Hearbreak Anniversary With Zayne

Hearbreak Anniversary with Zayne

Summary: It was your anniversary with Zayne. One year of togetherness. But what if he does not show up when you expect him to? What if he was spending it with MC? Pairing: Non MC! Reader x Zayne Note: MC in this fic goes by the name Lina (my name... so if you are angry, you can be angry at me :3). This oneshot was based on this request. I will write this for the other LADS men too. Also I don't think any of these men would ever be the type to actually willlingly forget it. Especially Zayne. So I had to adapt the request a bit. Content Warning: injuries, panic, insecurities, self worth issues, Zayne POV

Rafayel version | Zayne version | Sylus version

Zayne’s apartment smelled like him—clean, crisp, and faintly of the eucalyptus-scented candles he kept on the shelves. You sat on the edge of his couch, smoothing the fabric of your dress down your thighs, nerves making your fingers tremble slightly. The dim light of the chandelier cast a soft glow over the room, illuminating the carefully planned surprise you had for him —flowers, his favorite treats, elegant scarves, and jackets you had spent weeks picking out. The final touch was the flexible weekend getaway tickets, somewhere warm and far from the sterility of hospital walls. A place where he could finally rest.

You had gone all out for tonight. The garden-themed restaurant was supposed to be the perfect setting—a quiet, intimate place where vines curled around twinkling fairy lights, and the soft scent of fresh blooms would fill the air. And you had dressed accordingly with something elegant, something that made you feel beautiful for him. The deep navy-blue dress you wore clung to your form just right, the intricate lace details at the sleeves soft against your skin. You had taken your time getting ready, styling your hair to perfection, slipping on a pair of delicate earrings he once admired absentmindedly. A spritz of white jasmine perfume, the one he once said reminded him of spring mornings. You wanted to look like someone worthy of being by his side. You wanted to be beautiful for him, for the man who had somehow, impossibly, fallen for you.

Because, truth be told, there were times you weren’t sure you were.

you still didn’t understand how this happened—how Zayne, the prodigy, the man who could save lives with his hands and mind, had chosen you. He was brilliant, disciplined, and deeply compassionate. And you? You were just… you. Ordinary in comparison. He never made you feel small, never belittled you, but standing beside him you felt you were just lucky to be there. His world was one of brilliance, filled with extraordinary people—Lina, the fearless Deepspace Hunter; his late friend Caleb, a DAA pilot whose loss still lingered in hushed conversations; his esteemed mentors and fellow doctors who spoke in a language you could only ever grasp at the edges. Compared to them, compared to him, you felt so small.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, was supposed to be about the two of you.

You had fallen for him in the quietest of ways—through the gentle cadence of his voice, through the moments he noticed things others didn’t. How he’d pull a chair out for you before you could do it yourself, how he’d check the temperature of your tea so you wouldn’t burn your tongue, how he’d listen, really listen, to your ramblings even after a 48-hour shift. He had nestled himself into your heart without you even realizing it.

And tonight, he had insisted he wanted to be with you, even with the chaos of the hospital weighing on his shoulders.

The call came two hours before your reservation. You already knew what he was going to say the moment you saw his name flash on your screen.

“Hey, sweetheart…” Zayne’s voice was warm, familiar, but there was an edge of exhaustion to it. “I’m so sorry. I can’t make it tonight.”

Your heart sank, but you swallowed it down, forcing your voice to remain even. “It’s okay, Zayne. I know you’re busy.”

“It's been a long shift, and the surgeries…”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll cancel the reservation. Take some breaks and rest, okay? You sound tired…”

“I am fine, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you,” he promised. “I swear.”

"It’s fine, Zayne." you whispered, even if it wasn’t. “We’ll just celebrate it another day. No big deal.” Even though it felt like one at the moment.

Still, you weren’t upset. Not really. You understood. You always understood.

You hung up and exhaled slowly, pressing your palms against your lap. It wasn’t his fault. He was working back-to-back shifts, saving lives, doing what he was meant to do. And yet, you couldn’t quite keep the disappointment from settling in your chest.

You exhaled slowly, stripping away the dress you had so eagerly put on just hours ago. You slip into into one of Zayne’s oversized sweaters instead, the one that still smelled like him, the sleeves swallowing your hands. You wear leggings underneath and slip on your shoes. You took your time packing the gifts back into the car, moving slowly, as if dragging out the moment would make it hurt less. Maybe when he was finally done, you could pick him up from the hospital. At least you’d get to see him and surprise him. This was what occupied your time for the next three to four hours.

Once everything was back in the car, you plopped yourself on his plush but ergonomic couch. You scrolled through your phone while waiting, mindlessly tapping through social media, until one post stopped you cold.

Lina’s story.

A picture of her sitting across from Zayne in a small restaurant outside Akso hospital, the caption lighthearted:

When you have to drag out your doctor because he won’t follow his own advice about resting. (-_-)

Zayne looked amused in the photo, tired but still composed, his lips slightly curved in a small, rare smile. He looked… content. His gaze focused on her as if she had just said something ridiculous.

Your fingers trembled as you stared at the screen.

It was stupid. It was so stupid to feel like this. Lina was his childhood best friend. She had never given you a reason to be insecure, and yet, the sting of it hit you like a slow, creeping ache. He had time to go out for a meal with her. He had time to smile like that, even after canceling on you. You knew you were being irrational, that he had only stepped out for a quick bite in his busy shift, yet you felt betrayed.

Tears pricked at your eyes before you could stop them. You wiped them away quickly, but they kept falling, silent at first, then turning into quiet, shuddering sobs. You felt pathetic. Childish. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. You knew he wasn’t. But it hurt anyway. Because you would have taken anything—just a few moments, even just a simple meal at that tiny restaurant, if it meant spending time with him today.

It hurt in a way that made your chest feel tight, made the lump in your throat impossible to swallow. The sting of it crept under your skin like a wound you hadn’t realized was open, raw and aching. The disappointment bled into something uglier, something heavier. Why, after everything, did it feel like you were always on the sidelines of his life? No, Zayne never made you feel that way. It was your own spiraling thoughts.

A loud sob choked its way out, your hands gripping the fabric of his sweater as if that would somehow ground you. You wanted to hate yourself for crying over something so petty. He was saving lives. He was exhausted. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

But it hurt.

You needed to go home. You needed to collect yourself before the ugly thoughts swallowed you whole. You stood up, tears streaming down your face, as the weight of it all seemed too much to bear. You didn’t want to sit here anymore. You didn’t want to wait. You needed to go home, to clear your head, to get away from the overwhelming sense of inadequacy.

You sniffled, grabbing your keys and heading out. The highway would be the fastest route home—less traffic, a straight shot. You rerouted, pressing your foot on the accelerator, trying to breathe through the tightness in your chest. You wiped at your tears quickly, trying to focus on the road.

The road stretched out before you, a wide expanse of concrete and asphalt that felt like it would swallow you whole. The tears wouldn’t stop, and you wiped them away, trying to steady your hands on the wheel, trying to focus on the road ahead. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that you understood, that you were rational about his work. The reality of it, the empty seat next to you, the disappointment of seeing Zayne happy in a photo with someone else, it all felt too much.

And then—

Headlights. Too close. Too fast.

A car jumped the signal, trying to merge into the highway.

You slammed the breaks, the scream of tires against pavement rang in your ears.

The impact was instant. A violent, sickening jolt that sent your body forward, the seatbelt snapping against your chest, the airbag exploding in front of you. The windshield cracked, splintering into a spiderweb of broken glass. Your vision blurred, the world spinning.

Pain.

Your chest burned, lungs straining to catch a breath. Your limbs felt heavy. You reached for the seatbelt, your fingers fumbling, but it was jammed.

Fuck.

Your head lulled forward, resting against the deflated airbag. Your head was heavy, your thoughts slipping away like sand through your fingers. The distant wail of sirens reached your ears, but they felt so far away.

Your vision swam, the edges darkening.

I hope the other person is alright.

The thought barely had time to settle before everything faded into black.

ZAYNE'S POV

The fluorescent lights of the hospital buzzed faintly, casting an artificial glow over the chaos of the emergency room. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the undercurrent of blood—familiar, almost routine, yet tonight it gnawed at Zayne's nerves in a way he couldn't quite shake. He hadn’t left since he stepped through those doors, yet somehow, the guilt weighing on him had nothing to do with the lives he saved today. It was you.

He was tired. God, was he tired. His body screamed for rest, his temples throbbed from the strain of back-to-back shifts, but the hospital was understaffed, and there was no room for exhaustion when lives were at stake. As a cardiologist, his expertise lay in the intricate mechanics of the human heart, but duty demanded flexibility—especially in the ER. Cardiologists weren’t meant to be dealing with blunt force trauma and lacerations, but tonight, none of that mattered. They needed doctors. He was a doctor. So, he worked.

Even through the fatigue, his mind kept drifting back to you. He could still hear your voice from the call earlier, soft and understanding despite the disappointment laced beneath it. You didn’t deserve this. You had every right to be upset, to be frustrated that he had broken his promise, yet you didn’t even complain. That hurt more than if you had yelled at him

God, he loved you. And he hated himself for testing that patience again and again.

His hand tightened around the pen he was holding. He had plans—plans to make it up to you. The necklace in his office drawer, nestled in a velvet box, had been meant for tonight. Something small, perhaps, compared to everything you did, but a token of his devotion nonetheless. He could still salvage this. Maybe he could call you later, ask if you were still awake—

His device beeped, pulling him back to the present.

MVA on the highway. ETA: 5 minutes.

Multi-vehicle accident. Paramedics on site, victims en route.

Zayne exhaled sharply, shifting into work mode. He stepped into the ER just as the first stretcher was wheeled in. The radio chatter from their comms filled the space.

"Female, mid-to-late twenties, restrained driver, T-bone collision from a vehicle that ran a red light. Airbag deployment, but impact trauma to the chest from seatbelt. BP slightly low, likely from pain response. Tachycardic at 112. GCS is 14. Possible wrist fracture, mild concussion. No signs of internal bleeding from the ultrasound, but needs further imaging to rule out any complications."

He nodded briskly, slipping into the detached, clinical efficiency that had been drilled into him for years. It was only as he stepped forward, pulling the curtain aside, that his breath caught in his throat.

His world stopped.

There, on the hospital bed, was you.

Lying on the hospital bed, your hair disheveled, your skin pale against the stark white sheets. His breath lodged in his throat, the world narrowing to a pinpoint focus on the rise and fall of your chest. He couldn't move. Couldn't think. There was dried blood at your temple, your lower lip swollen where you must have bitten down upon impact. The sight of the IV line in your arm, the faint bruises forming along your collarbone—he couldn’t breathe.

No. No. No. No. No.

"Dr. Zayne…" Yvonne’s voice cut in, sharp and urgent. A warning. He was frozen. This wasn't just a patient. This was you.

He blinked, his hands suddenly trembling as he reached for his gloves. Breathe. He had to focus. Had to push past the sheer, gut-wrenching fear threatening to paralyze him.

This is her. She was waiting for me. She—

"Dr. Zayne!!" Yvonne pressed, handing him the updated chart. "She needs you."

That snapped him out of it.

The moment his hands touched you, they were steady again. His voice was even as he examined you, the motions automatic, controlled. He checked your pupils, gently palpated your ribs to assess for fractures. He was a doctor. He was your doctor right now. He had to move. Focusing, he reached for his stethoscope, pressing it against your chest to listen for abnormalities. The rhythm of your heart was steady, but your breathing was just slightly labored—likely from the seatbelt trauma.

"You’re going to be fine." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

You were stable.

"Her left shoulder—check for AC joint separation," he murmured, voice steadier than he felt. "Get a CT to rule out any internal injuries. And…" He swallowed. “Get me images from the crash site.” He needed to see how bad the collison was. He had to.

The hours blurred. He monitored your scans, adjusted your IV, checked your vitals more times than necessary. Each time his eyes drifted to you; his chest ached. He had seen the accident reports—your car, your windshield shattered, the crumpled hood. And the contents scattered across the scene…

You had planned everything.

For him.

And he wasn’t there.

Zayne clenched his jaw. Flowers were scattered, crushed against the upholstery. The pastries you must have picked out for him were ruined; their boxes torn open from the force of the crash. And gifts. There were so many gifts. He hadn’t even known you had planned all this.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

You had so much waiting for him. And where had he been? At a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, eating with Lina because she forced him to take a break. He had been smiling in that photo while you were—

God.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling shakily as he sat by your bedside. He should have been with you. If he had just—

The monitor beeped steadily, a quiet reminder that you were alive.

Now, he sat beside you, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, fingers curled into his palms to keep them from shaking.

"Wake up, sweetheart." he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just wake up."

And for once, Zayne—brilliant, composed, always in control—felt utterly powerless.

The beep of the heart monitor was steady, rhythmic, but Zayne found himself gripping the edge of his chair every time you stirred, waiting for that moment when your eyes would finally open. His body was stiff from staying in the same position for hours, but he didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to miss it.

Then, a small shift in your breathing. A twitch of your fingers.

Zayne leaned forward just as your lashes fluttered, your eyes cracking open, only to squeeze shut again at the harsh fluorescent lights. You groaned softly, shifting against the sheets. Instinctively, you tried to sit up.

"Hey—stay put," Zayne said immediately, pressing a hand against your shoulder to keep you down. His touch was gentle but firm, his fingers warm even against the hospital gown. "Don’t move too much yet."

Your body resisted for a moment, muscles tensing as if you wanted to argue, but the disorientation dulled your fight. Your gaze finally settled on him, hazy with the remnants of sleep and confusion.

Then you frowned.

“…You look tired,” you murmured, your voice soft, still groggy. “How long have you been here?”

Zayne’s heart clenched so tightly it hurt. Even now, even when you were the one lying in a hospital bed, barely recovered from an accident, your first thoughts were about him.

His throat felt tight, but he exhaled sharply, forcing himself to speak. “You should look at yourself first, sweetheart.”

Your gaze flickered down, taking in the IV in your arm, the bruises along your wrist, the faint soreness that no doubt ached across your body. Zayne exhaled sharply and reached out, his fingertips tracing the side of your face before cupping your cheek fully. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin, as if grounding himself with the warmth of you. His eyes were moist, though no tears fell.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, raw in a way that stripped away every layer of his usual composure.

You parted your lips, breath hitching as if you were about to reassure him—to do what you always did, to let him off the hook, to tell him it wasn’t his fault.

But he didn’t let you.

“No,” he cut in firmly, shaking his head. “Not this time. This is the one time you shouldn’t be so understanding.” His jaw clenched, something bitter twisting in his expression. “I should have been there. We should have been celebrating our relationship. End of discussion.”

Silence settled between you.

After a beat, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair before looking at you again. “Why didn’t you demand my time?” His voice was quieter now, tinged with regret. “You had every right to.”

You hesitated, glancing away. “…I didn’t want to bother you.” Your fingers twisted into the hospital blanket, grip tightening slightly. “You’re important, Zayne. You save lives. I didn’t want to pull you away from that.”

Something in him snapped.

He let out a sharp breath, then reached for your hand, gently prying your fingers from the blanket. His grip was warm, grounding.

“Shh… And you think you’re not?” he murmured, shaking his head. “Don’t ever say that again.” His gaze bore into yours, unwavering. “You are important to me.”

"You’re important to me," he repeated, voice steady but almost desperate. "Just like my work makes demands of me, you are more than entitled to make demands of me, too."

Your eyes searched his, uncertainty flickering beneath the lingering haze of exhaustion. But Zayne’s gaze didn’t waver.

"I know I should have been there," he said again, quieter this time. He hesitated for only a fraction of a second before brushing a thumb over the edge of your jaw, tilting your face slightly. “When I saw you on this bed when I entered the ER… pale, unconscious… I haven’t felt fear like that before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not in all my years of doing this. Not like that."

You didn’t say anything, but your hand came up slowly, resting over his.

He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling.

This—this was what he almost lost.

His jaw clenched, then loosened as he exhaled. “I don’t want to ever feel it again.”

Another pause.

Zayne inhaled deeply, steadying himself. His hand still cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against your skin, as if reassuring himself that you were still here. That you were warm. That he hadn’t lost you.

“I know I say I’m sorry a lot… and it probably has lost meaning to you.” he murmured; his voice rough with emotion. His lips pressed into a thin line, as if struggling to put his feelings into something more tangible. “I should have been there. And I will be. Every step of the way until you’re fully recovered and after....”

His eyes flickered downward, scanning you like the doctor he was, but this was different. This wasn’t just clinical analysis—this was personal. "You got lucky," he admitted, exhaling through his nose. "Blunt force trauma to the ribs, a mild concussion, and a broken wrist. Some lacerations on your arm and leg, but nothing deep enough to require surgical intervention. The worst was the head trauma, but the scans came back clear. No bleeding, no swelling. That’s the only reason I’m not having a complete breakdown right now…" His fingers ghosted over your arm, careful not to apply pressure. "Nothing life-threatening or with lasting consequences. But still… you shouldn’t have had to go through that alone." His jaw tensed. "Not when you have me."

You gave him a small, tired smile at that, and something inside him twisted.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to reach into his pocket, his fingers closing around the small velvet box. He’d gone to his office to clock off for the day to be beside you when he picked it up from his drawer. The very box he wanted to give you today. The one that was supposed to be given in a far more joyful setting. This was supposed to be today. A night spent celebrating the two of you—not this. Not hospital beds and IV drips and the hollow fear that had nearly swallowed him whole.

But none of that mattered now.

What mattered was that you were here. And this… this was still yours.

His throat felt thick as he flipped it open, revealing the necklace inside—a delicate silver chain holding a white jasmine pendant, smooth and polished, its petals carved with intricate detail. And behind it, barely visible, were his initials.

His fingers trembled just slightly as he took it out.

"I was supposed to give this to you today," he admitted, voice lower now, almost guilty. "Before all of this. Before I let my own priorities get in the way of what really mattered." He glanced up at you, and for the first time in a long time, he looked vulnerable. "I don’t want you to ever think that you come second. Because you don’t. You never have."

Gently, he reached around your neck, his touch featherlight as he fastened the clasp. The cool metal of the pendant settled just above your collarbone, resting against your skin. His fingertips lingered there, just briefly.

Then he let out a slow breath, tilting your chin up just slightly with his knuckles. His mind still reeled with everything that had happened, with everything he should have done differently.

"I love you," he said, and this time there was no hesitation, no wry smirk to mask his emotions, no half-hearted deflection. Just honesty, raw and unguarded. "Even when I do a crappy job at showing it." He didn’t need you to say it back—he just needed you to know.

For a moment, silence stretched between you. Then, his lips quirked, just slightly, into something softer. "And since I’m apparently on mandatory bedside duty, I hope you’re ready to be completely spoiled. I’m talking fresh coffee, extra pillows, a ridiculous number of medical advices—"

A small, breathy laugh escaped you, and Zayne felt something in his chest loosen at the sound. Then, slowly, you lifted a hand, brushing your fingertips over the pendant before reaching up to cup his cheek.

Zayne leaned into your touch instinctively, exhaling softly. He smiled, finally, pressing his forehead lightly against yours. "Yeah," he murmured. "We’ll be just fine. I've got you sweetheart... I'll always be here for you."

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

BLLK WRITER??? YOOOOOO DOING GOD‘S WORK KEEP IT UP!! anyways lol could i request karasu and a rivals to lovers scenario with gn!reader please and thank youuuuu

heyyy tysm ♡ i hope i can keep writing for bllk for as long as i can, because they bring me sm joy skahksjs i hope you enjoy this and tysm for requesting! also, this looks a lil more like an enemies to lovers but i hope u will accept it hehe

warnings: swearing, nothing else i think? not proofread + requests open!

BLLK WRITER??? YOOOOOO DOING GOD‘S WORK KEEP IT UP!! Anyways Lol Could I Request Karasu And A Rivals

karasu is someone you managed to easily hate.

every since you moved to kyoto, tabito made your life a living hell. you end up being his neighbor, your window was right across his and your mothers end up instant friends. the first time you saw him, you thought he was very attractive. the way his tall built slightly loomed over you and his skin was dripping with sweat from – you assumed – practicing. he was very attractive. but, right after you said a timid 'hello' and bowed, everything you felt for the boy went down the drain.

"ya ma', who ta fuck is this? 'm i s'posed to interact with someone this mediocre? sheesh." he yelled to his mother, pointing a finger at you. after he heard you murmur a angry 'huh?', he flicked your forehead and walked away, not even bothering to look your way again. "tch, 'm goin' back to practice."

after that, you two were always bickering. on the way to school, you would always try to push him into the street, claiming that him getting hit by a car would be a favor to society – he was stronger than you, so you only managed to gain some chuckles of pity from him. during your shared classes, sometimes he would sit behind you and poke you softly with his pens, making you swear loudly and get reprimanded by your teacher. his smirk as you got yelled at always made you want to slap him.

the perfect moment to get back at him came with a soccer match in your school.

it was a classic. your school against their biggest rival, a match that everyone would go and watch, liking soccer or not. during the whole week, tabito seemed to be relaxed. even if he wasn't bothering you that much because of his pratice, he still seemed to be taking that match lightly, as if he already won.

when the day came, you didn't even wanted to go watch the teams play. you knew that if he saw you in the crowd, karasu wouldn't let you hear the end of it and you rsther just not go through that torture. unfortunately, your friend dragged you to the field, claiming that you two had to support the team. you thought it was bullshit, but just decided to follow, what if it ends up being fun?

you two sat on the benches that were close to the field. your friend was already screaming and the players were just warming up. you were watching them with an uninterested stare, your chin resting on your palm. your eyes accidentally always end up looking at karasu and you didn't even know why. it made you scoff at yourself.

"hey." a voice next to you said and you looked at them. it was one of the "enemy" players. he smirked at you and kept on talking. "if i win this match, would'ja give me your number?"

you chuckled at the audacity of the boy standing next to you. while you were glancing at your friend – who seemed to be wanting to tell the guy to leave –, you accidentally noticed that tabito was looking your way with furrowed eyebrows and a big scowl in his face. you turned to the guy again and nodded.

"sure." you smiled sweetly. "only if you win thought!"

the boy nodded and walked away, a confident smile on his face. almost immediately after he left, a loud voice that you knew very well called out your name.

"what ta fuck did he wanted?" karasu asked, not even bothering to lower his voice.

"he asked if he could get my number if he wins." you bluntly answered, making your friend giggle a little at the small bickering that was forming between you and the boy.

to your surprise, he just clicked his tongue and walked away, mumbling something under his breath. you tried to ignore the weird feeling that started to build up on your chest as you stared at karasu. his expression seemed to get more focused now, as if he was actually motivated to win. and well... he was motivated to win. karasu seemed like a whole another guy during the match. he was ruthless and strong, he practically did all the goals in the match and he would always do a goal and look at you. everytime your eyes met, his jaw would clench softly and you could see his nostrils flare a little before he looked away. he looked almost... jealous?

after the match ended, the olayer that previously wanted your number was walking towards you, but karasu beat him to it and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. you started to complain and struggle, but karasu ignored you, just kept on pulling you inside one of the empty halls of your school. after he made sure you two were alone, he let you go and cornered you against the wall.

"ya won't flirt with anyone else, ya hear me?" he murmured, his usual smirk wasn't on his lips. "tch, that guy pissed 'ta shit out of me."

"why?" you asked, scoffing softly. you tried to push him away, but he didn't move. "why you won't let me do whatever i want to?"

"i like ya." your eyes went wide at his sudden confession. "i like more to bother you, but i still have feelings for ya."

you were speechless. did he bothered you all this time, did he made you hate him because he liked you? you wanted to laugh at his face, but you couldn't say anything over the noise of your heart beating fastly on your heart. after you kept quiet, just staring at him with wide eyes, karasu smirked. he pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose and started to walk in the direction of the showers.

"imma take ya out later, m'kay? ya better be ready."

yeah, you still hated him, but... he could become bearable.

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

GAGI OO NGA LOLA WHSBAJBAHAHAHA what if sya nalang pakasalan ko sa raiden family /j

tired of seeing people constantly flirting on every discord server i join .... I GET IT WE GET IT YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

Hello bee ! May I ask for headcanons of keito with a g/n s/o whose a workaholic too? Thank you so much and good luck ! Sending in a lot of hugs (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧

hiii mio !!!! ofc u may it is No Trouble At All 🤲🤲 it's been a hot minute since i wrote for keito so i'm sorry if my characterization is a little wonky ... but i do hope u enjoy !!! ♡

❧ keito with a workaholic partner

content warnings: none

❧ you two make a real pair, don't you? yours and keito's habits aren't exactly perfect mirrors of each other, but your similarities are obvious enough that it's little wonder to onlookers how you've gotten so close to begin with. that's not to say that it's the only reason, of course — it's just one of the many things he admires about you. ♡

❧ despite his own workaholic tendencies, keito still likes to remind you not to overwork yourself. his little reminders are firm but kind, just the slightest crease between his brows as he knocks on your door and calls for you, "dear, i think that's enough for one night."

❧ since it's not uncommon for you two to extend your work hours a fair bit, he's turned it into a habit to keep you company while you both work. you don't even have to talk at all if you don't want to — just being near you is more than enough. in rare moments of oversight, keito even finds himself losing track of time while working with you, with how much smoother everything seems to go by.

❧ once you've both finished for the night, keito enjoys winding down with you the most — maybe he'll take you out for a walk to get some fresh air, or maybe he'll brew some tea for you both, instead. at least, this way, he can devote all his attention to you and you alone.

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

reo mikage & chigiri hyoma dating hcsꔛ

ac : i apologize if its ooc huhu, and i hope you all enjoy this

ꔛ genre : fluff

ꔛ reader : female

ꔛ warnings : cursing

reo's definitely a very attached boyfriend, someone who gets jealous easily and starts thinking things the wrong way. You'd always comfort him and he'll stop spiraling due to the sound of your gentle voice.

he's a very sweet one though! he'll buy you things you like because he's filthy rich mwehehehe (ง˙∇˙)ว his love languages are physical touch and gift giving.

his petnames for you are baby and love owshi

his arms always linger around your waist, and never dares to let go. "Good morning baby, had a good rest?" ๑♥‿♥๑

his specialty is sweet talk fr !! he just whispers some sweet ass tings into your ear and he got you blushing! "I'm so lucky to have you, my love." "omg stawpp (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)"

you, him and nagi always hang out together, going to the mall, eating etc. and nagi would whine about how he's a third wheel all the time😭

"Ughhh. Reo.. how long am i gonna be a third wheel?" "Alright... shut up for now, Nagi. (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)" and you're just laughing your ass off LMAO

he's a sucker for kisses, giving and recieving. Every morning whenever you guys wake up, you'd feel his lips, peppering kisses onto your neck sleepily with him pulling you closer.

he loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair or massage it, he feels so relaxed whenever with you. Do what you want with his hair, pigtail it, braid it, put clips etc. He doesn't mind as long as you're happy

he's very protective, whenever some flirt comes over he starts getting all personal... "Hey, what are you doing near my girlfriend huh? Want me to slug you in the face?" "Reo baby stop,,,( ∙̆.̯∙̆)" "Hmph. (`ヘ´*)"

whenever you hug him, he smells like Jo Malone perfume with a mix of fresh lavender. You could be in his arms for a lifetime and never get tired of his scent.

god, chigiri's a gem. Imagine having such a gorgeous boyfriend that's caring and good at soccer? wooh!

he's very gentle with you, his voice, his manners.. just everything in general. He turns into mush at the sight of you.

you'd always ask him what products are good for your skin and he answers quickly.

"Hyo-chann, what skin products do you recommend?" "Hm? Oh, i recommend Ponds facewash with blah blah blah" you better take note..

his petname for you is love

he always styles your hair while looking at you, full of love. Whenever he's done styling it, you look so goddamn cute that he can't help but smile.

he always lays his head on your chest, silently hinting for you to play with his hair until he falls asleep.

he introduces you to Isagi, Bachira or just basically his teammates, so they know you're his.

he likes to pinch your cheeks and carress them, sometimes he does it at such random times that it take syou by surprise.

*squeeeeze* "Chigiriiii,," "I can't help it love, your cheeks are just so squishy and soft." "Hm.."

sometimes he teaches you some rules of soccer, and you listen intently every time.

he loves it whenever you make his hair all nice, the feeling of your fingers running through his red locks makes him feel sleepy. Do what you want, as long as you don't tug on it.

a huge sucker for hugs, he feels as if he's protecting you whenever you're in his arms.

his scent is just straight up fresh sakura blossoms from his shampoo,,, and cherries.

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

COOKIE JAR!

when a new bakery opens up in your small town, both its indescribable pastries and michael kaiser, the ridiculously attractive patissier, become the talk of the town. you love chowing down on a little treat yourself, worn out from your responsibilities, although that comes at the cost of bravely fending off a certain lovestruck pastry chef…

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): patissier au

Life was all about balance. This was a lesson you learned very quickly once you entered the working world, the world of functional adults, the world of corporatism and responsibilities. You never had any real qualms with your job: it paid well, your work was never too much, and your coworkers were all pleasant.

But even then, it still meant that every night you clocked out of your office to go home, fatigue clung to your body in the same incessant way the bitter aftertaste of coffee clung to your mouth in the morning.

Life was truly about the silver lining. The details. The finer things in life. It was the reason why you focused so much on treating yourself for even the smallest things. In the great scheme of the universe and the inevitable march of time, the only thing that truly ever mattered was the joy you could wring out from your drab life.

And that was where Patisserie Munchen stepped into your life.

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

I LOVE YOU AUTHOR

Wishing you Happiness pt.2

Summary: childhood friend reader of Izumi was tired of Izumi since he only had his eyes on Yuu-kun. So they wanted to give up on him Words: 1,022 Read Part 1

Sena Izumi, your childhood friend, now graduated from Yumenosaki Academy, is a member of Knights belonging to ES.

You started supporting his career as early as his modeling days. During those years, it was undeniable that you held him as your dearest.

But you are already an adult so you have outgrown your previous experiences. You even find it amusing that you were glued to him most of the time when he never batted an eye.

That was the past, and now you set your eyes on the present or the future. So when your peers ask about your relationship with him, you often replied that Izumi is a childhood friend you’re proud of.

Even your family, your mother, for example, often pairs you with Izumi.

“You haven’t met with him in a while, right? Since he’s back, give this and go on a date with him.” Your mother orders you while she hands you a container filled with shrimp salad. One of Izumi’s favorites.

You raised an eye over your mother’s product. “Don’t worry, dear. This is the shrimp salad you made before.” Once, you had made a similar dish. But of course, it didn’t contain mayonnaise, since he was fussy over his weight. Hence, didn’t like food that contains an exorbitant amount of calories.

“Dear,” Your mother puts her hand on your shoulder, trying to assure you of something. All those years, you’ve been crushing on him, your mother knows it. And she’s also aware of how you changed your attitude towards him.

But there won’t be a chance, mom. You wished to tell her but just smiled wearily. Izumi’s already too far to reach and you knew it won’t work because he never cared for you.

In front of his door, you tried mustering courage since it’s been a while after all. But before you could gather enough courage, the door sprang open and accidentally knocked you back.

“Jeeez, do you plan on standing there all day? All you have to do is knock or ring the bell.” Unaware that he accidentally knocked you back, he was searching from where you previously stood.

“Good morning, Izumi. Don’t worry, the package’s safe and secured.” Izumi was left dumbfounded as it hit you in a silly way. Still, he pulls you up and brings you inside to check for your safety.

“Izumi, I’m fin-” Cutting your words, he spoke immediately. “You’re not. Seriously, how can a grown adult be this careless?” As he puts ice on your forehead, obviously he was not irritated.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? My mom made you some salad.” You hoped his attention will shift.

“I can’t just eat knowing that your clumsy hands aren’t made for taking care of yourself. Be a good girl and listen to me once in a while.” Izumi rebuts which left you to comply.

You exchanged simple conversations with Izumi since you find the silence deafening. Casually asking him on how is his model and idol career. But Izumi left you unanswered, so you told your College life instead.

It was only when the ice melted that he answered your inquiry. “Why ask when you already know it? You know so much about the idol and model, Sena Izumi.” Izumi was leading you. Yet you were unsure of what he meant.

“Sena Izumi is my favorite idol and model. He may be fussy and high-strung, but that’s what’s everyone like about him.” You expressed in assurance.

“That’s all? What do you like about him, then? Your own opinion.” This time, Izumi was solemn, and you didn’t like him leading you into something.

You paused for a bit. Remembering what made you like Sena Izumi? But as you try to reminisce, all you could remember were painful memories of you trying to win him over. You trying to set his eyes on you despite him being an idol. You want him selfishly for your own.

Just as the memories were too painful, your tears were falling unwillingly. The room is filled with your sobbing as you try to catch your breath. You couldn’t speak even when you formulate what you wish to say.

Tears falling down your cheeks were wiped by the person in front of you. Wiping it carefully as if you’re fragile, he asked, “What about the Sena Izumi, your childhood friend?” Again, you didn’t like that he was leading you.

“Why are you even asking me these questions, Izumi? I’ve had enough of these feelings. I don’t wanna feel them anymore.” You remove his hand away from your face, but he holds them instead.

“I’ve known you since forever and I can’t imagine my life without you. I have hurt you before, and I’m really sorry for that.” But it’s too late Izumi. Too late to start again as you’ve promised that yourself that these feelings should disappear.

“And as for Yuu-kun…” The pang in your chest was hurting. Maybe because you couldn’t deny that it’s still here. You still loved your childhood friend, despite denying it constantly.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Yuu-kun?” Izumi’s tone changed as if he was trying to tease you. Meeting a force that pushed you to lie on the couch. Your back resting on the soft part, and Izumi topping over you. Hands holding both of your wrists.

“I can’t say I hate it when you get jealous. But I never liked it when you keep your distance from me. So I’ll just say it once..” Releasing your hands from captivity, he leans on your shoulder, his breath tickling you.

“Thank you for being with me.” Arms embracing him, your tears were forming again. Not out of sadness, but from joy as you’ve received what you’ve finally wished.

“Tsk. What the heck are you crying for?” Shifting on your side, he lays your head on his arm.

He then pats your back with his vacant arm, “Just focus on my heartbeat and go to sleep, Princess.” He offered as he kisses your forehead and puts you to sleep.

This time for sure, you and your dearest knight will finally be together.

maow's notes: got inspired cos Izumi just came home ❤❤

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

-;, gloves ; itoshi rin > you can’t stand rin. he abhors you right back- at least, you're pretty sure he does, anyways.

## author's note: surprise! this was meant to be a drabble! shout out to mai for the awesome feedback i <3 u

there is no sound more grating than itoshi rin’s voice. it’s like nails on a chalkboard, a premonition of bad things to come.

his ego is insufferable. the way he looks down on everyone else is embarrassing and cruel. and he’s mean, with the way shuns anyone who tries to speak to him with his brutal words.

you, however, are lucky enough to be the top name on his hit list. he never holds back with you, his words his weapon and you his enemy. with others, he'd be content with ignoring them if they stayed out of his way. but with you? he's always hated your guts. you're not too sure why, but you're not complaining.

long before you realized who he was- (a lunatic, a loser, an egotist)- you were rather impartial to him. it was rin, first, who'd burned the barely-there bridge that lay between you. his sharp looks and uncalled-for comments had blistered your nerves and frayed your patience like it was fine thread.

he never passes on an opportunity to take a dig at you- your looks, your personality, your humor- whatever he can get, he takes. so yeah, itoshi rin hates you, and by proxy, the feeling is very much mutual.

so when he shows up in your clinic 5 minutes before closing, you are beyond annoyed.

well, it's not exactly your clinic- though, it might as well be. it's on the blue lock site, and run by an older woman who's never really there. on the rare occasions she actually showed up to work, she could usually be found in a deep slumber on one of the beds, snoozing peacefully as if there weren't injured athletes coming in every hour.

you basically ran the thing, even though you were only meant to be an apprentice. it was never a bother, though- the players of blue lock were generally not weird and not too annoying. actually, you had been having a pretty lovely day- some of the contestants you'd befriended had visited you and hung around for an hour or so, keeping you company as you tidied the small space.

it's safe to say your good mood was soured the instant a certain individual walked through the doors. the bell jingles and you snap upright from where you were sweeping debris from the floor, eyes narrowing as you saw who it was.

rin looked less than happy to be there. his arms were crossed over his chest, and his expression was flat and annoyed. his figure contrasted the blank, dark sky. past him, you could see snowdrifts lining the floor outside the clinic. you'd forgotten how cold it had been recently. if rin felt the bitter chill, he didn't show it.

he's wearing his practice attire with a navy crewneck thrown over top, and a pair of thin gloves. and he doesn't seem the slightest bit cold. you wonder if he's used to the snow- was it common where he was from?

"what're you here for?" you sound unfriendly and you don't think you'd have it any other way. his nostrils flare and he shuts the door behind him.

(as he moved, you notice a slight, strange shifting in his steps- a limp.)

"it’s not by choice, trust me,” he mutters. unceremoniously, he plops onto one of the open beds and kicks up his feet. his shoes are still on. you think he does this just to spite you.

you check the time. 5 minutes until 9 pm, until you’d finally be free to take the bus back to your apartment. you sigh and make a mental note to look up when the next bus would come.

“your leg?”

“yeah.”

you’re a bit surprised he hasn’t had anything bitter to say yet, as you examine his injury- a dark bruise forming above an undeniably sprained ankle. your fingers flutter over the darkened skin- an expanse that surpasses the main injury, spreading past his knee to his outer thigh.

you put on a poker face to hide your grimace- this must’ve hurt. and you notice that rin, too, stills under your touch. his skin burns hot and you’re not even touching him.

“do you.. have a fever?”

rin scoffs and jerks his head away so he’s not looking at you. “are you stupid? you’re the medical professional here.”

his words drip with venom and your brow furrows. you reach across him to place the back of your palm against his warm face. “you’re burning up.”

he swats your hand away with a scowl. you don’t miss the slight pink tinge to his cheeks, and your eyes widen in surprise. a smile tugs at your lips.

“looks like a nasty sprain.” you’re already back behind your desk, leaving rin alone. you busy yourself with continuing to tidy up and the force of his gaze burns into you like fire.

“okay? what do you want me to do with that information, you piece of shit pediatrician?”

your head pops out from behind the desk. “i’m not a pediatrician.”

“you seem like the kind of person who can only get along with children and not people your own age.”

a huff of air escapes you. “i get along fine with people who aren't... y'know."

he swings his legs off the bed and you give him a look. "you've gotta rest. keep that leg elevated, and put ice or pressure on it. that might hurt, though, with the bruising."

your words brought rin back to the memory of your hands ghosting his skin and he loses the steel tone to his voice. "am i free to go?"

you shrug. you would like to be meaner but you're too tired at the moment. "sure. just come back in like, a week, so i can check on you."

"you're a horrible doctor."

"i'm not a doctor."

"then you're just horrible."

something tells you that rin is too tired to argue, as well, because he's all bark and no bite. his attempts make you laugh and you think you're either going crazy or can see a ghost of a smile creasing his face. you blink and it's gone- but he's still there.

"are you gonna go?"

"i will," he starts defensively, "just waiting for you."

he blinks like his words surprised even himself. you tilt your head. "how very polite."

"of course. wouldn't want anyone to catch a glimpse of your face and then wither away and die."

"oh. nevermind."

he stands up and tries to hide how he winces when his injured leg hits the floor. you watch him slide on his gloves warily. "you done cleaning or what?"

"i'm done."

"come on, then."

you're not sure what changed. maybe the snow that had been falling earlier that day had gotten inhaled and stuck in between his neurons. he hadn't stopped staring at you since he'd entered the clinic, either. he's never been so normal around you. you glance at him as he opens the door for you and there's a heaviness under his eyes- he's tired.

oh. that explains it. itoshi rin does hate you- he's just too exhausted to be bitchy about it. something in you wilts, but you hate him too so you pay it no mind.

the both of you walk in silence until you're about halfway through the property, your negativity brewing like tea in a kettle. it's close to indescribable, how you feel. you want to talk to rin. but he wouldn't want to talk to you. and you shouldn't, you really shouldn't want to like this annoying, insufferable, arrogant piece of human garbage.

"where's your apartment?" he asks.

(your kettle boils over.)

"not far. 10 minutes out."

he nods. you expect the walk to continue in silence until he speaks again. (you hate to admit that you are so, so happy it doesn't.)

"i didn't mean to make you miss your bus."

you snort a laugh and he glances over at you. "is that an apology?"

and suddenly, he can't meet your eyes. oh. it was. you shift your gaze and he suddenly looks very small and uncomfortable, walking next to you. "i'd rather you see me than just go home for that. it's my job. i don't mind."

"i thought you said you weren't a doctor."

"i'm definitely not."

an air of tension shattered with that brief conversation. the ice in the air had melted, and you weren't too sure what to make of it. you pretended to not see the way rin's eyes never left your figure as he continued walking in silence beside you.

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the bus station is quiet and empty. the whisper of the wind forces a shiver out of you as the icy air licks your skin. rin's gaze flits over you the way it has so many times that day, as you take a seat on the bench.

checking the time on your phone, you see that it's a good 10 minutes until the bus' arrival. you bite the inside of your cheek. "thank you for walking me."

"mhm."

rin remains standing, arms crossed.

"especially with your fucked up leg."

"it's not fucked up."

at this, you laugh again. he half-glares at you but there's something softer lingering in his expression- something you don't recognize. "i'm a doctor. you can't lie to me about these things."

"so now you're a doctor?"

"i'm more of one than you."

his brow furrows and he sits on your left. "that doesn't make any sense. of course you are."

"my point exactly."

he sighs but you think he might be fighting a smile. and you're hit with a strange feeling because there's no way that this is the same boy that you've held a grudge against since the day you met him.

he's easy to talk to, even if he doesn't have the most creative replies. he'd caring, even if he doesn't outright show it. you wonder what else you could learn about the enigma that is itoshi rin tonight.

and then you feel even stranger, because he hates you. there's no way around it. he glares at you at any given chance, he calls you demeaning things, he hasn't said a kind word to you, he's never even spared you a glance until tonight.

you wonder what changed, as you look at him. he turns his gaze to you and electricity sparks as your eyes meet. he opens his mouth. he closes it. and then he speaks.

"are you cold?"

you blink in surprise, because you were cold, to the bone, shivering like a leaf in the wind. you're fully dressed and wearing the warmest sweater you could find, but your hands are still reddened with frost. you're kind of impressed by how rin seems unaffected.

"a little," you lie. he sighs and you watch in silence as he peels off his right glove and hands it to you.

"here."

you blink down at the worn, black glove before sliding it onto your right hand. "thanks."

and your heart stutters, and then stops, because he reaches down without looking and holds your bare hand with his. his skin is warm to the touch and you swear you can hear his heartbeat lurch in his wrist. you look at him and he keeps staring straight ahead.

he runs hot, you realize, which is probably why he was able to bear the temperatures outside. did he even need gloves? why was he wearing this?

and then, it hits you: did he plan this?

you hate itoshi rin, but you let him hold your hand as you walk through the snow-covered paths. you hate itoshi rin, but you're holding hands and wearing his glove, alone together as you wait for your bus.

you hate itoshi rin and he hates you, but he shifts closer to you and you feel the fight leaving your body.

you bite your lip before you speak, hesitantly addressing the situation: "you're holding my hand."

as soon as the words leave your mouth you want to hit yourself. rin raises an eyebrow. "yeah."

"why?"

you see how rin's face flushes pink in the night and how his ears are practically emitting smoke. he doesn't reply, but you feel his grip loosening in yours- you tighten your hold. he doesn't pull away.

"i thought you hated me."

at this, rin blanches. "what?"

you shrug. "yeah."

he blinks at you, and then he looks away. "no."

"you don't hate me?"

"no."

you purse your lips. "you suck at talking to people."

he glares at you. "i don't hate you."

the eye contact makes you shiver. "then why are you... like that?"

"like what?"

"you're... like, mean."

at this, your companion looks away. embarrassment colours his features and you're upset because he looks cute. "i don't mean to be."

"oh?"

it's silent for a beat until he continues. "you're just.. i dunno."

a sly smile crosses your face as you try to ease the tension. "what, don't tell me i make you nervous, rin!"

but he doesn't reply, opting to stare straight into the distance. oh.

oh.

"you don't hate me," you say slowly, like you're contemplating it, before grinning. "wonderful. i was getting sick of disliking you back."

he's still holding your hand, and you give it a squeeze. rin's eyes widen and you could almost laugh at how out of character all this was.

"cool."

"yep. awesome."

a bright light appears, and your bus is here. the both of you stand, neither willing to disconnect your hands. you eventually pull out of his grasp, and he looks a bit like a lost dog.

with a short laugh, you plant your hands on his jaw and place a short, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek, leaving him redder than he was to begin with.

he opens his mouth for a few seconds before finally finding his words as you step towards the open bus doors. "text me when you're home?"

"yeah. yeah, i will. goodnight, rin."

"goodnight", he says back, but you're already gone. the bus drives away and he is left reeling, head spinning, heart roaring, absolutely, positively infatuated.

it's not until the cold night winds strike his bare hand does rin realize- you still have his glove.

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

CONGRATS NATSUNN, ONE OF MYFAV OOMFIES OMG !! YOU MADE IT <333 I'M VERY PROUD OF UUU

who wants to be the 400th body in my basement

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

16. “Thank you” | “for what?” | “for coming into my life” (Itoshi Rin)

request from @tsukishiro-yue2402 thank you for requesting. no header photo bcs my storage is slowly dying haha…

i don’t really expect this to get much attention since most of my rin post didn’t but either way i enjoyed writing this and that’s all that matters.

mistakes will be corrected once i reread, lowercase intended, no specified gender.

Itoshi Rin, he was a talented boy but not most people had approached him since most people find him intimidating and hard to communicate with.

so itoshi rin had always been alone because he claims friends to be a distraction for him to beat his brother. but what shocked him the most was that there was this one person who just approached him out of nowhere.

they were known as the transferee student. the moment they arrived in the school, they were immediately liked and loved by other people. rumors and gossips spread like wildfire in the whole school. it hasn’t even been a day and there’s already alot of rumors of this person.

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hugs4shizu

2 years ago

caved in and redrew her fs2 too (open the pic for better quality)