#i have small fists but im not afraid to use them

[evilvvithin]

Jacob Seed 1/∞

#jacob seed #far cry 5 #fc5edit #dailygaming #fc5 #far cry #farcryedit #istg if i hear one more person call this teddy bear ugly #i have small fists but im not afraid to use them #*fc5 #*jacob #tagging ori cuz yk ur u/n #userorion #if you dont wanna be tagged in these lmk #vgedit #virtual photography #my edits

[aster-wires]

high tension scenarios w/ the twst boys

starring: Jack Howl and Azul Ashengrotto

authors notes: first time writing in like a year !! im gonna be writing more for twst, so if you see this feel free to request something. ill be setting up more rules later, so for now i hope you enjoy :D (also the formatting took forever please) 

Jack Howl ○ The Virtuous Protector

Patching them up while they seem to get flustered by the minute.

“And how did this happen again?” You sighed, taking out your first aid kit. Jack sat awkwardly at the foot of your bed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Got ‘nto a fight with some of my dorm members. It’s nothing serious.” He murmured. He took off his black vest for easier access to his wounds, but your eyes were more focused looking up and down his muscular arms. Snapping out of your small trance, you sighed as you began to disinfect the cuts and scrapes of the fight.

This was somewhat of a weekly routine by now. He’d come in with few injuries and the occasional bruise, but never anything awful. You never pushed the subject as to why he’s been getting into more fights recently, but that’s partly because you never really minded patching him up.

Besides, he’d rather sit on one of his cacti than admit that he’s been fighting for you. A few of his dorm members decided to talk shit about you in front of him, and he wouldn’t just let that slide on their part.

You two quietly for the most part. Jack looked away when you started to bandage his forearms, letting out a small hiss when you applied some alcohol onto the wound. Deciding to take a quick look back at you, he smiled softly at your furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

“All done!” You smiled, finishing wrapping up the gauze around his knuckles. Taking a look at the wolf beast-man, you saw him staring back with a light blush. Clenching his fist, he turned his head to the side bashfully.

“What’s wrong? Do you have a fever?” You asked, peering around him to press a hand to his forehead. As soon as you got a good look at his bright red face, you could see his ears flattened atop of his head. His tail was almost moving at mach 10 speeds, as he took his other hand to try and slow it down as best as he could.

“You just…” Taking your hand off of his forehead, he held it loosely in his palm; gently, as if he was afraid to scrape you up himself.

“Nevermind. Thank you for always–”

“Taking care of you?”

“That’s not what I meant.” His hands were wrapped in the gauze you applied; rough, yet softer than people think it is. A bit like Jack in a way, you guess.

“Alright, just no more fights for a while. You’re using up my entire bandaid supply.” He smiled at that, unable to stop the furious wagging of his tail again. But he didn’t mind it so much this time.

Azul Ashengrotto ○ The Benevolent Sea Witch

Doing eyeliner when their face is inches away from yours.

"I don’t know why I agreed to this."

And yet here he was, sitting cross-legged in front of you while you were dipping the brush back into the bottle for more of the liquid substance. Letting out a small exhale at the notion, you began to softly press the tool just below his waterline.

Sure, you were focused on making sure that you don’t accidentally poke your friend’s eye out, but you’d be lying if you said that was all you were focused on.

“I mean, I don’t know why you need eyeliner when your eyes are already so mesmerizing.” You teased, leaning in a little closer to add some more liner in the innermost corners of his eye.

He tensed up at the statement, wanting to pull away and look to the side so that his hair could cover up any small smile that threatened his cool, composed behavior. But with a firm grip on his cheeks, you stopped him from moving away. (And stopped him from messing up all his liner.)

Moving onto the other eye, you decided to continue to tease the poor boy. Think of it as payback for all the times he’s left you speechless with his words.

“Oh I’m sorry, should I have said hypnotizing instead? Or maybe alluring? I mean–”

"Stop it."

He breathed out, the skin of his face was getting warmer by the second the more you held it. You chuckled, having way too much fun flustering him.

Azul, on the other hand, was tempted to hide in his octopot forever.

Deciding that’s enough teasing for one day, you two fell into a comfortable silence as the blush on his face slowly dimmed, but his eyes stayed as sharp as ever.

"Can you hurry up? I have a client I’m meeting later today." He grimaced at the thought of having to leave you so soon, but he has a responsibility of helping those dumb- I mean, poor unfortunate souls.

“Sure thing, hun.”

Yeah. He was really regretting agreeing to this.

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jack howl x reader #jack howl #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto

[ihavemanyhusbands]

The song "I think I need someone older" keeps playing in my head when I think of either Hannibal or Duncan 🫠

The brain rot is getting worse im afraid 💀older fictional men just are ughh it's like crack

Perhaps a Hannibal or Duncan x reader with age gap and some angst but then fluff??? 🙏🏻

Thinking along the lines of they're out together. Doing some basic life stuff and some guy around readers age is like "oh you out with your dad?" But I think tho it would piss them off they would handle it differently. Could see Duncan breaking his nose

Hope your having a wonderful day ♡

~ 🔮

I changed a small detail but i hope you like it hehe

I hope you are too ❤️

(Cw: mild violence)

———

Duncan saw the guy pestering you as soon as he emerged from another aisle. You were tense, clearly trying to keep your distance as you picked some produce.

“Come on, what’s the big idea? I’m just giving you a compliment,” the creep was saying.

“Like I said, not interested,” you said, tone firm.

“Don’t be such a bi—”

At that moment, Duncan approached, staring him down.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, standing close to you.

“What’s it to you, old man? You her dad or something?” The creep scoffed, looking him up and down. “Why don’t you leave us alone and then we can properly meet when I’m your son in law?”

Duncan took a step forward, furious, fists balled at his sides. But before he could even swing, you turned towards the creep and kneed him hard in the groin.

He let out a pained yowl, bending forward as his hands flew to his crotch. “You fucking bitch!”

“That’s twice you’ve called me that. You’re lucky that’s all I did,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Come on, honey. Someone else can take care of the trash.”

Duncan had a surprised and amused look on his face, but he slid his arm over your shoulders as he guided you away.

“I taught you well,” he said proudly.

You smiled, tilting your chin up. “Of course, you know I can take care of myself, too.”

“I never doubted it for a single second.”

——-

#🔮 anon #duncan vizla x reader #the black kaiser x reader #polar fanfiction #minors dni

[lunathebee]

Hi Luna 🌙✨ I was wondering if I could request the moon boys standing up for the reader after someone insulted her? Please and thank you <3

THE MOON BOYS STANDING UP FOR Y/N AFTER SHE GOT INSULTED

Warning: cursed word, over-protective moon boys

A/n: ty for sending in a rq 💞 This is interesting hmmm, and I'm sorry if it kinda turn into a reaction thingy 🌚🌚

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

If the insult is more like mocking, he will point at that person and be like, "Oi, that's not quite nice of you to say that, innit?".

If that person just straight up insults you, he will get angry and yell at them.

I don't understand where y'all get the idea that Steven is just a small, innocent bean.

He can scare off anybody just as well as the other moon boys.

"HEY! Are you saying that to Y/n? You think that's funny?-"

"Steven, it's not worth it."

Just drag him out of it Y/n, I trust you, you can do that.

Steven would still be so mad tho, he usually comes back with a sassy answer if the victim is himself, but if it's you, he won't allow that.

He'll also comfort you afterwards because he's afraid you'll overthink it.

"Love, you shouldn't think too much about that nonesense; it's not true!"

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

He thinks he misheard it at first.

Who does this dude standing here think he is? God?.

"Are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Marc said, his eyes darkened, but the guy kept being cocky.

"So what? I'm just saying what is true."

That would be Marc's final straw; he's done being a nice guy.

"You sound of a bitch" Marc muttered the sentence before gripping that man's collar and pushing him up near the closet wall.

"MARC DON'T-" (Here we see Y/n trying her best to convince Marc but failing)

"You think you're the shit, huh? You think you can just go around saying that?"

Oh lawd Marc 🫣🫣

He's very serious, and if that man doesn't say sorry to you, he might just as well use his fist to get to the point.

IM SORRY but that's how I imagine Marc would react; he's not scared to get his hands dirty.

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

Ummm.....do I even need to say???

Jake is like a dark, glooming bear that always follows you, and he's only left to buy a pack of cigarettes for 5 minutes.

How in the world is it that when he comes back, someone is already yelling insults at you??

He cursed in Spanish seeing that

We already know Marc is violent, but JAKE?

Chile... anyway so

He would pretend to let it go shortly after and tell Y/n "Let's go home."

But of course he lied.

"Oh, I forgot I have to meet up with some of my friends, would you mind going home alone?"

"No it's fine, I can go back alone" Y/n can't seems to noticed anything strange.

"Good girl"

AhEM, so when Jake is sure you're far gone, he will track down the person who insulted you.

"Do you mind having a little chat somewhere else? Just you and me?".

""Woah woah dude, I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You WILL" Jake then drag that person into a small alley to teach them a lesson.

I'm saying his reaction would be similar to Marc, the only difference is that he doesn't fight in front of YOU

#steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon #moon knight imagine #the moon boys #the moon boys x reader

[stiffyck]

okey im back with the Scar bit of whatever the thing is I came up with :D

(Note: Grian is an Avian, and Scar is a Vex who obtained his magic during the ConVex arc alongside Cub. Scar uses small Vex wings and magic and general, as well as a cane to be able to walk, and relies on his wheelchair on bad days (due to the Vex magic, Grian's watcher magic didnt work on him - different types of magic balance each other out). also, I havent worked this bit out as much as Grian's, so sorry for inconveniences! ^^")

Btw, I forgot to add that Grian didnt mention his worries to his friends because he is afraid they might get suspicious that there was something inbetween seasons, and he doesnt want them to remember 3rd life. The watchers will pay for what they've done to his friends.

Scar also wakes up. he is a little further away from the village at spawn, and can only hear their voices from very far away, laughing and happily chatting. He remembers everything. he still sees Grian hunched over him in the cactus ring, the blonde's fists bloody and sandy. And he knows it wasnt a dream, because the explosion scar from when he had lost his 1st life burns like hell. He is sure that everyone remembers as well, and hates himself for the fact that everyone else has apparently already come over the betrayal and murder. everyone has, except for him. when he tries to get up, his body is still weak. (In 3rd life, he didnt need to rely on his cane nor a wheelchair and also didnt have vex magic - the watcher's work) Now, all of the exhaustion comes crashing down on him, and he his too drained, both physically and mentally, to either get up and go to the others, or call for help. Because who would want to help him anyway after all the crimes he had committed in the games? Surely nobody would want to have him as a burden after they had all seen what Grian had to go through in the last two months. he doesnt want to call for help, although he really should. And he knows that.

(It's up to you if you want to give our pretty boi a lil bit of comfort or let him suffer alone through the night. suffer though zombies, potentially. or if he gets the comfort he deserves, from Grian, who is looking for him. I'm thinking of putting a smidge of shipping in there, and if u dont mind, I'll throw their relationship in another ask) :)

AMDMFKDJDJSNS OH M YGODDD YES SCAR GETS COMFORT BECAUSE I LOVEBCOMFORT SBDJDJDLS

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #grian #gtws angst #au rambles

[miracana]

*some of the guilds boys ( natsu, gray, gajeel, fried, warren ,alzack elf man, wakaba , jet and droy ) are having a little … get together. They’re all totally wasted and are on a “man’s only” camping trip ( as said by elf man, gajeel and jet ). They’re sat around a large campfire made by natsu himself and are drinking straight out of barrels.

Gray “HEY WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING WITH THAT BARREL NATSU YOU ALMOST KNOCKED OUT WARREN WITH IT”

Natsu “HEY SHUT UP YOU SNOW MAN ILL TAKE MY BARREL WHEREVER THE HELL I WANT TOO!!”

They both argue.

* a small handful of the guilds girls ( juvia, lucy, levi, cana, and bisca) over heard about this little get together the guys planned and decided to go on a little trip of their own… a spying trip. Currently they are making there journey through the East forest in an attempt to find the camp their guild mates have set up.

Juvia “now right as they set off I saw them all go into the forest in this direction so they must’ve set camp ahead”

Levi “yeah their plan for not getting lost was to ‘stick to the same direction they entered the forest in’ so juvias right they wouldn’t make any turns”

Cana “I must say stalking this trip is giving me quite the thrill”

Bisca “I think we should probably give this a different label, ‘stalking’ seems a little much”

Cana “Well that’s exactly what we’re doing is it not?”

Lucy “I suppose”

Juvia “I am not STALKING my darling gray, I’m simply making sure he get up to no trouble whilst on this trip. I need to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere near a person of the opposite gender, I need to track his every move, EVEN IF HE THINKS IM NOT AROUND I WILL ALWAYS BE THEIR BESIDE HIM!!”

Lucy “yep that’s stalker behaviour alright”

Juvia “WHAT DID YOU SAY”

Lucy “AHH IM SORRY IM SORRY DONT KILL ME”

Levi “hey how come Erza isn’t here? We did invite her didnt we?”

Cana “yeah but she believes this is a ‘major invasion of the boys privacy’ and she ‘will not be associated with the destruction of the net of trust between our guild mates, although interesting I’m afraid I’m unable to join you’ ( her exact words, precisely )

Bisca “boringggg”

Cana “god I know”

Lucy “what do you think they’re doing right about now?”

Levi “I’m not sure probably-

Levi was cut of by a faint sound ahead

Unknown “YOURE SO WEAK WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GROW UP AND BECOME REAL MEN HUH?”

Cana “there’s only one fool that could be, elf man”

Juvia “THIS MEANS WEVE FOUND THEIR CAMP, FINALLY !!!”

She squealed in excitement

Bisca “shhh juvia, we’re gonna have to keep a low profile if we don’t want to get caught”

Lucy “guys look! the ring of trees over there, there’s no way they’ll see us there”

The girls go and set up their own small camp. They all opted to have no tents and just sleep under the stars with sleeping bags.

Wakaba “So alzack, when are you finally gonna get with bisca huh?”

Everyone “PHAHAHA YEAH”

alzack “I- uhh what- erm- I mean- no- no not no- I MEAN”

Elfman “you loveeee her, only real men love alzack. I’m so proud of you’re achievement”

Elfman pats alzack on the back

Bisca “WHATTT!!”

Juvia “now it’s getting interesting”

She says while giggling

Lucy “I mean bisca you guys do seem pretty in love of you know what I’m saying”

natsu “oh come on dude we all know you got the hots for her *drunk hiccup*”

Alzack “what like you have the hots for Lucy?

All boys “PHAHHA YOUVE BEEN CAUGHT DUDE”

Lucy “WHAT THE HELL”

She shouts from the bushes

Cana “now this is the juicy stuff I wanted to find out, see I told you this trip would be worth it”

Bisca “HAHA you can’t talk now Lucy”

Lucy “HEY NATSU DOESN’T LIKE ME LIKE THAT THEY’RE JUST TEASING. CANT SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU AND ALZACK THOUGH”

Bisca “WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!”

Gajeel “BAHAHA THIS IS AMAZING”

Natsu “yeah as if you can talk with your levi wevi ‘OH MY GOD LEVI I LOVE YOU I WANT YOU TO BE WITH ME OH MY’

All boys “PHAHAHAHAHAUA”

Gajeel grabs natsu by his scarf

gajeel “HEY DONT TALK ABOUT LEVI LIKE THAT YOU FIRE FREAK SHUT THAT TRAP OF YOURS BEFORE YOU GET AN IRON FIST TO THE FACE”

Jet “woahhh I guess we went from having a happy drunk to an angry drunk just like that”

Gajeel “AS IF YOU CAN TALK YOU AND DROY OBSESS OVER LEVI DAY AND NIGHT!!”

Droy “WHY AM I GETTING BROUGHT INTO THIS”

Lucy “oh my god he’s getting really angry over that huh?”

Lucy looks at Levi who appears to be to surprised by gajeels reaction to respond

Warren “hey everybody calm down there’s no need to get so upset over this, surely we can all talk about the girls we like without fighting.”

Alzack “alright. Yeah yeah I like bisca so what”

All boys “WHATTT”

Wakaba “wow- I mean we all knew but I never thought I’d see the day where I’d hear it”

cana “OH MY GOD HE ACTUALLY SAID IT-“

Bisca is to shocked to speak

*thud* gray falls to the floor, drunk

Fried “oh goodness gray are you alright?”

Wakaba “bro just leave him their he ain’t getting up anytime soon, anyways-“

Juvia “GRAY MY BELOVED HAS FA-“

Juvias mouth gets covered by canas hand

Cana “shhh”

All the boys turn to face natsu in unison and there’s a few second of silence as natsu looks confused

natsu “WHAT YOURE WAITING FOR ME TO SAY I LIKE LUCY NOW?!!!”

Elfman “obviously”

Natsu “I’ll talk about Lucy right after gajeel droy and jet admit their eternal love for Levi”

Gajeel “WATCH IT ASSHOLE”

Droy and jet “we- uh”

Cana “THIS IS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER. I MEAN WE WANTED TO FIND OUT JUICY SECRETS BUT THIS ?!! IT TOPS IT ALL!!”

Bisca “look at gajeel getting all defensive”

Alzack “elfman care to talk about evergreen or Cana”

Elfman “shut it alzack.”

Levi “i don’t know about this anymore guys. I mean if gajeel really does like me I don’t want to invade his privacy like this”

Lucy “what about jet and droy?”

Levi “oh they’re idiots I knew they liked me already”

Gajeel “I ain’t saying another word about Levi just drop it already”

Natsu “ok ok dude I didn’t realise *hiccup* that it was so *hiccup* personal”

Wakaba “I for one think Miras the hottest but with laxus around I don’t stand a chance”

Warren “me and you are on the same page wakaba but if laxus heard that you’d be dead”

Wakaba “she’s just so beautiful I wish I could-“

Elfman “you better shut your goddamn mouth and remeber that’s my sister your talking about!”

Wakaba “YES SIR”

Natsu “we’ll I guess that just about covers us all”

Gajeel “not quite.”

All boys “huh?”

Gajeel “Fried.”

Fried looks up at them alarmed

Gajeel “you’ve been real quiet.”

Fried “don’t forget gray-“

Droy “oh come on man he’s passed out cold”

Fried “I-“

Natsu “we all know he has the hots for laxus *hiccup*”

all boys “BAHAHA”

Lucy “PFT I MEAN ITS TRUE

Fried “I DO NOT. I LOVE HIM BUT IN THE FACT THAT HE IS MY VERY BESTEST COMPANION IN THE WORLD AND I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH HIM”

Jet “DUDE ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF?!”

Fried “SHUT UP”

Gajeel “damn man I didn’t realise how personal it was to you”

Natsu “AS IF YOU CAN SAY THAT”

Gajeel “SHUT IT FIRE FACE”

In the background

Wakaba “OBVIOUSLY Erzas hot have you seen those-“

Warren “Hey don’t go forgetting about Lucy”

Lucy “EW ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT OUR-“

Bisca “hey juvia?”

Juvia is sat under a tree a few meters away crying

Cana “oh no what’s wrong?”

juvia “MY DARLING GRAY IS THE ONLY PERSON THAT HASNT BEEN ASKED THAT QUESTION WHEN AM I EVER GONNA GET ME TIONE-“

Juvia is interrupted by hearing

Wakaba “juvia too, she’s so hot I ever got the chance I’d totally p-“

Gray “don’t say another word.”

Everyone turns to face him confused

Natsu “hey man I thought you were out cold?”

Gray “don’t be childish waka and keep juvias name out of your goddamn mouth alright pal?”

Levi “is gray…”

Juvias hands fly up as she grows heart eyes

Juvia “MY DARLING GRAY LOVES ME”

“Loves me, loves me, loves me”echos all throughout the east forest and all the sleeping animals wake up and fly or run far away.

Cana “oh cra-“

Wakaba “JUVIA?!!

The girls realise they’ve been caught and slowly pop their heads out from behind the bushes

Gajeel “LEVI!”

Natsu “LUCY!”

Elfman “CANA!”

Alzack “BISCA!”

All boys “YOU FOLLOWED US HERE”

fried “STALKERS”

There’s a moment of silence

Natsu “well at least erza isn’t here am I right?”

Theres another moment of silence

A sound comes from the bushes

Unknown “actually …”

everyone “ERZA?!!!”

Lucy “WHAT THE HECK YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T COMING !!”

Erza “I wasn’t going to but then my curiosity got the best of me. I was going to go over to you guys but was afraid that if I did I’d be spotted by one of the boys”

Gajeel “forget not coming WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

Cana “well we all fancied a night out and we wanted to hear what you guys were gonna say. We thought it was gonna be embarrassing stories from your younger days or something along the lines of that, but what we got was WAY BETTER”

All the girls can’t help themselves they burst out laughing

Natsu “well now that you’re here why don’t you *hiccup* join us?”

Elfman “NO HELL NO”

Jet “GUYS ONLY!”

gajeel “actually I don’t see why not”

All the boys turn to gajeel looking shocked because they knew how against he was having girls there at the beginning of the night

Levi “all right !!”

Gajeel smiles at the sound of Levi

Gray “I see that smile man”

Gajeel “SHUT IT PERVERT

Gray “PERVERT WHAT-“

Gajeel “YOURE ALMOST NAKED ALL THE TIME

gray “WHAT NO IM NOT”

Gajeel “LOOK AT YOU NOW”

Gray “WHATTTT HAVE I BEEN LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TIME ?!!”

Everyone gathers around the fire and start telling stories from the start of their time at the guild. It was a loving heartfelt moment

Natsu “*hiccup*”

Lucy “gosh natsu if you keep hiccuping like that you’re gonna hiccup a whole load of”

*BOOM* an explosion of flames engulfs the whole circle

Lucy “FIREEEEEEE”

Everyone “RUNNNNN”

The end :)

#Fairytail #nalu week #mirajane strauss #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #laxus dreyar #anime and manga

[sapphireblondie]

Chapter 8

Bakugou sat on the ground holding the side of his face.  Tokoyami's rage settled long enough for him to spit out a sentence "What happened at the hospital Bakugou?" Bakugou sighed "When everyone was leaving to give Kirishima and y/n their space, I realized my bike keys weren't in my pocket. So I went back upstairs to check the room and I walked into Kirishima kissing her. I stepped out before they seen me and I heard her tell him she loved him and she couldn't imagine life without him.. And I heard her kiss him again...I walked away and sat and the end of the waiting area and I remembered what you said in the elevator.. "if she values a friendship more than the chance at a relationship working then I'm in the same spot you are. We all love her but she doesn’t want to risk losing us if the relationship doesn’t work out" So maybe I should appreciate our friendship and cherish it rather than testing the waters and possibly losing her" Tokoyami sighed "Not everyone has to be afraid of losing her though.. You can't stand in the dark because you're afraid the sun will burn you, Sometimes you gotta stand in the sun to be able to see the beauty of the sky. You'd be surprised how many adventures are up there." Tokoyami reached his hand out "Come on, y/n went missing from the hospital about an hour or more ago. No one's able to reach her, maybe you can help."  

  Meanwhile Kirishima and Mina just reached Bakugou's place. Mina ran up to the door and knocked on it. "BAKUGOU!" Kirishima come up behind her. "Come on man it's important!" Kirishima hardened his fist and hit the door, it echoed through the neighborhood "Bakugou answer your door!" Mina looked around and slid acid on his door handle causing it to melt. "Oh look it's open" Mina walked in with Kirishima "Bakugou!" Kirishima and Mina checked the entire house. "So he's gonna kill me for melting his doorhandle isnt he..." Kirishima chuckled "We'll deal with it later. Im gonna call-" *BZZZZZZZ* *BZZZZZ* Mina grabbed her phone "Hey Tokoyami Bakugou isn't at his house. Wait, he's with you. That would of been nice to know five minutes ago before I melted his doorknob to break into his house..." Tokoyami sighed in disapproval "You what?" Mina giggled "Hey don’t blame me, it's 4am who isnt home at 4am." Tokoyami growled "People with broken hearts!! Now where else would she go? Meet us back at the house in 20" then Tokoyami hung up. "Are you coming Bakugou?" "Yeah, I drove my bike here, I'll follow behind you." The guys start walking back to the parking lot.  

  "I'm so tired... and cold... once I get to the fire though I'll get apollo to warm me up." You stagger to the lantern sitting outside the house and grab it. "Apollo". A small phoenix appeared. "We'll get you more fire but I need you to stay close, I'm getting cold... Apollo flew down next to you and kept pace. You walked around the side of the house and to the back. "Wow, I had a feeling he had a nice house with how calm he always is." "What are you doing here?" You turn around and see flames "Apollo!" Apollo flew to the flame engulfing himself in the fire. "Wait, Y/N? What are you doing here! You're supposed to be in the hospital." You stood up blood was covering the front of your gown. "I messed up, and he's gone...Bakug..he.... Everything went black...  

  Everyone was finally getting back to the house. "So anyone have any ideas on where she'd go" Mina questioned. "Somewhere she's comfortable?... I'd assume." Kirishima suggested. "Yeah and probably somewhere she can use her quirk, so near water?..." Tokoyami looked at bakugou in curosity... Bakugou's eyes widened and he walked towards his bike. The three of them followed "DUDE! I thought you were gonna help." "I am .. I know where she is." Bakugou stated picking up his helmet and sliding it over his blond silky hair. "Where man?" Kirishima demanded. "1. She has more than 1 quirk, she has 3 in 1. She has apollo, Mafdet and Mizuchi. Fire, Earth and Water. Where can she find all of them in one location that she knows she can go to at this hour.." "Mina looked at kirishima confused. Kirishima's face lite up. "Todoroki! He produces fire and he has a pond in his back yard with sand!" Mina ran to the car and Kirishima followed behind her. "Tokoyami, you wanna ride with us." Mina shouted as she got in the car. "I'm good, I'm gonna get Tsu and we'll be right behind you." Tokoyami ran inside "Tsu toss pants on we think we know where she is." Bakugou threw his leg over his bike and sat down then looked back at Kirishima who was getting in his car. Bakugou started up his bike, peeled out and disappeared out of sight. Kirishima looked into his review mirror to see Bakugou but all he could see was the dissipating smoke from Bakugou's tires burning against the wet pavement. Kirishima and Mina waited for Tsu and Tokoyami since they didn't know Todoroki's address. Tsu came running out of the house and jumped into Tokoyami's car while Tokoyami locked the doors. Bakugou raced through town blowing every stoplight and ignoring all speed limits. He reached Todoroki's house in record time barely coming to a full stop before shutting off his bike and running to the door "Icy hot, are-" the door opens "Bakugou, help me get her into the car, she collapsed and she's covered in blood, her incision has reopened." Bakugou rushed inside and picked you up gently and carried you to the car "Icy Hot, come open the door. You drive, I'm gonna sit in the back with her to keep her steady." Everyone else began to pull in the driveway. Tokoyami seen the blood and jumped out of his car without shutting it off. "What the hell happened." Todoroki opened the car door "She showed up on my back porch like this. I didn’t even know it was her until she turned around and Apollo came after me. She passed out. Bright side, he still here which means she's still alive." Everyone turned and looked at Apollo who was resting on the side of the driveway by the car, Bakugou smiled "Apollo follow." Apollo stretched his wings out and waiting for the cars to start pulling out the flew towards the cars. "Alright icy hot, make this quick."  

The 15 minute drive to the hospital was the longest 15 minutes of Bakugou's life. He rushed into the Emergency room. He didn't even have to say anything, the amount of blood on his clothes told them it was urgent. Nurses came running to him "We can take it from here." Bakugou hesitated. Tokoyami stepped forward placing a hand on Bakugou's shoulder "Bakugou.. You have to let them take her.. We'll be waiting for her as soon as she gets out." Bakugou nodded and put you down on the stretcher. They rushed you away before bakugou could even process what was going on. "Excuse me, I just need information about her." Tokoyami looked at bakugou.. "I might need your help, you know more than I do lately." The nurse looked at you both "I just need to know allergies, family medical history and if she has a quirk or not, and if so, what it is." Tokoyami and Bakugou sat down together then Bakugou looked up at the nurse "Why does it matter what her quirk is?" The nurse smiled "We get that question a lot, it's because sometimes when people are severely injured and/or in immense pain their quirks can activate involuntarily as a defense and we need to know what we might be up against. We normally watch for explosive or fire related quirks because of the abundance amount of explosive and flammable items we have. We also watch for gas or poison related quirks, we normally keep them in a separate secluded room so they don't accidentally hurt someone, then there's-" Bakugou put his hand up "I get it, she has fire, water, and earth creatures. The fire creature is already here, he'll probably follow her but he'll stay outside, your best bet is to put her in a room with a ledge outside, one big enough a large bird can comfortably sit on. If he's there you know she's still alive." They finished filling out the paper work and handed it to the receptionist. 2 hours went by, Tsu and Mina headed to school asking to be kept posted and Kirishima went to tell the college dean why they were going to be missing today. Deku showed up with Bakugou's homework that'd he'd need to complete and paperwork to fill out for the next couple day to be excused. Bakugou spent most of his time outside watching apollo. Apollo remained on the ground while he waited for you to be moved to recovery and were out of surgery. "Apollo.. I'm really worried about her, she wasn't always this reckless. Is it because of me? Would she be better off if I walked away and left everything to Icy-hot, bird boy and Shitty hair?" "No, You'll only make it worse." Deku and Shoto walked up looking at Bakugou. "What are you doing here Deku? And how do you know that for sure? How do you know she wouldn't be better off without me in the mix?" Todoroki sighed "Because she loves you. Apollo isn't sitting here because of her Bakugou." Bakugou looked at Apollo in confusion "Yeah he's-" Deku grew frustrated "KACCHAN! He's here because of you. He would be in the air by her location or on the roof if he was watching her. But he's watching you because that's what she'd want. And I'm here cause I brought paperwork for you to fill out so you are excused from your classes because I know you won't be leaving this hospital any time soon." Todoroki nodded "You told him to follow us, our quirks aren't meant to work with other people. But yet apollo listened to you.. That to me says way more than words ever could." Bakugou looked down at apollo, Apollo's flames began to flicker.. And he stumbled for a moment. "Apollo?... what's wrong...Y/N!! She's not doing well." Deku stopped Bakugou "Or she's regaining consciousness and control of her quirk. He's been here because she summoned him and he's been running off her quirk involuntarily and as long as she has energy and he has flame he can stay here until her body can't support her quirk anymore. If she's conscious now and can feel she's getting exhausted by her quirk, she can release him." Bakugou lit up with excitement "I HAVE AN IDEA!!! Apollo find her, I'll follow." Apollo took off and Bakugou let off small explosions following him "Kacchan this isn't-" Deku sighed "He can be so stubborn sometimes." Todoroki turned around to walk back into the building "I was gonna say stupid." Deku chuckled "I was being nice, I gotta give this paperwork to someone who's staying here and I gotta get back to class. Will you and Kirishima be joining?" Todoroki nodded "Yeah I'll be leaving in a few minutes to hopefully make first period to avoid the wrath of Dr. Chiyo." They both chuckled. As they walked in the doors everyone stopped talking and looked over. "Deku?" Tokoyami questioned "Hey so anyone that wants to make first period should probably leave in the next 20 minutes." Deku said smiling, trying to break the tension. Todoroki nodded "I understand everyone's gonna wanna stay but we're not all gonna be able to see her right away due to her condition. So I will be leaving soon as well, Tokoyami, I don't expect you to leave.. and I fully expect Kirishima to come back as well even if I try to convince him to come after classes. Bakugou.. well he's already a couple stupid steps ahead of everyone. Tsu, Mina, Deku and I should probably stay in class so we can help the rest of you catch up when you get back." Tokoyami nodded "Well Mina and Tsu have already left and Kirishima did state he'll be back, if you could talk him into staying in classes until she's coherent enough to talk to everyone, that would save him a ton of wasted stress."  

A nurse came out "Excuse me, can I talk to the person that will be taking care of Miss Y/LN." The guys look at each other... "Do you want one person or...Cause there will be a couple of us " Tokoyami explained. "Um, I can explain it to a couple of you." Tokoyami looked around for Bakugou.. "Uh, where's Bakugou?" Deku's face turned red "Uh he's outside, he'll be back in a few. You just go with her and fill Kacchan in later." Tokoyami looked confused but nodded "I guess it'll just be me. As Tokoyami walked back with the Doctor, he remained silent. "Ok well with her being a flight risk, I'd keep her on a 24hr watch. She has an abnormally high pain tolerance and will push through pain if she wants too. We are going to stitch her up and keep her here for a day or two. You can stay with her and others can come during visiting hours. She should be stitched up by now so I can take you to her, she might be a little out of it cause I'm sure they gave her pain med. They did give her a blood transfusion while they stitched her up so she will be ok." She walked Tokoyami down the hall and opened a door "She's in here." Tokoyami walked into the room and stopped as soon as he was able to see. Both him and the nurse froze and "How did you get in here." The nurse said in a panic. Tokoyami chuckled and pointed to apollo sitting on the windows balcony railing. "He had a little help from a friend, the fiery orange and red phoenix out there is her quirk. This is Bakugou, he'll be taking care of her when I'm not." The nurse looked at Bakugou who was at your bedside holding your hand. "Well I'm not sure how you got in the window but-" "Anyone who knows windows and locks knows that a small pressurized explosion directed toward the right location will pop the pins of any lock." The nurse looked terrified yet Tokoyami looked proud of Bakugou. "Well if she's sleeping, I'll give you these, Deku gave them to me for you to fill out." Tokoyami handed Bakugo the papers then walked over to the other side of the bed and kissed you on the forehead. "I'll be right here when you wake up." Tokoyami walked over and sat in the chair. An hour went by and the guys sat in silence waiting for you to show any signs of waking up. Tokoyami looked at bakugou and noticed he was still covered in his bloody shirt. "Hey Im going to run to your house and bring you a new shirt." Bakugou looked confused "But what if she-" "Bakugou, you got this. You both need each other right now." A nurse walked in "Hi, I'm just here to check vitals and check her bandage" Bakugou nodded and moved back a little. "Her blood pressure is low..." Bakugou looks up "What's that mean?" Tokoyami looked outside "Bakugou, did you send apollo somewehre?" Bakugou turned around "No.. WHAT DOES IT MEAN IF HER BLOOD PRESSURE IS FALLING!" The nurse turned around "I'm not sure, there are many causes. Stress levels could cause it to rise and lower. What was that bird, was he your quirk?" Takoyami stood up "No he's hers, he was here to let us know she was ok. And if he's gone I fear it wasn't because she made it." The nurse walked to the door and called for another doctor. "I'm gonna have to ask you two to step out while we figure out what's going on." Tokoyami nodded while Bakugou fought "She wasn't on a suicide mission.. She was looking for a friend to talk to because she was lost, this shouldn't of happened." Tears ran down Bakugou's face. "I understand but right now we just need you to step out so we can figure out-" You open your eyes and see Bakugou, "Bakug.... " Bakugou looks down "Teddy bear.." Tokoyami smiled "Always gotta make a scene when you enter the room huh baby bird." You smiled and laughed "I try.. Bakugou why are you covered in blood." You attempt to sit up. "No don't strain your core muscles." The nurse said as she attempted to stop you. "Well then sit me up, I don't want to lay down, I need to get back to school, Where's Kirishima..?" "Im here pebble." Kirishima walks in the door. I just got back, Todoroki tried getting me to stay but I didn't think she'd stay asleep long, she was never much of a benchwarmer." You smiled and coughed "Can someone get me something to drink." The nurse smiled "Well since you're awake, I'll let you catch up with your friends, but I'll be back in a little bit to check your blood pressure again. It's not healthy for it to fall like it did. I'll be back in about an hour." Tokoyami looked at kirishima "Hey, you up for a ride to go get her something to drink and get hot head over there some different clothes where he's not covered in her blood." Kirishima looked at you and smiled "You gonna be ok if we leave you two here alone." You chuckled and winced at the pain in your side "Yeah I think I can handle him." Kirishima walked over and grabbed your hand "Don't ever do something that reckless again" Then he kissed the top of your hand and followed Tokoyami out.  

  "Babe can you lay with me.." You asked softly. "Of course my teddy bear." You scooch over making room for Bakugou. You look up at Bakugou and he smiled "I love you so much." He touched your cheek and you leaned towards him and kissed him, you slid your hand under his shirt and he pulled you closer, "Can you take this off, I don’t like seeing you covered in blood." Bakugou smirked "Are you sure that's the only reason" "Maybe.." You replied nervously. Bakugou sat up stripping his shirt off. "Can you help me undo mine? I wanna be against your skin.. I wanna feel your warmth." Bakugou blushed "Babe you should really stay in yours til you heal up." You sighed but it's in a bandage, please.." Bakugou smiled "You're so hard to say no too.." Bakugou helped you lean forward and untied your gown, you pulled it down leaving you just in your underwear. You laid back down and Bakugou covered you both with your blanket. then you cuddled up to his chest and began to doze off.. "Bakugou... Bakugou... " You could hear talking, you open your eyes. "Tokoyami?" Kirishima and Tokoyami stood at the corner of the bed. Bakugou reached over you "Make sure you stay covered up, remember you aren't wearing much.." You reach down grabbing the blanket holding it against your boobs. "Tokoyami..." Tokoyami looked over to you "Yes my baby bird?" "Are you mad at me...?" You asked as you start to doze off again. Tokoyami walked over pulling the blanket up a little farther and then kissed your forehead... "No I'm just glad you're alive." "I brought you more clothes Bakugou, granted I see I could of left without the shirts." Bakugou chuckled "No I appreciate it, it's been awkward having the doctor's come in to check her and I'm standing here shirtless cause she's tossed my shirt on her side of the bed." "Well, have they told you when they're gonna release her?" Tokoyami asked excitedly. "They said as long as she can get up and move around on her own without her blood pressure dropping tonight, she could leave tonight. If not then she'll be out tomorrow ." Tokoyami nodded "Ok keep us posted, I gotta get back for class" Tokoyami and Kirishima waved bye and Bakugou came back and laid down with you. You both dozed off.  

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[zaenight]

Chapter 5

continues from chapter 4.....

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Pete and Brad were up to no good , deciding they had enough they made up a plan , Gabriella walked into the hangout area , rolling her eyes as she saw Lucy and Ethal looking at very naughty magazines.

"Move it scrub I need beer , and get the phone!" José said coming in behind Pete and brad , he glanced at her as she raised a brow.

"Clubhouse,oh hey mister dean what's up! " Pete exclaimed answering the phone, José and Gabriella looked at him.

"Sure I would be happy too!,what do you need?" Pete questioned,Although somthing was off , Dean was out on some publicity date , Atleast that's what she thinks,so what could he need?

"Woah!,Woah!,whoa!,Is that dean!?" José exclaimed questioning Pete , walking over.

"He needs a favor." Pete said as José snatched the phone.

"Favors mean big tips." Gabriella said voice cracking , although she covered it with a cough.

"Hey Deano It's me José What can Me and Luca do for you!" José said covering one of his years , The two had a habit of including eachother , It was Always "Me and Luca,or Me and José" , You can never have one without the other.

"Yeah yeah you bet , We'll be there in fourty-five." He said , and Gabriella saw a small smirk on Pete's face , She got up smacking his shoulder, a glint in her eyes.

"Yo we'll be back , we gotta run a favour for dean!" She said wacking Lucy and Ethal.

The two then walked out of the room on their way too the car.

"Suprised you didn't slip up." She said grabbing the leather Jacket as José looked at her with a smirk , before he could say anything Pete called after them.

"Wait José! uhmm what about the key's we might need them." He said as Gabriella grabbed them from his pocket , throwing them at his face.

She then made a Im watching you face as she and José left.

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Newsflash there was no one there ,nobody , zilch , and Gabriella got Sprayed with paint , PAINT!,Pink!, by some kid who walked in , Looked familiar , could have sworn he hung around Pete , José and her Chased after him but he was gone.

And Pete young signed his death warrent.

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"YOUR DEAD!" She yelled Her voice loud and Furious , Paint dripping off her.

"You think you can play with us and get away with it!" José said dragging him away from some chick.

"Get up scrub!" Gabriella yelled as José grabbed him , they were too pissed to think straight.

"What's going on?" the girl questioned.

"Im gonna mess you up!" José

said to him as he pushed him back.

"Wait if you hit him you'll never see your saint sebastion medal again ! " Brad exclaimed pushing the older boy back , José put his hand up to his chest not feeling it.

"Where is it!" He exclaimed shaking Brad , Gabriella wipe the paint out of her eyes , Glaring , her chest heaving.

"it's up there! , at the top of the light tower." Pete said , this was bad , José was afraid of heights.

"Go get it!" She exclaimed , not wanting José to panic , one thing about boys is that they are stubborn , won't admit they're afraid of somthing.

"No!" Pete said as José pushed him back , his fist punching him in the face , The two girls gasped in fear,Pete got up with a busted lip.

"Go get it!" José exclaimed.

"No!" Pete said as He was punched again , got to hand it to the kid , he can take a punch.

"Oh my God." The girl said holding a hand to her forhead.

"You can hit me all you want but im not gonna do it." Pete said as José glanced at Gabriella , then glanced at brad.

He then lunged at the boy , telling him to go get it.

"Wait I can't even do a chin up!" Brad said as the other two boys held him.

"Your gonna make him do it because your afraid to!?" Pete exclaimed as Gabriella pushed him back.

"Im not afraid of nothing!" José exclaimed as Gabriella looked at him and then around at the others.

"then prove it! , I'll race you to the top of that tower , Whoever loses is the loser's slave for a month." Pete proposed as Gabriella breathing was a bit heavy and her head starting to spin.

"yo bro go for it!" Ethal said as Lucy said that he would get himself a slave, The two boys then started chsnting tower over and over again.

"José are you..." Gabriella whispered to him as the walked to the tower , squinting her eyes closed holding her head.

"I'll be fine,okay?,¿Estás bien, te ves pálida?" He questioned concerned as they reached the door.

(Are you okay , you look pale?)

"Im fine , yeah im good." She murmured.

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They were waiting for Pete to open the door , Gabriella grabbed a towel wiping

whatever paint she could.

She felt like her head was spinning and her breathing was ragged , she was fine and then she wasn't.

"There it is." Pete said as José looked up feeling Gabriella staring he gave her a nod , and a concerned look , she wasn't looking to good.

"Where is it?" José questioned.

"First platform." Pete answered.

"Woah thats up there dude." Ethal told him.

"It's no problem." José said as Gabriella sat on the ground.

Pete was climbing up as his girlfriend pulled him off , the clinging noise making Gabriella wince.

"José you really gonna do it?" She questioned her voice slurred.

"Yeah , you sure your okay?" José questioned as Pete said he was ready , José climbed up , waiting for her answer.

"Yeah Im good." She stated , no she wasn't , not at all.

"Alright on your marks , get set , GO!" Lucy said as the two boys started climbing.

and then they waited , and waited , Gabriella closed her eyes , Until It looked like they were coming down.

"You okay?" Brad questioned.

"I don't know." She said as her eyes closed again.

"Dude what happened?" Lucy questioned.

"It got too windy we had to turn back." Pete said to them.

"Yeah it's way too windy,Lets get out of here , Luca c'mon." José told them as Pete and him shared a look.

"Luca wake up." José said leaning down shaking her , she swatted his hand away groaning softly.

"I don't feel so good." She whispered as José picked her up , placing his arm around her waist and her arm around his neck.

"What are you looking at scrubs." José said to Pete and Brad.

The two walked out along with Lucy and Ethal.

"He looks like he cares alot about her." Jessie , Pete's girl "friend" said.

"Who José and Luca?,I guess, but Luca's a he." Pete said with a shrug.

"They look a bit closer now since the egg race,José looks at him different." Brad said.

"No Im sure she's a girl , because when her phone rang , it was her dad calling and a picture of them popped up , it was with Carlos tavares and her , in a dress." Jessie stated.

The two boys looked at her before they told both of them their goodbyes,wondering .

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"Hey Your up." José said getting up , Gabriella winced as she saw the white lights of

Hospital room.

"What happened?" She questioned as her dad and Carmen , her future stepmother , walked in concern on their faces.

"You fainted and stuff , They said you were dehydrated and your heart was beating fast , like you were panicking." Carmen said brushing her out of her face.

"José knows , also im done , I think it's time to tell them ." Gabriella said as José grabbed her hand.

"I-What okay kid , yeah we can do that , damn that's sixty-bucks." Carlos said as Carmen wacked him.

"Dad , Sixty ! , you could have done more!, I mean come on!" Gabriella glared.

"Your just saying that because you would take It from whoever won." Carlos murmered.

"Wait how did you find out , I know she didn't tell you on accident." Carlos said staring at José who scratched his neck.

Carmen kissed her forhead , saying she was going to see how long she was gonna stay in the hospital.

Both the teens glanced at eachother faces turning red , As Gabriella murmered somthing.

"What?" Carlos said cupping a hand to his ear .

"Hemightvealmostseenmenakedbutitwasanaccident!" She stated fastly , as José grabbed a pillow to protect himself with.

"Slower." Her father stated.

"Casi podría haberla visto desnuda, ¡pero no lo hice! Tenía ropa, más o menos, también hablamos, y eso es todo lo que importa, así que no me mates." José said as Gabriella gave an awkward smile.

(I might have almost sort of seen her naked , But I didn't! , she had on clothes , sort of , also we talked , and that's all that matters , so don't kill me.)

Carlos took a deep breath , and if you've ever seen The fresh prince , his reaction is earily similar to when will gets punched.

"You-he, Dios, ayúdame, mi niña ha sido vista por un niño , no de la manera en que debería ser vista , lo voy a matar , solo tengo que desmayarme muy rápido." Her father said fainting dramaticaly.

(god help me , my little girl has been seen by a boy, Not in a way she should be seen , Im gonna kill him , I just gotta pass out real quick)

"Should we?" José said looking at Carlos.

"He does this all the time , like the time I punched a kid because he wacked me in the head with a baseball when we were- oh wait that was you." She murmured at the end.

"Yeah it was,and for the last time I didn't mean to! , your the one who wasn't paying attention." José said as Gabriella huffed.

"José break me out of here." Gabriella said.

"I already have grand theft auto on my record, and your dad would really kill me , now rest." José said pushing her back down on the bed.

"No I don't wanna , Im hungry." She said popping up , as Her father woke up with a loud gasp.

"You!" Carlos said pointing at José.

"Dad just hush!" Gabriella said as José slapped her hand away as she reached for her Iv.

"Gabriella keep that in!" José said as she pouted.

"Whatever , Look dad it was an accident , we're good , We'll tell the others that im a chick tommorow ." She said as Carmen walked back in.

"We can leave in about two hours , although we would really like to know what panicked you,And why you had paint on you." Carmen said.

"Oh some kid sprayed us with paint , And I panicked because of uhmm somthing." She said laying down.

"You panicked because of me going up into the tower, didn't you?" José questioned.

"What Tower?, Wait it was hell night , what happened." He father said.

"Well I was scared because You , Your afraid of height , and I know for a fact that it wasn't windy , And Thinking about you panicking , made me panic." She said as José held her hand.

"Your an idiot." He said as she laughed.

"Hello are we not here , Yo hands off buster , we ain't done yet." Carlos said giving his dad look.

"Dad it-It's not working,your like not scary at all." Gabriella laughed.

"Now you listen José , your my homeboy , but you hurt her I'll chop you up into litte-" Carlos started as carmen smacked him.

"I wouldn't dream of it." José said as Gabriella groaned.

"Im starving here!" She exclaimed.

"You always are." Jose said rolling his eyes.

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Last part of this episode finished finally😃

#fanfic #wattpad #original character #jd pardo #j.d pardo #jeremy sumpter #danbyrd #hayden romero #teen wolf #victoria moroles #clubhouse2004 #clubhouse #baseball #dean cain #conraddean #peteyoung #betsyyoung #lou

[akucat]

confessions in the moonlight

❥ synopsis: megumi finally opens up to you

❥ note: haven’t written in ab 2 years and im nervous!!! hope this is sufficient :> 

❥ pairings: megumi x reader

❥ word count: 1k

❥ genre / warnings: angst / comfort, megumi is an overthinker

“Megumi?” 

He refused to acknowledge you, eyes trained ahead onto the walls of his dorm, skin blotchy and pink.

“You don’t need to be ashamed, my love,” Exhaling a deep breath, one full of exhaustion, he finally turned his body to face you. He still refused eye contact, his gaze focused on your feet.

“Sorry, don’t worry about me, you can go back to sleep,” A soft sigh brushed against your lips, dismissing his words you made way towards him with light steps, sitting next to him on his bed, legs folded. His head fell back into his lap- was he embarrassed with his appearance? No, he wasn’t one to fuss over the way he looked, but he often did go to great lengths to make sure you weren’t concerned about him. 

A frown played at your eyebrows, bottom lip pouted outwards, he really didn’t want you seeing him in such a state. It’s not that he was particularly afraid of appearing vulnerable, you assumed- no- you knew that he just didn’t want you to see him in such a pitiful condition.

You slowly lifted your arm, placing a gentle hand on the small of his back, rubbing circles into the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, “Gumi, I’ll give you space if you’d life, but please speak to me.” It broke your heart to imagine him telling you leave, further deepening your hurt. But of course, if it was what he wanted, you would comply. 

Sniffles filled the growing silence, with your hand still on his back you watched him wipe at his nose with his sleeve. “Stay,” moving to cup his chin with your hands, he finally crooked his head upwards, “Please.”

The tears on his rosy cheeks were glistening from the moonlight pouring through the window. He met your eyes with desperation. His hands reached for the back of your shirt, bawling the fabric into his fists as though you would disappear any second, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His body shook with each sob, tears threatening to spill from your own eyes as you kissed his shoulder.

“You wanna tell me whats wrong, beloved?” You asked in a low hum, not wanting make him uncomfortable.

Removing himself from the embrace, you placed your hand on his own, bodies facing each other.

Another deep exhale, tears threatening to spill from his shining eyes, “I just want to be able to grow old with you, and Itadori, and Kagusaki. B-but Itadori’s going to be executed, and who knows what’s going to happen to the three of us? Every other day it feels like we’re up against another special-grade and I just can’t take it anymore. I’m so scared that one day you’re going to be attacked and I’ll be too useless to protect you, and it’ll be my fault that you’re- that you’re dead.”

Eyes averting down again- he really was ashamed to appear so dishevelled in front of you.

This was Fushiguro Megumi. Not the quiet kept, content boy you felt you had known your entire life; he has his walls and he had finally let them down in front of you. Fushiguro Megumi is lost- he is broken. 

Offering his hand a soft squeeze, you move your free hand to wipe at the tears staining his flushed cheeks. He flinched at your touch, and you pulled your hand away to avoid any further discomfort, but with his own hand he held onto yours, guiding it back to his face, a silent plead of I’m sorry, I’m just not used to any of this. Please stay here with me. 

Upon his actions you continued slowly wiping at his soft skin, hoping that the gentle movements would help to calm him. “Megumi, I-,” one deep breathe before continuing in a hushed voice, “I’m sorry that life’s so unfair to you, my love, to all of us. I can’t offer you any promises, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep them, but please, you don’t have to worry about any of us right now, okay?”

Pausing, the silence grew louder, and although you knew he wanted to protest, Megumi gave a small nod, relaxing against your palm which cupped his cheek. 

“It seems like sometimes you forget that you’re not the only sorcerer in this group, Gumi, all of us are capable of protecting ourselves. It isn’t your responsibility to look after us, okay? Do you really think I train everyday just to expect you to save my ass every time we have a job?”

A smile tugged at his lips, and you felt him breathe a small chuckle against your skin.

“I’m stronger than you think, we all are. Kugisaki and I are much more capable than you give us credit for,” Another nod against your palm, “And as for Itadori, we’re all fighting to stop his execution, and I know you feel useless because that’s all we can do, but I need you to please try and stop your own expectations from weighing you down. Right now all we can do is fight and offer Yuuji our support, and I assure you that he is content with that, my love.”

Deep down you knew that Megumi wouldn’t believe you, he was always trying to live up to his own expectations of himself. You knew he wouldn’t stop bashing himself up over the very true fact that you and Kagusaki were at risk of dying everyday, and that Itadori was probably going to face his execution. But right now, none of that mattered. 

In that very moment the world had paused for you and Megumi, and all that was important had seemed so, so miniscule. You took in the form of the broken boy caressed by your hands and you brought your forehead to his own. As you were both swallowed by the ever growing silence, your heartbeats in sync with one another, you had realised this was the first time you had ever truely seen Megumi. Or, more-so, this was the first time Megumi had ever let you see him. 

This was Fushiguro Megumi, not lost nor broken, but simply human. Living and breathing with vast emotions, emotions that made him the boy you had loved ever so dearly. 

And as your two souls embraced each other, actions that no i love you would ever amount to, he spoke, “Stay. Stay till the end.”

“And after, and always.”

#this if my first time writing after like two years please bare w me omfg #i hope its okay!!! #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x you #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #megumi fanfic #megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu megumi

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin oneshot #genshin fanfic #genshin scaramouche #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #cynshealthysfw #genshin fluff

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

#no seriously i’m having so much fun with this #resident evil #RE8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8: village #re8:v #resident evil headcanons #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu headcannon #bela dimitrescu headcannon #daniela dimitrescu headcannon #alcina dimitrescu headcannon #mine #dimitrescu family #dimitrescu daughters

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Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

Pt 2

@silver-argent​ :  Hii! I super looooove the way you wrote Haikyuu Boys: You flinch, perfect amount of angst to fluff! Are you taking requests? If you are, will you please do a Sakusa and Kenma? the you flinch. It's okay if you don't tho! I'll still look forward to your works!❤❤

tysm for the encouraging words!! my requests are open and im more than happy to do Sakusa and Kenma jewbjkew. i hope you enjoy. i'm literally so tired and just wanted to finally get this out <3

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-sakusa

-kenma

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Sakusa

Dating Sakusa was the last thing you ever thought would happen to you. He filled your days and nights with such love and passion. You had broken through his stoic and cold shell and had seen him for who he truly was deep inside- a loving partner through and through.

Of course, old habits die hard. Since he had spent years of his life being a reserved person, only putting up with his family and teammates, he still was very hesitant when it came to affection. Sometimes all he wanted to do was to be alone with his thoughts and nothing else. It hurt to see him like that, knowing that no matter what, you couldn’t help him, but you understood and gave him the time he needed.

Five months into yours and his relationship had lead to a few disputes, but nothing too serious. He was a prideful, headstrong man which lead to you having to bite your tongue during arguments and keep your snarky words to yourself, refusing to let them slip off the tip of your tongue. If they did, the argument would escalate. 

You loved Sakusa for everything he was, bad parts and good, but sometimes he was too much. 

And, that’s how you were here, biting your lip harshly as you stare at him, refusing to let your anger get the best of you. 

Sakusa had been coming home quite late due to volleyball practise, but it got to the stage where you were scared that he was doing to overwork himself and injure himself. Instead of letting it slide, you confronted him about it and suggested that he should take some time to let his body heal from the strenuous training regimen that he was doing. It seemed that Sakusa wasn’t in the best of moods and had snapped at you, shooting abhorrent words towards you as if you were nothing but a pile of shit, accusing you of restricting him from reaching his full potential and trying to turn him away from volleyball because you were too clingy for his liking. 

“Fucking hell (Y/N), you’re so fucking clingy! Just because you’re an attention whore and want me to worship you doesn’t mean you can try and take me away from what I love doing. You’re so fucking obsessive it’s driving me crazy!” Sakusa bellowed and clenched his hands together, his nails digging into his hands. 

Taking a deep breath to keep yourself as calm as possible, you spoke in a soft tone, “Omi, I’m not trying to keep you from anything. I just think you should rest your body before you overwork yourself and become ill or injure yourself. I know you want to improve but that can happen gradually over time. I doesn’t need to happen all at once.” You murmured and gently placed a hand on his, trying to reassure him.

Letting out a deep, angered growl, Sakusa pulled away from your grip harshly and pushed your hand away, “don’t fucking touch me! You’re fucking disgusting! All you do is hold me down and try and control my life, you obsessive pest!” He hollered out.

His words ripped open your chest and stabbed you in the heart repeatedly. You felt like you were choking on your own heartbeat. It hurt knowing that your lover found you disgusting. A strong feeling of rage surged through your veins. “How fucking dare you, Sakusa! I’ve done nothing but tried to help you and all you do is treat me like shit. Every time we argue I have to bite my tongue because I know that if I retaliate, you’ll just get even more angry. I can’t express how I feel to you anymore and I feel as if I don’t matter in this relationship. If you want to overwork yourself and injure yourself then fine, go ahead, but don’t blame me for saying I told you so after it’s happened!”

His eyes narrowing at your words, Sakusa swiftly turned to glare at you and raised his fist, poking your chest aggressively, “Fine, I will then because I’m not letting you control me anym-” He paused mid sentence, his eyes widening when he noticed you flinching when he raised his hand. Slowly, he lowered his hand and dropped them at his sides. Your shaking figure made his heart clench painfully tight. “(Y/N) I-”

“I can’t do this anymore, Sakusa.” You voice whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffled quietly. “I can’t handle this pain anymore. I can’t handle feeling like I’m walking on egg shells with you. I can’t handle being afraid of how you’ll react when I speak about how I feel. I just can’t do this anymore.” You voice got quieter and quieter the more you spoke. Looking up at Sakusa, you swallowed thickly. “I can’t do us anymore.” 

Sakusa was frozen, watching you carefully. It was deathly silent. The only sound he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat beating rapidly. 

“I’ll pick up my things tomorrow. I’m going to stay at Atsumu’s for the night.” You whispered and turned away, heading towards the front door. 

A small, almost whine-like noise left Kiyoomi’s mouth. He reached out and clasped your hand gently, tears forming in the corner’s of his eyes. “Please.” He begged quietly.

Looking back at the man you loved, your heart shattered into small pieces when you noticed his dampened eyes. Never had you seen him cry before. “What is it?” You asked quietly, biting the inside of your cheek.

Sakusa pulled you in tightly for a hug and pressed his lips against your cheek gently. “Please don’t leave. Please please please… I’m so so sorry (Y/N).. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you and I’m grateful for everything you do for me. I’ve just had a really bad day. Please I love you. Please don’t leave. You’re my baby... “ He pleaded softly and held you tightly, as if afraid that you’d disappear if he let go. 

Letting out a sigh, you caved in. You were still mad at him but at the end of the day, you loved Kiyoomi more than anything else. You would give up everything for his happiness. “Kiyoomi...” You whispered softly and then turned around so you were face to face with him. Gently cupping his cheeks, you sighed, “I love you so so much Kiyoomi... But you can’t say stuff like that to me even if you’ve had a bad day. You really really hurt me even though I was just trying to look out for you.” You explained and frowned softly, kissing his tears that resided in the corner of his eyes. 

Pressing his lips softly against your hands that rested on his face, he let out a shaky breath that he didn’t realise he was holding, “I know... I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I promise I’ll do better..” He whispered gently and pressed his nose into your hair lovingly. “I love you so much...”

Leaning in closer to Sakusa, you inhaled his scent, “I love you too, Omi..”

He never wanted to see you flinch like that again.

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Kenma

Kenma was an erudite genius when it came to the art of strategy. His deep understanding of the game and the unspoken pledge to win is what drove him forward and kept him reaching, grasping, clutching for new strategic idea that would leave his opponents breathless.

For days, maybe even weeks, on end, Kenma would be researching, training, and repeating the process until he felt confident in his methodology that would be used in a game. Thus, led to a breakdown. After weeks of undereating, lack of sleep, training beyond his physical capabilities, and his mental strain thinking of ways to defeat the opposing team, Kenma was at his wits’ end. 

As his partner, you immediately noticed the changes in his personality. Of course, concern was your initial reaction and you were somewhat frightened of irritating him more, but you knew you had to confront him about his lack of self care. Seeing him train during lunch and falling asleep in lessons led you to realise how hard he was working himself. 

So, after school you managed to pull him to one side before he proceeded to train at the club. A frown was present on your lips and you took a deep breath. Looking at him now hurt a lot: his eyebags had considerably increased since the last time you saw him; you could now see physically where he had lost weight from undereating for weeks; his eyes seemed a lot duller; his body slouched over slightly, as if it was begging for a break. It was agony to see your partner slowly harm his body and mind like this.

"Kenma, just know I love you so much and I understand that volleyball means a lot to you right now since it's your final year with your team as you know it with Kuroo as captain, but look at yourself. You're not taking care of yourself at all. You aren't helping you or your teammates by undereating and not sleeeping." You murmured gently, taking Kenma's hands in your own. You knew that you had to be careful and not push your boyfriend, but you couldn't let it continue.

Kenma simply frowned at your words and pulled his hand away from yours, "(Y/N), I don't need your lecturing. I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself. I don't need you." He hissed out and turned his back on you, proceeding to head to practise. He had no time to waste on pointless conversations.

(Y/N) grinded their teeth together, their heart aching slightly at the harsh words, "I'm not lecturing you, Kenma! I'm doing what a s/o should do and I'm looking out for you! Please just take a small break before you overdo it!" You hallooed, as if that would make the words sink in.

Vexed, Kenma turned around with a deep scowl on his face, "Why don't you just back off, (Y/N)!? I don't care about you right now, all I care about is me and my teammates winning this game!" He shrieked, which caused you to trip back and swallow thickly.

A small whimper escape your lips and tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you flinched. You were normally fine with Kenma's salty attitude, but he never usually shouted at you. Taking a shaky breath, you looked at your boyfriend dead in the eyes, "fine! Do what you want to do! Since you don't care about me I won't bother anymore! Don't you fucking dare come running to me when you overwork yourself and can't handle it anymore!" You retorted and turned away.

Kenma's eyes widened slightly at your words as he watched you turn away. "Wait...." He whispered out, his hand reaching towards yours. Lightly, he grasped your wrist and sighed, pulling you close and burying his head in your shoulder. "'M sorry... I'm just so stressed..." Tears brimmed his eyes and he sniffled softly. "I didn't mean it..."

Letting out a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxed and you pulled your lover in for a cuddle. "I know you didn't mean it baby... But remember your health comes first, volleyball after." You whispered and gently stroked his hair. He simply nodded in response and hugged you tighter.

Maybe you both could work things out. You just need to learn to communicate more.

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #angst #sakusa angst #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #kenma #kenma angst #haikyuu kenma #kenma kozume #angst to fluff #haikyuu comfort #requestsopen

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Happy (late im sorry) birthday @aka-indulgence !!! I wrote you a special thing... with one of your special boyos whomst you managed to convert me into loving. I hope you had a fun day!!

Tw; caves, broken bones

You’d stopped screaming a while ago.

There were a lot of reasons- for one, the air in the cave was damp, thick, choking... screaming required you to take a deep inhale of the stale smog and your lungs were already starting to reject it. It was borderline unbearable and you were pretty certain that if you survived this, you’d be choking and coughing for a week at least.

... But that wasn’t the biggest reason. That wasn’t the most important reason you were keeping your mouth shut tight, as you laid on your back in complete darkness, eyes darting around as fast as they could and leg numb with agony.

By this point, screaming was a critical danger that would get you killed.

... The cave just behind the cliff was rumoured to be impossibly deep, to have once contained some kind of legendary terrifying monster that reacted violently to intruders and killed those who didn’t heed its immediate warnings to leave. Of course, there were no modern sightings of this mythical beast, and it definitely sounded less like fact and more like some urban legend designed to keep people away from a dangerous area. No one had ever mapped it... no one wanted to, even the most intrepid of local explorers. The stories (and a healthy serving of common sense) seemed to have prevailed long enough for that particular entrance to just be left alone.

...

So of course, your study group decided it’d be such a good place to spend a Friday night, armed with nothing but half-charged torches, rucksacks full of drinks, and borrowed walking shoes.

You could feel tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, gravity dragging them down the sides of your face as you stared upward into the total blackness. It was stupid to come down here, horror movie levels of stupid- but you just couldn’t say no to them. The study group was the closest thing you had to friends, and you let them lure you into coming along, you’d allowed yourself to be led by your terror of being left out.

... You had no idea how long you’d been lying on your back in total darkness with your immovable leg throbbing with pain, but it was getting clearer and clearer no one was coming back for you.

... So I guess you’ve been left out after all- left out in a cave to die. 

...

A noise. You turned your head, quickly- a familiar blood red colour standing out against the black, closer than last time. Panic jolted through you once again and you grappled with your flashlight, turning it on and pointing it directly at the red; a harsh white circle of light appeared and illuminated a section of the cave. You saw bone and a wide maw of terrifying teeth for a split second before it retreated quickly from the glow in a flurry of movement, disappearing back into the nothingness, an aggravated snarl rippling through the cavern.

...

Your friends, if you could even call them that, seemed to have followed the philosophy of ‘don’t outrun the bear, just outrun the slowest person’. When the monster had attacked your group in the dark, everyone panicked and ran for the exit... and when you stumbled, falling down a steep shaft into what was most likely going to end up being your grave, you became the slowest person.

And the ‘bear’ focused on you.

... It was hanging around in the darkness surrounding you. You could hear it, scuttling, waiting, the terrifying sound bouncing off the walls and coming from every direction at once, you hated how your panic and the enclosed space worked perfectly together to fuck with your hearing. Your only hope was the flashlight you clutched in both quivering hands.

...

You turned to the left, and caught sight of the red again. An engorged, blood coloured orb, slowly moving closer to you like a stalking wolf- it paused when you raised the flashlight, ready to recoil, and you jammed your clammy thumb onto the on button.

...

Nothing.

...

“... N-no.” You said, tiny, voice cracking, shaking the device and mashing the useless button over and over. Suddenly, just like that, the darkness around you had swallowed you completely whole. “No, no, no...”

... 

The monster made the same realisation you had. The flashlight was out of battery. The bloody red eye contracted a fraction... and then, upon realising your only line of defence was gone, advanced toward you.

...

You screamed as loud as you possibly could. You screamed with your whole chest, so hard it ricocheted across the walls and rang in your ears, you kicked your good leg against the ground in a desperate attempt to push yourself away but your heel just slipped on the floor. The sound didn’t deter it- and the eye got bigger and bigger, coming closer by the second, the true scale of the thing hunting you was dawning alongside the panic.

It’s gonna eat me.

The eye was the size of your fist. You could smell something, something warm, its breath, you were seized with unparalleled fear and you blindly swung the useless torch like a weapon. To your shock, it connected- landing squarely on what must’ve been a cheekbone. But it did about as much damage as a pillow would to a rhino and the flashlight shattered into pieces upon impact, with the monster not even so much as flinching.

It was definitely breath, you could feel it in your hair. It smelled like blood. Giant hands moved around your torso, under your arms, and picked you clean up off the ground- and the oh-so-familiar heavy ‘scuttling’ sound of him moving filled your ears. 

S-someone help me!

You punched at his ribs, still ‘screaming' (it was hardly screaming anymore because it was punctured by cracks and thin breaths), the world was beginning to drown out. The sounds and smells and pain were all so overwhelming, the dark and red of his eye were already eating you before he’d even opened his mouth, all you could think about was how no matter how much you didn’t want to you were going to die.

...

Light. Light that wasn’t his eye. It was enough to distract from your shouting, pathetic attempt at making noise catching in your throat. Little glowing rocks- crystals, maybe, they dotted the floor and walls, creating a faint white that was just enough to see by but still filled the world around you with wriggling shadows.

... It was enough to, for the first time, properly see the creature that was taking you.

He was huge; a skeletal upper half, barrel-chested, shoulders twice the width of your own and a heavy sternum with ribs like prison bars. The size of his jaw and thickness of his teeth told you he wasn’t the kind of predator that wasted any time with theatrics; there was no serration, probably no venom, he wasn’t going to be using valuable time to suffocate victims. With a mouth like that he would get right to the point- crushing straight through bone like eggshell.

He was staring ahead. Concentrated.

... Your eyes darted past his skeletal body to the main thing you'd been afraid of seeing; his lower body was a centipede. Giant scar-mottled gleaming brown carapace, trailing off into the dark, massive hooked 'feet' working in perfect undulating tandem to move him effortlessly across the uneven cave floor. You had absolutely no idea how long he was, you couldn't even hazard a guess. No wonder you'd heard his scuttling all around you in the darkness, it wasn't your mind playing tricks on you, he'd literally been all around you- you never stood a chance, did you?

You'd wedged your arms between yourself and his massive ribcage, shaking hands pushing as hard as you could. Despite how obviously little it was counteracting his hold, it was your last way of feeling like you were fighting. Your face and neck ached, your chin was wobbling, your head pounded.. you were a melting ice statue ready to shatter at the slightest push.

You were running out of fight.

... He carried you up, over a lip, into a small alcove. A recessed section of rock, a cave within a cave- a slightly more concentrated cluster of those glowing stones revealed the interior was lined with furs, rags, chunks of sleeping bags, old and well-loved blankets. Some kind of nest.

I’m... am I hyperventilating? you thought, feeling disconnected and dizzy, mind retreating further and further away from your body as a final defence mechanism. Everything’s spinning. 

...

Softness. At first, you thought you’d just gone completely numb... but when you concentrated a little more, you were surprised to find you were staring up at the glow-dotted stone ceiling. 

...

... He’d... put you down. On his nest of blankets? He was hovering over you, breath still brushing your cheeks and forehead... that terrible eye shifted its gaze down your body, you felt like a dinner being surveyed.

... You couldn’t even bring yourself to try and wriggle away. What chance did you stand? Further and further into numbness... am I going into shock?

...

He reached toward your broken leg. You didn't even want to look at it; it hurt so badly. You squeezed your eyes shut, suppressing a sob.

...

Warmth.

A pleasant kind- like you'd just laid the broken limb beside a fire. Tingling faintly... magic? Healing magic? You couldn’t look, you didn’t have the stomach to see just how mangled the leg was, that’d just make it hurt even worse. But it was... 

... Nice.

The warmth was like an eraser. It floated over the leg, fuzzy and comforting, and wherever it floated the pain just... ebbed away. 

...

You opened your eyes again. When he stopped, there was no more pain in your leg. None at all. And he was just... sitting there. Staring at you.

...

“Y-you...” You croaked. The hole in the centre of his eyelight shrank a fraction. The magic felt like it was doing something to you; you could feel your shoulders slowly unwinding, chest relaxing enough for you to take breaths that actually filled your lungs, throbbing head settling down. “... You healed me?”

... Was clubbing him with a flashlight the wrong idea?

...

... He made a sound. Several sounds, actually... soft, throated, deep and staggered... chuffing, like a tiger. Such a gentle noise, for such a giant monster...

...

He seemed to make a decision. With one last little chuff and a nod to himself, his socket lidded... and he laid down next to you. One of his thick-as-your-head arms gently looped over your middle; you were vaguely aware of his centipede body gathering itself into the little alcove, some of it draping lazily over your lower legs.

... Keyword ‘vaguely’ aware. You were so tired, so tired and sick of being in pain, that you barely even wiggled in response to his strange cuddle-like gesture. He was... actually pretty warm... and he smelled like amber and campfires.

...

You were asleep before you could remember you needed to be scared of him touching you- that claws carding lovingly through your hair wasn’t supposed to feel nice.

#llama writes #centipede sans #HAPPY BIRTHDAYAAY #:DD #hope you enjoy owo #you made me like him so now im gonna make you read him #mWHAHAH

[babyboibucky]

Should’ve Known Better

Pairing: EB!Frank x Reader

Summary: You should have known better than to sleep with a friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, FWB set-up, a little bit of toxic shit, angst

A/N: Frank got the most votes when I asked which other Seb character I should write for, so here it is! This is very personal to me lmfao it’s somewhat based on my own experience that really fucked me up a couple of years ago aksncajscna no but for real, stay away from the friends with benefits kind of relationship if you can’t keep shit purely sexual lmao also some guys are just fucking assholes even if they’re your friend lol

ALSO, I tagged those who are in my Everything Bucky Tag List. I’m not sure if I’ll write more Frank in the future too so I won’t be creating a separate tag list for him yet.

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"Do you love me?"

It was a simple question that was supposed to make you think. Given your experiences and your personality in general, you were supposed to cringe and ignore it. Maybe even make a joke out of it, especially that it was Frank who was asking you this question.

He wasn't supposed to ask it too. He wasn't one to ask such thing, not especially with the relationship that the both of you have. It was clear from the get go that this was nothing serious.

So why was he asking it now?

And why did you respond to it right away, as if you knew your answer even before he asked?

-

"Come on, it'll be fun."

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"I'll make you feel good, you won't regret this."

It did feel good, you were going to give Frank that. Possibly the best, even. But the latter part? You weren't so sure. Were you regretting it? Honestly, no.

Maybe not yet.

You'd rather not think about it for now.

"What's there to lose? We know each other too much to develop feelings anyway, you said so yourself."

Oh there's plenty to lose. Maybe a decade's worth of platonic (was it really platonic from the beginning though?) friendship. Your self-esteem was on the line too, but you didn't know it yet. You'll get there though, whether you like it or not.

"I'm free next Friday, come over. Spend the night with me. What do you say?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Next Friday. I'll see you, okay?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Ugh, fine."

But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

-

That first night with Frank was something else. It was fun and he kept his promise to make you feel good. So, so good. You never thought that sex could be that fucking good. At least, not with your previous partners. Not that you had many in the first place.

But god, Frank knew what he was doing and he loved doing things to you. He loved the entire process of knowing your body, what you liked and what you loved. How you liked to be kissed and touched and fucked.

He studied your body like his fucking life depended on it and you let him. You let him own your body because you needed someone to. You needed to feel something, wanted to have a purpose even for just a short while, even if it meant being someone's fuck buddy.

You felt lost for the longest time, but as you laid on Frank's bed with his tongue lapping up your cunt, you actually felt like you belonged somewhere.

-

You weren't a booty call, definitely not. And when things escalated between the both of you, Frank was already single and had broken off with his recent girlfriend, Daphne. You weren't a doormat nor a side chick. Frank had been your friend for the longest time, one of your closest actually. He knew you the best and not just physically. Frank knew the darkest parts of you the same way you knew him like the back of your hand. He was the most open to you, he said so himself.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." he told you one time.

Frank wasn't afraid to show you his true colors; how he wasn't the kind to settle for one or how he would often end up with someone immature or toxic. He himself was toxic and for the most part, you tolerated him.

That was the mistake on your part.

You let him be himself, that's why you held a special place in his heart. Not even his past girlfriends could get rid of you. You were untouchable.

"Are you sure she's fine with us going out?" you asked Frank one time, as the both of you headed to the movies.

He scoffed, "Yeah, don't worry. I already told her you're my best friend. You're off limits." he chuckled as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside the cinema.

"You're fine." he reassured again, this time wrapping his arm around your shoulder and then cradling your head playfully.

-

Looking back, you sometimes ponder whether the friendship was really platonic. You were sure of it when the both of you first became friends; he was a couple of years older than you. You sort of looked up to him like an older brother for the first few years of your relationship. And he was very caring too, always looking out for you.

Your other friends were the first one to notice the closeness. They often told you that Frank seemed to have a thing for you. You brushed it off though, saying that it was impossible.

His girlfriend then was an acquaintance of yours. She was nice and wasn't bothered by how Frank was affectionate towards you.

Indeed, you were untouchable. You were the best friend after all.

-

"We fought again."

You rolled your eyes at Frank as he sat across from you at a local coffee shop near your place. It was your birthday and as always, you spent the most part of it with Frank.

It was like a tradition already, to celebrate your birthday with Frank first before you went out with your friends. Or even family. It was that kind of friendship.

"I'm sorry but who are we talking about again?" you joked.

Frank made a face, "Daphne." he responded. "I just told you about her like, two days ago."

You snickered, "I was kidding. But honestly though, you have to stop flirting with other girls. It's been really difficult for me to keep track of your record, Frank. And are you and Daphne even official?" you asked, taking a sip from your cold brew.

He rubbed his chin and shrugged, "Sorta. Well, we were official two weeks ago. Now though, I'm not so sure. Here's the thing, Daphne can be really..." he said, trying to search for the right words.

You hummed and shook your head, "Immature?" you said and mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

"You should really stop dating girls who are immature, Frank. I swear to god, this is like...I don't know, the fifth time you dated someone like her? Why don't you settle for someone who actually acts her age?" you blurted out.

Frank groaned and transferred to the seat next to you, his body facing yours and his hand landing on your thigh. You didn't mind, didn't think it was too touchy or intimate for someone who was in a relationship. It was pretty common for Frank to be this touchy with you anyway, you never paid much attention to it nor given it any malice.

"We fought because of you actually." Frank admitted with an apologetic smile.

Your head snapped towards him, a scowl etched on your face. "What did I do?!" you asked in defense.

"It was my fault. Daph saw your photo inside my wallet." he said.

"You should really throw away that photo. Jesus, why do you still have it anyway?" you complained.

Frank scoffed, "That's my favorite photo of you. I don't wanna get rid of it."

That was the last day that you considered your friendship with Frank platonic.

-

Come over

I miss u xoxo

Miss eating u out

Miss ur moans, wanna hear them again

You groaned at the continuous notifications that flooded your phone. While you were at work. After that first night with Frank, he had gotten extra clingy. No lies though, it felt nice to be wanted like this.

im free nxt Sat

Yay

Cant wait to see u, missed u a lot

dude, we were at the mall together just last wk

U really dont get attached do u?

Frowning at Frank's reply, you honestly didn't understand what he was implying.

what u mean?

Nothing

Work kept you busy for the entire week, with Frank bombarding you with sweet texts. You've avoided being sweet with him, it felt wrong. You weren't an affectionate person but Frank was, it was sort of one-sided. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

No one from the rest of your friends knew what had become of your friendship with Frank. You just thought it wasn't something that should be revealed. It was like your and Frank's little secret. You had to admit, the thrill only made the sex better.

Whenever the both of you went out with other people, the tension was there and it was fun. It was fun trying to brush off the way Frank's hand would steal touches from your waist, or how he'd subtly squeeze your thigh. The looks you exchanged from across the room; how Frank's "fuck me" eyes were meant for you and only you.

Things like that made you feel a certain type of way. But you never dwelled on it, or at least, you thought you didn't.

-

"Yeah, fuck...just like that, baby."

Frank's fingers dug deeply into the skin of your ass as he guided your hips. You gripped onto the back of the couch as you bounced on his cock, head thrown back from pleasure as Frank suckled one of your nipples. You could feel each of his fingers pressing down against your skin, it's probably going to leave bruises again.

"Frank, shit. I'm close." you panted against the skin of his neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close.

Frank grunted and took your face in between his palms, forcing you to look at him as he began to thrust his hips upwards, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you.

"Wanted to see you like this ever since." he breathed out, pressing his lips against your open mouth.

"Wanted you since we met, d'you know that?" he asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back so he could nibble on your throat.

You shook your head and gripped his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin as you continued to ride his cock, "God, Frank...so close." you moaned.

You felt Frank's lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his fingers gripping your hair to keep you in place as his other hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it to help you reach your climax.

Every single time he touched you, you felt like your entire body was on fire. You felt the most alive, the most free whenever Frank fucked you. Maybe because he was truly gifted in bed or maybe he just knew your body and how to make it sing.

Or maybe it was because of the way he looked at you whenever you fall apart for him. Like he only had eyes for you, like it was only you that he could see.

Sweaty bodies and hoarse voices, the smell of smoke and sex lingering in the air. It was such a familiar ambiance by now. You liked how the aftermath of fucking Frank was never awkward, if any, it was a comfortable experience with the both of you just talking casually about how each other's day went.

"So I'm talking to this girl..." Frank said, turning you around so he could spoon you. Oh, the irony of the intimacy and conversation.

"Where'd you meet this girl?" you asked.

"Tinder." Frank snorted before pressing a kiss on your nape. "No, but she's different. I don't know, there's something about her."

You merely hummed in response.

"Think I might ask her out."

The first sting. The first realization. The first denial.

You should've said no. You should've known better.

-

The art exhibit wasn't a flop, but you wouldn't call it a success either. When you got a call from the organizer asking whether they can include your paintings in the exhibit, you said yes instantly. What can you say? You were a struggling artist who was seeking validation.

But now that you stood in front of your works with barely ten people attending the one-day exhibit, you thought that this wasn't a validation. It felt like a wake up call that maybe, art wasn't your calling and that you should probably give up on your dream.

"These are amazing."

You were on the verge of breaking down when you heard his voice. Turning around, you were surprised to see Frank. He was nodding his head as he approached you, his eyes scanning each of your painting.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work." you asked.

Frank gave you a face, "Did you really think I'd miss out on your first exhibit?" he said and pulled you into a warm embrace.

"I'm proud of you." he whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

One validation from Frank was all it took for the walls to crumble down. He was the one who had been there for you all along and that was why you completely trusted him.

Frank will never hurt you, he'll never bring you down.

Or so you thought.

-

"Do you love me?"

It was a question that was supposed to make you think. But you didn't, because even before Frank decided to ask you that, you already had your answer.

You knew your answer for the longest time now, but decided to lock it into a box that you kept in the deepest part of your heart. It remained there unbothered and almost forgotten, up until this point.

That's why it was so easy for you to respond to it without even batting an eye.

"Yes."

It was too late when you realized that you had just admitted that you were in love with Frank. But you felt like it was the right time for you to bring out the key to that box, open it and just set your truth free.

They said that the truth will set you free, but why does it feel like it only imprisoned you?

"Shit, I was kidding." Frank said, his face panicked and body stiff from your unexpected admission.

Before you could even say something, Frank let out a nervous laugh as he ran his hand through his locks. "Wow, I didn't...are you serious?" he asked again.

It took you everything to brush off the pain, "Yeah, but it's no big deal. Come on." you shook your head and forced out a breathy chuckle.

Frank heaved out a deep sigh, "Fuck, I was messing with you. Are you sure it's fine? I mean, would this change anything?" he asked.

You deadpanned, "No, Frank. It wouldn't change anything. Like I said, get over it. It's not like I'm in love with you. I just love you...if that makes sense? You're my friend." you explained, more like lied.

"Look, it's not like I'm unattracted to you. I like you, I like spending time with you. It's just that I sort of don't see myself committing to you."

It didn't sink in to you immediately, Frank's statement. You didn't pay it any mind because again, you knew Frank. He wasn't one to commit so that was fine, you understand where he was coming from. It's not like you were going to force yourself on him too. But then you accidentally glanced at his phone and saw the messages he'd been exchanging with a certain someone.

When r u coming home?

In a little while, Daph

That night, Frank's statement hit you like a ton of bricks but again, you chose to deny what you actually felt. It's fine.

You're fine.

-

You should've said no. You should've known better.

Those words rang in your ears on the day that you found out. Your body turned cold, your vision blurred and your head spun. You'd never experienced hurt and anger like this, the kind that consumed you.

The kind that made you realized and admit that fuck, you'd truly fallen for Frank only for him to break your heart.

It didn't help that you were having such a terrible day at work. And Frank was so sweet to ask you whether you wanted to meet up with him. Not for sex, but to talk. The sex came rarely recently and was replaced with wholesome trips to the grocery, shit like that.

You knew there was something special going on. Even after he told you that he didn't see himself being with you, there was something.

Apparently, that something was just an assumption. Because when you asked Frank to meet you up that night, he said he couldn't and needed to be somewhere. That he'd meet with you the next day instead, a promise.

But then you saw him post a photo of him and Daphne. And it made your blood boil.

u back together?

No. Not really, been trying to fix it but u know how it is.

if ur trying to fix it with her then im out, frank

Wait what? Hey, are u mad?

r u fucking serious? u knew i love u and u come here parading ur ex, what the fuck is that all abt?

Shit, hey. Look, let's talk later, okay? Im out, will txt u when Im free.

Frank didn't text you back for the rest of the day.

-

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

Were you regretting it? Yes. Sometimes.

You didn't know which hurt the most, the fact that Frank kept you in the dark while he was trying to patch things up with his ex, or that he considered you his best friend and still chose to break your heart.

He knew you the best, your relationship and trust issues and out of all the people, he really had to be the one to fuck you up the most. You trusted him so much, trusted him not to hurt you. Hell, if he doesn't want to commit then that's fine. But for him to treat you like a second option? Fuck that.

For him to confuse you with his actions, the intimacy...were all of those even real? All the times he came to your support when you had no one, when he was there for you on days you felt alone. What were those? He made you feel so fucking special, like it was possible to actually turn the friendship into something more than just fucking.

All this time you thought it was one-sided because you never actually showed Frank how much you meant to him the same way he did to you. Turned out that it was one-sided, but only because you were the only one who fell.

The following day, you received a voicemail from Frank. You pondered whether you were ready to listen to it but at the same time, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was pretty stupid, he fucked you up and there was no excuse for that. But the friendship you had with him had a strong hold on you.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. That was my mistake." he started off. "I thought that this was really just sex and having fun, but I want you to know that I like you. I really do, you're special to me. Please give me a chance to make things right. Daph and I...I want to end things with her. Please stay, I don't know what I'd do without you."

“I just didn’t expect that you’d end up falling for me, I mean shit. You know the real me, how fucked up I am when it comes to relationships. Just please...please stay?”

Did you stay? Sort of. But you kept your distance, didn't meet up with Frank after that and only responded to his texts occasionally. Did he end things with Daph?

He didn't.

He said he would but instead, they got back together.

It was fucking selfish of Frank to ask for you to stay only for him to get back together with his ex. It'd be better for him to just slap you in the face then.

Being told that he couldn't see himself committing to you but then going back with his ex was the cherry on top. God, if that didn't mess up with your self-worth.

You totally stopped talking to Frank, ignored his texts and calls. You stayed away from him, tried to get over him and eventually, you did. But you'd be lying if you said that he never left an effect on you. Because he did, Frank did a number on you and it would take you a long fucking time to completely recover from the damage he inflicted on you.

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

And that's okay, because there's nothing wrong with taking risks and ending up in heartbreak.

You live, you love and you learn.

-

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the five chances you give him (5)

pairing: suna x f!reader

note: this is the last chapter! i hope you all enjoyed :)

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part five: rin became rintaro; then it became suna

"oh baby... nobody said that it was going to be easy." mei cooed, her voice softer than usual. she repeatedly kissed the top of your head as you cried into her lap.

"i k-know but.." you spoke through your sobs, snot along your sleeves. "i-i really hoped t-that he would ch-change.."

it's been just over two months since you've started changing your behaviour around rin, but he didn't seem to react to it—no, he may have changed, but only a bit. it wasn't enough.

you knew that this was unavoidable, and that it had to be done. the longer it takes for you to get this over with, the longer it will take for you to get over it.

so when mei sent you home that night, she reassured you that it will all be worth it in the end, and that you will find someone better.

but the fact that he was waiting for you at the same table that you used to wait at, every single night, didn't help at all.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

you stood there for a second with your shoes still on, and folded over with laughter.

his heart flutters. whens the last time you laughed in front of him?

"sorry," you sniffled through the laughter, the aftermath from crying earlier doing you no justice. "it's just that i used to sit in that same chair, waiting for you to come home, you know?"

hesitating for a moment, he decided on getting up and walking over to you, although he didn't know what to do.

"y/n." he's looking down at you now, resisting the urge to reach out and take hold of your hands.

"rintarou."

now that caught both of you off guard.

it slipped out without a second thought on your end, and you were visibly shocked.

as was suna, except he was more afraid than anything else. he knew what this meant—he was no longer rin to you, but rintarou.

he should be grateful though, because he knew what eventually might come next. he knew that it wouldn't be rintarou for long, and that as soon as it changes, it would be over; everything would be over.

"were you crying?" he whispers, reaching out to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. except you wouldn't let him, grabbing his wrist in time. God—mei would be so proud; as would that kind lady from the cafe.

"why should you care?" you spat, letting go of his wrist to remove your shoes.

"because im your boyfriend." he said, although you didn't miss the quiver in his voice from that last word, as if he wasn't so sure anymore.

you move past him and head straight for the bathroom; but suna didn't miss it. he heard what you mumbled on your way out—and it had him slumped against the wall (when you were out of sight, that is)

his fists are clenched and his heart is beating a little too fast, but he can't get his mind off of what you said.

"yea, well not for long"

five words, and yet they seemed to foreshadow his future.

-

there were two possible reasons that you could be waking him up at 10 in the morning.

you were either waking him up to tell him that it was over, and that you were leaving, or that it was over, and that he had to leave.

turns out there was a third reason.

"do you have practice today?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

"yeah.. why?" he got up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. its been a while since you last entered this room, moving all your things to the guest room.

"oh. nevermind." you make a gesture to leave but he panics and grabs your arm. this could be an opportunity, and he wasn't about to lose it.

"i could um.. take the day off." he nods his head.

"are you sure?" when he nods his head yet again, your features soften.

"okay, well get dressed. i feel like going to a theme park."

you leave the room before he has a chance to answer, but he complies anyways.

his mind wanders to the picture that he broke in the heat of the moment awhile back—the one where you were both smiling at an amusement park, kids laughing in the bakground.

-

"let's go on that one!" you exclaim, pointing at the rollercoaster.

a soft grin takes over your face—and while it may not be your typical energetic one, at least it was still there.

now, suna wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters. he prefered to have you go on them, while he took the photos, but today's been the first time in a while that he's actually seen you happy, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you've been here all day, and it was already pretty dark, so they might be closing soon anyways.

when the cart had finally come back around, you and rin got on, with a guy slipping in on your side.

"you guys here together?" he asked, looking over you to make eye contact with suna.

you nodded, and he chuckled.

"im here with my girlfriend, but she doesn't like roller coasters as much as i do."

now you and him are making small talk, and suna is resisting the urge to tell the guy to shut up, and to go back to his own girlfriend.

when the ride finally starts, he feels relieved, even slipping his hand into your own.

your hand tenses, and he looks up to find a look of guilt soaked into your features.

he quickly unravels his hand from yours, settling it into his lap and looking away. he got too carried away to remember that a day of rides and fun wasnt enough to fix his mistakes.

as the ride starts climbing upwards, fear pumps through his veins.

he shuts his eyes, dreading the fall.

when it finally came, he opened his eyes and hugged himself to keep from screaming.

he looks over to you, and his heart does that thing again—it flutters.

with your hands in the air, your screams adorning his ears, he fell in love. all over again.

the moonlight caressed your pretty features as your eyes shut in pure bliss, and suna found tears falling out of his own.

the tears fell but he didn't sob—not once. you didn't look his way either—not once.

instead he looked away, quickly wiping the tears before someone could catch him. he missed this; he missed you.

when you two got off the ride later, he wonders if you would ever go to another theme park with him.

-

when you decide to leave, suna finds an employee walking around the park with a polaroid camera.

he asks him to take a picture of you, and places it in his wallet. he can't break it this time.

suna misses the look of guilt that slips past your face, as if it were never there.

-

when the car pulls into the parking lot, and you both get out, suna realizes that you weren't walking beside him.

he panics and turns around, where he finds you smiling. tears in your eyes.

"thank you for today, suna."

he freezes. he can't move anymore. he can't think.

"don't be silly. let's go inside." he's walking again, but when he doesn't hear a second set of footsteps, the tears wash over him.

"why aren't you coming?" his voice cracks as the tears stream down his face.

"i'm going to mei's. it's-it's over." you smile, wiping continuously at your eyes.

"y/n please, we can talk about this." he's running over to you, taking hold of your shoulders as he bends down to make eye contact. "we're fixable, okay? i promise we are." he doesn't make move to wipe away the tears that are falling.

you wipe away his tears, pulling him into a hug. "i'm so sorry."

he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, afraid of having you slip out of his grasp. "please, don't leave me. i'll do anything, just give me another chance. i need you."

you wriggle out of his arms, and his fists clench at his sides.

"i gave you chances. i gave you too many. i have to go."

you're running now, and he can't decide if he should run after you or not. has he not caused you enough pain?

instead, he falls to his knees and cries.

that was it. he lost you—he lost everything.

the polaroid picture was burning a hole through his wallet.

-

when he finally musters up the courage to check the guest room a few days later, he sees all your things packed up in boxes.

you had it all planned out, didn't you?

-

when mei comes later that day to pick up your things, she finds suna curled into a ball on the guest room floor.

"suna. wake up."

his eyes open slowly, and she finds them red, his eyebags puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

"is y/n gonna come back?" he asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

mei shakes her head, and suna cries again.

she looks away, thanking the heavens that she wasn't in a relationship. she couldn't help but pity him as she collected her best friend's things, suna's sobs as a sort of background noise.

she couldn't be surprised—the lost of your entire world was enough to make any grown man cry.

-

heartbreak isn’t easy, but suna’s heart hurts without you. where he sleeps, where he bathes, it all reeks of your touch.

you’re everywhere here, all memories playing back to him like a movie. he’s reminded of you, and recovering addicts don’t test themselves; they dont stay around said addiction to see if they can restrain themselves.

and so suna moves out, running from the place that you’ve drenched in your presence.

he leaves the polaroid picture on the table.

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reminder i'm sage i used to be notplanningshit until i accidentally deleted my blog so now im reposting my works!

info: quackity x reader, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, no warnings

on frizzy hair and the pursuit of perfection

Intellectually, in the rational side of your brain, you know that what you’re feeling is stupid.

You see the Instagram posts talking about the importance of self-affirmation and mental health. You see the tweets saying that people are more than their family’s perception of them. You realize that having a condescending and judgmental family is almost a right of passage for your generation.

These are all things you know, intellectually. But knowing something intellectually does jack shit for actually convincing your heart of whatever you know. You can yell at yourself all you want, but it’s clearly not your rational brain making you tear up at yet another text from your dad that was along the lines of “cool, could be better, though.”

You just want someone, just once, to celebrate an achievement with you. You want to be excited to share something with someone, without fear of them scoffing in the face of your pride and excitement. In your family- hell, in the world, certainly- someone has always done better, and you’re damn sure to be reminded of such.

It’s been years of this same behavior, ever since you can remember. It’s not just your dad, either, it’s your whole family- aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. The whole town you grew up in had this haughty, arrogant air about it, where everyone was constantly competing, even if there was no reason for it. Take the hardest classes, get the least sleep, get the biggest scholarship. Even your friends would flex their better test scores at you, and refuse to help you with the homework, in case you somehow got a better score on a test than them. You know it’s how they were raised, they’re just a product of their environment and don’t know how bad it hurts, but it still stung then, and probably always will. You’re still in contact with a few of them, and it’s just more of the same whenever you exchange a handful of quick texts every couple months.

You know you should stop giving information about your achievements to them, but when your dad texts and asks how you are, there’s not much you can reply with other than “good, got a promotion at work!” From there, it’s a slippery slope of him asking what new benefits you got, and then the judgmental few moments where the gray dots disappear and reappear while he tries to compose his thoughts about your inadequacy in the least-abrasive way a middle-aged man can. That is to say, not un-abrasively at all. In fact, his words are often delivered with the finesse of low-grit sandpaper on soft wood.

Well, could be more. Work harder and maybe you’ll get an increase next month. I got a lot of bonuses at work when I was your age. All you have to do is take the bad shifts and get some good customer reviews. You’ll get there.

You stare at the fresh new message on your phone screen before clicking it off with a bone-deep sigh, your eyes betraying your rational side by, again, tearing up. You shove the heels of your hands into your eyes and rub until the tears are forced away and you see spots.

That’s how Alex finds you, sat on the foot of your shared bed with your hands rubbing fiercely at your eyes. He’s probably just come to grab a hoodie- the setting sun brings with it a cool breeze that washes through your open windows and cools the house from the warmth it’d gathered from the day’s sun.

“You good?” He asks, opening his closet door and pulling out a hoodie. He wrestles it on over his head as he waits for your response- when he pushes his head out the other end, hair mussed and static-y, you still haven’t answered. “Baby?”

He comes and sits down next to you. Your eyes, red-rimmed but still dry, track his movements before flicking to catalog every tuft of disheveled hair protruding from his head. With a superficial smile, you reach up to smooth his long, black locks back and down into place. It doesn’t matter; he’s going to slip on a beanie sooner or later, but for now, you distract yourself by combing gentle fingers through the soft strands.

“Not that I don’t appreciate this,” Alex murmurs, brown eyes searching your face for an answer to what has you upset. “But what’s wrong?”

“Just my dad,” you whisper, not trusting your voice not to crack. You avoid his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed stubbornly on his hair as you finish your work. “There. You looked like a hedgehog.”

He huffs a little laugh, but scoots closer to you and grabs a hand out of your lap- you’d curled your hands into tight fists, your nails digging little red crescents into your palm. He uncurls the hand he’s holding and reaches for the other, but you save him the work by instead grabbing onto your own thigh tightly, redirecting the frustration. He rubs small circles into the aching skin of your other palm while he waits for you to gather yourself and explain, now that the ice has been broken on the topic.

“He always acts like whatever I do is just not quite good enough for him. They all do- him, my mom, even my fucking friends.” You rub your free hand down your face, trying to alleviate some tension. It does not work. “I don’t know why I’m still upset. They’ve been doing it forever.”

“That’s probably why you’re still upset. You hope they’d grown up enough to stop doing that.” Alex presses his thumb into the center of your palm. It grounds you, and you swallow around the lump in your throat.

“It’s not even a matter of immaturity- it’s not as simple as a pissing contest. It’s just who they are. They don’t think perfection exists, but they want me to achieve it anyways.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. That sounds exhausting.”

He sounds so sincere, so genuine, like the idea of you being treated this way is deeply upsetting to him. You’d never really… experienced that. Someone recognizing your struggle, and admitting that it must fucking suck is something you’d never been graced with.

His brow is furrowed in a display of concern, eyes gentle and searching. He’s not lying, he means what he said, and he’s not going to follow it up with a “but-,”.

Eyes beginning to sting again, you lean forward until you’re resting your forehead on his shoulder. The soft fabric of his hoodie immediately calms you, along with the warmth you can feel emanating from him. It makes sense, after all, that the personification of pure sunshine would have such warmth about them.

Alex scoots forward, gathering you more closely in his arms, his legs awkwardly folded so that you can sit right in front of him. His hands come up to hold you, one fisting in the fabric of your sweatshirt, and the other resting on the back of your neck, gentle, but firm. You let out a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. Not going to cry.

“I got a promotion at work,” you mutter, taking a long, deep breath. You brace yourself, waiting for a dismissive response. “That’s what set my dad off- I got- he-.”

Your voice cracks, and you trail off with a small sigh, clutching at Alex’s hoodie even tighter. It’s thick and soft under your fingers, and you knead at it like a cat.

“A promotion?! Baby, that’s amazing!” Alex pulls back just enough to take a glance at you, his own expression steeling from excitement back to sadness as he sees that you are still fighting back tears. “Sweetheart, I think you’re the only person to ever cry after getting a promotion.”

A little laugh escapes your chest, huffy and wet, but still a laugh. Alex’s lips curl into a smile as he reaches up to smooth back some of your stray hairs, like you’d done for him a moment or two ago. You smile, reaching up to intercept his hand, and lace the two of you’s fingers together.

He squeezes your hand where it’s resting in his grip, looking at your linked fingers briefly. “Also, your family is wrong.”

“About what specifically?” You huff, wiping at your eyes for hopefully the final time.

“About perfection not existing. It does, and I know exactly what it looks like.” Despite the serious words, Alex is fighting back a smile. You narrow your eyes at him, already anticipating the next thing he’s going to say. “It looks like you, dumbass.”

You groan, feeling a hot blush rise to your cheeks immediately. You tip forward to bury yourself in Alex’s neck, this time hiding your flustered face and stupidly happy grin.

“I can feel your smile against my neck, you know.”

“Oh, fuck off-.”

With the hand that’s on the back of your neck, Alex coaxes you out of hiding just to press a kiss to your forehead. “Really. I am proud of you. I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me about your achievements because of what your family has done to you.”

“Okay,” you whisper again, voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

He hums in response, tilting his head and looking at you with what can only be described as pure fondness in his eyes. Then, he leans down to meet you for a delicate kiss, and your eyes finally stop stinging.

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