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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years ago

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VIII. we all fall down

✘ Synopsis : it’s been a week and your supplies are dwindling, leaving the guys with no choice but to want to go out to help you. You've told them no, but their drive to protect you is stronger than their drive to stay safe.

✘ Pairing : ??? x F!Reader

✘ TW : food shortage ; the guys being selfless ; attempts at comfort ; Heeseung starting to grow feelings ; reader slightly oblivious ;

✘ Word Count : 2.0k

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The first time they had tried to go on a supply run, it hadn’t worked that well. Not because they couldn’t find anything, it was mainly because you were terrified of them leaving. How could you not be? You didn’t want any of them to get hurt, and you didn’t want to be alone in your apartment, and you were already on the verge of having a panic attack just thinking of the potential people who could follow them back.

Jake had gone into your room to see if you were sleeping when they were about to go, the other guys had been in your living room gearing up with all of your cookware and cutlery. He thought he had been calm, but his demeanor had changed drastically, his aura completely different from what it had been during breakfast, so you called him out on it, and he started to stutter. Stammering over his words as he tried to come up with some bullshit lie that he himself knew that you wouldn’t fall for.

So you called it, and you quickly got out of bed and told them no. Sure, you needed more food, but they didn’t have to go now, they should at least wait, which in turn created another argument that no one really wanted to have, but for some reason Jay thought it was necessary. “So we’re just supposed to wait until all the food is gone before we go out scavenging? That’s fucking smart!” He voiced sternly, dropping down onto the couch and letting the frying pan he had been holding clatter to the floor.

“So it’s smarter to go out when everyone else is doing the same exact thing and they could follow you all back here?!” You screeched back, looking around at all the guys who had clearly not been thinking of that possibility, sharp breaths being taken between clenched teeth. “If you want to go out and potentially get yourselves killed, then I suggest you find somewhere else to stay at because I am not having my home attacked.” You finished, leaving it at that because there truly wasn’t anything else to say. You had made your point, and you weren’t going to elaborate any further, not when it wasn’t necessary.

Heeseung swallowed thickly, watching after you as you walked back over to your room, finding it to be the only place safe from the outside world and the living room that was constantly in its own realm of chaos from the guys. As soon as you were halfway through the door, he pushed himself up and followed you in, leaning against the frame as he stared at you, thinking of what to say, trying to find the words that would make you understand why they were planning on going out in the first place.

“We were doing it for you…” He murmured, his hands folded in front of his lap, his eyes on you as he calculated your reaction to what he had just said. “We’ve eaten a majority of your food, we’ve drunk most of your water… We’re doing it to repay you…” He elaborated, and while the sentiment was nice, he didn’t seem to understand the weight of it all.

You shook your head, drumming your fingers on your lap before smacking them down on your knees. “You can repay me by not dying.” You said matter-of-factly, watching as his doe eyes blinked rapidly. “Look… you’ve already been out there, you know what it’s like. I don’t need you to go back out there and risk yourselves just to get food. I’ve got enough.” Even though you didn’t, the thought of the guys, the thought of Niki, going out there was heart dropping, it had your stomach sinking and you wanted to vomit just thinking about what could happen to them. “Please…” You ended, your hands now clasped together as if you were praying to him, praying that he’d just listen to you, and he did, he nodded slowly, setting down the knife that he had been holding on your dresser with a soft sigh.

“We won’t… Don’t worry… We’ll stay here.” He whispered, turning his back without another word and heading back into the living room. “We’ll do it next week when she’s asleep.” He told the guys once he was far enough away from your room that he knew you wouldn’t hear him. “We say nothing about it… Just… Act like nothing is going on.”

A passing week proved to be maybe a little bit too much time of waiting, your supplies lower than you had ever feared they would be, and even the guys seemed to be worried about it, some of them skipping out on meals altogether so that another member could eat. “I’m sorry…” You choked out, watching as they scooped at the broth at the bottom of the pan. “I’ll try to go out and find-”

All the men let out a collective sound that was a mix between a grunt, groan, and shout at your words, their hands going up in disagreement. “No… It’s fine. You’re not going anywhere.” Heeseung said, his eyes scolding you silently for even thinking that you were going to do anything so drastic. “We’ll go check out the neighbors' apartments, they have to have something…” He said once you had sat back in your chair, your mouth pursed shut as you looked at him, but his suggestion had your eyebrows arching as you looked at him quizzically.

“You can’t… You can’t steal from my neighbors Hee…” You said, and while you hadn’t really ever known your neighbors, you knew from passing that they were nice people, and they clearly would never do the same thing to you. Heeseung on the other hand was slightly shocked by the nickname that he hadn’t expected you to use with him, the term almost sounding endearing if it weren’t being used to tell him no. “I’ll find something… I just need time.”

Heeseung shook his head, rolling his eyes as his neck went lax for his head to fall back and look at the ceiling as he let out a groan. “Can you just say okay to this one thing? It’s not like we’re going outside. Plus, your neighbors all left when this shit started. You’re the only one in this building…” He said, and the sudden fact hit you like a break, having you sinking lower in your chair. They had all left, and they hadn’t even checked in with you… Not that they should have, you didn’t know them, but you had just assumed… “I’m sure they left something… Blankets, beds… maybe even clothes. We’ll take whatever we can. You have nothing to worry about… So please… Just let us do this for you. There’s nothing to worry about.” He reached across the table and patted your hand, feeling the eyes of all the other members on him from the small gesture of attempted comfort.

Doing it for you almost made the guilt grow tenfold. They didn’t have to risk themselves for you, there was no reason to. What were you to them other than some fan that had crazily offered up her home? You were sure that they had thought you were nuts when the message had first come in, but even if they had taken that offer, they didn’t owe you anything for your act of kindness, but here they were, assuming that they did. “Only the neighbors…” You whispered, letting your head drop into your hands, your fingers tugging at your hair as they combed through it. “I swear to god, Hee… only the neighbors.” You emphasized your words, hoping that they’d ingrain themselves into his head. It felt like you were losing everything, your family, your sanity, and you didn’t want to lose them along with it.

Candles were set up neatly on the coffee table in the living room as the boys pulled out one of your board games, smiles on their faces as they watched you exit the bathroom with your own candle, your hair dripping and your t-shirt hanging loosely down to your knees as you looked at them. You didn’t know how long the water would stay on, so you wanted to enjoy having it for as long as you could before that was taken away from you as well.

“Do you want to play with us?” Niki asked, looking up at you with that familiar childlike glow in his eyes that only seemed to sparkle brighter with the reflection of the candlelight. “We found a couple loose coins in your couch, so we have enough pawns for everyone.” You couldn’t stifle the small giggle that left you, the sound of it seeming to put everyone in the room in a state of shock, as if they had never heard you laugh before. Were you really that miserable? Would it really shock them if you were? The world was ending, how could you feel anything other than negative emotions? Still, the mention of digging through couch cushions to find change brought you back to a time when you’d do the same just to have an extra player for board games, or when you needed that quarter to buy a piece of stale bubblegum from the machine on the way out of the grocery store. Things that seemed mundane and boring now held a sense of nostalgia that you wouldn’t get back.

“No no… It’s alright. You guys have fun… I’m gonna turn in for the night.” You waved to them, letting your eyes scan over their faces, some of them disappointed at your lack of eagerness to join, others looked indifferent, as if the only thing they wanted was to win. It looked normal enough, just a group of men sitting in the living room playing a board game. It was what most would do if the power were out. For the first time, it felt like a normal night… If only it was. “Make sure you blow out the candles before you go to bed… I’ll see you all in the morning.” You said softly, retiring to your bedroom and shutting the door behind you, settling into bed and for once since everything had happened, closing your eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep.

“Alright…” Jay said quietly, flipping over the gameboard that held a weakly drawn map of the city and the apartment building. “We hit outside first, and then we come back here and we go through the apartments. If anyone were to follow us, they wouldn’t come here, they’d follow us to the empty apartments and Y/N would be safe.” Everyone nodded in agreement, pulling out backpacks and duffle bags that they had found in your apartment while you were in the shower. “Whatever we do, we do not come back here until it’s safe.”

Heeseung nodded quickly, grabbing the knife that you had returned to the kitchen a week ago, the utensil snug in his grasp, although he was sure that he didn’t want to use it, and he didn’t even know if he’d be able to if faced with a reason. “We need to be quiet too… We can’t risk her. If she hears us leave, she’ll come following behind us, and I don’t want anything to happen to her.” He said, and again was met with the speculative glances of everyone in the room, glances that he didn’t quite understand, glances that he quickly wrote off with no real reasoning.

“I want everyone to stick together, no matter what.” Jungwon added, taking over the role of leader once again when things had grown silent, giving him a gap to speak. “There’s strength in numbers, and I’m sure our numbers are higher than others. We take whatever we can get, there’s no time for browsing or whatever, we take anything and everything that can fit in our bags and we go. Got it?” Everyone grunted in agreement, pushing themselves up off the floor and getting their bags on.

They weren’t sure if they’d make it back, the most any of them could do was hope that they would. As they headed for the door, Heeseung looked back at your closed bedroom door, hoping that you were sleeping soundly, that you were peaceful, and that when you woke up, you’d still see them there.

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lokifantasies · 3 years ago

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Stolen (Loki/Reader)

Loki can be very annoying – you figured that out once the two of you purposely conceived a child. Every morning, he would follow you around like a lost little puppy while you got ready for work – having this compulsive need to make sure you were okay – that you were feeling fine and not vomiting all over the place.

"Loki," you rolled your eyes while washing your face in the bathroom sink – the God of Mischief protectively watching you. "Would you relax, please?" you begged him, honestly getting annoyed with his antics. "You don't need to keep following me around."

Loki's eyes widened as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth. "What else am I supposed to do? Leave you alone? You're carrying my child, Y/N."

"This is also my child, Loki," you reminded him, your words slurring because of the paste. "You're stressing me out."

Loki let out a sigh, walked out of the bathroom, and then plopped down on the edge of the bed. You finished brushing your teeth, and you walked towards him – standing in front of him as he sat on the bed you and he share. "I'm sorry," he apologized, resting his head on the small baby bump that has started to show. "I just – I'm terrified of something happening to you...and our little one."

You ran your fingers through his hair and bent down to place a kiss on his head while he wrapped his arms around your waist. "I know you are," you comforted him. "You don't think I'm nervous?"

"I would be concerned if you weren't," Loki mumbled into your shirt.

You let out a chuckle. "The last thing I need is to feel constantly stressed out."

Loki planted a kiss on the small bump and looked up at you. "I'll try to relax."

"That's all I ask," you smiled, bending down to meet his lips halfway.

Two days – it's been two days since he promised to try to relax, and he's either not trying whatsoever, or he lied to you.

"You told me!" you yell at the god while he follows your angry stomping to the bedroom. "You promised me that you'd chill out!"

Loki scoffs. "No, I said I would try to relax," he reminds you.

Your head is about to explode – tears from your anger on the verge of spilling.

"Loki, you looked me in the face and lied to me," you grumble through gritted teeth.

Loki looks offended. "Really? You seriously believe I lied to you?" You throw your hands up in defeat and lock yourself in the bathroom – needing to get away from him in some sort of way. After a few moments of silence, you hear a soft knock on the door – a different sound from the sobs you're currently crying. "Please come out," Loki begs – hurt in his voice. You sniffle in response. "I'm -," he begins before sitting down with his back up against the door and letting out a sigh. "I'm scared to lose you," he painfully admits. You turn your eyes to the door – wondering if you should get out or not. Still, though, you remain silent – wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "When we were in the library," Loki continues to quietly speak from the other side of the door, "I, it took me a long time to accept that I wasn't dreaming." He lets out a fond chuckle. "You know that I've loved you for years – even as you slept in my brother's arms, and now – now...it's us. It's you and me – the little one you carry for us. There's a part of me that's convinced I'll lose all of this because...," he takes a deep breath, "because it wasn't supposed to be mine to begin with," his shaky voice finally admits.

You slowly get up from the bathtub and walk to the door, slowly opening it so that Loki doesn't fall backward. "That's not true," you manage to whisper – Loki looking up at you from the floor.

Loki stands up and grabs your hand – leading you to the bed and pulling you into his lap so that you straddle him. "It is true," he speaks quietly, wiping away any remaining tears you have. "I stole you...I,"

"I'm not property," you say, offended at his remark. "I chose you over Thor."

Loki gives you a sad smile. "Would we be where we are right now if I hadn't come to visit you in the library that day?"

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Just where would the two of you be if Loki hadn't come and literally sweep you off your feet? Would you still be living the unhappy life you had with Thor? "I don't know," you quietly shrug and look down at the small bump – your hands gently rubbing it. "But that doesn't matter...you did come, and you gave me the out that I was trying so desperately to find." You grab Loki's chin and make him look at you when he tries to look away. "You're my hero," you tell him, trying to get it to stick in his head. "You saved me from, what I believed, was a loveless, toxic relationship. I'm sure I would've left Thor at some point, and I'm willing to bet that I'd still end up here – with you – and our baby."

Loki's hand goes to the back of your head, and he pulls you down so his lips can capture yours. You let out a giggle when the two of you finally break apart – finally, his gorgeous smile back on his face.

"What's so funny?" Loki asks you, grinning as he tries to figure out what you're laughing at. While biting your lip and looking at him with seductive, lust-filled eyes, you move your hips so that you can feel the bulge that is undeniably growing in his pants. "Oh, really now?" Loki returns your sultry expression – his voice deepening as his arousal grows. His hands go to your belly, and you wiggle your hips against him once more. Loki closes his eyes, trying not to lose complete control, and he gently picks you up, so he can lie you on your back. Instantly, you bend your knees and spread your legs for him, and he begins to remove your pants along with your panties. His hand finds its way to your wetness, and his fingers begin to play as you explore each other's mouth. You grab fistfuls of his hair, and he pulls away from you – his eyes completely lust-blown and his expression hungry while his other hand softly rubs your baby bump. "I should have warned you about this little kink of mine."

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faithhopeloveandtherapy · 2 years ago

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Potty training Sibling was much more successful today (day 2), hallelujah! I think we might actually make it. I am up for going again tomorrow so that’s progress.

I am worried about the Baby. He has been intermittently vomiting for the last two weeks and has not been eating or drinking properly. We have had stomach bugs in the house, so it could all be that, except it just is going on and on for him, being ok one day and than randomly throwing up the next. I can’t remember if I posted about it, but I ended up taking him to A&E one evening last week because he had a really funny turn and went all floppy and lethargic. Then of course he perked up by the time we saw the doctor. I also want to get him weighed to check his weight because if he’s gaining ok then I’ll feel less anxious. But my Health Visitor always comes to the house so I don’t know where or when (or even if) the drop-in clinics are. Another thing I could try and track down tomorrow.

Maybe I’ll ring the GP and see if I can get him seen. I can’t do it tomorrow though because we already have three medical appointments tomorrow (Physio, Ultrasound, Psychological support), unless of course he seems more unwell tomorrow. Otherwise maybe I’ll ring on Tuesday.

I’m also thinking I should get the ball rolling on a referral for an autism assessment for the Baby but I don’t know if there’s a minimum age he has to be before he can be referred. He stims almost constantly, as well as his various sensory issues. Perhaps I’ll ask the OT when she visits on Tuesday.

For real, no wonder I am permanently verging on exhaustion and anxiety. Three little children so close in age and with so many additional needs between them. I constantly feel like I am missing something or overlooking something that I should be doing something about.

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pazumane-archive · 3 years ago

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Closing Time - Asahi x Reader

Characters: Asahi Azumane, female reader, original female character, small Taichi cameo

Relationships: Asahi Azumane x Reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, SFW but 16+ please

Warnings: Alcohol, general drunken shenanigans, emetophobia (mentions of vomit), bad language

WC: 6.4k

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is a totally self-indulgent bedtime-scenario-type story because there is simply not enough Asahi/Reader content out there and I adore him. It’s also my first time writing in 2nd person, so PLEASE feel free to send me any feedback, please just be kind :) I really don’t like to use y/n, so I only used it a couple times towards the end when I wasn’t sure what else to do lol

The preview begins with the bolded text below and fic continues after the cut :)

Reblogs appreciated! <3

You weren’t planning on getting this drunk. But by the time it got to be about 11:30, you didn’t know what else to do. You had put so much effort and energy into making yourself look nice just for your date not to show up. Your roommate was out of town, so instead of going home and pouting, you figured you might as well have some fun while you were out. But you’ve never been good at exercising restraint, and the fact that you were alone wasn’t doing you any favors. But by closing time had rolled around, you could hardly see straight. You needed help, so you call upon an old friend.

“Do you have anybody you can call for a ride?” Kawanishi asks.

Kawanishi’s the bartender at this izakaya, and over the course of the night, you spent most of the time talking his ear off. He’s nice enough, and held pleasant conversation for the last few hours. He says he used to be a volleyball player, and had even played on the same team as a one of the guys on the Japan National Team. You forget to ask him which school he attended, but he probably was tired of talking to your drunk ass anyway, so you don’t bother asking. “Yeah,” you say, digging in your purse for your phone. “Are you sure? I can call a cab for you if you need it,” he offers. “Nah,” you say, hiccupping between words. “I’ll call somebody. Thank you though.” “No problem,” he says. “Just try to make it quick.” You scroll through your phone, trying to figure out who to call. Your roommate’s out of town visiting her parents, so she’s a no-go. You could call Kokomi. Honestly, she would deserve the 2AM phone call for setting you up on this failed blind date in the first place. Ever since you moved to Tokyo last month, she was constantly trying to set you up with somebody, whether it was a friend, a coworker, or some rando that she had met on the train. Unfortunately, all of them were jerks. And this one was the biggest jerk of all. You silently curse yourself for going along with her antics again.

“He’s great, you’ll love him!” “You said that about the last three guys you tried to set me up with, Kokomi.” “Please!! You’ll never know if you don’t even give him a chance.”

Well, you gave him a chance. And it ended up with you all alone, drunk as hell in an unfamiliar part of the city. You dial Kokomi’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. “Bitch,” you mutter. You unlock your phone again and look through to find somebody that might be able to take you home. You scroll back to the top of your contact list, and your eyes settle on another name. He lives just a few blocks away, and knowing him, he’s probably awake working on something anyway. You click on his contact and wait for him to answer.

The exhaustion’s starting to get to him. It’s the weekend and he can afford to stay up an extra couple of hours to finish this design, but the combination of fatigue and frustration are taking over. He sets down his pencil and moves towards his bed, until his cell starts to buzz. He glances over at the clock on the wall. 1:49 AM.

Who could possibly be calling at this hour?

Asahi picks up his phone, surprised to see your name on the screen. His heart skips a beat in his chest, both from excitement and nervousness. Aside from his teammates, you’re one of the only people he bothered to keep in contact with after high school. The two of you had even met up a few times since you moved to the city, but he never would have expected you to call at this hour unless… unless something is wrong. “Hey you, what’s up?” He says, choking back a yawn. “Hiiiii Asahiiii! I tried to call Kokomi but she didn’t answer her phone… could you come pick me up?” Your voice is thick and your words are almost unintelligible as you speak. It’s obvious that you’re far from sober. “Where are you?” Asahi asks, failing to mask the anxiety in his voice. “Are you okay? Are you safe?” “M’fine,” you slur. “But I…” Suddenly the call drops. Asahi calls you back in a panic, his heart racing as he waited for you to answer. You could be in danger and he’d be powerless to help you. He doesn’t even know where you are. “Hello?” A man’s voice comes through the speaker. “Who are you? Where is she?” Asahi asks frantically. “Relax, man. I’m just the bartender,” he says. “Look, your friend’s next to me, but she’s on the verge of passing out. Can you come get her before she pukes all over my bar? She’s at Zoetrope. You know where that is?” “Of course, I’m on my way now! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Asahi says, grabbing his apartment keys and putting on a pair of shoes. He’s out the door almost immediately.

Kawanishi presses your phone back into your hands. Your head is spinning so fast that you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Is he coming?” you ask. “Yeah, he’s on the way,” Kawanishi says. “He’ll be here soon. Now do me a favor, don’t get this drunk the next time you come into my izakaya or I’ll have to kick you out.” “You’re kicking me out???” “Only if you start throwing up,” he says under his breath. “I’m not going to throw up!” you exclaim, suddenly becoming very aware of the churning in your stomach. You grumble, slumping over the bar. You squeeze your eyes shut, the spinning in your head only getting worse with every breath you take. You feel like you’re going to die, and honestly, between the embarrassment of being stood up and the wave of nausea coming over you, you’re ready to welcome that death with open arms. “Hey!” Kawanishi says, smacking the bar next to your head. “Your friend’s going to be here soon, don’t fall asleep or I’ll throw you out on the street myself.” “I’m sorry, Kawanishi-san.” You sit up slowly and cradle your head in your hands once more, trying to make the world stop spinning.

Please get here soon, Asahi.

Asahi sprints down the street as fast as he can towards the izakaya. He’s sure that he looks suspicious running down the street alone at night, but he doesn’t care. You’re in trouble, and he’s the only person that can help you. He finally makes it to the bar and hastily pulls the door open. You’re dressed beautifully, and your makeup and hair are exquisitely done. Unfortunately, the way you’re slumped over the bar makes it obvious that something’s wrong. He’s not sure what happened, but whatever it was, it must have been rough. The bartender gently helps you out of your seat, and Asahi can’t help but think that he looks very familiar. You straighten up and as soon as you make eye contact with Asahi, you perk up. “Asahi-san!” you exclaim, rushing towards him and almost falling over. You crush him in an unexpectedly tight hug. “Long time no see, big guy!” “I saw you three days ago,” he says under his breath. You continue babbling unintelligibly, and Asahi looks up at the bartender. “Did she close out her tab?” Asahi asks. “I took care of it already,” the bartender replies. “Please just make sure she gets home okay. She’s had a rough night.” “Yeah, of course,” Asahi says. “Thanks for helping her out.” “No problem.” Asahi peels your arms off him and starts to nudge you towards the door. Just before the two of you leave, Asahi stops and turns back to the bartender. “Have we met before?” he asks. “I played for Shiratorizawa. Didn’t think I’d see you again, Karasuno Samurai.” Asahi frowns slightly. He hasn’t heard that nickname high school, and it’s weird hearing it again now. “Right,” he says. “Well, thanks again. Have a good night.” Asahi leads you out of the bar and down the sidewalk. You hold tightly to his arm, stumbling over yourself. He braces you against his side, and you take this opportunity to tease him a little bit. “Do you like my outfit, Asahi-san?” you ask, pressing into his side. “Yeah, it’s really nice!” he answers nervously, turning his head to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. He’s not lying – you look beautiful, both your top and your skirt accentuating your curves in all the right places. But it would be wrong to say anything more than that while you’re in this state. That wouldn’t be fair to either of you. He brusquely clears his throat and keeps walking as soon as the light signals that you can cross. “I dressed up extra nice tonight, but it didn’t even fucking matter,” you grumble, your voice breaking slightly. Asahi either doesn’t hear you, or does hear you and decides not to say anything. “I’m soooo glad you’re here,” you say, drawing out your words even longer than you were a minute ago. “I’m sorry, this is super embarrassing! I should’ve figured this out on my own.” “It’s okay,” Asahi says. “How long have you been in Tokyo again?” “A month? I think?” “Exactly,” he says. “You probably don’t know your way around that much. I’d feel terrible if I wasn’t able to help you find your way home.” “Meh,” you say. “I’ve had the worst night of my fucking life, so maybe it would be better if I passed out in a ditch somewhere.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Asahi asks. “No,” you answer quickly. “Okay.” You start blathering again and Asahi has to practically drag you down the street behind him. The station just past his apartment has a train that can drop you right by your building. He can just take a cab back after he gets you home. He considers inviting you stay the night at his place since it’s right there, but he’s afraid of being weird, so he doesn’t say anything. The two of you come to a stop at the train station… which is closed. “I’m sorry,” Asahi says remorsefully. “I guess the train stopped running at midnight. I’ll call you a cab.” He goes to pull his phone out of his pocket, but you grab his hand before he can. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” you ask sheepishly. “I… my roommate is out of town. And I’m really not doing good right now. I just really don’t want to be alone.” Despite how out of it you’ve been since he picked you up, Asahi sees nothing but complete sincerity in your eyes. Tonight must have been really rough. “Are you sure?” he asks. “I’ll just sleep on the couch- or a futon if you have one!” you say, nodding. “Okay.” Asahi turns back towards his apartment and you follow closely behind him, not letting go of his hand the entire time.

Asahi helps you across the threshold of his apartment and sits you down on a chair by the door. “Asahi-san, you’re so handsome with your hair down like that,” you say, reaching up to twirl a finger in his long chestnut tresses. “And you’re loopy,” Asahi mutters, disentangling your fingers from his hair. Once again, he finds himself hiding a blush. He’s not used to being showered with compliments, and he knows you wouldn’t be saying this stuff if you were sober. He kicks off his shoes and kneels down in front of you, helping you take yours off. “How are you feeling?” he asks you. “Can I get you some water or a some–” “Why didn’t you ask me out when we were in high school?” you ask suddenly. “I think I made it pretty obvious that I had a crush on you. It’s all I could think about when you were holding my hand back there.” “I – I, uh,” Asahi stammers. You burst out laughing, startling Asahi. It’s that same boisterous laugh you’ve had for as long as he could remember knowing you. You were always self-conscious about it in high school, but your laugh has always been one of Asahi’s favorite things about you. Despite the fact that it’s at his expense, he’s glad to see your mood improve. Asahi considers your question for a moment. He really liked you too back then, and everyone knew it. Suga and Daichi constantly teased him for it.

So why hadn’t he asked you out back then?

Well, for a number of reasons. He spent so much of his third year focused on volleyball that he didn’t have the mental or emotional capacity for much else. He hadn’t even planned on going back to school after graduation until Nishinoya helped convince him to pursue his passions. He felt directionless, and he didn’t want to burden anybody else with his indecision. But most importantly, he was scared you’d reject him. Suga was right. He really was a coward. He’d dated a few people since high school graduation, but none of them made him feel the way you did, and they didn’t treat him as well as you would have. Which begs the question – why hasn’t he asked you out since you moved to Tokyo? He pushes the thought to the back of his mind. This isn’t the kind of conversation to be having when you aren’t even able to form a coherent sentence. Asahi’s thoughts are interrupted by your hand on his shoulder and a loud hiccup. “I should wash my face. Can I wash my face?” “Sure,” Asahi says, helping you stand up. You stumble forward, but he catches you easily and pulls you back to your feet. He quietly leads you to the bathroom and sits you down on the edge of the bathtub. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m a mess.” “No, you’re not. Hold on a second,” he says, opening the drawer under the sink. He pulls out a small package of makeup wipes and takes one out. He kneels in front of you and begins wiping the makeup off your face. “I know they’re not great for your skin,” he says. “But it’s better than nothing, right?” “Why do you even have those?” you ask between hiccups. “Do you wear makeup? I mean, it’s obviously fine if you do, but it doesn’t really seem like your thing.” “I don’t, but you never know when they’ll come in handy! I do work with a lot of makeup artists,” he says, somewhat defensively. You get the sense that he’s lying about something, but Asahi changes the subject before you can probe him any further. “So what were you doing there by yourself?” he asks. “It’s not safe to be alone so late at night.” Clearly this was the wrong thing to ask. All the negative emotions and thoughts you were having all even spring to the forefront of your mind, and you start to cry. Asahi starts apologizing profusely, but you wave him off. “It’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping a tear away from your cheek. “Kokomi was trying to set me up with one of her friends, but he never showed up.” Asahi sits back on his heels. Kokomi is another girl from Karasuno that ended up in Tokyo. She wasn’t in the same class as him, but he remembers how loud she always was in the hallways. Honestly, both of you were always loud, but you’ve always been much more considerate of others than Kokomi ever was. “Shit,” he mumbles. “That really sucks. I’m sorry.” “Yeah. It does suck.” Asahi grabs another wipe and asks you to close your eyes. You do as he says, and he lightly wipes off your eye makeup. He’s worked with enough models to recognize that you’re wearing false eyelashes, so he gently pulls those off too. You feel yourself start to wobble on the edge of the tub, so you grip his arm to steady yourself. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “It’s okay,” he says. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me.” “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” you ask suddenly. “Wait, what?” “I just… this keeps happening to me. Everyone always says that it’s because they’re not the right person for me, but it’s starting to feel like there’s just something wrong with me instead,” you say, choking back a sob. “I know I just moved here, but I’m just so lonely. I hate feeling like I’m not good enough.” Asahi tenderly wipes a tear from your cheek and cups your face in both hands. “Hey, look at me. There is nothing wrong with you,” he says sincerely. “That guy is an idiot and a jerk. If he had any idea how extraordinary you are, he never would’ve done that to you.” You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. You don’t feel like you deserve to be spoken to like this – with such genuine kindness and sincerity. Asahi makes you feel so good. So special. He always has. And he’s just so… tender, especially for somebody who looks as intimidating as he does. You wonder if those feelings from high school ever truly went away. You sit up straighter and try to smile at him, but your stomach flips unexpectedly and violently. “Asahi-san?” you ask, gripping his shoulder tightly. “Yeah?” he replies. “Toilet.” Asahi moves out of the way as fast as possible. You hunch over the rim and retch into the toilet bowl. Asahi quickly scoops up your hair and holds it behind your head as you throw up. “Please, just leave me,” you mutter. “I’m gonna fucking die here.” “I’m not going to leave you here and you’re not going to die,” Asahi says, gingerly picking up the last loose strands laying on your neck and holding them back with the rest of your hair. Your back tenses up again before you begin heaving once more. Asahi tucks his nose into the collar of his shirt, careful to make sure that he’s out of your field of vision. He wants to be there for you but he had a weak stomach himself and the sight and smell of somebody else’s vomit is something he knows he won’t be able to handle. You mumble weak apologies between hacks, but Asahi just ignores them and rubs your back gently. After what feels like an eternity, the churning in your stomach finally stops and you reach up towards the flush handle. The exhaustion in your body and heart finally begin to catch up with you, and your hand falls back to your side. “I got it. Do you think you’re done?” Asahi asks, coaxing you back up into a seated position. You nod, too tired to try to speak. Asahi quickly tugs his shirt back down from his face before you can see and closes the toilet lid. “I’m sorry,” you mumble. “Don’t be,” Asahi says, flushing the toilet. “I’m your friend. I want to help you. And I’ve already told you that you don’t need to apologize to me.” Asahi helps you sit on the top of the toilet and rises to his feet. “Don’t go anywhere,” he says, scurrying out of the room. Although your eyes are closed, you still feel your body swaying. More than anything, you just want to go to sleep. Asahi pads back into the room and presses a wooden cup into your hands. “Drink this,” he says, turning on the faucet. Even though drinking something is the last thing you want to be doing right now, you go ahead and lift the cup to your open mouth. Cold water passes your lips and washes away some of the disgusting taste in your mouth. It feels gross, but you force yourself to drink all of it. Asahi takes the cup from your hand and turns the faucet back off. You flinch at the feeling of a damp washcloth on your face. “It’s okay,” Asahi says gently, cradling your chin with his free hand and angling your face up. “Just cleaning you up a little.” You murmur in acknowledgement and Asahi continues to wipe your face down. You almost fall asleep sitting on his toilet, but he gently shakes you to keep you awake. “Stay with me for another minute,” he says softly. “You can go to sleep soon. You’re gonna be just fine. I promise.” His words and his voice are so sweet that you want to cry. A couple rogue tears drip from your eyes and onto his hands. “I’m sorry,” you say once more. Asahi sets the washcloth on the counter and starts to pull you to your feet. You struggle to stay on your feet, so instead, he carefully scoops you into his arms and carries you out the bathroom. You don’t care where you go, you just need to sleep. Asahi’s pretty certain you’re asleep by the time he deposits you on his mattress. Your chest rises and falls slowly as he pulls his duvet over you. He begins to make his way to the couch, but stops when he feels you grab his hand. “Please don’t go, Asahi-san,” you whisper. “Please.” You tug harder at his fingers and he knows he can’t refuse you. He ends up sitting on the edge of the bed holding your hand until you fall asleep.

As soon as your quiet snores permeate the silence, Asahi untangles his fingers from yours. He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face and he can’t help but let his eyes linger on your sleeping face for just a moment. The moonlight trickling through the window illuminates your hair and casts a silvery glow on your skin. Despite the awful night you’ve had, you look absolutely radiant. He feels himself blushing again, but he takes some comfort in the fact that he doesn’t have to try and hide it this time. Not while you’re fast asleep in his bed. He’s far too scared to admit it, even to himself, but he’s fantasized about falling asleep next to you many times before. But in those fantasies you weren’t drunk and crying over another man. Asahi sighs, stands up, and moves over to the dresser as quietly as he can. After setting a few things out for you, he goes into the bathroom, gets ready for bed and heads to the couch for the night.

By the time you wake up in the morning, you feel like you’re going to die. You can’t remember what exactly happened the previous night. The last thing you remember clearly was talking to the bartender about high school volleyball, of all things. Your head’s pounding, and your stomach aches painfully, screaming at you to please eat something. You don’t open your eyes, fearing that it would somehow trigger another round of vomiting. Eventually, you force yourself into a seated position and open your eyes. The bedroom you’re in is small, but pretty well-decorated. It’s decently tidy. The only mess is a few crumpled up clothing designs discarded on the floor next to the trash bin.

Designs? Did that mean?

You’re at Asahi’s apartment. In his bed. Your eyes widen in panic.

What happened last night?

You’re still wearing the clothes that you wore to the bar last night. And there’s no evidence of him ever being in bed with you. You reach over towards your phone, which has been graciously plugged in for you and set on the bedside table. That’s when you notice the note along with a sleeve of crackers and a glass of ginger ale.

Good morning!

There’s a set of clothes you can wear at the foot of the bed and a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. Feel free to take a shower if you want. Extra towels are underneath the sink. Please have something to eat and drink too. You’ll feel better if you do.

-Asahi

P.S. Please don’t feel bad. It’s okay.

You grab a few of the crackers from the bedside table and eat them, washing them down with the ginger ale.

Why does Asahi have to be so damn considerate? The whole situation is so embarrassing.

You contemplate just grabbing your phone and getting the hell out of his apartment, but you’re not going to pass up the opportunity to shower. You finish the last of the crackers, chug down the ginger ale, and grab the spare clothes at the end of the bed. You turn the doorknob as silently as you can and awkwardly creep down the hall towards the bathroom, stopping briefly to peek in the living room. Asahi’s fast asleep on the couch, clad only in pajama pants and a pair of fuzzy socks. His hair is down and messily splayed across the throw pillow he’s resting his head on. Quiet snores pass his lips. He looks cute. Your eyes trail from his face and down to his stomach. Despite quitting volleyball after high school, he seems to have mostly maintained his athletic form, except for a tiny little layer of pudge on his lower stomach. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile, until that little voice in the back of your mind reminds you of your place.

Quit staring, you perv! You need to get out of here!

You hurriedly continue down the hallway and jump into the shower as soon as you get into the bathroom. You think that maybe if you clean up fast enough, you can get out of Asahi’s apartment before he wakes up. However, as soon as you step into the shower, all worries about rushing out disappear into the back of your mind. You bask in the hot water, the steam clearing your sinuses and relieving some of the pain in your head. You silently thank the gods that Asahi actually uses conditioner, and not just 3-in-1 like most of the other men you were previously…. acquainted with. Although, it makes sense to you that somebody with hair like Asahi’s would have a strict haircare routine. As you shower, fragmented memories of last night start to come back to you.

Being stood up at the bar. Calling Asahi for help. Puking your guts out in his bathroom. Him carrying you into his room and laying you down on his bed. Him staying by your side until you fell asleep. You wishing he would’ve crawled into bed with you and held you through the night… Wait, what was that last part?

As soon as you’re done rinsing the conditioner from your hair, you step out of the shower and swiftly towel off. You find the spare toothbrush Asahi mentioned, take it out of the packaging, and brush your teeth with his toothpaste. The dry, gross feeling in your mouth is quickly replaced with a minty fresh taste. You slip on the sweatpants and t-shirt that Asahi left for you and dry your hair. Thankfully, Asahi isn’t as huge as most people make him out to be, so while the clothes he left out are a bit big on you, you’re not drowning in them. You’ll just bring them back some other day. You start combing through your hair, and that’s when you hear it – the sound of somebody padding around in the apartment. Shit. Once the footsteps quiet down, you rush out of the bathroom and towards the front door. Asahi eyes you as you scoop up your shoes, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Good morning!” he says kindly. “How are you feeling?” “I’m so sorry Azumane-san, it won’t happen again!” you say as you throw open the door and rush into the hallway. “Hold on, wait up!” he says as you pull the door closed behind you. You run all the way to the stairs at the end of the hallway and go to call Kokomi for a ride home. That’s when you realize that your phone is still plugged into the wall in Asahi’s room. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You turn around and trudge back towards his apartment. Before you can even knock, the door opens slowly. Asahi stands there in just his pajama pants, holding your phone out to you. “You shouldn’t leave without your phone,” he says. You thank him and take your phone, a blush creeping up your cheeks. You try not to stare at his bare chest, already feeling like a creep for ogling him while he was sleeping. “Your clothes are still in the bathroom, too,” he says. “I can go get them for you. Or I can just wash them and give them back to you another time if you want to leave.” “No, that’s okay,” you say, covering your flushing cheeks with the collar of his shirt. “I’ll get them. Can I come in?” “Of course.” Asahi steps out of your way and you head straight for the bathroom, avoiding looking in his eyes. Asahi never gets angry, and you know he wouldn’t be mad at you over something like this, but a lingering sense of shame still washes over you. You scoop up your clothes and leave the bathroom. As soon as you cross the threshold into the living room, the smell of coffee and frying fish washes over you. Asahi stands in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. In the time that you were in the bathroom, he put on a Black Jackals sweatshirt and threw his hair into a loose bun. “Do you want a cup of coffee?” he asks, smiling at you and pouring his own cup. “It’ll help with the hangover.” You stand there and ponder his offer for a moment. Sensing your hesitancy, Asahi suddenly turns back to the stove and mumbles something that you can’t quite make out. “What did you say?” you ask. Asahi rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’s had since you were kids. “I don’t mean to pressure you to stay or anything! I just thought it might help for you to have something more than crackers and ginger ale.” “You’ve done plenty to help me since last night,” you say. “But I’ll take that coffee if the offer is still on the table.” “It is!” Asahi says a little too enthusiastically for his own good. You can’t help but smirk as you take your seat at the kitchen table. Asahi pours you a cup of coffee and slides you a bowl of the rice and fish he made. You thank him quietly and start to eat. He slides into the chair across from you and eats his own breakfast, eyeing you carefully. “What?” you ask after catching him staring. “Since when have you ever called me Azumane-san?” he asks. “I don’t know,” you mumble into your coffee mug. “I didn’t think we reverted back from first name basis,” he says. “I thought we knew each other better than that.” “I don’t know,” you say, a devilish smile crossing your face. “Care to explain why you actually had those makeup wipes in your bathroom drawer? I doubt your makeup artists are coming over to your apartment.” Now it’s Asahi’s turn to blush again. “My ex-girlfriend left them here,” he says. “Felt like a waste to just throw them out.” “Ex-girlfriend?!” you exclaim suddenly, startling Asahi and causing him to drop the wipe on the floor. “I didn’t know you were seeing somebody!” “Yeah,” he says, throwing the wipe in the trash and grabbing a fresh one. “We broke up a while before you moved to the city. She left a bunch of her stuff here and refused to come pick it up. I think she was just too embarrassed to see me again. I got rid of most of it a while ago, but I kept some of the more… uh, utilitarian things.” “I’m sorry,” you say sincerely. “Why did you break up?” Asahi feels a slight pang in his chest. He met his last girlfriend through his job. She was nice enough, and things seemed like they were going okay until he showed up at her apartment to surprise her for their 6 month anniversary, only to find another man in her bed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you say. “It’s fine. She cheated on me with some other guy,” he says, his expression darkening. “I think they’re engaged now.” “Shit,” you say. “What a bitch.” “Woah, settle down, it’s okay –” “No, it’s not,” you say firmly. “You deserve someone way better than that. Somebody that treats you with the love and respect that you deserve.” Asahi knows you’re right, but he doesn’t really want to press it. That whole mess had done a number on his mental health, and he really doesn’t want to burden you with his emotional baggage. He adjusts his glasses again and forces a smile. “You know, you should really take your own advice,” he says. You try to think back on what you had said to him last night. The details are fuzzy, but you remember crying. A lot. Instead of answering him, you shovel down the last of the rice and fish. “Thank you for the meal,” you say. Asahi smiles and nods at you before beginning to clear the dishes away. You stand up and stop him, insisting that you clean up yourself. As you finish drying the bowls, your phone buzzes. You check it, only to see a handful of missed texts from Kokomi.

Ono Kokomi [8:32} Hey!! Sorry I missed your call. How was he? (°◡°♡) [9:14] That good? (^.~)☆ [9:18] Or that bad?! (;;;*_*) [9:57] HELLO?? (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ [10:32] ARE YOU ALIVE?!?!?! 〣( ºΔº )〣

You roll your eyes and quickly type out your response.

Y/N [10:33] Yeah, no thanks to you. (￢_￢;)

Ono Kokomi [10:34] Was it really that bad?

Y/N [10:34] He didn’t even show up. (╥_╥) [10:34] Azumane picked me up at 2 AM because I was too drunk to go home alone. I stayed the night at his place. [10:34] Speaking of which, can you come pick me up? Not really in a state to take the train and I think you owe me one.

Ono Kokomi [10:35] (⊙_⊙) [10:35] Spill. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N [10:36] There’s nothing to spill. I threw up in his bathroom and he slept on the couch. Can you just answer my question please? (҂` ﾛ ´)凸

Ono Kokomi [10:36] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m on my way, lovebird. (￣ε￣＠)

“Everything okay?” Asahi asks. “Yeah,” you say, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Kokomi’s going to come pick me up.” “Are you sure? I can take you if you want,” he offers. “Yeah, she’s already on her way,” you say, setting the bowl down and turning to face him. “Besides, you’ve done more than enough for me already over the last twelve hours.” You silently pick up your things and walk towards the door. Asahi rises from his chair and awkwardly clears his throat. “Do you have all your stuff?” You nod and smile. Before you open the door, you approach him and wrap your arms around his waist. He shyly hugs you back, hoping you can’t hear the rapid pounding in his chest. “Thank you, Asahi,” you whisper. “You’re amazing.” You let go first and leave his apartment quietly. As soon as the door closes, Asahi walks back into the living room and flops down on the couch. He covers his face with his hands and groans. This morning was almost too much for him – seeing you in his clothes, eating breakfast together, you hugging him before you left. It was all so painfully domestic, and he wishes it didn’t have to end. If only he wasn’t such a coward, he would’ve asked you to stay longer. He doesn’t know how long he lays there until he finally decides to get moving for the day and finish that piece he was working on when you called last night. He checks his phone and sees your name pop up on the screen.

Y/N [11:00] I’m home. Thanks again for babysitting me last night. Whatever did I do to deserve you as my guardian angel? ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ [11:00] Or was that Noya-san? I forget. (^ω~)

Azumane Asahi [11:01] Lol. You’re welcome. And that was what we called Noya in our club days, but I don’t mind you calling me that too (* ^ ω ^)

Y/N [11:03] Let me make it up to you. [11:04] Come over for dinner tomorrow night?

Asahi almost drops his phone on his face. His fingers fumble as he types his response. He waits a moment before sending it, rereading it ten times to make sure he doesn’t come across as desperate.

Azumane Asahi [11:07] I’d love to. Do you want me to bring anything?

Y/N [11:08] That’s not necessary. I owe you a nice dinner. [11:09] You still like tonkotsu ramen?

Azumane Asahi [11:10] I do!

Y/N [11:11] It’s a date! See you tomorrow! (☞°ヮ°)☞ ☜(°ヮ°☜)

“You said nothing happened last night,” Kokomi says, staring over your shoulder at your phone. “Nothing happened, Kokomi. Now leave me alone,” you snap, tossing one of your throw pillows at her. She deftly catches it and plops down on the couch next to you. “Please,” she says, swatting you with the pillow. “The only reason you two haven’t gotten together is because you’re the densest people on the planet. I bet he’s flopped down on his couch right now thinking about how he doesn’t even want to wait that long to see you.” “Shut up,” you grumble. Kokomi’s phone rings and she quickly checks it. “Anyway, I have to go meet Kaito,” she says. “Got to go. Let me know how your date goes!” She waves and practically skips out the front door. You lay down and start making a shopping list for ingredients for tonkatsu ramen. As soon as you’re done, you set your phone down and cross your arms over your face.

“I bet he’s flopped down on his couch right now thinking about how he doesn’t even want to wait that long to see you.” No, Kokomi. That’s me.

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salt-is-a-terrible-currency · 3 years ago

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Hi there! Congrats on reaching your milestone. I love reading what you write and am always super excited when I see you post.

I've always done a lot in school, course load wise, and have been feeling burnt out for a long time, but I've made it this far and can't do much else but keep going. Lately I'm so stressed and constantly on the verge of breaking down. If you have time I would really like to request some comfort from Din and Grogu. Maybe something where the reader has always been a hard worker, taking a whole bunch on their plate. Din and Gorgu are worried about them but don't know how to help or what to do until they finally breakdown from the stress. Then the boys jump right into action.

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense this is my first time requesting something and I don't know how to do this 😅. I know this is kind of a long request and you feel free to do it whenever you get the chance.

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Thank you! I loved writing this request for you :)

So this ended up becoming more of a oneshot than a drabble. My mind just took this idea and RAN with it. I hope you'll like it!

Din Djarin x gn!reader

Words: 1 555

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst and fluff, reader is stressed and has anxiety, mention of insomnia and bad food habits

Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @brightlycoloredteacups @omgreally @spacedadmando @startrekkingaroundasgard @anjodedesgostoeerros @xleiaorgana @dankest-farrik @littlemisspascal @placeinthemiddleofnowhere

Rest

There’s a thousand things you have to do. Wash the little one’s bed linen after an early morning vomit, scrub the fresher, help Din with the repairs and with restocking supplies. Your body is sluggish though your mind is working at lightning speed as it tries to not only remember all of the tasks that need to be completed but also planning how to do them in the most efficient way. You’d blame your sluggishness on a night of poor sleep, say that you’ll just get to bed a bit earlier tonight and wake up as spry as ever tomorrow. But the truth is, you can’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep. Can’t remember the last time you didn’t wake up with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Still, you press on. You loathe the idea of just being dead weight on the ship so you make yourself useful. It’s not long after putting the child down for his post-lunch nap that Din appears in the small sleeping area.

“Cyar’ika,” he says in his modulated voice, low so as to not wake the little one again “could you help me with cleaning the pulse rifle? Karga moved up the meeting so I have to leave early.” Another thing on your already long list. Your shoulders begin to droop but you are quick to correct them, straightening yourself and putting on your biggest smile. Din needs your help and you want to provide it.

"Right," you say, as bright and chipper as you can "Of course." The helmet tilts to the side. Observant, suspicious.

"Are you okay?" Din asks after a moment’s silence.

"Mhm." You reply, even though some part of you knows that that’s a lie but you force those thoughts back into hiding. His fingers curl and uncurl in a repetitive pattern, he shifts his stance and nods in the general direction of the cargo hold.

"Cyar’ika, you know we aren't that low on supplies. We can wait a few more days," Din begins and you bite back a sigh, moving to walk past him as he continues speaking "I'll clean the fresher after the meeting. There's really no need to do everything-"

"I don't have time for this right now, Din." You snap. His hand stills, floating in the air just inches away from your shoulder. He doesn’t understand. It’s not just that you want to help with all of the everyday tasks required to keep the Crest and Din’s and the child’s lives running smoothly, nor is it as simple as saying that you do chores because it makes you feel like you deserve your spot in the little family that the three of you have built together.

It’s also that if the fresher is left until tonight the knowledge that it’s grimy will be occupying your thoughts all day, and that if you don’t go get supplies today as soon as the market opens you might not be able to get those sweet fruits that the child loves and then he’ll be inconsolable which in turn will leave even more work for you and Din every time you go to feed the little one. You’re so caught up in the rapidly spiraling thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re shaking. Din steps closer but he lets his hand fall back down as if worried you’ll snap again if he touches you.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Though he says it like a command, there’s nothing harsh or demanding about his voice. Just genuine concern and soft encouragement to speak your mind. You hold on to your thoughts for another few moments, eyes squeezed shut as if that will make everything go away, but eventually you cave.

“There’s too many things to do.” You murmur, still half-turned away from Din to hide the tears that are threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. There’s the sound of shuffling boots like he’s shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You don’t have to do them all.” He makes it sound like it’s so simple, like you can just choose to skip out on doing things because they are boring or stressful. There’s a careful hand at your elbow and then Din is pulling you, spinning you, back into his chest so that he can look you in the eyes. His gloved thumb comes up to wipe away the tears.

“Every time I get back from a hunt and see all of the things you’ve managed to get done I‘m amazed,” he says and in spite of your emotional state you latch on to the sliver of praise “And a little concerned because I don’t see how you’re able to sleep and eat and just enjoy yourself while doing all of these chores.” Your hands twitch at your sides and you can feel something like a grimace pull at the corners of your mouth.

“I don’t.” You confess. His head rocks back as if you’ve physically struck him. It takes him a moment to process and when he’s done his words come out in a tone so high pitched that you almost burst into laughter.

“You don’t sleep or eat when I’m out?” It’s not funny, it really isn’t, and you bite back the laughter.

“I’m not starving myself,” you say instead, defensively “I just forget sometimes. And sleeping is- it’s difficult.” Going to bed early, all of the herbal remedies and the blackout curtains that you set up to keep even the control panel lights out at night doesn’t seem to help. Most times, it takes you hours to fall asleep. And on the few nights it doesn’t, you always wake up soon after and then comes the agonizing process of going back to sleep. Din’s arms tighten around you and he begins to sway back and forth like he’s trying to get you to dance with him. It’s nice. Your head tilts forward to rest against his shoulder.

“What can I do?” He asks, voice low and gravelly again. You shrug at the question because you genuinely don’t know. You’re the good one, the hardworking one, you’ve always been that way and such you’re not accustomed to others asking how they might help you.

“I don’t know.” The silence stretches on and then, just as you think Din is about to speak, there’s a familiar gurgling sound coming from the hammock where the child should be sleeping. Of course, he’s not asleep. Whether it’s your and Din’s conversation, or just his general reluctance to nap, the little one is awake and studying the two of you with big, bright eyes. You manage to take half a step forward before you’re stopped by a hand on your shoulder.

“I have an idea.” Din says. With the kid cradled in one arm, he begins to move about the sleeping quarters. He pulls at blankets and pillows, gathering them all into a pile on the floor while the child babbles and you observe. In a matter of minutes, he manages to create a comfortable looking cot that you suspect is meant to fit all three of you.

“Sit.” Din orders, and you do. You can’t help but run your fingers along the blankets. It’s not a long term solution: there’s no way of closing this bed off from the rest of the ship nor any way to secure the child should the ship be hit by something but for now it’s a way for all of you to lie down next to each other. The sleeping space you usually share with Din is small enough as is, if the kid were to climb in as well it’d be impossible. Din gets down next to you, the child secure on his lap.

“We’re going to rest together. If this little womp rat starts to fuss you’re going to let me deal with it. When I leave for the meeting I’m taking him with me so that you don’t have to take care of him,” here is where you go to protest but Din speaks over you “I’ll stop by the market afterwards and get only the absolutely necessary supplies to last us another couple of days, and when I get back you better not have scrubbed this place from head to toe because that is my chore.” He leaves no room for argument. You open and close your mouth a handful of times, intending to refuse this deal, but each time you remain silent. Din looks at you like he’s daring you to disagree. It’s in the set of his shoulders, in the way he cocks his head. You huff and puff and pout but in the end you agree.

“Fine.” You say and Din nods in approval. He gingerly sets the child down between the two of you and immediately a little green hand reaches out to clutch at the front of your tunic, something that seems to comfort him.

“Rest, cyar’ika.” Din murmurs. You wipe the fresh batch of tears away and reposition, lying down with your head in his lap and the child curled against your chest. Din pulls a blanket over your form, runs a thumb down your cheek in a soothing gesture. And for the first time in months, maybe even years, sleep comes easy.

#asks #1400 followers celebration #din djarin fic #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian fic

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so-manybees · 2 years ago

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The longer i go without my adderall the worse everything gets lmao. After having it for 3 years, even thought I wasn't on a perfect dose yet, going back to not having it has me so fucked up. Not only am I back to not being able to function like a fucking person, I now know what it's like to be able to do that, and I'm just even angrier at myself for not being able to. And on top of that my psychiatrist also refused to refill my antidepressant this month until I can get an appointment with her. But A) I would literally rather eat my own foot than deal with this woman ever again but trying to switch to a different provider in this office is such a fucking process that it hasn't been finalized yet and B) how the fuck am I supposed to remember to do that when you took away the one thing that helped me remember to do things?

The withdrawal symptoms for effexor, for the record, are so bad that I cannot function EVEN MORE because I constantly feel like I'm about to faint or vomit or both! I keep having to leave work early because of it! I asked again to get a refill to tide me over until my appointment, because I think I have one set now (lmao every time i set it now they tell me oops we were wrong that isnt available try again). I was told "I'll let you know this afternoon!" well its 11pm so :/

I'm just crabby because I went from being as close to neurotypical functioning and emotional regulation as I've ever been right back to being a hot mess because of someone ignoring the treatment plan I've had for literally 3 years because she didn't like it. I've been on the verge of a genuine tantrum for like 4 hours now.

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queen-pudi · 4 years ago

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Cuteness Overload

Hello! So I’ve never written a fic before and English is my worst subject in school but when I realized I read every single fic on this app for Fire Force I got sad so I made this. Please enjoy and if you like it maybe I’ll make more! Also thank you to @seashellsandshores for getting me into Fire Force, proofreading this for me and overall being a great friend!! She is a much better writer than I am so please check her out!!

Viktor x Reader

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Being a new recruit to Company 8 was something you thought you were prepared for but apparently weren’t. You were a little shy in the beginning but over time you warmed up and created a family within Company 8. Sure most families don’t have siblings getting attacked and kidnapped by a cult every 2 weeks but it’s still a family nonetheless. Your power was the ability to use your hair as any sort of weapon you want. It was a little hard to get used to but once you got the hang of it was super useful on the field.

However, you still had a hard time controlling your power, especially when you were flustered or nervous. When you were a bit flustered like most people you’d blush but sometimes you’d been known to get so hot your cheeks would go up in flames. Sometimes going as far as your hair catching on fire and wrapping yourself in a cocoon.

At first, it was annoying but overtime you got used to it, and overall most of your shyness was just you trying to avoid having to explain why you were having a mini bonfire on your face. You had been doing a great job until Viktor showed up.

When he joined Company 8 you just about burst into flames. In your eyes he was perfect. He was everything you wanted, witty, smart, kind, and extra points for the height and that beautiful head of hair

When he first came to Company 8 he wanted to learn as much about everyone as he could. This meant he wanted to set up appointments to meet with each and every one of you guys, this obviously including you. Due to your condition and his overall, well everything, you were dreading this moment. You had gotten better at hiding it but normally you weren’t going to be as close as you were with him. It was just going to be you and him with all his attention on you.

“SHIT” you screamed, at the mere thought of talking to him you had burned your pillow and effectively rendered it useless. Sighing you threw it with the other ones and went to get a new one.

Viktor saw you as an enigma. You had been actively avoiding him ever since he came to the company. Only ever speaking to say Hello or goodbye or “Arthur accidentally stabbed himself with his sword again” You barely even made eye contact with him and he was starting to get curious. He knew he could be a bit eccentric but you haven’t even spoken enough to see that side of him.

Truth be told he also fancied you. He thought your quiet nature was cute but he also found it fascinating how you became so confident and fierce when you were in battle or when you were in a meeting. He wanted to get to know you but every time he got close you’d dodge him or go off with someone else.

He was patient though because he knew his time would come where he could sweep you off your feet and impress you with his intelligence.

While you avoided him for a while it was finally time to have your meeting with him. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were like a walking radiator at that point. It’s amazing how you aren’t a puddle right now.

After standing outside the lab door debating the consequences of just quitting and joining the circus you finally gained the courage to knock. Before you could though Viktor was already opening the door on his way to find you

“Y/N! I was worried you wouldn’t show up!” He exclaimed just a little louder than he wanted to and instantly regretting it once he saw you flinch

“Well, I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to improve on my abilities!” You said trying to come off confident but ultimately failing when your voice started to crack. You walked into his makeshift lab. It wasn’t perfect but it would do for now. You observed all the equipment like a child, curious on how it works and what it was used for.

You stopped when you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You turned and saw Viktor looking at you with a dopey grin. You spun around fast, feeling your face warm up not even a minute into this and you were already on the verge of erupting.

For the first 5 minutes, it was an awkward silence. While he took your vitals you were trying not to turn into hades as he was just inches away from your face. He was trying to scramble for something to say. (All that brainpower and he can’t even think of a dad joke smh)

“Well it looks like you are perfect!” he said after finishing the first round of tests. You knew he meant you were in good health but to hear him call you perfect was enough to set your cheeks blazing. You were scrambling to calm down before he took notice of your predicament

The next test was just accessing your abilities. Show all the things your hair could do and so on. Nothing really interesting, although you did burn a hole through the wall and almost gave yourself some wicked whiplash.

For a while he was chalking this up to the uncomfortable setting of him constantly probing you with tools and questions. After a while though he started to worry it wasn't the setting that was making you uncomfortable but him.

Viktor tried to make conversation but all he would get was a few chuckles and some nodding. It was starting to get to him. He knew he wasn’t as sweet as Shinra or as Attractive as Obi but he thought he was good enough in the looks department and overall a pretty nice guy.

The meeting eventually came to a close and he had just about enough of your lack of response. As you were on the way out he just couldn’t help himself

“I’m sorry but am I doing something wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, you stopped in your tracks and looked at him in confusion

“No you have been great-” “ Then why won’t you talk to me, hell you barely even look at me!” He cut you off. He was frustrated at this point, and rightfully so.

Thinking back on it you had been a bit ruder than you intended to be. While trying to keep your distance you had basically ignored him. It was almost as if he was just another wall to you.

“I have been trying to talk to you for weeks only for you to avoid me at every chance you get. I was hoping to maybe establish some sort of friendship during this meeting but you have been ignoring me and when you do acknowledge me it’s with short responses and nods. You don’t have to like me but at the very least you could pretend for a second-” He blurted out.

He hadn’t intended to word vomit all at once but he couldn’t help himself. He was a curious creature by nature and he needed to find the answers to all these questions he had.

“It’s not that I don’t like you, it's just the opposite! I just…” you trailed off you had noticed that in his state of frustration and your panic you 2 had inched closer to one another. Your faces just within inches of one another.

Ultimately it was too much and you could stop your cheeks from flaming up. Viktor backed away in shock wondering why you didn’t mention this before. Before he could ask what was wrong you had cocooned yourself in a little hairball out of complete embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to! You are just so nice and smart and I just get so flustered when you are around! I want to get to know you but then this happens and I’m sorry-” you were trying to calm down but you just kept getting more embarrassed causing your cocoon to heat up more.

Viktor was just in awe. Besides the fact that you were in the process of turning into a human butterfly, he sort of found it adorable. This combined with what you were saying he was also in the process of burning up

“Y/N! It’s ok! I’m not mad!” he said in an attempt to calm you down “I actually think it’s sort of cute” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. This intrigued you enough for you to calm down so that you could look at him, cheeks blazing an all.

“Really? What’s so cute about me turning in a human lighter?”

Viktor laughed while taking a seat next to you “I find everything you do cute when you laugh and your nose crinkles; cute when you yawn and instantly cover your mouth with both hands to hide your face: cute, and when you turn into human torch from fantastic four when you get embarrassed: cute” he confessed

You slowly cooled down and let your hair unravel. You mustered up all your courage to look at him. Your cheeks were still emitting flames but not as bright as before. He gave you a soft smile which you returned. You don’t know how it started but slowly you 2 started to lean in. Lips just a breath away from each other until

“Viktor Y/N its time for dinner…” Hinawa said, bursting into the room. You and Viktor bolted away from each other, flames starting to engulf your face. Hinawa paused, processing the scene that was in front of him.

“Lieutenant this is not what it looks like! I mean it sort of is but it’s also no-” You screamed frantically

“When you two are done making out can you please join us for dinner. Afterwards we can discuss workplace romance and fill out the proper paperwork.” He announced while on his way out.

Mortified you wrapped yourself up into a burrito and ran out the room. Left in the lab was Viktor who looked just about as red as you, wearing a lovesick smile, “Like I said: Cute”

#viktor licht #fire force #fire force viktor #fire force imagines #fire force x reader #enen no shōbōtai #enen no shouboutai viktor #enen no shouboutai x reader

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marvelobsessedteenager · 4 years ago

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Playing Cupid

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff?? Hopefully lmfao, a sprinkle of angst, My Best Friend’s Wedding Spoilers? (edit: cuRSING LMFAO COMPLETELY FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE)

Summary: You’ve been playing Cupid your entire life, setting people up left and right, and have never put much thought into who would be your eternal soulmate. That is until you met Tom Holland. But you don’t know if he feels the same way you do, and you only find out when someone else decides to be your matchmaker.

A/N: Heyo! First fanfiction piece and mAN am I nervous, haha. Enjoy? Also, the scene that I’m talking about below is linked for those of you that haven’t seen the movie :)

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“I don’t know what to say, y/n/n. I’m going to look like a div and-“

Not wanting to hear Harrison’s complaining, you quickly pinch his lips in between your fingers and shush him, “First of all, you already look like a div and that’s pretty much never going to change.”

Haz rolls his eyes and grunts as you continue, “Second of all, it’s just a conversation, Haz. Amelia’s pretty chill and is probably the easiest person to talk to. You’ll easily fall into conversation with her. You guys like the same things, why do you think I chose her out of all the girls?”

Ah, yes. That was your job after all. Well, not a job job, though you wish you’d get paid for setting people up with each other. You’d be a billionaire before you reach the age of 25.

But it was your job as a friend to be like a bachelorette for others and help them reach the love they crave. It was quite simple, really. Harrison claimed it had been a gift you were born with - a power sent by the gods above. It seemed like everyone you’d pair up ended up thriving as a couple.

Perhaps it really was a gift, and you were destined to you use it for good.

Right now, you, Haz, Tom, and Harry were inside a cafe giving Harrison the pep talk before his blind date. Amelia was practically your best friend - besides the three dumbasses you were currently with - and was constantly grumbling about not being able to find a guy she genuinely likes. When asked about her interests, you noticed they were strikingly similar to Harrison’s, who was, coincidentally, also single. Ergo, you set them up, knowing they’d be the perfect couple.

“Now,” you run your hand through his untamed hair that he’d spent hours stress-tugging, “Go out there and talk to her. You’ll do great, Hazzy.”

He stares at you intently, blue eyes boring directly into yours, clouded with immense fear. You could tell he was on the verge of backing out, so you take this as your chance to lighten up the situation.

You sigh as you fix his collar while maintaining eye contact, “I’d totally be in love with your dazzling ocean eyes but you’re not my type so stop staring at me, and go stare at her.” You tease and look up at him through your eyelashes, tilting your head towards where Amelia was sitting, waiting for Harrison to ‘arrive’.

He chuckles, “Right. How could I forget?” He gives you a sly smirk, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “Your type is everything Tom is.”

He pulls back fast enough to catch your fleeting eyes and the slight blush that crept up on your cheeks at the mention of your crush.

Well, less of a crush and you’d admit, you’re maybe, slightly, completely and utterly in love with Tom.

Harrison, the one who’d introduced you guys - stating ‘fate has brought you two together’ - effortlessly guessed that you were head over heels for Tom. He even began calling you ‘Cherry’ whenever he saw you go red at the mention of his best friend.

Your friendship began when you went to your local pub for a light drink with one of your closest co-workers. She’d spotted a cute guy whose eyes never left hers, even from across the room. A pub quiz was starting in a few minutes, and you’d told her that that was her chance to go and see if the chemistry was as real as it looked.

Of course, being the good friend she was, she immediately tossed that idea out the window.

“I can’t leave you here alone,” she’d said. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for you to convince her to go. With the quiz starting in a couple seconds, you searched around for a lonesome guy and spotted Harrison.

You downed the rest of your scotch and strutted over to confidently sit beside him.

Before he even got the chance to speak, you opened your mouth and blurted out everything in a word vomit: “Hey, I’m y/n and my friend’s watching because I told her that I’d talk to you and start up a “romance” since that was the only way I could really push her to leave me to talk to the guy that she’s had her eyes on so please just shake my hand and we’ll sit here and talk or do the quiz or whatever the fuck you want, just go along with it?”

You ended it with a lopsided smile, your hanging hand awaiting his own.

Luckily, he’d laughed it off and clasped your open palm. You and him got on like a house on fire, and instantly became close. Later on, he introduced you to Tom.

You never believed in love at first sight, but, fuck, Tom sure was a sight.

“Oi, hurry up, it’s hot as shit in these disguises,” Harry whines as he tugs the collar of his hoodie, interrupting your train of thought.

You shake your head, “Anyway,” you clear your throat, “Remember, it’s just a girl.”

He closes his eyes, chest rising as he takes a deep breath and nods, “It’s just a girl.”

“Attaboy,” you turn him around and push his shoulders, “Go get her, tiger.”

You take a seat with the boys at a booth that was directly in the sight of your friends with Amelia’s back pointed in your direction. You watch with pride as Haz rolls his shoulders and walks over to Amelia, politely touching her arm. He sits in front of her and starts up a conversation, and has her shyly tucking her hair behind her ear and giggling.

“So,“ Tom says lowly, making you jump slightly at the sudden close proximity, “we just sit inside in these ridiculous disguises and watch them?”

You gasp, offended by his words, and playfully slap him across his chest, “These are not ridiculous. they’re fool-proof.”

“Right. ‘Cause no one wonder why we’re wearing hats and sunglasses inside. And it’s totally normal for the three of us to be hiding behind our menus.” He mocks, sending you a quick wink that would’ve made you weak to your knees had you been standing.

“Shut up Thomas, let me concentrate.” You giggle, pushing his face away, despite the gnawing feeling of wanting him even closer.

For an entirety of 3 excruciatingly long hours, you intently watch the couple, paying extra attention when they finally - finally - stand up to say goodbye.

You gasp as Harrison charmingly holds her hand and plants a kiss on it. You grab both Harry and Tom’s cheeks, shoving them into yours as you squealin delight, “It’s working!”

You feel Tom smile into your cheek, “You love playing Cupid, don’t you, y/n/n?”

“Oh, you bet. It’s kinda sad I don’t get to shoot people asses with an arrow to get them to fall in love but the reaction is enough to satisfy, I guess.”

Harry and Tom let out a loud laugh as you watch Haz walk Amelia out and return to the group with a dreamy smile.

“I take it it went well, didn’t it lover boy?” Harry cocks an eyebrow, as Haz jokingly punches his arm.

“She’s so..perfect. Honestly, it’s- I’m literally speechless. I asked her if she’d like to go on a second date and she said she’d love to.”

You grin widely at the revelation and was about to say how proud you are when you receive a text from Amelia, and immediately check to see if she was right. To your horror, she was.

You facepalm and slide your hand down your face as you bring your eyes to meet Haz’s, looking at him in disappointment.

What a fucking idiot.

His face drops, and he tenses, instantly panicking, “What? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something? Did she say something?”

“Haz, honey.” You smile sympathetically, “Maybe next time, check to see if your fly is down before the date.”

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When the four of you return home, you cross out Haz’s name from the list on the whiteboard, and happily clasp your hands together as you turn to face the trio.

“All right, Haz’s mission has been a success.”

Harry snorts, “Yeah, even if she saw the Spongebob Squarepants underwear. Tell me, which character did she see? Sandy or Mr. Krabs?”

Harrison lets out an exasperated sigh while Tom and Harry high-five each other, “I told you guys, I was in a hurry this morning and this was the only one left.”

You let out an amused giggle but stop when Harrison glares at you and clear your throat. “Children,” you lightheartedly scold with an accusing finger, “settle down, it’s not that funny.”

“Yes, it is!” Tom manages to say through his wheezing, and your heart squeezes at how adorable he looks when he throws his head back in laughter.

“Anyway!” You yell, rolling your eyes, successfully grabbing the boys’ attention, “I believe it’s Harry’s turn” you turn to smile mischievously at Harry, who was now cowering in fear.

He fidgets in his seat and profusely shakes his head, “Oh, no, no. I’m good, honestly.”

“Harry, I’ve seen you cry while watching Bride Wars and cuddling a life-sized teddy.”

“So? It’s sad.” He mumbles.

“It’s a comedy, for god’s sake.” You frantically dismiss the subject, "Look, I’ve already found the perfect girl. Her name’s Sarah, she goes to the University of Arts, London, and has the same interests as you. Plus, she’s super smart, which should come in handy, especially for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You chuckle, waving your hands around.

He shoots daggers at you before his face shifts, and you can practically see the light bulb go off in his head, “You know, you keep talking about us guys getting girls, but what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Cupid fell madly in love with Psyche. If you’re Cupid, there must be someone you fancy. Isn’t there, Cherry?” Harrison grills you, and you figure this is his way of getting back at you for calling the boy’s attention to his zipper.

“Uh,” you gulp, mind completely blanking. For the first time in your life, you practically had no comeback. No snide remark. No sass. Nothing. Your mouth went dry as your eyes briefly connect with Tom’s. He clenches his jaw and bows his head, trying to keep his lid on his simmering jealousy at the thought of you liking someone.

Someone besides him.

See, Tom was also completely head over heels for you. But because of your personality, it was hard to tell whether your flirting was just a part of you, or if you were genuinely into him.

There was always an unspoken spark between the two of you, and even if it was regularly being pointed out by friends and family members, neither of you have talked about it, nor confronted it.

It was just..there. Existing in every space, no matter the time, and though the both of you longed for one another, the profound fear of rejection and stepping over the ‘friendship’ line terminated the thought of any sort of engagement from both sides.

You simply dismissed the electricity in the air with a white, yet massive lie: “We’re just friends.”

“Well, this Cupid isn’t done with her job just yet. I still have to work on Tom, too.” You stupidly point out, mentally facepalming. Why would you say something like that?!

Great, you thought, I just forced myself to set up the love of my life with some girl and watch him happily fall in love with her and then he’ll get married and have kids and-

“I’ve..actually already got eyes on someone.”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?” You raise your eyebrows, flashing him an incredulous look.

“Yeah, I like someone. I might even be in love with her.”

“Oh.” You slap on a plastic grin before anyone notices your crest-fallen face, rapidly blinking away the tears that have gathered in your eyes, “I’m..happy for you.”

You feel hot flashes run down your spine and your heart shattering into multiple little pieces, each bit slicing your lungs until you felt like you were suffocating. You couldn’t help but feel like an idiot, once succumbing to the hopes of maybe, just maybe, he would’ve fallen for you, too.

But, then again, who were you to get your hopes up? It’s Tom. There was no way in hell he would’ve wanted someone like you.

You clear your throat to try to get rid of the massive lump that was lodged in your airpipe and give him a humorless laugh, “Well, I guess you’re off the list, too.”

You turn and bit your lip, supressing the tears that were just on the verge of falling as you cross his name out. You sigh and make up an excuse to leave the boys’ curious stares, saying that you needed to go shopping for groceries and snacks for the upcoming movie night that you suddenly dreaded.

Maybe you should grab an extra bucket of ice-cream for yourself.

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“Heyo! I got double the amount of snacks because I know you fat fucks will probably focus on the food rather than the mov-“ You look up and furrow your eyebrows at the unusual sight of an empty and peaceful living room. You couldn’t help but feel your heart lighten just a bit. Maybe you really need some alone time to think.

“In here, darling!” Tom’s wavering voice calls out from the kitchen.

Or, no alone time.

Regardless of what happened a few hours ago, butterflies erupt in your stomach at the nickname before you attempt to shake them away, telling yourself he wasn’t yours, berating your body at its inability to control itself. You sigh, placing yet another plastic smile, and stroll over to the kitchen.

“Hey, Tommy. Where are the rest of the dudes?”

“Just you and I today, love.” He beams, and you could’ve sworn you caught a glint of impishness in his eyes as he walks back to the living room with a large pizza box in his hand.

But, no. Again, he isn’t yours.

Though that didn’t stop the fire in your chest to grow with curiosity, nor did it stop the thoughts of something special happening tonight. Maybe a confession, your brain hoped.

Oh, great, you roll your eyes, now my mind and my body are betraying me.

You feign a sigh and look down at your arms that were filled to the brink with snacks, “Well,” you shrug, “can’t let the snacks go to waste.”

Once you were sure his hands were empty, you drop all the snacks on him, giggling when he threw his fists up, ready to punch.

“Y/n!” He lightheartedly rebukes you.

“Sorry, my love.” you mockingly apologize and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, “I’m gonna go get changed.”

You run out into your room before you see his reaction and slam the door, placing your head into your hands, mouth dropping at what you’d just done.

Did you just kiss him?!

Wait, no.

Don’t get ahead of yourself. It was just a kiss on the cheek. A friendly kiss, no less. It’s not like you made out with him and told him you’re madly in love with him.

Wonder what would’ve happened if I went a little to the left and- no. No. Get a grip!

“Why can’t my body understand he doesn’t like me?” You whine in annoyance.

After putting on your comfy pj's, and cursing yourself underneath your breath, you waltz back into the living room, situating yourself at the other end of the couch, ignoring Tom’s confused gaze. Usually, there was not a single sliver of space between the two of you, but you figured tonight you’d have to control yourself.

“So, what’d the boys pick out?” You wonder out loud, trying to get rid of the tense awkwardness that settled in the gap between your bodies.

“Some movie called My Best Friend’s Wedding and- why are you sitting so far away?” You jump a little at the quick change of subject within a sentence.

“Wh-uh,” You stammer, rummaging through your brain for an excuse, “I might have a fever?” You state, though it comes out as a question. You add a fake cough to cover up for your lame excuse.

Tom stares at you skeptically before rolling his eyes, “You suck at lying. Come here,” He pulls you by your arms and places them around his waist while his circle your shoulders. Your typical position.

You felt confused. He liked - possibly loved - someone, yet continues to cuddle you and give you pet names. It felt like he knew something, a very specific secret, and was toying with your emotions.

He offers you a slice of pizza when he saw your dazed expression, which instantly melted away as you began eating.

Neither of you focused on the movie, too busy moaning and eating away at the delicious pizza. Blindly, both of you reach for the last slice, resulting in mild hand-to-hand contact that set your body on fire.

You slowly look up at each other, eyes alight with warmness, before you narrow yours and snatch the slice away, “Mine!”

Tom seemed to snap out of his daze when you made a run for it, “Hey! That’s my slice! Y/N!”

He staggers to his feet, immediately running after your giggles that led him to the kitchen, where each of you was on opposite ends of the island.

Your lips curl into a menacing smile as you slowly bring the slice to your open mouth.

“Don’t,” Tom warns, gradually inching towards you.

“Or what?” You challenge.

“I..won’t talk to you for a week!”

With pursed lips, you look down at the slice, pretending to contemplate your decision before you shrug, “That’s not even a punishment-“

In a quick moment, you feel your stomach flip as you squeal and hit a hard surface, only to realize that surface is Tom’s rigid back. He’s currently holding your thrashing self over his shoulder, arms tightly gripping your legs.

“Put me down, you buffoon! I do not enjoy being this close to your ass!”

“Oh, please. Anybody would kill to be in your position.” He begins his walk back to the living room when you realize the slice laid face down on the ground, completely forgotten by Tom, but not by you.

You gasp loudly, attempting to reach for the idle pizza that seemed to be getting farther and farther away, “Wait, Tom! The pizza!”

He laughs and throws you onto the couch and lays on top of you, head on your chest. You pout and hope and pray to the gods above that he doesn’t hear the wild thundering of your heart.

You’re at the part of the movie where Julianne takes Micheal somewhere secret to confess her feelings towards him, and a snide remark casually slips from your lips.

“Those glasses make her look like Yzma from Kronk’s New Groove.”

“Oh my god, I can’t unsee that now.” He chortles wholeheartedly, and you feel the vibrations from his chest rattle your body. A jolt of love and happiness surges through your veins. His laughter was like music to your ears. You would listen to it all day if you could.

God, you’re so in love with this boy.

“Why didn’t she tell him before the wedding?” He questions after calming down, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You huff out in slight annoyance and pause the movie, turning your head to look at him, “Did you not just hear her whole rant?”

“I still don’t understand it, honestly.”

“Well..would you?” You ask, slightly afraid of the answer. You knew this question was a loaded one, that this wasn’t about the movie anymore. That is was time to confront him about what was killing you inside.

He furrows his brows, obviously caught off guard, “Would I what?”

“Um,” You suddenly sit up, body facing his, “Let’s say that we’re best friends-”

“You’re saying we’re not?” He cuts in, jokingly placing a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

“-And you’re in love with me.” You roll your eyes, despite the ache in your ribs resulting from the intensity of the banging of your heart. I’m actually doing this, you think. “You’ve been in love with me for a while now. But you’re scared that I might not reciprocate those feelings. Would..would you tell me anyway?”

You knew that that was not the plot of the movie, nor was it the reason Julianne didn’t tell Michael. This was your plot now. Your story.

He blankly stares at you for a moment before he speaks, “Well,” he starts off softly, grabbing your hand, and for a moment, you fear this might be his way of letting you down easy, “Maybe I do want to risk it. If I want to let you know, maybe I’d set something up. We’d be at home, alone, watching a romantic comedy that seems to almost match our issue. But, maybe I don’t want their ending. The one where one ends up heartbroken and the other marries someone else.”

His gentle eyes finally meet yours, and you feel yourself softening, “And maybe I’m hoping you don’t want their ending, either.”

At last, you feel most of your insecurities melting away, knowing he felt the same way you did. He cautiously inches towards your face, and you do the same, lips merely centimeters away when-

“Wait,” you push at Tom’s chest, causing him to look at you with wide, panicky eyes, “So, I was the girl you were talking about earlier?” You wince, just an ounce of anxiety lingering.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head lovingly, “Yes, you dumbass.” He goes to lean in again, and you stop him. Again.

“Wait, wait, wait.” At this point, Tom closes his eyes and huffs in frustration, “Did you just spoil the ending for me?” You ask with wide eyes, staring at him in disbelief.

“Oh, for the love of-“

He crashes his lips into yours, and you freeze for a moment before melting into him. He pulls at your waist until you’re practically straddling him, lips never detaching from one another. They move in sync, almost like they were merely made to fit and function as a unit.

Just when it was getting heated, you reluctantly pull away when you hear a ruckus near the front door.

“YES! WHO’S CUPID NOW?” Harrison barges in, pumping his fist in the air.

“You set this up?” You disbelievingly question in between your pants.

“Well, I did most of the work.” He smirks and shrugs his shoulder, just as Harry appears from the doorway, punching him in the arm, “I helped, too.” He grumbles.

You glance at Tom and your eyebrows shoot up, lightbulb instantly going off in your head, “Wow, guys.” You praise, voice dripping with slick sweetness, “I can’t believe you finally got me and Tommy together. Now I can finally kiss him whenever I want and call him whatever I want.”

“Isn’t that right, babycakes?” You dramatically coo, cradling Tom’s red face in your hands.

His eyes light up as he finally gets it and plays along, “That’s right my cuddly-wuddly.” He murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss.

You titter into the kiss when you hear gagging noises accompanied by “Ugh, gross!” And “Get a room!”

Tom pulls away, resting his forehead on yours, “I love you.” He whispers, almost afraid to break the fragility of the situation.

“Likewise, movie star.” You tease with a suppressed smile.

He shakes his head and lovingly rubs small circles on your waist when you hear Harry’s booming voice, “Why is there a dead pizza slice on the ground?”

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