#when i saw this my heart filled with rainbows and i wanted to cry

[room-surprise]

[apompkwrites]

primordial attachment || freminet (ft. lyney and lynette)

masterlist characters: freminet, lyney, lynette (all platonic) genre: angst contains: spoilers for chapter iv - act i: "prelude of blancheur and noirceur", short fic compared to rest of mine ;-; , mentions of sickness/vomiting summary: the call of the ocean is much more sickening than you remember. notes: omg the rare pompk genshin writing. anyway, the siblings have captured my heart since they came out and I'm only slightly peeved i got zhongli on like 20 pulls to get freminet BUT-- might make this a series? thought of calling it "siblings of the hearth" but idk. ++finished this before i finished lyney's story quest and uhhh rainbow roses is all i have to say :]

you and freminet were practically inseparable. much like lyney and lynette, you and freminet made up the second duo in your adoptive family. the two of you were alike in many ways, from your introverted self-doubt to the love of fairytales.

the one thing that separated you two was your opinions on diving. as much as you wanted to love the ocean again, you couldn't bring yourself to. you cherished the sea when freminet first brought you there, pointing out to the endless blue water that sparkled under the sun. he took you by the end, a much more gentle touch than your mother had the day she dropped the two of you off, before diving down.

he held your hand the entire time the two of you swam, tightening when an angelic sea hare blew past you in the water or when a particularly strong current threatened to pull you two apart.

that day, you saw your brother's bright smile again. the last time you saw that was the day before your mother dropped you two off at the orphanage. and when freminet smiled, the brightest one you had seen in ages, you smiled back.

the next day, you learned you also had a strange affinity for the sea like your brother. the two of you knew the ocean like the back of your hands. and so, when you started feeling sick after every diving escapade, you got worried.

despite the worry, the bubbling in your stomach, and the nausea that filled your system, you told no one. you went on with your life, slowly pulling back from the water. pulling back from the diving days.

pulling back from freminet.

every time he came back from a dive, you felt sick. it had to be the water clinging onto his suit and thus, you often locked yourself away in the workshop knowing freminet wouldn't go in lest he damage the trinkets he was working on.

the first two weeks of avoidance were relatively easy. but on the dawn of the third week, you couldn't stand it. those teary eyes freminet stared at you with upon refusing another diving escape broke your heart, shattering it as if you and freminet had used your compatible visions to cast freeze on a small puddle of water.

"...okay," was all freminet whispered after your refusal, slinking off to grab his diving gear. the second that door closed behind him, you collapsed to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you silently cried.

"(name)? what's wrong?" and not even a minute passed before you heard lyney behind you. he rushed over and kneeled beside you, joined only a second later by lynette who kneeled on the other side.

lynette placed a hand delicately on your back while lyney took your hands in his, squeezing your cold hands with his warm palms.

"what happened? why are you crying?" lyney asked again, waiting patiently for your tears to cease.

"...nothing," you managed to hiccup, shaking your head. "just... it's nothing, i promise..."

and you knew that lie wouldn't pass. both lyney and lynette, despite being adopted, knew you as if you were their own blood relative. they cared deeply for you and freminet and nothing would escape their sharp eyes.

"...then, how about we have some tea and snacks?" lynette proposes, pulling you up to your feet.

"i think that's a wonderful idea," lyney chimes in, his eyes still lingering on you in worry. you merely nod in response, doing your best to wipe your tears away with your sleeve.

maybe it'd be best if you got to the bottom of your sickness...

in the early morning hours, before the sun even peeked over the horizon, you were up and at your old diving spot. one single smell of the sea made you sick to your stomach. it took every ounce of your strength not to vomit right then and there.

despite the sickness, you reached down towards the water. and the second your fingertips broke the surface--

"ow--!" you yelped in pain, the soft sound of sizzling emitting from your skin. you stared at your shaky hand, the very tips of your fingers turning to water.

drip

drip

drip

three droplets of water fell from your fingertip, landing on the pier with a sound that roared in your ears.

in the end, the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain...

"the prophecy..." those words escaped your lips without a second thought. you scrambled away from the dock, staring wide-eyed out at the never-ending sea.

and all you could think of was the moment your body would join it.

[tiny-merkitty]

too much

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| Matt's intern gets overwhelmed at work.

| tags/prefaces: sfw age regression fic, matt is aware reader is a regressor, purely platonic/found family, matt is a father figure, from matt's pov, gn reader, overwhelmed/slight meltdown, neurodivergent reader but i dont think i could write a neurotypical if i tried

it'd been a long day, a long day where you had been growing more and more agitated.

Matt could tell as soon as you walked in, the way you huffed when you assumed he couldn't hear it, the jumbled whine stuck in your throat when the files he'd given you didn't stack together as neatly as you would've liked. his brows creased whenever he had to listen to your heart rate tug itself between rapid and sluggish.

the tips of his calloused fingers traced over the same three punctuated dots on whatever document detailing the latest case he'd been given, a hasty translation. most of the indentations were confusing or off. he didn't really care about the poor accommodations from his client at the moment, though—— his fingers went over the word 'and' about fifteen times before his mind had actually processed it, he was too focused on the sound of his intern shakily jamming a pod of something into the half-dead keruig Karen had gotten for their depressing kitchenette. it was a sweet thought at the time.

he made sure to politely inform her to avoid the $30 facebook marketplace listings afterwards, though.

an annoyed groan punctuated with a salty scent filled the small space, Matt's footsteps nearly silent as he made his way to the doorframe— his thumbs ghosted over the handle of his cane, his brows furrowed in a concerned expression as you tried not to cry over some coffee not going to plan.

“everything alright, kid?”

Matt asked quietly, his voice holding the same cadence of a worried teacher.

you didn't answer, though the familiar sound of muscles tensing around your face followed by fabric rustling at your hands told him you'd simply frowned and begun to fidget. his mind wandered to a different explanation, his own mouth turning into a frown at the thought.

Matt never saw your regression as something to be shamed—— the opposite, actually. no, he'd gone out of his way to stock the office up with hot cocoa packets and rainbow marshmallows (at least, the cashier told him they were rainbow. her heartbeat at the time didn't help his confidence on the matter.), he'd even gotten a little plush to keep on the office's couch.

still, having to watch you feel so upset never made him happy.

his hand carefully extended, feeling for the accursed coffee machine and gently fixing the top shut, his mouth curving into a line when he felt you sway a bit closer to him in the process.

his free hand reached around your shoulder, allowing you to rest against the worn fabric of his suit jacket. a quick smile from him as he listened to your heartbeat calm in his presence. he couldn't help the small swell of pride knowing he was doing something right to try and help ease your emotions.

“I should ask Karen to replace this soon. I think it has a vendetta.”

Matt chuckled quietly, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he reached up into the cabinet above the counter, feeling around for mugs and letting his hands trace over the ceramic. none of them had any features he could discern by touch, aside from a mug you'd attempted to put braille on in puffy paint, and another with three-dimensional fish scales across the front.

“nod when I get to the one you want?” he suggested with a head tilt as his hand went from one mug to the next, listening for your cue to stop.

he gave a soft giggle when his hand rested on a mug sitting somewhere near the top left row, followed by your hand tugging at his sleeve.

“this one, sweetheart?”

he took the sound of your hair brushing up and down as you giving a nod, moving the mug to the base of the machine and feeling for the indented labels over the buttons, turning it on the listening to the creaky sound of water boiling and hot chocolate dispensing out.

his hand idly traced up and down your left shoulder, absently counting each seam and thread along your shirt as the creaky noises came to a quick halt.

“careful, it's hot.”

he murmured, opting to hold the base of the mug as he handed it to you, waiting a moment to be sure you were holding onto it tight.

“now, we don't have any whipped cream—— but I'm told these marshmallows are shaped like rabbits...”

Matt's voice came out with a smile, his words enunciated with some suspense to try and make you happy, you exhaled a bit out of your nose, so he took that as a win.

he placed a few into the mug and let you hold onto his forearm as he walked you back into his office, sitting beside you on the hand-me-down sofa—— he chose not to ask Foggy where he'd gotten it, but most signs pointed to side of the road. nothing a gallon of lysol couldn't fix, he guessed. the springs prorested beneath the two of you, your head falling onto his shoulder almost instinctively, he was quick to bundle you in a blanket he'd left folded on the arm, exhaling a long breath as he listened to yours beginning to even out, the smell of sugary chocolate and printer paper filling his nose.

“s‘ has cats on it..”

his brows raised when you spoke, it'd been a little bit since you'd said anything today. anything of your own volition, at least.

“the mug?” he asked carefully, his own eyes beginning to droop, you were a welcome warmth against him, your own sleepiness felt contagious.

you gave a nod, felt against the crook of his neck as you sipped from the newly learned cat mug.

“that's nice, angel. are you tired?”

the question was rhetorical, more or less. he knew you were, his hand was already prepping to catch the half-full mug and set it on his desk in the event of you getting too lethargic to hold it up properly.

you nodded again, Matt gave a smile, tucking the blanket up just under your neck, your legs bunched up on the pleather couch.

“I think my client will understand if we take a nap,” his thumb traced over your brow, lulling your eyes shut. “just rest, the case will still be there in the morning.” Matt's voice was a mumble, drifting into soothing murmurs and eventual silence once he was sure you were fully asleep, his free hand underneath the mug, carefully removing it from your limp fingers and placing it on the nearest surface.

he gently laid on his back, letting you bundle up and rest your head on his chest, he didn't mind the cramped space on the couch. you were comfortable and at ease, that was all that mattered to him for the time being.

[jinwoosungs]

{ 97 }

pray for me.

nicholas d. wolfwood x single.mother!reader

warnings: unedited; thirst post; minors do not interact.

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the night was cold, seeming to pierce through you as you struggled to maintain your balance whilst running across the streets of jeneora rock. your voice was hoarse, crying out your son’s name as you searched for him with a desperation. 

you couldn’t believe how this all started simply because you wanted to make your son happy. due to how you were in charge of closing shift at the diner, you were given little choice but to take him with you. in hopes of keeping your son preoccupied, you had gifted him a rainbow colored ball all while telling him to remain inside the diner’s break room. 

you had listed off some rules for him to follow, and truly believed that he would behave himself. so when it came time to close the diner after you had finished cleaning the place, you could almost feel your heart drop to your stomach when he was nowhere to be seen in the break room. 

the cold sweat was felt pooling against the nape of your neck, and when you searched around for him while bathed in complete and utter despair, you swore your heart broke upon seeing how the diner’s back door was left wide open. 

and that was all the urging you needed to come rushing out of the diner. 

having your son when you were just 20 years old, being a consequence of a one night stand you had hoped would lead to something fruitful due to your loneliness- 

but oh, how wrong you were at the thought. for when the man who had helped fathered the life growing deep inside of you found out you were carrying his child, he had ghosted you within mere seconds. you recall just how terrified you felt at the thought of becoming a single mother. 

since the moment you were born within the cold and barren world, you had always been alone. your memories were filled with yearnings and daydreams pertaining to how you would find someone who would love you unconditionally and raise a family with them. and despite how you found yourself loathing the man you had slept with-

you couldn’t bring yourself to carry any amount of hate towards the child growing from within you. 

each day, your heart simply grew with an intensity for your baby boy, not stopping such powerful emotions from becoming stronger even when he was born. for five long years, you spent caring for him, growing with him as he helped you learn to love yourself.

you had to find him, for if you lost him, then you would have no reason to live. 

your voice echoes throughout the sleepy town, becoming hoarse when a familiar, shrill cry was heard, the sound of it piercing through your very heart. 

“MOMMY!” you follow the sounds of your son’s terrified cries, leading you to an alleyway as you were face to face with a powerful man trapping your son within his arms. he held your child in a powerful grip, close to breaking his arm just as your adrenaline reaches its peak. 

“my, i was hoping that by catching this little brat, i’d be able to get your attention.”

“you fucking bastard, unhand him at once.” you automatically stalk closer to him, having every intention of ripping those damn hands away from your son when the sudden appearance of a gun pressed against your child’s head makes you stop dead in your tracks. 

“if you take a step forward, i’ll blow his fucking brains out, and if you refuse to cooperate, heh. i might give you the same treatment as well.”

you were close to screaming, about to ask this fucker just what he wanted when you felt a sudden presence coming from behind you. from your periphery, you saw what looked like a hefty metal cross. the faint scent of cigarettes were all that filled your senses, and you found yourself turning back to look behind you. 

he wore a bored expression on his face, eyes hidden beneath a pair of sunglasses as a cigarette hung loosely from his thin lips. keeping his gaze on the bastard that still held your son hostage, he gestures at you to take a step back before aiming the cross at him. 

“don’t you know it’s rude to separate a child from his mother?” 

you weren’t given a chance to breathe when a sudden, pulsating beam of light was suddenly aimed at the prick and your son-

oh dear gods, your son...!

your eyes water for the briefest of seconds, opening as the tears streamed down your face with you reaching out to him-

only to feel the same, strange man in the suit step closer to you, all while placing the child within your outstretched arms. your heart began to pound, racing anxiously from within your chest as you felt as though it were close to imploding. you look into that man’s eyes, seeing his gaze soften just the tiniest bit at the sight of you clinging to your son. 

“i...i don’t know what to say-” you trail your eyes forward, trying to see just what had happened to that bastard only for your savior to step directly in front of you, as if trying to shield you from such a malicious sight. 

“i wouldn’t if i were you.” he warns, voice turning deeper before letting out a grunt as he tosses his cigarette to the side. with a soft coo in your voice, you could still hear your son whimpering with fear. “mama, h-he destroyed my ball, the one you g-gave to me. and i d-don’ want you to be m-mad at me.” you continue to comfort him, telling him that it was more than okay, and that you were happy to buy him a new ball later. 

his tears were still felt staining the front of your shirt, but all you felt was a staggering relief that he had been saved. “i...i don’t know what else to say, i- thank you.” 

your gaze remained honed in on his form when you beckon him to tell you his name. the man seemed hesitant, looking away from your gaze before letting out a sigh. “it’s nicholas, nicholas wolfwood...” he trails off, holding his giant weapon across his shoulder before lifting a hand to grace at your features, gently framing at your cheek, “and besides, there’s no need to thank me. a kid needs his mother to grow up healthy and strong.” 

knowing that you would do anything to show this man simply known as nicholas your gratitude for saving your entire world, you muster all the courage you had and ask him to escort you back home-

and much to your shock, it works. 

------

by the time you came back to the safety of your apartment, your son was all but worn out. you settle him back within the comfort of his bedroom, tucking him into bed before pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead, whispering your love to him once more before exiting his room. 

you close his door and look behind you to see nicholas standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room. he had his massive weapon settled over to the corner of the room. your heart was pounding, nearly choking you with its anxious beats when you step closer to him. “can i offer you anything to drink? or to dine on, for that matter?” 

nicholas meets your gaze before shaking his head, “ah, no. that won’t be necessary. since you’re already home with your kid, i should probably go.” 

your mind was spinning, desperate to somehow show him just how grateful you were to him for saving your son. stepping closer to him, your hands slowly reach up to remove the sunglasses that hid his eyes from your curious gaze. he keeps staring at you with an unreadable expression, yet you couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his rich, dark cobalt gaze before bringing yourself even closer to him. clutching at the front of his dark suit, meeting his eyes for the briefest of moments before your lips collided with his in a bruising kiss. 

you could feel him groaning, unable to hold back his own desires for you when his arms come to wrap themselves around your form. you kept pressing yourself closer to him, letting out a soft whine of his name when he pulls away from your heated kisses first. 

“oi, this doesn’t seem fair. i don’t even know your name yet- oh, fuck.”

you cut him off by gently nipping at the base of his throat, telling him your name in a sultry voice before pulling away from the lanky man. you tug at his wrists, giving him no choice but to follow you as you lead him to your bedroom. 

your clothes were strewn all across your room, leaving you both bare as you began kissing your way down nicholas’s body. his pale form was surprisingly built as you admired the lean muscles that seemed to decorate his frame. his hands kept delving themselves within your hair, letting out a grunt here and there each time you gave a few nips against his skin. 

you continue kissing your way down his body, placing a lingering kiss against his chest, where you could feel his heart beating from beneath your lips before going lower...and yet lower still. you didn’t stop the way you trail your lips down until you reached the slight trail of dark hair leading down his abdomen. you admire the prominent v shaped dip seen against his hips and felt your mouth water when you came face to face with his throbbing erection. 

filled with the need to please him, your hands slowly began to stroke him, forcing a loud groan to escape from his lips. “you must behave, mr. wolfwood, or else you’ll wake up my darling son...and i would be forced to stop.”

“nngh...!” your words succeeds in making him bite against his fist, feeling your lips kissing at his inner thighs as he fought back the urge to thrust his cock inside of your mouth. pressing one last kiss against his thighs, you return your attention back to his aching shaft, admiring how pretty it was for a brief moment before descending upon him. 

your lips wrapped themselves around his mushroom tip, feeling a moan escape from the confines of your throat when nicholas arches his back against the bed. you feel him suddenly dart forward, remaining stiffened and upright against your bed when he feels you take him in. your hands worked on pumping whatever couldn’t fit within your mouth, feeling your own core fluttering with absolute need for him each time he lets out a breathy moan of your name. 

unable to handle the ache for much longer, you remove one of your hands away from his girth to reach down against the aching flower between your legs. the way you slowly began touching yourself while keeping sucking at his shaft doesn’t go unnoticed by nicholas when he suddenly lets out a strained whisper of your name. 

within seconds, you found yourself suddenly pulled away from his cock as nicholas’s arms were wrapped around you. he grunts, sitting up so that you were now pressed against your bedsheets before spreading your legs. once you were wide open for him, nicholas leans down to devour at your slick walls. 

he was relentless when it came to pleasuring you, the all-consuming pleasure you felt was enough to make your back arch against your bed. now, you were the one who struggled to keep your moans quiet, biting down against the back of your hand with such intensity that you could feel your teeth imprint against your skin. 

the squelching sounds nicholas made the moment he introduces a slender finger within your gummy walls was enough to make you cry out. you were so close to reaching your completion- ready to spill yourself inside of his mouth when he suddenly pulls away from you. 

almost immediately, your hands reach out to him, ready to let out a string of protests when nicholas wraps your legs around his waist, tracing at the outer lips of your slick walls before thrusting himself deep inside of you. you could feel the scream of pleasure nearly become ripped from your throat had it not been for the fact that nicholas had surged forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

“careful, you need to keep quiet, remember?” nicholas’s voice had taken on a darker tone, making you tremble at how sensual he sounded while shamelessly licking away the tears of pleasure that fell down across your cheeks. 

it has been far too long since you had been intimate with any man. your days and free time were dedicated to caring for your son, and thanks to nicholas, you were finally able to feel like a woman. as if experiencing some form of  enlightenment each time nicholas’s hips met with yours. 

you could truly feel every inch of him as he pounded himself into you, the obscene sounds of your union making you roll your eyes back in response. you were so close, so close to reaching your high as you felt whispered phrases of “oh god oh god oh god, this feels so good, nicholas...!” 

“that’s right.” he leans down to press a kiss against your swollen lips, biting down against them before hoarsely telling you, “pray for me, pray for me to bring you to heaven as you come.” 

that was all the urging you needed to feel the coil snap within your abdomen as a silent cry was felt escaping from your lips. your walls began to convulse around nicholas, trapping his cock deep within your womb as your walls began to milk him for all he was worth as he shoots his seed deep within your core, painting your slick walls white with his release.

truly, it had been so long since you felt such an intense release, making you fall back against your bed with nicholas landing on top of you. a light sheen of sweat was seen all across your skin, and his heavy weight was actually quite comforting to you as you felt his lips press lingering kisses against your damp neck.  

feeling exhausted, you tilt your head over to press a kiss against his cheek, thanking him once more before allowing yourself to succumb to your exhaustion.

------

the coldness you felt surrounding you was what ultimately rouses you from your peaceful slumber. 

you sit up in bed, letting out a soft gasp of nicholas’s name-

only to find that your bedroom was completely empty. 

your heart breaks at the sight, making you get out of bed as a faint soreness was felt between your legs. with shaky steps, you pick up your clothes and put on the shirt you wore last night, still smelling the faint scent of sweat and cigarettes lingering against your skin. 

coming out of your bedroom, you saw that it was still early in the morning and that your son was still asleep. despite the ache you felt from nicholas’s sudden disappearance, you knew that it was for the best-

and besides, you still had your son to love and care for after all. 

trying to ignore the fact that nicholas’s cross was nowhere to be seen, you were about to check on your son when the sight of something colorful catches your attention. facing the object, you felt your heart suddenly race with anticipation once more, seeing the sight of a new, brightly colored ball settled against your table with a folded piece of paper next to it. 

your steps were shaky and uneven, coming closer to your table as you lean down to get the note. unfolding it, you suddenly felt a warmth coursing through your veins when you read the following words written in a hurried scrawl:

for your kid. 

i look forward to seeing you again someday. 

-yours

ndw.

a.n. - hhhhh forgive me father for i have sinned. dear god is nicholas d. wolfwood an attractive man.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[skepticalarrie]

Hi Allie, I saw that you went to two shows of Louis, can you share your experience on the shows? (I you feel comfortable of course) I always love reading fans experiences on shows. I'm so glad that you went, I hope you had the best time.

Anon, it was better than I could ever imagine. I know Latam is known for having the best shows, the best energy, and I absolutely agree with that. But America is so uncomplicated for these kinds of things, everything was just so easy and organized I wanted to cry 😭 I knew Philly would be my only chance to get barricade without camping and everything, but I was not fully expecting it to happen, I don’t know. I was so overwhelmed, he was right there in front of me, so close. I’ve been a fan for a really long time and it was the strangest thing to have him so close. I’ve been feeling all sorts of things since last Thursday, I didn’t expect to feel that way and it’s been an interesting journey.

He’s stunning, of course, he glows. In previous shows in Brazil I couldn’t hear singing because the crowd was too loud, and it was such a blessing being able to properly enjoy that. He sounded incredible, the songs were made to be played live, his band is 🤌😗 and I love their friendship and how that comes across on stage. For me the best part of the show is the Megamix, it was what I was more excited about and it did not disappoint. The lights are so pretty, experiencing the room being filled with blue and green and then the rainbow lights made me so emotional. The energy in the room when Louis takes the stage is truly palpable. The overwhelming feeling of adoration that fills the atmosphere is like anything else. Louis was very emotional during his speech in New York and I felt so lucky to be there ❤️ And then I almost had a heart attack with 7.

Oh! And also, the openers were such a great surprise to me, Giant Rooks is AMAZING. Honestly, I only have good things to say about the entire experience! I was alone in Philly and everyone was so friendly and nice. I think the fans in Latam are much younger, there were waaay more older fans in these shows, so this was a very pleasant surprise as well. Only good things. I’m so excited about the festival and the next leg of the tour, I’ve been watching Louis feeling more himself and comfortable on stage like a proud mother and I just can’t wait for what there’s to come for him! A lot of shit has been going down lately with stunts that I’m not sure how it makes me feel. So for me it was a great moment to remember why I’m still around and how that makes me feel ❤️❤️

[fusaes]

Hiii if your requests are open also sorry if they arent you can just completely ignore this message cause u dont have a pinned yet

But can i request platonic friendship headcanons with bachira and isagi?

Thank you in advance

─ BACHIRA ⸜ ISAGI ꒰ა ໒꒱ AEAO

HI BAE !! yes yes and sorry i don't have enough time to make my pinned post but ill for sure make one! also this request was so cute ^^ i couldn't help but think about dynamicduo when i hear them together >< anyways enjoy! . *. ⋆ warnings; nothing really, cute moments with their silly little shenanigans, intentional lower capitals ✧. word count: 475, 366

you almost felt your eardrums burst from meguru's high-pitched scream he let out in your left ear. this car ride was hell, even if there were places worse than hell, it would be crushed in the backseat with isagi and bachira. you could feel your legs cramping from the lack of space isagi's manspreading on the right side. you were inevitably squashed in between them. it didn't help when you were sitting on the hard material of the seatbelt right on your ass.

meguru and isagi's moms offered to drive you three to the arcade because the mall they were going to was awfully close to it. ''gosh.. seeing meguru go out with his friends like this.. makes my heart soft.'' yu's eyes almost water as her hands trembled on the steering wheel. ''mom, don't cry please.'' meguru told his mom, almost feeling embarrassed as his figure only sank further in the seat. you knew bachira was a talented individual and you didn't quite understand what his mom had just said.

isagi looked like he knew this feeling all too well. ''there's nothing to be embarrassed about, meguru.'' isagi's mom butt in as she turned her head to look at the three of you fighting over even just a space to breathe easily in. ''i remember isagi also never been the social butterfly like his dad was. the friends he only ever took home were the soccer team.'' i let out a small laugh as i saw the neon-lit arcade from the road. ''here should be fine, thank you so much for- meguru!'' meguru had already opened the door and dashed inside the arcade.

isagi waited for you to finish your farewells and bid his mom a quick ''goodbye, mom'' too. bachira's mom rolled down the window to give us three a small wave and drove away. meguru looked like a ticking time bomb while looking at what was inside of the arcade. people were scattered everywhere and no space wasn't filled with rainbow blinding lights that only enticed bachira further.

your almost popped out of their sockets once they landed on the bright rainbow glowing sign on top of the building. you weren't the type to go around and hang out at places and waste away the time you could use to be more productive. but since meguru and isagi kindly invited you to hang out together outside bluelock. ''c'mon, y/n! it'll be fun, promise.'' bachira grabs you by your hand and drags you inside of the building to go explore. isagi follows behind and gives you a small smile of reassurance.

''yeah, it would be more worth it to spend all your time outside of bluelock having fun, right?'' you three spot a basketball game and a bumper car area. safe to say, you three almost got kicked out 6 times already.

ㄔ    ִ  alright now onto the headcanons c:

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely accidentally threw a basketball at a kid once.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi helped meguru climb the machine to keep shooting the ball inside the ring to get like 1000 tickets or something 💀💀

ㄔ    ִ  isagi knows every single hack to win every prize you wanted in claw games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira fought a kid to get to play in one of the games; ''you've been in this seat for so long, kid!'' bachira whined while watching the kid stick out his tongue to him, but he bit back by sticking out his tongue back.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is a boss at those coin pusher machines and always manages to waste every one of your coins but ends up making the whole tower fall

ㄔ    ִ  a worker at the arcane had to hold bachira back and when i tell you they had to HOLDDD him back, i say HOLDDDDD him back.

ㄔ    ִ  like it took them 3 workers to hold him back from knocking a kid out for ruining his win streak or something.

ㄔ    ִ  you and isagi for sure always team up for those zombie gun shooting games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira would absolutely destroy those DDR machines. (the arrow dance machine where you step on them) like you and isagi had to pry him away from the machine to go check out other games cuz he's been there for like 43 minutes.

ㄔ    ִ  like i can just imagine bachira dancing to one of those hyper-pop songs on the ddr machine.

ㄔ    ִ  you and meguru literally almost broke the wack-a-mole machine cause meguru pulled a mole out of the hole.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is the type of kid to eat all of the cotton candy.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely climbed on isagi's back while he was rollerskating. the kids were giving them the stink eye while you were literally struggling to stand on your two left feet.

ㄔ    ִ  at the end of the day, you three got kicked out for wreaking havoc in the arcade.

ㄔ    ִ  (you three got banned from it for the rest of your life.)

‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy - a/n: send in an ask to request this with any other duo you want from blue lock c:

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi I'm the one who requested an angsty scenario with ror gods character and damn i know i requested it but you're the one who almost made me cry😭😭😭 btw im in school that is why i tried to stop my tears you are such a good writer!

Would it be ok if i request a part 2 where the ror gods went back from time like a manhwa? Like at first they were confuse until they saw the reader face who looks indifferent but since they knew the truth they know that she is just worried.

When the reader was about to speak they immediately hug them and cry or its up to you how they react in that situation. This time they court her properly and they make sure that the reader will fall in love to them in order to have a happy ending.

Could you also add a scene where they were being tease by their relative or friends or the reader thought that they were imposter and ended up shoving a cross in their face and start praying🤣

My sweet, precious darling, I didn’t mean to make you cry at school of all places, I just wrote with what felt right to this scenario, but I’m pleased as apple pie that you loved it! I got you on a happy ending for this HC!

-It had been two months since your death, two months since your widowed husband had been mourning your tragic death.

-That woman that you thought he was having an affair with tried to waltz into his life, only a week after he buried you, trying to butter him up so he would marry her instead.

-That didn’t end well for her.

-The love and respect he showed for you was nothing like how it had been when you were married, something he wished he could have taken back.

-He believed he would never be able to find another woman like you, never in his life. None could replace the void you left in his heart.

-A chance came to him, from his family, who had a simply wrapped box delivered, one that came with a letter with instructions as well as a warning, ‘Don’t ask how I got this, but you can only use this once. If you fail, then it is on you. Wear this to bed tonight and speak nothing about this to anyone.’

-When he opened the box, he found inside was a simple amulet necklace with a rainbow opal in the center, the colors swirling as if it was alive.

-His eyes widened, knowing this amulet, it was a powerful magical artifact, one that could turn back time.

-He wasted no time, despite it being the middle of the day, and ran to his bedroom, putting the amulet on and read the instructions, to think about ‘when’ he wanted to return to.

-When he awoke, he started slightly, looking around to see nothing really out of place, other than the belongings he had brought to his rooms, your belongings, were gone, back in their place with you.

-He was quick to dress and rush out, ignoring the servants as he looked around for you as he thought about where he was, ‘If this worked, it should only be about three months after our wedding.’

-He heard laughter and followed the sound, seeing a group of children taking turns holding your hands, dragging you around the garden, a gentle smile on your face.

-He leaned heavily against the door frame leading into the garden, his whole body sagging with relief, seeing you there, seeing you alive.

-His hand lifted to his heart, elation filling him as he made the silent vow to himself that he was going to love you the way you should be loved and do everything in his power to make you happy.

-He followed after you and the children, remaining back and the children were giggling, seeing that he almost seemed shy, not wanting to approach, fine with watching from a distance.

-You were a bit confused by his actions, curious as to why he was following you and the children, as he remained too far back to speak properly with him

-Once in a larger field in the gardens the children ran off to play tag while you remained under the gazebo, watching over them.

-It was only then (God) approached you, saying your name with such softness that it nearly made you leap out of your skin.

-You turned, bowing politely to him but (God) stunned you, cupping your face gently with one hand, guiding your eyes to meet his own and you were stunned, seeing such a gentle smile on his face and fondness in his eyes that almost looked like tears.

-He could tell you were uneasy, looking a bit freaked out in all honesty, but his sudden change of attitude before he took your hand, pecking the back of it gently, “Forgive me, Y/N. I have been a neglectful husband to you. I swear that I will do whatever I can to make you happy to stand by my side.”

-You were freaking out a bit more, looking to the sides, wondering if you were being pranked before your eyes narrowed in distrust, “Are you really my husband?”

-His booming laughter surprised you as he leaned back, his fondness for you growing, sweeping you into his arms, dancing with you using only the music in his heart, “I am, I know I haven’t been the best husband to you. I now see that you’re just like me, you’ve built a wall to protect yourself from others. You have a kind and gentle heart, Y/N, one that is scared of being hurt again. I want to protect you now; I want to protect that precious heart.”

-His words quickly had you running through a range of emotions, stunned that he knew you had a wall built around you, that you were afraid of being hurt again, before you were blushing bright red, embarrassed by his passionate words, which made him smile down at you.

-The children were peeking from around a bush, watching the two of you dance.

-As the dance stopped, (God) bent over and pecked your cheek, making you squeak before instantly you heard the children, “Ooooh~~~~” you flushed bright red, hearing their teasing as they had been watching while (God) laughed softly as you turned, hiding your red face behind your hands.

-True to his word, almost like he was a changed man, turned into the best husband he could be, escorting you everywhere, giving you soft affections and simple but meaningful gifts, as he knew you liked those better than the extravagant ones.

-He fiercely defending you against those who didn’t know you, those who thought you were an icy bitch, demanding to know why they believed the rumors about you without actually knowing the real you, calling them out on their cruelty and hypocrisy.

-When that woman came around, he refused to let her even enter the grounds of his home, “I have a wife, one that I care for deeply, I have no need for you!”

-You were stunned by everything he had been doing for you, your own image growing beside him, as more people got to know the real you.

-The day he announced to you that he had collected proof on the crimes of your uncle, enough to bring him to justice, you broke down in harsh sobs, relieved.

-Your tears actually delayed him, as he doted on you, tending to his wife, trying to calm you down and assure you that he was going to be all right.

-You testified against your uncle, showing the scars from the beatings he had given to you, something that infuriated your husband even more so, and with all the evidence, your uncle was executed and buried without a single person attending his funeral.

-You had never felt so happy in your life, except for when your parents were still alive, (God) made you feel so loved, so happy. You had admired him for his power and command, but having his gentle love, just for you, was something so different, so special.

-On his birthday, long before his family and friends would arrive, you gave him the gift you had been preparing for him for a while now.

-Poseidon- Seeing the same brooch brought a warm smile to his face, lapis lazuli stones, bright metal, and black pearls, knowing that your feelings were indeed true for him. He immediately turned to his servant, “Find me a new outfit that will go with this!” you stammered a bit bashfully, holding your cheeks as he was going to wear it tonight before he instantly swept you into his arms, kissing you softly. Your eyes went a bit hazy from his passion before he pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ear, a smile on his face before he embraced you tightly. You didn’t know that he would have loved your gift so much, a smile coming to your lips as you hugged him back, a smile on your lips as he squeezed you gently, ‘I’m so glad I have you in my arms again.’

-Thor- He smiled softly, seeing the intricate pendant and necklace, one that had once brought him so many tears, now making his heart swell with warmth and love. He instantly had you swept into his arms, making you squeal lightly, your arms around his neck, “Thor?!” he fell back onto his bed with you still held tightly, allowing you to sit up, looking down at him, a blush on your cheeks but you couldn’t help but smile, seeing him so happy, “I didn’t know you like necklaces so much.” He cupped your cheek gently, making your eyes meet his again, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “No- it’s because you gave it to me.” your whole head turned red at this words, turning from him, holding your cheeks which made him grin as he sat up, holding you to him.

-Hercules- You were a little embarrassed by your gift, something you had made a while ago, something you wanted to give him with the hopes of him having a child with a woman he loved, but you made this before he started to dote on you, and by the time you thought about a gift, it was too late to get something prepared for him. He handed him the box, the box he knew well and he did his best to keep his hands from shaking as he opened it, seeing a handmade lion plush that looked just like him. He looked up at you, his eyes wide in awe, trying to hide his elation that the gift was the same before he immediately embraced you, “Yes! Let’s have as many as possible!!” you squealed by his affections and words, blushing bright red as he was easily able to understand what it actually was. His enthusiasm did throw you off, being so happy with the idea of having children with you, although you were a little against ‘as many as possible’, but you said nothing, not wanting to rain on his parade at the moment, leaning into his embrace.

[kayssweetdreams]

The Perfect Finale Ch20

Meanwhile, Somewhere in Wonderworld...

Kaylo had been walking in a daze somewhere. She didn't exactly know where, but she could feel that it was important. She couldn't tell, but her normally pink eyes were now a glowing shade of gold as she was pulled deeper into Wonderworld, being called somewhere.

Earlier...

Thea and Stefan hugged their daughter TIGHTLY. they almost had lost her to that crazed Banished Maestro. It was bad enough that they had almost lost her to that madwoman...TWICE. there was no way they were going to lose her again. "My sweet baby girl...I'm not letting you go ever again..." Thea whispered as she stroked Kaylos hair.

"Oh mom...I missed you so much...I was so scared..." Kaylo whispered, her own tears leaking out of her eyes. "It was terrible...Yin put a shock collar on me...and he wanted me...to..." Kaylo couldn't finish the sentence...but it wasn't for the reason you'd expect. While the kids started explaining what had happened in the crater, Kaylo began to hear something...something calling her.

Though it sounded like Wonderworld language, for some strange reason, the pink haired girl could understand it. "Come..." it whispered "Come Descendant of Mirabella..." it said. Looking behind her to see if anyone was watching, Kaylo began to follow the sounds. Her eyes gaining a golden tint with a different pair of Wonderworld symbols in them, but unlike the seals, these led her deeper and deeper into Wonderworld.

She followed the sounds through the Isle of Tims, through the Negati Realm, through the backstages of Wonderworld, until she reached a door, lined with glowing Wonderworld swirls, and a crystal heart above it. Unconsciously, Kaylo reached out her hand, and the door reacted to her touch, enveloping her in a golden glow. When Kaylo finally awoke from her trance, she shook her head, and found herself in what appeared to be a large white void.

She looked around, hoping to find any form of life in this void "Hello? Balan? Lance? ANYBODY?!" She yelled. She kept walking through the void, until she stumbled upon a statue of what looked to be a female maestro, surrounded by tims, crying rainbow Drops, and holding a heart. "Who is this?..."she asked herself. One of the rainbow drops fell from the statue's eyes, and Kaylo caught it in her hand.

"What is this place..." she whispered, only to start hearing the strange sound again. This time, it seemed that the voice was calling her towards another part of the void. Blindly walking forward, she saw as the void began to fill with life, as she saw what looked to be a large, crystal, rainbow heart ahead. And from it, she could see it gently pulse, like a human's heart beat.

She looked around the heart, and saw various parts of Wonderworld, and many extraordinary things happen. An Air Cat kitten learning to walk on air for the first time, a Baby Tim being brought into existence, the Negati actually protecting Wonderworld from Yin, even the gentle ticking from the Clock of Happiness, giving form to another section of Wonderworld.

Kaylo's jaw dropped...she found the Wonder in Wonderworld...

She found Wonderworld's Heart.

[aceopmari]

The Akatsuki React to You Singing ‘New Genesis’ By Ado

A/N: been a while since I did anything Akatsuki related. Saw the new one piece movie last night and I came up with this in my sleep. Enjoy!

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Deidara:

“Do you wanna play? Riaru geemu girigiri!”

🎨Deidara was already crying at the sound of your beautiful voice. The music notes, the lyrics, the aesthetic. This mans heart was about to explode.

🎨You pointed at Deidara and winked as you did a cute little dance. ”Do you wanna play? Riaru geemu girigiri!” You sang. Deidara dropped to his knees as hearts filled his eyes. “YES!”

🎨You snap your fingers and suddenly the two of you were on a rainbow clay bird in the air. You both flew as colorful music notes surrounded you. You took Deidara’s hand and danced with him as you continued to sing.

🎨Deidara was amazed as he watched your colorful music notes drop down below to bomb a village. You smiled at the sight of the dying villagers before turning to Deidara. He looked at you lovingly. “You are amazing!” He cups your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss.

Itachi:

“I want BE FREEEE! Mieru yo shinjidai ga sekai no mukou e! Saa iku yo NEW WORLDDDD!”

🪶Itachi was in shock and awe. Especially with the colorful music notes flying around. Was this a genjutsu?

🪶 Your song touched his heart. His soul. His very existence. ”I want BE FREEEE!” You sang. Itachi couldn’t hold it in anymore. The lyrics made him realize how he himself wanted to be free of his suffering and how he made Sasuke suffer. He broke into tears.

🪶You floated down the stage and got on your knees in front of Itachi before cupping his cheeks as you continued. You wiped his tears away with your soft angelic fingers. “Mieru yo shinjidai ga sekai no mukou e…NEW WORLDDDDDD!”

🪶And suddenly Itachi managed to smile as your lyrics started to make him feel hope again. You brought him into a kiss as a happy tear leaves his eye. Maybe he himself could start working towards a ‘New Genesis’ in this corrupt ninja world…

Hidan:

“Shinjidai wa kono mirai da! Sekaijuu zenbu kaete shimaebaaa! kaete shimaebaaaa…”

🩸Hidan watched as you started dancing. He made a face at the colorful music notes that started to surround you. “…What the fuck is happening…?” Hidan wasn’t a fan of the overly colorful aesthetic as he preferred something much darker.

🩸Hidan’s pink eyes widened at the sound of your singing voice. “DAMN BITCH! You got BARS! How do you sing that fucking high?!”

🩸Finally you finished the song. Hidan had a big grin on his face. He picked you up, gave you a quick kiss, and then raised you up in the air. “Forget about that girly ‘New Genesis’ shit, babe! I want you to write a song about Lord Jashin so that we can spread his word throughout the fucking world!”

Sasori:

“Hateshinai ongaku ga motto todoku you ni!”

🎎Sasori was confused…he didn’t really care for your singing much as he was more focused on the colorful music notes that kept surrounding you.

🎎The more he stared, the more fascinated he became. What a lovely aesthetic. He was starting to feel inspired as an artist.

🎎Sasori suddenly lifted his fingers and connected his chakra thread to your body. He then moved his fingers and made you move and dance the way he wanted you to.

🎎You widened your eyes as you stopped singing. “Sasori?! W-What are you doing?!” Sasori smirked. “Don’t stop now…just keep singing My Doll…” You yelped as Sasori continued to move your body in ways you haven’t before. You screeched painfully when he dropped you into doing the splits. “That’s my girl…” he purrs darkly.

Kakuzu:

“Boku wo shinjite…”

💸“…Oh!” Kakuzu’s eyes widened in shock as he listened to you sing. That voice was powerful…

💸…And profitable!

💸Kakuzu dropped the Akatsuki and took you along with him (against your will). For the next few months, he would be working with you as your manager. He would help you become a celebrity where he would split the funds with you: 90/10.

💸 You were making him lots more money than he ever did at the Akatsuki.

💸”Kakuzu this is ridiculous! I’m barely seeing that money! You’re being unfair!” You cried. Kakuzu sat there and counted his stack of green. “Shut up. I’m counting my money. Go sing that ‘Genesis Garbage’ to your fans again.”

Tobi:

“???”

🎭You had invited Tobi to your first ever concert so that he could also enjoy. What you weren’t expecting was for him to jump on the stage in the middle of your performance…You widened your eyes as you blinked. “Tobi?!”

🎭”HEY GET OFF THE STAGE!” A boy with a straw hat shouted from the audience. “Tobi what are you doing?” You asked. “I wanted to sing with you too, Y/N-chan!”

🎭You smiled before handing him a mic. The two of you started singing and dancing together on stage. “I WANT BE FREEEEE!” You both sang.

🎭You cringed a bit as Tobi was off key but you managed to smile. At the very least, everyone was able to enjoy the performance.

[sodomighty]

The Tattoo

© 2019 Leland Dirks.

He was seventy-five, and I was the only one of his seven nephews who would visit him. Sharp as a tack, he reeled off one-liners faster than anyone I’d ever met.

Sometimes he’d tell me stories. What it was like to look for someone to love when that search could get you fired or killed. What it was like to change the gender of the one you loved when you talked about them. What it was like to know a friend committed suicide because he was being blackmailed or because he’d been disowned from his family.

Other times he’d tell me the glorious stories of dating a Marine on the down low. Of finding a bar that catered to a clientele of men who preferred the company of other men.

The summer he turned seventy-six, I spent a week with him. In the year between this visit and my last, he’d aged a decade. His skin was nearly translucent. In the evening sun, sometimes I thought I could see his bones through his skin.

There weren’t so many jokes nor very many stories. He walked slower, more cautiously, afraid to fall. I pretended not to notice.

On my last day with him, I asked him if there was anything special he wanted to do. He looked at me for a second, as if trying to discern my reaction before he’d even answered. He swallowed. Hard.

“There is.”

“Okay.”

“You promise not to laugh?”

“I swear.”

“I want a tattoo.”

“Let’s do it.”

We drove thirty-five miles to the nearest tattoo parlor. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when they showed us the books of artwork that, for a small fee, could live forever on skin.

“What do you think you want?”

“Oh, I already know. But it’s fun looking at other ideas, too.”

I didn’t press him. He took off his shirt, and I tried to imagine what he must have looked like when he was in the Navy some fifty years before.

He whispered in the tattoo artist’s ear and prepared himself for what must have been a lifelong dream.

I watched as they drew an outline of the tattoo above his heart. Simple. Geometric. A triangle.

He saw my questioning look.

“It’s what the Nazis made thousands of homosexuals wear in the concentration camps. A pink triangle. We took it back, as a sign of liberation, long before anyone thought of a rainbow flag. So we’d never forget what happens when a whole group of people are demonized. So we’d remember how thin the veneer of civilization really is.”

The sound of the automated needle filled the small space. I watched the black outline take shape. I watched as the pink was colored in. He grimaced every once in a while but was stoic overall.

The tattooist finished, gave him care instructions, and asked him if he was satisfied. Uncle only nodded, but the grin on his face made him look a decade younger.

He got ready to pay, but I stopped him. His sky blue eyes searched my face.

“Think they’d give us a discount for two?”

He died that winter, and I couldn’t make it to his funeral. But every day when I step out of the shower and look in the mirror, I remember how two black sheep of the family wound up with pink triangles on their chests, and sometimes I cry.

© 2019 Leland Dirks.

[malice-death]

The Raven & The Little Prince

(Note this is just something original)

(A watchful raven au, that I invented randomly.)

The raven always knew when death was coming, and her wings took her to a small town where the people worked and went on with their lives.

It was something basic and simple, a scene the raven had watched millions of times before. When she finally landed, it was on the windowsill of a small cottage, where she heard joyous voices speaking to one another again.

Where she saw a couple, speaking to each other, a small baby in the man's arms. The raven felt her heart break slightly, remembering a small baby girl that she had given up for the sake of life she wanted to lead.

But the raven left, knowing that this wasn't a sight she needed to see, it wasn't meant to see.

Still, it wasn't until late in the night, when the raven was resting in a tree. The first noise was the sudden snarling of something into the distance, and her red eyes spotted the first grim, the pack of beowolves racing into the streets of the town.

And before she could even take flight, the monsters were already ripping apart the houses and citiziens.

The raven transformed into a woman, whipping out a sword, cutting through the pack, but more just kept pouring in, and she knew that she wouldn't be enough to keep this town alive, but she knew that she could try to save them.

Donning her mask, she got a good group of survivors out, until the raven realized that the young couple, she saw earlier were not among the survivors.

After she was sure that they were in a safe spot, and she made sure to get them to a better spot safely, she transformed again flying back to the small cottage.

But when she arrived, she was too late, the house was in ruins. Landing she saw no signs of any life, closing her eyes, about to leave, until she heard crying, and then the late growl of a Beowulf.

Gripping her sword, she charged at the beast, and after making sure that there was no other danger.

Leaning down, she moved around some wood, until she saw a small bundle. The baby she had seen earlier was whimpering, the baby's eyes filled with fear, and confusion.

The raven reached out a small, gloved hand to stroke the top of the boy's head.

But before she could even think to pick up the baby, voices could be heard in the distance, so Raven shifted once more and flew off.

===================================

It was about four years later when she was traveling with the bandits that she was walking through the forest, and heard the distant cries of a child.

Forcing her bandits forward, with Vernal in charge of getting them to the next loaction, while Raven flew towards the cries.

Only to see a small boy with tears in his eyes and hands clutching a dirty rainbow orange rag.

She stayed in her raven form, unsure of how she wanted to help the boy. As she shifted on the branch she was perched on, her feathers felt ruffled, as soon as she heard the distant growling of a grim.

It was within the distance of the boy, and Raven knew that she didn't want to be the cause of another death, but with a clear glance.

She knew that the boy was injured, and with a simple deduction, she knew that Summer's house was only a long hour's walk away from this forest.

transforming behind the tree, she approached the boy slowly.

"Hey, everything all right?"

====To Be Continued=====

I hopefully will make this a full one-shot on my Ao3 account, but I thought I post the portion that sounded the most interesting.

Always welcome to hear your thoughts or opinions on this idea.

Thank you for reading.

[eunwoopeia]

“Some Kind of Proof It’s Not a Dream”

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x tsukishima kei

genre: song fic, getting together, light angst

work count: 1.7k

tags/warnings: mentions of divorce, tiny one-sided tsukiyama, tsukki is bad at feelings

summary: tsukishima kei finds his only exception in kuroo tetsurou

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

Kei’s early childhood is only filled with two things, non-stop shouting or deafening silence. Five year old Tsukishima Kei knew that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Two people who had promised to love each other until the day they die weren’t supposed to either have screaming matches every night or pretending like the other person doesn’t exist at all. Akiteru —his older brother of six years— tried his best to reassure and comfort him, but the walls are thin and there is only so much an older brother can do in trying to protect his little brother when his own parents are crumbling down right in front of him.

So it was inevitable, Kei knew, when their parents decided to get a divorce.

It was for the better anyway. Their parents can stop pretending like everything is fine just for the sake of their two children.

Kei knows that now. But he still cried when his mother and father sat him and Akiteru down one evening to explain everything.

It was the first time he ever saw his father cry.

And my momma swore she would

Never let herself forget

They move back to the small town where their mother grew up, just the three of them. Kei, Akiteru, and their mother. His father stayed at the city, and would only ever call once a month. Not that Kei missed him or longed for him. He never felt like he was missing something, with the way his mother enveloped him with love and attention, with everything he could ever want or need.

And Akiteru did as well.

He loved and took care of Kei almost like a father, but not authoritative enough to be suffocating and make him forget that they’re only brothers. Akiteru was his hero, the glistening rainbow after a strom. The one person who would never hurt him the way their parents had.

Until he did.

Until Kei found out about the months of lying and deceiving.

And it wasn’t just a storm this time. It was his entire world shattering and crumbling down to tiny little pieces.

Was his adoration a burden for Aki? Was he not trustworthy enough to be a confidant for his only brother?

Were people really just dumb enough to continue staying in a situation that was doing nothing but hurting them?

And that was the day that I promised

Kei would never be like them.

Like his father who would rather find a temporary heat from a different body just to escape his problems.

Like his mother who would stay in a loveless relationship in hopes of rekindling a dying fire.

Like his brother who would lie not just to Kei, but also to himself, just because he’s too much of a coward to face the harsh truth.

I’d never sing of love if it does not exist

#

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

‘I know you don’t feel the same way but I… I just wanted to let you know.’

Kei didn’t know what to say. What to do. What to feel.

Yamaguchi is standing in front of him, almost caving into himself. Freckles blurring behind a deep blush as he continues to worry with his hands. ‘Tsukki. Please say something.’

Kei didn’t know what to say.

‘Yamaguchi…’

‘It’s okay. Just. Please tell me that we can still be friends.’

‘Of course.’ Of course, because Yamaguchi was the one person who wasn’t afraid of him. Who answered all the mood swings, the awful words, the complete and total animosity to anything that could be related to happiness with a little smile. He was his only friend.

And Kei didn’t deserve him.

‘Of course we can still be friends.’

And I’ve always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

Volleyball kept him busy. And sure, his teammates were… fine.

The seniors cared about the team a lot. Kei can see that. They didn’t only care about winning a couple of games or getting themselves into Nationals before they graduate. They genuinely care about everyone.

And the sophomores might be a weird mix of rowdy hormonal teenagers and calm enthusiastic players, but they were very supportive (in their own way) as well.

And even though his fellow freshmen the such pain in the ass, they wholeheartedly wanted to be there.

And up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content

Which was the problem. Because they all cared a little too much for Kei’s liking.

It’s just a club.

He wasn’t there to make friends. It’s just a silly sport to help him pass the time.

With loneliness

He didn’t need more friends.

He doesn’t see the point of giving your all, almost to the point of burning yourself out, to something that might only cause you disappointment or pain in the end.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

And then he met Kuroo Tetsurou.

The captain of their supposed rival school. Charming, enigmatic, and so full of himself, Kuroo Tetsurou.

Kei would be lying if he said that he was able to stop thinking about the older boy after they first met. But he told himself that it was nothing but a stupid crush. It wasn’t his fault that he found him attractive somehow. It was only his mind and body betraying him, nothing more.

But everything changes during training camp.

When Kuroo apologized for something other people might have just brushed off. When Kuroo (with the help of Bokuto, Akaashi and Yamaguchi) made him face his own fears. Made him realize that he’s being a coward by already giving up without even trying. When Kuroo helped him hone his skills without asking for anything in return, despite the fact that were supposed to be enemies.

When Kuroo invited him out for a walk on their last night at camp —and somehow made Kei agree— talking about the nerdiest shit Kei had ever heard from someone who he had previously dubbed as a brainless jock. When they spent the night talking (bickering) in hushed tones despite being surrounded by nothing but the trees and the light of fireflies. When Kuroo walked him back to the room where he and his teammates are staying at, looking as disappointed as Kei feels for the quick passing of time.

When Kuroo asked for his number before he boards their bus the next morning, hand massaging his nape and maroon tinting his ears.

When Kuroo calls right after their game against Shiratorizawa, frantically asking him about his injury before even congratulating their team for the impossible win.

When Kuroo looks genuinely happy and outright proud of him after Karasuno beats Nekoma at Nationals, despite losing an important game on his last year in high school.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality

Everything changes.

When they don’t stop communicating with each other despite Kuroo graduating and entering college. Despite the busy schedule. Despite the miles in between.

When their late night conversations turns from questions about homework to their deepest secrets and darkest insecurities.

When Kuroo drops by every training camp just to break down even more of Kei’s impervious walls.

When Kuroo helps him pick out a university of his own, helps move him into a brand new dorm (Aki adores him. Kei hates it, but he also kind of understands why), helps him adjust to his new life at the city.

When Kuroo doesn’t falter of flinch to his barbed wires, his sharp tongue, and dark nights.

But I can’t

When one day, Kuroo asks him, ‘Do you think you’ll ever love me back, Tsukki?’

‘Tetsu, you know I don’t…’

He wanted to say, I don’t believe in love.

Let go of what’s in front of me here

But Kei knows it’s a lie.

Because he’s been in love since that first night. Surrounded by trees and the light of fireflies.

Since that time he sent a text saying ‘we’re taking my mom to the hospital right now’ and later, Kuroo comes rushing to his side, straight out of his part-time job from the city an hour and a half away.

Since he stayed the night at Tokyo to comfort a distressed Kuroo who had just lost his childhood pet.

Since Kuroo had stayed with him through a painfully awkward lunch he had with the man who is his father after years of not seeing each other.

Since Kuroo so sweetly confessed ‘I’m so in love with you Tsukishima Kei’ without expecting an answer back.

I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up

‘I know. But I also hope you know that I’m not like any of them Tsukki.’

Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream

But how do you shed an integral part of yourself?

How do you erase something you spent your entire childhood and adolescent years instilling into your very being?

How do you make yourself believe in something you’ve seen left so many important people in your life broken and crumpled to the ground? Including the boy in front of you? (Because Kei can see it. Loving him is only making Kuroo suffer day by day.)

‘Tetsu…’ Kei doesn’t know what to say. So he doesn’t.

Doesn’t speak until Tetsurou rubs at his face and silently leaves his room.

How?

You make an exception.

You are the only exception

So Kei follows. It might have taken him hours before he finally finds the courage, but he doesn’t care.

When Kuroo is the one who had stayed with him through everything, running after him is nothing in comparison. Kei would run to the end of the world and it would only be his starting point into giving back everything Tetsurou had given him, thought him, shown him. Made him feel.

This would be his starting point.

And I’m on my way to believing

So Kei runs out of his dorm.

Only to find Tetsurou waiting outside for him.

‘You stayed.’

‘Of course I did. I always have, haven’t I?’

Oh, and I’m on my way to believing

‘And I always will.’

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Broken Promises

After Teruya's death, Rei is left to cope. She reminisces about what he said to her in the helicopter after they escaped the first killing game.

- JUST BECAUSE I LOVE THESE TWO AND THEY'RE MY COMFORT SHIP, DOESN'T MEAN THEY AREN'T MY GO-TO ANGST SHIP. Take the ending as you will, because I didn't know how to end so i just let my fingers guide my lazy ass.

TW for teruya’s death, and broken promies, i suppose?

Rei sat in the helicopter, her hands balled into fists as her curly hair became messy from the wind. She barely noticed the merchant scooting closer to her. "Rei..?" Teruya whispered, leaning away slightly as the professor tensed and glared at him, her eyes filled with both fear and sorrow. It was the second time he'd seen her like this.

He exhaled slowly, leaning closer once more and looking up at her. "It's.. okay to feel sad. I saw how you were in that.. final trial... You were bottling those emotions up for so long... weren't you?" He began, his voice soft as he watched her look away.

"And you're.. probably blaming yourself too.. More than any of us.. And we both know why, so I won't be saying the reasons.. If I was in your shoes, i'd.. be blaming myself too... But I don't know as much about you as I'd wish.. And I'm not the smartest person.. but I do know it's okay to cry..! it doesn't make you weak, it doesn't make you weird.. It's normal, and it shows that you're human, and there's no reason for you to be treated different..! And so... If you want to cry, then cry..! No one is judging you..!" Teruya grinned nervously, reluctantly taking one of Rei's hands in both of his, looking her in they eyes with understanding.

Rei pulled her gaze and hand away, looking back out at the scenery as she relaxed. "...Thank you, Otori." "

And..! And..!" Teruya continued quickly, bouncing nervously. "I'll be by your side and support you no matter what! No matter how much you dislike me, i think you're amazing and smart and if we do work at this foundation, I promise to listen to you!"

Rei wiped away tears as she curled up on her bed, holding a teddy bear with a rainbow heart on it tightly. He promised her. He promised to listen, he promised to stay by her side. He promised. And now.... he couldn't keep that promise, and it was rei's fault. If she hadn't been so selfish on using the emergency code to get out of the killing game, Teruya would've lived a long life, like he deserved to.

Her eyes hurt as she cried a bit more, choking on sobs as she snuggled the bear. How was she supposed to do this? How was she supposed to handle another loss of a (former) classmate, and one that she had grown to love romantically? She choked back a sob as she heard the door open, releasing her grip on the stuffed toy as someone walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Greetings, miss Mekaru... I was.. informed about what happened... And I saw that you and mister Otori were.. very close. So if I can do anything to help you in the slightest, please do inform me.." The voice of Doctor Hikaru Ando gently said. Why was he here? He shouldn't be wasting time on her. He had other people to tend to.

Nonetheless, Rei nodded, taking off her glasses and putting them on the bedside table, hands shaking no matter how much she willed them to stop. She soon felt the weight on her bed shift, and heard the door close, causing her inner dam to break and tears to continue streaming down her face as she let out pained sobs of guilt and sorrow. She should be worried about everyone else, but here she was, weakly curled into a ball on her bed with puffy eyes and red cheeks.

So when she finally stopped crying, she thought she was over it. There was no need to cry anymore. She let it all out. Rei was finished grieving. She would never shed a tear over it again, she had no need to. She was fine.

But then came the day of the funeral, where tears returned and she had to sit in her car. Rei didn't want to accept that Teruya was gone, didn't want to accept that the one person that she felt she saw in a romantic light had died, all because she was afraid of dying.

Teruya Otori's death was all her fault, and she needed to apologize for being selfish.

[rainofdaisies]

"Sorry, I got caught up in things," he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She muttered a 'it's fine', laying her head on his shoulder. "Want me to tell you a joke?"

Requested by ilikebeesalo. Originally on Wattpad!

"Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you not to break the glass cups and the AI?!" Her father, Schlatt yelled from across the kitchen. She flinched at his shout, and she knew it was directed at her. He had been shouting at her ever since this morning.

Well, he was not yelling and just scolding—the usual. Y/N didn't know how they had gotten into this predicament in the first place. Or even what had happened to her dad in the first place. One minute, she was reading about The Giving Tree, and the next thing she knew, everything went dark. Y/N turned around to look at him as tears pricked her eyes, and by childish instinct, she uttered three words that caused her to be sent into a forest.

"I HATE YOU!"

Since then, she was only left in a forest filled with oak trees and multiple anthills. A slight breeze ruffled through her hair as she stood on shaky feet and began to walk forward. Her dad's harsh voice echoed throughout the forest as if he were right next to her as she walked. 

The sky above her grew darker, threatening rain and soon enough, Y/N was forced to find shelter. But there wasn't any. There were just more woods everywhere she looked. 

She sat down against one of the many large trees and rested her head against its trunk. She took in deep breaths of fresh air and tried not to overthink the fact that she was alone in the middle of the woods. It felt so cold for her, resulting in her shivering, shaking and trembling 

For some reason, she always had a friend that called himself XD, which resulted in her calling him that. He always materialized when she was alone and comforted her but he seems a little late today.

She only realised the rain was cold because her skin carried the heat of her blood, and as she looked up, her eyes were continually seeking the rainbows given by the light. Maybe he's just having a bad day, Y/N thought, but another thought said he didn't care about her.

That he didn't love her as he used to that, she was unwanted. As the rain fell, Y/N couldn't help but think of home and her family. It made her sadder than she had already, so she let the tears roll down her face. But soon after, she realised she was bursting into tears.

"Oh my God, Y/N. You're weeping because of a little... Problem." She muttered to herself.

He appeared and he spoke out, "Hey there, Y/N." He hugged her, drawing hearts and stars on her back to comfort her. XD was finally here.

"You're finally here!"

"Yep, I am."

She sniffled into his chest as he whispered words of comfort. "What came about to you?" He questioned, inquisitive and enraged at the same time and he apparently already knew. He thought, how could someone do this to a kid, especially Y/N.

She gave answer, "n-nothing, really — father just scolded me again." Then, she proceeded with sobbing into his chest again, XD patting her back out of pity and care. 

Then, he said the best things that could possibly come out of his mouth, "It's alright, Y/N. We're getting through this together." His grip tightened around her, pulling her close. And just before Y/N fell asleep, she swore she heard him whisper, "I'll make sure nothing happens to you, okay?" But she was so exhausted that she barely registered them. The last thing Y/N saw before falling asleep was a pair of green eyes watching over her with concern.

The sun shone brightly, making her squint. She opened her eyes slowly and immediately shut them when the sun blinded her. After a few seconds, she adjusted to the brightness and lifted herself onto her elbows. She rubbed her eyes, which were sore from crying the night before. Then, she saw XD walking towards her with a golden apple.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" He asked, his mask hiding the smile on his face. She replied with a content smile, unmistakably saying 'yes' to his question. He smiled and handed her the apple which she took gratefully. As she began to eat her apple, he sat beside her on the grass and started talking about the past year with her while she gave attention to to everything he had to say.

In between every sentence that passed his lips, she listened intently, nodding in acknowledgement when necessary. It felt so comfortable being with XD, like there weren't any boundaries around them anymore. They both felt complete in each other's presence and there was no awkwardness in their conversations. She wished they could stay in their own bubble forever, where no one else mattered except themselves.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped speaking. For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the wind rustling in the leaves. Y/N blinked a couple of times to get rid of the remnants of sleep.

"Did you hear what I just told you?", he questioned, leaning towards her slightly. She nodded. "Why don't we go for a quick walk?" Y/N agreed and followed him silently until they reached a small pond. She sat down beside him, resting her head against the tree behind her. He glanced at her and noticed how she had fallen asleep again.

Oh, JSchlatt. You've made a terrible mistake hurting this poor child.

The next morning, Y/N was awake, waiting for her friend to come back. "What is taking him so long," she mumbled to herself. Then, she finally saw him materialize from the grass in front if her.

"Why're you late?"

"Sorry, I got caught up in things," he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She muttered a 'it's fine', laying her head on his shoulder. "Want me to tell you a joke?"

"Yeah?" She said, curious and intrested at what joke he would say.

"Did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta-way."

She thought, oh my god, that's such a bad joke! She couldn't help but hold back a chuckle, causing the face behind XD's mask to smile. "And — I've gotten a present for you."

He pulled out your father's head, letting go of her with one arm to do so. Her face contorted to a mix of fear and suprise, making an effort to let go and back away from XD. She suddenly cannot move away at all, having the feeling that he was forcefully holding her close to him.

"X-XD, what's going on with you?!"

"Nothing, Y/N." He hushed her, throwing the head away and patting her head, ruffling her hair out to alleviate her uncertainties. She could feel his breath against the side of her head and it sent quivers all up and down her spine. "It will go away once we get out of here... But remember, you have to believe in me." His warm hand slowly traveled towards the back of her neck and he pushed her head gently forward.

"You're safe with me now, no one's going to harm you, Y/N."

Her eyes were flickering everywhere, her breath coming to be ragged and shaky, making an effort to figure out what the hell just happened. "X-XD, what're you doing?" She exclaimed fearfully, pushing him away with all her strength. Even though he was stronger than her, he didn't coerce her to get close to him again.

"Y/N. Please don't try to run away. I only want what's best for you." She shivered, shuddered and backed away further. He continued, "No no, Y/N, it's fine, come to me."

She shook her head vigorously and backed herself up even further. Suddenly, he lunged himself at her with surprising speed. She screamed as she ran towards the bushes behind her with all of her strength. XD was on her tail, grabbing a hold of her shoulders and yanking her backwards.

But the second her back touched the bush, she jumped up onto it, and ran off again. She ran across the clearing and into the darkness of the forest. Once the shadows were all around her, Y/N finally stopped running and turned to look at her surroundings, scared to death of what might be in front of her. "Oh my God, oh my God, gosh, God help me," Y/N muttered, running and dashing with all her stamina to get through the forest. She was now searching for the way to Logstedshire. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy! He should be able to help me!" Y/N exclaimed happily and heartily, now feeling like she had hope.

When she finally arrived at Logstedshire, her legs and body were sore and tired and as she reached her destination, she collapsed on the ground and leaned against a tree, sighing out loudly. Y/N then spotted a blond boy approaching her with a suprised expression. 

Tommy spoke, "Y/N? I thought Schlatt adopted you." He sat down in front of her, giving her bread and she took it greedily, swallowing it greedily. "Are you alright? You look like you just faced God's wrath." He asked, chuckling at the last part. 

"I think I just did," she responded, already finishing her bread. Then, she looked at him seriously and inquired, "Tommy, do you know anything about a guy named... XD?" Y/N questioned and asked anxiously.

Tommy raised a brow and answered and inquired of, "Uhm, who? Y/N, c'mon -- you really need a break." He helped her up, carrying her on his back and went to his house. "Oh and -- Ghostbur's here."

"Wilbur, as a ghost?"

"You are correct." 

Wilbur appeared out of nowhere, waving at her merrily. 

"Ahh, great..." she murmured.

Wilbur then turned serious and added, "I can see you have lost weight again because of the stress." His gaze eased upon seeing how pale and worn out Y/N was. "Don't stress yourself out." 

"Yeah, Y/N, what happened? I thought you're with Schlatt after my -- y'know, exile."

"Yeah but, can I stay with you guys for a bit?"

"Sure, Y/N!" Wilbur said, affirming her question.

Then, the next day, Y/N was sitting outside, playing with the wooden dolls Tommy and Wilbur gave her. She hummed as if she was singing a song, the dialogues of the dolls or in her words, her characters in her mind. XD appeared out of nowhere. 

"Y/N."

"What the — GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"No no no, Y/N, settle down. I won't hurt you." 

"Well what you did there was otherwise!"

She grabbed an iron axe that was next to her, standing up and holding up infront of her. In her state of fear and anxiety, her reflexes were very much impaired. After a few seconds, she managed to catch sight of XD behind her.

Is he really trying to scare me?! She thought, panicking in her thoughts. She quickly dashed towards him with the axe, aiming it at his head. Before she realized what had just happened, he grabbed hold of the weapon, keeping her off balance. She lost her balance and crashed onto him, her knees hitting the floor painfully. The impact caused the air to leave her lungs and she fell unconscious.

"Y/N, get up!" She heard Tommy yell at her, opening her eyes to see Wilbur fighting XD by himself. Wilbur won't win. 

Y/N quickly got up, grabbed her axe and slashed at XD. "Y/N!" Wilbur exclaimed, dodging and evading XD's attacks. It was hard, trying to find an opportunity to make him stop attacking Y/N. He kept dodging her every time he tried to hit him with his own weapons. She swung her blade in anger, not caring whether she cut through the air. Suddenly, she felt an immense pain on her right leg, stopping her movements.

Tommy brought in a misstep when he turned away to check on her to see if she was okay. Tommy's weakness was taken advantage of by XD, who charged at him with the intention of paralyzing him. When he was violently thrown to the earth, he had no time to react. While his sword was thrown out of his reach, his back slammed hard into the ground. "Just give me Y/N, I don't want to hurt anyone unless it's necessary," XD started again, "I won't say please." 

"We won't!" Tommy responded as if he was speaking for him and Wilbur. Wilbur, meanwhile was stood rooted to the ground. He smiled at Tommy with no emotion in his smile.

"And I can promise you'll hate yourself after this." He declared coolly. He raised aloft up his foot and kicked him right where it hurts. That one was particularly bad; he groaned loudly and cried out in agony.

Y/N watched, horrified, tears starting to form in her eyes. "X-XD, I-I'll come with you! Just — don't hurt my friends!" 

"Y/N! Are you crazy?!" Tommy yelled, receiving another kick from XD. Wilbur seemed to make an effort to consider an alternative and Y/N gave him a look that told him to stop. The blond boy appeared to see this, giving Y/N a pleading look. 

XD spoke, "It's nice to hear that, Y/N." He smiled at her with pure compassion which provoked her to flinch.

"Let's go, Y/N. Let's go home now. Don't you ever worry about them." 

Y/N, for some reason, ran away from them as if she wanted to keep him preoccupied. He came after, going away from Wilbur and Tommy. "What is Y/N thinking...?" Tommy muttered and Wilbur shook his head not knowing from a distance.

You can do this, Y/N! Y/N thought, running and speeding up whenever her stamina was enough to do so. "Y/N, why can't you just stay with me? Can't you see I ¿noʎ ʇnoqɐ ǝɹɐɔ" She heard this in her head, feeling like he was gaining on her. 

"I do care, Y/N."

He appeared right in front of her eyes, causing her to stop in her tracks. Suddenly he picked her up bridal style in his arms and took off, with Y/N still struggling and screaming. As they were both going through the forest, she began yelling at him, "Put me down you fucking asshole! Put me down, you bastard! Let me go you bastard! You bastard!!! You bloody bastard!!!"

"You've been learning some swears from your 'friends', have you?" He spoke up, a mocking tone in the word 'friends'. 

"Who cares what that I learnt from them! Leave me alone! Put me down you son of a bitch!" Y/N replied back, struggling in his arms even more as she could tell her strength was getting weaker by each second.

"Oh really? So now you wanna fight back?" He looked at her with a cool expression, causing her to shiver. 

"Don't worry, Y/N. You'll be safe with me, forever. Now you have to accep it now, do you?"

"X-XD! What's going on with you?"

"No, what's wrong with YOU."

"Nothing!" She made an effort to get out from his grasp as she said that, his grip only getting tighter. He patted her head with the wings that were on his head, which caused her to suddenly feel comfortable in his arms.

"Rest."

And so she did. 

She drifted to sleep in his arms. She didn't want to, but she felt the need to. And so, she closed her eyes tightly, falling asleep with his wings wrapped around her.

When Y/N woke up again, she found herself laying down on some soft cotton sheets. It didn't take her long to realize something was different about her. She couldn't move. There wasn't any sort of restriction or restraint on her body whatsoever. She opened her eyes to discover she was lying on someone's chest. Her heart immediately jumped to her throat as she stared blankly at the person holding her.

"Y/N! You're awake!" XD exclaimed happily, hugging Y/N as he gently held onto her head. "You're with me and I'm so happy about that," he went on with, "are you feeling alright?" She cringed at his sudden tenderness and affection, attempting to move away from this position but he held her close. "Why aren't you answering me?!" He shouted as he pulled away from her. 

She blinked repeatedly. How can she answer such a simple question while staring at a person she was afraid of? She asked back, "XD, this is a dream, right?" He looked at her for a moment, his mask slightly lifted which revealed his lips and they curled into a smile, then hysterical laughter broke out from them.

"Y/N! You're such a great humorist!" He said as to answer to the question. "But yes, this isn't a dream!"

"Then why are you hugging me, you monster?! Is this some kind of torture?!?" She yelled with her voice sounding weak, scared and confused all at the same time.

"No, this isn't torture. This is something far better than that."

"How much worse can anything be?!"

"I do not want to repeat myself. Now now, calm down! Your new home is with me!"

A horrified look appeared on her face as her mind was clouded with only one wish.

Whatever god is up there, help me.

"I'll help you, Y/N."

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[layuhsblog]

Glimpse of Us- Lee Know x reader

warning- angst, lowercase intended, more angst, reader is in a happy relationship, mentions of insecurities (everyone sad insecure bitches)

//gif not mine. lmk if you want me to remove. credit to owner//

didn't get any recommendation so it was originally gonna be for Chan (he's my bias) but felt like it would suit this cat more.

note: this in no way represents Lee Minho in any way in real life. I'm sure he's a good person. don't be delulu, this is for entertainment purposes (or for you to cry to at 3am)

//HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL HES SO CUTE//

i recommend listening to the song while reading but eh it's your choice

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he loves her, he really does. atleast that's what he tried to convince himself.

she was an angel, she saved him from darkness. when he was drowning in self hatred, she showered him with love. when he was too blue in the rain, she'd turn it into a rainbow.

when the world's burden was too much to take, she'd remove the world from his shoulders.

she really was perfect, he thought to himself.

but why is it that he can not stop thinking about you...

the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. that crooked smile you grew to hate so much, which you covered cus you were so insecure to show it off.

the smile which was too perfect for this world to see, too perfect for him to see. is that why he made you stop smiling? he thought.

you were his everything, he was yours. why did he have to break your heart beyond repair? why can you never meet his eyes when you accidentally bump into each other? he heard you're in a relationship, with someone as perfect as his partner, someone who makes you happy.

but why does he want to give up this perfection to be imperfect with you..?

why does he see a glimpse of what you guys once had in his lover's soft, loving eyes, those eyes that hold nothing but love and concern for him? he doesn't want to let her down like he let you down.

he does not want to hurt another person.

he did not want perfect if it meant it didn't work out.

she did everything to heal him, to heal him from his own mistakes but he still couldn't bring himself to love her, he still couldn't convince himself that there is someone more perfect than you.

"when things got bad you gave up on me, on us, minho, and now you're giving up on her..? I'm much more happier now. we are over, let me go before it's too late and you hurt her too." your trembling words rang through his head like a blaring alarm.

but it was indeed too late. he couldn't fix anything anymore.

with tearful goodbyes

they were over too,

now the eyes in which he saw your glimpses are filled with tears and hurt because all she ever did was love him unconditionally and all he ever did was force himself to love someone he never loved.

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[nokalatte]

To my fellow merms, with love

'But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.' 

With these somewhat somber words begins the live-action film The Little Mermaid. A much more tragic tone set for a film that originally swam colorfully and vibrantly into our hearts 34 years ago.  Within the first few minutes of the film opening -- it was clear this new take on the forbidden love story between man and mermaid would not disappoint.

I was born the year the original Disney animated film came out and I suppose that’s why so many grown women my age are convinced we are mermaids ourselves. The film is a part of the fabric of my life and as my partner says, it’s basically my religion. For that reason, I went into the theatre cautiously optimistic and I believe that’s why I left absolutely elated. 

I’ve always loved that the film begins above the water, before diving deep down to the ocean floor. While some criticize the film for it’s lack of lighting under the sea, I found it simply to be true of real life. A big reason humans like myself are called to the sea is the desire to be a part of what lurks beneath the surface; where fish have supernatural neon lights to navigate the darkness. Like Prince Eric, I am curious to discover the unknown, just as Ariel desires to go where she is forbidden. 

Ever since the first trailer came out, most of us knew Halle Bailey’s performance would move us. But her angelic voice and wide eyes filled with longing from scene to scene captured me in a way I didn’t expect. As she finished Part of Your World, I found tears streaming down my cheeks. I turned to my cousin (a fellow ‘89 baby) to find that she too was crying. We then immediately started laughing at ourselves. How could we be so emotional at a song we’ve heard thousands of times? Was it overwhelming nostalgia? The realization we could see ourselves in this character? The magic of Disney?? Call it what you want -- the fact remains we were overwhelmed with emotion. And I fully agreed with my cousin when she declared, “the rest of the movie could be crap and I wouldn’t care.  Because that was beautiful”. 

I’m pleased to say the rest of the film was NOT crap. Far from it. Though it’s about an hour longer than the original, nearly every new scene and piece of dialogue seemed to move the story forward and deepen the connection between our two main characters. 

While I could have done without Prince Eric’s solo ballad, to me, Jonah Hauer-King embodied the role perfectly. It’s as if Disney knew they were making this film as much for the adult women as they were for the young kids. The handsome, strong sailor who wants to do away with the boundaries between royalty and deck hands instantly had me hooked.  Through added dialogue between Eric and Grimsby, I could easily see what Ariel saw in him. 

The new song Ariel sings in her head as she’s suddenly among humans was a perfect addition to the story. It describes all the emotions running through her body; all the anxious excitement someone would feel when they finally make it where they longed to be. 

By far though, the best addition to the film is the discovery of Prince Eric’s whoseits and whatsits galore. The parallel between Ariel’s cave of collections from humans and Eric’s trove of treasures from under the sea was exactly what the animated version lacks: a deep soul connection between the two lovers. Ursula never stood a chance ;) 

Speaking of -- Melissa McCarthy does a fantastic job as our villain... but the actress playing human Ursula aka Vanessa -- Jessica Alexander knocks it OUT OF THE PARK! She’s only in the film for such a short time but she makes quite the splash. As the spell begins to unravel, her desperation and anger fully takes hold and I was actually a little scared!!

Though we don’t get the big wedding boat rainbow and sendoff in this version, we do get a much more independent Ariel. She’s the one who figures out how to teach the prince her name. She’s the one who ultimately takes down the villain and just like in the original, she’s the one who convinces her father that not all humans are bad. Breaking barriers for sea creatures and humans just as Halle has broken a barrier by being our first Ariel of color. 

I thought I would be much more upset by changes and the omission of lyrics in the classic songs like Kiss the Girl and Poor Unfortunate Souls; but to be honest, I barely even noticed them. I’m almost embarrassed to have questioned decisions made by the one and only Alan Menken. I can honestly say In Alan, I trust! 

And also -- in Grimsby I trust!! I’ll leave you with this new quote from Eric’s confidant that truly struck a chord in me. A motto I will likely continue to recall when I find myself struggling with a decision in matters of the heart:

“Don’t be held back by what you think should be. Think of only what is”