#sobs I have so many messages to respond to

[uniquexusposts]

I'm already involved - C. Leclerc

Summary: Y/n gets emotional while in Monaco for a business trip. Luckily, her boyfriend Charles lives in Monaco. Genre: fluff

Y/n 💞: Charles are you home?

Tears were burning in your eyes when you looked at your phone again. You knew calling would be faster, but you couldn't control your emotions, and you knew you would cry if you heard his voice. But by texting, you weren't sure how fast you could get a response.

Charles🐻♥️: Yes babe

Y/n💞: Can I come over please?

Charles🐻♥️: Of course

Y/n💞: And cuddle and cry and nap?

Charles🐻♥️: Anything for you babe

Charles🐻♥️: What's going on? I don't like the crying part

You sighed in relieve and didn't respond to his last message. You entered the flat building and walked towards the right door. If Charles wasn't home, you still would go to his place to cool down. Oh, you were angry. You opened the front door and took off your shoes, threw your bag on the ground and entered the living room.

Charles looked up from his phone when he heard the door opening. Who could that be? He wasn't expecting anyone around this time. His eyes were focused on the hallway while his ears were trying to catch sounds from the movements the person was making. By the way the bag was thrown on the ground, and how the person walked, he was thinking about one person. But that couldn't be true. A young woman with y/c hair, good looking clothes and with a look in your eyes where one thing could go wrong, you would burst into tears, entered the living room.

"Y/n/n," Charles said confused and stood up from the couch. He threw his phone on a pillow and walked towards his girlfriend. "I... I didn't expect you this soon."

You shrugged. "I was in the neighbourhood."

"You texted me two minutes ago. I didn't expect you this soon," he softly said and cupped your cheeks in his hands. Tears were burning in your eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Can we lay in bed?" Was the only thing you asked. You were avoiding eye contact, what was concerning to Charles.

Charles parted his lips and studied your face. What were you not telling him? "Yes, of course. We can lay on the couch outside, if you want?" He placed his arms around your shoulders and pressed you carefully against himself.

You closed your eyes and hide your face in his neck cavity. You breathing slowed down, and your muscles relaxed. A sign everything was better now. Having Charles now, standing in his arms, his trustable scent, it was better. You nodded slowly at his question.

"Come on then," he said and removed his arms from your body. He stroked your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead.

A weak smile played on your lips. You followed Charles to the balcony, and you laid down on the couch. Charles laid next to you and placed his arm around you. While putting your head on his chest, you wrapped your leg around his and sighed softly. Within the first minutes, the tears started to flow over your cheeks. Soft sobs left your mouth. Charles stroked your arm, knowing it was the best to keep quiet. Even though he wanted to ask so many questions, but you were upset about something, and it was the best to wait and first let out every emotion. Charles pressed a kiss on your hair.

"I love you."

Charles looked down at you when the words left your mouth, he was a bit surprised to hear the three words. Not that he didn't like it, but it was random in this situation. He placed his other arm around you as well and hugged you tightly. "I know," he whispered. "I love you too."

Although your cheeks were being squeezed, you managed to press a smile on your face. You replaced your head in a more comfortable position and closed your eyes. The soft-touch of the warm wind, the sound of passing cars now and then, bird noises and the soft sounds of the sea, gave you the almost perfect surrounding to fall asleep. Laying in Charles' arms was making it better. Your heart came in a slower rhythm, your breathing slowed down, and the tears stopped rolling over your cheeks, meaning you dozed off.

☆

You let out a deep breath, and you opened your eyes again. The sun was shining on your face, something that woke you up. You looked up and saw Charles peacefully asleep. A smile captured your face. You pressed a long kiss on his cheek what woke him up. He turned his head towards you and opened his eyes.

"Hey," he whispered and smiled.

"Hey," you smiled.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

He brought up his hand to your cheek and rubbed gently with his thumb your bottom lip. You looked in his eyes.

"That's good. Do you want to tell what happened?"

"It's just... I got annoyed. Last night I got a phone call I needed to go to Monaco, which isn't bad at all, but it's just the way how it went what got me pissed. Having four hours of sleep, a delayed flight from Paris and having some bitch around me all day was the limit. It pisses me off so much," you said. "I can't handle this shit."

He slowly nodded. "I understand."

"And my goodness, I wanted to surprise you." You laughed and looked down. "Surprise," you mumbled sarcastically.

Charles moved his hand to your bum and scanned your face. "It's fine. I thought you meant you were in Paris when you texted, I didn't expect you that quick."

"Hmm," you hummed and looked at him again. "Maybe I got superpowers." Your eyebrows were raised, and a cheeky smile played on your lips.

"You idiot." He let out a laugh. "I was checking on flights to depart from Paris, never really thought about the fact you already could be here since you normally let me know you are flying over."

After a few minutes, you had a glance at the clock. Your eyes widened. "Fuck. It's already time." You sat up, and Charles moved his hand to your lower back.

"Don't go," he begged. "I was just laying comfortably and nice and all. Don't leave me."

You ran her hand through your hair and rolled your eyes. "I can't not go. I have a job to do." Your hand laid on his stomach. "I'm already late, though." Your eyes were focused on the view. The beautiful view of Monaco. It was almost giving you the feeling to stay.

"Then, don't go. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Charles," you hissed, and their eyes met again.

"What? Don't be harsh and stay." He grinned.

You sighed. "I really have to go. Don't you have to be with Arthur or I don't know who? I'm sure they don't mind if you annoy them." The corners of your mouth curled up, and you stood up. The laugh of Charles filled your ears when you went back inside. It made you chuckle.

"You are bad. Thanks very much," Charles said sarcastically when following her inside.

You grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and walked to the hallway. You checked herself in the mirror to look if you were looking fine to go back to work again. "I just realised I didn't even say a proper hi." You looked in Charles' eyes via the mirror.

"That is a disappointment, that is not what I expect from you." He looked offended at you.

It made you smile, and you turned around, facing him. You pressed a kiss on his lips, and deep down, you realised she wanted more. Charles thought the same and looked at your lips again. It made you swallow hard. Two weeks without each other, two weeks without kisses, two weeks without touches, it made them long for each other so badly. Charles pressed his lips on yours again and softly pressed you against the wall. You opened your mouth a bit so Charles could slide in his tongue. His taste was something you missed.

You pulled back. "You really want me to be late, don't you?"

"Why rush if it doesn't matter anymore?" He whispered against your lips and locked them again with his. You tried to cut off the kiss, but Charles managed to get your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out a huff, which made him chuckle. He pulled back. "Let me bring you. I'm already involved."

"You are seeing that good, Charlie," you said and pushed him away. You got on your shoes and got your bag. Charles grabbed his car keys. They both got in the car, and Charles drove to the destination of your work.

"Thank you," you mentioned.

Charles softly squeezed in your tight. "For what?"

"For being there for me," you whispered.

"You don't have to thank me, babe. I'm your boyfriend and best friend." You hummed. "But you're welcome," he smiled.

When arriving at the destination, Charles stopped you for stepping out. You looked confused at him.

"See you tonight. I will pick you up when you are done here," he said like you already approved his plans. You slowly nodded. "I love you." He gave you a kiss. You looked at him for a few seconds. "You can go now if you want. I'm happy to drive away with you."

"You are awful," you said disappointing and opened the door. "My goodness, Charles." He smiled proudly. "I love you," you said and got out of the car, ready to face your work again.

[gojos-fr-bae]

Stood up

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Cursing

Three hours.

You waited at that damn restaurant for three excruciating hours receiving a pitiful look from the waitress and you just couldn't handle it anymore.

Your precious boyfriend had let you sit there and feel embarrassment flood you every time you caught someone staring at you before whispering to their date.

He couldn't even bother bother to text or call nor reply to your texts or answer your calls. And as if this all isn't bad enough this wasn't the first but fourth time that month and you couldn't take it anymore.

It's been so long you two spent time together. He always arrived home when you were already asleep and left before you could wake. You were the only one even tying to keep you two together and you were so, so exhausted. You couldn't keep giving your everything to someone and receiving nothing in return, after all you're only human.

And so, driven by pain, you ignored your tears and painful sobs escaping your chest as you packed all your belongings and wrote one last letter to your soon to be former lover.

It hurt you so much to leave knowing you may never love anyone the way you love him, but you had to do this for your own sake and if that meant walking out that front door and not turning back then so be it.

~

It had been a week since you left the house you shared with the love of your life and you had received nothing but silence from his end, and yet today you woke up to 45 missed calls and so many messages from the bastard but you couldn't bring yourself to open them. You knew that if you listened to even one of the voicemails he left your resolve would crumble considering the texts you also received from his students begging you to speak to him and talking about how much of a mess he is.

You were scrolling through their messages when you barely heard the gentle knocking on the door over the rain outside. You had been staying at your friend's that night and as far as you were aware she was spending the night at her boyfriend's so you had no idea who'd be at the door.

You got up, groaning from the headache your crying had caused and began walking towards the door. You opened the door, breath catching at seeing Gojo standing on the other side of the door. He looked up at you and his eyes began tearing up. They were swollen, red and had bags, his cheeks sunken in slightly. It felt like a dagger was jabbed into your heart and was being twisted. You couldn't bare to see him looking so broken.

"H-hi" he whispered, looking at his feet and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt so that you don't see him breaking or hear how his voice cracks.

"Hi"

"May I- umm, may I c-co-come in?" this time you heard how his voice wavered."

"Goj-"

"Please, d-don't call me that"

"Come in" You said, finally noticing how much he was shivering, his hair and clothes soaked.

"Satoru, did you, walk here?"

"Walk, stand outside the building trying to gain the confidence to enter what's the difference?"

"Oh no, I'm so sorry let me get you some spare clothes, I hope I have something that can fit-"

"No no, that won't be necessary I don't plan on staying long."

"Well in that case uhm... how can I help you?"

There was a heavy silence between you two as you stood in the doorway, waiting for him to respond.

"P-please" he croaked, tears beginning to fall down his face, "Please take me back"

"Satoru don't-"

"I'm so, so sorry. I'm such a pathetic and useless boyfriend and It's completely my fault that we split up because I stood you up and hurt you and I know I don't deserve to be forgiven but I'm begging sugar cube please, I can't live without you"

"Satoru you constantly disregarded me and our relationship. You never spoke to me, constantly stood me up and never even bothered to apologise ONCE, It's like you never even loved me in the first place!" You shouted, feeling your tears begin to blur your vision.

"I know and I'm sorry! I feel like and absolute piece of shit but I LOVE YOU Y/N! I love you so much it hurts, I love you so much I almost have a heart attack whenever you smile! And I love you because you are the only one who ever made me feel like that, only one who ever told me that I would be ok who ever held me when I cried, no one else but you!"

"Even if you do I can't keep carrying this relationship alone Satoru! I can't be at peace unless I leave"

"BUT YOU PROMISED!! YOU PROMISED NEVER TO ABANDON ME! PROMISED TO NEVER BREAK MY HEART AND I BELIEVED YOU! I STILL DO SO PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" You were both sobbing now.

"Satoru, even if I said yes, I know I would never be your first priori-"

"I quit!" He pressed out quickly, looking up to meet your eyes and lacing your hands in his.

"Wh-what"

"I quit at Jujutsu tech immediately after reading your letter a-and I realised that you were right. You were right about everything! I had neglected and mistreated you so much when you deserved none of it and I'm sorry."

You were stunned. flabbergasted even. You knew how important Gojo was to the Jujutsu world and so did he. You were pretty sure that the world would fall into chaos, he was the only person keeping things in balance. And he quit...for you"

"Satoru-"

"Before you say anything, don't worry about money. I already have tons and once I'm head of the clan it practically doubles so I can spoil you the way you deserve to be"

"Goj-"

"And I promise I'll work harder to make you happy. I know I really don't deserve it because I'm a worthless piece of-"

"SATORU GOJO WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK!"

"Yes ma'am" he said, almost in a whisper.

"Did you really quit for me?"

"Yes"

"Do you really love me? "

"More than breathing"

"And are you really going to change?"

"Anything for you"

"Then if we give this one more shot things will really be different?"

"Yes"

"Okay, then let's do it, I mean what's the worst that could happen?"

His face lit up up before he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"Thank you so much, I love you"

"I love you more sweetheart"

"Eh, doubt it"

Yay

© gojos-fr-bae

[thunder-point]

Phumpeem au

hello have we all considered any kind of phumpeem soulmates au because, of course, i think the "once i become of age, everything i scribble on my skin appears on my soulmate's body as well" trope fits them so well.

just imagine: they become of age the same year, but phum is first. and for those months that separates them, peem is helplessly hit with little messages that make him want to rip his hair out, blow after blow. because the first time his soulmate writes to him, it's on his palm. letters small, unsure and so wobbly peem can barely make out the words. but he does. he does and he can't breathe for a few minutes after.

it reads "find me whenever you want, but please just like me. like me like me like me" his soulmate doesn't write often. but when they do, it's not 'hello', it's not 'i guess you're still not of age yet because you're not responding', it's not 'what's your name' or 'tell me things about yourself'

it's just every heart-wrecking piece of vocabulary ever created.

it's 'it hurts. i hope i'm the only one hurting so often. please take care of yourself'

it's 'i hope someone told you you're loved today. you deserve it. you deserve it even when i feel like i don't. even if we share this same soul.'

it's 'i'm sorry for hurting you. i feel like i'm hurting you sometimes. i just want to talk to you but i don't know how.'

it's 'are you reading me? can you see me? sometimes i feel like not many people can see me on this earth.'

it's 'i hope you like hugs. i hope you'll hug me until i can't breathe. please. please.'

and mostly it's just 'please like me. please don't find me lacking. not you.'

his soulmate writes them at the darkest of hours, and they're always wobbly, always without steady contour. and peem has understood from the first ever message that the ache in his gut is not his. not really. it's his soulmate's. it's the half that seems to tremble every time they seeks peem so ruthlessly.

when he becomes of age. he doesn't know what to do. his soulmate hasn't said a thing in two weeks. no more shattering messages that are whispered on peem's skin like a plead. peem can't find words to answer to everything ever revealed to him. to a pain he can't understand but can feel.

so he draws. he only draws. the first ever doodle he paints on his skin is a chibi version of himself hugging a shaded figure tightly to his chest. right in the center of his palm, where his soulmate chose to begin everything.

hours later, when he looks down at his palm, he stars quivering from within. because the paint is smeared. but it's not because of sweat. it has droplets peppered all over, as if someone cried over it freely. not peem's tears.

right under it, the same wobbly writing appears 'you are so talented. I'm sorry for ruining it. please don't stop.'

peem's tears join right after. q finds him sobbing into his elbow in a corner of their art classroom.

he never stops. he never fucking stops. he draws everyday. every morning, even if he's late for his first year of university, he opens his paints and doodles the most trivial of things on his palm, always in the middle of his palm. he mostly doodles himself, because he wants his soulmate to know him more and more. he doodles himself drinking coffee, because he loves coffee. he draws himself painting. draws himself bickering with q's chibi version, the bubbly letters 'this is my annoying best friend, you'll like him. he's the most caring person I've ever met.' right above it. he doodles peem's friend's sleeping on top of each other on his bed, and writes 'i hope you'll join the pile one day.'

he doodles the cats he sees on the streets 'i like them. what animals do you like?' he doodles characters from his favorite shows and books and bands. his soulmate answers them all hesitantly, after hours. like he doesn't know if he should, if he can.

but he never stops saying 'pretty.', 'talented.' never stops scribbling little, trembling 'thank yous' around peem's drawings.

most of all, peem just draws himself hugging the vague figure of his soulmate. because he likes hugs, he adores hugs and he'll give his soulmate hugs in every shape and form.

then one day, peem draws an annoyed version of his chibi's face, along with the words 'i met the most annoying person today.'

he didn't think much of phum at first. phum is annoying and cocky and nothing like his soulmate's meek writing, the ache that follows it. he and his deal get on peem's nerves. but also he seems like he can't escape phum. he can't stop seeing layers and layers of the guy. can't stop his initial annoyance from dissolving, watering down.

one time, he scoffs, mostly as a joke, as a taunt. 'i bet your other half is as much a handful as you are.'

but phum didn't rise to the bait, like he always does. his whole face mellowed, instead, voice the shiest it's ever been as he curls his palm to his chest and whispers, 'my soulmate is the most gentle soul I've ever met, even if he's my half.'

and peem is. he's shattered. mouth dry and shocked and strangely shattered. because what do you mean even if he's my half, what do you mean phum's so besotted it drips off his face like liquid paint.

weeks pass, time goes by and peem finds himself hurting for more reasons than one. because he's starting to yearn differently than before. because he feels no longer halved, but pulled in three different directions. he still draws for his soulmate daily, still feels warmth right in the middle of his chest when he receives his soulmate's words, no long so full of desolation, but mostly reactions to peem's doodles.

but there's a heat that engulfs him whenever phum is around. consuming and maddening and most of all, confusing. peem should not feel like this for someone who doesn't have the right to leave ink on his skin. he shouldn't. he should stop his heart from beating so desperately. he shouldn't because the first words his soulmate ever said were 'please like me like me like me' and peem can't go and break that unspoken promise of liking his other half until they both fade away.

yet his feelings are growing and glaring, and he finds himself grasping at delusions that do him no good.

peem finds himself trying to sneak looks at phum's palms, just for a glance, for an ounce of hope that perhaps the yearning is not so unfounded. that phum's moments of undiluted softness, so unexpected but somewhat familiar, are a sign from fate for peem to look, search, discover.

it's ridiculously hard to look at this man's palms, and that shouldn't give him such expectations but it does. because phum wears oversized stuff like he has something to hide beneath his sleeves. he keeps his hands curled nearly all the time, like he's protecting something.

[to be continued]

YEA WELL. I'm writing this one for ao3 so I'll stop here because it's already a very long post of me rambling. Many questions to be answered. Does Phum know before Peem does? For how long? How does Peem find out? Hmm.

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hello

Can I request a laios x reader, with the reader as laios ex-fiance, since their arrangements was broken off when he ran away without explanation reader have been sad and mad about it. But then someday laios mother told reader about laios become a new king after defeating a demon, reader decided to go there, because reader want to know why he ran away

I'm sorry if this is difficult to understand, English is not my first language, thank youuu

Oh you got no need to apologize its all ok. i understand what you meant. id be happy to do this. thank you so much for sending an imagine in.

Even though its been many years since laios cut off the arrangement and disappeared you still found yourself getting upset at him. He just cancelled it all and ran off to not be heard from again.

Of course over the years that anger and frustration faded greatly but every so often your mind would wander and you would feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of being abandoned like that. but over all you figure it was probably for the best anyway, you dont mind your life and that touden was always...strange to say the least even if he was a looker.

One day though as you are going about your day when laios mother approaches you, asking if she can come in. You agree and let her inside, despite your feelings about laios you had no bad blood with her. you get the both of you some tea as she starts speaking. "Did you hear about the rise of the golden kingdom?" she asks, you nod and say of course you had. it had been the talk of the entire world ever since it rose up out of the sea, seemingly out of nowhere one day. Apparently some group of adventurers defeated the mad mage and seemed like those rumors about becoming the new leader of it was true. You say casually as you take a sip of some tea. "yeah well apparently Laios was the one that defeated the mage and rules the golden kingdom now." she says so casually causing you to spit all the tea you were drinking out, shouting in confusion you ask her if you heard that right? she nods and explains what she had been told from letters from falin, you knew that falin had stayed in touch with there parents but laios had apparently cut them off a decade ago much to your surprise.

You decide to pay a visit, you feel like you almost HAVE to. you need to know why he just left you like that, why he did what he did all those years ago. It took you a bit to get to the new golden kingdom, laios definitely had travelled a far distance since your last time you saw him. By the time you reach the kingdom a full month has passed, you ask the guards to message the king telling him that "Y/N from his arranged marriage wanted to see him." of course you werent sure he would even respond, i mean why would he. he didnt want to marry you obviously so why should he care about seeing you, especially now that he is a KING of all things. However you were surprised when the guard came back and agreed to take you to the king.

When you entered you saw him sitting on a throne. To his left you see a young elf woman with twin braids beside him, This must have been his royal advisor maybe? you werent sure. However you did notice his sister beside her chatting with her...except she was different, she wasnt a tall man anymore..atleast not fully. you noticed a plume of fluffy white feathers poking out of the opening on her chest and down her arms. It was clear she had been changed by some form of magic.

As you walk closer laios asks if everyone can leave the room for a moment, he wants to talk privately with you as they agree and leave leaving only you and him. "So Y/N, how have things been?" He asks awkwardly, its clear he is uncomftorable and doesnt know what to say. You had thought of the things you would say to him for years now, over and over you had gone over in your head what you were going to say to the man that just up and left you like that. you would be furious and scream, sob and cry, all the words you planned to say just dissapear and all you can say is a single word. "why.."

He sighs as he rubs his neck and begins to explain, He tells you how he had began to despise his parents for how they let falin be treated, and how instead of supporting her and her talents they sent her away to the magic school on a different continent. He had grown to hate his parents (more so his father but he had no fond feelings towards his mother either) even though falin kept in contact with them. He also explained how he never felt comfortable around people, that he had always felt more comfortable around monsters...and that in truth he hated people. Plus he admits he wasnt the richest person in the world so would have been able to give you a proper dowry. All of these together made him feel like he wouldnt have been able to give you the life you deserved, he didnt want you to be stuck with a man that hated everyone around him and hated where he lived and wanted to leave and get as far away as he could. He figured that wasnt fair to you, and he didnt know how to properly convey this and let you down easily so...he ran.

The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected...all this time you thought he just didnt like you or hated you ever, or he didnt care about you at all. All this time you hated him for what he did and that you swore you would get answers one day...but these werent the answers you were expected. It would have been so easy to continue to be mad at him, if he said he just didnt like you or hated you that would have been fine..you expected it at this point, but no...he did this because he didnt want to subject you to a miserable life with him..he knew you would be miserable with him if he had stayed there and he didnt want to put you through that...god this was so much harder than you were expecting. "You know....now that im king of the golden kingdom money isnt an issue..and ive made sure the kingdom is a kind place that treats everyone with kindness." you see him slump down a bit. "and since monsters come nowhere near the kingdom...if you want, we can get to know each other better..and see how we feel about each other then?" he says softly, damn that man he was a looker. you sigh, almost relieved its turned out that way. saying you would like that

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Cats out of the Bag~

Gojo Satoru turned into a what now??

Warnings: none…at least I don’t think??

I drove as fast as I could towards Shoko’s place, fear building up inside of me with every second that passed.

I was peacefully lying down on my bed, scrolling through my phone mindlessly. That was until I got a text message from the group chat, specifically Shoko telling me to come to her place, and quickly. She said something happened to Toru. The instant I got that message, I didn’t even question her. I got out of my bed, quickly put on a sweatshirt and leggings, and ran out to my car.

I was definitely speeding, passing through all the other cars that were in my way. Usually I would never drive this recklessly, but due to the fact that something has happened to Toru, it was different.

I tried to keep myself calm as I drove, trying not to let my mind wander to the worse case scenarios. Spoiler, I couldn’t do it.

Lately, Toru has been going out on more missions, and dangerous ones at that. He always assures you that he will be fine, but there was always a bit of doubt in your mind. After all, no matter what he thought, he was still human. A powerful one at that, but still a human who could still die.

What if this was it? What if he faced a curse that was too much for him? What if the curse got to him and killed him? What if it took him over and took control of his body? What if…what if…what if!

All these thoughts kept running through your mind as you got closer and closer to Shoko’s home.

Tears started to collect in your eyes. You tried to fight them back to clear your vision, but instead, more water began to well up in your eyes. It got to the point where the accumulation of tears started to fall down your face. Silent sobs began to escape your mouth as your fears of losing your Toru kept replaying in your head.

—

You finally arrived at Shoko’s and ran out of your car, opening her door.

”What happened? Where is he? Is he okay?” You asked with desperation, tears still falling down your face.

Shoko and Suguru both looked towards you and became concerned. Shoko ran up to you and placed her hands on your face, rubbing your tears away.

”Why are you crying? What happened?” She asked

”You said something happened to Toru and I took that as a sign that he…that…” You spoke softly, getting lost in your mind once again. Suguru looked down at his phone in the group chat, reading Shoko’s message.

Suguru sighed, placing a hand on his face with disbelief.

”Shoko, why would you say it like that.” He said with disappointment.

”I sent a laughing emoji afterwards!” She said, grabbing her phone out to prove it. However, her scrunched face dropped after she saw a “Message not delivered” show up on her phone. She looked up at both you and Suguru with a sheepish face.

”So uh…funny story…sorry…”

Suguru groaned, rolling his eyes at her. He came up to you and looked down at you, placing his hands on your arms.

”What is going on, Suguru? Where is Toru? Is he okay?” You asked, your chest tightening.

”Yes, he is fine.” He responded with a soft chuckle.

”Well…for the most part.” Shoko said.

”What do you mean? I’m getting so many mixed signals right now, and I don’t like it!” You said with frustration. All you cared about was if Toru is well and alive.

“Y/n…Satoru and I went out on a mission. We were supposed to stop a curse that was causing…interesting things to happen to people. We did stop the beast…but not before it got to Satoru.” He said

”And before you see him, Y/n, please know that this side effect only lasts for 24 hours max. That’s what our reports have shown based off of the others who have been impacted from it.” Shoko interjected

“Just show me to him, please.” You said, desperate to see your love.

The two looked at each other and nodded. Shoko took your hand and walked you to the backyard, bringing you to…a white cat?

”I'm confused. Where is Toru?” You asked, seeing the cat's ears perk up at the sound of your voice. The cat turned around towards you, showing bright blue eyes similar to…

”Toru??” You asked, wide eyed as you looked at the small figure on the ground.

The cat ran up to you, wrapping its tail around your leg and snuggling up to you.

”This is what I was talking to you about. That cursed being was able to turn people into other animals. When Satoru and I were fighting it, he went up and finished it off, but not before the creature got a final blow in. Just as the creature was killed, it sent off one last blast of cursed energy and hit Satoru…and well, you know the rest.” Suguru said, his hand touching the top of your shoulder.

Toru hissed at Suguru touching you, about to run up and attack him. However, before he could, you knelt down and grabbed him with both of your hands, holding him up in front of you.

You gave the small cat a good look, seeing obvious signs now.

A small smile made its way towards your face before a small giggle escaped your mouth.

Soon, that simple giggle turned out into an all out laughing session as you realized your boyfriend had been turned into a cat…a cat out of all things!

You held him close to you, feeling the soft fur against your arms.

”Well you certainly seem happier now than before.” Shoko said, smiling down at you hugging Toru.

”Of course I am. I would much prefer this than…you know…” You said, drifting off. You felt Toru wiggle in your arms, climbing up your chest and licking your cheeks after realizing your tearstained face.

”He is concerned as to why you were crying.” Suguru said, finding it somewhat adorable.

I smiled down at him, rubbing his fur, making him purr.

”Don’t worry, Toru. It was Shoko’s fault.” You said, smirking at Shoko.

”I said I’m sorry! What more do you want?!” She whined.

Toru hissed once more, trying to run after her, but you stopped him by holding him close to you. You chuckled as you kissed his head, rubbing his fur.

”It’s okay, Toru. She just did her usual sending one text at a time rather than putting it all in one, which ultimately ended up with me crying. But all is well now.” You said, smiling up at Shoko. She stuck her tongue out at you playfully, ignoring the death stare Toru was giving her.

You then sat up, Toru still in your arms.

”Well, I suppose I just have to wait until he turns back to normal then?” You asked, seeing Shoko nod.

”Yep. Most people usually end up turning back within 12-24 hours. It just depends on the person. So far…its been only 6 hours for him, so you’ve got a bit of time left.” She said.

”Well, I don’t really have anything planned today…so I guess Ill just stay and watch him until he turns back.” You said, turning on your heels.

Toru cuddled up to your neck, purring louder and louder as he felt your heartbeat. It soothed him to the point where he fully relaxed in your arms, closing his eyes.

You couldn’t help but squeal at how adorable he looked.

”I suppose I should take him back to our place. Thank you for letting me know what happened to him…even if it came out wrong at first.” You said, teasing Shoko once more.

”yeah, yeah, yeah. Just go take care of your man…well cat in this case.” She teased back.

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You said your goodbyes to Shoko and Suguru, taking Toru back to your guys’ place. You figured it would be a nice and relaxing time with Toru since he would just relax around the house…oh how wrong you were.

”Toru, stop being stubborn and get down from there!” You yelled as you tried to reach him. He was currently on the ceiling of you guys’ house, sitting on the fan.

He just meowed at you, almost as if he was teasing you.

”Damn it, you're even worse as a cat! Come on Toru!” You begged, trying to persuade him to come down.”

He turned around, facing the string hanging from the fan,trying to play with it.

”Toru, please. You’re going to get hurt!” You said, watching him get closer and closer to the edge of the fan.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in your mind. You remember a few days ago, there was a sale on mochi and you bought all kinds of flavors for both you and Toru to try. You quickly went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab his favorite kind. Then, you walked back to the living room and looked up at the cat on the ceiling fan. You crinkled the bag of mochi and watched as Toru slowly turned around towards you, eyeing the bag in your hand.

” If you be a good boy and come back down here, I’ll let you have some of your favorite mochi. But only if you get off the ceiling fan.”

Within seconds, the cat quickly ran down towards you, sitting right in front of you.

You smiled down at him and knelt down to him, picking him up.

”You’re such a good boy, yes you are! Yes you are!” You spoke in a higher pitched voice, holding him up in the air. You placed your nose on his nose, crinkling yours at his cuteness.

Suddenly, the clock in your kitchen began to chime, signaling that another hour had passed.

Within a second, the cat that was in your hands turned into a tall man. That man, of course, being none other than your boyfriend, Toru.

His face was between your hands and both of your noses were touching. Your eyes widened at the closeness, heat rising to your face as you saw the beautiful face you’ve been longing to see for almost a week now.

”I’m your good boy, huh?’ He asked in a hushed tone, watching your body tense up from the closeness.

His hands moved towards your arms, pulling you closer to him to make sure you didn't leave.

”I missed you, you know that?” He spoke, slowly walking you over to the nearest wall.

”D-Did you?” You asked, feeling your heart race from the sudden change in the atmosphere

“Mhmm. I missed you so much~” He said, pulling you into him so that he could hug you. He inhaled your scent, holding you close.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” He said apologetically. If he was being honest, he was full of guilt. Ever since he first saw your tear stained cheeks earlier today, he knew it was because you thought something bad had happened to him. He knew you loved him with all your heart and more, and that was why you were bawling your eyes out when you thought he was seriously injured. The fact that you cared for him so much alone made him love you even more…if that was even possible.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling up at him.

”It’s okay. I’m just glad you are still healthy and alive.” You said, kissing his cheek softly.

”It’s not. I know I’ve been going out on missions too much lately, and it's no secret that they have been becoming increasingly dangerous. And I know its taking a toll on you.” He said looking down at you. His hand caressed your cheek, pulling you in close to his face.

”But I promise to you, my sweet love, that I will be more cautious for you. The last thing I’d want to do is to leave you alone by yourself. The last thing I’d want to do is to be the reason for your sadness and anxiousness. I want you to only be happy and calm whenever you think of me. Let me make it up to you, hmm?” He asked, inches away from your lips.

You smiled up at him, nodding, wanting him to continue.

He gently placed his lips on yours, humming at the long awaited kiss. He missed you just as much as you missed him. He lifted your body up with ease, carrying you to the couch, and throwing you on it. He smiled down at you, crawling on top of you.

He placed soft kisses all over your face, wrapping his arms around you and carefully pressing all of his body weight on you.

You smiled up at him and pulled him into you, both of you getting comfortable in each others arms. You two cuddled on the couch together, Toru’s head lying on your chest, listening to your heart beat. You played with his hair, feeling his fingers run up and down your sides.

”I love you, Y/n~”

”And I love you, my sweet Toru~” You responded, kissing the top of his head.

For the rest of the day, you two spent it cuddling, kissing, and trying out the mochi you bought. It was a very uneventful way to spend the rest of your day, but a very meaningful one to both of you.

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[7ndipity]

After a fight

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: When Joon gives you the silent treatment after a fight, you start to fear for the future of your relationship

Warnings: angst, swearing, not proofread

A/N: I meant to post this request last night, but I got stuck and ugh. We've had a little bit of a theme with the angsty requests this week, huh? I need to go write smth fluffy now, lol (Also, omg we just 500 followers?!)

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Stupid. It was just a stupid fight. You kept thinking to yourself as you paced around your empty apartment, watching as yet another hour ticked by without a word from Joon.

The two of you had gotten into a argument that morning over something small that didn't even really matter, and certainly didn't deserve the level of intensity that you had both responded with. You'd both said things you shouldn't have, resulting in Namjoon leaving for the studio without so much as a goodbye, slamming the door behind him.

Once you'd had some time to cool down though, you had realized how you had let things get out of hand and had texted him, saying that you shouldn't have lost your temper, and to please call you. But each message had been met with stony silence.

At first, you'd understood his lack of responses, he was upset and needed time as well, but as one hour had rolled into another, and then another, you could feel a sinking weight beginning to form in your stomach.

It certainly wasn't the first time you'd fought, but it was the first time that he'd gone this long without at least checking in on you, which began to make you worry that maybe you had pushed too far this time.

By this point, it was now late in the evening and with still no word from him, your fears were starting to eat away at you as you grew more anxious.

What if it was one stupid fight too many? What if he had decided he'd had enough?

Tears burning your eyes at the thought, you sank onto the couch, burying your face in your hands as you wept.

"Y/n?"

You hadn't heard the front door open, but you were now very aware of his eyes and hands on you, as he checked you over for any sign of injury or illness. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry." You said, trying to fight back a sob. "I-I shouldn't have said any of those things to you. You can be mad at me, I'm just so sorry."

"Shit." He sighed, now understanding and pulling you into his hold. "I'm sorry too, baby."

The two of you sat together, mumbling apologies to each other as you fought to get your emotions back under control.

"This morning, what I said-" You started, but he was quick to stop you.

"Let's just forget about this morning?" He suggested, sensing your lingering guilt.

"I would love that." You said. "I love you."

"I love you too." He said. "I'm sorry I didn't call earlier."

" 's okay." You sniffled.

"It's not. I should've just talked to you, instead of storming of like that."

"I thought we were gonna forget about that?" You poked him, making him finally crack a smile.

"Alright then. Did you eat yet? Wanna order something?"

"Mhm." You agreed, letting him pick whatever he wanted. So long as you could stay close together, you were fine with anything.

[bubbles0bop]

Could I ask for jjk x f reader? Yuji is my comfort character but in season two he seems to need more comfort! Could we get a reader comforting him after shibuya. If your too busy don’t worry about it thank you 😊

Comfort in silence- Yuji Itadori x F!Reader Drabble

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Disclaimers: established relationship, crying, not following the manga plot

This was super cute! Thank you for requesting 🫶

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At this moment, you are enveloped by darkness, sitting to the far corner of the hotel room that you've been accommodated with for the time being. It was later in the night then you'd like to admit, but there was no way you would be able to rest any time soon.

You had not long ago arrived back from your meeting with the higher ups. You assume many of your other classmates have had to do the same. However, the only person on your mind at the moment was a certain pink haired boy which was no where to be found.

You two had promised each other that this would be the place you would meet after all the chaos has ceased. But in reality, no one really did know for sure now if any of this would ever end. Some dead, most injured, and a heaping most of Shibuya had outright disappeared. There was a lot of TLC needed.

To your relief, the door opens reveling your boyfriend, battered and bruised and with a few new scars adorning his face. You didn't pay much mind to that however; a heavy sigh left your lungs just from the thought that he was for sure alive and here for you.

You stood up from the chair that you had been sitting in, but you were silent. The silence felt almost illegal to break and both of you were waiting for the other to speak. It was the type of silence that kept you waiting because the air grieved with the unknown.

He slowly walked towards you and not surprisingly, his normal cheerful demeanor was long gone- you doubted it would fully come back any time soon.

To your relief, his arms opened widely as he reached to you and you enveloped him into the warmest hug you could muster. His face buried into your shoulder, seeking comfort as he slowly started to sob.

You said nothing but reached your hand up to his hair, shushing him.

You tugged his hand towards the bed in the center of the room and invited him to lay with you. He wiped a few stray tears across his face but they just kept flowing.

"It's all my fault..." was the first thing he had said to you. Oh, he sounded so broken. Your boy was in the deepest darkest moment in his life and you were not sure how you could fix it but for now you hold him tighter.

"It will never be your fault Yuji... You have no idea how much we all love you. You are just a boy with a big heart who somehow got dragged into all this mess." His sobs grew louder as you spoke but you know that you had reassured him a little.

His cries slowed down until he could manage to respond. "Will you leave me because of all this- all this mess?"

You grabbed his face closer to yours from where it had been stuffed into your chest.

"Of course not, my love. We're in this together!" You grinned at him but he didn't return it. You decided to pepper his face in kisses to really push your message.

This seemed to work because you soon heard him giggling softy. He sniffed away his tears and you wiped a few stray droplets from his cheeks before sharing a long deserved kiss.

He stuffed his face back to the crook of your neck and you both shared a moment of comforting silence. You thought to yourself about the events that had unfolded over the last several days. You both can hold each other until the end of eternity, but that doesn't dismiss the fact that this battle isn't over for either of you. However, having someone to love you was damn sure the best thing you could ever ask for in all this chaos. And if there's one thing you could do for him, for Yuji, you'll be here. You'll be by his side forever until all his sparrows fade away and you know he knows that.

Before long you feel his body start to relax and soft snores are coming from his lips. Your hand rests in his hair before you join him, falling asleep in each others arms.

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 7

Spoilers for ISAT as a whole, including Two Hats. I'm not great with slice of life stuff so I'm just supplementing it with tons of Isafrin content, hope you enjoy!

(As your nearing the end of your walk of shame, you perk up to the faint sound of your family shouting in the distance.)

"Siffriiiiiiin!!!!"

"FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!"

"Hey Sif, where are yah buddy?"

(You take a deep breath, slowly coming out of the tree line to make yourself known. You don't make eye contact. You feel bad enough about leaving, let alone coming back empty handed.)

"There you are Siffrin, you had us worried sick."

"Yeah, Sif, where'd you vanish off to?" (Isa asked in his always so kind and caring tone, not an ounce of judgement in his voice. You just walk over to him, gently laying your head against his chest. You didn't care that this was out of character, you needed him right now...) "I thought... I thought Loop was here..." (You say in a meek whisper, before feeling his large arms wrapping around you in a comforting gesture.) "I-It's alright Sif... We'll find them eventually, I'm sure!" (He reassures you, quickly getting over the bit of fluster you caused by your sudden closeness.) "Y-Yeah... We'll find them..." (You mumbled out, but even you are having a hard time believe that at this point.) --------------------------------------------------------- (Everyone wanted to make sure you were well rested after the ordeal they all went through yesterday. Despite it being practically a whole lifetime ago, so many pieces of it still stick in your mind, especially now that you're back here... You're finally back in your and Isa's room you were staying in that night. Everyone gave you plenty of space after this morning, though you're not even sure if you wanted that. You take off your cloak and hat, instinctively reaching for your ears and catching nothing... Right... we... we're not there yet... You take a couple deep breaths to calm yourself, sitting down in your bed. You look back down at your hand, pausing for a moment before making the sign for calling Loop again, hesitating before bringing it back to your face.) "Loop... Are you-" ["Hello~!"] "LOOP! Y-" ["The cosmic entity you are trying to reach is currently unavailable, please leave a message at the tone and we'll get back to you just as soon as we can~!" beeeeep] "..." (You take a moment to recover from the jarring tone you just heard, then deciding to leave a message as instructed.) "Loop... I'm s-" (You cut yourself off, you know they don't want to hear anymore apologies.) "... I wasn't being completely honest when you asked me why I wasn't freaking out earlier... The truth is I was terrified. I was frozen stiff when I woke up, I couldn't bring myself to move... and then I heard you, Loop... Your voice snapped me out of it. I missed you so blinding much Loop, for all these years I never stopped thinking about you, caring about you, always hoping I'd one day see you again... I just wanted to make sure you knew that, how much you really mean to me... I hope you're okay..." (You release the sign before moving your hand over to wipe your tears, giving a bit of a sniffle.) "Sif? You alright?" (Isa chimes in, the door starting to creak open just a bit.) "Heh... Hard to say honestly." (You answer with a light chuckle through your soft sobbing.) "Do you... want some company, tonight?" (You just respond with a light nod, Isa slipping fully into the room and closing the door behind himself.)

[hopelessdazai]

hii! I hope ur having a good day! Idk if requests r open or not, if not, u can ignore this but can u write something nsfw about dazai just being really mean with a brat reader? Like something about the usual soft dazai choking the hell out of me does something to me. Please ignore this if ur uncomfy!

of course, anon! I'll do my best to give you what you require <3

A Shortage Of Breath

contents ; dazai x reader, pure filth and nsfw, sub reader, reader is implied to be fembodied, choking, degrading,

you knew he'd been having a bad day. "he" being your boyfriend, Osamu Dazai.

it'd been approximately 10am when you'd gotten the first message off him, complaining about how he just wanted to come back home to you, how kunikida was pissing him off more then normal.

which, you responded accordingly. saying you missed him too and that you'd do anything to be with him right now, that you begged he'd come home early so you could cuddle and take his stress away.

you had plans to cook and clean that day, maybe not.

even with how many months you'd been dating him, you never expected him to actually have come home from work early instead of the skipping. must've been a really bad day.

"[name]. where are you?" He called, tugging his coat off and draping it over the couch. you emerged from the kitchen, slightly wide eyed.

"you're home? already?" you tilt your head, backing up only a little as Dazai walks you into the counter, pulling you by the hips as he kisses you hungrily.

ah. its one of those days.

dazai swirls his tongue with yours, almost the same fever as an ancient dance ritual, barely letting you part. when he does, he glasps his hand over your mouth, whispering into your ear.

"bedroom." his hand traces away from your mouth, moving down to cup your waist. you giggled,

"not even a please? you're losing your manners."

"I don't need manners, I need you."

"and you won't be getting it without a please."

he grunts, biting your neck and lifting you up against the wall, tugging the clothing on your bottom half up and almost near ripping off your panties. you gasp, feeling him bottom out inside you almost instantly.

"I don't need to say please, damn it. let me have you." He mumbled, already starting to move himself in and out of you. and god it felt delightful. dazais hand traced his way to your neck, clasping over it tightly.

with the combination of him deep inside you and his hand to your neck, you could barely even fucking breathe. but that was completely fine by you.

Dazai pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, which was a very pleasurable difference to the way he was pounding into you like he hated you.

"god, youre so wet. such a fucking slut-.. god- shit-" He closed his eyes tightly, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let out an almost inhuman whine, his hand only tightened around your throat.

your hands gripped his back, pulling at his clothing. you felt drool escape the side of your mouth, as well as tears welling in your eyes. it just felt so good. so so good.

"yeah..~ look at you, such a fucking mess..~" He mumbled. he must've needed this more then you would've anticipated.

you felt his speed increase as he neared his high, the sound of skin slapping, moans, grunts and whimpers was almost like it was straight out of a porn movie. it only sparked the both of you further.

Dazai's nails dug into the sides of your neck slightly as he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he came right into you. the both of your breathing heavy.

he pulled himself out as you tried to regain your breath, his grip on your throat loosening enough for you to let out louder gasps. Dazai's head tilted down, his hair covering the view of his eyes for you.

"my little whore.. you're leaking..~" the brunette teased, looking back up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. you choked out a sob as he slammed back into you. "we can't be having that, hm? let's keep going."

first 'full' fic I've written on this account. I hope you all enjoy, and i hope it was enough meal for you, anon !! <3 I'm not the best at writing this sorta stuff but I hope it was satisfactory!! - zai

[thedevilrisen]

Hospital - 3

Nova Crosby -

11:46 pm

Luke sat in the blue hallway of the hospital, hands shaking as he picked at the buttered banana bread that the nurse suggested he purchase, he had to admit. It was very good. Sitting there in his own world of dismay, struggling to find his footing in the storm of uncertainties. Since he was sent down to the cafe, which closed half-an-hour ago no new information had arised.

Luke was still waiting for Sid near the entrance of the hospital, responding to his message with an 'I'll tell you when you get here.' Both men knew that that conversation would be better had face to face, with each other to lean on. A common theme between the two was a severe restlessness, understandability so when a loved one was in a precarious position.

Luke's gaze followed movement outside the glass entry doors to the hospital, when the motion sensor light triggered he identified the movement as Sidney and immediately jumped up to greet him. Luke pressed the green button for the door as it was past visiting hours which meant no one from the outside was allowed in.

When Sid walked through the glass doors, his eyes connecting with Luke's as the two let out a simultaneous breath of relief. While many would be worried for Nova there were probably only two who would match the incredulous level and right now they were standing and looking at each other in the hospital entrance tears beading the tops of their lashes in solitude.

"How you holding up, kid?" Sid rasped out, barely above a whisper. He had to admit, Luke looked like a mess, dark bags under his bloodshot eyes, his hair was tousled from running his hand through it countless times as he sat in the weight of the situation.

"I certainly could be better, I can tell you that much." Luke spoke sarcastically, Sid got the impression that Luke was very much akin to a wounded animal. Terrified and defensive, refusing help from others because that would make the situation worse. "Not as bad as you I'd imagine."

Sid nodded solemnly along with the whispered words, when he had first heard from Luke what was wrong with Nova he had consulted his medical dictionary to disclose what a brain aneurysm was and whether or not her was having one. Never in a million years or life times did he think he would be standing in the entrance of a hospital in which housed Nova in its sterile-lit depths.

"While she was first and foremost my darling little girl Luke, she's now your girl too. I've always know one way or another she'd become so infatuated with someone and I'd be handing her off at an alter eventually." Sid took a deep breath, eyes darting around as he tried to find the correct way to word his next statement, "I had just always prayed, that one day it would be the right person. I don't want to make any outrageous assumptions.. but if I didn't know any better Luke I'd say you are planning to be that person."

Luke finally felt his walls crumble, the strong front he held in the ambulance and in the emergency, when he took a picture with the server at the cafetiera. It all came crashing down. Tears spewed from Luke's eyes as he stumbled forward into Sidney's arms, wet gargled sobs entrenched the prior tranquility of the hospital lobby and turned it into a cacophony of suffering. The ensemble of incoherence continued to play as the ship sank, and Luke to his knees with Sidney in tow, his arms still cradling the distraught boy.

Sidney didn't try to quiet the boy, Luke needed to let out the emotion or he would explode. As his quaking shoulders softened to mear trembles and tears subsided Sid loosened his grip, letting Luke drag himself back into reality, allowing him to strengthen his frontier again for everything that was to come.

And come it did.

Unknown ID

Dear Family of Nova Crosby, two of her 3 schedules surgeries went to plan, we were unable to perform the third due to a complication in which she has been moved to the Intensive Care unit, located on level three, for close monitoring. Please find the Intensive Care waiting room located outside ward 3A where a nurse will come find you and bring you to visit.

[write-like-you-mean-it]

Time is but a drop in the ocean (Illumi/reader) angst

Checking your phone gets lonelier the more you pick it up. Every empty vibration of someone else’s happiness angers the soul. Your best friend hanging out at a party or your worst enemy showing off their new clothes. Both feel the same in one’s eyes when he’s gone. Many nights you lay awake wondering if you’ve done something to piss him off, but you know he’s busy. 

Your fingers scroll over the messages once more. ‘Sorry my love. I have another mission. Call you tomorrow.’ It’s been three days since this. Three days of silence. Sometimes the lies feel so endless. A day always turns into three then five and soon a week ends before you can hear his voice. 

You muster up your courage and decide to call. Your hand fumbles over the picture of Illumi. It was one of the only moments you’ve caught him with the curl upward of his right lip. He stated it was a smile but you knew it was much more. He’s finally given you an opportunity to see the true him. 

The phone went to voicemail almost immediately. The electronic wizzing of “the number you have tried to reach couldn’t answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep.” Each word was the snap of a tightly wound cord deep inside. 

“Hey baby.” Your own breath felt empty as if the straining caught you off guard. “It’s been a few days. I was wanting to check on you.” 

Feelings had always been difficult to muster. It was easier to check up on him then to say you missed him. Cool tears rolled down your cheek and met at the bottom of the phone. It was as if each tear could be sent with the words spoken. 

“I hope you’re doing alright.” You caught your sobbing breath before it could start. A few more shaky breaths left your mouth before you felt some anger bubble up. As much as you missed him, it wasn’t the first time he neglected you. Moments of silence filled the air. “Listen, Illumi.” You didn't know where your words would take you. “I am tired of not hearing you respond. It’s been days. I…” Your voice trails off before letting out a bolder lifting sigh. “I think if you keep this up then we will need to have a deeper talk than you think. I love you.”

Your brain picks at your next words. “I love you so much Illumi. But I can’t keep doing this. Please call me back as soon as you can.” Your finger holds over the end call; however, you can’t do it. Something holds the moment in the air. Time stills. It feels so final. 

When you got the courage to turn off your phone, you knew it was over between you two. Hours turned into days which turned into weeks. There was never a call from that number again.

[thenewausten]

Hi!! How are you? ^^ i really like your account, i love getting a notification for each post‼️

Imagine having a big argument with Quackity because he's not giving much attention to Y/N due to work ?

Hii! I'm fine! Ty <3 Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: One more chance.

When you and Alex started dating, in 2021, you thought you'd last. You were wrong. Extremely wrong.

Alex was full of energy, passion and love. He was young and brave, smart and creative, so handsome you'd feel you wanted to die sometimes. But still, he wasn't perfect. Of course, he's a human being, he's not perfect and will never be.

But you didn't want perfection, you weren't perfect aswell. You just wanted a boyfriend that'd understand you, being by your side no matter what.

Alex wasn't that person to you. You couldn't take it anymore. You lost count of how many times you both fought about it. About him doesn't giving you the support you needed.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?!" Alex asks as he sees your face. It's raining, you didn't have an umbrella, you're soaked, cold, shaking and angry. "I told you I was coming, Alexis. I asked you to pick me up."

"I'm sorry, amor. I didn't see the messages." He says as you get into his apartment. "I was streaming with Cellbit and Roier, we were..."

"Alexis, I want to break up." You cut him off. "I don't care what you were doing."

"What do you mean, Y/N?" He asks, confusion and worry passing through his face at the same time."You're not being a good boyfriend to me, 'Lex. You're making me sick."

"What did I do?"

"Do I need to repeat it again?! You're not supporting me, you're not listening to me, you're not being... I need you sometimes and you just... Don't care." You vent, feeling all the anger, sadness and resentment you've been feeling for months. Stronger now.

"Of course I care, baby. I know I've been working so much, but I care about you." He defends himself from your accusations, you sigh, tired of having to explain the basics for the man in front of you.

"You're putting your work over me! You're always talking about QSMP, you're always working on QSMP, you're giving all your fucking attention to this project!"

"Because it's important to me, Y/N!" He raises his voice a little."Don't you dare, Alexis, to raise your 'fuckin voice to me right now." You respond, angrily. "You're such a selfish!"

"No, I'm not. You're the one being selfish here, Y/N." He approaches you as you laugh, not believing what he just said. "This project is my life, I'm giving my blood, sweat and tears for it."

"And you're losing me in the process." Your heart hurts so much as you say it. Because it's true, because it's hard to believe your relationship with Alex was ending. Man, what a 'fuckin situation. "I'm not a selfish person, I don't accept you saying that of me." Tears wet your cheeks as you look at the boy in front of you. "I passed at the University. The notes were published on the website yesterday, you didn't even asked me about it." You whisper, watching regret passing through your boyfriend's face. "Shit." He whispers as he closes his eyes. "I'm sorry, mi amor."

"It doesn't matter anymore. I just need to pack my things so I can leave." You tried to control your crying, but at this point, it was almost impossible. "No, it's raining. I won't let you leave with this rain. Please, let's talk, baby. I promise you I'll..."

"I'm tired of your promises, Alexis." You cut him off and watch his face turn into to pure sadness. Man, his heart is broken. You watch him sits on the sofa and starts to cry, covering his face with his hands as he starts to sob. His shoulders shaking in the process. Your heart is in pieces now. There's nothing in your chest anymore as you see the boy you loved so much in tears like this. "It's okay, 'Lex."

You approach him, putting one hand in his back, consoling him. "It's okay." You wipe your own tears as his hands hugs your waist, so tight, like he doesn't want to let you go. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He whispers. "It's okay. I don't want it to finish in a bad way. I still love you, Alex. I'll always do."

"Don't say that, please." He asks, looking at you with red and tearing eyes, the eyes you loved so much. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N." He whispers. "I love you so much."

"I know, baby." Alex puts you on his laps."Alexis..." He holds your face with his both hands."Please, amor. Give me one more chance. Just one. I promise you I'll change." He says it, looking into your eyes. "I'm sorry, amor. Eres mi vida. I'd never trade you for a Minecraft server." He whispers, you can feel his desperation in his voice."You already did it." You whisper, so gently."I don't want to lose you. What's the meaning of all my success if I don't have you by my side?"

"I don't know." You whisper."You're making me feel so alone, 'Lex. Yesterday was about me and where were you? My success isn't important as yours?"

"Of course it's, amor. I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry about yesterday."

"It hurts so bad to be far away from my family, but it hurts more the fact my boyfriend doesn't seem to care about me anymore." Your heart clench with sadness as he wipes your tears.

"I care, Y/N." He whispers."I'm sorry I'm being so negligent with you." He says. "Just give me one more chance, amor. Please, just one more." He begs, looking into your eyes."I'll change, baby. Please." You feel his pain in his words so you hold his face with your both hands."You promise me?" You ask."I do, amor." He answers, looking into your eyes.

"Okay."

"Thank you, my love. I'm so sorry. Forgive me, please?" He whispers as he hugs you tight, kissing your neck. "I do, 'Lex. It's okay." You whisper. "No, it's not. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Y/N. I promise you won't regret it." He says, looking at your face. "I love you too, 'Lex. I know I won't." You give him a peck on the lips and he smiles. "Let's take a hot bath, corazón." Your boyfriend asks as he starts to get up with you on his lap. "Sure."

Quackity washed your hair, made you a hot tea and gave you some of his clothes to wear, you two went to bed to cuddle and discuss about what needed to be changed in your relationship. He understood your feelings, needs and thoughts and you understood his. He promised he'd stop putting his work in priority, recognising you, Y/N, was the love of his life and his life, not his project, it doesn't matter how much he loved it. He also promised he'd listen to you more, not being a dumbass selfish (his words).

You knew he'd change. You felt it. You felt how much he loved you, he was just so focused on work he wasn't showing it. He was suffering so much pressure from the public, he just... Wanted to give to people something they'd love. He never stopped loving you. He'll never do.

By the end of the night, you felt so much better, you were glad you gave your man one more chance. ❤️

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 43)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (2)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**This one broke me to write...**))

Jordan looked at the multiple missed messages and calls from Leah. It surprised her, to be fair. She’d never seen Leah so persistent. She felt bad for not replying, of course, but it had only been a day, and tomorrow was game day. She needed to sleep, so put her phone on her beside table and laid down, drifting off due to stress more than anything else.

*Dream*

“Jordan!”

Jordan’s head turned towards the noise in the other room.

“My apartment is not that big so she should be able to hear me. Jordan!”

Jordan wandered towards the noise. “Yeah?”

She stuck her head in the room to see Leah in front of her phone, on her live with Alex Scott. They bantered a little between the two before Leah turned to Jordan and grinned as she entered the room. “You’re getting a lot of requests.”

“Get Jordan in the live stream!” Alex said through the phone.

Jordan was hesitant, nervous of live videos as they were just that. Live. Leah shuffled over as she saw Jordan approaching, giving her a look that was amused at her obvious nerves.

“Here she is, here she is!” Alex gushed excitedly and Jordan gave an excuse as she ducked down into view of the camera. She smiled and could feel the red in her cheeks.

She gave an awkward wave to the camera. “Hello! Give us a chair then.” The last part was directed at Leah who stood and gave her chair to her, finding another one elsewhere.

“You know, sometimes you need to like, have a break from your work and then you’ll go back fresh.”

“This is the first time ever I’m trying to do work.”

Leah chuckled at that and sat down, deliberately sitting so close that their arms were against each other. It was Leah’s way of supporting Jordan knowing just how nervous she was. As the conversation went on, Jordan became more aware of just how many people were watching and tried to control those nerves. Below the camera’s view, Leah’s hand found her thigh, which immediately stopped her leg unconsciously bouncing, and her thumb stroked her slowly which calmed her. She leant more into Leah.

Jordan had a few dreams that night. All of Leah. Car rides, dates, nights at home, their little arguments that they had for fun. Training together, living together, cooking together, sharing a life and planning for the future. Blu chasing Leah around their apartment. Leah always being the first at her side when she fell on the pitch. Leah’s lips…

*Dream*

“Is this okay?” Leah whispered, a little breathless.

Jordan nodded and responded just as breathless. “Yeah…”

Leah’s lips met hers for the first time and Jordan couldn’t help but give a little whimper at how soft and gentle they were. Leah’s hand cupped her cheek and Jordan had no clue what hers were doing as the only thing she could think of were Leah’s lips and how they moved against her own. They moved together, explored together, heads tilting and breathing into each other. When their tongues touched, a shiver ran up her spine to her neck and creeped around into a blush.

‘I love you.’ She remembered thinking. ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’ Jordan hadn’t said it to her right then, but she’d known it for a while and that kiss solidified it for her. She hadn’t said it until weeks after Leah had for the first time. Leah had taken initiative for a lot of their relationship, to be fair, and although Jordan was sleeping, those memories made that hole in her heart feel so much emptier.

“No Jordan.” She mumbled to herself. “Don’t you remember what she did…?”

*Dream*

“W…Why?” Jordan sobbed, tears down her face.

“We’re both adults Jordan, I think we’ve known this was coming for a while.” Leah was stoic and her face unchanged. It was so unlike her.

Jordan hadn’t felt that at all. “I didn’t know…” she whispered, her tissue dabbing at her eyes dejectedly. She knew Leah had been under stress, but she thought they were happy.

“If this is about me being on the bench-”

“-it’s not.” She cut off harshly. She closed her eyes and Jordan wondered what she was thinking. When she opened her eyes, they were glazed over and she spoke as if reciting a speech. “We aren’t in love with each other anymore. This is all just habit. We both knew this was going to be hard, but we need to just rip the bandage off.”

Leah spoke for the both of them as if trying to convince Jordan of what she said. But it wasn’t true.

“But I am still in love with you…” she whispered, unsure how she was able to get the words out between sobs.

Leah’s eyes flashed to hers and her demeanour broke, her body swaying back and forth as she fought her emotions. Her eyes were red as she fought her tears.

“Don’t do this, Leah.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

Jordan could see in her eyes that she actually believed that, but she took it the wrong way. She assumed she meant that she didn’t love her anymore, that she was breaking her heart because she’d been so unhappy for so long and Jordan hadn’t known. So Jordan sobbed and nodded, accepting that Leah didn’t want her anymore. Blu in one arm and her last duffle over her shoulder, she walked out of Leah’s apartment.

“Take care of yourself Leah.”

If only Jordan knew the actual reason Leah had lied..

Jordan bolted upright in her bed, realising she’d been crying in her sleep. Why wouldn’t the memories just disappear? She looked at the time. 2am. Jordan didn’t dream much at all, so she was dazed and confused for a little before she forced herself out of bed. She padded out to the kitchen for some water. Blu walked over sleepily, confused because Jordan was out of bed.

“It’s okay little man, I’ll be okay.”

She picked him up and they settled on the couch together, Blu wrapped up in her arms as she pulled a blanket over them and they drifted to sleep again.

*Dream*

“All I’ve ever known of Arsenal is Jordan since I’ve been here.” Leah said. It was the last time Jordan and Leah had seen each other besides from a distance in Jordan’s last days at Arsenal. They hadn’t spoken since, and now it seemed like the final goodbye. Jordan’s decision to leave Arsenal had come after their break-up and although she’d made the decision alone, she had seen Leah’s regretful eyes boring into her from afar every day since she’d announced it. “Along with a few others, Jordan is one of the reasons that we are still at the top level today and the reason that we’re still competing for trophies. Without her staying when a lot of other people didn’t, this club would have…would have been very different today and I just think it’s important as players and as fellow teammates but also just professionally to recognise what Jordan has actually done for us. She’s literally given heart and soul for Arsenal from minute one until the end and I just think if I had a legacy like that to leave behind then I’d be very proud of it, but also just to be respected from my teammates and I know how much and I want to say on behalf of everybody because we all respect you so much and to lose you…yeah… feels like a bit of Arsenal is leaving as well so I just think I want to say on behalf of everybody, but from me as well, that you’re obviously a legend.”

Leah spoke fast, to avoid breaking down as she spoke. Jordan heard the emotion coming through as her voice wavered. Leah was never emotional when she spoke, so it hit harder than usual. Her words were so kind and final, it really did feel like the end. Jordan was continuously wiping her never-ending tears away with the cuff of her jumper as she listened. Katie rubbed her arm beside her as she wiped her own tears away.

For most of her speech, Leah wasn’t looking at Jordan, her eyes only flickering her way sometimes. Right now, however, her full attention was on her.

“I’m actually getting upset which is hard.” She admitted, her hand over her heart and a soft laugh to cover her pain.

They all clapped as Jordan stood teary eyed and accepted the bouquet of flowers that was almost the size of her. She felt movement behind her and turned towards Leah who gripped an arm around her shoulders tightly, pulling her close.

“I’m going to miss you.” She said just soft enough for Jordan to hear. “I’ll always be proud of you.”

Her head dipped down and Jordan was unsure if her lips touched her shoulder, but she didn't care in that moment. All she felt was loss and pain. Her partner, and now her club. Leah backed away and Jordan knew she had to speak then.

“Um…I did think I was going to leave by just saying hi, bye and grabbing my bags,” she joked as she put down the flowers. “…so I have absolutely no words. Um…obviously Arsenal’s just been like not just football but my home for twelve years and I think I’ve met some of the best people in my life at this club.” She barely managed to get the words out, stumbling over the last as she fought a sob, Katie’s expression pushing her over that edge. “Sorry..” Her head fell forwards to stare at the ground in an attempt to ground herself while her hands nervously played with her clothes.

“You can do it.” One of the girls supported.

“Come on.”

She took a deep breath. “I just couldn’t have done it without all of the girls over the years but I think this team have been…like the best team I’ve ever been with. I’ve met best friends for life and wearing that Arsenal shirt is the proudest moment of your life and it’s such a big club that…um you know obviously I’m gutted that I…I won’t been wearing it anymore but…I just love you’s all and I want you to win the league and go smash it…but yeah. Today’s a tough day and I’m sorry that I’m blubbering everywhere.”

She wiped her emotions away again and nodded. Twelve years of her life at Arsenal. Seven years with Leah. That was the end of that.

The doorbell ringing woke Jordan with a start, which in turn woke Blu who began barking.

“It’s okay, mate. We just slept in a little.” She comforted as she scrambled to her bedroom for a hoody as a shirt with no bra didn’t feel like enough. She grabbed her phone on the way out and looked at the multiple messages, missed calls and notifications that lit up her phone. It was a little more than usual, as Leah was still being persistent. She groaned, feeling like she’d had the worst sleep with her ceaseless dreams of memories. The doorbell rang again with knocking this time.

“Coming!!”

She opened the one text message she wanted to on her way to the front door.

YFN: Boarding now. I’ll call you when I land about 11:30am. Love you!

She smiled at that and pocketed her phone as she opened the door. “God, I’m so sorry…” she trailed off as she tried to see who she was talking to, but she couldn't behind the colours.

“Flower delivery, can I come in?”

“Uh…sure…”

Jordan stepped aside as three men in uniforms entered the house with so many different flowers, she didn’t know where to look. She was happy she’d grabbed a hoodie. Blu looked a little distressed at the intrusion, so she picked him up and patted him until he calmed a little. She was unsure who was calming who more.

The delivery men set the flowers up along the kitchen counter, two on the dining table and one on the coffee table.

They smiled as the exited, the last man handing her an envelope on the way out with a smile that said he was happy for her. She followed him to the door and closed it behind him, returning to the now very colourful apartment of hers.

“Well at least the peace lily isn’t alone anymore…” she murmured as she put Blu back down.

She had an idea of who the flowers were from, but the card inside the envelope confirmed it.

Jord,

I made a mistake on Friday night. I knew better, I was just so desperate to have you close again.

That was my fault, and the last fault I’ll make.

I’ll earn your trust and love back, I promise.

I’ll go slow from now on. No more mistakes.

I’m not going anywhere, ever again, unless you ask for it.

I love you. I always have, I always will.

Will you be my date to the GQ awards this coming Friday?

I’ll be not-so-patiently awaiting your reply.

Yours, Leah x

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Thoughts: Happy One-Year Anniversary ❤️🤍💙

I think it’s safe to say my life changed because of this movie.

I didn’t buy the book with the thought of it being this significant, but the moment I started reading and followed the promo leading up to movie, I could tell this was something different. Something bigger.

For one, because of this movie, I was happier than I ever was since Form 6 Farewell in January 2022. Waking up happy to check out what updates there were, counting down the days to the movie’s release.

I cannot pin point what in particular made this so different, so much more to me. Whether that be seeing characters similar to me, even in age navigate a strange and wild world, or the delight of watching my book come to life on my screen brought, or finding comfort in seeing Alex and Henry come together and end up being the one pair in all of the historical queer couples they quoted in their email to announce their relationship, no hiding anymore, just being themselves, and being accepted.

And this is the first time I ever joined a fan community. Partly because I think I’m finally at the age where I know how to handle my online presence, partly because I was just bursting with excitement from the movie I needed a place to scream about it and be heard, be responded to, I joined Tumblr, and made so many now personal friends through the fandom. Friendship with different backgrounds, from different countries, all united by this love for this little movie, all sustained with a deeper connection.

I found people to turn to when things for me were getting too much, or when I needed advice but didn’t know where to turn to. I went to sleep crying from a big family argument and woke up to ten messages checking on me. I found another place to belong. A sanctuary.

The movie saved me. I was drowning and suffocating for most of the last quarter of 2023, and the one thing that kept me from sinking into the void was RWRB and the community I found.

On the day of my calculus exam, we got a sequel, and I felt such a burst of euphoria that I, someone who’s been terrified of maths exam and has never passed an advanced math exam, went into the venue feeling like I could conquer the world. This was the best I’ve ever done in Math since primary 6. I went from an F to a B+ in this course.

After sobbing my eyes out at Alex’s telling Henry “Nothing will ever happen to you” and being afraid that the same would apply to me, and asking advice from a lot, a lot of people, and reading about Alex’s story of finding a new dream, turning from politics to law, and Taylor’s story of giving up what his parents wanted from him (funnily enough, biochem) to pursue what he wanted, I gathered up my courage and applied for a program transfer, and got into the program I wanted in the first place. I think I’m gonna be a lot happier and more motivated now, and hopefully the demons will pop up a little less.

I could not have had the bravery to take my life into my own hands and break out of the path I was stuck on without RWRB, Alex and Henry, Taylor and Nicholas, and my many new friends inspiring and encouraging me to do so.

My life is better because of this movie. That’s insane, but it’s also the truth.

So happy anniversary to our little movie that’s not so little anymore. Happy one year to our Emmy-nominated, sequel-in-progress queer rom-com. I love you, I love you all. Thank you for all the wonders and salvation you brought me.

And I’m so excited for what comes next for us.

(yes that is me singing the birthday song to a movie)

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Okay. I keep seeing this take and I really have to say something because it's haunting me. If you've peeked in the tags you've probably seen it, there are a few variations but it basically goes "saying Izzy was happy about getting his toe cut off is victim-blaming."

Saying that Izzy was happy about getting his toes cut off has been common since s1 aired, but is that true?

Short answer: yes lol

Longer answer: also yes but let me explain this time. So, first, because this needs to be said apparently, we're analyzing this show based on what we see on screen here, not by real-world morals, etc. My thesis in this post is basically that Izzy probably didn't enjoy the experience of his toe being cut off and fed to him, but ultimately at the end of s1 he thought it was completely worth it and I don't think that's subtle at all in the show.

In the show, Ed is consistently depicted as the victim throughout these scenes. Izzy threatens him and he's visibly terrified, both of Izzy's threat (which he has proven he can and will follow through on) and because of how Izzy goaded him to respond with violence, which upset him because Ed believes his capacity for violence makes him uniquely monstruous. Ed cutting off Izzy's toe to prove to him that he will be Blackbeard again is a very obvious callback to Ed using cutting off "some poor bloke's" toe and making him eat it as an example of things about the culture of piracy he did not want to return to. After Ed cuts off Izzy's toe, Izzy is the fucking happiest he's been all season. He laughs and declares "Blackbeard is himself again!" when Fang asked what happened to his foot, while the last we see of Ed is him sobbing his eyes out alone in his empty room. The message is very clear: at the expense of Ed's misery, Izzy had gotten what he wanted.

I see sometimes that Izzy is "laughing to hide his pain" or that "he's laughing because he's lying" in this scene, and I really have to stress here: there's no support for that in the show. You can headcanon that if you want, but they're still headcanons. We see Izzy actually regretting what he's done at the start of s2 and it looks nothing like this, and he doesn't smile/laugh any other time he lies in the show.

So I really have to wonder: why are there so many examples of people bending over backwards to argue this guy is having a really bad time:

While we can forget about Ed's tears and argue that he's actually anything other than completely miserable?

[chosos-husband]

Comfort fic for the win

Choso with a Depressed Reader!

‼️Cw‼️ Talk about mental health and mentions of s*icide

-If you are like me, you tend to convince yourself that everyone around you honestly just doesn’t like you.

-Choso likely wouldn’t exactly know what to do really. He hasn’t handled many things like this himself. While I wouldn’t be surprised if he struggled too, he just ?? with other people

-But, this doesn’t mean he isn’t worried. When you don’t respond to messages or cancel plans over and over again to be alone, he is very worried.

-Might ask Yuji for advice, but let’s be real Yuji has no better ideas than he does. Yuji mostly just asks if Choso did anything to make you upset.

-Choso does ask you what is wrong. He isn’t stupid and won’t take “there’s nothing wrong” as a legitimate answer.

-He wants to support you. I don’t know if he would fully grasp what depression does. But, is scared of losing you. In a permanent sense as well as your mental health ruining your relationship.

-Choso would leave you alone if that’s what you asked of him. But, he checks up on you a lot. He is scared you might not respond at some point. He asks relatively frequently if you two can hang out yet.

-If you don’t let him back in your life in a relatively soon period, maybe a couple weeks, he is stressing. He wants to ask someone for advice, but doesn’t know who to go to.

-He is more pushy about seeing you. Choso would likely be more explicit about his worries and why he wants to be there.

-If his partner still refuses, he may seek help from some of the teachers. Likely not Gojo, but maybe Nanami. Nanami tends to take things more seriously.

-If you asked to break up because you have convinced yourself he doesn’t like you, Choso would sob. He would sob and ask you over and over again to stop saying such irrational things.

-He would tell you over and over again how much he loves you if you believe him or not. He tells you that he isn’t leaving because of this and would likely seek to find a solution right then and there.

-If his partner does let him come over willingly, he is so happy. Choso asks over and over again if there is anything you want. He is happy if you actually want to go do something. But, he is just as happy laying in bed listening to your comfort playlist or show and sleeping.

-He would be much happier being around you. Choso feels much better holding you and making sure you are safe and taken care of.

-Does whatever you want. Once in this stage, he is much more patient. He still gets really worried if it drags on too long. But here, he can make sure you are safe.

-Worries about you so much, and likely would want to sleep in the same bed each night to make sure you’re safe.

-He would do anything to make you feel better and smile more.