My life is honestly the definition of chaos and has been as long as I can remember, and according to my doctor, that is not normal. I ended up moving and didn’t have proper internet for way too long- so that’s why I haven’t been around, I’m glad you remember me ☺️
And the lack of clothing on Loki is because I wanted to draw the Jötunn markings and so he goes shirtless
Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a girl that soon realized her world was about to come crashing down all because of a blue-eyed wolf…
(Y/N)= Your Name (Y/L/N)= Your Last Name
Isaac Lahey x Reader
Requested: Yes (A long time ago, I might add)
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(Y/N) POV:
*Then*
“Isaac I can’t just leave. What about the pack, what about my family” I exclaim. He walks towards me a soft look evident on his face, he takes a hold of my hand and interlocks them together. I sigh and move away from leaving him confused.
“I know this is a lot to handle, Isaac. We’re all still hurting but you can’t expect me to up and go. I love you, Isaac, I do. But I can’t leave not now not ever” I explain.
“ (Y/N) I know you don’t wanna leave Scott, the pack, and your family. But you, Scott…Derek you three are the only family that I have left and I can’t watch you die in my arms, (Y/N). So please” Isaac pleads.
“Isaac…"I whisper. I take his hand and place it on my cheek comforting the distressed wolf.
“I’m not Allison… I miss her so much, she was always there for me whenever I needed her… I miss her, Isaac just as much as you do but I’m not her. I’m me…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), your girlfriend. She’s a human girl with a human family. That gets average grades and is hopelessly in love with a guy named Isaac freaking Lahey” I begin to say ever so softly. A tear escapes slowly streaming down my face.
“And if he loves me as much as I love him… He won’t leave me here alone, he won’t make me go somewhere I don’t want to go because if he truly loves me he’ll stay and fight beside me till we fall to the ground cause we were protecting someone that mattered” I continue to say.
“I can’t leave them here, my family is human, Isaac. They can’t fight like me, they can’t heal like you or Scott. So they need me to protect from whatever danger is coming their way because they matter to me” I finished. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.
“And you matter to me… (Y/N) please don’t make me go without you” Isaac cries.
“Then don’t go” I respond.
“It’s not that simple (Y/N)” Isaac says.
“But me leaving my family is. What made you think that I was just going to leave my family, my friends, my hometown…I can’t, I don’t think I have the strength to leave” I reply. He looks at me in defeat, the look of desperation washes over his facial features.
“You mean everything to me, Isaac. And I love you to the moon and back but all of this is too much to ask an emotionally wrecked girl. I lost my best friend, I almost lost Stiles tonight I don’t wanna lose him again, he’s like a brother to me Isaac” I cry. I cup his face, everything slowly becomes drawn out as I look into the icy blue eyes.
“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I’m not going to stay here and watch you die” Isaac says. My heart breaks in two, I step away and turn around not wanting to see him.
I hear him pick his bag up off the ground. I try to block it out every little sound that he made. Everything was becoming too unbearable for my heart to handle.
“I guess this is goodbye” He says. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I turn to face the boy I love, my arms folded loosely across my chest.
“I guess so” I say bluntly. He drops his bag and runs towards me, his hands on my hips and our lips connected as he kissed me goodbye. I push back and fold my arms once again looking at the floor.
“Please come with me” Isaac pleads once again.
“You know I can’t do that, Isaac. Scott, my parents, Lydia…. I can’t leave, Isaac. They mean too much to me” I reply.
“(Y/N)…” Isaac says. I turn away not wanting him to see me cry.
“Please, Isaac just go, your leaving me whether I come or not. So please make this easier for my heart and leave” I yell.
“But (Y/N)…” He says. I turn around once again to face him, my emotions suddenly all over the place.
“Isaac… go” I plead. He walks towards his bag and picks it up once again. He slowly closes the door behind his eyes never leaving mine. He abruptly stops and says one more thing.
“I love you” He says and shuts the door. I collapse onto the floor in tears, my body slowly starts to become weak as I continue to repeat the love of my life leaving me. I look up at the door and replay those three words in my mind.
“I love you too” I say….
*Now*
“Hey (Y/N)”
“Hello…”
I shake my head as the sound of a very familiar voice wakes me up. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles, one gives me a concerned look and the other one looks at me annoyed.
“What?”
“The plan remember” Stiles says. I roll my eyes and lay back onto the jeep.
“Look I’m glad I’m a part of your plan, Stiles. But I’m not even sure if I wanna go to college yet” I say. He gasps at my response cause both me and Scott to laugh. I sit upright and look at the boy beside me.
“Something is seriously wrong with her. Scott what does she smell like” Stiles says. I glare at him and stick my tongue out.
“She smells…-” Scott begins to say. He looks up at the sky thinking.
“Sad, Scott I’m sad. Thought you’d be used to it by now. It’s basically a common state for me” I answer.
“Whats wrong?” Scott’s ask concerned. I sigh and face the alpha next to me.
“I was thinking about the night Isaac left” I begin to say. Stiles looks at Scott with this I told you so look on his face causing me to glare at him.
“I keep asking myself what if, you know” I finish.
“Hey, you’ll be okay. My mum said to this to me when me and Allison broke up "They’re you’re first love everything will be amazing and exciting-” Scott begins to say but I cut him off.
“But you’ll end up finding someone else that’ll end up being just as amazing as the first” I finish.
“See you’re getting it” Scott says nudging me in the process. Stiles waves his arms in frustration causing both me and Scott to look at him.
“Dude the plan” Stiles says.
“Don’t worry Stiles you can have him back I’m gonna talk to little wolf anyway” I say. I jump off the jeep and walk towards a chained up Liam.
“(Y/N) you’re a part of the plan as well” Stiles yells behind me.
“Love you” I yell back casually . I stand beside Liam and look up at the sky.
“How you feeling?” I ask.
“I feel great by the way” Liam yells.
“He’s busy at the moment little wolf, Stiles is currently discussing the ‘plan’ aswe speak” I mock. Liam groans in annoyance and rests his head on the tree stump.
“Ughhhh it was only one time I seriously don’t know why I’m even here” he exclaims annoyed. I roll my eyes thinking about all the other times he’s done something stupid during the full moon.
“You sure about that” I reply with giggling. His face turns red in embarrassment as he start looking up at the the stars. I join him in this little activity thinking about the times where me and Isaac would do the same.
“The stars are quiet beautiful tonight, they just sit up there slowly burning throughout the night peacefully and without a care in the world. You know Me and Isaac use to do this all the time it was my favou-” I start to say without thinking. My eyes go wide as I fully process what I just said.
“Isaac?” Liam says while looking at me intrigued.
“Ahhhhh it’s nothing don’t worry about it little wolf, You know what I’ll meet you in the jeep” I say. I quickly walk towards the jeep and get inside. I lean back against the chair slowly sliding down my mind is filled with thoughts.
“What did he do?” Stiles asks as he walks up to the door.
“Nothing, Stiles. He done nothing” I reply.
“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry” he says.
“Seriously stiles don’t worry about it okay I’ll be fine” I say.
“Pfffft a nd I have a six pack with biceps the size of your head. Now come on, whats wrongs” Stiles says. I laugh at his reply and sit up in my chair.
“If you really wanna know I started thinking about my time with Isaac okay and how we’d use to look at the stars, see I told you it was nothing okay” I reply.
“Look you need to talk about him whether it’d be with me, Scott or Lydia but you need to talk about him (Y/N)” he says. I nod my head and usher him out the jeep. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes thinking about what Stiles had just said.
After a while, I get out of the jeep and sit next to Scott. They both look at me concerned looks plastered onto their face.
“I thought about what you said and you’re right. I need to talk about him so why not do it now” I say. They both send me small smiles.
“Where do I begin. Isaac was my first everything, my first love, my first kiss etcetera, etcetera. And I loved him so much… He was there for me when you were the nogitsune, Stiles” I begin to say. Scott puts his arm around my shoulders in order to comfort me.
“Things were great you know. I even saw a future with him, then everything turned sour when Ali died. She was the glue that held everything together. I didn’t know what to do after that and neither did Isaac or that’s what I thought. When he asked me to go with him I was surprised. Deep down I wanted to jump into his arms and scream yes at the top of my lungs but then I thought about you two, my family, Lydia… the pack. I begged him to stay, I begged and I begged but just like that he was gone and I was standing there cold and alone. I tried so hard to forget about him but all I do is end up missing him even more it’s like I’m going crazy and I haven’t figured out how to get over it” I finish. By this point, I was balling my eyes out. Scott was hugging me, rocking side to side as the night continues to tick away
“No matter what (Y/N) you’ve always got us okay” Scott says with a stupid grin on his face. I laugh lightly and hug them both.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you two, seriously” I say. I let go of the hug and chat to them for a little while as some time passes stiles begins to say something.
“Hey you think it’s been long enough” Stiles says referring to the chained up wolf.
“Yes” Liam yells. We all walk towards the little wolf, Scott puts his hand into his pocket and begins to take the keys out.
“Are you sure you’re okay” Scott asks.
“Yes, I’m fine” Liam replies.
“Well if we see your naked butt running around town again I’ll be dragging you here myself little wolf” I say with my brows raised slightly.
“I said I was hot” Liam replies.
“Yes well my grandparent didn’t appreciate seeing a particularly naked young boy running outside my house at two in the morning. Now let’s get going we got things to do”
*skip rest of car ride*
Me, Scott, Malia and Stiles finally make it to the school. We wait for Kira as she was the only one that wasn’t here.
“I’m going to get her” Scott says.
“How are you going to go through all the traffic” Stiles asks.
“I have a way. You guys go to the library, I’ll go back home and get my bike” Scott’s says. We nod our head and wave bye to Scott.
“You guys go ahead I need to do something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time” I say. I play with the necklace Isaac gave me for our anniversary.
“Oh hell no. Do you really think I’m gonna-” Stiles begins to say but Malia cuts him off.
“We’ll meet you at the front of the school” Malia says. Stiles begins to protest but Malia motions her hands to the necklace. Stiles looks at it and then finally understands what I meant. They both walk away, I smile a little as they both remind me of the relationship I had with Isaac.
I walk towards the lacrosse field, my hair and clothes drenched in water. I stand there, the necklace firmly in my hand as I begin to think about the memories we made together. After a while, I look at the necklace a tear slides down my face.
“I love you and I let you go, Isaac Lahey”I throw the necklace far away. My heart finally feeling at peace. I turn around and come face to face with a man.
“You look a lot like the girl in the photo” he says. I move away from him my heart racing. I look at his hands and see long claw protruding from his fingers.
“What are you?” I ask.
“Someone wanting to know where Scott McCall is” he says. I try to run past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, he then puts his claws up to my throat.
“Look I don’t know where he is okay” I say.
“Now that’s a lie isn’t it” He says. He digs his claws into my throat causing me to flinch.
“You won’t find him and even if you do you won’t even know what hit you” I say threatening. He chuckles and leans into my neck.
“Oh, naive little girl… just you wait and see” He whispers into my ear. We walk to the tunnel that we were under before Scott went to pick Kira up. Coincidentally both Scott and Kira were there. He growls causing the both of them to look in our direction. He pushes me out of the rain, his claws digging into my lower back.
“Hey, Kira. How was the trip?” I say trying to lighten the mood. The strange man pushes me to the side and runs at Scott and Kira. Everyone begins fighting, Kira takes out her sword while Scott takes out his claws. I crack the bone in my neck and get ready to fight.
“How cute. You all think you can actually beat me” He says. I raise my brow and pull my knives out.
“Of course we can. Afterall your just another one of our useless obstacles” I say.
I run up and attack, he dodges some of my advance causing me to attack him even more. He grabs my arms and kicks me in the stomach making me fall to the ground in pain. Scott and Kira then proceed to fight him, he pushes Scott to the side leaving Kira. She takes her sword out and slashes the air and then proceeds to attack, he easily blocks her moves and hit her back causing her to fall.
“A true alpha. Where’s your power, Scott” He says.
“Who are you?” Scott asks.
“A devoted fan. Show me the man that took down Deucalion, the man who broke the Argents. I came for that alpha, COME ON” He replies. Scott roars and then attacks him. Kira gets up and then attacks him once again but he blocks every move.
“I didn’t come just to claim your status” He starts to say.
I stand up and ready my knives once again but I was pulled back by some guy. He attacks him landing a few blows here and there but not enough to take him down. Scott stands up and dodges every throw taken towards him but that guys grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Then he impales Scott with his claws, Scott slowly kneels onto the ground his eyes flashing back to his normal eyes.
I push past Kira taking her sword and run towards Scott getting ready to attack once again. Scott then grabs him and stands up his eyes back to his alpha ones. I smirk to myself and aim her sword at him while he lays on the ground.
“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were gonna do but I’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else or you can run” Scott threatens. He looks at us and then turns his to face Stiles. I kick his leg getting his attention, I then lean crouch down in front of him the sword now on the ground.
“I’d run” I whisper. He stands up, holding his broken arms and runs. I stand up picking up the sword and throw it back to Kira. We all walk towards each other, I turn around to face the guy behind us curious as to who he is.
“You don’t remember me do you” he says. We all stand there silent, I fold my arms across my chest.
“Nope not one bit” I say. He chuckles and starts walking towards us.
“I always liked that about you, (Y/N)” He replies. I take my knives out and aim them at him.
“How do you know my name” I threaten.
“I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade” He says.
“…Theo” Scott says. He nods his head a smile slowly emerges onto his face. I put my knives down and place them back into my boots.
“You know him” Malia says. I smile to myself as the memories of us begin to flash through my mind.
“Yeah, we use to know him. We were best friends for three years” I reply. I look around the group of people everyone reactions seem so different.
“Trust me I thought I’d never get to see you guys again. A couple months ago I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills… When I found out his name was Scott McCall… I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an alpha but a true alpha” He says.
“What do you want?” Scott asks.
“I moved back to Beacon Hills…back home with my family. Cause I want to be a part of your pack” He answers.
“That was a really nice speech, Raeken. But all I wanna do and I’m pretty sure most of you agree is to sign our stupid initials onto a library shelf in the school, okay. Now if you don’t mind we’ll be going” I say before anyone could say anything I left and started walking towards the library. We all walk to the library in complete silence, all that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting against the ground.
“That was interesting” Malia says breakining the silence.
“Yeah” I reply.
“What were you doing anyway (Y/N)”Scott asks.
“I was letting someone go” I reply. He looks at me confused, i just pat his shoulder and continue walking ahead. We make it inside the school all of us sigh in relief.
“I’ll be back. I have to go to my locker” I say. They nod their heads and stand there talking.
I jog towards my locker and grab whatever I needed and began jogging my way back to the group of teens. I frown as I approach them as they all sounded like they were arguing with someone.
“Hey what the hell is going on” I yell. Everyone turns around and looks at me with a sad expression. I look at them weirdly, not sure whats going on.
“Hey, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you” I hear a very familiar voice say. He booked to walk towards me cupping my face as he examines my injuries from the fight. I push him away my emotions suddenly all over the place as the love of my life stands in front of me after all these years.
“Don’t start caring now Isaac it’s too late for that” I reply coldly. My hearts racing over a thousand miles per hour while my mind is all over the place, Why now, why here, why me…
“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re back Isaac but I’ve had a bad night so if you’d like you can go back to France and never return. Oh yeah and this is for leaving” I say, I punch him in the face as the sudden urge of anger starts to raise inside me. He stumbles back a shocked look plastered on his face, he wipes the blood of his nose and fixes his composure, He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes still full of love and it made me even more angrier.
“I’m here because of you” He says. I roll my eyes and scoff as I continue to glare at the boy in front of me.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Isaac. It’s been years since you up and left me, I needed you, I relied on you Isaac… so what makes you think that you could come back and think that everything would be okay. I’m still healing mentally and emotionally so I really don’t need this at the moment Isaac so leave… its what you’re good at” I yell tears streaming down my face with every word.
“(Y/N) please listen to me” he begins to plead with me. I scoff and roll my eyes once again, no matter how much I’ve yearned for him touch or to see him once again I’m not going to fall for his lies anymore, I’ve let him go so I need to stick by it.
“Isaac stop I’m done with this conversation and I’m done with you. Let’s go guys Lydias probably waiting for us” I say, I walk away the pack following behind as we make our way towards Lydia.
“Sooooo that was interesting” Stiles says while he catches up to me.
“Ugghhhh don’t even get me started, seriously this night couldn’t t have been any worse. I just wanna write my initial on that stupid library shelf and go home, my grandparents are probably worried” I reply annoyed. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.
“Well it seems like your wish just came true cause I spot Lydia right now actually so library here we come” he says. I smile and hug him once more before letting to go met up with Lydia a bit quicker than the others. I give her a big hug and she hugs me back surprised.
“Took you guys long enough and what was that for even though I’m not complaining” she says with a confused yet concerned look on her face.
“I’ll catch you up tonight, sleepover?” I reply.
“Uhhhhh of course” she replied, I laugh at her response and hug her once more while we wait for the others to catch up.
Isaac Lahey was my first everything, he was my first my love and also my first heartbreak. I had given that boy everything I could and yet that still just wasn’t enough my heart wasn’t enough because when I needed him the most he left…
I hate him so fucking much, that it hurts to still be in love with him. He left me, abandoned me, threw me away like I was simply nothing but trash to him, so how dare I still love him… how dare he still be on my mind after all he’s done to me, how dare he not be hurting still after all these years apart, how dare he make me feel the way that I do, how dare he expect to me to fall into his arms like he never left or none of it never happened…
I hate him so much that my heart can’t seem to stop being in love with him and it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m not sure if I fully let him go…“I love you”… yeah so much for that.
Username change! Formerly lillygirlsthatlift but, uh, for the last few years everyone has thought my name is Lilly. SURPRISE! It’s Jillian.
A lot has happened. I got a full time job. I lost my father. I gained some body fat and some muscle. I turned TWENTY NINE. I know, I know. But I’m still out here.
I’ve been really out of it and depressed because my medicine stopped working and I had to switch to a new one. I had to stop working out for a couple weeks but this morning I got back into it and feel so much better! Mental illness is no joke.
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First Kiribaku illustration I do after being inactive for 2-3 years! It’s been a while but drawing them makes me as happy as before and I can’t wait to draw more about these two dorks and the Bakusquad too. I have so much ideas about them !
I’m Neutral4life, don’t question why my @ isn’t capitalized it’s just like that…
I’m just your average person, a little shy, but average.
I used to own a blog, but i deleted it on accident and so I decided to take a break, BUT I’M BACK!
For those who never met me, I’m Neutral4life, but you can call me Neutral for short. I’m a artist/writer online. I have a Wattpad and Quotev account, but I’m not really active there.
My header image belongs to Retrospecter. I don’t know if he drew it, but the character is his, go check him out.
And now for a bio that will probably be useless and never updated!
My bio:
Currentobsession Husbando: Izzurius of pride
Fandoms: fnf, Danganronpa, Retrospecter’s fnf mod, and more!
Age: 18 but will be 19 soon!
Gender and pronouns: Female with she/her pronoun
Do I do commission and requests? No, sorry I’m not ready for that yet.
I stopped posting “Why Not?” comics because I just didn’t have the time anymore. At that moment my mind was completely elsewhere and I decided I had to sort out my personal life and business before coming back.
Please don’t worry about my mental health. I’m doing great, but I’d probably burn out if I tried to do all the things at once!
Anyway, I did it! I opened my own tattoo studio in 2019! It was a lot of work but the word about my tattoos got around fast and somehow I became the best rated and most wanted tattooer in my little town.
After that, when 2020 happened I had enough time to graduate my university (I finished my uni program 3 or 4 years prior but was too busy to graduate). I used the “Why Not?” series to make a thesis project on webcomics. The professors loved it and I got 10s across the board, yay!
This was the comic I did for my thesis presentation, it said “thesis presentation: expectations vs. reality.”
Also, Nika and I got engaged!
The rest of 2020 was pretty bland. My studio had to be closed for more than 6 months due to health regulations so I had plenty of time to improve my drawing.
Dora is also doing great! We finished a basic obedience program so our communication is even better!
Since my life is not as overwhelming anymore I decided it was time to get back to drawing comics.
You know, because why not?
This time around the content would be a bit more tattoo-focused since that’s mostly what my life is about now. I’d still post other sketches on Tumblr and if you want me to, even drawing tutorials or some of my tattoos. What do you think?
Anyway, do you want to see some dog drawings I made like 60 of them in one day.
tags: fluff, idiots to lovers, accidental confession-ish?, manager!reader
summary: who the hell was Mitsuhashi and what did he want with you??
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
“Oi, Suna.”
Suna groans.
Maybe he only had himself to blame. His morning had gone by suspiciously well – he woke up twenty minutes before his alarm was set to go off, which meant he had time to eat a hard-boiled egg before his run, which gave him enough energy to run an extra mile and a half. There was a complete breakfast spread on the table as soon as he finished getting ready for the day, and he left his house feeling satiated and productive.
So was it unreasonable for Suna to believe he was actually gonna have a good day? He’d like to think not.
But the heavy arm choking his neck, attached to a bottle blonde with a sleazy smirk tells him that really, he should have known better than to let his guard down so early.
Maybe if he ignored Atsumu he would go away… ?
“Dude, did ya hear about Mitsuhashi-kun?”
Suna sighs, hands itching to reach for the peace that was quickly slipping through his fingers like sand.
“What are you talking about?” Suna asks, side-stepping as he attempts to shrug himself out of Atsumu’s grip, but that only makes him pull Suna even closer.
“WELL! You’re in for a treat, because I heard that he was gonna –”
“Yo, Suna.”
Suna lets out an oof as yet another weighted arm is thrown around his shoulders, and suddenly he finds himself the meat between a Miya sandwich.
“Hey, man, did ya hear what’s going on with Mitsuhashi?”
Suna’s curiosity would have been officially piqued, but alas he was too disgruntled by the two disgustingly sweaty pits that were now sticking on both sides of his shoulder. It may be the summer, but really, is it normal for them to be this moist? The air around Suna felt humid, and he fought the immediate urge to gag.
“Buzz off, Samu, I was about to tell him,” Atsumu practically yelled from beside Suna’s ear, leaving behind a ringing as he reached in front of Suna to shove his brother’s arm.
“Don’t touch me, pig, you’re too slow, as usual,” Osamu retaliates, and Suna frowns as he’s stuck jostling between the two demons sent to ruin his day.
“What did you say?!”
“I said, you’re a slow pig—“
“Alright,” Suna forcefully extends his arms out, shoving his palms against the twins’ ribs and sending them flying sideways, “As fun as that wasn’t, I think I’ve had just about enough of you two for the day.”
Suna walks away just as the twins are regaining their balance, leaving them behind to blubber incoherently.
“Hey, wait —“
“No, Suna—“
“I said I was done for the day,” Suna doesn’t bother to spare them a glance, waving a hand above his head as he walks through the school gates.
Naively, Suna thought that was the end of it. And it was, for a brief moment of time. He arrived at his classroom and took his seat without incident, and his classes went on as they usually did. The group he had been assigned to during Science all actually did their work, and he got a much better score on his English exam than he realized.
He nearly forgot about his morning incident with the dynamic duo — that is, until lunch time.
“Hey, Suna!”
He looks up from his desk at his classmate calling his name from the door.
“Where’s y/n?”
Suna’s head immediately turns to your seat from across the classroom, eyes narrowing when he finds it empty.
Odd. He definitely saw you there earlier. You were making faces at him during Math, and you didn’t want to show him your score on that English test (that’s how he knows you failed).
Lunch had started seven minutes ago. On a regular day, you’d have dragged him out of his seat by now. It was Monday, and they were serving your favorite lunch— you’d probably make him run so you could beat the lines. The weather was nice, so he was thinking you’d try to convince him to eat out in the courtyard. He would have fought you on it, but honestly, he wanted to enjoy the sun too.
Yet today, your seat was empty. And if he wasn’t having a bad day before, then he was definitely having one now.
“No idea,” he answers gruffly, leaning back in his seat and turning his attention down to his phone.
“Sorry, Mitsuhashi, y/n’s not here.
Suna’s headphones were halfway into his ears, freezing when he heard that name. Mitsuhashi? Suna only knows him in passing – the captain of the basketball team… or was it soccer? Something that involved a lot of running. Suna’s interactions with him mainly involved fighting over club spots during school festivals, but he was… nice enough.
So what was he doing here, and what the hell did he want with you? Is he the reason you were nowhere to be found?
Wait… weren’t the idiots trying to tell him something about Mitsuhashi this morning? Damn, what was it? For the first time in his life, he finds himself thinking that maybe he should have listened to Atsumu.
Suna shudders at the thought. How could he let himself slip like this.
He quickly stands, the legs of his chair screeching loudly against the floor, and he figures it couldn’t hurt to just ask Mitsuhashi himself.
But when Suna gets to the classroom door, the boy in question was gone. Suna sticks his head out past the door frame, turning side to side, but he was faced with nothing but an empty hallway.
Hm. He runs faster than Suna thought.
And Suna never got the chance to ask what was going on – not Mitsuhashi, not the Miyas, and not even you. He had walked the entirety of the Inarizaki campus during his lunch break, even had time to stop by the cafeteria for a yakisoba pan, yet he couldn’t find anyone he was looking for.
It was strange. By this time, Suna would normally be fighting the three of you off with a stick – Atsumu arguing that he’s known Suna the longest, you retaliating that you were Suna’s favorite (true, but Suna would rather kiss Atsumu’s ass than admit that), and Osamu joining in with nonsense just for the sake of arguing.
The cacophony of voices usually made his ears want to bleed, but today the absence of it felt like a premonition, and it sent shivers all the way down his spine.
You were back in your seat when he returned to class, but he was five minutes late, the teacher was already giving him dirty looks, and you hadn’t even bothered to look up from your textbook.
He sat back down at his desk without another word.
The rest of his day went on seemingly normal, except it wasn’t.
He was able to get through his History class without any distractions — his notes impeccable and concise. But that was the problem. His phone sat silent in his blazer’s pocket, not having buzzed even once. Why haven’t you texted him all day? Where was the stupid cat meme that you seem to have an endless supply of, and were apparently determined to send him every single one in your arsenal? He’s told you to quit texting him during class a million times, but you’ve never listened to him before.
And then it was time to switch classrooms for Japanese. In this class, you actually sat next to him, and he was waiting for it. Waiting for the inevitable slip of paper you slid on his desk every day without fail, with your messy writing and a hastily scribbled smiley face — but it never came.
He always said it was annoying — juvenile to pass notes in class. Stop wasting his time, he’s not there to fail.
So he should be relieved, then. You’ve left him alone, like he’s always begged you to do.
But Suna Rintaro was upset. He could feel his blood simmering, bringing forth a rising heat beneath his eyes.
The thought of initiating contact briefly crossed Suna’s mind, and he nearly ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook, but he stopped. Because why should he? Wasn’t that your thing? Weren’t you the one incessantly pursuing Suna, outlandishly proclaiming your love or whatever? Didn’t you say you were gonna do whatever it took to get him to fall for you? Butting into his life like you’ve always belonged there, digging your heels in no matter how hard Suna pushed?
What, were you giving up on him all of a sudden?
Whatever. Suna didn’t care — he should be glad. He’s told you he wasn’t interested a million times, so maybe you finally got the hint. Maybe today was the new normal for him now — peaceful, and quiet, and not a single word from you. Great. Good. Fine.
Then classes ended, and you didn’t stop and wait to walk with him to practice, and he was upset. But his feet were definitely not stomping on the ground as he made his way to the locker rooms, and the deep frown on his face couldn’t possibly be the reason why everyone seemed to jump out of his way.
He takes a deep breath. Maybe he’s being irrational. Maybe coach asked you to come early to set up the nets. There was a possibility you might have just been having a bad day. You’d tell him about it eventually, right?
Suna’s thoughts were jumping back and forth as he exited the locker rooms, his mini melt down interrupted when he crashes.
“Ow, what the… don’t just stand there you idiots —“
“Shhh, Suna, shut the fuck up!”
Atsumu whisper-shouts as he grabs Suna’s collar and yanks him down, forcing Suna to crouch down low. Osamu’s head was peeking just around the corner of the building, and Atsumu quickly peeks over his brothers shoulder, turning back to Atsumu with a mischievous smile
“Be quiet, or they’ll see us,” Osamu mumbles, shooting an elbow back directly into Atsumu’s cheek. Suna was mildly impressed when Atsumu doesn’t make a peep, but it was quickly dissolved when he began to feel a cramp in his knees.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” Suna whispers, though he has no idea why is he made to be quiet.
“Mitsuhashi-kun’s confessing to Y/N,” Atsumu answers without looking back, and Suna feels like he’s been dropped from the sky.
“Huh? He’s going to what?” Suna immediately stands, but Atsumu was quick to drag him back down.
“We tried to tell you, but you didn’t want to listen,” Osamu snaps, “So shut up, and watch.”
Suna wanted to reach out with both hands and grab a fistful of hair each and knock their heads together so hard their noses started to bleed.
But not as much as he wanted to see what happens next.
So he bites his tongue, and he crouches down, and he sees Mitsuhashi standing red-faced, sweat dripping down his forehead as he shifted his weight between his feet. You stood in front of him with your hands behind your back, looking down at your shoes.
“So what I mean is…” Suna can vaguely hear the nasally, whiny voice of Mitsuhashi drone on, and it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
“Please go out with me!”
Mitsuhashi bows deeply. You blink at him with your mouth dropped. In front of him, Osamu and Atsumu laugh
“Well, at least he’s got the balls,” Atsumu mutters, and Suna ignores the side eye in anticipation of what you would say next.
It was silent for a minute, or for eternity? Suna couldn’t tell, it felt the same to him. You shuffled your feet for a moment, and Mitsuhashi stayed parallel to the floor, eyes clenched as he waited for your response.
“I— uhh… I’m sorry, but… I can’t.”
Suna lets out a sigh of relief.
Mitsuhashi shoots up like a bolt of lightning, distressed as he takes a step forward.
“Huh? But why?”
“I just can’t,” you answer as you step back, but Mitsuhashi looked desperate.
“Is it because you have a boyfriend or something?”
“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but —“
“Then why can’t you —“
Suna doesn’t know when he started walking, nor did he realize the twins were hot in his heels. But before he realized it, the three of them stood between you and Mitsuhashi, the poor basketball-or-soccer captain unable to do anything but stare up at the towering athletes.
“We’re going to be late for practice.”
Suna said nothing else. He simply wraps a hand around wrist, and drags you to the gym. The twins stayed behind for reasons Suna could only guess, but he refused to let go until you were sitting on the bench beside the net.
“You okay?” He asks softly. You stare up at him wide-eyed, nodding your head slowly.
“Suna, I —“
“Okay! Get in position for some passing drills! Let’s go!”
You looked frustrated when Suna turned to run on the court, but Suna couldn’t be more grateful for a reason to get away.
It was nearly impossible for him to focus now, and it was painfully obvious. His spikes were flying out of bounds, his serves were barely making it over the net, and he crashed into Ginjima twice.
What could he possibly have said to you?
There was a multitude of emotions swirling in his rib cage, some he could name, and some he never knew existed.
He felt frustrated, blindsided by the fact that apparently everyone knew this was happening but him. But what would he have done if he knew? Would he have tried to stop it, tell Mitsuhashi to stick it somewhere else? Then that would mean he —
Alright, and there is a small (read: big) part of him that felt almost too pleased at your rejection. Though it was at the price of someone else’s misfortune, Suna felt guilty at the fact that he really didn’t care. You rejected him.
But there was something else that was bothering, something that gnawed away at him like a rat, desperately fighting to escape from a burning bucket.
It devoured his thoughts throughout the entirety of practice, the hours practically just waving past him as they floated by. He almost didn’t hear his coach screaming in his ear about his “lack of concentration” and if he wasn’t better tomorrow, he was “skipping the next three practice games”.
Honestly, that felt like the least of Suna’s problems.
You looked surprised when you saw Suna waiting for you outside of the locker rooms. Though, he’s not sure why. You make him walk him with you everyday, don’t you? This wasn’t brand new.
What was brand new, though, was the silence that hung in the air as you walked awkwardly behind him.
And it really irritates him, it really really does, because you both know that your place was to walk beside him.
“Why’d you tell him that?” Suna finally speaks, his voice cutting into the tension like a hot knife through butter.
“Huh? Tell who what?” You sounded so small, it made Suna stop in his tracks. He turns around when he notices you’ve stopped too, and he nods his head sharply, motioning for you to move forward.
He waits until you’ve caught up to him to reply.
“Mitsuhashi. Why’d you tell him that?”
“What are you talking about,” You sounded confused, “I rejected him—“
“Why did you say you didn’t have a boyfriend?”
Suna crosses his arms, and straightens his back. He fights the amusement threatening to spill through the corners of his lips as he watches you gape at him incredulously.
“Because… I don’t have one?” Your reply was unsure, as if worried your toes might have been caught in a trap.
“What, I thought you liked me? Weren’t you the one that confessed during the open ceremony, and swore that I would become your boyfriend, and we would—“
Suna couldn’t continue his sentence, too busy trying to dodge the fists that were flying at his face. Your face was red, contorted in a mix of anger and embarrassment, and Suna couldn’t think of anything cuter.
The distraction was a hefty price to pay, because you managed to land a heavy blow on Suna’s gut, and he groans as he doubles over.
“I do like you, you fucking asshole,” you continue to pummel at his shoulders, and he covers his snickers with a cough, “And you know that, so why play dumb! You don’t need to mess with me.”
You started kicking at his shins now, practically pummeling Suna down his neighborhood.
“I’ve liked you since the first day I walked into this school, and I still like you know, but I can like for as much and as long as I want, it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me back.”
You still threw your fists at his chest, but Suna stills when he sees the teardrops that began to fall down your cheeks.
“And if you don’t like me back, then I can’t call you my boyfriend—“
“Are you dumb? I do like you.”
Your fists freeze against his chest, standing stiff and staring at him dumbfounded. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, blinking rapidly as your lips twist into a scowl. You lay your palms flat against Suna’s chest, and shove him away from you.
“Don’t mess with me like that, Suna. It’s really not funny this time —“
Suna reaches forward and grabs your wrist, tugging you hard until your chest nearly bumps with his.
“I’m not joking, y/n. You really think I would about this?”
Suna couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand what felt so wrong about everything until this moment.
“I like you,” Suna says again, and he slides his hand down from your wrist to interlock your fingers.
“So the next time someone confess to you, tell them you have a boyfriend. Okay?”
There might as well have been fireworks in the sky, with the way you grinned at him.
Life update: After a series of personal crises and years of being MIA from here, I actually now have my B.S. in Discrete Mathematics (as of December 2019) and am about to start grad school in Business / Data Analytics. So I might just actually start using this again… and perhaps even consistently for once. Only time will tell!
So, uh… sorry for the absence! We’ll see if this sticks.
And I’m surprised to find that I’d received a lot of comments on my posts during my absence.
Although this post isn’t likely to be seen by those who kindly commented to my drawings, let me say how grateful I am for your kind, encouraging words. Thank you very much!
I try not to pay much attention to the numbers of reactions my artworks receive but to focus on enjoying the process of creating them. And yet it sometimes feels like one-sided love confessions, spending hours drawing them alone. So it is wonderful that you took the time to leave comments. They help keep me going :)
Things have been very difficult for us all due to the pandemic. I hope everyone is safe and well. I’ve never been more grateful that we have the Internet and that I can be relatively happy if I have some good books to read and a pencil and paper to draw on.
Follow up Series to Little. — Frankie Morales had gone through a lot in the last few years. First, he gets his ex pregnant around the same time he dabbles in cocaine, unable to deal with the PTSD he suffered from since retiring from the Special Forces. He gets clean, only to find that Elena doesn’t want anything to do with him—or the beautiful baby girl she brings into the world.
Now a single father, Frankie leans heavily on his best friends and mother for support raising Rosie, the light of his life. And then Little introduces him to you, and he’s smitten at the first bashful bat of your eyelashes. When Santi and Little get engaged, Frankie is asked to be the best man, a duty which requires him to plan and work closely with the maid of honour—you. Nicknamed Star for your talented singing voice, you’re one of the most incredible women he’s ever gotten to know.
Too bad both Frankie and Star are too shy to confront their feelings. But they do say, weddings are the most romantic occasions…
i am alive surprisingly and will try to post content soon; sorry for the wait :(
i feel like it would be fun if i did an event for my return?! like if you don’t login to genshin for a little over a month you get a daily login reward + primogems!! before i even get there i should post my yae fic though TT
i’ve also regressed into old and new fandoms so i will be making new blogs for those interests … ( jjba, jjk, csm!! ) all of my genshin content will ( and still ) be posted on this account & i will occasionally reblog my multifandom posts using this @ !! if we share similar interests feel free send in requests too!
