#so sorry for the long post i thought about this for a long time

[lemon-limess]

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ

Solivan is a perverted bastard and fucks with your coffee when you decide to meet up with him in the library to study.

cw/tw: food tampering, bodily fluids in your drink, pre-established relationship

Solana version

note: decided to make another one of these 'yandere character puts weird shit in your food/drink' but with the og version of Solivan

also I am a firm believer that if given the chance, sol will put his damn semen in our food he cooked cuz he's a creep... he's a weirdo... (haha im so funny)

The Kid at the Back is an 18+ game and this post will contain 18+ content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Let's meet up tomorrow at the library to study for the upcoming exam!" You suggested, slipping the strap of your bag over your shoulder. "Does that sound like a plan?"

Sol nods, watching you walk out the classroom with a wave.

Now it's tomorrow. In his hands were both yours and his coffee orders from the cafe you've been talking about nonstop. Sol chuckles to himself at the thought of your excitement from the surprised drinks he bought for you.

But that's not all he has planned for you.

Alone in the cafe bathroom, door locked and shut to keep pesky intruders out, Sol unzips his jeans, shimming both it and his boxers down to his thighs. Sol's cock hits his lower belly with a soft 'plap'.

Breathing a sigh of relief from the restraint, Sol removes the plastic lid of your cup, breath hitching from the hot steam hitting the mushroom head of his cock.

It sends shivers down his spine, taking his cock in a tight hold and stroking himself up and down, rotating his wrist when he reaches to his head.

"Fuck..." Sol breathes, resting against the wall of the bathroom stall, cheeks red. His grip on the cup shakes, fucking his cock into his hand faster, the wet squelching noises echoing in the in the empty room.

He wonders what your expression will be when you taste your drink. Will you like it? Or will you notice that somethings wrong with the taste?

He fucks into his fist faster, whimpers escaping his lips. Do you trust him enough to not put anything in your drink? Maybe you secretly liked it.

"H-hah~" Sol groans, arching his back slightly. If you did like it, do you want to take it from the source itself? The mere image of you on your knees in front of Sol, licking at his cum leaking from his tip, tits free from your shirt, has the knot in his stomach snapping.

Thighs quivering from the onslaught of pleasure, Sol lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load into your drink. He gives his cock gives a few more weak pumps before hastily setting your cup on the floor before letting his limbs go weak.

I... didn't last long, Sol thought, a bit embarrassed before popping the cap back onto the cup, fixing himself to look presentable for you. No matter, meeting up with you is what matters right now.

.

"Oh, Sol! You're finally here!" You give him a warm smile, standing up from your table to give him a hug, definitely not noticing how he sniffed your hair.

"Yeah, sorry for being late." Sol frowns, pretending to be ashamed at his tardiness. "Turns out that cafe you were talking about is pretty popular, but I ended up getting you a drink."

Gasping, you take the drink from his hands, nearly purring from the warmth spreading throughout your body. "Thank you so much! You didn't have to." And in front of Sol's watchful eyes, you take a sip.

Smacking your lips a few times, you wrinkle your brows, examining the drink. "The taste is... unique"

Sol is quick to ease your worries. "They make their own creamer for drinks." he shrugs. "Maybe it has ingredients you don't normally find in stores." phew, what a save.

Eyeing the drink, you take another sip to decide if you were going to drinking the entire thing. "Yeah, maybe you're right, it's not too bad." And you went back to your table, taking another long sip before setting the cup aside.

Sol gulps, feeling his dick twitch as he watched you take big gulps of your drink here and there. You ended up liking his little surprise~

"Hey Sol, do you know how to solve this problem?" You pointed at your paper, causing Sol to snap out of whatever horny mindset he had.

"Yeah, so you subtract this problem first, then divide the answer to the original problem." He trails off.

Maybe he'll give you a few more drinks full of his home special creamer in the future and maybe... you'll want to come home with him to watch him make it.

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[freakthatdoesthewriting]

💌 — Changing Yourself?

Hector / Gn Reader ; fluff , dying your hair , curious hector , worried hector , post love route with hector

Type — Drabble ; Inspired by me starting at the vent above my head in our bathroom when i was dyeing my hair

Not proofread! Sorry for any mistakes

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“What are you doing?” A familiar, concerned, voice came from above your head. Eyes and hands poked out from the air vent above your head, and despite the intrusion, you gave Hector a bright smile.

“Dying my hair.” You said simply, turning to look at him more comfortably.

“But… Why?” He sounded concerned and confused, like he truly couldn’t fathom why you’d be doing this. You didn’t think he didn’t understand the concept of dyeing your hair though, just why you specifically would be doing it.

“I just felt like a change.” You smiled at him but he didn’t even seem to register.

“B-But! You don’t need to change! Why would you ever need to change, your perfect as you are…” His voiced raised just enough for you to see how concerned he was.

It wasn’t that Hector was against change, it was scary to him yes, but he understood it had to happen, what he was against is the idea that you had to change yourself. The thought that you felt the need to change, when he saw you as something so perfect as you are made his heart break.

You gave him an affectionate look, heat rising to your cheeks at his admission of finding you perfect. It was so Hector to be caught up in something like this.

“It’s not like that, Hector.” You started, thinking of the best way to word your thoughts.

“I wasn’t unhappy with the way I looked before, I just thought it would be fun to do something different.”

Hector paused, fiddling with his hands in thought. The silence worried you, and without thinking you spoke again.

“Will you feel differently about me if i change…?”

Hectors eyes widened and he literally jumped out of the vents so he could see you face to face.

“Mi Amore, changing your looks would never make me feel any differently about you. You are… You… and as long as you’re still you my love for you will only continue to grow. Nothing in this world could change that.”

He reached out for you but stopped before he touched you, silently asking for permission to hold you, to feel you. You grabbed onto his hand and moved it to your face, making sure to steer him clear of your hair. He caressed your cheek ever so gently, and you both sat there quietly for a moment, basking in the comfort of each other.

“Why were you so quiet before…?” You asked hesitantly.

Hector looked away, like he was ashamed, but he quietly answered you. “Truthfully… I do not like change… It scares me. What if something goes wrong, what if this small change leads to something bigger, what if the changes take you away from me…”

You laughed, not in a mocking way, in a gentle affectionate laugh.

“Nothing could take me away from you Hector.”

“You promise…?” His eyes were pleading, desperate to hear you say the word.

“Promise.” An affectionate smile spread across your face as his relaxed for the first time since he showed up.

You brushed your knuckles against his cheek, a gentle, affectionate gesture. He gave you an awkward smile, but his eyes were filled with love and adoration that was unmistakable.

“Do you want to keep me company?” You asked.

Hector beamed and nodded his head. The rest of the time was spent enjoying each other’s company. Hector even helped you rinse the dye out of your hair. And he was honored to be the first to see it, and the first to say how stunning you looked too. Who knows, maybe one day Hector would let you dye his hair.

[yuujispunches]

The things he doesn’t say ~ M.F.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Summary: Megumi doesn’t know how to deal with having a crush and his strategy of deny deny deny might just cost him everything he longs for when you overhear him talking with Yuki and Nobara.

CW (content warning): maybe some cursing but that’s it, this is mainly just fluff.

AN: I’m back! I finally finished my exams and I’m free so I’m back to writing. I’ll be going through the requests as soon as I can 🤍 English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’re any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

The late spring air buzzed with the hum of insects and the smell of sun-warmed concrete as training wrapped for the day. A warm breeze danced across the open field behind Tokyo Jujutsu High, rustling the sleeves of uniforms and the grass that sprouted between cracks in the stone tiles.

Megumi Fushiguro stood with his arms crossed, gaze locked across the yard.

You were training with Yuji, your laughter ringing out as you clumsily dodged one of his exaggerated mock punches. There was a smear of dirt across your cheek, sweat shining on your forehead, and your smile. God, your smile, every time he saw it, it was as if it caught the sunlight like a net.

Megumi couldn’t look away. Not that he wanted to stare. But it was like his eyes had a mind of their own like his heart was some stupid, traitorous thing that leaned toward you every time you got within ten feet of him. He didn’t even like most people. But you? You made him feel… soft. Stupid. A little terrified.

“Okay.” Nobara said behind him, voice sing-songy. “You’ve been watching her for like, ten minutes straight.”

Megumi frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

Yuji snorted, having appeared beside him at some point. “Bro, yes, you have. It’s getting creepy.”

“I was making sure she didn’t overdo it.” He shifted uncomfortably. “She sprained her wrist last week.”

“Aw, so you’re able to care about someone?” Nobara teased. “That’s cute.”

“It’s not- ” Megumi's tone sharpened. “I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it.”

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You had just stepped around the back of the toolshed to get a drink from the water tap, coming back toward the group when the words hit your ears.

"I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it."

You froze.

Your heart stumbled in your chest, awkward and loud. You stayed back, hidden by the shed’s corner, not even daring to breathe.

“She’s just a classmate.” Megumi continued, his voice clipped and cold. “There’s nothing going on. You guys are imagining things.”

The air between them seemed to shift. Nobara muttered, “Wow. Harsh.”

Yuji laughed nervously. “Y/N’s cool, though. I mean, I’d get it if you did like her.”

“I don’t.” Megumi said again. And this time, it was more than just annoyed. It was sharp. Final. “She’s annoying sometimes, honestly. Always asking questions, always smiling like we’re not about to die on a mission. I don’t get it.”

You didn’t hear the rest.

Your hands had gone cold, water bottle clutched tight to keep them from shaking. The back of your throat burned as you slowly backed away, heart hammering.

“She’s annoying sometimes, honestly… I don’t get it.”

His words kept echoing in your head. It felt like someone had slapped you, hard.

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That night, you didn’t come to dinner.

You weren’t mad, exactly. You didn’t think Megumi meant to hurt you, he probably thought he was protecting something, like he always did. That didn’t stop it from stinging like hell.

You sat in your dorm room, fingers curled loosely around a hot mug of tea you didn’t feel like drinking. Your phone buzzed a few times. Yuji, probably. Or Nobara. You ignored them all.

Across the courtyard, Megumi sat outside on the steps of the dorm, arms resting on his knees, gaze distant. Something felt off. You weren’t you tonight. You hadn’t looked at him once after training. Usually, you’d nudge him with your shoulder, say something quietly, something that made the tension in his chest ease.

Tonight, nothing.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Or maybe he did. Maybe he’d just spent so long pretending it didn’t matter that he forgot how much it did.

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The first time he noticed you was on a mission.

You weren’t like Nobara, loud and stylish and sharp-edged. You weren’t like Yuji, either, overwhelmingly bright, brimming with impossible optimism. You were quieter, not in a shy way but in a present way. Focused. Observant. You asked questions no one else asked. You noticed things.

During the mission, you’d pulled a cursed spirit off his blind spot without hesitation, taken a shallow gash to the ribs for it. Megumi remembered the way your hands shook, the blood blooming through your uniform and still, the only thing you said shocked him.

“I’m fine. You okay?” A concerned look on your face.

He’d looked at you like you were a different species.

Since then, something had shifted. And it scared the hell out of him.

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The next day came with clouds heavy in the sky, the promise of rain clinging to the air.

You avoided him.

Not in an obvious way, there were still group training sessions, still shared missions but the warmth was gone. No small talk. No soft, thoughtful comments that made him feel seen. No casual touches or gentle teasing.

Megumi noticed.

It ate at him in quiet moments. During breaks, he’d glance over to find you talking with Yuji, laughing but never looking at him. When Nobara dragged you into town for shopping, you didn’t ask if he wanted to come.

And worst of all you’d stopped smiling at him.

One afternoon, he caught you in the courtyard alone, bandaging a scrape on your arm after training.

“You should disinfect that better.” He said, stepping up without thinking.

You looked up, then back down. “I’m fine.”

He hesitated. “You haven’t been talking to me.”

“I didn’t realize we talked much anyway.” You replied, tone even. Not cruel. Just… distant.

Megumi flinched inwardly. “Did I do something?”

You finally met his gaze. There was no accusation in your eyes just quiet resignation. “No. Not really. I just don’t want to bother you.”

That landed like a punch to the ribs.

He sat down beside you, legs crossed, staring at the grass. “You don’t bother me.”

“You said I was annoying.”

Silence.

You didn’t say where you’d heard it. You didn’t have to.

Megumi stared straight ahead. “That wasn’t… what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You asked quietly, not looking at him. “Because I was starting to think we were friends. But maybe I read too much into it.”

Megumi’s throat closed up. He couldn’t say it. Not here. Not like this.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

You stood, brushing off your pants. “Don’t be. It’s my fault. I let myself think you cared.”

He looked up sharply, eyes wide. But you were already walking away, each step driving nails deeper into the floor of his chest.

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Later that night, Megumi sat in the common room with Yuji and Nobara, both chattering about something or other while he stared at the floor.

“You okay, bro?” Yuji asked between bites of chips.

Megumi didn’t answer right away.

Nobara narrowed her eyes. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“I messed up.” Megumi said simply.

Yuji blinked. “Did you two fight?”

“No.” He exhaled through his nose. “But I lied. I said I didn’t care about her. And she heard it.”

Nobara grimaced. “Yeah, okay. That’s bad.”

“I didn’t want you two making a big deal out of it,” Megumi muttered.

“Dude, you made a big deal out of it.” Yuji pointed out. “You went all ice-prince ‘I don’t like her at all’ of course she’s hurt.”

Megumi scrubbed a hand over his face. “I thought if I pretended it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Nobara crossed her arms. “And now?”

“Now it hurts worse.”

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The clouds broke open just after you and Megumi were dispatched together on a joint mission outside Tokyo.

A cursed spirit had been stalking a neighborhood near Kyoto, an old manufacturing district turned residential. It wasn’t high-grade, likely a grade 2, maybe 1 but it was slippery and fast, and the higher-ups wanted it gone discreetly. Gojo had paired you and Megumi “You two are quiet and competent.” He said. “No property damage, please.”

You’d barely said a word to Megumi on the train. He hadn’t tried to start a conversation either. The air between you was heavy, like a storm about to break.

Now, trudging through the damp streets just after sunset, the rain soaked through your jackets, making your breath fog and your hands cold. Your cursed energy flickered outward, on alert.

“It’s close.” You murmured, scanning the alley ahead.

Megumi nodded, summoning Divine Dogs. “Split left. If you catch it, don’t engage alone.”

You nodded stiffly. “Copy.”

He hated this. Not the mission, he could handle the mission. He hated the way you moved around him like a stranger, your voice clipped, movements economical, eyes never quite meeting his.

He wanted to reach out. But every time he opened his mouth, the words died on his tongue.

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The cursed spirit was stronger than expected.

It lunged from the shadows behind a warehouse, fast and wide, all teeth and claws and thick, bristling curses that slashed like wire through the air. You ducked under its first strike, slashing upward with your blade. It screeched, retreating, and you pursued.

Then, too late, you felt the shift.

A second spirit dropped from the roof behind you, small, but fast. Its claws raked your side before you could turn, searing pain flashing hot across your ribs.

You cried out. Megumi’s blood ran cold.

“Y/N!” He shouted, moving fast. Shadows burst outward, his wolves intercepting the small one before it could strike again.

He reached you in three heartbeats.

You staggered, one hand pressed to your side, blood seeping between your fingers. “I didn’t sense the second one.”

“You shouldn’t have been alone,” he snapped, eyes dark. “I told you not to engage- ”

“I had to.” You hissed. “It was going after a kid- ”

“Goddammit, Y/N.”

He didn’t mean to sound so furious. But fear twisted in his gut, ugly and choking.

He moved fast, summoning Nue to stall the remaining spirit as he caught you, half carrying you out of the danger zone. His grip was tight, protective, anchoring, and trembling just slightly.

You winced. “I can walk- ”

“Don’t argue with me right now.” He said, voice low.

He didn’t let go.

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You sat against the wall of an abandoned convenience store, blood soaking your uniform. Megumi worked silently, cleaning the wound with water from his canteen and bandaging you as best he could.

You stared past him, jaw clenched. “If this is about me being annoying again, don’t bother.”

Megumi’s hands froze.

“What?”

“I get it.” You muttered, not meeting his eyes. “I smile too much. I ask too many questions. I’m a burden. I’m not as strong as you or Yuji. You don’t have to pretend.”

His voice was quiet. “You really think I feel that way?”

“I heard you, Megumi. That day. You didn’t just say you didn’t like me. You sounded like the idea of liking me was disgusting.”

Megumi sat back on his heels, breath unsteady. The rain had stopped, but thunder still rolled distantly in the sky.

He looked wrecked.

“I didn’t mean it.” He said finally. “I was trying to shut Yuji and Nobara up. They wouldn’t stop teasing me. I panicked.”

You stared at him, hollow. “And the part about me being annoying?”

He swallowed. “I was angry. Not at you. At myself. I’ve felt this way for months and I didn’t know what to do with it. So I turned it into something ugly so I wouldn’t have to deal with it.”

Silence.

He looked down, ashamed. “You were never annoying. I lied.”

Your throat burned. “Why?”

“Because I like you so much it scares the hell out of me.” He said, finally meeting your eyes. “You make me feel like I’m not just a weapon. Like I’m allowed to be human. And I didn’t want to lose that.”

You stared at him.

“I thought if I kept it quiet, I could protect it. Protect you. But I ended up hurting you instead.”

Your voice cracked. “You really like me?”

His answer was immediate. “Yes. A lot.”

The silence between you changed. It wasn’t cold anymore. It buzzed warm and uncertain.

You exhaled shakily. “I thought I was just being stupid.”

“You’re not.” He said, leaning closer. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. Kind. Smarter than me, half the time. You see people for who they are and you still smile like the world doesn’t deserve you.”

You blinked fast. “That was… a lot.”

He blushed furiously. “Yeah. Sorry. I’ve been holding it in.”

You reached for him without thinking, hand brushing his wrist. He stilled, then turned his hand under yours, fingers closing around yours.

Your voice was small. “I like you too, you know.”

Megumi let out a breath like he’d been drowning and finally found air.

“I know.” He said softly. “I just didn’t want to believe it. Thought maybe if I ignored it, I wouldn’t mess it up.”

You smiled weakly. “You kind of did mess it up.”

He nodded. “I’ll fix it.”

“How?”

“I’ll stop hiding.” He said. “I’ll be honest with you. From now on no more running away.”

You were quiet for a beat.

“Okay.” You said. “But that means telling Nobara.”

He groaned. “Please no.”

“She knows.”

“She’ll never shut up.”

“She deserves the satisfaction.”

He scowled. “You’re cruel.”

You smiled, softer now. “You like that about me.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached up gently, pushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was light, reverent. You leaned into it.

“You’re not allowed to lie again.” You whispered. “Not about how you feel.”

“Promise.” He said.

And when he leaned in, tentative but sure, and pressed his forehead to yours, you felt the shift not just in the air, but in the weight you’d both been carrying.

This time, it didn’t feel so heavy.

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The next day, back at the dorms, Nobara cornered Megumi on the steps.

“So” She said with narrowed eyes. “Y/N looked very happy this morning.”

Megumi sighed. “Don’t start.”

Yuji leaned around the doorway. “Wait- wait. Did you finally tell her?!”

Megumi muttered. “Yes.”

Both Nobara and Yuji exploded with noise.

“I KNEW IT!”

“ABOUT TIME!”

“I GIVE IT THREE WEEKS BEFORE HE PANICS AGAIN!”

Megumi, for once, didn’t snap at them. He just shook his head and let the teasing roll off.

Because when he looked across the courtyard and saw you waiting, smiling that real, soft smile just for him and nothing else mattered.

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[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Sorry if you've answered this before, I looked for it but didn't find a previous post or more specific info - if we only say the lyrics that are in the posted clip, is that still considered spoilers?

Yes. Remember it is spoilers for everyone who hasn't pressed play. If you keep that in mind, it should be clearer what counts as spoilers. Something everyone should read regarding the no spoiler policy (this reply will be added to that :) )

What totally is allowed, though? Anything that can be said about anything. Have been working for forever on a long reply to another ask re: this but can be said here too:

"This song is smooth" on a song titled "Smooth", because it's a valid description of any smooth song

"Yeah! I like/know this" on the song "Yeah!" because it's a valid opinion/reaction on any song

Re: lyrics (using #600 as an example)

What did you say? <- that works well as a comment for almost any song so it's allowed, but:

The hobbits the hobbits the hobbits <- obvious spoiler, not allowed

Singing along with the songs posted here spoils them = makes the blog concept and the time and effort i've put into the polls absolutely pointless. Using a specific word or sentence from the song that is generic enough to describe your opinions/thoughts on any song is fun and clever if done right!

Has the song been played in a movie/tv show, quotes are ok - unless the song was made specifically for the movie/tv show.

Memes/gifs: again with #600 as an example; all sort of memes/gifs that can be posted about any song is allowed. "I was there, Gandalf" can go for so many different things. Memes/gifs with Legolas saying "They're taking the hobbits to Isengard" are direct spoilers.

[lisssyyu]

Eternity to taste

PAIRINGS: Caitlyn Kiramman x wife!f!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As you may have noticed, I really like to write with an emphasis on psychology (which is funny, because I am a lawyer by profession), so the second part may be (!) the last. In general, I really like writing in this genre, especially about the game Signalis, and maybe I'll even post a couple of fics about this fandom.

WARNING(S): Mention of violence; possession; control; implied manipulation; power imbalance; age difference (!Caitlin 28, !reader 22) ;; mention of pregnancy

wc: 6.3k

parts: 1 ;; 2 ;; ?

You no longer remembered how the street smelled, how noisy the main square was on holidays. The world that once seemed so alive and close had now dissolved into a fog, like an old photograph faded by time.

You only knew that Caitlyn drank coffee with milk, that on Tuesdays her gloves smelled of cold metal, and on Saturdays of lilacs. You knew that she always asked you to tie her tie, even though she could do it herself.

"I'm not holding you back," she said, stroking your hair like an obedient little animal. "But where will you go? To whom?"

You tried to imagine it. The city, the air, your friends. But if those thoughts had once brought a smile to your face, now your heart tightened into a knot of fear. The world had become huge and alien, frightening without her.

"They don't understand you," Caitlyn whispered, her voice growing colder and harder with every word. "They always laughed behind your back. I saw it."

You listened to her words in silence, but inside you were feeling something completely different. It was scary, not just because of what Caitlyn was saying, but because somewhere deep inside you, her words were starting to ring true.

Maybe it was true that no one was waiting for you outside the walls of this house. That your friends had long since turned their backs on you. That the world was too cruel to accept you as you were.

You felt more and more strongly how your former self that brave, lively person who once took to the streets with hope and dreams was slowly dissolving. Its place was filled with a cold, empty fear of being alone, of forgetting yourself and losing everything that was even remotely important.

Caitlyn was the one who never leaves, who harshly but unwaveringly keeps you on this precarious edge. There is no room for doubt in her voice, which means that your desire to argue with the reality she creates begins to die. You cling to her words like a lifeline, because who else but her will be there when everything falls apart?

You no longer want to resist, because resistance means being completely alone. And being alone means disappearing.

And now you are her little two. The one who belongs to her, who lives in her shadow and breathes to her rhythm. And even if a faint glimmer of your former self remains deep in your soul, it drowns in this incessant whisper:

"Only I need you. No one else needs you."

And this has become your eternal prayer.

"What's that?"

You looked down at your lap. There lay a book you had found by chance while cleaning. The house was getting colder and lonelier, especially when Caitlyn left for long shifts. You thought reading would help distract you.

"Just a novel," you whispered, feeling your voice tremble. "I got bored."

She approached, and there was no anger in her gaze, only weary cruelty, as if you had once again failed to meet her expectations.

"Are you bored with me?"

Your breath caught, the words slipping out in a mistake you would pay dearly for. Caitlyn stood almost close enough to touch, her cold presence squeezing you like a steel grip.

"I'm leaving for twelve hours. I kill for order. And you… are you bored here?"

You wanted to crawl back, but the back of the sofa behind you prevented you from doing so.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, already knowing it would lead nowhere.

"You're always apologizing. You know who else apologizes? Weaklings."

She grabbed the book with the force of someone tearing off a bandage, without pity, and threw it against the wall so that the pages scattered like feathers.

"I feed you, clothe you, keep you warm, while outside people are killing each other for crumbs of bread. I pulled you out of that filth, out of that city where you would have died at the first intersection if it weren't for me."

She leaned toward you and grabbed your chin sharply, forcing you to look up.

"And you really think you have the right to be bored?"

You wanted to argue, to say, "I was just reading," but your mouth was dry and the words stuck in your throat.

"Look at yourself," she hissed in your face. "Pathetic, scared, shaking like a rabbit. Do you really believe that anyone but me cares about you?"

You shook your head.

"That's a good girl," she said, as if it were a reward.

Caitlyn kissed you on the temple almost tenderly, but that kiss concealed the same power that had recently torn your soul apart.

"I love you, you know that," her voice became quieter and lost its former sharpness, "but when you disappoint me… I can't control my anger."

Over time, fear and anxiety began to recede, but not disappear. Rather, they hid somewhere deep inside, like animals huddled in a warm burrow.

In their place, habit took hold. The day consisted of repetitive gestures: the creak of the front door lock at exactly seven in the evening; the muffled rustle of a coat; heavy breathing before Caitlyn shook the city cold off her shoulders. You met her at the doorframe with an almost smile.

The skin of your palms remembered the roughness of wet fabric, shoulders, a tiny tremor under a uniform that smelled of gun oil. She let you help her, let you take off her gloves, touched your cheek with her fingers as a sign of her presence. And in that moment, the house became the center of the world, the only safe island amid the strange, wind-swept streets.

You learned to read her pauses. If her footsteps were heavy, you poured strong tea; if they glided almost silently, you made a decoction of oregano and mint.

Those evenings flowed smoothly, almost sleepily. She talked about the patrols in fragments: "two detained," "smuggling at the locks again." You just nodded. With each "yes" and "I understand," a strange calm grew inside you: if the world out there was really that cruel, then here, in the flickering circle of the lamp, you were on the right side of the glass.

The warmth from the lamp faded as you finally sat down to dinner. The dark oak table, the blanket on your shoulders, not a sound from the neighboring rooms. Caitlyn ate slowly, as if each movement marked the last breath of the day.

But today something was changing, and you sensed it before you heard it.

Caitlyn put down her fork and turned her palm toward you. There was so much confidence in this movement that the air around you immediately became denser.

You didn't know the words yet, but you could already feel their weight.

Seconds dragged on as a dull, muffled bell rang in your head. And when she spoke, the words fell into the silence without a splash, but the water beneath them cracked.

She wants a child.

The sound of these three words, barely whispered, was louder than any command. The world around her shifted, as if the house had suddenly tilted and the walls had cracked.

Your "no" didn't even have time to take shape. It was just a fleeting spark before it was extinguished in the darkness of her unshakable will. Inside, under her ribs, an invisible bird fluttered, but the cry stuck in her throat: a flat fear of returning to what had been before, to the cold streets, to the loneliness that had long since become more frightening than any loss.

You felt your hands trembling, even though they were resting on your knees, hidden under the fabric of your skirt. Images flashed through your mind: a child's cry, a small hand, the warm smell of milk, but next to them, in the same frame, stood her, tall, inevitable, with the same gaze that holds your world together.

You weren't ready. The word drifted away from your consciousness like a boat from a pier, farther and farther, until it turned into a tiny dot. And the tighter you hugged that dot, the more clearly you felt it melting away.

She rose from the table and leaned close to your ear. The tenderness of her breath burned your skin more intensely than a scream.

The stability you had grown so accustomed to cracked, and the crack spread across the walls of the house, across the edges of your heart, across the secret boundary where you end and her will begins. But the voice inside fell silent again: if ruins are the price of her love, then you will let the walls fall.

[lynnsenpai]

Big Life and Comics Update

Hey, remember that time last April when I finished Chapter 6 of MIS, and I was all like, "I'll be back to posting in May." And then it's the end of June now and I've been mostly quiet the whole time. Heck, I meant to make new character profiles for Esther, Seir, and Marchosias during this break and none of that happened either.

The super short version is that at the time the last chapter ended, depression and burnout hit me hard. On a personal level, our apartment was (and still is) in disarray after our landlord had to come in and do a ton of work on our bathroom only to have to stop partway (for honestly legit reasons). This is an ongoing thing, and due to the current heatwave, he probably won't be back to finish until next week, leaving the busted up look of everything to continue to be a source of stress. All the while, I'm worried about my elderly mother who has dementia, and my elderly father who's been having cardiac concerns. And none of this to even speak of the stress cause by the horrifying goings on in my country.

It was making me feel helplessly, perpetually tired.

I'm not going to claim everything is all better now. But I have been taking it slow for the better part of two months while I dealt with life for a bit. I was able to take a fair bit of time for me to rest and zone out as needed, and I finally took a long needed visit home to see my family. So I'm not all better, but I am… better. And I couldn't ask for more right now.

During the last few months, though, what I didn't do a lot of was draw. I contributed to a handful of collabs where I didn't want to let my friends down, and I managed some new rat doodles here and there. But I only have the cover and two pages for the next chapter and basically nothing else ready to go (although the script is done for the next two full chapters). Again, I needed that time, so ultimately, it was for the best. But this does put things in an awkward position right now, because I can't exactly say "stay tuned for new pages next week!" because I'm simply not ready, and that's just a recipe for rebooting the burnout I literally just got over.

My original plan was to finish chapters 7 and 8 to reach what I felt was a good "season finale-like" stopping point, and then take an extended break to shift focus entirely towards the final Rain book until I get it done. I also thought Chapters 7 and 8 would probably be done by now, or maybe next month the latest. I didn't anticipate the two breaks I would need in the middle of Chapter 6 or the extended one I've been taking now. So I'm thinking I want to pivot to a new approach.

My new plan is to expedite the latter. I want to prioritize focus on the last book, to give it a hint of a chance of actually finally coming out this year (it's the 15th anniversary of Rain this November, so I'd really really love to see it release this year).

I sincerely apologize for those of you chomping at the bit for more MIS. But I promise, it will return. And once I complete my previous story once and for all - for real this time - then I can go all in, with MIS finally allowed to have my full attention without an air of guilt hovering over me that I still need to do something else, and overwhelming all the time.

It may be a longer than usual wait, but I think it'll be especially worth it in the long run. The final Rain book will be better for it, and MIS will be better for it.

Here's a little visual of my girls taking turns, so they can both come back all the stronger. ^_^

Sorry again for the extended break, but thank you so much for all your love, support, and patience while I work through everything. I love you all. Please stay safe, stay happy, and stay healthy.

Until next time! 💜

[icycoldninja]

Hey! I see requests are open.

Can I ask Dante from dmc 4 or 5 x shy! fem! reader that she's into light bondage, like her wrists tied up above her head, or her ankles, and maybe even being blinfolded. 🤭 And I bet Dante teases, complimenting her. And she has voice kink because deep voices makes her swoon, and strength kink because Dante is strong as hell (pun intended).

And that's it. I hope it's not difficult ask. 😅 And take your time and I wish you good day!

And that's it. I hope it

It's not difficult at all! I'm so sorry I took centuries to post this though, hope you enjoy.

Look what you did to me (DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

"Don't you look like a sweet little present?" Dante chuckled from somewhere in front of you, his exact position unknown to you because of the blindfold he'd tied around your eyes. He held your wrists in place above your head and straddled you, snickering goofily to himself as he tied your hands together with some repurposed ribbon from a birthday celebration or something of that sort.

"There we go," He continued, pressing a kiss to your cheek after he was done, his stubble beard tickling you slightly—barely perceptibly. His hands slid down your arms, along your breasts, then along the curves of your waist before settling right above your hips, giving you an unprecedented little tickle, before he leapt off of you so he could slither between your legs and situate himself between your thighs.

"Dante—" You began, only to cut yourself off with a tiny moan when he kissed your clit.

"Shhh," He told you, voice deep and runbly, while lifting your hips up a little so he could have better access to your pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. "Just relax and let me eat you up, ok?"

With that, he lowered himself back down to his meal and began hungrily licking that tingling little bud of yours, bringing one hand down to gently pry your entrance open with two fingers, scissoring your throbbing folds softly, a stark contrast to the ravenous way he was suckling on your clit.

With your hands tied, there wasn't much you could do to escape from this position—not that you wanted to. You were far too busy whimpering and moaning Dante's name while he just kept on devouring you. It wasn't long before you felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching rapidly like some kind of storm, and like a sudden peal of thunder, it crashed down on you, making your walls flutter wildly around Dante's fingers, your legs shaking and the room filled with the sounds of your cries.

You could make out Dante's low chuckles as he detached himself from you, lingering in the space between your thighs for just a moment, probably admiring your trembling, panting form, before getting up and off the bed, the sounds of clothing being tossed aside warning you of what he was about to do. In no time at all, he'd returned to the bed and wrenched your legs apart, his sudden display of strength making you gasp. You felt him rub the tip of his dick into you, making you think for a moment that he would be gentle. He quickly forced this thought out of your head with a firm thrust that had your body tensing up in response.

"Dante!" You moaned, making Dante snicker again, his hands sliding down to your thighs and lifting them up, essentially folding you in half so he could plow into you easier.

"Mmm, that's it," He was sighing, leaning forwards so you could hear him better, the low timbre of his voice combined with his forceful thrusts making you shudder. "You're so tight, so wet." He all but growled, removing one hand from your thigh to grope your breasts. "I'll bet this is the closest to heaven I'll ever get."

"Oh Dante," You whimpered, wanted to reply, but unable to form a coherent thought thanks to the rough way he was handling you. "You're gonna-gonna make me cum!"

"That's what I want," He urged, leaning down to give you a big, wet kiss on the lips. "Come on, just let it go, cum all over my deck for me. Come on, that's it—!"

You could feel your release building, the fact that his cock was twitching and pulsing inside you signaled that his was drawing near as well. You tried to hold out so you could cum at the same time, but it was just too intense for you to bear. With a surprisingly infernal screech, you toppled over the edge of ecstasy, your pussy clamping down violently around Dante's cock, the feeling of which bringing him to empty the full contents of his throbbing balls deep into you.

"Fuck!" Dante shouted, hilting himself into you and remaining there, panting like the exhausted beast he was. After regaining his breath, he reached up with sweaty, trembling fingers and pulled the blindfold off of you, so you could see the destruction your body had wrought. There was a deep blush on his cheeks, his hair disheveled and sweat all over his collarbone.

"Look what you did to me," He mumbled, closing in to steal another kiss from you.

"Look what you did to me!" You laughed breathlessly, shakily attempting to untangle yourself from the pretzel you had become.

"Look what we do to each other," Dante remarked, pulling out of you and admiring the mess of fluids that gushed out of your thoroughly abused cunt. He kissed you again, tenderly, lovingly, without a hint of lust this time. "You want a round two or are you too tired?"

"Too tired," You sighed, weakly rolling over on one side while Dante helped you get under the covers before returning to his side of the bed and curling himself around you until you both resembled very tired and well-cooked shrimp.

"Poor baby," He muttered into your hair, chuckling at the exhausted little "mmph" you gave in response. "Get some sleep now. You deserve it."

The soft snore you gave in response was all the conformation he needed to hear.

[adoresia]

— ALEXITHYMIA ⋆ Nagi Seishiro

(n.) inability to describe emotions verbally

Just a boy who looks at you like you’re the only language he ever needed to learn.

based off of this request from @pastryiee !! I hope i didn’t disappoint 💔

˙🏷️ ̟ Nagi’s masterlist | BLLK masterlist | Main masterlist

Nagi isn’t a shy person, he’s just dismissive; unbothered you know? But he likes being your voice even if he can’t be bothered to be his own. He thinks there’s something so intimate about the idea of him being the only one to understand what you need without even having to tell him. he likes explaining you.

You don’t speak much. You linger in conversations, hovering beside them without stepping in; getting talked over more than heard. But he notices. He notices everything, surprisingly. The way you tug your sleeves over your hands when you’re anxious, and how your eyes dart to the door when you’re ready to leave but don’t know how to say it without being rude. The way your lips part like you’re going to say something — but you don’t. You’re quiet, but he hears you anyway.

So when someone asks if you’re okay, and you just nod with that same half smile he’s been able to read almost every time, Nagi answers for you. “She’s tired” he says simply, shifting so his knee bumps yours beneath the table. “Let’s go.” You stutter for a second, caught between his words and the startled faces watching you take your sudden leave. You blink once, twice, and then you glance back at the group with your mouth slightly opened as if you were trying to mumble a quiet “sorry...” or maybe even just a polite “bye” But Nagi doesn’t give you the chance to process. His hand is already wrapped around yours, and before you can shape a single word, he’s tugging as if it weren’t up for discussion.

Your breath catches as you stumble to your feet, dragged out of the room on steps not entirely your own. Your fingers only tighten instinctively around his and he doesn’t even look back or seem to have any second thoughts — he just keeps walking. And honestly, you’re thankful. Thankfull he didn’t make you say anything, thankfull he saw the way your words wilted before they bloomed, thankfull he moved before your heart had the chance to cave in on itself. Even if it meant you couldn’t do it yourself.

Later that day when you find yourself back in the safety of your room, you lay beside him, still a little dazed from how effortlessly he read you. still half laying on the bed, he stretches one long arm out and tugs you gently by the sleeve until your body folds next to his. His chin rests above your head, lips pressed passionately to your scalps when he speaks. “You don’t have to talk” he murmurs, his voice low and warm like a secret meant only for your skin. “I like knowing before anyone else does.” His fingers trace lazy shapes into your hip. Like you’re something fragile he gets to keep.

“You always look like you’re waiting for permission” he adds. “You don’t need it with me.” And you swear the weight of those words settles into your chest heavier than any kiss ever could. Because he doesn’t ask for much.

You don’t reply — not with words at least. You only turn into him more fully, pressing your forehead into his neck and letting your body exhale everything youd been holding in. He shifts so easily around you, arm curling like a shield at your back, like it’s instinct. Like the whole world narrows to your soft breaths against his throat.

Nagi listens to you like you’re everything. Because to him, you are everything; you deserve to be heard, even if it isn’t through your own words, but his instead.

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[wildflowersandvibranium]

Muscle Memory : Chapter Eight

Pairing: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS Restaurant Owner Bucky Barnes x Cardiac Surgeon Female Reader Alternate Universe

Summary: In a town that never forgets , she thought she could hide the bruises behind a perfect smile and life. But someone from her past sees too much—and remembers everything. sorry its so vague just don't want to give too much away!

Word Count: 2.9k+

Chapter Warnings: Angsty with fluff? Mentions of medical emergency , hospital scene , parental health crisis , emotional distress , panic/anxiety , grief themes , mentions of bruises / past Hurt

A/N: heyyy I personally love this chapter sm and have been waitingggg to write it and now its here! I’ve been posting updates back to back recently but I’m so excited for this series and have the time to do so , so why not! andddd I'm sorry not sorry for the cliff hanger hehe enjoy - flower <3

series masterlist or read on ao3!

<- previous chapter - next chapter ->

The sleek local hospital thrived in continuous rhythm , beeping monitors , the echo of squeaky sneakers on linoleum , and the subtle murmur of clipped medical terminology exchanged in quick passing down the long halls. 

In her dark blue scrubs and stark white lab coat , Y/N moved through the building with focus , her expression calm even when her body ached from two back-to-back surgeries and very minimal sleep. 

She’d become good at this. At compartmentalizing her aches and problems. At doing the job and leaving everything else—including bruises , heartbreak , and hollow silence from the night before last—at the door ready to setp into her role as head of Cardio. 

Her happy place.

She leaned her body against and over the counter of the closest nurse’s station , reviewing the post-op notes for the aortic valve replacement she and Peter had just completed together.

It went perfectly  , without mistake and fail.

Her hands were sterile clean , purple gloves peeled off , fingers twitching with the phantom pressure of clamps and sutures in her grasp. 

Behind her , her intern Peter buzzed breathless about restocking supplies then finally catching up with his attending.

“Dr. Y/N , you’re , like… a machine,” Peter muttered , half in awe looking at her , half in fatigue as he slowed his breathing from chasing her down the hallway. “You seriously don’t stop , or…b-breathe.”

“I’m cardio. If I stop so do people's hearts,” she answered simply , marking the last chart smiling handing it to a nurse whos name tag she looked over reading Brandy .

“Thank you Brandy” she quipped.

Peter gave her a sheepish half smile before scuttling off to grab more EKG strips and gloves after they ran out in OR 3. 

Y/N pressed her knuckles into the back of her neck rolling it with a little wince.

That’s when her phone rang loud.

Her eyes flicked to the time then to the contact ID.

“ Wands “

Y/N blinked at the name , confusion covering her face and furrowing her brows. Wanda rarely called her in the middle of the work day unless it was an emergency , or now wedding-related. 

She picked up seeing she did not currently have a surgery beckoning her name at the moment answering with a quick. “Hey, everything okay?”

“Y/N!” Wanda’s voice was rushed , she sounded like she was mid race “Oh my god, I’m so sorry to bother you while your at the hospital… but I—I really need to ask you something, and it’s kind of a complete and total bridal emergency.”

Y/N glanced at an empty storage closet heading in , switching Wanda to speaker. “What happened?”

“It’s Darcy,” Wanda groaned. “She went on an early morning run this morning—who does that before coffee—and tripped over a stupid freaking tree root. She broke her ankle , clean break all the way through.”

“Oh no. Is she okay?” 

“She’s fine. Just high on pain meds wobbling on crutches and furious about the timing,” Wanda said with a huff. “But now I have no maid of honor. I mean, I do… if you say yes to me.”

Y/N froze. “Me?”

“Yes , you , dummy,” Wanda said. “I didn’t ask you in the first place because I know you’re swamped with the hospital and moving and all , but please. Please, I need you. You know all the plans and everything about the day already , and everyone adores you. Plus , you’re walking with Bucky anyway since he’s my man of honor. It’s perfect!”

Y/N’s heart stuttered at that name. “Wait—what?”

“You’d be walking with Bucky. Is that okay?” Wanda’s voice softened. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t trust you both not to act like children on my special day.”

Y/N’s lips parted , a hundred feelings trying to surface at once. 

But there wasn’t time to process them.

Her pager buzzed, vibrating violently on her hip. A triple-page to the ER.

Code red - 911.

“I—I’ll do it , Wanda,” she blurted out , already moving to the ER. “I’ll text you after. I’m being paged to an emergency.”

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll—���

“Bye!” Y/N hung up on her mid-sentence.

Before she could put up her phone again , it began to buzz in her hand.

“ Bucky ;)  ”

She hesitated for a long pause but not stopping her steps , then for whatever reason she didn't even know herself she answered it , still jogging toward the main elevators.

“Hel-”

“Are you at the hospital?!” His voice was raw and breaking , loud enough that she had to hold the phone slightly away from her ear with a grimace.

Her stomach dropped to her knees at his tone. “Yes , Bucky of course I am , I’m literally on my way to the ER right now for an emergency , so can we—”

“It’s Ma!” he shouted , cutting her off again. “She’s the one you’re being paged for!”

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks. Then took off sprinting passing the elevators taking off down the stairs.

“W-what?”

“She collapsed at a bookstore, the one she loves on 22nd street. I—I got a call from first responders who got her. My number was in her wallet. She wasn’t waking up , they brought her in—” His voice broke. “They said she’s not responsive. Y/N , I don’t know what to do , I—”

“I’m coming. Stay on the phone Bucky i'm coming,” she said , already running as fast as she could. NOt caring about the stares she got from passing families and staff.

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The large ER bay doors slid open with a gust of cold , sterile wind.

Her eyes swept across the bouncing and full room searching till she saw him. Bucky.

Standing in the middle of controlled chaos like the eye of a storm that was anything but calm right now , panic written across every line and show of his face. 

He was clutching his phone to his chest hard enough to split the screen into a million pieces , looking down the hall toward a gurney being rushed past two trauma bays.

On it lay his mother Winifred Barnes.

She was pale and still. Unmoving. Oxygen mask over her face. Eyes closed.

Y/N didn’t hesitate to go to him.

She shoved and elbowed her way through the crowd and grabbed Bucky by the arm. “Hey , I’m here. I’m right here.”

His eyes locked on hers and immediately filled with tears gripping onto her. “Y/N—she just… she collapsed. I wasn’t there. I—I didn’t even—”

She wrapped both arms around him before he could fully collapse into himself.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, a hand coming up to his head raking her fingers in it , grounding him. “You did everything right , I'm here now.”

The paramedics called out vitals as they moved Winifred toward the cardio trauma room. 

Y/N turned to one of the nurses who was cleaning where they had Winniefred in the ER bay. “What’s her status Piper?”

“BP is crashing , CT confirmed complete LAD occlusion. We’re prepping the OR as we speak Im sorry Dr.,  but i gotta go”

“Thanks yes of course go-”

“Blockage?” Bucky whispered brokenly behind her , voice trembling.

Y/N spun turning to him , hands going on his shoulders. “It’s a heart attack , Bucky. A big one. But she’s here now , and I know this hospital, these people—we’re not going to waste a second they've got her.”

“But—what if it’s too late? What if—” he stutters out not breathing.

“Oh-Oh Okay. It’s okay your having a panic attack Bucky,” She acted quickly. “You're safe. Right here with me.”

She reached out and gently took his hand—it was clammy.

He didn’t pull away.

“Just copy me,” She whispered keeping her voice calm. She took a deep breath , in through her nose , slow and steady.

He tried. Too fast. Chest still fluttering rapidly.

“Okay , again. Slower this time.” She exaggerated itc, making her own breath loud.

In. Out.

He followed. Not perfect, but better.

She squeezed his hand. “You’re here. In the hospital with me , standing in a pretty gross ER." she let her lips twitch slightly.

He let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. Still shaking.

“You’re doing good,” He nodded.

His eyes finally met hers—and really met them. The tension in his body eased, just a little.

“I hate this,” he whispered.

“I know,” you said. “But , It’s not too late,” she said firmly cupping his cheek in one hand. “They’ll need to clear the blockage and place a stent. I’ve done this surgery myself a hundred times and the people working on her , I've trained.”

“But you’re not doing it this time,” he whispered, shaking his head. “So what if they mess up-?” He hiccuped.

Y/N’s heart cracked , he was so scared , right now he wasn't the built man who was standing before her. No , right now he was just a boy who’d seen too much grief, too much loss afraid to face more of it.

“I trust them with my life Bucky ,” she said , taking his hand rubbing over his knuckles. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

They moved to stood outside the OR prep hallway , just beyond the sterile double doors , where Winifred Barnes was being wheeled into her surgery.

Y/N hadn’t let go of Bucky’s hand once refusing to drop it.

Her grip had shifted , no longer urgent and needed , but a steady grounding tether. 

The same way he used to hold hers after she ran barefoot into his backyard , bruised and shaking.

Only now, he was the one who couldn’t stop shaking or trembling.

“She’ll be okay,” Y/N repeated , voice soft as they stood together pressed against the wall. 

The staff buzzed and swarmed around them , moving carts ,  monitors and medications with seamless precision in the OR. 

“Her vitals stabilized enough for surgery. The blockage they found is in the left anterior descending artery. But I'm hopeful they caught it fast enough. They’ll insert a catheter through the femoral artery and place a stent to open it.”

Bucky blinked at her like she was speaking a different language from another planet or world. “I don’t—I can’t follow all that.”

She turned toward him and gently touched his upper arm. “You don’t have to. That's medical nonsense. I’ll translate it into Bucky Barnes terms, okay?”

His lips twitched at that. Not quite a smile. But close.

“She had a heart attack,” Y/N continued calmly. “LIke i said earlier a pretty big one. But she’s in the best possible place right now. This team is the one I trust with my own patients everyday. They’re going to thread a tiny little wire into her heart and open up the artery that got blocked , which caused the heart attack. Once the artery opens again , blood will flow normally and her heart can start healing and getting stronger.”

“How does it know to go back to beating and healing again?”

“Muscle memory” Y/N smiled , squeezing his hand once.

Bucky’s eyes stayed locked on the OR doors. “How long?”

“Depending on how stable she stays and how fast they access and treat the blockage… anywhere from 30 minutes to a couple of hours.”

He gave a slow nod , his shoulders slumping under the weight of it all.

 “She was just going to the bookstore , ” he whispered. “Said she wanted to pick out a new book for Alpine because she “likes being read to during thunderstorms” She was just…fine.”

“I know.” Y/N swallowed the lump rising in her own throat. “That’s how it happens sometimes. There’s no warning no alert. But we’re not going to let her go , Bucky.”

He didn’t respond , just continued staring straight ahead. So she reached up and gently tucked a piece of longer fallen hair behind his ear , the way she used to when they were younger and he couldn’t sleep unless someone ran fingers through his hair. 

His shoulders eased a little at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed breathing out a shaky exhale.

“I’m staying with you.”

He looked at her. Really looked , eyes scanning her face for sincerity , searching for it. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

They ended up moving together to the small family waiting alcove near the OR corridor. 

It was a private little room with a soft muted blue couch , a few slightly worn and uncomfortable chairs , with a coffee machine that hadn’t worked properly in years. 

The overhead lights hummed too loudly , and the air conditioner made a clicking noise every time it kicked on.

But it was quiet. Safe.

Y/N sat down on the couch and gently pulled Bucky beside her wrapping her arms into his jacket and starting stroking his back

She slipped out her phone and sent a message redirecting her last surgery that day to the resident just below her .

They sat close , the space between them was warm with old familiarity and safety. 

She couldn't help but be reminded of their late-night study sessions at their shared off-campus apartment—awful coffee-stained old notebooks, half-melted pizza cold , and the curve of Bucky’s knee always brushing hers under their coffee table.

Except this time , there was no young laughter and love. No midnight music playing from her laptop speakers or Bucky's humming and her smile.

Only grief. And desperate waiting.

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Another ten minutes passed.

Then twenty.

Then forty five.

Bucky didn’t speak the whole time since going to the family room. He just fidgeted—rubbing his thumb over the inside of his wrist , then clenching and unclenching his fists. 

His eyes never stayed still , flitting to the door , to the rug , to her, then back to the door again waiting for a doctor or nurse , or anyone to give him the news he needed.

“She’s tough, you know,” She tried to fill the silence. “Your mom , she once brought me soup when I had a cold from sleeping in the treehouse one night and wouldn’t leave until I finished all of it. She glared at me every time I tried to brush her off or say I wasn't hungry.”

A soft watery huff came from Bucky , barely audible but there.

“Yeah mom is a stubborn and stern one , once lectured a grown man at the grocery store for cutting in line in front of a teenager…She made him put all his stuff back,” Bucky added , voice hoarse. “Said the only way entitled jerks learn is through inconvenience.”

Y/N smiled gently. “Yep, that's Winifred Barnes.”

Bucky leaned forward , elbows on his knees , hands clasped tight between them dropping his head low. “I thought I lost her.”

“You didn’t.” She leaned over placing her forehead on his shoulder. “You didn’t.”

Another twenty minutes passed.

His hand found hers again.

And stayed there , neither pulling back.

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They both must have dozed off at some point while waiting. The exhaustion of the day , the anxiety and fear , the steady lull of the ticking wall clock all pulling them into something softer and restful.

Y/N’s head tilted to the side with an exhale , settling against Bucky’s shoulder.

His arm curved behind her body , on instinct , the way you hold something you don’t want to drop or lose.

His cheek rested lightly on top of her head , taking a risk , he lazily- sleepily kissed her temple with the softest brush of his lips , breathing evening out as she was already asleep.

For the first time in days—weeks, maybe—Y/N’s body was in no harm or pain , as he just held her.

They didn’t speak or wake when the other slightly shifted or stirred.

They didn’t need to just needed each other in this very moment.

The OR door hadn’t opened yet. The news hadn’t come.

But for now, in this sliver of peace between heartbeats and heartbreak.

They had each other-“Bucky?...Y/N?!...”

-end

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[yvaineseleneposts]

The End of the Year, and the Start of Us

A/N: I have been gone, and I am so sorry. The end of the school year is coming! I have so many tests to grade and graduation speeches to write for my graduating class. I am honestly so proud of my students and I don't think my eyes will be dry during graduation, so here is a piece I wrote about that. Also, I am writing a series, but I want it to be more complete when I start posting that.

Requested: no

Pairing: Nico Hischier x reader

Words: under 1k

Warning(s): a lil sad, supportive Nico

The classroom was quiet now.

Streamers drooped lazily from the whiteboard, a few forgotten paper caps scattered on desks like tiny remnants of the celebration. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, blinking faster than usual as you stared at the chairs that had once held a dozen little lives, now empty.

Graduation day was always like this. Happy. Loud. Proud.

And then, quiet.

The tears had come right on time, just after the last parent had waved goodbye, and your students had walked out of your life a little taller than when they came in.

Earlier in the day, you'd stood on stage with a carefully folded stack of index cards clutched tightly in your hand. You had written a short speech for each of your students — personalized, heartfelt words meant to celebrate their growth, their quirks, their potential. You made it halfway through the third one before your voice cracked. By the time you'd reached the last, you were openly crying — and so were they.

Some hugged you like they never wanted to let go. One slipped a bracelet onto your wrist, handmade with tiny beads spelling "BEST TEACHER." You tried to keep it together, but it was no use. The bond you'd built with these kids had become a part of you.

You hadn’t even noticed Nico standing in the doorway.

“I brought you an iced coffee,” he said softly, holding up the cup like an offering.

You turned around and tried to smile, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, taking it with a grateful nod. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

He stepped inside, giving the classroom a once-over. “Didn’t want you to be alone today.”

That was the thing about Nico. He didn’t make a big show of things. No dramatic speeches, no trying to fix everything. He just showed up. Solid. Steady.

Kind.

You sipped the coffee and sank down into your chair. “They’re gone. All of them. Just like that.”

He sat on the desk across from yours, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “You helped them get here. That’s huge.”

“It feels like losing something.”

He nodded slowly. “I know that feeling.”

You raised an eyebrow. “From hockey?”

“Sort of,” he said, and then shrugged. “When teammates leave. When seasons end. Even when you win, it’s still over.”

You hadn’t thought of it like that.

There was silence for a moment. The soft hum of the building’s AC unit filled the air.

“I just keep wondering if I did enough,” you admitted.

“You did more than enough,” he said quietly. “I’ve seen how much you care. That doesn’t go away when they leave. They’ll remember it.”

You looked at him, really looked this time. His expression was so open, so sure.

Nico reached for your hand across the desk. “This year’s over, yeah. But you’re still here. Still making a difference.”

You squeezed his hand, letting yourself lean into that warmth for a second.

“And,” he added, lips twitching into a crooked smile, “you still have me.”

You laughed through your tears. “Yeah. I do.”

He stood and pulled you gently up to your feet. “Come on. Let’s go celebrate your year.”

You blinked. “Celebrate?”

He grinned now, boyish and sweet. “Ice cream and a long walk. Maybe a little dancing in the kitchen later.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Not always,” he said. “But I’m trying.”

You locked the door behind you, taking one last look at the empty classroom. And then Nico wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you out into the soft light of the evening.

Another year had ended.

But something else was just beginning.

[pseudophan]

What's the context for this? https://www.tumblr.com/pseudophan/787184045788479488/hi-nora-i-just-wanted-to-remind-you-that-youre?source=share

I tried looking in your archive under #phan but there's so much haha

basically phannies mostly stopped using the #phan tag on here years ago because they decided it was cringe all of a sudden (and some thought dan and phil had a problem with it), but i, being really stubborn and professionally annoying, always thought that was bullshit and kept using it for ages still. of course because no one used that tag we stopped doing well on the tumblr fandometrics top ships lists, which we used to dominate back in the day. that wasn't really an issue for years because dnp were pretty quiet outside of their solo stuff and the very occasional joint content, but then they came back and we all went batshit again and i was just looking at the fandometrics ships like... i know this is super silly, but i love winning and we definitely have the numbers to be on here, like we SHOULD be at least top 10 with the amount we're posting about them, it's just that no one uses the ship tag anymore because it's "embarrassing" or whatever. anyway like i said, i'm annoying and stubborn, so i made a few posts essentially being like "hey i know everyone thinks tagging phan is cringe now but can we start doing it again anyway because i want to win this thing please" and i honestly didn't think that many people would agree and start doing it but it kind of spread like wildfire lmao 😭 the more people started tagging it the more followed because i guess it's less embarrassing if everyone else is doing it too, and when dan and phil posted their videos on here people would reply to their posts telling them to also tag phan to help us win, and it worked! i think the first one they tagged was one of the twitter reaction videos? i was in the queue to see tit when they posted it so it's a bit of a blur, but yeah i'm pretty sure dan tagged phan and we were all like 👀 wait did he just do that because it's a phan twitter/tumblr video or did he see us asking them to help us out by tagging it 👀 and then he tagged his next post phan also and i've never been happier lmfao, HUGE win. phil joined in too and now they're gonna do it forever i guess. one time dan forgot but went back to add it like an hour later, which is honestly just very sweet

idk why this ended up so long and detailed i'm sorry, i'm supposed to be asleep rn but apparently i'm unable to do that so i'm deliriously rambling instead. hope this provided the context you wanted though 😭

tl;dr: i asked everyone to start tagging phan again for the tumblr fandometrics and a bunch of people actually did, then we got dan and phil to join in and now they tag phan on all their tumblr posts

for the record i'm not saying i personally did much here lol, all i did was go 'hey cringe is dead lets tag phan again' and people did. guess everyone was just waiting for an excuse

[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

Hey how are you?, I saw your post asking for requests so here's one, can you make a Jason Grace Madly in Love with Reader, like he's in love with her because she makes him live longer and doesn't see him just for being a praetor or son of Jupiter, so Jason gets very jealous of the reader with some random boy, because she cancels some plans with Jason to go out with him and almost like in the song Heather by Conan Gray, but in the end Jason says he likes her and they end up together.

Thank you for your time and sorry if it was too long😭

I'll be soo honest I don't see Jason as the mad jealous type.. I think he's more silent dread. And sorry this took literally forever I feel aweful:((( and this is my first time writing for him...ever.... so sorry if the characterization is messed up :((

I hope this was somewhat worth the wait

Xoxo,

Pretty ♡♡♡

---

You guys were friends. Or, he thought so, at least. He was never particularly good with friends. The only ones he'd ever really had were almost assigned to him. Waking up next to Piper and Leo, running camp Jupiter with Reyna, questing with the seven, even Nico only befriended him after Godly intervention.

So, he wasn't quite sure how close the two of you were. And now, he felt utterly foolishness.

He knew that you weren't his. But you had hung around him all week- and maybe he thought it was a little more than friendly.

But he thought wrong.

Cause his arm is around you now. And you're wearing his jacket. And you're laughing.

It's a sinking kind of disappointment, one that feels almost unreasonable. And he knew that.

You guys had been hanging out a lot. Enough that Jason had managed to fall hard. And you were supposed to spar with him again today. He was already there, five minutes early, like always, when one of your siblings had told him that you had to cancel to hang out with some guy.

That's all he was, Jason figured, some guy who needed a favor.

But it was clearly more than that now.

Cause you hadn't even looked at Jason during dinner, and now you were wearing that guy's jacket over your shoulders and giggling.

He left campfire early that night.

---

Jason really didn't mean to ignore you- it just kind of happened. If you were to ask someone with a psyche degree, they would probably call it some sort of defense mechanism.

He had been non-stop training for a week now, aside from time with leo and Piper, or meals. He wasn't great with coping.

And yeah, he did panic everytime you tried to talk to him- or scurry off when he saw you walking into the arena with one of your friends. But that wasn't because you did anything wrong...or so he said.

"I'm just busy. You know, I've just stopped training as much since I came to camp, and I need to get back on it."

"Oh.. well, let me know when we can hang out again?"

There was a small leap in his chest - maybe he really was just overthinking things. But.. you still seemed so fine without him. Like it didn't matter whether you were there or not.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

You paced your cabin, the music you'd put on had long since faded into the background.

"It's just so unlike him- I mean, he never just disappears.. I don't even know what I did wrong-"

Piper, who sat on your bed, criss cross applesauce, resting her chin on her hand, rolled her eyes again.

"And when did this start-? C'mon put the pieces together, hun." You glared at her.

"I canceled plans once. That can't seriously be it.. I mean.. it was just Conner!" You sighed, plopping down next to her. "I don't think that would be it.."

Piper groaned, "right, cause you canceled plans, and then Jason had to watch him give you googly eyes all night."

You sighed. "I don't get it. Why would he even care about that-? It's not like he... you know."

"I'm so, so, close to hitting you."

"Die."

"Talk to him, for my sake if nothing else."

-----

"Will you please just talk to her, man?" Leo watched Jason hit another dummy, "you've been ignoring her for like...how long?"

"Eight days." Jason mumbled.

"...that was weirdly fast. Do you want me to ask again so you can hesitate-?"

Jason shot him a look, but slowed.

"I just don't know, I mean...it's not like I want to ignore her, but she clearly doesn't like me like that, and I've been ignoring her too long to pretend that it's nothing."

Leo rolled his eyes.

"You could just tell her. She's upset, you know that, right?"

Jason paused.

"She is?"

Leo groaned, "oh my gods- dude, yes! Piper says she hasn't stopped worrying about it. Please- just tell her."

Jason slashed another dummy.

----

You and Jason met half way between your cabin and the arena. You froze when you saw him. And then he saw you, and did the same.

There was a short moment of you two staring at each other, blinking, breathing softly, and trying to formulate words.

You managed to speak first.

"I'm so sorry-"

"No, no it's not your fault-"

"No really, I didn't mean to cancel it just kind of happend-"

"I'm sorry I got so...butthurt."

That made you pause, then blink, and then laugh. Soft, really. More like a chuckle or a giggle. But suddenly the walls were down, and he was laughing too.

"Jason...no, you can be upset. I feel like a asshole." You managed.

"Don't- I just...i got scared that you..." he hesitated, and swallowed, "that you didn't feel like I did. Like I do." He was almost whispering. "It's- It's okay if you don't, really. I just- I'm inlove with you."

Silence.

You blinked once. Twice.

And then you kissed him.

And then his hands were on your waist and you were both laughing again.

And then his lips were on yours again.

Poor guy, he couldn't stop smiling long enough to kiss you properly.

[patchw0rks]

Ok, reread of scum villain vol. 2 has been accomplished. Here are my thoughts and just things I wanted to note down (disclaimer: make sure to read these knowing the important context that liushen is my favorite ship lol)

I can't get over the Shen-Mu-Liu trio. Those are SQQ's BOYS and watching them interact is very fun. I also love that Mu Qingfang is medicine-pilled in the way that Shen Qingqiu is monster-pilled. Little did we know LQG is actually the most normal of the three

Shen "im just here to cause problems" Qingqiu saying "I know to get my way all i have to do is bat my pretty eyelashes at YQY and he will fold like a house of cards"

SQQ basically telling LQG that he's so strong so he must row the boat, and LQG is just absolutely FUMING because of how attracted he is to SQQ

SQQ referring to LQG as gege ah my heart

More of SQQ causing problems by trying stick Yang Yixuan onto LQG, which I love because you KNOW that in his grief post-Hua Yue City LQG went "fucking WATCH me"

Ngl I've read enough fanfic to realize that people don't really capture LQG's full personality. The usually make him so shy and tsundere that he's barely able to get a word in (Lan Zhan gets similar treatment) but no, he's just as catty as the rest of them

I need to figure out the timeline of how long Shen Yuan had been reading PIDW, it's endlessly important to me

LQG and MQF being like "our beloved little shixiong, please don't fret your pretty little head, just sit there and relax"

There really is some excellent physical comedy in SVSSS, like when SQQ is confronted by LBH and just defenestrates himself. You know that one scene in Angel Beats? Yeah it's exactly that

Qi Qingqi's eyebrows have now been brought up for a second time and it screams gender envy to me. Why are you as a "cis man" admiring a women's eyebrows so thoughtfully? So much to where it's the first thing you bring up about her appearance?

"Why?! Why were two grown men neurotically discussing a pice of clothing while surrounded by staring eyes?" never change Shen Yuan

I'm actually such a simp for Liu Qingge, i'm literally highlighting every mention of him and every word he speaks. I did not appreciate the Liuber my first time reading. He's also so incredibly tsundere "huff puff i can't believe you can't even ride your sword...get on"

Ugh I actually cried while reading the big confrontation. This did not happen my first read, but man it just got me. Also the very subtle POV switch that happens so we don't get any insight into SQQ's thoughts as he prepares to self-detonate

Mushroom Shen Qingqiu!!!! My Beloved!!!!!!! Def one of my favorite parts of the whole series. I think there are so many ways to play around with this character (hence my AU) but also there's this degree of freedom about it where even his internal dialogue is much more loose and less concerned with acting the part

Oh my...he referenced the succubus adventure...

Im sorry how did I completely black out the scene of LQG and SQQ playing hot potato with his corpse?!!?! Remember what I said about physical comedy!!

"Even a few hours ago, he genuinely wouldn't have cared where others (especially those of the same sex) touched him. They could touch wherever they liked, please go ahead" -- Things only said by straight who are 100% comfortable in their sexuality. Yeah. Totally

There are still good moments of seeing SQQ's dissociating himself from the events of the series and just treating everything and everyone as if it weren't "real," and how these thought patterns shift. Once again I think this would be a very fun thing to play around with and explore more

LIU QINGGE!!!! STOP MAKING ME SAD!!!!!!!! HE YEARNS SO MUCH

[sillyuin]

Mission: Love letter

Genre: fluff and pinch of humor.

Pairing: Jeonghan x female!reader.

Warnings: Firts person P.O.V, some cursing, Stayc's Sumin appears briefly just because.

- Yuin’s note: Let me get this straight. I wrote this long ago but didn't posted it bc I'm really insecure about it. However, here it is after all. I am cringe and I am free. Lowkey is a experimental fic, so let me know what you guys think.

🎵 Now playing: Blush - Wooah

“Just tell him how you feel, it’s not that complicated.” 

Yes, it sounded simple, but only when he said it.

After all, it wasn’t about Joshua or his complicated feelings; it was about me, being unable to express my feelings and breathing at the same time. No wonder why. 

Even though he was just a human like me, he was Yoon Jeonghan, a.k.a. the crush of basically half the campus, a.k.a everyone’s favorite, including me. Handsome, smart, cool and with a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts.

My elbows were propped on the table as my chin was resting in my hands, maybe that would somehow help me think (spoiler: it didn’t). I had already finished my slice of carrot cake and the huge red tea I had ordered, maybe out of anxiety or because it was almost dinner time and I skipped lunch. Joshua, on the other hand, was taking his time to savor his snack.

“I wish it were that easy,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I tried once and we know what happened.”

“Ah, yes,” Joshua covered his mouth as he laughed, even though he knew how mad I get about that story, “I’m sorry, but honestly… It was hilarious.”

“Josh!”

“Just try not to trip on your way to the bathroom... Again.”

“You’re a jerk, and you know it,” I said, still pointing an accusing finger at him, but he kept stifling his laughter. “Bro be serious!”

“Alright,” Joshua cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat, giving a more serious appearance with his serene face. “How long have we been friends?”

“Since…Middle school?”

“Very good! Middle school. Tell me, in these… Ten-like years of friendship, have I ever lied to you?”

I snorted. We both knew the answer to that question.

“In serious situations,” Joshua added.

“…Never.”

“Then,” he leaned forward a bit over the table to get closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine in a way that it was almost scary, “Why don’t you believe me when I tell you it’s not that complicated?”

I swallowed hard. How could I argue? He sounded very convincing, still, I refused to agree with him.

“It’s not that easy,” I stammered, “I already messed up once, and now it could be twice... Or three...”

“This time it won’t be at a party, full of people… And definitely no alcohol.”

“I thought it would help me be more extroverted!”

“To be an alcoholic, maybe.”

Talking to Joshua didn’t seem to be helping as much as I thought, and I was starting to lose my patience. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask for his advice, even if he and Jeonghan were roommates.

Joshua took a breath and gently wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. “Thanks, I haven’t laughed that much in a long time,” he said. With that, he cleared his throat and adopted his serious posture again. “Listen, Y/N, if you’re so worried about that, why don’t you write it down?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Like a love letter?”

“Yeah. If your problem is speaking, then write it.”

“Josh, I’m not in high school” I was disgusted with the idea and it showed. “What would Hannie think if I gave him a letter to confess?”

“You know what I think?” Joshua raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You think it is indeed a good idea, but you don't wanna do it because you’re scared”.

I was ready to fight him when my phone started ringing. My roommate’s name showed on the screen. She told me how she had left her keys inside the room and was locked out; I could barely understand due to her nervous explanation. I had to leave Joshua to go help her, however, at this point I guess it was a relief.

As I hung up the phone, I noticed he was looking at his phone screen with a wide, satisfied smile on his face, and it was somehow chilling.

“Done!~” he put his phone aside and took a sip of his drink.

“…What’s done?” I asked, fearing his answer.

“Tomorrow you’ll have breakfast with Jeonghan,” Joshua clapped softly, which seemed more like blatant mockery than a celebration, then emphasized his next sentence with the sasiest voice he ever made: “He’ll be waiting for you at nine, at our usual spot. So I recommend you start thinking about your outfit; on your date.”

“Joshua Hong, what the hell did you do?!”

He took another sip of his drink, unmoved; it was his song of victory. I had no more excuses. No words could express how upset I felt, but at that point I couldn't back down without feeling guilty. I was cornered.

Joshua looked at his wristwatch and made a fake expression of astonishment, “You’re late and Sumin is waiting for you.”

I gave him one last blank stare and quickly grabbed my backpack, before leaving I left some bills on the table.

“Next time I’ll let you starve.”

He laughed mockingly. “Oh, don’t forget to wear a cute blush too!”

“Dear Jeonghan, I hope this letter finds you well…” No, it sounded too formal.

“Hey Hannie, how are you? I hope I’m not being inopportune…” No, it sounded too fake; I don’t talk like that.

I didn’t even know how to start. Just thinking about Jeonghan reading this letter made my mind a complete mess; I felt like my chest was going to explode. I didn’t know a confession could be so problematic. Even worse, it was already past ten at night: I was running out of time and hadn’t even written the first line.

What could I do?

Then, my roommate’s voice burst into my room, pulling me (for the better) out of the hole it was in my head.

“I’m buying some snacks, do you want me to bring you anything?” she asked.

“Yes, please, and…” I paused and shrugged a little in my chair, “Sumin, can I ask you for help with something?”

She nodded several times, expectating.

“I need to write… a love letter” I took a deep breath, “And I don’t know how…”

“Ah! Finally!” she interrupted, way too happy. “You’re finally going to confess to Jeonghan!”

I remained silent and expressionless, but the blush on my cheeks could be seen from across the city.

“Yeah… I need help writing the letter.”

“I’ve never written a letter, not that type,” Sumin crossed her arms, her thoughtful gaze wandering around the room. “Shouldn’t you just write what you feel?”

Damn it, Joshua said the same thing. I felt that it wasn’t enough. Maybe she understood from my devastated expression that it wasn’t helping.

“Oh!” She looked at me, smiling. “Tell me, what do you like most about Jeonghan?”

Where to even begin? It wasn’t just his pleasant voice, or the elegance he radiated with his mere presence. Jeonghan was much more than a flawless hair and an enviable sense of style. 

It was about the way he always found me, even in a room full of people, and made me feel part of something. In how his bright smile can comfort me after a tough day. In the comfortable moments of silence that could last minutes or hours. And I could go on talking about him for hours without stopping…

“That’s so sweet!” Sumin exclaimed. “You must write it!”

Were those just my thoughts, or did I actually say it? Damn it. 

I sighed, distrustfully. “Don’t you think it’s a bit… cheesy?”

“But, you are cheesy!” Sumin laughed as I wondered if she really thinks before speaking. “And we all love you like that. Everything will be fine.”

Sumin’s words gave me a little encouragement, so I took a deep breath and resolved to write no matter what. I thanked her and went back to my computer; I’d have time later to transfer it to a more presentable physical sheet.

“I’m getting your snack now,” and before leaving, Sumin turned around to add: “Oh, and don’t forget to put on some nice blush tomorrow.”

“You’re the second person who tells me that today… Don’t you have anything else you want to share?”

Sumin smiled awkwardly and that said a lot, but I had no time to argue about her involvement in the mission: love letter. For now, there was a lot of work to do. I was resolved to confess to Jeonghan, and now no one could stop me.

It was almost nine in the morning and I had been waiting for ten minutes at our spot, a small fountain on the boulevard two blocks from my building. A thousand scenarios were running through my head all night long. I felt a tension I had never experienced, and my restless hands playing with a lock of hair was perhaps the smallest of my problems.

However, all of them vanished for a moment when I saw him approaching in the distance. Jeonghan was coming towards me, and I could only stare, admiring him: his angelic face, his gorgeous hair, the beautiful outfit he had chosen… Could somebody like me meet his standards?

His voice brought me back to reality, and I was aware again of my numb body. I tried to disguise the nerves attacking me, but I was never good at pretending, not in front of him.

“Y/N! Good morning,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t worry,” I stammered, “it was my fault, I arrived too early.”

“Is something wrong? You sound a little down,” he stepped closer, looking straight into my eyes. “Are you feeling well?”

I took a step back and cleared my throat.

“Of course! Couldn’t be better,” of course not, but he didn't have to know. “Should we go?”

We walked for a few minutes in complete silence. I thought of many ways to start a conversation, and all of them were discarded before they left my mouth; no idea seemed good enough. 

On the other hand he was too quiet, more than he usually is, and a terrifying thought struck me. Maybe he didn’t want to be there? Could Jeonghan be doing this just because Joshua asked him? I sighed and immediately felt his hand resting on my shoulder, making me jump slightly.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course…” I tried not to sound distracted. “…What you said.” But I was convinced I sounded like an idiot.

“So, where do you wanna go?” he smiled, and I could tell he was a bit confused.

I quickly looked to the side and there was an empty bus stop, so I asked him if we could go talk for a moment. We sat down and I took a breath before speaking, clutching the small bag that was resting on my lap with both hands.

“Jeonghan,” I paused briefly before continuing, his eyes locked on me were somehow intimidating, “…there’s something I want to give you.”

And as I reached into my bag to pull out the letter, he placed his hand on top of mine.

“Wait,” he said firmly, “I want to tell you something first.” I felt almost as if my entire body had paralyzed.

He sat up straight in his chair and cleared his throat, a soft smile on his lips.

“We’ve been friends for a while, and we made a lot of happy memories,” he suddenly stopped speaking and swallowed. “You’re a valuable person to me and… I would like you to continue being… that special person for a long time.”

“Of course,” I said without hesitating.

“Really?”.

“Of course! After all, we’re friends.”

He fell silent, but then he covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. At that point, I wasn’t understanding a thing, and I think my face completely gave me away.

“Y/N, I’m trying to tell you… that I like you.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I’ve liked you for a while and…”

“That was my line!” I interrupted. Apparently, I spoke too loudly because he froze in his spot.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “—Excuse me?”

I pulled the letter from my bag and placed it in front of him. Jeonghan looked at it, blinking at me several times and his mouth fell. I just couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, my cheeks were burning so much that I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

And as if everything I was feeling in my stomach wasn’t enough, Jeonghan began to laugh in such a charming way …For a moment, I was convinced I wouldn't live to tell.

“Are you serious?” he asked, taking the letter and looking it over. Was he nervous? Was he uncomfortable enough and couldn’t speak? I don’t know.

I kept my gaze down, as if I were guilty of something, and after breathing slowly a couple of times, I gathered the courage to speak.

“I didn’t know how to express it… So I wrote you a letter.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me!” he exclaimed. I felt my heart skip a beat. “You put so much effort into it, and I just said it like that, now I feel bad.”

“No, it’s okay!” I nodded several times; he just smiled. “But… Is it true?”

“What thing?”

“That I… You like me that way?” I looked away. It felt really silly to ask, but I still couldn't believe what was happening.

I felt his hand cupping my jaw with a gentle touch, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was so kind it felt unreal.

“And why not?” his fingers played with a lock of my hair. “You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t fall for that adorable flushed face?”

Joshua’s words echoed in my head. Have these two talked about me in the past? And how much?

“Also,” he added, tucking my bangs behind my ear, “you’re attentive and with the purest heart I’ve ever seen. Just look at this cute letter!”

“You… You really think that about me?” I whispered, still incredulous.

“Since we met. So, tell me,” he cleared his throat. “Would you like to have a date with me?”

Jeonghan extended his hand to me, and I accepted it, nodding at his invitation. My hand rested against his, and he took it, as if it were made of glass, leaning in to place a small kiss on my knuckles. Then he made a movement with his head to tell me that we could leave, and so we continued on our way, fingers intertwined and taking our first step into this new chapter of our lives.

“By the way,” I said halfway, “please read the letter when you’re alone.”

“Why?” he asked playfully, “Too cheesy to handle?”

“That sounds very familiar,” I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. He looked at me like a culprit and smiled, trying to hide it. “Tell me, does anyone else know about this?”

“well, maybe I talked about one, or two things, with someone…” His wandering gaze spoke for itself.

“Hannie…”

“I didn’t say names… Or anything about a plan…”

“So there was a plan involved!” Embarrassing wasn’t enough. I felt like a complete idiot.

“I’ll be honest, nobody mentioned a letter, you really surprised me… And,” Jeonghan shrugged, “You’re a… little obvious.”

“... What do you mean by “a little”?!”

Jeonghan let out a poorly disguised chuckle and put his arm over my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

“We can discuss it later, it’s our first date, I’m starving, and I can’t wait for you to tell me all about theis letter…” 

“You can read it later!”

“No, tell me! Tell me now!”

[legrzybek]

{imagine me showing up with a very polite bow okok!} {since I have a lot of headcanons around it, I’ve found myself wondering; what’s your thoughts on how two time reacted Before encountering Azure in a round? That brief window of time where they were forsaken, but before they knew He was there? And their change in behavior if any after the fact?} {I just think it’s a fun idea! :D}

{ps hope you have a good day :)}

THIS TOOKME SO LONG TO ANSWER IM SO SORRY i remember getting this ask whiile typing this one post and was like oh wowie i kinda described a bit of that there soo i'll try to add onto it a bit AAAH

so yeaH again,,,,before azure came along, they were trying to repress a lot of things regarding him & what happened ('it's not that i don't remember, it's that i don't want to remember' hmmmm) and the only thing that they could desperately cling onto was their belief in the spawn, only fueled more by the false power that the spectre gave them,,,they were also extremely secretive and unwilling to talk about themselves at all, avoiding questions and getting defensive if somebody was especially persistent

and also.it's not like they constantly yapped and yapped about the spawn tbh they were very aware of the weird looks they got whenever they said something about their faith and that did irk them, even if they tried not to show it,, they still mentioned the spawn to others when for example expressing gratitude(like the in-game dialogue) but usually, they talked & prayed to themselves

when they first saw azu they felt.a lot of things,,,,they honestly couldn't believe that it's really him standing before them again,,they were happy that he's back, that perhaps the spawn has rewarded him with a second chance too,,,,but they also felt absolutely horrid for what they did to him in the first place.and.that feeling only became heavier after hearing what he had to say about them, how much he has to suffer because of them and now despises them for it

their facade was beginning to crumble, repressing who they truly are was barely possible anymore, all the memories and feelings they tried to push away flooded back,,,,,their instability could now be outwardly seen, they often completely broke down, horribly guilty and ashamed of themselves,,the crisis and doubt they held for their faith that they also previously repressed was only intensifying after seeing what happened to azure bc. they wholeheartedly believed that they were the only one that deserved the pain, not their beloved, so why did their god do that to him????IMMSTRUGGLING WITH thE WORDS SORR BUT I HOPE U GET THE GIST

they weren't one to really stick close with the group even before this, but they've started disappearing during intermissions even more frequently. it's often that the others found them away from the main cabin, sitting in the forest or near the water, blankly staring in front of themselves,,once they realized someone's approaching, they instantly switched their demeanor, that forced smile appearing on their face again,,,after azure's appearance though, they didn't even do that anymore. a lot of the time, they were unresponsive when somebody tried talking to them in this state,,,,, they only continued to stare at nothing, just.stuck in their own mind

okthats All because IM STRUGGLING AHHHHHHHHHH SORRYIF ITS ASS AND AGAIN.APOLOGIES THAT THIS TOOK SO DAMN LONG HFGJDGFJF

I HOPE U HAVE A VERY NICE DAY TOO !!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ YAYA

[potato-sports-fan]

my totally accurate review of mugello

alright this is a long one so let’s get started:

first off, the glorious Marc Marquez. He got the treble: Pole position, Sprint winner, Race winner. This dude is such a certified liar like he went into the weekend all, “oh I’m gonna focus on defending I don’t need to win I just need to maintain my lead against Alex” and proceeded to set the lap record and get pole position. Like sure, ok, we all know your petty ass wanted to, NEEDED to win in Mugello. This would be the dagger, what would really drive home the idea of his dominance The booing and jeers just motivated you to win. And can we talk about how he took the Ducati flag and planted it in front of the grandstands like, “l’m here, and you guys are stuck with me. Bask in my glory and know that your greatest enemy has infiltrated your team.” Also, this dude gave me an fricken heart attack at the start of the sprint like why is he so smart but so stupid 😭 I swear to god he makes these mistakes to keep us on our feet. He’s handicapping himself that smug little-. Anyway the goat did goat things and extended his lead to 40, which is STILL nothing but feeling pretty good about it. (Everyone at Ducati also seemed happy considering how they looked ready to pounce on him every time they saw him post race.)

Pecco bagnaia. Boy oh boy. I was gutted for him and a little surprised tbh. This is a track he was known for, a track he won at for THREE STRAIGHT YEARS and was a favorite coming into. He had momentum from gaining his podium spot back in Aragon, and was seeming much more confident in the front after they altered the bike’s braking disc, everything seemed to be looking up for our resident wet rat. He did great in qualifying, getting 2nd, but ended up once again in third place in the sprint behind Marc and Alex. The first few laps were downright AMAZING like the overtakes?? The three of them were fighting each other for the spot and it was so entertaining. Of course though after Marc got to the front and extended the margin, it was all over. At this point, I feel like these three are gonna be on every podium(not that I’m complaining). Then the race happened and I actually thought we were gonna get a proper full race fight between these two or three. But Pecco ended up using up his tires too fast and dropped back to not even third place, but fourth behind Fabio Di Giannantonio, who by the way, had a FANTASTIC race. Can we talk about the pace he had??? He was the flash. But yeah seeing Pecco so sad after the race made me feel me feel sad also and I immediately felt like an a-hole for hoping he lost to Marc. IM SORRY I LOVE YOU PECCO. But anyway, he’s in the trenches rn and still has front feeling issues as we all saw during the race. Hope he finds his strength because he genuinely raced great this weekend, it just wasn’t enough to win ;v;

Alex Marquez has been getting the middle child treatment because he has been so crazily consistent in getting second place. We need to talk about how amazing that is because I feel like everyone is talking about how Marc is beating him or how Pecco is losing to him. HE DESERVES HIS CREDIT. He is a good rider and doesn’t deserve the shade that some certain people (cough cough Simon Patterson cough cough) are throwing at him. Do they not realize how insulting is it to be told that you are letting your brother win??? Like Alex is a methodical person, he was definitely thinking that he had to preserve his tires because he wasn’t going to be able to battle with Marc and keep his high placement. For example, Pecco was going at it with Marc and burned through his tires way too fast. But yeah, Alex did amazing this weekend and I am loving this Marquez podium duo.

quick shoutout to Franko Morbidelli, who legit committed attempted murder on track against Maverick Vinales, who had EVERY right to be as mad as he was. Like my guy, you are a good rider, please stop making people crash thank you. Also, he missed his penalty long lap and had to do it again, which feels like karma but also I saw Valentino shake his head at it and I swear I died from laughter. This dude was probably like wtffff what is he doing-

Special liveries and helmets. The renaissance Ducati liveries were a masterpiece. Stunning, beautiful, breathtaking. I could look at them all day as a die-hard renaissance painting fan. Along with the themed photos and videos they posted, I think I legit ascended into heaven out of serotonin and joy. The vr46 ones though, I’m conflicted. For one, I love how it’s bi flag colors, especially as it’s pride month. However, I think it’s just…ok? Not really anything special. I was kinda expecting more considering how amazing many of Valentino’s liveries have been. For example, the Hawaiian flower one was sooooooo good. Fabio quatararo’s toothless from httyd helmet was iconic. Amazing franchise of movies, amazing helmet, but I felt bad for the dude because this Yamaha is a rock Frfr it’s so slow.

little tidbits to note: Keanu reeves was flinching while watching the race, like did you see that man react to Marc and Pecco colliding? That man was fearing for their lives. Valentino Rossi watched his ultimate enemy, his ex-boyfriend l, do a full sweep at his home race, in front of his home crowd, in a home team, against his students. Oh how sweet that victory was. I just know that dude was fuming like he is such a dedicated hater 💅 that watching Marc take pole physically hurt him. His eye blood vessel literally burst that’s how much it affected him. Dedicated Casey stoner levels of haterism on another level. Marc’s side of the paddock was picking and throwing this dude like he was a rag doll post race, like they wanted that cookie so bad. Also, they dropped him while throwing him in the air and then proceeded to drown him with a giant bucket of water/prosecco. I love this team.

so to sum it all up, by far one of the more entertaining races of the season and Marc Marquez is just the most babygirl, petty, evil, gorgeous, annoying, endearing mastermind.