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“Will you go see the fireworks with me at the Summer fair?” The sunset painted the classroom an orange hue as you stood there in front of Caleb when he asked you that. A part of you thought that this was a dream. It had to be. Did Caleb really feel that way about you all this time?
Ever since you were little, you were always a little shy and quiet in nature. But he never made you feel little for that, he looked out for you always and encouraged you with that big beaming smile of his. You lived next door and envied her for being so close to Caleb than you were. There was always a sort of boundary you had with Caleb which she didn't. And it always made you feel very detached from Caleb. Like you were a bystander, watching them grow closer and closer every second.
Still whenever Caleb found you walking a little behind them, he would slow down to match your pace. He would include you in everything if he noticed you were quieter than usual. If you had nothing to say, he would fill that space up with his words and thoughts. But in reality, there's so much you wanted to say to him. You admired him, wanted to be around him more and touch his hands and face like she did. But you couldn't. It would ruin everything. You're not her.
When they walked the same path home, you took a different turn and when you looked back you saw them so immersed in each other and he'd always look at her with those eyes. The eyes that felt warm like a fine Summer's day. You always thought Caleb was Summer in different shades. That Summer meant Caleb was near and you wanted every bit of that Summer for your own.
Your cheeks flushed red and mixed with the orange hue from the sun. Your heart was thrumming against your chest. What do you say? How do you say yes? Words got caught up in your mind and tongue and you managed to say a quiet “yes” to him.
“I'll be waiting for you then.”
The next day at school, you felt very giddy. The thought of seeing Caleb just down the hallway when you'll be seeing him at the Summer Fair a few days from now made this all feel very unreal. No one knows about this. Best kept secret for now. He is pretty popular and the last thing you wanted was to attract attention from the girls that fawned over him. The thought of having him all by yourself, just the two of you made you feel very happy. Like a long forgotten wish come true.
“Will you be going to the fair? Why not join us, we are going karaoke after.” “Can't I'm going with someone else.” Behind you, you heard the chatter of a group. She was in the same class as you but you didn't speak much with each other. She was well liked by everyone in her own way, while you were just there in the background. Does she know about Caleb asking you?
“Oooh someone has a date then?” The girls giggled in a teasing manner. “It's nobody that special. Just Caleb you know.” You froze. Ca...leb?
Surely it must've been a mistake. Did Caleb also invite her to come with you and him? But.. wasn't it supposed to be a date? All sorts of thoughts whirled up in your mind that you didn't notice Caleb calling you out from behind and running up to you. “Do you have a moment?”
The halls were empty and the sunset painted it orange. You had to stay behind for cleaning duty as usual. And now once again you stood in front of Caleb just like yesterday. “About the fair, what I said yesterday.” He was going to say that it's a date and it's just going to be the two of you, is what you thought. “I'm sorry, it was a dare from my friends. I've already asked someone else to go with me.” It's like the whole world stopped. It was all...for a dare? “O-Oh.”
“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do this with you but you know how they can be. Besides you're the only good friend I can trust with this. I hope I didn't upset you.” Good friend, of course. You were just a good friend. You avoided any sort of eye contact and looked down so you couldn't see his face. “I-I'm okay, it's fine.” You chuckled lightly and heard him breath a sigh of relief. “Great. I-I'll make it up to you, I'll buy you lunch next week. Thanks again, I knew you'd make it easier for me.”
You refused his offer to walk you home and watched him disappear at the end of the hallway. Easy huh? Yeah you were always the easy one at everything. The easier option when needed.
The door to your room shut. You saw the dress that you picked out for the fair hanging. The yellow apple hair clip rested beside it. It was from a set. A set of apple buttons. He has the red one, she has the green and you were given the yellow button which you later turned in a hair clip but never wore. Their buttons were sewed on their bags and every time they walked together, they would be right next to each other like a perfect match. The shoes and accessories and the matching bag you picked out, everything lay neatly on the bed. He really did bring out the best in you.
Hot tears blurred your vision. You dropped to the floor and hugged your knee close to you and just cried and cried. It's been years since that happened. Looking back now, it seems a bit silly to you. The idea of being with him seems silly to you now and you don't crave it anymore as you did back then. But there was a time when he was your everything.
Me when I cannot physically write: *intense daydreaming, the perfect scene plays out, the heavens open, angelic song fills the imaginative space, the plot holes fill in; never has there been a better scene concocted in all of written art*
Me when I write: *head empty, no thoughts* She... smiled... earnestly?? And cool shit happened??? And... uh... this happened... but like in a neat way - right?
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“Did you hear about Kita? He took in a farm hand and a GIRL at that.” – @nanami2ndbureau for my Gossip Event.
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Many of the others in the village wondered why Kita kept you around. It was no secret that even though you worked hard, you were not that good at it. When you made tracks for the rice, Kita usually had to go over them again. When you watered stuff, Kita had to add more soil or drain the pot. When he asked you if you wanted to make some lunch for the two of you instead, he had to run inside when there was a smoke signal from the kitchen window.
His back ached more than it did before if he’s honest.
But every time, you would give him a sheepish smile, raising your shoulders as if preparing for him to yell at you. And he would let out a long breath before once again showing or telling you how it’s supposed to be done.
Yes, he kept you around because you’re gorgeous. You made him a fool.
“Hey, it’s getting late,” Kita noted after checking his wristwatch. Then his eyes went to the horizon, where the sun had long since set. “How about you stay for dinner?”
You perked up, taking a second to mentally confirm that this was the first time he asked such a thing. “I could make dinner for you! After messing up so much in the greenhouse, it’s the least I could do.” Embarrassed, you rubbed the back of your head and looked away.
Lucky, because Kita’s eyes widened significantly at the horrifying thought of you making him dinner. “You don’t have to-”
“I want to!”
And once again, he fell victim to you.
While you cooked, Kita hung around, nervously eyeing every move you made and hiding behind small talk. Kita realised then that you two talked a lot. He knows so much about you, and he only likes you more every day.
The thought distracted him for long enough that when he zoned back in, you were guiltily looking over your shoulder while smoke burst from the pan. “Kita…”
He sprung into action, reaching out to put more oil in the pan, letting it soak into where the food was burning. Then he shooed your hand away, taking the pan and working the food with one hand, while the other rested on the small of your back.
Your cheeks were burning, and you wished you could blame the cooking. “I always mess things up, I don’t even understand why you keep me around.”
As he moved the pan to the cool part of the stovetop, he sighed heavily. “Honestly, me neither.” Your shoulders sank and you looked up at him with glossy eyes. Kita looked at you, glancing at your pouty lips and back to your eyes. “I must really like you.”
Let’s just say you spent the whole night there and eventually stayed practically every night.
Teamwork makes the dreams work.
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Ex-husband Daichi
Ex-husband Daichi, even after the divorce keeps in touch with you. Maintaining a respectable connection with you. But in all honesty he just misses you and wants to make sure you're doing alright. He would never overstep any boundaries considering he's not your husband anymore.
He'll call you on weekends and just catch up with you on daily life. He'd be a bit hesitant at first, not knowing if it was his place to do so, but he'll ask you to have coffee or lunch with him at a cafe if you're comfortable with it.
Daichi still keeps a picture of you in his wallet. At work, if something is weighing him down or he's just sitting idly, he'll take the picture out and just reminisces the time you had together. The divorce wasn't easy on either of you and he mostly blames himself for how it all ended. He wished it all ended differently. You were always going to be a part of him.
He still wasn't used to life without you. From dating you in his highschool days to getting married after graduation, you were always in his mind. And now that very thought of you haunted him. There were still parts of you around the house. Your favorite mug which you forgot to take with you, the little plant that you bought after moving in together, the matching pairs of keychain to the house, yours still dangling beside his. He never moved those, not even an inch. And takes care of the plant as best as he can.
Daichi would be at your beck and call at any time of the day. Once you called him at 3 in the morning because you were scared and couldn't fall asleep and he was with you on the phone until you eventually fell asleep at 4 and he quietly hung up. Showed up with bags under his eyes at work the next day. But with a tired smile on his face, satisfied with himself. He was glad you still called him whenever you needed, that you still trusted him enough for that.
From that day if there was a thunderstorm or heavy rain at night, he'll give you a call to ask if you're okay and is willing to stay with you on call. He knows nights like these scare you. Reminds him of the nights he'd hold you close to him and make you feel safe.
Ex-husband Daichi is still a gentleman. Follows the sidewalk rule and will always have a hand behind your back at crowded places. If he sees you carrying heavy groceries by yourself, he will take all of them from you even the lighter ones. Once saw your shoes came undone and got down and tied them. Always puts his coat over you when it gets chilly.
“Here.” He puts his oversized coat over your shoulders and adjusts your scarf. “You'll catch a cold otherwise,” he says, voice above a whisper. “You always make me feel warm, Daichi.” You say standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. Heat rose in his cheeks making his face flushed.
Daichi as an ex-husband is someone whom you can never hate. He's the ex partner that when brought up on conversations you mention how sweet he is despite the separation from him, a hesitation in denying when someone asks if you still love him. and realize yourself when people somewhat point it out that, maybe there's still some love left between you, a flicker of hope still left.
-Thanks to my cousin for this idea, who said that I still might not have moved on from Daichi.
life with kita shinsuke as your husband
husband!shinsuke who wakes up before the sun, but not before kissing your cheek and tucking the blanket closer around you so you stay warm while he starts the day.
husband!shinsuke who comes in from the fields smelling faintly of earth and fresh grain, his first stop always being you—dusting himself off just enough before wrapping you in a hug.
husband!shinsuke who saves the best produce from every harvest for you. the ripest strawberries, the juiciest peaches, the sweetest corn—all set aside because “my wife deserves the best.”
husband!shinsuke who builds little wooden crates just for you to carry vegetables from the garden, though he always ends up doing it himself so you don’t strain your arms.
husband!shinsuke who insists you wear his wide-brimmed hat when you join him in the fields, because the thought of the sun touching your skin too much makes him uneasy.
husband!shinsuke who works from dawn to dusk without complaint, but the moment you call for him, he’ll drop everything—your voice outweighs any responsibility.
husband!shinsuke who has dirt on his hands but never lets them touch you until he’s washed up, because he thinks you’re too precious for roughness.
husband!shinsuke who plants rows of flowers along the edge of the crops just because you once said you liked the way they looked.
husband!shinsuke who builds sturdy fences and strong locks, not just to keep animals out, but because the idea of anything unwelcome getting too close to you unsettles him.
husband!shinsuke who notices when you look lonely while he’s working, so he shortens his hours, even if it means less sleep for him—he’d rather be exhausted than see you sad.
husband!shinsuke who always washes the dirt from under his nails before touching you, because he sees you as something clean, soft, untouchable by the roughness of his work.
husband!shinsuke who carves little wooden charms during winter evenings to gift you, simple but made with such love it makes your chest ache.
husband!shinsuke who would rather his crops fail than ever see you unhappy—he can rebuild a field, but he can’t rebuild you.
husband!shinsuke who walks you around the farm at sunset, pointing out each patch of land with quiet pride, saying, “all of this is for us.”
husband!shinsuke who keeps an old flannel draped over your shoulders whenever you’re outside, murmuring that the chill in the air “isn’t fit for you.”
husband!shinsuke who takes you into town on market days, but keeps a steady hand at the small of your back, his calm expression making it clear you’re never to be approached carelessly.
husband!shinsuke who will always downplay how hard farm life is because he doesn’t want you to ever worry about him—your comfort comes before his own.
husband!shinsuke who comes home with scratches and callouses, but the moment you frown at them, he cups your face with a soft smile and says, “it’s nothing, long as I can hold you.”
husband!shinsuke who works with quiet intensity, but you’re the one thing that can make him put down his tools without hesitation.
husband!shinsuke who thinks of you with every seed he plants, imagining how this life will keep providing for you, how the earth itself bends to serve you through him.
husband!shinsuke who prays every night before bed—not for his farm’s success, not for his own health, but simply to keep you safe and beside him.
husband!shinsuke who sometimes stares at you across the dinner table like he still can’t believe you’re real, and when you ask why, he just says, “I just love lookin’ at what’s mine.”
husband!shinsuke who keeps your favorite fruits growing year-round in the greenhouse, tending them more carefully than his cash crops because they’re yours.
husband!shinsuke who will never let you lift anything heavy, even if you argue—you’ll just find he’s already moved it before you can try.
husband!shinsuke who makes you sit on the porch while he works late, just so he can glance up and see you watching him.
husband!shinsuke who lets everyone else in town know, in his calm, steady voice, that you’re his wife—and he says it with a finality that brooks no argument.
husband!shinsuke who falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow after a long day, but his arm always finds its way around you, even in his deepest dreams.
husband!shinsuke who believes his hands were made to work the earth, but his heart was made for you—and that’s a truth he carries like gospel.
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The secret time of Caleb at lv35 has been living rent free in my mind.... He mentioned he took care of MC during her first period too and half mocked her for being a little dramatic about it if I'm not mistaken.
Do you think you could write a fic or some headcanons on this? Like, just fluff, awkward and young Caleb having to take care of a scared MC and reassure her she's not dying per se?
Your writing is amazing 🥺
Young Caleb taking care of reader during her first period
Your first period was a nightmare like any other girl. You knew a little about periods but weren't ready for your own first one. When you felt something and saw a blood stain on your cloth, you nearly fainted. And it just had to happen at the park with Caleb.
You stood their awkwardly until Caleb noticed and asked you about it, and your eyes got all teary. You burst into tears then and there and Caleb's brain just stopped working. You told him about the blood stain and how you might be having your first period and he just put on that smile of his and assured you everything was going to be okay.
You wouldn't let him see the stain, too embarrassed to show him and he just took off his jacket and wrapped it around your waist to cover it. The walk home felt longer than usual. You walked slower than usual and walked a bit behind Caleb. You could feel the cramps coming up. Oh right, you needed pads. You tugged on his sleeve and stopped him in front of the convenience store and asked him to get you some pads.
He didn't know the first thing about pads or which ones to get. You wouldn't go inside with him because it felt awkward and embarrassing to go with him. He scratched the back of his head seeing the different types of pads. There were so many of them, which ones would be the best for you? Alas, he trusted his own intuition and got one he thought would be best.
Caleb also remembered a conversation he overheard that girls prefer something sweet during this time and got some of your favorite chocolates and snacks as well. But the one important thing he forgot was medicine for your upcoming cramps.
You changed into fresh clothes and Caleb told you he'd get rid of the stain from your dress. You wanted to wash it away yourself but he insisted. It was an easy task for him. But what came after was what made him panic internally.
Your cramps started to get worse and you thought you were going to die. Caleb watched you curl up on the sofa and cry. He felt helpless as to what he could do to make you feel better. He checked the cupboards for some medicine and found some that might help ease your pain a little. He got you to sit up a little and take the med.
It helped a little but you were still an emotional wreck. “Relax, you're not going to die. Plus you've got me. I got everything under control.” He didn't know girls could be sensitive during this time and proceeded to make a joke to make you laugh, which ended up in you crying even more. Great now you were crying because of him.
He tried making it up to you by giving you the chocolates he got but you wouldn't talk to him. This was harder than taking care of you in your fever. When he tried to pat your head you pushed his hand away.
He thought about making ginger milk curd for you when he came back after a while, he found you asleep on the sofa. He walked over to you and gently patted your head. That must've been a painful first time but luckily he would be there for you from now on to make sure you don't feel that pain again.
Author's note: Anon, I hope it's to your liking. I don't think it's that good I tried my best with this. I'm not very good at doing requests so please bear with me. And thank you, I'm glad you like my writing :>
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Baby Blues
Tw: miscarriage, blood, loss of child | If this post is triggering for you in any way, please scroll past before leaving any hate comments. Not proofread.
Caleb
It started happening when you were twelve weeks in. Spots of blood started showing and there was mild abdominal pain. You and Caleb got to know about your pregnancy very early on so you kept track of everything. Everything was going well, you ate healthy, had enough rest and there wasn't anything stressful going on. At first the doctor said it was normal sometimes to bleed throughout the first trimester and expect mild cramps but this was getting worse. It continued for several weeks until finally Caleb took you to the doctor and your heart dropped down. You had an early miscarriage. And there's rarely anything that can be done about an early miscarriage. You were in shambles. It was a short pregnancy but a loss is still a loss, and the loss of a child, a huge one. Especially when you both were ready and really excited about it. Caleb felt helpless seeing you like this. He was also grieving but you were his priority. You lost a ton of weight. You bled for a few more days after the miscarriage and it resulted in slight anemia. You didn't eat properly and it was worrying Caleb a lot. The house felt heavy. You barely looked at Caleb and avoided talking about this, which he totally understood. But he missed you. So when he finally approached you to talk to him, you broke down completely. “It's all my fault,” you sobbed. Your throat hurt, your body hurt, everything hurt. “I'm sorry Caleb I- I.. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a child.” Is that how you felt? Caleb's own heart broke and his tired eyes couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He held you close to his chest as you wept uncontrollably. “I.. didn't- I'm not with you in this for a child you know, you don't have to give me a child.” He rubbed your back. Your breath started to steady and you calmed down. “When the right time comes, we will have a baby.” “What if I don't get pregnant again?” “Then we'll adopt puppies. Lots of them,” he wiped your tears and nose. “And also cats if you want. They can be our babies.” You chuckled at that and it made him relieved to see even a glimpse of smile on your face. “Hey,” he took your hands and kneeled down in front of you. “As long as we're together, I don't need anything else. I'm not opposed to the idea of having a child together but if it doesn't happen, it won't change a thing.” You started to heal together after that, taking one step at a time, and Caleb has been your best support throughout it all.
Sylus
You were five months pregnant with a small bump developing on the way. Things were quite normal and peaceful. And with Sylus by your side it couldn't have been better. He looks forward to going to every checkup with you and seeing his baby in the ultrasound, slowly forming into a life. This checkup was like no other. Everything was normal with you, the only thing being you rarely felt the baby move, which the doctors deemed as normal around a 20 week pregnancy. But when the ultrasound showed something unusual, something in you did not feel right. The sonographer who was doing the ultrasound looked quite anxious and sent you immediately to get checked. “The scan showed that your baby stopped developing and that the fetus was smaller than usual.” “What does that mean?” Sylus' eyes narrowed at the doctor. “Your baby probably died around 12 weeks.” Everything around you shattered that day. You were completely devastated. The baby stopped moving weeks ago, you should've known. Sylus' was at a loss for how to comfort you. Nothing he'd say would bring back your baby but he hated seeing you blame yourself like this and push him away. He was also distraught by the loss but not as much as seeing you suffer every single day. Your body was healing from the removal of the pregnancy and everything hurt. It hurt for you to move and especially talk. You were tired from crying but the thought of your child haunted you constantly. “It's going to get better,” Sylus held you gently, his hands caressing your arms. “How?,” your voice barely above a whisper. “I cannot bring back what we lost but,” he cupped your weeping face. “I can be your anchor if you'll let me.” “I should've known something was wrong Sylus, I'm such a bad mother.” “No you're not.” He looked into your eyes. “There was nothing you could do about it.” “I wanted this, being a family,” you said. “I did too, I still do. And we are a family, you and me,” he said. “When the time comes again our family will be bigger than the two of us. But for now, I don't mind it being just the two of us.”
Rafayel
It was the middle of the night. Rafayel's paintbrush moved smoothly across the canvas. Each stroke like a wave crashing against the shore. Which can be heard as he painted, what he thought to be his most favorite painting ever. Hues of pink across the canvas occupied the purple. You were asleep on the new four poster bed, which was bigger than his old bed to soon welcome the newly born. The winds gently swayed the curtains in the room, and the sound of the waves, a comfort to his ears. The moon was full today and everything was as quiet and peaceful until..
He heard a scream come from the room. His paintbrush scattered across the floor, pages ruffled as he ran to you. You were holding your stomach in pain and when he removed the covers from you he saw the blood stained sheets. Rafayel does remember anything that happened after that, just that he carried you out of bed and the next thing he knew you were at the hospital. Thomas who has been a huge support was handling everything with the doctors. “They're saying she should go into labor immediately, her bleeding was heavy. We cannot wait around anymore or delay this.”
Everything fell silent. He couldn't hear the waves crashing or the sound of the sea. There was a veil over the painting and it was pushed away in the deepest corner of his studio. Maybe he'll burn it later. Maybe he won't. It was the middle of the night when he found you standing near the sea. Waves crashing against your bare feet. You always found comfort in that, it made you feel calm. How was he supposed to mourn when he saw you like that, light stripped away from your eyes. “In Lemurian legends it is said that, which that has been lost comes back in the form of the purest of pearls.” He opens his hands to you and there's a small pink pearl on his palms. Rafayel collected this rare pearl and thought about making something precious out of it for your child. But now, it can only be kept as a memento of what you once bore. You burst into tears and almost fell to your knees as Rafayel held you from behind. “It's going to be okay. Shh, just stay with me.” You cried out loud and he held you close as you both dropped down on the sand. As your cries began to falter, Rafayel's own eyes were filled with tears as if the whole ocean were in his eyes. “I can still feel her Rafayel,” you said, bringing your hands to your lower stomach. “I can still feel her move.” Your voice quivered with each syllable. “I can't bring back what we lost but.” He takes your hand and places the pearl inside. “We can only remember what we lost was more precious than this pearl. Maybe she's already returned to us as the waves or as the sea foam. But whatever form it is, we can only mourn and not lose ourselves amidst what we cannot bring back.” He gently places a kiss on your head. “We will have what we lost again someday. It won't be the same but it will be different in a way we're going to be happy again.” As the winds once again swayed the curtains gently, the veil on the painting fell and it was a portrait of you holding the child inside your belly. It was Rafayel's most beloved creation.
Zayne
You and Zayne had been trying for a baby for a while now and each time the pregnancy test came out negative, your heart was filled with disappointment. But one morning when Zayne found your side of the bed empty and found you hunched over the toilet and held your hair back. Zayne kept track of your period even when you didn't and saw how it was a week late and initiated for you to take a pregnancy test. The two pink lines on the test this time made you cry tears of joy as you held Zayne and you both just basked in that moment of joy. He arranged for you to get professionally checked and accompanied you on your first checkup. Everything seemed fine at the beginning. You followed doctor's orders and went on checkups as scheduled. Zayne made sure you had a smooth pregnancy and was your best support in everything. However when you entered your 20th week and the ultrasound showed something unusual, the doctors came with news that shattered all your hopes. “Your baby is not developing as expected. Continuing further with the pregnancy will put both of you at risk and might even cause the baby to be stillborn.” Your heart fell to the bottom hearing all this. “Of course, we are not going to further impose anything on you, the final decision is completely yours to make.” Zayne gave you some time and space to process everything and in the meantime contacted some of the best doctors for this process. “Zayne, this is none of your business. This is my decision to make!” “It is my business when it involves you and I will not risk anything.” “What about our child?!,” you cried out. He stood there in silence. It pained him to see you like this but he was always going to choose you. It's not that he didn't care about the child, far from it. But risk involves both of you and Zayne would always choose you. “You need to understand that going through with this is putting your own life at risk, and I'm not going to let that happen.” “What if- what if we can make it. What if I can go through with this and-” “The child will not survive.” The hurt in your eyes pierced his own heart. Guilt was eating him alive because he couldn't do anything. “Why,” your voice quivered. “Why are you doing this? You and everyone else. After three years Zayne, three years we- we finally got what we've been wanting for so long.”
The process was quicker than expected and everything went smoothly. Zayne didn't know how to face you. He was just as devastated with what went down. When he entered the room and saw you his heart dropped. The next thing he knew was that he rushed to your side as you cried out loud holding him, begging for him to bring back your baby. Your cries could be heard from outside and Yvonne and Greyson could only stand there helplessly, not sure what they could do. Something inside Zayne broke that day. He always told you he was going to make all your wishes come true but fate played a cruel game this time. Everything felt grey back home. The nursery room which you and Zayne decorated a bit too soon was shut and locked for good. The hospital gave Zayne leave from work for a few days. He grieved, he grieved through you. One night Zayne woke up and found your side of the bed empty, he became anxious. You were not in the best mental state and he rarely let you out of sight. He started becoming more anxious when he couldn't find you in the living room or at the garden outside, only then did he notice that the nursery room was open and you were sitting on the window seat holding a small snowman plush. “What's wrong?,” he whispered softly. “I keep having dreams.” You didn't look up and fiddled with the plush. “I think I'm cursed Zayne.” “You're not,” he said softly. “Give me your hand.” You do as he asked and see him use his evol and close your palm. When you open them you see a small jasmine. You love when he uses his evol to make jasmines like this for you. “Jasmines bloom at different times depending on their types. But they still bloom. His gaze followed yours and fell on the jasmine on your hand. “And in time, you will too.” Moonlight fell through the small window on the nursery as Zayne held you and let you grieve your heart out. He was always going to choose you, but the grief he himself felt wasn't any less. He looks at the small crib and hopes that one day it will cradle a child that will be made by so much love by the two of you.
Xavier
It all happened so quickly. Your period was late but neither you nor even Xavier, who usually does keep track of it, were aware of it this time. It didn't affect you as you were doing just fine. Until... You started bleeding a lot more than usual and with excessive abdominal cramps. Usually Xavier is calm and collected during your menstruation week but when he saw your pain was getting worse and the bleeding was also heavy, that was his cue to take you to the doctor. What the doctors revealed shocked both of you. You were pregnant. You were pregnant and you didn't even know. And you miscarried. That came as hurtful more than shocking. The fetus didn't even develop, it was barely a developed embryo. But still, the fact that you were pregnant with a possible child started haunting you. Safe to say you didn't have to go through any medical procedures. The doctor only gave you medicines for your smooth and healthy recovery. Everything seemed weirdly normal but not exactly. You weren't mournful over this but you weren't exactly normal about it either. It just felt like there was a void inside you. You kept thinking about the idea of the child you could've had, had things not gone this way. Were you too careless? Was it your fault this happened? Unanswered thoughts occupied your head until Xavier finally noticed. “Are you okay?” Throughout all this Xavier made sure you were in your best state, physically and mentally. A loss is a loss no matter how small or big it might seem. And this wasn't a small matter, not to you. “I'm just... thinking. We could've been parents. It's funny but it could've happened.” He understood how upset you were, he wouldn't say it didn't affect him either. “Would you have wanted it? The baby. I mean it wasn't planned or anything but” “How could I not want a life we created together?” You smiled at him. “It wasn't your fault,” he placed his hand on yours. If there was anyone that could read you like an open book, it was Xavier. “There was nothing we could do about it. What happened, happened. We can only wish for the best for our future.” “I just wish I knew...” “Maybe this wasn't our star to catch. In time it will happen again.” He smiles. “It's okay to be sad. You'll always have my shoulder to cry on.” Maybe next time you'll see a shooting star..
Author's note: I apologize if some parts are bigger than the other and if some of them are short. This took me a lot of time to finish. I also apologize if some facts are incorrect, I did a lot of research before writing this. But I hope you like this.
Not sure if you plan on a part 3 to the ring series but imagine if the Lis run into or sees non-Mc years later. They’re still wearing their ring but non-Mc is now wearing a different persons ring on her finger. The Lis realize that they didn’t just loose non-Mc when they took off their ring, they lost their future as well (I honestly kept thinking of Caleb and Zayne in particular having to see non-Mc married with a child and or pregnant because they seem most likely to have thought about kids with her. It’s like in the song Undressed: “I don't want the children of another man, to have the eyes of the girl that I won't forget.”)
Firstly, sorry for the extremely late reply. I'm going to be honest anon, I'm not at all thinking about part 3 but I see your vision and it does add to the angst. But if I did make a part 3, I don't think I'd follow this storyline, I wrote the fic in mind that they won't be seperated or end it with each other over what the LIs did but of course things won't fix so easily either. The boys would've suffered even more as they hurt non-MC. But if the plot did require for some of them to end their relationship with non-MC I may have done that. But thank you anon for this.
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Awkwardly affectionate Levi….omg
This poor man hasn’t experienced much affection throughout his life, so he doesn’t know how to show it, how to receive or reciprocate it.
But now he has you. And as he gradually gets more comfortable, he’s willing to at least try to learn how to be affectionate. Openly, physically.
But God, is it a long way for him.
He wants to hold your hand, so he reaches for it when you both pretend to be busy with paperwork, sitting close. But he does it a bit too fast, deciding to act before he starts doubting himself. This results in Levi accidentally grabbing only your middle and index finger, squeezing them awkwardly together.
He thinks he fucked up, immediately. He’s annoyed with his own clumsiness, wonders if he should just give up and stick to keeping distance - like he’s been doing for years.
But then you squeeze his hand back lightly, as if telling him it’s okay. Comforting him. Because the mere fact that he tries is enough to make your heart melt.
So you never tease him, never comment on these situations, even if sometimes you find them endearingly funny.
Like this one time when Levi tried to caress your head. He raised his hand, freezed mid through as if thinking it over, then patted the top of your hair. Literally patted. It made you think of how he would often pet his horse after a finished expedition. You wanted to laugh, a teasing comment at the tip of your tongue, but you bit it back and just smiled. The last thing you wanted to do was to discourage him.
Or when he leaned in to kiss you for the first time - not on the lips of course, he still wouldn’t dare to do that. You suppose he meant to aim for your cheek (or maybe the temple?), but instead the kiss landed so close to the outer corner of your eye you had to shut it, your eyelashes brushing his lips. A quick peck, nothing more. And as awkward as it was to him, to you it was the sweetest kiss you could have ever imagined. Levi does his best to show you how he feels about you, even if the outcome isn't perfect, even if it requires stepping beyond the walls he's built around himself. Even if it's difficult at times, it's all worth it - he does it for you.
Nerdy Senior Higuruma x Fresher Reader
Nerdy senior Higuruma who's only focused on his studies, is the top student in his class and barely interacts with anyone.
Nerdy senior Higuruma was quite popular around campus. Girls from different departments and years swooned over him but he barely noticed it.
Nerdy senior Higuruma took notice of you one day when you sat at the same table as him in the library. You smiled at him and took your place opposite him.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who was a person of few words but you sure loved to talk. You would ask him questions about him and what he's studying and why he's studying law. You talked a lot. With him.
Nerdy senior Higuruma would get all nerdy when explaining things about his major and his courses if you ask him any questions about it and you would find that cute. But you also showed interest in them which he appreciated.
Nerdy senior Higuruma with his glasses would walk around campus with you trailing behind him all excitedly and asking him to come with you to campus fair.
“I'm not interested.” “Oh come on! It'd be so much fun! Don't get tired of studying all the time?”
Nerdy senior Higuruma was not only a nerd but also shy because you soon started to make him feel nervous with your presence. He didn't feel like this before.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who put his cardigan over your sleeping form in the library as it was almost nearing midnight but you decided to keep him company as he studied.
Everyone on campus was shocked when they saw Nerdy senior Higuruma and you walking around campus.. holding hands?!
“Higuruma how did you get a girlfriend?” Honestly even he himself didn't know. It just.. happened. And you giggled every time he told you about how someone asked him for the nth time he got himself a girlfriend.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who smiles awkwardly when you kiss his cheek and it leaves a light lipstick stain on his cheek, of course he doesn't know about the lipstick mark.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who was older than you and took care of you in his own subtle ways, buying you lunch all the time, guiding you through your own studies. He will make you finish your homework before you can run off to somewhere else.
Nerdy senior Higuruma got you little things that he liked or reminded him of you and never let you pay for anything if you liked it and got it for you himself.
Nerdy senior Higuruma would pat your head if you got a good score on your tests or was able to answer correctly when he'd quiz you.
First kiss with Nerdy senior Higuruma was quite awkward since it was a first for both of you and it happened very quickly but you liked it mostly seeing him all flustered and his glasses a bit slightly displaced.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who runs out of cardigans to wear because you keep taking them away from him and he can never say no. All his cardigans are in your closet and you match your outfits with them to wear.
Nerdy senior Higuruma is a very good boyfriend but can be a bit dense sometimes when it comes to romance, so it's you taking the lead most of the time.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who gets shy when you flirt with him. He cannot flirt back, he doesn't know how to flirt so he awkwardly shifts in his place which earns him a giggle from you every time.
Nerdy senior Higuruma who's very sleeped deprived as it was his last semester and he had tons to finish and wrap up but you were always there as moral support and kept him company throughout it all.
Nerdy senior Higuruma comes off as nonchalant but he actually enjoys listening to you talk. In his everyday monotonous life, you were the only part that he found peace in.
Author's note: Inspired from a nerd higuruma fanart I saw and the artist portrayed how higuruma as a nerd would be shy.