In Which: Alhaitham Resorts To Lying On Top Of You In Order To Get You Speaking To Him Again.

UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS 

TO EACH OTHER

❝  i love you.  and i know you don’t feel that way about me and that’s okay i just.  i wanted to get to say it at least once.  ❞

❝  what are you talking about—   of course i love you?  ❞

❝  but i do love you.  i always have.  i just thought you didn’t feel that way so i never said anything.  ❞

❝  look i…i do care about you.  a lot.  and i wish i could love you that way.  i really do but i just,  i’ve never seen you like that.  ❞ 

❝  …you love me?  ❞ 

❝  why didn’t you ever say anything?  ❞

❝  i did!  i loved you.  and i thought you didn’t feel that way so i moved on.  i’m with someone now.  why…why did you wait so long?  ❞

❝  why did you wait so long to tell me how you feel?  ❞

❝  i love you!   okay?  i’ve been so fucking in love with you for longer than i can remember.  ❞

❝  you should have told me how you felt.  ❞

❝  actually i…there was a little while there where i had this horrible crush on you.  if i’d known this was how you were feeling i would’ve gone for it.  ❞

❝  please don’t say it.  i know you don’t love me.  i don’t expect you to,  but just.  don’t make me have to hear you say it.  ❞

❝  i’ve loved you for so long…i don’t remember what it was like to not be in love with you.  ❞

❝  i can’t say no to you.  and it’s just not fair.  ❞

❝  please,  don’t be cruel.  i love you.  like really love you.  so if i’m just some passing curiosity for you…don’t.  don’t say anything at all. ❞

❝  you don’t get it.  i want the whole package with you. i don’t wanna be some fling you forget about in a few months.  ❞

❝  do you know how long i’ve waited for you?  ❞

❝  i don’t need you to love me back.  i just want you to be able to accept that this is how i feel.  ❞

❝  why did you think i wouldn’t love you back?  ❞

❝  will you just slow down a minute!  i’m trying to tell you i love you too.  ❞

❝  i wouldn’t have been messing around with anyone else if i knew about this sooner.  ❞

❝  will you stop crying so i can kiss you already?  ❞

❝  honestly i’d never thought about it…i just need time to think it over.  ❞

❝  i hadn’t ever taken the time to think about it.  but…that doesn’t mean i couldn’t love you.  ❞

❝  i just need to know.  do you love me?  or have i just been making this all in my head?  ❞

❝  i love you.  please don’t say anything yet.  you don’t need to say anything. ❞

❝  no—  they weren’t lying.  i do.  i love you.  but i didn’t want you to find out like that.  i didn’t want you find out at all,  actually.  ❞

❝  look can you just forget about it?  okay?  yeah i’m in love with you.  big deal.  it happens.  ❞

❝  yes i love you.  i’ll get over it.  ❞

❝  are you…are you really over me?  cause,  that’d actually really suck because i’m not over you.  ❞

❝  look,  i know you love me.  but you shouldn’t.  ❞

❝  you are far too good to love someone like me.  you’ll find someone better.  ❞

TO/FROM A THIRD PARTY

❝  if that’s how you feel about them why not just say it?  take a chance.  wouldn’t you rather know one way or the other?  ❞

❝  this whole time i didn’t see them…i didn’t see what was right in front of me and now it might be too late.   ❞

❝  i love them so much it hurts.  ❞

❝  love shouldn’t hurt this much.  this whole thing is just consuming you in a way that isn’t healthy.  ❞

❝  you either need to make a move or let them go.  ❞

❝  this isn’t good for you.  you can’t keep pouring yourself into someone who doesn’t even know you exist.  ❞

❝  you do see how they look at you,  right?  ❞

❝  don’t you realize they’ve been in love with you for years?  ❞

❝  they love you,  dumbass.  ❞

❝  look i’m so fed up with everyone knowing you two love each other except you.  go kiss them or shut the fuck up about it.  ❞

❝  just take a chance.  you might be surprised.  ❞

ACTIONS/SCENARIOS

[ CONFESSION ]  for sender to interrupt receiver’s confession of love by kissing them. 

[ CONFESSED ]  for receiver to interrupt sender’s confession of love by kissing them. 

[ STOP ]  for sender to try and walk away,  afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but receiver grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss. 

[ STOPPING ]  for receiver to try and walk away,  afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but sender grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss. 

[ CONFRONTING ]  for receiver to confront sender after a third party told receiver that sender is in love with them. 

[ DRAMATICS ]  for a near death experience to drive receiver to confess their feelings to sender. 

[ SEE ]  for receiver to be hurt and realize sender loves them because of the way they’re taking care of them. 

[ EAVESDROP ]  for receiver to overhear a conversation where sender talks about their feelings for them. 

[ HUSH ]  for sender to ramble about their feelings and how they know it isn’t requited only for receiver to put a hand over their mouth so they’ll be quiet long enough for them to explain they love them too. 

[ AWAKEN ]  for receiver to not think they feel the same way but realize after a simple hookup with sender that they’re in love with them to. 

[ CASUAL ]  for sender to want to sleep with receiver to get it out of their system.  but receiver winds up catching feelings to because of it. 

[ TENSION ]  for muses who have been pining for each other to finally have sex for the first time. 

[ BREAK ]  sender can’t take it anymore and kisses receiver out of nowhere. 

[ FREE ]  receiver can’t take it anymore and kisses sender out of nowhere. 

[ TRY ]  sender has confessed their feelings and receiver tries kissing them to see how they feel.  

[ TRYING ]  receiver has confessed their feelings and sender tries kissing them to see how they feel. 

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What do apologies mean to someone who doesn't believe them? [Howl Pendragon x Reader]

summary: although you've actually forgotten what he did to upset you earlier that day, you weren't going to give him the delight of forgiving him just yet.

to know: 17+ for suggestive themes + tons of kissing, no pronouns so everyone can read!, probably around 700-800 words.

"Are you still mad at me?"

An old chair groaned and the fire crackled once or twice as Howl loaded it with a few more logs, nudging them into a neat formation with a long piece of iron. Calcifer was far into dreamland, hiding far below and betwixt the hearty slabs of wood until the first light of the morning, or until Sophie started making a ruckus on the stove. Besides the occasional comment from Howl, not at all hushed or considerate to Calcifer, or his chair crying out from his fidgeting, the entire castle was at ease, at peace, asleep.

Howl was the exception to all of this, of course, finding your silence to be disconcerting and unbearable despite his attempts to make his unrest clearly apparent. You simply sat there in Sophie's old wicker-backed rocker, the one chair in the castle that didn't make a bunch of noise, absently flicking through the pages of your catalogue. There was no real reading you'd get done with Howl being an incessant brat trying to weasel himself into your good graces.

To be honest though, you had forgotten what had set you off earlier, only remembering that Howl quickly got miffed by your response and the majority of the day was spent with you out in Market Chipping, whereas he sulked in his room with his many thousands of doodads. By evening time, your frustrations had slipped off of you like water, yet couldn't bring yourself to admit so to Howl.

Awful as it might've been, sometimes that man needed to sweat a little.

So, you kept listening to his chair squeal as he tipped onto two legs, his heels pressing into the face of the hearth to keep himself from toppling forward. A couple of times now you glanced sideways just as he craned his head back, glistening blond hair falling away from his face as he looked at you, doubtlessly hoping to see you looking back. You always pretended the fashionable pictures in your catalogue stole your gaze away.

"You are so cruel to me, so much worse than the grouchy witch living with us." Howl lamented with a sigh, picking up his head to stare on into the dimming embers. "What do you want me to do? Was dinner not enough? Are you going to ask me to beg? I won't do it."

You rolled your jaw hard enough to make it crack, still somehow keeping your composure as more pages fluttered against your fingertips. "Stop being ridiculous. I just want you to apologize."

He gave a troubled look. "Again? Three- or was it four- times wasn't good for you? Any more and you're going to use up all my apologies for the year."

You let the catalogue flip shut, moving it aside to the pile on the ground before standing from the chair. "I want something sincere, not you just apologizing to say you were, Howell. I'm going to my room, goodnight."

His expression was unreadable when you gave him a final look, shaking your head while turning for the stairs. The chair never made a noise as you ascended to the next floor, though truthfully the wails of the worn boards flexing underfoot would've been enough to drown out most of anything from downstairs.

Once changing to your pajamas in the bathroom, snuffing the candles for the night on your way out with an armload of clothes against you, a jolt raced down your spine to find the candles in your room already alight, casting dancing shadows on the adjacent walls in the hallway. You didn't even make it all the way inside your bedroom before Howl had you by the forearm and pulled you the rest of the way.

He was quick to toss aside the clothes in your arms, gently edging your back against the now-closed door, pushing himself flush to you and stooping his shoulders and head to press a hard kiss to your lips. He kissed you like that again and again and again, so many times that you relented early on by coiling your arms around his neck, managing discreet smiles between every kiss.

"You naughty thing, you don't think I didn't figure out what you were up to?" He touched his lips to yours again, briefly and with a loud smack. "It's like you really don't know me at all. Shame on you."

It was hard to stifle the laugh in your throat when he changed his focus to your cheeks, peppering those kisses to your ear, jaw, and neck while his arms roamed the back of you with far too much eagerness.

You let the back of your head hit the wall, taking in a breath through your nostrils as he worked his way across your skin. "To be fair, I was pretty upset at you earlier. I... forget what for. It was petty of me to keep it going, I'm sorry."

His lips stopped on your neck, simply caressing your skin for a moment before he lifted his face away to look into your eyes. Time didn't do much in way of desensitizing the way your gut fluttered, ears blooming with heat he'd look upon you with such sincerity. The depth of darkness in the room was only penetrated by the gentle glow of candles dotted throughout, one nearby enough to make shadows sway across his face and make his blue eyes seem more like glittering crystals.

"I've lied to you twice today," he started, assuring that his arms were firm against you. "The first lie you have my word I'll never do again, and the second was just a while ago when I told you I would never beg. If it meant you would forgive me, always look at me as you are now, I would do anything you'd ask of me... more or less..."

"Howl--"

"I'm sorry. Can you hear it in my voice? Do you believe me when I say it you now?" He kissed you again, and then one more time. "I'm sorry."

He only stopped kissing you when the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, even then he still held you in his arms.

a/n: hope you enjoyed! this was just writing practice for me tonight, but if you did enjoy it would mean a lot for yall to interact or reblog!!

the strongest

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader

▸ 19k words (um. what)

▸ strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn romance, major angst, fluff, a lot of hurt/comfort

▸ warnings: gojo, spoilers for jjk ch. 65 onwards (gojo’s past arc) and set before jjk vol. 0, references to character death, blood, injury, violence, a bit of swearing, descriptions of trauma and grief, mention of a heart disease, mention of abandonment, mention of overdosage

▸ this fic was born out of my unending awe for the way yuuta’s story in vol. 0 was told because i unironically loved gojo’s line “love is the most twisted curse of all” when he theorized how rika was cursed. i started this fic in 2021 and continued to write for it, little by little, until i can finally say it’s finished. part of my soul rests in this for i love it more each time i reread it.

through a mission he initially perceived as a chore, gojo finds that protecting you was no simple task, especially when things like emotions, responsibility, and morality are thrown into the mix

gojo hates missions like this. it’s the kind where he has to practice patience, discipline, and a plethora of other textbook virtues he never got around to understanding. if he had a choice, he’d get a reassignment in a heartbeat—exorcising a hundred curses in a night seemed a whole lot better than this. after all, gojo works best with his one-track mind backed by his most simplistic philosophy: kill or be killed.

but in missions like this, gojo is constrained by a number of obligations. he has to tune into his surroundings, make sure no civilian is harmed, be mindful about damage to public facilities, blah blah blah. the stakes are higher when it involves other people, he’s told, but gojo couldn’t care less. everything a jujutsu sorcerer does is already for the sake of the world, so did he really have to be so mindful all the damn time?

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Hello hello hello, I'm here to ask for like headcanons or an imagine (or whatever, idk, can you tell I've never requested a fic in my entire life) about Luka slowly realizing he actually has feelings for someone? Like genuine ones? I'm not super duper into Alien Stage but I imagine him being super fake (and manipulative lol) especially when it comes to dating. Like, I don't even think he would get into a relationship if he doesn't get something out of it, but what if he, y'know, slowly starts to realize he actually likes the person he's with? Like how would he deal with that and stuff 🫣

GOLDEN BOY, BROKEN GLASS, MAY THE SUN SHINE ON YOU !!

premise— it’s hard to know, to realize, that he has fallen in love, not when the genuine concept of it has been slowly eradicated and painted into something twisted and cruel by the hands of these aliens; alternatively, what he’s like slowly falling in love and coming to terms with it. content tags and warnings — pairing: luka (w/ gender-neutral reader) | kind of established relationship, not an alternative universe, slight angst with fluff, i fucking hate you heperu (heperu is luka’s guardian alien) | wc: 0.7k ; headcanons

"jellyfish"— i was listening to sad music so now this came out as sad

The ‘love’ LUKA had received from Heperu was the only love he had known and so, he views the world around him in the same lens, carving his heart out of the same rotten wood that was used to create his being. What can he do in the face of something so tender, so sharp, so gentle, like needles stabbing into his hands but caressing him sweetly all the same?

Was love meant to be as draining as this? Was it meant to tire and wear out his bones? Was it meant to make his heart clench, thorns ripping at his throat? Was it meant to make him reach his hand out for you, to let his touch linger across your skin, to always seek the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his? It’s a little strange, the odd ‘pain’ in his chest blurring into an unfamiliar feeling of comfort and warmth. He’s not one to run away at the face of such unusual feelings, but maybe he’ll turn away from it, to dismiss it as nothing (it’s not what Heperu taught him).

When did his eyes start to follow you everywhere you go? When did he begin to wish to chase the shooting stars, despite the constricting feeling on his throat, just so he could have the chance to see you, bare and flawed underneath the same skies that had forsaken him, that had abandoned you? He never had seen the problem of hurting others or being hurt as long as it is meant for him, for his own good, but when he sees twist in your expression, the hollow in your eyes, the tremble of your lips, he’s suddenly bitter and thorned. He tries to be kind, in ways that he knows of, in ways that he has seen, experienced, and learned.

To be seen as nothing but manipulative and cunning with his princely and charming demeanor, to be seen as a blank slate, to be seen only on the surface of his sweet smiles that never seem to reach his eyes. But it’s better to be misunderstood than to have you see the wretched and tangled strands that is sewn to create the fabric of his existence, to be viewed under the same limelight he is being put beneath than to have you notice the bleakness of color in his golden eyes that rivals the sun—except his light never exists, only when he gazes at you does it ever shine.

It’s hard to understand him either—not when he cannot understand himself also. He wishes to take away all of your pain, all of your problems and worries, to have you rely on him and only on him, to view the world in your eyes, to cup your cheeks in his hands and press his lips against yours (he has heard of the act of kissing, a strange way to convey and pour one’s desire, adoration, and love to another). He’ll lie down on the grass with you and watch the stars, he’ll listen to your songs and music, he’ll let you put those red flowers found in the Anakt Garden on his hair.

Maybe he does and say such things in the name of ‘control’, ‘possession’, ‘obsession’, or anything that can be used to label whatever reason he has just so he could see that pretty shade that adorns your cheeks, the smile that etches across your lips, the sound that bubbles out of your throat, the eyes that glimmer when you look at him. Maybe it’s just those feeble things that make him feel humane, that makes him break away from the shackles that binds him to the image of ‘Luka, the star’, that makes him realize that he does adore you.

(Whatever this fragile bond you share with him, built on weak foundations of the love he has known and the love you have shared, fragile and fleeting like glass teetering on the edge, he’ll seize it, he’ll shape it, and he’ll make it unbreakable—he’ll make it real, he’ll make it his.)

He likes to believe that he deserves the kind of love he has yet to know of, out of the clutches of Heperu and into the warmth of your own. To hold it into his hands, tightly, unrelenting, never letting go—contorting into control as long as it is his.

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꒰ ☆ : seeing you in a wedding dress

꒰ ★ : shikanoin heizou, kunikuzushi

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shikanoin heizou [鹿野院 平蔵]

ah, weddings… the union between two individual to journey through the remainder of their lives facing every high and low, and in sickness and in health together side by side. the silver band slithered around your finger acts as the ultimate symbol of love and companionship. unfortunately, majority seem to forget how stressful it is behind the scenes. although well-known due to the many bridezilla jokes made over the years, it was never taken seriously.

heizou was grateful your best friend and her fiancée had yet to succumb to the pressure when they begged for your help in tending to their wedding plans. it is one of your many duties as her maid of honor. she did a superb job at keeping her emotions at bay; however, if he squints hard enough, he could spot her eye twitch when the dress shop clerk tried to recommend other dresses while they wait for you.

he didn’t know if this was a part of the process but he didn’t bother to question it when she decided to shove you inside the dressing room, insisting you try on the bridal gown you were evidently admiring. as they sat there, she not so subtly circles around the question of when he intends on tying the knot with you.

it felt like he was under police interrogation with the slew of questions she threw at him.

was this what his suspects felt when he grilled them for any answers? he thought, as your best friend proceeds to shake him for more information about your relationship and if he’s got plans to take it to the next level.

“uh… guys?”

it was as if time itself slowed down when you shyly step out wearing the white garment. everything and everyone seems to fade into the background as his olive eyes traces your figure. you were… bewitching to take in. heart pounds in his chest while his cheeks flush red. he couldn’t find it in him to speak. the words dried up in his mouth the moment he cast his sight on you.

it was like falling in love with you for the first time again.

it was like he went back in time and he was that starry-eyed and bushy-tailed college kid who was struck with the grand epiphany that the funny, warm feeling he felt whenever you graced him with your company was love. his palms begin to sweat and he lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding.

i can’t believe you’re mine, he internally sighs, as the tips of his ears turn a deep pink.

“oh, my goodness!” your best friend squeals, and nears you you to wrap your arm around hers. she faces you towards the mirror to see your reflection. despite being stressed out by her schedule today, a wave of emotions wash over her as it sinks that she was about to enter a new chapter of her life with you.

wiping the tears off the corner of her eyes, she shows you a toothy grin. “look at you! look at us!”

she glances at heizou to see his reaction on you wearing the bridal dress, might even tease him to say something, anything! for a chatterbox, he surprisingly kept silent for the past minute. no one heard a peep out of him. she soon finds out when she spies how fondly he drinks in your image from his seat. she’d have to be blind or in denial to ignore the way too obvious look for adoration on his face.

she can’t help but silently wish that you catch her bouquet at the wedding reception.

“god, you left him speechless!” she wiggles her brows. your hands immediately cover your face. you want to dismiss her juvenile taunts, howbeit, when you peeked through your fingers, you were stunned to see she wasn’t exaggerating at all.

the lone thought swimming in heizou’s mind on a loop right was “i’m gonna marry her some day…” and he had a stupid, lovesick smile to match it too.

kunikuzushi [scaramouche]

“and what the hell are you doing?!”

suffice to say, you’re a hopeless romantic at heart. growing up, you read through stacks on top of stacks of fairytales to pass time—each one held near and dear to you. its tellings of ‘happily ever after’s mesmerized you. you had your head in the clouds as you fantasize about meeting your ‘one true love’ who’d take your hand and whisk you away to your own happy ending.

and you did… sort of?

you found your handsome prince charming, though, he was less than kind and grouchier than the grinch himself. while he hasn’t carried you off into the sunset to spend your both of your lives in unadulterated domestic bliss, you were very hopeful to say it was a work in progress.

he loves you.

and you know deep down that he’d do anything for you and your happiness. therefore, you had a big chance of swaying his current perspective on marriage and weddings.

again, he loves you.

if he wanted to make you his bride, he would’ve done it at a moment’s notice. he couldn’t understand for the life of him why you’d want to rush your relationship. your clear fixation on marriage annoyed him to no end. to him, you already have good thing going on, why ruin it? you knew you were it for each other, what was the point of planning a gaudy, and unreasonably expensive, ceremony?

it’ll do nothing but leave you swimming in loans! now that’s for sure!

still, it didn’t stop you from dreaming or talking about it day in and day out. and without a fail, you’d get a glare or a loud scoff from him. but did that ever stop you? of course not. whether he wanted to deal with it or not, you spiraled down into your wedding fever, which only worsens thanks to your cousin recently announcing his engagement.

life just loves to get on his nerves, no?

you didn’t hesitate to offer your assistance when you heard his best man was unavailable. while you were able to evade your boyfriend’s suspicions during the days leading up, you should’ve known better because, unbeknownst to you, your cousin invited him to have dinner with both of you and alas, it led him to arrive at the most inopportune time.

“i can explain!”

you ramble excuse after excuse, however, none of it reaches his ears. it puzzled you to see him silent for once. normally, he wouldn’t waste a second later to—gently—scold you for your latest shenanigan. instead he stands dumbfounded, as his eyes roam over your figure. how does he respond to this exactly?

you were dressed in a… bridal gown? the nth one within the hour whereas your cousin checks his chosen selection from the other side of the store with the clerk’s aid.

“now i know i promised that i wouldn’t do anything wedding related or talk about it; and i know that you’re probably mad at me right now, so why don’t you go on ahead and get it over with?” your eyes squeeze shut, almost bracing yourself for impact.

it didn’t come.

to your surprise, your boyfriend stutters a weak, “y-you’re… you’re beautiful,” before facing the ground, away from your prying gaze.

“oh, my gosh…” you gasp, “you like me in a wedding dress… which means that we’re gonna get married one day… which means i can finally talk about it without you getting grumpy with me!” falling into one of your many musings about your dream wedding.

kunikuzushi grunts in reply before he struts over to you and hauls you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. he plops your body behind the dressing stall then closes the curtains mid-conversation. out of sight, out of mind, right?

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what have you done to me? cyno wonders, tearing his eyes away from your figure. it's tough, he thinks. it's tough looking at his worksheet when you're right there.

ah, wait—there he goes again, thinking of you in ways that friends shouldn't. you've always been right there, next to him, so how is it different now?

your arm brushes with his and cyno's heart nearly hurls from his throat.

wait, what?

blinking furiously, the boy begins to rub his temples out of spite. no way, he broods, no way. no way the brush of your arm got his heart soaring and no way—no way you...

nevermind.

"cyno," you say, and the boy nearly chokes on his own spit as his hands fly from his temples to the table, attention owed fully to you, because archons, you've always had it.

damn you, [name], is all cyno thinks.

"what?" in an attempt to mask his emotions, the boy's voice comes out harsher than anticipated, but oh, you can hear it in the silence: the soft edge to his words and the way his tone quiets a little as he speaks to you. look at him, look at him, dammit—look at him and see the way his vermilion eyes melt into pools of roses, dripping petals trickling with affection but archons, it can't be.

cyno doesn't have time to love, much less love you. you, who have been in his world but now own it. you, who have been his friend from elementary to high school, who have been his friend.

cyno doesn't love you; he never will.

"i need help." pouting, you point bluntly at the easiest math equation cyno has ever seen in his life, but still, he gives in.

he gives in because you're his friend, and not because the way your eyes droop a little makes his heart weep; not because he relishes in your attention and the way your eyes (oh, those lovely eyes) meet his fully because no one, no one, would dare to look at the cyno in the eyes.

no one but you.

"well," cyno pauses to examine your work, "some things just aren't adding up."

the boy resists a smirk once you glare at him, because archon, the way your lips curl into a feigned frown and your eyebrows narrow a little is simply so...

he shakes his head.

"you need to stop making jokes like that," you say, and his heart nearly stops. "i'm a fragile flower, you're treating me so rudely!"

he snorts, heart regaining its tempo from the false alarm because oh, oh, cyno would never dare to anger you—not when the possibility of the feigned pout on your face becoming real hurts him more than he'd like to admit.

"you're more like a weed," he comments dryly.

"i'm able to withstand even the harshest of conditions."

"and are a pain to remove." shrugging, cyno has to turn away from your prying gaze in order to calm the fervency of his heart because oh, there you go again, giving him that glare and all your attention—it's all his, dammit.

"here's my notebook, i have the examples written down," he says before handing you the papers. he can't take it anymore—he can't take the rage of his heart and the way it cries, it cries a pitiful tune, it cries your favorite tune and weeps whenever you don't notice.

you've hexed him, you've cast a spell on him and cyno—the top of the entire graduating class—has been reduced to a fool. but this isn't normal, he thinks, because we're friends. best friends, even.

do best friends click their tongue when your gaze leaves him? do best friends bite their inner cheek in envy as your attention now belongs to his notes instead of him?

cyno looks at you—the you whose attention belongs to something else, as per usual. cyno knows the direction of your gaze and knows when it's on him, he knows when you stare at someone or something else, he knows and knows, and archon, does it hurt.

oh, is it too presumptuous of him to wish for your attention solely to himself? is it too ambitious, to outlandish for him to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could be the subject of your gaze, too?

"[name]," he says. he says your name, he says it just to say it. he says your name as practice for the future because even if the world were ending tomorrow, it would be the first thing he'd think of. cyno says your name, albeit quietly, because he would never dare to soil its owner.

"what?" you respond, not looking up. cyno taps your elbow.

then, you glance up at him.

and then, his thumb swipes against his chest. archon, he thinks, it's crazy. his heart is threatening to spill from his mouth and decorate you in the adorations he's kept to himself—his ribs are threatening to implode because oh, he's yours, he's yours, dammit, so do what you want.

"nothing."

you roll your eyes, and cyno sheds a barely noticeable smile.

you've ruined him—you've broken him down and built a palace of you. cyno doesn't know when or how, but the way you return to his notes only makes him wonder: when will i capture their attention fully?

when will you realize the muse you've created? when will you realize that you've painted the "canvas of cyno" a myriad of your favorite colors, your favorite shows, your favorite things?

and then, his heart stops.

oh, archon. he flicks his forearm. what am i thinking?

you're his friend; nothing more.

→ next chapter, interlude: what you've done to me

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Angst/fluff Prompt List

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“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

Lost

“…Whumpee,” said Teammate, voice barely climbing above a whisper. “Look. Look up. Look at me. Please look at me.”

“I don’t think he can hear you, Teammate,” said Medic. “He’s been like this since we got here…”

“Please, Whumpee,” said Teammate, ignoring Medic and collapsing onto their knees in the dusty cell in front of Whumpee’s thin, curled form as they searched Whumpee’s face for signs of recognition “Look me in the eye. Please.”

Ever so carefully, Teammate reached out and pulled Whumpee’s chin a little higher, but the rest of Whumpee remained motionless, his half-lidded eyes unblinking and unfocused.

“It’s me. It’s Teammate. Can you hear me? We’ll get you out of here soon, but Whumpee, can you blink, or twitch your fingers, or give me any kind of sign?”

The lack of any response to any of the questions from Whumpee burned like a dark, hot flame in Teammate’s gut. 

“Whumpee, please…”

Medic laid a careful hand on Teammate’s shoulder. “We lost him such a long time ago, Teammate. Look at what was done to him. Think how long he’s been here. It’s more likely than not that he’s never coming back–”

A single finger curled around Teammate’s wrist, making the chains around Whumpee’s wrists jangle, and Medic broke off sharply. 

Teammate didn’t bother to look up.

Tired eyes were searching their face.

“Whumpee,” Teammate whispered, not blinking, hardly breathing. “Whumpee.”

“…Teammate,” Whumpee rasped back.