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pink-imagines · 4 years ago

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it's alright

request: Hi! I got this oneshot idea from reading your prompts: Kirishima with a fem! or gn! s/o where they're spooning in bed and Kirishima puts his arm around reader's waist area to cuddle but then reader gets insecure caz they have a bit of belly chub and Kirishima reassures them? Maybe with tummy kisses too🥺 Thank you so much and I love your writing💗💗

a/n: listen to "Honey, it's alright" by Gregory Alan Isakov while reading this - it adds to the atmosphere :) also the R key on my computer isn't doing so good, so if there's missing a few R's then you know why (i tried checking for it though)

warnings: a bit of angst, self conciousness

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"Can't sleep?", the man beside you whispered groggily. Your eyes had been stuck on the same spot on the ceiling for a while now. An hour, or so, ago you had tried closing your eyes - but it hadn't worked. That resulted in you looking at your phone for a while, giving up the thought of sleep as a whole. Now you were just staring at nothing, with your mind completely empty. "No...", you sighed and turned to lay on your side to face him. Eijiro gave you a tired, but warm, smile. He always seemed to know what you wanted. In that way, he was understanding. But you couldn't imagine that he'd be understanding towards why you couldn't fall asleep in the first place. "Do you want some tea? Warm milk?", he asked, preparing himself to get out of bed. He only had time to sit up before you put your hand on his leg, which was still under the covers. You returned his warm, tired, smile from before. You loved his eagerness to help you - but you knew he couldn't solve the issue. "I'm okay, you should go back to sleep.", you said softly, "I know you have an important day tomorrow." "Not more important than you, honey.", he cupped your face with his hand, "Please tell me how I can help." There was really only one solution to get him to stay in bed. "Let's cuddle.", you suggested, "I think that might help." "Alright, c'mere little spoon...", he layed down and opened his arms for you to join him. You laughed at his strange way of telling you to be the little spoon. But you laid down with your back pressed against his chest. His hand was on your hip, but it slowly made way to lay over your waist. The reason for your sleeplessness resurfaced and you got yourself out of his grip quickly. "Baby?", Eijiro was now more confused than ever. A low "sorry" escaped your lips. You muttered out an excuse, saying that the tea might help anyways. All so that you could get away from the situation. Knowing you as well as he did, you thought he would let you be - since he'd know that you needed space right now. At least that's what you thought you needed.

You turned on the kettle to make some tea and took out a tea bag to put in your favorite mug. It was cold in the kitchen, despite the summer being in full bloom. Maybe it was your lack of clothing, you were only wearing pyjama shorts and a tank top after all. Tea will be nice after all... Impatiently, you waited for the water to boil. You were tapping your index finger against the kitchen counter. It stopped as soon as you heard footsteps. There hadn't been a time in your life with Eijiro where you had frozen in place like that. You heard him walk into the living room first. No ideas popped up in your head as to what he could be doing there. Eventually, though, he left and started walking towards the kitchen. His presence was unexpected. When he reached the kitchen he didn't say a word. He took out another mug from the cabinett and put a tea bag in it. The mug made a soft clank sound against the marble counter. He had a surprisingly careful way of handling things in your home. You hadn't boiled enough water for two. When the water in the kettle started boiling he poured it into your cup and gave it to you. "Could you sit down in the living room, please?", he asked without looking at you. It hurt you to know that you might've been too harsch before, and had hurt him. Eijiro started boiling more water, and didn't give you more time to think or time to answer him at all. You went to the living room and sat down on the couch. Your favorite blanket had been pulled out, the window was open - which was letting in the chilly air. You put down your mug on the table, next to a few lit candles. Eijiro had been preparing before. The atmosphere in the room was similair to that of sitting outside a late summer night on the countryside. It was a feeling that you had told Eijiro about, specifically about how comforting it was to you. You pulled the blanket up over you legs and took the mug back in your hands. The sound of water coming to a boil could be heard from the kitchen. After a calming sip of your tea, you had accepted your defeat. It was clear that Eijiro was trying to lure the truth out of you, so that's what you had to give him. Even if you didn't want to.

Eijiro came into the room a bit later and sat down on the other side of the couch. He usually didn't drink tea, but for some reason it felt comfortable that he also had a cup in his hands. It felt more like a conversation than an interregation this way. "I know you're not okay, so please tell me what's wrong.", he stated quietly, "I can't watch you like this... I promise that there's something I can do to help - no matter what it is." A thick clump of anxiety grew in your throat. How were you supposed to phrase it? You knew that Eijiro was a very body positive person, but you didn't know if that made it easier for you to tell him. For a long time now you hadn't been feeling comfortable in your own skin. What you had seen in the mirror wasn't what you wanted to look like. But this realization didn't give you motivation to work harder, it only made you more reluctant to go outside. You had been wearing clothes that could cover everything up, so when Eijiro reached for the place that you were the most insecure about... you just had to move. It was all so clear in your head, but you couldn't say a word about it. "Y/N?", Eijiro's voice echoed in your head. "I hate myself!", you spat out, "It used to happen less but every day I dread to get up and look in the mirror. I don't want to go outside looking like this - I don't want anyone to look at me, especially not you." When you looked up you expected him to look shocked, scared even. But he had a calm expression, still. He reached over to you and put your cup on the table, along with his. "It's alright.", he assured you, "That you feel like that. It's okay." The clump in your throat dissolved into tears in your eyes. You let out a choked sob before you started crying and threw yourself in his arms. He held you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly. He didn't try to assure you that you were beautiful, he didn't try to make you feel better - he simply let you sit in your feelings. It was nice to cry against his shoulder. "Let it all out, okay?", he said in a hushed whisper and placed a quick kiss to your temple.

When your sobs had turned to whimpers Eijiro let go of you. He placed you carefully against the armrest of the couch again. "Wanna sleep here tonight?", he suggested and you nodded. Eijiro lifted up your blanket to crawl under it. Now he laid on top of you, like a weighted blanket, with his head on your chest. "I don't know if you want to hear it but...", his head traveled a bit further down to place a soft kiss on your stomach, "... I think you're very beautiful." "Thank you, Eijiro.", you said with a small laugh. Quick kisses were placed all over your stomach, turning your soft chuckle into a louder laugh. Eventually he stopped and looked up at you. You cupped his face with your hands and gave him a wam smile, signaling to him that he had succesfully made you feel better. "Do you think you can fall asleep?", he asked. "If you lay next to me, yeah.", you answered. Instead of laying on top of you, he crawled to lay beside you on the couch. He pulled one of your legs on top of his body and tried to make sure that you were comfortable. After kissing your forehead gently he pulled the blanket back over you. "Goodnight.", he sighed. "Goodnight.", you muttered back.

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