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samptlay · 2 months

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Could We Be Highschool Sweethearts? ~ When We Met ♡ ⁠~⁠♪◍⁠•

A/N: New series! This one is just for the Genshin Community since I’ve wanted to start building up a master list, but to do that I need more things to list lol. So this was originally going to be a sweet one shot but then my brain got going on how they could be cute little drabbles and aaaa. So this is just a small introduction, everything else will be drabble though I’d recommend reading them in order. Enjoy!

Modern!AU ♡♪

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Borders By @cafekitsune ♡ ⁠~⁠♪◍⁠•

Just who exactly are you? Walking into the classroom, a bit too bubbly for his 7 in the morning, smiling in a way that he was sure made some other kids cover their eyes. His blue eyes scanned over your figure as you calmly and collectively introduced yourself to the class, it would be clear to anyone that you're easy on the eyes. Your presence has caught everyone off guard, considering it was the middle of the year. Truly, it was the first day of the second semester and you showed up in the middle of the day. That could be the way you do things. Who knows. It probably wasn't your choice anyway.

“I will be joining all of you for the rest of the school year so I hope we'll get along.” Being thrown off of his train of thought by your soothing voice, the ginger makes eye contact with you as you are looking around to most likely get accustomed to the unfamiliar place. Both of your eyes lingered on each other before the teacher directed you to the seat in front of Childe.

“Though height looks like it at times, I promise he doesn't bite.” The teacher informs some students laughing along at a mediocre line a bit too joyfully that makes you consider joining in, but then you notice the blue orbs pouring into yours.

..Childe? So that was his name? The guy who just gave you a cheap wink that left you amused, yet not intrigued in the slightest. If you had to admit it, he has a cute boyish smile but seems sly As you start walking, both of you hold eye contact. You recognize him, you're sure you've seen him on a billboard or two somewhere in the city. But you're not anyone special (in society, you think), so why do you still feel holes burning in the back of your head even after you've sat down?

You could understand it a bit, you were new, showed up out of nowhere and you know you don't exactly give off vibes that push people away, but rather bring them in. However, everyone else has turned back to the lesson yet you glance back and watch him as he starts into your soul, his grin grows larger and you quickly turn back around. It was practically your sixth sense, knowing when you're being watched and whatnot. It still didn't explain his gaze.

The rest of class goes by quickly, and the teacher has pulled you aside to give you a run-through of everything that happened last semester, hoping you could catch on quickly. You could, considering that you could even get into this school.

“I'll send you all the lesson plans through your school email, so make sure to look over those. Happy to have you here.” He was pleasant, you noted. Thankful he wasn't an old grouchy hag who would rather watch their students suffer through exams. It was expected that teachers help new students catch up to the curriculum. It was the same routine you had the rest of that afternoon, & you already knew your way around campus.

However what you were sure was not expected was being jump-scared on your first day, by a certain ginger. You had barely closed the door behind yourself before he almost yelled your name, directly in your ear. “Hey, girly. You’re new in town, right?” Was that not obvious enough? You usually weren’t quick to read someone’s character but his charisma appeared to be high and you didn’t trust the way he was looking at you. You could just tell he was a sly person.

“Mhm.. Do you need something from me?” You could think of any reason for him to personally want to talk to you, and judging by the empty hallways, everyone’s already on their way home so he shouldn’t (he doesn’t) have business with you. Glancing at the window that’s at the end of the hallway, it was sunset. It got dark quickly in Snezhnaya and you had not accommodated to that fact within the two weeks you’ve been here. You had to go through the outskirts of the capital to get to your new home, so it was a dragging 15 minutes from school & back.

“Girly? Girrrrrrllyyyyyy???” You look back at the grinning fox who had been watching your face for the last 30 seconds and it makes your eyebrows scrunch together. Girly? “Ah, there you are. So you’re probably wondering why I’m bothering you, and I don’t wish to waste your precious time princess, but I know everyone here at the Fatui Academy. So seeing that you’re a new face, I just have to get to know you, hm?” Slowly your gaze travels around his body, head to toe. From his expensive shoes to those deep, empty blue orbs that are staring right back at you. You’d never let your guard down that easily, but your heart isn’t made of stone. Having no friends didn’t help, so if you were to simply walk away it would be foolish.

“Childe, was it?” Your smile didn’t reach your eyes but he could tell you weren’t annoyed by his presence which was the first reaction like that he had gotten in a while. He was relatively good at reading people, so Childe knew your smile wasn’t fake. He decided to stop leaning against the wall and stand upright before stuffing his hands in his pockets. “That’s right. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me from here on out so don’t forget it.” He swiftly comes to your side and wraps one and wraps one arm around your shoulder, which makes you raise an eyebrow, considering this guy was getting a bit too comfortable a bit too fast. Then he proceeds to turn his head to face you and wink.

He winks.

In this generation? Was he trying to be a flirt? Because you don’t think you could ever fall for a guy as goofy as this one. The moment a small chuckle left your lips he pouted. Which led to another chuckle, then a laugh all from your mouth.

“Was that supposed to get me interested? If it was, then I’d say you need to work more on your flirting.” He can’t help but giggle a bit too and his frown turns upside down, noting how your cheeks spread across your face in a way that had his eyes lingering. “Well then excuse me. But if I’m already making the lady laugh, how would you say it’s not?” The sentence makes you roll your eyes, which you haven’t done at all in the past year or so. Why does this freckled man bring out this side of yourself? It was hard to complain because it feels fun, playful & different for a change.

Childe still had a grip on your shoulder as he walked both of you the the front of the school to go home, and you were getting a few questioning gazes from others. Considering he was acting as if he had known you forever with the way he was holding you. Was Childe popular? He just seemed so easy to get along with that you assumed this was how he treated everyone. “Girly, let me take you home.” “Hm? No thank you, I don’t know you that well-” “There are real dangerous people out when it gets dark and I know the routes to avoid them all. I insist.” You didn’t know how he shut you up so quickly. Childe was the first person you had gotten along with so easily in a while, and you realized how disappointed you would be if you were to wake up tomorrow and all of this was a dream.

Having a friend to trust in a new place wouldn’t prove to be so bad. Would it?

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munsonslilbunnie · 2 years

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missin' out. | eddie munson x reader |

mini-series: pt. i (you're here)| pt. ii

summary: after a failed 'talking stage' with steve "the hair" harrington, you find yourself in a little slump - before a certain someone pulls you out of it and shows you how it's like to be truly desired.

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader | past!steve harrington x plus-size!fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings/cw/tw: body-image issues. insecurities. comparing yourself to other fem!characters. y/n is shorter than most. steve is a bit of a meanie, but that’s just for the sake of the plot lol.

a/n: aaaa you guys have no idea how grateful i am for the response i received from my first post here 🥺 most of what i post on here will prob be fics but i might post lil blurbs here and there! if you have a plot bunny or idea you want me to try and write, pls don't hesitate to request it! i'll try my best to fulfill it <3 anyways, i hope you enjoy this bbs! no beta so all mistakes are mine. p.s. – should i make this into a mini-series? would y'all be interested in it? c:

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“hey, uh, (y/n)..”

a soft hum came from your lips as you pressed your landline against your ear, listening to steve’s soothing voice over the receiver, “yeah, what’s up, steve? is everything okay?” you asked softly, twirling the cord around your finger as you pressed your back against the wall, waiting for the man to continue speaking.

it was weird, to say the least – that you’re talking to the steve harrington. it has barely been two months since that day you stepped into the family video store, waving your hand towards robin, who was quick to shoot back a smile and a wave, motioning you to the new releases at the time. you weren’t expecting anything that day – you came in wearing a simple white tee that ended just below your belly button and a pair of old baggy jeans, with white, beat-up sneakers. you weren’t coming here to impress – you just needed a new movie or two to watch that weekend and you were out of there. your pajamas were waiting for you at home – along with your favorite popcorn and snacks. while you were roaming around the ‘new releases’ section, you had – quite literally – bumped into steve ‘the hair’ harrington, making him drop a couple of vhs tapes that he had in his hands.

god, you can even remember the way your face had gone completely red as you bent down to gather the vhs tapes for him, muttering apology after apology to the man. you were honestly a bit terrified that he was going to be pissed at you when you didn’t hear any movement from above. you had looked up at the last second, cheeks flushed and brows drawn up as you were getting ready to spew another line of apologies to the man. yeah, you might have had a crush on him back when he was in school, but, uh, he never gave you the time of day, considering your social groups never mingled, and honestly, he was too preoccupied with nancy. but – the look on steve’s face was definitely – not one that you expected. he had looked so cute with those flushed cheeks and wide eyes as he ogled down at you. he didn’t seem like he knew just – where – to look at. he had gone from your eyes, down to your lips, probably down to your shirt, if you wanted to think that way. yeah, steve harrington truly did notice you that day – for the first time ever.

from that moment forward, you were suddenly hanging out at the video store every other day after school, something that steve seemed to enjoy. before you knew it, he was asking you out on weekly dates – whether to a pretty little restaurant a town over from hawkins, on a stroll around the park, or even to his place to watch all of the new releases that you had been itching to watch.

you guys weren’t necessarily dating – not yet, anyway. you were hoping that on this date tonight he would finally ask you – to finally put a label on whatever it was that you two were doing. you two already acted like a couple, so why not just go ahead and put a label on it? you held hands, you hugged, you cuddled, you kissed – heck, you knew yourself better than anyone else on this planet and you knew that you were even ready to give him your all. you were definitely ready to go all the way with steve, but you just – wanted to have a label before you exposed yourself in that way to him.

of course, though, you had your own insecurities that might have been weighing you down these past couple of days. you weren’t like – his past girlfriends, more specifically, like nancy wheeler. you knew you were far different from the girls he normally dated. all of them had been thin, petite. small in a way he could easily wrap his arms around them and have space left over (something that you picked up on early into the ‘relationship’ between you and steve – maybe it was all in your mind, but sometimes it just felt like he could barely wrap his arms around you and have his hands actually touch). you knew you weren’t exactly the smallest girl steve had ever been with – your thighs touched and rubbed against each other when you walked, your arms had a bit of a jiggle to them, your breasts were a little on the small side and it just made your tummy stick out more and look bigger than it actually was. you’ve always had your own insecurities, something that some of the mean girls in school liked to remind you of in the hallways, but you typically didn’t let it bother you. you knew you weren’t like the other girls and that was okay to you. you didn’t want to be like them. you were (y/n). that was good enough for you. and you had clearly assumed that steve wasn’t the type of guy to care about that either – something that you relished in because it’s not like you had a line of people who wanted to date you. you were always the secret. the one people didn’t want others to find out they were dating. it was a nice change – to be involved with someone who took you out to public and made it known that there was something more happening between you two. it was nice. really nice.

its been a few moments already and steve still hasn’t answered your question.

“steve? you still there?” you ask softly into the phone, a confused tone in your voice. it wasn’t really like him to just – stay silent. especially considering he was the one who called you in the first place when you should be getting into the shower to get ready for your date tonight with him. “everything okay?”

“(y/n), look, i’m really sorry, but i don’t think this is gonna work out between us…” came a sigh from the other side of the phone.

it was like you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

“what? what do you mean ‘not gonna work out’?” you managed to choke out, your heart beating harshly against your chest as your brain tried to make sense of the situation at hand. everything was going so well. what changed? the dates went well. you hung out a lot – sure, it’s been less lately, but that was just because you needed to study for final exams and such, and he knew that – steve knew that and he was okay with it. you were so thrown out of the loop, you almost missed his next words.

“ – it’s not you, it’s me, ya know? you’re a great girl, i enjoyed my time with you, believe me! you’re awesome, (y/n), i just… uh, i just don’t think i’m ready for anything as of right now. ya know, busy with work and stuff,” he replied back to your question. you could practically feel the cringe from the other side of the call when you heard him curse softly under his breath, “i’m sorry, man. i truly am. it’s just… not gonna work out, right now. maybe later, just not… now.”

everything felt so wrong. it was wrong. it didn’t feel right. not anymore. maybe it never did. maybe it was stupid, getting your hopes up that such a gorgeous guy like steve would ever be interested in a girl like you. why should you be so surprised, when he had only ever gone out with girls like nancy wheeler? gosh, how pathetic. how pathetic to think this would have ended any differently than the others.

“it’s… fine. it’s fine, steve. yeah, yeah. totally fine. i’ll see you around. bye.”

“wait, (y/n) –”

click.

you hung the phone back up, letting the cord fall from your fingers. you stared blankly into the space, slowly letting yourself slide down the wall until you were flat on your bottom, legs stretched out in front of you as your hands laid on your thighs.

you let your head tip back, letting it hit the wall softly as wavering eyes stared up at the ceiling.

another one bites the dust, i guess, you thought bitterly to yourself, trying so hard not to cry. but the familiar burning sensation started in your eyes first – soon finding itself in the back of your throat. a pitiful whimper left your trembling lips – it started off slow, soft. a whimper, which soon turned into a soft cry of sadness as tears started to flow down your round cheeks before it turned into body-shaking sobs that wrecked through you, the sounds of your sobs echoing throughout the empty house. thank god it was friday – meaning your parents were on their weekly friday date nights and wouldn’t be there to see you break down. you didn’t need them to see you like this. not over a guy.

not over a guy you thought was different.

after that last phone call you had with steve, you locked yourself in your room, coming out only to eat or to shower. you didn’t really have it in you to speak to anyone – and your parents definitely noticed. unlike most, they were mostly understanding, so they gave you your space – something that you were really grateful for. on that following monday morning, you finally had the energy to speak to your parents and to some of your friends, but you were definitely quieter than usual. your friends were the type to not overstep boundaries and let you come spill your feelings out to them once you were ready.

it took you two weeks of keeping quiet and to yourself to finally go to your friends for comfort, who (in their own right) were ready to go after ‘the hair’ for hurting you that way. they knew how excited you were about steve and how happy being around him made you feel. it was definitely something that had surprised them, but hey – your happiness was important to your friends and they honestly just wanted the best for you. cheesy, you know. but considering you have been there for each other since elementary school, it’s no longer a surprise how protective you all were of each other.

you definitely felt lighter after coming clean and letting others listen to your thoughts and how you truly felt about the situation. while it wasn’t a breakup, since you weren’t even officially dating, but shit – did it hurt like one.

it even hurts to say now, but it took you a little over three weeks to even step foot back into the family video store after shit hit the fan.

you had two vhs tapes that were long overdue, but you didn’t have it in you to go back just yet.

until today.

weeks after the phone call, you finally made your way to the family video store, hoping to whoever out there that steve wouldn’t be there. you haven’t seen him in three weeks and you would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

you parked your car outside, glancing around for the sight of steve’s car, and heaved out a sigh of relief when you didn’t see it anywhere.

before you got out, you were startled when you saw a van swerve its way into the parking lot, conveniently parking right next to yours, although a little haphazardly. the van looked like it was vibrating from the way the music was blasting at full volume. a small smile quirked up on your lips. you recognized that van instantly. eddie ‘the freak’ munson. the ‘super senior’ of hawkins high. you’ve never spoken to him before – your social groups never mingled amongst each other. your group wasn’t popular – or even seen, most of the time. you were the quiet ones in school. you didn’t get in the way of the populars and jocks, and they – for the most part – didn’t mess with you either.

you’ve heard all about the rumors surrounding eddie, though. but you never believed them. you’ve seen him in the hallways enough to know that those rumors about him being a satanist or whatever were all just a bunch of lies. yeah, he dressed a little… dark compared to others, but he seemed like a decent person. maybe even like a dork, based on that D&D game he plays. plus, he was the local drug dealer at school. some of your friends have bought from him before and deemed him to be completely innocent – no trouble at all. so yeah, eddie seemed like a decent dude.

you shook your head. you needed to focus. you needed to make this quick and painless and you wouldn’t be able to achieve that if you didn’t get out of the damn car.

with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your bag and put the two vhs tapes inside, before hauling yourself out the car. with a slam of your car door, you trudged up towards the double doors, unaware of the long-haired burnet that was making his way to the door as well, head gently swaying back and forth as he focused on the song that was stuck in his head.

your hand shot out in time with his own, fingers gripping onto the handle at the same time.

“oh!” you gasped softly when your hands touched, feeling your cheeks flush slightly as your eyes glanced up quickly towards the other hands’ owner, who looked just as startled as you did – even if for a split second.

“so sorry, m’lady! didn’t see you there for a second,” the man gave you a small grin, the both of you letting your hands fall back to your sides.

“uh, it’s okay…” you sent him a small grin as well, albeit a little awkward.

eddie cleared his throat and moved, gripping the door handle and swinging it open. for a second you thought he was going to enter – but, to your surprise, he held it open for you, a wide smile on his (rather cute) face as he motioned for you to go through first, “after you, sweetheart.”

was it normal for your face to get this red? you weren’t so sure. you just stared at him a little dumbfounded, not used to this behavior from anyone (except for steve). after a few moments of not responding and just… staring, you could see eddie’s smile start to falter, and you were shaken at how much you didn’t want to see him frowning – especially not towards you.

“t… thank you!” you stumbled over your words as you flashed him a bright smile, making your way into the video store, unaware of the way his wide, doe-like eyes stared after you in astonishment. that was the first time you had ever smiled at him – he wanted it to happen even more now.

a shaky sigh came from your lips as you made a bee-line to the counter, relieved to see robin there. she had called you a few times to see how you were doing after steve ended things with you, calling him a ‘dingus’ and to ‘not worry about a butthead like him’. you were grateful for her, in more ways than she knew.

“hey, ro,” you spoke softly as you stopped in front of her, hands already digging into your bag as you fished out the vhs tapes.

“(y/n)!” she called out happily, giving you a bright grin as she leaned her elbows on the counter, “finally decided to grace me with your presence, your highness?” she asked you with a whiny tone, letting her head fall forward slightly, “i’ve missed you! it’s been boring without you here!”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s antics, your hand reaching over to gently pat her head, oblivious to the eyes that followed your every movement, watching you – observing you – in a curious manner. “i’ve missed you too, ro. you… you know i just needed to be away for a bit.” you gave her a sad smile before brightening up a bit, “but, hey! let me make it up to you, yeah? tell me what you want to watch and maybe you can come over and watch it with me? we need a girl’s night in!” you added in a whiney tone at the end, fluttering your lashes at her in a way to convince her.

the dirty blonde couldn’t help the cackle that escaped her lips at the way you were begging, as if she could ever say no to you – not with the way you batted your lashes at her. she grinned at you, glancing behind you for a second when she noticed the audience you seemed to have gathered – a one-man audience, but an audience nonetheless. she quirked a brow at the long-haired metalhead, watching the way his eyes were practically glued to your face, doing a rather shitty job as he hid behind the horror section. ‘hmm, this is an interesting development,’ she thought to herself before giving you a wide smirk, nodding her head to your plan.

“fine, fine! you’ve worn me down, (l/n)!” robin giggled at the way you clapped your hands. she leaned over and clasped her hands around yours, “how about you go to the horror section and find something that you think i might like, yeah? whatever you choose, i’m good with! i’ll return these for you while you do that.” she suggested innocently, mentally cackling when she heard the soft curse coming from the horror section, something that you didn’t notice.

you nodded your head in an excited manner and made your way towards the horror section, a happy bounce in your walk. you were so into your own thoughts about what robin might like, that you didn’t have enough time to react when you bumped into a lanky form, a soft ‘oof!’ leaving your lips as you stumbled back. strong hands quickly grasped your shoulders, holding you steady against them.

“woah! you good there, princess?” eddie’s voice filled your ears in a way that made your heart flutter. has his voice always been this rich? this soothing?

you gulped and looked up at the man, who seemed to tower over you. there was concern in his eyes as he looked down at you, his hands not yet leaving your arms, though his grip was soft, comforting even. “ah, yeah! i’m fine – sorry for bumping into you, i guess i wasn’t paying close enough to my surroundings, eddie.” you giggled nervously, glancing away from him for a moment.

“shit, you know my name, sweetheart?”

his response startled you, glancing back at him in surprise. you tilted your head in confusion, maintaining eye contact to the best of your ability. “uh, yeah? of course! why wouldn’t i know your name? we’ve been going to school together for a while now, munson.” you laughed softly, shaking your head at his question.

a blotch of red appeared on his cheeks at your response, looking a little embarrassed at how silly his question was, but also seemed pleased with himself that you even knew who he was. “can’t help but be a little surprised, (l/n). a princess like yourself? knowing my name? oh, it does things to my heart!” he gasped out dramatically, pulling his hands away from you to clutch onto his heart, head tilting back as a lovesick expression appeared on his face. a large grin formed on his face as he heard you giggle, cracking open an eye to see the way your lips curved into a large smile, your giggles bright and cute – happy. he could definitely get used to hearing that.

“oh, don’t be so dramatic, munson!” you playfully swatted his shoulder, not thinking too much about it, “you’re the infamous eddie munson! would be rather dumb if i didn’t know who you were at this point, huh? heard lots of things about you.”

eddie leaned against one of the video racks, hand gripping onto it as he grinned down at you. “oh, yeah? ‘nd what did ya hear about me, babydoll? all good things, ‘m hoping.”

you playfully tapped your finger against your cheek as you pretended to think for a moment before letting out a quiet gasp, “well! i heaaaard… that you’re, like, this big dork who likes to play a fantasy game with this ‘hellfire club’. mm, oh! and you’re, like, a member of a band!” you looked up at him innocently, though you had a cheeky grin on your face, “did i nail it, munson?”

“a dork? oh, how you continue to wound me, my princess!” eddie pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, holding it there as he fell onto his knees in front of you in a dramatic fashion, which just continued to make you erupt into fits of giggles. he smirked slightly, looking up at you from his kneeling position, seeing that he wasn’t that much shorter than you in this position. it was cute, really. “as for the other part, you hit the nail, (l/n). got my own, big boy band called corroded coffin.” he sent you a grin before finally getting off his knees as your giggles faded into little hiccups, cheeks flushed.

god, you couldn’t remember the last time you giggled this much in a long time. it felt nice – laughing like this with someone, anyone. you never expected that it would be eddie munson making you giggle like this, but you relished it. it felt nice. he was nice. really, really nice.

“corroded coffin? interesting name, eddie. i’m sure you’re getting all the chicks with your band,” you teased him, having no real venom in your words as you finally started to take notice of all the titles, trying to find one that robin and you might like to watch.

“all the chicks? nah, you got it all wrong, doll,” eddie stated as he fell into place next to you, walking by your side with his hands behind his head. he winked down at you when you looked over, “i play because i love to rock out. love the exhilarating feeling it gives me. but… if being in a band gets me a sweet doll like you, that’ll just make things even better.” he was laying it on thick, but he didn’t care. you were sweeter than he could have ever imagined and fuck it, he didn’t want to lose the opportunity.

your cheeks flushed heavily at the notion of his words, eyes widening slightly as you stared up into his own. you glanced away as you let out an awkward laugh, shaking your head at him, “a doll like me would make it better? dunno if you’re thinking correctly, munson.” you stopped in front of a rack, eyes glancing around but not truly taking note of the titles. eddie’s words were rolling through your mind, trying not to think too much into it. he was just teasing you – he had to be.

“‘m pretty sane right now, (l/n)!” eddie’s chuckle broke you from your thoughts. his smile was wide and genuine as he watched you. “ya know, i might sound a little crazy right now, but…” he paused for a dramatic effect, leaning close to your face, eyes clashing into one another. your breath hitched the closer he got to you, his eyes unwavering as he mumbled, “i’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school. you’re the prettiest girl i have ever seen, ya know? like – so pretty, so nice, so sweet. been trying to get your attention for years now, but you never gave me the time of day, sweetheart.” his plump lips formed into a small pout, but there was a sincerity in his eyes and tone that made you believe him. you blinked owlishly at him, trying to get your heart to settle down inside your chest. “listen, no pressure but like… just one date. you, me, tomorrow night? we can go to, like, a diner or a movie or something? would you be down for that, sweetheart?” he stared into your eyes, teeth now gnawing at his lips as he tried not to let his nerves get to him. this was his only shot – ‘please, please, accept,’ he thought to himself.

was this really happening? was eddie munson really asking you out on a date? god – this was real, wasn’t it? you couldn’t really believe your ears but you were soon nodding your head to his question, your lips forming around words that spilled from your lips, “y…yeah! a movie sounds nice! uh, here!” your hands fished out a notebook and a pencil from your bag, tearing a page from it before jotting down your phone number and address on it. with a gulp, you thrust the piece of paper into his hands, a stunned look on his face. the expression just made everything seem much, much more real. “there’s my number and address! you can pick me up at 6 and we… we can check out what they’re playing! uh, i gotta go now, eddie! can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” you all but squeaked out as your hand blindly grabbed some random vhs tape from the rack and raced backed to the counter, thrusting the tape into robin’s awaiting hand.

a faint ‘yes!’ could be heard from the horror section of the store.

robin looked at you with a wide grin on her lips, staring at you with a knowing glint in her eyes. “tonight, you’re telling me everything.”

oh, tonight will definitely be interesting.

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raineandsky · 1 year

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Hi!! love your work jaan <3

Wanted to request something along the lines of enemies with benefits , yearning, when it’s about more than just sleeping with each other, when feelings take over or consume one’s being, the angst and distrust from one side

I hope you can gather what I meant somewhat , and I know you’ll do great 🤍

aaaa thank you so much!!! i loved this idea, its so full of angst potential and it was so fun to write :D hope i did your prompt enough justice - thanks for the request!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

This was meant to be a one-off.

The first time it happened, it’d been in the heat of the moment. The hero had managed to catch the villain, shouldering them into the dirty brick wall behind them. The villain had gasped at the force, their eyes bright, waiting, expectant, in the low lamp light. The hero had had a long day, and they weren’t thinking straight—that was their excuse, anyway—and without thinking they’d bent down and pressed their lips to the villain’s. The move caught the criminal off guard, if their muffled yelp was anything to go by, but they didn’t stop it—or anything that happened after it.

The hero told themself that that was the only time that would ever happen. It was a slip up, a mistake made because they were dizzy with stress and exhaustion.

It was harder to tell themself that after the second time, though. Even more so after the third, and the fourth, and the fifth and the sixth and the seventh. It was practically becoming a routine, and eventually the villain would gift them with a cocky smirk whenever they came across each other in the street.

Something seemed to click by the eighth time. They’d managed to pin the villain to the concrete below, a knowing grin spreading over their face as the hero grabbed their wrists to restrain them.

“Oh no,” the villain said smoothly. “You caught me. Now what?”

The hero had leaned down to kiss them, because of course they had. The steps were basically second nature by now, the little things that got the most reaction seared into their mind. They knew exactly where to put every inch of their body to get their nemesis desperate for them. Why did they know this? When did they start remembering these things?

They’d been pulled from their thoughts when a shuddery gasp escaped the villain, barely held back, and some part inside them that hadn’t moved in a long time fluttered erratically at the sound. They paused, terrified of the conclusion they were about to come to, and the villain’s expression switched from bliss to concern in a second.

“What’s wrong, darling?” the villain asked softly, and the fluttering increased tenfold. The first time this had happened had been selfish. Now though, they’d put everything aside if it meant they got to have the villain like this. Why the hell were they thinking like that?

The villain sat up slightly. “We can stop,” they suggested quietly.

“It’s not you,” the hero blurted immediately. They shifted over to give the villain some space. “I think I just, uh, I got a call. Agency needs me, uh, now.”

They were on their feet in a second. The villain opened their mouth to ask, but their jacket was over their shoulder before any questions could come out, and the hero disappeared without explanation into the evening.

The hero spent a lot of time avoiding the villain after that. They were pretty sure the criminal was actively looking for them, since avoiding them turned out so goddamn difficult, but they just needed time to figure things out for themself.

Back before this all happened, they’d acknowledged that the villain was unreasonably attractive, sure, but that never got in the way of their work. Eight mistakes in, though, they barely wanted to work anymore. They had a good time with the villain, they couldn’t deny that, but it felt different somehow. Their body cried for them in that time they didn’t see each other, and not in a way that could be fixed with a quick encounter. They wanted something beyond the ten minutes they got in dark alleyways.

They managed a week without seeing the villain. It gave them time to clear their mind and have their moral freak outs a little more privately, but it meant they had to hold back from throwing themself at the villain when they stepped into their path.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” is all they said.

The hero had taken up patrols on the opposite side of the city. Their avoidance wasn’t the most subtle.

“I’ve been… working through some things,” the hero told them after a moment, and the villain snorted humorously.

“That good a time that it made you reevaluate your entire life?” The villain laughed a little more freely, and that little dormant part of them fluttered again. The hero offered a short laugh, but the sound fell flat disingenuously.

“Y’know, you can say if you want to call it off,” the villain suggested after more silence. “Pretend we never got too close and go back to just kicking ass.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” the hero added a little too fast, and the villain raised their eyebrows in disbelief. “I– I just think it’d be safer for us.”

“Jeez, okay, that was fast.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not—”

“No it’s fine, whatever, I don’t care—”

“No, [Villain], it—”

“I get it [Hero], really—”

“No, you don’t!” The vigour of the hero’s voice shut the villain up, and the moment they got the chance they couldn't stop the words from falling out. “You don’t get it! It’s nothing to do with you, okay? I’m– I’ve fucked up really bad and—”

“Alright, calm down,” the villain interjected softly, but the hero was already on the brink of tears.

“I think I’m in love with you, [Villain].”

The villain froze at that, and the hero knew they’d said too much. “I– I’m sorry,” they continued desperately, though they could already see the damage done in their nemesis’s—the person they’d ended up caring about more than anything—face. “I didn’t mean to end up like this. I won’t bring it up again. I’m so sorry.”

“You can’t do that,” the villain said, uncharacteristically quiet, and the hero felt like they’d just pulled out the pin holding their life together. “That’s– you can’t do that to me.”

“I’m sorry—”

“No, no, you don’t get it.” The villain’s face twisted into a scowl, and it was the most hurt they’d ever looked. “I fucking hate you, y’know? We did all this because it was a fun way to get the frustration out.”

“I– I know, but it just became more for me, I didn’t– I didn’t ask for this—”

“You really thought I’d ever trust you enough to like you?” The hiss between their teeth didn’t do justice to the burning pain of their words. “You’re right. Calling it off is safer.”

The world felt like it was crumbling around the hero’s shoulders. “No, [Villain], I swear I don’t want this either but—”

“Yeah, you’re right, I don’t want this.” They took a step backwards, away from the hero’s reach. “For the record, I despise you, and it’s a miracle I ever let you touch me. I wouldn’t trust you to hold a stick, let alone in a relationship.”

The last word came out as a cold spit, and the hero flinched at its ferocity. The villain turned on their heel with a final disappointed frown, making a getaway from their newfound horror.

“[Villain]—”

The villain didn’t even give them the time of day. They turned down the end of the street, and running after them only rewarded the hero with an empty road. They made a forlorn wipe at their eyes, and resigned themself to the fact that they’d probably never see the one they needed so badly ever again.

(Part 2)

#creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing #writblr #hero x villain #honestly i hope this is what you wanted i saw the word angst and i blacked out and woke up with this #thanks for the request tho!! was a fun one!!#requests #loves the death of peace of mind

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gh-0st-y · 2 years

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ive got like. two things in drafts that i need to finish but i heard a song and now ive got to write a fic

— Marry You

summary : when you and ace are messing around, ace shocks you with his sudden declaration of love

cw : none!! just fluff - gn!reader

authors note : bruno mars' songs got me doin a jig

lying on your back in ramshackle dorm, you and ace were laughing your asses off tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

you rubbed your eyes, giggling, "then- then what did you say?" you asked between laughs.

"you really wanna know?" ace chuckled and you nodded frantically. for context, ace had showed up at ramshackle with riddles infamous collar, asking if he could stay over. now, he was explaining exactly why he was collared.

"i said- skill issue. to riddles traffic light face. actually, i think his face beats the brightness of a traffic light," ace said and you wheezed, holding youre stomach in pain.

"so- so thats why youre here now?!" you laughed and ace nodded with laughter. you threw your head back.

ace stared at you laughing, his own laughter slowly going down as he admired you. your smile, how your face was tinted red from continuous laughing, the wrinkles around your eyes.

when you finally calmed down, you wiped your eyes, silence fallen over you both. it was a comfortable silence, not the awkward silence where youve ran out of things to say, but the silence where you feel safe, loved.

finally, ace spoke quietly, "..[name]?"

"yeah?" you replied, staring up at the cieling. in the corner of your eye, you could see ace doing the same.

"marry me."

you shot up, your eyes blown wide as you bore holes into his face, "you what."

he looked over at you, sitting up as well, "marry me?" he said, his voice rising near the end in an almost questioning way.

you hoped you were mishearing, "r..repeat one more time..?" you spoke only just above a whisper.

ace spoke at the same tone as you, "i said that i want.." staring off in front of him, he took a breath, "i want you to marry me."

your face flushed red, "ace, i- i cant, we cant- we're only sixteen, we- we're still in school, itd be stupid to marry you now-"

"then after school." he spoke softly, gazing down at the ground, drawing shapes on his trousers, "after school is over and done with and we can focus more on our lives, i want to marry you." he stopped his actions for a moment. the silence fell over you both again.

with a groan, he stood up, "nevermind, it- yeah, no it doesnt matter- im gonna go pee."

"wait, ace! wait-" you scrambled to your feet, grabbing his wrist and turning him to face you, "listen, please i- it sounds too soon for me but- id love to..have a future with you." you could feel your face heating up.

ace stared you down, "..really?"

"..yeah."

"say it again."

"i want to have a future with you."

"again."

"ace dont make me do that." you glared and he pouted

"you did it to me!" "cause you were talking quietly!" "you were as well!" "shut up ace!"

he laughed, looking you in the eyes, "but really? do you mean it?"

"yes ace i..i love you." you said with a sigh. he grinned, hugging you tightly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, 'great seven, finally.'

authors note : SCREAMING AAAA IM IN LOVE WITH MY OWN FANFIC YOO 😭😭

#ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #ace x reader #twst #twst x reader #gn!reader #x reader #Spotify

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pro-crastinate17 · 7 months

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hello this will be a reaction to black friday starkid because i like to talk about the things i like

(it ended up only being act 1 bc it got super long lol)

ths is only my third time watching it and the first time was like. 2 years ago (the second time was only a few months ago but i didnt absorb enough or write this so here we go again)

will be VERY long btw

in the jingle when angelas sniggle says "we're the sniggles! don't be scared!" she winks when she says dont be scared. this is. foreshadowing :thumbsup:

never getting over "hes deep down in drowsy town, sleepng the dreamless sleep of the dead!"

also JAMES TOLBERT!!!!! his VOICE im so <3 [heart]

also oh my god im reading WAY too far into this but. "hes riding santas sleigh cause hes friends with all the elves" wigglys main allies are uncle wiley and linda monroe, who are played by joey and lauren, who both play elves in santa claus is going to high school!!!

OUGH i love the announcer whose voice is that?? it is reminiscent of big bill hells lol

"i wanted a salad, but now i have a child" never gets old lol. also the exposition in this scene is FLAWLESS mwah

THE LA DI DA DA DAY MOTIF IN THE BACKGROUND LMAO (it is definitely NOT a la di da da day)

"i do not get flashbacks!!! ...i remember bad things vividly." TOM IS SO ME CODED LOL

emma doing paul's "okay" thing gives me LIFE

DYLAN SAUNDERS APPRECIATION MOMENT i love tom houston so much i love dylan saunders oh my goodness gracious literally flawless acting !!! and his VOICE i cant even (also him holding up his hands like the steering wheel is such good foreshadowing for him having been the one driving!!)

tom is COMPLETELY unable to read sarcasm. tom houston autism confirmed. (/silly)

OK OK I KNOW that "bud" is a common way to refer to weed. however. lex smoking weed in hatchetfield and says "bud" specifically?? PERKYS BUDS REFERENCE!

the "to nordstrom? ah shiiit!" he sounds so canadian?? i cant be the only one hearing this lol what was that

COREY DORRIS APPRECIATION MOMENT!!!!! HIS VOICE HIS ACTING HES SOOOO <3 [heart] also the frank and uncle wiley interaction is SO FUNNY !!! and the condescension paired with calling lex "alexandra" is a rlly good way to make it obvious how icky frank is i love it

"honest?" "cross my heart, hope to die" BUT HE WAS LYING AND THEN HE DIES. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE STARKID

am i the only one whos curious about the gerald cinnabon story lmao. what did he DO that was so bad that gary goldstein attorney at law couldnt save him from the consequences?

"thats called a BRIBE and its ILLEGAL!!!" *skeptical look* "...or it SHOULD be." IM GIGGLING

im osrry the "my CHILDREN were accidents" line KILLS ME lmao. esp bc she literally IS making it everyone elses problem (by demanding 4 wigglys)!!

ik this fandom talks a lot about "stop crying gerald i wasnt talking to you" but i dont think we pay enough attention to lindas stanley monologue. like holy shit.

ALSO TOM TAKES THE SPOT BEHIND BECKY IN LINE AND DOESNT PAY ANYONE and no one even notces bc theyre all too busy gossiping lmao also what do you say is SUCH a good song aaaa!!! (why is the homeless man so invested on

"tHe YeArS hAvE pAsSeD"

FRANK MY BELOVED I LOOOVE OUR DOORS ARE OPEN

unrelated but i just noticed curt (the farmer who has peanuts the hatchetfield pocket squirrel during what if tomorrow comes) does not currently have peanuts the hatchetfield pocket squirrel! how does he come to be in possession of peanuts? was peanuts also drawn to wiggly (since he is canonically a sentient being?) what is really going on here? maybe this was the real conspiracy all along /silly

JEFF BLIM WIGGLY HANDS (also distinctly resembles the wiggly hands jon does as wiggly in npmd!!)

also feast or famine is an INCREDIBLE song like actually AAAAAA !!! chaos reigns!!!

is ethan wearing a kilt? or a skirt?? also him saying "more bad" instead of worse GIGGLE

tom scaring gary off just by looking scary is PEAK comedy i take no criticism

"aHhH yUmMy!!!!!"

"I HAVE A HAIR APPOINTMENT TODAAAAAAAAAY"

the resurgence of hello naughty list?? does sthat mean uncle wiley originally wanted lex to be the prophet. DOES THAT MEAN UNCLE WILEY ORIGINALLY WANTED LEX TO BE THE PROPHET.

i cant stop saying "i have pepper spray and i use it more than you can possibly imagine", also "ohh i dont know if you wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna FUCK with me miss monroe" ITS SO SILLY

when he sings the little "why should you give when you can get" BE STILL MY HEART (i have gender envy for joey richter)

"all you gotta do is just do what you do best-" "SHOP." "-be a mother." "...right." I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC.

"yEs I fUcKiNg SeE hIm"

i never noticed bob is a parody of obama lmao ALSO HIM COMFORTING WIGGLY AFTER HOWIE CALLS HIM A FUCKING WEIRD LITTLE MONSTER LMAO

"iLL bItE yOuR nIpPLe OfF"

the way the wiggly is damaged is NOT what wouldve happened from being shot. but thats ok bc its my babygirl general john macnamara <3 [heart]

MONSTERS AND MEN IS SO GOOD. I LOVE JEFFS VOICE SM JEFF BLIM APPRECATION MOMENT !!!!! also he looks Rigjt at the camera when he says "its nothing on your phone" GIGGLE

#black friday starkid #black friday musical #starkid #words from my weird little brain

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dollsuguru · 4 months

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HI HELLO IM BREAKING INTO UR INBOX W TEARS IN MY EYES…………… 😭😭 i just read all ur tags on my sugu fics and when i tell you i CRIED YOURE SOO??? so so SO sweet and thoughtful????? I HOPE YOUR DINNER WAS THE TASTIEST EVER bc ur tags made my whole weekend <333333 literally every single thing u said made me go YES YOU GET IT like… im just gonna mention a couple things phsjdhs IM REALLY SOSO GRATEFUL <333

FIRST OFF just . everything u said abt my writing in general??? is soooo unbelievably kind??? T_T like abt the setting and prose and etc!!! i got soooo happy every time u said u felt like u were really There LIKE THAT MEANS SO MUCH…. ”it’s like i’m living inside your words” ARE U TRYING TO KILL ME </3 sob. thank u :’<

and aaa im so glad u liked all three fics even though theyre a bit different!! 🥺🥺 i just rlly feel like u understood what i was trying to convey w certain characters and lines and stuff and it means soooo much??? SUGU IS A DEVOTED LOVERBOY YESYESYES U GET IT!!!!! U UNDERSTAND!!!! ”devoted” & ”intense” are the PERFECT words for him i cant tell u how much i agree. AND SOO NURTURING YES WE’RE SO LINKED he’s so mother he’s so husbandwife <333 IM JUST NODDING ALONG TO EVERYTHING U SAY like genuinely. food as love was the theme for that particular fic hehe im so glad u noticed!!!

AAAA AND UR TAGS ON THE CHILDHOOD BESTIES FIC ……. thats probably my fave sugu fic out of the ones ive written ngl i was sooo happy to see that u liked it 😭😭😭 U GET IT U DO… like their love could be platonic or romantic but it doesnt rlly matter bc they just love each other sooo much. HE’S A GHIBLI BOY YES i’m so glad u see the vision <33

IM SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG i just need you to know that i see you and i love you and i appreciate you <3333 tysm for reading my silly lil fics and taking the time to write such thoughtful tags!!! 🥺🥺 im tucking them all away into my heart hehe. wishing u the most wonderful weekend ever !!!! mwah mwah mwah <33

OMG PLEASENDNDNDND your writing is literally SO stunning methinks you have the best rendition of suguru out there… like it’s so TELLING how much you love suguru (and satoru bc TRUST i’m gonna be in the tags of those fics too) and also i just really like how much personality you give to the reader as well! like everyone just is so fleshed out & 3-dimensional like they don’t feel like Just Characters In A Story they feel like real people & honestly magnificent writing to me always makes me feel like i’m watching a movie - and your writing does that! as i’m reading i’m envisioning everything like a movie & that’s the best compliment i can give fr <3 again it’s a testament to your beautiful dialogue, scene setting, storytelling, and YES PROSE!!!!! THAT’S THE WORD I WAS LOOKING FOR THE ENTIRE TIMENFNFNFNF your PROSE is beautiful 😭 it’s very COZY & PRETTY i love it

& OMG I WAS ABLE 2 UNDERSTAND BC YOU CONVEY EVERYTHING SO WELL!!!!! i was never confused i was Always In It <3 AND YES YOU SPOKE #REAL bc sugu is the ULTIMATE devoted loverboy… & i love how his intensity is just innate to him like he can’t help but love fully and with his whole entire mind, heart, body, & soul! and i also like how it isn’t an uncomfortable intensity or overbearing in a bad way - it’s just like a really nice weighted blanket and i LOVE that. & omg i’ve come to love food motifs so much………. whether it be hunger for something, cannibalism to get to the core of someone’s being, peeling clementines as an act of selflessness/love for someone else, or just sweet soft feeding your lover in bed bc you want them to eat well… that’s some delicious fucking food. & YESSSSSS nurturing caretaker sugu my beloved………. i think i read somewhere i forgot if it was just a random post here but someone said that suguru has such natural paternal instincts and that’s so real… like he’s mother he’s father he’s husbandwife he’s Transcended everything… the ultimate DadMom of the group… i just know his tote bag has bandaids, water, & snacks for everyone and he’s just the One you go to talk to about anything (again just like your sugu <3) OH AND ALSO i really like how devoted the reader is too! i Myself am a devoted lovergirl so i Feel seen

THE CHILDHOOD BESTIES FIC WAS SO FUCKING &/@/$/&//@/&:! why’d i get transported to a quaint town w the boy i’ve been in love since childhood and now he grew into a wondrous handsome man… trust that for Me if it involves sugu i’m immediately going romantic mode like i’m sorry i’m so Desperately In Love with him i can’t be normal <3 that fic is so fucking rich and filled w real problems that teens/ppl in their twenties face! the fear of the unknown but it feels like anything is possible and doable with someone like suguru by your side! AND YES HE IS SOOOOO HAKU-CODED TO ME (my first bf since i was a kid… coincidence? methinks not…) and also i reallllllllly love your fic of suguru going to reader’s apartment to declare war but he instead goes & has tea & cookies instead… i think i read that fic ages ago on ao3 and i could never find it again so it’s so Poetic Cinema that i found it here and that it was YOU and that you created so many more amazing fics… like i’m so well fed omfg & i’m super excited for anything you have coming out next!

AND OMG IT’S ABSOLUTELY MY PLEASURE! THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH BEAUTIFUL STORIES THAT I WILL KEEP TUCKED IN MY BRAIN & HEART <3 i will never forget you twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat… for as long as i live 🫡☝🏼 BUT FR!!!!! thank you for creating such wonderful premises for stories! i’m ecstatic to read anything you come out with next <3 mwah mwah mwah

^ me when reading your fics

#asks #i could say so much more but i just Woke Up and my brain is smooth #ALSO I’M ABT TO GO HAMMMMM ON THE SATORU FICS TODAY #i took a lil sneak peak and… thank you for making satoru a loverboy and making reader a lover too #i don’t often get to see reader also be extremely devoted to satoru which is so sad 😭 they always are the Serious Mean Ones which like. +#isn’t bad but i myself love my silly little goofball lover devoted readers… bc that’s Me and if satoru was mine i’d treat him so good #like babyboy let me treat you to some fine dining… he’d blush when i take him to cheesecake factory 😋#suguru & satoru my two pretty boys… my Husbands… my devoted lovers #ANYWAYS I’M GOING OFF TRACK NOW NFNFNFNFFNNFNF #you will see me soon in your tags once again user twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat… a promise not a threat ☝🏼#ari tag <3

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akariarda · 6 months

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Bitter scars

Garmadon shows his scars to Misako. Some of them are related to bitter memories that Garmadon blames himself for. Attempting to write Garmadon angst. I hope it's good!

"There is something I have always wanted to ask you," Misako said as she sat next to Garmadon, who raised an eyebrow curiously.

"How did you get this scar?" She pointed to the faded white line that stretched from the bottom of his upper arm to halfway down his forearm.

"Oh, that," Garmadon replied in a quiet voice. "It's a scar from my childhood. I got it..." He paused for a moment to gather himself.

"You don't have to tell me if it's difficult for you," Misako gently touched his shoulder.

"I think it will be better if I share it with someone," Garmadon replied as he took a deep breath to begin his story. "It happened when I was just a few years old. Father took Wu and me to the park to play. I wanted to climb the slide."

~Flashback starts:~

"Look, Father!" young Garmadon exclaimed, pointing at slide. "I want to climb to the top."

"Don't, son," the First Spinjitzu Master said worriedly. "It's high. You could get hurt."

"But I have to climb," Garmadon shouted again and started climbing.

"I made it, Father, I did it!" Garmadon exclaimed when he reached the top, feeling satisfied and starry-eyed.

"Garmadon, please come down," his father pleaded.

"Argh!" Garmadon grumbled irritably, but he still listened to his father and started descending.

"Father, look what I can do!" Garmadon exclaimed once again and continued jumping down the stairs despite his father's concerned calls.

"Aaaa!" he yelled and burst into tears when he fell to the ground, accidentally scratching himself on something sharp along the way.

"You should have listened to me," the First Spinjitzu Master said worriedly, taking the tearful Garmadon in his arms.

"You'll be fine, son, you'll be fine," he repeated while tightly clutching the hand that was bleeding.

~Flashback ends~

"It's all my fault," Garmadon said when he finished recounting the story. "I should have listened to my father."

"You should have," Misako gently replied, rubbing his back. "But don't blame yourself so much. After all, you were just a mischievous child."

"It's not about that. Look," Garmadon said, pointing to the white scar that ran from his shoulder to his stomach. "I also got this because I didn't want to listen to my father."

~Flashback starts:~

"Garmadon, be careful with that." The First Spinjitzu Master said to Garmadon, handing him the katana.

"This is a new trick, which is very difficult to perform. You can get hurt."

"Ha," Garmadon scoffed, looking like he was in his teens. "Don't worry."

"Be cautious, don't go so fast!" The First Spinjitzu Master shouted, while their eldest son ignored him.

"You're being silly." Garmadon retorted. "I can, AAA!" He yelled as he cut himself.

"You got hurt." The First Spinjitzu Master shouted and moved towards his son. "Let me help you."

"No." Young Garmadon shouted, moving away.

"I can do it myself." He grabbed his chest, feeling the blood trickle down.

"I'm f-fine."

Suddenly, he started shaking, but he didn't want his father to touch him.

"I-I'll do it alone. I don't need you! I don't need you!"

~Flasback ends~

"How did you wrap that?" Misako exclaimed in surprise, looking at her husband as if she was seeing him for the first time.

"That must have been a nasty wound if you now have such a big scar."

"I didn't wrap it," Garmadon began but paused to sigh. "I passed out within two seconds. My father picked me up and took care of me. I never even said sorry to him."

"You were upset," Misako told him, sitting down again. "But you should have at least told him that. It wasn't his fault. But I'm sure he understands."

"I don't exactly." Garmadon said curtly. "Out of everyone, you're the only person I've met who understands me."

"Don't say that," Misako told him. "And what about your friends?"

"This happened when I was with them in the Serpentine War." He pointed to a relatively fresh scar that ran across his leg.

~Flashback starts:~

"Just a little further," Ray said as they moved forward. "The Serpentine camp is close."

Ray, Maya, Wu, and Garmadon walked forward in silence. Suddenly, something slithered across the floor.

"Watch out!" Maya exclaimed, assuming a fighting stance.

"It's a Serpentine!" Wu said. "It's trying to attack us."

"Go towards the camp, I'll take care of this!" Garmadon bravely said, gesturing to his friends to leave.

"Are you sure, brother?" Wu asked him.

"It's just one Serpentine. You'll have to face many more. Go!"

Garmadon took a defensive position and attacked the Serpentine with his katana.

It eluded him for some time, but he managed to strike it on the head. It retreated, but not before slashing Garmadon's leg.

"AGG!" he shouted, quickly grabbing his calf. He felt warm blood trickling down his leg and could only hope the wound wasn't deep.

Every sense in his body screamed, and he could only fight to hold back tears. He wouldn't cry; the wound wasn't that deep.

"Garmadon!" Ray exclaimed in surprise when he saw his friend. The three of them headed towards him.

"Are you okay?" Maya asked him. "Let us help you."

"Please, go," Garmadon groaned.

"We can't leave you, brother," Wu insisted.

"Please." Garmadon weakly said, causing the three of them to step back.

"If you're not at the camp in two minutes, we're coming for you." Wu told him as they walked away.

~Flashback ends:~

"Ray asked me why I was angry. They never understood that I wasn't actually angry, just irritated because I got hurt. "Garmadon finished,

"I do love my friends, I just always push people away."

"You didn't push them away like you didn't push away your father," gently said Misako.

"But I did push them away with my behavior."

"There's no point in dwelling on the past now," Misako said, not knowing exactly how to comfort him.

"You're right. How did we even get on this topic?"

"I asked you how you got that scar from the slide," Misako replied.

"Ah, that," Garmadon remembered. "I have more scars, they're just not as bad as these three."

"Now I'm curious," Misako said, looking at him. Garmadon thought that her curiosity knew no bounds and smiled to himself.

"Do you want me to tell you?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"If it won't upset you like those stories before," Misako agreed, still looking at him with worried eyes.

"Alright then," Garmadon began. "I got this one on my finger from cutting myself with a knife. This one on my ear is from falling down the stairs."

"Ouch, that sounds bad," Misako said.

"Yeah, and it seems that's it, at least for now," Garmadon replied and smiled. Misako didn't share that laughter with him.

"Don't speak like that."

"I won't," he said and kissed her forehead.

"And remember, there's no point in dwelling on the past. It's important to focus on the present. If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I'm here."

"I know," Garmadon cheerfully said, happy that he could at least share the burden with someone.

"I promise I'll keep that in mind," she looked at him as if verifying the truth of his words.

He held her chin and pressed it into a kiss, not wanting the feeling of regret to return.

He knew that Misako helped him a lot, but he also knew that the feeling would come back sooner or later.

It warmed his heart to know that it would be at least a little easier.

Tell me what you think. I HOPE you have more requests, because I'm seriously running out of them🙃

I also started watching ninjago after the seventh season! I'm currently on Marc of the Oni. So now I'll be able to write much better about some of the things that happened to me, so feel free to re-request if you think it can be fixed.

#Ninjago #Fanfiction #Lord Garmadon #Young Garmadon #misako montgomery garmadon #Young misako #Wu #Master wu #Young wu #ray ninjago #maya ninjago #Garsako #Garmasako #Garmadon x misako #Misako x Garmadon #Pre-series #first spinjitzu master

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bixxelated · 1 year

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It's gotta be for all these acts of violence, and I would love to see 4, 5, 7, and 9!

aaaa thank you! <3

(ask meme for my fics)

(all these acts of violence | stranger things fanfic)

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

this one:

Implying that Will has other reasons to forgive him? Like what? Mike doesn't think he's done anything particularly special for Will since their argument… “Okay… okay. Good. And...” he takes a deep breath, “and about the other thing I said, at the garage. Y-you know I’m sorry about that too, right?” Will’s eyes soften. “I know.” “I didn’t—I don’t want to pressure you into saying anything. You don’t owe me, or anyone else, any sort of explanation, whatever you are okay? Especially if you’re not comfortable with it. But I hope you know I’ll always have your back, no matter what.” Will reaches for his hand, and squeezes. “I know, Mike.” “Okay,” Mike says, willing his racing heart to calm back down even as he squeezes back. “Good. So long as you know… good.”

love me some soft supportive almost-coming-out scenes. i always thought it was interesting that mike's outburst ("its not my fault you dont like girls!") while horrible and with some pretty awful timing... seemed to imply that... what? he noticed will has no interest in girls? he realized that it wasn't just that will was a late bloomer but something more? theres a lot of subtext there i really wanted to dig my claws into

will's always been the target of homophobic bullying as seen in previous seasons, and altho we never see the kids comment on queerness one way or another, so it seems like there HAD to have been some serious math going on mike's bratty little noggin about will's sexuality at one point? but despite growing up in a family that most likely would have frowned on those inclinations, to say the least, mike kept his questions to himself and kept being will's friend, whereas someone else might freak out, or be more confrontational or simply slowly stop being around a suspected gay person without an explanation. so playing on the dialogue after ("look, im not trying to be a bad guy" or something along those lines) i sort of wanted to expand on that headcanon a lil and kinda lean on mike wheeler's "screw the rules, i can have more than one best friend/ i like you so i will now die for you" personality

5: What part was hardest to write?

the last chapter right now I'd say part 1 of the epilogue (aka chapter 13)! mostly because it explores an aftermath that we didn't see in canon, with a bunch of ideas i had that were pretty vague and hard to make cohesive, and season 4 hadn't been mentioned much at that point so i had no idea what to expect and was kinda stressing out about deviating too much from canon. but i really had a lot of fun with putting all the scenes together and im really proud of it now

7: Where did the title come from?

from a song called revolution by misterwives! particularly the lyrics, "all these acts of violence, ripping this world to shreds/while I'm trying to sleep, oh how could I sleep?"

i thought that particular verse was pretty fitting to the whole theme of the fic (esp the whole ripping the world to shreds bit as a metaphor for the gates opening hehe) and so thats why i made it the title!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

kjhgjb uh not really? from the start acts of violence was always meant to be a fic that was going to run parallel to canon bc i do not have the energy to go fully canon divergence with this particular idea and wanted to work on some other projects like wavelength besides. akdfjdsdkgjsd it was always meant to be a sort of practice fic, almost!

but i will say that for chapter 13 there was a moment where i wanted to make mike's awakening with nancy and karen (and sam owens) to be in a military base away from hawkins, on the basis of his leg being infected with extradimensional alien bacteria that a normal hospital would have no idea how to treat and the government would want to keep a close eye on. that however felt like one plotline too many to introduce and resolve when the fic's so close to ending so i cut it out and only left some of those bits in (ie: karen's confrontation with sam, mike developing an infection, etc)

thank you for the ask!

#blogger writes fic #tp #all these acts of violence #marypsue

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lestatlioncunt · 2 years

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for the ship asks!! 1, 10, 20, 34, 39, and ahem 45 + vesper/fenix <3

aaaa thank you elliot, my two clowns...i'll shake them violently here

1.How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

answered here!

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

ohh love this one!! fenix is the designated driver, vesper can perfectly drive but she just finds it hot when it’s him driving and taking her around <3 vesper sometimes takes him on a ride with her motorcycle, he loses a few years of his life because she’s...a bit reckless.

cooking is on vesper!! mostly because out of them and daniel she’s the only one that can cook decently and doesn’t set on fire the kitchen. fenix helps sometimes but the max he does is cutting stuff like fruit, vegetable and so on.

handiwork is on fenix, he’s surprisingly good at it but i mean, he spent most of his life in the middle of nowhere fixing broken stuff. he started to get how things works. cleaning is a thing they both do, especially because neither is super organized...sometimes they trick daniel into doing all the cleaning for them kflkskj

paying the bills is absolutely on vesper because she’s the only one that remembers to actually pay them AND handling public is on her again just because fenix is terrible with people and most of the time he ends up in fights so vesper has to be the one to mediate with the public.

20. What does their home look like? Their room?

answered here!

34. Do they have any pets?

nibbles!! vesper’s cute little alien son. nibbles doesn’t really like fenix, he is still trying to accept him, they have a feud going on. fenix would love to have a dog around too, night city doesn’t allow pets except for very limited choices, he still dreams of having one :((

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

oh here we go JAKFJNKJ i think that no one exactly initiated the relationship, it sort of happened one day and they just swinged with it. something along the lines of vesper going “hey this was very couple-like to do” and fenix going “we are a couple”. that’s it. more or less the same thing happened with realizing they fell in love: it was gradual, at some point they just knew what they had going on was far more deeper than what they were showing, they didn’t dare speak about it, it was too much to admit or even talk about. the fact that the more they both fell in love the more fenix started acting distant didn’t help and well, it isn’t really nice to fall in love with someone and see them disappear from your life gradually because of that. they fell in love and broke up, legends only behaviour. BUT the first one to kiss the other was vesper and fenix doesn’t let her live this down. he tried to flirt with her for WEEKS and she kept refusing him over and over until she had him cornered against a wall and kissed him all of sudden. his surprise was immeasurable but not as much as his amusement every time he reminds vesper that she was the first one to surrender

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

i’ll be cringe sweet on this one. i think their only wish/goal at this point is just being together. no really, first the break up, then the whole johnny thing and vesper slowly dying. they both just want to be happy, to be with each other. they went through enough drama already, the best they can hope for at this point is finally being able to stay together, to love each other.

on heartbreaks and regrets...eh...hehe...OH GOD THEY SURE HAVE. fenix regrets all the time they spent apart because of him, because of his stupid acting, because instead of telling vesper he loved her, he just...kept disappearing. especially during the johnny stuff the regret fenix feels is EXTREME, vesper is going to die and he fucked up all the time they could’ve had. it’s an incredible big regret, he still thinks about all the lost time. thank god vesper takes him back because he probably would’ve died thinking about this, the greatest regret of his life: losing vesper. vesper regrets not fighting a bit harder for what they had, she sometimes thinks she let him go too easily, that she should’ve spoken up about her feelings but she was too scared, too heartbroken to do that. to her, fenix just..didn’t love her? if he truly loved her then he wouldn’t leave her like that. sorry vesper he is a bit dumb forgive him

and well all of that links to heartbreak: what fenix did is one of the biggest heartbreaks vesper has ever been through. in fact, when she decides to give him a second chance the ghost of heartbreak 2.0 still lingers around her. she’s scared that he will fall back into his old habits but ultimately bites and gives him a second shot. life is too short to dwell on heartbreak, she learned that. i think the biggest heartbreak for fenix is not only the pain he let vesper go through but the moment he saw her with rogue. the anger and sorrow he felt as he saw vesper with someone else...GOD. THAT’S WHEN HE REALIZED he was scared he lost her forever, 300 regrets floading him. he never thought that looking at her with someone else could break his heart THAT much </3 (that’s also why he hates and antagonizes rogue sososo much kjnkfkl)

ask game || oc page

#ask games #ask #steelport #oc: fenix #oc: vesper #sobbing and crying and screaming but also loving them so much...THAT LAST QUESTION TOOK ME TF OUT GOD #thank youuu elliot i'm sending you a kiss MWAH loved these prompts <33

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shineigami · 2 years

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Your prompts are so good help?'?'?" Can i request Zhongli with prompt 9 or 10 (if you prefer 10, i was hoping for some hurt-comfort there AAAA) i cant choose tbh HAJDHHD THEYRE ALL RLLY GOOD

I love you anon????? Take all my love like hellO? You have fed my ego too much T_T but sure thing!

I hope you're fine with prompt #9 I can't handle too much angst at the moment aha.

what is.. Love?

Warnings: none except it's kind of angsty? I don't think it's the best thing but the ending looks rushed.

Pronouns: gender neutral

Synopsis: the person whom you promised to marry when you were a child shows up back in your life with a proposal for marriage?

it had been a while since he showed up in your life, you thought you moved on and truly had you never once pondered where the young man whom you had promised marriage to went. It was like a gust of wind, you met and you left.

It wasn't until later of October you were getting some baked goods from the bakery and from the corner of your eye you saw a man in a suit, not thinking much of it you thought it's some rich person making a appearance in the country. Yes, you were awfully wrong but now's not the time to think about past mistakes.

You thanked the cashier and grabbed the bag in which you brought stuff when you get a text from your mother who looked rather excited? She had texted you something along the lines of ‘ come home soon, I have an amazing surprise for you! ’ now surprise and your mom weren't a good look together but all you could do is sigh and pray to God that it's not about her telling you you're going somewhere else.

You arrived at home only to hear chatting and laughter coming from the room beside “I'm home?” you let out a confused yet Loud voice hoping people in the house would explain something to you. Alas you were ignored and had no choice but to walk up and open the door with an annoyed expression only to be met with the face of the person who you left in your memories.

‘oh lord’ you mumbled inside your head, you felt like fainting on the spot! How could he just show up? “zhongli...” that name you spoke felt so foreign to you, it felt like speaking to a stranger.

“you're back home! Great I don't have to tell you later then, remember zhongli? He's a business man now! He's grown up so fast hasn't he? .... ... ........ ... ..” and so on your mother kept talking as everything she said went in one ear and out the other.

“aha, it's nothing ma'am I was fulfilling my promise of asking their hand in marriage” your childhood friend replied to your mothers words while his gaze was fixed on you. Why was he here? Did he not leave without any notice? You knew it's rude yet you can't help but ask “why?... Why now?” and all his stupid face did was smile.

You despised that smile now, you wanted to erase it from your mind and yes, you held a grudge and it maybe childish but he cannot just come back one day to ask your hand in marriage to fulfill a stupid promise made by a bunch of six year old's??

He tried approaching you but you weren't in the mood to deal with him just when you got him out of your mind. He came back, why did he come back it kept repeating in your head. You pushed him away when he gripped your wrist “listen, I don't want to start a drama so please just get out” you said straightforwardly “are you still mad at me about the sudden disappearance?” he asked you oh so calmly, how can he even be calm..

“it's not just that! Why the hell would you come back to fulfill a stupid promise we made as children!” he looked down, was he embarrassed?? You didn't get this man at all..

“I love you, that's why I came back.. ” that reply shocked you, he had feelings.. For you? What even.. What even is love? You remember recklessly saying I love you to just about anyone when you were growing up, never did you have any interest in dating either.

“marriage.. Marriage is too sudden for me, I need time! I don't even know why the hell you still 'love me' or why you left...” you felt weird almost anxious your voice felt panicked like you just wanted to run away from everything and hope this was a nightmare.

Zhongli ran a hand on your head to help you calm down “right, my apologies for being so sudden.. How about I start from courting you like I used to?” his voice was calm and gentle as he slowly pulled you into a hug. You were sure your mother was listening in on all of this but you didn't really care you just wanted to hug him and let out all the pent up stuff in your mind.

“alright.. Thank you zhongli, I.. I'm kind of glad you're back but you still need to explain why you were gone without any notice before hand” you smiled at him as he pulled you in for a small hug. It went like it used to before when you both were little.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #zhongli genshin #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you #genshin angst

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tropictheo · 3 years

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not sure if your requests are still open but if they are, can you do suggestive make out sessions with to1

yep, my requests are temporarily open so i can still write for you guys without getting overwhelmed! thank you for sending in a request!

also, i kinda went a little bit farther with these than just suggestive (bc i have no self control), hope you still like this though!

jaeyun

i don’t feel like he’d initiate make out sessions most of the time, but he definitely wouldn’t turn them down if you asked him

he’d totally smile into the kiss aaaa!!!

he’d be so soft,,, he’d love taking his time feeling your lips on his and the way your breath hitches as he trails his hands over your thighs

making out doesn’t always lead to sex, but he thinks it’s a great segue into giving you head, since he can kiss down your body before pressing his tongue against your panties

but again, he can be super soft during make out sessions, like pulling away to gaze into your eyes and push your hair out of your face gently andjfkdksk

chihoon

pls i picture him as a pouty baby when he wants to make out with you

the type to sigh loudly until you finally give him a kiss, and he’ll deepen it and then pull you into his lap

he’d pull away and whisper in your ear about how much he’s thought about fucking you, his dirty words making you clench around nothing

his hands on your ass, slowly helping you roll your hips before you’re suddenly getting yourself off on his thigh, you moaning into his mouth

donggeon

initiates most of the time bc he just loves be as close to you as possible

to him making out is one of the greatest forms of intimacy, since it feels like all of his senses are filled with only you

the type to lazily make out with you in bed before going to sleep, his hands sliding down to grab your hips and pull you closer

and it can escalate to dry humping, him shallowly thrusting against your thigh as he grows harder in his sweatpants

chan

i feel like it’d be 50/50 on who initiates making out

like i can picture him coming up behind you while you’re cooking or something, placing his hands on your waist and kissing your neck before turning you around to make out

i can see him enjoying making out while standing??

like with you against the wall, your bodies pressed against each other as the kiss becomes more heated and he feels you sink down a little bc he’s making your knees weak eeeee

jisu

loves teasing you, so he’d peck you on the lips before running away, making you chase him to initiate a full make out session

god he’s such a brat ajsjfofk

and he’s the definition of duality like one second he’s being goofy and laughing into the kiss and the next second he’s holding your jaw and sliding his tongue into your mouth

absolutely does not care if the kiss gets messy, he wants to swap spit with you tbh

minsu

even though he enjoys making out, you’d have to initiate it most of the time

he’s just too shy to ask you outright

making out is one of the quickest ways to put him in sub space, and soon he’s begging you to touch him

you sitting on his lap on the couch, your hands on his chest as you slowly roll your hips over his crotch while making out

then pushing him back so he’s laying down, his shining eyes gazing at you as you pull down his pants and take his cock into your mouth, a delicious whine escaping his lips

j.you

initiates making out

he just loves your lips so much okay??

9 times out of 10, make out sessions lead to sex lol

once he sees how your lips get a little bit red from making out, he’s in full on dom mode

he’ll shove his fingers into your mouth and push your panties to the side so he can slide in, loving the way you moan around his digits

kyungho

50/50 on who starts the make out session

the kisses turn desperate super quickly

he’s the type to groan into the kiss before pulling away and saying that he needs to be inside you

he seems like he’d also be into lazily making out after sex

most of the time it’d be soft and romantic, kind of like he’s thanking you for being his,,,, but it doesn’t take much for him to get in the mood for a second round

jerome

you initiate it most of the time

pls he’d be so flustered but so grateful all at the same time ajsjfjfkfjgk

another one to smile into the kiss bc he can’t believe how happy you make him and how lucky he is to have you

you can tell when he’s needy because his hands have a mind of their own while making out, like he’d slowly trace over your shoulders before his fingers draw circles around your nipples

you’d pull away for a second to breathe and he’d immediately start kissing your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the line of your shoulder

woonggi

the type to walk around silently with his arms crossed and a pouty face when he wants something from you, so you’d have to ask him what’s wrong

he’d say something like “i just think it’s funny how i, your boyfriend, haven’t gotten a single kiss from you in 24 hours.”

so then you’d chuckle and walk up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving him a heartfelt kiss before pulling away to continue whatever you were doing

he’d grab your wrist before you can get too far away and pull you into an embrace, kissing you more passionately this time, turning his fake annoyance into sexual tension as he threads his fingers into your hair and pulls slightly

#to1 smut #smut headcanons #jaeyun smut #chihoon smut #donggeon smut #chan smut #jisu smut #minsu smut #j.you smut #kyungho smut #jerome smut #woonggi smut

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dongofthewolf · 3 years

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A Heart’s a Heavy Burden

Abby Anderson x GN! Reader

After arriving on Catalina Island, Abby is afraid to let her guard down. She lives with this constant crushing weight on her chest that she fears will never leave her. It’s not until she meets the reader that things begin to change.

Warnings: Copious amounts of fluff, swearing, basically just a lot of cute shit lol

Anon requested one where the reader goes on a hike with Abby and Lev, I hope you guys enjoy (especially if you requested it) <3 it’s been really nice getting back into writing and this request was so adorable aaaa.

A/N: I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted and for that I apologize. In the meantime, I hope this will suffice. Also peep the Howl’s Moving Castle quote I used for the title lol

After the death of her father and that night in the theatre, Abby has come to the realization that pain and suffering is nothing if not inevitable. There has never been a point in time in which an instance of joy or peace is not soon followed by the truest forms of human depravity. When Abby and Lev arrived in Santa Barbara she thought things would be different. She was filled with this brand new feeling of optimism that she thought was long forgotten, and for the first time in forever she had hope.

Then—almost as if some higher being was mocking her for finally letting her guard down—the Rattlers happened, and it all came crashing down. As easily as a sandcastle is destroyed by the tide, that newfound happiness was gone in an instant and that feeling of despair returned once again. She had almost become accustomed to the suffering and heartache that accompanied those short increments of happiness.

So when Abby and Lev arrived on Catalina Island, naturally Abby was incredibly grateful, but she was also fucking terrified. The moment that she stepped onto the shore, Abby vowed to never let her guard down again. She never wanted to see Lev hurt again, especially after everything he’d already been through.

It’s easy to imagine how difficult life can be when every happy moment is squandered by the fear of something inevitably terrible happening. It’s been months on Catalina Island and that normalcy Abby has missed so much was beginning to return, yet she is still afraid. A large part of Abby knows that being captured by the Rattlers isn’t her fault, but nevertheless she still feels this tremendous weight on her chest. Bearing down on her, compressing her into something small.

There is something different about Catalina Island though. Something that makes Abby feel as though—despite everything that has already happened—things will be different here. It’s you.

You were one of the first faces Abby saw when her and Lev arrived on the shore. She had sustained multiple injuries and was suffering from severe starvation and dehydration, Lev the same. You however were in the infirmary for a fractured ankle, and due to the shortage of space she was placed in the bed next to yours.

There was something you noticed about Abby the moment she sat down next to you. You couldn’t quite place it at the time but thinking back, it was definitely her eyes. There was so much pain behind them. You didn’t know why or how you knew, but it was there. Maybe it was because you had seen that same pain in the mirror that sits idle in the darkness of your room, the one covered by a tattered white sheet. It didn’t matter though, because all you knew was that the pain was there, and you wanted nothing more than to show her that life can be okay.

You woke up early today, laying in bed and trying to shake the sleep from your body, you counted the dust particles that floated in the small beam of sunlight that peeked through your window. While you lay basking in the warmth and stillness of your bedroom, you heard a quiet knock on your door. A small voice followed, it was Lev.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You carefully rolled out of bed before slipping on a hoodie and answering the door.

When you opened the door Lev had a huge smile on his face. “Hi Y/N!”

That was something you really admired about him. Even after everything him and Abby had been through, he was just full of this giddy optimism that continued to wonder you every day.

“Hey Lev, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come on a hike with Abby and I? Apparently there’s something she wants to show you.”

“Of course, I’d love to! Just let me get ready and I’ll head down in a bit.” Just as the words slipped out Lev embraced you tightly. You giggled as he leapt into your arms.

“Awesome! I’ll go let Abby know.” Lev released you from his grip before hurriedly running downstairs.

When you found the two waiting outside your room, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of Abby and her adorable freckles. She looked so much happier now, having grown her hair out a bit and built up some of the muscle mass she had lost.

“You ready to go?” Abby had her hands hooked in the straps of her backpack as she took a small step closer to you.

“You bet your ass I am.”

As Abby led you and Lev along the shoreline you noticed how her skin was almost glowing. You figured it was most likely a product of all the time she spent helping out in the California sun.

Rather than resting like any normal person would’ve, as soon as Abby was back on her feet, she was desperate to help out as much as she could. Whether it was patrolling the beaches or running the farms, she didn’t care. She just wanted to help.

It seemed like it was a way for her to somehow compensate for being rescued off of the coast, and you wished you could tell her that she didn’t owe anyone anything—that after everything she went through to get here, there was nothing to repay. Of course though, it’s difficult to console someone when they haven’t exactly told you what was troubling them.

The shoreline bordered between an abundance of rocky cliffs and the tide, and the area was littered with lush greenery. Lev walked ahead of the two of you, jumping from rock to rock with surprising ease.

“Be careful Lev! There are sharks in that water you know.” Abby yelled at Lev to no avail. It was sweet how protective she was over him, even though she knew he wouldn’t fall.

You lightly nudged Abby’s shoulder with yours, the warmth of her skin against yours was comforting. You gave her a small reassuring smile. “He’ll be fine Abs, you know he can handle himself.”

Abby sighed, looking down for a brief moment before continuing. “You’re right… I just worry you know.”

“Yeah, I get it. You know, you’re actually pretty cute when you get all protective.” You said it teasingly, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a small ounce of truth to the words.

Abby smiled, blushing at the comment, but it was difficult to tell in the sunlight. She was grateful the sun had already made her cheeks a light shade of pink. “Shut up.”

It was nice with Abby and Lev. You spent the day burying Abby in the sand on the beach and chasing the crabs that hid under the rocks with Lev. Abby had packed a whole bunch of food in her bag, and the three of you quickly devoured it all.

While Lev was building a shark out of sand, you and Abby laid side by side as you basked in the warm sun. After a bit you felt a shift next to you as Abby rolled on her side, leaning on her arm while she looked down towards you.

“Hey.” Her voice was quiet, soft, similar to Lev’s when he woke you up this morning.

You opened your eyes and nearly melted at the sight before you. Abby was completely shielding the sun from your face which created a halo effect that outlined her entire head. The small strands of hair that stuck out of her ponytail glowed like threads of gold, and you could see clearly now the freckles that danced across her face all the way down to her arms.

You replied with a soft smile on your face as you laid there admiring all the little details of her face. “Hey.”

“Can I show you something?”

You gave her a small nod. “Do you want me to get Lev?” As you began sitting up Abby put her hand on your arm to stop you.

“Actually, I was kind of hoping it could just be us. Is that okay?” There was a small hint of nervousness in her voice and you weren’t sure if it was due to the thought of leaving Lev alone, or if it was from something else.

“I would love that.” The corner of Abby’s mouth curled into a small smile at your answer.

The both of you stood up from the sand, brushing the excess off of your pants. Abby jogged over to Lev and whispered something quietly before quickly returning to you.

When you and Abby began walking away from the beach you heard Lev’s voice in the distance. “Have Y/N back by ten o’clock young man, I have a hunting rifle and I know how to use it!”

Abby rolled her eyes as she yelled back in response. “Yeah, yeah.”

You looked at Abby with a confused face. “He has a hunting rifle?”

“Nah, I think he got it from a movie. I need to stop showing him those old rom-coms.” Abby chuckled as she responded and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as well. It’s almost annoying how infectious her laughter was.

Eventually, the two of you reached a long stream of rushing water. It wasn’t too deep, but if you were to fall in, the current was definitely strong enough to swiftly sweep you away.

There was a tiny path of rocks that travelled in a crooked line across the stream, and it was obvious it hadn’t been used in a long time. “Please tell me we aren’t going this way.”

“Come on Y/N, I got you. You trust me right?” Abby didn’t wait for a response as she grabbed your hand and led you across the mossy rocks.

As you reached the last rock, you let out a breath of relief. All you had to do was prop yourself over the log in front of you and you were home free. Carefully, as you reached your arms up to grip onto the ridges of the bark with your fingertips, you somehow lost your footing and slipped. You yelped and nearly fell face first into the jagged rocks below you, but luckily before you could, you felt a strong arm grab your waist. Abby almost on instinct quickly hoisted you up and onto the log just before you fell to your death.

While you laid your body down on the dirty log in an attempt to calm the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins. Abby nonchalantly stood up next to you with a huge grin, acting as if you didn't just see your life flash before your eyes two seconds ago. “See? I got you. Now let’s go.”

You groaned. “Can I get a second? I nearly just died back there.”

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N, you know I’d never let anything happen to you.” Abby grabbed your hand and dragged you over the log. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

She wasn’t wrong about it not being far (and for that you were extremely grateful). It only took a couple more minutes until you finally reached your destination, and the moment you saw it, you were speechless.

Before you was a small clearing that had a view of the entire island. There were two large trees with ripe oranges hanging from it’s branches, and an abundance of wildflowers that danced in the wind like small fairies. The sunlight that shone through the leaves on the trees reminded you of the small beam of light that you were admiring this morning, except this was a thousand times more beautiful.

“Holy shit Abs.” It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, and to get to see it with Abby was seriously a dream come true.

“You know, if you don’t like it we can always head back.” Abby teased.

“Oh shut up.” You plopped down onto the soft grass beneath you, breathing in the warm air and letting the blades encompass your body. You noticed Abby was still standing and quickly patted the grass beside you “Lay down with me, you gotta experience it from here.”

Abby lowered herself tentatively beside you, and although she tried to hide it, you could tell out of the corner of your eye that her gaze was fixed on you.

Things between you and Abby have always been pretty platonic; sure you guys flirted every once in a while but it never extended beyond that. And as much as you’d like for the two of you to be more, you never wanted to overstep your bounds. You didn’t want to burden Abby with your feelings especially if she didn’t share them, and you definitely didn’t want to ruin your friendship. It was hard sometimes trying to ignore the longing in your heart—trying to ignore the urge to jump into her arms and kiss her whenever she gave you that adorable freckled smile, but you knew it was for the best.

However, with her gaze fixed upon you, and your fingers just inches away, something in you couldn’t help but move your pinkie just slightly in search of hers. It was a small touch. So small it could almost be accidental, but something in both of you knew it wasn’t.

You heard Abby’s breath hitch quietly and nearly pulled your hand back, but then you felt hers move towards yours. Slowly, Abby’s fingertips traced lines against your hand before lacing them together with yours. The gesture was so sweet you nearly melted.

When you turned your head to face her, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes squinted closed like she was waiting for a bomb to go off. It was in that moment that you realized she felt the same longing that you did—that she knew of the ache that occupied your heart, and everything just clicked.

You tightened your grip on her hand as you brought her fist to your lips, planting a soft kiss on her knuckles. The act softened her expression and she opened her eyes to look at you with that damned smile on her face.

Abby propped herself up the same way she had at the beach, looking down at you with those beautiful blue eyes. The wind blew loose strands of hair across her face, and you reached up to brush them behind her ear. But instead of retracting your hand, you rested your palm lightly against her cheek, tracing small circles with your thumb.

Leaning closer, Abby finally broke the silence. “Hey Y/N?”

Your voice was quiet and raspy as you responded with a small. “Yeah?”

She was closer now, her nose against yours and her warm breath fanning across your face. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t respond. Instead you closed the small gap with your lips, kissing Abby tenderly. It was the kind of kiss you couldn’t ever explain to anyone, like a dream you couldn’t quite recall but knew was good. It was perfect.

You could feel her smiling against your mouth as she ran her fingers through your hair and down to your chin.

When Abby pulled away she had this stupid grin on her face, and it was easily the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” Abby laid back down next to you as she let out a sigh of relief.

As you rolled over to rest your head on her chest, Abby’s arm moved to hold you closer. “You’re kidding, right?” She looked at you, urging you to continue. “Abby, I’ve been waiting to do that ever since you gave me that seashell in the infirmary.”

Your heart swelled as you recalled how nervous she was—how she didn’t say a word to you the entire time there, until that day when she shakily introduced herself. It was one of the sweetest gestures anyone had ever done for you, and you’ve adored her ever since.

Abby blushed when you brought up the seashell. She remembers that day clearly; you were leaving the infirmary because your ankle had finally healed, and she saw her opportunity to meet you begin to narrow. Abby initially wasn’t going to go up to you because she was way too afraid, but Lev had seen the way Abby looked at you and forced her to go over and introduce herself.

He is pretty much the entire reason you and Abby were here in the first place, having given Abby that small purple seashell so she could give it to you.

As you lay there listening to the sound of Abby’s heartbeat you heard a rustle in the bushes nearby and nearly jumped out of your skin. Abby quickly stood up, the both of you backing away from the noise. Reaching for the closest thing to you, you grabbed a stick and pointed it towards the source of the rustling. “Who’s there?”

Relief flooded through you as Lev jumped out with his hands up, screaming sarcastically. “Oh no! Please don’t murder me with that tiny stick.”

While Lev giggled hysterically, both you and Abby groaned.

“So did you guys finally kiss or did all my work go to waste?”

Abby rolled her eyes as she reached out to nudge Lev. “You’re such a goober.”

Lev looked at the two of you suspiciously as he crossed his arms. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Abby gave him an amused face as she reached for you without warning, picking you up bridal style. And you couldn’t help but giggle as she leaned in and planted a short kiss on your lips. Abby then pulled away and placed you back on your feet, looking at Lev as she spoke “Did that answer your question?”

Lev excitedly embraced the both of you with a gigantic smile of his face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You and Abby looked at each other happily as you answered in unison. “Trust me, we know.”

The three of you spent the rest of the evening in that small clearing. Abby held Lev on her shoulders as he picked ripe oranges from the trees, and when the sun began to set you lay in Abby’s arms as you watched the cascading pinks and oranges in the clouds paint the sky.

While you lay in Abby’s arms she looked at you with a sense of contentment that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Time had healed the wounds that decorated Abby’s arms, and though the emotional baggage still weighed heavy on her heart, life was brighter here with the Fireflies—with Y/N.

She knew in that moment that it didn’t matter if things came crashing down as it almost always did. The pain and suffering of life was worth enduring because Abby no longer feared the inevitable. She had found something to fight for here and as long as she had you and she had Lev, Abby would continue to fight regardless of the obstacles that stood in her way.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagine #the last of us imagine #request #one shot #fluff #gn reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us part 2

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sukiglycerin · 3 years

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offer up your heart! || tomura shigaraki.

* pairing: tomura shigaraki x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff !! (does prose count?)

* words: 1, 142

* warnings: a bit of insecure shigaraki, so many metaphors

* original request: AAAA IM SO SCARED! i didn’t see any list of specific stuff you don’t accept, so could i request a shigaraki x reader fluff where he’s lowkey obsessed and holds off telling her he loves her? i’m just looking for cute shigaraki stuff bc everything is only smut-

* a/n: so the inspiration for this fic also inspired me to pick up the snk manga, once again, and finish it. sasageyo, what a moving song you are. i know most translations say it means "devote your heart," but "offer up" sounds more eloquent for this scenario. it was truly a pleasure to write for shigaraki! i hope you enjoy this. @toishi is the best for proofreading this.

love is a fickle thing for tomura shigaraki, a slippery word that budges from the back of his throat and holds his heart so tenderly he fears it might break. it's love that has him so apprehensive to what he considers the "normal world," where love is laced in the very core of humanity, polishing words he hears while walking in public and glazing every action and gesture of those around him. everywhere he wanders, love is nonchalantly offered from human to human, as if it is not the most vulnerable part of them that clasps the entirety of their existence as a human so. love is not something tomura can think of himself offering up anytime soon - no, no, it leaves him too vulnerable and weak.

but then again, love has never been something you asked of tomura, has it? you've never asked for more than what he gave, finding comfort in your shared silences and his feeble attempts at affection. you've never asked him to do more than what he's comfortable doing; you don't want his heart on a platter offered up to you in a dazzling spectacle. you know his heart is yours already. if it's for you, he thinks he can be a hero of some sort.

it's a funny thought, seizing his stomach and twisting it, leaving him queasy. him, a hero when he destroys everything he touches? you put these naive thoughts into his head, sentiments unfelt for over a decade by him. he can't even complain, a fool in love. he, perhaps the good guy in your fairytale, even when he's terrified to touch you most days - terrified of a fuck-up, to lose everything and you with one wrong move. he's so- so apprehensive, even after a year, because everytime he closes his eyes he can see his dog, his sister - you. he wants to hold your hand but he can't even do that - what sort of lover was he, unable to properly love? he's afraid that one day he'll mess up and his euphoric rome will come crumbling down, scattering at his feet so that all he sees in front of him is a vast plane of dust and mirages of what once was. he doesn't want your hand to be all he has left of you. he cusses himself, because why is this his life?

but you're patient and you hold him with those gentle hands of yours, brushing the hair out of his tired eyes. you say it's okay, as if you can read his intrusive thoughts and push them out with the hands of your words. one day, he'll tell you.

one day, he'll verbalize the bubbling feelings within him, even though he doesn't need to. he loves you, every morning and every evening and every moment in between. he loves you in every waking moment so much that it consumes his being as a whole until he cannot recognize himself, and all he sees in his reflection is you.

somedays he'd stare at his hands, at his fingertips - delicate and lithe, yet capable of so, so much atrocious destruction. he'd run a line along the miniscule ridges of his fingerprints, tracing the patterns that created the life he has today. in his endeavors they were useful, but he'd always cuss them out. he never wanted this. he swears again under his breath as he drags his nail across the pad of his finger.

one day you caught him doing this, looking so loathesomely at his hands, at its power. you hesitantly show him gloves, only if he wants. they're black and all the fingers save the pinkie are missing. you tell him that this way, all five of his fingers won't be touching something at once.

like this, looking into your nervous eyes, tomura thinks he knows what love is. he thinks he knows of the mysterious matter making up his heart and clouding his senses, and he tells you he loves the gloves. they're just substitute words for the true message, but you know them. i love you too, you say.

he tries the gloves and it takes a while for him to get used to them. they work, of course, and now his pinkie won't have to feel so lonely anymore. the first thing he holds is an apple, with all five of his fingers, rather than an awkward position leaving his pinkie stuck out. the bottom of it's comfortably in his palm, half of the sensation obscured by the soft fabric, and his fingers wrap around the shiny, red flesh of the fruit. the stem grazes the side of his pointer finger, and he's acutely aware of the bumps and curves his hand wraps around. he memorizes the weight of the apple against his pinkie and its stable solidness with his whole hand around it. and for seconds, for minutes - it stays like that, as if time never passed. it stays in his hand, uncrumbling, and-hm

"tomura, love? why are you staring so intensely at an apple?" you walk into the living room, sitting next to him on the couch.

he immediately abandons the apple, setting it in the fruit bowl on the table. he looks at you, this time, and outstretches a slow, hesitant hand towards you. your eyes fixate on it, mesmerized by the action. there's a light shimmering behind your irises. for a split second, tomura thinks that he'd hate to be the one to knock out that light, then his hand is reeling back. before his arm can settle at its typical position by his side, your hand reaches for his wrist. you have a tender grip on his wrist as you bring it back up to your face, leaning your cheek to his cold hand.

you appear to revel in the sensation, and tomura doesn't know whether his heart tumbles or somersaults. has he abandoned you for so long? it tugs at his heart strings, but your reassuring smile plays a melodious tune with them. he traces the features of your face with his thumb, from the bridge of your nose to its tip, brushing your lips and following your cheekbone up. you rest your hand on top of his, keeping his in place, and close your eyes. happiness dances on your relaxed features, a graceful waltz captivating his attention.

though he doesn't say it, he knows it. he knows of the promise he's made himself and he almost utters it. your love feels tangible, soft and resolute in his hand. it's a blanket he once feared that he can now wholeheartedly embrace. he plants a careful, gentle kiss on your cheek - he loves you, he's sure, unconditionally and fearlessly. his heart may not be on a platter, but he trusts it in your hands.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #bnha x reader #shigaraki fluff #bnha fluff #shigaraki tomura #bnha x gender neutral reader #luna's writing

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what-the-fic-khr · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you are doing well! I’ve been a fan of your writing for a while now and appreciate your work very much! If it’s okay can I request Earl Grey, Pomegranate and Rooibos tea for Tsunayoshi? c: It doesn’t matter if it’s TYL! or not whatever you feel comfortable doing I just been in a Tsuna mood lately lmao. Please take your time and take care of yourself when writing too!

aaaa thank you so much anon, you’re so sweet!! you mentioning that, it made me realise I’ve been writing a lot of TYL lol so I chose present Tsuna!! he’s so wonderful I love him,,, thank you for the request, hope this was good and don’t be afraid to drop by again!!

character/s: sawada tsunayoshi, appearances by reborn, gokudera hayato and sawada iemitsu, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: nothing actually but for those who don’t like him, Iemitsu makes an appearance in one

prompt: tea prompts (earl grey tea, pomegranate tea and rooibos tea)

earl grey; how did they court their s/o?

Tsuna’s absolutely the type to just... not be good at this process lol. at this point in the relationship, he’s a lot more attentive of how he acts around you, tries to not look as dumb around you, stuff like that. but trying to get him to outwardly express any feelings is probably Not going to work

“So just add this together–“

“Oh, [Name].” Reborn nodded in greeting, and you smiled, waving gently in return. You’d come over to help the boys with studying, as per Reborn’s request. “Thank you for coming.”

“Ah, of course! I’m happy to help!”

Tsuna got to his feet quickly, and he would’ve pulled a face at Hayato’s supportive whispering had you not been right there.

“Sorry for the bother...! We’ve already gotten half way through, so you won’t have to do this for long.”

“That’s good! You must be working hard, then!”

Ah. You were so nice.

Reborn waved a hand at his student. “Go get them something to drink, since they’re here to help you.”

“Right! Is there anything—“

You jumped a little when Tsuna fell, the familiar sound of Lambo’s laughter ringing back once the brunet hit the floor.

You tried to ignore Hayato’s yelling at the child, instead focusing on the boy in front of you. “Ahh, Tsuna-san, are you okay?”

You crouched down and set a hand on his shoulder, brows furrowing. “Are you hurt?”

Tsuna was still, resting his forehead on the floor. God, if he could just look cool in front of you for one minute, that’d be nice.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

probably something kind of domestic and cute, maybe with his mother or dealing with both parents and the kids or something. just really soft, intimate kind of family stuff, I think

“Dad, leave them alone-“

“It’s fine, Tsuna! I don’t get to see them as often as you do, so let me have my fun.”

You waved your hands, smiling reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Tsuna-kun. I like being able to spend time with Iemitsu-san when he’s down, as much as Nana-san. I don’t mind.”

Tsuna’s shoulders slumped when his father grinned triumphantly, but nodded once. His father liked you quite a bit and while that was good, he could get a little annoying about it sometimes. He could handle it when his mother did it, in comparison.

He watched you humour Iemitsu in his stories, dreaming about one day going to Italy one day for a visit, asking about his subordinates, all kinds of things, and he sighed softly.

At the very least, you seemed happy to indulge him, and that kept him in line.

“Maybe one day you two could move together to Italy and live happily ev–“

“Dad, seriously!”

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

because his life is always so, so busy, he prefers to just do basically nothing. school and the mafia always have him on his feet, so he likes to just relax with you; anywhere is fine as long as it’s a nice, calm day

“Oh, this one looks fun!” You were digging through the video games Tsuna owned, and you held up the fighting game you’d found. “The case is broken.”

You fiddled with the case curiously, reading over the premise of the game. Tsuna had waved off your concern. “It’s because Lambo and I play it pretty often, so it’s gotten pretty worn.”

“Oh, this is the one he talked about! ‘I can beat loser Tsuna at this one all day!’, he said.”

Tsuna pulled a face at this, and you laughed along. “He’s lying. Do you want to play it?”

“Yes!” You held it up over your head, eyes bright. “I want to see if I’m better than you and Lambo! You have to teach me first, though.”

He nodded quickly, shuffling closer so he could insert the disk and hand you a controller.

“Sure, sure. This button does this...”

#sawada tsunayoshi #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #mine #27 #tea prompts #requests #thank you I love Tsuna #I write a lot of TYL on here don’t I lol #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr x reader #sawada tsunayoshi x reader

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new written on the margins question!!! It’s Atsumu Time (though tbh i could also see this happening with best flower girl oikawa too but i’m Biased)

so you go to a relative’s wedding and you bring atsumu with you bc like why not?? he’s met your family already, might as well introduce him to your extended family too BUT you soon regret this so much because him and his charismatic big mouf are getting along TOO well with everyone and now your cousins and sibling(s) are telling embarrassing stories to him about you when you were younger OOGH i can imagine a lot of relatives being like ??? how’d you manage to date a famous volleyball player what’s ur secret?!?

but the Real Threat is with the older aunts and grandmas, who pinch your cheeks while talking about how small you were when they last saw you and how you’ve grown up so beautifully now that you’re older not to mention you’ve got yourself a handsome boyfriend—when’s the wedding?? at this question you CHOKE on your drink and atsumu snickers at your predicament and how flustered you are but still pats your back as you cough and try to recollect your bearings

BUT. you’ve got a little surprise that admittedly you’re quite nervous about!! this is based off of how a few years ago in 2015 i went to the philippines to visit family—my grandparents on my dad’s side had their wedding anniversary and they were renewing their vows i think?? anyways i was asked to sing a song for them at their reception (this also happened when i was younger, probably around 2007/2008 at the wedding anniversary for my grandparents on my mom’s side; all of us grandkids were tasked on preparing a little performance at the reception too)

you’re called up to the stage to sing a lil something and at first atsumu’s like eh? what’s this? but you’re like AH......WELL.....YOU’LL SEE....and when you start singing and playing guitar or something he’s just like :0!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S ENTRANCED......HE FUMBLES WITH HIS PHONE TO RECORD YOU SO HE CAN SAVE THIS FOREVER WHY DIDN’T YA TELL HIM YOU COULD SING OR THAT YOU WERE DOING ALL THIS HUH—🌸

— from elle ! aaah sakuranon ngl i saw “philippines” and my filipino self went 👀 oh? 👀 anyways, tsumu would be so so adorable when meeting family like this charming mf would just make everyone in the room fall in love with him <33 anyways, short lil scenario feat. yn and a very soft atsumu. thank you for this it made me v giddy aaaa i hope you are having a wonderful day <3 this also got a little too long i'm so sorry :<<

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“please, just stop.” you groaned, fingertips rubbing your temples in frustration, elbows resting on the table. meanwhile, atsumu has been laughing it up with your aunts, letting them pinch his cheeks and swoon over how adorable he was. and of course, your boyfriend is eating all that attention up, giving out compliments left, right, and center, “aw, c’mon. ya don’t even look a day over thirty.”

you shut your eyes, resting your forehead on the edge of the table, truly wishing that you were anywhere else — trying your best to drown out whichever drunk cousin was singing his heart out on the stage, interjecting every now and then with some ramble on how “true love does exist. right, everyone?”

there’s hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles, “what’s wrong, babe? ya alright?”

looking up at him, you sit up straight to gently shove his shoulder, “of course i am, my family’s fallen in love with my boyfriend and telling him every single story from my youth. i feel wonderful!”

atsumu threw his head back in laughter, grinning at the huff that escaped you, the pout on your lips, the way you crossed your arms in front of your chest, the complete tone of sarcasm that laced your words. is it possible that he could fall in love with you even more? part of him should feel bad that he’s taking in every word about the story of your first crush, or watching every single dance performance you’ve ever put on for the family from the ages 3 to 7. “that’s great, ‘m havin’ a lot of fun too.”

he kissed your forehead before returning to watch seven year old you’s rendition of the themes song of your favorite show, “d’ya have anymore of these and could ya send ‘em to me?”

your aunt grinned, “of course, sweetie. but how do i do that?”

you opened your mouth to retort, to save yourself from any more embarrassment, when you hear you name getting called. just like that, your heartbeat increases tenfold, placing a hand over your heart to calm yourself down as you release a shaky breath.

atsumu furrowed his brows as you stood from your seat. he grabs your hand before you could get too far from him, “babe? why are they calling’ for ya?”

a nervous smile forms on your face, “you’ll see.”

he lets go of your hand as the furrow in his brows just grew deeper, confusion only increasing even as you took the mic in your hands, voice trembling ever so slightly as you spoke into the mic, “this is for the happy couple. i wish you a lifetime of love and light.”

the second the music started to play, atsumu is standing from his seat, trying to get as close to the stage as possible. his hands fumbled for his phone, fishing it out of his pocket, almost slipping between his fingers before he could press record.

you tried to keep your eyes away from him, knowing that it will only trip you up as your cue to sing finally came, “hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you’ve cast. this is la vie en rose.”

atsumu practically squealed, completely breathless from your singing voice. there are times where he had heard you humming around your apartment, but this was a completely different experience. how could someone's heart stop and speed up at the exact same time? he was transfixed, entranced, everyone in the room had melted away into nothing.

your heart fluttered at the sight of the newly-wedded couple slow dancing to your singing, closing your eyes every now and then as you took in the lyrics you sang, the air of love filling the entirety of the reception hall.

for most of the song, you avoided atsumu’s gaze, knowing that he wasn’t all too far from the stage. but you couldn’t help but make eye contact with him as you sang the final lines, “and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seemed to turn into love song.”

tears pricked the corner of atsumu’s eyes, the hand that held his phone trembling slightly. perhaps, it is possible that he could fall in love with you anymore.

you took a breath, giving him a soft smile as you sang the final line, “give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be...la vie en rose.”

yeah, it definitely was possible to fall in love with you more.

the crowd erupted into applause as soon as you ended; but truthfully, you couldn’t really care less about them, your eyes still trained on atsumu’s as he mouthed an “i love you” after the final strum of the acoustic guitar.

“i'm assuming you liked my performance?” you asked, nervous, as you made your way back to him.

“babe! if ya were gonna make me melt, can ya at least give me a heads up?” atsumu exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, “why didn’t ya tell me about this? yer so so talented, ‘m so proud, can’t believe i'm with someone so amazin’...”

a lil bonus :

you run into sakusa and meian at the gym they practiced at to meet atsumu for a night around town.

“date night with miya?” meian asked, raising a brow at your completely dressed up look.

you respond with a nod and meian continues, “he’ll be down soon, he’s just changing.”

“listen, yn,” sakusa began, tone somewhat teasing — at least, you think it was. sakusa had always been friendly with you. “i think you’re an absolutely fantastic singer but if atsumu shows us that video of you singing at a wedding one more time, i'm shoving his phone down his throat.”

you step back in shock, unaware that atsumu had been doing that in the first place, “he shows you that?”

“every damn day.”

a voice spoke up from behind them, “and how could i not? i have the most talented partner don’t i?”

“someday you’ll get tired of my singing.” you mumbled, leaning into atsumu’s touch as he placed an arm around your shoulders.

��nah, don’t think i ever will.”

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