#and once i eat it they can breathe a sigh of relief because im not there anymore. burdening them with my presence

[vagueiish]

people who are like 'oh, i was worried about you!' when you reach out to them after a while of being radio silent are so fucking useless. like, right, worried. so worried you never reached out once and i had to do all the work

"""worried""". fuck off

[starrluvs]

𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 + 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

summary: just complete thirst about the lin kuei brothers and you sitting on their face

cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationships, submissive/bottom tomas, (literally my religion omg), tomas cums just from eating you out :( , mdni !

wc: 1k

a/n: im ovulating and i just had to write this omg im sorry this is so self indulgent

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎

being the eldest brother and grandmaster of the lin kuei, bi-han has had his fair share of experience with sexual encounters. and as much as he’s been on the receiving end of oral, he’ll only give back to a partner he deems worthy of his love and time. getting to this point with bi-han took some time, but it was sure as hell worth it.

bi-han’s cold tongue had no mercy on your quivering state as he continued to flick your clit in all sorts of motions and patterns. you were instructed to hold your orgasm because you knew bi-han loved it most when you came around his cock and milked him, but he definitely wasn’t making this easy for you.

the tips of his fingers were starting to grow frost as they dug into the flesh of your thighs and ass. despite you being on top, the cryomancer controlled your pace with the way he rocked your hips back and forth. as always, he was in control while he worked his magic. 

suddenly his actions on your clit came to a halt. you were going to let out a sigh of relief and calm yourself down for a moment, but bi-han had no intentions of letting that happen. with a loud yelp, you unexpectedly feel the cryomancer’s strength and he positions your hole directly to his tongue and your clit to the tip of nose. 

with no time for you to breathe, bi-han dives straight in and runs his tongue around your gummy walls. the feeling of his cold muscle inside of you made you squeal and jerk your hips on instinct– ultimately causing your clit to smudge against his nose, making you gasp and arch your back. 

bi-han groans and pulls your pussy deeper into his face, making you feel the vibrations course around your groin. the grip on your hips was now deadly as the cryomancer denied you of moving your hips at all. he continued to feast on you as if you were his last meal–

and maaaybe you accidentally came on the spot without his permission… (you were totally in for it now.)

𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍

this man is a pussy eating champ. when compared to his brothers, he easily has the most skilled tongue– and that means you’re in for one hell of a treat. unlike his older brother, kuai liang’s favourite pastime is pleasuring you and that pussy of yours that he’s head over heels for. 

kuai liang’s hands reached up to fondle your breasts as he moved his tongue in and out of you repeatedly. your back was arched as your hands grabbed onto the headboard for support to hold yourself up. the obscene slurping sounds that came from kuai liang’s actions bounced off the walls and flooded your ears, only heightening your arousal. 

as he continued exploring your velvety walls, you feel the pyromancer take your nipples between his index and thumbs. you squeal at the feeling of your sensitive buds being tended to and your hands shoot down to tangle your fingers through his dark locks– which was messily undone from his usual well-kept bun while some free strands stuck to his forehead.

kuai liang moans in response to your hands gripping tightly at his hair, and you can feel the intensity growing more by each second that passes. he’s done this more than enough times with you to know when you were close. he could tell just by the way you slurred out his name. 

once telling you to let go, he grabs your hands away from his hair and intertwines his fingers with yours. his brown orbs dont break eye contact with you, and you know exactly what he’s expecting you to do–

as if you two could read each other’s minds, kuai liang sticks his tongue out and flattens it, encouraging you to chase your orgasm. and of course, you do as he wants. your hips rock (almost uncontrollably) back and forth against his warm tongue. your back arched, head rolled back… and those pornographic moans escaped your lips…kuai liang’s eyes stayed on you the entire time.

he could truly spend eternity beneath you, nose deep in your pussy.

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 

the youngest of the three was most likely the least dominant compared to his brothers. most of your sexual encounters with tomas consisted of you being in charge and praising him like the good boy he was- especially if you're sitting on his face.

his head was cushioned between your thighs as your warm pussy rocked against his face– back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. your pace was under control as you kept yourself  calm and composed… which was the complete opposite of the czech assassin smothered beneath you. 

he was a complete mess under you and you loved it. his tongue was messily lapping up all your juices that were also trailing down to his chin, neck, and some that even spilled on the bridge and tip on his nose. 

tomas’ moans and whimpers were muffled by your pussy that was practically suffocating him, causing you to let out a small moan yourself before teasing him about how loud he’s being. in response, you hear him struggle to muster out an apology, but that wouldn't matter…

noticing that you were wearing nothing else but an oversized shirt from tomas’ wardrobe, you mischievously smile down at the youngest lin kuei brother. his doe grey orbs looked  up at you, trying to clear the daze in his head to figure out what you were thinking.

though, the last thing you seen was his eyes widen slightly before you push your (his) shirt over his head, denying him to see anything– trapping him completely with your pussy. all you do is continue to moan and grind his face, telling him how good he was for still pleasuring you. 

while striving to snap that coil in your stomach, you completely stop your motions as tomas lets out an obscene, muffled whimper. you feel something from behind splat on your lower back and ass. looking back to see what happened, you couldnt help but giggle–

tomas was panting heavily from the way his chest heaved up and down, and his seed was spilled all over his stomach, which also landed on you… he truly was the cutest.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗪𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡? - part five max verstappen x reader (fluff) “. . . when he wants to be normal, he can count on you, stranger.”

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Max felt like he was going to throw up when he read your newest messag

y/n — call! i can't believe what just happened

He's just dropped you off at your hotel 5 minutes ago, at this point you should be in your room packing for your flight. The ducth was anxious for a several amount of reasons. He didn't think he could call you so soon without you recognizing his voice.

And two, the thought of logging in as Amilian again was making him feel like he's seriously sick. He can't go back to hiding behind a name and a fake profile. He wanted to be normal the way you were with him.

amilian — i can't speak, but i can listen if you still want to talk

Max was glad he was back in his apartment, phone disgarded on the floor with the unsent message as he threw up the creps you had made in the morning. He felt like shit. One, he was lying to you. Two, he felt like Amilian was an imposter in his life that was slowly eating him.

And three, he threw up the food that you put effort in and was so happy to eat. He stared at the half digested food, feeling like he was going to cry. He dreamed about eating your cooking for two years and a half and when he finally does he throws it up in addition to wasting food.

Max sat on the floor of the bathroom, wiping his mouth and flushing the toilet as he sent the message, the 'you're getting a phone call' icon appearing sooner than he'd like.

"I made a friend." You say relieved as soo as the man picked up. Max nodded to himself even though you couldn't see. "You were right about clubbing. I shouldn't have went alone." Something bad would've happened but it didn't thankfully." Max sighed in relief even though he knew the whole gist because he was there.

amilian — are you okay?

"Yeah, I'm okay." you breath out. "Someone stepped in." Max nodded again and wiped his eyes. "He uh, he's a good guy. He let me stay at his for the night and gave me a bed. I was passed out so he got his sister to put me in something comfortable. I'm . . . I really appreciate him."

amilian — im glad you're safe

amilian — where are you now?

"I'm in my hotel room." You sighed, putting the phone on speaker as you looked around your room. "My flight's in three hours so I have to leave in a few."

And now Max felt even worse. He didn't want you to leave and be so far again from him. Now that he's gotten a taste he want's the whole serving. He needs you in a way that pains him. His apartment that's empty for more than three quarters of a year felt even emptier once your lively energy showed him what could be.

he stayed silent, pressing the phone to his ear as he listened to you, wiping the occasional tear as one of his cats came to lay on his lap. At least he wasn't fully alone in this world.

Max has to put Amilian away. This is not right. He's lost touch of the real world.

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[demonpiratehuntress]

dreams

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

summary - majority of your dreams seem to manifest in the real world somehow, so when you have one about your crush and your best friend...things get a little out of control.

warnings - heavy angst (im sorry), hurt to comfort

a/n: when i started writing for this fandom i PROMISED myself i would not make it all angst and no fun, but oh well :))))) idek where this idea came from, i need help

You woke up from a nap with the sickening urge to empty your stomach overboard. Nausea reared its ugly head, and before you could even try to tame the feeling, you were sprinting to the side of the ship to empty your stomach.

What exactly was the cause?

This would sound insanely ridiculous, and to you it really was, but you had a weird dream. And it didn't sit well with you. Most of the dreams you had often became a reality, albeit with slight changes. There were some that didn't, but almost all of them came true eventually or manifested in a similar way at some point.

And that's probably the reason you couldn't stop yourself from vomiting obscenely before your stunned - and confused - crew.

"(Name), are you okay?" Nami asked worriedly, coming over to you.

You flinched away from her, increasing her confusion, before turning and running off to the bathroom. She exchanged looks with the others who were out on deck - Usopp and Luffy - before shrugging it off and going back to mapping the ship's course.

The truth was, you had a completely unexpected yet maddening dream while napping, one that you prayed to any god who would listen would not come true. You had dreamed of Zoro - the man you had the biggest crush on - and Nami, which may seem an odd coupling and probably was but you couldn't control your dreams. Much like how you couldn't control how you felt about it, despite it only being a fictional idea your mind concocted.

You went straight to yours and Nami's room after cleaning yourself up, setting up the divider that separated your section from hers so you wouldn't have to deal with seeing her if she came in. Your behaviour was unfair to her, since you knew she would never do anything like that, nor did she have any romantic interest in Zoro. In fact, she barely had any interest in the swordsman at all. But according to your dream, that might change.

You curled up on your bed, pulling the blanket right up over your head to shield yourself from the real world. The familiar feeling of something wet running down your cheek informed you that you had started crying, but you couldn't care less. You couldn't move. You didn't have the energy to move, much less bring your hand up to wipe your tears away. So you just lay there, curled up in a foetal position, trying - and miserably failing - to get your mind off it.

A while later, a knock at your door caused you to jerk up in your bed, before you groaned and flopped back down.

"Go away!"

"Nami said you're sick," came Sanji's voice, "So I made you some soup. Please open the door."

You breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't either of the two people you were currently trying to avoid. Slowly dragging yourself out of bed, you had to make even more effort to get yourself to the door. Forgetting that you had just been crying, you opened it and let the cook in, confused when his expression immediately grew alarmed.

"(Name), why are you crying??" He immediately set the soup down and pulled you into a comforting hug - one that seemed to be much warmer than usual right now.

"I-I'm fine," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Just not well."

He nodded, falling for your excuse, before pulling away to hand you the soup, "Here, this should help. If you need more, or if you need anything else, just let me know." He smiled at you, before leaving you alone once again.

You sat back down on your bed and ate the soup - because who can say no to Sanji's cooking, even if you're not really in the mood to eat? And it did help, the warmth helping to settle your queasy stomach and alleviate the nausea if only a little bit. Minutes after you finished it, there was another knock and you frowned, wondering who it was now.

You didn't answer, in fear of it being Zoro.

Just the thought of Zoro had you replaying that dream all over again, and before you could stop yourself or at least soften the sound, sobs were wracking your body and you were burying your face in your hands, crying into their warmth.

The door opened and a familiar set of heavy footsteps reached your ears before the bed dipped beside you. Your entire body froze up, tensing at the arrival of the green-haired swordsman. Your sobs fell silent, hiccups replacing them as you stilled and tried your best to quell your sadness - still keeping your face hidden.

"What happened?" Came that usually-comforting deep voice you loved so much, but that now caused your nausea to return. "What's wrong, (Name)?"

"Please go away," you found yourself speaking, not wanting to push him away but knowing you'd feel even more ridiculous if he found out how you felt about him while you were recounting a silly dream.

"No."

Usually the swordsman would leave without a word if you asked for space, or if you told him to go away, but this time he could see you were absolutely not okay and you needed someone. Luffy wouldn't be a good idea, Usopp wouldn't know what to do, and you seemed to be avoiding Nami. And he sure as hell did not want that stupid cook anywhere near you right now, in fear of him comforting you so well that the swordsman would lose you to him entirely.

You didn't respond to that, so Zoro brought his hands up to slowly and gently peel yours away from your face. You let him, shocking yourself, and the sight of your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face caused his heart to constrict painfully.

"Tell me what's wrong."

He held your hands in his own, not wanting to let go. He had waited so long to be able to hold them, and he was glad for this excuse to. But he was heartbroken seeing you so upset and apparently sick over something he didn't know about yet. He gently squeezed your hands, silently encouraging you to speak. He wasn't good with words, but if comfort was what you needed he would do and say whatever he could to make your pain go away.

"It's you and Nami."

He stiffened. He didn't know what that meant, but just hearing he was part of the reason you were so upset made his heart sink.

"What did we do?"

"It's...um...it's silly," you replied quietly, voice low but pain still evident. "It doesn't matter." You tried pulling your hands away, but Zoro only gripped them tighter.

"It does, if it's making you this upset."

Reluctantly, you relayed to him what you had dreamed about, voice cracking halfway through as more tears fell. You felt even sillier saying it to someone else, especially him, and avoided making eye-contact throughout the entire explanation. When you finished, you shot him a small, brief glance - only to do a double take when you saw the absolutely horrified and disgusted look on his face.

"Me and the thief?" He questioned, distaste clear in his tone. "You've got to be kidding me." He sighed, sneakily shifting closer to you on the bed. "That can't be possible."

"But-"

"Some of your dreams don't come true," he reminded you, "This is definitely one of those. You want to know how I know?"

You nodded slowly, biting your lip.

You did not expect his next words.

"Because I already dream about doing that with you."

Your jaw dropped. If you were like Luffy, it would have probably dropped all the way to the floor, you were so stunned by his confession. Your formerly slowed heartbeat picked up speed again, heat filling your cheeks as you processed his words.

"Me?"

"Mhm. Only you. Been a recurring dream, actually."

As you stuttered out an incomplete sentence and then stammered through some nonsense, Zoro leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against yours, locking you in a slow but sweet kiss. His lips were warm and soft, inviting you to lean into him and return the kiss. The affectionate gesture had butterflies blooming in your stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whispered once you remembered how to speak.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you into a warm, comforting and secure embrace.

You sat like that quietly for a while, Zoro rubbing soothing circles onto your back while you clung to him, face buried in his neck. He kissed the top of your head every few minutes, in between mumbling sweet words of comfort into your ear - mainly "you're beautiful" and "i'm yours" because he didn't know what else to say. But it was enough for you.

Eventually, he spoke up.

"You should clear things up with Nami. She's upset because you're not talking to her."

"I know...later."

He chuckled and tightened his grip on you, keeping you warm and increasingly happy in his strong arms. He didn't intend on letting go, but that was good because you didn't want him to.

BONUS:

"STUPID MOSSHEAD!"

Loud banging and clanging jerked you awake the morning after your confessions, the sound of Sanji's loud exclamation having woken you - but not Zoro - up. He probably had woken up the others as well.

You tried to get up to see what was wrong, but Zoro refused to let go. He was still sleeping, but his arms wound around you even tighter, pulling you back against him. You sighed, knowing you could ask someone else later anyway.

Nami poked her head around the divider and smirked, "He's upset that Zoro finally confessed and ruined his chance to woo you."

You laughed at that, "Give him an hour, max. Then he'll try to woo you."

She groaned, "I'm already dreading it."

The two of you laughed, and it felt good to be back on speaking terms with her. Even though, strictly speaking, you hadn't had a reason not to be in the first place. But oh well.

The power of dreams...

[smuutboxx]

It’s nice seeing more male reader blogs pop up, im excited to see what you’ll write in the future.

I’m requesting a Jax x male reader with the classic scenario of getting trapped in a small space together. An idea is that the group is on an adventure and the two gets pushed in by one of the things they are supposed to be capturing, but you can do whatever you’d like on how they got locked up in there. I’d also like to quickly request that the reader isn’t shy or anything, he has both bark and bite to his character yk? (You can make the reader dom or sub since it doesn’t really matter to me, but it would be appreciated if the reader is a dom in this story) Thanks!

"Hide And Seek."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: Thank you so much for the kind words :-) I love this request as well!

Genre: Smut (18+)

Pairings: Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus) x You (Male Reader)

Warnings: None, other than sex obviously. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“We’re doing what?”

Pomni inquired, her head tilted in confusion with her finger beside her cheek. ‘How very animated of her’ you thought in observation. “A classic game of hide and seek! Because if I sit here for any longer and continue to think I’ll blow my f@%#ing brains out!” Ragatha smiled, almost in a threatening way. You nodded at her explanation, you’ve been stuck here long enough to understand how not to think too hard about reality turning out to be a hoax. “--Not counting!” Jax's' ears shot up as he quickly put his index finger on his nose. You followed his action as quickly as possible. Then Gangle, Kinger, Zooble, Ragatha, aaaaaaaaand…

“Suck it Pomni!” Jax cackled, taking your hand and running off. You had realized you had taken a liking to Jax and he of course reciprocated those same feelings. You weren’t sure if he was entirely attracted to you like you were to him – but he wasn’t a very subtle guy. You look back and see everyone scatter as if someone just broke a bottle of alcohol on the floor. Pomni groaned and lay flat on the floor, her arms and legs spread out as she counted out loud. “1….2…3…-” Her counting continued as you searched around with Jax for a possible hiding spot. Something great, something that would take hours! Somewhere...private. You were only a man, why not take this opportunity to be in such a closed-off space with him? “Psst!” Jax motioned for a small closet in a hidden-ish area. You grinned, letting out a mischievous giggle with him as you rushed in, tugging him with you by his overall straps.

Now it was dark.

“Where is this even in the circus?” You whispered, realizing you weren’t sure where you two had run off to. “No idea, it’s good though. Right?” You felt him turn to you, his ears flowing with the turn a second after. You nodded and smiled at him, he somehow smiled wider. Your head quickly whipped to the door – thinking you heard a noise. “Wha-” Jax gave an attempt to talk but you swiftly covered his mouth. His ears perked up, hearing Pomni's' footsteps. “Helllloooo?” She called out, her tone of voice seemed more freaked out than playful like it should have been. She didn’t enjoy being alone here. You and Jax both held your... breath? And waited for Pomni to pass by.

..her footsteps passed. You both let out a sigh of relief. “Hold on.” You whispered, lifting yourself slightly to check outside of the door. Before you could check you felt the doorknob fail on you. “Jax?! There was a lock on this door??” You whisper-yelled. Jax shot up, hitting his head against something and letting out a hiss, then covered his mouth. You both stood still, looking at each other with terrified eyes. Once about 30 seconds passed, you gave him an irritated look. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I had no idea!” He said still in a hushed tone. “Where are your thousand keys?!” You let go of the doorknob and poke his chest aggressively. He shrugged, his shit-eating grin still plastered on his face as his ears lowered and his hands up in defense.

“Dude.” You push him down as he lands on his ass, legs spread. “Oh c’mon sweetheart, I seriously had no idea!” He pleaded crawling over to you. You huffed and sat in the opposite corner with your arms crossed. Yeah, you wanted to be in a dark and private area with him, but with the ability to come out at some point! Stupid ass rabbit. Jax giggled quietly as he got closer to you, “You don’t wanna be stuck in here with me?” He said in a low voice, his eyes squinting with his wide smile. You learned that not only does Jax…really like you but he’s extremely touch-starved. When you showed him affection the first time he never stopped touching you.

“No, nobody would enjoy this.” “Except you.” “Why me?” “Cause I’m your favorite.” “Your ego is high.” “You're my favorite.” “I know.”

You felt two big hands on your thighs, your legs naturally spread for them. Yikes. The only problem Jax had was your clothes being on your body, which were currently being removed. “Jax.” Why were you trying to stop him? You didn’t want him to, but you also wanted to see how desperate he’d get once he took all your clothes off. It’s probably been years since he’d got to be buried in anything. He shoved his body against you, almost aggressively trying to be as close to you as possible. “It’s cold.” Great, your clothes were off, now your ass was bare on the floor. “Hey, handsome,” Jax whispered into your ear, suddenly wrapping his hand around your cock. You jolted and uncrossed your arms quickly to wrap your arms around him. “Whaaaat?” You whined quietly, shoving your head into his neck. “You wanted us to get stuck in here, didn’t you? You slut.” ‘Fuck him, oh god. Fuck.’ You held onto him tighter, his degrading words heading straight to your cock. Which he felt in his hand as he continued to move his hand faster and faster up and down.. 'up and down..aah..up and down..fuck..’ -- “Jax..!” You moan in his ear, a little louder than you should have. He stopped his hand, letting out entirely. “No!” You whisper yell, bucking your hips in the hair for something. “Please- Jax. C’mon!” He grabbed your face and pulled you closer to his face. “Shut the f#%! up, do you want Caine to catch us?” He scolded, and you shook your head. You looked up at him pleadingly, tugging at his overalls. “Mmhh…m’sorry.” You heard Jax giggle again. “Good boy.” He allowed you to take his overalls off finally, sliding them down just below his waist to reveal himself.

You weren’t gonna ask why you had genitals, but you weren’t going to complain. He took your leg, lifting it over his shoulder. ‘God, finally.’ You thought, covering your mouth with one hand as you looked down to watch him slide into you. You squeaked as he made his way inside you, whispering his name over and over again as if it were a spell and you were wishing for something to happen. The moment he felt himself settle inside you he processed the feeling. You were so warm, fuck so warm. He needed more, god he needed more. Jax leaned over, gripped your hips, and dug his face into your shoulder still with your leg on his as he slammed his hips into you. You dig your nails into his back, a desperate whiney moan leaving your throat.

“Fuck you feel so good. you feel so good. you feel so good. you feel so good–”

You wanted to giggle at his actions but the way he was plowing himself into you wouldn’t let you speak, so you grabbed his ears and tugged onto them to pull him away from your shoulder which was full of drool. He let out a high-pitched moan, his cartoonish eyes rolling back. ‘Didn’t he say to be quiet?’ You managed to think, feeling your climax coming closer and closer with each aggressive thrust into your hips. As soon as you let go of his ears his head shot back to your shoulder like a magnet. Suddenly he bit down, shoving his cock deep inside you and cumming inside without warning.

You gasped at the new warmth and wrapped your hand around his throat as if to punish him – but that kinky little shit enjoyed it. He kept his hips moving, slightly slower than before as you felt your high coming in rapidly. Your quiet moans began louder and louder, squeezing your grip around Jax’s throat. You arched your back and made an absolute fucking mess of yourself. You came all over your stomach, scratching at Jax’s arm to make him stop moving his hips as the overstimulation became uncomfortable. He slowed his hips down soon, pulling out and taking a good look at you.

“..thanks.” He huffed, wiping the drool from his chin and eyeing you up and down. You roll your eyes, catching your breath. “You needed that.” You tease, holding his face gently and rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

What a silly rabbit.

[brighttears]

Safe

Joel Miller x reader

no physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: After a startle at breakfast in Jackson, Joel calms you down from a panic attack.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: graphic depictions of panic attack, negative self talk, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, darling)

A/n: just a lil somethin :3 also the panic attack is based off of personal experience just in case anyone is sus im not makin this shit up lol

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Culture shock is the perfect term to use in relation to what it's like coming into Jackson after months on the road. It’s bright, vividly colored, large, loud, and always so fucking busy. You haven’t been around this many people since Boston, but so much has changed since then. It's been a few weeks now, but you still haven’t even figured out how to let your guard down. 

The dining hall is the worst part of the day. You will yourself to come and eat because you believe it is good for you, you need to get used to it, and you don’t want to other yourself by taking your plate outside. You feel separated enough already, like a wild animal being introduced into a zoo enclosure. But god, the scrapping utensils on plates, chewing, so much conversation, boisterous laughing, people getting up and down from their seats; so much open space with so much activity, you can barely keep your eyes down enough to be able to look at the food you’re trying to get into your mouth. But Joel is always right there with you, with a comforting hand on your thigh, grounding both you and him, eyes flicking around just as much as yours, and a matching sigh of relief once you make it back outside, with a ‘We did it’ or ‘Good job sweetheart’ to pick your spirits up. 

You don’t know what it is about today; nothing you can put your finger on, just some uneasy feeling that you woke up with. Some days are just like this, though, like a scratch you can’t itch somewhere in your brain, irritating your nervous system until whatever it is decides to let you out of its clutches. 

“Come on honey, time to go,” Joel says from the door as he pulls his jacket on. You let out a deep breath, staring out of the kitchen window with your arms crossed over your chest, an absentminded hand smoothing over your throat. Squeezing your arm with your other hand, you will yourself to move, leave the house, go down to the dining hall. Its just breakfast, just breakfast, just fucking breakfast. Come on. You can do this. You’ve been through much, much worse than this. Come on. 

“Hey,” Joel’s voice sounds suddenly from right behind you and you jump, sucking in a breath with a defensive hand jutting out towards him. 

“Fuck.” You breath back out, leaning down and pulling your hand back to you electrified chest, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You shake your head, guilty and embarrassed for reacting like that to Joel, who you know wouldn’t even dream of hurting you. 

“It’s alright darlin’, it’s alright. You’re ok.” He coos. 

Blinking hard, you nod, “Yeah, sorry, you just startled me. I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t tryna sneak up on ya,”

“No, I know, it’s just… I don’t know, I just feel… off today.” You say as you straighten up.  

Joel meets you slowly, placing his hands on your arms. “You wanna just stay in this mornin’? I can go grab the food or have Tommy or Maria—”

“No, no, I can do it.” You interrupt him and swallow hard. 

“You sure? There’s no shame in—”

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m fine. It’s fine. I’ve been through worse.” You smirk, trying to lighten the mood. 

Joel returns a light smile. His eyes fall to your lips, and he leans in for a quick kiss before turning back to the door. His touch relaxes your shoulders and you take one more deep breath before following him outside. As you start down the road, his arm slides around your waist. Even just a small gesture like this from your man makes you feel safer. When you feel his breaths, deliberately deep and even, you follow suit, and the two of you prepare for the upcoming onslaught of breakfast. Despite your efforts, though, you can feel your heartbeat quicken as you near the doors.

As you enter, Joel’s arm slips from around you but you grasp each other's hands as you walk to the table that Tommy and Maria are already sat waiting at, both giving you a smile as you come to your seats. 

“A bit late this morning.” Maria says. 

“Slept in?” Tommy winks.

“No, uh, just, late morning, I guess.” Joel replies, not meeting their eyes, instead instinctively sweeping them over the room. You keep your own eyes locked on the table. 

“You ok?” Maria asks. When you look up, there’s concern in her eyes. 

“Yeah, fine.” You throw a smile and look back down at the table, still linked to Joel by your hands.

“Well food’s out and ready, we were just about to grab our own plates.” You hear Tommy. 

“Alright,” Joel says, letting go of your hand and moving to get up from his seat. Just as you finally let your gaze up from the table, a crash and a scream sounds from nearby, and without even thinking, you’re suddenly on your feet, stanced ready, a hand on your empty hip and an arm swung back towards Joel. A yelp escapes from your throat and your entire body is rigid and burning with panic, chest twisted so tight it won’t let you breathe, teeth clamped so hard it hurts.

Then, silence. All there is is your breath, jumping like snapped rubber bands, and the blood rushing in your ears. Eyes still pinned open, you force your neck to move and look around you. Hundreds of eyes look back at you. Everyone is staring. However, your head is empty of embarrassment, still full of threat, threat, threat, threat, threat. 

“It’s alright, honey,” sounds from behind you, then a hand on your arm, and you switch your stance to face the touch, grabbing the hand while your other fumbles for the weapon that is not on your hip. 

“It’s me, it’s jus’ me, baby, it’s alright, it’s me.” 

Your eyes blink rapidly as Joel’s face comes into focus, the blurry haze of panic slowly starting to clear. 

When you try to speak, your breaths stab out from your lungs. “What happened?” You finally get out. 

“Nothin’, sweetheart, someone just dropped somethin’. It’s ok. You’re safe. It’s alright.” He tells you, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “It’s alright.” He whispers, focusing your eyes on his. “It’s alright.”

“Are you ok?” You hear yourself say.

His thumbs stroke your cheeks as he replies, “I’m fine. Nothin’ happened. We’re safe, baby. We’re safe.”

Though your brain is beginning to process and trust his words, you can’t move, only tremble. 

“Alright, let’s get you outta here.” Joel’s eyes come away from yours to flick around you, and that’s when you remember where you are. Muscles moving in snapping spurts, your neck jerks left and right, and still, hundreds of eyes look back at you. Now with room enough for it, embarrassment burns your entire face and neck. 

“It’s alright, honey,” you hear Joel, thumbs stroking your cheeks, bringing your attention back to him in front of you, “let’s jus’ get you outta here.” He nods, then shifts to beside you, one arm around your waist with his other hand rubbing your shoulder. You keep your head bowed, steps jagged with full body tremors. 

As soon as the outside air hits you, you begin to gasp, barely realizing that you’re sobbing. Joel catches you before you collapse. There's the panic, still shooting through you’ve been eletrocuted, but the humiliation is a whole other kind of overwhelming. “Fuck.” You cry into Joel. You bury your face deep into his shirt and jacket to muffle the screams that you can’t hold in. He squeezes his arms around you, rubbing your back, his chin resting on top of your head, whispering, “It’s alright, baby. It’s alright.”

“I’m such a fucking idiot.” You let out into him in between bawls. “I fucking hate this. I hate this.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Come on, let’s get you back up to the house.”

Your trembling legs continue to betray you and you can’t get yourself to move. 

“I can’t–I can’t move.” You admit. 

“Alright, t’s alright, come on, baby,” He reassures, then hoists you up into his arms. Like a child, you wrap your legs around him, keeping your face buried in his collar, squeezing your eyes shut and attempting—with little success—to calm your breaths. The sobs fall out of you unrelenting as a waterfall. 

By the time you get to the house, your breathing has calmed some, but the shaking won’t stop. When Joel sets you on the ground you hobble up the short steps to the porch and through the door, and he keeps a comforting arm around you as he guides you to sit on the couch. He kneels down before you, stroking your cheek with his hand, trailing his eyes over your panicked frame before focusing them on yours.

“Deep breaths, baby, t’s alright. Deep breaths.” He starts them and you follow, breathing deeply in through your nose, holding, and blowing out through your mouth. 

“Where are we?” He asks. 

“At the–the house.”

“Where’s the house, baby?”

“Jackson. In Jackson.” 

“Thas’ right,” Joel cups your face, “we’re at the compound. We’re safe here, sweetheart. I promise. We’re safe. Nothin’s gonna hurt you.” He nods, you swallow hard and then let out another shaky breath and nod with him. 

Your trembling shoe taps the floor. When you still it, your shoulders start to shake. “Fuck.” You close your eyes, cursing yourself. “I’m so fucking stupid, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, you’re not stupid. How many times you been here with me like this? This stuff happens. You’re not stupid. T’s alright. Look at me baby,” you do, and he repeats, “T’s arlight. You’re not stupid.” Joel shakes his head, eyes still keeping yours. One hand shifts down to your fist, which you hadn’t even noticed bring clenched closed. “Let me get you some water.”

When he moves to get up, your hand shoots out to grip the lapel of his jacket. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leavin’, sweetheart. I’m jus’ goin’ to the kitchen. I’ll be right over there. Won’t take two seconds.” Joel gently takes your hand off of his coat, raising his eyebrows with a reassuring look, then gets to his feet. You turn on the couch, watching him go to the sink to fill up a glass for you. “I’m right here, see?” He says on his way back to you. You nod, eyes staying trained on him as he kneels back down in front of you. When the cup shakes in your hand, he keeps his on it, delicately helping it to your lips. The water cools your throat, helping you to ground yourself. You empty it into your throat and then take a couple more deep breaths. “That feel better?” You nod. “Alright.” Joel sighs, setting the glass down on the floor next to him to take your face in his hands again, then bringing his face up to kiss your forehead. “Alright, baby.” He says again. “This stuff happens. I get the same way, I bet plenty a people in there have done the same thing. T’s a lot in there. You’re not used to all that. Neither am I. Todays just a bad day, huh?” You sniffle and nod. “Now, you’re not stupid. Ok?”

“Ok.” you finally speak. 

“Alright. You wanna go lay down?” You nod, voicebox still not too confident. “Come on, darlin’.” Joel lets go of your face, reaching one hand around your back and the other to your legs for you to shift into his arms bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his collar, inhaling his scent of love and safety as the stairs creak under Joel’s feet taking you upstairs. 

When you look up at him as he lets you down on the bed, his brow is furrowed with concern and there's sadness in his deep eyes. 

Ashamed, you instantly look away. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you worry.”

“Baby I’m gonna worry no matter what you do.” He sits down on the bed next to you and strokes his hand over your cheek again, “You did nothin’ wrong. Don’t go hatin’ yourself for it. It’s not like you did this on purpose. Right?”

You shake your head and lean into his touch. Joel’s eyes land on your lips and remain there until he leans in to kiss you, slipping your bottom lip between his, and you reach your hands up to hang onto him. Knitting your hands into his locks with his stubbly cheek under your hand, you indulge in him. 

Pulling away, he says, “Lay down with me, darlin’,” already with his hand on your back to slowly guide your back down on the bed. He keeps his head above you to meet your lips again, gentle yet firm, honeyed and warm. Closing your eyes, the pressure of his body next to yours, hand on your waist, and his lips on yours begins to relieve the pressure in your bones. Slowly, you feel yourself relaxing, though your foot still twitches in your boot, the residual aftermath of a panic attack. 

Joel’s hand smooths over your cheek as he deepens the kiss, the sigh from his nose breathed over your face. When he pulls away, he shifts his arms to rest his hands on your face and stroke his thumbs over your cheeks. His eyes wander over you with lazy lids, his brow still lightly furrowed and bottom lip slightly pouted and wet from your mouth. He sighs again, then whispers “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” You whisper back, looking over his face. 

Joel leans down to rub his nose back and forth over yours, then sprinkles light kisses over your cheeks, forehead, by your ear, the corner of your mouth, and over your jaw. Then he shifts his body to lie down, tilting your hips towards him with a soft “C’mere,” and you lay your head on his chest, bending your knee to rest your leg over his. Closing your eyes and inhaling again, you let your body weigh into his and grip his lapel. Tears ball up in the corner of your eyes. 

You used to lay like this frequently on the road, keeping each other close, hanging on to the only sanity you knew. The lack thereof surrounding you protected you enough from falling asleep despite the relaxation it granted you, and you’d do it to watch the sun rise or set whenever you could catch it. When you did sleep though, you’d stay united, someone’s head on each other’s chest or leg. 

On the same train of thought as you, Joel speaks, the bass in your ear on his chest, “Maybe sometime we could actually fall asleep like this.”

“Not now, I can’t sleep now.” You mumble. 

“I know, darlin’. Too worked up for it now.” His hand brushes up and down your back, “T’s alright. Jus’ layin’.” Joel smacks a kiss on the top of your head, then sighs again, your head rising and falling with it, and wraps both arms around you. “We got time. N’ we’ll get used to it here. Get used to bein’ safe.”

[maaarshieee]

⎯⎯ ୨ Sick Days ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 2.0k words ┊ Fluff-Hurt/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

now isn't this such an interesting plot? hehe,, something short to keep the creative juices flowing plus i think it's funny how unhinged my zandik interpretation is... have a great day/night!! OH AND IM BEGGING FOR PANTALONE, WANDERER, ALHAITHAM AND DOTTORE REQUESTS HEHEHE, also this got out of hand...

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, mentions of experiments, arguing, choking but not really?

It wasn't often that you'd get sick ever since you got together with Dottore. Your immune system has gotten better throughout the years, all because of the medicines and special treatments Dottore has put you through. Of course, these were only for you, and everything he has done only benefited you. He never dared to hurt you on purpose, only wishing to keep you healthy, safe, and sound.

So whenever you get sick, usually once every year, he'd be the one keeping an eye on you. Not a segment, no, screw everything else! He will take care of you and he will not give a damn about the Fatui until you've fully recovered. You always tease him for this, cooing at how sweet he is, which ultimately pisses him off and leads him to give you the most bitter concoctions he could ever make. You should be honored that Dottore himself is taking care of you (not like you had any say about it, he will get upset if you don't let him nurse you back to health).

With a cold, wet piece of cloth on your forehead, sniffling lightly as you struggled to breathe due to your clogged nose, you couldn't help but reminisce when your eyes wandered over Dottore's back. At the moment, he's taking notes of your vitals and overall health for the past few months, making sure nothing else was amiss. "Hehe, this reminds me of those times..." You rasped from your bed, snuggling more into your blankets as you closed your sore eyes. The sounds of Dottore's clothes shifting and the click of his heels indicated he was walking towards you, then the silent screech of the wooden chair told you that he had taken a seat next to your bed.

Even without opening your eyes, you could see the huge scowl on his face. How could he not? After all, he was an absolute mess when he got sick.

"Zandik, I swear to Celestia I will strap you down on one of your operation tables if you don't stay on your bed and let yourself recover in the normal way!"

"I can make my own damn medicine, why do I have to drink those ones you've bought at the market!? Have you no faith in my medicinal expertise!?"

"YES. I DON'T, BECAUSE YOU'VE POISONED YOURSELF 3 TIMES ALREADY. GET YOUR ASS BACK TO YOUR BED."

From early in the morning, to late at night, your neighbors always send noise complaints to the house you're currently renting while you studied at the Akademiya whenever Zandik was sick. Which was pretty often! With his ungodly sleep schedule, nonexistent breaks, and endless business, you wonder if his specialty as a doctor was only a bullshit thing he made up because he's always driving himself to death with his research. Oh, and he forgets to eat at least 2 meals a day.

And with him being sick, you're splurging extra mora to buy food from restaurants and taking them back home because you couldn't cook for shit. Zandik was the cook of your shared home; he even gives you death threats when you step into his 'territory' (the kitchen).

He's seriously the end of you. You don't understand why you even put up with it.

After physically wrestling Zandik back to his bed, hiding his damned scrolls and files about his research out of his reach and locked inside your drawers, you can finally put a wet piece of cloth back onto his forehead, watching him shiver at its coldness. Heaving a small sigh of relief, you unbuttoned his messy dress shirt and began wiping his body with another wet cloth with Zandik's hands gripping your wrist but still allowing you to rub all over his warm chest. It seemed to be a tad effective, his tense muscles slowly relaxing under your touch and his furrowed brows finally straightened, the back of his head falling onto the pillow.

"Fuck's sake Zandik," You muttered under your breath when his breathing grew heavy, struggling to breathe through his clogged nose. Taking out an ointment that you've been working on for the past few days, you sneaked your hand under his sweaty head to lift it up lightly, letting him sniff the ointment and biting your bottom lip, hoping that it was effective. And it proved to be a success when his breathing slowly smoothened, cheering internally. "Good, it worked." You shook your head in disbelief as you began rubbing the ointment on his shoulders, all the way down to his chest, trying to alleviate the ache in his body by massaging him. "Can't believe the ointment worked considering I only picked up medicine ever since you came into my life."

As expected, Zandik groaned at the returning warmth on his chest, shooting you an accusing glare but you only pressed your hands a little harder against his shoulders, rubbing with careful motions. Before Zandik could open his mouth, you quickly explained the ointment you made. "It's made out of a bunch of cough suppressants, topical analgesics, and some essential oils. Not a cure for any illness, but it helps relieve muscle pain and its vapors can help clear your breathing." You say each word slowly, letting his hazy mind catch up with your explanation. "Feeling any better?"

Zandik let out a grunt, baring his teeth at you, before silently admitting that he was feeling much better than before. "... My muscles don't ache anymore and my nose isn't clogged." Then he scowled again, eyeing the small container of ointment in your hands. "I'm not fond of its strong smell and warmth."

"Well, that's kinda the main thing about it."

Zandik rolled his eyes, shuffling on the bed and trying to sit up, only to be flicked on the forehead by you and laid back down. "Then I ought to make a better ointment than yours." He swatted your hand away, and you could he just became more aggravated. "What's the point if it's not a cure? Just because it made me feel better doesn't mean you're better than me."

His words definitely shocked you. And enraged you. So much so that you've accidentally dropped the basin full of water, where you've been dripping the piece of cloth, down to the floor. Zandik's eyes snapped to yours and he saw, for the first time, the way your eyes so viciously glared at him, mouth curled into a deep frown. "Well, excuse me for making an ointment only for you because I was concerned about your well-being because when you're sick, it's 10 times worse since you don't give 2 shits about yourself." You started, and Zandik wanted to argue but you kept going, shutting him up when he felt your hand wrap around his neck, squeezing the sides of his neck, but not entirely choking him. This caught him off guard, eyes widening at your growing rage. "I know you're bound to make some discovery that can make you immune to most illnesses, that's how good I think you are. But by the time you'll reach it, you'd be dead because you refuse to acknowledge that your body is deteriorating from your lack of care! And I have to care in your stead!"

Zandik struggled to speak with how tight your hand was wrapped around his neck, but he managed to muster out a whisper. "Then why do you care?" If he's such a burden to you, why even go as far as wasting your time on him? Your concerns and worries when he clearly inconveniences you. He knew that you've been missing classes and your due dates for your projects just to help him get through his fever and make that ointment, but he doesn't get why.

That seemed to anger you even more, but now it paired with glistening tears in your eyes as you grabbed his unbuttoned collar, hands shaking. Zandik couldn't tell if it was from your fury or something else. "Because I love you, damn it! I care about you because ever since you barged into my life, I started falling for your stupid antics and got invested in your research!" Zandik seemed stunned at your confession, his hands slowly making their way onto your wrists. "I started caring when you suddenly promised that you'd make me immortal alongside you! When you'd cook for me every damn day because I'd go broke or starve to death if you don't... A blind person could say you care about me as much as I care about you, so I made this stupid fucking alternative medicine to make this easier for you!"

You let go of his collar, letting him fall onto his back which made his head spin. His head pounded painfully from the massive headache he got from your yelling and manhandling, but could barely care, only keeping his eyes on you, conflicted. Throwing the small container of ointment to the ground, you picked up the fallen basin and walked out of his room. With one last glance back at him, you cursed under your breath before saying; "Don't get up and sleep, Zandik." Then you shut the door with a slam, leaving him all alone in his room.

For the next few days, you noticed that he'd grown more compliant to your demands, only reduced to grumbling against your wishes but still obeying nonetheless. You could only assume that the words you've said to him that night affected him, seeing that he's even willingly putting with your ointment's strong smell. In no time, he's back to his normal self, no longer sick and back to conducting his research, but trying his best to be a little healthier. At least now he's eating more than he usually did, and the bags under his eyes have lessened.

You were extremely relieved, and after a few days of his recovery, you finally decided to stir problems back into the house with a big smirk on your lips. "Glad you're taking yourself now, Zandik." You commented one morning, catching a glimpse of him drinking coffee on the kitchen counter whilst you washed the dishes. All you got from him was a grunt as a reply, but that was enough for you. "Though, I didn't think you'd actually believe me when I told you I loved you." You heard writing pause while you kept your head turned back from him, already imagining the expression on his face. "I guess you can say my acting was pretty convincing, wasn't it?" But it truly wasn't acting, you did love Zandik, and in the heat of the moment, your emotions caught up to you last night. It wasn't intentional, your confession, but it was your true feelings. You just didn't want him to take it seriously at the time being since you were still unsure if it was mutual. You have no idea going through his head most of the time.

Not uttering a single word, he threw his cup of coffee at the wall, right next to your head. Without sparing a single moment, you ran toward the doorway, catching sight of his seething form with a laugh escaping your lips. You'll say it was a joke for now, something you had said to convince him to let you care for him. It wasn't that bad either, since he'd begun sleeping and eating more out of spite, just so you wouldn't be the one taking care of him if he ever gets sick again.

"I'm sorry for lying to you, dear." With a chuckle, you leaned into his touch as he caresses your warm cheek. In his hand was a small container of the ointment you created just for him all those years ago. Contrary to his displeasure, you quite liked the strong smell of the ointment. "But I really did love you at that point in our relationship."

Dottore pushed back the hairs that stuck on your forehead due to your sweat. He had a small frown tugging on his lips, "Was that necessary?" He sighed and shook his head at the memory, slipping off his gloves so he could put the ointment on your skin. You merely shrugged, but your smile remained. "Nope, but it did make you think about how you felt toward me, right?"

"I suppose so." He says, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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[rinsuniverse]

Hey! I'm completely in love with your writing and i just saw the ask about the reader being sick and not telling Woozi who ends up finding out, i was wondering if you could do the same but with Hoshi?? if you can't it's totally okay love, thanks im advance (っ˘з(˘ᗜ˘ )

sick with soonyoung! ✧˖°.

this will be the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff

to be honest with you, i feel like hoshi would be incredibly clueless as to you being sick at first

when you're laying in bed with him in the morning, you not being able to sleep all night, he wakes up and turns to you

"morning, pretty!" he greets you sleepily, wrapping his leg over your two legs and cuddling into you

"good morning, soonie," you say slowly, feeling kind of lightheaded

"you should make me breakfast, pretty please~" he coos, making you sigh a bit

"actually, can i kind of sleep in? i'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay, hon?"

he felt bad

he thought "maybe i'm asking for too much? is it too early for this?"

he gets up and goes to cook something simple in the kitchen for you two to eat for breakfast

after you both get ready and he's about to leave you to go to his work, he pulls you in by the waist into a big hug

"you okay, y/n?"

"yeah, i'm pretty good! just tired."

"oh, well, have a good day today, okay?" he whispers into your ear

you hum, nodding, before letting go

he puts one hand on your cheek, dramatically pouting his lips, asking for a kiss

you debate pulling away because you know your throat is bothering you, but you give him the quickest kiss ever

he doesn't notice, though, and leaves all giddy, dancing around because "your kisses give him energy"

later in the day, he calls you during his lunch break, saying, "i missed my baby so much, i need to hear their voice again!"

and when you're on call, you forget to catch yourself when you start sniffling

and that's when immediate alarms went off

"BABY? ARE YOU OKAY?"

"soonyoung, oh my god, you're on speaker-"

"I HEARD YOU SNIFFLING! ARE YOU SICK? IS MY CUTIE BABY SICK?"

"soonyoung, don't worry so much! it's just from the pollen," you excuse

"oh," he says, calming down. "okay! but if you were sick, just tell me because your soonie can help nurse you back to good health."

you quietly sigh at that

your head is pounding, you can only manage to take shallow breaths, your throat feels sore, and you feel nauseous

currently, you were in the breakroom at work alone, lazily sitting in a chair with your head down and eyes closed

"you still there, jagi?"

"oh, yeah, yes. i gotta get back to work soon, though."

"aww, that's too bad," he says. you can practically hear him pout. "well, i'll see you at your home once i'm done with work. i love you so much, pretty."

"okay, love you, handsome," you say, and you can hear him giggle before hanging up the call.

you sigh in relief because you really didn't want to make him worry

when he worries, it becomes too much sometimes

worst case scenario, he'd call a whole week off of work and make you call off of work so he can snuggle you and make you feel better

when you get home, soonyoung is already there

he runs to you like a little kid and gives you a hug

"oh my god, i had the longest day ever," he says, hugging you tightly. "let me tell you all about-"

and then you vomitted over his shoulder onto the floor

he kinda freezes, not immediately understanding what just happened

when you're done, you refuse to pull out of the hug, burrying your head into his neck embarrassed

his eyes are wide for a moment before he starts laughing, patting your back gently

"are you okay now?"

"i'm so sorry."

"what?" he pushes you forward so he can look at you

he wipes your mouth with his sleeve and smiles at you genuinely

"what are you sorry for, hon?"

"i didn't want to tell you i was sick because i didn't want you to worry."

"don't be silly, y/n. you're so cute. you should depend on me sometimes, please. i want to be a good boyfriend to you."

"and you are!"

"well, a good boyfriend would take care of his lover when they aren't feeling well, silly."

"you're right."

"let's get cleaned up, yeah? and then i'll take care of you."

after he helps you clean up, he orders some soup and other yummy foods he says he craves whenever he's sick and INSISTS on feeding you

at the end of the night, he tucks you in and cuddles you, showering your face with many, many kisses

he kisses your forehead so your head doesn't hurt

he kisses your nose so your stuffy nose heals

he kisses your neck so your throat won't bother you

he kisses your tummy so your tummy hurts less

and he kisses your lips so you know he loves you

he offers to sing you to sleep and everything!

overall, even though he may be dramatic about it at first, tell soonyoung when you're not feeling well!

he really wants to help you in any way he can! and he loves you so so so much.

thank you so much for your request (& for reading my other works)! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it. feel free to request more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))

[gettinshiggywithit]

!love is a mystery;it is a crime!

pairing:- ranpo x reader x poe

genre:- attempted angst

honestly im not even sure if this good i just came up with it when i was half asleepp..

Edgar Alan Poe,the greatest mystery novelist of all time!

At least anyone would think he was

But to the man himself? He was nothing but an insecure little writer

He’d tried to best his rival,the absolute genius Ranpo Edagawa,since that fateful day during which they’d first crossed paths.

But nothing,absolutely NOTHING ever seemed to work

Not a story with only mass murders and serial killers and not a story that took him SIX YEARS of his life, to write

It was getting frustrating but poe still had a spark that just refused to die within him

Even karl was getting worried with the way his best human friend was over working himself but alas he was just a raccoon.he could neither talk sense into poe nor could he slap ranpo...

But one day,

With one glance

Poe felt that hunger to please,to prove himself,just lighten a bit

That day was the day he saw you

Beautiful as ever.buying some tofu from a shop he frequented

“Quick Karl,how do i look??” He asked his furry friend.to which the ring eyed creature relied with a little prrp

“Okay,im goin to talk to them!”

“Prrrppp”(translation:-YES POE YOUVE GOT THIS!)

He walked up to you and quickly snatched something up on the way,he couldnt just pop up near the counter and talk to you out of nowhere!!! You’d think he was a creeper!!!

Once he was at the counter he just looked at you,heat rising in his face, and said

“That brand of tofu is the best,its quite affordable too,its a mystery how they dont sell out!”

At the sudden introduction if a voice that was seemingly talking to you,you turned around to see the a man with bangs and a raccoon on his shoulder.

You didn’t really think he was weird,you thought the raccoon was kinda cute tbh!

“I know right! Its so good!!”

a moment of silence with the only sound being the sounds of the road outside and the cashier lady ringing up your other purchases,passes and you think to introduce yourself

“Oh im y/n btw!”

“Im- im edgar but my friends call me poe.”

“Ooooh so you’re poe??” You replied.

He was astonished!how did you know his namee?????

Were you an ability user too?? Perhaps a spy from the guild sent to find him??????

“Uh-you- uh,know me?” He asked,his hopes of mustering the courage to ask you out disintegrating before him by the second

“Of course i do! You were in the guild!”

He breathed a sigh of relief

You seemed to be a regular person

“Oh um yes! Im not that active with them now though..” he continued

“Ah...sorry to hear that i guess... would you like to come over to my office by the way?? We’re making a huge feast to celebrate our President’s birthday!

His heart began to skip beats upon BEATS at this

He MUST be dreaming because if he heard it right,YOU just asked HIM to join him for dinner?!?!?!

There was no way in hell that he’d pass up this opportunity!

“Sure! I mean as log as im not a being a bother...”

“Oh no don’t worry we’ll have plenty of food to eat!”

“Oh,is that what the tofu is for??” He asked curiously

You looked down at you hand at that and placed it quickly on the counter

“Nope~thats just for me”

After both you and he had paid and left,you started walking to your office

It was silent for a few seconds while you thought about what to say and then finally,

“Oh is that a raccoon ?? Whats his name??? Can i pet him please????”

This sudden outburst of questions caught him by surprise but he was happy that you were the one to break it

“Oh um yes,yes this is a raccoon,his name is Karl,and i dont think hes mind being petted no.”

“Ooh greatt!!” You said before starting to pet the livin Shit outta him

And funnily enough karl seemed to like it!

Once you arrived at the ada headquarters he was going to ask you if the office you were speaking about was the ada

But as your pace quickened he had to run a little to stay by your side

Once you were outside the door,he had his answer

And after a secret knock was perfomed by you(to make sure They dont accidently let President fukuzawa in and ruin the surprise.)the door opened to reveal the one that he knew as atsushi

You smiled at the boy and gave him a hug before running over to his rival and giving him an even tighter hug and a passionate kiss to add

It was at this moment that poe’s heart shattered

How could he have been so stupid! Of course someone as beautiful and amazing as you would be with ranpo

He cursed himself for falling so hard so obsceenely fast and when you brought ranpo over to introduce him,he plastered on a smile to hide the pain

Of course ranpo didnt notice,and even if he did he didn’t say anything

But You were actually surprised to find that they knew eachother

You babbled on about how you could now be a trio and ranpo asked him how his new novel was coming along

He smiled at your suggestions and the prospect if spending time with you and also let ranpo know about his new book

You then spent the night partying eating and enjoying yourselves(after President fukuzawa came ofcc)

All the while you had no idea that poe was trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart

Love was a mystery indeed;but in that moment poe knew that it was also a crime

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[sketch-guardian]

Never again trying to request or ask something on another tumblr account that isn’t this one 😞

I was looking at this one account and this character was honestly so cool and I was like “woah, I want him to be my dad” so I like asked if they did child reader stuff but then I looked at their request rules one more time. THEY DIDNT DO UNDERAGE STUFF, IM SO EMBARRASSED. I SEJT ANOTHER ASK FRANTICALLY APOLOGISING AND I DONT THINK I CAN LIVE IT DOWN.

BUT YEAH THIS ACCOUNT MAKES ME FEEL VERY SAFE WITH THE REQUESTS, YOURE VERY NICE!!

WHEN YOURE NOT BUSY IS IT OKAY IF I ASK FOR ALL THE RAD CLASSMATES WHOS NOT FULLY HUMAN (YOU CAN CHOOSE WHAT THE OTHER HALF IS BUT IF MC WAS HALF ANGEL IT WOULD GO CRAZYYY FOR REMIEL. I FEEL LIKE THEYD FEEL SO SAFE, THEY DESERVE IT. REMIEL NEEDS MORE LOVE)

sorry for caps lock btw!! It’s very fun 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

You know, at first since Tumblr notifications only show me the start of asks, I read "never again trying to request-" and I was already thinking the worst😳like oh god, what did I do to mess up so badly?🙈Then I read the rest and breathed a sigh of relief🤣Anyway, I'm sure you'll be able to get through such moment eventually!✨Those are small oversights that can happen and I doubt the author of that account will take it out on you for so little, trust me☺I've made a fool of myself before several times, I'm very awkward both online and in reality, but over time I learned to laugh about such mishaps😂Still, I'm happy you feel comfortable sending asks here💕you flatter me and thank you again for your kindness💜I'm sorry if I'm taking a day or two to reply to asks🙈but I'm still trying to finish the New exchange students' true celestial forms sketch, I apologize for being slow😭I promise I'll reply though😥since I just need to start shading the drawing🤞🏻Now, to vary the headcanons a bit, I chose a different race for each OC, inserting half-angel MC for Remiel as you requested😌(I'm glad you like Remiel by the way and don't worry about your writing✨). Also considering you mentioned child reader stuff earlier, I assumed you meant platonic headcanons with child MC, I hope I didn't misinterpret🙈:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A HALF-BREED CHILD MC"

DEMYA (HALF-ORC)

Demya would be curious at the sight of half-orc child MC, having never seen an orc in her entire life, however she would feel admiration towards their race as they are prone to fighting, they would remind her in a certain sense of her own race (fauxsaeva) and she would like to discover more curiosities through half-orc child MC. Demya would coo over half-orc child MC's tusks, finding them adorable and would compare them with her thicker and pointer fangs, perfect for tearing meat, she would also be curious to see how half-orc child MC eats, so Demya would often share her snacks with them, only treats though, because her main and perhaps sometimes bloody meals could be too much for half-orc child MC. Furthermore, Demya would love to play fight with half-orc child MC, as they are quite powerful and resistant for their age, that way she wouldn't necessarily have to worry about risking harming them accidentally

DOMNRA/MOBIM (CAMBION)

Domnra wouldn't be too surprised by a cambion child MC, it's not that rare for a demon and a human to fall in love, hell he's seen it happen several times, both in Devildom and on Earth despite himself, so it would be logical to finally see, at least once, a demon half-breed appear. Domnra would feel some kind of connection to cambion child MC, both for their demonic side, a trait they would have in common, and in a certain sense for their feeling in half, given that his soul was literally split in half and then shared by two beings, i.e. Domnra and Mobim, while child MC is half-human and half-demon. Therefore Domnra would defend cambion child MC if someone bothered them regarding their lineage and would help cambion child MC to get more in tune with their demonic side, in short to control it. Mobim would sense cambion child MC's nature, but honestly for the little curse child MC could be anything and it would accept them either way, because that's what true family is supposed to do. In the end Mobim and cambion child MC would become good friends/sibilings

AZUL (HALF-FAE)

Azul would be genuinely surprised at the sight of a half-fae child MC, with features and appearance similar to those of a nymph or a fairy, aware that it's a rather rare and difficult race to come across, therefore he would show enthusiasm at the sight of them and probably he would ask half-fae child MC some questions, especially to check if some of their powers are similar or not. Considering that half-fae child MC would probably be very attached to nature, Azul would take them to lie down in some flowery meadows, a habit of when Azul was still an angel, while his familiars, blue morpho butterflies, would flutter around them, as if they were in a classic Disney movie. Azul would also let half-fae child MC experiment with painting, making nice portraits of each other, after all he would find their fae traits inspiring. Azul would try to find out if half-fae child MC had the ability of imposing their will and controlling other people by obtaining their names, because no matter how convenient and fun it might sound, it would still be a problem if such thing happened, so Azul would use himself as an example of bad influence, meaning that half-fae child MC should't try to mimic the bullshit or pranks he pulls off (but in his heart, Azul would be proud-)

ZURI (HALF-SIREN)

Zuri would be intrigued from a biological point of view by half-siren child MC, wanting to understand how such a union could have happened, given the significantly different anatomy, however she would do research on her own rather than asking half-siren child MC personally, after all Zuri wouldn't know their family situation or conception, it could be a sensitive topic. Zuri would also note that half-siren child MC would be a sea variant siren and not an air one similar to an harpy. Zuri would make sure to get either a small pool or a large water case in which half-siren child MC could swim to their heart's content and stay hydrated, perhaps also adding decorationd such as algae, pearls, shells and corals, to make ambience more pleasant and aquarium like. Zuri would aid half-siren child MC in taking care of their skin by moisturizing their scattered fish scales and help them use their powers responsibly, such as their siren song ability, similar to Zuri's hypnosis

ODON (HALF-ELDRITCH)

Odon is an ancient eldritch abomination, so much so that they don't exactly remember the circumstances of their birth or creation, so they have experienced many events during the course of their long life, however Odon would have to admit that it would be the first time they have ever encountered a half-eldritch, especially so young, so it would be a new pleasant experience for Odon to meet half-eldritch child MC and possibly become friends. Odon would find interesting that a human would even consider having a child with a eldritch horror, since they aren't exactly known for their friendliness, helpfulness, or parenting skills, in general it's not recommended for humans to deal with such entities, so Odon would find delightful knowing that there are other eldritch beings tame enough to consider forming such unions, at least they hope. Half-eldritch child MC wouldn't have to fear showing their eldritch side to Odon, because it would have no effect on them, moreover Odon would be able to worry less about their own form being seen, because as a half-eldritch, if child MC were to see Odon's face under their bangs, perhaps they would just get nausea or a headache. Odon would be a good mentor for half-eldritch child MC, teaching them how to control their most abominable side, they would allow half-eldritch child MC to have a friend with whom they can be their true self, after all Odon knows what it means to be alone

REMIEL (HALF-ANGEL)

Remiel would be aware of how rare it is to find half-angels like herself, since the Celestial Council usually does not approve such sins of creation and depending on whether or not those half-breed children disturb balance, they are mostly simply repudiated or directly abandoned to die to their fate, therefore at the sight of half-angel child MC, Remiel would be a little surprised and at the same time she would feel a certain bond with them on a deeper level, a soft of kinship. At the beginning probably both half-angel child MC and Remiel would analyze each other in silence with a curious gaze, tilting their heads from side to side like a lost puppy, over time though, considering that half-angel child MC has most likely suffered discrimination due to their heritage as well, they would quickly grow attached to Remiel and take shelter under her much larger feathery wings. During her long existence, Remiel has become numb to certain things, such as mocks or taunts, believing them to be true from a logical point of view, however half-angel child MC's case would be different from her situation and the angel of death would like them to feel safe for once, because it would be what they deserve. Being somber yet blunt, Remiel would have no problem softly explaining to upset conservative angels that since balance allowed half-angel child MC to be born, they have the right to exist. Remiel would help half-angel child MC with cleansing and preening their wings, taking care of their feathers with tender and soothing touch, in the meantime half-angel child MC would help Remiel understanding emotions better, perhaps the angel of death could even teach them to fly if they wished to learn, holding half-angel child MC by the hand, to prevent them from falling, Remiel wouldn't let that happen

NATHANIEL (HALF-DRAGON)

Nathaniel would be aware that there are different races and that crossbreeding can occasionally occur, however he would be surprised and intrigued by the compatibility between a human and a dragon, which would apparently result in draconic bloodline and half-dragon child MC's birth. Nathaniel would find dragons fascinating creatures, thinking of them as wise, honorable and free, therefore he would show interest in half-dragon child MC's dragon traits, such as wings, tail or horns, taking care they do not get hurt during the day, since they could be cumbersome while moving around, Nathaniel would also apply some herbal creams to half-dragon child MC's skin in the areas where their scales begin, such as cheeks or arms, to avoid skin irritation or dryness. One of the times Nathaniel would actually be caught off guard would be if half-dragon child MC, depending on their powers, risked burning, electrifying, or freezing his face off during a sneeze, which would then surprisingly make Nathaniel laugh

URIEL (DEMIGOD)

Uriel at the beginning, as a warrior angel serving the Celestial Realm, would be skeptical in believing in other deities, given that god (Father) is the only entity who she has always served and praised together with other angels, therefore she might not immediately believe demigod child MC, she would need proof of them being the offspring of a deity and a human, but once obtained, Uriel would be astonished, because it would go against what she was taught to believe. Once she comes to terms with the half-divine nature of child MC, Uriel would like to test demigod child MC's skills, their resilience and would be quite amazed and proud of what they are capable of accomplish. Uriel would then teach demigod child MC that with great power comes great responsibility and that they should only use their powers to seek justice and fight for the innocent. Moreover Uriel wouldn't tell demigod child MC, but due to her strict education and discipline, she might find the relationship between human and deity sacrilegious, still Uriel would try to overcome her prejudices for demigod child MC's sake

[youmeshii]

han yujin × reader

warning ; she/her pronouns used, the f word is said ONCE, intentional lowercase, not proof read (i wrote this in 40 mins 💀), im younger than yujin i have the right to write this

tags ; no beta we die like real men, friends to (possible) lovers, tooth-rotting-ish fluff, yujin is a living and breathing staring contest bc hes awkward n i love him

a/n ; unfortunately, i will be delaying the publishing of my gunwook fic cause i'd like for it to be the best of the bestest but i wanted to spice up my page a lil bit and coincidentally, i have an awful yujin brainrot. so yujin drabble!!!!!

wc ; 0.6k

hold me close and say you care, 'cause i'm in love with your black hair ♪

"fuck, my headphones died." you groaned in annoyance, yujin's stare bearing into your skull. it would've been okay if it died back at home but on a road trip in the middle of nowhere, you don't have a lot of options.

your eyes travel to his, finally snapping him out of the spell you put on him. "yes?" your head tilts as you ask. he thinks it's the cutest thing he ever saw.

now feeling a little awkward, he looks down onto his bag and starts rummaging through his things. confusion still displays on your face yet you continue to watch his doings.

he pulls out a badly tangled bundle of earphones. "you can use this...?" he hesitated, you almost couldn't tell if it was a statement or not.

you let out a small laugh and his guard finally drops, laughing along with you. sure, he was all awkward and shy around you, but he still cared enough to offer a way for you to continue listening to your music.

"if it wasn't so tangled, i might be able to." you said, remnants of your laugh left on your face and made itself into a wide smile.

his cheeks started glowing with a rosy color as he pauses for a second before trying to untangle his earphones. why is it so tangled? why can't he get it out? this is his only chance!

"need some help there?" he jolts up at your voice and just blanks out. he looked like a child who just got caught eating too many candies. panicked on the inside, completely still on the outside.

you laugh at his still figure. his awkwardness from this whole situation made this so much funnier for you. grabbing his earphones, you test your luck and attempt to untangle it yourself.

"i think you tangled it even more." you joked, swiftly untangling the wires and putting them in their respective places. due to the gods' luck and pure will power, you successfully untangled the earphones.

out of a sudden, yujin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. you turned to look at him and his flushed face. you weren't very close, but it's nice to know he isn't just shy smiles and awkward laughs.

connecting the earphones to your phone, you open spotify and tapped on your most used playlist. on shuffle, you heard one of your favorite love songs.

"oh! yujin!" you called his name, his eyes automatically locking themselves onto you like he has so many times. he always looks at you with so much intent, it was honestly really cute.

"wanna share? one of my favorite songs' playing." you extended your arm to give him one of the earphones, him politely accepting.

he looked at the title, "1999" by beabadoobee. he mentally noted that it's one of your favorites and to listen to it again, of course.

"hold me close and say you care, cause i'm in love with your black hair~" you sang absentmindedly. little did you know, the boy next to you was stunned. he didn't know if it was because of your singing, or the fact that you changed the lyrics.

why did she say black hair? the song clearly said brown hair. he was confused. was it really for him?

the song continues playing as yujin's emotions only grew stronger. somehow, he felt like he was feeling everything all at once. he couldn't explain it, it was too complex.

nearing the end of the song, you hummed the lyrics joyfully. his eyes still boring into you, just as it was so many times before.

you turned to face him, "the lyrics are really pretty, right?" he stared right back into your eyes, a new feeling erupting in him and seeping into the way he stared at you.

"yeah, they're really pretty."

[twicesserafim]

Forbiddingly Yours [2]

I'm yours.

...

"chouu" "hello, hellooo. whacha playing?" "a shooting game and the people have like super powers or like special abilities" "ooh" "yeahhh" "what's your character's special ability?" "money" "what?"

"he's so rich that he used money to buy special equipment and like machines made out of pure gold that no one else has, like each character has 3 abilities and then their strongest one that they get once they reach a certain amount of point in the game"

"that's interesting.." "yurpp" "what are you abilities?" "i have 2 teleporting machines, 2 machines that slow down the enemy which is really good because if the other team are trying to go into like the main battle ground, we have time to take up more of it then they do"

"oohhhh" "and then i have a one shot one kill typa gun thing" "that seems like.. you need a lot of aim- shit. hold on, give me a sec. someone's knocking on my door." You nodded, turning off your camera and muting yourself.

"yes?" "who are you talking to?" "oh, i was mumbling to myself to get ideas for my characters in my writing project" "oh? is it just freestyle writing?" "yeah" "ohhh that's nice" "it is" "did you shower yet?"

"yeah" "okay, mom and dad are on their way home" "okay, bye" Her brother left and closed the door as tzuyu let out a sigh of relief "he's gone" "you have a brother?" "yup"

...

It's been a month, almost two months since the two of you started talking, you've gotten closer and talk every day, laughing, joking and tzuyu felt herself falling for you harder everyday.

She didn't want to accept it, but she knew it was true, she knew she was falling for you, and nothing was stopping her from falling deeper.

Slowly, you guys started hanging out in person instead of only on the phone, eating ice cream and just talking, although you had to hide. Because you guys knew, if anyone saw you and they told your parents.

You guys are dead.

"im so sleepy" you mumbled to tzuyu, she nodded in agreement. "my brother is on a break and went with my parents to their cabin for the weekend.. do you wanna stay over?" "can i really?" "yeah"

You smiled and agreed, tzuyu held your hand, taking you back to her place. You spent the night just watching some movies, joking around and ending up sleeping, but you woke up in her arms.

Her lips slightly parted, soft breaths leaving them. Her chest rising and falling slightly as she looked so peaceful. She was stunning and you couldn't deny it.

You couldn't deny that you were falling for her too, that she interested you so much, you wanted to spend every minute with her, you really enjoyed tzuyu's company.

Oh and how you wished every morning could be like this.

You felt your heart race slightly and a light blush covers your cheeks when your heard tzuyu left out a sleepy whine in her sleep, wrapping her arms around you tighter.

You held back a smile by biting your lip, but with the comfort of her holding you, you fell asleep once more.

...

"y/n?" "tzuyu, what's up?" "we started like talking.. 4 month ago, right?" "right, why?" "i have something i have to say" "okay, go ahead?" "i love you." "i'm sorry?" "i love you, okay? i fell for you."

"oh..?" "i know we're not aloud to, but i really did fall for you, and i don't know if i can get back up, i fell really hard for you." "you don't have to get back up because.. i fell for you too." "huh?" "are you that clueless?"

"well.." You chuckled, kissing her cheek as tzuyu smiled, "you missed." you raised an eyebrow, you cupped her cheeks and she grabbed your waist, your lips connected as your heart started racing. Tzuyu's heart doing the same.

You pulled away with a small laugh and she let out a giggle, "i wanna be with you all the time, i wanna be like this all the time.." "me too.."

"I want you to be mine, Lu."

"Then i'm yours, Chou."

[evilwickedme]

The +1 is one of Bruce's love interests asking his kids for permission

So this ask is referring to my tags on this post by @darsky17 where various slash pairings for the batkids try to bribe Bruce into giving them their blessing to marry his kids and I said this would be a cute 5+1 if I could think of a plus one and I love this so much !!!

Anyway I wrote it

before we get married, I need to get permission from Batman

also on ao3 here

1

Bruce has never seen Wally West this nervous – or at the very least, he’s never known him to sit in his nervousness for this long. It’s been a solid minute of sitting in absolute silence in his office in Wayne Manor, and he can’t help but wonder why he’s been called into this meeting by the Flash.

“Wally,” he gruffs, hoping it’ll prompt the kid to say something. Well, kid – neither he nor Dick were really kids anymore, were they, approaching thirty as they were. They were settling down, and Bruce was feeling more and more his age nowadays.

Wally releases a nervous laugh. “Bruce.”

Bruce sighs. “If you’re not going to tell me why you’ve asked me here, I do have business to attend to.”

“No, wait!” Wally says, blushing. “Oh, I don’t know how to say this.”

Bruce was very careful not to let his frustration show. He was aware that he could be… intimidating, when he wasn’t in control of his expressions.

Wally grabs a pen and random piece of paper from his desk as quick as – well – the Flash, and scribbles something on the back of it, before handing it back to Bruce.

Can I marry your son? is scribbled in nigh-illegible handwriting on the back of it.

Bruce breathes a sigh of relief. Is this what this all was about? “Is that all?”

Wally nods once.

“Of course, Wally,” Bruce says, to Wally’s visible relief. “I honestly am a little surprised you even asked. The two of you have known each other for over a decade, and I’ve trusted you with my life in the field.”

“Yeah, but now you’re trusting me with your son,” Wally says.

“And now I’m trusting you with my son,” Bruce agrees. “For the rest of your lives, hopefully.”

2

Bruce comes home to absolute chaos. It’s a full house for Thanksgiving tonight, but he didn’t expect most of the guests to arrive until much later – and he’s still a little surprised whenever these particular guests arrive at all, although it’s always a pleasant one.

“Jason,” Bruce sighs, “why is Damian threatening Lian with his katana?”

Lian Harper, a very bright seven year old who also happened to be Jason’s partner’s daughter, was currently holding onto Titus for dear life as Jason and Roy Harper – said partner of Jason’s – worked together to keep Damian from slicing her to pieces.

“Miss Lian made a comment regarding keeping Titus to herself,” Alfred provides. “Master Damian took it badly.”

“He’s cute!” Lian yells.

“He’s not yours!” Damian yells back, struggling to get past Jason’s bulk.

“Damian!” Bruce snaps. “Lian isn’t taking Titus, and even if she was, it will never be appropriate for you to threaten a seven year old with your katana!”

“Yeah, you tell ‘im,” Jason says.

“Why are you here, Jason?” Bruce says wearily, instead of dealing with Jason’s unnecessary tone. Damian, luckily, finally backs off and is guided away by Alfred, who Bruce sends a quick grateful look towards. “Not that I don’t want to see you, we just weren’t expecting anyone until three at the earliest.”

“Actually, it was because of me,” says a sheepish Roy. “I didn’t expect it to get so dramatic, 

but I needed to have a quick word with you before everybody else arrives.”

Jason just shrugs when Bruce looks at him. “If it were up to me, this conversation wouldn’t be happening, just go talk to him.”

“Uh,” Bruce says. Then he suggests, “Shall we go downstairs?”

“This is an upstairs conversation,” Jason says confidently. “Come on, I’ll go get Lian something to eat in the kitchen, you can talk in the lounge or something.”

Lounge it was.

The two of them sat down facing each other, and Roy immediately started speaking. “I want to marry Jason.”

Bruce blinks.

“We’ve talked about it, and it’s what’s best. I’ve been a stabilizing influence in his life, and Lian is attached to him now. He wants to adopt her. And we’ve been living together for two years now, it just seems like the next logical step. And he’d never admit it, but he loves when shit’s traditional and whatnot, so before I can buy the ring and actually propose I’m asking you for his hand. But if you say no we’re never showing up to Thanksgiving ever again.”

Bruce has managed to blink twice more before Roy finishes his speech.

He’s experiencing the most bizarre sense of de ja vu. It was somehow both more complicated and a lot simpler with Wally and Dick than it is with Roy and Jason.

“Say something,” Roy says, a smidgen of nervousness creeping into his voice.

“You love him?”

Because the thing is, Bruce knew there was a physical aspect to Jason and Roy’s partnership, and he’d suspected there was more to it, that there were feelings involved as well. But they’d never acted like a couple. So he just… has to be sure.

Roy visibly relaxes. “Is that all?”

Bruce nods.

“Yeah, Bruce,” he says. “I love him. I’ve been loving him. I’ll keep on loving him, too. As long as he’ll have me. Wouldn’t marry him otherwise.”

“Then yes,” Bruce says.

Roy nods once, then gets up, wiping his hands on the front of pants as if from sweat. He couldn’t have possibly been actually worried about Bruce’s answer, had he?

“I’m going to go find my daughter and future husband, then,” he says.

3

It’s a quiet night in the middle of the week when Spoiler unexpectedly joins Batman on a roof during patrol.

He’s surveilling the warehouse below for any suspicious activity.

There has, so far, not been any suspicious activity.

Steph makes some small talk, which passes half an hour just fine. He asks her about her classes, and if she’s getting enough sleep. She assures him she doesn’t have any Thursday morning classes, which wasn’t what he’d been asking, but also wasn’t not what he’d been asking.

After a while, though, the night goes quiet. Bruce is pretty sure Steph joined him specifically to say whatever it is that she’s getting ready to say right now, so he doesn’t interrupt. That, and he’s never been particularly chatty.

“I know I’m not your daughter,” Steph says.

Bruce recoils. “That – ”

“No, wait, that came out wrong,” Steph says quickly. “I don’t mean that – ugh. Okay. Let’s start over, can we start over?”

Bruce waits, knowing she’ll take that for the permission to continue that it is.

“I’m in love with your daughter,” she says. “I have been for a while. And I’m not saying it’s coming up any time soon, but I guess what I was wondering is… how you would feel if I was part of your family. For real, I mean.”

“Spoiler,” Bruce says.

“I’m not asking you to be my dad,” Steph continues as if uninterrupted.

“Spoiler, I,” Bruce says, and this time waits for Steph to make sure she’s done. Once convinced, he continues, “I know I’ve been… less than perfect, with you especially. But I hope it’s never been in doubt that I. I want the best for my children. And that blood or not, I. I love you, like one of my children. And I would be eternally grateful to have you as a member of my family.”

Steph says nothing, just looks at the warehouse Bruce has been neglecting. Bruce waits for her to respond, but eventually looks back at the warehouse as well. Nothing new.

She pounces on him, hugging him from the side as tight as she can. “Thank you,” she says wetly, then, before he can make a decision on what to do with his arms, she darts away. “I’ll see you around, Batman. Also, I’m pretty sure the operation in this warehouse cleared out last week, Oracle said something about it last time I talked to her.”

Batman doesn’t swear, but he comes close to it right then.

4&5

Spending a weekend at the Kent farm sounded a lot more pleasant in theory than it ended up being. There was no room, for one, so Jon and Damian and Kon and Tim had both doubled up, while Bruce ended up on the couch, having had to fight the Kents for the privilege of not replacing them in their own beds.

“You wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep if I did,” Bruce points out. “It’s fine.”

And it would’ve been. If it weren’t for the fact that farm sleeping schedules were entirely antithetical to his own. Batman was the Night Incarnate, and Bruce often ended up in bed at four, five, or even six am.

Jonathan and Martha Kent were up at sunrise, and Clark joined them to help, and Bruce could not sleep through the racket the two of them were pulling in the kitchen while also having the audacity to stage whisper, as if that was any quieter than speaking.

So he was understandably cranky when a scant two hours later, at the abominably early hour of seven am, he was awoken by the two Kent boys’ fight.

“I’ll be the first!”

“No, I’ll be the first, you’re literally twelve!”

“Age is only a number!”

“Where the hell did you even hear that?”

“What is going on?”

Oh good, Lois has joined whatever this is. Bruce gives up any semblance of sleep.

“Oh, um.”

“Jon and I were just…”

“They were,” a yawn punctuates Tim’s introduction to the conversation. Bruce gets off the couch. “They were fighting over which one of them would get to marry a Wayne.”

“Tt. Ridiculous. It’s clearly Jon.”

“I’m not fighting with you over this. I’m going back to bed. Don’t fight with your twelve year old brother about stupid shit, Kon.”

“But Tim,” Kon whines.

Bruce arrives at the scene of the crime – the hallway at the top of the stairs. The conversation immediately stops dead.

“You can both marry my sons, assuming they are an appropriate age and not already married to someone else, in this hypothetical future marriage proposal,” Bruce says. “But only if, and I do mean only if, I get some damn sleep between now and then.”

Jon and Kon both look properly chastened. Tim, who was also arguing for sleep, looks vindicated, while Damian chooses, as was to be expected, to hide his embarrassment, and Lois has never been scared of Bruce in her life, which is one of the main reasons he likes her.

“Come on, cranky pants, you can use Clark’s bed now that we’re all awake,” she tells him.

Her practical, hands on approach to solving problem was another reason, of course.

+1

There were so many kids in this house nowadays. But only six of them were, legally, Bruce’s. So Selina approaches those six first.

“Dick, Jason,” she says, “Tim, Duke, Cass, Damian. Thank you so much for coming.”

“Selina,” Jason says, sounding amused. “Thanks for the role call. Are we here for a specific reason, or?”

“Hmm, well,” Selina says. Then she shows her hand – literally.

Tim whistles. “That one’s much nicer than the last one. Assuming you didn’t steal it?”

“That’s fair,” she says. “No, I didn’t steal it. He asked, again. And I said yes, again.”

“This is going to be a disaster,” Jason says gleefully.

Dick hits his arm. “Don’t be like that, Jay,” he says, “you’ve been living in married bliss for like, four years. Maybe something rubbed off on him.”

“Tt. As if Father has anything to learn from Todd,” Damian says snootily. Selina resists the urge to scratch him between the ears like a slightly hissy cat.

“Well, maybe not nothing,” Selina says. “He made quite a convincing case that we could make it work this time. And I want to.”

“You do?” Duke asks, suspicious. Also fair.

“I promise,” Selina swears. “Is that okay by all of you?”

“Cass?” Tim asks.

“Truth,” Cass says simply.

Tim shrugs. “Good enough for me.”

Dick smiles at her.

Damian tuts, but it’s almost friendly.

Duke nods.

Jason shrugs. “If he wants to try again, we’re not going to stop him.”

Selina smiles. She knows that this really is – acceptance.

“Thank you,” she says. “I can’t wait to be a part of this family.”

[mcl4r3n]

Thing are looking up for them but there’s a lot of reminiscing about how things were and not a lot of moving forward, they’re still at the frienship stage. After the first two races they’re back to Monaco and Daniel decides to properly take him to dinner. He’s picking him up and then Lando rocks up in enchanté merch casually and Daniel can’t stop staring at him he’s barely able too keep his eyes on the road. That’s the first time in months there’s been sexual tension. They get to the restaurant and they talk about testing and cars etc but once they’re a few glasses in the tension is higher and the conversation deeper. Daniel asks if Lando slept with another man after they ended things, cause yk jealousy again. And Lando just responds with ’did you?’ And Daniel goes ’I tried, but it just wasn’t the same,’ and the truth was Daniel didn’t even get past the talking stage with that other dude. And then Lando says ’It’s only ever been you, for me’ and it’s an open statement it can be interpreted in many ways but Daniel can’t help but exhale a sigh of relief because fuck he loves Lando so much. ’I want to try- properly this time, would you give me another chance,’ Daniel says and it’s so vulnerable and of course Lando says yes. They go back to Daniel’s place and Daniel carries Lando to bed, he spends so much time just kissing him everywhere and it drives Lando crazy but it’s okay cause they’re back and this time Lando knows it’s for real

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭🥹🥹 NONNIE IM GONNA GO FUCKING INSANE!!!!!!!!

FOLLOW UP TO THIS OTHER MESSAGE FROM ANON!!!!

God like okay so. Daniel spends sooooooo much time just kissing him, and every time Daniel tries to pull away from his mouth lando's chasing him again, just wants to keep kissing him honestly. Danny's hands are just on his waist and danny is kissing him so deeply and so gently, and lando takes daniel's hands and puts them on his ASS and daniel takes a shuddering breath against his lips and then squeezes and then presses his hips against lando's and lando's head is spinning because daniel is HARD against him after almost a year of not touching, almost a year of being without this.

Daniel's muttering against his cheek, breathing heavy, whispering "fuck. Fuck, babe—lando, i missed you so much."

And lando hears the pet name, tells daniel to call him baby again, and daniel just groans, kisses lando's cheeks and his chin and his neck and says "baby, baby, god, i've wanted you so bad."

They take it so, so slowly, danny peeling lando's clothes off one by one, daniel spending extra time on his nipples and they've both been so hard for so long now but lando doesnt hurry because all of it feels so good.

Daniel blows him and lando says he's close but instesd of pulling off, danny swallows every drop which he didn't used to do and then he eats lando out and lando's over sensitive but he's not gonna stop him, he's got tears in his eyes, and when daniel tries to leave to get a condom, but lando doesnt let him leave, and daniel's just like going insane. And daniel is so. . . vulnerable and timid and lando says "danny please. Please." And so daniel does, enters him raw and they're face to face and it's overwhelming and so good and danny admits that he doesn't know if he can last very long and lando laughs and says do you think i will??

And yeah, neither of them last very long, but it's so perfect and so good and danny finishes inside him and they're both just soooooo. Soooo!!!!

They fall asleep messy and tangled in each other and in the morning when lando wakes up daniel is still there and they both kinda smell and everything but lando wakes him up slowly with kisses to his chest, his cheek, and daniel opens his eyes, confused and groggy at first, but then he realizes where he is and who he's with and he smiles sleepy and soft and lando just.

"I love you, danny."

And daniel frowns, why the fuck is he frowning, and oh god, he's CRYING, he's fucking crying and lando's stomach drops because did he say it too soon, did daniel change his mind, and daniel just hugs him. Presses kisses into lando's curls. And then through his snot he says "i love you. I love you. I fucking love you."

[wcmi-22]

When Robbery Meets insanity Chapter 3

Darkness fell upon the castle and so did the rain. The thunder clashed and roared throughout the land around. In one room, Alice slept and dreamt of the horrible events that lead her to sleeping at the castle.

Alice tossed and turned hearing the harsh voice of her assalent ringing in her mind as the memory played over and over again.

“Put the money in here, sweet cheeks!”

“Hurry it up, you lazy sack!!”

Gun shots could he heard over and over again through out her mind. Even visions of the man smiling viciously kept coming back inside her as he shot the gun.

Alice awoke in a cold sweat and shaky breath. Then she heard a gentle knock at the door.

“Umm come..come in,” she said nervously.

“Hello, dear!” a gentle voice said. In came a kindly old woman with a tray that had a teapot and cup to match it.

“Hello, Mrs. Pots!” she greeted.

“I thought you could use a nice spot of tea after your nap, dear!”

“Oh! Thank you!”

Alice then took the cup and sipped it a little.

“Did you have a pleasant nap, deary?” Mrs. Pots asked.

“Um..not quite,” Alice says.

“The nightmares again, miss?!”

Alice nods as she holds herself together.

“There there dear,” Mrs. Pots says “Why don't you distract your mind with a nice book in the library.”

“Sure.” Alice says. Alice soon got in her robe and slippers then walked down to the library.

As Alice walked through the hall, she felt couldn't help but feel the tension around her. Finally, the door to the library set her at ease.

She looked through the library and came across titles to see if there were anything she could read.

“Let's see.” she thought “ ‘War and Peace.’ No. ‘Crime and Punishment’ Heavens no! ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ Definitely not!”

She sighed and just decided to sit at the bay window and looked out at the rain.

“Oh Alice!” she thought to herself once more. “You can't eat! You can't sleep! You can't even read! What are you going to do? Isn't proper for a lady to be like this. People may think you've gone mad! Have you gone mad?! Are you Mad like Reginald? Huh, Reginald... What must he think of me? Why should I care?! Maybe I have gone mad?”

Suddenly, she heard the door to the library open and jumped.

“Oh, it's just you Belle!” she said in relief. Then she saw behind her was none other than the mad hatter, Reginald Theophilus the Third.

“Reginald!” Alice says surprised “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, cricket! “ he explained.

Alice looks back to Belle for a moment. Belle knew what she was thinking at the moment but, didn't care. She knew this was better than being isolated from society. Plus, if anyone could possibly talk some sense into her, it was Reginald.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” she says before leaving.

Alice then looks away to the window away from Reginald. Reginald sighs to himself. He soon takes off his hat and then kneels to the ground next to her bay window seat.

“Alice,” he says gently “we’re all worried about you. I'm worried about you.”

Alice was silent.

“I know you don't want to talk about what happened. Or explain to me why you didn't tell anyone where you were but, can I at least know if you are ok? Because if you tell me you're ok, I'll leave you alone and I won't bother you about this ever again.”

Again Alice was silent. Then suddenly, the emotions came back! All the pain, the trauma, and the helplessness she felt at that moment. Tears started to flood her eyes and her breathing started to hitch.

“That's the thing Reg,” she finally says in shakey breath “I can't!”

Suddenly, she bursts into tears.

“I wake up every morning having the same dream about what happened!” she explains furiously “ I have to look over my shoulder every day and sleep by candlelight every night so I won't get scared! Yet, even then, I hear his voice, I see his face, and hear those gunshots over and over again in my mind! SO IF YOURE GOING TO TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL OR EVEN YOU KNOW WHAT IM GOING THROUGH, DONT! BECAUSE YOU DONT! NO ONE DOES!!!”

At that moment, Alice covered her face and wept.

“I FEEL SO HELPLESS, REGINALD AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN OR ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT!” she wept.

“You're right!” he says.

“What?!” Alice says between breaths.

“You're right, I don't know how you feel, Alice! Or even what you went through.” He explains “But, all I know is that you can't run or heal from a situation you can change.”

“What do you mean?”

“The coppers got him and his immediate family but, they need you to identify him so they can charge him.”

“But, Reginald I..”

“I know but, think about it this way, if you do nothing and he is free, this could happen to anyone else including Belle, Snow, or even another blonde like you. Yet, what if that time, it gets worse?”

The room was silent for a moment as Alice thought.

“Reg, I...”

“Now, I'm not trying to say you should just get over what happened and move on, because that kind of thing takes time and I'm not going to pressure you about that at all. But, I am saying, you can start the healing process by showing him that he has no control over you, Alice.

“How?” she asks gently.

“By putting him away for good.”

Alice began to cry once more. She knew he was right in every way but, fear still kept pursuing her mind once more.

“I can't do this alone, Reginald!” she says.

“Then let Ears or Belle come with you to the police station. Let them...Let me help you, Alice!”

It was quiet for a moment or two between the pair. Then Reginald got up and placed his her on his head.

“Just think about it, Alice.” he says.

Reginald then turns around to walk to the door. Until,

“Can you come with me, Reginald?” Alice asked softly.

“ I most certainly can!” he says to her with a genre smile. To his surprise, Alice smiled right back at him. She still may have had tears in her eyes but, she was still smiling at him none then less.

To Alice’s surprise, that was not only the first time she smiled in a long time but, it was the first time she actually felt happy as well.

[hwangsify]

SKZ HEADCANONS: REALIZING YOU'VE FALLEN FOR THEM.

pairing. skz x gn reader

genre. fluff, humor and a bit of angst

warnings. food, mild swearing, alcohol

summary. moments where you realized you were in love.

word count. 3.3k+

a/n. long post ahead! i didn't even realize how long it was until i put it into a word counter 😭

hyunjin —

it's 1 am and hyunjin is sulking on the living room floor because you refused to play monopoly with him.

you have attempted, multiple times, to explain to him that you don't want to invest in real-estate and avoid bankruptcy in a fucking board game at 1 am on a monday night, but hyunjin just won't listen. then again, hyunjin is also heavily intoxicated and probably won't remember a single thing by the time he wakes up tomorrow.

you sit next to him on the rug, trying to get him to look at you. he scowls and looks away, eyebrows furrowing irritably.

"hyunjin," you sigh, "we have class tomorrow. i can't play monopoly with you right now."

he says nothing, instead opting to hug his knees to his chest and stare down moodily at the floor. you really don't even understand why he wants to play monopoly in the first place— he usually despises the board game with a burning passion.

your stomach growls and you are reminded of the fact that you still haven't eaten dinner yet. standing up, you glance at hyunjin's moody figure. "want me to make you some ramen?"

hyunjin perks up at the mention of ramen.

and that's how you end up sitting by the dinner table, watching hyunjin devour three fucking servings of shin ramyun all by himself. your bowl remains tragically empty— you really had no fucking idea hyunjin adored ramen so much. hyunjin slurps up the noodles noisily and somehow manages to looks attractive while doing so.

flushed cheeks and puffy eyes. slurred speech and clammy skin. a strand of dirty blonde hair falls from his messy ponytail and you resist the urge to brush it back. hyunjin looks up to catch you staring, cheeks comically bulging with noodles, and his lips tug upwards into a smile, eyes curving into little crescent moons.

how effortlessly beautiful he is.

you can feel your heartbeat fluttering wildly in your chest and you let out an audible breath of relief when hyunjin breaks the eye contact to continue eating his ramen.

so this is how you fall for hwang hyunjin.

1 am in your apartment, watching him inhale beef-flavored ramen noodles at a ridiculous pace.

the epiphany comes almost gently to you. you suppose that you've known all along.

it just took a drunk ramen date at 1 am on a monday night to fully perceive it.

minho —

when minho stops by your place to pick up his hoodie that he accidentally left at your apartment last night, he leaves an iced vanilla latte on the dining room table.

you sit on a chair and stare at the latte. there is a gathering of condensation against the plastic cup, clumps of dewdrops clustering together from the temperature of the drink. it is made exactly how you like it— an unhealthy ratio of milk and expresso, a ridiculous amount of ice, and a perfect amount of vanilla syrup to top it all off.

there is something about the fact that minho went out of his way to pick up an iced vanilla latte for you at the local starbucks store that is so undeniably sweet that you can't help but grin, cheeks flushing with gratification. the fact that minho remembered the way you liked your lattes, down to the very last detail, only makes the entire thing a thousand times better.

it's foolish to read so deeply into a vanilla latte, you know. but you indulge yourself anyways, just because it's lee minho and it's once in a blue moon that minho decides to openly display his affection for you in such a transparent way.

your phone vibrates next to you, and you quickly divert your attention from the latte to check the new message.

[9:47 am] minho: it's been 30 minutes im still waiting for my 'thank u so much, minho!!! ur the best, minho!!!'

a grin spreads across your face. typical minho.

[9:48 am] it was too bitter anyways why tf should i thank u ??? [9:48 am] minho: bc u love me !!! [9:49 am] no i dont

that was a lie. you actually do love lee minho.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks a few seconds later.

fuck. you love lee minho.

shit.

a lot of things suddenly make a whole lot more sense. you suppose that the signs have been there all along— it's remarkable you haven't realized earlier.

burying your face in your hands, you moan in despair. why minho out of all people? minho, with his sarcastic remarks and agonizingly pretty eyes and his tsundere ways. you know better than to fall in love with minho, you really do.

but there are some things you just can't help but love. and you suppose that lee minho is one of them.

your phone buzzes again, and you briefly adjourn your mental breakdown to check your messages.

[9:50 am] minho: ur such a terrible liar

you faceplant into the dining room table, groaning loudly.

seungmin —

all your friends are at a barbecue restaurant right now, eating korean-style short ribs. all your friends are probably having the time of their lives at this very moment, and you're stuck at the library with kim seungmin because he insists on making you study for the upcoming physics exam with him. just because he "can't stand watching you get a 61 on your exam again."

you stare down at your physics notes and sigh wistfully at the thought of spare ribs. seungmin looks up from his laptop, wire-rimmed glasses glinting in the light, and reaches out to tap your nose lightly with his fountain pen. you quickly snap back to reality and glance up to glare at him.

"what was that for?"

"stop thinking about spare ribs and focus. the exam's coming in two weeks."

you scowl. "i wasn't thinking about spare ribs."

"sure you weren't," seungmin sighs. "don't you think i've known you long enough to be able to tell whenever you're actually focusing?"

you glower at him resentfully but open your physics textbook anyways, rustling through your backpack until you locate a pink highlighter. you attempt to underscore the average acceleration formula with bright pink, before realizing that the highlighter is bone dry and no longer contains a single drop of ink in its cartridge.

groaning, you toss the highlighter into the trashcan and attempt to begin yet another search for a highlighter that actually works. but before you can unzip your backpack, seungmin takes a highlighter from his own pencil case and pushes it towards you.

"here, just use mine instead."

you stare at the green highlighter that lies in front of you on the table and pretend that you don't find it stupidly wholesome that seungmin just offered you one of his highlighters.

"staring at the highlighter won't do anything, you know."

you look up to see seungmin smiling slightly at you, amusement laced in his tone. frowning, you grab the highlighter, uncapping it to rather aggressively color the average acceleration formula a neon green.

seungmin stares at you exasperatedly before reaching out to grab the highlighter. for a moment, your fingers brush against each other and you can do is stare stupidly at seungmin's hand over yours. your heartbeat flutters wildly, pulsing through your flesh. his hands are so pretty— slim and veiny and perfectly shaped.

and then seungmin takes his hand away, clutching the green highlighter and glaring at you antagonizingly. "you shouldn't highlight so violently, you'll break the highlighter."

you stare at him, cheeks flushed before clearing your throat and averting your gaze. "whatever."

this cannot be happening. you cannot possibly have fallen for kim seungmin.

but you suppose your burning cheeks and adrenaline-pumped veins say more about your feelings for seungmin than words ever will.

jisung —

you should not feel this irritated.

silently, you watch as jisung grins at ryujin as he hands her a plastic cup of some cocktail minho just whipped up. he looks happy, you think— maybe even happier than he is whenever he's with you.

you resist the urge to crumple up the red plastic party cup in your hand. a disgusting mixture of vodka and vermouth sloshes in the cup, with a pitiful slice of lime floating on top. you take a sip of the revolting concoction and marvel at how much its flavor parallels dog vomit.

grimacing, you toss the cup into the trash. you really shouldn't have come to this party after all. but felix had pleaded with you so desperately, all puppy eyes and pouty lips— it had been quite literally impossible to say no. shooting yet another glance in jisung's direction, you find him to be still conversing with ryujin, lips tugging into a wide grin. you mentally curse yourself for caring so much and avert your attention to the snacks bar, where minho is currently stuffing his face.

he gives you a nod as you approach, cheeks stuffed full of dasik cookies. you come to stand next to him, reaching out to nibble on a custard cake.

minho stares at your forlorn expression and frowns. "what's with the face?"

"it's nothing," you sigh and cast another look in jisung's direction. minho follows your gaze and scoffs at the sight of jisung talking animatedly with ryujin.

"what, are you jealous?"

"jealous? me?" you attempt to sound nonchalant (and fail heroically) as you pick at your custard cake, appetite ruined. "not a chance."

"sure you aren't," minho hums. "why don't you just tell him that you like him? it's not that hard."

"i don't like him."

"right," minho says, "because i'm sure it's completely platonic to stalk him on social media, right? and texting me nonstop about how adorable his cheeks are is just a friendly gesture, right? you're so painfully whipped for him that it's disgusting. just talk to him, what's the worst that can happen?"

you shake your head and look down at your feet, pressing your lips into a firm line.

"you love him, don't you?"

minho's voice is soft and almost sympathizing in a way. you snap your head up to glare at him menacingly.

"i do not love—"

taking another glance in jisung's direction, you feel your chest seize up at the sight of him. you correct yourself before minho can even bother.

"oh my god. i do love him."

minho smiles complacently. "about time that you noticed."

changbin —

"i could set you up with someone. i've got a few friends who are also tragically single.. want me to text them for you?"

you groan. this has to be at least the third time hyunjin has attempted to find you a date. "hyunjin, for the last fucking time, i'm fine! i don't need you to play matchmaker!"

hyunjin throws up his hands in despair. "the dance is coming in two days! i'm just trying to be a good fucking friend so you don't end up being the only single person there!"

you shrug it off. "it's fine, i just won't go."

"the dance is mandatory," hyunjin deadpans. "haven't you heard? all seniors have to participate."

you moan. "but i don't want to end up with some random person i don't even know! imagine how awkward that'll be. besides, you don't even have a date to the dance— why the fuck are you bothering me about it?"

"oh, but i do." hyunjin smirks. "i just asked minho yesterday night."

you look up in shock. "he actually said yes?"

hyunjin hesitates. "well, i think so? at least he didn't threaten to cook me in an airfryer at 180 degrees for 20 minutes which is basically equivalent to a yes. he kind of threatened me afterwards though. said he would deepfry me if i stepped on his toes during the dance."

you grin at him, genuinely pleased. "so after three years of pining after him, you finally got the guy, huh?"

"i didn't like him for that long," hyunjin protests. "2 years at the most."

and then he goes off on this long tangent about how pretty minho's eyes are and how cute his hands are ("they're practically half the size of mine!") and you stop listening to sigh over your terrible luck because even hyunjin got his guy and you're still stuck pining after seo changbin after four fucking years.

the problem isn't really that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. rather, it's more that changbin is so painfully oblivious towards you and your attempts to convey your interest in him that you haven't ever managed to find an opportunity to properly confess to him.

he's foolishly ignorant in that way. so intensely observant when it comes to his friends, but terribly unaware in matters pertaining to himself. but you like him for it anyways— just because it's seo changbin and you would probably give him the sun and the moon on a silver platter if he were to only ask.

buff arms and loud laughter, full of bubbly enthusiasm and bright grins. there are so many things you want with seo changbin. you want to run a hand along his jaw and tell him just how pretty he is. mold your lips against his and breathe in his familiar scent of laundry detergent and jasmine. hold his hand and press butterfly kisses to his knuckles. you want so many things with him, and at the end of the day, you have nothing. but you choose to love him anyways, because love is blind in all of its stupid whims and vagaries.

something aches deep within your chest at the thought of changbin.

you think it might just be love.

felix —

ap chemistry does not deserve to be cried over.

so when the tears fall over your chemistry textbook, you resent yourself for giving your stupid ap course the satisfaction of seeing you have a mental breakdown over equilibrium constants. but you really can't help it. the ap exam is coming in 2 days and you still haven't figured out equilibrium equations yet even though you've been studying nonstop for 4 hours now.

frustrated, you run a hand through your hair and faceplant into your desk, groaning. the time on your phone reads 1:37 am. sighing, you slam your textbook shut and prepare to crawl into bed to spend yet another sleepless night worrying over pH values and whatnot.

a soft knock sounds against your door as you stand up. "can i come in?"

felix's deep baritone voice is so gentle that you resist the urge to cry all over again. quickly, you run the sleeve of your sweater over your cheeks to erase any signs of tears and collapse on your bed, attempting to feign casualty.

"go ahead."

the door swings open and felix walks in, a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. he carefully sets it down by the table next to your bedside and takes in your tired eyebags and messy hair. you look away, cheeks burning.

"are you okay?"

you close your eyes and will yourself not to cry. naturally, it doesn't work.

the tears spill out, pooling on your bed sheets and leaving damp spots over your pillowcase. felix comes to sit by you on the bed, glancing down at you with forbearing eyes— the constellation of freckles adorning his nose and cheeks is especially apparent under the dim light of your room.

"you should take breaks, you know," he murmurs in a low tone, running a gentle hand through your hair. "you'll burn out if you study for long periods of time."

you lean into his touch, sighing contentedly. there is something about felix that is so pellucidly safe that you naturally relax around him. pressing a chaste kiss to his fingertips, you allow yourself to have this small moment of tranquility.

you glance up to marvel at the boy next to you. this freckled, sun-kissed boy who bakes you brownies and offers you an unlimited supply of backhugs. this boy who has found his way into even the most remote corners of your heart— who has loved you relentlessly even in your worst moments.

gazing at him from under the covers of your sheets, it is not hard to acknowledge and believe that you love him back with an equal intensity.

jeongin —

jeongin looks almost peaceful from underneath the sterile white sheets of his hospital bed. his face is bare of any blemishes save a small cut on his upper lip, and if you didn't know better, you'd almost think he was asleep.

you sit by his bed and run a hand through your greasy hair, looking and feeling like shit. but you suppose anyone would be the same if they had spent 2 days sitting in a hospital without bothering to shower or eat.

"yang jeongin," you say, "i am never going to forgive you when you wake up."

you reach out a hand to brush his dark bangs away from his eyes, running your thumb across his prominent cheekbones. if jeongin were conscious, he'd shy away from your touch, grinning at you with that wide smile of his. but he isn't, so you revel in being able to touch him without being dodged.

"please wake up," you say, and there is nothing but raw desperation in your voice. "please."

you think that it must be the world's greatest coincidence that jeongin's eyes flutter open a few seconds later. you freeze, mouth agape in astonishment, before immediately jumping back, yanking your hand away from his cheek.

"have you been awake this entire time?" you demand.

jeongin slowly sits up, stretching out his arms. "only for the last few hours or so."

"so you heard everything?"

jeongin grins. "pretty much, yeah."

you narrow your eyes at him menacingly but laugh anyways. maybe later, you will scold him for his carelessness and lecture him on the importance of looking both ways before you cross a street. but as of now, you allow yourself to grin at him from across the hospital bed, relief flooding through your veins.

you are nothing but a fool in love when it comes to jeongin.

chan —

the rhythmic clicking of laptop keys in chan's room has been going on since the evening. it's well after midnight by now. you don't know how he does it— chan claims that being a workaholic is in his blood; you claim that he's just got an incurable addiction to working overtime.

you slip into his room and come to sit by him. he doesn't look up from his laptop, eyes fixated to the screen, but he reaches out a hand until he finds your shoulder to give you a gentle squeeze. you hum and tug at his wrist.

"you've been working since four, you know that?"

"i know," chan sighs, "i just have to get this track right, then i'll go to bed."

you roll your eyes. "you can finish it tomorrow, you've still got time."

"i'm promised to take felix out to see the new movie tomorrow!" he says, "i have to finish it today."

"then the day after tomorrow!"

"i'm volunteering to do an interview with one of our sponsorships that day!"

you gaze at him, half in amazement, half in annoyance. here is someone who lacks almost any sense of self-preservation, someone who throws himself wholly into his burdens, who is willing to stay up until 6 in the morning if it means finishing off a track.

you admire him for it, but also wish he would be a little less selfless sometimes.

chan catches you staring and quickly looks away, the tips of his ears coloring red. "what is it?"

you smile. "nothing."

should it be called love? this feeling that surges through you at the sight of him, consuming you wholly.

maybe. you would like it to be so.