#don't worry he'll be fine...maybe

[pupstim]

Don't worry, they got this! Loop believes in him ^^

Ref under the cut!

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Sorry if someone's already done this, I thought abt it and just really wanted to make it too. Slightly low effort silly.

I learned so much abt how to do black and white art in clip studio with this.

[marclef]

a little comic thing based off more of my writing stuff, hopefully it makes enough sense without context.

....... something of a peace treaty.

oh, uh..... whoops.

[dandylovesturtles]

Donnie and Raph treat

I didn't really have anywhere to state this exactly but this is set pre-canon, Raph is 13 and Donnie is 12 here.

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Raph's halfway through his workout when someone knocks on the wall outside his room. "Buzz off!" he yells.

The knocking becomes more insistent. He grits his teeth, not putting his weights down.

"Whatever it is, deal with it yourself."

"Oh Raphala," comes Donnie's voice through the curtain. "I require the assistance of my one and only older brother."

Raph sighs and puts the weight down, getting to his feet and yanking the curtain back with a snap.

"Someone better be dyin'," he says, before his eyes trail down from Donnie's face to the ziploc baggie he's holding in his hands. "...Is that hair?"

"Fur, to be precise. Rat fur." Donnie shuffles his feet. "...Splinter's fur."

Raph drags a hand down his face. "What did you do?"

"Well, I've been testing my new DNA analyzer. And Papa wouldn't give me a sample of his fur, so I thought I would procure one myself while he was taking his post-milk and cake nap, and... it would seem I... miscalculated and cut too much." He half-bows, imploringly. "I need your help to fix it."

"Yeeeaaah, this doesn't sound like my problem," says Raph, turning to go back into his room.

"Raph, wait! If Splinter finds out about this, he won't take me to the junkyard later! And I need parts for my new battleshell!"

"Still not my problem!"

"You're really going to abandon your little brother to his fate?"

"Yep."

"...Well, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice: I'm telling Dad who broke his life-size Lou Jitsu cardboard cutout."

Raph whirls on him. "You swore to secrecy!"

Donnie crosses his arms. "That was before you turned me away in my hour of need, brother."

"...Argh, fine!" Raph waves Donnie forward. "Let's see the damage."

Immediately, Donnie is smiling. "Thank you for your cooperation."

Raph follows him to where Splinter is asleep in his chair, his snores echoing through the room. On his forehead is a very noticeable bald patch, jagged and uneven from Donnie's hack job.

"Why did you need to get so much!?" hisses Raph, voice low.

"I wanted to run several tests," Donnie answers, doing a terrible job at volume control. Thankfully, Splinter is too deep under to rouse at that.

"You couldn't just take it from his back!?"

Donnie holds up a finger and opens his mouth, then seems to think it over. Raph watches the gears turn, impatient.

"...An excellent suggestion that I'll remember for the future."

"Fine, whatever." Raph rubs at his temple, trying to think of a solution. He's too young for the wrinkles he's already getting. "Look, just... go to Mikey's room and grab some duct tape, then go to the bathroom and get that fancy hair gel Pops says he's saving for a special occasion."

"Duct tape, hair gel. Got it."

Donnie retrieves the items quickly enough, and Raph puts his plan into action. He folds the tape in a circle and presses it gently to the bald patch on Splinter's forehead, careful not to wake him. Then he sticks all the fur he can onto the tape. It doesn't all stick, but enough does that the spot is... mostly covered. Then he uses the hair gel to slick all the hair on Splinter's head down, so it's laying flat to match the taped part.

"There," he says when he steps back to admire his work. "It looks, uh... good?"

"I guess... it's not obvious... from a distance," says Donnie, uncertain.

"Look, it's just gonna have to work, because-"

"Mmwah... Purple? Red?"

Raph and Donnie both jump as their father wakes up, looking at them both suspiciously. "Why does my forehead feel... wet?"

"Oh, that's, uh... Donnie and I were just... givin' you a makeover!" says Raph quickly.

"What? Is that what we're going wi-" Raph elbows him quick in the side, and Donnie hisses a breath in before standing straighter and nodding. "Ah, yes! A makeover. That is definitely what we were doing, no ulterior motives here."

Splinter looks between them, his suspicion still evident. "A makeover...?"

"Uh, yeah!" Raph casts his gaze around, then grabs the first reflective surface he sees - an old hubcap they were using as a frisbee the other day. He lifts it, holding it out for Splinter. "See? Looks great!"

"Hmmm..." Splinter leans in, tilting his head this way and that in the improvised mirror. Raph holds his breath, and he can feel Donnie doing the same next to him.

"...Ahhh, I see!" says Splinter at last, grinning, and Raph sinks in relief. "I look even more handsome now. Thank you, sweet boys!"

"Heh, glad you like it, Pops!"

"I like it very much. I will look veeery spiffy for our trip to the junkyard." He looks at Donnie, still grinning as he tosses the hubcap aside. "Speaking of, I'll be ready to go soon, Purple."

"Yessss," says Donnie, doing some happy wiggles with his hands. Splinter nods at both of them, then hopes down from his chair and heads toward his room.

Raph watches until he's gone, then lets out a sigh of relief. "Can't believe he bought tha- oof."

He's cut off by Donnie suddenly throwing himself against his plastron, arms wrapping around him as much as possible. Raph can't help the rush of surprise at the gesture; Donnie hugs are rarer and rarer these days.

It's nice. Raph wraps his arms around Donnie and gives him a quick squeeze, only as tight as Donnie will allow, and thinks that maybe he doesn't mind helping him.

(In the end, his little brothers have him wrapped around their fingers.)

"Thanks, Raph," says Donnie when he lets go.

"Heh, yeah, yeah, just don't do it again." Raph shakes his head at him.

"I won't," says Donnie, and Raph knows that's absolutely a lie but doesn't call him on it. He glances back in the direction their dad went, and grimaces. "What are we going to do when he showers, though?"

"Let's just hope he forgets about this by then..."

...

It's the next morning when Splinter walks into the kitchen, still a bit damp from his shower and wearing one of his fluffier robes. Leo snorts as soon as he catches sight of their dad, bits of his frosted flakes spraying the counter.

"I didn't know rats got receding hairlines," he says, and Splinter glares up at him from the floor.

"What are you talking about, Blue?"

"I'm talking about your bad combover job," Leo says, his grin huge. "Come on, Dad, we're all bald, just own it."

Splinter frowns at him, reaching up to touch his head. "You are talking nonsense, Blue. I am not... not..."

He freezes when he touches the bald patch. Raph catches Donnie's eyes, but luckily Leo and Mikey are too busy looking at Splinter to notice their expressions.

"What... what has happened to my hair!?" Splinter yells, before running back out of the room. Leo cackles after him, and Mikey joins in with laughs of his own.

Donnie and Raph look at each other again, then both decide to become very interested in their cereal.

"BLUE!" Splinter comes back into the room like a whirlwind, leaping onto the table and smacking Leo across the wrists with his tail ("Ow!"). "What did you do to my hair!?"

"I didn't do anything!" Leo protests, but Splinter isn't having it.

"This is not a funny prank! You are grounded!"

"What!? But I really didn't do it!"

"No comics, no TV, no going to the surface!" Splinter continues, ignoring his pleas. "Not until my hair grows back!"

He storms out of the room, and Leo gets up and scrambles after him, continuing to protest his innocence.

Donnie crams one more big bite of his Cheerios into his mouth before looking at his bare wrist and saying, "Oh geez, is that the time? I have to go do something somewhere that isn't here." Then he flees the kitchen.

Mikey looks in the direction Leo and Splinter went. Then he looks in the direction Donnie went. Then he looks at Raph.

Grinning.

Raph sighs.

"There's ten bucks in my teddy bear stash."

"Thank you!" says Mikey in a sing-song, hopping off his stool and disappearing toward their bedrooms.

Raph runs his hands over his face.

Definitely wrapped around their fingers.

[captainclickycat]

Sure, you might find it annoying when your newly adopted Little Bastard keeps hurtling around the room at breakneck speed attacking everything in sight (including you), but the really troubling moment is when everything suddenly goes quiet.

[whatacartouchebag]

Oh hey, long time no words, so to make up for it, have a heaping helping of a certain witch being a bit of a silly muffin as he trips over his own caution and self-preservation, and absolutely refuses to and does not think about how a certain someone is confusing him to no end by being utterly wonderful and kind ♥

[franeridan]

nearly done with my op reread and for the longest time my theory was that the d marked the descendants of the people native of the island that eight hundred years ago fought the twenty nations, but rereading the part about lili I thought maybe it's more lax and it marks everyone who opposed the current government in general, not just those from the island - she was the queen of one of the twenty kingdoms after all, and imu didn't seem to know the nefertaris had a d in the name as well, but before the war there would have been no reason to hide it? so i think it's something they added to their names later, maybe to recognise each other as allies? or something? the kozuki were obviously allied too and don't have a d though, so I can't say this theory makes a hundred percent sense. also i find interesting how law is hiding the water part of his name too together with the d, i wonder if that has any further meaning? another interesting thing is that there seems to have been some form of prophecy or prediction about what's currently happening in the manga, since oden knew he had to wait twenty years and the sea monsters in the oden flashback on fishmen island were talking about it too... maybe a prediction about a war? since oden wanted to unleash pluton. I wonder what exactly they found out on laugh tale that made them all laugh when the events the wg is keeping secret seem to be this tragic... also, i think i never even noticed during my first readthrough of egghead but there's someone offshore with blackbeard's flag? a small boat, it seems, but I think atm we know all blackbeard pirates are either on the pirate island or fighting against the hearts (;;;) so I wonder who exactly that is? also, I didn't catch this either first time around but I feel like the germa might just be heading there as well right now lmao the thing with kuma returning to mariejois happening so soon after vp talked about the ancient robot attacking mariejois and no one knowing why is also suspicious to me, I wonder if vegpunk used data from that robot to turn kuma into a cyborg and that's tied to why he returned there for apparently no reason...?? anyway I thought rereading would help me clear up some questions but instead it left me with even more kkkk should have figured

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Yuu Needs a Hug 2

SUMMARY: What their comforting hugs are like when you're feeling sad or under the weather? And how would they behave if you started crying in their arms?

CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)

*Platonic

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship

WORD COUNT: An average of 370 words per character.

COMMENTS: When I feel a little sad and down, I often imagine these things to help me fall asleep. I thought you might like them too. 😘

(I don't know why I keep increasing the number of words as I go through the dorms.)

Yuu Needs a Hug 1 (Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle)

CONTEXT: This is what they would do if they were already in a relationship with you. Except for Ortho, he's more like a cute little brother.

Of course Kalim already hugs you on a daily basis. And in public or private it is completely indifferent to him. His hugs range from casual (as if simply standing next to you wasn't an option) to loving and affectionate.

And it's more towards the latter that he tends to go for when you ask him for a hug. His arms completely wrapped around you, his cheek touching yours. His reassuring smile asking you what you need. "You can ask me for anything! You know that, right? Oh! I know! How about a carpet ride? Do you think that might help?"

Let's face it, he's not the type to cuddling with you while the two of you are lying on a couch resting (Jamil would love that, less work for him) No. He's the type to cuddling with you, yes, but lying on a flying carpet who knows how many meters from the ground. Or maybe lying in the Oasis if you show him that you're afraid of being that high without safety measures.

He will hug you like he never wants to let you go again. He will offer you fruits and other things to snack on, talk to you, etc.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, part of him will panic, but the big brother part of him will stop him from showing it so as not to worry you even more. He will hug you tighter and kiss your forehead and cheeks. “Don't worry, you can cry as much as you need. Everything will be fine in the end, you'll see.”

When your crying calms down or stops, he will take his magic pen and, with his water powers, make a rainbow appear over you. A way for him to try to make you smile again.

Jamil ONLY hugs you in private. He hates being the center of attention and/or showing his feelings in public, especially affection. BUT when he hugs you when the two of you are alone and he can finally rest, his hugs are charmingly peaceful.

He loves to lay with you, wrapping his arms restfully around you. He's always stressed, but with you, he can rest, and his cuddles show that.

He likes both having him lay on top of you with his head on your chest, letting you play with his hair, and having you lay on top of him and him being able to caress your head. He's also not at all shy about giving you kisses, quite the opposite, he likes to be himself with you, even if it means being naturally seductive.

But when you are sad, he will restrict himself to being sensitive and reassuring. He will probably prepare your favorite food or dessert to make you feel better. And, while hugging you, kiss your forehead.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will panic a little (as you are used to seeing when Kalim does something that puts himself at risk) You're the one who's going to have to calm him down first before he can calm you down. “*Sigh* Please don't do this to me.” he'll say with a subtle pout, which might make you smile a little too. He will hug you tighter, something that is extremely rare for him, and let you cry all you need.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll use his magic pen to bring tissues to you, so he doesn't have to move away from you. And as you wipe your tears, he will pat your head and say: "Whatever is worrying you, I'm sure it will pass." in a reassuring, loving voice that only you know.

Vil just doesn't hug you in public because he's a public figure and he prefers not to be the target of gossip, much less involve you in it. He doesn't hide that you're in a relationship, but you know, the less people see about the two of you, the less headaches you'll have. If it weren't for this, he would have no problem showing his affection for you. So he just demonstrates it in private.

However, he is more of a kisser than a hugger. It's more characteristic of him to kiss your cheek, or hold your chin to kiss your lips, than to hug you. Which ends up making these comfort hugs even more special and exclusive.

He'll start hugging you standing up, but if you really want to sit down then he'll let you sit on his lap. This will probably wrinkle his clothes, but he knows his priorities, and you are at the top of his list right now.

Just like him, his hugs are delicate and elegant, but firm enough to convey the feeling of protection and care. One of the arms is always around your waist, while the other is always on the top of your back or on your head, to be close to your face. That way he can caress your cheeks. And he will always plant a kiss on your forehead here and there.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you’ll probably have the reflex to move away so as not to stain his clothes, and apologize. But at that moment you will feel his hand, stopping you from moving away. “Don't be silly.” he will tell you “And honestly, it hurts me a little that you think I value my clothes, which can simply be washed, more than you.” And he will encourage you to cry on his shoulder, remaining calm and understanding.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll get all the tissues he needs and start explaining all the steps of a facial cleansing routine for when you cry. If you ask him how he knows so much about it he will answer you with a smile: "My sweet potato, don't tell me you think I never cry."

In public, Epel likes to hug you as a way of showing off your relationship. But cute, comforting hugs? These are only for when you are alone.

This is one of those moments when you bring out his prideful side. You wanting him to be the person who comforts you when you're sad is a way of showing that you see strength and reliability in him, right? And it makes him proud of himself and happy that you can feel safe with him.

He will be extremely sweet and cute with you. He knows that this is what makes other people, especially you, more calm and comfortable.

He doesn't like hugging you standing up, especially if you're taller than him, even if it's just 1cm. But, the same, or worse, happens if he lets you sit on his lap, so it's most likely that he'll sit next to you. OR if you can and want, he prefers to lie with you with your head on his chest. If you're shorter than him, scratch everything, he'll hug you in any way.

After a while, he will probably get distracted by something else that doesn't stop the two of you from holding each other, like reading a book or studying a little.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he'll panic a little, to the point of asking you what's going on in his dialect that you barely understand. What he needs to know most is if you're crying because of him. He'll be very relieved to know it wasn't him, and will hug you tighter.

When your crying calms down or stops, he will ask you how you are feeling and suggest that you two do something he used to do with his grandmother or his parents when he was also sad and needed to feel better.

Few things are as indifferent to Rook as showing his love for you in public as he does in private (with just a few reservations). So he will hug you whenever you ask, regardless of where you are, so be careful when and where you ask.

Despite everything, it's rare for him to kiss or hug you. It's not that he doesn't like it, quite the contrary, he likes doing these two things so exclusive and special that he ends up keeping them as a "reward" for the two of you.

But this case is an exception to his love game. After all, one of the players is injured.

His comforting hugs are full of love and care, yet gentle despite so much emotional intensity. He will gladly hug you however you wish, standing, sitting on his lap, lying under the shade of a tree or anything else, even if unusual, he will do it with pleasure.

And of course he will use his charming and flattering vocabulary to try to help with your emotional recovery.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you will feel the surprise in his body, and he will hold your face with both hands to gently move you away from his chest and look at your face. If you try to hide your face he will say: “Oh non, trickster! Such a display of feelings is beautiful. Such a neglected and hidden beauty. Please allow me to appreciate it for a moment.” he will caress your cheeks with his thumbs “I promise this will only make me love you more and better.” and he will kiss your cheeks, also tasting the saltiness of your tears.*

He is extremely patient and will do nothing but hug and cuddle you until your crying stops completely and/or you are the one who breaks the hug when you feel better.

It's OBVIOUS that Idia doesn't hug you in public. He can barely SHOW UP in public. All your hugs, kisses, flirting, etc. are TOP SECRET!

He loves it when you sit on his lap while he is at the computer, especially when he is playing. You can sit however you want, but what he loves most is when you have your back to the computer, your chest against his, your legs behind the chair and your head lying on his shoulder. Or your chin on his shoulder while you play on your phone. The naturalness and relaxation with which he has you close to him like this is quite reassuring.

1000% chance he created a new chair with a design that both of you are comfortable in that position.

There's a good chance he'll simply respond "Same..." if you mention that you're sad or depressed. If you laugh, he might say "Hey, weren't we supposed to be sad together? Traitor! You literally just did the IRL version of sending a crying emoji while you were actually laughing behind the screen. Like, who does that? What is socially accepted is for you to pretend you are happy when you are sad.” And if this makes you laugh even harder: “Stop laughing! It's contagious! Hee hee hee.”

If you happen to be so depressed to the point where you suddenly start crying on his shoulder, he will PaNiC! He’ll immediately let go of the mouse and keyboard and hug you! “WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!” You'll have to calm him down first before he can "try" to calm you down.

He will completely understand, even if you don't even know why you're crying. But he won't know how to console you and he'll admit it. He will simply hug you, not tighter but more affectionately. And bury his face in your shoulder too, and whisper a muffled: "...Same...".

You'll probably laugh at the same time as you'll be frustrated with him. “It's true!” he’ll say “Why do you always laugh when I share my sadness with you?!” he says knowing it's not true “What do you mean the WAY I say it? ... Weirdo~” he says smiling.

Unfortunately Ortho cannot hug you. At least not how he would like. The flame in his chest can burn you, and the heat exhaust ports too.

The first time he saw you sad and in need of a hug, he was also sad for being unable to hug you and then he had an idea: "Let's ask my brother to make huggable gear!"

“What do you want me to do? A teddy bear gear or something?” Idia will say, but then he will realize that if he does it HE will also be able to hug Ortho. “I’m on it!”

If Idia starts working on it, but for some reason he runs out of motivation because he thinks it's boring or a useless gear, Ortho will choose one of the following 2 options: A) convince him to do it because he reeeeeally wants to hug you and his big brother. Or B) He will say that if Idia doesn't do it, whenever you are sad Ortho will force him to be the one to hug you.

"I wouldn't mind that much..." Idia whispers. "What?" Ortho asks. "NOTHING, Nothing... I’ll make the gear."

After Gear is ready, whenever you feel sad and need a hug, Ortho will be very happy. "YAY!!! HUG GEAR TIME!!!" and will take you to Ignihyde to change gear.

Your comfort hugs will end up being three-way hugs because Idia also wants to hug his little brother. And maybe after a while he'll start hugging you too?

Ortho will also suggest you play with him to cheer you up. That and he also loves playing with you. And suggest other ways to cheer someone up, which he found on the internet.

Malleus has no problem hugging you in public. He just doesn't do it because everyone who cares about him (especially Sebek) says that, in his position, it's better to keep these romantic gestures private. A way to prevent annoying gossip.

He doesn't initiate hugs, but he absolutely loves it when you ask him for them (And they are always the best solution for when he has his "tantrums") Your wish is his command. He's just sorry that he can't hug you with the same strength that he loves you. But with each passing day it seems that he gets better and better at measuring his strength for you.

He loves to hug you in anyway. Even if he has to use his magic to levitate you if you are both standing, due to the great difference in heights. But comfort hugs are special, and whenever you ask for them, he immediately stops whatever he might be doing and sits on a couch so you can sit on his lap and lay your head on his chest or shoulder.

Whatever you ask he will do. “What do you need to feel better? Would you like me to create a fireworks show? Make flowers grow and drawing your image in a garden? Order my attendants to create a show to entertain us, and a banquet? ... What? You just want my company?” he will laugh with joy, not only because you ask little of him, but because you simply want him.

All his attention will be on you. He will talk to you, suggest that you have tea together, and kiss your forehead and cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will look at you on maximum alert! “What is wrong, my love? Did I make a mistake? Am I hurting you in some way?” He will loosen the hug out of fear that he might be hugging you too tightly without realizing it.

After you reassuring him by telling that it's not his fault that you're crying and that he's doing everything right, his questions will change to: “In that case... is it someone else's fault you're crying?” You will hear thunderstorms forming outside. “You can tell me the name. I will make sure they never disturb you again.” You will have to calm him down again and explain that it is no one's fault.

Only then will he relax a little, hug you again with care and affection and let you cry on his shoulder, while stroking your head. And he will tell you that IF one day someone hurts you, no matter how small the damage may be, you can tell him, okay?

"Or you can simply mention how close you are to Malleus Draconia and they will run away screaming for forgiveness and mercy." Lilia will say another time.

Malleus won't let go of you until he's completely and absolutely sure that you're okay again. Or not, the truth is that he likes having you like this in his arms. (Just five more minutes~)

Silver is not the type to initiate hugs because he's to oblivious for that. But he always hugs you when you ask, regardless of the reason. You may not even have a reason, you want a hug so it's a hug he delivers.

And he's also not the type to change his behavior towards you depending on whether you're in public or not. He gives you all the hugs you want anyway.

Normally what happens is that you'll ask him for a hug, he'll say "Sure, but is there a reason?" and if you answer that there is none in particular, he will simply smile (that rare smile that only those closest to him know exists) and accept your answer, opening his arms so you can hug him.

If you say you want a hug because you're feeling sad, he'll continue with his natural poker face, but anyone who knows him will know that he's worried, but calm so as not to worry you.

He will hug you any way you want. If you want the two of you to sit down so you can sit on his lap, he will do it. He might even pick you up to do it, and if you ask him why he's taking you to a bench or couch like that, he'll say something like, "Oh, I thought you wanted to sit down because you were feeling tired. Sorry." If you say it's no problem, he'll smile and continue carrying you in his arms until you both sit down.

He'll just hug you like he normally does. Despite his strong arms, he hugs you with care and affection. Having you like this in his arms puts him at ease, to the point of... zzz... where he fell asleep, with his arms without letting go of you.

But if you start crying on his shoulder, he'll sense it! He will wake up faster than any alarm could wake him up. And when he sees you crying, he will immediately ask what happened, and apologize for sleeping when you needed him.

Even if your answer is that you don't know, that will be enough for him. He will hug you again in a surprisingly sweet and delicate way, and somehow, he won't go back to sleep until you feel better. He is now on guard!

In the same way that he only hugs you when you ask, he only lets go of you when you tell him to let you go. If you tell him he "can" stop hugging you, he won't do it until you are absolutely sure that that is what you want.

If Sebek is dating you it's because he adores you as much as he adores Malleus and Lilia. In a different way of course, but if he got to the point of becoming your boyfriend it's because he went through the phase of seeing you as an "inferior human" and somehow you turned a switch in his head that made him start to adore you.

There are times when he still treats you the way he did before, but when you need him, like when you're sad and need a hug, he becomes your servant (practically).

He will treat you like royalty in much the same way he treats Malleus. The difference is that he sees you as someone "weaker" who is incapable of changing the fact that you need his protection and so he ends up being more caring.

He doesn't initiate hugs even if he wants to. First he will flatter you until you want a hug from him, even if it is just to thank you for your compliments. Basically, he only hugs you after you give him your consent.

Just as he has no shame in showing the respect and adoration he has for Malleus and Lilia, he also has no problem showing affection for you in public if you so desire. But there are still certain things he prefers to do when it's just the two of you, like these comforting hugs. He also lets you sit on his lap if you want, but it will take him a long time to get used to it.

Since he has always dedicated himself to his training as a soldier and guard, he is not very good at hugging. You will always feel that he is a little tense due to his lack of experience and you will have to be the one to relax him if you want better hugs.

Even if you suggest that he read a book while you're hugging on the couch, he'll decline it. If you're so sad that you, don't want, but need a hug, it's because you need him, and if you need him, he'll automatically enter his guard mode, which means all his attention will be on you.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, what was once the closest thing to a relaxed hug becomes tense again, and he will panic in his own way, controlling himself so as not to accidentally raise his voice. “What happened?! Is there something wrong?! Did I do something wrong!?” You'll have to calm him before he can calm you... or at least try.

If you say that you don't know why you're crying or don't have a specific reason, he'll sigh in frustration and say: “You can't just start crying out of nowhere! I mean... you can, but... I wasn't trained for this. I don't know what to do.” You explain to him that you don't need anything special, just him, but this may take longer than a simple explanation.

He will guard you in his arms until you are both absolutely sure that you are feeling better.

Of course Lilia already hugs you in public on a daily basis, out of nowhere, and often he is the one initiating the hugs, knowing of course that you also want to receive them.

And of course he knows very well how to give comforting hugs. After all, he’s a loving single father.

Many times you don't even need to ask, he will simply look at your face or posture and offer it. “Aw~ You are not using your usual smile. Are you feeling well?” and even if you barely answer he will understand “No? Does my little thorny flower need a hug~?”

But if you're the one asking for the hug, his eyes will widen in surprise and then he'll break into a huge smile. “Awwww~ But of course I'll give you all the hugs you want! Khe he he. You really can surpass me in cuteness sometimes. How could I say no to you~?”

Even though he likes to give you hugs in public, he knows that these types of hugs are better in private, so you feel more comfortable too.

He gives one of the best if not the best hugs. They are firmly affectionate. At the same time that you feel his arms comfortably wrapping around you with a light loving grip, you also feel that they are strong enough to protect you from anything.

He's more of a hugger than a kisser. At most, he can give you light kisses on the cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he won't panic at all. He will simply and calmly look at you, tilt your head up by placing his fingers on your chin and ask: “Aw~ What's wrong, my thorny flower?” as he wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. “Is this moment too cute to handle? Khe he.”

Regardless of your answer, he will say with a reassuring smile: “It's okay. You can cry on my shoulder all you need. As long as I can glimpse your wonderful smile again.”

After you feel better, he will suggest cooking one of your favorite dishes or desserts to make you feel better. SAVE YOURSELF!

*Don't look at me like that. We all know Rook is weird. I'm just trying to be true to the character.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[polarisjisung]

ꨄ X-O, KISS ME, DON'T SAY NO

KISSES WITH ENHYPEN

pairings: enha x fem! reader genre: fluff wc: 1k warnings: use of petnames, slightly suggestive notes: I wrote this for dream had to do it for enha too ! | LIBRARY

HEESEUNG — desperate, flirty kisses

A simple peck doesn't exist for Heeseung. You're like his drug, once he gets a taste, he's addicted. Quick morning kisses are impossible. One peck on your forehead easily turns into a full makeout session and suddenly you're late for work. And not for a second is Heeseung worried about your impending anger, instead he'll try and convince you to call in sick, no work meant more time for kisses, right?

“Heeseung, I have places to be” You know it's no use arguing but you seem to try anyway.

You'd been in this situation countless times before, and it ended the same way each time. In your defence, Heeseung was pretty good at convincing.

“Yeah, want me to list a few?”

Something about a kiss-driven Heeseung is so exceptionally flirty. You both know that you're never getting out of this your way. “My arms, the bed, against the wall if you're into that.

Okay maybe you didn't take much convincing either.

“All of the above?”

Heeseung can't dispute that.

JAY — forehead kisses

Jay's kisses are spontaneous, but so tender and loving, like a scene cut out straight from a high school romance.

You're perched up on the sofa with your nose stuck in one of those picture-perfect romance books you love so much.

Jay can barely make out your face from the material of the hood pulled over your head.

You look cute. There's a pair of blue light glasses resting on your nose and your eyebrows are furrowed with concentration. Jay couldn't help but leave a soft peck against your forehead. He takes a couple moments to just sit beside you and stare, truly wondering how he ever got so lucky.

Next thing you know, his hand moves carefully to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb positioned just under your chin, guiding you into a slow, soft kiss.

JAKE — messy kisses

Jake kisses like a man starved.

Hands tugging at your hair, arms around your waist, loud, shallow pants filling the room. It's like he can't get enough.

He pulls back to stare at you, breathless. But only for a moment.

To Jake, catching his breath seems awfully difficult when you're staring up at him with swollen lips and a sultry gaze.

“I could kiss you forever.”

His words are more a promise than a statement, and how could you not believe him when he pulls you back in so impossibly close, letting his cold fingertips run across your skin.

Both his hands cup your cheeks, passionately. Lips moving over yours with an unsteady, fervent rhythm, and so much urgency, you swear you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

Each time you kiss is like the first, brash. But Jake always holds you so tight, like he's afraid you'll disappear the second he lets go.

When he does finally pull away, Jake exhales a soft laugh, giggling almost.

“You alright?”

You can only nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

SUNGHOON — distracted kisses

Playful fights or debates like whether orange juice is better than apple (it's not) or whether milk comes before or after the cereal always seem to arise with you and Sunghoon.

Part of it has to do with the fact that Sunghoon thinks you look so insanely fine when you're passionately arguing your point forwards.

But somewhere along the way Sunghoon stops listening to what you're saying, eyes zeroing in on your lips when he'd come to a sudden realisation. That shade of lipstick suited you, a little too well maybe.

“Hoon, are you even listening?”

He nods, he's not listening.

He wouldn't have this problem if the lipstick wasn't there. But you were still explaining in full detail, hand gestures and everything. And as much as he loved to hear you ramble, Sunghoon could not concentrate.

He was going insane— he needed to kiss you. Now.

You don't really know why you continue, seeing as Sunghoon's clearly not present, but you can't help but gasp when he pulls you in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“You're right, I wasn't listening”

JUNGWON — soft morning kisses

Soft and intimate, that's what kissing Jungwon feels like.

There’s quiet whispers of ‘I love you's’ and the sweetest compliments.

Even if you've just rolled out of bed, when your hair's a mess and your eyes can barely open all the way, Jungwon thinks you're beautiful.

“Good morning my love” he presses a kiss to the back of your head, just below your ear as he slips past you on the couch, making his way to the kitchen so he can check on breakfast.

But he can only stay away for so long, running back a few minutes later with your morning coffee and a couple kisses to keep you occupied while you wait for it to cool down.

“I love you.” he'd keep it short and sweet, holding your face in hands with so much care. By the time breakfast is ready, not a single inch of your pretty face remains unkissed and that's an achievement Jungwon is insanely proud of.

SUNOO — giggly kisses

You and Sunoo are like the epitome of PDA— cuddling, quick pecks on the cheeks, always holding hands— you have to have your hands on each other at all times. It's sickeningly sweet.

And matters only get worse when your behind closed doors, Sunoo would spend all his time with his lips glued to yours if he could.

He's obsessed with you, and your strawberry flavoured chapstick is anything but helpful. He needs kisses, no matter what it is you're doing.

“Sunoo, I'm busy.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, but he only shrugs, spinning you around on your desk chair.

“Too busy for kisses?”

When you nod, it's Sunoo's turn to roll his eyes.

“Wrong answer.”

And he crashes his lips to yours just as he had intended, illiciting a few giggles from you, laughing at his urgency.

NI-KI — kisses in the rain

Kisses never last too long with riki, quick pecks, passionate and loving but short. Long kisses, something you'd both be down to try but had never actually made the effort to. It's felt scary, awkward, maybe?

The two of you always had a more easygoing relationship, so your more affectionate gestures had always been kept to a minimum.

Until one night when your car broke down and you found yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Rain pelted down from the sky and the wind whistled loudly, but even so, you'd be a fool not to step out of the car and watch the sunset in person.

You and Riki sat with your legs crossed, dangerously close to the cliff edge, bodies pressed against each other as an attempt to conserve heat.

There was something about that moment— maybe the soft glow of the sky as the sun dipped just below the horizon — or the way your eyes beamed and sparkled as each strand of your hair slowly grew wet. Something so raw.

Riki couldn't even bring himself to hesitate, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion and kissing you urgently.

One hand reached back to grip your hair, and another cradled your chin, guiding your lips further into his.

Safe to say, kissing in the rain might just be his favourite.

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[yeyinde]

Ghost has a thing for fucking you when you're asleep—

(—and maybe one day he'll get around to telling you about it, too.)

noncon/dubcon somnophilia. spit kink. brief anal.

He likes you like this. When you're soft, pliant. A malleable little doll under his hands that he can shape to his will. Bend.

You're so small compared to him. Tiny. The difference unmoors the chains keeping his vile, nasty urges at bay, until they spool—horrific and depraved—around him. Unleashes the need in the back of his head that screams, howls, and tells him to own, possess. Claim.

Ruin you—

And you belong to him. Everything. Every part of you is his, down to your goddamn marrow. Your bones are marked with his name, false starts carved into milky bones.

he doesn't really see the problem with taking what is his.

—and so, he does.

His sweet, sweet girl who can barely take his cock when you're awake—too much, too fat—and so he makes do with slaking his hideous, bestial need on your body when you're asleep. When he can fold your knees up to your ears, and fuck you as deep, as hard, as he wants without worrying about you seeing the want rotting in his eyes, and run—

The stretch, you whine. He's too much for you. The biggest you've ever had. It isn't meant to stroke his ego, he knows this, but still. He preens when you add, liquid and pained, by a considerable margin, Simon—

Like this, asleep, you're relaxed. Liquid. 

And with the sleeping pills crushed into your bedtime tea you always (always) take an hour before bed, he can do whatever he wants to do. However he wants. 

Splits you open with his tongue, fucking into you until you're sloppy and wet. Spitting on your cunt and pushing the foamy glob into your tight hole at his own leisure without having a rain of indignant fists come down across his shoulders, disgusted by the degrading action. Don't spit on me, Simon, that's gross—

(but you swallow it like a good girl when he grabs you by the neck, thumb digging into the dent of your larynx until you open nice and wide for him, tongue sliding out like you're begging for it—)

His little hellion awake. But asleep? 

He gets your pussy messy with his spit, fucking it into you with two fingers—another benefit to fucking you asleep is that he doesn't have to bother with building up, can stretch you out on two fingers without those breathy little mewls spilling out, telling him it's too much. Then three with his mouth glued to your clit, feeling your cunt clench down on him as he bullies it with his tongue. The pressure is too much, too intense. You'd be howling if you were awake, but—

You're not. 

The only sound is the lews squelch of him fucking you open with three fingers, sucking noisily at your pebbled clit. 

Music to his ears. 

And if he's in a hurry. Well. Skipping foreplay all together is fine. Just has to spit on his palm, coat it over his shaft, and make you open up for him. Splitting you open on just his cock. All tight—agonizingly so—around him. 

You can take it. 

He knows you can. You take everything he throws at you—knees pushed to your ears, cock bulging out from your belly. Head buried in a pillow as he flattens his body over yours, and ruts into your cunt while he smothers you under his bulk. Indescribably tight like this with your thighs squeezed together between his own. On your side with your leg thrown over his hip, or held high in the air. 

He likes it best when you're on your back, though. Soft and sweet. Little hiccups leaving your slack lips as he forces you to take every inch he has to offer. Bullying his fat cock into your pussy. Over and over again—

Quenching his unbearable lust on you until it's slated on your flesh, cunt stuffed full of his cum.

Or your ass. 

You're wary about him burying his fat length into your ass. It'll hurt, is the biggest excuse you like to give, hands tucked against the swell of your bottom as if that would be enough to keep him away. You've never done that before and taking him in your pussy was already a lot, you couldn't imagine taking him there, too—

It's a problem. Too bad for you, he has always been task oriented. Someone who likes the squash issues under his thumb. 

And that's exactly what he does. 

Starts with his thumb shoved inside your hole when he's fucking your pussy. Then a finger. Two. Likes to lick at your cunt before shoving your knees to your chest, lifting your ass in the air, and devouring it with the same rapacious appetite. Tongue fucking into you, getting you all sloppy and wet, stretching you open so he can seat you down on his cock. All the way to the base. Stretching your rim wide around his girth. Pounding your tight little ass until he cums inside of you. Filling you over and over again until it leaks out, soaking into the sheets below. 

His pretty little doll. All fucked out and messy. 

With you asleep, Simon can take from you—as much as he needs to fill this greedy, gaping maw inside of himself—without burdening you. Scaring you away. 

And he'd rather not have to chase you down like a dog—

It's the perfect arrangement that lets him exorcise himself of the horrible, awful, things he wants to do to you. Quench the bloodlust, the violence, that drums up in the back of his head, ugly and noxious, that leaks poison into his blood. Makes him see you torn to pieces by his enemies, wrenched away by the people who think they know what's best for you. Taken. The urge to claim you is animalistic. Primal. 

This—

This is bloodletting. It's spilling the rot from inside himself so it doesn't fester. Turn septic. Gangrenous. Eating at his tissue until his hands no longer belong to himself, but to the mercy of his monstrous need. 

It lets him ruin you, tear into you like a beast, without worrying about you running from him. Fleeing from this rapacious green he holds deep in the fibrils of his chest. Hewed into his essence, subsumed into his marrow. 

Simply put: he needs this. Just like you need him. Simon. Need him like the air you breathe—

(And sometimes, sometimes, you get this peculiar look on your face before bed. A frisson. Unease, pensive. It splits over your brows, an evanescent tremor. He thinks you might be more aware than you let on. That you know about this hideousness inside him, this putrid greed that sloshes around the edges of his eyes sometimes, trying to bleed in, trickling down over his periphery before he can stop it. 

But it dissolves into complacency before he can chisel into it, leaving nothing behind but a faint stink of stale smoke. Acrid—like doused embers. Burning his nose, his lungs—)

And when he's had his fill—stuffed that chasm inside his belly with your flesh—he cleans you up, and pulls you tight to his chest. Satiated for the time being. Falling asleep with the taste of you on his tongue, locked tight in his embrace. Tenders to your aches the next morning, as soft and supple as he can ever allow himself to be. 

There’s a place for him, he’s sure, when he lies to you, and says that you must have slept the wrong way. That maybe he was a little too hard on you the night before. And maybe if he were a better person, a better man, he might have felt some sense of guilt for it. Shame.

But instead, he coos at you and says:

It’s his fault, pet, but don’t worry he’ll take such good care of you. Licking your sore cunt all day until you grab him by the scruff of his neck, and tell him no more, please, Simon, stop, stop—it doesn’t hurt anymore, please—

He relents an hour before bed and takes you to the kitchen where you sit and drink the tea he made without a word.

Like a good girl—

And then you slip into bed in nothing but his old shirt, curling up against his chest, and whispering—soft and sweet—into his ear, "good night, Simon."

(his sweet, sweet girl.

like you're fucking begging him for it—)

[cherie-doll]

Jealousy Headcanons for cod men when they notice someone from you work place (a man) is starting to get a little too close/friendly with you to their liking🥹

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: They're Jealous

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

۶ৎ Not sure if you wanted these to be with established relationships or not so i just threw it in a bag, mixed it and got this; some are and some aren't

Price

It's probably nothing new for him to deal with, he was doing this before y'all even became a couple, keeping guys away from you

You're just the type of person most people find themselves naturally being attracted to after spending time together

He takes care of you so well, spending the moments he has spared and set aside just for you making sure you've got everything you need that it makes him irritated seeing someone else trying to replace him

They don't know you like he does, you don't gravitate or find yourself leaning towards them searching for comfort like you do with Price

And to show or add to your disinterest in this person he'll just use the intimidation tactic, wouldn't need to say much, just a simple look or stare communicates the message

Ghost

Simon recognizes he shouldn't even feel this smoldering fire growing within him

You're simply the cashier that he finds the least annoying because you're on minimum wage and couldn't care less about appealing to customers

But he doesn't like the looks your manager gives you every time he passes by, his jokes and attempts at flirtation are lame, even Simon cringes

Late at night, the hour before you close Simon comes in for last minute grocery shopping, it's just you and the manager, you stocking inventory near the back of the store, you sending shy glances in Simon's way, only to be interrupted by the pestering manager who doesn't seem to get a clue

His looming figure behind the manager who turns around, spooked and sputtering out a dumb question, asking if he needs something only for Simon to drop the bomb that you're his girlfriend and he needs to leave you alone

You may have felt a fluttering feeling in your heart that had you blushing in the storage room afterwards

Soap

Another friends with a blurred line where it's not distinct whether there are feelings or not, both of you too afraid to ask or confess

But it becomes all too clear when you're ranting to him about some guy who won't leave you alone and next thing you know his face is red, eyes set hard and looking far off

He's spent so long memorizing your favorite things, getting to know you, being your comfort and he just won't let someone else come and swoop you away when they barely know a thing about you, what if they only like you for your looks?

He stops himself at some point, feeling his heart thumping faster than it should, becoming all too aware that these feelings aren't normal between people who are just friends

And you know what? He's fine with that, he'll confront and come to terms with his feelings AFTER he takes care of something or someone that's in the way

Gaz

He won't hesitate at all to confront the person about it, doesn't matter whether you want his help or not

He doesn't get possessive nor claim you as his, but he doesn't appreciate someone getting too comfortable with you, it unnerves him

Would never place the blame on you, nor think you were liking the attention, he knows you probably thought them a friendly person until they crossed a line

Just imagine him holding your hand and kissing your forehead, you snuggling into him as he just says it's all taken care of and you think you wouldn't have to worry about going to work and dealing with that person anymore until he says he sent in your resignation letter

His tone doesn't even change so you probably wouldn't catch it at first, but maybe it's for the better!

On the bright side, you wouldn't deal with such bothersome people anymore

Roach

Roach boy gets sad, then a little mad and takes to trying to come up with all sorts of way to get rid of this dude

You find him up late at night tacking up bullet points on this board that has been scrawled over

You spend the rest of the night cradling his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair trying to comfort him and listening to him rant all teary-eyed

Rubbing him in circles and just humming and nodding along like "mhm" to everything he says, it makes you mad knowing something like this set him off

So the next day you tell your junior off for inappropriate workplace behavior, you're fueled by seeing your boyfriend get hurt over it and he actually witnesses it happen and is all shy afterwards and you can't seem to figure out why until you discover he has a thing about you being dominant

Alejandro

Oh, he seethes at the thought of it

Seeing this guy's hand over you all the time even when he's right THERE, probably ticks him off even more when you come over to him with such a sweet smile when only a minute ago you were giving it to someone else

He's not necessarily pissed off at you, but it just gets him all riled up and he looses his rational mind

"Tell him to stop looking at you like that"

"Alejandro, I can't just tell him that!"

"Then stop looking so nice for him"

And if you don't take care of the problem then he'll do it himself even after you swear he's making a big deal out of nothing

Rudy

I can't imagine doing this to him i would cry-

You're trying so hard not to cause a misunderstanding and Rudy notices that but can't help being upset at this guy for not respecting you

He can't help but be worried for you every time he drops you off for your shift, his lingering hand on your arm as he pulls you in for a goodbye kiss for the day

Tries to hold you in the car as long as he can till you give him a smile that makes his heart do flips and assure him it'll be fine, but throughout the day he finds himself unable to stop thinking about the situation, so at around your lunchbreak he stops by

He walks in to see the coworker you told him not to worry about standing a little too close for his comfort

So Rudy just walks over and as soon as you see him your face lights up and you go right over to him and give him a sweet kiss as he hands you your lunch :)

Phillip Graves

Oooh, he would NOT let it slide

"Doesn't he know you've got a husband?"

"Phillip, calm down he's not asking me out or anything"

"But he wants to"

Phillip swears he's not misreading this guy, he must have other intentions if he lingers around you too much

You try to keep him calm before he tries to order an execution on the guy, if you've ever put a stop to his displays of affection in public before he's throwing that out the window and not holding back

That quick peck you give him? That's too chaste now, give him a DEEP kiss before he escalates it by grabbing both sides of your head and pressing harder against you until your coworker backs away

"Bastard better stay away, else I'll-"

"Okay, I think you've made your point Phillip"

If it doesn't work out, TRUST he will confront the guy in a dark parking lot and next time you're on your shift and wonder where the new guy is because he's late for his shift only for your boss to tell you he just quit

Makarov

FIRST, he'll pretend like he doesn't notice it, but he very obviously gives himself away

He'll be picking you up from work, because with the weather and all he doesn't want you to risk catching a cold, and when you walk out, your coworker who just so happens to clock out at the same time as you despite his shift ending an hour earlier than yours but he stayed behind hoping to walk with you

His eyes just stare at this guy through the black tinted car windows which cannot be seen through from the outside yet your coworker shivers making you believe it's this evening autumn air

Coworker is a bit disappointed and surprised when he sees you get into NOT THE DRIVER'S but the passenger seat of this expensive looking car because he was hoping to walk w/ you

Makarov doesn't even let you wave before he steps on that pedal, leaving the poor guy coughing in a cloud of smoke

THEN, it's obvious despite you telling him you barely interacted with this coworker that Makarov doesn't like it nor will he tolerate it

You quit a week later, he just reasoned that you shouldn't be working anyways

Keegan

I think you just notice when he's mad about something, like it bothers him enough to the point it feels like a thorn in his side but hasn't done anything about it yet

His jaw hardens, his hands clenched and in fists, slightly biting on his lower lip showing him in a pensive state

And when you ask him what's wrong he just shrugs, dismissing your inquiries because if he told you it wouldn't make sense

You're friends, not lovers, there shouldn't be a reason why he'd be mad if a guy does have underlying intentions about asking you out

These feelings that he believes are unrequited are no good for him, the longer he stays brooding, turning the thought over and over again feeling as if he's going obsessed and crazy over it to the point he's all tense and his actions are all repressed

Like he's holding you back, looking away when you turn to him and him staring at you when he thinks you're not noticing, all these things you notice but don't mention

It's driving him crazy and he's responding and giving curt answers to questions your colleague sends over text, phone calls or in person

"I just don't like the way he's talking to you, is all" makes it sound as if he were only looking out for you but it's obvious

König

Probably wouldn't even notice a guy was flirting with you, sorry but when in public he's less aware of smaller details in his surroundings, like he filters stuff out and goes on auto mode

You'd have to tug on his sleeve and when he FINALLY notices he just brushes the guy off like some bug on his shoulder, nothing big to worry about he'll go away soon

Sure, he doesn't like the idea of someone trying to take you away from him but all he does is keep your hand in his much bigger one and hold you extra tight :)

The only difference you'd notice is at home, he's a lot more clingy than usual, like a lap cat almost

Just laying on top of you, gently of course, falling asleep as he holds you, his mind off in a bliss as he knows you're there with him

Once you chose him he knows you're not going anywhere, he has that much trust in you <3

Horangi

Would laugh like it's some awful joke he was just told

Seriously, who would try that? Apparently that airhead who has excessive confidence thinking he could pull you, didn't he see the ring on your finger?

You're his fiancé(e), promised to him only, last time he checked it wasn't something someone else could try to bargain from him

The type to go "don't worry, I got this" while holding up a hand in front of your face, preventing you from taking further action

Next thing you know you see the poor, unfortunate soul walk out holding a tissue to his nose whilst Horangi emerges from behind with a smug smirk on his face, wiggling his eyebrows at you and asking what you would like for dinner

It was solved in less than 10 minutes, see? He's efficient

Nikto

For him, it's kind of like just disappointment, like he can feel his heart dropping slightly in his chest

Well, he couldn't be the ONLY one to find you attractive, he reasons, someone else must've noticed your charm, your kindness or something about you, things you've reserved just for him

But could that person reciprocate the quite acts of love he's given and dedicated to you? All that time?

Does the other person only glance over your features and not study them in depth? The soft curve of your lips when you smile, the eyes that shine for him...

Does the other person think of you more than just in a physically intimate setting? Surely, they'll never experience those acts of tender love like he does

And he feels like the luckiest guy in the world knowing he hasn't a reason to distrust in you

[cheeseceli]

Their s/o doesn't like pet names

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: what if the s/o doesn’t like calling them “baby/babe/darling” or whatever and prefers to call them their name? How would they react to that?

Warnings: pet names lmao, established relationship, most of them are somewhat new relationships, "dying" joke at hyunjin's

A/n: I'm being somewhat active here :) | daily click

Bang Chan

‌he doesn't mind being called by his name

‌but !

‌he'd ask you to at least call him by a nick name

‌please don't hit him with the bang chan stuff because he will cry

‌call him Chris! Or channie! Or something like that!

‌just don't go around calling him by the government name please

‌and if you don't mind being called by a petname, he'll get creative with the ways he call you

‌most are sweet, some of them are lowkey embarrassing but it's okay cause you love him

‌if you also don't wanna be called a pet name, he'd call you by a cute variation of your name

‌a nickname

Lee Know

‌ok

‌he is just like

‌ok

‌you tell him "I don't really like pet names"

‌he nods

‌and boom, that's solved

‌wouldn't mind using pet names but also doesn't mind not using it yk

‌lowkey relieved because he had NO idea how to start calling you "darling" all of the sudden

‌he had tried before but cringed and then stepped back

‌so you lowkey saved him here lmao

Changbin

‌yeah you are going to have to tell him

‌loud and clear with all the words

‌otherwise he is NOT gonna get it

‌he will be calling you pet names and doesn't even bat an eye as to why you're not doing the same

‌he's just very excited for being in a relationship with you lmao

‌the exciment went over his head, can you blame him tho

‌so as communication is the key (!) just tell him what's going on and it's chill

‌might be a bit :( at first because he wanted to be called cute stuff as well but he'll be alright, dw

‌will probably try to find a pet name you like or just ask to be called a nickname just like Chan

‌and if you don't want to be called a pet name either that's okay! He will tone it down until there's only your actual name leaving his mouth

‌might slip a babe or honey sometimes but he'll be quick to correct it

Hyunjin

‌was lowkey worried

‌he is very patient and he was just silently waiting

‌and he didn't mind it in the beginning of the relationship

‌but the months passed and you were still on name basis with him

‌so he might or might have not gotten into overthinking

‌tries calling you a pet name instead of waiting for you to make a move

‌if your reaction was ☺️ then he is a bit smiley and a bit ? as to why you won't call him the same

‌then you explain it and things just make sense to him

‌calls you a cute and soft pet name but is okay by you calling him hyune, for instance

‌but if your reaction is 😐 then he is thinking about ways he can bury his head underground

but he will give up on his plans of dying once you explain your reasons to him, he just thought he had done a huge mistake

‌he just needs to make sure everything is alright lmao

‌just explain it all to him and he will be ok

Han

‌i think he would start using pet names for you the moment you called him a pet name first

‌but then you never did

‌so he never did either

‌so he's just kinda like

‌waiting still 😭

‌if the topic does come up and you guys talk about it tho

‌he will finally understand it

‌and will probably laugh about it lmao

‌he's fine about that, he was just worried you weren't calling him anything because of something he did

‌but if it's just because that's what you want then we ball 💃🏻

Felix

‌please explain it to him right away

‌otherwise he'll just think you straight up hate him or something

‌he was also so excited to call you every pet name in the book

‌but you never called him anything but his name

‌and he started to think that he read things wrong maybe?

‌like, he'd be thinking if you ever commented about not using terms of endearment

‌he asks your friends and things like that

‌because he truly doesn't want to mess this up

‌but he was so excited as well

‌the moment he realises that there is nothing wrong and it's just a preference of yours, he audibly sighs of relief

‌also asks you to at least call him a nickname like lixie

‌even though you'd probably be doing this since friendship stage

‌and calls you an exclusive nickname that is not necessarily a pet name as well

‌and it's a win win situation 🙂‍↕️

Seungmin

‌i think that at the beginning of the relationship he was also just calling you by your name

‌and that was it

‌no baby, no love, no sweetheart

‌straight up "y/n" and "seungmin"

‌and he was so chill regarding that

‌didn't even notice

‌until one of the boys are like "why are you guys calling each other by your names even though you're dating for six months "

‌and only then he stops to think that he has no idea why

‌he was just going with the flow

‌once you explain it to him, he'll keep going with the flow

‌he's also very chill about that lmao

I.N

‌lowkey likes this better

‌i feel he wouldn't want to use pet names either

‌at least not in public

‌so you both are like

‌reading each other's minds here

‌pretty much at the same page 😭

‌you both either don't even talk about this considering both of you are okay with that

‌or

‌you end up talking about it one day because one of you got curious maybe?

‌like after a year and a half into the relationship you noticed you never called each other nothing but your names

‌and then he's like "oh so true. why?"

‌you talk about it, find it funny how you both got into a silent and accidental consensus

‌soulmate things

‌and move one with that lmao

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[rin-may-1103]

The Eyes of Death. Pt 3.

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Danny groaned, the sound of a heart monitor grating on his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"Danny," someone called, sounding concerned.

Cracking open one of his eyes, Danny tilted his head and glanced at the person. It was Damian, sitting on a very uncomfortable-looking chair. His hair was disheveled, and he had light eyebags.

"Dami?" Danny asked, his voice weak and gruff for some reason.

That's when it hit him, the memories; Nacy and Wyatt trying to drag him to a party, cultists mobbing them on the streets, voluntering to be the sacrifice because he couldn't let anyone else get hurt even if it was Wyatt, the ritual working (although not how it probably should have), gaslighting the bat crew with one of the worst concussions he's ever had to deal with.

Damian leaned forward, stopping him from trying to sit up, "hey, hey!" he quickly cut in, "it's ok, you're at the hospital. Don't strain yourself. You were stabbed; you shouldn't aggravate your wound even if it's not likely to open again. The bats showed up, no one died."

Danny blinked, then huffed in annoyance. Sure, his body felt like it was on fire, but that wasn't too worrying. probably even normal after whatever that ritual was. It should be fine for him to sit up, but if it'll make Dami happy, then fine. He'll just tilt the bed up then.

Glancing around the bed and grabbing the remote (with his left arm, which was bandaged for some reason), Danny moved the bed until he was comfortably sitting up. Damian sat down with a sigh, shaking his head.

They sat silently for a moment before Danny turned to look at Damian with a frown.

"I dropped your jacket."

Damian stared at him for a moment before pinching his nose and closing his eyes.

"And my textbooks," Danny added, absently picking at the blanket.

He'd have to see if anyone was nice enough to bring his stuff to the cops. The cultists had just left it out in the streets, so Damian's jacket is probably long gone.

With the textbooks, though, there was a 5% chance someone actually dropped them off at the school or with the police (though the likelihood of them being returned to him was very, very low). 30% chance of another college student taking them for themselves, and 65% chance of someone picking them up and selling them off to some other college students for a quick couple of bucks or a few hundred.

Gotham was known for all the crime and stuff, but it was surprisingly nice for college students. (probably because literally almost all the rouges had college degrees. probably a smart idea to be nice to the potential new rouges, maybe they'll spare you in the future! or something like that.)

The point is, Danny's probably not going to see his textbooks anytime soon. So, he'll have to try and find new ones or rent them from the school.

"You were just kidnapped and used in a ritual to summon some demonic demon ghost king, and you're worried about your textbooks?" Damian asked, finally opening his eyes and looking at Danny.

"First of all," Danny started, pointing one of his fingers at Damian, "those were expensive; it took me months to save up for all of them. Second," Danny waved his arm in the air to gesture around the room, "I'm here, alive, and you said the bats got them, so no point in worrying about what happened."

Damian opened his mouth to cut in, but Danny continued, "And C, did they find my bag? I kind of really don't want to have to restart all of my homework again."

Damian sighed in defeat, resting his head on his hands as he leaned forward. "Danny," he breathed, his voice sounding pained, "you almost died. How can you just brush that off?"

Danny studied his boyfriend for a moment, actually taking in what he saw; his shoulders were tense, and he looked like a mess. His hair wasn't styled, instead, it was obvious he had been running his hands through it. His button-up shirt wasn't tucked in and was wrinkled in places, like he had collapsed into the chair and stayed like that for hours.

"It's not the first time," Danny admitted.

Damian's head shot up, his eyes wide as he stared at Danny. Glancing away, Danny continued, "My parents were... they loved us, they really did."

Damian didn't move, didn't even breath. Like if he moved even a single muscle, Danny would stop talking and run away. He was probably right, this was the first time Danny had ever spoken about them. He'd usually nervously brush off any questions and avoided the topic like the plague.

"But they probably shouldn't have ever been allowed to care for children." Danny loved his parents, and he knew they loved him. But there was no denying that jazz and he would have been better off raised somewhere else. "Mom's an experimental chemist. freelance. works on her own terms; said rules held back scientific potential."

The curtains were drawn, but sunlight still lit up the room. How long was he out? It couldn't have been longer than a few hours, considering Damian's eyebags, he probably pulled an all-nighter.

"The first time I died was a month after being born. She had been working all through her pregnancy, ignoring all the safety procedures. I was born with weak lungs, and my immune system was practically nonexistent." his parents hadn't taken the nurses seriously and brought him home, let Jazz play with him. It wasn't Jazz's fault that she had caught the cold and given it to him.

"They brought me back, but the doctors said I wouldn't make it long. My parents didn't worry too much. Dad claimed all Fentons were born a little weak. said I'd grow out of it." had even pulled out all the baby pictures from his family to show him, though Danny obviously didn't remember any of this. He'd seen the pictures again, after cleaning the house and snooping out of boredom.

"There were a few more close calls; honestly, CPS should have stepped in at this point, let alone the first time. Then there was the Accident." Funny how he hadn't been afraid of the risks, not afraid of death even when he stared it in the face. How could he? When he had known it his whole life.

"My parents had brilliant minds, inventing and creating all these amazing things. They'd been working on this project ever since they met in college. Only putting it down to explore other things that caught their attention, but always going back to it."

"They were obsessed."

Danny finally turned and looked back at Damian, watching as he clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white.

"obsessed with proving they were right. You see, they'd always believed ghosts were real." Danny rolled his eyes, glancing down and picking at his nails. "They'd been ridiculed by others for this belief, so they had set out to prove it. To prove to the world that they weren't just wasting their time. So they built a portal. After hundreds of research papers, thousands of tests of concept, and twenty years of calculations and engineering. They had finished it."

"But it didn't work." Danny didn't glance up, but stopped picking his nails and instead focused on studying the blanket.

"They had been working on this thing my whole life; they had even locked themselves down in the basement and skipped my birthday party just to finish it. All just to find out it didn't work. They had been so disappointed, so frustrated at it and themselves, they had dropped everything and walked out the door."

He might not fear death, but Ancients did he hate remembering it.

"I was upset and frustrated. I hadn't seen my parents in weeks, and then this stupid thing they had been so focused on didn't even work. I wanted nothing more than to lock that door and never look at it again. Maybe my parents would give up and actually spend time with us, their living, breathing kids."

"My friends had a different idea. I had been complaining to them for months about how busy my parent were and they wanted to see exactly what they'd been working on. So, against my better judgment, we went down into the basement."

Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had stood his ground, if he hadn't let his friends push him down those stairs.

"It was just supposed to be a quick look around, but Sam wanted a picture inside the portal. Said it would be so cool. She even went so far as to march over to get inside before I stopped her. I'd been in the basement plenty of times to know how dangerous my parents' work could be, especially when you're not being careful."

He could still remember how she had rolled her eyes, how Tucker had snorted and continued looking around. how neither of them had been careful of where they stepped.

"I suggested I be the one to go in, since she wasn't going to leave without at least something. She agreed, so I put on one of the spare protective suits just as a precaution and stepped inside. It was unnaturally silent and went farther than what my parents had been permitted to dig."

He still wasn't sure if the neighbors knew his parents had blocked off some of their basement as well or if they just assumed it had always been that small.

"I went about halfway back and turned to let Sam take her picture. She did, but said she wanted one further back. So I turned and continued walking, until my other friend Tucker shouted in surprise. it startled me and I tripped, catching myself on the wall to try and stop from face planting. I hit a button."

"My parents are geniuses, some of the smartest people I know. But they could get distracted, forgetting stuff they had just done or needed to do. There's no question where I got my Adhd from." Danny laughed, it sounded more like a huff, but he didn't care.

"They'd put an on button on the inside and completely forgot about it. It's not even in the blueprints, I checked." Danny grimaced, fiddling with his fingers, twisting them until they started to hurt and then letting go, just to do it again.

"They'd forgotten to unplug it; they had left it just waiting to be turned on. And I had pressed the button." Danny stared at his left hand, his death scar still visible after all these years. "Humans aren't supposed to survive that much electricity, let alone have a portal to a different dimension open right on top of them."

Humming, Danny glanced back at the window, frowning when he still couldn't tell what time it was. "You know the funny part?" he asked, still looking out the window. "They didn't even notice that I had died and rushed to the hospital. Too focused on the fact that their life's work had actually turned on. That they had proven the world wrong."

"I was in the hospital for weeks, the only ones visiting me were my friends and sister. No one knew how I survived." Danny turned and looked at Damian, a small smile on his face. "There have been more close calls after the accident, too many to count, really. But the point, Damian, is that at some point I had to get used to the fact that I could die. I've known death my whole life, and at this point I can accept it or break, and I've chosen to accept it and move on."

Damian stared at him, his eyes shiny as he closed them, "Alright."

"ok," he continued.

"ok," Danny echoed.

They sat in silence for a moment, befor someone knocked on the door. It swung open before either of them could respond, a familiar head of black hair coming into view.

"Hey, Dami, I got some coffee. I wasn't sure if you wanted anything to eat, but I grabbed some snacks just in case. How's-" Dick finally looked up, his eyes first landing on Damian who had silent tears running down his face and then over to Danny who was squinting at the sudden brightness.

"Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling? Any pain? Has a nurse been by yet?" Dick quickly recovered, smiling at Danny and shutting the door as he made his way to sit next to Damian.

Damian sat up like someone had dumped cold water down his back, turning his head to face Danny with intense worry. "I completely forgot to ask, are you ok? Don't lie, we can get a nurse to give you something for the pain."

Danny rolled his eyes. "I don't need more pain meds. What I need to know is what time it is. And if someone found my bag."

Dick blinked, lifting his eyebrow as he glanced at his watch, "it's nine in the morning. You've been out for ten hours."

"And your bag is right here," Damian added, lifting the mentioned bag up and then putting it back.

"Alright, cool. Now, when can I get out of here?" Danny asked, glaring at the IV on the back of his hand.

"I wouldn't recommend anytime soon, we still don't know what exactly happened to your wounds, and some of the bats want to talk to you about what happened." Dick cut in, raising his hands like he wanted calm danny down.

Danny frowned at him, rolling his eyes went he man only shrugged.

"Fine," Danny huffed, "I'll answer their questions, but that's it. I'm not staying after that."

"Danny," Damian tried, "I really don't think-"

"I was kidnapped and used in a ritual, somehow healed, have been sleeping for the past ten hours, and now I have to deal with a bat interrogation. I'm leaving. The only reason I haven't left yet is because you were obviously worried about me."

"I," Damian hesitated, sharing a glance with his brother before just nodding his head, "Ok. We'll leave, but I'd really prefer it if you stayed with someone. Just so we can make sure nothing went wrong with the healing."

Danny frowned again. Damian had been very non-confrontational this whole time. It was very unlike him. Usually, they'd have argued about five different things by now, yet he hasn't opposed Danny at all, not even about his textbooks (though he still made a comment on them). It was weird, but maybe not that weird. Danny had just died after all. Even if they didn't think he did, he'd still been stabbed on live video. Maybe Damian just needed some time. Yeah, that's probably it.

"I'll let them know your awake," Dick muttered, standing up and passing Damian the things he'd brought in.

~

Dick glanced at Danny before sending a sharp glance at Damian's phone.

nodding his head, Damian sipped his coffee and set it aside. making sure his boyfriends was distracted, he entered his password. Danny watched as Dick walked out and into the hallway, the door left open just enough to brighten the room. his boyfriends continued watching, obviously straining his ears to try and hear dick's conversation, just like he knew he would.

Tim: Still can't find anything on the ghost king. Dark is still offline. Barbera: The Cult leader's name is Gregory Johnson; he's been missing for over a year now. Only lead beforehand was some cryptic emails and some books on the afetrlife. Stephane: checked out their hideout, it looks like this was Johnson's first time running a ritual without a higher members guidance. they've done this ritual thirty seven times at this point, if the calader is accurate. Human sacrifices started a week after Johnson's joining. Jason: So the cult had been relatively harmless before he joined? Stephane: Looks like it. I'll have Duke go back and double-check, but I'm pretty sure he's the instigator. Tim: So what's different this time? Why did the ritual work? Damian: Because they actually had someone who checked all the boxes. Tim: is he awake? we still need to get his statement. Stephane: what boxes? Damian: Based on the other victims' statements, we know they had been looking for someone specific. A male with black hair, pale skin, who has encountered death multiple times in his life. Damian: We can infer that the cult had been choosing people based on their appearances, but they had no way of knowing if they had encountered death before. Danny has, therefore, the ritual worked. Stephane: well, shit. that sucks. Barbera: When has he encountered death? There's nothing mentioned in his medical file. An encounter with death would imply that he was close to dying, not just close calls.

Damian glanced up, then back at his phone. Danny had just told him he'd been to the hospital multiple times. His accident should be listed, let alone his hospitalisation soon after birth. Danny wouldn't lie about something like this.

Damian: Then the files were wrong, Danny had to be hospitalized multiple times. One of which he ended up staying for weeks on end. Barbera: the only way the files are wrong is if someone hacked into them and changed them. and since there's no evidence from what I can see, it's unlikely they've been hacked. Tim: yeah, why would someone even hack his file anyways? just to hide the fact he's been hospitalized? Damian: I don't know, they're just wrong. Barbera: Are you sure Danny wasn't just lying?

Damian glared down at his phone. He couldn't get mad at them; they're just doing what they've been taught. But Damian knows Danny, he wouldn't lie about something like this. he just wouldn't. Sure, he'd tell white lies about things, but never anything important.

"Damian?" Danny asked, drawing Damian's attention. Glancing up, he found his boyfriend watching him with worry. "Are you ok, you seem upset," he asked, his eyes tracing something Damian couldn't see. It's something Danny's done for as long as Damian has known him. He'd watch the air around people, like he could just see something they couldn't. Like if he watched long enough, something would happen.

Danny's eyes trailed slightly to the left, then up over his head and down again, subconsciously following something even he couldn't explain.

"I'm fine, just arguing with my siblings," Damian replied, shoving his phone back into his pocket so he could focus on Danny. He wasn't Robin right now, he was Damian, and his boyfriend needed him.

"Oh," Danny blinked, his eyes flashing green again just like they had earlier. Damian frowned, trying to figure out what caused it. they had flashed green when he mentioned his parents, and then green again when they tried to convince him to stay after Father's questions.

The door swung open before he could question it, his father's silent figure marching in, followed by Tim's.

Danny blinked at them, before gesturing at the chairs next to Damian, "Sure, barge right in without knocking. Just make yourselves at home, why don't cha?"

Despite everything, Damian couldn't help but smile. It was just like him to not be bothered by his father, to the point of giving disparaging remarks right to his face.

Next (to be written)

[owe-143]

you’re contributing greatly to the fandom I praise you. Anyways-

Either one. Cuddle chat with the saja boys or comforting them I need fluff for lease and thanks! Have a good day/night!

Comfort buddy<3

A/N: HAHA, THANK YOUUU. I really loved this movie. Like I need to contribute. Have a good day/night as well and ty for requesting (i already did cuddling head cannons so I chose the comfort one! also kinda a character analysis-)

Warnings: none I believe

Fluff☁⭐

Saja boys (seperate) x Reader!

Jinu!

-He makes it quite obvious when he's bothered or not doing well

-will lean on you figuratively and literally

-be patient with him. He'll eventually open up

-and when he does it's an entire vent session

-he needs you to reassure him that everything will be okay

-even if he doesn't believe it himself. Hearing it from you is enough

Abs

-doesn't often show that he is vulnerable and wants comfort

-usually does things out of the usual to signal he isn't okay

-I think he's extremely insecure and needs reassurance all the time

-NEEDS HUGS. CRAVES THEM💔

-compliment him. make him feel good about himself again

-don't forget to make him laugh. memes or jokes or whatever. just get him smiling again<33

Romance

-will literally have the worst anxiety or panic attacks

-he gets overwhelmed really easily so like be super patient and calm

-getting him a gift will definitely lift his mood

-acts as if the world is ending so you have to bring him back down

-gets pissed off with his emotions easily. like help before he throws something😭

-watch movies or shows together. Specifically something funny or relaxed

Mystery

-this man is silently fighting his own demons I swear

-Doesn't really understand the way he feels most of the time so he will ignore it until he finally crashes out

-first comes to you for reasons, like why the hell does he feel not good

-stroke his hair or hold his hands

-oddly very emotional when his feelings catch up to him. will be sobbing into your shoulder

-hold him real close. cuddle him tightly and make sure he knows you're there

Baby

-claims that he is fine when clearly he's not

-you sorta have to give him space before eventually comes looking for kisses and hugs

-give this man food, he'll be better in no time

-that confident facade eventually breaks where he explains all his worries and just needs you to listen

-will pout like a toddler while you coddle him

-maybe childish, but do something like colouring or doodling. he likes doing fun things with you

[cantpickyourgenre]

Can I offer up a different view? I actually think Buck and Eddie will NOT be sharing a bed while Buck looks for a place. I think they create a schedule and they buy an air mattress and Maddie is just like, "um why not just share?" like it's easy! Like it's nothing! And Buck stutters and turns pink and changes the subject even though his eye keeps catching on the air mattress and wondering why the idea of sharing a bed with his best friend makes him feel the same nerves he felt when entering confession. Meanwhile Eddie is complaining to Hen about how his shoulder is sore. And Hen is like "maybe you need a new mattress" and Eddie just chuckles and says, "oh, I'm sure it's less about the mattress and more about the air mattress I sleep on every other week." Hen just sort of squints at him and says, "oh I assumed you guys were sharing. Since that's what you did. During Covid. And it was fine then." And Eddie pointedly ignores the implication and moves on. But in his brain it's like...Eddie Brain: You CAN'T share a bed because he'll know. Also Eddie's Brain: Know what? Eddie's Brain: Don't worry about it. Also Eddie's Brain: Okay :) Yay <3 But eventually the team all has a night out and Ravi ends up coming back with them because he wants to finish talking to Eddie about where he should go to get new tires or some shit. And Buck is like sulking, making sure Chris is going to bed and cleaning dishes loudly. By the end of the night they're all a little tipsy, but not drunk and it just makes sense for Ravi to crash there. So he goes to the air mattress that he's been kind enough to NOT mention, but Buck is like "ummm, actually......" because he cannot he can't nope no way share a bed with Eddie. But it's Eddie's week and he doesn't want RAVI to either. But Ravi is like "hell yeah, I'll have a sleepover with Eddie, we can talk more about rock climbing and BASKETBALL" and Eddie is just nodding, happy that bedtime is on the horizon. But Buck is like "NO, you and I WILL share the bed, sorry Eddie air mattress for you" and Eddie says "No I will not, my back NEEDS this week on the bed" and Ravi says "NO I will NOT be sharing a bed or an air mattress or anything with you longlegs." They argue for like half an hour and everyone is getting cranky until Ravi finally decides he will sleep on the air mattress, Eddie will take the bed, and Buck will sleep on the couch. The next morning, Eddie is annoyed by the whole thing even though he too, is terrified of the bed sharing. So after Ravi leaves and Chris is distracted he's like fuck it, we're going to talk about it and he slides a glass of celery juice into Buck's hand and says, "hey, why can't we share a bed like normal friends could?" and well...I think we all know the answer to that.

[tiny-space-platypus]

Never really fit back in

aside part 1

(Stories that I just can't get out of my head but don't forget in main plot)

Damian and Danny act like feral fucking cats thrown into an enclosed room together. The others have learned quickly that the boys CAN NOT be left in a room alone together or they'll both end up bloody and bruised. Well Danny will end up blood and Damian will end up bruised. But! If someone else is in the room they are the sweetest brothers to each other. Laughing, jokingly, hell Damian smiles, but once they're alone all hell breaks loose.

It's worse than when Damian used to try and kill Tim. At least then he at least tried to be sneaky about it but with Danny? No, Damian will walk up to Danny and just stab him for no other reason than he can and Danny, Danny just laughs and takes the blade saying something like "it's in me so it's mine now" then going to throw Damian in a choke hold.

At first the family was worried and confused because why the fuck are they so aggressive towards each other?? Yeah the bats all stalked Danny, yeah the bats were almost about to destroy the Masters and Fentons but that's supposedly water under the bridge now. Danny said he wasn't mad at least, he just wanted to spend time with his brother again. SO WHY WE'RE THEY ALWAYS TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER??

Dick was the first to see this happen. Dick was with the boys, Danny and him making stupid jokes, Damian groaning, and they'd laugh. Then he left to grab snacks. Only to run back when he heard something crash, in the 5 minutes he was gone, Danny was impaled with a sword, with multiple batarangs sticking out of him! One was even in his eye!! Damian wasn't looking any better, black eye, split lip, bloody nose, and beaten to hell while Danny held him by the throat dangling him above the ground. Dick screamed and went to pull the boys away from each other which Danny allowed easily. When he asked WHY?? the boys only shrugged. Then began to argue about who kept the sword. Danny says it was in him so he should keep it and Damian saying it's his sword. Dick looked at the both of them and sighed taking the weapons for himself much to the protest of the boys. Now he had a head ache and a long conversation to have later.

Bruce almost had a stroke when he was told about it. He nearly fainted when he did see it for himself. HIS BOYS FOUGHT LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO KILL EACH OTHER. So now they couldn't be left alone together someone always had to make sure they didn't kill each other during their visits. Which is fine the Master's Manor was much more suited for their fights anyways hell maybe they could have their mother come watch them fight. It's been a long time since Danny has seen their mother after all.

The reason: That's the only way they know how to act together. They trained together when they were small and it's still just habit. Plus now that Damian knows none of his weapons can really kill Danny he goes all out to stay sharp, to Danny this is just ghost bonding. Ghosts do love fighting after all. Maybe one day he'll actually go full strength on Damian just for fun, just to see how his weaker, still mostly mortal brother will react. After all none of the bats have ever fought him in his ghost form.

Damian and Danny being left alone for 5 minutes:

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a beautiful little lie. [chapter 2] l Harry Castillo

Summary:  you are the personal assistant of Harry Castillo, a wealthy entrepreneur who asks you to go with him to his friend's wedding. there you meet your ex-boyfriend and things get out of hand

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, friends to lovers (maybe?), some wine, almost kiss, mentioning ex-boyfriend, Reader feels insecure

A/N: I'm giving you this chapter. Be gentle with me, please. I don't have much to say, except that I'd like to thank every single person who left a sign under the first chapter. I was afraid to write this, but with you it's somehow easier. Thank you,

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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"Harry asked about you." Susan leaned out from behind the monitor and looked at you over her glasses. "You're fifteen minutes late."

"I know!" you groaned, throwing your bag on the desk. "The whole street was jammed. I was texting him."

"I know, he told me. But he asked anyway." she smiled, reaching for the cup of coffee you brought her. "Thank you, honey. You know, that guy would die without you. Me too."

“He'll be fine. He's Harry Castillo, he'll always be fine.” You replied, trying to calm your breathing and smoothing your skirt with your hand. “How do I look?”

“Like you ran three blocks to get here.”

“I did!” you laughed, glancing toward the glass doors leading to Harry’s office. “Okay, wish us luck.”

You entered Mr. Castillo's large office and immediately noticed him talking on the phone, leaning against one of the windows. He nodded to you in greeting without interrupting the conversation, then pointed to the folder lying on his desk. You quickly put it in your bag.

“I could send a car for you,” he said, pocketing his phone, frowning. “Did you run here?”

“A lot of people run in the morning. Are we ready? Mr. McCullen should be in his office in an hour.”

Harry took his jacket off the chair and put it on. You quickly walked over to him and straightened his tie. "I'm ready now."

The offer had landed on Castillo's desk out of the blue, but it was so good it piqued his interest. Mr. McCullen's company was about to be sold, and Harry was considering buying it. You didn't have much time to prepare, since your sources told you there were a lot of companies interested. 

However, everything was going to go your way that day. You had arrived at the company building early, so you quickly mumbled, "I have to go to the bathroom," and disappeared down one of the hallways leading from the conference room.

You were already washing your hands when you heard a quiet sob in one of the toilets. You anxiously wiped your hands on a paper towel and cleared your throat. "Excuse me? Is everything okay?"

The sobbing came from the last stall, where you noticed a pair of shapely legs in red heels. "Ummm... Do you need anything? A tampon or a tissue?"

The stall door opened and a young girl with swollen eyes stepped out. She sniffled and blew her nose into the toilet paper she was holding. “You can’t help me…” she said in a hoarse voice. “Until you find me a new job.”

"Oh! You know... You shouldn't worry so much about work, it's just..." you started, but the girl rolled her eyes. You clearly didn't understand her at all.

“I should care, because I’m about to lose my job!” she groaned. “I’m only working for this company until the boss closes this stupid deal, and then he’s moving to Los Angeles. That idiot got himself into so much debt…” she shook her head. A cold chill ran down your arms.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. "Not Mr. McCullen, right?"

She leaned against the counter and wiped her red nose, then crossed her arms over her chest. “His company is a bottomless pit. He’s desperate to sell it, and the guy buying it is a fucking idiot. He doesn’t even know what he’s signing up for.”

It was your second run of the day, your footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as you made your way to the conference room, but then your heart stopped. Harry was already sitting inside with two other men.

Everyone was chatting happily, or so it seemed to you, because the men were sitting with their backs to you, and all you could see was your boss's face.

"You can't go in there now." the female voice rang out as you grabbed the door handle.

“I’m Mr. Castillo’s assistant,” you said firmly, but the woman sitting behind the desk just tilted her head, unimpressed, looking you up and down appraisingly.

"I don't care. I said you can't go in there."

You huffed angrily and reached into your bag. You clenched your hand around your phone and a moment later you were dialing Harry's number. He must have felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket because he looked up and saw you behind the glass wall. He shook his head slightly.

“Shit!” you hissed. You had to think of something. You pulled out your folder and grabbed the first sheet of paper, then pulled out a pen.

Harry's brown eyes widened when he saw the piece of paper in your hands that said "BULLSHIT! DEBTS!"

one year earlier

You glanced around the hallway and took a deep breath, clutching your briefcase like it was a lifeline. The pretty brunette sitting across from you smiled, but you were so nervous you could barely lift the corners of your mouth.

How were you supposed to compete with them? Each of the five women waiting with you outside the glass doors to Mr. Castillo's office was simply beautiful and certainly had excellent references. And you? Your inner critic certainly had her hands full.

An hour passed, a very long hour. You were alone now, and the woman sitting behind the monitor glanced at you from time to time.

"He won't eat you alive, sweetie." she finally said.

"Huh?" you looked up, looking at her with fear. "You think so?"

"I've been working for him for a few years now. Just be yourself, girl."

You looked down at your nervously twisted fingers. It wasn't good advice.

Finally the girl came out of the office and you were invited in. The office was spacious and brightly lit by the rays of the setting sun. Behind the solid desk you saw a man, he was already over forty years old, broad shoulders, a prominent nose and a charming smile. He looked up from the paper and you saw beautiful brown eyes.

Your name flowed from his lips. "Please take a seat, it won't take long."

You sat on the edge of the chair feeling like your soul had already left your body. Mr. Castillo was looking at what must have been your job application.

"You don't have much experience." he said, there was no disapproval in it, more curiosity. "Why did you decide to apply?"

You barely recognized your voice when you spoke. "Can I be honest?"

Mr. Castillo made a gesture with his hand as if he was encouraging you to do so.

"I need a job. I know I don't have much experience as an assistant, not as much as previous candidates, I'm sure, but it's either that or going back to customer service."

"Mhm." he mumbled, rubbing his chin with his finger.

“Mr. Castillo.” Brown eyes focused on you again. “You’re looking for an assistant. I spent over an hour outside your office and saw other candidates. They’re beautiful women with references, and I understand that I can’t compete with them, but… I’m hardworking, loyal, and a quick learner. If you give me a chance, I assure you that I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re not disappointed.”

“I like your energy,” Castillo murmured, leaning back in his leather chair.

“Yeah? It’s more like desperation.”

He chuckled, and you finally smiled back. You stared at each other for a few seconds until Castillo finally closed the folder in front of him and reached for his phone, signaling that the conversation was over.

"Thank you for giving me your time." he said politely. "We'll call you back."

You nodded, mumbling a quiet, “Thank you and goodbye,” before quickly leaving the office, your legs feeling like jelly. The walk to the elevator wasn’t memorable, nor was the entire ride down.

You knew you had fucked up this interview. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you wanted to wait until you were outside the building to cry. As you stood on the sidewalk, you took a deep breath and a sob tore itself from your throat. You felt pathetic, small, and weak. What were you even thinking, coming here, standing in front of this office? Fuck. You idiot.

The phone in your pocket vibrated and you rolled your eyes reaching for it, you couldn't even cry in peace anymore.

"Yes?" you said, not caring how you sounded.

“Hello, this is Harry Castillo. We spoke a few minutes ago.” A pleasant male voice spoke on the other end, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Would you be interested in starting work on Monday?”

“Mrs. Diane Kruger-Waltz will be here next week. She would like to meet with you.”

Harry handed you a glass of wine and sat down on the couch next to you with a quiet sigh. “Okay, let me know when she’s available. We’ll work it out.”

You took a sip and set the glass down on the small coffee table, then quickly typed something on your computer. It was a pleasant, albeit rainy evening. After returning from Mr. McCullen's, Harry met with his accountants, who confirmed the information you had received in the ladies' room. 

You both breathed a sigh of relief, this deal would cost the company millions and you didn't even want to think about what the consequences would be.

To celebrate this small success, if you could call it that, Castillo made a call to one of the best restaurants and ordered a takeaway. They didn't do that, but they made an exception for their regular customer. And then both of you, avoiding the slowly intensifying rain, hid on the couch in his spacious living room.

"Done." You announced, closing your laptop and putting it aside. "You should get your suit from the cleaners tomorrow morning. The sponsors' party starts at six in the afternoon, so you should be able to make it."

"I'll pick you up twenty minutes early, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready."

You sighed quietly and rubbed your forehead with your hand. It had been a long and hectic day. No wonder Harry had changed into sweatpants in search of comfort in his own apartment. Your clothes suddenly seemed extremely uncomfortable to you.

"What's going on?" he asked, feeling and seeing you shift nervously.

"Nothing. It's just... I'm tired, you know, every seam in my clothes irritates me." You mumbled.

"I already told you to keep something more comfortable at my place." you rolled your eyes and Harry chuckled "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not keeping my clothes in the boss's apartment." you replied, taking a sip of cold wine "That's unprofessional."

"Now this," he pointed at himself and you sitting on his couch, "that's professional, right?"

"Oh, never mind." you snorted but couldn't hide your smile and after a moment Harry also chuckled.

He liked spending time with you. There was something about it that made him feel free, like he could take off his tie and just be himself. Yes, he was a mature man, he knew his worth, but with you, a lot of things just seemed easier. Like he didn't have to pretend to follow rules and regulations. He didn't have that with other employees, only with you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did." you replied, and seeing his face you lightly nudged him in the shoulder "Sure, ask."

"What was between you and Daniel? Of course, if you don't want to, you don't have to answer, but I was wondering... You seemed really upset after you met him."

You were silent for a moment and Harry thought that he might have crossed some line. Maybe the question was too intimate, too personal. But finally he heard your voice.

"We met through mutual friends. He started as a lawyer, quickly climbing the career ladder. I did my own thing, you know, but I wasn't as flashy as he was. We were together for two years, I think..." you closed your eyes, wrinkling your nose slightly as if you wanted to remember something, Harry was silent, watching you

"I was really in love. I supported him in everything he did, I practiced what he was supposed to say with him, ironed his shirts and stuff like that. I totally gave myself to him... At one of the parties he met Beth. I wasn't there because I had to be at work, the boss wouldn't let me off. Beth is different from me, better than me, you saw it yourself."

You smiled, looking at Harry, but the corners of his mouth barely twitched. He was staring at you attentively, listening carefully to every word. You lowered your gaze. 

"Daniel started dating her. He didn't even tell Beth he was in a relationship... I found out by accident. It was like a slap in the face. We started arguing and he blamed everything on me... I believed him. I believed every word he said. I was in a bad place at the time." 

You fell silent again for a moment, those memories must still be hurting you. A little hesitantly, but Harry reached out and squeezed your forearm in a supportive gesture. You smiled slightly.

"Huh! We broke up, of course. Daniel got together with Beth, officially. She was and still is a beautiful woman by his side, now carrying their child. It took me longer to get myself together and now I'm here. I'm drinking wine with my boss and telling him the pathetic story of my relationship."

You wanted to laugh, but just like that time at the wedding, the laughter died in your throat. Harry leaned slightly towards you, his voice calm and soothing.

"Daniel told you that you were a lot to handle?"

You nodded and quickly put your hand to your cheek, trying to wipe away a tear unnoticed.

"I'm sorry." Harry said quickly, placing a hand on your shoulder and caressing you "I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's okay!" you replied quickly, although your voice trembled "I'm telling it for the first time in so long, huh, I thought I was over it. But it hurt a little when I saw him, with her, so happy."

"Yeah, I understand that."

You finally looked at him, smiling even though your eyes were slightly red from the tears that had gathered in them. Your hand found his, squeezing it lightly.

"It's okay, really. Don't worry. I'm even glad you asked. I haven't talked about it with anyone. It's good to get it off my chest."

"I still feel guilty." Harry mumbled.

"Unnecessarily, really." You drank the wine to the end and put the glass on the table. "It's a bit embarrassing, sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for anything. To be fair, Daniel should apologize to you. He shouldn't have done that, he should have been honest with you from the beginning."

You waved your hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter anymore, Harry. I'm in a different place now. I have a cool job, my boss is okay too. I manage somehow."

You both laughed quietly until silence reigned again. And then Harry decided to say what had been on his mind for some time. Maybe it wasn't the right time, but when would there ever be one? He was still holding your hand, you were sitting so close, and he felt like he had to get it out.

"You're not a lot to handle." You looked up at him, surprised. "To tell you the truth, I think it was my lucky day when you showed up in my office for the first time. Remember?"

"This is embarrassing too, Harry. Let's not go back to this." You said, the corners of your mouth twitching even though your eyes were still scared. You waited to hear what he was getting at and you felt fear welling up inside you.

"It wasn't your fault. And you're not a lot to handle. Don't even believe it. You're worth so much more..."

You stared at him as if enchanted. Harry had such wonderful eyes, you noticed it from the first day, and since then you reminded yourself of it every now and then. And in that moment you saw almost everything in them - care, sincerity, sympathy.

"Don't say that, or I'll fall in love with you." You joked, but he didn't laugh.

"Would that be so bad?"

Something tightened your throat when you saw him leaning closer to you. He was too close, your lips inches apart, his scent filling your nostrils. "I have to go." You blurted out quickly and jumped up, freeing your hand from his.

"I..." Harry began uncertainly, but you had already grabbed your laptop and quickly shoved it into your bag "Listen, I didn't want to..."

"It's totally okay!" you said a little too quickly and too nervously, throwing your bag over your shoulder and slipping your shoes on "I really have to go now."

Harry wanted to say something else, but his head was completely empty. So he just watched as you gathered your things, threw a quick "See you!" and headed for the exit, closing the door quietly behind you.

Harry fell onto the sofa and rubbed his face with his hands, letting out a quiet groan.

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