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nhoirr · 5 months

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MAN. I HEADCANNON PM! DAZAI DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE. like, he knows love. The structure of what it is, a simple stature but thats only the view from the outside. when he finds himself trapped inside the complex labyrinth love was — he was at lost for where to go. no routes in his mind could pave a path, there was no logic working in this maze. as if it were different from everything he'd ever known.

I headcannon Dazai does not know love, but merely the theory it is. He knows how to seduce yet he does not know what it is. he just knows it's something that helps him to manipulate, to take control of the situation.. but within those strings, he finds himself no longer the puppeteer — but he, was the puppet he was playing all along. he never knew the dangers of what love could do, until his heart became what was being played as a price to be payed. it started off as a thrill, then an annoyance, and then a constant looming — the feeling of his heart tightening in his chest. truthfully, he never knew anything.

And that made him fear it.

but you knew everything, how to love. and what's beautiful, is the fact that he melts within your embrace. he learns what is right, he learns love — what it means to love and be loved. he finds out with you that in all dark corners, love is still beautiful. That within this dark maze, you were the one who pulled him out and into the light, you who spoke of love so beautifully. there came an enlightenment to him, that you were the one — the one he's been waiting for all his life, his answer.

but PM! Dazai Osamu was but a man — fearing the unknown, for the feeling of lost once you slip away from his fingers. Dazai Osamu fears the day you would ever be snatched away from him, if he'd ever awake with you beside him in the morning, and the next, and he regrets; he regrets knowing love, how beautiful it is. because you've shown him why life is worth living, and if that — you, were to ever be taken away..

I woke up with an insane dazai brain riot help

anyways I'll come back to this I swear hold on—

#▶️.entr'actè {rambles&such}#dazai imagines #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #.🏷.VOGUE {popularly/requested & au's}#VOGUE CATEGORY — dazai osamu. headcannons #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader angst #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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everythingseasoning · 6 months

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Listening to Georgia by Phoebe Bridgers as well as Quiver by Lonas brings all the surpressed pain straight to the surface.

There are tears on my skin.

It hasn’t been a good ride for a while, so sadness resonates with me sooo much more than any other emotion, and not by choice. I was actually really optimistic as a child and teen, but things have been hard lately and I feel lost.

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maybeedoodles · 2 years

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The ending of Spy x Family episode 9 was so good because it displayed how kids can be affected by their parents behavior even if they aren’t always physically displaying it negatively. It shows how important it is to not argue and show such Ill intent toward your spouse when a child is present even if you just had a fight. Of course it happens sometimes and might be unavoidable, but I like that it shows the effects and how anxious Anya was because even though Anya is telepathic, Loid picks up on how perceptive kids can be and it’s so true in life.

#anime 🏷#over analyzing #spyxfamily #ramble 🏷#spy x family episode 9 #loid x yor #sxf loid #loid forger #yor briar #yor x loid #sxf anime #sxf anya #anya #anya forger

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pompkns · 4 months

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ALRIGHT!!! Físicamente no puedo callarme sobre Elías y Ross así que datazos!!!!

- Tanto Ross como Elías son olvidadizos como no saben, así que lo que hacen para recordarse cosas es poner notitas en la casa. Además de eso, ambos aprovechan para poner cosas lindas para el otro, especialmente Elías en un principio porque no se le daba el hablar.

- En mediados de sus 30, Elías se le dio por ir a que le hicieran las uñas. Antes se las había pintado por sí solo, pero nunca para ir a un lugar y se las hicieran. El diseño que eligió fue fresas y arándanos porque hace tiempo le había preguntado a Ross que fruta le recordaba a él y le dijo fresa y a Elías piensa en Ross con los arándanos. Ross cuando supo de eso también se las pintó del mismo modo, solo mucho más sencillo porque él no es fan de las cosas tan detalladas.

- Ni uno de los dos es mostrar mucho afecto en público. En un inicio, la relación de Elías y Ross eran un misterio para los demás. Se comportaban muy cariñosos para ser solo amigos y no lo suficientemente para ser algo y como ni uno de los dos había dicho algo al respecto para su círculo social, solo era cuestión de apostar en si eran o no algo.

- Ross siempre tuvo un complejo con la edad. Una de las cosas que no le gustaban eran las canas (que tiene desde sus 30, pocas, pero presentes) y ya era rutina pintarse el cabello para tenerlo siempre de su color castaño. Elías sabe, pero no dice mucho, alguna vez le dijo que debería dejar de hacerlo para ver que tal se le ve, pero Ross fue de ehhhh. Ya luego de un rato, cuando le empezaron a salir canas hasta en el bigote, Elías le dijo que le encantaba como se veían las canas en su barba y ahí dejó de hacerlo tan seguido.

- Del mismo modo, Elías se empezó a dejar el cabello medio rizado que tiene por algún comentario que Ross le dio. También se lo empezó a dejar más largo. Los dos se apoyan en ese tipo de cosas que en un principio les da vergüenza (no sé si es vergüenza, pero se entiende).

- No sé, yo los quiero mucho.

#todo esto es para esa línea temporal donde son felices ig #oc rambling #pmkns_ocs #.arrozConLeche #en la historia oficial no llegan a eso #🏷

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happenstobehere · 1 year

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go vote on bestie’s bracket polls :)

#ryn’s rambling #raine🪐🏷

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levmada · 1 year

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Ok Levi scenario for cuming around his cock for the first time 👀

jesus. god. he'd try to keep focusing on fucking you with the perfect pace from before, clutching your hip tight. but Levi of all people struggles to be patient with that soaking heat squeezing the fuck out of his dick. his jaw is just dropped.

every instinct is clawing at him to keep his cock buried in all that heat—he’s already on the edge—and forget about trying to give it to you deep with any kind of pace. you're clinging to him, thrashing to the point of him being forced to pin you in place. your pussy is practically begging for it, gushing this much on him. as you cum, he hears your cunt getting even more soaked. it’d be disgusting-sounding if it didn’t feel so amazing. his eyes roll back.

it's so fucking tight, and yet your pussy is still swallowing him. it's the most intense thing Levi's ever felt. poor virgin!Levi already lost control once earlier right after he pushed inside, but this is again too much.

he's probably rambling—he can barely think at all, let alone hear himself—while you moan so sweet in his ear. he can't fucking handle it when you start begging him to come inside. to please, please, fuck me.

but honestly, he’s already cumming. he shoves his arm down beside your head, picks up your leg, and loses all rhythm as his cock slams in that much deeper.

not that he has any goal in mind at all. deep or fast or hard—doesn't matter. he's rutting his cock in deep, grinding in his balls when you can’t hear any soaked, blunt slapping noises because the only thing left on his mind is that he needs to fucking cum.

gets so fucking drunk on your pussy. whimpering it too while he shields his face in your neck when this deep, throbbing heat explodes.

only a few pumps later, his hips stutter, and his eyes roll. a shiver wracks his frame, then with a tiny whine he’s fucking his cum into you like a dumb horny teenager. moans so loud that his voice cracks. you're not even doing anything really, but you make him dumb anyway.

he has to use allll that's left of his strength to just not crash down on top of you as his cock twitches and softens inside. it’s so sensitive he whimpers as he slides out with a dull, wet sound. fucking wrecked honestly.

#aot levi smut #snk smut #levi ackerman smut #captain levi x reader #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi smut #aot smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi.thirsts

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killedpink · 1 year

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every day i wake up with han jisung in my mind

🏷contains: dom/switch jisung x sub/switch reader, morning sex(ish), dry humping, oral sex, body worship, praise, spit kink, pet names, cum consumption, slight masturbation, hair pulling, jisung is lowkey a tease, and this setting is stupidly domestic

waking up next to jisung always felt surreal to you. it was one of the highlights of your day — to watch the slow rise and fall of the blankets that covered his chest, his face vacant of any expression and instead just so poetically peaceful. however, it didn’t always go like that.

your eyelids slowly, tiresomely opened, the curtains of your shared bedroom obscuring the blinding sunlight, yet a few sunbeams caught the room and landed like a flick of paint onto the walls. you only had a few moments of peace, turning on your other side to face jisung was a mistake. his bottom lip was kept between his teeth, his eyes shut tight, and his hands fisting his painfully hard bulge in his boxers, rocking his hips against anything he could find. his tiny, needy whimpers didn't get past his throat much, probably assuming you were still asleep and didn't want to wake you. too late.

a third hand joined jisung's assault on his ever growing erection, his eyes shooting open like a deer in headlights once he realised you were awake and eager to help him in his dilemma. his ministrations halted, "did i wake you? i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—" you shut his ramblings up with a quick, demanding, open mouthed kiss to his lips, feeling jisung groaning into your mouth. "you didn't wake me, ji. let me take care of you, okay?" your fingers brushed the wisps of hair away from his sticky forehead, shining with the start of sweat brimming on his skin. he paused, weighing up his options, before coyly nodding, his eyes never leaving yours.

you shuffled closer to him, your skin brushing against his from the proximity, taking his clothed cock in your hand, rolling the flat of your palm against his growing wet spot, enjoying the fuzzy look on jisung's face. your lips parted to let your spit fall onto his bulge, taking your index finger and smearing it into the cloth below. jisung's hands latched onto your waist, grabbing onto you for dear life as his head fell back onto the pillows in bliss, his lips parting slightly and his brows knitting together in concentration. it didn’t tak long before he relaxed into your touch, his hips rising up to meet your hand, still focused on coaxing an orgasm from his core. you added your other hand, sitting up cross-legged to help you focus more. one hand crept higher up at the waistband of jisung's boxers, rubbing his sopping cock head, while the other massaged the base of his shaft, occasionally brushing against his heavy balls that quickly became full with his cum, waiting for the chance to spill out, which always, always, earned a groan out of him.

"please don't stop, i'm so close— fuck!" jisung whined, filling his tight, constricting boxers with what seemed like a good few mouthfuls of cum, generously sticking between his skin and the — now soaked — cloth material. you hummed encouragingly, continuing to touch him softly, causing his sensitive cock trembled with each stroke after his release, eliciting adorably content groans from his pink, glossy lips. jisung's hand caught your wrist, "you did so well for me, angel. but now it's your turn." he smiled, caressing your face affectionately, leaving a warm kiss to your temple. you shook your head, "you don't have to, i'm okay, really." jisung cocked an eyebrow at you, "what made you think that was a suggestion?" your eyes widened in realisation. "are.. are you sure?" you were quieter, meeker, almost. he chuckled dryly, "aren't i always? stay there." he motioned to where you were, not even giving you the authority to argue it anymore.

within the blink of an eye, he was ripping the blankets from you, forcing your knees apart and settling ever so comfortably between your legs. you squirmed, excitement getting the better of you. jisung's hands wrapped around both of your legs, trailing open mouthed kisses and the occasional nibble onto your skin all over your inner thighs. oral was always one of his favourites, and he excelled at it like no-one you've ever heard of, let alone been with. you quickly relaxed into jisung's touch, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you eagerly. "yeah, just like that, angel. just relax, yeah? i've got you," he mumbled into your skin, in between his feverishly arousing kisses. you nodded compliantly, hooking your legs around him in an attempt to bring him closer, feeling yourself get noticeably wetter the longer jisung ignored your sex and opted to worship the inches of skin around it.

hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, dragging it down your damp thighs eagerly, but never forgetting to plant kisses onto your body, pouring out his love for you from his mouth onto your very being. jisung hummed pleasantly at the sight of your wet cunt, shiny and sticky with arousal. "you're already so wet for me," he noted, sparing a kiss to the side of your thigh, "fuck, you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen." he inched closer to you, the tip of his nose a hair's breadth away from bumping into your swelling clit, and he slowly pressed a kiss into the middle of your slit, his colder lips colliding with your aroused, burning heat. you squealed, your hands instantaneously finding purchase in jisung's dark hair, tugging on the strands as if you could suddenly control his actions through it. he chuckled into your cunt, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you felt his grin against you. "i've got you, don't worry, angel."

you felt his hard biceps against your thighs, effectively caging you between him. his eyes never left your slit, entirely observing how you reacted to his advances as if he hasn't been in the exact same situation for what felt like a thousand times. jisung was always eager. he was eager to learn, and be pleased, and most of all he was eager to please. who were you to deny him of that? he buried his head into your cunt, properly investing in making you orgasm now that he's had his fun. his hands absentmindedly stroked your skin, hiking up your thighs and sliding around the curve of your waist and the valley between your tits. you shuddered as you felt his lips pucker around your swollen clit, dousing it in his heavy drool and letting any excess sink further down your slit and pool around your entrance. your hole unconsciously contracted around thin air, desperate to be stuffed full of jisung's hard — and now sticky — cock. he must have felt it clench, as he used his index and middle fingers to spread your cunt apart until he was starting to stretch open your entrance, and deposited his spit into your waiting hole, mixing with your heavy slick to create a murky, white tinted concoction of your shared fluids.

a long, dragged out relaxed moan escaped your throat and past your lips, your eyes closing as you fully submitted to han jisung and his disgustingly intoxicating touch. he groaned into your cunt, "you make the prettiest sounds, baby. love it when you're loud like this," he cooed, pressing his lips into your dripping sex once more, making your skin flush, your body yearn for iim and your mind fall blank. jisung's high-bridged, perfectly kissable nose pokes and prods your folds as he continues to mark every inch of your sex with his spit, his tongue being his paintbrush, dipping and sliding against your swollen clit. though he utilities his tongue the most, his glossy pink lips are brutal; paired deadly, perfectly to elicit the most lewd noises from you. the flat of his tongue lapped up your arousal, greedily sucking every last drop that your body could give. the tip of his adorable nose nudged against your throbbing clit every time you writhed against his built frame. it never faltered to make your legs tense wildly, giving jisung the cruel idea to shove his wet, blazingly hot tongue into every inch of your sex you could offer.

you exhaled shakily, accompanied by the many praises and whimpers that left your lips. jisung hummed smugly between your thighs, the hungrily carnal glint in his onyx eyes never faded. he was captivated by your reactions, aiming to draw out every single noise your delectable body could make. the sound of your wetness rolled off the walls, juices squelching filthily between you and him. he could feel your legs trembling against either side of his body, grinning triumphantly at your reactions. his cheeks were slightly flushed, his chest rising and falling hastily as he clearly neglected his need for oxygen between your legs. the texture of his veiny, calloused and calculated hands felt so perfectly good against your colder skin, as he all but pulled you barbarically closer to him. lust sizzled in your gut, so powerfully mind bending that you can't help but roll your hips deviously onto jisung's talented mouth, no matter how embarrassing it might be when you're back into the right frame of mind and he decides he's in a teasing mood.

jisung started grinding his hips against the bed, desperate to have his own (second) orgasm, your moans ticking every box in turning him on, urging him to helplessly fuck into the sheets below him, his boxers acting as a cruel barrier between him, further depraving him of sensation. jisung chuckles fondly when your back arches in desperation, how you cry out his name beautifully from your parted lips, how your fingers tug and swirl around his dark, sombre hair in a frenzy, clinging onto him as if you were being forced apart, clinging onto him as if the room was spinning and he was you anchor. as you've never hesitated from clinging to him like he's your lifeline. how jisung's perfectly carved jaw isn't tired, you don't know. his plump lips kiss your folds, suckling every area you have to offer. he latches onto your clit, pressing into every part of your slicked arousal, never ceasing his attack.

your thighs burn, your skin is coated in an excited sheen of sweat. your socked heels scatter around jisung's toned back, easily sliding up and down his bare skin. one of your hands fall to his bicep, your fingers desperately digging into the bronzed, tanned skin of his muscle in an attempt to ground yourself. your hips rocked into jisung's searing hot mouth, rutting into as much of him as possible as your high quickly approached, your body working on pure instinct as you chased the electrifying touch of han jisung. your body shuddered in bliss, arching into his touch as you let out a desirous cry. he watched you, "such a good girl for me, that's it, let me hear you, baby," he encouraged you, beaming with pride as you collapsed into the bed, frantically trying to come back down to earth. jisung, meanwhile, happily laps up your come, attentively licking up whatever spilled out from you, effectively cleaning you. he — reluctantly — and eventually parted ways from your cunt, and he pants, catching his breath. his head tipped high into the air, neck on full display. with every gulp of however much of your cum was left over in his mouth made his throat tighten; his heart-shaped adam's apple dipping further down periodically as he swallowed.

once he caught his breath and his mouth was empty, he laid beside you and tenderly stroked the back of your head, smoothing out any knots or frizz that you might have accumulated from writhing around on the pillows. "you did so well for me, my love," he kissed your hair, "just relax, okay?" he soothed you, once he realised your heartbeat wasn't entirely back to normal and your breathing was erratic. you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and nodding.

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callsign-rogueone · 2 months

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braids - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader (duchess!) ✉️: Duchess has her hair in traditional braids right? Do u think Bren would learn how to braid her hair? And do it on days that she's tired or exhausted. Or maybe he would help her get the braids out of her hair at night. words: ~1k 🏷: no book spoilers, no triggers. just my response to the above and my thoughts about Bren, Duchess, and her hair. I promise there’s sweet headcanons under all my rambling about how I picture her braids. and I tried to make this as inclusive as possible and discuss multiple hair types, but I’m not very knowledgeable about that so I apologize if something is wrong!

The short answer: yes, absolutely. Brennan is a caretaker and protector first and foremost. It’s why he became a mender; he’s the eldest of the family, takes responsibility for younger siblings, and he’s just that kind of guy. He’d take incredibly good care of you as his partner, and that extends to every aspect of your life, especially your daily routines and self care.

The (very) long answer: I’ve purposely left descriptions of her hair as “intricate traditional braids” both as a nod to the Tyrrish knots that Xaden has Violet learn in the books, and for inclusivity, because I think that description can apply to anyone. The exact styles, the care required, and the length of time that she would wear them (doing them up on a daily basis, or leaving them in for weeks/months) depends on her hair type, so I’ve been leaving it up for interpretation because I want to cater to everyone. But I think that regardless, Bren would absolutely be willing and eager to learn how to help you with it.

I’ve never watched Game of Thrones, but I’ve seen pictures and clips of Daenerys, and she was a major inspiration for Duchess -- powerful woman of noble status who commands (or in Duchess’s case, speaks for) a riot of dragons, shows femininity through her dress and hair, but isn’t afraid to fuck someone up if they wrong her or her family.

So I’d imagine something like her character wears, but a bit more practical for fighting and training (maybe ending in one braid going down her back instead of having a half-up, half-down thing). Some examples I found on pinterest:

Another thing I’ve been imagining is several tiny silver charms / clips woven into the braids, decorated with runes (this will come into play later on in their story 👀) like these.

Now for the headcanons:

As we saw in allies, Bren recognized the braids as something of traditional importance, and it was one of the things that drew him to her. He loves and admires her dedication to her culture, and he also thinks they're absolutely gorgeous -- the girl looked him in the eye and said his name and he folded. Man was smitten from day one.

He loves seeing you with them or without them: the first time he saw you with your hair down, completely out of the braids and messy, loose, it changed his brain chemistry forever (it didn’t help that you were half-dressed at the time, as well, but I digress)

I didn’t want to get too into deep this, because I do have a scene like this sketched out already, but I’m a weak weak woman so I’ll give it to you anyway:

One of the first few times y’all ~spent the night~, he was entranced watching you fix up your hair in the morning, at the ease and speed with which you redid the sections that had come undone / smoothed everything out, put the clips back in, and got it ready for the day.

He would have offered to help if he wasn’t so shy about it (still in disbelief that this actually happened, and she’s still here), and if you didn’t seem so capable yourself; after all, you’ve been doing this on your own for years now.

Braiding behind your own head takes some considerable upper body strength, so if your back or arms are injured, he won’t hesitate to help out, because he knows it’s important to you and he wants to help, wants to be close to you, and even after he mended you, he still doesn’t want you straining yourself.

You’re a little skeptical at first, but you quickly realize he knows what he’s doing. Think about it: this man is the older brother of two sisters, with parents who worked long hours at high-stress jobs. He absolutely knows how to properly detangle and brush (starting at the ends, being gentle with it) and can do basic braids, etc.

He’ll stand behind you and help you take them down, incredibly careful not to pull too hard. When they’re all out, he’ll work his fingertips into your scalp ever so gently, noting the way you sigh in relief. Gives the back of your neck some attention, too. Those hands… sorry, where were we?

He’ll also help you do them up again -- they may not be as fancy or as pristine as if you did it yourself, but they’re pretty good. He’s bashful about it as you look over your shoulder in the mirror to examine his work, but he practically glows when you thank him and tell him he did well.

He keeps a few of your hair bands in the pockets of his flight jacket in case one breaks. Not embarrassed to wear one around his wrist, either -- his hair isn’t long enough to use it himself, so it’s a clear sign that he’s holding it for someone else, that he’s spoken for.

I talked about this the other week in some Garrick headcanons I did, but I’m gonna say it again: hair washing.

It would take a while for y'all to get to a point where you can shower together because you're both shy nervous bbs for a while, who can’t hold hands without bursting into flames (no pun intended) but like, after you're married, for sure.

He really gets in there, gets all the dirt and blood out, washes the day off and leaves you nice and clean and relaxed. He does not miss a single spot. Helps you condition, rinse, and dry it after, too. Full service, complete with forehead kisses.

Another thought that I won’t get too far into, and am leaving as a strict hypothetical: IF you were to have a daughter, and IF she wanted to wear her hair like her mama does, Brennan would 100% be on the job. The Duke Consort of Lindell and the Colonel of the Tyrrish army has years of experience brushing and braiding and detangling, and he takes incredibly good care of his girls. They’re gonna be looking fresh at all times.

#brennan and duchess #brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #mine

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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hi fern!! for blurb night could i get "don't say that, i love every minute spent with you" with remus lupin?? <33

remus lupin—late night talking.

summary: remus loves hearing you talk. -> i misread to prompt as ‘spend’ instead of ‘spent’ i’m so sorry but i hope u still like it <3

word count: 0.2k

fanfic no. 023

you’d done it again, talked and talked without letting remus get a word in edgeways. but it was so easy to get lost in your thoughts, running after them as fast as you could, for you needed the utmost speed to seize them before they were whisked away by another idea.

you’d noticed remus staring at you, his arms folded across his stomach as he leaned against a wall in the astronomy tower. he hadn’t talked in a while, and that was usually a good indication you’d monopolised the conversation.

“sorry,” you mumbled, silencing yourself.

“what? why’d you stop?” remus pushed himself forward, reaching out to touch your cheek.

you shied away, embarrassed enough. “i know i talk a lot. you just have to say, you know. can’t be very fun for you just listening to me ramble on all the time,” you forced a small laugh.

“don’t say that, i love every minute i spend with you,” he replied earnestly, shuffling closer to you. “look at me,” he demanded softly, taking your face in his hands. “i love listening to you talk, it calms me.”

his hands were warm, pooling heat into your cheeks where his palms rested.

“really? i’m not annoying you?”

“never,” he shook his head. “now, please carry on,” he urged, taking hold of your hand as he situated himself again.

he kept hold of your hand all the while, tracing his thumb over your skin, reassuring you every second.

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tilvcei · 1 year

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hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

#black reader #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream vi x reader

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sara-wishes · 11 months

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And July. - 민기 - profiles 2 ☘️

☘️ Mingi x Female!Idol!Reader

☘️ And July. masterlist

☘️ now listening to: And July by HEIZE and DEAN

☘️ summary: When on her 4th comeback's backstage Y/N is unwillingly reunited with her brother, suddenly 8 boys are swept into her and her group mates' lifes. A tall boy in particular has taken a liking to Y/N and apparently, maybe... she feels the same?

❀ ATEEZ:

KQ Entertainment's new boy group. Recently debuted and currently on promotions. Although from a small company, the talented members of the group bring an unmatchable passion and skill to their music and performance. ATEEZ's members include: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung and Choi Jongho. Their group includes lore and their overall concept is focused on a 'pirate' theme.

❀ Song Mingi:

ATEEZ's main rapper and main dancer. He also helps produce all of the group's songs along other producers. Extroverted but akward, is secretly (not so much) a weeb. The lastest target of all his anime ramblings has been Wooyoung. Is platonically in love with Yunho. Deserving of all the love in the world.

❀ Kim Hongjoong:

ATEEZ's Captain, main rapper, vocalist, composer and center. Also produces all of their songs. Incredibly talented and hard working, he spends most of his time in the studio. Kind of a tired father of seven, he tries his best to manage the bundle (kinda). Introverted but social.

❀ Park Seonghwa:

ATEEZ's lead dancer, vocalist, rapper and visual. Acts as the second parent of the group (he's the mother), but sometimes he also joins the fun chaos. Loves all things cute, but can come off as a bit edgy or emo at first. Helps Hongjoong restore the quiet in the dorm (kinda).

❀ Jeong Yunho:

ATEEZ's main dancer and vocalist. Really goofy and chaotic, but supportive with everyone. He is a loyal friend that always notices if someone is not feeling their best. Giant golden retriever, he flirts with Mingi and with just about all the boys.

❀ Kang Yeosang:

ATEEZ's lead dancer, vocalist and visual. With and angelic appearence and a heart of gold, he is loved by all of the group. Idolised, even. Regardless, he can act savage, and most of the times finds himself being witty and sarcastic despite the fact he is the most oblivious. Wooyoung's and Y/N's childhood friend. True problem child.

❀ Choi San:

ATEEZ's lead vocalist and main dancer. Loves Wooyoung madly and worships Yeosang. Due to being around Wooyoung so much, he tends to get caught up in his mischievous plots. He actually is a nice 'kid' and only brings problems to the group with his hyperactivity. His intentions are always pure.

❀ Jung Wooyoung:

ATEEZ's main dancer, vocalist and visual. Y/N's brother, he was forced to let go of all contact with her, after she left home due to their parents' behavior. Has tried to fullfil the promise they made to achieve their dreams since then, and he has finally managed to debut. Devil in disguise but under all that mischievousness, there's an angel searching for his sister.

❀ Choi Jongho:

ATEEZ's main vocalist and maknae. He is an old man in the skin of a 20 y.o. Acts like he is the oldest- he is the youngest. Really strong and muscled, likes going to the gym for his solo time. Would do anything for his found family. Introverted but hilarious, dad jokes are his strong point.

!disclaimer!: this is a work of fiction, in no way does this represent the actual members of ateez or the other idols portrayed in this story.

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#mingi x reader #ateez smau #mingi smau #ateez fanfic #fanfic #fluff #kpop fanfic #ateez imagines #song mingi #mingi ateez #reader x mingi #song mingi x reader

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Fei Hargreeves dating an ornithologist (someone who studies birds)

A/N: I was just thinking about how cute it would be for Fei to date someone who's super passionate about birds and this is what I came up with :]

Warnings: some swearing

Fei first met you one day when she was out at the park for a stroll

Some of her birds had approached you where you were sitting on a bench throwing breadcrumbs

You noticed they were different from the other birds who usually came to the park, so you offered them some of the shiny knickknacks you carried with you for situations just like this as a peace offering

By this point, the crows were intrigued by you, and Fei was as well

She decided to walk over to you and introduce herself

You knew who she was, obviously; I mean, who doesn't know about the aweshocking members of the Sparrow Academy?

When you told her you were an ornithologist, she was thrilled

She found it intriguing that you were so passionate about studying birds and their habitats you decided to make it your profession

Fei decided to ask you out, right then and there, to which you said yes

She could listen to you talk for hours about birds and their habitats

"Now, the interesting things about crows is-"

Most people don't like it when you ramble on and on, but she does. She thinks it's cute you're passionate about something, especially on a topic that hits so close to home and resonates with her so deeply

You enjoy helping her crows find things they can use for their nest, including pebbles, shiny objects, etc.

Often times you'll lose your keys, only to find one of the birds took them to their nest to use as decoration. You're certain that's what happened to the key you gave Fei to your place

Her birds are very protective over you. If they notice there's someone who's making you uncomfortable or appears to be a threat to you in any way, they will not hesitate to attack, beaks open and talons flying as they go in for the kill

If you're any kind of professor or you work at someplace like a college Fei will often sneak into your classes and sit near the back of the room just so she can listen to your lectures

She does this so much at this point she has a designated seat reserved specifically for her, and if she can't make it for some reason then it's because either a) she had some Sparrow Academy shit she needed to do and told you beforehand, or b) something happened to her because she will make it to your lectures, even if she has to rise out of the grave to do it people who have seen s3 will see the irony in this statement

There have been times where she's walked in on you using her birds to put on a fashion show, complete with little hats and everything. She learns not to question it at this point

If there are ever times where she can't find some of her birds for whatever reason, she doesn't worry too much. She knows that they're most likely safe with you, and that you're taking good care of them <3

Main masterlist | The Umbrella Academy masterlist | wanna be added to my taglist?

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happenstobehere · 2 years

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sometimes a friend group is two people who sleep at random times and one person who waits for them to be awake

#ryn's rambling #raine🪐🏷#blaine🐝🏷#inspired by the nap i’m about to take

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lxffy · 2 years

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may i please rq for a reader who has a crush on luffy and tries to impress him a lot?? like they try making flashy attack moves to impress him, try to make food a lot for him, listens to all his stories v closely, etc etc... !!! i'll leave the ending up to u but fluff only pls :DD if u could write it thank uuuuu you deserve a cookie <333

❦ affection attack !

pairing: luffy x gn!reader

notes: fluff, fluff, fluff, mutual pining; i REALLY apologize for taking so long to get this out, esp bc it isn’t as long, i have no excuses :(( my motivation to write ff rn is low (▔＾▔)

some may wonder what caused your little crush on luffy, and others may wonder why you try so hard to impress him. it’s a secret only you know…

— impressing him relentlessly

you’ve always liked luffy since the day you’ve met him, but you don’t know when the urge to appeal to him with everything you do started. of course, it started off small with things like actively looking for a supply of food in a forest you guys entered or listening to him intently when he talked.

it soon changed over to more noticeable things, like cooking for him if sanji wasn’t around (even when he was because you were eager) or asking him what he thinks about your new attacks. you let him know your ideas and opinions because you lived for his praise, something that always lit a fire in you.

— luffy’s response

every time you made an effort to impress luffy, he got really excited. at first, it was innocent. you were a new crew member and he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable, so indulged in you as much as he could.

he always praised you when you found hella food on an island and subtly noticed when you listened to him when he talked! everyone’s always listening to luffy, but something in him wanted to make sure you were listening to what he has to say as well!

and when you started cooking for him, he was delighted to try whatever you made! being the glutton he is, he is always eager to eat especially when it’s made by someone he truly trusts! sure, he questioned why you were the one making the food a few times, but it didn’t matter! he ate it up either way!

don’t get me started on seeing your new attacks. he always said something along the lines of:

“y/n, that’s amazing!”

“i wonder if i could try that!”

be careful though, he might bring the crew over so they can see how amazing you are too!

and he always listened to what you had to say. whether you were rambling about something, telling him about an idea you had, or simply letting him know about something that happened recently, he listened! or maybe he just couldn’t help but focus on how happy you looked talking about these things…

soon, it became a need to ask about you or your whereabouts, so if you were around, luffy would find out where you were. when he does find you, he’s spending a lot of his time with you and always asking what you’re up to!

— subtle confession

it was obvious to the entire crew how much you liked luffy, but none of them knew if luffy realized how much effort you put into everything you do.

“i wonder if luffy noticed how much y/n tries to impress him.”

luffy overheard nami.

“hmm, i already like y/n a lot, so i don’t understand why they try so hard!”

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taglist is in my pinned post !

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #one piece fics

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shoichee · 2 years

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Paradox

[Kise x f!Reader]

Chapter 1-2 can be found here!

Chapters 3-4

Word Count:

Part 3: 3740 | Part 4: 2913

soulmate!au, enemies to lovers!au, manga!kise, cursing!kise to bits, LONG SERIES FIC

Hana is the name I decided to give to the brunette who flirted with Haizaki in s3

Synopsis: Kise despises people like you more than anyone else, the type of people who are shallow, coquettish, and so high-strung on acquiring a soulmate more than anyone else. Nothing good ever comes out of someone who hangs out with the brunette girl along with Haizaki.

You despise two-faced people like him... that's what you like to tell yourself. After all, you're only honest about what you want with people, and if it can help you get a soulmate faster... Where's the crime in that? High-and-mighty people like Kise who didn't believe in soulmates were pretentious, and he was no exception. And you'll do whatever it takes to get what you want, even if it means throwing away your heart in the process, because happiness will come to you once you're with your soulmate... you just know it.

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Chapter 3, Kise’s POV

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“Wh-Wh-Wh-What?!” Kasamatsu sputters, with the brightest crimson on his cheeks. You only give a lopsided smile at his reaction, but your eyes show that you weren’t joking in the slightest. “Wh-What the hell?!”

Moriyama only bemoans the development, arm slung over his face in such a dramatic way that Kise completely ignores him to focus on the back of your head.

Is she fucking serious? There’s no way…

“Yet another cute girl escapes from me—my soulmate is still out there waiting for me to rescue her…!” Moriyama cries out, though still, no one bothered to heed his words at all. “Surely, you must have mistaken our captain for me? I sense a connection between us!”

You merely turn to Moriyama before you smile that uncanny grin. “Sorry, sorry! I think Kasamatsu-senpai is the one, though!”

Ouch. Kise looks to see Moriyama absolutely heartbroken from your words. She definitely pulls some punches of her own.

Kasamatsu, frozen this entire time, barely recovers with a cough. “... H-Have we met before?”

You laugh, mirth seeping into the sound as Kasamatsu turns redder, clearly affected by your reaction to his dumbfounded question. “Well, it’s fine if you don’t remember me, but last week, we briefly talked… And, I accidentally bumped into you when I tried leaving in a rush!” You stop dramatically, holding your finger up for effect. Clearly, Hayakawa was buying your theatrics. Kise rolls his eyes. “Then you made the effort to run all the way to me, tapped my shoulder, then shyly gave back my notes. And like, that’s totally unlike the you from your matches! And I thought… ‘oh my gosh, I think he might fulfill my requirements from my soulmate letter!’ So the next week came, and here we are! I was hoping to find you guys at practice… lucky me!”

Kise stops listening to you halfway to pick up a ball across the court. Everyone else remains stuck in their spot, as if you had somehow forced them under a spell to listen to you ramble.

“Uh… yeah…” Kasamatsu clears his throat, before he whips his head around to shout at everyone around you two. “Well, what are you guys waiting around for?! Unless you really want me to kick your ass, then get moving!” Instantly, everyone scrambles to do something and to look busy, but every now and then, they steal a few glances while the captain’s attention is on you.

“Look…” he turns back to face you, voice instantly turning into more of a mumble once more. “W-What’s your name…?”

You beam at him. Kasamatsu bursts into a flurry of nervous coughs again at the sight.

“I’m (l/n) (y/n), ehe!~ ♪ It’s nice to meet you!”

Shut the hell up already, Kise groans in his mind. He dribbles faster to block your presence out, racing down the court to deliver a punishing dunk and letting the rim go with a rattle. How much can one person talk this much anyways? Kasamatsu-senpai, you’d kick me in the face right now if I did the exact same thing… you go way too easy on girls. He stops to look up in thought after the ball bounces unceremoniously away. Then again, I guess I go too easy on them too.

“R-Right.” Kasamatsu clears his throat. “So…” He averts his gaze, thick brows furrowed. “C-Could you… just… Could you wait here until we’re… done, so—”

“Sure thing!” You lean forward to catch his gaze, but Kasamatsu shrinks even further at your forward gesture. You even make the effort to pout at him, reducing Kasamatsu to nothing but a puddle. Kise turns to look at his captain, before he sighs.

Kasamatsu-senpai might need a bit of help here…

“Hey,” Kise briskly jogs over to the two of you, putting on a friendly smile to ease any tension. “Sorry about him. He’s not really used to this type of thing. Can you ease up on him?”

“You—!” Kasamatsu does a 180, ready to whoop Kise into oblivion, but you speak up before he grabs for him.

“Oops! Sorry, sorry! I’ll sit right over here… Don’t mind me! I won’t disturb any of you guys.” And you do exactly that, sitting on the raised platform of the stage overseeing the gym, dangling your legs and crossing them primly with your hands on your lap. You still had the same huge closed-mouth grin on you, though.

Her smile is… so weird.

Kise merely raises a brow, trying to get a good read on you. Something about you irritates him, and he knows plenty of reasons why. But before he can list them out in his head, Kasamatsu interrupts his thought process as he kicks him to get back on the court.

“O-O-Ow!! Kasamatsu-senpai?!”

“If you have time to ogle at someone, then you sure as hell have more than enough time to do eight laps around this perimeter!”

Kise glares at his captain. “I wasn’t ogling!!—erk—okay, okay! I got it, I’m running…!”

———

You sit there patiently, watching everyone nearly barf their lungs out from the drills and practice one-on-ones, but your expression hasn't changed for the most part. Kise can’t help but glance at you every so often. He can’t help it—not when you’re eyeing every single person on the court with scrutiny that doesn’t really suit your facial features. Worst part is, you keep your body near immobile, and you don’t blink much either. It’s off-putting—especially when only your pupils trail after Kasamatsu for extended periods at a time… It’s that unsettling and invasive, the way your gaze has that knowing, expecting glint to it. He looks around to see everyone doing the same thing he was, and hopefully, thinking the same sentiments.

So it’s not just me that feels off about her.

Still, he can tell that everyone’s trying to be polite and disregard you as much as they can, trying to ignore the fact that you’re a distraction. It’s probably because the Kaijo team has never had a girl like this up close to them.

But finally, grueling practice thankfully ends with no real casualties from Kasamatsu’s discipline, and everyone wearily begins to move to refresh, change, and pack up.

Of course, Kasamatsu immediately goes to check up on you even despite his obvious embarrassment. Even through great reluctance, his pride of having great responsibility overrides that hesitancy. While Kasamatsu stumbles over his words, Kise continues to stare at you suspiciously.

… What’s her plan here?

You were clearly friends with that girl from Teiko and somehow even on friendly terms with Haizaki. This can’t be good, not with you showing up out of nowhere and declaring such a bold statement to someone like Kasamatsu… and Kise had plenty of experience with girls who've done that to him… like that girl—Hana, was it?… who just happened to be past friends with you. Which makes a full circle. Who knows what you want from his captain?

It’s troublesome to go out of his way and interfere, but seeing Kasamatsu tripping over by being just in your presence… there’s no other answer than to figure you out and warn his captain of your true intentions. As he sorts out his next plan of action, he watches you give a coy smile and then even giggle when you see Kasamatsu’s reaction. His gaze sharpens.

The captain says something to you despite his shy stupor, and you reply something cheekily. Kise squints his eyes and strains his ears to try to eavesdrop in some way, but he sighs after a few seconds, deeming the effort fruitless. So he opts to wait outside the gym, leaning against the wall next to the door. While he waits, he ignores his teammates exiting the gym, too busy wracking his mind in trying to recall anything he knows of you back in Teiko. Luckily for him, it’s dark enough outside for him to be hidden in plain sight from unsuspecting people. Unfortunately, Kise was never someone into gossip or rumors (rightfully so), so any information in his brain about you is nearly nonexistent. He groans into his hands at the realization.

“Well, well! Look what we have here!” Your bright voice cuts through the still of the night, even louder than the incessant cicadas. He jolts, his face suddenly rising from his hands to stare at you. Has he been mulling over this for that long? How did you manage to spot him? Though, granted… he was standing near the door. He looks behind you to see that you’re the only one left; it looks like even Kasamatsu went home on his own.

You shoot him what he assumes a concerned look and walk to him, but he only gives you a raised brow, still debating whether or not to put on a cheerful front to dissuade you. But before he can stand up completely straight to face you, you suddenly jump to his side and sling your arm over his neck to further bring him down to your height.

“Ehhhh? Now what seems to trouble you?” you muse, giving a little laugh. “Kise-kun, right? I remember you. Quite a reputation you’ve got for yourself all these years, huh?” He immediately glares at your face—unbelievably close to his, by the way—and roughly shakes himself from your grasp to step away from you. He gives you a pointed look, that arrogant aura he’s so acquainted with using for people he knows doesn’t deserve his respect.

“What’s your deal?”

You only blink at his question and tilt your head, crossing your arms to mull over his words. He doesn’t know if you’re doing this to mock him or if you’re that slow.

“My deal?” you inquire. “Eh… well, I guess I like communicating with people so openly. Oh—oops, that’s a scary look on you! My bad, my bad! I won’t throw an arm over you anymore—”

He gives a frustrated quick huff, deciding to get to the point. “What are you planning to do with Kasamatsu-senpai? You think just ‘cause you’re a girl, you can push people around like this? You don’t just go up to anyone and declare that they’re your soulmate or whatever.”

“Ohhhh. You’re concerned about your captain, aren’t you?” You smile at him, but Kise doesn’t like the implications of your “epiphany.” Did you just completely ignore what he said?

Yeah, I’m more concerned about the shit YOU might pull on him, rather than Kasamatsu-senpai himself. But he keeps that thought to himself. Saying that to you may cause you to get the further wrong idea. Besides, he supposes there’s some merit to your words… he does care for his captain, even if what Kasamatsu does is his own business.

“Whatever you’re doing…” Kise says, trailing off to watch your face. “You better not plan anything fucked up, or I’ll be there to pay it back tenfold before you know it. Better watch yourself.”

“My gosh!” you gape comically at him. “Are you really threatening a girl? Honestly, you’re such a brute! I haven’t done a single thing, and you’re getting on my case…” Even despite your words, your facial expressions remain quite placid, though Kise can see a slight furrow of your brows to show that his warning actually does hold some water.

Kise only rolls his eyes as he decides to walk past you. “Look, whatever Kasamatsu-senpai does is none of my concern, but you…” He turns around to briefly face you. “People like you who like to take advantage of the idea of soulmates to manipulate others like that—I don’t like your kind. You might’ve fooled the entire team, but I know who you really are.”

You finally give a real reaction, jumping at the spot and staring at him with genuine widened eyes of surprise. There it is, he thinks. But he puts his guard back up when he sees your next move. You give a crooked grin and that irritating titter that sounds unbelievably ingenuine.

“The ‘idea of soulmates,’ you say…” you repeat what he said, sounding almost offended somehow. “You say that as if it’s not a real thing in our lives. Like it’s just some concept.”

“Don’t twist my words,” he says evenly. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply. “You’re, like, so weird, Kise-kun. I just want to look for my soulmate… that’s not malicious in intent at all, is it?”

“You don’t need a soulmate to do what you want,” he coolly counters. “Ever thought about that?”

You give him an unreadable look before morphing your features into an exasperated smile. “Haha! Sounds like someone’s a miserable man! Cheer up, Kise-kun! Surely, someone as well-loved as you can find anyone with your preferences to take as your soulmate~ The rest of us normal folks actually have to try to look for ours. Woe is me, especially!”

Kise hardens his glare at you, clearly having a nerve touched by your words. You’re the umpteenth person out there constantly telling it to his face how his search for a soulmate is as easy as he breathes air. Easy? Yeah fucking right. You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?

“I’ll have you know that I don’t care for the soulmate shit. Don’t impose your values on me.”

“Well, then…” You lean forward with your arms crossed, giving him a wink. He scowls. “Don’t ‘impose your values’ onto me either. You’re just as suffocating as the people you look down on, you know.”

You then turn around, back to him but your face is still turned to the side to face Kise to stick out your tongue almost provocatively, as if to piss him off on purpose. And it’s working. “How about you keep your nose out of this? Honestly, people like you who act like they’re better and more righteous than everyone else are the worst.” You finally turn around completely to depart in the opposite direction of Kise, as if you had the final say.

He stands there to watch your back (oh, he’s boring holes into your back) as you skip away, not in the least reassured that you’d refrain from trying anything starting tomorrow. Especially from how you responded to him.

You’re even worse than that Hana chick.

———

“Kasamatsu-senpai…” Kise calls out, looking over to see Kasamatsu in deep thought. Another day, another practice, he would have thought, but immediately walking into the gym today, Kasamatsu isn’t at his usual spot of critically eyeing his teammates before practice. In fact… he’s distracted by a creased piece of paper. “... Don’t tell me that’s…”

“Huh? Oh, it’s just you.” The Kaijo captain flits his eyes from the paper to look at the 1st year before he goes back to concentrating on whatever’s written on the sheet. His thick brows knit together as he goes over the same line over and over, judging by how his pupils were moving back and forth. Kise cautiously walks to his side to try to get a peek… and every other team starter coincidentally has the same idea.

Kasamatsu doesn’t even bother to kick them off to practice, and everyone looks at each other with immense concern and confusion before Kobori is the one to call out his oddities. “Captain, is there something wrong? You’ve been a bit too quiet. You’re unnerving the team a little.”

“Yeah…” was all he absentmindedly said, and Kise shared a knowing look with his upperclassmen. Is it that bad…? Kise flanks on Kasamatsu’s right while Moriyama settles himself on the left, both peering over his shoulders to read the letter as fast as they humanly can:

Addressed to Kasamatsu Yukio:

Your soulmate has been to places you’ve never been before, yet you two will meet for the second time in a place they’d never normally wouldn’t be in. You will ironically meet them the first time in an ordinary commonplace where people utilize to travel about. The place is never a means to the end of a destination and is always bustling with eager activity of all kinds. You will accidentally encounter someone that is completely unlike you among a particularly busy crowd. The floors will be cold and gray, and the walls will be modern. It is long vertically but does not have much depth widthwise. Many doors are located in these types of places as a must. Your fated location, in particular, has many windows and plenty of sunlight shining in with ample ventilation. You do not—should not—think much of this location, like anyone else normally does not. Do not try hard to look for them, or you will certainly miss your first encounter with them. This location is not at the ground floor.

Kise only gets through half a page before Kasamatsu breaks through his stupor, doing an insanely quick prep before he lands a shoe on his cheek.

“K-K-Kasamatsu-senpai?!”

“Idiot! Who said you can snoop around?!”

“What?!” Kise rubs his cheek sullenly before he points an accusatory finger at the other team starters. “They were looking too!! How’s that fair?!”

But when Kasamatsu menacingly spares a glance at where Kise was pointing, the rest of the players already had the keen idea of feigning warming up, putting themselves a fair distance from the captain to avoid retributions. Kise merely balks at the turn of events.

You guys… You guys are so mean…!!

———

After many hours of kicks and spartan orders, Kise somehow finds himself trapped between Hayakawa and Moriyama when he starts heading for home. How do these things always happen to me? He inwardly groans, but truthfully, it’s not so bad with them… you just… need to get used to their quirks. VERY strange quirks. And Kise thinks he’s somewhat grown used to them. Somewhat.

“What was up with that ®ette(l)!?” Hayakawa exclaims, damn near shouting into his own eardrums even if he wasn’t trying. He never needs to try anyways. Kise winces at the sudden volume, putting his fingers into his ear holes to help alleviate the burst of pain. “The captain… he was acting ve(l)y st(l)ange, wasn’t he?!”

“Hayakawa-senpai… you’re a bit… too loud.”

Always too loud.

Moriyama answers the question as if Kise never spoke up to begin with. “Our captain was merely experiencing the awakening of the ultimate blessing… unforgettable romance!! Oh when will it be my turn…!”

And here, Kise thought he was the dramatic one. He merely gives an awkward, polite smile at the woe of his senior. “Though, Moriyama-senpai, the content of the letter was very simple and to the point… It’s not something to freak out over, anyways.” He shrugs with a heavy sigh. “Is it really that bad for Kasamatsu-senpai?”

“... We shou(r)d encou(l)age him to do his best!”

Unsurprisingly, both Kise and Moriyama squint at the offensive rebounder to decipher his words. There’s a moment of uncomfortable silence while the trio walks down the smooth concrete, dappled by the sunset rays filtered through the trees in the neighborhood. As if on cue, gentle wind tousles through their hair strands to emphasize the unnatural… silence? Lack of response? Kise opens his mouth.

“... Anyways. We should mind our own business. It’s his to deal with, you know?”

“I agree!” Moriyama nods aggressively, holding his chin with his forefingers in a “thoughtful” way. “This is the only way Kasamatsu can truly become a man and lead the rest of us! Then, we can utilize his newfound experience to help us all get a cute date… yes, yes… It’s truly a win-win situation!”

“... Right, Moriyama-senpai. Exactly what I said…”

———

Kise knows that he said to mind his own business… regarding Kasamatu and life in general. Definitely more of the latter than anything else.

But what the hell is going on?

Another day, another lifetime of mental toil arrives as he deftly avoids mobs of heads bobbing around him, his mind blurring voices of nauseating adoration as a form of his psyche’s first line of defense to protect the remnants of his sanity. He yawns, faintly registering more shrieks of devotion at the mundane action as he steps past Kaijo’s gates to face another army thrown at him—who, no doubt, were all at his beck and call if Kise truly wanted to take advantage of their blind loyalties. He could’ve been a great general of some sorts, using the crowds to fulfill the desires and whims he sometimes cooked up in his mind, but that idea itself—to use them how he pleased—is also equally revolting. They are always his enemies, so naturally, he never wanted anything to do with them. These are things he’s accepted long ago (actually recently, but that’s besides the point), but what he witnesses at this moment is something he definitely can’t bring himself to ignore and “mind his own business.”

Somehow, your giggle manages to pierce through the disorienting fog of all the censored murmurs and coos of everyone around him—grating and coquettish. He could’ve ignored it all the same—you weren’t the first (and certainly not the last) person to act in such an unashamedly way. But the sight of Kasamatsu with you completely forces Kise to focus his attention on you.

What the fuck is she doing?

Your arms are wrapped around his left arm, pushing yourself up to his side as your lips form a pout with a practiced innocence that Kise recognizes all too well. He’s pissed—no, terrified for his captain, but most of all, he feels sick. But Kise isn’t Kasamatsu’s caretaker or father—hell, he’s not even an upperclassman. He’s more than capable of shrugging her off if she goes too far, he reasons, even if he knew that line of logic is a pile of shit. And if he really needs help, the other senpais can help him out of there. He will mind his own business. For now, he finishes his thoughts with finality. With that note, he briskly walks to his first class of the day, relieved when you and Kasamatsu are gone from his field of vision. His shoulders relax and he releases a steady stream of air, closing his eyes for a momentary recovery. There are too many things to worry about right now, but for now, he’d rather focus on his upcoming English quiz than the what-if’s of your motives with someone like his captain.

You’re just like everyone else, after all.

Chapter 4, Reader’s POV

———

They say that when your soulmate is close within your proximity, your mood begins to lighten up substantially as a sign. It’s just a dumb rumor people spread around, you knew, and yet…

You want to believe in it so badly.

What’s the truth? What’s the lie? All you know is that your soulmate letter is the truth, and all the kisses you shared with countless people ended up being lies on top of lies. You want to believe that your emotions are telling you the truth for once, and that he isn’t like the others. Why would Kasamatsu look so genuinely surprised? Genuinely flustered? Genuinely trying to be nice to you? Why else has your heart begun to beat so fast around him—the first time it’s ever happened to you?

Turning to your side, you curl up your body, clutching your blanket closest to you in the hopes that you can force your body to fall asleep. Ever since you got that momentous letter, sitting daintily on top of the table two years ago, things haven’t been the same. But that should be a good thing, right?

Your fingers automatically move to touch your own lips, tingling at the memories of other countless lips it had already firmly locked with. Your heart just keeps sinking further down the more you run through every single moment.

I have to keep going, you insist, tossing to your other side to dispel those memories away into the backburner of your mind. I have to find my soulmate, I have to…

Otherwise, I…

“You don’t need a soulmate to do what you want…” You subconsciously conjure up an image of Kise back at the gym, eyes cold and brows harsh with a ferocious frown. At the intrusive thought, you form your own fierce frown. “Ever thought about that?”

That stupid ass motherfucker—you curse at him as if he was really there in person—I’ll show you…! When I get my happy ending, I’m gonna rub it in that ugly smug face of yours.

I’ll prove them all wrong, I’ll prove them all wrong, I’ll prove them all…

Somehow, through the cacophony of mantras to yourself, you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

———

[Your soulmate is of similar age.]

You sigh to yourself as you recall the contents of your letters again, mind so distant from the current reality of your situation. But you’ll never sigh outwardly; instead, you give a placating smile to the people around you as you walk down the hallway, then up a floor to continue down another corridor. Because people always like girls who are friendly, sweet, and outgoing… Those girls are what draw in people the fastest. It’s quite a huge generalization, and you’re aware of that fact, but you also consider that it does hold some truth to it. Your face twitches with a familiar discomfort, but you refuse to let your smile fall, letting your eyes crinkle in an inviting, sweet manner that no person would ever have the heart to deny you a friendly greeting. The brightest flowers always attract the bees, so to speak. Naturally, you have to do your best to attract as many people as possible to you. How else would you find your soulmate?

[You will finally meet them when there is a fresh start—a new chapter—in your life.]

It’s midway through October, approximately six months since you became a 1st year at Kaijo. There must be something wrong… shouldn’t your “first chapter” happen when you first graduated out of Teiko? Or maybe around the time of Kaijo’s opening ceremony? The demoralizing realization almost makes you drop the grin, and to compensate, you grin even wider. Just in case.

“Ah, (l/n)-san!” a classmate called out, catching up to your skipping stride with hurried steps. “You’re so cheery today! Woke up on the right side of the bed today?”

“Awwww, Saori-chan!~” you chime without missing a beat. “Aren’t I always cheery? You’re teasing me, aren’t you!”

“I’d never!” She gave a mock gasp, but her slight giggle after the last syllable immediately gave her away. “I’m just pointing out the truth! It’s really refreshing whenever I see you happy… I think I can speak for most of us when we’re near you… I must be sounding super strange, huh?”

The truth… you wonder about that often.

“Honestly, it really does sound all weird, ehe! Buuuuut…!” you pause dramatically, pleased to see her leaning in out of anticipation. “Hearing that from you makes me happier, of course~” You playfully pinch her cheek with a wink, and you skip away when she immediately blooms a cherry red. You debated whether to blow her a kiss too, but if you were going to win over Kasamatsu’s heart, then you needed to remain steadfast. Of course, it’s a nice change of pace that you don’t have to do anything drastic for once to get someone’s heart beating. For once… you feel a great weight lifting from your shoulders at the realization. No more of any of that anymore—the kisses, cuddles, the games you force yourself to play to find the one. After all—

“W-whoa—!”

“E-eek?!”

Of course, you get distracted when you think too hard about these types of things. Saving a mental berating for yourself during class starting in half an hour, you immediately focus your attention on the poor person you accidentally manage to assail. But your eyes widen when you register a stuttering, comically red captain.

“… Kasamatsu-senpai?”

… After all, he is someone who can have blood rushing into his cheeks from just a simple gesture like a wink and a smile. He is an anomaly—a one-of-a-kind person who you’ve never seen anyone like before. Isn’t he also around your age?

[You will meet them once again when they are most unlike themselves…]

“S-S-Sorry…” He’s already stuttering before he can even face you, and you figure it’s because he recognizes a female-sounding voice coming from you. You quietly watch him pick up the stray papers that manage to flutter out of his binder from the untimely collision, and after he straightens himself, he cranes a neck, rubbing the back of it with his free hand. On second thought… you note. It may actually be harder to win over his affection if he can’t even look at me. And to think he was able to talk to me with such authority in the gym a couple days ago. Oh, what will I do with him…

“H-Huh…? Y-You…?” Kasamatsu finally brings up all of his nerves to at least hold proper eye contact for a solid four seconds before he darts his gaze back to the gray floor. There is no way for him to properly lead the conversation, from the looks of him cowering in your presence, so you decide to speak instead.

“Ah, sorry, sorry!” you say, hoping to break the ice with him. If you are more “normal” with him, as opposed to being your usual outgoing self, maybe he’d see you in a better light? “I wasn’t completely paying attention to my surroundings, and I really messed up, huh? Totally my bad!”

“I-It’s…” Kasamatsu dares to sneak a glance at your face before he turns away again. “... f-fine.” You open your mouth to perhaps talk about the weather or perhaps his class schedule for you to memorize later, but you falter when you see him glancing at you again before averting his eyes. Was there something on your face? You owlishly blink before a flirtatious grin finds its way onto your face again, and immediately, his cheeks predictably lights up a bright pink again.

“Wahhh…!” You lean forward up to his face, hands held together in a gesture of being in love. “You’re really adorable, did anyone tell you that before?~ I’m definitely the first, aren’t I? Right—right?”

“I—!” He’s balking at the shameless assumption, mouth half-opening… half-closing… his mind is in a state of limbo, and he’s being sent into overdrive. “I-I’m… I… mm… nn…” Instinctively, he stumbles a couple steps back, clutching the fabric in the front of his shirt in an attempt to calm himself.

“And wow!” you continue. “Didn’t we also have the same type of run-in the first time we met? I don’t think this is just a coincidence…” You stick your tongue out playfully, fully rendering him speechless and robbing him of any chance to recover his voice.

“N-nn…”

What are his habits? What are his likes? Dislikes? What are his passions and hopes and dreams? You wonder about the countless things you can elicit out of him. Any tidbit about him would be a good start in getting to know him—you tilt your head at him cutely while you continue to assess your options—but how do I ask for it when he’s constantly stuttering or avoiding girls in general? After all, you tried to charm him the other morning, but it was apparently too much for Kasamatsu to even think of any coherent response.

“There you are.” A flash of yellow catches your eye as swoons of mainly women follow close by. “Kasamatsu-senpai! Kobori-senpai has been looking all over for you… you’re going to be late at this point if you don’t hurry up, you know!” Almost as if his voice is a trigger, Kasamatsu whirls around to hurl the usual serving of insults.

“Hah?! Since when were you so confident to tell an upperclassman what to do again? You really want to have your ass kicked again, huh?!”

“Like I said—! They wanted me to go look for you! Not like I had a choice!”

Damn, way to ruin an opportunity like that. You give a quiet sigh as Kasamatsu waves at you shyly before he storms off to find his other teammates to berate them, though you know it was more out of politeness than care from his end. Interestingly, the ace of Kaijo remains behind, watching his senior disappear before he seemingly remembers that you are also here. Flashing a breezy smile at you, you resist your instinctive reaction to twitch an eye as screams fill up the hall in response. But of course, you deliver your own captivating curl of those lips, and suddenly, you sense an aura of hostility spiking towards your end. Ah… so it appears that they view me as a rival, hm?

“Ah… (l/n)-san, right?” Kise laughs, fiddling with a few strands as he tucks them behind his ear, revealing his piercing. “Are you alright? You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Try as he might, but his cheeriness wasn’t able to hide his voice from slipping into a steely tone. … Is he taunting you?

This guy!—you give an airy laugh in response—He’s the fakest asshole I’ve ever seen! Who the fuck is buying this discounted act of his?! When you dare to look around casually though, everyone is hanging onto his every word.

“I guess it’s been getting chilly lately!” you reply. “Maybe I should see the infirmary later for a check up… Thanks for the concern though, Kise-kun!~ But um… shouldn’t you also head to class, too? The warning bell’s gonna ring soon, right?” Even with the friendly tone, you place your hands on your hips while raising a suspicious brow, making sure to jut out your dominant hipbone to emphasize your figure. There’s only so much patience you have in trying to be diplomatic with someone like him. You see no benefit in doing so either, but then again, maybe being on good terms with Kise would allow you to get closer with his captain. Still, Kasamatsu doesn’t hesitate to dropkick him and knock down his ego a notch at all… maybe it wouldn’t matter as much if you just openly hate him. Options, options… Perhaps for now, you’ll see what Kise’s up to.

Ah… You slowly blink. What if he was actually trying to get Kasamatsu away from me just a moment ago? Wouldn’t his upperclassmen classmates come get their captain themselves instead of sending a 1st year to him? Either possibility can happen, but logically… the first option would’ve been more convenient and probable to happen. You scowl at the realization, but just as quickly, you form a tight-lipped smile in an attempt to recover. I warned his ass to stay out of my business too! And to think he’d try to butt in…

“You’re definitely right!” Kise interrupts your train of thought with a bright affirmation. “So I’ll be going on my way to class. You should go too, before you end up late!” You don’t miss the way his eyes go flat on you before he turns to walk away, back to you, immediately pulling away the entire crowd along with him.

“Kise-kun!! Who was that?!”

“Please look at me!”

“No, me!!”

“She’s nothing special at all!”

While it doesn’t hurt to think about his motives, there’s only so much speculation can do within a situation like this. Being openly hostile in front of everyone would serve no one good, and your reputation would tank. And if you lose your reputation, finding soulmates would end up being more difficult than necessary. Besides, if Kise wants to keep playing this farce of roleplay game of “shining knight,” why not join him as another player of “femme fatale sorceress”? Two can play this game.

Don’t worry, you muse to the mobs ahead. That imposter’s all yours.

———

Obviously, anyone can see just how passionate Kasamatsu is about basketball… more than anyone else. Probably even more than the Generation of Miracle guy, Kise. You giggle to yourself, ecstatic to have some type of progress in getting closer. If I learn about basketball, you reason, then maybe he’d have an easier time talking with me? You knew what the “Generation of Miracles” were all about; you’d have to live under a rock to not hear a single thing about them. They’re on the local news, the latest mags, and on the biggest media trends. Many people constantly speculate about their potential soulmates and what they’d be like, even going so far as to associating their known ideal types as holy decrees. But you don’t have a single inkling about what basketball truly entails, and that’s where you’ve been going wrong this entire time.

Nowadays, you find your eyes constantly scanning out in the crowd for a certain individual with cropped black hair, thick brows, and impossibly striking blue eyes. He probably doesn’t even realize just how charming he is. But maybe that obliviousness is also part of his overall charm. But before you can even hit on him, you really need to overcome the obstacle of his stuttering; after all, that was the main aspect that prevented every other girl from being able to talk to him in the first place. You take out a beginner’s guide to basketball rules and guidelines from your bag and lay it out on your desk, not caring about the teacher droning on about the necessity of Japanese literature. You turn to page one and settle yourself into a comfortable position, careful to hide the booklet from the prying eyes, yet you swear you feel a prickling chill down your spine from a piercing stare two seats behind you to your left.

It’s Kise, isn’t it? You can’t help but let out an inaudible chuckle, hand pressed over your lips as you continue to voraciously take in all the information in the book. Weeeell, he can look for all I care. I’m gonna get the last laugh when I play my cards juuuust right…

You manage to reach the last page before the bell rings for the next period, slightly jolting you out of your concentration, and after closing it and placing it back into your bag, you finally decide to turn and spare a look to the model student behind you. He’s putting most of his body weight on the desk, propping the side of his head up with a hand, elbow on the table. Although his body is facing forward to the blackboard, his eyes are honing in on you.

“What?” You stick your tongue out at him. “Can’t resist me after all? You’ve been staring at me all period—gosh, why didn’t you just tell me? You know I’m not someone who’d judge others at all~”

Unlike you.

Your own beam begins to grow at the sight of him gripping his pen so hard that it almost seems like it’s going to snap in half. You knew he couldn’t snap back—not when there were twenty pairs of eyes on him. Imagine your surprise when he barely manages to conceal his revulsion at you… whether he’s disgusted by your words, the way you provocatively stick out your tongue, your delighted smile, or all of the above… you don’t know and you don’t care enough to find out.

“What can I say?” He starts, lips twitching up to force a friendly smile. “I’ve never met anyone like you.” Everyone but you appears to buy his shoddy act, turning to face the front when the next teacher enters the classroom for the next lecture. You shoot one last wide grin at him to signify your triumph, but Kise unapologetically returns a freezing stare… the staredown only lasts for a few seconds before the teacher claps her hands to begin the session, both of you simultaneously breaking eye contact.

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