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you're losing me
synopsis. bakugou proposes to you. you give him an unexpected response.
cw. gn!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged up (28 yrs old), some cussing
word count. 2.5k words
“Where is everybody?”
You ask as you look around the barren restaurant, which, on most days, is jampacked with high-profile customers. How Bakugou was able to get you both a table is beyond you.
“Don’t mind ‘em,” he says before dipping down to finish the rest of his soup. “They’re just a bunch of extras anyway.”
You merely hum in response.
A moment passes with the both of you finishing your appetizers when a question dawns on you.
“By the way,” you start, “what’s the occasion, Kats?”
At that, he frowns. “What, you’re saying I can’t treat my partner whenever I feel like it?”
You snort. “I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that we don’t usually opt for extremely overpriced restaurants.”
You gesture to your evening gown and his suit. “We don’t usually dress up either.”
“Yeah, well. Just go with it, okay?”
You stare at him for a beat before deciding to let it go.
“Okay.”
You’re down to the last bite of your dessert when Bakugou clears his throat. You look up, only to be met with the familiar expression of nervousness decorating his features.
It’s how he looked at you back when he first asked you out three years ago.
“You alright?” you ask.
He nods, “Peachy. Just need to tell you something.”
Almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace. You brace yourself for bad news.
“What is it?”
At your query, Bakugou suddenly stands up and circles your table, stopping right in front of you.
And before you could even comprehend what’s happening, he’s already on one knee, holding a small velvet box.
“Y/N.”
At the mention of your name, your heart doubles up its pace.
He continues, but your head is pulsing and your ears throbbing so loudly that you can barely make out the speech he’s currently giving you. You feel lightheaded, as well as the tears welling up in your eyes, clouding your vision.
He sounds uncharacteristically shy when he finally says, “Will you marry me?”
That’s the last thing you hear before you black out.
You’re met with a blinding white light when you come to.
You strain to sit up in order to look around, the movement causing Bakugou, who is on a stool beside your bed, to stir awake.
“Hey,” he says gently. “Take it easy.”
Robbed of all words, you nod, taking heed and slowly lifting yourself up into a seated position.
“Where am I?” you ask.
“The nearest hospital from the restaurant,” he explains. “You fainted.”
“Seriously?”
He nods, face stern. “Thankfully I was able to catch you before your head could hit the ground. We just need to run a few more tests before you get cleared for discharge.”
And with that, the elephant in the room remains as evident as ever.
“Look, Kats,” you start, “about earlier—”
“Let’s not talk about it right now,” he cuts you off. “Come on, let’s get you ready for discharge.”
You barely catch him before he goes to work the next day.
Bakugou’s not a morning person—you found out about that a week into dating him when you noticed how curt his messages were in the mornings—yet he’s now up at 6:24 AM, darting in and out of the rooms in your shared apartment, getting ready for the day.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s rushing to leave.
“You’re awake,” you say lamely as you enter the living room.
He grunts in response, attention directed to the duffel bag he always brings to the office on patrol days.
You want to ask him why he’s up this early, but ultimately decide against it. Instead, you say: “Did you pack your lunch already?”
“Yeah,” he gestures to his bag, “It’s in here.”
“Okay.”
You stand awkwardly by the door as you watch him zip his bag and adjust his civilian clothes that would be swapped in for his winter costume later.
He then walks up to you and presses a kiss on your forehead—so tentatively it makes you ache.
Since when did he get so hesitant with you?
“I’ll go then,” he announces.
And before you know it, the front door shuts, his perfume leaving a nostalgic fragrance in its trail.
Only then do you realize that I love you’s were not exchanged.
The days after are unremarkably the same.
He’s been getting up extra early so that by the time you wake up, he’s already on his way to the agency.
On top of that, he’s starting to work overtime now, too.
Lately, he’s been arriving home as late as almost midnight.
You try to wait up for him—you really do—but with your own work to get to the following mornings, you just couldn’t sustain that arrangement.
And so you rarely see him.
But to your relief, despite everything that’s gone wrong with Bakugou since the night he proposed, you still fall on the same bed at the end of the day.
Albeit his back is turned against you. Still, you’re grateful. There’s a certain comfort that blankets you whenever you’re near Bakugou, and that hasn’t changed one bit.
Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you mirror him, your back now facing his.
Which is why you don’t notice it until you hear a gasp.
Propping yourself up on your elbow, you look at Bakugou, who’s now sitting upright, chest heaving.
Quickly, you rouse yourself, facing him. “What’s wrong?”
He inhales deeply as his eyes dart towards you, beads of sweat now decorating his forehead.
“Nightmare,” he croaks.
At that, you grab his ice-cold hands, squeezing them in yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”
A beat passes before he reluctantly shakes his head. “It’s just the usual.”
The usual. Being held hostage by that monster, getting kidnapped, being responsible for All Might’s—
“It doesn’t matter if it’s new or not,” you retort, squeezing his hands again in an attempt to anchor him to reality. “I’m here to listen, alright?”
Bakugou hesitates for a second before nodding, a pained expression written across his face.
He starts to lean in closer, probably to drop his head at the crook of your neck like he usually does when plagued with nightmares, before hesitating and leaning back.
“Okay.”
The next morning, you wake up not only to an empty bed, but an empty house.
Still half asleep, you trudge your way toward the kitchen, where a bento box is sitting on the island. On top of it is a sticky note that reads:
Going out w the guys after shift. Don’t wait up.
Your heart sinks at the thought of not being able to see Bakugou for the day.
Still, maybe he needs this night out.
You wouldn’t want to spend time with the person who rejected you either.
With a heavy heart, you get ready for the day yourself.
Work is the least of your concerns this morning, but you figure you have to go. You could use some distraction to take your mind off your crumbling relationship.
You’re in your bed reading that non-fiction you’ve been putting off for a while now when your phone rings.
You reach for your phone, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Kirishima’s caller ID.
Huh.
You press the green button after a few seconds of letting it ring. “Hello?”
“Hey, Y/N!” a cheery voice greets you. “This is Kirishima.”
“Hey, Ei,” you start, weirdly nervous. “How are you and the rest of the squad?”
“Actually, that’s why I called you. Can you pick Bakugou up? He’s so drunk.”
Your Katsuki? Drunk?
For some reason, the idea of talking to a drunk Bakugou, who also happens to be the bluntest version of himself, elicits an unpleasant feeling in your gut.
“Really?” you ask, voice small. “How much did he drink?”
“Not a lot, but the alcohol percentage of the ones he downed are pretty high.”
When you don’t respond for a while, he pipes up with: “Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
Kirishima sounds unsure when he asks, “Is everything okay with you guys?”
“Yes, Ei.” No, Ei. I inadvertently rejected his marriage proposal.
“Okay, that’s good to hear,” he starts. “It’s just that he barely mentioned you when he was still sober—which is a rare occurrence, if you only knew. He only started calling for you when he was three glasses in.”
Despite yourself, your stomach flips in delight. He’s still thinking about me, you think to yourself.
“Anyway, as I was saying, are you good to fetch him?”
“Yes,” you stand up and grab for your keys. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”
You’re situating the car in your designated parking space when Bakugou finally stirs awake.
Once you’re parked, you turn off the engine before you reach over the console to unfasten his seatbelt. Yours follows shortly after.
You look at him, whose eyes are still closed.
“We’re here, Kats.”
At the sound of your voice, his eyes shoot open and he examines his environment, alarmed. Once he catches sight of you, though, he visibly relaxes.
Only to straighten up in his seat, stiff and unable to look you in the eye.
“You didn’t have to, uh,” he stammers, struggling to formulate coherent sentences. “Get me. You didn’t have to get me.”
You shoot him a small smile. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
He doesn’t say anything after that, eyes trained on your car’s windshield.
A moment passes before he speaks again.
“My mom made me do it, you know.”
You stare at his side profile. “Made you do what?”
“Propose to you.”
“Oh.”
He shakes his head, almost in disagreement. “The old hag really wants me to get married. I told her we didn’t have to get married because we’re happy the way things are and that shit is just for formality. Told me I’d be missing out on you wearing a wedding dress.”
You snort, “That’s what convinced you to ask me?”
He grins. “Nah. I just realized I wanted to get married if it was to you.”
Before you can even react, Bakugou shifts in his seat, breaking eye contact.
“It was stupid of me, though.”
Your stomach drops in anticipatory dread. “Stupid of you to what?”
He chuckles, although he seems anything but happy. “Was stupid of me to think someone like you would say yes to someone like me.
“I—” he stutters, “I wouldn’t marry me either.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighs, “Just…who the fuck do I think am, proposing to you? I was a horrible person who fucked things up so many times growing up. Maybe this is karma biting me back in the ass.”
“Katsuki.”
“You can do way be—”
“Katsuki!”
He jerks his head to face you, bewildered and eyes glassy.
You reach over the console to hold his scarred hand, staring him down.
“Look at me.”
He does so.
“You’re not that person anymore, alright?” You squeeze his hand, “Please don’t do this to yourself.”
Under the intensity of your gaze, Bakugou can only nod in affirmation before you engulf him in your first hug in what feels like weeks.
“Come on,” you say when you finally part, “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
Bakugou sleeps like a baby by your side that night. Meanwhile, you stay up until the wee hours of the morning, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He thinks you don’t want to marry him.
Your heart aches at the very thought of him grappling with the most false of all statements.
You want to marry him, you really do, but all your fears suddenly rose to the surface and enveloped you the second he went on one knee.
And that’s what you’re planning to confess to him tonight.
You wait, wrapped in the thickest jacket you own, seated on the bench for Bakugou to come. You left him a note alongside his bento box earlier this morning—a note that says to meet you at the indicated address.
Lost in your thoughts and in your internal monologue, you startle when somebody sits next to you.
You look to your right, only to see Bakugou in his thickest jacket, a gray beanie covering his ash blonde locks, cheeks pink from the cold.
“Do you remember this place?” you ask, voice quiet.
He scoffs, “Of course I do, dumbass.”
At that, you chuckle. “This is where we had our first date.”
He grunts in agreement. He doesn’t say anything after that.
A few seconds pass before he finally pipes up with: “So why did you bring me here?”
Your heart’s pace quickens at the query.
You gulp, although your voice still ends up shaky. “I wanted to apologize.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
You shake your head, “You don’t understand.”
He chuckles, that same one that translates to anything but happiness. “I think I do. You don’t want to marry me, I get it.”
“No,” you say, voice louder. “I want to marry you.”
At your admission, Bakugou turns to look you in the eye. The hopeful expression on his face is staggering, you want to curl up into a ball and cry. “What?”
“I said,” you repeat, “I want to marry you.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Then why have you been acting like you don’t?”
At his question, you can’t help but clench your eyes closed. This is too much, you think to yourself, but you owe Bakugou the truth.
“I’m just scared, Kats. Truly. I—” you stammer, “I just can’t shake off the fear of losing you one day. And I know your capabilities and I know how hard you work. Just that—I don’t know. The fear of seeing you killed one day is paralyzing.”
Bakugou reaches out to you, and you let him wipe away the tears that are now falling down your cheeks.
“I’m scared, too,” he offers. “But I don’t know.”
He shakes his head, “I’m more scared of not being with you.”
At his confession, you can’t help but smile. “I think that’s how I feel, too.”
You rest your head on Bakugou’s shoulder, your hand in his. You stay like that for a few minutes before you pull away and turn to regard him again.
“Can we start over?” you ask, “I want to propose to you soon.”
Bakugou smirks, nothing but elation on his face. He takes your other hand and squeezes it.
“Not if I propose to you first.”
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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 & 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 » playlist ( galadriel & halbrand/sauron )
what a wicked game to play
to make me feel this way
what a wicked thing to do
to let me dream of you
1. Wicked Game - Ursine Vulpine feat. Annaca || 2. Will You Follow Me Into the Dark - Klergy & Mindy Jones || 3. Goodbye - Apparat feat. Soap&Skin || 4. The Sea - HAEVN || 5. The Other Side - Ruelle || 6. ANIMAL - Jim Yosef x RIELL || 7. What The Water Gave Me - Florence+The Machine || 8. The Fire - Bishop Briggs || 9. Dead Inside - Muse || 10. Breathe - Fleurie || 11. Underground - Lindsey Stirling || 12. Can't Help Falling in Love - DARK VERSION featuring brooke // Produced by Tommee Profitt || 13. Fountain Of Eternity - Eternal Eclipse || 14. The Willow Maid - Erutan || 15. Terrible Thing - AG&Brad Gordon || 15. My Immortal - Evanescence || 16. Circle - Evael || 17. Me And The Devil - Soap&Skin || 18. Trøllabundin - Eivør
#it took me so long to make omg#i tried to keep the balance between fantasy vibe and the modern vibe#then again it's just my interpretation#i hope you guys enjoy it <3#haladriel#saurondriel#galadriel#halbrand#rings of power#playlist#rop playlist#restlesstides#ship:bind yourself to me#galadriel x halbrand#halbrand x galadriel#rings of power playlist#just a fan thing#myedit
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Love You to The Moon and Back // Chapter Two - Atlantis
Eventual Dad Chishiya with Mute Child Reader - Platonic Only
3.8k+ Words
Chapter Warnings - Angst, Violence, Blood, Gore, Death, Descriptions of Panic, please let me know if I have missed any <3
Chapter Summary - The rest of the game is underway. Who will manage to leave unscathed?
Authors Note // I’m so glad people have enjoyed this! I really hope this chapter lives up to people’s expectations, and please trust me, fluff will be coming I promise you! Please let me know your thoughts, any mistakes, something I missed, anything you’d like to see, reblogs, comments and hearts are very much appreciated :,) I hope Chishiya isn’t OOC here, I tried my best <3
Getting out from under the bed was a slow process at first, but when they could hear subtle movements and murmured conversation they figured the hunter was gone.
Y/n rubbed the side of her head, not too happy about the fact she'd gone and banged it. Her mother took her gently by the shoulders, rubbing them for a brief second in a show of comfort. "Okay darling, let's see if we can get any of those keys now, hm?" Her semi-stable voice was doing little to hide the fear she felt, it seemed she was only keeping it together for the sake of her daughter.
The older woman hiding under the other bed had slowly gotten up as well, now remaining crouched by the side of the bed. Her breathing was shaky at best and her eyes had a haunted look to them, it was fair to say she looked traumatized. "We... we really die don't we... I thought you were lying, I can't...They're not really..." Her voice trailed off to an unintelligible murmur. It seemed denial was the only thing she was able to process at this second.
Y/n's mother sighed heavily, looking solemn as she did. "Let's start looking." Giving her daughter a kiss on her forehead she began making her way to the door.
"Y/n...Stay in here for now okay, I won't be going far. Try and find anything useful in this room that could help us, yeah?" Giving her daughter a fleeting smile she exited the room, leaving the door open in case of any emergency.
Y/n looked over to the only other occupant in the room, she was shakily trying to get up, pushing on the bed as support. Her breathing was still laboured but Y/n hoped she would be okay in the end. It's a lot to take in, especially by yourself. I mean, turning around and everyone being gone, having to participate in game's for your own survival? At the cost of complete strangers? Y/n couldn't imagine adjusting to this way of life. Surely they aren't stuck here? Forever having to worry about whether they're going to live during the next game or not? Beginning to grow tired of the endless questions in her head and no answers for them, she set about looking around the room.
The time read 42:59 and Y/n still hadn't found a single thing except maybe the sharpened pencil. The little desks next to the bed were empty, the slim cupboard only contained a few wooden hangers and the bathroom door wouldn't even open. It was when the older woman had finally stumbled her way into standing, beginning to follow after where her mother had gone, that Y/n saw it. A small wooden box wedged between the little bedside desk and bed frame. The older woman must have nudged the stand out of place when she made her way out from under the bed.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment of having found something useful, Y/n skidded over, enthusiastically tugging at the wooden box until it came free. The feeling of dejection came soon after, as Y/n realized she had no idea how to open the thing. There was no lock on the box, no padlock either. It only appeared to look like one. A full rectangle box with a small metal flap handle and a painted on lock. There wasn't even a seal where it could attempt to be pried open.
The only other thing Y/n seemed to notice was that it was hollow. As she shook the box, a rattling sound resonates from within. There was definitely a key in there. Y/n was sure of it. She stood up and raised her hands above her head, throwing the box onto the floor. It bounced slightly on impact, the rattling more recognisable with more force, only the box didn't even have a dent in it. The slightest scratch was the only indication of the attempt she had made of getting the key.
She couldn't throw it again, it would just be a waste of time if the first try didn't hinder any promising results. Stomping on it would do no good either, not for her anyway. Y/n picked up the box, looking briefly at the time. 41:02. She made her way towards the door, peeking out cautiously. Y/n turned her head right first.
Spotting the hoodie guy making his way back towards the rooms from down the hallway. He had the barest of smiles on his face and his sauntering walk displayed how confident he was feeling. He must have gotten the key from the box he had earlier.
He spotted her staring at him, raising one of his eyebrows at her in return. As he was going to one of the rooms that was shut on the other side of the hallway Y/n decided to move forward, catching his eye again as she stood in front of him now. He hummed, insinuating the question before glancing down at the box she was protectively holding in her arms. Offering the box to him, a small clatter coming from within as she did so. He responded to her silent question, "Oh? You want me to open it?"
Nodding as she passed off the box to him, Y/n began getting out the piece of paper in her front overall pocket. He paused in his brief examination of the box to rest his eyes on the paper she held out in front of her, now opened up and displaying the sequence of numbers she had written before. Wanting him to get the message that this was important she held it up closer to his face. "Hm? The rounds? I don't need it." Lowering the paper she blinked up at him. He clarified for her, "I already know it."
Y/n blinked back up at him before nodding and lowering the paper, folding it and placing it back in her pocket for safe keeping. "Found one!" A booming voice reverberated into the once quiet corridor, making its way through the open rooms. "Well give it here then!" A different voice responded. What sounded like a tussle of clothes and then footsteps echoed back before the person made their appearance. It was one of the men wearing swim shorts and sandals. With a key in one hand and his gun loosely held in the other he stalked his way past Y/n and hoodie guy, a smug toothy grin plastered across his face.
39:02.
Y/n's mother came out of the room she was previously in, holding a bigger box than Y/n originally had. Walking over to her mother she could see words were engraved in three sides of the box, three different padlocks holding it shut. Already Y/n could tell it must be way thicker than the one she had as her mother's arms trembled under the weight they were supporting. "I found this one as well!" Relief a clear emotion in her mother's expression. If counted right, they only had two keys left to find, one left to unlock and three more rounds. They might actually be able to clear another game.
"You should hide if you want to live." Hoodie guy called out before he entered the room he was still standing in front of. Y/n took out her phone, looking down at the time before starting to tug desperately on her mother, panic clear in her action. Her mother followed swiftly, placing the boxed key in a corner before following her daughter and hiding under the same bed, in the same room they had last time.
38:01.
The same shrill buzz rang out. A loud curse quickly followed, pounding footsteps charged down the corridor before silence. Y/n's breaths were coming out shorter and shorter each time she inhaled. Fear was not something she dealt with well. Soon after screams were once again bestowed on the unwilling listeners. Horrible, guttural screeches that couldn't have just belonged to the man accompanied squelching wet slashes. It briefly reminded Y/n of when she'd play in the damp mud outside.
The buzz sounded out and Y/n couldn't even recall hearing footsteps this time. She was scared. What if next time the hunter finds them? Not being able to hear when he was close or not, what would be worse? Hearing him coming or having no idea he was standing above you? Y/n couldn't tell but she knew she did not want to find out. Her mother gently helped her from under the bed, holding her tight when she was close enough. Nothing compared to the worry her mother felt in those two minutes. Y/n was concerned about whether her mothers heart would give out before they completed the game, the thumping in Y/n's ears a clear indication of the fear her mother experienced.
Clutching tight to her mother's hand and skirts, they both made their way to the open doorway. The two swim shorts were pacing down the hallway, glancing into a room that was wide open, a thick trail of blood coated the floor. Both of the men were spreading it about with their footprints and it was only then Y/n noticed the slumped body down the far left of the hallway, it was the high school boy. His white school shirt was soaked in blood, a knife sticking out of his back.
Y/n didn't realize she was shaking until her mother crouched down, smoothing her hair and shushing at her, beginning to hum a small tune. It was one of Y/n's favourites. Every night when she'd be tucked into bed her mother would sit beside her, humming this little song. It would never fail to send her off to sleep. It made Y/n's mother sad. What happened for her to have to use it to calm down her traumatized child, a body not even twenty feet away.
When her mother pulled her in, over her shoulder Y/n could see hoodie guy making his way back down the hall towards them. He stopped right next to them, glancing down at the child nestled in her mothers hold before interrupting them. "Where is the box you had? Did you unlock it?" Her mother had stopped humming, pulling away briefly to address the younger man. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. It's in the room just past us here, I put it down in the corner." Responding almost sheepishly, an apologetic smile overtaking her face. The man sighed before making his way past them into the room they'd barely stepped out of.
Her mother turned back to her, carefully caressing her face, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Darling, why don't you go see if he needs any help, hm?" Giving her a much gentler smile filled with love and care. Y/n nodded, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve before shuffling into the room. Her mother lingered, crouched there for a few more seconds before standing and making her way to the remaining unopened rooms. The two swim suit guys had stopped pacing a while ago, now stood together, having a tense conversation, going off of the furrowed brows and strained muscles.
Hoodie guy looked up from where he was standing. He'd moved the locked box onto the available counter space under the TV. His eyebrows raised the smallest amount, giving her a once over before going back to what he was doing. Y/n made her way over, going to stand next to him when he spoke, "Are you going to help?" She paused before looking up at the box, words were inscribed in the wood appearing as a riddle. She was never any good at them, never understanding what they were asking of her, so she shook her head. He hummed before asking, "What are you doing in here then?" She shrugged. He took one last look at her before going back to fiddling with one of the padlocks.
Y/n stood swaying on her feet gently before an idea came to mind. She stood back next to him and took the paper she'd used previously, writing on it. Hoodie guy had managed to unlock one of the padlocks already, unlocking the second one with a telling click. Y/n slid the paper over to his line of eyesight. Pausing as he read it he looked back at her somewhat condescendingly. "Chishiya." Her mouth parted slightly, nodding to him as she took the paper back and began to draw on it. He released a puff of air before going back to the third and final padlock.
27:33.
Hoodie guy, now known as Chishiya, was still working on the final lock when her mother entered the room again. Y/n folded up her piece of paper before making her way over to her, placing it in one of her side pockets this time. Y/n wrapped her arms around one of her mothers legs as she addressed Chishiya, "I wasn't able to find the other box this round, how are you getting on with that one? Do you need any help?" Chishiya didn't even spare a look over his shoulder before replying, "No. Just focus on finding the other box." Her mother merely nodded before noting how they only had a minute or so left to hide.
Chishiya didn't bother replying to Y/n's mother, so she took her daughter back over to the same bed they hide under. Getting into position they waited a few seconds before Chishiya followed suit under the other bed, bringing the box with him and tucking it under with him as well. The same buzzer sounded and all went still. Footsteps travelled down the hallway, pausing every few seconds before continuing. A vague thud came from further down the hallway. They were now listening to the footsteps picking up their pace, advancing quickly on the mistake one of the swimsuit guys probably made.
The footsteps stopped abruptly before gunshots rang out, and instead of screams they could hear grunts and yells. A few more gunshots rang out before the heavy thuds continued and the yells escalated. Y/n brought her knees into her chest, tucking her head down into them. More thuds, something shattering, a loud snap, a shriek, then wails before two gunshots silenced them. There were brief sounds of someone moaning, gurgling and choking before a sudden noise and two separate thuds. The footsteps retreated just before the end buzz.
Chishiya pulled himself out from under the bed, the box swiftly following, going back to working on the padlock. When Y/n and her mother arose from the bedside he commented, "Go and find the last box." Her mother heavily sighed, trembling hands leaving her daughter's shoulders before making her way to the hallway, one last comment directed to Y/n. "Stay here until I get back, okay?" Watching as her mother left Y/n fidgeted in place, deciding on going back to drawing instead.
22:47.
The last padlock opened and Chishiya was quick to take the fourth key, a smug look beholding his face as he left the room. Assuming he was going to unlock the next box and then try and look for the fifth key Y/n went back to her drawing. There wasn't much she could do with only a black pen and grey pencil but she made do. She imagined the grass she drew was green, hills round and vibrant in the distance with patches of grass sprouts, a clear blue sky with a few clouds of all various shapes and sizes. Two figures stood in the middle, her and her mother, surrounded by tall stems showing off the different coloured flowers they held.
It had been a fair while since she'd seen her mother or Chishiya. Only hearing the vague sounds of them moving around different rooms, attempting to find the last box.
She figured it had been the two swim guys who died. It had sounded like they had attempted to fight the hunter, had the noise they made been on purpose to lure the hunter to them? Had they set a trap for him? Y/n imagined for a second what it could have been like had they beaten him. Would they have been free to search for the last box without needing to hide again or would another hunter have taken his place?
16:50.
Folding up her drawing and putting it into her side pocket again she left the room, stepping into the hallway. Avoiding looking left she turned right, heading towards where she assumed her mother was. She was looking in one of the slim cupboards when Y/n arrived. This room was much bigger than the small room they'd previously been hiding in. It only had one bed to the far right against the wall, a large window opposite the doorway, bathroom door next to the window on the left wall. The TV and counter were the same in every room except this one had a small coffee table, two seater sofa and one chair in the empty space to the direct left of Y/n. Overall the room was spacious.
"Y/n! My sweet girl we need to hide, come on-" Her mother began to say before she was cut off, Y/n having taken notice of a small black box peeking out from behind the sofa. She hastily made her way over before tugging it free. It was a smooth black metal box complete with a wide silver handle and four slots on the top. It was a four digit number they needed, but what number? Could it be the four boxes already revealed? Is that the number they needed to unlock the final key? Showing the box to her mother, the happiness on her face melting away her fears. They had the final box, they had hope.
They were abruptly cut off by the buzzer, panic-stricken her mother dragged them over to the only bed in the room. Shoving the box under the bed as Y/n scrambled her way to the head of the bed, curling in on herself in fright. Her mothers rapid breathing was the only thing filling the room. Not even any footsteps. Clutching the small black box tight against her chest she looked up. As Y/n made eye contact with her mother she tried to reassure her daughter with a smile, before two sets of thick black boots caught her eye. Standing right next to their bed, facing it, was the hunter.
The last thing Y/n would see of her mother was her eyes, ones that would later haunt the child that should have been too young for a world as cruel as this. Dragged out from under the bed, her mother was pulled from the safe haven they had by the hunter that had swooped down, gripping onto what he could reach and pulling. Screams of panic tore its way out of her mothers throat. Sounds of struggle and those screams reached the child, quivering in shock and fear, still under the bed. Eyes held open, frozen in her movements minus the uncontrollable shaking, accompanied by tears and panicked gasping breaths.
Her mother suddenly screamed out, "Y/n, Run!" Becoming aware of what was happening her throat was beginning to close up, choking on her tears and lack of air, she startled. "For gods sake Y/n! Listen to me and run!" Her mother squawked out. Short, guttural screams were accompanied with her mothers begging and with each one followed by squelching. Her flesh was getting torn apart, her mother was being murdered. A splatter, and then, "Please... Y/n!" Choking followed not long after.
Suddenly scuttering out from under the bed Y/n turned tail and ran, sobbing and gasping all the while. Charging hand first into a door, forcing her way through, other hand still grasping onto the small black box. She fell forward, clambering her way under the first of the two beds available in this room. Curling into herself, arms caging the box into her body, her hands covered her ears. Silent sobs wracked through her, never ending and bitter. Not noticing when the buzzer sounded, for what would be the last time.
Her sobbing had stopped only to be replaced by stuttered breathing, not enough oxygen reaching her starved lungs. Eyes wide and desperate, hands covering her ears. She must've been in shock. Her muscles spasmed in short bursts with her hurried breathing, before a head appeared in her field of view. It was Chishiya, crouched down next to the bed she was hiding under. He must've said something. Watching his mouth move, but no sound reaching her. Shifting his position slightly he held out his hand to her.
It took most of the ten minutes, but slowly, her shaking dwindled and air was easier to come by. Hiccups wracked her form, a few tears escaping past her lashes. Barely audible, wounded noises escaped past her tightened throat. Taking her hands off of her ears she shifted and grasped onto the hand offered to her. Sliding out from under the bed, she came face to face with Chishiya. Roughly scraping her shirt material over her eyes she offered up the box to him.
Chishiya took the box from her smaller hands. Standing, before looking down at her he gently placed a single hand on her head, barely touching it, before starting to make his way back to reception. A whimper left the child and soon after he felt small arms wrap themselves around one of his legs. Albeit uncomfortable, he didn't bother to shake her off. Slowly making their way down the hallway Y/n's eyes were sealed shut, tripping over her own feet every few steps.
Eventually getting fed up Chishiya reached down to try and gently pry her hands off. When that didn't work and only ended up working the child up once more he spoke, "You're going to need to let go if we want to clear the game." The only response he received was a fearful whimper, arms tightening in desperation. A long sigh left Chishiya, looking down once more at her, a few seconds passed before he made up his mind.
He crouched down, speaking once more as Y/n's arms fell away, "Get on." A few hiccups from the young girl passed before he repeated himself, obvious annoyance in his tone. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Chishiya stood back up. A forced puff of air leaving him. Resting her head on his back, Y/n was being carried towards reception. She vaguely remembers hearing the box unlocking, a twist of the key, Chishiya speaking.
GAME CLEAR. CONGRATULATIONS.
Y/n closed her eyes as Chishiya held onto her for support, beginning to make his way to the car outside. The swaying motions rocking her into an exhausted sleep.
Taglist - @arivh @em-asian
#chishiya shuntaro#chishiya alice in Borderland#Chishiya x reader#chishiya imagine#chishiya shuntaro x reader#child reader#dad chishiya#i hope you guys enjoy it <3
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Thor
Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Avengers Team
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Press and Tabloids, Gossip, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Team as Family
Summary:
Midgard's tabloids always have plenty to say about Thor's relationship with Steve. As do the rest of the team. Easy enough to laugh off for the most part, but even Steve is capable of surprising Thor when photos of their latest date surface online.
#my fics#my latest bingo square filled!#i hope you guys enjoy it <3#thundershield#stevethor#thorsteve
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Pain is a great motivator…
Part 26 || First || Previous || Next
—Full Series—
Meanwhile Toriel:
(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)
Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!
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Feelings Thawed
Character; Cater Diamond
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.
“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.
Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!”
He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.
You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.
He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.
Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”
Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”
You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”
Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.
“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?”
The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.
You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”
Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand.
It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.
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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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Halsin worked hard to make the puff dough by hand so he could bake the most delicious apple pie with a dash of cinnamon.
Would you like some?
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 halsin#halsin#my art#digital art#illustration#sketch#more self indulgent halsin baking#i am working on a little bit more of him#no cake this time#sorry guys#hope you enjoy some nice chest action tho
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Sonic Versus Surge (based on Sonic IDW Issue 50)
Music: Under the Skin - Toriena
#sonic the hedgehog#surge the tenrec#sonic#Sonic IDW#animatic#storyboard#storyboards#finally it's doneeeeee#hope you guys enjoy thanks for the love on any of the sneak peeks i posted <3
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Oh Luz...
First part - Previous part < Here
Last part I'll be making of this scenario for now!
Thank you so much for everyone's support and thank you again @petitprincess1 for letting me use your idea! It was fun putting my own twist on it, and definitely ended up longer than I had planned... guess you guys can't complain lol
I'm already working on the next fancomic I wanna make :)c
You can find the pages as soon as they're done and some exclusive art/extras on my Ko-fi! You even get a little extra comic under the cut, free of charge. I'm that nice
Luz is regretting accepting this deal. If she wasn't already...
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yuka-tan,, i love you forever
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Compass charm coming soon...
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Extra:
Kofi
#moomers#mayamaya#hasahasa#fancomics#splatoon oc#splatoon 3#hasamaya#I made this because I discovered a new songs#vibe so hard to it#and go on a delulu drafting in one evening#so it might look rush a bit#so yeah#anyway#i hope you guys enjoy /(^^)/
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playing for keeps – chapter one
alexia putellas x barçakeeper!childhoodfriend!reader
status: ongoing
(a/n in the tags) [chapters: one, two]
word count: 2.9k
The darkness lurched and a sensation of falling brought you back to your senses. There was a momentary confusion–as was the case after leaving the half-conscious state–but it didn’t take you long to piece the world back together. A shudder disturbed the panel beneath your feet and you felt the running tremor that followed accompanied by a low rumble you could barely hear through the stressing pressure in your ears. You blinked your eyes open and there was a rawness to them that made you squint, taking in a familiar scene that greeted you past the window as you did.
A deep purple tint veiled the brilliance of the sun, casting the world into the cool calm of dusk, as the remainder of the day streaked the horizon with its fading light. You recognised the sloping silhouettes of the mountains that stood tall in the distance, seeming all the more greater against the early evening sky, comfortingly familiar and inviting in their grand stillness.
The intercom played a three-tone melody followed by a voice that filtered through the static.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Barcelona. The local time is six hours ahead of the Newark area, and it is currently approaching six in the evening. Please remain seated with your seatbelts on until the ‘Fasten Seatbelt’ sign has been switched off. It has been our pleasure to serve you on this flight. Thank you, and a very good evening.”
In the moments that followed, chatter erupted all around you. Tearing your gaze away from the window, finally, you unbuckled your seatbelt but made no move to get up, opting instead to rest your cheek on your hand.
The thing that made window seats great–apart from the view, of course–was the fact that people who were in no rush to get off the plane wouldn’t feel compelled to move to avoid obstructing other passengers. And you, who was normally eager to stretch your legs after a particularly long flight such as this one, very much needed another moment to gather yourself. So you watched on as the other passengers stood and shuffled about, opening and closing the overhead bins to retrieve their luggage.
A restlessness crept over you. It erupted from somewhere deep down your gut to your limbs, and the feeling had you longing to jump out of your seat–to run–but you stayed put. There you waited, drumming a rhythm with your fingers against your thigh as your other leg bounced to the same chaotic pace. And without any bidding, the scenes you’d thought of before you sank into the nap you’d just woken up from flashed through your mind, relentless in their effort to tear you apart again.
You craned your neck to the side to see through the window. Somewhere at the far side of the airport, a yellow light flashed from a parked plane. It reminded you of fireflies and–
No.
You halted the memory and instead resorted to counting the number of times it blinked to keep your mind occupied.
“Excuse me, is everything okay?”
You blinked.
Turning away from the window to the direction of the voice, you saw an attendant looking at you with a curious expression.
“Yes,” you stuttered out.
Behind her you noticed that all of the seats were empty, and probably for quite some time now, so you gave her a quick apology when you stood to gather your belongings. You began for the exit after closing the overhead cabin but the stewardess stopped you again with another question.
“You’re a professional footballer?”
You looked at her over your shoulder. Your surprise at her question must have been clear on your face because she looked down at your duffel bag and then back at you with just a hint of amusement by the way her brow was lifted.
Oh. You forgot about that.
You hefted your Barça bag over your shoulder as you replied, “Uh, yeah. Are you much of a fan?”
“I love it. Love watching and playing it whenever I can. I’m more of a Madridista, though.”
“Oh. That’s a shame.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at your dry humor but without any hint of offense.
The both of you continued to the exit.
“What position do you play?”
“Keeper.”
“Very cute. How long have you been playing for Barça?”
“I’m just newly transferred, actually.”
By this point, the both of you had arrived at the plane’s open door.
“Oh, really? Well, I wish you all the best for your season. And I hope this doesn’t come across as unprofessional but is it okay if I asked you for a picture?”
“Thank you. And no, not at all.”
After you posed for the photo, she thanked you. You felt her fingers brush over yours as she took back her phone before she sent you a playful wink. Her beauty attracted you, yes, and years ago such blatant advances from a fine woman would’ve been received warmly by you but not anymore–especially not today. So instead, you gave her a polite, almost apologetic, nod and parted ways with a small smile as you shuffled out of the plane.
It was a haze, your journey through the gates, the baggage reclaim zone, and the checkpoints. The lights and images melted together in one big blur, the noises coalesced to a low drone, before the world focused again when your phone screen lit up.
‘I’m in the arrival hall,’ it said.
Despite yourself, your heartbeat picked up upon seeing it and a familiar restlessness made you shiver. You shook your head, rolling your luggage towards the arrival hall, tapping your thumb against the handle of your roller, the strap of your duffel bag clutched tightly in your other hand.
With every step, your heart jumped in anticipation.
You turned the corner and your chest stilled.
And at the sight you beheld, you were gone. It was like you were seventeen all over again.
To you, it was as if the world became brighter, the colors and shapes now sharper, and she was the light that made everything that much clearer.
A thought rang clear in your mind, Oh, god, she’s right there. And she’s so beautiful.
She was leaning back against one of the columns that lined the terminal, the darkness of her outfit a stark contrast against the white paint which made her all the more easier to spot. Her eyes were trained on her phone as she tapped away at it with a small, soft smile adorning her face; that, for some reason, made your heart ache. A few locks of her hair escaped the hold of her ear and they framed her face in such a way that made her look inviting and at the same time accentuated that air of untouchability that seemed to be always present around her. Some people recognised her as they walked past, their heads turning and fingers pointing, but none of them seemed to be inclined to disturb her, which you were grateful for.
Just one more minute, one more moment. You wanted to take her in as she was for just that bit longer.
It was as if she sensed you because, not a second later, she looked up to scan the crowd briefly, and then you were locked in her gaze. There was still quite a distance left between the two of you but even from where you stood, you saw her face lit up to a beaming grin as she met your eyes. She tucked her phone into her back pocket and gingerly pushed off from the column to approach you, sidestepping the people in her way with ease.
The next thing you knew, the familiar scent of wintergreen and mint, mixed with the faint sweetness of cinnamon and vanilla, washed over your senses. And the warm weight of her arms and body was all you could think about–could feel. Then a peck branded your cheek that left them feeling heated despite the dampness of her hair against your skin there.
Squinting through the sudden rawness of your eyes, you wrapped your arms around the strength of her, looping them around her waist as your hands found purchase on the small of her back. You hid your face in the safety of her neck, just like you’d done many times over the years. Like this, it was as if the two of you were still best of friends. Like you still knew each other like you used to.
“Hello, pretty girl,” she breathed against your ear. “Welcome back.”
As she said this, you knew in your mind–believed–that you were finally home. And the thought was enough to steal and return your breath to you.
You whispered.
“It’s good to be home, Alexia.”
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The car ride was silent. It had started to drizzle not long ago and it had grown heavy enough that Alexia needed to turn the windshield wipers on. The wipers made a steady rhythm when they met the hood of the car and made a slight squeaking noise as they moved up and down the windshield–two of the few sounds that made the air in the car bearable.
The world outside the passenger side’s window had devolved to blobs and blurs from the droplets that clung to the glass. Still, you kept your gaze there as guilt gnawed at your gut the same way you worked your lower lip between your teeth.
The thing was, the walk to the car wasn’t bad at all. The both of you had chatted while Alexia led you to where she parked her car, your duffel bag hoisted casually over her shoulder despite your protests. But the moment the doors of her car slammed shut, so did you–it was as if all the weight of the past few months–exacerbated by the restless plane ride, finally hit you.
And to Alexia’s credit, she’d done everything she could to remove the silence. She asked you about your flight (again) and when that didn’t work, she began to talk football. She asked you about your last season, about how you won your league and wondered about how that must’ve felt like for you. Alexia briefly turned the topic to Barça and sprinkled in some funny stories she hadn’t told you over the sparse messages you’d exchanged that you reacted to. You were just about to settle into the conversation when she inquired about your negotiations with the club and how you felt about returning to Barça; she solicited the reason that made you inclined to come back. At that, you clammed up again. Alexia didn’t seem to notice because she began to mention things you used to do or like–things she didn’t know you didn’t do nor like now–in the quest to get you talking.
For each question she asked, you’d given her back the same kind of nothing: a yes, a no, a hum. The simple drizzle had turned to steady rain pattering against the roof, and the calming sound did nothing to ease the growing tension in the car. Despite the desire to engage in a conversation with Alexia, it was as if all of your thoughts–or at least the capacity to string them together–were hiding behind the dark curtain of your mind, the heavy veil tailored from the same fabric that weighed in your chest. Weariness pervaded your bones and your soul, and it exhausted you past the point of exchanging pleasantries and niceness, a task now seemingly impossible.
So you excused yourself from the conversation. You told her it was jet lag. Alexia nodded in understanding, but the light in her eyes had dimmed, and she trained them on the road with deliberate focus, her lips tightening to a line fit for silence.
Despite not having spent time with her like you used to the last two years you’d been away, the language of her face and body was still familiar to you–and how could they not when they’d carve themselves into the tissues of your mind?–enough to know that she wasn’t convinced at all with what you said. Because maybe, just maybe, you were to her as she was to you: familiar.
The thought provided little comfort, and the guilt felt heavier, another stone dropped into the pitcher.
And the feeling gave way to another thought, unpleasant in the way it told you what you already knew. Alexia took time to drive you to your apartment instead of resting for tomorrow’s practice, and this was how you treat her? How nice.
Then another.
Just like how you treated Olivia, right?
Your eyes closed from the sting that followed, a stitch torn from a newly-sewn wound. And you tried to prevent yourself from crying, but the darkness only served to rub salt to the cut as it made the fleeting images clearer and the words ever louder.
“I’m so stupid! So stupid…”
“Go. Please, just go. You won’t find happiness here.”
A touch to your arm startled you back to the present. The jostle from the gasp you let out was enough to make a tear fall, and you turned to Alexia who already had her eyes on you; her face graced with concern and a question.
The car had stopped, and now parked outside of your apartment complex.
“What’s wrong?” Came the gentle question.
Your heart lurched at the look she laid upon you, followed by an ache, a longing for the old times–back when you used to tell each other everything. But how could you tell her about this? About what led to this? When the fire from that night remained, glowing patiently as an ember in the dark, waiting for the wind to call her name again–to set her aflame again?
Another tear escaped your eye before you could turn away, which you brushed off with the back of your hand before you met Alexia’s gaze again.
“Nothing. I’m just–I’m sorry for being a bitch.” You said with a small, apologetic smile.
Alexia traced some invisible path along your face, regarding you with a pensive look. The moment took long enough that you considered she’d press you for information. Instead, she teased softly with a half-smile, “Don’t worry about it. What else is new?”
Your shoulders eased down a bit.
“Still a smart-mouth, I see,” you laughed with more than a bit of air, “Indeed, what else is new?”
At that, Alexia chuckled with you but the pressing silence returned.
Then Alexia sighed.
“How long has it been since we’ve played together?”
Her brows knitted together at her own question as she leaned back against her seat, putting her hands behind her head which pulled the sleeves of her shirt up just enough to reveal the tattoo on the underside of her arm.
You casted your eyes aside, your gaze fleeting to the unlit window of your apartment.
A memory intruded your mind again.
“I’m not sure,” you half-whispered.
“Two years.” Something in her tone told that she knew that you knew, but she didn’t call you out on it. But it seemed she was more inclined to call you out on something you said a long time ago. “I hope you’ve made peace with whatever made you leave all the way to the States of all places.”
You looked at her. Alexia’s brow was raised in silent expectation. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on.”
“‘Come on’, what?”
“You were offered a place in Lyon–in Bayern. Bayern! When I heard you were leaving, I went, ‘That’s it. Bayern has her’. Imagine my surprise when you said you were going to America.” Alexia scoffed as she gestured in the air with her hands for emphasis. A pause before she continued, “Now, tell me why you really went away.”
“I already told you.”
“Yeah. What was it you said? ‘I’ve always wanted to see what the competition is like there’? For someone who talked about Neuer and Bayern all the time second to Barça, it always made me think how and when the NWSL crossed your mind.”
Guess you don’t know me that well then.
You bit your tongue before you could say it. Instead, you shrugged and sighed, hunching forward so you could rest your elbows on your knees, fingers clasping together as you twiddled your thumbs. “If you don’t want to believe what I said, that’s up to you. I stand by it.”
Alexia regarded you with that same deciphering look she’d been giving you the whole night. And as if she finally understood that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with you, she shook her head and sank back down in her seat.
“Indulge me, then. Tell me, what’s the verdict?” Alexia drawled, dripping with thinly-veiled sarcasm.
It wasn’t like home.
“Really appreciate the judgment all over your tone, Alexia.” You replied drily then added, “And it was great, thank you very much.”
Alexia tilted her chin up to release a laugh. A strand of her hair fell out of place and she brushed it back with a finger.
“Well, you should tell me more about how you enjoyed yourself, then. I’m sure you have a lot of stories to tell.” You heard the unspoken words, ‘Stories you never bothered to tell me through the phone or during the instances we’d met during the time you were away.’
I would’ve enjoyed it better if you were there.
“Where do you want me to begin?” If Alexia heard the weary sigh in your tone, she made no indication she did.
“I don’t know. Where do you want to start?”
I went away because of you.
“At this point, we’ll be here all night.” You laughed.
Alexia chuckled, and then softly she said, “Just tell me anything then.”
Distance didn’t work. My heart is still yours.
You hummed, thinking of a story, as you finally eased back on your seat and then you began.
“Well…”
#ap11#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#woso x reader#my writing#a/n: that benfica vs barca match today was definitely something#also not sure when ill be able to post chapter two but i hope you guys enjoy this <3
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Do we have another go?
Do we bow out and take our separate roads?
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gojo feels life start anew now that you’re by his side
a/n: hi hi friends ! this is heavily inspired by this song !! i think it’s so sweet and yeah <3 (unrelated but my bf sent me it i was geeking out for a week ok) ALSO GIGI (@4sat0ruu) I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SO MUCH MY FELLOW LATINA 🙏🙏🙏; slightly latinx coded reader bc i can !
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translations: mi amor // my love, hermoso(a) // beautiful, mi corazon // my heart, cariño // sweetheart
there was time in gojo satoru’s life that he felt his life had essentially ended. he felt isolated, like no one would ever fill the void he felt in his chest.
he didn’t think he had anyone to lean on when he needed it, opting for a façade of cockiness and jokes when anyone asked if he was alright.
you saw through it all. with a concerned frown on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could and squeezing him.
“i don’t need your hugs, y/n,” he scoffed, hoping you didn’t hear the wobble in his voice, “I’m the strongest, i can take on anything by myself.”
“I’m sure you can, but you don’t have to,” you whispered, not letting go for a second. you heard the tremble in his breath, the hitch in his throat when he heard your next words, “I’m right here, you’ll be okay.”
for a split second satoru saw the world for all its warmth and love rather than its faults and challenges. he felt the love and support he’d only ever imagined, the suns warm rays hitting his skin as you held him tightly.
it faded as you pulled away, and he could hear nobara and yuji yelling in the distance, toge and yuta laughing at something.
“I’ll be here if you need me, okay?” you reassure him, your hand lingers on his shoulder for a bit before you walk away.
you’re only two steps away when you feel satoru gently grab your wrist, letting go not even a second after he did. when you turn to face him he looks shocked, as if he didn’t have control of his own body for a second.
“uh- can-” he stumbles over his words, not knowing exactly what to say and not exactly having the courage to say whatever they were.
“yeah, i can,” you smile softly, taking his hand in yours, “how about we get some food, when’s the last time you had actual food and not take out or sweets?” you question.
satoru rolls his eyes, scoffing before counting the days on his fingers, “it hasn’t been that long,” he mumbles, smiling a bit when you shake your head and laugh at him.
it’s been three years since then, somewhere along the way the line of caring friend and something more had been crossed, pinkies interlinking during movie night, a stolen kiss in a maintenance closet when hiding from an upset yaga.
he’s not exactly sure what’s making him reminisce on that day. maybe he’s recalling the way the sunshine felt on his skin, the way it does now as it pours in through the blinds, landing on his bare chest.
“you didn’t snore this time” you mumble, voice a bit hoarse as you wake up.
satoru grins, “I told you I’d stop,” you can’t help but half laugh, cuddling up to him more, “I’d do anything you ask of me sweets.”
“it’s 9 in the morning and you’re already professing your undying love?” you tease, just barely opening your eyes to look at your lover, who’s already staring right back at you, soft smile adorning his beautiful face.
“would do it all hours of the day if you’d let me,” he replies, not missing a beat. you can only chuckle softly, letting your head rest on his chest. your hair tickles him a bit but he ignores it, focusing on the way your index fingers draws random patterns on his abdomen.
satoru lets his mind wander, he thinks how lucky he is.
how lucky he was to be given a second chance at life, to be able to come back from a place so dark, to now be able to quite literally be bathed in sunlight and tender touches.
“where’d you go?” you whisper, adjusting yourself on your side and letting your arm prop you up. satoru is reeled back in, snowy lashes kissing his cheeks gently as he lays on his side to face you.
“thinking ‘bout how lucky i am,” he mumbles, staring at you for a second before a soft smile overtakes his lips, “I love you.” the words never fail to make you smile, you never miss a beat to respond, “i love you more, angel boy.”
“there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you, you know that right?” he’s focusing on the fuzz of the blanket rather than your eyes, looking up only when you hum in response.
“what if you have to fight off the most talented swordsman in the world for me?” you tease, he’s smiling at you as he sits up.
“then I’ll get a sword and do what i have to do to not lose you,” he answers like it’s the most simple thing in the world, “I’ve fought off worse haven’t i?” his cockiness makes you roll your eyes and chuckle, sitting up and kissing his cheek before stretching and finally getting out of bed.
“i guess so, you’re too strong for any of my hypotheticals,” you mumble, the taller man following you into the restroom, brushing your teeth together before heading into the living room.
“what do you want for breakfast?” satoru asks, his hands are already reaching for the ingredients for an omelette, recalling how you’d been craving one since last night but fell asleep as soon as you’d gotten home.
“what’s on the menu today, chef gojo?” you smile, moving from the couch to the kitchen bar, watching as he took out four eggs and various veggies and meats.
“how ‘bout that omelette you were dreaming of yesterday, sweetheart?” he’s grinning as he cracked an egg open with one hand over the bowl, a trick you’d taught him that took him the course of two cartons of eggs.
“you’re too perfect mi amor,” the words make his ears turn bright red, face flushed as he continues his fluid movements in the kitchen.
three years ago had someone told you the satoru gojo could make omelettes and crack eggs with one hand you would’ve laughed in their face, betting your life savings and then some against the snowy haired sorcerer.
yet here you are; three years, lots of broken eggs, burnt food and nights in the restroom later- you watch the love of your life make you an omelette.
the two of you eat breakfast over small talk, telling him of your plans for the day.
“I’ve gotta run some errands today, i hope traffic isn’t too bad” you trail off, mentally checking all the things you had to do.
“i can drive if you want,” he shrugs, chugging down the last bit of orange juice in his cup before grabbing your plate and placing them in the sink. “i don’t have anything else going on.”
you smile at your lover, “you don’t have to drive me around everywhere, you know that right?” satoru knew your distaste for being behind the wheel, he only saw it as an opportunity to pamper you and treat you like the royalty you were.
“i know, but i love driving you everywhere,” he grins, walking next to where you were seated and bending over to kiss your temple, “I’ll be your loyal chauffeur for as long as you’ll have me, hermosa.” the word is foreign on his tongue, it slips past his lips naturally, just the way you’d been teaching him common phrases.
“hermosa? who’d you learn that one from?” fighting the smile off your face was a predestined loss, barely hiding how over the moon you were at the new pet name. your words are teasing as you stand from the kitchen bar, stopping right in front of your lover, looking up at him.
“duolingo was hitting on me, actually,” satoru replies, a dimpled smile on his face when your arms snake around his neck, pulling him downwards so his lips met yours.
“can duo fight?” you laugh between kisses, pressing a softer kiss to the tip of his nose before detaching yourself from him.
satoru is ready before you, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching- no admiring, your every move as you get ready. his mind is filled with a whirlwind of compliments he can’t seem to get out, overcome with an overwhelming sense of love for you.
you’re an aura of warmth, kindness and love, and angel sent for him. a caring soul, who nurtured him back to health; through late night calls that ended with you in his apartment or vice versa, gentle reminders and tight hugs helping him through his toughest nights. through forced outings to fairs and arcades, despite his protests that he has been doing things other than working with his students and going on missions (he hadn’t).
it had taken time, but satoru had healed.
your love had healed him.
“oh i can’t do movie night Friday” you frowned, watching as the second and first years trained.
“oh? why’s that” satoru was caught off guard, you’d never been one to cancel on him.
“i- uh- I’ve got a date, actually” you chuckle, staring at your finger nails before looking at the man next to you.
“a date?” he repeated, heart sinking and stomach falling as you nodded with a smile.
“nanami set me up with them, didn’t know he actually had friends besides us,” you smiled, trying your best to ease the palpable tension.
you’d gotten up and left shortly after that, some lame excuse he can’t remember now. he did remember angrily walking into nanami’s office, accusing him of hating satoru and wanting to see him suffer.
“have you thought of- i don’t know, maybe telling y/n how you feel?” kento sighs, trying his best to focus on the report he was filling out before satoru had barged in.
satoru hadn’t thought of that, but he took his friends advice and marched up to you three hours later, confessing his feelings upfront.
“don’t go on that date, they don’t deserve you,” he began, immediately taking you back, “and maybe i don’t either but just give me one chance and i swear you won’t regret it.”
“what’s up with you today? maybe you shouldn’t drive” your words pull him out of his memory, blinking once, then twice before fully coming back to his senses.
“do you remember when you told me you had that date?” he asks, watching as you furrows your brows, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you recall the memory.
“oh yeah! then you confessed like an hour later” satoru nods, blushing a bit. “what about it?” you ask, moving to sit next to him, taking his larger hand in yours, tracing soothing circles into his skin with your thumb.
“i didn’t even know i liked you then,” he admits, “i just felt this terrible feeling in my stomach and yelled at nanami for wanting to ruin my life.” the revelation makes you smile a bit, “he told me to tell you that i liked you and only then did it dawn upon me that i had romantic feelings for you.” satoru laughs at himself now, looking at you with sparkling blue eyes.
“well, you were- and still are a bit of a dummy” you mumble, pulling his arm so satoru can lean against you, letting you rest your head atop his. “my silly angel boy.”
angel boy.
the first time he heard you say that he quite literally stopped in his tracks, smiling from ear to ear before picking you up and spinning you around. ‘say it again!’ he kept asking, blushing just as hard every time the pet name left your mouth.
satoru loves grocery shopping with you, checking off things as you put them in the cart. he thinks you look angelic against the backdrop of produce, heart fluttering as you look for the best bunch of cilantro.
he could do this for the rest of his life, he thinks to himself. the realization makes him bump against the display, thankful nothing fell over.
satoru gojo wants to marry you.
he wants nothing more in his life than to be with you for as long as he could. he wants to spend his mornings and nights besides you, he wants to make you breakfast and help you cook dinner, he wants to wash the dishes because you hate washing them, he wants to wake up to Cumbia and bachata on Sunday mornings as you clean, joining you and singing in broken Spanish as you serenade him with a broom.
it’s not as romantic as he’d once imagined, he thought the realization would come to him as the wind blew through your hair, or the golden rays of the sun kissed your cheeks.
instead he’s watching you pick out a two pack of steak, looking at him with a wide smile, “the prices dropped!” you grin, giddy as you happily put the meat into the cart, practically skipping down the line of raw meats.
he can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he wonder what to do next, mindlessly following you around the grocery store with the cart, every aisle affirming the fact that you’re the only one for him, especially as you tell him to get one sweet treat for the week as you go and get the milk.
he’s staring lovingly at you as you wait in line at the register, watching with interest as your eyes light up, “cariño can you get the eggs? i completely forgot,” he nods immediately, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning on his heel and heading towards the eggs.
satoru lets the thought of marriage ruminate in his mind, recalling the times you’d talked about marriage, agreeing that you’d want to marry him. what if you’d changed your mind since then?
later that week as satoru is passing you the salt, he asks you the question that’s been eating at his mind. “do you still wanna get married?”
you chalk it up to his usual insecurities, turning around and kissing the tip of his nose and both his dimples. “‘course i do, angel boy” you reply, not missing a beat, “why? everything okay?”
satoru nods, eyes fluttering shut when your lips are pressing against his. “everything’s perfect,” he mumbles against you, smiling and chasing your lips for one more kiss before he passes you the butter.
one month later satoru is under the shade the cherry blossom trees give him, with you staring down at him, mouth still agape from seeing him get down on one knee.
“mi corazon, I’ve loved you more than i thought possible, you’ve breathed life into me when i thought there was no reason to keep living, you bring out the best in me everyday,” he begins, hands shaking slightly as you stare back at him, tears welling in your eyes.
“i want to be by your side for the rest of my life, i want to find you in every crowd, save you a seat next to mine and end my days with you in my arms,” satoru tried to ignore the thumping of his heart in his ears, “i want to be the only one lucky enough to be loved by you, will you marry me?”
you’re nodding quickly, mouth still covered before you’re throwing your arms around the snowy haired man- your now fiancé. “of course, yes!” you laugh, sniffling and wiping the tears that had fallen as you squeeze him tightly. “i love you cariño, i love you so so much” you grin, pressing your lips harshly against his, not caring when your teeth bump against his as you both smile, the spring wind causing pink petals to fall around the two of you.
there was a time in gojo’s life when he thought his life was over. he looks back and smiles, how was he supposed to know the best part of his life was only starting?
the void he once felt in his chest was now overflowing with the love and patience you poured into him; sickeningly sweet pet names and tender touches to ease his mind.
satoru can’t help but smile when he wakes up next to you everyday, grateful beyond belief he decided to be vulnerable that day in the courtyard.
“already staring at me lovingly?” you teased, making satoru grin, dimples on his cheeks as he hummed.
“something like that.”
#I’ve had this in the drafts for a while#not proofread just wanted to post it :P#i hope u guys enjoy it <3#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru drabble#gojo satoru imagine#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x reader fluff#gojo satoru x Latinx!reader#latinx!reader#Hispanic!reader#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo fluff#satoru gojo imagine#satoru gojo drabble#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen gojo#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader fluff
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the lads are tragic and its their fault (and i love it)
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