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uselesssomebody · 2 years

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reader that didn’t have a lot of emotions before she turned (to whatever you want) but now the bite made her feel things she never felt so she just asks everyone “why is my heart tingling 😠” HAHA

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words || 𝟙.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader feels - maybe a bit too much

a/n || yo anon i love this request, and i'm sorry i haven't gotten to it in a hot minute. not gonna lie, i did make this a bit more romance-y and a bit more stiles-y than originally intended because: surprise! i'm a whore!

➵ alright the rest of the requests will be out within the next two weeks so stay tuned!

➵ next non-request fic is one i'm so excited for: a bucky fic inspired by a halsey song and a buzzfeed unsolved episode. if anyone can guess it, i will dedicate the whole fic to you hahaha

➵ me to myself while writing this: you didn't expand on the romance enough

➵ also myself to me: whore it is two in the morning go to bed

warnings || fluff, i suppose

➵ a wee bit raunchy, esp. near the end, but deffo not smutty so that is why i am not putting an 18+ warning

➵ if you still think you will be uncomfortable/are not suited for that type of content: hey! come back later or check out my other fics!

it’d been weeks since they’d had an occurrence. while everyone else was happy to finally focus of school, work, or each other - stiles seemed like he was gasping for another wild, supernatural goose chase.

y/n could see it in his eyes, everytime he overheard one of his father’s radio transmissions, and the light in his eyes fades when he has to hear about a regular violent assualt, as opposed to one where a ‘strange, furry, four-legged creature’ was the perpetrator. similarly, stiles had been careful to monitor his best friend’s - he’d never admit it to scott - condition over the coming weeks.

she’d been bitten no more than a mere week and a half ago, and she’d taken it surprisingly well. he knew he shouldn’t, but stiles couldn’t help comparing her reaction to scott’s - during a time that seemed so long ago now. he’d noticed both the big things - the noticeable flinches and disgust at the school bell or when a loud motorcycle revved along the road. he’d abused the fact that her hearing was uber-sensitive; scott had been trying to wean stiles away from the sheer invasion of privacy the power granted. but stiles wasn’t having it, happy that y/n shared in his somewhat-immoral curiosity. he also noticed the small things: the twitching of her eyes when listening out for small noises during their otherwise quiet study sessions. the cold weather of the growing winter meant she would wear gloves often, but he’d seen the small, crescent-shaped scars littered on her palms.

he didn’t know if he could attribute it to the bite, but he also seemed to notice that she was much more emotive than usual. before it, shows of insecurity or joy were both scant; a tear being shed was almost unheard of. because of it, stiles was almost bombarded by the sheer giddyness and depression that seemed to follow her around for the past few days. she laughed more - it was akin to a cackle now, but stiles thought it was cute - and it had done wonders to stiles’ self-esteem, happy that at least someone was appreciating his jokes. and he could have sworn that, as lydia convinced the lot of them to go to the movies, tears had dripped on to his sweater - the one she’d been leaning her head against - as one of the main characters in the film died a rather upsetting death. and he could have also sworn he hear her quiet sniffles as he drove her home.

he was at a stalemate - unsure as to how to approach her about it. would it be insensitive? was he in the right to say anything? was anything even actually different going on? he was pondering the questions as he walked out of class - and walked into someone. shaking his head in shock, he’s happy to see scott.

“hey, man. you doing okay?” scott must’ve noticed his penseive state, and stiles was quick to brush him off.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” they walked to their lockers in silence, before stiles realizes that the answer to all of his questions in standing right in front of him, “hey, scott?”

“hmm?”

“uh - when you first turned, did you - well, was there any difference in your emotions?” he stumbles the question out, somewhat unsure of exactly how to phrase it. scott looks confused, implying stiles probably hadn’t done a good enough job.

“emotions? uh, you remember that i’d get angry and that would lead to me changing, but-”

“no, no, not like that. i meant - were you more, like, expressive? did you just feel happier or sadder or whatever?” scott pauses to think about it.

“uhm, i - i guess, i mean - yeah, i guess i was.” stiles wasn’t fully convinced by his answer, but thanked him anyways, bidding him goodbye before heading out. the only way he’d get an answer was by going to the source - y/n.

he’d let himself into her place - the spare key in its familiar place in the potted plant by the patio. he had immediately noticed the silence on the lower floor - evidently, her parents weren’t home. however, he could hear light music from upstairs, so he hollered a greeting to her as he walked up the stairs.

she didn’t even glance up at him as he walked in, instead offering a quiet greeting as her eyes stayed trained on the work in front of her. she seemed… stressed. god, stiles had never even seen her stressed - how on earth does she consider him her best friend? realizing that now wasn’t the best time to bombard her with questions, he instead found a comfortable place on a cushioned chair by the wall, swinging his legs over the armrest as he pulled out his own textbook.

there was silence between them for a moment, with just the soft melody of the song she had playing.

“your book’s upside down, ya know?” she broke the silence by pointing at his book, still refusing to take her eyes off her paper. it was true, he really han’t been paying attention to his book - focusing instead on if she was okay. he was quick to correct it, muttering a small story, “you should be,” she responded in her usual humor, but her voice quivered a bit as she made the light-hearted joke. stiles didn’t know whether or not to press her, but decided that making sure she was okay outweighed the potential awkwardness of the following situation. he cleared his throat.

“y/n, are you okay?” he was looking at her in earnest, and he saw her eys flit up to hers, before quickly fixating back on her paper. even in the dim light of the room, he noticed that she wasn’t actually focusing on the text, instead sporting a gaze that was unfocused and distant.

“why-” she cleared her thoat, her voice-crack obvious, “why do you ask?” stiles gulped.

“i - i dunno, you just seem a bit stressed. you need help with something?”

“no, of course not, it’s just this stupid lit paper and-” her voice broke off before she could continue, and stiles could see small drops glisten as they fall onto her lap. was she crying? he rushed to her side, quick to take the paper that had been causing her such misery away from her.

“hey, hey - it’s okay, it’s okay - you’re fine - i…” stiles trailed off, unsure of what to say to his best friend - the person who never cried, the person who walked around with such a confidence that it almost came off as arrogant, the person who barely showed her emotions. he opted instead to wrap her in a hug, allowing her to shake against his shoulder.

he listened as her little gasps and hiccups dwindled down, and she slowly, begrudgingly, untangled from him. she was quick to wipe her wet face with her sleeve, and stiles waited patiently as she calmed down.

“i’m so - so sorry, that was so dramatic, i didn’t mean to spring that on you, i-” in an attempt to justify herself, she had begun rambling, but stiles was quick to reassure her.

“no - no, it wasn’t. you okay now?” she smiled - it was small, but it was there.

“yeah, much better.” she grows silent, and that small smile fades. she bites her lip, as if she’s unsure if she wants to say something or not. obviously deciding she should, she takes a final deep breath to calm herself, “it’s just - ever since the bite, i’ve been feeling like everything’s hitting me all at once. i mean, i got used to the lights, noises and smells, but - shit - i can’t deal with all this fucking stuff. i’m swinging from happy to sad so quickly, and over the dumbest things, and it just feels like my heart’s always tingling! and i can’t get it to stop and i hate it - god, i hate it so much.” stiles’ theory had been correct, but now he was wondering as to why exactly she hated it so much. she had started fiddling with her sleeve, her confession leaving her in a state of vulnerability.

“i - why exactly is that so bad?” he said it in an earnest tone, hoping not to come off as confrontational. she looks like she’s not going to answer him, and he’s about to gently press her further, when she exhales deeply, and throws her head back a little.

“you wanna know why it’s bad?” it’s rhetorical, but stiles nods nonetheless. instead of a verbal answer, she grabs his hand - bringing it slowly up to her chest. finally placing it on the dip between her breasts, he lets out a soft exhale at the rapid beating of it, “that’s why.” her voice isn’t above a whisper, and stiles’ mouth is dry as a bone, “i can’t even look at you anymore without my brain going into overdrive, and-” she laughs, a breathy laugh laced in uncertainty, “i don’t know if it’s one of those ‘primal urges’ or whatever but…”

“i-” stiles had regained his voice, and had dropped his hand in shock, “i - you-” instead of allowing him to continue an incoherent ramble, y/n inches closer, and starts closing the gap between the two. she could hear his heart, already beating inconsistently, somehow still manage to pick up the pace - as she lowered her lips to his. she can feel the sweetness of his breath.

“i need you stiles. god - i need you so bad it hurts.” she can see the small movement of a nod as she presses down on him, the meshing of their bodies perfect in an almost indescribable way. the heat from his body enhanced the inferno of emotions she could feel in her own, and every graze of his fingers over her hips, his hair on her forehead, and the press of his lips felt amplified to a unignorable extent. as much as she’d hated the sensitivity to everything over the past few days, she was relishing in every sensation provided by the man - her best friend - in front of her.

when they broke away, they were both a bit breathless. she had his head in her hands, and ran her fingers lightly through his hair.

“still worried about that lit paper?” she laughs, even at such a serious moment, she loved that he could still make a joke.

“should i be? i thought i’d have all night to work on it.” similarly, he laughs.

“not anymore.”

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #fluff #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski oneshot #stiles stilinski fluff #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski request #teen wolf request #uselesssomebody

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fern-stone · 1 year

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Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I got tagged by @nooowestayandgetcaught tyyyy! This looks v fun... I will also be cheating and doing more lines than 3 but less than 7 haha

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Tagging @monroeknoxwrites and anyone else who wants to do it!

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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Hey S.T changing it up tonight. How about some questions instead (while I think of a new prompt)

1) Top 6 Favorite Wrestlers

2) Top 6 Hated/Dislike Wrestlers

3) When did you start watching wrestling?

4) What promotions do you watch?

5) First wrestling match you remember watching

6) Ever been to any wrestling shows/events?

7) Favorite Wrestling Story Line

8) Least Favorite Wrestling Story Line

9) 1st fanfiction you ever wrote

10) What do you love most about wrestling?

I can’t wait to read your answers 💜💚

Sorry in advance, I got a little carried away. So you don't have to read through all my rambling if you don't want to. These were fun questions, though, thanks for asking!

1) Top 6 Favorite Wrestlers

I feel like I need to give some background information, so prepare for a long answer to this.

1. Cash Wheeler/ FTR: Who would've guessed, huh? Cash's my favorite, across all categories. Honestly, he is criminally underrated. Have you seen him in the ring? He is ridiculously fast! And very precise! I love that when Dax is in the ring, he moves around like a hunter circling his prey. Everything seems very calculated, very planned. I like that. What I enjoy even more though, is when he tags in Cash and the whole pace changes. He's like a pitbull off the fucking leash. I genuinely feel like ya'll are sleeping on the man.

And FTR made me fall in love with wrestling again, with a style of wrestling I hadn't appreciated before. They always say they have no fancy moves, and it might be true, but their storytelling in the ring is unmatched for me.

On a very personal note, I have to thank these two little shitheads because they have helped me conquer my depression to some degree. For years, I have been struggling, losing all interest in things I've usually enjoyed, like drawing, writing/reading, and generally being creative. I just went to work, then went home and stayed in bed for the rest of the day/night.

It's funny to me that two guys who don't even know that I exist have helped me through some of the darkest times of my life and brought some joy back. I owe them more than I could ever tell. (And yes, I shed a tear while I wrote this). So if any of you ever says something negative about these two, go kindly fuck yourself.

[From here on, answers will get shorter]

2. Kenny Omega: God, I just love this man. I can't really describe what it is, but there is something poetic in the way he moves. There's just a certain grace about him that demands my attention when he's in the ring. Plus I love his geeky side. We actually have the same taste when it comes to Anime, so I like him even more.

3. Christian Cage: In my early teens, 20 years ago, I had a major crush on Christian. Over the years, the crush turned into general admiration, and he still brings a smile to my face everytime I see him. I've always enjoyed his work as a heel, and can't wait for him to turn again.

4. MJF: Maxwell is a star in the making. I mean, he already is one, but imagine him in 10 years. It's gonna be magical. His dedication to his in-ring persona is unmatched and he can turn shit to gold. Personally, I thought the whole campaign against Mox was a stupid storyline, but I enjoyed it because it was MJF. That's how good he is.

5. Scott Hall: I always say he was my first wrestling crush, but he wasn't really. I was 6 years old, he was like 30 years older, I certainly didn't crush on him. My brother owned an original Game Boy and had this WWF game called either RAW or Kind of the Ring. When he didn't play, I'd always snatch the Game Boy and played. And I always played as Razor Ramon. Later, when I saw him on TV, I immediately knew this was my guy. God, he was soooooo cool.

6. CM Punk: I loved him in WWE. The Pipe bomb will always be one of the best wrestling moments I have ever witnessed. And Punk is the reason, I started watching AEW. My brother tried to talk me into it for quite some time, but I always turned him down saying I was done with wrestling. Then, last year, he tried one last time and told me Punk would come back. I couldn't say no to that, and when he really walked out, I smiled like an idiot at the TV. Then, the start was a bit rough, because he didn't feel like 'My Punk' in the beginning, but I love his recent work.

2) Top 6 Hated/Disliked Wrestlers

1. Shawn Michaels: Hear me out, I don't hate the man because Dax hates him. I've hated Michaels way before I knew Dax existed. I just never liked him. Plus, the Sweet Chin Music is the worst finisher of all time. Yes, I know wrestling is fake, but don't make it that obvious. You really want to make me believe that your opponent is so beat down that he doesn't hear you stomp your goddamn foot 3293 times for 10 minutes straight?! Like he doesn't have a clue what might happen next?! It's a goddamn kick that happens many times in a match, but because you stomped like a little toddler whose mama didn't buy him candy, it'll end a match? Yeah, right.

2. Darby Allin: Hate is a strong word, but I just don't get him. When I started watching, I thought I'd love this guy because aesthetically, his style is my cup of tea. He was a let-down for me though. Plus, I hate the Coffin Drop as finisher.

3. Hulk Hogan: Just a douche in general.

4. Sammy Guevara: I don't dislike him, I am just very indifferent to him. Which I don't understand myself, his matches are good. I just can't warm up to him.

5. Charlotte Flair: same as Sammy.

6. Kelly Kelly: I am talking about young Kelly Kelly that got handed everything on a silver plate while not being all that good. I have no idea what she is doing now, and I honestly don't care.

3) When did you start watching wrestling?

As with a lot of things I have come to love, it was actually my older brother introducing me. I might have been 5 when I really started to get interested in the whole idea of wrestling, then it was part of my life until my mid-twenties when I stopped watching altogether. It was just recently that I started watching AEW (watched all the older Dynamite episode later) and fell in love with it again.

4) What promotions do you watch?

Right now, it's just AEW. I have fallen out of love with WWE years ago. When there was a way to watch here in Germany, I enjoyed Lucha Underground, TNA for some time, and I loved WCW back in the day.

5) First wrestling match you remember watching

Undertaker vs Undertaker, Summerslam 94. Because my brother loved The Undertaker, and he watched that match about 2374375 times.

6) Ever been to any wrestling shows/events?

I have been to two WWE shows here in Germany, maybe in 2004, 2005? And there also was a TNA Show close to where I live. But other than that, sadly no. I have made my peace with the fact that I will (most likely) NEVER see FTR live (just typing it actually breaks my heart)

7) Favorite Wrestling Story Line

Hmmm, honestly, about anything that includes CM Punk or MJF. I am a sucker for good promos, and these two ALWAYS deliver. So I am going with their feud against each other. MJF is just killing it, and I love how he blurrs the links between show and reality.

8) Least Favorite Wrestling Story Line

This was a tough one. And then I remembered it: There was this absolute shitty storyline with Kane and Lita...where he forced her into marriage? Then, at some point, she was okay with it...then 'pregnant' and then lost the kid? That was the most fucked up shit I have ever seen happening in a wrestling ring.

9) 1st fanfiction you ever wrote

In general, a one shot for the Anime 'Bleach'. In my high school years. I'm pretty sure it sucked.

Wrestling wise? The Cash Wheeler one shot 'Weirdo' that I wrote in March this year.

I actually didn't write a whole lot when I was younger, because I never got any feedback on it and thought no one liked it.

So I am more than happy to get some opinions here on tumblr. Although, in my adult mind, I probably would write some of it anyway. Like I would write Meant To Be, even if no one read it. I'd just do it for myself.

10) What do you love most about wrestling?

To me, wrestling is like dancing combined with drama class. There are (at least) two bodies moving together in order to tell you a story. In between, someone holds a monologue, explaining his intentions, thoughts, goals. More dancing. Dialogue. More violent dancing.

Honestly, I can't explain it. It's just, if it's good wrestling, it makes you feel. This year, I have seen the best match I'll probably ever witness. FTR vs Briscoes. Never ever have I felt a match like I felt this one. The four men had me wrapped around their fingers. I rewatched it every day for 4 weeks and was still amazed by it. It's a feeling I can't explain, and it's what I like most about wrestling.

#steph answers #steph rambles #answered asks #wrestling

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quirrrky · 3 years

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Hey! I'm not sure if requests are open but can you do smtg like the reader and kyojuro+sanemi (separately) likes each other but are too scared to confess? 💕💕

(like some angst and a lot of fluffs!)

MUTUAL PINING w/ KYOJURO & SANEMI -» A/N: ANON!!! I hope you can come back to me after reading this and tell me what you think, srsly..I fell in love w this 😭 I love how this turned out 💗😭 I swear to god, thank you anon! 💖

KYOJURO has never imagined that he'll feel this way towards someone before. That special joy his heart feels everytime you'll be in his proximity. The way his smile never leaves his face with thoughts of you in mind. He has no idea why...Why he likes to protect you more than others, why he feels like there's a large part of his soul that's missing. He doesn't know the answers to these, until he receives a fatal blow and his life flashes before his eyes. He's ready to die for the world before but seeing your face in his memory makes him realize how much he fears death if it means he'll no longer see you again, if it means he can't get the moment to have you in his arms feeling your warmth, existence and love even in his last moments. "Kyojuro, do you feel better now?" His eyes open, realizing he's finally saved and healed, he sighs and almost sheds a tear of joy, but he knows he has something better to do.

His eyes gentle and sentimental. "I'm a lot better now, because I get to see you again." Your tears fall on his face. "I was worried." He smiles at you, "I was worried too. I was worried I won't get the chance to tell you something important." You search his eyes and he cups your face. "I love you, Y/N" You press your forehead against his and confess your feelings for him as you engulf each other in an embrace. At that moment he thinks that he'll die any moment as long as you're beside him, but for now he'll stay a little longer in hopes of sharing a lifetime with you.

SANEMI gets a rush everytime he sees you. The sweet twinkle in your eyes each time you smile, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears before he sleeps, the way his chest feels like exploding whenever you're near all of this makes him go crazy. But what can he offer you? He's never the man worthy of you. This thought never fails to leave a bitter taste in his mouth when all he can ever do is to remain by your side, watch your back and keep you safe. You are, after all, a delicate flower to him and he's scared that if he'll ever hold you, you'll wither in his hands. And that makes him scared. even if it means settling with the bitter feeling each and every night he fails to tell you how much you mean to him. However, when the day comes you're giving away your sweet smile to someone other than him, he can't help but let the 'beast' show.

He impulsively drags you and lets go of your wrist when you get finally to somewhere private. "Why are you doing this to me?" He hisses, frustration evident in his voice. "What do you mean? I can't understand you." "Well, I can't understand anything either! I can't understand why all I ever think about is you! I can't understand why...why it this happening to me whenever you're around, damn it! I can't...I can't understand why-" He's surprised when when he feels your hand against his cheek. "Sanemi..." Your smile melts him. Will you get it even if he doesn't say it? Will you still understand how he feels without those words? Do you feel the same way too?" Holding your hand on his cheek firmly, he leans down and gives your forehead a soft kiss. You shifted your head up and your lips graze against each other, he presses on them further and captures you in the gentlest kiss there is as his arms encircle around you keeping you close to him.

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REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED ♡ Please help me reach other viewers. Thank you so so much!

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#I love this one plssss #🎴.kny #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro headcanons #rengoku headcanons #kyoujurou x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi headcanons #shinazaguwa sanemi headcanons #shinazugawa sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny headcanons #quirrrky kyojuro #quirrrky sanemi

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Pedro Pascal Fic Rec List - April 2021.

To celebrate Pedro Pascal’s 46th birthday, and my 2000 follower milestone, I have decided to compile a list of all my favourite Pedro Pascal character x reader fics as well as write something little about why I love them so much.

--- List under the cut ---

Maxwell Lord

What’s Love Got To Do With it by @storiesofthefandomlovers

This series by Charlie -- my god. I have read this series four times, and you can ask any of my friends, I was obsessed with it. WLGDTWI was literally the first ever fan fiction I cried over (please take that as a compliment). I was a ghost reader for a very long time on Tumblr, and I read this back when there was barely any fics for Max Lord whatsoever, but it will always, ALWAYS have a special place in my heart. I remember getting so many of my friends to read it too. I just adore the arranged marriage trope and how you executed it.

Honey & Velvet by @forever-rogue

Patricia; when I first began to stan Maxwell, it was a friend who recommended that I read Honey & Velvet. I am not kidding when I say it changed my life. This was the first Max Lord series I ever read (it must’ve been back in Summer 2020) and your writing only fuelled my love for him even more. It’s a series I’ve read and enjoyed multiple times and I’ll always go back to reread it.

Gold Rush by @thewayofthemandalorian

Gillian, I’m on my second reading of Gold Rush and I can’t even begin to tell you how comforting I find it. I always yearn for soft!Max, fics that set in the WW universe, fics that include Alistair -- and you served so hard with this. It’s so easy to get lost into this amazing universe you’ve created in Gold Rush and this fic has put so many smiles on my face. I even shed a tear at the ending. Thank you thank you thank you for taking your time to write Gold Rush, because I just know it brings myself and others so much warmth and joy.

Din Djarin

Metanoia by @kiwi-the-first

This broke me. Metanoia is based on the song Saint Bernard by Lincoln, and Kiwi, the way you incorporated the lyrics with this one shot... it was just so wonderfully done. This fic hurt -- but take that as a compliment because the fact your writing can evoke such emotion really says a lot about your talent.

Sweet Talk by @pascalpanic

Aaaa a spicy one by Josie so this is for 18+ readers only! This was so well written and I remember, when I wasn’t feeling particularly bothered about Din, I read this and immediately got in the feels for him. That’s Josie’s superpower. You read her writing and then you just can’t stop thinking about it for days on end. That’s what Sweet Talk done to me.

Dave York

The Honey Inside Your Hive by @mouthymandalorian

Katee, my love, I’m so glad I met you. I’m so glad we’re friends. Your writing is absolutely phenomenal and I get so excited when I see you’ve written something new. But this fic -- this fic in particular -- ...whoa. I love sex pollens but you OUTSOLD with this one. It’s so fucking fantastic and I will literally spend the rest of my life recommending people to read The Honey Inside Your Hive. Everytime I read it, it’s like, I get transported to another planet. It’s OUT OF THIS WORLD.

Frankie Morales

Please, anything by @honeymandos, literally anything. Soliel is my best friend in the whole world and honestly? I have never felt much for Frankie’s character, but talking to her about headcanons, or fics she’s writing... she literally possesses the power to make you fall head over heels in love with him. She has such an accurate depiction of him and she is such a talented writer. You just have to trust me and see for yourself because you will not regret reading her work.

Bird Bath by @honeymandos

To Love Is To Stay by @honeymandos

Somebody Else by @honeymandos

Infernal Hearts by @honeymandos

Javier Pena

Woman by @steeeeeeeviebb

This fic -- *chefs kiss*. Mwah. It’s perfection. I was getting frustrated for a long time because I don’t really have the patience or attention span for series’, and I really wish I did because getting lost in a fic is such a wonderful experience to me. But this fic yeeted me straight out of that loophole where I couldn’t fixate on reading something and it truly took over my life. I was reading Woman at every free moment I got. I love how Stevie captures not only Javier’s character, but also Steve and Connie. And I have never hated a character more than I hate Kubakis. I can’t wait for an update; this series holds such a special place in my heart.

Teach Me Tonight by @storiesofthefandomlovers

Another one by Charlie! The first Javier fic I ever read, and I just adore the premise of it. I love the arc, and the way each chapters are laid out as a ‘lesson’. It’s another one of Charlie’s fics that I got all my friends to read. I got lost in Teach Me Tonight, it truly is a rollercoaster of emotions.

Oberyn Martell

Dove by @honeymandos

This must be a Soliel stan account because once again I’m recommending a fic of hers. Dove is the only Oberyn Martell fic I’ve ever read, and probably the only one I will ever read. It’s the sweetest, most perfect teacher AU you will ever have the privilege of reading.

Pero Tovar

Xìngjiāo by @absurdthirst

I love Tovar but the sad truth is, I can never find many fics for him. But whenever I see that Keri has posted a new Tovar fic, I just know it’s going to be amazing. She captures his character so wonderfully and her writing is absolutely phenomenal. I find it hard to write for Tovar, with the time period and all -- but for Keri, it must come naturally. Her work just flows so naturally. So I’d recommend that you all read Xìngjiāo and then work your way down the rest of her Tovar fics because wow. You will not regret it.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal birthday #the mandalorian #din djarin #frankie morales #pero tovar #oberyn martell #javier pena #maxwell lord #dave york #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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toorustoes · 4 years

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dad!ushijima hc

before we start can we get a moment of silence for me who was actually going to cry thinking of dad!toshi

okay n e ways

his first child is his little girl aka princess ushi aka the reason he lost no simp September

the first time he saw his baby ushi he shed a few tears and no one believed you when you said that your giant, 6’2, straight face husband cried at the sight of your daughter

when baby ushi first game home she was so smol and tiny that she could basically fit in the palm of his hands and he was so gentle with her like everytime you think of it you want to cry

100% depends on you for instructions because he’s so scared he’ll hurt his princess or do something wrong

you’ll be breastfeeding her or smth and he’ll just be sitting there next to you two and observing until you ask him to go get you a paper towel which he’ll do right away and then resume watching you guys

it’s kinda of cute how concentrated he is watching you and his baby girl interact because wow that man is in his own world

Ushijima would be the type to let your baby do whatever she wants to him so you would catch her literally climbing on top of him whenever he would watch her and letting her bite him and pull on his hair

tbh you feel kind of bad for him but the scene is just so adorable that maybe you’ll let him suffer for a little bit more

besides he doesn’t look like he’s suffering that much with the way he’s not doing anything about it

even though you spend most of the day time with baby ushi due to the fact that Ushijima has volleyball practice, she will not sleep unless papa ushi is the one putting her to sleep and until she is in her deep sleep she will always be holding on to her daddy

baby toshi will be the most spoiled baby there is because not only will Ushijima buy her everything she wants, all her uncles from Shiratorizawa and the Adlers will buy her a shit ton of toys and clothes too

Ushijima sometimes just impulsively buys stuff he sees on ads or if something catches his eyes at the store for her if he thinks she’ll like it

will carry her on his shoulders all the time when she’s a little bit older and her head’s not so big that she’ll lose her balance then she’s up there and fall 6 feet to the ground

the first time you ever leave her alone with him because you had an emergency at home, you can’t tell if they’re going to have a really good weekend or if your husband is going to have a mental breakdown

he makes sure that he asks all the questions he can before you leave and makes sure to write them down somewhere just in case but as soon as you give him and baby their goodbye kisses and he’s left standing there with baby ushi, his mind goes blank for a little

it’s just him and the baby staring at each other for a while until baby makes grabby hands at his face

honestly he does fine when he snaps out of it and remembers everything you tell him and he knows he has Romero to call if anything else comes up

him and princess ushi just vibe for the weekend aka she does whatever she wants and toshi is just her butler and she ends up never letting go of him the whole time

throughout this weekend he finds out that he’s good at doing housework with one hand and holding baby ushi with the other

lol he probably tries one of those baby snacks (like the puff cereal) and is like ‘wow these are actually pretty good’ and when he goes for another one baby toshi just kinda makes angry sounds at him for stealing her snacks and he deadass apologizes with his head down and everything

eventually he’ll want a second child pretty soon because he grew up an only child and it was pretty lonely and he wants baby ushi to grow up with the best home life possible (something he didn’t exactly get)

and ta da you make baby #2 aka his best boy and his exact copy

princess ushi is like 3 so she’s still pretty young and honestly it’s kinda hard to take care of the both of them at once since they’re closer in age but you guys manage

ushijima now lets the both of them sleep on his chest during nap time whenever he’s not at practice and honestly there’s so much room on his chest, it’s like the best bed/pillows

he likes taking littlest ushi to walks on the park when you and princess ushi are having girl time

littlest ushi always wants to be carried by papa ushi whenever they’re at the park and he’ll cry if Ushijima puts him in a stroller so Ushijima just carries him around the park and back and it’s honestly quiet with the occasional babble on their walks since littlest ushi is mostly quiet unlike his sister

princess toshi loves her little brother a lot like she would always walk up to his crib when he was a new born and turn to you and Ushijima and say “baby” all excitedly

she “watches” her brother to the best of her ability and by that I mean she talks to him while he lays there and babbles back and it’s honestly so cute

lol sometimes she rubs his bald newborn head and giggles at the missing hair and runs up to her dad to ask him ‘why baby have no hair’

after a long day of watching the kids, practicing, etc. Ushijima just likes pulling you in his arms and giving you plenty of kisses all over your face saying how much he loves and appreciates you and that he’s so thankful that you’ve given him his bundles of joy

wow this is kinda long idk might do a part two later lol

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima headcanons #ushijima imagine #ushijima fluff #dad au #haikyuu au #fluff

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bluefuckboy · 3 years

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THE SIGNIFICANCE OF TOYA’S SCAR PLACEMENT:

Okay strap in for a meta post of me reading into things too much after having my heart ripped out.

LONG POST! Scroll down to EYES if you wanna get straight into the pain.

Let’s start with the obvious and not as emotionally painful.

ARMS:

The scarring on his arms probably comes from the day to day activation of his quirk.

You can see the flames here as a child

They almost dance along the skin at points and then turn to waves of heat that Toya can direct how he wants. We’ve seen him attack by channeling the flames through his arms until they burst out from his hands. It’s clear from this panel that his skin is burning off as he uses his quirk, we even get a sound effect for emphasis

NECK/JAW:

If we go off the assumption that the flames are initially generated from the core of his body, you can make the argument that these scars are a result of larger attacks which cover the body in more flames.

This panel is a good illustration

Heat rises, so as Toya prepares attacks that generate more flames, you could say the scars are a result of that build up of flame and heat before he releases them in a larger, explosive attack

The majority of scars on the jaw in particular were most likely a result of Toya’s “suicide.” We’re told that all they found was a fragment of his lower jawbone. And obviously the aesthetic of Dabi stems greatly from his facial scars. It’s terrifying, disgusting and intriguing all at the same time.

This panel in particular is one of my favorites. The staples holding his skin together is just such a great visual and a nod to Horikoshi’s amazing talent.

TORSO:

This one is more a throwaway theory. I think the scars mainly serve as a way to show the extent of his self destruction.

It’s far fetched, but part of me wonders if the scars around his lower torso came from him wrapping his arms around himself. From a crouched position, the scars line up pretty close to where your arms would be if you were to hug your midsection. Whether in an attempt to comfort, or just to hold onto something, I know I’ve found myself in that position, slumped against a wall as I cried.

Which leads me to the most painful theory...

EYES:

Alright here’s where we grab our tissues.

The scarring under Toya’s eyes is interesting. We’ve never seen him shoot flames from his eyeballs or anything crazy like that. They make for another great visual, especially when we see him crying blood so to speak.

We do know that Toya’s tear ducts were burned to the point where he is unable to cry

Dabi mentions it after Twice’s death as almost a joke to show how detached he’s become. But in my opinion, that “joke” is actually the reason for the scars.

If you don’t have your tissues yet, grab em now.

I think the scars below Toya’s eyes are a direct result of everytime he cried. We now know that his body is built to withstand cold temps, not hot. We also know that Toya was an extremely passionate and emotional child.

Here we see him storm off in tears after an argument with Fuyumi. He wanted so desperately to be Enji’s prodigy.

He pushed himself to the point of self harm just to try and get his father’ attention

We see tears falling as he relentlessly trained himself

And most significantly we see the pooling of tears beneath his eyes when he finally snaps

I think Toya’s tears were hot. Each time he cried they would burn him ever so slightly and he was in so much pain that he cried until he physically couldn’t anymore. He burned his tear ducts beyond repair and was left with the permanent reminder of the countless tears he shed.

In the most recent chapter we see him cry blood again. He’s so close to achieving his goal, but he can’t cry tears of joy, of grief, of release

That passionate little boy who wanted so badly to be a hero is long gone. Toya is long gone.

Toya’s tears have been replaced by the blood trickling down from the eyes of Dabi.

And now I’m crying too.

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lovelystay · 3 years

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Tʜᴇɪʀ s/ᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ - sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs 🎬

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ , ғʟᴜғғ , ᴀɴɢsᴛ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ : ʏᴇs !

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : ɴᴏɴᴇ

ꕥCʜᴀɴ

He had a pretty rough day

The only thing he needed was you and your arms to hug him

Ran to you as soon as he got home

Snuggling into you

You sat down together before bed and talked

He told you about his worries and problems

The second he finished talking you told him how amazing of a person he is and how he is a beautiful person with a good heart

He shed some tears and hugged you

Tears of joy

Having you by his side was the best thing to happen to him

ꕥMɪɴʜᴏ

In the group , minho is usually the one making the members improve their dancing skills and he often help them learning the choreographies too

However , with this one , he kept struggling and it was frustrating

He decided to stay practising until he gets it right and perfect

You were with him the whole time

And it kind of hurted watching him like this

Clearly mad

Starting to hate what was supposed to be a hobby for him

You asked him to take a break and calm down a little

When he sat down beside you , you took his face in your hands and made him look at you

Your told him those beautiful words that he deserves to hear

His heart beats faster

After hearing what you said , he couldn’t hold back his smile

Minho got motivated after your complimented him

He felt in a good mood again and eventually got the choreography right with your help

ꕥCʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

Those were the perfect words changbin wanted to hear

It’s been a pretty long time that Changbin didn’t felt very well

Nothing felt good enough

He was always tired and felt like a nuisance to the group

You hated seeing him like that and asked him to talk to you about everything

He felt lucky and thankful to have you

Changbin didn’t want to tell his worries to his members thinking he was just going to annoy them so you were glad you were hear

ꕥHʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

Because of the stress caused by the comeback

Hyunjin could get irritated over small things

Which led to have an argument with you

You didn’t do anything wrong so you didn’t understood

But he kept shouting and blaming useless things on you

It is probably the first time you get to see him that mad so it was a little scary

You didn’t want to keep arguing with him so you went to the bedroom , thinking that If you let him calm down by himself , everything will get better

But after 10 minutes

Hyunjin came in the room , cheeks wet and eyes red

Judging by the way he looked , he clearly cried

You ran out of the bed to hug him

The argument didn’t really matter right now

Your significant other is crying for whatever reason

He held you close to him and cried in your shoulders repeating again and again how sorry he was

Hyunjin felt horrible , the stress took over him and instead of calming himself down he got angry at you

You petted his head and told him that it’s okay because you know that he is actually a beautiful person with a really good and big heart

It made him stop crying

He kissed you on the cheek telling you that he didn’t deserved your love

Which was extremely false

ꕥJɪsᴜɴɢ

Han was nervous and couldn’t really pay attention to the music he was supposed to make

The song he was doing has already been rejected 4 times by the company

They told him to change little things every time

Which end up with Han feeling like everything he was doing is bad

He didn’t want his teammates to help him ,he wanted to show that he could do it himself without any help

But jisung was struggling

You were visiting him today and you wanted to cheer him up , you knew about the situation and felt bad for him

He was the most precious person in the world for you , you just couldn’t stand seeing him like that without doing anything

When you entered the studio he had his face in his hands looking tired and exhausted

You kneeled beside him and stroked his shoulders in hope to make him feel like he wasn’t alone

He asked what you were doing here not knowing you were going to come

Tears started to build in his eyes

« I came to see my favorite person in the world , that is talented Incredible and perfect . Why ? »

What you said made him laugh .

« Stop~ » he said patting your head

You later brought food to him

Eating together always made jisung happy

ꕥFᴇʟɪx

Practicing singing was something Felix recently tried

It wasn’t very easy

Even though he have an angel-like singing voice

The way he couldn’t get some note got him frustrated

But thankfully you were here hehe

During his whole singing practise you were just beside

Everytime he ended singing something , you were clapping and telling him how pleasing his voice was to hear and how incredible of a person he is

Which , even though you two knew each other for a very long time, made him blush

ꕥSᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

Vlive comments are recently not the best

Seungmin got numerous remarks about his personality or/and physique

It of course made him sad and stop doing a lot of lives

Some fans were sad but seungmin thought it was better for stays

« You’re not doing that much vlives recently ... » you said while eating at home with him

« I just don’t feel like it » seungmin said

« Stay must miss you a lot »

« They probably don’t haha » his fake laugh was so obvious and what he just said wasn’t funny at all to you

« They do »

« No »

« Why wouldn’t they miss the Kim Seungmin ? The stray kids member with amazing vocals a gorgeous face and an adorable personality ? »

You made him hide his face in his hands , probably trying to hide his smile

You got up to stand next to him

« Come on I know you know I’m right »you said starting to tickle him

His day and mindset definitely got better

ꕥJᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

Being an idol is hard

Being an idol in a relationship is even harder

The heavy schedule that jeongin had to face is the reason why you two don’t see each other very often

Dates weren’t an option anymore

You felt lonely while he was busy

Of course it wasn’t his fault , you felt bad for him too

But spending the day by yourself and sleeping with no one besides you still hurted

Jeongin always thought about you though

Messaging you everytime he can , checking up on your health etc

Today his mood wasn’t the best and he felt like he owned you an apology

He sent it by text hoping you would forgive him

You didn’t wanted him to apologise, it is not his fault so you weren’t going to accept it , you just couldn’t

When he came home this night you immediately ran to hug him

« You don’t have to apologise honey » you told him hands tightly wrapped around him

« You’re an amazing person that works very hard for his group , i know you love me you have a good heart and a beautiful soul , you don’t have to prove it or apologise because you don’t have a lot of time with me , I completely understand your situation , so no worries okay »

His eyes were wide open

It’s the first time you told him things like that and honestly he loved it

Jeongin was glad you understood him too

But the second his schedule gets less heavy he’ll take you out on a lot of dates

#stray kids fanfiction #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reactions #seo changbin #bangchan #hyunjin #jeongin #minho #felix #seungmin #jisung #skz réaction

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vassiensupremacy · 3 years

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wedding 💒

VASSIEN WEEK | DAY FOUR | WEDDING

Vassa takes a breath and steps towards the beautifully decorated venue. She takes in the people present, all of them here to celebrate their love story. She has waited forever for this moment. She has waited forever to wear this dress and walk towards the love of her life with flowers in hand and a crown on her head. Vassa sees him standing, dressed immaculately and her heart thunders in her chest. She can't help but smile as she drinks in his sight. Lucien, her Lucien. The love of her life, her confidant, her safe space, her partner in crime and now in just a while, her husband. Her always and forever.

Lucien's breath catches in his throat when he sees Vassa walk down the aisle. She looks so beautiful that no words could ever describe her. From the gorgeous dress to the flowers in her hand, from the crown on top of her reddish gold hair to the ethereal smile on her beautiful face. She looks like perfection. Lucien cannot believe that this amazing woman could fall in love with him and choose him over and over. Considering himself lucky, he smiles back at her. He cannot wait to spend the rest of eternity with her now that the war, the mortal queens and Koschei's drama was behind them. Everytime Lucien is reminded of how he could've lost her, not only due to the war and Koschei, but also due to her mortality, he shudders. Those days he spent in pain, thinking of how he could lose Vassa were some of the hardest days of his life. He is more than grateful that Vassa now has an eternity to live with him as well. Without her, he couldn't have lived either, she was his life.

Vassa walked by familiar smiling faces from the Night Court: Feyre and Rhysand, Nesta and Cassian, Elain and Azriel, Amren and Varian, Morrigan and Emerie. All of the other Prythian High Lords were present too and so were Vassa and Lucien's allies, political connections and contacts from Prythian, the mortal lands and from across the Continent. They were all here to celebrate their union. It was a beautiful sight, one Vassa knew she'd cherish forever. In the front row sat the people closest to Vassa and Lucien. Jurian who was not only a friend to but also a brother to them both. Next to him sat the High Lord and Lady of Day Court: Helion and Aurelia. Lucien's parents. Aurelia smiled seeing Vassa while Helion winked, ever the flirt. Vassa grinned at them, so happy to see them together after everything they had been through. When Vassa reached Lucien, he held onto her hands, such genuine adoration in his eyes that she had to close her eyes to stop the flow of tears ready to fall down. Standing next to Lucien was Eris, his half-brother. They had a rocky relationship their whole lives but decided to reconcile after Beron's death. Eris gave Vassa a smile, his eyes showcasing how happy he was for Lucien.

The ceremony was beautiful. Tears of joy and laughter followed throughout the day. The vows were so heart wrenching, that they made even Amren shed a tear. Cassian was a riot through out while Nesta rolled her eyes, though secretly enjoying herself. Feyre and Rhysand laughed at his antics while Elain and Azriel were grinning from ear to ear as they stared at one another. Lucien was happy, beyond happy. Infact, this was the happiest he had ever been in life.

After the ceremony, Vassa and Lucien arrived back at their palace in the Day Court, gifted by Helion himself. It was a sight to see, like out of a fairytale. Moments after the two stepped into their room, Lucien was kissing Vassa. The kiss was happiness and joy, passion and fire. Within moments, their clothes were off and they fell onto the soft fabric of the bed. What followed after that was a rigorous session of lovemaking. Passionate, hot and steamy. Later, the two lay next to each other as Lucien's fingers circled the freckles on Vassa's beautiful brown skin.

“I love you Vassa,” Lucien sighed letting it sink in that he had finally found his home, after all the problems and pain. He was happy.

“I love you, Lucien.” Vassa replied.

“I love your hair, I love your beautiful blue eyes, I love your smile, I love your body and I love your soul. I love your fierceness, I love your passion, I love your determination, I love your foul mouth, I love everything about you. Top to bottom. And in every way possible. Now and for eternity.”

Tears welled up in Vassa's eyes as she listened to Lucien talk about his love for her. She really was the luckiest. She wanted him to know how much he meant to her as well, so she told him.

“I love your hair, I love your russet and your gold eyes, I love your scars, I love your smile, I love your body and I love your soul. More than you can ever know. I love your wisdom, I love your sensibilities, I love your sass, I love your teasing, I love everything about you. Top to bottom. And in every way possible. Now and for eternity. My heart and soul is yours, Lucien.”

Vassa wiped the tears running down Lucien's cheeks. She knew how much this meant to him and seeing him happy, made her happy.

Her lips met his and there was no going back. They made love, again and again. Intensely and slowly, feeling every nerve and every part, every emotion and every sensation possible.

Vassa and Lucien were one, forever and ever. After everything they had been through, they were together. Happy, at peace and with an eternity in front of them waiting to be lived.

#vassien week #vassien #acotar 6 #vassa #lucien vanserra #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #band of exiles #lucien x vassa #vassa x lucien #fan fiction #mp

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maiyami · 3 years

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷.

𝕂𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕠 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕏 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝟙𝟠+

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖.

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~ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴋᴇɪɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ!~

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You wish you could forget. Forget everything that had happened too you, everything you were put through. Everything that you put him through. Sadly your mind just couldn’t let you push it down. It’ll stick in your head, on loop. Everytime you close your eyes, you’ll always remember the day you left. Your relationship with Keigo wasn’t perfect, but it was everything you wanted in life. Everything that it lived up too be, but you ruined it.

Why were you so impatient, so easily angered. You flew into that burning building without a second thought about yourself, about who you would be leaving behind. You were prepared to die that day, to give your life for the sake of others. Saving everyone in that building, before trying to get yourself out of there. The sight of you, laying on the charred floor brought Keigo to tears that day. Your left wing had been completely burnt off your back, along with burn marks on your left arm and the left side of your face.

You laid in the hospital bed, listening to the doctors talking about it could take years to fully grow back your wings. You didn’t really care, you just stayed quiet as Keigo talked over recovery options with your doctors. He tried really hard to get you to engage in the conversation, but nothing seemed to work. You were to mad at yourself to participate in the conversation. Mad that you were putting someone you love so dearly through the worse time of your life. You thought that Keigo deserved better than to be with someone who cared so little about her own life. So you left without saying a word, just a small note left behind instead.

“𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒.

-𝒴/𝒩”

You went to the only place you knew you’d be alone, a place that you had hoped to bring Keigo one day. Before your parents had passed away, they left you a house on the beach. No other houses were in sight, you could walk right off the back porch onto the beach. It was peaceful, secluded. The sand was always soft to the touch, just the way you remembered it. While the wind blew through the air, soft droplets of ocean water would kiss your face in the lightest mist. But the one thing you loved most was the sound of the ocean.

Wether it be the seagulls squawking, the waves crashing onto the sand bank, or how the sand sounded while you stepped. You loved all of it, if you died right now, you know you’d be at peace with it. You’d be in your happy place, with the cool wind brushing against your cheeks. What could be more peaceful? Well maybe having the love of your life there with you, but you didn’t want to put him through the pain of your recovery. He already had to do it himself, why would you make him go through that pain again.

You remember how much of a toll it took on his mental health, how angry and depressed he became. Why would you make him do it all over again, because you remembered how much it broke your heart to see him go through that. You weren’t going to make him watch you do the same. You were going to do it alone, bare the pain of it by yourself. You didn’t know if you were going to make it but you were going to try. Even if it kills you. So you shed your right wing off, might as well start from scratch. You had never been wingless in your life, it was something you had to get used too for a while.

As the months passed, you cared little for your recovery. You changed your bandages, made sure to put the burn cream on your skin, and to keep your wings bonded. But as your wings healed, you didn’t try to fly. You didn’t care to do so, but it was uncomfortable keeping them bandaged. So you took them off. You went into the small town near the house, picking up what you needed then heading back to the beach. People would stare, try to speak with you but you just nodded and smiled. Keeping to yourself as much as you possibly could. Until on evening someone knocked on your door. You opened it to find a small boy placed in a basket at your door.

You were in shock, stepping out fully to look around the house. No one was in sight, no foot prints were left behind. How could someone just abandon their child like this on a strangers door step. You went back to the basket, leaning down to look at the child. He was peacefully sleeping, curled up in a light blue blanket with a small toy. Then you noticed why someone had left him on your doorstep. He had wings, white wings like yourself. There was a small note with him, you picked it out of the basket to read it.

“𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒦𝒶𝒾. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝒲𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉, 𝓌𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.”

You quickly took him inside, taking him out of the basket to hold him close to your chest. He nuzzled up too you, softly cooing below you as you felt tears run down your face. You didn’t know if you were ready to be a single parent but you pushed that aside. You were going to give this child everything you had to offer. You wanted to give him a life of joy, happiness, and love. He may not be your child by birth but you were going to care and love him like he was. You needed to get some stuff, needed to be prepared for everything. This was the moment you knew that you needed to stay in this world longer, to keep this little boy happy.

As the years passed, you watched Kai grow. He was so intelligent, such a quick learner. He held your hands so tightly when he was learning to take his first steps. Didn’t cry when he fell the first time trying to use his little legs. He was a shy boy, always clutching to your leg as you walked through the market with him. He took after you a lot, he loved the ocean. He could spend hours in the sand with you, wether it be just sitting with you or building sand castles, he loved it just as much as you did. But one day his wings became very dirty, so you thought it was time to teach him how to clean them.

Once you got back to the house, you quickly went to get a little wooden box. Told Kai to go into the bathroom, sit on the edge of the bathtub. You could tell by how filthy his wings were because the tips of his wings were turning a light brown color. It was time to teach him how to preen. So that was going to be your first step as being a makeshift mother for him. You showed him the little bottles of oil that he needed to use in his wings, how to carefully pull out the dead feathers, and how to clean them. You could see the absolute apperception on his face by teaching him this basic need. The love he has for you so visible on his cute little face.

While you were softly putting the oil through his wings, he asked you something you were waiting to hear. “Can you teach me to fly?” He said softly. You let out a soft sigh, looking back over your shoulders. You wings by now had fully healed, you just hadn’t tried to fly again. You were scared that you wouldn’t be able to do it again. “Give me a few days, then we can try.” You said back, which made this little boy cry. He wasn’t crying because you asked him to wait, he was crying because he was so excited to finally fly. You felt soft tears coming down your cheeks at the sight. You thought that the first time you would teach your child to fly would be with Keigo, seeing the pure joy in his face to teach. You just couldn’t get it out of your mind, you missed him dearly.

He may not be your birth child, but you saw so much of yourself in him. He had white wings like yourself, same skin tone, same color eyes, and definitely had some of your personality. Then he also reminded you a lot of Keigo. He had that ash blonde hair, fiery attitude, and small little markings under his eyes. You would think that you did actually have a child with Keigo but Kai was kinder than both of you combined. He had a smile that only knew pure happiness, and compassion that no other three year old had. He was completely perfect in your eyes.

Little did you know, Keigo hadn’t stopped searching for you. Even if it had been years, he never stopped. He never gave up after he found that note you left him. He knew you were hurting, he didn’t want you to do it alone. Any chance he got, he would ask around about you. If anyone had seen you, heard from you, or if you were even still in the city. It always turned up the same, no one had seen or heard from you. Everything at your apartment had been covered in white sheets, left to the dust collecting in the now unoccupied rooms. He was going to find you, even if it killed him.

He barely slept, making sure his free time was spent trying to find you. Trying to at least find out that you were okay, that you were safe. Even if you didn’t want to be with him anymore, he just wanted to know that you were alive. It wasn’t until one day he over heard Endeaver speaking to another hero, it was about a woman. While Keigo listened in, some of the descriptions of this woman started to sound a lot like you. “I saw a woman with big white wings, walking through a market. She had some noticeable scaring on the left side of her body. Could that be y/h/n?” The hero questioned Endeaver to which he turned around to face Keigo. “I think you need to speak with Hawks about this.” He said then left the room.

While Keigo spoke with this hero, more things started to add up. It was definitely you, he had no doubt in his mind. You had mentioned a long time ago that the most peaceful place you thought of was the beach. How could he have not thought of that. You went to one of the islands, to keep everyone away from your recovery. Keigo thanked the hero and was off. He wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from seeing you, he didn’t care if he had to leave his whole agency behind. He was going to you, he needed to see your face again.

The days before you were going to teach Kai how to fly, you went out onto the beach for hours at a time at night. You needed to fly, you needed to be the best teacher for him. It was painful, you fell a few times because you hadn’t used your wings for the years that you had been there. You knew you were rushing but you wanted to teach him how to fly. Finally you shot yourself up into the sky. The wind against your wings almost felt foreign too you. But that rush of being so high came back, it was a feeling like no other.

When the sun was high in the sky, you took Kai out onto the beach. His smile was so bright that day, he could rival the sun with how it shined. You stepped in front of him, letting him watch your wings carefully. Showing him how to feel the air under your wings, push it down, then to push yourself up in the air. You showed him a little demonstration, letting yourself hover a few feet off the ground. He was in awe of you, excited to try it himself.

You took his hands into yours, holding him just in case he started to go to high. You watched him hover off the ground slightly, smiling big at him while he inched himself higher into the air. Then he was above you, looking down giggling at you. “Mommy! Mommy! Look I’m doing it!” He yelled too you, pure joy across his face. You laughed looking at how well he was doing, but he lost a bit of concentration letting himself fall into your arms. “You did so well! Much better than I did my first time.” You beamed back at him. You were so focused on him that you didn’t even notice the man standing a few feet back from the both of you.

Earlier that day, Keigo went to the market that the other hero claimed to see you at. He asked around about a woman with large white wings, to which everyone told him the same thing. She came once a week, got what she needed and headed towards the beach. So Keigo followed the path, flying down to the beach. Once he got there, he saw you in the distance. He smiled to himself seeing you walking onto the sand, but then his attention turn towards the little human following behind you. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, then he saw the little boys wings. White wings just like yours, but the boy was blonde like him.

As he walked closer, he could hear you teaching him how to fly. His heart was beating out of his chest just hearing your voice. A smile creeping on his lips as he saw you hover in the air. Your wings were back to what they once were, he was so happy for you. Then he watched the little boy slowly hover in the air, the joy in his face while he held onto your hands. Then he heard him call you mommy, which stopped Keigo dead in his tracks. You had a child while you were gone, who was the father? Was this his child that he never knew he had? Did he miss years of his boys life because he couldn’t find you? So many thoughts were racing through his mind as he approached you.

“Hey little bird.” He said softly, which made your head sharply turn to him. Your eyes widened as you looked at Keigo, then you softly put your son down onto the sand. You knelt down to kiss the top of your sons head, then rubbed his hair. “Honey, could you go into the house quickly. Mommy needs you to get some water for both of us.” You said with a smile on your lips. “Who’s that, Mommy?” Your son questioned while he looked at the man standing next too you. You sighed looking back at Keigo then back at him. “I’ll tell you later, baby bird.” You said then patted him on the back to tell him to get going. Which he nodded, flashing a smile at Keigo that nearly melted his heart.

Once your son was out of hearing range, you turned to face Keigo. You couldn’t control your heart beat, you knew Keigo could hear it jumping out of your chest. “Hi, pretty bird.” You said softly back. The two of you just stood there staring at each other, not really knowing what to say. So you walked past him, walking towards the water. You softly pushing your feet through it, then nodded for Keigo to join you. He quickly took his boots off, rolling his pant legs up to walk into the water. He stood right next too you, letting your shoulders rub against each other.

“Is he my—” Keigo started to say but then you cut him off. “No, he isn’t even mine.” You said softly back to which Keigo cocked an eyebrow at you. You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “A few months after I came here, his parents dropped him off at my doorstep. With just a note and his name. They didn’t know how to care for someone who had a quirk like ours, they had seen me in the market place before and thought I was his best chance at a normal life.” You said, looking cross the ocean instead of at Keigo.

“So you took him in as your son. That’s very noble of you, y/n.” Keigo said back at you, stepping forward so he could look at your face. You nodded at him, kicking your foot around in the water to watch it ripple under you. Keigo finally stepped forward, taking your face into his hands. “Why’d you leave me.” He asked you, he never took his eyes off yours. You felt tears start to build up on your waterline, you didn’t know what to say too him. When you opened your mouth, the tears started to flow. It was all built up, you were so happy to see Keigo but so sad at the same time.

“ I didn’t want to put you through my recovery. I remembered how hard it was for you, how it broke my heart watching you in such pain. I didn’t want to put you through that since it was so fresh in your memory.” You said, trying to look away from him but he kept your head still so he could keep his eyes on you. “I would have helped you! I wanted to be there for you y/n! I love you and that’s what you do for the people you love!” Keigo started to yell, he was so upset that you didn’t realize how much he loves you. You broke free from his hold, looking away before you yelled back. “I came here to die, Kei! I thought I was never going to get them back. I didn’t want to put you through the worse time of my life!” You yelled back at him.

You calmed yourself down, then you looked back at Keigo who was now also crying. “I was ready to die, I’m not going to lie too you. But after that little boy was left on my steps, I just couldn’t do it. I thought about coming back, coming to see you but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if you’d want to see me again, let alone just show up with a child.” You said then turned to see your son sitting on the porch, drink in his hand as he watched you speak with Keigo. “I thought about you daily, Kai reminds me so much of you. It was like I had a little piece of you with me so I didn’t come to you. I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again.” You said again then fixed your eyes back to Keigo.

“Y/n, I never stopped looking for you. Fuck, all I ever did was look for you. I needed to make sure you were okay, that you were still alive.” He said back at you. He turned to look at your son, he was so patient waiting for the both of you. “He kind of looks like both of us, huh?” He said softly to himself but obviously you heard it. It made you smile a little, turning back to look at him. “I’m sorry Keigo, I’m sorry I never came back for you.” You said softly. Keigo just turned too you, wrapping his arm around your hip to pull you to him. “Do you still love me?” He asked you. Of course you still love him, shit he was always on your mind. Not a day went by were you didn’t wonder how he was.

“Of course I do, Keigo. You know that.” You said back. Keigo smiled a little, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. “I never stopped loving you, if you brought that kid back with you I would have loved him just as much as I love you.” He said against your hair. It made more tears come to your eyes, you whiped them off your cheeks. “Does he ever ask who his father is?” Keigo questioned you. You sighed, placing your head against his chest. “All the time, but I always go around the question. I can’t tell him that his parents abandoned him on my door.” You said softly. Keigo ran his fingers through your hair, then pulled you so you could look at him.

“Let me be his father, let me be back in your life y/n.” He said, and you could tell he meant it. That’s all he ever wanted in his life was to be with you. “What about your agency, you’re going to have to be away a lot?” You questioned him, to which he laughed. “Are you kidding? Fuck my agency. You and that boy are all I need in this life. I’m willing to drop everything back at the city to live a happy, peaceful life here with you and Kai.” He said, which made you smile into his chest. “What are you going to tell him?” You asked. Keigo pondered the thought for a moment, then explained that he knows exactly what to say. He had to be away a lot for work but he is done and wasn’t going to leave ever again.

“Plus, you’re a horrible teacher. Let him learn how to fly with me.” He teased you as he peppered kisses against your neck. Which made you laugh loudly, pushing him away. “I’m not that bad! He hovered!” You yell giggled at him. You turned to wave your son to come over. He ran over, smile on his mouth as he approached both of you. “Mommy! Will you tell me who this is now??” Your son questioned you, which you laughed. Keigo knelt down, looking at the smile on your sons face. “Hi, Kai. I know this might be confusing but I’m your dad.” Keigo said to the boy to which he smiled wider. He threw himself at Keigo, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“I KNEW IT! Mommy always watched you on the tv! She always looked worried when you were fighting bad guys. You’re so cool Daddy!” He said through fits of giggles. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you didn’t know your son was so perceptive. Keigo laughed, looking up at you with love in his eyes. He hugged Kai back tightly, standing up with him in his arms. “Oh ya? Mommy’s been worried about me, hm?” He questioned the boy. Which he nodded back at Keigo, wiggling so he could be placed down on the sand. “Want to see me fly?” Kai questioned Keigo to which he smiled. “Of course I do buddy! Let me show you how a pro does it.” He said while looking at you. You smiled shaking your head at Keigo.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect day. Kai was up in the air flying with both you and Keigo. The day of full of laugher and happiness. This is what you imagined your perfect life to be like. Living on the water with the people you loved the most in your life. As the day was coming to an end, Keigo wanted to be the one to tuck Kai into bed. You were happy that he was taking the roll of being a father so serious right off the bat. It warmed your heart, but it also made you feel such guilt in your chest. You could have had this from the start but you were so scared to let Keigo in. Keigo came down from the stairs to find you sitting at the island in the kitchen.

He came up behind you, softly rubbing your shoulders. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, before walking around to the other side of the island. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” You questioned him, there was still a little bit of you that couldn’t believe he was going to stay. He nodded at yoy, leaning back against the sink. “I’m staying little bird, you’re never running away from me again.” He said softly. It made you smile, a pure smile that Keigo had not seen in a very long time. You stood up, walking over to the closet. You quickly grabbed a blanket and waved him to follow you.

You stepped out onto the back porch, stepping down two steps to lay the blanket out in the sand. You sat on it, patting next to you for Keigo to sit with you. The sky was lit up with stars, the moon was full in the sky. While you both sat there in silence, Keigo wrapped an arm around your waist. Pulling you close to him while he kissed the side of your head. “I love you so much.” He said softly, which you turned his face to face you. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, smiling into it. “I love you too.” You said softly back. Keigo just deepend the kiss more, having you leaned back on your palms.

Next thing you knew, you were flat on your back with Keigo above you. His kiss was passionate, moving it from your lips, to your jaw, and then down your neck. Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging on it softly when you felt him bite the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You let a soft moan slip past your lips, then pulled him from the spot. You quickly crashed your lips into his, all teeth and tongue. Keigo quickly rid himself of his jacket and shirt. While you stripped out of your clothes just as fast. You laid naked below Keigo, looking up at him with such love written all over your face.

He slowly kissed down your chest, pushing your legs up to spread them for him. You were already glistening wet for him, and all he did was kiss you. He smirked as he picked himself up from between your thighs. “So wet for me already, huh little bird?” He teased you, but before you could talk back he licked a broad stripe up your entrance to your clit. You lolled your head back, while your wings twitched under you. You let your hand slide through his hair, tugging him closer to your clit. He moans vibrated against your skin, making you moan softly at the feeling. Then you felt him slip a finger into you, slowly pumping in and out while his other hand pushed one of your thighs back more.

“You taste so good, baby.” He moaned against your clit, making your tighten in his hair. “Kei..fuck- you’ll make me cum like this.” You moaned softly too him, trying not to make your voice to loud. He slip in a second finger, pumping quicker into you. Your legs started to shake a bit, the stimulation becoming to strong. He lapped at your clit more, then gave it a harsh suck. Causing you to fall over the edge, moaning a little louder as you came on his fingers and tongue. He leaned up, licking his fingers clean while he looked at you. “Kei..fuck me pkease.” You moaned too him.

“Oh baby bird, I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you, make sure you’re nice and full of my cum.” He said back at you. He pushed his pants down, just enough that his cock sprang out from his tight pants. He slowly rubbed his head against your entrance, then he pushed into you. That stretch that you hadn’t felt in years was a bit painful but so pleasurable at the same time. You gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin to leave marks. “Shit, you’re so tight.” He moaned softly while he bit his lower lip. He stilled for a little, making sure you got adjusted to his size before he started long deep thrusts into you.

You moaned out, feeling his head kiss your cervix so perfectly. You could see his wings twitch behind him with each thrust he put into you. You stretched your arms out over his shoulders, letting your fingers run through his wings as he pumped into you. He shuttered above you, hissing through his teeth as he felt you clamp down on his length. You tugged on a few feather in each wing which made him lose it above you. “Fuck, gunna cum-” he moaned which you pulled him in with the back of your leg. “Cum, baby. Cum inside me..” you moaned then you fell over the edge again but you pulled Keigo down with you.

He pumped into a few more times before releasing himself inside you, painting your walls white. You both panted a bit before you pushed yourself up. Pushing on Keigos chest to have him sit, letting your wings fan out behind you. You gripped his shoulders, straddling his crotch, guiding his length back into your fluttering entrance. You both threw your heads back at the feeling, breathing in deeply before you started to slowly bounce yourself up and down on his length.

Keigo pulled you close so your chest was up against his, his hand holding the back of your neck. You pushed your face into the crook of his neck, while you felt his free hand grip tightly onto your ass cheek. You let your teeth graze over the skin that was between his neck and shoulder, causing him to buck up into you. “You’re so good baby, doing so well.” Keigo moaned between your bounces, tightening his grip on your ass. You moaned softly against his ear, letting your hands grip his wings once more. “Fuck...Keigo.” You moaned against the shell of his ear.

He picked his pace up, having you bouncing harder on him. He moved his hands to your wings now, pulling on them slightly. That sensation made you tighten around him, praises and moans slipping past your lips. While all that came out of Keigo mouth were broken words of how you’re his, how he loves you, and how beautiful you are. It almost fell on deaf ears, as you felt the blood rush to your head. You came over the edge one last time, clamping down as you pushed him as deep as he could go into you. Keigo followed quickly behind, shooting what he had left into you.

You both stilled, heavy breathing while looking into each other eyes. You kept still, having him deep inside still as he pushed some of your hair off your face. He smiled brightly at you, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I really do love you so much, y/n.” He said too you as he softly rubbed your bare back. You smiled back at him, kissing his cheek. “I love you too, Keigo.” You said back. You just stayed in this imbrace for as long as you could. Just listening to the sound of the ocean, it was peaceful. You were so overjoyed to be spending the rest of your life with the two people you loved most in this world.

𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻:

It was a quiet day, the ocean was crashing outside your window as you were washing dishes at the sink. The sounds of laugher and joy filled your ears as you watched your husband with your children.

Yes, you and Keigo got married shortly after you found out you were pregnant. Kai overjoyed about being a big brother, and Keigo over the moon that you were going to bare a child for him.

Kai being six now, was helping his father teach his now three year old brother to fly. Showing him what Keigo had taught him all other years ago. Keigo took to fatherhood so well, it made your heart sing. Keigo had let his hair grow out a bit, pulling it back into a ponytail to keep it off his face while he held the small child’s hands in his own. Wow did Kane look like the spitting image of his father.

Bright red wings, ash blonde hair, the little markings under the eyes, and not to mention his personality. The only bit of you in that boy was that he had your eye color. You didn’t mind it one bit, you loved both of your sons with all your heart and so did Keigo. You perked your head up once you heard Kane’s voice calling for you. “Mommy! Come fly!” He was yelling to you while hovering over your husband. Keigo waved you on for you to come outside.

You smiled, putting down the dish rag to come outside with your loves. As you walked too them, you took in the sounds of the ocean, the feeling of the sun on your skin, and not to mention the soft sand on the soles of your feet. This is paradise, you thought too yourself. You grabbed onto Kai hand, slowly taking off into the sky with him while Keigo helped Kane up higher.

He was doing so well for his first time flying, a natural just like his father. You all landed back on the sand, the boys running off to play in the water. You stayed with Keigo, hand in hand walking along the water. You thought this couldn’t be a better time to let him know your little secret. “Pretty bird, I got something to tell you.” You said and Keigo smiled, holding your hand tighter. “You’re pregnant again, aren’t you?” He asked with that shit eating grin that made you swoon.

You blinked in confusion at him. You really wanted to surprise him, but of course he already found out. He laughed at you, pointing to his ears then to your belly. “I can hear the baby’s heartbeat, little bird.” He said then pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled into it, cupping his cheeks. “Of course you can, still as keen as ever.” You teased him. Which he laughed, now looking at the boys. “How do you want to tell them?” He questioned but you already figured it out. “At dinner tonight, I made a cake for them.” You said with a smile.

Keigo smiled back at you, holding onto your hip now as you walked. “I think we will have a girl this time.” He said proudly, in all honesty you had always pictured Keigo being a girl-dad. Which you smiled at the thought, then pondered over what your child will look like next. Maybe they will have your wing color, your hair, but Keigos markings and eyes. Or a mix of your wing colors, his hair, and your eyes. So many possibilities. “Either way, I think they will look like you. Your genes are so strong, they will be beautiful like you pretty bird.” You said softly too him.

He kissed you on the side of the head, finally reaching the boys. “I love you.” He said softly which you returned. “I love you too.” Then one of the boys splashed Keigo with a bucket full of water, causing you to laugh loudly. “Oh, I’ll get you for that bud!” Keigo yelled out then started to chase the boys around. You smiled, letting yourself watch. You love your life the way it is, you couldn’t wait to expand the family even more now. Thinking back to how scared you were, makes you feel silly. Keigo is an amazing father, husband, and best friend. You couldn’t ask for anything more perfect in this world.

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creepypastaxmales · 3 years

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Masky x GN!Reader

Warning: suggestive content/mentions of violence & angst Words: 1,388

Silence filled your ears as you gazed distantly at the tiled wall. You felt heavy, the bath water having went cold a while ago. You couldn't stop the tears that dripped down your face, hopelessness and despair filling up your being.

Life seemed to be getting harder and harder by the day, you longed to turn back the clocks. Rewrite the wrongs.

But you couldn't, you can't go back and stop yourself leaving no matter how much your heart ached at the thought.

At one point you had really believed you would be together, forever. You shook your head and let out more of a wheeze than a chuckle. You couldn't have stayed, he would've killed you without even a second thought.

Your mind couldn't help but wonder back to when it was all fine, when the world was right. You shook your head, water droplets flying around and your strands sticking to your face. He was a murderer, it had never been fine.

More tears fell, you could remember when he'd hold you like he'd never let go. You couldn't help but wonder if it had been something you had said? Maybe something you had done?

You pushed those thoughts away, he was the one who had regrets being with you. Not you. You hadn't regretted a minute of being by his side, you craved his touch. Even still after so many years.

You almost leaped out of the tub, loud banging coming from your front door. Your eyes widened, everytime someone knocked on that stupid door your heart would pick up. You felt like an idiot, still waiting for him like some obidient puppy.

Except he had all but dropped you off at some shelter without even a goodbye, you had known towards the end that it was finishing. Yet you had buried your head, plugged your ears and refused to acknowledge what was happening around you.

He had became so distant, to the point where you'd almost burst into tears of joy when he even bothered to show up. The fact he went months without a word from you should've been a hint but you had loved him so much, you were blindsided and then like that it all disappeared.

You could still hear his angry words buzzing in the back of your mind like a virus that contaminated every inch of your body.

"I never loved you."

Those words still cut as deep, stuck on your mind like a broken record player. The banging on the door got louder and you begrudgingly got out of the bath water, the cold air not bothering you.

You couldn't help but wonder who the hell was currently trying to break your door down. Your mind concocted a scenario in which it was him, your Masky breaking down the door. There to take you away forever.

You glanced in the mirror, flinching at your reflection. Your hair looked dull and on the verge of snapping, deep purple bags around your eyes and your skin was ungodly pale.

Your eyes were red with the tears you had previously been shedding, you unlocked the door and opened it.

You looked at the older woman, her face full of wrinkles yet her smile was youthful. You couldn't stop the small smile that graced your face.

"Hello (Name), I brought you some food over. It's your favourite." You smiled at her the best you could, she gave you a sympathetic look. "Thanks gran, I appreciate it." She had sort of adopted you the moment you had walked through the door, she always went out of her way to make sure you had taken care of yourself.

"I didn't interrupt did it?" You knew she didn't really care, this was her way of making sure you weren't lying dead in the middle of your apartment.

You shook your head and made small talk with her before she left, after closing the door you fell down against it. Your body shook and you couldn't help but let the sobs out.

You couldn't help it, the food reminded you of the time Masky had almost poisoned you. He hadn't meant it, he had meant well at the time.

You tugged on your lip, feeling exhausted after crying so much. You shook your head, you'd be fine tomorrow. Everything would be fine.

You needed to get back out there, you couldn't keep letting yourself go through this. You deserved to move on, to find someone who really did love you.

But Masky's face had been permanently etched into your memory, he was burned into every inch of your body. Part of you wished you could see him at least one last time, but you knew if you saw him you probably wouldn't be able to let go again.

You looked at the clock down the hall, eyes widening. You had been in the bath for three hours, it was 10 O'clock at night. You bit your lip, it was a Saturday.

Before you had a chance to talk yourself out of it you quickly got up, making your way to the kitchen to put the food away. You'd get drunk a lot quicker if you didn't eat.

——————

You were currently leaning against a wall while heaving your guts up, you were incredibly intoxicated almost stupidly so. But you felt happy, despite the burning in your throat. The alcohol had clouded your mind, Masky having been long forgotten.

You stumbled back from the wall, wiping any left over throw up off your mouth. You giggled, you were going to feel horrible tomorrow.

You swayed side to side as you carried on your way home. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here?" You turned around to the owner of the voice, your eyes widening. It wasn't him but he looked so much like him, you bit your lip.

"Pretty lonely." You sent him a drunk grin, mind not bothering to process the situation or the potential danger that possibly could come your way.

Masky had entered your mind again and you found yourself wishing he would leave it forever. The man grinned, walking over to you. "Oh?" He wasn't much older than you, mentally you shrugged. "Keep me company?" Your words were horribly slurred, before you could blink he had you pressed up against the wall.

The warmth his body gave off was almost scorching, you wanted more. You wanted warmth, another body against your own, you just really wanted to feel love again.

When he pressed his lips to yours you couldn't help but reciprocate, his hands gripped your hips and pressed you into the wall. The taller man easily lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him, taking a moment to suck dark bruises into your neck.

It didn't feel good, not like when he was the one bruising you up. You moved, trying to readjust yourself for comfort. Your head shot up, noticing two figures walking towards you.

You tried to get the man's attention but he seemed to caught up in you, you knew the figures had seen you. Your face flushed in anger and put all your effort into detaching from the stranger, shoving him away.

"I said fucking stop." You growled at the man, a scowl etched into your features. The man pouted. "C'mon baby." His hands reattached to your hips and you slapped them away, backing up from him.

Your eyes widened, it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. One of the figures had slammed a pipe into the man's head, you quickly backed up.

"(Name)?" A deep, rough voice called out, you knew that voice better than your own. You shook your head, this was just cruel. Not bothering to respond you quickly ran, feet slamming against the pavement.

You needed to get away, you couldn't see him. Even if you had wanted to it seemed as if your body didn't, you were running faster than you ever had.

#Masky #marble hornets #Marble hornets x reader #Masky x reader #Angst #It's that time of night yeno wagwan #Ik mh isn't crp but yeah #Creepypasta #Creepypasta x reader

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my-unmanageable-mischief · 3 years

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I Liked You So Much, We Lost It

For Moonlightmusic1p1 who requested : Hi, I was wondering whether you could do a draco x reader, but based on the song 'I Liked You So Much, We Lost It' by Ysabelle, I just thought it would be a good idea that's all, :)

Mostly angst, some soul searching, and personal resolution.

Draco Malfoy x Reader

I like your eyes you looked away

when you pretended to care

I like the dimples on the corners

Of the smile that you wear

You wore them more with her

You sat in the great hall, Draco beside you, Parkinson across from him and Zabini across from you. You had been trying to tell Draco something for well over five minutes now, trying to cut into the conversation of the other three, but everytime you did you were cut off or talked over. Every time you tried to speak, Draco would glance at you, his grey eyes blank as you attempted to interject, but once someone else began to talk again he would look away. You were growing frustrated with your boyfriend, who most days, didn’t feel like your boyfriend.

Parkinson said something, you didn’t catch it, caught up in your own misery, and Draco laughed. You smiled smally at his smile- which never ceased to make you happy, even if you weren’t the one making him smile. You tried again.

“Draco-” You were cut off by the shrill laughter of Pansy, who reached across the table to nudge a smirking Draco. Your small smile vanished, and you looked down at your lap. Forget it, it wasn’t even worth trying. You remained silent for the rest of lunch, pushing your food around on your plate, and barely even looking up. As you were leaving, Draco put a hand on your arm, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm?” You questioned, barely looking at him.

“What’s your problem today?” He asked, frowning, you shrugged, continuing to walk, forcing him to follow you.

“Nothing, I’m fine,”

“Whatever you say,” He rolled his eyes.

I like your shirt, the one I gave you

Can't forget how smell

But now on different shoulders hang

The jacket I used to wear

You skipped every meal for a week when you and Draco broke up, you couldn't bear to see him, you couldn’t bear to have to sit alone at the Slytherin table, watching him continue on like nothing had even happened. In classes you took to sitting in the back of the room, watching him sadly from afar as he continued to laugh and joke with his friends.

On the tenth day, you felt like the hole in your chest was finally beginning to close when you saw it, Pansy wearing his jumper at dinner. It made your stomach churn, and you had to get up, rushing from the room. You didn’t care who saw you run, but you knew they couldn’t see you cry. So you stowed away in the ladies room, in the corner stall and let it all out. You cried into your hands, gagging slightly on your tears as you gasped for air. It was the first time you had let yourself cry since he broke up with you, but it wouldn’t be the last.

You went to bed that night feeling empty and completely spent. You couldn’t stand the looks of pity your dormmates had given you when you returned to your room that night, so you had drawn your curtains shut, blocking them all out. It would be okay, eventually, it had to be.

I loved you for so long,

Sometimes it's hard to bear

But after all this time,

I wish you well from here

You didn’t want to sound pathetic, but getting over Draco Malfoy was one of the hardest things you had ever had to do, and you had to do it on your own. No one else, nothing else brought you comfort. Eventually you began to grow from it. His smile still brought you joy, when you’d see him laughing in the common room or during lessons, sometimes you even allowed yourself to smile to yourself like you used to.

He was your first love. He always would be. But at the end of the day you were happy that he was happy, and you were learning to be happy too, on your own. He and Parkinson were official now, holding hands in public, whispering to each other how he used to whisper to you. Sometimes it still made your chest ache, but you told yourself to get over it. Draco didn’t love you anymore, if he ever did. Not like you had loved him.

And while you missed him, missed what you had together, you knew you could never go back- you had to go forward, without him. You wished him well, you really did. You just didn’t understand why it had to be her and not you.

I loved you every minute, every second

Loved you everywhere and any moment

Always and forever was just for a moment 'Cause

I was not the one

I don't know how

I loved you 'til the last of snow disappeared

Missed you on the rainy days of the year

Never knew of pain like this

But I've got to know

Thought I loved you so,

Why did you go?

They say time heals all wounds, but that isn’t true. Sometimes at night you still felt as empty as you did in the first few days you were broken up. You had loved him, you had given that relationship your everything, and looking back on it, it was clear to you now. He never gave the same to you.

You tried to date again, soon after it ended, just to show everyone that you could, but your heart wasn’t in it, and you couldn’t do to someone what Draco had done to you. So it didn’t last. You were beginning to find solace in your independence though. You were doing better in classes, spending time studying and completing assignments. You were growing closer to yourself, keeping a journal. You were growing.

You didn’t want to be his friend, not that he really tried, but occasionally you would catch each other’s eye across the room, and you would remember all you shared. You offered each other polite smiles. Sometimes you wanted to go to him, to thank him. To thank him for everything he had been to you, for all your firsts. First love, first kiss, first heartbreak. You wanted to thank him for the time you spent together, and you wanted to thank him for who you were now. But you knew he wouldn’t understand, so you thanked yourself. Thanked yourself for being resilient, for getting through it, for making /yourself/ who you were today. Despite him.

I hate the way you let us go,

Like it was all just nothing

I hate the way you hit the notes,

But not the words I'm saying

I hate the little things

Like when I'm unaware

I still remember how

We broke so perfectly

Sometimes you hated yourself, for letting yourself love him. You loved him even when he didn’t love you. You knew that no matter how much you grew or changed, or got over it that a small part of your heart would always remain his.

But sometimes you hated him more. You hated him for how things were while you were dating, he was good to you, but he was never yours. You hated how he ended it. How he spoke, like he was discussing the weather. He never showed an ounce of emotion, and you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t care or he couldn’t care.

You hated how he didn’t listen to you, how he never heard what you were saying even when he did. You could talk about your relationship’s problems for hours- going in circles- not resolving anything. It had been so long now, a whole school year had come and gone, yet you still cared. And that’s what you hated the most. You could see he was struggling, and it hurt you not knowing what was causing it. Sometimes you wished you could go to him, to ask him what was wrong. To ask him if anyone else even noticed something was wrong, but you didn’t.

Sometimes you could still picture the moment it ended like it happened yesterday. It came to you in waves, when you least expected it. In the shower, alone in bed at night when everyone else was asleep. You didn’t shed tears now.

In a world still full of life, i see color

In a bit of time cause we deserve better

Always and forever when the right one comes

Because part of loving you is letting go

Years had passed now. You rarely thought of Draco. You were happy, you had a partner whom you loved and cared for deeply. And they loved and cared for you in ways he never did. You were happy.

One day, walking hand and hand with them in Diagon Alley and you saw him. The girl he was with wasn’t Parkinson, you heard they broke up right after graduation. She was pretty, and they looked happy. He was smiling, and looking at her, only her. You couldn’t help but to smile to yourself- his happiness would always make you happy. That was something time wouldn’t change. He glanced your way, and you caught his eye and his smile faltered slightly, you smiled at him anyway.

He offered you a nod and small wave, and you returned it. Closure was a myth but this was the closest you had come to feeling it.

“Friend of yours?” Your partner asked and you turned, looking at them with a small smile.

“An old friend.” You agreed, squeezing their hand, and they squeezed back, returning the smile.

“Wanna go say hello?” They offered and you considered it for a moment. No hello or goodbye would ever change what you had gone through with that boy. You shook your head, nudging your partner.

“Nah,” And so you continued walking. Happy he was happy, but happier that you were happy too.

#Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #draco malloy x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you

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nicketynic · 3 years

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between the shadow and the soul (1/1)

Hey fam!! Guess whose laptop is back from four weeks of computer quarantine (a.k.a. two weeks of fix-up and a godawful amount of time in the mail)!!

This was originally intended for @jonsa-valentine. Originally a ~2,000 word take on a Robb Lives, Jon/Sansa falls in love despite her arranged Southron marriage, this grew and grew as I scribbled endlessly in my notebook.

Enjoy!!

“Jon, you shouldn’t be here,” Sansa hissed fiercely as her leisurely stroll through a Redwyne vineyard was interrupted by her lover appearing suddenly from behind a vine-covered trellis. Outraged worry quickly replaced startlement as she took in his appearance: tousled, hurried, still clad in riding leathers. The reckless abandon of it all left her furious. “Have you even presented yourself at Redwyne Hall?”

“No,” Jon baldly confessed, shamelessly sidestepping her outrage as he shed his cloak and pulled her close. “I came straight from the harbor.”

Despite herself, Sansa went unresisting into his embrace, twining her arms around his neck and guiding him deeper into the thicket of grapevines. “Luck must be with you, then. Willas and his uncle are spending the day in Ryamsport, otherwise your absence would be noticed immediately.”

“Or a few well-placed silver stags will delay my arrival being announced until near the evening meal,” he countered, leaning in to nuzzle into her neck.

The rough rasp of his beard and the weathered skin underneath, the calluses on his hands as he entwined them with hers a shock of sensory delight to her system. Pressing her cheek to his and breathing him in, she realized with appreciation that he must have stopped to bathe in Oldtown, lacking as he was the stench of horse and days-old sweat. Beneath an overlay of leather and seasalt instead lingered the fresh, clean scents of pine and snow. Home, her blood and heart and soul all whispered in unison, as she pressed closer and blinked away the prick of tears.

Gods, she had missed him...missed Winterfell, missed the North. Sansa had gotten everything she was dreamed of, a chivalrous husband and a life full of Southron fancy, but she wanted none of it. She longed instead for evergreen and snow and solemn, long Stark faces. She wished for Jon, the embodiment of everything her heart longed for, everything she knew of comfort and love.

As kind and chivalrous as Willas Tyrell had proven to be, as well as he continued to treat her, there was nothing she could do to change the truth of her feelings. She and Willas could have been Florian and Jonquil reborn, and still it would have come to no good end. Sansa Stark’s heart belonged to another, given away long before the Highgarden heir had ever cloaked her in green velvet and golden roses. She felt near-forgotten parts of her sparking alive everywhere Jon’s touch lingered, previously gone dormant under long months of Willas’ absent courtesy. Sansa had no true cause to complain as her husband’s attention was cast more upon his hawks, his horses, and his correspondence with a certain Dornish prince, but it was easy for loneliness to take root in the cracks of their relationship, lacking as she was any real bond connecting her to Highgarden.

Three years without an heir sent plenty a Reacher tongue wagging, but both spouses duly ignored the ensuing gossip. His gaze turned firmly to the south, hers to the north, but they shared a common longing for the approaching summer. Summer brought the tourney season, inspiring the Red Viper and his paramour to journey beyond the Red Mountains. Summer stirred Winterfell’s king to send a trusted proxy to the Reach, protecting the vital grain trade cemented by Sansa’s marriage contract.

Having expected to see Jon in Oldtown in the role of that proxy, a week out yet as Willas wished to visit with his Redwyne relatives before they were due to attend the celebrations for Old Lord Leyton’s seventieth nameday, it should hardly be a surprise that Sansa should be startled and confused with her former lover’s sudden appearance.

Either ignorant or ignorable of her inner turmoil, Jon sighed her name, pressing soft, sweet kisses to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, and her cheek as he raised his head to face her. “Sansa…”

“You’re mad,” she began, stopping when he winced and quickly corrected herself to avoid referencing the Targaryen heritage he found so abhorrent. “You’re foolish to have taken such a risk,” she finished chidingly, though her hands proved traitorous as they played with the hair at his nape and stroked his neck, soothingly away the reprimand. “You truly couldn’t wait for Oldtown?”

The touch grounded him, tempted as he was to take the rebuke as rejection and back away. Instead, he breathed out slowly, meeting her eyes with determination rather than chagrin. “I’m a fool, aye, mayhaps even more a fool than the Ser Florian of your songs. But I beg of you,” He tipped his forehead against hers, holding her gaze imploringly. “Here, in this moment, don’t send me away. I’ve missed you so desperately. I feel as if I’ve been cleaved in half everytime we part ways.”

“Jon…” Lifting onto the tips of her toes brought her lips to his and she let the kiss linger, slow and sweet as the first tentative touch they had shared years ago, the eve before she was due to depart for White Harbor to wed Willas in the Sept of the Snows. A clandestine meeting in the godswood to share a private goodbye had spiralled out of their control, as they surrendered to every forbidden longing overshadowed by her kingly brother’s negotiations with the Reach to get their people through a long winter, Sansa’s hand the bargaining chip key to secure the necessary grain trade.

For her people, Sansa chose to do her duty, but first sought one last thing for herself. That night, she lay with Jon in the shadow of Winterfell's heart tree, rising again in the hour before dawn hiding away the gentle, fanciful maiden part of her to become the stern, dutiful woman set to marry Highgarden's heir.

Pulling back at the need for breath, Sansa’s eyes were warm and full as she gazed up at her love. “Jon," she breathed. “Stay with me.”

He kissed her again, fumbling with his clothes as his hands were trembling, joy and desperation coursing through him like a maelstrom. “I’m here,” he whispered shakily against her skin as he kissed her throat, her breast as he loosened her corset and let her dress fall. “I’m here.”

Surrounded by the subtle sweetness of blooming grape clusters (so different from the cloying rose aromas permeating Highgarden, much to Sansa’s relief), they lay together upon the traveling cloak Jon had so carelessly shed. Rich, damp earth was soft beneath his elbows and knees, the sun warm against his backside as he kicked his breeches aside and leaned over her lithe form. His lips were soft as a butterfly’s kiss as he traced the constellations of freckles on her skin, clever fingers finding every secret spot guaranteed to elicit a sigh or moan. Her body sang with pleasure by the time she pulled him close and wrapped her legs around his hips, welcoming him into her body.

And as he moved above her, she kept her eyes on his face, tracing over his beloved features, his flushed complexion, the wrinkle in his brow as he concentrated on finding the right rhythm to please them both. Committing him to memory, she slowly let down the guard keeping the dreamy maiden at bay, and it was hope and love enveloping her, practicality hidden away, when he began to show signs of his impending peak. Cinching her legs and arms tight around him, she held him fast when he attempted to withdraw, something they would have never dared that night in the godswood. But Sansa knew his visit couldn’t last forever, and she would be so very, very lonely again when he was gone. “Stay with me,” she urged once more against his lips, swallowing his startled yelp in a kiss as he tensed and stilled, finding his release inside her.

And just like the flourishing vineyard around them, seed took root and slowly began to blossom.

As magic slowly faded from the world after the calamity of the Second War for the Dawn, the seasons falling into a pattern necessitated new alliances between all the kingdoms involved. Two years of winter would follow every three of summer, so on and so forth until cooperative trade was the key to survival.

From then on, when the snows melted and spring finally arrived in full bloom, the future Lord and Lady Tyrell began an extended tour around the Reach and surrounding regions, visiting family and popular tourney spots, building relationships and connections. If they crossed paths with Willas’ dear friend Prince Oberyn more often than not, and Sansa was able to enjoy her cousin Jon’s company during his journey to and from Highgarden as King Robb’s envoy, the coincidence was all the happier for all involved.

Surrounded by the sultry heat of a Southron summer, it was easy for most to forget that Sansa Tyrell was Sansa Stark, Daughter of Winterfell. But the reminder would always arrive when autumn's chill crept in and Lady Sansa's middle began to swell. Babes conceived in summer they may have been, but it was the winter of their birth that left its mark. Edwyn and his storm-grey eyes, little Alya with her Stark coloring; even sweet Minisa and spirited Brynden, fully Tully in looks, were Northern steel through and through when pushed passed their courtesies.

The years rolled by, marked by passages of joy and pain, contentment and heartache. Seasons changed, politics shifted, children grew, and Sansa and Jon became Lady Tyrell and Lord Snow respectively.

Just shy of her forty-fifth nameday, Sansa Tyrell leisurely strolled through the Beesbury family gardens, arm-in-arm with her beloved cousin, Lord Snow. Strong on the languid breeze was the thick scent of honeysuckle and the lazy swell of the Honeywine river, as Sansa cast reminiscent glances toward her companion through the fall of her lashes.

The arm beneath her fingers was firm and muscular as ever, but Jon had grown adorably sheepish about the softening of his middle over the years, the silver shot through his hair and beard, the craggy lines left by hard winters. Sansa herself was well aware of the marks age and children had left, but it was easy to dismiss those insecurities when her mind was full with memories of the night before.

The humid heat of the summer night had bogged down on them, clinging simply to their skin even as they clung closer to one another. Kisses tasted of warmth and sunlight, lingering gifts from the setting sun they'd made love beneath. Under the pallid luminescence of the night, her lover was a pale, solemn thing, meant for winter moons and cold starlight, but it was summer that gave them their union, and summer that touched the taste of their kisses, southron heat he gladly faced just to touch her once more. Cast with the warm glow of a full-faced summer moon, there was no mistaking the naked adoration and hunger those wintry eyes regarded her with, the same amorous gaze he’d given her at sixteen and twenty and thirty.

Once more in daylight, they practiced considerably more restraint, but it was with a mellow contentment that they walked together. Sansa was reluctant to break the peaceful silence between them, but they only had so much remaining privacy before duty forced them to part company once more. Houses Tyrell and Florent were now kin through Edwyn's marriage to the lovely and clever Mara, and so when Lord Beesbury wished to host a small tourney to celebrate his daughter’s betrothal to Mara’s brother Rycherd, all related houses happily donated further funds to make it a grander event for all to attend. Honeyholt was consequently buzzing with activity akin to the hives it was named for, and Sansa and Jon finding a private moment had been a miracle unto itself.

"Have you spoken yet to Brynden?" she inquired softly, watching him thoughtfully as they turned a corner between two appleblossom trees. He winced slightly, and she gave his arm a sympathetic squeeze, remembering how nervous he'd been when they discussed the matter the night before.

Jon heaved a heavy sigh, giving her a sheepish glance. "I have. I addressed the...situation this morning." A small, fond smile curled his lips, almost despite himself given his anxiety. "We were both eager to escape the formalities. It would have been remiss not to bring him along for my morning ride."

Sansa's returning smile was equally as fond and warm. "He favors you more and more every day," are the words she longed to say, but would never dare to do so in such a public setting. Instead, when she spoke aloud, it was to comment, "Bryn would live on horseback if I only allowed him. Wolf blood, I believe Father once called it." My blood. Your blood. Stark blood. He is every bit your son, Jon.

"But wolf blood or not," she continued gently, "He holds to the Tully words as well as his namesake. How did he respond to your offer?"

Jon sighed, softly and wistfully, resting a hand over the one tucked against his forearm. "He wasn't displeased, at least. I'm not certain the surprise ever wore off by the time we returned to the stable." He smiled wanly. "He asked for time to think. I suppose a crumbling old castle and a bastard’s name cannot compare to what Highgarden can offer."

"Jon," she sighed, the soft, tender tone to his name as close as she could come to the "my love" she wished to truly express. "You cannot truly believe any of that. A second son of a Reacher house can hardly hope for more than the tourney circuit. No boy with so much North in his heart could ever be happy as a pampered Southron knight."

A ghost of a smile appeared on Jon's face, and she pressed on. "I've hardly known Robb to be as much a braggart as he was in his letters about the restoration of Wolf's Den. He was so proud to present it to you. To honor you, Jon, in thanks for everything you've given."

"An honor I was hardly worthy of," he murmured darkly, an echo of the guilt and shame he wouldn't be Jon without. As much as he loved her, every time he lay with a married woman, the cousin he was pledged to protect and respect, he felt he violated Robb and her late father's trust in him, rendering his honor a tainted, broken thing he could no longer be proud of.

“Jon.” Bringing them to a firm stop next to a large flowering bush, grasping his forearms so that he would face her, she held his eyes intently. "You're one of the most honorable men I've ever known. Beyond that, you're kind, loyal, and dutiful to your core. How is that not a legacy Brynden would be proud to inherit?"

At that very moment, however, all thoughts of legacy, inheritance, and choice were driven out of Brynden Tyrell's head when he was knocked hard into the dirt, courtesy of his older brother, whose smirking face appeared into his field of vision along with an extended hand.

Heaving a sigh, he accepted Edwyn's hand, pulled firmly to his feet with a pat to his shoulder. A broad grin cut through Edwyn’s thick auburn beard, a low chuckle accompanying his teasing. "Didn't I tell you enough when we were boys to keep your shield up? Get distracted again, and I'll-"

"Ring my head like a bell," Brynden finished irritably, all too familiar with the phrase after a childhood of training with his brother. Eight years his senior and gifted with the stocky Tully frame, Edwyn had more often than not pummelled the lesson into him, but given Brynden’s undeniable skill with the blade now that he was nearly grown, he couldn’t deny the effectiveness of his brother’s teaching.

A round of musical laughter and mocking applause from the sidelines drew a glare and a reprimanding side-eye from the brothers. Alya remained unrepentant, smirking and giggling. Perched on a fence post, one knee drawn up to her chin and her free leg swinging back and forth, she appeared more of a restless child than a young woman on the brink of sixteen.

“Enough, Aly,” Edwyn firmly rebuked, the disapproval in his low tenor difficult to ignore by the younger siblings who so looked up to him.

Deciding that mocking her twin wasn't worth drawing Edwyn's wrath, she snapped her mouth shut against the slew of creative insults she had planned. Instead, she cocked her head curiously toward Brynden. “What has you so distracted, little brother? Even Sanny would have seen that blow coming.”

Brynden didn’t bother to hold back from glowering at his sister for that particular insult, as Sanny was the family nickname for Sansara, Edwyn and Mara’s three-year-old daughter. “If you must know, Uncle Jon asked me to go riding this morning…”

After finishing his narrative of everything that had happened that morning, Brynden was left faced with his brother’s expression, so thoroughly dumbfounded the younger wasn’t certain how to decipher the mood. Before he could begin to question, a sharp clout landed hard against the back of his head.

"Seven hells!" he yelped, protectively clutching the throbbing base of his skull as his ears rang and his head spun. He glared at his sister as darkly as capable through the pained pinch of his eyes.

"You're a complete and utter idiot," Alya hissed into his face, apathetic to the damage she'd caused in the face of her fury. “Uncle Jon offered to take you North, give you his name, and make you his heir! You have to think about it?!”

“Taking on a bastard’s name doesn’t require the slightest bit of thought?” Brynden scornfully shot back, immediately shamefaced and regretful before the words had even left his mouth. Alya’s stormy eyes lit with fury, looking ready to strike him all over again, Edwyn the very face of paternal disappointment.

Opening his mouth to apologize, he was cut off by Alya storming up to him and grabbing a fistful of his hair, jerking his head around and forcing him down until her mouth was level with his ear. "Don't presume to forget the truth of your own origins, Brynden Flowers." The low hiss of her voice was barely audible save for the sheer vehemence of her tone. "Be glad it was love that birthed you, and not the wrong side of some spoiled lordling's bedsheet."

Warring between shock and offense, Brynden could only stare at his sister, disbelieving that she would ever again dare to give voice to such a poisonous idea. He was so certain they left that ugliness behind years ago, fracturing their relationship in sacrifice to keep their world from crashing down around them.

They were twelve the night Alya appeared in his bedchamber, exuberant with the breathless excitement of a newly-discovered secret, words rambling together with a speed he struggled to keep up with. But still, that understanding did begin to bloom, as did the chill of fear climbing up his spine. Anxious panic clawed at his insides, nausea settling in as he looked up and recognized the glitter of excitement in his twin’s eyes.

She was so certain now that she had the answers, to all the questions she hadn’t been able to let go of the older they grew. Why none of them showed a trace of Tyrell save their name, why Father was never unkind but always distant, why Uncle Jon wrote so frequently and remained so affectionate and warm no matter how grown they became, despite only being a second cousin.

What was there to be excited about, if such a ghastly secret was true? There were as many pricked and ready ears hidden around Highgarden as there were roses, and there were plenty of those sickly pungent blossoms to be found around the castle and surrounding estate. The stain of bastardry aside, forgetting the loss of their inheritance and names, Brynden would fight tooth and nail to never see their mother pay the price for such a revelation.

How easily had Alya forgotten their lessons, to not realize the consequences of the Faith being so central to the Reach? Was it truly so difficult to remember Cersei Lannister’s disgrace, or Bethany Bracken’s death sentence? Even as the best-case scenario, if discovering he was a childless cuckold didn’t transform the mild-mannered Willas Tyrell into someone unrecognizable, the most they could expect was for Mother to be dismissed back to the North as a adulteress, taking her children with her bearing the name “Snow.” The shame and the ridicule would follow her, blacken her name and reputation, for the rest of her days. Would their kingly uncle welcome her home, or would he be ashamed and turn them away?

Was it worth ruining all their lives just because Alya needed there to be a reason behind Uncle Jon’s love?

Those fears swirling around his mind, culminating in a maddening mantra for Alya to just shut up and think about what she was doing, Brynden had reached out to roughly grab her arms, give her a harsh, violent shake, and order in a low, guttural growl he couldn’t recognize that she would never, ever say these things again.

He came back to himself a moment later to find a stricken, betrayed look deep in his twin’s winter eyes. Nausea and horror welled up inside him, as hardened steel replaced the pain and she spat at him, jerking herself away to disappear into the night.

It was the last time she looked at him with anything lighter than mockery. And mockery it seemed to be now, making a mockery of the sacrifice he made to keep them safe. His nostrils flared, his fists clenched, his mouth opening to respond-

Thud!

Edwyn’s practice sword hit the ground hard as his patience finally snapped, striding forward until his siblings were within arm’s length. Strong hands grabbed the teenagers by the scruffs of their necks, with just enough firmness that wriggling free would be uncomfortable, and whirled them around to face him, stern mien only emphasized by the dark intensity filling his eyes. “Enough! The two of you will stop this incessant squabbling and remember that you are family and pack, or so help me, I will chain you together for the rest of your natural lives.”

His face softened and he sighed. “You’re not getting anywhere continuing to hide from each other. Speak, and listen. Alya, tell him why it’s important to you that he go north.”

A brief mulish stubbornness appeared in her expression, but Alya’s eyes darted from Edwyn to her twin, vulnerability becoming more apparent the more she made contact with Brynden. “I-my betrothal has been arranged. I’m to marry Wyllam Manderly.”

Wyllam Manderly- heir to White Harbor. Which meant his twin, his other half, was being sent North, separating them for the first time in his life. Unless he accepted Uncle Jon’s offer and went north as well…

Oh. Oh. He swallowed hard against a lump in his throat. “Does that mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

Alya’s eyes went as wide as saucers, but before anything more could be discussed, they were all interrupted by the arrival of Edwyn’s squire.

“My lords, my lady, I’ve been sent to fetch you. Lady Minisa had gone to the birthing bed.”

If there was anything that gave Alya the slightest hope in regards to her future marriage, it was the genuine affection between her older sister and her husband, Ser Samwyle Tarly. Called Little Sam to differentiate him from his father, Samwell, the heir to Horn Hill had been hopelessly besotted with Minisa from the time they were children. It was likely that adoration that led to him indulging Mini’s wish to travel so late in her pregnancy, though thankfully the couple hadn’t traveled far, having been staying in Oldtown to celebrate his sister Maeve’s first child with Lord Hightower.

Samwyle was a big man, tall and broad, his presence readily felt by all those with him in the corridor as he paced back and forth, Redwyne freckles standing stark against his pale, anxious face. Alya watched as Edwyn approached the nervous father-to-be, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning closer to hopefully reassure and advise. Without the frenetic pacing to keep her attention, Alya found herself shifting restlessly, nothing left to distract her from her racing mind.

Thoughts bouncing from the danger of Mini being in labor to vague, nervous speculation of one day being married to Wyllam and carrying his children, she found herself most often coming back to the fact that her twin, her other half, thought she hated him.

Alya knew she was stubborn, that she was prideful, but even she had been able to admit to herself years ago that she had been hasty when it came to her suspicions about their mother and Uncle Jon. Yes, it had been wrong of him to respond the way he did, trying to force silence on the sister he knew valued the freedom of her mind above all else, but these days, needling Brynden was more habit than true antagonism. Calling him “Flowers” had been a childish thing born of her anger, but still, the only thing that could truly stick in her thoughts…

“Does that mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

She winced at the memory and stared blankly ahead, idly counting grains in the wooden table nearby in an effort to distract herself. A shift in the space, a creak from the bench beneath her, and a warm, solid body appeared at her side. Keeping her gaze affixed forward, she sighed, sliding over until they were shoulder-to-shoulder. “I don’t hate you,” she muttered softly.

The body beside her went slack with relief, shifting closer still until they were hip-to-hip. “I accepted Uncle Jon’s offer,” he offered hesitantly.

Relief rushed through her, and she let her hand fall onto the bench beside them, close enough to feel the warmth of his. They’d held hands so often as children, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d welcomed such a touch from him. “And you’ll visit White Harbor often?”

“So much you’ll think me even more of a pest than you do now,’” Brynden replied honestly. He flexed his fingers, letting his pinkie graze against hers. He lowered his voice, muttering quietly. “I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted us safe.”

Alya sighed heavily, giving into her instincts and wearily letting her head fall to his shoulder. Her twin stiffened for only a moment, relaxing beneath her and gladly welcoming her proximity as he had since the womb. “I know. But we’ll all be well, Bryn. Mama will be accompanying me for a time. And Edwyn will be so proud of you, becoming a lord in your own right.” In his heart of hearts, Alya knew if there was any man that Brynden truly considered a father, it was their older brother. Edwyn had seen them through their childhoods with patience and strength, but he had children of his own now. If nothing else, Uncle Jon at least deserved the chance to guide Bryn through the clumsy first steps of adulthood.

Brynden nodded softly, contemplatively silent rather than brooding. He gently settled his hand on hers and Alya reciprocated, their fingers entwining. There was much more left unsaid between them, so much to discuss and uncover, but for now, two halves were side-by-side.

xx Feeling helpless as a spectator and uncertain how much of his heart he could truly show, Jon Snow could only watch the similar anxiety and tension carrying on around him. Along with his goodson, he winced as yet another sharp cry from the birthing room filled the air.

Afternoon had quickly faded into twilight and later still into the hour of the wolf, and Jon had long since sent the twins to bed and his firstborn to tend his own young family. This left Jon as the only one to let the reassuring weight of a father’s hands rest against Little Sam’s shoulders.

He wondered briefly if the boy bore any resemblance to his father anytime Desmera or Gilly had gone to the birthing bed with Sam’s impressive brood of eight Tarlys and Flowers. Jon and Sam’s friendship had continued over the years despite the distance, but necessity had seen him only sharing in the most monumental milestones of his friend’s life through letters. He looked at Little Sam, saw the near-resemblance to his dear friend save for a few distinct Redwyne features.

Pushing away the melancholy, Jon forced his mouth into a reassuring smile. “Steady on, lad. Wasn’t your father or brother able to prepare you for this at all?”

“Aemon tried his best, but Father was too embarrassed.” Jon’s lips twitched into a more genuine grin, both at Sam’s expense and the reminder that “the little monster” had grown into the happy and respected Ser Aemon Flowers.

Jon nodded sagely. “Fortunately there’s none of that shyness between old friends. It gets easier as time goes on, according to your father. Meanwhile, I’m here with you, and we’ll be strong for our Minisa. Why don’t you tell me what you two have planned once you’re able to take the babe back to Oldtown?”

The next hour passed peacefully with Little Sam’s hopes, dreams of his son or daughter growing up with Maeve’s little Lyonel, Aemon’s Hern and Flora, and Edwyn’s sweet Sansara Samwyle’s happy voice died out as Minisa’s cries reached a crescendo, attention fixated on the door for a short eternity before the oak hinges creaked open, and Sansa stepped out into the corridor, relief mingling with fatigue in her expression.

“It’s done. You have a son, Samwyle. Congratulations.”

“A boy.” Little Sam was euphoric and glowing in his joy. “May I go see them?”

“Of course. Minisa’s expecting you.”

The clandestine couple watched as the exuberant young man all but bound for the room, disappearing behind the door. In the sudden silence, Sansa looked back at her lover, something impossibly soft lingering in her eyes.

“The birth was long and hard. I’m in need of freshening up. Will you escort me back to my guest chamber, Cousin?”

“I’d be delighted, my lady.”

Safely barred behind another closed door, Sansa’s lips stole his breath, soft hands linking around his neck to kiss him deeply, joy and life and love thrumming through every connection they shared. Jon made a soft sound of satisfaction in his throat, arms locking around her as they shared again deep, heated kisses. Nimble fingers slipping beneath the folds of his tunic, she flattened her palm just over his pounding heart, thinking fondly of the deep, unconditional love she knew resided there.

Their caresses slowed, lips parting at the need for breath, and Sansa reached up to cup his cheek, smoothing her thumb over the ages lines around the curve of his mouth. “He’s beautiful, my love. I can’t wait for you to see him. I’m to bring you back once father and son have had their time, and Mini sends her poor husband to bed.”

Torn between elation and indecision, Jon hesitated. “A male cousin in the birthing room? Sansa, are you certain?”

“Yes. You weren’t able to meet Sansara until she was nearly a year old- you deserve to meet this child. Besides, Minisa insists upon it. She’s eager for you to meet your new namesake.”

As his eyes widened, she chuckled and stole one last kiss, a gentle peck to the gaping slack of his mouth. “Come now. Your daughter and grandson await you.”

As Jon watched his daughter hold her newborn son, her lovely face awash with a new mother’s love and tenderness, he felt a pang for a past he hadn’t been present for. He thought perhaps some of it was restored to him in this moment, for it must have looked similar to when Sansa held their children for the first time after bringing them into the world.

Propriety checked at the door, there was no earthly force that could keep Jon back from sweeping over to the bed, leaning down to embrace his daughter and pressing a tender kiss to her brow. Minisa hummed with content, arms twining around his shoulders to return his embrace. She bussed a kiss to his bearded cheek, and when she whispered a soft, nonchalant truth sotto voce into his ear, he found himself passed panic or recrimination. Crystal blue eyes met his calmly, steadily, nothing but love and trust to be found in their depths.

“Come hold your grandson,” she told him simply. No accusation, just a simple, short acknowledgment.

Then there was hardly time to think on it further as Sansa placed little Jon Tarly in his arms, letting him carefully cradle the babe against him. He looked down at the tiny face with reverence and felt his heart swell with more love than he ever felt possible. Just like all those years ago, when somehow Sansa managed to work her way into his heart, giving so much and asking nothing in return, filling all the empty spaces inside him until she was a part of everything he was. How could he ever feel empty again, carrying memories like this one with him for the rest of his days?

#jon x sansa #jonsa #jonsa-valentine #asoiaf #my fic #better late than never

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rice-pudding-slaps · 3 years

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A WILD thought just crossed my head but a Cats High School Teachers AU? It would be ✨glorious✨

Just imagine!!

Jennyanydots would totally be a language teacher That's how we call it in my country lmao language and communications. It's basically grammar and literature ANYWAY that is also kind of a mother for kids who need help. She would totally and absolutely be that Miss Honey kinda Vibes™ teacher that always has a kind word for you and if she sees you crying, she will protect you with her life (And also maybe she has this huge bag filled with napkins and sweets). She's strict tho. But not in a mean way. She doesn't just gift grades, she makes you work for it. You can turn up your paper again, but it will have 300 corrections. But she will praise your efforts and help you overcome your difficulties.

Skimble gives me such Math Teacher That Always Has a Story and Rarely Actually Teaches The Class kinda vibes. His class is always on the most absolute of silence and no one ever DREAMS of pranking him. The kids knoooow that they can say "Hey, mr Skimbles I heard you were on a train once" and boom he will tell you all these stories about his time being in charge of the Northern Mail. He has told the story sooooo many times that the children once put on a play with one of the stories for Teachers Day or smtn. He was moved to tears

Demeter would absolutely be an art teacher and be the most understanding teacher ever. She's patient and kind and she will give you a day more to bring in your work if you need it. She also always has a way to find hurt kids. Coming from an abusive background herself, she's quick to act whenever she feels a child migh need any type of help. She ended up being That Teacher That Every LGBTQ+ Kid Befriends and she is proud to be helpful and provide love to those who need it. She's very close to Munk and is always helping with the props for the plays.

Bomba is a science teacher because I said so. And because she has a similar vibe to most of my science teachers when I was in school lmao. She's funny and charismatic and pretty laid back. And you never know what to expect from her. The kids love her bc she might spend some class talking all about formulas and next class is "Hey kids wanna learn how to make EXPLOSIONS??" they never actually blow up something, but she makes the lab classes the best thing.

Munkustrap is an absolute history teacher. No questions asked. The man knows how to narrate every historical moment like you were there. He has a silver tounge (pun intended). And he always tries to teach the most he can, because history is just so broad and there is so much to talk about. And he definetely would answer all the questions, even the more weird ones. He's called by kids the Protector because even when he's easly the most strict teacher ever, he would never let anyone bad mouth his students. No matter how chaotic the class was, he will always tell them that as long as they learned something, they won. He also works in the theatre departement, so the theatre kids are in love with the guy. They tried to set him up with Demeter in a play, but gave up after a half hour speech on how they shouldn't be involved in their teachers personal lifes.

Tugger is obviously a music teacher. He is that laid back, friendly and overall awesome teacher that everyone just loves. He plays any instrument you can think of and will teach you if you ask. As a joke, a whole class asked to learn the bagpipes and when next class this rockstar of a teacher appeared with a fucking bagpipe and a whole lot for the kids they fucking LOST IT. He will help you with practice and if you want to get into serious music, then he will absolutely root for you. He has a song composed for every teacher and absolutely everyone hates him for this. He's also with the theatre kids and always helps with plays maybe to mess with Munk, maybe he likes the attention. He's also in charge of music and dance presentations and he abuses his powers greatly. And everytime a class graduates he says that he doesn't really cares that much (is the circle of life, baby) but will shed silent tears everytime bc he's gonna miss the kiddies.

Misto's obviously a dance teacher. Duh. He might be an ex student for the same school. He's fresh out of college and he sometimes doesn't know what to do, but he tries really hard. And he's harsh as fuck for the same reason. He always wears a tuxedo to class and a bowtie bc he tought it was a formal thing and now it's kind of like "his thing". He's kind of cold at first and doesn't talk really that much, the kids first tought he hated them, but later found out that he just goes non verbal sometimes and designed a whole system to communicate instructions and corrections. Misto was so happy. And that's why there is a board on the classroom they use to dance. He's also one of the teachers that every LGBTQ+ kid loves, and he tries his best to support each one. And yes, every day they ask "DO THE CONJURING TURNS MR. MISTOFFELEES" and he gladly does. There was this rumor that he was magic bc once a kid saw him in a presentation out of school and they swear he sparkled out of the blue. He knows, and sometimes he would do little tricks for the kiddos for funs, and other teachers just to mess with them. He also goes to the teathre departement and it's constantly working with Tugger so the music and dance kids do presentations together. The kids ship it so hard

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer are the best gym teachers ever. They also are very new to this, but they make class the most fun thing ever. They teach sports and gymnastics with ease. And they have no mercy on dodge ball. No. Mercy. They once were playing on the field with the kids and hit Tugger on the head. The legend says that they ran across the school for all night. The truth is that they outrun Tugger, but not Munk.

Jellylorum is the school's nurse. She always has a tecito de hierbas for you. And she will always hear you and try to get you to be better. She has infinite patience for eveyone. And she always carries pads and tampons for the kids who may need it. And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on? She's there too. She and Jenny have their officed flood on Mother's day because they are the second mothers of so many kids. She also catches up with ex-students and remember every name.

Gus is the official Theatre teacher. He is this old man who is so wise and strict, but just because he loves his craft so so much. Every year there is some kind of rumor that he might retire, but it never seemed to happen. He has a little office with so many photos and diplomas and it's just filled with memories. He is very harsh on the kids. Very. But they love him because he also can spend hours talking about his greatest performances on theatre. When he actually had to retire because he was starting to have very fragile health, everyone cried. They held a big play and he played Growltiger. No one had a dry eye that night. And he still visits the school from time to time. He goes to every play.

You might say that Old Deuteronomy is the principal and you would be very right. But this man was a teacher in his day. He taught philosophy and history and english and literature. He has more degreed that a high school teacher had to have, but he loved dearly the art of teaching. And he remembers every kid. Every morning he sits at the entrance and says to every one of them by name. He plays with the kids when his health let's him. He has a framed photo of him and Gus on their first years as teachers just along side a photo of the year Tugger joined Munkustrap on the school staff. And everyone is very sure that he might let Munkustrap take the position one day. He's also a kind soul. And will let kids tug on his beard. There was this christmas when he dressed up as santa and it was the sweetest thing ever.

Tantomille and Coricopat are philosophy teachers. They take turns doing classes and you will never know wich one taught you last class because they are in perfect sync. Their test are the most outlandish thing ever, and give points for "originality" wich is mostly just wich kid said the most weird but true thing. The kids are kinda scared of them. Just enough to not to mess up their classes.

I am not completely sure, but Alonzo being a spanish teacher just brings me so much joy. He's always teaching them songs and little games to learn spanish and the kids take total advantage of that just to mess with him. He never gets truly mad if they play a prank on him. And he's the Protector number 2 to the kids, bc he would absolutely turn up to a teachers reunion wet from head to toe and instead of tattle on the kids, he would just say it was an accident. Munk knows and always ends up catching the culprit, not always with Alonzo's help.

The Rumpus Cat is the school mascot.

#cats the musical #Cats 1998 #cats headcanons #Long post #I have tought way too much about this #Should I write a fic?#Cats teachers au

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sunsinrinn · 3 years

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She’s Lovely

Kuroo x reader

Angst

You watched as he approached you with a girl close behind. ‘Wonder what this is about’, you think. And the look on his face brings joy to you. You adore and cherish that facial expression, memorizing it everytime you saw it so you never forget it. He approaches you and you get up to receive his hug. That daily hug he gives you, but it never comes. You look at his excited face and confused look behind him and see the prettiest girl you had ever seen. Instantly you recognized her, Alisa Haiba. Two years older than you and a year older than him.

“What’s going on Kuroo?” You ask as you look back at him. He is buzzing with excitement as he answers, “I have some exciting news!” You wait, as a terrible feeling begins to creep up. “I asked Alisa out! And she said yes!” Your face falls slightly and the feeling you had expands everywhere. Trembling with immense sadness you flash a smile that could fool everyone. “Congratulations, Kuroo! I’m happy for you!” You look back at her and give her a smile, you extend your arms out and welcome her in for a hug. She walks up to you happily and as you embrace her, tears spill. You quickly pull away and wipe the tears away before they could see.

“She’s going to be a lovely girlfriend for you, Kuroo. Does Kenma know yet?” You say in a even almost monotone voice. He doesn’t pick up the tone of voice you have and responds as he reaches for Alisa’s hand. “Not yet. Please don’t tell him yet. I wanted to tell you first!” His words make your test tighten and tears threaten to spill again. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin the,” you strain your voice, “the surprise.” You give him another smile and look away, trying to get lost in your thoughts. But no thoughts were there, leaving your mind to think about one single thing. Looking at them you see how happy he is, you wished it was you that made him that happy. You wished you could memorize that look he had. But he wasn’t yours to memorize anymore. In reality, he never was.

You clear you throat, “well... I should get going, I want to stop by the convenience store before I head home.” Grabbing your things you quickly try to get away. Kuroo looks at you and says, “We can walk with you! We were heading to my house so its in the same direction!” You stiffen and shake your head, “it’s fine. I don’t want to interrupt you guys.” Not giving him a chance to respond you walk away quickly. He looks hurt at your rejection to walk with them but pushes it aside and looks over at Alisa enamored by her.

As you walk home you send Kenma a text. Kuroo has a surprise for you. Putting your phone away you walk to the convenience store and pick up some small snacks and pay. Leaving the store you look around and see two familiar figures nearing the store, quickly you walk the opposite way urgently wanting to get home. You make it home after beginning to run near the end. Out of breath you remove your shoes and set your things down. You try and forget about the earlier event and start on homework. As the hours go by, you receive a notification. looking at it you see Kenma’s text. Just told me about it...

You meet up with Kenma the next day, a Friday night. You both decline an invitation to hang out with the new couple preferring to hang out with each other instead. And as soon as you see each other you embrace. You both let some tears spill before letting go and just laying down. Like you, Kenma too, was in love with kuroo. And like you, got his heart broken yesterday. What a cold December night it was, for both the body and soul of y/n and Kenma. You knew kenma was in love with his best friend and he knew you were in love with him too. But you both were in harmony because you both knew kuroo didn’t see any of you as lovers. No, just friends.

As a year passes, you and Kenma form a bond that not even Kuroo could break. You both became close and both of you still, had feelings for Kuroo those feelings strong, but not as strong as the ones you felt for each other. You were almost like soulmates. Brought together by the same person. that same person, who on this day December 3rd stood in front of the both of you and broke your hearts, was standing in the front of you again, with the same exact excitement on his face. A face you once remembered memorizing, now burned in your mind. “I’m in love with Alisa. So I am going to propose to her!” And again, like that day, both you and Kenma get your hearts broken again. But neither say that, instead, you both smile and congratulate him wishing him luck.

And now here you and kenma stand watching Kuroo propose to Alisa. You both force fake smiles and congratulate the newly engaged. The pain you felt as you watched the man you love slip away was sharper than ever. You look over at kenma and notice he has that same pain splashed across his face. you reach for his hand and squeeze it gently. Smiling at him and look at kuroo again.

None of you said anything though. Neither of you wanted to hurt or confuse his feelings. You both worked so hard to never show those emotions all for Kuroo to go and crush both of your feelings with two sentences.

“I asked Alisa out! She said yes!”

“I’m in love with Alisa. So I am going to propose to her!”

You remember those two different times he said those two very different yet very alike sentences, as you watch the couple say their vows a year later. you on Alisa’s side, her maid of honor. And Kenma on Kuroo’s side, the best man. A tear is shed by you, which most will mistake for happiness and you watch as Kenma look away in pain. You meet his gaze and nod towards the exit. He looks over at it and back at Kuroo. Before giving a slight nod and in sync like always, both you and Kenma run towards the exit never looking back. You hear Kuroo yell out after the both of you but all you can think is, “She’s lovely for you Kuroo. I hope you found your happiness.” holding Kenma’s hand you finally feel complete and liberated from loving kuroo.

Oh how the third of December had a huge impact on you three different times. Two that hurt and one that brought you happiness.

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A/N: this is in honor of third of december a heather like situation <3

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