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ayaboba · 5 months

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DAY 3: IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ❅⋆⍋

summary: a cozy vacation spent in another nation

characters: neuvillette, xiao, baizhu, wanderer, ayato, kaeya, childe, lyney, albedo, zhongli, wriothesley, venti, diluc, alhaitham, kazuha.

notes: locations handpicked by me!! these are general days in another nation, you’re not really doing anything too exhilarating, total wc: 1.8k.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ dreamy december event masterlist

mondstadt, starfell lake - neuvillette, xiao, baizhu

Breezy and wide plains on the tops of jagged mountains, carrying a sweet breeze of berries and dandelions. Mondstadt, the nation of freedom, stole the hearts of numerous travelers, with its homely and cozy atmosphere, frolicking the winds all around Teyvat and coaxing the interest of many.

It was Mondstadt’s virtue that first drew him in. Freedom, peace, and comfort, the only things he has ever hoped, wished, yearned with every fibre of his being. Mondstadt sounded like a long-awaited exhalation of air, to finally breathe in a new breath of fresh opportunities and beginnings.

The earliest beams of sunshine crept through the sheer curtains.

If it were any other day, you’d let out a vexed groan before rolling to the other side. But today, today was another day in Mondstadt, and you’d be stupid to let any of the time go to waste.

Shoving the curtains aside, you observe in awe as Starfell Lakes glimmers like a pool of sapphire diamonds or like a flutter of fairies, their pixiedust sprinkling a bit of happiness into your day.

“It really is so beautiful here.”

The abrupt voice startles you for a split second. “Don’t creep up on me like that,” faux disappointment lacing your voice. He mutters a quiet apology before letting out a faint smile, interchangeably switching his gaze from you to the lake.

“Should we go outside?”

You nod in agreement, the excitement rejuvenating you even further. “If it’s this spectacular from afar, can you imagine how majestic it must be up close?”

“Very majestic,” he repeats, leading you both out the door.

liyue, jueyun karst - wanderer, ayato, kaeya

Dizzying peaks and swirling mists convey an atmosphere of grandeur and mystique, alluring visitors and their fascination towards the beauty of Jueyun Karst, rumoured to be the abode of the adepti, typically unreachable by mortals. Yet, there was always an abundance of people willing to test their luck and willpower, returning to tell dramatic tales of exaggerated perils and glory. Even so, there were still facts that none could deny about the quiet abode, namely, the distinctive tranquility fusing within its clouds.

It’s truly hard to believe that you weren’t a figure in a watercolor painting. Soft brushes of orange, yellow, and green leaves dance in the chilly breeze. The sound of approaching footsteps quickly snaps you out of your afternoon reverie as you turn your head towards a familiar face.

He greets you with an unsually innocent, lighthearted wave, accompanied with an intriguing wrapped basket. It doesn’t take much to piece together the pieces and present an overall message, not that he tried very hard to conceal it. Perhaps this vacation has muddled up parts of his cognitive functions.

“How are you feeling?” he inquires, the question evoking some sort of suspicion within you. “Hungry? Bored?” he continues, appearing oblivious to your raised eyebrows.

“…both?” you reply, a little confused and hesitant. “I won’t say no to some lunch.”

“Perfect, I found just the place.”

inazuma, chinju forest & grand narukami shrine - childe, lyney, albedo

Luminous flowers hidden deep in the forests, fragrant cherry blossoms lining the streets of Inazuma—the diverse variation of natural features that Inazuma beholds captivates the interest of those seeking something different, a thirst for something that simply cannot be found anywhere else.

Chinju forest, a secluded area of glowing streams and blooms, far enough from the attention of the city, and close enough to the allure of the grand shrines, a more than ideal option.

In the space of Chinju Forest, day was like night, and night was like day. There was really no hourglass here, where time ambled, the grains of sand dripping one at a time. It unlocked a rare sense of bliss, where no-one was obliged to be anything or do anything.

Despite the strong desire to explore the all-imposing Grand Narukami Shrine, the sheer amount of the flight of stairs that you needed to overcome was already giving you second thoughts.

“…Please don’t tell me…there’s more,” he groans, almost succumbing to his knees and screaming up at the sky. “How many stairs do you think we’ve walked up so far? I’ll say at least two hundred, maybe even two fifty.”

No words leave your mouth; there’s none in your head either; all you feel is a growing agonising pain in your calves and thighs. Short, tired pants take turns exiting your body, and you glance up at the new set of stairs—hopefully the last.

“Yeah, me too,” he replies, nodding understandingly as he recovers and hands you a bottle of chilled water. “Take your time, this is going to be a long one.”

After about ten minutes, you both set off again. To your utter confusion, he seems so energised, sprouting encouraging comments in the midst of silence. You’re thankful for the cheers of reassurance, but all that’s needed is a good night's rest under those glowing flowers and twinkling fireflies.

You don’t even realise for a good minute that you’ve reached the top. The sweat pooling along your clothes is an indicator of your mood—exhausted and sore all over.

Your name rings over the few other people gathered at the shrine as he eagerly hands you a fortune slip.

“Read it out loud; apparently it’s quite accurate.”

Modest Fortune: Clouds cover half the moon and the fog is thick.

Above you is the mood shrouded by cloud. Ahead of you, everything is engulfed by fog.

Though the way ahead seems unclear at the moment, all will become clear when the time comes.

Take this opportunity to improve yourself while waiting for the clouds to clear.

You’re not sure how to feel.

sumeru, port ormos - zhongli, wriothesley, venti

Port Ormos holds everything.

Marketing secrets, priceless treasures, and an aromatic scent of homemade dishes crafted with exotic spices and herbs, carrying through the refreshing winds of nearby seawater. It’s enticing—everything from the cultural architecture to the species of trees. Despite its prominence throughout Teyvat, it’s not as overcrowded as you originally thought it to be. Of course, it’s still busy, but everyone mostly keeps to themselves as they go on with their usual lives. At every new turn, you find yourself enamoured by the great variety of stores, keen to explore every inch of them, no matter how unrealistic that goal may appear.

Someone who’s probably more excited about being in the Port Ormos was probably the person trailing by your side. Out of the blue, he’d point and mutter an interesting fact, or occasionally go up to the store owner with a handful of questions, as you stood awkwardly behind him. It’s quite fine by you, though; the several friendships he’s established with owners have brought in handy discounts and bonuses.

“We should try out that new waterside restaurant,” he says one evening as you walk hand-in-hand by the docks, admiring the warm tones of a summer sunset blending together over the borders of clouds. “One of the vendors told me they have a special on Sundays.”

“Ah, a special,” you hum, amused. “Is that what caught your eye?”

“Special things always catch my eye,” he replies, a mischievous smile spreading on his face. “Would you like an example before we enter?”

You arrive at the entrance of the restaurant, and like mentioned, it boasts a stunning view of the clear and pristine waters, lapping at the edge.

There are floral garlands with small lights slithering across the corners of the ceilings, lit with blazing lamps, soft crackles of the flame add to the intimate atmosphere.

“If you insist, then sure,” you answer to his previous question. Your attention is more focused on searching the restaurant for a waiter to call.

“I think they might be standing right beside me.”

fontaine, elynas - diluc, alhaitham, kazuha

The cosmos present themselves in the elegant fashion of being subtle yet imperial, with millions of sparkling stars sprinkling all across Fontaine’s heavens, effortlessly illuminating the world underneath.

The pale streaks of moonlight gleam down onto the cascading waters and the array of flowers and shrubs, casting a magical afterglow that creates a bewitching sense of enchantment, like you were an illustration in an ancient storybook lost as the ages gone by.

Have you ever tried to paint at night? To become a midnight muse?

Cutting through the stillness were the delicate strokes of brushes on a canvas. It’s a smooth and soft sound, as the colours glide and complement each other.

You’re sitting opposite each other, one the muse of another.

With an air of finality, he looks up at you with a satisfied expression on his face as he begins to pack away the paintbrushes and palettes. Whether he’s content with his product is unknown. Nothing about his face or mannerisms convey an emotion, unless if you count the usual peaceful visage.

“Are you close to finishing?” he asks politely as he packs away the last of his equipment. “It’s alright if you haven't; those mountains aren’t exactly easy to get in the right shape.”

He’s right; the intricacies of Fontaine’s environment are undeniably striking and tedious to replicate, from the very details of the petals to the shade of grass.

You add the last few finishing touches before giving it one last, fleeting look.

“I’m finished.”

As you mutter those two words, something stirs in the air. The world suddenly feels so vastly beautiful, and this particular point in time feels so perfectly sacred that it couldn’t have been a mere coincidence, and you know it’s not.

You know that this very moment, this very vacation, this very night—you know that he must’ve planned this all along.

It was so sweet.

“Show me yours,” you suggest, crossing one leg over the other. Everything feels a thousand times more divine; everything feels so much more meaningful that it's imbedded into your head, in your guts; there's a doubt on whether it will ever leave.

“What’s got you so happy all of a sudden?” he asks lightheartedly. “Don’t raise your expectations too high; I can’t be an exception for everything.”

You’re just smiling, beaming up at the glittering stars, forever grateful for all the light they’ve bestowed upon you, because it’s been a while since you’ve last told them thank you.

Their splendour radiates down to your face; iridescent shimmers twinkle in the tears unknowingly sliding down your face.

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #neuvillette x reader #xiao x reader #baizhu x reader #wanderer x reader #ayato x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #lyney x reader #albedo x reader #zhongli x reader #wriothesley x reader #venti x reader #diluc x reader #alhaitham x reader #kazuha x reader #anya writes ✧.*

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lev1hei1chou · 2 months

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A Future With You

Nanami x reader Genre: Fluff. Full of love. Words: 1.7k Synopsis: Nanami builds a future Part 1 Masterlist

It had been a whirlwind of emotions ever since the Shibuya incident. The decision to leave it all behind in Japan and move to Malaysia was definitely not an easy one, but navigating through it all was much better with Nanami. Him and you found comfort in each other's company, growing closer and with every single day that passed by. The past of Tokyo were behind you, and the two of you decided to start anew in the peaceful beauty of Malaysia.

The vibrant landscapes provided the perfect backdrop for your budding romance. After a year and a few months of healing and building a life together slowly, the day finally arrived when Nanami suggested a special trip to a secluded beach.

Little did you know that it would turn into a day you would remember forever.

As the golden sun dipped below the horizon, casting pretty hues of orange across the sky, Nanami took your hand gently and led you to a quiet spot on the beach. The melodious sound of waves and the warm breeze worked together to create a magical atmosphere.

"Love, this place is beautiful," you remarked, gazing at the picturesque scenery.

He smiled warmly, his eyes brimming with affection for you. "Just like you."

Your cheeks flushed as he pulled you into an embrace. The warm sand beneath your feet and the air complimented what Nanami had planned. With a soft expression, he knelt down, taking out a small velvet box from his pocket.

"Y/N, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" Nanami asked, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, unable to find words. Nanami took your hand in his and gently slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your love.

A few weeks later, the two of you decided to make it official. In a quaint Malaysian village, surrounded by greenery, you exchanged vows in an intimate ceremony. With only your neighbours and the friends you made in Malaysia as the audience, it was a celebration of love and a promise to a future together.

As you walked hand in hand through a cute little park after the ceremony, Nanami couldn't help but steal glances at you. The love in his eyes spoke volumes, and you couldn't be happier.

"I'm glad we chose Malaysia," Nanami whispered, his voice full of gratitude.

"Me too," you replied, leaning onto his broad shoulders. "Our love has reached a whole new level here."

And that was the onset of a whole new chapter in your lives, which you were ready to cherish.

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Your husband had always been a pillar of strength, someone you can always rely on no matter what. After the Shibuya incident, you were able to teach him that even if he was strong, he always had you to rely on.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, it casted a warm glow over the blues of the Andaman Sea. You found yourselves on a secluded beach again, and this reminded you of the day he asked you to be his. The rhythmic sound of the waves evoked beautiful memories as you held Nanami's hand.

"Love," you said, your voice carrying a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This would be the perfect time to break the news. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

He turned to face you, his eyes as calm and steady as always. "What is it?"

You took a deep breath, a smile playing on your lips. "I went to the doctor today morning, and, well, it turns out we're going to be having a little one joining our lives soon."

Nanami's expression softened immediately, and a warmth flooded his eyes. For a moment, he simply looked at you in silence, processing the news. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

"That's great," he whispered, tearing up. His voice was filled with a rare tenderness. "We're going to be parents."

The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. The sound of the waves harmonized with the beating of your hearts. The whole atmosphere was laced with joy.

As the moon began to rise, casting a glow over the landscape, Nanami gently cupped your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Our journey is taking a new turn," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. "And I genuinely wouldn't want to navigate it with anyone else but you."

Together, you were ready to face the next chapter of your lives. It would certainly not be easy but you didn't mind.

In the weeks that followed, Nanami became even more attentive, his protective instincts kicking in. He made sure you were comfortable and took care of every detail, from prenatal vitamins to midnight cravings. Your anticipation grew day by day.

And as the days turned into months, Nanami's stoic exterior melted away more and more, revealing the depth of his affection for both you and the precious life growing inside you.

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the gentle breeze rustled the palm leaves as you and Nanami strolled through a local market in Kuala Lumpur. The vibrant colors of exotic fruits and the fragrant aroma of the spices in the area surrounded you. As you walked hand in hand, Nanami's gaze shifted to you, his eyes softening with a mixture of adoration and protectiveness.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Just a bit tired, but I'm okay."

Nanami's calm expression cracked into a small grin. "You should rest more. We can take a break and try some local snacks."

You agreed, finding a shaded spot to sit. Nanami carefully inspected the snacks before offering you a few choices. As you enjoyed the delicious flavors, his eyes never strayed far from you, his hand resting protectively on your growing bump.

Days turned into weeks, and as your pregnancy progressed, Nanami only became even more attentive. He made a habit of cooking nutritious meals for you, meticulously researching the best ingredients for the baby's development. The scent of all the ingredients mingled with the warmth of his love in the kitchen.

Late one evening, as the sun painted pretty shades of orange and pink, you found Nanami reading a baby care book. His brow furrowed in concentration, he looked up as you entered the room.

"Did you know the baby can hear us now?" he mused, placing a hand on your belly. "We should talk to them."

And so, the two of you spent quiet evenings, sharing your thoughts and dreams with the little one. Nanami's deep voice became a lullaby, soothing both you and the baby you were carrying.

As the days turned warmer, you decided to spend a weekend at Langkawi, an idyllic island off the coast of Malaysia. As you strolled on yet another beach, he held a shell to your ear, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Listen, it's like the heartbeat of the ocean," he said, his gaze softening as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The journey of parenthood was a rollercoaster that you loved. IT brought about countless little moments – the first fluttering kicks that Nanami could feel, the late-night cravings for unique and questionable dishes, and the shared excitement of picking out baby clothes at the stores.

In the quiet moments, when the world felt still, Nanami would place his hand on your belly, feeling the movements of the baby. His eyes would meet yours, filled with an undeniable warmth and love, as if every beat of their tiny heart strengthened the bond that held the three of you together in this journey of a lifetime.

*************

After a really long break from the bustling lanes of Tokyo, you and Nanami, now a happy family with your little bundle of joy, decided to return to Japan. The decision to bring your baby back to where Nanami had confronted numerous challenges was met with a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

As you walked through Shibuya with the baby nestled in Nanami's arms, the familiar sights and sounds triggered memories of the Shibuya incident. Nanami's grip on the baby tightened protectively.

"I never thought I'd bring a little one back here," he admitted, his eyes looking around at the bustling city that surrounded you. "But it feels right with both of you by my side."

The news of your return spread pretty quickly among your friends and colleagues, creating a buzz of anticipation. Yuji, Megumi, and Gojo couldn't believe their eyes when they saw Nanami walking into the Jujutsu High School with a baby in his arms.

Yuji's eyes widened, and he practically sprinted towards you. "Nanamin, is that… a baby?"

Nanami nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Meet our little one."

Megumi, who had been maintaining his usual calm demeanor, couldn't hide the surprise. "You have a family now, Nanami sensei?"

Gojo, always one for the dramatics, grinned. "Well well well, Nanami, didn't think you had it in you to be a family man."

Nanami's gaze met Shoko's, who had been observing from a distance. She approached with a gentle smile. "Congratulations, you two. I never thought I'd see the day Nanami would be carrying a baby around."

As the news settled in, the initial shock turned into a chorus of cooing and adoration for the little one. Gojo, despite his playful teasing, couldn't resist making silly faces to entertain the baby, while Yuji and Megumi took turns holding the little bundle.

Amidst the laughter and warmth, Nanami stood with a sense of contentment, watching his friends interact with the newest addition to your family. The baby, in turn, seemed to sense the affection around them and responded with tiny giggles and curious looks.

"I suppose it's not just us who missed Japan," Nanami whispered to you, his hand finding yours as he surveyed the scene.

Returning to Japan had become a heartwarming reunion for Nanami, not just with his friends but also with the place that had built and shaped him.

More A/N: You can decide the gender of your baby! And I've mentioned that they returned implying that Nanami had healed from the past with the help of his family and new changes.

@connorsui, your reblog inspired me to write this, so thank you!

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lacedinweb22 · 8 months

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Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Chapter 2: Night Terror ✮⁺₊

Miguel O'Hara x reader prev part

Your neighbor is strange, to say the least. Miguel O’Hara: Alchemax’s newest scientist, genius, most sought-after bachelor … and according to your wildest suspicions … a vampire?

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He waits for you, standing tall in front of your apartment door. He's got a motorcycle jacket on, a dark navy t-shirt under, tasteful worn out jeans, and he's carrying a box full of your room decor; it's like a manifestation of your 18 year old fantasy delivered right to your door.

You approach him. He looks down at you, offering a slanted smile, still standoffish, but you can tell he's trying.

He was a focused student then. He paid no mind to the eyes glued on him as he rushed to class, or maybe he was too oblivious to notice. Eyebrows knit together, as he rummaged through his notes, all while walking at the same time. He had very few friends, kept to himself, and was envied by his academic competition, so it made sense why he was the way he was. And it, of course, made you want him even more.

You scramble to pull your keys from your back pocket.

"Got them," you mutter nervously, avoiding eye contact with him. He tilts his head, watching you. You open the door, and he takes a step back to let you walk in first.

He follows behind you as you reach the kitchen counter.

"You can leave it right here. Thank you, Miguel," His name feels new, weird on your tongue, but you like it.

"No problem," he replies, placing the box on the counter. "So this is what it looks like in here," he says, surveying the spread of the place, as he takes his jacket off.

"Yep, this is it," you smile, watching him from the side, "Feel free to take a look around."

He's huge, and tall, way taller than you remember, but this is also the closest you've ever been to him. He runs a hand through his hair slowly, biceps flexing as he wanders around the barren apartment. He could destroy you. If you hadn't had a massive crush on him all this time, you'd think it insane to let a beast like him into your apartment.

But you admire him.

You take in this sight of Miguel. You know this is the only possible way the Miguel O'Hara would ever willingly come into your home.

You step back and watch his eyes explore your new home. His hair is tousled, and his outfit doesn't look like Alchemax attire.

You force yourself to talk; you don't know when you'll see him next.

"Did you just come back from work, or school?"

He tucks his hands into his front jean pockets, shaking his head.

"No, I was umm just out, running some errands," he says, looking you up and down.

Did you overstep? Or had he just not had the chance to fully look at you?

"Hey, you never told me your name," he says, eyebrows furrowing, as he walks up to you.

"Y/N," you blurt, looking up at him.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Pretty and hard to forget," he says, smiling down at you, as he slowly towers over you.

Seeing his real smile evokes your real smile immediately. His crimson eyes stare into yours; you could stare into them forever, if you weren't blushing and panicking internally.

"So you're my neighbor, huh. Perfect timing running into you on the stairs there," you say, breaking eye contact.

"Yeah, I don't ordinarily take the stairs, but today felt different ... just wanted to try something new,"

"So you ordinarily take the elevator?"

He tilts his head, "Yes, yeah the elevator."

You back away and head for the pile of boxes on the floor.

You ignore the fact that Miguel O'Hara is standing in your apartment. You have to start somewhere.

You kneel on the floor, looking through the boxes, trying to find a place to start.

He stands behind you, watching you, almost analyzing you. You look up at him to find him watching you intently, like he's trying to read your mind.

What is he thinking?

You look back at the boxes, pretending to be unfazed by his attention to you. You brush the hair out of your face, and take a deep breath, hoping the red in your cheeks will fade away.

"You look familiar," he mutters, crossing his arms.

You look familiar? To Miguel O'Hara?

You always thought there was a slight chance he was aware of your existence. You had one class with him; he was a TA and you were a student. It was a huge lecture hall, three hundred people. So he couldn't have. There's no way he ever noticed you sitting in the back of the class. He graded your work. That's all.

He consistently left thoughtful annotations on your work, notes that you read too much into, but they were always helpful and you found them ... sweet. You always aced your coursework, maybe here and there he marked you down a point for going above the word count, but you aced them nonetheless. And he saw that.

Maybe he does remember you and he's just fucking with you. In that case, you'll fuck him right back.

"I get that a lot," you mutter, looking back at the mess you're digging into.

"Hmm I'll figure it out," he says, shrugging confidently, like he's onto you. You've learned quite a bit about him today. The way he acts, the way he talks, how he carries himself. You've gotten a pretty generous glimpse into the new Miguel.

"You do that," you mutter.

You lift the box up from the floor and carry it to the restroom. He follows behind you. You're flattered but also slightly confused by how long he's been accompanying you.

You leave the box on the closed toilet seat, and begin to unpack your things onto the sink counter. Miguel stands in the doorway, watching.

His arms are crossed as he leans against the door frame. You look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his forearms bursting with muscle, his dark blue tee snug exposing the outline of his abs, his gray briefs peeking out under his jeans.

"You must really think you know me, stranger ... watching me unpack in my new home," you say sarcastically, looking up at his reflection.

"Yeah, I figure if I stick around a bit, it'll come to me, just need a bit more to work with," he shrugs.

You scoff. "Okay, let me know when it comes to you."

"I will," he says, nodding, his eyes still on you.

You hear a hard thump, then shuffling coming from the other side of the wall beside you, his apartment.

You both sharply turn to look at each other.

His eyes widen a bit; his stare becomes focused, he's trying to listen, figure out what that noise was. Shouldn't he know?

"You live with someone?" you ask, standing up straight to turn and face him, slightly alarmed by how loud the thump sounded.

"No ... I uh, I'm dog-sitting for a friend,"

"You're a terrible dog-sitter, over here bothering your neighbor instead of checking on the poor thing," you tease.

"Yeah, I'll go take care of him now," he says, standing up straight, then heading for the door. You follow behind him.

He grabs his jacket from the counter as you open the door for him. He stops right outside, between your two doors, his apartment being right across the hall, six feet in front of yours.

"It was nice meeting you," he says, nodding. He smiles, then begins to unlock his door, looking back at you, "And Y/N, if you ever need me, I'm right across the hall, so just knock, and I'll be here. Uhh except at night, I'm usually ... out, at work."

"Got it. Thanks," you smile, hiding behind your half-open door.

You watch as he unlocks the door, and opens it a few inches.

You hear a muffled whine. Neglected puppy.

"Shit," he breathes out.

He looks back at you eyebrows furrowed, then looks down and flinches, before looking up to flash you a forced small smile.

"Ha yeah, gotta help the little guy, I'll– uh I'll catch you later," he says, blocking the crack of his open door with his backside.

"Catch you later," you nod.

You both shut your doors.

︶꒦꒷ ❦︎ ꒷꒦︶

You've unpacked a bit, showered, and finally, after a long, exhausting day, night has fallen.

You curl up in bed, your room cold and empty, besides the little corner of the bed you occupy, lit up by the warm light your beloved stained glass lamp provides. Your eyes rest on the colors reflecting on the wall, as you reminisce about Miguel back in university, and the Miguel you met today.

Miguel O'Hara was in your apartment, talking to you, interested in what you had to say and who you were. Okay, but it's not like he's some huge celebrity, he's just a ... big deal in the science world ... and the biggest crush you've ever had.

He's not any cooler than you. He's not. You're cool. You're smart. You're hot.

The rain beats against the window, pattering and lulling you to sleep. You turn off your side lamp, and cover yourself up. You're exhausted from the move, and you know this is going to be some real deep sleep. You close your eyes and drift off.

You toss and turn, your deep sleep holding you hostage to nightmares of screams and glowing crimson eyes.

A muffled scream wakes you up. You sit up in pure darkness, sweating and breathing heavily. Was that a part of the dream? Or was that real?

You see a figure in the corner of the room. You squint, your vision blurry and recovering from your sleep.

The moonlight glows against the window, illuminating the wet rain beating against the glass, the noise pounding and disorienting you.

It’s Miguel.

The moonlight creeps in, lighting up the side of his face.

He's soaked. His t-shirt wet against his body, hair dripping onto his face. There's blood on his hands.

You quickly turn to pull the lamp on.

You turn back. He's gone.

You lay back down, ignoring what had just happened and accept it as a part of your dream.

You haven't gotten a full night's sleep in days. You're emotionally drained, physically drained, and extremely sleep deprived. You doze off to sleep.

That was the first night you dreamt of Miguel O'Hara, the first of many.

*✧･ﾟ

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months

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Buffed Brass and Baritones - An Arthur Shelby/Reader One Shot Story.

A bit of Arthur smut, besties? Yes. Why not. Inspired by a statement shared by my lovely @call-sign-shark earlier today. This is for you, babe!

(GIF credit - @edmundhoar)

Words - 1,114

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You’d never considered the Birmingham accent to be particularly sexy before, you had to admit. That was until Arthur fucking Shelby opened his mouth and let that rumbling baritone out, of course. Now, well... the man could recite something as simple as a grocery list to you and you’d probably come on the spot, such is your weakness for those deep, gritty tones.

“Are ya all finished, bab?” he asks as you meander outside of the back room door within The Garrison. “Everywhere nice and clean, is it?”

Instantly, your knees tremble. “Yes, Mr Shelby. Absolutely spotless.”

“Good.” His eyes rake over you, lips curling into a wide grin. “Then how’d ya fancy getting a bit dirty, eh?”

Did... did he really just proposition you?

“Well?” he barks, making you jump a little. “No good you standing there floundering like a bloody fish! Do you want me to fuck ya, or not?”

“I mean, yes, but...”

“Well then!” He rises from his seat, pointing in the direction of the bar. “Get your clobber off, go on!”

You know he’s loud and uncouth, but still, you’re taken by surprise, rooted to the spot, Arthur letting out a sigh as he reaches for you. “Fine, fucking fine! I’ll get your bloody clobber off!” Throwing you over his shoulder like a little rag doll, his big hand smacks hard against your bum, your squealing giggle filling the empty pub.

He seats you right at the very end of the bar, yanking you close, kissing you with all the passion and torrent of a storm, lithe body pressing to yours as his hands force your knees apart. Your shoes drop from your feet onto the floor, Arthur wasting no time in pulling your dress up.

Your eyes suddenly widen. “Shit! I’m not wearing my good knickers.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, raising an eyebrow at you as he yanks them off. “And now you’re wearing no knickers at all, bab.” Pushing your thighs apart, a rumble of desire sounds his throat as he sees your cunt splayed before him. “Blimey, ain’t you pretty.”

He dives straight in with no hesitation at burying his mouth against your folds, hungry tongue roving over you before settling to beat back and forth over your clit. Your hips rise, your mouth dropping open, staggered by the fast pace of it all. Arthur isn’t a man who entertains wasting time, though. Sex with him surely would never be any different.

He’s completely unrelenting with you, sucking on your bud greedily as he groans deep, the sound settling over your bones as the pleasure lights you up like a firework. His fingers sink into the soft of your thighs, eyes twinkling at you as he watches you enjoy it, smiling at you with a wink. “Like that, don’t ya?”

“Oh my bloody god!” you cry, you voice pinched tight. “How can anyone be so good with their tongue?”

He rumbles a chuckle. “Lots of practice, bab.” You don’t doubt that for a second. God, if he was yours, you’d never let him come up for air. He then slows, making you glimmer with long, flat licks, slowing until you begin to whine and shake.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, the tip of his tongue beating rapidly over your clit. “You’re drowning me.”

“Sorry,” you pant, feeling a little self-conscious.

He eyes you curiously, snorting a soft laugh. “Ain’t a a bad thing, love. Ain’t a bad thing at all.” He gives you a few more glimmer-evoking licks before straightening, hands moving to unhook his braces and undo his trousers. “I think you’re ready to get fucked now, beautiful.”

Pulling his cock out, he pushes straight into you… and in… and in… and…

“Jesus, Arthur!” you gasp, mouth falling open. “How bloody long is it?”

His grin is so snugly self-assured as he finally bottoms out, dragging back once more. “Long enough to make a donkey cry if I stood next to him naked.”

You laugh, and it turns into a shrill cry as he doesn’t hesitate in beginning to drive into you like a piston.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!” you grit, Arthur tossing your legs over his shoulders, smiling at how much you immediately love being on the receiving end of his long, hungry cock.

“Mmm, a pretty girl with a foul mouth,” he pants, turning his head to kiss your ankle. “My favourite kind.” Giving you the kind of pounding that has your screams filling the room, your body is shunted against the bar forcefully, your mouth hanging open in exclamation. He then slows, enjoying the hot, tight clutch of your cunt, his eyes falling to watch how his cock sparkles in the dim light, glazed in the velvet wet of you.

You can barely belive you’re doing it. You’re actually having sex with your boss, the man you’ve dreamed of for months. He is the sexual splendour you’ve always fantasised about, stroking your walls so deftly, so deeply, the power behind him barely contained. He leans to you, tugging your dress and bra down, his mouth raining kisses across your flushed chest, tongue seeking your nipples, circling slowly, slowly.

Adding a little more speed to each teasing thrust, he begins to stoke the bonfire of your pleasure, your flames crackling, feeling unmoored entirely. Your slippery walls flex around him in appreciation of his assailing, igniting you with the delicious depth of each thrust as you sheathe him, crying out, his hands bracketing your waist.

Something within him breaks at hearing your shrill wails, and once again he begins to pound into you with unmatched ferocity, giving you all that you craved, his self-control abandoned, his graveled groans intoxicating to your ears.

“Look how good you take it. Mmmm, yeah. What a fucking good girl.”

Everything is wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of you spiralling headlong into the kind of release that has your moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of your skin smacking together. It capsizes you, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude charging through you, the god-given talent of his fuck rendering you a shaking, panting mess beneath him.

“Bloody hell,” he pants, forehead rested between your breasts, placing a kiss on your sternum. “Dunno what else to say other than bloody hell!”

“You could say anything, Arthur, and it would leave me knock-kneed,” you gasp, reaching to stroke his hair.

“What,” he begins, turning his head to kiss your inner wrist, “even more knock-kneed than fucking you so hard atop the bar, your arse has probably buffed the brass?”

You pull a thoughtful face as he begins to laugh. “Maybe not that much.”

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writingwithhana · 3 months

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HOW TO BREAK YOUR READER: EP 1

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ EPISODE 1: HOW TO BREAK YOUR READER BY A FIGHT

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*taps mic* Hello, writer friends! Thanks for being here today <33 welcome to the first episode of HOW TO BREAK A READER. Today, we will be exploring how to evoke emotions from the reader, by having a fight between two characters.

I have decided to effectively break it down into these pointers–

1-> BUILDING UP TENSION TO THE FIGHT

Before we give the shock, we want to give them the fear. when two characters the readers extremely love, and also ship very much (it could be a platonic ship as well) start to have small little bickers. if your ship is an enemy to lovers, your reader wouldn’t suspect much, so you have to show how upset it makes your character.

you want them to avoid each other, reducing screen time of the characters together that if the reader doesn’t pick up on it, let some of the side characters to. show how your character replays the small bickers a lot, to show the affects. and if your novel is a romance novel, its a good time to start your side story while your character avoids the love interest, or show them bumping into each other and ignoring each other.

2-> THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THOSE 2 CHARACTERS.

Having a fight between your characters has to be unusual, taking the reader aback. Having two characters who already hate each other fight may give some emotional satisfaction or the signal for the readers to kick back and eat popcorn, but we’re looking for tears.

The best thing to do is to go ahead and give a fight between two people who usually get along. and ‘get along’ can’t be just mutuals, it should be two people who have a deep and happy relationship, and also extremely close. bonus points if one of them is the person who is the most optimistic of the bunch.

fights should be unusual, now we have the shock factor. The shock has started, and the tears will follow.

3-> THE EVENTS OF THE FIGHT

Here comes the big break. the fight. Now this is where you have to make everyone crack into pieces. there has to be tears, and each one of the characters shouting about their feelings. if it’s a physical fight, add some emotional narrative such as:

Bob slammed his knife into Josh’s stomach, plunging through the flesh. This wretched creature–always thinking he’s the best–

You have to make sure the reader sees both sides of the story by the characters yelling, and maybe some child or innocent character tries to break the fight up. if the characters ignore the child, let them continue, with occasional interferences. There has to be someone holding someone back, and some people cheering on the fight. There has to be tears in their eyes. You have to show the cracks in their voices.

The best way to end is one character just leaving, and the other still angry, and too emotionally charged to care. that’s it, your fight’s over (its a cliche way though) or, both of them scream about something close to the character, and it makes one character freeze. That they just give up about the fight. such as:

“I wish I never met you!” Alessia screams into the void. Silence. Only the heavy breaths of Nathan echoing through the air. Nathan freezes, and like a movie, he starts replaying again. Alessia’s breath catches as his fury morphs into sadness.

“Okay.” And he leaves the room.

“We’re done!” Alessia calls, anger filling her blood once again. How can he just–turn her back on her? This is all his fault–

There is no response, just the nasal sniffles from Gianna.

( a weak example, but I don't do romance 🤡 )

4-> CONSEQUENCES OF THE FIGHT

it’s over. you have cracked your reader, but now you want them to cry. you don’t want them to talk for days, the side characters giving dirty looks, and the character crying because they messed up. you want regret and remorse.

it will hurt the reader more if the pair had some plans ahead and one character goes and waits for them in the venue, but the other never comes. and then perhaps another fight for that. That is the confrontation. All of this is optional, of course. there are two paths:

A. THE CHARACTERS NEVER TALK AGAIN.

Easy. Make them ignore each other, and the book ends, with remorse and regret, it never gets past the finish line. You can make this part of the personal growth of the character, developing a bit more.

B. THE CHARACTERS MAKE UP.

This. for this, I suggest a confrontation of the two characters once again, or one character begging the other to just talk to them, or one character getting hurt and–

There are many options and choices you can make. But overall, this should give some distress to your readers, as well as some sadness. Maybe even some tears.

That's it for today. Thank you for joining us on this episode. See you in the next one!

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elijahslittleprincess · 10 months

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A song from my heart

Elijah mikaelson x reader

~You catch Elijah playing piano for you~

It was late in the afternoon when you came back to the Mikaelson mansion today. You usually never get home later than seven, but today your boss had asked you to stay for extra hours and you accepted. You wondered what Elijah had indulged in while you were absent today. Did Niklaus cause trouble again, or maybe it was Damon and Stephen's time to do something to annoy your original.

You had no way of knowing, but when you opened the front door and came in to hear piano notes in the air, your mind stopped and you breathed shakily. It was honestly quite hard to recall the last time you heard the piano playing in the mansion...Elijah had stopped for almost three years by now and you had to admit missing it quite badly.

To avoid startling him and disrupting his playing, you entered the room as quietly as possible. Slowly, you made your way to the living room and stopped just inside the doorframe. There, you saw his handsome and perfect self seated at the Steinway piano, seemingly unaware of your arrival.

A sweet and happy smile crept on your pinkish lips at the scene, it felt just right to see him like this again and you let your head lay gently against the wooden frame of the large door, just enjoying the view.

Initially, your partner was experimenting with different notes without a clear direction. It was captivating to witness their process of attempting to produce a unified and melodious sound. Despite your curiosity about the final outcome, you refrained from interrupting and potentially hindering their creative process. Instead, you peacefully watched and admired him as he worked. After some time had passed, you came to the realization that your decision had been a wise one, since Elijah start playing the piece he had crafted during your observation for the first time in your presence.

With his eyes closed, he appeared to be playing solely based on the emotions conveyed through his fingertips. The composition he had created was nothing short of a masterpiece - a work of art that left you speechless, with your hand covering your mouth to suppress any sounds that might escape. As you watched Elijah play, a wave of intense emotion washed over you, causing tears to stream down your face. His melodies were so powerful that you found yourself at a loss for words or coherent thoughts. But at that moment, you realized that it didn't matter - what was important was the profound emotional response his music had evoked within you.

You harbor a deep and profound love for your vampire, you love and cherish every single aspect of his being. Elijah was simply the focal point of your universe and you felt an incredible sense of satisfaction being his significant other. As he remains lost in his musical world, you surreptitiously dab away your tears, unable to contain your emotions, and then slowly made your way to him, compelled by an irresistible urge to be closer.

You placed a soft and gentle hand on your husband's shoulder from behind, coming within a centimeter of his body. He tensed up immediately and stopped playing, clearly taken aback by your surprise touch. A small giggle escaped your lips before you kissed his neck tenderly to reassure him.

"It's ok, it's just me Lijah."

Upon hearing your voice, Elijah visibly relaxed, his tense posture softening. The gentle kisses you planted on his neck had a soothing effect on his body, and he slowly pivoted in his piano chair to face you. A sweet smile graced his lips, and his eyes sparkled with adoration and desire as he gazed upon you.

"Well hello sweetheart, what a pleasure to see you finally home."

Elijah spoke with his deep, masculine voice that had the power to make you feel weak in the knees. As he conversed with you, he brought you closer to him and settled you onto his lap, enveloping your waist in his firm embrace.

As he spoke and brought you closer, your face got flustered and you gently touched his cheek with your hand to caress it. A tender and charming smile spread across your face as you gazed at him with great love and loyalty. Elijah was just so extremely attractive and you couldn't resist the urge to kiss him when he looked at you with such intensity. So this is exactly what you did, bringing your lips to his softly to give him a sweet and delicate kiss. The both of you moaned at the contact and he pressed you even more to him feeling the heaviness of your absence all day.

When you both separated from each other after a good reminder of what you both missed so much today, Elijah smirked happily and started playing with your hair, his eyes looking deeply into yours.

"Well, I certainly missed that during the day my perfect princess. "

He said, causing you to chuckle happily, feeling a sense of warmth and pure love knowing that he missed you too. It was just so comforting to know that you weren't alone in this situation.

As you still lay gently on his lap, you decided that since he was playing with your hair, you'd do too. So you moved the hand of yours that was previously on his cheek to his perfectly styled brown hair and stroke your fingers in them, feeling happy and playful to make them a little less perfect.

"I missed it quite badly too Eli. Yet, I'll have to admit that hearing you play piano is something that I missed even more."

You gently conveyed your message to him with a cute smile, followed by a quick kiss on his lips.

Your vampire partner on his side, chuckles lovingly at you, finding your words and ministration terribly sweet and adorable.

"Oh, you do my perfect little princess, well to be totally honest darling, I've dedicated this one for you."

Elijah said with a bright and handsome smile that brought a blush back on your cheeks right away. He kissed both of your cheeks affectionately then before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I thought about you and your beautiful smiles and shining eyes when you look at me. The way that you speak my name and tell me how much you love me my darling. The melody came without an effort. How could it not when I have a muse like you."

Elijah finished with a lovesick expression on and a sweet passionate smile. It was so deep and so intense to hear him say this to you. It felt good and your heart was bursting within your chest. Honestly words were missing you to express how much you loved him and felt good right now. The only thing that actually seemed to be in your mind and that you manage to say to him was a request to heart your song again.

"Can you play it again for me Lijah?"

Your voice was soft and delicate and it sounded almost like a plea when you asked him to play your song again. Your eyes were sparkling like little comets in the sky and you looked deeply into Elijah's hazelnut pupil.

Your husband's hand came to your cheek gently after your request, a huge satisfied and pleased smile on his lips as he heard you. How could he resist any request you had really? You were his pretty little angel and the most important thing in his life, he would do anything from you.

Without a second tough, Elijah gently turned back to face the piano with you still in his arms. After that, he kissed your neck gently and let his head fall on your shoulder to see the piano adequately. When he was finally placed and settled, his fingers grazed on the notes and he started playing your song again. The only difference however this time, was that he seemingly included details and side part that wasn't there the first time around. The music sounded like the most beautiful of symphony, like a coral of angels. You were absolutely sure that it was the most beautiful thing you've ever heard in your entire life.

You closed your eyes and just let yourself be overwhelm by the emotions and feelings it makes you feel. Your heart was beating strongly and your eyes were shedding happy tears again your back pressing on Elijah's chest even more.

After a little while, his fingers on the notes stopped playing and you felt your heart cry a bit at the loss of music again. Yet, you moved your small and delicate fingers in his as he brought them back around you and tighten them around his. You faced each other again now that he wasn't playing anymore and a deep and powerful love showed in your eyes for him. You laid your forehead fall on his gently, a gentle sigh of pure bliss and happiness leaving your lips.

I love you Elijah Mikaelson...

Elijah smiled affectionately back at you and kissed both your cheek, then he proceed to do the same with your lips.

And I love you my perfect princess.

The pair of you stayed against each other like this for a while, just basking in the love and incommensurable joy you felt with bleach other close. Then, with a soft and gentle voice you asked him something while caressing his cheek again.

Would you teach me to play one day?

Elijah looked at you surprise at first by your demand but quickly, the surprise change to a joy and happiness that brought butterflies in your stomach. God he looked so handsome. His smile was the prettiest thing in the whole world.

Of course I will my love, whatever you want. We have all eternity.

And he was right...you both had eternity to love and cherish each other, what you had right now was only the start of a long and perfect millennia together.

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ygodmyy20 · 4 months

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Opps this post got forgotten! But if I don't post it today when will I!?

Okay so, I've been thinking for awhile on the question: why do I like terumob and why did it take over my brain? What is it about it...what caught my interest. As someone who was very NOT into ships when i first got into mp100, why did I crashland into this one?

This post has been in progress for like....weeks now? Nearly a month? 3 months? Yea.

Okay so. Here we go. THOUGHTS! On terumob and why the fuck I like it. Below the cut.

Like I mentioned, when I first finished Mob Psycho 100 in June of this year I wasn't into any ship. I was actually REALLY NOT into ships. I really liked gen. I wanted to explore the characters and I loved the complex relationships between everyone but I didn't want it to be overshadowed by romance. I purposely steered clear of any and all ship art.

But then I started to see some TeruMob fanart and I was like "Aw man, they are so cute and squishy." And I started to like them....just a lil bit. ONLY A LITTLE BIT.

BUT then I read more Teru-centric fics, read Teru analysis' and then I was like. Oh shit, Teru is 100% so into Mob it's like....this kid has it bad. He has a major crush. And even on the rewatch I am like WOW yep, confirmed in my brain, Teru has it bad. The subtext of his pinning is JUST so there for me. I didn't even have to look hard for it. I suddenly was very in on the Teru-one-sidded part of the ship.

But here's the thing, I'm not a big fan of ships like that... feels too unrequited. Hard for me to really like it. I need to have some level of something from both sides. Just how I am.

So that still leaves the question.

When and how does Shiego liking Teru work? Is there any subtext for that or am I just making it all up because I want the ship to work for me?

(which also is fine ya'll, no judgement if you ship two characters that barely interact, thats the fun of fandom stuff!)

I mean, all things considered, Shigeo likes Tsubomi. Scratch that, he REALLY likes Tsubomi. Shiego loves very strongly, like all his emotions. And he definitely likes Teru, they are good friends, so I kept thinking: where and how does that cross into a crush to me, for these characters?

Teru cares a lot, he adores Shigeo—Shigeo is kind, he is powerful, he is everything Teru wants to be. But are there places where I see this same level of intensity from Shigeo?

Annnnnnnnd then I got to their fight in season 3.

Everything Shiego did to Teru was so pointed. So raw and angry. Like I said, I think Shigeo feels his feelings very strongly and, I don't know, just the fact that he PERSUED Teru to humiliate him EXACTLY in the same way again, tells me that their first meeting had an intense impact on him. We don't see a lot of his feelings on his meeting with Teru, besides the brief ??? in that episode. After meeting Teru, it's just...life goes on as normal for them. But deep down I don't think Shigeo ever really tackled his complex feelings about Teru and their first meeting.

So it all comes out, its all be stewing for AGES, and what comes out is mean. It's aggressive. It's almost sarcastic? It's what happens when we let things chew us up inside and comes out all twisted.

Teru evoked such a strong reaction from Shigeo, even if Shigeo didn't admit it or express it, that I can't help but think, after things have settled, after he has spent more time adjusting to his whole self...after they both take time to really examine themselves and grow....

....that Shigeo wouldn't develop stronger feelings for this boy who also turned his world upside down. Who made him feel such strong emotions, who changed his world too.

Teru was forever changed by meeting another esper his age.

I think Shiego was too.

And I think where I started to love them was after the finale, after Teru's acceptance of Shiego for who he was.

I don't want to pigeonhole any of the espers into only being able to date other espers. But I also....yes, Shiego is a normal kid, but he is also Shiego.

Teru is a person who understands the strength it takes to keep that power, who has seen Shiego at all sides. His best and his worst.

But gosh this scene....

OUGHGGH

JUST THROW ME IN A RIVER WHY DON"T YOU

Yeah this whole scene just.....just yea. OUGH.

But yeah I just feel like Teru's crush would only grow after that. He would see Shigeo as a person over an all powerful esper.

While I like to think Shigeo's would develop over time and them smack into him like a runaway freight train. Because Shigeo FEELS so strongly, for all his emotions. He feels sadness strongly, he feels love strongly, he feels anger strongly—he just feels everything SO strongly. That is why he is powerful, that is why he is who he is, that is why ??? became what it is.

Anyway. My thoughts have ended and that's all i got. Thanks for coming to my ted talk of rambling mess that has been in progress for months that I realized whelp with the anniversary of the end of S3 nearly here, mind as well post it.

#mp100 analysis #terumob #maybe not analysis #more like how did I get here #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #rambeling #rambling thoughts that need to get out of my brain #god damn these two and their UGH feelings #shigeo kageyama #teruki hanazawa

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exo-levi · 8 months

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Timeless

Title: Timeless Reference: AoT, Taylor Swift's Timeless (parts of it) Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader Universe: Reincarnation!AU, Canonverse Period: AoT Season 4 and Postwar Warning(s): Small amount of spoilers from the manga ahead Theme: Fluff & angst Word count: 1.5k words

Disclaimer: - AoT Universe belongs to Isayama Hajime. - Song used belongs to Taylor Swift

Summary: Haunted by vivid dreams of a past life, she embarks on a quest to uncover the mysteries behind her connection to Levi and a world plagued by Titans. As she delves deeper into the past, she encounters a man who bears an uncanny resemblance to Levi, leading to a profound realization that their love is truly timeless.

It was a tranquil day, perfect for a leisurely stroll through town. The streets were dotted with neighbors engaged in pleasant conversations, relishing the beautiful weather at the park, and the joyful sounds of children playing filled the air. This picturesque scene was a rarity, particularly for her.

Normally confined to her apartment on weekends, she had ventured out today in an attempt to escape the relentless headache that had plagued her for the past two days. It wasn't an illness but rather a persistent sleeplessness that had left her head throbbing.

For nearly a month, she had been experiencing peculiar dreams that seemed almost like vivid memories. Some were nightmarish, inducing terror capable of jolting her awake, while others were warm and filled with longing—for something, for someone.

The previous night was no exception, with her headache intensifying. So, she had chosen to take a walk to clear her mind of the unsettling dream she had just experienced.

"Stay with me," a deep voice had echoed in her dream.

Although everything appeared blurred, the voices were crystal clear. Cries and screams reverberated, creating a cacophony of chaos.

"Levi…"

Who is this Levi?

The eerie feeling of familiarity that accompanied the name lingered, as if she had met him somewhere before. Dismissing it, she continued her walk. Whoever Levi was, she resolved to deal with him—or forget about him—later.

A few steps later, she abruptly halted, inexplicably drawn to an antique shop she had never entered before. While she often passed by it on her way to work, she had never ventured inside. Yet today, an inner impulse guided her through its doors.

As she explored the store, her eyes danced over an array of beautifully preserved items—pottery, vintage furniture, memorabilia, and more. It was remarkable how these artifacts from bygone eras still retained their original charm and pristine condition.

Guided by an unseen force, she eventually reached the counter where a slightly worn-out box captured her attention. In bold marker, it read, "25 cents each." Curiosity piqued, she peeked inside and found it filled with a multitude of old photographs.

"See anything you like, dear?" the shop owner inquired.

"Just looking, Ma'am," she replied with a warm smile.

The owner nodded, "Feel free to browse at your leisure."

Thanking her, she selected two photographs. The first depicted a young woman, radiant in her wedding dress, while the other captured the same woman and a military man sharing an affectionate smile. The love evident in their eyes was undeniable.

Leafing through the stack, she couldn't help but smile at the love story that unfolded before her. These photographs painted a tale of a couple's romance from the 1940s, evoking dreams of an enduring love. The images strangely reminded her of Levi.

…Levi?

That enigmatic name returned, flooding her thoughts once more.

***

"I love you," he whispered in her dream, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light of their surroundings. Her fingers tenderly brushed through his hair, gently tucking it behind his ear. "I love you too," she replied breathlessly, the aftermath of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air.

Tomorrow marked the day they would reclaim Wall Maria, and they had seized this precious moment to be together before the impending battle.

The memory from her dream played on a loop in her mind, and she couldn't help but be unsettled by the persistent presence of this man named Levi. She had never encountered anyone with raven hair and a stern yet handsome countenance—certainly not in her waking life.

***

"Levi…" she murmured incredulously.

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching her surroundings. There he lay, her beloved, covered in blood and surrounded by shards of wood from a nearby explosion. He looked lifeless. Kneeling beside him, she cradled his head and drew him close, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Would you look at that, our biggest threat is covered in his own blood," Floch muttered from behind. "Let's shoot him in the head," another soldier suggested.

"He's dead," Hange declared. Her eyes met Hange's, and the unspoken understanding between them led her to maintain her silence, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Levi.

"He was caught in a Thunder Spear explosion at point-blank range. Internally, he's in pieces," the soldiers explained. Floch insisted on checking Levi's pulse, but both she and Hange remained quiet. Before Hange could respond, a nearby Titan began to steam, revealing Zeke beneath it. The soldiers' attention quickly shifted, providing an opportunity for her, Hange, and Levi to slip away. They escaped, rescuing him from the brink of death.

***

"I have brought all the reports from Captain Levi, Ma'am," a cadet reported.

"Thank you, cadet. You're dismissed," the co-captain acknowledged.

With a salute, the cadet left, and the co-captain delved into the files, diligently tending to her captain's duties. Amidst the paperwork, a small folded paper slipped from one of the folders and landed on the floor.

She picked it up and unfolded it, revealing a heartfelt message. A soft smile graced her lips as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

"Don't overwork yourself and always stay hydrated.

I love you.

Levi."

It was the little gestures, the sweet notes, and loving sentiments that Levi conveyed that never failed to warm her heart and rekindle her love for him. She placed the love letter aside, alongside the other letters Levi had written, with the intention of showering him with affection after a long day. He unquestionably deserved it.

***

"Do you ever think about what you'd do when this is all over?" she asked Levi one day.

Levi was taken aback by the genuine question, pausing to contemplate his response. "Hmm," he began, "I'd like to build a Tea Shop."

"A Tea Shop?" she quizzically inquired.

"Yes," he replied, his gaze fixed on her, his voice a soft whisper, "and you'll be there."

Her eyes widened in slight astonishment at his sweet declaration, and then she smiled. She reached out, her fingers gently combing through his hair before caressing his soft cheek. "I'd like that, Levi," she whispered back. She leaned in for a kiss, and as they parted, she continued, "And we'll have a garden outside the Tea Shop, so customers can dine there too. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Levi chuckled softly at her unexpected enthusiasm. "It does," he concurred. He reached for her hands, bringing them to his lips and planting a tender kiss on her knuckles, his thumbs gently rubbing them. "We'll end this war, and we'll live in peace, together."

His sudden displays of affection never failed to melt her heart and renew her love for him.

"Together."

"Always."

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"Connie!"

Before Connie could turn to see who had called his name, a powerful shove from behind propelled him out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding an imminent Titan attack he hadn't seen coming. The young woman who had saved him was not so fortunate, as the Titan's teeth sank into her leg during her heroic act. She lost her balance, and in her fall, a claw sliced through her side, causing further injury.

As she plummeted to the ground, Levi caught her, having swiftly moved from a distant part of the battlefield. Gently laying her down, he assessed the extent of her injuries.

"Stay with me," his deep voice echoed.

Although her vision blurred, the voices were clear and distinct. Cries and screams surrounded them, creating a scene of utter chaos.

"Levi…" she whispered weakly, her lifeblood staining the earth beneath her.

In response, he knelt beside her, his expression a mask of concern and fear. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. "I've got you. I'll bandage your wounds and get you out of the combat zone," he promised, his voice trembling.

"Levi…"

She interrupted him, prompting him to meet her gaze. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart raced. He couldn't lose her, not now. "Wrapping my wounds will take time. You need to go back out there and help the others," she insisted, her voice strained. "I'll make it quick. Don't worry."

"Don't."

She interrupted him once more. "Please, Levi, let me go."

He whispered her name, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't lose you like this. We're on the brink of ending this war," he pleaded.

"You won't lose me. We'll find each other in another life," she assured him with a sad smile. Her hand reached up to wipe away a tear that he hadn't realized had fallen. He was silently weeping.

"I love you," she whispered.

He couldn't accept this. They were so close to victory, and he couldn't fathom a life without her. This wasn't what either of them wanted, but if it was the hand fate had dealt them, there was little they could do.

"I love you too."

"Finish this war without me. I have faith in all of you."

Levi leaned down and pressed his forehead on her own, tears escaped the moment his closed his eyes tight. His lover leaned to him closer to kiss him passionately.

"I'll see you later," she whispered.

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Her heart ached as much as her head did as different memories kept flooding in her mind. She closed her eyes tight for a second to recover herself and realized she's been staring at the same box for who knows how long. She returned the photos in the box and went out of the shop.

Enough of this.

The young woman sighed. Hopefully, she'll find an answer.

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, yet the ache in her heart remained. She resumed her normal life, following her mundane routine, but it felt as though a part of her was missing. Her dreams, those memories from a different time and place, haunted her relentlessly.

One evening, as she gazed out of her window at the setting sun, an overwhelming restlessness consumed her. The need for answers had grown too strong to ignore. The strange connection she felt to the name "Levi" and the vivid memories that felt so real could no longer be dismissed.

Taking a deep breath, she resolved to embark on a quest to unearth the truth behind these haunting memories. She threw herself into research, scouring old books and articles, desperately searching for any mention of a Levi who might have lived during the time of her dreams. It was a long shot, and the odds were against her, but an unshakeable feeling told her that this was important.

Weeks stretched into months as she painstakingly combed through historical records. One day, she stumbled upon a faded photograph in an ancient journal—a black and white image of a group of soldiers. In the center of the photograph stood a man who sent shivers down her spine.

"Levi," she whispered his name aloud, as if to confirm his existence. The man in the photograph possessed the same raven hair and stern yet striking countenance she had seen in her dreams. It couldn't be a coincidence. The journal provided some details about a group of soldiers who had fought in a war against colossal humanoid creatures called Titans. It was a war that had occurred over a century ago, and most of the soldiers had perished.

Delving deeper into her research, she discovered that the war against the Titans had taken place in a world vastly different from her own. A world where humanity lived within colossal walls to protect themselves from these monstrous entities. It was a world that should have had no connection to her, yet the memories and emotions she experienced were undeniably real.

With newfound determination, she decided to seek out a local historian who specialized in that era. Perhaps this historian could provide more information about the soldiers who had fought in the Titan War, particularly the mysterious Levi.

The historian's office was a cluttered treasure trove of ancient documents and maps, a testament to his lifelong dedication to his field. He listened attentively as she recounted her dreams and the inexplicable connection she felt to a past life.

After a long pause, the historian finally spoke. "What you're describing is known as reincarnation memories—a phenomenon where individuals recall events and emotions from their past lives. It's rare but documented."

"But why do I have these memories, and why do I feel so connected to this Levi?" she implored, her desperation palpable.

The historian leaned forward, his gaze a mix of curiosity and sympathy. "It's possible that your soul carries the memories of a previous life, and for some reason, they've resurfaced in this lifetime. As for your connection to Levi, it's a mystery. Perhaps you were deeply entwined in that past life, and your souls remain bound in some way."

Leaving the historian's office with more questions than answers, she knew she couldn't stop now. The memories of her past life were like fragments of a puzzle begging to be pieced together. The sensation of her connection to Levi felt more than mere happenstance.

The following day, she decided to visit a teashop she had never frequented. It was a small, charming establishment with an atmosphere of tranquility—an ideal setting to collect her thoughts and attempt to make sense of her experiences. As she entered and settled into a corner table, an inexplicable sense of déjà vu washed over her.

Ordering her favorite tea, she watched as steam curled from the cup, her thoughts drifting back to the memories of love, war, and sacrifice that had played out in her dreams. It was almost as if she could hear Levi's voice softly murmuring, "Together, always."

Lost in her thoughts, the teashop's door swung open, and a man entered. With raven hair and a stern, yet striking countenance, their eyes locked. Time seemed to stand still as recognition flooded over them both.

"Levi?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he made his way toward her table. "I… I don't know how, but I remember you," he said, his voice filled with equal parts incredulity and longing.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out to touch his hand, and he covered it with his own. In that moment, the inexplicable connection between their souls became undeniably real.

"I love you," she whispered, just as she had in her dreams.

"I love you too," he replied, their love transcending time and space.

As they sat together in that small teashop, hand in hand, they knew that their reunion was no mere coincidence. Their love had endured through the ages, a love that was truly timeless.

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MEDIA STUDIES: KIM SUNWOO

this document contains a letter to the pretty boy who sits quietly in the back of a poorly lit media studies classroom. ☆*:.｡.

song recommendation : photosynthesis- sunwoo

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LETTER ONE:

MONDAY 5TH JUNE 2007

hi pretty boy,

your sweet peach lips, and chocolate brown eyes seemed to have fell dull today. it irked me to ignore your sad state and pitiful expressions, despite having never interacted with you before now. you always sit at the back of the class, huddled as far back into the corner as humanly possible. you nervously chew on your pencil a lot and enjoy spinning the thinned wood between your two fingers. you smell of a woody-spicy accord every time you breeze past, a scent that is both unfamiliar yet powerful in evoking the warm explosion of butterflies and bees in my stomach.

your smile is full, bright and unavoidably noticeable as it spreads from ear to ear it’s a rare sight now since something in your timeline has shifted. you seem to be aching, in your oversized hoodies and frowned expressions - i wonder what had destroyed the beautiful boy who usually sits peacefully amid his own daydreams. Your voice was deep and smooth, one that could sing any woman to sleep, you looked like you drank black coffee and smoked cigarettes off your balcony every morning. your face screamed a palette of romance, you looked like the lead in a romance novel like the boy who rescues the princess in a fairytale-

“what are you writing?” the girl sat next to me cranes her neck over my page as she tries to read the contents of the page in front of me

“nothing to do with you clearly.” i retorted, scrumpling the page and discarding it in the small trash can towards the back of the class.

the bell sounded to mark the end of class, i left with a slight pink tint on my cheeks as i made short eye contact with the brown eyed boy at the back.

WEDNESDAY 7TH JUNE 2007

media was always a lesson that flew by pretty quickly, considering my only assignments were to analyze music videos and watch movies it wasn’t too difficult and time seemed to just fly by when i had little work to do.

whilst practicing my handwriting out of sheer boredom, i reached to take a sip of my iced caramel latte i’d bought from the local coffee shop shortly before class before i felt a small object hit the back of my head and then bounce back onto the floor next to my desk.

i looked behind me with a look of sheer confusion to see the pretty boy from the back of my class, who didn’t have a name to my knowledge, chuckle at me mischievously.

with a nervous and reluctant smile back, i picked up the scrumpled piece of note paper he pointed to beside me, his hands hidden in the cuffs of his grey hoodie.

in messy handwriting the paper wrote:

hi pretty girl,

thank you for the compliments, your bright eyes and blissful smile seem to have caught my eye too. but don’t be embarrassed i noticed you tend to go all pink in your cheeks and shakey whenever something mildly nerve-wrecking happens to you.

thank you for noticing i haven’t been doing well lately, it makes me feel better to have someone notice. do you wanna go get coffee later? i also noticed you buy one before class everyday.

add me to your contacts, my number is: ***************

btw my name is sunwoo, i’d love to know yours.

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small lil fluff to aid your wednesday evening and hopefully make you feel a lil better !

please ask me some questions with the questions feature! i really wanna use it

sending my love always, wherever you are in the world <3

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bronx-bomber87 · 5 months

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Happy Wednesday amazing fandom :) This is a very emotional episode for Lucy. Melissa’s acting in this one is outstanding. All I want to do most of this episode is hug her. And tie Chris to the back of a truck and just drive…Our lovely couple are apart in this episode but it’s such a good one. I have a lot of Chris rage in this one so prepare yourself haha Let’s get started.

4x17 Coding

We start off with Tamara making Lucy breakfast. I love her natural instinct to take care of Lucy in these moments. Just like Lucy did and still does for her. I adore their dynamic so very much. Tamara is protective when they talk about today. She doesn't understand why Lucy has to do this. Noting Rosalind is already serving four life sentences. She doesn’t like that the DA is making her dredge up painful memories just to slap on more charges. Lucy tells her it’s important to make sure she’s charged as an accessory to Caleb’s crimes. That Rosalind needs to be held accountable for that.

Most of her victims didn't make it...She is one of the lucky ones and doesn't want to waste that. Can see a strong sense of justice brewing deep in her soul as she explains this. I love how strong she is being for Tamara. Showing her what a bad ass she is. Modeling that for her. Tamara still has worry in her eyes and says she’s coming with. That she will have snacks and puppy videos at the ready. Be her emotional support human. Since her normal emotional support isn’t with her today. Love them.

Speaking of Lucy's ESH he’s at the hospital with Nolan. His car crash victim was a a rough one. I can’t watch the cold open for this one ever. I did it once and I bawled my eyes out. I can’t do stuff with kids after becoming an auntie. Her being sad the popsicles were gonna melt for her kid. That her husband would be mad about the car.

Makes me think of my niece, nephew and my sister. I just can’t handle it. But kudos to the writers for evoking that out of me. Glad John was there in her final moments but it was rough to watch. Tim comes up to him and notices Nolan is still in shock about it. Gah I would be too. I still can’t handle rewatching it let alone living it.

Tim is so wonderful and gives John some good perspective about it. That yeah it was rough and tragic no doubt about it. But that girl is going to get a new heart because of it. Tells him to try and focus on the silver lining of it all. Love this man. His empathy has grown leaps and bounds since we first met him. Was always there Lucy just needed to get it out of retirement when they met.

Lucy and Tamara arrive at the DA's office and we can see Lucy tense up. Just being in the office is setting her off already. She tells Tamara she’s going to the bathroom. She is so sweet and asks if she needs her come with? Lucy tells her no she handle that solo. We watch Lucy escape into a stairwell. Poor thing is in an absolute panic. Rubbing her DOD tattoo trying so hard to ground herself. I’ve been there where something just triggers your PTSD.

All you need is to find somewhere to expel all that energy surging through you. Because she is having an intense fight or flight moment. She is desperately trying to ground herself. Breaks my heart because I love her. Also because I’ve been her. I know this feeling she is experiencing. Nothing worse than getting engulfed in that sort of emotion. It's like the walls are closing in on you. It's what creates that flight instinct and you just need to get out just to breathe.

To be able to function at all. You can feel the panic rising in your throat and you’re drowning in it. Poor thing is getting flashes of what happened to her. It's taking her right back there. We watch her take a deep breath trying to reset her body. She clearly doesn’t want Tamara to see her like this. Ugh. This is just fuel for my hate fire later when I wanna bitch slap the clown. My heart hurts for her in this ep. It really does.

Tim is still at the hospital with Nolan. He continues his sweetness with John. Saying if he needs to see a counselor he can. Won’t be any charge to him. Look at our sweet empathetic Tim. I love it so much my heart is gonna burst. Their chat is interrupted by the hospital shutting down.

They find out quickly the man before them is ransoming the hospital to get his wife the heart. Wanting to steal it from that young girl for his wife instead. Threatens that he’ll shut down their entire network if they don’t do so. Tim looks pissed as hell. Which is kinda sexy tbh. They’re at his mercy it would seem...

Lopez comes charging in clearly ready for a fight. Asking for a status update on everything. They have the husband and wife separated atm. Her husband is being held in a conference room with an officer. Angela wants Tim to take a run at Jonah and sends Nolan to crack the wife. Hoping either the IT dept. will crack the hold on the network or they guys will get one of the spouses to fold.

Nolan is a swing and a miss with the wife. So we cut to Tim and Jonah. Tim looking particularly fine as he questions the husband. Has his hard stance going on trying to get this guy to crack. Telling him to dial back the threats that if he scales back now it won’t be as bad.

It’s here we see a man with nothing to lose. We watch Tim soften a little bit. It's when he says his wife is his entire life. Tim can relate to that and it shows as he’s listening. Doesn't last long though. He goes back into cop mode when Jonah starts threatening again. Saying soon enough something else will start with a new phase. It’s here we see a complete lock out of the system for the staff. Phase 2 has started.

We rejoin Lucy at the DA’s office. Chris has to take over since her normal person is out sick. He tried to reschedule but Lucy pushes against this. Saying they’re professionals and she can do this. I think she just wants it done and over with tbh. I hate how he questions her though. With this smug authority I cannot stand.

The more he pokes at the wound the more we see Lucy get agitated. Like a cornered animal being poked and prodded. Ready to lunge and attack at the slightest provocation. He is questioning everything about Caleb being connected to Rosalind. We watch her go back into fight or flight mode. As she examines the pictures and gets more flashes of her time in that horrible barrel.

Love her snapping at Chris when he says he’s just ‘Wants her to be ready.’ Schmuck.... He has this semi smile the entire time and I just wanna clean his clock so badly. He is beyond insensitive about this entire thing. Not reading her body language whatsoever. Seeing how tightly wound she is. I wish Tim could be there for her. He would be a much better rock for her. I hate Chris and this episode just ramps that right up.

Then comes the moment I was to punt Chris down the stairs. Like skipping a rock across the water. See how many flights I can get him to fall down with just my rage. He starts singing her barrel song like the dumbass he is. Showing the clueless SOB he truly is. Melissa crushes this scene though. The shaky way she delivers her lines. How she backs up every time Chris tries to approach her. Needing as much distance as she can get in that room.

The way she snapped at him earlier should've been evidence enough. The writing on the wall was there. He just needed to be extra sensitive. What does he do? Sing that song. It’s the way he says ‘Yeah it’s evidence.’ All cavalier. No clown it’s visual proof of the worst and most traumatic moment of her life. It is far more than just evidence you stupid schmuck. That was her death song. She thought it was over and she sang that as a way to comfort herself. It’s a deeply intimate and emotional thing for her. He’s treating it like it’s just part of the case.

We can see how the thought of him watching it is wrecking her. He keeps trying to close the gap and she keeps widening it. He is pushing her physical boundaries when she is screaming for him to stay away. Being the clueless oaf he is Chris continues to try. Saying he’s sorry, he’s in the DA office, blah blah blah. Meaningless words to her in this moment. Her saying ‘Yeah you said that already…’ She is disassociating in this moment. Trying to distance herself from him. Because he has wounded her and she needs time to regroup.

I hate that stupid semi smile on his face still. He’s truly not understanding what she needs in this moment. Makes my blood boil. Further proof he's not the guy for her. Tim can read every emotion. Know exactly what she needs. Then there is this putz. Shouldn't be allowed to breathe the same air as her at this point. Lucy has to practically beg him to give her a moment alone. Shaking and absolutely wrecked emotionally. I hate this so very much for her. She is in serious distress right now.

He's so selfish all he can thinking about is absolving his involvement. Not reading her emotional state whatsoever. Trying to push past her boundaries. She finally makes him go away. He storms off like a child. I'm shaking at how mad I am rewatching this. Especially with carrying PTSD myself. One of my trauma triggers is my physical boundaries being pushed. He had no damn right to impose himself on her like that. Chris has already proven he’s not the guy for her. This was the nail in his coffin IMO for that. What an absolute clown this man is….Melissa killing me softly with this scene.

We return to Tim and Nolan at the hospital. Someone has died due to Phase 2. So the hospital gives into his demands. Let’s his wife get the heart. I love how Tim wants to clean this guy's clock. Telling him to lose the attitude. Gah if he only knew what was going on at the DA’s office. His rage would be ten times what it is right now. Jonah restores the lights but only for the OR. Tells them he wants to be there for his wife’s surgery. To make sure they’re really doing it. This guy is something else. Tim re-cuffs him and they head to the OR together.

Lucy finds Chris and he jumps up and apologizes again. She cuts him off not having time for his BS. This isn't about you bub. She asks for him to get her the video. That he’s seen it and half the lawyers in this bidding have. But she hasn’t. Chris tells her it’s incredibly hard to watch. Lucy doesn’t care and tells him she needs to see it. My girl I just wanna hug her. Also I’m so damn proud of her for standing up for what she wants.

Chris having no leg to stand on agrees to show it to her. He has the gall to ask if he should stay? Obviously not you friggin stunad…Got me so angry I’m calling him an idiot in Italian. He really doesn’t get it. It’s ridiculous. After how she reacted earlier. How she's been this entire time you’d think she was going to say yes? The last thing she needs is your stupid ass there. She thanks him for the video. He doesn’t deserve that,

All he deserves is a swift kick to the nads. So he doesn't reproduce little clueless offspring….Whoever set up these shots did a good job btw. They are so well done. She’s psyching herself up to press play. The shot of her with her ring. We see it visible on her hand. The ring that saved her life. The ring Tim found and held onto until she was ready to have it back. Trying to ground herself before watching this. The way her hand shakes before she hits play gets me all in the feels.

Melissa continues to crush this scene. Watching her watch that video makes me wanna cry. It’s so hard to watch her witness the worst moment of her life. Once again another beautiful shot of Melissa above. The way she closes her eyes as she listens to herself sing, the way she touches her lips in an anxious manner, the ring close to her as she continues to listen. Having the object that saved her close to her as she watches. Like a safety blanket as she takes in the video.

You can see her whole body trembling as she tries to get through it. Hurts my damn heart to watch unfold. Serious props to Melissa for conveying so damn much in this short scene. Lucy trying to prove to herself she is strong by watching this. By going through with this whole thing at all. Trying to push down all the emotions eating away at her. Last ep all I did was laugh. This one all it does is hurt my heart. Hurt for her. It's so good though.

We return to the hospital. They’re wheeling Jonah’s wife back. Tim is super stern with him and I’m here for it. You tell him babe. Directs him not to mess with the surgeons or how they do their job. Is that understood? Jonah goes on to say how he never would since it’s saving his wife. The saddest part is next. The father of the daughter they’re stealing heart from comes after them.

Trying to kill his wife because if he does his daughter will live. The love a parent has for their kid is immense. How it it should be really. Sadly he gets arrested and Jonah continues on like it's nothing. Like he isn't destroying lives with this decision of his. They have to continue their march towards the OR despite this. Because Jonah still holds all the cards right now.

This next part gets me right in the feels. Nolan is able to get his wife to listen to the daughter. Her speech gets me teary every time. What a strong and amazing young woman to say what does. Did what Nolan couldn't do in the first place. Build rapport and get her to break. To change her mind on this whole thing. I think it's the fact that she forgives this woman that gets her to break. To let her know she forgives her even thoush she's taking away her second chance. This episode is all kinds of emotional in the best way.

His wife withdraws consent after that. Says she can’t do this anymore. Just like that it's over. Or so we we think. Jonah tries to turn off the ransomware but can’t. His partners have locked him out and want a ransom to unlock it. One the hospital cannot afford. Tim and John are escorting Jonah out now. He’s going on about needing to be there for his wife. Tim tells him he gets nothing since he let someone die. He’s going to prison for a murder charge.

John steps in and says if he can tell them who he’s working with they can help. It's possible Jonah can get bail so he can spend what time she has left with him. He lets them know who he was hired by. That it was their idea to hack the hospital. Saying they’d pay him to build the ransomware. He was an easy target due to his medical debt. He’s slowly figuring out they were just a means to an end. Tells them the IT dept. can track messages they sent him.

Cue to sexy OP Tim mmm. Tactical Tim is one of my favs. Also nice shots of his ass and I’m not complaining LOL The house is empty once they clear it. They're worried they've already left or haven't been here for awhile. Tim noting it has to be here. No way they could run that kind of software on a laptop. They decide check outdoors and Nolan see's transformer with a cable running from it.

Tim follows Nolan as he sees a massive cable running along the grass. They trace it to a container on the property. This is where the hackers are set up. Nolan tells one of them they can have a deal the other gets way more jail time. Just depends on who answers him first. One of the hackers easily gives up their partner in a flash. Tim's ‘Good answer’ cracks me up LOL I love him.

Lucy is in an emotional coma when Tamara and Chris check in on her. Really it's Tamara that says they should. Chris has no drive to check on her himself. He tried knocking once and gave up. Tamara is the one to push it and make them enter the room. She doesn't have time for Chris to grow some balls to check on her. Dipshit I mean Chris asks her if she watched it? Not a single brain cell in that head is there? How did you make it through law school sir? Seriously? Of course she watched it you idiot. I love Lucy for not testifying. This was so big for her to step away from. It was not an easy decision for her to make. Once again being the strong role model for Tamara.

I'm so proud of her for being courageous enough to watch that video. I get why she did. Everyone else had access to it. Seen it. I think it was part of her decision to move on. Her processing things was her realizing she had nothing to prove. Damn right you don’t. Screw Rosalind, screw Chris and this whole thing. Her saying she survived that felt like a call back to 2x12. Where Tim helped her see it wasn’t a failure but proof of what a survivor she is. His words sticking with her in this moment. I love it.

Tamara coming over and hugging her is the best part. She is so proud of Lucy for making this call. It was her's to make and a place she needed to get to on her own. If it had been up to Tamara she never would've gone through this at all. I love her telling her she is going to make dinner. They really are a make-shift family and it's so lovely to see. I just love them so much. How she instantly wants to take care of Lucy. Makes my heart happy in an ep where all I wanted to do was murder Chris.

How their relationship survived this episode I couldn’t tell you. His ass deserved to be dumped so very hard. Like a cat with nine lives. He keeps on ticking. When all he deserved was to be shut out of her life for good. Also of course Chris doesn’t cook... Chalk another one up for the clown. I seriously have zero idea what she sees in him. Other than just being lonely and wanting companionship. So ends this episode. I wanna say I’m sorry for all my Chris rage but I’m really not LOL

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James and Nyla be cute. I love them. That be it.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 7 months

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Wildest dreams, pt. 29

Summary: Reunited, Paul and Y/N make a decision that's long-overdue: to get married.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death, mental health issues and suicide

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There are many things life had taken from Y/N – her mother, serotonin, confidence, it had stolen her friends for over a decade and in doing so, it had taken her soulmate from her long enough to take away her will to live and now it wants to steal her future too.

All she wanted seemed so far out of reach that there was absolutely no part of her heart that wanted to keep fighting. It was undeniable that Y/N gave up, too tired to give a shit about anything other than her father who was still living in La Push in the same house she grew up in.

Last thing Y/N expected was to run into a man she claimed to detest, much less to lose herself in his chocolate brown eyes and cocky smile that held the breath of life she was searching for.

Paul is all she needed that day, even if she didn’t know it back then.

Today is different.

Her hair is curled, lightly pulled back with a few locks framing her round face. Inhaling sharply, she holds her breath as Emily helps lace up Y/N’s corset. It’s not something Y/N really wanted for her wedding dress, but it defines her curves perfectly in the way she knows Paul will struggle to keep his hands to himself and she loves teasing him. It’s nothing compared to the lacy panties she bought for the occasion, red just as Paul adores. Stifling a laugh at the thought, Y/N exhales loudly as if to release all that troubled her before.

“That was an interestingly loud breath”, Bella notes with a soft smile.

Bella carefully unwraps the elegant, gift-wrapped box, revealing a stunning pair of blue sapphire earrings that gleam in the soft light. The rich, deep blue of the sapphires is breathtaking, reminiscent of the evening sky. Each earring dangles gracefully from a platinum stud, exuding an air of luxury and sophistication. The sapphires themselves are an exquisite shade of blue, akin to the rarest sapphires Y/N would imagine are found only in the most prestigious of collections of royals that once were. The hue is vibrant yet subtle, evoking a sense of calm and tranquility. As the light catches them, it seems to dance across the surface, creating an illusion of stars twinkling within. Surrounding the sapphires are clusters of dazzling diamonds, their brilliance enhancing the allure of the deep blue gemstones. The diamonds are meticulously set, forming a delicate halo around each sapphire.

Gasping at the sight, Y/N’s eyes widen as Bella’s smile grows.

“Something new and blue”, she exclaims. “Jacob said you always likes sapphires but never really wanted to spend much money on yourself, so Edward and I decided it would be a fitting wedding gift.”

“I”, placing a hand on her chest, Y/N swallows thickly. “It’s too much! I can’t-“

“You can”, Bella insists. “Honestly, this is timid compared to what the rest of the family got for your wedding.”

Raising her eyebrows at Bella's words, Y/N coughs as she nearly chokes on her saliva. "Timid?" she manages to say, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. She glances at the earrings, utterly dazzled by their beauty. To her, they are anything but timid. Each sapphire seems to hold a universe within. “These are breathtaking! I think the earrings would be enough of a gift for the whole family. There’s no need for anything else.”

“Jasper and Alice literally bought you a whole collection of gala dresses by a famous designer he saw you looking at on Tiktok”, Renesmee chuckles. “You’re kind of stuck with a lot of megalomaniacs in gift giving.”

With shaky hands, Y/N accepts the earrings, carefully putting them on. Giving herself a good look in the mirror, she bites her lower lip to stop the grin threatening to spread across her face. She loves them, but it still doesn’t feel right accepting such an expensive present.

As she looked at the earrings, she couldn’t believe the girl looking back at her in the mirror. Off-the-shoulder sleeves delicately frame her collarbones while the neckline plunges into a gentle V, revealing a light cleavage without being overly revealing. A tasteful slit graces the front of the gown, starting mid-thigh, yet another reason she hopes would get Paul sweating. Pearls embellish the bodice and cascade down the flowy skirt. Each pearl seems to catch the light, reflecting a gentle, ethereal glow.

It might not be the dress she envisioned getting married in, but it’s perfect for her. She’ll have to thank Alice and Esme on their help finding a dress so quickly and especially thank Claire and Leah for convincing her the dress will be perfect for her.

“Are you alright?” Daisy asks quietly. “If this is happening a little too quickly for you, no one will mind delaying it for a few more weeks.”

Shaking her head, Y/N forces a small smile. She might not have a few more weeks.

“It’s long overdue.” Turning to face Daisy, she takes her hand gently. “I wish I did this years ago. We could have done so much more if I knew our time together was limited.”

Pressing her lips in a thin line, Daisy nods. “Getting married is just a party to commemorate what you two already have. There’s not a soul who’d contest your love. Paul adores you and not in a ‘she’s my imprint’ kind of way, more like ‘she put the sun in the sky’ kind of a way.”

Nodding, Y/N holds back tears. “I know”, she whispers, her voice a delicate quiver of emotion. “Ah, Alice will murder you if I ruin my makeup!”

“Me? What did I do?!”

“You’re the one making me cry”, Y/N chuckles, her laughter laced with a hint of sentiment, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

In a split second, Alice appears beside Y/N with a stern look on her face. “Did I hear a sniffle?”

A mischievous smile plays on Daisy's lips as she exchanges a knowing glance with Y/N before they both burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny!” Alice protests, her stern facade giving way to a subtle grin. But even she can't resist the contagious laughter that fills the room.

Leaning on a tree with his hands tucked in his dress pants, Paul’s eyes are focused on the windows of his home.

“Hoping to catch a glimpse of the bride?” Jared teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

“He wouldn’t dare, because Y/N would kill him”, Embry remarks, a smile tugging at his lips.

Sighing, Paul rubs his temples in exasperation as Jacob chimes in. “She’d probably torture him first and then kill him. For funsies.”

“Actually”, Embry rubs his chin, “she would! And she’s a damn doctor! Probably knows how to keep a person alive long enough to inflict as much pain as humanly possible!”

“We’re not human”, Jared points out. “It’s probably longer for us.”

Shaking his head fondly, Paul looks to his brothers with a smirk. “You’ll get us caught. If you plan on hanging out here, be quiet so I can see my soon-to-be wife.”

“Ooooh, someone’s nervous!” Quill joins the group, grinning mischievously.

“More like clingy”, Jacob chuckles. “He’s missing Y/N.”

“He literally saw her this morning”, Quill states matter-of-factly.

Paul refused to part with Y/N ever since he came home because the mere thought of leaving her side felt like tearing more and more layers of his sanity. The moment he stepped into the house, Y/N wrapped herself around him so tightly that his heart trembled with the outpour of love she gave him. Instead of being angry at his cowardice, as she should be, Y/N bandaged his bleeding wounds and held him close for the entire weekend. The same night, he asked her to have a wedding soon and she didn’t hesitate.

That was five days ago. The entire pack and Cullen clan worked hard on preparing a beach wedding in the midst of rainy season, but today they’ve lucked out with grey skies but no rain in sight. Paul’s a little worried Y/N will be cold with the wind so close to the shore, but he’s more than happy to have her in his arms the whole time if need be. The very thought of being her warmth brings comfort – her favorite blanket as she once called him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching her”, Paul admits, tenderness palpable in his voice. His eyes soften as they lock onto the windows of their home, praying Y/N will come closer and smile at him. He bites his lip as he suddenly catches a glimpse of white only for his hopes to disappear by Rosalie’s grinning as she swiftly closes the blinds.

Growling lowly, he rolls his eyes, frustration mingling with impatience. “I hate her.”

“She’s not so bad once you get used to her”, Jacob shrugs. “If anything, she’s probably your biggest ally in the family.”

“Doesn’t do me much good when Y/N has made her decision.”

Embry scoffs, “She can still change her mind.”

“Would you want her to”, Quill asks, genuinely confused by their discussion.

“Yes”, Paul exclaims.

“It wouldn’t be Y/N anymore”, Quill reminds them. “She’d be just another Cullen.”

“That’s not true”, Jacob retorts. “Bella is proof.”

“Bella is an exception. I think Y/N understands that!”

Anger quickly spreads through Paul, pulsing in his veins. This is one of the most important days of his life, and his brothers decided to start an argument over a very sore subject.

Quickly approaching, Sam and Seth seem annoyed by their brothers.

“If you’re here to pester me too, I’m not in the mood”; Paul remarks bitterly.

“I was coming to find you because the girls are ready to leave, but if you want to stand here like idiots, arguing about something you have no right to judge, be my guest!” Sam turns on his heel, leaving immediately.

Putting his hands in his front pockets, Seth purses his lips, lifting his eyebrows. “So, if anyone is wondering what side I’m on- “

“We’re not”, Quill and Embry exclaim before heading toward the beach. Shrugging, Jared taps Paul’s shoulder before leaving, not adding any more burdens of opinion on his back.

Looking at Seth, Paul sighs. “Say it.”

“What?”

“What you were going to say. I’m a grown man, I can handle whatever your opinion is.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Seth smiles awkwardly. “I’d want her to live too. If it was my imprint, I’d do what I need to in order to ensure she lives. She can spend an eternity hating me, but at least I’d argue with her instead of her ghost.”

“Y/N explicitly said no”, Paul sighs. “How would I be a good husband to her if I can’t even respect her decisions?”

“You’d be a good husband by having an alive wife.”

“We should go”; Jacob nods toward the trees. “Can’t tell the girls to leave before we get there. Alice specifically said to text once you’re on the beach.”

Chuckling, Paul nods. Sending a quick glance at the bedroom window, his smile becomes a shit-eating grin as he catches Y/N peeking out to see him. She must have heard his voice.

“I love you”, he mouths, hoping she understands.

Paul didn’t walk; he ran to the beach. If his presence at the beach is the ONLY way Alice would allow him to see Y/N again, he wasn’t about to prolong his torture.

Smiling ear from ear, he feels his heartbeat pick up pace as he stares at the trees, waiting for Y/N to appear. He barely saw her through the window, but Paul knows she’ll take his breath away like she always does. It was enough for Y/N to exist for Paul’s knees to tremble – the simple things had him begging for mercy. The way she bites her lower lip tests his self-control far too often and her smile causes so many skipped heartbeats that he's certain she’d have him on medication if she had even the slightest inkling of the way she made him feel.

“You seem nervous”, Sam raises a brow. “I can hear it”, he chuckles.

Shaking his head, Paul grins. “I’m not. I just can’t wait to call her my wife.”

Paul can't help but smile, remembering her shy peek from the window. Y/N misses him too, he can feel it. He can almost feel her presence, as if she's close, her warmth wrapping around him even before she appears.

The wind carries the scent of the ocean, mixing with the subtle fragrance of lilies Alice shipped in from who knows where. It made Y/N happy to see them, and that was enough for Paul to like the Pixie Cullen a lot more.

The wind picks up. Paul can almost taste the ocean salt carried in the air. If he were a poet, he’d say his love for Y/N is measured by the amount of salt found in the ocean, but he doesn’t deem the comparison worthy of the true depths his love possesses. There are no earthly words that can ever describe the way Paul’s entire being is comprised of love for this one woman – the woman who once hated him, who had still given him a chance to show her his true self. Despite his fears, Y/N fell in love with his soul, the good and the bad – the only one who truly accepted both parts.

As the seconds tick by, each heartbeat resounds in his ears. Maybe he is nervous – what if she changes her mind and runs for the hills? He wouldn’t blame her. God knows he’s less than deserving of a woman as good as Y/N, but she makes him want to work toward being worth the effort she puts into their relationship.

“What’s taking them so long?” Jared grumbles, his impatience evident in the creases of his forehead.

“You were mocking Paul for being imprint-obsessed minutes ago and now you’re the one whining,” Embry mocks. “Can you seriously not be away from them for a few hours?”

“I can”, Jared remarks. “I just don’t want to.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Paul turns to Jacob. “You did send the text, right?”

“Yes.”

“Did Alice text back or anything?” Paul continues, anxiety starting to creep into his voice. “They should have gotten here by now.”

Edward moves closer, his eyes carrying concern Paul instantly recognizes.

“What do you hear”, Paul raises his eyebrows. “Are they running late?” But he knows that wouldn’t warrant the frozen look on Edward’s face. “Tell me.”

“I don’t hear anything”, Edward states stiffly. “Not a single sound or thought.”

Swallowing thickly, Jacob starts walking backwards toward the house. “I’ll check on them.”

Snorting in disbelief, Paul follows after with haste. “I’m not waiting here.”

Edward joins their walk back, and so does everyone else. “It could be just Bella trying to bring an element of surprise to the ceremony.”

“If that’s her idea of surprise, it would be seriously fucked up”, Embry scowls.

“We’d feel if something was wrong”, Quill tries to lighten the mood, but even he’s sweating as anxiety wraps itself around his throat.

“It’s probably nothing to worry about”, Jasper’s words come with a wave of relief to the pack, adding to Paul’s annoyance.

“Do not manipulate me into worrying less.”

“I’m trying to keep everyone at ease so you don’t lose control on your wedding day”, Jasper responds. “It’s the last thing Y/N would want today.”

“I don’t think you telling Paul what Y/N would want is a good idea right now”, Emmett advises. Tension in the air thickens, mirroring the palpable worry and anticipation as they thread back to the house, each step heavier with a sense of foreboding.

A sudden, blood-curdling scream fills the air. It’s a sound filled with pure terror, an agonizing cry that pierces through the coastal breeze, freezing the pack and Cullens in their tracks as the scream echoes in their ears, leaving them momentarily paralyzed.

Paul's eyes widen, and his body goes rigid, every nerve electrified with a surge of adrenaline. His heart, which was racing before, seems to have doubled its pace. The dread in the pit of his stomach morphs into a gnawing anxiety that threatens to consume him.

"I know that scream," Paul gasps out, his voice laced with disbelief and a rising horror.

Jacob, too, is stricken, his expression a mask of terror mingled with urgency. The color drains from his face, replaced by a pallor of fear. He turns sharply toward the direction of the scream, his instincts screaming at him to move.

Without a second thought, they all run, their instincts taking over.

"Y/N," Paul whispers under his breath, a prayer escaping his lips.

Each step is a sprint, heartbeats thundering in their ears as they race toward the source of the scream. The Cullens have already gone far ahead. Dread tightens its grip on them, a suffocating force that urges them to move faster, to get to Y/N as soon as possible.

Paul's mind races, a thousand thoughts colliding. He pushes himself harder, the fear for his soon-to-be wife taking over his senses. He considers shifting for a moment, but he can’t…He can’t risk not being human if she needs him.

The forest feels oppressive, the trees closing in around them like silent witnesses to their desperation. Yet, the sound of Y/N’s scream echoes through the woods, a beacon of urgency.

Paul's chest tightens, a dreadful realization settling in. The possibilities race through his mind, each one more terrifying than the last. His breaths come in short, rapid bursts, every step heavier than the last, weighted with the dread of what they might find.

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PART 30

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requinoesis · 1 year

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Here are the five winners of Huion's halloween art contest! I really wanted to thank Huion for this interesting opportunity, it would be the first art contest I organize in my life, I hope I did everything correctly.

It was very difficult to choose just 5 winners among the more than 70 participants with a lot of amazing art! Thank you so much to everyone who participated, I hope you had fun!✨

🏆✨The Winners✨

⭐First Place - Maru.nascimento

- I sure love the little dollhouse feeling this art evokes in me! I loved playing with stuff like that when I was a kid and I still love it so much today. I like how all the art conveys the idea of a party between friends on a cozy Halloween night, lit by maybe a television broadcasting some popular spooky movie! I also love everything about the colors!

⭐Second Place - Levi.animarts

- You created amazing characters in all fifteen of this year's Sharktober themes and brought them ALL to Requino's little house! This is for sure the best Halloween shark party little Requino could have! I love your art style and hope to one day be in the art direction of an amazing indie game!

⭐Third Place - Akaizerarts

- You came alone to brighten up Requino's party, but you were apparently the only one who opened the door to his house, that's very polite! This detail caught my attention and I loved the diving suit! You were very creative!

⭐Fourth Place - Snakeheadfrita

- This is so adorable! I was really looking forward to having a participant do something handmade and you impressed me with the amazing details and colors of your needlefelt creation! And I recognize how much work needlefelting can be, you are very talented!

⭐Fifth Place - @its-a-beautful-day

- This was the first craft work that appeared to me and I consider it very special, I really love the rustic feeling it conveys, like a halloween decoration made with a lot of passion and dedication, you have an incredible talent with your hands! I fell in love with the chubby clown fish!

I thought of making honorable mentions for another five works that caught my attention!

❤️First Mention - Chrysapixie

- Blue, purple and pink are colors that I have a deep passion for, so your artwork sure fascinated me, you have a great talent with colors! I also loved the design of your OC!

❤️Second Mention - Pipkinbee

- You were the only one who used 3D art and you did it with great talent! I was inspired by your render and was admiring the details for hours! You reproduced Requino's little house with great mastery!

❤️Third Mention - Sev.the.cat

- I love the pop art feeling your artwork conveys to me! Its colors are very beautiful and its design is very elegant! Your art conjured up the idea of a beautiful party invitation card!

❤️Fourth Mention - Ruri_chiki

- I can't explain it, but I fell in love with your OC's friendly interaction with Requino! So simple and so kind! Your art has given me so much joy!

❤️Fifth Mention - @idessa

- This art was someone from Tumblr known as @Idessa, I love the children's book art feeling their art evokes and I love the little sea slug design!

One additional mention I wanted to make, especially on tumblr, is from the amazing music video by @ravenmoodle ❤️🎶 https://youtu.be/141BktDFkmE That's it, I really was full of doubts about which ones I would choose, but it all came from my heart, I hope you all had fun and that the tablets benefit your artistic talents!🎨✨

Thanks a lot for all!✨

#Shark #Huioncontest #HuionRequinHalloween #Huion

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lacedinweb22 · 9 months

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⌁ Stung by Jealousy ⌁

(Miguel O’Hara x reader)

🕸️ Entangled series 🕸️ ch. 6 (flashback) prev part

Summary: You and Miguel hang out at the mall, where you both get flirted with. These encounters evoke jealousy, and challenge your feelings for each other as well as both of your patience.

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“You gotta pick: ‘Pretzel Palace’ or ‘Cookie Crumbs,’” he asked, pointing at both neon signs in front of us. Miguel had called me to hang out today last minute after ditching yesterday’s study session for a “family emergency.” I knew he felt guilty, so I agreed, but deep down I was still butthurt and suspicious of where he really was or who he was seeing.

* * * *

“Do you go to NYU?” the cashier asked, handing me my cookie.

“Nueva York, yeah. How’d you know?” I asked, slowly grabbing the cookie from his lingering hand.

“You look like it… Smart,” he said, smiling at me.

My cheeks flushed.

“I also go to Nueva York. Thanks for asking. And I’m guessing you… don’t,” Miguel cut in, shrugging, crossing his arms.

“Miguel,” I muttered, elbowing him. He ignored me; his solid stance didn’t budge.

“Y/N and I have physics together,” he added, leaning into me, blocking the cashier’s gaze.

His jaw clenched; I looked down at his hand pointing at the glass window. His other hand was in a tight fist resting beside his hips, his knuckles white.

The glass between them should’ve burst from the tension by now.

“And I’ll have two M&Ms—” he looked down at his badge, “Joseph,” he sarcastically smiled.

Joseph turned back to me, handing Miguel his cookies without making eye contact, keeping his gaze on me. My cheeks were uncontrollably pink and burning. He was cute, but not Miguel.

“So you’re just study buddies. Cool.”

Shit. He’s bold. I would be hiding behind that counter, shitting bricks if Miguel looked at me that way.

Miguel tilted his head at the cashier then turned to me. He was astounded, somehow more astounded than I was.

He looked down at me, waiting for a response from me, some sarcastic comeback, some rejection, but I was too embarrassingly flustered to talk.

“Yeah, so can we pay now? I didn’t know Cookie Craps was encouraging their staff to practice their social skills with their guests now! It’s much needed! Good for you!” Miguel exclaimed, sarcastically, pulling out his wallet. I turned sharply up at him, scolding him with my eyes, which he ignored.

“Cookie Crumbs. And yes, good for me,” Joseph responded, matching his sarcasm, smiling at me.

Miguel’s face dropped, his lips pulling down into an irritated frown. He offered his card over the counter.

“Anddd on the house,” the cashier nodded, his hand refusing Miguel’s card. His coworker looked over at him, rolling his eyes.

Miguel scoffed, also rolling his eyes. “No, you’re too generous,”

“You know what? You, however, can pay me with one coffee date?”

He’s fucking relentless. This is painful.

“I— I,” I stuttered, knowing the person who I wanted most in the world was witnessing this disaster. I would be flattered, and even excited, if I didn’t utterly and completely desire the man beside me.

But, this could also prove something to him. Other people want me.

It’s harmless anyways.

Though I hope it stings just a little.

I forced a less anxious smile and nodded agreeably, “Sounds good.”

“Here’s my number,” he said, writing on receipt paper.

He handed it to me.

I grabbed it slowly, looking up at him then at Miguel, then back at the scribbled numbers in my hand.

Miguel stood still, tense, pink in his cheeks, jaw clenched, and a small paper bag strangled by his fist. His eyebrows furrowed, staring daggers at Joseph.

“Thanks, Joseph,” I said, smiling, pushing my hair behind my ear.

I could feel the fire within Miguel burn next to me. It made me warm.

“Coffee it is,” he grinned, “Just shoot me a text, Y/N.”

* * * *

“Well, that was… something,” Miguel said, nudging me as we walked out with our cookies. “I mean, I guess I made a new friend?” I responded quietly, trying to subliminally communicate to Miguel that it meant nothing to me, that I was loyal to him, that I was waiting for him.

I did, however, find some enjoyment in Miguel’s jealousy.

“And you accepted his number? Wow, Y/N, how friendly,”

“What was I supposed to do? Be friendly and give him my fucking email? At least, I didn’t give him my number. Chill out and leave me alone,” I mumbled, rushing to out-walk and dodge his questions, or maybe avoid him seeing my satisfied smirk. This asshole is jealous.

“You fucking idiot. I told you you were oblivious!” he exclaimed, as we strolled.

He picked up his pace to catch up to me, “He was not flirting, he was being… friendly,” I reasoned.

“Do friends want to take you out for coffee, like he was so desperate to do?”

“We go out for coffee,” I argued.

There was a pause. “Yeah… well that’s different,”

“How so?”

“Just is,”

“How?”

“Shut up and eat your cookie,” he demanded, as we entered the bookstore.

Fucking coward.

I walked towards the back of the bookstore, where my favorite genre hid. Miguel followed behind me.

My eyes scanned the aisle, searching, focused on the plethora of small print.

“So… are you going to text him?”

This could be fun.

“Geez Miguel, you’re thinking about this more than I am… but who knows? I don’t,” I shrugged, smugly.

“How do you not know?” he mumbled, following behind me.

“He wasn’t too cute, and I just, I wasn’t too interested,” I muttered, sliding my fingers across the book bindings on the top shelf.

He just wasn’t you.

“Yeah, he was a fucking loser…” he mumbled behind me, “pushy asshole, pinche—”

“They have it!” I screeched, pulling it out and flipping through the pages. Miguel grabbed the huge cookie out of my hand, letting me have my moment.

He stood behind me, towering over me, peeking down at my book.

“I’ll buy it for you,” he said, grabbing it out of my hands. “It’ll be an early birthday present,” he said, flipping through the pages. I turned, grabbing it back from him.

“My birthday is in six months,” I grabbed my cookie back.

“Perfect, it’s your half birthday, even better,” he reasoned.

“I wanna read at least one chapter here. I’ve been looking for this goddamn book for months,” I said, walking to the sitting area.

“Okay, I’m going to go find something to read. Stay here. Don’t move.” he instructed, walking away from me.

* * * *

I sat reading, when I saw Miguel over my book, coming towards me with a huge quantum theory book. Of course.

He held it up proudly, grinning at me. “I’ve read it before, but it’s the only semi recent work they have,” he muttered, looking down and flipping through it.

“Nice,” I muttered, looking down at my book, continuing my chapter.

He sunk into the chair across from me, looking down at his book. His eyes peered over his book, straight at me. I was too scared to look up.

* * * *

“How’s your book?” I asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Same as when I read it last month: groundbreaking.”

I scoffed.

Suddenly, a girl approached us, more so approached him. She stood over him, whispering, inaudible to me.

He smiled, charmingly, looking up at her, then stood up, now obnoxiously towering over the already tall, beautiful girl. He combed his fingers through his hair, fixing himself up.

His charm made me roll my eyes.

Cocky asshole. So sure of himself, so confident and arrogant and annoying; I could keep going.

He nodded, continuing their quiet conversation, then crossed his arms. His forearms could make me fall to my knees. Her eyes looked down at them, violating him. They must make her weak too. It’s not her fault. He has that effect. Asshole.

She laughed, it was a pretty laugh too.

She’s beautiful. Hell, if I weren’t crushing on Miguel right now, I would be asking her for her number.

“Y/N,”

I snapped out of it, bringing my gaze back to him.

“Yes?”

“Can I use your phone?”

I tilted my head at him. “Where’s yours?”

“Left it in the car,” he said, shrugging.

I handed him my phone, which he handed to her.

She smiled, typing into my phone. She handed it back to me, keeping her gaze on Miguel, smirking back at him, like they had some inside joke, some fucking history I didn’t know about.

My cheeks burned as I watched from the outside; stung by jealousy’s merciless venom.

She started to whisper, seemingly her farewell. He leaned down, letting her whisper directly into his ear. My blood boiled, but I don’t blame either of them. They’re both young, attractive… fucking cunts.

They smiled at each other then she went on her way.

I watched her walk away, as Miguel immediately sunk back into his chair, looking back at his book, returning to his studies casually, as if some girl wasn’t all over him.

Smug son of a bitch.

I cleared my throat, signaling him to look up from his book.

“So what… was that?”

He took a bite of his cookie, “She asked for my number; thought I was cute,”

I rolled my eyes. “Cute,” I muttered, looking back at my book. “And I’m guessing you gave it to her?” I asked, refusing to look up at him and reveal my jealous weakness.

“Nope. I just had her put her number into your phone. I wasn’t too interested,” he muttered, looking at me.

“‘Too,’ hmph, and why don’t you have your phone?”

“Because I’m here with you. You drain enough of my energy and enough of my time,”

“But, you’re single, go give her your number, you fucking wimp,”

“‘Wimp’? I couldn’t— you’re fucking annoying,” he shook his head and looked back down at his book.

“You didn’t take it because I’m fucking annoying?”

“No. I— I mean, why are you so persistent that I give her my number? Do you want me to give her your number? Want me to go give it to her for you?… What’s it to you anyways?” he closed his book shut and placed it on his lap.

Oh. He’s mad. I pushed his buttons. Good.

“What’s it to me? I just don’t want to watch you waste away a loner. I care about you,” I responded, sarcastically.

“Oh you care about me, yeah? How sweet! Didn’t seem like you cared about me a whole bunch back there accepting fucking cookie man’s number, flirting in front of me,”

“And why would that bother you, O’Hara? Hm? You’re not my boyfriend, Miguel,” I asserted confidently, though it still stung to say because I wanted him to be, and I wanted him to want to be mine.

I hope it stung.

His eyebrows flinched, then softened. He saw right through me.

“Bothered me? It was fucking painful for me. I mean I felt bad for you. Don’t worry though. Someday, things will make sense. You’ll find the one… probably when you’re like 63 and less stubborn and fucking irritating, but nonetheless, you’ll find the one,” he reassured me, so kindly.

“Fuck. You,” I said, kicking his foot, hard.

He kept his foot planted, solid on the ground, scowling up at me.

“You. Wish.”

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 10 - The Talk▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤There was a certain look in his eyes now, one of a quiet desperation.

Desperation for what? You grit your teeth. Confusion and annoyance simultaneously cross your face, because you realized you couldn’t reliably get a read on him whatsoever—it being especially frustrating when he always seemed to know what made you tick instead.◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

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Chapter 10 - The Talk

Your chair made its usual scraping noise it always did when you dragged it across the class’ marble floors, and as usual, you sat in the back.

Contemplation was written all across your features as you were looking outside at the gray sky of the common cold season.

It was so early, you ended up being the only one in class, actually feeling peaceful in the silence for once—something that rarely ever happened.

Being late to class was never only about sleeping longer—even though that in itself played a big part. Being late was also because it felt reassuring to hear the heaps of people replace the never-ending noise in your head.

You disliked crowds, you fucking hated people, but you despised how lonely you felt in the sea of your suffocating thoughts the most.

As if being early wasn’t weird enough for you, you also didn’t pull out your laptop right away, something you normally would do upon immediately seating yourself. You didn’t check your phone either, you simply just stared at the depressingly gray view, wondering if Shigaraki was going to show up today, after simply ghosting your ass last week.

He’d left you (to worry) to wonder all week as to whether or not he’d gotten caught, gotten in trouble. Maybe he wasn’t so invincible after all and pulling off a large-scale doxxing operation wasn’t as easy as he made it seem—even for the big bad Shigaraki Tomura.

Not like you could’ve asked him though, when the last three messages you sent were shamelessly left on read.

So you’ve been wondering about him—so much so, your brain began spotting not-Shigarakis everywhere you fucking went lately.

It’s uncanny how this particular character seemed to progressively monopolize your everyday attention ever since you’ve crossed each other’s paths. It’s also uncanny how he seemed to evoke certain feelings inside of you—feelings you thought you wouldn’t be capable of feeling anymore. Feelings such as anger, sadness, betrayal and maybe something more.

Something you forcefully shoved deep, deep down so you wouldn’t have to ever feel anymore.

Something really, really dangerous.

Thinking about him as often as you did doesn't fail to irritate you, and no video game, show or playlist could distract you from your thoughts as well as it used to anymore.

Why? In addition to spending your time sinking down the bottomless pit of your mental conundrum, your best friend has also been consistently pestering you lately, to accompany them to a college party—of all things.

It was the birthday party of one of their hook-ups—you either couldn’t remember who the fuck it was or you didn’t bother to ask—a loose connection, or a ‘friend’, as Taylor would sometimes refer to them.

You fucking hated parties, but the way your friend looked at you with their annoying puppy eyes wasn’t lost on you. Especially since they’re always going above and beyond to help you out, whenever you need them to, no questions asked.

(A big fucking lie, they’d always ask you so many fucking questions.)

Therefore you’d said yes. To both yours and their own surprise.

Which by extension also meant you had to go shopping for new “party-adequate” clothes today, partly because you don’t really plan to embarrass your friend and because it’s also been a while since you’ve worn something nice. You usually don’t, because who the fuck are you trying to impress?

For Taylor however, once again, you’d agreed.

The bell rings, bringing your awareness back to the present as the students poured in and one-by-one found their seats.

It didn’t take long to see a familiar black hooded figure, trudging its way to you all the way from the front entrance. The closer he got with every step, the faster your heart threatened to beat out of your chest, but you didn’t understand your feelings enough to be able to tell why.

“Hey,” he greets you in a quiet, rough voice, avoiding your gaze in a way he’s never done to you before.

You stare.

The man who casually destroyed half the careers of people in your college like it was nothing. For you.

He slid down into the seat next to yours, dropping his bag to the side of his chair and still not bothering to look your way.

It struck you as odd for him to avoid you, when usually he did nothing but his absolute fucking best to capitalize on your attention, whichever way he thought he could get it.

Not today, apparently.

“Hey, you good?” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could realize their implication.

Shigaraki finally turned his head to you, looking a bit taken aback. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his posture was tense.

He doesn’t give you a verbal reply, but instead slightly nods his head once.

Which in turn pushed you to pry further.

“Sooo, you left me on read,” you mention casually in a lilt, resting your arm on the desk and supporting your chin with your hand.

His strikingly red eyes widened and then quickly narrowed, gaze scrutinizing your features and scanning for something he couldn’t seem to find.

You wait patiently, but it doesn’t take long for his dry lips to part.

“I was uh… busy,” he mutters, hand lifting to scratch at his neck and drawing your attention to the many fresh-looking red angry lines that he doesn’t seem to have trouble deepening.

“What?” you huff in amusement. “Did you get in trouble after all?” Your elbow slides along as you lean in nonchalantly, reaching your free hand to put a stop to the absent-minded self-harm.

Your move wasn’t exactly tender, but you don’t swat his hand away with a grimace this time and he—He notices.

Tomura blinks, wondering if you really did hit your head since the last time he’s seen you.

“Huh?”

You quirk a brow. “D’you lose your hearing too, idiot? I asked if you got in trouble after I texted you last time.”

“No?” he scoffs, looking at the hand that was still holding his.

Your hand.

It was warm.

And incredibly soft.

A rosy color began to spread on his pale cheeks.

You roll your eyes and frown at his weirdly distracted demeanor.

“Tsk, forget about it,” you end up grumbling, releasing his hold—but he’s as quick as a cat to grab your wrist instead, immediately giving you a bout of deja vu.

There was a certain look in his eyes now, one of a quiet desperation.

Desperation for what? You grit your teeth.

Confusion and annoyance simultaneously cross your face, because you realized you couldn’t reliably get a read on him whatsoever—it being especially frustrating when he always seemed to know what made you tick instead.

Shigaraki lowers your wrist, slowly, deliberately sliding his cold fingers against your palm before intertwining them with yours experimentally. And for some unknown reason—to you and to him—you didn’t move to pull back this time.

The thought you had while looking into his eyes made you gasp softly.

“Shigaraki…” you whispered, eyes lowering to stare at the thin masculine fingers holding your hand like you were something he could break.

His eyes follow your gaze and he finally breathes, tightening his grip on your hand just barely. “Yeah?”

“What are we doing?” Again?

When he looked at you again, it seemed like you could physically feel the world spinning on its own axis. He looked less vulnerable this time as he looked unsure. Your brain was trying and failing to piece it together, but something important was missing, bewitched by a beautiful set of red eyes.

The professor walks in and greets everyone, but Tomura couldn’t care less, because it takes him all two seconds to come to a decision.

Using a little bit of force, he pulled you out of your chair and dragged you on the way out of the classroom. You surprisingly let him without much protest, the back of his dark colored hoodie taking up most of your vision and the shock of unruly white hair bouncing softly in his stride as he casually fucking kidnaps you from your shared computer science class.

A few curious looks were thrown your way, including the fucking professor himself, begging you to reconsider, but something about Shigaraki’s weird determination and the curiosity devil sitting on your shoulder himself pulled you in to follow.

His spell slightly wears off the moment you’ve stepped out of the class, panic filling you as bills of valuables you couldn’t afford to replace were now left behind.

“Wait, we left our bags in class!” You shake his hand slightly and try for his attention.

“Shut up,” Shigaraki unexpectedly snaps at you, sounding angry and making your body stiffen.

“What? Where are we going? Hey! Stop!” you reply, finally starting to resist, but his grip on you tightens exponentially.

He didn’t know where he was taking you. This wasn’t part of any grand scheme of his, he just knew he needed you alone.

It wasn’t like you could suddenly read minds, however.

“I said shut UP! Just follow me,” he barks at you again, raising his strained voice, desperate for you to just fucking listen to him for once.

Your lips pursed at his reaction. You were not his doormat.

“Or what?” you challenge, putting actual force into slowing him down, even if it meant hurting yourself in his tight grip.

“What?” He snaps his head in your direction and finally stops in his tracks, dismayed.

“Or fucking what, I asked?” You try to free your hand from his, but he wouldn’t let you. “What ya gonna do this time, crazy?” you ask, anger quickly weaving itself in your tone.

In the span of a moment, you see how his expression goes from irritated confusion to something dark.

Shigaraki releases your wrist and you pull away immediately, stepping back while he stalks forwards, regret flowing through your veins at whatever stupid idea compelled you to follow him earlier.

Your back hits the wall in the familiar way it always happens whenever Shigaraki is in your proximity.

Yeah, definitely deja vu.

“This is not what I wanted to—ugh, GODDAMNIT!” he shouted at no one, but it still ended up making you jump.

He ran his hand across his face in obvious frustration.

When he finally seems to gather himself, his intense gaze falls back to your face, and you can almost feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on you.

The air you breathe becomes charged with an electrifying tension as his haunting red eyes pierce through your soul and an unsettling chill creeps over your skin.

The totality of his attention was now narrowed to yourself only.

This is the look that he was missing minutes ago.

The trademark Shigaraki look.

He closes the space and cages you in between his arms in a way you now know it’s on purpose, forcing you to focus on him and only him, the way all he could fucking think of lately was you, you, you.

“We’re in the hallway, again,” your voice quivers slightly and you roll your eyes in faux confidence. “Do you have an exhibitionism kink?” you say, puffing in his face and furrowing a brow now that he was so close and you could literally feel the tickle of his breaths against your face.

It lightens him up in seconds and he cracks an amused smile, tight expression slightly softening at your quip.

“Do you really want to find out?”

“Shigaraki,” you warn and glare at him sharply.

And he absolutely loathed when you said his name like that—cold and detached.

He’d prefer you say it differently, dripping with adoration, with lust.

Worshiping him like the god he was sure he was—calling him by his first name.

“What,” he mutters in a gravelly tone, mouth slowly inching closer to yours, aching for a taste.

You hesitate for less than a moment, but catch yourself in time before you lose yourself again. Before you lose yourself to him.

“I don’t want to fucking kiss you,” you glance down at his lips, barely a hair away from touching yours. He stiffened, rough hands at the sides of your head clenching into tight fists and his jaw locks.

He wanted you, he wanted you, he wanted you.

“That’s a lie,” he finally whispers, blood-red eyes boring into you in the way you’ve come to accept as familiar, quickly searching for confirmation, anything to prove that he was right, that you were in fact lying, because he was this close to fucking losing control again in front of you, take you by force and undo all his recent efforts to make you like him.

Maybe you wouldn’t be compliant at first, but he’d take you whichever way he can get you if it meant you would be fucking stuck with him. You’d understand one day, surely—

“No, it’s not.” Your brows shot down, interrupting his train of thought. “First, explain to me why you thought it was fine to do all that shit to me, to harass me.” You place your hands on his chest, pushing him back softly. He growls in response, but doesn’t let you create distance, doesn’t budge from his rightful spot—towering over you.

Hearing footsteps and consequently seeing the random strangers passing by and wearing disgusted looks on their faces made you grow embarrassed at world record speeds.

Shigaraki was pinning you to the wall, and you could only imagine how the two of you looked like a couple of highschool band kids making out in the hallway.

“You know what—” You looked around nervously. “Let’s not do this here,” you try to reason, suddenly painfully aware of your surroundings. You returned your gaze to him, hoping he’d have a shred of shame, or empathy, or something and understand, but unfortunately for you, he couldn’t care less about your discomfort or how this made either of you look.

Instead, his mind was focused, running through all the scenarios, all the possible things he could say right now to win you over to his side, but for once, he fell short.

What could he say to you? You heard rumors about him, but you probably didn’t truly understand their weight.

You wouldn’t understand how obsessively he wanted to fuck you over, to ruin your life and destroy your ego, until the only person in the universe that was left to want you as you’d be—broken and irreparable—would be him.

Only him.

Because he could.

Because no one ever takes away his broken toys.

Still, he’d decided to go through the pacifist run for now, in hopes of you becoming willingly compliant. It would be much easier if you’d just willingly submit to him, rather than risk you taking the forever exit and never getting to see you again.

Tomura couldn’t tell the difference between romantic feelings and obsession. Between cherishing something or wanting to destroy it before it turned to weakness.

But that’s not something you’d ever understand.

So instead, he scanned over your face, as if the correct dialogue option would magically pop up and save his run, which unfortunately for him, would never happen. “I fucking like you,” Shigaraki confesses bluntly, giving you pause. You look at him, startled, waiting for him to correct himself. Until you become confused.

And then you seethe.

“So fucking what?” You finally snap out of it, raising your voice and elbowing him away as hard as you could, feeling like the ground was swallowing you in. “You’re so fucking twisted if you think that this is how you treat the person you have feelings for—or that it would somehow make up for all the fucking shit you’ve done!” you shout at him unrestrained, your noise crinkling in disgust.

Hurt flashes across his face and he snarls.

“You—!”

“Yes,” he hisses at you with a terrifying smile, the visible pain on his face morphing into something akin to despair in a matter of seconds. “Yes, I’m so, so incredibly fucked up. You’re abso—fucking—lutely right,” he chuckles dryly, “Did you expect a bouquet of flowers and a heartfelt apology? Grow the fuck up,” he spits the words defensively, taking a step back.

Wide-eyed and brows creased, you watched him in true disbelief, but before you could retaliate, he spoke first.

“You’re so fucking strange. I don’t know how to fucking deal with you. There’s nothing special about you, yet you—”

You? You’re strange? You?!

“I can’t get you out of my fucking mind! Every damn day, I obsess with thoughts of… thoughts of you. You’re so fucking hot and cold, you ignore me, rile me up, despise me again, then you’re friendly and fucking ask me if I’m okay. Me! You’re asking ME!” his panicked voice cracks and all previous semblances composure slip away from him, baring his teeth at you, looking absolutely unhinged.

Because nobody asks Shigaraki Tomura if he’s doing okay. His confession left you speechless, but not for long.

You lunge forward, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him close.

And he bent for you.

He always did.

“What gives you the right to have feelings for me, Shigaraki?” you speak and your expression turns sour. “Do you even fucking know what I went through, to get here? You don’t know shit. A pathetic little sociopath that’s never learned to be human, who uses other people’s fucked up little secrets to own them. For just a little bit of fun.”

Weeks of pent up anger, all slip out of you at once.

“You don’t know ANYTHING about who I am, who I was, yet you play with my life and act like I’m your fucking toy!” you inhale sharply, “You then manipulate my only fucking friend to get what you want. You come to my house. You pretend you’re a good boy. For how long, hm?” You tilt your head in feigned innocence. “How long until you snap again and do it all over again? Until I do something that displeases your Highness and you quadruple down to make sure I really kill myself this time?” The last of the words tumble out and you feel your throat closing, making you choke up.

Shigaraki pressed his lips into a tight line, shoulders slumping.

He couldn’t let you slip through his fingers like this. He’d picked the wrong answer. He’d fucked up.

Shit, shit, shit.

“I told you, I won’t fucking—”

“Do that again? Why?” You can’t help but break into a bout of manic little giggles. “What’s different? What’s changed? You want me to believe that, just because your twisted little heart feels something for once—that you’ve changed? You’re a different person?” Your grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles turning white and you were seeing red.

“You mean it? You’ll leave me the fuck alone if I reject your feelings right fucking now? That you’ll never talk to me again if I fucking ask you to? Pinky—fucking—Promise?!”

Shigaraki’s body started tensing and you noticed.

He couldn’t deny and he couldn’t promise you any of that—because you’ve seen straight through his nature. He’d underestimated you. Should’ve known better judging by the information he dug up about you. Watching your disgusting joke of an ex use you and then him using that and posting the media for everybody to see, only to bring you down under his foot where he wanted you to belong.

No, you were absolutely right about him.

Still, he hated the impact your words had on him.

He hated the way you made him feel.

“Hm? Not even going to go ahead and deny it? Maybe lie a little?” You release him with a sardonic smile plastered onto your face. “Fucking thought so,” you finally finish, turning your back on him—but the fucking snake slithers his long arms around your waist and pressed you close to him. You felt his heart thumping violently against your back and his erratic breathing against your neck.

“Let go,” you warn carefully.

“No,” he grunts, “No, you’re coming with me, and we’re going to fucking fix this.”

Your fingers were desperately twisting in the fabric of his black sleeves, working to pry his hands away from you. “Fucking let go of me, Shigaraki. Now.” you struggled uselessly and your voice cracked, “I’m fucking done talking with you. I don’t want to fucking see your stupid fucking face ever again!”

If there was one thing you hated more than obsessive psychopathic assholes, that would be obsessive psychopathic assholes with the ability to ignore you saying ‘no’ and physically taking your autonomy away when you didn’t want them to.

“Ugh!”

“Please…” he whispered so quietly you almost didn’t catch it—and then all the sudden, his hold on you was gone.

You thought either hell froze over or you’ve finally lost it, because if you heard correctly, Shigaraki was fucking begging.

Begging you, of all people.

“What?” you turned your head, mouth ajar, to stare at the most horrified you’ve ever seen Shigaraki be.

He didn’t repeat himself.

Instead, he backed away like a wounded animal, turned around and stormed off on squeaking converse, leaving you in the dust for once.

Several moments had passed after he’d left, with you standing and looking in the direction Shigaraki had disappeared, trying to wrap your head around the entire fucking situation.

Eventually you turn around, different emotions overwhelming your senses as you begin stomping back to the classroom to retrieve your belongings.

Anger. Confusion. Shame.

Why did your life turn into a fucking soap opera all over again?

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It was getting quite cold, you noticed. A temperature that the thin fabric of your cheap clothes wouldn’t be able to shield you from, especially not today.

You were waiting outside the campus gates for Taylor to finally go shopping together, hoping that’ll cheer you up or distract you from the earlier… incident.

“Jeez babe, did a truck run you over on the way out?” Taylor quipped upon finding your gloomy form leaned against the fence.

“Fuck off with that and let’s go, I’m freezing.”

They eyed you suspiciously for a moment until a knowing smirk formed on their stupid fucking face.

“Anyway, so—I pretty much bombed my history exam, but did you know the professor…”

It’s probably been like five minutes total since entering the mall’s forever 21—maybe ten if you’re really generous, and it makes you roll your fucking eyes, because you’ve already somehow ended up losing your friend to the sea of endless clothing articles.

Navigating around on your own like the big girl you were, you managed to actually find a cute band shirt and some black jeans that you could add to your lackluster wardrobe. Taylor should be proud.

You were in the middle of wondering what exactly your friend meant by ‘looking good’ for a party you didn’t care for, when you accidentally bump into something—or someone.

“Ah shit, my bad—” you quickly say, as you turn around and your eyes meet a pair of beautiful turquoise ones.

It stuns you and your gaze lingers for a second longer than it was appropriate, looking away too late by the time you realized you were staring. You felt your face burning, blushing like a fucking teenager.

The person you bumped into was an incredibly handsome dude, black ink tattoos covering most of his features—and daddy issues—burnt black dyed hair and the darkest, hottest eye-bags you’ve ever seen before. His nose, ears and lips were all pierced multiple times.

The guy looked like he came straight out of a rock band performance and you felt like you were about to be taken to the back stage.

He watches you, an amused smile gracing his lips.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” the playboy says with an impossibly husky voice, and you fucking go beet-red at the sound of it. At the prospect of him giving you attention.

You weren’t used to being around men so fucking out of your league, let alone for them to be hitting on you. You also liked to fantasize that you weren’t the type to fall for it so easily. That you weren’t like the others.

That made you 1) incredibly lucky for it to happen to you and 2) incredibly wrong and delusional about what kind of person you really were.

It took you twenty something years to get to where you finally realized it, but it turns out, you absolutely were the type to fall for charismatic sweet talk and attention—especially when said attention came from goth fuckboys with black hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

“F-Fuck off, dude,” you bark with no bite, feeling especially embarrassed at him catching you off-guard like this.

“That’s the plan doll, but you’re kind of blocking the way,” he chuckles and your eyes widen for a second before you step aside begrudgingly.

You hoped this would be the last of your interaction with him, but the universe must hate you, or you haven’t prayed enough to your god in this lifetime, because instead of fucking off like he promised he would, his lips part again to speak.

“So that’s what you’re into, huh?” He attempts to make small talk, pointing at the band shirt in your arms.

“Huh? Ah. Sure. Used to be,” you answer mechanically, looking anywhere you could but him.

“Oh? What are you into now, then?”

God, the fucking awkwardness could kill you.

Why did he engage with you when there’s ‘sweethearts’ all over this fucking store? Is he the type to hit on literally anybody? You couldn’t help but feel like he was one hundred percent toying with you.

“I-It’s none of your business and I’d like to find my friend now. Bye!” You turn to walk away, to find your fucking friend and to escape this unbearable situation, but life was never fucking easy.

The usual.

“Hey, stop trying to wriggle away from me. Tell me what your name is, at least.” He put a warm hand on your shoulder and you tensed up. “Mine’s—”

“Dabiiiiiii!” you heard your friend squeal in the distance and turn your head to them, feeling dumbfounded.

“Tay?” his smile widened.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“You guys know each other?!” Taylor wrapped their arms around ‘Dabi’, giving him a good squeeze. He ‘patted their back’, fingers pressing and feeling around in what you could only describe an incredibly flirty manner.

“We were getting there.” He gave you a lazy smile and then winked.

“Who’s this guy?” You glare at your friend and throw your thumb backwards at the ‘Dabi’ dude.

“I’m right next to you, angel,” he replies, leaning in too fucking close for your comfort, his hot and minty breath making contact with your neck.

You shoot them both a bewildered look, step backwards and cover your neck with your hand like he just shot hot flames against it.

“Dabi, don’t pick on her! She’s my little wallflower!” Taylor obnoxiously tells him in a sickly sweet tone that you’ve only seen them use on people they sleep with.

You hated that they both treated you like the fucking middle child, standing in the way between them and the bedroom, but neither seemed to really mind while gazing deeply into each other’s eyes, the way only lovers would.

It was fucking gross and you were gearing up to leave.

“That so? She’s cute, you think she’d give me her number?” The stranger nudges you. “Mm, what do you say, doll?”

“You know what?” You give Taylor a tense grin. “Fuck this, fuck yourselves, and then text me when you’re done with it.” Flipping them both off, you throw the clothes you picked up back on the pile and quickly storm out of the store.

“Sheeesh, she’s a lively one.” His lazy grin spread. “Was only fuckin’ around, you think she’s really mad at me?”

“Don’t tease her too much, Dabi. She’s been through a lot lately.” Taylor cupped his cheek fondly.

“Yeah? Reminds me of a… friend I have, actually. I’d bet a heavy stack, they’d get along,” he murmurs absentmindedly, finally turning his attention to them fully, leaning in for a kiss. Taylor reciprocates, flicking their tongue against his lower lip almost immediately, silently asking for access. He could only groan, more than happy to oblige.

You end up walking around the mall aimlessly by your lonesome, sort of pissed off that your friend is ditching your shopping date for some random hot guy right after they begged you to go with them for so long.

The nearest GameStop was only a couple of feet away, so you decide to go in and kill some time but not really planning to get anything.

You’ve learned there is no point in buying physical things, seeing as you never know when you’ll have to move again. It would be nice to start collections, to be able to keep them, but you know better than to trust your life not to fuck you over again.

In the future, when you’ve secured a well paying job, an apartment that you could call your forever home, you’ll make sure to fill it with whatever your heart fucking desires.

But for now, you’ll lose yourself in browsing the store, positively overwhelmed by colors and shapes of your nostalgia. You read the titles you used to play, pick up merch of your favorite franchise and just quietly live in the moment, nursing the forgotten child inside you.

The cashier looked making-less-than-minimum-wage bored, scrolling mindlessly on her phone, so you kept wandering around the small empty store unbothered, looking at various items on every shelf.

Until you heard your name spoken out loud by some guy behind you.

You think you feel a comical cross-popping vein appear on your fucking forehead.

Why couldn’t everyone leave you the fuck alone for once today? Is that too much to fucking ask?

You turn around to get a look at whatever asshole ended up recognizing you, and are met with a pair of familiar brown eyes.

“...Hi,” you reply, swallowing empty.

You honestly thought you’d never see this guy again, that’s the reason why you didn’t end up shooting him a message, but after all that’s happened to you in the almost two months that since passed, it now feels a little silly to not have texted him this entire time.

Not for a lack of trying, though, you were often debating with yourself, but opted against it every time as you felt like the grace period was long over and he probably wouldn’t have appreciated your half assed attention.

It takes you a split second to recognize the simple truth—that you were wrong.

“H-Hi!” he beamed at you.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” you admit sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck and looking over his appearance properly, now that it wasn’t obscured by dim colorful arcade lighting in the middle of the night.

A thick white beanie crowned his loose, messy, long purple hair, and the graphic tee he wore—a superhero anime you'd only caught glimpses of online—was clearly two sizes too big for him. Your almost-friend was buff, short sleeves revealing endless weeks of training. But what caught your attention was the reading glasses that you’re positive he hadn’t worn the first time you’ve encountered him—or has he?—and subsequently the smattering of acne scars that laid down uneven patterns of rugged skin, making you wonder just how painful that must’ve been to deal with.

Despite all that, it was the reluctant shy demeanor, contrasting his intimidating, rough features, that made you recognize him right away.

The arcade guy.

“What brings you here?” You turn your attention to a cute fucking mug in your hands, and ponder if you should make an exception to your no-buying-stuff rule this once.

“I—uhmm. I actually came here with a friend, and we split off earlier! I wanted to see if they finally had a copy of Elden Ring here. It’s been sold out for like a week now, can’t find it anywhere. I’ve been on a Dark Souls marathon for the past three months, waiting for the release, but after it came, all these stupid ass bots scalped every copy off the freaking internet!” The guy rolled his eyes. “A-Ah, sorry! I went off talking too much again! W-What about you? Why are you here?” he said, left hand rubbing at his right arm, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of you.

“Same thing, actually. My friend—” You frown, remembering why they ditched you, “Uhhh, we also kinda split up.”

“Really?! That’s crazy!” he bounced on his feet a little more excitedly than he should’ve. You remembered why you found the guy cute back then, despite not having bothered to remember his name.

Oh shit, what was his name, actually? The one he saved in your contacts merely referred to him as ‘arcade guy’.

“So, umm. There’s an electronic store a floor below us. W-Would you like to try the new VR-Headset with me? Pretty sure we could play a round of Payday 2 for free if we ask,” he proposed shyly, gauging your reaction and threading between taking it back or letting you answer.

He definitely saw hesitation in your face, but to both of your surprises, you put the mug back in its place and smiled at him.

“Sure, fuck it, why not?”

“Fuck—! There’s only one bag left, hurry!” gamer dude exclaims, but unfortunately you’re downed again.

“Shit, this VR shit is tripping me out, I can’t aim for shit,” you admit, exasperated.

“It’s ok, hold, hold, hold—I got you!”

By the time he got to you though, a dozer fucks him up and you both lose miserably.

You take your headset off and notice that both of you were kind of sweaty and out of breath.

“Oh, fuck. What’s the time? Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the guy asks, putting the headset and the controllers back in place and looks at his phone. You do the same. “Ahhhhhh, he’s going to kill meeeeeeee!” He panics after reading a text on his phone, and proceeds to start walking off right after.

“I gotta find my friend again, but it was really, really fun! See you around!” He waves at you, and before he can leave, you subconsciously reach two fingers and yank him by the back of his hood.

“Urk–!” he coughs, getting mildly strangled by the material. “What was that for?” his voice wavers and he shoots you a nervous look.

“I—Uhh… I never got your name, actually—and I had fun, too,” you look away, feeling pretty guilty.

“P-Pretty sure I told you my name last time,” The guy fidgets with the collar of the hoodie, a blush spreading on his acne-ridden skin.

Damn, he wasn’t cutting you any slack, huh?

“I know, I’m really sorry I for—”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself, really!” shy guy laughs nervously. “I really enjoyed gaming with you, though. At the arcade and here too, but I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. I asked you to come here on a whim, actually. I’m sorry.”

“No, listen, man,” you begin, staring at your shoes and feeling remorseful. “There’s nothing wrong with you and I’m not forcing it, I’m just really garbage at making human connections. I push everyone away, not just you. So don’t, uhh. Don’t feel bad about it, kay? I was wrong, though. I’d really like to game with you again sometime. It’s is fun.” You reach your sweaty-ass hand out for a handshake.

The guy stares at it hesitantly for a second and then takes it.

“Honest?” he asks.

“Honest,” you answer.

“That’s fucking awesome!” He jumps and adds, “I-I was actually replaying that night in my head over and over, trying to figure out what I did to mess up…”

You must’ve made a face, because he was quick to back himself up.

“I-I mean! It’s okay now. I’m also… bad at making friends. So I like—understand or whatever,”

His phone went off, startling him.

“Shit, shit, shit. I gotta run!” He spins on his foot and paces away. “Name’s Iguchi, by the way!” Iguchi shouts at you on the way out and you smile, waving at him and pulling out your phone to make sure his name gets saved properly this time around.

You also make your way outside the tech store and throw one last look at the mall’s exit, seeing long purple hair bouncing around from a jog, to catch up to… Goth dude? They know each other?

Immediately after, Taylor calls you up.

“So, I bought you some shit I know you’ll like,” they giggle before continuing, “Oh, your Holiness, will you ever forgive me for hooking up in the forbidden changing rooms?” your friend gasps, “Do you wanna know what his dick looks like?!”

“Ew, gross! Taylor, please—” you grimaced, praying they’re joking.

“Oh my god, he also really wanted your number btw! I’m soooooo looking forward to the party on Saturdaaayyy!” they squeal into your ear. “Hold on! Don’t move, I think I see you!” Your friends waves at you enthusiastically with like thirty bags in their hands all the way from the other side of the floor.

How they even spotted you from so far away was a mystery completely beyond your current cognitive capabilities.

“Can we finally leave now? I wanna go home,” you grunted into your phone’s mic.

“Ohh, shut the fuck up. Bet ya bought like, at least three stupid games from the nerd store while I was getting dick, don’t even lie to me, girl!”

You blushed, standing still and waiting so they could catch up with you. “Only one, actually,” you admit with a snort, sending you both into a chuckle fit.

Taylor skips the last few steps to you, hooks their arm into yours and pulls you forward with them, as if it wasn’t you who was waiting on them the entire time. “C’mon, we gotta catch the train.”

“Okay, but you are buying your fucking ticket this time around, right?”

“Riiiight,” they giggle.

You roll your eyes and smile at your friend, burning red eyes plaguing the back of your mind for the days to follow, as will the four little words that you swear you could still hear ringing in your ears.

’I fucking like you.’

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