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in which: rin's not happy with your decision to sleep on the couch.

warnings: cliché lol, 1.1k, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, unedited + ooc!rin towards the end, a lot of metaphors but hey one cliché leads to another.

a/n: this is practice for me to a) get back into writing and b) remind u guys that i am still writing luls, enjoy!! reblogs r vv appreciated, but this quality is actually so ass.

“are you sure you want to sleep out here tonight?” rin’s voice asks from the hallway entrance, slight concern laced in his tone as he watches your backside set up on the couch, fidgeting with the pillows and blankets.

“yeah, i’m positive,” you answer, not turning around to look at him; something rin frowns at. 

“oh…” he mutters, leaning awkwardly on the wall as he scours his brain to try and find something to say. “really?”

“yes, really.”

“won’t you be uncomfortable?”

“i’ll be fine. it’s not that bad here.”

“if you’re sure.”

silence cuts the conversation with a cold knife, leaving the two of you in the suffocating quiet, one that stops rin from instigating further conversation despite how badly he wanted to continue. because if he shuts up then that means he has to leave, but he doesn’t want to leave you alone. he wants you to come to bed so the two of you can sleep peacefully together and not (what feels like) eons apart where he can’t hold you.

“are you going to go to bed? it’s getting late,” you ask, no hint of hostility at all in your tone as you shuffle under the covers, disappearing from rin’s view completely. 

he bites the inside of his cheek, disheartened at your eagerness to see him go. “oh, right. goodnight.”

he lingers for a second longer, waiting for a ‘goodnight’ back, or even better, an ‘i love you’, but neither comes and rin feels his chest contract. 

rin didn’t mean for the argument to escalate, he didn’t mean to sharpen his words and pierce you with them, he didn’t mean to hurt you to the point that you didn’t want to sleep beside him.

as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom, your absence on your side of the bed hits him even harder. it’s cold. it’s empty. it’s void. rin loathes it.

you’re not faring much better, replaying the argument in your head over and over again as the small, coffee table lamp illuminates the room with a warm yellow. each replay of the memory just twists the knife further and causes a new batch of tears to wet your eyes. 

you hate this. you hate feeling weary around rin, you hate feeling like you need to walk on egg shells around him from now on, you hate feeling like he doesn’t value you the same way you do with him, you hate these new revelations coming to your brain as you reflect on your relationship-

“you’re still awake?” a voice comes from the hallway.

leaning up onto your elbows, you blink in shock at the new figure making itself known. thanks to the lamp, you can see rin from where he stands, and you can see the confusion in his eyes.

“uh… yeah,” you say.

“why are you still up?”

“i was thinking. why are you still up?”

“i…” rin hesitates for a second, “i wanted to check up on you.”

your heart flutters at his shy confession. “i’m fine, thank you.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

“why, are you not fine?”

no, he’s not. he wants you to come back to bed, he wants you to reassure him that the two of you will still be okay, he wants you.

“no,” lies rin. “i’m okay.”

the soccer player regrets his words instantly. 

“that’s good. i’m gonna sleep now and you should too, you have a big day tomorrow.”

but rin can’t sleep. not without you beside him because otherwise, the bed is too vacant and too chilly and reminds him of the life he used to live too much.

and he’s scared that he’ll have to go back to living like that if you’re not there beside him, petrified that you’ll leave in the middle of the night because you’ve realised that he doesn’t deserve someone as good as you. 

instead of confessing that, the dark-haired merely sighs, the words lodging themselves in his throat. “okay. i’m off.”

you reach over to turn off the lamp, engulfing the room in darkness with a single click. “goodnight, rin.”

“i love you,” rin confesses, but it’s too quiet and too breathy for you to hear, so there’s no response. he hopes you know.

so, he retreats back into the barren wasteland that is your shared bedroom. he misses you. he reaches over to your side in hopes of being to feel some remnants of comfort.

30 minutes later, rin wakes again after weaving in and out of consciousness and he’s sick of it. it’s 1:10am and he only has five hours until he needs to get up. decisively, he throws the cover off of him and makes his way to the living room, intent on this trip being his last one. 

it’s dark in the living room and rin can’t find it in him to turn on a light and disturb your slumber, so after adjusting to the dark and mindlessly patting around, he eventually threads his arms underneath you. he lifts you up so effortlessly, driven by determination and love as he walks to familiar path back to your shared bedroom.

he settles you down gently and the last thing rin remembers before drifting off is the warming feeling of content as he pulls you into his arms. 

the following morning, you rouse to the sound of a blaring alarm; the one rin always uses because otherwise gentle alarms won’t coax him successfully. your lover shuffles beside you, shutting the clock off with a groan before wrapping an arm around you again, pulling you into his warmth.

wait.

you raise yourself up onto your elbows, dazed and confused. weren’t you meant to be on the couch?

“don’t go,” rin murmurs, snaking his arm up to wrap your shoulders instead, gently guiding you down to the mattress, “sleep.”

“how did i get here?” you ask and rin stiffens before pulling you in to his chest. “rin, i’m being serious.”

“you were always here.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying, so let’s sleep.”

you’re sick of his shit. “itoshi rin, i swear to-”

“i carried you back here, now shut up. i only have 10 minutes before i have to get up and get ready.” 

“i think i’ll go back to the couch, actually,” you say jokingly.

“not funny.”

“i think it’s plenty funny.”

he frowns, wrapping himself around you even tighter. you don’t hug him back, but you’re here and that’s all that matters to rin. you didn’t leave like he thought you would. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, “for last night. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“it’s okay, rin, we can talk about it later.” 

“we’re okay right?” 

“of course.”

“you… you won’t leave. right?”

“i would never. why would you think i would?” 

“just being stupid, i guess.”

“better you than me.”

he huffs, letting the conversation die to silence.

you speak up again, “i love you.” 

rin feels a weight lift off his shoulders. he can breathe again.

“i love you more.” 

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prince!rin is often overshadowed by his older brother. it's near impossible for him to have his moment when his brother always does it better. to everyone, he's "itoshi sae's younger brother". he's even had people trying to marry him just to get closer to sae.

his heart is ice at this point. steadily melting, but impossible to just crack through. it's a slow, slow process, his initial thought anyway, and he was convinced it would take ages for him to find the one.

prince!rin who's nothing but rude when you try and talk to him. it wasn't your own choice in the first place, purely for building relationships between different nations, but how were you going to explain that he was the one making things impossible?

prince!rin who genuinely couldn't believe he fell for the "love at first sight" trope. it's stupid – he was stupid, and he flunked his first impression. how has talking to you for a brief fifty seven seconds (he was counting) equate to his heart shattering into a million pieces with nothing but a gaze?

prince!rin who seems nicer than he lets on. this may sound corny, but he's protected you more times than you'd think.

weird people of importance that are way out of your age range eying you funny? he's only sharpened the sword in his scabbard last night, and he's not afraid to use it. he watches your drink from across the entire hall when you're gone just to make sure nobody tampers with it. believe him, it's more common than you think. when he knows you're visiting the kingdom soon, he makes sure every inch of the town is far from dirt and mud, in fear of ruining your outfit for the special night.

prince!rin panics and keeps the entire relationship undercover. this entire thing was spontaneous. god, it wasn't even him who asked, it was you. he didn't even know you liked him!

nobody knows, not even his brother. actually, he told the diary that he stress-writes into, but now it's locked up, in a locked up box, in another locked up box, and then in a locked up drawer. just the word "marriage" makes him flinch. how suspicious, but somehow, nobody was able to make the link between the two of you.

prince!rin tries to seem cool in front of you, but fails miserably. he has a short temper despite his outward appearance, and even tiny misfortunes cause the dormant anger inside of him to start bubbling up. luckily, you're always there to calm him down, so no more training dummies or random civilians have to suffer from his wrath.

prince!rin who would risk his life for you, but still struggles to bend or completely break the rules. he follows his curfew diligently, straight up refuses to sneak around, and is always on his best behaviour when around his family. the chances of you meeting during the night are near zero, and the only time you see each other is when you coincidentally cross paths or during royal events.

prince!rin always blames himself when the two of you get into an argument. you'd think he's ignoring you with how busy he magically becomes, but his brain is so full of thoughts and conflict. instead of talking things out, he releases stress by overtraining, spending all day working on his swordsmanship. yep, his communication skills suck.

prince!rin tweaks the fuck out when sae magically manages to find out. he could be halfway across the nation and he would still feel the disapproving glare he fears so much. he's pretty much begging on his knees for sae not to tell anyone, not for his own reputation, but he doesn't want to get you in trouble. and then everything comes out, confessing everything on the spot; how it happened, how he feels, how he wants to say sorry to you. sae gives him a weird look, claiming that he'll "help him out", but he doesn't get any advice in the following days.

and he feels utterly betrayed days later when his own brother set the two of you up. as evil as it was, he told you that rin was injured, and he told rin that you were going to break up with him. evil, so evil, but it worked. rin was not ready to receive a big hug, mumbles of missing him and telling him to never get hurt again beinf whispered in his ear. just what is going on?

whatever. at the end of the day, you were in his arms again, ans that's all that matters.

@lizbix CMERE I WROTE!!! oops its a bit late actually r u awake

mfs really out here look at these panels and really think they arent in love…

smh this is textbook homosexuality 😭‼️

he's so.

Leona Kingscholar (demon!Leona x demon hunter!Reader)

genre: mild supernatural, fluff? 

note: late due to me forgetting it’s still a weekday…whoops

Summary: you get a kick out of debunking ghost stories and haunted places with the disgruntled Leona. Will you ever get to see anything?

series index

“I’m not staying in this dump” 

“Come on! We've already come this far!” You pleaded, tugging at his arm but he stayed stable in his stance. Stupid Leona and his well-built body. 

“Don’t care. We’re leaving” Leona took a sniff and scrunched his nose in disgust. “This place reeks”

To be fair, Leona was right. Your latest adventure brought you two (you may have dragged Leona) to an abandoned house that was hidden in the dark lush of trees in the mountains. You two were still within city civilization but the destination took you deep into the mountain forest that became deserted because of the very house you’re about to visit. It was an old-fashioned home which meant the structures used old wood which was slightly decaying and if your research was correct, there was something else in the walls and floors that stunk horribly. 

“Come on, I paid a lot for the current owner to let us visit. He even says that he let tourists stay overnight so it’s probably renovated somewhat” you tried to persuade but he was unconvinced. How did you even convince him at all in the first place?

Oh right, because you were an idiot who didn’t think that going alone to abandoned buildings where unsavory weirdos could jump you would be bad. 

Good grief, you were oblivious.

“I’ll do all of our house chores for the week” no response. “Two weeks! Three!”

… 

And that’s how Leona found himself getting ready to sleep in his familiar sleeping bag on a musky floor. The accumulation of dust that would typically appear in such an abandoned home is gone which he assumed was due to the numerous tourists or dumb ghost hunters that pass through these rooms, such as you. 

“This is so creepy, Leona” you said as you surveyed the leftover belongings of the decrepit room. “They say that the last tenants here were demon fanatics and constantly did rituals here to try and summon them” 

Leona answered wordlessly with a grunt as he comfortably settled into his sleeping bag. You rolled your eyes but grew fondly used to it. You knew he was still listening so you continued. 

“People said they succeeded, but instead of just summoning one demon, they left a giant portal for any creature to come through. They didn’t know what to do and just left without closing it” 

“And you want to sleep here?” 

You shrugged “Every place we visited was a bust for us. I figured trying this place was a good idea” 

“Don’t come crying to me tonight if this place finally breaks you” 

Not perturbed by his statement, you leaned gently down to your wild-haired partner and cheekily smiled down at him”

“Like you would ever let anything happen to me”

With that, you placed a quick peck on his nose before turning away to settle into your own sleeping bag next to him. 

Leona was annoyed. Not so much at you (though he’s not happy over the stiff back he knows is coming in the morning) but himself at being so weak when it comes to you. Ever since he met you, you had him at your beck and call without you even realizing it. You never do. 

You never realize how he tends to be extra grumpy the morning after in every site visit. You never realize he makes sure you don’t notice the sudden chill in the air whenever you pass a particular spot in the room. You never notice the protective arm that hovers over your sleeping figure as Leona growls in at a foggy figure that dares to show itself in front of him, curious of the warm living human that is you. 

“This one is mine” Leona spoke in a dangerous tone, warning the entities surrounding you of what's to come should they try anything. The specter leaves as quickly as they appear, not daring to mess with the dangerous aura that was seeping out from the human-like being. 

Said being looked back at you, still slumbering deeply. Leona scoffed amused by you as he carefully pulled you closer to him, to which you unconsciously snuggled into him as a result. 

Good grief, you were oblivious.

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Itoshi Rin you are very dear to me

cute date idea with omi going to an ice rink together but little does he know that reader is a really good ice skater and he’s trying his best to impress her request please

ICE SKATING WITH KIYOOMI.

CW. fluffy fluff

A/N. i love ice skating omggg

Sakusa does not like the cold. He prefers spring or fall. The transitional seasons where the weather feels just right.

Unfortunately for him though, you love the winter. You find it amazing that there’s so many holidays packed in that season, as well as how many different date activities there are to do.

Ice skating being one of them.

At first, it’s a hard no from him.

“Why not?!?” you tug at his sweater. “Please, I won’t even ask you for a Christmas present,”

His eyes roll, “The skating rinks are freezing cold, Y/N. If I don’t die from busting my ass then I’ll die of hypothermia,”

You laugh in his face before quickly pulling yourself together. “We can use the buckets that help you stay up when you skate, Omi, c’mon,”

You make your voice purposely get higher and more annoying-sounding as you tug on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, fine, fine!” he exclaims in defeat.

He glares at you as you giddily get up from next him and run to your bedroom to change.

What did he just get himself into?

Ice skating is just how he expects it. He hates it. Loathes it.

Though, he can’t show it nor can he even say anything because he’s too focused on keeping his balance. He doesn’t want to show how badly he’s struggling.

He’s in awe as you skate with ease beside him, even turning around to skate backwards.

“See, it’s fun, right?” you say, your breath fogging up when you speak.

“Y-Yeah,” he nearly loses his balance. “For you,”

“Whaat, you look like a pro!”

“Did you sk- fuck- skate in your past life? How are you so good?” he asks between stutters.

“Just a natural, I suppose,” you smirk.

He’s about to let out a smart ass response, but then his legs get caught under him. He slips.

“Omi! Oh my gosh,” you’re between laughing and worrying. “Here,” you extend a hand out which he takes, using your hand and the wall next to him to pull himself up.

“Are you okay, Kiyoomi?”

His cheeks are flushed red. From the cold? From the embarassment?

“Yes, let’s- let’s just go,” he forces out, eyes shifting away from your direction.

“Alright, but you can hold my hand, okay?”

“Fine,”

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