I Looeeeveeeee Vampires

i looeeeveeeee vampires

✩ ────ALL EARS

characters: Alois Leblanc

notes: I made a little post about this the other day and felt like turning it into a little drabble for our bat boi hehe <3

You had been waiting anxiously at the open door of the manor, eyes scanning the lightening sky in worry. He should have been back over two hours ago and now that the sun was threatening to rise, you were prepared to go out and look for Alois yourself.

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Okay okay but — Alois' reaction to his lover taking back the invitation of being allowed in her home? They're having an arguement ( at night for his safety ) and she gets so worked up and just says it out of rage?

characters: Alois Leblanc

notes: this is deliciously, evilly angsty and I love you for it Eden &lt;3

Your chest felt tight with anxiety as you stumbled into your bedroom, your boyfriend Alois trailing along behind you. The front door had slammed shut behind him as he followed you.

"Please, I know it's sudden-"

"Yes, it's sudden, Alois!" You exclaimed, whipping around to face him, "Everything about our relationship has been sudden! The way we met, finding out you're a vampire and now there's a vampire hunter out to get me because I'm dating you?" You ran your hands through your hair, trying to make yourself look more put-together than you felt, “I can’t just pack up all my things and go to Switzerland because you say so!” 

“Sunlight, I know, I know, it’s a lot but please, I am begging you to just trust me and come with me. I need you to be safe.”

“Will you stop it?!” You exclaimed, “I have family here! I can’t just up and leave them for however long because you say so!” 

“And if you don’t come with me, you may never see them again! I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you because of me.” He tried to take your hands in his, wanting to get through to you, to see the danger that you were in but you shook him off, turning back around, finding all of this easier if you weren’t facing him. 

“Look! I don’t know if you just don’t get it because you don’t have a family-” with your back turned to him, you couldn’t see how he winced, “-or if you’re just being stubborn and so sure that your way is the only right way of doing things but I won’t have it! I’m staying here!” 

“That was cruel, Y/n, and you know it.” His voice came out quiet but you were so overwhelmed with emotion that you just needed to be alone, it didn’t help that he called you by your name, something he never did and it made you angry for some reason. You just needed some time to think it over, to clear your head and come back to him to tell him more calmly that you couldn’t go to Switzerland with him.“You cannot be safe if you stay here, I need to know that you’ll be safe until I can get rid of him. I have people on my estate who will protect-”His insistence seemed to be your last straw. 

“You’re not welcome here, Alois.” 

Silence. 

“What?” His voice was barely a whisper. 

“I said you’re not welcome, get out.” You stole a glance at him in the mirror – he didn’t vanish like the vampires in tales from long ago, mirrors no longer being backed with silver – and he was slowly backing up a few paces, his expression utterly anguished. His pale blue eyes were filled with tears and he tried to reach towards you but couldn’t do so without taking a few more paces backwards. 

“Sunlight, please, let me back in.” He swallowed hard and you could see that he was doing his utmost to hold back sobs. He had lost everyone in his family to vampire hunters, and had been forced into hiding in terrible conditions for months at a time because of them. He had only got control of his life again when he reclaimed his family’s estate and now he finally had someone to love again: you. “Let me protect you.” He was pleading with you now as he found himself unable to stop walking towards the door. 

“I said get out!” Your words came out sharpened by a sob and you heard the front door close. You longed to run over to the window, to see him outside under the starlight but you had something to do. You quickly took your phone out of your pocket and typed in a message before throwing it down on your bed so that no one could use it to find you.

‘It’s done, he won’t be going to Switzerland. Now  leave my family alone.’ 

‘Great job, sweetheart, the bloodsucker would have killed you sooner or later, you’ve saved yourself.’

You grabbed your keys and went desperately running out the door after Alois, hoping you had done enough to put the hunters off his trail for long enough.

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Saw the TF2 post about mercy accidentally killing their s/o would it be ok if u could request this but Shimadas and junkers accidentally injuring their s/o (not killing them, that angst is too much) remember to stay hydrated! And take needed breaks!

You got it! (Don't worry I just took a break and I'll chug 3 bottles of water just for you anon!)

Overwatch accidentally injuring their s/o

Hanzo

Immediately almost has a panic attack and has flashback to Genji dying by his hand

Once you're healed Hanzo is in tears and shaking with hundreds of apologies spilling out of his lips

Even if you say it's okay Hanzo can't help the tug of guilt everytime he sees the scar his arrow left

Genji

He'll get to you in a second and whisk you off the battlefield

Once you're healed he'll pull you into a hug and just stay like that whispering an apologies every now and then

It takes a while to forgive himself but if you reassure him it's okay then the guilt will slowly melt awau

Kiriko

She has her healing ofudas so she'll quickly teleport to to you and heal you mumbling apologies

She feels terrible that she accidentally hit you

If you assure her it's okay she tries her best ot believe you and assures you it won't happen again

Junkrat

Many people told both him and you that he'd hurt you in this relationship but Jamieson never thought it would happen

Once you're healed Jamie will throw himself on you shaking with sobs and spouting apologies begging you not to leave him

It's obvious one of the other Overwatch members might've accidentally upset him

Jamie refuses to go on any missions with for a while to assure this doesn't happen again

Roadhog

He won't say a word as he takes you to a healer and it's easy to take it for 'he doesn't care'

But once you see him again and he silently hugs you before letting a quiet apologie be said you know the guilt that's been weighing on him

Mako won't cry the outback has made sure of that but he does feel terrible for what he's done

Junker Queen

She'll carry you off the battlefield cursing herself for accidentally injuring you

Once you're healed it's obvious she's holding back tears but she refuses to let them spill

She'll apologize once you two are somewhere private and she'll just hold you to just feel your warmth and know you're alive

GAME OVER - K. KENMA

warnings: hurt/no comfort. 3.7k of angst. break up. yelling. talking about abandonment. heartbreak. no beta, we die like ao3.

zipping the suitcase shut, you closed your eyes. this was your second and last one. you were practically done, your best friend has confirmed that they were already on the way and soon you would be out of here the rest of your stuff was already at their place, you had made sure that today, the day you were finally leaving, everything you had would leave this place.

you had planned this. you knew you wanted this. and it’s not like your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend ever mentioned something about your belongings slowly disappearing, if he even noticed it – which he probably didn’t.

after all, he didn’t even notice you growing distant over the last couple of weeks. 

quickly you lifted the luggage from the bed and pushed it into the hallway. you wanted to leave as soon as possible, hell, you wouldn’t even mind waiting outside, even though it was freezing and snowing without an end in sight. but for now you decided to stay inside, after all you knew that kenma had plans. not that he would’ve told you personally, but you overheard him talking to his best friend on the phone last night.

as it turned out however, this didn’t seem to be the case.

you were currently walking around the apartment one last time, checking if you had taken everything with you before finally leaving, when something made you stop in your tracks, your hand tightening around one of the straps of your backpack.

you could practically feel your heart stop as you heard the door unlock and fall shot shortly after, followed by keys being tossed into the bowl right next to it.

why was he home? he wasn’t supposed to be home. 

“(y/n)?” you heard him call out for you and instantly your heartbeat sped up rapidly. he sounded puzzled and slightly irritated, which affirmed your belief that he saw the luggage in the hallway. “what’s going on?”

with a clenched jaw you forced yourself to calm down, your feet taking you to come face to face with him. “why are you home? i thought you wanted to go over to tetsurou’s place,” you stated calmly, forcing your voice to sound as bored as possible. you didn’t want him to know of the turmoil you felt inside of you.

kenma narrowed his eyes at you. “you didn’t answer my question”

shrugging, you pointed roughly into the direction of your suitcases. “well what does it look like? i’m leaving”

you don’t know how you were expecting him to react. shock? sadness? or even relief?

what you didn’t expect was to look at his ever so apathetic face as he only raised his eyebrows slightly at you. “haha, very funny” 

you could only blink at him for a few moments before you shook your head, muttering something to yourself. you shouldn’t be so surprised that he didn’t take you seriously. it’s not like he respected or even reacted to anything you told him before anyways.

good. maybe that would make it easier for you to leave.

“sure,” you whispered, not being able to mask the hurt and anger in your voice completely. 

you should have left earlier. you should have just gone outside despite the thick snow and cold wind instead of waiting for your friend to text you.

“come on, i know you’re joking,” kenma rolled his eyes at you as he spoke. “you wouldn’t just leave like that. did someone put you up to this stupid prank?”

scoffing, you let your backpack fall to the ground, clenching your first on your side.

a couple of months ago you would have tried to excuse the apathy in his voice and even excuse his way of dismissing you and whatever you were doing, telling yourself that he was tired or just busy but once this period was over he would again be the loving and attentive young man you fell in love with.

but he wasn’t anymore. and he hasn’t been for a long while.

furrowing your eyebrows you looked down to your backpack, rusting in it for a couple of seconds before pulling out a white, slightly wrinkled envelope. you took a deep breath to gather yourself before looking back up at him. “i wanted to leave this on the table, but since you’re here already” you held it out in front of you, looking at him expectantly.

with a confused look on his face, kenma reached out, taking the paper from you with slow hands, his bewildered eyes never leaving your stone-cold expression.

he looked down at it, seeing that it was addressed to him, his name handwritten in big, cursive letters. “what’s that supposed to be?”

“i told you, i’m leaving,” you repeated coldly.

with skeptic eyes he looked at the white paper for a second before meeting your eyes again. “why would you?” he sounded confused, more bewildered than actually emotional.

of course he still didn’t believe you. 

you were here in front of him, your suitcases packed and a backpack on your shoulders and he still didn’t take you seriously. what would you have to do for him to just listen to you for one time?

you couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at him, fingers tightening around the straps of your backpack before you swung it back onto yourself again, at the same time putting your shoes on. “read it and find out”

you jumped slightly as kenma spoke again, his voice now significantly louder than before, uncharacteristic for a quiet and rather apathetic person. “seriously? you say you’re leaving but can’t even tell me to my face why? really?” he sneered, taking a step closer to you.

in return you backed away, trying to keep your voice as low and steady as you could. “you have no reason to raise your voice at me right now”

after his hands had balled up the letter, kenma threw the paper on the ground. 

that’s what he was doing to what you were telling him. this is how much your words meant to him.

not even worth a listen, only worth to be thrown away.

“of course i have! i have every reason to! my partner wants to pack up and leave and doesn’t even have the heart to talk to me!” he continued yelling, pointing at you accusingly. 

of course everything was your fault. of course he didn’t listen. of course he didn’t entertain the possibility for even one second that everything you wanted to talk about and everything you argued about was serious.

you shook your head in disbelief, a shocked laugh escaping you. “suddenly you want to talk?”

“what the hell are you talking about”

every single word that left his mouth managed to drive the knife in your heart even deeper inside. did he ever even care? did the past years mean absolutely nothing to him? why was he so confused? did your concerns over all these months and years really mean nothing to him?

why did he care so little?

“if you want me to talk, sure, i’ll talk” you clenched your teeth, balling your hands to fists at your sides.

you looked back at him, letting out a deep breath before you summarized all your thoughts in just a few words, mentally begging that you could simply get out as fast as possible. “you don’t give a shit anymore. not about this relationship or about me”

you didn’t want to talk to him about it, afraid of what you might say or not say and afraid of what he might say. you didn’t want to see him stare at you as you poured your heart out, slap him in the face with every issue that‘s been laying heavy on your heart for way too long. you were afraid of breaking down crying in front of him, showing him just how much you hurt.

you simply couldn’t. you wouldn’t allow yourself to be so vulnerable in front of him, not in front of the person that made you feel so worthless and broken.

“i care about you!” kenma shouted back at you, taken aback by what you had just told him, “how could you say that i don’t?“

was that how he showed that he cared? ignoring you, arguing with you and constantly dismissing you? was that really how a person would show their love and care?

you scoffed. “no, you don’t, kenma! you stopped caring about us a long time ago,” you yelled, wanting nothing more than stomping your feet in frustration. why did he suddenly care so much? “you never talked to me unless it was to ask me to get you something because you were too lazy to get up and pause your game or wait before entering the next round. you never even thanked me when i brought you whatever it was you were asking for. you completely neglected your half of your chores and even had the audacity to get mad at me when i didn’t do them for you. and if that wasn’t enough, if i just as much as delayed mine for just a couple of hours because i came home from work exhausted as fuck, you found it in yourself to be angry at me too”

with every word you spoke you could see the anger in kenma‘s face disappear, instead shock and guilt taking it’s place. his entire stance loosened up, almost like he was about to lose balance on his feet. “(y/n), i-”

“i’m not done“ you continued to stare him down, a part of you taking pleasure in seeing his resolve crumble and see him look like a kicked dog. you know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help yourself. you suffered for so long, you were in pain for so long — he should know how he had made you feel all this time. “you never listened to me anymore, because whatever was on any of your screens was more important. i don’t know if it was a game, or a friend, at this point i wouldn’t even care if you had a side piece. because it’s not like this would matter anymore. whoever or whatever it was, is clearly more important to you”

kenma stepped back, looking away from you as he pressed his fingernails deeply into his palm. he opened and closed his mouth multiple times, unsure of what to say. that was until he finally settled on something. “you’re blowing this out of proportion,” he whispered.

you let out a breathy laugh. was he serious? blowing things out of proportion?

would he still say this if he knew just how many tears you shed because of this? if he knew how often you made excuses for him to not just yourself but your friends too, who desperately tried to help you realize that the relationship wasn’t healthy or good for you? how you were constantly doubting yourself, not knowing if you were the one expecting too much? would he finally realize everything if he knew how broken you felt?

turning away from him, you pressed your lips into a thin line, quickly flexing and relaxing your hands as you tried to ground yourself. with a sad smile you looked back at him again. “it was our anniversary a week ago. do you remember that?”

you could see how kenma‘s face fell, as he became even more overcome with guilt. so he really didn’t care anymore. “thought so. you didn’t even come home that night,“ you continued, melancholy overtaking you as you recounted the day mentally. the excitement and hope you felt when you first woke up and started your day, which slowly turned into sadness and hurt with every passing hour until you completely shut down the moment the new day began. “do you know how shitty it felt to sit at home and just wait for you to show up, only to realize that you actually forgot?”

you shook your head again, swallowing rapidly to get rid of the lump that was starting to form in your throat. “you. the guy that remembers every easter egg, every cheat code and every shortcut from practically every game he played over the last year. that guy forgot his anniversary. and his partner’s birthday too while we’re at it”

it seemed that now the harsh reality finally hit kenma. he nodded, looking down in shame as he fiddled with his fingers. he opened his mouth, only to close it again. and again. and again. you could see the gears turning in his head.

in the meanwhile, you felt relief. while you still didn’t like that you were standing in front of him and couldn’t just disappear as planned, never seeing him again, you got a sense of comforting retaliation with every passing second. maybe, just maybe, he could feel even just an ounce of what you felt. 

“(y/n), i can make it up to you, i promise, i’ll do anything. i didn’t mean to, i just got so caught up in everything,“ he tried to reason, miserably failing in his attempt to admit his faults without taking an ounce of accountability.

maybe he didn’t get it after all.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you’re incredibly stupid if you actually believe that,” you stated with a shockingly monotone voice, shutting your eyes in defeat. “just face it, kenma. you didn’t care and don’t pretend to care now”

“but i did! i do!” he immediately claimed, stepping closer to you again, trying to take your hand, only for you to pull yours away as soon as his fingers touched your skin.

you sighed, holding your hands up in front of you in an attempt to protect yourself from every word that was leaving his mouth. he had already proved over and over again that he didn’t care about you — that he didn’t love you. so why couldn’t he allow you to finally leave and rid yourself from all this pain?

“stop. i can’t hear any of your lies before, really. i’m done with this too now, just like you are. shouldn’t you be happy now?” and yet again you felt your throat tighten. did kenma actually enjoy this? did he get some sick sense of pleasure from seeing you so hurt, so broken? why couldn’t he just let you go when this was what he made you believe he wanted?

“no one here that will annoy you when you’re gaming, no one that will force you to actually eat and no one that will drag you away from your pc so you can see the sun for at least five minutes. sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?”

“no,“ he denied, reaching out for you, only to see you back away even more.

“no? but that’s what you wanted” you refused to look at him, instead carefully and slowly making your way over to your suitcases.

kenma however didn’t want to see you go, his hand grabbing your arm in a desperate attempt to keep you here, by his side. “no it’s not”

you used your free hand to peel his from your arm, shaking your head again in defeat. “well, that’s what you got now at least”

he stood there frozen as he watched you grab the handles of your suitcases, taking a deep breath before you spoke again, this time with your back to him.

“you know, i really wanted us to last, kenma. i really did. i tried to talk to you about this, i wanted to work this out together. but you never listened” you sighed, not being able to stop a sad smile appearing on your lips. “kind of ironic that you do now”

you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. you could feel the hope rising in your chest, feeling relief at the thought of leaving this place. as you were about to step out, you stopped in your tracks, but refused to turn around. instead you glanced over to the window, seeing just how heavy the snow has gotten over the last hour. you clenched your jaw. “i asked tetsurou to come over later. i know you don’t like being alone at home when there’s supposed to be a snowstorm”

when you stepped even further away from him, finally reaching the door, kenma was ripped out of his frozen state, jumping forward and grabbing your arm once again. “(y/n), no!” he yelled out. 

your jaw clenched as soon as he touched you again, your mind falling into a loop of yelling at you to simply rip yourself away from him and leave without any other word and the other part simply begging him to finally let you go. you took a deep breath. “you’re going to close your eyes and let go of me. you’re going to count to ten. and when you open your eyes again, i’ll be gone”

it seemed so easy for him to hurt you over and over again, and yet he couldn’t seem to let you go. did he love to see you in such pain and misery? did he really just want to hurt you? 

“please don’t do this to me,“ kenma begged, his voice significantly more hoarse than before.

you scoffed. it’s not like you were doing this all just to hurt him — you simply wanted to be better, more than just feel blue day in and day out. you wanted to live again, not rot with a boyfriend that didn’t give a damn about you. “let go of me”

he grew more and more desperate, pulling on your sleeves like a child. “please don’t do this to us!”

“there is no ‘us’, kenma!” you finally yelled at him, confirming not just to him, but really to yourself that you actually meant what you said and wrote down. you were over and there was nothing he could do to change it. “didn’t you hear me? it’s gone”

“i love you!” he yelled back, his voice breaking. “i love you, i love you so much, please” 

and even though you were so relieved to finally leave, in this moment, you halted. 

love.

oh, how much you had loved him. 

after a deep, almost silent sigh, you looked back at him, seeing kenma with his head hanging low. “i would’ve given you everything to hear that just a few weeks ago. i gave you everything i had. and i would’ve been so incredibly happy” a smile spread over your face and you allowed yourself to fall for the illusion that his confession gave you. in some other universe you would hear these words daily, spoken with so much care and adoration, more than you could ever imagine. you would fall into his arms and kiss him sweetly and passionately and at the end of the day fall asleep in your shared bed, your bodies intertwined. you would be happy. “but now?”

“(y/n), please,“ he whispered.

“no. you’re too late”

and with that you shook him off off you again, finally opening the door, the cold air in the hallway hitting your face. 

behind you, kenma fell down to his knees, a lump in his throat, as he reached out for you, only to pull back immediately after. “please, i’m sorry! i’ll be better, i’ll change, i promise!”

you didn’t look at him, not wanting to see him in such a state. “i’m so sorry” 

pathetic — that was what he was right now. carelessly toying with your feelings and now that you just couldn’t take it anymore and left him, he suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. like a child that always ignored a toy, only to throw a fit as soon as another one wanted to play with it.

“i don’t want to hear your apologies. they don’t mean anything, kenma. they’re worthless” you spat at him, still staring at the grey wall ahead. “you can’t just keep apologizing and not change anything. i’m so sick of it, i can’t take it anymore” you clenched your jaw, shutting your eyes to prevent just a single tear from falling. “i can’t get my hopes up only for you to crush them every time”

“i never wanted us to end,” he whispered, hands falling into his lap. “especially not like this. you have to believe me. please, let me fix it”

you shook your head.

“it doesn’t matter what you wanted. what matters is what you did. and what you did was hurt me. over and over, again and again” you huffed, looking down and a sad smile on your lips. “there’s only so much i can take,” your voice broke, leaving you with no choice but to clear your throat and shake your head. you promised yourself that you wouldn’t start crying here. you had cried enough already in this apartment.

“and there’s nothing you can do to fix it. you can’t reset”

you turned your back to him, only to face him again a couple of seconds later, clenching your fists at your side. after taking a deep breath, you spoke again. “it’s over, kenma” 

without waiting any longer you grabbed your two suitcases standing next to the door and walked out, careful not to slam the door behind you. while you dragged your luggage down, careful not to trip as your eyes filled with tears and constantly swallowing the lump in your throat, kenma still stood in the hallway, staring at the spot in which you stood just a few minutes ago, completely dazed. 

it was only when you were long gone, after your friend had picked you up and allowed you to cry your heart out on their shoulder, did kenma feel like he could finally move. he was about to turn around and leave when he noticed a white ball laying on the floor. with a shaky hand he went and picked it up, only to realize that it was your letter, the only thing you had left behind for him.

clutching it into his chest he sank down on his knees, hunching over as he felt the tears pooling out of his eyes.

finally kenma realized that what you said was true. there was nothing he could do to fix this and get you back, there were no save points to return, no data to delete to start over and no cheat codes to enter.

it was game over.

Mrs. & Mrs. Smith

In which Mizu and fem! reader are assigned to top-secret missions that are high-risk under the guise of being one another’s wives. Violence and sexual/romantic tension ensue!

based off maya erskine’s new series—I’m obsessed..

You both are very cold, calculated killers that the government has placed in this mission. It’s meant to be a long term thing, months for sure, years? most likely.

The first time you both meet, it’s awkward. Mizu is all long pale limbs and a dark spill of hair against strong shoulders, stronger chest.

She eyes you as you blatantly check her out. “You know this isn’t real, right?”

And you shrug, bite your lip and get moved in. Ignoring the way you can feel Mizu’s glare on you as you walk up the stairs to your room.

Your missions are vague. A note at the door step in the mornings. Mizu wakes before you do usually, and when she saunters into your room, bedtime robe slipping off her rippling shoulders, you try not to drool too obviously.

She gives you the rundown and you’re dressed in an hour. The mission is simple: deliver an unmarked package, then leave.

Yet, as Mizu ties up her hair as you’re both being chased onto a boat where the designated drop point is, you feel your heart race—not from the adrenaline or danger.

Her jaw is sharp, cut into a jagged point where it slopes off soft and connecting to her ears—the ones that stick out slightly. Make her look younger. You blush despite the situation.

Fast forward to after dropping off the package when suddenly the package erupts and sends you both flying off into the pier.

You’re both soaking by the time you’re on shore, but you’re met with enemies who leave you no option but to surrender.

You try very hard not to focus entirely on the long katana pressed to Mizu’s neck: the heartbeat you can see flutter there as she quickly knocks the man unconscious.

As if on autopilot, you do the same: respond to her move, meet her in the middle.

More men come, but you’re both fighting: a flow that mimics the sea and the flow of clouds on a windy day. You flip Mizu over your back with ease, her grunts sending a deep heat into your belly.

When you both return home, Mizu showers, and you slip inside, hands finding her waist, her shoulders, the place on her neck where the sharp of the blade was earlier.

You kiss it, an apology. A promise, maybe. She cleans the dried blood off your forehead and you laugh, amused.

What? she’ll ask, confused. Nothing. Just, happy wife, happy life, right?

Mizu kisses you to shut you up.

———

The amount of blood loss from a bloody nose alone would have me in shambles..imagine seeing mizu in action…wow

you as kodzuken's hidden girlfriend.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, finally revealing yourself to kenma's fans, they literally love you, kenma's smiling at all the comments, timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.

his fans weren't dumb. they already knew he had a girlfriend.

from the way he looked off-screen with a small smile creeping onto his face, or the way a little "thud!" was heard as there's now a magical slice of apple pie on his desk, i think the fans can put two and two together by now. 😭

kenma is a genius, not an actor. he can't hide his emotions.

the day you revealed yourself as the one and only kodzuken's girlfriend (actually, now fiancé), chaos ensued.

the media has gone wild, there's fanart of you two everywhere, twitter can't stop going on about how pretty you are, etc.

you two decided that a face reveal was fit only after you got engaged, so that if you two ever broke up (which was.. clearly a mismatch, by the way), the fans wouldn't crowd you with personal questions.

but, now that it's official, you both see no reason why to hold back anymore. 🤷‍♀️

it was on his congratulatory five-million-followers stream special, and you popped into frame next to him, attacking him with several kisses on both his cheeks. :3

"OH MY?? GUYS, IT'S HAPPENING@(!$÷"

"BRO IS THAT KODZU'S GF??"

"SHE'S SO CUTE WAIIITTT"

"kodzuken has good taste 😔✊🏻"

after you were done showering him with kisses, you finally introduced yourself as kenma's fiancé, flashing the 24k princess cut diamond ring on your left hand with a happy smile.

that moment was clipped, and it eventually went viral all around twitter. his fans knew he had a girlfriend, but they didn't know that he proposed.

"WOWWW KODZU IS LOADED"

"WHY'S THE DIAMOND SO BIG IT'S BLINDING MY EYES"

"when is it my turn. 🙂"

kenma starts reading the comments, and bro has the biggest smile on his face. even his viewers have never seen him smile this much. 😭😭😭

""is y/n single—" no. we're getting married. sorry, i guess." LMAOO??

he has to fight off all your new fans with a sword and shield because any person would adore how beautiful and kind you are.

""can y/n be my valentines—" valentines was weeks ago. plus, she spent the holiday with me. so go and ask someone else." kenma hisses.

you've never seen this possessive side of kenma, and honestly, it was so cute! your whole face is probably painted red by now, but you don't care. you're listening to your fiancé trying to reason with your fans on why you're his and his only.

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