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viktor relationship headcanons
warnings: if you squint, you might see something a little intimate, but other than suggestions, there's nothing.
a/n: surprised myself by not only writing this so quickly but also by not including any filth. wow.
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He lives for shoulder kisses, treating them as a sort of stress reliever.
You visit his lab, bringing him a cup of tea (to make him sleepier and get him to bed quicker), and as you pass by, you lean down to kiss his shoulder.
Even through his shirt, he can feel your warmth, and as you leave, he manages to relax a little more.
Sometimes, before you go, he'll hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, his lips wandering down your wrist and arm until you start pulling him away from the workbench.
On good daysâthe days when he doesnât feel as much pain or discomfort just from breathingâhe asks for your help removing the harness he wears around his middle section.
He doesnât actually need the help, but he loves the way your skin feels against his, especially during such an intimate moment, and he savors every second with you.
Putting the harness back on is a hassle, but itâs easier now because you understand.
Itâs one thing to force your help on him, and another to ask if he needs it. He appreciates that you askâand that you back off when he tells you to.
Another bittersweet aspect of your relationship is that heâs always cold. While itâs uncomfortable for him when heâs alone, itâs the best thing in the world when youâre around.
Heâll shiver slightly, and youâll appear out of nowhere, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and pulling him close, tucking his hands under your thighs and kissing his nose until heâs boiling hot.
You also insist that he drink more warm beverages (except coffeeâyou banned that from your apartment ages ago), wear thicker clothes, and even use masks in the lab because his colds are always worse than expected.
Viktor insists heâs a grown man perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but when you hold his hands in yours and blow on them, he swallows his pride and lets you. Your love comes in waves like these, and heâs learned to catch as much of it as he can.
He doesnât pay much attention to his appearance. While that unintentionally makes him a hundred times more attractive, it becomes a problem as he grows more important. Itâs hard to explain that he canât show up to an important meeting looking disheveled and that he needs to fix his hair before leaving the house.
So, you sit him down on the little bench you use to get ready yourself, using some of your products to tame his hair, smoothing down stray locks and ensuring he looks polished. The entire time, he fights to stay awake because of your gentle touch, eventually resting his face against your belly and breathing you in.
When youâre done, itâs a bit hard to get him up and out the door, but you manage by peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose. His heart races at your affection, and he promises to return as soon as possible so the two of you can be together again.
At some point, while redecorating the apartment for the millionth time, a picture falls out of one of his books: itâs him as a child, holding up a toy boat with a huge smile on his face. The sight makes you momentarily consider starting a family right then and there, so you call him over to show him.
He stutters, trying to snatch the photo from your hands, but you stop him, giggling at his embarrassed expression.
"You were so cute as a kid! I mean, you still are, but you looked so small! Baby Vik!" you tease, and he buries his face in his hands.
You end up framing the photo and hanging it on the living room wall, right beside one of your own.
But his absolute favorite thing the two of you do together is bathing. He never saw the point of it beforeâshowering was easier and more practicalâbut now, he needs at least one bath a week just to keep going.
You fill the bathroom with bubbles, scents, and soaps, and he gets to sit back and relax with you in the warm water (which soothes his pain) in a dimly lit room. He loves it: your hands gently touching him, the care you take to ensure heâs comfortable and content in the tub, and even washing his hair for him.
He finds it almost pathetic how completely in love he is with you.
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Ever Since We Met
Spoiler: Jason dies in the warehouse. ~1.5k words
Jason Todd is six years old and snot nosed when he falls in love with his best friend. Sure, he doesn't exactly know what love is, but he makes sure he's standing next to you when the class lines up so he can hold your hand.
He gets a weird feeling in his stomach (heâs not completely convinced that itâs jealousy, despite what the teacher tries to explain) when you follow other kids around the playground instead of him.
But, he does recognize the excitement he feels when you seek him out to be coloring partners during class instead of the girl sitting next to you.
He loves you as much as a six year old can. Especially when he gets to sleep over at your house and you turn your bed into a fortress of blankets and pillows for you both to sleep in. Those nights are his favorite, and you both drift off to whispered stories and hushed giggles.
Jason Todd is ten years old and getting used to growing pains when he develops a crush on his best friend. At least, he thinks itâs a crush. It feels different than being in love, even if he hasnât quite grasped the fact that he is in love.
He's more hyper aware of what he does now, how he treats you. Sometimes, the way you smile makes him stumble over his words, and his face go hot. He distracts himself and you from it by asking about homework or that one TV show you that you watch on Saturday mornings.
Jason decides he likes that youâll press to his side when youâre reading, lost in your own worlds together without a need to fill the silence, crush or not.
He likes that youâll trade half of your sandwich for his and sneak him doodles and notes during class. (He wonât admit it, but he keeps them in a box under his bed. Sometimes theyâre the only reason he doesnât run away from it all)
He doesnât bother to mask his obvious preference for you, even when the other kids try to tease him for his crush.
Youâre always quick to threaten anyone who tries to put him down, anyway, and heâs more than happy to do the same for you. And when you offer him a high five for scaring off some of the older kids, He decides it doesnât matter if itâs a crush or not, as long as you stay his best friend.
Jason Todd is twelve when he becomes Robin. Itâs hard, well, not being Robin, thatâs a magic entirely its own, but being away from you.
He lives in a manor that's bigger than the entire floor of the apartment building he used to live in. He's learned how to do a backflip while throwing a punch in midair. He has more at his fingertips now than he's ever had in the entire first eleven years of his life.
But he misses you. Sometimes, it feels like a phantom limb. Something he's always reaching for, but never quite grasping. It helps that you've gotten a scholarship to his new school, but it's still not enough.
He can't explain it, but he gets greedy for your time. You don't seem to mind the sporadic hangouts, or how often he has to cancel or leave. He kind of wishes you would, just to show that you care as much as he does.
He redoubles his efforts to be a good Robin when you tell him about the dealer that moved into the apartment next to yours. He resolves to be a better friend when you tell him the fancy suits he has to wear to galas look good on him.
His feelings don't change once, even if he hasn't quite found a balance between vigilante and civilian, he knows you're the one thing he can't let go of.
Jason is fifteen years old and about to die when he realizes the person he wants to see most is you. He's always known it, in the back of his mind, but as the blaring red numbers tick lower and lower, he just wishes he could hear your voice one more time.
It's you. Always been. And he's never said it. Never let you know.
His body aches. His leg is twisted the wrong way. His breathing is shallow and raspy. His vision is blurring, and he wants to live. But his mom is still trapped in this warehouse with him, and he's Robin. Robin helps, and that's what he'll do.
Jason drags himself to his mother's side to help, moves despite the gnawing, indescribable pain with every movement.
He's still trying to help, trying to sheild her from harm, as the numbers drop to zero. Zero. Zero. Zero.
What happens next doesn't hurt more than anything else did. And he has enough time to picture the color of your eyes before it all goes to black.
Jason Todd is eighteen when he dons the name Red Hood and becomes Gotham's biggest crime lord in a matter of months.
He stays far away from you, even if your memory has haunted him since the moment he woke up in that cursed pit. (and if he tries to remember, the moment since he first woke up in his own grave)
He's eighteen still, when his empire crumbles and he's left without a path, a purpose. He carries the weight of his years with the league, sags under the strain of not knowing who he is anymore.
He stays far away from you, sticks to the cracks and shadows of Gotham until his name is no longer whispered in fear. Then, and only then, is he brave enough to take off his helmet in front of you.
It's a relief and a terror all at once to finally see the color of your eyes from something other than a memory, and when his heartbeat starts to stutter, he knows he's never really grown out of being in love with you.
You've gotten older. (He shouldn't be surprised, he has too. He just always pictured you growing old together)
Your eyes still light up like he's your favorite person in the room. (He thinks he's allowed to be surprised about that)
But it's when you breathe out that he's home, that he figures out you've been waiting for him. Neither of you seem to know what to say after that, but you don't run for the hills in terror. And for the moment, that's enough.
Jason is twenty-one and passing the first (legally) acquired bottle of alcohol you've ever bought. You laugh about how it still tastes the same, and his heart nearly leaps out of his chest at the sound.
He loves you. It sings in his blood, settles on his tongue, he just doesn't know how to say it. He shows it, or at least he tries, but sometimes he's still waiting for this all to be a dream. It should have been impossible, how easily he slipped back into your life.
It was easy. So easy. Everything was easy with you. That's probably why he spills his guts.
He doesn't quite say it the right way, doesn't manage to get the word 'love' out. But he says enough to get his feelings out.
It's not poetic, not grand as you deserve, but somehow he manages to articulate the way butterflies create a hurricane in his stomach when you're around, how his gaze is always drawn to you, how he can't help but lean into the sound of your voice, the warmth of your touch.
Maybe he says a little too much about how he's been head over heels since the day you've met, because you just stare at him.
He's almost ready to run, to blame it all on the one measly shot he's had. This is, until you kiss him. And oh, it's everything he never dared to dream it would be.
It's a little messy, sure, the angle a little strange as you crane across the couch to tangle your fingers in his hair. But it's perfect, it's you, and Jason falls in love all over again.
Jason Todd is twenty-three and still learning how to say I love you. It's not that he loves you any less, if anything, he loves you now more than ever. It's just still something he's getting used to.
Love is something you've given to him so freely, something he's happy to return. But it scares him, sometimes. He worries that if he says it out loud too much, the universe will realize how great of a gift he's been given, and rip it away.
It might be irrational, but he holds the word love close to his heart anyway, unwilling to test fate anymore than he already does by putting on that red helmet.
He whispers it to you in the dead of night instead, says it with touch instead of sound, shows it with soft, shine of his eye. He squeezes your hand when you say it to him, does his best to make it clear he feels the same, even if he can't get the words out.
He'll get it eventually, figure out how to get it off his tongue. He has to.
Especially if he wants to show you the pretty little band of shining, precious metal he has tucked away in a velvet box.
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things matt does that makes you question your friendship | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. unestablished relationship headcanons wc 618 (library) + (request)
best friend!matt who's so attentive to your needs. he's always checking in on you, especially when you're out together. he'll rest his hand on your back before leaning towards your ear to whisper and ask how you're doing. during dinners with friends he'll look over at you and raise his eyebrows in question, waiting for your signal. if you're ever uncomfortable, he has no qualms about gathering all of his things and dragging you away from the chaos. your comfort is always above everything.
best friend!matt who adds love songs to your shared playlist. you both update your joint playlist pretty frequently, sometimes even sending the songs to each other beforehand. matt often will send a song with an attached message like 'this song reminds me of you' or 'i think you'll like this, just added it to our playlist'. you didn't notice it at first but once you started looking at the lyrics of the songs, they always mentioned love, infatuation, unrequited love, and more romantic topics.
best friend!matt who created a nickname for you that only he can use. he gets incredibly upset when someone uses the nickname he gave you, and even more upset if you let them. he made it up and reserved it specifically for you while making it known that you're the only person who has that privilege over him. he'll be giddy if you create your own special nickname for him, and will ignore anyone who addresses him by it if it's not you.
best friend!matt who doesn't correct people when they think you're dating. it's happened plenty of times, the way the two of you cuddle up to each other in public and have animated conversation that only the both of you can hear, anyone with eyes would think the two of you were dating. and whenever someone assumes, before you can interject to deny their claims, matt quickly throws out a 'thank you' with a smile before pulling you away and avoiding your question of why you didn't correct them.
best friend!matt who unknowingly seeks out your approval. after he makes a joke you're the first person he looks at, just waiting to see your smile and hear the familiar sound of your laughter. it always gave him a sense of pride when you paid attention and recognized him, even if it was for something as small as laughing at his crappy jokes.
best friend!matt who takes candid photos of you. it's always when you least expect it, building a lego set in the tranquility of his bedroom and you'll randomly see a flash out of the corner of your eye. at first you used to poke at him about it and beg for him to delete it, but it happens so often now that you can only grow a flustered smile, wondering just why he takes so many pictures of you. not realizing he has a photo album dedicated to just you with a matching wallpaper to prove it.
best friend!matt who can't get you of his head. he's surrounded by you, your face on his homescreen, the last hoodie of his you wore resting on the back of his chair, your hair ties on his nightstand, while one of your favorite childhood tv shows play in the background..he sees you in everything he does and everywhere he goes, and he makes it known. always sending you a small update text when he's thinking about you and sometimes a picture of what exactly reminded him of you. 'watching your show, made me think of u :) â€ïž'
best friend!matt who is so utterly obsessed and in love with his best friend.
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state of grace â s. reid x reader
in which your cat has taken liking to your friend with benefits, and you begin to battle with the consequential feelings.Â
pairing:Â spencer reid x fem!reader genre:Â fluff (18+ for suggestive content) tags:Â established friends with benefits. reader has a cat. your cat likes him more than you :(Â avoidant!reader for like a teensie second. it's okay happy ending. the happiest possible ending actually. fade to black. word count:Â 1.9k a/n:Â sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things. like a cat. :) im a dog person. idk why i wrote this.
Seventeen times.
That is how many times Spencer Reid had found residence at your apartment in the past month alone, taking up the space on the other side of your bed. Thirteen of those times he had stayed the night. Six of those times, he had come for sex. The other eleven? He had come because you needed a friend.Â
Or, rather, your cat did.Â
You had discovered you weren't any more complex than your average man, at the end of the day. Human beings are at their core created to love and be loved, and by extension, to want and be wanted. You wanted Spencer, and you were wanted by Spencer. For both your friendship, and the intimacy your relationship provided.Â
But you did not love him, and he did not love you.Â
Cat's are anything but fickle creatures. A lot of your best friendships were centred around whether or not your cat developed a liking to the person or not. Oftentimes, your fleeting relationships came down to the odd sixth sense the animal had for disliking the worst people. That, and your one night stands were never a crowd favourite within the walls of your apartment. And yet; Spencer Reid.Â
He was nothing short of charming. In a sort of dorky way, yes. But whatever socially romantic skills he lacked, he most certainly made up for by giving you the best of just about everything in bed. A small part of you wants to claim it's human instinct to know how to worship the person meant for you, but the logical reason is probably his eidetic memory knowing exactly what he's doing after a singular trial run. Entertaining the thought of being his soulmate was not a wise choice.
He most certainly was your cat's, though. The Ragdoll always jumping down to greet him the second he stepped foot in your apartment, usually resulting in the break of a kiss and a five minute intermission before the two of you could do anything.Â
At first, it was an inconvenience. Your cat had never taken such a liking to a person you'd brought home before, and it was jarring to watch a man you were partially trying to undress, stop everything to pet your cat. Now, it is simply endearing. You've stopped trying to steal Spencer's attention before the cat does, and you've come to the conclusion that Spencer's priority list will always be the feline, then you.Â
Today was, seemingly, no different. Despite the dull ache between your legs and the fact that this visit had started as something as obscene as Spencer calling from his work bathroom to ask if he could come over after for he was, and you quote, in dire need to touch you (among many other things), whatever those needs were, were put on hold.Â
You smile regardless, leaning against the edge of your couch as he crouches down to meet Po â yes, like the panda â his hand immediately reaching out for the cat to run his head along.Â
Spencer's head lifts to look at you. "Morgan thinks Po isn't a real cat, and we've just got a name for yourâumâ" his brain catches up to his mouth mid sentence, and he's stammering his way to silence.Â
"Please tell me you defended my cat's honour," you retort.
"I did! I even showed him the photo I took of him while you were in the shower last week. He thinks it's a different person's cat."
You shake your head in disapproval. "Unbelievable. Your coworker thinks we've named my pussy."
"That's just Morgan."
"I wish Po could speak English. Then he could hear this nonsense, and stop loving you more than me," you grumble, and Spencer's lips twitch up into a smile, as he situates himself on the floor, the cat climbing into his lap.
"Actually, he technically can. Cat's can understand up to thirty-five words in whatever language you train them in. Also, when they meow, they begin trying to mimic the sound of certain human words. It's their vocal tract that prevents them from literally speaking English," he explains.
But, you're too invested in the way his long fingers are delicately running through the cat's hair, to both respond, and really pay any attention at all.
You had had fleeting thoughts about real feelings for Spencer two months ago. Brushing them off as loneliness and your need to satiate the hopeless romantic within you, you'd forgotten about it up until this recent week.
He'd been over every single day, sometimes for sex, oftentimes for a movie and dinner (which was usually a bowl of pasta you had overestimated while cooking). And every single time, you'd developed an overwhelming anxious pit in your stomach when watching him interact with Po, your heart fluttering the entire time, mind running rampant on domestic thoughts you should be squashing.Â
Should be, but weren't.Â
You'd tried to put it down to the motherly instinct you had over the animal. Seeing somebody else treat him with as much love and care as you did was endearing â it wasn't a Spencer Reid specific trait. Yet, here you were.Â
"I feel like the benefits of this relationship have changed," you say, seating yourself in front of Spencer on the floor, Po lifting his head to look at the person behind the sudden movement, before he let it rest back on Spencer's thigh.Â
"To what?"
"My cat," you huff, and Spencer laughs.
"He is my favourite benefit thus far," he muses.Â
"The feeling is definitely mutual," you nod your head to Po, whose eyes were now shut, seemingly quite comfortable disregarding all your personal plans and taking Spencer's attention.
"Animals don't usually like me," he comments. "I don't know why Po is different."
Oh, you had a few ideas why.
"Maybe he's exercising the keep your enemies closer life motto," you offer, and Spencer's eyebrows shoot up in faux offence.Â
"This is unadulterated love," he protests. "He does not think of me as an enemy."
"That's what he wants you to believe," you hum, pushing yourself up on your legs. "Well, since plans have been rudely interrupted, do you want some dinner?"Â
"Sure," he answers, though his attention is back on Po. Clearly so, for he says, "I'll get to our original plans after we eat, don't worry," almost absentmindedly.
It's the kind of thing that makes you forget you're in the room with the dictionary definition of a nerd. You know it's only because sometimes he says what he is thinking without thinking. It doesn't do anything to help the ongoing internal battle about your feelings for him.Â
Or maybe he does know exactly what he's doing.
"You should get a cat," you say, heading into your kitchen to find something for the two of you to eat. "You seem to like them enough."
"Why? I have yours."
"I'm not going to be around forever," you reply, unthinking. "I mean, one day we're gonna have to end this because the other has found someone they want to be with. Properly. It wouldn't be fair to keep a friendship."
He falls silent, and when you lift your head, you see he's staring at you with an almost confused frown on his face, which triggers your own confusion to appear. His scratching of Po's head has been interrupted, and you're starting to question what was wrong about what you had said.Â
Sure, you're pretty sure you have feelings for him, but as far as you knew, they were one sided. Right?
"I didn'tâI thoughtâ" he cuts himself off, takes a deep breath, then continues. "I thought that had changed this past month."
"What do you mean?"
"I justâI've been here for things other than sex a lot. I thought you knew I liked you, and you were subtly trying to tell me you liked me too. I'm starting to sense I misread that."
For a profiler, he was incredibly awful at reading you.Â
"Yeah..." You slowly nod your head, but it's the deepening of his frown that has you rushing to add, "I mean, IâI do. Like you. I'm kind of embarrassed that was obvious. But I didn't think you liked me outside of having sex with me. I wasn't trying to communicate my feelings. I was trying to hide them."
"Oh," he falls silent again. "So the times Iâve been here in the past month werenât makeshift dates?"
"They weren't intended that way..." you trail off. "Did you see them as dates?"
"Kind of, I guess," he's back to running his fingers through Po's fur, just to keep his anxious hands busy. "They don't have to be, if you don't want them to. I just thought this feeling was mutual and we were... I guess, dating."
"The feeling is mutual," you quickly correct him. "I know that now. I didn't think we were dating because I didn't think you liked me back. Changing our relationship kind of needs to be a conversation."
"Right," he breathes out, an awkward smile painting his lips. "Is this the conversation, then?"
"I guess?"
"So now we're dating."
"If that's what you want," you nod, head feeling a little fuzzy.
"Is it what you want?" he presses. Always the gentleman.
"Maybe," you muse, leaning forwards against the kitchen countertop.Â
He's watching you, and for a second you let the silence fall over you, fearful that you've just discouraged him enough to ruin things between you. He carefully takes Po off his lap, the cat running into your room the second his paws hit the hardwood floor, and he's standing up to move over to you.Â
"I don't like maybe," he frowns. "Yes or no?"
You blink, realising he was evidently too anxious of your genuine response to have any recognition to your poor attempt of a joke.Â
"Yes, Spencer. That's what I want," you're breathless as you speak, and you're thankful for the relieved smile that stretches across his lips.
"That's what I want too," he answers.Â
"Yeah, I figured." Your second attempt at a tease lands, and he huffs a small laugh, which warms your heart. "Do you still want dinner?"
He had somehow gotten closer to you throughout the awkward enough conversation, and he was sliding his arms around your waist. Something he had done many times before, yes, and yet this time it was feeling much more intimate, and your heart was thrumming against your chest a little harder than usual.Â
"Maybe it can wait?" he offers, ducking his head down, lips ghosting over your own. "I don't have a bothersome cat keeping me preoccupied from you, now."
Despite yourself, you poke a finger into his chest and say, "Don't insult Po."
"I'm not. Just merely stating an obvious fact."
"I'll call him back in here to preoccupy me."
"He has selective hearing. And he likes me more than you."
Your lips drop into a frown, lower lip jutting out, and Spencer is quick to try and kiss it off within seconds of noticing it.Â
"I'm sorry. That was mean. I promise he doesn't like me more than you," he says, though his voice is too amused to be entirely sincere.Â
"That was mean," you agree with a firm nod. "You're very mean to me, Spencer Reid."
"I know, I'm awful. Can I make it up to you, sweet girl?"
Well, when he asks you like that.
"Mm..." you hesitate, but he's already guiding you around, walking you backwards, through your apartment and towards your bedroom. "Yeah, I guess so."
Hands that were around your waist hike your shirt up, his lips still kissing against your skin despite the intense multitasking he was forcing upon the two of you.
"Thank you."
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đ- Started as a "Feeling Blank but I have a multiverse in my head so I'll call myself Blankspace online" and devolved into a nickname of Blankets, which we adopted as our actual system name
đ- "*Sigghs dramatically* I miss my boyfriend đ I can merely hope he notices me thinking about him :cryup:" -Ghost in our discord , 10/02/2024 at 2:12am
đ- Our favorite holidays are the smaller ones spent with people we love
đ- Yes! We have a Spectral Subsystem that consists of Ghost, the host of the subsystem, and a TON of others, some never fronting, and some that can front with Ghost as seperate
âïž- Switching can vary greatly. We could take days, or an instant, to have a switch. The ones that take days are the worst kind
đ«- Most of us engage with art and writing, and DnD! Some are better than others
đŸ- Our current headcount is estimated 25+
đ»- Yes, some of us speak in different tones and voices compared to others! Lotus has a lighter pitch, emotion driven voice. Wit has a very flat and blunt manner of speaking. Al has an accent
đš- We all do in one way or another! We were raised by an artist
đ„- Splitting only happens under extended periods of stress, so only every couple of months I would guess
đŠ- We have a fairly even split between brainmades and introjected fictives, with some nuances
đ”- Too many to count! We all have our own playlists and one mega playlist if we're feeling brave
âïž- We have tons of emotional amnesia, but full blackout amnesia hasnt been noticed at all, so could assume there isn't any. We are OSDD
đź- Many of us have different things we enjoy online, some use different social medias and apps, some play certain games that others don't, but we usually can enjoy each other's hobbies (usually.)
đȘ- Big, unclear how big it really is. The most we usually see nowadays is a block void frontroom that we all are just kinda existing in, but there are ways past the void that lead to the different maps. The dream map is the most confusing one, but the Blankverse map is based around what we create
đ- Plenty! We have a ghost, a fallen god, a catperson, a foxperson, a actual fox, a divine/angelic entity, The Spiral, a fish man, and a creature dude. Must I go on?
đ- Universally, music is our recharge. Certain songs or lists just have a replenishing effect
đ§- Art and distractions. Making things, cleaning, finding other focuses
đŠ- I don't really remember how it happened. Just that over the years, things kept adding up despite our denial. I know it was a bad start to this year
đ- We have neither things atm, but Wit and Cade are the best at doing work or dealing with people, and Divine is best at selfcare tasks to keep them going
đ- Cade, Wit, Ghost, Divine, Lotus, and recently Otis
đ- Probably! We usually make our gifts for each other, but sometime a host will by a stuffie for someone smaller
âïž- Most are sourced from OCs that grew more than they were supposed to, or from favorite medias
đŹ- We smoke weed for our chronic pain/fatigue, which leads to,, interesting innerworld connections
system ask meme
đ - how did you get your system name?
đŸ - funniest out of context system quote?
đ - favorite system holiday?
đ - do you have subsystems?
â - what is switching like for you?
đ« - are there any hobbies you all have?
đŸ - what's your headcount?
đ» - do your alters/headmates have different voices or speech patterns?
đš - does anyone in your system like art?
đ„ - how easily does the system split?
đŠ - is your system fictive-heavy? factive-heavy? neutral?
đ” - what songs remind you of your alters/headmates?
â - how much amnesia do you experience?
đź - what do your alters/headmates do in their free time?
đȘ - what is headspace like for you?
đ - are there any non-human alters/headmates?
đȘ« - what do you all do to recharge?
đ§ïž - how does the system cope with stress?
đŠ - how did you discover your system?
đ - do any alters help out with school/work?
đ - who are your frequent fronters?
đ - have you ever bought your alters/headmates things?
âïž - what are your introjects/fictives usually sourced from?
đŹ - free space!! tell me about something!
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êȘৠââ HUSH-HUSH â KEEP IT A SECRET ïč JJK ‿ starring: g. satoru â choso â sukuna â f. toji.
ê° love simulation ïčą headcanon-type · most to least likely to keep your relationship a secret!
𧷠· love, âsu: i have nothing to say here but I Need To have this here for layout purposes. it Bothers me if its not there.
most likely đ can hold themselves back. choso and somewhat toji.
( pda = public display affection. )
listen, CHOSO can keep a secret, but leave it up to him and he would've made it known you two were dating. he's only keeping it a secret because you said to. when it comes to you, everyone knows he never questions your words.
in terms of pda . . . he doesn't do it â actually, he does, but only you know the true meaning to his touch. it's a regular thing to have an arm wrapped around your friend's shoulder, standing close to them, blah blah blah. you get the point: he keeps it entirely friendly.
this doesn't mean he's not clinging onto you the moment your peers aren't around! once they're out of his view, choso will not waste time to satisfy the itch he's been feeling. either he buries his head in your shoulder, whining about not being able to touch you at least, or his hands are intertwined with yours.
in mr. TOJI FUSHIGURO's case, your words are law. he usually sits back and let you do as you please â obviously he'd go along with whatever scheme you planned. he doesn't mind keeping to himself at all; he's not one for much pda anyway.
there are times where he gets touchy, though. he tries to keep it at a minimum, but don't let him be near you during a dinner-out with friends or anything of the sort. if he's seated next to you, trust, his hand will find comfort sitting on your thigh, occasionally squeezing here and there.
sometimes â really rare times â his friends suspect him. they don't reach the âare you dating y/n?â conclusion, but do they reach the âyou got a thing for y/n or what?â one. it's all due to the fact that he softens his language with you. he doesn't curse, tone lowers an octave, and has a slight smile. three things his friends will never experience. he doesn't deny it, but he also doesn't confirm; he simply shrugs at their questions and never satisfies their curiosity.
least likely đ sorry, he's a bit selfish. satoru and sukuna.
SATORU . . . yeah, no. there's no way he would've succeeded. that's like asking him to not breathe for a day. when you brought up the idea of keeping the relationship a secret, he tried talking you out of it. why are you denying publicizing his affection for you? you must hate him, or are you hiding the fact that you're taken? satoru's dramatic, and his favourite literary device is hyperbole. he will exaggerate.
at first he tries his best to keep it a secret, but old habits die hard. calling you names clearly reserved for someone's romantic partner, arm snaked around your waist all the time, glaring at anyone who tries to flirt, giving you quick kisses â yeah, no way.
but, satoru does apologize for failing to obey! if you're mad at him for outing the relationship, he'll spend days upon days begging for forgiveness in creative ways til you accept his apology.
SUKUNA does not give a fuck. he's lived long enough to not care about secrecy. it's cute that you want to keep it on the low, but he prefers letting it known. pair that with him disliking physical contact with anyone else and you've got yourself the perfect recipe for disaster.
whenever he's not with you and someone approaches him â no matter the reason â he's quick to ring up his favourite sentence: yeah no, i'm taken. either that, or he's holding his palm up to reject them. he does not wish to engage with strangers. even his own friends struggle to get him out.
when he's with you, however, he's clinging to you like a magnet. game night with friends/family? he's pulling you to lean on him, doesn't fetch drinks for anyone but you, gets revenge for you if you lost the game, demands that they âgo easy on y/n.â the list goes on. it took everyone zero time to put the clues together and figure out sukuna and you are a thing. it's entirely out-of-character for him to be nice in the first place.
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dream team back. weâre currently yapping central again (per usual)
both of us are straight up in a tim drake brainrot spiral too!!! heâs a delightful little weirdo. a strange little gentleman if you will.
tim is such a funny little guy!!! he also makes a solid yandere. you canât outsmart him. you canât escape someone who can find everything about you. On the upside, I feel like heâd be happy to spoil his darling. also heâd be like, really considerate in weird ways??? I mean like you donât get privacy (or you get the illusion of it maybe but not actual privacy.)
like yeah youâre always being watched in some way, but the man has committed every single one of your favorites and least favorites to memories. He knows what clothing you like, what specific features you look for in everything, and if he doesnât, by god, will he learn. He knows your favorite song, and he knows the nickname you went by in elementary school.
Do you think he pretends to be normal and basically sets things up to send reader to be like a little love story?? You meet by chance, and he fell first. He fell a LONG time ago, so now itâs his mission to make you fall too. And Tim Drake ALWAYS finishes a mission. (Even as a baby daddy candidate). He makes himself the best option, even if heâs not the father.
Yandere!TimDrake x PastFriend!Reader x Aiden Cobblepot
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A/N: Sooooo, I'm finally and slowly going through my ask box and you two may have sparked an idea just for Tim. I might have to do a Part Two for this. (I'm falling into the WIP trap. Help!) But, I love the thought of the Bat Family have competition when it comes to their darling. Gives them a challenge. Plus, I really wanted to use Aiden Cobblepot for this. I've been wanting to sneak him into something.
A/N: We have neglected!Sib!Reader, but what about a Neglected!Friend!Reader? Fun idea. Tim already knowing everything about you only to find youâve changed and wants to study you all over again. Only this time heâs keeping you! (Iâm very fond of Tim. I think heâs difficult to write for me, but I enjoy the little stalker so much.)
Warnings: Yandere Themes, Romantic themes, Tim can be read as kinda platonic, GN!Reader
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You and Tim were once good friends. Well, he was your best friend. To him you were just a good one. High school buddies that would hang out all the time. At school only. And sometimes the rare gala you saw him at. It was rare you ever actually went to The Manor. You never asked to go. But, you had hoped to be invite.
Just like you had hoped that he might reciprocate that pesky crush you had on him back then. You had felt like it was so painfully obvious. Though it wasn't as painful when you finally figured out he was Red Robin and you waited and waited for him to tell you his secret identity. And, then you would tell him you already figured it out and you would look so cool.
Only, he never did. You both grew distant. You had put so much carful effort into keeping that distance from growing. Inviting him to hang out more. Asking him out for casual coffee. He always said the same thing.
"Oh, damn. I could really go for that right now. But, I'm just sorta busy. Next time though. For sure."
Over and over. He sounded like a broken character. Repeating the same phrase. One that you would hang around after the game was over to reminisce about all the fun adventures you both once had. However this was life not a game. You couldn't just restart and rerun the same adventures.
It made you ache when you finally moved on. When you finally pulled away. Because, Tim didn't even notice you were gone. His life to change. He didn't have to restart anything. You had lost your best friend and he didn't even care. It stung. It stung more than you realizing he'd never reciprocate your feelings.
But, like all things, time moves on and so do you. Leaving the past behind and starting a new game. One that you start to flourish in. Making new friends. Meeting new people. Building closer bonds and more healthy friendships. It had been interesting to realize how dependent you had been on Tim once upon a time. And, embarrassing. You can't help looking back on it with a wince. You almost want to reach out and apologize. But, that would be weird and you both live completely separate lives now. You hardly ever see him at galas now. Mostly because you don't go anymore.
Things, do change. You never expected your new partner would draw Tim's attention back to you. And, in such a terrible way.
You had a rough idea of what you were getting into when Aiden Cobblepot had asked you out to dinner. You figured he was only interested in you for your money or your half-decent looks or your family name and position. You had heard all the rumors about him, but still you went. Mostly, because you knew how dangerous he and his family were. And, you were⊠presently surprised.
He was a bit of an entitled asshole. But, he wasn't scared of getting dirty. You watched him lead you through the puddles of rain water and Gotham grim in the posh restaurant. He held more concern for you're clothing getting dirty than his, which were more expensive than yours. He paid for the date without flinching at the price. Encouraged you to try his own food from his plate. Talked about fond memories of the things he and his sister got up to as children while asking you about your own childhood.
Admittedly, you were easily seduced because after that the two of you became an item. You didn't even realize how official you were until he introduced you to his sister, Addison, and she was actually nice to you. Extremely nice. She did, however, threaten to kill you if you betrayed Aiden in any way, which was honestly fair enough.
Aiden and you were a bit on the opposite side of things, taste wise and morally wise. But, you both made it work. He continued his life of crime, but made no mention of it around you to keep you legally clean. You shared most of your life with him, letting him have a slight glimmer into normalcy. He liked to take you on fancy dates and show you a good time. You were happy to pull him inside just to spend personal time with each other. Of course, you both made compromises. Aiden had a taste for luxury, and you didn't mind indulging in it. Especially after you beat his ass multiple times in Mario cart. It was only fair you let him take you to a gala some point.
Little did you know that that was how Tim would come clawing and digging his way back into your life.
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For Tim seeing you again was like finding an old precious treasure. His life had gotten so difficult and complicate lately that just a reminded of all those old times was nice.
However, seeing you on the arms of the Penguin's son was a brutal wake up call. What were you doing? Had you hit your head? Was he blackmailing you? Drugging you? Everyone in Gotham could recognize the name Cobblepot and how dangerous they are. And, he remembers how smart you were so you couldn't have willing chose to be there. It's not logical.
For your safety, he reintroduces himself to you. Long time, no see. We should hang out some time and catch up. Only he means it. He can't let this happen. He can't let you fall in with a man like that. You're his friend. He'll win you over for your own sake. Ruin Cobblepot while he's at it because how dare he use you.
Even if you changed. Even if you don't smell the same. If your hair is different. If you dress different. Even if your very laugh had changed pitch, he knows you. And, if anything, he can just re-learn you all over again. It won't take long. He's done it all before. This time he'll savor though. This time he won't let you go as he pulls you back in. You were a good friend, this time he'll make you more.
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A/N: Iâm starting to type up Part Three of Pregant!Reader, but I ended up coming up with another start to it with more drama that would be strictly for the BatBoys. The messed up drama in it sounds fun and challenging, but I wonât do it until I finish what I started with the blurbs I have planned included.
A/N: Smalltown!Meta!Reader Part Nine is going to take a while. I have big plans for it, but Pregnant!Reader is kinda outshining it.
A/N: I will post about the LoungeSinger!Reader and another idea I came up with that yâall might like that Iâll add to the concept list.
A/N: Thereâs a Tony Part Two coming, but itâs only halfway typed and still not that yandere-y. Need to fix that.
A/N: My asks box is full, so Iâm gonna try to empty it, but I host Thanksgiving in my family and Iâm also a Christmas nut, so Iâm gonna be busy. (I have four Christmas trees in my house currently⊠But Iâm not as bad as my in-laws! They had their trees up BEFORE Halloween.)
#yandere tim drake x reader#yandere tim drake#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere dc#yandere batfam x reader#tim drake x reader#tim drake#aiden cobblepot#reader x aiden cobblepot#yandere batboys#yandere batboy#yandere batfam#answered asks#anon ask#luluramblings
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Hi Ty youâre the only one writing for Kwon.i was hoping you could write something were the reader is part of Miyagi-Do.so of course cobra Kai is bothering her.its get to the night were everyoneâs out clubbing in Barcelona.Her,hawk and demetri are walking back to the hotel but they see kwon lying in an alley way.The boys leaves but the reader decides to help him.When she gets him to his hotel room they have a moment and he actually develops a soft spot for her.
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"We should head back." Hawk stated, grabbing Demetri and you by the hand. "Dude I was just about to get her number!" Demetri yelled. "Shut up. You have a girlfriend, well, had." You rolled your eyes at Demetris behavior.
The three of you began walking towards the hotel, taking a short cut by using a nearby alleyway. "Ah shit." Hawk rolled his eyes and turned to the side. An injured Kwon had taken up the alleyway. He had sat up on the wall, holding his sides and groaning. "Cmon let's just take the long way." Demetri grabbed your ark but you stubbornly pushed him off and ran to Kwon. "Wait Y/n!-" They tried grabbing out for you but you slipped past them.
"Are you okay?!" Worried filled your body once you saw his injuries. "Uh-" Kwon was taken by surprise. He never expected you, a Miyagi do, to help him out. "Y/n, get away from him! He's the enemy."
"Shut up, Hawk. He's injured." "That's not our problem." Turning to face the binary brothers, you responded. "Then it doesn't have to be yours, it'll be mine." Hawk rolled his eyes while shaking his head. "Whatever, your on your own... Let's go Demetri." He scoffed and grabbed his friend to leave the alleyway.
"Sorry about them... Sometimes karate gets to the best of them." You wanted to add a lighter atmosphere to this tense situation. A soft smile replaced your frown as you looked at Kwon. "Uhm, can you walk?" Kwon looked at you tilting your head before nodding. "Yes... But not well." "It's okay, I'll help you." You stood up with a smile and offered your hand to grab.
He hesitantly grabbed a hold of your soft and delicate hand. He held onto you for leverage, limping but standing because of your help. "What happened to you?" Your voice was soft and sweet. "I ran into a group of guys... Yoon ran off but I stayed." Hearing his words made you frown.
"Well I'm here now, and I'll make sure your safe." You proudly said to him. A comfortable silence filled the air as you walked back to the hotel and into Kwons room. "Take a seat on the bed. I'll find some things to clean your cuts."
The black haired boy nodded and fleed to take a seat on his bed. He looked at the mirror, which had your reflection. He smiled softly as he heard your humming while you continued to search for items. That was until he realized his actions and turned his face back to a stern look.
"Here we go... Look that way." You towered over him as he sat on the bed and you wer e standing up. Your hands were soft and tender when cleaning his cuts and wounds to prevent any dirt from going in and creating an Infection. "Ow!-" Kwon winced, making you quickly retract your hand. "Oh! Sorry... I forgot rubbing alcohol hurts on cuts." Having Kwon wince in pain made your frown and quickly come up with a solution.
"You can squeeze my hand, if that helps? If it burns, just squeeze my hand. I can handle it." Your soothing words and smile made Kwons heart skip a beat. You placed your hand in his and went back to work. Hissing and closing his eyes, Kwon quickly grabbed your hand and squeezed it. "It's okay, your almost done..." Grabbing some cream and rubbing it in before placing some bandages on them.
"And done!" You smiled and clapped your hands. "Now just get plenty of rest and I'll be back tomorrow to change the bandages, okay?" You started cleaning up and gathered your things to leave.
"Thank you, love." You instantly turned around and smiled. You had gone from bastard, to Y/n, to love. "You're welcome." You nodded and smiled.
You walked out into the hotel Hall and said one last goodbye to Kwon.
"Take it easy tomorrow... Okay? I'll see you later. Goodnight!" You waved. "Goodnight love. Sleep well." He flashed a smile your way, seeing you leave to the elevator.
He shut the door and immediately got on his phone, going to Instagram and attempting to find your account.
Maybe miyagi dos weren't so bad after all... Well, at least not all of them.
#cobra kai#cobra kai x reader#karate kid#karatekidxreader#miguel diaz#robby keene#daniel larusso#kwon cobra kai#johnny lawrence#kwon jae sung#kwon jae sung x reader#kwon#axel kovacevic x reader#axel cobra kai#axel kovacevic
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I have been feeling weird these days. Frankly, just not great. Pretty bad. I have been belittling myself, trying to hide and disappear. What has helped me? Going for a walk by myself. Listening to an audiobook and realizing there are things that I enjoy doing and that make the time pass. Belasting music through my earplugs while in the bathroom, and looking in the mirror as I start to move my body and dance. Write with myself; so pure and vulnerable. So understanding and loving towards myself. I felt like myself again. I reflected on a drawing, where I added a text. I realized that I was, or am, trapped. I try to disappear, trying to hide from everyone. Hoping to protect myself from dissapointing people and being too much. From them leaving, or realizing they no longer love me. Then I went on to mention how lonely it is here, isolating me and who I am, while there is someone out there who does love me for me. It then turned into wondering why I am here. And why these leaves, in which I tried to disappear, are so heavy. I realize that I am no longer wanting to hide. Rather, I am trapped. Trapped into my own hideaway. Where the leaves are no longer lovingly embracing me, they are cutting into my skin. Reflecting helped me realize it, and realize I want to get out. And I have the power to do so.
Frankly, I want to be like in the gif every single day. I also honestly know that I could. I can find casual magic in everything. I can be so passionate about life and everything it has to offer. That feels like the true me. The one who experiences it all, and is grateful for it. Sure, the other parts of me are also me. But I feel my best when I am I that mood. The mood from the gif. My boyfriend is out right now, volleyballing until the very early hours. His roommate is also not home. It is just me, and gash. I am excited. I have already listened to music and danced, but I also ate too much and feel very full right now. Either way.. it is scary to be so me. To be so vulnerable and truly myself in front of someone. I know I can do it. I acted this way during our vacation. Why is it so hard to just be myself? To trust someone enough to be my true self? It's a safe space, babygirl. Sure, sometimes it hurts in this place. But don't you dare pull back because of it. I mean, to be fair, how could anyone ever do anything but smile when they see someone living life like that? What do I expect? The worst that could happen is that someone finds it interesting how you can enjoy and aren't ashamed in public. BUTO BE FAIR EH? WHHHHHYY IS IT SOMETHING TO BE ASHAMED OF? I fucking LOVE people who enjoy like that. I wish I could be surrounded by them. So baby, if the people around you aren't like that, okay and??? Be like that for yourself. He doesn't show his emotions the way you do? Okay and??? Let him experience his emotions the way he wants to. He can honestly count himself blessed to be with a person who can enjoy life so fully. Please, love this part of yourself. Well, you already do. But do it without shame. Do it proudly. Embrace it, truly. You have been taking everything for granted. It's time to be grateful, and be so without any doubt. Please, enjoy life the way you were meant to. Learn to be yourself, the way you are yourself when you are alone. He might not vibe on the same level, but that doesn't mean you should dim your own light. Yoyoyo, please learn to be yourself. Your silly, cute, life-enjoying self. I love the way you are , babygirl. So will he. And if he doesn't, that's big time his loss. Though, I'm pretty sure he loves this part of you, too. I know you love this part of you, so show off that you love her. She is yours. Show your love off by letting her out, the way you'd want someone to love this part of you. She deserves to come out and enjoy life with you. Whoever else is around. She feels safe with you. Please let her feel safe around him, too. He'd embrace her the way she wants to be embraced. Just like on our vacation. That you can still come out during the daily life without any judgement, you know?
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Let It Roll
JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
JJ Maybank would give anything, but he won't give up on you. He'd say anything, but not good bye.
warning: uh, angst? they're fighting.
note: I took the title and the summary from Train's song, Let It Roll and Words. would be nice if you take a listen!
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It had started weeks ago, small things piling up like the sand that collects on a boat until it makes everything feel heavier. JJ had been distant, disappearing without a word and dodging questions when he came back. Youâd catch him staring off into the distance, his jaw set, shoulders tense, but whenever youâd ask what was going on, heâd just brush it off with a laugh or say something evasive.
At first, you tried to be understanding. JJ wasnât the kind of person to open up easily, and you knew he had a lot on his shouldersâtoo much, really, for someone so young. But as days passed and he kept pulling further away, the frustration grew.
Youâd text him, and hours would pass before heâd reply with something vague. Youâd make plans, and heâd show up late or sometimes not at all, leaving you with the sense that he was slipping through your fingers, like sand you couldnât hold onto.
Tonight was supposed to be different. Heâd promised to meet you by the docks after sundown, a plan heâd made himself. You were excited, even hopeful, thinking this would be the night heâd finally open up about whatever was weighing on him. But as the sun sank and the stars filled the sky, there was still no sign of JJ. An hour passed, and then another, until you were left alone, hurt gnawing at you as the breeze grew cold.
When he finally showed up, his face flushed and eyes stormy, he mumbled an apology. It was the same routineâvague promises that didnât really ease the sting of waiting alone. Youâd reached your limit, and suddenly, everything youâd been holding back came spilling out.
âYouâre here now, but for how long, JJ?â you said, your voice trembling with frustration. âIâve been waiting for you to let me in, to talk to me instead of shutting me out, but you keep disappearing. I donât know what to believe anymore.â
âYouâre always doing this, JJ,â you continued, your voice wavering as you tried to keep steady. âPushing everyone away, saying itâs no big deal, that nothing gets to youâbut it does. And Iâm just supposed to sit here and watch you pull further and further away?â
JJ ran a hand through his hair, clearly taken aback. âLook, Iâm doing my best here, okay? Itâs not like you understand this life, this⊠mess.â
âThen make me understand,â you pleaded. âTell me whatâs going on. I want to help you, but I canât if you keep pushing me away.â
He looked at you, his jaw clenched tight, and shook his head.
âItâs not that simple,â he said, his voice rough. âYou donât get it. Iâm not good at thisâat⊠needing someone. I donât know how to just talk it out, alright?â
You took a shaky breath, fighting the ache that had settled in your chest. âI donât need you to be perfect, JJ. I just need you to be here. With me.â
He looked down, his shoulders sagging as though the weight of everything was pressing down on him all at once. For a moment, he didnât respond, and the silence between you grew heavy, filled with every unspoken word and missed moment.
"No, I... I can sort this alone."
"There you go again!" you were frustated.
He looked at you, his blue eyes clouded, jaw clenched. âIâm trying, alright? I donât know how toâhow to do this stuff like you do. You know me. I mess up, I get it. But you act like Iâm not here, like youâre waiting for me to say itâs over so you donât have to.â
The accusation stung, but maybe it was true. Maybe you had been waiting for him to let you go.
âI donât know how to keep this going if itâs always going to feel like this, JJ. I donât know if you even want me here. I canât be the only one fighting for this.â
âI donât want you to fight for it alone!â his voice broke as he took a step forward. âYou think I donât want you here? That I donât think about you every second of every day? Iâd give anything to fix thisâanything, alright? Just not⊠just not this.â
âNot what?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âNot goodbye,â he said, his voice softer now, but his tone stubborn, like he was digging his heels into the ground and refusing to budge. âI canât say it. I wonât.â
Your heart felt like it was being pulled in two directions. You wanted to let go of the anger, but you couldnât ignore the hurt.
âJJ, sometimes itâs not enough just to want something. We need⊠more. I need you to talk to me, to tell me whatâs going on inside instead of just running off when things get hard.â
âI donât run,â he shot back, his gaze steady and filled with something fierce. âI stay because of you. Because I donât want to let you go. I know Iâm not great at the talking part, but Iâm here, arenât I? Iâm trying to tell you that Iâm not giving up, even if you think I should.â
Your eyes stung, and you blinked back tears, feeling the weight of his words settle over you. You wanted so badly to believe him, to trust that he wouldnât push you away again, but it was hard. Youâd been here beforeâon the edge of leaving, only to be pulled back in by the sheer force of your feelings for him.
He took another step forward, close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.
âIâll say anything you need me to say, do whatever it takes to make this right,â he murmured, his voice softer now, pleading. âBut I wonât say goodbye. Not to you.â
There was a desperation in his words, a crack in the armor he always wore. JJ was staring at you like you were the only thing anchoring him to the ground, his face tense and unguarded. It was rare for him to let you see him like thisâraw, unfiltered, his defenses dropped.
Slowly, you reached out, your hand finding his, your fingers intertwining with his as you tried to breathe through the ache in your chest. You didnât have the strength to walk away from him, not when he was looking at you with that fierce determination, like heâd rather burn than let you slip away.
âI donât want to say goodbye, either,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
For a moment, the silence wrapped around you both. He brought your hand to his chest, letting you feel the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath your fingers.
âThen donât,â he said softly. âWe can figure this out, I promise. I just⊠I need you to believe in me. In us.â
The air was heavy, filled with unspoken promises, but as you looked at him, really looked at him, you could see it: the way his gaze softened, the way he was holding on to you like you were his lifeline.
Slowly, you nodded, squeezing his hand. You didnât have the answers, and maybe neither did he. But for now, you were both here, grounded by the weight of everything youâd fought through to get to this moment. And it was enough.
As you stood there together, the tension between you faded into something warmer, something hopeful. Maybe things werenât perfect, but you knew he was right â you werenât ready to say goodbye, either. Not tonight. Not yet.
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hello! Can I request a Logan x afab!reader who has chronic pain, and is having a flare up? If not thatâs okay, have a nice day!
He hates seeing you like thisâin pain, suffering, forced to stand by your side and pamper you as best he can because to you, this is normal.
He wishes it wasnât, but it is.
Heâs trained himself to see the signs; shaky breaths, wobbly legs, that half-smile you give when youâre clearly in pain but you wanna convince him youâre fineâyouâre not fine doll, lemme take care of you.
You always try to refuse his help, and you always fail because Logan doesnât need your permissionâif itâs in your benefit heâll do it, no questions asked. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to him, so like hell heâs gonna stand by and do nothing.
âWhat do you need?â He whispers, taking you into his armsâsturdy, strong, arms that hold you tight and rub circles against your back as you whimper into them.
âJust need a break,â you breathe. âJust for a little while.â
You hate yourself for it sometimes, how easily you fall into his embrace, the soft coos that lure you in like a sirenâs songâcâmere hon, Iâve gotchaâthe way your body betrays you when it accepts his help so easilyâ
But then again, itâs not fair to blame yourself; when given the choice of pain or relief, youâll always choose Logan.
#robo speaks#ask#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#wolverine#wolverine x reader#I hope I did this ask justice anon#Iâve never written for a chronically ill reader before#if thereâs anything that I should improve on feel free to ask â€ïž
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blue lock characters when you come home after a bad week at work
characters: yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, rensuke kunigami, seishiro nagi, reo mikage
tags: gn!reader, reader is referred to as "cutie" in bachira's and "darling" in kunigami's, reo being a rich boyfailure
a/n: first ever blue lock post lol (divider by @cafekitsune)
yoichi isagi æœ äžäž : the quintessential gentleman
âhey, what's wrong? you know you can talk to me about anything.â
if you feel like talking about it, he'll sit beside you patiently and listen (even if it takes an hour and a half). if you don't feel like talking about it, he'll get you a cup of your comfort beverage and take a short nap with you
you'll definitely feel a lot better when you finally wake up in his arms, and he'll talk things through with you so patiently!
he makes sure to remind you of how strong and brave you are, and how much he loves you!!
âi want you to know that i love you and i will support you always, no matter what.â
meguru bachira èæ„œ ć»» : the supportive jokester
âlook who's all moody today! c'mon, cutie, won't you lighten up a little?â
when he realizes there's something wrong, it's like someone flipped a switch on him because he gets so unbelievably serious and sits you down at the dining table
after he coaxes the full story out of you, he peppers your face with kisses, wiping your tears away gently
he will then proceed to hit you with a barrage of the worst dad jokes known to man until you're laughing at him laughing at himself
âi know i find it hard to take things seriously sometimes, but you? you're something i will always be serious about. i will always make time for you.â
rensuke kunigami ćç„ éŹä»: the dedicated sweetheart
he doesn't say anything at first, just wraps you up in a big bear hug (he doesn't let you go for the next five minutes)
in typical malewife fashion, he makes you a snack and runs you a bath. while you relax in the tub, he somehow manages to clean the whole house??
afterwards, he makes dinner with you in silence (man's love language is definitely quality time)
when you finally decide to open up to him, he's holding your hand throughout and lets you take your time explaining without interruptions
âthank you for telling me all this, darling, so i can support you like how you. deserve. i know you'll get through it like you always do.â
seishiro nagi ćȘ èȘ 棫é: the silent rock
he notices somethingâs off, but he holds off on saying anything in case he's wrong. as the day goes on he notices you're not your usual self and silently takes a seat beside you
â...you okay?â
you break down crying and all he can think to do is to pull you into his lap and hold you tight. he nods silently as you tell him everything, and though he doesn't say much, whatever advice he does give is surprisingly pretty helpful
he takes you on a snack run after even if it's 4 am! because ânothing is too much of a hassle when it comes to making you happy.â
and that makes you cry even more (happy tears this time <3)
reo mikage ćŸĄćœ± çČç: uh... he's doing his best??
he finds himself temporarily frozen when you walk through the front door with the most sullen expression on your face. at first he thinks it's something he might've done wrong
all it takes for you to break down is a light squeeze of your palm, and now he's utterly clueless on what to do. he awkwardly pats your back
growing up a sheltered only child with a grand total of one true friend, he's never been in a position where he had to comfort someone
âi can pull some strings, get your horrible boss fired⊠or you could quit your job and stay at home! yeah, we can do thatâŠâ
you make fun of him for being bad at comforting people, but it definitely brings your mood up a little
you end the night watching your comfort tv series on the couch with him and all is well!
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svt & subspace (m)
1.4k a/n: again... idk where this came from.. just something i've been thinking abt the past couple days yippee!! (NSFW)
seungcheol â the first time you hit true subspace it turns him on to no end. loooves knowing he can make you feel so good your mind goes blank (he'll never let you forget it). you turn even more pliant, willing to do anything he wants you to do. he makes sure you know your safe word before anything else, sometimes repeating the question over and over until he gets a clear answer. despite how much he might want it, seungcheol will usually stop you from doing things just to please him, knowing your altered state might be urging you to do things you canât fully consent to. seungcheol thinks subspace is hot, but only if youâre present enough to stop anything you donât want to do.Â
jeonghan â like seungcheol, jeonghan loves seeing you slip into subspace, loves seeing how you turn to putty in his hands, how willing you become to please him. with how eager and cocky jeonghan is, itâs not unusual for you to float away during sex right before an orgasm or after an intense one. unlike seungcheol, however, if you want him to face fuck you while youâre in subspace who is he to say no? will make sure you have a clear safe word/gesture, and will ask you to repeat it to him a few times before you start. always asks you a few times if youâre sure. itâs not the most productive when he has to drag answers out of you, but the last thing he wants to do is hurt his angel when youâre so ready to please him.
joshua â joshua cares about you so much and wants you to know that heâll always be there to take care of you. he lets you know heâs there by slipping his hand into yours, grounding you. physical touch is a big thing for him, slowly bringing you back down to your body when youâre ready. joshua is so in tune with you and your body he knows exactly where to touch you and what to say to keep the good feelings going. subspace usually happens for you right before you come, andâlike clockworkâas soon as he reminds you how much he loves you it sends you right over the edge where joshua is ready to catch you.Â
jun â youâve talked about it being a thing, but jun never thought he would actually get see it happen. the first time it happens, he sees the moment you feel pleasure so intense you lose the ability to speak. he never thought heâd be that good and heâs both a little surprised and also soooo turned on by the way you go limp, eyes almost rolled back in your head as haze overtakes you. the first time it happens, junâs a little too eager and yanks you out of it a little too fast, leaving you a little disoriented. he feels really bad about it after, but jun is a quick learner and picks up on what you like and how to make the experience as enjoyable as possible for the both of you.
wonwoo â wonwooâs thing is degradation, and after a particularly rough session of degradation and humiliation it sends you right over the edge into a floaty headspace. you donât even have to come to get there. heâll usually keep teasing you, dragging out your dumb state for as long as possible. he knows, however, that he can get intense during scenes so when you eventually come down heâs careful to give you lots of loving and praises for taking it so well. wonwoo loves to be mean, but he also loves you and wants you to know that none of what he says is true.
woozi â jihoon is split half and half. finds it hot, also not always the most patient. he loves to rile you up, watch you lean into it and inflate his ego. he loves making you feel good, but he also wants to good. when you linger in subspace for a long time he gets a little impatient and tries to bring you down before you're ready. he doesn't do it to be rude or mean, he just wants to keep loving on you. things to do (you) and places to be (work)!
hoshi â soonyoung loves to be the best at everything. whether thatâs performing on stage or in the bedroom, he needs to know that heâs on top. (literally.) he loves to be mean and see you fold under his silver tongueâhe loves to go back and forth between sickly praise and cold degradation and see you writhe and beg under him. seeing you sink into subspace goes straight to his dick and his ego. will always praise you after, letting you know he enjoyed it and wants to make sure you enjoyed it, too. you find it sexy how much soonyoung cares, which makes it that much easier for you to trust him so wholly.
minghao â minghao is all about trust, and he finds it sexy that you trust him enough to let him be with you when you slip into subspace. minghao isnât a gentle lover, per se, but he is intense and prioritizes intimacy above all else. he knows itâs a delicate and deeply personal state to be in around someone else and will never make you do anything transactional. if heâs feeling extra mean, however, heâll make fun of you for being so compliant...which usually goes straight to your core, leading to another round.
mingyu â mingyu is torn between finding it the hottest thing ever and trying not to panic (just a little) when you go nonverbal. on one hand yeah, he fucked your brains out and turned you ultra-dumb but on the other hey, are you okay baby? can you say something please? mingyu is sometimes too good with his cock for his own good that heâs always a little surprised when you enjoy it that much. he also secretly enjoys how needy it makes you and how you cling to him and love all up on him after a vigorous round.
dokyeom â short answer: freaks out. the likelihood of slipping into full subspace with a man who hates the idea of people being mad at him is⊠low. but once seokmin tried being meaner than usual with his words and his cock and it turned you on so much that after your fourth orgasm in a row you go nonverbal. seokmin stresses, petting your hair, asking you to breathe for him, to say something, âare you okay?? hey, whatâs happening?â until you slowly come back to earth (after the fact you tease him a little for wigging out so much, but secretly youâre touched he cares just that much.) safe to say, the two of you donât take it that far very often.Â
seungkwan â seungkwan seems the type to be more gentle and doesnât really like being mean to you, so it seems like itâd be rare. but maybe, like seokmin, he switches it up every now and then and the change in pace is so hot to you that you become more sensitive to his touch and his words. it leaves you feeling a little lightheaded, making it easier for you to slip into subspace. the first time it happens, seungkwan is a little stressed but lets you stay in it as long as you need to. when you come down he wants to talk about your triggers so he can be more prepared to keep you feeling as good as possible.
vernon â ever the silent support, vernon will stay with you the whole time, maybe petting your cheek or rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs until you float back down to earth. he thinks itâs hot he can make you feel that good, but doesnât ever want to yank you out of it, so he lets you feel what you need to for as long as possible. sometimes if itâs been a while, vernon will press a few kisses to your cheek and ask if youâre doing good. if you donât respond heâll leave you be, reminding you every once in a while heâs still here with you. once you come down heâs there with a few quiet praises and reminders how much he loves you.Â
dino â likes knowing he can send you there. (a lot.) his favorite method is a combo of taunting and edging and watching you get completely lost in pleasure when he finally lets you come. chan looooves seeing you go all dumb, words jumbled as you tell him how good he makes you feel. unless you explicitly say itâs okay before a session, heâs not super keen on forcing you to do anything when youâre not entirely present in your head. the only thing chan loves more than making you feel amazing is taking care of you after, supplying you with plenty of attention and love to keep you warm.
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I agree, and I'd even argue that Roman is already canonically Pride. He's Ego in the colloquial idea, he's Self-Confidence. He's what tells Thomas "you can do this!", he's what tells Thomas "You look amazing!", and yes, sometimes he does the opposite and tells him things like "if it's not your best, don't bother sharing it", but even that comes from a place of pride. It comes from a protective place of "if you put out less than your absolute best, you will be judged negatively for that. To avoid being seen as anything less than amazing, don't do this."
Roman is already Pride because he is Ego. The problem is society's view on the word "pride" and as tired as this may sound, that is due largely to the pervasiveness of Christian ideals, which say that pride is a sin and must be avoided at all costs. Pride isn't generally seen as just having confidence and being self assured, but as being a selfish asshat. And yeah, pride can hit a point of being a snotheaded, loudmouth who won't shut up about himself and lean into arrogance that way. But pride can also just be being confident in what you know and in your skills and abilities and even appearances. Having pride doesn't have to mean being an arrogant twat waffle, it can just mean confidence.
And I think that's part of who Roman is. That part of Thomas who is confident in his ability as an actor, who is confident in his appearances, who revels in that external validation that all humans need.
Roman is Pride, most people just mistake pride for mean spirited arrogance.
âRoman is Prideâ can be really interesting when explored with nuance and depth and understanding of his character, but I feel like most of the time when I see it, itâs just people thinking that Roman is arrogant and selfish, which sucks.
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can you do a part 3 to safe house please where reader goes back to Allieâs but stays in Paigeâs room and they start a relationship?
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safe house pt 3 (previous part)
summary: loosely based on this request! read previous parts
content warnings: alcohol consumption
You canât remember the last time you got drunk. While you were with your ex boyfriend, you werenât allowed to drink or party or have any fun actually but youâre not with him anymore so you can do whatever you want. And thatâs why you had a red cup in each hand, one filled with vodka and the other with rum.
You took big gulps from each cup, the harsh bitterness of the alcohol no longer having an effect on you. You didnât know what time it was, you could have arrived at the party two minutes ago or two hours ago, everything was a blur. It was nice. The constant anxiety that you were so used to living with everyday was slowly dispersing and not just because of the multitude of drinks you had consumed tonight.
Youâd been staying at Allies place with her Paige and Jana for almost a month now. Your bruises had faded, you no longer flinched when someone touched you and you slept peacefully every night knowing that you werenât going to wake up being choked or slapped. OK, not every night, you had nightmares sometimes but you were never alone, the girls held you while you cried every time. Especially Paige, she had a knack for knowing when you needed support and she would wrap her arms around you and rub your back until you could breathe normally again.
Speaking of Paige, you hadnât seen her in a while, nor Allie or Jana but you just shrugged this off, downing the rest of your drinks, eager to find another. Your steps were staggered and your body swayed as you walked, if you knew any better, youâd stop drinking, go find your friends and make your way home but you didnât know better. You felt like you had a new sense of life and you wanted to do all the things you missed out on while being in such a toxic relationship and that included getting drunk at frat parties.
You giggled to yourself as you pour more vodka into your cup. Your hand shook and the liquid splashed onto the counter, âOh shittttt!â Your speech was slurred and slow and you felt dizzy as you spun around looking for paper towels to clean your mess. You couldnât find any so decided the next best option was your shirt. You stretch the hem of your shirt and used the thin, lacy material to soak up the spilled alcohol. Obviously, this didnât have the intended effect and you were left with a wet shirt and a bigger mess than before. You cursed under your breath but another sip of alcohol soon had you forgetting about the wet patch and swaying to the music again.
You made your way out of the kitchen, towards the booming speakers, desperate to dance but with your eyes focused on your feet, trying to stay balanced, you didnât notice as you bumped straight into the chest of a rather large guy.
âWoah there.â He chuckles, hands reaching out to steady you and you allow him to, looking up grinning.
âIâm soooo sorryyyy.â You drawl out and he chuckles again, âItâs OK baby. Gotta watch where youâre going.â
âI just want to dance!â You pout, âDance with me?â You flutter your lashes at the guy and his eyes rake over you, settling on your chest and you look down to see the top of your bra peaking out of your shirt, your full cleavage on clear display. Using your shirt as a rag had caused it to expose your chest way more than necessary.
âHow âbout we go to my room? You can dance all you like in there.â
With God knows how much alcohol in your system and lack of better judgment, you slip your hand into his and follow behind him as he leads you through the frat house. Heâs walking fast and you canât keep up, you trip over your own feet, landing on the floor, your knee instantly hurts.
âOwww.â You cry out, clutching your throbbing knee, the entirety of your cup is spilled but you donât have time to think about any of that because youâre instantly picked by up the guy you just met and youâre on your feet again and heâs leading you to the stairs.
Your steps are slower now because youâre limping but youâre practically being dragged and you feel as though you might fall again but then you feel a grip on your wrist and youâre being dragged in the opposite direction. With your hand still tight in the guys and your wrist being grasped from behind you, youâre being dragged in both directions and you think your arms are going to be ripped off.
âLet her go.â A stern, steady voice says from behind you and you recognise it, âPaigeeeeee!â You cheered as you turned around, coming face to face with the blonde, âIâve been looking for you!â
âNow youâve found me. Letâs go.â She says, tugging on your arm.
âOh noooo Iâm OK! Weâre going to danceeee.â You reassure and your new buddy does too, âYeah, I got her.â He says, also tugging on your arm.
âWhatâs her name?â Paige asks completely deadpan, in fact, sheâs full on death glaring and when the guy canât answer her question, she tugs on you harder until he drops your hand and scurries away.
âYouâre no fun.â You sulk, crossing your arms over your body, frowning at Paige.
âAnd youâre very drunk. And your boobs are out,â She lifts your shirt until your chest is covered again, âand your knee is bleeding. And he definitely did not want to dance.â
âSo? Iâm si..shingle now.â You fumble over your words.
âShingle?â Paige laughs and it only makes you frown more, âYou know what I mean.â
âYes, I know. All too well. Letâs go home.â She says grabbing your hand.
âOh! I loooveeeee that song! Ten minute version! I walked through the door with youâŠâ You began belting out the lyrics to All Too Well (10 minute version) as Paige guided you out of the frat house and you laughed as you walked through a door as you sang that exact lyric.
âAnd the air isssss cold.â You laugh again as you step into the street.
âOH YOUR SWEET DIS-DISPO-DISPOSITION!â You continue to perform as you walk hand in hand with Paige.
âWhat even is disposition? Iâm sure yours is sweet whatever it is.â You lean into Paige, suddenly feeling very unsteady and she wraps your arm over her shoulder, her own hooking around your waist and she pretty much carries you all the way home while you butcher the lyrics to Taylor Swift.
By the time you reach the apartment, all your body weight is leant on Paige and she holds you strong and firm as she unlocks the door. You trip and stumble as you walk but she doesnât let you fall, âHome stretch ma, just a few more steps.â She tells you before you feel the soft surface of a bed beneath you. The covers are fluffy and lilac, âThis is your bed.â You say as if she doesnât know. âUh huh.â Is all she says as you feel her taking off your shoes.
You lay looking up at Paiges ceiling and you hear her shuffle around her room. Her bed is really comfortable you think to yourself.
Your knee begins to sting and you flinch, âItâs OK. Iâm just wiping your knee.â Paiges voice is soft and gentle and she rubs your leg comfortingly. âYouâre good at that.â You mumble, âFixing me up.â
âI got you.â
âThank you.â You voice is croaky and dry as you sit yourself up to look at your knee and the room spins, âThe room is spinning.â You groan, holding a hand to your head.
âIâll get you some water. Stay there.â Paige instructed and she left you alone in her room. Your wet shirt clung to you in an uncomfortable way and you tussle with it to get it over your head before throwing it on the floor.
âOhâŠâ Paige clears her throat as she comes back with a bottle of water, âIt was wet.â You motion to your discarded shirt, âIâll get you a clean one.â She says and hands you the bottle of water which you gladly take and gulp down, desperate for hydration.
Paige slips a t-shirt over your head and helps you thread your arms through and you look down, recognising the grey, UConn Basketball shirt youâve seen her wear so many times, âSuits you.â She remarks and you grin up at her from your place on the edge of her bed, âThank you, Paige. For everything. All the things youâve done for me. No oneâs ever done that for me before.â You admit as sobriety starts to slip in.
âOf course. I couldnât just stand back and watch you get hurt.â
You reach out for Paiges hand as she stands in front of you and you hold it tenderly before bringing it to your mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. You look up at Paige through your eyelashes and sheâs looking down at you, eyes blue as ever, cheeks slightly flushed, âCan I sleep in here tonight?â You ask timidly and Paige nods, âIâll take the couch.â
âNo. I want to sleep in hereâŠwith youâŠplease.â You mutter, hand still linked with Paiges, her calloused palm pressed against yours.
âYouâre drunkâŠâ She warns but you shake your head, âI know what Iâm saying.â
âI donât think you do.â
âTrust me, I do. Just lay with me tonight.â You shuffle back onto Paiges bed, pulling her with you and she doesnât argue. She kicks her shoes off before laying down beside you, still holding your hand.
âI never knew it was meant to feel like this. So safe and secure.â You ramble on, unable to stop the words from spewing out, âAnd maybe thatâs why I canât stop thinking about you. Why itâs you who I want when I wake up crying. I donât know if you meant to do this but youâve showed me what itâs like to be truly cared for. I think Iâm falling for you.â
The air is charged and thereâs a long uncomfortable silence as your words hang between you both as you lay side by side.
âGet some sleep. Youâve had a lot to drink and youâre not going to remember anything in the morning.â Paige says, staring at her ceiling.
âI will.â You argue but you listen to her and close your eyes, moving your head to rest on her shoulder as you drift off to sleep, the taste of spirits still strong in your mouth and your heart racing from your drunken confession.
You wake up feeling like your head has been crushed under a hydraulic press. You groan as your eyes flutter open and then you gasp, waking up to Paige underneath you, your head rested on her chest, arm flung over her torso.
âWhat the fuck?â You mutter under your breath, noticing youâre wearing her top and that her arm is wrapped around you keeping you pressed to her. âPaige!â You hiss nudging her awake and it takes a moment but she begins to stir before slowly peeling her eyes open.
âI bet your head hurts like a motherfucker.â She grumbles, voice husky, thick with tiredness.
âYou can say that again.â You squeeze your eyes shut hoping that blocking out the stream of daylight coming through the curtains will ease your pounding head. It doesnât.
âWhat happened last night?â You ask apprehensively, pushing yourself up and off of Paige. She stays laying down, staring up at you, her eyes searching yours for a lightbulb moment but it doesnât come. You have no memory of last night at all.
âYou donât remember?â She asks also pushing herself up so youâre both sitting. Sheâs still fully dressed and youâre still clad in your skirt from the night before so you know nothing happened between you but the atmosphere is charged like thereâs something unspoken just hanging in the air.
âNo. Not a thing. Did I embarrass myself?â You ask, cheeks heating at the thought of you doing something youâll regret.
Paige shakes her head, âNo. You were just really drunk. Tried going to a random dudes room so I brought you home.â
âOh God. Thanks for stopping that.â You place a hand on Paiges knee and she has a reaction that you canât quite place, âHow comes Iâm in here?â You ask, referring to her room. You either slept with Allie or on the couch.
âYou asked to sleep in here.â She tells you and breaks eye contact, standing from the bed. She was acting weird. Fidgety and awkward. This wasnât Paige.
âDid I do something to upset you?â You ask, guilt starting to slip in. You were used to being blamed for everything so it was only right Paiges mood was caused by you.
âNo. No, of course not.â She reassured you but her body language said otherwise, âThen what is it?â You press, starting to feel awkward yourself, sat in her bed, wearing her top.
âYou really donât remember?â
âObviously not. Can you just tell me?â
âYou were drunk-â
âYeah I got that part.â
âYou were drunk and you asked to sleep in hereâŠwith me so we layed down together and you said you felt safe and secure. You said you canât stop thinking about meâŠâ Paige trails off but she doesnât need to say anything more because everything comes flooding back to you, âI said I think Iâm falling for you.â You say, repeating your alcohol induced confession.
Paige nods, âFuckkk.â You groan, flopping back on her bed, covering your face with your hands, âIâm sorry. I was drunk and I shouldnât have said that and now Iâve made things weird when youâve been so good to me.â Your voice is muffled as you keep your hands pressed to your face, not daring to look at Paige.
âYou havenât made things weird. I didnât know you felt like that. You caught me off guard.â Paige says and you feel the bed dip as she sits on it.
âOff guard in a bad wayâŠor a good way?â You ask, not sure if you want to hear the answer.
Spending the past month with Paige had been confusing and you put it down to the repercussions of such an awful relationship but the more time you spent alone, watching movies, cooking, eating, talking, laughing, crying and actually being treated right, you realised that your feelings for Paige werenât strictly platonic. You had no plan on telling her that though. To you, Paige saw you as a victim, someone who needed saving and she was kind enough to do that and you had taken that kindness and made it something it wasnât and you were sure Paige saw you as just a friend.
âNot in a bad way. Youâre beautiful and funny and you deserve the best in life but-â
âBut Iâm damaged goods.â You mutter, you had allowed yourself to be used and abused for a long time and then Paige watched you throw yourself at a random guy last night, you were crazy to think sheâd want you.
âNo, thatâs not what I was going to say,â She turns to look at you and you have your knees tucked up to your chest, back rested against her headboard, âyouâve been through a lot. Youâre going through a lot. I didnât want to take advantage of that.â Paige says softly and you feel yourself melt. She has a way with words that makes your stomach flutter.
âI just want to forget about that. You help me forget about that. But I donât want to be a charity case.â
âYouâre not a charity case. Not to me.â
âWhat am I, to you?â
Paige stays silent but she moves closer to you, close enough to touch but ahe doesnât reach out and your skin burns with need.
âYouâre someone I care aboutâŠdeeply. I want to spend all my time with you. I do spend all my time with you. You have something that I just canât get enough of. I want to show you what itâs like to be lovedâŠfor real. Real, wholesome love. If youâll let me.
Will you let me?â
Your heart is beating in your ears at this point and youâre staring at Paige, eyes soft and yearning and you canât hold back from touching her any longer so you fling your arms around her, pulling her as close to you as she can get. Her arms find their way around your waist, hugging you back, your face is nestled into her neck, the scent of last nights cologne still strong, âIâll let you.â
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a/n: think i might take a break from writing once i get through some requests. my mental health is downnn atm and itâs making me hate everything i write đ
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caregiver ! vi headcanons !!
requested by @themoondropcollective . spinning around because i LAUV vi , he's one of my own fictional cgs (>/////< " ) . butch cg for eensy butch !! i refer to vi with he / him pronouns .. you can pry tmasc butch vi from my cold dead hands . it brings me comfort as a fellow trans butch to see someone like me :3 .. if you'd prefer other pronouns let me know but i default to he for him . that being said my vi is not a binary man pronouns do not equal gender :L .
vi is the silliest caregiver ever !! more like an older sibling in the sense that he doesn't have lots of rules && can't help but giggle when you get into mischief . he calls you lots of silly nicknames like nugget , bug , && squirt !! he teases you by calling you tiny sometimes as a nickname too but it always comes with a chuckle && a hair tousle .
while its my truth that vi is transmasculine he loves being called "mama" by his littles . you also call him "bubba" but he always melts when someone calls him "mama" or just "ma" . he does Not like being called mommy though . he's also okay with more masculine names like "papa" or "dada" as well && responds better to daddy than mommy though it's not preferred .
always telling you stories !! some of them are made up but a lot of them are about his life . he often gets lost in his tales but you hang onto his every last word .
loves to teach you new things . these little lessons often come with a little story of his own !! he notices you giggling && bites back a laugh of his own . " mama's silly , huh squirt." teaches you how to throw a punch but also about little everyday things like tying your shoes .
SOOOO protective .. literally your guard dog , he will not hesitate to throw a punch or clap back verbally if someone poses a threat to you . king of glares too , he scares away aaallll the meanies . always holding your hand && proudly calling you his little one . he often has his hand on your shoulder as a way to reassure you he's there for back up .
always including your stuffies in everything , he's so playful with them !! if you're sad he'll have them talk to you in silly voices to cheer you up && he has little conversations with them to make you giggle . sometimes he can't help but crack up himself .
he lets you play with his hair && put little clips in it . you love his hair soo much , the color is so AWESOME !! when his hair is longer he lets you style it however you like .
on the topic of hair he loves washing yours . it's super soothing for him && makes him feel closer to you . it's something so intimate that he treasures , running his hands through your hair , doing his best to learn all he can about how to take care of it if you have more kinky hair so he can meet all of your needs .
he's super good at braiding from always doing powder's braids && it's something that calms him down . if you have longer hair he's always happy to braid it â he can do all of the fancy braids !! he tries to teach you but your fingers are a bit clumsy what with you being so little .
even though he himself doesn't always practice safe binding he makes sure that you do . if you whine about it trying to point out that he doesn't he sheepishly says something like , "well you shouldn't do everything daddy does ."
#U^ïœȘ^U#lot's vi#arcane#arcane agere#fandom agere#agere headcanons#agere writing#vi#vi arcane#agere blog#agere#sfw agere#age regression#age regressor#agere community#sfw interaction only#trans agere#transmasc#transmasc agere#fictional cg#fictional caregiver#vi x reader#vi x you#arcane x reader
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