#mira's imagines

[game-set-canet]

hi!! i wasn’t sure if your asks are open or not, so please ignore this if they’re closed, or if you don’t like the request ofc

i would love a friends to lovers jannik sinner x reader, where they’re mixed doubles partners and after they win an important match they end up accidentally confessing to each other

thank you so much!! i would love to be tagged in any future tennis fics as well <3

Final feelings

Pairing: Jannik Sinner x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it turned out way different than I intended 🙈 i had like 3 different drafts for the ''confessing to each other'' but the other two didn't feel right, so i hope it's this way 🤗💙

* Y/N = your name * Y/L/N = your last name

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(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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It’s not the first time that Jannik and you are playing mixed doubles at a tournament. But this is the first time you two made it to the semi-finals in a slam.

You still remember the wave of disbelief and joy that hit you when your opponents' return sailed out of the court, and it was clear that you and Jannik had reached the semi-finals of Roland Garros.

You still remember how you ran towards each other and hugged each other tight.

An Italian newspaper headlined "Two friends in the semi-finals of the French Open!".

friends.

You close your eyes and sigh: “friends” isn’t the right word to describe your relationship. It’s more than friendship. At least from your side.

From the other side of the court, you watch Jannik laughing at a joke from his physio and your heart grows heavy.

You would never dare to talk to him about your true feelings for him, you are too afraid to hurt this special bond between you, but at the same time you don't know how much longer you can handle this situation.

At first you were angry with yourself: Who falls in love with one of their friends?

But then again: How could someone not fall in love with Jannik?

You rub your face and try to banish the thoughts from your mind. It was hopeless. Jannik only sees you as a friend.

As you reach for your racket and slowly jog to your position to resume the practise session with Jannik and your coaches, you are too busy with yourself to notice the intense gaze and loving smile with which Jannik looks at you.

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

“Game, Set, Match, Sinner et Y/L/N”

You jump towards Jannik, both of you beaming with joy. You are hugging each other, jumping up and down in the rhythm of the chanting of your fans.

“We are in the finals!”, Jannik is almost shouting to down the cheering of the crowd, “Can you believe this?!”

No, you can’t. Both of you lost your single matches yesterday and you were insecure about today’s double match.

You never expected to reach the mixed double final in Roland Garros.

It’s your first ever final in a slam and now you will fight for the trophy together with Jannik. The thought sends shivers down your spine.

His arm is still around your shoulders, you feel the heat radiating from him.

You can’t take your eyes off the smile with which Jannik looks at the fans: he looks so happy.

So beautiful.

You want to kiss him.

Suddenly he turns his head and looks down at you.

His eyes pause at your forehead: “Wait, you have some clay in your face!”, he raises his right hand to brush the sand from your forehead with gentle, regular movements, “Let me remove it!”

Your cheeks heat up and you inevitably hold your breath.

Abruptly he looks you straight in the eye, his hand strokes down to your cheek and remains there for a moment.

You want to kiss him so bad.

But you won’t.

Your heart aches as you take a silent breath and step away from his touch. You walk over to the interviewer who is already waiting for the winner's interview.

You don’t see Jannik's sad look as you turn away from him.

The interviewer was very charming and didn’t ask the same boring questions as the other interviews here.

“Jannik, Y/N and you are an amazing team, and we know you two are great friends…we want to give you the chance to say something nice to your talented partner!”  

Jannik looks very surprised by this comment and bites his lip as he takes a deep breathe: “Well, you know, what can I say? I think I have the best possible partner. She saved those three match balls all by herself – I didn’t do much.”, everyone on the court and on the stands was laughing.

Technically he is right: you were the one who – somehow – returned every serve of your opponents.

“But as you said: She is very talented, definitely the best partner I can dream of -”he stumbles over his own words, his eyes widening as he realises what he just said, “when…on…for the tennis court!”

“Y/N”, he suddenly approaches you with your name, “I think I’m really lucky that you choose to play with me. Reaching my first ever slam final together with you is something very special.”, you feel that you are turning red because of his words – because you know he really means them – while he hesitates for a moment, “I think we are a perfect team: we complete each other and you understand me – even when I don’t know what I’m doing…I love you-”, his voice breaks, but in the next moment he continues to speak – faster, louder and more emphatically than before, his hands clawing into his shirt sleeves, trembling,  “love your playing style!”

Some fans are laughing, some are clapping but you can only stare at him: Did he just say “I love you”?

You feel dizzy and your field of vision is blurring – you need to hold on the microphone stand in front of you.

“No, of course he didn’t!”, an energetic voice taunts you in your head, “He just misspoke or mispronounced the words! He loves your playing style!"

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Jannik’s and your teams and the two of you are sitting together in one of the lounges of the hotel. The atmosphere between you and Jannik was kinda tense. You haven't really talked to each other since the end of the interview.

“Jannik, I think we still need to work on your English!”, his physio laughs at the Italian, “Today’s interview was a bit…unlucky.”

Both of you turn red because of his words but it’s your coach who breaks the silents: “Why?”

His physio laughs even louder: “Because he misspoke and almost said ‘I love you’ in front of the whole crowd.”, his eyes are wandering back and forth between Jannik and you, “That was very embarrassing! I mean, just think about it!”

You wrap your arms around yourself and lower your head: Yes, it was probably truly ridiculous. You have always had self-doubt about the feeling of love. Or rather: whether someone would love you.

And even though you know that the physio doesn't really mean it, it's an inner voice that tells you that it would be really ridiculous to love you. Tears come to your eyes.

And Jannik notices it.

Jannik's thoughts are racing and before he can think it over he says in a trembling voice: “I didn’t misspeak.”

Suddenly everyone was dead silent.

After some minutes it was again his physio who mugs: “What?”

“I didn’t misspeak or mispronounced.”, Jannik avoids looking at you, instead he focuses on the ugly carpet in front of him, “I was a coward and got cold feet.”

Your mind was blank, it was difficult for you to form your question: “What do you mean with that?”

Seconds pass without Jannik showing any reaction.

Your coach jumps up from the couch: “Alright! Everybody out! I think, we should leave them alone!”, he nods to the door, “They have some things to talk about!” The other team members follow his example and leave the room slowly – some look at you curiously.  

Moments pass by but none of you says a thing.

After almost five minutes of silence, you gather all your courage and whisper: “Jannik?”

The Italian presses his lips together but quietly says: “I lied.”, he is pale and looks very nervous, “I don’t love your playing style.”, he glances at you from the side of his eyes, “I mean, yes, I love it but…that wasn’t what I wanted to say.”

You feel your heart pounding against your chest, and you are almost shaking as you ask: “And what do you wanted to say?”

Jannik turns his head to – finally – look you in the eyes: “I'm afraid to say it out loud. I'm afraid that if I say it out loud, I'll...”, he shakes his head and stands up, pacing up and down the room, “I'm afraid I'll destroy something.”

You stand in his way and reach for his hand: “You can’t destroy anything, Jannik.”, it hurts to say the next words aloud, “We will always be friends.”

Jannik clasps your hands and shakes his head: “But I don’t wanna be friends…I…I want…more… I think…it’s…you…”

Suddenly all fear was blown away. All the dark thoughts were gone and all you can think of was Jannik. Jannik how he is standing in front of you, stammering and clearly nervous.

You take his face between your hands: “I love you.” Jannik stares at you before he closes the last distance between you and puts his lips on yours.

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[captainharlock]

made up an entire fake zero escape dead by daylight collab chapter with my friend who really likes dbd after i got her to play 999. i was thinking it would be called "seek a way out". kind of obsessed.

[noisyghost]

just put a bandaid on it

[polarsirens]

some very disjointed scenes i remember from this week's ep

[medi-bee]

isat pokemon au, my liege?

my rambling in tags

[janghyungf]

OMG SHES SO PRETTYYY

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[kkurades]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STAR CHILD aib characters having a s/o who is a kpop idol (headcannons!)

hikari kuina —

( before borderland!)

- she would be your biggest fan and supporter

- she’s definitely coming to all your concerts

- probably would have stalked you online

- listens to your songs when you are busy practicing and she misses you

- would be best friends with all of your group members

- they would all adore her oml

- she’d definitely steal your clothing but you don’t mind

- your fans would also adore her

- you’re her wallpaper and phone case lol

- she’d collect all of your picture cards and switches it online whenever she gets someone else

- she would be so embarrassed when she’d show you her room which was covered in posters with you on them

- likes to watch your interviews whenever she’s bored

- would 100% accompany you to any events and would fit right in

- but if you have to keep it secret you’d tell everyone that she’s your best friend

- she would do your makeup whenever she can

- will kiss your forehead right before your concert for luck

- she’ll teach you how to defend yourself from any perverts

( in borderland!)

- when you entered the beach her jaw dropped

- she was almost drooling at the sight of you

- chishiya would be so confused lol

- she’d nervously approach you after having stared at you for like ten minutes straight

- would blush anytime you’d smile at her

- she felt like she could faint when you sat down next to her at the bar

- kuina would be so annoyed whenever a guy tried to hit on you and had to resist rolling her eyes

- would protect you from anyone 24/7

- knows all your songs by heart

mira kano —

( before borderland! )

- she would listen to you while working on her plans bc your voice soothed her

- after a while she wanted to know whose angelic voice has been helping her for the past few months

- the moment she saw your face pop up on her screen she was in love

- she carefully planned a meeting where she would make you fall for her

- her mission to make you fall in love with her went smoothly

- she’d kiss you lovingly when you came home everyday after practise

- would be so proud and would show it

- she’d hide her sadistic side from you to make sure that you won’t leave her

- does anything you ask for

- makes you food everyday and makes sure that you stay healthy

( in borderland! )

- she would have been so fascinated by you

- she makes sure that she can protect you from the militants while trying not to seem suspicious

- it started with soft smiles and long eye contact but it developed into passionate kisses and loving words

- won’t hesitate to kill someone if they wronged you (not openly but through the games)

- makes sure that you get easy games with a 100% chance of surviving

- loves it when you sing to her

morizono aguni —

( before borderland! )

- would be your own personal bodyguard

- keeps paparazzi away from you

- doesn’t know anyone from the industry but will attentively listen to you when you rant about it

- will come to most of your concerts but don’t expect him to sing along

- he will tap his foot to the beat tho

- hatter will beg him to meet you

- you’d become best friends with hatter and aguni wouldn’t know how to feel about it

- definitely regrets introducing you to hatter bc now he always demands to go to your concerts

- he claims that hatter is a bad influence

- your group members would be so intimidated by him lol

- hates going to events but does it anyway because he wants to keep you safe

- he’ll turn up the radio whenever he hears one of your songs playing

- but will immediately turn it back down when it ends

- your fans would definitely make memes about him lol

- he would roll his eyes anytime someone mentions it

- people would be so confused as to why someone like you would date someone like him

- idk why but i feel like he would be kinda insecure about it but won’t tell a soul

( in borderland! )

- would meet you during a spades game

- thinks you’re attractive but also thinks you’ll die first

- is surprised when he finds out that you have the best condition out of everyone

- sticks to you like a bug because he likes you but won’t say it

- you’d have to start all the conversations

- at first he wouldn’t know what kpop is lol

- so when you tell him you were a kpop idol before the borderland he would be like ‘a what??’

- after you explain he’d be like ‘cool’

- he’ll search the city to find a cd/poster of you

- would be kinda weirded out how there is a whole ass shop with your face everywhere

- will find a picture card of you to carry around in his pocket

- tries to keep your overenthusiastic fans away

- especially the good looking ones

- likes it when you hum one of your songs under your breath while cuddling

- would listen to kpop songs for you and only you

rizuna ann —

( before borderland! )

- would be so annoyed by paparazzi

- she’d make sure you stay healthy and makes sure that you rest enough

- your group members would be kinda intimidated by her but would like her eventually

- she would talk to your manager whenever she sees that you’re uncomfortable in the clothing that you had to wear during a performance

- doesn’t often come to your concerts because she’s a busy woman but would if you ask her to

- finds it amusing when people find out that she’s dating the famous y/n

- she would make sure that you eat enough and will always make you something to eat for during practice

- you would definitely spoil her and she wouldn’t really mind it unless it’s really really really expensive but you won’t budge when she tells you to return it

- she will shamelessly walk around the house in your clothing

( in borderland! )

- wouldn’t know who you are

- probably heard someone talking about you in the hallways

- would be annoyed whenever someone flirts with you

- overprotective but won’t actually act on it??

- you will spend a lot of time around dead bodies if you want some quality time

- won’t let niragi 6 feet near you

- makes sure that you are always safe and checks for injuries after games

- silently hums her favourite song of your group under her breath while she works

ryohei arisu —

( before borderland! )

- hardcore fan

- buys every piece of merch even when you’re dating

- you always having to tell him to stop buying it because you could just give it to him for free

- he won’t listen tho

- will blast your songs in any car

- would be annoyed anytime his brother speaks with you

- karube and chota would straight up laugh in his face when he tells them he’s dating you

- but when he invites you to hang out with them they’d stare at you for at least five minutes

- arisu has to keep chota as far away as possible bc he keeps staring at you and it’s freaking him out

- while he also has to make sure that karube doesn’t flirt with you 24/7 lol

- worried about you because of the amount of hours that you have to train

- loves to see you wearing his clothes

- likes to read all the kpop drama

- would go to all your concerts and events

- but at your events he would feel so awkward

- upset over the fact that you have to keep your relationship on the low

- always makes sure that you eat, sleep and drink enough while he’s dying from dehydration

- he knows the choreography of your dances like the back of his hand

- he sings your songs like the national anthem while he showers

- you always save him the same seat at concerts that he loves because he claims to have the best view

- is your biggest supporter

- i’m almost a 100% sure that he has read every y/n fanfic there is

( in borderland! )

- won’t believe his eyes

- usagi had to hold him back from running up to you and asking for your signature

- you would find his silliness amusing

- would blush anytime you’d touch him even if you had to pull him away before he’d get shot

- staring at you 24/7

- you would be kinda freaked out but you’re used to it

- would definitely have gone to at least three of your concerts before the borderland

- makes sure that you’re safe during the games

- would definitely be jealous anytime a good looking person talks to you but he trusts you completely

shuntaro chishiya —

( before borderland! )

- he’d watch your interviews even though he claims that he doesn’t

- absolutely loathes paparazzi

- would hum your songs under his breath whenever he’s alone

- i feel like he’d have a shelf with all of your albums on it but won’t speak to you about it

- he’d feel so annoyed whenever you’d wear high heels because he’s so short

- would find it attractive tho

- while he doesn’t like physical contact in public he’ll often hold your hand if you get nervous because of paparazzi/fans

- will stalk your instagram

- uses your eyeliner and eyeshadow

- would smirk whenever one of your fans says that he’s hot

- he’d make sure that you stay healthy

- he’ll have a tea cup with your face on it but he would hide it from you

- he will kiss you softly after you have a hard day

( in borderland! )

- he honestly wouldn’t care tbh

- would be glad that you and kuina get along

- he’d kinda get annoyed if kuina is one of your fans and talks about you 24/7

- the reason is that he’d be like ‘she’s my girlfriend??’

- and kuina would then say ‘so?’

- and he’d roll his eyes before telling her to go find her own gf instead of obsessing over his

- he’d hate it whenever someone approaches you and starts flirting when he’s standing right beside you

- during games people will often recognise you and chose to stay with you

- he’ll use it to his advantage and won’t hesitate to use them as bait if needed

- thinks you’re soft so he’ll try to keep you out of harm’s way

- secretly plans on going to one of your concerts as soon as you leave borderland

- listens to your music whenever he’s wearing his earphones

suguru niragi —

( before borderland! )

- man would be shocked but he wouldn’t show it

- he says he doesn’t listen to kpop but secretly does

- purposely puts an arm around you to show the world that you’re taken

- he always looks good whenever the paparazzi takes a picture of you two

- only goes to concerts if you ask him to (borderline beg him to)

- while he almost never goes to the concert he does always pick you up

- likes going to events because they make him feel important since he’s surrounded by rich people but he’s only there bc of you lol

- won’t let paparazzi bother you

- will get overprotective of you whenever you feel uncomfortable

- he’s going to let everyone know that he’s dating the famous kpop idol y/n

( in borderland! )

- he’d just think you’re hot

- when you tell him though he’s surprised but doesn’t show it

- says that it’s stupid but thinks it’s literally so cool

- you will have to hold him back from attacking your fans lol

- he’s your personal guard dog

- protects you at all costs

- makes sure that your songs are blasting through every possible speaker on the beach

- hot make out sessions oml

- if you ever wrote a love song he’d go around telling people that you wrote it about him even though you didn’t even know that he existed before all of this happened

- he’d definitely take advantage of the fact that your very agile during your private time

takatora samura —

( before borderland! )

- let’s be honest guys the only possible way for you two to meet is through the internet

- i mean this dude practically doesn’t leave the house

- he would’ve liked one edit of you on tiktok and now your the only thing that’s on his fyp lol

- he wouldn’t know who you were and just thought that you sing pretty and look attractive

- i feel like he’d love your songs because they are so comforting and relatable

- then he’d look you up and follow you on instagram

- he’d probably write about your extraordinary on his blog

- his jaw would drop when you liked his post and left a thank you in his comment section

- after a while he would buy himself a ticket to one of your concerts bc he enjoyed your music

- he was slightly late so there weren’t much people outside

- you had also gone outside to mentally prepare yourself when he caught your eye

- you would smile at him and wave which he shyly returned

- unfortunately your short meeting had to end bc the concert was about to start

- i honestly have no clue as to how he managed to catch your attention later on but he did

- he’d go to all of your concerts knowing that singing is one of your passions

- absolutely hates going to events with every fiber in his body

- he’d be literally so supportive of you omg

( in borderland! )

- the moment that you walked into the beach for the first time his eyes were glued to you

- after a while you noticed his unwavering stare and smiled at him which made his face heat up slightly

- fortunately for him his face was covered by his tattoos

- when he found out that you are a kpop idol he started following you to make sure that nobody would do something to you

- when you kept seeing him everywhere you went you decided to greet him one morning after you saw him standing in the hallway not too far from your room

- man was flabbergasted but managed to hide it

- he just nodded at you in return so you made it a routine to wish him a good morning whenever you saw him guarding your room

- he’d never make a move even if he wanted to so you’ll have to do all the work

- whenever you tell him his tattoos look pretty he would blush so hard oml

- when fans recognise you in borderland they would be so shocked to find out that you’re dating him

- he’d definitely get your initials tattooed on his body

- you’d also decided to get his tattooed but really really small and somewhere where you can’t see it bc you’re an idol

- when he finds it he would be so obsessed with it

- he would pull out his katana to anyone who even dares to make you uncomfortable

- in public he’d stay slightly behind you to make sure that nobody can harm you in any way

- in private though he won’t let go of you

- your shared room would be filled with soft kisses and sweet words (mostly coming from you)

- he would roll his eyes anytime niragi would approach you

- you’re his first and only priority

yuzuha usagi —

( before borderland! )

- her dad would be your biggest fan oml

- i feel like he’d always put on your music during car rides

- she definitely discovered you through her dad

- would feel attracted to you and would like your music but that’s kinda it??

- until she meets you oml

- my girl has almost heart eyes but manages to hide it

- would shyly smile at you while her dad asks you for your signature

- you’d secretly give her one of your phone numbers with a ‘text me :)’ message written next to it

- she would be so shocked but when she turned to look back at you, you were already meeting other fans

- she rushes home with her dad to text you

- would smile so widely when you reply

- your daily texts and phone calls would increase and eventually you would want to meet her again

- you arrange a meeting where no one would recognise you

- when you make your relationship official you decided to keep it private

- she’d invite you over to dinner with her dad to officially meet him

- this man would be so in shock

- but he still manages to interrogate you about your intentions

- when he goes missing you’ll be the one to comfort her despite your busy scheme

( in borderland! )

- i think she would recognise you from somewhere but wouldn’t really know

- she would befriend you during a game when you help her

- while time passes you would become closer and more comfortable

- you’d tell her stories about how you travelled to all across the world for your job while she told you about her dad

- she would be comforted by you and will slowly fall for you

- soft kisses before games

- a lot of hand holding

- comforting words at night

- she will always make sure that you are alright

- during one of her searches for food she will see a kpop shop

- she would search for any cd’s, pictures, etc and would always carry it on her

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

[aliceinborderlandscrolls]

Alice In Borderland

(Y/N) in Borderland

Getting Wasted With The Executives

(Y/N): “Unhand me devil spawn! I refuse to join your legion of darkness!”

Niragi: “I didn’t even touch you, idiot!”

(Y/N): “Your aura did!”

Niragi: “The fuck is that suppose to mean?!”

(Y/N): *stands on the table* That you need to be exercised back to where you came from!”

Mira: “Oh my… How much did they drink?”

An: “Chishisya here dared them to drink ten shots.”

Chishiya: *smirks* “I didn’t do anything, they came to the conclusion to prove me wrong themselves.”

Niragi: “Do you want to die?!”

(Y/N): *points at Niragi* “Bring it! I got the power of God and Kuina on my side!”

Kuina: *snorts*

Hatter: *laughing his ass off*

Niragi: “That’s it!” *lunges at the table*

(Y/N): *screams and jumps off* “Aguni help!”

Aguni: *sighs and stands up*

Samura: *watches the entire fight unfold*

Kuzuryu: “We’re never letting them get drunk again. This is chaos.”

Mahiru: *chuckles* “Agreed.”

[princemonarchempress]

Had a very vague half-baked Hadestown au on the back of my brain a while back

It didn't go much beyond an excuse to draw siffrins of various siffrinage as the fates... yes i know the change god doesn't technically count as a Siffrin but i was running out

but some unfinished comics below the cut

[rwrbsource]

FirstPrince In Every Universe » Formula One

Alex Claremont Diaz has always been the underdog. Going through karting and F3 as one of the few kids not being supported by rich and connected parents, he had made it to his rookie season in F1 on pure talent. He had earned being called F1's newest Wunderkind - if only people would stop comparing him to Henry Fox. Fox who's two Championship title's may have dispelled any nepo baby discussions but certainly had not fooled Alex. He still remembers the arrogance Henry had bought to every karting race in their teenage years, no matter how much he now tried to present himself as everything but. Henry Fox has spend his childhood running around the Mercedes garage, cheering on his father. All that stopped when Arthur Fox tragically passed in a racing accident while chasing his third F1 Championship title. Now over a decade later Henry has followed his father's footsteps as far as they had lead him and is going into the newest season as the projected frontrunner, all but set to earn his third title. If only his feelings on his childhood rival wouldn't get in his way, now that Alex has earned himself a seat in the Ferrari team.

[game-set-canet]

Amazing to see your requests are open :) please may I have one with jealous Jannik! I don’t really have much context other than that… perhaps your relationship isn’t public so someone flirts with you at an event and he gets all puppy eyed sad? And you have to reassure him :(

I only see your face

Pairing: Jannik Sinner x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it took me really long to write this because it honestly breaks my heart to think that Jannik gets sad 🙈 the imagine didn't work out the way I had planned it but i hope you like it, lovely anon 💕

* Y/N = your name

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(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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The life of a tennis player is much more than playing matches and practicing every day. It also contains media work, photoshoots, sponsor events and doing things normal people don’t do. Like keeping your relationship a secret.

Jannik und you started dating three and a half months ago and you two are in a relationship for two months now. But your managers agreed that it would be strategically better to keep the relationship a secret: "We are currently looking for new sponsors, Y/N...it just works better if it looks like that you are concentrating completely and 100% on your career.”

Although you hate to admit it, your managers might be right: Apparently some people (and a lot of journalists) seem to think being in a relationship distracts you from playing tennis and no sponsor invests in distracted tennis players.

All these things mean that you had to go alone to the evening reception that the Italian sports federation organises for all tennis athletes. Usually you love events like this because they give you the opportunity to dress up and meet with all the other players off the tennis court.

You spend two hours getting ready for the evening: doing your make-up, dressing up in a wonderful dark green gown and a friend of you spend almost 30 minutes doing your hair.

You look amazing.

But you don’t feel like it.

Because you would prefer sweatpants, a messy hair bun and cuddling with Jannik on the ugly couch in your hotel room over this fancy evening event without Jannik.

Well, technically Jannik is here.

Looking really stunning in his dark blue suit. But since you are only allowed to look at him from distance and shouldn’t be near him, the evening will be anything but beautiful.

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

After the official welcome ceremony you find yourself in a conversation with Matteo Berrettini, discussing the upcoming French Open, when Lorenzo Musetti joins you.

Lorenzo nods at Matteo before he turns to you and smiles broadly at you: “Y/N, you look really breathtaking tonight! The colour of your dress really brings out your eyes!”

You blink in surprise and clear your throat: “Uhm, thank you, Lorenzo…”, you feel your face heat up, “That’s really - uhm - nice of you.”

You give Matteo a help-seeking look, but he only looks at the other player, puzzled.

Lorenzo doesn’t notice your embarrassment as he continues talking while he steps closer to you: “You caught my eye the moment you walked in the room!”

You try to recreate the distance between you and take a step back, but bump into the edge of the table behind you. You can’t think of a thing to say since you are too confused: Why is Lorenzo flirting with you?!

It’s Matteo who breaks the silence: “Alright, I have to go! I need to talk with Jannik about swapping practise courts tomorrow!”, he smiles at both of you, although he still looks very irritated.

You curse Matteo on the inside: Why is he leaving you here alone now?!

Lorenzo doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t even pay attention at Matteo and just continues smiling at you.

“And I wanted to congratulate you on winning the tournament last week!”, he runs his fingers through his hair with an elegant gesture, “You played some incredible tennis – I watched all of your matches.”

From the corner of your eye you see Matteo approaching Jannik, talking to him while laughing before nodding in your direction.

You see how Jannik's facial expressions slip away as he stares at Lorenzo and you. At first he looked very confused and a bit angry but the moment Lorenzo winks at you all you can see in Jannik's face is sadness.

“I can’t wait for Roland Garros to start! It’s gonna be one hell of a tournament.”, suddenly Lorenzo steps in front of you, “And I’m sure you will play fantastic! You always do and-“

Although you can’t see Jannik anymore, your heart still aches because of the hurt expression on his face. Without thinking twice you interrupt Musetti: “Lorenzo, this is very nice of you but please stop it.” You try to give your words a sharp but polite undertone.

Lorenzo freezes and looks at you in shock: “I…okay, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to-” He is all red in the face and smiles insecurely.

“No, it’s not that…I mean, let’s forget it, okay? I-“, over his shoulder, you see Jannik leaving Matteo and walking through the crowd to the bar, you turn away from Lorenzo, calling back over your shoulder: “I have to go, I’m sorry!”

You don’t wait for Lorenzo to answer. You rush over to the bar while trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, you don’t want to attract too much attention.

“Hi!”, you almost whisper as you join Jannik at the bar.

His head snaps up, clearly surprised about you approaching him: “Hey Y/N”, he smiles at you – although you can still see the sadness in his eyes.

You close the distance between the two of you and lean against the bar, your shoulders are almost touching. You are hesitating for a moment before you take a deep breath and look at him: “Are you…is everything okay?”

Jannik closes his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips together: “Yeah, sure, why not?”

He tries to sound completely calm and collected, but you can hear he is hurt.

You hate seeing him like this. You hate how he tries to cover his feelings.

“You know why.”, slowly you reach for his hand and hook your little finger with his.

For a second Jannik just stares at your intertwined fingers before he starts shaking his head: “There is- it’s…we shouldn’t talk. We agreed on pretending not to be…you know.”, he pulls his hand away, although you can see that he hates it.

“Jannik, Musetti was just-”

Jannik quickly interrupts you: “I…it’s ok.”, he avoids looking at you.

“No, it’s not!”, you try to lean closer to him, to tilt your head to finally catch his gaze, “I can see that it’s not.”

Only a few centimetres separate you from each other now. All you want is to hug him and tell him how sorry you are for this whole situation, that you couldn’t careless that Lorenzo Musetti was flirting with you and that he is the only one for you. Jannik seems to

Jannik seems to notice that you want to say something, because he steps aside and gives you a quick look: “Y/N, not here!”

You sigh deeply: “Ok…”

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

You leave the event only ten minutes after Jannik left. It took you only 20 minutes to head back to the hotel, take the elevator and finally knock on Jannik’s hotel room door.

Jannik immediately answers the door, still in his suit – he only untied the tie, which now hangs loosely around his neck.

You just looked at each other for a few seconds before you step into the room and hug him tightly. Your boyfriend pushes the door with one hand, which quietly falls into the lock before he wraps his arms around you.

For a few minutes you just stand there, holding each other close without saying a word. You buried your face in Jannik’s chest - even though you know you'll get make-up stains on his shirt – while Jannik’s cheek is pressed against your head.

“I hated this evening!”, Jannik is hugging you even tighter now, “You look so wonderful tonight, but I wasn’t able to spend time with you at the event and I hated it so much!”, he presses a quick kiss on your hair, “Everyone looked at you and admired you and…and Lorenzo…he-“

You lift your head to look him in the eyes: “He was flirting with me, yes, but…but he didn’t-”, you place your hand on his cheek and stroke it with you thumb.

“I know, it’s ridiculous that I act like this. I’m sorry, Y/N.”, he smiles sadly and takes a deep breath, “But he wanted to ask you out on a date…I know him well enough to be sure of that!”

“And I would have said no!”

“I know that but…I hate it that he thought about it.”, suddenly his cheeks turn red, and he clears his throat before he continues quietly, “I mean…I don’t want others to…to th-think about you.”

“But you're the only one I'm thinking about!”, you reply, your voice louder than before, “Even if all the players in the whole ATP ranking would ask me out on a date, I'd only say yes to you!”

Jannik winces at the thought of that but nods a little: “I know, I know…” But he still seems to be insecure about the whole situation.

So, you take his head between your hands and say: “Jannik, look at me!”, you wait until you look each other straight in the eyes, “I mean it! There is no reason for you to be jealous of anyone!”

“I know, I know…”

“I love you, Jannik.”

Slowly a smile comes over his face and he bend down to kiss you lovingly: “I love you too, Y/N.”

After some time you break the kiss and hug each other instead. There is one thing that - in your eyes – still needs to be said: “And it’s definitely not ridiculous that you feel this way!”, Jannik grins sheepishly at your words, “I know, I would become jealous as well if someone would be flirting with you…”

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[whoseholtz]

today was a fairytale | alexander holtz

pairing : alexander holtz x fem!reader

warnings : one of my first fully written fics, swearing, use of y/n, switch of pov (will be written in italics!)

summary : when reader goes to a devil's game and decides to make a sign asking #10 for a puck in exchange for a lego set and he actually notices her and the day turns out to be like one in a fairytale.

word count : 1.6k

y/n pov

“Girl, it’s a stupid idea, there’s a bunch of signs around the rink why would he choose yours?” your best friend says looking at the sign you made for your favourite player.

She always knew how to ruin the mood.

You slightly adjusted the sign in your hands which read, ‘Can I trade you a Lego set for a puck, #10?’ in a goofy font. The white card had been something you picked up from the craft store on your way home from work, an impulsive decision as always.

“But but but there’s barely any with his name on it, plus who cares, it’s fun okay, and if he actually spots me it’s a bonus,” you smiled clinging onto that little bit of hope that he would see your sign.

“Yeah, I guess,” your friend shrugged as a smirk grew on her face.

“What is it?” you asked knowing that when that smirk appeared there was always a plan brewing in her head.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you are a beautiful hot girl who likes lego oh and he’s a guy who likes girls and lego, get his number girl,” she said jokingly nudging your shoulder.

In what world would ALEXANDER HOLTZ notice you?

“Okay get out of your Wattpad-loving brain, let’s just enjoy warmups and the game,” a smirk forming on your friend's face, “but no high hopes of anything more than the game.”

The lights started dimming in the arena, the colours of the devils shining bright with the booming voices from the speakers announcing the players would be entering the ice soon.

Your friend slapping your arm, “Look how cute they look, they’re Disney princesses with pads.”

“Yes, yes, I know to calm down, we don’t wanna look like the crazy ones,” you replied, being conscious of when #10 entered the ice.

Then there he was, gliding smoothly across the ice.

He could easily be on one of the top lines but he gets treated like shit from the shitty old coaches.

Warm-ups went on like normal, the silly superstitions, and pucks across the ice in every direction.

“He’s good at skating I guess,” your friend said smartly, “he plays for the NHL dipshit, of course, he’s good at skating.”

“I know but I looked at his stats and his ice time is really low and like that means he doesn’t have any chance to get good plays,” your friend shrugged, her eyes following his every move.

All she said was true, he dealt with the game. all he cared about was that he was in the league, the best league in the world for hockey.

Being a player's biggest fan came with the depression of the issues at hand, their places on the lines, their falls and other setbacks that come with being an NHL player, and every day you wish they could be the best and biggest player in the league.

Even harder being on a team with two top first-round picks and a bunch of other players who are raved about all around the league.

“Girl snap the fuck of out, he’s looking at you, right at you holy shit,” your friend said slapping your shoulder, pointing at him skating around in circles, locking eyes with you.

“Oh my god, no way he’s looking at me,” you said, jumping up and down not knowing what to do, stay weird or keep calm and try your best to look hot.

The Lego Ferrari car shook in your hand, the other shaking against the glass trying to keep your cool as he skated towards where you were situated.

—

alex pov

Skating towards such a pretty girl was scary, but the sign caught his eye. he didn’t get many signs, trades even and Lego is his favourite thing, so why wouldn’t he be excited?

The white, red and black sign with the pretty girl holding it couldn’t pass his way, maybe he’d even get a point this game.

Going home after a win but with little ice time and no points didn’t help with his mood. he’d sit on his couch in the dim room questioning why he could never be enough for the team and the league.

He has tried so hard.

—

y/n pov

“No way he’s gonna actually want the set. no way you are getting a puck, oh my god y/n this is crazy ahhh he’s coming towards us,” she said, slapping you repeatedly in the same spot, it was starting to hurt.

“Okay just stop, calm down and look cool girl,” you said, wanting to look as normal as possible for Alexander Holtz.

Tap, tap, tap on the glass.

A red glove right in front of your face, the culprit of the tapping noise.

His adorable smiling face looking at you, signalling to get ready for the puck to be thrown over the ice.

You smiled back and nodded, pulling the sign down, holding your hands ready to catch it, not believing what was going on.

You almost wanted to keep your eyes on him even when the puck had been thrown from his hands, but you obviously couldn’t.

The puck weighing in your hand, your eyes fixated on it.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n the lego set, stop googling at the puck and hand him the bloody lego set,” your friend said, slapping you once again.

“Oh fuck yeah wait, hold the puck while I chuck this thing over the glass,” you said, questioning if all those years of skipping gym were back to bite you.

First try, failed.

Second try, failed.

Third try, failed.

Fourth time, WE GOT IT.

He grinned at you one last time before turning around and skating to the bench to place the set down.

A weird feeling flowed through your body. Almost as if you’d just lost something, a presence and a sense of comfort just poof, gone.

But that thought quickly got taken away when the stadium filled with screams of die-hard fans, with you being one of them.

Somehow you’d made it to your seat already getting ready for the game to start.

You realised your head couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction with him, the puck clinging to your hand.

“Hey hey y/n, maybe loosen your grip on the puck, your knuckles are turning white and we don’t want to leave before the game even starts,” your friend said, nudging you to get your attention.

“Oh shit sorry, it’s just he’s so ahhhh, like oh my god he’s got something in his possession that I bought, with my own money,” you grinned, immediately the wave of regret of spending that much money on a lego set, washing away.

“Well let’s just enjoy this game and hope for a win and a Holtz point,” she said, holding up her overpriced drink to yours.

“I’ll toast to that, to Holtz getting a point and maybe a devil's won.”

—

“AND THE DEVILS WIN THE GAME WITH ALEXANDER HOLTZ AS THE STAR OF THE GAME”

The shock on your face shouldn’t have been that big but when a fourth-line player gets chosen as the star of the game it is huge.

“Girl he did it for you, you are his good luck charm, you need to give him something every game,” your friend yells beside you jumping out of her seat.

“Okay, I get hockey players are superstitious but girl there’s no way, let’s just leave it,” you sighed, your life couldn’t be all butterflies and rainbows.

It was not a Wattpad story, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. He probably just threw out the Lego set, you thought you were insane thinking there was a chance he actually remembered who you were; there’s no way he did.

—

alex pov

He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, how it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. and he got a goal, points, the fucking star of the game.

yeah, he laughed at people saying hockey players are suppositions and yeah he was a tiny bit. he had his routines but it was never that serious, the only thing different about his game was seeing her, locking eyes with her.

The Lego set sitting on his living room table was a reminder of how her smile made him feel, all bubbly inside like he could rule the world.

“Bro stop zoning out it’s scary, you just got star of the game let’s celebrate,” Luke said as he walked past you, he had invited himself in like he did every other night. win or lose he was there.

“Sorry sorry just trying to figure out what happened today that made me play so good.”

“It was totally that girl you were spying on from the start of the game to the end,” Luke joked, “this is the Lego set she gave you right?” he questioned picking it up off the table.

“Hey, don’t touch that,” he yelled, running towards Luke.

“Shit, sorry didn’t think it was such a big deal,” he said dropping the Lego set onto the table again.

“No sorry I just can’t seem to get her out of my head, and the thought I probably will never see her again,” Alexander said slowly sitting down on the couch.

“Okay don’t think about it that way, be happy you’ve somewhat met her and that you are the star, be present,” Luke replied sitting down on the couch like it was his own home, grabbing the remote and flicking some random show on.

“Never say something like that again, it's weird hearing advice from you,” Alex replied, shocked by the words coming out of his mouth.

“HEY,” Luke yelled, slapping him in the process.

It wasn’t like Luke thought, he still felt her presence somewhat, a faint smell of grapefruit which you would only notice if you really paid attention.

He couldn’t get away from the thought of her.

He couldn’t stop wondering when he’d see her again.

a/n :: hi guyssss sorry i've been lacking motivation so this took... a while to publish and stuff so i hope u like it!! tysm for all the love on if i could tell her <33

also i might be making this a series? maybe? don't hold me to that though :}

[pinkmirth]

What do you think Reiner and his s/o would argue about in a relationship? I can't imagine it would last long

BACK TALK, reiner braun !

SYNOPSIS — just a fluffy lil drabble about reiner wanting to take care of you. he doesn’t want to argue, but you’re just so stubborn…

CONTAINS — 1k words of . . . fluff, fem!reader (black coded), “girly-girl” reader, reiner feeds you, lowercase intended, just sappy stuff with this caring gentleman <3 (kinda sorta self indulgent!)

this is a tough one, nonnie…. only because maturity is reiner’s best attribute! picking a problem with you is the last thing this man wants to do, and he’s very slow to anger. you’re right about any disputes not lasting long! even if he tried, reiner can’t stay mad at you.

the most that could happen between you and him are petty squabbles about preferences, something dumb like waffles over pancakes! the pair of you ultimately laugh it off and end up cuddling once all is said and done. It’s hard to envision a topic that could stir such a reaction from him to the point where he’s arguing with you. i think the only thing that would get him going back and forth in an “argument” is if he’s worried about you, but you decide to be stubborn with him.

for instance, you’re tired and have been studying all day, and he just wants you to allow yourself to relax. but! you’re persistent on finishing up your assignments. he’d probably grow upset and insist that you deserve a break . . . (veryyy self indulgent ‘cause i’ve been studying for a gajillion tests lately!)

dull thuds of reiner’s heavy footsteps upon carpet announce his entrance into your room. he strolls around your cozy little home-desk, the one he helped you build a couple months back when the school semester first began. it’s adorned in sanrio stickers galore and polaroid pictures of you and him, nostalgic square photos secured with baby-pink thumbtacks. reiner circles you with a brooding silence, flitting his eyes from the slideshow on your laptop screen to your scribbled notes. you feel him linger behind your chair, but opt on saying nothing.

“baby, c’mon…” reiner calls out, his tone borderline pleading, “you’ve been here for hours.” from behind your seat, he inches in until he’s close enough to rest his weighty hands on your stiffened shoulders. reiner’s warm palms rub along the junction of your neck. it’s helping— he can see it in the way your body slackens in your swivel chair.

“i gotta prep for tomorrow’s test,” his touch brings you to release a lax hum, but you don’t allow yourself to dwell on it for long. the fleeting moment of bliss he provides ends too soon, as you smooth out your oversized baby-pink tee-shirt and begin to refocus on your work.

“have you eaten?” he asks. the shake of your head brings about his frown. you could surely get your work done without depriving yourself of basic needs… all he wants is for you to be well taken care of. “no, not yet.” you spare him a glance before looking back over your laptop.

reiner’s hand shoots out, grabbing your chair and turning you halfway-round to face him. the closeness of his face to yours makes it seem like the perfect opportunity to press your lips to his and linger there for a while. instead, you remain still, choosing a safer route by stealing glances of his handsome attributes. your eyes run across his prominent collarbone peeking through his low-neck sweatshirt, the slight clench of his firm jaw, most especially the raw concern swimming in his honey-golden eyes. “why not?” reiner questions, with his brows drawn tight in worry. you whirl back around, for the sake of your own resolve.

“because i’m studying, reiner.”

“no, you’re cramming.” he corrects. reiner can read you like a damn storybook; it’s almost as though he knows you more than his very own self. “at least i’m drinking water,” you raise a bottle from your desk for emphasis. water sloshes in the cylindrical confines as you set it back down, “happy?”

reiner rolls his tongue and prods at his inner cheek. he decides to pay no mind to your little attitude. “water’s fine, but you need food.”

“a meal would be too heavy for me... i’d probably end up falling asleep.” you haphazardly shoo his suggestion, scribbling bullet points onto your notebook.

“so a snack would be better, then? your favorite fruit is in the fridge downstairs.” reiner turns on his heel, intent on coming back with a bowl of nicely-cut strawberries and mangoes. you reach out, clasping onto him forearm before he zips out of your room and descends the flight of stairs. “it’s okay, reiner.” you assure. the ends of your manicured nails ghost his wrist.

“is it really? ‘cause it’s hard to believe that you don’t want me to get anything at all.” he quirks up a thin brow as he says it. reiner knows just how much you need his support— you’re simply choosing to act like you don’t.

“i’ll get somethin’ to eat later, i promise.” with the twirl of your ballpoint-pen, you’re back to writing. this is his third time checking up on you, and you give him the same answer with every visit. all this stubbornness has gone on long enough.

“you may be busy, but you’re also tired.” he's quick to snatch the pen from your hands, right in the middle of you scrawling a sentence onto lined paper. “hey! reiner, give it—”

“nuh-uh. stop bein’ difficult about it.” he plants a large hand onto the back of your macbook and shuts it closed. you do an over-exaggerated huff, make a pout, throw in a bratty eye roll— he doesn’t care for it. what you need is to allow him take care of you. he can’t let his darling work herself to death, now can he? not in a literal sense, but he wouldn’t forgive himself for allowing this to continue.

“i’ll be right back, okay? and for the love of god, don’t open that goddamn laptop.” he makes his leave. you hear the faint hum of a microwave. it doesn’t take long for him to return, with a steaming plate of food in hand. reiner takes joy in replacing that stupid notebook of yours with the reheated dinner that he cooked up for you over an hour ago.

he pulls up a seat, scoots in close, and brings a hot forkful up to your mouth. “don’t argue. just eat, baby.”

this sly man knows that it’s your favorite food. you have no energy left to brush him off. finally, you give in. with a soft ‘ah’, you allow reiner to feed you. there’s a satisfied gleam in his eye as he stuffs your mouth with bite after bite.

“it’s good?” he softly asks. you cover your mouth while chewing, giving him a sheepish nod. “mm-hm.”

“you feel better, don’t you?” reiner nudges your shoulder with his broader one. you don’t try to fight the smile overtaking your lips. “i do…” you relent, looping your arms around his neck. he firmly hugs you in one arm, and uses his unoccupied hand to hold onto the ceramic plate. over half of the food’s gone.

he hears your quiet, sincere ‘thank you’ murmured into his chest, feels your frame relax against his. “good.” reiner sighs into your hair. he wants you to put yourself first, every single time. “that’s good.”

[devilish-mirage]

Lucky

Soft!Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings; sexual innuendos, slight angst but this is so sweet istg it's giving cavity

Summary; Marc gotta keep his hand to himself but how could he when you looked like that?

Word count; 900+

A/n; this- this is my masterpiece! This is honestly my new favorite fic. Thank u for beta reading this, my beloved fefe @friendlyneighbourhood-parker!

Masterlist

“Are you ready, baby?” Marc peaked his head through the door, his eyes widened for a moment at the sight of you.

You look gorgeous in that dress, it was honestly his favorite dress and you knew that, that’s why you’re wearing it.

“Such a tease.” He murmured under his breath with a smile, then his gaze softened when he saw you struggling to zipped it up.

You stared at him through the reflection on the mirror, smiling when you put your hands down, you gave up on zipping the zipper on the back since you couldn’t reach it.

“Well, hello there sexy. Mind lending me a hand?” He grinned, nodding and wasted no time making his way to you, softly smiling while looking down at that particular space on your neck. He zipped the dress up and leaned down to kiss your nape and slowly make his way to that spot.

“You look amazing in this, absolutely gorgeous.” He murmured on your skin, softly tracing his fingertips down your shoulders and arms.

You hummed at him, “I know” smiling as you moved your head to the side so you can give him more space to kiss.

He gripped your arms before spinning you around, he trailed his touch down to each sides of your waist, placed them there and squeezed, smiling softly as he stared deep into your eyes.

“You’re gorgeous.”

You nodded your head, feeling your smile grow wider when you heard that sentence.

“Yes, you’ve said that already.”

“I don’t think I’ve said it enough, though?”

You hit his chest playfully, “Stop, you’re making me blush, Marc.”

He teasingly squeezed both of your hips as he smirked down at your flustered state.

“Nah, don’t wanna.”

You tried to glared at him, you wanted to look mad at him so badly but the wide grin on your face betrayed you,

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

He leaned down and planted his forehead on yours, closing his eyes for a moment and just enjoy the silence before whispering a soft, “We’re so lucky to have you,” he opened his eyes to stare at your eyes, feeling the smile unconsciously formed on his face, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You giddily smiled at his antics, “Aww, baby. I’m also the luckiest woman in the world to have you guys, you guys are my world.” Cupping both of his cheeks between your hands, rubbing your noses together, “You are my world, Marc.”

He stared down at you, “how can you be real? Wait- are you even real?”

You threw him a teasing smirk, pulling both of his cheeks down to meet your lips. “Why don’t you kiss me and find out, moon boy?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He met your lips in the middle, holding your nape in place as he softly moved his lips with yours in a slow and loving kiss before softly pulling away.

“Oh, you’re real alright. But I’mma need a couple more just to make sure.” Lips brushing into yours with every word that he said.

You both shared a couple more kisses after that, sweet and passionate ones.

“You’re my everything, my home, my world,” he smiled against your lips, a smile so genuinely that you felt your heart swoon at the sight.

Marc was not one to show his emotions openly, always opting to bury it all down and handle them by himself but that was before he met you.

The light of his darkest night, his savior- “My paradise.”

“Marc,“ you frown slightly, remembering all those hardships and painful experiences that he went through, he shook his head smiling softly as he leaned down to kiss you again.

He knew what you were thinking, you were the kindest and bravest person he have ever met.

You stayed at his worst time and didn’t back down nor run away from him when he told you everything.

You were always so worried for him and he’s grateful for that.

You felt his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, they slowly trailed up and sneaked their way into your dress, slowly creeping up and you had to physically hold his arm in place.

You leaned back, glaring at him while he stared at you innocently, “Marc! We’ll be late for our reservation!”

He leaned down again, kissing the side of your neck, murmuring “We could be a little late, it’s fine.” on your skin.

You gripped both of his arms and tried to push him away, “No, we’ve postponed this date for three days already!” he groaned, hugging your waist as he pressed both of your body close.

“It’s not my fault you look like this,”

“Like what?”

He leaned back and stare at you with a giddy smile, “Mine.”

You froze on the spot, feeling the blush creeped to your face. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you punched his chest, “No, no, no.”

“You are not seducing me with this type of crappy cheesy pick up line.”

He laughed out loud, holding your arm and kissed your palm, eyes still boring deep into yours. “Oh, come on. You love them.” Your glare hardened at him making him playfully frown.

“Can’t I at least have my dessert first?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

You pinched both of his cheeks hard and he finally gave up, letting you go. You waste no time walking away from him.

Who knew when he’ll change his mind? Better be safe than sorry.

“Yes, now come on.”

He shook his head, a wide smile adorned his face as he followed you outside.

“Right behind you, ma’am.”

[werelosingdaylight]

Peace

Any AIB Character x GN!Reader

REQUESTED? Yes • [No]

WORD COUNT: 787

SUMMARY| It’s one of your worse days, will they be able to catch you this time?

WARNINGS: Mentions of death & suicide, Reader struggles from depression, if I’m forgetting something let me know!

Adm Note: This honestly started off as me venting and I just turned it into a story. Everything I wrote is below the cut! Feel free to imagine any AIB character you want, this takes place in the real world but you remember everything from the borderlands! I am going to sleep, Goodnight/morning/afternoon and I love you all! <3

Standing on the roof of the building, nearing the edge slowly but surely, like a sailor being lured into the water by a sirens song. It's like a wire was wrapped around your body, making you walk closer to the edge but being the only thing keeping you up from the fall. but you didn't hold fear in your body from the possibility that you could fall.

It's not that you truly wished for death but you welcomed the feeling of peace that came with the idea of death. There are many things you wished to accomplish, and experience but was it worth the fight? Was it worth waking up everyday and struggling to find the strength to get out of your bed? Was it worth the not being able to take care of yourself, not getting up to shower or eat?

You didn't know what would hurt the people you cared for more. If you were to let yourself fall from the roofs edge, or if they notice you had slowly been rotting away before their eyes and they were to late to stop it? You knew it was selfish, to put them through that pain just for you to find peace, but you couldn't keep up the act anymore.

The act of going about your life as if you weren't dying inside from the evil whispers of death that plagued your mind daily.

It's like you're drowning, but no matter how fast and hard you swim through the water it's never quick enough. Sometimes it takes years to finally break through the surface, and even then it's not over. At some point you will be swept back into the dark waters and start your struggle all over again.

You can choose to keep fighting against the currant and to find the will to live your life to to fullest, make the happy memories you craved to have with people. You can win your battle, even with tears in your eyes and a burning in your eyes; you can win.

Or you could succumb to the currant and let the water fill your lungs after you blackout, being yet another soul to lose the war with yourself; the kind of soul that is so broken the grim reaper himself sheds tears for you. You can let your demons win, but what would you win? Peace?

Peace would get lonely after a while, and you will watch everyone move on, leaving you in the past, until you were forgotten completely.

Your fingers curled into your palm, battling with your mind once again as your desire to live crawled from the cage it had been trapped in. "Y/N?" That voice caused all the battling to stop, the voice filled with worry at seeing you so close to the edge.

Your shoulders visibly relaxed, you weren't going to leave them; you didn't want them to go through that pain. You didn't want to be the cause of their heart ache, you wanted to protect them from it.

Stepping back down from the ledge, you noticed how they let out a sigh of relief from the corner of your eye. Turning you tried to send them a small smile, but your lower lip trembled as salty tears pooled in your eyes; but that didn't compare to the sting of them watching you like that. Like you would slip through their fingers, like you were grains of sand that would fall from their hands when the wind blew to hard.

They wordlessly walked over and pulled you into them, a hand on your lower back rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of your hoodie; their other hand was cradling the back of your head like you would disappear the moment they let you go.

This was one of your worse days, but they were always there to catch your fall. Maybe, they were your peace. Your safe haven in the middle of the whirling storm of your mind; and even if it's only temporary, you would appreciate every effort they made.

The warmth from the hug radiated pure love and relief as they tried to ground themselves of the fact that you are still here, not caring about the silent tears that had fallen from your eyes and soaked through their shirt as you found comfort in their arms.

You're okay, You're still here. They can still feel your pulse beating heavily. They can still feel your warmth. They can still feel you.

For now, you were okay being in their arms underneath the billions of stars that decorated the skies. Yes, sometimes you had bad days, but moments like this made you remember why you wanted to be alive.