⇢ synopsis; dropping madmoiselle during an argument with shu
⇢ pairings & characters; madmoiselle x gn!reader, itsuki shu
⇢ tags; angst drabble
⇢ word count; 327
⇢ notes from mod qian; this is dedicated to @shucore ,, i hope i did madonee justice waaa (in terms of writing madonee content) I also haven't written angst in a HOT while so uhmmmm whoops if this is lukewarm a h a
Sometimes, Shu was absolutely irritable. It was hard to find peace some days, when the two of you could agree on absolutely nothing. The outfit designs? For once, he was wrong. He's human; he makes mistakes, and there are times when there are changes to be made. Why couldn't he try to see it from your perspective, for once?
It irritated even more how loud he could get. He shut you out, and you had no way of reaching him. What was the point then? Really, there was none, upon looking back at it afterwards. But it was rude, really, to be ignored as the words left your mouth and immediately absorbed into the wall. You could only let your words be louder, louder enough to break through those barriers upon his ears and hear what you had to say.
Of course, words weren't enough. Words were never going to be enough, and as the classic saying went, "Actions are louder than words." Your hands moved on your own, making movements you would never normally make, hitting the walls and tables. It hurt, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he wasn't listening to what you had to say, and you had enough of that. He was going to listen and consider your opinion, because you were right this time.
"Would it hurt to listen to me? I'm literally here for that reason," you screamed, and your left hand extended. It hit not the wall, but something else. You felt like you had broken something frail, something you had never intended to touch in such a way. It wasn't the hard tables or wall. When you looked at your hand, it was bleeding, but that wasn't the point. That wasn't what mattered. In fact, the fact that your hand was bleeding with shards of her body sticking out wasn't what as profound.
It was that you had broken Mademoiselle- into a million different pieces. Lifeless.
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⇢ synopsis; you were just a fever dream
⇢ pairings & characters; nito nazuna x gn!reader
⇢ tags; fluff to angst drabble (no comfort)
⇢ word count; 513
⇢ notes from mod qian; haha thank you enstars theories
It felt like you had always been there. You were home, you were the one who brought him comfort after a rough day. You were always the one he'd meet when he appeared at the door of your apartment, the one who had supplied him the warmth he loved to feel. It was soft; it was human; it was uniquely you. He always wondered why he was crazy over you, why he could cry into your arms whenever he was overwhelmed, why one of his purposes in life was to protect you at all and any cost.
The answer was so simple; he loved you. Yet, he couldn't formulate why. He simply felt; there was no reason for it. He simply fell in love. You saved him at yet again another one of his low points in life, that dazzling smile of yours. It was something he'd give up even his whole career for, to wake up to that each and every morning when sunlight poured in from the window, illuminating the framed picture of the two of you standing on the nightstand. He loved how it felt when you combed through his hair with your hands, how you'd kiss his cheek right after. It made him feel in a way no one else made him feel; it didn't matter who he was or what he did. He knew you loved him and that he loved you, no matter what happened. It was that peace, that homely peace that intoxicated him.
He flinched. His body jolted up, a violent reminder of the harsh reality the world really was. The pain had returned; he could feel the cries of his muscles and the pounding of his head. Almost subconsciously, he looked for you beside him, but he found the bed cold. There were no pillows reserved for you; he simply had his. He turned to the nightstand, hoping to see the picture frame of the two of you together. He turned his head, only to find a group picture of Ra*bits, with no sign of you anywhere. He had never been disappointed to see his precious juniors; he couldn't understand the slightest reason why at this point. The sunlight was nothing but harsh this morning, too bright. The more he tried to remember you- what you looked like, what you felt like, what you sounded like- the less he could remember, and the more he could feel the panic storming in, the tears forming in his eyes. He jumped off his bed, quite unsightly, and fell to his knee, but he got up again and slammed open the door. He awakened Hajime, who came out of his own room to see what was happening. Before he knew it, he was holding onto Hajime's shoulders and the tears spilled out, and he could no longer say your name anymore.
"... (Y/N)... where is..."
He barely managed to choke it out. He could no longer really remember anything about you, but he knew that he longed for you more than anything else.
"... Who? Nii-chan, what happened?"
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I've been thonking... what about a reader! oddball that Eichi adores just as much, if not more, as Wataru, who after noticing what Eichi is trying to do, overworks themselves so much they end up dying due to stress moments after they're announced as the loser, destroying eichi in the process? aka I've won but at what cost AND WHAT IF EICHI NOTICES RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT THAT HE IS SO PAINFULLY IN LOVE WITH THEM omg the pain is real
YOUR BRAIN NONNIE ITS SO FUCKING BIG HOLY FUCKING SHIT I COULD MAKE A WHOLE ASS SERIES ON IT
LITERALLY HIM NOTICING AT THAT MOMENT JUST MAKES IT SO MUCH BETTER
ooh i see i see ,, that's understandable!!! i'm wishing you all the best with schoolwork and the like, make sure you're all taking care of yourselves!! <3
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