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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [4]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎

TW: Heavy depression ‎ ‎

Words: 5k ‎

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked. Good day! Sorry for the delay, I totally haven't been eating up the Iso stuff Valorant's posting for the past few weeks like an Iso zombie, or anything. Also I might start publishing stuff a lot more slowly with everything's coming up, but I'll try my best to keep writing! Have a good read!‎ ‎‎ ‎

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。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Winter, present day.

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You were tasked with showing up to work extra early today. Not that you had anything important to do, but Ying had an idea, and she always made her grand ideas your or Yu’s problem.

Mostly you, for some reason. Since she was your boss, you never really minded this. Actually, it was starting to grow on you, especially since she seemed incredibly busy with something else and didn’t have many other ways to release her stress.

It was important to note that this wasn’t all daisies and rainbows, however. This plan, though joyous for her, was pure torture for you.

Your path to work today consisted of you carrying a basket concealed at the top with some cloth as you walked down the pavement. Your mistake of not wearing gloves, combined with the brutally cold weather and the heaviness of said basket, it felt like your fingers were about to snap and fall off any second. Despite somehow surviving every single winter in your lifetime, you never bothered purchasing gloves since you had this habit of keeping your hands in your pockets.

Fuelled by a certain someone.

Your thoughts were curt once you pushed the door open, your entrance accompanied by a jingle as you moved towards the counter where Ying was. Though she was writing down a few things on her laptop, she immediately met your gaze with a grin and prioritised greeting you.

The heat inside the café enveloped you, and you immediately welcomed it with open arms whilst you moved.

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“Good morning, Y/N! Did you bring the goods?”

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Take that out of context.

You pocketed your headphones, then slammed the hefty basket on the counter to relieve yourself of the weight, a loud thud echoing through the empty and barely lit café. Then, you slipped off the cloth covering, immediately taking out its contents before she’d get a chance to peek.

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“One,”

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You placed one ripened passion fruit on the table, Ying’s eyes glimmering in excitement as she turned off her laptop and clasped her hands together.

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“Two,” you set down another, “three,” then another, “four, five, six,”

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You were careful not to set them down too hard. Despite their thick skin, you knew you could accidentally crush them. And after a whole year of tending to that cursed tree, preventing fungal infections and protecting it from anything that stood between you and a bloody good harvest, smashing the fruits was the last thing you wanted to do.

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“Fifteen.”

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You set down the final one. And by the time you looked up at Ying, her grin grew so wide it could tear her skin open with just one more fruit set to the counter.

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“Wonderful– this is amazing! I can only imagine how many desserts and drinks we can make with this!” She held one fruit and let her thumb scan the wrinkly skin. “And how’re your other trees, if I may ask?”

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With a shrug, the basket was tossed aside and you made your way behind the counter, taking out a knife from a nearby drawer. Your fingers were noticeably less stiff thanks to the heat. Though it still hurt to bend them, it wasn’t as bad as, you know, probably approaching hypothermia.

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“We have to wait until next summer for the harvest, I’m afraid.”

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“Ah, is that so? No problem; the profits we’ll make from this should make up for the time lost!”

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She noted with the same enthusiasm from the moment you showed her a single fruit.

You didn’t want to waste your time making the pies. Your task was to grow the fruit, not cook them. At least until she said otherwise. Again, Ying was your boss.

Once you put down the chopping board and knife you previously washed, she handed you the fruit and allowed you to cut into it. And with just one slice, it parted to reveal a slew of yellow deliciousness glimmering under the light, waiting to be ingested. Ying aimed for said ‘deliciousness’. You, however, already aimed to keep the seeds for yourself.

She took the sliced fruit and trotted off, letting you take the others and continue cutting into them. The silence was immediately broken, however, especially once another thing popped up in her mind.

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“I don’t want to sound like a creep, but…” she piped up from behind, “I noticed you started listening to music on the way here again.”

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You paused.

Right… The headphones. You mindlessly took them out last week and started using them whilst pruning your tree, the action comparable to pouring yourself a glass of water to go with a meal. As if there was no emotional attachment to such a thing.

And it felt good, now that she mentioned it. No– it felt triumphant, actually. More pleasing than coming to work with a basketful of fruit with only the bustling of the streets to accompany you. Not that your taste in music was anything crazy, but, you know.

You promptly went back to slicing through the fruit. It took a great deal of effort not to let the looming sense of despondency consume you as if it were a blue whale.

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“Yeah, I… Gardening is as distracting as I remember it to be.”

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“You’re not going to drop it, are you?”

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“No, no. Not at all.”

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It gave you something to do other than sulk in bed all day. Ying took the sliced fruit with a smile you barely caught from the corner of your eye, before moving back to the counter behind you.

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“I’ve actually purchased a few other things to go along with the pies we’re making. Would you like the seeds?”

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You looked back to see her taking out a few other fruits and setting them on the crowded counter, right next to what you discovered was a colander. The colours of said fruit pleasantly stood out against the variety of beiges and the muted tones of the outside world. A few oranges sat adjacent to the sliced passion fruit from you, some store-bought passion fruit alongside those ones, and…

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“I was told oranges were your specialty a while ago. I’m hoping that’s still the case.”

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“...What lemon is that?”

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Ying paused to look back at what she’d set down, before perking up and grabbing the exact fruit you were eyeing.

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“Ah, you noticed? It’s a Meyer lemon! I had to wait for December and go so far to find them; I still somehow only managed to purchase two before they sold out.” She grinned to herself whilst handing it to you. “I don’t know how you used to get so many all the time.”

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You set down the blade, then moved to take the lemon from her, observing its familiar shape and colour. Soft, round, thin skin, and a deeper tint of yellow juxtaposed to its regular counterpart. Just how you remembered it to be.

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“Where’d you find them?”

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Ying tittered and took out another lemon, setting it alongside the pile of fruit she’d already placed.

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“That’s a secret. Anyhow, I’ll need to fire up the ovens now and call in a few others. I guarantee that…”

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She continued speaking, but you tuned her out in favour of taking in the lemon’s characteristics all over again. It’s been a while since you’ve seen one of those. Heck, it’s been a while since you were even able to stomach thinking about Meyer lemons. But now, sure, they were doing their cursed job of reminding you of Yu, but what chiefly took over your mind was how you’d be able to plant this on your balcony again. The process, the space, all of that previously buried information was now slowly digging itself out. Huh.

A cold sensation on your thumb snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked down to realise that you accidentally dented the skin, deep enough for the juice to spill. You promptly shook your head and went back to work.

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❤ฺ·。

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It took a while for you to finally clean out all of the pots and fill them with their respective soils. And it took an even longer while for you to plant your seeds, organising them outside on the balcony, where there was more room. Your apartment was now slowly growing more and more synonymous with a forest. Plants and bushes everywhere, you swore the air also started to change the more you tended to all of it.

You stood back and proudly dusted off your hands, heaving a tired sigh in the process of catching your breath. Despite the cold temperature that poked at your skin like an army of wasps, you were still heavily sweating, and it felt like your chest was burning.

How the heck did you do this all the time without anyone’s help? You thought, but again, you were more physically capable of things like this given your… erm, better diet and mental state. Better than whatever the heck it was now before Ying convinced you to pick up gardening again. It felt like your muscles had deteriorated after a year of… well, after a year.

Whatever. If there was one thing you were going to do, it’s to return to how you were before Yu left. Maybe even better. And these plants were the first step to getting there. You took the pen and sticky notes set on a table near the corner and began writing. The ice cold temperature of said pen stung your fingers, but it’s not like that stopped you.

‘orange’, and ‘passion fruit’.

But you stopped halfway through writing the word ‘lemon’. You haven’t planted any lemons. In fact, you ran out of pots, as unbelievable as that sounded.

You wanted to plant the lemons right now. No, you needed to. If you don’t start now, how long will it take until you finally get fruit? Besides, Ying’s thirst for fresh fruit wouldn’t be quenched any time soon.

But… there was no room.

…

You sighed, and went back inside. There was one solution in mind. But that solution required a level of bravery you could never hope to achieve. And now that she mentioned it, you could hardly put on the headphones without thinking of Yu. You barely managed to plant those two fruits without being reminded of your parents over and over; how were you supposed to even think of approaching Meyer lemons?

It just seemed too ambitious. It seemed like it was too soon, especially when you were still technically grieving Yu’s disappearance.

But the idea was tempting, to plant the lemons in Yu’s backyard. His house was practically abandoned, right? It wasn’t… occupied. How could you, though? Exploit your boyfriend’s generosity like that? Not only his generosity, but for sharing something so vulnerable with you, only to be used for your own selfish goals when he wasn’t around to–

Your thoughts were interrupted once the music in your ears paused in favour of the ringtone that began playing. Someone was calling. And you rushed to your phone on the other side of the balcony, checking the name.

Ying.

Why would she be calling you today? At night?Nevertheless, you answered and pocketed the device.

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“Hello?”

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“Good evening!”

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You immediately flinched at the sound of multiple plates clanking against each other. That wasn’t to mention the people speaking loudly in the background. Though far away and, quite frankly, muffled, you were too used to the serene ambient playlist you had going.

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"Ying, it's ten. Why're you still at work?"

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"You should've seen it, Y/N! People went crazy over the pastries, they– they think I put some kind of secret ingredient in there! No, in fact, they actively avoided the store-bought passion fruit; they wanted yours!" She excitedly laughed to herself. "Can you believe it? I never thought using fresh fruit could have such an effect!"

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You ran your fingers through your messy hair, unable to hold back the smirk that painted your features.

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"No kidding."

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"I'll give you a cut of it this month. But we're only a few sales shy of purchasing that painting! What would I do without you, Y/N?"

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She let out a content sigh. You noted the unwavering excitement in her voice. Heck, you even knew that her cheeks were currently twisting to accommodate a wide smile despite being on the other side of the phone. But she kept the volume of her voice low, almost as if she were holding herself back in order to maintain her air of professionalism, or whatever.

But…

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“Ying. We need to talk.”

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“Wait, just one second.”

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Ying muted her microphone before you could tell her about what ran through your mind. And the doubt grew the more seconds that passed. Should you really tell her what was going on, or should you just deal with it alone?

Your heart jumped out of your chest once you heard an audible thud from behind you, quickly turning to see what the noise was. But you immediately calmed down the moment you recognised the wrinkly lump that sat on the ground, barely reflecting the light off of its thick purple skin.

It was a passion fruit from the tree. You… missed one.

Ying then unmuted, snatching your attention with ease.

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“I’m sorry, what were we saying?”

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"Something about a painting. Look, there’s something important..." you glanced at the other pots as you leaned on the wall behind you, "Ying, there's no more room."

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"Huh? For the plants?"

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"Yes. My balcony is full, and I ran out of pots."

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"I see... And buying a new pot is not an option, is it?"

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"No."

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You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

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"I– I have a solution in mind, but it's hard to swallow."

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Your voice shifted to a hushed whisper towards the end of that sentence, and the despondency hit you like a truck. Was this even a good idea? Was telling her a good idea? What if she shuns you for such a thing?

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"What is it?"

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Silence settled for a moment, before you finally gathered the remnants of courage you had and spoke up.

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"I'm..." you started, "I'm thinking of planting the lemons in his house. In his… backyard"

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...

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"His... house?"

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"Yes."

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Crap. The silence must be indicative of shock; she must be disgusted by this selfish idea, just like you were. This was the exact reaction you were afraid o–

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"Ah, that's a great idea! I assume you visited his house before; do you still have the keys?"

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"I do. He gave them to me."

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"Perfect, then yes, I think you should do it!"

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Ying cried out in excitement, all of the professionalism she feigned melting like ice cream on a hot summer day, all because of you. Presumably in public, considering the bustling you still heard from the other side.

So much for maintaining her mellowness…

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"Yu told me once about how dead his house felt, no matter what he’d do. This could be the most ideal solution to that!"

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"In what way is that the solution?"

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You said with a wry laugh as you opened the door and went back inside, but Ying wasn't bothered by your pessimism whatsoever.

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"Because gardening is the perfect contrast to death!"

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...

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"Pardon?"

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"When you strip down all of the complicated details, gardening is technically giving life to an inanimate object, Y/N! You take a seed, something no different from a– a rock– a pebble, and nurture it. You turn it into a tree, and it's amazing! It's an extraordinary process!"

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You were expecting her to mention the still air, how having plants there would freshen it up, or the fact that his house was generally abandoned and it would be more beneficial to just use it, but this wasn’t what was in your mind.

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"...Ying, look, I respect your fascination with philosophy, but this is–"

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"Not only that, but a tree is a being that benefits everything around it. It– it replaces the oxygen, it bears fruit, and it returns what it has taken from its environment!"

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"Ying."

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"Think about it! When you picture a ghost town, what comes to mind? Now imagine that ghost town with a touch of mother nature. Fascinating, right?"

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Oh my god.

She seemed far too swept away with this topic, as if these thoughts had been festering in her head for the past few months with no outlet... until you came into the picture. Wait just a second, was this why she wanted you to go back to gardening? Or maybe you were just overthinking things.

Your words, however, fell on deaf ears as you tried to drag her back down to reality.

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"I think you should understand how valuable gardening is, Y/N–"

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"Ying!"

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"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry, I–" She tittered, clearly embarrassed. "I must've gotten carried away."

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“It’s fine.”

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She already sounded cheesy throughout this entire ordeal, but this was starting to get out of hand. You sighed, unable to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot as you stared out the window, observing a family of three hopping on a bus.

In fact, it wasn't too far-fetched to assume that Ying had a high opinion of you for your gardening just as Yu did this whole time, and she was indirectly telling you now. What else could possibly explain this random tangent?

…An idea promptly popped up.

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"Look, Ying, I have to go. I need to… do something."

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You immediately stood up from the couch and left to take out the sealed bag full of seeds stashed deep within the kitchen’s cupboards.

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“Do something?”

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"I'll ring you up later. We'll keep talking about this on Monday."

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All Ying did was successfully add on to your confusion for the past few minutes, sure, but maybe she also ignited a bit of inspiration in you, given what you were doing. Then, you turned and grabbed a few keys from your drawers, shoving them in the pockets of the thick coat you were about to wear.

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"Oh, I see. I’ll let you do whatever it is you want to do. And if you’d like any help, I’m one text away."

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Despite being on the other side of the phone, you could feel a misplaced cheeky grin force itself on her face. One that, as opposed to the merry and artless one from before, would absolutely look weird on someone as mature and mellow as her. Well, as mellow as she tried to be. She just couldn’t hold back around you, for some reason.

But it still seems like she caught on.

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“Break a leg out there."

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And with that, you closed the call and pocketed your phone, rushing down the flight of stairs. Only two more minutes until the specific bus you aimed for would arrive, and you did not want to miss it, that’s for sure.

Ying's little tangent was so incredibly cloying, it nearly gave you a headache by the end of it. She spoke like a mum who watched way too many soppy movies from the 90's... Well, you might've caught her recommending a few to your co-workers.

But it may have been exactly what you needed to get you on your feet. You were going to plant those seeds. And in her words, 'bring life back' to that house. You weren’t going to allow the pessimistic side of you convince you otherwise.

Now that you weren't in on call, you were free to take out one earbud and play music once more whilst you ran towards the closed gates.

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❤ฺ·。

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Winter, two and a half years ago.

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Even after a considerable amount of time had passed, Yu’s house remained just as empty as when you first visited it. ‘It’s because I moved most of my stuff to your apartment!’ he explained when you questioned him on it. But if that were the case, why were most of them blankets? Even the bloody misters he brought along were purchased from the stores situated outside of your complex.

Oh, who were you kidding? It was on par for someone like him to own only heaps of blankets and hoodies.

And even though this was your second time visiting it, the place felt lonelier than before, for some reason. The rooms felt vast, despite how tiny they really were. Mostly thanks to the echo and the lack of furniture, but that’s by the by. And that wasn’t to mention the photos strewn around the walls. More specifically, the family photos. They left an impact on you despite being few and far between.

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Across the living room was an arched doorway that led to what would’ve looked like a black hole had it not been for the sunlight. That’s where you two stopped whilst Yu was fiddling with his keys. And instead of letting yourself in, you allowed the dark patterned wall to lead you to something you probably shouldn’t have found so interesting.

Hung above the fireplace was a picture you could hardly see thanks to the dim colour scheme that blended in with the surrounding darkness. Nevertheless, you still managed to outline two specks of purple on a toddler’s eyes, surrounded by stunning green foliage and the Russian violet coat of a woman who carried him.

It was… Yu. Being held by, presumably, his mother. Or his grandmother; it was hard to tell. Who knew he looked like such a cute baby? Also, how the heck did his round cheeks morph into the slick jawline he has right now?

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“Remember how you showed me your balcony a while ago?” Yu’s voice swiftly snatched your attention, “I’d like to show you something in return.”

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“What is it?”

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He moved down the short hallway and opened a cherry door to his left, his steps muffled by the crimson carpet flooring.

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“I left a few keys in my bedroom, can you get them while I go to– uh, while I… do something?”

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He looked at you with an innocent smile, awaiting an answer. Just like the painting, his bright eyes brilliantly shimmered in the darkness. In fact, now that you’ve seen him as a baby, it became harder and harder to resist saying yes.

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“I'll be back.”

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And with that, you moved to his vacant bedroom.

Though there were bedsheets, the bed still lacked a blanket. Which, to be fair, should be expected at this point. Once you flicked the light switch, you promptly took off your shoes and stepped on the large patterned rug, nearing the dusty furniture.

Incidentally, the patterns didn’t fit his style, now that you thought about it. In fact, the entire house looked like it was decorated by someone older. Much, much older. And Yu was way too dorky to fit that criteria. But whatever.

Searching was easy at best, especially since most of the drawers on the vanity table were empty. Within a few picoseconds of opening and slamming them, you were done, and had already moved on to the closet that harboured a few hoodies at best. Where the heck was the key? ‎ ‎

“Yu, where is it?”

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You called out, your voice echoing through the house. And it took only a few seconds before he shouted his response from what seemed to be… outside?

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“On the bedside table, it should be on the right!”

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You sighed and moved to the one on the right.

But just as you pulled the drawer back, you heard a large gust of wind billow through the house. Accompanying that wind was a cold sensation that forced you to shiver as you searched.

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“What’re you doing out there, Yu?”

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The moment you slammed the drawer shut, he presumably closed the door as well and prevented the air from further entering.

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“Nothing! I’ll show you when you’re back.”

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‘When you’re back’, huh? Jeez, you weren’t sure whether he was preparing something cute or trying to stop a disaster from happening.

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“Careful. You have no idea how high my expectations are getting.”

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He responded with a barely audible chuckle, and your cold heart just about melted. Since the top was empty, you pulled back the bottom drawer instead. However, just as your eyes settled on the objects inside, your mind went blank.

A medallion glimmered under the weak lights above you. And despite the darkness, you could outline an hourglass symbol etched onto the reflective object. But that wasn’t what concerned you. What concerned you was the gun that sat right next to it.

Why was there a gun?

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“Did you find it?”

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You jumped and shut the drawer, turning to see him standing behind you.

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“Uh– no, no I haven’t.”

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“Really? I know I put it there.”

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Within a few steps, Yu already found himself right next to you, and he pulled the first drawer open, grabbing the keys that were concealed by the sharp shadows.

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“Here it is. It must’ve been the lights.”

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“I… guess it was.”

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There was a gun in the bottom drawer.

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“Are you okay? You look pale.”

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He cupped your cheek in his hand, wiping away a bead of sweat with his thumb. Just as he did that, however, you quickly broke the embrace and took a step back.

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“Yes, I’m fine. I just need some air.”

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He was surprised. That much, you could tell.

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“Oh… Okay, follow me.”

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He promptly led you outside and took a sharp turn to the right, leading you towards a section of the house you haven’t explored yet. But that didn’t concern you. Instead, you kept your eyes on the ground as you followed him, unable to control the questions that took over you. Why would there be a gun in his bedroom? Should you bring it up? And what about that medallion? It was next to the weapon…

Okay, maybe you were overthinking things. It could be some band, or something. Maybe the gun was fake. Heck, maybe you didn’t see a gun at all. Maybe you were–

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“Here, you’ll need this.”

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Your thoughts were knocked out of your head once you saw Yu grab something from the nearby wall and hold it up to you.

Turns out it was a robe. He took it from the nearby coat stand. Long and soft, its pristine beige tufts were highlighted by the sunlight. It was only once your eyes settled on the wooden double doors did you realise that he planned on taking you outside…

Oh.

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“You have a backyard?”

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“Mhm.”

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He draped the robe over you, allowing the thin yet warm material to enfold and protect you from the oncoming wave of cold. Then, he opened the door and let in even more sunlight.

You stepped out and observed the area around you. Closed off by a fence of stone, heaven itself stood before you… if it weren’t drowning in snow. Thanks to the winter season, what would’ve been a stunning tree was instead a massive dead log that barely held itself, its branches protruding outwards in a sickly manner.

You took a few steps forward as you took in the place, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs.

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“If I were you, I’d only leave this place in the winter.”

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“And let your fruit die?”

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You stopped, taking a moment to process how that related to the current conversation. And it only took a few seconds for it to click.

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“Is that your way of inviting me to plant here?”

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He shrugged innocently.

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“You said it. Not me.”

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You smiled and allowed him to pull you into a hug, your head pressing up against his chest. Despite the misapprehension that he was, ahem, ‘subtle’, he was the exact opposite.

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“Shouldn’t you build a swimming pool here? For summer…”

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“Hmm. That’s an idea.”

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He thoughtfully mumbled to himself, before something else caught your attention. The hoodie that he wore was loose, now that he had taken off his jacket and scarf. It revealed a good portion of his neck.

However, before you could point this out, he pulled away and spoke up once more.

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“I don’t like spending too much time here, to be honest. Too many… uh, memories. But maybe…” he weakly smiled, “maybe you’ll find this place more useful than I ever could.”

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With his hands in yours, you felt an unfamiliar texture on your palm. It was only when he pulled away that you realised that he had given you the two keys from the bedroom drawer.

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“These are the spare keys. You gave me yours; it’s… only fair I give you mine.”

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You stared at him in silence, the ice cold metal settling in the warm palm of your hand. But instead of feeling some sort of joy, you felt your stomach churn at the thought of the gun.

Even without said gun to cloud your mind, you had no idea how to feel about this. Should you be happy, sad, or relieved? How did he feel when you gave him your keys? It was as if you were unappreciative of anything he did, like sadness was the only thing your mind knew how to feel. And that wasn’t what you–

His hand landed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your panicked frenzy.

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“Are you okay?”

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You sighed.

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“Yu, I–”

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You were torn between asking him about the gun and admitting how you felt. Either way, it was a lose-lose dichotomy.

…

You grabbed his hand, fingers interlocked like two puzzle pieces connecting.

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“You’re cold.”

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“Hm?”

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If you were stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea, you might as well dig yourself out, right? And that’s what you did.

You pocketed the keys, then held his hand in both of yours to check his temperature. And you were right; he was starting to get cold. Very cold.

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“It– it’s not that bad, Y/N. Really. The hoodie is warm enough.”

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“Don’t start with that. You’ll get a fever.”

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A misplaced grin painted his features.

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“Really?”

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You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer.

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“Shut up and come here.”

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Yu lightly laughed as you wrapped the soft robe around him, bringing him to you to share your warmth. Of course the thought of you nursing him back to health was tempting to him. Knowing how cheesy he was, you’d have to be watchful so that he wouldn’t orchestrate something like that.

With his arm around your shoulder, you took out the keys again, sombrely observing their shape.

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otakusheep15 · 28 days

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OMG FRUITS BASJET?!

Could you do a kyo x male reader?

I have had the fattest crush on him since elementary school LMAO

Anyways could it be like reader never knew kyo could turn into a cat, so when he sees kyo turn into a cat and just instantly feels his heartstrings tug. He starts cuddling with kyo's cat from till he turns back into his human form, but reader didn't know he becomes naked when he turns back so he starts freaking out about it lol.

I'm sorry if I butcher this shit up and if my English is bad and you don't understand my point. English is my first language but I get very nervous with sending in request so I feel like I butcher shit up lol.

Hi! I am so sorry for how long it took me to answer this!! I'll make it extra long just to make up for it. Thanks for being patient! ^^

Kyo Sohma x Male Reader

Okay, so, I actually love the thought of queer relationships between the zodiac. It's always been very cute to me, plus it would save them from turning into an animal when they want affection.

Also, for these headcanons, let's just say that trans men/transmascs don't have any effect so that it stays inclusive! (I know Fruits Basket isn't the most trans-inclusive, but we're ignoring that)

Anyway, this would most likely take place before you two start dating. I doubt he'd be the type to commit to a relationship before revealing this part of himself. He's not good at this sort of thing.

So, right now, y'all are just friends. Most likely, you met at school. You're in the same class, or you met through one of his cousins/Tohru.

At first, he avoided you. It had nothing to do with you in particular - he just hates being social. Eventually, you do manage to interact with him, and he decides you're chill enough to be around. So you two become friends.

One day, you, Kyo, Tohru, and Yuki are hanging out outside of school. This is the first time you've hung out with them outside of school, so this is new territory for you. Specifically, the four of you went to the library to study for an upcoming test.

You sat in a back corner, away from everyone else. Tohru had gotten up to go grab a book, but she tripped over the leg of the chair. Kyo was sitting next to her, and he's the one she falls into. Suddenly, there's a puff of smoke, and when it clears, you see Tohru holding an orange cat, and Kyo is nowhere to be seen.

Tohru and Yuki look panicked, and you're confused. The two of them scramble to come up with some kind of explanation, but all you can think about is how adorable the cat is. You assume it's Kyo, although you couldn't explain what happened.

Tohru had put Kyo down by this point, and he walks across the table to get to you. His eyes have the same deadpan look they usually do, which is funnier in his cat form. Sensing no hostility from you, Yuki and Tohru are able to calm down a little bit, and Yuki is able to get a proper explanation out. You process only some of his words, too focused on how cute Kyo looks.

Without much thought, you scoop him up in your arms, gently holding him close. Kyo makes a startled noise, but doesn't struggle too much. Yuki looks amused as he ushers Tohru away, intent on giving you two some alone time.

Kyo asks you what you think you're doing, and you're shocked he can still speak in this form. You shyly explain that you just thought he looked cute, and your body kind of just moved on its own. You go to put him down, but he doesn't budge from your arms. It's barely audible, but you swear you heard him say something about him enjoying the embrace. You chuckle at that as you hold him tighter. If you listen closely, you can almost hear him purring softly.

Then, another puff of smoke appears. When it dissipates, you see Kyo standing in front of you, back to his regular human form. Except for the fact that he's completely naked. You turn away, flustered that you saw him in such a state. Kyo also turns around, tripping over himself as he looks for his clothes. Neither of you speak a word, and it's around this time that Yuki and Tohru make their return.

Yuki still looks amused by the situation, choosing to tease Kyo. Tohru is immediately flustered, still not used to seeing the boys after they transform back. As the boys continue fighting, Tohru comes up to you, asking if you're okay. She knows from personal experience that this kind of situation can be startling, so she wants to make sure that you're feeling alright. When you respond in the affirmative, she smiles.

Kyo and Yuki stop bickering, and Kyo is fully dressed once again. He can't quite make eye contact with you, but he does apologize for what happened, if in his own tsundere way. You laugh a bit, explaining that you're fine, just a bit shocked at what just happened. The three nod, as they can all understand how you feel.

By this point, none of you are in the mood for studying anymore, so you decide to pack up for the night. As you walk out of the library, you turn away from them, as your home is in the opposite direction of where they live. However, you feel something grab your hand, and when you turn to look, you see Kyo. He's still not making eye contact, and his face is a little red, but his grip on your hand is strong.

Quietly, he asks if he can walk you home. You're shocked, and you can hear Tohru cheering in the background as Yuki tries to silence her. After a moment to recover from the shock, you smile and him and squeeze his hand, accepting his offer. He makes eye contact with you for the first time since the incident, and you can see a small smile appear on his face. He tells the others that he'll meet them at home, and you're on the way to your house.

As you walk, Kyo explains everything in as much detail as he can. He leaves out all of his family drama, as that's a story for another day, but he does bring up his curse and how it works. You jokingly remark that he wouldn't transform with you, since you're both boys, and he laughs a bit at that. He gestures to your hands, still interlocked, and states that even holding hands with a girl would cause him to transform. That makes you laugh as well.

Soon you're back home, and he drops you off at your door. He squeezes your hand one last time before letting it go, and he asks if you'd like to hang out again, to which your agree. You do make one more sly comment about wanting to see him as a cat again, telling him that he looked oh so adorable. He groans, but it's all in good humor. He leaves, already thinking of plans for next time.

The two of you don't start dating right away. It takes more time, but this is the first major step. Also, he's willing to be more affectionate with you because he knows he won't transform. It's nothing more than hand-holding on leaning against you for right now, but when you do start dating, he gets very clingy, especially in public.

You don't get to see him transform that often since you don't cause any of his transformations, but when you do get to see it, it's always a treat. He gets so flustered when he transforms, and it worsens when he transforms back to human. You've gotten used to the nakedness after the first few times, but he never quite does, especially when you're around. It's cute.

#fruits basket #kyo sohma #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket x male reader #kyo sohma x reader #kyo sohma x male reader #tohru honda #yuki sohma #headcanons #fruits basket headcanons #fluff #fruits basket fluff #x reader #x male reader

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 3 months

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there is barley any stuff abt reaper, i was wondering if you can do reaper x fem!reader w just fluff hcs, thank you!! <3

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?

Reaper Ash x Fem! Crush! Reader Summary: romantic headcanons of Reaper getting a crush on fem! reader Warning: none Word count: 1.1k Author's note: kind of went in a different direction for these headcanons

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Reaper wasn't always interested in romance. Love has always been important to him and his life, the affection his family had for him was something he couldn't live without. But romance? Not always on his mind. He had friends that told him girls liked him, which he thought was endearing but wasn't interested in them.

It was mainly because he had better things to think about, at least that's how he puts it. Reaper has to help his family and get his schoolwork done; love wasn't primary.

Not until he met you.

It was some random day in class, it was near the end of the school year. The days had gotten warmer, and it smelled fresher because the frozen rain was finally melting. The teacher had assigned a final project on the importance of their district and the harvest every year. Many of the students were slightly disappointed it hadn't been something more interesting, but they accepted it, nonetheless.

Of course, groups were given, and he was assigned with a girl he hadn't talked to too much in class. You!

With your sudden intrusion in his life, came the odd feelings he started getting. It was odd, the effect you had on him. Each time you spoke, he couldn't hear anything else but you. And you would smile at him, and he wouldn't stop himself from smiling too because that odd feeling would get worse. Or better? Reaper couldn't pinpoint what he felt. But he knew he didn't want it to stop.

Class had ended at some point and Reaper was left with a sadness he hadn't felt, or rather disappointment...? Yeah, disappointment. You were gone and he couldn't spend time with you without seeking you out, which might have freaked you out.

Reaper had a habit of telling his friends about you and it later grew into a common occurrence. He would talk about your smile, your eyes, your voice, your kindness in particular. His friends were happy for him but would fake annoyance when Reaper would go on another tangent about your beauty and kindness. It would just make him justify his wanting for you more.

"I miss her." Reaper would say when you were gone from school, earning a groan from his friends, it having been his third time saying such a thing. You could have been gone because of sickness and he would get sad because he would be able to see you and get that sweet feeling when he would see you.

His friends would poke fun at him whenever you're near, pushing him closer or trying to call you to break the news before he was brave enough for it. Calling your name toward your group of friends, which Reaper knew you were with. Out of embarrassment, he would cover their moves and give them dirty looks for even trying such a thing.

Of course, school isn’t something you have to have every day of the year and it ended in early June. Reaper would spend most of his summer walking from work and through town, hoping he would see you amongst the large population and possibly wave to you.

The harvest months had brought most of (if not all) of District Eleven's teen population together to work, hauling baskets of fruits and vegetables to large carts from their plants. And that meant Reaper saw you again!

It was almost immediately that you started hanging out again. Mostly having been because you both usually took nearby areas to pick the apples. And at some point, you weren't seen without him, and he wasn't seen without you. Who would have thought you would gain a liking for him far beyond just platonic?

It was later in the day, having been four to five thirty PM, the citizens of Eleven were finally allowed to go home. Nearly everyone had left... except you and Reaper. He had stayed back to help you with the basket of apples you had acquired while working.

And when you sat together to rest from the heaviness of the apples, basket on the seat next to you both, a silence overtook you. It was eerie, not a horrific kind, but a kind of two who couldn't understand what to do with a new lover. But you weren't lovers... not yet, Reaper would hope.

Reaper looked down at the grass below his shoes and thought about what to do, his nerves growing as he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. His body slightly relaxed, finally getting to hold your hand, your hands that he had wished to hold for oh so long.

Reaper finally ripped his stare from the ground and to you, hoping you would do the same thing he had wanted to for so long. Your eyes were trained on his hand that held your delicately, as though he would break you if he wasn't careful enough. But you accepted the touch with affection and tightened your grasp.

Your eyes moved from his hand, finally meeting his dark eyes with a sense of hesitance. You looked at Reaper with those eyes he adored, and he couldn't help leaning in slightly, hesitating slightly at the prospect you didn't feel the same. But you leaned in too and closed the gap between you two.

Your lips met his in a soft, warm touch. At the simple, small embrace, Reaper pulled you closer, his free hand having gone to your upper back to hold you closer. His lips stayed against yours, not wanting to pull away too quickly and think you left him disappointed. No, he could never be disappointed or unsatisfied with a kiss from you. Even if you weren't experienced with this form of affection, he wasn't either! You'd just have another thing in common!

He felt his senses heighten from the closeness and the fact he got to kiss a girl he had a thing for for a while. The smell of the apple blossoms having been drowned out by your perfume. The feeling of your soft clothes under the palm of his hand on your back was so much for him.

At some point, you pulled away, whether that was because it felt like too much to continue longer or for breath, it was something you both didn't know the answer to. You looked away from him out of giddiness and not wanting to make it awkward if you stared (as if you didn't just kiss). Reaper did something similar, looking down at the ground, but with great delight.

"You love me?" You asked, breaking the silence. You look up into his dark eyes, which stared back with warmth. Your hands were stilled entwined with his, his hand having tightened out of instinct.

"Was there a reason I shouldn't have?"

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I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long omg, I've had the WORST writers block for so long. This has GOT to be OOC for Reaper but please let me live.

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“nothing more, nothing less” (pt. 1) | genshin headcanons

A series of cottagecore! au headcanons with a few of the short male Genshin characters. There might be some OOC because I wanted to try and write something happy, and because I have yet to get a grasp on some of the characters’ personalities haha

Anyway, these are just my own speculations for each character so I apologize if anything upsets you; I’m planning to write the taller Genshin men later.

Notes: gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons

Characters: Albedo, Gorou, Heizou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao

Part two: link

Albedo

Naturally, Albedo loves to paint

Anything from the flowers outside, to the fresh fruit on the table, or you, he’ll paint it

There’s a 100% chance there’s a special room dedicated to the many paintings he’s done of you

When Albedo’s running low on paint, he’ll take you to get more paint with him

He stopped getting paint from the town, as that was too long of a drive away, and resulted to using the wild berries in the backyard

With matching baskets, the two of you will spend almost a day looking for fruits to mash into paint

Only to be distracted by the wildflowers growing around

“______, do you think these will look nice on the dinner table?”

“My, what a beautiful color. I’m sure they will look lovely in our home.”

Speaking of flowers, Albedo likes to journal down anything that catches his eye

He likes researching about the many mushrooms he encounters when walking through the forest, or the shiny rocks by the lake, or the difference of leaves from one plant to another

He’ll take you on his little nature walks as well, since he doesn’t like seeing you cooped up in the house all day

“Do you see this plant, ______? Whenever I touch it, I feel an itchy sensation on my skin.”

Gorou

As we all know, Gorou is a dog, and dogs like to chase things

He likes chasing after the butterflies that fly near the marigold bushes

He likes chasing after the dragonflies that zip past the lake

He even likes chasing after the squirrels that sit on the fence

You get the gist of it, right?

Because as the Guardian of your little kingdom, Gorou will do anything to protect it

On days when he’s not busy protecting your home, the two of you will be playing in a meadow or finding food for dinner

“It’s important that we don’t forget even the most simple essentials, ______.”

In his free time, Gorou likes to sleep in the sun

He likes the feeling of the warm light touching his skin; kissing his cheeks and patting his head as he lays in its comfort

When you’re not busy, he’ll ask if you want to join him

“It’s warm today ______, let’s enjoy the warmth together.”

Heizou

In truth, the quiet atmosphere really bores him

Heizou lives for the excitement of cracking a case, but as far as he knows, there aren’t much mysteries to solve in a place that’s calmer than its waters

He spends his time inside most of the time, challenging you to a few puzzles or board games he found in the closet

“Think you’ll be able to outsmart me, _____?”

If the puzzles and board games get too repetitive, the two of you will play hide-and-seek

Being able to use clues to find your whereabouts or hints to where your next hiding spot is is something Heizou really enjoys doing

Every once in a while you two will switch roles, but Heizou prefers being the seeker rather than the hider, he likes to test your knowledge

“It seems you did outsmart me, who would have thought?”

“I’ll be the hider this time ______, but this doesn’t mean I’ll be going easy on you!”

Heizou likes to read a lot

He likes reading anything from murder mystery stories to the strange cases written from the daily newspaper

He also likes making up his own stories too

Right before bed, that’s when he’ll tell them to you

“But the frog told Mrs. Parsley that he never touched her pie! Alright ______, now who do you think was telling the truth?”

Kazuha

Kazuha is very nature-esque

He’ll be outside enjoying the sound of the birds or the buzzing of a bee

He’ll be sitting by a little pond with tiny tadpoles in it, while stroking a leaf in his hand

Kazuha likes autumn the best

Everything goes from a bright green to mellow yellows and reds

The warm tones remind him of how calming your presence is

On sunny days, sometimes you’ll see him petting the chickens or following baby ducklings back to their pond

When you’re not busy, you and Kazuha will be laying outside in the soft grass, playing with each other’s hair as the wind swirls through the air

“Today is a beautiful day, ______, but spending time with you has made it far more wonderful.”

On rainy days, Kazuha stays inside and writes poetry for you to read

In return, he’ll ask you to write him something too

“If you don’t know what to say, you can always ask me for help. Unless, you want your words to be a surprise for me.”

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is quite the sour boy

So he’ll never admit how soft he becomes when you’re around him

He really enjoys making flower crowns with you

The delicate-ness of the petals, the softness of your hands as you place the ring of flowers on his head, the scent of your freshly washed clothes, the warm feeling of your body getting too close to his…

All of it makes him weak on the knees

He thinks it’s an ugly feeling, but you think it’s funny

“Whatever, I never wanted to make stupid flower crowns with you anyway.”

You recently introduced Scaramouche to flower pressing

He called your idea dumb, but every once in a while he’ll be outside picking flowers so he can make pretty flower bookmarks for you

When you ask him what he’s doing outside for so long, he’ll turn away and ask you why you were stalking him

“It’s not nice to spy on people, ______.”

Venti

Venti loves apples as much as he loves wine, but he loves you even more

Of course he’s taking you apple picking

The feeling of the wind and the rustling of the tree leaves, that’s when the best apples are ready to be picked

“Ooh, there’s so many things we can make together! Cider, pie, cake, and they can all be apple flavored, hehe!”

Venti’s passion for wine and apples is so strong, sometimes he forgets you’re in his life too

“Don’t worry, ______, I still love you! Besides, nothing compares to the sweetness of your smile~”

As a musician, of course, Venti likes to write songs for you

Or he’ll be humming a random tune while sitting with you on the porch swing

It’s not often this happens, but when Venti’s in the mood he’ll go sing to the animals outside

You thought it was weird, because every time, they’d end up scared and would run away

But he told you it was just practice before he’d preform his songs in front of you

“As you know, practice makes perfect! Now stop peeking! You’ll get to hear the song later.”

Xiao

Xiao is a quiet person

He enjoys the silent atmosphere a lot

It’s the first time in his life he’s felt so at ease with himself

Though, he prefers when the sun isn’t out

Gazing up at the stars makes him feel tiny, but seeing you by his side makes him feel less intimidated

He likes the cold feeling of the wind brushing through his hair as he rests his head on your shoulder

“I wish I could stay like this with you forever, ______.”

But there’s something else that comes out at night

At first, he thought it was a fly

It was tiny and brown, and it made an annoying buzzing noise

Until he tried to swat it away

A bright green glow emerged from it, and then, as if on cue, a whole blanket of bright green covered the once dark colored floor

They were fireflies

They danced around him, welcoming him and you into the night

He’s never seen anything like them, no

But they were bright, like you

Now, every night, Xiao takes you outside to see the fireflies before going to bed

“Come with me, there’s something I want you to see.”

I kinda wish I wrote more but it’s like 6 am and I have slept yet so I hope you enjoy these!! ❤️

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Your HC on Brick and Bubbles? <3 what is their relationship like? And most especially why do you ship them ?

RAAAAAAAAH!!!! omg, I've been waiting for an ask like a lil puppy!!!! OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTIONNNNNNN! Okay, headcanons on the Puppy Love ship, let's go!!!

this one's a long one

So first, a rundown on my headcanons for Brick and Bubbles:

Bubbles first. I think Bubbles has a much more mature outlook on good and bad than her sisters do. Don't let her ditzy attitude fool you. Bubbles sometimes she is less smart than she actually is just for jokes. "Okay, but why did I think that bush was actually the Professor but in drag". But really, she understands the moral grey that the world actually is. Life isn't just Good vs. Bad, and Bubbles knows that and lets that insight inform all of her superhero fights.

She never stops being sensitive, and instead of going with the "this hardens her later in life route", I went with the "she is actually more frustrated with her inability to harden" route. She wants to be tough and unfeeling often, especially because the emotions she feels continue to be strong and intense and absolutely devastating. Unfortunately, she just can't stop the intensity. Maybe it's because when she feels happy, she feels that joy so intensely, that it's like, why would she want to harden? Like such intense happiness that she looks back at the sadness cringing. As if she can't imagine being that sad. But of course, the sadness always comes back. I never really liked it when people took away her joy as she got older and acted like that was just a normal part of life. Like as an adult myself, sure I'm not as carefree and as hyper as I was when I was a kid, but I would still be considered a bubbly person now even though my life isn't that great. And don't think shitty things just never happened to me either.

Brick, on the other hand, is a hard cynic who hates everything except maybe himself. He is mostly stupid, but he thinks he's the smartest guy in the room. And he hates when people point out when he's wrong (which is why he hates most people, except for his yes-man Butch). I say mostly because the bitch can't spell and he just be spewing bullshit sometimes. But smart in other ways; he is resourceful, keeps up with the news, is somehow in the know for a lot of things, is quick-witted, and is great at improvising whether it's with fighting or in day-to-day life. These skills often save him from ever going to jail.

Also, I HC that Brick essentially emancipates himself AND his brothers from their dads without really asking his bros. His thought was that his dads are just- way too much. And because of his personality, he just hates having to report to an authority above him, like get off my back old man! He essentially raises his brothers, including influencing their humor, music, and values. Part of his relationship with his brothers is an ego thing. He loves being the leader and using his brothers to make himself look better. But another part of it is that he genuinely loves his brothers. And he realizes this way too late (realized when his bros were moving on from needing him). And it fucks him up. And that pushes him to be a better person actually.

OK SO THE RELATIONSHIP:

I FUCKING LOVE THEIR ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP MAN. Like listen, as much as I love to shit on Brick, he is still a suave dude. Like the dude knows how to flirt and he's super quick with it, just great timing with shit. Sometimes it genuinely creates butterflies in Bubbles' stomach, other times she lets it completely go over her head. One, because it's funny, and two, because she kinda wants to be unassuming sometimes:

"So do you just jump around often, or are you just happy to see me"

"Oh I'm just giddy because Fruits Basket is FINALLY rebooting after like a million years, but it's nice seeing you to Brick :)."

"Oh... Fruits Basket."

Bubbles isn't a master of flirting, but people fall in love with her constantly. Like Bubbles so so SO effortlessly gets people to love her and she doesn't need to be perfect like Blossom or a badass like Buttercup. She is just so endearing and fun to be around that she attracts people with ease. Brick is just another guy who likes her basically. So he needs to work to prove to her that he is the one, and not those other nobodies.

And because of his cynical nature, he expects that the longer he knows her, he's going to uncover just the underlying sinister nature behind her bubbly persona, but he never does. Bubbles is through and through a good person who is mostly consistent in her philosophies and is just a genuinely sincere person. And she works hard to be good and she sticks by it. Brick respects the consistency and standing up for her shit. Bubbles is one of the few people who convinces Brick's stubborn mind. And it's not because of her feminine wiles, but rather because Bubbles' consistency to be good and the merit to her nuanced arguments are what gets through to him. Bubbles is also a great person to concede to because she will NEVER make you feel bad for losing an argument to her. She makes him feel heard and understood before she disagrees. So when they fight, they often deescalate it before it escalates much. Really the issue for them is how fucking long it takes for Brick to finally be ready for being in a relationship with Bubbles. But when they do, it is really nice.

I see them as huuuuge tumblr-fandom nerds. They both have had homestuck phases that they try to forget. Brick will interpret characters in veeery particular ways and gets pretty peeved about different interpretations. Bubbles is that super open-minded person who is so kind and carefree that honestly you don't mind that some of their interpretations are absolutely heinous. Bubbles (pre-relationship) would also constantly compare him and her with other characters with culpable romantic tension and that imports thoughts into Brick's head.

Once Bubbles likes someone, she is like suuuuper romantic. Doodling hearts next to Brick's name. Doodling his face everywhere. Capturing a unique beauty in odd profiles of Brick's. And like just imagine Brick sees them. These aren't idealizing him or making him look like a model, but rather capture the flaws and make them beautiful in an artistic and vulnerable way. Maybe at first Brick is like caught back, like smug, like haha ur drawing me so u liiiike me, but then he's like hold on, these are like, really good. See I am also a sucker for Brick enjoying art. The portraits would evoke something in him, he'd feel the intimacy of being drawn in such a loving way. (or maybe I'm just being self indulgent haha).

Brick and Bubbles go out a lot. Brick always takes her to secret spots, and somehow he always knows where the best Italian or the best Chinese food is, and they're always these underground spots. They are also both social butterflies and will often make conversation with strangers. They meet people who are complete characters and it makes for great stories. Entertainment for Brick and new friends for Bubbles! Another thing, Bubbles and Brick are just pretty funny together. Like Bubbles is so fucking silly and Brick is silly but in a very different way. Sometimes Brick is Bubbles' straightman and other times Bubbles is his.

Running on fumes,,, why I ship it:

Because I ship Blossutch and Boomercup,,,jk kinda. Honestly, I blame the Bubble Boy episode. From how Bubbles was able to decieve them so long, only to blow her cover by doing something so hardcore that even Boomer wouldn't do it? That earned Brick's respect for sure. AND THE FACT BUTCH THREW UP??? SCAB BOY???? Yeah, that surely got her brownie points. So from this, I created the headcanon that Brick holds some respect for her and genuinely refuses to underestimate her because shit was fucking metal. And Bubbles is CONSTANTLY underestimated by everybody else (see the fucking Hardcore episode) and she faces this obstacle all the time especially because of my body headcanons (short and a lil chubby). So when a guy like Brick actually sees her as a fucking threat, it feels nice. And they're funny together. Big plus.

#steaki speaks #I HIT THE FUCKING WORD LIMIT WTF #fuck u tumblr #ppg #bubbles x brick #brick x bubbles #brickxbubbles #bubblesxbrick #brickubbles

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Mina Sohma was next up on my Fruits Basket Another headcanons but I wanted to give a teensy bit of backstory onto who I think her other parent is first so... new one-shot dropping today

#anime #fruits basket #momiji sohma #Mina sohma #fruits basket another #fruits basket headcanons

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 6 months

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NSFW headcanons for sherliam?

Some of these show up repeatedly in my fics, but I'll try to think of a couple new ones off the cuff to keep it interesting lol.

Sherlock is just a teensy bit masochistic. Like very mildly, bordering on vanilla. He likes having his hair pulled or being bitten.

Which is convenient, because William is a habitual biter and hair-puller

Sherlock really loves giving blowjobs. I think this headcanon probably came from the old stereotype (?) about smokers and oral fixations, and now I have to fight with him every time I want him to do literally anything else in my spicier fics.

My headcanons for their levels of previous experience vary day to day, but at the moment I think neither had partnered sex before each other, but Sherlock has always been a "jerk off once a day" kinda guy (the endorphins are just another kind of high) and William was some kinda Xie-Lian-esque monk who just recited his own weird little theatre kid mantras to himself whenever he got hard and practically willed himself into semi-impotence because damn it, he had important things to do and boners were a waste of time. (Then Sherlock came along and absolutely destroyed this carefully developed system.)

They definitely do endearingly cringe little power play games, all "Mwahaha! I've captured you now, Sherlock Holmes. How will you convince the Lord of Crime to let you go?" and so forth. Liam has to let the theatre kid out somewhere. They're both very horny about it.

Liam likes delayed gratification. Likes to spend days building up the tension, teasing with little kisses and looks and brushing touches. Letting the want build. Sherlock "hates" this right up until he gets to enjoy the explosive results, at which point he's determined never to complain about the process again (right up until the next time, when he immediately starts complaining about the process again.)

The first time Sherlock saw Liam dressed down for a case -- open collar, sleeves rolled up, etc etc -- he popped a boner.

The same thing happened to Liam the first time he saw Sherlock dressed up.

Not really NSFW, but they really really like kissing. Like so much so that they sometimes get distracted halfway through the build-up to sex and just keep kissing instead.

Though their romance is blindingly obvious to everyone around them, they're actually quite private about their sex life. They'll smile indulgently through a bit of good-natured teasing, but neither of them are inclined to share any details even with their closest friends.

Neither of them are very loud during sex. They're talkers, but not much for making noise. William does swear in bed, which Sherlock is delighted by.

They discover in conversation much much later that the first time they each gave in to fantasy and got off thinking about each other was the same night (it was definitely the night after The Two Detectives lmao)

Billy is to some degree the exception to them not talking much about their sex life, if only because they spent too much of their honeymoon phase sharing tents and train compartments and inn rooms with him because the bosses had no reason to write off extra space. They got used to telling him pretty bluntly to scram for an hour or two (and compensated him with fruit baskets and having his pick of which tasks he wanted on assorted missions).

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherliam #asks

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons about kaeya meeting a female reader from another (fantasy) world that makes him believe in the concept of "soulmates"

How would she be like? And what powers does she have?

Hello!! This is a little shorter since I wanted to keep it pretty general BUT the way that this is basically how I came up with the premise of Sinner(')s Desire so Im :DD but yea - i didnt wanna give too many details as it is a reader insert i didnt wanna!! make it too specific but i hope you like it nonethelss!!

I think Kaeya approaches everything with a healthy dose of skepticism. He's sure you're right and you're at least not from Mondstat but that doesn't automatically point towards you being from another world entirely!

You always behave a little differently towards him than the others, your hesitance to get close to people seeming not as severe when you see Kaeya. He can see how you relax a little, delve a little more into your life, and even though he doesn't quite believe you right now, that doesn't mean he's completely writing you off.

At first, he thinks he needs to keep an eye out for safety. You're clearly at least a security threat, or could be if you are from another world. But, you're always trying not to be. He finds the way you do your best not to be intrusive and dance around anything that could possibly incriminate you both suspicious and endearing. You're trying not to set off his concern, but inadvertently doing so by being too cautious.

It's not until you shyly invite him out on a date. Just over to Windrise. He guesses it's not the worst place he could go - after all, Knights patrol the area regularly and it's close enough to the main city that were anything to happen he should hopefully not be put out. He's ignoring the fact that you asking him out makes his heart flutter, getting dressed for the occasion with a bit of a shake in his hands.

"Thanks for meeting me here," you say shyly, already having set out a blanket with food for a picnic.

"Of course but I wonder why you didn't just come with me? I'd be more than happy to escort you."

He sits down next to you, noticing that you've done your best to pick foods he might like. You nervously begin unwrapping something from the basket and take a bite, laughing a little.

"Well, I know you don't quite believe me and I didn't want to scare you off or make you think I would hurt you. I really like you after all."

Kaeya chuckles lightly, shaking his head just a bit.

"And why is that? We barely know each other and..."

He stops, noticing the grass around you begin to glow with small lights. He doesn't think lamp grass should be out here, not in this volume and when he looks back to your face the lights go out immediately. You turn away, trying to avert his gaze.

"Sorry! My magic has been acting strangely since I got here. I'm not sure how to get it under control but since it's linked to my emotions I think I just need to try and calm down."

You fiddle with your fingers, the lights returning but this time dimmer. Now, it washes over the blanket gently, reminding him more of fireflies floating around.

"Do you miss home?" he asks after a while, not expecting you to shake your head.

"At times, but I know I was brought here for a reason."

He's not sure what you're trying to imply, wanting to interrogate you further before pausing. He takes in the scenery around him, how at peace he feels in your presence and the cute look on your face as you try to cut some fruit neatly for him to eat. It makes something in him want to get to know you better, in a more genuine way, so lost in his thoughts he almost misses the faint string of light connecting your wrists.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic

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youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff · 6 months

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Chuuya had a months long mission in another country but the problem is that he got a cat recently ( he found a kitten who was near deathdoor on one of his mission and take him home) , the others at the PM are all busy even Verlaine so it's dazai who is charged with babysitting the cat to Fukuzawa delight when he start bringing a cat in the office and kunikuda disaproval ( he didn't like it at first because he though that it was a distraction ( and he is to be fair especially with dazai being a little shit ( affectionate) and using him to mess with kunikuda).

The ADA all bond and take care of the cat .

and the cat become instanly attached to atsushi ( like him being a cat magnet like Kyo in fruit basket) and bonding with haruno cat ( natsume) , especially imagine dazai bringing catnipe and the three of them getting high.

Tanizaki also get along really well with him ( i Can see him creating illusion to play with the cat like a laser pointer with his illusion.

( i've read that IRL tanizaki was a cat lover and he wrote a Book about a weak willed man who adore his cat lilly more than anyone else so i headcanon tanizaki of loving cat).

which make naomi a little jealous of all the attention that he gave him till the cat start approaching her and he's adorable , she got especially jealous when he became immerssed in a cat lover rivalry with fukuzawa ( and even dazai join them sometimes they play dirty) .

And then they're ranpo who have a rivalry with the cat because he detect each of his sweet , he try to hide them and the cat would found them all .

#Armed detective agency #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #bsd skk #soukoku #bsd tanizaki #bsd fukuzawa #bsd ranpo

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findusinaweek · 6 months

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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]

tagged by @whereforartthoumisthios

How many works do you have on AO3? I have twelve.

What is your AO3 word count? 13,995.

What fandoms do you write for? Assassin's Creed Odyssey, Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator, Attack on Titan, Stranger Things, Borderlands, and I am very slowly writing a Stardew Valley story, but who knows if I'll ever finish it. I wrote Fruits Basket fics on FF.net.

What are your top five fics by kudos? A Night On The Adrestia, Home Is Where The Heart Is, Might Just Say It Tonight, Braid, My Father Understands the Demons I Wrestle In My Daydreams.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, because it makes me happy seeing them and I hope the readers know that?

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Come, ____, My Daughter.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm realizing that the 4 fics I wrote with happy-ish endings don't really set anything in stone? I am not good at happy endings. I think when a happy ending is very definite I just find some reason to be displeased. If it's like "things are ok, and we will continue to be happy for now", I can believe that. Might Just Say It Tonight ends with the implication that there is going to be a proposal.

Do you get hate on fics? No.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! Queer. Oral-heavy.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't really like most crossovers so I haven't written one yet. I think if I ever do it'd be a Portal one? I don't know, just seems likely.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? There is a Akigure fic on FF.net that I think is one of mine, stolen, from about 10 years ago. But I can't be sure and I honestly just don't remember enough to know if it's mine?? Honestly, I kind of think that's funny.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No, but that kind of sounds fun? I think my headcanons don't quite match up with others though.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Ok, for all time, it's Akigure. They're just so bad for each other! They are terrible people! I love them.

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? OH. There are at least 5 but I'm so bad at working on them lately.

What are your writing strengths? I hope I am good at writing introspection and surrounding details. I want to know what my characters are thinking and I want to know what their senses are telling them. Writing very short stories.

What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue. Actually writing. Writing anything more than 1000 words.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've written some portuguese, but my grammar is bad so I'm very limited by that.

First fandom you wrote for? Fruits Basket.

Favourite fic you've ever written? Sunday Morning. It's not out. It's the morning after chapter of modern au Alexidas fic where Brasidas owns a restaurant.

Tagging, if you feel up to it, @brasideios, @stressfulsloth, @onionjuggler, @two-hands-toward-the-sun (I know we are not mutuals but I hope you don't mind me treating you as one).

#tag game #fic writing

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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Could you write headcanons of yandere Light Yagami with a darling who doesnt support Kira and isnt easily manipulated?

I love your writing btw and im so happy your requests are open again!

I'm on the last season of Fruits Basket!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, sabotage, isolation, use of the death note, death

No supporter nor easily manipulated

✍️Light is careful to mask the shock and irritation he feels when he finds out that his darling is no supporter of Kira, no supporter of him. He has a god complex and wants to be worshipped, especially from his darling. He's already envisioned it, you know? How the whole world will kneel down before him and how you will be directly by his side. Too twisted to ever see his actions as wrong, he's honestly a bit flabbergasted and even mad that you don't seem to realize the bigger picture. Kira intends to create a safe world where good people can live a perfect life.

✍️You most likely never see how he really feels when he meets you in school since you're still unaware that Light and Kira are the same person. So even if you are as of now no supporter of Kira, Light uses your unawareness to his advantage to at least get closer to you. He wants to know what exactly makes you go against Kira's vision without being too obvious so you don't get suspicious. He most likely brings it up casually in chats you two have or when yet another criminal has died via a heart attack since Kira is instantly talked about. It's hard to go through the day without hearing about Kira at least once, be that in school, radio or TV. Light pretends to have a neutral opinion for now so you don't end up avoiding him, occasionally agreeing with you about your opinions about Kira so he gains your trust at least a bit.

✍️He can't risk to ask you too much though so he resorts to stalking you to find out more. Mixes himself under your friend circle every once in a while where he casually throws in questions about what you told them about Kira before changing the topic. Light gets closer to you over the course of months, often engages you in conversations he knows you feel compassionate about and starts hanging out more around you by befriending a few of your friends. Any struggles you have in certain subjects end often with him inviting you over to give you a small private lesson which he insists is free since you two are friends. He keeps you around him as often as he can without appearing too clingy for now.

✍️You find yourself gradually surrounded by media and people who worships Kira or point out facts that make him appear in a more positive light. Victims who thank him for finally killing culprits and how the crime rate sinks drastically for example. Surely you must see that Kira only acts in the interest of the innocent citizens worldwide yet it doesn't do anything to brighten up your opinion. You hold onto your opinion that someone like Kira, someone with the power to kill, shouldn't exist and that you stand by that opinion. Light's mood worsens together with your insistence to not support someone who kills and is celebrated as the hero by many people. There is a dark glint in his eyes when he's alone at home and sits in front of his Death Note whilst Ryuk has the time of his life laughing over his demise.

✍️Light's methods turn more ruthless as he starts kicking out people from your closer surroundings who share your opinion as they are labeled as a bad influence. If you don't have anyone to talk about with your opinion, you'll surely end up feeling at one point alone. Other friends of yours are gradually manipulated into sharing Kira's ideals if some of them aren't already in secret. The male will end up causing a rift between even his supporters and you, an argument involving Kira as your opinion and those of your friends heavily crash if the knowledge that they support a murderer isn't enough for you. In the end only Light will stay then and be there to comfort you after everything that happened to you.

✍️He continues to play the role as the one who supports your opinion about Kira, ends up lacing his words with poison that end as doubt in your mind and heart around others. Who knows what they really think about Kira? After the most recent events you become more unwilling to interact with others as you stay rather close to Light since you and your friends still hold a grudge against each other and others simply don't seem to have as much time anymore. Your loneliness is shamelessly explored in order to get even closer to you.

✍️If everything else fails, Light will without a doubt resort to using the Death Note to change your mind as he uses a petty criminal to attack you or someone you hold close to your heart. Only for the culprit to die moments before they can harm your loved one, the cause of death being a heart attack. When he sees you the next time, shaken up over what recently happened, he plays instantly the role of the worried friend as he seemingly fusses over you. Surely you can't think of Kira as plainly a common killer anymore, not if you know deep down that it was most likely him who saved your loved one from dying. He probably enjoys your exasperation and despair as you can't help but wonder what could have happened if Kira wouldn't have been there. You would have lost someone you cherish and that frightens you.

✍️Light is sure to not let you forget that event after, though he does it in a way subtle enough for you to not get angry at him. Just enough to torment you a bit that you have to be grateful to Kira for saving someone you love so much. When he visits your family, he's eager to observe their reactions as well and he will definitely end up manipulating them into viewing Kira in a better life after this accident. If your own family is thankful for what Kira has done, you'll surely have even more pressure on your shoulders if even your own parents and siblings you might have see Kira as not as horrible anymore. Light might even be as cruel and put you personally into the victim situation, chased down by someone and terrified for your life only for the person to collapse, only injuring you mildly but leaving you traumatized nevertheless.

✍️If you start cracking Light will be ruthless as your inner conflict grows. On the one hand you are against Kira but with the knowledge that he saved you personally, there is a sense of gratitude you can't erase. He stays by your side and offers you support during your hard times whilst only feeding you more with his sweet and venomous lies manipulation. If your resolve starts to waver, he'll jump at the chance to break your wallk completely before you have the time to emotionally recover. If you manage to stay true to your opinion, despite being shaken by every storm caused by him, Light grows more and more irritated as well as angered.

✍️As long as he stays close to you as Light Yagami, everything seems on the surface normal though. The very minimum he can do for now is at least guaranteeing that you gain feelings for him since he has already succeeded in isolating you more from your friends. He'll solve the problem sooner or later though since he expects you to follow along with his principles and his belief. The latest you will be forced to support and obey him is when he reveals himself as Kira to you and threatens you to kill everyone you ever loved if you plan to run away from him, even threatening your own life.

#yandere death note #yandere light #yandere light yagami

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