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saberlight1 · 5 months

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can’t help fallin’ in love — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of trauma, depression, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: another one!! i am a goddamn writing machine these days lmao. i wanted to write something lovey dovey about my boy, i think i may have gone a lil overboard but this app is seriously lacking coryo fluff fics. i hope you enjoy soft coryo as much as i do! <3

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Coriolanus sat with an emotionless look on his face as he sat on the rocky train that was taking him to his worst nightmare. He was being shipped off to District 12 for cheating to help you win the games. He didn’t regret that, he never would.

But this was not the ideal outcome he’d imagined.

At least he wouldn’t be completely alone— after all, he was going to your district. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

“You know, I thought I might find you here,” Sejanus’ words caused him to turn around immediately, breaking him from his thoughts. “Sitting all by yourself.” He teased, walking into the train cart Coriolanus was currently in.

“Sejanus, what’re you doing—” He stood up, his eyebrows knitted together in concern and annoyance.

“What do you think?” He cut him off with a scoff. “After what I did in the arena? My father had to buy me the Academy a brand new gym just so I could get my diploma.” He put his bag down. “He begged me to stay, but once I found out where they were sending you, I couldn’t get out fast enough.” He admitted with a sigh, moving to sit down. “Barely made the train ‘cause of this stupid knee, but it’s okay, they gave me some morphling for the pain.”

Coriolanus looked at him with judgment. “You volunteered for this?”

“I figured if I get through basic and then maybe I’d become a medic.” He beamed. “Maybe make a real difference out here… just like you said.” Sejanus’ gaze turned downward. “They never told us what you did,”

“I cheated.” He answered, shamelessly. “To save Y/N from the snakes.” Sejanus’ nodded slowly, understanding where his friend was coming from. After a beat of silence, Coriolanus’ tearful eyes met his. “Do you think they killed her?”

“Why would they risk it?” Sejanus questioned with furrowed brows. “She was a big hit, if there is a games next year, they’re probably gonna invite her to sing at the opening ceremony.” He joked with a smile.

Coriolanus didn’t laugh. “You know, when you came in, I was weighing the merits of suicide.” He half-joked, his smile not meeting his eyes.

“When we’re about to be free?” Sejanus shot back. “When the girl you risked everything for might be waiting for you at the end of this track?” At his words, Coriolanus’ throat ran dry, the tears returning to his eyes. The possibility that you might be waiting not even crossing his mind. Sejanus looked at him with a knowing glint in his eye. “My friend, don’t give them the satisfaction. Your life has just begun. You’re gonna do great— We’re both gonna do great.”

Sejanus’ words still rung in his ears, even if they were spoken all those months ago.

Even now, when you were delicately tucked under his arm, your head buried in his neck as you slept soundly. That conversation seemed to take home in his mind, never leaving.

You were, in-fact, waiting for him, and the moment you saw him you ran into his arms, and he cherished you every day from that moment. The pair of you spent as much time together as you could, and you loved every second of it. As did he.

You were like a star of brightness in his darkness— lighting up places he didn’t even know existed and granting them with your warmth. And now that you weren’t fighting for your life, he got to learn so much about you.

He learned about your quirks, your personality, your smile, all of it. You learned the same about him.

But nights like these where he couldn’t find sleep and was left up alone, the silence and ringing of the bugs outside consumed him, the man getting caught up in the ropes that was his thoughts.

He often didn’t believe he deserved you, that you were too pure for him. You were gifted to him by mistake, but he was too selfish to let you go.

And, God, you never wanted him too.

Coriolanus had a bad habit of not speaking his mind, and bottling his emotions until they bubbled over, everything coming out in one out burst of rage and sadness. You didn’t blame him, you never did. Instead, you picked him up from the floor and held him until he calmed down.

He had never experienced the type of love you gave him, and it scared the shit out of him. He didn’t know how to return it, he wasn’t good with kind of stuff. You taught him things everyday, though.

You snuggled deeper into his neck, his uneven breathing causing you, a light sleeper, to wake up. Or, according to your theories, you were so interlinked with Coryo that you could sense when he was overthinking.

You left a small patch of kisses on his throat, cracking your sleepy eyes open to confirm your suspicions— the boy was staring off into space, not a drop of sleep in his eyes.

“Coryo,” You whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw softly. He turned at your acts, his eyes meeting yours as his previous frown was replaced with that lovey smile you adored. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head, temporarily pushing you off of him in order for him to turn on his side to properly look at you. Once he got situated, he pulled you back into his chest, a giggle leaving your lips.

Your fingers came up to knead through his messy platinum locks. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment. “Nothing.. it’s just, sometimes I think you may be too good for me.” He admitted slowly.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Coryo, if anything, you’re too good for me. Remember, honey, I’m ‘District Trash’.” You laughed, repeating the words Lucky Flickermen had said about you before wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving kisses all over his face. “You must be a fool if you can’t see how in love I am with you. You are more than good to me, I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else.” You promised, continuing to leave kisses on your lover’s smiling face with every word you spoke.

His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you closer to him. “I love you,” He whispered in your ear, beginning to leave his own kisses on your neck and jaw.

Butterflies creeped up your spine at his confession, a love-sick smile tugging on your lips as you leaned up to really kiss him.

His hands came up to cup your face as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the kiss only being further fueled with your burning passion for each other. Your hands slipped back into his locks for purchase as the kiss grew more needy. You let out a whimper against his mouth when he began to kiss you harder, angling your body back to deepen it further.

He smirked against your lips at your noises, before pulling back for air. His thumb swiped back and forth across your cheekbone as you both stared at each other, love strong in the both of your eyes.

“I love you, Coryo.” You whispered back, before taking your spot back in his arms. “Get some sleep, my love.” You left another kiss on his throat, the boy hugging you somehow closer, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you,” He softly spoke, leaning up to blow out the candle you had lit earlier.

“Always,”

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freedomfireflies · 8 months

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Summary: An extra for Mine*

The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has finally gotten you back.

But everything is about to change.

Word Count: 3.3k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞 You are so much more important!*

“Mama…you have to let go now.”

Your shaky hands tighten around Asher’s arm, fingers curling into his skin in a blatant act of defiance.

You hear Harry sigh from behind you before he steps closer to take hold of your shoulders gently. “Sugar, it’s time to go. You need rest.”

“I can’t,” you exhale, glancing back through tear-stained lashes. “We can’t leave him like this, Har. We can’t, it’s…he’s alone.”

“He’s not alone. And even if he were…it’s not like he knows.”

You feel a soft sob travel up the expanse of your chest, lodging in your throat almost painfully as you glare at him.

He sighs again. “We can come back tomorrow and see him. But I need to take you home now, sweet girl.”

He’s tugging on you, attempting to guide you away from where Asher lays, but you plant your feet into the ground and argue, “Harry, we can’t.”

“Mama—”

“No, he’s…what if he wakes up and he doesn’t see us? What if he thinks we left him?”

“Sugar—"

“And what if he thinks we’re angry at him? Or what if he gets worse—”

“Baby—”

“What if he doesn’t make it? And we never get to tell him—"

“Please,” he suddenly exhales, in a voice so strained and riddled with exhaustion, it takes your breath away. Drops a pit deep in the bottom of your stomach that blooms into fully formed guilt as you slow to a stop. “Please let me take you home. I have to take you home, I have…please. Just let me do this. Please let me do this.”

You think this is the first time you’ve really looked at him in hours. The first time you’ve actually noticed the dark bags and red rings around his eyes. The physical proof of the torment he’s been through painted so perfectly on his perfect face.

He’s been so patient, so gentle. Despite everything else, he’s stayed by your side as Asher was brought into his warehouse to be taken care of privately. Without involving the authorities, Harry found medical personnel he could pay off without jeopardizing his work or his men’s safety to get Asher the help he needed.

He’s taken care of everything. Every little detail and instruction without so much as flinching. He’s held it all together.

For you.

You study him with a sink in your stomach, palm pressing to his cheek as you nod once. “Okay. Okay, take me home.”

He releases his relief, nearly sinking into your touch as he nods as well and takes you by the hand to lead you out of the warehouse.

And you go home. Maybe not to the same place you used to call home, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

Wherever he is…is your home.

The rest of your night is quiet. You’re both exhausted, bodies riddled with fatigue, stress, and lingering trauma. Harry’s bruises are beginning to darken in color, and before you go to bed, you work on cleaning them up and bandaging them properly.

Then, he takes you into his arms, and brings you to bed.

He doesn’t let go all night.

Not when you turn, or shift, or cough. His arms remain snaked around your torso like a vice while his face nuzzles into your neck as though he can’t breathe any other way.

And you don’t mind.

In fact, you become quite used to the heat that radiates from his strong frame and the sound of his soft exhales in your ear.

So, when you wake to find both missing…you realize something has gone wrong.

You sit up in the large, empty bed and glance around the large, empty room for any sign of the man you love.

When you don’t find him, your mind is tempted to jump to the worst possible outcome. He’s been taken, or he’s left, or Asher took a turn for the worst and Harry went to say goodbye.

And then…you hear it. The sound of knuckles hitting the shredded foam of the punching bag. Over and over and over, followed by soft, strained grunts after each hit.

Your stomach wrenches, and with great trepidation, you slip from between the covers, and begin to pad your way through the halls.

The house is quiet and cold. Eerie, in a sense, with only the light of the moon to guide you down the stairs.

Your arms curl around your shivering frame, a fruitless attempt at finding warmth. You wonder how long he’s been gone. How angry he must have been to leave you so willingly in the middle of the night after everything else.

You find him in the basement, his back to the door as he lays hit after hit to the black bag hanging from the ceiling. You can see the muscles ripple beneath his shirt with each blow, can see the veins in his arms cord and push against his sweaty skin.

And you can see the blood. The dark droplets that trickle down his hands from the torn skin of his knuckles. He wears no gloves or wrapping to protect him from the harsh strikes. Almost as if welcoming the pain.

Encouraging it.

You step closer, finding his face in the mirror across the room. His expression is anguished and outraged. He glares at his hands like they’re the reason for his resentment, and it breaks your heart to see him so tormented.

“Har?” you call the moment he’s taken a quick pause, moving a bit closer.

You notice him hesitate, but his back remains to you. Perhaps afraid of your reaction.

Or maybe he’s afraid of his.

You frown. “Harry? What’s wrong?”

A rather silly question, you realize. Because everything is wrong. A shorter list would be things that aren’t.

But there’s something he’s holding onto, something he hasn’t shared that keeps him up. The reason for his bruised fingers and punishing strikes.

“Baby?” you murmur, hoping a softer tone will encourage a response.

Instead, all he does is shake his head.

You feel pulled to him, your feet moving across the cold, cement floor until you can wrap him in your arms and press your cheek to his spine.

“Harry,” you exhale while he braces himself against the punching bag and succumbs to your comfort. “Please…”

He sucks in a sharp breath, yet still, he remains silent. As though the words on the tip of his tongue have been swallowed by the grief.

You clutch his shirt in your hands and tug. “Talk to me. I can’t…I want to help. Please let me help. Let me make it better—”

Another breath, but this one is strangled and wounded. Breaking free of his lungs while his head drops. “Don’t,” he whispers, and you feel your pulse stagger. “Don’t, not after I…not after…”

Your brows furrow, and you grip the material on his chest a bit tighter. “After you what?”

He sighs. It’s so very heavy.

Even still, you hold on with everything you have left. “Har?”

A beat. Then—

“I let them take you.”

The admission is ushered with quiet shame, and you can hear the remorse bleed through each syllable, can feel the way his body recoils from truth.

Your lips press together as you keep your fingers tangled against his heart. “You had to.”

He scoffs to himself, palms pressing harder into the bag. “Doesn’t matter, I fucking…I let them take you. I sat there, and I listened to you cry, and I fucking…I…”

You turn him around; despite the way he attempts to remain planted to his spot. You force him to look at you, and it nearly guts you to see the way he glowers like he’s furious with himself. Like he’ll never accept the choice he made.

“You had to,” you repeat, as firmly as you can. “Harry, there was no other way. And I know that. Just like I know you didn’t want to. But this was the only option we had left.”

His teeth scrape together like the idea irks him yet there’s a sadness behind his eyes that says more than his response ever could.

And then…he lowers.

He drops to his knees, settling himself at your feet as he looks up at you with penitence.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and you suck in a sharp inhale. “I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through. I’m sorry for everything I’ll have to put you through again. I’m so fucking sorry for ever making you feel scared. Or alone. And I’m sorry that loving me comes at such a high cost.”

You can feel a rush of tears swimming their way up the back of your throat but before you can speak, he drops his head, looks down at the floor, and rests his hands on his thighs.

He submits to you.

“Please,” he says softly. “Please forgive me. I know I don’t deserve it. And I know that there’s nothing I can ever do that’ll make it up to you, but please…please forgive me.”

You reach down and slip your fingers under his chin, forcing his attention back. He seems to find comfort in your touch and yet at the same time, he wilts. Like he doesn’t feel worthy of your affection.

“Please,” he says again, and it creates a hole in your stomach a mile deep. “I’ll do anything.”

You take both his cheeks against your palms, thumbs gingerly dancing across the heavy bags beneath his eyes. “There’s nothing to forgive, Har. There never was.”

He nuzzles his face against your hand and takes in a shaky breath. “You deserve better than this. You deserve better than me, and I’m too selfish to let you go. But maybe I need to. Maybe I need to get out of your way so you can find somebody that isn’t going to hurt you—”

“No,” you interject, dipping down with a pointed squeeze to his jaw. “Don’t. Don’t do that—”

“I want to protect you. I want to keep you, but what if I can’t—”

“You can,” you murmur, and your voice cracks as the first tear falls down your cheek. “You can and you have. I’m with you for a reason, Harry. I love you. I love you, and I can’t be without you, so stop saying it—”

“If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do—”

“But you didn’t,” you argue, attempting to sound more confident than you feel. “You didn’t. You never will. Just…please. Please come to bed.”

His lashes flutter, but those pretty eyes you find so much serenity in never leave you. “I’m so sorry,” he says again. “I’m so fucking sorry for not being the man you deserve.”

And it hurts you more than anything else ever has. Because you can see that he actually believes that. But even worse, you can see that you’ll never be able to change his mind.

So, you kiss him. You kiss him hard and with more love than you know what to do with. You offer it all to him, your time, your devotion, your affection. Everything you have, you give to the man on his knees.

You’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to convince him that you’re safest with him. That nobody else could ever do for you what he does. That you’re meant to be with him…even if it’s on the run.

But you suppose you’ll just have to spend the rest of your life showing him.

You whimper against his lips, hands moving for the hair on his neck as you tug. Desperate for more, for all of it. Anything he’ll give you. Needing to prove to him and to yourself that things are okay again.

In turn, he reaches out for your hips, the tips of his fingers slipping beneath your shirt as he attempts to pull you down with him.

But just before you can revel in the idea…the phone rings.

You both turn, glancing toward the wall where the landline resides, and Harry sighs as he stands back up.

“One minute, okay?” he promises, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before slipping past you to answer.

You watch closely as he brings the headset to his ear, his expression filling with something you aren’t sure you recognize.

Your stomach drops before he nods, mumbles a quick response, and hangs up.

He turns to you. “It’s Asher.”

You step closer, the tears already flooding back to your waterline, desperate to fall.

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip…and smiles.

“He’s awake.”

“You’re a bloody fucking idiot is what you are.”

Asher laughs and nods his chin toward his boss. “You didn’t think so when I suggested it.”

“I didn’t suggest you get shot,” Harry corrects, arms crossing over his chest almost defiantly. But he’s smiling, and it makes your heart warm. “You were supposed to take her and wait outside. I would have handled it.”

“If I hadn’t stayed, they would have killed you,” Asher argues, and Harry’s expression falls. “And nobody can protect her better than you.”

Harry’s eyes drift to yours.

“Besides,” Asher adds, “it’s kind of my job to take the bullets meant for you.”

And just the thought makes your breath hitch, your throat contracting almost painfully as you glance between them.

Harry nods once. An acknowledgement of understanding. And gratefulness.

Now, Asher turns to you, frowning some as he straightens up. You rush to help, making sure his pillow is fluffed just right, and that he isn’t putting any strain or pressure on his wound.

But as you flutter about, he begins to chuckle, hand reaching out to gently ease you to a halt.

Yet you feel helpless simply sitting by his side, unable to offer much more than an encouraging smile and a few words of comfort. You want to do something. Make it up to him in some way. Repay your debt.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, calling your attention to him. He frowns when you look over. “I need to apologize to you.”

Instantly, you shake your head as you step back, almost as though trying to avoid his attempt. “No. You don’t. It was part of the ruse, I know. Harry told me.”

“Doesn’t matter. Speaking to you that way crosses a line, and I’d like to apologize for the harsh things I said—”

“Asher,” you exhale, glancing down toward the bandage on his chest to avoid his gaze. “You’re alive, and that’s all I care about. You had to sell it, you had to make him believe you were on his side.”

He sighs, but you can tell he’s not exactly convinced. “Even still, I promised to protect you. And I’m so sorry if I ever made you believe anything else.”

“Ash,” you say again, but there’s a long pause as you swallow a rather large lump. Desperately working to find the right words. “You did protect me. You protected both of us. And even if I didn’t know why at the time, deep down, I always trusted you. I know you. You’d never do anything to hurt me.”

He seems slightly relieved by your reassurance, but you can tell the regret goes deeper than a few apologies can reach. This isn’t your wound to tend to. It’s his.

You know both boys will wrestle with the choices they made for years to come. And despite how frustrated that makes you, it simply proves how much they care.

And you imagine, if the roles were reversed, you’d react about the same.

So, with great care, you surge forward and wrap your arms around Asher’s neck. Making sure to mind his injury as he laughs and allows you to bury him in your embrace.

“Don’t ever do that again,” you whisper, eyes falling shut as he slips his hand around the back of your neck. Keeping you close. “Seriously. I’ll kill you myself.”

He smiles. “It would be an honor to die by your hand.”

It’s a touching remark, yet even the thought makes your stomach wrench, and you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. “Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“…I love you.”

You feel him let out a deep breath before he holds you a bit tighter. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“But I mean it. Don’t ever do that again. Just…duck and run.”

He chuckles again as he releases you, forcing you to regretfully step back. “I’ll remember that.”

“You better,” Harry calls, pushing off the wall to come up behind you, hands finding your shoulders. “Especially now.”

Asher’s eyebrow raises.

You feel your pulse spike, hands gathering in front of your stomach while Harry squeezes your arms reassuringly.

“I’m taking her away,” Harry tells him, and there’s a heaviness to the way he speaks. “Somewhere outside of the states, somewhere they can’t find her. Where I can keep her safe. At least for a little while.”

Asher leans back, eyes flicking between you both as you look toward the floor.

You and Harry had discussed it at length before coming to see him. It wasn’t your first choice, and you knew it wasn’t a suggestion Harry made lightly.

But after a bit of back and forth, you realized it was the only way. He would do anything to keep you safe and he’d never know peace again until he could make that a reality for you.

And now after everything…he can. He can start over somewhere new. He can bring you the serenity he so desperately wants you to have.

And the serenity he so desperately deserves.

“You’re leaving,” Asher repeats slowly.

You press yourself back into Harry’s chest, wanting to disappear from the conversation, and the look of surprise on his face.

And the subtle trace of disappointment.

“Just for now,” Harry answers, and you glance over your shoulder to catch his solemn expression. “Maybe a year or two. Until there’s not such a large target on my back.”

Asher nods. “Yeah,” he murmurs before straightening up. “Good, yeah. I’ll clean things up here, and make sure the shipments are still on track.”

“Good,” Harry echoes before smiling down at you. “But I’m gonna need you to do a bit more than that.”

With a curious head tilt, Asher waits.

“I need you to take over until I get back,” Harry tells him, and you feel your breath catch. “Manage the imports and exports. Make sure the suppliers don’t fuck us over, and that everyone is doing their job. Handle the shit I can’t.”

You watch the realization settle, his eyes growing wide with intrigue and slight confusion. “Are you serious?”

Harry nods his chin at him. “Deadly,” he says with a wicked smirk. “Look, you know I don’t trust anybody else not to fuck this up while I’m gone. You’re the only one who can manage it and still keep me in the loop. You’re the only one who would do it the way I would.”

Asher smiles, and you can see years’ worth of memories and admiration pass between them.

So, you step aside, and allow Harry to move closer.

“You’re still a fucking idiot for pulling a gun on him like that,” he murmurs, making you both smile. “But I trust you, Ash. And I need you to do this for me. For both of us.”

Asher studies him for a moment, but you know he’s already decided. Know that they’d both do anything for each other.

“Of course,” he finally says, looking from Harry to you. “As long as you are coming back.”

Harry glances over to you as well. And he smiles. “Yeah. We’re coming back.”

You reach out to weave your fingers with his before looking to the man in the bed. “Promise you’ll be here when we do?”

Asher laughs again, and it’s a sound you’ve never been more grateful for.

“Fuck yeah,” he agrees, making the three of you smile. “Come on. Where else am I gonna go?”

And you grin wider than you have in weeks.

No matter where you move or where you stay, as long as you have them…

You’re finally home.

OKAY I KNOW THE ENDING WAS SAPPY, BUT I SWEAR THIS ISN'T THE END OF ASHER!!! JUST A CHANCE TO EXPLORE SOME OTHER THINGS!!! 😭💞💞💞

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸

synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.

warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.

daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄

He came home late, again.

It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.

This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.

'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.

'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?

'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.

You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.

You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.

You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.

You blink in surprise.

That's it? No problem and that's it?

The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.

The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.

You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.

You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.

You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'

'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?

'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.

'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'

'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.

You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.

You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.

But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'

'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.

'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.

Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.

Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.

Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.

But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'

He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.

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loupy-mongoose · 7 months

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After giving their emotions a moment to level out, Randy stepped into his vanished daughter’s room. Nothing seemed in disarray, so he knew she hadn’t struggled against a captor.

Then, he spotted it. On the desk in the corner.

A note.

He picked it up and read it aloud, struggling to keep his growing dread at bay.

"Mom and Dad I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it this way. But I wanted to know Nico in full, and I know if I told you what I was planning, you'd either stop me or come with me. Daddy, I know you're afraid of him, and I fear if you knew the past he told me, you would only fear him more. I trust he's not as dangerous as you think he is, but just in case, I'm going alone. I don't want him to hurt any of you if he really IS dangerous. I love you all, and I WILL see you later. Love Lavender."

Both parents went silent as they separately mulled it over. Randy fought to silence each possible outcome as it popped up in his mind. Trying to reach a point of rational thought. Anger and fear ravaged his every fiber.

Akoya spoke up first. How... How do we know where she went? She never told us where Nico lives...

An idea suddenly crossed Randy's mind. He turned, preparing to return to their bedroom, when pain shot through his legs.

Hrrgh!!

The shock sent him stumbling, but before he could fall he felt his weight disappear. He sighed as he was lifted to his feet beside Akoya. Nice catch.

The white-haired woman supported him with her arm. Anytime~ There was a chuckle in her voice despite the circumstances.

More carefully, they headed to their room.

All at once Randy reached for his phone and psychically pulled his cane to him, internally grumbling at his legs' mean trick. He sat on their bed, pulling up his phone's search history.

He knew that Lav had been using it, which was not uncommon. But maybe there was a clue...

...Stars?

She'd looked up star charts?

And maps...

And...

...Fuji?

He tapped on links shown to have been used. He read the articles they led him to.

His next words were spoken quietly. I think I know where she went...

Kanto.

Specifically...

Lavender Town.

Randy selected a shirt out of the closet. Amidst his fears and feelings, he noted that it was a turtleneck. Huh. Guess the cold season is here. He slipped it on.

That, or I'm grasping for some comfort...

He then pulled on a pair of pants, before leaving the privacy of the closet and approaching the Mews chatting on the bed.

At his approach, Akoya turned to face him, concern lighting her eyes.

She watched as he bustled around the room, making heavy use of his cane, looking for little things he might need and gathering them by a duffle bag on the bed.

She floated toward him. Randy...

He didn't look at her. Mhm?

Love... She moved so that she was in front of him. Please, slow down.

She transformed into her human form, but he began to move around her.

I know you're scared for her, but we have to trust that she can handle herself. She's not a helpless child.

He turned to her sharply, startling her. I'm going after her, Akoya. With or without help.

She clenched her fists, pushing back against her own fears to speak her mind. Of course! I don't expect you not to! And I don't expect you to do it alone. But we can't rush into it. We have to know what we're doing. What about the twins? Are we leaving them with Persim? Do we take them? Is Persim coming? Which would mean Rosemary too!

He throws some items into the bag ...Whatever gets us moving fastest. I'm not willing to take the chance that Lav is.

Akoya grabs his hand, losing her internal battle for control. I know! But Randall, the last time you acted rashly, it ended in disaster!

At this, Randy freezes. Akoya flinched. She never meant to use his worst experience against him, but at least she had his attention...

And if I recall... you did the exact same thing to me.

He stood still, shivering from his warring emotions. I-I know... I know... I.. I just... He started sobbing. Every little thing... that could go wrong... I can't get it out of my head... She could run out of energy, or lose control, and drown, o-or get attacked, or e-even if she does make it and meet him, he could be manipulating her!

She hughed him tightly as he melted down in her arms, punctuating his words with sniffles and sobs.

Why else would she go to meet him without telling us...?

He must have convinced her to...

R-right?

...

We can't know that. Not until we find her.

But... Just...

Take a moment to breathe... Okay?

He took a deep breath.

...Okay...

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Happy birthday to me, have some distressed Lindens. XD

I apologize that the last portion switched from Randy's POV to Akoya's. Normally I try to avoid doing that, but I felt it flowed well enough this time. X3

#Linden Roots #Art #comic #writing #BLH #By Lavender's Hand #Full

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sexhaver · 10 months

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ive been playing Cassette Beasts for a minute and it never stops being funny to me how flagrant they are about making this "Pokemon but with features you didn't know Pokemon has always needed". off the top of my head:

super effective/NVE hits have added benefits/debuffs beyond just doubling/halving the damage (hitting Electric types with Ground reduces their evasion and speed, hitting Steel types with Poison gives them poison-coated spikes that do contact damage, etc)

legally-distinct-Pokemon will learn new moves while in your party without having to battle, and you can then straight up steal these moves from them and put them on a not-Pokemon you actually care about using, which gives an actual incentive to hunt down and raise otherwise fringe not-mons beyond completing the not-Pokedex

we all played the Pokemon Infinite Fusion fangame right? we know how fusions work? okay so this game has them as temporary per-battle things instead of permanent ones, which is only marginally less cool while being infinitely easier to balance around

attempting to catch something shows you the percentage chance of success so you know whether you just got unlucky or if you should save your Pokeballs-i-mean-blank-cassette-tapes

leveling up is tied to your not-trainer instead of your not-pokemon, so you don't end up in the classic trap where your starter is way overleveled and everything else is underleveled and then you hit a fight your starter can't solo and have to spend an hour grinding to get the weaker not-mons up to par (funnily enough most Pokemon Nuzlocke romhacks have already figured this out and give you infinite rare candies with the only restriction being that you can't level past the next gym leader's ace pokemon, because Pokemon fans have realized that grinding is the worst part of the game way before Game Freak has)

moves, not-Pokeballs, not-PokeCenter visits, and healing items are all bought using entirely separate currencies which stops you from trivially breaking the economy in half

the soundtrack, fittingly, is pretty good! the vocals were a bit much for my taste but there's an option in the settings menu to straight up turn them off (letting the BGM play on its own), which i've never seen in any other game and really appreciate

downsides:

on a game design level, i understand why can i only carry a max of 5 not-Potions and 1 not-Revive at a time - it's to put a limit on how far away from fast travel points i can get by just running away from everything and healing off damage. on a gameplay level, however, this feels pretty bad

the pixel art style is trying to look as much like Pokemon as possible without actually being Pokemon so the overworld sprites look more like beta stuff from Pokemon that they cut for looking too weird. i have yet to find a haircut that doesn't look bad

this is super petty of me but something about the bloom and lighting of the 3d environments combined with pixelated 2d sprites that still cast shadows makes me painfully aware im playing a video game. it's like they were going for the same aesthetic as Octopath Traveler but fell just barely short. i can't think of a better way to articulate this feeling but if you know you know

it does that really obnoxious half-assed style of voice acting where plot-relevant characters will sometimes (maybe every third or fourth textbox) speak the first two or three words of dialogue before trailing off. mashing through textboxes (as one does) means constantly getting jumpscared by "hmm"s and "haha!"s "okay then!"s

i get that they wanted to make the player feel involved in the story, and it has a pretty decent hook so far, but oh my god. the amount of dialogue "choices" that just transparently do not matter. you know how people memed on Fallout 3 and 4's dialogue choices all leading to the same outcome, to the extent that you were basically choosing between "yes" and "yes (rude)"? and you know how Bethesda would at least attempt to justify how both options led to you accepting the quest anyways, even if it was really dumb? Cassette Beasts has streamlined this process even further by making the options in most of their binary decisions so identical that they don't even require different followup dailogue before rejoining into the main conversation thread. a solid 2/3rds of the dialogue options in this game so far feel like checks that you're still awake. i know this is a minor issue because people aren't playing Pokemon-likes for the engaging "choices matter" approach to storytelling, and i did ignore it at first, but it's so pervasive that you really can't ignore it

#cassette beasts

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 1 month

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One thing I like about Nimona that I haven't seen brought up yet (and maybe I'm alone here) is that Nimona becomes more sympathetic to the audience at the same pace that she becomes more sympathetic to Ballister (kinda long analysis below sorrys)

Like, I know not everyone agrees, but on my first watch of the movie, I found her downright annoying for the first like, quarter of the film. I don't find her annoying upon rewatch at all, I absolutely adore her, but the first time I watched it I reacted with a similar distaste as Ballister-- not because she was a shapeshifter or queer, obviously, but because she appears completely tone-deaf to Ballister's situation when the man is experiencing probably the worst thing anyone could imagine, she jeopardizes his reputation even more by pretending to be him while menacing the public, constantly undermines his efforts to minimize harm and clear his name, and just does as she feels without regard to others.

Then you start to learn why she acted that way, just as Ballister does. You (and Ballister) start to see that his efforts are in vain, that trying to minimize harm or clear his name doesn't work in his favor and is impossible to achieve, and Nimona knew that all along so of course she didn't care! She's seen this film before enough times to stop taking it seriously. If the outcome is always the same, why not have a little fun with it?

Her whimsical mannerisms start to look less annoying and tone-deaf and more powerful and brave (that she could be so determined to be herself despite everything). She starts to look less carefree, and more jaded. You realize that she's only carefree because it hurts too much to care.

And Ballister's line "Let's break stuff" is the turning point where we see that she (or rather, the Institute) has taught him to embrace chaos and be himself, because they're not going to listen either way.

And the subsequent scene, where Ballister offers to take her away from the walls and she says "No, this isn't right, we have to take the Institute down" shows that Ballister taught her to care again because he proved that people can change. They both had an important lesson they needed to learn from the other, basically: "Don't expect the system to work in your favor but don't be a doomer about it either" lol

And it hurts when Bal turns on her because you can kinda see where he's coming from, it would make sense that a lonely, lonely creature would possibly sabotage someone else hated by society so that they could finally have a friend. It would explain why she acted so cavalier about his reputation, constantly threatened people and undermined him, made them both out to be far more villainous than they were. She was acting out of indifference, but it came across to him as malice, and while we the audience know that obviously the eponymous character isn't a twist villain, Ballister wouldn't, and further, how much easier would it be to believe that this one person double-crossed you, rather than to believe everything you ever knew was a lie? So he turned his back on her.

And he, and the audience see what a huge massive fuckup that was.

What I like is you don't even NEED her backstory to sympathize with her, and neither did Ballister. This isn't a case of "character was unbearable for the entire time but they have sad backstory so they're now likeable I guess Snape). She was already sympathetic and likeable. We already understood her. The backstory was just extra context, nothing more, and that is fucking excellent writing.

We slowly learn to love Nimona for herself at the same rate that Ballister does, rather than being irritated wishing she was something else. And I absolutely, absolutely love that. She doesn't "become" more likeable, you learn that she was likeable all along.

#nimona #ballister boldheart #nimona 2023 #nimona analysis #nimona movie

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total-drama-brainrot · 3 months

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i just posted a silly impulsive headcanon in the discord off the top of my head, but now that i'm thinking about it...

let's say, during their stay in jamaica (or maybe in a later season/different show altogether?) the contestants are staying in hotel rooms for simplicities' sake. and due to the number of them, they're paired up. not an issue, right?

noah goes to join owen in his room, but he's already partnered up with tyler (or whomever), so noah's left with only alejandro as an option. great. again, it's whatever, it's only temporary. at least they'll be able to sleep in proper beds, so things are still looking up!

oh, they've been given the last available room? it's got the queen bed? oh sweet! so they've got bigger beds than the others? no?

wait. what do you mean "only one bed?"

oh shit oh fuck he's totally doomed.

well, they'll just have to make do. noah isn't about to cause a fuss about his sleeping arrangements, he's already tired enough from the plane crash itself and the challenges they competed in. what's the worst that could happen?

(he steadfastly ignores the Very Possible Outcome of his unfortunate sleeping habit, even when various headlines pertaining to a certain awake-a-thon incident race across his vision like spectres. because it's NOT going to happen again.)

alejandro also takes the news with his usual levels of grace and poise- all of that social training as the son of a diplomat has done him well- though noah can just tell by the tenseness in his shoulders and the stiffness of his posture that he's not as calm about the situation as he'd like the others to believe.

whatever. it's just a bed, who cares?

when they're getting ready to sleep- in an actual bed, what a luxury!- noah and alejandro gingerly climb into their respective sleep wears, both facing the opposite direction. this is the first time the whole season that they've been allowed the opportunity to sleep in their actual pyjamas. you know, since they haven't exactly had beds.

alejandro, dressed in his tank top and sleep shorts (he'd usually sleep in just the shorts, but the thought of doing so whilst sharing a sleep space seemed inappropriate), turns to climb into their queen bed only to see noah, who is already dressed in his own loose t-shirt and shorts, stepping into a pair of sweatpants and pulling a thick looking sweater over his sleepwear. what the fuck?

the room they're in isn't even cold, they're in jamaica?

even worse, noah's actively putting on a pair of fluffy socks. who wears socks to bed?

and then, then, the absolute mad lad reaches into his luggage and pulls out an equally fluffy dressing gown (or bathrobe/housecoat, same thing tbf), wrapping it around himself like a winter coat as if he's somehow cold in his two- now three- layers. it's almost 26°c out there! (80°f)

and the psycho smiles to himself, breathing out a sigh of contented air (and, alejandro notices, uncurling from his slightly hunched over posture, as if he'd been trying to conserve heat), as if he's not sweating his ass off under his three weather inappropriate layers!

so, as a concerned team leader, alejandro points out the obvious; he shouldn't be wearing so many layers to bed, he's going to get heat stroke.

but noah argues back; he naturally runs cold, especially when he's asleep.

and alejandro briefly recalls the amount of times he's noticed a napping noah shivering in his sleep despite wearing his usual three layers of clothing and the jet itself being kept a consistent room temperature for all it's faults, but his logic reasons that even so noah still doesn't need to wear socks to bed (it's immoral).

eventually noah gives up defending his (objectively wrong) decision to wear thick layered clothing and socks to bed and just climbs under the covers (discarding the dressing gown on the way, he's not completely insane), huffing in annoyance as he curls up at the edge of the mattress and makes a point of ignoring his company.

alejandro also sighs to himself, though whether it's in defeat or exasperation he isn't entirely sure, and carefully slots himself onto the opposite edge of the bed.

the two fall asleep in a tense silence with almost a meter of space between them.

which is why it's surprising when alejandro wakes up a few hours later, absolutely boiling under the heated weight practically glued to his side.

noah's iconic hair, softer in texture that it's usually neat waves would imply, tickles at his neck whilst the cynic's face is pressed firmly into his chest. his sweater-clad arms and wrapped almost possessively around his shoulders and his legs and tangled between the latino's own. whilst the added pressure is nice bearable, alejandro is sweating his life out beneath the warmth of another body.

when he tries to unpeel his clingy companion from his side, a sleeping noah seems to take that as a challenge and digs his hands into the taller's shoulders, which is when alejandro realises that despite everything noah's hands are freezing to the touch. how?! the two of them end up even further entwined than before, as his escape efforts only lead to noah wrapping his body even tighter around alejandro like a particularly stubborn boa constrictor until he had the shorter practically sleeping on top of him- as if alejandro himself was the mattress, or some oversized teddy bear.

it's... not an ideal situation.

alejandro kicks the duvet off of the pair, prompting a shiver from the wannabe koala attached to him, but the freedom from the oppressive heat outweighs any remorse he would've felt for depriving his companion from potential heat stroke. without the oven-like heat of the duvet, having the warmth of another curled up against him is actually pretty nice, and alejandro soon finds unconsciousness washing over him like the (comparatively) cool air of their room.

noah wakes up as sunlight filters into their suite, his face tucked firmly into alejandro's neck as the taller cradles him between his arms, deep slumbering breaths making his chest periodically rise and fall against noah's own. his arms are wrapped around the spaniard's waist, cold hands gripping loosely at the fabric of his tank top, and their legs are to tangled together that it takes the bookworm a few moments to figure out which ones are his.

he's warm, for once, and it's wonderful. he barely spares a thought at how awkward the situation is going to be when they're both awake and just presses himself further into alejandro's inviting warmth, mouth twitching into a smile, as he drifts back to sleep.

#wrote this in a stream of consciousness so it's probably awful but 🤷‍♀️#me when the brainrot sets in: WRITE THAT DOWN ✍ WRITE THAT DOWN 📓#anyway taking noah's sleep cuddling to the extreme will never NOT be funny to me #as soon as he's asleep he becomes A Heat Seeking Missile of hugs. there is no escape.#the ideal ship dynamic is THERODYMANICS BABY 🗣📣🔥#there was only one bed #👈 one of the best clichés ever.#uhhhh #total drama #td alejandro #td noah #alenoah #silly ideas #silly headcanons #this is probably terrible i haven't re-read it #😬

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Ringo Starr x Reader - Stolen Glances

Summary: Ringo has feelings for his long time friend, but cant bring himself to do more than steal glances.

This is actually something I wrote for my oc but thought everyone would enjoy it. So — here ya go!

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It wasn't that Ringo was scared to say anything to you. No, he wasn't the least bit worried about the outcome. You were adults now, it'd be fine. But, perhaps, he was just being cautious about the situation. Weighing up the possibilities and the comfort of the now. Such as:

Everytime you would playfully shove him, or playfully punch his shoulder, or playfully try to fight or wrestle, or just sit next him or drape your legs over his lap or put your head on his shoulder, Ringo held a humongous grin. His cheeks would tint a soft red. His blue eyes took you in as quickly as they could without drawing any attention.

Each time, he played along or dismissed you with a joke. Sometimes he would wrestle or take an exaggerated boxing stance, or he'd put his hand around your legs to make sure that you could relax and not worry about them sliding off. You'd smile at him then, beaming and radiant. And it'd be just for him — until one of the other boys, usually John, demanded your attention.

You were like that with everyone for the most part, Ringo had reasoned. You'd playfully shove George, but you wouldn't try to fight him. You'd use Paul as a pillow, but you wouldn't try to wrestle with him. You'd offer both men your smile, the one they all knew so well. But John, to Ringo's eyes, was too close to how you treated him.

John did get the playful fights and attempts to wrestle, and sometimes you'd get put into a headlock or he'd have his arm wrenched behind his back. John did get sat next to, and he got your head on his shoulder, or legs over his lap. But worst of all, he got the smile. The others got the smile, sure, but that wasn't the same. It was a specific smile.

But who was Ringo against John? Clint Eastwood versus Larry Fine?

Oh well, Ringo would shrug to himself at the thought. You were all long time friends, nothing more. His feelings had to pass, right? The denial certainly wouldn't, but that was neither here nor there.

Sat behind his drumkit, drumsticks held loosely in hand, he watched his friends interact. He watched you as you laughed at something George had said, waving him away. He admired your side profile, your shiny hair. Your shirt was nice today.

Sporadically, his eyes flickered to whoever was talking, an attempt to cover his tracks. He'd crack a smile and laugh at a joke or story, but he wasn't actually listening. Not as he gently hit the cymbals absentmindedly, and not as he looked at you again.

"—right, Ringo?" Came the sudden voice of Paul, the use of his name knocking him back into the room.

It was only then, under the scrutinising stares of his friends, did the drummer realise that his face gave away his previously absent mind. His eyes, dark with the apparent lack of sleep lately, grew briefly wide as he perked up and looked at Paul.

"What'd you say, Paul?"

"You alright? You look spaced out."

"Oh," Ringo blinked. "Yeah, I'm fine. And you?"

"You're gonna get bug-eyed if y' keep starin'," John hummed, smirk wide. He had obviously seen something the others hadn't.

"In me own world," Ringo raised an arm and moved his drumstick in a circular motion beside his temple for emphasis.

"Can I join your world?" You asked innocently, brows arching, as if you'd have to plead for him to say yes.

"'course ya can!" He beamed softly. "None'a these jokers can, though."

"What have I done?" George asked, sounding offended to be included with John and Paul.

"Dunno, let me get back t' you," Ringo offered, earning a small laugh and smile from his friends.

His eyes met yours, and he offered a small shrug. When you didn't immediately turn around, he swore he felt his neck grow warmer and the grip on his drumsticks grow ten times tighter. His lips grew into a lopsided grin, nose turning a soft shade of red.

When you did eventually turn back around, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Swallowing thickly and lightly hitting his drumsticks together, he feigned interest in whatever joke or story was being told. All the while, as subtly as he could in the background, he kept stealing loving glances at you.

#Ringo Starr x Reader #the beatles x reader #Enjoy!! 🥰#John Lennon x reader #Paul McCartney x reader #george harrison x reader #Writing.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader Series/Multi Parts Recs 1

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Caught In The Fire @dreamwritesimagines

In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple. (Mob!Bucky x Reader)

Guiding Light @wkemeup

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

I Remember All Of Them @tuiccim

After Hawkeye’s retirement, you are assigned to the Avengers as the new sharpshooter. You form a special friendship with Bucky but when friends turn to lovers Bucky suddenly turns cold. Were you just another conquest of Bucky Barnes’ or was something deeper at play? (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

The Coupon Book @tuiccim

Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere. (Boyfriend!Bucky x Reader)

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One pessimist, one optimist, both equally traumatized and haunted, both trying to atone for things out of their control. (Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Enhanced!Reader)

Snow @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Yes, Sir @bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky discovers a newfound kink. (Possessive!Boyfriend!Bucky x Sub!Reader)

Bucky And The Bed @that-damn-girl

You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an 'electronic blackout' during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky's become your personal heater and there's only one bed. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

I Want To Hold Your Hand @thismustbefakeme

Set after TFATWS. You are part of the newly appointed Captain America's growing team. You have had a crush on Bucky and vice versa. When you finally admit your feelings...shenanigans ensue.

Ease My Mind @buckyskorpion

Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader, friends to lovers)

Honey And The Bee @chrevastan

One sleepless night brings you to the large communal kitchen at the Avengers Compound. Fully furnished and equipped but barely used, you decide to give the room a little culinary love. Little did you know, your new hobby would bring you some special moments with your friends and opportunities to get to know the newest addition to your team—Bucky Barnes. (Bucky Barnes x Chef!Baker!Avenger!Reader, enemies to lovers)

10 Signs An Introvert Likes You @andyl394

Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video; A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not. (Bestfriend!Bucky x Reader, friends to lovers)

Shifter @floatingpetals

Bucky wasn’t sure what to make of the newest recruit. What he thought was the new team pet was really a shifter in disguise. He learns she’s not afraid of much, whether it’s himself, or walking around all natural. Having the unique ability to change into several different kinds of animals makes her a bit more in tune to her animal instincts as well. Things are hardly ever dull anymore with her around. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

The Barnes’ AU @agentofkrypton

Bucky Barnes has settled down, living in a beautiful home in New Orleans with his wife, a former Avenger. These are the different stories of how they navigate being superheroes, spouses, and parents. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

Bucky And His Little Fairy @kinanabinks

The adventures of Bucky and his little Fairy. (Mob!Bucky x Bestfriend!Reader)

Pride And Privacy @adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line. (Bucky Barnes x Roommate!Reader)

Fragments @subwaysurf45

You always had a soft spot for innocent people who were viewed as monsters, must have been something in your blood. Nothing changed when you were assigned as the new handler for the Winter Soldier, he had just killed his previous one and you happened to be there at the right time to fill in. But what happens when you meet him years later? (Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader)

Stuck Wit U @slyyywriting

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Pyrokinetic!Reader)

Through His Eyes @sebbytrash

Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

The Assassins @cherrypickertheory

On one of their missions to destroy HYDRA bases, Bucky Barnes finds someone who shares a similar past to him. Getting her to overcome her time as a HYDRA is one thing, falling for her is another. (Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader)

As Time Goes By @caffeineforbucky

The Two Of Us @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Avenger!Reader)

Pansies, Pain And Other Things About Bucky | Part 2 @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

If Only I Had A Heart | Part 2 @buckybarnesowl

Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings you in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process. (Bucky Barnes x Engineer!Reader)

Season Of The Witch @msmarvelwrites

Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time…but this time you don’t mind so much. (Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader)

Hope Of It All @bethdutten

After saving Steve and breaking from Hydra, Bucky remembers you from the helicarrier. He doesn’t know where else to go. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Accidentally In Love @creativebeang

After Bucky Barnes gets injured during a mission, you end up moving in with the avengers where your life changes forever. (Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader)

The Road Goes Ever On And On @rocketrhap3000

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks. (Bucky Barnes x Mother!Reader)

Metal Arms And Short Skirts @buckyarchives

Waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and...scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. While Bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, and you're more than happy to help him. (Bucky Barnes x Engineer!Doctor!Reader)

When I Want | PDA 1 | PDA 2 | PDA 3 | PDA 4 @notyetneedcoffee

In which you and Bucky reveal your relationship and drive everyone crazy.

Save Me @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumble to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is? (College!Bucky x Reader)

Everything’s Better In Westview @espinosaurusrexex

You and Bucky sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview. (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Fight For me @littleseasiren

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Swallow @all1e23

Swallows choose a mate for life, and will only nest with that bird and no other; they travel long distances apart only to find their way to back to each other, again and again. Bucky knew the second he met you.

Accidents Happen @avengerofyourheart

You are accident prone, come from a sheltered background, and have been with the Avengers almost a year when Steve finds Bucky and brings him to the Avengers Tower. Bucky takes an interest in your quirkiness.

I’ll Love You Forever @buckyswintersoldiermask

Your time with Bucky in Wakanda.

Another World @sinner-as-saint

In a futuristic world, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm.

For The Love Of The Game @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

The Help @buckitybarnes

In which Stark thinks Bucky needs an assistant of some sort. However, Bucky thinks you’re unqualified. It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.

So This Is Love @ofstarsandvibranium

Your friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger.

Selfless Love @redgillan

A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Blush @noturgoffgf

You had a bet every day to make Bucky blush. You were doing so well until he started to fight back.

Finding Memories @justkending

Waking up with little to no memory of your past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world you quickly learn runs on chaos. But you’re not the only one trying to figure out your forgotten backstory. (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader)

ON GOING

Roar And Giggle @holylulusworld

He’s just the worst. Right? (Biker!Bucky x BookstoreOwner!Reader)

A Week To Fall In Love @creativebeang

A mission, feuds, an underground network, life in the suburbs and Bucky. What could go wrong, right? Wrong. (Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader)

Little Bird @scrumptious-delusion

The adventures of Bucky and you, the sunshine agent assigned to work with him. (Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Agent!Reader)

You’re Mine, Sunshine @theeleggymeggy

Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter's personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won't be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you're the complete opposite? (Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky x Sunshine!Reader)

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader masterlist #bucky barnes x reader series #bucky barnes fic recs

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 5 months

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This doesn't have to be for a headcanon! I just thought I'd update you!

I did hear her wrong (she thought the neighbor might have done something) BUT MY CAT CAME BACK! She was really skinny and had a little bit of blood on her ear but she's back!

Thank you for both of the requests though! They really did help!

Hi Squeezy! Oh my goodness, that's such good news! I decided to do headcanons for this so there are two endings, the good and the bad. I hope you like the headcanons!

Part 1 can be found here and the "bad" ending can be found here.

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Miya Chinen, Kojiro Nanjo, Kaoru Sakurayashiki, Ainosuke Shindo (Adam) x gn! Reader (separate)

Reki is delighted your cat has returned safely. He didn’t say it but he was starting to get very concerned that it wasn’t going to come back.

The first thing he’s going to do is get in touch with everyone who was helping him look for your cat and give them the good news.

Then, he’s spending some well earned quality time with you and your furry friend. He’d love to cuddle up with you and your cat for a while, just enjoying your presence.

If you lay most of your attention on your cat and ignore Reki a bit, he won’t be put off. He knows how much this whole thing affected you so he’s not going to begrudge you spending time with you cat now.

Langa is quietly pleased by this update. Most likely, the only outward sign you will see is a soft smile, but he’s very happy your cat is okay.

Like Reki, he’ll get in touch with everyone who was helping search and give them the update.

For a lot of the people at S, he doesn’t have a way of getting in touch with them quickly so he’ll let them know next time he’s there for a race. He’ll pass along their messages of congratulations to you.

He’ll give you a bit of space to reunite with your furry friend alone but is also more than happy to keep you both company as well if you’d prefer.

Miya is crying tears of joy. He’s so happy your furry friend is okay, he’s possibly just as happy as you are.

Sure, he knows she needs to update the internet and every one who was showing their support to you during this incident but first, he wants to spend time with your cat.

Since he’s young, he hasn’t really had a lot of experience with coming to terms with almost losing someone or something he cares about like this so it’s going to take him a while to get over this.

Once he’s had his fill of spending time with your cat, he’ll send out a post to all his social media letting everyone know the good news.

Joe is glad your cat is okay. He would be okay either way but he’s glad things turned out well for your sake. Had your cat not returned, he would have been saddened more for you than himself.

If any of the patrons of his restaurant helped in the search, he will be offering them a free dessert next time they come in.

Joe will want to spend some time with both you and your cat and will make sure you’re okay on your own before he leaves for work or S.

Speaking of S, he will also give anyone who helped out there the good news. He’ll pass on their well wishes to both you and your furry friend.

Very similar to Joe in that he will be happy for you. Cherry was preparing for the worst so it’s a pleasant surprise when your cat returned.

He will definitely suggest putting a tracking chip into your cat or your cat's collar at least. If something like this happens again, he wants to be able to find your furry friend easier.

Gives the internet a brief update before calling up everyone he contacted regarding help to give them the same information.

Then, he’s putting his work on hold for a while until you’ve both had your fill of spending quality time together with each other and your cat.

Adam is very glad your cat is okay. He didn’t want to have to carry out the plans he had for revenge should any other outcome occur.

He’s going to call up his contacts to tell them that the search is off before telling Tadashi to take charge of his business for the day.

Adam will spend as much time with you as you want. If you’d rather have some alone time with your cat, he’s happy to leave you alone but he’d much rather be with you both.

He will also use his vast resources to make sure this doesn’t happen again. Whether that’s a tracking chip, a personal drone that can help locate your cat, or making sure the garden has enough to keep your cat entertained without roaming.

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spectralreplica · 2 years

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Saioumota vtuber AU! (My full piece from @saioumota-zine )

Also included are the full designs and the Discord icons. Kokichi’s account is the one shown, so it was fun to think of what people he’d be friends with and what kind of servers he’d be in. (I’m not saying they all met in a Terezi fan server in this AU, but I’m not not saying that.)

The conversation they’re having on Discord is basically Kaito having bad wi-fi, Kokichi claiming to have cursed him, and Shuichi offering sympathy and trying to point out something on screen. I imagine they all commissioned Angie for the art in universe, but here in our world, I had loads of fun trying to make the art styles distinct 😁

Official names:

Kindaichi Satoki / 金田一悟記 Surname: reference to famous fictional detective Kindaichi Kosuke Given name: enlightenment/perceive/realize, account/record (also, sounds like Satori)

Amateur (?) detective with a suspicious amount of anime and game knowledge for someone who claims to only read detective novels and true crime. Audience is split on whether the stories they tell about cases are based on something the real person behind them actually experienced or are totally fictional/references to media.

Inexplicably amazing at racing games. Banned from werewolf/mafia-type multiplayer games for being too good at guessing the bad actors.

Yamiochi Makiko / 闇落魔鬼子 Surname: fall to darkness/heel turn Given name: demon, ghost, child (also, same first kanji as Maki)

Daughter and heir to the demon king who refers to all followers/subs as minions in her evil organization. Possibly also a clown? Only plays games on hard, and is apparently pro-level at chess. Really wide range of expressions, especially creepy ones!

Accepts Yamimaki and Kiko as nicknames, but not plain Maki. There is some Other Maki who never appears and is only referenced ominously.

Nanase Stella / 七星ステラ Surname: seven stars/Big Dipper Given name: Latin for star

Alien visiting Earth for the first time from another galaxy. Inexplicably speaks Japanese, English, and Russian despite this. Chat streams rebranded as “Let Me Tell You About Space!” because that’s most of what happened anyway, but she’ll still give advice/encouragement if someone asks.

Consistently terrible luck, both in games (random chance= worst outcome 100% of the time) and out (wi-fi has issues constantly, streams glitch out in ways that seem impossible). Official explanations offered: 1) Attacks from enemy aliens who want to destroy Earth. 2) Cursed by Makiko with a million years of bad luck.

#Saioumota #Oumota #Saiouma #Oumasai #Saimota #Shuichi Saihara #Kokichi Oma #Kaito Momota #New Danganronpa V3 #Danganronpa #Spectra Art #Spectra Port #Zine

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Ok so we've all went through some stages regarding the finale and The Great Divorce (or lack thereof) in S5.

I'm not a patron so I have no idea which turn the plot is going to take in reality, but after some insight from the others I've noticed which way would have been the most enterteining for me.

So a lot of people already noticed that Arthur probably isn't going to be pissed at John all that much. Yeah the situation isn't peachy but they had worse, and I don't even mean like "part 18 The Madness" kind of worse. Whom Arthur took his rage on was Kayne, so the "you lied" might have referred to him as well. (REALLY, THANK YOU to those who noticed that, it made the finale MUCH better for me, although it was good and fun as is.)

If Arthur IS mad at Kayne:

Why did he sound so defeated in the end? Was it an act to gain some time to figure out how to get out of this predicament? Or was he shocked to witness two of his allies die or disappear (and I think he IS worried for Noel a fair amount), maybe spiraling to "everyone around you dies" and "nothing gold can stay" as a possible future implication again?

A fun part for me would be if there is some self-blaming, too. Because after hearing the whole story it's easy to arrive to a horried realization: after Arthur's deal John was supposed to be safe, and he wasn't, therefore, Arthur failed him.

Even though getting John back with no memory was selfish (because erasing the memory would have critically affected John when he didn't have a say in it, and that's obviously messed up) and not ideal (it still put him at least with his friend instead and gave a chance to develop on his own again rather than being consumed by the King, which... yeah... I often forget how fucked up Arthur's behaviour with Yellow actually was from this POV :')), it still helped them both. They had better chances at survival together rather than on their own. It wasn't the worst outcome, Arthur didn't betray his friend. John being safe(-er) was an equally important part of the deal as Arthur not being alone. But since Kayne didn't hold his end of the bargain, John wasn't just in danger. He was in the Dark World, for indefinite amount of time. That was a complete opposite to the conditions of the deal. If Kayne didn't strike another deal with John, they wouldn't have met again, probably. John would have stayed in the DW while Arthur could still have his life and a chance at a new friendship, however sour it turned in the end. So, in a distant, inderect way it was like Arthur was betraying John while not even knowing this. Because he thought he could trust Kayne on this deal. It's not exactly logical and is rather a stretch but it's easy to leap to this conclusion, especially for someone with self-depricating tendencies like Arthur's. He's doing better but I don't think he's completely past it yet. He was failing someone dear to him without knowing, again. We know how he feels about that.

Moreover, we know how Kayne emphasises time and again how powerless John is before him, but Arthur is just as helpless. His rage at Kayne seemed to die out in a span of a few minutes, giving way to a lifeless "I'll come" after Kayne's demonstration of power. Which feels unltimately out of character and I know HG knows his characters well, so there HAS to be an explanation and I'm just... WHICH ONE GRRR I NEED TO KNOW!11 He may be furious about Kayne's actions but still not be able to do anything about this. And in my mind this relates to the talk about faith he had with John: that if he believed in God, Arthur would have had to believe all the deaths around him, as well as Faroe's, was God's plan, and he just can't agree with that. Not said but I think implied: it would have meant that some very powerful entity decided to kill or hurt a person he deeply cares about with his own hands/ignorance, and Arthur doesn't have a say in this while being the one at fault. It's the same here.

Oh, wait, this isn't even the second time it would have happened! It's the third, the second was John's doing, with Parker's death. Arthur has a streak!

So all in all, if the finale revelations don't trigger some trauma in this department that needs dealing with, I'd be a bit sad. But not much, part 40 gave A LOT of new opportunities, so I feel like a kid in a candy store anyway. I wonder which ones are going to be explored in the show, and will be waiting for the ficwriters to do their magic, too :D

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #arthur lester #john malevolent #john doe malevolent #kayne malevolent

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 6: Sydän

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 2k a/n: snurprise you're getting two bc i made it too girthy lmfao. pulcino = chick (as in baby chicken), cucciolo = cub, angelo = angel next

To say that the air shifted was a massive understatement. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife and you just knew the receptionists were holding their breath as they watched.

You could feel Corazon’s eyes on you as you walked over to your father and he greeted you with a kiss on both cheeks accompanied by a tight hug. “Oh, my child. I have missed you.” His voice was warm as he smiled at you.

“I missed you too. Let’s go talk in my office, yeah?” You turned, leading your dad down the hallway. You refused to look at Corazon. You could feel the emotions radiating off of him and not a single one of them was positive. There was confusion, betrayal, anger, just about everything there. The feeling of guilt began to wash over you. Maybe you should’ve been honest from the beginning? Told him who you were? Too late now.

Marco was standing in the hallway, staring with wide eyes. He looked as white as a sheet and you knew why. This was one of the worst possible outcomes that could’ve happened.

“Marco, my boy!” Your father greeted him with a large smile. “How’s your pops? Are you keeping him out of trouble?” He greeted the man the same way he greeted you. After all, he was your best friend and basically your brother at this point. He knew your dad and his father was your father’s best friend. Marco was family as far as he was concerned.

Marco gave a sheepish laugh, hugging him back. “Oh, you know. He’s just like he always is. Stubborn and overbearing sometimes.” He cast you a nervous glance and you shook your head. You had no idea what to do right now. You had no idea how you were going to explain this. Corazon was definitely going to hate you after this. Hell, you didn’t even know why your father was here.

Continuing back on to your office, you closed the door after your father and the two accompanying him. “What the hell are you thinking?” You looked at your father with a look of bewilderment, your eyes wide and wild.

“What? Can I not visit my own child at their place of work?”

“No! You know that! And you know why you can’t either!” You covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly before plopping in your chair behind your desk. You sat there for a moment before looking at your father. “What was so important that you had to come to me unannounced?” You were irritated. You didn’t enjoy being thrown wrenches in your perfectly oiled machines. It threw off your entire day.

“I just wanted to see you, pulcino.” He frowned, looking genuinely hurt. You let out a long sigh, feeling bad. You didn’t mean to snap at him, but everything was just happening all at once. “I know it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, papi, but you can’t just spring in on me like this. You know how sensitive the general atmosphere of the hospital is. This is a neutral ground so someone like you here with the fact that you’re my father, is going to make people talk. Some people will grow suspicious.”

“But not many people even know you’re my child. I hardly showed you to the world. You killed the few that saw you the one night I tried to put you on the field. You even took Edward Newgate’s name when you left the family to help hide the fact we’re related.” He frowned deeply. You knew that he hated that fact. It was something he understood, but it didn’t mean he was happy with it.

You let out another sigh. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, papi. I’m not ashamed of being your child, I just didn’t want people to be scared to receive care here.” You shook your head, smiling. “I am happy to see you. Just…shocked is all.”

“And bad timing?” He folded his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. You cocked an eyebrow at his sudden change of demeanor.

“What is the missing Donquixote doing here in your hospital?”

You blinked, thinking for a moment. You shook your head. “Just the same as everyone else. Either know someone here or getting treatment.”

“He sure didn’t look like that. He seemed very comfortable with you.”

“Well, his son does work here.”

“Oh? I didn’t know he had one.”

“Yeah, apparently. His son is one of my interns. Smart kid. I’m assuming that’s why he went ‘missing.’ It’s not like Doflamingo is as kind as you are. He probably wasn’t going to just let him leave that easily.”

“Does Doflamingo know he’s back?”

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I have no idea. We’ve never talked about the past or anything like that.”

“But…he was going to ask you out? Without knowing about you? Or you him?”

You nearly choked on your own spit - on air. Your eyes felt like they were going to fall out of your skull with how wide they went. “What are you talking about?” Your father just looked at you with an unamused expression. “Oh, I thought it was obvious.” He looked at the two men with him. “Was it not obvious?”

“It was kind of obvious, boss,” they said in confirmation.

You just stared at him for a long moment, your brain running a million miles an hour. “Huh?” Your brain wasn’t computing. “Oh. Oh. You’re rebooting. I’ll give you a minute.” Your father watched as your brain tried to process what he was telling you. After all, he was your dad. He knew your mannerisms, even if he wasn’t around you all the time. You had always been like this.

Corazon was going to ask you out? Why? That didn’t make any sense. Well, you knew Law and Marco seemed to be trying to play matchmaker, but you didn’t think Corazon was actually interested. Though, you supposed he kind of had to be if Law was trying to set the two of you up. Fuck, this was all too much right now.

Then you snapped back into it.

“Wait, is that why you interrupted when you did?”

Your father nodded, moving on as if your hard reboot was the most normal thing in the world. Which, to him, it was. “Yes. I knew that if I didn’t interrupt when I did, I wouldn’t have a chance to talk to you. It would be way too awkward after.”

You nodded slowly, still processing but you shook your head. “I’m too busy for all that anyway. Besides, now that he knows who I am, he will lose all interest, yeah?”

Your father frowned, waving a hand. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You never know what Fate has up her sleeve.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Between you, Marco, and pops, Fate is all I hear about.” That caused your father to laugh. “Ed was always a sucker for cliched things like Fate.” He shook his head.

The both of you just grinned at each other. A somber silence fell over the room. That was something you always appreciated about your father. Sometimes, it was okay to just sit in silence with him. It was never awkward. Then you finally spoke up. “What is this really about, papi?”

Your father looked at you for a long time before sighing. “Well, I suppose this is one last time I wanted to ask you what you truly wanted. Do you want to stay in this neutral environment you created? Or did you want to come back?”

You blinked. This was something you weren’t expecting. Why now? Of all times, why now? He only asked once before, but that was years ago. Ever since you had left, he respected your decision. Why was he questioning it now?

You just nodded. “Yes. This is what I want. This hospital is everything I wanted.” You let out a small chuckle. “A place of solace in this toxic land of sin or what have you. A safe haven for everyone. An out for those who need it.” You were talking about more of your underground side of things. It was something you were very proud of.

“I love you, papi. You know that I do, but that violent lifestyle isn’t for me. It’s just too much.” You shook your head and sighed. You wanted to help, not hurt.

“You’re just like her, you know.” You looked up, seeing a fond, pained expression on your father’s face. “You’re just like your mother. She didn’t like this lifestyle either. She just wanted to help everyone like you did.” He let out a hollow chuckle. “You inherited my skills, but your mother’s personality.”

Your own, sad smile spread across your face. You were young when your mother passed, but you had plenty of fond memories to look back on. They were painful, bittersweet. The both of you loved your mother. She was the light in your life. She taught you many things that you still held in your heart. She was the one who brought warmth to your father’s cold teachings. They had been a good balance at the time.

“Anywho.” Your father sniffled, shaking his head. Talking about your mother never lasted long or ended with tears. Neither of you liked crying, so the conversations about her were always short lived.

“I just wanted to ask. Before I start looking and training for another successor, you know?”

You nodded, understanding. You knew that since you weren’t taking over the family, someone had to. Even if your father died before he had one set in place, it’s not like the family would fall apart. Eventually someone would rise up to the position, but this was the most surefire way to make sure things run smoothly. Easy transitions and all.

Your father stood up with a groan. “Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I also just wanted to see how things were going here.” He smiled at you warmly, pride showing on his face. “I’m really proud of everything you’ve done. You did it all on your own and that’s no easy feat. No one messes with you and you can hold your own if you try. You’ve got a pristine reputation.”

Your own heart swelled with pride. You stood up, going over to hug your father tightly. “Thank you, papi. It means a lot.” You felt like crying, but you held it in right now. You’d probably break down later over noodles or when you talked to Marco. “ Keep up the good work, tresorino.” You nodded, kissing his cheek before pulling away.

“I will. Stay safe and good luck finding a successor.” You smiled widely at him.

You walked your father to the entrance once more. There was no sign of Corazon. You weren’t surprised. You knew he wasn’t going to stick around. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you never saw him again. Part of you hurt because of that. You found yourself enjoying being around him. He always made you laugh and felt like you didn’t have the weight of the world crashing down on your shoulders.

The other part of you knew this was for the best. You both were from the same world, but from opposite sides. You still had one foot in the door as well. You were in contact with your father, you ran your underground hospital. He completely cut off all ties. Hell, his brother wasn’t even sure if he was alive last you knew.

“Don’t stress about things too much, angelo.” Your thoughts stopped as your father spoke, ruffling your hair. Something he always did when he saw you were thinking a little too much. You were standing by the entrance now. “Things will work out if they’re meant to, yeah?” You nodded with a small sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Fate and all that.” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Love you, cucciolo.”

“Love you too, papi.” Your father pressed a kiss to your forehead before finally leaving with his cronies. You waved as he left, reality suddenly hitting you. Ah, fuck. You were really in it now. Where the hell was Marco?

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Hihhii,, can u do Takamine Midori accidentally blurting out their crush on a ryuseitai practice , then the rest of the homies give out advice but midori is like "no. I'm gonna get over this eventually." But then one day!! I don't know both of u guys hang out like walking in the hallway while carrying things to practice (or anything) then he suddenly blurts out that he has a crush on the reader!! Reader feels he same and yay((imagine the other members watching them too aw))

OUT OF MY LEAGUE !

SUMMARY. for better or for worse, midori finds that he could never be mad at you.

FEATURING. midori takamine

NOTES. lowercase, reader is gn, chiaki and kanata are still third years here, chiaki uses the word “girlfriend” once ( in reference to himself ), no angst just fluff, again not proofread sorry !!

GUESS WHOS BACK !!! anon haiiii !!!! so sorry for making you wait so long ahakskshdhshd hope you enjoy !!!!

if there’s one thing midori is sure of, it’s that he could drop dead at this very second and he wouldn’t even mind it one bit.

of course, that’s an exaggeration. but if he could hide away for the rest of his life until he was forgotten from everyone’s memory, that would also be a nice alternative. because as much as he appreciates you, you always have a tendency to make him go red in the face—whether intentionally or not.

you weren’t trying to embarrass him—nothing you ever do is purposefully malicious. but really, he wishes sometimes you were a little more self aware. not only for his sake, but for your own as well. those other guys never think before they act, and it’ll only be a matter of time before they start asking you questions instead of him.

midori doesn’t know what he’d do in that scenario. a part of him says to crawl into a hole and die, another part of him say to just suck it up and deal with the shame like he deserves. midori—of course—is stuck somewhere in the middle.

“don’t be stupid!” he shouts, cursing when the edge of his voice cracks. the heat moves past the spread of his cheeks and blooms straight up his neck and towards the tips of his ears. there’s a glow in chiaki’s eyes that set him on edge more than usual, and it doesn’t take a genius to know he isn’t leaving the practice room with his lips sealed.

“but you never said you had a—”

“it’s not like that! god, you’re so annoying...”

he has half the mind to open the door and high-tail it back to his home, and he attempts to do just that—except the moment he takes even one step, chiaki grabs the back of his collar and pulls him back to the corner of the practice room.

‘perfect,’ midori thinks to himself after having lost the will to fight back. he’s known morisawa-senpai long enough to know that he just doesn’t quit it. and so he allows the senior to drag him back to the walls as he pleases, sinking deeper into the pits of despair when the others turn their heads expectantly at him—like they expect him to let everything out just like that, ‘just great.’

how did he get here? how did this happen? midori sighs dramatically and awkwardly fumbles with the wrapped lunchbox in his hands. this was the worst possible outcome, there’s no way what’s happening is real right now. it’s not funny, it’s anything but funny—and it’s all your fault.

he stops that thought before it even has the chance to progress. no, it's not your fault. he couldn’t stomach the thought of blaming you for something like this. you wouldn’t purposefully try to sabotage him.

it was an innocent gesture, he tells himself. you didn’t mean anything by it, ill will or otherwise. you, who showed up with bright eyes and a cheerful grin and his bento in your hand because he left it when homeroom ended and if you didn’t give it to him now then you would definitely forget to give it to him later, and that wouldn’t be good for the either of you—him, mostly. the same you who walked straight into the practice room like it was the most natural thing in the world and left with only a friendly smile and a hopeful ‘see you tomorrow!’ that left a tiny flame burning inside his chest.

“it’s not even like that,” midori repeats himself and shoves a spoonful of rice into his mouth, like he’s trying to convince chiaki that the two of you are just friends. like he’s trying to convince himself that the two of you are just friends. of course, it’s not that easy. and of course, his expression betrays his own words.

“umm,” tetora speaks out, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he sets his own lunch down. “i don’t know anything about love and stuff, but you don’t sound too sure about that. wouldn’t it be better to just, you know, say something?”

really, he knows. midori knows that he’s only prolonging the process. he knows he should just get on with it. in the worst case scenario, all that happened was that you didn’t feel the same way, right? no, no that was way too optimistic. in a real worst case scenario you would call him a total weirdo, and you’d hate him forever, and you’d never want to see him ever again. and midori really doesn’t want to think about what he would do if that ever happened.

“i have to agree, it would be better to confess your feelings, wouldn’t it? ah, but i can see how you might feel under that kind of pressure… hmm…” shinobu brings a finger to his chin, weighing in the potential options. “how about—”

“takamine!” chiaki interjects, maybe a little bit too excited. his eyes widen with sparkle that spells only trouble, and midori almost considers trying to run out of the practice rooms for a second time. “i understand! i also wish for a girlfriend to bring me lunches! and so i will help you to—”

midori’s not sure how much more of this he can take, burying his face in his hands. it was fine, really, it was fine. he could live like this just fine, he was perfectly fine with keeping these feelings deep inside. because it was you, and you stuck around for so long even through his miserable attitude and constant moping without ever complaining about it.

he’s not sure when the room got so quiet, flinching only when he feels kanata’s hand resting gentle on his shoulder.

“midori,” his senior speaks, “this is not something anyone we can do for you. if you love them, you should take the chance.”

he sighs, stilling for just a moment before his shoulders finally fall. “i know, but i’ll get over it some day. thank you anyway, shinkai-senpai.”

“if you don’t, you’ll become like the bubbles in the sea!”

“….thanks, shinkai-senpai….”

as it turns out, midori takamine is a filthy liar, because he doesn’t get over it at all.

if anything, it only gets worse. because you make time for him even when he says he’s busy, and you help him carry stuff from his family’s shop even when he says it’s okay, and you always wait for him outside of class so you can walk to your next one together.

except this time, he wished you didn’t. because he sees you talking with chiaki. there are two large boxes in your arms labeled ‘RYUSEITAI’ in big and bold letters—you must have been on your way to put them in the practice rooms.

you laugh awkwardly, and his heart almost drops to the pits of his stomach. surely it wasn’t about his little-more-than-complicated feelings for you, was it? no, morisawa-senpai is as scatter brained as it gets, there’s no way he would be able to resist spilling his secret like that.

and so, wordlessly, midori swallows what very little pride he has and takes the top box from you, quietly mumbling for you to ‘hurry up because it’s heavy.’ he doesn’t even bother looking back, immediately taking off in the opposite direction, anywhere to get away from chiaki’s blinding presence.

it’s not heavy at all, he’s had to carry heavier carts of vegetables for his family’s shop. maybe you know he’s lying, because you give him a strange look, apologize to chiaki for having to leave so suddenly, and follow right beside him to put away the boxes.

“what was that all about?” you ask once you’re both well out of earshot. there’s a lift at the end of your voice, one that midori can’t quite tell whether it is amusement or suspicion.

“that guy’s a total weirdo, trust me you don’t want to stick around him.” is all midori says, still embarrassed from his childish antics.

you only laugh, “morisawa-senpai is a little strange, but he’s not a bad guy. come on, you out of everyone else should know that, right?”

“still, he’ll tell you strange things.”

“about you?”

midori stills, almost stopping in his tracks when you say those two words. it’s like his worst fear has come true, and he’s almost ready for you to call him a freak of nature.

“take it from me, there’s nothing about you he could possibly say that would weird me out, i promise.”

‘even if i have feelings for you?’ he thinks for just a second.

“even if you have feelings for me,” you respond with more certainty than he’s ever heard.

only then, does midori realize what just happened. his face blooms a bright shade of red, reminiscent of that day just one week ago.

“did i say that out loud?” he asks, his voice no louder than a whisper. this time, he really does stop in the middle of the hall, just outside the doors to the practice room.

“you did,” you smile at him with a twinkle in your eyes, a soft laugh escapes from your throat. “for the record, i’ve known for a while. you’re, really, really, bad at hiding it. but i like you too, a lot more than you think.”

midori is certain that he could die for real this time, a hole could open up right beneath him and he would be perfectly okay with it. except not really, because now he knew you actually liked him too, and dying right after news like that would certainly be extremely disappointing.

maybe you mistook his silence as a bad sign, because the next words to fill the air are a quiet, “you don’t believe me? ah, well, i don’t blame you. you’ve always had a tendency to fear the worst, after all,” and just as quickly as it came, your disappointment soon vanished—but really, midori couldn’t tell whether or not you were even disappointed at all. he could never tell, not with you.

instead , you just laugh and set the large box down outside the practice rooms. “really though,” you start again, voice quieter than when you first began, “i do like you, that’s not a lie.”

his heart feels like it’s going the pop right out of his chest, the blood rushes right to his cheeks — and midori finds that he can’t even force the words out of his throat.

“that’s… you—”

the bell sounds before he can finish his sentence, drowning out his words under the echoes in the halls. thankfully, there’s no one else at the ends of the building. no one else to see the tender expression on your face that’s reserved for midori and midori alone. no one to see how he all but melts into your touch when you reach over to hold his face in your hands.

really, midori doesn’t know how he got here, but if it means he got to be close to you like this, then just maybe — it’ll be okay.

extra note i’m so sorry for disappearing for so long i was in the hospital and had to get surgery + physical therapy but i’m back and better than ever !!!! i will try to respond to everything soon !!!

#💌 tsumoren !#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #midori takamine #midori takamine x reader #takamine midori x reader

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The Divorce (1)

summary | It was supposed to be only a regular break up, all the adults would blame it on parting for college, on being too young. The kids didn’t see it that way, the top2 babysitters deciding they weren’t together anymore was something that made an impact. Dustin dramatically called it ‘the divorce’ and no one knew the actual reason behind it.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, cute flashbacks, friends to exes to lovers, future season 4 spoilers! (but nothing for now)

word count | 1k

author’s note | so, i wanted to do something folowing season four and this is the outcome. this first chapter is more of an introduction but i hope you enjoy it anyway :)

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The kids called it “the divorce”.

It was a bit too dramatic for your taste, you had never been engaged to him or anything. It was just a break up to be really honest.

Just a break up.

One that really fucked up your heart and life, but that was it. There was nothing to be done about the matter, not anymore.

“No, you’re not getting it.” Dustin followed on with his story. “It was before ‘the divorce’, now everything is different! She’s not around anymore and Steve is dealing with whatever he’s dealing with in the worst way possible as usual.”

“Those two really messed up the whole thing, didn’t they?” Lucas had a tired voice, Dustin was really making him crazy with that whole thing.

‘The divorce’ had already happened months prior to that conversation, so it was really understandable for anyone to be tired of hearing about the breakup. Right after the mindflayer and the Starcourt fire everything just went down, one thing before the other just like dominos. You and Steve Harrington hadn’t been together long enough for the commotion the end caused, but it didn’t feel like that to you back in July when it crumbled down.

Feelings had only been confessed about a month and a half after the Halloween fiasco, all of them constructed under fighting interdimensional beings together on previous occasions and pretending nothing had happened the next day at school. Sharing the same traumatic experiences can be truly bonding for some people.

Whatever you had at first, it started off as a way to chase away the nightmares those weird creatures gave both of you. Sitting together in your mother’s pretty garden right in front of her trailer late at night was enough to pretend Hawkins was still the same in your eyes, a cheap trick that worked well enough. There under the stars with Steve by your side you kept trying to ignore the bright lights the trailer park had to focus on the tiny spots in the sky.

“So…” You trailed off, taking a large sip of the strawberry juice you found on the fridge, the only thing that was there for your very improvised picnic. “Will this ever end?”

Your question caught Steve off guard. Nights like that were exclusively for pretending things were ordinary, tiptoeing around the subjects you both wanted to talk about and forget at the same time. No one ever asked such a direct question in a moment like that, but he answered it anyway.

“I hope it does.” He said with little hope in his voice. “We can’t keep on living like this with one monster following the other, we’re all going to be insane one day.”

“I think I already am.” You confessed, half joking and half serious.

“Well, you’re not doing that alone.”

You both exchanged the most serious glances until falling into laughter. It was soft, free and warm, just what you need after actively thinking about all those things that happened in the small town. Everybody needs a moment to laugh their asses out and soon you were almost crying from it — happy tears.

Eyes meeting in the middle of another wave of giggles made the sound get caught in your throat, silence slowly making its job of turning the light atmosphere into something more dense but still good. Lips getting closer and eyes closing was all that followed and led to your first kiss.

You needed to confess that it was the best first kiss in your life.

And second kiss.

Maybe you got to the fifth that very night.

…

You moved away from Hawkins in August.

It was earlier than you had planned but there was no reason to stay in town after ‘the divorce’ — fuck, the code they gave it was starting to get to you. College was going to be a brand new start and you could just forget about everything at peace, with no people around you to remind you of those dark times it would be easier.

It should be but that wasn’t the truth.

The moment you stepped out of Hawkins you had hopes of never setting your foot back at it. And then during Winter break there you were, back at your mom’s trailer celebrating Christmas just like as if you never left. Going back to the city that held your greatest demons had some comfort you didn’t expect to find, it was like there you could feel understood even with the shadows looming just above your shoulder.

There was also some comfort in seeing Steve from the front window of the video store, some pain came along but you were fine with it.

The kids tried to make you and him end up in the same places more than one time, all failed attempts. You kept hoping they’d focus on other things than your life, they left Lucas and Max alone so you just expected them to do the same with you.

“You’re being fucking stupid, you know?” Dustiin said to you when you met him casually outside Family Video.

“Don’t talk about the things you don’t know, Henderson.” That was all you managed to say. “It’s…It’s better this way.”

Both of you could feel the lies hovering in the air.

…

Spring Break came and with it the doubt of coming back to Hawkins or not.

Before you could even think straight you were already on your way back to your mother’s house with a suitcase filled with enough clothes for a week. A long week. You gripped the steering wheel like a parachute, like it could save you from the houses and the very familiar trailer park you used to live in.

The steering wheel couldn’t save you from the mysterious murder that happened at that very trailer park.

It couldn’t save you from the dread you felt after that, like something was very very wrong.

And it also couldn’t save you when Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington appeared at your doorstep.

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