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[dave-me0wstaine]

plz can you write angst with a happy ending ( maybe some smut ) about late 90s / early 2000s dave

hello my love!! i'm sorry i didn't get to this sooner, but i wasn't sure what exactly i should write for it :/ also ik it sounds like you want a full fic, but tbh i'm not a big fan of angst and i don't have the brain power to write a full-fledged fic atm, so i'm just gonna do a little blurb if that's okay?

nsfw under the cut!

okay so i geniunely don't think that you and dave get really, truthfully angry at each other often. i'm a firm believer that, while dave is definitely a live-wire, his partner can instantly extinguish whatever anger he has. almost as if they have a pacifying effect on him.

but, with that being said, there are the rarities in which you two argue. if it's in the late 90s and early 2000s, the argument is most likely about him always being away from home on tour. while it helps that you can come with him sometimes, it's still not the same as having him at home all to yourself.

i imagine that you two start arguing while you're tagging along on tour. you're tired, ready to go home, and all you want is to go to the hotel and have some privacy with dave. but instead, as per usual, the band hangs back after the show to sign shirts, records, the likes. and as you hang back to observe them, you see dave becoming a little too happy, a little too smiley with a girl. and then she kisses him. it's on the cheek, which in retrospect isn't a huge deal, but something about it set you off.

what was supposed to be a nice, relaxing car-ride back to the hotel turns into a stressful one, full of shouts and accusations. dave was exasperated; you'd always told him to be nicer, to not be so prickly, so mean, and he was trying to be, and instead of praise he was being yelled at. and what was he supposed to do? push off a girl who was the size of toothpick? who did something seemingly so harmless?

by the time the two of you make it in the hotel room, dave is livid, and corners you in the bathroom. he starts giving you rough kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest, desperate to convince you that all he thinks about is you. he drags you to the bedroom, and starts shedding you of your clothes, uttering hushed praises, hushed confessions of how much he loves for you and cares for you, about how he's not going to let some stupid girl get in-between what you two have. he continues his praises as he fucks you, setting a gentle, deep pace.

he makes sure to make you feel loved, wanted, cared for. he holds your hands as he's thrusting into you, resting his forehead on yours so he can look into your eyes, hoping that the love he holds for you is conveyed through his gaze somehow.

by the end, when the anger has subsided and all that remains is the two of you, sweaty, tangled in each other's arms, dave strokes your hair and utters "i love you, baby. always will.”

[kisses4reid]

understand? pt. 1 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you’re a polyglot translator assigned to work for the bau in a cross-national case, and there’s a doctor who wants to impress you.

genre - fem!reader, SHE/HER r, fluff, meet cute, you know more than spencer and he’s attracted to that

warnings - you're both awkward, mentions of gross case file photos, little research about polyglots actually done so there are inaccuracies, cliffhanger for part 2.

w/c - 1.4k

a/n - thank you for the req anon!! there was multiple parts to this but i really like the first idea so that’s what this fic is about, might keep the other idea for later hehe. i did change some aspects. love you, thank you for the support <33 there will be multiple parts!!! stay tuned!!!

req - hi pia 💞💝🩷💓 how r u? i hope you’re feeling wonderful! this is my first time requesting smthg i apologize if i get something wrong! i’ve been having 2 thoughts about spencer x fem!reader, where reader is a russian translator and idk they meet cute or she has to work with the bau helping them on a case. just wanted to give these ideas to you, obviously feel free to do anything with them! i really enjoy your work and your writing is incredible! i have your notifications on so i am always reading whatever you post! have a great day pia 💝 lots n lots of kisses for u!

This was not what you expected. 

You, a woman in your late twenties that spent most of her time in a room listening to voices and decoding foreign messages, didn’t know what you expected. But this: a scary boss, an italian old man, and a skinny college kid, was not it. 

“Y/n L/n? I’m Aaron Hotchner, the unit chief, and this is Agent Rossi and Doctor Agent Reid.” 

You nodded your head, thick hair covering your top eyelashes as you glanced at the men. Agent Rossi shook your hand, and Dr Reid simply stood and gawked at you. To be honest, it made you worried. You had been warned this was a close knit team, that they trusted each other more than anything and that you shouldn’t get attached to any of them as you’d only be assisting them for one case.

Maybe they just didn’t warm up to new people. 

“I’ll do your formal introduction to the rest of the team now, if you’re settled down.” He asks cooly. You like the way his voice rasps, it’s assertive yet comforting. 

“Yes, of course. I can’t wait.” You smiled reassuringly at the unit chief, not ignoring the raised eyebrow you received from the silent young man now behind you.

Aaron Hotchner, your new boss for the next week or so, lead you to a large room with a circular table sat in the middle. There were two other women, one blonde and one raven haired, and another bald man that glanced at you immediately after you entered. They smiled at you and trailed your steps to where you stood beside the unit chief in front of a large TV screen.

“Everyone, this is Agent Y/n L/n. She’ll be assisting us with the Becker case you’ve all been informed of. She’ll mainly be our translator and interpreter, but she’ll also be useful for cultural identifiers and anything that we wouldn’t notice otherwise.” 

You nodded along, never being a fan of introductions since you moved to America as a small child. 

“This is JJ, our liaison, Agent Emily Prentiss and Agent Derek Morgan.” 

The ladies smiled at you, in fact all of them did. They were surprisingly open to the fact you would be joining them, the fact made your shoulders loosen and a breath to be let out discreetly. 

Next, you were on a long plane flight to Maine with Agents you had known for little under two hours, conversing about victim profiles and motives. The table in front of the ladies and your boss was strewn with victim files and gruesome photos. And while you weren’t a stranger to the dangers and violence the job brought, you had gotten comfortable with only hearing about it and not seeing it. So you opted to hover around the table and stay silent, you weren’t a trained profiler after all, just a translator.  

There was a wave of cologne that disrupted your senses, causing you to angle your head back, only to be greeted by the tall doctor. 

You smiled softly, assuming the closeness was due to the aeroplane's arrangement. Also because you got the vibe that Spencer didn’t like you. 

“Are you okay? You seem uneasy,” he asked. It was the first time you heard his voice. And it was as adolescent as you imagined for someone so young, but it had a sophisticated edge to it, with a honey-like undertone. Finding things in voices as if they were perfumes was something you unconsciously started to do since working as a translator.

“I’m fine.” You grinned reassuringly, turning back to focus on the team’s findings. 

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows slightly and stepped away, sitting down beside Morgan who had taken a seat at the back. Morgan squinted at his friend, noticing the rare confusion splayed on his face as he stared in your direction. 

“What’s up? Pretty girl got your tongue?” Morgan removed his headphones with a cheeky smile displayed on his handsome face.

“For someone who specialises in languages she doesn’t talk much.” 

Morgan smirked, “Maybe not to you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong though.” Spencer ripped his gaze off the back of your head.

“You’ve been staring at her since she walked through those doors. You were so distracted you didn’t even greet her this morning.” Morgan pointed out. Spencer tilted his head confused, a small blush creeping up his neck. “I watched the whole thing from the conference room, so did JJ and Emily.” 

The tall boy slumped in his chair and forced himself to look out of the plane’s window, avoiding a reply to Morgan as he knew it would only result in more teasing. You were physically attractive, everyone could see that, but the thing that caught Spencer’s attention was your intelligence. He was no stranger to being a polyglot, he learnt languages for fun, but you were simply next level. Morgan studied Spencer’s face for a second before raising his attention to your hovering state. “Agent Y/n L/n.” Morgan called, causing Spencer to widen his eyes and immediately adjust his slumped position in his plane seat. You turned your head in surprise, slightly confused why you would be needed anywhere else than the files you had been translating for the past two minutes. Your heels were silent against the carpeted floors, but Spencer could sense your presence anyways. 

“How many languages do you speak?” The stoic man asked, his eyes darting between you and the doctor below you. You were not short, your genes didn’t allow for it, but you had noticed you were only taller than JJ and Rossi in the team and it felt foreign to not tower over everyone. “Um, I speak 8 languages fluently, and 4 languages semi-fluently.” You stated, readying to turn back to assist the team before Morgan spoke up once again

“Did you know that pretty boy can speak Spanish and German?” 

Before Spencer could help himself, he corrected the man, “And Latin and Russian,” Spencer turned his head up to you, “But I can understand more.” 

You smiled, genuinely impressed and confused on how a man that young could learn that much. But to be fair, you were in the same boat. The nickname got your attention, locking it in the back of your mind to remind yourself that the people you were working with did in fact have senses of humour, and weren’t just heartless officers. There wasn’t any reason to think that though, as you had been cared for with respect and even Prentiss made a funny remark beforehand. It sort of felt like a family dinner you were intruding on. “That’s impressive, Doctor Reid.” You reply genuinely. 

“I mean it’s nothing compared to you though,” his voice was pitched slightly higher and his hands started motioning to nothing in particular, “your brain is constantly changing from high activity to low activity when you're translating from one language to another. Your language network, the lateral frontal lobe, is constantly lighting up and dimming down depending on what language you hear, ordinary people’s language networks only turn on and off.” 

Morgan smirked and glanced up at your intrigued and surprised expression. You nodded, a small blush coating the tips of your ears as you responded, “Thank you.” You didn’t really know what else to say, which is funny for someone who understands so many languages, so you simply smiled and turned back to the table. Spencer slumped again, watching you walk away and asking himself why he would inform a pretty girl about her own brain, when she most definitely already knows about it. 

“Don’t worry too much, Reid.” Morgan called, grabbing Spencer’s attention. The boy raised a brow, not understanding. “She digs it, I can tell. But she’s just like you, knows how to speak in a million ways and still doesn’t know how to small talk.” 

You landed without any more awkward interactions, and got introduced to some sheriffs in Maine, one of them giving you a tighter handshake than the rest and a stare that could only mean unpleasant things. It wasn't something sexist or creepy that lingered in his eyes, it was more like hatred. Spencer took the sheriff's attention away from you after noticing what the whole team did, and asked him to show him the records they kept at the precinct.

Emily Prentiss came up behind you and placed a hand on your upper arm, squeezing it like she understood what you had thought you'd seen. Out of everyone else in the team, she would understand the most.

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[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - careful

a/n: last of the requested fics (that took me too long to write), i hope the anon who requested it will enjoy it :33 also, my manga collection is growing (five new mangas are coming my way) and let me tell you i'm excited asf !!!!!

summary: you hurt yourself during a volleyball match, and tsukki seems to be worried

warnings: none, reader hurts their finger

'aw, shit.'

you tried to hide it, but everyone inside the gym could clearly hear you hissing in pain after the spike hit your fingers a tad bit too hard, ball falling out of the court right after.

karasuno wasn't a school known for having volleyball prodigies, especially concerning the female team - the girl's skills were far from perfect and thoughts of ever winning a high-school championship could only be a dream out of reach for them. the idea of having a training match with the other team to try and improve their skills against a tougher opponent was surely a great one.

except for the fact that you weren't particularly used to spikes being this strong.

asahi looked in fear at your painful expression as michimiya checked up on you, the older student already walking up to apologize over and over, embarrassed with how he couldn't properly manage the strength of his spike. as he walked under the net, already coming up to you, he realized that he was overtaken by someone already.

'would it kill you to at least try and be more careful for one day?'

tsukishima grumbled to himself, fingers intertwined with yours as he firmly held your hand and dragged you away, making sure you heard the annoyance in his tone. he wasn't mad at you - if anything, he was worried and irritated with the turn of events.

he huffed, motioning for you to sit down at the bench, eyes scanning the gym hall for one of their managers, whom he intended to ask for the tape and bandages, as well as something to reduce the swelling. fortunately for him, he didn't have to ask, as yachi had run to get those things the moment she noticed the accident happen.

the blonde girl smiled at you, crouching down next to the bench.

'i can take it from here-'

'no need.'

she turned to face tsukishima, but he didn't even let her finish the sentence, already grabbing the stuff from her hands as he put the ice pack over your fingers carefully.

'does it hurt?' he mumbled the question, reaching for the bandages.

'you're being so dramatic right now, kei.' your words gained an annoyed huff from him. 'i barely got hit.'

'you didn't answer my question.'

'alright, it hurts a little.' you admitted, trying to move your index finger a few times, a jolt of pain making your face scrunch.

'then it needs to be taken care of.'

the two of you seemed to have ignored the overbearing silence from other club members, most standing over you to make sure you're alright, some still waiting for the match to continue. tsukishima seemed to be in his own little world, completely focused on properly bandaging your fingers, hands carefully wrapping it around, making sure he didn't accidentally hurt you in the process.

there was always some sort of gentleness in everything he did around you; from his eyes, usually so cold and emotionless, that would always stare at you with utmost love and care, to the occasional touches, small and, for some, insignificant, that were more than enough for the blonde to show you that he cares.

whenever with you, his facade would slowly crumble, the true nature behind it out in the open.

'aww look guys, tsukishima is actually not a heartless monster!'

his fingers froze in place, and if it weren't for the fact he was handling you at the moment, tanaka's comment would probably make him leave the gym with an annoyed huff.

the boy turned around for a second, a smile gracing his face.

'that's why the girl i like actually said yes.' he adjusted his glasses, head slightly tilted to the side. 'and how is that going for you?'

you couldn't help but crack a smile at tanaka's enraged expression, the upperclassmen having to hold him back from smacking the blonde first year, all giggling as they watched the scene unfold.

'don't be so cocky, kei.' you mumbled in his ear, standing up from your seat as you nudged your boyfriend's shoulder with your healthy hand. 'i don't think i have to remind you that i had to ask you out because you were too much of a coward-'

'we can leave that out of the conversation.'

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[cheolhub]

WORTH THE WAIT — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu forgets about the date you’ve had planned and he wants to show you he’s sorry in a rather unconventional way.

wc. 1.8k

warning. unprotected sex, couch sex, dumbification, lots of apologizing, big d!ck!gyu (ofc), kinda angsty but it’s all resolved, creampie — MINORS DNI 18+

note. this idea was sent by my beloved 🌵 anon… like…. literal months ago lol— it was a drabble at first, then it got a bit too long, so enjoy it xx [not proofread, kinda shitty]

contrary to belief, kim mingyu does have a few faults. he can be a bit clumsy and he’ll accidentally eat your leftovers every time he’s over, but the biggest fault of them all is… he can be a bit forgetful.

so when mingyu accidentally double books hanging out with wonwoo on the same night as your date, you find yourself dolled up and waiting around your apartment for him, unaware of his whereabouts. you hadn’t seen him much due to your conflicting schedules and you’d been looking forward to the date all week long.

you wait and wait— 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour. you text him a few times, but you don’t get a response and you figure he’s at work, asleep, or doing something else. whatever the case may be, he definitely forgot.

mingyu doesn’t realize this until he’s checking his phone for the first time of the hectic game night and he sees a string of text messages from you.

from you 6:33 

i can’t wait to see u!! :,)

from you 7:07

hi babyyy, text me when you’re here and i’ll come down

from you 7:39

gyu are you still coming?

if you wanna reschedule, we can… just text me back and let me know?

from you 8:02

i checked ur location to make sure u weren’t dead and i saw you were at woo’s

i’m just gonna assume ur with him, which is fine :) pls just let me know next time.

shit.

shit shit shit.

regardless of what you say, it’s not fine— he can practically hear your dejected voice through the text and the smiley face doesn’t do shit to mask it. 

he’s quick to tell wonwoo and make his way to your place, insides churning at the thought of you feeling stood up. he would never, in a million years, ever want to hurt you in any way.

he doesn’t text he’s here, he doesn’t knock, he just takes the spare key hidden under your placemat and lets himself in. 

you’re curled up on the couch in your date outfit watching some random show before you jolt at the sound of your door being unlocked. when mingyu walks in, panic on his face, you deflate a bit, internally thanking the universe that it was just him and not some intruder.

“baby…” 

you try to put a smile on as if he isn’t the last person you wanted to see at the moment, but mingyu sees through it. 

“hi, gyu.” you say curtly. “hope you had fun at wonwoo’s tonight.”

the subtle shade proves you’re upset, even if you had said it unconsciously. his lips turn down in a frown and he walks around the couch so he’s posted right in front of you.

“Y/N, you have to believe me— i’m so sorry. i got the days—“

you cut him off with a sigh, “gyu, seriously. it’s fine. it’s not that big of a deal. we can just do something the next time you’re free.” 

he doesn’t even know when next time will be given his rather strenuous schedule and you know that, yet those words come out of your mouth anyway. he huffs softly and takes a seat next to you, intertwining your hands into his.

“baby, please,” he whispers. “you know i would never stand you up on purpose. i lost my mind and got the days mixed up– please let me make it up to you.”

you shrug, avoiding eye contact. you want to stay mad, but the way he’s looking at you… the way he’s holding your hands… it’s making it impossible not to melt into a helpless puddle. “how?” you ask meekly.

he doesn’t say anything, letting go of your hands in favor of cupping your cheek and pulling you in. his soft lips meet yours and you practically forget why you’re angry to begin with. his tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth and your soft moan eases his nerves a bit. 

he pulls back, leaving you warm and fuzzy and a bit needy for more of him. he finally takes you in when his eyes open. you’re still in a pretty little outfit– presumably, one you’d picked out for your date– and it makes him groan a little bit. 

“you look so pretty, baby. you wore this all for me?”

you nod your head slowly. “i was really excited to show you…”

he frowns, “i know, i’m sorry… i’m so, so sorry,” he mumbles and you don’t say anymore, simply nodding your head at his apology. his lips are on yours again, rougher this time. it’s like he’s trying to prove just how sorry he is with every passing second. 

and when he breaks the kiss again, you whine. “gyu…”

“wanna take this off. can i?” he asks, referring to your dress and you just nod again. 

his hands find the hem, pulling it up and over your head, leaving you in your even prettier set. the black lace adorns your body and mingyu feels his pants tighten at the mere sight. 

he’s breathless when the pet name falls from his lips, “baby…”

he’s so glad you didn’t change, but he feels like such an idiot for fucking up this bad. he wishes he checked his phone earlier, he wishes he remembered your date was tonight, he wishes he could’ve taken you out in your gorgeous dress and brought you back home to see the even more gorgeous set underneath. 

but he’ll make up for it. he’ll spend all the time in the world doing so if he needs to.

he stands to his feet pulling his shorts off and revealing his aching cock. you bite your lip and slide down so your back and head are comfortably on the cushion of your couch, eyes trained on his huge length.

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, rolling them down your legs and leaving your now-wet cunt bare. 

“so beautiful… so fuckin’ beautiful angel, can… can i keep going?”

you whimper and wordlessly nod again, brain unable to give him a verbal response. he grunts, joining you back on the couch by getting in between your legs. 

“tell me when…” he whispers, aligning himself with your hole before pressing his fat cock into you. “fuck, so tight…”

the burning stretch of your walls opening to take him makes your head spin a bit. no matter how many times he fucks you, it always hurts.

at first, at least, because now he’s balls deep in your pulsing cunt and all you can feel is blinding pleasure. the burn and stretch have subsided and your brain has turned to complete and utter mush. 

you clench around him tightly and he has to ask, “are you good, baby?”

you dumbly nod– it’s all you can do– but mingyu can’t help but feel more anxiety fill his body. you’ve barely said any words to him and it makes him worry that you won’t forgive him. 

you moan when his cock leaves just for it to suddenly fill you back up with a single, sharp thrust. this is how it starts before he’s moving faster and faster. 

words still fail to leave your mouth, just cute gasps and clipped moans, but mingyu can’t seem to stop breathy apologies from leaving his own. “‘m sorry… you know that right, angel? ‘m so sorry.”

and your eyes just roll back, ignoring his apologies as you’re all consumed by his massive cock fucking in and out of you. mindless babbles escape your lips and it’s not till then does mingyu realize how brainless you’ve become. 

it makes his heart clench. you’ve never gotten like this for him before and he knows it’s a result of being left to your own devices for far too long. he knows he hasn’t been there for you, knows you haven’t been able to cum properly in god knows how long and it hurts him. it hurts him so fucking bad.

and, to be transparent, he’s missed you more than you know.

his hand finds your abdomen, pressing down so he can feel himself thrusting into you. in doing so, his thumb reaches your clit and this seems to bring some life to you. “gyu!” you cry. “feels s’good!”

he lets out an elated chuckle at the sound of your voice, “yeah? it feels good, angel?”

and it’s almost like you read his mind with your next words. “s-so good, m-missed you.” 

a guttural groan erupts in his throat and he starts to fuck you harder– to fuck you deeper– and the thumb on your clit moves quicker, effectively stimulating the swollen bud. “me too– fuck, missed you so much. missed fucking this pretty pussy so much, baby, you don’t even know.”

your face pinches together in pleasure and you clamp his dick harder at the affirmation. “i-i’m–” you let out a gaspy whine and mingyu knows exactly what it means.

“gonna cum?” he finishes your broken sentence. 

you nod eagerly, eyebrows knit together as you feel the formed knot in your tummy get tighter and tighter. “gyu–”

he shushes, thrusts growing erratic. his voice is hot and breathy and you can tell, just by the sound of it, he’s just as close as you are. “just cum for me, baby– need you to let go ‘n cum all over my cock. you can do it.” 

you cry, body going taut as you cream all over him, pussy trapping him between your pulsing, velvet walls. mindlessly, you babble out some words that he can barely make out, but the second he hears those three words– i love you, said in your cute, pitchy voice– his worries wash away. 

he’s overcome by love and the feeling of you gripping him for dear life and the only thing he can do is press his hips flush against yours and fill you up the way he knows you need. his cum paints your walls, fulfilling the craving you didn’t even know you had. 

“god,” he moans, panting out, cock still twitching between your spasming walls. “please forgive me, angel. i promise i’ll be better ‘n make more time for you”

part of your mind finds its way back to you after a few seconds and you can’t help but giggle at his words. “i forgave you after you kissed me, babe.”

he smiles, large hands caressing your body, “really?”

you hum, hazy eyes taking him in, “mmh, you’re really hard to be mad at, you know that, right?”

“good ‘cus i don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“well, then don’t do stupid things.”

he whines, “baby, you know that’s impossible for me, stupidity is practically in my dna.”

you giggle at the joke. “i know… but… i won’t be so nice to you next time you decided to hang out with wonwoo instead of taking me out.”

“you can be as mean to me as you want, baby, but i swear, i’ll never stand you up ever again.”

“good.” you smile back at him. “now… maybe you can prove how sorry you are again? in my bed this time?”

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[lyranova]

2, 6, 12, 13, 22, 26, 33 and 47 for YamiChar, please?

Hiya anon! Of course and I’m sorry this took a while, but I hope you enjoy 🥰!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Charlotte wakes up early. Yami sleeps in late. That’s just how the two have always been I think 😆, but I do get the sense that sometimes they kind of flip and Yami will wake up early while Charlotte sleeps in late or sometimes they’ll both fall into the same schedule 😁. But usually the two stick to their routine!

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

I feel like the two just bluntly apologize to each other. I don’t really see either one beating around the bush or dragging it out, once they realize they were in the wrong or that they misunderstood they usually just come out and apologize. Although sometimes they’ll butter each other up and give gifts or hugs as “peace offerings” but that’s about it 😆!

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

I feel like they’re both fairly independent, even after they get married. But I feel like the longer they’re together, or the longer apart they are, they begin to have a difficult time. They begin to miss each other and begin to wonder what they’re doing while the other is away.

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

I think they do a combination of all three tbh 😆! I feel like if they’re only going to be gone a day or two they’ll just wait out the time, if they’re gone for a couple of weeks they’ll use Magical Communication devices, but they’re gone for much longer they’ll use letters in combination with the Communication devices!

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

I think they are! Yami is a lot more comfortable with being silly/playful and joking around then Charlotte is tho 😆! He did it before they started dating, and will do it for many years after! While Charlotte begins getting more comfortable with it after the two have been together for a while, which makes Yami very happy!

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Charlotte’s sacrifice was her Captain’s robe. Of course she didn’t give it up just solely for Yami, she gave it up a because the two had their children. Although it wasn’t for many years, she began slowly giving up certain duties to her VC after their first child was born until eventually she felt comfortable enough letting it go completely.

Yami’s sacrifice was his cigarettes. He began giving them up gradually after he and Charlotte got together, and he finally went cold turkey after his first child was born. He said he wanted to live long enough to see his kids get married and start their own lives, and he wanted to be able to grow old alongside Charlotte.

So they both gave up things that were important to each other!

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Charlotte is the worst flirt out of the two, although Yami isn’t much better imo 😅! I feel like Yami is the unintentional flirt, he says something that, in his mind, is normal, friendly, and honest. But his words can actually be taken as flirting too 😆. When he’s actually flirting tho he’s quite awkward and kind of stumbles over his words because he’s unsure. While Charlotte’s flirting she’s also very awkward and unsure, but when she’s drunk I feel like she’s a better flirt because she isn’t being cautious of what she’s saying and is actually speaking her mind and is telling Yami how she feels.

So when both flirt intentionally, they’re very awkard and unsure, but when it’s unintentional? They’re both actually pretty good at it!

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

I do think they sleep beside each other, I feel like it was a bit awkward at first but the two got used to it very quickly! I feel like the reason the two sleep beside each other is for safety and security.

They feel safe and secure when they’re beside each other, they feel the stress of the day melt away as they lay beside one another and hold each other in their arms. So it’s become a comfort to YamiChar imo!

[mangoisms]

hi it’s dc anon (not anymore ig??? idk i got tired of it lol) ❤️‍🩹 oh lord the ck update dropped right when i needed it most so thank u for ur service 🫡 chapter was absolutely wonderful as always !!! im so in love with wally (+ linda ofc) and readers relationship it makes me sosososo soft i love how he takes care of her <3 i adored everything about tim apologizing like good god it certainly was refreshing to see that BUT !!!! i refuse to believe he has any game so the way he asked reader to be his gf was something i didn’t expect but u made it work perfectly so props to u for him making me swoon. excellent chapter 10/10 can’t wait for the next update i hope ur midterms went well pls take care MWAH ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

sorry for this being long as hell SOBS

OMGG HI!!! nice to ~officially~ meet you hehe ^_^ <33 and thank you SO much!!! so glad to hear that <33 i just love writing wally and linda and reader's relationship, they're just some silly little guys who care so much about each other... i am just a sucker for lonely characters finally receiving the love and attention they deserve from Many people ^_^

no no i TOTALLY get it, i'm thoroughly in that camp too. like he does and he doesn't have game. it's weird. like he has his moments but most of the time his foot in mouth disease gets him LMAOOO. it's just a balance, he's not meek around people he likes but he's not totally confident either idk but YEAH i get u and i agree <3 and honestly i was also second-guessing that part the Most but i ultimately decided to just say screw it and keep it in HAHA so glad that you still enjoyed it <33

thank you so much!!!! my midterms are fortunately Over so things are a bit better <3 also hope everything is going well with you too!!! take care of yourself too <33 :**

[dreamaze]

hi tis cacophony anon! :3 well wasn't it a long week or 4 or 5 :'3 my apologies for that lateness i did take care of myself, met with a friend for a week which was pretty fun and exciting but alas some things simply refuse to wait dhgjdfhks how are you doing? <3 so i did finally listen to xdinary heroes, a few times, and they gave me the same feeling as txt when they debuted: good first album, a sound not quite mature enough yet which is a good thing in my books bc it suits them at this stage and this is a first album not their 6th, and i'm expecting their next three comebacks too see if i like the direction they take and the sound they grow. it worked really well with txt hdghf i'm pretty much of a "wait and see" person when there's not much in their discography yet, and the artists are young. test me was really fun, especially with the "whoo-oo-oo-oo-ah" and the chorus. i really love the pre-chorus, and the last post-chorus. the pre-chorus is my favourite part shgbhd for knock down, if genius isn't lying to me, jungsu's and gaon's voices really got to me. gunil may have had only two lines but damn did they count as they are in the bridge which is my favourite part. also a big fan of multiple voices singing at the same time, even if it's only for na-na-na's. sunker punch!: the calm before the storm of the chorus, a few nearly silences well used before the real silence for the last chorus. love it when silences are effective and ironically what i remember the best of a song. i'm just asking to be hit with music right in the face. strawberry cake: this is a song i expect to grow on me bc it has a lot of the sounds i love, but for some reason the chorus and the bridge don't stick well with me, even if i really like what they did instrumentation-wise i really enjoy pirates with the brass instruments and the "down down down / make you upside down" i would really love for all their instrumentals to be released actually shdbgdgkhsg

my dearest cacophony anon!!! i am THE worst tumblr penpal and i apologize for that :( i was thinking about you literally the week before you sent this and was so happy to see you back in my inbox, and then life and the semester really got away from me. whether you are still around to read this or not, i hope you are doing well and i'm broadcasting good vibes out into the universe to you~~ <3

i'm glad you enjoyed getting into xh's first album, and now of course their second is out!! i haven't spent nearly as much time with it as i intended (the monsta x brain rot is still going… Very Strong sdkfjksdjf and kihyun's brilliant solo album dropped right before Overload, too), but my favorites right now are ghost, crack in the mirror, and (somewhat to my surprise) X-MAS. back to the first album though-- i actually really, REALLY love the mixes to their "live clip" versions. there's a video for every song on the album, in case you missed it! i was obsessed especially with the knock down live clip back when it aired. the audio clearly has some post editing done, but… idk the vocal production is a lot closer to what they truly sound like live, i imagine, and i really dig them. not sure if they plan to do them for the second album, but i hope they do!! if you haven't seen it, they also have an instrumental band practice vid for knock down here (jun han going wild at 3'39" is an especially beloved moment). i agree it would be fun to get instrumental tracks for all their songs :') they probably have some new fun things rattling around YT for latest album that i've missed, hopefully i can get more caught up now that i'm on school break.

before i forget!! i completely agree about the effectiveness of silences in music <33 they can really take your breath away when done well!

again i hope you are doing well my dear, and if/when you ever have time to drop by my inbox again, i'll try to be better about answering sooner! take care!! <3

[goldenhypen]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ back in your arms .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.5k

PROMPT(S) ! 27. randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face // requested by two lovely anons <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! ughh i loveeed writing this one. it’s a reunion fic between riki and y/n and i’m always a sucker for those kinda things so ,, i hope you like it <33

“i think i’m actually gonna cry; i’m so excited to see you, you don’t even know.”

“oh, i know,” riki replied on the other end through your phone screen as you watched a wide smile light up his expressions.

“oh, i have to go now and board the plane,” you said in a hurry. “sorry—“

“don’t apologize!” he said excitedly. “now, get onto that plane!”

“i can’t wait to see you!”

“me too.”

“i’ll see you in a couple hours then.”

“okay,” riki said with a smile, followed by a soft sigh. “see you in a bit.”

and with that, you two hung up and you boarded the plane eagerly.

after a few hours, you plane finally landed and your heart’s beat was beginning to accelerate at the thought that you’d be reunited with your boyfriend after two months of being away from each other. you’d finally return home, back into his arms where you belonged.

eventually, after many minutes which felt like hours, you retrieved your luggage and very quickly made your way to where you’d be meeting your boyfriend.

your eyes frantically scanned over every individual standing where your boyfriend could possibly be, hidden within the crowd, but to no avail.

you searched desperately as you walked nearer…

it felt like time slowed as you heard a familiar voice from behind you call out, “y/n!”

and quickly, as time seemed to have normalized, you turned around to be met with a very smiley and excited riki just a few metres away.

you could’ve sworn you’d never seen him smile so happily before.

you wasted no time and ran in his direction as fast as you possibly could, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

and within seconds, you jumped into his arms, him carrying you as you hugged him tightly.

you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, both of you practically shaking of excitement.

you couldn’t believe you were finally back—back in his arms. his touch had never felt so rewarding.

usually, riki wouldn’t be the type to like or show affection to you in public. even merely holding hands was a bit of a stretch. but in this case, he couldn’t care less. all he wanted was to hold you in his arms for the past two months, and finally, he got to fulfill his wish. and you only wanted the same.

and to your delighted surprise, after you pulled your head out from being buried in his neck, he immediately pressed his lips onto yours in a long awaited kiss.

oh, how he had missed the feeling.

and so did you. you practically melted against his touch yet kissed him back and somehow pulled him even closer.

and after a few seconds, you two pulled back, you still being carried in his arms before you let out a more than content sigh, “oh, how i’ve missed you, riki.”

A/N. hope you enjoyed !! <3 reblogs and feedback are appreciated !!

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[withloveajaxx]

helloo iely! can i request a headcanon + blurbs/scenario (yk just like your genshin boys with touchy s/o one) with diluc, childe and kaeya being clingy and touch starved because they made s/o mad so s/o gives them silent treatment? make it angst to very fluffy pleasee :) thankyouu ily <33

clingy genshin boys

✧ genre: diluc, childe, and kaeya x gn! reader angst to fluff

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: the genshin boys being clingy and touch starved when you give them a silent treatment after an argument

✧ note: hello there anon <33 thank you so much for requesting this hehe ^^ i'm sorry this took some time to post since it's kind of long, but i hope you enjoy this either way. take care and stay safe anon ILY2 MWAHHH!! (not beta read. will edit,,, sometime in the future :"D)

DILUC

it wasn't often that you got into arguments with the wine master, but it's bound to happen a few times in your relationship.

the argument happens after he's come home in the early hours of the morning, acting dismissive and quite cold as you scold him gently.

his actions were caused by his sheer exhaustion, and he goes to sleep hoping and thinking it'll all be resolved tomorrow.

he had little idea of how hurtful his actions may have been to be completely honest.

when you give him the silent treatment the next day, the guilt and humiliation of his actions finally catch up to him.

diluc tries to approach you as your cooking up something for the both of you during breakfast.

he'd mutters out an apology into the exposed skin of your shoulder as he plants the usual good morning kiss to your cheek.

understandably, you're still quite upset with him so you give him the silent treatment for almost the entire day.

he's trying to hold your hand whilst you're out in public, or he'll place his hand on your waist and peck your cheek.

you could've stayed mad at him the whole day but it proved to be quite difficult with how affectionate and touch starved diluc was being.

you stroll around the bustling streets of mondstatd with diluc, a tense and awkward silence filling the air between you. despite the apology that was stated this morning, your heart still ached from the way you were treated the other night.

your arm, which was usually linked with diluc's, is now laid flat by your side. in normal scenarios, the wine master would simply let you be, pleasantly walking alongside you. however, with the quite obvious tension that lingered between you two, he feels the need to do something.

even when he apologized that very morning, you were still giving him the cold shoulder, borderline refusing to give him the affection he was beginning to desperately crave for. so, albeit hesitantly, he takes your arm and links it around his.

it's quite difficult but you manage to act unfazed, allowing him to link your arms together as you continue your way to the general goods store.

in the short span of time that you spent browsing the restocked items in the store, diluc has been extra affectionate and uncharacteristically showy with his touches. unlike past instances wherein diluc would simply stand beside you and wait for you to finish looking around, his hand is now busy lovingly trying to get your attention.

your resolve is now slowly cracking as he continues to shyly display more public affection. his hands first lightly hold your waist as he follows you around. it doesn't take long until it travels into your own, grasping it with an unspoken love and guilt.

when you get home the wine master seems to be invisibly attached to your hip. as you prepare a lovely lunch meal, he offers his help in the kitchen. as you wait for the food to cook, he's instinctively shuffling over to you, arms coming to wrap around your waist and chin coming to rest atop your head of hair.

"you're affectionate today," you comment, unable to hide the amused tone in your voice. diluc simply hums, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"well, i could sense you weren't going to give me affection anytime soon, given that you are quite upset with me." he rubs comforting patterns on the small of your back. "are you... still upset?"

you can't help but sigh as you finally crack, wrapping your arms around diluc and pecking his jaw. "not anymore. it's hard to be upset when you're acting like this, y'know?" you mutter softly, looking up at his crimson eyes.

"upset or not, i really am sorry, my dear. i didn't mean to disregard or ignore you like that last night," diluc apologizes sincerely, leaning down to grace your lips with a sweet kiss.

"i know, and i forgive you diluc." you smile as you see the corners of his lips tug up at your acceptance of his apology. "now, would you mind letting go of me for a second? i think the food's going to burn."

CHILDE

childe is an individual who consistently craves for battles and blood a lot of the time.

given that fact, most of your arguments were about him being reckless and over the top.

don't get him wrong, childe loves when you care for him and most of the times, he would make that very clear by giving you kisses and cuddles.

at times though, on days when he's lost a fight, he could sometimes misinterpret your gentle scolding and care.

"childe, you have to be more careful. who knows what could've happened if you'd have gotten more injuries."

he'd retort with, "do you not believe in my skills? my ability to win? is that what this is?"

he's a pretty prideful man so it's safe to assume that you were arguing for quite a while.

childe never wants to hurt you though, so at the end of the day, he'd put his pride aside and mutter a small apology to you.

you go to sleep, still a bit upset about how his apology seemed insincere and almost half assed.

when you ignore him the next morning, you better be in for a day of excessive cuddles, hugs, kisses, and the like. he will not stop until you know he's genuinely sorry and you forgive him.

childe's eyes flutter open, squinting at the beaming rays of sun that poured into the room. insitinctively, he throws an arms over to your side of the bed to search for your warmth. he's surprised to feel the cold, fixed sheets instead, your figure clearly not in bed anymore.

puzzled, childe wakes himself up and ventures out the bedroom in search for you. the smell of cooked breakfast that wafts through the morning air guides childe's tired feet into the kitchen where he sees you plating up some food.

"g'morning, my love," he greets casually, delivering a sweet peck to your cheek. he's stunned, to say the least, when you simply nod at his greeting and gesture towards the food.

"mhm. breakfast is ready." you walk over to your seat on the dining table before plopping down and proceeding to eat as if what you did was totally normal.

hesitantly, childe takes his seat opposite you, gazing up at you with a face which spelled nothing but confusion. the table is occupied by an awkward silence as childe frequently glances at you and back down at his food.

"so... how was your sleep?" he asks in a measly attemp to alleviate the awkward tension. "you were already up before me, which is sort of rare."

"it was good. woke up early to make breakfast." comes your short response. now he knows something is definitely wrong as you get up from your chair wordlessly to wash your now empty plate.

childe isn't stupid however. guilt slowly gnaws at him as the argument from the previous night resurfaces in his memory. he knows he's said sorry but he wonders if even that upset you.

immediately, childe makes his way into the kitchen. he puts his plate into the sink as one of his arms grab your waist to turn you towards him.

he doesn't get a chance to get a word out before you say, "childe, i'm trying to wash the dishes, please.". defeated, he sighs softly before pecking your cheek and heading onto the couch to wait for you.

throughout the day at home his affection doesn't stop. you find that his hands are always on you, whether that be on your thigh as you watch a movie, on your hand as you try to read something, or on your hips as you prepare dinner later on.

his lips also couldn't seem to keep away from you. the entire day was filled with sheepish grins and sweet kisses. even if you were persistently ignoring him, childe still made his best efforts to talk to you and show you all his love. admittedly it was starting to get to you.

finally at the end of the day, when you're both already in bed, childe's hand gently lands on your shoulder. knowing you wouldn't respond, he tugs on it to turn you to face him.

there's an apologetic look on his face, and his eyes no longer sparkle with the hope and happiness you saw that day. the next words that escape his frowning lips melt your cold resolve completely.

"(y/n), i know what i did and said last night was stupid. i know i apologized but i guess it didn't sound genuine, huh?" he chuckles before continuing. "i'm sorry. i really am. i didn't mean to offend or hurt you. i was just... tired and drained. i know that's not an excuse but, can you forgive me? please?"

you can't help but sigh. he thinks you haven't forgiven him yet until you lean in and plant a quick kiss to his lips.

"okay, i forgive you," you say gently, cupping his face in your hands. unable to contain his relief and happiness, he nuzzles his cheek into your hand before kissing it.

"i'm too much of an amazing boyfriend to resist, hm?"

"say something like that again and i'm making you sleep on the couch."

KAEYA

we all know kaeya is skillful in social situations.

it's easy for him to converse and get along with everyone with how smooth and charming both his attitude and words are.

it's not a surprise that numerous people in mondstadt have a little crush on sir kaeya, cavalry captain of the knights of favonius.

he checks up on people in the city regularly, engaging in casual conversations and friendly banters at times.

sometimes, on rare ocassions, his words may seem a bit flirty and bold.

he never intends to flirt with anyone but you, but with how smooth his tone and words are, it's sometimes hard to believe.

especially when those who are absolutely whipped for him ask for his opinions on something, and he'd give in to compliment them.

you know he means no harm in it and he' just being nice, but you can't help but feel a bit jealous.

when you confront him about this he's a little upset about it, and that's how your argument starts.

he apologizes half heartedly so the two of you can go to bed, but your heart is still heavy and hard when you wake up the next day.

kaeya wakes up the to the sound of you rustling in bed. attempting to blink the sleep away from his heavy eyelids, he turns to you and manages a small smile.

"good morning, sweetheart," he greets, voice rough and low from just waking up. his sleep dazed mind is thoroughly confused when all he receives is a hum back. no good morning kiss, no hug, no peck, absolutely nothing.

at this, he sits up half awake, staring at you as you hop out of bed and head to the restroom. his mind and mouth move too slowly, and he was barely able to get a word out before you close the bathroom door behind you.

with his head in his hands, kaeya sighs into his palm. the argument from last night was still fresh in his memories, and he understood why you were still upset with him.

he makes it his mission the entire morning to get you to soften up and forgive him. from the moment you were washing up the dishes after breakfast, kaeya's hand were already on your waist.

you feel his soft lips connect with your cheek as he pulls you away from the sink. both his hands encircle your waist and you can't help but melt slightly in his arms.

"let me do the dishes this morning, okay? you go and relax, darling." he smiles tenderly, carefully wiping off your soaked hands with a kitchen towel before planting a kiss on it. "i'll join you in a few minutes, alright?"

his smile falters slightly when all he gets is a hum yet again. however, he doesn't let this cold demeanor of yours stop him for the day's mission.

any chance he gets, he takes. kaeya's beside you all day, his hands almost always wrapped around your waist. if your standing, his bends down to hook his chin around his shoulder or plop it on your head. if you were sitting, his cheek would rest atop your hair or on your shoulder.

his lips make connect with anything he can reach. ever the confident, kaeya does not hesitate to plant butterfly kisses all over your face, your neck, and your jaw. at this point, the warmth and love hidden his affection was starting to melt your cold attitude.

it's during dinner when kaeya's affection seems to die down a bit. the distant look in his eyes tells you he was deep in thought, barely even touching the food on his plate.

for the first time that day, kaeya heard you initiate a conversation with him. "you were awfully touchy today," you say softly, eyes casted down onto your nearly finished plate of food.

"i guess it was simply my way of apologizing," kaeya replies. getting up from his chair, he makes his way over to you, sitting himself down on the chair beside you and taking your chin between his fingers.

when he turns your head to face him, you can clearly see the guilt and sadness that swims in his eyes. instead of coldly ignoring him like you've done throughout the day, you look up at him, signalling him to continue whatever he was doing.

"(y/n), i know how i treated you last night wasn't exactly ideal. you were trying to explain how you felt to me, and i invalidated that. furthermore, i gave you an apology that was lacking in many ways," he explains sincerely. "what i'm trying to say is, you're the only one i'd ever love, alright? no one can compare to you."

you can't help but chuckle at the heartfelt words that successfully pierced through your cold front. kaeya feels relief flood every inch of him as you take a hold of his free hand.

"i forgive you, my love," you smile as he delivers one last kiss to your lips before you both continue on with your lovely night.

for a man of words, kaeya has his effect on almost everyone. but somehow, when it all comes down to you, the emotions he feels are difficult to put into sentences. it was quite a challenge for him to verbally explain and apologize to you tonight, but he pushed through it all. and it was all for you.

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[madame-fear]

Where the reader finds out that Jonathan Crane is scarecrow and is horrified and Crane does his best to try and assure them that they are still the same person and this changes nothing

Hi hi! Loved writing this. I originally intended to write headcanons for this, but I finally thought it'd be more appropiate and fit to the request to write a full fic about this one. So, hope you enjoy, lovely anon!! <333

I must shamelessly admit that this was sleepily written at 3:30 am, so if there's any spelling/grammar error, or if this is not as detailed as my other fics; apologies!! Hope you like it anywaysss <33 ^^

(B/N) = Boss Name

QUICK NOTE: I assumed you wanted this for DK! Jonathan and not the Gotham! version. But I didn't specify anything other than him having a small lab and kept it as neutral as possible so you could imagine from whichever version of him you liked the most.

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Noticing how hard you've been working non-stop to the point where you had dark bags under your eyes, your boss dismissed you earlier from work, and allowed you to have 3 free days, leaving someone to replace you while you were at home.

Exhaustingly making your way towards your home, you practically dragged your whole body, hoping to arrive soon and simply lay in the couch next to your boyfriend, Jonathan, and do nothing. Home was only 7 minutes away from work, so lucky you, it didn't take too long until you arrived to your gothic-themed house. Once you finally arrived, you quietly huffed while searching for the keys inside your bag, and swiftly opened the door, making a creaking sound. All lights were on, but it seemed almost empty; the presence of your boyfriend nowhere to be seen, leaving you to assume he must've been working on his little homemade lab.

"Jon, I'm home! I came earlier because (B/N) dismissed me since I've been working a lot and gave me three days." You called out for him hoping to catch his attention, but no answer to your comment. Confused, you looked everywhere, waiting for him to randomly appear and surprise you, like he usually did when you came back from work, but still nothingness itself was presented to you. "And where the hell are you now?" You quietly mumbled to yourself. With no other option left, you made your way towards the small lab he made to himself in one of the spare rooms. The closer you kept getting to it, the louder his voice was heard coming from it. You furrowed your eyebrows when noticing he was talking to himself, walking around the lab, and often hearing him grabbing some things that seemed to be on top of the lab table.

Unknowing what he was doing made your heart beat fast with anxiety, slightly getting nervous of not knowing what you were going to find. You took a deep breath, and gently knocked twice on the door, but left no space for him to answer as you immediatly opened the door.

"Jon–" Loudly gasping at the sight and dropping your bag to the floor, your eyes widened in shock by seeing a man tied on a chair, his mouth duct-taped, and he seemed to be unconscious as well. Nervously, your eyes turned to stare at your boyfriend, but to worsen the situation, he was wearing the Scarecrow mask. "(Y/N)! I'm sorry you had to see this, my dear." Desperation got the best out of him at noticing how anxious and afraid you were. He quickly took off his Scarecrow mask, leaving his hair to be all messy and wild due to the fast pace in which he took it off, and carefully walking towards you as to not make you any more afraid than you already were. Which each step he tried getting near you, you slowly walked backwards until your back reached the cold, closed door. Seeing how your lips were quivering, your eyes filled with fear, and your whole body trembling with terror shattered his heart. "Wha– How, are you–" It was as if a cat got your tongue, you kept slipping on your own words and mumbling incoherent things, nervousness filled in your mind.

"S-So you're...the Scarecrow." His tall figure towered over you, shadowing your own. Loudly gulping, you couldn't even look at him in the eyes. "Love, please, don't be afraid..." He began speaking. He used his fingers to gently lift your chin so you could be forced to look at him deep into his blue eyes, your body getting tense under his touch. "Please, don't hurt me." A knot in your throat formed with every word, his eyes widening in shock about those you being the one telling him that. "No, no, I won't hurt you! I could never hurt you." Your back harshly pressed against the door, you stared at him paralysed with horror. He never felt this way before – nervous; even scared. "I apologise for not having told you earlier about my double identity as Scarecrow. I just–" He briefly licked his lower lip as he made a short pause. "Ironically, I was too afraid of scaring you off and I didn't want you to hate, or even worse, despise me. I always kept it hidden because I didn't want to lose you." Your eyes started getting watery, due to the all the overwhelming feelings making you feel too collapsed: you were afraid, angry, sad, confused...too many emotions for a single person, in a single moment.

"I'm still the same person as always. The same person who cares, worries about you. The same person who will always protect you no matter whatever happens, the same person who cherises you in every possible way. I'm the same person who loves you very dearly, and I'd kill and get killed only for you." Tears unwantedly escaped through your eyes, running through your soft cheeks. He stopped using his fingers to lift your chin since all of your attention was now focused on him, and he lovingly wiped away your tears. "The fact that I'm Scarecrow, and that you know about it, changes nothing about how I feel about you and our relationship. I promise. I just – don't want you to be afraid of me, or think that I'll ever hurt you, because I could never do that."

You stopped staring at his eyes for a very brief moment, only to stare at nothingness itself while you quietly cried to yourself. Without being able to think clearly, you threw yourself at him, embracing him into a tight hug as you harshly pressed your face against his chest. "Thank you." You weakly mumbled in his face, tears now violently coming out from you as you sobbed. "What for, dear?" He didn't take long until he returned the tight hug as he caressed your hair and rubbed your back in a soothing way. "For your sweet words, and for truly caring about me. I was worried and absolutely terrified that you'd possibly want to–" Mimicking his previous actions, you quickly licked your lower lip and thought about what proper words to use. "Kill me for knowing about who you are." Your comment made him hug you even tighter. "No! I could never do that for anything in the world! No matter what happens, I'll always have my soft spot for you, my love. I will always be your protector." He placed a kiss on your forehead, trying to comfort you.

A few minutes passed, and you had just stopped tearing up a bit. After the moment having so wildly happening, you slowly unwrapped your arms around him, and a tiny blush appeared on your face at the sight of his clothing being a bit wet from your crying. He, being the very observant person he is, noticed it immediatly. "Don't worry about it. It really doesn't matter, and it'll dry up in no time, my sweet." The way he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb made you giggle, and the blush to continously grow on your face. "You seem exhausted. You should go to sleep, you've been working a lot." He removed a strand of hair covering your face, tucking it right behind your ear as you weakly smirked at him. "I should." Not only being exhausted from work, but also, the adrenaline and all the rush from discovering his villain identity and the panic of believing he'd hurt you was beginning to take it's toll on your body. He gave you a side smile that quickly faded.

"I hope you can forgive me for this unwanted situation, my love. I wish I had–" you shushed him by placing your finger on his soft lips, and your finger was soon replaced by your lips carefully and lovingly crashing into his, melting into the sweet taste of each others lips. "No one needs to forgive or apologise anything. I understand you, and I support you no matter what." You mumbled in between the kiss, the air coming out of your lips tingled on his lips. "I will always love you, Scarecrow." The shock of the moment faded away with every inch you were near his lips as you placed a hand on his cheek. "My Scarecrow..." you mumbled, now smiling to yourself as you once again began kissing his lips, savouring the bittersweet taste of it. Even, tasting your own dried tears who previously rolled around your face.

The kiss lasted what felt an eternity, even if it was almost a minute. Softly breaking the kiss, you smiled at him, looking into his icy eyes, and admiringly caressed his cheek. Unwantedly, you sleepily yawned. "I'm going to bed, love. Just–" You shifted a bit your head to look at the still unconscious man tied up on the chair, causing you to scoff. "Try to not get hurt by him or...any victim, I guess." It was truly an unbelievable yet funny situation. Out of all the things that could happen in your life, you had the possibly called luck of dating The Scarecrow and randomly finding a beated-up man in the chair that was previously standing in your bedroom.

"I'll get less harmed than him for sure, love." He turned around to look at him as well, scoffing. His usual sarcasm never failed to provoke laughter on you, no matter the situation. "Now, rest, angel. You deserve it. I'll go to bed in a few minutes, yes?" Loking back at you with a gentle smile, he placed a hand on your shoulder – lovingly rubbing it – and kissed the top of your head. You weakly and sleepily nodded at his comment, melting under his touch and love.

"Alright. I love you, baby."

You kissed his cheek, and left his little lab, closing the door as you left. Puffing out your cheeks, you dragged your body to the shared bedroom. It had been pretty intense – and with this new information about your beloved one, you knew it was always going to be this level of intense with him. The thought of true love was a funny thing; truly loving someone meant loving him or her in any way possible, no matter whatever thing your partner did....and that included, finding out he was a feared villain in the corrupt city of Gotham.

You loved him that way. And you couldn't have preferred him any other way – you adored him just the way he is, and you knew you'd be sticking by his side for a long time.

[jeonqkooks]

i love all ur works sm!! for the drabble request: things you interrupted me to say + tongue tied couple</33

watermelon gelato | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warnings: friends to lovers, neighbor au, fluff, kissing, swearing

word count: 1.6k

note: a tongue tied drabble. dear anon i'm so sorry that this took so long and i hope you're still here somewhere 😭

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— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Wear something nice.

When Jungkook sent you these texts nine hours ago, he should’ve known that life wouldn’t be this kind to him. As he stands here, in the talk-of-the-town restaurant that just opened a month ago, he should’ve known that there was no way he could reserve a table that easily at 10AM on the day of.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the hostess apologizes in earnest. “I don’t see your reservation for tonight.”

“Can you please check again?” he asks and shuffles on his feet nervously. “It should be under Jeon Jungkook.”

You can tell that she feels bad as she takes in the expression on his face, big doe eyes pleading her to somehow save him from this misery. He looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Still, she puts on a polite smile and tells him to wait so she can run his name through the system again, a task that you know will probably be in vain.

Earlier today, when he disturbed your slumber at the unholiest hour possible, you hadn’t expected him to ask you out. After you went back to bed and woke after a few more hours, it took you a minute to process the short conversation between the two of you at 4AM. You weren’t sure if it really happened until that text came but even then, you had no clue how the date was going to go, and how you were feeling about the whole thing.

Jungkook is cute—you’ve told him as much—and he’s a good kisser. No, scratch that. Jungkook is a wonderful kisser. You’re attracted to him, and you two get along well. It’s nice and easy, with minimal thinking required because you’re just two friends, young and single, ready to mingle but not necessarily looking for something serious.

Well, at least you aren’t looking for something serious. It isn’t like you’re anti love or anything. The last time you were in a relationship was two years ago, and though it didn’t end on bad terms, it was… a lot for you.

People around you have always put heavy emphasis on commitment and you know it’s not a bad thing, but it’s scary. The pressure is too much. You haven’t really thought about if and when you would unpack all of your uneasiness regarding the matter. Right now, you just know that you’re content with being single and having fun. 

And what you have with Jungkook is fun. A dinner couldn’t hurt.

The hostess speaks up after a moment, looking genuinely sympathetic at the two of you. You reckon this kind of occurence isn’t uncommon, and she must have built a tolerance for people looking like kicked puppies whenever this happens; though, even that indifferent and monotonous attitude falls apart before the Bambi eyes of Jeon Jungkook.

“Sir, you made a reservation for this day next year.”

You purse your lips as you glance at him. Color drains from his face as she shows him the screen and the mistake he made while jittery in the middle of the night. “Is there any way you can–”

“Jungkook,” you call and tug on his arm because people in line after you are starting to complain, “let’s just go.”

He looks at your stiff expression and internally winces, his eyes apologetic. He nods solemnly then, thanks the hostess and leads you out the door.

Once you’re outside, he gives you a strained smile. “Well,” he says, an attempt to distill the awkwardness, “this is embarrassing. I guess tonight’s a bust…”

Jungkook flattens his mouth into a thin line and stuffs his hands in his pockets, dropping his gaze to the ground. He really does look so sad, and you know he’s probably beating himself up for his mistake.

You poke at his chest playfully. When his eyes meet yours, you smile.

“We’re already dressed up,” you say, gesturing between the both of you. Although you’re only in a simple dress and he’s wearing a blazer over a button-up, it’s the most formal you’ve ever seen one another, having been accustomed to raggy t-shirts and sweats and casually lounging on each other’s couch. “Might as well make the most of it, yeah?”

Jungkook chuckles humorlessly. He appreciates you trying to salvage this, but he wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant, be the perfect gentleman, woo you with his charms like they do in the movies. Though right now, he just feels like a dweeb, really living up to the affectionate nickname you gave him.

“Really?” he asks.

“Really,” you confirm.

You look hopeful, so he acquiesces. He takes his hands out of his pockets and steps closer, nudging your shoulder with his. “Wanna go to that diner you like?”

One hearty burger (and an unholy amount of fries to share) later, you’re walking through an empty park, with Jungkook’s blazer around your body to shield you from the slight chill.

Dinner was nice, although he remained relatively quiet while you were waiting for your food. The kicked puppy look returned. You had to turn to your trusty folder of memes on your phone to coax him out of his mental ditch. By the fifth picture of animals holding knives that you forced him to look at, he was already giggling, regaining some semblance of his usual dorky self. And by the time the waitress placed two cheeseburgers on the table, well, it’s like nothing ever happened. Food—his great love, you suppose.

Food, and Overwatch.

Throughout the meal, you kept forgetting that it was supposed to be a date. Every first date that you’ve been on was awkward, some less than others, but still awkward. Because you’d been conversing with strangers and going through the list of boring questions that everyone asked while trying to get to know someone, and sitting in uncomfortable silence when you realize you have nothing in common.

But you know Jungkook. You know what he likes to do for fun and what pizza toppings he likes. You know that he plays the guitar and that he’s been trying to learn the drums. You know that he’s shitscared of microwaves and that his kisses taste like orange candy.

So yeah, dinner was nice. You didn’t overthink things like you tend to do with romantic interests. You don’t think he knows, but Jungkook—or just his mere presence—has a way of making you not get lost in your own head.

When the wind breezes by, you snuggle further into the warmth of his blazer, too big on your body. He notices, and drapes a tentative arm around your shoulders. He seems shy but you welcome it anyway. As you lean into his side, he gives your arm a gentle squeeze. Ten more minutes pass, and you’re once again greeted with the sight of streets bustling with cars, a contrast to the mostly empty and quiet park.

“Ooh! Let’s get some ice cream.” Pointing toward a gelateria around the corner decorated with pretty neon lights, you grab his hand and tug him in that direction before he can even say anything. It’s dessert, for heaven’s sake. Jungkook would never turn down dessert.

He gets hazelnut chocolate and you get watermelon.

“Woah, I’ve never had watermelon gelato before. I didn’t even know they made this,” you say, eyeing the treat in your hand. When you scoop some onto the small wooden spoon and bring it to your lips, your eyes nearly roll all the way back into your skull. “Oh my God, it’s so good. Here, try it.”

Jungkook looks bashful when you offer him some of your ice cream, but he accepts it anyway.

“Is this the first date you’ve been on, Jeon?” you joke. 

He blushes, the tone of his skin on the way to matching the color of your gelato. You like seeing him flustered. It’s cute; you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling.

“Obviously not,” he mutters, honest and not very playful in response to your efforts. His thumb reaches out to wipe some of the ice cream from the corner of your mouth that you didn’t realize was there, and he puts it directly in his mouth to lick off the sweetness. You gulp, blanking on your teasing jabs as he locks eyes with you. “Just the first one that I wish goes well enough to get me a second date.”

To the outside world, you two must look like a disgustingly sweet couple. Feeding each other gelato and doing whatever the fuck Jungkook just did to you. It’s saccharine in that cheesy romcom way that you normally despise but now? You don’t mind it that much.

When you don’t say anything, he tenses, thinking he might’ve scared you a little. He opts for a lighter conversation, somewhat self-deprecating but hopefully a topic that you two can laugh about.

“I still can’t believe I made a reservation for next year,” he mutters with a cute pout. “I swear I checked the confirmation like ten times and–!”

Your stomach does somersaults all of a sudden, and something possesses you to pull him down by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. A trail of chocolate runs down the side of his ice cream cone. Jungkook thinks love must taste like watermelon gelato and cherry-flavored lip balm.

It’s far from the first time that you’ve kissed him, but somehow it feels like the first time.

When you pull away, he short-circuits, pink tongue unconsciously darting out to lick his lips where you had been just seconds ago. With that dazed look in his eyes, Jungkook swallows, not knowing what to say and if he should even say anything. See? It’s very cute.

“It’s okay, dweebus,” you laugh lightly and pinch his cheek. The words roll off your tongue without much thought. It's easy. “We’ll go next year then.”

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[luvinus]

Hello (≧▽≦)

Can I request an angst to comfort/fluff about a lioness reader that gets cornered by some students that want to touch her ears/tail on her way to the Savanaclaw dorm to see Leona? And the teasing of the students reminds her of how she would be teased as a kid in her other school and starts to feel uncomfortable when Leona shows up?

It's ok if you don't want to do this request. Hope you have a great day, stay safe! <33

-shy anon 🖤

“Don't Touch”

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Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Lioness!Reader, Recalling of undesirable memories, Flashbacks (kind of?), Basically harassment

Further Details from the Customer: “HI, I'm the anon that requested the angst to comfort/fluff about the lioness reader feeling uncomfortable about her tail/ears being touched. I forgot to mention that if you can, please make it a scenario. Tysm 😅🤍”

Waiter’s Note:

“Seyngrfsoierugbwoigwg this was so cute to write. <3 Thank you for ordering! Apologies for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy your stay! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))"

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As you made your way to the Savanaclaw dorm, the sun shone down on you. You walked a bit slower, deciding to take your time and bask in the sun a bit more.

'A nap would sound very nice right about now...,' you thought to yourself as your tail swishes back and forth. Leona would probably be napping, enjoying the feeling of the light tingling on his skin, just as you did. Though, it wasn't a rare occurrence. Almost every afternoon, you'd lie down next to the lion and take in the midday warmth, side by side, or sometimes, with you lying down on top of him.

Ears twitching, the sound of someone, or some people, approaching drew you back to reality and out of your thoughts. Stopping, you turned halfway around, ready to leave if needed. You were met with about four or five students, with strangely eager looks on their faces.

"Hey! Sorry, do you mind if we touch them?" one of them said. Another one came forward and added, "We just think your tail and ears are very cute and fluffy! C'mon, just a touch.."

Your lips twitched downward, and your ears pressed down flat against your head, "Uh, no thank you. I'm not-"

"Don't be rude. It's only one touch, nothing more! Just let us," a third one said, approaching you.

This felt weird. This felt uncomfortable. It made a deep pit sink in your stomach as you remembered how your old classmates used to treat you. Their teasing, their taunts, their coos; treating you like a housecat that was simply meant to be played around with. It made you feel helpless and guilty for something you couldn't control.

.

.

.

"Oi, what are you herbivores doing? Get away from her," a voice growled. Your ears shot up and your head snapped to the right, towards the source.

There stood Leona, in all his glory and messy hair, baring his teeth towards the cluster of students. They quickly backed off, apologized, and scurried away. His expression softened when he turned to you.

Lowering your voice as he came closer and closer, you nearly whispered, "What're you doing here?"

You wrap your arms around him and breath in his scent. He smelled like the sun. While he pulls you closer into his arms, you swear you heard a miniature purr from his throat. "You were late."

Feeling him press a kiss near your left ear, you figured he must've missed you. After all, Leona usually isn't this gentle with you. Or maybe, he sensed that something was bothering his queen.

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[mrsbakashi]

Kisame and 33 🦈🦈🦈🦈

hi, anon!

thank you for requesting, and i'm sorry for taking so long to write it. it's my first time writing for Kisame, so i'm very very nervous, even if it's just a short drabble, but i hope you like it! 💙

33. "you just squirted on my dick"

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NSFW under the cut, MDNI

"shit! i-i'm gonna...!"

Kisame can't be gentle - i mean, he tries, a lot, but the man is so big and thick it's just impossible. and this is not necessarily a bad thing, trust me, though it frustrates him a little, because sometimes he just wishes he could be gentle and make sweet love to you all night long, but he barely penetrates you and you're already coming. he's so thick and makes you feel so full, his cock hits your g spot the second he enters you, that's why he takes a long time on foreplays, until you're begging him to fuck you already and he's so hard he has no intentions to deny you any longer. and you - you try your best to hold your orgasm, to wait for him, to let him enjoy it a little, you really do, but your gummy walls start to clench him with only a few strokes.

"just a little longer, baby, please" he says, kissing your shoulders.

you bite your lips to prevent you from screaming, your body tense with the strength it takes to hold your orgasm while kisame keeps pounding into you, lips touching every inch of your skin he can reach.

"kisa, ple-eaase!"

he doesn't reply, as if he didn't even listen to you. his thumb finds your clit and he starts to draw circles on it. he's doing it on purpose, he knows you can't handle it, he knows it's too much, and yet he does it. it's almost mean.

"k-kisa! i-i can't, it's-"

"i know you can hold a little longer for me, can't you?"

loud incomprehensible sounds leave your mouth as you are not able to hold it anymore, your whole body shaking, and that's when kisame goes harder and faster, pursuing his own relief. you are so sensitive, not a single drop of strength remaining in your body, you're shaking. it feels like you're going to burst into flames, the pleasure being so strong you can't remember your own name - only his. it's just too much.

you feel the release, like you're coming again, but only more intense this time, closing your eyes, screaming his name. you barely listen when kisame groans, finally cumming inside you. he then puts his arms around you and kisses your lips.

"are you alright, my love?" he asks softly, pulling you to his chest.

you're mind is too hazy to think - you just moan and he chuckles. kisame just holds you, caressing your back. when you finally look at his face he opens the cockiest smile, so proud of himself.

your facial expression becomes shocked when you realize this was the first time, and honestly you're a little bit worried kisame might think it's disgusting, so you open your mouth to apologize, even tho it wasn't really your fault - it was mostly his to be honest -, but kisame kisses you.

"you just squirted on my dick."

"it was hot as fuck!" he says, lips glued to yours "i hope you're ready for another round because i want to see it again."

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[renuqi]

Hello could you write sm about obey me brkthers comfritng you cause youre stressing about school and you want perfect grades but its so hard and that is the knly way you learn to get love and validation so noe you dont know what to do so you just cry,cry,cry and lose motivation ...and yeah...just comfort with obey me brothers (I apologize if this is too personal hs is just so rough haha and all of my professors suck and im away from home,dont even have time to enjoy anything...anwayss i apologize for this mini vent if this is to personal just delete the request) stay safe,drink some water and ont be like me life isnt base on few grades,but i feel like my is so 🏃‍♀️💨

hi anon !! im really sorry that ur going thru this :((( school is such a bitch !! im also super sorry about not being able to write this sooner but i rlly hope you've overcome this and you happy n healthy <33 i also am going to make a part 2 so this post isn't too long

COMFORTING YOU BC OF SCHOOL WORK

⤷ lucifer, mammon, levi x gn!reader (separate)

( pt. 1 | pt. 2 )

warnings: comfort/angst,, reader strives off of academic validation (relatable :()

- [ ♡ ] lucifer

‒ knows how it feels,, so when he found you curled up into a ball in your room with your school work laid out in front of you and your soft sobs echoing through the room,,, he was quick to react </3

‒ sososo understanding

‒ will fetch you a warm cup of tea or hot coco

‒ lets you sit on his lap while hes at his desk and listens to you rant

‒ a great listener,, strokes your head to let you know he's there and he cares

Your muffles sobs echoed throughout your room, the sound flowing into every crevasse in the enclosed room. Lucifer had been ringing your D.D.D but you refused to answer, deciding to not burden him with your problems now, and just hoped he wouldn't bother you until you were no longer in a state of vulnerability. Unfortunately for you, Lucifer burst through your door in a panic, hearing your sobs as he stepped closer to your door.

"Y/N?", he whispers, stalking closer to you.

He knelt down and scooped you up, carrying you bridal style. He no longer wanted you to stay in the suffocating space of your room as it had held the horrors of advanced classes school work, and he set you down at the comfy chair in his study.

"wait here", he inquired, giving you no further information.

You obeyed his word, sitting in the big chair, sniffling every once in a while. When Lucifer returned, he placed a steaming cup of tea on the desk and picked you up to sit himself down. He gently set you down in his lap and moved one of his hands to your waist while the other was stroking your hair. His touch was delicate, holding you as you were as fragile as porcelain.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

- [ ♡ ] mammon

‒ panics

‒ hes trying his best

‒ cuddles solve everything !!!

‒ swipes all of homework off of your desk and glares at it

‒ 'you did did this >:('

Mammon had been lounging on your bed as you tried your hardest to finish your advanced classes work without breakdown in front of him at your desk. Obviously, this had failed, causing you to try to hide your tears and sniffles. Mammon noticed when he sensed something wrong and he found you constantly wiping your face with yor sleeve, and you death grip on your pencil causing your knuckles to turn white.

"Darlin'?" he stood up, abandoning his phone on your bed and walking up to you.

As soon as he was at your side, you stubbornly turned your head the other way, refusing to show him your burnt out state. Mammon gently turned your head back to his direction with the softest touch and his eyes softened at the tears dribbling down your cheeks.

He pulled you up and pointed at the bed, you simply nodding knowing that he was going to cuddle you until you feel better. On your way to the bed though, you heard the shuffling of papers and what sounded like your pencil bouncing off the floor. You turned, finding Mammon glaring at your work and stomping back towards you.

- [ ♡ ] levi

‒ HE IS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR ARGH

‒ you'll be doing your work next to him as he's playing his game and you suddenly got a notification for your grade on your latest test

‒ your fist clenched and levi could sense your tense aura and immediately paused his game

‒ he grabbed your hands and snuck his fingers in between your fingernails and palms to stop you from hurting yourself more

‒ offers to let you take a nap to calm down in him lap while he's playing

you were revising your notes when suddenly a ping came from your D.D.D. Unlocking it, you find it to be your recent test results. you bit your lip in anticipation as the loading bar was growing fuller and fuller by the second. You had high hopes, you hadn't slept for days just trying to revise enough to get a good grade on this test, that was until you saw the big red 70 percentile on the top right corner. you felt your heart drop, your breathing became jagged as you forcefully blinked the tears back into your eyes. You clenched your fists, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hand.

Suddenly, the blue head of hair turned to face you, his hands gently reaching for yours. You hadn't retracted them away, making him continue, pulling your fingernails away from your palm and sliding his own hand in between.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head, and gave him a forced smile, he sighed in response.

"C'mere, you can take a nap in my lap to calm down."

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[softxsuki]

Hellow may I please make a urgent request, a scenario where gn!reader has relapsed into their eating disorder due to body dysmorphia. Where Sugawara notices reader denying food/not eating at all and soon later confronts reader abt it and reader just breaks down infront of him letting out all their emotions, and ends withh comfort and fluff? Thank you so so much in advance<33

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Sugawara Comforts Reader With An Eating Disorder

Pairing: Sugawara x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorder, mentions of body dysmorphia, talking badly about yourself

Genre: Comfort, kinda fluffy at the end (?) mostly just comfort though

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: In which you're walking home with Sugawara after watching him practice Volleyball with Karasuno. He wants to eat something, but you refuse and he puts the pieces together after weeks of you avoiding the topic of food. He confronts you, but comforts you as you let the truth and all your emotions come out about your eating disorder.

[A/N: Hello anon! I actually combined this with another Sugawara request that I had stored up in my ask box. They were both very very similar so I didn't want to have two stories up about the same topic with the same character. I hope that's okay! Thank you for coming to me with your urgent request though. I apologize for taking all day to write it; I've been so distracted lately, so I kept taking breaks. Hopefully that didn't affect my writing PFNJEKFA. I hope this is able to provide you with some comfort--for both anons who requested very similar requests <33. I love you all, hope you enjoy!]

**excuse any grammar errors, I didn’t proofread 😩

“You looked great out there Suga,” you tell Sugawara as the both of you walk side by side, surrounded by the darkness of the night that had fallen.

He had invited you to watch Karasuno practice for their upcoming game since he was busier than usual and hardly had a chance to hangout with you anymore.

“You think?” he smiles in your direction, “Guess my hard work’s been paying off then.”

You smile softly at your friend, proud of how much he’s improved in Volleyball. It was proof that you could go a long way with a little hard work.

Your thoughts are cut off by the sound of his stomach grumbling. He laughs and turns to you, “Guess I outdid myself at practice, I’m starving. You wanna go grab a bite to eat?”

Your heart drops to your stomach.

“No, that's okay. I ate earlier, plus I think I have some food at home that I need to eat before it goes bad. Maybe next time,” you lie, hoping he wouldn’t see through you.

You can feel him looking at you from the corner of your eye, waiting for you to look back at him. He stops walking completely, making your footsteps pause as well.

“You’re doing it again,” he whispers, pleading with his voice for you to look at him, but continues to speak anyway, “Anytime I mention food, you tell me you already ate or you’re not hungry. You’ve been watching me in practice for a few hours now and I never once saw you eat a single thing. What’s going on?”

You feel tears brim at the corner of your eyes, scared that the secret of your eating disorder was about to be exposed, but you try your hardest to hold them back.

“Nothing. Seriously Suga, I’m fine. I ate a quick snack while you were busy practicing,” you insist, though still refuse to look at him.

“Then why won’t you look at me? Something’s not right,” he places a hand on your shoulder, “Please look at me. You haven’t been eating, have you? It’s okay…just let me in on your thoughts, please…”

And that’s when you completely break down. Tears flow down your cheeks as you finally spin around to face him. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of your tears, but he composes himself, not wanting you to turn away again or feel like he was judging you, because he wasn’t. Not at all.

“You’re right,” you choke out, “I haven’t been eating. And when I do eat it’s very very little. I just feel gross in my body…in my skin. Waking up each morning I look in the mirror and I’m disgusted by what I see. I thought this was the only way to see a change, but I still can’t accept my flaws.”

Sugawara gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, allowing you to get everything off your chest.

“I’ve been dealing with this for so long, and I thought I was feeling better about myself for a while. I would eat and feel fine, but then I looked in the mirror again one day and all those negative thoughts came back. I felt horrible, so I fell right back into not eating,” you pause to inhale a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to disappoint you or put you in an uncomfortable position Suga.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he now moves closer to you and wraps you in an embrace, “I know it’s not easy to look beyond what we see. After all, we spend the most amount of time with ourselves. We get to really look deeply at ourselves in the mirror each day, criticizing the smallest flaws that we notice. Flaws that may be small, but after a while of seeing them all the time, they begin to grow bigger and weigh heavier on our mind.”

He pulls away from the embrace, leaning back to take a good look at you.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. Your weight, your appearance, and most importantly, your heart, are all perfect to me. And I know hearing all this won’t magically make you eat again and have you return to feeling good about yourself, but I hope it helps you a little. We’ve been friends for a while, I wouldn’t lie about what I thought of you, and I’m definitely not ashamed of you or disappointed in you. I feel so lucky to be able to have someone like you to call my friend,” he sends you a big smile.

“Thanks Suga,” you smile back at him, wiping away the rest of your dried up tears, now that you have finally stopped crying, “It does feel nice to hear that at least you don’t see anything wrong with me, but like you said, that doesn’t mean I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling confident in my skin.”

“Of course not. And that’s okay. I’ll remind you of how amazing you are everyday if you’d like, but please eat. I know it’s hard because you feel that not eating will make you look the way you want to look, but you’re just going to do more harm to yourself than anything,” he hesitates, hoping he isn’t being top pushy, but he just hates to see you suffer so much.

“I know,” you sigh, “I’ll try, for you.”

“Not for me. Try for you! This is your only body. Though you may dislike some parts of it, it’s your mission to handle yourself with care and love. While that’s hard for you right now, I’ll do my best to help you care for yourself until you’re able to catch up and do it on your own. If that’s okay of course.”

“Of course it’s okay,” you cry out, tears once again falling down your face, “Gosh, what is wrong with me, I’m sorry.”

You wipe your tears again trying to control your emotions. But this time, the tears feel nice. They were falling almost in relief rather than from feeling bad about yourself. Relief that Sugawara was still willing to be your friend even after finding out about the dark parts of your life–he was willing to help you and be there for you. That was more than you could ask for and you were beyond grateful for him.

“It’s all right,” he reassures you, but then smiles once he sees the light return to your eyes. He knew those tears were different.

“Now,” he pauses to catch your attention, “I’m starving, so I’m going to go stop someplace nearby and grab a bite. I would love your company. Maybe you could have something light, just to get you through the night. What do you say?”

You stop to think for a moment, still not really feeling up to eat, but you wanted to at least try.

“Okay. I can try! No promises though.”

“Perfect,” he gives you a bright smile and nudges your shoulder, “Let’s go!”

With that, the both of you begin walking to a nearby stall that sold all kinds of late night snacks.

It wouldn’t be easy, but having Sugawara by your side to encourage you brought a new light into your heart. You knew you’d be able to look in the mirror one day again and appreciate your body rather than criticize it. One day, you’ll love and embrace all your flaws.

Baby steps Y/N. You got this.

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Posted: 12/10/2021

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↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: lee heeseung x reader ↬ genre: fluff | slight angst (happy ending dw) | idol!au  ↬ warnings: slight angst in that reader feels as if hee doesn’t have enough time for them bc of hee’s busy schedule and heeseung calls reader’s efforts inconvenient w/o realizing the weight of his words :( ↬ w/c: 1.4k ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name

As your eyes settled on the screen of your phone, reading Heeseung’s text message, you couldn’t help but scoff at it. You looked out the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet your boyfriend for your lunch date but he sent a text, canceling for what felt like the hundredth time this month. You could feel him slipping away from you with the other half of the bed empty almost every night, your dates constantly canceled, and your texts going unread. You decided not to respond to Heeseung, after all, what was the point? As you finished the remainder of your drink, you decided that you were going to enjoy the day to yourself regardless of whether or not Heeseung was going to be with you.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You explored the city and took your own pictures, found a new favorite trail to walk on, and bought yourself a new bag. Despite all the texts and calls from Heeseung, you ignored them all to give him a little taste of his own medicine. When you got home, you were more surprised than anything to see Heeseung waiting for you.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked. You looked at him, noticing how his eyes narrowed in on you and his arms crossed over his chest which caused his biceps to bulge out.

“Oh, so you care about me?”

“Of course I care, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well you canceled for the hundredth time today, I decided to have fun by myself.” His eyes cast to the floor, unable to look at you. You heard him let out a sigh as he muttered,

“I’m sorry.” You knew that when Heeseung became an idol, he’d have a busy schedule. You supported his dreams, had been there from the start but what good was your efforts when right now it felt as if you weren’t even in a relationship? Sure, Heeseung was sorry but you had heard the words thousands of times that you felt nothing anymore.

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I’ve just been busy. You know how important promotion season is, I just don’t have the time for things like I used to.”

“I know that but you can’t even go on one damn date the entire month?”

“We spend all night practicing for performances that I’m better off spending the night at Jay or Jake’s instead of coming home. With the events we have along with the dates you wanna go on and your constant texts, it’s just inconvenient.”

“Inconvenient?” It was with Heeseung’s words that you realized, you had had enough. If your constant attempts to keep the relationship, well, a relationship turned out to be inconvenient to Heeseung then there was no point to it. If all the time you spent checking up on him turned out to be inconvenient then you had no reason to put in any effort anymore. You knew that work and his dreams were important but so were you.

“I didn’t mean it like that, there are things that I need to do and responsibilities I need to focus on-”

“Am I not important to you anymore?” As your ears were met with silence you felt your breathing caught up in your throat. Waiting for Heeseung to answer only to be met with no reply, through his hesitance you found your answer.

“Baby, I-”

“Forget I asked.” You walked past him, heading into your room and in the process shoving his shoulder. As the door slammed and you flopped onto the bed you waited. Waited for Heeseung to knock on the door, waited for him to say something, anything, but waiting only led to self-given heartbreak. You heard the opening of a door ringing throughout your ears but it wasn’t the door you had hoped. After hearing the key, you came to a realization. Heeseung decided to walk out.

Following the next few days, you and Heeseung entered a stage of your relationship you weren’t quite sure what to label as. It wasn’t that you broke up per se, but you weren’t exactly together either. Sure, you exchanged a few messages here and there but you could feel Heeseung slipping away or maybe it was you slipping away, you weren’t quite sure. Throughout the week, you found yourself unable to sleep. But one Friday night, that inability to sleep turned into a 3 am movie marathon spent on the living room couch curled up under your blankets and one of Heeseung’s shirts. You heard the front door open, glanced over to see the light turn on and Heeseung taking off his shoes.

“You’re up?” he asked, slight worry filling his tone.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all you could bring yourself to say.

“Should I make us some ramen?” he offered.

“Yeah, if you want.” You stayed in the living room while Heeseung made his way to the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say, how were you even supposed to start? With your eyes settled on the tv, you entered a sort of daze where your head felt heavy and clouded with thoughts but your throat was unable to get any words out. It wasn’t until Heeseung was in front of you, blocking the tv that you drifted back to reality. You let out a small “thank you,” as the warmth of the bowl of ramen met your palms, couldn’t hold back your small smile as you saw that Heeseung had given you one and a half soft boiled eggs. When the both of you finished eating, you found yourself almost scared to talk to Heeseung about what went on that night. Your relationship was either going to continue, or it was going to end. As Heeseung reached towards the coffee table, about to take the bowls to the kitchen, your hand reached out to hold his arm, stopping him.

“Stay,” you whispered. Heeseung only nodded, settling himself so that he was laying on the couch with you. Face to face with him, you moved so that your head was laying on his chest. His heartbeat was calming, embrace comfortable, and scent making you feel complete. The next step in your relationship, or its end, whichever it was, you’d find out tomorrow. Closing your eyes, all you could do was wait.

When you woke up, your ears were met with a slight groan and the hold around you tightened. As you lifted your head up, a hard sort of knock was heard paired with an,

“Oww, what the hell?” from Heeseung. You brought up a hand to massage his chin while you felt him kiss the top of your head,

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here when I woke up.”

“I, uhh, have something planned for us today. If you’re up for it?” Heeseung seemed kind of nervous as he spoke, avoiding your eyes and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You do?”

“A date, as an apology, because I’m sorry.”

“What about work?”

“I told our manager that I was taking today off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re important to me and I hate that it’s taken so damn long for me to show it to you.”

While you got ready for whatever it was Heeseung had planned, he was making breakfast. After breakfast, he brought you to a festival you didn’t even know was going on. While you walked past the stalls set up, occasionally stopping to look at something that caught your eye, Heeseung’s hand stayed intertwine with yours. You had missed it, being with Heeseung, and feeling loved by him. When lunchtime came around, you ended at the park. There were both couples and families with a towel, eating food they had packed, but all of a sudden, Heeseung was leading you to a towel with a picnic basket.

“This is our spot,” he said. Your eyes went wide,

“You set this up?”

“Mhm. I know how much you love picnics and I figured… let’s go on one.” You sat down, unable to hold back your smile as Heeseung sat next to you. You really did love picnics, but more so with Heeseung. After eating, you laid down and looked up at sky feeling as if the world was so vast and wide. You found yourself looking at Heeseung,

“Y’know, keeping my head on the ground is really inconvenient right now.” Heeseung’s eyes filled with alarm,

“I’m sorry, I never should’ve said that.”

“It’s ok,” you said. And you meant it. “It’d be less inconvenient if I could use your arm as a pillow though.” As Heeseung’s arm extended, you rested your head on it while you wrapped an arm around his chest. Waiting often led to self-given heartbreak, but sometimes, it was worth it.

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