Uh Racing Au??

Confessing

A/N: Yeah I'm taking JJK characters! I haven't written for Toge before and tbh I'm a little shaky on his personality, so sorry it's a little short, but I hope this is good! Accidentally posted early so had to remake it 😬

Featuring: GN reader || Inumaki Toge x reader

Warnings: just some fluff

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Confessing feelings with Toge is a trip, to be honest. Whether it's you confessing, or him confessing to you, it's a bit of an awkward mess to start, but it's sure to be a memorable start to your relationship.

If Toge is the one confessing, it takes quite a bit of effort on his part. Given his limited safe vocabulary, no amount of saying "salmon roe" or "bonito flakes" will be sufficient in getting his point across, not to mention it takes some of the romance out of the moment. So instead, he'll focus on his actions primarily, to make sure everything is perfect and his intentions are clear. You're his crush, of course he doesn't want to make a fool of himself.

He does enjoy cooking here and there, so he'd invite you over to cook together, maybe making silly faces with the ingredients to make you laugh. It'd be a fun filled afternoon, playing video games or watching something, spending quality time together while he works up the courage to finally show his true feelings.

The true moment comes when he brings out maybe something personalized, something that can show his words in the way he can't verbalize to you safely, like a cookie or other sweet treat with his confession on it, perhaps with some flowers.

If you're the one confessing, you'll have to be clear about your feelings. Although Toge is naturally very intuitive, given he is a natural born jujutsu sorcerer with a long family lineage, he is also still a teenage boy with his mind focused on developing his skills rather than romance.

So when you first confess that you like him, he's a little confused. You two are friends, of course you should like each other?? Once he understands what you really meant, however, expect to see his cheeks turn red and his eyes become the size of dinner plates. His limited speech turns into speechlessness until he can gather his thoughts to respond to you, his mind way up in the sky.

Once you've gotten him back down to Earth, things are a little awkward as you two accept it all, and he might ask you to repeat what you said he's still processing that you have the same feelings as him (and he likes how it sounds). But after that, be prepared for a very sweet turn in your relationship together now that your feelings are out in the open.

Tagging: @saturnvamp @watyousayin

category : 米哈游 原神 work title : another woman claims to be his girlfriend?

with a subtle bow of your head, you raise the teacup to your awaiting lips, a veil of porcelain disguising the laughter that threatened to escape. how absurd… you muse, as you savor a sip of your tea.

far across — two tables away, there sits one of the new acts of lyney and lynette’s show. she was interesting, to say the least. she sings tall tales with intricate detail, weaving major falsehoods about the nature of her relationship with him.

her words describe his love confession, demanding they be together because he couldn’t bear a day without her. she didn’t fail to mention how his sister adores her and refers to her as ‘my future sister-in-law.’

the outlandish narrative lasts with an overt nudge about his frequent visits to her dressing room after every show, which you tune out due to its unsavory implications.

most women would have risen from their seats, confronting her for spewing fantasies about their lover; not you, though. instead, you stay rooted in your place, your curiosity piqued for what else she might spin.

you were engrossed, and if you were to be fully honest, you would’ve readily admit to the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping on the mundane conversations of strangers. your penchant for gossip was shared with your lover, turning it into an unusual pastime. it was a fun exchange of information over cups of coffee or tea, normally ending with one of you left scandalized by what was said. archons, were you excited to tell him about what you overhead…

“do you swear not to say a word about this to another living soul?” her voice hushed to a near whisper, but it still carries to those within earshot.

“of course! right, ladies?” one of the women quips, with the other two chiming in agreement, creating a chorus of “yes!” and “we’ll keep quiet!”

“if you say so…” she takes a deep breath, as if the weight of her revelation was a heavy burden about to be lifted. “lyney and i are dating…” her shoulders then turn slack, exhibiting the instant wave of relief that washes over her.

you couldn’t help it; a snort of amusement passes your lips. it earned you a few disapproving glances from the nearby patrons, chastising your lack of propriety in a public setting.

she embarks on an exhausting tangent, yakking on the long months she had to weather before she could have confided in her dear friends about her supposed private affair.

she emphasized how lyney insisted on maintaining it under wraps for over a year — eh, wrong! the twins met her for the first time five months ago — out of his desire to protect her from the clutches of obsessed fans and admirers.

the longer she spoke, the closer her stories cross into more ridiculous territory. at one point, she spun a yarn about his grandiose profession of love for their anniversary, including dedicating an entire routine inspired by her.

however, what left you scratching your head was the lack of skepticism from her friends. a quick read of her body language would’ve shone a light at her deception. it had you questioning whether you had somehow gone mad or if they were genuinely as dim-witted as they seemed.

“i knew it! no wonder you’ve been smiling a lot  lately!”

“ah, i’m so jealous~! sigh, he’s such a handsome man.”

“so romantic… i wish that was me!”

assessing the present circumstances, one might figure you would now reveal all of her lies. you didn’t. rather, you found yourself more inclined to watch and observe how this fiasco will play out.

you trust lyney, enough to know he loves you and wouldn’t pursue another woman behind your back, especially a woman he and his sister worked with. it allowed you to cast aside your initial worries about her and her interest in him. regardless of your opinion, she did her job well, even though you secretly wished she wasn’t so uncomfortably obsessed with him — a notion she made no effort to hide.

clearly, given what you were witnessing.

“oh, look, ladies! here he comes!” one of their voices pierces the air, overtly eager to see the ‘happy couple’ they were led to believe. conversely, lyney’s self-proclaimed lover appears to be positively distraught.

the man in question enters cafe lucerne, his gaze firmly laid on you. he shows little to no mind towards the group of women who shadow his every move. he walks by and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, taking the vacant chair in front of you.

“and how was your day, ma belle?” he removes his hat then runs his fingers through his hair — a simple gesture that left you swooning.

his charming demeanor momentarily distracts you from the comedic disaster unfolding in the background.

it was a tumultuous stir of “huh… who’s that?” and “gasp, is he cheating on you?” while the two of you converse in mindless chatter. one second, he was recounting his chores for the day; and the next, three indignant women loom over him whereas the source of this mayhem cowers in the back.

“ugh, the audacity to have a mistress and meet her in broad daylight! you have no shame!”

he glances from you to them, genuine bewilderment etched upon his face. “i beg your pardon?”

“oh, don’t play dumb! you know exactly what you’re doing!” another of the women upturns her nose at him.

witnessing the heated back-and-forth, it was remarkable to find that even arouet was invested in the drama.

it transforms into a three-versus-one impasse, but you were impressed by how gracefully he navigated through their baseless accusations. the culmination of the situation came when recognized his ‘lover’ and didn’t hesitate to call her by name, pressing answers for the lies she’d been spreading to her friends.

“i think you’ve all been misled, the only woman i’m seeing is this lovely one right here.” he turns then directs the gentlest of smiles at you.

unable to resist the itch, you finally laugh at the sudden turn of events. karma was indeed on the prowl, and to be a bystander for the incoming argument after she made a fool out of her friends, just to feed her delusion, was gratifying… for one of you, at least.

“care to tell me what just happened?” lyney tuts, his fingers extending across the table to grasp your hand in his, urging to draw your focus on him.

“later,” you mutter, absorbed by the evolving spectacle. it’s obvious you both will spend the whole evening discussing this…

from the very start, you weren’t one to rejoice in having any eyes on you. it was natural your bond with the one and only wanderer flourished discreetly.

this change in your life required no announcement. it wasn’t information that demanded broadcasting to the world; it could exist on its own if someone were to ask, you’d directly confirm the status of your relationship. otherwise, you find it irrelevant to insert this in areas where it held no relevance.

in the comfort of your solitude, you thrive, cocooned from nosy onlookers. your happiness, his happiness — these two were what truly mattered to you.

as time flowed by, your connection deepened, evolving into a union that grew stronger with each passing moment you shared. it was a sensation both of you held dear, a genuine and keen emotion that, if you dare to admit, could be called ‘love.’

of course, you weren’t ignorant to assume that your journey would be obstacle-free. beyond his undeniable intellect and esteemed role as the assistant and confidant of the dendro archon, he also began to draw attention for his otherworldly beauty.

you were aware that you might coming across his admirers one day. after all, you weren’t oblivious to the wistful glances sent his way by other women, nor the coy attempts at flirtation. still, you hadn’t taken into account the unusual lengths some individuals would go to win even a sliver of his time and attention.

it was painful to watch their efforts be met with a scoff or a withering frown. on a good day, they might receive nothing more than a mocking, “what do you want now?” from him.

on a sun-drenched afternoon, you find yourself perched on the steps leading to the sanctuary of surasthana whilst you await his return from his meeting with lesser lord kusanali.

yet, the tranquility of the sacred place was soon interrupted by an unexpected revelation — you weren’t alone. a trio of researchers positioned themselves near the entrance, their presence blends into the revered location, evoking no more notice than the everyday sights that surround you.

the sunlight dances upon your skin as you, absentmindedly, fiddle with your bracelet, a habit that had taken root over the years. the food container you had brought stays on your lap, and you can feel its warmth gradually dissipate. a frown on your face as you whisper a plea that he arrives before the snacks you prepared grew cold.

your gaze strays and locks onto one of the women standing nearby. suspicion dripped from her eyes, it lingers far longer than you liked. at first, you considered it a peculiar coincidence — perhaps she mistook you for someone else she knew?

unable to contain her curiosity, she approaches you with an air of authority, disregarding her friends’ endeavors to stop her from creating a scene.

“state your business,” she dictates, her tone icy.

you stand unwavering, refusing to yield an inch in the face of her bid to intimidate you. “if you must know, i’m here for wanderer.”

your words invoke a profound reaction within her, it coursed through her like an attack. “well, save your breath and don’t waste your time bothering him.”

“why not? who even are you to tell me what i should do and shouldn’t do?” your cadence steady and colder than hers, a testament to the time you spent with your dear wanderer — it seems to be paying off.

you expected her to either insult you or begin a monologue about her superiority as a researcher, but her reply took you by surprise.

“i’m his lover, duh! i don’t appreciate you flirting with him.” then, in a single motion, she confiscates the container from your grasp.

glances were exchanged amongst her peers, who advance to mediate the interaction. one of them pulls her away and positions himself between you. “i’m sorry for her behavior, miss. her sleep deprivation has her spouting nonsense.”

“i am not! there are clear signs he feels the same way. we’re dating; he’s just very reserved about his emotions.”

before it can escalate further, a familiar voice slices through the tension like a blade. “where have you been?” he chides, as he descends the steps.

beneath his hat, you spy the glaring discontent he directs at these strangers for taking your time away from him.

when your eyes locks, his gaze softens. the sour expression dissolves and was replaced by a flicker of warmth. you offer a reassuring smile in his direction, a gesture that noticeably eases his mind.

he was a stride away from you when she, flaunting a smirk, stops in front of him. you lay a hand over your lips to quash your laughter after spotting the look of disgust he tosses at her.

“wanderer, honey!” she tries to touch his arm but fails when he sidesteps her. “don’t worry, i already handled this pest to lessen the burden for y—”

“who are you?” he sneers, and the haughty look on her face instantly disappears. she attempts to stutter a response, an effort to remind her title as his lover, but his menacing gaze he wore silences her.

“moreso, who are you to advise my wife what to do?”

eh? his wife?

“your wife?!” her friends turn pale, realization dawning upon them. they shiver at the thought of unintentionally crossing him, all thanks to her behavior.

“i-i just thought…”

“well, you thought wrong; know your place.” in a last display of irritation, he shoots them a cutting glare. then, he seizes the food container from her grip, his fingers then intertwine with yours as he guides you away from them.

as you walk away hand-in-hand, you cast a quick glance at her and stick your tongue out to mock her.

“i saw that,” he snickers and tugs you along, nearly causing you to stumble, “and you say i’m mean.”

“don’t get all smart, you called me your wife earlier.”

“shut up! it was meant to end the conversation early.”

[-Masterlist-]

Genshin Impact

Teyvat high! guide

Bound to fall in love... (Math girl reader x English boy kazuha)

"Love?" (Kaveh x gn reader)

Academic rival! Ayato

The art of love pt. 1 pt. 2

Kaveh headcanons

Series

The art of love - the series

Various (multi-fandom)

All too well

Dancing in the dark

Honkai starrail

"Sleep already!"

hi!!! can I request a school ver seven and MC maybe confessing to each other? I wanna write a bunch of school ver mysme stories but I just don't have any time 🥹

Sooo, I actually ended up writing this promt in the canon timeline for mm, and not as an au... I just had this idea for a possible scenario, where you get to meet Saeyoung before he ever got the chance to join the RFA, and the rest was history. SO! I used his college fake name 'Chilyoung' for this drabble. This is kinda angsty... But, with the happy ending. Enjoy! :)

Today was going to be the day. The day you will finally overcome all your fears and take the leap of faith instead of fretting over every little thing that could possibly go wrong.

Your rapid heartbeat thundering all the way up into your temples, you paced through the quiet corridor, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt and waiting for him to leave the classroom. Your school day was over a few hours ago... But, you refused to leave, fighting against your inner demons and anticipating the moment you'll have to spill your heart free. And what a cliche situation this truly was... confessing your feelings to your school crush that has suddenly popped up into your life like a wild hurricane, sweeping you off your feet before you could even blink or shield yourself against the whipping wind.

Chilyoung was a boy bathed in secrets and mystery, being a transfer student with a truly genius mind. Granted, you did not think of him much at first. To say he was distant is to say nothing at all. He was someone who shocked almost every teacher and student with his exceptional abilities, but he also treated those around him coldly and seemingly indifferently. He sat and walked alone, refusing to be a part of any company friendly enough to outstretch their hands to the new student. It didn't take long for your classmates to give up their numerous attempts at befriending him, preferring instead to create a whole plethora of rumors that could potentially explain Chilyoung's withdrawn nature.

Some were sympathetic, while others cruel.

It wasn't until one fated day when you were paired up with him in order to work on a new school project, when you first interacted with him directly. You didn't have much of a choice back then, really. But, you kept an open mind. After all, your redheaded classmate was notorious for his outstanding skills and creativity. You just needed to find a way for you two to get along! And, well... the rest is history.

It's not like he became your best friend right of the bat, quite the opposite of that, actually. In the beginning, you were the only one babbling away about this and that, asking him various silly questions and trying to learn at least a tiny bit more about him. You quickly found out that trying to fish anything out about his personal life was not something he particularly enjoyed. For someone so closed off, his emotions were strangely easy for you to read.

You could always see it all in his eyes.

They would darken and lower onto his long fingers whenever you'd press the wrong button. On the opposite end, regardless of how neutral his face may seemed at first glance, his golden eyes would practically sparkle if you'd ask him to explain something he found particularly interesting about a math problem or some random fact about the universe. It was... cute. And, somewhat sad. Chilyoung was so very lonely... And yet, he refused to let anyone in.

You wondered why. Perhaps, today's the day you finally get to solve the elusive mystery by the name of Chilyoung Kim.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the unmistakable deafening sound of the last bell ringing, making your heart start to race anew. Soon after, the doors to the computer class were flung open and a sea of laughing and chattering classmates filled the entire hall, eager to end their hard day of learning and blow off some steam with their friends. You paid no mind to them, though. Your eyes were too focused on trying to locate the one boy you were so desperate to see today, searching for a bright explosion of fiery red among the group.

And, there he was, coming out of the classroom as one of the last students to leave, with his pensive gaze studying a few notes he was meticulously placing into his notebook. He was always a diligent student, as you slowly learned about him. While he definitely was a smart one... that did not mean that he did not have to work hard. You could see the determination, the resignation in his eyes as he worked his way through yet another complex problem on his hand.

There was something he was working towards, something that pushed him to try as hard as he did.

Either way, you gulped, taking a single steadying breath and calling out after him once the hall grew quiet enough and everyone has already rushed off to their individual lockers. The sound of your voice crying out his name had him stopping in his tracks seemingly in an instant, his head whipping into your direction so quickly, you got a bit worried he might have strained his neck a little.

Oh Jeez... were you too loud?

You couldn't read him as he stared at you, obviously trying to figure out your intentions just as hard as you were trying to do the same with him. Well... not like you could back down from this now.

"Why are you still in school?" He asked, squinting his eyes a little in clear suspicion. "Your lessons ended hours ago."

"Uh- W-Well yes, but... I... had a very important question I needed to ask you." You stammered, suddenly feeling your cheeks burn from the realization of just what you were planning on doing. Oh, God, you were so nervous... But, a part of you refused to run. A part of you kept your trembling legs glued to the wooden floor, whispering somewhere in the corners of your mind, that there was no reason for you to be so afraid.

You wanted to get closer to Chilyoung, whatever this may mean for you two. You wanted for him to know just how much you care about him. You wanted... for him to know that he's not alone. Because you knew his heart desired for it strongly and desperately, regardless of the indifferent facade he put up in order to protect himself for some unknown reason.

"You could have just texted me, you know." He murmured, clearly taking notice of your frazzled state. You took a small breath of relief as his gaze visibly softened, his shoulders relaxing under his shirt and his attention now focused solely on you. This may not be a lot, but it's a sign that he does care. And, you needed to see that right now.

"Well... What is it? Is there something bothering you?"

Yeah, how pretty your eyes look.

You shook off the unwanted thought and clenched your hands into tight fists, deciding to try out a bit of an unconventional route to test the waters. Or, maybe, you were just trying to pull yourself together before you messed everything up. "I... Yes. But... It's a bit personal, so... I don't want for my other friends to tease me about it. And, I know that you're not that type of guy, so I can trust you with this. There's... Um, I really like one of my classmates. It took me some time to figure out my feelings for sure, but now I'm confident that I want us to be closer to each other. But, I'm terrified of pushing them away and ruining our friendship. They... mean a lot to me, you know?"

It felt weird, saying all of this in such a peculiar way. But... You just wanted to take a look at his reaction before you would make a choice to just come out and say it how it is. So, you stood there, your lips pursed into a thin line and your gaze fixed on him with an intensity you haven't felt before.

His expression remained blank for a while, his eyebrows slightly raised as he listened to your makeshift story in all its entirety. But then, you could notice his lips twitching, just enough for a resemblance of a pained frown to take its place on his freckled face, before he swiftly regained his stoic composure once more. However, you did not miss out on this small slip-up of his. And, once he did come up with a reply, his hands were clenched around his notebook way harder than they needed to be, his fingertips turning a shade of sickly white.

Chilyoung took a shaky breath, suddenly lowering his gaze onto the floor, just like he always did whenever you hit a nerve. A gesture you grew so familiar with, and yet, he still had no idea about just how perceptive you really are, when it comes to his self-expression. "...I'm not the one you should consult with about romantic relationships, Y/N. But... If that person means a lot to you, and if they truly make you happy... You should let them know that. You never know when will come the day you'll be forced to say goodbye to them, regardless whether you want to do it or not. Even if they may not understand you... You might regret keeping this truth from them for the rest of your life."

You blinked, not at all expecting to hear something of this nature from him. Your heart skipped a beat. This... felt way more personal than a mere advice for your crush.

This felt like something being spoken from a personal experience of his. And this thought... It made your hurt ache for him in more ways than one. Right now, he looked like the loneliest human alive. Chilyoung, too, seemed to catch onto the particular way that his words sounded, hurriedly continuing with a different narrative from before.

"-And, you deserve to be happy. You're... a good person, Y/N. If they make you happy, then... It's all I- It's all you need."

You took a step closer, all of your fears seemingly gone in an instant. "Chilyoung... I... I was actually talking about you. You're the one I like. That's... That's what I really wanted to talk to you about... I know you don't get along with anybody here, but I want to know more about you. And... I want you to know how much I care about you."

"You-" To your shock, he recoiled, uncharacteristically stumbling over his own legs in the process. He looked... almost terrified, staring wide eyed at you with thousands of conflictive emotions shown clearly on his usually indifferent face. "No. No, you can't. This is... No."

He sounded so hurt and scared, it almost made you question whether this was ever real or not. You never saw Chilyoung act out so openly and emotionally towards anyone before. But... you were not at all happy with the way that it happened.

"Chilyoung...? Hey... It's okay if you don't feel the same, really. I just... I wanted you to know that there's someone who really cares about you. That's all. I don't need anything in return, I promise." You tried to reassure him, slowly following him down the corridor. His reaction was... strange. It's one thing to feel upset about not being able to return one's feelings, and it's completely another to react as if you just got told the grimmest news possible.

But, your attempt did not help much. He shook his head vigorously, his breath coming out in short panicked gasps, all of his stoic facade long gone. "No, no, no, you don't understand, you can't! I can't! I can't- I can't do this! Why me? Just why the hell you chose someone like me!? Of all people!? Are you really thaf stupid!?"

His words... hurt. But, what hurt more, is just how distressed he sounded, how desperate and high his soft voice got, how utterly terrified he looked. Why is he acting like this? You reached out with your hand, at this point, disregarding everything to do with your confession and simply hoping to calm him down a little. "What are you talking about? I told you, it doesn't have to be so complicated... It's going to be okay."

A sound akin to a choked sob reached your ears as he backed even further away from you, refusing to look you in the eye, his voice dropping to a broken half-whisper. "I'm sorry. I don't have any other choice. Just- Know that it's not your fault."

Before you could utter a single word, he ran. He ran so fast, it felt like his life depended on it. And, you were left standing there, alone, confused and equally heartbroken both for his heart and your own.

The next day, Chilyoung did not come to school. And the next. And then the day after that. And the week right after. As well as the months that kept following on.

You thought you'd never see this redheaded boy again. That he'll simply remain as one of the first people that have ever made your heart flutter to life. But... it all changed once you noticed a strange app you did not remember installing onto your phone, years in the future.

Maybe, it was fate for you two to find each years down the line. A chance for you to make things right. Which is why you refused to let him go ever again.

ok so your last thing about us rejecting armin made me sad 😭 what about one where we notice how he's feeling and we end up getting feelings for him, i hate seeing armin sad he deserves to be loved 🫶🏻🫶🏻

it made me sad too :(( armin is my babyboy

cw : hurt/comfort, it’s kinda short :(

MUTUAL PINING WITH ARMIN HCs:

everything started with you recognizing armin’s feelings for you.

everything that you’d previously thought was done out of a platonic love has suddenly become an act of devotion and admiration; armin loved you and you were oblivious to the fact… up until now.

you could feel his gaze on you during the team’s free time; warm and doting, feeling as if he revered you.

the way he would gift you small things or run his fingers through your hair when you couldn’t sleep or were in need of comfort was suddenly intimate and made your heart beat faster.

when armin would praise you for your good work, you’d find your face growing hot and you’d find yourself wanting to give him more reasons to praise you.

you’d begun noticing the smaller things about armin; the way he’d fidget with his fingers when he’s been put on the spot, or the way he bites down on his tongue ever so slightly when he’s focused, how he seeks you out and the way his eyes light up when you began seeking him out, etc etc.

you’ve noticed the way hope began to burn in his eyes when you’d find yourself gazing at him longingly, the feelings you’d developed for your best friend growing stronger by the day.

and, when you’d finally confessed, it was clumsy. your confession was impromptu, rough around the edges, and completely on accident.

and yet… and yet armin had accepted your confession with a soft blush and his fingers intertwining with your own; a lovely smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

armin had accepted you a long time ago. he’s just glad that his efforts didn’t go to waste <3

armin is always finding ways to make your heart beat faster, finding new ways to make you blush and laugh; he loves seeing you smile, especially because of him.

armin is very soft with you. he could never raise his voice at you, or stay mad at you for too long.

armin wants to live a domestic life with you one day. maybe own a cabin and take care of each other after the two of you retire.

armin loves to tell you about new things, and he especially loves that you pay attention to what he’s saying. he loves that you’re interested in hearing about his interests.

even if he’s very shy and soft spoken, he will always protect you. if there’s ever someone giving you trouble or bothering you, you can always expect him to take care of it. despite his small stature and seemingly weak arms, he can put up a pretty good fight if it’s for you.

armin loves you very much. he just wants to treasure you and make sure you’re happy.

soft boy <3

I LOVE THIS OMFG

back to december 🌙 !

scaramouche x gn!reader | genshin smau

SUMMARY: you were childhood bestfriends with scaramouche, and with many unanswered confessions and one sided goodbyes, you both meet again, but now he wears a cold glance even turning agressive when his eyes wander yours, and it all came down the day he became the top of your class, beating you and rejoicing in success. his smile was because of your pain. maybe you could turn back time where promises actually never broke, and love was a beautiful thing.

GENRE: enemies to lovers, academic rivals, mutual pining, angst, crack, childhood bestfriends,

STATUS: [05. 29. 23] on-going

TAGLIST: open

PROFILES— reading club | late night drinking buddies

FLASHBACKS — flashback 1 | flashback 2 | flashback 3

01: how dare him?

02: ocean blue eyes

03: jealousy, jealousy

04: drunken words, sober thoughts

05: selling nfts to billionaires (not a scam)

06: terms of services

07: online therapist

08: stan photomath

09: slaying in the pain

10. the truth is hard, thats what she said

11: x and y aren't the same

12: before you go (emotional)

13: gacha club for intellectuals

14: if bad, why hot?

15: bermuda triangle

16: call it what you want

17: i can never give you peace

18: unsaid actions

19: i feel you forget me

20: i think i've seen this film before

21: how long can we be a sad song?

22: you're losing me

23: whispers of the wind

24: paint me a blue sky

25: letters to my beloved

26: maybe this time

27: long story short

28: memories bring back you

29: september night

30: you held your head like a hero

"dark clouds and stary skies, it was and have always been you... please don't leave us like this."

Day 12. Armin and Reader Getting Mistaken as a Couple

note(s): I love Armin, my blond boy doesn’t get enough love 😔

requested by anon

Honestly, you both should’ve expected this. With how often Armin looks for you to show you a new book he has or to just lean on your shoulder and talk about things that are weighing heavily on his heart. Anyone watching the two of you would assume you’re together with how close you sit or the constant laughing at each other’s words. It’s cute. The only issue is that neither of you see it yourselves.

“I think your boyfriend was looking for you,” Ymir tells you one day when you both crossed paths.

You can’t help the confusion that sets on your face. “Boyfriend?” You ask and are greeted with her rolling her eyes, a smirk on her face.

“Uh huh, playing dumb makes you look dumb.” Your expression hasn’t changed besides a bit of an annoyed look at her comment. Ymir just sighs and shakes her head. “Armin was looking for you.”

“He’s not my-“

“Save it for someone more gullible. Although, if we are playing games, then I’m going to find Krista. My roommate.” The emphasis and her tone of talking to you like a child is more frustrating. But Ymir walks off before you can argue more.

You just shake your head and go search for Armin.

You find the blond sitting alone in the library, books scattered around him. A smile crosses your face at how focused he is in his reading. It’s easy to sneak up behind him and watch him jump at you clearing your throat for his attention.

“Oh! Hi, sorry I didn’t mean to ignore you.” He’s quick to apologize as you sit next to him, giving you a sheepish smile. “I was reading about the ODM gear. There’s so many intricate parts to them… And this is probably boring to you.”

You can’t help a laugh at his words. Armin always worries about bothering you when he starts going on tangents about whatever subject has his attention.

“It’s not boring, Armin,” you reassure him before continuing, “Ymir told me you were looking for me.”

There’s a confused look on Armin’s face. “I wasn’t looking for you.” He blushes a bit as he thinks on his words and adds, “Not that I’m not happy to see you!”

You smile at his words before letting out a sigh. “Then she was probably messing with me. She also called you my ‘boyfriend’.” Armin’s cheeks get darker at that and there’s a warm feeling in your chest from it.

“Really? Eren was making comments about how close we are too,” Armin mutters and you feel your own face heat up.

“Do we really look like a couple?” Armin smiles at your question.

Honestly, you never put a label on your friendship. You just know that you’re both rather close. But with how close you and Armin constantly are and how you can feel your chest tighten from him smiling just now… maybe something more wouldn’t be so bad.

“I guess it does look like we’re more than friends,” Armin answers and you see him getting the same look he does whenever he’s deep in thought. “It’s a bit annoying listening to everyone speculate or making comments on it.”

He…. He finds it annoying?

“Oh. You think so?” You have to force yourself not to make a face at how flat your tone sounded. Armin’s eyes seem to brighten at your reaction and you have no idea what he’s planning.

“Don’t you find it frustrating? I mean, with how Ymir is, I can only imagine how that encounter was earlier.”

“She was being a bit annoying,” you mutter.

“Exactly. So… If you actually were my partner… The speculation would stop.”

You just stare at Armin. He has a more shy smile on his face as he looks at you. You know that he can be rather tricky when he wanted to be. But to ask you out in this way?

“You want to be my boyfriend?” You ask, wanting to make sure you aren’t misunderstanding. Armin blushes more but nods.

“We would probably deal with more teasing, but it would stop the unnecessary comments about us finally dating.”

He makes it sound like he’s gotten these comments before, but he hasn’t mentioning it to you in the past. But there’s something more important to focus on.

“And you want to date just to stop those remarks?” The blush on his face and looks he gives you are giving you your answer, but you can’t help but want to hear him say it.

Armin smiles at your question, probably understanding what you’re pressing for. “That and the fact that I like you a lot. I haven’t really had feelings for anyone before and then I met you. So please, will you be my partner?”

Your heart beats faster at his words. Part of you do want to fish for more compliments and sweet words from him, but you know you could probably get those once you’ve answered his current question.

“Yes, I’ll date you, Armin.” The way his eyes shine and his smile widens has your heart doing flips.

“I’m glad… You know, Eren has been particularly frustrating with pushing me to ask you out. Should we tell everyone except for him?” You can’t help your laugh. Armin can definitely be tricky when he wants to be.

haiii here’s wxs hcs since twt liked them a bit :p idk

feel free to correct me if anything goes against some of these in canon or share ur own thoughts

tsukasa:

aroace

adhd

Bad Hearing.

naturally wavy hair, saki often encourages him to keep it that way

favorite color is blue

he has a tan

total sucker for the greatest showman. sorry.

really good at doing hair. always eager to brush out and style saki’s hair, and eventually nene lets him run his hands through her hair and recommend different products to her

he Does actually enjoy his room with three walls a lot just hear me out. it might seem crazy or bland to most people but you just gotta think about the bright side.. see the light..

^ didn’t elaborate on this on twt cuz i forgot but i once saw a hc that said they believed tsukasa chose his room because he enjoyed hearing/knowing when other people were home as well and that Stuckk with me Forever.

has braces. nerd

emu:

pansexual11!!1!

audhd

paints her nails 24/7 (always finds a way to make them related to wxs and/or PW)

such a loud snorer. wxs sleepovers are nightmares bcs of emukasa

loves piggy back rides so muxh1!!1!!

also will quite literally cling like a koala to her loved ones

insane animal crossing island. idk how this came to me she just goes ham on ac while miku is watching from her phone

sleepwalker

always warming up everybody else’s hands

nene:

pathetic agender wet cat

SNORTS WHEN SHE LAUGHS I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

badddd gamer rage. Christ

also bad sensory issues and doesn’t always like physical touch (emu is a big exception)

gets cold very easily

wears glasses (does not usually forget them anywhere)

^has forgotten them at school just once. almost dropped dead trying to ask her classmates if they had seen her glasses.

rui:

autism

bisexual

also wears glasses (however he gets contacts at some point though due to not wanting to break them. but emunenekasa also really like when he wears glasses so…)

on antidepressants

not physically clingy but physical affection still sends him to the moon. he just doesn’t know how to handle it and never really initiates it much first.

often wears bandaids due to cuts and injuries from his inventions

mc: i like sebastian, thoughts?

ominis: and prayers, girl what

FORGIVING?

*+.~ mizuki x rui

cw: mizurui, angsty, hurt/comfort, post-breakdown, mizu5 spoilers(??), written right after mizu5

Mizuki ran out of the school building, tears streaming down their face, the beat of their heart drowning out any other sound.

I can’t face her again. I can’t face any of them again.

What do I do—

“Akiyama?”

Shit. Yabai.

Mizuki breathed hard, stopping in place, clutching their chest, as if trying to stop it from flying out of their body.

“Mizuki! Mizuki!”

Footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer.

Move! Why can’t I move?

Mizuki clutched their chest, frozen in place. They looked to the ground, tears making the dry soil dark.

“…”

“Mizuki. What happened?”

“…Rui….”

Out of almost nowhere, Mizuki fell to their knees, shaking uncontrollably, broken cries escaping from their throat. Their breath quickened, accidentally breathing in the dirt below them, causing them to choke.

“…Don’t breathe in the dirt, Mizuki. I’m with you.” Rui keeps his voice quiet, crouching alongside the convulsing figure.

Even through the sobbing and screaming mess, he would be by their side, comforting them and supporting them no matter what.

We’ve been through so much together. No matter what, I will support them through to the end.

It was a long while before Mizuki could even put their head up, but Rui’s expression never changed. It never got angrier, or annoyed. Rather, it showed genuine concern.

“Are you able to talk about it?”

Mizuki stayed silent, but showed a slow nod.

“Hmm. Would you like to write it down instead?”

Another nod.

“Are you alright if we moved to some other location to sit?”

A hesitant, but sure nod.

“I’ll help you up, okay?”

Rui stands up, outstretching his hand, waiting for them to accept.

Everyone always waited.

Ena waited for their secret.

Rui waited for them to accept help.

Mizuki took his hand, slowly getting up on their feet. Their knees felt a slight ache from being on the ground, but that wasn’t the main issue.

Rui walks slowly, careful steps along the dirt. He’s not dragging them, but rather leading them. They hold his hand tightly, a lifeline while they’re lost in the forest of ill-minded people and darkness. Rui doesn’t mind.

Finally, the two reach a quiet secluded spot, and the two sit down on a well worn wooden bench that slightly creaked with both of their weights.

“Are you ready?”

Mizuki nods.

“I think I can talk about it now, Rui.” Mizuki quietly admits, gripping the edge of their skirt.

“Then I’m all ears.” Rui responds, copying their energy as to not make them more anxious.

Mizuki didn’t know where to start, yet they started speaking. They felt as if everything came out like a waterfall, unable to be controlled as they dug their nails into their knees, waiting for an expression change, a look of disapproval; anything to tell them to stop.

But he kept listening intently, his eyes never deviating of focus.

“…and then I was running so fast, I couldn’t breathe— and then I came to the back of the school and you found me….” Mizuki trailed off, their voice beginning to quiver with fear, anxiety, sadness, anger; maybe a mix of the sort.

“I’m stupid for running. And I’m… sorry.” Mizuki lowers their head again, feeling the strange yet familiar feeling of tears welling up in their eyes.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Sorry for… bo-bothering you with my talk, and sorry to Ena for— for leaving her behind—“ Mizuki answered, between sobs that left them breathless— “and sorry to— to myself…for being so stupid and thinking people would ever accept me….”

“You aren’t stupid, Mizuki. And,”Rui takes his hand and hovers it over theirs— “We’re in this together. Remember what I said earlier today?”

Mizuki is silent once more.

“And those kids don’t understand, never understand, how much you are as a person apart from what you look like or act like. It’s not your fault they can’t accept who you are.”

Mizuki nods with acquiesce, softly and slightly, tears still falling and making glowing puddles on the back of their hands; soaking their skirt a deep dark blue.

The time was near close to night time, and the sky was threateningly dark.

“It’s getting late, Mizuki.” Rui points out. “Would you like me to walk you home?”

Silence.

“…You’d still walk me home?”

“Of course. Now,” Rui stands up, stretches his hand out for them to take again, “come with me.”

Again, they take his hand. An anchor in the dark waters of cruel life.

A light amidst the darkness, and maybe, the light at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe they wouldn’t have to disappear.