#and now i just feel like trash because even if he is happier now i still fucking have to deal with what he did to me and he doesnt even know

[pablitogavii]

Fight

Summary: You and Pablo get into a fight and he leaves the apartment. You think he doesn't want you anymore starting to pack your bags but he shows you that a real man never gives up on a woman he loves <3

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: slight angsts/ fluff at the end <3

"You're not listening to me!" you yelled overwhelmed by anger and frustration and Pablo kept clenching his jaw doing his best not to be so 'hot headed' like everyone claims he is being.

"I'm done listening to you!" he spat grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment with a loud slam of the door which sobered you up.

He left. It was over. He doesn't want you anymore.

Your whole life people left and didn't come back. You were used to it from your dad, to your best friend but when Pablo left it hurt..it hurt really damn bad!

You knew you had trust issues, with a good reason, but with Pablo for the first time you could trust a man and feel like he will always be there to protect you...guess you were wrong, and you were alone once again.

Tears were drowning your face while you sat in the corner for half an hour crying until there was no more tears left to cry so you got up walking to your shared bedroom.

You pulled your suitcase from the closet opening it on the bed while sighing heavily. You messed it up again..like always you pushed people away from yourself.

You were packed in about an hour but couldn't get yourself to leave looking around the place that quickly became your home. There were pictures of you and Pablo all around the apartment, form the first date at that silly ice cream shop to the most recent one during the celebration dinner with barça..you looked happier than ever before in your life in those photos besides Pablo.

"Amor! We forgot to put the trash outside for the truck to pick.." Pablo stopped speaking suddenly freezing in place when he saw you standing there with a suitcase besides you holding one of the pictures.

"What's going on? Are you going on a trip amor?"Pablo looked confused and now you were as well. Didn't he want you to leave his apartment? Why did he come back??

"I'm going to leave your apartment because you don't want this anymore.." you said and now he was much more confused walking towards you and holding on of your hands in his bigger one.

"What!? When did I say that?" he said kissing your hand looking into your eyes and your heart started to speed up when you realized that this might not be over after all.

"You left..but..but you came back? Why?" you said not able to control the tears and he sighed pulling you closer to his chest and letting you cry into his shirt for as long as you needed.

"Oh mi amor..I just went to get some air but of course i came back..what did you think that I was going to give up on my soulmate that easily?? Not a chance preciosa!" those words were foreign but it felt so good that someone was fighting for you for the first time in your life.

"So..so..you are not going to leave?" you asked once again like you needed to make sure this was indeed happening being strange to your and he smiled shaking his head and pulling you into a tight hug.

"I'm not going anywhere mi preciosa.." he said kissing the top of your head and you smiled listening to his heart beat and calming yourself down while the small smile creeped onto your face.

"Is my princesa smiling..bueno..that's a lot better! Come to your Pablito" he pulled you onto the couch away from the suitcase and you snuggled into his side quickly taking in the scent of his familiar musk that made you feel safe.

"You hate when someone calls you Pablito.." you remind him and he chuckled kissing the top of your head pulling you even closer.

"You can call me whatever you like princesa..only you" he said and that made you smile looking up as he placed his lips onto yours into a sweet kiss.

"Nobody ever came back like you did..I thought you didn't want me anymore" you admit after you pulled away and he shook his head reassuring you that's so far from the truth.

"I will always come back preciosa..because I was raised that when a man loves a woman, he never gives up..never! And I love you..so damn much even when you drive me loco!" he said smiling while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear while you blushed.

"I'm sorry.." you said truthfully forgetting what that damn fight was even about realizing just how stupid it all was.

"Shh I only let you drive me loco mi amor.." he said kissing your lips again and you kissed his back snaking your arms around his neck as he pulled you to straddle his lap and cuddle into him close.

"I'm not your dad...and I'm not that dick best friend that left..I'm your Pablito and I will never hurt you like that" he said and you smiled nodding your head and knowing in your heart that he was telling the truth.

"I love you Pablito.." you say while playing with his hair and he smiled letting you enjoy it for as long as you want knowing that could always bring a smile back to your face (I mean imagine playing with Pablo's hair!!!).

"I love you too mi amor..but really what were we fighting about again?" he said and you both started laughing realizing that neither knew what the hell fight was about.

"I don't know..let me go so I can make us some dinner" you said but he kept you on his lap starting to kiss the side of your neck.

"Gavira! There are still things to do! And all you think about is.." but you couldn't finish since he kissed your lips passionately making you giggle.

"Reminding my girl that she is mine for life? Damn right amor!" he said getting up and carrying you into your shared bedroom ;))

Hope you like :)

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavira #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavi x reader smut #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi x you

[sebbianas]

Dear RAB,

Sirius just left home and runaway to the Potters. At first we were mad, we destroyed his room for a bit but when we calmed down and saw pictures of him with his friends family we realized we were never able to make him smile or laugh like that. We were an extension of the darkness that pulled him down, to save him we needed to let him go. No matter how hard that must be for us.

He’ll be happy and someday we’ll learn to be happy as well.

It’s late and I’m writing this letter because its the only letter that seems to calm me. I’ve written and trashed every letter to Pandora, Evan, Dorcas, and even Barty, I couldn’t seem to find the words to tell them, to make them understand. So, I’m writing this to you, years from now I hope you’ll find this letter and truly understand how hopeless and miserable I feel. I pray you don’t feel the same still.

It makes me wonder, how are things now? How are you? Are you happy? Are you safe? Are you alive? I don’t really feel like being alive right now. I need to know if its still worth it.

I’m holding out, I’m not giving up. So when you see this, when things are better, greater, happier for you, you’ll remember to thank me.

Hoping for better things,

15 year old RAB

Regulus hurriedly wiped the tears that was freely flowing on his cheeks, he’s not sure if he’s crying for 15 year old Regulus or crying over how dramatic he was at that age.

“Everything okay, love?” James called out. Regulus turned his head and found the love of his life standing by the door, face softened with concern. Concern rooted in love and affection Regulus never thought he’ll get.

Regulus sniffed and smiled, “Everything is great, James. I have a great life.”

Thank you for not giving up, 15 year old Regulus.

#regulus black #jegulus

[mytragedyperson]

You know, I think i figured out why I like Deruth. So, I've never really seen Deruth spoken about but I've seen fanfic interpretations and it almost seems like the fandom itself doesn't quite know what to make of Deruth. Some people treat Deruth from the Birth of a Hero and Deruth from LCF/TCF as separate characters and other interpretations, the one I'm more in favour of is that both versions of Deruth cared about their son, they just didn't know how to show it or fix their relationship. Cale himself acknowledges that Deruth is awkward and doesn't quite know how to speak to Cale. I personally see Deuth as someone who made mistakes following the death of Cale's mother and wanted to fix it, but couldn't figure out how, so didn't do anything, which was a mistake in and of itself. Cale starts acting like trash and Deruth again doesn't know how to handle this or fix this, since he blames himself, so, again, he doesn't fix it. And the longer it goes without him doing something, the worse the strain on their relationship gets until it ends up how we see at the first breakfast, Deruth awkwardly trying to speak to his son but unable to, as he doesn't know what to say. So what changes? Cale. Kim Rok Soo becomes Cale, realises how awkward things are and takes the first step, as he compliments breakfast, something he doesn't think about and just does to stop things being awkward but it gives Deruth an opening. It's just a short conversation, but what a difference it makes to the probably usual silent and awkward breakfasts before where no one quite knew what to say or do with Cale, and Cale, if he shows up, either says nothing or speaks only to complain about the food and then leaves.

However, this actually isn't the main thing I wanted to note. So, I've discussed the previous, Deruth's point of view. And I'm not gonna sit here and say he was good father to the original Cale or was the father he needed. He's not winning father of the year awards for original Cale, I can agree with that. Are there worse fathers? Yes, Marquis Stan immediately comes to mind. But it would be hard to say Deruth was a good father to original Cale. Now let's consider the third element here, KRS!Cale Henituse, a man mentally older than his new body, a man who only had caring parents for a few years and it's uncear how much he remembers of them, a man who was abused and mistreated, pitied, a man who's can't care about people, because if he does, something bad will happen to him. I think, in a weird way, Deruth was almost the parent Kim Rok Soo needed at the time. Let me try to explain.

So, imagine for a second a world where the Henituse family dynamics are different, healthier, happier. Maybe Deruth and Cale fixed their relationship, maybe Cale is closer with his step family. They'd be caring, nice, what a family should be. Imagine Kim Rok Soo, an orphan who was abused and had hardened himself to not care about anyone, would this not be more odd to him? Going from keeping everyone at arms length and not letting anyone in to having to show his care for parents and step siblings, something he's never experienced before. I honestly think Kim Rok Soo would've liked this less because he wouldn't know what to do when shown obvious care by a family when he's never head that relationship before. I don't know, I feel like this is more Kim Rok Soo's speed, Clearly care but still allowing that independence and freedom. Care when he gets hurt but awkward and distant. Deruth is not the father Cale needs but in an odd way, he is the father Kim Rok Soo needs at this point. Does that mean you have to like him or see him as a good father? No, it's not up to the child to fix ther relationship with their parent. But it gives less whiplash for Kim Rok Soo than a close, physically affectionate family would. Or maybe I just like him, like that he does care even if he struggles, like that he's trying even if it doesn't always seem like that. again, you don't have to like him or think he's a good parent. This is just my opinion, my interpretation. I don't know man. I've been thinking about this story all day.

On that note, and I could be wrong as someone who is not aroace and has limited knowledge on aroace, but I feel like Cale is on the aroace spectrum. we're in his thoughts for two years and not once does he consider getting in a romantic relationship. In his dream life there's nothing to do with getting married or having kids. Does this necessarily make him asexual? No there are people of all sexualities who aren't bothered about marriage or kids, but they still tend to want some sort of romantic or sexual relationship and Kim Rok Soo/Cale Henituse seems to have zero interest in this. He has kids, he has family, he has friends. At no point does he express any kind of want for a romantic or sexual partner. Could this be because he has bigger problems? Yes. Could this be because of his past and the curse? Yes. Is he the only character this applies to? No, most of the characters show no interest in romance. Because ultimately this book is not about romance, not even slightly. It's found family, it's friendship, it's fantasy but there is no romance and, yet, for most of the characters I wouldn't rule out the possibility of them having some form of romantic or sexual character. Even with Cale I'm not saying he can/will never have those relationships. But even when he acknowledges someone as being attractive, it doesn't seem sexual or anything. He says it like it's a fact, then moves on. This isn't to say I disagree with shipping Cale. I myself don't mind a little Alcale or Choi Han/Cale. Do I personally think they are romantic or sexual? Not necessarily. You can interpret things that way, but i personally like things as they are, no romantic ships but really close friendships, to me platonic love and platonic relationships are just as, if not more, important than romantic love. And, tbf, even in content where there are romantic relationships, those romantic relationships are never the most interesting part. I don't really watch or read things, like non-fanfiction things, where romance is the main point or main storyline. I used to, but as I've gotten older (I say pretending to be wise old woman at the age of 21), I've come to appreciate friendships non-romantic relationships more and it's the main reason I enjoy shows, for relationship dynamics of all kinds.

I think that's why I'm so, like, chill with shipping and fanfiction with like proships. Now, i don't personally read things like incest or age gap fanfiction. It's not for me, no thanks. But i do tend to ship different things for different reasons. So, if I say I ship something, it's not necessarily because I think they'd have a cute, happy, healthy, loving relationship. Sometimes it's quite the opposite. Sometimes it's because i know it would be toxic and unhealthy and dark and it may even be one-sided, but my god, is it interesting. Some ships i ship purely for the angst, for the way they destroy and ruin each other. Other times I go for fluffier, happier ships. I generally think, as long as you know wrong from right in real life, ship what you want, write and read the fanfiction you want to read, and avoid the fics and ships you don't want. Don't like, don't read does apply. Commenting and interacting just gives it more attention. We all know what we like and don't like. At the end of the day you can't tell someone's morals from the fictional media they interact with. Sometimes you don't want something happy and fluffy and safe. You want something angsty and dark and hard to read. That doesn't make anyone a bad person. Sorry, this has little to do with this post. I'm just tired of people saying "if you like reading about X, you're a bad person" and putting labels on people for reading and writing fictional content that doesn't hurt any real, living person

#tcf #tcf novel #lcf #trash of the count's family #count deruth henituse #deruth henituse #cale heniuse #original cale henituse #kim rok soo

[gojooooo]

this is gonna be one messy rant buuuut im once again thinking about that theory about yuji being the one who introduced sukuna to love and sukuna tells yorozu that love is trash because he saw through yuji that if he didn’t love his family, his friends, his teachers and even his enemies (e.g. choso’s brothers) he would be much happier. yuji suffers because he loves. maybe sukuna also sees in megumi and nobara the slight but significant difference when it comes to morals when he declares that they’re interesting individuals, like choosing who to save or the metaphor of the chairs which makes them a bit more sure/stable meanwhile yuji doesn’t really have a fixed code and torments himself on the behalf of everyone he hurts or is being hurt around him. it’s a heavy burden and sukuna witnesses all of it while inhabiting yuji, claiming that it’s the worst but it’s actually what gave him the most. sukuna was always bored in his time but now he’s feeling so many new things: he had fun and felt fear for the first time ever with gojo, he was fascinated and had to be patient with megumi, but with yuji he saw so much more. that’s his beloved boyfail vessel fr. so sweet and kind, so nonsensical and infuriating. i love the dissonance. i grew fond of you despite myself. he can’t stand him but he always has his eyes on him even now that they’re separated. he’s curious about what he’ll do because he’s the human who taught him the most. who showed him the most. who changed him the most. to be loved is to be changed !!!!! i know it sounds completely insane but maybe when in shibuya he told yuji to take a good look at all the destruction he had caused it was his (indelicate) way to really introduce him to his way of doing things because he saw how much suffering love caused yuji so that was to raise him through shock, like an hard lesson, don’t be soft, don’t be so serious, care less, don’t let that weakness hurt you anymore, i mean it certainly worked in that sense didn’t it. he did grow up the hard way after shibuya. just not like sukuna meant because he’s still his opposite. he cares. they complete each other or whateverrrr [smile of absolute derangement] so let’s see who will shape who the most in the end. either way sukuna’s low/careless opinion of love when talking to yorozu at least means that in his heart he took note of the fact that love made and makes yuji suffer !!! so love = bad !!!!!

#am i crazy be honest #sukuita #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #my post

[sungbeam]

AHH REQUESTS OPEN?? omgomg OK could you perhaps write an angsty yeonjun friends to lovers drabble with a happy ending <//3 like reader and jun are best friends but one night they kiss and either reader or yeonjun completely freaks out over it and starts avoiding the other until they realize they’re in love w the other and need each other SORRY IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE ANGSTY FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE😩😩😩 anyways if you decide to write this, please don’t rush yourself and take all the time you need duckie!!! have a good day 🤍🤍

𝗶𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝗲

choi yeonjun x gn!reader

2.5k words (sorry I KNOW i said 2k max but how can i not y'all), angst, fluff in the beginning if u squint, bffs2l, kithing, idk why but they cry at the end, barely proofread

a/n: nana !! thank u so much for ur request, my luv ^_^ i loved writing it sm i'm so honored to write u an angsty yeonjun fic <3 took much inspo from the vibes of "it kills me" by dxmentia and keshi so yeah (_ _;)

"Ow."

Choi Yeonjun clicked his tongue, his lips pursing into a cooing pout. "Sorry, honey."

You suppressed your wince and prayed to god he couldn't see your pink-dusted cheeks. Or at least, maybe he would think it was from all the pain coming from your recently pierced ears. No matter how gentle Yeonjun was (and trust that he was incredibly gentle with you), the rubbing alcohol would simply never cease to bring you great pain as it rid your piercings of bacteria and infection. "It's okay. Not your fault. It just kinda hurt."

"You're doing really well," he murmured under his breath. He was so close to you that you could feel his body heat, but he had claimed he had to be so close because the bathroom light was so dim and because he didn't want to miss any blood. Then came his constant praises as he helped you through the process, "It looks good so far, Yn-ie."

You sighed in relief as he stepped away and tossed the soiled cotton swab into the trash. "Does it?" You peered into the mirror and took a peek at your reddened earlobes, studded in sterling silver earrings. 

Yeonjun appeared beside you again and nodded his head. He had even swapped his main earrings to match your studs. Your best friend currently boasted a whopping five piercings, and he'd even thought of an eyebrow piercing at one point. But, as you stared at his pretty, sculpted face, you realized how much you appreciated his decision to only get an eyebrow slit. 

Only. Tch. As if it was something small. It amazed you how attractive such a little thing could be on a person, but you also couldn't help but admit that everything about your best friend was attractive. Even in the dim, cruddy light of his bathroom, he somehow glowed like a sculpture under display lights. 

Yeonjun caught your eyes in the mirror—smiled. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he leaned against the wall next to the door. You wished he hadn't folded his arms across his chest, because now, all you saw were his arms. And his chest. And his smile. And his— "You should get an upper cartilage piercing on your left side," he suggested mindlessly, eyes intent on your face. "Like mine."

You leaned your hip against the bathroom counter. "Okay, slow down, mister. Let's make sure these ones are successful first." You gestured to the studs in your earlobes now. 

He pushed off the wall and stepped into your space, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "It'll be fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. He was so close again. 

"Didn't your second ones almost get infected, like, four times?"

He deadpanned, and you giggled, head tilting back slightly. 

Oh, if only you'd seen the stars in his eyes whenever he watched you laugh. It made his heart palpitate whenever he made you happy. (He just wished he could make you even happier.)

Yeonjun snapped out from his daze, clearing his throat. It was wrong to have feelings for you like he did, wasn't it? But what about all of your lingering stares? Did they mean anything like his did? "Laugh all you want, but they're still here, aren't they?"

You sobered into a wide grin. "Okay, okay. Whatever." You placed your palms on his chest and gave him a light push out of the bathroom door. "Now, out! I gotta do my things."

Yeonjun's bottom lip jutted out. "Aww, why can't I just do my night things while you do your night things?"

"Because you always insist on brushing each other's teeth?"

"It's not that weird."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes it is that weird, Jun." 

You stepped out of the bathroom for a moment, intent on going to grab something from your overnight bag. What you hadn't anticipated was the slight lift in the carpeting; you swore it hadn't been there before. Your foot hooked onto the crevice and your eyes widened as you were sent flying. 

Yeonjun's instincts caught you, and your body hit his with an "oomf" falling from his lips. The both of you landed in a heap on the floor, but he had broken your fall, your body parallel over him. Your noses brushed, your hair fell over his forehead. 

His eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lips with his eyes darting between your eyes and your mouth. "Yn…" he murmured, and you felt the delicate, but hesitant touch of his hand smoothing the hair on the back of your head. 

He coaxed you down to him, his head lifting slightly to meet your lips. 

You wondered if the heartbeat pulsing like a bass drum was yours or his or both of yours—your chests were pressed together like glue, sandwiched together and clinging to dear life. Yeonjun's head hit the carpet, and his fingers threaded in your hair, a small content hum spilling into your mouth. 

That woke you up. 

You rocketed off of him, quite literally scrambled away. 

He seemed to realize the same thing when you noticed how wide his eyes had gotten. Yeonjun sat against his bed, his gaze settled on you as he waited with bated breath for your next move. 

"I'm sorry," you choked out and fumbled to your feet. In a daze, you hurriedly grabbed your overnight bag from the foot of his bed. 

"Yn—wait, Yn!" Yeonjun could only sit there and reach for you helplessly as you swept yourself out of his room, out of his apartment, as if you hadn't even been there in the first place. 

The kiss had been a mistake, you'd told your roommate Yeji. 

She had scoffed, and pressed, "You love him, Yn. That's what this is, isn't it?" But she'd drawn up a bath and put on a movie for you to make you feel better anyway.

You could hear the exasperation in her voice, but you didn't need her to tell you that to know. Harboring feelings like this for Yeonjun was always difficult when you spent so much time in his presence, hearing about his day, feeling his affectionate gestures, dealing with your heart skipping every time he did something as small as open the door for you. No, you definitely did not need Yeji to tell you that you were in love with him.

There was this certain uneasiness about you the next few days. The hair on the back of your neck was constantly standing up; you always felt colder, emptier, even with the fan off and sunlight streaming through the windows. There was something so miserable about having no notifications from your best friend, especially since a part of you hoped that you had dreamt the kiss and that it truly had been all your imagination. 

But reality slammed back into you on Saturday morning. 

Early Saturday morning grocery shopping had always been something that you and Yeonjun did together, but as you stood in the self check-out lane, mindlessly scanning your items and placing them in the bagging area, you tried imagining doing this all over again next week—alone. 

The lane next to you opened up, and you had the sudden urge to look up. 

Yours and Yeonjun's eyes met at once, a clashing of waves against a cliff face, the memory of that night resurfacing and lingering. He was swaddled in a hoodie with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, and you wondered if he'd lost sleep over that night like you had. Or maybe you were being dramatic, but you feared what came next. 

"Hey," he said first, then abruptly cleared his throat. 

You set a head of lettuce onto the scanner to be weighed. "Hi." 

You went quiet when, after you'd moved the lettuce, Yeonjun stepped over and lifted the large carton of mangoes from the counter for you so you could scan it. He set the mangoes down in your shopping cart, and you continued on like clockwork. You hadn't asked, and you never needed to ask with him, and thus, you were left at a crossroads now. (How did one ask their best friend if they loved them back in a way that best friends shouldn't?)

Yeonjun went back to his own station and started checking out his selected items, while you pulled your wallet out to pay for yours. 

"Thank you for the help," you murmured beneath the sound of the chirping register.

He bobbed his head, swallowed. "No problem." 

And then you were ready to leave—your items were bagged up and loaded into the cart, you'd grabbed your receipt from the printer—but you lingered still. Because he wasn't done yet. 

You bit your lip and drummed your fingers along the handle of your cart. Yeji's voice urging you to just tell him echoed in your mind, over and over again. When you opened your mouth to say something, he beat you to it. 

"Your, uhm, piercing might be infected."

You blinked, then turned to him. Out of all the things he could've said… maybe you were hopeless. "Is it?" You twisted the urge to reach up and touch your piercings, and though you'd tried to clean them out these past few days like he showed you, perhaps you had missed a few spots. 

Yeonjun hoisted the bags from his counter and walked out with you toward the exit. "It's a little red. I—" he stopped himself, hesitated. "Did you want to come over tonight?"

"Jun…"

He stopped to face you, and there in his expression, you saw the lines of desperation. This wasn't about the piercing or the infection. "I just wanna make sure you're okay." 

And dear god, if you didn't want to make sure he was, too. 

It was just a kiss, right? 

You had been weighing the pros and cons of—well, whatever was going to happen next. It was less of pros and cons, and more of convincing yourself that you hadn't just ruined one of the relationships you cherished most in your life. Because when you realized that you full-blown, head-over-heels, oh-good-lord loved Choi Yeonjun… man, did the world cave in. 

You inhaled deeply before slotting your copy of his apartment key into the lock and letting yourself in. The smell of spices and the crackling sound of sizzles erupted into your senses as you closed the door behind you. Just to your left, Yeonjun stood at the stove with his back to you, laboring over a pan of what you could guess was fried rice. He knocked the plastic spatula along the rim of the pan and set it down on the counter. 

"Hey," he said over his shoulder while he shut off the hood range's fan. "Thanks for coming."

You nodded and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Thanks for having me." You didn't know what to do, where to sit, how to exist in this space for some reason. 

Yeonjun walked toward you and rested his hand between your shoulder blades. "Let's take a look at your ears, hm?"

Of course, you wanted to say. Of course he would worry about you first. 

The bathroom light was dim as it flickered on. The bottle of isopropyl had been sitting untouched in the corner of the medicine cabinet, and Yeonjun pulled it out and dipped the tip of a cotton swab into the clear liquid. His touch was gentle as the alcohol bit its way into the earring hole, cleaning out any of the build up that might have accumulated there. 

You stared at the counter, your neck and head tilted to give him easy access so that he could see in the dim lighting. You wondered if the reason why he hovered a little farther away this time was because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. 

When he had finished cleaning up your piercings and confirmed that it wasn't infected just yet, you found yourself sitting across from him at his small table in the kitchen. Yeonjun set a bowl of fried rice in front of you, and you murmured out a small thank you. The steam rose to meet your face and you realized that the smell of the food he always made you had your body relaxing. Home-cooked meals were things that either you, Yeonjun, or the both of you made for each other—and with that in mind, you wondered once more, how could you think about a world without him around?

He settled in his seat, posture slumped, as he watched you take a bite. Then he picked up his spoon and picked at his own bowl. "Yn… are we cool?

Your spoon slowed on its way back into the bowl. When you looked at him, you found that he was waiting for your answer with a nervous sheen in his eyes. You set your spoon down to play with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. "I think so."

"You think so," he echoed, but it sounded empty, as if he was uncertain if he heard you correctly. He scratched the side of his face, his jaw clenched in thought. "The—the kiss, Yn."

You inwardly winced. "Yeah."

He was fumbling for words. "I—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or step over boundaries, and I… I totally get it if you hate me for it. I just thought that was…" His voice died, lost its confidence, as he met your gaze again. He whispered, "I just thought you liked me, too."

Oh, dear Lord. Did he just say too? Your head was spinning at how your heart thundered in your ribcage. "Jun, I don't just like you," you stammered. "I literally—I'm in love with you. And I could never hate you."

"But Yn, you just left—"

"I know," you cut in and your hands flew to your hair. "I'm sorry, Jun. I'm so sorry. I was just… I was just scared of what that might have meant, and I didn't wanna lose you." You heard your voice break at the lattermost words, and your vision was beginning to blur. 

Yeonjun's chair rattled against the floor as he clambered out of his seat, then rounded the table to get to you. He was shaking his head, hands grabbing your face in his warm palms, begging you to look at him. His eyes were lined in gold from the warm light of the kitchen reflecting off the tears pooling. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, kneeling before you. Both yours and his hands shook in the other's hold, lips quivering. "Christ, I thought I lost you, Yn."

You shook your head back and forth. "I love you," you repeated. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

His mouth pulled into a smile as he laughed through the tears now streaming down the slopes of his cheekbones. "Glad we're on the same page now."

He rose up a little to pull an extra chair closer to sit next to you. "I love you too, Yn," he promised, leaning toward you and ghosting his lips over yours. "I love you so much."

a/n: yeah,, , so that happened kdnfjd tbh i can't even tell if that was sad or not i can't even tell my own angst writing anymore T_T

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[lilithliliam]

Between two lovers

Shoto Todoroki v Bakugo Katsuki

Tags: fluffy, soft Love/Jealousy

please do not copy or modify my work. Thank you and enjoy reading 😌💜

You have been friends with Izuku for a long time, and therefore, when Shoto signed up for your team, you accepted him with all your friendliness. Of course, your best friend's friend is your new friend. At first, Shoto looked at you very strangely when you laughed, told jokes that everyone laughed at for some reason, although they did not seem funny to Shoto. You always seemed to glow like the sun. And you liked making people happier. And mistaking Shoto for a new friend, you wanted to make this gloomy boy happier too. But he didn't seem to be amused either by your jokes, or by your smile and your laughter, which everyone called infectious. He always looked at you as if you were crazy. But you did not lose heart. You took care of all your friends, including Shoto. Shared lunch. She hugged him when we met. She shared an umbrella with him if for some reason he did not take it, or forgot to take it with him. She took care of his minor injuries, showed funny pictures. And one day he seemed to thaw out, and became much more willing to take your attention and even said how he likes to communicate with you. He even bought you snacks, justifying it with the fact that "you always eat such snacks, and I thought you would like this too." You finally became friends, because there is nothing impossible in friendship, right? Then why do you feel like his touch is getting hotter? More often. And as if ... intimate?

Katsuki has known you almost since kindergarten. Always so friendly, sweet and kind, even with this useless Deku trash. But it didn't suit him. And he said then that a tough girl like you shouldn't waste time on this quirky loser when you have him. But for some reason you preferred Deku. And his humiliation towards Izuku became more frequent from that moment on. Once when he hurt Izuku a lot, you wanted to protect him and used your quirk on Katsuki. Back then, of course, she was still weak, and Katsuki escaped with only a small bruise, but damn it, who else in his life spoke out against him so openly? (Not counting his mom🌚) You protected this "idiot" from him, from Katsuki. She always waited for him after school, although she herself studied at another school so that other boys would not offend him, supported him and instilled in him faith in himself. You thought then that Katsuki was just a damn egoist who just needed to mock someone, you were angry at Katsuki, called him names in response, but ... You still didn’t understand that he did it all for your attention. For words of encouragement from you. For a drop of your love. One day he got tired of everything, he gave up everything, from stupid insults in childhood, from idiot friends from school to ... the first, stupid love for you. Now he will focus entirely on becoming a hero. But, god, and after so many years you reappear and again prevent him from focusing on his studies and his goals. All so, so, so ... annoying, nasty, so ...cute. Damn cute. So charming. And you became even more beautiful than he remembers as a child, even more in line with his taste. And when you saw him, you did not get angry, as he expected, you ... smiled. For the first time in so many years. That smile that Deku used to give. Aaah, you're such a damn... Then something clicked in his head. No, no, no. Not again. But as you understand...again.

It took a lot of effort for Shoto to overcome some of his fears, but Izuku helped him. They became friends. And along with Izuku was... you. Really a strange girl. He had never met such a person in his life. Seeing your smile, laughter and undying optimism, he wondered if you had been dropped in childhood. What he asked by the way, and you seem not at all offended by his words, you laughed and laughed even more. Did he say something funny? He really meant it. Oh, he got it. You were so friendly and nice to him because of his father. It must have been his father who told you to be friends with him, or you yourself wanted it for the sake of his father's influence. It doesn't matter. How hypocritical. Shoto didn't like you. But as it turned out later, you were not a fan of the Endeavor. And in general, among the heroes, you had no idols. You communicated well with everyone, without any reason. This attracted Shoto. And also the fact that such a daring girl during serious dangers changed dramatically and became serious, helping civilians and heroes in any way she could. He saw how versatile you were. And Shoto increasingly began to catch himself thinking about you. And his gaze at the lesson was always looking for you. Shoto, to his own surprise, was in a hurry to get to class to see you as soon as possible. Talking with you on various topics and marveling at your broad outlook. Helping with lessons, in training, or if you need to open something, get it. Anything he can help. He wanted to be alone with you more and more often, so that you would communicate and joke only with him. Always asked to have lunch with him. And he even learned from you to share food. Mochi that his sister made, especially for you, because Shoto has been saying for several days in a row how much you love them. He liked to look at you, at your profile. On this beautiful face, kind look, sensual lips that always smiled and he thought how soft and sweet they must taste. Damn. When did he have time? Shoto is not stupid, although it took him so long to realize and accept his feelings. But the answer was obvious. Shoto liked you. Very, very strongly.

Bakugo looked at you and Todoroki and fumed. But this anger was not the usual anger that Katsuki usually experienced 24/7, but something else. Quiet, seething from the inside, but more dangerous. Even the air around him seemed to become much heavier. Even Kirishima, who was the most immune to Katsuki's explosive nature, was afraid to anger him and just sat quietly by his side. Katsuki saw the half and half looking at you, instinctively felt that a new opponent was nearby. And this rival is not as simple as it seems. Although Izuku pissed him off because of your attention, he understood that you had a different relationship. But the way Shoto treats you is different from how Deku treats you. Shoto treats you with love, just like Katsuki. Along with anger, pure excitement played in his soul. He accepted the terms of the game and was ready not just to defeat the opponent, to destroy. So that he will only have to swallow the dust behind the two of you when Katsuki takes his prize (you) and proves to everyone again that he is the best man, he is the winner. However, do not assume that for Katsuki your love is a game. He is very serious about everything that concerns you. But Katsuki loves to win, and if you will a win, then the victory will be much sweeter. He lost to Izuku in this regard over and over again but this time he will win. And Todoroki, for whom everything was always easy, by right of birth, because you yourself know who his dad is (only Bakugo thought so) will have to know the true bitterness of defeat. Just wait, his princess, he will certainly make you his.

"Hey, little one. Let's train together today like in the good old days?" Katsuki asks to spend some time together, because you are almost never alone with him. And to his surprise, you agree, giving him one of your smiles .

It just so happened that you injured your hand in training, nothing serious really. Iida's technique didn't go according to plan, as a result of which he hit you. But you put your hand in time and everything worked out. But Shoto treated this as a real tragedy. He sat in the living room next to you all the time looking at the floor. And he looked like a guilty kitten.

–I'm sorry, it's all because of me. I couldn't protect you.

–What are you talking about,Shoto? It's not your fault and you see everything is all right with me - you answer him, taking his cheeks. When you smile at him, he shudders. This does not lessen the fear that one day he will fail you again, that he will not be able to save you, that he may lose you, but it brings the mind into a slight ecstasy of love. He enjoys your touch and smile.

–Listen, I am- Shoto begins, but he is abruptly interrupted by another voice.

–Hey little one, how's your hand? It was with great difficulty that I didn't kill that bespectacled nerd. To see what he's doing. Tch.

- Oh, Katsuki. Everything is fine. Please don't worry and... don't get mad at Iida, okay?

- Pf, whatever you say. You love to defend all sorts of idiots. Katsuki says as he puts his hand on your head. Your hair felt so good on his hands. As well as the anger engulfing Shoto. No way Katsuki will leave you alone, because not only half and half lost his head from you.

–You bark but don’t bite, right, Bakugo? Empty talk is your calling,-Shoto says. It is difficult to resist anger, the fiery side makes itself felt. Shoto senses the danger that comes from Katsuki. He sees that the explosive guy is not indifferent to you. Always seen. The way he calms down at the sight of you, the way he screams at everyone but not you. He can't let Bakugo take you. Not in this life, and not in any life at all. He loves you. Because he never loved anyone like this.You are the only happiness in his life, and be damned if he misses his happiness.

Katsuki looks at Shoto, hums. And taking you by the chin with a hungry bite-kiss kisses your lips. He kisses you as if he has the last oxygen on earth and he is in a hurry to share it with you. It's like he'd been starving for you all his life, because it really is.

–Only you make me so weak and crazy, little one. Made me this way all my life. So take responsibility for this. Be with me, be fucking mine.

Your flushed cheeks from the kiss and Bakugou's confession hurt Shoto in the heart. He doesn't want to lose, he doesn't want to give in. He won't back down. Shoto abruptly but gently grabs your good hand and pulls you towards him. And then also gently kisses you on the lips. His kiss is much softer, but no less insistent. He hums and moans into your mouth with pleasure. His body trembles weakly.

–I'm glad to be your friend, really. But I'm also a man. I want to be something more for you. I love you, much more than a friend.

There is a distinct smell of rivalry in the air. Two guys passionately in love with you, ready for anything for you, look at you with all love and adoration. But neither is going to give in to the other. You better hurry up and make a choice, otherwise they will drag you into this. They will do anything for your consent, even forbidden things, because in war all means are good. It's hard not to be with you, not to be yours. It drives them crazy. And even if you choose someone, it’s not a fact that the other will accept the loss.

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

Another year, another Dear, we are Now Presenting...

The masterlist for my 23rd birthday game! Honestly, when I announced this event, I really didn't expect the reaction I got. It's been a little over a year since I started running this blog, and you guys have made it such a fun year. I feel so thankful and so lucky that you all enjoy my writing. consider this my gift to you 💙

Kento Nanami

A Flight Away

After the death of your best friend, Nanami give you a way out. Prompt: angst/comfort "We'll Burn Those Bridges When We Get There."

Green Eyes

This party is trash and to top it all off, you just showed up with some strange guy. Nanami isn't gonna like this one. Prompt: Jealousy, "Isn't Your Boyfriend In The Other Room?"

Alien Jellybeans

Nanami had no idea what to expect when you moved from the states back to Tokyo after only two months away, but he couldn't be happier with the reasoning. Prompt: Hopeful, "Is It Mine?"

Suguru Geto

Sparkle Boys

Suguru may not agree with your taste in movies, but he agrees with your taste in fictional men even less. Prompt: Humorous, "It's Because I'm Not A Vampire, Isn't It?"

Bedfellows Ft. Satoru Gojo

One bed, three idiots. What could go wrong? Prompt: Humorous, "What Do You Mean There's Only One Bed?!"

Last Chances

A smutty one shot about reuniting with an old flame, and all of the heartbreak that comes with it. Prompt: Pining, "It's True Romance Is Dead, I Shot It In The Chest And In The Head."

Satoru Gojo

Hold Still

You're angry. At yourself, at the world, at everything. But you're physically hurt right now, and that's all Satoru is worried about. Prompt: anger, "Hold Still, You're Hurt!"

I'll Be There

After losing everything and being banned from Jujutsu Sorcery, Gojo assures you, he'll be where ever you are. Prompt: Stressed, "Well don't just stand there, do something" And "They don't deserve you"

Jailbirds Ft. Nanami Kento

It's 3 am, and Satoru just got a call from inside the jail. Prompt: Funny, "You Landed In Jail How?"

Ryomen Sukuna

Deserving

Ryomen has never been one for love, never one to crave romance. Now that he finds himself feeling these emotions, he has no idea how to react other than with violence. This one is dark. Prompt: Mean, "I Love You And You Don't Deserve That."

Healing Waters

Sukuna tries (and fails) to relax in a hot springs, that is until his favorite concubine shows up to entertain. This one gets spicy! Prompt: Funny "You Seem Thirsty, Want Some Water?"

What's The Difference?

One the way home from a party, you start to make some connections about your boyfriend, and he likes none of them. Prompt: Funny, "Oh Fuck You're A Demon, Aren't You?!"

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[notsunnyowo]

Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader (part 3)

(part 2)

"(Y/n)? Are you all right? ~ You've been staring at your dinner like it's wronged you?" Mrs. (L/n) commented, looking at her spaced out daughter with a worried look. "Did something happen at school dear?"

The girl glanced up at her mother, her lips pursed into a tight frown. (M/n) knew her daughter well, and seeing her child like that immediately set off her alert. Something was bothering her baby, and she wasn't going to just sit around and do nothing whilst her only child suffered.

"You know you can tell me anything, right dear?" She spoke up, taking the girl's hand in her own and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Letting out a heavy sigh (Y/n) finally spoke up. "I've just been.. thinking.." She began. "About my mark, and about dad.."

Upon the mention of her husband, (M/n) stiffened. Ever since what happened to her father, it had always been a sensitive subject to talk about. And this only made her worry about her child more.

"What made you think of that sweetheart?" The woman asked in a comforting manner, trying her best to remain calm for the sake of her daughter.

"Well.." (Y/n) began with a heavy tone. "I met Bakugou today.."

At the mention of his name, (L/n)'s mother raised a brow. Under normal circumestances she would've been thrilled to find out that her daughter had finally met her potential soulmate. But seeing the girl's distraught state was telling her that perhaps there was something more to it. Something she had a feeling she wouldn't be too happy about.

"He's in my class." Began (Y/n), tossing the piece of sushi from one side of her plate to the other. The girl had a distant look on her face while doing so, as if she was lost in deep thought. "I actually ran into him before class even started, but I didn't yet know it was him."

"Well what are you all-so gloomy about then dear? For all we know there's a good chance that boy's your soulmate? Shouldn't you be a bit happier that you've finally met him?" Her mother asked, pausing for a moment. "That is, if you even want him to be your soulmate?"

"It's not that- It's just.." By now the grip she had on her chopsticks was much tighter than before. If she were to apply even a bit more pressure they could break in half. "I'm affraid.. ~ Because of what happened to dad."

Her eyes were focused on the meal on her plate as she continued. "I mean- I don't even know if he's my soulmate or not?"

She paused before, glancing up at her mother. "When I first talked to him he was so rude.. And, not just with me! ~ He was like that with everyone for the entire school day!"

"He treated everyone like we were all some sort of extras in his twisted film. ~ Hell, even actual extras get better treatment than how he treated us!"

A deafening silence filled the room as the girl quieted down. Both mother and daughter stood there in utter silence. One due to not knowing what to say and the other as a means of calming down.

(Y/n) was the one to cut the silence. "I don't know how to feel.. What if he's not my soulmate? What if he's my enemy? What if-"

"(Y/n)." Her mother interjected, placing a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Even if that boy isn't your soulmate, it doesn't mean that the past will repeat itself."

The girl glanced up at her mother, her eyes meeting the woman's own and almost immediately the girl could feel the calming effects her mother's gentle nature had on her.

"You're strong girl (Y/n), don't you ever forget that. Just because he might not be your soulmate doesn't mean you should be afraid. You're more than capable of taking care of yourself now."

At those words, the girl smiled softly and wrapped her arms around her mother, embracing her in a big hug. With her face buried in the crock of her mother's neck, she said. "Thanks mom.. I don't know what I'd do without you."

(M/n) lightly ruffled her daughter's hair as she sighed softly. "Me too kiddo. Me too."

***

"Katsuki! I told you to take out the trash, damn it!" A feminine, yet rough voice yelled.

Followed an equally rough, but masculine tone. "And I fuckin' told you I've got shit to do!"

"Well whatever you've "gotta do" can wait a second! Stop being so damn lazy and take out the trash, you brat!"

"Fuckin- Fine! I'll take out your stupid trash!" Bakugou growled as he begrudgingly got up from his desk and headed down towards the kitchen. Entering the room he took the garbage bag out of the trashcan and proceeded to take it outside, before finally throwing it into the much larger garbage can.

Once his chore was done, the blonde returned back to the house and entered the kitchen where his mother was once more. Katsuki was being far more quiet than usual and his mother was quick to notice the sudden change in behaivour her son was showing.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" She asked, turning her attention away from the dirty dishes in the sink to look at her scowling son.

"Is that the best way you could've asked?" He scoffed, before rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

It was painfully obvious that both mother and son shared a handful of similarities. Be it from their appearance to their personalities, it was as if young Bakugou was a copied and pasted version of his mother. With a few minor tweaks and changes of course.

So it should come as no surprise that they conversed with one another in a rather... Unusual manner..

"Will you just spit it out already? I've got work to do, y'know?" Even though Mrs. Bakugou came off as someone who didn't care for her child, that was far off from the truth. In actuality, you could see that she was just like any other mother. That is, if you looked hard enough.

And just like every mother out there she cared and worried about her child's well-being, even if Mitsuki made it almost impossible to notice.

"Met her today." Katsuki stated, his tone was as monotone as it could possibly be, void of any and all emotion and practically impossible to read.

"(L/n)?" His bewildered mother asked, her eyes locked onto her son's unmoving figure.

"Yeah."

With a slight smile on her face, Mistuki began. "Well? What's she like?"

At that question, the blonde simply shrugged his shoulders. "Clumsy." He answered. "Damn girl ran into me this morning. ~ But at least she doesn't seem that weak. Could make for a decent enemy."

"Or a good soulmate." She asked added. "Why do you keep going on about this whole enemy thing? You should be hoping that girl's your soulmate otherwise you're as good as single forever."

"Tch. How many times do I have to tell you? I don't fucking need a shitty soulmate! I'm fine on my own and I don't want some stupid-ass soulmate holding me down."

The woman let out a defeated sigh upon hearing his harsh words. "Listen, Katsuki. You can't stick to this whole "I don't need no one" crap. I know it may seem like it but believe me. Having someone by your side is better than being alone. Together you are stronger than when you are apart."

She paused, looking down at her wrist. "I couldn't be luckier to have met your father. I too thought that I would be better off alone but he changed that." She said smiling softly. "Changed me."

"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is.. Give her a chance. ~ And for the love of god don't fuck things up if she does end up being your soulmate."

With yet another eye roll, Bakugou looked away. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Tch.. As if I'd ever stoop so low.

***

That's the thing about people. They think they know everything, but the reality is far from it. And this only makes it seem like they barely know anything.

Just when you think you've got someone figured out, you find out things you never knew about that person. Things you would've never believed if you hadn't seen with your own eyes.

And the most important part about it?

That person who you thought you knew could, well in fact, turn out to be you.

***

Fresh air always helped relax a person, and Bakugou was no exception to that rule. He, for one, relished in the comfort and tranquility the outdoors brought him. If you'd let him walk around nature he wouldn't stop until getting absolutely exhausted.

However that wasn't the only reason he went out on such walks. The ashen blonde often found himself out and about whenever he felt the need to think, or when he simply had a lot on his mind.

Such was the predicament he found himself in today.

After the talk with his mother, the boy felt the need to go and get some fresh air. And so, he did.

He couldn't recall for how long he had been walking, but judging from his surroundings, he'd have to guess that it had been around 10 minutes.

He was no longer near his house and had come across the park he used to play in when he was younger. Just looking around filled him with all the memories he made in there.

Allowing his legs to lead the way, the crimson eyed boy found himself arriving at a far too familiar fence.

A soft smirk tugged his lips as he looked at the barbed wire gate. Taking a look around to see if anyone was watching, he opened the gate and walked beyond the fence, stepping foot deeper into memory lane.

The surrounding nature brought a sense of calmness with it. Leading the boy further in.

It took him another ten minutes till he arrived at a familiar sight. It was the tree bridge from all those years back. But now, almost completely unrecognizable. It was rotting and broken in half. Only to be expected from a tree that old.

As he stared at the damaged log, his mind trailed off to that faithful day.

The first time he saw her name.

Raising his left hand the blonde looked down at it. His ruby eyes focusing on the words neatly written on it.

"(L/n) (Y/n)"

His words were heavy, yet her name rolled off his tongue with such ease.

"Tch.. You better be a worthy opponent." He spoke, his eyes still focused on his hand.

Bakugou would be lying if he said that he didn't feel an odd sensation in his wrist the moment he first heard her name. It was a rather peculiar feeling if you ask him. Something like goosebumps on the skin where the name was written.

It wasn't anything too extraordinary, just a light tingly sensation. Strong enough, however, to get his attention.

The odd thing was that he had never felt such an emotion before. So you could only imagine what it could've made him feel.

Confused, was one way to put it. He didn't know what was happening, nor why it was even happening in the first place. But one thing was for sure. Not knowing the cause was seriously pissing him off.

He wasn't one to particularly 'like' being left in the dark and not understanding things. And this whole feeling was only raising more questions than answering.

"What's so special about you, huh?" He asked, referring to the girl whose name was written on his hand. "I don't fucking need a specific name to know who my enemy is. So why the fuck is this even a thing?"

"How come you're so sure it's your enemy and not your soulmate?"

His mother's words rang in his mind.

"For all we know it could be either."

Kicking a pebble and causing it to fall into the small river below, Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Yeah, right." He shoved his hands into his pockets and began walking once more, although this time, heading back home.

"As if a mere extra like her could be my soulmate."

(part 4)

#bnha bakugou #mha #mha bakugou #bnha #fandom ships #romance #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #smut #bakugo x female reader #bakugou x fem!reader #fem reader #x reader #reader #fluff and angst #fluff #angst #slight!angst #eventual smut #bakugou katsuki smut

[fairyyeo]

merry & happy ❅ lee felix

pairing — bf!felix x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 0.6k

a/n — sorry i didnt post this last night guys :/ there was an emergency. later tonight i’ll post jisung’s fic !! seungmin and jeongin coming tomorrow :)) merry christmas eve everyone <33 (i rush wrote this excuse me if its hot trash)

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"don't you just love christmas?" felix said, reaching for your hand with his, the other holding a bag of ingredients to make biscuits.

"i do now," you said with a small smile, gazing at felix lovingly, "i never used to."

"really? how can someone not like christmas?" he replied, genuinely surprised.

"i've had some bad ones. some heartbroken ones. you know how it is." you frowned.

"i don't actually." felix pouted. "christmas has always been a happy time for me. i'm sorry you went through that, my love."

"hey, don't apologise. it's in the past now." you cuddled closer to him as you continued the walk home from the grocery store. "besides, i've got you now, how could my christmases not be merry?"

it was true that in the not so distant past, christmas carols and the falling of snow were enough to bring you to tears. whether it was the previous holiday heartbreaks or the newfound loneliness in the season, or a combination of both, you weren't exactly sure. snowfall made you feel even more cold and alone, and the LED lights everywhere might as well have been in a monochrome grey, their colour lacking an effect on your mood.

since meeting felix, the warmth has flooded back into your life—the winter doesn't feel cruelly cold anymore. he was a pure ray of sunshine. your sun.

if it weren't for felix you'd still be stuck in a very dark and isolate place. but now, here you were, heading home to make christmas cookies for your friends and family. you were happier than ever with felix by your side.

felix blushed deeply at your comment. he only hoped that you'd let him stay in your life forever. because frankly, your happiness coincides with his happiness.

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"lix!" you cackled as he accidentally spilt green and red sprinkles all over the countertop, some bouncing onto the floor.

"it was going so well until now." felix laughed as he tried to scoop them up to the best of his ability.

"it's okay, there's another packet somewhere." you reached into the bag of ingredients you'd purchased earlier in the night. "here you g—felix!" you squealed as he surprise attacked you by wiping icing onto your lips.

he quickly kissed you before you had time to strike back. "sweet." he hummed against your lips.

"you menace." you grinned up at him.

he shrugged playfully before opening the new pack of sprinkles.

"don't spill these ones please." you giggled.

the two of you were up late into the night decorating cookies together. the smile practically never left your face the entire time.

felix kept stealing cheeky kisses from you as you tried to make at least a few presentable cookies to gift your friends and family. he couldn't help but kiss you, the smile you beamed afterwards was worth it each and every time.

later that night, the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa with hot chocolate and a few of the cookies you'd made as you watched a festive film.

"felix?" you mumbled quietly.

"what is it, love?" he rubbed your arm.

"thank you. for everything. i'm not sure you'll ever understand the impact you've had on my life." you were gazing at him intently. "i love you, lix." you whispered, running a hand through his hair.

"i love you more." he pulled you flush against him.

"that's not true." you said in a hushed voice, like the words were only for him.

"it is, and i'm happy to spend every day for the rest of my life proving it to you." felix leaned just a little closer, close enough to kiss you deeply.

you spent the rest of the night wrapped tightly in felix's arms. guess he was serious about what he said.

with felix by your side, you’d be merry and happy for the rest of your days.

#stray kids ff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids #felix ff #felix fanfic #felix reactions #felix angst #felix fluff #felix x reader #felix scenarios #felix imagines #stray kids felix #lee felix #felix #lee felix x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Bakugo x Black reader

He loves it. The sight of your ebony arms wrapped around his waist. The squeeze of your thighs around his. The pulsating heat of your crotch lightly smashed against his. 

He loves you. The light moans of your relaxed sleeping humming on his ear. That softy grip of your fist in his blonde hair. The absent sleepy kisses you left just below his earlobe.

His dewdrop. The yang to his Ying. His chocolate goddess. His beautiful black wife. 

It had been ten years since you've been together 3 since you were married and he couldn't be happier. So many obstacles, so many hurdles-gone, obliterated by his devotion alone. Perhaps he felt a sense of injured pride, because he can't share his triumphs with the woman he calls his wife. But how do you tell the icon of purity that her legacy was stained. Right. You don't tell her. You burn the evidence, bury the body, and clean up your trails. Being a rising hero with his results made it childsplay. Merely an 'accidental casualty' during a fight or 'a villain's plot to kill a witness.' It was just too easy. 

But if he learned anything from his rival counterpart was that his cockiness would be his downfall.

He pushed the escaped curls from her bonnet into his nose. Inhaling the sweet aroma of cocoa butter and argan oil, his crimson eyes rolling to the back of his head. He fervently sniffed more than he ever could while you were awake. Even in your union you forbade him from so much as touching your do let alone smelling it. So he took advantage only giving pause when feeling the twitching flutter of your lashes along his jaw. 

"Mmmmmm."

You cozied into him further plunging yourself into the clutches of sleep you never fought. You were still asleep, the vibrations of your musing lulling yourself to sleep and rousing your needy husband. 

You woke up to the wet and aggressive kisses against your neck-your breast- your stomach- your--

"he-Hey mister! Hands off! I have work later and I want to be able to focus."

You held your hand inbetween your angry husband's eager tongue and the spot between your legs he wanted to taste. Using that hand you pushed your husband up and out of the way rising from your posisition on the bed. Now hand on his peck you maneuvered around him to reach the suit you had ironed the night before. 

"You could...stay...for longer..." Katsuki spoke kissing against any unclothed skin he could find. You chuckled, swatting him off as you worked your way into your suit fixing your tie as the last piece. 

"So? How do I look?"

You made a turn as you shrugged with your arms.

"I think you look like you want to come back to bed with me."

Knowing the risk you leaned forward to kiss him deeply and stopping his searching hands from messing up your work. With one last peck you were on your way leaving the apartment you two cozied in.

As you revved up the engine you replayed the image of intimate time you had. The warmth of his large hands. The gentleness of his kisses. And even the obsessive smelling in the morning. How do you keep a demon happy? You satisfy him, satiate his desires and feed his idea of control. The way to satisfy your demon was by cleaning up the traces of his crimes and limiting his...exposure to more. 

Arriving to the warehouse you parked your car grabbing your badge and heading inside.

"Miss (Y/n) hello detective Shinso, serious enough you can get involved in it?"

"Yeah your hubby went and offed the spouse of some 'activist nut'. Apparently he ran a hate blog where he'd been trashing you for weeks."

"Well? How'd he do in the clean up?"

"Come and see for your self."

He guided you to the taped off crime scene where the ground was charred and the remains included were blackened with the same care.

"Finger prints unapplicable. The burns got rid of that problem for us. And look at number 4 evidence we found on 'em."

"A link to the Paranormal Front? Well isn't that convenient."

Pocketing the evidence you looked around realizing the team had begun to move out and new evidence being placed.

"So we have a motive and witness?"

"Done. And done. Witnesses are going to be some random nosy teens and death will be caused by illegal drug incident."

"Perfect, then we can use this baby as a ticket for disguise."

Walking away from the warehouse and into your car you unlocked the passenger side as the detective got in.

"Any idea who's the lucky disguisee?"

"Maybe Toga or Sato? His build seems to match the guy pretty well..."

"Ohh and not your husband? Dude's pretty good at playing the meek when he isn't screaming half the time."

"Nooo way he'd be on to us in a second it's best he stay out Heroes Association business."

#yandere bakugo x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugou #yandere husband bakugo #yandere bnha #black reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #yandere x black reader

[honeydew-mel0n]

in the mood for angst so spardads reunite with their kid who went missing?

I’ve never been the best at angst, and I don’t think this counts, but it’s close enough. Also, characters might be a little OOC, it’s been a little while since i’ve sat down to write- forgive me.

⚠️TW⚠️- discussions of running away.

Spardads Reuniting with Their Missing Kids

Dante

He’d never thought he’d see you again, alive at least. Years of seemingly endless searching, dead ends, clumps of his own hair pulled out, night’s spent grieving on your bedroom floor, and the constant and overwhelming feeling of failure. He was not prideful in that failure was his biggest fear overall, no, but the guilt in failing his kid. The one thing he promised to love, nurture, and protect- even if it killed him. Five years ago you suddenly vanished into thin air, and now here you are on his doorstep. The very doorstep you disappeared off of.

You looked good. You were clean, healthy, in nice clothes, your hair was shorter, and you looked happy- excited even. You were finally here, finally home… But all Dante could do was stare down at you, eyes wide and blinking slowly as he tried to process that the vision in front of him was real. To finally let himself rest, to let himself give up, he had to convince himself you were gone for good. That you were dead and he wasn’t there to protect you. A grim belief to live by, but somehow he’d conceptualized that it was better than working himself to death to find bones that didn’t want to be found. But you were alive, and the part of him that was slowly getting a grip on that wanted to be happy about it. You just…

Before him now, you look so much like he did at your age, just so much happier.

Quickly he snaps out of his trance, leaning against the door with a light chortle. “Well hello to you too. Where the hell have you been, kid?” Your wide smile softened, your gaze did too. Going from just excitement, to being happy to see him. You rushed forward, wrapping your arms tightly around him and burying your face into his shoulder. He was tense beyond belief and didn’t hug you back, his hand came to rest in between your shoulder blades.

-

You run your hand over the arm of the couch, the feel of the smooth leather bringing a warm feeling to your chest as child memories flood back to you. You couldn’t begin to count how many times growing up that you passed out against it and had to peel your face from the leather after hours. Letting out a soft chuckle as your dad joins you on the other side of the couch. Sinking into the plush cushions and letting out a typical dad groan as he does so, a glass of whiskey in his hand. When you saw it, you couldn’t help but press your lips flat in displeasure.

Growing up, he avoided drinking around you. Even with the ability to not get drunk, he knew it was still not good to do so. He was already a walking bad influence of a father, he really didn’t need to make it any worse. But, you’re an adult now, so drinking around you isn’t really all that big of a deal, but it upsets you in a pitiful and juvenile kind of way. Sucking it up, you look around and wait for him to say anything. Everything is so much more messy, weapons, clothes, and trash littering the ground. Maybe he only kept the place clean for you, and as you got older you just helped clean. He wouldn’t have had a reason to clean if you were gone.

Dante clears his throat to get your attention, which works, snapping you out of your thoughts. He stares at you expectantly, waiting for you to spill it. Your fingers tap idly at the arm of the couch as you peel the skin from your lower lip with your teeth. “I- …It wasn’t because of you, Dad, I promise.” You say in a firm tone. “I know that’s probably what you think, that you did something wrong and that you somehow had something to do with it- but you didn’t. Not really, and I’m sorry.” You turn a bit, jamming your back in between the back and the arm of the couch to face him. He gives you a nod as a go ahead, and you give him one back.

You spilled everything. That you had run away because you wanted to piss him off and get attention, you wanted to rebel just like your friends were. How you’d thought he would find you- but he didn’t, so you kept going. Kept moving.

“I realized I had fucked up around two months out, when I had to sleep at a bus stop in the rain. There was a payphone attached to it and I- I wanted to call you.” Your voice was wispy and breathy, and the knot in your throat became obvious to him too. His fingers tap against his glass quickly, watching the alcohol in his glass ripple. “Not that I wanted you to come and fix my mistakes… I just wanted my dad. Of course I didn’t… I didn’t think you would want me back.” He looks up from his drink at you. Your eyes were cast at the ground, lips pressed flat as you gripped your own arms tightly.

“I thought you hated me.”

Dante’s eyes drift back down to his drink, watching the ripples fade out into a smooth surface. It was quiet, sickeningly so. He didn’t know what to say, he knew that you were deeply upset and remorseful, but what does he say in this situation? A feeling twists in your chest, he was deeply upset with you and you knew that. He nods, trying his best to force a fake smile- but he can’t. Lips twitching as he struggled, a chortle leaving him in a breathy manor. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t… I don’t hate you.” But he is so fucking mad at you. You know that, he knows that. He wishes he wasn’t so angry. Unable to force out anything other than the choked and exasperated beginnings of words. He couldn’t defend your actions or speak any ounce of forgiveness, no matter how much he wanted to.

There was an aura that permeated throughout the room, a thick and heavy feeling of grief and unwelcomeness. Like the heavy smoke of a raging forest fire, sticking in your throat so heavily you felt as though it would make you cough up your lungs. To Dante it felt as though the feeling was coming from his chest, the aching heart behind his breast pumping out the noxious feeling of affliction. It was something that was so natural for him, before and after your place in his life. As you grew he tried his hardest to keep himself from falling back into his perpetual pity party, but that wasn’t a privilege he had the energy to give you anymore. Your eyes fell shut for a second, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself as you felt the knot in your throat rise. The urge to sob being forced down enough to stay courteous. Rising from your seat on the couch, you pull a slip of folded yellow paper from your pocket and hand it to him.Taking it, your father shoots you a questioning glance. “Just in case you wanted to contact me.” You say in a light voice, trying to hide the torrent of emotions you were holding back.

“If not, that’s okay too. You can just throw it away.”

That's the last thing you said to him before you left again. Dante put the sticky note on the base of his phone, a bright yellow flare as a reminder of your presence. Of what you had told him. Had he done something that made you want to rebel against him? That made you want to upset him by running away? He knows what you said, swearing up and down that he hadn’t- but how could he believe that? His kid had just shown back up one day- after five years- and told him that they wanted to upset him by running away and expected forgiveness? His kid, his baby.

Eyes were caught on the yellow slip of paper for so long every day that the black outline of your number burned into his retnus. There was the feeling in his throat, like something had a tight grip on it. Preventing him from taking a proper breath. It wasn’t just anger he felt now, but a deep remorse for himself. For what he lost, for you. The father in him wanted to hold you accountable for your actions, allow you to sit and think about what you’d done. But your dad… your dad wants to work through this, to not hurt anymore or hurt you.

“God damn it.”

Vergil

Truth be told, he hadn’t a clue what to do when you disappeared. It was well obvious you had run off, having been mere hours after an argument between the two of you with all of your weapons and battle gear gone. At first he was angry and confused, out of his two children you were the least likely in his mind to react in such a brash manner. You're the youngest, his golden child. Every problem you had with each other was usually worked through quickly. Vergil wanted to find you, hunt you down, bring you home, and send you through the most rigorous training of your life as punishment- but he didn’t. He remembered his younger self, running around fighting anyone and everything, in a desperate attempt to prove something to himself- to anyone watching.

You are so much smarter than he was, and have had so much more than he ever did. A better head on your shoulders than he’s ever had. So he didn’t look for you, not really. When he had to leave, of course he kept an eye out for any sign of you. Vergil knows better than anyone what you’re trying to prove to him, to yourself, he thought better than to distract you. You’d come back when you know the time is right... He was so sure of that.

It had been raining heavily that entire day, flood warnings on every channel of the radio and television. He rarely ever used either by his own will, instead only being subjected to your taste in shows and his brother's taste in music- both of which he found mind numbing, but he only ever complained about his brother’s side of it. He hates seeing the way your face falls when you had once been so excited to show him something you enjoyed, only for him to accidentally crush that excitement with his grating nature. Vergil was a man who preferred a calm environment in the domestic part of his life, but he’d come to miss the faint sound of you living in the other room. The sound of the shower, your music, laughing while calling your friends or your brother. So, the radio was on, playing some classical music station so he didn’t have to deal with the monotonous lyrics about love and parting from muscitions too young to even fully understand what they were singing about. The only light on in the living room was the table lamp he used to illuminate the pages his eyes were caught on.

The front door opens with a harsh slam as the sound of the downpour fills the space. He wastes no time getting to his feet and adjacent to the doorway. It was a sight he’d never forget. Your form slumped against the door frame, your weapon in hand clattering to the ground followed by your set of keys. The smell of wet unwashed hair, and putrid mix of human and demon blood permeated through the room. Your body pushed itself from the frame, taking a few weak steps forward before collapsing. Before your head could collide with the hard wood of the floor, he is between you. Your head landing heavily on his shoulder as you slip from consciousness. When he looks down, you are the most exhausted and beat up he’s ever seen you. You’re filthy and the rain is obviously the closest thing you’ve had to a shower since you left.

His poor, poor child.

He’d taken you to your bed after getting you out of your filthy, drenched clothes. Putting everything you had managed to bring back with you, away. You didn’t wake up for a while after that, stuck in a perpetual slumber as everyone hesitantly waited for you to awake. Nero and Kyrie dropped by frequently, despite Vergil and his strained relationship. The two somehow managed to keep it civil for the two innocent parties present, only speaking to discuss your condition before he went in to see you. The young man had been so angry at his father when he found out he didn’t search for you. Your older brother would sit at the edge of your bed, and gently hold your hand as he spoke to your unconscious form, Kyrie beside him in support. She’d often leave food and baked goods for him and you for once you woke up- but this time she’d left a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the nightstand.

The flowers added a colorful brightness to the room, even long after the couple had left. Leaving Vergil to sit with you in silence, which was a nightly occurrence now anyways. He’d sit with you for hours after the sun had set, reading, writing, stitching up holes in his or your clothing. The last one was something he’d only taken up once you had gone. You had a fixation for hand stitching the holes in your own clothes. Eventually he gave in, letting you sew up and patch his clothing as well. It was resourceful and cut down in expenses- after all, a spool of thread and a few needles costs a lot less than replacing entire outfits. Tonight though, he had nothing. Not even he knows how that happened. There is only you, him, and his thoughts.

You looked peaceful. Truth be told, this was probably the first time you’d slept in weeks. Making up for that time by sleeping for weeks. At least you didn’t look as terrible as you did when you first got here, but that didn’t mean much. There was a feeling in his chest, stinging his lungs and heart as it beat. Worming its way from the darkest parts of his soul and mind, like the roots and branches of weeds. They bloom in his chest, pushing through his rips and constricting his lungs. He had tried to ignore it these past few weeks, to focus on you and literally anything else, but you can only ignore weeds for so long …Was this his fault? It had to be. A thick lump forms in his throat as he shifts in his chair, resting his jaw in his hand as his eyes hold on you. Shifting your head and letting out a dry groan.

If there is one thing in the world that Vergil hates the most, it’s admitting when he’s wrong and someone else was right. He hates having to admit that he made the wrong decision, but right now there was no way he could deny it. He had made the wrong choice, and you paid for it.

His hand takes yours that had been resting over the fold of your duvet, the sound of rain softly pattering on the pains of the window. Your skin was cold under his for a moment before both of your warmths melded together. You were strong, an intelligent fighter, quick to pick up skills… But you were also stubborn, pushing yourself to be better even when the goal was impossible for you at that moment, and you doubted the strength you had. An ever burning fear within you that you would never be as strong as him, that you would bring shame to his name. You were much like him, too much like him. The fight you had the night you left, it was over your strength and ability. Vergil hadn’t thought he said anything too harsh, but maybe he had- if it had been so harsh as to spark the thoughts to leave in your youthfully ignorant thoughts.

His grip on your hand tightens protectively. Nero was right, he should have gone out after you. He could have prevented this. When Vergil looks at you and your brother, he sees parts of himself, as he should, but this… Was he so overly confident in himself that he allowed you to be hurt? It was late, and even he needed rest eventually. This was about the time every night that he’d head off to bed. With a deep breath, the tightness of his grip releases but your hand does not. Your hand held a tight enough grip on his hand, enough to make his lips twitch into a smile. Maybe he’ll stay with you just a little longer.

Nero

Nero had been so certain that you were ready to join him in the field, kicking demon ass was in your blood and you had already proven to have an affinity for it. You had been so excited to get out into the action, and that's what made him feel so confident in taking you out with him. That you were confident in your ability. To be fair, you had also impressed the hell out of him for 90% of it. Doing so well it didn’t even seem like you needed him to be with you, except where the other 10% of the job came in.

The nest he had been called to take out was reported to be a small one, infesting the remnants of a defunct hotel-resort thing in the middle of nowhere. One of those places that used to attract tourists in the 80’s but became a hotspot for “Urban Explorers” in recent years. That's what they fed on, the 20-somethings with cheap go-pro cameras and a need for attention and internet fame.

Someone had bought the place to try and revamp it and bring it back to its glory days and barely escaped with their life before coming to him for help. That’s why he brought you with him, it was something small for your first time on the job. Something you could both easily handle without him having to watch you like a hawk. It had been that way, until parts of the floors began to collapse and the ground floor split open. Nero plumited 6 floors into the basement level while you remained to take on the rest of the hoard by yourself. From what he could tell, you handled them just fine- finding your stuff scattered on the 4th floor. It was obvious you had been intercepted trying to look for him, but whatever had taken you, it had taken you with enough force for you to be stripped of all your weapons.

The next three months he spent trying to find you by any means possible. Everyone around him tried to be supportive, but it didn’t do much to help his guilt or sense of urgency. He tore through nest after nest, following any clues given to him about where you were or what they were doing with you. When he finally got word from a minion of the creature that took his kid, he didn’t even care to consider that it might be a trap. Just jumping on it. This time, he was able to call up Nico to join him, and fuck, he's glad he did.

The feeling of the van moving was a subtle comfort, yet did nothing to sooth the knot of nerves he had become. He’d thought finding you would fix all of that, but the poor man had assumed that you’d be in better condition. It seemed stupid now, how he’d expected you to be just fine when he found you. You were a firecracker of a kid, you were tough, strong, and as witty as he could be. He guessed that’s why you had been used as a demon core. Nero tries to swallow the cynical thoughts swirling through his head, it was a coping mechanism- he knows that, but he had stayed optimistic until now. He can’t just give into the looming inner darkness now, not when you needed his hope the most.

Swaddled in all the blankets he could find in the van, you were still cold to the touch. You were emaciated and your skin was lacking its undertones- filled with a sickly gray instead. When he had carried you in, Nico asked if you were dead. To be very fair, if it weren't for your faint breathing and the fact he watched you fall out of the demon, he would have assumed you were dead too. That made him sick, a horrible churning in his gut as he soothed down your matted hair. You being wrapped up like this reminded him so much of having to swaddle you when you were first brought home, how little you were, how much you’d cry when he’d put you down for any reason. Knuckles brush gently down the side of your face.

How did you get here? How did you get this big? Has it really been 16 years? His head lowers, forehead pressing gently to yours and he trembles on the floor of the van, breath staggered with tearless and quiet sobs. A pair of eyes flick up to the rear-view mirror as she adjusts it, the picture of her friend sitting on the floor of her van. “Are they gonna be alright?” Nico asks as she returns the mirror to its proper position, her voice had an uncharacteristic softness to it. She definitely knew that now was not the time for her abrasiveness. Nero’s lips press flat, no answer is given. He wants to say that you’ll pull through, that you’re strong enough to pull through… but he just doesn’t know. Lady had pulled through quick enough after she’d been rescued from her energy sucking prison, but she’s a fully grown adult- you’re just a kid.

Your head shifts to the side, causing him to jerk back. You hadn’t moved at all by your own will since he’d found you, so your sudden show of life was a surprise, albeit a welcomed one. You try to swallow down nothing, only getting air as your head rolled to the side facing your father. His chest jumps with shocked and excited breaths, the feelings of deep sorrow being cut through like the flame of a match in the darkness of night. A grunt leaves you as your brows knit, dry and chapped lips spreading into a displeased display. “Eehh… Dad?” Your voice was horse from the dryness of your throat and lack of use, filled with a tired and pained confusion. A triumphant laugh sounds from his chest as his hand soothes your hair over and over. “Dad, Dad I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, I messed it up…” Your eyelids begin to flutter open, head tearing from side to side as you try to lift it.

“Shit, no- Don’t worry about it, just rest.”

#sp*ardacest shippers dni #proship dni #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dante sparda #dante sparda x reader #dante x reader #vergil sparda #vergil sparda x reader #vergil x reader #nero sparda #nero sparda x reader #nero x reader

[sadlynotthevoid]

GUYS!!

I was listening to Charlotte's ending (because, being honest, that anime has the most beautiful music in the story of anime and sometimes I just need to hear it again— damn it why does it have to have such a story) and I thought 'I wish there was a lcf crossover with og cale of this'. Which, great idea, actually.

So I started to daydream about it (instead of writing anything as the procrastinator that I am) and my first thought was that it has to be a sort of happier life, since the anime ended like that (specially for the Otosaka siblings, overall the Otosaka siblings). So my brain said "hey, why don't put the main cast in the Northeast families? Nao now has to deal with Eric's dorkness". So I went with it and tried to figure out 'which northeast family gets what charlotte character?'

I wanted to put Yuu in the Henituse family because the ending destroyed me, damn it, I want him to be happy. And his little sister— wait didn't they had an older sibling too? (I can't believe I forgot about Shunsuke ;∆; I'm so sorry. You were my fav)

Then I realized—

OG CALE AND SHUNSUKE ARE BASICALLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON!

Protective older siblings? Check. Selfsacrifical bastards ready to throw themselves for their family? Check. A strange relationship with time? Check. Elegant warm smile that reaches the eyes? Check. Absolutely badass hidden character? Check. Charming as fuck? Also fucking check.

They both even have the same 'I hold the key to salvation you need' and 'I wnt back in time so they won't be doomed' roles!

So—

Nao, Joujirou, Yusa, Misa, and Kumagami (he's the guy who located people with powers in the map and he was Shunsuke's best friend. He matters to me, okay?) are all reborn in the northeast families. Nao is Eric's younger sister. Yusa and Misa are twins and Gilbert's pain in the ass. Koujirou, the poor bastard, is born in the Stan family and runs away at the first chance. Kumagami is Amiru's older sibling who owns a shop because Ubarr is a matriarchal family (fuck thanks) and he needs to pay his meals (he may or may not be going for his third life. And he may or may not be a certain someone).

And the Otosaka's? They're reincarnated as the Henituse siblings... who have no idea the others remember their past lives.

They do, however, know who the others were.

Lily is the first one to remember. It take her some time to put the pieces together and realize that her dreams are not just dreams. That said, she recognized Bassen immidiately. He's still as sweet with her as before and, although her oppa may not realize, he can be quite unhinged sometimes. (That's fine tho. Most of them are.)

She lasts more to recognize Cale. She and her orabeoni aren't so close, she doesn't know him that well. That's why it takes her some old blurred memories from when she barely could walk and a bad night to notice. Ayumi's Shunsuke and Lily's Cale are the same person. After that the soft spot her orabeoni has for them becomes so obvious to her that she has to ask herself if she was blind before. Scary? Trash? Pshh, orabeoni was the biggest softy in the world. Let alone people, he doesn't like harming bugs. He picks them up and puts them outside so the servants won't squash them. Why do people think he would hit anyone?

Bassen cringes at his past life choices. He can't believe he used to be so— so— irresponsible. How embarrasing.

He's kind of surprised and sad at how good student his brother was. Not because he didn't think he's smart enough, but because he didn't expect him to effort so much at it. And if he did before, why did he drop his studies this time? Knowing all what he does now, he has the feeling that it must be either something stupidly self-sacrifical or something really important he decided not to tell anyone.

Lily seems to him pretty much the same but with a liking for swords. Good. Luckily, this way she would be able to protect herself this time. And gosh, isn't he reliaved they don't have those powers this time? No more accidental collapsing buildings for her.

Cale is the last one to remember that life. He's also the only one to remember their future life and probably the only one who knows why they remembered. Just like he tends to do with most things, he doesn't tell anyone about it (except Kumagami) until it comes up in a conversation or it's needed. (Alberu is a little bit jealous about this. Why does that guy gets to know but not him? Aren't they close too? Does he not trust Alberu as much? Thankfully someone has the mind to tell him that that's just how they used to be. And also because Kumagami seems is, as far as they know, the only one of Shunsuke's circle of friends that came to this world with them.)

His siblings? Oh, he knew it instantly.

#no Alberu isn't a reincarnation #yes he still gets involved in this #kumaroksoo wants to throw hands with whoever wrote the tboah book #someone out there really saw his friend and thought 'yes. that's a minor villain'? wtf #first. if cale ever decided to turn to the evil side he wouldn't be a minor villain #he would be the big bad pulling the strings from behind #second. he's way too good to be a villain #so much he's sure that if he puts cale and jack in a room together #the room would be purified in less than a hour #Poor Bassen discovered his dark story and wants to erase it #Lily doesn't remember dying and everyone is fucking reliaved of that #lcf x charlotte crossover AU #no cale isn't going to get blind. stop hurting him #og!cale henituse #original cale henituse #og cale henituse #alberu crossman #og albecale #charlotte #yuu otosaka #ayumi otosaka #shunsuke otosaka

[juneviews]

Wanted to start this by saying that I usually agree with your opinions (or even when I don't, I can at least see where you're coming from) but that's not the case when it comes to your opinion on Only Friends because I completely disagree and just wanted to add my two cents. You said that it wasn't relatable to the queer community but I'm sorry, the queer community isn't a monolith, there isn't one universal way that every single queer friendship group functions. Just because it wasn't relatable to your experience, it doesn't mean that it wasn't relatable to many other queer people's experiences. For example, one of my friend groups consists of gay men and the stories they've told me (and some of which I witnessed with myself)? Not that far off from OF (aka everyone getting with everyone, behind people's backs as well, and most of them are still on friendly terms now). It's perfectly fine that you didn't personally relate but you can't say no queer person/community did.

I also saw depth to a lot of characters and I could relate to several of them in different ways and everything in the finale made sense to me for those characters. For me it achieved what it set out to do: entertain, while also make me connect/care about some of the characters. It didn't do that for everyone (you included) but please don't claim it's a "bad show" as a general statement just because you didn't get anything out of it because a lot of people did. (My friend who struggles with depression and is currently going through a depressive slump found comfort in seeing Ray progress to a point where he's much happier at the end of the series because it gives her hope that she can get to that point soon too.)

Is Only Friends a brilliant, amazing, showstopping, incredible show? No. But it's not bad, far from it. It certainly has its flaws but the sudden hate it's getting is not warranted imo.

hi, first of all, it's fine to disagree lol, though it's always a bit jarring to me when people feel the need to let me know they disagree with me bc clearly we simply have a different taste & opinion. when I share my opinion about a show, I do it on my blog but never go on others' blogs to either defend a show I liked or trash a show I didn't like, but anyways. I have NEVER, EVER said that the queer community is a monolith & that all queer representation needs to be relatable to ME. in fact, a lot of my favorite queer media are HIGHLY UN-relatable to me lol. I never implied that only friends' flaws comes from it being unrelatable or unrealistic? in fact I believe it to be realistic since it's made by queer men & has recurring topics that p'jojo especially has used in previous shows of his, especially since the story of only friends is inspired by real-life events. in fact I said that I WISH they'd have leaned into the queer community aspect of it even more bc it was the one point in which this show differentiates itself from friend zone, so yeah. don't really know where you got that notion from. secondly, like it or not, I can claim any shows I've watched are bad in my opinion. once again, media is subjective & I did not like only friends so for me it IS a bad show. is it the worst? no. did I HATE it? no. did I have a good time in front of it? also no. also from a writing standpoint I'm sorry it IS objectively bad and FAILED at what it set out to do, especially considering the show itself doesn't seem to know what it set out to do in the first place. moreover, sudden hate? I've been criticizing only friends since it started airing lol, I'm not jumping on any bandwagon, and in fact it's more so the fandom that's catching up to the fact that this show is not very good. now, I'm genuinely glad that this show helped you & your friend and that you liked it! that's great, of COURSE this show is gonna have its fans, and in fact it has a lot of them! however it seems to me as if you've taken my (justified) criticism of the show to heart for a reason that only you fully know, and I hope you can investigate why that is. I truly value you as a long time follower of mine & I hope you can agree to disagree with me on that one even though I must admit this ask seems a bit jarring & personal to me. wish you all the best :)

xxx

#answers #only friends #only friends the series

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 6

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You're pretty heartbroken but you find another loner by your doorstep.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

You were at your usual convenience store that was on your way to school, only you weren't going to school now. Nah, it was already so late that the sun had set. What the heck were you doing out there like that? You felt like eating trash and Lady needed some wet food.

You weren't proud to say it, but you had been skipping school for a couple of days already. You had called the teachers and told them that you were feeling under the weather and they gave you some time off, as long as you would do your homework and attend exams if there were any. Much to your luck, there weren't any coming anytime soon.

You were embarrassed by yourself and how you reacted to Genya's victory… Or more likely, how you reacted to the fact that he turned into a popular guy with a couple of well-aimed shots.

How could you be so selfish, your best friend was happy and you should be happy for him… But he wasn't just a best friend for you but your crush… So your heart was broken for the first time and you needed time to mend it.

Genya would be happier without you dragging him behind. That's what you kept telling yourself every time you stared at your phone, wanting to call him but you were too cowardly to do so. So you sulked by yourself, playing video games with Lady keeping you company.

As soon as you had paid for your groceries, you grabbed your umbrella and left the store.

It was raining like crazy but you were happy to have your umbrella with you. Otherwise, you would have been soaked through the skin and bone. You didn't hate rain, it was the opposite, but you enjoyed it fullest from the warm safety of your apartment.

As you made your way towards your high-rise, you noticed something hunching by the entrance. You wished that it wasn't just some drunk again and you were completely ready to just walk past them and ignore them, but then you noticed the familiar hairstyle, even if it was flat because of rain.

"Genya!" You gasped in shock. What was he doing there by this hour? It was already dark and it was raining like crazy! The young man flinched as he heard you call his name and raised his head enough to look at you.

"Hey…" He nodded as he got up and walked up to you. He was absolutely soaked and you couldn't help but notice that he didn't have any shoes on, only socks. Despite being such a tall and muscular man, he never looked so small before.

"Genya, what the heck!?" You quickly raised your umbrella over his head, even if it was a little late for that. "What happened!? Where are your shoes!?"

"I…" The young man sighed in defeat, "Can I come inside…?"

You blinked, before nodding, "Yeah, just… Hold on a second."

You moved around him and inserted the code into your building's front doors. Once the code was in, the doors peeped and you opened the door for you and Genya to enter through. Both of you made your way up to your apartment's front door and you quickly slipped inside.

"Shit, you're completely soaked." You cursed quietly as you took your shoes off by the entrance. Genya bowed, as if in shame, "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, it's not your fault…" You frowned as you left your bags by the door and went to your bathroom to get a hot bath started. You heard Lady meowing somewhere, probably going to meet Genya by the door. You chose to ignore your cat and you made sure to add some of your limited-edition baked apple soap into the bath, and soon enough your bathroom smelled like apples and spices.

Once you were sure that the bath was slowly filling, you went back to the front door where Genya was. He was kneeling before Lady and scratching her from behind her ear but stopped and looked up once he heard you approach.

"Give me your clothes." You said and Genya's face flushed in deep red as he looked at you and you corrected yourself, "You're wet. I'll wash your clothes and you can take a hot bath so you won't get sick."

"You don't need to-!"

"It wasn't a suggestion but an order." You crossed your arms, "Now get over there and into the tub before I drag you there and strip you myself."

Hearing your threat, Genya knew you were a woman of your word and would totally do as you threatened to do. So he quickly got up and rushed past you into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him and you called after him, "Throw your clothes on the washing machine and I'll put it on once you are done bathing!"

"W- what will I wear?"

"I'll get you something, don't worry, and focus on getting warm!"

There was a long silence before you heard the softest "Okay…", followed by the sound of water stopping. He must have closed the faucet when entering the bath.

You nodded, pleased with yourself and Lady meowed by your feet. You looked at your cat and smiled a little, "Yes, I'll feed you, you glutton."

The grey cat meowed happily at the mention of food and you grabbed your grocery bag and went to put everything in their own places in your kitchen. Lady got her food and you wondered briefly if Genya had eaten anything and if he was hungry now.

You checked, and yes, you had ground beef, pasta, and ketchup so you could make very basic ketchup sauce for pasta. You filled the pot with water and put it on the stove to heat up and while the water started to heat you quickly went to your bedroom and dug out the biggest clothes you had.

"Genya, I'm leaving something dry for you to wear here just outside the door, okay?" You called through the bathroom door and a small, "Okay," was the reply you got.

Pleased with yourself, you went to cook the late dinner. Just as you were draining the water from the pasta you heard the bathroom door open and you turned to see Genya enter the kitchen area.

"Thank you for the clothes…" He thanked you quietly, not daring to look at you in the eyes yet. You took in the huge Walking Dead shirt he was wearing and the loose sweatpants. They were such a perfect fit, it was almost scary.

"You're welcome." You said as you turned to grab plates from the shelf, "Are you hungry? I made something simple to eat."

"Y- yes, please…" He nodded and you were pleased that you had decided to cook. You filled one plate with spaghetti and covered it with ground beef and ketchup sauce before handing it to your guest.

"Please enjoy." You said and you were taken aback by the stunned look in Genya's eyes as he accepted the huge plate and took a seat by the table. You filled your own plate and followed his example, sitting across from him before you started to eat.

You were a little nervous about how Genya would like the sauce, but he was eating like a starving man, getting ketchup on the corners of his mouth as he slurped the spaghetti eagerly.

Somehow the sight of him enjoying your cooking made you happy, but you were still confused as to why he was outside your high-rise at this time of the night and without his shoes.

Well, you could ask later, now you just wanted him to feel warm and safe. Once you were both done with your meals, you asked if your friend wanted more, but he turned the offer down. As you filled the dishwasher you heard Genya speak, "I'm… I'm sorry about all this trouble."

"You're not causing me any trouble." You replied as you turned to look at him, "Take a seat in the living room and we can talk. I have some questions I want to ask."

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu academy #genya shinazugawa #reader #Fem!Reader #reader insert #writing #my writing #story #my story #Enjoy! #modern!Au

[peachy-panic]

We Should Talk

Aaand we're back to the current timeline of Fifty-Eight Days. Thanks to Holdy for the beta read/edit :)

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WARNINGS: Post-suicide attempt, talk of sedation, past captivity, bad social anxiety, therapy, food insecurity

This was a stupid idea. 

He didn’t even know if Grayson liked flowers. Maybe he hated them. Maybe he was fucking allergic to them. But there was a woman selling bouquets with her little boy at a table down the block from the hospital, and Elijah had had a five dollar bill in his wallet. It was supposed to go toward his lunch in the cafeteria, but he got to thinking about how sterile and drab Grayson’s hospital was, and he just… he bought them. 

It seemed like a harmless enough idea at the time; Grayson was still pretty out of it most days, but maybe having something to look at besides white walls and medical equipment would be good for him anyway. But now, as he rode the elevator up to Grayson’s floor, fingers clutched tight around the paper bouquet, he had to talk himself out of throwing it in the nearest trash can. 

He was still considering it by the time he reached Grayson’s room. The door was closed, which wasn’t unusual considering how often he slept, and it was good because it gave Elijah one more chance to stall.

No. No. It wasn’t stupid. It was… It was nice. Wasn’t it? Grayson would think so. He was almost sure of it, and that was all that mattered. As long as it made Grayson a little bit happier than he was five minutes ago, Elijah could deal with the embarrassment. 

That decided, he pulled open the door. 

Elijah stopped on the threshold, squeezing so hard around the bouquet stem that he felt one of the thorns poke through the paper and dig into his palm. 

Grayson was awake and looking at him, but he was not alone. Three more heads turned at the sound of Elijah’s entrance, freezing him in place. His parents sat side-by-side to his left, and on his right was a mid-forties looking man with salt and pepper hair, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, an expensive looking sweater, and a too-friendly smile. 

He was the only one smiling. Grayson was… well, his expressions didn’t vary much these days. He greeted Elijah with the usual twitch of his lips and a small wave. But his parents were looking at Elijah like he was every bit the intruder he felt like right now. 

“I…” Elijah stuttered, already backtracking through the doorway. Absently, he shifted the flowers slightly behind him, hoping that no one saw them. “Sorry. S-Sorry, I didn’t know you—I’ll… I can come back.”

Both Grayson and the stranger to his right looked as though they might want to say something, but Elijah stumbled out of the room and down the hallway before they could get it out. 

He found his way to a waiting room at the end of the hall and planted himself in the first empty chair he saw. For a few long minutes, it was all he could do to sit still and focus on his breathing. Between his hands, the flowers quivered from the force of his shaking.  

This was ridiculous. He needed to get it together. Elijah was always anxious, but something like this never would have set him off so badly before. When shit like this happened, when his mental stability was rocked so thoroughly by the smallest interaction, it made him feel like he belonged in an institution. How was he supposed to get through life like this?

Once the embarrassment and anxiety began to subside, irritation bloomed in its place, hot and prickly. As the minutes strung together, nearing the half hour mark, Elijah wondered if anyone would even bother to come look for him when they were done with… whatever they were doing in Grayson’s room. 

His interactions with Grayson’s parents hadn’t exactly improved over the course of the hospital stay. They weren’t outright hateful, but they weren’t exactly warm and welcoming either. For the most part, they all made it a point to stay out of each other’s way, but true or not, Elijah had a hard time shaking the feeling that they didn’t want him there. He supposed he couldn’t entirely blame them; his presence was a constant reminder of what almost took their child away from them forever—twice now. 

He didn’t know what all Grayson’s parents knew about their time in captivity, but certainly they knew enough to know that Elijah was the reason their son ever crossed paths with Myles Voss. That seemed like as valid a reason as any to want him out of their lives. 

After forty-five minutes of spiraling, Elijah’s head got the best of him. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t have been willing to wait—he would have waited all day if he knew Grayson wanted to see him. But he didn’t know that, so he stood, throwing his jacket hood up and heading toward the stairwell exit. At least there was a trash can by the doorway where he could lose the flowers. 

“Elijah, wait.”

The voice was not a familiar one. He turned to find Sweater-And-Glasses crossing the waiting room toward him. Instinctively, Elijah took a step back. The man came to a stop, sensing his unease.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He showed his palms in a placating gesture. “I’m Dr. Collins. You can call me Anthony, if you’d like.”

The name didn’t ring any bells, so he didn’t know what to make of this man knowing his. “Do I know you?”

He flashed that disarming smile again. “You don’t, but I know Grayson. He asked me to come and find you. There is something he would like to speak with you about, and he asked if I would sit in.”

He wants me to stay.

“Are his parents still there?” he asked. “I don’t think they really… They probably don’t want me there while they’re visiting him.”

“They’re gone now. Grayson asked them to step out so that the three of us could talk.”

Elijah shifted uneasily. “I doubt that’s going to improve their opinion of me much.”

Dr. Collins’s smile went a bit wry, like he might know a thing or two about how Grayson’s parents were. “Grayson is an adult. He is perfectly capable of making his own choices, and he has made his.”

Elijah nodded. There was something in that that he could appreciate. Anyone who advocated for giving Grayson a sense of control gained points in his book.

“Are you his doctor or something?” Elijah asked. “You’re not the one I met before.”

“I am, but not at this hospital,” he said. “Grayson has been seeing me for the past several months—don’t worry, he gave me permission to share that with you.”

“Oh.” It wasn’t really surprising. If the church was willing to shell out money for Elijah’s therapy, they definitely would have taken care of Grayson. It was somewhat comforting to know he’d had someone to talk to. Though, he bitterly wondered about this man’s abilities, given where Grayson found himself now. 

“Would you be willing to come back to the room and talk?” he asked. “If my being there makes you uncomfortable, we can—”

Elijah shook his head, cutting the doctor off. “If Grayson is more comfortable having you there, you should stay. I’ll come.”

The man hesitated, looking at him in a way that reminded him a bit of Dr. Patel. “Your comfort matters, too.”

It wasn’t worth explaining that Elijah was never going to be completely comfortable sitting in an enclosed space with a man he barely knew, whether Grayson was there or not. Or that spending every day inside a hospital since Grayson was admitted—with its antiseptic smell, its drab colors and cold air—eliminated any chance of putting him at ease. Or that being here every day was the most Elijah had left his house since returning to the States, and his skin was jumping with anxiety at any given moment. 

Instead, he said, “I’m fine.”

Dr. Collins nodded, accepting that. “Okay.” He stepped back, gesturing toward the hallway that led back to Grayson’s room. “After you.”

It was only when they were halfway down the hall that Elijah remembered the flowers. He shifted the bouquet from one sweaty hand to the other. 

“They’re pretty,” Dr. Collins said quietly, catching his show of discomfort. “I think he will appreciate them.”

****

Grayson was sitting up in bed when he walked in, looking more alert than he had in days. Elijah wondered if the sedatives were completely out of his system, and in the next breath, he was startled by the realization of what that meant. Up until now, their interactions were largely buffered by a haze of disorientation. Now, Grayson was looking him in the eye, and there was nothing left standing between them. 

After several days in the hospital, his facial hair scruff had started to fill in, which was a strange mix of familiar and unsettling. For two months straight, this was the face that Elijah saw every day. It had been strange, seeing his shaven face that first day in the hospital. Elijah hadn’t seen him that way since before the mission, back when Grayson was nothing more than the all-American golden boy who shot the occasional furtive smile at him from across the church. 

He was smiling at him now, too—or trying to. The gesture was weak, but it radiated with genuine warmth. “Hi,” he said. 

Elijah swallowed. “Hey.”

“Are those for me?” He followed Grayson’s gaze down to the bouquet, which suddenly felt like the largest thing in the room. 

“Oh. Um, yeah.” Elijah shuffled toward the bed, close enough to hand them off. Grayson took them carefully, as if handling a newborn baby. “Sorry if that’s…” He shook his head, willing himself to use his words like a fucking human being. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like them, but it was getting kind of depressing in here.”

To his relief, Grayson chuckled, casting a quick look around at the plain walls. “You’re not wrong,” he said, then looked back at Elijah. The moment of eye contact at this range was so intense it nearly hurt. “That was… really nice of you. Thank you.”

Behind him, Dr. Collins cleared his throat. They broke their gaze, turning to him. “I can find something to put those in, if you’d like?” he offered. 

“Yeah, okay. Thanks,” Grayson said, handing them off. Maybe it was wishful thinking on Elijah’s part, but he thought he clocked a beat of hesitation before he let them go.

Dr. Collins dipped into the hallway with a promise of his return, leaving the two of them to a weighty silence.  Elijah sank down into one of the plastic chairs at his bedside, previously occupied by his parents. 

“How are—” Elijah began, at the same time that Grayson said, “Sorry about—”

They stopped. 

“Go ahead,” Elijah said. 

“No, no, sorry. You first.”

Rather than continue this dance for the next ten minutes, Elijah cleared his throat and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Grayson sat up a little taller in bed, rolling his shoulders back as if to support his answer. “I’m… I’m doing okay. A little tired, I guess,” he said. “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t know Dr. Collins was going to be here. It sort of felt like we chased you off.”

Elijah shook his head, because Grayson sounded genuinely guilty, which was the last thing he wanted. “You didn’t. I just didn’t want to intrude.”

“You’re weren’t,” Grayson said. “You’re not. I’m glad you stayed.”

He didn’t know what to do with the sincerity in his voice, so Elijah changed the subject. “Are your parents…?”

“They’re sorting out my discharge paperwork.”

Elijah blinked in surprise. “You’re leaving?” 

He didn’t know exactly how these things worked, but the idea of Grayson just… walking out of here at the end of his mandatory hold raised all kinds of alarm bells. Was it because they needed the bed? Was he being kicked out prematurely? Really, how much could have really changed in three days? How could they know that he wouldn’t walk right out of here and try again the first chance he got?

Suddenly, Elijah’s hands were clammy and shaking. He pressed them to his lap. 

“Yeah,” Grayson said. “My seventy-two hours are up tonight. Dr. Collins signed a statement saying he was comfortable releasing me to my parents, with increased monitoring from him. I guess that was good enough for them.”

Was it good enough? Are you okay? Are you going to try it again?

And then, more selfishly, he thought, What will this mean for us?

Elijah didn’t have time to voice any of these concerns out loud before Dr. Collins returned, holding a tall plastic cup of water. “This should do the trick,” he said. 

He set it on the windowsill, quickly unwinding the bouquet and dropping the stems in. They really were pretty, immediately livening up the space with color. Elijah wondered if Grayson would be able to take them when he left. If he would even want to. 

“Okay,” Dr. Collins said, pulling up a chair to the opposite side of the bed. “Grayson, I explained to Elijah that there was something you’d like to talk to him about, and he has allowed me to sit in. The floor is yours, whenever you’re ready.”

Elijah shifted his gaze back to him, hating the pinch of anxiety he found in Grayson’s features. It was unsettling, the realization that Grayson could be nervous about talking to him. It felt wrong. Elijah thought about the endless string of nights they spent in the solitude of the basement; how, at first, they began to talk out of a desperation to pass time, then as a distraction from their bleak reality. How, over time, so slowly they didn’t notice, that desperation turned to companionship and connection. Comfort, even on the worst nights. 

They had talked about everything. Anything. Grayson knew more about Elijah than any other person in the world. While he would never wish for the conditions that forged their bond in the first place, it was a physical ache in his chest now: the desire for Grayson to feel that comfortable talking to him again. 

“Before I say anything,” Grayson began, fidgeting with the hem of his blanket, “I want to make sure you know there is no pressure from me. You can say no, if you want. You can… you can always say no.”

That made him a little nervous, but Elijah nodded, trying to set him at ease. “Okay.”

Grayson’s eyes moved to his. “I mean it,” he repeated softly. “You don’t owe me anything, Elijah. 

I owe you everything, he didn’t say in response. You kept me sane. In the end, you kept me alive. And you never would have been there in the first place if not for me. 

“Why don’t you let Elijah decide for himself?” Dr. Collins inserted gently. Grayson looked at him, jaw locked tight, before he gradually let the expression slip. Finally, he nodded, letting out a long breath. 

“Dr. Collins suggested,” Grayson began, “and I agree, that it might be helpful for the two of us to talk about… about what happened. Everything that happened.”

Usually, Elijah’s anxiety was specially skilled at picking out every worst case scenario in the realm of possibility and preparing himself accordingly. But this was unexpected. Before he could even fully wrap his head around what Grayson was asking, his heart began to race, his lungs shrinking tighter inside his chest. 

“Together, I mean,” Grayson hastened to add. “Like, in a joint session. Or… well, maybe more than one, if you want, but he said we can start with one, you know, and just… test the waters, I guess. Only if you want to.”

He was nervous, rambling, and it broke Elijah’s heart to see how scared he was to ask this of him. How long had Grayson wanted this? Needed this? How many times had Elijah suppressed his own thoughts of what it might be like to reconcile with the one person who was there, the one person who knew what it was like?

If they had done this sooner, would Grayson have hurt himself?

Could Elijah have prevented this?

His breaths were getting away from him, so Elijah clamped his hands hard around the edges of his seat where no one could see his fingers going white. “Is that what you want?” he asked quietly. 

This, apparently, was the wrong thing to say. Grayson looked crestfallen. “I don’t want you to agree for my sake.”

“No, but you… you think it’s a good idea? You think it would help you?”

Grayson’s eyes returned to his lap, one finger twisted tight in the blanket. “I’m hoping it will help us both.”

“Of course,” Dr. Collins chimed in again, “if you are already seeing someone and would feel more comfortable with your current doctor mediating the sessions, that’s something the two of you should discuss as well. But as I told Grayson, I am happy to have you in my office as well.”

Elijah swallowed, feeling the weight of the decision on his shoulders. “Can I think about it?” he asked. 

Grayson’s hand twitched on the mattress, as if he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching him. “Yes,” he said. “Of course. You should.”

After another tense silence, Dr. Collins slapped his palms softly against his legs. “Okay,” he said, standing. “I think that leaves us in a good spot. Elijah, it was nice to meet you. Grayson has my number, whenever you decide what you’d like to do.” He turned to Grayson then, his smile softening even further. “We’ll talk soon,” he said. 

Elijah got the impression he might have said more if they were alone, making him feel a bit like an intruder for the second time today, but Grayson seemed happy enough with that departure. 

“Should I stay?” Elijah asked once they had the room to themselves. “It sounds like you’ve had a lot going on today. I don’t want to…” He let the thought trail off, not wanting to sound quite as pathetic as he felt. 

“Yeah,” Grayson said without hesitation. “I wouldn’t mind the company, as long as you don’t have somewhere else to be. I can’t imagine it’s been fun hanging out at the hospital every day. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave.”

“I don’t,” Elijah said just as quickly. 

Grayson just nodded, but Elijah didn’t miss the way his shoulders relaxed against the bed.

With the stressful conversation behind them, both of them were too exhausted to have much to say. Instead, while they waited for Grayson’s parents to finish up with the paperwork, Grayson flicked on the small television in the corner of the room, and the two of them relaxed into the quiet drone of sitcom reruns. 

The growl of Elijah’s stomach was the first sound either of them made for a long time. He crossed his arms self consciously over his stomach, but Grayson already heard. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked. 

Elijah’s face warmed. He was not about to tell Grayson that he was actually starving, and that the reason he didn’t eat was because he spent his lunch money on a stupid bouquet of flowers. 

But before Elijah could respond, Grayson reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a covered tray. “I haven’t touched my lunch. Do you want some?” he asked, taking the plastic dome off the top to reveal an assortment of beige-colored foods. Grayson wrinkled his nose. “I think it’s supposed to be chicken nuggets. Allegedly.”

Even though the sight—and even the smell—wasn’t particularly appealing, Elijah’s mouth watered anyway. “I don’t want to take your food.”

“My parents smuggled me in some soup earlier. I’m really not hungry.”

He eyed the tray, then looked back at Grayson. “You sure?”

“Yeah, you’re saving me the guilt of wasting it. I mean, I can’t promise that it’s going to be all that good, but…” Here, he seemed to stumble, a tentative curl playing at the corner of his mouth. “Well, we’ve had worse, haven’t we?”

He—

Elijah was—

It was the first time either of them had directly (and lucidly) referenced something that happened at the compound. And it was… a joke? Elijah’s first instinct was to tense up, like he did every time anyone tried to bring up anything about those weeks, but with Grayson… This felt different. Because Elijah did remember the hard-earned bowls of plain, undercooked rice and spoiled meat they had once shared in a basement thousands of miles away. And he knew that Grayson remembered them, too. 

And now he had to wonder about that throwaway statement Grayson made, and if he, too, felt overwhelmingly guilty about the prospect of wasting food since he returned to the states. 

Elijah supposed that was something they could talk about in a joint session, if he agreed to it. 

Finally, Elijah reached out and accepted the tray. ‘Yeah,” he said, letting out a bitter little laugh. “I guess we have.”

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[possibilistfanfiction]

Just dropping by to say I really appreciate your writing. I hope you are well!

Also, I miss footy au. xD

[i swear i'm still working on it!! the last chap WILL be up for the wc lol here's a teeny bit]

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round of sixteen

'so,' ava says, grinning from ear to ear, 'then he came up to me, with his dad, and asked if i knew how to do a wheelie in my chair.'

you can't help but smile too, as ava tells you a story of how she'd seen a little boy in a wheelchair today at target; she's been discharged from inpatient therapy, and you'd helped coordinate with dr. salvius — and ava, of course — to get her into what dr. salvius assured is the best outpatient facility in the world. ava had been grumpy when you'd both insisted that, although obviously there were so many people who were happy to keep her company and care for her — even more as the world cup goes on and teams with your friends on them are eliminated — she would benefit, at least for now, from a home nurse for a few hours each day, and a handicap-accessible van for trips to and from rehab and wherever else she wanted to go.

target, apparently, being one of them — but it had made you happier than you ever could've expected, even a year ago, to hear ava tell you about the new sheets she picked up, a cute jewelry holder she found, how her back hadn't hurt too badly and how muscular her arms are after so much time in the chair. she has months and months to go, if she ever is able to regain most of her mobility — still a big if — but she seems happy, especially on good days.

and today had been a good day: she'd, of course, showed the little boy how to do a wheelie, because of course she loves to do them, and she'd gotten burgers at her favorite brewery with dora — 'and now i get to watch you kick some absolute ass.'

your heart has been lighter as she's healed: you don't care, at all, if she plays again, only that her pain is as minimal as it can be and that, whatever her recovery looks like, it's imbued with community, and joy. that she doesn't feel alone. you nod. 'that's the goal.'

ava laughs, delighted. 'you're so stupid sometimes.'

you roll your eyes, far too fond, and lilith scoffs from next to you on the bus.

'hey lilith,' ava says, unfazed. 'when you score tonight, dedicate it to me.'

'hell will freeze over before that ever happens,' lilith responds.

'yeah, it would be a total miracle if you ever scored, that's true.'

you laugh, despite yourself, at lilith's glare.

'anyway, good luck, have fun being the second-best nine in the world.'

lilith groans but waves in the direction of your phone, and you wish, so much, that you could hear ava's silly and harmless trash talk in person, that she was standing in the tunnel on the other side, ready to walk out and play a full 90 as hard as she could. but ava's hair is clean and she even has some makeup on, and she'd made a little boy incredibly happy today, her laughter more powerful than anything.

'well, i'll let you go,' she says. 'love you, baby.'

'i love you too.'

when lilith scores — her third, a hat trick far too imposing for a knock-out stage in a world championship — she points into the camera and smiles. ava will never, ever let it go, you're already certain, but that's why you all love her anyway.

#footy au #if this isn't medically accurate pls know i Truly do not care lol