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34. Dallas Winston - Please Don’t Be In Love With Someone Else

* Warning: smut! *

To everyone’s surprise, Tim Shepard was incredible with children especially when they were hysterically crying after hurting themselves. If it hadn’t been for your little brother, who at the ripe age of three enjoyed jumping off of high surfaces when he was alone for no more than a second, then no one would have seen this softer side of Tim. While everyone else was teasing the man as he placed a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bandage on the child’s skinned knee while whispering he’d be alright, you couldn’t help the way your heart throbbed at the scene. And that’s when it started, down at the very bottom of your beating organ the tiniest, insignificant feeling of a crush was starting to blossom. It was a silly feeling, nothing that mattered at all because there were so many things about Tim Shepard you couldn’t stand. In fact, it was so funny to you, you decided to mention it to everyone, and like you’d hoped they would, they laughed about it. Even Tim Shepard, who knew there was nothing to the little crush you harbored.

“Well at least she gave you a way to get chicks!” Sodapop laughed.

And it was all fun and games amongst everyone. Tim even walked over to you, nudging your arm lightly.

“I can take you on a date,” he snickered, “get it out of your system.”

That caused another wave of rowdy laughter throughout the house. Everyone was having such a good time poking fun at your little crush towards Tim that no one, not even you, noticed the brooding Dallas Winston huffing in the corner with a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t find your crush on Tim Shephard all that amusing, probably because he was head over heels in love with you. But no one knew, not even Johnny, who Dally was incredibly close to. You weren’t like the other broads he’d ever met, Soc or Greaser; there was something warm about the way you laughed, something gentle and caring by the way you made sure everyone ate, you were friendly even when people didn’t deserve it, and no matter how many times you cried yourself into a mess, you put other people’s emotions before your own. He found you enduring, beautiful, selfless, and absolutely amazing but he’d never admit it to anyone. Which was why he was in this situation now; having to listen to all of his friends and you talk about your crush on Tim Shepard.

Honestly, he didn’t see the appeal. So damn what if Tim was great with kids, he could do that too. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. However, as the week went by, he found himself being scolded by parents of children he made cry. It wasn’t his fault they found him scary looking or that he wasn’t nice and soothing like typical people were when it came to children. He didn’t even like kids; they cried too much, there was always drool dripping from their mouths or snot bubbling at their nose, they asked for too much, and they were annoying.

A frustrated sigh left Dally’s lips as he plopped down on the Curtis’s couch. It was a Saturday, so everyone, with the exception of you, were sitting around Darry’s house enjoying their weekend and watching terrible tv. All of them turned their attention to their pouting friend.

“What’s the matter with you?” Darry questioned.

“Nothin’,” Dally huffed, not wanting to get into his failed attempt to get along with children for your sake.

“I saw you earlier,” Ponyboy stated while spooning some eggs into his mouth, “you made some kid cry and got yelled at by their mom.”

Dally scoffed, glaring angrily at Ponyboy for even mentioning his failure.

“Why’d you make a kid cry?” Two-Bit snickered.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose!” Dally snapped, “I was trying to impress someone,”

It all came out before Dally could even stop himself. Now they were all curiously sitting on the edge of their seats eyeing him suspiciously.

“We didn’t know you were into someone,” Steve stated, “who’s the lucky gal?”

“You aren’t that stupid, are ya?” Two-Bit laughed, “I remember a certain someone admitting they had a crush on Tim Shepard simply because he was great with kids.”

And while the scowl on Dally’s face seemed to deepen, the gears in everyone’s heads started to turn and click at the realization that Dallas Winston was desperately in love with you. So desperate that he was willing to be around sticky, stinky kids just to make you feel something, even a little bit, for him. The few times he tried were just practice runs, he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you when he decided to do it for real.

“If you like her,” Johnny said, his voice almost too quiet to hear over the rumbling sound of old tv, “just tell her how you feel.”

“Yeah,” Darry stated, “she’s not actually in love with Shepard. She even said so.”

“Maybe he wasn’t listenin’,” Sodapop giggled.

He was listening, he just didn’t want you to love anyone else, no matter how much it was. He swore the next time he saw Tim Shephard he was going to kick his ass but that was no more than a silent threat considering it wasn’t his fault you felt the way you did. All he knew was he didn’t want them talking about it anymore, at any second, you would walk through that door and how unsettling would it be for you to find out Dally’s feelings while his friends are trying to give him advice. Dally always saw himself as prideful, so that would be an awful situation.

As if right on cue, you came trudging through the door in your diner outfit letting your bag drop to the floor beside the front door. Your face was contorted into exhaustion and a few of your hair were misplaced but you didn’t bother with it. Everyone stopped talking about Dally’s crush on you immediately.

“Hey guys,” you greeted, voice hoarse from all the orders you had to call out and customers you had to speak to, “How’s it going?”

“Great,” Two-Bit said, smiling brightly with no indication that they were discussing Dally’s love life, “How was work?”

“I almost quit today. I swore to myself if one more person smacked my ass, I was leaving,” you stated, rolling your eyes in the process as you plopped down beside Dally, “but Tim made it all better when he brought me some coffee during my break.”

There were two things to be mad at according to Dally: some prick smacked you on the ass without your consent and Tim made you feel better today instead of him. This was getting worse and worse.

Dally gripped the side of the couch, and he wished he had a pack of cigarettes on him because it would keep him from aggressively chewing on the inside of his cheek. While the boys seemed to notice, you didn’t and Dally was starting to think that you were irritably clueless of the situation in the room. And he couldn’t take it anymore, so he pushed himself off the couch and stormed out the house, slamming the screen door shut behind him. Your eyes widened at Dally’s sudden action. You had noticed that he had started acting weird all week; barely looking you in the eyes, not really saying anything to you, leaving when you showed up. It was like Dally wanted nothing to do with you anymore, which was painful really because you and Dally were close. Not as close as he was to Johnny but close enough.

“What’s wrong with him?” You questioned, turning to the boys who had grown eerily quiet.

“Well…” Steve started but was cut off by Ponyboy.

“He’s just havin’ a hard time tellin’ some girl he like her,” he stated.

“That’s why he’s been so upset this whole week? Because of a girl? Why doesn’t he ask her out or something? I’ve never seen him this messed up about one girl before.”

“These are all new emotions for Dally,” Darry stated, the big brother voice coming out, “we’ll just all need to be supportive however we can.”

And that left a question rumbling through your tired head: How were you supposed to be supportive and help if Dally wouldn’t even look at you?

You spent a little more time with your friends before you went to pick up your little brother, running a little later than you’d have liked. When you did arrive at your brother’s daycare to pick him up, Dally was standing beside the fence smoking a cigarette, looking much calmer than he previously was. Without hesitation, you approached him.

“Dally,” you called, voice sweet and welcoming as it was with any of your friends, “what are you doing here?”

“Figured you’d be late,” he hummed, throwing the butt of the cigarette to the ground, “so I came up here to watch your brother until you got here.”

A large grin spreaded against your lips, the sparkle in your eyes blinding in the sunlight that was starting to set. You didn’t even need to say thank you, though you said it anyway, because Dally could see it in your eyes that you were grateful that he was looking out for your brother when you made small mistakes like being late. You ran over to the teacher, the ends of your diner skirt bouncing with each movement you made, and apologized for your tardiness before collecting your brother.

“It was no trouble at all,” she chirped, “he’s a perfect child. Have you considered adopting him yet?”

It was a topic that was frequently discussed during pickups. With both y’alls parents being deceased, that left you as the sole provider for your brother even if you were barely an adult, but you’d rather die first before letting anyone other than yourself get custody of him.

“I have,” you admitted, “that’s why I’m working so much now. I need the money to start.”

“Well we’ll help however we can,” she said, then patted your shoulder and let you be on your way.

You carried your brother back over to Dally who was still waiting for you at the fence, a new cigarette sitting between his lips. He offered to walk the two of y’all home since the sun was starting to go down and it was dangerous for the two of you to be walking home alone. And by the time the three of y’all made it to your house, your brother was crying for something to eat. You invited Dally inside and he took up your offer, watching as you began to make your brother something to eat. His menu consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles, they were his favorite shape and he wouldn’t eat it any other way, some carrot stick with a bit of ranch, not too much because ranch wasn’t too good for you, and pieces of strawberries cut into pieces so he wouldn’t eat the strawberry butts because he would if given the chance.

As you made your brother’s food, Dally sat across from you watching every move you made. He didn’t like kids, but he loved watching you take care of your brother. You seemed so relaxed and in the zone, that nothing else could take your focus away from taking care of the only part of your family you had left.

When you were finished making his dinner, you let him watch reruns of Scooby Doo as he ate. That left you alone with Dally until it was bedtime. Luckily you had tomorrow off so you didn’t have to worry about bath time tonight because honestly, your legs were barely staying up as it was.

“Are you hungry?” You asked Dally, quirking your head to the side.

“Nah,” he muttered, “I ate a little bit ago.”

You nodded your head.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat,” he continued, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you could see something desperate in them that was hard to pinpoint.

“I’m not hungry,” you said, “Just tired.”

“I can leave?”

“It’s okay for now. I still have to get him ready for bed and everything.”

The muscles in his shoulders seemed to relax as he settled back into his seat comfortably. You wanted to bring up what the guys had told you earlier, about Dally being in love with someone, but you weren’t sure how. It was odd to know that there was a girl out there making Dally feel this way, he was known for casually hooking up and dumping girls left and right. The idea amused you, so you went for it.

“So the guys said something about you being head over heels for some girl,” you started off, Dally’s eyes flickering up to you, “I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, averting his eyes.

You weren’t even sure if you should continue pressing the matter, you didn’t want to make him angry. You could handle his outburst but your brother would get scared and it wasn’t something you wanted to deal with tonight. So instead, you changed the conversation.

“Well I also wanted to let you know,” you changed the topic, “we’re all going to the park on Saturday. I’ll be making lunch for everyone if you wanna join. Everyone will be there, even Tim.”

A scowl appeared on Dally’s face as he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked away.

“I’m so damn tired of hearin’ that guys name,” he grumbled, keeping his voice down.

“He’s your friend,” you giggled, “What did he do to you?”

“He didn’t do anythin’ to me. I’m just tired of everyone kissin’ the ground he walks on.”

And now you were really confused because everyone was merely treating Tim Shephard like any ordinary friend.

“No one’s kissing the ground he walks on, Dally,” you argued, “he’s our friend. He’s welcome to join in on our activity if he wants to like anyone else we know. Why are you so mad at him?”

“Why are you defendin’ him?” Dally snapped, “You sleep with him? We all heard how you’re in love with him! How was he?”

By this time, your brother was looking at the two of you, inching himself behind the wall further but keeping an eye on y’all. But besides that, there were fresh tears in your eyes from the accusation being thrown at you. You couldn’t cry though, not in front of your little brother and sure as hell not in front of Dallas Winston. Instead, you gripped your hands into a fist at your side and glared at him, feeling a single tear fall from your face. For the first time ever, there was remorse and regret splashed on Dally’s face.

“Get the hell out of my house, Winston!” You snapped, “Now!”

You stormed past him and pulled the front door open; he came over to you.

“Wait,” he said, “let’s talk about this.”

“No.”

You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pushed him out of your house before slamming the door shut. You could hear the sound of his footsteps walking down the steps. Your brother, fortunately, wasn't crying, but was still scared. Smiling, shoving your tears away, you approached him and picked him up, carrying him to his bedroom to put him to bed. He kept asking you if you were okay and you promised him that you were, even though you weren’t. After reading him a bedtime story, he was knocked out, so you retired to your room and bawled your eyes out.

A week went by and you barely left the house. Instead of dropping your brother off at daycare, you took him to the diner with you. You didn’t even go to the park with everyone like you had originally planned, and when they knocked on your door that day, you ignored them because you felt ashamed. The only one you did speak to because they had seen you walking home was Darry. He was nice enough to give you and your brother a ride home. While your brother slept, Darry asked if everything was okay and because you saw him as the parental figure you desperately missed, you told him about the argument you and Dally had at your place. Rightfully so, he was pissed off at Dally.

And when Darry saw Dally again, he let him have it.

“Are you outta your mind?!” He snapped, “If you can’t get a hold of your damn emotions, fine! But you aren’t goin’ to take it out of her. She’s too damn kind and too damn carin’.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out,” Dally argued, “but by the time I realized what I said, it was too late, she didn’t want to talk.”

“I don’t blame her. But you’re gonna make it right. You hear me, or you won’t be welcome back to my home until you sort yourself out.”

Everyone knew that Darry was serious because he never threatened to keep anyone from his house, so Dally refused to say anything that would cause a bigger hole in his relationship with Darry or anybody.

That night, Dally went to your house, hoping that you were still awake and that you would be willing to talk to him. He knocked three times on your front door before you opened up. Seeing your face for the first time in a week almost knocked the wind out of him. Even with tears, fresh and dry, streaking your tired face, you were beautiful. He wanted more than anything to grab you and kiss you, make everything alright.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, voice no longer filled with joy but with sadness.

“Can we talk please?” He asked, the word “please” rolling off his tongue foreignly.

You hesitated, not wanting to let him in at all, especially not while your brother was asleep. But you knew he wouldn’t stop, coming back everyday to talk to you, hell, he’d even show up at your job. You couldn’t have that. So you nodded and pulled the door open, gesturing for him to come inside. Dally walked through your door and you shut it again, locking it so that no one could get in.

“What do you want to talk about?” You muttered, your eyes never meeting him.

“About that night a week ago,” he replied, “I want to apologize for what I said and my actions.”

“Because you’re actually sorry or because Darry made you come over here?”

The answer was both but it didn’t seem right to tell you that. But it didn’t seem right to lie either.

“Both,” Dally admitted, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still sorry, even if Darry told me to come over. I’ve only been keepin’ my distance because I knew you didn’t want to see me.”

“And I still don’t,” you snapped out, “so you tell me why I shouldn’t kick you out.”

“Because we’re friends and because I’m sorry.”

“No. That’s not good enough. Friends don’t say the shit you said to each other. So if you want me to believe your half ass apology, I’m gonna need more. For example, what the hell has been your problem lately?”

Another thing that Dally loved about you was that you could be incredibly feisty when you wanted.

You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest waiting for an answer. Dally sighed, running his hands through his hair, frustration clear.

“Fine,” he huffed, “you wanna know? I had to listen to all of you joke about your crush with Shepard while I’m sittin’ over here dyin’ to tell you that I love you. Dyin’ to tell you how much you mean to me and how I want nothin’ more than to hold you when you cry. I can’t get your laugh out of my head, I can’t sleep at night because you wander my dreams, and hell, I pray that the next time I see you, I’ll get to see your smile or hear your voice.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. You didn’t think that this girl he had been in love with could have been you. You never thought of yourself as special like that to anyone, that and your life was filled with work, taking care of your brother, and adopting him. Yeah you spent time with your friends but you never thought you’d be someone they loved.

“Y-you love me?” You questioned, your voice not louder than a mouse.

“Of course I love you,” he admitted again, “that’s why I’ve been so upset lately. And it’s no excuse for the things I said to you the other night. I shouldn’t have been so…”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But I forgive you, Dally.”

A smile appeared on his face and he hugged you. Your head was buried into his chest and you couldn’t help smiling at the familiar smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne.

“And just so you know,” you continued, “a crush is a crush, Dally. Nothing more. Real love is more than some silly feeling of fascination.”

You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling up at his bright, brown eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he dipped his head down and kissed you. The taste of cigarette smoke touched your taste buds when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It was familiar and welcoming. You ran your fingers up his chest and then wrapped around his neck. He gripped your waist tight, holding you in place as the kiss heated up. Pretty soon, he was shrugging his leather jacket off of his shoulder before pushing you backwards towards your bedroom which luckily the door was open. Inside your room, Dally grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head revealing your flesh. Your breasts were almost popping out of your bra and Dally was practically drooling at the sight of it. He pushed you onto the bed gently, the covers crinkling underneath your weight. You watched as he removed his own shirt, undid his belt, before climbing back on top of you. His lips attached themselves to your neck instead of your lips. His tongue swirled around the subtle flesh of your neck causing a gentle moan to leave your lips.

“Dally,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back.

“Shh,” he whispered, grinning against you, “you’ll wake your brother up. We don’t want that.”

He pushed himself between your thighs and caused a small amount of friction against your clothed cunt. It felt like he was doing all this on purpose, to tease you, knowing that you couldn’t be loud. You bite your bottom lip hard causing a small tear in the skin. The metallic taste of blood coating her tongue. Dally unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of your body, revealing the pretty panties you had decided to wear. Not on purpose, you were just behind on laundry and these were what you had. That didn’t stop him from grinning at the sight of them cupping the flesh of your lower half. He bent his head down and kissed the inside of your thigh, a moan leaving his throat at the scent alone.

“Dally, please,” you muttered, cheeks burning as you felt yourself grow wetter behind the fabric of your panties.

“Needy little thing,” he said, standing back up and removing his own pants and underwear.

There was no time to be wasted, both of you were craving each other so much that y’all’s skin was burning hot to the touch. Dally pressed another kiss to your lips, his fingers barely gripping your chin as he removed your panties with one hand. He threw the set to the side and moved on to your bra, unclipping it expertly. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful than you laid out before him. He laid you down, admiring every inch of you.

“So pretty,” he hummed, his head tilting as he watched you.

Your cute, little cunt was glistening with wetness and it only made him harder. He licked the drool off of his lips. He bent your legs as he positioned himself between you. Almost immediately your legs wrapped around Dally’s muscular torso; he positioned himself against your hole and rubbed his tip against your folds.The two of you moaned in each other's mouths, your eyes squeezing shut as Dally pushed into you. He was larger than you expected, wide too. With each inch of him going inside of you, your spongy walls could feel every vein that decorated him. There was a mix of pleasure and pain and you couldn’t help but bite down on his shoulder. He hissed at the erupting pain from your bite.

When he was finally inside you completely, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. You nodded your head, giving him permission and he moved. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes, lips inches apart as he picked up his pace. The bed creaked from the sudden movement and the headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall, luckily, not loud enough to wake your brother. Your head tilted back, giving Dally full access to your neck. He latches his lips against your flesh and leaves sloppy, open mouth kisses there; deep growls left rumbled through his throat sending a vibration up your neck. It tickled, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the sensation. Dally moved one hand to your thigh and squeezed the soft flesh.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “you feel better than I ever imagined, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you moaned, “faster, Dally.”

“Whatever my sweetheart wants.”

His pace quickened, and alongside that his thrust became harder. You could feel the tip of his cock poking your cervix. He took his hand off your thigh and placed it down on your throat, tightening his grip only enough to make you feel dazed but not enough to cut off your oxygen supply completely. With his hand on your throat, he forced you to look at him, wanting to see the dazed, fucked out expression on your face as he continued to abuse your tight pussy. Fresh tears spilled from your doe like eyes as you watched him furrow his brow, the pleasure he felt increasing with each snap of his hips.

“Only I can have you this way,” he grumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair clinging to his tanned skin, “Shepard could never make you feel like this, understand me? No one could ever make you feel like this. Got that? You belong to me.”

Normally something like that would piss you off but the way he had you pressed into the mattress with his cock practically claiming every inch of your insides made you feel intoxicated. You couldn’t even answer him when he said it, just nodding your head as drool slipped from your partly open lips.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, “can’t even speak, that’s how good I’m making you feel right now. Fuck…you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezin’ me so well, doll.”

By this point, neither one of you could keep your moans down. All of your senses were dulled from pleasure and lust that you felt too drunk to care even if the neighbors heard. You were just glad your door was shut, and hopefully locked.

Dally pulled himself off of you, his hand unclamping from your neck. He picked your legs up and threw them over his broad shoulders. The sight in front of him felt almost illegal: your breasts in full, plain sight, your hands sitting tiredly beside your head tangled in the strands of your unkempt hair, the glistening sheen of sweat the coated every inch of your perfect body, and he got a full view of his cock digging deep into your cunt. His eyes rolled backwards as he rolled his hips roughly, hearty growls and moans puncturing the air as they left him. He dug his nails into your skin and you arched your back at the sensation of pain mixing with the adulterated pleasure.

“Fuck,” you cried out, fresh tears spilling over, “Dally, I’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence because he wouldn’t let you. All he wanted was to feel you cum all over him. He snuck his hand down and rubbed your aching clit in quick, circular motions as his thrust became more erratic. His eyes darkened at the sight of your body starting to shake uncontrollably, your orgasm was approaching fast and he couldn’t wait. He was greedy. He wanted the confirmation that you’d only ever cum on his cock ever, that some silly crush couldn’t compare to having him. You’d be begging for more after this was all over and that’s what he was hoping for.

“D-Dally,” you cried out, “I can’t.”

“Let go, doll,” he moaned out, “cum for me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you were shaking as your orgasm hit hard; your body arched, your pupils as they rolled backwards, your cries and moans became silent, and your hands gripped the bedding tightly. Dally’s face screwed into pleasure, too much pleasure. The sigh of you, the feeling of you tightening and soaking him, it was all too much.

“Sh-shit,” he hissed, his movements becoming sloppier with each stroke.

Your legs fell off his shoulders and he fell on top of you as the pleasure rippled through him like unsteady waves in the ocean. He buried his head into your neck, your tired arms wrapped around him as he pumped himself in and out of you.

“Sh-shit,” he cussed again, “I-I’m cumming, fuck.”

Quickly, he pulled out of you and pumped his load right onto your stomach; breathy gasp made both of you aware of the intensity of his own orgasm. He couldn’t even hold himself up anymore when he was finished. He laid down right on top of you, the smell of sweat, sex, and anything else covering y’all’s senses as exhaustion lolled y’all to sleep.

Dally was first to fall asleep, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling into his hair before dozing off yourself.

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twisted-gremlin · 4 months

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Platonic yandere first years!

Ace(sibling):

- he is overly protective of Yuu, makeing sure that they are by him at all times

- he was glad that they can't use magic but has alot of mixed feelings about them following him to NRC

- he practically begged Crowley to let Yuu into Heartsbyul- but there was no room (he didn't mind shareing his bed- but, his roommates better leave you alone)

- he invites you to every celebration! Why? Oh Trey was worried you're not eating enough in that shack with the greedy rat-

- he isn't strong enough to actually kill, but he is cunning enough to manipulate people, trying to get a boyfriend without his permission- hey look at all this homework- oh he wants to break up and hates you? Oh big brother is here for you-

- you're never leaveing your bother♡

Deuce(sibling)

- he is worried that his baby sib is gonna go down the path he did- he made sure that any gangs would never take you in, but would beat to death whoever dared lay their hand on you- its ok- he and mom is there to hold you and protect you-

- his mom sent you to NRC so that he could protect you, and he swore to her that he would.

- he allways walked with you to class, he even made you join the track club, Jack was trustworthy, right?

- you have some things you are allowed to do on your own, just be careful, of anything goes wrong and he finds out, he isn't letting you do that stone again

Jack(bestie)

- he saw you as like a little cub that was lost and alone when he first saw you

- as you two grew to know one another, he did his best to take care of you. Hungury? He has some extra food, it's not like he bought it just for you- cold? Idiot, you need a scarf- so what it has his sent? You'll be protected from other beastmen who may want to pick on you

- he greets you every day and walks you to class (like he did with ruggie), if he has the time he waits outside of your class and walks you to your next one

- he wont let you think about going home, why go home when you have it so great here? I'm sure none could love you like he does, or even protect you like he can when you're at home-

Epel(sibling):

- excuse me- he is the man here- he can take care of ya- why are you laughin-

- Epel beats the snot out of those who try to hurt his sweet and innocent baby sib- they are a sweet apple tart- none hurts em-

- Epel before Vils traning was much- much more aggressive towards others, with a slight sweetness. But now, he acted more sweet and innocent until the time came where his opponents was in their backs

- now he uses thar cuteness to ask to hangout and stay by your side. You can't exactly say no because... look at that face-

Ortho (sibling):

- in life, you weren't all that close to Ortho- he and Idia were allways hanging out with eachother.

- then the accident happend, now you can get rid of the fake brother or your older Otaku brother-

-you're at NRC because of said Otaku, so while he was in class, you got to do whatever you wanted- and a certain robot followed your every move

- if Ortho evaluated someone as a threat they would be exterminated as soon as possible.

- you tired to get him to leave you alone, to make his own friends and learn about others. But he would make his following you a bit more... subtle...

- while he tried to get his big brother outside, he kept you inside. He played games with both you and Idia, to keep you content and stay

- need anythjng? He will get it for you, he wants to be a good brother for you- so you don't have to linger in your hurt anymore- so you didn't have to be alone anymore-

Sebek(friend/Maleus' bestie)

- you as a pathetic human from another world had caught the eye of Malleus, so, he needed to vet the human to he sure they were good for his master

- his first meeting with you was interesting to say the least. Despite your conditions (and his attitude) you treated him kindly and sat down with him and had an array of tea and baked sweets (courtesy of the Heartsbyul bois)

- he started to see why his master took a likeing to you, you were sweet, a good listener, and even interesting. He just, couldn't understand why you would want to return to your boring world?

- his master would take amazing care of you- even extend you life! All you had to do was ask!

- so why are you breaking their hearts and asking for help going home...?

- maybe... your mirror could be broken? This Mickey is a distraction, and they had room in Diasomnia, he will keep gaurd of your room, it'll be by Malleus'!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst mc #duce spade #jack howl #ace trappola #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland

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luvtak · 8 months

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you can hear it in the silence, njm

✧ pairing na jaemin x reader

✧ genre/tw est. relationship, crying, reader is drunk weeping lol, fluff fluff fluff!! suggestive at the end, reader is described to be smaller than jaemin, basically you love jaemin so much you can't stop crying about it and he loves you too!!

✧w/c 1216

✧ a/n cooked this one up after weeks of writing nothing lmao, i love jaemin and thats what started this. i hope you love reading it as much as i liked writing it <3

You wonder how silly you look, eyes flooded and nose pouring out snot.

It’s not the crying that’s silly, it’s the reason for the tears—your boyfriend’s smile spread miles across his face laughing at his friends. He just looks so beautiful, every bit of the boy you fell in love with those months ago shifting and changing himself into the version he is now. Always so gorgeous and so kind that you can’t help being moved to tears by this joyful vision of him.

Maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through your system pushing past playful debauchery and welcoming melodrama, or maybe it’s just that you love him.

You love him so much you find it hard to talk about, only letting out the words in the quiet cathedral of your home together. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind, carrying enough confidence in his affections for the both of you—he’s fluent in love, knows how to carry a conversation in his heart and his body, knows all the slang terms and cultural practices; he’s an expert at love, even more so at loving you.

Somehow, he always knows exactly what you need, handing you a cup before you can say you’re thirsty, calling you at the precise time you leave to walk in the dark, kissing you right before you say his three favorite words. So, it’s not surprising when he looks up to see you with tears spiraling down your face.

Although, he can’t tell if their happy tears or not. He thinks in some part of himself that they must be, that if you were so heartbroken you would’ve parted the crowd of people to get to him—or worse fled outside or to a bathroom, somewhere to cry by yourself. But you look so sad. A picture of pain, standing all alone in a corner—bliss and mischief touching everything but your tragic little bubble.

Without warning, Jaemin finds himself rushing to you, offering only a short see you later! Before separating himself from the boys surrounding him. You’ve caved into yourself, crying and sniffling about something he couldn’t understand, what happened in the forty minutes he’d been away from you to make you like this?

“Hey…hey, look at me. What’s wrong? What’s on your mind pretty thing?” his voice so quiet in such a loud room, the deep timbre of it reverberating through your shaking frame. It cuts through the electronica coming from the speakers and finally your eyes meet. And there he is, your disgustingly pretty boy. So handsome and darling even with worry in his eyes, boyish beauty covering every inch of him. How you love him, and this love only makes you cry more: barely getting your words out,

“Oh, it’s nothing Jaemin, I just love you.” Your speech is slurred and spluttered out, almost indistinguishable from the whimpers and sobs from before, but he hears you. He thinks his ears must be fine-tuned to your voice because there is no other way he should’ve been able to decipher your upset dawdling’s.

“You silly creature, why would you cry over me?” “Jus- just love you that’s all. Can’t believe you love me too.” Your words end in a huff, blanketed by the sound of his arms pulling you in. He’s so tall, bigger than you in every way and yet you fit together like a puzzle. His arms caging you in, pressing so close to put your ear to his heart. It’s beating so fast, pulsing beneath your head in an uneven rhythm, he must’ve been so worried. It makes your head hurt a little thinking about your sweet summer boy looking up to see you like this, rushing over for nothing but the drunk ramblings of someone who should probably be in bed.

“So, these are happy tears?” a nod given hesitantly from you in response, you aren’t quite sure they are happy—more of a mix, a bittersweet concoction of future happiness and past regret that you can’t seem to name. “Promise?”

“Yes, Jaem, I promise.” it’s only then does he let up, pulling you away from his chest for just a moment to look at your tear-stricken face. He loves every version of you, but he wished he didn’t have to see this one; Sleepy and sad and crying over silly things.

“I love you so much, and I’m glad you know… even if it makes you cry all alone at parties.” Your smile is a shot of spring, giving new life to the previous tragic picture of it. He wishes you were alone, free to love you in all the ways he needs to. He knows these party patrons won’t mind, but you would, and he’d hate to make you uncomfortable in any way even if it is just a kiss in a crowded room—you’d care, so he cares.

He knows you need to leave, knows this loud pulsing of music is doing nothing to calm the storm in your head, he knows he needs to be sensible. With one last embrace, whispering his true feelings, he offers you his hand and says, “Let’s go home, huh?”

The walk is fast, but the night chill bites. Sobering you from the inside out and forcing the two of you to stand together like you’re in a three-legged race—laughing and stumbling into the dark. He jokes and teases and wishes for your smiles, not daring to kiss you until your eyes light with happiness instead of this strange melancholy you found yourself in. When you finally grin up at him, he thanks God you’re alone.

Finally, there is no one around but your boy and the stars, smiling down at you and waiting for your next move. He presses his hands to your face to trace the path your stray tears took. He’s such a pretty boy, alive and electric and in love, and all you can do is kiss him. A slow press of your lips before he takes control, searching for the love on your lips, whittling you down to the bone so the only thing on your mind is him, him, him.

He tells you he loves you too in between kisses, it’s so messy, smiles meeting in the middle and clacking teeth. Kisses so harsh you wonder where your sweet boy went, just for him to shift back—tender hands on fragile skin.

You think this is what it means to have found your person, trusting your heart and your body in someone else’s hands and walking into the night.

Jaemin’s body is warm, so yours is too; his smile is the crescent moon above you, reflecting off your own until you’re both smiley fools rushing towards your front door. You know what will happen next, you know he’ll show you how fluent in love he really is—show you with his hands and his heart and his tongue, how he’ll tuck you in and tell you his three favorite words. You know you’ll wake up to his love again, surrounding you like the early morning sun and making you cry tears of pleasure instead of bittersweet pain.

You know you’ll be happy and in love,

and when your pretty boy tells you, I love you sweetheart, you’ll say it back.

You are in love.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct x reader #jaemin #nct dream x reader #na jaemin #nct dream #nct #✧ drabble

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lovelybrooke · 8 months

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I have to be dreaming (Chapter 3)

Series masterlist~~AO3~~regular masterlist

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"Three hours Luffy!"

Luffy had three hours to get to Mock town and back, else the ship leaves without him. He huffed as he ran his damn hardest, weaving between trees, jumping over stone, his mind being brought to Cricket, and him apologizing.

He apologized. Apologized for not being able to stop Bellamy and his pirates. Like it was his fault, not the idiot who dared to mess with him and his friend.

He ran, ran until his legs hurt, until his breathing became heavy, until his vision narrowed and all he could see was him beating that dirty creep.

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"Those monkeys were so funny! Bloody faces and snot streaming from their noses!" Two men clink their drinks together, reminiscing on their attack on Cricket. "Crying "Boss! Boss!"" He mocked with laugh.

"If he was so precious, they should've protected him better." Sarquiss laughs, taking a sip of beer.

The door slabs open with a bam, "Bad news!!" A tall man rips open the door with, huffing and puffing from running. "You gotta hide quick, you're in danger!! They'll kill you!!" He yells to Bellamy, sweating.

Bellamy turns around slowly, snarling at the words. "What are you talking about?" He growls, his voice low. The man searches in his pocket, looking for something, eventually pulling out two wanted posters, Luffy's and Zoro's.

Zoro's bounty being 60 million.

Luffy's bounty being 100 million.

The men gape slack jawed, "A hundred million?" One gasps.

The man hands shakes as he grips tighter on the paper. "Those guys from today are worth more than you are Bellamy!!"

Some man in the back scoffs, "I've never met anybody worth hundred million berries." He waves away, nearly choking on his beer when Bellamy starts manically laughing.

"Haven't you heard of pirates like that? Printing up fake wanted posters about himself to impress fools like you?" He explains though gritted teeth, gripping the bar in front of him as his knuckles turn white. "Idiots take one look at the bounty and back down. They get scared and give up without a fight, even though they could win!"

He roughly turns around, nearly spitting in anger as he speaks. "Just like you guys right now! You've seen how puny he is but looking at you! Fucking disgusting!"

The men in the bar look petrified, shaking in their seats at the ferocity of the man. Bellamy's chest heaves up and down, his face hot and steaming with rage.

"Bellamy! Where are you!" The men in the bar tear their gaze from Bellamy, flinching at the sound of Luffy's voice.

"Who wants to know?" Bellamy knew who it was, but wanted to tease him a bit, smirking as he spoke. He walks outside, Luffy high atop a tall building.

"Heh, we were just talking about you." Bellamy says.

Luffy ignores him, "Gimme the gold you took from the diamond-head man."

Bellamy's large coat blows in the wind as he playfully tilts his head. "Gold?! You mean old man Cricket's?" Using his Devil Fruit power, Bellamy's legs turned into springs, him jumping up, coming face to face with Luffy.

"Why should I return it, that's loot I took as a pirate." He saw with a loud tump as he lands. "You may be a pirate, but you're in no position to make demands."

"Sure I am." Luffy responded, tightening his fists. "Those are my friends, and I'm taking their gold back."

At this point, the people from the bar have funneled out of the bar, into the street and are spectating the fight. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Can you even fight?! Do you even know how to throw a punch?! What can a coward like you do to me?!" Bellamy screams, getting closer and closer to Luffy as the wind blows.

"If you stand there shaking like you did earlier today, you won't be taking anything back from me, coward!" His voice is animalistic, howling every world as he attempts to edge Luffy on.

Luffy's hair blows in the wind, his stare emotionless, "That was different."

Bellamy lets out a loud, bellowing mouth, "Ha! Ha! Oh? So, what's changed?!" Bellamy propels himself up, his coat falling off him as he flips in the air. "I'll teach a lesson you won't live to forget!"

The jump causes the roof of the building to break off as he jumps onto the side off another. "It'll only take a second!!" Jumping back towards a stumbling Luffy, pulling back his arm as he winds up a punch. Dodging the punch, Luffy falls back down to the street, landing on his feet quickly as Bellamy chuckles.

Bellmay's movements were rapid, him appearing invisible. The others on the street panicked, moving away as Luffy stands still. Laughing echos around him and Bellamy flings himself from building to building. "Come to think of it, you're a lot like that old man and those monkeys. You believe the lies of his ancestor. What city of gold, what sky island. the age of dreaming is over!!" Bellamy declares as he whips around.

Luffy doesn't care and looks visibly bored. "You wanna see me land a punch?" Luffy asks the people standing behind him, ignoring their laughter.

"Get 'im, Bellamy! That fool doesn't deserve to live!" Sarquiss yells, watching as Bellamy winds up a jump towards Luffy.

Luffy cracks his fingers, extents an arm, and as Bellamy charges towards him, punches him directly in the face. Blood splatters from his mouth, the wooden floor underneath him peeling and cracking, the wind still blowing.

Blood plips from Luffy's knuckles, the group watching him dumbfounded as they stare at a blacked-out Bellamy. Luffy adjusts him hat a bit, it being shifted from the wind.

Sarquiss stands still, breathing deep in disbelief. "You're joking, right? Bellamy!? Don't kid around, say something?!" There's only silence, the wind blowing harshly, a paper landing right on his face.

'Wanted, dead or alive: Monkey D. Luffy. 100 million berries.'

"I want the old man's gold! Give it to me now!"

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"Why didn't anyone go with him?" You ask to the air, Zoro carrying around a pile of plywood. He groans, "He wanted to go on his own, there's nothing we could do."

Sanji pats you on the back as you hammer away, "Don't worry (Y/N), he can handle himself.' You sigh, hammering harder in frustration.

"Ugh, he's taking forever, where is he?!" Nami complains, staring at the coastline. She wipes her forehead, sweating from both nerves and the heat.

"I don't really think he's concerned with the time." Usopp mumbles, Nami groaning, kicking some grass. She gazes at the ground, looking back up when she hears the thumping of someone running.

"Hey!!" You jump up, hearing Luffy, seeing his with a bag filled to the brim.

"Hurry Luffy!!! We have to set sail!!" Nami cups her hand around her mouth, screaming towards him. He gets closer as he ships, he gasps at its new look.

"Wow!! That's awesome, it's the Going Merry flying version!!!" His eyes sparkle, before turning around and placing the bag in front of cricket.

"Thanks for fixing the ship!" Luffy smiles, Cricket's expression remaining in a frown.

"Get aboard, there's no time." Luffy nods, running towards the ship. He extends his arm, grabbing onto the railing and flipping onto the deck.

"Boy! This is where we say goodbye! No one has every proved that Skypiea doesn't exist. People may laugh and say they're silly legends. Well, let them laugh." Cricket extends his arms, belting out in exuberance. "That's what makes it a great adventure!!"

Luffy grins, giving him a deep nod, waving goodbye as the Going Merry sails away.

You smile, maybe this isn't too bad.

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"Hey Chopper, have you seen that blanket you gave me? Y'know, the blue one with the ruffles?" You look down, him already peering up at you. He tilts his head, thinking for a second before shaking it no.

"I haven't seen it, no." He responds.

You sigh, looking down at him guiltily. "Sorry, I must've left it back on the island."

Chopper smiles comfortingly. "Don't worry, we can always get you a new blanket."

You huff, not really the point but it works. You pat him on the head, his ears twitching a bit as you go back to leaning on the railing. "We got to get into position before the knock up stream blows." Masira explains from his ship. You listen as Luffy plays with the south bird like a toy, moving the head side to side, watching as it turns back to its original position.

"Look, (Y/N), look, it really does only face south!" You chuckle along with him, Luffy nearly keeling over in laughter.

Joh! Joh! Joh!~

"What'd it say Chopper?" Usopp asks.

"It said, "I'm facing the wrong direction just to mess you up." For some reason, that makes Luffy laugh even more. For a second, the bird turns north, growing very uncomfortable, before turning back south, the three laughing up a storm as you watch from the side, amused.

"Boss!" One of Masira's men called. "Bad news!!" Masira moves to the side of his ship, staring intensely out at the ocean. "To the southwest!! "Night" is coming!! It's the emperor cloud!!"

"This is bad! Can we make it, Shoujou?!" Masira yells, Shoujou deploying his men.

Nami rushes down to the main deck, snapping at Luffy and the others for goofy off. "The emperor cloud showed up early! We haven't even located the knock up stream yet!" She screams, everyone rushing around trying to get the ship ready to move.

The ship starts to sway, holding onto the railing in order not to fall. Masira yells towards the Marry, "That's a sigh of the knock up stream!! Head for that whirlpool!'

The waves only grow larger and larger, water falling onto the deck causing you to slip. "Navigator! What about the log pose?" You can make out Robin yelling over the sound of waves crashing.

Nami regains her senses, attempting to stand up straight. She looks down at the log pose, "It's pointing straight up at that cloud!!"

"Looks like we've hit the mark, brother." Masira yells to Luffy.

"It's all up to the current now!!" Shoujou bellows.

"We'll tow you to the whirlpool!!" Masira leans down, looking at Nami, her gaping at the gigantic whirlpool right in front of you. Your heart drops as you're pulled closer and closer to the center by Masira's ship.

"Alright guys! You're on your own from here! Good luck!!" Masira yells, sailing away with Shoujou. Luffy waved them away, smiling as you slipped trying to stand. Nami and Usopp freak out, crying as your all-sucked further in, hovering over the center.

"When you're finished whining, check this out." Zoro points as he helps you stand, holding you in place.

"We're going to be swallowed up!" Usopp yells as he crouches down and covers his head. You close your eyes, anticipating the worst, but instead you slat peacefully on the ground.

"What happened?" You question, opening your eyes back up and peering at the peaceful waters. It was serene, minus a few sounds of bubbling.

"Hey Zoro, look." He finally let's go of you, looking over at a grew of pirates on what looks to be a rath, one of which, was the man Luffy was arguing with before his confrontation with Bellamy.

"They're from Mock town." Nami said, Sanji scowling at the sight.

"We're gonna take that hundred million-berry head of yours!!" He booms, mouth wide.

"Did you say my heads worth a hundred million berries, really!?" Luffy asks back, jumping in excitement.

"There's a bounty of a hundred million on your head and, pirate hunter Zoro, you're worth sixty million." The man holds up two posters, laughing loudly.

Usopp pulls out binoculars to check, "It's true." He looks at Zoro for second, "You're a wanted man, Zoro!! Wait...why isn't there on of me?" He mumbles at the end.

"Your bounties must've skyrocketed after the Alabasta incident." Nami suggested, Luffy still to hyped up to listen.

"Hey, all you, pay attention!" You hear the faint yelling of Masira, feeling a rumbling beneath you as he speaks. The seas bubbles and bubble, waves lightly rippling as the bubble underneath you grows and grows.

"Whoa..." Luffy whispers, wet from the water splashing into the ship. A second passes, before booming the ship upward, you and the strawhats screaming as your pushed high up into the sky. Barrels and ropes fall sideways as the ship ascends, you awkwardly dodging them before you fall, now sitting on what was once the wall.

"Hey! What's happening?!" You hear someone say, unable to see because you closed your eyes as your stomach lurches in fear. You huddle into yourself as you wait it all out.

Luffy bounces all over the ship. "Come on (Y/N), this is fun." You shake your head, feeling like you were going to throw up as you were lurched father up into the air.

"This is not what I signed up for!!" You yelled over the wind. Luffy laughed, cheering on the Going Merry as he grabbed onto your shoulders. He watched as it reached further into the sky, ignoring your clear discomfort.

"Wait a minute?" You looked over at Sanji, posture stiffening under the hands of Luffy. "I think we're forgetting something.'" He says, looking down below the Merry with gritted teeth.

"What's wrong?" Luffy shifted his gaze from the sky to Sanji, wind rushing past his hair as he gripped harder on to your shoulders.

"The ship's beginning to float!! If we tilt back, we'll fall!!" He screams, Chopper and Usopp crying in unison. You try to stand and head toward Sanji, but are kept down by Luffy, who is still staring at the panicked book.

You huff, "It's a little late to think of that!" You shout, the rest of the crew becoming just as worried. Usopp and Chopper resort to continue crying, Sanji not being able to rip his eyes away from sea below him, and Zoro looks just as confused as always.

"It's all over for us! We're gonna fall!!" You hear Usopp say, tears and snot running down his face. Chopper runs over and attaches himself to Usopp's leg as the cower together.

"Hoist the sail! Now!!" Nami yells at Zoro, how gives her a stupid look.

"This isn't just a wall of water! It's the ocean! We can sail on it the way we would any current!" Nami explains, pointing towards the stream. "The heat from the stream and the explosion have created as blast of warm air!!" Everyone looked very confused at the explanation, including you as you gawk at her words.

"All right guys! Do what Nami say!" Luffy yells directing people around the ship, flinging himself to the mast and standing on top of it.

Everyone runs around, pulling ropes and hoisting the sail, as you sit and watch, unknowing what to do. You shiver from the water covering you, feeling yourself fall back onto the wall as the ship falls back.

"The ships leaving the water!" Chopper screams, Nami nodding as they all continue to hoist the sail.

You wait with batted breath as you expect to fall out of the boat and too your death, before wings springing out of Merry, leaving the knock up stream and continuing higher and higher.

"We're flying." Luffy cries, cheering as he jumps in excitement.

"Nami, You're amazing!!!" Sanji swoons, as she takes a deep breath of relief.

You're finally able to stand, joining the rest of the crew as you stare up into the clouds. "Can we really make it?" You whisper, Luffy nodding as he crossed his arms, following your gaze.

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"Nami, are we there yet?!" Luffy leans onto your shoulder, groaning in pure boredom. While the hardest part was over, there was still some ways to go before reaching the sky island.

Nami opens her mouth to respond, before she's interrupted by a cloud hitting all your faces. It's difficult to breath for a few seconds, the cloud enveloping you from all sides until you're finally free. You gasp, hand to your chest as you try and catch your breath.

"What just happened?" Zoro asks, out of breath and laying on the floor. He looks around, eyeing Luffy leaning of the ship as he gazes at the sight ahead of him.

"Look! Look!" He points, "Look where we are!" Cloud expands miles ahead of you, everyone crowding around the railing, dumbstruck at the beautiful visage. It looked like you were in some renaissance painting, the light hitting the clouds and creating beautiful colors.

"We're sailing on clouds!" Nami gasps.

Luffy turns towards her with a small frown. "Of course, we're sailing on clouds."

"You can't sail on clouds!!" Nam yelled at him, noticing her log pose as she waves her arms arounds. "Look! The log pose is still pointing up." Nami points, Robin sitting down in front of her on the railing.

"This must be the middle level of the emperor cloud." She pointed out, Chopper jumping up next to her and nodding. You tilt you head, confused.

"How can we go any higher?" You ask, Robin sighing with a shrug. You wonder what could be above the clouds, what could be higher than you are now.

"First course of action! Captain Usopp will go for a swim!" You look at Usopp, who is flexing in front of Luffy as he cheers his on. Chopper stumbles forward, taking a seat next to Luffy as Usopp falls into the sky ocean.

You watch as he dives down, waiting for him to come back up. A minute passes, then another, then another, and you take a gulp.

"He's not coming back up..." You speak. You look back at the crew, nervous. "Does this ocean even have a bottom?" They gawk.

Sanji rushes up, growling as he watches the ocean. "I warned you fools!!" He growls, gripping onto the railing as Luffy stretches his arms into the clouds, searching for Usopp.

"What if he fell through the clouds?!" You cry, Luffy extending his arm longer and longer. He becomes more nervous as he's unable to find the missing crew member.

"I can't see though the clouds!!" Luffy shrieks, now leaning off the railing.

"Leave that to me." Robin says as she crosses her arms. "Ojos Fleur." Small eyeballs travel down Luffy's arms, Robin's eyes closed in concentration.

"I see him!" She smiles. "Seis Fleurs!!" You can't see what's going on, but her smile makes you feel a bit better, especially as Luffy's arm is stretched back upwards, him grunting as he pulls harder and harder.

Usopp if pulled out of the clouds with a loud umph from Luffy. "You did it!" Nami smiles while Luffy's arm retracts to a normal length. He giggles, before the ground begins to shake, tentacles break out from the ocean, cover the Merry in darkness as Nami screams. On the opposite side, a large mouth bites the Merry, a cracking sound piercing through the sound of screaming.

"That's not Usopp!!" You shriek, Zoro scoffing at your fear. He leaps up on the railing, propelling himself off it to shred the appendage to pieces, Sanji following as he kicks the large monster, it's jaw cracking as it lays still.

The tentacle monster falls back into the ocean with a splash, Zoro staring at you huffing. He clicks his sword back into the hilt, smirking towards you and your terrified appearance. "Scaredy cat." He ruffles you hair, laughing when you grow upset.

"What do you expect!?" He doesn't answer, looking over to Sanji, whose standing over the eel like monsters jaw.

"Hmph. What a strange beast, not sure it's even a fish." Sanji takes a drag of his cigarette, which you're surprised even stayed in his mouth.

"That octopus was like a balloon." Zoro says as the monster slowly sinks into the ocean.

"But it was moving around, it had to be a living thing." Nami said, waving her arounds around.

"Creatures must live among these clouds." You assume, shrugging while crossing your arms.

"I guess it's better to think of this as a sea." Robin says. She turns her attention towards the monster Sanji is closest too, growing confused. "What's that flat snake anyway?"

"It must be a flounder." Sanji says, moving away from the monster and back on the main deck.

"The fish here must've had to evolve to survive in the sky." Robin explains. "So, they balloon-like or flat."

You nod, watching as Luffy tries to get Sanji to cook the large fish, your attention slowly being drawn over to Chopper, whose been quiet for a while. He's sitting on the railing of the ship near the bow, shaking while gazing out binoculars. "What's wrong Chopper?" You ask, slowly moving up behind him. He doesn't answer, continuing to shake with wide eyes.

"...I-It's-" He eventually mumbles out, dropping the binoculars on the floor. He turns towards you, jumping in your arms while crying. You look concerned as he wails. "Th-there was a ship, but it's gone now!!" You awkwardly pat hi on the back, unaware what to do.

"What's gotten into you?" Sanji asks, following where he was previously looking, eyes widening at the sight. "Something coming!!" He yells, you turning to look. Just like he said, someone or something was charging towards the ship. You back away behind Sanji, Chopper clinging onto you harder as the person gets closer, his wails becoming louder.

"Stop! What do you want?!" The masked person jumps onto the boat with a woosh, their voice low and predatory.

"I'm going to get rid of you." They utter, Sanji instantly taking a defensive stance. Zoro and Luffy join him, instantly being overpowered by the stranger's capabilities, each falling to the floor.

"You wimps!! There are three of you and only one of him!!!" Nami scolds, the three struggling to stand. The masked man flips off the boat, taking out the gun behind his back and aiming it at the ship. You watch with wide eyes as another man, this one faster and more agile. He swifty pull out a sword, charging at the mask man who blocks with a shield, the impact calling him to descend into the ocean.

"He's gone." The man's voice was old and gravelly, staring at you all through his knight's helmet. Next to him was a large bird covered in poka dots. Nami's annoyed gaze travels between the man and the tree boys laying on the ground in exhaustion.

"Who was that?" She asks when looking at the man, her gaze turning sour as she looks at the boys. "And you guys are pathetic!!" They huffed, Sanji and Zoro sitting up cross-legged while Luffy laid with his arms extended outward.

Chopper jumps out of your arms, bowing towards the armored man, "Thank you for saving us." The man barely acknowledges Chopper.

"I had no choice; it was my duty." Sanji was still out of breath, his breathing labored and low.

"How could I lose like that." He questions to himself, sweating.

"That's probably because the air's so thin." Robin responded.

The man turns and looks at Robin at her words, "Are you Blue Sea people?" He asks, Nami nodding.

"Who are you again?" The man falters for a bit, before being ridged once again.

"I am the sky knight." He looks towards Luffy. "Blue Sea people live below the clouds on the Great Blue Sea. Most Blue Sea people can't tolerate these altitudes." Luffy shoots up, hitting himself on the chest.

"Okay! I'm starting to get used to it." He hits his chest a few more times, still huffing. You shake your head in embarrassment, the armored man waving his strange actions away.

Chopper looks up towards the man, furrowing is brows, "Who was the man that attacked us?" He asked. The man looked down, shaking his head. "Those unfamiliar with sky fighting are targeted by the guerrillas and become food for the sky fish."

His look hardens, "But I can save you from them. One whistle for five million extols." The crew is silent, before all tilting their heads in unison.

"What are you talking about old man?" He stumbles, nearly falling down in shock.

"Don't be stingy! That's an incredible bargain! I won't go one Extol lower! I have to make a living!" You scoff, confused.

"What's an 'extol?'" The man stares wide eyed.

"Didn't you people come by way of the peak of high west? Then you must've got here by island hopping." The man questioned, everyone becoming even more confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about, old man." Luffy replied, staring back at the man. Nami pushed past Luffy, pointing a finger at the man.

"You mean there's another way to get up here?" She asks, "And Island hopping? Is there more than one island in the sky?" The looks at her bewildered, nearly letting out a laugh.

"Don't tell me you rose that sea current!" He chuckles. "So, people with such courage still exist, eh?" Nami covers her mouth sobbing.

"So, we didn't have to ride the current." She laments, rushing over to Luffy and shaking him fervently. "We were almost killed!! We should've gotten more information!!" She cries as Luffy breaks away, pushing her back.

"The other routes are different, but they all have their perils." The old man says, explaining. "There aren't many who'd take that risk, especially these days."

The old man sighs, taking something from around his neck and throwing it on the ground. It was a whistle, it clinking to the ground quickly. "Here's one whistle. Blow it once and I will come down from the heavens to save you." he announces. He smiles, him and his steed walking towards the railing. "Take it as a gift of your courage."

"Wait" You didn't tell us your name!" Nami shouts, the man standing tall, his stead cawing.

"I am Gan Fall, the Sky Knight." He booms. "And this is Pierre, my partner." Pierre caws as Gan Fall hops on top of him. "Pierre is a bird." He says, Pierre transforming slowly. His claws becoming hooves and his body elongating. "With the power of the horse-horse fruit, he can transform into a winged horse." You gasp, the bird growing wings and hovering in the air.

Nami clasps her hands together, he eyes twinkling. "He's like a Pegasus." Gan Fall smiles, flying away as he wishes the crew a good luck.

"What a strange creature." You laugh, waving him away. "So we're...right where we started..." you sighed.

"How do we get higher up?" Luffy asks aloud, picking up the whistle from the floor and inspecting it. "Let's call the old man and ask him." Nami smacks him on the back on his head before he's able to put it in his mouth.

"Luffy, No!! Save that for an emergency!!" Luffy rubs the back of his head, groaning as he sticks his tongue out at her. He moves over towards you, leaning his head on the railing of the ship.

"Let's just sail somewhere else." Zoro suggests, Luffy only groaning dramatically like a sad child.

"Hey, look over there!" Chopper jumps up net to Luffy, who directs his gaze towards where Chopper is pointing. It was a waterfall, or what a sky version of a waterfall was anyway.

Robin stands next to Chopper, "Is it some kind of cloud?" She questions. Luffy brightens up at the sight, pointing to the waterfall. "Alright, it's decided. We'll sail toward it!" He declares.

"There's a huge cloud in our way." You point out, Luffy smiling as he backs up winding up his arm and extending it forward. You yelp as duck to avoid his fist.

"Hey! Careful Luffy!" Sanji pulls you away from the boy, whose pouting at the sight of the still present cloud.

"Hyh! My fist bounced off." He looked at his fist, puzzled. He stares for a moment longer, before gasping in surprise. Luffy grips the railing and flings himself off the ship, jumping on top the cloud like a trampoline. "Look, I'm not falling though!!" He laughs.

"Wow!!" Chopper joins, Usopp following suit and jumping onto the cloud. You giggle as they jump together on the cloud. It was heartwarming, they felt like friends, like they belonged.

"It looks like fun." You feel Robin put her arm on your back. "You should join them." She smiles, giggling as you shake your head, backing away.

"I don't want to ruin their fun." She doesn't say anything, but her smiles stays as she looks back to the three bouncing.

"Ahh...It feels so good! It's nice and warm. I could fall asleep." Luffy rubs his head into the cloud, sighing blissfully. You move back towards the mast, sitting down and reclining as the peaceful wind blows through the air.

"Hey! Go to the top and see if there's a way for the ship to get though!!" Nami yells to the three, Luffy standing up and nodding, Usopp following him.

"Luffy's there's something over that way!" Usopp point, Nami huffing in annoyance.

"A gate?" You hear Luffy ask.

"Yeah, at the bottom of the waterfall!" Usopp confirms.

The three get back onto the ship, Luffy guiding Nami towards the gate, very, very poorly. It took a while, and a lot of yelling, before the Merry was let in front of a large, sun like gate. 'Heaven's Gate.' It read.

"Does this mean we're in heaven?" Usopp shivers. You pull on his ear lightly.

"Don't say stuff like that." You murmur, the ship sailing forward closer to the gate. Luffy giggle a bit more, snorting at you annoyed expression as you enter the arch. You watch as the Merry is shrouded in darkness, spying a door right near the entrance.

"Look, someone there!" Luffy points at an old looking woman taking pictures on the ship with a camera. You silently watch as she continues to take picture after picture.

"Are you tourists, or have you come to cause trouble?" The old woman groans. As you get closer, able to see wings on her back, strange, but not the weirdest thing you've seen. "It doesn't really matter. If you want to go to the upper stratum, you'll have to pay the entrance fee of one billion Extols per person. That's the law."

There's a collective gasp at the world one billion, Nami nervously sweating. "Uh...what if we don't have any money?" Her voice wavers slightly as the old woman waves her off.

"You can pass." She says, turning back towards the door, "But that choice is entirely your own. I'm neither a gatekeeper nor a guardian." She grumbles.

"Okay? But how do we get up?" Luffy calls, the old lady looking at him through hooded eyes. You wait for a response as you feel the ground shake. You steady yourself, watching as too claws grip the side of the Merry. You hear the screams from the crew, equality as confused on what's happening.

"What just grabbed on the ship?!" Zoro was surprisingly relaxed, his brows only slightly furrowed in as she glared as the old lady.

"The famous lobster express of the White Sea." She declares. You all are lurched forward as the lobster speeds up the waterfall, spinning and turning into the heavens.

"Amazon, inspector of Heaven's Gate reporting to the omnipotent Vassals. Seven people have illegally entered Skypiea. Render heavenly judgment." The old lady smirks as she watches you travel higher and higher until you disappear into the sky.

---

The waterfall began to wind as you got higher, the intense whooshing of the wind blowing your backwards as you try to stand. "There's no way this is natural!" You scream, a hold in the clouds above you coming into view.

"It's the exit!" Usopp says as he notices it. You grab harder onto the railing you were holding on, shaking your head.

"It's not an exit! It's an entrance!" You say as you notice a sign. 'Godland Skypiea' it said, quickly passing by as your shot out, falling back onto another white ocean, finally entering Skypiea.

You quickly spot a town, Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp running onto land before even lower in the anchor.

"What about the anchor!? There's no bottom to this ocean." Zoro asks, watching Luffy run around the beach.

"Never mind that, check this out. Even the beach feels fluffy!" He sighs, relaxing into the cloud like sand as Zoro sighs at the idiot captain. Regardless, he takes the anchor and drops it off the side of the ship.

"It's like a dream." You chimed in, Sanji smiling at you as he rolls up his pants.

"Yeah, but look at them, they're so excited." He laughs, jumping into the clouds. "They're hopeless." Zoro rolls his eyes, watching as you giggle at Sanji's excitement. He feels his jaw clench at your smile, choosing to distract himself rather than watch you giggle over the dumb cook.

Joh! Joh! Joh!

"OW! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nami belts out, Zoro ripping his attention from you and towards the girl.

"Geez, I forgot to set it free." Nami huff, gripping her aching head. She notices Zoro out of the corner of her eye, "You drop the anchor?" She asks, posture calming as he nods.

"So, this is Skypiea." Robin moves towards you, catching your attention. You look away from the ocean and back towards the deck. Both Robin and Nami have changed into something more fitting for the setting, Robin in a loose tank while Nami sported a bikini top.

Nami smiles, looking down at Robin and you from her higher spot on the ship. "Yeah, and that's the name on the map Luffy found." She shows Robin. "Honestly, I didn't even believe it actually would exist." Nami rolls the map back up and stuffs it in her pocket, jumping out of the ship, giddy at the comforting feeling.

"But here we are! It's real!" She cried. Robin moved away from you and walking higher up, eyeing Zoro with her hands behind her back.

"What about you?" She asks him as he leans against the railing.

"I'm going ashore too." He confirms before sparing a quick glace towards you. Realistically, you could stay on the ship, it was probably the safest, and you didn't really look like you wanted to leave. The last island you were on, you watched him and Luffy get beat up by some idiot and he did nothing about it, so he understands you apprehension.

"So, sailing the seas and exploring new islands, is your idea of adventure? I never thought about it that way." His attention is again torn away from you, and Zoro is starting to become annoyed. He doesn't answer before jumping into the clouds.

Robin watches, turning to you when's he's out of her sight. "And you?" She asks as you jump in surprise. "You should come along." She says, and it sounded more like a demand then a suggestion.

"I think I'm go-"

"(Y/N)! Robin!! Come on!!" You're interrupted by Luffy waving towards you. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you move up towards Robin. You anxiously take a look below you, Robin holding out her hand to you.

"We can go in together." She offers, you thinking for a moment before slowly taking her hand. The two of you jump into the ocean of clouds, Robin surprisingly missing the warmth of your hand as you rush towards the beach.

The energy on the beach was chaotic, Luffy hanging off a tree while Usopp yells towards him and as Chopper plays in the sand. Nami stretches, warming herself in the sun. "We can finally relax; it's been so long since I went to the beach." She sings. You laugh, taking a seat next to Chopper and giggling as he rolls in the sand.

"Hey, Nami! Flower." Sanji crouches near a bush filled with floor as Luffy and the others goof around. She ignores his swooning, pointing at a pavilion touched away to the side.

"Chopper, look. What's that?" Chopper turns, gasping at the sight.

"It looks like a pavilion." He runs towards it, Nami following him as he sinks into the chair. You, now alone, watch the clouds pull into the beach like a tide, feeling a small shuffling near your legs.

"Huh. A fox?" You pet its head, it nuzzling into your hand as you do so. Luffy watches from his spot in the palm tree, jewing on a strange looking fruit.

A sound of a harp cascades down the beach, drawing your eyes away from the animal to a hill in the distance. "Look, a person!" Sanji points to the hill, everyone turning their head. "Wait!! It's an angel!!" He gasps.

"Heso." A strange sound leaves her mouth as she continues to strum the harp. She walks down the hill, the fox leaving your side and running up to her. "Good Su!" She pats the fox's head. "Did you come from the Blue Sea." She asks. Luffy jumps down from his tree, standing tall in front of her with the strange fruit he was jewing on in hand.

"We flew up in our ship. Do you live here?" She nods.

"This is Angel Beach in Skypiea." She noticed the fruit he was holding. "Do you like the Conash?" She takes it from Luffy, using as knife from her bag to open up a hole in the top. "The top of the shell is as hard as a rock. It's no use biting it." She places a straw through the hole, handing it back to Luffy.

Su jumps into her arms as Luffy sips the fruit. "I am Conis." She introduces herself. Now that's she closer, you're able to see the wings and antenna adorning her body. She seemed nice, Sun hanging in arms and cuddling into her.

Sanji swoons at the sight of the girl. "You could melt a man's heart with that look." He says before Nami pulls him out of the way by his ear.

"We have a lot of questions." She throws Sanji to the ground, uncaring. "All of this is very strange to us."

"I'd be glad to answer them." Conis smiles as the sound of revving is heard from the ocean. Conis turns, eyeing a man on a strange machine and grinning. "Oh, that's my father!"

Luffy stands toward the cloud, slurping on his drink. "What's that think he's riding!?" Conis's father closes in on the beach quickly, clouds billowing behind him.

"Oh, you mean the waver?" She responded, stepping away quickly as her father runs straight into a palm tree, the waver crashing onto the beach.

"Is anyone hurt...?" He mumbles in pain, wobbling up slowly.

Nami swore she recognized he machine, bounding up to Luffy. "Didn't you salvage something like that." Luffy nods, too concerned with his drink. "Noland mentioned them in his diary, boats that run without wind!!"

"These friends of yours, Conis?" The man was now upright, grabbing onto the waver and pulling it up. Conis looks back, nodding.

"Yes father, I just met them. They're from the Blue Sea." The man nodded in understanding.

"I see. Then they must feel rather lost. You've reached the White-White Sea." He informed. "Pardon me, I should've introduced myself. I am Pagaya."

"What were you doing out in the sea?" You ask him, Pagaya pulling out a lobster from a giant vase on his back.

"I was just out fishing for the finest catch in the White-White Sea, a sky lobster. Won't you come and enjoy the bounty with us?" He offers.

Luffy throws his hands in the air, nearly dropping his drink. "Really!? Sure, we'll come!!" He booms. Sanji laughs, a smile adorning his lips at the mention of cooking.

"Skypiean cuisine, eh? Let me help you cook!" Pagaya lets out a very fatherly laugh, playing the lobster back into the vase. Nami calls out to him, kneeling near the waver.

"Can I ask you something first, how does this operate?" She asks, inspecting the waver.

"Oh, you must not know what a dial is." Conis interrupted. "Would you like to try?" Nami can't answer as Luffy races towards the waver.

"Yeah! Yeah! Let me try!" Luffy begs, Conis laughing at his desperation. She leads him to the sea, showing him where the Excelleration is before he vrooms off.

"Wah!! You did it!!" Chopper watches Luffy speeds on the clouds. He starts off pretty well, before he starts to wobble and lose control. He attempts to stop the shaking, before falling off, the waver tumbling away.

You hear Conis gasp, "Oh no! I hope he's not hurt!" She cries, Pagaya just as concerned. Chopper spares a panicked glance between Zoro and Sanji, both who look perfectly fine.

"I wonder if people with Devil Fruit powers sink in this Sea like they do in water?" Sanji wonders aloud while lighting a cigarette.

Zoro shrugs. "Well, it's not like the normal Sea, maybe he'll float."

He in fact, did not float.

---

"I almost fell through the cloud..." Luffy groaned, being dragged to shore by Zoro. Sanji scoffs, giving an annoyed look to Zoro.

"Well, if it wasn't for someone standing around saying stupid stuff, this wouldn't have happened." Zoro growls, shooting the cook an equally angry look.

"It was my fault for allowing a novice to try!" Pagaya attempt to calm the two down, waving his hands. "Wavers are built very light for the sake of speed, but even a small wave can send them out of control." He explained.

"Is it that difficult? I want to try too." Chopper says as Conis gives him a nervous look, explaining the difficulty.

"Hey!" Usopp yells suddenly. "They're riding it!!'

Out on the sea was you and Nami, her driving the waver while you attached herself to the back. If you were being honest, you wanted to try the machine the first time you saw it but didn't know when to speak up. You saw Nami attempting to ride it, and you asked if you could tag along.

"She's amazing, I can't believe my eyes!!" Pagaya shouts while Luffy stares slack-jawed.

"How come she ride it?!" Luffy stares, mainly at you and your bright smile. You looked so happy riding around on the waver, your arms wrapped around Nami's waist and for a second, Luffy imagined if your arms were wrapped around him instead.

"Hey, Nami, (Y/N)! We're going to the man's house now! Hurry up and get off!" Luffy yells, annoyed. Sanji hits his head, trying to hear your giggles as you rush across the waves. "Get off right now!!" Luffy continues.

"You guys go ahead, can we ride a little bit longer, mister?!" Nami yells. Pagaya nods, Nami speeding off quickly, ignoring the protests of Luffy as you laugh happily.

"It's no fair..." Luffy pouts, watching you ride away.

---

"Usopp you idiot!!"

"Now press the apex of the shell."

"What's the apex?'

"The top of the shell."

"Usopp, you idiot!!" The shell repeated, Luffy gasping with wide eyes.

"Amazing. It recorded sound." Zoro gaped. "Is this shell a dial?" Conis nodded, moving to the balcony and watching the waves.

"Yes, it's a tone dial. It's a shellfish that live in the White-White Sea that can record and reproduce sounds." She explains. "We mostly use them to record music."

"I though the White-White Sea had no seafloor?" Zoro questioned.

"We get them from the Sandbars around the reefs." He nods.

Robin takes a look at the dial. "So, this is a dial, but I still don't understand how a waver moves."

Conic takes another dial from a shelf. "We use these to propel our wavers only larger versions." She shows them the dial, this one looking more like a conch. "This is a wind dial."

Luffy takes the dial and blows some wind into Usopp's face. Conics laughs at them, "I can barely handle a waver myself, but they can also propel skates and boards and all sorts of things." She laughs.

"I wanna ride the waver." Luffy sighed, leaning on the balcony. "We even have one."

"But ours is old and beat up. After 200 years, I doubt it'll run." Usopp tries to comfort Luffy as he watches Nami and You ride the waver.

"As long as it remains intact, it should function." Conis says, a gasp bellowing all throughout the room.

"Really?" Luffy begs while getting side eyed by Usopp.

"But it probably won't work, Luffy." He deflates, Conis apologizing for the issue.

"She's so lucky..." Luffy cries as he continues to watch Nami drive you around the waves. Conis moves back into the building where Robin, Chopper, and Zoro are relaxing while trying out different dials. Currently, they were trying out a lamp dial, a dial that would collect light and then light up a room.

"Wow! The shell lights up!" Chopper gaped. Conis bounds up, her hands behind her back as she explains the device.

"The civilization of Skypiea owes much to dial power. There are also flam dials that preserve heat, scent dials that retain smells, vision dials that archive pictures and many other kinds." Conis says, clearly happy to share her peoples histories. The pirates listen as Sanji bursts through the room, gasping.

"What's the matter?" Pagaya asks worried. Sanji spits his tongue out, disgusted.

"This sky-colored sauce is too weird! My tongue's gone numb!" He continues to spit out the taste from his mouth. Pagaya gawks, grabbing the bottle from him and throwing it away.

"Oh, sorry. That's spoiled." Pagaya apologizes and Sanji groans while he picks up plates filled with food, laying them down on to the dining table.

"Dinner is served." He declared. Luffy and Usopp both rushed to their seats, shoving the food into their mouths like it was going to be taken away from them.

"Hey! Where'd Nami and (Y/N) go!?" Sanji was on the balcony, gazing at the sea. "I don't see them." He squinted, attempting to make you out.

Luffy spared him a glace while munching on lobster. "They probably went out a little farther." Sanji doesn't respond, his gaze unmoving.

"Father...I hope they're alright." Conis moved towards her father, his face covered in worry.

"Yes, I have a bad feeling about this Conis." He replied. Luffy turns his attention to the two, raising a brow.

"What's wrong?"

Conic gulps, visibly uncomfortable. "In Skypiea, there is one place you must never go, no matter what." She stares. "It borders our island so it's easy to reach on a waver."

You and Nami stare, eyes wide at the gigantic trees in front of you. No sound is heard other than the forest in front of you.

"It's the Upper Yard, the Domain of God's Army."

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🪐 no celestial ; kanallen

— chapter six

"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.

Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.

But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."

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genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

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Weeks kept going by, as Kanata was slowly getting accustomed to the hectic life of the city. He was learning how things worked there, how humans worked. As he wasn't used to being around people to begin with, living with Suzaku and his friends had never seemed to be appealing to him: actually, it felt absolutely atrocious in the first few days. They were noisy, annoying, and the redhead's friends were constantly nagging the boy to do the dishes, clean his room and stuff like that; although he absolutely hated them for never being quiet, he had to agree his current roommate's bedroom was a literal mess, as there were clothes and records scattered everywhere and his bed was never tidied up, the redhead always in front of that glowing screen making music.

Sometimes he also joined him, creating his own pieces of art coming from his broken heart, thinking that could've helped him ease the pain, at least a little bit. He still thought he deserved to die, but that boy was preventing him to do that without even realizing it: Kanata didn't understand why he wanted to take care of him so bad, always trying to look through him with those red eyes burning with passion, with life. The angel just thought he pitied him like everyone else would and he hated it, but still... his heart was getting warmer and warmer each day, to the point it hurt, beating so loud in his chest that he could hear it in his own ears; he always had to put his hand on it to shut it up.

Thankfully, the trio wasn't always home, as they were busy with their studies and their Hip-hop career: whenever one of those days came, Kanata would just spend his time chilling on the bed, looking at the ceiling and reminiscing about good memories with Nayuta; when the thoughts would start getting grim, he'd just compose music by himself, letting himself and his unspoken words free through the notes. He never really thought about going out, almost considering that apartment like some safe haven, and they wouldn't let him go take a walk by himself anyways, since he didn't know where to go.

Until one afternoon.

Kanata really thought he needed some fresh air, being the little stray cat he was: he felt safe in there, but suffocated. Those humans probably underestimated him, who had wandered through the streets ever since he was small. He put his sneakers on and left with soft steps.

The streets weren't particularly crowded there, as it was mostly a residential area with just a few convenience stores here and there. He sighed softly, enjoying the breeze and silence under the setting sun, while sipping on a cheap drink he had bought with the pocket money the trio gave him. He had said multiple times he didn't want that, already grateful enough they gave him a roof to live under, but they were just too stubborn and handed him some anyways. Just in case.

"Ugh, these rich snots... they just keep treating me like a kid" he said to himself, while crushing the can with his hand.

He walked around for a while, until he stopped by an almost empty square, finding it the perfect place to rest before going home. He noticed a group of boys not too far from him hanging out but he didn't care about them, sitting on the opposite side and closing his eyes to enjoy the quietude.

Only for a while.

"Hey, little bastard over there! Ya hear me?"

Fucking hell. He knew something was going to go wrong. He just opened one eye, looking towards the little gang with no interest whatsoever for a mere second, then closing it again.

"What, are you deaf?! I'm talkin' to you!" Kanata felt one of the guys, probably the leader, coming towards him. He sighed, already pissed off that someone was bothering him on such a nice day. He fully turned to him, looking at him straight in the eye while still sitting: "What."

The thugs laughed upon that question, trying to intimidate him. "Don't ya know this is our place? You're not invited. Get the fuck outta here" the leader spoke again, acting all high and mighty. The way they were trying to scare him away was annoying Kanata so much. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into, but he still did his best to keep his calm and avoid sending them flying. It wasn't worth it.

"Tsk... annoyin'."

Rolling his eyes, he got up. He wasn't planning to back off, having gotten himself into these kinds of situations many times before, in Heaven. He wasn't scared of them at all, no matter how tall and big they were.

"Ya wanna get your pretty face smashed?" the leader snickers, cracking his knuckles, "You're gonna get really hurt... weakling."

That single word grinded Kanata's gears, as he remembered all the abuse, all the pain he and his brother had received during their childhood from those shitty adults who only cared about showing them who was more powerful between them. "Don't you... fuckin' call me that..." he eyed the gang with an icy cold stare, growling and slowly making a fist, ready to punch that fucker. He was trying so hard to keep his anger at bay, but he felt his sanity go away more and more. His mind told him to stop, but his heart... his heart only saw red.

"Aw, Shortie is gonna cry! So cute!" the gang said, mocking him. They got closer and closer, eventually enclosing themselves around him. This was too much. Kanata suddenly felt something rising from deep inside of him, a weird energy fueling his feelings. He was so close to snapping, when his demeanor suddenly changed.

"Y'all better not want to fuck with me."

A voice octaves lower than his usual left his mouth, his once moonlight and galaxy colored hair and eyes were completely black, and a shadow of his black wings was visible on the ground. He had no idea what was going on but he didn't stop, he couldn't resist that. The snake had spilled its venom right into his veins and it felt so damn good.

The thugs immediately backed out as their faces turned pale from the panic. They ran away, muffled curses and screaming heard in the background. By the time the sun was entirely set, Kanata was back to normal, panting hard. He wanted to make sense of what came over him, but he couldn't think at all: he was feeling exhausted and his head was spinning, his body feeling almost feverish. He fainted, falling on the ground of that now deserted square.

"Aaah, I finally got it! This limited edition record was so hard to find!!" Allen was excitedly running down the streets, over the moon after yet another too pricey purchase. He was probably being a bit too hyper about it and people were definitely side-eyeing him but he didn't care, as he hugged the vinyl close to his chest. "Anne and Hajun are getting home later today, so I'll be listening to it with Kanata... I'm so excited about it! He's gonna love it!" he said, immediately smiling at the thought. He was a tough and unfriendly guy, but Allen was so happy to see him getting more and more passionate about Hip-hop every day: he knew about the healing powers of music, and Kanata did seem more peaceful when making music, or simply listening to it. He was glad he could help that boy, even if he still didn't know what happened to him to get to that point; Allen really wanted to know, but he'd be waiting for the other to speak up. He was doing his best to turn into a reliable and trustworthy friend for him, simply showing him that he was ready to listen.

Too immersed into his own thoughts, he didn't realize he took a different route, ending up in a place so emptied of people that almost looked abandoned. He looked around for a bit, trying to recognize where he was, until he saw a familiar boy laying on the ground slightly far from him. White long locks and a snake decorated jacket. He dropped his bag.

"Kanata!!"

Panting, Allen finally reached their apartment with the boy in his arms. He had already checked if his heart was beating, but he just couldn't calm down: he wondered what happened, for how long he'd been laying there like that. He carefully placed him on the couch and took a chair to sit next to him. He couldn't leave him alone, his mind occupied by any possible bad thought about this entire situation. He touched Kanata's forehead and it was burning hot, compared to how cold his body is usually. "Does he have a fever...?" he mumbled, preparing a wet cloth to place there and then he just sat, waiting.

Anxiety was devouring him more each second that passed, until he saw the boy's body trembling. He tossed and turned, groaning in pain. Allen was getting even more worried when he noticed a weird dark glow around Kanata, who was now blabbering frantically.

"I wish... I could be as pure as you were..."

The redhead rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was real, but he was left even more confused when he came to the conclusion that it was really happening. He didn't move one inch from there, though. He wasn't afraid of him.

"Who are you, Kanata...?"

With a gasp, Kanata opened his eyes again, seemingly back to normal. He immediately sat, scanning his surroundings and finding the other boy giving him a small, reassuring smile, although at the same time he looked like he really wanted, no, needed answers. He couldn't even look at him anymore, as a part of him felt guilty for not telling him sooner. What was he even going to say, now? Suzaku was a mere human. He would've never accepted that he was a celestial creature, right? He looked at his lap in thought, still avoiding those fire colored eyes.

"I'm not gonna ask what happened" the other guy started, his voice soft, "but just know that I'm here and I'm ready to listen to you, your story... anything."

Kanata felt horrible. He really had to come clean, no matter the outcome; he knew he'd be back to being alone in the streets right after this conversation, but he thought he couldn't lie to the redhead. He'd been too good to the angel. Maybe it was for the better, he pondered: after that, he'd finally be able to die as he originally had planned. So he took a deep breath, turning to the guy, looking at him straight in the eye.

"I... I'm a fallen angel."

Black wings appeared behind him, big and majestic. Suzaku was shocked, but still stood there, not looking intimidated at all. Instead, he got closer to him, looking at him in adoration.

"You're so pretty..." the redhead whispered to him, and Kanata felt his stare falter, dropping his gaze somewhere else as he blushed. The wings disappeared. His heart was a mess, again feeling like a bomb about to explode. That guy always managed to make things more complicated, as Kanata kept feeling things in his chest that both hurt and made him feel good.

"You... you should be scared of me..." the angel said, getting up from the couch and moving away from him to try to hide himself from the other boy, "I'm not some stupid human! How can you act like this is okay?!"

He saw Suzaku looking at him with a soft gaze as he smiled, "Man, this sure is new to me" he said as he also got up and reached the angel, "But I'm not afraid of you... I know you're not evil so I don't have to worry."

"You're unbelievably foolish." Kanata replied, astounded by how stupid and accepting the other was. He knew at this point he couldn't do anything to intimidate that guy anymore, as he really had no ill intentions after all. He just audibly sighed.

"I'm fallen, ya hear me? I can fuck you up."

"I'll keep that in mind, then."

The guy let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. And then, he suddenly got serious, looking at Kanata with a worried expression.

"Um, Kanata..." he took a breath before continuing, "Back when you were dreaming, it seemed like... you were in an unimaginable amount of pain. The same pain I felt in the first song you made. I wonder if I can help you..."

"There's nothin' a human like you can fix." Kanata stopped him, not wanting to hear a single word more. He knew that warmth spreading in his chest when he was with the redhead was only temporary. That boy couldn't fix such a damaged heart.

The other muttered a "I'm sorry" before going back to his usual self. But before Suzaku was able to speak again, a black smoke with hints of orange appeared in a dark corner of the living room, floating. As the two boys turned around, a voice crept in.

"Oh boy, what kinda mess are you causin' over here?~"

Kanata's eyes widened. He knew that voice too well. That demon had been helping the twins a long time ago, he didn't really think he would get to hear nor see him ever again.

"Suiseki-san... what are you doing here?"

#🪐; no celestial #paradox live #paralive #kanallen #allenkana #allen sugasano #kanata yatonokami #paradox live fanfiction #it's been 84 years ...... i'm finally back !!#it's shocking revelations time (that don't have an explanation yet but. soon)#i hope you guys enjoy and pls lmk your thoughts with rbs and asks 💜 thank you for waiting hehe #(gonna publish this on ao3 asap i prommy)

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okay so omg, you’re like my fav writer rn and i trust you with this idea!! imagine allura’s best friend or just someone who kinda swore to protect her, being there with coran when allura dies, and she kind of starts to build a relationship with lance since theyre both mourning the loss of someone they loved, and then they end up falling for each other, but reader is self conscious of the fact that she’s basically the closest thing lance get to allura and during argument about this he accidentally calls her allura? maybe hurt/comfort :,D

Hi, I am so sorry that this took me forever, thank you for your patience. I love your ideas, this was so amazing to write! thank you for putting in such a good request, an opportunity to practice less flowery scenarios. As always I hope you have an awesome day, thank you! ♡

Lance x Reader - Wounds

Left with pale, glittering ashes pouring from your palms, Allura faded past, leaving but only blurry lavender in her wake. Your once beating heart paused forever, drowned by an all-consuming numbness. This plain, this place, it couldn't be real, could it? This was just a haunting dream, plaguing your sleep but surely, you’d awaken soon. You said goodbye, but yet it didn't feel like the words came out your mouth. You weren't here, this wasn't happening. A hand weighed on your shoulder, grasping tightly, pulling you back. Coran faced you, eyes streaming with tears. Very real tears.

The weeks following her passing were but a blur. A haze of hurt and loss, pure and utter despair. Many nights spent soaked in tears, curling in towards the giant hole that lay inside you, a vital piece removed. Allura’s death devastated the whole team, cutting deeper than any blade they had faced. But even so, a wound must heal and after months passed by, season after season, they pushed forward. Allura would want them to. She would want you to. But all her dreams, all her plans, her smile. She wouldn't be there! You clutched the fabric of your shirt, trying to pull your heart out. Hot tears Buring down your face, body folded in misery. In the dark of your room lay someone crying, their breaths quick and choked, their face sticky in tears and snot. Her brave warrior, now weeping.

Light cut through the dusk, piercing through the stygian of your room. Illuminating your wide, glossy eyes, crimson face and messy hair. The blue paladin gazed to you, mouth crinkling into a trembling frown. It seems you were not the only one.

Your arms hung from a railing; face pointed towards the window before you. By now the Garrison had become familiar. You made somewhat of an effort to talk to people, being taught the ways of earth. So many things you would’ve loved for Allura to see. As her first knight you often brought her flowers from meadows, she’d marvel at each one, expressing how much she’d want to be a knight like yourself. The memory was bittersweet, just one of the many reminders your mind plagued you with.

“Morning” A voice spoke. Stood behind you was Lance, clad in his tangerine uniform with two coffee mugs.

He stood beside you and peered at the barren land outside. “Got any jobs to do today?” he asked, gaze still facing the window. You focused on the warm mug in your hands, your face reflecting back from the mahogany drink.

“Just training with a pilot...James Griffon, I think it was” You replied quietly, blowing at the steam.

“Boo, he’s the worst” His face scrunched into a displeased look, causing you to laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, total jerk” He shook his head, smiling.

Despite becoming quite comfortable on earth, your duties often called to Altea. Your hair was threaded by the winds, eyes peering up towards the statue of your princess. The day was bright, birds humming in spring, blossoms fluttering all around. After many seasons flew by you felt yourself start to heal, clutching your chest whilst gazing in pure admiration. She was a warrior, a leader, being her guard was most honorable, but being her closet Ally was even more so.

“You seem in a good mood today” Lance padded towards you; hands dipped in his pockets.

“I can’t be sad on such a nice day” You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. A flurry of petals blew past, dancing around your warm face. Lance felt his heart swell. A feeling he had ripped away from him. It was surprising, he tried to push such emotions down but being near you felt like this place, now, decorated in spring and sun. You were warm. And he had been cold for so long time.

Ink was poured into the sky, devouring every last slither of light until all that lay was an open darkness. A void filled by countless glittering stars, small wishes far, far away. You had become familiar with earths only moon, her pearly face watching over you. Being trained to withstand late operations, your inner clock had become accustomed to the night, but now you hadn't a reason to stay awake. Instead of patrolling you sat posed outside, admiring the twilight like a painting.

“Thats the little dipper over their” His finger pointed towards a cluster of stars.

“You humans are so strange, giving names to the stars” You laughed, wrapping yourself further into the blanket.

“You think so?” He cocked his head, lending you a gentle smile.

“It's kind of cute...” you murmured, raising your head towards the moon.

It had been two years since her passing, since then much has changed. As the paladins ventured of to their own endeavors you chose to stick by Lance, visiting his farm from time to time and helping with tours of Altea. You had grown to be good friends, good friends when close to each other felt their hearts race and cheeks warm, good friends that would often make flirty comments (Mainly Lance), good friends that shared a passionate kiss.

“Y/N...”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

He pressed his lips against your own, pressing his palm atop your hand. You pushed towards him, heart drumming beneath your chest. He had fallen for the Princess’s guard, heart once again swept up by someone so different.

Since that moonlit night, you and lance were official. Sharing even more kisses and hugs. You were delighted, you adored him and all he was. Someone so bright lighting up your once dim world. But despite this, despite this burning passion. His eyes. They gazed into yours with immense fondness, just as they gazed into hers. You remember sitting in Allura's room, braiding her mane of lavender, listening to all her stories and woes.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you” She spun round, delicate hand placed upon your own. Her cheeks were painted crimson, eyes shimmering like ocean waves. “Lance and I...”

“I know”

She looked up in surprise, faced with your warm smile.

Since then, she would always gush to you about everything he said, despite not having the same reaction in front of him.

“Oh Y/N, he said my eyes looked like the stars”

“Lance told me my hair was very soft”

“He said he’s so lucky to be my boyfriend”

You were so happy for her, seeing the once straight and stressed princess now turned to a little girl blushing and giggling over the smallest things. You thought about this whilst sitting in your bed alone, heart swelled with fluttery love only to sink as your best friend wasn't there to hear it. But it didn't matter anyway, she probably had heard all of these things before. He told you your eyes were like stars, your hair was silky and smooth and how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend, a smart and powerful girl, with the added bonus of being beautiful. Just like Allura. His starstruck gaze was the same he faced Allura with. She was first. She was the young newfound romance; you were the record the replayed the story. The closest thing to the original, but still not Allura.

“We have to go back to the earth! My family is waiting!” Lance reasoned. Each trip to Altea you found you yearning to stay, feeling so at home in this new world.

“We’re always on earth! Can't your farm wait for just a couple more days?” You begged. You loved the simple farm life of earth but were always bound to the stars.

“No, we can’t” he crossed his arms, eyes darkening.

“don't you miss exploring space? Seeing the universe”

“If you wanted to go space exploring then you should’ve gone off with Keith!”

“Lance, these are my people, the need me!”

“Allura, I need you!”

Silence befell the room, consuming all previous shouting, only leaving waves of regret in its wake.

“Y/N I-”

“Lance she’s gone!” tears spilled form your eyes. “And no matter how badly you miss her I’ll never be her!” you cried.

“I’ll never be Allura!”

“I know that...” his voice trembled, face staring at the ground. “I know...” his fists were clenched and his form was quivering. You couldn't stand it.

That once healed scar now lay as an open wound, bleeding out, blood painting the floors scarlet. Vulnerable to infections and disease. It had been so long since you felt like this. As if an organ were removed from your body. In lay a spear. One which lance had thrown.

"No, you don't"

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Wizard of the Wood | 29 | Let's Go Home

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Essie stood there panting, completely and utterly exhausted. The moment the last teleportation sigil faded, banishing the last member of the five assailants who dared threaten her and her friend, Essie allowed herself to collapse to her knees and breathe a sigh of relief.

Rylir, numb from watching the entire encounter, mirrored Essie, collapsing to his knees and then leaning against her neck. He closed his eyes and felt the rate of her heart slowing with each passing moment.

When her heartrate slowed to her usual, rhythmic pace, Rylir glanced up from where he sat on her collar bone and smiled, more to himself than to her.

“You did it,” he muttered thoughtfully. Essie sighed, hand instinctually reaching up and grasping at Rylir’s boot.

“It certainly seems that way,” she replied. Essie coughed a few times before clearing her throat and spitting out a glob of coagulated blood and gathered snot. “Apologies. That was utterly repulsing and undignified.”

It wasn’t funny in the slightest, but there was something about the encounter mixed with Essie’s response that Rylir found absolutely hilarious. What started as a chuckle quickly spread to a raging laughter. Essie, confused by Rylir’s laughing, suddenly felt a chuckle of her own rising up in her voice. The contagion of laughter had taken them both by surprise, and soon both of them were laughing or giggling until Rylir broke first.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I don’t know why that was so funny,” he said. “It’s just… we… we almost got beat by those five and then you oh so formally apologize immediately after. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t be,” sighed Essie as she caught her breath. “It’s a… it’s good – to laugh I mean.” Rylir leaned back and gave Essie’s jaw, which was right above him, a playful shove.

“Since when did you think laughter was a good thing?” he teased. Essie, with delicate precision, reached up and snagged Rylir’s leg in between her thumb and forefinger and pulled him away from the safety of her shoulder, dangling him upside down for a few seconds as she held him up to her eye level.

“Just now,” she smiled. “And I couldn’t have done it witho-”

“BE GONE, BEAST!” howled a sudden voice from far down below. Essie glanced over her left shoulder and noticed a group of three dozen, give or take a few here and there, gathered together with none other than spears, torches, and pitchforks. Essie sighed and glanced at Rylir, who was still dangling upside down.

“What say you, Rylir?” asked Essie. “Should the both of us go?”

“YOU HEARD US! BE GONE SORCERER OF FANGED RIDGE! TAKE YOUR PRIZE AND LEAVE US IN PEACE!” One of the bold townsfolk shouted at Essie.

“Wait! Wait!” called Rylir to the people far below. “I can explain everything. Don’t hurt her!” Essie rolled her eyes and sighed as she rotated her wrist for Rylir to stand on rather than dangle upside down.

“They’re not interested in conversation, Rylir,” stated Essie quietly before turning her eyes to the crowd. She continued to speak as she rose to her feet. “It’s a pity, don’t you think? Here I am protecting them and then they come here accusing me of taking you as my prize. Very well, we’ll…”

“Essie! Wait, this might be the best chance we have at rescuing my friend, Ven,” reminded Rylir, clambering over Essie’s palm to steady himself against her thumb. Essie glanced at him, watching him curiously for a brief moment.

“You want me to ask for your friend for ransom for saving their town?” asked Essie as she kept her back to the crowd. The look on Rylir’s face could only mean yes, followed by a pretty please. Essie groaned and turned back to the gathered crowd while she examined the faces of the terrified townsfolk.

The moment her eyes fell on them, all of the people of the town flinched and stepped back away from Essie.

“You want me to take my prize and leave you in peace?” asked Essie, directing her attention to the individual who had dared to speak to her before. “Then I am going to need more than this.” Essie once again pinched Rylir’s leg and rotated her wrist, letting Rylir dangle upside down. “I require another tribute before I can leave. Do this and I will not only leave you town alone, but I will also endeavor to protect. Do this and I will not only leave you town alone, but I will also endeavor to protect your town from further evil as I did earlier today.”

All of their eyes widened as they attempted to scurry away from her gaze. The boldest, most daring among them raised his voice again.

“WE WILL NOT SURRENDER ANY OF OUR PEOPLE TO YOU!” he shouted.

“I don’t want any of you,” clarified Essie. “I need someone different – detached. I am not without heart. I know you have families, but not all of you do. Bring me a Nomad and I will leave you in peace and continue to protect your home from evil.”

Essie glanced at Rylir who wriggled convincingly as e pretended to struggle while he was upside down. The people of the town glanced at one another uneasily and discussed the topic among themselves before the one spoke to Essie once again.

“IF WE DO THIS, YOU WILL LEAVE US IN PEACE? IF WE DO THIS, GIVE YOU ONE OF THE NOMADS, THEN YOU WILL HELP PROTECT OUR TOWN? HOW DO WE KNOW WE CAN TRUST YOU?”

“My word is my bond. As your legends say, a sorcerer is bound to their word for now and all eternity,” replied Essie, who ceremoniously dipped her fingers into one of her wounds and, in an act of pantomime, drew a small “x” over her heart. “There. I am bound to my word.”

“AND… THIS NOMAD…”

“I want Ven. He owes me a debt,” replied Essie. The townspeople shuddered, fretting what it meant to have to owe a debt to a sorcerer, especially one who was a giant.

“SO… WE… GIVE YOU VEN… AND YOU LEAVE US ALONE?”

Essie nodded and rotated her wrist, so Rylir was once again upright. Three of the villagers ran off back to the town in great haste. They waited for what felt like an hour as Essie sat peacefully, Rylir sitting patiently in her hand. There were obvious mutterings among the people, and Essie could hear their obvious confusion as to why she wasn’t attacking them.

Perhaps one day they would all come to see reason, but now was neither the time nor place.

Essie and Rylir watched as the three returned with the Nomad, Ven, in tow. Ven, scraggly and unkempt, was panicked beyond words as he was dragged forward and then deposited in front of Essie. Essie carefully picked up the terrified Nomad before giving a nod of acknowledgment to the people and then retreating back to the tree line.

Essie placed Ven and Rylir together, allowing Rylir to explain everything that had happened and that he was not actually being sacrificed to the Sorcerer of Fanged Ridge.

While the two of them spoke, Essie tended to her wounds and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything, for the first time in a long time, felt alright. Essie allowed herself to breathe as she listened to Rylir say his good-byes to his friend. He returned to Essie’s side and waited patiently for her to lower her hand for him.

“I thought you might want to go with your friend,” muttered Essie, to which Rylir could only give a sassy smirk.

“I am,” he said. “Now, let’s go home.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

With that, the two of them were off back to Essie’s home to have a well-earned rest.

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Final

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One Shot | Wizard of the Wood

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Ask Me Anything

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AN: A quick little Drabble for a friend of mine. Bucky might not be a viable option irl, but at least he’s there in fiction.

Word count: 1k ish

Pairing: Bucky x Fat Reader

CW: Angst, Ill health (physical), mental health issues (depression), medical fat phobia/systemic fat bias, American Healthcare System (that’s definitely a warning), Hurt/comfort

“Hey, babe!”

Bucky walked through the door, happy that another day was over and that he was coming home to you, the woman he loved. He placed his keys down in the bowl and hung up his jacket.

“Sweetheart?”

It was unusual that you didn’t immediately come running and fling yourself into his arms. He started to panic for a second, all sorts of scenarios running through his head. You should be here; you were currently signed off work due to your illness so he couldn’t think you’d be anywhere else. He cocked his head, listening, and then he heard it, the faintest of sniffs.

He walked down the hallway to the den and carefully opened the door. Although the sofa was facing away from him, he could see that you were lying on it, wrapped in your favourite blanket. The overhead light was off, only the waning light from the afternoon sun illuminating the room.

You held your phone in front of your face, watching something on the screen with a glazed, dead-eyed stare. An empty bag of chips lay on your stomach, your hand absently searching inside for any remaining fragments.

It was evident to him that something had gone wrong with your day. You’d freely admitted when the two of you had started dating that your mental health was fragile, but if you’d thought that would scare him off you were sorely mistaken. He opened up to you about his own struggles and one of the reasons you worked well together is that you looked out for each other, could spot the other spiralling before they’d started to notice themselves. You reminded each other to take your medication, and held each other, without judgement when it all just got too much.

You’d needed him more recently. Your current illness, and the side effects that came with it, were making it even more difficult for you to keep on an even keel. You weren’t able to do the things you could normally, and having to admit you couldn’t carry out your job at this moment in time was a blow to your self-esteem.

Bucky loved you, and that’s why he hated to see you like this. You were normally so full of life, so bubbly and up-beat; his ray of sunshine. You, and he, we’re just waiting for your upcoming surgery, that would hopefully fix the problem so you could return to your normal life.

Bucky took a further step into the den.

“Hey, doll, what’s up?”

You turned to look at him, a fake smile plastered on your face, but it only lasted a second before your lower lip wobbled and your whole face crumpled, giving way to ragged sobs.

Bucky raced around to kneel next to the sofa, wrapping his arms around you and you pressed your face into his shoulder. You sobbed loudly, your body wracked with shudders, both of you uncaring about snot you were rubbing into his sweater. Bucky rocked you gently, his left hand stroking over your head.

“Ssh, ssh, baby. It’s okay, I’m here. It’ll be alright. I promise…”

Bucky held you, until your sobs reduced to hiccups and you slowly raised your head up and looked up into his eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then grabbed a paper tissue from the box on the coffee table and wiped your face, then passed you another so you could blow your nose.

He eased you up slightly so he could slide his body under your head, before taking hold of you hand, twining your fingers together.

“Wanna talk about it?” He didn’t want to push, he knew you’d talk if and when you were ready.

“They…the surgery… they said they won’t do my procedure… I’m too fat…”

He could see the tears trying to spill out of your eyes as you told him. And he was filled with rage. Rage at the systemic fat phobia and fat bias. Rage at the people who were supposed to help but chose not to.

“But…that’s just so…”

You raised one of your brows at him.

“Stupid? Fucked-up?”

He smiled back down at you.

“Yes, those. But I’m confused, babe, didn’t the clinic have all your details from your physician?”

“Yup!”

“And didn’t you text me an hour ago to tell me what time you needed to be there, as confirmed by the clinic?”

“Yup, again. Welcome to the modern American healthcare system.”

You sighed and sunk into him, your eyes closing as he continued to stroke your head.

“I’m so tired, Buck. Tired of having to fight all the time. Tired of having to prove that I’m valid, just as I am. Tired that people who don’t even know me can make these decisions. It’s not like in my current state I could even lose weight even if I actually wanted to, which I don’t, by the way, before you start worrying. It just fucking sucks.”

Bucky started to massage your temples and you let out a little pleasurable moan, a sound which went straight to heart.

“I take it you’ve got a headache. Taken any painkillers”

You shook your head.

“Can’t, doc’s trying to get me an appointment at a different clinic, so gotta be clean of drugs and ready to go at a moment's notice.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Bucky understood your headaches; when one line this hit the best thing he could do was provide whatever practical help you needed. You looked up at him, adoration in your eyes.

“Could you tidy up the remains of my lunch? I was eating when I got the news, and well…”

You tailed off, but you didn’t need to say more, Bucky understood entirely.

“Then could you get me the cool pack from the freezer, then come back here and snuggle with me, maybe continue that temple massage.”

“Need me to go crack any heads?”

You smiled, a real, albeit a weak one, this time and let out a small snort of amusement.

“Don’t tempt me…”

Bucky scooted out from under you, working quickly to clear up the remains of your lunch, wiped down the work surfaces and set the dishwasher going.

When he returned to the den, he found that you’d sat yourself up, although your head was leaning back against the cushions, your eyes closed. He pressed the cool pack into your hand, and you sighed as you rested it over your eyes.

Bucky looked at you, heart full of love, and aching for you at the same time. He might not be able to fix this for you, but he’d be by your side, doing whatever you needed of him.

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I’ll Be Your Enemy

Summary: Gojo Satoru is willing to do anything for you. As long as it helps you heal from what haunted your night.

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Word count: 2,019

Content warning: implied but unspecified mental illness, mentions of self-harm (scratching), mentions of character death

A/N: Kind of stumbled upon this masterpiece of a song and I thought it would be ideal for some Gojo HURT. This entire thing takes place after the Cursed Womb Arc, so to say: after Yuji dies.

Song: Be Your Enemy by Taemin ft. Wendy

PREQUEL HERE: Pictures of You

Quickly, quickly. The key was inserted into the keyhole and turned. The door lock clicked faintly, signaling that the door has been unlocked. Satoru made sure to open and close the door softly as he entered the familiar apartment. Putting the spare key into his pocket, he slid out of his shoes. Usually he would have made some big noise to ��announce his arrival’ but not this time. He left his shoes neatly at the genkan of the residence and slipped into the white slippers that always stood by the wooden door, an extra pair just for him.

23 minutes ago. “Hello?” Satoru had picked up the phone. “Gojo-san! Finally the call went through. I’m glad I am able to reach you now,” the voice on the other end said. “Yo, Ijichi, what’s up?” Satoru greeted. He had been sent to a pretty rural area of Japan to get rid of some pesky curses and the cell phone reception was poor in that place, so it wasn’t surprising that calls didn’t go through at times. In addition to that, some curses that manifested had an electrical ability, which impaired the cell towers at place even more. Almost as if planned. “Gojo-san, I think you need to come back as fast as you can,” the man with glasses on the other end of the line stated calmly. “Why?” was the only thing the white-haired sorcerer said in response. Somehow, he had a strange feeling in his gut. The tone in Ijichi’s voice didn’t do anything to calm this odd feeling either.

“It’s L/N-san. Something horrible happened and I don’t think she is taking it well. I did my best to calm her but I’m at wits’ end too…” Ichiji explained vaguely. Satoru was experiencing a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time - his stomach churned, it felt like his guts were wrenching inside him - at the mention of your name. “Ijichi,” he said in a relatively calm voice. He was lucky his voice wasn’t betraying him by showing what he truly felt in that moment. Satoru’s feet were set in rapid motion. “Stay calm. I need you to explain to me what exactly happened.”

Gojo Satoru might be many things. A tease, a teacher (supposedly), a cruel man, a strong sorcerer, a crazy coach, a walking menace to some, protective, an inspiration to a handful, a venti-sized manchild, idiotic, a sweets maniac, a lifelong student to Yaga, playful, a pillar of the Jujutsu world… but most importantly, he was a caring person. This goes without saying for his students and especially his loved ones. What Ijichi just said on the phone had left his heart stinging in his chest. He was in the kitchen, leaving the bag he brought with him on the table.

“Alright. I will tell you what happened, Gojo-san.” “I am listening.” “I am not sure if you are aware that this happened,” the suit-clad man began, “but one of the missions that was originally assigned to you - a case of utmost priority of a cursed womb - was suddenly taken off of your pile and reassigned…” Satoru’s eyes narrowed underneath the black fabric. The beginning already left a bad taste in his mouth; missions assigned to him were usually first grade or even special grade and he knew all too well that there were nowhere enough first grade, let alone special grade, sorcerers around. So who had it been assigned to? “...to your three first-year students,” Ijichi finished with a sigh. The sickening hotness of rage filled Satoru’s whole body. Already having realized the scenario that must have taken place, he still asked for confirmation, “What grade?” “...Special grade. One casualty.” The picture that you had taken of him, his first years and yourself (so carefully hung up on your wall at home) flashed in front of his inner eye. He clenched his teeth so hard as he wordlessly hung up; it hurt. It hurt so badly.

Such an atrocious inhumane act coated in malice. He was going to kill these dirty-playing bastards. However, that would have to wait until later. Much later. Satoru couldn’t leave you to your own devices, not in this state. The scenario he concluded for himself earlier replayed in his mind several times as he made his way through your completely dark apartment. His heart stung with each beat. It was almost as if someone drove a blade through his chest repeatedly.

When he stood in front of the closed door of your bedroom, he heard soft sobs coming from inside. Should he knock to let you know someone came? He wasn’t sure what to do. He gave the door two soft knocks and entered the room. It was your hunched form on the bed, no doubt. Satoru could not see your face with the way your back was facing him. Slowly he made his way to your bed and crouched down to face you. Your face was swollen and tear-stained, a sight he didn’t see often. His large hand rested on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, a silent question hung in the air.

Finally, you looked at him with your swollen eyes. Almost instantly, your sobs got louder and you reached out for the tall sorcerer. “S-Satoru…” you hiccuped in-between sobs. “Yeah. I’m here, I’m here,” he reassured you and stroked the wet hair out of your puffy face as you threw yourself around him, relentlessly crying into his broad shoulders. The white-haired man enclosed his arms around you but it wasn’t to hug you for comfort.

He scooped your delicate frame up and wrapped a warm blanket around you before leaning your body against the headboard of the bed. He sat next to you on the bed and guided your head onto his shoulders. Your violent sobbing stopped but tears were still flowing freely.

If there was someone who understood the agony, bitterness and distress someone in this line of work had to face, it was Gojo Satoru. The path of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was painted black and red by trials and tribulations. This was why Satoru was so hell-bent on resetting the world he called his obligation. “If you feel exhausted, just lean on me for a second,” his calm voice sounded through the room. There was no answer from you. Even if there was silence, your feelings reached his heart and he spoke again. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked gently. Let it go with me. It’ll be easier to shake this burden off and share it, he thought. Of course, he would never dare force you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, as if to get even closer physically.

Ultimately, the woman sucked in a breath and with a shaky voice and recounted everything in her point of view. “I-I.. was on a mission when I… got a call from Ijichi. ‘Something wasn’t right’, he said and… t-told me about the cursed womb. As soon as I heard… that they sent y-your students there, I rushed to the location but…”, you hiccuped, “...I was too late… Y-Yuji, he-” You sobbed hysterically into his shoulder. Satoru turned to you to wipe away the tears and snot with a tissue. “Shhh, I’m here, I’m here”, he reassured once again, “I’ll fix it somehow.” It was just as he thought: those damned higher ups.

“H-How? This is not… something… you can f-fix, Satoru… not even you,” you continued bawling into his shoulders. I’ll kill all the higher ups, he thought to himself. “I don’t know but I’ll be damned if I can’t do something to change this detestable, loathsome and bloody world we live in,” his voice seethed with anger but it quickly died down as he re-focused on the main topic at hand, “there has to be something I can do, I’ll even drag out Sukuna myself if I have to.” “Please, Satoru…” Your whisper was faint and weak, “I… saw Yuji’s corpse... on the ground... I just want to see him one last time…”

Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer undoubtedly put a heavy strain on your mental wellbeing; nobody was spared from it, not even the great Gojo Satoru. Unfortunately, you were one of the people who were much more affected by incidents like these. He realized how badly it hurt your heart, he knew how much all the students meant to you and he knew just how much more fragile you were than you let on in front of other people. Where there is light, there must be shadow. It wasn’t like he was left unscathed by it either but right now, his utmost priority was you.

“Right,” the male sorcerer murmured more to himself. He still had to check something. “I want you to show me your arms, please.” If this had been a command, it had to be the gentlest one you had ever heard. Maybe it was the fact that there was a hint of pain infused in the way he spoke to you just now that made you show your arms so willingly, or maybe it was the fact that he always sounded so earnest when he took care of you like this. He genuinely cared; it was something you shouldn’t be surprised about, considering how long the two of you have known and cared for each other, but it never ceased to leave you in awe. You held out your arms for him to see.

As carefully as possible, the man examined your arms, his touch ghosting over your skin. It was a good thing he came prepared. The angry red lines, dry blood and broken skin on both of your forearms seemed to scream at him: you hurt yourself again. Without a doubt, he felt guilty. “I’ll be right back,” he announced as he slipped away from the bed after fixing your position and stroking your hair tenderly. A few moments later, your tall friend was back with a few medical supplies. Sitting back on the bed, he started to clean and treat your injuries. Besides a few hiccups and whimpers from your side, silence befell the room.

“Don’t you want to curse and insult me?” His eyes were still fixed on bandaging your arms. “No,” was all you said in response, fearing that your voice would give in. “You should though. After all, it was technically my fault...” Even though you were hurting, you knew Satoru was hurting all the same deep down in his heart, seeing that his precious students were the victims in this case. Satoru really treasured disciples. You took a few deep breaths before you replied, “Please don’t ever blame yourself for this… I know you wouldn’t have… let this shit happen. I know how much you adore them.”

“If it makes you feel better... if it can help you heal, I’ll take it. Any words are fine. I can deal with all the painful words…” Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. It was rare but his voice… unmistakably cracked for a second. A shaky chuckle left your lungs, “Please Satoru,” you wrapped your arms around him as well and nuzzled into his shirt again, “I could never treat you like that. You are everything to me but an enemy. Have always been.”

“I’ll be anything you need. I’ll even be your enemy if you ask me to… so please tell me, so that it doesn’t hurt you anymore…” he said shakily. The blindfolded man had masked his pain up until now, for your sake. It was your time to comfort him. Giving him shelter, like he had done for you. He had already experienced far too much hurt.

“Satoru, all I’ll ever need you to be in my life… is the important and comforting presence you have always been. Don’t change. If things are too much, too overwhelming and you become tired, you can lean on me too. I will never leave you.”

There was nothing left to say, no need. It was enough for both of you to be in each other’s comforting presence.

Taglist: @gojos-mochi @megumifushi @bleueluna

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo angst #angst #gojo satoru angst #song fic #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #tw: death #tw: mentions of death #tw: mental illness #tw: self harm #taemin #inspired by taemin #shinee #ibye series

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years

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Sanctuary

Hey guys! So, this might be a little rushed because I'm sleepy, but I had to get it out of my brain because I literally could not sleep with it banging around in there. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Mild angst (it's mostly fluffy, but there's a lot of crying)

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It wasn't uncommon for you to get knocks on your door at ungodly hours of the night. Your friends didn't sleep well anymore. They came to your door riddled with dark, twisting nightmares that dragged them from their beds. And you always welcomed them in. Sometimes all they wanted was someone who would listen to them without comment, but, mostly, they just wanted someone to make it all go away. Your room was a sanctuary for people who were tired of putting on a brave face. So, the knocking was a very familiar way to wake up.

Sitting up, you glanced out the window. The moon hung high in the sky, bathing your room in silvery light. It had to be well after midnight. It was about the right time for nightmares to be pulling at Harry or Ron's fear of inadequacy to be poking at him. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you padded across the cold floor and pulled the door open.

Oh.

"I-I wasn't sure where else to go."

Draco Malfoy was about the last person you ever expected to come to you in the middle of the night. Despite loving each other for as long as you could remember, he'd pushed you away and turned his back. Kept you at arm's length. He always denied your compassion no matter how much he desperately wanted it. Yet there he was.

He looked more disheveled than you'd ever seen him. Pajamas wrinkled beyond help, robe hanging pathetically off one shoulder, shaking less from the cool night air than years worth of trapped fear, finally nipping at his heels. His hair flopped limply into his bloodshot eyes, shining with unshed tears. A pang of sorrow ricocheted through your chest. All you wanted to do was gather him up in your arms and protect him from whatever he was running from. Looking up at you, he dragged in a shaking breath but said nothing.

"Well, I'm glad you came to me. You know you're always welcome," you said, ushering him inside to sit on the edge of your bed. Clenching his jaw, he stared down at his own clasped hands.

"Are you hurt?" you asked, kneeling next to him. He shook his head. "That's good. You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong," he said miserably.

"You wanna talk about it?" You kept your tone as gentle as possible.

"I can't," he said. The weight of those two words was crushing. They always were, no matter who said them. Somehow they seemed worse coming from him.

"I understand," you said.

"No, you don't! No one does!" he snapped. You didn't flinch away from his anger. It was benign. Nothing that could hurt you. Though, you could tell from his grimace that it was tearing him apart.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm here anway," you said.

"You and I both know I don't desrve it." Draco's eyes cut away from his hands, glaring blurrily at your rumpled sheets.

"Everyone deserves to have someone that cares, Draco. Including you," you said, placing a hand over both of his. They were uncomfortably cold under your own, and the knuckles had turned white from the force of his grip. Gently, you began to pry them apart.

"Stop that," he hissed.

"Sorry, I don't want you to hurt yourself," you said, rolling your thumb over the back of his hand.

"Fine."

"I just want to make you feel better however I can. I'm here to help you," you said softly, offering him a tentative smile.

At your answer, he made a sound almost like he'd been kicked in the stomach. A deep, wheezing breath that you knew was usually followed by an overdue crying jag. When you glanced up at him, you were fully prepared to be met with reddened cheeks and snot but instead were met with a scowl. Tears threatened over his lashline but seemed to be going nowhere. Another ache settled in your chest for him. He needed this. Whatever release he'd get from giving up that last bit of control, he needed it. Softly, you stroked your knuckles over his cheek.

"Hey, I'm not gonna think any less of you for crying. You're safe with me," you promised. He nodded but stayed silent, shaking lightly.

Frowning, you hauled yourself up next to him on your bed. Even though you knew the shaking was more from holding back inevitable tears, you still dragged your comforter over his shoulders. The movement made him look at you. And you saw how tired he was, the misery and the outright fear he carried with him finally converging all at once. At that moment, you found yourself as close to tears as you'd been in a while.

"What do you need, Draco? If you want me to hold you, distract you, or just sit here in silence, I will—anything you need. Whatever it is, all you have to do is tell me," you said, pushing your own tears aside. The silence was deafening for a beat. Two. Then he reached over and laid his hand against your wrist.

"Tell me you love me. Please, just this once," Draco pleaded, eyes dropping back to his lap. His hand curled into your sleeve. So lightly that you probably could have pulled away had you wanted to, but you worried it would break him. He seemed so fragile—a delicate porcelain doll with hairline cracks all over it. Almost like the slightest movement would crumble him. One wrong move and it would be gone. He would be gone.

"Oh, Draco..." The sudden lump in your throat blocked the rest of your words. Your heart thudded uncomfortably against your ribs as you watched tears finally spill over his lashline.

"Just once," he rasped, "Please, (Y/N), only once."

"I love you," you whispered.

"Thank yo--"

"I love you," you said again, pulling his face into your hands. "I love you. I love you."

"Enough," he said in a low, wavering voice.

"No. I love you. I love you. I love you."

"Stop. Don't say it anymore. I don't deser--" he whimpered.

"Hush, I need to say it as much as you need to hear it," you said between your three-word chants.

Hot tears dripped between your fingers as he tried to twist his face away from you so you couldn't see them. You kept him there. Face cradled in your hands for the first time in years, forcing him to hear over and over again that you loved him. That you always had and always would. That he'd always have a place next to you should he want it. You said it until your voice became raspy and your words too muddied to decipher clearly. By the time your voice gave out, Draco was sagging against you, holding your hands to his cheeks with his own, and crying in earnest. So were you.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy, and I'll say it as many times as you'll let me," you said. It was uncomfortable to speak anymore, but you couldn't quite seem to stop.

"You will?" he asked in a small voice.

"Yeah," you replied.

"Can I--Do you-- Am I allowed to say it back?" he asked. Smiling, you bumped your forehead against his fondly.

"Only if you want to," you said.

"I love you. Oh God, I love you." The relief in his tone was palpable like that one last weight was lifted off of him. Then, he crushed you to him in a hug you'd remember as the beginning of your life together. Really together. No more skirting around one another. No more holding each other at arm's length. Finally, just being in love. Though, in that moment, you simply laid down next to him and told him you loved him one more time.

#finally i can rest #draco malfoy x reader #draco mafloy x reader angst #draco mafloy x reader fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco fluff #draco angst #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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Condescending Bitch

Pairing: Thomas Raggi x reader

Wc: 2.5k

Cw(s): swearing, kissing, crying, probably typos (as per usual, tell me if it sucks)

Summary: Reader breaks up with their boyfriend and Thomas consoles them.

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If honesty be a virtue, you'd be virtuous to plainly say you'd fallen out of love with your boyfriend and you had done so a while ago. It wasn't deliberate, it was a gradual fizz wherein you found your heart warming for someone else. You felt horrible about it and that guilt had been eating at you. There was no cheating, but you didn't think you'd be able to avoid it for much longer. Not to mention, it wasn't only the non-existent feelings, Luca was just an asshole when you weren't blinded by love.

There comes a time where one must throw in the towel, and now was that time for you.

You couldn't do it at a restaurant; knowing Luca, he'd cause a scene. You couldn't do it at some meeting place; it would ruin that place forever and ever to both of you. And that shit's just not fair.

In the end, you couldn't make the decision. So you put every single item of Luca's clothing in a bag (and a couple things he'd left around your flat), and drove over to his house while you still had the nerve. You'd gathered and lost the nerve a couple times before, but the plan was already in motion now. Hell, there was no plan, but whatever you were raring to do was up and running.

You drove straight to Luca's mother's house in record time. Time flies when you're laser focused.

"Y/n!" Luca's mother exclaimed joyfully as you entered the kind looking house. How someone like Luca came out of Mrs. Batali was a wonder in and of itself. Once Mrs. Batali spotted the bag in your hand, she frowned. "Has something happened, Bambino?"

Somehow, the hardest part of this breakup would be bidding goodbye to Luca's mother, and not Luca himself. You sighed, "I'm sorry, Signora. Luca and I have been having issues for a while now."

"Oh, don't be sorry, Bambino." The older lady's kind smile returned to her face, which struck a heart string you hadn't even known existed. Mrs. Batali swayed toward you, in all of her vanilla scented goodness. She hugged you around your neck loosely, which you returned around her wide hips. "You're always welcome for dinner and a roof. Don't let the stupid boy stop you from seeing me."

God gave two gifts to this world; one of them was Mrs. Batali.

A smile cracked across your face as your chest continued to tighten and hurt. You loved this family like your own, and you loved Luca at some point. So many memories were made in the throws of this relationship, and it was all going to be thrown out the window by you. But it was too late now.

"Ti amo." Mrs. Batali placed a kiss to your forehead which made your smile even more genuine. She patted your shoulder, finally releasing you from her motherly grasp. Sadly, she raised her arm to the stairs to Luca's bedroom. "I'll be down here, if you need me."

You smiled once more to the older lady and bowed your head in silent thanks. If you uttered a word, the word would lead to tears. It seemed the two of you knew this.

It was the last thing you wanted to do right now, but you had to seal the deal.

Without your consent, your feet began moving toward the stairs then up the stairs. Your heart beat in sickening rhythm with your footsteps, but your heart seemed more heavy than your feet. It was ridiculous. You were ready to throw up, pee, or meltdown - you didn't know which one, if it was one at all.

At long last, after walking down the longest hallway of your life, you stood in front of Luca's closed door. You remembered all the times you'd breeze in, going straight into Luca's arms for a kiss. His breath wasn't always good and he was a bad kisser, but he made you feel infatuation. Now it only seemed a fraction of what you felt for the other person. Yes, God, that was why you had to do this.

You knocked. Your heart was deafening.

"Come in!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You pushed open the door, feeling like you were having a heart attack. Luca smiled brightly at you from the light of his computer. Then he laid eyes on the bag. Don't know how, it was dark as fuck in the room. And smelt of cheap body spray and dirty clothes.

"Hey, Babe, I wasn't expecting you," Luca smiled, trying to act off the bag of his clothes and gifts in your hand. You flicked on the light as he stood up to close the door behind you.

This room is fucking disgusting. It was truly noxious.

"Alright, Luca, sit down, we've got to talk," you told him, putting on your bravest and thickest voice. It worked because the air in the room changed. The air grew thick and impossible to breath. It could've been cut with a knife. Luca sat on his bed, hands in his lap. You placed the bag on the ground and sighed, "We're breaking up."

For a second, he was unresponsive. Luca didn't say a word until he looked you in the eye, what felt like a full minute later. His bottom lip quivered. "You're dumping me?"

"You can tell people you dumped me, I don't mind," you quipped, trying to make the situation better. You did not, in fact, make the situation better. You potentially made it about thirteen times worse.

"No, you're not." Luca stood up again. Your breath caught in your throat. "We're not breaking up."

He took a few quick steps to you. You stood your ground, trying to be as brave as possible. Your mask was slipping. The last thing you wanted right now was for Luca to see that you were cracking under his gaze. That would be fucking horrendous.

All of a sudden, Luca barked out a laugh. He looked like a madman. "This is about that Thomas bitch, isn't it?" You didn't answer, and your facial expressions gave nothing away. Then Luca snapped, "Isn't it?!"

"If you want to fucking shout, we can shout," you seethed. Luca blinked angrily at you. "We're adults - act like it."

"You're a condescending bitch."

"And you're an ugly prick, but I've never complained about that. You've called me a condescending bitch about 3 times and a flat-out bitch more than a dozen," you recalled quickly, with venom dripping off each syllable. It shut Luca up. However, he began to cry. You felt nothing but hatred now. "You're one pathetic bitch to be crying over the girl who you treat like a fucking doormat." Luca only cried harder. No sympathy. You spun on your heel and opened the door.

Without a glance back, you left.

Mrs. Batali smiled at you on your way out and gave you a freshly baked bun, which you thanked her profusely for.

It didn't take long for reality to set in, however. The adrenaline faded as you drove back to your flat complex. You began crying at the wheel and completely broke down in the car park. Tears streamed down your face like rivers, snot clogged your nose. Your mouth tasted horrible so you started to eat the bun Mrs. Batali had baked. It was so good that you started crying harder.

How the fuck could you do that? At this point, you were too sad to give a fuck about sobbing in a car park at 6 in the evening. You just threw in the towel of a year long relationship, in the blink of an eye. Like it was nothing and meant nothing to you whatsoever, which wasn't true at all. You felt like a horrible person.

Your chest clogged up with emotions and stale air, your throat grew a lump that you couldn't swallow down. Now you were the pathetic one. Crying in a shitbox car over your ex while eating fucking bread.

A tap on the window scared the Jesus out of you.

When you looked at the source, the other person was looking right back at you, looking worried and confused. Leave it to Thomas to look sad just because you were sad. Thomas looked so fucking good even though a blur of teary eyelashes. He made the hand crank motion, so you rolled down your window.

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked. You just started laughing. What a stupid fucking question. Thomas began chuckling, realizing how stupid it was himself. "Fair enough. Fancy a cup of tea and a chat or shall I leave you to your car bread?"

How the fuck could he make you laugh in times like these?

You smiled then shooed him away from your car door so you could open it. He obliged and moved back, for you to get out, still with bread and keys in hand. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows as you two began walking back to the flat complex you both lived in. "Aren't you going to roll up the window?"

"How the fuck is anyone meant to steal it when all the windows are up?" It was your turn to earn a laugh from Thomas. Thomas' laugh hit your ear like honey. The sort of honey that your mother gave you to cure your sore throat before nursery. It was soothing and just the right thing for the situation.

As you walked up the stairs with Thomas, you realized he was taking you to his flat. To be fair, he was the one who offered you tea. What's he going to do? Offer you your own tea?

Thomas unlocked the ugly blue door of his flat that everyone in the building had a copy of. The second you both walked into the flat, warmth enveloped you, along with sandalwood and spices from Thomas' extensive spice cabinet. He must have been cooking earlier because it smelt Heavenly. Everything was in perfect place with just the right amount of mess and disorganization to make it seem like a home.

"I'll put the kettle on, sit anywhere," Thomas instructed after you both took your shoes off. You were wearing ratty trainers while Thomas was wearing perfectly clean Vans.

You nodded and flung yourself on one of his couches with a sigh. The couch was soft, warm and welcoming and you felt tired from crying and yelling and just the day in general. It was a shit day, that started with your toast burning and ended with this shit. A nap would really do good.

However, Thomas had other plans entirely. He placed a purple mug, full of tea with what looked like your golden ratio of milk and sugar. Thomas was your best friend, of course he knew your golden ration. You knew his. With a smile, you sat up which allowed Thomas to sit beside you and drape his arm over the back of the couch.

"Feel like telling me why you were crying in your car?" Thomas asked. You laughed lightly and sipped the piping hot tea.

"Broke up with Luca about-" you checked a clock. "-30 minutes ago."

As horrible as it sounds, Thomas' face lit up. His facial features remained the same but his beautiful green eyes lit up like candles in a dark room. "Is that so?"

"He called me a condescending bitch."

"So he hasn't gotten a new script," Thomas smiled. You chuckled lightly and sniffed. Your nose was still clogged from all the crying. You just didn't feel like blowing your nose like an elephant in front of Thomas right now. "He'll never get the chance to get a new script for you now."

"Thank God above," you sighed out with a laugh to your words. Thomas smiled. "I'll miss his mum though. Wonderful lady."

Thomas sipped his own tea and you discretely moved closer to him. It wasn't as discrete as you'd thought because Thomas picked up and moved a bit closer to you with a stupid smile on his face. "So how'd it go down?"

Like friends do, you told him everything, down to the detail. All but Luca being right, with Thomas being the other man who'd stolen your heart. That wouldn't be a key detail here because the last thing you needed today was to dump your boyfriend then directly after scare your best friend away from you forever.

But he wasn't scared off by you telling him Luca though you were leaving him for Thomas. Thomas actually smirked at that part, like the thought amused him. You didn't think anything of it actually, except for how cute Thomas was when he was smirking.

Eventually, the conversation faded and you were hip to hip with Thomas. With a sigh, he rested your head in the crook of Thomas' neck. His feather soft hair tickled the side of your face but you wanted nothing else for the moment. The scent of Thomas' cologne was prominent when you were this close to him, but you weren't going to complain about that. His arm fell from the back of the couch to around your shoulders.

Feeling Thomas' head turn to you, you looked up at him. Thomas' hand lightly squeezed you arm. Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought you were imagining Thomas observing your face.

Those gorgeous green eyes that you could stare into all day were scanning your face gently. They landed on your lush lips, then back to your eyes. All it took was a small nod for Thomas to lean in.

It was slow. It was slow, but undeniably sweet. The passion was palpable the minute your lips met his, just as you had been dreaming of for months now. His pillow-like lips were perfectly moisturized, but not over-saturated. The lip balm he used was strawberry flavoured and you'd never admired strawberry flavoured lip balm as you were in this moment.

As suddenly as it began, it ended.

Thomas leaned back for a second, looking guilty. "You need time to get over Luca, this is wrong."

"I've been over Luca for months." You placed a kiss to his lips, which Thomas accepted for a second, then backed out of again. You groaned. "Thomas, Luca was right. I'm in love with you."

In a stunned silence, Thomas' cheeks turned bright red. A broad smile grew on his face and you felt confident in your confession. You meant it, surely, but now you were confident that you did the right thing in telling Thomas.

"I've been in love with you since we went to the Capitoline." Thomas' voice cracked as he made his confession. Your heart bustled with warmth. He'd been pining for you all this time just to watch you run with Luca.

You couldn't take your aching heart. Grabbing Thomas' face gently, you pressed your lips to his again. He gladly returned this kiss with fervour and renewed zeal. Nothing else mattered while your lips were joined with Thomas' lips. Nothing would ever be able to induce the utter happiness and peace you'd felt in this moment.

After the kiss lasting for a while, Thomas pulled you to sit on his lap. He cupped your sweet face gently and smiled into your brilliant eyes. He kissed your nose. "May I tell you something else, Y/n?"

"Anything."

"I don't think you're a condescending bitch."

#måneskin #maneskin #thomas raggi #thomas maneskin #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi fanfiction #manskin fanfiction #x reader

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jenojaemssss · 3 years

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dazed and confused

pairing: jeong jaehyun x gn!reader

genre/categories: angst, college!au, frat boy!jaehyun, a bit of fluff

word count: 3.6k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble wtf)

warnings: mentions of sex, allusions of sex yk the vibes, oh and a lot of cursing 'cause i lack the ability to keep language below 14+

synopsis: jaehyun isn’t scared of heights. he isn’t afraid of roller coasters that dropped at those terrifying heights. but he is, in fact, so utterly terrified of falling.

a/n: y’all this was supposed to be a drabble…but i wrote too much and now it’s a fic and idk how i feel abt it LOL anyways, it has not been (and will probably never be) proofread so please excuse any grammatical and spacing errors! i will now go cry with my 3 assignments due in like an hour.

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faded. drunk. confused. mentally unstable. all these words, along with maybe 30 more could be used to describe your current state as you sludge your way into a familiar bedroom at the nu chi theta house after puking up probably a lifetime’s worth of alcohol.

the god awful ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head makes the room spin, but you’re awake enough to recognize that the room was currently occupied. before you can mumble out a string of curse words and a sorry, you particularly notice exactly who was inside the room.

you’re caught off guard by a, now pissed looking, jaehyun along with someone who you don’t immediately recognize. you realize then who’s room you just entered and mentally smack yourself, reminding yourself to rid of the habit.

the other person is hiding underneath a blanket as jaehyun does his best to cover their figure, protecting their privacy to shoot daggers at whoever was interrupting his ordeal.

it takes you a couple seconds to fully register what was happening in front of you and you scoff.

so that’s how it is.

jaehyun, on the other hand, has his eyes widened. so wide that you think there are more whites visible than the typical brown orbs. he’s gaping now, mouth open and trying to think of excuses as to why he was in bed with someone else after dumping you only 2 days ago.

in his defense, there’s no need for an excuse. the two of you were already over, and he could fuck whoever he wanted to fuck. you could be doing the same.

but you aren’t.

instead, all of yesterday and the day before, you hunkered in your bedroom, cuddled in a blanket with tissues sprawled all over your bed and the floor. you went to your classes, hoodie pulled up way over your head to shield your puffy face and baggy eyes, came home, drowned yourself in ice cream, and cried.

yet he’s here, hooking up with people after leaving you heartbroken. you should’ve listened to jungwoo when he warned you about his flatmate; about his tendencies to sleep around and leave his relationships in the dirt.

when you and jaehyun first began flirtatious interactions with one another, it wasn’t in your intention to start anything serious with the dimple-faced boy. yet one encounter followed another and you never realized how hard you were falling until you were up at 3 am smiling at messages he’d sent you the previous day.

when he asked you to be his girlfriend after about 2 months of successful dates, you were ecstatic. your mind raced back to jungwoo, correcting him telepathically. he was so wrong about jaehyun. he was the sweetest person you’d ever been with, and was so patient with you.

It even made jungwoo take back his words after you announced the relationship to your best friend.

he said jaehyun had changed since he’s been with you.

that change lasted about 4 months afterwards.

4 months of pure bliss; cute dates like picnics at 11 pm after going on drives, watching the sunset from the roof of a nearby apartment building, jumping fences into the expanses of lakes after hours.

4 months of being pressed into a mattress with jaehyun gazing down so lovingly at your writhing body. him pressing into you as your mewls surround the small bedroom. him holding you as both of you come down from your high.

4 months of falling in love with jaehyun.

all to waste after he texted you during class, saying that he needed to talk to you. at least he had the decency to not dump you over text.

jaehyun said something along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me,” and mentioned that he “doesn’t like being tied down.” you remember nodding, emotions not surfacing until he stands up and leaves you at the coffee shop just around the corner of your dorm building.

your coffee shop. the one you two went to whenever you wanted to find the other. it was like your secret hideout, because no one from your campus knew of this place, even though it was so close to home.

you thought things were going so well, the two of you even making plans to meet each other’s parents over the coming break. but with only a few words from one side, and wordless nods coming another, everything faded to dust.

so as you stare at the man who shattered your heart with someone else underneath him, you plaster a polite smile before flipping him off and exiting the room. his shouts follow you, and you inwardly scream at him to shut up. he has no right to sound so broken at the moment.

you pass by jungwoo on your way out and he immediately notices your tense figure, trailing his eyes towards the direction you were coming from. his jaw clenches when he realizes, wanting to barge into the room and beat the living shit out of his flatmate, but instead follows you out the house.

the blaring music coming from the beaten house becomes muffled by the time you step foot outside the door, tears threatening, but not yet falling from your bloodshot eyes.

jaehyun isn’t slow to catch up with you, but is stopped by a raging jungwoo before exiting the house. jungwoo warns jaehyun to leave you alone, but jaehyun is persistent, pushing past his friend to grasp your shoulder before you could storm away from his reach.

his previous rendezvous has been completely forgotten, and all jaehyun could focus on was you. he notices how you reeked of alcohol, a hint of marijuana radiating from you as well. what he notices the most, though, was that you had a hint of his favorite perfume lingering on your skin.

before you have the chance to turn around, jaehyun is ripped from you, a loud smack following almost immediately after. jaehyun stands, one hand holding onto his pounding cheek while the other grip’s jungwoo’s shirt.

your best friend has both his hands tightly fisting jaehyun’s shirt, staring bullets into the boy’s face.

“you have no right to barge out here and chase us down after you let y/n go,” jungwoo growls. he sees red, heart hurting for his best friend. he cares about you so much. the two of you always fitting into one mold, completing each other, and every time either one of you had their hearts broken, the other would be there to fix and mend everything.

yet, he’d never seen someone hurt you as much as jaehyun did. however much you hurt, it hurt him equivalently. he knew this one was different, because the pain you felt was so much more intense than any you’d experienced before.

what pushed jungwoo even further off the ledge for him to act like this though, was that if he were to be in the same position as you, you would be doing the same thing. you’d also be doing your best to keep him from hurting himself over and over by someone who only meant trouble.

“woo, that’s enough,” you mutter out before coming to push the two boys away from each other.

“y/n, let me explain,” jaehyun grabs your arm as he says this, eyes searching yours for some form of reaction. your previously watery eyes are dry now, and the emotion that was threatening to overcome you minutes prior have all disappeared. you shrug off his hand.

“there’s nothing left for you to explain.”

it killed you, but you had to muster the strength to spit those words at the man you were falling in love with. you knew that it would have been worse if you were to hear him out.

“y/n please just-”

“that’s enough,” you whip your head in his direction, warning him with your eyes.

“but y/n-”

“i said enough!” you’re yelling now, slightly pushing the boy back. he stumbles over himself, and jungwoo takes this opportunity to grab your shoulders and tuck you safely behind his back. you had tears running from your eyes, frustrated at the tugging of your heartstrings because you’re supposed to hate him. you were supposed to be elated that you were in this situation, him begging for your time.

yet it hurt seeing him so broken in front of you, begging for another chance. it hurt so damn much, and you’re so angry at yourself for being such a pushover.

jaehyun straightens himself, looking in your direction but not quite at you because you're hiding your face behind your best friend’s denim jacket covered back.

“y/n, i just want to apologize.”

“there’s nothing to apologize for.”

“there-”

“no, jaehyun, there isn’t,” you use this as a stepping stone to emerge from behind jungwoo, who’s calmed down a bit since connecting his fist with jaehyun’s sharp features.

“don’t talk. let me finish,” you raise a hand before he could get another word out of his mouth. he shrinks a bit, but his eyes focus on your figure slowly approaching him, letting you know he’s listening.

“there’s no need for you to apologize for whatever you were doing because we aren’t together anymore and you can sleep with whoever you want. i don’t care, it’s none of my business. you don’t have to apologize for me walking in on you, because again, none of my business anymore.” you take in a deep breath before you continue.

“if you were going to apologize for breaking up with me, there’s no need. what’s done is done,” you whisper. you feel a huge lump form in your throat. you do your best to swallow it, along with your pride, and smile up at him.

you can’t really read him, but you can tell he’s in thought. you continue.

“if you were to apologize,” you began, sniffing up the snot that’s beginning to trickle down your nose. you probably look like a mess, but you could care less. you needed to get all of this off your chest. you wouldn’t have any other opportunities, so might as well do it now.

fuck the fake smile. fuck faking it til you make it. this is so much better.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were sincere with me,” you continue. jaehyun’s eyes go wide, and you notice the slight, subconscious, shake of his head. you proceed.

“i shouldn’t have believed it when you said i was different. fool me once, shame on me. but you continued to make me believe that i was different.” jaehyun opens his mouth, but you give him a look that shuts him up completely. he needs to fix that habit of always wanting to interrupt.

your ramble continues. “you should be apologizing for lying to me when you said you wanted to meet my parents. we set up the date and everything, and they were actually looking forward to meeting you, but now i have to tell them you aren’t coming,” you speak as calmly as you can. anything related to your parents always makes you ten times more emotional in every situation, and this was taking somewhat of a toll on you.

“you should be apologizing for making me feel special all the damn time. you made me believe i was the only one for you and that you were the only one for me. you made me feel so fucking foolish after you left, you know that? i thought we were doing so well, and you just left me in the dust after being so fucking vague. what do you mean ‘it’s not me, it’s you?’ it makes absolutely no fucking sense,” you’re almost hysterical now as you let everything fall down your face. you’re still eye to eye with jaehyun, and he looks taken aback by your declarations that he’s rendered speechless.

your next few words are what makes jaehyun’s world come crashing down.

“you should be apologizing for making me believe you were falling in love with me too,” you whimper. you’re full on sobbing now, and jungwoo assists you from falling to your knees.

it takes jaehyun a couple moments to register what was happening, a couple moments to fully comprehend what you were saying; what you meant.

you were so broken because you were beginning to love him. and he let you go.

“i’m..i’m-”

“leave, jae. do it when i’m asking nicely,” jungwoo’s low voice echos from your spot on the ground. your shoulder shake with every sob you’re letting escape you.

“jungwoo, let me fucking talk, okay? stop interrupting me every damn time while i’m trying to figure things out with y/n. this was our relationship, not yours!” he’s yelling now, and jungwoo shrinks. he knows he’s stepping over the line, but some things reach a limit, and jaehyun is reaching his.

“yes, i know y/n told you things, but did you know that i used to wait after classes when the weather turned bad just to make sure y/n wouldn’t be walking home in the rain? always forgot an umbrella when it counts,” he chuckles the last line, eyes teary.

“did y/n tell you that every single time my phone rang, i was internally wishing that the name popping up on the screen would be ‘lovely’ and no one else’s? i always wait for your calls, you know,” he directs it to you this time. “they always made my day.”

you raise your head when you realize he was walking to you. when you see his tortured expression while reminiscing his feelings for you, you suddenly had the urge to run up to him and wipe away the tears falling from his handsome face. you hated that that was your first thought, though.

“did y/n tell you i was falling too?”

you tense at his words, and jungwoo scoffs.

“if you were falling, why did you break things off?” the words leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. your mind was running a mile a minute because in what world did it make sense for jaehyun to dump you when he claims to be falling in love with you.

“i was scared,” he finally mutters after a couple seconds of painful silence.

“what is there to be scared of, jaehyun?” you’re standing now, jungwoo completely baffled at the interaction taking place in front of his eyes. he realizes then, that maybe jaehyun was telling the truth.

jaehyun was scared of falling.

jungwoo recalls all the times jaehyun has been in an actual relationship, but can only remember one other time that he actually introduced someone to the boys as his. all the others were just casual flings, where they'd be slipping out the door before anyone could acknowledge their existence.

when he broke things off with that past relationship, his actions were similar to the ones he’s portrayed the past few days. silence in his room instead of the typical blaring music from his sound system. a shocking decrease in teasing his housemates. jungwoo even noticed that he didn’t see the dimples on jaehyun’s face as frequently.

the one other person ended the same way, jaehyun breaking it off about 4 months into the relationship, saying he didn’t like being tied down.

he didn't like being tied down? he doesn’t like...shit, what a fucking dumbass. he’s scared of being in love, jungwoo realized.

“that’s what you meant,” jungwoo states his epiphany out loud and he stands up. he brushes off any dirt from his pants and begins to walk towards the house, knowing that whatever happens on the front lawn would heal more than harm.

you look at your best friend in confusion, but he plasters a grin on his face and looks in your direction before turning to jaehyun. “you need to stop being such a wuss.” and he’s back inside the house.

“it seems like everyone’s mission is to cut me off today, and it’s getting a little aggravating,” he tries to joke and you just stare at him in silence. he takes it as an, “i don’t care, just talk,” and begins his tangent.

“i broke things off with you because i was scared,” he begins. you follow his words with a nod, emphasizing that you’re listening to the man standing across you.

“i’ve never been in love before, and i didn’t realize how-how utterly terrifying it felt. i was close one time, but i broke things off before anything else could develop because i didn’t think i was ready for it. i felt like i was incapable of love for a while because of my stupid frat boy image, you know?” you nod in response to his rhetorical question and he begins moving towards the small bench sat on the lawn. you follow suit and sit yourself down a good distance away from him.

he talks again, this time sounding more regretful than anything. “i sometimes tell myself how idiotic i am because i let them go before. if i just had the balls to accept the fact that maybe i was falling in love, i wouldn’t have to see them roam around campus a couple months after with someone else.”

you remember briefly jaehyun’s previous relationship. it was the talk amongst your campus because the jeong jaehyun was in an actually relationship with someone. and people were making bets on how long they thought it’d last. same as they’ve been doing for your relationship with him.

“it all kind of got to me without much of a warning because like, shit, falling in love with someone meant checking your phone every 3 minutes cause you’re scared you missed their call, or calling them if they took too long to assure you they’re home safe, that kind of thing,” he smiles. “no one teaches you that.”

you chuckle dryly because he hit the nail on the coffin. no one tells you the details about being in love, only mentioning the feelings and not the irrational things you’d do for them.

jaehyun continues after he assures himself that you’re listening to his words and internally heave a relieved sigh. he was scared you were going to have things come in one ear and out the other.

“at the same time, if i kept them in my life, i wouldn’t have met you. we wouldn’t have developed a relationship, and i wouldn’t have began to fall in you,” he scoots a bit closer to you, and you let him.

“and you wouldn’t have broken my heart like this,” you retaliate and he physically winces.

“ouch. you’re not wrong though,” he smiles, dimples reappearing on his face.

“get to the point, jaehyun. it’s cold as fuck and i don’t have a jacket,” you complain when he’s silent for a little too long. you’re holding your arms now, hit by the frosty air. when he’s silent for another moment, you look up from your feet, ready to complain again. but instead, you’re met with a hoodie being pulled over your head and you’re stunned.

“when i said i was cold, i didn’t mean for you to give me your hoodie.”

“well, too bad,” he smiles widely. the hoodie smells like him, and you take in his scent. the sweater was a bit larger on you, so you begin to roll the sleeves up, pulling your arms out of the sweater paws.

“as i was saying, i realized i was falling in love with you and i was just- i don’t know, i was scared. i think i’ve said the word scared like 10 times today, but what other word is there?” he chuckles. you do the same.

“so i did what any other sane person would do and dipped. i ran away from my feelings because in my brain, it was the best thing to do. and i hurt you in the process because i was being a selfish asshole, and i’m sorry,” he finishes, you assume. as you’re thinking about how to respond, he catches you off guard with something you never thought would leave jaehyun’s mouth.

“oh, and i love you. i’m sure of it,” he declares.

and you’re crying again. as intoxicated as you were just 30 minutes ago, you swear that in that moment, you weren’t drunk on the drinks or faded from the j’s, but you were intoxicated by jaehyun.

the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s smiling at you.

he stretches out a hand in your direction, asking for your permission to take your own and grab his hand in response. his hand engulfs yours like a hug, and he intertwines his fingers with your cold ones.

“so does this mean you love me back?” he questions.

you nod, because you can’t think of anything else to say. you’re so utterly in love with him that you’re rendered speechless, you fool.

“and does this mean we can start over?” he asks, hoping for another nod.

instead, you speak. “why were you fucking someone else when i got here if you’re in love with me?”

jaehyun is now the one rendered speechless and gulps before answering. “have you ever heard of heartbreak sex?”

“isn’t that supposed to be with the one who broke your heart?”

“yeah, but if we had sex, i would only fall in love with you more.”

“and you don’t want that?”

“i do now,” he smiles.

you roll your eyes and say nothing.

“i’m sorry i hurt you.”

“you better be.”

“i promise i won’t do it again.”

“next time you do, i’m chopping off your dick in your sleep so you won’t be able to go have heartbreak sex with someone else.”

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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ok so firstly I love any loops and jules fic but secondly could we have one where jules is having a really tough time (either missing loops/ picked on etc. ) and then we see loops (not coops) surprise him and is just so protective - just sibling fluff that’s it

Oh Jules, I’m sorry I did this to you. What a wonderful prompt, though! I’m always down to write sibling fluff! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for bullying (older kids picking on younger kids)

Contrary to popular belief, Jules didn’t brag about his brother every minute of every day. There was no point, and he wanted to be known for his own talents rather than living in Remus’ shadow for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, some people didn’t seem to understand that.

A balled of lined paper smacked into the back of his head. “Heads up, Loopy!”

Jules threw the ball back; it bounced off the end of the table and hit the ground pathetically. “Nice shot,” Aidan snorted as he passed, bumping his shoulder against Jules’ and making him stumble. Several people laughed. His face burned with embarrassment.

“Yeah, I bet your brother’s really proud of that,” Luke sneered. He was a big kid, far bigger than Jules both in height and muscle even though he was only a couple years older.

“Don’t talk about my brother,” Jules said, much quieter than intended.

Luke raised his eyebrows. “What’re you going do about it, Loopy?”

“Just shut up.”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” He leaned across the cafeteria table and Jules fought the urge to back away. “Huh? Your brother? He’s never around.”

“He’s busy.”

“He doesn’t want to be here.”

“He does,” Jules insisted, feeling his throat tighten. “He does, he just doesn’t have time—”

“He’s a celebrity, dude, no wonder he doesn’t want his tagalong brother around.”

It’s not true, Jules told himself. It’s not true. Time and time again, Remus had told him that hockey came second to family, but after months of not seeing him it was starting to feel false. “Shut up.”

Luke shifted in his seat and folded his hands. “Face it, Loopy: your brother’s not around because he’d rather spend time with his cool friends than an annoying little kid.”

“Leave me alone.” Jules’ voice cracked and Luke grinned.

“You’re gonna cry?” he asked, full of false sympathy. “Aw, poor baby.”

“It’s not true.” It was getting harder to believe the words. “He visits whenever he can.”

The lunch bell rang before Luke could retaliate; he ruffled Jules’ hair too hard to be comfortable and left, already laughing with his group of friends. What a dick, Jules thought as he swallowed down the tears.

He made it through the rest of his classes in a daze and walked home on muscle memory. It was a cold day for April, but maybe he could blame his red-rimmed eyes on the wind. Maybe Luke is right, part of him argued. There wasn’t a lot of evidence, but it was enough to make him want to throw up.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” his mother called when he opened the door.

That was the tipping point, the tiny pebble that shattered the cracked glass dam holding back his tears. Jules sobbed once, dropped his backpack on the floor, and ran for the safety of his bedroom. “Jules—” The slam of his door cut his father’s concern short.

He grabbed the family picture off his wall and threw it across the room—there was no glass or frame, only tape, so seeing it flutter to the ground was far less satisfying than he had hoped. Remus had him on his shoulders for the picture; they all looked so happy. Jules sat down on the other side of his bed and buried his face in his arms, letting the emotions he had been holding in for three full hours flood out.

Deep down, he knew Luke was a liar and a bully with nothing better to do than pick on younger kids. That didn’t mean his words hurt any less.

A few minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the door. “Go away!”

There was a brief pause, then another knock.

“Just—just please give me a minute, mom!”

“I’m not mom.” Jules’ heart skipped a beat. “Can I come in?”

You’ve never been around to help me before. Anger reared up in his chest. “No!”

Remus hesitated for a moment. Jules hoped he was shocked, stunned, hurt. “Okay.”

There was a rustling noise; he looked around the foot of the bed to see a shadow in the crack beneath the door. “Are you—what are you doing?”

“Sitting down.”

“Go away.”

“No.”

“Mom, make him go away!”

“What did I do, Jules?” Remus sounded sad. There was none of his usual teasing in his tone. The anger twisted around in Jules and he scrubbed at the tears and snot on his face.

“When did you get here?” He knew he was being rude; his mother would have given him a pursed-lips look if he talked like that to anyone normally.

“A couple hours ago. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It’s a terrible surprise. Go away.”

“Not until you tell me what I did.”

Jules took a few shallow breaths before answering. “You’re never here. Never.”

“I know. I’m s—”

“I hate you,” he sobbed, bringing his knees tighter to his chest. “I hate you so much.”

There was a long stretch of silence on the other side of the door, but the shadow remained. “That’s fair,” Remus said quietly.

“No, it’s not!” Jules clambered to his feet and stomped over to the door, wrenching it open. “It’s not fair! I shouldn’t hate you, this is your job! You should—you should—”

Remus looked up at him from his crosslegged seat on the carpet. “I should what?”

“You should yell at me. Or make me open the door, or do anything that makes me angry at you.” He sniffled and hugged himself.

“When have I ever yelled at you?”

“The rat. And the water balloons. And when I stole your sticks. And when I froze your underwear.”

Remus winced slightly. “Fair point. I don’t keep yelling once you’re in the room, though, right?”

Jules deflated. “No.”

“So I’m not going to yell at you. Also, your bedroom smells weird, so I don’t want to go in there unless I have to.”

A smile tried forcing its way out and Jules covered it with his best scowl. “My room doesn’t smell weird.”

Remus sniffed the air, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

“Why are you here?”

“Mom said she was getting ice cream.”

Jules perked up. “Did she?”

“No.” Remus held up the car keys. “We can fix that problem, though. Go get your shoes.”

“Can I drive?’

“If you can convince dad, sure.” Remus stood up and mussed his hair; his hand was gentle, though, unlike Luke’s. It was a welcome change.

He grabbed his sneakers from under his bed and hopped down the hall as he pulled them on. “Dad, can I drive?”

His father didn’t even look up from the paper. “When Hell freezes over, buddy.”

“Lyall,” his mother scolded from the kitchen, though her eyes crinkled at the edges. “Remus, remember not to swear around your brother!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he said, holding the door open for Jules as he shrugged his coat on.

They drove in relative silence, save for the Top Rock Hits of the Eighties cassette that they had each heard half a billion times. Remus pulled into the Dairy Queen drive-thru and rattled off Jules’ favorite without even having to ask. Somehow, that both soothed him and upset him even more. He handed the cone over carefully, stuck his blizzard in the cupholder, and started driving in the opposite direction of the house.

“Are you kidnapping me?” Jules asked, licking a stray drip of vanilla off the cone.

“I don’t think I can, seeing as we’re related.”

“You can. You don’t have custody.”

“Why do you know that?”

“Why don’t you, Mr. Fancy Degree?”

“This might surprise you, but they don’t exactly cover the intricacies of kidnapping in PT school.”

“Shame.”

Remus made a noise of agreement around the straw of his Blizzard as they rolled to a stop at the red light. “So, are we going to talk?”

“We already are.”

“Dude.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He made a face when a chunk of Oreo got stuck the straw. “If you get that out before the next light, you can have a sip.”

Jules took it and squeezed the thin plastic. “Luke Sanders is an asshole.”

“Language.” The car stopped again and Jules showed off the unblocked straw. “Do continue, though.”

“You’ve hit every red light since we left the house. That’s got to be a curse.” He took a long sip, then handed it across the console. “You like hanging out with me, right?”

“Obviously. You’re, like, my favorite person.” Remus gave him a confused look.

“Okay, cool.” Jules felt his hands start to shake again, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t from his ice cream. Just hearing him say that made a tsunami of relief run through him. “Cool.”

“Did Luke Sanders tell you I didn’t?”

“He said a lot of stuff.”

Remus pulled into a parking lot, then took the key out and turned in his seat. “Like what?”

Jules shrugged one shoulder. “That you don’t want to be here.”

“And?” His voice had softened.

“And that it’s my fault, since I’m an annoying little tagalong.” Jules picked at the paper wrapper around his cone and didn’t look up. “He’s got a p—”

“If you say he’s got a point, all your underwear is going in the freezer.” All traces of gentleness were gone from his tone, leaving tightly-controlled fury in its place.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t—” Remus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t apologize, Jules.”

“You’re upset.”

“Yeah, because some little shit was picking on my brother and I wasn’t there to kick his ass.”

“I can handle it.”

If anything, that seemed to upset him even more. “Does this happen a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Have you told anyone?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to be a tattletale.”

“Jules, there’s a difference between being a tattletale and reporting a bully.” Remus tipped his chin up. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Jules’ lower lip wobbled. “I missed you. I always miss you, but he’s been really awful recently and he keeps saying the same stupid stuff over and over.”

Remus’ nose and cheeks reddened. “I missed you, too. If I could be here all the time, I would.”

“I know it’s not your fault, and I know you’re busy.” He wiped away another tear and tried to pull himself together. “But it’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” Remus agreed. “It’s not fair that I’m gone nine months out of the year, and it’s not right that people are making fun of you for it. Hang on for a second, okay?”

Jules nodded, still drying his cheeks. Remus got out of the car and jogged to the other side, then opened the passenger door and gestured for him to get out; as soon as his sneakers touched the ground, he was lifted almost a foot into the air. “I’m sorry for yelling,” he managed, burying his face in his brother’s neck.

Remus kissed the side of his head and held him close. “I’m sorry I’m not around more.”

He hooked his chin over Remus’ shoulder. “Can you promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Will you be here whenever you can? I know that might not be often, but just…when you can.”

He felt Remus’ chest hitch against him. “Always,” he whispered. “Always.”

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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I’m Sorry

Alpha!Ushijima x Beta!f!reader x Alpha!Oikawa

Warnings: THIS IS A SEQUEL to Regrets, intention of suicide, suicidal thoughts and actions [overdose, cutting, falling], mentions of self harm [overdose and cutting], angst, pregnancy, bonding mention, I did not look up Argentina resident rules

The rain was heavy today.

You felt as if it was the universe’s way of saying it was sorry for you. The ride back to school would be in the pouring rain that matched the gloominess of your heart, only to enter a campus where nobody wanted anything to do with you. His scent was all over you; despite being a Beta, you could feel it. You had been claimed and nobody would dare try and claim Ushijima Wakatoshi’s mate, despite the fact you’re not his mate.

Sobbing did little to ease the ache in your chest, eyes blotched from the constant tears and your nose sniffling as you tried to wipe away snot with your sleeves. Your sleeves, not his sleeves of a jacket you stole. Reading stories of how an Alpha would bestow their mate clothing would always warm your heart, but sitting on a dirty busstop with nobody but the rain beside you, your heart felt cold.

“What are you doing?” Someone asked. Your head snapped up to see a brunet looking down at you, his attire telling you he was dressed to run. Running? In pouring rain? What an idiot. He was gorgeous, though, hair collecting silver droplets that seemed to only accentuate his features. Your eyes trail down to the black collar adorning his neck, hidden beneath the white and blue jacket he wore. He quirked an eyebrow, giving off a small chuckle. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,”

“More like an idiot running in rain. What’s up with that?” You sniffle, rubbing at your raw nose and cursing the timing. An Alpha coming on a claimed Beta alone — words don’t need to be spoken for the other man to know why you’re crying. But instead of running off, he sits next to you. “You’re gonna get me wet, weirdo,”

“Well if I sit too close, I’d get snot on me, so maybe I’d be better keeping my distance, anyways,” he shoots back, barely batting an eye. You just scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Someone seems to have a problem with me. I don’t even know who you are, stranger,” you give off a grin, trying to keep up the light tone.

“Well, you’re wearing a Shiratorizawa jacket and you stink like Ushiwaka, so can you blame me for being a bit of an ass?” He says, grinning. Though you were keeping a light tone, his words quickly reminded you of the position you’re in. Gloomy day, pouring rain, busstop. Looking back to the ground, you sigh heavily.

“Well, at least it’s the most interaction I’ve had all day. Ushijima’s got a stick up his ass and no funny bone in his body, so I suppose if this is my last interaction, it’s better than him,” you off handedly say. The man beside you quirks his eyebrow once more, your words settling into his brain before he’s leaning closer to you. His shadow moves towards you, making you jump back. “What are you doing?”

“You’re pregnant,” he flat out says. Before you can shoot anything back, his eyes get sad as he pulls himself back some more. “You’re going to kill yourself because he abandoned you?”

“How-” you sputter, tears springing to your eyes once more, “how did you-”

“You know if he’s abandoned you, another Alpha can take claim, right? You’re not worthless,”

“Easy for you to say. I’m a Beta with an Alpha’s bond mark. An Alpha that doesn’t even want to talk to me. My family and friends have turned their backs on me because it’s my fault. I wouldn’t expect an Alpha to understand the other party’s feelings,” you say, wiping away the tears. Despite trying to appear strong, your eyes are wet and there’s snot running down your face. “No Alpha wants Ushijima Wakatoshi’s leftovers. Don’t make me laugh,”

“Well, a cute little Beta would look better with a genuine smile then tears in their eyes, wouldn’t you agree?” He smiles, rubbing your cheek, but you slap away his hand.

“Stop patronizing me. You sound like a creepy old man. Who even are you?”

“Oh, I didn’t think I had to introduce myself. I’m Oikawa Tōru,” he smiles once more, a genuine smile, as he holds out his hand. “And if there’s someone who hates Ushiwaka more than you, it’s me,”

“[Y/N]. You’re from Seijoh, right?” You shake his hand, although it’s brisk. His nod confirms your suspicions. The captain of the team that never beat Ushijima’s team, but always aimed for the top. Ushijima also mentioned how talented Seijoh’s setter was, but you never expected to be sitting on a busstop next to the man himself. “Well, you’ve gotten my life story and told me you hate Ushijima, so I guess it’s time for you to go back to running in the rain,”

“Nah, I can’t,” he shrugs, but you look at him confused, waiting for him to continue. Eventually, you ask him why. “Well, I can’t leave someone in need alone. If I leave, you’ll still kill yourself. You’re hurting and I can’t just abandon you. I’m not like other Alphas, you know.” You know his reference is to only Ushijima, but it warms your stomach nonetheless, seeing someone actually be there for you.

“I’m sorry you had to meet me then. If you hadn’t stopped, we’d both be blissfully unaware of each other’s presence,” you say, letting a sob wrack your body before covering it with a cough. “Guess I’m the weirdo getting sick,”

“Still thinking there’s no other option, huh?”

“Well what do you expect? You’re the only person who hasn’t told me to face my consequences on my own and turned your back on me. There really is no reason for me to stay here, especially if I have to raise a child without a support system. I’m still in high school, what the fuck,” you huff, running your hand through your hair, looking up at the sky, noticing how the rain has eased up and the sky is brighter. “I’ll be out when it comes, but the fact of the matter is I’ll graduate pregnant, who wants to go through that? I’m basically a cheap slut in everybody’s eyes. I just wanted to feel needed by someone I admire and this is what it results in? The more I think about it the more I want to down a bottle of painkillers and never wake up.”

“If nobody is sticking up for you, then maybe they’re not your real friends. Fair weather friends, only there for good tea and sunny days. If there’s nobody there for you, reach out for help,”

“I don’t want to be a burden,”

“People who will help you willingly won’t see it that way. Me sitting here with you isn’t burdening me, and I haven’t turned from you. I know we just met, but I want to help you. There’s a lot to live for and one setback doesn’t deserve to sever that line before you’ve even gotten to the good part. Good people exist, you just need to find them,”

“‘Find them’? I thought I had, so what’s the point in trying to find more, only to be disappointed?”

“[Y/N], was it? I’m right here, you know,” he puts a hand on his chest, a smile on his lips and shining in his eyes. “I’ve seen you at your lowest and I’m still here. Find someone like me,”

“That’s sweet, but I doubt there are multiple Oikawas running around in the rain,” you sigh, looking back up. It’s almost time for the bus, but you have a feeling that if he’s still here, then he won’t let you leave. “Are you gonna sit there until my opinion changes?”

“They don’t change that easily, trust me,” he chuckles, but it lacks the merry behind it. Glancing at him, his eyes are downcast as he runs a thumb over his knee. “But I don’t want to see someone die over one thing. There’s a lot to live for, a lot to strive for, that’s why I keep moving even after all my failures. If someone kills themselves for one thing, something I don’t see as a reason to end, I wonder if it was deeper than what it was on the surface. Was it a quick way to feel numb for a while? Was it an easy solution? Sometimes the easiest path isn’t the right one. Surviving an attempt makes you realize things can change, but what if you didn’t survive? If you regret putting the blade to your skin or stepping off the ledge seconds after you do it or seconds before death? You can’t change it once it’s in motion.”

“I never.. I never thought about it like that,” you mutter, your hands holding each other, fingers twiddling. A brief meeting with a handsome Alpha suddenly put things in perspective. A laugh breaks you from your trance, his mouth behind his hand.

“If I see an opportunity to help, I’ll be there, but the fact is I can’t change your mind. I would like to put things in perspective and give you options, but that’s all I can do. If the reason you’re planning to end it all is because you have no friends, I can help with that. I’ll be your friend when nobody else gives you a chance.”

You mull it over, thinking of your options. In the end, the worst that could happen is you end up back on the bench, in the rain, ready to match to your death. “You know, I was told that if it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is,” you mutter, but rifle through your jacket pockets for your phone. “Don’t make me regret second guessing myself, Oikawa Tōru. If you want to be my friend, I’ll take the hand extended to me,”

“Wonderful! And just in the nick of time, the bus is here,” he takes out his own phone, ready to swap numbers. As the bus pulls up to a stop, Oikawa waves at you as he pockets his phone, your contact information all piled inside. You really hope you don’t regret this decision, too.

In the few days that pass, you find yourself wondering how you could have possibly thought bad of Oikawa. He was sweet to you, introducing you to his friends (who knew about your predicament prior), with their promise they’d never turn their back. Iwaizumi was also an Alpha, but the other two were Betas. You did think it to be odd about how they seemed to willingly to help you, stay beside you, despite having no reason to. Their only reason was a promise to you. To Oikawa? Maybe, but you never asked him about it; if you did, he’d just shrug and give you a vague answer.

He promised to show you the light on a dark and gloomy evening, and he kept that promise. As your friends turned their backs on you, scoffing about how your decision will affect you for the rest of your life, Oikawa was there when you needed him the most. He was on standby all hours of the day and night, his phone always on and beside him. When your family turned you away, calling you out on your sudden friendship with another Alpha while carrying a child, they kicked you out and you had nowhere else to go, Oikawa was there. When you felt your world crumbling around you, feeling hopeless and desperate, picking up a secret stash of painkillers, Oikawa was there to talk to you. He didn’t actively take away the pills, but he sat on the other side of the door and talked to you, listened to you. Even his mom was there for you when your family and friends had left you, but Oikawa stood beside you through it all.

Then your world crumbled again.

“I’m planning on moving to Argentina,” he had said. You were looking into colleges to further your education when he had knocked on your door, his old sister’s room, sitting on the bed.

“You’re.. leaving?” You wanted to add to that sentence, but you didn’t want to seem clingy. He’s been with you for so much, you’re not entirely sure you can be independent without him.

“It’s been almost 6 months since you met me. I actually went on that run to decide if I wanted to study abroad in Argentina, but after meeting you, I decided to wait. I’ve been studying the language and keeping up with local volleyball communities, but my dream is over there,” he explains. You click your pen and set it down, ready to ask if you should leave his house, but he continues. “I wanted to know if you’d come with me.”

“Wh- What?”

“I’ve been putting in extra time so we can both move together, get a fresh start,” his face tints as he speaks, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “It seems a bit forward, now that I’m actually talking aloud about it. Sorry ‘bout that,” he chuckles, before clearing his throat.

“You want me.. to come with you?” You ask, unsure if you’re hearing correctly. He’s asking you to move to a new country with him, which is exciting! But, the baby.. “He is due soon, you know,”

“5 weeks, if I remember correctly,” he smiles, looking down at the large bump. You run a hand over it, solemnly nodding. “He’d be born in Argentina, our new home, if you come with me,”

“But Ushijima—”

“He’s abandoned you, officially. Your bond, it’s hardly noticeable anymore. The scent, I mean,” he corrects himself. “He’s basically just a sperm donor at this point,”

“This is.. very sudden, you know,”

“I know. And it’s also a very grand way of asking to court you, while also essentially marrying you, but I will say that if you choose to stay here, Iwa-chan will take care of you. He’s going to study in California for some amount of time, but that’s not for another few months. There is Mattsun and Makki, but I’m not too sure-”

“Okay, don’t stress yourself,” you giggle, getting him to stop. “I’ll go with you, but you gotta teach me the language,”

“I’ve been told I’m a great tutor, actually,”

“I believe it. Will the bond go away, or is it just the scent that’s gone?” He raises his brows at that.

“Ah, I guess you never took those classes. The bond is permanent, but another Alpha can lay claim on a mate that has been abandoned. I’d be honored to replace his bond with mine, but I’m sure you’ll need-”

“I’m ready,” you interrupt him. He sputters as he processes the words, but then smirks.

“Are you sure? I don’t plan on making mistakes, so you’ll be stuck with me, you know?”

“Tōru, I’ve been ready for a while now. Hope you don’t mind bonding me while I’m pregnant,” your hand once more rubs the large bump, settling on the top.

“It just means I’ll have to wait until it’s my turn to try,” he licks his lips, moving towards the door. The locking sound seals your fate, keeping others from interrupting your moment.

- Years Later

“Koichi, come back here!” you shout, weaving in between the crowds. Aiko is somehow still asleep on your shoulder as you chase your son through the crowd. He’s been dying to meet his favorite uncle for quite some time, so see as he’s the trainer for the Nationals team of Japan, Koichi ran once the match ended. A brief Q&A with the members of the team would happen exactly right after they left the stadium, which he knew because of his father’s position.

You finally come to a stop, grabbing Koichi’s collar as he struggles to get through the crowd. “I told you to not leave me, and what did you do? Uncle Iwa isn’t going to suddenly disappear. He’s been waiting for this day, too, you know?”

“But mama! I told him I’d be the first one!”

“That’s impossible. The paparazzi gets to him first, that’s how it works in Hollywood movies,” you joke, but you pick him up. You’re no professional athlete, but you do stay in shape to take care of two children. As soon as you pick him up, he’s shouting as he sees Iwaizumi, trying to talk to the reporters. He catches Koichi’s waving hand and decides to take a break, going towards where you are as the crowd parts.

“How is the Oikawa family doing? I see Koichi is energetic,” he laughs, taking the boy from your arms.

“Ugh, as always. Don’t know where he gets it from, it’s not like his sister is bursting with energy all day,” you gesture to the child sleeping, despite the loud crowd.

“Well, definitely Oikawa’s kid. He sleeps through anything and so does she, jeez,” he sighs, but you just laugh. A few members of his team come over, excited by the new people.

“Iwa-chan, what’s this? Wife? Your kids?? You have kids???” A man with white and black hair says, giving Koichi a high five.

“Uh, no. They’re actually Oikawa’s wife and kids. I’m the favorite uncle, of course,”

“I wanna be the uncle! ‘Samu is never gonna get married, I need to be an amazing uncle somehow,” a man with platinum blond hair says, but he’s quickly pushed aside as a familiar face comes into view.

A face you didn’t want to see.

“[Y/N], I didn’t expect to see you here,” Ushijima says, tone as flat as ever. Iwaizumi takes on a forced smile as yours drops, a frown etched on.

“Didn’t expect to see you here either. Actually, ever again,”

“Oh?” The owlish man says, eyebrows quirked up as his eyes glance between the two of you.

“I see you moved on. I’m glad to see that,”

“No thanks to you,” the venom in your voice has Koichi turning to him, looking at the larger man with large eyes. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the resemblance. He’s got the same hair color and eyes as the man in front of you, taking hardly any features from you. Not to mention, Koichi is showing signs of presenting as an Alpha.

“Darling, that’s where you were!” Oikawa shouts from over the crowd, them parting so he can mingle with the group around you. “I was wondering where my personal cheerleaders went to,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His eyes meet Ushijima’s and despite being unable to smell the tension, you can feel it. Reporters and guests alike back away as the overwhelming tension of two Alphas clash.

“Oikawa,” Ushijima says. Oikawa just tilts his head, looking over his opponent.

“I thought you’d look more defeated after I wiped the court with your ass, but I’m more disappointed in that. Emotionless as ever, aren’t you, Ushiwaka?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that,” he says, then looks to you. “I’ve been meaning to say something to you, [Y/N],”

“Trust me, I don’t want to hear it. You’re too late, Wakatoshi. You’re much too late,” you say, before nodding at Iwaizumi. “I’m leaving,”

Despite turning to leave, Oikawa taking Koichi away from his uncle and new “uncles”, despite being in the middle of a loud crowd, you can hear him. It’s quiet, almost as if he knows the words are weightless, holding nothing after years of his abandonment. Despite Oikawa’s bond pulsing, your heart still yearns for the other man, what he could have given you and what he did to you. Despite all this, you’ve fantasized about hearing those words, yet they do nothing.

“I’m sorry.”

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took forever to publish but I hope it was worth the wait! I didn’t keep track of time while writing this, so if something seems wrong just ignore it. I might come back and fix it later but probably not lol ; Argentina residency rules and citizenship requirements were not consulted for this, seeing as it only took up like one sentence, but I might change it if I look more into it of course.

#haikyuu x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima x reader #ushijima angst #BB.Angst #Ushijima.Angst #Mr. Wakatoshi #tw.pregnancy #cw.pregnancy #tw.self harm #tw.suicide #tw.suicide mention #cw.self harm #cw.suicide #cw.suicide mention #BB.🐾

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