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siddyyyyyyyy · 2 months ago

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One Messed Up Bat

Batfamily x Reader

wc: 1.2K pairing: platonic!reader x Batfamily summary: One of them finds you having a breakdown warnings: sh, blood, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. a/n: inspired by @thatwritterbeach, I don't usually write for a topic like this, (RULES), but I thought this would be a good quick thing to write. I really tried to keep some parts as vague as possible, but please don't read if you're struggling with similar issues. Reach out if you need help

988Lifeline

Please remember you are not alone. there's still hope and people who care and love you.

»You can‘t keep acting like a child, I done with this.«

Dick whispered in a harsh voice, through gritted teeth. It‘s been a long week of patrolling and you were disobeying orders more often to help even more people. Or more specific, getting distracted by minor issues.

»I will not apologise for helping people— «

»You disobeyed orders, again. You could have gotten hurt or hurt us as well. There‘s no space for you to get distracted over small things.«

He interrupts you sharply, leaving the batcave dead silent. With a quiet exhale, he speaks up more softly.

»You are benched until further notice.«

»You can‘t— «

»Benched.« Bruce confirms, leaving the conversation without another word. It feels unfair to be treated like this for helping some people out that weren‘t the main issue at the missions earlier. It was draining.

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»Hey, Dick… do you have a sec?« You ask through the phone, holding it close to your ear. As another sob threatens to leave your lips, you bite down firmly into your hand, muffling the noise out.

»No, you‘re still benched.«

He answers back without even giving you a chance to explain, being still mad at you. It‘s only been roughly a week.

With a heavy sigh, you scoff at him.

»That‘s— you know what, fuck off.«

After hanging up abruptly, you toss your phone onto your bed, heading quickly to your en-suite bathroom. It feels like there‘s no other way than to release some built up frustration and anger.

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Loud shouts of your name are being heard before Damian yanked the bathroom door open, halting once he sees the scene in front of him. He seemed almost elevated before he skipped to your room to show you his latest drawing, but now he looks deathly concerned.

There‘s some droplets of blood near you on the bathroom tiles, a bladein your hand while you try to hide your injured arm. It doesn‘t work, Damian connects the dots quickly.

But before you could stop Damian and explain, he is out and drags Tim to your bathroom, begging him to fix you. It breaks your heart even more, realising you have no way of hiding and can‘t explain this. Loose bandages lay around, your medkit next to them in an desperate attempt to patch yourself up from earlier.

»Damian. Give us a minute.« Tim‘s face looks dark, shadows falling over his features which make him look more intimadating than concerned. The younger one finally manages to calm down and retreats form the doorway, giving you both privacy.

It feels unreal. You slump back, sitting down at the edge of your bathtub as soon as you feel your legs start to get weak.

Tim doesn‘t talk, picking up some bandages from your medkit before reaching for the antiseptic and faces you. He kneels down and treats your injured arm, his touch being so gentle, it seems as if he is afraid of hurting you even more.

»You know I have to tell.«

He finally speaks up, keeping his gaze trained on your arm and carefully wraps it up, making sure it‘s not too tight or loose.

»Please don‘t.« You plead quietly, voice shaky and thin-sounding. This only makes Tim sigh out exhausted, knowing this will be a long argument if he won‘t make himself clear to you.

»Those are deep,« he gently puts his hand over your bandaged forearm, focusing on you, »they almost need stitches and I‘ve never seen Damian this afraid before. You can‘t go through this alone.«

Tim stays knelt in front of you, his hand travelling down to hold onto yours in a reassuring grip. He knows he is not the best in comforting people, but he will do anything to make this stop.

»It‘s not that serious, I‘ve had way worse. This is just another one of my stupid— «

He interrupts you with a hug, shutting you up immediately. You don‘t know how to react to it, wrapping your good arm around him in a loose grip. Tim lets go, keeping his eyes on you as if to make sure you won‘t disappear.

»I need to tell Dick, at least.« You shake your head quickly, still hoping this could be a secret only you know about. But it‘s too late, there‘s no way you could get away from this.

»No...«

»I need to tell someone.«

You huff out frustrated, trying to argue against him, but Tim speaks up more firmly.

»Either Bruce or Dick. They‘ll find out either way, and you aren‘t doing this alone.«

He stands before you, giving you a few seconds to think and collect yourself as you continue to sit at the edge of the bathtub.

»I can‘t stop you, can I?«

He shakes his head slightly, crossing his arms. »Not a chance.«

With a final sigh, you open up about this all the while he listens and keeps his eyes on you, eventually helping with cleaning the mess up around the bathroom.

He gets why you didn‘t get any help before, why you‘ve been hiding it ever since and what drove you to this point. And he can‘t help but feel guilty. There‘s always been some kind of bond between you two, having seen you as his older sibling. Seeing you this broken and defeated is new and scary to him. Still, he feels it‘s his responsabilty to get you help from everyone.

Tim made a phone call to Dick first once he got outside onto his balcony, leaving you with a hot chocolate together with Damian in the main area.

»Get home. Someone here needs serious help and I need everyone to help.«

He is not the one to beat around the bush, getting straight to the point with Dick. His older brother is concerned, having no real idea of what‘s about to happen once he gets off the train and to the manor. The second call was made to Jason, who seemed more than busy at the moment. But he promised to be there in a few hours either way.

Lastly, Tim tried to reach out to Bruce, but he didn‘t pick up or read his messages. It didn‘t help the situation, leaving him angry and bitter.

Getting back to the main area, he sits down beside you, just waiting for Dick to arrive and get you some more comfort. The hot chocolate and cookies from Alfred helped a lot already, the rather annoying company of Damian was a strange reassurance that not everything is lost.

»What happened?«

Dick finally reaches the couch, shrugging his jacket off while lookig between you three. Alfred‘s standing back, observing the interaction from afar.

Exchanging a brief glance with Tim, he speaks up and explains it briefly to Dick, making his heart drop. The older brother doesn‘t hesitate to wrap you into a tight hug, apologising repeatedly and looking over you as if to make sure you aren‘t hurt in any more areas.

You end up being huddled up with the three of them on the couch, some cartoon playing on the big TV as you all share a big blanket. Jason arrives at last, being confused about the view before he just joins in, sitting down at the other end of the couch while watching the cartoon as well.

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stanpinesdykewife · 1 month ago

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i've never requested a drabble before, so i'm sorry if the prompt isn't specific enough! figured i should give it a shot though since your writing is so incredible. thank you so much for taking requests!

stan/fem!reader, literally any scenario in which he's being protective. fluff, smut, whatever you want to write, i will love to read i'm so weak for him

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND WORDS! i started writing this prompt a while ago... but scrapped it for reasons! this scenario was much more fun to write which might be obvious considering i accidentally wrote over 2k. but i hope you like it!!

kill billy (posted on ao3) stan/reader (gender-neutral) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff, very mild horror, 2258 words

summary:

Your date with Stan runs longer than expected after an almost-encounter with a creature at the edge of the woods.

special reference to the "kill billy" which appears in the early pages of journal three!

if you (or anyone in the replies) would like to see the abandoned first iteration of this prompt, just lmk and i can reblog this with what i had written :) either way i was giggling writing this piece so i hope you have fun reading!

#and thank you so much again for the compliments #and for waiting so long!!!#hopefully this is at least a little of what you had in mind!#i almost ended it sooner but decided to throw some kissing in at the end #for your patience #thank you!!!#drabble requests #gravity falls #stanley pines x reader #fluff #my writing

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amber-sekio · 7 months ago

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One-shot Prompt

Title: And if you can forgive, love will truly live

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Dazai x Reader

Prompt: “'Sorry for showing up like this.’ You sighed, your shoulders relaxing in silent defeat. ‘Come in.’”

TW: mentions of death (Oda), mentioned bad home life though not explicit

!Gender of reader is not specified!

A/N: I do plan on making a 2nd part where the reader and Dazai talk things out and get in a relationship, not sure when I'll finish it though

The word count for chapter 1 is roughly 2k

Also, this will be posted on my ao3, link on my master list

You had known Dazai for a long time, perhaps not as long as Chuuya has, but that’s beside the point.

While you had grown up around shady people and been dealing with said shady people’s shady shit pretty much your whole life, courtesy of your shitty, shady parents, you hadn’t actually joined the Port Mafia until you were 17. Two years older than Dazai and Chuuya, but joined the Mafia around roughly the same time Chuuya had.

With your ability, it didn’t take long for you to begin to climb the ranks. It wasn’t like you were trying to specifically reach the rank of executive, but gradually, you crept closer.

About a year and a half after you had joined you had made a name for yourself, and that was also about the time you had met Dazai and Chuuya for the first time during a bigger mission.

You had somehow managed to become something like friends with them on that mission and had become a somewhat regularity to be paired with them on large missions. You were tough enough to handle both their eccentric personalities as well as teasing enough to get along with Dazai and passionate enough to friend Chuuya.

It was a weird trio you had formed, often being the one to defuse them when they began to bicker. And of course, apologizing when they disturbed the everyday citizens with their fighting when the three of you had time off to just be kids.

Over time, you had begun to grow closer and fonder of Dazai, being able to relate to him more often than one probably should, but whatever. Sometimes, the two of you would find each other silently sitting at the docks staring off into nothingness, neither of you would talk, just simply get lost in your endless thoughts while enjoying the presence of someone who was similar enough to understand you.

On one such occasion Dazai had broken the endless silence of the waves below your feet; inviting you to join him to meet with his bar friends. That was when you met Ango and Oda. They were pleasant company and you had found yourself growing attached to them just like you knew Dazai was, though he would’ve probably denied it at the time.

So, when Dazai disappeared one night with no traces, followed by learning of Oda’s death. You knew.

That didn’t make it hurt any less of course. Especially with how his sudden departure shed light on your feelings for him.

While Chuuya presented himself to be finally rid of his presence, you both knew that Dazai leaving had hurt both of you. You had chosen to tell Chuuya Dazai’s reasons for leaving, not wanting the anger of Dazai’s leaving to grow into hatred, besides, Chuuya would’ve pieced it together eventually.

And like that. Everything continued. The Port Mafia didn’t mourn over its losses. Executive duties called.

So, when after 4 years of no contact, to say you were surprised at his being in the ADA would be an understatement.

You hadn’t had the chance to see him yet like Chuuya had but you were there to witness Chuuya’s drunken midnight rant after having invited you over.

“Oh, trust me, he’s as shitty a mackerel as he always has been. He hasn’t changed a bit.” Chuuya slurred off, grumbling under his breath as he laid his head down on the counter.

You were both sitting at the kitchen island, a bottle of some expensive wine brand, open and mostly empty now, was on the counter between you.

You sat with your body facing Chuuya, your head resting in your palm, elbow against the counter.

“Mhm. He hasn’t changed a bit huh?” You spoke more for the simple sake of speaking, entertaining the drunk man before you. You didn’t need clarification of something you already knew.

Dazai had always been capable of doing good. He just didn’t care between doing good or bad, it made no difference to him. He’s only working for the light because it’s what Oda wanted. Dazai not changing wasn’t a surprise. So Chuuya’s following words were a little less than expected.

“Actually…” He paused, slurring off again before clarifying his words, his head remained poised on the counter. “He looked… brighter?” He seemed to question his own words before continuing. “Brighter and healthier. He seemed…” Chuuya trailed off again but not due to his drunken state. He stopped himself from finishing his train of thought.

“Happier?” You finished for him.

He didn’t respond.

After that, you had practically forgotten about Dazai now being in the ADA, too busy with missions and the seemingly never-ending, growing stack of paperwork.

That was until tonight.

It had been a grueling past few days, rainy weather, long meetings, missions to assign, missions to report and file, and of course your endless stack of shitty paperwork that had somehow found itself in your home office, taking up even more of your own time which was already short considering your importance to the Mafia.

After you got home, sometime around the dead-ass crack of dawn, you had only grabbed a cup of coffee, one of the larger mugs you owned, before heading to your office for more work.

Sometime, while in the middle of reviewing some report, you had fallen asleep, lulled by the endless pitter-patter of rain hitting the window in your office.

You had slept most of the day away and upon waking, it had already grown dark outside, probably around 9 or 10 at night now, and you were thankful to whatever divine being had granted you a day off today because you would have been so fucking late. You chose to willfully ignore that Mori-san was technically the one who made your schedule. He was a good boss, competent in his decisions, but he was no divine being.

Stretching in your chair, you could feel the soreness of your muscles from the previous day of work. There was a tightness in your back, worse than it normally was, courtesy of sleeping in your chair.

A knock sounded on your door, soft when it made its way to your ears but still clear as it cut through the silence of the penthouse you called home.

You dragged your body to your door, still completely dressed head-to-toe in your typical Mafia outfit with the addition of a few wrinkles, your shoes clacking noisily on the floor.

“Coming!” You called out before the person waiting behind your door could think to knock again.

Reaching your door, you work through your security system before opening your door, behind, a man you hadn’t seen for 4 years.

Your tiredness slipped away from your body as you gasped. Your body now on alert as you stared at him.

He was dressed in, presumedly, his ADA outfit, light in color. His bandages still covered his neck, probably the rest of his body, but the ones that used to cover his eye were gone. He had clearly gained weight since you had last seen him, though he still lacked a significant amount of meat on his bones someone his age and height should have.

Chuuya was right, he looked happier. No. That was wrong. He didn’t look happy. He looked… sad? Guilty?

They weren’t emotions you were familiar with seeing on him. Sure, you had seen both emotions on people in the Mafia during interrogations… but on Dazai? No. He hardly ever even faked them.

He did look brighter though. Healthier.

He also looked- no was drenched. His clothes were darkened by the rainwater still pouring outside. Dripping water on the carpeted floor. You could see a few dark spots on the floor down the hall, marking his trail.

He beat you to a response.

“Sorry for showing up like this.”

You sighed, your shoulders relaxing in silent defeat. “Come in.”

You stepped to the side, letting him in.

You closed the door behind him as he observed the expensive and modern decorations. It lacked any personality, at least to an untrained eye. If one looked closer, you could make out a knick-knack here or there that didn’t quite fit the rest of the rather drab decorations.

It lacked vulnerability.

Your bedroom, though, where only you went into, your interests bled out.

“I assume your room has more personality than this, no?” Dazai’s tone was off. A half-hearted attempt to lighten the mood.

“Vulnerability isn’t something Mafia Executives have the luxury to indulge in often.”

He didn’t respond.

“You can hang your coat on the rack.” You spoke, staring at his back as he walked into your home. “And take your shoes off.”

You turned down the hall towards your room, leaving Dazai to settle.

As you walked you called out to Dazai, not facing him. “I should have some clothes that fit you.” Then as an afterthought, “I want you to take a shower.”

When you walked back into the living room with some clothes, Dazai had actually listened, his coat was hung up and his shoes were in the genkan, he had also taken off his socks, probably soaked after being out in the rain.

You walked up to him, handing him the clothes. “Go take a shower. There should be some rolls of bandages in there, though I’m not sure how many I have left.”

He took the clothes from you silently, then: “Thank you.”

You looked him in the eyes, trying to discern how much you didn’t know about him anymore. How much you needed to learn about him.

“Have you eaten?” You spoke calmly, trying to ignore the thoughts and feelings swirling inside you without end.

“I-…” He hesitated. “No. I haven’t.”

Without another word, you left him to go take a shower. It was probably a good idea to make something to eat anyway, considering you were currently running off of a single cup of coffee.

You decided to not bother to cook and instead pulled out two packets of ramen in part because you were still tired as fuck, and you didn’t know if Dazai’s eating habits had changed or not.

It was better to settle for something simple that he might eat if you were lucky.

It didn’t take long for the ramen to finish heating up and for you to place it in two bowls so you placed them on the table. You were about to go check on Dazai when he turned the corner into the living room.

Something was off, he had changed into the clothes you got for him, and his hair was still wet, dripping water off of his soft curls. He seemed… hesitant -nervous? More so than he had been before taking a shower.

“I made ramen.” You spoke, realizing you had been looking for a bit too long. You gestured to the table with the two bowls full of still steaming ramen.

“Thank you…” His voice was quiet, low. He clearly wasn’t bothering to hide his hesitancy, or perhaps he was just failing miserably in trying.

You sat down at one end of the table and busied yourself with eating. You watched him shift over to the seat adjacent to you.

Your eyes widened in upon noticing. “You’re not wearing your bandages?”

He shifted in his seat, avoiding your gaze.

“The hoodie and shorts are soft…”

The ‘and I trust you’ went unsaid but understood.

Your face softened around the edges.

“Eat.”

He responded with a nod before picking up his chopsticks.

Soon enough you had finished your food, and though Dazai only ate half, it was more than you were expecting him to eat. You placed your dishes in the sink to deal with another time before returning to the table, though you remained standing. Dazai had yet to get up.

“Do you want to watch something? I have a day off so…” You trailed off awkwardly.

He looked up but he didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Sure.”

The only light currently on was the blue light emitted from the television that was playing some show you were hardly paying any more attention to. After a few episodes, you had shifted from sitting awkwardly on opposite sides of the couch to where Dazai was now practically lying on top of you. He was lying his head on your chest with his face turned towards the screen, invested in whatever show it was that was playing. You had let him pick. You were far more interested in watching as he relaxed into you as you ran your fingers through his now, mostly dry, curls.

“Tired?” Your voice no more than a whisper.

“No…” He responded; a hint of a tired whine interlaced in it. A tone his voice always had when he was tired just didn’t want to sleep in lieu of whatever he was currently doing, which at the moment was watching a show while cuddling with someone he hadn’t seen in 4 years.

“Sure~.” You teased as your nails gently scratched at his scalp.

He grumbled something softly into your chest.

You knew how bad, how dangerous your next thought was. It could end badly for both of you, but you couldn’t help when the words slipped from your tongue.

“Why don’t we go to bed hm?”

He responded with an unintelligible whine, pressing his face further into your chest, as he wrapped his lanky arms around your back.

You sighed softly but even if he had clearly put on more weight, he still wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight against you physically speaking. You gathered what remaining strength you had in you as you wrapped your hands around his waist before shifting to a sitting position. Then you secured your arms under him to lift him up in your arms.

“Come on, you lanky beanpole. Time for bed.”

The talk could wait for tomorrow, after all, he couldn’t leave with his clothes still in the washer.

PT 2

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #minor angst #kinda fluff #at the end at least #and with dazai being willingly vulnerable #dazai x reader #reader x dazai #readers gender not specified #bsd fanfic #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader

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pfhwrittes · 9 months ago

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for @greatstormcat who asked for a simon or price version of this post (linked post is 18+ only - like this post!). so storm, i offer you whatever the hell this fluffy thing is. sorry that there's no smut but i seem to have been caught in yearning hours. i'll type up a smutty something for you soon!

TW: male submission, references to traffic light system style safewords, pet name "love" used to refer to reader, verbal praise. please assume all scene negotiation has been completed off-screen.

Pairing: john price x gender neutral reader

-- it's rare for john to ask for this. to ask to be put on his knees, hands clasped at the small of his back - a butchered facsimile of parade rest that you know that he knows down to his bones - with his beautiful blue eyes downcast in a breathtaking show of respect. so you treasure every moment he offers himself to you in this way, stripped naked before your adoring gaze.

"colour, sweetheart?" you prompt him gently, almost hesitant to disturb the hushed peace that's settled over his shoulders.

"green, love. always green with you." john replies equally gently, the tension fading from his brow as he settles more comfortably on the large cushion under his knees.

you smile to yourself, reassured that his left knee is co-operating today, and make a small mental note to move him into a different position before too long.

"good, thank you for telling me john." you run your fingers through his sandy brown hair, pleased with the way the soft lighting catches on the few greying hairs at his temples and with the way his eyelashes flutter closed at your praise.

john price is a handsome man at the best of times, but you can't help the way your breath catches as you take in the way tension seems to melt off his broad shoulders the longer he kneels at your feet.

"my beautiful man" you murmur, stroking a thumb over his bristly cheek - absolutely delighting in the fact that every time you praise him his blush spreads down his neck to his hairy chest.

john sighs in contentment and blinks his eyes open so he can share a small smile with you.

you tap his cheek gently with your thumb to catch his attention. "come on sweetheart, let's get you up and onto the bed where you'll be more comfortable"

john hums in agreement before pushing himself to his feet and you slip your hand into his to lead him gently towards the bed.

#here be kink #john price x reader #jp #sorry this ended up being more feelings-y than smutty #i'll do a properly smutty follow up for you shortly #turns out i am deep in my yearning hours #i cut myself off there because otherwise i'd write endless fluff instead of catching at least a few hours of sleep

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wandixx · 11 months ago

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I want to write a Christmas fluff one-shot with Danny introducing the YJ cartoon version of M'gann and Conner to some Christmas traditions because M'gann asked him nicely, and this boy is weak to pretty girls asking him nicely (or not) to do stuff. However, he would draw a line on Santa. Sorry, not sorry. I'm just not sure how he would do it, so help me decide.

Option two means that Santa is like this goat that gets burned.

Also, I kinda struggle as a Catholic-raised European because I have no idea what my traditions are also things he would introduce. Like, do you American atheists have Christmas Eve big dinner? If yes, then you probably don't have 'no meat' rule cause it's Catholic tradition and in historically more protestant countries it's not a thing but then what do you eat? When do you exchange presents? Do you wait for the first star to begin celebrations?

There are some of my traditions I can rule out, but still, I struggle.

So, my dear American or at least more knowledgeable reader, what's YOUR favourite Christmas tradition that Danny could introduce his alien friends to?

Write in the comments I beg you

Also, Merry Christmas if you celebrate it. All the best for you

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxyj #dp x yj #christmas traditions #i can and will spread my m'gann and danny are besties/in love agenda #and the alien babies deserve nice Christmas #danny too tbh #he cautiously managed this experiences to be least painful to him #and in the end find it surprisingly enjoyable #idk i just want to write some soft nice warm fluff #so share your traditions and ideas #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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fluffypotatey · 4 months ago

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I can't do this anymore Fluffy. Macky was always always watching Wukong but apparently he was always watching Macky too. He would smile and joke and laugh and act like he's the strongest, he wanted to be the stronged but he never voiced how sometimes he wished Macky would fight to protect him too, but he could NEVER say it. "There's so many things I've left unsaid." LITERALLY BOTH OF YOU. *takes notes* ok, so I need to put them in a contrived situation that makes them scream and sob their confessions to each other holding on for dear life with a tasteful fur sniffing on Macky's part like the loser he is.

[..]but he never voiced how sometimes he wished Macky would fight to protect him too, but he could NEVER say it.

no bud you’re right tho and i am so glad you said it because Wukong has always been the one who was placed as their ex machina or trump card and also being the character you place to get hit the lost since he can technically take. AND YET NO ONE HAS SHIELDED WUKONG THE MOST IN LMK EXCEPT MK (who, mind you, only entered Wukong’s life a millennia into his life like 🫠). and maybe Macalooney wanted to in the past but worried it might insult his friend who wanted to be the strongest and never appear as weak. but now come s5, and Matooney is shielding Wukong and saving him (and the others but this post ain’t about them) and wants to reach out and i just—

anon, please confine them in whatever chamber is needed for them to air out their issues because maybe that will break the fragile line they’ve drawn between themselves (and maybe that will fix me)

#they need to TALK #and they keep. NOT DOING THAT #‘but they do talk fluff—’ oh yeah? and how’s that been going for them?#it always sends them into an argument and ending their talk early? yeah. that’s what i thought #they need to be forced into a closet or some prison dimension or something for at least a day #lmk #shadowpeach #asks #lmk s5 #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque

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moo-blogging · 2 years ago

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Late and rainy night thoughts #90:

The soft sound of the rain tapping on the window. Rain has come.

You have changed into your pyjamas, ready for bed while your husband, Levi is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. You tug yourself in, wrapping the duvet around you tightly.

Levi clicks the bathroom light off and strolls into the room. He shifts his weight to one side, resting his fist on his hip and smirks at you.

"What sushi are you today?"

"California roll," you giggle.

Levi crawls onto the bed to your side and plants a kiss on your cheek.

"Just so you know, I would still love you if you were a sushi." He grins at you.

"You wouldn't eat me?"

"I probably would," he kisses your lips as you laugh into his mouth.

Levi reaches out and turns your face toward him as he lays down next to you, "be quiet, sushi don't talk. Now, let me kiss you."

*smooch smooch smoooch*

#levi fluff #chill levi #just some gentle thoughts to end the day #at least my day #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #midnight thoughts #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi heichou #levi imagine

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collectivecloseness · 2 years ago

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Omg some more Robin pls?! Maybe some angst or smth?

Enough Sweetness

Robin Buckley x reader

Steve tilted his head up to watch Robin, yet again laughing under his breath, at her humming to another cheesy love song blasting through the radio of family video. This time she was even dancing to it. Again!

He’d let her enjoy her happiness. She genuinely deserved it, and he was kinda living through her vicarious joy in her love life right now. But not when she was about to abdanon him during his shift, and leave him with a tonne of shit to sort. “Hey! Wanna pick up those tapes on the fooor, for the dozenth time?” Steve chirped at her, but he still shook his head as he smiled, when Robin span around to him, beaming widely herself.

Her teeth shone, dancing with the large bag of candyfloss she hadn’t realised she’d been hugging for the past twenty minutes now. “Y/n’s picking me up early. I’ll do it when she gets here!” She waved Steve off, although hopped over to his side, putting away the sugary treat and grinning up at him, so glad each other’s positive energy was bringing the other up more and more! She was still just bouncing on her feet as she stood next to him, asking him yet again if she should change into the other shirt she brought with her, needing his advice with what she should wear on her first date with you.

Yesterday had been massive. An amazing event in Robins usually perilous life. The first time her heart had beat that fast and it wasn’t because of a panic attack, in months. You had asked Robin out, on a date. You!!!

Robin had been desperately and deeply crushing on you for months, ever since you moved to town and became friends with her and Steve! Robin was so pleased you were actually gay, because she had no idea if you had actually been flirting with her when she had with you, holy shit! And thank god you’d been brave enough to make the first move and ask her out, because Robin knew she would’ve been too scared to speak up. Well, minus a trapped life or death situation. Like how she told Steve her... situation.

The entire end of yesterday’s shift, the phone call between the two that had lasted all night, and all of today’s shift, had literally just been Robin and Steve discussing your date tonight! Robin thought Steve was nearly as excited as her. She was so so so glad she could just talk with him about it! Over and over. Even when she was basically just repeating the same thing for the millionth time, Steve still got excited with her when she brought it up, even asking more questions about it that he’d thought up!

They mostly, however, talked about what you two would do, since Robin, half stupidly, said she wanted to be the one to think of the date idea, since you’d been bold enough to ask her in the first place. She panicked until Steve helped her with some ideas, and she finally had decided on a good date! Robin had it all planned out, every detail perfect. She’d even gotten you a present! Just some chocolates. One of the big selection boxes, a brand you specifically brought up liking.

Robin always remembered those things about you. Steve had teased her for an entire month, when on a shopping trip you two had tested loads of perfumes, and then Robin secretly bought the one you liked the most. She did literally douse herself in the stuff, but Steve teasing her about spraying it extra hard whenever you came in, didn’t help her red face when she was trying to get it on with the ladies! Rather, one particular lady. But... those chocolates were golden. Steve said that type of present was okay for a first date too.

Something Robin asked Steve about yet again. Her bag was by the candy section near the front of the store, since you’d be here soon enough and no customers would be at this time. She opened up her bag, showing off the selection box to Steve in person, and not just a peek through her zipped bag. “Are you sure it’s big enough? Or- or is it too big? Or-?”

“Robin it’s chocolate. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Steve chuckled. But Robin only rolled her eyes at him. “You’re a guy, you don’t get it.”

“Well I get dates, since I’ve actually been on some.” Steve teased, raising his elbow up to defend him from Robin’s shove he knew was coming, but both friends still had smirks on their faces. It’d been a part of the reason Robin was so excited anyway. She kept bringing up the last 24 hours how this would be her first proper date!

“Look, y/n will love them. I swear. You didn’t even need chocolate, she likes you.” Steve solemnly vowed, hand to his heart, and the other coming down on Robin’s shoulder. Who just started vibrating under him at the knowledge, like a puppy on a sugar rush. Steve had to physically take his hand back off, she was making it tingly. He still looked at her. Holy shit. Had she just been vibrating this entire time?

“Yeah, but it’ll definitely score points!” Robin chimed, knowingly.

“Well you know what would score points with me? Picking up those tapes I’ve asked you to clear. You said you wanted to split into sections today.”

“Luckily I don’t need to score points with you, I already know you love me.” Robin sung, Steve having his turn to roll his eyes at her now, as Robin moved back over to the wrong side of the room.

“Hey! At least take your bag to the break room. That way I won’t break my neck on that as well.” Steve teased, lifting it up for her to snatch out his hands.

“Okay!” Robin said, balancing her tray of chocolates in one hand and the strap of her bag in the other.

“Y/n will definitely know you’re a creepy stalker if she sees you just staring out the windows.” Steve teased, tidying the tapes on his side of the room, Robin not even caring about giving a comeback today, too cheerful, only a snort, as she turned her back.

But Robin’s luck did have to run out at some point. While she woke up with a great skin day, and she’d found the bottle of conditioner that always made her hair look extra soft, and her best looking clothes had dried in time for her to wear/pack in her work bag... Robin made a mistake.

Robin skipped over to the front desk, where the break room entrance would be. Only to trip over the pile of tapes on her path, and go flying into the dirty carpeted floor.

“Shit!” Steve swore, running over to where he’d seen Robin topple, only hissing as he saw her gift for you, crumpled between her hands and the floor, and the chocolates scattered across the entirety of it. It was broken. But Steve had to quickly move onto Robin, who was face first on the floor, taking her arm and lifting her up a little. “Robin? Hey. Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

Robin felt dazed for a moment, the heels of her hands slightly burning, and embarrassment flooding through her at eating shit like that. But then, as Steve helped her sit up, Robin took sight of all of her chocolates, smashed and thrown around the floor. It was ruined.

Everything was ruined!

Steve’s heart sank deep into his stomach when Robin immediately burst into tears. “Shit, Robin.” He rubbed her shoulder as he stood her up by himself, very little help from his friend, as he quickly determined she wasn’t properly hurt. She was just upset. Her face not red from bashing it, but from how her tears started to flow.

“Sssh ssh ssh ssh. Hey, Robin. It’s okay.” Steve promised, rubbing both her shoulders quickly to try and comfort her, feeling awful as she buried her hand into her face, after staring at more at her gift strewn about.

“Sssshh. I promise y/n won’t mind, eh?” Steve spoke with a smile. But it didn’t work. Robin shook her head vehemently, rubbing the back of her hand against her nose. “No. It’s all ruined!” She sobbed. Steve gave her a quick hug, murmuring a “No it’s not. It’s not ruined.” into her hair, before pulling back with his hands still planted firmly on her shoulders.

Robin only stood in his hold. “I’m so stupid. You told me to pick them up.”

Steve couldn’t have his best friend talking like this, especially not on what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life! “Nah. I’m too bossy, not surprising my words go in one ear half the time.” Steve shrugged, to which, to his glee, gets a small laugh from Robin.

“You’re not bossy.” She moans, sniffling that tiny smile away again.

“Thank you.” Steve still smiles, gratefully holding onto Robin when she pushes herself into his chest for a hug this time. Squeezing her tight in his arms as she hugged his back, his smile dimming a little as he sees the open box, crumpled on the floor. There wasn’t a single chocolate left in the red plastic of the packaging, nothing salvageable. But it wasn’t that big a deal. He just had to focus on Robin right now. Get her happy and date ready again like she was a minute ago.

But then as he pulled back, because he swore he heard her crying more, even though Robin still looked like she needed that hug, Steve’s eyes wandered down. And his face softened in empathy. “Hey... What happened?” He asked gently, looking down to get Robin’s attention on her pant leg, that was very ruffled and messed up, high on her calf.

Robin sniffed, keeping one hand on Steve’s bicep for leverage, as she pulled up her pant leg, and started to feel the small sting of pain now she was moving it about, now she’d noticed it. She had a scrape on her knee. Little dots of blood around a tiny cut, the skin all looking very flushed.

Steve hissed through his teeth, mostly to show Robin he saw it, as he rubbed his hand up her back. “Come on. Let’s go to the break room, get it fixed.”

Steve walked her there, turning on the lights before he propped Robin up on a stool, grabbing the first aid kit and gently dabbing at her scraped knee with an antiseptic wipe. As Robin used the tissues he’d brought, to clean up her snot. Although she was still crying. Steve carefully pressed a bandaid to her knee, before settling on his knees by her front, gently nudging her hand with the back of his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong?” Steve learnt to ask that more than ‘no need to cry’ after that had been ingrained in him as a child. He’d only gotten rid of it after his King Steve days, even then when he was trying to comfort people he cared about.

“It’s okay! You’re still gonna go on your date and have an amazing time. It doesn’t matter that much, really Robin.” He assured her, but he chewed on his lip as Robin didn’t respond, tears still following heavily, only shaking her head with a groan, disagreeing with him.

Steve sighed, deciding to sit down properly at her knees now, knowing that under the layer of glee Robin had for this date, she also was bursting with anxiety. “Why’d you think chocolate would be the end all?”

“It’s not about the chocolate. It’s because it was a gift for her.” Robin explained despondently, her breath hitching with cries as she scrubbed harshly at her cheeks. Who cares? Her make up was ruined now anyways!

“Okay, why do you think a gift would be that important?” Steve decides to ask instead, his own breath catching in his throat at the miserable look Robin gives him from where her head is bowed. Fringe a mess, mascara dabbed under her eyelids, skin flushed under her freckles, and eyes dejected.

“Oh jeez, you’re really nervous aren’t you?” Steve realised, rubbing his hand over the back of his head.

“It’s-“ Robin had to take a deep breath, the action immediately stuttering in her throat, and causing her to sob again. Wiping at the tears still leaking out of her eyes. “It’s not just that it’ll be my first actual date. Or that, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to date that many people. Because I can’t exactly go around saying that I...” She swallowed, tearing up further as her lip trembled. “Saying I like women.”

Steve shuffled closer, resting his hand on her good knee.

“That like, I might not get many opportunities to date. It’s not just that, I-“ Robin heaved a breath that sounded pained, spit flecking out as she breathed. “It’s that... I really, really like her Steve. Like, I don’t just like y/n, I...” This one, Robin found harder to finish. She didn’t wail more, or cover her face, She just needed help in saying it. He nodded in understanding. He already knew. Squeezing her knee, he moved until Robin could catch his eyes. “I really really really like her Steve. I like her so much. And I just... I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t like me that way. If we go on a date, and she wasn’t really that serious, or she decides I’m not good enough-!”

“Hey! Nobody could think that.” Steve shook his head as he stopped her there. Eyes serious but empathetic up at her.

And Robin nodded, taking his hand that was on her knee into both her own. Holding them tight, as she tries to come down.

Steve can tell she really does believe him, so he shimmies a little closer, his feet jammed against hers as he adds. “I mean hey, didn’t she ask you out?”

Robin laughed. A shy and excited little “Yeah.” leaving her lips, like she still couldn’t quite believe it herself. It was really a good for her moment. And she squeezes her best friends hand in excitement as she recalled the happy memory, Steve squeezing back.

“What the hell happened in here?!?”

Robin and Steve’s heads both shot to the closed door of the break room, instantly recognising your voice. And realising you must’ve seen the scene of scattered tapes and ruined chocolates all over the floor, with no one in sight.

The two both froze, before turning back to look at each other. With only knowing looks, no words, passing by the duo, Steve easily recognised that Robin wanted him to go out first, and get you.

Which is what he did, Robin watching him stand and open the door, hearing him mumbling to you about her, as she sniffed, and desperately tried to wipe at her eyes. Oh my god. How much snot did she have in her? And why could she still not stop crying??!

When you entered the break room after Steve had somewhat explained the front, your heart broke as you saw your Robin. Sitting there on a stool, looking so small, as she looked up at you with a tear streaked face, pant leg lifted and a bandaid on her knee. “Hey! Hey sweet girl. What happened?” You asked, walking towards her.

Robin looked up at you sadly, eyes blurry from her tears, feeling like her shaky lip was about to form a pout. And all she wanted to do was reach her arms up for you.

But she didn’t need to. Because you swooped straight down to her level, enveloping her in a big hug. Robin cried more into your shoulder as you did so. Not loudly, but knowing she was letting drool and tears onto your jacket and still clinging to you anyway. Little hiccups leaving her as you pulled gently away, rubbing her leg up and down above her sore knee. “Hey sweetheart, you’re okay. What happened?”

Robin took some shaky breaths, still clinging onto your jacket as you held her arms, her voice a little shaky too. “Th- the chocolates.”

“Were they for me?” You asked, with a sweet and surprised smile.

Robin nodded. Wanting to bemoan ‘I ruined it’, but finding herself unable to with that smile you were giving her.

“Oh Robbie, that’s so sweet! Thank you honey.” You hugged around Robin’s neck, swaying her a little, with your cheek pressed to hers. And Robin couldn’t help but close her eyes, and take a breath, clinging onto your arms that were wrapped so lovingly around her neck, and just letting you sway her.

“It’s okay, thank you for the gift anyway sweetie, I saw it. That was so sweet. They looked nice.” You spoke warmly.

Robin nodded, sniffing as she clenched her hands back and forth over the arms of your jacket. She was about to say, that she just wanted everything to be perfect, to prove to you, but she was cut off by you talking first.

“I don’t think I need that much more sweetness though, do I honey?” You grinned wide, before leaning up and giving Robin a big kiss to her cheek.

It made her giggle, actually giggle. Even though it was sappy. But she knew that was the point. You were trying to make her laugh.

But as Robin’s giggles died down, you gave a tilt of your head with a small shrug, saying a causal “Also” before pulling out from your bag, the exact same box of chocolates.

“Holy shit.” Robin laughed in a breath, still sounding a little congested. You wiped her tears softly with the back of your hand. “Yeah. Seems like we have a lot more in common than we thought. And we haven’t even started the date yet!” You smiled, and Robin smiled shyly but excitedly back, hiding her freckled face that was red for a different reason now. “So I think you’re doing a pretty good job so far.” You winked, and your hands dropped from Robin’s shoulders to her lap. Where Robin could pick them up into her own, and hold them.

Robin sniffed, most of her tears having stopped now at least, and you freed one hand to rub at her hurt leg again. “C’mon. Let’s clean up that pretty face, after Steve took my shining knight moment of helping your poor leg.” You smiled, taking Robin’s hand to help stand her up, and keeping a hold of it, as well as still looking at her, while you walked her over to the basin in the room.

Robin stammered out, finally able to make a joke “I might’ve bled out first, before you got here.”

You grinned at your date. “Well, did Steve get to do this?” You asked, getting on your knees in front of Robin, and kissing her sore knee.

Robin sucked her lips in with her smile as you did so, holding her hand out for you this time, to help you up. Something she felt so grateful for, to feel you holding back. “No.” She sniffed. “Bastard.”

You threw your head back at her joke, eyes shining on hers as you laughed with her hand still in yours. And Robin beamed with pride banging in her chest.

She finally relaxed as she let you wash her face up. Blowing her nose a little disgustingly, but you didn’t seem to care. You stroked back her hair that was sticking to her cheeks with the water, before giving a smiling pout, knowing her tears and your wet cloth had kinda messed with her look. “Oh your pretty make up. I know I worked hard today on mine too.”

You made Robin shy, looking to the trash can before binning her tissue, pivoting a little on her feet with a burning smile. How long had you been doing and redoing your make up? Were you freaking out about what to wear like she was? Just for your date with her?

“Guess I’ll have to freshen up your make up for you, huh sweetheart?” You took Robin’s face in your hands, wiping your thumbs on the glowing parts of her cheeks where tears had rolled before. Robin nodded at your grin, loving that you were holding her face. And knowing you were hinting at touching it more, by doing her make up for her. “Yeah,” Robin started, finally feeling the flirty part of her beat the anxious one, as her hand stroked the back of your own affectionately. “I think I still feel all lightheaded from the fall, so...”

You wanted to kiss Robin right now. You’d tell her that, later, after your first kiss. You’d tell her all the times you wanted to kiss her beautiful face. But instead, you held yourself back by nodding. Gently squeezing her warm cheeks once more, before tilting her head closer to you and kissing her other cheek this time. “Okay then. And you’ve still got to tell me where you’re taking me on our date! I’ve been so excited since yesterday!”

Robin’s eyes widened. Finally clear enough to see you again, and so wonderstruck grateful at what she saw. God, she couldn’t wait to kiss you!

#I’m sorry that the last two my poor girl’s been going through it emotionally 😭 at least she always gets a happy ending 😊❤️#also some of these asks that are defo fics I’m gonna treat as such title and gif wise etc in the future!#going back to chbage the last Robin one too #I think my definition will mostly be around if the whole piece is written like a fic which I think is like... yeah? lmfao #ALSO both my Robin things have involved candy in some way I just thought that was funny bc both fic titles now involve the word ‘sweet’ lmfa #Robin Buckley/reader #Robin Buckley fic #3.5k #Robin Buckley hurt/comfort #Robin Buckley fluff #Robin Buckley angst #Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley x reader #Steve Harrington #platonic stobin #wingman steve #stranger things #anon #ask #fic

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jubburb · 1 month ago

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SatoSuguᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Looking at the stars ✮

(Lives/afterlives)

From time to time, although not that often, Satoru and Suguru would go stargazing. They're too busy living out the best of their ( ), just being in each other's presence.

It's been far too long since they had this much peace, considering they were on opposing sides. But now, they finally have what they wanted, what they needed the most.

"It was lonely. You know that, right Suguru?"

"You gave me too much free will Satoru, of course I know. But I won't say I regretted my actions, knowing fully well it's too late."

He stated, looking at the stars.

"Don't blame yourself Satoru."

The time they spent talking, Gojo was looking at Geto, his eyes full of pain, regret, and guilt.

He turned to the sky, the comets and stars shimmering. The moon was especially pretty today.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Gojo smiles, knowing Suguru knew what he meant.

"It truly is beautiful.."

...

"Me too."

He finally looked at him in the eye.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.── .✦

✮⋆˙You can fill in the blanks with lives/afterlives. This is leaning towards more where they are already dead, living in the afterlife. But if you want to read it as if they are still alive, then go for it.

-Jღ

The ways in which you talk to me, "sugudu" have me wishing I were gone, "SAT OR OOO" - C's shenanigans..

#fluff #slightly sad #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #sugusato fluff #satosugu fluff #after life #jjk fluff #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto jjk #suguru jjk #gojo jjk #satoru jjk #fluff jjk #happy ending jjk (i think)#satosugu comfort #i know wanting them alive is like huge closure and coping for you but i think you should let them live out what they're souls wanted #please know that not everything will turn out what you wanted it to when gojo had a comeback #gege hates gojo so for gege to use satoru's body as a weapon again just really hits the pang in your heart #AT LEAST FOR ME OFCOURSE.#I know its for the plot but lowkey I read jjk so that i can cry #at this point the plot for me is just out of the question because i already read it like 4 times in the span of 2 weekends #mind you my weekend is only 2 days if not maybe 3 #and you guys dont know me but i am a FAST reader. but i still take in plot dw lmao #anyways im yapping see you guys later🙆

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televised-eyes · 8 months ago

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here’s a few of my current favorite fluffy fanfics of the ineffable husbands as requested by @goodomensduh !

Cosy Preening by canadiankazz

Aziraphale preens and massages Crowley's wings in their South Downs Cottage. That's it. :)

Familiaris Ground by inflappible

A tale of how two immortal beings accidentally resulted in the domestication of modern dogs.

Drinking Buddies and Diaries by dove_dove

“I read the books about you,” Muriel said matter-of-factly.

Crowley wasn’t following. “The books about me?”

“The letter books to Aziraphale’s friend Diary? You must know them. They must be an angel, but I don’t think I’ve ever met them before.”

Crowley coughed heavily. “You’ve read Aziraphale’s diary?”

#good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic recs #fluff #fluff adjacent at least #some dramatic elements but happy endings

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 3 months ago

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Time, mystical time (cutting me open, then healing me fine)

(Fluffly fic for Mikey's bday)

(Final tl HaruMai)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY, TODAY IS YOUR DAY FOR BEING A LIL SPOILED BRAT! (and lucky you, Haru is here to make it happen uwu)

And yes, I know for Haru bday I only gave him angst as a gift but since I can't compete with his worst bday in canon Mikey got fluff instead.

(link to ao3 in case someone wants to read it there)

Summary: Haruchiyo wasn’t the same person Mikey used to love — it was an objective fact that this was for the best.

(or Mikey being deeply in denial about his feelings for Haru)

Warnings: NONE! I swear it! Well, manga spoilers and a breave and not-graphic at all mention on some canon compliant violence from the final battle. Enjoy the fluff?

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

“Can I light a small fire at least?”

It was their first year of middle school and the day was definitely too windy for hiding on the rooftop. Haruchiyo dragged them here, complaining how exhausting it was having to avoid those “annoying airhead girls” who tried to give him chocolate. Mikey found it hilarious, especially because he knew none of those poor girls had a chance with his friend — he was undoubtedly gay. Still in the closet, but well, it was just a matter of time, right?

Mikey rolled his eyes at this, of course that was Baji’s answer to fight the cold. To be honest, he felt tempted to agree — he had a weak spot for seeing those little fangs peeking out from his friend's grin.

“Are you stupid? That would let them know we’re here! We’re supposed to be hiding, remember?”

“And that’s absolutely the only reason why we shouldn’t start a fire on school grounds, clearly.”

That earned him a dismissive shrug from Baji and a sheepish smile from Haruchiyo — untainted and perfect. He burst into laughter, damn it, they were so chaotic. How could he live so many years without them by his side?

“Boohoo, poor you, being chased by pretty girls who want to give you food”

“Not everyone thinks with their stomach, Keisuke.” Haruchiyo deadpanned as a comeback. “And you know I don’t like them.”

There was something in the inflection of his voice — and the intense look he gave to Baji — that made Mikey feel like he was missing something. Right on cue, Baji babbled incoherently about forgetting something and quickly disappeared.

“Weird.” He said nonchalantly. “Any idea of what the fuck was all that about?”

He turned towards his friend — more than ready to make fun of Baji together — but his smile dropped at the sight.

The sight of Haruchiyo blushing like crazy, staring at the floor and holding out a box of what looked like homemade chocolates.

“They’re filled with red bean jam!”

Oh.

“Ummm… Thanks?”

Mikey mumbled uncomfortably, accepting the gift. His friend put who knows how many hours into making them, it would be wrong to dismiss his effort — nothing to do with the fact the filling was his favorite, obviously.

He realized his mistake too late — when Haruchiyo finally looked up with eyes full of hope. Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen — not yet! He thought he had a few more years to think of a proper way to reject him, why was this idiot confessing so soon? They were still kids for Christ’s sake!

To be honest, it was probably his fault. Mikey spent the last four years making sure Haruchiyo knew he was one of his best friends, that he never felt left behind or an outsider. He gave him a safe place to run to when his family situation was too much — because unfortunately there were things that not even time leaping could fix — and talked with Shinichiro about it, hoping his big brother could give Takeomi a deserved slap on his wrist. He even begged Haruchiyo to be one of the Toman founders!

Okay, so apparently helping his friend to be more confident and have better self-esteem had some unexpected consequences — like the fact he had no reason to hide his feelings. Well, technically the amount of homophobia in Japan was a pretty good reason, but since when did Haruchiyo give a shit about social conventions?

“Mikey?”

A soft whisper brought him back from his thoughts. Fuck, he had to say something, he had to think of a way of rejecting him without breaking his heart — at least no more than was inevitable.

“Look, Haru… You know you’re one of my best friends, right? Nothing can change that —”

“You’re rejecting me.” There wasn’t any trace of accusation in his voice, just a sad resignation that squeezed Mikey’s heart. “It’s fine, I know you don’t love me back but it was worth trying it.”

Ouch, here was that word again.

“You don’t love me, this is just a silly crush. C’mon, don’t be so dramatic.”

He probably deserved the deadly glare Haruchiyo gave him. He was being an arse, treating his friend’s first love like it meant nothing. But it was just that, his first love, and sooner or later Haruchiyo will get over it — because this time his love wasn’t intertwined with trauma or twisted by grief.

“You’ll get over it, okay? Before you know, we’ll be laughing about this, you’ll see.”

“You don’t know that.”

Damn it, why did he have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't he understand that he deserved so much better than Mikey?

“You might be the prettiest boy in school, but you’re too damn pushy!” Mikey groaned with frustration. “I’m trying to save our friendship here, don’t you see it?”

Fuck, he went too far — he was aware of it even before seeing the pain that crossed Haruchiyo’s eyes.

“Haru… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He tried to reach for him — to offer him one of those hugs that always seemed to bring him comfort — but the other boy moved away, biting his lower lip and avoiding to look at Mikey. He really fucked up bigly this time, didn’t he? He had to fix it somehow.

“Okay, let’s make a deal.” Good, at least Haruchiyo was looking at him again. “If you still love me when we’re eighteen, ask me again. I promise I’ll take it seriously if you do it.”

“Deal!” The way Haruchiyo’s face lit up almost seemed like magic — completely mesmerizing.

Well, he made a weird face and lowered his voice saying the word ‘love’, but overall Mikey must have done a decent job. Or decent enough to have his friend jumping at him and accepting that wasted hug.

Mikey sighed with relief and didn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around Haruchiyo’s middle. The warmth of his body felt nice and comfortable — of course it did, they were outside at the end of February.

“...the prettiest…”

He didn’t caught Haruchiyo’s whisper, but he forgot about it the moment the other boy started playing with his hair. Sue him for enjoying being pampered, alright? They were friends, friends were affectionate with each other. This was totally fine.

Mikey groaned when his obnoxious alarm brought him back from dreamland. Why on Earth did he have to dream with this memory precisely today? Okay, probably because it was his eighteenth birthday — no, it was stupid and it didn’t make sense. No way Haruchiyo would still remember it, it was nothing more than a silly promise between kids that didn’t mean anything.

It wasn’t like Mikey was secretly wishing for him to keep his word — not at all. He had no reason for it, no romantic feelings for Haruchiyo to justify his greedy desire. That was a lie, and he knew it. He loved Haruchiyo — obviously he did — but it was in another timeline, this was only the echo from back then. It had to be.

Haruchiyo wasn’t the same person Mikey used to love — of course he wasn’t, he was free from all those traumatic memories, of having more than one timeline inside his brain. It was for the best, Mikey knew it.

That thing they had during Kanto Manji wasn’t healthy for anyone involved. Mikey was too selfish, too scared, unable to call it what it was. He had the guts to forbid Haruchiyo to say it too — always taking more and more, never asking why the other stayed just in case that would break the illusion. He should’ve asked — he should’ve cared more — instead of letting him carry all that pain alone.

And Haruchiyo? He was the opposite. Always giving more and more, erasing parts of himself in order to fit into what he thought Mikey wanted from him — in order to be by his king's side. Sinking into darkness, little by little, twisting his own morals to be able to bear with his crimes. Haruchiyo could be sweet and caring in the morning — always attentive to Mikey’s needs — brushing his hair while whispering soothing words to calm him from the latest nightmare. Only to later bash his little sister's head with a metal pipe, attempt vehicular manslaughter and actually murder someone from the same gang. All for Mikey, always for Mikey.

It was an objective fact that this was for the best.

He sighed and finally got out of bed, right on time to open the door of his room before his sister knocked on it. Her surprised face was totally worth it, but the way Emma hugged him and ruffled his hair was a thousand times better — another year he had all of his siblings by his side.

“Happy birthday sleepyhead.” She laughed freely, so beautifully alive. “Haruchiyo is already waiting for you.”

“Shit!”

Mikey pulled away from the hug and rushed towards the kitchen. Damn it, why did he have to be so punctual? Not like he could get really mad, especially when he entered the room and saw Haruchiyo’s face lit up once he spotted him.

“Happy birthday, Mikey!” He was about to grumble for the loud tone, when he got gently pushed into the chair and was greeted by a fresh cup of coffee.

“...morning.”

He took a long sip of his coffee, silently blessing Haruchiyo’s sixth sense to always know what he needed — that was one of the aspects in which he was the same. Mikey would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad, but at least this time he tried to also pay attention to his friend’s moods. He liked to think that he got to know him better, to read him better — even if he was fully aware part of the merit was due to Haruchiyo being more open in general.

For example, he could tell Haruchiyo was nervous by the way he kept fidgeting with his earrings. The mischievous glint in his eyes let Mikey know it was a good type of nerves — excitement probably.

“Where is Baji?” He asked absentmindedly, taking a big bite of his pancakes.

“He said something about feeding stray cats or whatever.”

It was a blatant lie, he could perfectly tell. They had the annual tradition that Haruchuyo and Baji were always the ones in charge of distracting Mikey during the day, while everyone else prepared his not-surprise birthday party. Maybe Baji was doing something related to it? Weird, but he knew his friend wouldn’t miss their day together without a good reason — so no need to overthink it.

In less than ten minutes, Mikey had gobbled down his breakfast — earning a judging face from Emma and an adorable chuckle from his friend. No, not adorable, what the fuck was wrong with him today? Luckily, he didn’t have the time to dwell on this thought before Haruchiyo dragged him towards their bikes.

“Where?” He was sure Haruchiyo had something planned.

“The cove.”

“Haru, you hate the beach, you’re always complaining how you end up with sand everywhere and how it makes you too sweaty.”

“That’s why we don’t go there for my birthday.” He deadpanned. “You love that place and I came prepared for the stupid sand, don’t worry.”

Mikey laughed at that — so that was why Haruchiyo brought a backpack. He should have known, his friend always thought ahead about those types of details. Another one of these things where Haruchiyo was the same, though he preferred when it was against the beach than rival gangs. It was still for Mikey, wasn’t it?

“Alright then.” He jumped on his babu and started the engine. “Don’t go too slow!”

The ride felt too short, even if it actually took them almost an hour to get there. It was worth it, the cove was almost empty — that was why Mikey loved this particular spot. Away from people, the sound of the waves lulled his mind while the salty smell of the sea breeze calmed his senses.

“Thanks, you were right about coming here.” He smiled happily towards Haruchiyo — who was already placing a blanket on the sand and wearing a ridiculously big straw hat to protect his delicate skin from the sunrays. His cheeks shouldn’t look so flushed with that on his head, same way he shouldn’t look so pretty with it either. Shit, what was this feeling?

“What else did you bring?” He asked, trying to distract himself from his totally platonic thoughts towards one of his best friends.

“Here.” Haruchiyo took out a couple of cans of soda and a tupperware full of…

“Taiyakis?” His eyes widened with surprise, opening the container as soon as he had it in his hands — they looked homemade. “Did you make them?”

“Obviously.”

No, it wasn’t that obvious — or maybe it was considering who he was talking to. He took a bite almost with reverence, still bewildered by Haruchiyo’s gesture.

“Damn, this tastes amazing!” He swallowed before talking again. “Are you sure you want to be a youtuber? You’d be a hell of a baker, Haru. Your sweets are always the best, I swear.”

“Nah, I only enjoy cooking when it’s for you.”

Mikey could feel his cheeks burning at these words — he knew it wasn’t because of the sun. He liked the idea that it was only for him, that this side of Haruchiyo belonged only to him. He liked it too damn much, that was the whole problem. Why did Haruchiyo keep throwing these statements out so casually? Did he really not notice how it became more difficult for Mikey to pretend he wasn’t head over heels for him or what?

Fuck.

He was about to start panicking when Haruchiyo talked with a smug tone, like he knew something Mikey didn’t.

“You know… they’re filled with red bean jam!”

“What did you just say?”

No, it couldn’t be. It had to be a coincidence — even if it was the exact same words and it felt absurd to specify that about taiyakis. He almost dropped the sweet when Haruchiyo brushed away a lock of Mikey’s hair — no way the gesture was casual when it felt that intimate and tender.

“Haru?” His voice sounded equally insecure and hopeful.

“We’re both eighteen now.” Mikey nodded at that, staring at him like an idiot. “Do I really need to say it again or did you finally believe it?”

He blinked in disbelief a few times — barely resisting the urge to pinch his own cheek. No way Haruchiyo actually waited years without any guarantee that his feelings would ever be requited.

“Again.” He whispered. “Please.”

“I love you, Mikey. It’s not a silly crush and it didn’t go away for almost a decade, so can —?”

Mikey didn’t let him finish — there was no need, they both knew. As usual, he had been too scared to admit it even to himself. Also as usual, Haruchiyo had been too stubborn to give up on his feelings.

So why should he waste another second before kissing those lips that he missed so fucking much? Judging by the way Haruchiyo wrapped his arms around him and brought him closer, the way his lips parted eagerly or that muffled moan he did within the kiss… He definitely agreed with Mikey.

There was no more room for doubts — it was about damn time.

#me writing🌻#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers fic #final timeline #fluff and comfort #sano manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo #harumai #mikey bday fic #baji is the best wingman ever your honor #i swear i wrote fluff and the world isn't ending (more than usual)#i love the idea of mikey being the one who years and remembers sue me #i can't torture the blorbo of my blorbo apparently #but tbh they deserved some wholesomeness too #from time to time at least

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