#at least when he pulls all nighters trying to get something to work hes not alone

[tedcicle]

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[killishin]

— ☆ push and pull.

pairing: dr. jack abbott x reader

category: hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers sort of.

content warnings: mental breakdown, mentions of death and casualties, not proofread at all.

a/n: the pitt is over and now there's a hole in my heart. literally sped through this after an all nighter so it might not be that good. but enjoy :)

wc: 3k

dividers by @enchanthings gifs by @ho-ii

life in the ER had always been draining, it took a lot. when you had first started, freshly minted, a med student, you remembered being fascinated. the wonder twinkling in your eyes. fast forward a decade and more, now you're sitting in the washroom stall with your head in your hands, trembling and shaking bad while trying to pull deep breaths. all that experience, thinking you're finally used to it all— it still takes a toll out of you. the deaths and losses were always going to chip away a part of you, and you buried the pain till you couldn't no more.

the oncoming casualties had ceased, things were getting back to normal slowly. you were on fire, taking on patients twice as fast, maintained such a neutral facade that even the sweet resident dr. king had to check in, head tilted in concern.

you smiled. even through the chaos you found comfort in that little moments.

talking of comforting moments, your mind wandered to him, jack. he's been the shoulder you lean on for years, the strength you needed. but as time flew by, years passing by like seconds, you had started withdrawing.

dependency made your body grow warm with shame, you felt like a burden. you were an attending for fucks sake, you shouldn't feel so.. weak still. so sensitive. you can't let your juniors see that, least of all him. he has his own battles to fight yet he drops it all for you, you hate that.

a slow puff of breath left your lips, agonisingly slow that it hurt your lungs for a moment. you steal your heart again, close the doors to your secrets, stitch back the deep scars on your heart close— not a tear out.

cus that's what you do, you shut yourself in, a cage to protect him. at least that's what you think.

and thats one thing you have in common with him, shutting the world out. too afraid, too scared, too careful.

"dana!"

she looked behind, hands paused on her hips as she rose a brow at jack. "can't find them hm?" she asked, like the all knowing mother hen she is.

jack sighs, eyes sweeping around, "i saw them in the south with whitaker and mel. now i can't find them." his eyes stop at the washroom door, dana's eyes follow. of course she knows you're in there, she has eyes everywhere.

"might have stepped out to take a breather, you know." dana answered nonchalantly, busying herself with a smirk pulling at her lips. years she has watched you both revolve around each other, yearning so bad yet all its led to is more suppressed feelings and yearning. the one pair of idiots her matchmaking skills don't work on, it oddly irritates her.

"right." jack sees right through it, sighing as he rolled his eyes. he's right here so why does she always hide? he rubs his face for a moment, running his hand through his hair before looking around. his eyes stop at mel.

perfect.

"dr. [L/N]?" your head perked up at mel's voice, immediately standing up, wiping and patting your cheeks to remove all evidence of a breakdown.

"yeah?" you called out, "im coming! you need something?" you checked your face in the camera, swelled and puffy eyes and lips. just perfect.

"uh— yeah? im so sorry to bother—"

you shove your phone in your pocket, barging out the stall with a forced smile, waving your hand dismissively. "no no its no problem." you are way too conscious about the slight tremors in your hands and lips to notice mel looking oddly awkward.

"what's up, dr. king?" you wiped your hands with the tissue as you walked out, making sure to look away from her to somehow hide your face. mel hesitated as you stepped out, looking at the man who made her do this.

"well— i actually-"

"oh dr. king!" jack materialized out of nowhere, a smile on his face and you stopped in your tracks, your smile falling as you looked between them. and now you noticed how hesitant and confused mel looked.

"your patient in south 17 is asking for you." he said urgently, ushering here in that direction while her mouth opens and closes multiple times in sheer confusion because that's mohan's patient? what is going on? yet she walks away, too tired to question her superiors who clearly have something going on.

he turns back to look at you, a shit eating grin met with a deadpanned stare. "can you stop bothering the juniors with your shenanigans?"

"only when you stop camping out in the washroom." he retorted and you huffed in annoyance, starting to march away from him, head down, totally not to hide the puffy eyes.

but he's fast. of course he is.

"you know it wouldn't hurt to talk-"

"oh no no you don't get to go there." you scoffed out a laugh as you leaned against the counter, eyeing the board while subtly shooting dana a 'help needed' stare.

"i wasn't the one bawling—"

"christ abbott." you breathe out a distressed whisper as you shot him a glare, "dana can you tell this old man to stop bothering me and my juniors?"

"hey they're mine too—" jack scoffed as he jerked back, feigning offense, causing dana to laugh.

"for once it won't hurt you to actually talk to him you know." dana said with a knowing smirk and you stared at her in disbelief. "wow. did not expect that from you."

dana simply shrugged, her smile widening and she tipped her head at jack as if telling him to take care of you. as if you need babysitting.

"lets step out. come on." he gently nudged your elbow but you pulled away, that immediately made his smile tighten.

"we can't. they might need us. they will." you replied stoicly as you pretended to spot someone.

"they aren't babies, sweetheart. they can handle themselves for a few minutes." he said, sounding a tad too firm with his sarcasm, which was a clear indication of his thinning patience.

"its never a few minutes with you." you accused with a scowl and he rose a brow at you, his lips pulling into a cheshire smile, as he gently turned you around by the shoulders.

"well then you better hurry up."

the air did do you some good, at least you felt less panicky. but his presence and worries of what this talk might lead to was enough to bring a different sort of panic. you legs had automatically started pacing around and you had to remind yourself to stay rooted.

"here. you need something in you." he held out a sandwich, staring at you with calculative eyes and yet they were now softened, lacking that edge that everyone sees while at work. you grumble something incoherent before taking the sandwich, eating quietly while he simply stares.

of course he has noticed how you have started to become closed off, reserved when things get a little too tight. hell its more than he does himself. he didn't say anything on it, choosing to simply wait it out— because poking at sensitive topics meant baring out his own heart. and that, he isn't yet comfortable with that. he's never been.

"i can literally hear your thoughts you know." you mumbled and he sighed, all pretense of mirth dropping from his face.

"did i do something?" he asked making your hands freeze midair and your brows crease, "or did something happen outside of work? you gotta tell me, sweetheart—"

"nothing happened, jack." you said pointedly, making your voice softened so he believes it but he only shakes his head.

"that's bullshit i know it is." his eyes had narrowed, his feet taking a step closer on its own, "you've been shutting me out. distancing yourself. and i don't know what i did to deserve that but i sure as hell can't let you do it anymore."

your teeth grinded against each other, lips pressing into a thin line as your brows furrowed with the glare. "you can't make me do anything jack. its my—

he scoffs out a petulant smile, giving you a challenging look, "i can. i have for years and it was for your well being. stop being so stubborn and dense."

he doesn't know why he is being so firm and harsh, that was not how it was supposed to go. all he wanted was to ease you back out from the shell you locked yourself in. but somehow he was irritated enough, or maybe he was unknowingly afraid. that you would pull back so much that one day he might just lose you.

yeah that thought scared the shit out of him.

"thats rich coming from you, jack." you snapped at him, tilting your head as you narrowed your eyes. "you wanna give me a lesson at opening up? seriously?" your taunts were sounding more vicious somehow.

"whats that supposed to mean?"

"oh you know what it means, don't play dumb." you scowled harshly, "you're the one who never told me anything. you're the only who pushed me away when you clearly needed help jack. so why the hell is it such a bother when im doing the same?"

lost in this little confrontation, both had stepped a little too close to call it 'normal between friends.'

"i never needed help."

"oh cut it out!" you rolled your eyes and he redirected your jaw with his finger, back to look at him. the mere contact made your heart stutter, blank you out for a moment.

"you always came to me. it wasn't so hard before so why is it now? don't you kid yourself in thinking that i didn't notice your swelled eyes. stop..." he released a sharp exhale, quelling the temper down, "stop bottling shit up. tell me. I'll listen. that's what friends are for."

and then it hit you. maybe its not just fear from being a burden, maybe hearing that term friends for so long while loving this man has finally tired you out.

your brows resolved as your lips pressed into a thin line, "we're just coworkers, jack. not friends."

he froze, his eyes widening for a fraction of moment. that hurt. this wasn't just withdrawing, she was pushing him away. drawing a line and it fucking hurt.

"that so?"

"yes it is."

he stepped back, and the lose of contact immediately made your heart seize with panic but you didn't show it. two doctors who were the epitome of control in the ER had spit out knives for words, all because they didn't know how to admit to the love they felt.

he started walking backwards, a humourless smile on his face that couldn't hide the hurt. "i'll be back when you finally stop acting like a little kid."

everyone noticed how things felt off between you both after that, avoiding each other's gaze, harmless banter turning to an almost argument with you glaring at him and him just smiling, all smug. but nobody pointed it out, too tired from everything.

it was time to go home, the night shift ones were ushering you all out constantly, not that anyone was complaining. it wasn't just the med students but everyone looked spent and fatigued. few had gathered in the spot at the park, like every other time, but it was quieter. you were thankful for the beer, the quiet of the night and the cold condensation of the can had calmed your nerves. smiling didn't hurt that bad now.

while everyone else talked jack looked at you, brow raised in a silent question. you sighed as you slowly shook your head, he really did mean that huh?

so you found a spot on another bench, out of the others eyes and earshot, you know how much princess loves to gossip. you can't fuel it more.

it was quiet at first, you slouched back and quietly took small gulps out the can while he simply stared at you.

"you kidding me?" he deadpanned, "right. go on, we have all night."

you groaned as you rubbed your face, head flopping back to rest while the can rested between your thighs. "i don't know what you want me to say, jack."

"maybe start with why you're pushing me away?" he gently urged yet the hint of amusement didn't leave his voice.

"i—" you gulped as you sat up, looking at the top of the can while idly fiddling with it, "i just— im not pushing you away. i just don't— god this is much harder than i thought it would be-"

you took a big swig before finally facing him, burying down the nerves, "i don't wanna be a burden- or seem weak, jack. i know you're gonna say it sounds stupid and I'll never be, all that crap— but it feels like it." you look down at his hands as your grip on the can tightens, "everytime i come crying to you like some little needy idiot, it chips away at my ego okay? it makes me feel that maybe i wasn't built for this."

"everyone needs to let out their emotions, not just you. you know that. and there's nothing wrong with that. talking about it helps" he argued back softly, resting a hand on yours.

you look up at him and smile, "that so? then why don't you ever do that?" you murmured softly yet the accusation stayed strong, and his hand stiffened on yours, "you barely ever come to me. how can you expect me to talk about it if you never do?"

"i have a therpist—"

"i see you on that rooftop—"

"now you're stalking me?" he huffed out in exasperation as he shook his head, withdrawing his hand.

closing and pushing. again. that fear slowly creeps its claws around his heart. too close. he looks back at you, at your softened eyes and his heart aches at how the time at the ER had wore you down. yet somehow you managed to look absolutely breathtaking. and he swears, he wished everyday, to do something, tell you everything he's been feeling for all these years. yet his throat constricts— he can't. he doesn't know how to. he yearns and wants, yet he's too scared to let anyone in. let them see the damaged pieces of him that he so effortlessly hides behind the cool facade.

"jack." you tug at his hand, encasing his in your own, "what are you so afraid of?" you gently murmur and he wonders when did things go from you to him.

"...you." he whispered out, looking back up in your eyes, his hand twitching in your grasp. to pull closer. "god it's always been you."

"you scare the crap out of me." his fingers intertwine with yours, and he pulled you towards him slowly, aware of how fast each of your hearts are racing, "and i mean both in good sense and bad. have you seen you when you go all out on gloria? " you stifle a laugh as you shake your head and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, making you snuggle to his side.

"be serious jack." you chuckled softly as you playfully nudged his side.

"but you do. you scare me." he whispers as he rests his head against your temple, "im afraid that I'll lose you like the every good thing in my life. maybe to death or because of myself."

your heart stuttered at that, and warmed. you both were encroaching on that territory you both willfully avoided, and now a part of you wonders why. its scary, but at the same time it fills you with an ache so intense. an ache just to have him.

"I've fucked up a lot of things. you, are the one thing i can't even think to risk it." he whispered in your ear, raising his other hand to brush off a strand of your hair, "you're— fuck- you're everything to me. and I'll be damned if i lose you."

"you know you won't." you assure softly, your eyes dropping to his lips as you smile while holding his hand that caressed your jaw, "i know you won't. you can't."

" 'sides, im too used to your bullshit." you quip with a scrunch of your nose and he huffs out a laugh, "be serious, sweetheart."

"i am, jack. i know you, like the back of my hand and you know me. we may have our asshole moments but god even then you're the only one who gets me." you added as your smile widened, and your breath catches in your throat when you catch him staring at your lips.

"we've spent... way too much time avoiding... this." you whisper, nervously gulping down and he smirks, "wasted you mean." he corrected pointedly.

"semantics. you're saying like its my fault though." you murmured teasingly and he shrugged, withdrawing his hand to hold your jaw.

"more you than me." he deliberately riled you up, his lips twitching in amusement as you actually got defensive. "hey that is not true—"

"too much talking." he cuts you off before pressing his lips to yours, tilting his head as he pulled you closer. it started slow and steady, to calm the wild beats of their heart. it felt better than the fireworks, like finally achieving something your soul waited for years.

his hand pulled back to cradle the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist, and slowly the kiss got urgent. wanting and needing. years of waiting, desperate to get quelled. his kisses turned more intense, harsher as he nibbled at your bottom lip, smirking against your lips when you let out an inaudible gasp and he slipped in his tongue.

after a few seconds you pulled away, and he chased it with a few pecks. his eyes lingered at your swollen lips, kind of proud at that. you saw that, that smug bastard.

"i don't talk that much."

"doing it again, honey."

it won't be that easy to open up to each other, it'd take time, trial and error— give space and wait. it'd take a lot of time and effort but its okay, its okay when you know they'll stay.

reblog is much appreciated!

[hy6erion]

Hii! I know I just send in an another request but this idea also popped into my mind and I feel like you could write it quite well so I didn't want to send it to someone else.

Viktor×reader, where readers way of expressing their love and care is by taking care of people and trying to help as much as possible to make life easier for everyone they care about (opening doors, making food, helping a friend study, all the small and big things). I think viktor would struggle to accept that reader cares for him and isn't just babying him. Him slowly realising that he can ask for help not only when it's absolutely necessary but also just when he wants help because it would be easier. But then also getting stuck with the feeling of the reader being so caring for everyone. Love confession or something? Idk

Sorry for sending two requests in a row, take your time please.

~🍒

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 - 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩- 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

⇢ 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (╥╯^╰╥)

Viktor was used to doing things alone. It wasn’t a matter of pride—at least, not entirely. It was habit. Necessity. He had learned early on that asking for help often led to disappointment, so he learned to manage on his own. He had learned to be independent, to push forward no matter the difficulty, to adjust his grip on his cane and keep moving even when his leg ached and the weight of exhaustion pressed against his skull.

That was why he struggled with you. Because you—without hesitation, without expectation—made his life easier.

It started small, things he could brush off. You holding open doors when you walked ahead of him, waiting just long enough so he wouldn’t have to catch the handle himself. You adjusting his chair in the lab before he sat down, subtle, like you hadn’t even thought about it. You bringing him tea when you got your own, setting it down beside him without a word.

But it wasn’t just him.

You did it for everyone. Helping Jayce reorganize his disaster of a desk when you noticed him getting frustrated. Bringing Claggor coffee when he was pulling an all-nighter. Tutoring some first-years when you saw them struggling with equations you could solve in seconds.

You were thoughtful in a way that seemed effortless, as if your care for others was woven into your very being.

And it unsettled him. Because the more he noticed it, the harder it became to ignore.

He had spent years learning to work through pain, through difficulty, through exhaustion. He only ever asked for help when there was no other option. And yet, with you, help was simply given—before he could even think to ask.

And worse than that, you didn’t just do it because of his leg, or because you pitied him. You did it because you cared.

That realization was the most difficult thing of all.

The lab was quiet save for the occasional scratch of pen on paper and the rhythmic tap of Viktor’s cane against the floor as he moved back and forth between his desk and the chalkboard. He was immersed in his work, half-formed calculations filling the margins of his notebook.

Until—

“Viktor.” Your voice, warm and familiar, pulled him from his thoughts. He looked up just as you placed a plate of food beside him.

He frowned. “I didn’t ask for—”

“I know.” You shrugged. “But you haven’t eaten all day, and I was making something for myself anyway. Figured you’d appreciate not starving.”

Viktor’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” you repeated easily. “But I wanted to.”

That should have been the end of it. You turned to leave, already heading back to your own work, but Viktor’s grip tightened around his pen.

“…You do this for everyone.”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder. “What?”

“This,” he gestured vaguely at the plate, at the general atmosphere of you. “You help everyone. You—” He exhaled sharply, frustration edging his voice. “You don’t have to keep looking after me.”

You blinked, head tilting slightly. “I don’t have to. I want to.”

Viktor shook his head. “You should not waste your time worrying about me. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” you said, more firmly this time. You took a step closer, crossing your arms. “But just because you can do something alone doesn’t mean you have to.”

Viktor opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to respond to that. He had spent so long believing he was only allowed help when it was absolutely necessary. When he physically could not continue without it.

But you—you were offering it simply because you cared.

And he didn’t know what to do with that.

It took time.

At first, he tried to resist. If he needed something from a high shelf, he would stretch for it. If his leg ached after hours of standing, he would grit his teeth and bear it. If his hands trembled from exhaustion, he would steady them himself.

But you were there.

Not pushing, not forcing—just there. And it became harder to ignore the fact that things were simply easier when he let you help.

The first time he asked for something—really asked, not because he had no other choice but because he wanted to—it was almost painful.

“Could you… hand me that book?”

You didn’t comment on the hesitation in his voice, didn’t make a big deal of it. You just passed him the book and went back to your work, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

And maybe, for you, it was.

So he tried.

He let you carry an extra cup of tea back to the table when he saw you holding two. He let you adjust the strap of his bag when it had slipped. He let you—just once—walk beside him at his pace without feeling the need to keep up.

And then one day, without thinking, he said, “Could you help me with this equation?”

And you did. No hesitation. No expectation. Just a simple, of course.

And he realized—he liked it.

He liked knowing that there was someone who cared enough to notice when he needed something. He liked the ease of it, the weight lifting from his shoulders.

But then— Then he caught himself watching you help others. Not just him. Everyone.

He told himself it didn’t matter. That it was simply who you were.

But the next time you reached out to help Jayce with something, something hot and tight twisted in his chest.

“Do you—” He hesitated, words feeling foreign in his mouth. “Do you care for everyone the way you care for me?”

You looked at him then, truly looked, as if you were searching for something beneath his carefully neutral expression.

“No.” Your voice was quiet, but certain.

His breath caught.

You took a step closer. “I care about a lot of people. But you—” A small, almost nervous smile played at your lips. “You are different.”

Viktor swallowed. He had spent so long avoiding the truth that it almost knocked the air from his lungs.

You cared for him. Not because you pitied him. Not because you saw him as weak.

But because you wanted to.

Because you loved him.

And suddenly, he was laughing—soft, breathless, incredulous.

Because maybe—just maybe—he loved you too.

[motthe]

there's no death here | robert "bob" reynolds [part 3.5]

ཐིཋྀ: this isn't what i want to be part 4 so we're gonna call it an in-between to save my sanity and give ya'll something to read at the cost of my roman numeral aesthetic (rip she'll be missed).

warnings: dialogue heavy, absolute fluff, hints of jealousy, tiny bit of angst for days loong since past.

masterlist| ao3

There are three floors dedicated to housing the New Avengers. The original setup hadn't been changed: two rooms, full bathrooms attached, and a shared living/dining room with a full kitchen. Being the gentleman, Bucky offered his room to you for the remainder of the morning. He refused to leave you on a half-finished floor or the couch of the shared meeting space. He was also an hour out from his alarm going off. Getting back to sleep wasn't in the cards for the super soldier.

In the elevator, he explained he lived on the same level as Walker. Yelena was floored with Bob and Ava with Alexei. When you asked how that had come around, he gave a bone tired sigh.

“Ava would kill Walker in his sleep,” he said, point-blank. “Walker would kill Alexei with how loud he snores—this was the only option.”

“Guess Yelena wasn't budging?” you chuckled. Then again, you understood if she’d wanted as much space from her dad as possible.

“She's closest with Bob. Just made sense.” He opened his door for you, giving you the grand tour with a single arm wave. The room was spotless, everything having a dedicated place. Likely old army habits. “She pulls him out of his head. The rest of us are distractions at best.”

“Hey,” you murmured, nudging his shoulder with yours, “he cares about all of you so much. You're family.”

“Some family,” he scoffed, but there was a lift to the corner of his mouth. “Certainly warmed up to you fast.”

“Easy to get attached when you're in and out of each other's head. You saw how I was with Nat and Wanda.”

Bucky's lips flat-lined. Paired with a criminal side-eye, you shook your head and schooled your expression.

“Don't.” You turned to his bed, ripping off the comforter and climbing in. “I promised to help him. He's had enough trauma bonds to last a lifetime.”

“Its not a crime to get close to him, kid,” he grumbled, sighing when you gave your final look of warning. “All right. Just washed the sheets yesterday, but looks like you don’t care—” you grunted, burrowing into the bed—“yeah, figured. Get some sleep. You're welcome to anything.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, settling into his large and expensive mattress. “Night, Bucky.”

“Good morning.”

He closed the door on you rolling your eyes, the lights automatically dimming. The soft whir of electricity kept the lingering silence at bay. Between the light smell of his cologne and the original layout, there was an old sense of comfort being here but a strange uncanniness to it all, too.

Everything always changes.

You were exhausted, but your eyes remained wide open. Laying there facing the ceiling to floor windows, you watched the first streaks of sunlight peek through with slow breaths. The blue hour steadily brightened to gold. That never changed, at least, even after countless all-nighters for work.

Maybe I should’ve just stayed up like Bucky and done something useful. The lingering aches in your neck and back detested the train of thought.

A brush against your mind had you tensing and cursing at the muscle cramp before you recognized Bob's energy. Rubbing your neck, you allowed your shield to soften but not enough to provide him full entry.

You okay? you asked.

“I'm fine. I just… You're hurting. Are you okay?”

You frowned, shifting the covers over the bottom half of your face. That's weird. You shouldn't have been able to read my thoughts.

“It's not—I wasn't trying to. I mean I couldn't hear you, but I could feel you, you know?”

You had empath abilities, so it wouldn't be insane to think Bob shared the talent with his phrenic powers. That and maybe you didn't have the tightest security on your mind. It had been a long night. What do I feel like then?

“Physically? Like me reading with my head down all day.”

And emotionally? You quizzed just because you were curious.

“Maybe…despondent?”

You huffed, already well aware where that word had come from. Dr. Arlington brought out the emotion chart, huh?

“I didn't realize how many flavors of sad there were.”

Flavors? you laughed.

“It sounded better than ‘types’ but I immediately regret everything.”

You giggled into your pillow, finally letting your eyes drift shut. Thanks. I feel better.

“I'm sorry I ruined your night.”

You didn't. It wasn't your fault.

“I can tell it was bad. Yelena was looking at me differently.”

I don't want you to worry about it.

“I don't remember what happened,” he said, surly with himself. “Worrying is all I can do.”

I'll clue you in, you promised, just not right now. I'm tired.

“Me too. My brain just won't shut up.” There was a pause where both of your psyches drifted, his nudging yours before pulling back. “Sorry. How do you keep yourself in one place?” You threw a mental shrug his way and felt his awe at understanding it. “We can emote in here?”

You were too exhausted to laugh. Smiling hurt, but you did it without a second thought. So much we can do. Probably. Wanda and I would watch movies from memory and play simple games sometimes. Good practice but she skipped a lot of scenes sometimes.

“Wanda?”

Scarlet Witch? You were surprised to sense he hadn’t heard of her. She was a part of the Avengers for a while.

“I've lost a lot of time over the years. Never really kept up with news or social media.” The image of books and libraries flashed by. A kind old librarian signing off on a library card and telling him not to worry about the address. “I read about them a bit before I was…this. Maybe I should study up since I apparently have an amalgamation of their powers.”

Hmm. Good idea. You also were inspired for your next lesson with him.

“You mean today?”

Another shrug, weaker this time. You barely felt him brush over you, another accident like bumping into your friend on the sidewalk. There was warmth, bashfulness, an understanding. Something you couldn't quite pinpoint passing through in your fading awareness.

“I'll let you sleep.”

Mmm. Night, Bob.

A hand squeeze, scratchy fingers pushing back your hair or fixing the blankets closer. All those things wrapped into one as you drifted away from him, but they were so easy to lose and forget.

“Sweet dreams.”

It echoed into sleep.

Bob had never been much of a cook for many reasons but left to his own devices while the team was out, he thought it would be something worth learning, especially after Alexei's rule at the Watchtower after their second week living together.

“We eat dinner as team. As family.”

Bucky agreed to it, the actual leader on paper, but he had added to the rule: every floor divided up the work. Tonight was Ava and Alexei's turn and if the team knew anything, it was to come to those dinners with low expectations. But, since then, he had gotten a small talent for simple recipes, and being able to provide something—anything for the people who took him in when no one else would…

Well, it made him feel a bit better about himself. He couldn’t help them on missions, not as he was, so this was the next best option.

Yelena walked into the shared kitchen with all the swagger of a deadly assassin, footsteps always soft but never quite enough that Bob’s super hearing didn’t pick it up unless he was too deep in his head. “Smells good in here.”

“I made extra,” he called back, smiling to himself. She always ate whatever he made, even the more ungodly versions in the past. She also had amazing timing, never far when he started cooking. She was also a snacker and made it a habit to check he was eating during his lower days. It was easier with someone else around to remind him.

“Breakfast?” she said it in a teasing tone as it was technically lunch time, but Bob had been in the mood for morning-associated foods after everything hours ago. Also, his bread was going stale, and he knew how to remedy that.

Yelena stepped up beside him, thanking him as he pointed out the plates on the counter. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Not really. I tried,” he sighed, scared of worrying her, “but it was driving me crazy just laying there.”

Yelena gasped softly, ducking into his vision and pointing. “Is that French toast? We’re fancy now?”

He shrugged, smiling into his shoulder and keeping an eye on the bacon in the mini oven.

“Lots of food here,” she noted, filling her plate.

“I was gonna ask the others, too.”

“And maybe a certain guest?”

He glared at her but there was no real anger behind it. The timer went off, interrupting her bouncing eyebrows. He grabbed the cooking glove and set the hot pan over the back of the stove top to cool, meat sizzling and crunchy—just how she liked it.

“Felt like it's the least I could do,” he murmured.

Yelena made a noise in the back of her throat as she took her first bite of French toast, leaning back against the counter to keep him company. The eggs got cold fast, so he was making them now. “With how good this tastes, she might marry you.”

He rolled his eyes, moving the slices of bacon onto a paper towel plate when there was time between scrambling the yolks. “You want some eggs, too?” Yelena thrusted her plate out, mouth full and two slices of bread half-eaten. “You forgot the syrup,” he pointed out.

She shook her head, garbling out, “Powder sugar’s sweet enough.”

“That’s like, the whole point of French toast. No one eats it without syrup.”

“Well, I do. Meh,” she grumbled, her side bumping his as they passed smiles.

By the time he was munching on his own breakfast-for-lunch, Yelena was wishing him a good day and heading out. Dressed in athletic pants and a tank, he assumed she would be training. The home gym wasn’t quite finished yet, but Valentine had found them a place nearby with some sponsorship or something. He hadn’t gone yet despite the multiple invites, but his crazy body didn’t seem to be softening up with the lack of exercise. Yelena cursed him for that.

“Oh,” she paused in his doorway, turning to look at him, “she stayed in Bucky's room I think.”

He choked on his orange juice.

“I didn't mean it like that,” she said, stern and expression wholly unimpressed.

“I-I mean, they're close,” he coughed, grabbing a paper towel and wincing as the movement sent his fork off his plate and onto the counter. Everything was so loud these days. “Shouldn't be that surprising.”

“If he liked her, I would know.” She tapped her temple. “I sense these things. You have no competition, Bob.”

“That's not what I was saying,” he complained, refusing to look at her, but the noise she made proved she wasn’t leaving until he did.

She just pointed at him when he turned, Cheshire cat grin bright. “Be good. Be back in a couple hours.”

Rubbing at his eye as it twitched, Bob sighed and leaned back against the counter. He glanced at the mess he’d made from cooking—already tired at the thought of cleaning—and then the ceiling. He swallowed because Bucky's room was above his. That made sense from how close he had sensed you last night.

You'd been different that time around, less casual-acquaintance-that-knew-far-too-much-about-him and more... More like a friend. Those moments had been popping up more, but last night you'd felt so comfortable around him in that space. You'd been easing off every few seconds but still trying to be attentive, caring. It made his heart ache--a fondness so deep it truly did physically hurt.

He felt trusted. Like maybe you really weren't afraid of what he could become with one wrong step.

Closing his eyes, he reached out for your subtle presence, always small until you opened up. How you kept such a solid shield up even in your sleep was awe-inspiring. Would he be able to do that?

Just as he moved a bit closer, wondering if he should attempt to rouse you so the food wouldn’t get too cold, you rippled, and he panicked. Before he could withdraw, you were meeting him halfway, groggy and confused.

“What time is it?”

He could hear the sleep in your voice even here in this in-between. Uh, just passed noon, I think?

The shock of that revelation passed through. “I can't believe I slept that long. Shit.”

I made food. If you're hungry. You don't have to eat it.

Amusement had him ducking into his shoulders. You weren't even in the room, and he felt like hiding in embarrassment.

“I'd love some. What floor are you on?”

You're still in your pajamas when you walk off the elevator, hair a tad messier and wearing a plain grey sweatshirt that he didn’t remember seeing last night. It didn't fit at all.

He swallowed and passed you a tight smile.

“Walking around in my pajamas here feels like a walk of shame,” you murmured, and he chuckled, hands shaking a bit as he twiddled his fingers in front of him. “Should've grabbed my go bag from the car.”

His eyes perked up, a few steps taken towards the elevator. “Do you want me to grab it?”

“No, food first, please.” You grabbed your stomach, eyes beseeching. “I’ll apologize for my lowly attire after.”

“I’m still in my pajamas,” he huffed. The feeling of your eyes skating over him made him want to shrivel up and die.

“But you look so cozy and nice, still,” you complained.

He shook his head and nodded towards the dining table, big enough for the entire team and daunting with only two of you nearby. “I’ll, uh, fix you a plate.”

“Thank you.” And the way you said it as well as the way you looked at him when you said it—he wasn’t sure how to explain it, but it didn’t pass through or feel half-meant.

Everything you said always felt whole, and he wanted every word.

“Yeah,” he choked out, “of course.”

[sigh-tofm]

if you’re a student… (some 18+)

… price

- keeps you company. he is well established and then some, and the stuff you study is way to advanced for any schooling he ever had, so he settles for helping you in other ways. if you study full time, you want for nothing. he makes sure your billing account is always topped up so you don’t have to work and gets all the shopping done for you. during your study sessions he’s nearby with the newspapers or a half-done report, making sure to keep both of your coffee mugs full. the night before big exams he gives you a massage and cooks a hearty meal to set you up for success.

- it’s not a secret that he finds you incredibly hot when you don your reading glasses and messy hair, no makeup on, and the fantasy of an old man like him having a darling little college student in his bed secretly drives him mad. so when you need to destress after a long session, he’s there to help.

… kyle

- studies with you. he probably has a little side project on his own - of course, he’s already set in his career, but he takes a local class every other semester just for fun. subjects like art history or food science, perfect stuff for tidbits and party tricks. you are very busy with your own studies so whenever he has free time, he sits down next to you in the kitchen or on the sofa with his own textbook and dutifully highlights important passages, while you scribble notes in the margins of your own textbook. you pull all-nighters together before big exams and read each other’s flash cards. he’s memorised your takeout orders and makes sure to keep you both fed.

- you both thoroughly unwind after, of course. at a point you’re so mentally exhausted that you just need to let loose and not think for a while. kyle obliges when you not so subtly slide your foot up his calf under the table.

… johnny

- enables you. johnny can’t sit still for more than a minute without anything to do, and being his significant other you sadly are the victim of his excessive energy. some days it’s enough to put on an action movie in the sitting room while you hide out upstairs or send him over to kyle’s for whatever they do together. other days you need to sternly send him for a run that lasts at least three hours, knowing it will knock him out after, giving you a combined four or five undisturbed hours of study time. occasionally you throw one of your theses or problems at him to get him to focus on something other than you, and if it’s within his field of interest he will fall quiet next to you and end up writing two or three pages explaining his own reasoning, citations and all.

- will always try to coax you to leave your books and come join him in the bedroom or shower. always nags that restitution is as important as the work in itself and won’t listen when you tell him it doesn’t work that way with studying. sometimes sneaks in between your legs under the table and laps at you until mess up your handwriting.

… simon

- tutors you. whatever it is you study, simon will become an expert in it by the time you’re ready to graduate. he gets copies of your textbooks and reads and annotates the same chapters as you do. he listens in on your online lectures and makes his own notes. he does all this partly out of curiosity, but mostly to be of assistance to you. before tests and exams he quizzes you and makes short writing prompts for you, forcing you to think about your material in new ways. date nights often involve flash cards (which tends to become a hilarious exercise after a few glasses of wine). it’s so important to him that you reach your goals, that he will spend hours of his own time to be able to support you as much as possible, in every way he can.

- he has more patience and endurance than you, so when you after six hours of repetition and revising lean back in your seat and lightly run your fingers down his back, he lightly swats your hand away and reminds you of the problem you haven’t answered yet. but after a little convincing, even he can’t resist your gentle request for long.

[ninihousebears3000]

HR Department! reader X Alucard

A goodnight kiss.

Pulling an all-nighter causes you to hear strange things.

CW: No warnings!

It's quite late.

You had to agree with the voice in your head. Pulling overtime was necessary considering how your workload suddenly increased. Now you're bookkeeper another responsibility on your plate. Computerizing this ancient system that the organization was barely running on was your mission. But efficiency is your reputation and you wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that things were left in limbo.

Rest, work will be here tomorrow but you won't be here much longer if you keep going on like this.

Morbid but true. Maybe some coffee will give you clarity? After all your computer screen began looking less and less clear. You were certain it was working just fine a moment ago. Standing up you grab your favorite mug off your desk heading to your in-office coffee machine. Walter had refused to use k-cups opting to brew a fresh pot for you every day. But he would cut you off after two cups so for your third and fourth cups you used your K-cups from home.

You placed your mug on the machine instinctively reaching for the box of k-cups. Only to be met with empty space. "What the hell?" You had a full box where did it go? Checking in the cabinets, your bag, and drawers, not a single K-cup could be found. Even your coat pocket didn't have an emergency K-cup. "Perhaps there's some upstairs?" Thinking aloud was your tendency nowadays since this was your own private office. Although, a few more employees and an assistant would be very helpful. Being the head of the human resources department doesn't mean much if you're the only employee.

You thought to yourself as you left your office walking through the basement.

"An office near civilization would be nice."

You retorted walking past the many cells in the dungeon. You know Seras' room is near here. "I wonder what she's up to?" You appreciate her company she seems chipper than most considering her situation. At times you can tell she just wants another person to talk to. It does pain you that she pops in at the busiest of times. It's only been a few weeks since the Police Girl ‘joined’. You did try advocating for her to have a change of uniform and to be at least called by her real name. Those were still ongoing battles.

Then there was Alucard. You're still trying to get a one-on-one meeting about his workplace misconduct. It's difficult to arrange anything with him he has no email! An audible groaning sigh escaped you.

Your thoughts kept you entertained as you finally made it to the kitchen. Normally, there would be servants and other staff members but the only remaining people here were the residents and the perimeter guards. Of course, the ones in the surveillance room which felt weird to think about them watching you right now.

Of course, there was no leftover coffee left so you were having to pull off your lazy slacks and brew some yourself.

Coffee at this hour? Your sleep will surely be ruined. The sun rises in only a few hours. How about lemon ginger tea?

You took your mug and started rinsing out the old coffee stains. Possibly something else for a change?

When you were filling up your mug with cold water to get the last of the stains out. You jolted the mug towards your face splashing your face with cold water. The sensation still shocked you but woke you up for certain.

"My voice is deep but why is my thought voice that deep?" Was delirium setting in? Or was someone truly talking to you? You can see why Sir Penwood said this place can be maddening. Instead of coffee or tea, you opted for ice-cold orange juice and a leftover banana nut muffin. The sugar should help until you find a stopping point. Plus the leftover wetness on your shirt can help keep you awake. Seems like you would be spending the night Walter gave you a ride since your car was practically living in the shop at this point.

Almost three in the morning the voice in your head was right about it being very late. By the time you returned, you finished the muffin and chugged the juice as soon as you sat down. Just one more paragraph to type and you can call it a night.

You've had worse nights from your undergrad years!

Cracking your knuckles your nimble fingers went back to work.

Sugar can't stop sleep deprivation.

There it was again! You can ignore it! Fight on you're the head of the human resources department!

What's the harm?

Just close your eyes for a few minutes.

You never noticed how soothing the baritone voice was until now. An eye break couldn't hurt, right?

That's right little human. Just close those pretty eyes.

The computer screen was looking warped in ways you've never seen a screen do before. Your lids were heavier and you were leaning on your arms at this point.

"But I am not finished yet." Trying to fight this heavy exhaustion was increasingly difficult. Before you knew it your head was using your arms as a pillow and the desk was a bed.

Everything will be fine little human.

"I am six feet." Your eyes closed for the final time. The heat from the cardigan now placed on your shoulders reminded you of the blanket on your soft bed.

Shh, sleep little human.

Wait, your cardigan was on the back of your chair!

Now be a good little human and stay asleep.

Hot breath grazed your exposed neck along with a hissing noise. You reached for the pistol underneath your desk and fired a shot at the source of this strange body heat. To your surprise you found Hellsing's trump card sitting on the ground in the corner of your office. Thankfully, Walter gave you a pistol strangely you asked for a silencer.

"ALUCARD! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY WORKPLACE MISCONDUCT VIOLATIONS YOU STACKED UP!" Panting and filled with rage you kept your gun aimed at him.

"You know those blessed bullets do hurt." He was bleeding out of his left shoulder. Despite that, his face held an awful grin.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO DRINK MY BLOOD! AND YOU HAVE BEEN IN MY HEAD!" You never thought your first meeting with Alucard was going to be him nearly drinking your blood.

"Shh, you're louder than Police Girl." His nonchalant attitude was getting on your nerves. "Consider it a goodnight kiss little human." Alucard stood to his full height seeing how he still regarded you as little.

"We need to address some misconduct violations." Was this going to be your only chance to talk to him?

"I don't think your department applies to me." He began to walk past you. "Now if you'll excuse me the sun will be rising soon." But your reflexes were being kind to you. Opening your drawer you pulled out a thick binder and flipped to the middle of it pointing at a document.

"You and Seras Victoria fall into this category of employee." He leaned down to read it. His crimson eyes bounced up to yours and then to the book again. "Did you just call me a police dog?" A hint of irritation was in his tone.

"Therefore you must follow the same guidelines as every employee here." You were the head of the human resources department you weren't going to let this misconduct run rampant anymore!

"Please have a seat Alucard." Alucard narrowed his eyes at you and then smirked. "Alright then HR." He smirked while sitting down crossing his legs in the seat in front of your desk. While you grabbed your chair that was pushed across the room after his initial introduction.

You weren’t expecting him to give in judging from what Seras and Walter had told you. But you can’t rest knowing you had the chance.

"Now shall we begin with boundaries."

[babyleostuff]

SAYING SOMETHING THEY DIDN'T MEAN IN A FIGHT | VOCAL UNIT

𐙚  YOON JEONGHAN 

his pettiness and stubbornness would make every fight 100x worse, and no matter how many times he’d promise himself that he’d be more understanding and try to look at the situation from your point of view, he’d end up saying something he didn’t mean just to make you more annoyed, not realising how much his words hurt you.

you couldn’t look at him, not when he treated you like you were nothing, and didn’t seem remorseful even in the slightest. “i never thought i'd hear something like that from you,” you said, your voice filled with disappointment rather than anger. you wanted to yell at him, hit him, scream out how much his words hurt you, but you weren’t sure if he’d care even if you did all of that. 

jeonghan, on the other hand, felt like throwing up the second he heard the door close after you quickly left the house. he didn’t mean to be rude to you, he didn’t even realise that the fight you were having was a serious one - otherwise he’d never say something like that. his stomach twisted with agony as he recalled your broken expression and tears filling your eyes. “what have i done?’

it would take some time for things to get back as they were, for you to forgive him completely, but that wouldn’t discourage jeonghan. he would make sure to show you how much he cared about you and how sorry he was, through any action that he could - even if it meant he had to do something out of his comfort zone or something he usually wasn’t as fond of.

𐙚  HONG JOSHUA 

to make joshua say something he didn’t mean, especially to you, is like… nearly impossible. no matter what situation you’d be in, whether it’d be a small argument or a big fight (those were rare too), he’d always watch what he was saying, because he knew how quickly things could escalate and you both could end up hurt and upset by something that could be prevented. he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he said something mean you.

“darling, let’s just…,” joshua sighed, running his hand through his hair, pulling at them slightly. “let’s take a break ’kay?”

you hadn’t realised how angry you got at each other, when your little argument over your chores escalated to a proper fight that was so unnecessary, but because both of you were too tired to think clearly, neither of you did anything to stop it. 

until now. 

“yeah, i think that’s a good idea,” you nodded at your boyfriend, smiling at him weakly. fighting always took a toll on you, you hated being angry at each other, but at least joshua stopped the whole situation before any of you said something you didn’t mean. he cupped your face and pecked your forehead, before leaving you alone in your bedroom. 

some time later you emerged from the bedroom, your hair in a mess from your nap, just to be met with joshua standing behind the counter surrounded by what looked like all of your favourite dishes. “let’s eat, and then we’ll talk,” he smiled at you, reaching over the counter to intertwine his fingers with yours, before placing a peck on your palm.

𐙚  LEE JIHOON 

he is way too mature and composed to say something he doesn’t mind, but that being said, not every argument could be resolved easily and calmly. a lot of the times fights between you happened when you found him in his studio for the fifth night in a row, with your boyfriend looking like he hadn’t slept for a month. arguments about his well-being were always heated, and sometimes woozi didn’t think what he was saying and how it would affect you.

“i just care about you, is that so hard to understand?” 

you stood in the middle of jihoon’s studio, surrounded by endless pizza and take-out boxes, and empty cans of his favourite drinks laying everywhere. comeback seasons were always the worst and you knew he had to work, but that didn’t mean he had to pull an all-nighter for the fourth time that week.  

“and you being mean to me won’t make me any less worried, it just makes you look like an even bigger dick that doesn’t appreciate his partner being worried sick.”

you didn't say anything else, just put the food you brought him on his desk and left the studio, slamming the door behind you.

jihoon couldn't remember the last time he got more than an hour of sleep, and he knew that his messed up sleep schedule was a shitty excuse for how he treated you, but if he wasn’t so exhausted he’d never even think of the things he just said to you. his hands itched to grab your waist, and make you stay and beg for your forgiveness, but he was too ashamed to even look at you.  

that night, though, instead of returning to his apartment, he went straight to your place. he knew you were awake but he didn't want to dwell on your fight right now, so he just laid down next to you. jihoon thought he was going to cry with joy when he felt you move closer to him.

𐙚  LEE SEOKMIN

you’d quarrel and have like those everyday silly fights, arguing over who’s going to drink from the blue mug that morning, but that was the furthest a fight would go between you two, and if he ever said anything remotely mean or upsetting, he’d be begging on his knees for forgiveness in an instant, that’s not even up for discussion - that man cherishes you and your well being way too much to spend his time on fighting.

you looked at each other with horror upon hearing the words that just left your boyfriend's mouth. the day hasn’t really started yet, it was way too early for you to be up, but you wanted to make some food for seokmin before he went to work. one thing led to another, and now you ended up in a fight. 

“i did not just say that,” he whispered, his eyes wide.

“you did, seokmin,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. you weren’t sure how you were even supposed to feel now - never have you heard such mean words leave his mouth, ever, and the fact that the first time it happened, they were targeted at you?  

“baby, baby focus and listen to me,” seokmin said, his voice panicked, as he held your face in his hands. “i have no idea what had just happened, but i did not mean what i just said, i don’t know why i even thought of it.” 

“seokmin, you have to go, or you’ll be late for practi-,” 

“no, i’m not going anywhere before you forgive me,” he looked at you with big eyes, as he tried to figure out how you were feeling. 

you had no other way but to forgive him, or he’d be late and seugcheol would kill him if he found out why he was late. seokmin made sure to show you just how sorry he was by not letting you go for the next week, repeating how much he loved you until you had to tell him to shut up. 

𐙚  BOO SEUNGKWAN

another petty one that would be bad at controlling his anger during an argument. fighting with him would be a bit pointless, because he’d insist that he’s the only one that’s right, which could lead him to saying something he actually didn’t mean. even though seungkwan would feel so bad after, he wouldn’t stop you from leaving, he’d feel too ashamed to say anything in the moment, because how could he be so mean to someone who he loves so dearly?

“i…,” seungkwan stuttered, looking down, too ashamed to look at your face. 

“for someone who always has a lot to say you’re oddly quiet now,” you said, and even though he couldn’t see your face, the tone of your voice told him how angry and disappointed in him you were. 

seungkwan wanted to kick himself for being so goddamn stubborn - instead of taking a break like you proposed, he continued to argue with you, making the situation so much worse and ending up saying some horrible things. 

he opened and closed his mouth, but what was he even supposed to say? he didn’t want to make any excuses for himself, and there were no words that would express how sorry he was. “great job, seungkwan,” you said, before he heard the door slam shut, and he was left alone in your apartment. 

he didn’t even realise when he had started crying, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, but he didn’t want to feel sorry for himself, not when he just acted like a dick to the person he loves the most - the one and only he should always protect and make happy. 

seungkwan ended up falling asleep on the couch, he couldn’t sleep in your bed without you there, he knew he’d just start crying again. it’d take some time for you to forgive him completely, but you wouldn’t be too harsh on him seeing how emotionally exhausted he was, besides, you knew he didn’t truly mean what he said.

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[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Hello! Today's my birthday, and a lot of people actually forgot about it except for my family and some friends, but they were even just meh about it, so, if there's no problem, could I ask for a one shot of L, the reader as some coworker of his, and everybody else forgot about it except for L, and at the end of the day he does a little something? It's okay if you don't, thank you for reading:3, have a great day and take care 💗🐱

hi! Because you're so polite, and because it's you're birthday, I got this out extra fast! Have a happy rest of your birthday, Hope I'm not too late 😅

you sat in your spinny chair, next to L, in front of everyone else. Your fingers were tapping rhythmically on the table, waiting. You supposed you shouldn't hold your breath, you weren't particularly close with everyone...but, just in case, you wanted to jog their memory.

"So...is anyone doing anything after work? Any big plans, or...events...?"

Matsuda looks up at you, a tilt to his head, confused as to what you were on about. "Um, I'm not...you guys don't go out without me or anything, do you?"

The rest of the group reassures him, you included. "No, not at all, I was just curious, I guess."

Mogi chimes in. "We don't have much time to do anything anyway because, y'know..." he gestures to his computer.

"Right, right," you nod. You could feel all the blood rush to your face, and a jelly in your knees and hands. You keep your eyes on your lap, on your hands, anywhere but the others.

You could feel it, though. You could feel L's eyes, boring into the side of your face. You wouldn't acknowledge, he was probably wondering what the hell you were on about.

after a few minutes, when things returned to normal, you hummed to yourself...the birthday song. Not too loud, just...maybe someone would hear, and remember.

You thoroughly embarrassed yourself with that, it felt too attention-seeking. You didn't mind attention, of course, but it felt absolutely pitiful to try and make people think of you.

The day went on as usual, you almost forgot yourself, until you found yourself refilling your coffee in the kitchen. You planned to pull an all-nighter to accompany L, get some work done, and push the idea that everyone forgot about you to the side.

Light walked in, also for coffee, and just as you were about to leave, placed a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute, I almost forgot!"

You turned to him, putting on your best surprised face. "Oh? What is it?" You were giddy, at least one person-

"You're staying up tonight, right? I meant to ask if you'd do me the favor of refiling some of the victims, Misa wants to go on a date and you know how she gets when she's upset."

"Refiling? Oh, sure, yeah of course...I can...do that..." You smile, and he returns it.

"Thanks, you're a big help!"

And now you're alone, coffee in hand...disappointed in yourself. You get it. You're newish, not too close with the others. You didn't have a ton in common, and to be honest...they treated you differently. They'd all talk amongst themselves, smiling and laughing, but when you'd come by, someone, usually Matsuda, would say something along the lines of "guys, let's not talk about this in front of Miss (Y/n), she's a lady!"

You didn't want to be a part of conversations about other women, or whatever they think you're too sensitive for, but you wished they included you. It felt so ostracizing for everyone to go stiff when you came around, was there not one topic of conversation "safe" for you?

You shake your head, and check your phone. No texts. Not from your parents, not from your few friends...your work absorbed you, but surely they hadn't forgotten about your existence completely? They couldn't have.

You were close to tears.

With a firm shake of your head, you suck them back in, and march into the workroom. Suck it up, you had a job to do.

L, from his constant seat, watches as you stride in, all business. You look so sure of yourself as you sit down and get to work. He thumbs his lip, engrossed with you.

You can see him in your peripheral, but say nothing. He opens his mouth, just a little, but ultimately takes a breath and returns to his work as well.

Hours go by, people trickling out.

First Aizawa.

Then Matsuda.

Then Mogi.

Then, hours later, Light.

"Goodnight you guys, see you in the morning," he nods. You wave, and L nods back.

Then, to your surprise, L stands too.

"Wait, where are you going?"

He tilts his head at you, halfway twisted toward the door. "I have something to take care of. Are you alright with being here alone for a time?"

You nod slowly. Alone, working, on your birthday. Perfect.

He takes your pitiful affirmation as a true yes, and leaves you.

You don't know how long he's gone for. Maybe an hour, 30 minutes, who knows. The coffee isn't doing much, and on several occasions you nearly crash on your keyboard. For a second, you rest your chin in your hand, close your eyes...

And you're awoken by a tap on the shoulder. You startle, shooting upright. "Happy birthday," You drowsily exclaim, unaware of what's going on.

L settles in the chair beside you. Placed in front of you is a vanilla cupcake, frosted pink, sprinkled in sugar crystals, with a blue candle sticking out of the top. "Yes, Happy birthday," he confirms gently.

"What...?" You rub your eyes, still dazed.

"It is your birthday, isn't it? Yes...yes, it is," he confirms.

"I...you..."

"I wasn't sure if you enjoyed celebrating it, so forgive me for not speaking earlier. I don't enjoy celebrating my own birthday."

"This is for me...?"

"I don't know who else it would be for. Would you like to blow out the candle?" He pulls a lighter from his pocket, and switches it on, awaiting your answer.

You nod dumbly, and he lights the wick.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment.

"I'm...not a very good singer, I doubt you want to hear me attempt the song," he mumbles, assuming that's what you wanted.

And you burst into tears.

You don't know why, but you couldn't stop sobbing. It's just that you'd never expect someone like L to have so much compassion for you. Despite your better judgement, you bring him in for a hug, your arms rested on his shoulders, your forehead pressed against his collarbone.

He was less than prepared, sitting stupid as you bawl against him. An awkward hand lands on your back, a gentle pat that only agitates the flow of emotion.

"If the song is that important to you, then-"

"No, it's not- sorry, I just- sorry-" you were cut off every few minutes by the buckling of your lungs, irritatingly loud wails that only embarrassed you further.

Another pat.

You regain your bearings best you can, sit upright, and violently rub the tears off of your face with your sleeves. "Thank you, L, this means a lot, clearly."

"...you're welcome." He pokes the cupcake, prodding it in your direction. The wax was beginning to drip, bound to fall into the frosting.

You sniff, lean in, and blow out the flame. "Here, split it with me," you urge, setting the candle aside.

"No, I've had plenty of cake today," he denies.

You tear it in half anyway, as even as you can. "Are you sure? I don't mind, honest."

He eyes the fluffy cake, the thick frosting, the candy sprinkles. "...if you insist."

"I do." He takes the slightly smaller half from your hand, and you eat in silence for the better part of a minute.

Once you're done, and all the frosting is licked from your fingers, you stare at him. He stares back.

You're the first to break. "Why'd you do this for me?"

He examines your face, first your eyes, then your nose, then your lips. "Because...I would consider you a friend."

"You would?"

"I would."

"...why?"

He leans in, just a little closer. "I find myself contented by your presence. Why, I do not know. All I know is that I enjoy to be around you, and I dislike seeing you unhappy."

You felt the urge to cry again, but held firm. "That's very kind of you. I'd consider you my friend, too."

"No, you wouldn't," he murmurs.

You look to the empty plate. "Well...maybe not before, only because you're so closed off. But now that you've told me that, I think I will. Consider you a friend, I mean."

"I gathered that."

"...thank you, again, for this. It means the world, honestly."

"You're welcome," he repeats. "You should go and enjoy the last of your birthday. I don't think you find work as enthralling as I do."

A smile tugs at your lips as you shrug. "I don't have anything else to do. I'd rather spend it with my friend. Is that okay?"

He nods. "I'm not one to object to work in the office."

You laugh, and return to your keyboard. "Sorry for crying on you like that."

"It's alright."

"I don't imagine you've been cried on often."

"No, I haven't."

"Maybe I'm too emotional to do work like this."

"...no. I find your candor comforting."

[rabotimagines]

"Manic Episode" GN BOT! Reader + Red Alert, Skyfire, Starscream, Thundercracker

Summary: You're having a manic episode.

Warnings: Symptoms of mental illness? (Written by a mentally ill person)

Genere/Theme: Platonic

G1 characters: Red alert, Skyfire, Starscream, Thundercracker.

Notes: This is based on my own personal experience with my own manic episodes.

Pronouns: You, you, yours.

Red alert almost shorts a circuit when he walks into the cafeteria at three a.m., expecting it to be empty only to almost walk right into you. He yells a bit in shock then realizes it's you- but he's cautious- because why in Primus's name are you here now of all times? You bluntly end up snapping you were, in your own words, "glitched" and "having a manic episode." That's why you were there... apparently. Red alerts only up because his sensors were acting up, so he's, of course, suspicious of that fact. But you just nod and go back to your- whatever manic late night business and Red alert goes on his own business too. With a note to keep an optic out for you...

Eventually, you run into each other, or he even just sees you up enough times randomly late at night that Red Alerts processor starts registering it as normal. Also, the nights he happened to see up you late were the next days after he'd see you visibly exhausted. So the facts certainly line up at least. So he eventually accepts it as the plausible fact of what you're doing without alternative motives. At that point, he'll be asking you if you've seen anyone else up or if it's just you. Yeah, see, now he's using you to help satiate his own stress. With Red Alert is like mental illness + mental illness the way he's working you and making you look over shit for his own stress episodes. You both have your respective mental episodes, but at least you're doing it together in a crossover episode.

Red alert usually relieves whoevers on watch the nights he's up, and soon enough, he starts inviting you to help him keep watch because you know what's normal at night in the ark now. Depending on whose actually supposed to be on watch, they might just stick around and be the third to your mentally ill duo. (Bluestreak, Trailbreaker, or Inferno) regardless it's either you and him or whoever decides to be third person at four am talking about the cameras and anything else that catches someone's intrigue. (Inferno's usually the only one who'll stay until you both leave yourselves, though.) At least the manic nights weren't as empty, and you had fewer chances for the lows to catch up with you.

Prowl usually walks in seeing you both (or three) and is immediately telling you both hes comming Ratchet that you've both pulled an all-nighter. You're out the door before Red Alert is even out of his chair, but Red alerts not fair behind cursing and ducking under Prowls door wing on the way out.

-

Skyfire does late nights, too, but not to the unhealthy degree you will. He only sees you at night because of this, and he eventually sees you too much and gently asks if you have trouble sleeping. You end up bluntly admitting to being in the middle of a manic episode, and Skyfire suddenly understands why you seemed a touch more- eccentric. But Skyfire can't help trying to help you since he's used to helping in these scenarios. Starscream used to get episodes like this, so he's aware aware and has a few different plans in his proccessor.

Skyfire is he real one and the absolute best you'll get at the ark. He's also the only one at the ark who knows it's not just the highs but the lows, so he's got you fully covered. He'll ask if you need something to do and like he expects, you accept. So he has you do lower effort but still working tasks. Help him sort these datapads, help him review this for errors, help him move some of the equipment to Wheeljacks lab. Skyfire also knows how to get a manic episode to maybe settle so he coaxes you into sitting at his desk to share a cube and talk as a "break". Skyfire leans against his desk and talks with you nothing serious just to get you going. You eventually start slowly crashing having been forced to slow down. And Skyfire watches you wind down more and more. You close your optics where your leaned against his desk, but Skyfire keeps talking about nothing and everything. Very aware you could jolt back awake if you didn't enter recharge all the way yet.

Skyfire eventually pauses and waits for a response from you. Hearing none, Skyfire lets you recharge in peace and heads for recharge himself. For Starscream, it was rarely one day and done, so he knows you'll probably be the same the day after. So he comms Hoist to talk with you at least the morning after. Starscreams episodes weren't typically triggered randomly, so Skyfire can only imagine something has set you off.

-

Starscream is a fucking disastrous combo to also have a manic episode with. Especially when hes more than likely only awake because he's having his own manic episode. This is like somehow accidentally syncing your menstrual cycle with your high-school bully. You meet in the nemesis hallway in the dead of night and get into a verbal argument which quickly leads to a physical one. It either escalates till you exhaust each other or Soundwave or Primus forbid Megatron has to get out of recharge to break you up. But regardless it ends with you both bleeding energon, injured, and scuffed in the otherwise empty canteen. Your both sitting next to each other drinking energon. Which is either the best it could be or the worst it could be. It's either early enough in the next solar cycle the energon dispenser has refreshed itself. So the energons as clean as it would get. Or it's not late enough so your stuck drinking the energon equivalent of almost straight coffee grounds. But you both drink it regardless because your fuel tanks were empty.

Neither of you talk or even look at one another. You just drink your energon. And for the first time since Starscreams been trapped on this mud ball, he feels- some sort of peace. You wouldn't be able to torture that out of him, but it's something he recognizes, at least. So Starscream starts searching you out for stress relief when he can see the signs of your own manic episode peaking out. Which is you just beating the slag out of each other till you're exhausted enough to crash from your respective mania.

Eventually, he ends up commanding you to come with him and "Make your useless self busy!" Starscream is working you in his lab now when he's manic or you both are. This leads to you still verbally yelling at one another and only occasionally physically fighting. Surprisingly. But what? You don't know what the frag you're doing!? Dumbaft! You're copying his results from one datapad to another. Sort these slagging datapads! He'll make you his damn Turborat if need be.

Most manic nights now usually end with you crashed out on his laboratory floor. Starscream sees your unbothered uncreased recharge expression, and Starscream wants to kill you for it. Teach you a lesson in letting your guard down around a con, let alone him. But Starscream just scoffs every time and goes back to his other projects. He was too slagging tired to put in the effort right now anyway. Starscream usually passes out at his table when he crashes, and you're always gone by the time he comes back out of recharge anyway. He couldn't be bothered to track you down and properly put you down for it the next cycle, either.

-

Thundercracker almost hits you with his wing when he whips around hearing you up now of all times. You're by the wall, keeping busy with your hands with something, and you just barely give him a glance when you see him. You just arch an optical ridge and return to your task. And Thundercracker almost turns and leaves with you having seen him. They weren't exactly permitted for late night flights, but Thundercracker hadn't been caught- until you. But he's above you in ranking technically, so he just turns and continues his way to the flight exit of the nemesis. He sees you in the same spot when he comes back and prepares for you to squeal to someone. Soundwave, Starscream or heaven forbid Megatron.

So he waits the next couple of solar cycles, and you just- don't say anything. Thundercracker hasn't been reprimanded or punished. So now he's suspicious. What slag do you want from him? Thundercrackers bluntly asking you as much the next time you catch him going to the flight deck late. You just seemed to think for a moment and asked for something to do. To keep you busy. You couldn't recharge no matter what so you'd rather be busy then not. Which- was something. If you're a flyer Thundercracker just scoffed before dragging you out with him on his own late night flight- you wanted to do something he'd use you to help him run through flight practices. Which sucks, Thundercrackers still stand offish as ever regardless, but it's something to do with your energy.

If you're a grounder, he's stuck with his optic ridge furrowed in thought. Thundercracker eventually snaps out of it and tells you how you can't be demanding him for anything in the first place as a spark damned grounder and turns to continue to the flight deck. He only stops when you say, How if that's true he won't mind if you let slip you saw him to Soundwave. Thundercracker grits his denta and marches back to you. Fine, you want something to do?! He pulls a datapad out of his subspace and jabs it into your chassis and demands you sort every file in order by how important it was and clear out any files that were older than an earth month. With that, Thundercracker turns without looking at your expression and goes on his night flight.

He comes back and finds you waiting and already holding the datapad back out to him and demanding another task. So Thundercracker starts saving the bit of easy, busy paperwork he has for you to do. You end up arguing with each other every time, but slowly, the insults get less heated. Then, one night, Thundercrackers pissed as can be because Skywarp pranked Astrotrain, and Thundercracker was the one who suffered for it! Thundercracker snaps and starts ranting about Skywarp before he even takes you flying/gives you his datapad, and you just listen- and then you start actually talking to each other after that. And it's- very undecepticon, but Thundercracker starts liking it. And he eventually finds he actually likes it a lot. He likes talking with you now- Thundercracker likes spending time with you.

Thundercracker starts actually looking forward to your little late night flies and / or talks. He'll eventually take you for a non combative flight or let you review something a bit more important than his paperwork...

[mrs-kodzuken]

early christmas ⟢ rintarou s.

synopsis: you get an early christmas gift from your boyfriend and love it beyond no end, timeskip!suna x fem!reader, christmas time, fluff, short fic

“You've been on that thing forever, at this rate you’re likely to forget me soon.” Rin deadpanned, almost regretting buying that damned thing for you.

Almost.

He could see how happy it made you, especially now that when he got on the game with his friends, you weren’t completely lonely with your new switch lite.

Of course, Christmas was coming up but with being stuck in the house for days due to snow and not being able to make it to work, he knew the best solution for his dear girlfriend.

He watched carefully as you concentrated on digging perfect holes to place trees in, your face was definitely one to remember. He loved seeing your joy filled face as you explained the animal crossing terms to him, even though he'd probably forget half of them within the next hour.

"Uhh, nuh uh." you retorted, not even looking up at him from where he was standing. After Rintarou surprised you with an early Christmas present, even though the big day was less than a week away, you could not stop playing. It was like an excitement that was slowly becoming an addiction.

You took your nintendo lite with you everywhere, to the bathroom when taking long, relaxing baths, to the bar in the kitchen where you both eat breakfast.

And even so far as playing it in public during downtime if you both were able to leave the house. You loved every minute of your new game console, especially since it was in your favorite color too.

However, Suna had to draw some lines when you pulled an all-nighter playing your game because you 'just had to get something done'.

"I think it's mostly your fault though, you let me open it early, so." you trailed off, sticking your tongue out wherever you thought he was from your peripheral.

Your eyes stuck to your little character as she ran around the plaza trying to talk with every villager. You couldn’t help but to get so happy when you saw the Christmas decorations around your island. As well as hounding on your game for so long, day and night, you were able to make lots of progress.

You barely noticed that Suna sat down beside you on the king sized bed, his PS5 left on and if you really paid attention, you could hear his friends calling for him.

"Love, at least give me a kiss before you leave off into the island of Y/n." he joked, you tore your eyes away from the screen and started to feel bad in the way that you were ignoring your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Rinnie, I just really love the game, but I'll be sure to take breaks and spend actual quality time with you." you promised, saving and putting your game console away.

The relief basically melted off of Suna, now he finally understands the other side of the story when he used to not pay enough attention to you when gaming.

"Thanks, love." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, relishing in the fact that he could taste the leftover dark chocolate crumbs on your lips from when you snack as you play.

"You're such an angel, you know that right? My angel." he couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face when you laughed and rolled your eyes. You were such the purest sight ever to him, this is what he missed. Of course he loves when you have an enjoyable hobby but physical contact was so much better in his opinion.

"Want to ditch the games for the rest of the night and watch a Christmas movie with me?" you giggled into his black sweatshirt, it smelling of his fancy body wash that you gifted him as a 'just because' gift.

"Obviously, anything to spend more time with you love." he hopped up, turning off his own gaming console and sending a text to his group chat before lounging with you in bed.

After a small discussion on which streaming service, you both finally decided on Hulu to watch Elf.

As the movie played and the lights were dimmed in the bedroom, you got sentimental, watching Rintarou’s handsome features being lit up by the movie.

"You know, I'm really grateful for my gift. I love it." you said quietly, hiding your face even though you both have been together for almost four years now.

He squeezed you tighter to him, loving your small confession, his heart felt unbearably warm at the act.

"I'm glad love, only the best for you." he kissed your temple knowing that his small confession would ring true when he got the balls to get the ring box out of his sock drawer and pop the question.

But for now, he smiled and watched your reactions to the movie, wondering how he got so lucky. 

a/n: hihi! i've been obsessed with animal crossing lately, so sorry i've been inactive!! i hope you enjoy, and requests are open! <3

[starhvney]

HELLOOO STAR!! I'd like to order a drink please‼️‼️ 🌹🌹🌹

Can I get a coffee with whipped cream on top? For a snack, I'll take some blueberry turnover—something sweet and simple to go with the drink!

It's for my husband, Gene—he's been so busy all day, and I want to bring him something warm and comforting. Thank you!!

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, character is sick

𝐚/𝐧: HI ORIN!! :D ofc, what a yummy order! i hope this is good for you and your husband ^^

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“You are ridiculous.”

Gene rolls his eyes as you tuck the comforter around his body, making the world’s easiest prison to break out of. Sure, he could stubbornly break free and continue on with what he was doing before, but then he wouldn’t be subjected to your loving care any longer. And even if he gave you a hard time about it for shits and giggles, your gentle touch was what he craved most.

“I have things to do, you know,” Gene grumbles, his voice somehow ten times raspier than usual. Despite how attractive it was, it sounded painful. “I’m a busy, busy man.”

“Sorry you can’t do what you want right now, princess. Poor you, being taken care of by your loving partner.” You plop yourself next to him with a scoff, taking the thermometer from the bedside table.

“Who’re you callin’ princess?” he laughs, before groaning and bursting into poorly concealed coughs.

He grimaces, and you can imagine the sickly burn he must be feeling at the back of his throat. If he hadn’t pulled so many all-nighters and overworked himself so much trying to get his bar open, maybe he wouldn’t be so miserable like this, but he’d been neglecting his health for the sake of getting business done quickly. 

Trying to open a bar, getting the licenses needed, taking business classes at the community college, and working a job to fund his endeavors was a lot to take care of all at once. He didn’t complain about it, and you were proud of how hardworking he was. But, he’s made you lose sleep worrying about him lately, and his current attitude was only fueling your point that he needed rest. He’d traded out his addiction to cigarettes for an addiction to work, and it wasn’t any better for him.

“You. You are the princess,” you huff, and he rolls his eyes at you, his pretty lashes fluttering as he shakes his head. “You know, I do everything I can to support you. The least you can do is show your gratitude to me for taking care of your stubborn ass by listening.”

You’re only half serious, but you need to give him a hard time for the gray hairs he was no doubt causing to sprout from your head.

“I am showing my gratitude. By making sure I earn enough for you to live well,” he states matter-of-factly.

You sigh. “Well, excuse me, but I don’t think my husband running himself into his own grave is very gratuitous.”

He grins at the title, and it seems you’ve buttered him up enough to quit trying to escape from the sheets you’ve so tightly tucked him into. He always looked so proud when you bossed him around, and you were sure by now that he secretly enjoyed it. That was the only explanation for why he’d constantly poke at your buttons to continue fueling your playful banter.

You lift the thermometer to his lips, and like a stubborn child, he turns his head away, pressing his lips together. A groan of irritation leaves you, and you yank the takeout box you’d brought to him from the side table, giving him a threatening look.

“If you don’t obey me, I’ll take away this perfectly good takeout and replace it with bland canned soup,” you grit, using your other hand to turn his face towards you, squishing his cheeks between your fingers.

He gasps mockingly, his voice slurred as he speaks through puffed lips. “Oh? You’d starve your beloved husband of his favorite food? How cruel. And I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you. But you know what I also love?” You place a kiss against his clammy forehead. “You being healthy.”

He wheezes out another cough, looking at you in soft resignation as you let him go from your clutches. “…Fine. Fair enough, doll.”

“So you’ll shut up and do as you’re told?”

“Mhm… you know why?”

You sigh, unfolding the top of the takeout box, rolling your head to the side and staring at him unimpressed. Your stern bravado quickly melts at the lovesick look he gives back, his eyebrows turned up and lips quirked up in affection.

“Because I love you, too.”

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[maidflowery]

Pinky Promise

Jiaoqiu x Reader

You have a bad day and Jiaoqiu is there for you. But unbeknownst to you...

An extremely shitty day.

That was the only way to describe it.

Where absolutely nothing went right. When you thought it couldn't get worse, but it did.

But at least now by leaning against the table, faceplanting it, you could forget your anger, sorrow, frustration, even if just a moment.

How you wish you could just disappear.

Just then, you heard the door opening gently.

"You forgot to lock the front door again."

A smooth, silvery voice rang.

You didn't bother to look up. You already knew who that was. Besides, he had sent you a chat informing his visit beforehand.

Just then, you caught a whiff of a sweet-smelling fragrance...

...Chocolate?

You peeked through the gap in your arms.

True enough, the pink Foxian stood there, with a porcelain cup in his hand. He was your neighbor.

You found him buried in the snow, injured, but that was a story for another time. After you saved him, he moved in next door, and even gave you his key.

Ever since you learned how much of a good cook he was, you'd pester him to cook for you. As such, you didn't really mind that he invited himself into your room.

Jiaoqiu was smiling, but when he noticed your gaze, he leaned in slightly.

"Well, despite my advice, it seems that someone went ahead and pulled an all-nighter anyway."

His kind tone bore soft admonishment.

Your puffy red eyes must've been a dead giveaway. Yeah, you weren't only sad, but tired.

Under normal circumstances, you'd have countered it with, 'Whachu gonna do about it, Doc? Feed me chillies?'

By the way, he was actually a doctor. He'd often give you health advice, which sometimes went ignored.

"...There was an important presentation today." You could only muster a weak reply.

"You've mentioned. How did it go?"

"...Well, I-I did my best, but..."

"Well done."

"...But I messed up. I couldn't answer the professor's questions, and he threatened to fail me. I'll have to make up for it by doing a bunch of assignments later..."

Even though some passed it for so much less. All that effort, down the drain because the professor felt like giving you hell today. But it is what it is.

"...Well done."

Was it just your feeling, or did his voice sound softer...?

And no, it wasn't sarcasm. You knew he was far too kind for that.

You finally looked up.

"!"

Jiaoqiu's gentle smile was unchanging as always, without a shred of disappointment.

"I'm sorry to hear about the unsatisfactory result. But I know how hard you worked for it. So, well done."

The smile of someone who never stopped believing you.

Suddenly, something hot trickled down your cheek. Realizing what it was, you immediately buried your face in your arms.

"W-what about you? You never told me why you were visiting!"

"I tried my hands at making something."

Clink.

You could hear the sound of a cup being placed down on the table, right in front of you.

"This is..."

Almost immediately, you were tantalized by the rich, sweet fragrance of cocoa, mixed with the bitterness of coffee.

"Ah, the cafe that had a wonderful Creamy Coco Frappuccino shut down... How I wish I can taste it again..."

Once, you had said that in front of him in passing.

Jiaoqiu's culinary expertise was Chinese cuisine, and more often than not, traditional. Most of the time, he didn't recognize the modern and trendy dishes you mentioned. For example, cafes and their stylists drink.

But ever since that day, you found new recipe books strewn around his place. Rather than messy, it just seemed as if someone was trying to pinpoint a certain recipe, no matter how long it took.

Afterward, he'd cook the dishes you mentioned, one after another.

Sometimes, you didn't even remember bringing them up.

Yet, he remembered, kept your words in his heart, and wholeheartedly cooked them for you, one by one.

"I'm experimenting with something."

"I cooked too much. Why don't you have some?"

"I tried my hands at this."

Every time, he'd say such things, probably to not make you feel bad.

This drink was also one of them. The rim of the cup was even coated with hardened chocolate, and sprinkled with rock sugars, like in those cafes.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Jiaoqiu urged you.

Without further ado, you took a sip of the drink.

Creamy rich chocolate, bittersweet coffee, and milky caramel flowed into your mouth, pampering your taste buds. Gradually, your broken heart was being mended.

You placed the half-empty cup down, silently staring at the swirling liquid.

"How is it?" He asked with a hint of anticipation.

"...Jiaoqiu, marry me."

"...!!"

Overflowing with gratitude, happiness, and warmth, those words just spilled out.

Your eyes were getting heavier for some reason.

...Right, you didn't sleep at all last night, re-reading the materials and all.

I'm so sleepy...

As your consciousness faded, you saw Jiaoqiu reaching out toward you.

"Promise me, then."

He presented you his pinky finger.

Under the dazzling sunlight, his pink hair fluttered, reminiscent of fallen cherry blossoms. He gave you a smile just as bright, if not brighter than the sun.

So, how could you resist?

Before you fell asleep, you remembered hooking fingers with him.

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

Jiaoqiu carried the sleeping girl to her room, before tucking her in.

Then, he peered into her face.

"...Jiaoqiu, marry me."

Even as he recalled it, his heart skipped a beat. It was a rare physical phenomenon for him, probably once in a lifetime. Jiaoqiu only recalled experiencing it twice. Just now, and when she nursed him to health back then.

"...Whether you spoke without thinking, sleep talked, or just joked, you've made a promise."

Golden eyes shimmered under the shadow.

"If you go back on your words, I'll chase you until the end of earth."

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Extra

After that, with the support, afternoon snacks, and midnight snacks of Jiaoqiu, you managed to finish all the assignments, and passed the class.

But somehow, the professor who ripped you to shreds suffered from severe diarrhea and had to take sick leave for a month.

All's well that ends well?

Sequel:

Good Night, Sweet Dream

[piplup335]

Shuriken x eepy airhead reader!

ello fellas! :D

sorry for the delay, was working on other stuff :( I’m not sure if this is okay, though-

I hope you enjoy! :)

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You had horrible sleeping habits. All the Phighters knew that, including your loving boyfriend, Shuriken.

You'd constantly pull all-nighters for what seemed like reasonable causes to you...but not to Shuriken, however. Regardless of whether or not you stayed up late to finish an important project or just to play video games, Shuriken would always tell you it wasn't worth messing up your sleep schedule for.

Of course, you never listened to him...you just wanted to do whatever you had in mind at the time.

This, unfortunately, would lead to you making some horrible decisions on an everyday basis. You constantly burnt yourself on the stove thinking it was off. Sometimes, you'd even try throwing your gear mid-fight because, as you once put it, "it's a ranged gear, so it should be able to hit people from a distance". You even scoured your house for thirty minutes trying to find your television's remote controller only to realise it was in your hand.

Shuriken noticed how your horrible sleeping schedule correlated to your brash and somewhat idiotic decisions. He always checked in on you over text before he went to sleep, and when he woke up he'd see that you replied at around three or four in the morning.

He knew this wasn't good for you at all, so he devised a plan to get you to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't act as a quick solution to fix your sleeping habits, but it could set you on the right track.

Maybe.

During today's phight, Shuriken overheard you saying that you wanted to eat chicken nuggets. Knowing you, he knew that it meant you were going to McDonald's in the wee hours of the morning.

Shuriken may not be the brightest out of all the Phighters, but he did know two things.

One, it would be horrible for your sleep schedule. He knew it would result in you pulling an all-nighter to eat your nuggets while scrolling through random YouTube videos. Two, it would be dangerous for you. Although he didn't read the papers often, Slingshot and Vinestaff did. The duo would keep him updated on the latest news throughout the Inpherno...including recent crimes. And as of the past few weeks, crime rates in Crossroads had skyrocketed. From petty thefts to Inphernals wrenching each other's horns out in a gruesome display that always left at least one Inphernal dead, he knew nowhere was safe. Especially not at that hour.

He wanted to keep you safe by all means. You were his one and only love, after all. One of the people that made him truly happy.

He knew he had to protect you and make sure you were safe, and the best way to do so was not to accompany you to McDonald's, but to make sure you never went there to begin with. Not in the middle of the night, at least.

Shuriken knew what he had to do.

You glanced up from your book as your clock made a soft clicking sound. It was three in the morning...meaning it was time for you to go get your nuggets.

For some unexplainable reason, you enjoyed going out at horrible hours of the day to get your food. Sure, it may be dangerous for you, but hey, it also doubled as a nice nighttime walk for you.

You also couldn't sleep. Probably the result of your constant refusal to go to sleep at a reasonable hour, but oh well.

After putting on something casual, you grabbed your keys and your gear, ready to get your food. You wanted to bring your gear so you could stay safe. After all, Crossroads could get dangerous at night.

Just as you opened your door, a hooded figure dropped down from your ceiling, wrapped their arms around you, gently pushed you back into the comfort of your own home and shut the door behind you. Before you could struggle against the unknown person and shoot them, the figure quickly took off their mask.

"(Name), calm down! It's just me, Shuri!"

The sight of his lime green horns confirmed his statement, as well as his tattooed left arm. In his free hand was a bag of McDonald's, which he handed to you.

"Love, I know you were craving nuggets for the entire day today, but it's not safe for you at this hour, okay? I don't want you to get hurt!"

You hesitantly took the bag from him, your thoughts in a jumbled mess. Why was Shuriken at your door at this hour? Why did he bring food just for you? Why did he even take the time and effort to travel all the way from Lost Temple to Crossroads? The trip wasn't a short one, after all.

Before you could organise your thoughts, Shuriken locked the door behind you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you, (Name)! You mean the world to me so please...stay at home for me, yeah?"

Shuriken didn't want to leave you at home alone. He was concerned for you! So, he made the decision to spend the night with you.

Fifteen minutes after his arrival, the both of you were bundled up on the couch. The lights had been dimmed to a comfortable setting, and you had brought out soft, fluffy blankets so that you'd be more cozy.

Shuriken was spooning you, making sure you wouldn't get up to do anything stupid in your sleep-deprived haze. The empty box of chicken nuggets lay on the table next to you, your cravings satiated by the treat Shuriken brought for you.

The two of you snuggled together on the couch, Shuriken holding you close as you rested across his lap. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes, a thought coming to your mind.

"Shuriiii...what would chicken nuggets taste like without the chicken?"

Shuriken let out a soft chuckle. By now, he was used to your antics and your stupid questions.

"Love, what are chicken nuggets primarily made of?

"...chicken?"

"And if you take away the chicken, what will you have left?"

"...nuggets?"

"No that's not- never mind..."

Shuriken held you in his arms, idly carding his fingers through your hair. Despite his outgoing nature, he still enjoyed these small moments between the both of you, sitting there with you and enjoying the silence.

His breathing was almost therapeutic to you, the soft and rhythmic puffs of air gently lulling you to sleep.

"Good night, Shuri...I'm sleepy..."

As Shuriken continued to stroke your hair, you felt so drowsy...and eventually dozed off into a blissful world of nothingness.

He glanced at your sleeping form, a victorious grin on his face.

Mission accomplished.

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that’s all for now! sorry, my writing may not be up to par because of my mental state ;-;

thanks for reading! :,)

[nikholascr0w]

Evan Rosier headcanons !!!

Character hc list master post

• I get very gay demiromantic asexual vibes from Evan

• man SUCKS at communication, he’d rather eat foam insulation than have an honest talk about his emotions

• befriends Barty within like 10 minutes of getting on the train, he just thinks Barty's funny cause he's not used to people acting so improper

• Evan’s really smart but he has to work his ass off for it. (Barty and his naturally smart ass piss him off so bad during exams)

• lactose intolerant and he bonds with Reg over it while Barty teases them both

• also the type of lactose intolerant person who’s favorite food is cheese and consumes a fuck ton of lactose anyway

• he's a really good artist and he doodles roses on every piece of parchment he touches

• calls Barty Bee and Bat and usually only calls him Barty when he’s annoyed or serious about something. Calls him Bartemius occasionally to piss him off

• Has 'girls' nights with Pandora and regulus where Barty just watches in awe and happily lets them paint his nails

• The only one in the group besides Pandora that can do a half decent job painting nails so he does both Regulus and Barty’s for them

• Pandora does his hair for him

• petty bitch and passive aggressive as hell

• he's a lightweight and Barty thinks it's hilarious

• almost all the slytherin first years look up to him some treat him like an older brother most are mildly scared of / intimidated by him (he's very protective of them)

• I think he was probably offered prefect but turned it down for Regulus and also because he didn’t want the formal responsibility

• Pandora and him are twins but Evan totally acts like the older brother

• Very protective of his friends and sister

• doesn't like quidditch but he's goes to watch every game for Barty and Reg

• all his clothes are pretty neat and classy at least during his first couple years of school but he has a funky sock drawer and I love him for it

• Barty pierced Evan's ears for him at 2am once after one of the rare occasions he opened up about his emotions and cried for awhile Barty probably did most of his other piercings throughout the years as well

• jealous boy

• he connects way better to animals and plants than he does to people

• frequently pulls all-nighters for good grades, mans is running on caffeine related fumes

• his favorite flowers are white roses

• not quite as plant loving as pandora or Barty but he's filled the dorm with house plants and refuses to let Barty touch a single one (he’s too competitive and he wants to prove he can take care of them on his own)

•Pandora named all his plants and put little “hello my name is” stickers that she got from Dorcas on the pots

• Evan makes the best tea and coffee you have ever tasted

• love the idea that Felix definitely loves Pandora more and Evan will never stop being bitter about it (He loves Evan too he just won't admit it)

• Felix is also obsessed with Barty and any time he goes over to the Rosier’s during the summer Felix will loudly ask why his brother can’t be as cool as Barty. Barty finds this hilarious.

• Barty calls Evan pet names like darling, babe, baby, honey, and sweetheart jokingly all the time and it drives Evan insane. He also calls Evan, E, Ev/Evs, and Evie because thats just how he shows affection

• loves reading poetry snd also dark classics

• I feel like hes an origami enjoyer

• he's super protective of kids especially ones with controlling parents cause he doesn't want them to end up like him

• he took most of the family pressure to try to protect Pandora and Felix

• Regulus and Barty set up muggle movie nights for him whenever he's upset cause they know he won't talk and the movies comfort him.

That’s all I got for now feel free to request other characters or give me your thoughts on Evan in reblogs or asks

[gamerbot-22]

Touchstarved LIs as Study Buddies

Because when I was studying for my macroeconomics final the only way I survived was imagining a rotating cast of blorbos helping me out (I got a 70% btw)

Recommended Listening: Zelda & Chill Trilogy

TW/CWs: Potential Accidental Canon Deviancy, not proofread.

Can be read as romantic or platonic, whatever floats your boat! Likes and reblogs appreciated!

Special thanks to @asexual-abomination for helping with Lea and Mhin <3

🕊️ Kuras

You two will study and do nothing else.

Okay, not exactly, but it’s 90% study with a couple mental breaks tossed in to keep your mind sharp.

And you can bet your ass he’s making sure you’re drinking water and getting some good brain food in you (good luck with his cooking lol)

He’s not big on the idea of pulling all-nighters, but if it’s a necessity (say, you’re cramming,) he’ll turn into something of a spotter, making sure that you stay sane and make the most of the time you have before you eventually conk out.

Has anyone here seen Elementary? There’s a scene early in the series where Watson helps Sherlock stay awake by showing him how to do squats to get his blood pumping. Kuras does the same.

Also he’s making flashcards! Unironically I think this is a highlight for him.

His Best Subject is obviously any kind of Biological Science, but I think he’s also really good for History.

🪄 Leander

He’s good at studying on his own, but the second he’s in a Buddy System he just starts doing. The Most.

I’m talking like an hour and a half at least of set up where he’s getting drinks and snacks and a nest of pillows and blankets set up so your backs don’t get sore hunched over a table.

Lowkey I think he’s trying to be The Study Buddy Ever for you, but he doesn’t quite clock that all the prep work is eating into your study time and while that can be okay if the test isn’t pressing, if you’re cramming it’s a problem.

Once he’s settled though, he’s actually really helpful.

Very “there’s no stupid questions!” about it all, and will work with you to make sure you’ve got it all down.

Every magician worth his salt knows how to study, damnit, he’s just a social himbo.

His best subjects I think are Psychology and Social Studies. He’s a People Person.

🦊 Vere

He’s either not helping even a little bit by not showing up or not helping even a little bit by being a distraction.

He is bored off his ass almost the entire time, and he will make it your problem by just going on the most random of tangents after he’s done complaining.

And failing that, he’ll just go take a big nap somewhere.

He just curls right up and goes to snoozeville for like an hour before waking up and going “you’re STILL at it???”

If you want him to engage with you—or even just stick around, really—you’re going to have to bribe him in some way or another.

Of course he asks for the most out of pocket shit but tbh I think if you’ve got good snacks and something cozy he’ll just take it as a break.

Generally though he’s very much just doing his own thing while you study, it’s barely beneficial to either of you.

Except sometimes you talk at him while he draws you mayhaps…

It’s canon that he’s really artistically talented so I think his Best Subjects are Art and Literature. Those are the two things you have any hope of getting help from him on.

⛩️ Ais

Ais also takes some convincing to come around and help, tbh—

He doesn’t strike me as a guy that really studies, not just because of his personality but because he’s literally part of a Hivemind I’m pretty certain he can just ping for information if he really needs it.

But once he’s gotten settled he’s actually a surprisingly good rubber duck, letting you talk at him about theory and formula while he pokes around your space.

Like Vere, I think he naps if he’s not directly involved but he a) usually gives a head’s up but b) ends up snoring really loud which makes studying a nightmare.

Sometimes he’ll actually pay attention—maybe even leaning over the back of your chair to read over your shoulder sometimes—and you find out he’s really good at actually taking a look at a concept and Getting It really fast.

Just… don’t ask him to explain it to you.

That’s a different skill set that I don’t think he quite has off the bat.

Surprisingly maybe I think his Best Subject is Math/Arithmetic. There’s just something about how cut and dry the formulas are that make it click for him really well. Also lowkey good at Biology, specifically the behavioral side of Animal Biology.

🪡 Mhin

Good Fucking Luck

Genuinely, I don’t think Mhin has either the patience or the social bandwidth to be a decent study partner.

The best you’re getting out of them is someone who’s leading by example.

Mhin will get their own book, sit next to you, and read. And if you make any kind of noise or significant disturbance, they’ll grumble or nudge your chair to tell you to be quiet.

You can ask them to help with review questions if you want, but I think unless it’s something they already know, don’t expect any type of feedback outside of eye contact.

If it’s a regular thing and you get the chance to get used to each other, they might occasionally mention stuff in their own reading that they find interesting/you might find interesting, but generally it’s few and far between.

Just because they’re not really helping doesn’t mean they want to be a distraction, unlike some…

Like Kuras, I think Mhin is really good at Science, specifically Anatomy, but they also have a bit of a soft spot for Poetry and Strategy.

[avesgrayson]

Tim scowled at the coffee maker before turning to the group of people behind him. Dick looked apologetic, but no one held a hint of remorse. Alfred sighed, "It's for your own good, Master Tim." Which- it most certainly was not.

Contrary to popular belief, Tim actually gets a decent amount of sleep. He have a specific time he goes to bed, cases done or no, and picks it up the next morning.

Sure, he does pull a few all-nighters, but they happen a lot less than his brothers seem to think. And he's fully aware he has a caffeine addiction, it comes with the job.

No, what Tim struggles with was getting too much sleep. If he wasn't careful he risked falling asleep in meeting, at events, and even on patrol. He found quick ways to get around this (caffeine and adrenaline) but they didn't always work.

He couldn't focus on his issues before, not with B stuck in the time stream and deaths everywhere. Now? When it's finally settling back into something normal? Now it's becoming an issue.

He can handle the jokes about him needing more sleep and looking dead to the world, he can handle the jokes about his coffee and his eye bag. He could not, however, deal with someone stealing his goddamn caffeine for some messed up "intervention" of sorts.

Sure, they thought they were doing the right thing, but he could feel the impending sleep attack and did not want to deal with comments from his family.

Taking a deep breath, Tim looked each family member in the eye before turning back to Alfred. "Listen. I know you think you're trying to help me or do a good thing, but this is not it. I get plenty of sleep" a few scoffs sounded at that, "and the caffeine helps me function like a normal person most the time."

Jason laughed, "Kid, we all know what your sleep schedule is like. It's dog shit, evidence by the amount of times someone caught you napping around the manor." A chorus of agreements rose up.

'Deep breaths. They're trying to help you.' Despite his attempts, Tim felt his eye twitch. "I'm warning you now, if you try to keep me away from caffeine I will be practically indisposed. I will be unable to help with cases, patrols, or any other side work."

No one budged. If anything, a few smirked or raised their eyebrows, as if questioning his dependency on the drink.

A wave of dizziness hit suddenly, and Tim saw someone opening their mouth to say something. He ignored them and pushed past. It took all his energy to make it to the next room and land on the couch. To anyone else it might've looked like he had given up. Tim, however, knew he was going to be stuck there for however long until his body decided to give him function of his limbs again.

'at least I didn't full-body collapse or something this time' he thought before sleep swallowed him whole.