#It's funny whenever i remember that day i-i feel scared (a react as if i afraid of something) my body starts to shake

[sotogalmo]

5:(?) — 6:04

It's turning dark. "No children" is playing. I feel a pit in my stomach or maybe something around there. I dunno why.

[celibibratty]

(sigh), yesterday was the day, the day that changed everything, the day I saw that damn story, whenever December 23th arrives I always think about that, i will talk about this day cuz i think It's important for me to talk about this💨, I even remember the clothes I was wearing that day, I was wearing a blue tank top with flowery purple short, it was 2019, I was in the bedroom and it was almost night, I was watching this ao3, checking to see if there was any new sean x daniel story, and I updated the page and with that a new fanfic appeared (which was this damn story), I looked at the tags and saw that the story was happening in blood brothers and there was something to do with rape/abuse, I thought "hmn, this must be just another story of Sean acting like a freak (and I also i used read all of the stories,so)", I put it on, the story had started with the first red flag, which it was the fact that the person put the homies from ep 3 (cough, cough cassidy) in it and made daniel being supeer okay with that 💢🔥, and i get super pissed because in the story the person put that daniel was jealous of finn stealing sean from him tho in the game daniel is jealous of sean WITH CASSIDY NOT WITH FINN!!!💢🔥(and in the story there was cassidy in the middle), i thought it was so stupid, but keep reading, well, then we got to the shocking part, I got to the part that is close when things...start happening, and I realized that daniel had some weird dialogues and a very strange way for being the victim, I just remember that I felt a pain in my stomach, a bad feeling and thought "wait!?, is daniel who going to do this to sean?, no, no, it can't be, it can't be that", then I went down and I got to the naughty parts, I realized it was really Daniel and I thought "yeah, it is", I was so shocked, so disgusted, it never crossed my mind to invent Daniel doing this to Sean, I never pictured Daniel that way (he was my bratty💧, the sassy pretty kid💧), i never thought of daniel like that with sean, i didn't imagine them like that even in redemption (even daniel being more masculine), imagine then in bb, never!, I got super anxious, I started to shake, my breathing was so labored, I couldn't even breathe, but my mind forced me to keep reading until I finished, because I thought that if I kept reading, if I endured it maybe it would hurt less...

(it's almost like I knew that from now on this version of their pair would be more frequent, so i should get used to it, a-and I didn't wanted to sound boring, or different, I don't understand why I thought that way, I don't care what others think, but at the time I remember that I didn't wanted to be different, i didn't wanted to be the only one), I felt like snow white in the scene with the trees, I had finished reading, totally devastated and a bit numb, I saw that there were some comments, I wanted to see even for maliciousness, i wanted to see if someone was complaining about this shit, but no, and to my surprise every single person that i knew that were the ones that "enjoyed" sean x daniel was praising it, i felt (sigh) so betrayed, the comments people saying things like "possessive daniel is so hot", " oh, daniel topping sean is such a concerpt that should be more explore" and I was like "no, what do you mean?, daniel is not like that, I thought you liked it them together because it was cute💧", I felt horrified, it was everyone, I remember throwing the phone on the bed in horror, then I got up and went to do my tasks to reflect a little, before I talk about this part I need to talk about another situation/fanfic that have a great influence on that day, but sometimes I forget about it (well, before this damn fanfic appeared, the most recent and famous story was a story that had a kinda of lolita vibe, that's what I call this story, the lolita story vibe, this fanfic was also one that had/has a kinda of heavy/nonsense vibe, but I had read it and thought it was okay, I even kinda of...liked it at the time💨, but then one day someone made a comment saying that they didn't like the story very much, because they thought sean didn't seem like sean, he was very pervert and that the story had a kind of strange vibe, very heavy, and the person didn't like it very much, I was so ashamed, I hadn't thought like that, I thought it was okay, I got like "yeah, y-you are right, this story is do weird💧💨"...

continuing, I remember cleaning the cats' potty and mentally saying "I hated this story, I thought it was disgusting, horrible, I want the person who invented it to suffer, I thought it was horrible" but then another voice appeared saying "no ana, don't say that, it's not cool to talk like that about other people's work, the person probably worked hard on it, the story was huge), but I thought "i don't care, I thought it was nasty, I hated it, that was horrible", and then the other voice said "oh, ana, but the lolita story was also horrible, and YOU liked it!, you don't have the right to complain, if you liked that one, now you'll have to like this one too" (it seemed like a dispute between my mind and my heart), I felt so bad, I wanted to take it away from me, but I couldn't open up to anyone, I was thinking about marina, what was I going to say to her?💧, I didn't wanted her to see these dolls like that, I didn't wanted that she sees them like that now too, I didn't wanted her to remain like me, I think it's horrible, but I swear I would give this story a kudo even though I hated it and it made me feel so sick, but it was because I thought that maybe giving a kudo I would feel less bad for having hated it, I finished doing what I had to do, I went to the bedroom and when I updated the page of this ao3 the story was gone, it gone in the same day(it seems like it only appeared to mess with my head cuz it gone right after it), the story had been deleted (and thank god it was gone, i swear i would have given a kudo if it hadn't and i would never-forgive-myself-for-it), i got so relieved, i even felt...happy, but what had it done to me , it was done, even relieved, I still felt strange, I felt that I had lost something, and I say, I feel that on that day I lost my love for these dolls, after that it was never the same, tbh i feel like i lost everything, everything that meant to me (my love for this dolls, my confidence, my stability, a-and my creativity)

[landosjpg]

evening breath | ln

the one where you and your neighbor get a little too close.

lando norris x gender-neutral!reader

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: the tiniest bit of fluff, pining, lando gets rejected, reader being dumb (it’s okay it's a happy ending), suggestive if you squint at the end

pls let me know if i'm missing something

notes: part two of boy next door. despite of the pic reader is gender-neutral!!!! also not proofread

it was summer break for lando, and luckily you happened to have a few weeks off work too. he had decided to spend his free time in monaco this year around, and you were happy you'd get to spend it with him.

soon, your movie nights turned into whole days in each other's apartments, giggles filling any room the two of you were in. he had the ability to make you cry of laughter in the matter of a few seconds, and maybe that was the reason you felt your heart swell with joy every time you looked at him.

it wasn't in your plans, falling for him. but you couldn't help but notice every little detail about him. from the way his body relaxed whenever your finger traced random shapes in his arm as you two watched a movie, to how he looked at you every time he made a joke to make sure you found it funny.

maybe it was the moment lando had faked a yawn to wrap his arm around you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the stupid cliché. or maybe it was when, only seconds later, you leaned into him and rested your head in his chest.

one of those moments had brought you here. those innocent, sweet gestures turning into soft touches, that soon ended up in long cuddling sessions in your couch.

the movie in the background long forgotten every time while, with his arms wrapped around you, you both talked in soft whispers, scared of the intimacy between you two being broken if you even dared to raise your voice in the slightest.

you woke up that morning feeling a little disoriented, the sunlight hitting your face as you noticed that you were still on your couch. lando's arms holding you close and your legs tangled with his under the soft blanket. you didn't remember falling asleep, but you were sure you weren't that close to him while watching your second movie of the night.

"you're awake," he mumbled when you squirmed under his grip, his voice raspy and his eyes closed, telling you that he had woken up not long ago.

the closeness between you two made your breath mix with his, and you pulled slightly away, taken aback by the proximity.

"did i wake you up?" you asked him. he only shook his head, tightening his grasp around you and pulling you close again.

he didn't say anything else, instead he leaned into you and hid his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose softly against your skin. you sighed softly, closing your eyes again and letting yourself relax under his touch.

however, your body froze the second his lips placed a kiss on the bare skin of your collarbone. he was soft and tender, but somehow it managed to send a shiver down your spine.

you didn't react when he giggled at your reaction, or when he pulled back to look at you again.

but you did react when you felt his eyes on your lips, his face leaning closer to the point the tip of your nose was brushing against his. you swore you felt your heart on your throat, and as much as you wanted him yo kiss you, your body betrayed you.

without even thinking about it, your fingers moved to his lips, pressing softly against them and stopping him from breaking the distance between the two of you.

"morning breath," was all you could manage to say, internally slapping yourself for how stupid that sounded. "i'm sorry, i..." you immediatelly tried to save the situation as you realized that the little smile on his lips had disappeared and he was starting to sit down on the couch.

"it's alright, y/n," he cut you off, standing up and brushing it off the best he could, "i should get going anyway."

you didn't dare to say anything else, watching as he put his shoes back on while your body was curled under the blanket. as he always did, he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving. but this time, the cold spot next to you hit you harder.

you weren't sure what had possessed you into stopping him like that. but you regretted your actions when, after a few hours since he had left, his name still hadn't popped out on your phone.

you felt stupid for letting him go like that without explaining yourself. you did want him to kiss you, but you were scared. terrified, if you will.

lando had been part of your life for a little less than two months, and the feelings you had grown for him were suffocating already. all you wanted was to spend time with him, make him laugh and hear him rambling about whatever.

but you were scared of ruining what you had built together those past weeks by crossing the thin line that could turn your friendship into a messy situationship.

you knew you were self-sabotaging as you always did, but the thought of letting yourself be loved frightened you.

and if there was something that scared you even more than being loved in that moment, it was losing lando. and your fears came true when, after that day, he still hadn't reached out to you.

one day turned into two, and two days turned into a week. you were too embarrassed to be the one to text first, so you just grieved your loss and regretted having rejected him for weeks.

you understood the reason why he just disappeared, though, but you wished he would've given you an opportunity to explain yourself after all.

it wasn't until a few weeks later that you saw him again. you hadn't seen him, or talked to him, since that very morning on your couch, so you weren't expecting to bump into him in the hall of your building.

you were tired after spending the whole day in the office, and you were still checking something in your phone as you walked quickly through the hallway. when his body crashed into yours, you didn't look up, too distracted by the document you were reading.

instinctively, he held you to make sure you wouldn't fall. you were ready to keep making your way into the elevator after murmuring a "sorry" under your breath when his voice interrupted you.

"y/n," his voice made you come back to earth, and you quickly looked up to meet his eyes.

"lando," you answered, your voice a whisper again. "what are you doing here?" you asked, not really knowing what else to say. his chuckle made you realize how stupid your question really was.

"i still live here," he answered, starting to guide you two to the elevator, as you two were going the same way.

"yeah, but..." you started, letting him hold his hand on the small of your back, the simple touch filling your stomach with butterflies again. "listen, what happened that morning... i didn't mean to..."

"hey," he interrupted you, his eyes locked on your face. and if it weren't for his next words, you'd think he still liked you. "no hard feelings."

you took a deep breath and looked at his face, his eyes piercing through yours as you gathered the courage to tell him what you should've said that morning instead of letting him leave.

"i really didn't mean to do that," your voice was a little shaky and regret was clear in your eyes. "i wanted you to kiss me, i swear, i just got scared. i didn't want to ruin what we had because of a kiss that could mean nothing to you, and i know what i did was stupid cause i ruined everything anyway. it was the worst excuse ever, and if i could go back in time..." you trailed off as you noticed that the elevator had stopped and it was only a matter of seconds til you had to go different ways again.

he looked at you, rising his eyebrows and encouraging you to finish your sentence with a nod of his head.

"i wouldn't stop you," you said in what was almost a whisper once again, your legs weak as your confession made you feel vulnerable in front of him.

"well," he said, his eyes still locked with yours. "do you have anything against evening breath?"

the absurdity of the question made you chuckle and you felt a sense of relief washing all over you, knowing that he wasn't mad at you for rejecting him weeks ago. you softly shook your head, and before you could give him a proper answer, his lips were on yours.

you kissed him back tenderly, your arms around his neck while his wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him and deepening the kiss. with your lips still locked in each other's, he ushered you towards his front door.

"want to come in?" he uttered in between kisses as he looked for his keys in his jeans' pockets. you nodded with a giggle.

"gotta make up for lost time," you whispered, following him inside and kissing him all the way to his room.

[sxftkxssxs]

hello again! It’s that riders of Icarus guy- so sorry for bothering you with that! Most people don’t really know what the game is so I don’t blame you, but I think an easier way to request something with the arcana would just be an mc with two wyvern familiars plus the m6 reacting. Again you don’t have to do this one, I feel bad I asked that cause it was a waste of your time- I hope you’re having a wonderful day and get plenty of rest!

I hope this is what you wanted! If you do want something different just ask <3

MC who has Wyvern Familiars (M6)

Asra

Considering these things are smaller than regular dragons, you’d be able to manage a lot better

Faust and your familiars are so chaotic together, causing a mess anywhere they go

Asra loves to see Faust getting along with the wyverns

Wants to ride a wyvern at least once, if they’ll let him 

He treats them with so much respect and love

Asra treats them like how you treat Faust

He will definitely be just as playful as he is with her as well

Julian

His jaw is literally on the floor when you introduce him

He gets very nervous around them at first, definitely thinks that they might eat him if he acts wrong

Julian eventually learns they (probably) won’t eat him just for saying something stupid

He loves seeing them scare people, it's dramatic, and he lives for it

Dresses them up for fun if they allow it! Definitely makes life more interesting, seeing a wyvern with some bright red accessories on

Malak occasionally will perch on your familiars. Then remembers that they could very well eat him, and decides to perch somewhere else.

Nadia

She loves them!

They look extremely majestic and know exactly what they want 

She is always very considerate and polite when she talks to them. She also tends to talk directly to them instead of through you

If you’ll allow them to, Nadia would love to have them in the ballroom occasionally

She loves when arrogant nobles get a little scared of them (intimidation tactic)

If they’ll let her, she’d have some jewelry made for them whenever there’s more formal events

Chandra will admire them from a distance! She doesn’t really want to become their next meal

Muriel

He doesn’t say anything, but you tell he’s a little shocked

They’ll definitely have to make due with the woods you two live in

Muriel actually really likes them, he won’t talk to them much, but he might make them things or silently sit with them.

Definitely carves some wood based on them! It’ll sit together with some of his other carvings

Inanna doesn’t get scared of them normally, she’s one of the few familiars that likes hanging around with them.

Portia

She’s in complete awe

They’re so cool! How’d you meet them? Where do they usually stay?

She’s practically vibrating with questions

They’ll fit somewhere, there are lots of woods near her cottage for them to rest in

Pepi is a little scared (reasonably so), but if said wyverns don’t like to scare her all the time, she’ll warm up to them

she definitely thought about riding them, more than once too 

if she ever does get to ride them, she will never shut up about it

Lucio

Does not shut up about them

Brags about them and you to anyone he meets

tried to literally shower them with gold (which is funny, until a wyvern actually gets hit with said gold)

he’ll also want them in the castle, but doesn’t think too far ahead about it- he just wants them to spook people a bit

They do come in very handy whenever you’re on an adventure and need someone to keep watch

Every familiar in here is so sassy, it's unreal.

[waybrights]

teehee some angst abt sasha being in the hospital because why Not !!!!! all in has wrecked me so, here's this <3

ps, sorry for any mistakes it is,,, late hasdkhjd

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sasha couldn't remember much after saving marcy, after the adrenaline holding her together began to wear off. she was standing, she knew that, marcy at her side as they waved off anne's parents and went back to amphibia. she remembers saying something, though what was said has escaped her. marcy staying by her side the whole time, hands linked together, unbreakable. her final memory before the ground rushed up to meet her, before the pain that had started as a small sting grew into fire running through her veins hit her like a truck, was about the moon.

through blurry eyes, sasha squints up at the mass of red, much bigger than she's ever seen it before. "it's getting bigger," marcy whispers in her ear, repeating sprig's words in shock.

"thats'," sasha mumbles, her tongue heavy in her mouth, "tha's not good."

something tickles her cheek as marcy turns to her, tired eyes staring a hole through her. "you alright, sash?" she asks quietly, worry underlying the exhaustion. "you look really pale."

"hm?" she hums and her legs wobble as another wave of pain swallows her whole.

small, cold hands cup her cheeks and sasha frowns, marcy's face swimming in front of her. "you're hurt, sash," marcy tells her, any tiredness gone from her voice as she turns to anne. sasha shakes her head, ignoring the pain that follows it. "anne, sasha's hurt!"

her vision goes fuzzy as an anne-like blob joins marcy. "but... she was okay! what happened?" anne cries and even though her voice is beginning to sound far away, sasha can hear the distress clear as day.

"'m 'kay guys," she tries to say. her words seem to bring them no comfort since her legs finally give out and she drops to the floor, only held up by shaking arms.

with the final few seconds of consciousness sasha had, she clung to marcy's shirt as though it was her lifeline and bent her head, mumbling apologies like a prayer until she was drowned by the fire from her back

.

anne has never really liked hospitals. she'd been to enough whenever marcy got hurt anne would always be at her side, holding her hands or trying to distract her with stories from her magazines, but the buildings had always made her feel weird. they were all too clean, too white, devoid of anything that would ever make anne feel comfortable.

she knew sasha felt the same. she'd always refused to go when anne asked, her eyes widening for a split second, genuine fear on her face, only to be replaced by a bored look when she realised what she had done. anne didn't understand why sasha was so scared, maybe it too was the plain, monotonous walls and the knowledge that somewhere in that building someone was dying.

it was almost funny in a way, to see sasha lying on one of those hospital beds, tucked in under several blankets and settled on her stomach. anne wonders, as she sits on the end of the bed with marcy curled up in her lap, how sasha is going to react when she wakes up.

because she will wake up, it's just taking a while. it came as no surprise really, being almost sliced with a scythe made of fire was bound to knock her out for a while. what did surprise anne was how long sasha had been able to stay awake and functional after her injury. for hours she walked around, laughing and joking as she helped everyone get fixed up, even going as far as helping marcy change out of that black armor. throughout that whole time, not once did she complain or show any sign of being severely injured.

some semblance of guilt had settled into the pit of anne's stomach after sasha collapsed in marcy's arms. an awful feeling of: i should've known. i should've paid more attention. logically she knew she couldn't have known, not when sasha didn't want to make it known. but anne followed her heart. her heart that ached to see sasha's bandages and the blood that so often seeped through. her heart that ached for the pain to stop, for both sasha and marcy to wake up at her and smile, to let her know they were okay (marcy did do that, would wake up every few hours and give anne a weak smile, but the words she would say were lies. marcy wasn't okay, not when she was so small and would jolt awake from nightmares anne couldn't even imagine).

no, anne thinks to herself, shaking her head to rid herself of her ever present feelings, no, they will be okay, we will be okay. one day.

with a sigh, anne leans against the pillow she'd propped up against the railing, allowing herself to relax ever so slightly as she ran her hands through marcy's hair. she forces herself to pay attention to the room, to note every detail so she doesn't sink back into her thoughts.

the bed is in the middle of the room, pushed against a window that looks over the brown floor of the sea. a single flower (a gladiolus marcy had called it, 'they're sometimes called sword lillies because their petals look like swords,' she'd said as she set it in the blue vase 'it felt fitting. since she fights with swords.') sits on the sill, really the only hint of colour in the white room. the walls are all the same off-white colour anne had always hated and the floor was a marble pattern printed on thick sheets of plastic. she hates it, and she knows sasha will too. around the room are several surfaces, all clean and empty. machines surround the bed, beeping and whirring as they monitor sasha - there's a wire attacked to the back of her hand, anne doesn't know what it gives her but she's almost certain it's what keeps her asleep.

sasha herself looks small. she's laying flat on her stomach, hands up by her head as she sleeps, a small toy has been tucked under her arm (grime put it there, she remembers, after they let him out of his own bed he came over and tucked a roughed up looking bear under her arm, leaving with a parting pat on her head) and in her sleep she'd pulled it slightly closer. her hair had been braided and put over her shoulder - marcy had done it one night after she woke up, slowly weaving sasha's hair with shaking hands, mumbling to herself as she went 'my name is marcy wu, i am fourteen years old, my best friends are anne boonchuy and sasha waybright, they saved me,' over and over until she had calmed down.

sometimes anne wanted to correct her, to lean over and tell her that she saved herself, but she never does, the words catching in her throat each time she gets too close and marcy flinches back. so she sits back and watches the gentle back and forth of sasha's hair as marcy twists it into a new style each night.

anne had never liked hospitals, but here she sat, one friend in her lap and the other laying so close and yet feeling so, so far away.

.

the day sasha woke up had started out normally. marcy wakes up first, nudging anne's shoulder as she sits up, an apology tumbling out before she can stop it. anne smiles and tells her its okay, she wasn't really asleep anyway (and she wasn't, how could she when she was so worried about her friends?) before sliding off the bed to say good morning to sasha and get breakfast.

when the first signs of sasha stirring appear, anne is listening to marcy as she talks about the flora she had learned about during her days in newtopia. she's talking about tomato plants when she trails off, her eyes leaving anne's hands to stare at sasha.

"you alright, marshmallow?" anne asks gently, squeezing her hand. it wasn't strange for marcy to zone out, sometimes her eyes would go blank for a moment as her mind wanders to places she doesn't want it to go, but she would always snap back. this time, her eyes are full of light as she squeezes anne's hand in response.

"she's moving!" marcy gasps, crawling from where she was kneeling at the end of the massive bed to lean over sasha's face. "look anne! her nose is twitching!"

anne moves around the bed, her heart pounding out of her chest as she reaches sasha's head. it's true what marcy says, sasha's nose is indeed twitching. she isn't sure if its the exhaustion or relief that causes the laugh to bubble out her chest, but before she knows it anne is giggling quietly as sasha's face scrunches up.

"stop laughing," she grumbles, her voice hoarse.

anne doesn't stop when marcy practically jumps on sasha, wrapping her arms around her as tightly as she can without disturbing the wrappings on sasha's back. "oh sashy you're here! i'm so glad you're okay we were both so worried-"

"'m okay, mars," sasha says tiredly, her voice muffled by the pillow she's being squashed against.

"yeah, sash, we're super glad you're alright," anne snorts at the glare on sasha's face.

"okay, i'm going back to my coma, bye," she says, squeezing her eyes closed and flopping her hands around.

"no," marcy pouts dramatically, pulling away to give sasha her signature wide eyed look. "stay sashy, we missed you."

"tell anne to stop laughing," sasha replies, but there's a smile on her face and she's already opening her eyes.

"aw i wasn't laughing at you, i just think it's cute," anne giggles as sasha's face goes a bright red. "y'know. you and your teddy."

"go away, annie," she mumbles into her pillow, sinking ever deeper.

"what's his name?" she asks, taking a seat on the mattress and placing a hand on sasha's hair.

"none of your business."

"oh come on sasha, you can't come out of a coma and just ignore us."

"i'm ignoring you, not marcy."

marcy grins. anne snorts and begins to card her fingers through the tangled strands. "i'll just get grime to tell me if you don't."

"you're evil, boonchuy," sasha says with a weak laugh. she hugs the bear tighter, hiding the ever growing blush on her face. "his name is lieutenant. if you must know."

marcy coos and pats the bear's head. "that's so cute, sashy."

"thanks, marbles," she huffs.

anne smiles and for the first time in a very long while, anne finds herself not hating hospitals as much. because now they're together, truly together. and she won't let anything tear them apart again.

[bluerskiees]

SILENT DEMON 🖤

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｡ ˳ْ  𓋼𓍊  Synopsis: Sanzu aka your new neighbour just seem too good to be true. Finding comfort in him, you run to him whenever you face any problems in life and it magically dissappears. Got someone bullying you? Dont worry, you just got the news of him moving somewhere else for some personal matter. Ofc sanzu didn't kill him and his family and had it covered by ran and rindo. But— what how do you think he reacts when you introduce him to your new boyfriend, the one whom you've been crushing on for a few years ?

Tw: Yandere behaviour, Toxic Sanzu, Kidnapping, Murder, Typical bonten shenanigans, Mentions of drugs and alcohol.

@sleeplessreader @missanonymous1999 @who-dezz @trashmemebitch @reiayanamislover @icecold-dreamland

She was adorable, so naive and so fucking innocent. She was everything he wasn't. He hated it, he hated he innocence, he wanted to ruin her innocence shreds by shreds until she is no longer innocent.

It all started that day, the start of spring. He remembers it just as if it was yesterday. Ofc he does, who could forget it? Seeing an angel moving just a block away.

Maybe it was the way she smiles, Maybe it was the way she talks, so sweet and polite, Maybe it was the her naive and innocent self, Maybe it was the way she didn't judge him, and called herself his new bestfriend. Sanzu doesn't know. But something about her sparked an interest in his heart, Slowly taking control over him piece by piece until his mind is filled with y/n and only her.

Sanzu was busy with work afterall being bonten's #2 wasn't easy, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring, he was confused, he wasn't expecting visitors now. I mean who would willingly walk inside a death trap? The Haitani's went out to a mission thought, maybe they got hurt? He went outside to check who it was. He looked through the peephole just for his jaw to drop, there you were, innocent clutching the small bag in your hands, biting your lips, eyes shifting everywhere second to second indicating your nervousness. He finally opened the door after staring at you for almost a minute. He regretted it, he wasn't prepared to face an angel this close, it was Intoxicating, your smell, it was Intoxicating, YOU were Intoxicating. Wayyyy more than any of his drugs. You made him feel as if he was in cloud 9. He wanted to keep you all to himself. The world doesn't deserve your beauty. He thought to himself

"U-umm I'm Hayami y/n, your new neighbour, pleased to meet you and oh- have these cookies, I baked them myself ^^"

[ HAYAMI - A Rare Beauty ]

Hayami. Hayami. Hayami, that's what rang inside his head for the next few hours. "Such a precious baby, makes me wanna fucking protect her" he said to himself as he slept soundly dreaming of ways to make you his.

The next day, Sanzu couldn't help but offer you some of his strawberry cheesecakes as a thank you for yesterday's cookies, and his heart thumped wayy too hard when your fingers accidentally brushed the tip of his while getting the bag from him.

Things started off pretty normal, he was the funny, comfortable neighbour. He would make time for you no matter how busy he was. The love he had for you grown wayyy more than he expected it to. In no time, it turned into an obsession, he couldn't stand her eyes on someone that isn't him. He would purposefully hire goons to bully you in the streets just so you could run into his arms crying about how scared you were. But sanzu being the psychopath he is, enjoyed it. The way your tears ran across your face, your mascara flowing down your face. He couldn't help but let his sick brain get the best of him. But he doesn't show tou this part of him. Afterall, wouldn't wanna scare his pretty angel away, would we?

As much as he loves seeing you cry, he only enjoyed it if HE makes you cry. If anyone else makes u cry, consider them dead <3. Unfortunately a guy from your class learnt it the hard way. One day you came crying to him and he was absolutely confused because he didn't hire anyone to make you cry. He made you sit om his lap and explain everything to him. It was awkward at first bit you went on rambling about how they guy stole your money. Sanzu saw how hard you worked the past month and this made his blood boil. He made you some foods and after making sure you're sound asleep, he went into another room to call Ran and Rindo, 2 men just as sadistic as him. Even though they teased him about how much he's simping over a girl, they got the work done in less than an hour :)

He was mentally laughing when u told him about how the guy got transferred somewhere else. Even though you found it a bit suspicious, you brushed it off.

He loved the fact that you He was the one who you loved them most. He was planning on asking you out until you said something that made him mad.

"Haruuuuuu, meet Akito Hayashida, my boyfriend ^^"

"What? Boyfriend?"

"Mhmmm, I've been crushing on him for the last 4 years and turns out he likes me too, isn't that great?"

Sanzu couldn't help but glare at the poor young man. If looks could kill, your boyfriend would be 6 feet under by now

"Uhhh- heyy nice to finally meet you, Y/n talks about you a lot y'know?"

As much as sanzu hated this new guy, what he said just now made his heart flutter. He was sure now. That you were just trying to make him jealous. No way you would like someone else right? Someone so pathetic as him. Haha yeah no way . You're just making him jealous.

A week into your relationship, you got a text from your bf. You opened to read it happily but what u saw broke your heart

It was a picture of hm kissing another girl, how dare he?

*insert picture*

"Hey just so you know, you were a bet for me"

"I do not like you"

"Let this be our official breakup y/n-chan"

"The girl you saw in the picture is my new girlfriend"

"She's a lot better than you right?"

And just like the naive puppy you are, you ran into Sanzu's arms crying for the nth time. You told him that you would never date anyone again :( . It was already late by now and you decided to go home when someone hit your head with something, making you faint.

When you woke up, Your body ached. Looking around you saw your hands and legs tied, a cloth over your mouth preventing from shouting for help. You cried, not knowing what to do, where you were and literally anything about the present situation .

"Shushhh darling, do u do anything other than crying hmm?" The voice— It was familiar. NO. It couldn't be him right? Sanzu would never do this would he ?

The hope you had fainted away when you saw sanzu flashing his psychotic smile towards you saying how much he missed you. You wanted to run. You told him to remove the ropes and all u got in return was his maniacal laugh along with him saying that you're such a naive little girl, perfect for him.

He tells you that he kidnapped you and you are now in one of his secret villas, the one which so many police officers couldn't find. He made sure to add more security cameras just in case u tried to run away from him.

He tried to feed you but all you did was turn your head away, fighting the urge to cry for the nth time. You hated yourself. You hated the way you still think he will let you free, that this is all a huge joke. But it was obvious now, he wasn't planning to let you go anywhere away from him.

"Ugh, can you just shut up and the damn food? I ain't free all day y'know?"

"Well, who asked you to feed me ? No one did. I hope that answers your question. "

You thought you were finally standing up for yourself and felt pretty proud of it until sanzu grabbed a fistful of your hair.

"Listen here sweetheart, you are mine. Whether you like it or now. You gotta accept it" He practically growled into your ears.

He fed you forcefully and exited the room.

TIMESKIP <3

Sanzu was out. You know what it means, there's no one home except you. You wanted to use this as a chance to run out of the place that held you hostage for the last 3 months. After exiting the house, you realized it was in the middle of the forest. The extents he went to keep you to himself, away from the whole world scared you so much. After running through the forest for about 10 minutes, You saw the devil himself, aka sanzu talking to someone in the distance all you could hear was 'Yes boss' and 'Will do boss'. You didn't want to get caught so you walked backwards as silent as you can but unfortunately for you, you stepped on a twig causing it to let out a sound when it broke. You were horrified. You could see sanzu taking out his gun and turning around to shoot the 'spy' . But he saw you. Wait— he saw YOU? His eyes widened a bit before clenching his jaws running towards you. You didn't want to stand still no more and ran faster, faster than you did your whole life. Along the way, you saw a gentleman. Probably in his early 30's. You stopped him and told him the situation and he quickly shielded you behind his broad back. "You're safe now pretty girl, and that fucker couldn't hurt you now" . You saw him takin You were safe. You were finally safe. That monster couldn't hurt you no more— or so you thought. You saw him coming towards you and finally stopping with a confused face. The man protecting you earlier dropped his arm too. What was going on?

Turns out your 'SAVIOUR' was Ran Haitani, an executive in the same company sanzu works for. The man who once protected you threw one of hus arm over your shoulders the other one clutching his stomach laughing a bit too hard :/

Samz just rolled his eyes and took you away from his grip muttering, "Back off Haitani, she's mine". Thats when it hit you — you can't run away from him. He would get you either way. By hook or by crook. You knew sanzu would win either ways. So you finally bowed to him. Giving yourself to him, Apologizing for running away from your home without his knowledge.

Ran was pretty shocked/sad to see this while sanzu was enjoying it. He wanted to break you piece by piece and that's what was happening. You realized that you belong to him, your body, mind and soul, EVERYTHING. Even though sanzu was mad at you, he let it slide. Just this once, you knew he would punish you hard if u did the same thing again. Even though you didn't know what his punishment was, you still agreed. Not because you trusted him, but because you had no other chance. He would find you even if you hid in a small corner of the world <3

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three times {e.m}

Plot: You happen to bump into Eddie Munson three times and you start to see a different side to him.

Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings: bullying surrounding weight

part of my e.m ‘pretty eyes’ series

There were three times you officially ran into Eddie Munson. Three times you happened to be in the same place as him at the same time within a period of a few days. You knew who he was, he was infamous and in the same year as you (though this was a repeat year for him). You'd never spoken to him, never interacted until fate decided to throw you together three times in three days.

The first time you and Eddie met happened when you were leaving your English class. You had turned right, heading down a hallway, when all of a sudden Jason Carver - the idiot - stuck his foot out in front of you. You let out a surprised yelp as he tripped you up, your books flying from your hands. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to hit the ground but instead your body was grabbed and forced upright by two strong hands. You stumbled, falling against them, your face in their shoulder and when they spoke you immediately knew who it was.

"Shoving random girls because you lost your 'throwing balls into laundry baskets' game huh? Your ego is that fragile that you need to torment the rest of the school to make you feel good again?"

Your head snapped upwards to see those familiar curls and those brown eyes. Eddie Munson, King of the Freaks, had grabbed you, stopping you from falling flat on your face and was currently holding you against him. You wiggled and he immediately dropped his hands from you.

"Aw," Jason cooed, "the freak and the fatso. Lovely couple." You swallowed, your gaze moving to the floor. It wasn't a secret that you were fat, everyone could see it. Honestly you didn't see the big deal, you didn't get why idiots like Jason thought it was something funny to point and laugh at? It was a body, one that wasn't theirs, one that didn't impact on their lives whatsoever and yet he still commented and poked fun at you whenever he had the chance to. You hated Jason but the thing you hated most was how much his words affected you. You knew that he was nothing more than shit on the bottom of your shoe yet why did his words hurt you so much? You'd tried to convince yourself to not listen, to try and love yourself but no matter if you heard one hundred compliments about yourself, that one negative comment set you back big time. You hated it.

Eddie didn't miss a beat, "Know who else is a lovely couple, Carver? Me and your mom." Jason's friends let out a 'oh shit' and Jason's jaw clenched, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He stalked towards Eddie, which had you darting behind the curly haired boy, but not once did Eddie flinch or react, "You don't scare me, Carver. I see right through you, you know." Eddie's grin was wide, that shit eating grin that annoyed Jason Carver so much, "On you go. Go stroke your ego by bullying some other innocent person."

Jason, displeased that he wasn't getting the reaction of cowardice he wanted, scoffed before storming away, his friends following behind. Eddie waited until he was gone before he turned to you, "Are you alright?" He asked, eyes scanning over you, "I didn't hurt you when I grabbed you, did I? I didn't want you to fall and hurt yourself."

Surprised that it had been Eddie who saved you, you shook your head, "Uh, n-no. I'm fine... Thanks."

Eddie gave you a small smile, "Oh shit," he said as he remembered your books were scattered on the floor, "managed to save you but not your books." You barely had a chance to react before he'd bent low and picked the three of them up before handing them to you with a wider smile this time, "Here you go."

"Thank you," your voice was quiet, unsure and a little on edge after everything that happened.

"He's a dick," Eddie frowned, glancing back at where Jason and friends had been, "Gets off on putting other people down." He rocked back and forth on his heels as though wanting to say something but unsure how and unsure whether he should.

"I should go," you cleared your throat, hands tighter on your books, "Thanks again."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah." You began to walk away when he called out, "Hey, pretty eyes!"

You turned around, frowning and looking around, "Are you talking to me?"

He gave a shrug and a half grin, "Don't know your name." Your cheeks felt warm as you looked at him smiling at you. He'd called you 'pretty eyes', no one had ever complimented your eyes before. It sent your stomach into a frenzy but you tried your hardest to remain neutral as you responded with your name. Eddie smiled, "I prefer 'pretty eyes', I like the colour it's making your cheeks go." He didn't miss anything, did he? And bringing attention to your pink cheeks only made them flush a darker shade. Eddie laughed slightly before saying, "Don't listen to him or anyone else that says stuff like that to you."

You frowned, "I mean, he's not wrong though, I am fat. It's not a secret."

Eddie nodded, "I know but people like him... they say it as though it's a bad thing, they say it like it makes you ugly... It doesn't... So yeah, don't listen to them..." He took a few steps backwards, "You're worth more than them all put together." You blinked, touched by how sincere he sounded, "I'll see you around, pretty eyes." He left leaving you feeling a mixture of things but mainly you were just confused.

The second time you encountered Eddie was as you were working. You'd managed to get a job as a cashier in the local supermarket. It wasn't a particularly exciting job, scanning groceries and dealing with the general public but it paid decently so you put up with it. It was a mundane job but usually passed by quite quick. It helped that no people from school usually came by here, their parents would do the grocery shopping for them... That was until a familiar curly haired boy came through your check out with that shit eating grin.

"Hey, pretty eyes." He rocked back and forth on his Converse.

Oh fuck.

The Jason thing had happened yesterday in school and truth be told, you hadn't stopped thinking about Eddie and what he'd said to you yesterday but you hadn't expected him to crop up at your job.

"Are you stalking me?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow as you started scanning his stuff.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm buying my shit for the week, thank you."

You continued to scan his items before you realised that his items consisted of soda, microwave dinners and chips, "Varied diet," you commented with a smirk. If your boss heard you, you'd be fired on the spot but you felt like Eddie could handle a little teasing.

He grinned, "Oh, so she does have a sense of humour!" He clapped his hands together, "Why yes, thank you, I mean have you ever tried one of these?" He asked as he started bagging his food, he held up one of the microwave dinners, "Fucking delicious. Maybe I'll cook you one some day."

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly, "Sounds great and I'm not selling you this," you held up the six pack of beer, "Gotta be 21, Munson."

Eddie scoffed, "Never stopped anyone from selling it to me before though."

You smiled, putting the beer on the side, "Sorry, I happen to kind of like this job and I like money so no."

He frowned realising you'd referred to him by his surname a moment ago, "You know my name?" He didn't really know why he was so surprised to hear you say it but he liked it, as weird as that sounds. He was used to people saying his name with venom or disgust or attaching 'freak' somewhere to it so it felt nice to have his name said in a playful way.

"Course I know your name, Eddie. You're pretty infamous plus we took a class together last year."

He considered this for a moment before shrugging, "Who's really stalking who then?" He teased before grabbing his stuff, "I'll see you around, pretty eyes." He threw a wink at you before he walked away. As you continued your shift, you couldn't help but keep thinking of that curly haired, brown eyed boy and that silly nickname he had for you.

The third time you happened to meet Eddie Munson was as you were driving through town. You'd been driving on the back roads which always saved time since they were always deserted but as you were driving, your engine began to cut out.

"Seriously?!" You yelled as it began to slow, "Here of all places?! Middle of nowhere?! Ugh." You pulled into the side of the road and just about managed to pull in when the engine completely died and the car came to a complete stop. You got out of your car, looking around to see if anyone was coming but no, no one else was on the road. That was the bad thing about the back roads, if you broke down then it would be pretty hard to find someone to help since they were usually always deserted.

You were hopeless with cars too. You didn't know how to diagnose the issue never mind try and fix it so you needed help. You knew that to get onto the main road it would be a forty minute walk pretty much either way and you just didn't want to do that. You didn't know where the nearest phone box was either to call for help but then as you turned around you realised that you happened to be right outside of the trailer park. With a shrug, you decided to venture down to it to see if you could either a: find someone who'd call a mechanic for you or better yet b: find someone who'd be able to fix the issue.

You'd never been in the trailer park actually. You'd heard some dodgy stuff about it but then again, those were murmurs of judgemental people and who were you to judge? You passed by a couple of trailers that didn't look like anyone was home before your eyes landed on a trailer which had the windows open and you could hear someone playing guitar. They were good, whoever it was.

You approached the door and knocked as loud as you could so that you could be heard over the noise of their guitar playing. You were as they stopped and you could hear shuffling as they approached the door before it swung open to reveal-

"Holy shit." You couldn't help the murmur of surprise as you saw Eddie Munson.

There he stood, eyebrows raised in surprise with that smirk, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, "Now I'm really starting to think you're stalking me, pretty eyes."

You couldn't help but laugh because of course the trailer you'd happened to knock upon was Eddie Munson's; of course it was. Eddie looked at you amused as you laughed, "For fuck's sake," you breathed out before you were able to tell him why you were here, "Sorry, I didn't expect you of all people... Anyway, my car broke down just outside the trailer park. Your trailer was the first one I decided to knock, no stalking just sheer coincidence."

"Three times in three days doesn't seem like coincidence, I'd say that fate is working here, wanting us to meet, pretty eyes." He widened his eyes before winking, that grin a permanent fixture on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, "You know my name's (y/n)."

"I know," he said, "but I like pretty eyes better cause you have, as it says on the tin, pretty eyes." You liked the way he spoke, so playful and teasing, it was refreshing to be around actually, "Car troubles, huh? Lead the way for I shall be your saviour!" You giggled at his silliness, you really quite liked that about him actually. You liked how unserious he was, how playful his nature was. He never took himself or life too seriously, you needed that actually. Eddie Munson felt like a breath of fresh air.

As the two of you walked, you didn't really know what to say to him but Eddie filled the silence as the pair of you walked up the hill to your car, "What were you doing driving in these parts anyway?" He asked, "Figured you'd live on the other side of town."

"I do," you nodded, "I just use the back roads since it's quicker, never anyone on it... Not the best idea when my car happened to break down though."

"Ach, don't lie, pretty eyes. You probably broke it down on purpose just so I could be your saviour and call you pretty eyes again, huh?" He nudged your side making you roll your eyes.

"Oh totally because running into you twice in two days wasn't enough I had to make it a third."

Eddie laughed, liking that you could banter back with him, before the two of you stopped short of your car. Eddie popped the hood and had you turn the engine a few times, "Seems like your battery's dead," he concluded, closing the hood of your car, "I can charge it for you, we just need to get it to my trailer."

"And how do we do that?"

He rolled the sleeves of his Hellfire Club t-shirt up ("Do you always wear that?" You'd asked. Eddie replied with a, "Always.") before he told you that you would get into the car and steer and brake and he'd be behind the car pushing it.

So, that's what you did.

It didn't take too long but when the two of you got to the hill to get into the trailer park, you were freaking out. Eddie had climbed into the passenger side since he didn't need to push as your foot pressed the brake down for all it was worth.

"Just ease it off and then put it down again," he coached you, "A little bit at a time. Easy. You've got this."

But oh no, you didn't have this.

The first few metres were easy but then the steeper the hill got, the less the car reacted to the brakes and then... your foot slipped. "Oh shit!" You squealed, squeezing your eyes shut and clutching the steering wheel as the car began to pick up pace, rolling down the hill.

"Why are your eyes shut? Oh my god!" Eddie yelled as he grabbed the steering wheel trying to direct the car in a direction that wouldn't be into the side of his van, "Brake! Brake! Brake!" With eyes still closed, you slammed your foot on the brakes and the car stopped suddenly, jolting the two of you forwards. "Jesus H Christ," Eddie muttered releasing a breath.

You opened your eyes, looking out of the window. You were right outside Eddie's trailer, car narrowly missing the back of the van. You turned your head to look at Eddie who was looking at you before the two of you burst into laughter, that type of laughter that you can't calm down and when you do, you look at each other and burst into laughter again. It took around five minutes before the two of you were composed enough to leave the car.

"I'm never letting you drive again," Eddie muttered as he led you to his trailer.

"I'm a perfectly good driver, thank you. Just not when the car doesn't really work and there's a hill involved!"

He rolled his eyes before dramatically opening the door, bowing low before saying, "Enter into my humble abode."

"I really don't mind just sitting in my car you know, I don't want to intrude-"

"C'mon," he said, taking your wrist and giving you a gentle tug into his trailer, "I apologise for the mess, I was not expecting a pretty girl to visit today or any day for that matter."

You scoffed, "I'm not pretty so you don't have to worry about that-"

Eddie turned to look at you with a frown, "I happen to think you're very pretty, hence the name pretty eyes... You're actually pretty beautiful, (y/n)." It was the first time that he'd ever addressed you by name. It shocked you since it made you realise he was serious, made you straighten up and made you nod in acceptance of his answer as those butterflies swarmed in your stomach like the previous day.

Eddie directed you to the couch where the TV played and handed you the remote, "I'll sort out the battery stuff, you can chill here or you can explore," he shrugged, "whatever." He raided through a cupboard before producing a battery charger and then he left to start charging it.

You decided to wander a little. The trailer was pretty cramped yet very homely. Hats and mugs adorned the walls, a pretty large collection that spanned decades. As you walked down the hall, you could see a mattress on the floor and on top of it was the guitar that he'd been playing before you'd knocked on the door. You walked into his bedroom, seeing posters that covered the walls, posters of bands, some you knew, some you didn't. From people's pre-conceived ideas of Eddie Munson, they would say he worshipped the devil, that his trailer would be full of satanic shit and yet as you looked around, it was a normal bedroom. The mattress on the floor with a crumpled duvet and various pillows, a couple of chests of drawers with various knick-knacks that rested atop. He had a record player and various records along with a boombox and lots of cassettes. On the bed side table, a framed photo of a young Eddie (who you wouldn't have recognised had it not been for the wide grin and dark eyes since his hair was buzzed) and an older man. You weren't sure who it was. Your attention turned back to the posters on the walls.

"You know any?"

You spun around, seeing Eddie leaning against the doorframe watching you with curious eyes, "Shit, sorry. I was just curious."

He shook his head, "By all means... Do you know any of the bands?"

"Some of them," you said, turning back to look at the variety of posters, "most of them I don't."

"Well maybe one day you'll let me play them for you."

"Yeah, I'd like that." And you meant it. There was something that you liked about Eddie, something that interested you and intrigued you and honestly, you wanted to know more. You followed him back out into the living room.

"So it's charging but it's gonna take a while. A full charge will take like half a day but a little boost to at least get you home will take a couple of hours..." He tucked his hands into his pockets, "Now I don't expect you to stay here for that length of time, it's too long and I know you don't wanna be stuck with me-"

"Who said I didn't want to be stuck with you?" You asked, challenging him with a raised brow and a slight smile.

Eddie held his hands up, "I'm just saying, it's not the most fun place to be so I don't mind driving you home and then once your car's charged I could drop it off at your place."

You flopped onto the couch, "You're not getting rid of me that easy, Munson. I'll stay a couple of hours, if that's okay?"

Eddie nodded all too eagerly, "That's- Yeah! That's fine with me." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Are you hungry?"

Not three and a half minutes later and Eddie was serving you a microwaveable dinner. It was a roast chicken dinner with mashed potatoes, vegetables and gravy which he'd generously poured on for you, "It's delicious," he told you as he gave it to you, "they're just as good as a the real homemade thing. I mean, you don't have to have me telling you that me and my uncle aren't the richest so... it works for us."

You tried it, taking a bit of everything before you turned to him, "Holy shit," you murmured, "you're right. This is freaking good!"

Eddie grinned. He liked that you didn't judge him for the trailer or his run down van or the fact they couldn't afford ingredients to make a proper meal. He liked that you just enjoyed his slice of life with him, it meant a lot to him actually. He'd never had a girl over who ate dinner with him and hung out on the sofa, most would leave after an hour in the bedroom, "Didn't I tell you?" He said as he tucked into his own, "They're great." The two of you finished eating, discarding the plates by the side.

"I can get you a discount, you know," you told him as you took a sip of the water he'd given you, "only when I'm working though so we'd have to arrange it on days I'm in the shop. Fifteen percent off all items in store." Eddie went to decline, not wanting any charity but you quickly told him, "I give it to all my friends. My friends will buy hair and beauty stuff with the discount. My dad will buy his beer with the discount. My mum does the full shop with the discount. I just... I just like helping people I care about."

His brow quirked upwards, "Oh, so you care about me?" Your cheeks burned and Eddie cackled as he saw that familiar shade of red.

"So what if I do?" You asked, feeling a little bit brave, "Is that so bad that Eddie Munson has a friend?"

"A friend?" He asked, "Oh, Princess-" your heart accelerated at the nickname, "that would be terrible."

"And why would it be terrible?" You asked, not realising that you and Eddie had both been leaning in towards each other until you felt your noses softly bump off the other.

"Because I want to be more than your friend," he whispered, pulling back slightly to gauge your reaction. Again your cheeks burned but you didn't pull away, you didn't show any negative signs actually so Eddie moved back in, watching as your eyes fluttered shut before he pulled back with a wide grin, "Are you waiting for something, pretty eyes?"

Your eyes shot open, seeing that he'd moved away and was grinning. You gasped in shock, "Eddie Munson, you tease!" He laughed again, loud and booming, "I should walk out of here right now and-" you stood but he was quicker, stepping towards you, stalking you, cornering you.

"Yeah?" He asked, cutting you off, eyes darker with a hint of lust behind them, "Where would you go, pretty eyes? Can't use your car, you're in an unfamiliar part of town... Where would you go?" He lifted his arms so that they were pressed against either side of the wall next to your head.

You swallowed hard as your heart beat faster and faster. You could smell him - weed, cologne and leather all mixed together - and my god, you hadn't noticed how nice his eyes were. Deciding to tease him back, you leaned in, lips skimming over his cheek as your hands slipped down his torso and into his pocket. His breath hitched.

"I'd use your car," you whispered before plucking his keys from his pocket and dangling them in front of his face.

He blinked, confused for a second, before he realised, "Oooh, you're a bit of a tease too." He snatched them back from you, pocketing them once again.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said as you tried your best to not smirk. Eddie leaned in close as his hand cupped your cheek gently, cold rings against your warm skin, "Kiss me," you whispered, needy and desperate, "Please, Eds."

He grinned, "Now how could I refuse such a pretty girl with pretty eyes and pretty words?" He responded softly before finally, pressing your lips together. It all felt right, as he deepened the kiss, hands pulling your body to meet his in the middle. You didn't flinch away when he touched you, no, in fact you craved it; craved his touch and his attention. It was all too soon he pulled away, panting and grinning as he pressed your foreheads together.

"I guess it was fate all alone," he whispered before moving back in to capture your lips. Those few hours would pass by pretty quickly when you can't stop making out with a boy who drives you crazy.

There were three times you officially ran into Eddie Munson by accident... Every time after that, every date, every late night rendezvous, well those were all very much intentional.

[avisisisis]

To be fair to YJ, they did reneg on the idea that the speedforce didn’t exist on earth 16 because I think they realized the implications of not having it (aka making earth 16 not connected to the dc universe among other petty flash things) but they did say that people in that universe don’t know about it yet and that’s why I tend to think an easy out would be in the trauma of the event Wally misremembers how he got his powers and doesn’t remember the lightning storm outside and even his strict agnostic magic isn’t real mindset (that is def no where close to his clap if you believe mindset in the comics, and is more Barry’s mindset) is a way of protecting his own preconceived notions and mind from whatever he saw when he first entered the speedforce which may have been his own first “death” or maybe alternate versions of himself.

One of the things that @babyflash has talked about is Wally as a kid/teen experiencing weird speedforce shit mostly alone like getting stuck in happy death day time loops via thawne/Savitar among other things.

The pain of being some semi sentient demension time monster’s specialist little boy I guess: a Wally west story

Ohh I could talk about Wally not being /human/ all day. I can imagine everyone being weirded out by him not because they know he's not human but because of the little things

Just imagine — and yeah this is Danny Phantom body horror level, maybe even more — how horrifying it would be to not know that there's an eldritch being among humans but to know that you're it. I don't know, I just think people should talk about the potential this has more

I want the characters to notice thay “Hey! This is not normal!” and just not care. I want them to realize that Wally's everything has always been kinda off but writing it off as superhero stuff

I want the little things to be shown more in media. Like how speedsters somehow always know when someone enters the room even if they currently can't hear/see for X reasons. Or like how they seem to be constantly vibrating, or how they generate lightning when they get too excited

I want someone to look at their friends and realize that they're not aging. At all. Even though Flash is supposed to be one of the most ‘normal’ ones of the league in terms of humanity, he's still not aging, and that's honestly really scary if you think about it

It'd be cool if someone realized that no, speedsters aren't impatient, it's just that everything goes so slow for them and hey, you wouldn't be able to sit still either if 5 minutes was 5 hours to you. Because speedsters tend to overthink everything. You'll walk up to them and ask them a question and they've already thought of 100 different ways the conversation could end

I think it'd be very cool if someone, idk, wrote a fanfic about the league (JLU) somehow losing their powers and Wally panicking because oh no he can't think anymore. Everything's suddenly going so fast and he's gotten used to acting slower for everyone around him so now that he doesn't have to do that he's so slow to react. He's way more anxious than usual because now he has no time and there's nothing he can do about it because he has no powers

Speedsters tend to enter Flash Time whenever they're feeling down so that people don't notice. Now that he can't, the team notices how much more quiet and sad and scared he looks, and it's honestly terrifying because he's the happy, funny one! If he's not laughing, then the matter is way too serious for them

The last time he didn't smile in battle was when he almost died fighting the Brainiac/Luthor thing

I also think it'd be cool for them to have like, little twitches or ticks (is that what they're called?) sometimes that are usually unseen because of their powers, but if they lose them...

Idk. This has sm potential and ppl need to talk more about it

[abimee]

hi i never send asks but i need to tell you how much your art means to me. i remember seeing it years ago when u were drawing ut/dr stuff and i loved it back then, but to come back years later and see youre into ffxiv is like, miraculous. i absolutely ADORE the way u stylize the characters, their stories seem so interesting, and its such a breath of fresh air to me, like straight up inspirational it makes me wanna go ham drawing my guys the way i want bc ive felt so self concious since most fanart i see sticks pretty close to the source. anyways keep doing what ur doing im /cheerjump'ing at you from the distance 💖

NO IM THE SAME WAY REAL getting into FFXIV after being into UT/DR had a long period of like embarassment following it because i wasnt used to being surrounded by artists who stayed pretty on model and like, didn't ''mess'' with the designs of both like specific characters and just general overall character types like m'iqote. Coming from UT/DR where the art style and the general ''theyre monsters'' gave me a lot of leeway to do stuff like anteater dreemmurs and draw frisk in a frilly flower pattern skirt, so coming over to draw ff14 art and never see people even like, give a character a haircut or draw elezen eyes slightly differently made me feel.... not scared, but i felt ambarassed that people wouldnt like my art or not recognize the characters, or find my art incoherent like a few people used to mock me for back in UT/DR days.

I eventually got over it but i still someyimes feel that shame, especially when the art isn't particularly well recieved, mostly with stuff like my butch menphina or how i draw hades, and i begin to wonder if my art would ''do better'' if i stuck closer to the style/design of the FF14 game down to the eye shape and exact clothing patterns

this isnt smthn i think about too often though thankfully, and i feel like a swell of love whenever people do react positively to how i interpret characters into my art :,] ive noticed a few people respond to really liking how i draw Zero even though i never considered her to differ far from her original design, but looking at it side by side i think i sometimes cant tell when im fucking with a design myself until i stare at them next to each other LOL

BUT GO FOR IT!!! there really is nobody stopping you from messing with the designs in the game, FF14 is a million dollar successful MMO ran by one of the biggest gaming companies in the industry so unless yoshida sends a cease and desist directly to our doors there is NOTHING stopping you from taking characters into your own hands and molding them to your liking. Draw Miqote looking even more like cats than people, draw vieras more anthro than humanoid, make your wol part sahagin and give them funny fish gills, give your favorite character a fatter head or a buzz cut, there is an endless possibility as vast as the people in the world are!!!! \o/

[rkresh]

i’m literally lying on the floor

of our front porch

while i’m writing this poem.

is this even a poem?

i don’t know anymore.

all i know is i’ve been writing

poetry for months now

i can’t even distinguish

if what i’m writing

is even poetic.

anyways, the outlines

of the two buildings

i’m sprawled under

makes the patch of sky

available within my perspective

appear like a puzzle piece.

i think about puzzles.

i hated playing one as a kid.

see, i never finished

a single puzzle my whole life.

several roosters are crowing now.

i remembered that time

when we hiked for the first time.

it was this cold.

i never thought that a temperature,

as much as a scent,

could make me feel this nostalgic.

i remember our family gatherings

every december,

particularly that one

three years ago.

that was the last time

i felt infinite.

that was the last time

i felt like a kid.

something snaps when you get older, i think. yes i’m writing like this right now. my thoughts are so fast i need to catch up. we never hold those gatherings anymore. if we ever did, the majority of the family can’t go because they have to celebrate with their other families. we branch away from each other. that’s what growing up is like. it seems like it was only yesterday when we were playing games in the middle of the night and we had to hide beneath the couch whenever lola woke up to check if we were sleeping. i miss those silly childhood fears. the way we winced at the flashlight’s beams (bc lola used that to check behind corners to see if we were hiding). sometimes i imagine asking my cousins if they still carry that fear. blinding light, at times, still scares me. i’m afraid someone would suddenly inspect my life and he’d see how miserably i failed to catch up with my age and how i’m still crouching behind couches and sprawling on cold floors in the middle of the night because i’m looking for some kind of inspiration or comfort or whatever—anything to fill this numb hole. ah, someone messaged me now. it’s ara. a college friend. she replied to my story, “naka-save din sa’kin yan” pertaining to an image that reads “batchmates kalamahan niyo lang pagpapakasal (…)”. i suddenly remembered that richard siken quote that described how when you cry sometimes, a crack in the wall catches your attention and you’re suddenly brought back to reality. thinking about these dramatic things, as you age, sort of becomes like a mundane grieving that you can’t even dramatize. “musta ka na” is it funny that i don’t even want to reply to that? “okay lang naman hehe. ikaw?” and then we’ll never talk again after whoever knows how many months. i don’t even react to people’s posts on facebook anymore. we drift away. rivers and roads and rivers and roads. and i want to play ps2 again and i want to celebrate christmas again without the nephews and the nieces and the spouses of the cousins i used to be really close with. is it too selfish? i want to go back to the days when social media wasn’t this big and our world was as small as how we needed it to be. i want to re-do all this, scatter everything and leave just one puzzle piece. let’s play again, shall we? everything is still unpredictable. the world is within our hands. there are less restrictions. less limitations. it’s still not a “no you can’t select this choice because of the previous decision you made” phase. it’s still not a “we can’t play now because the puzzle is complete”. “finish yours now, it’s easy. it’s predictable. just find the fitting piece”. i don’t want to finish it, dear god. i’m afraid i don’t like how it appears. i want to do it all over, please?

[cloudykaii]

little things: bts

the first installment of the little things series. includes: eighth member of bts genre: cute, platonic, personal headcanons

you have a significantly different relationship with each of them, but none of them are lesser. it’s very obvious that the eight of you have a very deep amount of love and respect for each other, and that doesn’t change. you have been through a lot with the support of each other, and also suffered together. there are so many moments to remember and choose from, but some of them just stick out more than the others. 

JIN

your relationship with jin is very wholesome, which tends to shock a lot of people. many people expect something resembling the chaos that occurs between him and jungkook, but jin is honestly pretty soft with you. there are hours of footage of him taking care of you. he often tries to feed you, only for you to say you’re not hungry, or that you already ate, and he turns into a dramatic grandmother, acting like you offended him. you always end up eating the food. 

jin babies you, but it doesn’t really get overwhelming like one might expect. it seems to just come naturally to him. he could be doing a live and walk into the room to see you half asleep and wrap you in a blanket and massage your scalp or run his fingers through your hair until you are fast asleep without ever even stopping whatever he was talking into the camera about. 

he values making you laugh. humor is basically a staple in your relationship. he tells a chain of bad dad jokes that progressively get worse whenever you’re sad, but they never fail to make you laugh. it’s not unusual for you to find him at random hours of the day just to tell him a funny pun you thought of or found. 

jin often gets in trouble for encouraging you to do what you want with your body. although he would not necessarily be thrilled if you suddenly showed up with a nose piercing, he would never stop you from doing what you want, after all, it’s not his body. he just wants you to understand that not even bighit should stop you from living your life and missing, a fear he has since you started in the career so young. 

YOONGI

yoongi and you are very close. you feel very comfortable with yoongi in a way that can be hard to achieve even through year long friendships. he doesn’t judge you for the hardships you’ve gone through, and he understands when it makes you rant like, “and i know that sounds petty and i know it’s childish but...” he’s there to listen to you. 

even when you went through your short lived teen drama phase, yoongi was there. it was short lived because you were busy in your career, and because yoongi had no problem being honest with you. “i think it bothers you because you’re jealous.” you never had to psychoanalyze your own issues, because you and him often had in depth conversations about them. 

you also matured at a young age, due to both the trainee life and the personal trauma you went through that occurred before joining bighit. it definitely plays a role into the bond between you and yoongi. neither of you discuss the past much, both agreeing that whatever you went through doesn’t define you, and it’s not a roadblock. the two of you have dinner together once a week at least, for a mental health check in without actually discussing it. 

yoongi is the brother who would subtly physically care for you. he’s the one that would hold your head against his chest, and place his hand on your ear to block out noise if you couldn’t sleep, something scared you, or you were just feeling relatively anxious. he’s soft as hell for you, but won’t admit, even after he got caught doing the action and whispering, “see? now the nightmares can’t get in. you can sleep now.”

HOSEOK

hoseok absolutely loves dancing with you. you always match his energy no matter what and it’s so much fun to mess with the others by doing suggestive dances with you because there are no feelings involved between the two of you and they react so funny. also, hoseok definitely is the entire reason some ARMY ship you two. he would one thousand percent show you a dance and be like “can we film it though? oh no reason, i just think it’ll be funny to watch ARMY afterwards.”

he is consistently doing sexy dances with you. and although it is fun to watch the way ARMY freaks out afterwards, the actual reason he loves doing it is because he loves exploring things within dance and he knows that you love the art just as much as he does. It’s easy for him with you. there is a mutual layer of trust between the two of you, and it’s unspoken but proven with the way your body moves with his. 

he definitely spoils you, and no it doesn’t matter that you have your own money and could easily buy exactly what you wanted all buy yourself because “but i got it for you instead, so really, this is just the universe giving you a sign to accept me”

i’d like to think that he’s kind of touchy, but subtle. he’s not all over you all the time, but in public he likes to have his arm around you, or holding your hand. there have definitely been jokes like ‘5 times jhope was part of y/n’s outfit’

NAMJOON

after giving it some thought, i also happen to think that namjoon is one of the most protective members. he cares about your well-being and he’s always going out of his way to make sure that you are okay. i think it’s because he was there when you were young and new to the industry and didn’t know how you had to change the way you let things get to you, and he knows that you’re different now because you’re strong and tough and resilient, but he also knows that it’s okay and normal to let things bother you, and he doesn’t want you to just lock part of yourself away forever.

he definitely takes into account that you’re the only girl, in the most respectful way. sometimes it’s something simple like “okay but does she have to wear a skirt? the rest of us are wearing pants for the show and it’s cold” to your stylist and sometimes it’s just making sure that they remember their boundaries or buying you products, and sometimes it’s giving you a little wiggle room against the rules where he can to see your friends because he’s sure you need a break

given that there is so much misogyny all the time, he would try his best to make sure no one throughout your careers spoke to you a crazy kind of way. of course, it’s not always possible, and it’s fine because like i said, you’re able to hold your own, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does his best to protect you from everything he possibly can. 

he often confides in you about his own fears because just as much as he is there for you, he trusts you and knows that you are there for him too. it’s not uncommon for him to be found outside with you just talking. 

he also loves taking you out to all the different museums and exhibits he visits to share with you what he loves most about them and finds intriguing, also prepared with a list of what about it reminded him of you and why he thought you’d enjoy it too. you always do. 

JIMIN

he loves you so much. i think a lot of people talk about your friendship with him because you both trust each other so obviously, it’s not unlikely that you’ll get into things together. jimin feels like he can just let go with you, and he provides a space for you be confident without having to mask it as being funny so there aren’t rumors about you being self centered. 

when you’re in the spotlight so often, everything you do has a consequence and since people love to be in others’ business, it often means you’re painted to be the bad guy. jimin might just understand that better than anyone. when things get too much, or rumors spread again about you because of something innocent, he knows how to take your mind off it- because sure in a few days no one will talk about it anymore and it won’t seem like it matters, but it’s your life and jimin knows it hurts. 

i like to imagine that when playing games, jimin likes to try to be on your team when he can’t be with taehyung. the two of you are so sassy and ready to make it, and it makes the energy of everything so fun. especially when you don’t do something within a game perfectly- as how playing goes- and jimin pretends to tackle you

TAEHYUNG

because you and jimin are so close, it’s easy for you and taehyung to pretend there’s a rivalry between you guys. there isn’t and the both of you are more than close, but it’s so fun to play up the running joke that you and him are fighting for jimin- and jimin plays along. it’s gotten you a little hate from shippers, but it’s one of those things that are easy to ignore

we all know that taehyung loves trying new things and he loves to teach himself things, and i think that’s something the two of you share. you both find a goal and then meet up or just talk about the progress you’ve made. i think it keeps both of you productive and you both like being able to say that you’ve explored being so versatile. so you’ll listen to him and his trumpet, and he’ll let you ramble in whatever language you’re trying to learn now, both of you supporting and keeping each other accountable. 

taehyung has a list in his notes of all your favorite things. at first it was because he was worried you’d be scared of them and he wanted to be kind to you so you wouldn’t have to be, but then it became a way of being there for you, and getting to know you as well as he possibly could because he enjoys you and your company

i think that taehyung likes to jokingly ground you, but it’s never for something serious. like in rehearsal, he’ll do one of his growls for songs or do a move really well, and you interrupt him - of course being careful not to actually be disruptive- by cheering and hyping him up a little too much on purpose just to see the way he lights up and has to cut off because of his smile and then go “that’s it. you’re grounded”

JUNGKOOK

jungkook and you together is a dangerous duo. the two of you often get lost in your own world. you know how jungkook shuts down in interviews sometimes? yeah well, sometimes it consists of you both just silently poking at each other or pointing things out. he’ll lightly tug on your skirt hem or your belt loop to get your attention, and you’ll just grab his sleeve or hold his pinky to get him to follow your gaze. it’s very rare that you ever have to actually say anything because you just somehow seem to understand each other. 

jin likes to make jokes that you enable each other too much. like during games when you both become a little too competitive and everyone is like “we specifically said don’t do that!” and you two are just like “well that was a very vague statement i feel like that wasn’t necessarily directed at us”

people also ship you and jungkook just because the two of you take care of each other. he’s such a gentleman, too. he’ll give you his jacket often, whether it’s to be warm or cover up with, and we all know he’s a very touchy person. there’s a very viral video of the two of you sitting together in the background of a video about vmin and you’re just talking animatedly and no one can hear what you’re saying but it’s cleat your excited and when you start getting hyper jungkook just cups your face with a smile just as wide and is mumbling “breathe, breathe” and you do for about ten seconds before you go back to rambling and he just sits back with the biggest smile on his face ever, watching you fondly. 

one of the most famous moments between you two is a video of you two talking to txt and you’re holding hands and everyone is like “look at the parents talking to their kids!!!”

[kitkat11602]

I’ve never made a request before so I hope I’m doing this right.

How do you think the side characters (minus Luke) would react to the demon brothers subconsciously picking up human slang/phrases from the MC.

Like, Satan starts threatening to ‘throw hands’ anytime his brothers or anyone else does something to anger him. Asmodeus starts talking about ‘spilling the tea’ whenever he wants to gossip. And the brothers just act like “yeah that’s how we’ve always talked”. But everyone else is just really confused (Barbatos feels probably feels threatened by the spilling tea comment. How dare someone waste perfectly good tea).

Sorry if this isn’t really specific enough, I just think the idea was funny and haven’t put much thought into it otherwise.

a/n: this was so fun to write, especially Diavolo's reaction, I can just imagine him taking everything so seriously until they have to explain to him what it really means, but that you so much for the request!!

I'll probably make a part two in the future with the other brother's if it's wanted :)

not proofread

Characters: Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos, Diavolo

Side Characters Reacting to the Brother's Using Human Slang Terms

Simeon:

He’s very concerned and also a little bit scared.

He’s never heard the brother’s talk like this before, so it’s a whole new experience.

Simeon was leaving class with Mammon and MC in front of him, and he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation about Mammon wanting to ‘dip’.

“Did you do the homework for our next class, Mammon?” MC asked as they walked out the classroom door. Mammon’s body tensed remembering that he had in fact not done the homework for any of his remaining classes. Simeon followed the two, listening to their conversation with a smile.

“Ahh… No I didn’t. I think I’m just gonna dip. I don’t want to go to the rest of my classes.” Mammon replied, scratching the back of his neck as a small laugh escaped through his lips. Simeon’s smile left his face hearing such… a weird phrasing of words.

“Mammon?” Simeon interrupted, hoping to get the demon’s attention before he could ‘dip’. “I’m not sure what you mean by the word ‘dip’, but I don’t think Lucifer would not appreciate you forgetting about your homework and skipping classes.” MC covered their mouth, trying to hold back their laughter as the demon and angel stared at each other in confusion.

Solomon:

Solomon and Satan were just chilling in the library when the demon started rambling on about Lucifer.

Solorman wouldn’t necessarily be surprised that the brothers would have picked up some human slang, I mean they are living with one after all.

But he would be surprised to hear it from Satan, especially that he wanted to ‘throw hands’ with Lucifer.

It had been peaceful in the library, that was until Satan began rambling on about how Lucifer had put him on kitchen duty for the next three weeks all because of some stupid prank.

“One of these days I’m going to throw hands with him.” Satan sighed, finishing his one sided conversation about how Lucifer was the worst. Solomon put down his book for a moment, a small chuckle escaping from his lips at Satan’s words. “What are you laughing about?” Satan grumbled, his eyes glued onto his book as he continued reading.

“You’ve spent so much time with MC that you’re starting to pick up different things they say in the human realm.” Solomon said, sending a smile to Satan when he looked up with a confused gare.

“What do you mean? I’ve always talked like this.” They both knew that was in fact a lie, but Satan would never admit that.

Barbatos:

Has no clue what’s going on, at all.

So when he overheard Asmo and MC talking at Diavolo’s birthday party, he was utterly offended when he heard Asmo’s words about ‘spilling the tea’.

Barbatos went around collecting empty glasses to bring back to the kitchen, but on his trip back he couldn’t help but overhear Asmo gasping loudly and skipping over to MC.

“MC! Oh my gosh, I have so much tea to spill.” Asmo gushed, shoving his D.D.D. into MC’s face. Barabtos didn’t think too much of it at first, but as soon as the words ‘tea’ and ‘spill’ left Asmo’s mouth he would stop and watch the interaction. As calmly as he could, he walked over to the two. Their whispers evolved into nothing as Barbatos let out a small cough to get their attention.

“Asmodeus, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t spill the tea. It takes a lot of time and money to make Lord Diavolo’s favorite, thank you.” After speaking he bowed slightly before walking off to gather more empty glasses. Asmo and MC both gave each other a look before bursting out in laughter, Barabtos still had so much to learn about the human language.

Diavolo:

Diavolo would honestly be so confused and take everything seriously.

When Diavolo first experienced these so-called ‘slang’ terms the humans used was when he and the brothers were having a student council meeting.

Of course MC couldn’t make it, having other things to do around devildom that was utterly urgent according to Lucifer.

“How has MC been doing? I haven’t seen them in a few days.” Diavolo asked, trying to make light conversation with the brothers. They all nodded their heads, mumbling out some sort of ‘good’ and ‘okay’.

“They’ve been good.” Lucifer said, continuing to read through different documents. Beel pushed an empty plate across the table, letting out a hum of satisfaction from the delicious food he had just eaten.

“Yeah, they looked like a whole snack last night.” Beel said, a smile growing on his face as he remembered how cute you looked in the pajamas you wore last night. Lucifer’s body stiffened as the other brothers let out their small agreements. Diavolo choked on his drink, eyes wide as he stared at Beel in bewilderment.

“Do we need to have another emergency meeting about not eating the exchange students?”

“No, I- Lord Diavolo, he didn’t mean it like that.” Lucifer tried to explain which only resulted in Diavolo sending Lucifer a displeased look.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Omg I have an angsty request that I’m sure is going to rip my heart out and light it on fire. It’s a super long and specific request so sorry if I get carried away:

Okay so reader had an unspoken thing in the glade with Gally but then he “died” so over the course of the events of scorch trials she got closer with newt and they start their own unspoken thing. But then in the death cure, newt (realizing he has the flare) starts encouraging her to reconcile with gally because he knows that he’s gonna die and gally will take care of her? But she’s confused on who she loves but kinda clings to what she has with newt because he needs her. And she’s just heart b r o k e n over newt dying but gally helps put her pieces back together in the safe haven and eventually they have their fluffy first time together?

Thanks!

*Fanfare* *Triumphant Music* I finally finished this one! Sorry it took a while, I really wanted this to be perfect. But I think I'm quite happy with how this one turned out! I hope you like it too, sweet Anon. Btw, I know you wanted smut, but I just didn't think it would fit with this one. Sorry, maybe on the next one!

Over 5.2k words, so strap in for a long one y'all

Possible Trigger Warning: Self Harm

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During your time in the Glade, you were practically attached at the hip with Gally.

He was your best friend, your first go to whenever you had any issues, and you were the same to him.

After his supposed death, you felt a void in your soul. You took on a nihilistic attitude, nothing in life making sense anymore. You didn't care about what happened to you or around you, you wished you had died with Gally, the idea of it being welcomed with open arms.

The thought of dying brought no anxiety, no dread. Even the thought of dying painfully didn't scare you, you wanted it. Everyday you thought about that spear going through Gally's chest, wanting to feel what he must've felt. You wanted to feel the same pain and fear, you wanted to feel like you were dying too.

No rational side of you could explain why you felt this way. Perhaps, if you felt the same pain he felt, maybe it would give some sort of closure. Maybe it would make you feel like you were still close to him, even in death.

It wasn't too long before you decided to act on those feelings. You had been only a knife to your chest, right where your heart was, hyping yourself up to push the blade into your skin.

You didn't want to kill yourself, no. You wanted your death to be natural, not forced. You'd suffer your own existence until your time eventually came like it did for everyone else. But Newt didn't know this when he happened upon you that night, just a couple centimeters of a blade shredding its way into your skin.

Newt panicked, immediately stopping your from hurting yourself, his heart racing at the thought of being too late. But thankfully, he wasn't.

You tried to seem somewhat normal, but the laughter bubbling from your chest couldn't be withheld, making Newt fear that you had lost your mind. He wasn't too far off...

He knew how much Gally's death impacted you, he knew you were in pain every second of every day, but he never thought you'd go so far as hurting yourself. He just silently patched you up, fearing anything he would say from a good place would only upset you further.

Eventually, you explained why you had done what you did. It obviously didn't sit right with Newt. He wasn't particularly close with Gally back in the Glade, but he knew well enough that he wouldn't want you to be living with this mindset.

After a while in the Scorch, you stuck by Newt the most and you started to get better. You felt so empty after Gally's death, leaving a hole in your heart. Newt helped lead you out of that void, trying his best to fit that empty space. But you knew nobody could replace Gally, not even Newt. You knew that space could never be filled, but just seeing Newt try to be that person for you, it was too endearing not to pull at what heartstrings you had left.

Then the complications happened, so much time spent believing that Gally was dead came crashing down as he stood in front of you all, very much not dead.

You thought it had to be a dream, could he really be here?

It was strange. You thought you'd run to him, leap into his arms and kiss all over his face, but you didn't. You stood next to your friends awkwardly as he took off his gas mask. To think you'd be more outwardly happy that someone you cared about was still alive. But you couldn't help the guilt that you felt when Gally said that they left him to die. Sure, it might've not been specifically directed to you, but you felt the sharp sting of his words resonate through you. It almost felt like a strong invisible force hit your funny bone, the volt of uncomfortable aching pain spreading throughout your entire body and leaving you in a breathless agony.

For Gally, he was overjoyed to see you alive and well. He so badly wanted to go to you, feel you in his arms again. But he knew he couldn't, how could he after how he treated everyone back in the Glade?

He didn't remember a lot, but he knew he killed Chuck. The blurry memories of that day, he saw it every night in his dreams. He remembered the sound of the gunshot, the sudden pain in his chest and not being able to breathe. He saw Chuck laying beside him, his expressionless eyes trained on the ceiling, unmoving. His chest wasn't rising and falling like it should've been, blood seeping through his layers of clothing. The most purest soul Gally ever met was dead, and it was his fault.

Gally couldn't even bring himself to look in your direction, he was too disgusted with himself.

Thomas punching Gally wasn't a big shock, he knew he deserved it. But Newt quickly came to his rescue, stopping Thomas from acting out irrationally. But a part of Gally didn't want the Greenie to be stopped. Being punched wasn't something he enjoyed, but Gally would willingly endure whatever punishment that would be inflicted and he'd accept that he deserved it. But nothing he could do or say would bring Chuck back...

When Gally did finally force himself to look at you, he wish he hadn't. You looked indifferent, which never happened with you. He instantly thought that you hated him as much as Thomas did, but then again, he deserved it.

It was really tough for Gally to keep a conversation with everyone while he took them to see Lawrence, especially when he noticed how close you stuck by Newt. But, he supposed it was only natural to find another person to be close to when you've lost someone else, he still couldn't help the feeling of jealousy that bubbled up in his chest. He hated how good you and Newt looked together, you seemed...happy.

At the moment, you weren't even close to happy; you were confused, and angry.

It sounded terrible, but a part of you was angry that Gally was actually still alive. You had to go through the mourning process, and you hadn't even finished it and now all of a sudden, he was alive all this time. It put your emotions on haywire, the most you felt was confusion, and if someone would've told you what you were experiencing was some sort of a twisted dream, you would believe them. But your feet were too sore and sunburn too irritating for this all to be a dream.

You sensed Newt's eyes trained on you, you knew he was probably worried, but you couldn't decide what for. Was he worried that you'd go back to Gally? Was he worried you'd replace him now that he was still alive? Knowing Newt, he probably just wanted to talk to you, but even then, you would have no idea what to say. What do people feel or say in situations like this? You were certain not everyone has to go through the loss of a loved one just to find out that they weren't gone, right?

It was late, and you were exhausted, as was everyone else; but you stayed awake, attempting to sleep only causing you to toss and turn, and eventually giving up. But someone else was awake, you were shocked to see that it was Newt. "What're doing awake?" He asked, taking a seat next to you.

"Could ask you the same thing." You replied, only getting a look from Newt in response. "Couldn't sleep." You sighed, caving in to his concerned expression.

"I know it's not my place," Newt started, wringing his hands together nervously, "but, you haven't said a word to Gally." You knew he was going to bring that up, you had that feeling as soon as he saw you were still awake. "I know it was a shock, to all of us. But I thought it'd effect you the most, to be quite honest. You two were pretty close..."

You shrugged weakly, shaking your head. "I don't know what to tell you. Was I supposed to react a certain way? Was I supposed to drop to my knees and burst into tears or something?"

Newt grimaced. "No...of course you're not supposed to act a certain way. It's just a bit strange to me that you haven't tried to speak to him at all."

"I don't even know what I'd say to him." You chuckled bitterly.

"I know you and Gally had something, something special. That sort of thing doesn't just go away. You were absolutely gutted after what happened, this is a chance to reconnect. You care about him, a lot."

"Hey, that doesn't change the way I feel about you. I care about you a lot too."

Newt smiled weakly. "I know, but I really think you should go and talk to him."

You could tell he was being sincere, but you couldn't understand why. You two had grown close over the past several months, so why would he want you to reconnect with someone you used to be even closer with? You weren't really given the time to think over it more before Newt was quickly encouraging you to speak with Gally, telling you where his room was, somehow knowing this conversation would happen and finding out beforehand.

Just a few moments later, you found yourself outside of Gally's door, fist extended out to hover over the worn wood, but you couldn't bring yourself to knock. Thinking back to how hard you tried to avoid Gally when he came back, what if he thought you hated him? What if he didn't want to talk to you?

But before you could chicken out, you forced yourself to knock on Gally's door without thinking, soon hearing the thud of footsteps nearing. With bated breath, you waited for the door to open, anxiety gripping your mind so intensely that it almost triggered your fight or flight response. But Gally's almost hopeful and shocked expression when he saw you waiting relaxed you a little bit. "...hi." Gally voiced, the nervous and confused tone to his voice not going unnoticed by you.

"Hi." You replied, your voice probably just as shaky and nervous as his.

"Uh, come in." He said quickly, moving out of the doorframe, his hands slightly shaking when he motioned you to enter his room.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, so fast and hard that you were worried Gally would be able to hear it. Your hands were shaking, as well as your legs as you walked into his room, it was a miracle you didn't collapse right then and there. You tried not to jump as you heard the click of his door closing, you tried to take deep calming breaths before Gally turned to face you, the two of you almost on complete opposite sides of the room just standing awkwardly.

You stared at Gally, your gaze running up and down his body but ultimately stopping to stare at his chest. Tears quickly came to your eyes as you saw how healthy he looked, like a spear wasn't embedded in his chest months ago. You couldn't stop the flow of whimpers that came from your throat, putting your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. You felt your face start to burn as you felt Gally's arms wrap around you as soon as you started to cry, but his warmth comforting you only caused you to let out more tears.

You never thought you'd be in his arms again.

Gally stood there silently, holding you and just trying to soothe you as best he could. In the back of his mind, he was astonished that you even let him come near you, you had avoided him altogether up until this moment. But the whimpers he heard coming from you, seeing the tears spilling from your eyes, he instinctively went to hug you. He also couldn't ignore the guilt he felt, thinking that you were crying because of him. He hated it. But you hugged him back tightly, burying your face in his chest and trying to stifle your sobs.

"You're here..." You cried softly, "you're really here..."

Gally's lip trembled, tears of his own brimming his eyes at how much pain you must've been in thinking he was dead all this time, your voice giving away your feelings. He exhaled shakily, "I am here." He placed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm here."

For a few minutes, you and Gally just held each other silently. You both needed this, understanding how badly you missed one another. Soon, you were able to calm yourself, but you still didn't pull away. Gally only pulled away slightly so he could see your face, frowning when he saw your eyes were puffy and tearstained. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You furrowed your brows, shaking your head. "What happened wasn't your fault, Gally." You said genuinely. No matter how much pain and anger you felt about what happened to Chuck, you never once blamed him. You knew W.C.K.D. killed him, and every other Glader who died. But Gally's frown told you everything you needed to know; he still blamed himself.

"I should've gone with you." He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. "How can you even stand the sight of me?"

"Because I know you never would've killed anyone if you weren't stung, especially Chuck."

Hearing Chuck's name out loud made tears brim Gally's eyes once more, tightening his fists in anger at himself. "Chuck deserved so much better...he wasn't supposed to die..." He cried, causing you to pull him back into your embrace, rubbing his back while trying to not to cry again.

"None of us deserved to get experimented on."

Eventually, you lead Gally to sit next to you on his bed, holding his hand. It felt so right to be sitting there with Gally, you missed him so much that you despised ever feeling even the slightest bit of anger when you first saw that Gally was alive. But one emotion did not go away, you still felt confused.

While sitting there with Gally, you couldn't help but think about Newt. He was so adamant about you reconciling with Gally, was he hoping that something would happen between you two? You truly cared a lot about Newt, and you knew he felt the same way, so you couldn't understand why he was acting this way.

You sighed softly when you started to feel sleepy, standing up slowly. "I should probably head back."

Gally quickly stood up with you. "Uh, you could stay here if you want?" He stammered, causing you to smile a little.

"That's okay. I already had a sleeping bag set up for me downstairs, so..."

Gally tried to hide his disappointed frown, choosing to walk up to you until you two were face to face. Maybe it was too soon, but ever since he saw you, Gally had the strongest urge to place his lips on yours. He missed your soft lips that he only had the privilege of feeling a few times back in the Glade before everything happened. He gently grabbed hold of your jaw, tilting your face up and leaning forward slowly.

You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. But before his lips could connect, Newt's face popped up in your mind and you couldn't, you forced yourself to turn away.

You tried not to look at Gally's face, knowing that he'd probably look like a kicked puppy. You couldn't, it would be too painful. "It's Newt." Gally frowned, taking a step back.

Your eyes widened, finally taking a glance over to him to indeed see that his expression was one of disappointment and sadness. "I never said-"

"You didn't have to." Gally interrupted. "I see the way you look at him...it's how you used to look at me." You stayed silent, a feeling of guilt washing over you. "I don't blame you, Y/n, for finding someone else. I'd never expect you to grieve over me forever, that's too selfish."

Hearing this, you had a terrifying thought that you needed to voice out loud. "Did you ever find someone else?" You asked nervously, afraid of his answer.

"No..." He smiled weakly, "No one that could ever compare to you."

You hated that you felt relieved, you were the one who seemed to be selfish. But, you couldn't just drop what you had with Newt now that Gally's still alive. You couldn't say anything else, what could you say to that?

"You should get some sleep." Gally said, opening his door and motioning you to get out.

"Gally..." You whispered.

"Please. Just...we have a busy day tomorrow."

You sighed. You couldn't argue with him.

Newt watched you walk back downstairs, getting into your sleeping bag with a very prominent frown. Doesn't seem like it went well, he thought. He felt relieved and frustrated at the same time. Newt really cared for you, he could even go as far as saying he loved you, but he needed you and Gally to get back together, or become friends again at least.

It wasn't too long ago that Newt found out he had the Flare. He saw the black and purple veins slowly travelling up his arm, and the pain, the pain was the worst part. You had already gotten close to him, so he was heartbroken to know that you'd just lose another person you cared for. After Gally, he knew you wouldn't be able to handle another loss. So when Gally showed up out of the blue, it was like a miracle, Newt's prayers had been answered.

Newt felt jealousy, of course, he wanted to stay with you. He didn't want Gally to take you from him, but what use would he be when he was dead or a Crank? He tried not to be angry with you, it wasn't your fault how you were feeling, but he needed to know you'd be okay when he was gone.

Newt did try talking to you about it, but you always changed the subject or simply didn't answer him. Before you all knew it, it was time to start planning Minho's rescue mission. Thomas didn't want to use Teresa, and hearing that only made Newt's anger bubble to the surface.

It wasn't like Newt to lash out like that, he was always so calm and relaxed. Maybe the stress finally got to him, maybe it was something else...

You immediately followed after Newt when he stormed out after yelling at Thomas, not knowing that Gally's sad eyes were following you. You couldn't think of anything else, you just had to know that Newt was okay.

You found Newt on the roof, sitting on the ledge. "Newt?" You asked, concerned. "Are you okay...?" You stepped closer captiously, finally taking a seat next to him.

Newt only smiled bitterly. "No...no, not really."

You sighed, looking out to the horizon, trying to find the right words to say. "We all thought Teresa was our friend...it's okay to be angry."

Newt shook his head. "It's not that."

You furrowed your brows. "Then, why did you lash out at Thomas?"

Newt bit his lip to keep it from trembling. He never wanted you to find out this way. He didn't even want you to know. But after that scene he made, he knew there was no point in hiding it anymore.

Tears came to your eyes as Newt lifted up his jacket sleeve, revealing his discolored arm. You knew what it was immediately, seeing it on every Crank you came across. "No..." You whispered. "No."

"I know I probably shouldn't have kept it from you, but I was scared. I still am."

"We'll fix it!" You quickly said, it sounding more like a plead. "We'll find another cure!"

Newt only gave you a weak smile. "I don't think that's a possibility right now, love. Besides, Minho needs us."

"No, you're not allowed to give up like that, Newt. We'll find something to help you. If Brenda was cured, so can you. Teresa might-"

"Please, Y/n." Newt voiced sharply. "Please...just stop. I don't need false hope."

Before you could say anything else, you heard the roof access door open, Thomas walking up to the two of you. "Y/n, can I, uh, talk to Newt? Alone?"

You looked to Newt, who nodded, signaling for you to leave. You stood up, speed walking inside and down the stairs. The tears kept falling, blurring your vision, and you had no idea what to do. Newt was dying, and there was nothing that you could do about it, and it didn't seem like he was too eager to try and find a cure. You hoped Thomas could talk some sense into him. But in that moment, your feet subconsciously took you to Gally's little apartment. You stood in front of the door in tears, wishing that you didn't feel the urge to find comfort in him when Newt was sick. But, you knocked on the door, quickly placing yourself in Gally's arms as soon as he was in front of you.

Gally didn't know what was wrong, he barely got a good look at your face before you threw yourself at him. But the way you were shaking and whimpering, he knew you were crying, and he didn't have the heart to pull away from you. He walked backwards and shut his door, leading you to sit down on his bed with him. He just held you as you cried, leaning his head down on top of yours until you calmed down. He finally spoke when your cries were just quiet sniffles. "What happened?"

You exhaled a shaky breath, lifting your head to look at Gally. "Newt has the Flare..."

"W-What...?" Had Gally heard that right? Could his mind be playing tricks on him? He just assumed everyone that was in the Glade was immune, that's why they were there, right? But you repeated what you had said, confirming what Gally thought he heard. "I...I'm so sorry..." That's all Gally could say. He wasn't very well spoken in these types of situations, all he could do was bring you back into another hug.

You finally understood why Newt was pushing you to get close to Gally again; he wanted you to be close to someone when he died.

Yet another situation that had you confused. You knew you loved Gally, you always had, he was your best friend. But now you had Newt, he helped you through everything while in the Scorch, helped you try to overcome your grieve and probably saved your life multiple times. How could you possibly make a decision like this?

You and Gally never put a label on what you had in the Glade, and nobody asked either, not even Alby. You both just knew that you cared for one another, that you'd do anything for the other. But as time went on, you felt guilty knowing what you'd ultimately choose. It was always going to be a lose lose for you.

Newt needed you, and you couldn't leave him when he needed you the most.

Gally, deep down, knew what your decision was going to be. You had a big heart. You never would leave anyone behind, even if they were infected. Back in the Glade, Gally wouldn't have hesitated in sacrificing the few to save the many, but you were never like that. You cared about everyone, especially the people who were closest to you. You never were going to give up on Newt, you couldn't now. You would spend as much time with him as possible, what little time he might've had left. And you did, until he took his final breath.

You felt like you were a glass vase that had been shattered, and every time you tried to pick up the pieces, the glass would just cut deeper and deeper into your skin. It felt like life didn't want you to be put back together. Nothing felt real. Everything that happened in the Last City felt like a fever dream. You hoped that one day you'd wake up and you'd be back in the Glade, everyone was still alive. Maybe if you could go back in time, maybe you could save everyone, maybe you could've convinced Gally to listen to Thomas, maybe you could've held off Newt a bit longer in time for Brenda to give him the cure.

A lot of maybe's, a lot of hopes and prayers, never answered.

Now in the Safe Haven, you felt anything but safe.

You didn't talk to anyone for awhile, not even Gally. You had nothing to say, and you were afraid of breaking down in front of everyone. So, you isolated yourself. And then a couple weeks later, you finally felt everything bubble to the surface.

Sitting down somewhere along the coastline, not too close to the water, but close enough that you could feel the salty breeze of the waves hit you gently as the evening cooled when the sun started to go set.

You tucked yourself up into a ball, your knees as close as you could get them to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them. And, you cried. And cried. And cried. And cried. The ugly kind of crying. Your tears weren't coming out one eye at a time in a perfectly straight line down your face like in the movies, you weren't making quiet sniffles or whimpers, you were full on sobbing. Tears came out of your eyes so fast that you could barely make out the sun on the horizon, your shirt sleeves were most definitely covered in snot and whatever salty tears it had the chance to catch. Your throat felt like it was being torn apart by how intense your sobs were. The sobs sounded more like you were having a coughing fit, one of those phlegmy hacking coughs that made you feel like you were going to vomit.

You knew you most likely weren't far enough away from the camp to quiet your weeping, and you knew you were just embarrassing yourself, arranging for yourself to be completely humiliated the next morning when you had to face everybody. But in the moment, you couldn't care less. You loss someone so important to you, it felt like losing Gally all over again. But you knew this time, it was final. No surprise resurrections this time. You felt completely, and utterly, alone.

But you never were.

You felt so dissociated and detached from yourself, the wails of grief too much for your body to handle. You couldn't feel anything around you, not the warmth of the sand, not the slight chill breeze, not even Gally's arms wrapped around you tightly. You didn't realize until you passed out from exhaustion, waking up the next morning in a bed that wasn't yours, and a hut that wasn't yours.

Your vision was still a little bit blurry, all the tears from the night previous crusting to the creases around your eyes, making it a bit of a challenge opening them all the way. But, your other sense were intact enough to tell you that bacon and eggs were next to you on a bedside table. You hadn't eaten the day before, so it was mostly a primal reaction to quickly take the plate and gobble up the food.

You still had to rely on context clues to figure out where you were in the camp. As much as your eyes irritated you, they could now finally work once you were wide awake. You probably should've known immediately who's hut it was, but seeing that familiar grey knitted hoodie settled ungracefully over the backrest of a chair, you knew it was Gally's.

You blushed quickly after that realization. How did he know where you were, and how much did he see? The thought of him seeing you in such a state made you cringe. But what was more horrifying was that Gally was right outside the room, waiting for you to wake up. "Hey..." He voiced, his eyebrows knitted in concern, eyes full of sadness.

You had to look away, the heat rushing to your face making you feel like you were going to pass out again. "Hi." You croaked, your vocal cords still sore and raw.

Gally shifted his weight nervously, taking a step closer to you. "I'm sorry, for bringing you here...I was afraid you were going to hurt yourself." You snapped you gaze back to him in confusion, him quickly blushing, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, Newt told me about what you did to yourself after...after the Maze."

You self-consciously rubbed the spot on your chest where a big scar still remained. "I wasn't trying to...you know, kill myself or anything."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you." He said softly, taking a seat on the bed next to you.

You sighed, crossing your arms. "I just...I didn't know what I was thinking."

Gally gently grabbed ahold of your hand, making you uncross your arms, letting his warm hand take yours. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. Newt should be here with the rest of us. He was a good person."

You nodded as tears came to your eyes again, burning enough to make you whimper, and you leaned your head against Gally's shoulder. "I miss him so much." You cried.

Eventually, you and Gally became close again. He was always there for you. Whenever you had nightmares, whenever you were lonely, whenever you needed anything, Gally would always be there. You started to feel your relationship had almost gotten back to the point where it was in the Glade, it had been almost a year, but you still felt it was too early to be moving on. A part of you didn't want to move on, but you knew that's not what Newt wanted either.

You didn't read the note Newt wrote to you when Thomas first gave it to you. The grief was still too near, and you didn't know if you could handle it. But a couple months after your breakdown, you finally read it. Newt loved you, he had always loved you. And he wanted you to be happy, he didn't want you to be sad that he was gone, even though he knew it would be impossible. But he knew you would be okay, he knew Gally would protect you no matter what. Reading his note was part of the reason you knew it would be okay to be with Gally, it just took you some time.

One day, you and Gally were taking a break from working, just sitting near the forest tree line, and you did it; you kissed him, and you couldn't stop, you didn't want to stop. And you didn't, and neither did Gally.

After that, it was almost impossible to spend any time away from each other.

You never thought you'd smile again, but Gally always found a way. He made you so happy, and it made you cry one night when you finally realized that you were happy, and you knew somewhere out there, it made Newt happy.

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Cries in Español

[whom-the-hell]

Hello! May I request hcs about Makoto, Rin, Seijuro and Sousuke (if possible!) Reacting to gn reader saying "It's so nice being hugged by you" or "you're so warm" when the character hugs them? Fluff. Sfw. Thank you!

Hey there! If you don’t mind, I wrote some headcanons and a small scenario in each one of the characters. Also, I apologize for this taking such a long time!

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Fluff

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊: Free!

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖉:

Makoto Tachibana

Seijuro Mikoshiba

Rin Matsuoka

Sousuke Yamazaki

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𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝕿𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖆:

-Okay so, in my opinion, I think Makoto gives the SOFTEST and WARMEST hugs ever!

He can wrap his hands around your body and it would feel like you made your way to heaven.

-Whenever you hug him, Makoto feels happiness and love that’s radiating from the hug.

-Anyways, it was a hard day for you, and all you wanted is to come back home and lay down on the bed and sleep.

-You walked your way back home and opened the front door, where you saw Makoto sitting on the couch in the living room.

-You put down your stuff and take off your shoes, shortly after, washing your hands in the bathroom and plopping onto the couch where Makoto was sitting.

-”Hey babe, how was your day?” He asks you in a soft voice.

-You mutter out something under your breath and Makoto realized that you were in a bad mood.

-He would wrap his hands around you softly, his body sharing his warmth with you as he makes small circles with his thumbs on your back with one of his hands.

-You would stay in that comfortable position and say: “You know, it’s so nice to be hugged by you.” You softly say.

-When you said that, Makoto’s face would fade from his normal skin color to the shade of crimson REAL QUICK.

-This guy over here would feel so happy and pleased with the words that just came out of your mouth that he will remember the compliment you gave him for the rest of his life.

𝕽𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖔𝖐𝖆:

-The first time he hugged you it felt warm and full of love.

-I feel like Rin is the type of boyfriend to give amazing hugs to his s/o. And ONLY to his s/o.

-So, when you both started to date, you were surprised of how loving the hugs he gave you were.

-Anyways, this night you were having a nightmare.  

A nightmare that involved you and Rin getting into an argument and breaking up shortly after.

-You jump up as your eyes open faster than sonic could ever run, while sweat dripped down your forehead and back.

-You look to your side and see Rin, peacefully sleeping.

-”It was just a nightmare...” You sigh in relief as you whisper under your breath.

-”Is everything okay? You were moving around like crazy, did you dream a nightmare?” You hear a male voice say.

-You turn your head to Rin’s side of the bed where you see him sitting up and scratching his head.

-”Yeah, sorry if I woke you u-”

And not even letting you finishing your sentence, Rin embraces you into a loving, soft, warm hug.

-He puts his head into the crook of your neck and calmly breathes.

-”Don’t be scared love, everything’s going to be okay.” Rin whispers into your ear.

-”Rin, can I tell you something?” You ask him. -”Sure?”  

-”You give the warmest and loving hugs I’ve ever felt, I’m serious.”  

-You couldn’t see what Rin’s reaction was, but let me tell you that he felt like he’s about to faint.

-Rin didn’t expect for you to say that, so you caught him off guard by the pleasing and loving words you told him.

-He felt like fainting because people don’t usually say that to him, and hearing that coming out of his s/o felt like heaven.

-A smile on his face grew bigger, as his cheeks radiated the sweet color of pink.

𝕾𝖊𝖎𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖔𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆

-Seijuro gives really energetic and relaxing hugs to his s/o. So, expect the hug to be nice, you would be able to relax into the hug and it would feel really good.

-He hugs you quite a lot too.

-Anyways, this day, you were sick.

-Your nose was stuffy and you throat hurt.  

Yesterday, you went out with your friends to the town to hang out. And I guess you didn’t know that it’ll get colder by the hour, so you came back home with freezing legs and arms.

-You told your boyfriend, Seijuro, that you weren’t feeling well today, and that you won’t be able to come over to his place today.

-What you didn’t know is that he will come to you.

That means he’s literally sprinting to your place with medicine in his hands while worrying if everything’s okay with you.

-He knocked on your door straight after and you, so lazily, opened it.

-”What the heck are you doing here?!” You say in shock, trying to not higher your voice.

-”No time to talk! I’ll make you hot soup and give you some medicine!” Seijuro gets into the house and puts the medicine on your table.

-You say nothing. Just watch him freak out over you getting a little cold.

-Then, you start to quietly laugh, as you couldn’t contain yourself.

-Seijuro looks at you with a confused look on his face. “What’s so funny?”  

-”Oh nothing, it’s just that you got so freaked out over a little cold, that I couldn’t contain myself.” You answer him.

-Seijuro looks at you and sighs, starting to make his way to you.

-He slowly wraps his hands around your fragile body.

“Maybe I had over reacted a little bit-” He says with a small smile.

-You giggle softly, and hug him back.

“Ya know, the only thing that can make me feel better right now are your hugs. You are literally so warm, I love it.” You say quietly, enough for him to hear.

-His reaction is rather cute. He will hug you a bit tighter and cling onto you, not wanting to let go.

-”Could we maybe go si-”

-”No.”

-He will also kiss your cheek repeatedly.  

-He felt so happy by your words he thought that he has achieved the ultimate goal of life. (ikr, kinda dramatic but still cute)

𝕾𝖔𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖐𝖎

-The first time you hugged him, he was a bit stiff as he wasn’t used to that type of thing.

-Though, after he did get used to hugging you, he will do it nonstop.

-You get up, he hugs you. You go to sleep, he hugs you. You walk, he hugs you.

-He loves hugging you but he won’t admit it, even though it’s already really obvious.

-That day, you were out at the library trying to study for an upcoming exam.

-And before you knew it, night time has come.

-You took the bus home and look at your phone to see over 20 messages from your boyfriend, Sousuke.

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Sousuke:

Hey, where are you?

Y/n?

Y/n are you okay?

Y/n what happened?

Why aren’t you texting back?

Y/n?!  

*and 14 more*

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-”Crap-” You think to yourself and quickly text him back, explaining that your phone was off and you were trying to study.

-Not after a second later you get a text back from him saying that he’s waiting outside your place.

-Soon enough, you arrive.

-Sousuke, seeing you, runs over and hugs you tightly.

-”H-Hey! Is everything okay...?” You ask him.

-Sousuke doesn’t answer, just moves closer to you.

-You sigh and smile lightly, giving into the hug and closing your eyes.

-Your body relaxed and you felt happy that he worried about you.

-”You do know you shouldn’t worry about me this much.” You say.

-Sousuke shakes his head no.

-”Sometimes, you act like a child, a child that gives the warmest and softest hugs I’ve ever felt.”

-Suddenly, you feel your body being lifted up.

-”What are you-!”  

-He slowly picks you while giving you a warm smile.

-He felt relieved everything's okay with you, but also pleased by your words.

-His cheeks were pinkish and it looked like he was blushing.

-After you told him that he gives good hugs, he started to hug you even more.

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OkAy, I’m so sorry once again for taking such a long time to write this-

I love you, and hope you have a nice rest of your day!

[sailorhyunjinz]

HI BESTIE IMY HEBSBRBS AHH I’ve been so busy ... also recently got super sick and I’ve not been well at all ,, it’s just the flu / a stomach bug tho ! :,) hru ???

Your latest reaction was so good ,, thoughts r being thunk ?? Thinking about skz reaction to you rubbing / jerking their dicks just whenever you’re bored .. and you don’t even really notice that they’re getting off ahah IDK IT JUST SEEMS TO HOT ??

Once they cum or wtv you’re like ;) hsshbrbs

I have a dick but honestly it’s never bothered me reading ur shit directed towards a female reader ? For some reason I really like it bye 😭🤚

-🚬

BABYBOOOY WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!?! :((( Hope you’re feeling better now, i should give u some of my healing medicin aka my kisses :(( <33 

Also that last bit AAh thank u T-T i try to be more inclusive but like AAAGH im always so scared that i’ll mess something up from my lack of ~ knowledge ~ BUT I REALLY TRY MY BEST >< so thank uuu for having patience for my dumb ass

ANYWAYS SPEED REACTION LEGO 

warnings: skz x gn!reader. handjobs, blowjobs, cum, orgasm (m), cum eating, slight overstimulation

Bangchan

“w-what the fuck” 

yeah thats his only reaction when you suddenly stick your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly stroking it while big spooning him

you werent trying to get him off... more like... you wanted something to play with while watching the movie

boy would be ~ flustered ~ 

he’d find it interesting

why would you jerk him off if you didn’t want him to cum yk?

like that type of thoughs

but of course you can’t expect him to not react LMAO

you were fully immersed in the movie because it started to get interesting now and you didn’t notice how you started jerking him off faster. 

until...

you felt something warm and wet hit your hand paired with his dick twitching

you looked at him and saw that poor boy was biting his bottom lip so hard trying to not disturb you with his moans

“did you cum?” you say, lifiting up his pants to which he yelped and put his hands over yours right at his crotch. “n-no”

Minho

be bold with this man 

pull his pants down when he’s just chilling ASHASHA oh god

he doesn’t think it fair 

eventhough he does the exact same to you

when he does it to you it more like he simply wants to feel you all over, not intending for you to get turned on

but make one moan and this mf thinks it a game

“how many times can i get y/n to moan”

NO OK BUT RETURNING TO YOU -> HIM

it would take sum time to get him to cum

he doesnt strike me as the sensitive type and so you could jerk him for quite a while which hey more fun for you

but ooone faithful day he was more turned on than usual leading to him cumming quicker than he usually does during one of those times where you played with his dick

stroking it, running your thumb across the tip, licking it .. you name it...

you smirk when he accidentally cums on your lips and you lick it off and he just starts complaining (yk when jisung bit his fingernail in that two kids room episode, yeah that tone)

“y-you can’t just do that!!” you start chuckling “what? mad that you came like a bitch?” 

nex thing you know you’re pinned against a wall OOP sorry

Changbin

he lives for this BUT only if you give him attention

which you dont because you’re simply bored and dont want to get him off, more like... liking the feeling of having him in your hand lmao

“can you at least look at me?” you shake your head, holding his semi-erect dick in your hand “shh,,, im watching something!” 

that would be the everyday conversation ahsahsha

I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD GO FOR A WHILE??!

he’d be relativly quiet as well so you wouldnt notice until he actually cums and you’re like “...wtf why is my hand sticky”

BRUH U START APOLOGIZING HASHAS HE JUST GLARES AT YOU FOR NOT GIVING YOU ANY ATTENTION

but he came anyways so..

you try to escape the situation but he’s not having it

“nah you’re not escaping now, finish what you started baby”

Hyunjin

another boy thats lives for this 

why? because a) its a handjob b) he likes the thrill of not knowing when you’re bored c) because you forget what you’re doing and he likes seeing you surprised when he cums ASHAHS god bury me 

would purposefully make you bored 

“the wifi is down y/n,, guess we having nothing to do...w-wanna give me a handjob”

you shrug, “alright” 

you’re completely lost in though, wondering when the wifi will return or what you guys should eat for dinner

suddenly he cums,,, a lot,,,

you laugh at him and he’s kind of blushing with his hair covering parts of his face. 

“i-i’m pretty sure the wifi will be down for a while” ;))

Jisung

FUCK YES LETS GO

he would already just be naked infront of you at random times

like,,, whats the point in putting on clothes after the shower if he knows that you are going to sneak up on him and jerk him off yk?

but what this boy didn’t know was how you didn’t notice most of the time

your hand just having a mind of it’s own...

but you’d notice pretty quick 

since this boy LOUD YALL 

whiny mf 

“shush!” you say, scrolling on your phone with one hand and jerking him off with the other.

you didnt intend on making him cum,,, just giving him a massage ASKKASJSKSA

he’d act all like “ppfft... you can’t make me cum from just that-”

and then shuts up because “h-hey... this feels too g-good”

not thinking he’d cum this quick you started talking to him but were quickly cut off from him letting out a long moan

“f-fuck,, y/n..h-haa,,,”

after he cums you’re like “heading to bed”

but he pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with big doe eyes

“c-could we keep going?” 

Felix

boy would be walking around, holding his crotch because he never knows when you attack

because he belong to the more... sensitive bunch of boys... HE DOESNT LIKE IT TOO MUCH

mostly because he’d cum too fast and it would leave him embarrassed (awh poor boy:(( ) 

thats legit the only reason LMAO

noo poor boy wants to appear all tough for you even though you’ve told him over 100 times that he doesn’t have to be, you love him for who he is yk? <33

BUT NOPE stubborn baby sets bets with you

“ok this time i won’t cum that quickly... last time was a practice round”

ASHAHSH WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY JESUS

4 minutes later... YEAH YOU GUESSED IT

and you didnt even notice?!?!

you just thought that those sounds were him in like pain ASHShHAS

because you were to preoccupied thinking watching tv

needless to say,,, he was pouty,, for a while

until you attacked again LMAO

Seungmin

ok gimmie a second,,,, i need to think 

alright... he likes it BUT he’s shy

you need to give the puppy some time to warm up 

do it too fast and he gets scared AHSHASH

so ok lets say that the both of you are doing,, nothing

and you just slowly feel him up and it eventually leads to you jerking him off

you’re not even aware of how good he’s feeling with your hand around his cock

“y-y/n can you stop?” 

“stop what- oh”

looking down you notice that he already came, his cum coating the tip and your hand with white thick ropes

NOT THAT HE CAME FAST JUST THAT HE SUFFERED WITH THE SLIGHT OVERSTIMULATION ON HIS OWN

goddamn... seungmin is always so difficult to write for ONLY ME?!?!?

seungmin stans are already knocking on my door SORRY IM TRYING

Jeongin

BLUSHY BOY

I REPEAT; BLUSHY BOY

“w-what are you doing y/n~?” he says while your hand travels down the side of his body while the two of you were chilling in bed. “im bored” you huff out, looking him in those big brown eyes. “we can play videogames!” he says trying to make you get your hand out of his pants but you shake your head. “i wanna play with you instead” 

boy would melt

painfully shy (and hard)

because you it all happened so fast??

the two of you were chilling, everything quiet and peaceful and before he knows it you’re jerking him off vigorously

he covers his face with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance of your pretty face from inbetween his fingers as you give him a handjob

you’d be too focused watching his face as almost falling asleep not noticing the boy squirming around 

until you hear

“h-hghnn...”

thats his cumming sounds btw HAHSHAH IF I WASNT CLEAR ENOUGH

jesus i cant write reactions for shit BUT THEY SEEM TO BE REALLY APPRECIATED SO YEAH!

I have 2 more of these coming up oh and also remember that this is legit word vomit SO ITS NOT PROOF READ AND UHM... i’ll try to do the two other ones this week heheh ^^

[etherealluminescence]

Brothers + the now dateables with an MC who just can’t remember names that are like three syllables or more so they just refer to everyone by their nicknames. The mc is still new and does it and when someone says anything they’re just like “it’s your fault for having a long ass name”

I finally return to writing headcanons wow that only took me a year am I right? Ahahaha I had nearly 200 followers and I’m laughing cause I’m slowly watching them leave me. 😎😭

Jokes aside I’m doing MUCH better after resting for a long time. Mentally and physically! So here you go.

Warning LONG aha aha 🥺😭 I feel like this is shorter than my usual ones. I got to get the hang of it again.

Brothers + Dateables with a GN!MC who can’t remember long names HC

Lucifer

When you were summoned to the devildom, you were pretty confused and filled with a lot of questions. Naturally, you’d refer to the people you were calling out to by name, but for some reason you just couldn’t remember them.

You finally found Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos in the hallways, and approached them to ask a question. You forgot their whole names, but figured since you’ve got the first parts of each, that was good enough.

“Ah Luci, about the tasks for this week, what exactly does this part mean? And Dia, when do you want my report?” You asked them.

Lucifer was pretty mortified. He was also pissed. Did you just call him Luci? And more importantly, did you just cal THE lord Diavolo some kind of stupid nickname?

Diavolo on the other hand was laughing at the nickname you gave Lucifer. You were being scolded by Lucifer, and Diavolo was about to pipe in before you said, “It’s not my fault you have a long ass name, like damn, I could write the entire report by the time I finish saying your name.”

Lucifer is really angry at your behaviour at first but since Diavolo is fine with it... and then he soon realizes you literally can’t remember any of his brothers names with more than three syllables too.

He’ll probably try to give you food or drinks that help with your memory, and eventually finds you calling him Luci cute. Will immediately get angry if anyone else tries to call him that.

Mammon

Mammon was one of the first people you met, and one of the brother’s whose full name you can actually remember. He takes great pride in that!

His name was the first his human remembered and knows by heart! Of course! He is The Great Mammon.

Also kind of sad he doesn’t get a cute nickname! Please give him a cute nickname, he wants to feel special too, or very close to you, he craves contact and affection.

The first time he heard you refer to Lucifer as “Luci” he almost lost it. Thought you were going to die and tried to pick you up and run. So surprised when Lucifer only sighed, and responded to your question.

You had to explain to him you can’t remember names that are long, and his is one of the only so far you can remember. When you refer to Diavolo as “Dia” he just genuinely wonders how you do it, like aren’t you scared?

Well it’s not like it matters! You have The Great Mammon to protect ya’ AND you remember his name, it’s a win for him!

Leviathan

Originally Levi thought nothing of it when you referred to him as Levi, as that’s just what everyone else did. But then he started to notice you’d even refer to anime characters or idols as shortened nicknames.

You could pronounce Ruri easily, so he didn’t notice at first since Ruri was all he talked about, but when he said “Azuki” you kept calling her “Azu” or “Zuki”. He wondered why that was an asked.

You explain to him you just can’t remember “long ass fucking names” and anything with three or more syllables was a chore to remember, so there’s no way you were going to remember Azu’s name.

Finds it kind of sad for you, and difficult to understand what character you’re talking about. One time you kept saying a character from “that one show” and kept pouting while Levi’s head was grinding 3000 gears cause there’s at LEAST 5 characters that start with “Saku” like are you saying Sakura? Which!?

Scared for your life when you refer to Lucifer or Diavolo by their shortened names. Surprised to find out you’re completely safe. Soon comes to a realization you’ll just never be able to remember almost anyone’s name, no matter how hard he tries.

He drills it into your head about a certain character will a three syllable name but after the six hours of listening you just... forgot. Like literally the show’s name has the character’s name in it and you just forgot. Cue Levi sighing and calling you a normie.

Satan

One of the lucky three people spared from you forgetting his name. He didn’t realize it at first since Mammon, Levi, and Beel were all their names or family nicknames.

And then it clicks when you called Lucifer by “Luci”, in front of everyone, at dinner. You just said “Luci please hand me the salt” and Satan stared at you wide eyed.

Were you taunting Lucifer, or did you just have a death wish? Wait neither? You mean THE prideful lucifer just handed you the salt without a retort, or question why you called him that?

Questions you later afterwards about what was up about it, and when you tell him you don’t remember “long ass fucking names” it sort of clicks. Still sort of surprised that Lucifer isn’t pissed at you.

Will research human memory because he doesn’t think it’s normal. Like you can remember words with more than three syllables, but why not names?

Will DEFINITELY make fun of Lucifer for it. “Oh, how was your day, Luci?” And will also flaunt about how you remember his name but not Lucifer’s.

Also, like Levi, kind of sad you don’t remember the name of his book characters and just call them by their physical traits because at that point he doesn’t even know who you could refer to by his thousands of book.

Asmodeus

Asmo finds the nicknames extremely adorable!! Probably makes it a trend on social media to start calling everyone you know cute nicknames.

He didn’t think much when you called him Asmo, but hearing you call Lucifer as Luci, Diavolo as Dia, and Barbatos as Barb or baby just had him smitten.

Definitely wants to use cute nicknames too, but Lucifer is threatening him. After finding out that you physically cannot remember names with three or more syllables, including Asmo’s full name, he feels kind of bad for you.

It must suck not to know the whole name of the world’s most beautiful man! And why he starts hearing you call Simeon “Simmie” or Solomon as “Solly” he definitely steals it and copies you.

Diavolo is happy too to have someone else call him by a casual nickname, and hopes it catches on, much to Lucifer’s dismay.

Will probably want you to call him something even cuter instead of Asmo, as your own special privilege, like “Azzy”. He gets to give you a cute nickname too, though.

Beelzebub

Beel didn’t really notice at first, until Asmo and Satan pointed it out. He asked you if you remembered his name, and you just gave him a blank look and said “Beel, I love you, but you have a long ass name, and that’s not my fault.”

He doesn’t really care though, since you still know his nickname! But he is kind of worried for your memory. Are you okay, can you still remember other words? Do you remember the names of his food orders?

Has introduced you to his gym friends but you for the life of you, cannot remember any of their names. Finds it sort of funny how you just remember them as “leg guy” or “treadmill user”.

If anyone gets mad at you for shortening their name he will stand up for you! Baby understands that you just have trouble with remembering, and will defend you.

Belphegor

Finds this shit fucking hilarious. He’s often called Belphie, which you remember, so it’s not like it applies to him that much.

Kinda pissy how you can remember Mammon’s full name and not his, but there are benefits. He starts calling Lucifer “Luci” from now on and taunts him for being weak to a human.

Finds it funny, too, how you just tell people “your name is too fucking long” and call them by their first syllable or something similar.

He’s not really concerned about why you can’t remember names, okay maybe at first, did he kill you too hard? No? Okay.

He probably thinks you’re like him, can’t be assed to remember people’s shit names at times and remembers them based off looks.

Sleepy baby just wants to nap with you, names aren’t important.

Diavolo

The prince of devildom is extremely powerful, frightening, and no one would dare look down on him. He’s always used to people being formal with him, or trying to get on his good side.

However, one day, this small weak little human came into his realm and didn’t even care to remember his name. It entertained him a whole lot to say the least.

Diavolo doesn’t have a lot of people who’d be casual with him, so hearing you call him “Dia” for the first time made him really happy! He would love to hear you say it more often, and to be super casual around him.

When Lucifer or Barbatos tried to correct you and tell you to use his whole name, you only responded with, “No one has time to say his whole ass fucking name. I’m just gonna call him Dia.”

He’s amused, it’s so daring and bold of you to say that to some of the most powerful demons. Of course, if they continue to pester you about it he would step in and tell them that’s it’s fine and he likes it.

Diavolo also finds it super funny how you can’t remember anyone’s names and just shortens them. He might start calling Lucifer “Luci” too!

Other demons probably look at you like you’re crazy, for addressing their demon lord that way.

Barbatos

Barbatos is pretty stoic, but whenever you call him “baby” you can see a faint blush on his face. He isn’t used to nicknames or affection, so when you give it to him, he’s unsure how to react a bit.

He already knew you couldn’t remember names, and would be fine with you calling him “Barb”, which you did in public. But when it was just you and him, or when you were with the others you’d call him “baby”.

“You have a long ass name so I’ll just call you baby. You’re cute like one. Not to mention, it sounds like Barbie which sounds like Barba- what was your name?”

He is pretty fine with it, except when you call Lord Diavolo just as “Dia”. It’d be fine in private or with the others, but did you really have to yell out “Dia” in front of a bunch of lesser demons?

Overall, he just doesn’t mind. Will probably give you a list or notebook of everyone’s names, and physical traits. In case you forgot who was who based off names again.

Solomon

Ah yes another exchange student! Hope he can get close to you. Okay, maybe calling him “Sol”, “Solo”, and “Solly” is a bit too close for someone you just met right?

When you explain how you just physically cannot remember names he kind of laughs at you and then realizes you’re serious. He knows some people have trouble remembering names, but wow, this was sort of unique. You can remember his first two syllables, why not just one more?

He gets used to it fairly quickly, though. Prefers if you call him “Solo” over the other nicknames, but finds it sort of cute when you call him “Solly” or “Sol”.

He will definitely use a nickname with you and call it a human thing, to try and make everyone else jealous.

The man with at least 5 60+ pact marks, the man who is an amazingly powerful sorcerer, the man who is labeled Devildom 2021’s “sketchiest” individual, is called “Solly”.

When he asked the reason to why you suggested Solly you just responded with “Reminds me of Sully from monsters inc”.

Simeon

Simeon is a really nice person so he first figures you’re just being really nice and want to give everyone nicknames! And then he soon realizes you literally just cannot remember names.

He finds it sad how you can’t remember the name of his characters, or how you’ll never actually remember his full name, but really finds it cute how you’ve given him a nickname!

You call him “Sim” or “Simmie” and he’s soft for it. Will probably give you a nickname like “my sheep” or “my lamb”. He’s silently hoping Luke too, will call him Simmie. He gives off the energy of a grandparent.

He will try his best to help you remember names, but he won’t try to force you to remember! If you can’t remember, you can’t. That’s completely fine. Don’t stress yourself about it.

Luke

He has a one syllable name, so he doesn’t experience this personally. But hearing you call Simeon “Simmie” or Solomon “Sol” makes him feel a little left out and confused.

Why do you call everyone by a nickname? He wants one too! He overhears you though one night. You were explaining to some demon whose name had like five syllables that you just can’t remember long names.

Oh! He’s suddenly really happy again. It means you know his name, and won’t forget it! Also feels sort of bad for Simeon and Solomon, since you’ll never remember their names.

Will be happy if you call him “Lukie” before realizing it makes him sound like a child.