, you can see if there is a splinter in your finger (or a spear in your heart) and you can see how to remove it and how to heal. Thus, being mindful is also called "loving attention" or "loving awareness." You need to sit with, to be with your trauma and you need to do it with tenderness and courage, because that's how you will heal. We must learn all of the ways in which we have stored our traumatic experiences. We need to find the corners that our trauma has been living in. But that, too, can only happen in the flow of life. One bank is the past, and the other bank is the future. You have to swim in the river, because that's the space in which you can find healing. Letting go means, you are no longer clinging onto the pain, nor you are holding on to the false hope that you can somehow resist to past pains. You must let it go, so it can flow as it must. You must accept it, attend to it. Whether it's trauma or injustice, personal or global.

The Buddhist take on specific issues, like reparations given a climate damage fund for countries less equipped to fight climate change, is informed by these principles. My opinion is that it's a good start, but it's kind of like poisoning the river, then keep poisoning the river, but paying for the damage done to those who rely on the water of the river. People still need to stop poisoning the water.

#buddhism #present moment #enviornment #earth #mindfulness

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madeliefkrans · 5 months

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like a deer in the headlights of love

first skippy fic!! includes:

selfish shima bc it’s what he deserves to be for ONCE

holy deer

sticky dango

silly teenagers in love

prior to this fic shima realised he’s head over heels for mitsumi.

inspired by chapter 76 of fruits basket!! finished the series a few weeks ago (yes i’m very late and blessed to experience fruits basket for the first time)

fandom: skip to loafer type: fluff, idiots in love pairing: mitsumi iwakura x sousuke shima pov: shima's word count: 1,662 on ao3 as well

summary: when sousuke and mitsume walk through nara park during their school trip, sousuke realises he needs confess his feelings for her.

Somehow Sousuke lost his friends. Or perhaps Yamada decided to parade his girlfriend around the Isuien garden, Mukai and Egashira wanted to catch each other’s glances in one of the temples, and Kurume agreed to let Murashige braid her hair on a bench. In any case, Mitsumi and Sousuke are alone. Alone, yet surrounded by the thousand deer that unofficially own Nara Park.

Their school trip is in full progress. No one seemed to be more excited to visit Nara than Mitsumi; she made a list of all attractions she wanted to visit and all the food specialties she wanted to try. It was adorable.

Sousuke watches as Mitsumi crouches to let a deer nibble at the last of her rice crackers. Once in a while she turns her face to look up at Sousuke, standing next to her, her eyes full of excitement and disbelief. Her smile is contagious.

A gentle breeze rustles the red and yellow leaves of the surrounding trees, causing some to fall on the grass. The delicate munching of the deer is oddly relaxing to listen to. But Sousuke knows that Mitsumi’s presence is what truly calms him in this moment.

The deer suddenly decides it’s satisfied and struts away. Mitsumi stands up, patting her skirt to remove any lingering crumbs.

“Do you want me to lure it back? I have some crackers left.” Sousuke reaches for the pocket in his school blazer.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Mitsumi shakes her head gently. “It’s free to go as it pleases.”

Her words echo in his mind. Free to go.

Mitsumi adjusts her backpack and begins to follow the path ahead, carefree, determined, turning her back on Shima. His eyes linger on her figure, cast in a glow by the autumn sun. Each of her steps brings her further into the unknown. He’s captivated by her. She’s free to go where she wants.

His head is buzzing with the rustling whispers that echo through his mind, growing louder and louder. Uncertainty swirls around, caught by the breeze. Two questions linger in the air. Does that mean she’ll slip away? Does that mean I’ll get left behind?

Shima reaches out and grabs her sleeve, close to her wrist. Without thinking, he closes his fingers around the fabric. Mitsumi halts abruptly, and turns around, startled. He can’t make himself meet her gaze. He can feel her eyes on his face, then they drop to where he’s still clutching her sleeve.

“Eh, what’s wrong, Shima-kun?”

His heart drums loudly in his ears. He tries to remember the words of encouragement from Mukai, Chris, even some from Egashira. Impossible in this moment, because Mitsumi occupies every corner of this thoughts, taking up his mind and body. Realising his feelings for her had felt like blazing spotlights on his entire being. The sensation lingered persistently.

Every smile, frown, and sigh from Mitsumi makes him feel like a light flicks on inside. And another, and another. It leaves him feeling exposed in a way he’s never experienced before. Still, the terror of this vulnerability dissolves by the feeling that he cannot, and will not, retreat into the shadows of the wings. The love he feels for her illuminates everything, forcing him to confront his past, acknowledge his present and, for the first time, contemplate his future. He never wants to let her go.

He needs to tell her how he feels. Even if it’s only to her sleeve.

“I love you.”

A beat. His confession sticks in the air. Then, “But we have to get dango.”

Sousuke’s eyes snap up, a puzzled frown forming on his face. Mitsumi is blushing. Hard. Her fingers brush the skin on his wrist.

Nope. This isn’t part of the plan. He realises now that he never imagined what would happen beyond saying how he feels. How is he supposed to act if she blushes like that, looks at him like that, touches him like that?

He can’t handle this.

So he releases his grip, spins on his shoes and makes a beeline for the other direction of the path.

“Shima-kun?!” He hears Mitsumi calling after him, but her voice sounds far away already.

Sousuke doesn’t even know where he’s going. Deer raise their necks, heads stacked like dango between the trees, and keep a watchful eye as he darts by. The toro seem to lower their lanterns and chuckle at his display of cowardice.

He hears Mitsumi’s panting behind him. And suddenly, he remembers the first day they met. With the roles reversed, since it was him chasing her that spring morning. He remembers the sheer determination on her face as she sprung back to her feet after she fell face flat on the concrete road. How her conviction was infectious, inspiring. Is she making a similar face right now?

He slows his pace. Until he comes to a stop, and Mitsumi catches up and grabs his sleeve. He hears her coughing and wheezing.

“Shima-kun, please don’t run away,” she pleads when she has regained her breath a bit. “My body can’t take it.”

Sousuke still faces the other way. The path they’re on is quiet and lined with rows of toro on both sides, covered with shades of moss. Must be soft. Perhaps he can hide under the green cushions when this conversation is over. Deer stand between the stone lanterns, curiously looking on.

“What do you think of me?” Shima asks her.

“You're Shima-kun,” Mitsumi replies simply, taking a step closer. “You're kind, reserved, always considerate of others.”

Heat rushes to his cheeks in frustration and he swirls around. “You’re wrong!” Mitsumi’s eyes widen by his exclamation. She lets go of his blazer. He balls his fists, averting his gaze again. “I’m only thinking about myself right now because I know you don’t feel the same way you did last spring.”

How can she say he’s kind when he was never genuine. He was only accommodating so people wouldn’t get too close. All his actions were calculated, self-serving mechanisms to safeguard himself emotionally. He was polite in the most selfish way possible.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Mitsumi’s admission surprises him. He relaxes his hands. That’s it then. This is the part where she rejects him, tries to reassure him that it won’t affect their friendship, smiles encouragingly. He builds up the courage to look into her eyes.

When he does, it’s not compassion he reads in her expression, but determination. He doesn’t understand.

“Yes, those feelings changed,” Mitsumi continues, steady, “but don’t assume I ever stopped loving you! My feelings for you only grew deeper!”

Her words hit him. Hard. Her face is open, a blush covers her cheeks, neck. Her gaze intense. This is Mitsumi’s affection, laid bare. He’s locked in place.

“Wh- What?” Sousuke stammers, perplexed.

Mitsumi huffs. “Is that so hard for you to accept?”

“That’s not it,” Sousuke blurts. He feels like mirroring her pouting. “I’m just… processing.”

But there’s not much time for that. They are only guests on this sacred ground, after all. They simply forgot there’s a whole world out there. So when a deer butts into Mitsumi’s back, possibly smelling the rice crackers on her skirt, it startles both of them more than would be expected during a walk around Nara Park. She tips forward, arms flailing. The deer already moved past. In a split second, Sousuke reaches out to her, catching her in one of his arms. Her hands, arms collide with his chest.

Crisis averted. But at what cost?

Because now his arm is around her waist, her hands are clutching the lapels of his blazer, and her face is closer than ever. Her eyes are wide, her blush deepens even more. Breath hitches in his throat. He can’t look away.

Neither of them let go.

Mitsumi turns her gaze to her hands on his chest. Sousuke catches a whiff of her floral shampoo. Did she always smell this good?

“Since when?” Her voice barely above a whisper.

Sousuke considers his words.

“When I realised my feelings, they had already been there for quite some time,” he admits. He feels Mitsumi’s hands clutch on the blue fabric. “After we tried dating for a bit, it was as if I couldn’t go back to my old ways. Something changed. You caused that.”

Mitsumi looks up, eyes fierce. “I didn’t do anything. Don’t give out credit when you should give it to yourself.”

Sousuke gulps, feeling the weight of her words and her proximity. “Okay.”

Her expression softens again. She’s quiet for a bit.

“Do you…” Mitsumi carefully voices the words, “want to start dating again?”

He cherishes her so. He pulls her the tiniest bit closer with his arm. She lets him. His answer is simple. “Yes. I want to.”

She beams up at him, causing the warmth in his chest to stretch on and on. She releases one of the lapels of his blazer. Fingertip by fingertip, spark by spark, she lays her hand on his cheek. Leaning into her touch, he closes his eyes, surrendering to the sensation. He feels utterly and completely content under Mitsumi’s affection.

“Dad, look at those people! Are they magicians?” Sousuke’s eyes fly open as he lets go of Mitsumi reflexively. In that same split second, Mitsumi withdraws her hand and catches sight of the excited kid pointing. Pointing at them and circle of curious deer they somehow attracted. Slowly blinking with their enormous lashes.

Mitsumi is overjoyed, doesn’t know where to look. She tugs on his blazer. “They’re so cute!!!”

Sousuke grins at her enthusiasm. He glances around, then lingers on her face. He’s so happy he got to meet her. “Yes, very cute.”

Mitsumi grins at him. She slips her hand into his.

“Let’s get some more crackers,” Mitsumi suggests.

“And dango.”

Mitsumi laughs, giddy. The tips of her ears tinged with a rosy hue. His are probably too. Matching the fiery colours of the ancient tries surrounding them.

#skip to loafer #skip and loafer #mitsumi iwakura #sousuke shima #sukirofa #shimamitsu #fanfiction #obsessed with how takamatsu writes their story #i have high hopes for the school trip!!!! ideal setting for some emotional moments

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Make The Yuletide Gay.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: When Steve spots a familiar face at a party he had been forced to go to he is caught between feeling elated and devastated.

Word Count: 1140 words

Prompt: #13: A is torn between making fun of B’s ugly Christmas sweater and admiring how good they look in it.

The loud fake laughter pierced the air, the insincerity saturating every inch of the venue. Expensive glasses filled with expensive alcohol clinked as the self-congratulatory conversations echoed, the same well-groomed men patting themselves on the back as they bragged about how much money they had made in the last year while their overly made-up wives or mistresses hung on their every word. The buffet over-flowed with seafood and suspicious looking pate that may or may not be the cause of near future stomach issues, all presented perfectly like something out of a magazine.

Crappy Christmas music filtered through the inane chatter and Steve shifted uncomfortably. This party was not his thing, but his father had insisted, more than insisted. There were times he wheeled his son out to project the image of a ‘family man’, those were the social events Steve was forced to attend in order to stay on the right side of being disowned. He was told where to be and what to wear, which is why he was standing on the patio of this rather grandiose house which felt more like a staged set than a home. Every inch of this place was carefully dressed to project wealth and success, but it lacked personality or warmth.

Sipping his lemonade; his father had made sure his son was the designated driver for the evening; Steve found his eyes roaming over the crowd, avoiding eye contact lest that encourage someone to talk to him. He had learned long ago that the best way to survive these events was to be seen but not heard, avoid conversation and definitely avoid Mrs. Weatherly and her wandering hands. That last lesson had been learned over the past year.

He felt a presence in the room before his mind caught up with what he’d just seen. As if playing his recent memory back in slow motion, his head whipped around as his heart began to race. His eyes lit up as he spotted a familiar figure, one he wasn’t entirely sure was real because he had been wishing for them to be there. Perhaps it was his hope that had conjured you, but as you turned, your eyes scanning the room, he realised it was you. Steve had no idea why you would be here, at this godforsaken party, but a wide grin broke across his face as he realised he now had allies here, that he had a genuine reason to spend more time with you.

That elation was short-lived, however, when he realised exactly what he was wearing, what you were about to see him wearing! His eyes flitted down to the hideous Christmas sweater he was sporting. At first glance, someone might think it was just an intricate pattern on bland colours, but he knew you would give it more than a glance. You would see the tiny dancing reindeers and snowmen wearing jaunty hats and think he was a total loser. Suddenly, he didn’t want you to see him, wanted to blend into the background and disappear, but the universe just wasn’t gonna give him a break.

Your eyes met his, and for a moment he thought he saw your face light up, before you schooled your expression into mild curiosity. You meandered through the crowd, each step bringing you closer and closer, and Steve felt heat rising in the back of his neck. This was it, this would be the moment when his loser status would be confirmed, and he would be forced to accept the reality that you would never be interested in a guy like him.

“What’s a guy like you doing at a party like this?” You asked with a playful smile.

“Shouldn’t that be my line? He asked, folding his arms over his chest in an attempt to hide his sweater.

“Oooh, you admitting you use lines? How does that work out for you? Are they all incredibly cheesy?”

“I am hurt that you think I would be that kind of guy.”

“The kind of guy who might ask if my legs are tired because I’ve been running through your mind all day? Or the kind of guy who might ask if my daddy was a thief, because he stole the stars and put them in my eyes?”

“Hey!” Steve chuckled, raising his hands in self-defense, “I would never use either of those lines. I might ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven, but that’s a classic.”

You raised your eyebrows, laughing along with him as you looked him up and down before your eyes widened and jaw went slack. “Wait. What are you wearing?”

If the floor could open up and swallow him, that would be perfect right now. His skin felt clammy, his body entirely too hot despite the cool breeze in the air.

“Man, it’s like one of those magic eye pictures. I’m now wondering if you wear stuff like this all the time and I’ve been too caught up in the chocolatey goodness of your eyes to notice. Or maybe it’s the hair. You’ve got a lot going on right here.” You said as you waved your hand in the general direction of his face.

Steve wasn’t sure if he should be flattered by the compliment or if you were just teasing him. “Well, it takes a lot of work to have hair this good.” He smirked.

“Time, effort and hairspray, that’s what that takes.”

“I’m glad you appreciate my effort.” He mentally patted himself on the back for how smooth he sounded just then, maybe he could take your attention away from his attire.

“So, back to this lovely festive ensemble you have on today.” You grinned and he realised you had not been distracted at all.

“Do we have to? Can’t we talk about your outfit? You’re looking lovely today.”

“Nice try, but you have dancing reindeers.”

“My dad-”

“Your dad picked out your outfit? Oh, Harrington, this interaction is just the gift that keeps on giving! You’re lucky I don’t have a camera on me because Dustin would lose his mind over this.”

“Seriously? You would tell Henderson about this? Ruin my street cred completely, thanks.” He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help mirror your smile. You always looked so pretty when you smiled.

“Nah, I couldn’t tell him about your dorky sweater, because then I’d have to tell him that you actually make it look good.” You heard your mother calling your name and your smile flattened a little. “I’ve got to go mingle for a while, but hopefully our paths will cross again. I have to tease you about those adorable snowmen.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but you were turning to leave. He had to admit, he hated you leaving him, but he did kinda enjoy watching you walk away.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steven's Greetings #gndw fic

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letting you guys in on some of the madness in mine and cricket’s discord chat via this 3000 word thesis on the use of colour in boy; co-authored ofc by myself and cricket @twocarsonenight and far longer than it has any right to be but, well, if any film deserves it. anyway-

in boy, there are three main recurring colour motifs: red, blue, and green. all three represent different themes that are present throughout the whole film - red representing grief, both the grief directly for joanie as well as grief the characters feel throughout the narrative; blue representing hope, in contrast with the grief signified by red; and green representing potential, a key theme in boy and alamein’s relationship specifically. blue and red in particular seem to counterbalance each other, as the grief in the film is often based in the past and so hinges on characters looking backwards, whereas hope tends to be looking more towards the present or the future. the only real exception to this is the blue associated with joanie, although her blue motif specifically contrasts with the red representing grief. green as potential is mostly found in overarching visual metaphors, rather than in specific tableaus like the other colours.

the blue/green/red colour scheme is echoed both within the film and in the marketing; boy’s poster welcoming alamein home has each letter of “dad” written in blue, red, and green respectively, and one of the posters advertising the film writes “boy” in red/blue/green, in the same fashion.

red as grief

rocky’s birth; everything in the room is red/orange/beige. it’s the only time we see alamein in a warmer colour, and even boy watching from the hallway is in red. the overall palette of the shot is very warm, and almost leans into the hazy feel of a memory from early childhood. the only thing in frame to truly stray from the colour scheme is a blue robe, presumably belonging to joanie, hanging on the wardrobe door. it may be a moment of intense grief, but rocky has been born. this also emphasises rocky’s connection to joanie that we see throughout the film.

the pub fight; while the first michael jackson dance sequence is lit entirely in blue, the second (and last) is lit from one side with a soft red. it could be boy’s imagination, playing into the gang dichotomy, but it brings with it the first real, external threat in the film. boy doesn’t realise at first, but alamein’s own real-world fantasies have caught up with him, and the consequences are real. we know there’s no way around it, but even in the car afterwards alamein attempts to work it into the fantasy he has built around him. -> the one-sided red light of the bar fight sequence represents the danger and (although he doesn't know it yet) the creeping grief boy feels about alamein from that point on. it’s only subtle at first because no one (least of all boy) knows that alamein’s perpetuation of his own fantasy is about to catch up with him. this is then carried over into the next scene, when all three of them have blood all over their faces and alamein is trying to rationalise what happened to fit his fantasy - it’s not the soft and subtle red lighting of boy’s imagination, it’s tangible and painful and a very real representation of how alamein’s selfish tendencies start to have real life consequences. the grief in that instance is for what was, until then, an unbroken ideal. for everyone in the car.

leaf’s death; immediately following the pub fight, this is a major turning point. boy’s face is lit red from one side, much like the bar fight, but a far stronger colour. (alamein is not lit in red at all). this is obviously boy grieving leaf (and thus a central part of his childhood), but he’s also feeling grief over his relationship with alamein, which is changed almost instantly in this moment.

the sparkler scene; during this scene, rocky is wearing bright red (perhaps the most vibrant colour we see anyone wearing throughout the film.) it acts as a sort of culmination of a number of themes throughout the film, but most notably it forces alamein to literally confront his grief regarding joanie, an idea given more weight by the fact that at the start of the film, he had never even met rocky. for rocky, it’s an attempt to connect with alamein - he’s wearing the roller skates he got from him at the beginning, he’s holding a sparkler in one hand and making a physical connection with the other, he’s wearing the brightest, most vibrant colour we see anyone wearing throughout the whole film. he’s confronting his own grief/guilt regarding joanie’s death, and therefore forcing alamein to do the same.

the bench in the garage; the bench is red, causing it to stand out from the earth tones of the rest of the tableau in this scene. first, boy, rocky, and kellie are sitting on the bench watching alamein and waiting for the party to start. the symbolic grief is underlying the whole scene, and it’s noticeable that only members of the family sit on the bench. after rocky and kellie leave, boy is left with alamein, who sits on the bench with him but further away than rocky had been sitting. in fact, alamein took the seat that had been empty between rocky and kellie, causing the other childrens’ absence to be palpable when comparing the shots. visually, there remains distance between boy and alamein, but they are connected by the underlying shared grief between them.

beyond these individual tableaus, red is used to represent grief in other ways throughout the film; rocky’s animation of a mouse coming back to life as a bird, nan leaving for and returning from the funeral wearing red, the late evening sky when boy is telling leaf about his day (this feels slightly more complex - there’s not particularly a theme of grief in this scene, but it’s not about that, it’s about the grief in the next. boy says there’s a storm coming, and the red sky represents something on the horizon, so to speak. alamein cannot return home without bringing some sort of grief with him, and so the sunset represents this); the sunset in the transition shots after alamein takes his jacket back from boy, the back of alamein’s crazy horses patch (which we only see once he’s taken it off the jacket).

blue as hope

when boy finds the money; obviously, the sky is shown regularly throughout the film, although more often than not it’s a more subdued shade of blue. this changes in the scene where boy finds the buried money - it takes on a far more vibrant tone, creating a visual contrast with the figure of boy in front of it. while boy is hopeful from the moment alamein arrives home, this is the moment when the hope is closest to paying off, to being realised tangibly. it’s almost naive in its vibrancy, and represents a petit-dénouement within the story. the money has been found - they can leave.

the kitchen; repainted in a colour scheme accented with baby blue for the film, the kitchen is used many times throughout, often in scenes that show connections between characters. the cabinets in particular are perhaps most obvious during the scene where alamein and the crazy horses have just arrived home. for boy, this is everything he’s wanted for years - he’s hopeful that finally he can have the life (and the father) he’s always wanted. in the shot with the kids on the left of the table, and the crazy horses on the right, the cabinets are largely forming the background behind the kids. there is a door to the right, but it’s open, revealing the green wallpaper of the hallway.

the final scene; sitting beside joanie’s grave, alamein is dressed entirely in blue, notably sans jacket or helmet. this scene is about as explicit as it gets - there is hope for the future here, represented by how alamein has finally let go of his persona, and is able to sit with his children by their mother’s grave. rocky is also dressed in a brighter blue, indicating his hopefulness about alamein that boy had at the beginning, encouraged by boy telling rocky that alamein was training to be a samurai in japan.

the michael jackson sequences; these are very explicitly a representation of boy’s projection onto his father. the first scene, at the party, is lit entirely in blue, and shows an alamein consistent with the one we see during boy’s speech at the start of the film. it’s the alamein he wants to believe in, the one he wants to see across from him at the party - interestingly enough, unlike this scene’s counterpart later on, we don’t see the “end”. nothing has happened yet to break boy’s illusion of who alamein is. the second michael jackson sequence has already been discussed, but stands in contrast to the first because of a) the subject matter and b) the introduction of the red lighting. boy wants to have hope for his father’s character, but this is the point at which it’s no longer possible.

joanie; throughout the film joanie is associated with the colour blue. she is wearing blue in all of boy’s memories, and the blue robe hanging on the wardrobe when rocky is born probably belonged to her as well. for boy, he holds onto these memories as proof of a time when they were a family, a concept which is inextricably linked to alamein’s presence. boy hopes that he (and rocky) will be able to have this again - it’s worth noting that we first see these memories once alamein has returned home, and it seems to us that boy’s hope may not be in vain. the memory of he and joanie sat on the bough of the tree while alamein throws a stone towards the sea is mirrored moments later, with boy throwing the stone and rocky sat down. the overall palette of the first shot is much cooler, and has all three characters dressed in blue, whereas the second one is much more yellow.

with regards to the rest of the film, blue is often used in subtle ways to accent an undertone of hope. rocky especially often wears blue during these scenes (when nan returns home, when they visit joanie’s grave), and boy is wearing a blue shirt when alamein apologises through the window. rocky is also wearing blue (even blue-green) when he sees alamein stood outside the graveyard. dynasty is often wearing blue, including when she takes the sparkler from boy at the end, and the eyes that alamein puts in boy’s carving are blue.

green as potential

the field; as one of the major recurring points of the film, the money (and therefore the field where it is buried) carries a huge amount of narrative weight. money has potential in and of itself, but within the film it represents the potential to leave waihau bay, to escape. the emphasis on potential is interesting, as the money is of no use until it’s found, and therefore the first half of the film hinges on the potential of it, the idea of what it could mean. both boy and alamein fantasise about what they would do with it, without really thinking about the material reality of it. however, the film never gets to a point where this is necessary - by the time alamein sees the money, it has already been destroyed.

the marijuana; representing a very literal sort of monetary potential, the bright green is introduced to us almost immediately, during boy’s speech. whether this is a good thing or not, it’s linked to dynasty having a job, something which is presented as rare in the film. when boy "finds" the marijuana and brings it to alamein, it's theoretically a way to make money, a way out - the implication that alamein smokes it rather than selling it paints it on the surface as a wasted opportunity, when in reality there's not much else he could do with it. there's no one else he can sell it to, and so in this way the monetary potential is almost useless. this emphasises a theme that comes up throughout the film (a theme that taika has talked about since), how difficult it is to leave or even find a job - this is the purpose of the money for alamein, and this idea extends to boy wanting to "[go] with him when he [leaves]". this is why the marijuana is interesting - it doesn't really have that much monetary potental to anyone who doesn't "control" it. thus creating a self-perpetuating cycle, of sorts.

“who am i?”; the first time we see boy, he’s framed against the dark green of the chalkboard, giving the speech that prompts mr langston to introduce the concept of “potential” to the film in the first place. given that the speech is (presumably) supposed to be titled “who am i”, it’s interesting that boy speaks mostly about other people - as mr langston says, he has potential [to be different to his father], which is emphasised by the importance he places on his friends and family.

throughout the film, the concept of potential is used both to link boy and alamein, and to differentiate them. when mr langston tells boy he has potential, it’s because he’s comparing him to alamein (“he was a good student, like you - full of potential”). perhaps the most obvious visual representation of this is alamein’s shogun helmet - for alamein, it represents the type of person (character?) he wants to be, and for boy it represents a chance to become like his father. this is tied together after boy finds the money, when he reads the dictionary definition of potential; he doesn’t know what it means, but looks over towards alamein’s jacket and finds an answer. therefore - boy’s idea of potential is inextricably linked to alamein.

during the rest of the film; boy is dressed almost entirely in green when he finds the money, rocky’s drawing of alamein over joanie’s grave is done in green, alamein is framed by the green grass of the mural in the kitchen when he promises to spend “quality time” with boy and rocky, the landscape when alamein is driving with boy.

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aside from their individual uses, the colours are also used together to convey more complex themes; for example, the night when alamein arrives home. boy and rocky are both shown in bed, boy wearing blue with green bed covers and rocky with orange. for boy, alamein arriving home gives him hope - he sees the potential in their relationship, and thinks that now he can have the family he’s wanted for years. on the other hand, rocky sees alamein returning home as a reminder of the grief he feels regarding joanie’s death.

several times throughout the film, the blue sky/green grass contrast is used to emphasise these themes. for example; when alamein and the crazy horses are first looking for the money, when boy and rocky are walking up to the graveyard at the end, and the shot of the house when boy is making amends (as well as earlier, when the kids are playing tag). specifically, the shot of them walking to the graveyard is contrasted with another shot from moments before, when boy is telling rocky that alamein has left for japan. the landscape behind them in the first shot is grey and overcast, whereas in the second shot it’s sunny and split almost exactly in half by the blue sky and the green grass. all of these scenes are underlaid with a sense of hope and potential, in one way or another.

in the scene where boy and rocky are in the bath, rocky is haloed by a spiral of red and black. the spiral reaches into part of boy’s space, with the rest of his space being blue. this takes place immediately after the scene of rocky looking at their family photos and, before that, alamein taking the jacket away from boy. rocky is surrounded by (literally) swirling grief for what he believes he did to joanie, whereas the blue behind boy represents the tone of the montage - not hopeful per se, but heartwarming. we see again some of the characteristics in boy that are initially apparent, before alamein arrives.

when boy discovers that leaf has eaten the money, we see a shot of some of the notes on the brown grass next to the wheels of the car. this contrasts with the other times we see grass in the film - it’s vibrant and green, whereas in this scene it’s brown (dead, even), representing the lost potential of the money. this is also interesting considering potential as a key part of alamein and boy’s relationship; once leaf eats the money, it is fundamentally altered because the potential of the money has been destroyed.

beyond this, there are many individual moments in the film that use colour to convey implicit meaning; boy wearing blue-green during the class photo when he looks over to chardonnay, the dictionary cover boy reads from being designed in red, green, and blue, and boy being framed against the green and blue of the mural on the kitchen wall near the start of the film.

to conclude! the use of colour in this film is incredibly detailed and nuanced, considering the frequent use of local landscapes and the fact that most of the set was built already - it’s used to both accentuate and introduce underlying themes that we as the audience may or may not consciously notice. as dynamics, characters, and emotions change throughout the film (both chronologically within the narrative itself - boy’s memories of joanie being accentuated with a cooler palette that is less apparent in the “present”, for example - and within the film), the colours change alongside them. the use of red to represent grief, as opposed to the blue we would generally expect, emphasises the kind of tragedy that these characters are living with, and the kind of tragedy that underpins the whole film - it’s not necessarily about mourning, it focuses on the effects of grief rather than the inherent sadness of it. the way these emotions and concepts influence each other is explored through the use of colour, and adds another layer of depth that is not immediately noticeable. taika im losing my mind

#boy 2010 #3044 words last time we checked so like. dont say i didnt warn you #believe it or not this is far from exhaustive but thats not the point! go forth rewatch and Notice Things #anyway i said this at the start but go follow cricket twocarsonenight if u dont already (cringe!) because we literally co-authored this #like its genuine academia at this point #boy (2010) discussion group

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Review: Sophie Breton’s new soft folk-pop single ‘Nota Bene’ entangles warmth, emotion and familiarity in one bittersweet bubble

Born and raised in Quebec City, the upcoming artist Sophie Breton has found herself paving her own path since stepping foot onto the music scene, building upon the inspiration she found within many women in the industry. Since her first release in 2019, Sophie has always designed her work by grounding herself in themes of intimacy and emotive narratives, carrying through an indie/pop chill vibe that adds to their resonance. Now as she only looks to continue the momentum she’s ramped up, Sophie shares her latest offering ‘Nota Bene’, one of just two singles that have proceeded her first EP release in 2022.

It’s hard to pin down ‘Nota Bene’ in any one direction, tangled between tender and safe all at once as Sophie sets up a scene that’s all-too familiar, painting acoustic tones with brushstrokes of low candle-light, ambient solitude and a sound that embraces you like soft blankets to your ears. From the quick, finger-picked acoustic guitar riff that rings out with echoes of raw shifts in strings, to the haunting backing ‘ooh’s of Sophie’s that lull you gently into the soundscape, everything about ‘Nota Bene’ feels like the definition of home. Kept close to her heart and delicate in instruments, the track pushes forwards with just the addition of Sophie’s softly sung lines, doused in a light reverberance and a low-toned focus that seeps emotion through every quivering line. The cascading backing vocals continue to complement her words, an incredibly limited palette of sound and yet even more poignant for it.

Things push forwards as things move into the chorus, bringing in intermittent electric guitar strings that ring out through their slow plucks, accompanied by mesmerisingly bright piano keys that scatter undertones of hope and happiness within the more raw narrative. All the while the soundscape whirs around bouncing echoes of every instrument like their conjoined resounding were an instrumental piece of its’ own.

The narrative is just as sincere as the sound, singing a much-needed reminder to stay in the present moment, even when life can often have you overwhelmingly looking ahead or caught up in the past. This conflict between stress and ease plays out just as much in the sound, wrapping around Sophie’s dainty performance that bridges the gap between something achingly real and yet finding peace in being the most authentically, stripped-down version of yourself. Reflecting on these emotions, lyrics like ‘the past knows you did your best, the future holds your wishes’ absolutely soar, resonating deeply with audiences far and wide that need the reminder to stop lingering on the small details that needn’t be overthought. Continuing through lines like ‘sky is clearer than you thought’ , Sophie reminds that we often hold ourselves back out of fear, guiding you to really look at the present moment rather than becoming clouded by your mistakes or your goals you’re always too busy chasing.

Further lyrics continue this empowering message, sonically building a world that delivers nothing but safety and security, allowing listeners a respite that’ll always have their best interests at heart. If you’re in need of a cosy stop to rest, look within and feel a little less alone, there’s no better place to do it than the nearing three minute journey that is ‘Nota Bene.’ You’ll have to listen to it for yourself here though, as the listening experience is one made to be personal to you, wrapping you in comforting arms like the embrace of a friend when you need it most.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

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yanderememes · 2 years

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Solitary Love Chapter 8 (Yandere Giorno x Reader)

It's here! I was determined to post it this week so I really pushed myself to meet my deadline. I hope to post chapter 9 soon considering it's about 80% done. And I know I keep saying this, but for those who have been following this series and have made it this far... THANK YOU. Your support really does mean a lot to me.

It's thanks to your guys' support that I've been thinking about writing fics more and not just headcanons or make memes. But don't worry, that doesn't mean I'm abandoning them, just expanding my horizons! I would like to eventually write for other JJBA characters too like Dio and Jotaro. But I don't want to start several series and not keep up with any of them. I'm going to focus solely on this series so I can really give it my all.

The past few chapters were Giorno's POV so now we return to reader!

2 days left before departure

The sound of applause echoed throughout the room as the presenter finished his presentation. You were at a conference with the rest of your class and professor about the latest findings and research in the psychology world. Renowned Italian psychologists who revolutionized modern psychology were on the list of presenters tonight and you couldn’t be more thrilled and honored to be here.

Professor Hollman wanted to take this time for the class to really take something away from this whole trip across the globe. After all, he couldn’t bring his class to one of the world’s most beautiful countries under the pretense of “education” and not having them learn anything remotely related to their field of study.

With the conference coming adieu, many of the guests and presenters took this time to socialize and grab refreshments. These psychology conferences often lasted hours not only due to the presentations but also the criticism and bickering the older gentlemen and ladies had with each other over conflicting theories and beliefs.

Sighing, you took a sip of your water, praying you wouldn’t end up like them one day in the future.

“Signora l/n, was it? Dr. Hollman’s student.” you hear a voice say. Putting your cup down, you lock eyes with the man standing before you and realize the voice belonged to him. He was a fairly dark-skinned man with slick back hair of average height.

“Si (yes). I am y/n.”

“Fascinating thesis you presented. What inspired you to research it?”

You paused. How did he know about your thesis? You didn’t present it at this conference so where did he hear about it? Before you could ask, he seemed to have caught on to your confusion.

“I was an attendee when you and your class presented your theses. You probably didn’t see me but I do remember you and your work. Amazing job, by the way.”

“Grazie (thank you),” you flashed him a smile. “I was inspired to do my research on childhood trauma because it seems to be a common occurrence around the world, unfortunately. Freud was a lot of things, but he snapped when he said one’s childhood experiences can heavily impact your life into adulthood.”

The man laughed. “Infatti (indeed). Men marry their mothers and women marry their fathers which may perpetuate the vicious cycle. Perhaps may even be a factor to consider when examining Stockholm syndrome.”

That piqued your interest, “That would be an interesting study. What area of psych do you specialize in?”

“Criminal psychology. Stockholm syndrome, psychopaths, serial killers, kidnappings, you know, all the fun stuff.”

“Very fun,” you sarcastically said.

You both burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of your conversation. You never hit it off with someone as quickly as you did with this man. Giorno and Aurelio were a close second but you could tell Giorno had his walls up and was somewhat intimidating, to be honest. Aurelio was just fun to be around until his unfortunate accident. But this man was different. You both conversed as if you were long-time friends just catching up. You then realized you didn’t even grab this man’s name yet. So you asked.

“Loris Peralta, at your service, signora.” he smiled and bowed. “Seeing as I already know your name, y/n. I’d love to take you to dinner. How about it?”

Your eyes sparkled. A chance to go out with this charming fella? How could you refuse? “Alright. It’s a date,” you smiled.

He returned your smile with one of his own, “Excellent. I’ll come pick you up at around 7?”

You nodded excitedly, “I’ll see you at 7!”

***

“Ooh~ y/n’s going on a date!” your friend teased.

You couldn’t help but smile at your friend’s teasing. You were super excited for tonight to the point where you couldn’t stop giggling like a teen schoolgirl thinking about their crush. Although you’ve had your fair share of dates in the past, you weren’t quite as excited for previous dates as you were for tonight.

You decided to wear a long tight-fitted red spaghetti-strapped dress to accentuate your figure and show off your curves. While you were making some finishing touches with your makeup in the bathroom, you heard your notifications from your phone ring.

Hey y/n, my car broke down so I won’t be able to pick you up. Is it okay if we meet at the restaurant?

Putting down your makeup brush to reply to Loris, you felt a bit of disappointment. But it wasn’t his fault his car broke down. Things happen.

Okay. I’ll see u then.

“He’s here?” your friend walked in to check in on you.

“He said his car broke down and we’ll have to meet at the restaurant”

“Damn, that sucks. Want me to call a taxi for you?”

Nodding your head, you thank your friend and finish up with your makeup.

Sliding on your matching red heels and grabbing your clutch purse, you head out of your hotel room but not before saying goodbye to your friends.

“Bye guys!” you waved at them before turning the doorknob to exit.

“Bye! Don’t get pregnant!” your friends laugh.

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you leave close the door behind you and make your way down to get into your taxi.

***

It didn’t take long for your taxi to reach your destination. Glancing at your phone, the time read 6:50pm, so you were a bit early. Paying your taxi driver, you step out of the vehicle and wait by the sidewalk for your date just outside the restaurant.

It looked like he still wasn’t here yet. Maybe you were just too early. You stood there waiting for Loris and decided to message him to let him know you arrived.

Hey! I’m here a bit early lol. Lmk when u get here

You don’t expect him to reply right away so you just scrolled through your social media to kill some time before Loris got here.

7:00pm. Still no sign of Loris and no text messages from him. Okay, no big deal. You continue scrolling through social media.

7:10pm. Nothing from your date. You decide to message him again.

Are you here yet?

No response.

7:20pm. No text back and not a man resembling Loris in sight. This time you’ll try calling him. Pressing your phone up to your ear, you stood there listening to the ringing of the tone, waiting for this man to pick up his phone.

Your call cannot be connected to the person you are trying to call. Please leave a message after the tone.

Deeply sighing you hang up, not bothering to leave a voice message. Is he going to be a no-show? You couldn’t help but wonder that. Looking at the time again for what felt like the hundredth time, it had already been 25 minutes past your agreed time to meet. You haven’t heard anything from Loris since he told you his car broke down. You debate whether you should leave or wait for a few more minutes. If lady luck is on your side then he may turn up any minute now.

For better or for worse, you tell yourself you will wait for another 10 minutes. But when the clock strikes 7:30 and he still doesn’t show up or contact you, you’re leaving.

Time passed as you continued to try and kill time by playing on your phone. Refreshing your social media feed, watching Youtube videos, heck, even reading the news was appealing!

Finally, the time changed to 7:30 and there were no notifications from Loris. No calls either. Looking left and right and across the sidewalk, you did not see him for as far as the human eye can see. Keeping true to your word, you called for a taxi and made your way back to your hotel.

***

Practically stomping to the lobby of your hotel, you fumed as you were beyond pissed off and upset.

He stood you up.

You couldn’t believe it. This was the first time any date had stood you up. But oh no, you weren’t just going to ignore this. He’s gonna get a piece of your mind, the bastard!

You stood firm on the lobby’s floor and began typing furiously. You were too angry to let this simmer down and go back to your room right now.

At first, you were going to cuss him out and tell him how pathetic he was but after some consideration, you rationalized it probably wasn’t the best idea. What if that’s what he wants? What if he was some troll who enjoyed getting a rise out of people? Then you’d be playing in the palm of his hand. If you could take away anything that you learned in your psychology program, it’s that trolls like Loris do these kinds of things to get a reaction. Giving them a reaction only enables their behaviour to do it again.

So you erase the message you had written out for him and decide to be the bigger person.

Hi Loris,

I was really looking forward to our date tonight and after waiting for half an hour outside, I’m quite disappointed that you didn’t even bother to respond to any of my messages, let alone not show up. It was nice meeting you earlier today at the conference hall but I don’t think this relationship will work out. I wish you all the best.

Regards,

Y/N

Tapping the send button, a wave of exasperation washed away. Exhaling, you felt like you can finally breathe again after that stressful event you just experienced. You’d be lying if you said apart of you wished you had sent your original message, filled with cuss words and other vulgar things. But you figured this was for the best. You won’t stoop to his level. However, that didn’t mean your feeling weren’t hurt though.

“Rough night, huh?” you hear a familiar voice speak behind you. Turning around to see the owner, you found the face of a man you’ve been seeing a lot as of late.

“Giorno!” you gasp.

“Piacere di vederla (it’s nice to see you), y/n.” he flashed you his dashing boyish smile.

“What brings you here?”

“I was around the neighbourhood and thought I’d stop by to say hello to Signor Tocci. He’s a friend of mine and the owner of this hotel.”

You stared at him before quietly mumbling an “oh”. You couldn’t help but wonder how many connections Giorno must have. If anything you were astonished but he could have just known the owner from childhood or something.

Getting you out of your head, Giorno asked, “you look distressed. Did something happen?”

How did he know? Well, yes, you are a bit distressed after your experience with Loris but you always had a habit of concealing your true feelings, especially if they were negative. In your opinion, you don’t want to burden others with your negative emotions so you put on a mask and learn to deal with it yourself. You’ve been practising this for years and not even your closest friends would notice. So how did he? Did you make it so noticeable? You didn’t think so.

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “My date stood me up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Probably worked out for the best. He was an asshole. Acting all friendly when we met and then making excuses on our night out. He could have just told me he wasn’t interested instead of wasting my time like this.” you couldn’t help but sigh.

“You deserve better.”

You blush at his words, “u-uh. Thank you…” you turned your head to avoid eye contact. Damnit, you stuttered.

Compliments always did make you feel awkward. Giorno noticed this and you could see from the corner of your eye, he was amused judging by the look on his face.

You’ve encountered Giorno several times at this point during your trip here in Italy. You aren’t one to brag but you often did have gut feelings about certain people that were always on the nose. When you first met Giorno, he seemed like a well-mannered gentleman. Aside from the way he looked and dressed, the way he carried himself gave you the impression he was a man with power. That much was evident that night when you went clubbing. Still, he was surely an enigma with a strong charismatic aura around him. But this time you weren’t quite sure if it was merely his charisma and flowery language that made you blush or is he naturally suave with everyone?

“Don Giovanna? Were you waiting here all this time for me? Per favore, mi dispiace molto (please, I’m so sorry). Come into my office, we can talk inside.” an older man emerged from what looked like his office and interrupted your little conversation with Giorno. He wore a neat black suit and judging by his name tag, you can fairly make out he seemed to be the owner. Was this the man Giorno spoke of meeting with, signor Tocci? But why does he look so scared? The poor man was sweating like a sinner in church with beady eyes that didn’t dare to even blink, fearing if he blinked, it would mean the end of his life.

You were confused. Aren’t they friends?

“Tu sei perdonato (you are forgiven). I’ll be there shortly.” Giorno’s demeanour changed when he spoke to the signor. He’s always so light-hearted with you but ice-cold to others.

“I’ll go make you some tea!” signor Tocci frantically shouted and dashed out of the lobby.

Who on Earth was Giorno Giovanna? You asked this question to yourself before and were promptly reminded of the last time you were here in the lobby. You owed him an apology for mistaking and doubting his character! What better time than now? You’d be leaving the country in about a day anyways and would most likely never see him again.

“Giorno, I actually have an apology to make.”

The blonde was confused and waited for you to continue.

With a strong voice and straight posture, you spoke earnestly, “Actually, I thought poorly of you and was skeptical of your intentions. I guess I’m just a skeptical person in general, but after we went out for dinner together, I realized I was wrong and too quick to judge. Mi dispiace (I’m sorry). You’re a good man, Giorno.”

It was hard to tell what Giorno was thinking or feeling at this moment. His face remained blank and unreadable. But you got the sense he didn’t hate your little speech. You did speak from the heart, after all. His emerald eyes locked with yours before he began reaching his hand up to your face, softly brushing some loose strands of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. In a low but solemn voice, he spoke, “I hope you’ll continue to see me that way, y/n.”

Retracting his hand and placing it back to his side, he bid you farewell and motioned towards signor Tocci’s office, leaving you to question what his words meant.

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Dear Father [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: Wherever you are wherever you may be, even if you are beyond my reach, I only wish to see you again. -from a letter lost in the wind.

(A story where you and Diluc somehow managed to meet Crepus)

Genre: all fluff

"I know how late I am to father's day but here's my father's day take on Genshin Impact! Just let Diluc be happy for once T_T Mihoyo pls."

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Discovering Master Crepus' old belongings was like wandering in a domain surrounded by ancient artifacts. Each piece holding the memory of someone you've never met.

The paintings. Master Crepus loved to paint. Typically birds were the main muse of this portraits since they deeply embodied Mondstadt's values for freedom which shows you how much he cherished this city just like his son did. In almost every hallway you walked through there was a collection of his paintings, some belonged to another artist but the majority was an original work. Diluc didn't have the heart to sell them.

Elzer. He was one of the oldest workers who served under the Ragnvindr name, ever since Master Crepus had appointed him during his earlier days. You were told that he treated everyone, both staff and noble, with equal respect. Almost all the denizens of Mondstadt knew this man for he was not only noble in riches but also in the soul.

"I'm sure he would have loved to meet you in person. Now that I think about it, you and Master Crepus are quite similar. Haha, it seems that Master Diluc was selective in terms of who he wanted for his future bride."

Elzer adds with a light chuckle but the statement only made you more curious. A man who affected the lives of so many others, he must have been a wonderful person.

Diluc. The bloodline Master Crepus left behind after his death, a piece of himself and the heir to the whole wine industry, his son Diluc. Although you could see the resemblance in appearance, both of them were men of prinicples and values, putting Mondstadt first before anything else and you suddenly realized if that was the reason why Diluc was so protective of this city. As if, it were everything he had? You could tell he loved Master Crepus very much, not because he said so, rather the painful expression buried deep within his crimson glare whenever someone brought up the topic. Diluc was skilled in hiding himself, it's something he practiced over the years of working alone, though he lowered his guard as long as you were the only one present.

Even so, he had many conflicts still wringing him internally and you didn't want to push him until the day he felt ready to personally tell you himself.

But it would be nice if he opened up, just a little bit.

There were times when you would worry since Diluc had the tendency to hide his feelings for the sake of not troubling you. He wanted to keep life simple and bright, bringing the best to the table while making sure that you lived safely out of harm's way. You couldn't seem to get him to understand that as lovers, you would be happy to help him, in anything. Unconditionally. It was natural for you to feel the need to force yourself in every once in a while and there was nothing more you wanted to know than the story of the man who raised him.

You would even jest on the idea of what it fel like to meet Master Crepus in person. Were you able to reach his standards by any chance? Would he have liked you just as everyone claimed? Of course, they were only silly indulgent thoughts so you quickly dismissed them in the end. Bringing back the past was impossible no matter how badly you wanted it. You closed your heart on that possibility.

On a lovely evening, while you and Diluc were taking your time off Angel's Share to make a stroll around Mondstadt's quiet streets, a strange merchant called over to you. She displayed various antiques ranging from different sizes to designs, none of them seemed to haven been carved in the same place but distinct cultures throughout Teyvat. The only thing they had in common was that they were all equally beautiful to the eye.

However a particular item of what looks like to be a heart locket snatches your attention and you instantly became mesmerized, allured by it's mysterious charm.

"Ah, the locked heart caught your fancy, my lady? It's said once you open it, you will be set free."

"It's magnificent..." you muttered, staring unabashed at the shining surface.

Diluc who was observing from behind folded his arms and tilts his head, "How much is that?"

Although you intended to simply inspect the choices, your lover immediately offers to pay. They all already gave the impression of a hefty price and you didn't want him to spend his fortune on things that deemed unecessary. Still, this wasn't the first time it happened. Diluc would always insist whenever you protested against him from buying anything, it was just a way of expressing his affections towards you. Mora was never a problem and you were priceless. That's how he sees things. You had to remind yourself to be careful when stumbling upon a bustling area full of salesmen next time.

"Five hundred thousand mora."

He purchased it without hesitation.

On your way home, Diluc noticed that something was amiss. You couldn't tear your gaze from the locket as if it had hypnotized you by the golden smooth surface. He had to ensure you didn't run into anyone by accident, tugging your arm closer so that it gave him an opportunity to lead you where you yourself could not. Surely it must have been the appearance but instead of being drawn by, you were drawn in. Completely.

I wonder...what will happen if I open it?

"(Y/n)?" Diluc narrows his eyebrows together. Did you like it that much? No, he knew you weren't the type to be so etranced by jewelry, this was certainly different. Even the merchant seemed a little suspicious when she approached you and Diluc couldn't ignore the heavy sense of aminosity that was emitted around her aura. He couldn't think within her presence but now that his mind was much clearer, he was able to use his skillful judgements.

"Wait...! Don't open it yet-"

However, he was too late.

The wind picks up at an alarming speed and you both brought up your arms to block the debris that had flown in the way. They swirled in non-stop motion until your worlds were engulfed with not even the sky in sight. Amidst the turmoil Diluc latchest onto you and holds your body close his chest as he was determined to protect against any force that dared to hurt you. Something heavy knocks his head and he winces, tighting his hold even further. Your voice could hardly be heard with all the noise that rung around and eventually you discovered the the world wasn't disappearing. You both were.

The last thought you had was the image of Master Crepus and you didn't know why.

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"Diluc? Diluc?"

He faintly heard his name through a series of echoes. Diluc fights to regaind concousness, feeling your grip upon his shoulder while trying to urge him awake.

"Diluc are you alright?"

Your worried face was the first thing he sees other than the fog that looms above. Diluc blinks a few times in an attempt to ease his migraine, using one arm to force his body into a seating position as he allowed himself to be supported by you at the same time.

"Does your head hurt?" You ask, palming gently against his forehead to feel the heat. Even if her was usually very warm, there was no unusual rise in tempurature, something must have hit him instead, "Here, maybe this will help."

Bringing out your hand you concentrated on generating the water through your fingertips. Having a hydro vision meant you were capable of healing magic which Diluc appreciated since he often came home late at night with injuries hidden behind his sleeves. But nothing came out and he became even more suspicious of the situation.

"Eh? What's going on?" You blurted out, patting down your clothes and your pockets, "My Vision, it's gone too!"

"Mine as well," Diluc flexes his fingers to test his own element, "It seems that our powers were sealed once we entered this domain."

"A domain that prevents you from using a Vision? That doesn't sound very comforting," you scratched your head, suddenly remembering the cause of your current problem, "The locket...it's all starting to make sense now. Ugh, I should have listened to you earlier, I'm sorry Diluc."

"No (Y/n), you don't have to apologize," he interjects and you returned a curious glance, "I should have stopped you the minute I discovered there was something strange. I was too careless."

"You felt that too? I thought I was the only one," your tone and face mimics one of surprise. The fog continues to dance around, enclosing the two of you to the small area. You lifted your head and looked above in deep contemplation, "When I saw the locket I couldn't tear my eyes off of it, like something was pulling me in. Like...there was a spell casted on it."

"What do you mean?" he asked in an inquisitive manner.

You nod, "I can't put my finger on it bit Ifel that the locket wanted me to..." balling your fist upon your lap, you stared intensely at the floor as if drilling holes into them while digging into the depths of your mind for any specific clues. Initially you thought the locket was so captivating that you were simply charmed by it's craftmanship. But tere was more than that, you began deciphering, there was also a need for fulfillment. A yearning desire, "to know. The locket was calling me to know."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

"To know..." you trailed off. How strange. No matter how much you tried to rationalize, you were always brought back to the same square as if the locket knew exactly what you wanted. What you were lacking. Because the one thing you wanted to know most about was the person you've never met, "Someone very important to you."

The fog dispersed.

Diluc instinctively puts an arm in front of you defensively as he scanned his quick and thorough eyes around the area. It didn't take long for him to know exactly where everything was. In fact, the abrupt change isn't what puts him on high alert, but it was how familiar everything looked to the point he evaluates if there was any reason to be skeptical or if he should be breathtaken.

"What a beautiful house," However you didn't recognize it. Diluc knew because he had yet to meet you during the time he lived in this estate, "I wonder who does it belong to?"

"Father's old mansion...how?" Diluc breatlessly mutters, as if seeing the supremecy of Celestia for the first time. When years passed after his father died, he chose to sell off the majority of his belongings, the mansion being on for example. Currently it was in the possession of a well-known business associate that used to be a friend of Crepus. The mansion would likely have looked much different due to the renovations it gone through but Diluc remembers the picture as if this were yesterday. Everything was in tact. The vine yard, the gazebo where they drank tea, the hill that he and Kaeya used to race on when they were kids-

Revelation burns in his pupils as his eyes expanded.

"Welcome home, my son."

Both you and Diluc fall wordless at the sight that appeared like a miracle's blessing. Crepus stands at a distance, the graceful smile complimenting his warm features. He looked exactly how the court artists portrayed him in the Ragnvindr's family picture. Sharp face with gentle eyes and an aura that was as pleasant as what Elzer described.

"So this is why the locket was calling to us," you whispered, "I guess the mora really was worth it after all."

"...Fa...ther...."

You snuck a glance at Diluc. From behind the resemblance was as clear as dawn, like you were staring at a carbon copy of Master Crepus himself. Almost. He was a less hardened version of Diluc during uncommon situations. It made you think just how much you didn't know before his father passed away. What kind of person was this man during his days as a knight? You never had the chance to know.

"Father is that really you?" Diluc couldn't help his voice from trembling, paralyzed in place when he could hardly make sense of what stands in front of him. The person he longed to hear from, the person who left the world too quick, Diluc was afraid to get his hopes up in case his father suddenly disappeared and everything was just an illusion conjured by his mind. He was already used to being betrayed and dealt with disappointment too often. Which is why he learned to trust only himself. But, right now, can he really trust himself?

Feeling your hand gently on his shoulders, Diluc was brought back to reality. You smiled with warm reassurance that bled into your voice, "It's okay Diluc. Go, I'm here for you."

There was the faintest light shining in his eyes as emotions swell in his chest. Ever since you came Diluc never had to feel alone anymore, truly, you were the light that was brought back into his eyes, to his life when he gave up the thought of seeing it again. If he couldn't trust himself then at the very least, he could trust you.

"Thank you," he embraces you wholly like you were everything, and you were, before letting go and taking off to the otherside.

The air hits him in a rush and knocks the ones out of his lungs, "Father!" Diluc yells with tearful eyes. For the first time in a long while he was finally letting his feelings run free, "Father!" A name that felt foreign upon words that is pushes him forward, wanting to claim the truth that was smiling from afar.

"Father!"

Crepus lifted his arms and openly catches Diluc when he crashed into him. Here. He was here. He certainly was.

"Haha its been a while hasn't it my son?" He begins, encasing Diluc in a hug like he did the day he turned eighteen. Crepus was a tall man and his genes seemed to have went through. Back when they were younger, Diluc managed to only reach the blade of his shoulders, just barely. Now they were practically the same height, "Look how much you've grown over the years. There were so many things I planned to say but I don't know where to start."

Seven years. That was how long Crepus spent alone with his thoughts. He saw what happened through that time span, the truth about the Knights and Kaeya's origins. To say that none of that bothered him would be a lie. Especially when his son was the most impacted throughout all the events.

"Father I...I-" Diluc tries to speak but the words dissolved the moment it reached his tongue. He wasn't the type to be very good at expressing emotions. None of it could simply be communicated by sentences. For him, actions spoke louder yet somehow, they still wouldn't be enough. Nothing can comprehend the weight of seven years.

Crepus seemed to have understood and fills in the gap instead, "I have also missed you and Kaeya. More than I can even say. It must have been so hard for you both to endure it all by yourselves. Life hits us when we least expect it but despite that, you still chose to persevere."

Diluc clenches his hold, face buried in his shoulders and mouth quivering as he barely answers, "Yeah."

"You're both my pride and joy no matter what happens, as a father I cannot be more proud," before knowing, everything that was said came out naturally from his spirit. Crepus may have his own set of things to share but he knew what Diluc needed the most, "So please don't stop relying on one another, don't always think that you have to do everything alone. Stength is a virtue. However, its okay to let go and allow new people to come into your life. I don't need to be avenged, as long as you and Kaeya are happy, its all I ask for."

As if the world had been lifted from his shoulders, Diluc allows himself to break just this once. On the outside, he was known to be an unstoppable force, the Mondstadt tycoon, the uncrowned king and a hero who serves at night. But here you saw only a boy who dearly missed his father as he hugs him tightly. Although you couldn't hear their conversation clearly, just watching them from where you stood was enough to make your eyes glisten from pure happiness.

"You finally chose to open your heart, right Diluc?" You quietly note to yourself, "You don't have to carry everything by yourself anymore, you're free."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

He was able to dwell in this one in a lifetime experience, all because you unlocked the heart and dispersed the fog inside.

They spent a good amount of minutes bringing the distance back together after being seperated for so many years. You made sure to make minimal movements in the consideration of their time. It was only temporary until Crepus noticed you standing in the distance and he gave you a quick glance. Your whole body tenses in response, suddenly feeling guilty as if you were a third wheel who didn't belong in the moment between two family members.

He's staring at me. Diluc's father is staring at me! Your thoughts panicked along with your thrumming heart. What should I do?!!

"I see you've brought someone along with you," He comments, the playfulness rising in his tone, "She seems to have been waiting for quite a while already. If you don't mind, may you do the honours of introducing her to me?"

Diluc turns to see you stiffened in place with your hands tightly clasped below your stomach and heat pooling from your ear to your cheeks as you dipped your head down. His father was a kind man and he couldn't understand there the discomfort came from, yet found it endearing nonetheless. Diluc walks over to you and extends his hand, silently urging you to come with him. You complied, albeit hesitantly at first.

"It'll be okay my love," he whispered softly, causing you to be taken aback by the nickname he called you by. Diluc often reserves them for special instances and this was one of them, "Whatever the staff told you about my father, they're the truth. Trust in their judgement. Trust in me."

"Diluc..." you say, voice fading. You knew him to be someone who always kept his word and someone who would never lie to you. Taking in a short breath, you nodded, "Alright, I will," and followed his lead.

There was once a time where you indulged in the idea of facing Master Crepus in person. But never did you prepare yourself for the amount of pressure it came with. Now that you were together with his son, there was a high chance that he would also become part of his family too, sooner or later. You weren't just meeting Master Crepus. You were also meeting your future father-in-law.

"Father, this is (Y/n)," Diluc starts the welcoming exchanges. You felt his hand squeeze yours gently. He turns to you so that you caught glimpse of his face, seeing the reverance in his gaze that was hinted among his handsome features, "She's the woman I fell in love with and I would do anything to make her happy. I cherish her more than anything else."

"D-Diluc!" you flushed, your embarassment as red as his own hair. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest.

"I only speak the truth."

Master Crepus lets out a content chuckle, drawing both of your attentions back to him, "He can be surprising poetic sometimes but I'm sure that he got it from me. Even my wife reacted the same way," he reminisced shortly before sighing, "In truth I already knew that you were together. Staying in the after life gave me the chances to watch things from an omniscient standpoint, I was sincerely worried how Diluc would handle things when I suddenly left, I hope you don't mind. If you do, I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

"N-Not at all!"

"Haha, you're very kind. Thank you. I'm glad that my son was able to find a woman like you to be his fated partner. As a parent, it brings me great reassurance," Crepus remarked, "I know he can be stubborn and a little too headstrong when it comes to making decisions. It really must be a handful for you to deal with at times but I promise you that he means well. So please continue to watch over him in my stead, take care of my son while I'm gone."

"You can count on me," you beamed, "I'll give it my all."

"You have my gratitude (Y/n)," Crepus replies and turned to Diluc, "And listen to her every once in a while. I may have been the previous owner of our wine industry but even I always make sure to get me sufficient amount of rest. Son you know its bad to get two to three hours of sleep every day."

You blinked, "Two to three hours?"

Diluc clears his throat, "I understand Father. You don't have to say it."

Oh I think he does.

With a satisfied grin, Crepus took both of your hands together in his and gave you his blessings. The man once considered to be an artifact through the vast mansion was going to be part of the memories in your life. All of your expressions held as much happiness as the future can become now that he gave you the closure you both needed.

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goingmorry · 3 years

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Trafalgar Law [A-Z Alphabet Fluff]

Synopsis: How is Trafalgar Law like as your romantic partner? 💖

Count: 2813 words

Activities

Reading. Law is an avid reader. He loves to read all kinds of material, both fiction and non-fiction, such as short stories, novels, comics, articles, news, and medical textbooks. As such, you took it upon yourself to read together with him. During nights, when the rest of the crew retires to their quarters, you and Law take turns reading to each other. As your quiet and gentle voice fills the silent room, Law visibly relaxes. A faint but genuine smile graces his normally impassive features. When it's his turn to read, you enjoy the calm and soothing nature of his voice.

Resting/pillow talk. While Law is known to suffer from insomnia, he enjoys resting in bed together with you. This is usually accompanied with reading, but when you're both exhausted, both of you lie together in silence or in hushed sounds through light conversations. For the most part, you talk while Law listens. Law also tends to overwork himself so you being with him ensures that he unwinds for the day.

Medical assistance. Law is the doctor of the ship. As such, one of his primary duties is to perform both minor and major medical procedures when his crew sustains injury. He typically doesn't need assistance to conduct his minor medical duties; however, your insistence in helping him whenever possible has prompted him to seek your support. Despite your lack of medical knowledge, Law is not opposed to instructing you. You've proven yourself to be a reliable assistant. Truthfully, he enjoys having you adopt a nurse role by his side.

Beauty

Your compassion. Despite Law's outwardly aloof demeanor, he finds your kindness endearing. He’s used to incessantly berating you during the many times when you put your life in danger to save others; however, he's resigned to the fact that your compassion for others is one of your defining qualities. It's what drew him to you after all.

Comfort

Law is perceptive. He can tell when you're feeling down, and he can definitely tell when you're about to have a panic attack. He's quick to shift to his doctor persona, guiding you through breathing exercises as you breathe in and breathe out while slowly coming to your senses.

Law is not overly affectionate, but if you desire hugs or other forms of physical contact, he will give them to you without hesitation. You have his undivided attention.

When you recover, Law is cautiously optimistic and takes your vitals. He asks if you're feeling better and if you'd like to talk about it, but he's not forceful if you're not willing to disclose information to him.

Dreams

In the moment. Law is happy to live in the moment with you. Thinking of the future unnerves him, as his carefully arranged plans do not always develop the way he expects them to.

Fate. Just like his meeting with Cora-san during the most tragic part of his life, he believes meeting you was fate. Your fates were intertwined from the moment you first encountered each other, and they will continue to be until the day both of you breathe your last.

Equal

Dominant. Law has expressed his aversion for being told what to do. As the Captain of the Heart Pirates, he prefers to issue orders. While his dominance extends toward your relationship, this doesn't mean that he doesn't respect and value your opinions. He treats you fairly, as an equal, always making sure he listens to your input when you have something to say.

Law is dominant but not overbearing. As someone whose freedom was stripped away the moment he was born due to the Amber Lead disease, Law would never dream of taking away your freedom in any capacity.

Fight

Forgiving. It might surprise you to know that Law is an extremely forgiving person. He understands that couples get into disagreements; it's natural. So long as you don't betray his trust, he is willing to forgive and learn from most arguments.

Law usually appears collected when arguing with you; however, he loses his cool when you are quick to put yourself in harm's way. Law is not one to hold resentment after making up with you, preferring to be with you here and now.

Gratitude

Attentive. Law is aware of what you do for him. You try to be subtle, but he's quick to catch on. He tries to keep a calm façade, but he's overwhelmed with affection for you on the inside. You can expect him to snuggle closer to you tonight.

Law shows his gratitude indirectly. "Here. I got this on the way to town," he says, handing you a bag of your favorite sweets. He doesn't say it, but he loves watching your face light up in excitement at the prospect of stuffing your cheeks with delicious desserts.

Honesty

Although Law is honest, he tends to fill you in with the details after the fact. He doesn't do this out of malice but out of necessity. As Captain of the Heart Pirates, ally of the Strawhat Pirates, and a member of the Worst Generation, his life is in constant jeopardy. Now, with you by his side, he's paranoid and won't risk being caught off-guard until the threats have been neutralized. He prefers to do now and talk later.

When reminiscing about the past—as it relates to his childhood in Flevance and being under the care of the Donquixote family, specifically Cora-san—he struggles to share these painful memories. Although he opens up to you eventually, he won't willingly share all the moments when something reminds him of his past. How your kindness reminds him of Cora-san. How your love for festivals reminds him of Lami. He refuses to burden you with these thoughts.

Inspiration

Law is kind. Cora-san's sacrifice made sure of that.

Although Law regained his humanity, he doesn't put himself out there to assist others in need if doing so will jeopardize his plan. Instead, your insistence to help others forces his hand.

While Law believes that pirates should not do kind things, his actions contradict his statement. He will honor the Hippocratic Oath and use his Devil Fruit powers (Ope-Ope no Mi) to treat others to the best of his ability.

Law takes issue with being seen as a kind person by strangers. He refuses to accept others gratitude. When confronted, he will make up an excuse in an effort to portray himself as a selfish and ruthless pirate. Regardless, the recipients of his acts of kindness are not fooled.

Jealousy

Watchful. Law is protective. How could he not be when you look so radiant? So full of life, warmth, and affection? He trusts you. It's strangers he doesn't trust. He's worried other people will take advantage of your benevolence.

He deals with his jealousy by keeping you in his sight whenever feasible. If he can't be with you, he'll ask his crewmembers to accompany you. The life of piracy is a dangerous one, so one can never be too certain if danger lurks around the corner. "It's best to be prepared," Law states decisively.

Kiss

Great kisser. Law did not have any prior romantic experiences prior to being in a relationship with you; however, since then, he's had a lot of time to practice. He's able to perfectly balance sucking, biting and using his tongue when kissing you. When he initiates a kiss that's more than a peck on the lips, such as kissing your erogenous zones, it leads to a full-blown makeout session.

First kiss. Law's lips moved hesitantly over yours, his tattooed fingers skimming your blushing cheek, before deciding to gently cradle the side of your face. You were pleasantly surprised at how soft his lips were considering his roughened exterior. The kiss remained tentative at first, both you and him feeling overwhelmed with each other's company. You weren't certain when his hand moved from the side of your face to the back of your head. You felt his calloused fingers interweave with your flowing hair, lightly tugging until you opened your mouth to moan softly. Law deepened the kiss by slipping his teasing tongue inside, eager to hear more of your voice as you moaned for him once more.

Love Confession

You are the first to express your love for him. Law is flabbergasted. How could someone, as kind as you are, have romantic feelings for a man like him? It's a dangerous thought, one he refuses to answer. Meanwhile, Sengoku's words in Dressrosa echo in his head. "Don't ever attach a reason to someone's love." His recklessness presents itself and he allows himself to act.

Staring at you with you such longing in his golden irises, he grabs your arm, intent on closing the distance between your bodies. His grip is gentle yet firm as he drags you over to him, and your face flushes under his observant gaze. Although you were nervous, you refuse to break eye contact, determined to show him how sincere you were. Law responds by molding your eager lips against his. After all, actions speak louder than words.

Marriage

Indifferent. There is no doubt that Law loves you; however, he is indifferent about marriage. If you bring it up as a discussion point to him, he will start to consider the prospect of marriage life. Growing up, he’s seen how happy his parents were, and how much love and affection they showed him and Lami. He wonders if that reality is plausible for him too.

Once the way has been paved for the New Generation of Pirates, Law proposes. In the Captain’s Quarters of the Polar Tang, he presents you with a small velvet box with an inscrutable expression on his face. His golden eyes betray him as they waver in intensity, carefully scrutinizing your face and eyes for movement, for your reaction during this vulnerable moment. When Law proposes, it’s direct and sincere. No flowery language. He speaks from the heart. “Marry me. I love you.” You were more than happy to oblige.

Being married to Law is primarily the same as it was when you were dating—with two differences being the wedding rings in your left hands, and that you can now refer to one another as a wedded couple.

Nicknames

Law doesn’t use nicknames. He prefers to address you by your actual name. Prior to being in a relationship with you, he addresses you by your epithet as described in your wanted poster. Now, “S/O-ya” is his go-to.

On Cloud Nine

Inconspicuous. Law is the king of keeping your relationship concealed to strangers. While Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin were the first to discover your relationship with the Captain, the rest of the Heart Pirates weren’t aware of your relationship with Law until one year in. Outside the privacy of your bedroom, don’t expect anything more than occasional longing glances passed between each other.

When Law falls in love, he does so gradually. He doesn’t mean to fall in love until he realizes that you have been increasingly pervading his thoughts. At this point, he's in denial. Love is an inconvenience, a weakness that will distract him from his goal in finding the true meaning of the Will of D.

Law eventually comes to terms with his love for you. He feels undeserving, attempting to distance himself from you until you confront him about his aloof behavior. Your stubbornness convinces him that he can't escape. A smile tugs on the corner of his lips before he can stop himself.

PDA

Discreet. You can expect your relationship with Law to be on the down-low. Most people, outside of his crewmates, won't be able to tell that he's in a relationship as he treats you the same way as he would a member of his crew. If people observe him long enough, they'll be able to catch his eyes as they settle on you, wandering a little too long on your form, from across the room.

On the off-chance that someone asks about your relationship with him, Law won't explicitly confirm or deny his relationship with you. He's afraid that word will spread that he’s found a lover, leading to his enemies targeting you to get to him.

Quirk

Competitive. While Law doesn't willingly participate in contests, he finds himself reluctantly dragged into them by you. Due to his physical prowess and mental aptitude, Law is quite skilled in winning a variety of competitions, such as carnival games, trivias, and sports events. He gives the prizes he wins from them to you as a reward for cheering him on.

Romance

Cliché. Prior to being in a relationship with you, Law does not familiarize himself with the ways of courting. Hesitantly, he approaches Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin for advice on how to woo you. Within five seconds of that decision, Law regrets it as the trio begin to pester him with the details of your affair. He knows they mean well, but he can't help his annoyance. "You can't go wrong with flowers and chocolates, Captain," the trio states. He glares at them in acknowledgment, gathering the aforementioned gifts, away from prying eyes.

Law quickly learns that if he wants to make you happy, he needs to be upfront and ask you directly. He is thoughtful, tailoring his gifts toward your preferences. You do the same.

Support

Supportive. Having spent over a decade planning for Donquixote Doflamingo's downfall, Law understands what it means to be committed to achieving one's ambitions. He has nothing but belief in your ability to achieve your goals. With him by your side, he will do everything in his power to assist you. You need only ask.

Thrill

Routine. Law doesn't have the liberty to ponder over new and creative ways to show his love for you. You and him have settled into a comfortable routine. If you're feeling neglected, he expects you to be direct with him. He's not opposed to trying out new things to spice up your relationship; however, he's not a creative man so you should expect to be the one to initiate and propose new ideas.

Understanding

Law is an observant man. He understands you as a person, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what motivates you. He also has an exceptional memory and has made it a point to remember your favorites and your least favorites as they come up in conversation.

Having experienced pain and grief through losing his loved ones, Law is especially empathetic to those who have suffered the same fate.

Value

Above all else. The love Law has for you is different to the love he has for his crew—his nakama. He loves you above all other things in his life. He is reckless, but knowing that you love him and will never forgive him for being negligent with his life makes him value himself more.

You are worthy of his love, but often times, he thinks to himself, is he worthy of yours?

Wild Card

Law enjoys brushing your hair. He loves the feel of your silky smooth hair and the way you hum in contentment under his care. His hands are always so gentle as he grasps your hair, treating you with a delicacy one can expect from a pirate handling their most prized treasure, which adds to the intimacy of the act.

XOXO

Law is not overly affectionate. Prior to being with you, he was touch-starved. Expect to be the first to initiate intimacy. Kissing and cuddles took some time to get used to. But once that period passes, Law does not hesitate to initiate romance by trailing kisses along your neck, playing with your hair, and feeling your smooth skin beneath your clothes. He prefers the privacy of his quarters when showing you any sort of physical affection.

Yearning

On the surface, Law hides his yearning for you well. During times of separation, he thinks of you as he lies in bed. He thinks of your warmth, your body heat combined with his as you snuggle against each other underneath the comfort of your bed. He thinks of your lips, curled up in a carefree smile, turning into subdued laughter. He returns your mirth with a smile of his own. He thinks of your face and how much he wants to caress your cheeks, feel the smooth skin beneath the roughness of his fingertips. He misses how your face would warm up in response to his touch, how you lean into him, eager for more. He reaches out instinctively, before realization kicks in. You weren't here. He misses you.

Zeal

Law is willing to go to great lengths for your relationship. He's grieved so much at such a young age from losing his mother, father, Lami, and Cora-san. His life is yours. He'll be damned if anyone stands in the way of him and you.

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sereisstuff · 3 years

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 // Suguru Niragi

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of blood. Implied violence, mentions of bullying. The reader kinda has a savior complex.

word count - 3k

Italics + bold in the beginning is a flashback. Anything beyond the keep reading sign is present tense.

Also this was a first attempt, it’s somewhat what I could come up with at the moment, I was having mixed feelings towards Niragi because of the controversy surrounding his character and fan fictions but he is a fictional character, I’ll leave it at that.

“Leave him alone”

You screamed bloody murder, watching as tears cascaded down his dewy cheeks running down towards his blood coated collar, baring the harsh texture of a softball plumbing against his broken nose. You witnessed his pleas and the pitiful cries he broke into for someone to help him, it was heart-wrenching.

Your voice broke their trance of hatred towards the poor boy, making you their focus of humour. The boy who seemed a year or two older than yourself coughed taking advantage of the situation to relish his tears onto the floor whilst grasping his stomach in pain. A moment so awful could only bring entertainment for the crowd.

“Or what princess, are you gonna beat me up for it?” he scoffed, pointing towards Niragi grimly. His lips slithering into a deceitful grin and you swore, a glint of evil was shining behind his cowardly eyes.

You clenched your fist tightly feeling the silver rings bare against your cold hands, this seemed to amuse the group of them as a harmonious wave of laughter flooded beneath the bridge “How cute, a feeble thing like you challenging me? just like a little red riding hood” he muttered, his large feet padded across the cement, advancing towards your figure.

You felt your heart race in anticipation swiping a quick look towards the harmless boy shaking on the floor, angering you to your core. Like the swindling wind, your mind was running in chaos, calculating his every step with a cold glare strung to his eyes. You could almost feel your own body shaking but not in fear, no. In rage.

“Look at her, she’s afraid of you” one interrupted with a grin, simply ignored his assumption with a raised brow. You were somewhat tall but he still stalked over you like a tree. Rooting your feet into the ground, you spoke “I’m not afraid of you, or any of you for that matter. I’m afraid of what will happen if you touch him one more time and trust me, I won’t be the one shaking in fear, that’s a promise. So go ahead, keep calling me princess, I dare you” your threat was taken lightly although the fear was evident in a few of their eyes once they witnessed the honesty in your eyes.

A promising advance.

“You're funny, isn’t she funny? How about we make a joke out of you?” He threatened baring his teeth at you.

Your neck craned to meet his eyes, daring him to do as he pleased. One of his members gripped his hand in an attempt to pull him away “just let it go, we can get him next time”

But he didn’t budge, ripping his friend's hand out of his own and raising it mighty in the air with a subtle hope of destruction lingering between his finger tips. He snarled out his reply “No, I’ll show her what you get when you don’t mind your own business”

You laughed, mocking his accusation, pushing him towards his wits end “That’s it you bitch”

His hand came crashing down only stopping once you caught his wrist, twisting it around behind his back so he could squirm in pain. The others with slight moral decency, cowered in surprise, backing away from their beloved.

“You like that, huh?” You laughed, now it was your turn to become the heartless monster they awfully played “Does it feel nice being thrown around” you mocked him once more, kicking him into the floor with a nice swing of your boot covered foot, harshly connecting with his stomach so he pummeled in absolute pain.

“Your pathetic, the whole lot of you”

You rested your leg against his soon to be bruised stomach, glaring at everyone of them “Get out of here, before the same happens to you” your tone was stern and clear, sending them a threatening message they received. Although some hesitated but followed like little sheep in a herd, you bent down to their leaders face gripping strands of his hair and pulling his face to meet yours.

“Run along little lamb, watch your herd follow you”

You made sure they were out of sight before you came back to the realization of the poor boy lying in his own puddle of tears and blood, advancing towards him in a state of worry, you bent down in front of him, arms to your sides in hopes he would understand you were no threat to him. He lifted his head slightly, his left eye of his frames was cracked and his other eye was forming a purplish bruise, you would have done a lot more than that if only you had the time.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you” you whispered softly grasping his attention, beneath his dampened strands he peaked up, a murmur of pain could be heard and beneath his hisses he gradually spoke “Th-thank you”

“It’s fine, what they did was terrible. I hope you realise that you don’t deserve that” he had no strength to smile and only nod in understanding and suddenly it dawned on you. You had bandages and wipes in your bag, hanging out with a group such as yours you always had to be aware of any bruise and injury, what came with the mix of people you had was prone to wounds and you always came prepared for tragic things.

“I’ll be back” you spoke, standing up with a slight buckle in your knees and the pulsating pain in your fists, you so effortlessly ignored the more wounded. You gripped the straps, throwing it around your forearm and running back to him. You pulled out the bandages and the alcoholic wipes as you tapped his shoulder so he could look up from his dissociation.

“Do you mind?” you asked carefully, tipping your head towards his open wound on his cheek.

He looked at you, knitting his brows in thought. Processing what you said as he weighed out the idea that you were in fact being kind, he nodded looking into your eyes as you almost crumbled at the sight. The pain and hurt hidden behind those doe eyes was painful, you could almost hear the pleas again and you couldn’t bear the thought of that ever happening to you again, so you touched up his cuts with a hiss here and there until he spoke.

“Niragi…...my name is Suguru Niragi”

Your eyes were blindfolded, fear seeping through your clothes, you didn’t know how you got here only to the point where you suddenly couldn’t breathe, you clawed against the callous fingers wrapped tightly around your neck until you couldn’t anymore.

“How long has she been here?” You heard piquing your interest, your head tipped in surprise hearing multiple voices jump to their question.

You had accepted your fate of death multiple times before this one but something told you to continue, to persevere past your inability to continue. So you did, in an attempt to relish your curiosity and fear, you spoke “Where am I??” silence was your given reply, amongst the void of people you weren’t aware surrounded you, a stern voice spoke with demand “We don’t treat future members like this, take her blindfold off”

The void you’d been getting used to was finally ripped from your sight and you could suddenly feel the warmth of sun melting into your frozen complex, just as much as you could feel, you also saw. It was unlikely to enjoy such small things like this but in a world of torture, not even people could bring you peace, not anymore at least.

“She seems tattered, this wasn’t our doing wa-” before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted

“it’s you?”

A voice you could recognise anywhere spoke with excitement, his laugh echoing through the room as it bounced off the walls, that didn’t sound like him. That sounded like someone who loved to live in an immoral world chasing sheep after sheep, until you fall into a pit never to come out again.

“How wonderful! I see you two seem well acquainted. I don’t suppose it was from the games?” Niragi shook his head with a grin, he seemed relieved to see you but you couldn’t say the same. You could tell by his appearance he seemed less empathetic, he had just as much reason too but it seemed edging.

His piercings added to his already threatening look, somewhat seductive to the eye and appealing, far beyond his student years.

“Not at all hatter, me and y/n go way back, don’t we? My little red riding hood” he asked, finally staring into your stern orbs. You felt threatened, the gun leaning against his broad shoulders slid down his arms as he gripped into, pointing it towards your bitter face, his aim was reckless but it didn’t mean it still didn’t shake something in you, you flinched at the sight.

“Oho that seems to catch your attention, should I do it again?” He threatened lightly as he connected his intense gaze with your own, your lips lifted feeling a wave of bravery and keeping your face stern and fearless“I’ve known him since high-school” you spoke plainly masking the fear you hid behind your voice, he definitely wasn’t the warm boy you met that night, his fear nowhere to be seen as he reveled in his own power.

“Fascinating, how a game can bring even the furthest of acquaintances together” Hatter’s crazed dazed rested on you, his jaw clenched as if he suppressed the words he spoke although he spoke as if all the freedom in the world rested on his shoulders, unlike many. Hatter had a free spirit, you could tell by the clothing he wore and how he portrayed himself, although the creator had all the power he seemed unafraid of what was to come, like his own creator.

“What is this place?” You asked.

The hatter walked leisurely around your seat, taking his place behind you with a threatening glare venomously biting at him from Niragi, his soft hands placed against your bare shoulders, massaging them as if to make you seem well enough to become comfortable but once he felt your tensed shoulders, thrash in his palms, he took a moment to pause.

“Welcome, new comer. To the beach, the utopia, your own personal home of freedom” Once again, the hatters voice was lost in daze.

“The what?” you asked again, that seemed ridiculous.

“The beach, A home I created, a home for those of us to feel our freedom, to bask in it’s warmth. No rules, no governed led law, just three absolute rules that every member of the beach must follow” The hatter rested a palm on your shoulder using it as a stool for his posture.

Amongst his rant, you mellowed out his words. Losing your train of thought in Niragi’s eyes, so much discomfort rested in your own he could almost feel the anger seeping from your bones, angered due to the unruly sense of it all. You either lived or died, a way out was always on your mind but the only thing that kept you running was living, making sure that when the moment came, you would still be here to leave.

Niragi, along with his powerful facade basked in its potential and he made it known to the world with his appearance, the way his voice pitched higher as he stared at your pitiful state, the enjoyment flooding his mouth with a taunting expression, you didn’t notice who that was, who he became but you knew better, deep down. He was still Niragi, the one you saved and comforted, the one who brought you food when you were so deep in school work you couldn’t bear the thought of switching positions, not even for your well-being.

You were brought back to the world when the touch of a cold barrel met your temples, a loud click followed soon after.

“You're really starting to piss me off, little red riding hood. Do you think we’re dumb, you look at the hatter like he’s an idiot, why would you do that to your saviour” Niragi spoke tauntingly, daring you to cross those barriers you put in place for your own protection, he’s seen you angered once, he’ll see it again.

“Do it” you proclaimed with a straight face, your voice calm as a tideless sea. Niragi scoffed, the corners of his mouth stretching widely and increasingly slow, too slow for your liking. He searched your eyes for fear, wanting the succulent delight of seeing your despair.

“Or are you scared? I know fear isn’t unknown to you” You hissed back at him, your venomous fangs digging deep into his caged memory, withstood by his own barriers. He locked those memories and threw that key into a bottomless pit but despite that, it was almost like you stood, knocking against the safe he locked his pitiful self in and he was holding the knob with shaking hands, you were resurfacing the past and he vowed to only ever live in the present.

His fingers lingered against the trigger, feeling the power of his hands against the weapon. He was a god in his own eyes but before him rested something more valuable, something he cherished in a past life. He couldn't do it and the hatter noticed this, speculation threw him in and he watched as Niragi pulled the gun away from your head, pointing it towards the roof and letting his pale fingers press the trigger with an anomaly of amusement.

The power shot from his weapon, creating cracks in the roof as the crumbs of his doing fell in front of your eyes and you released a small breath in relief.

"untie her, she's going to be with me from now on-wards" Niragi demanded, he was bearing a threat towards the hatters authority.

Hatter smiled in delight, worry never once tipped his harsh features but you couldn't speak for the others, who not once faltered at your treatment, now seemed worried for your entire being.

“Do as he says, he clearly knows our fellow members. Therefore, he should do the honors” Hatter demanded, he had a clear distinction for his choice of clothing, making it apparent that his name bore a meaning. Colorful expression distorting his position with his other executive members, freedom per se or maybe it was merely just a coincidence.

Your thrashing was unnoticed in his lock, he ripped you from your place roughly as if you had no meaning to him and it was probably true. Niragi hoisted his machine to the nape of his neck, tugging you in the other hand with what he demanded.

He couldn’t believe his eyes the moment he laid his on yours, it wasn’t often that he met people he once knew without shooting them right where they thought. Ruthless, the capacity for violence he had was uncanny but not unseen for his peers, they knew not of his past and he kept it that way, his psychotic doings sparked a mutual fear within those weaker than him and that was plenty.

“You stick with me or by me from now on, you leave my side for any apparent reason and you're dead, anything you’ve done. I’ve done worse, so I don’t think you want to play with me” in contrast to his previous behavior, he now was in a craze of success. You clenched his hand in an attempt to make him whine in pain just enough for you to run but he surprised you, locking your hand in a harsh grasp that made you bite your lip in pain.

“You should have just killed me when you got the chance, it’s not like you're the same anymore. You’ve changed” You mumbled, ceasing a breath. You relaxed your body and let him lead your way, it’s not like you feared him. As someone you once knew, you often reminded yourself in the moment that he didn’t harm a fly, that was no excuse for him now but in order to keep your sanity at bay, you did just that.

“Why would I do that when I could have fun with you instead?” He laughed.

“As if I would give you the chance too” you retorted.

His steps halted, as he stared forward with a grin. He liked the challenge in your tone, if it was anything. Niragi never once let a challenge get the best of him, he meant what he said and he would make sure more than once that he would get his way.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, delightfully. Once a friend turned stranger, you stared at the back of his tied hair, the strands falling against his shoulder blades until you caught the sway of his head leisurely turning to face you with a snake like glint in his eyes, the horror of the unknown was creeping up your spine but you weren’t going to back down like a coward, you never did and that wont start today.

“I could warp you into my little pet, do you like being called a pet my little red riding hood. Whatever version of myself was projected onto you, you can forget because the one you're witnessing shares no mercy, not even for you. So thrash and whine as much as you like” Niragi began taking small steps towards you, you backed away in fear still grimly leaving the distaste for his actions lingering on your lips as you threw a look of utter disgust his way.

You managed to walk safely, feeling the brief tender touch of an untouched wall hit your frame, watching him tower over you “Because no one will help you, in fact, I have full control over you, I own you” You scoffed, looking away for a short lived moment before you felt his slender fingers grasp your chin harshly, forcing the contact between you two.

“You must feel so big right now. So utterly powerful, your need to pick on the weaker isn’t a new concept to you, right? In fact it should be so deeply engraved in your brain that not even a rock to the head could erase that, I see. Warp me all you want but I’ll always know you for who you were, my best friend” The words that left your tongue were hot, burning your throat as you held back tears from the countless memories.

“That’s bullshit, your best friend? That was my need for repayment, that person is long gone now” He screamed, but his face didn’t gleam in despair, no. It shone in glee. The fight was racking up all his pent up anger and he was more than happy to dump it on anyone near, that so happened to be you.

“Why? Why do you do this. You wouldn’t even harm a fly, the Niragi I knew was soft and caring, he hated violence” you almost screamed, baring your teeth at Niragi, the shine of the dagger he held didn’t even surprise you, his grasp of it against your neck was so close that even the tiniest gulp would have blood seeping from your throat.

“He died, a long time ago” his voice was now emotionless, you could see the shine leaving his face as he reminisced. His stoic features returned but his hold tightened, he grasped both of your hands, casually but sharply holding both above your head with his knife in the other, his body inched close to yours and you felt the texture of his clothing against your body.

“I don’t want to hear you bitching about how you miss what we had, that’s nothing now. You're nothing now, you're not special to me. Just someone I refuse to let go, you know that old saying? Snitches get stitches? Well if you tell anyone about how we met, what I went through, they won’t have any part of their body to stitch back together”

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Never Forget You [Chapter 1]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: here’s the first official chapter! thank you so much for the support this series as already gotten. chapters will be posted every Saturday! enjoy :)

Warnings: angst. fluffy flashbacks. this isn’t even the worst of it mwhaha. paragraphed italics = flashback

[10 YEARS LATER]

The sky was as blue as his eyes. Not as dark and cloudy, but gave the same feeling of hope, peacefulness, and comfort. You could picture them vividly in your mind, even the small crinkle at the edges and the kindness they held, a warmness that matched your current aurora.

The two of you sat in the gardens for what felt like hours, deep in meditation. Your force signatures quickly became entangled with one another, your bond radiating around you, creating almost a shield bubble between the rest of the world and the two who sat inside.

Obi-Wan was the first to open his eyes, having never been one to sit still for long periods of time. He’s improved since he was a youngling, but still had a long way to go.

You, on the other hand, looked completely invested in your meditation. Your face was relaxed, although every now and then your eyebrows would furrow as you tried to maintain concentration. It was hard when a certain other was very distracting, even if he wasn’t aware of it.

“I can feel you staring,” you said, eyes still closed. Obi-Wan was thankful for that fact because it means you wouldn’t see him blush in embarrassment from getting caught.

“I can feel you blushing, too.” This time, you opened your eyes and smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t last long.” Anytime the two of you tried to meditate together, it would always end with Obi-Wan getting bored and asking to duel instead.

He quickly hid his face, pulling the hood of his robe over his head. “I’m not blushing, that’s childish.”

You giggled, leaning forward to lift the front of his hood. “Obi-Wan, you are the most childish person I know.”

The young man was about to protest before you hushed, eyes already closed once more as you returned to your deep state of awareness.

You opened your eyes and sighed, long and deep.

Standing up from the cold floor of your room, you looked out the window and gazed at the cloudy sky of Gyfill. The air felt chilly from the lack of life-forms in the area. After your first week on the planet, you decided it was a safer idea to seek shelter away from town. Considering your mission was to spy on the local Separatist groups, keeping a low profile was essential.

Today was different, however. The same cold and dull atmosphere were present, but the future is what held the divergent. For today, was the day you were finally to return home.

Home. The word itself felt familiar but distant. As a Jedi, you trained to hold little sentimental value. Attachments were forbidden, a path to the dark side. They provoked fear. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

Once your bag of belongings was packed, you made your way to the marked location someone from the Jedi council sent earlier that morning. Mentally, you were not prepared to see everyone again. After being isolated for years and having limited contact with any life form outside of business, the many faces from your time at the Temple became slightly blurry. Except for his.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was on his way to the Archives when he bumped into Ahsoka Tano.

“Oh, Master Kenobi! Perfect, I was about to go look for you.”

“Ahsoka,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“Who’s Y/n Y/l/n?”

Obi-Wan froze. The sound of that name echoed in his mind, paired with memories that he had locked away in the back of his mind. “Well...that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” was all he could manage to say, still trying to process all the past recollections that suddenly surfaced.

“So, you know them?”

“Uh, yes I suppose so. We were...close as younglings and trained together as Padawans. They were...the most skilled Jedi I ever had the pleasure of knowing, almost as good as Master Yoda.”

“If they’re so great, how come I never heard of them before?” Ahsoka tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, resting a hand on her hip in classic ‘Ashoka manner’,

“They were sent away on an important mission years ago as far as I know. Er, why do you ask? And how did you come to know of that name?”

“Oh right. Anakin said the Chancellor told him that Master Y/l/n was returning today. He told me to ask you about it.”

Once again, Obi-Wan’s world paused.

He stood across from you, trying to maintain a neutral expression as he watched you load your bags onto the ship. However, you knew him better than that.

You walked up to the young boy and he took in your appearance. Gone was the braid that draped over your shoulder. Gone were the long robes you liked to hide in, in their place was a heavy jacket that looked like it was built to keep out the cold. Perhaps you were going to Hoth?

“Obi, you know I can’t tell you where I’m going. Master Windu was strict about his instructions,” You sighed, sensing your friend trying to deduce as much as he could. Your Master was very clear when he told you how classified the mission was. No one can know, especially Obi-Wan.

“Can you at least say how long you’ll be gone?” He practically begged, wanting something, anything he could get to keep his hope alive. Hope that you'll return soon. Hope that you weren’t truly leaving him.

You looked away, staring at the towers and passing hover-vehicles that littered the planet you’ve grown up on. “I don’t know.”

Everything had happened so suddenly. You were called into the council room that day to hear the news every Padawan dreams of. When Master Windu said you were ready for the trials, the first thing you went to do was tell Obi-Wan. The two of you celebrated that night in the gardens, a moment you would treasure for the rest of your life. Soon after you gained the title of Jedi Knight, you were once again called into the Jedi Council room to be debriefed on your first mission as a proper Jedi. You didn’t want to mess this up. You couldn’t.

Obi-Wan resists the urge to pull you into a hug and never let you go, instead opting to hold your shoulders and give you his signature charming smile. “Be safe, darling.”

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You held his wrist, bringing his knuckles to your lips and pressed a hesitant kiss to them before pushing them to his side. “May the force be with you.”

There was no pet name at the end, no ‘my friend’ or even his own name. It was a sentence that was meant to bring comfort, but the way you phrased it, the edge in your voice, made Obi-Wan feel everything but comforted.

He didn’t get the luxury of responding, for all he did was blink and suddenly you were on the ship, taking off into the clear blue sky.

You gazed at the clouds passing by as the ship flew into Coruscant’s atmosphere. The bright light and sunny day was a harsh change from the grey sky that fell over Gyfill. The energy emitting off of all the life-forms gave you a headache. You felt the Force all around you, swirling in the air and penetrating your soul. It was like a breath of fresh air after drowning for over a decade.

You flinched at the light as the door opened, suddenly feeling like a hermit crawling out of its shell. Slowly walking out of the ship, you pulled the cloak hood over your head, inhaling the strange but familiar scent of the Jedi Temple. You were still wearing your Gyfill civilian attire, the wool fabric made the Coruscant heat much more intense causing a few beads of sweat to form on your forehead. Or was it just the nerves of seeing all the people you left behind?

Master Windu stood at the end of the drop door, a smile on his face at the sight of his former Padawan. It was an occasion that called for a little joy, a moment to celebrate outside the war that raged through the galaxy.

You descended down the ramp, taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of another force sensitive. “Master Windu”. You bowed your head and he did the same to you.

“Master Y/l/n, it’s great to see you in person rather than as a hologram.”

You both chuckled lightly. “The feeling is mutual, Master. It’s...it’s good to be back.” Your eyes wandered over the people that roamed about. Jedi Masters walked with their Padawans at their side. Distant memories resonated within you. Some time ago that was once you and your Master, the man who stands before you know who has grown significantly older. Then again, so have I, you thought to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren’t the only one registering your growth. Obi-Wan stood behind a pillar, glancing over the hanger in search of a familiar face. He was aware it would not be the same face he knew as a young boy, but he certainly was not prepared for what he saw.

You look older, which was the obvious and expected observation. He noted how you wrapped yourself in your cloak, similar to how you would in your youth. You stood tall in front of Master Windu, another trait you had kept since your days as a Padawan. He remembered how you would always act mature in the presence of Masters, something he never really understood until becoming a Jedi Knight. The need for approval by the superiors was a constant.

It wasn’t just your appearance that had changed either. He could feel it in the Force. There was a shift in it when you had landed that made an excited yet nervous chill run down his spine. You were stronger and held more control in your signature.

Before, he remembers being able to feel it from across the Temple. Now, it was barely there. He remembers feeling your bond drift farther as he watched you leave, and how it had dimmed over the years you were gone. He remembers the pain that tortured him every night as he laid awake in bed, trying to reach out across the stars but only being met with the vast emptiness of space. There was something in him that broke the first time he slept without having a tendril of your force signature connected with his. He felt cold, resorting to sleeping in his Master’s quarters in an attempt to ease the loneliness.

Overall, it would appear that nothing about you had changed, and yet it seemed everything was different. Almost everything.

His eyes were just as blue as the last time you saw them. They looked tired, haunted by the ongoing war but still filled with determination. Classic Obi-Wan.

You quickly broke eye contact the moment it was made, but that one second was more than enough for Obi-Wan to get lost in the familiar colour. His favourite colour in fact, not that he would ever admit you had any part in the decision.

“Master Obi-Wan?”

He jumped at the sound of a voice and suddenly became aware of the presence right next to him, that presence belonging to none other than Master Yoda.

“Master Yoda! I er I was just...uh...looking...for Anakin! Yes, uh have you seen him around by any chance?” Obi-Wan quickly tried to cover his stutter, feeling embarrassed about getting caught gazing from afar. Not that Master Yoda would know he was looking at you...right?

“I see,” the little green creature smirked in amusement. “Whatever it is, wait it can. Council meeting about to begin there is.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his eyes. Typically he was able to keep a good track of the meetings, but this was news to him. “What’s it about?”

“Master Y/l/n.”

“Hmm?” You hummed absentmindedly.

“Are you listening?” Master Windu raised an eyebrow.

“Oh uh, my apologies Master. I’m just...readjusting.” You tried to focus your attention on what Master Windu was saying, but the recognition of his presence made it difficult. For years, you tried to forget about him. You ignored the empty feeling in your stomach at night, the thoughts and memories that plagued your dreams. After some time, they eventually began to fade but never forgotten. It was for the best.

Master Windu crossed his arms. “There will be plenty of time for that after your debrief of the mission. Master Yoda and the rest of the council await.”

Oh, Force, not the council.

You would never dare to admit or even show it, but the council and being in the council room had always intimidated you. How could it not? You had to stand in the center of all the best Jedi of that era while they stare at you, judging you, sitting high and mighty in those stupid chairs.

“This way, my old Padawan.”

You followed Master Windu through the large halls of the Jedi Temple. You masked the nervousness that was no doubt radiating from your force signature. A multitude of thoughts ran through your mind, good and bad. Worst case scenario, you had done something so wrong that you were about to be kicked out of the Jedi Order. Nothing came to mind when you tried to think of any offence you had committed in the recent weeks since you earned the title of Jedi Knight.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the large council room doors opening, the creaking of the hinges made you cringe slightly.

The room was ominously lit, the only light source being the setting sun shining through the glass windowed walls. Master Yoda sat in his seat. All the other chairs were empty.

Master Windu took his seat as you stood before the two of them. He could see the questions rise from your confused facial expression. “Everything we discuss in this room stays between us, young Jedi.”

You nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm yourself. “Master Windu, Master Yoda. What is this about? Have I done something wrong?”

The two men looked at each other and shared an unreadable expression before turning back to you. Master Yoda was the first to speak. “Sending you on a mission we are. To Gyfill you will go.”

Whatever anxieties that you held before were washed away with this information. You contain your excitement, but the sudden mood shift was still noticeable. “Who am I going with? When do we leave? What’s the mission for?” It was rare that a Jedi would be sent on a mission alone, typically you were partnered up for safety measures. Obi-Wan’s face flashed in your mind, and although it was unlikely, a small part of you hoped he would be going with you.

“This mission only requires one Jedi. There’s a Separaist organization on the planet and we’re sending you to gain intel and report back to us. No one outside of this room can be aware of this information. You leave within the week. Understood?”

You frowned, “Forgive me Master, but why can’t anyone know?” The idea of having to leave your home seemingly without a trace made you iffy. Obi-Wan once again appeared in your mind.

Master Windu and Yoda exchanged a look before Windu responded almost hesitantly. “We have reason to believe someone in the Order is a traitor, and the number of people who are trustworthy is very limited.”

“You mean someone has betrayed us?” You asked in shock. How could anyone do such a thing? And a Jedi nonetheless.

“Time to answer your questions, there will be, young one. Prepare for your first mission now, you must.” Master Yoda said. “Prepare to say goodbye you should.”

It was as IF he could read your mind, which he probably could. You dreaded the idea of saying goodbye, especially when it was clear that there was no guarantee of your return date. How would you explain to your friends that you won’t be around anymore? What will Obi-Wan think?

“That is another subject that needs to be discussed.”

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sunset-curve-fantom · 3 years

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Home- Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!

MATURE MATERIAL, 18+, SMUT INCLUDED

FOR @ghostofreggie WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT AND FEED INTO MY PHASE OF BUCK. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I COULDN’T IMAGINE WRITING THIS WITHOUT YOU.

Missions far from home were never easy for any of you. But for Bucky they became harder and harder the more he felt for you. You had walked into his world at the right place, and at the time he needed someone the most. When he met you, all he saw was beautiful and all you saw in yourself was the nerd of an assistant for Tony Stark. He knew he could never hurt you, and in doing so he never told you what he was feeling.

The moment you laid eyes on Bucky; your world shifted. He was the only one who caught your undivided attention, whether you were focused on something in the lab or not. He could walk in the room and your whole world would be black except this light that surrounded him. That being said, you guys were far from being anything official. It was just a few one-night stands, and in-depth conversations here and there.

A new mission had come to a head, which included Sam, Sharon, and Bucky attempting to override some of Hydra’s files to unearth any new leads into where or what Hydra wanted. You on the other hand were stuck in the office, attempting to help Tony upgrade his Ironman suit with some new perks, I guess being his assistant is a perk in itself though. But your mind was everywhere but focused on Tony and what he needed. Buck was leaving on this mission tonight, and you had every intention of telling him how you felt before then but didn’t know how.

The doors opened to the lab, the eerie silence was filled with a familiar voice, “Hey we are getting ready to take off….”

The voice was hesitant, but you knew it belonged to Bucky. He was the only one who made your heart skip a beat or cause the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

You took a deep breath before turning to him, a fake smile plastered on your cheeks, “Oh okay- be careful?”

He shot you his signature smirk before making his way over to your desk, you couldn’t help yourself from chewing on the inside of your cheek- one of your worse nervous ticks.

“I’ll be careful…. I’m always careful.” he said as he stood in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. You couldn’t help but give him a real smile as you stepped towards him, engulfing him in your arms. His beard tickled your cheeks as you hid you face in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne that made you feel at home.

His grip loosened before he stepped back, placing a swift, soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture only causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks, and a soft smile to remain more than present.

He smiled down at your short stature before turning away from you, your smile slowly turned to a frown… you hated to see him walking away from you, like you were nothing to him.

But the question was…. Do you tell him how you feel? Or do you just let it go, and hope to god that the feelings stop growing…

“Buck?” You said, your eyes widening at your shaky voice. The concerned look he gave you was making your insides turn at what words were about to escape past your lips.

“Yes?” He questioned, as you didn’t say anything more. The words you wanted to say found themselves stuck in your throat, unable to tell this handsome man what you were truly feeling.

You took a deep breath, opening your mouth to spill your undying love for James Buchanan Barnes, when she came in…

There was Sharon, in all her glory. The most beautiful girl in the room, the one who always got any man she wanted, and the one who had all her sights set on Bucky.

“I’m sorry but we have to go” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she watched you push up your oversized glasses, as your twirled you rings around your finger unconsciously. You were nothing to her, and the look on her face only confirmed that.

Bucky looked back at you, the nervousness was apparent on your face, “Go…” you murmured, not being able to spare him another look. You knew that you would never be enough for him, so why even try to fool yourself?

A smirk appeared on Sharon’s face as she turned hot on her heel, Bucky following behind but not before sparing you another look. He will never forget the look of heartbreak that crossed your features when Sharon came in to get him, to take him away from you.

The minute the door to the lab closed, the eerie silence overtook you once again. You turned towards your desk; a deep breath escaped you as your started throwing your work off your desk. Paper flying through the air, pens hitting the floor in a clatter. The noise was so overwhelming that you missed the sliding door opening again, the anger in the room could be cut with a knife.

“Sooooo are you going to clean up your mess?” Tony said from behind you, terror crossed your features as you turned to face him.

“I-I-I-iiii” You tried to find the words, to apologize, to try and make what you had just done better. But Tony cut you off, sending you a soft smile.

“I’m assuming… that uh you didn’t tell Bucky how you are feeling?” He said, taking a seat at the desk next to yours, trying to read your reaction to what he was saying.

“Me and Buck? No-no- “You started, only causing a bout of laughter to fall from Tony’s lips. Your eyes wide as you watched him fall apart in front of you, his laughter cutting through the anger you were radiating.

“Oh don’t even. We both know how you feel, and I know that he feels the same about you” He said, reaching out to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His gesture bringing tears to your tired eyes, it was the first time that you felt that someone understood how you were feeling.

“How I’m feeling is alone. This man is doing things to me that I have never felt, and never thought I would get to feel. I was always the nerd in school, with no friends or anyone to love me. And now- now I have this man who I love, a man I have given my everything to, but I can’t even tell him the words. I can’t even tell him how much I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with his bipolar ass.” The words finally flowing out of you, finally confessing to someone how I felt about Bucky.

You wiped your cheeks, the tears continuing to dampen them. Tony just reached out, taking you into his arms. He knew how you were feeling, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be loved and not worry about the future.

You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you as you clung to your boss, tears continuing to flow.

“How about you go home? I can text you when they get back…. I think you just need some time to think, you know?” Tony said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

“Thanks Tony… and I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, pulling away from him and shooting him a soft smile.

Carefully you grabbed your things, heading out to your room. The sound of your shoes clicking on the floor, echoing in the silent hallway. The silence only following you once you step into your dark room.

A deep sigh escaped you as you laid back on your bed, your head swarming with scenarios about Buck and if you had told him how you were feeling. To explain the deep love, you felt for him.

Sitting back up, you began to strip yourself of your work clothes. The heavy denim of your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and your thin black tee fell right beside it. Ruffling through your drawers you came across a shirt that belonged to Bucky.

It was from a night, not long ago when he came over late at night for some comforting after a mission. A smile appeared across your cheeks as you shrugged the shirt over your tired body, it barely covered your black panties.

A tired smile appeared on your face once again as you made your way to your empty bed. The coldness of your sheets feeling good against your achy, tired body. Sleep quickly overtook your sense, and your dreams were filled with the what ifs of your life if Bucky was yours.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

You were drawn from your vivid sleep by several hard knocks at your door. Quickly you rushed over, opening the door swiftly.

There was Bucky…

His lip was split open, a bruise was developing on his cheek but overall, he seemed none too harmed. The light from the hallway showing off his bruised and tattered body.

“I-uh-uh I… I just needed to see you.” he finally choked out, you stepped aside leaving room for him to slip by you in the darkness of your room.

“Okay?” You said, tiredness still clouding your senses.

“I-uh this…. This mission was just really hard, and I know you wanted to tell me something before I left and it was all that I could focus on” he said, you knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. He never felt like this before and it was clear by his stuttering.

The Winter Solider was standing in your room, at god only knows what time because he couldn’t stop thinking about something you wanted to tell him.

You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing his figure in the darkness. You stepped towards his, brushing his tattered hair out of his face, making his deep eyes more noticeable.

“You really want to know?” You said, the flirtatious tone flowing out of your mouth, you could see him take a deep breath before nodding at you.

“Well, I was going to tell you that-uh I’m uh in love with you” You stuttered, blush crawling up onto your cheeks. You were nervous about what he was going to say, you knew he never felt that way about anyone.

“You don’t have to say anything” You said quickly, seeing his face change as he processed your words.

You loved him.

Opening your mouth again, wanting to speak more about how you were feeling. The idea that you had ruined your chances with him forever, that he was going to walk away, and you would never see him again.

But your thoughts were hushed when he rushed forward swiftly taking your lips in his. You couldn’t help the shocked moan that fell past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at his tangled hair.

He growled as you pulled hard at his hair, carefully he slipped his hands under your thighs before picking you up. Pulling your body close to his, your nipples only hardening against your shirt.

You pulled your lips away from his, carefully pressing small kisses to his neck causing a guttural moan to escape from his throat.

You felt your back fall onto your cold sheets, a moan falling from your lips as Bucky found your sweet spot on your neck that was ever so hidden. You could feel a bruise forming under your jaw from his excessive suckling.

Moans continued to fall from your lips as you reached down to pull at his shirt, pulling the torn material over his head, revealing more bruising and blood dried cuts. Your cold fingers ran across his chest as he watched you carefully.

You caught his eyes, smiling up at him. He was concentrating on your face, the way your face lit up when you saw him.

His thumbs brushed up against your hips, slowly lifting his shirt off your body. The cold air rushing to your hard nipples, sending a chill through your body, which only made Buck chuckle under his breath.

Your shirt went over your head, and almost immediately Bucky took your hard nipple in his mouth, sending a chorus of moans to fall from your lips.

“Buck” you moaned, gently taking his hair in your hand, and pulling slightly.

Rubbing your cunt against his crotch, only causing you to leak more wetness than you already were. Your motions caused a guttural moan to escape from Buck.

He pulled back from your nipples, taking in the moaning mess that you had become under him. He wrapped his fingers around your panties, before ripping them clean off your body.

You gasped at his action, before quickly sitting up and beginning to mess with his pants. You fumbled with the button and zipper before stripping off his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, with a stain of precum beginning to appear.

Biting your lip, you lowered his boxers down his legs and letting them pool at him feet.

You took his length in your small hands, but he stopped you. His eyes met yours before he started to speak.

“This is all about you doll.” He spoke in a low tone before pushing you back onto the bed.

You felt his cock at your entrance, brushing against your clit which only sent chills of pleasure through your body.

The feeling of your being stretched as he entered you with his length sent a loud moan to escape from you. Causing your eyes to roll back as you grabbed onto him, bringing him closer.

He waited for a moment, giving you a moment to adjust to him.

You nodded at him, giving him the silent signal to move.

The pleasure began to overtake your senses, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pushed his cock deep inside of you, stretching your walls more and more.

Guttural moans feel past Bucky’s lips, which only sent your over the edge. Your orgasm quickly fell over you as he continued to hit your sensitive spot.

“Oh-uh-ooohhh Buck” You moaned, as your back arched from the overwhelming orgasm.

He threw his head back as your cunt pulsated around his cock, he was on the edge and he knew it.

His speed began to quicken as your cunt still was pulsating from your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes continued to roll back into your head from the pleasure that was overtaking you.

Your cunt was leaking up a storm as he continued to fuck you hard, before he wrapped a hand around your throat. The action only making your eyes go wide, he never did that.

“Buck” You whimpered to him, as his grip tightened on your throat.

“You’re gonna take it all doll.” He moaned, his metal hand coming into contact with your clit. He quickly began rubbing circles, which drove you into a moaning mess as your cunt began to tighten around him again.

“Buck…. Buck…. I’m gonna-” You began before getting cut off by a moan.

“I’m right behind you” he moaned in your ear as you pulsated around him, scratching at his back with the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

He rutted his hips against yours as he spilled his hot seed into you, causing a small moan to pass your lips as your felt the heat in your core.

“In case you didn’t know- I love you too” He murmured against your ear, causing a huge smile to appear across your features.

In that moment, you knew… Bucky Barnes was yours and only yours….. He was your home.

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chibiwritesstuff · 3 years

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Hey! I'm the one that asked for the Lilia and Malleus ask. I love what you wrote so much man! (My poor heart died 😂) I am a big sucker for happy endings tho. So when you get the time can I ask for a happy ending ?

Ha, my laptop thought they won against me but I came out victorious (even though I took literal months to publish this.) In my defense, all the versions I’ve written for this didn't suit my tastes (not that this is any good either.) Hope this makes justice for such a long wait. Here’s the sequel/good ending for the angst fic.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

Walking past the now dying garden that used to flourish in Ramshackle dorm, he sighed as he reminisces about the times you two stroll and spends time together. It's been years since you’ve left NRC, He and Lilia are about to graduate tomorrow, Silver will be a fourth-year student and the new vice-dorm leader while Sebek will be in his third year and the dorm leader much to the said fae’s surprise. He chuckled at the memory of how honored and tearful the young fae is upon being selected as its prefect.

“I have so much to tell you, (y/n).” He whispered at the wind.

“Hey, Tsunotarou!” The familiar voice of the tanuki cat being called that long-forgotten name.

“Hey, Tsunotarou! Are we going on a walk again tonight?” You smiled at him, your hand extended as an invitation.

“Grimm, wasn’t it?” He crouched down to pet the said creature.

“Hey! I’m not a pet!” The flames on his ears flared, responding to his emotions. “What are you doing here, anyway? The roses are all dead.”

A wave of sadness flashed in his eyes as another memory resurfaced. Returning his gaze towards the dead flowerbed, he let the memory linger.

“Thanks for the seeds, Tsunotarou!” You excitedly began digging and planting said seeds. “To commemorate our friendship, these roses will be our friendship roses!”

“Yes, they are…” His hand ceased from moving before sitting down the ground. “It’s all gone…”

“By the way, I never managed to get the courage to ask you but why did (y/n) went back home crying that time?”

“I was but a foolish man…” The young heir steered his gaze towards the night sky before closing his eyes. “Had I just enjoyed the present than worry about the future, perhaps they would still be here and smile brightly like they always had.”

“I’m sure if you say sorry, they’ll forgive you.” Grimm responded nonchalantly. “They said saying sorry is the first step to forgiveness… or something like that.”

He chuckled and stood up heading towards his dorm. “If things were only that easy…”

That night, he slept and dreamt about you two walking in the bed of roses you’ve grown at Ramshackle. Loving every single moment that you two get to spend subconsciously knowing that once he wakes up, he’ll return to the harsh reality of you not being by his side.

“Tsunotaro, I think I have fallen for you.” You quietly said warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Will you let me stay by your side till the last breath I take?”

This is all but a dream… so I can keep dreaming, right?

“Yes, only if you’ll let me do the same.”

“Really?!” Joy showed throughout your being which made him smile back. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow! Happy graduation!”

He woke up gasping for air. That dream sounded too good to be true and yet… he can’t help but be hopeful. Putting on a happy face, he got dressed on what Lilia laid out for him and this time, everybody remembered to tell him the time of the celebration. He can’t help but laugh just thinking what your reaction would have been about the changes of the students' behavior towards him after he tried to socialize better. Heading towards the stage getting his diploma as odd as it is, he acted formally as he mingled with the rest of the dorm leaders until a voice echoed throughout the area.

“Tsunotarou!” Receiving a hug from the back as the voice caught him off guard, he turned still not believing what he’s seeing. “Congrats on graduating!”

“(y/n)?” His voice faltered, overwhelmed with so many emotions. “How? Why? I –”

“Uh-oh… Lilia! Your king here is having an information overload!” You called which made the said fae laugh out loud.

“How are you here?” He finally managed to ask. “The mirror –”

“Ah, that would be my doing…” Idia whispered but managed to catch everyone’s attention. “It was an accident! I was messing around to make a teleporter so I can just teleport to the store than having to leave the dorm but it ended up making people travel through dreams then I managed to talk to (y/n). Then we both decided we might as well try to make travel here and back to their world possible.”

“Looks like you did meet me once upon a dream, yeah?” You grinned at the joke about his ancestor’s song.

He merely hugged you, savoring each second of being around your arms. “I don’t have anything ready but if you’ll give me a second chance…”

He lets go and kneeled on one knee before looking up to you once more. “Will you be my spouse till the day you draw your last breath?”

Time is but a blink of an eye for fae and before he knew it, the Star Sending is happening once again. He was happy when Silver and Sebek were chosen to be Star Gazers albeit the mentioned students aren’t. He strummed his electric guitar with no particular music in mind as he lets his mind wander until his gaze dropped on a familiar mug.

“Happy Birthday, Lilia!” You grinned as you handed him a mug that said “No. 1 Gamer Dad” on it. “Hope you like it!”

His lips curled into a faint smile as he remembered that day. It's been a year since you left and yet it felt like it was just yesterday. Letting go of the instrument, he walked towards the mug and lifted it intending to fill it with tomato juice.

“How have you been, little one?” He spoke towards the image of you in his head. “I hope life is treating you better in your world.”

Without me in it… he sighed as sadness filled his chest. If I could change the past, or at least be given another chance… will you give your love to me once more?

“Old m –” Silver cleared his throat before entering. “I mean, Lilia. I’m here to take your wish.”

He took a deep breath before putting a huge smile to face his son. “Ah, yes of course! You know my wish. I wish for both –”

“Stop.”

This surprised the old fae as his son never raised his voice on him. “We both know that that’s not your true wish.”

“Silver, do humor me and just let me finish my wish.” He pouted, swirling the tomato juice in the mug before drinking it.

“Father, we all know how much you love them.” The young knight sighed before taking a seat on a nearby chair. “You always gush about them whenever we eat or do anything.”

“Oh Silver, I appreciate the concern but sometimes you got to let go.” A forlorn smile graced his lips.

“And sometimes you have to be selfish!” Both of them looked surprised at his outburst yet Silver regained his composure and continued. “You love them, right?! Then why not be with them? You took me in out of love, right?”

“There’s a big difference here, Silver.” Lilia rubbed his temple as stress starts to build up.

“What’s the difference? We’re both humans with a short lifespan so you can't use that as an excuse!” His silver eyes narrowing as he gazed upon his father before widening. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

He let out a defeated chuckle before nodding. “You’ve grown so much, Silver. I’m so proud of you, you know?”

“Why? You could have been happily living with them.”

“Because I’m afraid to witness her death if we ever do start a family together.” At last, the older fae began letting his tears fall in front of his son. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive seeing her pass while I still live on. I want it to last for all eternity but to remove her mortality is too inhumane.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Silver lowered his head, having a little understanding of what he meant. “I didn’t mean to –”

“So, for my wish this Star Sending…” After a pathetic attempt to control his tears, he gulped and continued. “I want to be given another chance to be with them… and this time, I’ll bear the pain of losing them when the time comes.”

A shine of light filled the wishing star confirmed his wish inside the item. Silver walked towards him and let the man cry his heart out in his arms. He both felt sad and honored that Lilia is willing to cry in front of him. He truly hopes that his father’s wish is granted. Bringing out the wishing star, he proclaimed his wish.

“I wish (y/n) can return in twisted wonderland once more.”

“Silver, you didn’t have to waste your wish for this…”

“I don’t mind having a parent like them.” He smiled before heading towards the door with both wishing stars at hand. “They’re a much better cook than you anyway.”

“Hey!”

The day of Star Sending has arrived and everybody is once again by the huge tree behind NRC. It went well without a hitch and Lilia’s phone filled with recordings of Sebek and Silver dancing in perfect sync towards the taiko being played by Jack of Savanaclaw. As all students began returning to their dorms, the bat fae decided to stay a little longer and was given privacy by the rest of the Diasomnia students.

“Catch me, Lilia!” A voice screamed from above.

Turning his attention to the voice’s origin. His eyes widened before extending his arms ready to catch the person. A huge smile on his face as you landed safely into his arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you steadied yourself in his hold.

“Do not question why I was up in the air.” You huffed, glaring at the sky. “Safe landing my ass! I was dropped off 50ft up in the air!”

“My oh my, did you fall in love with me all over again?” He teased as he covertly wiped his tears.

“I saw that and maybe but I would still prefer a much safer landing.” You huffed before smiling at him. “What happened to the ‘I wish for world peace between all creatures’ wish, huh?”

“How did you know?”

“My coworker and I were trying to make a portal to get me back here because I forgot some stuff here to grab and funnily enough those wishing stars became our fuel source to open that portal.” You pulled out your phone and confirmed your arrival with a whole long spiel on how the landing would have killed you if you weren’t caught by Lilia. “But by your wish I assume there’s no need for me to get packing away from here?”

“Yes, if you’ll give me another chance.” He held out his hand, a makeshift flower ring on his palm. “Will you give me the honor of being your significant other?”

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 3 years

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↝ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: having them crash your date

↝ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: aomine x f!reader

↝ ᴡᴄ: 1500+

↝ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: wanting to kill aomine for being aomine, being an ass during a date, kissing, using someone to make another jealous.

↝ ᴀ/ɴ: first time writing for aomine... hope it’s alright LMAO this is a college au btw.

The restaurant selected for your date was rated four out of five stars on the internet. It was classified as fine dining and proclaimed to be the ideal location to celebrate a special occasion or to impress a potential client. What the numerous websites did not state was that it attracted a certain type of crowd – those who did not care for the ridiculous prices attached to their small portions.

When the hostess guided you and your date to your reserved table, the customers you slipped on past raised an eyebrow at you, easily detecting the one person who did not belong. Instead of cowering under their targeted stares, you fixed a smile onto your mouth, ignoring the crawling sensation spreading throughout your arms.

You would survive this one date – you had to. It was your fault for arguing with that idiot, and for accepting an invitation solely to further piss Daiki off. The thought of that insufferable male prompted a hallow melody to dance up your throat, though you were quick to swallow the sound.

How dare he call you undesirable? Coming from someone who lacked any notable characteristics, that was rich. An idiot. Aomine Daiki was a complete idiot.

But who was the bigger idiot here? You or him? He wasn’t the one who was on a date with someone who was probably cheating on their wife, and he wasn’t the one caught in a traditional game of unrequited love.

“Have you found something you like?” The blonde male did not bother to secure eye contact, instead his icy irises scanned the menu ahead of him. “Shall I call the waitress over?”

“I did, thank you.” There was no point in maintaining a polite smile, particularly when your date would be unaware of its existence, yet it remained plastered on your visage. They say that if you smile during uncomfortable moments, it can trick the brain into thinking you are truly happy. And if that did not work, you could always employ your secret weapon – the flask of vodka in your jacket pocket. Under the influence of alcohol, even someone as bland as your date could become interesting, or at least bearable.

“Perfect.” Bringing the booklet to a close, he gestured the waitress over with a short wave. The fluidity of the motion had you questioning how many times he had brought someone here, was this his special spot?

Or were your perceptions merely a product of your imagination?

The following thirty minutes made you realize it was the latter. There was nothing interesting about the wealthy man sat ahead of you. And you almost felt guilty accepting his invite, since he was quite serious about finding a future wife.

“As I was saying…”

Accidentally tuning out the latest story he was narrating, your attention drifted across the establishment. It was at this point that you caught visual of a pair that did not appear to belong, just like you.

Astonishment morphed into disgust when your eyes locked with his – the damn reason you were here.

“Hiii, y/n-chan!” The pink haired girl sang out the greeting, bouncing towards your table with Daiki trailing behind. Those seated around you grunted in irritation at the disturbance, but your date wore a blank expression. Though, from the twitch of his eyebrows, you assumed he was at least mildly interested in those preparing to approach him. “How funny! We were just passing by when we saw you from the windows!”

The deceitful answer was coated with a sugary tone and accompanied by a wide-eyed expression. The deadly combination seemed to have satisfied the man sat ahead of you. In fact, he seemed far too smitten with Momoi to notice the large male standing behind her. But you on the other hand, could not remove your attention from Aomine – not for a single second. Everything about the athlete had your emotions flaring.

How could he stand there so casually?

No longer entertained by the deadly glaring match you engaged him in, Aomine took in his surroundings with a quick scan of the space. It was as if he was evaluating your decision, and most likely critiquing it mentally.

The last thing you needed was his judgement.

“Are these friends of yours?” The question implanted a wedge into your concentration, guiding your gaze back to the blonde.

Did you accidentally tune him and Momoi out? From the matching expressions painted on the pair ahead of you, it seemed you did.

“Yeah, kinda.” The qualifier was a lackluster attempt to capture the blue haired male’s attention. Surprisingly, it worked. Aomine had shot you a lazy grin in return.

“Then you are welcome to join us.”

The invitation came far too swiftly for you to successfully curtail it. Further, neither Aomine nor Momoi missed a beat, claiming the empty chairs without hesitation. When the athlete settled onto the chair beside you, he inched it closer to yours, before stretching out his spine. The sloppiness of his movements was in stark contrast with the elegant mannerisms of his best friend.

“Thank you so much!” A bright smile was flashed to display her gratitude, whereas Aomine offered an unenthusiastic “thanks.” The blonde simply nodded to acknowledge their words. But it was quite clear that so long as Momoi was present, he would bypass any other distractions. Including the large male who was practically pressed against your side.

Typical.

Once the pair officially joined your date, the atmosphere loosened considerably. However, the change was restricted to your table. For a moment you soaked in the change with a titter threatening to spill from your lips. Watching Momoi cast a spell on the one who was once set out to woo you was amusing to say the least.

“That’s your type?” The male beside you adjusted himself after vocalizing the question. And whether he was stretching his neck or tilting his head inquisitively was unknown, but the movement brought him dangerously close to you.

Flickering your gaze to the minimal space between his head and your shoulder, you cursed yourself internally for the fluttering sensation inside of your stomach.

“So, what if it is?” A small “hmph” was tactically added to your response.

“Never pictured you being into an old rich guy. Does he know you hate places like these?” The basketball player remained slouched in his seat for a few more seconds before settling into a comfortable position.

Was he serious right now?

“Shut up and keep your voice down.” The demands were whispered in a stern tone, but you doubted it would work.

Unsurprisingly, he returned your hiss with short-lived laughter.

From the opposite side of the table, your date’s attention briefly returned to you – a natural reaction to the vigorous sound. He was seconds from becoming more aware of the scenario unfolding around him, but Momoi was prompt in eliminating his concentration.

“Oh, tell me what I should get!” A menu was then placed before him, to remove you from his line of sight. The artificial behaviour did not catch you off guard, you knew the two of them were scheming – a fact confirmed by the startled expression she exchanged with Aomine prior to opening the menu.

“I don’t know what you’re up to but stop it.” Exhaling a sigh, you propped an elbow onto the table before resting your cheek against your palm.

But did you really want them to stop? Not really. This was the most enjoyment you had since you arrived. Not that you would let him know that.

“What we’re up to?” He echoed with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What about you? What are you doing here, y/n? Are you here to prove you’re desirable?”

His words visibly stunned you at first.

Aomine knew exactly how to push your buttons, and his style of teasing was ridiculously potent. To refrain from acting on your urge to attack him physically, you curled your fingers in and grinded your teeth together.

“Aomine. You ass-”

Your lips were about to complete the curse when he connected his mouth with yours. It did not require much to close the distance due to the limited spacing that existed in the first place. Inside of your chest a parade had commenced, one that matched the metaphorical fireworks that accompanied the kiss.

You knew it was wrong. Your date was sat right ahead of you, albeit hidden behind the remarkably large menu. Yet, you enjoyed it.

When you instinctively tried to push away, he placed a hand at the back of your neck, keeping you in place. With each passing second your resolve melted until it no longer remained. A minute felt like an eternity, and when Aomine settled back in his seat, a flustered groan vibrated inside of your throat.

“Oi. Satsuki. Let’s go. I want a burger.” After tending to the crick in his neck, the athlete raised from the chair, purposefully ignoring the bewildered expression being presented up at him.

On cue, Momoi slapped the menu shut and stood up. “Okay! So sorry for disturbing you two. We’ll be on our way now.”

Your narrowed gaze slowly travelled from Aomine to the pink haired girl, who dipped an eyelid into a wink at you.

What the hell.

You could barely comprehend what occurred and watching them leave only increased your bemusement. Across the table, your date questioned if you were alright. Pressing your palms against your face, you shook your head with another groan.

No, you were not alright.

You were in love with the Aomine Daiki, the biggest idiot to exist.

Which meant you... would never be “alright.”

Taglist: @newfriendjen @yourstarvic @bloody-bella @seijurosempress @haikyuusimp91 @chaichai-the-weeb [only tagging those who I know watch KnB lmao]

#aomine x you #aomine x reader #aomine x y/n #aomine scenario #knb x reader

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