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0blobthefish0 · 10 days

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Addison Montgomery x Reader 1,184 words

a\n - thank you so much to the person who requested, I am so sorry that it has taken me literal eons to get this finished. Thank you for being so patient with me, you're an angel!!

You were the only one in the skills lab and you were going through the latest surgery that you had watched Addison perform. You went over the steps over and over again, performing as if you were the lead surgeon - a method that Addison had recommended. However, you were still managing to mess up. The room was dark, the station you were working at being the only source of light, and so you failed to notice the door open and a certain red-head walk in.

"Loosen your grip." You felt yourself jump at the sudden intrusion of the silence that you had been in for nearly an hour and quickly looked up to see Addison just opposite you. "If you relax, you'll get the angle right." She offered and you nodded your head before repositioning yourself.

Addison circled the table and stood behind you, slightly to your right.

"Here," she began and placed her hand over yours before softly angling it down. "Now try." She was so close you could feel her breath fan over the shell of your ear. "Good, well done," you heard Addison congratulate as you made a successful incision and you let out a deep breath in celebration.

"Thank you so much," you thanked before spinning around to face her. You had to stop yourself from letting out a gasp. When had she gotten so close?

"You're doing well, you probably use this area more than anyone else," she smiled and then her brows furrowed ever so slightly as she tilted her head to look at you.

"What's on your mind?"

"Oh, um, it's nothing," you waved off, but Addison only raised a brow at you. You rested against the side of the table, you didn't really want to tell her, it wasn't really anything to be worried about. So what if the other residents didn't really talk to you because they thought you were getting special treatment? You knew that you weren't.

"What is it?" Addison asked softly.

"Did you know that people think that we're a thing?"

"Really?" Addison questioned with a little shock.

"Addie, are you really that surprised?" You chuckled. "The things you say-"

"Why? What do I say?"

"What do you not say?"

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You stood by the reception, clipboard in hand, waiting to check up on your patient.

"How's it going, hot stuff?"

You turn your head to stare at Addison, dumbfounded, and she's looking at you with a smile on her face, amusement shining in her eyes.

You whack her with your clipboard, "Addison," you hiss before reminding her, "we are in public."

A smirk grows on Addison's lips and you feel your face fall, bracing yourself for what was coming next.

"Why, you wanna take this elsewhere?" You feel your cheeks begin to heat up at the innuendo.

"Go away," you mutter out with a playful roll of your eyes.

"Mel had her baby," she announces and a smile grows on your lips, "it's a girl and she is so cute."

"Oh my god, yay, finally! She was in labour for so long, if I was her, I'd be a total bitch by the end.

"No, yeah, we'd all be, Mel was a total trooper."

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You were on a lunch break, and sat next to Addison, listening to Callie talk, as you stabbed your food with a fork and shovelled it into your mouth. You were only very slightly aware of the pair of eyes on you as you ate.

"You look good today." Your fork paused mid-air and you turned to Addison.

"Thank you, I showered," you smirked and pushed your eyebrows up twice with a smirk on your face.

"Charming," Callie interjected.

"No, really, you look good," Addison persisted and leant in a little closer as she searched your face. Unconsciously, you were holding your breath. "Did you do something different?"

"Aha, no I don't- I don't think so," you muttered as you became more bashful by the second.

"Woah," Addison leant back into her original position, "am I interrupting something?" Mark Sloan questioned before he sat down at the table.

"No?" Addison replied and you lightly shook your head in time with her before you pushed the forkful of food into your mouth and promptly moved the moment to the back of your mind.

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You let out a wide yawn as you slowly heaved yourself onto one of the beds pushed against a wall of a corridor. Finally, you allowed your posture to relax and the back of your head lightly hit the wall before closing your gently, stinging eyes. God, you were tired.

"Can I join you?" You opened your eyes to see Addison standing before you and, wordlessly, you moved over so that she could sit next to you. You heard her let out a long sigh after getting comfortable. The two of you had had a long night.

You felt Addison reach out for your hand and your fingers laced with hers before she turned to you with empathetic eyes.

"How're you doing?" She whispered.

"Better than I thought I would, I'll probably feel it tonight though," you whispered back softly.

"Y'know, I can still remember the first thing you said to me," Addison smiled after a small pause.

"Oh god," you covered your face, "don't remind me."

Put me on your service.

That was what you had first said to Addison Montgomery. You had said it with a little bite, and all she did was look at you from her bed beside yours with a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. You've come to notice that she looks at you like that quite often.

"It wasn't even a question," Addison chuckled, "you told me to put you on."

"Stop," you pouted. "In all fairness, I wasn't in my right mind," you defended to which Addison silently agreed to.

You were in the OR Marina Wagner, her toxic blood had wiped the whole room in a matter of a few minutes and you had hit your head on the OR step stool - splitting open the flesh of your forehead. So when you woke up, the hospital-grade painkillers still in your system, to find Addison in a bed next to you, you obviously had to take your chance. Not that you were aware of what you were doing anyway.

"I thought you were cute, telling me off for not putting you on my service." Addison confessed and you shook your head with a smile on your face.

You felt her squeeze your hand and you rubbed your thumb over hers in response. God, were you tired.

---

"I don't blame them," you smile, "you, with all your teasing, makes it hard to believe it's not real." You didn't mean for that last past to slip out and you feel your cheeks begin to burn, and you're thankful for the position of the light.

Addison, however, is lit up and you watch as she swallows. Her eyes search your own this time.

"Do you want it to be real?" She whispers quietly and you stare back at her; did you?

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0mysticmidnight0 · 1 month

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~Mystically Broken AU - Chapter 1~

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You trembled as the taxi took you to a dark street, filled with crime. Robbery, Arson, right in the day light. You felt nervous. The taxi stopped at the tallest building. Once you left the taxi and entered the building, you turned around to glance at the Taxi, two people robbed the driver.. You hurried to your destination. You enter the Elevator, hopping nothing wrong happens.

~Flash Back~

You sat in your boss's office, expecting your paycheck for the month. She looked at you rather nervously. "As you know, our company has been slowly crumbling, we've been losing clients and we haven't been strengthening any business ties. Luckily! We have a few people wiling to help us, under a few conditions." You glanced at her nervously. "Who are these people exactly?" She gulped and looked away, She wasn't usually this cautious. You were worried. "You'll find out soon! They arranged a meeting for us to discuss the terms and conditions. You are coming with me since you are our top employee and one of our representatives!" She smiles enthusiastically. It felt odd, you wanted to know more about them. But you felt like she'd avoid the question. "That's great.." You smiled nervously. Why did your fellow representative have to be sick on THIS day?! You knew you should've spent more time in bed..

~Present~

You gulped as you tapped the button on the elevator. The top floor. The elevator door shut loudly. Who were these people? Why was this place so shady and creepy. You had the feeling that whoever your boss made a contract with isn't really a nice guy. The elevator made an abrupt stop as it opened. You walk out of the elevator and looked around. The floor was glass and it looked like an aquarium? You couldn't see any fish until you saw a.. robot shark.. then another and another.. The room was dimly lit and looked up to see the city's four most wanted criminals and your boss looking at you. "You made it!" your boss's voice muffled you were too in shock and you looked at the four criminals infront of you. "Let's get this over with, my time will not be wasted by your incompetence." Donatello, Mechanical genius, One of the smartest and deadly criminals due to his understanding of technology. He creates deadly weapons that cause mass destruction. it was rumored he uses petty criminals for his experiments.. Who am i kidding, he probably does. He glared you down like he couldn't tolerate your presence. "Donnie, stop your growling. You're gonna scare away the prey." Leonardo, One of if not the person with highest bodycount. He's killed hundreds, thousands to get what he wants. But he always manages to hide the evidence. One of the best Manipulaters. He's hard to catch, people say he just vanishes. He nudges his twin while laughing. He looks at you like he wanted to devour you whole. "Why don't you idiots shut up! Don't listen to them."

Raphael, a literal tank that could take hundreds of people at once. The strongest when it came to raw strength and battle strategy. If you ever cross him or do something that upsets him, prepare to deal with his terrible and DEADLY temper. He glared at Donatello and Leonardo as they shut their mouths. You hear a voice from behind you.. You gasped when you saw who it was. "Well, don't you look fun?"

MichelAngelo, The best at deceiving others and persuading them to do his bidding. He locks people up for fun and calls them his playthings. He kills anyone who steps in his way. He commits daily vandalism. He wouldn't kill anyone right away, he'd slowly drive them to the brink of insanity because it's fun to watch them fall apart. What had your boss gotten you into?! "Now, take a seat. Cynthia here tells us you have experience addressing crowds and dealing with rumors about your company. Dealing with any evidence regarding your companies misdeeds." It was true you were the one dealing with false rumors and false evidence.. That's how you became one of the representatives. But you had a gut feeling they were gonna take advantage of that. "I have been the one dealing with those issues but that was because they were mostly false! I can't defend something when i know it's wrong." You wanted to stand your ground. That was a bad choice. you turned to your side and gulp. There was a sword or katana.. an odachi. There was an odachi to your neck. "All of us have to do things we don't want to do to survive in this cruel world. Do as we say and we'll keep our end of the deal, alright?" Your boss, Cynthia just looks at you nervously, her gaze telling you to accept their condition. "Or we'll have to slowly destroy you one by one.. " His laugh echoing through the room. "Make this quick so i don't have to spend another moment with these imbeciles." you gulped and slowly nodded as you still felt the Odachi's sharp end to your throat. "We need you to destroy all criminal records. No matter how many times i delete it from the governments system, the people of new york still spread these awful rumors. who knew word of mouth could be so, infuriating. we need you to-"

"Ughh.. Donnie! English!" "Just get to the point already!" "I was JUST getting to that. We need you to accompany us to some governmental parties this year. They host four parties each year. One of us will accompany you and we need you to speak for us and claim our innocence." "But you aren't innocent! I-" You felt the Odachi go closer to your throat. "Hold your tongue." "Precisely, Complaints of the people to the government make us a target. So much so that they arranged an elite super force or a group of highly trained professionals after us." "We ain't getting anythin' done when we knows a buncha' creeps watchin' us!" "Do you think you can get the job done? It is pretty fun!" Your boss looked at you apologetically.

You nodded and the Odachi was pulled away and you took a sigh of relief.. What did you get yourself into.?

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atxxzist · 10 months

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broken | c.s (11)

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pairing: choi san x reader

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you were glad to have lost him in the crowd, hiding behind the shoulders of people until your ride showed up and took you back to the dorm--though that was probably a mistake on your part.

because when there's a knock at the door, you know it's him.

you also know you shouldn't open it; shouldn't allow him back in because there's no reason to hear him out.

but a part of you, so hurt by what he did--the scene still playing in your head and the image of it just as painful as the first time, it feels like there's a brick sitting on your chest whilst trying to catch your breath--that you just need some kind of consolation, even if it comes in the form of predictable lies and a bigger inevitable heartbreak.

want him to tell you that it was a mistake, that she was the one who threw herself onto him; that he never meant to hurt you... even if it wasn't a mistake and though he didn't mean to hurt you, he wasn't thinking of you.

"what?" you try to sound angry, maybe even a little bored to hide the fact you cried the entire ride here.

he stands tall outside your room but look the smallest you've ever seen him, dark hair falling over his eyes and speaking in a shameful voice, "can i talk to you?"

you sulk at that, a click of your tongue and turning around to go sit at the edge of your bed with arms crossed, as if there could an explanation for why he was all over someone else when you weren't there.

his hands gripping her hips and face in her neck the way only he's allowed to do to you.

"i promise that her and me are just friends," he says, shutting the door behind him and settling down beside you, but you're so upset and hurt, his leg just slightly brushing yours sparking a reaction like never before, you have to scoot over and put on some kind of distance.

“we’re…” he drags his words before finishing it off, “friends.” a smile settling on him after that makes you feel so sick–whether it’s from how attractive he still looks or how the answer brings out so many other questions.

“friends?” you reiterate like you’re in denial.

“yeah, friends.”

“do friends sleep with each other?” kiss each other, visit one another and spew such sweet, blush-inducing words that conjures up butterflies?

“some friends do.”

when you finally spare him a glance, you have to keep from giving in just at the guilt all over his face and that he actually came after you. but you're fast to renounce immediately when you see that dark, stained mark on his neck again staring back like someone hitting the replay button on your misery once more.

then all that comes out are just cold and bitter words said in the most unamused tone, san even thinks you sound sarcastic.

"she's a friend, i'm a friend, what's the difference?"

the harshness stuns him, though, what else did he expect? because even someone sweet and forgiving like you has a breaking point when pushed too far.

"you're not just a friend, y/n. you're--"

"i'm what?"

you await his answer, possibly a lie that will make you feel better and more special compared to every other girls he messes with. but the disappointment when he remains silence is strong, it consumes you completely.

"well, i'm sorry i ruined the night for you. i finished most of my assignments and just thought maybe we could hang out, but looks like you already got company. so truly, i'm sorry."

"don't say that."

"why not? it's true though. you were occupied when i got there."

"stop staying that!"

the volume picks you up from the seat, his delivery could've fooled anyone that it was just a blind accusation. but you realize; take in, that san doesn't like his own fuck-ups being thrown in his face. no one really does.

"look, i'm sorry. really sorry," he tries again, voice softer, attempting to calm you; calm himself.

but after everything, after building up your trust and filling your fragile heart with so much hope, all he can offer is a sorry. no lies or consolations because none of it was a mistake.

you suddenly feel like it's getting much harder to breathe, the brick on your chest multiplying by a million and cutting the airway.

"y/n?" san calls, his once shameful face turning concerned. "are you okay?"

but you certainly don't feel okay, and you honestly haven't for a long time. if ever. and every episode in the same fashion is a reminder of that.

"it's fine," you manage to let out, a bittersweet smile on and a response that san can't read into. "you didn't do anything wrong."

this isn't a relationship--a proper one at least, and he isn't your boyfriend. the hardest pill to swallow is he didn't have to come after you, didn't have to apologize... because a truth even harder to digest, is that he doesn't owe you anything.

but you can still hurt from it; allow the pain to settle in as if everything he's done with you is only exclusive to you and him. only you can kiss him, mark him, and his hands should only be on your hips. not anyone else.

and you do. you hurt from it so much, tears streaming down your cheeks so quietly but the sight such a sore to watch, san's not sure what to say to make it better.

can he even make it better?

there's nothing to clarify and nothing to add. you very clearly saw everything for what it was: he replaced you, just like that. and the sickest thing is that he did it so mindlessly like it's a habit. because that's what he does.

he didn't think you'd take it this hard, or maybe he was just hoping he wouldn't get caught because breaking you is easy... he's done it before, but he's afraid this is the worst, yet.

"y-you should go," you say suddenly, picking your head up to san's wide eyes staring back at your puffy red ones before you swipe your runny nose.

"i..." he fidgets, "i can't go right now. not with you like this."

he can almost laugh at the absurdity, the irony of it all when he's the reason you're in this state right now. he understands the absolute ridiculousness but he really can't go; leave you like this.

a shake of your head is what you give, along with a tight-lipped smile although the tears are starting to sting and it's still not any easier to breathe.

"go. i'll be fine."

"no."

you wish for once to understand san, what goes on inside his head and how he makes his choices, because no matter how much you find out about him, it seems you never really truly know who he is.

he will say one thing and then does another; do this then tell you that. hurt you then feel bad about it, like he never really means anything.

san confuses you.

and you also wish you're not so weak-hearted to let him stay by your side once more as if he's not capable of hurting you again.

the week has been tense, something unpleasant always in attendance when you're with san, even if he's trying his best to brush it off; ignore it, put a smile on his face and act as if it doesn't bother him, too.

as if the week before, he didn't nearly send you into a panic attack and the sight continuously ingrained in his head, it might've scarred him just a bit.

but you're honestly still not used to it--san actually staying around and constantly checking up on you to make sure everything's okay after what happened.

it's odd he actually gives a shit, but even odder you're starting to recognize the pattern of lovebombing every time he fucks up and you can't even find the willpower to be genuinely upset. maybe just a little tired at this point, but still going along to see where it will take you, a gut feeling that the end is near.

"what are you working on?" san's voice makes you jump, turning the laptop the other way immediately in a panic. moments ago, he was still occupied in his own world, you were so sure he wouldn't be interested in your exciting school works.

"just fixing up my draft for a class," you tell him, having to move the laptop even further when he tries stealing a glimpse again, a loose giggle escaping from his lips at the expression on you.

"what's wrong? don't want me to see it?" he raises a brow teasingly.

"it's just a silly little story," you dismiss, "full of mistakes and a lot of corrections that needs to be made."

"i'm sure it's not that bad. but anything from you, i'll read."

a charming smile rests on him and with words like a spell, you have to keep it together; remind yourself that this is the man who had hurt you and no matter how sweet or convincing he is, there's a chance he's gonna do it again, every seconds spent with him constantly in alert ever since, that if you can hardly say no, you can at least keep from showing any amount of joy or satisfaction around him.

"maybe next time."

he just nods lightly and backs up.

"whenever you're confident enough."

it's all so eerie, you might as well preferred when he treated you like shit instead. it's just unlike san to be so lenient, the offer to hang out having came from him when you had made clear he didn't have to because you would be leaving for work soon anyways.

but he was eager about staying regardless of how short the visit would be, it's hard to be touched when you're not at all convinced it's out of sincerity.

"i have to get ready for work." you close the laptop and search the room for materials you have prepared.

san twitches in his seat and swallows down before speaking.

"i'll come pick you up?"

freezing in your spot at that, you turn to him and shake your head.

"no, it's fine. i'll take a cab home like i always do."

the jab is subtle but san doesn't miss it, a look of shame and guilt on him, but he's fooled you one too many times, you can hardly believe anything anymore.

"please, y/n," he pleads, desperation overriding his features as he stands up and hovers over you, "i don't mind. as long as you let me."

as long as you let me. as if all this time, you weren't waiting for him to do his part; the only thing finally pushing him to act upon it now is when he has to.

"if you want," you give in, and he can tell it's only because you're in a hurry, the cold shoulder unlike anything he's ever experienced before. he can't say he doesn't deserve it, but it's definitely out of place coming from you.

it's also out of place he's even trying to make up; console you, everything of which he usually doesn't do, but he feels he owes you that at the very least... or maybe he's just not ready to let it go, yet.

the comfort, your presence, and the things you do for him. he don't want to let go of how easy everything is with you, he wish for it to last just a little longer despite knowing how it will end, but he is so, so selfish.

"i'll be there."

"wooyoung's party is tonight," you initiate during the third time he's picked you up after a work shift.

"so?" he shrugs.

"you're not going?"

"no."

"oh..." you sigh, slouching in the seat and looking out the window of his car. "if you want to, you can. you're not obligated to--"

"--can we please not talk about that?"

about the very thing that lead you two into the current predicament, no longer in each other arms and staring into the other's eyes lovingly, but with a gaze always so tense and uncomfortable that he's too responsible for.

"san, you don't have to do this. we're not even dating, and i... i don't really care about it anymore," your voice tapers out at the end, so utterly weak, you can't even carry a lie to the last breath because you definitely do still care, and it definitely still hurts like it's the first time.

but to be treated like a responsibility; an obligation he's bind to and have to act upon--it just doesn't sit right. you've already spent way too long being nothing but a burden.

"even if you don't care about it anymore, i feel bad, okay? that was awful of me to do, and i really want to make it up to you. i hurt you, i know i did."

it would be easy to go along with it, the fact he's even trying at all when the relationship is nameless; lacking of label--you should even be grateful to an extent. but the weight is harder to shake off, and every second with the conflict brewing makes you feel as if doom is coming and you're about to burst.

you don't say anything, only merely glancing out the window again to find some form of peace because even the subject is starting to wear you out at this point.

"i won't be attending any more of those parties," he speaks up after you're quiet for too long; the statement making your head snap to him.

"huh? you know you don't--"

"--i know i don't have to, but i wan't to, so please don't try to convince me otherwise."

and maybe the you before he went and fucked up the very last bit of faith you had left in him, would've been moved. but as of currently, you're all too aware of his intentions.

pushed to the edge and the trust in him nearly gone, he understands it will never be the same again. he just wishes even if for the last time, to be in your good grace, because though he doesn't want to let go yet, he don't know for how much longer he'll be able to stay.

the clock is ticking and the distance between you and him is growing more and more.

it would be a lot less painful if he stops everything here; save you the heartbreak and tears that are going to come, but again, he really is such an opportunist, always taking and never giving.

it's poor and tasteless to say that's just how he is, but it's the truth... so he throws himself down; stripped of dignity and pride, and all just for you... for the first and possibly, last time.

"goodnight," he whispers, voice soft and trying to light up the mood before the end of the night, because your eyes are nothing but dead.

"goodnight." it sounds almost like an inaudible and uninterested mumble, the life on you completely different from his.

the both of you just stare at each other, as if waiting for the other person to finally say the last call and end what would usually be a kiss and maybe bodies tangled together in a heated session, but now more like two acquaintances trying to make the best out of the situation.

"are you free tomorrow?" he asks, trying his very best.

and you suppose you've had far too many chances to make things right; lessen the pain and end what is already dead, but the undeniable truth is no matter how much you preach... you're also afraid to let go, if not, more than him.

"yeah."

"is that another story you're working on?" his voice rings in your ear, making your nervous eyes twitch to him.

"san!" you nag, and he only giggles in return, backing away from the screen before you're able to push him yourself.

"what? i just want to see." he shrugs.

"well, keep your eyes away." you nearly roll your own, huffing before switching to another tab.

"is it that bad?" the teasing tone is evident, prompting another glare from you.

"it's not a story. just something for my class."

"hmm," san hums, nodding, "when you said you were free, i didn't expect to be sitting on the side while you finish up class assignments."

"well, when i said free, i meant i'm not going anywhere."

"right." he nods sarcastically, "we should do something."

"like?"

"like going out, or if not, we can watch a movie of your choice, if you want something explicit like last time, i'm fine with that too." he smirks, and you have to hold back from overreacting.

"whatever," you dismiss quietly, handing the laptop over to him.

"you pick. i don't really have anything in mind right now."

but it's a mistake, because instead, san clicks on the document you were working on; the surge of panic making you pry the device from him harshly but he's a fighter, tugging even harder.

"san, if you don--"

with another jerk, you're pressed up against his chest and staring into those coy eyes you're all too familiar with, conjuring up butterflies that's been so long, you almost forgot how he made you feel, with his handsomeness and smile that's too easy to fall into.

he smirks before stealing a kiss to your cheek, releasing the laptop as you fall back gently while the blush crawls out.

"sorry," he says cheekily, but you know he doesn't really mean it.

you attempt to fight the smile at the tip of your lips, biting down to conceal as much as possible, san thinks it's extremely endearing.

it's also been way too long since he's kissed you, and seeing the first genuine reaction in such a long while, nothing reminiscent of hatred or bitterness does make him feel a certain way.

it's only supposed to be dinner at san's place (at first). he invites you and says he wants to do something for the weekend, and it's not like you're going to decline when he's doing everything--as well as picking you up.

it's always casual at first; conversation, gestures, and everything.

you're starting to lose the edges a bit ever since that day, san witnessing more smiles than frowns and you don't look like you completely hate him, so he thinks, maybe things can be good again.

his apartment always feel homey, though you don't always feel welcomed every time... it is very nicely decorated.

roaming the interior and everywhere you guys have been before, you have to keep from really thinking too much; close out the thoughts of who else he brings here and where exactly he kissed them.

rather than forgiving san, you just kind of became... numb to it all.

the reminder isn't as frequent, but every time you do remember, the hit is still sharp and you'd have to catch your breath, but you've just gotten better at acting like it doesn't bother you anymore.

when the aroma from the kitchen finally settles in, it knocks any other thoughts out of your head and becomes the primary focus as you start sniffing the air.

"let me set everything up," san speaks from behind, walking past you to get to the kitchen.

and it starts like that. a nice dinner at his much smaller kitchen island filled with soft laughters and a genuine interest for each other, it's everything you envisioned if things were right.

when he offers some soju, you don't drink too much as the taste of alcohol in general still something you're not used to, but you drink enough to get tipsy.

enough to loosen up and not feel completely like yourself, but also not enough to still know that when san crashes his lips against yours, it's all kinds of wrong that only feels right in the moment.

the one that you will come to regret once you're sober enough and really think. but maybe your life is as messed up as it is because you never really do, always drawn to temptation over logic.

san is going to be your biggest downfall and he won't be the only one at fault.

you kiss him back and throw both arms around his neck, the slight flavor of the drink he had still lingering and you don't miss the scent that comes along with it as he manages to pick you up and throw down your body onto the couch.

you miss the way he feels on your skin, and he misses your skin on his lips, which is why the first kiss delivered to your neck is the only gentle one before he loses himself.

what comes after that is cliche and obvious.

it doesn't feel right but it does feel good. both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths as he snap his hips into yours and gets a curse out of you.

"oh fuck..." you bite down your lower lip and your nails only digs deeper into the skin of his back at the sensation.

so you sleep with him that night, the shame only hitting when the morning sun rises and you awake to his bare chest pressed against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist.

he's still sleeping and he's absolutely beautiful as always.

you wonder, aside from breaking a foolish girl's heart over and over again, what kind of things has san managed to get away with just because he's as mesmerizing as he is.

it would be easy for someone like him.

but shame can only do so much and last for so long before you submit to temptation again and sleeps with him a few more times after as well, just because he's good at pretending you mean something to him, and you're all too good at self destruction and fooling yourself that when he stayed all those nights with you until morning, it's because of something else and not what you already know.

the park is quiet; empty, not a single soul in sight other than you and the boy who came along as the small talks take you both in under the moonlight.

"have you always liked writing?" he asks, and you can't help the scoff that leaves, because when did choi san become so invested in mindless hobbies and things you do to pass time. or in this case, something you still haven't quite grasped that still feels much like a chore because it is tied to a class in the first place.

"no." you shake your head, walking along the narrow path as the summer breeze rustles the branches of the trees.

"i only recall slightly that you like computers."

"kind of. yeah," you confirm short and simple, not about to have that conversation again about why it wasn't meant to be.

san is selfish, in the most vain and obvious fashion that doesn't take a genuis to figure out. you believe he knows so himself and holds very little shame from the fact.

eventually, his mask will unveil and it's not like he ever tried hard enough to hide it because you're also selfish in your own ways.

you may not be calculating like san is, but to have keep him around this long and to say it's not because of your own stupid desires and wants would be a lie.

that you also don't use him to fill the hurt and emptiness in your life, chasing after him so hard because he's the closest to the kind of love you've always wanted.

because if you weren't, you would've let him go.

someone like san won't ever be able to love you, and even if he did, how long would it be until he realizes the commitment to one person is all too much and gets bored?

even now, you wonder if he enjoys the time with you at all. because who would rather hang with you than be out at an obnoxious party? but he can still offer temporary relief, and that's awful of you to say, but he was the first to be selfish and will continue to be until the last breath of the 'relationship' so why can't you also?

time seems like it's closing out and you're not sure how much longer the two of you can play pretend before the inevitible shows itself.

"what about you?" you perk to him, blinking your lashes charmingly. "you talked of dancing and performing before, so how come i've only heard about it once?"

a half scoff half laugh escapes from him and turning his attention to the path instead like you just asked a ridiculous question.

"well, i kind of already told you why, but i just don't got much passion for it nowaday."

“i’m not sure,” is all he says, a small sigh of disappointment escaping from you that goes unheard. “i wanted to major in dance and performance, but…”

“but?”

“but i can’t make a living or lifestyle out of it. so i didn’t.”

"i remember. but if you considered it, the passion must had been there once upon a time."

"oh yeah, definitely."

you hesitate for a second, but there's not a lot to lose at this point.

"i'd love to know, if you don't mind telling me."

it takes another couple of steps, but he does answer with very little objection much to your surprise.

"wooyoung got me into it, believe it or not."

"wooyoung was in on it, too?"

"yeah." san laughs. "i was an even worse dancer before i met him. but yeah, was in some sort of club or group for it in high school and we performed at some school events, but that's pretty much it. nothing really worth calling back to."

"no, that's great. it takes a lot of courage to go up there, cause i wouldn't have had the guts. i think i would pass out."

"oh, i know," he teases, and you shoot an unserious glare his way.

"and what about wooyoung? did he go into performance?"

san shakes his head.

"nah. undecided also, but i don't think he's stressing out too much about it. from his parents alone, he would be able to land a sweet job even if he got kicked out."

you nod, a snarky smile on your lips.

"yeah, true."

rich kids and their privileges.

after a few more strolls in silence around the area, san suggests taking a break from walking, both of you plopping onto the bench with tired breath puffing into the air.

it's your first time at this park, but it's not too big and has a nice amount of benches, but more so, the location is convenient because it's a good distance from the dorm which means less chance of your friends finding out.

"dance for me," you demand out of thin air, san turning to meet your gaze a few seconds before a laugh tumbles out, thinking you're most likely joking.

"i'm serious." you sit up and adjust your shirt slightly.

"it's been almost an entire year since i last danced to anything, i'm rusty now."

"so? i want to see. come on," you continue to urge, scooting even closer because then, he might give in.

"this is ridiculous. you're going to make fun of me."

you shake your head, desperate to prove the sincerity.

"i won't. i know you'll do great."

he lets out a defeated sigh before getting up with a "fine" and sees the biggest smile of the night on you.

"but you owe me something in return, too." he points finger and you wave it off.

"sure..." pulling your phone out, you look up to ask, "so what song?"

"uh... exo... overdose?" it's been a while to be fair, and san usually isn't one to hold things in memories, no matter the importance. short term or long term.

the song starts and he nods to the music, a few movements here and there trying to recall but he's struggling a bit, you can tell, unable to help the giggle that comes out because the sight is endearing.

"skip to the chorus."

and you do, eyes trained on him without detracting and watching as the recollection seems to creep up, his execution still a little jumbled and he doesn't look like he's 100% confident, but you know you've never seen anyone moved like that in your lifetime.

not that you know anything about dancing or whatever, but you've definitely never met a dancer, so to see someone work their body and move it so effortlessly, you're impressed for sure.

san doesn't even realize the chorus's over until you start clapping, the muscle memory just naturally leading him to the next beat.

it's been a while since he's moved like that and the sense of comfort that comes from it is weird, but welcoming in a way. it was quite fun, he thinks.

you're still clapping when he sits down again, the thin smile on you eventually turning into something more.

"you said you're rusty but you did so good! you even remembered it!"

"bleh," he dismisses, detaching from your gaze to stare out at the emptiness in front, "just muscle memory."

your next set of compliments blurs into muffled voices for him at the same time conflicts run round in his head, snapped back when you bring up, "want to stay over? yuna said she won't be back until morning."

it's the longest he ever takes to say a short and breathless, "yeah..." walking back with you to the dorms but feeling like a completely different person, it's frightening the way he just flip flops emotions, it raises the hair at the back of your neck from what you thought was a harmless and even entertaining situation.

but san seems to have taken it otherwise because the silence is anything but comforting, you fear this is it.

you unlock the door and settle your things first, your shoulder just barely angled his way when san annouces he's going to take a shower.

when you imagined the end, you think of a screaming match; at each other's throats and just absolutely the ugliest way possible. but this just might be worse... it's always worse when it comes unexpected.

but unexpected is such a loose term at this rate, because between you and san, there is so much hurt and so many unspoken wounds beyond repair from all the chasing.

you're so broken and san is not good for you, but for your own selfish desire, you wish he would stay, even if for one more night.

when you're near asleep from all the waiting, your heavy eyes failing to keep focus on the wall, the sound of the door creaking followed by footsteps until his chest is against your back gives you the biggest sign of relief, it's quite pathetic.

that he's going to stay and whatever came over him was just momentarily and you're all too good at overthinking.

you let sleep take over, hopeful that when you wake up, he will still be next to you.

san thinks that if you ever allowed yourself to think you're worse than him even once, you're absolutely out of your mind--which, you are, because he don't doubt you've thought of it.

you're quite skilled at leading the fault back to your own.

but if you're the one to pull the gun out, he would be the one to pull the trigger. and if you were to ever commit a crime, he would be the mastermind behind it.

if you're selfish, he will always be more selfish than you.

when he gets so much more than what he bargains for, coming to the realization over and over again that it's not good to recognize your touch and lose himself in your smile, he wants to run again. the way he always does.

it's how he handles unwanted emotions and practically anything not on his fucking list.

he will start something on impulse and trying to make up to you was definitely that, and it will end the same way.

he started this with you for all the wrong reasons and now, it's way past the due date.

you wake to very little light in the room, tossing lightly to gain your conscious, but heart suddenly dropping when you can sense the cool air of nothingness gliding against your back.

back that you thought would've been protected by a certain boy. but when you finally turn around, the worst pain yet hits you right in the face.

the space next to you is empty, and all there's left of san is a note taped to the side of the nightstand that you can only faintly see, but know every letter to.

'i'm sorry'

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#that visual of san in the park #cracks me up #lmfao #ateez angst #ateez x reader #san x reader #choi san x reader #san angst #ateez series #fic: broken

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imajinxnation · 24 days

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Hi, how are you? I have a request for Rupert Marshetta from The Prince of Pennsylvania. It set before the beginning of the movie, before Rupert left High School. So, female reader has a bad day a school and while walking to home she meets Rupert. At the beginning, she feels uneasy because, by the other kids, Rupert is considered a weirdo. But he success to cheer her on and she changes her mind, what do you think?

Junkyard Friends

Rupert Marshetta x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // First days always suck.. especially at a new school where you know nobody..

TW // Fluff, Angst, Cussing..

GIF FROM @keanujpg

Fair warning, I dropped out of school right before grade 10 started, and that was years ago now, so I'm sorry if my knowledge of highschool is limited, as I never went to highschool

Rupert only has long hair in this cause this is before the movie

@gea-chan96

You were about ready to snap. This day had been the worst day of your life and you were about ready to blow up in frustration. Not only had today been your first day of 12th grade, but it was your first day at a totally different school full of strangers.

You had gone through several mishaps through the day, including getting lost while walking to class, getting hit in the face with a ball in P.E, spilling water all over your brand new dress, and to top it all off, you got in a collision with one of the dumbass jocks who was riding his skateboard down the halls! And now.. now you were lost in a junkyard walking home..

As you walk through the junkyard, you step on something squishy and gross. You look down and find you've stepped on an old used condom, the clear, squishy latex slightly sticking to your shoe. You groan, all the events of the day catching up with you. You angrily pull your shoe off and try to shake the condom off, standing on one foot as to not step in the dirt and ruin your socks. Eventually the condom peels off your sneaker and plops onto the ground. You let out a high pitched yell in frustration and throw your shoe out of pure rage and impulse.

"FUCK THIS DAY!" You scream out and chuck your shoe far, far away.

The shoe hits something hard before landing on the ground.

"OW! What the hell!?" You hear a deep voice say from a distance, "Who's throwing shoes out here!?"

A head with a long dark brown mop of hair pops up from behind a rusty old buggy, a hand rubbing his head where the shoe must have hit. The figure turns around and sees you standing there, a socked foot held up to avoid getting your white ankle socks dirty and a shocked look on your face, not expecting anyone else to be here.

"Fuck.. this day just keeps on getting better.." you mutter bitterly, "Hey, uh.. you mind tossing me my shoe back!?" You yell across the junkyard to the stranger.

He bends down and picks up your shoe, hopping on top of the rusty car's hood to make his way over to you. You panicked for a second, but noticed he didn't look too bothered by the fact that you had just accidentally assaulted him with your shoe.

You recognized the stranger, having seen him at school in the hallways, people always whispering about him as he walked by. If you can recall correctly.. his name was Rupert, and he was a total weirdo with no friends.. or so you heard. He had shaggy long hair and is wearing a shirt with a funky design on it, a yellow turtleneck underneath it, jeans, and boots, carrying my shoe in his hand and his backpack over his shoulder. And he was tall.. fuck, he was really tall, and you hoped he wasn't upset, because there was no way you'd be able to save yourself if he was.

You don't bother to try and hop to meet him midway, knowing you'd probably trip if you did, so you just stand there on one foot, waiting until he gets close enough to grab your shoe from his gloved hands, and then maybe run away if he got hostile.

"Hey.. you're the new girl at school, right? I'm Rupert. Rupert Marshetta!" He grins as he stops in front of you, handing you your shoe.

"Yeah, uh.. I know who you are, everyone talks about you.." you say awkwardly, taking back your shoe and slipping it on tightly to make sure it doesn't fall off.

"Ah, so you must've made friends with some of the cool kids, right? Though.. you don't look like someone that would hang out with douchey jocks and bitchy cheerleaders.." he says thoughtfully.

"I'm not.. People just talk in the hallways, and I just happen to overhear.." you say, stepping away from him to put some space between you two.

"Hmm.. I see. So.. why did you throw your shoe at me? I mean, obviously I heard you yelling, but that still doesn't explain what I did to deserve a shoe to the head.." He says, rubbing the back of his head, where the shoe had hit him. It obviously didn't hurt anymore, he just wanted sympathy, which you gave to him.

You flush in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to hit you.. I was just frustrated.. I've been having a really bad day," you semi-explain, feeling guilty about the uncalled for attack on his head you had set on him.

"Yeah, I can see that. The question is.. why? What happened?" He asked, hopping up onto one of the rusted car hoods to sit and listen to your story, seemingly genuinely interested and willing to listen.

Needing to vent to someone, words immediately spill from your lips, telling Rupert all about your shitty first day, tears of frustration blurring your vision, your voice becoming shaky and choked up, your hair falling over your face and eyes as you look down, trying to hide your crying.

Rupert's eyes widen as he sees you start to get extremely upset and jumps back off the old car and doesn't hesitate to hug you and comfort you, rubbing and patting your back.

"Hey.. we all have bad days. Today might be frustrating and lonely, but tomorrow will be better, because you'll make it better in any way you choose to do so!" He murmers, speaking in a soft, low tone to comfort you.

You sniff, your crying starting to cease, "T-thanks.." you choke out, wiping the tears off your cheeks with your sleeve.

Rupert slowly lets go of you, giving you one more pat on the back before standing back and letting you breathe in some of the fresh air.. well, as fresh as the air can be in a junkyard.

"No problem.." he trails off, realizing he doesn't know your name.

"Oh, sorry.. My name is (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)." You stick out your hand to shake his.

He laughs a bit, but still takes your hand, shaking it enthusiastically.

"Nice to meet ya! Now.. I believe you said you were lost. I know this place like the back of my hand, all I need is your address and I'll make sure you're on the right track home! I promise! No funny business, I just wanna see you get home alright.. Okay?" He smiles gently.

You give a small smile back. Maybe.. just maybe, this guy isn't as weird or bad as everyone makes him out to be..

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titleunknown · 2 months

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Male werewolf x reader short story

There is no gender specified for the reader, nor are any characteristics described. The nickname "little fox" is used.

I stood under the pouring rain, my mind in pieces as broken memories flooded back, filling my being with overwhelming emotions.

Shaking my head in an attempt to brush them away, I turned my focus back to the Cafe I stood in front of and entered.

"Welcome!." A waitress shouted from across the room as she saw to current patrons. "Please seat yourself where you'd like and someone will be with you shortly."

I sat myself at a corner table next to a window, watching as the drops fell from top to bottom. Only then did I let out a sigh of relief.

"Just a little bit longer and the storm will pass." I told myself as I looked over the menu, deciding that hot chocolate was what I wanted.

"What can I get for you this afternoon?" The waitress asked as she stood next to the table.

"I'll just have a hot chocolate." I told her.

After she left, it didn't take long for her to return with the drink.

As I lifted the mug to my lips I became alert. Something was watching me.

Looking out of the window once more I saw that the rain had finally stopped and the sky didn't look as dark anymore. Moreso, nothing was there watching me.

After finishing my drink, I left the cafe hoping to continue on my way home.

There were more people walking around now that the storm was over. "Good." I thought.

As I got to the house, I noticed that my aunt was home from work.

"How was the party?" She asked as I walked into the entry way.

"Good." I simply said, saving the details.

"That's it. Did you at least meet anyone?"

"No. Most of the people there were getting drunk." It wasn't a complete lie.

"You look….like you've seen a ghost." My aunt pressed her hand to my forehead.

"It's probably because I drank too." I didn't.

"Well you better go upstairs and get some rest you have classes in a few hours."

"I will." I probably won't.

I could not sleep, and I could not relax. There were too many emotions coursing through me. Longing, fear, confusion, and sadness.

They didn't feel like my own though.

My whole body felt heavy the closer I got to the college campus, but I tried not to show how nervous I was. Ignorance is the best play.

There were a lot of them and they seemed to be watching me, only turning around as I remained as composed as I could be. Ignorance is bliss.

Then, he was in front of me.

"I've been waiting for you." His voice shook me to my very core.

"Me? What for?" I asked in return.

"You disappeared quite fast last night little fox." His eyes flashed gold.

"I don't really remember last night." I replied. I did, I remember seeing him shift. Shift into something that shouldn't exist. Same with the others.

"Oh, but I think you do, little fox." Playing ignorant didn't work. "You don't need to be so afraid, I'll take good care of my mate."

#male werewolf x human reader #male werewolf x reader #werewolf #werewolf x reader #male monster #monster #short story

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voguescapes · 1 year

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m. wheeler | see you tomorrow, mike

pairings. mike wheeler x fem!reader

about. it seems like mike isn't interested in you, making you blame it on your appearance so you ask lucas if he thinks you're pretty. mike overhears a part of the conversation, making him misunderstand everything.

warnings. not edited so don't mind the little errors, a little cursing, mike being a dumbass, kind of mutual pining, angst (not really), eleven doesn't exist in this (sorry), and no particular season mentioned, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n. i read something a couple days ago on tumblr and i literally cannot find it anywhere but if you know what i'm talking about, this fic is entirely based on that. also, i have to make a stranger things masterlist but i'm too lazy!

word count. 1.6k

you, and lucas were gathered at your house, waiting for the rest of the party to get there. you all were going to be at your house this time because mike's basement was getting a small renovation.

you both sat in an uncomfortable silence, not being used to being alone with each other. "i heard there's going to be a big storm coming soon." lucas pointed out.

you nodded your head, continuing the subject about the weather. but the weather wasn't the only thing on your mind, you wanted to ask lucas about mike.

since you moved to hawkins, you were unable to stop thinking about the freckled face boy. you've known him for years now, but you were still unable to understand his mind. mike was reserved and quiet while lucas is unfiltered and loyal, lucky for him, max and him had similar personalities.

mike didn't seem that was interested in you in the slightest bit, and it made you wonder if your physical differences were unappealing to him. was your hair too long, too short, too thin? were your eyes too wide or too large? or was it the color of them.

"lucas, do you think i'm pretty?" you asked out of the blue, completely shocking lucas with the question.

"uhm..."

you quickly restated your question, not wanting him to get the wrong idea, " i'm not asking if you find me attractive, i mean do you think that other people can find me attractive."

his face quickly softened, "and why would other people finding you attractive matter?" he genuinely asked.

you mentally facepalmed yourself. "i just want to know if i'm at least equally pretty as the other girls' you boys like."

"then yes, i think you're very attractive, (y/n)." he replied. but his reassurance just wasn't enough, it just made you more confused. what made you attractive to lucas that wasn't attractive to mike?

you looked over at him and smiled, "not as pretty as max, though?"

he let out a sigh, "i've never seen a girl so beautiful." he admitted.

and you just sat there. wishing someone would talk about you like that. wishing someone would look at you the way that lucas looks at max. wishing someone would create a giant radio just so he can talk to you from miles away like dusin with suzie.

mike had just made into your house, walking over to your living room where you and lucas were sat. "yes, i think you're very attractive, (y/n)." he had heard lucas admit.

the entire party was supposed to be meeting at your house, but lucas' confession was more than enough to make the dark brown-haired boy turn back around and exit the house.

mike thoughts are all over the place, not being able to organize them. he couldn't be upset about lucas liking (y/n) because he never brought up his feelings for (y/n) to anyone.

but what about max? everyone noticed max and lucas growing closer to each other. how could lucas lead her on and then move on to (y/n)?

maybe (y/n) wasn't the girl everyone perceived her to be after all.

after a while, the rest of the party had flooded in, all except mike. they didn't think too much of it, stating that he probably had to clean up or something.

they all sat in your living room, watching a continuous amount of horror films and throwing popcorn at each other.

after a while, it all started getting late and it was still a school night. before lucas left, he went up to (y/n) with a question in mind. "hey, (y/n)," he said as he walked over to you.

you hummed in response. "when you asked me if you were attractive, you said that you wanted to know if you were pretty like other girl us 'boys' like."

you nodded your head, not seeing what he was trying to get at. "were you talking about a specific boy"

blush quickly spread across your face. "you were talking about mike, weren't you?" you only shrugged, "yeah, but it doesn't seem like he's interested in me, which is fine." you stated whispering the last part.

"don't worry, (y/n). mikes just weird, he needs some time to open up."

you weren't so sure if you agreed with you thanked him and waved him goodbye as he rode away on his bicycle.

the next day at school was weird to say the least. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that mike was keeping a safe distance between you and the rest of the party.

while the rest of the party didn't seem to care about his behavior, you were absolutely livid. you were distracted the entire day, not being able to figure out why he was ignoring you all.

"i think we should go over to mikes house today." you randomly blurted out as you and the party ate lunch. "he didn't invite us over though." max stated matter of factually.

you rolled your eyes at her response, "that's not the point. he's ignoring us for no apparent fucking reason at all!"

"mike's just being his usual bitchy self, he'll be running back to us when he finds out that were literally his only friends." dustin brushed it off, finishing his lunch.

for the rest of the day, you tried to keep your mind of mike, yet it was almost impossible.

the last bell of the day had just rung. you were quickly stuffing your notebooks into your backpack, then rushing out of the classroom.

you went to unchain your bike, seeing that the rest of the party had already unchained theirs. just as you were getting done, mike walked out of the building. you looked over at mike, seeing him rolling his eyes at you.

you scoffed, completely shocked by his action, "the hell is wrong with you?"

he glared at you, still continuing to ignore you.. "mike, can we please talk?" you asked.

he cocked his head to the side. "what's wrong?"

"there isn't anything wrong, just wanted to tell you something while i have the courage to."

he shook his head. "(y/n), i already know."

you looked up at him in surprise, "you do?"

how does he know? did lucas tell him? no, he wouldn't do that! lucas is my friend.

"yes. and (y/n), i have to say... i thought you were better than that."

you were truly shocked by his response, how could your crush on him make you less of a person? "mike. i-i'm sorry?"

"i thought that you and max were friends! how could you do that to her," he turned around to lucas, "how could you do that to max?" his teeth were gritted, and his ears were starting to turn a cherry red.

"mike, what are you... what are you talking about? me and lucas, we didn't do anything to max!" you were now overly confused, so was the rest of the party.

he walked closer to you, making you step back more. "yesterday, i overheard you and lucas talking, i heard him telling you how attractive you were. how could you do that to max?"

his statement caught you off guard, "that's bullshit! you of all people should know that i would never do that to anyone, especially not max." you got on your bike and rode away, not taking a glance back once as you rode off.

lucas walked over to mike and pushed him. "you're so stupid, man."

max and the party had an extended amount of questions about the entire situation, but quickly understood what happened when lucas explained it all.

after confronting (y/n), mike was left confused and somewhat guilty. at dinner, his family notice how quiet he was. "mike, are your friends coming over tomorrow? i got some dvds from family video, wouldn't want them to go to waste." karen said, chewing away at her steak.

he just shrugged his mom off, continuing on to his thoughts.

"you of all people should know that i would never do that to anyone."

a little while later the party ended coming to his house, except for you, of course. lucas explained to him how everything was a misunderstanding and (y/n) just needed reassurance. reassurance because mike made you feel like you weren't pretty.

he felt so stupid. why couldn't he have just told you that he liked you?

mike went up to his room and grabbed his walkie talkie, switching to the right channel to talk to (y/n).

"(y/n)? (y/n), you there?" he asked softly.

you lay awake on your bed staring at the ceiling. once you heard your walkie talkie going off, you picked it up and extended the antenna. "(y/n) here." you responded.

mike took a deep breath before continuing to talk. "hey... i just wanted to say that i'm... i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and i- i should've asked you what happened," he was quickly cut off from his rambling by you.

"mike, it's fine, you were just being a good friend to max, i get that. it would have been better for you to ask what happened, but it's fine, thanks for apologizing."

mike smiled, glad that she wasn't angry at him. "i uhm... i heard you had a crush on me." your face heated up instantly, "yeah, i guess you can say that."

"well, my mom brought some dvds from family video, would you maybe... possible want to come over and watch some movies at my house tomorrow?" mike asked hopefully. you smiled even harder than before, biting your lip. "that would maybe possibly sound good. see you tomorrow!"

"yeah, see you tomorrow mike!" lucas snickered into the walkie talkie, laughter being audibly heard in the background. mike groaned loudly, throwing his handheld transceiver across his room.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x fem!reader #fluff #angst to comfort #stranger things x y/n #imagines #request closed for now #afab reader

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dark-frosted-heart · 9 months

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3rd Anniversary Event - A Beast’s Dream Fulfilled by Beauty - Keith

Sweet + Premium Ending Combo

Premium is in Keith's POV. Emma's POV will be in green. Mostly in Keiths' POVs.

Keith will be used for when alter!Keith pretends to be Keith.

Alter!Keith is also aware of Keith's dream to find the phantom flower. Keith had suddenly started writing about it in a journal one day. It was weighing him down. And then he left the castle without telling anyone to look for the flower.

Keith wandered alone in a dark forest in search of the flower. Alter!Keith didn't think the flower existed at all. Rather, it was just a fantasy and he was sure that Keith knew too, deep down. Still, at the same time, Alter!Keith wondered what it was that Keith wished so badly for as he continued his search for days without food.

Keith spoke out loud, saying that he didn't know what he was doing. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't get any closure. He asked Alter!Keith if he thought the same. That was the first time Keith ever spoke to Alter!Keith aloud. Keith continued with saying that he wasn't sure if the flower existed, but if it did, he'd want to see it in person. Keith then started to cry; he really wanted his wish to come true. His dream of having a tea party with Tio and Mireille again. Mireille and Keith enjoyed Tio's baked goods he made for the tea parties they had. That is, until Keith ruined everything. Keith started to spiral.

Alter!Keith found it ridiculous. Not Keith, but himself. He was born to fulfill Keith's wish. So he takes matters into his own hands. As Keith continued to sob all alone in the forest, Alter!Keith took over and brought them back home. He then went and tore the page with the flower, through he didn't feel good about it. But he couldn't have Keith continue on like this.

Alter!Keith asked Liam if he'd like to make Keith's wish come true by blackmailing him. Whatever reason Liam's father committed the crime he did, no one will know since he's dead. However, that crime was one of the reasons why Keith's the way he is.

~~~

Back to the night Emma and Alter!Keith were out in town...

It was a weird coincidence for them to receive a flyer for the flower festival on the same night Emma had discovered the torn journal page. Maybe now he can turn that dream of Keith's into a good dream. As he's about to explain the importance of the flower, Keith forcefully swaps to the front. Alter!Keith had thought that a dream would make Keith miserable. But now he feels that any dream made can come true because Emma, a "dream" had appeared.

~~~

On the day of the festival, the town's filled with flowers and smiles. Keith enjoys the festival through Alter!Keith. Keith did feel a bit jealous, but let it go when he saw Emma smiling. The two go from store to store as Emma takes in the festival. Just seeing all the flowers and people fills her with joy. Alter!Keith holds her by the waist to stop her from wandering off and getting lost. There's so much to see that you can't get through everything in a day so they'll have to come back next year. Dill then appears to let them know that it's time for the dance.

Yet Keith was suddenly swapped in. Whether it was out of the kindness of his heart or because he was aware of Keith's jealousy, Alter!Keith swapped out. Just then, Yuel approaches him, joining him in watching Emma take part in the dance. He thanks Yuel for teaching Emma, though he had planned on doing it himself, and then tells her to give Liam a list of the pharmaceutical tools she wants. But he warns her to list what she actually needs.

Yuel wonders how they'll ever find Emma when there's so many people around. Keith looks to the stage and to his surprise, was able to find her immediately. And she looked pretty and cute as always. When their eyes meet, they wave at each other.

Keith comments on how lovely Emma looks and points her out to Yuel. She's even jumping like a bunny and it makes him want to run over to her.

Keith: So, so cute... Yuel: Yes, yes, very cute.

Yuel then asks Keith if he'd like to see Emma even happier. She suggests he make a heart with his hands at her. Keith's thinks it's embarrassing and wonders if he'd scare Emma off if he did. But after some consideration, he gave in to greed and makes a somewhat crooked heart with his hands. Emma freezes in place before blushing and waving at him with a bigger smile. Keith always tells Emma that she's cute, but she thinks that there are a lot of moments where he's cuter. She mouths that she'll do her best and Keith almost keels over from how dazzling she is.

As Emma takes the stage, Keith wonders why she wanted to join the dance. A thought comes to mind before he brushes it off. Whatever it is that she wants to fulfill, he wants to fulfill it with her too. He'll ask about it later.

Even though it was Emma's first time doing the dance, she did it perfectly. Keith couldn't take his eyes off of her and felt like he was falling in love all over again. How many times has he fallen in love with her at this point?

After the dance, Keith suddenly rushes to Emma, lifts her up, and spins her around while looking at her with so much love. He praises her dancing and thanks her for her prayers. Emma says that it's thanks to Keith, Yuel, and Liam that she was able to dance perfectly. As Keith's about to bring her to the latter two to thank them, he asks her why she suddenly wanted to participate in the dance. Yuel interrupts before Emma can answer. By the way, she was able to find them easily because Keith held Emma up.

~~~

After the festival, the two retire to Keith's room where Keith pampers Emma and Emma finally answers his question. She tells him that she wanted to help him fulfill his dream of finding the phantom flower. She then apologizes for being dishonest with her reason for participating in the festival but Keith stops her with a finger on her lips. He tells her that she doesn't have to apologize as he doesn't think the reason for dancing has to be to pray for good harvest and health. What's more important is coming to like Jade more after participating. When he asks Emma if she enjoyed the dance and likes the country more now, she replies that she did. That's more than enough of an answer for Keith as positive feelings make the country better. He could tell that she was praying for something while dancing.

Keith comes to realize just how hard Emma was working for him and can't contain himself anymore. He no longer believed in the phantom flower but Emma was determined to make his dream come true. That fact saved him from feeling like a failure.

Keith pulls Emma in for a tight hug and thanks her for trying to fulfill a childhood dream he had given up on. But there's something else about his dream that he hadn't told her about. At the time, there was a wish he wanted the flower to grant. Emma asks if it's related to his younger brother. As expected, she saw right through him. He tells her that his wish was to have a tea party with his brother and sister. He didn't even consider having his brother come back and Keith himself dying in his brother's place. He just wanted to see his brother, even if it was in a dream. Keith had thought that alter!Keith tore up the page out of frustration at him, but now he's come to understand his feelings.

He sees Emma start to cry and when he smiles to assure her that he's fine, it just makes her cry even more. This time he tells her that he's fine; he's moved on now thanks to her. Though he doesn't think he deserves it, he's been feeling happy every day. Emma smiles at that.

But a new troubling thought forms in Keith's mind. He tells Emma that he wants to fulfill her dreams. He can't be the only one allowed to receive happiness. Emma replies that his dream hasn't come true though, but Keith says that she's increased the chances of finding the phantom flower. If she has any dreams, let him know. After a bit, Emma tells him that she'd like to be more knowledgeable than Keith on flowers and plants so that she can do more for Jade and perhaps find the phantom flower. They can look for it together. Keith pulls her in for another hug. He's just over the moon at the fact that their dreams are connected. He also doesn't want Emma to see how ridiculous he looks at the moment but she's surprisingly strong.

Every day's like a dream to Keith with Emma by his side.

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mythicalartistx · 7 months

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Why Mickey is not to blame for leaving Aqua in the realm of darkness — He was busy

All the time I see people say how it's Mickey's fault for leaving her there for ten years— No doubt Anti-Aqua says that and makes him feel bad.

But the thing is he actually only left her there for 1.5 years if you want to say he left her there.

Cause he didn't know where she was for ten years. Ven was hidden and his heart has been lost, but nobody knew where he was except for Aqua. Aqua and Terra went missing and there was no sign of them.

Nobody was that close to Terra that realized Oh he and that person with no memory look oddly similar except he has silver hair.

Mickey didn't know Terra, he only knew Aqua and Ven. The closest people who would know his appearance well were dead, missing, or wouldn't help cause they're antagonists.

So for several years they probably searched and had no clues also around that time Maleficent was cause chaos with the start of gathering the first few princesses of light' hearts. So Mickey probably had to deal with that.

Then when he realized what was going on and worlds being disappearing he took an opportunity to go to a world that's heart been lost and jump into the door of darkness to find the key that will help close the door

That's when he first finds Aqua and it's been ten years.

She sacrifices herself for Riku and then Mickey and Riku go through the realm of darkness until they get separated somehow. Riku reaches castle oblivion and then Mickey soon helps him and officially becomes his dad.

Then while Sora is asleep, Riku protects Sora and does everything he can to try and help him wake up.

During this part Mickey and Riku separate for a bit. Mickey probably went to Yen Sid and was like Aqua is actually in the realm of darkness we need to save her.

And Yen Sid probably was like we don't have the capabilities or strength to do that, it's way too dangerous.

He probably also told Mickey about Organization 13 and how they're dangerous and needs to be stopped.

Once Sora wakes up he must make pathways to the other worlds and stop organization 13. Mickey also is trying to find Ansem the wise. So after all that happens they finally go back to the islands and Mickey is probably going to try to see what can be done about Aqua.

But then wait Jiminy Cricket runs in and tells him about his journal. So they spend time doing that.

After all the journal stuff is over, Mickey informs Master Yen Sid and sends a letter to the destiny Trio that explained what happened.

Master Yen Sid then tells Mickey because of the stuff they discovered through the data in the journal that Riku and Sora must take the M.O.M. Exam because they fear of darkness uprising.

Then while they are taking the Exam, Mickey goes back to his castle cause Maleficent and Pete captured Minnie. Lea/Axel appears saves the day and then saves Sora from being turned to Darkness. And they realized what Xehanort is planning. They finally have the abilities to find Aqua now. Mickey is now free.

It's only probably been a year and a half since. 1-2 is a year. The events of 2 probably took like a few months, coded probably took 1 month, DDD probably took 1-2 months. And 3 probably took about a few months too.

Reminder that Sora is in 15 for KH2 and KH3.

But they realize they need 7 lights and it's now their mission to find Aqua have Sora get the power awakening to wake up lost friends like Roxas.

Mickey and Riku goes to find Aqua.

And Aqua at the beach, she has trauma being there so long but when she sees ANSEM she says I'm staying here they'll come for me.

And the words she speaks to Mickey in her antiform are only half right. She was possessed by darkness of course she going to say the worse things. Like I don't think she really blames anyone.

It's kinda like people trying to blame one of the trio members in BBS— you can't.

But it wasn't Mickey's fault.

He was busy and they did it as soon as they could which was about a year afterwards.

She has trauma but she was in there for about a decade. Nobody knew where she was for 10 of those years and then the remaining few years they tried at the best time to get her out

When I first saw things relating I was like that's kinda plot hole, they didn't mention them before and was now just added but more I think about it. It kinda makes sense.

I feel like they could have gotten her out when Riku and Sora went to kh2 but she probably was at a deeper part of the dark world. But the point is they were all busy dealing with other things.

Yen Sid probably didn't want Mickey going alone. And Riku was literally using darkness and his form was Ansem, who knows what that would do to him if he went there and if he would ever get it back.

So after passing the exam, Riku went with Mickey where Sora eventually helped them out too

And It wasn't Mickey's fault.

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acourtofthought · 7 months

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what do you think about elain being a shadowsinger?

“Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

Be prepared because you're getting more than you bargained for 🤣

I definitely don't think it means Elain is a shadowsinger. Shadowsingers are rare (so two characters with the exact same power in one small group of people would be overkill) and nothing about Elain's personality fits the shadowsinger imagery, she wants light and Az shadows are scared of the sun. Not to mention it's noted they often vanish around Elain.

I do think the excerpt is hinting at something because we still have no idea how Elain made it all the way from the safety of the camp to Nesta and Cassian.

No one would have winnowed her, if they had, they wouldn't have had her face the king alone.

So where does that leave us?

If Gwydion / the Starsword is based off the Sword in the Stone than King Arthur also had a dagger (TT is the twin to Gwydion)

I think one possibility is that TT itself is somewhat responsible for Azriel being cloaked in shadows to the extent he is.

I'm not fully sold on this because Cormac seems to have shadows around him as Az does and he's not in possession of TT.

My second theory is one I love and I love it so much that at this point I can't tell if it's completely farfetched or plausible (anyone who has followed my blog for awhile is probably groaning right about now because they know what's coming 😂).

Did Elain really come out of the "shadows" and shadows alone or did she creep up behind him under the shadows of the trees?

Nesta again dodged and retreated through the trees. Leading him away—away from Cassian.

Her power sent him flying back, trees snapping under him. One after another after another.

Her power had stopped hurling the king across the forest. He now stalked toward them, brushing off splinters and leaves from his jacket—

The King of Hybern stepped into that clearing, dark power wafting from his fingertips.

But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck

The king stepped out of the forest, right into the clearing (so he wasn't in the middle of the clearing at this point) and Elain came up directly behind him with his back facing those trees.

Same question as above but how did she get to the forest so quickly? Second, how did she even hear that Nesta and Cassian were in trouble right at that moment? We need a solution that explains all those things, how she could move quickly and quietly and how she heard so far.

The reason I initially came up with this theory is because SJM pinned a photo of Blodeuwedd under Elain's name.

Blodeuwedd is the Welsh Goddess of Spring, made out out of flowers to be the most beautiful female anyone had seen and created by the hero's (Lleu aka Lucien) uncle Gwydion in order to give him a wife (finding a way around the curse that had been placed upon him). However, Blodewwedd wasn't happy at being made for someone and she ended up having an affair with Gronw (aka Az), scheming with him to kill her husband. They were caught, her lover was killed, and her punishment was being turned into an owl.

Notice any similarities there?

Elain is "the most beautiful female" Lucien had ever seen, not to mention "Spring had been made for someone like her". She's angry at being given a mating bond and she ended up almost kissing Az on Solstice who doesn't seem all that bothered at the thought of killing Lucien in a duel.

SJM gives fairytales happy endings so of course she's not going to punish Elain for nearly kissing Az, she and Az aren't truly plotting Lucien's death, Az isn't going to be killed by the "hero" Lucien, and Lucien wouldn't have his "bride" betray him in the end.

(side note, I do find it interesting that the sword in Sword in the Stone and the dagger that cloaks it's user in shadows are connected in mythology, the "Starsword" is connected to Az's dagger in ACOTAR and SJM named that sword Gwydion, a name used in the Blodeuwedd fairytale which seems to be connecting to Lucien and Az).

But still, the only thing missing from this fairytale right now is that Elain doesn't shift into an owl.......

Fun facts about owls:

The "stealthy hunting hypothesis" holds that owls fly inaudibly so that prey CAN'T HEAR THEM coming"

Owls are known as SILENT predators of the night, capable of flying just inches from their prey WITHOUT BEING DETECTED.

All owls possess extremely sensitive hearing, allowing them to hear low-volume sounds that are relatively far away. But beyond that, many owls also have the uncanny ability to hone in on the exact location of a sound source.

An owls night vision is anywhere from 35 - 100 better than a humans. Not only that but they can see great in the daytime too. However, there is a drawback. Because they're far-sighted, they can't see objects up close. Finally owls have three eyelids.

So we know owls can see far away and really well at night. They have extremely sensitive hearing, they are silent predators meaning their prey can't hear them coming (aka the king?), and of course we all know a lot of owls fly under the cover of night and shadows though some are active during the day and some are active at dusk and dawn.

Mercifully, Elain QUIETLY approached me at breakfast.

Elain was again at my side. I HADN'T HEARD HER steps.

Elain PERCHED SILENTLY on the couch nearby.

Elain spoke from the doorway, having appeared so SILENTLY that they all twisted toward her, “Using me.”

“You came,” Elain said behind her, and Nesta started, NOT HAVING HEARD HER sister approach. She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in STEALTH either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.

she shook her head, blinking twice.

but Elain peered up at Cassian, blinking twice.

Elain blinked and blinked,

Elain cocked her head

“Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?” “Then why did you pick this body?” Elain asked.Elain asked, “And once you were in this body, you couldn’t change?”

“I can hear your heartbeat—if I listen carefully. I can hear her heartbeat, too.”

“I can hear the sea. Even at night.". It was an effort not to glance to Nesta. Even the town house was too far to hear anything from the nearby coast.

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer.

“I can hear her—crying.”

How long have you been working on this?” A one-shouldered shrug. “Since dawn"

But Elain, it seemed was as sleepless as me

Elain had walked in halfway through. She’d been toiling in the estate gardens since dawn

Elain moved fast enough that I could barely keep up.

Also, Silba the goddess of Healing and Gentle Deaths is symbolized by an owl and the color lavender.

Elain not only wears various shades of purple in SF, is bothered by death and cruelty but there might be hints that she was the one to heal Cassian in ACOWAR:

Graysen standing on the edge of camp, calling to her, promising her love and healing. (I wonder if this could be a clue as to Elain's future minus the Graysen part)

The Cauldron purred in Elain’s presence as the King of Hybern slumped to his knees, clawing at the knife jutting through his throat. Elain backed away a step.

Elain rushed to Cassian, but the warrior was panting—smiling grimly and panting—

Nesta was watching them when I reached her and Elain at the tree-lined outskirts. Had she done some healing, somehow, in those moments after she’d severed the king’s head? Or had it been Cassian’s immortal blood and Azriel’s battlefield patching that had already healed him enough to manage to stand, even with the wing and leg? I didn’t ask my sister, and she supplied no answer as she took the water bucket dangling from Elain’s still-bloody hands, and I followed them both through the trees.

And finally, if Elain is meant to restore Spring as High Lady or interim High Lady (depending on what SJM is doing about Tamlin), then a known power of the High Lord of Spring is shape shifting and an owl would fall right in line with that. Not to mention it would give Elain the freedom to travel as she's always wanted to do.

So to sum up your original question, I don't think Elain is a shadowsinger 😂

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idekwhatthisis69 · 1 year

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Don't Let Go

Shuri x FEM Reader

Gif by @unicornspwnall

Summary: You and Shuri are best friends and therefore you're close with T'Challa. So when Shuri asks you to help try to save her brother you don't hesitate to accept. However, you probably should've thought about the consequences of using the power of the mind stone on someone so close to death.

Content: Angst, character death, fluff

Word Count: 3083 words

"Let go. You n-need to..."

"No! Where's Shuri?! She should be he-"

Darkness. Pain. Grief. It engulfed you.

You had been trying to ease your friend, T'Challa's pain with the powers you gained from the mind stone. Your hands on each one of his temples connecting your mind to his. He was dying, and you were restricting the pain he was feeling, giving him more strength to hold on as you both waited for Shuri, your best friend, to come. At first, you were hoping she would come with a solution, an answer like she normally does, a way to save her brother. But now, you could feel T'Challa slowly slipping away. He wasn't going to make it, whether he received medicine or not. You just wanted Shuri to be by his side for one last time.

However, you had never really used your power to connect to a dying person before. You didn't realise how badly you would be affected by it, which is why you planned to let the connection break just before your friend passed over. Of course, this plan was made as a last resort. You hadn't actually pictured how this worst-case scenario would turn out, and you definitely didn't think about how painful this would be. To feel the life leave one of your close friends, the exact moment it happened.

The last thing you remember was watching T'Challa's eyes slowly close. All of the pain you were sharing with him vanished, and for a moment, all you felt was peace as your eyes mimicked his, letting darkness consume you. Until you remembered what that peace meant, what it entailed and how much pain and grief Wakanda, and more importantly, Shuri would suffer from because of this peace. You felt as though you could already hear her muffled cries.

"Why- why did you leave me, brother?" You heard sniffles in between her words. "Why could I not save you? Why did this happen to us?" Then sobs echoed through the air. Hearing this broke you. To hear your best friend, who you love more than anyone else, in such pain. You cursed your brain for making this up. For making her words seem so real. For thickening her accent as she wept. You tried to open your eyes to come back to your surroundings and face the reality of how you were unable to save your friend. But you couldn't. You hadn't even realised how you could not feel any part of your body.

You started to panic. How long have you been left in this darkness? What happened after T'Challa died? Did you disconnect from him in time? What happens now? Were you dead as well? If you were dead, then Shuri has lost more than you thought. You really hoped you weren't dead. That would really suck. Not only could you not save T'Challa, but you couldn't even use your powers properly to stop yourself from passing with him.

Your worries were interrupted by Shuri's voice once again speaking, making you realise the cries weren't just a figment of your imagination. "Y/N? What's happening?! GRIOT, WHY IS HER HEART RATE SPIKING?!" You then realised that you could now feel a squeezing coming from your chest. 'Oh. I'm not dead. I'm just going to die. That's great.' You then heard the AI's robotic voice "It seems she is currently experiencing a panic attack and is waking from her coma." You almost wanted to laugh 'Who has a panic attack when they're in a coma?'

"Y/N? Can...can you hear me? Please, come back to me." Shuri whispered despite desperately wanting you to hear her. You started regaining feeling in your body as you felt her cold hands softly wrap around your own. You winced slightly at her touch which only made her react with a breathy chuckle as she squeezed your hand tightly for a moment. The pressure from her hand almost seemed to awaken the rest of your body as it all ignited in pain. You managed to make out a small groan and felt your eyes tighten. "YES! Yes, you're OK, I'm here, I'm right here." She celebrated still with some cracks in her voice.

Finally, your eyes managed to open but immediately closed again due to the blinding lights around you. "Griot, the lights, dim them now!" Shuri ordered letting go of your hand and moving both hands to the side of your face. You opened your eyes again to be met by hers. They were filled with tears that were now dripping onto your face. Large bags were beneath them. You studied the rest of her face which was extremely close to your own. Her lips were chapped but they formed a wide closed lips smile that wobbled as she tried to contain her sobs. You wanted to wrap your arms around her but your body still felt quite numb. So you tried to speak to her, opening ur mouth but a small screech was all that came out. Her eyes widened almost as if she was taken out of her trance, her face moved further away from you then out of your view. "Water. You need water." Her steps scrambled to the table she was previously working on as she grabbed her water.

She came back and lifted your head for you, slowly pouring the water into your mouth as you gulped it down. Your eyes locked with each others and she nodded taking the water away from you and sitting it by a small table close by. Your body seemed to be responding to you better now as your hand raised to your head wincing at the migraine you were suffering from. Shuri gently placed your head back down on the soft surface underneath you. You didn't have to move your head to know where you were. One of Shuri's healing tables in her lab, specifically your favourite one under the spiral ramp. It was silent for a moment as Shuri wiped away her tears and you stared up to the ceiling, trying to decide on what to say first.

"Is he-" you couldn't even bring yourself to finish your question as you already knew the answer. "Yes." She replied whilst nodding her head, sadness clear in her voice. You nodded, keeping your head looking up at the ceiling as you felt tears prickling your eyes. "H-How long have I been out? What happened to me?" You finally turned to her again meeting her tired eyes. You guessed by the way she looked and how she reacted to you waking up it had been a week at least. She sighed as she grabbed a chair and brought it over so she could sit beside you, her legs feeling weak. "A month." On hearing this you shot up, "A month?!" You shrieked as she stood once again raising her arms to calm you down, making a shushing noise as she placed her hands on each of your shoulders and lay you down again. You regretted sitting up immediately as your migraine only got worse and your whole body ached.

"You fell into a coma when he, when he passed on. Your heart rate was normal, but there were no signs that you would wake up at all... some thought you never would." Shuri's eyes refused to look up at you as she struggled to talk about what happened. But you quickly took hold of her hand and squeezed it slightly. "Some? Did you?" Your curiosity got the best of you as you asked though it made her smile as she shook her head "No. Not once." She said but the "not once" part seemed to lack the same confidence as when she said "no." You knew that she would never rest until you were OK, just like you would do for her. But this made you more concerned than happy.

"Thank you. But, Shuri, please tell me you have been sleeping." This seemed to take her by surprise that you asked so quickly, she hadn't even told you how she spent many nights trying to find something that would wake you up. "I've been sleeping. Just not much. I couldn't." She was once again looking down at the floor before you squeezed her hand once again. "I understand. After all that you've been through. I don't blame you." You smiled at her and she gave a small weary smile back. It was silent for a few more moments before Shuri's grip on your hand started to become stronger. "Shuri?" You questioned her. Small whimpers came from her as a response which made you sit up.

"Griot, the light please." The lights flashed on and you could better see your friend who was crying beside you. "Oh, Shuri. Come here." You whispered as you managed to swing your legs off the table, fighting the numbness in them. Then pulled her hand closer to you and softly dragged her into your arms. She was now standing crying into your chest as your head lay on top of hers. "I thought I lost you both. I was going to give up. I couldn't save either of you. He's gone, Y/N. He's gone. And I feel so alone." Each one of her shaky sentences had either sobs or whimpers in between them and it broke your heart. All you could do was hold her tightly, your hand tangled in her braids as your mouth spoke sweet nothings to her. "I know, I know. It's going to be OK. I'm here now. You're not alone. I promise you I won't leave you, ever."

You stayed like this for a while and in the end you ended up crying with her. Your own grief finally catching up to you. You must have been like this for over an hour before you both quietened down. You were now fiddling with the bottom of her hair and she had her arms wrapped around you, stroking your back softly. "Hey, Shuri?" You spoke, your voice was back to being croaky like when you had first woken up. "Hmm?" Shuri hummed in response, now feeling extremely tired. "Let's go watch the sunset from your room." This made the Wakandan woman pull away from you so she could look at you with a confused face. "What?" She asked.

"Please? You need to get out of this lab. And from the time on the screen over there it's time for the sun to set, right?" You spoke motioning to the hologram screen not far from you. Shuri took a moment before removing her arms from behind your back and moving a hand to your cheek instead. You leaned into it closing your eyes for a moment before moving your hand to her cheek and bringing her closer. You leaned both of your foreheads against each other and let the moment pass for a minute. "OK. Let's go." She smiled moving away from you and turning around. You hopped off the table only for your legs to completely fail you as you fell onto the floor.

Shuri quickly turned back and ran over to you "Are you OK?!" She crouched down and you started laughing which made Shuri think you had lost your mind whilst in the coma only making her more worried. "My legs feel like spaghetti Shuri. We just spent the last hour crying. And I was in a coma, like that sleeping princess who got woken by a prince, except it was actually you, a princess, who saved me. I'm definitely not OK. But I will be." You stopped laughing to look up at her to see her smiling at you. There was something about the way she looked at you that just made you melt. "Sleeping beauty." She said as she helped you sit up on the floor. "What?" Now it was your turn to be confused "The princess who fell asleep. She was sleeping beauty. You're my sleeping beauty." She slightly chuckled. You felt your cheeks grow hot for a moment but it wasn't out of embarrassment, you couldn't quite understand why but you didn't care. You were more focused on Shuri smiling down at you. You were so happy she could still smile after everything. She is extremely strong.

"Here, let me help you up." She said as she put an arm around you and helped you get back on your feet. Your legs were still a bit shaky so Shuri helped walk you back to her room with her. On the way there you passed some of the Dora Milaje on your way to Shuri's room, some of them asked if you needed help but Shuri declined and told them she had it under control. "It was Okoye wasn't it?" You spoke after a while. "What was Okoye?" Shuri asked back looking down at you. "Bet she didn't think I was strong enough to wake up. She was the "some" you were talking about, wasn't she?" Shuri laughed at how you held onto what she said before. "Noooo, it wasn't Okoye. She would never." Shuri teased as you rolled your eyes. "I knew it! She's always going on about how I shouldn't depend on my powers so often and focus more on strengthening my combat skills before getting so reliant on them!" Shuri laughed harder at you as you mimicked the general's voice.

Then, almost as if she was summoned none other than the general of the Dora Milaje herself stood waiting as you both turned the corner. 'Fuck.' You thought as she smiled at you, eyes glued on you as she stood next to the queen. "Mother, Okoye." Shuri tried to contain her laughter as she saw your previous smile drop from your face. "Y/N, you're awake!" The Queen spoke first as she came closer to you, Shuri let go of your waist before her mother wrapped you in a hug. It was very rare that you got a hug from the Queen, you knew she was fond of you as you were probably one of the only people who knew Shuri as well as she and T'Challa did, and sometimes you feel as though she treats you as one of her own, even letting you go so far as by calling her by name but the Queen of Wakanda hugging you, it was something you always struggled to get used to.

"I- uh yeah. I woke up a few hours ago. Shuri and I were just going to go to her room to watch the sunset. My legs are still kind of numb, so she's helping me walk." You smiled at her as she pulled away and nodded. She then looked over to Shuri and brought her into a hug too. Shuri laughed and said, "Mother, I was not the one in the coma." The Queen moved away from her daughter and tsked at her "I know, Shuri. But it has been too long since I've heard you laugh like that. I was just coming to get you to make sure you go to bed at a decent time. I'm glad you woke up, Y/N. I'll let you two girls, go catch the sunset." The Queen said nodding to you. Before she began to walk away, Okoye who you forgot was there for a moment moved with her. "Oh! And Ramonda?" You called out for her as she turned back to you. You gave her a sympathetic look before giving a small bow "I'm sorry for your loss." You looked back up at her, she held her hand on her chest and smiled at you sorrowfully. "Thank you. Yours as well." She reminded you as you nodded before turning back to Shuri who was quick to come back to your side. "Goodnight mother, Okoye." Shuri called as they returned their goodnights before Okoye turned to look straight at you. "I expect you to go back to training after you are fully recovered, Y/N." The bald-headed woman gave you a knowing look before turning the corner which you had just come from, with the Queen. You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment before you both giggled, continuing on.

Once you got into Shuri's room it was already filled with beautiful orange lighting from the sun setting through her large floor-to-ceiling windows. You gently pushed your way out of Shuri's grasp and made your way to her terrace sitting on the small couch she had outside which was specifically put there so you could watch the sunset with her as you do it so often. You let out a small sigh feeling peace once more, this time a peace that didn't hold as much pain. Shuri joined you bringing her cover to wrap around you both as you laid your head on her shoulder and she laid hers on your head.

"Shuri?" You whispered, in case she had fallen asleep, which was your goal all along as she was clearly sleep-deprived. "Hmm?" She hummed as her eyes were closed. "I'm sorry my magic didn't save him." You finally apologised feeling as though a weight had been lifted from not saying sorry sooner. She stayed quiet for a moment realising how you too must feel the same guilt as she did. "It's OK. My technology couldn't save him either." She sighed wrapping her arms around you and you returned the gesture wrapping your own around her. "Shuri. You were trying to recreate a herb that has powerful abilities, which is millions of years old and in a short time frame. No one expected you to succeed. They may have wanted you to, but it was practically impossible. T'Challa knew that. He never once blamed you for not being able to find a cure. Do you understand? I know you probably have been beating yourself up this past month. But please, don't blame yourself. You can be consumed by grief, for now, you have every right to not let go of that grief. But that guilt, it has to go, OK?"

She was once again quiet for a few moments, you thought she had fallen asleep. "Thank you. Y/N. I love you, so much." Shuri replied her voice filled with vulnerability as it threatened to shake like the tears threatened to once again leave her eyes. "I love you too Shuri. With all of my heart."

Wow. That was a lot to write. Anyways, I really hope you guys liked this and thank you for reading! I'm sorry if any of this seemed out of character I feel like the Queen wasn't really as strong as she is on screen but then again she is grieving in this. Also, this is my first fic in a while so I'm kinda rusty. Feel free to request things or ask me anything and hopefully I'll write something less sad next time!

-K

#shuri x y/n #princess shuri #shuri fluff #shuri angst #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #mcu #marvel #marvel x reader #fem reader #x female reader

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tangledbea · 2 months

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I remember way back, when the back half of S2 was airing and everyone was speculating over whether Adria or Cassandra would be the traitor. I genuinely thought it would be Adira because Cass seemed too obvious, with the door and nightmare sequence in rapunzeltopia, and the dark prince Eugene prophecy twist with him turning against her really threw me for a loop. But nope, it was Cassandra all along. But it does bring to mind the question, what was the point of the bit at the end of Rapunzel and the Great Tree where possessed!Hector tells everyone that if they follow Adira to the Dark Kingdom they’ll meet their doom? From a meta perspective it was probably meant to be a red herring, but why would possessed!Hector say that? I heard somewhere that possessed!Hector was supposed to be possessed by Zhan Tiri, and that Zhan Tiri!Hector was trying to mislead the group, but I always thought that possessed!Hector was supposed to be possessed by the tree itself, not Zhan Tiri.

Likely actual answer: Yeah, probably a red herring. Alternatively, they wanted to have him say something that sounded cool and foreboding, but didn't have a specific reason for him to have said it. I've mentioned before that they didn't really know what to do with Adira (and the rest of the Brotherhood, for that matter). It's entirely possible that, at the point that the episode was written, they were kicking around the idea of her not being trustworthy in the end. (This is entirely speculation, by the way. I don't know that they were ever kicking around that idea at all.)

But also, Hector already had issue with the way Adira did things. He thought she was chasing a myth by looking for the Sundrop, and that the letter of King Edmund's order was to keep people out of the Dark Kingdom, not to go looking for a solution. He was convinced, all on his own, that following Adira back to the Dark Kingdom was folly, because even if Edmund himself didn't kill them, them Moonstone would. It wasn't the tree or even Zhan Tiri warning them through Hector, it was Hector himself.

As for who exactly was possessing Hector, going with the lore provided in the episode, the tree was once sentient and good, but Zhan Tiri corrupted it and made it her stronghold. She was invincible, so long as she was inside it, because the tree would attack anyone who came near. Demanitus' spear -- the one that Hector pulled from the tree's heart -- put a stop to the corrupted magic.

Now, as Hector takes the spear, he says, "Forgive me for releasing the evil that sleeps within [the tree]." Nowhere does it textually say that Hector was possessed by Zhan Tiri herself, however the Great Tree can be thought of as an unwilling disciple of Zhan Tiri (like Rapunzel, Lance, Feldspar, Ulf and Friedeborg were in "Painter's Block"), and spread Zhan Tiri's corrupting influence from itself to Hector. So while it was not Zhan Tiri directly, it was her will.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Hector #Zhan Tiri #TTS #The Great Tree #Rapunzel and the Great Tree #Speculation #Answered

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viviettezheart · 2 months

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Jealous ★ Shinji Ikari

Note! Smut?, jealousy, angst, y/n is the fourth child (characters aged up!!!)

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"I see so you're telling me your head over heels for shinji ikari!?" Asked Misato you with a grin before taking a hit from her cigarette. "What no!" You almost shouted as you blushed but then you looked down. "Mabye i don't Really know!? Like i get jealous when he talks to Asuka or Rei even tho i shouldn't get jealous over this stupid things like this!" You explained while your legs started to bounce up and down quickly while you picked on your bottom lip. A habit of yours when you get nervous or when your trying to express yourself because that's nothing you can do so easily.

"Mabye you should talk to him about it?" She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. She threw her cig on the floor, stepped on it and put a hand your shoulder for you to calm down a bit. "I guess your right but what if-!" "Aht aht aht!" She stopped you by laying her finger on your lips for you to be quiet, what you then did.

You walked through Nerve's headquarters and saw Shinji talking to Asuka and its like if someone hits the jealous button, you get jealous all of the sudden and its making you think of all the times you been in this exact same situation. Shinji talks to someone else who is either a girl or an woman and you get instantly jealous. Asuka and Shinji stopped talking and you saw him coming in your direction. "hey ikari can we ehm mabye talk for a second?" You asked and he nodded not knowing your screaming inside your head. "Ehm okay how should i put it? I erm i get jealous!" "You get jealous? Jealous of what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Jealous of you talking to other girls like Asuka or Rei and i know i have no right to get jealous since we aren't dating but i get jealous. Fuckk now its out and you know my secret and now you probably think i'm some crazy chick who is obsessed with you no its not that i-" "oh wow i wasn't expecting that!" He interrupted you with his reaction which left you wanting to sink in a deep puddle and never come up again. "I should probably go i-" "No wait (name)! I have to tell you something too!" "Oh really?" "Yes i also get jealous when you talk to our classmates especially when you talk to toji, i can see in his eyes that whenever he sees you he wants to fuck you." "I-" you were speechless until you just leaned forward and kissed his lips. To your surprise he kissed you too but to your misfortune Asuka saw you too kissing and she also always liked Shinji even tho she never showed it.

It was the next day after you kissed Shinji and Asuka has been acting really different lately, not that she stop talking about about you or anyone else but she also always looks in your direction like she expects you to say sorry but sorry for what?.

Asuka bumped into you in the school halls but you could clearly see that it was with intentions so you confronted it. "What is your fucking problem Asuka!?" You shouted after her but she didn't turned around just flipped you off with her middle finger. You rolled your eyes and walked in the opposite direction. "Mabye she saw me and you kissing Shinji and now she is upset about it?" You confessed to shinji who stroked your legs which where over his thighs.

"Babyy! And if she shes upset let her be!" He said and now stroked your thighs instead of your legs. His hands rolled up your short pyjama pants and started playing with the hem of your black lace panties. "Shinji not now?" "Why not? Come on baby!" "…Fine!" You agreed and laid down on your bed. It was dark, the only light in your room was the moonlight shining through your windows. Shinji pulled down your shorts + panties and began fingering you, two fingers rubbing your clit. He mabye doesn't know how to comfort but he definitely does know how to fuck.

You laid your arm over your eyes and just let Shinji do his thing, a few quiet moans and gasps leave your mouth but you mind still wouldn’t shake of that fact the Asuka is jealous now that you and shinji are dating. “Ah~shinji c-coming!” You whined loudly and gasped again as you orgasmd on his fingers.

The alarm went off, signaling that a Angel was near by. The four of you were walking to your EVAs while wearing your thigh body suits. Yours were pink which matched your dark brown hair.

The angel crashed Asuka’s EVA and as you saw it happen you were stuck like a deer in headlights but once you snapped out of it you moved your EVA to hers. You exit your own EVA, risking your life but you didn’t care in that exact moment, all you cared about was saving Asuka and that’s what you did.

You turned the wheel which was extremely heavily but you manged to open it and pulled Asuka out of the yellow hot liquid.

Misato was yelling at you through the small headphones you had in your ear but you didn’t care and put Asuka in your EVA while Shinji and Rei killed the angel. Asuka was brought into the hospital room, you sat outside of of the hospital room waiting for the doctors to finish so you can know if she’s going to make it out or not. A few minutes later a doctor came outside and told you good news, Asuka is in a healthy condition but she needs to rest. You nodded and went to your home which you share with Misato, Shinji and Asuka.

It was already late at night, around 2ish in the morning. you were sitting at the table in your one shoulder off sleeping shirt and some shorts from Shinji. drool was escaping the side of your mouth, you had fallen asleep on the table with a beer bottle in your hand.

Suddenly the door opened, tearing you awake from your slumber. You looked up, eyes widening as you saw Asuka standing at doorway. You rushed to her and hugged her, “do you know how worried i was for you!?” “Thank you… and I’m sorry” she whispered and returned her hug which surprised you a lot since you thought she hates you. Your hand patted her hair as she cried on your shoulder. “It’s okay, I’m just happy that your still alive” you said and continued patting her.

Misato woke up and wanted to grab herself something to drink, beer of course but then she saw you two hugging so she stayed in her room watching the two of you get along for a few minutes.

#neon genesis evangelion #shinji ikari #asuka langley soryu #misato #smut?#anime #anime character #jealousy #angst #rei ayanami #third story #shinji x reader

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“I got everything I wanted. My everything was you.”

Remus lupin

huge bust on keeping it under 500 for this one. Rem just does things to me, I can't help myself.

Mr. Remus Lupin

Mrs. Y/n Lupin

Mr. and Mrs. Remus Lupin

You doodled on your parchment, quill moving effortlessly over the page as your brain repeated the phrases in as many different ways possible.

A few older girls, ones closer to Remus' age, must have caught a glimpse at your parchment as they passed by because one with stark raven hair stopped and laughed in your face.

"Oh you poor naive little girl. Charity, look, this tiny tot thinks she's going to marry Remus."

Her friend, a curly headed blonde, laughed back before she spoke. "I wouldn't worry Margie. He's probably just made a bet with Sirius or something."

The one with dark hair, Margie, laughed again, a deep belly laugh, from her toes if you had to guess. "You are so right, Cher! Probably how long they can go before she realizes this was all just some joke on her. Well I'd love to sit and chat about Remus, really I mean who wouldn't, am I right? But we gotta scoot, we told Dirk and Fabian we'd meet them in the courtyard. Bye-bye." They both waved as if they weren't bullying you mere seconds ago and toddled off through the portrait hole. With a muttered 'Incendio' your parchment, littered with sprawling handwriting of 'Mr and Mrs Remus Lupin' burst into flames, leaving behind a scorched mark on the table.

Anyone that didn't know Remus would assume that because of his quiet nature he was shy, but quite the opposite was true of Remus. He was just as much a charmer as Sirius and James and he was easily as funny and laid back as Peter. Truth be told, Remus Lupin was the 'Casanova of Gryffindor'. At least according to his friends. He had any girl he wanted before you came alone and once you did come along he had you too. However when people looked at you they saw what they seemed to think Remus was. You were actually shy, not one to be outgoing outside of your strict friend group which consisted of Remus and his mates. It made you a bit of an outsider at first but you quickly became one with the group and they welcomed you with open arms. It was something you had been insecure about and if you were honest with yourself you still were at times but not so much anymore. But now that insecurity started to slip back in. What if those girls were right? What if this was just a game, a joke on you? Sirius and Remus had made a bet that if he could get you comfortable enough to come out of your shell and become friends with them they'd do something awful. Your brain wasn't even coming up with anything but you were sure it was bound to be atrocious and in front of the whole school, or at least most of them. Before you could stop yourself you were grabbing your belongings and making your way for the Gryffindor tower.

"Excuse me? Has anyone seen Sirius, James, Peter or Remus?" You're thankful your voice is above a whisper but not many students seem to pay attention. That is until Remus practically comes hurdling down the stairs.

"Oh hi, love. What's going on?" He stops in front of you. "Are you okay? You look like you're gonna cry." James, Sirius and Peter descend the stairs in a hurry but it quickly turns neat when they see Remus stopped by you.

"Rem, I need to talk to you. And James and Siri and Pete. Can you guys meet me in the room of requirement? Or we can talk in your room? I don't really mind where, it's just really important and I need to get it off my chest and-" You don't even realize he's leading you up the stairs as you ramble until you come to their door, graciously opened by James who steps back to allow you in first. Each of the boys takes a seat on their respective bed, waiting for you to sit with Remus and tell them what this is about but it never comes. Instead you pace around the room as you speak.

"So I was sitting in the library and I was writing, or more so doodling I guess bit I was- it's kinda embarrassing, you guys have to promise not to laugh…" You pause, looking at each of them.

"Swear, love." Remus makes an x motion over his heart.

"Promise." James and Peter agree.

"I'll try my best." Sirius says seriously.

You sigh and continue. "I was writing Mr and Mrs Remus Lupin-" Remus' eyes turn into hearts and instead of laughing Sirius thinks he might throw up at how cute that is. "And some girls your age saw and they started bullying me, saying I was just a poor naive tot and I wasn't going to marry Rem and that it was all a joke on me, a bet between him and Siri or something. And I just want to say that if it's true I don't appreciate it, being the but end of a joke." Finally you allow yourself a moment to breathe and all of the boys look at you with utter confusion.

"Baby, what?"

"Rem- Remus, don't do this. If this is a joke just, please, can we congratulate you for keeping it up for two and a half years so I can go? You can be with one of them. I mean obviously I'm nothing special. You can have one of them, someone who's rich, outgoing, everything you ever wanted." The tears in your eyes threaten to spill over but you don't allow them to.

"I got everything I wanted. My everything was you." He stands and takes your hands. "It's not a joke, at all, ever. I don't want rich and outgoing. I want shy and reserved except when you're around our friends. I want doodles 'Mr and Mrs Remus Lupin' on your parchment when you probably should have been doing your muggle studies homework. I got what I wanted." His lips are soft on yours when he kisses you and the tears finally come because you know he truly means it.

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Always hers | {SaneOba/ObaMitsu}

Theme: Angst

Note: My mom keeps saying that I look tired (i'm not)

anywho, spoilers!!

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Sanemi followed Obanai's gaze to Mitsuri who stood talking to Shinobu across the yard.

"Do you like her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Obanai's flushed face.

"WHAT?! ...No!" Obanai insisted, turning back to Sanemi and shaking his head. "I don't!"

Sanemi gave him an incredulous look. "Are you going to keep lying?"

"...yes," he decided, glaring at the ground. Then he paused and looked back up at Sanemi. "Do you like someone?"

Sanemi gave a start. Yes, yes he did. "No, I don't," he said, frowning.

"Sureee," Obanai said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "Then why did you flinch?"

"I wasn't expecting the question," Sanemi said, lying through his teeth. He flicked Obanai's forehead. "You're the simp, I prefer not to indulge in relationships."

"I'm not indulging in shit. I don't like anyone," Obanai said, promptly going back to watching Mitsuri.

Sanemi sighed, a sinking feeling rising in his chest. God, and he had thought he had a chance.

×××

He didn't mind, really, the fact that Obanai found no interest in Sanemi. Or just men, in general. Relationships like that would only bring greater consequences. But he couldn't help feeling constricted whenever Mitsuri was around—her angelic nature, shining like a beacon. She was Sanemi's exact opposite, a bubbly, beloved force of nature. Sanemi, on the other hand, was disruptive and aggressive, usually would pop up in a conversation about someone's least favorite Hashira. It wasn't a mystery as to why Obanai favored Mitsuri. But it hurt, it really did.

But he pushed it down. Which was how he tolerated it, mostly. It was like a system. To not feel. The second he saw Mitsuri, he had to turn away. Give himself a breath. Turn back. There, it was fine, yes? As long as he kept himself in control, it was fine. Obanai was happy—it was nice seeing him more upbeat given that it was a lot harder to find anything to make you genuinely happy now. So it was fine.

Days, weeks, months, years, they passed in a blur. Somehow, Sanemi's feelings never changed. It was irritating. Why was he like this?

And then there was a pause in the world, almost. The demon occurrences had suddenly stopped. Nezuko had overcome the sun.

With this change, Sanemi's heart decided to explode upon himself, bursting his feelings through his body. It was as if, without the constant pressure of death, all the times he had pushed himself down had pressed back against him, released.

He made up his mind, finally, to tell Obanai. It was a now or never, wasn't it? Obanai didn't return his feelings, that was a given. But it was fine, Sanemi already knew that. He just wanted Obanai to know that he really meant a lot to Sanemi, meant more than he could ever have realized.

×××

It was dark. Night was approaching, but Sanemi finally found some time to take away to talk to Obanai. He found him quickly—the two not being far from each other. They made small conversation as Sanemi took his time to gather the courage the blurt out a confession.

Obanai seemed to notice something odd about him because he said, "Are you alright? You look nervous."

Sanemi shook his head. "Fine. Just tired from training all day."

"Mm. Demon Slayers are so incompetent now," Obanai said with a scoff. "They're all whining about how the training is too harsh, I would've mistakened them for toddlers if I didn't know better."

Sanemi laughed. "Exactly. Hey, uhm, I have to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

He let out a breath. "I like you, Iguro. I know you like Kanroji so I never said anything, but I feel like I'll probably never tell you if I don't now, so..."

Obanai stared at him, shock overtaking his expression. "I-"

"CAW! CAW!! EMERGENCY!! ATTACK ON THE UBUYASHIKI MANSION, ATTACK AT THE UBUYASHIKI MANSION!!!" a crow shouted overhead.

Sanemi and Obanai wasted no time in rushing away, their katanas gripped tightly in their hands. There was no time for silly confessions.

×××

Pain. That was all Sanemi knew. And then he felt nothing.

He woke up, he didn't know when. Light blinded him for a moment and he opted to shut his eyes. He heard someone bustling about around him. He blinked, waiting for his gaze to adjust. He was laying down somewhere. He tried to sit up and groaned at the effort, slumping back upon the pillows he had been propped up on.

There was a shout of exclamation and more footsteps. Aoi's face made its way into Sanemi's view and he stared up at her wearily.

"Shinazugawa-sama... Are you alright?!" Aoi asked, concern flickering through her features. "You're terribly injured so do not make a move to sit up until I say so. How badly is the pain?"

Sanemi frowned. "Uhm. Bad?" he said, his mind clouded. He had a vague memory of something. Then it hit him and a wave emotions crashed upon him. "I... Muzan?"

Aoi nodded. "Muzan is dead. He was defeated several weeks ago. You have been unconscious since then."

"Oh. Gen..." Sanemi sighed deeply, ignoring the stabbing pain in his lungs. Fuck.

Aoi shook her head. "He... didn't survive. I don't know what happened to him but his body was not discovered."

"Himejima didn't say...?" Sanemi asked quietly, looking up at her.

"Himejima? No. He... also died," Aoi murmured, an expression of sorrow taking shape on her features. "Of the Hashira, only you and Tomioka survived."

"Only...?" Sanemi said, grief overcoming him. And for a moment, the information didn't quite hit him. But then he realized. "Fuck."

He sat up, hissing at the ache in his body.

"Lay down! You can't-" Aoi tried, scrambling to push him down.

Sanemi avoided her, slipping off the side of the bed and nearabout collapsing to the ground. He used the bed to prop himself up, glancing around him at the cots lining the room.

There was Giyuu, and many others he didn't recognize. And because he didn't recognize any others was why he almost toppled over, were it not for Aoi's steady hands guiding him back to the bed. He sank his head into his bandaged hands, his body shaking with unshed tears.

"Fuck," he choked out.

Aoi patted his back awkwardly. "You have to rest, Shinazugawa. Please."

"No," he murmured. He looked up at her. "Then... Iguro is dead?"

Aoi nodded, avoiding his gaze. "Him, Kanroji, Himejima, Tokito, Shinobu."

"Oh. Oh, oh god," Sanemi whispered, raking an unsteady hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry. But please, you have to rest. Else you joined them as well."

"How did... Iguro?" he asked, ignoring her.

"Hm?"

"How was it that he died? Did he say anything before?" Sanemi asked, hoping beyond hope that Obanai had spoken, had been with someone before his death. He had never gotten an answer. He didn't even care if it had just been a 'I hate you now.' He just wanted... something. Anything.

Aoi shook her head. "If he did, we do not know. He was found with Kanroji. He was holding her tightly, we couldn't seperate them. Both had bled out to their deaths, we presume. They had terrible injuries."

"Holding...?" Sanemi's voice trailed off. Of course... At least Obanai had been with Mitsuri at his death, at least they were together. But, god, it only was worse. To know that Sanemi could never amount to anything enough for Obanai. He could never be enough for himself either. Not with Obanai, Genya, everyone. All... gone.

Aoi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's a lot to take in, I know. But you must rest. Your body will need it."

Sanemi nodded numbly, slipping back under the covers. "I loved him," he said quietly.

Aoi turned, back to him, tilting her head. "What?"

"But he loved her."

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Fuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkk 😭

oh god

I hate the beginning of this oneshot but god

the end-

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