#i just wanna hug him for eternity and tell him that everything will be okay :(

[melverie]

currently thinking about Satan in nightbringer vs in the original

thinking about how in nightbringer he's always outside HoL when he wants to be alone since the others are always in the library + they keep chaining him to his bed, so he most likely doesn't feel safe in his own room to begin with

how Asmo keeps trying to invade his personal space (asking to do his hair, nails etc.) and doesn't take the hint, and how Lucifer casted a spell on Satan so he physically could not leave his side for a while, and how he's never really allowed the time to properly work through his emotions

that dinner party where the others all started talking about the Celestial Realm until Satan eventually stormed off

the way he describes being in their presence as torture and refuses to see them as his brothers, yet he's instantly calm around MC because they treat him decently

how the others kept complaining over how the demons of the Devildom were treating them-how they were discriminated against because they're fallen angels-yet they keep on treating Satan, the only full-fledged demon of HoL, like some feral animal that has to be put down in two days

currently thinking about how the very first thing we learn about Satan in the original is that he masks his emotions

him saying that he loves to go on walks alone and how he gets to meet all kinds of different people that way

thinking about how he's usually in the library instead of his room

when they were all up in the human world and the other brothers were outside stargazing, meanwhile Satan stayed inside. And when asked about it by Lucifer, he claimed it was because he wanted to read before offhandedly mentioning that they're reminiscing about the Celestial Realm and he won't understand any of it anyway

he now gets along better with all of his brothers and yet, when the two of them got lost once, he told MC that there's no need to worry, because his brothers would come looking for them, making it a point to add that they wouldn't search for him

that time Satan ran away to the human world and Levi, Asmo (arguably the two brothers closest to him) and MC came to bring him back. How he started getting angry at one of their questions, so they opted for running away instead of even attempting to comfort him in any way

how his first response after Lucifer told him to leave HoL was to actually pack his things; how he was fully intent on leaving, and how when MC comes to check on him, he instantly tells them that his brothers would never stop him from leaving, that they think it's funny

the way he seemed genuienly surprised when MC accepted after he asked them out to the dance, and then admitting he actually thought that they wouldn't want to go with him

MC being his main source for comfort, and Satan even calling them his sanctuary. How before MC it was books and cats; his room being filled to the brim with books, to the point it's become a safety hazard, and him always carrying cat treats with him

currently thinking about how Satan's first instict whenever he gets angry is to isolate himself, if possible even lock himself up in his room for days on end and how his brothers don't seem to pay it much attention (Levi once said that they already had a shut-in, they don't need another one). And how he doesn't even necessarily need to give into his wrath, how simply getting worked up over something someone else said is enough for him to isolate himself

also thinking about the whole idea of 'you become the person that would have saved you when you were younger' and how Satan in the og game is literally so full of love and very kind, patient and compassionate when given the chance to fully be himself

[nothingbynova]

forever with him, luke castellan fanfic

summary: friends to lovers, sunshine and grumpy, apollo cabin main character <3

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s) : lots of plot, some cringey fluff, cute kissing moments & use of y/n

dedications: my bestfriend honeymoomin. i hope you enjoy reading, i love you minnie !!

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note: hii first time poster here but i’m so in love with luke fics so i wrote my own :)

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everyone at camp half blood knows that the apollo kids are an embodiment of sunshine and happiness. no matter what happens, they always find a reason to make those around them smile and laugh. people gravitate towards the positive energy that being an apollo kid has, and you are no different. even the angsty and moody kids seem to enjoy your presence. luke castellan is the most popular example of this.

the horn echoes in the distance as you wake up, kids slowly pile out of your cabin and walk down to the dining pavilion. mixed foods are spread out for everyone to grab and enjoy. you grab a few small items, fruit, yogurt and an apple juice before heading toward your respective table. 

all cabins have their own tables, and all cabin mates must eat with their siblings. every meal, everyday, forever until they grow up and leave. luke castellan does not follow this rule. 

his brown curls are messy and falling into his eyes, it’s obvious he didn’t sleep much the night before. he walks to grab a plate of mixed fruits and walks towards your table. chiron tried to take away dessert privileges the first few times it happened but luke didn’t care, he still wanted to sit with you. eventually it was a habit for both cabins, luke ate every meal with you instead.

“rough night?” you ask, smiling as he slips onto the bench seat beside you.

“yeah, the twins wouldn’t shut up..” he trails off, slowly piling his plate of breakfast down into his mouth. luke was the head counselor for hermes cabin, which means he didn’t get to sleep until everyone else was taken care of. 

“wanna come to mine and help me study?” you chirp up and turn to look at him, his focus is fixed on the table in front of you both. the ares kids are fighting over who has to scrub toilets after losing the capture of the flag. clarisse la rue, their head counselor is repetitively smacking one of the trouble boys on the head until he stops yelling.

“uhh maybe later? i have training duty today for the new group that showed up last week” luke replied without even turning to look at you. he continued eating his fruit and even continued onto eating some of yours as well. 

“oh it’s okay, i can just study with someone else today” you smiled at him and brushed off how different the rejection felt today. 

“okay, come find me before dinner?” luke asked as he stood up from the bench and grabbed his remaining fruit left on the plate. 

“of course!” you cheerly replied and turned to look up at luke as he hovered over you. he quickly wrapped an arm around your chest and hugged you from behind, kissing your temple before walking off toward the fire pit. every demi-god child has to offer food scraps to their parent, as a form of admiration and love. therefore, the fire pit burns every minute of every day, basically for the rest of eternity as long as camp half-blood stands alive.

and let's just say the flames weren’t the only thing burning bright red anymore.

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you decided to study with annabeth in the athena cabin since luke ditched you for counselor duties. nobody can compete with the smarts of an athena kid, but you were pretty damn close. 

annabeth was incredibly talented in basically everything, but she liked to study architecture specifically. she could ramble about the history and purpose of buildings for days. you on the other hand preferred the easier topics, like high school english and ancient greek history. 

“are you going to tell me what happened at breakfast this morning or not?” annabeth dropped her pencil down and looked straight at you. the burn of her stare was starting to become undeniable to acknowledge. 

“what are you talking about?” you sigh and glance up at her, before returning back to the textbook sitting in front of you. 

“are you seriously this clueless? luke kissed you this morning in front of everyone. you have no feelings about that?” her dead serious look made you feel slightly disoriented. you wait for a few seconds before replying back to her.

“he kissed my forehead, beth. it's not like we made out in front of the entire camp. and why exactly does this matter anyway?” you glare at her confused, squinting your eyes slightly and tilting your head in a questioned manner.

“you really are clueless, aren't you?” she took a deep breath and collected her belongings. “luke has had a crush on you for years, y/n” annabeth beams at you and then your wrist. a thin beaded best friend bracelet sat by itself. luke had made it for you after you arrived at camp, that being almost 6 years ago. he wore his matching one everyday, refusing to take it off even in combat.

“i’ll see you at dinner!” she gives you a quick side hug and then leaves you alone in the cabin to gather your thoughts and feelings. 

and staying with your feelings is exactly what you did. the rest of the day you couldn’t focus on anything but the conversation with annabeth. did luke actually like you back? and if so, how did she know before you did? everything was becoming so complicated and confusing now.

clarisse stopped you on your way toward the training fields, she wanted your help fixing up and decorating a chariot for the camp’s racing event tomorrow. you, being an apollo kid, couldn't possibly deny her request. the two of you worked together for a couple hours, mixing scraps and parts into useful weapons. after she saw how distracted you were when you began painting small hearts along the doors sides, she took a pause. normally this could have passed without question for the aphrodite cabin, but ares? absolutely not. 

“alright, who has you in a love spell y/n? i appreciate the help you know, but drawing hearts on my chariot won't go well with me or any of my siblings.” she questioned you, removing the small hand held paint brush from your grasp. 

“hmm? sorry i’ve got alot on my mind” you quickly replied, giving a sympathetic smile as blush crept onto your cheeks. clarisse looked at you for a moment, sighed, and then walked back toward her side of the cart. she threw the brush back into the pile of others before continuing whatever progress she has at making some wheels spin faster.

“the horn will sound for dinner here soon, you can leave now. thank you for the help” she yelped from beyond the chariot, smacking around parts of steel.

you close your eyes for a moment and deeply exhale. like clockwork the loud conch shell announced that it was time for all demi-god children to meet in the dining pavilion. a sudden wave of worry had overcome your mind and body. 

luke always sits with you and the rest of the apollo cabin. there was no possible way to ignore his actions, or ask him to sit with his own cabin mates. making the friendship awkward wasnt what you wanted to do. this was undeniably going to happen right now, you just needed to act calm and chill like always!

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you slowly make your way out of the forest with clouded thoughts and a funny feeling in your stomach. you meet with annabeth again as you walk past the athena cabin doors. 

“hi y/n, have you seen luke yet?” she smirks at you and wiggles her eyebrows. you stop in your tracks and turn to dead pan her. 

“please tell me you were joking earlier.” you say with a serious face, thinking there’s no possible way that THE luke castellan could ever possibly like you back. 

“wait do you not like him too? i only told you because me and percy were tired of the constant flirting and neither of you were making moves.” she stops beside you and looks at you with a confused face. her happy and fun aura has since fallen after your recent question.

“that’s the issue beth, i’ve been in love with him forever! i never in a million years thought that he could ever feel the same until now. he’s so nonchalant and only ever talks about hooking up with one of the ares kids. i didn’t think he would want someone completely opposite of his personality…” you continue to ramble on, but annabeth’s focus slowly leaves and shifts to something behind you. a pale tone overtook her face about halfway through your speech

“are you even listening to me anymore??? i'm sorry, forget it, i’ll see you at the campfire.” you begin to turn around only to be faced with none other than luke castellan himself. there’s an awkward moment of silence before he speaks up

“you’re in love with me?” he questions, a slight blush is noticeable all over his face. his hands are tucked away into his pockets nervously.

“no no it’s not like- well yes but i can explain, can we talk? alone maybe?” you try to reason with him while hinting toward annabeth to give the two of you some privacy. she kindly understands and smiles at you before walking away and down toward the pavilion. 

“we can talk on the way to my cabin, most of the kids are already sitting down for dinner so it should be empty this time around.” he offers you a smile and extends his hand towards you. without skipping a beat you lace your fingers into his and prepare to walk toward the hermes structure. the silence between you is oddly peaceful, luke’s always been really good at making people feel safe even in the most uncomfortable situations. his hands are warm and soft, his thumb is gently rubbing along your fingers as he guides the way. 

“i assume annabeth told you” he glances down at you and then back up toward the graveled path. his grip on your hand is strong, almost as if he would die if he let go.

“uh yeah, she did..” your throat is suddenly very dry and you begin to feel that funny feeling in your stomach again. 

“i can almost feel the nerves radiating off you, take a breath y/n.” he chuckles as he pulls you toward the hermes cabin doors. gently releasing your hand to open it and gesture for you to enter first. you awkwardly walk inside and head toward the corner where his bed sits. you take a seat on the edge of his bed and glance around as if it's your first time in here. even though you’ve been friends with luke for half a decade, the new found feelings are making you feel like it's your first time hanging out together. he closes the door and walks over to the bed, sitting next to you. his thighs are practically touching you, his hand brushes against yours everytime he tries to move. the tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a butterknife. 

“so do you wanna explain what i overheard you telling annabeth..?” he offers you the chance to talk first, but he doesn't look away from your guys feet on the floor in front of you.

“how much exactly did you hear?” you question him, turning to look him in the eyes. 

“would you be alarmed if i said everything?” he peels his eyes off the floor and glances down at you. his lips are pursed into a small smirk and there's a red tint that lies on his cheeks.

“oh great” you awkwardly laugh and place your head into your heads. luke carefully wraps his hands around yours, pulling them away from your face. he makes sure not to let go of them, as he places both of your guys hands into his lap.

“i like you, y/n. i’ve always liked you, i was just waiting for you to realize it…” his eyes are soft when you look into them. you can see as his eyes dart between your own and down to your lips. the room is suddenly hot, and you feel a gravitational pull toward luke. he must feel it too because within seconds both of you are leaning in. one of his hands comes up to hold your jaw. he’s pulling you into him, and quickly you are inches away from his face. there's a quick pause in his movement before he speaks up. “are you sure you wanna do this?” the gentle look in his gaze is the same he’s always given you. this whole time he was admiring you from afar, and you had no idea until this very moment.

a radiant smile overcomes your face, you nod your head and lean into him. luke’s other hand reaches up to hold the other side of your face. 

his lips finally meet yours, and the feeling can only be described as euphoric. you’ve dreamt of this happening for years and years, but nothing could compare to the real thing. his movements are gentle, guiding you through the moment. his lips are warm and welcoming. his hands move toward the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side and deepening the kiss. 

moments pass before you finally pull back, making an attempt at catching your breath. luke, refusing to let you go, happily places small kisses over your lips and cheeks. you throw your head backwards and giggle as luke wraps his arms around you. 

“i suppose this means you definitely like me too, right?” one of his hands is gently playing with the hair that frames your face, as the other is rubbing your back. “you’d be stupid to think otherwise, luke castellan.” you respond and smile, leaning into his soft touch. he takes this moment to kiss you once more before pulling you into his chest. the two of you sit there for a few moments, enjoying the moment. 

“we should probably go to dinner before chiron sends someone looking for us” he speaks and leans up. you follow his movements and nod your head slightly. luke stands to his feet and gives you his hand, pulling you to your own feet as well. he places one more kiss on your lips before guiding the both of you toward the cabin door. 

as usual he joins you and your siblings, the apollo cabin, for dinner. this night, he sits closer to you, holding your hand under the table and drawing small circles around your fingers. every now and again, you share a look and smile before returning to the conversion happening at the table. everything feels right, and you can't wait to spend forever with him.

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[spencersssockss]

Shaving

Summery: Spencer is exhausted after his first day back at work after being released from prison. You help him shave and comfort him.

Warnings: razor (being used to shave),post-prison Reid, nightmares, mention of bruises and cuts, fluff…

Word count: 700

Spencer was a mess when he came home from jail. Covered in cuts and bruises and heavy bags under his eyes. He was struggling, he was overjoyed to see you but so many things had changed about him.

Being in prison stripped him of his self, he couldn't function the way he could before. He had nightmares, he was paranoid, and he was overprotective of everything.

You understood him though, you knew it would take time, and you knew even with an eternity he wouldn't be the same. You just wanted him to be at peace again.

He was exhausted after his first day back at work, physically and mentally. He still had to shave as he still hadn't since he got home, but all he could do was sit in the corner of the bed in silence his head in his hands.

“I'm worried about you,” you say putting your book down and sitting beside him.

“I know,” he sighed placing his head on your shoulder.

“I know things are hard, but I can't help if you don't let me in,” you say grabbing his hand and holding it gently.

“I don't want you to know about the horrible things that happened, you wouldn't see me the same,” he mumbled turning his head from you.

Grabbing his chin and making him look into your eyes you say, “Nothing could change the way I feel about you, I love you, Spence, I just want you to be happy again.”His eyes threaten to spill tears making you hug him tightly.

“Here, I'll help you shave, just relax,” you say standing up from the bed taking his hand in yours, and walking to the bathroom.

“You don't have to,” Spencer frowned.

“I want to, I see you struggling to keep your eyes open, just let me,” you reply pushing some of his messy hair behind his ear.

“Okay,” he finally obliged sitting on the edge of the bathtub. You open a drawer, grab his razor and shaving cream, and sit in front of him on your knees.

“Ready?” you ask smiling at him.

“Yup,” he replied finally cracking a smile filling your heart with happiness. You squirted some of the shaving cream onto your hands and spread it across his face, grabbing the razor to begin.

The razor slid across his skin gently removing all his facial hairs from beneath it. “Am I doing okay?” you ask putting your hand on his thigh for balance.

“Yeah, it's perfect,” he smiled once again looking down at you. You finished shaving and pecked his lips gently, standing up rising out the razor, and putting it back in the drawer along with the shaving cream.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and turned off the bathroom light as the two of you walked back to the room to change and go to sleep.

You changed into your pajamas and so did he, the two of you climbing under the covers together as Spencer held you close in his arms.

“Do you wanna know the real reason I've been having trouble sleeping?” he asked making you turn around to look him in the eyes.

“If you are ready to tell me,” you say smiling softly as he grabbed your hand.

“I was scared you were going to leave, you know?” “cause I've been so distant and weird lately, when I'm with you I feel safer than I have in a while,” he said a stray tear falling down his cheek. “I didn't want you to leave,” he repeated letting more tears fall.

Your arms wrapped around him as you held him close, he cried softly into your shoulder making your heart shatter.

“Spencer, I'm always going to be here for you, I wouldn't ever leave you,” you answered rubbing his back soothingly.

“Promise?” he asked looking up at you with his tear-stained cheeks.

“Promise,” you answered, wrapping your arms back around him as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” he spoke gently.

“I love you too,” you cooed holding him close as he fell asleep.

[kairiscorner]

I absolutely LOVE your Miggy fics, they make me wanna tear the screen open and eat them

ANYWAYS, I was wondering if you could do a shy!reader and just a really cuddly Miguel? Like reader could come home from a bad day and Miguel just swoops them up and cuddles them on the couch or in bed. THANKS, UR THE BEST KAHSDGBKAJJJE

- The 🐢 anon

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

double feature 3: a big teddy bear of a man; cuddly miguel o'hara a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAA TY LOVELY, and no, YOU are the best <333 THIS IMAGINE IS SO LOVELY WTF, i wanna eat and marry it all at once. hoping u like this !!!!!

it was always a pain for you to think of conveniencing others, you learned how to live most of your life sneaking away from others and just dealing your problems all on your own; but when you'd come home to your partner, miguel, oh, he'd immediately offer his help and himself to all of you just to make your day a bit brighter. he isn't the smartest nor keenest when it comes to his own emotions and others' emotions—but he was always one to be concerned about practically everything about you if he found out something was bothering you or you weren't feeling alright. miguel knew that you had the tendency to shut people out or to shut yourself away from everyone else, but today, he was going to put an end to you brushing your problems under the rug. when he asked you when you got home how was work, and you took too long to answer him because you desperately wished to tell him the truth, you also didn't want him to worry and contemplated on the thought of lying to him about it.

he wasted no time and gently wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground effortlessly; you yelped in surprise, not expecting miguel to carry you all of a sudden. you told him to put you down, that it was okay, you totally didn't have one of the most exhausting days of your life at work—totally! but miguel wasn't buying it and gently set you down on the bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his sculpted arms around you again as if he knew you were going to escape him yet again. "mi tesoro... please look at me, amor." he begged of you in a soft voice, trying to hide the concern in his tone but failing miserably. you turned on your side to see his once hardened, distant expression transform into one of longing; his big, brown eyes brightening up as you did.

he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek and sighed. "if you're ever struggling, please just... don't be scared to tell me everything. i might not have all the solutions, but i want to be your refuge. can i maybe... hug the hurt, fatigue, sadness—all those negative, confusing feelings away? it's the least i can do for mi dulce amor." he mutters as he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers with you, moving in closer with you as his nose touches yours, his lips mere centimeters away from your own. you nodded and told him you'd try, and that he could touch you; with miguel, in his haste, pressing his lips against yours as he embraced your smaller frame. his lips lingered on your for a few more seconds, until he finally pulled away and held you tighter and closer. "i would stay like this with you forever, if the multiverse would only let me... i take away all that bad stuff you've had to deal with and just... make everything okay, not just feel okay. because i love you..." he told you as he kissed the tip of your nose and buried his face in the crook of your neck, relishing this moment with you, and savoring it even more as he felt your soft, littler hands around his waist. he tensed up at first, but succumbed to your touch and sighed, expressing in a million ways and touches that he truly loved you and wants nothing more than an eternity of peace and loving with you and only you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[truefant4sy]

EP 1: "you really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes" | the first episode of Sweet & Salty

the first episode to my new series 'sweet & salty' Centered around the Hulu show 'The bear.'

warnings: kinda fluff, a smidge of angst, a lot of nostalgia,kissing,almost smut

"shittt okay vee so either we go stupid and get 4lokos or we get some nasty ass bear and just chug that" i looked at my best friend awaiting her answer "um..be stupid and grab them damn 4lokos" vee laughed showing her pink braced teeth "okay I'll go grab some chips and shit. This is finna be our best movie night yet" i clapped my hands together and grabbed about 4 4lokos out of the cold liquor store freezer i look around the store for a minute then walked up to the counter "uh my friend is getting everything else can i just sit those here?" i asked the bored counter clerk he simply nodded and continued looking at the erotic magazine. 'Fucking cunt' i thought before walking over to the candy isle as i looked around i could feel a presence looming over me like the feeling you get when you teacher is standing over you during a test "damn can you mo-" i turned around and stopped my sentence "my bad..Jojo?" i eternally cringed at the high school nickname "hi carmen" i nodded trying to shake the awkwardness off "eh..how are you?" he asked me shifting from on foot on to the other "good. I uh went to New York and got my degree" i told him.

It was always easy to tell him everything "yeah? i went to New York last year" he smiled "yeah? i heard through the grapevine that you got yourself a restaurant" he rubbed at his face and nodded "i do" he said in a monotone voice. i wanted to bring up Mikey but i just decided against it "can i ask you something Jojo?" he looked at me waiting for me to say something "did you really get the uh..tattoo removed..like you said you would?" he asked me.

I said two years ago when i left for New York and said that i was gonna get the tattoo i got of his name removed and i did not do it whatsoever.

"no I didn't actually" I turned to the right and moved my hair to show him the small letter that began at the back of my ear and ended and the bottom of my neck "well that's good..You got something planned tonight?" he asked me before waving his hands "not that like I wanna come over or something like that" I laughed only laughed at him trying to explain it "yeah me and vee are having a sleep over slash movie night I guess since I'm back" I told him trying not to be so awkward "that sounds fun..I'm sorry I didn't call you- or try to" he looked down at the ground "it's fine Carmen I should have cut you off like that" he chuckled "it's fine i mean at least I'm still Carmel to you" he shrugged dramatically "yes you are" i smiled "uh..can I have your number?..to stay in contact of course" he asked before looking away once our eyes locked "yeah can i see your phone" i twisted my necklace 'stop doing that' i dropped my necklace.

he handed me his phone for me to type my number in I called my number to make sure it rung and it did "I'll save your number now" I told him as I pulled out my phone "you still have that photo?" he shook his head and smiled, I looked at my case and saw the collection of high school Polaroids I kept one of us doing nothing but just looking at each other "yeah I don't throw away shit" I said before saving his number "josie did you-" vee stopped in her tracks and sighed "well hi Carmel macchiato" she shook her head and laughed before giving him a quick side hug "hey vee" he said simply "still got your braces I see" he said sarcastically "shut up I'm getting them off next week dude" she rolled her green eyes "I'm just fucking with you" he said patting her shoulder "I know carm" she laughed "well hurry and grabbed some shit josie I wanna go watch that movie" she sighed and walked over to the counter.

"alright" I nodded "you should the nerd's ropes" carmen stated "yeah? okay then" I grabbed the nerd's ropes and looked at them they did seem good "and um get chocolate too because too much fruit flavored candy makes you-" I interrupted him "throw up? I know carmen" I laughed and grabbed some twixs and snickers "alright well I'll call you tonight if that's okay?" he asked me running a hand thru his wild curly hair "yeah of course" he nodded and walked to the back of the store to grab a drink "bye Jojo" he looked at him from over his should "bye carm"

My fucking stomach hurts and I now remember every reason why I don't fucking drink 4lokos anymore because my god.

Vee was in the bathroom throwing up everything she ate and drunk today, and I sat there trying not fucking cry from how much my stomach was killing me "Vierra? Vee?" I called to her trying to see if she was okay thru my own pain "yes" she said weakly "I stood up and walked over to the bathroom to see her resting her blonde head on the side on my tub "I have clothes just shower and ill uh..door dash or something" I said still clenching at my stomach "no..I don't want door dash" she replied drunkly "I want you to get your boyfriend carmen over here so he can cook" she burped "carmen isn't and wasn't my boyfriend Vierra" I shook my head at what she had said.

He was my best friend "Fuck you. Just get that man over here because I'm fucking hungry Josephine" I nodded and walked over to my dresser to grab her some clothes "okay ill call him just please shower" I helped her get up and get undressed before I ran her a bath making sure to some of those calming bath salts that I bought last week.

After I got her into the bath I stepped out at plopped down on my bed before grabbing the painkillers in my night stand and popping two of them into my mouth and chasing it with a water 'call carmen' I groaned and listened to my head before picking up my phone at first my thumb just hovered over his name in my phone "fuck it" I pressed the button and waited for him to pick him which wasn't a long wait "Josephine?" his voice was deep and soft "I'm sorry were you uh sleeping?" I asked him knowing the answer considering that it was 12:52 "kinda. Whatcha need?" he asked me and I kind of hesitated "um could you come over and make something to eat for me and vee, she specifically asked for to cook" I told him my leg bouncing with anxiety "yeah. I can" he said groaning "okay. I'll send you, my address."

It wasn't long before he was knocking at the door of my apartment I got up from the bed and opened the door "hi josie" he looked so tired 'and so fine' I shook my head at stepped aside to let him in "I'm sorry to wa-" I tried to apologize but he interrupted me "it's fine. I rather it be you anyways" he groaned and ran his hand thru his hair again "what does she want to eat?" he asked me while he looked around my kitchen pulling out pots and pans "chicken alfredo" I leaned against the island in my kitchen he nodded "josie? is your boyfriend here?" a drunk Vierra called out of my bedroom "vee yes he's here and he's not boyfriend" I sighed and carmen only scratched his head I took a seat in the barstool at my island and just watched him.

"you just gonna stare or are you gonna tell me about New York?" he was going back in forth from my fridge to the stove to the cabinet cooking away "well if you don't mind I'm gonna do both" I giggled 'like a damn school girl' I shook my head "well uh in New York I ate a shit ton of food and the people aren't that bad" I scratched my head "yeah? what all did you eat?" he asked me as he added a stick of butter to a pan "everything. Like I basically ate at every fucking restaurant I could find" I laughed "still got a huge ass appetite I see" he shook he head and turned around to give me a quick smile 'that was cute' "yes that was" "hm?" he looked at me "I said yes I do. I'm a hungry whore..like the game hungry hippo but sluttier" he shook his head and put his hands on his hips "gotta be nicer to yourself" I rolled my eyes at his words "Josephine."

I threw my hands up " okay I'm gonna be nicer to myself carmen" I stuck my tongue out at him "now. Where's your pasta?" he asked me still stirring and picking stuff in a skillet "in the last cabinet to the left he opened the cabinet and looked at me "only 3 packs josie? I should be ashamed" when he said that I remembered Michael saying the same thing 2 years back before I left for New York "uh carmen...I'm really sorry about Mikey" I sighed "it's fine."

he said quickly and bluntly "is the food done yet?" Vierra shouted from my room "no vee not yet" carmen shouted back "can you pull out some plates Jojo?" he asked me still focused on the stove and making sure the pasta didn't over boil "..yes chef" I stood up from the stool and made my way over to the dishwasher were I pulled out a few heart shaped plates "that's cute" he said looking at the plates "I know right?" I replied back "oh uh..could I see your room...? because I uh remembered how narly your bedroom was when we were kids so I just thought it would y'know still be uh..cool" he ran his hand through his hair "yeah. It's still narly probably even more narly because I got my own money to puy any decoration I want" he laughed "yeah your apartment is cute" stirred the pot again as he complimented me "aw your sweet carmy that's why I call you Carmel" he laughed.

Finally the food was done and Vierra ate that shit down "this is why we love carmen right josie?" she wiped her mouth after eating her 3 plate "mhm" I only nodded my head to what she said "bye" vee got up from her seat at my island and went back into my room "well at least she's happy" carmen joked as I stood up to put the dishes in the sink "do you uh..want me to go or?" he asked me at he rested his chin the palm of his hand "no. I mean you should stay" he nodded.

We sat in silence for a bit, "you know what? last week when I had gone to that same liquor store guess who I saw" carmen looked at me "uh who?" I asked "Claire" I rolled my eyes at his answer "you know I don't her." I rolled my eyes again "can I ask why?" he tilted his head in a boyish manner "yes because she was a fucking bully, so I punched in her stupid fucking face. Shes still one of those manic pixie dream girls" he nodded "that was funny" he laughed.

"wanna go sit on the couch?" I asked him as I stood up stretching my body 'those stools hurt.' carmen nodded and walked behind her they both plopped down on the couch and just sat there again in silence to take in each other's presence "legs?" carmen looked at me "legs." I nodded and put my legs in his lap like how we did when we were just high school students, we always said it like that "I really fucking missed you carmy" she admitted to him he only nodded his head in agreement "why did we even stop talking?" carmen asked his eyes staring holes through me "you blew up at me the week before I was supposed to leave for New York..so I just thought that the end" I admitted to him 'why the fuck am I telling him everything' "I didn't mean to. I was just-" he gave up on his sentenced and just sighed "it's fine. We're over that now, right?" I asked him softly putting a comforting hand on his should "right." he nodded.

"My mom asked about you." I told him as I traced little shapes onto his skin "she did? what did she say?" he asked his head back on the couch, his eyes closed in a relaxed manner "Just the usual like 'what happened to carmen?' and 'where's carmen?' " I told him giggling at my mom's nosiness he laughed, as he laughed, I just stared at him.

I kind of forgot how..pretty he was in a weird way, like he was pretty but in a manly sense and handsome in a chaotic way his hair crazy his eyes stared holes through my soul when he would look at me his random tattoos the littered his skin his chaotic-ness never failed to calm me at the worst moments even when he made me cry I could never blame him.

"weird question." i said he opened one eye and looked at me "yeah?" he waited for me to ask "can i uh..kiss you? sorry if thats weird" i blurted out quietly making sure I didn't wake up vierra "no its not weird. And uh yeah" his head lifted from the couch as my hand held his cheek his eyes closed for a second as if he was embracing the feeling of my skin on his all over again I leaned in our foreheads just touching the tips of our noses brushing against each other with each breath, his nose and skin were always cold 'just kiss' I listened to the small voice in my head and kissed him and the feeling was intensified by a thousand.

I never knew it was possible to miss a person this much as I missed how his lips felt on mine. When we were in high school we only ever kissed once as a joke but this time was, weirdly real and love filled I guess I just knew I did want it to end My hands ran through his hair "fuck" he murmured softly into my mouth this wasn't how I planned to spend my first week back in Chicago at all but his chaotic-ness always went with my straight forward plans which was why we were such good friends in high school but instead I was the chaotic one and he was the straight forward planned one 'the roles always switch with him'.

His tongue wrapped my very own making my body quiver his hands held my back as he softly pushed me down onto my light pink sofa he didn't break the kiss as he got onto the sofa more his arms now on both sides of my head, he softly grabbed my legs and put them on his waist as a sign for me to wrap them around his waist he softly pulled away "is this okay?" he asked me his forehead still against mine I nodded he kissed me a few more times before going to my neck kissing and biting at the brown flesh making me cover my mouth so I could keep quiet 'you went 2 years without sex by the way' the same small voice reminded me in my head, he lifted my shirt up and began to kiss my stomach making my eyes flutter "god save me." I muttered under my breath as he looked up at me as if he wanted approval.

My hands grabbed at his hair his kisses got slower and lower then by bedroom door sung open "have you guys-" Vierra stopped in the door way making carmen sit up and pull my shirt down "oh uh fuck my bad" Vierra awkwardly turned around and went back into my room "well fuck." carmen groaned and rubbed his face "I should get going" he stood up and grabbed his phone and keys "alright" I stood up with him and opened the door, before he walked out he kind of just stopped "I missed you too" he said in a quiet voice "I know you did." I said sarcastically making him roll his eyes before he walked out of the door, he hugged me. Giving me the biggest bear hug ever and he smelled great "see you later Josephine" he let go of me "see you later carmy and text me when you get home okay?" he smiled and nodded and before I knew it, he was in the elevator on his was down to the lobby. I closed my door and locked it.

And there he was again, already back in my life changing the course of everything once again.

[odetodilfs]

omg thank u for doing my request (the sza song)🫶🫶🫶. i loved it.

do u think u could do like a part 2? kinda. based on the same song but a different section of the lyrics. the lyrics are

‘Just tryna be your everything

Main one ridin'

How you frontin' on me and I'm the main one tryin'?

How you blame it on me and you the main one lyin'?

How you threatenin' to leave and I'm the main one cryin'?

I can't lose when I'm with you (Like you, like you)

How can I snooze and miss the moment? (Like you)

You just too important

Nobody do body like you do’

if you do decide to do this i was thinking it could be a part 2 and be what happens when javi and reader actually go out on their public date. this part of the song is more angst tho so if u follow the song it wouldn’t be as fluffy.

again thank u for doing my first request 🫶

I try to make an effort

Heyyy!! I loved writing this part 2!! It's my first time writing angst though, so my apologies if it's not good enough!

Pairing: Javier Peña x m!reader

Warnings: F slur in spanish, NSFW mentions

Pure angst and fluff but ending is mentioning NSFW Link to part one

Spanish spoken so translations are at the bottom!!

It had been a week by now and Javi’s eye had almost fully recovered, yet he had been showing less affection to you, you noticed he was no longer as clingy and complimenting you that much, in general: it felt like he didn’t love you anymore. “Mi amor, have you booked the table at the restaurant?” you asked him, you wanted him to say yes but he just said, “Sorry, uh- I’ll do it later okay?” he said as he returned back to his police business, you stormed off the room and started to sob on the way to your room. Javier had honestly been a bit of a dick to you all week and this was just the outbreak of your rage, you lay in bed and hugged the pillow as you started to cry, but not before making the door slam loudly. You waited for what felt like an eternity but Javier still didn’t come: you were convinced he didn’t care about you anymore. You really did try to be the perfect boyfriend for him, you tried to have his clothes always carefully laid out for the next day. He had also started being distant towards you then when you pointed it out he always would say how he was just stressed and that you were overexaggerating everything, that he was okay.

You kept thinking about all the sweet memories you two had until the doorknob turned, “Mi amor...” he said, sitting on the bed with you, “Go away, please, I know you don’t want to be near me,” you said

“No, I want to be close to you-” he started telling you “You don’t you keep saying I exaggerate when I worry about you, I keep trying to be perfect for you and this week you’ve done nothing but ignore me, if you don’t want me anymore that’s fine!! I can just get another man” you shouted, Javier stood up, “Si piensas que soy así de reemplazable, no te equivocas” he said, walking out of the room. 

You felt guilty, you had been way overboard with this one, with that last comment, you were considering letting him go, that comment clearly hurt him, of course it did, he had been living on just hookups for years, countless women comparing him to other men they’d slept with, you fucked it up big time. But you had to try something, he was too important for you, you loved him too much. So you stood up and got out of the room to try and find him.

You found him in the living room, tears down his face as well, “You don’t need to apologize” he said, “I do, I’m just… I just wanna know why you suddenly grew so distant from me, Javier, I love you more than anything in the world” you said, “If you really want to know, then let me tell you” he started, “I was just speaking with a bunch of colleagues the other day and talked about women, and obviously since I’ve dated you I’ve been quiet on that topic, so one of them nudged me and said, “Oye Javier, ya no hablas tanto de mujeres, ¿te nos volviste maricón?” and so I just have been feeling so paranoid, I’m sorry, I realize I should’ve told you” he apologized profusely.

You went in and kissed him tenderly on the lips, both of you spilling even more tears, “Oh Javier, that must’ve been so hard, I get what you did now,” you held him to you, “I’m so fucking sorry” he said, crying and holding your face in his hands,

“I just wanted to say, you’re not replaceable” you said, “I don’t know how I could live without looking at those pretty eyes of yours every day, or the way you hug me from behind when I’m doing anything” you said as you held his hand, “Te amo, Javier, más que nada en el mundo” you said as you kissed him again, 

“Yo también te adoro” he said as he kissed you sweetly then picked up the telephone, “What are you doing?” you asked, “Booking the table, for tonight” he said, you felt immense happiness wash over you, he started speaking, “Hola, si, buenas tardes” he greeted, then waited for an answer, “Llamo para una reserva para dos, a nombre de Javier” he explained, “Ah okay, muchas gracias, ahí estaremos, adiós” he hung up, “We’ve got ourselves a table at 8pm” he said excitedly, “That 's… in half an hour!” you exclaimed, “Take your time baby, make yourself look pretty, not that there’s much of an effort to be put, you fine ass man” he complimented you and kissed you on the lips, you both when in the room to change, goddamn it, if you didn’t have the date you would’ve pleasured this man so good.

You were both a little late to the restaurant but it wasn’t too late, so they still let you in, you noticed a lot of couples, and the fact that it looked more like a bar, there were lots of men and women sat together in pairs… hold the fuck up… had Javier taken you to a gay bar? “¿Amor, es esto un…?” he nodded with a smile and you immediately went in and kissed him, in front of everyone, you didn’t care, in fact, one or two couples smiled as they saw you kissing, they were happy to see more like them. You were sure a lot of people were wondering why Agent Peña was in a gay bar kissing you, but you figured they’d let it pass as he’s obviously not gonna give them away. You sat down on a table and a waiter took your order, he held your hand and looked you in the eye, “¿Te gusta mi amor?” he asked with a smile across his eyes, “I love it, Javier” you squeezed his hand, “I know you don’t want me to risk myself, so I went ahead and looked for places like this, we can love each other freely here” he said, “Gracias, de verdad” you smiled, “It’s nothing my love, and the fun doesn’t end here, just wait till we go home after dinner, you’re gonna have a very good time before we sleep” he smirked. This was definitely getting better, and you couldn’t be happier than now, he was the one for you, and no matter how many risks that implied, you were going to stick with him till the end.

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Translations:

"Si crees que soy así de reemplazable, no te equivocas" - "If you think I'm that replaceable, you're not wrong"

“Oye Javier, ya no hablas tanto de mujeres, ¿te nos volviste maricón?” - "Hey Javier, you don't talk much about women anymore- did you turn into a (f slur)?"

"Te amo Javier, mas que nada en el mundo" - "I love you Javier, more than anything in the world"

"Yo también te adoro" - "I adore you too" “Hola, si, buenas tardes” - "Hello, good afternoon" “Llamo para una reserva para dos, a nombre de Javier” - "I'm calling to reserve a table for 2 for Javier" “Ah okay, muchas gracias, ahí estaremos, adiós” - "Okay, thanks, we'll be there, goodbye" ¿Amor, esto es un...?" - "My love... is this a...?"

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Hey sweets✨

Got a request with Steve Harrington. Based on the song shoutout by izzamuzzic, Julien Marchal..

So let's say, reader is Steve's best friend but she has feelings for him. After everything that happened with the mind flayer (s3), they get even closer.

When he's having nightmares, she's always there to hug him and calm him down. When he's hurt, she would ditch everything to be there. When he feels like he needs to cry and have a break down , she always tell him that it's okay, like she's giving him permission and he immediately burst out, hiding his face in her neck. He slowly fall in love with her without to realize.

After he gets better, he starts talking about Nance and how much he misses her, all the time. The reader swallows and swallows till one day, she tells him to shut up and confesses her feelings. They get distant.

And then Vecna appears. Before their last fight with him, reader sits with Steve and apologize for being distant, him confessing he missed her. Inside, he always knew he feels something for her but he'd brush it off. So, He tells Nancy about his dream and flirts with her, in front of the reader while being in the upside down.

At the end he realizes that, that something he felt for her.. is love. When Vecna's tentacles squeezes their necks, having them against the walls, making it hard to breathe (the scene from the last episode), he doesn't give a shit about his self or Nancy but the reader, afraid of losing her, watching her strangle on the other wall in front of him. He tries to reach her but fail.

Anyways at the end he grabs her and kisses her hard in front of everyone, confessing abt the moment he realized✨

(bonus: Eddie approaching the reader bc he likes her, her trying to move on from Steve, getting closer to the metalhead. Steve being jealous.)

Thank you boo

Ofc babe!

Steve Harrington x Reader

'She loved him, but he loved someone else's

"Yn?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked. The voice sounded scared, that only made your heart ache.

"I'm on my way Steve," you reply and ignore his protests of just hearing your voice would be fine. You throw on a hoodie and grab your keys.

It wasn't a long drive, like three miles. He was fairly close compared to everyone else. They still weren't very far.

After what felt like eternity, but was only a few minutes, you pull into the driveway of your best friends house.

You quickly park and run in to comfort steve. He was either having Nancy issues or a nightmare. You hated how you hoped it was nancy.

"Steve, it's me." You open the door and quickly make your way upstairs. You open Steves door and find him curled into a ball next to his headboard, you can see the way his body shakes.

"Yn?" He whispers and you get a glimpse of his tear stained cheeks as he lifts his head up.

You waist no time climbing into bed with him, he instinctively wraps his arms around your waist as you sit against the head board and pull him into your lap.

"You wanna tell me about it?" You whisper. Steve shakes his head and you play with his hair as he cries softly into your chest.

Steve doesn't say anything for a while, he just enjoys not being alone. He wished you would agree to move in with him, he really wished you would agree to that. He loved being in your presence, if always made everything better.

"Steve, please tell me what this one was about," you ask. Speaking about it always made him feel better, after he got done with the excess tears and fears.

"It was horrible," he whispers, "absolutely horrible. The mind flayer, he was back. And he took you and, and he took Dustin, I couldn't save you, I couldn't," Steve whimpers into your chest.

You wrap your arms around him even tighter. You wouldn't let anyone hurt him, no matter what it did to you or what it cost. You would protect steve.

This was how you both fell asleep, Steve curled into your chest, and you keeping him wrapped close. It was as platonic as Steve and Robin were, but you loved steve. But Steve loved nancy.

The next morning, Steve feels like shit. He doesn't want to leave bed, he has to. You both can't stay sleeping all day.

"Steve, if you want to stay in bed we can, I don't have work, and I can call Robin to cover for you, tell her to say you're sick," you say and Steve nods, still curled up into your body.

You sigh and dial Robin on the phone Steve put next to his bed, "Sorry, but I need you to cover for Steve, just say he's sick," you ask, Robin agrees and says Steve owes her big time for all of these covers she has to do.

If Steve grandma dies one more time, Keith said he needed a death certificate. You had already planned on changing the dates on your aunt's if you had to.

You hang up the phone and notice Steve's breathing is getting faster. You notice he sits up and you copy.

"It's okay, I'm here," you say as he closes his eyes. He doesn't even think twice before diving into you, he tucks his neck in your shoulder and let's out pitiful sobs.

You rub his back and hug him the best you can. This comfort you gave him was mediocre about best, it meant the world to Steve, however.

Little did Steve know, it meant the world to you to.

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This was all bullshit. Steve and Nancy were back again, and all Steve did was talk about her.

You hoped they were happy, you hoped Nancy was happy. She did have the man that you had lost so much sleep, drove in the middle of the night, been by his side when he cried about her, and did so much else to fix.

You were the sole reason that Steve Harrington was able to function. You were only reason he had the strength to get up each day. You helped him get that strength. You held him while he had breakdowns as all hours of the night. You, not Nancy.

"I think I love her," Steve tells you. He had wondered why you were so distant, he didn't like missing your presence.

"Why are you so distant? Did I do something?" Steve asks and grabs your wrist while looking at you. Did he do something, or worse, had he not noticed you were going through something?

"I'm sorry, just not feeling the greatest. Anxiety has been killing me," you apologize. That was mostly true. You were sorry for being distant. You had to be there for him, but not anymore. Steve had recovered.

"Oh, im sorry, you know you can call me. Day of night. In really glad I didn't do something, I missed you," he reminds and you smile as he drops you off. You opened the door and stoped out, waving to the man you loved. He waved back and smiled, it was a shame he loved someone else. It really was.

The next day there were issues. All Steve had done was tell you all about Nancy wheeler. The very girl you would die a thousand painful deaths to be, even if it was just for one day.

"Shut up about fucking Nancy Wheeler," you blow up after all this time of swallowing how you felt. Steve looks shocked as you stormed out to your car.

Steve felt heart broken, and he didn't know why. He assumed that was what happened if your best friend was mad at you.

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This was the most time you had spent with Steve in ages.

And you were being strangled. Of course you were. You gasped for air as you were lifted up by vecnas tentacles, or vines. Whatever, it didn't matter.

"Yn," Steve gasps his mind racing. He saw the way you struggled and he forgot about everything else, all he could think about was how he couldn't live without you.

All of those weeks, months, since you blew up about Nancy, he had felt something change. The live he felt disappeared, and in that moment Steve realized he wasn't in live with Nancy; he was in love with you.

Something happens, Steve doesn't know what, and the vines fall. Steve gasps for air before running to you. He pulls you in for a hug, before pulling back and kissing you.

He didn't give a flying fuck about Nancy or Robin watching him. He only cared about you.

"Took you lone enough," Robin says as you both disconnect your lips. You almost laugh, you would have if you hadn't remembered where you were, and why you were there.

"I love you and I'm sorry," Steve blurts and you smile before kissing him again.

"It took you long enough, I love you to and always have," you say and Robin laughs. The only person who hadn't known was Steve, well you didn't know he loved you.

But everything would be okay know, that was only a little true.

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Requests are open, my pinned post has all of the people and fandoms I wrote for!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Secretly Dating

UNEDITED

"Hey, (Y/N)!" I turn around and smiled at one of my best friends, Addison. "Hey, what's up?" "Nothing, it's just that Bree is hanging with Bonzo and I wanted to know if you wanted me to walk you to your next class?" "Sure, why not?" I close my locker and started walking with Addison.

     "So, who's that relationship with Zed?" I asked poking and prodding at the side of her stomach. "He's...great." I give her the eye, and she instantly gives in. "Alright, he's aMAZING." She says, rambling on and on, and I smile up at her, loving that she's happy with Zed. "But enough about me and Zed, how about you? What have you been up to?" She said, not being the one to poke and prod at my side.

     "I've been thinking about the Werewolves and I just want to know more about them, and where they came from, and if they like Fro-Yo." She was about to say something, but someone walked up to us, but I didn't realize and had accidentally bumped into them only dropping my pencil case, thankfully. "Speak of the Werewolf." She said, standing off to the side. "Hey." He said, as I said a weak, 'hey,' back to him. "Hey, wanna go out on a date tonight?" Wyatt whispered to me. "I would love to." I said, putting my hand on top of his, to calm him. "Great. Meet me outside of the den at night, tonight okay?" I nod, "I'll be there." I said, as Wyatt walked away and turned a corner. "Wait, are you guys? Like is this real? Like it's official?" I shake my head with a smile, bring my pencil case and notebook to my chest. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." "Thank yo-." "And Bree." "Fine, but no mor-." "And maybe Bonzo?"I roll my eyes, walking to my classroom, that to my knowledge had already started.

I quickly, and quietly close the door to Zeds house as I walk to the wolfs den. I'm staying at Zed's because his dad, took me in and raised me like there own child. And I'm eternally great full for everything they've done for me, and will forever be in there debt. But as I thought I hadn't even realized that I was already at the den and sat on a rock waiting for Wyatt.

     He was talking a little bit, so I just pondered to myself, not hearing the crunching and crumpling of leaves from behind me, until Wyatt, came around and hugged me tight, causing me to squeal. "Wyatt!" "I'm sorry, but if you're going to sit there and expect me NOT to scare you, you must be crazy." I roll my eyes playfully, and hit his shoulder. "Follow me." I followed him and he had set up some candles, and a blanket with a basket in the middle. It was small, but it definitely meant a lot to me.

     "Wyatt, it's amazing! I love this!" I said hugging him tightly, before looking back at it. "Let's go enjoy it." He said with a kiss to my forehead and led me over to the blanket. After a bit of eating some good food and enjoying each other's company, I decided to break the silence. "This was amazing, thank you for doing this for me, Wy." "You don't need to thank me, that's why partners are for. And I love you, Pip." "I love you too. I just wish we could tell everyone so we could just maybe unite everyone in Seabrook, you know?" I looked at him and he nodded, holding my hand, rubbing his thumbing over my knuckles.

     We're back watching the stars in silence, until I felt Wyatt tug on my hand and I looked at him, to see his twin sister, Willa pull him away from me and my grasp. "Willa, stop!" Wyatt exclaimed at his sister, as I tried to grab him, only to be pulled apart, by Zed. "Zed, please!" I said to him, feeling the tears brimming my lower eyelid. "You shouldn't be hanging around him." He said as my tears trickled down my face. Wyatt managed to break away from Willa, and Wyatt came over to grab me and tried to cheer me up.

     I refused to look at Zed, Willa and even Addison. I only wanted look at Wyatt, right now. Considering I could lose him right about now. "Guys, just, look they like each other, okay? Love each other, for that matter. And if you guys still want to separate each other from one another, then you must be the real monster here."

     "Thank you, Addison. Really." Wyatt said to Addison, and I figured I had to say something to Zed, so I backed up from Wyatt to say something. "Zed, my love for Wyatt, is no different from your love with Addi. Inseparable. Please don't try and separate me and Wyatt, I don't want to lose him." I said gradually, making my way towards him grabbing his hands, he eventually nodded. "I won't, I'm glad you're happy, and I promise, I won't get in the way. Unless I have to." He said giving Wyatt the eye over my shoulder, I nudge him and give him a hug.

     Wyatt goes over to his sister, the only one that hasn't accepted our relationship. "I'm still not happy about this." I walk up to Wyatt, and hold his hand. "Fine, I accept to two of you, but if you hurt him you are going to have another thing coming-." "Oookay, Willa time for us to go home." He said grabbing Willa and bringing her home, waving goodbye to me.

     The next day, Wyatt met me at my house and walked us both to school, hand in hand. As we walked in, you could see people eyeing us and gossiping, didn't even try to hid it, but it's not like we cared. I walked to my locker and opened it. "You know, since yesterday we can handle anything coming our way right, no matter it's size, shape or form. Nothing stands in our way." "I couldn't have said it any better myself." I smiled as he pulled me in for the most powerful kiss he could give. "I love you with all my heart, Wyatt Lykensen."

"I love you to the moon and back, (Y/N) (L/N)....pun intended."

[skzddicted]

Hellaur, this is my first ever request. Can you write a fic about bangchan/ han jisung/ Minho/ changbin comforting sad/hopeless reader? Im having a very hard time keeping up my grades, I've been studying for 14 hrs everyday just to ruin my most important exam. All my friends seem to do well when they're not even working as hard as me. I'm ready to study more but I keep losing hope. Idk what to do, I'm losing hope for getting into my dream University T T. Thank you so much bestie, for listening to me.

hii love i’m SO so sorry this took ages i rewrote this so many times with so many different scenarios until i was able to decide on one,,,i hope you enjoy this!! also about your exams, i can’t quite say i’ve been in your place but i can imagine what it’s like,,, maybe try to give your brain a break instead of studying even harder bcs sometimes that just exhausts you and you’ll burn out and this won’t do you any good!! please take care of yourself and i’ll be rooting for you, you can make it!!♡

[1:05pm]

genre: hs au, comfort

warnings: failure (not sure if i should put this here but just in case), use of “baby” platonically

minho+3racha x reader (friendgroup/platonic)

pls reblog if you enjoyed!!<3

the hallways were full of students with various emotions displayed on their faces. 

some were jumping up and down and cheering excitedly, while, oppositely, some others looked upset and confused, a few were crying even, and some just looked like they simply did not care.

it was results day for the midterm exams you took two weeks ago.

your friends minho, chan, changbin and jisung had already checked their results on the board that was hung up and were now gathered in front of the main entrance, waiting for you to come out; however, you were a nervous wreck in the restroom trying to calm down and build up the courage to go and look at your results, trying to convince yourself that it can’t be that bad.

after what felt like an eternity of deep breaths and positive affirming, you stepped out into the crowded hallways, making your way to the boards. as soon as you got to them you started searching for your name.

and that’s when your heart dropped.

oh.

it was even worse than you had expected…?

you were on the verge of tears, hopelessness creeping up on you. you had done everything you could and yet it was still not enough. so many people who were putting less effort than you were doing much better, so why was it so hard for you? 

with your head hung low, you started walking towards the exit wanting to do nothing but to go home and drown in your tears right now. well, that was until you heard your name being called as you were walking out of the building. 

looking up you could see jisung, one of your best friends, practically running towards you, the rest of your friends following suit behind him.

“y/n, i passed!” he nearly yelled in your ears, while shaking you by your shoulders.

"congrats, ji” you sent him a small smile; you were genuinely happy for him but your own grades were making it hard for you to match his excitement.

multiple ‘hey’s’ from the other three boys sounded as they got closer, making you lift your hand for a little wave in response, “hi.”. and even through just a little greeting, they could already tell your mood was off.

“y/n what’s wrong? is it your results?” minho was the first one to ask, to which, you gave him a nod, feeling your tears starting to roll down your cheeks. 

“oh, baby” jisung embraced you in a tight hug.

“all my efforts were for nothing, i spent weeks studying only for this to be the outcome.” you sobbed out. 

“it’s okay baby, it happens sometimes.” chan tries to sooth you, “exactly, plus it’s not like this is the end for you, we still have finals and we’ll prepare well together for those, okay?” changbin adds.

“oh, don’t even remind me,” you chuckled a little, lifting your tear stained face from jisung’s chest. “yup, we don’t wanna hear nothing about school or any exams for this whole break.” minho chimed “now, how about we go get some food and go over to my place? remember? we planned a sleepover?” 

right… there was something about a sleepover chan had texted you yesterday. you nodded and soon the four of you were running to catch the bus to your favorite food place.

masterlist

[hopespeakwriting]

Hihi!! I was wondering if I would be able to request Ryoma, Akane, Mondo, Chihiro, and Nekomaru with a S/O thats like Mitsuri from Demon Slayer?

Okay, i-i never saw demon slayer.... i know, i know, im strange- so everything on this is based on the fanon wiki, i hope you like this anyways <3

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Ryoma Hoshi:

Okay- he's not that big on love but-

You?? Yes.

You have a loving aura that makes everyone smile, surprisingly, even him.

Ryoma can see the love in your eyes when you look at him, as if the look in your eyes spoke to him.

The way that you giggle and blush everytime you look at him, The way that you play with your hair, looking away when he kisses you.

But.

He doesn't understand.. why..

Why do you like Him? He's a criminal. You Hate violence. so why him? You hate anything who harms the others. so why? You are supposed to hate him.

but you dont.

you praise and compliment him, you give him your love and affection, you say you love him.

Ryoma can't understand the way you think. but he understands that he loves you.

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Akane Owari:

Akane is absolutly in love with you.

She's confused by you. like- how can someone be so???

Kind, loving, sweet, caring. You are the walking definition of a angel!

If you like PDA she can and will cuddle you for eternity

You panic every time she gets hurt after training with Nekomaru

"Nah, relax babe! its just a scrath! im okay i swear!"

immediately hugs you after

bear hugs!

Seriously, akane is so in love with you, the way you are so kind with everybody, the way you show affection is just---

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Mondo Owada:

you two are the completely opposite of eachother, someone who's always ready for a fight and you a loving and peaceful person.

Protects you from literally anything and everything.

Tries to keep his strong/mean persona around you and fails miserably everytime you smile at him.

Treats like a literal angel, its the least he could do for someone so caring and loving like you.

Mondo is easily pissed off, so he could be starting a fight and then:

"listen here ya punk! you wanna fight huh?! do your worst."

Owada feels a hand on his shoulder, he looks behind him as sees you asking him to stop.

He apologizes to you hugging you and walks away from the fight holding your hand.

Completely in love with you.

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Chihiro Fujisaki:

Two loving pacifists? hell yeah.

Tries to be as affectionate to you as you are with him.

Before you shower the boy with affection, please note that he's easily flustered.

Chihiro can literally just hold hands with you and be red like a tomato.

Shower you with all the love and affection he can

oh, and a bonus! you and him dislike violence so you dont have to worry about him getting in a fight or anything like that!

tell chihiro you love him and see him get all happy and blushy.

" I- i love you too! hehehe~"

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Nekomaru Nidai:

Another one that showers you with affection and bear hugs!

Would a hundred percent hug you for all the eternity.

completly in love with you

everytime he looks at you you can see little hearts in his eyes.

is a 100% sweetheart with you. carries you around bridal style.

Nekomaru dislikes violence too. He swears on his life that he only fights akane for training and that he dont really hurts her.

thinks you're the cutest thing in the whole world. Can and will give you twice the affection you give him.

"You're too cute heheheh~ i wanna hold you forever."

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I hope you enjoyed! if you want me to change anything please tell me! <3

[maestro-of-clockwork]

Larry stood in front of the apartment door, hating that he was trembling slightly. This was his first time reaching out to a fellow teacher ever since the cancellation of the show, and his nerves were going through a hurricane.

Pulling out his phone, he checked the GPS and hoped he had the right address before he knocked on the door. It was only a few minutes, but those minutes felt like an eternity until Sketchbook opened her door to see him.

"Larry?" she asked softly, as though questioning her own sight.

Larry's heart dropped with concern; her eyes were puffy and red, dark circles underlining her lack of sleep. He knew that state of being all too well...

He mustered a sheepish smile, "Yeah...I'm really sorry for not communicating with you guys for so long. I-"

The young man was cut off by his best friend capturing him in a tight hug.

"I don't care," Sketchbook's voice cracked with held-back tears, "you're here now. That's all that matters to me..."

Larry hugged her back, "...I missed you too, Sketch."

Once they let each other go, she gestured for him to come inside, to which he obliged. He felt awful, watching just how quickly she locked the door.

She really was as bad off as Colin told him...

While he took a seat on the sofa, he fidgeted nervously with his thumbs, trying to think of how to explain himself as Sketchbook sat beside him.

She began first, "So, where have you been all these years...?"

Larry looked off to the side, "I've been living off the grid, trying to stay under...his radar, I guess. I made up a new identity and everything...just hiding."

"I think we've all been doing that in some way," she replied. Larry felt the shame rising; she was so understanding, not angry at all with him like he thought she ought to have been.

"Heh...yeah," he bitterly chuckled, turning back to face her. "Colin managed to bump into me yesterday. He told me you weren't doing so good..."

"I figured I should finally man up and talk to you in person," Larry finished his explanation, self-deprecation lining his last sentence.

"So," he tried to approach the subject delicately, "what's been going on? Is it...him again...?"

Larry's heart softened with sympathy when her expression changed. It was like she was in pain just thinking about it...

"Yes...he's-...he's been visiting me, and..."

Noticing she was choking up, Larry reassured her, "Hey. You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, okay...?"

Black streaked down her cheeks as she shook her head, "No, no, I shouldn't have said anything. He's told me not to tell anyone...!"

"But I-..." She stammered, crying, "I can't keep it in anymore...I just can't..."

Anger bloomed inside of Larry. Antonio wasn't only back to torment them, but hearing he was picking on Sketchbook again set a fire ablaze in him...especially after how much he targeted her during the show.

He found his inner guard dog emerging, "That fucking prick. Didn't he already get his sick kicks by traumatizing us?"

"I thought he had. He's been coming around, doing what he usually does best for a while...but he's been acting so bizarre and strange towards me lately," Sketchbook responded.

"What's he been doing?" asked Larry, preparing himself for the worst.

"He's-...he's been calling me his 'daughter' for the past few months...he's been taking me out on trips, doting on me, always getting too close...he still hurts me, but I hate what he's doing so much more."

"It feels so violating," she sobbed out. "And the worst part is that he means all of it."

No.

On instinct, Larry initially decided that she had to get away from Antonio, but then he considered the fact that he always seemed to know everyone's exact location.

There really was no use fleeing.

What could Larry do to help her, then?

"Sketchbook...I'm sorry I can't do more to get you out of this. Really, no one can run from him, but..." Larry thought, his resolve strengthening, "...I wanna be there for you."

"If you wanna talk to someone, you can always talk to me, Colin or Shrig...you know that, right?"

"Y-yeah..." Sketchbook wiped her eyes, sniffling, "But I'm so scared that he'll hurt you because of it..."

"That's what he wants," Larry stated, voice gentle but firm, "he wants to isolate you, wants to make you feel alone and scared...but you don't have to be. None of us do."

Without thinking, Larry leaned over and gave her a warm hug.

"We're here for you, Sketch," the man added, tearing up himself. "We're here for you and we love you."

She stayed quiet for a moment before hugging him back.

"I love you, too. All of you. I'm so lucky to have friends like you guys..." she gently laughed through her tears.

Larry held her tighter, "I can vouch for them when I say we're lucky to have you, too."

[athenswrites]

Knight of Dawn, Chapter 10 [NYTF]

tw: parental death

It was still dark outside when Piers woke from their fitful sleep. Grady was frantically shaking them. 

“You need to go to Adele. Now. Marcie said she’s fading fast.”

Piers had never run that fast in their life. The short elevator ride took an eternity, and they almost wiped out when they rounded the corner. The guards stepped aside as they shoved through the doors. Marcie kneeled at one side of the bed, holding Adele’s hand, gently squeezing it. David was beside her, talking in a hushed voice. On the other side stood Dr. Panya, maskless. Xe tried to seem unconcerned, fiddling with the IV and checking her vitals, but xir hands shook and xir nervous tics couldn’t be hidden. At the end of her bed sat Dubois. He was stoic, looking at something on his lens.

Piers wanted him gone. He didn’t belong here. 

“Mom?” 

Everyone except Dubois looked up when they spoke, and Marcie motioned for them. Piers slid to their knees beside her, and they took Adele’s hand.

“Hi mama…” They whispered, and she smiled, weakly squeezing their hand.

“Hey Jilly-bean.” Her voice sounded far away, and Piers wasn’t sure if it was her or their rising panic.

“You’re gonna be okay, right? You’re…this is just another one of those episodes?” Piers asked, and Adele shook her head. They ignored her, continuing, “You’re gonna get better, remember? You’re gonna help me with.... You’re gonna tell me about my family. You’re gonna…gonna..” Piers trailed off, tears starting to well in their eyes, “Please. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to do this alone.”

“You are not alone. I promise you. You aren’t gonna be alone. There’s others, others who love you, others who care about you, others like you. Do you hear me?” Adele squeezed their hand with a surprising strength, and Piers nodded.

“I…I don’t want you to go.” Their voice cracked.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

She was getting quieter, but they leaned in, barely able to hear her speak. “I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re going to do great things. I know…”

Her voice trailed off, and her hand went limp in theirs. Piers choked on their tears. They held onto her, burying their face in her bedspread which still smelled like her perfume.

The god-awful apple perfume. 

No one said anything for a while, as they cried. She couldn’t be gone. This had to be… this was just a bad dream. This wasn’t real.

“Sweetheart,” Marcie slid a hand between them and the bed, trying gently to pull them away, but they just held on tighter. Adele hadn’t been the best mother, but she was their mother, and she had tried.

“This isn’t funny. I wanna… you gotta…” Their voice trailed off as they began to sob even harder. She couldn’t be dead. Marcie moved her hand to their back, gently rubbing in circles. Even David, stone-cold as he normally was, put his arm over their shoulders, hugging them.

“What do we do now?” Dr. Panya quietly asked, and Marcie shushed xir. 

“We need to start planning now. We’ll be in danger the moment-” Dubois spoke up. Piers jerked upright, staring at him with pure venom, and he fell quiet. 

“Piers, I know, it’s gonna be hard, but you need to let her go.” David gently tried to pull them away again, but they just couldn’t. This would be the last time they ever saw her. The last time they ever got to hold her hand. Everything had changed when she’d abdicated, but they didn’t want her to be gone. She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be.

Marcie spoke up, “Come on sweetheart. We’re right here for you. You need to let go.”

“Fuck off.” Piers cried, squeezing Adele as tight as they could as now both Marcie and David tried to pull them back. They didn’t want to let her go. David got up from his spot, and someone else took his place, an arm around their shoulders and a quiet voice in their ear.

“Jillian, you need to let go. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” Dubois seemed calm, but they could hear the waver in his voice.

They weren’t going to listen to someone they had no reason to trust.

“Please, let go.” Marcie got a little firmer, yet her voice was still wet from crying, “It’s not going to make it feel any easier or better for you, I promise.”

No.

Dubois wrapped his arms around Piers’ midsection, and they held onto the bedspread and Adele as tight as they could.

“Jillian, let go.”

“No!”

Forcibly, he pulled them back, and they fought and kicked and cried, but he didn’t let them go. Dr. Panya gently closed her eyes and covered her with the sheet. 

“No! No! No! Let me go!” Piers cried out, but he held them tight against his body. “Please! She’s not-She can’t-Fuck….” Finally, after giving it everything they had to get away, they went slack, body heaving hard with every sob. Dubois shifted his hand, holding the side of their head against his chest, so they couldn’t watch. They didn’t want to. Instead, they held onto his shirt tightly, crying like a child. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and they listened.

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[cry1ngchild]

Got anything for how Sunny and Moony would feel in a situation where a kid reader is arguing with their parents and insisting that they don't want the Glamrocks to be at their birthday they want Sun or Moon there instead and is stubborn to the point of saying that if Sun or Moon, their favorite animatronics can't be there, then kid reader refuses to celebrate their own birthday?

Sun & Moon Rental Situation

titles ;-; #painandsuffering

Well. lil Sunny boi feels horrible, his thoughts -> oh no i was to good of an animatronic, oh no they love me, OH NO THEYRE NOT GONNA CELEBRATE THEIR BIRTHDAY, OH NO THEYRE GONNA BE SAD, OH NO-

He tries to work something out with the parents because they could rent them for a day but that could be very expensive due to parents needing a place to put their younger kids who are to smol to play in fazer blast and such, also in certain seasons business be popping (glamrocks being rented are different bc roxy raceway being only open for a certain group of people isn’t making younger kids completely upset and bored and unable to do anything bc they to small, and for older kids there are other areas)

Sundrop would probably take you aside and give you a life talk (life lessons with sunny boi) and it would probably end with him hugging you and telling you how grateful he is to be so dear to you but also telling you you’re parents aren’t made of money (despite mom standing for made of money 🤨) and you can’t get everything you want but it’s okay 😋 ur young and smol therefore everyone forgives and loves you (except those who don’t like a child murderer who made these animatronics-)

Moon would be so confused but also probably wanna cry bc like omg a child actually likes me?? 🥺🥺

although he wouldn’t actually cry (in front of you that is-) but he may start having some favouritism back at ya- for example: Oh this kid decides to stay awake when i say it’s naptime? time to start killing oh but y/n didn’t sleep? ehhh i mean, must be my fault i should’ve tucked them in better 😔

but anyway, he would then explain why you shouldn’t throw tantrums over things like this and that it’s not like he’s just gonna poof disappear nope he lives in this daycare for eternity he will pick you up and give you big hugs c:

and send you on your way, maybe… he might actually just keep you-

[naneun-no]

What is your favorite jikook moment/bts song?😄

You saw my whiny little post from last night, eh? Lol. I was in a bit of a mood for a moment but thank you for indulging me ☺️🤣

But clearly I was talking out of my ass, huh, cause now I have to pick one favorite?! ONE?! Painted myself into a bratty little corner there, didn’t I.

Song: I am an indecisive person & I also tend to cycle through songs and have different faves at different times (like everyone probably) but one of my ultimate all time faves is We are Bulletproof: the Eternal. I’m a sap at heart, so that one can straight up make me emotional if I hear it at the right time. The guys have such clear emotion ringing in their voices, it feels so pure and raw and like it’s something they sing from the bottom of their hearts. It’s just a very epic feeling song, too, and musically gorgeous. I have so many other faves but I’ll say that one today 😁 lol

Fave Jikook moment?!? Seriously what was I thinking acting like I could pick one?! Feels like every time I see another moment or rewatch an old one, I see it from a different angle, pull something else out of it.

One that I find very tender that I think is a bit underrated is that 2019 fansign where JK ranked Jimin as first in looks.

Let me preface this: I detest those looks ranking questions. I get it, it’s showbiz, and maybe a bit of a cultural diff too, but it just grosses me out. Takes me back to junior high when the boys in my grade passed around a piece of paper with all of the girls in our grade ranked by looks 🤢 so, yeah, not praising the scenario here, BUT:

1. JK handled this so cutely

2. JM’s reactions and whole demeanor was everything.

You can watch the whole thing translated to English here (it has a JK focus in the bottom left), all the guys have adorable chemistry in this one and it’s a fun one to watch. The looks ranking starts at 3:40.

And when I tell you my man Jimin goes through a JOURNEY during this question. It’s kinda sad— getting ranked last previously, especially by JK, was probably hard on him (would have been hard on anyone, it’s just a fucking uncomfortable situation ugh) — and you can kind of see this moment where he hears that they’re doing a looks ranking, and that JK is doing it, and he kind of pretends to ignore it? Meanwhile everyone but Tae the ethereal blue-haired beauty who is shuffling through questions is watching JK.

Focusing on Jungkook for a sec — he prefaces the whole thing with this adorable caveat that this is HIS ranking according to HIS taste. Okay, we hear you. Continue.

They shuffle around while he says this, get situated and Jimin looks over, so clearly he’s aware of what’s going on after all.

But while JK works the crowd and builds up to saying who’s in first place, Jimin looks back down to read the same question he’s read like 6 times now. Cause he definitely for sure isn’t paying attention (again it’s actually fucking sad and I wanna hug him but luckily he has ppl in his life for that lmao). But boy does he read the heck out of that little slip of paper.

And then, surprising literally no one BUT Jimin, JK says first place goes to the one who USED to be ranked last, Jimin-ssi, cause he can’t not call him that.

And Jimin’s face. Y’all. He lights up. His shoulders lose this tension, he looks genuinely surprised and delighted and it’s fucking adorable. I think this meant something to him beyond on-stage antics of a fansign, I really do. And maybe I’m reading into it, but I think it felt good to Jimin for JK to do that, for whatever reason that may be.

AND THEN

yeah you thought I was done I’m not

AND THEN, Jungkook decides to screw the rest of the rankings and skip to the last place, which he was gonna name himself, but Joon cuts in and says just name second place because that man is an excellent leader and diplomatic as hell, and JK goes “okay I’m last” and names Joon second place in a cute little interaction (just go watch it). But what I find so telling about that is that JK basically threw the rest of the question. He didn’t want it, probably partly because looks ranking is cringey but also because I think he really just wanted to right the wrong of ranking Jimin last, put him at the TOP of the list according to HIS taste, for the record, and then be done with that shit. And I feel him.

Whew. If you got to the end of this thanks, I’m long-winded. Thanks for taking the time to ask and if you feel like coming off anon, I’d love to hear your faves in a reply 💜

[clovermotors]

I know I owe you 27937393739 responses but I don’t think this can wait that long: https://twitter.com/miwon17_/status/1567856933427879936?s=46&t=rI5k2Occ5Dy_DPWiaQ7COA

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tumblr for the love of god let me reply to asks by my sideblog

i watched the clip on instagram while i was out and i tell you ive never had my heart hurt so profoundly at a ship moment in my life until now... i really love vulnerability do i..

you're right. that needs to be answered asap. speedtyping now. seokhoon you're giving the world its tenderness. and i thank you for it.

there's something so gripping about the honest way seokmin is just there trying to comfort jihoon. there's something so gripping about the way seokmin sang the circles melody to jihoon (lullaby.... seokmin singing for jihoon. seokmin singing for jihoon.) there's something so gripping about how jihoon just leant into seokmin's touch (his chest). there's something so gripping about fond seokmin was just pressing a kiss on jihoon's hair (and cheek)—how tender and gentle and soft it was— i myself am going to tear my own hair out. save me.

even just seokhoon aside the way seokmin's always been a comfort/safe space for any of the members is something so touching to me and i'm so happy that he's able to provide that comfort (if anything, not just to the members but to carats too) and i genuinely hope he knows how much good he's bringing to the world.... god. oh god.

(seokmin kissing away the tear tracks on jihoon's face. brainrot: seokmin's shirt drenched with jihoon's tears and snot. jihoon's face drenched with his tears and snot. seokmin kisses him anyways. seokmin overwhelmed with such intense desire to make jihoon happy. seokmin knowing he'd do anything to make sure jihoon never has to feel like he has to bottle up his emotions. seokmin knowing he'd do everything in the universe to comfort jihoon the best he can. it's okay, he'll say; because it's okay, because it'll be okay, because he'll do his best to make it okay.)

& this really isnt the first time seokmin has comforted jihoon while he's crying:

i feel so much because of how genuine it is when seokmin had words only for jihoon to hear (im sure if they werent mic'ed up we wouldnt be able to hear him comforting wz) and there's something so precious about being so exclusively someone's... be it in words or actions (@ woozi is mine weverse post) and there's something about how those words are meant for jihoon (albeit indirectly: carats) about how seokmin so much wants to take care of his hyung in that moment.

and i really love seokhoon so much because of this softness that's so exclusive to them—from jihoon pecking/nuzzling (for lack of better word) the back of seokmin's neck during inkigayo, the many moments where jihoon has rested his head on seokmin's shoulder, the many moments where their heads have been so closely pushed together (comforting), the many many moments where jihoon's been piggybacked by seokmin, the many times seokmin lets jihoon use him as a personal pillow, a personal rocker all the time (i wanna rock with you). seokhoon you give the world such tenderness... and i permanently thank them for it. god. god. GOD. and they have fun in their own way and they laugh and jihoon will have this smile of such fondness and baseball/catchball and "my eternal catchball partner" and hugs and reciprocated hugs and carrying. the CARRYING (so many instances of this) the whispering they always do (a seoksoonhoon trait if you must know!)

it's not clover if i don't include seoksoonhoon so:

(seoksoon too—seokmin is a source of comfort for both of them isn't he? so many times even during vlives he rests his head on seokmin's shoulder. they have so much fun together, they cuddle with each other, they just love each other so much in their own little fun way and give each other leeway where they need it. god.)

seoksoonhoon has 1 appeal factor which is their dynamic seperately and those are my only alleys for justifying this ship and just how good they could be together

soonhoon = admiration and mutual respect. quality time. love that's present without being palpable, through texts (jagiya) and smiles and time always spent together. having to read between the lines to see soonyoungandjihoon written there is always something so wonderful to experience... two people attached at the hip who flow together so easily who merge well etc. their synchronicity insanely unmatched.

seoksoon = the stars and the moon. the sun and the clouds. they paint a picture for others to see what honeymoon is like, what having fun within the capacities of love is. i really think they just care so deeply about making life as enjoyable for each other: two people who want to love each other in secret and shout it to the world in the most playful of ways and if its not fun they're not gonna do it. (thigh grabbing video is so phenomenal because they're playing along with each other theyre in sync theyre giving into each other.)

seokhoon = where do i start lol.. two people who love each other to the point it's as easy as being alive, as natural as the passage of time. two people who've learnt how to push and pull (@ seokmin tackling jihoon in a hug and pushing him to the side of the stage and jihoon pushing him back + seokmin trying to kiss jihoon's hand and jihoon pulling away) and reallyreallyreally just trying to make each other happy (seokmin asking to play catchball n jihoon giving in) and really it's this kind of push and pull that brings them in sync too does it not?

(BACK to my claim that seoksoonhoon are in sync w each other and that they're equilibrium i'm never ever letting this go untouched it's a running theme and will continue as one)

seokmin comforts soonyoung and jihoon during moments when they're experiencing such strong emotions—2/3 of the engines running seventeen's music and choreography, two people who always feel so much and say dont talk enough about it, two people who need something only seokmin can give

jihoon comforts seokmin and soonyoung during moments when they're feeling so horribly drained—taking care of them, making sure they're prepared and powered up for later/next performance, giving them his presence, warm as a hug. bringing them comfort in times they're so out of it they don't want to think. in moments when they're in a recording session for so long and it feels like nothing—jihoon encouraging them, jihoon ready to catch them if they fall

soonyoung comforts seokmin and jihoon during moments when they're feeling down(?)—there isn't any feasible proof of this i think but he's such a energy maker sometimes that it helps to bring any demotivated mood up by miles, be it during a dull recording session or when there's nothing interesting enough going on in a movie that his other two boyfriends are about to fall asleep. he keeps life interesting for the both of them because both of them deserve to experience. both of them deserve to carry on.

thank you for entertaining and sending the video! <3 take care!

wrote the first post at 11pm yestd... i think as of 7.10am the next day it's grown at least 400w longer... haha

[katsuhera]

FIRST LOVE | s. manjiro, tokyo revengers ˗ˏˋ sano manjiro (mikey) x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 8299 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), childhood friends to lovers au, all chars aged mid-twenties, unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex, implications of a past toxic + mentally abusive relationship with kisaki, i think that's it? this grew way out of hand and into something that now i'm just proud of! so i hope you enjoy 🤍 ˗ˏˋ note: this is my submission for the 2d men discord kittens server l is for lewd collab!

“so many recent pictures and you still keep this one on your bedside?” emma asked, picking up the worn picture frame that sat on your nightstand.

“shut up,” you laughed, snatching it away from her. “it’s a good picture. what’s wrong with a little nostalgia?”

“nothing’s wrong with nostalgia, but it’s the fact that you haven’t framed your pictures from graduation, your diploma, and worst of all, the pictures with me—”

“oh my god sue me,” you rolled your eyes. “lock me up in prison. god forbid i don’t frame the pictures we have with each other that we have on our cell phones, where we can look at them whenever we want.”

“you’re lucky i love you so much,” she retorted, flopping back down onto your bed. “anyway, what are your plans for next weekend? are you free?”

“next weekend? hmm… should be. why?”

“wanna go on a double date with me?” emma asked, suddenly turning your way and looking directly in your eyes so that you couldn’t look away. “please don’t make any excuses, your last relationship was literally back in college.”

“isn’t that a valid excuse?” you whined, throwing your head back. “my last relationship was back in college because it was the last confirmation i needed that men suck.”

“okay, fair, but i found this one really hot guy on tinder—”

“and he’s from tinder!?”

“i know! i know, just, just shut up for a sec and hear me out,” she said, sitting up straight and holding your hands. “i’ll even show you my conversation with him and everything. but his name is ken, goes by draken—isn’t that already super cool?—and he’s rich and funny and charming and tall. tell me, y/n, when was the last time i had a tall boyfriend?”

“never.”

“exactly. so that’s why, to commemorate this special occasion of me finding a tall man, i’d like to bring you along so you can see him and his hot friend.”

you sighed in defeat. “show me these pictures, i guess.”

she squealed, whipping her phone out and tapping furiously. “here!”

you stared at the screen, trying to find any kind of fault to bring up.

“this one’s short,” you deadpanned, pointing to who you assumed to be ken’s friend.

“well.... well yeah, but you’re not tall so it doesn’t matter!” she reasoned, scratching her neck. “but aren’t they pretty attractive? i feel like his friend is also your type. like a fuckboy, but he’s rich, so… an elevated fuckboy? something like that?”

“i hate you.”

“say yes? please?”

“do i have a choice?”

“no.”

“fine.”

she squeaked, tackling you in a hug. “i promise it’ll be a good time. and if it’s not, we’ll leave early. you know i’m good about that!”

“yeah, yeah. anyway, what’s his friend’s name?”

“manjiro…? yeah, manjiro sano,” she recalled, checking back on her messages with ken to confirm. “apparently they’re best friends and also work together. imagine if that was us?”

“we wouldn’t get shit done,” you snorted.

“eep! wait, i have to go now—i’m gonna be late, gotta pick up my mom from her hair appointment. i’ll text you about next weekend?”

you waved your hands dismissively. “yeah yeah, get back safe!”

you waited until emma left and closed the door behind her to fall back on your pillow, your mind full of thoughts—and a little anxiety—over your upcoming date.

the last date you went on was literal years ago, when you were back in college. the dude was a total dick that even emma had told you to be wary of, but something just kept you in the relationship, waiting eternally for things to get better.

you still remember his name, the name of the guy that turned you off from men for a while. kisaki tetta. you let out a sigh at the thought of his name, trying to think of something else. otherwise, you knew that thinking about him for too long would only bring back bad memories.

you lifted your forgotten picture frame up, staring at the worn photo inside of it. it was a decades-old photo of you and your childhood best friend—or first love, rather—mikey. hell, you could barely even remember if that was his real name, it’d been about twenty years since you last saw him. but he always went by mikey—cute little mikey who would wait for you at the end of the slide because you were too scared of completely letting go and just sliding down, adorable mikey with whom you’d formed a childish marriage pact to be fulfilled in your late 30s or 40s, or even 50s, your first love mikey who suddenly left your neighborhood and left your five-year-old heart with a gaping hole.

you knew that first loves and marriage pacts rarely ever worked out, but it was the way that he so suddenly just up and left that forever bothered you. the mikey that never failed to walk you home from pre-school and drop by on the weekends for a bite of your mom’s cooking simply left you without another word, and even now you felt that five-year-old you deserved some type of closure. well, even if you did deserve it—what were you going to do about it? you’d long since come to the realization that you’d probably never see him again, anyway.

“are you excited!?” emma asked, waltzing in through your front door, silky blonde hair shining in bouncy curls. “you look cute!”

“eh,” you responded. you weren’t lying—you learned long ago not to get your hopes up with men. you were only going on this date for emma, anyway, not really because you expected to hit it off with this manjiro guy or anything.

she pouted, seeing your indifference.

“okay, fair. hopefully it’s fun, though! if anything, the place we’re going to seems really cute. even if they suck, we’ll get some good drinks and food out of it.”

“yeah, that is true,” you replied absentmindedly, making some last minute touch ups to your makeup and making sure you had everything you needed. “should we call an uber soon?”

“no need, they’re picking us up.”

huh. you couldn’t remember the last time a guy picked you up for a date.

“oh wait, ken just texted me—they’re here!” she exclaimed, squeezing your arm. “got everything?”

“yeah,” you said, sudden nervousness striking you as you gathered your things and walked towards your door. “okay, let’s go!”

the two of you walked out to see a black bugatti parked outside, tinted windows shielding you from even glimpsing the men inside.

“a bugatti, huh?” you whispered quietly to emma, whose expression looked just as surprised as yours.

“well.... ken did mention that they’re comfortable,” she replied, wide-eyed.

the passenger-side door opened at that moment, revealing who you recognized to be manjiro. his black hair was loosely tied back, exposing a clean shaven undercut and a tattoo that crept up to the base of his neck.

he got out to open the backdoor for you and emma, holding it open with a polite smile on his face.

“emma and… y/n, right?” he asked, his voice faltering the tiniest bit—so subtle that you almost didn’t catch it.

“yeah! manjiro, right? it’s good to meet you,” emma said cheerily, grabbing your hand and getting in. “thanks for picking us up, again.”

“of course, no worries,” he said, looking down hastily once you two’d made eye contact.

well… he is cute, can’t deny that, you thought, smoothing down the front of your outfit as you sat. manjiro closed the door softly, and got in the front again.

“it’s good to meet you two,” ken said smoothly, looking at you and emma from the mirror. “have you been to this restaurant before?”

“no, but i kept hearing good things about it, so i thought it would be worth a try,” emma said, blushing and looking down.

you smiled, looking at her. ken definitely is her type, i’m glad.

“i’ll trust your judgement then,” he smirked, starting the car.

the car ride was short, the car purring quietly as ken easily weaved through traffic. both men seemed like smooth talkers for sure, but for the time being, you couldn’t sense anything weird or malintent from them.

after parking, they opened the doors for you two, ken on emma’s side and manjiro on yours.

oddly, you felt that you seemed to match—emma with ken and you with manjiro, though it was definitely unplanned. just… the color palettes and aesthetics. if you were a stranger looking in, you definitely would have thought that your outfits were planned.

like something out of a drama, you thought.

clearly, manjiro was thinking similarly.

“hey, we’re matching,” he said softly, smiling with an odd twinkle in his eye.

“get your own fashion sense,” you joked, and he merely chuckled, guiding you into the restaurant with a light hand on your mid-back.

butterflies started to flutter in your stomach, and you tried to deny them with all your being.

this means nothing, you thought firmly. you’re… just touch starved.

a couple of drinks in, and the less handsy manjiro became with you. though you weren’t really expecting anything per se, your tipsy self couldn’t help but remember your little interaction going into the restaurant. now, it seemed as though he were afraid to touch you, his rosy-cheeked self seeming to slink further and further away from you on the bench.

you glanced at ken and emma, who seemed to be having a great time—ken’s arm slung across her shoulders with a lazy smile, and emma’s cheeks constantly pulled in a charming smile, giggling at everything he said.

do i smell? you wondered, insecurity and anxiety bubbling up in your chest. does he just not like me? is it something i—

“can i get you another drink?” he asked you, his controlled voice waking you out of your toxic thought cycle. “i’m about to grab another for myself.”

“ah—sure,” you responded quickly, not really thinking. “just a vodka cran, if that’s okay.”

“sure,” he replied, smiling.

“what about me?” ken piped up.

“shut up, designated driver,” manjiro mocked.

“how come just y/n gets one?” ken fake pouted, looking up at manjiro with puppy eyes.

“no more for me!” emma said, throwing up her arms in a cross. “i’m drunk.”

“see? no more for emma, she’s drunk,” manjiro stated matter-of-factly, before turning to you. “y/n, are you sure you’re good for another?”

you were tipsy, but nowhere near your limit, so you nodded.

he pat your head softly, oblivious to the fireworks he sparked in your chest.

“see, ken? y/n’s fine, and that’s why she gets another drink,” he said smugly. “i’ll be right back,” he whispered to you, smiling.

you nod again, desperately trying to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks.

emma made eye contact with you, widening her eyes as if to ask: oh my god!? did he just do that!?

you widen yours in response, as though to tell her: i don’t know! shut up! act normal!

“so any secrets of manjiro’s that you can tell us now that he’s gone?” emma joked, cocking her head towards ken.

“huh,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “i do have secrets, but i wanna make it out of here alive, so none that i can tell you.”

she pouted and you laughed, shaking your head when manjiro returned, drinks in hand.

“what’d i miss?” he asked.

“nothing,” ken replied quickly, a cocky grin on his face. “nothing at all.”

manjiro merely raised his eyebrows, but didn’t question it. he sat a little closer to you when he returned than he did before he left, as if to rid you of your prior insecurities.

“so emma, you’re a graphic designer, right?” manjiro asked. “what about you, y/n?”

“me? i’m in advertising,” you responded, suddenly shy now that the spotlight was on you. “what do you and ken do? you two work together, right?”

they shot each other furtive glances, pausing to clear their throats awkwardly.

“uh… it’s complicated,” ken started. “you can say that we’re in finance.”

“like, at a bank?”

“... no, not exactly.”

“it’s complicated and boring,” manjiro interjected smoothly. “but working together makes up for it.”

you somehow got the sense that you shouldn’t ask for more details, and so you swallowed your questions.

“shit!” emma gasped suddenly. “y/n, i forgot my keys—can i stay over?”

“again?” you laughed. “yeah, of course you can.”

“should we get going, then?” ken asked, looking worriedly at emma. “i’ll just drop you two back off where i picked you up?”

“yes, that’d be perfect,” you said, grateful for his concern.

he nodded, and helped emma to stand and walk towards the exit.

manjiro cleared his throat, catching you by the wrist as you also got up to leave.

“ah, wait—y/n,” he started, a little hesitant. “would you care to exchange numbers? no pressure, of course.”

“oh, sure!” you said, a little caught off-guard. “here, let me type in my number.”

he smiles gently to himself as he takes the phone back from you, and enters his own in your phone.

“here you go,” he said, handing it back to you as the two of you started to follow ken and emma. “i had fun tonight, y/n.”

“me too,” you said, a little shyly. “thanks for buying me those drinks.”

he shrugged. “it was the least i can do, after all this time,” his voice trailed off, and you strained to catch what he’d said over the buzz in the restaurant.

“sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” you said, leaning in.

“n-nothing, just that it was the least i could do,” he said quickly, cheeks flushing. “are you and emma going to be alright?”

“yeah, for sure, all she needs is some water,” you replied, touched by his concern. “she stays over all the time, it’s not like anything inconvenient.”

“that’s good to hear,” he said, patting your shoulder. “here, let me get the door.”

he opened the backdoor to the car, and you saw emma already sitting, her neck lolled back with her eyes closed.

“y/n! finally,” she pouted. “can we binge twilight at home?”

“maybe,” you laughed.

the four of you rode in comfortable silence on the way home, the windows rolled down to reveal the beautiful cityscape that sparkled in the clear night sky.

“we had a good time tonight,” ken said sincerely as you got out of the car. “hope you had fun, too.”

“we did,” you smiled. “thanks for dinner guys! and for the ride back.”

“of course.” manjiro looked at you curiously as you waved goodbye, waiting until you and emma were safely in your building before getting back in the car.

“so… that’s her, right?” ken asked quietly, starting the engine.

manjiro stared at your contact page in his phone for a moment before answering.

“... yeah. that’s her.”

you were weirdly constantly drawn to your phone in the days following your double date, and even in all your denial you have to admit that it’s probably because of how consistently ken and emma texted.

you were undoubtedly happy for her, especially since ken’s the first guy that you didn’t immediately disapprove of for her, but still—seeing her giggle at her phone when talking to him struck a strange chord in your heart.

he’d sent a cordial “hey, this is manjiro. just wanted to check in and see if you and emma woke up alright” the next morning, but your conversation had fallen a little flat by the end of the day.

sighing, at this point you were certain that you could deny your interest in him no longer. the tingly sensation you got in your chest when he patted your head in the restaurant came back to haunt you randomly throughout the day, and you swore that you’d do fucking anything to get rid of that.

should i text him first? you wondered. your eyes sauntered over to emma, who sat in the corner of your room, rapidly tapping on her phone. but what would i even text him about?

“emma,” you started hesitantly.

“hmm? what’s up?”

“what do you and ken talk about?”

she stared at you blankly before answering. “hmm, like… everything? i don’t know, we kinda just talk about our days, and stuff. i tell him about work and he tells me about whatever it is he does throughout the day.”

“mmm.”

“have you and manjiro been talking?”

“no,” you almost didn’t want to answer. “bu—”

“does that bother you?”

“n—” you started, stopping yourself halfway. “yeah, maybe. i just don’t, like, know what to talk about with him.”

“huh.”

“what?”

“heard from ken that manjiro really liked you,” she said nonchalantly, pursing her lips. “kinda weird that he hasn’t texted you or anything.”

“i couldn’t even tell that he liked me at all,” you said, exasperated.

“i don’t think it would hurt to text him first…” she said, lost in thought. “maybe ask to grab coffee?”

what was stopping you?

“i… i guess, yeah, i can do that,” you gave in.

“you guys would be so cute together,” she mused. “i might have been drunk that night, but i still remember him patting your head!”

“do you think that even meant anything? it felt so random.”

“it couldn’t have meant nothing, right? after all, ken did say that manjiro liked you, so…”

you sighed, at a loss. “help me write this text.”

“babe, you’re literally 23. i think you can compose a text on your own.”

you huffed in defeat, knowing she was right. looking over at her, you saw that she’d already gone back to giggling quietly and typing—must be nice, you thought.

hi... you started typing.

does that sound off? you wondered.

hey manjiro, hope i’m not bothering you! just wanted to know if you’d be down to grab some coffee sometime :)

you stared at your phone, the blinking cursor flashing ominously as your mind raced to think of a better way to construct the sentence.

fuck it, you thought, and pressed send.

hey y/n! sure, i’d love to. does sometime tomorrow work for you?

you blinked, surprised at the quick reply.

i get off work at 5, so i should be free any time after 6!

that sounds perfect, i’ll be coming back from something around then. wanna meet at bibble & sip? if i remember right, i think it’s in your area!

you laughed softly to yourself, a little amused at the fact that a guy like manjiro knew about a place like bibble & sip. you’d been there before and it was in your neighborhood—it was a quaint little cafe, known for their adorable sweets.

yeah, i love bibble & sip! sounds good, i’ll text you when i start heading over there tomorrow then.

looking forward to it. see you tomorrow, y/n :)

you stared for a while at the smiley face he included, wondering briefly if he was just trying to match your tone in sending that.

locking your phone, you turned on netflix, hoping that it would distract you from thinking about manjiro until tomorrow.

“fuck are you smiling at?” ken asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at manjiro in the passenger seat of his car.

“tch. nothing, dickhead,” manjiro spat, locking his phone quickly. silently, he thanked ken for always blasting music as he drove—surely he would have heard the drumming of his heart in his chest otherwise.

hey, i’m on my way! you texted, a couple blocks from the cafe.

i’ll be there in a few minutes! caught in some traffic right now.

no worries! i’ll grab us a table

you took a deep breath before locking your phone and opening the door to the cafe. thankfully, there were plenty of open seats, and you decided on the corner seats—soft mini couches with a ceramic table between them.

it wasn’t long before manjiro stepped through the entrance, scanning the room to find you, smiling when he did.

his smile offered an odd comfort to your pattering heart, starting to slowly dull your worries and anxiety about the meeting.

“y/n! have you been well?” he greeted you, pulling you into a gentle hug as you stood.

“mm, i have! what about you?”

“good, missed you though.” he’d said it so nonchalantly that you almost didn’t hear him. “i’ll go get us some drinks, do you have anything in particular in mind?”

you choked on air once you processed what he’d said. “j-just a latte, please,” you managed to splutter.

missed me? your thoughts raced wildly. did i hear that right?

you pretended to look through your phone as you waited for him to come back with your drinks, feeling too flushed to look at him outright.

“here you go,” he said, returning and setting down your coffees. “the glassware here is pretty nice, you said you’ve been here before right?”

“mhmm,” you said, mind still in a haze. “did you mean that, by the way?”

oh, shit.

“hmm? mean what?”

there was no escaping this situation now.

“that… that you missed me.”

manjiro blinked, as if confused as to why you even had to ask.

“yeah, why? i did…” he said, voice trailing off. “i did miss you. a lot, actually.”

you forced yourself to look him in his eyes, normally plain and dark but now shining with a genuine light, flickering between your own eyes as he tried to gauge what you were thinking.

you swallowed hard, a feeble attempt to compose yourself.

“oh.”

“you seem like you don’t believe me.”

“i mean,” you paused uncomfortably. “i mean it’s not that, but…”

“i wanted to text you,” he interrupted quietly. “but… i think something just held me back. like i don’t have the right to be texting you as much as i want.”

“the right…?”

he averted his gaze, staring instead at the foamy heart drawn on the top of his latte.

“it’s—it’s kinda complicated, honestly,” he started. “and i don’t mean this in a way where i’m, like, trying to avoid this conversation with you—”

“manjiro,” you cut in, gently but firmly. “i want to be honest with you. before you, i was in a fuck ton of shitty relationships where guys would avoid having important conversations with me, just like this one—but the difference between now and then is that now i’ve learned what it means to prioritize myself and i want to continue valuing that. if there’s something important that you can’t talk to me about, and it’ll keep us from…” you paused, unsure of the word you were looking for. “from… continuing… whatever this is, then—”

you gulped, wondering if you really meant what you were about to say.

“then i don’t want it,” you finished, quietly.

he paused, thinking.

“you’re right,” he said slowly. “no, you’re right. and—i’m sorry, i should have been more considerate. is… is now a good time to have a long, maybe boring conversation?”

your heart thumped in your chest wildly, excited from the thrill of not backing down from something you really wanted.

college me would be shocked right now, you thought wryly.

“yeah, i have time.”

he nodded, sipping his coffee.

“so… when ken and i said that we work in finance, we weren’t lying—entirely. but we deal with… dirty money.”

what? you stared at him blankly.

“okay, long story short—we run a gang.”

huh?

your bewildered face must have been funny to him, since he broke out in laughter. you were half expecting him to go “what!? did you believe me!?”, yet no such expression came.

“sorry, sorry, you just looked really cute,” he chuckled. “i’m being serious, though. i’m technically the leader, though ken shares a lot of my responsibilities, too.”

you found yourself furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief, trying to comprehend the words he’d said.

“is that, like, legal?”

another wide grin from him.

“unfortunately not, but that doesn’t really get in our way often.”

you nodded, choosing to drink your coffee in silence. a gang!? the fuck?

“but—but wait, before you start thinking whatever it is you’re thinking—we’re good people, i promise,” he said quickly, hands raised. “we don’t hurt innocent people, we don’t steal from innocent people, we really… our mission isn’t to hurt people, y’know? it’s kind of like our own world…”

you swallowed.

“as long as you’re a good person…” you responded slowly.

manjiro couldn’t help but break out into soft peals of laughter, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest at how cute and innocent your reaction was.

“i get it if you don’t believe me,” he said quietly, fingering the rim of his mug. “but i—”

“no, i do,” your response surprised you just as much as it did him.

“is it… okay with you?” he asked hesitantly, cautiously meeting your gaze.

was it? you weren’t even sure, yourself.

“i don’t know,” you answered honestly. “but i do appreciate you telling me.”

his cheeks grew rosy, and he looked down. “yeah. i was a little scared to tell you though, to be quite honest.”

“yeah, like what if i was an undercover cop?”

he snorted. “i guess i’d let you handcuff me.”

“tch,” you laughed, mind too empty to string together an actual response.

you both sipped quietly from your cups, looking anywhere but at each other.

manjiro had to go first, after receiving a call from ken.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized, genuine concern glowing in his eyes. “i’m sorry—i’ll make it up to you. but this is urgent.”

“gang stuff?” you giggled.

“uh,” he smiled, bemused. “yeah.”

“it’s okay—i should be heading home now, anyway.”

he nodded, internally fighting over whether he should just say fuck it and walk you home first before heading back to ken.

“text me when you’re home?”

“sure.”

he smiled, and reached his hand to gently squeeze yours.

your mind was a blur as you slowly made your way home, finding the balmy night air to be the perfect backdrop for you to try and clear your thoughts.

a gang… but a good one? the crease in your forehead deepened the more you tried to think about it.

but he was honest with you, and you couldn’t sense even a hint of deceit from him.

but a gang!? and not only that—but he’s the leader?

you sighed, dropping your head to stare at the floor as you walked.

“oi, slut.”

you froze, every cell in your body turning to stone as you registered who that voice belonged to. you couldn’t help but turn around slowly, praying to every deity there was that it wasn’t who you thought it was.

“that’s what you’re doing now? fucking with gang leaders?”

the lens of his glasses glinted in the moonlight, amber eyes glowering at you from behind them.

“thought you were done with men after we broke up,” he sneered, not taking his eyes off you for even a second as he stalked towards you.

“kisaki…?” god, you hated how your voice trembled.

“oh, so you still remember me,” he said, continuing his pace towards you. you backed up, backed up without thinking until you were pricked in the back by some family’s bush, thin branches and leaves threatening to leave holes in the soft fabric of your cardigan. “you still remember me, even though now you’ve got time to fuck around with guys like manjiro.”

your breath hitched at the mention of his name.

“how did you—”

“i saw everything, saw you simpering and giggling with him—what, did you think that because he got coffee for you that he’d be a different person?”

“w-what do you mea—”

a kick to the chest left kisaki on the floor, dumbfounded as to how he got there.

manjiro stood in front of you protectively, ken at his side.

“take her home,” ken muttered quietly.

“you think i don’t know that?” manjiro quipped, but his expression softened as he turned to you. “are you alright? come, i’ll walk you back.”

you nodded blankly, taking shallow breaths in an attempt to calm your trembling body.

he looked at you worriedly, but decided against saying anything. he merely took your hand in his, entwining your fingers softly in his.

your body moved on autopilot, only able to put one foot in front of the other because it was something you’d done for over twenty years.

“did he hurt you?” he asked, holding your hand securely.

you shook your head, wide-eyed. after all this time, he still came to find me.

“y—of course, you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable or anything, but.. what was he to you?”

“my ex,” you said, shaky voice piercing the otherwise still serenity of the night. “the last guy i ever dated.”

“mmm.”

the sounds of your combined footsteps filled the air, thick with unasked and unanswered questions.

“he was abusive,” you said quietly, voice so low that it almost came out as a whisper. “not, like, physically, he didn’t hit me or anything—but mentally. made me feel worthless and shitty, and like i’d never amount to anything unless i stayed with him.”

manjiro balled his free hand into a fist at your words, knuckles whitening as they sunk in. he knew kisaki was a piece of shit, knew that there was something wrong with the guy—but it was too late. he and ken were too late, and kisaki had found you.

he swallowed his anger.

“did he say anything weird to you?”

“he mentioned you, actually, kinda seemed like you knew each other.”

“we do,” manjiro said grimly. “we have a shit history together, too.”

“oh.”

you couldn’t do this tonight. you probably couldn’t do it tomorrow, either. seeing kisaki had drained the energy from your body, bringing back in floods the awful, god awful memories of your years together.

“it’s this place, right?”

he stopped, causing you to nearly bump into him as you continued mindlessly walking. you blinked, the familiar front garden and walkway slowly coming into focus in your vision.

“y-yeah,” you said, staring blankly.

“i’ll wait for you to go in, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly, loosening his grip on your hand.

you shook your head silently.

“what’s wrong? oh, i should walk you to your door—come, y/n.”

he led you slowly to your doorstep, keeping an eye out on the sidewalk behind you as you fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door.

“sleep tight,” he said, squeezing your fingers. “text me if you need anything.”

don’t leave.

you shook your head once more, simply gazing at him with empty eyes.

“hmm? is something wrong?”

“can you come in with me?”

“i…” he searched your eyes apprehensively. “yeah, i can—of course.”

silently, he followed you in, locking the door behind you.

“i’m scared,” you said quietly, your emotions laid bare on your face.

“it’s okay, i got you—i’m here. i can stay until you fall asleep.”

manjiro gulped, hoping that if he swallowed hard enough, his heart would stop beating so damn wildly.

you nodded simply.

“help yourself to anything in the kitchen,” you said, an awkward formality. with a meek smile, you turned and padded off to the bathroom to shower.

once he heard the water running, he sunk down into the plush cushions of your living room sofa, checking his phone to find updates from ken. relieved, he read ken’s messages to find that kisaki had been taken care of.

he let out a long, slow exhale, wondering how he’d ended up in your apartment. looking around, he found that traces of you could be found everywhere: in the simple, neat way you arranged your things, the hints of color in the accessories, the stuffed animal sitting in the corner chair—

the stuffed animal that’d once belonged to him.

vivid memories flooded back, surging into his brain at once as his memory played back in his mind like a movie reel. he remembered suddenly how you’d chased him around the playground, screaming and laughing as you ran with your arms outstretched, gunning straight for the stuffed bunny he’d held in his arms. he remembered suddenly how he’d even gotten it—his older brother, shinichiro had won it at some arcade and brought it home for him, and how the first thought his childish brain had upon seeing the doll was that you would probably like it. he remembered suddenly showing up to your childhood house with that same bunny in his arms, presenting it to you on your sixth birthday, and how your eyes had lit up with childish glee upon receiving it.

there he sat on your sofa, so entirely lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed the single, hot tear rolling down his cheek, nor your re-entrance to the room, fresh from your shower.

“you’re gonna stay ‘til i fall asleep, right?”

he nodded, quickly wiping the fallen moisture from sight.

“yeah, are you going to bed now?”

“yeah.”

“okay.”

he followed you to your bedroom, sitting gingerly at your dresser as you tucked yourself into your covers.

what am i doing? you wondered hazily. inviting a guy you liked, but barely knew into your home—and not only that, but to wait for you to sleep. and he’s the leader of the gang. somehow, that seemed like the least important fact about him.

but your body acted on its own, acting according to an autopilot you didn’t know you’d had configured.

you extended your hand out to him, looking at him with innocent eyes, silently pleading for him to take your hand in his.

he understood and willingly obliged, sitting at the very edge of your mattress and entwining your fingers in his once more.

“good night,” he said, his smooth voice blanketing your frazzled mind and offering some semblance of comfort. “i’ll be here, don’t worry.”

you nodded, blinking sleepily.

what am i doing… you asked yourself wearily, but at this moment, you found that you didn’t even have the energy to care. all you wanted, desperately, desperately needed was something to distract you from kisaki tetta, to rid you of all the shitty memories and to hold you and make you feel like everything would be okay.

his hand was warm, engulfing yours, and you held it close to your cheek, laying on your side.

you drifted off easily, his smell and warm, comforting presence cleansing you of your fears.

manjiro’s phone buzzed in the jacket that he left in your chair, and he willfully ignored it, choosing instead to watch you sleep. a sense of relief settled in his heart watching the slight crease in your forehead smooth out, leaving your expression otherwise sweet and peaceful.

his eyes flickered to your nightstand, the framed picture causing his heart to jump into his throat.

there he was, his blonde hair a sloppy mess atop his head, and there you were, clinging to his arm—just as you always had, when you were little.

when things were simpler, he thought, with a pang.

he’d never wanted to leave you.

when shinichiro died, his family was broken, opting to leave the neighborhood altogether in an ugly attempt to cope with their grief. but it only broke little mikey further, first being so cruelly separated from his beloved brother, and then ripped from his beloved you.

for the past twenty or so years, he’d spent much of his time wondering how he’d apologize to you, how he’d confess that you were his childhood love—if he’d ever see you again.

and then one day, like destiny you’d been brought to each other. and now, like destiny, he sat at the edge of your bed, holding your hand as you drifted to sleep.

it wasn’t before he was just a centimeter from your face that he realized what he was doing, and he moved to pull away when you suddenly shifted, bringing your lips to meet his.

the sudden contact woke you from your sleep, and you opened your eyes to see a pair of familiar, dark eyes gaping at yours.

familiar, dark eyes that strangely reminded you of—

“mikey…?” you asked, bleary and dazed from your sleep.

he shrunk back slightly, his ears ringing with the sound of his heart drumming in his chest.

“yeah,” he said hoarsely, swallowing hard. “it’s me—it’s mikey, y/n.”

blinking away the fogginess, you stared at him in disbelief until something clicked in your brain.

“manj—mikey?” you asked, sitting up, heat rising quickly to your face. “you’re mikey?”

nodding, he searched your eyes for any hint of your thoughts.

how could you not have realized?

“mik—my mikey?”

he stilled, confused.

“yours?”

your face grew even hotter, realizing what you’d said.

“i mean—” he started.

“it’s you, right?” you interrupted. “you knew i was—that i was me, right? why didn’t you say anything?”

he didn’t have an answer, merely dropping his head down to avoid eye contact.

“it’s like i said before, y/n. i… i didn’t think i deserved to be able to tell you.”

“why did you leave me?”

your words rang raw with emotion, hiding the twenty years’ worth of pent up tears and childish fits behind them.

he swallowed, hard.

“shin died.”

oh.

“my parents decided it was best—for them—to just… leave. leave behind this neighborhood where we’d grown up with shin. it was too much for them, i guess.”

you gripped your sheets until they balled up in your fists, overwhelmed with feelings and emotions you thought you’d safely locked away two decades ago.

“you were my first love, you know.”

mikey spoke simply, quietly, as though what he’d just confessed was a simple fact, not to ever be denied or argued with.

“you don’t have to say anyth—”

“stupid,” you cut him off, staring at him with shining eyes brimming with hot tears. “you were mine, too.”

time slowed for mikey, each passing second feeling like an hour as he took in what you’d said.

“and i wanted to confess first.”

you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into you and bringing his lips home, home to yours, and briefly you felt the trickle of a tear that wasn’t yours spill onto your cheek.

your lips were soft on his chapped ones, and for a couple of sweet, sweet moments the two of you stayed together like that, pouring the emotions of two small children who’d never had their feelings validated into this one sweet, simple kiss.

trembling still, you lifted your other hand to caress his cheek, wiping away the tear that had already fallen and mixed with yours.

he caught your wrist, wrapping his other arm around you, doing what he’d wanted to do ever since the day he left you back then—holding your body close to his, he tried to remember every bit of detail of how your body fit perfectly in his arms, how it felt so right holding you, and never wanting to let go.

his tongue slipped past your lips, dancing with yours in a slow waltz as if silently apologizing for not having done this earlier.

you moved your arms to wrap around his torso instead, guiding him onto the bed where you lay, and he knelt with one knee between your thighs, hovering over your body as he kissed you.

it were as though a little voice in your head continued to chant it’s mikey! he loves me! he loves me too! in disbelief, and you grew so tired of the incessant chatter that you let yourself go, leaving your mind blank as you entrusted yourself to mikey.

“can i?” he whispered, pulling slightly at the loosened strap of your sleep tank.

you nodded, studying his face up close as you hadn’t been able to do for over two decades.

“you’ve aged,” you laughed softly, rubbing gentle circles into his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“because i missed you too much,” he replied simply, nothing but sincerity shining through his dark eyes.

that silenced you, and you merely lay there, letting him push your strap down your shoulder as he leaned down, pressing featherlight kisses down the line of your neck and collarbone.

his breath tickled you, and you trembled beneath him, prompting him to stop in concern.

“is this okay? should i stop?” he asked, searching your eyes for an answer to an unspoken question.

you shook your head. “it’s nothing, don’t worry—i’m just… i’m just happy.”

the relief was evident in his face, and he attempted to hide his smile by burying his face in the crook of your neck, cradling the back of your head in his palm.

“i’m sorry for not telling you earlier, the moment i met you,” he confessed. “i wanted to, especially since i didn’t even know that the other girl was going to be you. but i thought that maybe telling you would fuck things up, and i didn’t want to risk not seeing you again.”

you squeezed his shoulder tight, understanding.

“i get it, mikey,” you said, smiling inadvertently at the way his childhood nickname slipped so easily from your lips. “nothing’s changed in the way i feel for you. i love you, still.”

his face burned, and he stayed silent, his mind and chest bursting with so many feelings that he had no room left for words. instead, silently he continued to pepper your skin with kisses, peeling away the blanket that separated your bodies.

you gasped lightly as the cool air rushed around your bare skin, his hand gliding along the line of your waist to hitch under the hem of your tanktop, resting finally at the area just below your rib cage.

if he was going to be honest, he was afraid to touch you still. afraid to make a wrong move, afraid to scare you away and afraid to ruin this golden chance he had at pursuing the lifetime love that he’d tried so ardently to lock away.

sensing his hesitation, you took his hand in yours and guided it up to your breasts, entangling your other hand in his hair.

he understood, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers, blood rushing to his cock at the sound of your pitchy breaths. his other hand dipped below the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them delicately until you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down, exposing your panties.

mikey lifted his head, drinking in the sight of your nearly naked body beneath his. on so many restless nights—nights that he couldn’t say he was particularly proud of—he’d imagined what it would feel like to finally have you, finally have confessed and finally be able to love you, all of you like he’d always wanted to do.

shyly, you tugged too at his shirt, a cute attempt at lifting it over his shoulders.

chuckling, he sat up and pulled it off in one go, leaving you slightly stunned, unable to string any words together as you examined the gentle ripples his muscles made each time he moved. silvery scars lined his skin here and there, littering his chest and even parts of his stomach.

noticing your diverted attention, he dipped down to plant a light kiss to your forehead.

“i’m okay, don’t worry. they didn’t hurt me—i’m really strong, you know.”

“oh yeah? if you’re so strong, then how’d you get these scars in the first place?” you quipped.

“what? strong people can’t get scars?” you both chuckled, and gone were your anxieties and worries.

he undid his pants, sliding them off easily and flinging them to the side in one motion, and slid your panties down your legs in the next.

“so pretty,” he breathed, unthinkingly bringing his finger down to your wet slit, gathering up the juices that had started to pool and staring at the way it strung to his fingers even as he pulled away.

you found yourself yearning even more for his touch, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation of where he would touch you next.

he brought his finger to his tongue, licking at the slick that remained.

“so sweet,” he continued, and your pussy throbbed at his words.

pulling down his boxers, you watched as his cock sprung free, slapping his abs.

he stroked it languidly as he bent over you, lining himself up with your dripping cunt.

“are you sure?” he asked you, darkened eyes sure to catch any hint of ingenuity.

you nodded wordlessly, lifting your hands to rest on his shoulders.

you swore that the moment he entered you must have been the most heavenly thing you’d experience, the instant in which the two of you finally got what you wanted—it felt so good, so so good that it almost felt too good to be true, and your synchronous moans filled the room, invisibly settling in the air, surrounding your bodies.

your grip on his shoulders grew tighter, your knuckles whitening from the pressure.

a whispered string of curses fell from mikey’s lips as he threw his head back, basking in the pleasure your walls brought him, squeezing and pulsing around his size.

you wrapped your legs tight around his lower back, keeping him in you, moaning as you did so.

“f-fuck, mikey,” you mewled, straining your neck from the way he filled you up.

“say it again,” he panted, hips stuttering at your words. “my name—say it again, please—”

“oh’m god, mikey—feels s’good,” you breathed, eyebrows furrowing as he continued to hit that perfect, fleshy spot inside you.

he groaned, nearly unraveling in that very second. his thrusts grew longer and harder, his balls slapping the curve of your ass with each stroke.

your nails dug crescent shapes into his shoulder blades as you cried out, the feeling of being so utterly filled up only adding to the pressure you felt in your lower stomach.

mikey pressed a thumb to your clit, rubbing soft, sloppy circles into the tight bud in hopes of hearing you cry out harder, cry out his name harder, louder, so that your voice would carry through the thin walls of your apartment and reach your neighbors, unsuspecting strangers who knew nothing of the love between you two but would know going forward that you were his, and he was yours.

“s-so tight,” he muttered, as if in disbelief. “so good, all f’r me, all mine, right love?”

you nodded desperately, heat flooding over your entire body as you felt that knot in your stomach threaten to burst.

one particularly hard thrust later, and you broke, melting into a puddle in his arms, coming undone in the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm.

he held you tight, fucking you even through your spasms, hoping to draw out every last moan and mewl you had left inside you.

your pussy fluttered around him as he fucked you through your high, squeezing and pulling him in deeper each time he attempted to pull out, and he was unsure of how much longer he could possibly last.

“mmnh—! ‘s too much, too much mikey,” you gasped, your whole body left trembling.

but he paid you no attention, rutting into you ruthlessly just so he could hear the squelch of your pussy sucking him in one more time.

he lowered his head to latch onto your nipple, sucking and massaging your breasts with his hand, wiping your mind entirely blank.

“mik—mikey!” you whined.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he cooed, lifting his head from your chest. “let me show you how much i love you.”

once again burying his head in your chest, he continued to pump into you, chasing his own release.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice feverish and nearly delirious. “can’t believe i finally get to have you, get to do what i’ve been dreamin’ of—”

the way your pussy clenches around him at his words drives him over the edge, and with a breathy whine he let go, holding you tight as his cum filled you up, painting your wet walls a warm white, his cock twitching inside with each spurt.

you wrapped your legs tight around him, keeping him in you as he whimpered, hips stuttering through his release.

and there you lay, bodies intertwined to become one, mixed juices dripping from your lips and down the insides of your thighs.

for a few peaceful moments, the only sounds disrupting the serenity of your room were those of your labored breathing and the rustling of your sheets as he brought his arm up to cradle your head once more.

“i told you already and i know you know,” he started, speaking into your neck. “but i love you, y/n, love you so much and always have.”

you stroked his hair affectionately, smiling though he couldn’t possibly see it.

“yeah, i know. and listen—i told you already ‘nd i know you know, but i love you too, mikey.”

“y/n.”

“hmm?”

“be mine? it’s… it’s all i ever wanted.”

his tone was quiet, sincere, hesitant, even, as his heart flew to his throat, anticipating your answer.

you hugged him tight, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing him impossibly harder.

“is this you renewing your marriage proposal?” you giggled.

“you remembered that?” he asked bashfully, after a beat of silence.

“how could i forget? did you!?”

“no, no, just surprised is all.” he swallowed, hoping to embed this moment forever into his memory. “well… what if i said yes?”

“like, this is a renewal of that old proposal?”

“depends.”

you broke out into a wide smile, hands balling into fists at his back.

“then what if i said yes to your proposal?”

“i’d tell you i loved you again.”

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