#i feel you anon T~T need a Moon hug myself…

[magicicephoenix]

🌙✨ @ Moon I really need a hug rn!!!!! (Sobbing/u know why)

😭😭😭

(Girl Anon, who lives in US)

he’s got you.

[sunboki]

hi august!! it’s 🍭 anon from your blurboki blog!! i just had the worst shift of my entire life. i had to close my whole store down by myself after working 12 hours at two different jobs while running on two hours of sleep and i was so behind that i was there an hour past my scheduled shift. if you have the time, could you give me headcanons of how skz would comfort a stressed reader coming home from work and breaking down in front of them;( my boys are the only thing keeping my sanity right now. i hope you’ve had a good day today, and your mom is so cute for those minsung texts<33

🧷 SKZ COMFORTING YOU AFTER A STRESSFUL DAY

・ including. ot8

・ warnings crying, nicknames, mental breakdowns, angst

note. rushing to write this as fast i can because you deserve it for being so unbelievably sweet and incredible. you’re doing amazing i hope you know that, and please, even if it’s hard to make time while being so busy, make time to take care of yourself, okay? i recommend watching episodes 33, 52, and 61 of chan’s room, they’re some of my favorite comfort watches <3

CHAN hates when you cry. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could still perfectly remember how your voice had shook, looking so utterly sad and broken and it made him feel like everything was his fault—that he should’ve done better. Better at protecting you, caring for you, everything. Not like he didn’t before, just better. Urging you to take deep breaths and listen to him as he spoke, he pulled you into his chest, helping calm your frantic heart down. “It’s going to be okay, listen to me baby, you’re okay.” Chan whispered, soul splintering into pieces from your fragile hiccups against his t-shirt, sounding so fragile and pained. Oh what he would give to kiss all your worries away, hug you close to him for eternity—till you never felt this way ever again. He would. He’d stay here all night—no, his entire life—if that’s what it took.

MINHO kicked his feet as he walked back to your place, plastic bag filled with snacks from the convenience store swinging aimlessly beside him. Though suddenly his phone began ringing, face lighting up upon seeing your number. “Jagi~ did you miss m-“..Min.. can you come home faster please? I really need you right now.” Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d never stopped in his tracks so fast, bag long abandoned behind him as he sprinted as fast as he could. Basically slamming into the door with panic before collecting you—who was curled up on the floor—into his arms and hushing your rambles, rocking back and forth as he let you cry, cry and cry until you murmured that your face hurt from the tears and he eased you to fall asleep, giving your lips an open kiss as your head tipped back against his shoulder, finally succumbing to the exhaustion. Minho didn’t need to know what happened, what was wrong. He didn’t care, you could save that for later. Right now, he needed to make sure his love was safe and warm.

CHANGBIN looked up from his phone as the key to the door clicked, awaiting you with upturned lips and happiness-filled crescent moon eyes. That was, before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, choking on the bubbling sob threatening to climb up your throat. It was like slow-motion watching you crumble, and he immediately grabbed your hands and led you to the foot of your shared bed, giving your hands soft squeezes. A silent, ‘I’m here, so don’t be afraid to talk to me.’ Speaking words that didn’t need to be spoken. Changbin was good at that. “I’m just so overwhelmed with work and life and today was beyond shitty. And it’s unbelievably hard sometimes to exist, y’know?” He nods in response, appearing equally upset. Watching you break down is extremely difficult for him, but he knows this is how you recover, how you get through this and he can’t interfere. Without saying anything, the rapper stares at you so lovingly, beckoning you into a long, cozy hug as he pats the top of your head.

HYUNJIN could see the heart-breaking glossiness of your eyes before any words were shared between you two. Simultaneously, he lifted a finger to your lips, brows lifted expectantly. “Shh.. not yet, not yet. Wait, sweetness.” Then proceeds to wrap you into a blanket burrito and turn on disney movies at low volume while you’re pulled into his lap on the couch, all in a matter of thirty seconds. He runs gentle fingers along your cheeks, trailing up to thumb away stray tears dappling your under eyes. So, so delicate, like someone could snap the line of carefulness with a dull butter knife. Hyunjin listens to you attentively, as if you were the only thing existent in the moment. He listens and listens and listens some more, letting you release all the built up anxiety and stress drowning you. Once you finish, he ever-so slightly tips your chin to kiss him, hands cupping either side of your face. “We’re going to get through this together, trust me.”

HAN’s entire expression shifts instantly, brows knitting with concern and eyes growing wide. “Baby?” Head snapping up, he frantically nods, debating on what his first move should be. “Could I.. cry? For a second.” You shakily ask, and to say his heart broke was an understatement. “Baby, you never have to ask. Now c’mere.” He meekly smiles, patting the spot on the couch beside him. Turns out, your boyfriend isn’t as strong as you thought, because a mere ten minutes into your crying and he joins, whining jumbled sentences in between sobs about how he plans to beat up whoever’s responsible until you begin laughing at him and he cries even more because: “I love you so much— stop laughing~” and “I don’t understand why you’re laughing, this is sad!” Not to mention this crying fiasco eventually leads to the both of you fast asleep sprawled on the couch, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere as emotional support. Nonetheless, you could always count on Jisung to be there for you, cry with you, laughing with you, anything. Always.

FELIX throws off his oven mitts upon hearing your bag hit the floor, but what he hadn’t expected at the door were heavy tears steaming down your face, sniffing profusely to replace the air quickly snatched from your lungs with each breath. He falters, assessing the situation at hand. You’re incapable of talking, mind racing too fast too properly react. Although, without fail, Felix ushers you into a chair, pulling his own up to sit in front of you. Big, mystifyingly beautiful brown orbs study your face, kindly making eye-contact in the midst of your blinking. Reassurance, kindness. Felix is undeniably patient, undeniably kind. He disappears, scouring through cabinets to return with a small dessert and an equally small fork. Tediously cutting a small bite, he holds the treat up to you, humming like a proud mother watching her baby eat when you take a bite. One by one, more and more bites. More humming, more light touches brushing away sticky strands of hair plastered onto your face. Quiet. Your apartment is quiet and has been since you returned. No one has said a word, but Felix seems to always find a way to say how much he loves and cares for you.

SEUNGMIN can tell. Even on the most normal of days, he can tell. Like today, when you nonchalantly kissed his cheek like you usually did and retreated into the bedroom, he could tell. A shift in the air. Subtle, but a shift in the air, because when he walked in afterwards, leaning forward where you sat, laptop placed on your desk, he watched you stifle a billowing noise before the wave crashed and you buried your face in your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, Seungmin.” Using his name like that, not Minnie or Min, but Seungmin told him all he needed to know. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he sighed softly. “I know you’re tired, and I know you want to stop but you’re doing good. You’ve been doing good, so please don’t let this bad day ruin better days in the future. ‘M so proud of you.” He mumbles against your neck, leaving chaste kisses there. For Seungmin, your boyfriend that (playfully) picked fun at you to be saying things like this meant a lot. You couldn’t contain the tears after that. “I love you, Minnie.” — “No, ‘love you more.” — “Are you sure?” — “Nope.” — “Hey!”

JEONGIN struggles to make out your shape in the darkness, laying in bed where he’d been waiting for you. Today you returned late, stuttering over every chance of communicating as you clumsily slipped into bed beside him. He immediately raised up, nudging you closer to him to cuddle. “Mm love, what’s going on, tell me.” He asked, tone low from sleep. “I don’t want to talk about it, ‘just want you, Innie.” He cracks a weak smile, burying his face in your collarbone. “Then I’m here, for you.” Jeongin hums, allowing you to mumble your frustrations and thoughts without complaint, trying to reply his best while feeling himself drift off periodically. Eventually, you both fall asleep beside each other, limbs tangled and hair splayed in all directions. In the morning he helps ice your puffy eyes, big hands holding onto your hips gently as your back lean against him, both brushing your teeth. And you decide, with Jeongin, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can hurt, nothing bad will last. He’s safe. You love him.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

[softxsuki]

Heyyy!! Congratulations on 1k!!I’m here for the matchup event>:)!

Fandom: Tokyo rev and platonic matchup please<3(any gender)

Personality: At first I might seem like a silent and a distant person cuz I’m not good at communicating with new people. I don’t click with a lot of people, that being the reason I have only a little friend group who I don’t feel awkward around. But after you get to know me, I’m actually a completely different person - really talkative, loud and smiley even though I can get angered and annoyed really easily. When I am, I get really passive aggressive & I tend to stay quiet not to lash out at other people or accidentally hurt them. But if spoken to and I decide to speak back, my tone does not sound aggressive and speak with short sentences, trying to avoid having a long conversation. A good trait of mine is that I’m a good listener and supportive. I really like supporting people I care about and love in any way & their achievements make me truly happy<3 I’m a BIG daydreamer and my head is often in the clouds😭 I cope with stressful events/distract myself from negative emotions by daydreaming and convincing myself they didnt happen. I’m also a VERY BIG procrastinator and do everything at the last possible moment, mostly because I’m too lazy to do it at that moment. I literally can’t have a straight face and be serious no matter what is going on(except if it’s really serious, then I get serious too lol.) I’m responsible when I need to be & I HATE when I bring people down and don’t meet their expectation.

Sun: Capricorn Moon: Taurus Rising: Capricorn

Mbti: Isfp-t (I’m so sorry I forgot my enneagram💀)

My hobbies: I play guitar and attend a volleyball school. besides that I really enjoy cloudgazing<33!! It’s my favorite thing to do. I even have a speacial lil spot I cloudgaze at & I take my friends there from time to time:) I also love listening to music but idk if that’s a hobby😭

What I value in friendship: Loyalty and being there for each other when the other needs it:) Also patience, since it’s really hard to understand me sometimes and I usually don’t mean things I say. Someone with the same humorous with the same humor as me. Being supportive and HYPING EACH OTHER UP>>>

Extra stuff:

whenever I’m angry, a hug is the only thing that calms me down. Like I go soft and my anger immediately fades away. I really get all soft and mushy whenever someone shows affection towards me in general.

Whenever I’m nervous I just play with my hands or with the sleeves of my shirt. I used to chew my shirt too but I let go of that trait💀

I laugh a LOT and my laugh is very loud. I get very happy when I succeed at making people around me laugh too:)

The best compliment i could get is “ur funny” IDK WHY BUT IT MAKES ME HAPPY-

My fav season gotta be winter cuz of all the fun stuff & new year and Christmas are my fav holidays<3

IM TIRED AND HAVE NO ENERGY 24/7

Scenario: Something like helping each other confess to our crushes and helping to plan each other’s dates but messing everything up would be really funny jdkwdkjd or just generally hanging out together.

Once again congratulations!! Take your time writing thing and don’t forget to take care:)!!

-🫐

1000 Follower Event Matchup #32

This event is CLOSED. You can find the event masterlist here.

Note: 🫐anon! Hello and thank you for participating. I'm sorry you had to wait this long for your matchup! It's been a tough year :3 I hope you still enjoy it though! Thank you <3

I match you with: TAKEMITCHI (platonic)

Runner-up: Emma

Takemitchi:

(Too lazy to edit a picture for him since I don’t take requests for Takemichi :3)

The main reason why I picked Takemichi is because you said you value loyalty in a friendship, and have you seen the lengths this man has gone for his GF and friends??? He’s SUPER loyal

So loyal, that he pushes himself despite how how weak and cowardly he may feel inside

Probably one of the best friends you’ll find; if you ever need him, he’d be there for you, even if it’s 3am

He’s one of the few people you can be yourself around without judgment, and he comes as a package deal with Hinata and Chifuyu so you have your little friend group with them

On the days when you’re all free, you go cloud gazing, enjoying silence, as your watch the clouds and get lost in your daydreams, happy that you have three friends to hangout with like that

Takemichi brings you your favorite drink and foods, memorizing all your favorite things and little habits as your best friend

Whenever you laugh together, your laughs makes each other laugh even harder

Hugs you and reassures you that he’s there for you whenever you need it

How do you help each other confess to your crushes?

Well with him, you were the one that had to push him to make a move on Hinata–he was a lost cause without you and would still be single to this day had you not encouraged him to confess

As for Takemichi, he fakes it till he makes it, giving you all this advice from his own relationship experience, even though half of it isn’t helpful at all

Hina usually gives him the right words to say and he relays them to you, pushing you to at least try confessing because you never know what the other person may feel as well…you’ll never know till you try

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 9/6/2023

[acciocriativity]

Hi beautiful 🥰

Congratulations on 100 followers

🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Your work is really amazing thank you for writing ❤❤️❤️❤️❤️

I would like to request matchmaking with ateez if it's stills op

my height is 160CM I'm in the chubby side i'm line 94

I have very dark brown eyes they are almost black i have 5 beauty marks in my face and one dimple that appears with the smallest expression may hair is short black hair and it's curly

i wear glasses i can't see without them at all

I'm an INFP-T / hufflepuff and i have ADHD

My zodiac

Sun Aries /Moon Virgo /Rising Libra /Mercury Pisces /Venus Aries /Mars Pisces /Jupiter Scorpio

I'm an only girl between 4 boys and i think i have mix between musclen and feminine energy

I have a happy go personality most the time and Sometimes I act like a mature person out of the blue i can also be a responsible and dependent person my friends call me the mom of the group because you can find almost anything in my bag if we go out together

I like to cook and bake for my family and friends

I have two moods i go out a lot or i stay home a lot

I'm normally shy if i don't know the people arund me well but the moment i feel comfortable with someone i will be loud talkative

I can speak 3 languages for know and I'm learning the 4 one

I get scared easily but i don't show it except for the very close people to me because of that some people think I'm brave they are so wrong .

Some of my habits if i feel pain i will start to laugh and if i ask someone to help me with something and they say no or wait i don't need that help anymore i will do it myself .

I really love hugs and show affection but it's just for my close circle .

Thank you so much for reading all of this

I hope you will have a great day/ night

Love you

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hey there, anon 👋👋 Thank youuu, this just made my day, you're so sweet 💕

The rules for my 100 followers' event is here, it's up until 11th of this month!

YOU MATCH WITH... HONGJOONG!

It seems like I always say everyone's match is hard to choose, but yours was one of the hardest. I was so torn between Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and let me tell you why. You seem very similar to Seonghwa, almost twins, but that's the exact reason why I chose Hongjoong for you, I mean, they're literally soulmates, right? So we know it's going to work perfectly.

It's really interesting how you said you are a happy easy going person, but you're also know how to be responsible, because this man has waay too many children already and only God knows how much headache he has already, so another person being responsible and dependable is everything he can ask for sometimes, although he has his playful and sassy moments too.

I'm not even going to mention how horrible he is cooking, but maybe he can try to be better with a little help of yours, who knows? Miracles can happen. (Pause for delulu moment: he'd be exactly like he was with Mingi in that Wanteez episode, just being a cheerleader without helping one. single. time. If you want help, I'm so sorry, but you will have a good time so...)

*clearing throat*

It's so cool that you know a lot of languages, again another thing that would inspire Hongjoong to work harder on his skills to get better to talk to atiny, but he would love to be able to talk to you in other languages too. (Another delulu moment, I can't stop me today, BUT imagine if he just randomly says something to you or he responds to you in the language you speak without you knowing he was taking some classes).

You said you're shy but get loud when you're comfortable and he's exactly like that, although he doesn't have any problem being the one to start the conversation.

That was it! I hope you enjoyed it, anon 💕 Thank you so much for your support!

[ash-and-starlight]

do you have any mailee fic recs?

YEP I DO, once again beloveds if someone wants to add more please do so! (under the cut bc it got long)

- to the moon and to saturn by wearealltalesintheend (10k words, rated T) ok this one is a wip that hasn't been updated in uhhh almost two years but it's SO WORTH IT. It’s so beautiful. cosmo & wanda plz there’s nothing I want more than the final chapter of this fic. - to never be afraid again by eurydicees (47k words, rated T) "AKA the circus AU where the show must go on, despite everything. Accidents, after all, come in threes." - cuz I can't help falling in love with you by overcomewithlongingfora_girl (5k words, rated G) Mailee and their blooming love from their childhood and into their adulthood. lots of feels lots of sweetness. and more feels - the world falls away for you by ayyna (26k words, rated T) the tags say "the Mailee Longfic of Ur Dreams" and it's TRUE!! IT IS!! FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD!! the worldbuilding is also delicious. 🤌🤌🤌 chef kiss - teach myself how to die by sinkburrito (3k words, rated T) the first fic I've ever read for this pairing lmao, a look at mai and ty-lee's relationship on the days leading up to the Boiling Rock (and a little bit after) - I like my girls just like I like my honey by lupus (3k words, rated T) "mai owns a flower shop, ty lee is a popular event planner. mai's been pining over ty lee for some time when zuko + sokka hire her as their wedding planner." - tickled pink by anonymous (4k words, rated T) "Mai gets hurt, and Ty Lee takes care of it." hhhtnghfh who doesn't love a good old "characters taking care of each other's physical injuries while pining terribly" trope (also recommending ardently, rated E - which I'm assuming is from the same anon) - headaches by zukkadads (11k words, rated T) relationship progression and feeliNGS and PINING and YEARNING while Ty-Lee applies Mai's Kyoshi warrior's make up - of all the stars the fairest by Gallifreyanfairytale (37k words, rated T) I haven't read this one yet bc I'm saving it as a beautiful little treat for when I have time but!! MAILEE FAKE DATING!!! WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED - I should tell you (I've got baggage too) by hydrochaeris (1k words, rated G) on love languages and Mai struggling to interpret them (repressed queen!! don't worry well' make it better one hug at the time)

[dameronology]

the one where you finally tell him (poe dameron x reader)

summary: after an emotional battle, poe asks you a simple question - your answer is a bit more complicated than he intended (requested by anon!) 

also ft. queen zorii bliss 

this is set a little bit after the celebrations at the end of rise of skywalker. also i have been high low key in love with keri russell since i saw her in waitress which isn’t relevant to this but i felt the need to let u all know anyways. enjoy!

- jazz

The air was warm; filled with laughter and chatter and joy, but still with a sense of mourning for those that had been lost. The post-battle celebrations had begun to fizzle out a few hours ago, leaving a remaining few around a campfire. You were sat between Poe and Finn, a beer in your hand and a tired smile on your face as you chattered away.

The fire was still crackling away in front of you, leaving a burning warmth on your skin and an orange glow cast across your features. A few embers fell from the flames as the evening wind blew across the base, a nice contrast against the heat of the fire. You occasionally turned to glance up at Poe; his dark eyes were tired, deep-set with the stress of the last few years. He had a beer in one hand, and his other splayed out on your knee. 

Now that the war was over - and you still couldn’t believe it - you’d actually had a chance to think about your feelings for him. Of course, they’d always been there but they’d increased ten fold over the last week. Watching him step up to the role of general and lead the fight against the First Order had reminded you why you’d fallen for him in the first place. 

‘So, what was Poe like before he left Kijimi?’ Finn asked, curious eyes falling on Zorii.

She was on Poe’s otherside, gloved hands clasped tightly in her lap, the rusty glow of the fire reflecting off of her helmet. You couldn’t see her face - only her eyes. But, thanks to the burning glow of light before you, they were glowing a bright blue, occasionally crinkling at the sides whenever Poe said something funny. 

‘You think he’s a pain in the ass now,’ Zorii replied, ‘but you should have met him then.’

‘Please,’ Poe snorted, ‘you love me really.’

He took his hand from your leg, freeing up his arm to elbow his former comrade in the side. You immediately missed his touch, but pushed the thought to the back of your head. You weren’t his - you weren’t with him. What right did you have to get jealous? 

Still, you couldn’t deny that he was closer with you than he was with anybody else. Poe had always been a physical person but more-so with you. It was standard for him to have his hand on your back or resting the back of his neck; he’d sometimes intertwine your fingers when you walking to-and-from places and he loved to hug you. Any outsider would have assumed that you were a couple. 

‘Keep telling yourself that, Dameron.’ Zorii shot back, thinning her eyes at him. 

‘You’re calling me the pain in the ass, but I distinctly remember you being a nasty piece of work too.’ Poe reminded her.

‘That’s not the impression I got a few days ago when you asked to kiss me.’

A shower of beer ejected from your mouth as you choked, showering Poe straight in the face. He blinked in shock for a moment, eyes wide as he wiped the alcohol from his face, dragging his hand down the back of your shirt to dry it off. He gave you a frown, hand moving to your shoulder. 

‘You good there, Y/N?’ He asked, giving your arm a light squeeze.

‘Yeah,’ you cleared your throat, ‘sorry - the beer...It went up my nose.’ 

‘Happens to the best of us,’ Zorii chuckled. 

You stood up, dusting your hands on your jeans. ‘I’m gonna go...clean my X-Wing. See you guys in the morning?’

A chorus of yeah, see you soon’s echoed from the group as you waved goodbye. 

You gave them one last slightly pained smile before trudging away, boots sinking into the wet ground. A few splatters of mud splashed up your jeans - you hadn’t even realised how heavy your footsteps were. You also hadn’t realised that Poe was following behind you, jogging to catch up with you.

‘Hey!’ He called. He grabbed your arm, forcing you to face him as he planted his hands on your shoulders. ‘Why’d you lie?’

‘What?’ You furrowed your brow. ‘Poe, I didn’t lie.’

‘You’re going to clean your X-Wing?’ The words rolled off of his tongue in a mocking tone. 

‘Yeah, I am.’

‘Yyou don’t have an X-Wing.’ He ruffled your hair, fingers lingering slightly as he moved a few strands away from your eyes.

‘Oh, yeah. That.’ You dropped your eyes to the ground, a sheepish look on your face. You had an innate inability to lie to Poe Dameron. ‘I suppose that might get in the way of my task.’

He put two fingers under your chin, guiding your face up to look at him. He looked beautiful under the late night glow of the moon; his brown eyes were gorgeous, his signature smirk more stupidly attractive than it ever had been before. You just wanted to kiss his dumb face. 

‘So, why’d you actually leave?’ Poe enquired. ‘Not that I’m doubting your ability to clean a jet that doesn’t exist.’ 

Curse Poe Dameron and his ironclad logic.

You thought about telling him - just for a split second. It was a lingering thought, the kind that flashes in and out of your mind before you could properly consider it. A few hours ago, you didn’t even know if the pair of you were going to make it out the battle alive. Then, as though you had an angel and a devil resting on your shoulders, a tiny voice reminded you that he wouldn’t have asked to kiss Zorii if he liked you. 

‘I’m just tired.’ You lied.

‘Let me rephrase my question,’ Poe said. ‘What made you feel so bad that you had to lie about why you were leaving?’

‘It’s dumb.’ You muttered.

‘Hey, it’s me. I’m not gonna judge you.’ He reminded you. His hands were still on your shoulders, thumbs occasionally rubbing tiny circles on your skin. ‘And if I do, it comes from a place of love.’

There it was: love. The friendship kind of love. The comrade kind of love. The circumstantial kind of love. Every kind of love that a person could possibly feel except the kind you wanted. The kind you needed.

‘I...I like you, Poe.’ You finally said, a bumbling of words building up in your chest. Here it came. A whole ass speech. A year’s worth of feelings, broken like a dam.

‘And I have for a really long time and I thought that maybe, just maybe, you could like me too, because you’re always touching me and laughing at my jokes when they are clearly not funny, and after the battle when I thought we were toast, I promised myself that if we made it out alive, I would tell you - but then I saw you with Zorii and I realised that you like her and not me and it feels like someone just skewered my heart with a lightsaber and served it to me on a plate like a fucked up hors d'oeuvres but I’m fine-’

‘- Jesus!’ Poe cut you off, violently shaking you by the shoulders. ‘You gotta breathe, baby.’

His eyes were just as wide as yours, both of you like a deer in headlights. Having realised that a simple I like you would have sufficed, you wanted to crawl up and die. 

‘Oh, god.’ You whispered under your breath, cheeks burning bright red. ‘I am so sorry-‘

‘- are you daft?’ he took your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours. ‘I - that’s what I’ve always wanted to hear. I thought it was blatantly obvious that I was in love with you.’

‘I -’ you couldn’t quite find the words. ‘I love you too.’ 

‘There we go then.’ 

‘But what about Zorii?’ You asked. ‘She said that you asked to kiss her-’

‘- it’s a figure of speech.’ He chuckled quietly, breath tickling your face. ‘Don’t you remember the time that you asked Leia if you could kiss her?’

Your chest hurt slightly at the mention of the general’s name. You knew that you were going to face many losses in battle, but not Leia. She seemed like the kind of person who would turn up at death’s door and tell it to fuck off. 

‘Sometimes people say it and they mean it,’ Poe continued. ‘Like this: can I kiss you?’

A small laugh escaped your lips as his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling your face towards him. A shiver ran down your spine as your lips finally brushed in a soft kiss, one of your hands tangling in his curly hair. Poe moved to hold you by the hips, arms wrapping your torso as he lifted you off the ground.

‘You love me,’ you murmured against his lips. ‘Who would have thought?’

‘And you love me,’ He reminded you, ‘I’m going to remember that speech for a long time.’

You let out a groan, hiding your face in his shoulder as he dropped you back down to the ground. Pulling you towards him, Poe buried his head in your hair to hide his chortles, bodies swaying side to side as you caught your balance

‘I’m never gonna live it down, am I?’

‘Never.’

[arhvste]

IWAIZUMI HAIJIME - I GOT YOU

summary: after a hard day of uni, your doting boyfriend is there to support you - fluff

requested by anon <3

warnings - none

Your head was pounding and your feet were aching. You knew university wasn’t going to be an easy experience but you hadn’t thought it would drain you to the point of almost collapsing after most days.

Your fingers weakly gripping onto your bag as you arrived at the door of your shared apartment. Unlocking the door with nimble fingers, you jangled the keys losing patience with yourself and the irritating door. Finally hearing the click of the door unlock, you kicked the door open and dropped your bag on the spot.

You didn’t bother taking off your shoes as you threw yourself onto the couch allowing your limbs to relax from the weight of everything. Sighing into the throw pillows, you allowed yourself a few moments of rest and didn’t even try to stop the drooping of your heavy eyelids as you drifted off into a well deserved slumber.

-

Groaning, you turned around as your hands rubbed the sleep out of your arms. Your limbs relaxed from the aching from earlier and your head clearing up from the painful headache.

Opening your eyes fully you noticed you were no longer flailed recklessly on the couch. You were now in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats with your hair neatly plaited to keep the hair out of your face.

‘Haijime.’

Your boyfriend had been nothing but perfect ever since you had started dating. He was a kind and genuine man, always putting others before himself and even though he may show his care for others in an aggressive way (his best friend ‘Shittykawa’ would often whine about this), he still showed a deep care and concern for those close to him.

You smiled softly to yourself thinking about your boyfriend who was studying sports science in order to become an athletics trainer in the future. You were incredibly proud of him and made sure to make sure he knew. He appreciated your unconditional support for him and promised that he would do everything he could possibly do to support you towards your own goals no matter how big or small and he kept that promise.

Rolling out of your shared bed, you dipped your feet onto the hard cold flooring and padded your way to the small kitchen area where the smell of food cooking was emitting from.

Your boyfriend stood there, stirring a vegetable stir fry on the stove. He was so in his element he had yet to notice you and you took advantage of this.

He tensed up out of surprise when he felt arms around his waist and your head relaxing into his broad back.

“Hey baby.”

His deep voice stirred small butterflies to set off in your stomach. He spun around placing the wooden utensil down to the side and let his hands fall to the sides of your hips. Bending down he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as your own hands made their way down his defined abs through his t-shirt and back to the front of his waist hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

You whispered looking up at him as he smiled and pulled the hairband out of the plait he had skillfully braided and raking his fingers gently through your hair allowing the loose waves to fall to your shoulders.

“Of course my love, you couldn’t have been comfortable lying there. It's not good for your joints and muscles to fall asleep in uncomfortable positions. Hard day today?”

Relaxing into his touch as his fingers worked miracles in your hair immediately releasing all the tension in your head, you looked up at him and sighed.

“Yeah kind of. I guess I sometimes put too much pressure on myself but at the same time I feel like I’m constantly falling behind. I need to keep up but sometimes I feel like I just can’t”

Rambling to your handsome boyfriend, he patiently listened as he absorbed everything you were saying to him.

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as the frustration towards yourself had begun to build up again. Iwaizumi immediately noticed this and pulled you closer to his chest.

“Shhhhh, oh baby I’m here, I’m here. My pretty baby, shhh it’s okay let it out.”

You sobbed silently into his t-shirt dampening it but he didn’t care. He reached out behind him to the stove and turned the heat on the lowest option to stop the food from cooking so quickly so he could take his time with you.

“Come on love.”

He effortlessly lifted you up and your legs naturally wrapped around his strong torso as you rested your head on one of his broad shoulders. Iwaizumi carried you to your bedroom as he delicately set you down on the bed.

Looking down at you he felt upset seeing the state of distress you were in. Setting himself down next to you, he pulled you both into the sheets as you wrapped your arms around him as he brushed the hair out of your face.

“Oh babygirl I’m sorry, calm down you can talk to me about it. You know you’re always my first priority it makes me sad seeing you sad, let me help you.”

Gently wiping the tears from your face with his fingers, he kissed each side of your face as you calmed yourself down. You sighed and looked up at him as his eyes met yours. His holding nothing but pure love and concern for you, he offered a small smile as your own features relaxed.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I just feel like I’m not getting anywhere, it’s nothing that can’t be helped though I’m sure. I just needed to let that out I think.”

You weakly smiled at him as he twirled your hair in his fingers and weaved them between the strands, relaxing you even more. He knew this calmed you down. He was observant especially when it came to you.

“Don’t ever apologize to me over anything like this Y/N. You know I’m here for you and will do anything to help you. I love you and hate seeing you upset. You can always, always come to me and I promise I’ll help you in any way.”

You knew he was genuine. Even though he would never say it out loud, Iwaizumi would gladly give you the moon and all the stars if you asked. There wasn’t anything he could think of that he wouldn’t do for you. You had done so much for him whether you realised it or not, he was grateful for you coming into his life and he made sure to make you feel appreciated in any way he could.

-

Back in high school, the ex ace would constantly be compared to his best friend, the star of the school Oikawa Tooru. Some would even say Iwaizumi was a second best compared to his friend but he didn’t let it get to him much. He had grown so used to it by the time they reached their third and final year of school. That’s where you came and took his world by storm without even trying.

You and him were partnered up together in your biology class. Having never really spoken before, the two of you started a solid friendship during your classes together and both eventually found yourselves looking forward to biology. You never once mentioned Oikawa which at first Iwaizumi was surprised by. Almost every girl in Aoba Johsai was fawning over his charming best friend so why weren’t you?

The months passed and feelings began to develop between the two of you. Iwaizumi no longer felt like a substitute for Oikawa but rather he felt like the protagonist in his own story. You had subconsciously brought out a brighter side to him, made him feel a bigger sense of individuality and it was once he realised this, he knew he had to confess to you.

2 years later and your relationship was still going from strength to strength. Oikawa immediately approving of the two of you and taking an instant liking to you after seeing the effect you had on Iwaizumi. You both compliment each other well and in all honesty, the boy couldn’t see himself marrying anyone other than you. Sure there was a lot of time to fill before marriage, but he planned to keep you by his side for as long as possible and he ideally wanted that to be for the rest of his life.

-

Staring back into his softened gaze, you brought yourself up and kissed your boyfriend wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulder.

You pulled away coyly and gave him a shy smile.

“I know. Thank you. I mean it Haijime. I love you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He chuckled softly as he stroked your flushed cheek.

“Of course baby. You know I’m always here for you all you have to do is let me be.”

Pulling you back in for a deep kiss, Iwaizumi’s fingers tangled themselves in your hair as your hands dropped down exploring his muscled chest.

Catching your breaths, you smiled at the boy so brightly and genuinely, his heart felt so full when he looked at you. You really had him wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even know it.

“Come on let's go eat and then we can watch whatever you want. Tomorrow I don’t have any classes so I’ll help you on areas you feel like you need catching up on.”

“You’re my hero Hajime.”

You whispered smiling as he laughed slightly. Lifting himself off the bed, he grabbed your hand to pull you to the edge where he picked you up bridal style and carried you back into the kitchen where the delicious smell of food was still stewing from.

“I love you Y/N and don’t you ever forget that.”

[muertawrites]

Hey! I absolutely loved your Zuko x reader one host you wrote, and I was wondering if you could do one where Zuko and the reader barely talk, but she’s part of Azula’s friend group. At the beach some stuff happens, and Zuko finds out she’s not as crazy as he thought she was. Kind of angst. I totally understand if you can’t, or don’t feel like it! I hope you’re safe and healthy, and everything is going well. Thank you!

From Eden (Zuko x Reader)

Word Count: 1,776 (FUHREEDOM MOTHERFUCKERS 🎆🦅🦅🦅 🎆 )

Author’s Note: Ok this request is P E R F E C T. I don’t think I need to tell anyone I love the psychology of this show, but I love the psychology of this show - especially with Zuko and his relationship with himself and others. And this episode??? Ohhhhhh I have some THINGS. TO. SAY. about this episode. I have been in this boy’s place and I feel 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 him 👏🏻 he 👏🏻 deserves 👏🏻 better 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻. I went in a sliiiiiiightly different direction, but I didn’t drastically change it (it turned out cute I think). Also, I named this “From Eden” because as I was writing it reminded me of the Hozier song. I’m such a sucker for a Broken Babe™, especially when the babe in question has a lot of personal growth and learns to love because of it. Thank you so much for this, anon, you’re absolutely gorgeous and I hope you’re keeping safe and healthy as well ❤ 

~ Muerta 

(Also, if you’d like to request something, I have a list of prompts tagged! Feel free to ask for anything from fics to headcanons to imagines - I’m also open to new character suggestions!) 

“Hey.”

Zuko sat on the porch of his family’s old vacation home, his mind miles away. Your greeting made him snap his head towards you, glowering down at where you stood at the base of the front steps. You crossed your arms, responding to his gaze with a defiant glare. 

“What do you want?” he growled. 

“To have normal friends,” you spat in reply. “Seems I’m stuck with you instead.” 

A few hours ago, Zuko almost made a crater in the beach from the campfire you, his sister Azula, and your friends Mai and Ty Lee had started a screaming match around. Insults were flung, tears were shed, and skeletons were evicted from closets, all resulting in your realization that maybe political survival wasn’t worth the dysfunction of constantly being surrounded by a sociopath and her cronies. Pretending to have a super fun sleepover with them back at the guest house was proving to be too much for your fragile sense of self-containment, and you weren’t quite friendly enough with your newfound death wish to tell Azula how you really felt about her, so you went where you knew it would be quiet. You didn’t expect to find Zuko and his anger issues there a second time, but he honestly didn’t scare you - you’d take his obvious rage over Azula’s subtle calculations any day. 

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” Zuko jeered. “You’re just as emotionally fucked as the rest of them.” 

“Ty Lee’s got herself pretty much under control, despite her gullibility,” you answered cooly. “Also, if you really wanna talk about emotionally fucked, I’m not the one who almost roasted my ex-girlfriend alive earlier.” 

Zuko furrowed his brow at you, leaning forward as if to challenge you. You stayed exactly as you were, regarding him with a hard, unimpressed expression that revealed just how little he intimidated you. You couldn’t bend and weren’t a trained fighter - you knew he knew this, and that he wouldn’t actually attack you, despite how convincing he tried to make his empty threat appear. After a long, intense moment of wrinkled foreheads and competitive frowning, he backed off with a sigh, leaning back against the pillar behind him. 

“So, what, you want to come and make peace? Talk it out or something?” 

You shook your head, climbing the steps and lowering yourself onto the second highest; just below him, with a few feet between you as a courtesy. 

“The last thing I want to do is talk about that dumpster fire on the beach,” you told him. “I just needed some time alone. But, since I found you, I guess it’s a good time to ask if you’re okay.”  

Zuko looked you up and down, a confused and partially concerned look on his face. You half expected him to raise the back of his hand to your forehead to check for fever. 

“What do you care if I’m okay or not?” he asked bitterly. “We’re not friends.” 

“Zuko, I’ve known you since I was a toddler,” you said. “I’d say we’re friends. It’s not like anyone else really is.” 

“Mai is my girlfriend,” Zuko snapped at you. “She’s the best friend I have!” 

“Mai dumped you for being a possessive asshole,” you deadpanned, “then she let her best friend convince you to commit arson. Friends don’t let their friends’ sisters manipulate them into felonies.” 

Zuko huffed, slumping back defeatedly. 

“You can’t act like Azula’s never made you do anything you didn’t want to,” he grumbled. 

“I don’t,” you replied shortly. “I’ve just stopped caring about making her like me, since she really doesn’t like anyone. She doesn't get under my skin like she used to when we were kids.” 

You noticed Zuko’s lips curl upwards into the ghost of a smile. You mirrored him, leaning your arms atop your upright knees. 

“What?” you asked. 

Zuko chuckled faintly, shaking his head. 

“Nothing,” he responded. “You just… Do you remember when you were eight, and Azula teased Ty Lee about being too slow climbing the trees in our courtyard?” 

Your eyes widened in realization, your mouth parting into a wide smile as you let out a gasp of hysterical laughter. 

“Oh, that was awful!” you cried, though the memory only brought more fits of giggles to your gut. “I was such a little brat!” 

Zuko was laughing with you too now, arms wrapped over his stomach as he tried to speak between breaths. 

“It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” he exclaimed. “Watching her fall out of the tree like that, the shock on her face, and then I caught you with the knife and saw where you cut the branch... She deserved it. You should give her a taste of her own medicine like that more often.” 

You blushed, looking away from him as your laughter died down. 

“Now she could kill me if she wanted,” you said. “I try not to say or do anything around her if I can help it.” 

“... Is that why you’ve been so quiet since then?” 

You nodded. 

“She beat me up when she found out what I did,” you explained. 

You stood, pulling down the waist of your sarong to reveal the burn scar on your right hip. Zuko’s eyes burst with shock at first, wondering exactly why you’d be disrobing in front of him, his expression softening when he saw the mark Azula left. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Most brothers feel like they should protect their little sisters. I always felt like I should’ve protected all of you from her.” 

“You did,” you assured him. You sat back down beside him, closer this time, so that your hips almost touched. “I remember you jumped in front of her once when she threatened us. And that time…” 

Your voice faded, the memory almost bringing tears to your eyes. You couldn’t figure out why. 

“You hid from her,” Zuko finished your thought. 

You nodded. 

“You let me hide in your room,” you recalled. “Remember? Azula punched me. I ran to the first quiet place I could find and accidentally went to your room.” 

Zuko hummed. 

“You were crying,” he added, “and your eye was all red and swollen.” 

“You held me.” 

Zuko’s eyes fixed on you. He didn’t say anything, though he remembered; you burst through his half open door, sniffling, tears and spittle running down your cheeks and chin. It was the first time Azula had actually, physically hurt you, and you were terrified and confused. He asked if you were okay, and you shook your head. Being so young, the only thing he could think to do was hug you, since that’s what his mother did to make him feel better, and you clung to him, sobbing into his shirt and using his much bigger body for protection. After that day, he let you use his bedroom as a hiding place whenever Azula got to be too much - until she found out about it and started teasing you about wedding dresses and baby names. 

“We were friends,” you breathed. “I wish we still were.” 

There was a long silence in which the two of you stared out at the horizon, down the steep hill leading to the vacation house and into the ocean. The moon hung in a small sliver, barely flickering across the calm waters that rocked below; you could hear the gentle rush of waves as they crawled over the sand and shrunk back into themselves, creating a calming din that echoed up to where you sat. 

“... I still remember your favorite game to play with me,” Zuko said into the warm air between you. “Those times you hid in my room. You used to pretend to be a Kyoshi warrior. My mom gave you one of her old fans and we’d jump on and off my bed, trying to catch each other.” 

You grinned. 

“I would wrap myself around your legs to keep you from walking,” you recalled. 

Zuko laughed. 

“I loved that,” he admitted. “It used to make me laugh so hard when we were kids.” 

He looked over to you, and you turned to face him as well. The anger in his eyes was gone completely, in its place a warm, steady sadness that made you ache. 

“I miss you,” he whispered. 

You reached cautiously for his hand, relieved when he slid his fingers between yours and gripped your palm tightly. 

“I miss you, too,” you replied. “I’m sorry I let Azula drive me away from you.” 

Zuko wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tender embrace. Your hands latched together on either side of his back, gripping into his shirt a little bit as you buried your face in his shoulder. He felt and smelled the same as he did when you were little; hard like the walls of a sturdy house and sweet like the last embers in a fireplace.

You didn’t know how long you held each other, but when you broke apart, you sat together for ages, existing in silence on the steps of his childhood house and beside one another. You felt small again, but in the best way - you felt like the girl who was brave enough to cut through the branches of a maple tree so your tormenter would fall out of them. 

“I want to run away,” you blurted. “I could be someone totally different if I weren’t stuck here.” 

“If you do, I’ll go with you,” Zuko said. “We can be different people together.” 

You grinned, leaning your shoulder against his. 

“We could move to Kyoshi Island,” you suggested. “I’m too old to start warrior training now, but we could start a business. Open an inn or something.” 

Zuko chuckled at the thought. 

“I’ll call myself Lee,” he mused, “and you can go by Izumi.” 

“Maybe we could be married. And we could adopt orphan children and cats.” 

“Just cats. You can’t emotionally destroy a cat like you can with a kid.” 

You glanced over at him, noticing the hard gleam in his eye. You wrapped your arms around his bicep, holding him close to you. 

“You’re not your father, Zuko,” you whispered. “You don’t want to be.” 

Zuko nodded. He reached for one of your hands, curling his own around it. 

“... I feel like I am going to leave,” he said, “at some point. When I do… will you stay? So that I have at least one friendly face to come home to someday?” 

You nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“I will,” you promised. “And when you do, I’ll give you Azula’s severed head as a homecoming present.” 

Zuko laughed at that. 

{ epilogue }

[reggies-eyeliner]

Breathe - (Platonic) Alex x stressed out!reader

Summary: (Female Reader, but feel free to request for any and every other gender!) Y/N feels more stressed than usual, trying to balance home life and school life, and her coping skills aren’t going very... well. She gets a little help from a special someone who guides her and helps her live in the present moment.

Warnings: Anxiety, stress, school, cursing, what more can I say? Also the gays because Willie and Alex own my heart lmao

Word count: 1.9k

Requested: Yes! By anon :)

~

Whenever Y/N tried to get an assignment done, it went a little something like this: first she tried to get everything done by creating a small basis of a tool list. She was still feeling bloated, tired, hot, and sticky, but she went with it and continued to waste 10 minutes on making her to-do list aesthetically pleasing. After that, she thought, “Hmm... maybe I do want to take a break,” but she doesn’t anyway, so Y/N gets out her assignments, lays them all out, and just as she’s about to get started: hey, I wonder how many people can relate to me on xyz, and then she’d get distracted on social media.

Y/N would spend an entire 40 minutes on her phone before she remembers, “MY ASSIGNMENT IS DUE,” so she flips it back out, gets started, but can’t seem to get that guilty feeling of not doing her work out of her head, so she slightly uses that as an excuse to take a break. Only, she don’t take a break and end up rolling out of her chair and going on her phone again, and she still feel just as (or even more) exhausted. Then that’s when the guilt really starts seeping in, and Y/N realizes that she has another extra-curricular class so she gets ready for that, but by the time she’s done, there’s only 30 minutes before the due date-- so she start crying and gives up.

And that’s just a short summary of it.

It was dawning the last few weeks of exam months, and Y/N had been cramming all of her assignments over and over again, constantly getting burnt out and not moving up from her seat, even though she wanted to. It was as if she was glued to her chair, unable to move and constantly on the go at the same time. The stress of having to deal with so many things at once was one of the most overwhelming things that she’s ever had to experience, even though she knows those feelings come-and-go at times--- but this, this was so much worse than what she ever thought. And she believed that she was in literal hell.

There was a constant feeling of “I need to do this, I need to do that,” but it wasn’t that she didn’t want to do it-- it was that she physically couldn’t. Y/N knew that she couldn’t blame her brain for not doing the assignments, but sometimes, she felt like she had to. All the time. The constant feeling of overwhelming stress finally got to her when she opened up her classroom page to find yet another technical issue and the entire page crashed, leaving her with a due date within 10 minutes. It was currently a quarter before midnight, and she had been living on caffeine pills and sugar for the past week or so.

“𝟓𝟎𝟐 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲.”

The assignment was due in less than 20 minutes, and now everything was going wrong. Great.

If I had only not gone on my phone... why did I go on my phone for so long? I should have just stayed put, I can’t believe myself, what am I even doing? This isn’t fair, this isn’t far, but is it fair? I did deserve this, but-- I also feel like I don’t, I worked so hard to get here, but what if I lose it? What will everyone think? No, no, this can’t be happening. I fucked up again. Oh no. No. No.

The thoughts came in like a raging, wild waterfall that was out of control and poured out, overflowing in her brain that pooled her thoughts, with tears that eventually spilled over. In the dorms nearby, Y/N could hear Reggie snoring sound-asleep in this room. Everyone in the band was still asleep like nothing was wrong, and overall, it just... wasn’t fair. How come they were sleeping? Why did they get all of that rest, while you were stuck on this stupid assignment that literally meant nothing to you-?

In frustration, Y/N suddenly wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react. She felt like she couldn’t cry-- more like she wasn’t allowed to cry. Her problems weren’t as bad as other peoples’, so why on Earth was she stressing out? It wasn’t her issue, why was everything always going wrong for her? No matter what she ever did, she always seemed to lose. Y/N pulled her hair and threw the nearest thing onto the floor in the darkness of teh night, when she heard a high-pitched echo from the sound, when she realized she had just smashed her laptop onto the tiled floor.

“Shit-” Y/N cursed under her breath and instantly ran over, her entire body and hands trembling over the cracked screen. In hopes of some sort of miracle, she turned the power button on, because maybe, just maybe it could turn on.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nothing happened, nothing turned on, and in that moment, Y/N wanted to scream. She wanted to scream because she had so much pent-up frustration and anger, she wanted to scream because no one ever seemed to check in on her, she wanted to scream because she had worked so hard to try her best but every single time nothing ever went well for her. Her head was pounding and her eyes felt like they were being weighed down by boulders.

But she took a deep breath and staggered over to her desk to turn on the lights, and-- wait, why was everything spinning? That’s weird, that’s never happened in the room before. Why is that moon upside-down? What’s going on...

~

“Y/N!” a loudly-whispered voice rang.

Y/N groaned, mumbling under her breath and rolled over. Everything sounded like she was underwater, a weird, gurgling sound. Y/N assumed she was dreaming, so she pulled her hoodie over her head and slumped back.

“Y/N,” the voice exclaimed in a hushed tone.

Another mumble. Couldn’t that voice tell that she was trying to sleep?

“Hey, hey, wake up,” the voice continued. Y/N didn’t respond and groaned slightly. “Y/N?” a little... gentler this time? A softer tone? Who...

Suddenly, nothing sounded weird and the low hum of the heaters powered back on as Y/N tried her best to open an eye. She could tell by the faint smell of rain and cinnamon that she was still in her dorm, but who was there? They sounded gentle, sweeter, more... cautious?

“Hey, Y/N, you awake?”

She rubbed her eyes. “Al-” Y/N choked, launching into a coughing fit. “Alex?”

He laughed slightly. “That’s right. Good to know you’re brain is working,”

Working? Brain? Good?

Oh shit.

Y/N immediately stood up, staggering from moving so quickly and mumbled, “I-I need to finish my assignment, it’s almost, it’s almost done-”

“Woah, woah, slow down, y-you need to get some air,” Alex said, hoisting her by the shoulders with his hands.

“I don’ need air, I needa ‘inish the assignment, it’s due in-” she slurred, but turned into a panicked gasp when she whipped around, asking, “Alex, what time is it?”

“Y/N,” he said gently. “that’s not important, you just passed out, you need-”

“No, no, no, no!” she said, mumbling slightly. “Is-- is my laptop still working? Is it still-”

“Hey, I need you to breathe-”

“Alex, can’t you see that I can’t? I have so many things to do, and they’re all due so soon-- if I don’t ace this, if I can’t finish this music piece and somehow get all this shitty math stuff correct, I need to work hard. I need to be productive. I-”

Alex’s face suddenly softened and he nodded, letting her speak more.

“I also really, really need to get this done! If I don’t get it done, I can’t pass this class with you guys, which means that I can’t get a decent degree, and I also can’t do anything without the constant guilt that you guys moved on without me! I want to, I want to relax, I want to breathe, I want to just stay in someone’s arms forever and they’ll tell me that I’ll be fine-”

In those seconds, in-between her times of rambling, Y/N barely noticed that Alex had pulled her outside to the rooftop (which wasn’t very high) and wrapped his arms around, pulling her into the softest hug.

She stopped mid ramble. “Wh-what... what are you doing?” she choked.

“It’s going to be okay,” Alex said slowly, almost as if he were testing the words out.

“S-say... say that-t... again,” Y/N trembled.

“It’s going to be okay. I need you to breathe, is that alright with you?”

It was almost as if Alex had become an entirely different person as he slowly let go of her, then he grabbed onto her shoulders and said, “breathe with me.”

“Inhale,”

1…

2…

3…

“Hold for four seconds,”

1…

2…

3…

4…

“Exhale for five,”

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

Y/N breathed in and out as they both continued to do that for what seemed like 10 times. Alex also seemed like someone new, not the same out-of-sort and confused guy, but he didn’t seem like a teacher either… like an older brother, someone who guided her no matter what.

“Where… who taught you that method?” Y/N asked, trying to stop her voice from trembling.

Alex immediately broke into a smile so wide that he had smile lines as he stared up into the sky. “Willie taught me,”

Y/N slightly smiled. “He did, huh?”

“Yeah, he’s… he’s pretty beautiful,” he continued to nod with that same old dorky expression.

“Beautiful, huh?” she said, trying to match his tone.

“I mean-- uh, pretty good. At that.” Almost instantly, Alex flushed and changed the topic. “A-are… are you feeling better now?”

“Definitely a lot better than before, but... how did you know you had to do that?”

“W-well, when I saw you rambling, I saw myself, so...” Alex shrugged slightly, his eyes undoubtedly playing along the slightest bit. “And since I never really... well, had parents to comfort me while growing up, and Willie was the first to help me, I assumed that you’d might need some help, too.”

Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. How could there be such a sweet, loving, kind and gentle person right in front of her? His smile was genuine as he nodded slowly again.

Y/N grinned gratefully, shifting her weight from toe-to-toe. “Thank you so, so much, but I- I’m just a bit stressed about my laptop, and…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Alex stopped her before she could continue. “Don’t get caught up in your thoughts (he learned this quote from Willie), just take another deep breath and your head will be clearer. It’ll-- It’ll sort things out. Listen, we can always go to the counselor, she’s on her night shift right now. We can see if we’re allowed to borrow the school’s laptop for now, how does that sound?”

“I…” you nodded. “Thank you… so much, Alex.”

He turned his head and smiled back. “You never have to thank me for anything,” he turned his heel and waved. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up!”

[cinnbar-bun]

Fallen [Angst]

Anon asked: “So I finally had the guts to request something. I hope this is okay. Could you do azazel where danchou just disappeared and nobody but him remembered them? Like someone else is the captain and it's as though they never existed in the first place. Again I hope this isn't too bad”

Pairing: Azazel x Reader

Azazel was a jerk. A known fact that you had accepted still, all because you loved him. 

He wasn’t good with his own emotions. He sometimes felt like he couldn’t trust you or that he wanted to just embrace you in his arms and never let you go. Everyday brought a new facet of your lover. And you accepted him still, caring for him like no one else did. 

He hated and loved the feeling of being with you. He hated how he felt so different and soft, how he felt something beat in his cold, dead heart. But the exhilaration of having someone by him, by being eternally loved and claimed, sent him over the moon. 

Azazel had a long way to go- he wasn’t perfect by any means, and you had accepted that. He was grateful, but he didn’t know how to let you know he was. 

“Y-you know...I don’t hate your face.” He grumbled, his pale skin turning red as he looked away from your curious eyes. 

“I love you too, Azazel.” You hummed, and he let out a guttural growl as he stuffed his face in his hands. 

“Damn you! Giving me a heart attack! I’ll get you for this! You’ll regret ever messing with a fallen angel!” He yelled, before he tackled you into the grass and tickled you. You squealed slightly as he kept tickling you, before he began pressing kisses all over your face. 

“Az! Stop that! I can’t breathe!” You laughed between every phrase, feeling your breath disappearing. 

“Now you understand you should never mess with me, right? You’re mine, okay?” He gave you his signature toothy smirk, a sign he had regained his pride. 

“Of course, love.” You smiled before you pressed a chaste kiss on his nose, and he squirmed. 

“D-damn you...I feel myself...losing strength...” He dramatically whimpered, collapsing to the ground next to you as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“I love you so much.” You whispered, and he sighed in defeat before he cuddled closer to you, resting his head on your chest. 

“Don’t leave me...” He pleaded. 

“I would never.” You responded, hugging him closer. 

“Did I ask for your opinion? I said leave me alone!” He growled. 

“Azazel, but you-” 

“Get away from me!” He stomped his foot like a child and clenched his fists, the anger in his eyes making you freeze. He normally had his moods, but this was so much worse than other times. 

“But why are you so angry? I only want to help you.” You gently placed a hand on his shoulder and he swatted it away roughly, his violet eyes seething with hatred. 

“Help me? You want to help me? Then disappear from my sight. I never want to see you again.” He sternly said. 

“D-disappear? You hate me that much?” You quietly whispered, the shock from his words not allowing you to digest what he was saying. 

“I wish you’d get away from me! Leave me alone! You’re useless! So useless!” He screamed. 

You couldn’t tell if it was anger or betrayal that overcame you, but you screamed back. 

“Why are you like this? Why do you push me away? I’ve been trying so hard, and nothing makes you stop hating me! I thought it was just some issues we could overcome.” You let out. He stopped his tirade and stared at you, puzzled at what you had to say. “I thought if I gave you enough time you’d stop getting so angry at me! Why do you say you love me if you hate?” 

He stayed silent. 

“So was it a lie? Was it all just one big, fat lie? Were you just using me to get stronger?” You felt your eyes water as you helplessly gazed at the ground. 

“Fine- you want me to disappear? I will. Consider this your last wish.” You clenched your fists and glared at him. Your eyes held an emotion he had never seen on you, especially to him. It made him freeze as he kept his eyes glued on yours. 

He wanted to apologize. Tell you how much you mean to him and that you are worth so much-so much more than him. He’s afraid of loving you, he’s afraid you’ll eventually leave him for someone better. And it looks like you were about to. 

But ever the hard-headed demon, he spat at your feet and sauntered over to you. 

“Then go. Don’t expect me to be crawling back to you.” He snarled. 

“Goodbye then.” You turned around and walked away, and he stood there, watching as your figure disappeared into the sunset. 

There was a tons of thoughts running through Azazel’s head, but each one made him even more catatonic. He couldn’t process the last five minutes. Why was he even screaming? Who was he even screaming at? What day was it? Why the hell did he feel his heart rip into shreds? 

His fingers twitched as he felt himself regaining his senses. He brought his head up and a slight pain built up in his head. 

“Damn...” He muttered. Everything felt so hazy, so he decided to call it a day and crash in his room. 

He tossed and turned in his bed, a frown etched onto his features as his body limply gave out. 

“Freakin sun. Freakin birds. God damn them all.” He muttered. His stretched his back and rubbed his tired eyes. He couldn’t sleep well that night, but he’d never admit it was due to his guilt and anger. 

He stood up and looked at himself over the mirror, before he noticed something on his nightstand. Or, more specifically, something lacking from it. There was supposed to be a framed picture of you and him, captured from when you two were celebrating at a festival. 

“Azazel, try the dango! I promise, you’ll love it!” 

“Tch, I doubt it’s that good. But since you look so pathetic, I’ll taste it.” 

“And? What do you think?” 

“It tastes like shit.” 

“So how many more you want, two, three, maybe even four?” 

“Oi, you callin’ me fat? I’d probably have a heart attack from all the sug-”

“Sorry, you had something on your cheek.” 

“D-d-don’t kiss me like that! G-get back here you! You’re making a deal with the devil!” 

“The hell? I could’ve sworn it was here...perhaps that brat took it or something.” He scratched his head and tried to brush it off, but for some reason, he felt uneasy. It was a feeling he couldn’t really place, but he knew it wasn’t good. 

He opened the door and was greeted by Lyria and Vyrn, who happily told him good morning. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, have you seen (Y/n)?” He dismissed their greetings and stared them down in annoyance. 

“(Y-Y/n)? Eh? Who’s that?” Lyria cocked her head to the side and looked at Vyrn for explanation. 

“You trying to be funny, brat? Where the hell’s (Y/n)?” He growled and showed of his fangs, leaning down to Lyria’s eye level. 

“Ashes, what’s wrong with you? We don’t know anyone named (Y/n).” Vyrn stated. 

“Are you kidding me? Stop pulling my leg! I’ll kill you where you stand if you don’t tell me where they’re at!” 

“Azazel...is it possible you’re remembering someone from your past?” Lyria frowned. 

“They’re not from my past! I just talked to them yesterday! You’ve known them your entire life!” Azazel screamed. 

“Azazel you’re scaring me.” Lyria bit her lip as she backed away from the fallen angel. 

“Fine. You’re so useless! I’ll look for them myself!” He growled, swiping his hand as he stomped off to the deck. 

“Oi! Rackam!” The pilot looked up as he heard his name being called, and Azazel walked over to him. 

“Where’s (Y/n)? I need to speak with them.” He demanded. 

“Huh? (Y/n)? That like a new crew member?” Rackam asked. 

“For god’s sake! (Y/n)! The captain! The one who made your sorry butt fly again!” Azazel yelled, gripping Rackam by the collar of his shirt. 

“Okay, now you must’ve hit your head or something. There’s no one named (Y/n). They certainly aren’t our captain, either.” 

“Oh really now? Then who’s running this place? You?” Azazel spat. 

“Azazel.” An unfamiliar voice cut the demon off as he swung his head back and met face to face with someone he did not recognize. It was a boy, a rather young one, with brown hair and eyes, and a blue sweater. 

“The hell are you?” Azazel glowered at the boy, who seemed unfazed. 

“Why are you causing such a mess on the deck? Lyria and Vyrn came to me saying you were talking crazy.” The boy explained seriously. 

“Who are you? Why’s some runt trying to lecture me?” 

“Azazel. Are you alright? You must have had an awful night.” The boy clicked his tongue and faced the fallen angel. 

“Don’t chastise me! Answer me you brat! Where is my (Y/n)?” He yelled angrily. He was done playing these games. Everyone around them looked at him as if he were insane, some giving pitying glances while others stood to see what would happen next. 

“I think you’re confusing someone. There’s no one named (Y/n) here.” The boy responded calmly. 

“NO! You’re lying! You’re lying! Give me them! I need to speak to them! I need to talk!” Azazel broke down and collapsed on his knees, slamming the deck of the ship with his bare hands. 

“Azazel, I’ll say this again. There’s no one named (Y/n).” The boy repeated. 

“Liar! Liar! Where’s the captain?” He wailed pathetically. 

“Azazel, look at me.” Azazel slowly darted his eyes up, and the boy knelt down to face him. “I don’t know who this (Y/n) is. Whoever they are, they don’t exist. Do you remember now? I’m the captain.” He said slowly. 

“No...no...that’s not-no-it can’t be...” Azazel mumbled incoherently. He gripped the flesh of his wrist as he began shaking violently. Was this some cruel prank the crew was pulling on him? 

“Ha...good one guys. (Y-Y/n)...come out now...please...” Azazel begged. His breathing became more erratic as he felt his heart rate quicken. He quietly laughed as his eyes started to water. 

“Huh? What’s wrong?” The boy asked. 

“T-this isn’t funny anymore. I didn’t mean the shit I said yesterday! Please come out now!” He covered his face with his hands and wailed out apologies and rants. 

“Azazel! Don’t cry!” 

“No! No! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! Is this what you wanted from me? Did you want to see me beg for your forgiveness, (Y/n)? Is this what you wanted!” He looked up to the sky and screamed the last sentence loudly. 

“I-I think it’s best you go and rest.” The boy tried to touch his shoulders but Azazel slapped them away. 

“Don’t touch me! Stay away from me you filthy animal!” 

“Az-” 

“Don’t say my name! You don’t deserve to live after this!” 

“What’s gotten into you? Everything was fine yesterday! Why are you forgetting this?” The boy stepped back, shocked that Azazel was yelling at him like this.

“Me? What do you mean I’m forgetting this? You guys keep pretending to not know the captain! You know, my lover!” 

“Azazel! I’m the captain! I am not (Y/n)! My name is Gran!” The boy shouted indignantly. The man temporarily stopped his tirade and glared at Gran. 

“I don’t know who this (Y/n) is. If they’re your lover, they aren’t here. They’ve never been here. Almost like they never even existed.” Gran stated. 

“So...so this isn’t a joke, huh?” Azazel mumbled to himself. He nodded before he smiled sadly. “Ah...so this was what they meant.” He slowly covered his eyes. 

“I’m sorry? What did they mean?” Lyria asked. 

“I was a fool.” Azazel chuckled. “A big, damn fool. I wished they’d disappear. Now they’re gone. I wished for it, so why do I feel so bad?” 

The crew could not respond. Azazel slowly rose up before he tugged at a bandage on his arm. The smirk he had on his face did not comfort the crew, and they shivered from the tension his calm demeanor made. 

“Ah. I think I know the answer. I was never meant to be happy. I was never meant to have anything nice. Heh. To think, I trusted in humanity for once.” 

“A...Az...” 

“I thought it’d be fine that time. To trust them, and give them myself. They said they’d do anything I wished. And they did.” 

No words were uttered as he walked toward the edge of the deck. 

“So tell me, Gran,” He spat the poor boy’s name as if it were poison, as he stared at the bright blue sky. “If I wish for them to return, will they?” 

“I...I don’t know, honestly.” 

“Tch. Of course. Because humans never keep their promises. Humans never do anything unless they get something out of it. And my sweet, sweet (Y/n), I thought you were different. I thought you would’ve known I wanted you still. Is that not enough for you?” 

He waited in silence, waiting for you to miraculously appear and engulf him in your warm hug. You would laugh and tell him it was one bad joke, a punishment to make him never underestimate you again. 

And yet, you had not returned. 

“Is this not enough for you?” His voice got louder. “I’m crying over you, you dumb brat! Is that still not enough? What do you want from me? Please, just get back here! I’ll give you whatever you want just get back here!” 

In a flash of anger he ripped off the bandage and chucked it off the ship, watching it slowly flutter to the earth. 

“Listen to me! Listen to me clearly! If you think I’m going to spare you after this, you’re dead wrong! You’re mine! And if you leave me, I’ll give you hell! I’ll make sure you feel nothing but pain!” He screamed into the sky. 

“Azazel, I think you-” 

“Back off, Gran. You know nothing about me. You are not special, you hear? You’re nothing. You’re not them. You’re not (Y/n). If this pathetic world won’t give me them back, then there is no need for it! Just you wait! I’ll free my brethren! You’ll understand soon, Gran, what real hell is!” Azazel cackled. 

“What? What are you planning on doing?” Gran frowned, placing a hand near his sword. 

“Aha! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier! I should’ve just stuck with my original goal! Maybe it’s good they disappeared, now I can finally finish what I wanted to.” Azazel mumbled, an insane haze in his purple eyes. 

“Azazel, snap out of it!” Azazel ignored Gran as he spread his black, feathery wings. 

“Yes! That’s it! They were a distraction! A mistake! Humans aren’t worthy! They’re all pathetic creatures! I should do this world a favor and destroy them all!” Azazel laughed, spreading his arms wide. 

Gran didn’t know what to do. He had never felt so paralyzed at seeing his comrade fall into the depths of despair and break apart so easily. 

“Gran! Mark my words! The next time you see me- I’ll kill you. I’ll tear you apart and make you feel pain a thousand times worse than this!” He pointed a slender claw at the brunette, who stayed frozen in place. 

“Don’t worry, (Y/n), I’ll make this world disappear along with you. You messed with the wrong angel, dear.” He whispered, before he took off, his massive ebony wings eclipsing over the bright sunny day. 

[yukiwrites]

Opening New Possibilities

Thank you so much for commissioning me, Anon! I hope you like this sinful sin ;D

Summary: Chrom always wanted his wife Robin to go... further down whenever she touched him, but was always afraid to bring it up with her. One day, however, he musters the courage and awkwardly touches the subject...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

The land was Ylisse. Its ruler, Chrom, The Exalt, governed alongside his Queen, Robin. Their lives couldn't have been better ever since she came back after sacrificing herself.

They spent day and night together, always wanting to make up for the lost time they couldn't enjoy together.

And yet, ever since before; ever since their marriage all those years ago, Chrom had a secret.

He had a secret he was too embarrassed to tell his Queen.

Still, every single night they spent under the same blankets, sharing each other's warmth, made him remember and long for it.

Chrom never really mustered the courage to tell Robin how very much he enjoyed whenever her hands travelled through his inner thighs and perineum whenever she sucked him off. Those were some of the best orgasms he'd ever had, and he wanted more.

He wanted Robin to touching him more; he wanted her to BE inside of him.

But how could he begin to even articulate such a question?! He was embarrassed enough to think about it, let alone to bring it up with her.

Their sex had always been great and they've been together for over seven years (counting the time she had been away, too!), so he worried. He worried that she might think that she's not good enough for him (Naga forbid!!) or that he might seem weird, period.

He had had such thoughts the whole day, prompted by the amazing head Robin had given him the previous night -- it came with perineum massaging and everything!

It felt so, so very good. He wanted to feel her more, to be touched more by his beloved wife.

And yet, every time he approached her, he felt like he was back in their Shepherds days -- he could barely look her in the face without blushing and turning into a stuttering fool. His heart beat so loudly in his ears, he could barely hear whatever excuse he would come up with so as to ease her mind of his strange behavior.

But of course it didn't work. Robin was sharper than anyone Chrom ever knew. The moment they were alone in their quarters after the day was done, she sat on the bed beside him and gently took his hand.

"Chrom, did something happen? You've avoided me all day... Did I do something?"

The Exalt flinched, quickly turning to his wife. "No! Gods, no, Robin... You never do anything that displeases me." He looked down, gulping. "I love you."

The Queen smiled softly, though the frown remained over her brow. She caressed his cheek, wanting him to look at her. "I love you too, silly." She breathed out. "Can you tell me what's troubling you? I can't bear to see you like this."

Chrom fidgeted, looking from her eyes to his hands, which he clenched so hard his nodes were turning white.

Embarrassment soon washed over his face, making him flash up like a blood moon in the night sky. "I..."

Robin closed her eyes so her gaze wouldn't press him to go on and rested her forehead on his shoulder. "It's okay, you can tell me anything." She slid her hand from his face to his own hand, bringing him solace.

His shoulders sagged, part of his mind wondering why he was such a fool to think that Robin of all people would judge him for his tastes.

She was his better half, his light in the darkness. Only with her he felt complete and whole.

Nevertheless, he needed to take two to three deep breaths, making Robin smile by his chest, remembering the day he proposed.

"This is... much harder than I thought. It all makes sense in my head, b-but I don't know how to put it to words..." He stuttered, clumsily intertwining his fingers with hers. His hands were cold and sweaty at the same time, making Robin worry.

Still, she wouldn't press him. She kept her head on his shoulder, snuggling on it so as to calm him down. "It's okay, my love. Take your time; I won't go anywhere. Not this time."

"D-deep breaths..." He closed his eyes and breathed in with everything he had, then out. "R-remember what we did last night?" He coughed.

Robin let out a confused smirk, lifting her gaze to him. "Quite well, if I may add."

"Hahah... hah..." He laughed nervously, squeezing her hands on his. "M-more specifically, you remember what y-you did t-t-to me, right? With your hands... not your mouth. Though the mouth was great, too."

Robin looked up in thought, the fog of lust from their past love-making taking its time to lift. But when it did, she let out an exclamation of surprise. "Oh! Oh no, you didn't like that? I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"No! No, no, Robin! On the contrary!" He held her shoulders before she could apologize more, his face on fire. "I loved it! I love it so much when you do it, so much I-" He looked from her eyes to his hands, "I... I was thinking if you...'d be willing to, you know... go, uh... further..." He deflated, looking away as the words took a lot of courage to be uttered.

Without a moment's hesitation, Robin replied:

"Sure."

Chrom's chin fell in surprise, his hands not realizing how much they squeezed his wife's shoulders. "I- Eh? You- you will?"

The Queen felt her face aflush, but managed to smile despite it. "Of course I will, you silly husband of mine." She lifted her shoulders so he would let go of them and cupped his face with her hands. "I only want to make you happy in any way I can. Besides, it's not like the thought hadn't crossed my mind before..."

"It-" Chrom choked, coughing. "It did?! W-when? How?"

Robin looked up in thought, an adorable thinking pout covering her lips. "Hmmm, I don't remember the first time exactly, but almost every time I go down on you and explore, you know... I love to hear how you sound. You really do love it when I touch you down there, so I've always wanted to hear more."

Chrom's shoulders sagged even more, his entire face, neck and ears red as the most bright firework. He wasn't ready for such a... ready response.

Actually, he wasn't ready to say it at all. Or to be accepted.

And yet, there Robin goes, always making him feel loved and at home, as she'd always done. He opened and closed his mouth, his hands still halfway between him and her body ever since he let go of her shoulders.

Robin put her index over her lips in thought. "Still, this is a pretty big decision, so we'll need to consider it carefully. We have lube from the times you do anal to me, but I'm not an expert in male anatomy to understand where to touch and how much pressure to apply..."

Chrom blinked, a nervous smile sprouting over his lips. "HAha, there you go, you tactical genius, you." He laughed, hugging his wife. "Always with the meticulous thinking."

Robin laughed in response, wrapping her arms around his back. "Of course! This isn't something to be taken lightly, you know. I need to understand how everything works so I won't end up hurting you. Remember we also took our time when you did it to me?"

The Exalt sniffed his wife's hair, deeply breathing her scent in. "... Yeah. Yeah, I remember. We took at least a week to get everything right so I could, uh, go... in."

"Ah, Chrom! You're making me remember everything! How good that felt!" She dug her nails over his sleepwear. "I can't wait to make you feel the same!"

Chrom squeezed the hug, wondering how could he fall even more in love with the same woman after so many years. "... Thanks, Robin. I meant it. I love you so much."

"As do I, my King." She caressed his hair as he slowly lay both of them down on the bed, snuggling to her chest. "I'll take it upon myself to study in the library tomorrow. We can set up a day for our first try if you want."

He laughed nervously. "Hah, I'm ready for you anytime, Robin." Then, he caressed her back, closing his eyes to listen to her heartbeat. "Just tell me whenever you feel comfortable to and we c-can try."

"I won't hurt you, I promise." She held his head, kissing his hair.

"I know you won't." He smiled, feeling the nervousness melt away.

He was safe. He was in his wife's -- in his beloved's -- arms. No harm would ever come from being with her.

Robin hummed with his acceptance, trailing her hands down to his back, pulling his shirt up. "I can't wait to hear your adorable voice..."

Chrom gulped, feeling his back bristle as she pulled up part of his sleepwear. "Hoh? I'm sensing something from your intentions, my perverted Queen."

"My, you shouldn't slander, my precious King." She feigned ignorance as he lifted his gaze to her, but they both could see the glint of lust in one another's eyes. "However, since you mentioned... Why don't we do something we're used to for now...?" She winked.

He was weak to her winks.

"That sounds like a great plan, my tactician." He licked her lips before letting her take his shirt off, a night of love and hot breaths following right after.

The following day, Robin did as she promised and went to study male anatomy at the royal library. She knew that there was an... adult section inside since she had browsed there years ago.

Each time they talked about it, they got even more excited, looking forward to it as though they were teenagers eager to experience their first sexual intercourse.

In a sense, it would be their first time, so their feelings weren’t that far-off from the truth.

On the day itself, Chrom could barely manage to function through his Exalted duties, making Robin smirk and turn into a blushing ball in consequence, having to hide her face with both hands so as to compose herself.

Chrom made sure not to overeat during the day, and took his time to wash himself once night came.

Her heart thumping by her chest, Robin changed into her nightgown and waited over the bed, not being able to hide her excited grin.

"Seeing you so openly excited about this makes me feel less nervous, somehow, Robin." Chrom said by the folding screen, wearing nothing but his bathrobe, his hair still wet.

"Well, of course I am! I can't wait to hear your adorable voice...!" She winked, making her husband flinch and blush in response.

"I... might be getting nervous again." He sat down beside his wife, twiddling his thumbs.

Robin scooted closer to him, using the bed sheet to dry his hair. "It's okay, Chrom. If you think it's too much for you right now, we can do it another day-"

"N-no! I'm ready, I swear I am!" He shook his head to free himself from the blanket, looking at Robin from below.

She felt an arrow of adorableness strike through her heart. She could get used to that kind of feeling.

Still, she smiled and lifted her chin, going back to scrubbing his head. "As I was saying, we can take it slow. What matters the most here is how you are feeling and how you'll feel."

Chrom smiled tenderly under Robin's forceful shakes, placing both hands over her waist. "Thanks, Robin. For accepting me and for caring for me so much."

"You don't need to thank me for that, you know. I'm your wife and I love you. I'll love you no matter what." She placed a kiss on his head over the blanket, finally taking it off to reveal his serious mien. "... It seems like you're ready, hm?"

His shoulders sagged as he brought his wife to him. "... Yeah. Whenever I'm with you, I know that everything will be alright."

Robin placed one knee over the bed, her other leg between both of Chrom's. "You're so sweet, my King. I love you so much." She lifted his chin with her index, placing a kiss over his lips. She slowly inserted her tongue as she slightly pushed him down on the bed, her hand inside his robe.

Chrom closed his eyes to enjoy his wife's taste, the nervousness somehow melting and giving way to excitement instead. He felt a moan die inside his throat as Robin explored his mouth with her tongue, sitting atop of him once he was on the bed, his feet still on the floor.

"Be a good boy and put your hands up, hm?" Robin bit his lower lip as she unfastened his robe, revealing his toned chest and abdomen.

As well as a budding erection.

"A-alright..." He obeyed sheepishly, lifting both arms overhead and holding a pillow with them so he wouldn't be tempted to lower them.

Robin took off her own nightgown, flashing her bare chest and lace underwear, complete with a garter belt. "R-Robin...!" He grunted, squeezing his eyes due to his wife's beauty.

She felt the erection rise immediately, poking her thighs.

"Oh, Chrom..." She smirked, placing one hand over the bed as she bended down to kiss him again, feeling how he wanted to linger more inside her mouth each time; how he wanted to taste her more.

She trailed down her kisses to his jaw and ear, enjoying how uneven his breathing had become.

Once again she sat over him, placing his erection in the middle of her crotch, feeling it poke her. Ignoring it, she pressed her hands around her husband's body, knowing he would feel her hands as though they were fire igniting his entirety.

She licked down his neck and chest, biting both of his nipples as she passed through them, slowly passing her tongue through each of his abdomen muscles. Carefully did she nip his erection when she arrived on it, her hands now pressing his thighs. "I'll need you to lift them for me, darling." She whispered by his glans, making Chrom dig his fingers into the pillow.

Robin watched as his erection trembled while he placed both feet over the bed. She herself gave way for him by kneeling on the floor, looking at everything first hand: he did wash himself thoroughly. His pinky anus was twitching furiously, surely due to embarrassment.

"D-don't look so hard..." He whined, meaning to close his legs, but Robin's hand over his thigh forbade him to.

"You're... you're so cute, Chrom. Oh, gods. You're adorable." Robin felt something awakening inside of her, the urge to simply ravish that man to heaven setting her heart and body on fire.

Chrom blushed so hard his eyes were teary. "I- Cute? Robin, I'm not-" He breathed out as she slid her hands downwards from his inner thighs, to his perineum. "Eek!"

He said EEK, Robin felt her mind explode, her face as red as her husband's. I want to hear more. MORE.

"Ah... hah..." Chrom breathed out, squeezing his eyes more and more as Robin pressed her middle finger over is perineum.

"Does it feel good? You need to tell me the moment it doesn't." She licked her lips, her throat suddenly dry. She wanted to suck him off, to drink his fluids and to be ravished by him... And yet, this experience was bringing her so much pleasure she felt her insides twitching without even being touched.

Hearing Chrom's embarrassed moans and watching his legs twitch in pleasure did something to her she never imagined it would. She felt actual PLEASURE by just seeing him squirm under her touch.

"You are. You really are so cute, Chrom." She whispered again and again, coating her fingers in lubricant as she slid her hands down to his anus.

"I'm not- eek!" He twitched in surprise as Robin trailed her finger around his anal opening.

"You said 'eek' again..." She mouthed to herself, lust fogging her gaze. "How do you feel? Can I slide it in?" She spoke aloud to him, prodding her middle finger.

"Hng... gah..." He bemoaned as she teased him, his erection coated in preseminal fluid. "D-don't keep asking..."

"But I have to, my love. I don't want to hurt you." She smirked, taking her free hand to her chest so as to calm it down.

Her heart was beating so fast; her body felt so hot. Her insides were also twitching like crazy, and she knew that the moment Chrom hit the climax, so would she, despite not being touched at all.

Everything was so adorable: his erection shot up whenever he twitched, bobbing to the sides helplessly, wanting someone to suck it off so dearly. Robin felt her throat drying even more as she pressed her finger into Chrom's anal opening, inserting the tip.

"How does it feel?" She felt it slide in with rather ease; the lube doing its work, though his insides made sure to suck into her so much she had to stop inserting it.

"It, gods, it feels... strange, I-" He opened his eyes to look at her, breathing so heavily he could barely form a coherent phrase. "I- oh gods, t-there...!"

Robin managed to insert her entire finger, finding a slight protuberance inside. So that was his sweet spot. "Here?" She tapped on his, feeling him suck her in so much even his toes gripped on the bed sheets.

"Ahn... y-yes, I- Oh, Robin..." He squirmed in pleasure, squeezing his eyes shut once again.

"Ah, I can't get enough of this..." She tapped into his sweet spot more and more, enjoying how much he could let out his voice.

His sweet, sweet, alluring voice.

"R-Robin, I-" He gritted his teeth, lifting his hips as though he couldn't control the amount of pleasure his body was feeling.

The adorable voice he used to call her name, the way his insides sucked her finger so much and how the semen shot up from his erection to his chest all made Robin have her own climax at the same time as him.

"Oh, Chrom. My sweet... adorable, Chrom." She squeezed her legs shut, her body trembling with the orgasm. Her finger was still trapped inside of him as his muscles refused to free her.

"Ah, hah... R-Robin... this felt- amazing, I-"

"You only regret not asking earlier?" She panted, using her free hand to touch his still-erect penis. "I have something you might want to hear, then..."

[ragnvdnir]

I'M LITERALLY CRACKING UP EVERYTIME BC OF YOU 😭😭😭

yea probably itto would mindlessly introduce u to ayato cuz 🤩 you're best bros alright 🤝🤝🤝 on your way to be best bros with ayato 😤😤

No hold on bc why are you so funny- 🤧🤧🤧

And now if u gon fight me u have a ball now??? Not a sword?? 🧐🧐🧐 Is this bc of the vyn volleyball card????? 👀 📸💥 I opened it to see the comments and you're all the comments 📸📸📸 Down bad, down bad😌😏🤨📸🚓 you liking some guy who plays with balls ?? 🤨🤔😭 /j

yes ur hot ein 🥴🥴🥴 gotta get that high damage elemental reactions🤩💥💥💥

u thought ur fighting with me???🤯🤯🤯 You're saying that as if you didn't have a crisis with yourself on some asks 🥰😘💞 i wounded u dearly? No problem i have jean to heal u 😌💞💞💞 then u can take that back😘

Ayato might be the payment for you being funny 👀🤭🤔😌 who knows?? 🥴😳

Ein are you possibly plotting a crime of arson and kidnapping??!?!?! 🤭😳🧐😰🥴

"Kamisato Estate burned to ashes with Kamisato Ayato left inside, claimed to be spraying the fire 🔥💦😩 with his hydro 💦vision😘💦✨ but still ended up burned and also buried🤩 mysteriously. 🧐🤔🤔 Not only that, Kamisato Ayaka is also found to be missing 😱 from the estate with no traces of being burned🔥⁉️ to ashes— like La Signora💃🔥— and is suspected to be kidnapped 😌by the culprit 👀 the fire is allegedly been started💥💥 using those who wield pyro visions 🔥✨ The allegedly culprit behind this terrible event😔😩 is pointed out to be the Kamisato housekeeper, Thoma. 🤭🤔🤸‍♂️ There are no traces of solid evidences yet😩🤧, but the presence of a pyro vision's effect is evident.🤯😱😳 "

i also have heard abt the mistranslation 🤧 it really depends on the direction of the voice director 💀

i'm tryna learn your humor so i could match the vibe and i aint just a dry ass person like albedo 🙄🙄 one of my kins 😌

Keep simping, ein. 😘 🥰🥰

Goodluck to us tmrw on Ayato banner 😩💞

— 🍰.

I AM THE SOURCE OF YOUR HAPPINESS 🤤🤤 LEGIT NO LIES😍😍

uh but being bro with him is not my intention tho😳🕶️🤏 its more than that

oh god ikr😍 i am so funny💅 if only being like this is a job then i would be a millionaire rn🙄🙄🙄

and what's the problem with balls🧐 before you can slash me im already throwing balls at you 😍💅 wait i answered your ask before i saw that vyn card but i mean *tucks hair* i wouldn't mind him being the reason ehehe👉👈 caught in 4k i see🤔 made sure i looked gorgeous in those okay🧐 you have one job and that is to make sure you photographed me right🙄

HOLD ON I HAVE TO STOP BREATHING THERE FOR A SECOND😭😭 IK WHAT YOU MEAN BY BALLS BUT MY BRAIN SUDDENLY TOOK A U TURN😭😭 THIS IS YOUR FAULT👹👹 YOU'RE TAINTING MY NAME AND REPUTATION 😤😤

ikr🙄 i am scorchingly hot 💅 wait is this a sign to hell😃 oh nah im quitting

uh huh really? where are your receipts that i am fighting myself in some ask?🧐🧐 this gorgeous human is found innocent until proven guilty 🤾🤾🤾

i dont need your billie jean, i need hu tao to burry me alive🥳

AYO ANON I LIKE WHAT YOU'RE THINKING 😏😏 but no❤️ i need money and its always me before hoes💔 i can lure them with my miney u know 🤤 so its like two birds with one stone, i am rich and i get to have them #smart #girlboss #influencer #ubettercomehomeayato

oh, abt that crime👉👈

🍰 ANON *wipes my tears with the non existent money i could have if being funny is a job* THIS IS VERY INSPIRATIONAL, A WONDERFUL WORK OF ART, AFTER READING THIS ARTICLE IT CHANGED MY WHOLE LIFE, I BECAME A SUCCESSFUL PERSON, I GOT 10 OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALS, 6 OSCARS. NEXT YEAR IM PLANNING TO BUY A MOON, IT ALL HAPPENED BC OF YOU, THANK YOU FOR THIS🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I RAISED YOU RIGHT MY DEAR ANON, LOOK AT YOU NOW😍 HAVING A TOP TIER HUMOR LIKE ME 😤😏 i feel like a mother watching her child perform effortless *cries dramatically* my little love has grown up *sobs as i hug taroumaru*

wdym my dear albedo is dry? excuse me? that boy is perfectly fine🤨 he have everything except me💔 *sheds a tear* its your fault albedo, when i asked you to come back home u left me like a fool and gave me another one to replace your absence *looks at him and see him dgaf* its your lost *walks away with c1 mona*

i will, after all someone said thats the content of this blog🙄 i wonder who🧐

let him chase us if he doesn't come home, it's his lost💅

[cypherwives-blog]

Ship for Anon

Hi~! Can I get a description ship with BTS? I'm an INFJ & a libra (taurus moon o3o/ ). I love animals, baths, video games, reading and writing. I'm rather introverted but I can be witty and sarcastic. I love skinship. Uh, I'm rather sensitive but I will stick up for myself and my loved ones. I'm pretty lazy / really enjoy leisure activities. I'm pretty intelligent: I graduated HS & college with honors. I suffer from several mental illnesses but I always fight for quality of life. Thank you!<3

Hello dearest!

(yay taurus!)

I ship you with BTS’s grandpa... SUGA

-Suga is quite sarcastic and can have a quite a bite to his sense of humor. He would like someone who could also be sarcastic too. He would love that you would be able to keep up with him and have a good sarcastic remark ready for when he was in a sassier mood.

-Although Yoongi doesn’t want to admit it, I think he is a super sensitive softie himself. (I’m such a sucker for SOFT Yoongi) It’s his Pisces nature. You would bring out his sensitive side and provide him with a safe place to be himself. He would feel comfortable being able to share his hopes, fears, dreams, and stress with you without feeling like a burden of feeling judged. Although he may seem a little annoyed he would always be there to listen to you vent or hold you when you are having a rough day. But he would LOVE that while you were sensitive you still stood up for things you believed in and people you loved. He would love that bold streak in you and  anytime you were outspoken or stood up for others he would completely fall head over heals in love with you all over again.

-Speaking of holding, this boy is a secret fan of skinship. He is always trying to hold the other member’s hands. (PLEASE SOMEONE HOLD HIS HAND) I think he would want a partner who was also a fan of skinship. While i’m not so sure if he’d be into PDA, I know he would LOVE to snuggle with you when you two were alone at home. He would love to hold you hand and be so soft for your hugs. This boy would never let you leave the bed when he had the day off and would pull you into his arms and drift back to sleep until the early afternoon.

    “Jagi, it’s too cold. Don’t leave. We don’t have anything to do... Lets just              stay like this for a while..”

-Suga is someone who has suffered from anxiety and depression. He would really admire your fighting spirit. He would be there to help you through any tough days and would seek guidance and get you help if you were ever struggling. Suga is a such a loyal guy so he would be there for you thick or thing. He would work so hard to make sure that you were okay and felt happy, supported, and safe in the relationship.

-Since you love animals Yoongi would be so happy to introduce you to Holly. If you and Holly got along (which I’m sure you would cause you seem so sweet!) he would take it as a sign that you were prefect for him. But beware, i could see grumpy/jealous Yoongi surfacing if Holly ended up preferring you over him.

-Yoongi would find your intelligence very attractive. He would love that you worked hard in school. He would also really like that he could talk about deep topics with you. I think your mind would be one of the things that first drew him in. He would love to listen to you explain things you were passionate about and would really just enjoy listening to you talk.

-Yoongi is also an introvert so I think that he would gravitate towards people who were calmer and needed time alone like he does. He would respect that you needed your own time to recover and he would really like that you wouldn’t be hurt by his need for space. But don’t think this means you wouldn't ever hang out. Even though he was busy and even if he needed ‘me time’ he would still make sure to make time for you. You would always been in his thoughts and he would find himself naturally being drawn to you. Eventually, as you become more comfortable with each other, I think he would end up coming to you when he needed a recharge.

I hope you enjoyed your ship. I went a little overboard with it! Thank you so much for requesting. Please feel free to request from another one of our options.

-Admin M.

gifs are not mine

[ask-svt-hearteu]

Omg I was so (not) ready to ask for a scenario, but after finishing reading those notes from the admins, I just need to say thank you! You have made this entire blog and earned yourselves 2k followers with your amazing writings! You're all so lovely and it's clear you're so passionate about svt, which makes this blog so much better as it goes into your work and replies. We followers love you guys loads and I know your biases (svt or not) do too ♡ sending virtual hugs and much happiness ♡ 1/5

“ Admin Jess: I’m so grateful for everything you’ve put into this blog alongside your own work. Remember to look after yourself first though, your own health is a priority and we’d all understand if ever you needed to take a break with all that you have going on. I hope to see you getting some rest soon :) And Josh absolutely adores you, I can tell you that. How could he not? I hope you get to meet him soon   2/5 “

Admin Jess: I’m actually crying T^T honestly I’m so emotional and just jdvnuf you’re so sweet bb, we didn’t expect people to really read our thank you’s. You’re always welcome to request a scenario and really all we wanted was to thank you, all of you, for helping us make it this far

“ Admin Seri: thank you for everything you’ve put into this blog. You deserve each and every one of these followers with your incredible writing ability. And I know that Soonyoung loves you so much, he’d be insane not to. I hope you can meet him sometime soon   3/5 “

Admin Seri: first, i’d like to thank you for reading our essay and writing one back, my heart is fluttering :’) your so sweet i don’t even know what to say >.

“ Admin Meagan: you may have just joined recently but you should be showered in love too. Us followers are so glad you applied - your writing is gorgeous and I adore reading it. Almost as much as Soonyoung adores you. I hope you see him again soon   4/5 “

Admin Meagan: It’s so sweet of you to send us all individual appreciation ask I’m emOTIONAL AHHHHHH. Thank you so much anon from the bottom of my heart

“ Admin Soph: another new admin who should be receiving lots of love! All 2k of us are so happy you applied to be admin - your insanely talented and it shows in your writing. Jun definitely cherishes you, there’s no doubt about it. I hope you meet him soon   5/5 “

Admin Soph:  Okay seriously, thank you for reading our emotional thanks HAHA. And taking your time writing us individual messages

[imaginedeux]

Beautiful (Jack Barakat Plus Sized Imagine)

Anon: Hello! I was wondering if you could please do a Jack Barakat imagine where the reader is plus-size? I feel like I don’t see a lot of imagines/fanfiction where the reader/character is plus-size, and that upsets me as a plus-size woman. Lots of fluff! Smut too, if you’re OK with that because BBW’s enjoy sexy times too. If you're not, I totally understand. Thank you! ☺️💕

As a plus sized woman, I understand the need for imagines like this, so thank you for requesting! I unfortunately do not do smut, cause I would probably be shit at it. But I hope you like it!

Trigger Warnings: Body Image Issues

“(Y/N), come on, come out so I can see it!” Lisa yelled happily from outside the changing room, while you were struggling to fit into the biggest size this store had. You had to admit the dress was beautiful, and the color looked amazing even with your skin tone, but it didn’t look right, it didn’t look right on you. The dress made your stomach look even bigger than it actually was, your back rolls looked horrible as the fabric clung to them. The worst part was, the dress didn’t have sleeves, which turned you off in the first place but Lisa had insisted on you trying it on. You’ve never liked your arms, they were always bigger and to you just didn't look right, which is why, even in the dead of summer, you always wore a t-shirt. You sighed taking off the dress and put it back on the hanger it was on originally.

“It didn’t fit Lisa, it was too small.” You murmured emerging from the cubical, back in the clothes you were in when you got to the store.

“Damn it, it’s so pretty as well. It’s okay, we’ll just go to another store, we’re not leaving the mall until we find you a dress for the wedding.” Lisa said taking the dress off your hands and gave it to one of the workers there, thanking them for helping you all. You’d known Lisa since both of you had graduated high school and started working at the same shop together. Both of you became friends instantly and have been close ever since. It was through Lisa that you were able to meet All Time Low. You instantly befriended the group of men, one more than the others, aka Jack, a man you instantly fell for. Not wanting to scare him off you placed yourself into the ‘friend-zone’, but grew closer to him as the years went by.

It was Lisa’s wedding in a couple of weeks and you still hadn't found a dress to wear to the wedding, you were starting to panic. Hours passed and you were still without a dress.

“Lisa, it’s getting late, and we’ve gone to every store in the mall, hell, we’ve even gone into the plus sized section of Forever 21 and none of them looked good. I’ll just come next week, they might have new shipments.” You sighed walking out of another store. “Hey I gotta get home, I promised Jack we could have a movie night at my place.” You said grabbing your keys out of your purse. 

“So, you and Jack? Huh?” Lisa said wiggling her eyebrow at you.

“No, no.” You blushed. “Its just that um...”

“You’ve got to tell him you like him (Y/N)! I know for a fact that he likes you.” Lisa said happily.

“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter Lisa.” You said laughing, “I’ll text you later.”

A couple of hours passed and you were arguing with Jack, who had just arrived not to long after you did, over what movie to watch.

“Why can’t we just watch ‘Home Alone’? We both love it, and it won't give me nightmares like freaking ‘Texas Chainsaw’ will!” Jack groaned from next to you. Jack and you shared the same taste in music, TV shows, hell shared the same taste in fashion, you honestly lived in black t-shirts and dark jeans, but the both of you would constantly butt heads with what movie to watch. He loved his Home Alone, and you love your Horror movies.

“Jack, we just watched ‘Wayne’s World’, and you know how much I hate it, I think we should watch something that you’re not particularly fond of, which is almost the entirety of my movie collection. Besides, Texas Chainsaw isn’t that scary.”

“ISN’T THAT SCARY?! THIS SHIT IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY LIKE THERE WAS AN ACTUAL GUY WHO DID THIS SHIT!”

“Not really, the guy who did exact thing wasn’t in Texas, and he was caught, Texas Chainsaw was based on another thing that ‘supposedly’ happened. But they never caught the guy so...” You explained as if it was nothing.

“THAT MAKES IT WORSE!” Jack yelled grabbing one of the pillows on your couch, cuddling it for dear life.

“Look, lets make a deal. We make it through this movie, and we can go for Fro-Yo, my treat. And if you’re still scared shitless, we can watch Home Alone 1 and 2 next time.”

“Fro-Yo, then we come back and watch Home Alone.” He bargained lifting his head from the pillow.

“Fine, deal.”

“Fuck you (Y/N), fuck ‘Texas Chainsaw’, fuck horror movies.” Jack mumbled in-between scoops of the frozen treat. The entire drive to the shoppe, every time he was forced to stop at a light, he would instantly check if the doors were locked, if the windows were all the way up, and checked if there were any people near the car.

“But did you die?” You asked laughing taking a bite out of the chocolate candy you had put in with your fro-yo.

“I will of a heart attack. Hey! Did you end up finding a dress for the wedding? I just remembered you and Lisa went shopping.”

That’s when you lost your appetite, you instantly regretting getting the unhealthy bits to your Fro-Yo. You sighed, pushing the treat away from you.

“No, couldn’t find anything.” You said remembering how bad you felt seeing that none of the dresses fit, or didn’t look as nice as it did on the hanger. Your felt your heart drop at the fact, your nails leaving crescent moons in the palm of your hands at the memory.

“Damn that sucks. I was really hoping you did so we could go suit shopping for me.”

“How can you NOT have your suit? That takes so much more time to get fitted! Jack this is your best friend’s wedding you can be waiting last minute to get this done! And why did you hope that I had gotten a dress already?”

“Cause-” Jack started before loud voices broke through the silence that filled the place. The both of you turned to see a group of Jack’s friends, most of them looking like they were drunk. “Hey!”

“JACK! How you doing buddy?” One of the guys asked coming to your table, trying to bring him in for a hug. “We were bar hopping and decided to get something to eat, do you wanna join us after?” His words slurring a bit.

“Nah man, I’m hanging out with a friend tonight. Maybe another time.” He explained giving his friend a side hug before gesturing to you. “Leo, this is (Y/N), I’ve known her for about 7 years now, (Y/N) this Leo, i’ve known him since high school.”

“The cow hasn't changed has she.” He slurred giving you a once over. Straight through the heart, you felt yourself sink into the metal chair. You instantly felt as if you were taking up too much space in the almost empty shoppe. That feeling only doubled hearing his group of friends laugh at his remark.

“What did you just say?” Jack asked, his voice rough.

“I knew who she was in high school, she’s still the same fat ass she was before.” He laughed looking at you. You looked down at your jean clad thighs, wanting to scratch away at it. Before you knew it there was a thud, and the guy was on the floor, holding onto his face. “WHAT THE FUCK JACK!?” 

“Never, ever speak to me or (Y/N), ever again. Or I will fuck you up. Come on, (Y/N)...” Jack said grabbing your hand, dragging you out of the shoppe.

“Jack! Hey, slow down! JACK!” You yelled taking your hand back from his grasp. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? Didn't you hear what that asshole said?!” Jack yelled back at you, his voice rough with anger.

“That asshole was your friend! And yes I heard what he said but you don't think I’ve been hearing that all my life Jack?!” You yelled getting to his car, taking your seat in the passenger seat. It took a minute for Jack to cool down and join you in his car. The entire way back to your house, the car was silent neither of you wanting to cut the tension that had accumulated through out the ride.

“Thanks for the Fro-Yo Jack, hope you get your suit.” You said, quickly getting out of the car. 

“Wait no, (Y/N)!” Jack yelled getting out of his car running up to you. “What did you mean you’ve been hearing this all your life? This isn’t the first time someone’s come up to you?”

“People have commented on my weight since I was in middle school, and no this isn’t the first time someone’s said it to my face. This is nothing though, you should ask your fans how they feel about me hanging around you and the rest of the band.” 

“The fans? They’ve told you things? Why haven't you told me? Or even Lisa, she would have told Alex!”

“Because nothings going to change Jack! Don't you get it, as long as I continue to weigh this much, all those shitty comments are going to keep coming in and Im going to have to put up this fucking façade that their comments don't fucking feel like they're putting thousands of knives in my back!” You yelled as you reached the door, tears water falling down your cheeks. “It hurts so fucking much Jack, I've tried for the past 10 years to lose weight, but school and work never helped, I'm so tired of being the ‘fat friend’. You sobbed leaning against your front door. “Everyones input online doesn't help either, why don't you think I have little to no photos of myself on any of my social media anymore? Its all my friends family and anything I like. And when you or one of the guys post a photo with me I see the shit your fans post.” You explained opening the door to apartment.

“Wait when?” Jack asked confused following you, he knew how cut throat his fans were but he never knew the anger was pointed at you as well.

“My birthday a couple months back, when you flew me out to one of your shows, there were a couple of fans who uploaded videos of when you pulled me on stage to sing happy birthday to me, and all they were yelling was how fat I was, how I should just go and die, and so much more, since then I've refrained from posting any photos of myself on twitter or insta.” You sobbed walking into your living room, happy to let all of this frustration out, but scared that Jack was seeing this part of you.

“(Y/N), please don't listen to them, they aren't real fans if they come after you.” Jack whispered bringing you in a tight hug, allowing you to sob into his shirt. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you actually are do you?”

“Don't lie for my sake Jack.” You sniffled, not wanting to hear anything. You had already talked to your mom and siblings about this, and they all said that you were beautiful no matter what, blah, blah, blah. You didn't need to hear more lies, especially not from Jack.

“I’m not lying (Y/N). You’re honestly the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen and had the honor to meet.”

“Jack stop lying...” You murmured trying to get out of his grasp. “Stop lying to me!”

“IM NOT FUCKING LYING (Y/N)!” Jack yelled, something out of character for him. “(Y/N), I-I, geez, I really, really like you (Y/N). If I would have known you were going through this I would have shut up those fans as soon as I found out. I would have made sure that the fans knew how fucking important you are to the band, to Liza, to me. (Y/N), you know no idea how much I want to protect you from everything.” Jack said finally letting you go.

“I can protect myself J-Jack.” You retaliated almost at the verge of tears.

“I know you can, I really know you can, but I want to help you. You’re too amazing to have to go through this alone. Even if you don't want my help, please, please know that I’ll always be here for you.” Jack pleaded getting a hold of your hand. 

“Okay, i’ll let you know.” You caved, giving him a small smile through your tears.

“Thank you babe. Now come on, lets watch Supernatural or something.” He laughed leading you to the couch, bringing you in for a cuddle.

“I t-thought that you wanted to watch ‘Home Alone’?” You asked, a huge blush on your cheeks from the pet name he mentioned.

“Changed my mind, Supernatural is a show i’ve been wanting to get into, and I saw that you’ve seen it on Netflix from when we were looking for something to watch. Come on babe.” Jack said grabbing the remote switching over to Netflix, clicking on Supernatural.

“W-whats with the p-pet name?” You asked as the episode started playing.

“I didn't think you would notice it. Li-Like I said before, I really like you (Y/N), so I was wondering, if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” Jack asked scratching the back of his neck as a blush played at his cheeks.

“Sure.” You replied after a minute, a small smile on your face.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, now shh, this is one of my favorite episodes. And remind me to get mad at you for not getting your suit yet.”