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lady-ashfade · 10 months

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Bound By Birth

The yandere boy’s reaction to you being their sweet, smaller twin and being obsessed.

Characters: Lucerys Velaryon, Jacaerys Velaryon, Aemond Targaryen.

Theses aren’t complete HC’s just some I thought about, but if you want a part 2 or a fic based on it please let me know.

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, Obsession, Possessive, Targaryen ways if you know what I mean, stalking, a bit hinted or nswf a bit but nothing is said that much!

Aemond Targaryen

As soon as Aemond came out of the womb he had lost this sense of warmth and comfort, like he knew you weren’t with him. The new born screamed until you had entered the world a few minutes later and the room felt silent from his crys, only to be full with yours.

From his first breath he knew he belonged with you.

We all know aemond had no dragon that hatched from the egg so he lost that feeling but he had you. The gods had blessed him with something far greater then any dragon he could ever have. Needless to say he thinks of you as his to have since you are his twin.

Little man is possessive from the get go, like he can not bare to be away from you. So you always had him following your trail everywhere you went.

Aemond felt heartbroken when your egg hatched and his had yet too, only to discover the egg was never going to hatch. He was beyond jealous. He and you were supposed to have everything alike, dress the same, eat the same food and share the same toys.

But then that’s when it clicked into his brain you are his dragon. Yes, the gods did this on purpose.

No matter the gender his mind always pictured your wedding day.

Hates it when you train with your dragon and he can’t. Like gets really upset. He does get picked on but you’re there to save him, making him fall harder.

He swears one day he would protect you.

Aegon and the other boys are out of the question for him. You aren’t allowed to hang out with them at all, and if you are? He will pull you away quickly without a word and drag you off away from them.

When he gets his eye taken from him he couldn’t handle your eyes looking at him. Feels ashamed for the curse now on his face because he can’t be handsome or beautiful for you.

But the joy he feels inside when you weep beside him and hold his hand, he feels some sort of pride that you care for him deeply.

Female twin:

Knows you are meant to marry him. He doesn’t even have to convince Alicent very hard to wed you because she needs you to stay safe.

Matching your dresses to his outfit all the time.

He trains to impress you one day, maybe protect you in a fight. If you are ever watching the boys practice he will try his hardest which sometimes leads to him embarrassing himself. But you are there to smile and kiss his cheek with grace.

After that the two of you grow, well he changes into a different man but you stay the same sweet girl.

Aemond has become your protector. Always behind you and glaring at anyone who passes a glance that isn’t welcome. Man is ready to kill with just one word.

Since he is older his mind grows and he can’t stop noticing how beautiful you really are. The body, the hair, or just the sound of your sweet voice. He is addicted and can’t wait to have you as his wife.

Is a beast at fighting now. Gets a boost when you watch from above and see him win every time. Cole is his wingman and will pair him up with someone to put on a good fight just for you.

Male twin

Knows the gods made you smaller and younger then him just so you can be his. From the time he realized what marriage was he was thinking of you.

When you are younger and training he hates embarrassing himself around you, like hated it. Or when you’d pair up with the other boys, even Aegon. Aemond will hate to spar against you and he couldn’t imagine hurting you. But this is more time he can bound with you.

When he loses his eyes- Boy is more angry that he doesn’t look more like you now. You were his twin brother and are supposed to look the same. Aemond does feel the same when he sees you cry for him and tell him he will be okay. But he’s gained a dragon now. One to protect you.

Aemond is just glaring at people while you’re just smiling at everyone. Two separate handsome boys.

He doesn’t care if you’re a boy, you are his twin and he is meant to have you. He hates the thought of you marrying a woman, or anything- Will not share you with anyone.

You both match clothes all the time and he makes sure to tell the servants to dress you both alike or he will be angry.

He is still your protector at all cost and will let nobody harm you in any way. Not his sweet brother.

Just as well, when he grows his mind picks up on your handsome face, your smaller height. He feels better about himself because he could easily overpower you, being the bigger male twin does something to him. He loves it when you get angry at how you can’t grow as much muscle or height as him.

You both train together and he will teach you. Sometimes he will let you win, other times he wouldn’t because he loves you looking a bit sad- You might not be as big or strong but you have speed and can move away from him quickly. He loves to praise you for the smallest things.

Lucerys Velaryon

As I have said in my past fics he is a clingy boy. From birth he loves you because you are his partner in life and he knows it.

Lucerys does cry a lot when he is away from you, but he is also a happy baby as long as he is near you, just like aemond. I think at the young age he just knows you’re his twin.

I picture you however being the first one to walk and he’s just on the floor trying to follow you. Throws a tantrum when you walk away. But, his first steps are when rhaenrya tries to get him to walk and he does…only to walk passed her and over to you.

Growing up he follows you around like a lost puppy. Clings to you where ever you go and if you don’t give him your attention, he will find a way to get it. He does get jealous when jace is around because he’s older, boy just wants you to pay attention to him.

He has planned many pranks with you. Might even do a few on you but feels bad immediately afterwards.

When your father “dies” he realizes his role is to take on driftmark and he fears it. So he gets more possessive after that.

Hates being called Bastard but when someone calls you that? Boy is pulling you away and telling his mother for just the slightest judgement against you. Might even get daemon on it because he is more ruthless.

He tells his mother when he was younger to betroth the two of you and she sees how much you two love each other. However when you both get older he yells at her that he will not marry anyone else but you, no matter what. And he never disobeys her but this was different and she knows he telling the truth.

Even if you are a male he will take no wife. Because that means she would be yours as well. But let’s be honest, rhaenrya is planning to betrothed the both of you to someone.

He kisses your cheek all the time or holds you hands, doesn’t really care who’s watching.

He still pranks you however, like taking your books and holding them above your head.

He is more clingy then the rest of them but not as dangerous- Well, not himself but will get others to do the dirt work.

Male twin:

He knows he’s small but he’s still young, but you? You’re shorter then him and less muscular and it makes him happy. Because that means he can protect you better then you can yourself.

He compares his frame to yours constantly, you’re such a smaller boy and he picks on you a bit. Not mean, but he can be a bit cocky at times.

You already know you both have matching outfits- Every day. Even pjs.

You both used to spar with each other all the time because it was so much fun, and he didn’t like you going against anyone in the fear of you being hurt.

Older sparring is fun because he isn’t that good at it and you’re almost just as bad. From any age he is so embarrassed to mess up in front of you. But maybe if he beats you then you can praise him for it.

Also, he can be alone with you and no one bats an eye because you’re both boys. So he can be as affectionate as he wants.

But nothing really changes for being a boy or a girl in his eyes, he’s just the same with both.

Female reader.

Younger him thinks it’s like a book about a princess and prince, just like the ones your mother read to the two of you.

Because you’re a female he gets more jealous of the males in his family, not saying he doesn’t for male you but this is different. You can easily be betrothed to any of them, he hates it.

Begs your mother to have you as his wife from a young age as well. It’s your birth right to be his bride. And again this means he has no use of another wife because you can have children. There is no one else he wants.

Matching dresses to his outfits and if you want to wear something else? Pouts. He can’t bare to not be in the same color as you.

Sparring is different because he is so terrified of hurting you. He will not even use force on his swings, but a few low hits. You can cry and get angry he isn’t trying but he wouldn’t care.

Kisses you in private all the time, “You’ll be my wife one day.”

Glares at any male that talks to you, even his brother. Tugs at your hand and just joins at your hip.

You can’t be alone together…Unless he sneaks in your room. Will just hold you until you both fall asleep.

Loves to braid your hair. Like he learns just for you.

Jacaerys Velaryon

He is the first born, so he knows he’s missing you. He, just like the others, is waiting for your presence.

Somehow even baby him wiggles closer to you in the cradle. They had to put you two in the same cradle because he wouldn’t stop fussing about being away from you.

He is more calm at this time, like if you get picked up? He’s going to watch but he’s just chilling unless you are out of his sight.

Loves to show you his toys, even though you have seen them so many times. Loves to share them with you too.

Have you seen those videos of babies hugging each other? Literally him with you.

He isn’t as different from the other two at this point.

Jace learns he is to become king and always calles you the future queen/king. And I mean actually correcting his mother or anyone else.

“The gods put us together, it stays that way.”

Loves when you hold his arm or chase him around playing tag.

Hates Aegon or aemond. He’s okay with lucerys, just don’t give him more attention.

Knows he is a bastard and that makes you one too and he fears for you the most.

Older him is just as bad if not more.

Tails behind you and always have his hand around your waist. Always doing everything together.

Even baths, not in the same room but at the same time- And he’s tried to be in the same tub. But going to clothes, studying and to the same sheets as you.

Gets angry if it’s even mentioned that you would marry someone else. Yells about how you will role beside him and no one can change that.

He’s kinda angry a lot when it comes to you. Wouldn’t really let anyone get too close, like not even your personal time. You want to read a book? Okay, he will be in the corner doing his own thing.

But he’s sweet to you always unless you say you can’t marry him, then it’s just him pushing you to think you have no choice.

Male twin

You think you can get away from this man? Um no, he is always near you.

From a young age he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Can’t play without him, can’t study without him, or train. Anything you do is what he is doing.

Training with younger him isn’t that bad- Well, okay it’s a bit. He really loves to win against you and does the most. He wouldn’t hurt you but if you fall it isn’t his fault, you should be praising him for being so strong.

Dressing the same each time and will literally throw a tantrum if not. Saying the future king demands it.

After a few years, I think he might be the most possessive about you. The only time you can leave him or go somewhere in the castle is with his mother.

Man is always with you every step, linking your arms.

You already know he is picking on you for being so much smaller then him. I see him as such a cocky man for some reason. Saying things like

“You can’t get that, let me.” “I’m surprised you can even pick up a sword.” “How can a man be that small?”

Training with him older is him teaching you- Mostly useless stuff so he can still win. Just like when he was a kid, loves to win against you.

Matching outfits with you.

Boy knows you are to be king with him and will not stop at anything to get that point across.

Female twin

Boy is holding your hand as you lead him anywhere or him you. He with not leave you for anything.

Matching your dresses to his colors or you wearing his favorite colors- Or him just picking them out for you. If jace doesn’t like your dress he will make you change it.

Is ready before you get done in the morning and comes in as soon as you get your dress on, much to his dismay because he could help you change.

Wouldn’t let the maids touch your skin or go anywhere. The only place that can help you with is your hair and clothes. Loves to let his hands linger on your neck while he places a necklace on you. Or helping you pick everything out.

Escorts you everywhere you need to go. He isn’t afraid to have a tight grip on your waist if you try and get away from him. Can and will gaslight you anytime he wants.

Just like the others he already told his mom he will marry you. You think he will care if she says no? Ha, he wouldn’t care.

While he is studying you are in the corner or with your mother.

He doesn’t really like your time with the other children but is kinda okay with it. Only if you pay attention to him more.

Sneaks into your room at night and will kiss you for as long as he can. Holds you close and brushes your hair until you fall asleep. Doesn’t even care if he leaves marks on you so the others can see.

He does kill in secret if need be or gets them killed by guards, maybe even by daemon or rhaenrya.

Daemon has taught him a few things on how to wow a woman and how to keep you in line, even things to do to you in bed.

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navybrat817 · 4 months

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The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky reflects on the first night with his son home and puts his thoughts to paper.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, first time dad, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?).

A/N: Welcome to The Dad Diaries! This AU will focus on Bucky and his relationship with his son (and you!) ❤️ Thanks to the beautiful @whisperlullaby for giving this intro a look and assuring me it wasn't garbage, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky stared intently at the open blank journal that sat in the middle of his office desk. He had picked up the pen a few minutes ago, but hadn’t written a single word. Why did he feel stuck? Better yet, what was he thinking by doing this? Reading often came easy to him, but writing? That was something else entirely.

It was also something he wanted to do.

He ran a hand over his face with a sigh and wondered if he should call it a night, crawl into bed with you, and try tomorrow. No, he didn’t want to push it off before he even began. Glancing at the monitor, he heard your voice in his head, a memory of something you told him in the early stages of dating:

The best writing comes from the heart. Write what you and your heart love because no one knows that story better than you.

Bucky had plenty of stories to tell. How he became a hero and a good man after years of pain and darkness. Or how he fell in love with you and became your husband.

And his newest adventure of becoming a father.

He wasn’t sure how to be a dad yet, but he knew he loved his son. That was more than enough to start. And with a smile tugging at his lips, he put the pen to paper.

Hey, Nugget,

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky. Your mom calls me her husband and I’m the luckiest man in the world for that, especially since she gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for: you.

Your name is James, too. Your mom doesn't know if we’ll call you Jamie or JJ, but I have a feeling you'll hear a bit of both. And one day, I’ll get to hear you call me Dad. Or Dada or Daddy or Papa.

Whatever makes you happy.

He paused in his writing when he thought he heard something on the monitor. His eyes flickered to the screen again and he breathed a little easier when he saw that his baby was still sleeping soundly in the middle of the crib. It wouldn’t stop him from checking on him later, just to be on the safe side.

I’m so glad you’re home. In fact, tonight is your first night in the nursery. I hope you like it here. To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A house is made with walls and beams: a home is built with love and dreams.”

Yeah, your old man likes to read. Maybe you will, too. I even have an original copy of The Hobbit and would love to give it to you when you're older.

Books lined the far wall of Bucky’s office, many of them worn from the amount of times he read them. He made sure Jamie’s room had a reading nook, too. It was one of the only things he asked for when the two of you designed the nursery.

I hope you get enough sleep tonight. Your mom, too. You both did great at the hospital and deserve all the rest you can get.

Would you believe me if I said I was a nervous wreck when I brought your mom in, but tried not to let it show? People call me strong, but I don’t think I ever witnessed true strength until I saw how steady of a rock she was. She blew me away, which didn't surprise me. She amazes me every day.

Hearing your first cry stopped my heart and brought tears of joy to my eyes. After nine months of waiting and talking to your mom’s stomach, you were finally here. And seeing her hold you made me fall in love all over again.

Sorry if that sounds sappy, but it’s true. She looked right at me with happy tears in her eyes and said, “Bucky, look! Look at what we made! It's our little Nugget!” and my heart swelled. She insisted on calling you that and it rubbed off on me. Believe me when I say that you are the luckiest baby in the world to have the mother that you do.

He stopped writing again to glance at his wedding band, smiling all over again. He thought your love filled his heart before, but it overflowed now. It warmed him like nothing else ever could.

You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this since a lot of time will pass by the time you read this. Sometimes I may write to remember things I’m afraid I’ll forget. Other days I’ll write to reflect and get the words out when my mind is too loud. But my hope is that this will be a gift to you.

A bond for the two of us.

As you grow, I’ll fill the pages with the memories of you and our family. I’ll tell you about my past and how it shaped me into the man I am today. How your mom and I met and how I somehow convinced her to fall in love with me. And I’ll be sure to tell you about the day she told me we were going to have you and how that news changed my life for the better.

He swallowed the lump in his throat before he continued.

I also plan to fill this with your milestones. Like your first smile. Is it selfish if I hope to see it first? If not me, your mom. She’d love that. Your first step. Being selfish again, but I hope it’s me you walk toward so I can pick you up and tell you how proud I am. And your first word. I hope it’s Mama.

Though I won’t object if you say Dada.

Bucky chuckled as he imagined the look of betrayal on your beautiful face if your son said “Dada” first instead of “Mama”.

I’m sure some days I’ll have more to say than others. If I’m lucky, I can pass on life lessons and words of wisdom. Some days though I may not say the right thing and I know I’ll stumble along the way as I figure out how to be the best dad to you. I say “best” and not “perfect” because perfection doesn’t exist. Except for you and your mom.

The beauty of it is that I don’t have to go it alone. I’ll have your mom by my side to help guide and protect you and to watch you flourish. And my hope is that you know as you look through the pages how much we love you.

Even on days I may not get it right, I’m your dad, you’re my son, and you’ll always have a home with me and a place in my heart.

I’ll write more when I can, Nugget. Until then, I love you.

Always,

Dad

Bucky set the pen down as he exhaled. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't have to be. It was a start. As long as he put his heart into his words, it would shine from the pages.

And he couldn't wait for all the adventures he’d have with his little Nugget.

I hope you lovelies are excited to take this journey with Bucky. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Danny, on the run from the GIW decides to take shelter in Gotham because if the GIW have any sense they'd never set foot in there.

Even if Batman and the JL agree with thier opinion on ecto entities (as evidenced by their lack of speaking out against the anti-ecto acts) Batman was notoriously territorial and would have issue with a wildly incompetent government organization throwing missiles around his city all willy-nilly.

With that being said it was probably best for Danny to wear a disguise. Sure, they didn't know Fenton and Phantom were the same person yet but Danny Fenton suddenly turning up in Gotham after going missing in Amity is certainly going to raise some eyebrows regardless of the necklace he had that jammed his ecto-signature and made him untrackable.

Danny started off by going blond. Its something he's always wanted to do and now with ghostly shape-shifting powers he doesn't even have to worry about frying his hair or dying his eyebrows to match. After that all he needed to do was part his hair down the middle, add a lip ring or two and maybe a bit of make up.

Danny stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a completely different person.

A completely different and very attractive person. He looked good. The newly blond man threw on a green jacket and went out to explore the town. He did not expect to literally bump into the Tim Drake. The Wayne adoptee just stood there mouth opening and closing comically. Did he offend him? Crap. He had promised Jazz he would stay off of the radar of the Waynes and the bats specifically and here he was angering one of them.

Danny decided to book it before it became a scene, ignoring the lovestruck Tim's crys for him to wait.

Back at his apartment Danny quickly changed his look to red hair tied back into a two inch low ponytail, green eyes and freckles that unbeknownst to anyone else was made up from the lesser known constellations.

The coffee at this Cafe smelled amazing! Too bad Danny wouldn't get to try it because the next this he knew freaking Red Hood was behind him asking to talk. Our favorite ghost boy wouldn't be embarrassed to admit he let out a small squeek before bolting out the door yelling, "I'm not even a criminal!"

It took Jason a few seconds to process that the guy he had tried to flirt with ran away in terror. Crap.

Day three and four were blissfully Wayne and bat free, though he did find out that Tim Drake and Red Hood were looking for his two false identities. Joy.

Day five he met the stabby Robin who very valiantly beat up two people who had been following him. Danny didn't even notice he was being followed and thanked the bird for saving him. Danny, who was shape-shifted into a very pretty girl at the moment, offered to buy him something to eat as a thank you. "Danielle" insisted and Robin allowed it. Danielle never noticed the slight pink on Damians cheeks as they went over to one of Damians favorite restaurants.

Day seven he had went out as blondie and got confronted by some girl named Barbara. She was nice and managed to convince him to come to a Cafe with her. He told her his name was David and he ran away from his parents with the help of one of his friends family members and that he was Jewish, which was true...except for the David part. He learned that if you wanna keep your story straight keeping to almost truths was your best bet. She in turn told him about Tim and how he's a friend of hers-uh oh- and that he's been looking all over for him.

Danny-David- tells her he's sorry but he didn't mean to offend Tim and doesn't want any trouble before laying down enough money to cover his half of the bill and the tip and booking it out of there

This repeats with most of the family trying to flirt with him or adopt him into the family when he's out as Danny.

Bruce Wayne approached Danny when he was waiting to board an elevator, "Hel-" was all the billionaire could get out before Danny cut him off "Hell no." And then he just got in the elevator and pressed the close doors button and was gone again.

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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Saw an old Ballet AU ask and just... I'm melting.

I love my clichés, so ex-dancer Dream who is a single father to Orpheus. Dream is very bitter about not being able to dance anymore due to an injury + not having time for physical therapy. So it takes some courage for Orpheus to ask him to teach him to dance. Dream refuses but signs Orpheus up to a dance class, somewhere where he can dance and Dream doesn't have to think about dancing.

Enter ballet teacher Hob, who just wants his young students to have fun. Dream is a little surprised that Orpheus doesn't come home exhausted and miserable like he used to. He decides to check the class out, just to make sure he's not paying crazy money for a scam.

Hob is not a scammer for sure. What the kids are doing is learning ballet. But Hob does not scream at them when they mess up, doesn't make them do something over and over again until they collapse. He gently motivates them and lets them set their own pace.

Dream tells himself he will not visit the class ever again after he made sure it's legit. It made his heart ache to see Orpheus, who is his little clone, dance like he used to. But then there is this event where the kids are supposed to bring their parents and Death was supposed to fill in for Dream but she [insert excuse] at the last minute and he has to go because Orpheus would be heartbroken if he didn't attend. Nothing can be done; Dream will just explain that he's had a serious injury and can't dance. Hopefully, they will still let Orpheus participate.

But Hob assures him that he will not make him do anything difficult, he should at least try, for Orpheus, and when Dream is exhausted, Hob will gladly fill in for him, but please try... Dream is easily swayed by Hob's doe eyes and agrees. And he absolutely regrets telling Hob about the injury because Hob remains close by his side, supporting him through movements that should be difficult to an amateur that Dream would still manage in his sleep. He is basically dancing with Hob as Hob keeps his hands on Dream, and for a moment even Orpheus is forgotten, though he doesn't mind because he's finally seeing his dad smile! Probably for the first time ever.

I'll cut it off here before it becomes an entire ficlet. XD You all know how the story goes, anyway.

- 🚒

Am crying softly. I bet Dream was so torn up when Orpheus said he wanted to do ballet. Of course Dream would do anything for his son, but with his past, its so painful to see this little mini version of himself following the same path that he once took. His relief in knowing that Orpheus is being treated with kindness and is actually enjoying himself almost makes him burst into tears.

Hob actually recognises Dream from his previous career, but he doesn't go all fanboy on him when they first meet. Hob is gentle, kind, and just a tiny bit pushy - the perfect combination of things to persuade Dream that maybe he can dance. This one time.

And Hob gets to watch as Dream’s body wakes up from its long dormancy. Its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Orpheus is grinning and twirling around with pure joy, and Dream is absolutely beaming - and oh dear, Hob might be just a tiny bit in love.

At the end of the event when Hob offers Dream an hour each week in the studio to practice some gentle dance, he promises that he'll be around to support him both physically and emotionally. He doesn't quite anticipate that Dream will lean in and kiss him on the cheek. Or that Orpheus will hug him so tightly.

And oh, he's not just a little bit in love. He's head over heels!

#🚒 anon #the sandman #dreamling

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chrisevansonly · 5 months

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What would everyone's reaction be if Matteo joins F1 and wins his first race?

(you can blurb it or headcanon it, whatever you desire)

i’m gonna do a little blurb…sorry i’ve been so quiet ive been really enjoying seeing family 🫶🏻 (i picture matteo being about 20 when he wins his first F1 race, which would make charles 46 here)

It was like something out of a movie, in his rookie season after a rocky start to it, you didn’t even imagine the possibility that Matteo would be about to cross the finish line, in a Mclaren to take P1 at the Monaco grand prix. Of course it was almost like wishful thinking to assume he’d do so well at his home circuit, Charles almost couldn’t believe it himself.

“vas-y Matteo, vas-y!!” (go matteo go)

You yelled loudly watching from the garage, your daughter Alia sound asleep with Pascale up in the paddock club, a little quieter for the 5 year old who wasn’t a huge fan of the noise.

‘It’s been an incredible race, from start to finish Matteo Leclerc is coming home to win the Monaco Grand Prix! This is unbelievable! His rookie season started off rocky but here he is, this is a huge race for the rookie and McLaren racing! MATTEO LECLERC HAS WON THE MONACO GRAND PRIX!’

Cheers erupted through the garage, mechanics and engineers yelling and chanting your son’s name. Charles was quick to pull you in for a hug, kisses being pressed to the side of your face, both of you crying, you’d always been the more emotional couple of your families.

“He did it! He won!”

Charles said, his voice full of joy and elation, just like he’d felt when he won his first ever Formula One grand prix at what felt like was now decades ago. When he pulled away it wasn’t long before you’d both made your way down to the paddock, Arthur following along with you as you watched Matteo get out of his car and throw his hands in the air, no doubt screaming into his engineers ear right now.

You were wiping your eyes as Matteo ran over, coming straight to you, as he always did, and wrapping his arms around you as you squeezed him just as tight

“I’m so proud of you baby, i’m so proud!”

Matteo pulled back enough for you to see his eyes, tears lining his waterline as he nodded

“Je t’aime tellement maman…merci pour tout.”

After kissing the side of his helmet he moved over to hug Charles, the two of them exchanging a few words back and forth, the two no doubt waiting to have their own little debrief together once he came home from the track. Lastly he went to his uncle Arthur, who pulled him into a tight hug, their interaction kept short because he needed to get to his team and then up to the podium.

The road to get Matteo into karting was long and took a lot out on your relationship with Charles but one thing was for sure and it was that you’d never been more proud of your family and how hard they worked, especially Matteo. He’d proved to you and Charles how much he wanted to make it to formula one, and here he was, a rookie, at his home race, standing on the podium to take first place.

You might have a racing household and live at the track most weekends, but at least you had your little girl Alia…and let me tell you she was not a racing fan, so maybe you did have someone on your side…even if it was about 20 years too late.

Nothing would ever beat this moment as a parent for you, at least not for Matteo, because all the fighting, the karting accidents and even his first F1 incident would never change how proud of Matteo you were.

“Look at him up there…he’s so happy” you mumbled, leaning into Charles

“Thank you..”

Looking up at him you couldn’t help but hold a bit of confusion

“For what baby?”

“For believing in him…and believing in me.”

Nothing else needed to be said between the two of you, you leaned up and kissed him softly before tucking yourself back into his side, just in time for the podium to start getting announced.

You wouldn’t change anything for the world, not now and not ever…especially when you looked up to see the smile on Matteo’s face, nothing would ever beat that.

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Flufftober 5 - Venom

Eddie x Reader x Venom

"It's my night ! My night !"

"Yes, Venom. Even though we said it was our night and you're being a little selfish, it's your night too."

"My night ! Tell him morsel ! Tell him!"

Y/N didn't say anything, too busy laughing because Eddie and his alien were arguing over something totally ridiculous again.

In Venom's defence, Halloween was definitely the only night of the year he could hit the streets without anyone being scared of him, besides some other costume moments of course. He was always very proud to talk about the party where everyone loved him, when he 'came out of Eddie's closet'. Again, unable to stop laughing, she failed to explain why it was funny, while Eddie sighed.

Not only was he going to be able to go out without having too much trouble, if he behaved well, but there were also the candies.

Ever since he heard about the candy and other sweets he was about to receive, Venom had been "hopping" on Eddie's shoulder from morning to evening, and even at night, excited and drooling as he imagined the mountain of sugar he was going to be able to ingest in a single night.

"I've already put on a little weight because of you, I don't want it to get worse at all. You won't eat everything all at once."

"I'm sucking out a lot of your fat, Eddie. If you've gained weight, it's only your fault."

"Liar !"

"I don't think you've gained weight." Y/N said caressing his cheek. "If so, that looks great on you anyway."

"Thanks babe."

"He's actually put on a bit of weight, and I don't think that looks good on him. Big butt."

"I don't have a big butt."

"He's got a big cute little butt."

"No, just big. But that's not important ! My night is coming ! We have to decide where we're going, to get the most treats ! I saw on the television, there are areas where they give more sweets than others !"

Not knowing at all the best route for the candy hunt, Eddie and Y/N spent several hours in front of the computer searching, until their alien was satisfied with the plan they had found. They were then able to go for a walk.

Some people were a little scared of the giant, who only replied that he was Venom when asked what he was disguised as. But with Y/N dressed as a Star Trek character next to him, perfectly calm and holding his hand, no one panicked.

She'd asked Eddie if he wanted a disguise too, but he'd decided he'd go as a broke reporter with a parasite in his body and a girlfriend way too good for him. To silence him, she kissed him, and immediately Venom demanded for a kiss too.

Even though he kept saying that he and Eddie were sharing a body, and therefore everything, he didn't like being left out, with his jealous and angry temper, like a child.

Unfortunately for him, he was not a child, and the owner of the first house they visited noticed this very well.

"... You're a little old for candy hunting, aren't you ?"

"There is no age to love sweets !" Venom replied proudly.

"Maybe. But my sweets are for kids. I've got an apple for you, if you want."

"... An apple? I'm going to eat your head !"

"He's joking !" Y/N immediately intervened, pulling him as far as possible from the old man. "Come on, V, we'll find candy somewhere else."

But despite all their attempts, no house agreed to offer candies to the alien, even if they all found that his costume was very successful.

Depressed, Venom wanted to go home, since he had no right to bite off the heads of the bad guys who had ruined his night, nor of the children who had been allowed to have sweets.

"It is unfair."

"It's true." Eddie sighed, patting him on the head. "But, you know, if you look in the cupboard, under the fruits, maybe you'll find something."

"... Do not make fun of me."

"Look."

Knowing that the alien hated fruit, and guessing that there was a chance the candy hunt would go wrong; Eddie had managed to buy several candies and hide them, just in case.

Upon discovering this little treasure, Venom let out a cry of joy, turning back to his host and quickly coming back to him to bang his head against his.

"Thank you, Eddie ! Thank you !"

"Ow ! I already told you that's not how you show affection. It's a cat thing !"

"I..." Y/N whispered. "I also anticipated that things would not go as planned and... I have chocolate, hidden in the bathroom."

"It really is my evening ! The most beautiful evening !"

"It's a night like any other, when you are annoying and eating too much, except you were able to go out for a few hours without anyone trying to kill us."

"Yes. Being myself, close to you and holding hands with our little morsel. The best night."

Leaving him to savour his sweets, Eddie and Venom sat together on the sofa, thinking he was right and that tonight was truly perfect.

#venom #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom x eddie #venom x reader #eddie x venom x reader #flufftober 2022

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jikagu · 2 months

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can i request some fluff please 🙏 just like to fluffiest fluff that you can fluff

maybe a sick reader who is going through it? ie light headed, nausea (no vom or anything but just like a queesy stomach)

preferably with blue lock but u can do whoever!!! idrc who from bllk but maybe chigiri or ego if you dont have anyone else in mind!!

LOVE YA!

pairing: chigiri x reader, ego x reader, isagi x reader

summary: the boys reacting to when you're sick/under the weather

notes: silly little headcanons :] sorry ive been dead lately lmfao maybe ill get more active

CHIGIRI

this boy felt awful when he got you sick, i mean, he warned you.

you would take care of him but truth be told, he didn't really know what to do when you were sick.

when ever you would ask for something, he would make sure to double the amount just for you!

he's so protective over you its crazyy, if anyone were to enter your room he'd immediately tell them to get out.

he doesn't care if he gets sick again, he just wants cuddles with you.

"feeling better?" chigiri murmured in the crook if your neck, just embracing himself in your smell. you smiled at him, this is exactly what you needed and wanted.

you asked him to hold you after he insisted he was staying with you. you tried to get him out of your room because you'd feel so bad if you got him sick, AGAIN

"mhm," you started falling asleep before you felt chigiri get up, waking you up very fast. he disappeared to grab something and he came back with ice cream.

"i forgot to show you what i got for you!" he grinned, setting it aside on the table as you rose up.

"open up!" chigiri said, getting a spoonful before you flushed red. you opened your mouth before chigiri took your chin and dumped the icecream in your mouth. it was.. your favorite flavor, he just—knows so much about you, he takes care of you, what more could you ask for?

you started crying, holding the boy tightly.

"i love you so much, baby."

EGO

as much as he hates to admit it, he needs to be close to you 24/7.

so when he found out you were sick, he just ignored you when you told him to stay away.

your sniffles were kind of cute to him, he wasn't sure but he knows he loves everything about you.

he kinda lowkey always asked if you needed something, anything at all.

he had to leave for a bit to help the boys with something, it was pretty late too.

"i'm back love," ego calmly said, opening the door to your room, only to see you fast asleep. a smile adorned his face as he set the stuff he had in his hands down by the door.

he stared at you while you were asleep, you just seemed so peaceful and adorable, he was so lucky to have you.

he got into bed with you, holding you tightly against him. he peppered you with kisses, closing his eyes and drifting asleep with you.

ISAGI

he stopped showing up to practice when you got sick.

ego yelled at him and told him practice was more important

isagi got really pissed, but that was a story for later

he babied you like crazy, it was also cute in a way

he would ask his friends to run errands for him just so he could stay by you

"bachira please, just once—it's for my girl." "fine."

"baby, don't get up—i'll get it." isagi grinned, he just loved to spoil you and make sure you know you're his pride and joy. he would do ANYTHING FOR YOU. the definition of golden retriever boy ngl. if you'd need to get up to do anything, he'd have already grabbed it for you.

if he notices you sneezing, he'd of already grabbed the tissues. if you wanted to nap, he's already in bed with you and cuddling you. he always puts you first instead of soccer, you're his priority.

"oh, i bought you your favorite sweets!" he said, getting up to grab the bag of many sweets and candies.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #chigiri hyoma #chigiri hyoma x reader #ego jinpachi #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi

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shmolish · 22 days

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*falls through your celling again*

I know you already did jealous shadow milk BUT I OFFER YOU THIS

Yandere shadow milk pls

Could be just hcs or sthm idc I JUST LOVE TUMBLRS DIFFERENT TAKES ON IT HCJDHDJFHF

AN: Yanderes <3 and I think this is before he got sealed, but after the corruption. (ALSO MY CEILING! FIRST MY DOOR, NOW THIS-)

Also, I'm def gonna make another one of these yan fics, just wait guys ♡

Yan! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: possessiveness, Manipulation, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, mentions of murder

-Only Me-

If only you could rewind time.

Back to the time where your lover wasn't crazy. Where he didn't have this unquenchable bloodlust, and where he didn't obsess over you.

The attention was nice at first, but it's long since become suffocating.

When will he finally let you breathe again?

Probably never. You'll die before he does, so this is probably going to go on until the day of your death.

What'll happen when you die? How will he handle it?

He can barely handle you leaving him for over an hour. There's no way he can handle you leaving forever, and to a place that, for once in his life, is unreachable to him.

He may still be alive after that, but maybe he'll finally stop 'living'.

He'll just exist.

"Dove, I'm back!" Called out an enthusiastic voice.

It would seem that Shadow Milk Cookie has finally returned.

You used to rejoice to the sound of his voice.

Where has all of the joy gone?

"Welcome back," you responded.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a palm on your cheek, gazing with admiration towards your features.

"Oh dove, you truely are the only good in this rotten world~" He left a kiss on your forehead before returning to admiring you silently.

It would have felt nice.

This should have felt nice.

But it didn't.

"Um, I've been thinking about something, actually.." You'd bring up nervously.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I can maybe... leave this tower? Only for a little while?"

...

A silence filled the room before Shadow Milk Cookie started to snicker.

"Oh doll, you can't be serious! Why would you ever want to leave this place?" He gave you a condescending smile, hoping to feign even the slightest bit of ignorance or innocence.

"I've just been here for a long time. That's all.." You'd say.

"Don't be silly~ If you leave, then the outside world will destroy your perfect, delicate self. And you know I can't have my dolls breaking." He just kept staring at you with that sweet, sweet smile.

"But-"

"Oh, I get it. You're just leaving because you've gotten bored of me. Is that it?" His smile faded and was replaced with an uncaring glare.

"That's not what I meant.."

"You're so selfish, you know? I give you a nice place away from all of the chaos to keep you safe, I'm constantly giving you my attention, and now you want to leave me." He let go of you and looked away, a scowl present on his face.

"I never said I wanted to leave you!"

"If you loved me, you'd stay here with me, and not put up a fight about wanting to leave."

So that's how it is...

Such a shame that he could get you to obey him so easily.

Leading you on with your own love.

"Sorry, I won't ask about it again..." you looked towards the ground, a guilt seeping into your heart, even though none of this was really your fault.

"Say you love me, and only me."

...

"I love only you."

He placed a finger under your chin and made you look up to him.

The smile he always held was back, as if it never disappeared in the first place.

"Yep! Only me!"

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons

Obsessed.

That's really the only word to describe him

Burns down towns and kills people 'in your name'.

You've hinted that you don't appreciate the actions

He never gets the hint, and if he does, he ignores them

Uses your love for him against you

Guilt trips you into agreeing with him a lot of the time

Has come home covered in blood numerous times

Acts like it's insignificant

Loves seeing you cry

He thinks it's cute, but he'll still 'comfort' you in way

Will wipe his bloodied hands on your face and whisk your tears away

Holds you close to him, even when he's the problem

Never gives you space

Sometimes you wish the old him

You told him about it and he just laughed

Talks to everyone about you, but if they say your name, he kills them instantly

Thinks your name doesn't deserve to be spoken by people like them

If you ever died he'd probably lose it

You're his lifeline

It's... really not healthy.

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AO3

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Chapter 6- Hold Me so I Feel Safe

Uli watched anxiously from her home as Colin and Talo paced at the entrance of Ordon. Mayor Bo wanted the two to be the backup for Link and Rusl in case anything happened, meanwhile Beth and Bo would protect the village if there was an attack. So far, no monsters have invaded the village, but Rusl and Link haven't returned either, even when the sun went down, plunging the village into darkness. Uli should’ve slept, and she tried to, but waking up to her husband still missing in bed kept her from being able to. All she could do was watch the entrance as Colin and Talo waited impatiently. Every minute that passed felt like an hour, and her worry grew with every second that Rusl and Link weren’t there. Soon, the sun began to break the horizon, and Uli felt a lump in her throat. She watched Colin and Talo waste no time to move out, with Beth and Bo watching the entrance as they left. Dread rested in Uli’s stomach as she watched her son leave the village, possibly facing something dangerous enough that kept Link and Rusl from returning. She didn’t doubt Colin and Talo’s ability, but their fighting skills weren’t as great as Link and Rusl’s. If something happened to them… how would Colin help? What if he got hurt? What if Rusl and Link were hurt? What if she lost all of them simply because Bo and Coro practically forced them to investigate the woods at night?

“Mama?”

Uli looked behind her where Rela and Kori stood, watching her with worried eyes.

“Is papa still gone?” Rela asked in a small voice, her hand clutching onto Kori’s as his eyes got watery. Uli bit her lip and looked up at the entrance, hoping that Rusl and Link would walk right through, laughing and alive. She took a deep breath when nothing changed, and she faced the children. She couldn’t cry about this, she needed to be strong for them.

“Yes, Rela, they’re still searching the woods,” she said, praying that they were still searching and weren’t fighting for their lives.

Rela frowned. “Maybe I can help Colin to find them! I have a wooden sword! I can fight bad guys with it!”

Uli quickly shook her head. “No, Rela, you will stay here until they return, ok?”

Rela pouted and Kori looked down, his bottom lip quivering. Uli’s heart broke and she knelt down to be at eye level.

“Kori, baby, they’re going to be ok.”

Kori sniffed and rubbed his eyes. “I— I want my papa.”

Uli pulled him into a hug. “I know you do, sweetheart, I know you do.” Uli held him for a moment as he cried, and she looked over to see if anything had changed. It didn’t. She stood up and gestured to the kitchen. “How about we eat breakfast, ok?”

Kori nodded glumly and he and Rela sat at the table as she started making food for them. Uli was constantly looking out the window every chance she got, anxiously seeing if the boys had returned, but there was still no sign of them. After she made breakfast, she sat at the window, watching the entrance as if her life depended on it. Kori and Rela finished their breakfast and started playing silently, making Uli far more anxious. Goddesses, what if she had to live the rest of her life like this? What if they never returned and she was the only one who could take care of Kori and Rela? What if she lost all the happiness and joy she’s had for years now that her family brought. She couldn’t imagine losing all of that in seconds, she just couldn’t!

Before she could spiral further into the horrifying thought, Uli saw Beth shoot up and run to the entrance, and her heart beat against her chest as if it were trying to escape. She held her breath in anticipation, and she saw Beth enter Ordon, then Talo, then Colin, and finally, Rusl and Link. Uli let out a cry when she saw the two and she ran out the door, sprinting to the group.

“Rusl!” She shouted out, and she pulled her husband into a hug, crying into his shoulder from relief.

“PAPA!” She heard Kori yell as he sprinted to his father, with Rela following closely, and she heard sighs of relief coming from everyone.

Rusl leaned into Uli, resting his head against the crook of her neck, his arms wrapped weakly around her. He felt tired. Uli pulled back and cupped his face so she could observe him. His eyes were half open and bloodshot, heavy bags were beneath him, and overall, he looked exhausted.

“Oh spirits above, what happened out there?” She asked, looking at Link who looked a tad better, but not by much.

“Ma, make sure he gets some rest, ok?” Link said, pulling away from the group and moving towards his house.

“Link—“ Rusl called out for him but Link stopped him.

“I’m going to tell everyone and write the letter, ok? You get some rest.”

“You need rest too.”

“I’ll get rest when I’m done, I promise!”

The two seemed rather agitated, but they didn’t argue further. The group watched Link walk away, and Uli frowned.

“Tell us what? What letter? What’s going on?” She asked, and Rusl let out a heavy sigh.

“I… don’t… don’t go to Faron woods,” he said simply, and Uli looked at everyone else, specifically Bo who looked worried.

“What do ya mean, Rusl? What did you two see out there?” The mayor asked him, and Rusl shook his head.

“‘m too tired to explain it just… stay away from Faron woods. Especially at night, please.”

Beth and Talo gave each other a worried look, and Kori and Rela pressed themselves up against Rusl’s legs.

“Well, let’s get you to bed, ok Rusl?” Uli finally spoke up, she gestured for her kids and Kori to follow. “I assume you’ll be staying with us, dear.”

Kori nodded and looked down, fidgeting with his fingers. Uli didn’t know what happened, but she couldn’t help but feel worry over what was happening. But at least her boys were alive.

Thank the spirits they were alive.

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Uli stared at Rusl’s folded clothes in front of her. She spent a good chunk of the morning trying to wash them, but they were stained black. His shirt, his headband, his trousers, his beloved ordon obi and sash, it was all covered in black splotches. Uli figured that it was all mud, but no matter how hard she scrubbed, it wouldn’t come out. His shirt and pants were ripped in some places as well, and she came to the conclusion that his clothes were a lost cause. But she figured she could keep these until Rusl confirmed for her to throw them out. So she folded up them up and set them down on the table after they were dried. And she simply stared. Everyone in the house was quiet and the air was tense. Rusl passed out as soon as he got to bed, Colin sat in a chair watching Kori and Rela protectively, and the two kids simply stared at their toys. Link had been running around the village talking to everyone and even making Coro stay with Fado. But he never swung by to talk to the family, she assumed he was saving them for last.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by screaming coming from Uli’s room, and she felt her heart leap to her throat. She and Colin stood up and rushed to the door, swinging it open to see Rusl wide awake and panting, clutching his chest as his eyes looked around frantically. They landed on Uli and Colin and he relaxed slightly. Uli gave Colin a look and he nodded, returning to his spot by the children, who looked terrified.

“It’s ok, dears,” she said softly to them, entering her room to where Rusl was. He was silent as she sat down next to him, and he avoided her gaze.

“Rusl?” She said softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. He smiled slightly, but it looked forced. He gave her hand a gentle pat.

“I’m ok… just had a nightmare.”

Uli frowned as he looked away, clearly disturbed by the nightmare. She began to rub his back which made him relax, and she let out a sigh.

“Are you ready to tell me what happened?” She asked. She was willing to wait, but she and Rusl made sure to tell each other everything. If something was out in Faron woods, she needed to know.

Rusl shook his head, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Uli nodded and stood up. “Get some rest, darling,” she simply said, beginning to head to the door, until Rusl gripped her arm, stopping her. She looked over at him confused, and he had a desperate, almost embarrassed look on his face.

“Uli… could you… um… just… stay with me?” He asked, quietly. Uli smiled and sat down next to him, opening her arms to him. He relaxed and rested his head on her chest, allowing himself to be held by her. She rubbed his back and neck, ruffling his soft hair. The motion seemed to soothe him, and he was back to sleeping. Uli continued to hold him, not wanting to leave his side. She wanted to be here when he woke up again, she wanted him to feel safe by another person being beside him. Rusl began snoring softly and she giggled quietly, resting her head against his and closing her eyes. She’ll be here for him, and when he’s ready to talk to her about what happened, then she’ll still be here to listen.

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Colin glared blankly at the ground in front of him, his sword resting in his lap as if something would attack any second. Rela and Kori were chatting quietly about their toys, and his sister glanced at him.

“Colin? Do you think papa will be ok?”

Colin looked up at her, interrupted from his staring. He sighed and shrugged. “Yeah he should be.”

“Why was he screaming?”

“Nightmare.”

Kori and Rela glanced at each other worriedly.

“I get nightmares too, maybe I can sing grandpa a song?” Kori suggested, beginning to stand up, but Colin stopped him.

“Not right now, Kori. Let gramma take care of him, ok?”

Kori pouted and sat back down, petting his cat plush gently.

“What do you think happened?” Rela asked quietly, staring Colin down. He simply shrugged.

“I don’t know. They wouldn’t say,” Colin frowned at the memory of him and Talo finding the two men. They were by the Faron spring, both looking filthy and exhausted. Colin nearly got tackled to the ground by Link when he ran up to them, clearly jumpy from whatever happened that night. No matter how hard Colin pressed, they simply brushed his questions away. It couldn’t be a bear, they would’ve said so, and he was sure that if it was, they wouldn’t have been gone all night. At least not running around the woods, which was clearly what they were doing.

The door opened, causing Colin to flinch. Link was in the doorway, his cheeks flushed red as he glanced around the room. Kori got up and hugged Link’s legs, and he quickly gave his son a squeeze. Colin joined the two at the doorway, anxious to finally know what was going on.

“Link—“

“I gotta get mine and Kori’s things, I’ll be right back,” Link cut him off, giving Kori a kiss on the head. “Is there anything you need from the house?”

Kori looked at his toys and shook his head. Link nodded and left before Colin was able to register what was happening.

“Wait—“ he started, but Link was already gone. Colin let out a frustrated huff as Kori returned to his place next to Rela. The door to his parent’s bedroom opened and his mother peeked her head through.

“Was Link just here?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d he say? Did he tell you what happened?”

“No, he just left.” Colin returned to his place on the chair, glaring ahead. Uli tilted her head at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just… worried. And confused.”

Uli walked over to him and ruffled his hair, pulling him into a side hug. “We all are.”

“Is pa ok?”

“Yes. I just came out here to grab another blanket for him.”

“Did he tell you what happened?”

“No, he doesn’t want to talk about it yet.”

Colin groaned. “All this waiting around is just making me anxious.”

“Me too, dear. But right now, your pa needs time to open up about it.”

Colin sighed as he leaned against his mother, staring at the doorway.

“Where was Link going?” His ma asked.

“To get his and Kori’s things.”

“Well… maybe he needs help?” She suggested, giving Colin a look. He glanced at her confused.

“I think he’s fine—“

“Go help him, Colin. See if he’s willing to open up to you.”

Colin’s eyes widened in surprise and he sat up. “Will you be ok with the kids?”

Uli gave Rela and Kori a smile. “Of course I will. You talk to Link, and I’ll talk to your pa when he’s ready. That way they won’t have to repeat everything to us.”

Colin smiled slightly and nodded, heading out the door to follow Link. The air felt eerie as Colin walked to Link’s house. The people that were out were speaking in hushed tones, watching Colin as he silently walked. He was relieved to reach the clearing that held Link’s treehouse, away from the stares. Epona was pacing the ground, clearly feeling the anxieties in the air, and Colin heard rummaging coming from the home. He jumped up the ladder and knocked on the door before letting himself in. There were bags sitting in the middle of the floor, and he heard noises coming from the basement.

“Link?” Colin called out, certainly not wanting to surprise him with his presence. There was silence, then grunting as Link emerged from the basement, carrying another bag.

“Colin? What are you doing here?”

“I… just thought that you could use some help,” Colin muttered, suddenly getting nervous about asking Link what happened. His older brother furrowed his brows, then looked at the bag around his shoulders.

“There’s not a lot. I can handle it just fine.”

Colin sighed and looked down. “Link I… I just wanna know what happened.”

Link stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. “I’ll tell you when I bring our stuff over—“

“No you won’t. I know you won’t. You’ll just tell us to avoid the forest and then head out to deal with it with the rest of us feelin’ confused.” Colin blurted out without thinking. He immediately regretted it, but where he was expecting anger, Link’s face only held exhaustion.

“Listen, y’all don’t need to know everything,” he said quietly.

“If there’s something going on in the woods, don’t you think I should know what it is?” Colin pressed. “I’m not the scared kid I was before, I can protect myself and Ordon, and I want to. But I can’t do that without knowing everything!” Link’s face was blank as he stared at Colin, and he quickly added more, “I can relay the message to the others so you won’t have to explain everything again.”

Link stared at Colin for a long moment, a concerned expression on his face. His jaw twitched as his eyes looked back and forth, and he opened his mouth slightly, before closing it again. Colin raised an eyebrow as Link turned his head away.

“It was… just a monster,” he mumbled, and Colin rolled his eyes.

“I know it wasn’t just a monster! You and pa would’ve said something!”

Link glared at him for a moment, then plopped his bag with the small pile on the floor and sat down, rubbing his eyes. Colin watched him patiently, staying in the same spot with his arms crossed.

“Colin… it… it was a shadow beast.”

Colin’s blood ran cold and he felt his eyes widen. Fear took hold of him and memories of hiding in the sanctuary from black monsters flooded in.

“H-how?” He asked quietly, and Link shrugged.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how it slipped under my radar after all these years.”

Colin felt himself sway a bit, and he sat down on the ground, his legs crossed. “Are— are you sure?”

Link nodded. “Positive. It let out a scream to paralyze me and pa, I’d recognize that scream anywhere.”

Colin looked away, remembering the battered men when he found them.

“So… what happened?”

Link gave Colin a look and opened his mouth to explain the story. He explained them searching around the house, he explained being paralyzed by a shriek, he explained looking for pa after it took him, and he explained fighting it until the sun began to rise. Colin listened to every word, his stomach sinking lower and lower as Link talked. He felt himself grow nauseous as he explained the beast vomiting Rusl up, and the implications made him lightheaded.

“Is this thing… eating people?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

“I…. I’m not sure. The scent it…” Link trailed off, staring blankly at a spot on the ground. “None of it makes sense.”

Colin tilted his head at Link as he grew silent, his expression blank.

“Why didn’t it go after you?” He finally asked, and Link shrugged, staring at his left hand.

“I have some theories,” he answered, before letting out a heavy sigh. “How’s pa?”

“He’s fine, he had a bad nightmare but he's resting.”

Link nodded and smiled slightly, staring at the pile of bags with an exhausted look. Colin pursed his lips and stood up.

“Resting seems like something you should be doing too. Come on, let’s get this stuff to our house.”

Link’s eyes held a hint of stubbornness, but his exhaustion got the better of him and he nodded. Colin grabbed some bags and gave Link a small smile, before moving to the door.

“Colin.”

He turned around and saw Link glaring at him.

“You know how serious this situation is now. I need all of you to stay away from Faron woods. Stay together and do not go out at night. You understand?”

Colin nodded slightly. “I understand. If… me and the others can help you and pa fight it—“

“No, it may be a shadow beast, but whatever it was doing for ten years made it strong. Me and pa are going to castle town tomorrow to make a plan of attack, but for now, stay away from it.”

Colin looked down, feeling slightly disappointed that they were leaving so soon. “Alright. I’ll try to keep everyone safe.”

Link smiled slightly and gave Colin a quick hug, patting him on the back before pulling away.

“Thanks Colin. I hope I can solve this soon.”

“I know you will, you always do,” Colin said encouragingly, and Link looked down bashfully.

“Sure…”

Colin wrapped an arm around Link and guided him out the door. “Let’s go, you look like you’ll pass out any second now.”

Link chuckled and let himself be led out, his arm wrapped around his little brother.

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He was in a tight space, he couldn’t move his arms and legs. His body was bent at an awkward angle and the air was thick with moisture that he couldn’t breathe. He struggled to move, to crawl out of his prison, but he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. Something wrapped tightly around his body, but he couldn’t see. It was pitch dark, and he felt helpless as tendrils snaked around him, coiling around his neck. He tried to scream for help, but he found he had no voice. He couldn’t break free, and even if he could, he wouldn’t be able to crawl out. He was hopeless, he was going to die, it was all over for him.

He was dead.

Rusl jolted awake, breathing heavily as the feelings from the nightmare lingered. His heart was beating quickly against his chest as he looked around the dark room. He squinted his eyes and went to sit up, but he felt something; something wrapped around him. He nearly panicked again, but he heard breathing, and realized that it was just Uli. He was in his home, with his wife laying behind him, one arm under his neck and the other under his arm. He let out a sigh of relief and laid his head back on the pillow, holding onto her hands. He was safe, he was ok…

Rusl closed his eyes, trying to relax in his wife’s hold, but he couldn’t. His mind kept returning from the night before, the beast that he saw, that attacked him, that Link saved him from. It’s black, eyeless face, it’s snarling yellow teeth. Rusl shuddered, flinching at every creak his house made. What if it was in Ordon? Watching him through the window? What if it came back for revenge? He looked behind him at his window, expecting to see a black beast snarling at him, but he found nothing. There was nothing, he was safe. But he didn’t feel safe, not even in his own home.

A desire to protect his wife and family overcame him, and he spun around, wrapping his arms around Uli. His wife began to stir from the sudden movement, and she pulled away, staring at him with tired eyes.

“Rusl?” She asked softly, looking around. “Is everything alright?”

Rusl bit his lip and sighed. He didn’t mean to wake her up….

“No, it’s ok, Uli, I’m sorry I woke you up… I’m just…”

Uli frowned and traced her fingers along his face. “What’s got you acting like this, darling?”

Rusl sighed. He should tell her. He knows he should tell her. But he didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to relive that moment. Uli picked up on his hesitation and gave him a peck on the forehead. He melted into the kiss and hugged her tighter. Goddesses above he loved this woman. He loved her and she deserved to know what happened. He let go and sat up, staring at the dark room, only feeling comfort with Uli beside him. He never hated the dark…. But now…

“Rusl?”

Rusl took a deep breath and began to explain everything to her. When he and Link went to Coro’s house, when the creature shrieked and paralyzed them both. Rusl’s senses were clouded when that happened, and he barely got a good look at the creature with his torch. But he does remember when it grabbed him and snuffed out the fire. He tried to gloss over when he was inside the thing, since that was the part that got to him the most, but instead he spilled all his words out describing it. Describing the tendrils wrapping around him, keeping him in place he tried to escape the tight stomach. He didn’t know how or why the tendrils suddenly let go, but he was able to wiggle out of the stomach enough for the beast to vomit him up. The memory got too much for him at one point, and he himself felt like he was going to vomit. Uli held him as he tried to get ahold of himself, and he went back to explaining what happened, but in a much more disorganized manner. He truthfully didn’t remember much after he was pulled free from the mouth of the beast. His eyes were covered in black slop and he blacked out after a sharp pain went through his leg. He vaguely remembered something tightening around his ribs to the point where he couldn’t breathe, but he couldn’t tell if he imagined it or not. Then he woke up to his son watching over him worriedly, and it was over. It was the morning and the beast was gone.

He looked at Uli awkwardly when he was finished. He hoped it all made sense, but he wasn’t focused on explaining it in an organized manner. Uli was silent as she thought about all that he told her, her hand never leaving his back.

“So, what are you going to do? Link mentioned letters.”

Rusl nodded. “Me and Link are heading to castle town to tell the resistance about this first thing tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Are you sure it’s safe?”

“No. But we can’t sit in Ordon afraid for our lives while this thing takes people and—“ Rusl stopped himself. What was it doing to people? Devouring them? He was inside its stomach. If Link didn’t save him would he be…? He shuddered. He couldn’t think about that.

“Are you sure you’re fit to go to castle town? It sounds like you went through a lot, darling.”

“I’m sure. Link found fairies to heal us. We’ll be fine.”

Uli rubbed his back for a moment and sighed. “Alright, I take it you want us to stay out of Faron woods?”

Rusl nodded. “Avoid Faron woods, especially at night. Try to stay indoors and try to stay together, ok?”

Uli nodded, her brows pinched together. Rusl hugged her and rested his head against hers. Uli melted into the embrace and pulled them both down onto the bed.

“Please be safe,” she muttered, closing her eyes as she buried her face in his neck. Rusl didn’t reply, he just laid there holding his wife, listening to her beginning to snore softly. But Rusl couldn’t fall back asleep. He was on edge, he kept feeling like he was in danger, and eventually he pulled away and walked out into the living room with a spare sword in his hand. He spotted Kori resting against Link, and he smiled slightly. He didn’t think about them being out here, but he shouldn’t be surprised. Link was too far away from Ordon, it was safer with them both here. Rusl gently sat down in the armchair next to the couch, watching the door intently.

“Pa?”

Rusl turned and saw Link wide awake, holding his son in his arms.

“Can't sleep, Link?”

He shook his head. “Kinda hard to. I’m anxious to get to castle town.”

“Me too.”

Link sat up, laying Kori down and tucking him into the blankets. “So are we gonna talk about what happened?”

“I already discussed it with your ma, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Oh… ok, but…” Link stopped himself and sighed. “Never mind.”

Rusl frowned and studied his face. “Do… you want to talk about it?”

Link pursed his lips. “I just… I’ve been thinking about it all day and… I don’t know…”

Rusl sighed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I just… that creature that attacked us… I… it can’t be…”

“What?”

“Well, I keep thinkin’ about it, and that thing was a shadow beast, but… it was so different.”

Rusl faced him fully. “Shadow beast? Aren’t those the Twili creatures that attacked us at the temple of time?” Link killed those creatures quickly before Rusl was able to comprehend what was happening. They were terrifying, bigger than a normal human, with otherworldly masks covering their face. He didn’t recall the beast that attacked them being the same, but then again, Link said they were different.

“Yeah, those are shadow beasts. Being around one as a light dweller will turn you into one, but… I don’t know, this thing didn’t seem to turn you into anything…”

Rusl shook his head in confusion. “Link, you’re not making any sense. You say it was a shadow beast, and though they’re similar, they were too different.”

Link shrugged and let out a sigh, leaning forward. “Sorry, I’m just thinking. It didn’t have a mask, it was big, and it seemed more powerful than a normal shadow beast. It… felt like a shadow beast that’s gotten powerful over the years. I’m just confused on how I missed it…I fought all the ones Zant sent to me, but where did this one come from?” Link frowned and looked up at Rusl, his blue eyes filled with worry. Rusl gave him a small smile, not fully understanding what Link was saying. His boy was rambling his thoughts out without thinking about how clear he was being. Link’s eyes suddenly got watery, and he turned away.

“Link?” Rusl shot to his feet and gathered his son in his arms, who melted into the embrace while crying. Rusl rubbed his back as he cried in his shoulder, rocking him back and forth.

“I–I was s-so worried ‘bout you,” Link whimpered, clutching Rusl tighter. “I thought you… you were gonna die and–” Link sobbed, interrupting his ramblings, and Rusl gave him a kiss on the head.

“I’m ok, son. I’m ok, thanks to you.” Tears were streaming down Rusl’s face as well. He thought he cried himself dry already, but apparently there were more tears to be shed. They held each other for a long while, the relief from his son being safe finally crashing down on him. Although it was an awful experience, Rusl would go through it over and over again if it meant his family would be safe. Though he began to wonder why the beast didn’t attack Link, and why it went for Rusl instead. He stopped crying as he thought about it, hearing his eldest hiccup quietly. He supposed it didn’t matter in the end, his son was safe, he was safe, and that was all that mattered. After a moment of crying, Link finally pulled away.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and Rusl scoffed affectionately, giving him one last squeeze.

“You don’t need to apologize, my boy.”

Link smiled and looked at his son, who was wrapped head to toe in blankets.

“Hope we didn’t wake him, we weren’t being quiet,” Rusl said with a chuckle, and Link shrugged.

“He’ll be fine…. Hopefully.”

The two chatted quietly the rest of the night, discussing their plan for the next morning, and how they were going to fight this beast with the help of the resistance. Rusl’s fear melted into fury as they discussed it, and he was ready to fight this thing. As soon as the sun began to rise, Rusl got up and started to get his things together. The sky was a dull gray as Link and Rusl strapped their things to their horses, explaining the situation to the confused residents of Ordon. Link was speaking to Kori quietly, giving him a hug and a kiss as Kori sadly hugged him back, while Rusl bid his farewells to Uli and Rela, and as he pulled away from his wife, she gave him a stern and worried look.

“I’ll be back, Uli. I trust you can keep them safe?” He said softly, and she smiled slightly.

“Yes, please be careful, darling.”

Rusl kissed her lips and nodded. “I will.”

When Rusl went to Colin, he was staring at the ground blankly, and Rusl tilted his head. “What’s wrong, Colin?”

“I– Link told me everything that happened and… I want to go with you guys!”

Rusl was taken aback. “You want to go with me and Link?”

Colin nodded. “I–I want to! I want to help you guys!”

Rusl smiled slightly, seeing courage in his once timid son, seeing passion in his eyes when there used to be content, it made him proud. He almost said yes, but he stopped himself. His smile fell and he gave Colin an apologetic look.

“Colin, I would love it for you to come, you’ve grown so strong and capable, but… It’s too dangerous, and I need you and the others to stay here to protect Ordon in case something happens, ok?”

Colin looked down sadly and nodded. “I understand.”

Rusl sighed and pulled him into a hug. Goddesses, his youngest son had grown up so much. He was mature, wise, and brave. Rusl couldn’t be more proud of him.

“Next time, next time I’ll take you with me,” he promised, giving him a firm pat on the back. “You’ll be a great addition to the resistance.”

Colin gave him a squeeze and pulled back, a sad smile on his face as Rusl pulled away to get on his horse. He and Link gave their family a nod and took off, silently riding to castle town.

#I just made this joke earlier but I don’t know how I feel about this one lol #don’t like it as much as the others #some parts I liked but idk #I’m not feeling the best this morning so that could do something with it idk #poor Colin just wants to help his pa and brother :((#and poor Kori and Uli and Rela. so worried #I love Uli. just a soft lady #smiles wtites #love at twilight #Kori #don’t worry baby boy you’ll get your chance to shine again #not next chapter but eventually #twilight princess #btw the Twili beast is not eating people ;)

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imshymorph · 1 month

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HI LOVE!!!! 🥺

if ur taking requests, could you pls do husband!Price with a reader who has ADHD? I myself have ADHD and am extremely forgetful, and tend to feel emotions more intensely than others, which means I cry a lot and get told I’m over sensitive haha 🥺❤️❤️😭

Hi darling! My requests are open, I'm just loaded up with uni work. So sorry it took over a week for me to answer. (But if you don’t mind the wait, 100% send in requests!!). I hope I portrayed it properly, I kind of fall in the adhd spectrum myself but it can really vary from one person to another, so I hope it's relatable!

Anyway, here’s some soft!Price with ADHD!reader

I think he’d notice pretty early on, maybe not specifically labelling it as ADHD, but he’d pick up on the forgetfulness and how quick it could change to a hyperfixation. I think he’s observant enough that he’d kind of be able to pinpoint the moment in your thought process where you jump from the thing you just said you were going to do to whatever other task popped in your mind that pulls you away from it.- - - - -

He would grow used to it pretty quickly, used to sharing space with all kinds of people at base and adapting himself to better work with them. I also lowkey headcanon that Soap has ADHD so he’d already have an idea on how to work around it and some strategies in place to help you with it.

Although I think his main worry would be supporting you with the emotional side that comes with it. He’d be there for you at any time. It doesn’t matter what it is, he’ll dry your tears and talk with you about it. If you don’t want to talk or maybe it’s one of those days where you don’t even know why you’re crying, then he’ll just hold you close for a bit and help you get distracted when you feel better.

I think that even if he doesn’t fully understand it, he can get a grasp on how overwhelming it can get. He’d notice when you’re starting to get frustrated, when your brain just can’t find something that releases enough oxytocin to keep you entertained for long enough. He’d swipe in then, bringing up one of your special interests or one of the hobbies you gave up on a few months back, to see if it sparks some joy again. If it doesn’t he’ll find something new that you both can try together or somewhere to go and explore.

And don’t you dare apologise for any of it, he’d give you a full on scolding on how it’s not something to apologise for. (That’s who you are and who he loves, darling). He doesn’t care that you forgot to close the kitchen cupboard for the fifth time this week, nor that the clean dishes still sit on the dishwasher, nor the pile of folded clothes that still sit on top of the dresser. He’s happy to have you with him, to share space with you and he’d take a messy living room and arrive late to your reservations on date night every single time if it means he’s with you.

Also, he’d absolutely change things around the house and in his schedule if it means it makes things easier for you. He’ll change the organisation in all drawers and cupboards that need it so it’ll be easier for you to remember to put everything in its place. He’ll sit with you while you do work or chores, having casual conversation to keep you entertained and focused while you finish. Will sit there for hours if he has to, listening to you infodump about whatever thing your brain has last fixated on. And hold you for as long as you need when your emotions get too much and make you cry, one warm hand on your hip to hold you close while the other rubs your back.

And relating to the crying. Poor soul, the one who dares to call you oversensitive in his presence. He’d absolutely rip them a new one, ready to start a physical fight if it is necessary because (how dare you judge his love for something out of their control). As soon as he’s satisfied with the scolding the other person got, his full attention is back on you.

He’d pull you close, cup your cheeks and gently dry your tears with his thumbs. A small smile appearing on his lips, “don’t listen to them, love. You’re perfect just like this.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and lightly pinches your cheeks to get a smile from you. “Come on, let’s go home so you can tell me more about those books you have been reading.”

And the way your small pout and teary eyes change to a smile makes his heart soar. He throws an arm over your shoulders and holds you close as the both of you walk home, happily listening about the character arch of one of the main characters you tell him about. He’s already planning on wrapping you up on your favourite blanket on the couch while he gets ready some of your comfort food, how you’ll eat it together while you cuddle and watch one of your favourite shows or movies.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #captain price cod #captain john price #captain price mw2 #captain price x reader #john price x reader #soft!price #cod price #john price #captain price #price x reader #task force 141 #gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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cupidjyu · 9 months

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a roommate's guide to healing (and falling in love)

sangyeon x reader

summary: after breaking up with your boyfriend of almost 1 year, you’re left with your roommate who helps make you feel better. little do you know, along with the healing comes falling in love.

genre: roommates to lovers, college au, slight angst in the beginning, getting over ex, PINING so bad, he's such a sweetie gentleman i cannot put it any other way, he also a little bit jealous, and he uses "darling" cause i said so, hurt/comfort, reader understandably cries a lot, drunk-ish confession, kissing warnings: being drunk? like two mild curse words :0 notes: sangyeon is so sweet i want him, also look who's writing more seriously!! and longer! word count: 6.9k

Discontentment. To feel discontentment is to feel disappointed, or unsatisfied with something. To feel discontentment is to feel a sense of anger and sadness. Discontentment is what haunted you on the day that you had most expected to feel the opposite: pleasure.

“It’s been three hours.” Your hands shook as you stood up from the table. The menu laid out on the surface, untouched and almost searing your eyesight with how long you’ve stared at the words. “It’s been three hours of me sitting here and of you not caring enough to show up to a date that I’ve planned for the longest time.”

The man’s–your boyfriend’s–eyes were narrowed. His face immediately contorted into that expression. That same sour expression that he always wore when he was about to blame you for something that you didn’t do.

“Maybe if you reminded me when I woke up today, I would have shown up,” He spat.

Your jaw clenched.

“I reminded you last night.”

He laughed bitterly. “Last night. I was in the middle of a game and that was when you reminded me.” You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill over. All it took is for a video game to prevent you and your boyfriend from having a simple date.

“You– you should have put a reminder on your phone or something,” You muttered.

“So now you’re stuttering? What, can’t you think of a better response?”

You stood there, your eyes trained on the floor and your hands clenched in fists. “A better response?” You reached over and grabbed your bag, crumpling the fabric with your grip. “A better response would be that for the past few months–almost a year, in fact, I’ve been trying.” Harshly, you poked a finger into his chest, making him stagger back with a scoff. “I’ve been trying to make this relationship work.”

“If you tried harde–”

“I have been!” You exclaimed. “I have been for the past few weeks! I planned dates, gave gifts, did everything to heal what we have going on. It’s you who doesn’t make an effort. It’s you who doesn’t care.”

“I do care, honey,” He said in an overly sweet tone that would originally have put butterflies in your stomach. But now, it only fills it with acid.

“You don’t,” You whispered, your voice beginning to shake. “And maybe I shouldn’t have wasted my time on trying to get you to in the first place.”

You walked past him without a single word, your hold on your bag only tightening.

“So you’re just going to break up with me like this?” He called out to you.

You stopped and turned around. “Yes,” You said. “And I hope you at least enjoyed the moments when I loved you.” You paused, letting a few tears roll down your cheeks. “Because I did. Unfortunately.”

You turned on your heel, this time letting out a quiet sob. Your heart, previously filled with joy and love was now plagued with what you call: discontentment.

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Step 1: Hold them when they cry.

Sangyeon was beginning to feel like browsing through shows was his new career. He sighed, sinking down further into the chair, feeling like boredom would swallow him whole. He sat up though, finally, when he heard the door unlocking.

He knew that it was you. It always was you, ever since the two of you were assigned roommates because apparently, you two shared one interest together. One. And it was literally a movie that you watched briefly for fun and that Sangyeon had never watched but he accidentally pressed on it when the survey website for dorm roommate assignments glitched. Simply put, you guys didn’t have anything in common, but you made it work.

He knew it was you and he had expected that you would have a satisfied, happy smile on your face since you had announced excitedly that you were going on a date with your boyfriend before you left. What he didn’t expect, was for you to open the door, tears running down your face and small cries leaving your parched throat.

Immediately, he stood up and walked over, taking your bag from your hand and setting it down gently.

“Why are you crying, darling?” He looked you over, making sure you weren’t physically hurt. You shook your head, trying to respond, only for more sobs to come out of your mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows and bent down slightly so that your eyes would meet his. “What happened…” He muttered to himself.

Physical intimacy was never something you guys did. Ever. But at this moment, it was the only thing that seemed right. With a sigh, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. Immediately, warmth engulfed you as you buried your face in his chest and began to cry louder. Your hands came up to his shirt and you gripped tightly, as if to ask him to never let go.

He held you through it all, staying steady, even when you began to collapse from exhaustion. Slowly, he brought you over to your room and sat down with you on the bed. He gazed at you softly, worry evident in his eyes.

“You okay?”

You gave him a weak smile. “I don’t think so.”

Sangyeon nodded, sheepishly smiling back. “I figured.”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your hands nervously. It was the first time that your roommate has ever seen you so vulnerable like this.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He questioned. “I promise I’m a great listener.”

“There’s not much to say,” You laughed painfully. “I loved him and he didn’t love me back.”

Sangyeon’s expression saddened and without thinking, he took your hand in his, holding it tightly. “I’m sorry. You deserve much better.”

“Really?” You looked at him, unconvinced. “Because I’m beginning to doubt that after today.”

He frowned. “No, no, don’t think that. Not because of a shitty guy. He isn’t worth the person that you are.”

You snorted, wiping some of the tears that had welled up in your eyes from Sangyeon’s kind words. “That’s really… flattering.”

He smiled genuinely. It was so different from what you were used to. When you were with your boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, you were so accustomed to seeing a simple quirk of a lip, sometimes accompanied by a roll of his eyes. Now, with your roommate, he was gazing at you with so much interest, so much earnestness. You didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie.”

You were about to respond, maybe with some half-hearted joke, but you were interrupted by a yawn. Your eyes blinked heavily as a bout of exhaustion suddenly hit you like a truck.

“Are you tired?” He tilted his head.

“Mhm,” You mumbled. “Trying to get over a boyfriend of eleven months is truly hard work.”

He chuckled, helping you climb into your covers. “I can imagine.” After he tucked the blankets over you, he turned away, probably to go to his own room. But that was when you realized just how cold you’ve become. It felt almost like the tears dried on your face had become frozen and you couldn’t help but shiver. You could’ve just pulled the blankets closer over you, but no. Instead, your hand reached out and grasped the hem of his shirt.

He froze and turned to you, wide-eyed.

“I…” You stuttered, letting go. “Sorry.”

But he seemed to read your mind. Quickly, he turned off the lights and climbed in with you. He made sure to keep his distance, practically dangling off the bed. You were encased in warmth once again, his body warmth spreading to yours.

“Sleep well,” He whispered. “I know it’s hard, but try to forget him. He hurt you too much for you to dwell on it any longer.”

“Okay,” You whispered. There were warning signs blaring in your mind right now. This was wrong. Sleeping in the same bed as your roommate? When just yesterday, you had only exchanged a few conversations? Was this too much?

“I can hear you thinking.”

You went still. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” He replied, sleepily. “You’ve been through a lot already.”

After a few minutes, you couldn’t help but fall asleep comfortably, even after such a hard day. Sangyeon never mentioned how you cuddled up to his side in the middle night and he didn’t mention how you whined when he moved just slightly away from you.

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Step 2: Make breakfast.

P.S: Preferably waffles and ice cream with strawberries on top.

You awoke with extremely puffy eyes. Blinking repeatedly, you could see the familiar sight of the plushies lined up on your bed. One of them, your ex-boyfriend had bought you. You had smiled a lot that day. Well, up until he ditched you in the middle of the date so that he could watch a sports live stream. You could also recognize the sight of the light filtering through the windows, bringing in the natural light that always acted like your personal alarm. You turned on your side and that was when you jolted.

That definitely wasn’t familiar. The sight of Sangyeon, your roommate, sleeping in the same bed as you. He seemed to still have kept a distance, his arm and leg hanging off the bed, probably to make you feel more comfortable. You leaned forward, waving a hand over his face to check if he was still sleeping. But with the shuffle of the blankets, he peeked an eye open.

“You’re awake?” He said, his voice rougher and deeper than usual.

“I was awake before you.” You giggled.

He smiled back and sat up, reaching his arms up and stretching slightly which revealed a sliver of his stomach. You gulped and looked away.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked like the caring angel that he was.

You nodded. “I think I did, surprisingly.”

“And you’re feeling…” He trailed off.

“Like shit.”

He pursed his lips and he got off the bed. You moved to follow him but he stopped you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Just wait here.”

You eyed him with curiosity but you climbed back into bed. You were still tired from all the tears shed so you sank back into the blankets, resting your eyes.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before he opened the door to your room. In his hands was a tray. On that tray was a beautiful sight. There were two waffles, ice cream on top, and strawberries as a delicious decoration. He set it down on the bed and kneeled next to it.

“I figured you would like this?” He grinned.

You stared at it in utter shock. “Sangyeon… you– you didn’t have to. I’m fine, you know?”

“Still.” He frowned. “I’ve yet to have any classes. I want to help make you feel better.”

The word want hit you like a damn arrow in the heart. Never in your life, never in your time when you had dated your ex-boyfriend, did he say that he wanted anything with you. He never wanted to spend time with you. He never wanted to hug you when you were sad and he never wanted to make you waffles with ice cream and strawberries.

Before you knew it, you were staring down at the food, the ice cream now melting in globs, with tears rolling down your face again. He noticed and his sleeve gently came up to your face, patting them away.

“I’m sorry,” You muttered, sniffling and shying away from his gentle touch. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It’s just–”

“It’s okay,” He reassured. “It’s okay to cry. There’s no rush in healing.”

You sighed, trying to compose yourself. You reached forward and began to eat. Immediately, your eyes brightened, your tears long forgotten.

“It tastes so good!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were a cook.”

He flushed slightly with bashfulness. “I guess I am? Never thought of myself that way…”

As you worked on finishing your breakfast, the whole time, Sangyeon didn’t leave your side, even when you insisted that you were fine. He sat beside you and he started to talk about some new shows that he watched. Every time you would smile and laugh, he would feel accomplished. That was all he wanted anyway. For you to feel happy.

“Sangyeon?” You nudged him.

“Hm?” He turned to you.

“I never had a chance to thank you. I know that this was very sudden and it must be a burden for you to try to make me feel better. But… still, I really, really appreciate it.”

“It really is my pleasure,” He spoke softly. “He hurt you and… I can’t change that. But I could help you feel happier. We can spend time together, I promise that you won’t bother me. I am a very patient man.”

You laughed brightly at his joke. “You really are a great roommate… and friend.”

He smiled and pulled you into a hug. And you could have imagined it, but you felt a kiss being pressed to the top of your head.

–

Step 3: Hold them when they cry again.

Over the past few days, the two of you had been spending more and more time together. You still felt a bit upset, often finding yourself looking through his social media or longingly staring at the selfies that you would take with him. But with Sangyeon, it was much easier to forget the bad memories.

Today, the two of you were enjoying your own activities. Sangyeon was sitting next to you, reading a book like the peaceful man he was. You were just on your phone, texting your friend. Occasionally, you would laugh at her countless angry emojis, directed to your ex-boyfriend.

And although you really didn’t want to, you found yourself wandering to the past texts with him. Your eyes drooped when you read them over and over. You never realized how closed off he was. His dry, one-word responses, sometimes even leaving you on read, left your heart sinking.

“Do you think…” You spoke up.

Sangyeon looked up at you.

“Nevermind.”

“You can tell me.”

You held your breath before exhaling deeply.

“Do you think that I was being clingy?” Your voice was so quiet. “I mean, maybe if I didn’t try so hard we would have lasted longer.”

He looked taken aback for a second before he shook his head, insistently. “Definitely not. You were doing your best.”

You bit your lip. “I did my best.”

He nodded. “You did.”

“But it still hurts.”

Your face contorted and you were choking on tears again. No, no, not again. You’ve already cried so many times in front of Sangyeon. You tried desperately to hold your sobs back but it was of no use.

“I’m crying again,” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“And I don’t mind at all.” He smiles. “Sometimes, you just have to get it all out.”

“You’re insufferable,” You bitterly laughed through your tears, wiping them away harshly. “And obnoxiously caring.”

“Only for you,” He whispered, grinning cheekily before putting his book down. His hand came up to your cheeks, softly wiping away the tears himself. “You’re hurt but that doesn’t mean you can’t heal. It takes time. All you can do is continue to try. You have me to lean on.”

And that’s what you did. You leaned your head on his broad shoulder, letting the tears fall. His arm came around you, holding you and reminding you that you were safe. And for the first time in a while, you did.

–

Step 4: Make them laugh.

After a week or so, you were feeling much better. Sangyeon still didn’t leave you. In fact, over time, you grew closer than ever before. You knew most of his favorite things and you had even memorized his Chinese takeout order. Sangyeon learned much about you too. He learned that you liked to lean on his shoulder. You had told him that he was very warm and a great heater. Though, you never slept in the same bed again since that night.

One day, he invited you to take a walk in the park.

It was a chilly evening so you couldn’t help but shiver slightly. That was when he took off his jacket and draped it over you.

“You’re such a gentleman,” You praised. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

He laughed, embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck. “I believe I was just raised like this.”

“That’s good!” You nodded, enthusiastically. “It’s good to be a gentleman. Makes it easier for you to find someone to date. Hey, speaking of, why don’t you date anyone?”

He froze, turning to you with reddening cheeks.

“I’m sure it would be easy for you. You meet all the criteria.”

“Criteria… like what?” He eyed you, slightly terrified.

“Being a gentleman is one. Mmm… you can cook! That’s also good.” You nudged his shoulder with a knowing smile, looking him up and down. “And you definitely fit the criteria in terms of looks.”

He sputtered and his ears were now red. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious! I know people who would kill to be with you. Seriously, it would be like a piece of cake.”

He jerked his head away stubbornly. “I don’t really want to.”

You pouted. “Why not?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips and he licked his own. Suddenly, he was losing his breath and his heartbeat was racing.

“I… uh–” He shut his eyes as he tried to think of an excuse other than a certain person that he might be crushing on. “I have no flirting skills.”

You gaped at him, completely speechless. And then you burst out into giggles, your eyes squinting and your laugh resonating through the quiet night atmosphere. He stared at you silently, instead admiring your beautiful laugh.

“Can’t flirt?” You laughed, gasping for air. “We can work on that.”

But Sangyeon only gazed at you with silence.

“Your laugh is really cute,” He suddenly blurted out.

You froze and pointed at yourself. When he nodded, frozen like a deer in headlights, you burst out into a bright smile which only made his heart beat even faster.

“You can definitely flirt, Sangyeon.”

“That was a compliment.”

“Same thing.” You rolled your eyes, fondly.

–

Step 5: Take them out to their favorite place.

Sangyeon took in a deep breath, holding it for a while before exhaling slowly. He rocked on his shoes, shoving his hands in his pockets before pulling them out because they had gotten too sweaty. He didn’t know why he was so nervous.

It wasn’t a date.

He knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious anyway. Earlier in the day, he had asked you where your favorite place to go was. You replied with this one place that sold delicious lattes and beautiful desserts. It was your go-to spot for pretty pictures and amazing food.

“Let’s go.”

You straightened at that. “What? Really?”

Sangyeon nodded, smiling proudly (adorably). “I’ll pay. We can enjoy our time there.”

And you couldn’t hold in your excitement after that. Practically jumping off the walls, you ran into your room to “get ready”. Sangyeon was a bit confused at that because he thought that you looked perfect as you did.

He continued to wait, arranging the plants randomly to calm his nerves. The sound of the door startled him as he turned around. That was when he felt his heart practically explode at the sight of you.

You stood there, awkwardly at the door. Your hair was styled neatly and you had put on a much nicer outfit. It suited you perfectly. In fact, you had bought it specifically for one of your future dates… that never ended up happening. But now that Sangyeon was taking you, you could finally wear it.

You played with your hair nervously when you noticed that he was just staring at you wordlessly, his lips slightly parted.

“Did I dress up too much?” You gave him a small smile. You tilted your head at him and then you stifled a laugh. He was blushing.

“N-no.” He cleared his throat, looking down at the floor to avoid staring too much. You took a few steps closer. And then you hooked a finger under his chin, making him face you. He flushed even brighter, his breath stuttering.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Sangyeon?” You grinned slyly.

“Mhm,” He hummed, swallowing nervously.

“Sure.” You giggled.

As you two were walking to where the small bakery was, Sangyeon was oddly quiet. You did most of the talking, rambling about the best cupcakes and pastries that you’ve tried there. He had only nodded, taking constant glances at you. And the whole time, his ears were a bright red.

“The drinks are really good too,” You continued. “I’ve only tried a few but the matcha one was probably my favorite.”

He stayed silent.

“Sangyeon?”

…

“You look really pretty.” His voice was quiet yet sincere.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to him with surprise. His words caught you off guard. It was often a rare occurrence that your ex-boyfriend would compliment you so boldly. Sangyeon was a nice change of pace.

“Oh,” You breathed out. “Thank you.”

You could see how his stiff shoulders had finally relaxed and how his uptight expression had returned to his usual, peaceful one. You observed him curiously.

“Were you quiet this whole time because you were working up the courage to compliment me?” You smirked.

He smiled nervously and he walked faster in response.

You laughed and ran after him. He was cute when nervous.

–

Step 6: Don’t let feelings get involved.

Sangyeon had liked you for the longest time. Though, it wasn’t “love at first sight.” It was a slow process of him admiring your adorable habits and learning more about you. But of course, you were taken the whole time so he couldn’t quite do anything about it. He just watched you from afar, making sure that you weren’t hurt.

Even after you had broken up with your ex-boyfriend, he refused to make a move. He has this fear of overwhelming you more so he stayed quiet, instead focusing more on helping you heal.

“I got invited to a party?” You looked up at him with a mix of excitement and confusion.

“Are you going?” He tilted his head.

You thought for a moment. “I guess so. It says I can bring a plus one.”

He went silent at that.

“Who should I bring?” You laid your head in the palm of your hands. “Not many options.”

Sangyeon didn’t say anything, only staring at you with soft, longing eyes.

“There’s this guy in my literature class…” You wondered. “He seemed nice when I spoke to him. Maybe him?”

Sangyeon clenched his jaw. “I don’t think so.”

Don’t get feelings involved.

“Oh, okay.” You eyed him with slight perplexion. “What about the guy who my friend tried to get me to go on a blind date with?”

He quirked up an eyebrow. “You don’t know him though.”

You nodded, sighing. “That’s true. Okay, how about the–”

“You can take me.” He interjected.

Your mouth fell open at his sudden bluntness. He stared back. Something behind his eyes was filled almost with… hope. And something else but you couldn’t tell what exactly.

“Uh–” You stuttered. “I can! That’s a great idea actually.”

He visibly relaxed. But then he tensed again when he realized that you were gazing at him with amusement.

“What is it?” He looked at you cautiously.

“You know…” You grinned, leaning forward on the table. “You could have said you wanted to be my plus one in the first place. No need to be shy, Sangyeonie.”

He bit his lip and stood up abruptly. You could see that his ears have turned red again.

“I’m going to study.”

“You said that you don’t have any classes yet though!” You called after him with a laugh.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, bringing a hand to his face to cover it.

–

Step 7: Don’t bring up the ex-boyfriend.

To get over someone who has hurt you, Sangyeon made it a point not to mention your ex-boyfriend. He feared to bring back any new memories and he hated seeing you cry. For the past two months, he never brought up that man. He made sure that you would never have to talk about him again.

Until you did.

It was when he had come home and as he walked past your room, he had noticed that you were dozing off and sprawled out on the bed. As silently as he could, he approached you and tucked you into the blankets properly.

“You’ll get a cold,” He whispered, furrowing his eyebrows.

You blinked your eyes open and you smiled sleepily up at him.

“You’re back,” You giggled.

“Yeah and you’re–” He paused, leaning closer. It was then that he noticed your cheeks were flushed red and your eyes were in a daze. He brushed a strand of hair from your face gently as he knelt down next to you, peering at you with concern. “Are you drunk?”

You only giggled louder. “Noooo. I’m not.”

He frowned.

“Don’t! Don’t…” You mumbled, slurring and tripping over your words. Suddenly, you sat up in bed, startling him. You were hit with a sudden feeling of dizziness and you nearly fell forward. Sangyeon was quick to lean in so that you could rest your forehead on the crook of his neck. His hand tentatively came to the small of your back, in which you keened into his touch.

“Don’t?” He prompted.

“Don’t give me that expression.” Your hands came up to his chest, punching him weakly.

“What expression?”

“That– worried one,” You whispered. “The one where you frown and look all concerned for me.”

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

“Because!” You exclaimed suddenly. “Because. It makes me feel weird inside.”

He held his breath, pulling away.

“You know my ex-boyfriend?” You smiled lazily.

He gulped. “What about him?”

“He never had that look on his face. For the eleven months that we dated. He never– cared for me like you did.” You pouted. And for a second, Sangyeon feared that maybe you were going to cry again. But instead, you took his hand in his, playing with his fingers. His eyes widened and he looked up at you curiously. “And before you ridicule me for thinking of him again… I don’t. I don’t think of him anymore. I think that I’m completely over him.”

He let out a breath of relief as he smiled. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.” Slowly, his hands came to your shoulders and brought you to lie back down. He tucked you in, just like he always did.

“Do you want to know who I think of these days?” You slurred.

Sangyeon gazed at you wordlessly. He had expected you to answer with one of those handsome actors or charming celebrities. But instead–

“I think of you.”

He inhaled sharply. He bit back a shy smile. For all he knew, you could be lying. You weren’t in the right state of mind after all. And so, he shook out of it.

“We can talk about this later, darling,” He spoke quietly. “But I…” He trailed off when he realized that you had already fallen asleep. Silently, to himself, for once after so long, he spoke his feelings out loud.

“I also think of you. Every single day.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

–

Step 8: Sleep in separate beds.

Of course, this was self-explanatory. But apparently, even that was a hard rule to follow. Especially since you’ve always been a clingy person. The weather was cold and Sangyeon knew that you hated it. What he didn’t expect was for you to show up in his room in the middle of the night, your pillow tucked under your arm.

He blinked his eyes open and sat up as he brought his hand up to tame the mess of his slightly curly hair.

“Need something?”

“It’s cold,” You whined.

He frowned. “If you want, you can borrow this blanket.”

“No.” You refuted, stubbornly. “You’re a great human heater.”

He stared at you in confusion. “And…?”

You groaned. “Must I say it straight up?”

He only replied with an innocent look.

“Let me sleep in your bed.”

His mouth formed a silent ‘o.’ It was literally two in the morning. He had no energy to even be flustered. With a sigh, he opened his covers, inviting you in.

“Roommates…” He mumbled as you eagerly climbed in. “More like bedmates.”

You glared. “Grumpy?”

He whined. “It’s so late. You woke me up, dummy.” And you couldn’t help but smile fondly at his pouty lips and squinted eyes. Sleepy Sangyeon was indeed a very endearing sight.

Again, physical intimacy wasn’t something that you two were used to. Or at least you thought. Lately, your hands were constantly somewhere on him and vice versa. You guys liked to hug. He liked to put a hand on your waist to guide you in crowded places. It became sort of… normal.

So, naturally, like this was an everyday thing, you buried your face into his chest. With a satisfied hum, he pulled you closer with his arm, holding you securely and warmly.

“Roommates,” You mumbled to yourself. “More like very close cuddlers.”

“Interesting observation,” He muttered before he was knocked out into dreamland.

–

Step 9: Don’t initiate physical intimacy.

That rule’s been broken a long, long time ago. But Sangyeon thought that hugs and cuddling were pretty normal for friends. Platonic. No romance. Just friends. So he had no problem following this rule.

Up until you were sitting on his lap.

He felt like he could explode with how close you were. This wouldn’t have happened if he had just said no to your pleas to tie his hair.

“Are you done?” He grumbled.

“Stay still.” You glowered at him. He would never admit but he absolutely loved your fingers running through his hair. He loved the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, combing through the strands.

“What exactly is it that you’re doing anyway?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you intently. You paused at his prolonged eye contact, gulping. You truly had forgotten how close your faces were.

“I’m doing pigtails,” You muttered, praying that your face wasn’t visibly turning red.

He snorted. “Okay, knock yourself out.” And then he smirked as he gazed up at you with amusement. His stare seared you and you couldn’t help but jolt in his lap. Something in the way he studied all of your features, made you feel like your heart was melting from inside out.

Suddenly, you felt a hand sneak to the small of your back, holding you closer and securely.

“Stay still.”

And he had the audacity to smile wider. You were just… speechless. Just before, he was complaining that he didn’t want you on his lap. And now… you didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.

With an embarrassed huff, you slapped his chest weakly. “Remember when you said that you couldn’t flirt? Look at you now. You’re teasing me.”

His stare shifted into something less amused. You couldn’t place your finger on it but it was almost… like yearning.

“What if my intention wasn’t to tease?” He said quietly, his eyes flickering down to your lips again. He had been doing that for a while now and you noticed.

You held your breath, both of your hands falling to rest against his chest, the warmth and pounding heartbeat thrumming through your fingertips.

“Then what were you doing?” You whispered, your voice quivering.

And his answer was so vague. It was so vague that it left you awake at night, going over his words over and over again, trying to find any sort of meaning behind it. You even tossed and turned for way too many nights.

“Anything but teasing.”

–

Step 10: Don’t fall in love.

You have definitely underestimated how many people would be at the party. You stood before the building, taking deep breaths through your nose. You glanced down at your outfit. It was out of your comfort zone, but just before, Sangyeon had assured you that you looked amazing. But still, you couldn’t help but stand there, frozen on the spot as you observed the many people dancing and laughing, drinks in hand.

Your breath hitched when you felt a large hand wound around your waist. You looked to your right and Sangyeon appeared before you, giving you a soothing smile.

“Nervous?” His thumb ran circles to calm you.

You squeezed your eyes shut hoping you could just teleport away from here. “Yes.”

“Don’t be.” He shook his head. “You look beautiful.”

You bit your lip, fighting back that smile that seemed to appear a lot more than normal when around Sangyeon. “It’s not that.” You gestured to the crowds of people. “There’s just so… many.”

He glimpsed at the sight. And instead of responding immediately, he pulled you closer to his side.

“I’ll be right by your side. I won’t leave, promise.” He looked at you with a sincere gaze. “Call me your personal bodyguard.”

You laughed, slowly feeling your nerves dissipate. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course.” He grinned.

The party wasn’t as bad as you had expected. As you entered, you found that the crowds of people slowly started to scatter, leaving you a chance to breathe. As time passed, you started to have more fun. Occasionally, a classmate would walk by, notice you, and have a quick conversation. You noticed that every time that happened, Sangyeon’s grip on your waist would tighten ever so slightly, looming over you almost protectively.

Your ears perked when you heard a slow song come on. A quick glance at Sangyeon and he was already standing up, offering his hand.

“Dance with me, if you please.” He gave you a quirked-up smile.

You giggled and took his hand. As if it were the most natural thing, your arms looped around your neck and his hands came to your waist. Sangyeon’s soft eyes never left yours.

After the song ended, Sangyeon left briefly to get drinks. That was when you heard a familiar voice behind you. A voice that you dreaded.

“Got a new boyfriend already?” The man snarked. You turned around and frowned at the sight. He looked much worse for wear, his eyes tired. He looked almost… intoxicated.

“What are you doing here?”

He ignored your question. “And you claim that I didn’t care for you anymore? Going off and cheating on me.”

“I didn’t.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s be completely honest. We’re not together anymore and we never will be.” You had no more energy to argue with him anymore. You’ve done that for way too many months now. So instead, you turned around only to come face-to-face with Sangyeon. He was staring down at you worriedly.

“Everything okay?” He looked you over.

“Hm?” You widened your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“We should get out of here.” He pulled you in protectively. “He was bothering you.”

You gulped and looked up at him in utter confusion. “Sangyeon. I’m okay, I swear.”

But he ignored your words. He pulled you through the crowds and out the door. You stared after him, perplexed. The walk back to your dorm was short and quiet. You could see just how bothered Sangyeon had become. His jaw was clenched and there was a crease in between his eyebrows.

When you reached the hallway, the both of you were just about to reach the door when he whirled you around.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?” You whispered, looking at him frantically.

“Did he hurt you?” He looked you over, his hands wandering down your arms to check.

“No, no–” You gazed up at him in complete surprise. “I’m… okay. I promise.”

He let out a breath of relief. “You worried me. I was afraid he did something.”

You looked up at him, your lips parted in shock. You grew silent as you watched him ramble on and on about how he should’ve been by your side, should’ve protected you better. You felt something deep in your stomach and it was slowly rising up to your heart, making it beat erratically. You watched as he looked you over with soft, gentle eyes. Whatever he was saying had become muffled through your ears.

You began to scrutinize the many ways that Sangyeon had taken care of you. Even after so many months, he never failed to look you over. He never failed to give you the sweetest compliments, make you laugh, or make you blush.

Suddenly, the feeling of his hand coming up to the side of your face, brushing a piece of hair gently away from your finger, brought you back to your senses. It just hit you.

It was him and it always had been.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He frowned. “You look a little pale.” His hand took hold of yours, about to unlock the door of your shared dorm.

“Sangyeon, wait.”

That was when you pulled his hand harshly, so harshly that he was right up against your body. One of his hands rested against the wall, caging you against the corridor wall.

He gulped, looking down at you with surprise.

“Hello,” He whispered, in a complete daze.

“Hi.” You replied, a smile growing on your lips.

“Are you teasing me, darling?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No,” You breathed out.

“I doubt it.” He laughed lightly. “You really do joke around a lot.”

Your hand took hold of his collar. And then you pulled him in, close enough that your lips brushed against his. “I really like you a lot.”

He widened his eyes, his breath stuttering.

“What?” He muttered. You could hear his heartbeat.

“I said that I like you.” You managed to say, feeling out of breath for some reason. “I’ve fallen for you, Sangyeon.”

“You’re not… you’re not being serious right?” He leaned his forehead against yours, his lips so close to yours. If you could just lean in–

“Want me to prove it?”

“Please,” He whispered. Your fingers came to grasp his collar once again. And you closed the distance between you. He was frozen for a second before he groaned quietly in satisfaction. The two of you didn’t seem to care that you were kissing right in the middle of a corridor where anyone could catch you. You both were too caught up in the moment. His hands came to hold your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You hummed and pressed closer, your hands resting against his chest. It was a slow, sweet kiss, just the two of you with tilted heads and growing smiles against each other’s lips. You licked the bottom of his lip briefly before pulling away, making him chase you adorably for more.

You gazed at him, your eyes sparkling with newfound feelings blooming in your chest. Or maybe they’ve always been there.

“Oh,” He breathed out, his eyes glossed over.

You suppressed a loud laugh, in hopes of not waking up your neighbors. When he only continued to gaze at you with that lovesick expression, you felt your face grow hot. And so you punched him in the chest, making him wince.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re in love with me.”

Sangyeon gaped at you. And then he laughed. He laughed deeply (and very attractively, dare you add) as he pulled you into his chest and he nuzzled his cheek against your head lovingly.

“I am in love with you. You just failed to notice.” He whispered, hugging you tightly.

“Oh. Oh my god.” It all came crashing down on you. The fleeting touches, the fond smiles…

He shook his head, pulling away to look you in the eye. “I tried to hide it anyway.”

You snorted. “Great acting skills.”

But Sangyeon didn’t respond to your sarcastic joke. Instead, his eyes fell to your lips once again. You held your breath, your eyes wandering to his own, red and slightly swollen. You had expected him to just lean in. But instead, he asked a question.

“Can I kiss you?”

You stared at him incredulously. “You’re going to ask now? After you just made out with me in a hallway?”

“I was raised a gentleman.”

You hummed, amused. “A very fine, lovely gentleman indeed,” You sang, teasingly.

He groaned. “Shush.” And his lips were on yours in just a second, pressing deeply, more passionately than before. Soon enough, the door has been unlocked–you wondered how he did that even while being so… preoccupied. You were being pushed into your dorm, his mouth still on yours, moving intensely.

He pulled away to catch his breath. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?”

You bit your lip shyly. “You have.”

“Then allow me to tell you over and over.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Until you’re nothing but a shy mess.”

You felt your cheeks flush hotly and your throat went dry as you hid your face in his chest. He already succeeded.

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Valentine's Day Special #2 (JJK One shot)

Warnings: Suggestive parts from Suguru and Shoko but it's funny, I think that's it.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Here's Gojo's part I promised after my Toji one. A bit but here nevertheless.

“Sugu, have you gotten in touch with Toru? He hasn’t responded to any of my calls and texts this morning and class starts in 10 minutes.”

“Maybe Satoru forgot to charge his phone last night and is coming here with a dead phone. I mean we did have a late start today but you know how he is. Something wrong?”

“I thought I asked. I’m just a little worried, that’s all. Normally he would blow up my phone but not today. I hope he’s not sick.”

You sigh as you look at your phone to see if any more messages would be sent but none came. It was Valentine’s day today and everyone was giving their Valentine gifts to the one that gives them heart eyes. Some were cute, others were cheesy, and some were mid. You’d usually spend Valentine’s day alone or celebrate it with a few classmates. However, this year was different because you would actually be celebrating with Satoru. Initially, you were trying to play it cool and be all chill about it. Not making it a big deal. But you can’t help but feel giddy and a bit excited because you can spend the day with your boyfriend who was also your best friend.

However, Satoru’s lack of response made you a bit anxious with your foot rapidly bouncing and your eyes fidgeting between his empty desk and the clock. If he was sick and couldn’t come to school, you would understand. But Satoru wasn’t sick yesterday or showed no signs of any. You hoped that he was okay and nothing bad happened to him. With class starting in five minutes, you deflated into your seat and just wanted the day over with because it wasn’t going to be fun when Satoru’s absent.

Just as you were about to turn around and ask Suguru something, your classroom door slid open to reveal Satoru Gojo in the flesh. His face was covered by a bouquet of (favorite flowers) and a large shopping bag. Sugaru just smirks as you sit in shock before standing up to meet Satoru who was standing next to your desk.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart!”

“Is this for me, Toru? Aww, thank you~! You shouldn’t have.”

You give him a quick peck on the cheek before taking your gifts and placing them on your desk. To everyone, Satoru brushed it off suavely while embracing his confident smile. But to you, and Suguru, Satoru was a lovesick fool who is screaming from joy on the inside.

You would have talked more but the bell rang so it will have to wait until break. Satoru sneaks a grin, sending a wink your way while you could only roll your eyes playfully.

“Sorry I didn’t answer your texts or calls this morning. I used the late start to pick up your gifts but I accidentally woke up later than expected. So I had to rush myself to get your things while trying to make it to school on time. I had to ask Suguru to distract you until I arrived.”

You glanced over at Suguru to confirm what your boyfriend said was true. All you were met with was whistling and his eyes were anywhere but on yours. You shake your head with a chuckle as you place your hand on Satoru’s bicep while walking to get some snacks.

“You had me worried, Satoru. I got scared for a second something happened to you. At least it’s good to know that you were okay.”

“I didn’t mean to! Look, I just wanted to surprise you. I just—you know— had a minor slip up. I just wanted to treat my favorite girl!” Satoru whines out trying to defend himself.

“Favorite girl? You mean I’m not the only one, Satoru?”

Satoru froze and had this look of absolute panic on his face. Suguru gave an accusatory look at Satoru’s way before you bursted out in laughter.

“Toru, I’m just messing with you! You look like you’re about to cry, I didn’t mean to get carried away like that! I know you love me, you simp. My one and only.”

The way his face shifted from panic, relaxed, to flustered was like a powerpoint where the teacher is changing slides too fast. The tips of his ears and the apples of his cheek were rosy pink. He tried to use his free hand to hide his blush but it was useless. Suguru just laughed at the expense of his friend.

It was interesting to spend Valentine’s with one of the school’s heartthrobs. Satoru’s fans are split down the middle between fangirling or mean mugging at you two. You honestly don’t care about the haters because they’re not the one dating Satoru. School goes on as per usual, Shoko came to hang during lunch because she was out on a field trip, and the occasional hallway confessions and gift giving. Once school ended, things were different. You assumed you would go back to your dorm and that’s the day.

But Satoru had other plans in mind. You were about to go grab yourself something at the local convenience store before seeing Satoru pull out in a slick black sports car. At this point, you wonder what Satoru didn’t have. Satoru said the day’s not over and he’s got stuff in store for you. He takes your stuff away inside the car before reaching his hand out towards you with the absolute rizz.

“Let’s get moving, Babe. I don’t want to waste a second today when I’m with you~” Satoru says with his overflowing rizz and charm.

You giggle like the high school girl you are and make your way over to him, taking his hand in yours.

“You two love birds have fun! Don’t go too crazy!” Suguru shouts from afar.

“If you guys do the deed, don’t forget to wrap it up, Satoru!” Shoko shouts after as she waves off to the two of you.

You both immediately got in the car, Satoru laughing his ass off with red all over while your whole body was ablaze and on fire. If it were possible, steam would be coming from your head. Once he comes down, Satoru starts driving you to treat you like the fucking queen you are. Satoru took you to all your favorite spots, stores, and places. He bought you anything you asked for, which were literally three items. He takes you to a crane game arcade and he won every single game you looked at on the first try, getting some of your favorite plushies in the process. God the way you smiled and eyes lit up made him so elated that his heart was going to burst. Genuine joy and whims of boyish youth surge through him as he realizes he can be himself around you.

Free from his title as a Gojo, free from being the heartthrob, free from being anything other than Satoru and your best friend/boyfriend. He wanted to feel like this everyday forever when he’s with you. Every now and then he kisses your hand as you go around to your heart’s content. You never had this much fun in your entire life until today and it was all boy you gave yourself to that was also your best friend. As naive it is to think, you knew you wouldn’t experience this with anyone else. For your boyfriend to also be your best friend was absolute bliss and you want both of you to cherish it forever.

You two sit on a bench in an empty park, staring up at the starry night sky while eating some daifuku together. Your hands interlaced and both of your heads lean onto each other. No talking, just silence and the sound of the city night life filled the air.

“I want to thank you for today, Toru. I had a wonderful time, and it’s because of you.”

“I should be thanking you, (Y/N). You showed me things I never thought I’d get to experience. You made me feel things I never thought I could feel until now. All thanks to you… I love you, (Y/N).”

Satoru turns to face while holding your hand up to his face to kiss it. You smile softly at him while unlacing your hand so you can cup his face gently. You giggle seeing his face sink slightly in your hold.

“I love you too, Satoru Gojo. For as long as we’re together, I will always love you.”

Pulling him in to share a sweet kiss until the gentle moonlight. Once pulling away, Satoru brings both your hands into his as he brings them to his chest, feeling his fast but strong heart beat. His eyes are full of sincerity and unwavering dedication, boring into your own.

“Then promise me, (Y/N), you will stay with me for the longest time. Not just spending the future Valentine’s days together, but to experience life with you by my side. Now and forever… my one and only…please…”

You see the yearning and devotion in his cerulean eyes that still shine in the midst of night. His words, his eyes, his heart reassured you with everything you needed to hear. Because being with Satoru Gojo is something you will never regret and neither did Satoru as he never regretted loving you and only you.

“Of course, Toru, I’ll be with you until the end of time. Now and forever, with my one and only, Satoru Gojo.”

At your confession, you saw a smile that Satoru gave you that will forever be etched into your memory. One you have the honor and privilege to see everyday as he does with yours.

There’s no telling what the future holds. But it’s guaranteed that there are many more Valentine’s days to be spent together with Satoru. In which one of them you are wearing a shiny ring. Then another where there’s an additional ring on top of your other one, you are seated close to your husband as your last name is now Gojo.

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Stray: Part 8

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Part 8

Loki's heart felt lead-heavy as he finally forced himself to release you from his embrace. Finally, he sadly accepted that he'd missed his opportunity to kiss you. In return, you gave him a bittersweet smile, baffled that he didn't make his move when it seemed inevitable that he would.

Maybe he intends to just abandon me at some point, like everyone else does. Eventually, I'm always going to be alone. But, for now, there's something beautiful to experience, so I won't take it for granted. I'll hold onto the good parts when the worst happens, I'll treasure them. That's all I can do.

You felt like crying as the two of you continued strolling down the main promenade of the carnival; two heads bowed, two sets of hands buried in pockets, two sets of eyes glittering faintly with unshed tears and unspoken words in the carnival lights. The sun had set in a beautiful amber and rose vista while you had rested against his chest. You watched, considering the poignant fleeting nature of all beautiful things as the sun sank below the hills. A velvety indigo night had descended by the time he finally unraveled from the hug. You had never felt colder than you did in that blanket of darkness and the absence of his touch.

After a few steps, you took a chance that you knew might result in a broken heart and a shattering rejection from this man. You decided to be brave anyway. Reaching, you touched his arm lightly, hesitantly. Henry's bright irises met yours, understanding what you sought. He smiled a tight-lipped affectionate smile that creased the corners of his eyes, and you could swear his face shone brighter than every bulb around you. Loki's heart leaped back up from where it had tumbled to the floor as he rushed to entwine his fingers with yours while strolling; quietly, pensively, each of you floundering in your own ruminations until finally, you asked, “Henry?”

“Yes, darling?” he rushed out, anxious to finally exchange words again.

You faced him, and placed a hand on his sharp cheek, “Would...would you like to come over? We could talk a little while.”

“Yes! Yes, of course. I'd love to. If you don't mind....yes,” he blabbered, and you couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

Loki fizzled with joy because you wanted more time with him, because perhaps he hadn't ruined things, because perhaps he would have a chance to be closer still, because...

Damn. Loki suddenly thought, realizing that if he was there, her beloved little black cat wouldn't be, and he would have to find some way around that. What were you thinking?, he scolded himself. He knew the answer was that, of course, for once, he wasn't thinking. He wasn't scheming. He wasn't anticipating his next lie or ploy. He was in love and it was making him reckless. Loki was desperate to be near you in this form just a little longer. He would wring every minute, steal every second, if he could just have more of his borrowed time with you.

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As you unlocked the door and ushered him inside, you said, “Welcome to my palace. I'm sorry it's not much. I know it's probably not the kind of thing your used to.”

“Hmm. You'd be surprised,” he said, cryptically, then added under his breath, “I like the new curtains.”

You gave him a puzzled look. You'd just changed those curtains yesterday. He continued, realizing his mistake and rushing to deflect, “Well, I've been all over the world...lots of places. And I think it's very sweet and cozy here. I love it.”

You smiled, thawing under his glow. “Oh! I forgot to ask. Are you alright with cats? I hope you're not allergic.”

“Oh...no, no problem at all. Not at all...but just...” he began to mutter in a panic.

“I just have to feed him and then we can have some coffee, yeah? Loki!” you called as you hung up your coat. “Loki?” you repeated with a bit more worry in your voice. He had always greeted you immediately before. You considered that maybe he had just scurried away into hiding because of the presence of an unfamiliar person.

“Sorry, Henry. Just a moment. Please, make yourself at home,” you said as you continued your search around the tiny apartment.

Henry called after you a moment too late as you were already peeking behind every piece of furniture in the tiny flat. He sighed, exasperated and afraid. It would only take you a few moments to look everywhere and realize inevitably that...

“He's not here,” you said quietly, eyebrows peaked in confusion and concern as you returned to Henry.

Loki tried to think quickly. “Hey...hey! Darling. Look at me. It's alright. I'll...I'll help you look.”

“I...I looked everywhere. I...” you trailed off as you noticed the ratty green collar, abandoned on the counter and a nameless foreboding crept up your spine. “No. No, something is wrong. I need to...”

Henry held you firmly by the shoulders and looked into your eyes, saying your name slowly, then, “I know this sounds insane, but that sweet little black cat is fine. I know that he's fine. I promise.”

Your look of dismay turned to one of sinking suspicion. Suddenly you saw the odd, charming man before you in a new light of doubt. How did he know Loki was a black cat?

You went through all of it in your mind, from the beginning. He swept you off your feet at work after apparently “noticing” you (unbeknownst to you) for some time, only communicated through messages and gifts but never called. He knew what to order for your lunch without asking. You were reminded, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, of his sly expression as he knowingly quipped about his “intuition”. He found out where you lived, knew your curtains were new, knew what your cat looked like. Now...now you had invited him into your apartment.

Idiot, you scolded yourself. He's some kind of stalker lunatic. You were too smitten to see it.

You spoke more loudly, “And how the hell do you know that, Henry? ...if that's even your real name,” you said, walking backwards toward the kitchen and drawing a large knife out of the holder.

Loki said your name gently, eyes going wide, and put his hands up in surrender, “What on earth is this? What's going...”

You stared him down, glaring over the glinting line of the knife. “I...I was so bind...an unbelievably dashing and mysterious foreign man noticing me at work, giving me fancy letters and gifts...never even telling me your last name...sweet-talking Janet into giving you my address. Did you take Loki because you're some kind of obsessive weirdo? Have you been in my apartment? What...what are you...some kind of con artist or...or just a pervert? Well, I obviously don't have much to steal, so why are you doing this? Should I check my underwear drawer for a few missing panties, or what? Just....what the fuck is this?”

The volume of your voice climbed as your words grew more frantic and shrill.

Loki sighed and gathered his thoughts, speaking deliberately as he moved closer, “Please, just listen. You can't hurt me with that. You're more likely to hurt yourself, so please, put it down.”

In a panic, you lunged forward with the knife. In a glow of green light you passed right through Henry and tumbled to the floor, as the blade clattered over the tiles. You winced, feeling a bruise begin to form, then your mouth dropped in shock as you watched Henry evaporate in a glowing green slither of light.

You began to scream, but a cold pale hand covered you mouth to silence you. The man beside you was the man in your dream; coal black hair, alabaster skin, and Henry's face in a different color palette. Your mind went utterly blank aside from a single frenetic thought on loop. I'm dreaming. This isn't real.

Loki felt horrible about causing you pain. He could feel your hot stilted breath pummeling his palm. You trembled like a small terrified animal under his hand. He thought of how you must have bruises blossoming somewhere on your precious skin from your fall.

“As much as I hate to see you in distress, I'm afraid I have to do this,” he said, eyes wide and apologetic, brow creased in concern. He raised his hands summoning a green glow that wrapped around your arms and mouth, stilling and silencing you, then compelled you to sit on the couch. Once you were sitting, he knelt before you in his armor, green cape flaring like a curtain over the floor. In another situation you might have laughed at how much it looked like some Arthurian prince about to rescue a maiden in your shabby apartment.

“Please. Please, listen,” he said very softly. “What I'm going to tell you is going to be hard to believe. You saw me, in your dream, but I'm real. I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, and I am Henry, and I am...well...I'm also Loki, your cat. Now...if I remove the binding from your mouth, do you promise not to scream?”

You forced your mind to at least try to wrap around this. You had just seen the impossible and you had to admit that you'd be no match for this...person?...Magician?...God?. And as usual, you had to find out what all this meant. Your curiosity trumped your fear. Finally, you nodded.

He smiled and released the binding over your mouth. You took in a heaving breath and blinked a few times, still not entirely sure of what you were witnessing. He averted his gaze and said, “I'm so sorry to hurt you, or confuse you...”

“Or lie to me? Or terrify me?”

He sighed. “Yes, especially that.” He was silent for a moment, tongue poking between his lips in thought. You were surprised by that. It was a cute gesture, reminding you of...of your cat.

“Jesus...this...this is all so weird. I can't...”

“I know,” he said, soothing, “But I also know you're very good and you're very clever and you're very brave. I've seen it within your mind. I've seen it in your actions.”

“You can read my mind? Fuck...that's unsettling.”

“It's...not quite like that. Just...we have a special connection. I don't even entirely understand it. I wasn't anticipating it. We can see into each other a bit more than other people can. Listen, if I touch you. I can show you everything. Can I do that? Please.”

You considered carefully. He was asking, genuinely asking. A psycho killer probably wouldn't ask, right? Fuck...whatever, at this point. I can't go this far without knowing.

“Okay,” you said.

With your permission, Loki slid his hands very gently over your hair until he was cradling your head in his elegant hands. Slowly, he placed his forehead against yours and a green glow spun into a nebula around you.

Time became strange. Your consciousness tumbled through his experiences as he poured his knowledge into your mind. You saw his life in Asgard, his family and friends (if you could really call them that). You saw why he related so much to you in some of the saddest ways. Tumbling further, you saw in more detail; the bet with Thor, the hijinks as D.B. Cooper and every moment and thought and image from his perspective since he landed in that dumpster.

It was an odd thing, a completely foreign experience, to see yourself through Loki's eyes as his perceptions changed. At the start, as a liar, a narcissistic schemer and fugitive, he saw you as nothing but a tool, a servant, and a diversion. It was even stranger once you began to see yourself through the lens of his reluctant but unstoppable feelings of affection, then friendship, then through the floral illuminated frame of utter selfless love. He loved you. This ancient god, a strange and powerful and feared being, loved you. The god of mischief saw you as a goddess; one whom he hoped would choose to be by his side for all time. You saw yourself, in many iterations, through the frame of his eyes, and what he saw was absolute worthiness (a feeling you had never really felt for yourself).

Then the green fog cleared and you heard the echo of his beautiful deep voice calling you back to the present. As you slowly opened your eyes, he leaned back and unraveled the bindings from the rest of your body. You both sat quietly for a moment; you on the couch, and Loki still kneeling beside you. After a moment you chuckled and said with a wry smile, “That was brave of you to do. How do you know I won't still come after you with a kitchen knife?”

He chuckled in relief. “I'll take my chances. And I'm not nearly as brave as you've been, darling.”

“So...now I know everything,” you said softly reaching for his hand. He looked surprised by that, uncertain if he deserved to hold your hand, and it made your heart ache.

“You do, and yet...my kind, brave girl...you still reach for my hand?” he said gazing up, those bright aquamarine eyes wide and solicitous.

You squeezed where your palms pressed together. You nodded and smiled as tears made their way down your face, making it hard to talk with the tightness in your throat. You said, shakily, “But you've only seen into some of my mind...my history. What if you don't like the rest? All the pain, and insecurity, and bad days, and mistakes, and disappointments, and failures and...unworthiness...”

Loki inturruped your downward spiral with a finger against your lips. “Shh shh shh. You are worthy, that doesn't mean perfect. No one is.”

“But you can't know how much worse I might really be. I think I'm a pretty good person...I try to be, but what if I'm not...what if I'm not who you need me to be?”

Loki came up to join you on the couch now, sitting closely and wiping the tears from your eyes. He said your name, reverently, like a prayer. “Who you are is someone who has worked very very hard...someone who's survived so many bad times and bad days and abandonment and a childhood of being dragged to church and shamed. You're someone who set out alone across the country to build a life...someone who loves horror movies because you always try to push yourself towards the things that scare you. You're someone who summons the strength, every day, to face the world as it is and to find beauty in it, because you're so brave and so kind. You're someone who loves to drink coffee in the afternoon, but falls asleep on the couch after awhile anyway. Someone who has read hundreds of books.

Your favorite color is purple, and your favorite band is The Velvet Underground. You're always cold, and you've worn that damned gray sweater for 10 years to try to stay warm but it's never enough. You like tomato soup and grilled cheese on rainy days. You hate those high heels and kick them off in the same spot every single day. You're someone unbelievably generous...generous enough to take in a moody selfish little homicidal creature mewling from a rubbish heap. Who else would do that?”

You chuckled through a sob, answering, “A lot of people, Loki. That's just called owning a cat.”

He laughed with you at that, then stroked a hand through your hair, tilting your chin so you could meet his eyes. “And you're very funny” he added to his long list. “Please, believe me when I tell you this. No one like you has ever been, or ever will be again. You are entirely unique. And in all of the cosmos and the myriad realms, I had the good fortune to find you and now....” he said, moving closer still until his sharp cheek grazed your own soft one, “I don't ever want to let you go.”

Loki kissed you, breathy and hesitant at first as his lips skated across your own. Then your sighs mingled and your mouths opened to invite each other in...to invite each other home...finally home. You lost all sense of time as his arm encircled your waist and your hands wove into his soft inky hair. You never wanted to stop. The two of your were lost in the world of your own senses; a universe of breath, and warmth, and the soft feeling and smell of each others skin (a mingling of mint and lavender), the sound of pattering night rain outside the balcony doors.

You both jumped as the rain turned suddenly into a thunderstorm, interrupting your rapturous moment. The brightest lightning and the loudest thunder you had ever experienced, rioted outside as your balcony doors swung open. You yelped as the largest man you had ever seen in your life materialized in your living room. Loki jumped up and gathered you tightly, protectively, against his own body. The enormous viking man bellowed out, “Brother! I knew you would show yourself once again and we would find you. You can't run forever, you conniving little snake!”

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writersblockiskillingme · 11 months

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Ona | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing: Bojan Cvjetićanin x reader

Summary: Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, mention of mental breakdown, maybe one curse word, bad breakup.

Author's note: Here is one for out golden retriever beautiful boy. I hope that you enjoy this one! Feel free to send in requests if you want me to make something specific with him. Oh and, btw, here is the translation for this amazing song. Your welcome. 😉

It was so bright out there, it started to hurt your eyes a little bit. You were standing somewhere in the middle of the crowd watching the love of your love. The love of your life... that you decided to let go because you felt like you weren't good enough.

You were attending yet another Joker Out's concert, but it felt different this time. Maybe because Bojan and you weren't together anymore.

Joker Out was here, in Croatia's capital city of Zagreb. This was the next stop for their concert. This is where the two of you met. Right here in Zagreb on a hot, sunny day in a crowded city. In your hometown. In the breathing country where you were born and raised in.

So here you were. In your hometown where Joker Out was performing. The first time that you heard that they will be performing in Zagreb, it felt like someone punched you in the stomach. But then you felt something different, you felt the need to see him again. Even if he doesn't take a notice in you as you stood in the middle of the crowd that was dancing and singing along. So you decided to go.

The moment that they stepped onto the stage you felt like you would cry. You missed them all so much. You somehow found the strength deep in your soul to look at Bojan. And so you did. He was just so gorgeous. He looked even better then when he did on the day that you left him (Lana Del Rey anyone? No? Okay...). He still had long hair, he was tall and just oh, so handsome. You noticed one thing however, his playful and mesmerizing, so radiant, smile or his playful smirk wasn't pressed onto his face like it always was. It worried you, truly. You watched as they got in their possession and as Bojan took the microphone.

"So... for the first song I will be singing something that hasn't been released just yet." He spoke in Serbian (it's actually very similar to Croatian, you know?) as he watched the crowd go wild with excitement as they claped and shouted and screamed with pure joy, with pure excitement.

"This song is also very special to me." He said, his voice was deep as he looked down in what seems to be sadness.

"It's about a very special person about who, I hate to admit it, I didn't get over and I don't think that I ever will." He paused for a moment so he could take a deep breath so he could continue to speak. "I met her right here, actually. In the beautiful Zagreb a year ago and I can honestly say that I fell for her harder then I ever did for anyone." The crowd was cheering, screaming, in excitement as Bojan introduced Joker Out's unrelated song.

"This one is for her." He said as the rest of the bend slowly started to play the chords. You felt your last bit of your breath leave your lungs as you felt tears pricking in your eyes, your vision getting blurry. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think.

But once he met your eyes deep in the crowd, where you stood, just as he started to sing, you felt like you were going to collapse.

Hodam opet njenom ulicom

Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom

Stanem ispod njenog prozora

Jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja

Bojan was walking around the dark cornered alley in the middle of the night. It must have been midnight by now. As he walked, he could see his breath in the cold of the Zagreb's winter, cold night. As he watched his breath become visible in the cold, dark night, he found himself pulling his dark coat closer to himself. It was truly a good attempt to keep himself from freezing.

Before he knew it, he found himself walking along the familiar road. The road that he walked along too many times to count, but right now, he was all alone. He looked up so he could be met face to face with the moon. It was shining so brightly in the middle of the dark night's sky. It was staring right at him, it seemed like it was mocking him. It was mocking his heartbreak and his loneliness. It was mocking him.

Suddenly, as Bojan looked down, he felt like the last breath was knocked out of his lungs. You were skipping along the frozen road, your steps quickly increasing as you went towards your apartment.

He felt like a staker, even though he wasn't one. He slowely started to go after you, something was pulling him towards you. That invisible pull was there again, just like it first appeared when he saw you for the first time.

After a while, you finally came into your apartment. You leaned against the window with a heavy sigh. Bojan could see you from the street and as he watched you he felt like he was suffocating.

Bojan loved you. You know what? Scratch that. He loves you. He longs for you. He wants you to be safe and as he watched you quitly from down below, he once again exposed his pain for the Croatian girl to the moon. To the moon, to the darkes and the cold winter in the middle of the street.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo

Jedna poruka i via more

Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju

Dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore

It felt like it was a good day. Truly. Bojan and you went out to get lunch and to explore the city. You were just hanging out together and it felt so good to do it. However, all good things have to come to an end.

Bojan didn't expect it at all. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Out of nowhere, just when you think the day is going to be beautiful, and it hit hard. Really hard. In fact, it hit so hard it hurt.

"I'm sorry, Bojan. I really don't want to do this, but I think it's for the best if we break up."

That was it. Bojan could still remember those words echoing in his mind even though you never said them out loud. You told him this through text messages and maybe that's why it hurts even more than it would if you told him that to his face.

You loved him so much. You still love him so much that it hurts. Joker Out was starting to be a big band that has so much potential, and with that came so much more fame. You just didn't want to be in the way. You felt like you weren't good enough for him. You felt like he could do, and deserves, so much better than you. You were so happy with him, in fact, you were happier than you have ever been. But you didn't want to be in the way. So you made a hard choice.

Nobody could ever know, nobody could ever describe the pain, suffering and all that misery that you felt that day. That miserable feeling you felt when you pressed that little "send" button on your phone. As you watched the message being sent, you cried so much that it felt like you were going to collapse. After that you cut all of the contacts with him.

It was for his own good, that's what you told yourself. It's what you always told yourself as you broke down in the middle of your bedroom floor.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Bojan felt like a part of his soul was ripped away from his body as he read that message over and over again. He cried so much it started to hurt. He has never felt this way before. He hated to admit it, but he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you. It was intoxicating, but most of all it was painful and infuriating.

It lasted too long. Jan didn't know what to do anymore. Bojan just kept on crying, he was crying for so long, in fact, it was already dark outside. Jan was afraid that something was going to happen to him if he doesn't do something. And quick. It looked like Bojan wasn't breathing anymore. His broken soul didn't allow him to take a break, even just so he could breathe.

So Jan panicked and before he knew it, he was calling you up. He watched Bojan from the other room as the grip on his phone tightened. He found himself silently begging you to pick up your damn phone and answer him.

And so you did. After the millionth ring and after about two hundred messages later. You picked up the phone.

Jan told you everything. You were crying before he called you and it took everything in your power to not break down while being on the phone call with Bojan's band mate and your friend. You were practically kicking yourself for your decision, but there wasn't much that you could do.

From that day on, Jan tried everything in his power to get you two to at least meet. And for the first time, in a very long time, he succeeded. He managed to convince you to come to their concert.

In the city where you met.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

As Bojan sang the last few chords of the song, he never broke the eye contact. You felt a few tears betraying you as they ran down your cheeks. Before you knew it, you found yourself whispering the words for which you barely found the strength to say.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene." You said, practically out of breath. It felt like you were kicked in your stomach as he continued to hold your gaze. You felt more tears as you found yourself repeating the words you just said.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene..." You couldn't do this to yourself anymore. You couldn't do this to him anymore. It was too much. The pain and suffering was getting out of hand.

You had to fix this.

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